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imtryingbuck · 1 year ago

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Come back

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: The team lose their friend (I’m bad at summaries sorry)

Word count: 3,919

Warnings: Angst. Sad times. Swearing. A grave gets dug up. Brock Rumlow.

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In Loving Memory Of Y/n L/n

Killed In Action Saving 5 Innocent Children

Dedicated Agent

Friend To Everyone

10/05/1990 - 10/05/2017

“Pass me a donut will ya”

Everyday since the plaque went up 5 years ago, Bucky always reads it. Everyday a small chuckle will leave his lips when reading the quote Tony made sure was engraved in the marble. ‘She always said it and she did tell me once that when she died to have it on the plaque they HAD to give her’ Tony repeated that conversation when they deciding what would be put on the plaque. It was true, did she always say it. He can hear her voice saying the words he reads every day.

Putting his two fingers to his lips he lightly kisses them, the gently places his fingers on her photo. Her ID photo took 8 tries to take because she wouldn’t sit still or she wouldn’t keep a straight face. In the end they settled on the final one, her with a huge smile on her face. She told Bucky once when he had asked-

‘why are you smiling in your photo?’

‘Because a smile a day keeps the dentist at bay’

‘That’s not an expression’

‘Well it should be’

He missed her more and more every day. Today however left a bitter taste in his mouth, today was the anniversary of her death.

Every year since they watched their friend die, the team makes sure they don’t have missions just so they can celebrated her death as well as her birthday.

Every year on that painful day they gather in the common room and watch all of her favourite films and play all the board games she went crazy over, they would order and/or cook her favourite food. Then they would each blow out a candle on the large donut Tony had specially made for her birthday.

He remembers that day when Tony surprised her with it a few years before her death. Her squeals made everyone laugh, she made everyone blow out one candle ‘it’s my birthday and I want everyone to get a wish’ and as the years passed they still did it.

They were halfway through the third film when director Fury walked in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but you guys need to hear this”

“What is it?” Tony asks sitting up from where he was slouching.

“Earlier today there was an attack at SHIELD headquarters”

“How many are dead?” Steve asks.

“The real question you need to ask is how many are alive Rogers”

“Well?” Natasha speaks up from where she sits next to Wanda.

“None. 28 people are in critical condition” each member of the team murmur their different abbreviations of ‘oh god’.

“Who was it do you know?” Steve questions.

Walking around the sofa and sitting down on the lone chair Fury sighs “There’s was only one person. With a symbol on their back, take a wild guess which one”

“Hydra” They all speak at the same time.

“Yep. Now heres the reason why I’m here. The computers were tampered with, the IT department has managed to find out what was deleted”

“Go on” Tony says when Fury trails off.

“The file.. the only file to be downloaded and deleted was Y/n’s.”

The teams reaction was different from one another’s however Bucky, Bucky’s heart stopped, he’d gone cold and clammy at the same time, so many questions circled his mind. Why hers? Why now? Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? Why her of all agents?

It was as if Steve could read his mind because it was him that asked “Why hers? She’s been dead for 6 years now. Why would Hydra want her file?”

“We-I don’t know. Now here’s the part you guys are not going to like. Ross wants Y/n’s body to be dug up”

Before anyone get say anything “Absolutely fucking not! You touch her grave I’ll kill you myself!” Bucky shouts.

“Then I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you again” booms Thor.

“Listen to me, I don’t want to do this! Ro-“

“I don’t care what Ross wants. It’s bad enough her headstone needs to be replaced every two months because of arseholes keep wanting a piece of it, now you want to dig her up? It nearly killed all of us watching her coffin go into that hole now you want us to watch it come back up?” Bucky’s left hand is balled tight in a fist as he paces back and forth.

“You don’t have to watch and you need to watch your tone” Fury shot back.

“What are you going to do with her?” Wanda asks before Bucky can say anything.

“We’ll put her somewhere different- safer. It’s just a precaution and we have no idea what they want with her file. We don’t know why they picked her out of all active agents and Barnes I don’t like this anymore than you do, Y/n was” taking in a deep breath “I miss her too. I’m sorry but I’m going to give Ross the go ahead on this. You guys don’t have to to be there when it happens and when we find out what’s going on we’ll bury her again. I promise”

For a full 20 minutes after Fury left they were sitting in complete silence each trying to wrap their heads around the information they were just given. SHIELD headquarters had been attacked by Hydra - using just one person to assassinate so many agents. Out of all the Agents of SHIELD alive or dead they pick their friends file, their friend who they loved and adored the same friend who always had a smile on her face no matter what, the one person who could light up a room just by walking inside of it. A person who was so full of happiness and sunshine yet deadly and damn right terrifying when she needed to be.

Now said friend who they have grieved for, for the past 6 years was about to have her resting place disturbed. Like Bucky had said to Fury, it nearly killed each and everyone of the Avengers and the Guardians - who came to Earth just to attend her funeral - they knew that the probability of dying on the job was high, of course they did, they just never expected it to happen to her, they had to watch as their friend, confidant, colleague, the better half to all of them lay in a box surrounded with 4 camera crews broadcasting their every move just so the whole world could watch them in their most vulnerable moment. They watched as her coffin was gently placed into the ground, knowing that it was going to be the last time they would ever see her after the soil would cover her.

They broke. Plain and simple, they broke. Worst part of it was is that the world lapped it up, the images of Natasha more famously known as the Black Widow standing at the grave of her best friend in bright colour clothing crying, was every where - people joked about how the deadly assassin was crying, saying she wasn’t as strong as everyone made her out to be because she cried. Y/n was undoubtedly the only person Nat felt comfortable with, the one person who saw Natasha as Natasha, not the Black Widow but her friend Natty. She was actually the first person in a very long time to see Nat cry, it was when the goldfish - that Y/n had brought her after she found out that Nat had always wanted one - had died, she felt so unbelievably stupid for crying over it but all Y/n did was hold her, told her to stop being silly for calling herself stupid. They buried it near the lake, just the two of them. Y/n even had bagpipes playing on her phone which made the redhead chuckle.

Wanda was called a crybaby because guess what? She was crying, she was crying because she was burying her best friend! The first person other than Steve to treat her like a human being. The first person to show her that not all people were bad, the one person who wasn’t scared of her that time when Wanda had lost control of her powers making people run in fear, not Y/n though nope she was the one who managed to help Wanda ground herself.

Steve was also mocked for crying for the loss of his friend, ‘Captain America weeps at funeral’, ‘Captain America is weak’, ‘Steve Rogers needs to give up the shield’. Y/n was the one who taught him how to use technology, showed him how the modern world worked and operated. She was the first person on his side when he wanted to track Bucky down. He loved her, not romantically, but he loved her so much. She made him feel normal, she never treat him like he was nearing a 100 years old who was missing 70 years of his life, like he actually was.

Sam just like the rest was called weak for crying at his friends funeral. The two of them drove the whole team insane when they were together (which was pretty much all the time) Like Steve he loved Y/n, she was his sister, his angel as he always called her. She was his best friend, favourite person in the world. The photo of Sam falling to his knees at the side of his angels grave was blasted all over the internet.

The photos of Tony clinging on to his now wife Pepper made front pages as well. ‘Billionaire Tony Stark cries at funeral of dead agent’. ‘Billionaire Tony Stark has to be held up by woman at funeral’. He saw Y/n as his daughter - shit she called him dad and he introduced her to anyone as his daughter. She didn’t see him as a bank, nope she hated it when he would give her money, one time she had to ask him if she could borrow money from him doing it with tears in her eyes because she felt ashamed of herself for asking. A few weeks later she gave him the money back with interest, when he told her to stop being silly and for her to keep it they argued for nearly 3 hours. She managed to slip the money into his pocket without him even realising it. Tony loved her so deeply, when he and Pepper found out they was having a baby girl they already had her name picked out - Morgan, Y/n’s middle name.

‘God of Thunder Thor spotted crying at funeral’ Like everyone else of course he was crying he lost his friend, she made him laugh, she made confused - once she convinced him that she was invisible and that he was the only person who could see or hear her, for 3 weeks he was absolutely convinced he was the only person on planet Earth who could see her. It wasn’t until Sam got back from a mission that the whole jig was up. He was truly captivated by her but even more so especially after she was able to lift Mjölnir higher up than Steve was able to, waved his hammer around like it weighed nothing. He, like Bucky, blamed himself for her death, he thought no believed it was his fault she was no longer with them. So yes of course he cried.

Bruce wasn’t allowed to attend his friends funeral because when she died he couldn’t control the big green beefy fella - as Y/n called him - from coming out. Fury and Ross said it would be bad and take the attention away from Y/n if the Hulk was there. He agreed. Y/n loved Hulk like she loved Bruce, she wasn’t afraid of the Hulk - Christ she once tried to have an arm wrestle with him! She didn’t once make Bruce feel like he was a freak or a dangerous monster as small minded people called him. No she treat him with respect and kindness. It took 2 months for him to go from being Hulk to being Bruce again.

Clint turned his hearing aids off for months after her death, he remembered her asking him to teach her how to sign language just so he didn’t have to always wear them. That was an interesting experience to say the very least. Clint adored her, adored the spark she carried around, adored the warmth and tranquillity she oozed. Her strength, willpower and willingness that no one could dream of having been one of the many things he loved about her, and what he misses. The day after she died he went home, home to his wife and children where he collapsed in Laura’s arms and cried himself to sleep that night. He too was mocked for being weak.

Then there was the photos of Bucky who was struggling to stand strong. ‘The world’s deadliest assassin cries’ was the headline on magazine’s for weeks or his personal favourite one ‘Winter Soldier more like Weak Soldier’ Like Nat he too was mocked because he wasn’t wearing all black but bright colours - hell they all were, it was what she wanted and whatever Y/n wanted, she got. Her death hit him the hardest. He loved her. He still loves her after 6 years of her being gone. ‘True love is what them two idiots have’ Tony would say. He blamed himself for what had happened to her, he had just turned his back for a second to hand a child to an agent when the whole building came down trapping her inside, he should of done more he always tells himself. Other than Steve she was his best friend, the one person who wasn’t afraid off his arm, the only person who could calm him down after a nightmare. She was the first person he opened up to and not once did she judge him or called him names, after he finished telling her all the things he remembered she got up and walked over to him and pulled him in for a hug, crying her heart out and apologising over and over again. The worst part for Bucky other than losing her was that he never got to tell her how madly in love he was with her.

“It doesn’t make sense” Steve was the one who broke the silence.

“Which part?” Tony asks.

“Everything. The attack, Y/n’s file, Ross wanting her to be dug up. Nothing makes sense”

“We need to figure this out. We can’t let them do this to her” Sam shakes his head, whilst trying to keep the tears he was fighting back at bay.

“Fury let me into his thoughts. They think they’re trying to find out how to recreate her genes.” Wanda finally speaks.

Once again the room went quiet. Y/n back story was still a bit of a mystery to the team. It was just something she never spoke about, they knew of the scars that covered the majority of her body and they did know of her mutant gene and that was it.

Y/n was exactly like Logan, better known as Wolverine. Though Logan’s a Beta level mutant whereas Y/n was an Alpha level, the only one of her kind. She had complete control over her abilities, her fighting skills were untouchable and unmatched. She was a part of the Weapon X program, when she was a young child she was taken from the orphanage she was placed at as a baby - and unknown to the team she was subjected to the worst abuse imaginable at the hands of The Facility. Unlike Logan though her Adamantium claws weren’t poisonous.

And what made Y/n even stronger was just like Wanda she had telekinesis abilities, though Y/n was a bit stronger than the other woman.

They didn’t know that Logan had found her when she was 16, with a chain wrapped around her neck that was connected to the wall, in a dark room that only had a toilet - nothing else. Logan had managed to get her out, which wasn’t easy considering she didn’t trust him and he wasn’t her handler. Logan kept her with him for roughly three years, moving around place to place, keeping each other safe. He was growing weak and unable to keep his promise to her, promise being he’d keep her safe. With a heavy heart he took her to Fury, begging the other man to take care of her. And since then she was a highly respected SHIELD agent and member of the Avengers.

They knew if Hydra were trying to recreate her genes they would have an army that would be unstoppable.

“But why dig her up? Hydra has her file so therefore they… they…”

“Tony? You okay?”

“Other than finding out my daughters grave will be disturbed, I’m fine”. He gets up and walks away.

One by one they follow his lead, leaving Bucky and Thor to blow out the candles - making the same wish as the previous years.

For her to come back.

The very next day they all gather at the cemetery and watched with a heavy heart as her grave gets dug up.

Three days later Fury gets a phone call “Fury you need to come to the Pentagon as soon as you can and don’t tell anyone”

“On my way”.

As soon as he got there he meets with Ross. “What’s all this about?”

“It’s not her”

“What are you talking about Ross?”

“Y/n… it’s not her in the coffin.”

“Hold on, you fucking lied to me you told me you wasn’t going to touch her!”

“Fury we brought a dead agent to the Pentagon for a reason”.

“A dead agent? Remember that dead agent saved you life how many times? Oh yeah six. Six fucking times she saved your arse Ross.” The anger coming off Fury made everyone in the room shift foot to foot.

“Sorry, we brought Y/n to the Pentagon for a reason”

“Why?”

“Simple. We wanted to make sure that they hadn’t gotten to her so we checked, and it’s not her. If-if you just look to your left Nick you’ll see the body that was in her coffin”

Fury stood there for a few minutes just staring at Ross before he looked over to where he had pointed.

There laid the decaying body of a woman, that was most definitely not Y/n.

“H-how is this possible?”

“We don’t know. It’s a possibility that Hydra got her body first, but it doesn’t explain why they would put this person in her place”

“Or she could be alive?” Fury asked hopefully.

“She’s not” Ross puts a hand to Fury’s shoulder “I checked the footage of the attack and it’s not her, I asked some of the agents that could talk if the person had claws and they all said no” Ross hated himself for calling her ‘a dead agent’ even if she was just that, but like Fury had said, she saved his life more times than one. When Y/n was introduced to him, he had to admit he was intimidated by her. But as time went on they gained each others trust and respect.

“Fury you can’t tell the Winter Soldier about this”

“James. His name is James and you honestly expect me not to say anything to the team?”

“We have no idea how any of them will react, especially him and Thor”

He hated to admit that Ross did have a point, there was no idea how the two men who blamed themselves for her death, would react.

Sighing “What are we going to do?”

“I’m not sure. Let’s just hope and pray that they don’t have her I guess”.

The screams of pure terror coming from civilians were muffled by the gunfire and explosions, the bodies of civilians and SHIELD agents scattered amongst the wreckage. Hydra made another attack on the Capital.

The Avengers were able to stop Hydra agents from pushing further forwards. But when the ground started to shake they all looked at each other.

Both Steve and Bucky gulped at the sight of the Uber Tank, memories of seeing it during the war flashed through their minds.

“What the fuck is that!” Tony questioned.

“T-that’s Hydras Tank - I thought I destroyed it” Steve answers.

The rain pour of gunfire came to a stop on both sides, agents of Hydra smirked, agents of SHIELD looked terrified. The rumbling stopped, the only sound that could be heard was rubble still falling in the background.

When the hatch came open they waited with bated breath. Rumlow.

Brock Rumlow climbed up and out of the tank, standing on top with a megaphone.

“Do you like her? She’s a real beauty isn’t she? Took us longer than I care to admit to rebuild her but here she is!” He laughs “Hey so the attack the other week on your headquarters, sorry about that. We just needed something, take a wild guess what” Not receiving an answer he sighs and tilts his head to the side “It was to get your friends file! Jesus do I have to do all the work around here?”

“I’ve got a clean shot” Voiced Clint from where ever he was at.

“Not yet” Steve says.

“Truth to be told guys we didn’t need her file, we just wanted to give you a heads up to what was going to come” Waving his arms towards to chaos “I knew if we took her file it would get your attention, and it did didn’t it. I also know that her coffin was taken to the Pentagon, and I also know that Fury’s been keeping a secret from the almighty Avengers”

“What are you talking about?” Steve shouted.

Rumlow chuckles “It’s about time you spoke Captain America, the secret is… how about I just show you huh?” Stomping three times on the Uber Tank “Little bird why don’t you come out so you can play”

The hatch comes open again, a figure all in black - very similar outfit that the Winter Soldier use to wear - emerged and moving their way to stand next to Rumlow.

“Our little bird here is even stronger than she once was. We gave her the serum and it just enhanced her strength.” Moving closer to the person he whispers something none of them could hear. “Look I’ve gotta go, don’t worry I’ll be taking this beauty with me so no need to cry. I’ll let little bird have all the fun, she deserves it” Placing a kiss to the side of the woman’s head, he pushes her off. “Good luck everyone, you’re gonna need it” Climbing back into the tank, the tracks started to rumble once again before leaving the same way it came.

Nobody moved even long after Rumlow and the Uber Tank had gone. That was until some Hydra agents started to drop to the floor with foam spilling from their mouths.

Little bird as Rumlow called her took one step in front of the other until she was roughly 100 feet on the Avengers.

Her hand slowly came up to her face, removing the bottom half of her mask then the glasses.

They couldn’t believe it.

They didn’t want to believe it.

“Y/n?”

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estebanocon · 3 months ago

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Another Singapore GP, another selfie dump.

[1] Nico Rosberg - 2016 WDC gave us a jump scare when he showed up, shoutout to my friend who's a big fan of his who he remembered and was probably the reason why he turned around to smile for this pic because I was so sure he was just going to keep moving down the line. 🥲

[2] Alex Albon - my fellow March Aries: always kind, always obliging and generous with his time, also came prepared with his own marker!! A true professional.

[3] Nico Hulkenberg - I've seen this man every year since 2017 and he's ignored me every single time and I was just going to accept that he was never going to give me the time of day when finally, this year he deigned to take a picture with me. 💀

[4] Franco Colapinto - this man could not be less interested in taking this photo BUT Y'KNOW WHAT? I give him major props for doing it anyway when he could have just ignored me.

[5] James Vowles - the last selfie I took at the Singapore GP! Luckily there weren't a lot of people where I was, so he kindly stopped for a second to take this before going on his way.

[6] Mick Schumacher - another fellow March Aries: most of the time he just signs stuff but that particular day he decided to take pictures with fans as well, which I'm so glad he did. 🥺

[7] Ayao Komatsu - we almost didn't recognise him because he was dressed in civvies on race day?? Anyway, please take good care of Esteban. 🙏

[8] Maya Heug - the only F1 Academy driver I asked for a picture and gotta be honest, I was just stalling so I could ask Rene as well. 🫠

[9] Rene Rosin - after we took this he immediately roasted me for not waiting until they left the paddock because "the picture will be nicer without the gate". 🤡

[10] David Croft aka Crofty - another one for the "I see them every year but I finally got their attention" folder. He always has earphones in so I had to wave my entire arm for him to notice.

[11] Martin Brundle - see above, except he doesn't have earphones in and usually just zips past us.

[12] Simon Lazenby - I just missed him in 2022 so it was good to catch him this time!

[13] Jamie Chadwick - I was surprised that nobody else seemed to recognise her this year but maybe it was because she's not driving? Anw, a nice surprise to see her again!

[14] Anthony Davidson - a friend of mine is a big fan so I've seen him a lot but this was the first time I asked for a pic. 😬

[15] Tom Clarkson - aka the guy who had to tell Max to mind his language during the Thursday press conference. 🙊 I know him as the host of Beyond the Grid and got to tell him I love the podcast, and he thanked me for listening.

[16] Lee McKenzie - Lee, Rosanna Tennant (who was also around!) and Ruth Buscombe (who I saw multiple times but the timing was never right 😭) are probably my favourite track-side reporters. This was my first time seeing Lee in person and I was so glad she took the time to stop for this pic!

[17] Aurélie Donzelot - I've been a fan of her work for years, since she was at Renault/Alpine literally changing the motorsport social media game. She's independent now and I still love following her work spotlighting women in motorsport on her podcast "Racing Lives" as well as her stories on Substack.

[18] Susie Wolff (featuring Jennifer the marshal) - I felt bad at first because my friends also wanted a photo with her and we could have taken a group photo but she was in a rush and only stopped for me. Later that night she saw us again and asked security to step aside so she could take pictures with my friends, which was very kind of her. 🫶

[ more of my F1 experiences ]

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extralively · 3 months ago

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I have brain worms 🤭 Has Satoru and Yura ever gone clubbing on a random night throughout the years?

If they haven't, say hypothetically that they did, what are they like when they're dancing together? 😁 I can't stop thinking about them dancing together to millennial club music because they're 90s kids 🥴

Sorry this took me a couple of days to answer! And that's because I got inspired to write a mini oneshot about it LMAO

Clubbing

Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character Gen, Drunken shenanigans, Fluff 1849 words Summary: Satoru and Yura go clubbing with Utahime and Shoko... Part of this series

This one is set in 2017 before all the bad stuff happens, so Satoru and Yura are in a (mostly) established relationship! I had fun with this ngl, drunk Yura is really fun to write bwahaha

Early 2017

Clubbing had never been one of Satoru’s favorite activities. Sure, dancing was fun, but dancing in the middle of a crowd of people grinding up against you really wasn’t his idea of a fun time, especially considering how much booze was involved in the whole concept of clubbing. Finding someone to have a good time with rarely provided satisfactory results when he’d tried to do it in a nightclub—again, there was too much alcohol involved—so he generally tried to avoid it when he was by himself.

Of course, tonight he was neither by himself nor was he looking for someone to have a good time with—because that person had already come in with him.

“Cheers!” the three women called in unison before downing their shots in one go, as Satoru only looked at them with amusement. Utahime was in town, which meant Shoko and Yura had decided to have a night out together, and they’d ended up inviting him and Nanami to come along. Nanamin had declined though, claiming he just wanted to sleep, so Satoru was the only man in their little group... and soon enough, he’d be the only one sober too.

“Aaah, it’s so nice to de-stress,” Utahime said with a sigh, leaning back on her seat.

“Your students giving you trouble, Utahime?” he couldn’t help himself. “You’ve got some pretty strong ones to deal with these days, what’s a poor little weak teacher to do—oww,” he yelped as Utahime shot him a glare... and Yura sharply tugged at his ear.

Mostly the ear thing.

“Behave,” Yura chided him, tugging at his ear again. Satoru pouted.

Then he threw his arms around Yura, whining into her shoulder because oh why wouldn’t she let him tease Utahime?

Yura heaved out a sigh and downed another shot.

The music was loud as the four of them continued chatting with each other, one of the many reasons why Satoru didn’t care much for nightclubs. It was hard for them to chat like this, although Satoru would have to admit that he was enjoying the situation more than expected when he had to keep leaning closer to Yura in order for her to hear him, and she also had to lean closer to him. Sure, Yura was slowly starting to smell like alcohol as she and the other two kept drinking all those shots and cocktails, which wasn’t his favorite smell on her... but he wasn’t really minding that a whole lot right now.

And that was because of one very special effect that alcohol had on her...

“Let’s dance!” Yura called at one point, and Satoru was trying to bite back his grin.

Because even though he didn’t care much for alcohol himself, it actually got Yura loosening up pretty fast. And a loosened up Yura was a happy—and touchy—Yura, so Satoru followed her and the other two to the dance floor with his shoulders perked up.

It wasn’t hard to get in the groove of things, even if he was probably the only sober person in this entire crowd of people. Watching Yura dance around and laugh with Shoko and Utahime did help, and Satoru grinned as he followed along—pointedly bumping away any handsy sweaty dudes that tried to get a little too close.

(Seriously, why were there so many of them?)

But overall, Satoru wasn’t having a bad time at all. Yura seemed to be having fun, and Satoru was particularly enjoying himself watching her have fun, dancing around carefree in front of him. He may have purposefully pulled out some, ahem, retro dance moves in order to get her to giggle at him, which had been all worth it when he saw Yura’s beaming (and flushed) face, even in the middle of the flashing lights of the dance floor.

See? There was no need for him to get drunk in order to enjoy things. Yura seemed to be doing enough of that for the both of them...

Satoru let himself sway around as the three women downed more shots, turning away from them slightly as he followed the beat. He’d been in the process of turning back to them when he suddenly felt someone pressing against his side, and he quickly blinked down to find an unknown woman there.

The woman smiled up at him. Satoru only blinked down at her again, even though she probably couldn’t see it behind his glasses. His Infinity wasn’t registering her as a threat, but he still activated it to keep her away, since the woman kept trying to dance against him—

That’s when he felt two arms wrapping themselves around his torso—familiar arms, this time. Satoru’s face immediately broke out in a grin as he glanced behind him to find Yura pressed against his back, and not only was Yura trying to tug him away from the woman, but she was also pouting.

His grin widened.

Was she jealous?

“Yuraaa,” he called, even though he was drowned out by the loud music. The unknown woman was quickly forgotten as Yura’s fingers tightened on his shirt, still trying to pull him away, and Satoru happily let Yura do just that.

Then his grin widened even more when Yura pressed her face against his back, then even more somehow as she started to awkwardly sway around in place like she was trying to dance without actually letting go of him.

Well, if she wanted to get touchy, they could get touchy.

Satoru let his hands cover hers from where they rested on his front, trying to match the sway of his body to hers. A sober Yura probably would have never ended up in this position in public, so maybe Satoru was enjoying it a little too much while it lasted. The thought of her feeling jealous over him also tickled him to no end, and he caught the unknown woman from before shooting him disappointed glances as she found that he was, ahem, taken.

So taken that Yura still refused to let go of him at all.

(Satoru grinned at the thought.)

The loud beats continued, Satoru and Yura’s bodies moving together just a tad bit awkwardly with the lack of space between them as Yura still didn’t let go. Not that he was complaining—he was enjoying it very much. So much so that he almost whined when Shoko interrupted them to hand Yura a drink after she and Utahime came back from the bar.

“Hate to break this up,” Shoko said. “But here’s your drink—if you don’t take it, I will drink it.”

Yura unwound her arms from around his torso, and now Satoru was the one left pouting.

“I’m gonna start cutting you off,” Satoru told Yura, shooting the drink a look. He was half-joking, half-serious, because Yura was now at just the right level of drunkenness—loosened up enough to get touchy in public, while not quite at the level of regretting it all later.

“No,” Yura replied, trying to shoot him a glare that was mostly a pout.

“Yes,” he responded. He was trying to bite back a grin.

“No,” Yura repeated, and this time she pulled her drink away from him. She might actually be crossing over to the too much level of drunkenness right now...

“Yes,” he said again, lifting a hand to grab at her glass, playfully tugging it to him. So she tugged it back, and he tugged at it again, and they locked themselves into a half-hearted tug-of-war with her drink until Satoru eventually just grabbed Yura’s hand to twirl her around instead, making her pout immediately shift into a giggle.

He would let her have this one last drink—but that would be it. Otherwise he would have to deal with a drunk Yura begging for sex and/or karaoke later and he’d be stuck being the responsible one saying no.

He hated being the responsible one. He just wanted to enjoy a drunk, touchy Yura instead.

(So he did, as the two of them went back to dancing. Not quite pressed against each other like before, but this time around he allowed himself to always be touching her one way of the other—twirling her in place, tugging her by the hand, holding on to her waist...)

He really wouldn’t mind coming to a club more often, to be honest... as long as Yura was with him, of course.

The car door slammed shut as Shoko and Utahime finally left, Satoru having dropped them off at Shoko’s place as the designated driver for the night (and always). And immediately after, Yura let out a sigh from her spot on the passenger seat, turning to him with a glint in her eyes before he even started driving again.

“Satoru,” she called, and he turned to her with an amused eyebrow. Yura was staring at him dead in the eye, nodding at him seriously. “Let’s go karaoke.”

Satoru snorted. He couldn’t say he hadn’t seen it coming.

“It’s very late,” he said, and Yura pouted. “Plus, we’ve got karaoke at home.”

He had bought himself a karaoke machine for this exact occasion—to fulfill a drunken Yura’s ever-present desire to sing karaoke after drinking a little too much.

“But I wanna gooo,” Yura whined, throwing herself closer to him as much as her seatbelt would allow.

And Satoru grinned, even though her pout was making him want to cave in to her request.

“We’ll go to my place,” he said, leaning closer to her. “And I’ll let you karaoke for as long as you want, how about it?”

Their faces were very close now, and Yura’s intensified pout was doing something to his insides as his eyes looked down at her lips. And Satoru couldn’t help himself; his hand reached up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing over soft skin before he finally leaned forward to press his lips to hers.

He'd been meaning to do this all night...

When Satoru finally pulled away, he ended up grinning at the dazed look on Yura’s face—dazed, but pleased, her face flushed and her lips shining, almost urging him to dive right back in.

“...Okay,” she finally breathed out, her tongue poking out to lick at her own lips. “Let’s go have sex.”

Satoru snorted. His hand patted at her cheek. “Maybe if you were less drunk,” he said before pulling away, Yura’s ensuing whine making him snort again.

It took all his willpower to not lean back in, especially as Yura let out an adorable huff.

“Then I wanna cuddle,” she said, and Satoru glanced at her to find her pouting again as he started the car.

Satoru grinned. “We can cuddle,” he agreed.

“...Cuddle and karaoke.”

Satoru let out yet another snort at Yura’s negotiating. “We can do both at the same time if we go to my place.”

Yura perked up at that, falling back into her seat with a satisfied nod, and Satoru held back a laugh.

Drunk Yura really was so easy to please sometimes...

End notes: I hope this answered the ask hehehe. Sometimes inspiration just strikes me and bam there u go, but to put it short: it's rare for them to go clubbing, but they have done it on occasion. They're more likely to go to a bar or something, but that's also a mostly Yura and Shoko activity with Satoru occasionally joining in ('cause he doesn't drink).

Speaking of drinks, I just really like writing drunk Yura ehehehe. I think the reason why drunk Yura is so fun is because when we strip away her inhibitions, we find that she's just as silly and needy and clingy as Satoru, it's like those two are just made for each other! (I mean, technically yes, she is my OC.......)

It's just really fun to have Yura be the clingy one for once!

#gojo satoru #gojo x oc #jjk fic #gojo satoru fic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoyura #my fics #asks #i'm still considering whether or not to post it on AO3 too because this ended up too short to be a full oneshot #but also too long to just be a tumblr drabble #maybe perhaps #for now just have it here and i'll post a link to it when i post the next chapter of the main fic

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Rant 1/waiting for the department head to open his bloody e-mail/TDF doesn't work, really

The Doctor Falls is literally the highest graded Master episode on IMDB, and I'm not denying that it's a good episode, and also know that for some it is there that they like the Saxon Master best, but tbh for me it just doesn't work. Or perhaps works, but in that weird way where a work meant to send one message gets celebrated in a completely contradicotry way, Don Quixote style. Yes, Simm!Master's fans have been critcising it since 2017 as erasing his story in s3-4 (and tbc, I am pissed at the the way in which the Blasting of Rassilon was framed by Twelve, also bad at driving? the guy who repeatedly went back and forth between the end of the universe and 2007 UK? coming from the "oh I might have missed my mark by a few centuries" guy?), to which it is questioned if he really had a development, to which others ask if Missy had an actual development, and so on and so forth, but to me the problems go way, way deeper. At the same time, I always welcome pointing out if I missed something and general criticism (consider it a practice in waiting for the comments from my supervisors)!

First off, a simple question: did the Doctor have an actual plan that involved the Masters, or he was just expecting them to happily turn his sacrifical suicide into an expanded one for no practical reason??? Like, his only plan is "and then someone stays here and blows up the entire platform so Cybermen can't get higher up, and that's gonna be me because I'm dying and tired". So did he want the Masters to "stand with him" to, what die too? Leave with the colonists - and then what, live as retired alcoholic gunmen farmers, Clint Eastwood-style? Because the part where the colonists get away was achieved anyway! I guess they could get up to the Doctor's TARDIS all the way up and then even go fetch him, but I suppose that would elbow the sacrificial part away. Also, the option where at least some of the colonists pack themselves into those lifts and everyone gets onboard the Master's TARDIS is like. There. And wouldn't those guys know where more lifts were, like that's how they got to the level in the first place???

I'm not saying you can't headcanon an alternative plan that the Doctor had, but it sure as hell wasn't communicated to the audience, which, to clarify, I am focusing on here, like I'm analysing the episode as a work of fiction that someone was in charge of, not a documentary of strategic mistakes done by people under pressure.

Second: Missy just had to, had to, keep her plans a secret from the Doctor. Why???? I don't even have much to elaborate on here, I just could never understand this, and a more serious problem here is:

Why did Missy have to kill Saxon in the first place??? Like, seriously. Why. Do you really look at this guy and think he would have thought twice about running away on his own if he got to the lift and noticed she wasn't there??? Oh yeah, but "he's worried about his future!". Well everyone would be if they saw their future standing in awe of the protagonist doing exposition for ten years of your own timeflow, but frankly I just can't see this guy as not prioritising the here and now of his own (very nice) ass needing to run! Like, was he actively STOPPING HER from staying with the Doctor? No, he just strolled the fuck away without turning back! Oh, but maybe Missy knows he has to die now to regenerate into her, so it's all about keeping the timeline going. Soooo, she does remember these events after all? The Master went out of plot timeline overlapping induced memory loss at just the right moment to realise he's dying of a stab wound on a Mondasian colony ship, but also to already be onboard the TARDIS? Very convenient. Again, I wouldn't be raging if this was actually communicated, but it wasn't.

Which finally leads me to Missy's "sacrifice". What sacrifice? No, really, did her death actually change anything, because that's like the definition of a sacrifice? Leaving aside the whole problem of whether or not the Masters staying with the Doctor would have changed anything, Saxon was letting her get away until she started talking about her reasons for staying. Which she did because?... Like, again, it's not like either of them is going to remember anything of this. Yeah, but it needed to be communicated for the audience. Ok, then this is exactly when bad writing steps in. Like, if you need the characters to do something incredibly illogical for the audience's sake then you didn't write it in a way that would be naturally incorporated into the story.

Missy didn't sacrifice herself. She died of character exposition. She crashed into the fourth wall like a bird into glass door. She's shuffled off her screentime coil, run down the literal curtain, and joined the bleedin' incidental music orchestra invisible. She's not pushing daisies only because BBC's budget didn't include them.

Ok, I railed myself up, but really, the fact that Missy's death is usually framed as a sacrifice is one of those moment where I literally wonder if there are some glaring version differences between the episode I watched and that watched by everyone else.

But you know, I get it. As the Doctor explicitly laid out in his speech (which is its own can of worms on whether it's logically solid, that I'll get down to while waiting for my principal to open his bloody e-mail), this is not about winning, this is about doing the kind thing. Which is where the actually interesting interpretation of The Doctor Falls comes in. Which is the clash between deontological and utilitarian ethics.

Crash course: deontological ethics relies on viewing certain acts as good or evil by their very nature, while utilitarianism wages moral value in reference to some specific goal, which is not neccessarily "gain", but for example, preserving the lives of as many people as possible. To use the trolley dilemma (which is a thought experiment! it's meant to illustrate things, you're really not doing a "gotcha!" by asking about mass transport quality and regulations, though I appreciate this as a rethoric device), a deontologist will say reverting the train to one person instead of five is wrong, because at this point it becomes murder, while an utilitarianist will say reverting is right, because more people are saved than killed. To use a less cliche and reconfigured example, is it moral to blow up a planet if that's the only way to stop a war that's literally warping time into nonexistence? I've argued elsewhere that the deontology vs. utilitarianism is also the contrast made by John Smith vs. professor Yana. Yeah, I know the usual reading is "oh, look, the Doctor can be kind of a dick and the Master a good person!", but if you scratch down to the bottom of things, it's more the case of "the Doctor will focus on the values of people they identify with and the Master will focus on a goal; should they land in an environment where they will respectively identify with bigots, and have only one goal left in the universe and that's preserving life, they will be how they ended up being". Self-sacrifice becomes a matter of calculating yourself as the most expendable party.

In TDF, the Doctor is placed on the deontological side of the dilemma by everything he says during his speech(tm): it's kind. It just is, by its very nature. And to clarfiy for the pissing on poor website: I am not denying this! This is a very, very soild point! What I do argue is that Saxon Master isn't just being very bad because he never heard the music uwu, but that there's an ethical standpoint to his actions too! He's an utilitarianist, as the Master's always been! Why, just why is it wrong to mind control people if they clearly can't make the right choices on their own? Why is absolute power evil if individual will keeps going astray? Why is it wrong to body posses people if this saves my own life? Why shouldn't I change history if there are very good people in need of saving? Why shouldn't I run away if the only plan to save others will include me dying and no gain in return?

Again, the Doctor's speech is its own can of worms, but arguably the biggest leap done there is jumping from guilt vs. shame to "to thy own self be true" arguments. When you think of the Master as a utilitarianist... it's Saxon who fell where he stood. He stood on the side of "This is a pointless endeavour and I reject pointless. And if I'm to become someone who goes for pointless, then I won't be myself anyway and I might as well die." Absolutely not the intended reading, but death of the author, baby.

#roxanne's degree pursuit therapy #dw meta #tw: negativity #tw: suicide #the master #can you tell the moment i went from sober to tipsy? i'm a legal adult in any country btw #philosophy in doctor who #not using more main tags because it's for my own nervous comfort #written listening to green day's one eyed bastard on loop

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alchemistc · 4 months ago

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i wanna start out by saying ive been patiently waiting for a hockey AU on the bucktommy fandom and your Goon fic is everything i have ever wanted, im honestly obsessed with your characterization of tommy

i have never been that big on rpf in the hockey fandom, but i always love reading people write crosby in their hockey aus, also love how you include Hockey Lore TM in the story

so, i wanted your take on the insane 'tradition' (not really tradition, more of a common occurrence) of players playing through injuries specially in the playoffs (I remember that in the 2016 or 2017 cup run, there was more players currently injured on the penguins than not, pretty sure Letang or Daley had like, broken fingers for most of the last round) and how many times Buck had to run away from Hen so he could play, because if anyone is more likely to play through injuries, i'd say is Evan "i-had-another-surgery-instead-of-waiting-for-my-leg-crush-injury-to-heal-naturally" Buckley, or Evan "I-sued-my-job-because-they-wouldnt-let-me-do-said-job-after-said-leg-crush-injury-and-vomitting-blood" Buckley

Thank you thank you! Goon has been so much fun to craft, and I'm loving seeing the hockey fans and the 'what's a chiclet' 9-1-1 fans alike enjoy it!

Personally? I hate it. I think the whole idea of it is fucking insane and detrimental to not only their physical health but their mental health as well. (From the Avs fan perspective, regardless of what we actually know about the Nichushkin situation, the man broke his foot and played through it, likely got addicted to a painkiller in the recovery process, missed a playoff series because of [redacted], had a career fucking year and then sent himself to the Players Assistance Program, came back, had MORE career highlights, and then...failed a drug test in the run up to the playoffs and got himself suspended.

(Another reason players just play through injury and mental health crisis is the Players Assistance Program, which IS ANOTHER MAJOR FAILING OF HOCKEY CULTURE IN GENERAL)

Hell, Landy played through a not-healed-injury after he took Cale's skate to his knee and now he's had two surgeries and may never make another appearance in a game because of it.

(I can't think of the player at the moment, but I remember a cup run where a player was playing with fractured ribs and it was later revealed that if he'd taken a puck or a nasty hit or gone into the boards wrong there was a chance he'd have had a vital organ punctured and likely wouldn't have known the extent of the damage until he'd collapsed from internal bleeding. It didn't happen, but WHAT THE FUCK)

And fans have a tendency to glorify them as gods for 'fighting through the pain' in their quest for the Cup.

As far as Goon goes:

They're all gonna be playing through injury. SInce this is from Tommy's perspective, he's coming at it from two angles - he's the guy who's played through injury his whole career just to keep a spot in the lineup, he's toughed it out and dealt with the numbing agents and the wraps and the twinge that doesn't go away for weeks at a time (and the aforementioned pain killers that eventually prompted him to go to fucking therapy in the first place). He is also the guy who has spent four years unpacking why exactly he did that - how much of it is the culture, how much of it is his own shit and his dad telling him to rub some dirt in it and stop being a pussy, how much of it has just been to prove himself capable of being one of the guys in the room.

There's also Hen, who pushes harder than the other trainers, and calls out the bullshit when she sees it, so yeah, this team probably has a slightly better track record of keeping the guy out with upper body injury out of the lineup for longer than any other team would, but - Buck's not the only one who's learned how to lie about exactly how much pain he's in and how well his recovery is going. He'll strain shit and refuse to admit it, he'll push through on a 'minor' injury unless he thinks playing on it would threaten his career. (He absolutely has NO real concept of how bad an injury actually is, tbh, because like everyone else he's been lying about it for so long he doesn't have an accurate pain scale.)

The tldr of this is that I don't condone it, but the reality is it's so ingrained in kids coming up that it's a reality of the culture and I'm not necessarily gonna shy away from that. It's not a huge focus of the story, but there will be hints here and there.

#bucktommy hockey au #don't even get me started on the deification of kadri when he came back from breaking his thumb #that whole cup run is just a cesspool of toxic masculinity trumping taking care of the body #every cup run is #and i doubt it'll change any time soon #let's also not talk about all of the legends dying and finding out during autopsy that they all had cte #like yeah they wear helmets now and have a concussion protocol but is that ever NOT enough

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Interview with Charles Leclerc from Sportweek (La Gazetta dello Sport): “I play the piano, I love art, I want to fly. And I dreamed of Ferrari” (published January 7, 2023).

What is fashion for you?

Charles: “A way of expressing oneself without speaking. I realized this when I started travelling all over the world, thanks to F1, visiting countries and cities I didn't know before.

“I realized that dressing well had a different meaning according to different cultures and traditions. That's when fashion really started to interest me, I would say from 2017, even though I've always liked it.”

What was the next step?

Charles: “I started attending fashion shows, then I became a testimonial for Giorgio Armani and then I came more and more into contact with this environment.”

You also take great care over the graphics of your racing helmets. Which design do you like the most?

Charles: “Probably the one used in France (2022), with the reproduction on the two halves of the photographs of my father Hervé and Jules Bianchi.”

Ferrari is red, but for your 488 Pista you chose a different colour.

Charles: “At that time I was using a matte black helmet with the Monégasque flag going from the front to the back. So I decided to order the car exactly the same. I still like it very much.”

What did you think when you saw yourself in a Ferrari suit for the first time?

Charles: “It was a very big emotion, because it was my childhood dream to get into F1 and race for the Prancing Horse, even though at that time I was not yet an official Ferrari driver (only FDA).”

Do you have any good-luck charms you don't part with?

Charles: “I had some as a kid. My grandmother always used to sew a cross inside my overalls, under the sponsors' logos, but that tradition has disappeared since she is no longer here…”

How do you express your creativity?

Charles: “Mainly through music. I play the piano and invent my own pieces. I will never be as good with a pencil at drawing.”

How do you choose the clothes you wear every day?

Charles: “There's a very classic part of me, which seeks simplicity and comfort, and another more creative part that leads me to play around with streetwear.

“I let myself be guided by the mood of the day, by how I feel, because dressing is a way of making something clear with one's image.”

Will we see a clothing line of your own like Hamilton did?

Charles: “I had started the project, but I stopped. Maybe in the future.”

Do you ever talk about fashion with Lewis Hamilton?

Charles: “Sometimes we discuss the brands we like. He really has good taste and a lot of courage to show off the strangest looks when he comes to the circuits.”

Favourite colours or colours you would never wear?

Charles: “These days I prefer grey, beige and white. I'm not a big fan of fuchsia, in the sense that I wouldn't see myself dressed all in fuchsia, but I've worn that too.”

How do you feel about walking the catwalk?

Charles: “I'm not comfortable. Too many stares on me. But I like to watch the show and observe the more unusual garments. I was at the Ferrari Style show in Milan last year and before that at Armani.”

Try describing the feeling of driving an F1 car to someone who does not know racing. Valentino Rossi, when he tested the Ferrari, said: It is faster than I thought.

Charles: “A nice definition, because it is difficult for a normal person to think about the speed of a F1 car. I always make the comparison with the Rollercoaster. It's like being up there, but keeping everything under control.”

Why are you happy racing?

Charles: “For the adrenaline and because on the track I feel free.”

Do you like motorbikes?

Charles: “I have one motorbike, customised, which I bought in Bali when I went there on a trip with my best friends. We rented it on the spot and I wanted to take it with me to Monte Carlo, even though it was a mess to get it registered to ride there.”

Why that particular motorbike?

Charles: “Because of the memories it holds. I had just arrived in F1 and I decided to take all my closest friends on holiday, for the first time outside Europe. We had a great time.”

Do you still think of getting a flying license?

Charles: “I've already had a few lessons, I'm now at 11 to 13 hours of flying, let's say I have the basics. I had to stop, I hope to start again in 2023. There is a lot of theory to study and I obviously like the practice more.”

How was the feeling?

Charles: “Excellent. I like the stall tests, because there's adrenaline, but also checking the plane in general. And to say that I've always been afraid of flying...”

What do you mean?

Charles: “Even though I've taken planes countless times in my life, I wasn't calm. Now, knowing what pilots do and all the options there are in case of unexpected events, has reassured me.”

Even today you are karting like when you were a kid. Would it be nice to discover a new Leclerc?

Charles: “I would like to help talented young people, who don't have the means, to emerge and make their dreams come true. However, it is a project that takes time and which I therefore see as possible only in the future.”

What does it mean to be the hero of so many very young people?

Charles: “Every time I come to Maranello, outside the Ferrari factory there are always kids waiting for me. In recent years, F1 has regained popularity, also thanks to Netflix. It's nice to see a child's eyes light up when we make a photo. A small gesture is enough, which does not cost effort, to give joy to others.”

Do you feel like an example to follow?

Charles: “I try to be myself, behaving well, if this can then serve as an inspiration for those who observe me, I'm happy about it.”

Translation by vetteleclerc.

#charles leclerc #f1 #interview #2023 #a very lovely read #*

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foxes-that-run · 6 months ago

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The thing is...the manipulate jerk that Jake is, he was in her life for way more time than people think. No one understands how much Jake impacted her and broke her. Yeah that can happen in one month too but she literally resents him in a way that makes me think that it wasn't just one or two months. Feel like there's a chance they kept seeing eachother for few more months or like just hooking up. I mean I've read The Moviestar and Me so I wouldn't put it past him to keep coming back to a 21 year old Taylor. He has a pattern

Jake is a POS, Taylor said it was “a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can't even write about it," Manuscript sings of trauma, and after dating younger boys. I know the WANGBT swiftie-lore is they were on/off, but it was in 2010. Her team said it ended December 2010. To Vanity Fair she said in 2013 "since 2010 I have dated exactly two people.” That is Harry and Conor, so she said she didn't date Jake in 2011.

He also just doesn't sound like someone with who 'the armor falls', 'a worthwhile fight', or the 'golden age of something good and right':

The Guardian: [Hide away and find your peace of mind / With some indie record that's much cooler than mine.] "That was the most important line of the song," Swift says. "It was a relationship where I felt very critiqued and subpar. He'd listen to this music that nobody had heard of … but as soon as anyone else liked these bands, he'd drop them. I felt that was a strange way to be a music fan. And I couldn't understand why he would never say anything nice about the songs I wrote or the music I made."

And finally to USA Today: "WANEGBT is a definitive portrait of how I felt when I finally stopped caring what my ex thought of me. He made me feel like I wasn't as good or as relevant as these hipster bands he listened to. So I made a song that I knew would absolutely drive him crazy when he heard it on the radio. Not only would it hopefully be played a lot, so that he'd have to hear it, but it's the opposite of the kind of music that he was trying to make me feel inferior to.

So maybe State of Grace is about some blue eyed fire sign we never knew about... Conor Kennedy is a Leo (fire sign) with brown eyes... or maybe that detail was changed, or its a line she liked from an earlier song. Lots of swifties think its about Jake and that's all cool, but I don't think much of Red is about Jake apart from ATW. ... and I don't' think Taylor does either because:

In October 2013 she spoke with Vulture, “I heard from the guy that most of Red is about,” Swift said. “He was like, ‘I just listened to the album, and that was a really bittersweet experience for me. It was like going through a photo album.’ That was nice. Nicer than, like, the ranting, crazy e-mails I got from this one dude."

"Most of Red" is about someone who listens to her music, unlike Jake who didn't listen to her music, did rant at her and she so much wanted him to hear WANGBT that she made it an earworm. And:

On 28 December 2015, when the Out of the Woods Music Video was about to be released she went on a liking spree about it which included this post, linking the muse of State of Grace with Out of the Woods:

(Thank you @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim who had all of that in her fabulous Red post.)

#state of grace #the manuscript #TTPD #WANGBT #red (taylor’s version)#red taylor swift

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xxfangirl365xx · 9 months ago

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Kobra Kid's answer to : "What is a day you'll never forget?"

Written in my wattpad a few months ago, i posted Jet's here so I'm doing Kobra's too (: enjoyyyy

Mines nothing in comparison to Jet's. I'm gonna go with a nice one. I'm not huge on being sentimental but the day Poison won a bunch of awards for his art in a zone wide exhibit was a great day.

It was mid July 2017. Girl had just come to live with us maybe a month earlier. We had gotten word about a big exhibit that was gonna happen in zone five. Poison had always been a bit of an artist and that's what he always wanted to do with his life before BL/I. He tried to keep his skill sharp in the zones but with limited supplies it was really hard. Honestly it made me really sad to see his dreams crushed. We had been trying to convince him to enter for several days before he gave in. He painted and drew all sorts of things. Scenery, people, emotions...it was really cool. We drove out to zone five and he submitted almost a dozen pieces. We walked around to look at the other entries while they were being judged.

" I wish I hadn't done this." He whined

" Why?" Jet asked

" Because...Look at this stuff... Mine's nothing like theirs." he said sadly gesturing to all the colorful papers and canvas spread out around him.

" Oh stop it." Jet said playfully smacking him

" Your stuff is way better, Pois." Ghoul said trying to cheer him up

" If I were a judge I wouldn't even bother looking at the rest of this stuff. Yours is clearly the best." He finished

" Mmm."Poison said, still not buying it.

" It's really good." Girl said running up next to the red head.

" You're an amazing art dude." She said smiling

He smiled at her, " Thank you Missile." He said bending over to give her a hug.

We all kinda separated and walked around separately but I stayed with my brother.

We walked quietly for a while just looking at the many painted and pastel cacti and sunsets... I'm not an expert but it seemed a little generic to me. I could tell he was getting sadder by the second feeling so much more inferior to the more established artists. Poison has always lacked self confidence in everything. His appearance,personality, skills. And he shouldn't feel bad because he's a unique human being and that's something to be proud of.

Poison sighed.

" You know even if you don't win I'm still proud of you Pois." I said

" You should save the pride for something worth it." He said sadly looking at a charcoal sketch of yet another cactus.

" Nope. I'm still proud of you. And I always will be no matter what you do." I said again.

"..."

" Alright Poison. Enough self pity. Look at this stuff. It's all the same thing. Sunsets and cactus. Boring bland colors and no emotion behind it right?" I asked

" I mean...sorta."

" And you put thought and emotion into your stuff. Colors and variation. "

" Thats-"

" Let me put it this way." I interrupted turning to face him.

" These guys may have some talent and knowledge for sure. They have no creativity to back it up. It's just knowledge.It's kinda like how most people can write...but only a few people can ACTUALLY write, and have a story to tell or a message to get across." I finished. He thought for a second.

" So please...don't be down on yourself for having something a lot of people can only dream of. Both knowledge AND creativity." I said, pulling him into a tight hug.

He hugged me back and I could feel him release all the tension in his body.

" Thanks Kobra." He said

" Anytime. "

*STATIC*

"WILL PARTY POISON PLEASE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE JUDGES TABLE AT THIS TIME" a loudspeaker screeched out

" I saw a flash of fear in my brother's eyes.

" relax. You got this alright?" I said

" Yeah... " He said walking away. He looked back at me and I gave him a thumbs up.

I found Jet, Ghoul and Girl.

" Why did they want Poison?" Ghoul asked

" Dunno..." I responded.

*STATIC*

"WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED AT THE JUDGES TABLE! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED THIS YEAR AND WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"

They went to the front as they were instructed and saw Poison grinning ear to ear with all his colorful creations displayed hung with diy ribbon's. He ran up to us and immediately hugged me.

" Thank you for always believing in my Kobra." He whispered

" Anytime." I said

He was wearing a scratched and chipped gold metal with the engraving of " Track and Field champions" crossed out with a sharpie to read " Reigning Zone art champion."

Everyone hugged and congratulated him. He picked up Missile Kid and spun her around while she laughed.

" I told you you'd win!" she exclaimed.

I Know it's nothing I really did but I'm still proud of my big brother for everything he has done and has yet to do. He's been competing and winning competitions all over the Zones ever since and I'm so happy to see him being what he always wanted to be.

Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble,

Kobra Kid out

#my chemical romance #mcr #gee way #gerard way #g way #mikey way #ray toro #frank iero #my chemical fucking romance #danger days #the fab four #the fabulous killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #party poison #kobra kid #jet star #fun ghoul

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smolwritingchick · 10 months ago

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Smol Oneshot: First Fight

Author's Note: Well since I'm on my computer, I'll share this old thing I wrote years ago from my documents. I am still trying to figure out what I want Jennie (OC) and Jungkook's first fight as a couple to be. But it will happen in 2017. I do plan to put this in my story. I may add on and modify it as well. Let this hold you! :)

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The members selected to go bowling and Jungkook decided to join. But while there, he was scowling the whole time and watched the game instead of joining like he would normally do. Adjusting the black cap on his head, he angrily glanced at Namjoon and Angelina, who were acting all mushy together.

The Golden Maknae rolled his eyes. This was a bad idea. Why did he come here? This would only make him madder since he didn’t have his girl with him. It irked him to see happy couples around. He glanced at the empty seat next to him. That seat was supposed to be for Jennie. But a few days ago, they had their first fight as a couple.

Jungkook was frustrated. This was his first serious relationship and he didn’t know how to handle the situation. Some things were said, and things got heated during their argument. But despite all of that, he still loved her dearly and lowkey wished that she would apologize first so they could move on. Jennie probably felt the same way, hoping he would apologize since they both were as stubborn as ever. Jennie had a mouth when she got upset. She remained firm and voiced her opinion until she said what she had to say in their argument. She wasn’t one to back down so easily. She tried her best not to lash out and had trouble keeping her mouth shut but he kept pushing her buttons. And she kept pushing his.

Were relationships always this hard?

You feel like everything is perfect but after one fight, you feel like your world is crashing down and things may come to an end.

Do all couples deal with fights like this?

How do couples overcome issues like this?

Were they freaking out over nothing and things will be back the way they were soon?

Sure, they bicker from time to time and have disagreements but it was never this bad. The day after their fight, the members noticed the tension, right away. The 95 Liners freaked out, worried to death when they didn’t see JenKook together. It startled everyone to see that they hadn’t said a word to one another. Their managers and Bang PD were even concerned.

JenKook began to ignore each other, keeping their distance. But over time, the members would regard the couple stealing glances at one another, unmistakably indicating that they missed each other. All Jungkook wanted to do was hold and kiss her but he assumed that she was still mad at him.

Having enough, Jungkook snapped at Angelina and Namjoon after seeing them kiss. “Can you two stop kissing in front of me like that!? I didn’t come here for a friggin’ show!”

His sudden shout prompted the members to stare at him, startled. The Golden Maknae immediately got scolded by a few of his hyungs for how he was acting.

“Unnecessary! Apologize, right now! That was so rude of you," Jin said with a disappointed look.

Angelina frowned, understanding what he had said in Korean. It was clear that Jungkook was hurting. She knew he didn’t mean it. He just wanted Jennie, and she was damn sure that Jennie was hurting as well and wanted him, too.

She thought about their conversation earlier today.

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“Are you seriously not going to bowl with us? So, what are you gonna do? Stay in the hotel all day? Girl, if you don’t join us.” Angelina exclaimed, crossing her arms in front of Jennie who was seated on her bed.

“I just don’t want to go. I don’t feel like bowling, okay?” she responded.

“Is this because of your boyfriend?”

From the look on Jen’s face, she was right.

Jennie didn’t want to upset Jungkook even more, so she decided to give him space until they cooled down. Seeing him so upset during that fight broke her heart and Jungkook felt the same, seeing her so upset with him.

Jen admitted that she was scared. This was their first big fight and she was wondering how they would recover from this. She did not want to give up on him and she refused to allow her relationship with him to end over a fight.

As time went on, all she wanted to do was hug and show him how much he meant to her but she still stayed away, assuming that he didn’t want to speak with her anytime soon.

“I seriously think that you two need to be locked in a bedroom, together. Nothing like love and physical affection after you two finally decide to talk it out~.” Angelina teased, hoping to get some type of reaction out of her but it didn’t work. “Okay, but seriously. You two should really talk it out.”

Angelina also reminded Jennie that she felt the same. She felt frustrated and furious with Namjoon but Jen had helped her when they had their first fight.

“I was this close to breaking up with Namjoon. But who talked some sense into me and gave me advice? You. You gave me a long ass pep talk and you told me that communication is key. Remember? This time, follow your own advice. Communicate with your man. Things will be OK.”

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Jungkook stood up and grumbled. “I’m leaving...”

Watching him storm off, Namjoon sighed and rubbed his temples while Hobi said, “I did not think it was this bad.”

“All right, we are fixing this ASAP! Jimin and I did not spend months trying to get Jennie and Jungkook together only for it to end over a bad fight. We gotta do something!” Taehyung suggested.

“Yeah! My heart is aching over this! This is not supposed to happen!” Jimin whined.

And they did as the members forced JenKook to go out to dinner with them the next evening. No matter what excuse they made, everyone made sure to drag them to dinner. It was so weird to not have JenKook drive everyone crazy with their goofy antics and not seeing them so close. Things needed to go back to normal.

Being sly at dinner, Taehyung and Jimin, made the couple sit across from each other at the table. Everyone watched their every move, noticing the accidental touches when they were getting food. Throughout the night, the Golden Couple would unintentionally brush their feet and legs against one another. The endless staring and averting of their eyes also amused the members.

“I saw that.” Jimin sipped his drink.

“I did too,” Hobi murmured.

“Mm-Hm,” Taehyung added.

After dinner, the members went roller skating to pass the time. Jen was glad that she went because it was hilarious to see everyone falling on their asses and bumping into people. It had been a while since she went roller skating, and as she skated around, she ended up losing her balance and prepared for the worst.

Abruptly, her Golden Boyfriend came to her rescue, catching her just in time. It was like he had been watching her, making sure she was safe ever since she put her skates on. Feeling his warm hands on her skin, gave her that strong urge to hug him as he helped her balance and stand on her feet.

His eyes showed concern and tenderness as he murmured, “You all right?”

After she told him she was fine, he went on to skate ahead and she realized how much she missed him. She finally decided that she was going to pull him aside and ask to talk about their fight in private after they were done skating. No more being stubborn about this.

Minutes later, it was Jungkook that had fallen on the floor thanks to Hobi accidentally bumping into him. Seeing a pair of skates by his legs, Jungkook looked up to see Jennie extending her hand. It seemed like she was trying not to laugh at how “gracefully” he fell. That smile she was fighting warmed his heart as he took her hand.

After helping him up, she said, “Be careful,” before skating away.

Once she was done skating, Jen exchanged her skates for her shoes, thinking of how she should approach Jungkook. She then noticed that he was exchanging his skates as well when she turned in his direction.

“Babe, can we please talk?”

“Honey, can we please talk?”

They both said simultaneously. Hearing them use one of their names for each other made their hearts flutter. It was moments like that where they could never remain mad at each other.

“I guess we were both thinking the same thing.” he smiled softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I wanted to speak with you privately about our fight. We should sit down and talk about it.”

“Yeah. Let’s walk back to the hotel to talk. Get away from the public.” he gently grabbed her hand, walking her outside.

What they both wanted to do was sit down, talk about the argument, resolve it, and move on so they could be happy again. It seemed like they were about to move in the right direction to make up.

“Hey, look! They’re leaving together!” Taehyung happily announced.

Jimin, getting so excited while skating and watching them leave, smacked himself against the wall and fell. Loud laughter was heard from the members as they teased him. After pulling themselves together, they sat down, discussing JenKook.

“Finally talking like adults. About time.” Angelina sighed out of relief.

“Should we head back, too? Should we really leave them alone like that? Don’t you think we should make sure they’re fine?” Jin suggested.

“No way!” Taehyung exclaimed. “We’re staying here!”

“Nah, leave them alone,” Yoongi responded.

“They’re fine and besides those kids need some serious alone time,” Namjoon added. “Let them get it all out of their systems and talk it out.”

The 95 Liners glanced at each other with knowing looks and giggled to themselves.

“Yeah, let them talk it out.” Taehyung went on, nudging Jimin.

“Yeah, talk,” Jimin responded sarcastically with an amused look.

#smol oneshot #smol drabble #jungkook fluff #smol ideas #smolwritingchick #the bangtan gal #jungkook x black oc

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saintsir4n · 1 year ago

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HIS RELLY

❝Yeah I ain't got the time no more, I ain't gonna cry no more 'cause I'm off of you.❞

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT, NATE JACOBS, EMOTIONAL ABUSE

PAIRINGS: RORY MARCHETTI X NATE JACOBS

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NATE'S ROOM (January 2017):

Rory huffed, "Nate, I don't want to go." she shook her head causing Nate's frown to deepen.

The couple was currently entering the 3rd hour of their argument.

"Why?" he began to pace around his room.

He felt the anger course through his veins at an accelerated speed. He assumed she didn't want to attend his football game out of spite.

As a way to get back at him. As if she knew of his infidelity and wanted to torture him by publicly embarrassing him by not supporting him at his game like she usually did.

"Because I'm on my period." she gestured to the heat pad that was practically stuck to her stomach.

The pad barely brought her any comfort.

The pain and discomfort only worsen her mood.

Rory couldn't understand why he couldn't understand what she was going through. She noticed that recently he had been more angry and explosive.

She knew of the pressure that his father put on him, however, his angst was more directed towards her than anyone else.

He stopped his pacing and looked at her in annoyance "So? just take your pills and you'll be fine."

Her lips parted in shock, "The day you start bleeding from your vagina, let me know." she sassed and picked up her phone, she didn't even want to look at his face anymore, she needed a distraction.

She removed the heat pad since ineffective.

His eyes darkened and he glared at his girlfriend, "I don't have a vagina, Relly you know that." he gritted out.

Completely disgusted by the idea she could even suggest it.

His skin grew hot at the thought.

"It's called sarcasm Nate," she said bluntly, not looking away from her phone screen, the screen that he desperately wanted to break.

He let out a humourless chuckle, "I know and you know I hate it."

He loved Rory with...part of his heart, however something he couldn't abide by was her attitude, the fact she didn't blindly follow him like his previous conquests did.

He knew this was hypercritical since he liked that she was outspoken and that she was one of the few girls that he could banter with.

She nodded slowly and glanced up at the raging boy, "That's why I do it." It seemed like they constantly had the same argument for the past 5 months.

Even when they started dating he used to comment on certain parts of her personality, initially, it was passive then it soon became something he would scorn her for every waking minute of the day.

Sometimes she wished that they could go on a break, but Rory knew he was way too controlling to let her slip through his fingers.

He stood at the end of his bed, blocking her view from the sunlight piercing his room, "So you can support Mckay but not me." he puffed out his chest and crossed his arms.

Although he was 15 years old, he stood at 6ft 2, he intimidated a lot of people around him. His huge build helped him beat a lot of his opposition, both on and off the field.

He loved the height difference between him and Rory, in his eyes, it was easier to protect him from the predators that he knew were ready to hurt or defile her.

Predators such as his father.

She let out an annoyed sigh and turned her attention back to him by placing her phone on his bed, "You know me and Chris aren't even friends anymore, so don't mention him." She hissed, "don't compare the two of you." guilt flashed through his eyes at the mention of his good friend.

She never knew why Mckay started ignoring her.

Rory unfortunately never connected the dots, she just assumed it was a coincidence that when she entered her first relationship he cut all ties with her.

Blocking her on everything.

Nate comforted her when she started to cry and spent the rest of the day checking in with his infatuation.

"I just don't get you sometimes, you're so fucking difficult." he shook his head disapprovingly.

Whenever she acted out like this, it allowed him to feel less guilty about cheating on her.

She laughed bitterly and cocked her head to the side, "You literally told me I was perfect an hour ago and now I'm difficult."

"Because you didn't have an attitude an hour ago." he raised his voice, pissing her off further.

She clenched her fist and counted to 10 in her mind, trying to keep her composure, "You're such a dick sometimes Nate." she winced when another cramp shot through her stomach.

Fuck.

She watched as gears turned in his, Nate's eyes suddenly locked onto hers, "Are you trying to break up with me?" he approached her and sat on his bed with a heartbroken expression.

She sighed and came closer to him, "What? no why do you think that?" she had no clue why he blurted that out.

"Because of the way you're behaving," he whined and placed his face in his hands.

"What, because I'm behaving like I'm in pain, which I am and I can't go to one of your games Nate, it's just one fucking game," she whispered not realising the weight that her words carried causing him to turn to her in distress.

"You don't love me anymore." he choked back a sob and looked at the floor, attempting to hold back the tears that he was trying to conjure up.

Her eyes widened, she was taken back by his change in demeanour.

She started rubbing his back in a comforting motion. She hated when people were upset, especially if it was someone she loves.

"You know I do Nate," she spoke softly.

He shook his head vigorously, "You haven't said that all day."

"Pretty sure I have," she mumbled.

"You haven't." he looked up at his girlfriend with a defeated expression, making her feel guilty.

She cupped his face and pressed her lips to his, "I love you."

He grabbed her face and kissed her again, "I love you too Relly," he placed another kiss on her lips before asking her again, "so will you come to my game baby?" he tilted his head.

She nodded slowly, "I will amore." he pulled her to his chest and embraced her in a hug, she couldn't see the sly smirk that appeared on his face.

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RORY'S CAR (Mid-January 2017):

"You should just come over to mine and sleep Relly." Nate ran his arms up and down her sides, she was straddling his lap.

It was lunchtime and luckily the couple had another 20 minutes before they had to go to another one of their boring classes.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, whilst they continued to kiss in the back of her car, "Baby I have cheer practice later so I can't." his hands, travelled down to her behind and he roughly gripped it.

She pushed him back against the seat, sending him an irritated look, he smirked and loosen his grip.

"Well you look so fucking tired," he mused, whilst letting his eyes trail over facial features, acknowledging the bags that formed under her eyes, "did you have another nightmare?" he was surprised that she didn't put make-up on to conceal her exhaustion.

She scoffed and went to move off him, but his hold on her was strong and sturdy, "Yeah."

"Baby you should've called me." he offered her a reassuring smile.

He knew whenever it came to the anniversary of her parent's death, she usually woke up in tears.

Although he loathed being woken up, whenever he didn't need to, he sympathised with Rory and wanted to comfort her.

She sighed, "What would you have done? it's a normal thing now."

"Yeah but I hate seeing you in pain." he rubbed his thumbs against her side, attempting to comfort her, however, it had the opposite effect.

She wore a blank expression, "Right-"

"Just call me next time and I'll be there for you." he pulled down on her neck and pressed his lips against hers, missing how they felt against his own.

She nodded stiffly when she pulled away from his loving display of affection, "Okay."

He sat back, his eyes darkened with lust, he licked his lips as he looked her up and down, "We have a like 10 minutes, you want to hav-"

She groaned, "Nate I can't have sex with you in the parking lot." she looked around, hoping she would see other students surrounding them, so she didn't have to go through with it.

It's not like she didn't like having sex with her boyfriend, Rory just felt like she had to always be talked about in it.

Although she told him 'yes', she never felt comfortable.

Like it wasn't a mutual agreement.

"People will see me," she added, she knew how possessive he could be.

He rarely liked it when she wore, what he deemed to be revealing clothes.

He turned his head to scan the parking lot, fortunately for him, he didn't see that many people. "No they won't," he responded with a scoff.

She huffed, she felt her hands become clammy, "You really wanna risk someone seeing me...naked?" she emphasised every syllable to stress the importance of why they shouldn't have sex.

She hated how he ignored her apprehensive tone, almost like he didn't care.

He clenched her sides, causing her to hiss out in pain, the thought of anyone seeing what was his, irritated him, "No."

She shifted back, "Exactly-"

Something dawned on him, "But doesn't mean you can't give me head." a cheeky grin appeared on his face.

She gulped, "Nate-"

"We have time baby, I love feeling that pretty little mouth around my cock." he almost moaned at the thought of her on her knees again.

He loved that she could please him easily, however it made him slightly suspicious of how Rory was talented at performing oral sex.

Like she could've possibly been lying to him about being inexperienced.

"But-"

"When the bell goes we'll stop okay?" A smile grazed his face, however, it didn't reach his lust-filled eyes.

"Fine." she reluctantly agreed and moved off his lap, she nervously watched as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers.

He wore a smirk as she moved into position, "Good girl."

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RORY'S ROOM (February 2017):

"But you're texting other girls Nate," Rory stressed as she paced around her room, pointing at her boyfriend, who didn't seem to care what she was saying.

"No I'm not." he huffed and didn't move from his spot on the bed, his head was surrounded by pillows, he barely glanced at her.

Her eyes watered, "People at school have been telling me." her voice cracked, she didn't want to believe them.

But when Maddy when told her that Nate was talking to some random girls in school, she felt like her heart split in two.

She still refused to believe it.

Nate constantly told her that she was the only girl for him, she hoped that was the truth, if not she would make sure that he would get his ass beat.

He narrowed his eyes at her in irritation, "Are you really gonna believe them over me?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

His girlfriend trusted other people over him.

Yes, he cheated but he didn't need her to know that.

"You're fucking with other girls Nate." her body shook with anxiety.

He clenched his jaw, "Believe what you fucking want, you're being delusional." he snapped and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

Rory didn't even feel the tears rolling down her face, "No, the fuck I'm not." she sucked in a deep breath, "if you're cheating on me then fuck you."

He didn't even know why she was crying, "I wouldn't cheat on you baby, you're my whole world." he cooed and tried to approach her, he groaned when she stepped away.

If he was being unfaithful, Rory would blame herself.

"Sure, Nate." She would assume that it was something she had done.

She might've been a confident girl, but gradually over time Nate broke her down and made her crave reassurance.

He ran his hands over his face, "I'm being serious." and stood over her, sighing when she shook her head.

She nodded mockingly, "Right, Do you think we'll last?"

He gasped dramatically and spun around on his feet, "How could you even ask that?"

He imagined a future with her.

The mother of his kids.

His wife.

His Relly.

She bowed her head, "It was just a question."

"Let me guess Fezco told you to ask me that." he gritted out, she noticed his eye twitching.

She was taken back by his words.

She only recently became friends with the local drug dealer. She liked talking to him because he actually listened to her.

He was a sweet guy.

She knew whoever ended up with Fezco would be very lucky.

"What no-"

"I know you've been face timing him." he took a menacing step towards her, backing her up against the wall.

The idea of her talking to something who he deemed to be the lowest of the low had his blood boiling.

He felt betrayed by their innocent friendship.

"What, how?" her chest heaved up and down, Rory could see the evil glint in his eye.

He shrugged, "I've checked your phone."

He didn't want to raise his voice in her house, knowing that her grandfather was probably listening.

Nate knew that Luca wasn't much of a fan of him, he had no clue why.

"Nate, what the fuck?" she couldn't believe that he would invade her privacy.

She never checked his phone, not once, despite the urge to scroll through his messages.

"I was just making sure that you still loved me." he spoke in a 'matter of fact' tone.

He smirked when he noticed her clench her fist, "You didn't have to check my fucking phone, you could've just asked me."

She was tired of the constant back and forth.

She never thought of cheating on him, she loved him, so why would that even cross her mind.

He roughly cupped her face, "Watch your tone."

She pushed him back, "Fuck you." he laughed mockingly at her attempt to move him away.

He gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him, "You did yesterday baby and I know you're still craving my cock."

More tears poured down her face, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he wiped her tears away, tired of her being so emotional.

"I'm protective over my girl," he said softly, pulling her closer to him.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered and turned her face away from him.

"Come on Relly," he kissed her forehead, "baby I love you and only you." he moved his lips to hers, "Let me take you out tomorrow."

She slowly looked up at him again, "Can we have a picnic or something?" she asked hopefully.

They never went out on dates that didn't involve restaurants.

She hated the formal setting, she preferred doing it with her grandfather, not her boyfriend.

He chuckled, "Fuck no, I'm not doing that shit, my girl deserves something special." he promised.

"But-"

"Dinner tomorrow," he said sternly, leaving no room for an argument.

He purposefully ignored her defeated expression, "Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too Nate."

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a/n:

Some ppl requested that you wanted to see Nate and Rory's relationship.

#nate jacobs #Fezco #rorymarchetti #wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #nate jacobs x reader #angst #natejacobs angst #themidastouch

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somecallmejohn · 4 months ago

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Random thoughts on Wish

Since I generally make lots of posts about Wish, either because of something I thought or cause of an ask, I thought I’d share some random thoughts that I’ve either shared before or that I don’t feel like they deserve their own posts

It’s the first animated movie in a long time whose Greek dub I really liked just as much as the original one. Maybe it’s that I’m older or whatever, but most modern Greek dubs don’t seem to have the quality they once had where the voices just matched the characters and sometime around 2017 and onward I just stopped watching movies in Greek unless I was at the cinema and they stopped showing the subtitled version. Granted Disney movies were usually the only ones with a decent dub and some really good ones like in Luca, Moana and Coco, but still they weren’t the same as the dubs for older movies like Hercules, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Aladdin and Mulan whose dubs are so good that I can’t watch them in their original dub and with Wish I often switch from one dub to another. I’d also argue that the Greek version of “This is the thanks I get” is better (sorry Chris Pine)

Speaking of songs, I actually really like the songs in the movie(except for “You’re a star”, I don’t like that one). Granted this movie’s soundtrack isn’t one of the best ones like Encanto’s, Frozen 2’s or Hunchback’s (or literally any from the renaissance movies), but I still like it fine. This wish, this wish(reprise), Knowing What I Know Now and At All Costs are songs I like to relisten to even when I’m not watching the movie

I forking hate Valentino, he’s like if they took Olaf from Frozen 2 and multiplied him 10 times and combined them into one character and he makes way too many butt and fart jokes than there need to be in a Disney movie. If I were to ever do my own rewrite I’d delete him completely.

Id like to remind to the people who prolly weren’t paying attention to the movie (you know who you are) that Asha suggested Magnifico to return the wishes he wasn’t going to grant, she never suggested him to grant them all, she just wanted people to have a chance to make their own dreams come true and not live without the most important part of themselves, because again wishes aren’t just some piece of clothing that you can give away and never miss (despite what she said earlier in the movie because she didn’t know how big their importance was and she just lived believing the partial truth Magnifico gave to the world) but they’re literally part of one’s soul and yes they did give the wishes willingly but under the promise that they would be granted but even if there wasn’t any promise Magnifico withholding the most important part of each citizen of Rosas like he’s some hoarder doesn’t make it any more ethical either and him being (implied) traumatized still doesn’t make what he did right, especially the things he did after he for his ego bruised by a 17 year old. Also before any of his defenders reblog to argue, why don’t you tell me first about how Ariel was a selfish brat who should have paid the consequences of the deal she made and that Ursula was the real hero of The Little Mermaid because she was so kind as to give Ariel a chance to be human.

I’m 70% certain that if the movie was about 20-30 minutes longer, it would have been better as one of the issues I personally saw is that things were happening too fast and plot points felt rushed.

The 7 teens should have had more screen time considering how much they were marketed as well.

I’m fine with the fact that Amaya didn’t end up as a villain, I really like her as she is in the movie.

I think Asha and Starboy work better as a Peter Pan and Wendy type of duo rather than a (movie)Howl and Sophie where there’s an implied romance, but ultimately they’re not meant to end up together but still work great as a duo,

I lowkey wonder why Asha and the teens hang out with Gabo, he doesn’t seem like a fun person to be around with his constant pessimism tbh

I genuinely believe that despite its flaws, it’s not a bad movie

I also believe that in like a decade and a bit, that it’s gonna be looked at more fondly like Treasure Planet, Atlantis and Black Cauldron are

Bazeema and Hal’s designs are so pretty it’s a shame they didn’t have more screentime

Those are enough for now, of if I think of more I might do another one.

#john rambles #disney wish

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talesofthehollow · 1 year ago

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Louis Hofmann - HERO Magazine Extracts (On Accents & Acting Abroad)

In Conversation w/ Thomasin Mckenzie (12/1/2023)

TM: I did, and this is something I wanted to bring up with you. Something that people will find very interesting about you is your accent.

LH: Yeah, I remember you asking me once, “Why don’t you just use your own [German] accent? [when speaking in English]” But there’s no such thing to me as my own German accent, this is my own accent. This is the accent I feel most comfortable in. I speak in an English accent because I’ve been training that accent for more than four years now to eventually be able to portray English characters and not only English-speaking German characters.

TM: Was it difficult as a German actor to transition into a more international realm?

LH: It’s been a long journey, I suppose. The first English language thing I did was at the age of nineteen, and now I’m 26. I started working on the accent around the age of 21, 22, and only now feel extremely comfortable in the accent and language. I remember 2017 was a crazy year for me at the age of 19. It was my first time doing English work, and I went to the Oscars ceremony that year. I remember doing my second English job and thinking, “Oh, this is how it’s going to be now. I’m just going to focus on English work.” Then the next year came around, and I had [prior engagements I worked on] that meant I couldn’t continue following that path I was so excited about, so that took me back a little bit. But then I took away the pressure because I put myself under a lot of pressure that year. I had to take a step back. I left out the stress and constantly worked on the language, the accent, spending time in London, and then eventually moving here. It’s been a long journey but a very fulfilling one. Also, I can nerd out about accent work so much. I read in an interview that you really love it as well. I’m not nearly as good as you, what you do is outstanding.

TM: You speak two languages or probably more. I just speak English.

LH: But the accent work you do is amazing. When I knew I was going to work with you I was so intimidated, like, [puts on a nervous voice] “I’m going to work with Thomasin McKenzie, she’s such a great actor!”

In Conversation w/ Lisa Vicari (4/27/23)

LH: It’s a bit weird we’re going to do this in English because obviously, we’re both German. I remember once we met in London and I refused to speak German, I think that was the only time we actually spoke English to each other. I was so strict about it because it was the first time I went to London to work on my language.

LV: Do you still do that now or do you speak German when you’re in London?

LH: I stopped because it just took away part of my personality. You’ve been doing English work and, to me, it is quite different from acting in the German language. I was wondering how that is for you, do you feel speaking in another language or accent helps you because it instantly creates a character?

LV: I was really pleasantly surprised by how natural it felt to act in English because I did go into it thinking, “Let’s see how this plays out.” Working with an accent was something totally new because it’s not very common in Germany. For this part, I had accent training for American English and it was the first time I approached a character like this. I really enjoyed the process because it instantly gives you a certain something to build your character from, I also enjoyed how on-set we’d sometimes jokingly do other random accents, like a really bad Irish one in between takes. [both laugh]

LH: It’s something you can hold onto instantly. I’m in London at the moment and I’ve been doing some acting classes because I’ve never really done any before and I was really interested in learning something properly. [both laugh] We’ve been doing some animal work lately, I’d heard of it but never tried it. I thought it was really interesting because when I did it I felt like I had something to hold onto while doing the scene.

#louis hofmann #thomasin mckenzie #lisa vicari #life after life #dark netflix #jonas kahnwald #martha nielsen #hero magazine #interview #links included btw

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wine and makeup wipes

summary: in which harin deals with the aftermath of her breakup

set: late june 2017

word count: 3.0k

warnings: swearing, mention of periods, food, throwinf up and alcohol, crying

an: it’s not fun and games here. words in bold and italics are italian and words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

harin’s masterlist

“Knock, knock,” Seohyun said as she leaned against the door.

Harin looked up from the book she was reading, smiling as she saw her youngest member. “Dearest, you’re here?” She asked, shifting against the headboard.

Seohyun fully entered the room, pulling a suitcase behind her. “For the next two weeks. I think the other unnies are going to come tomorrow since we’re having a lot of dance practices for the comeback and fanmeet.”

Harin sighed. “There goes my peace,” she joked. Since the only members that lived in the dorm full time were her, Tiffany, Sunny and Taeyeon, she had gotten used to peace and quiet. “It’s a good thing I got a king bed, isn’t it?” She asked as Seohyun plopped herself on the bed.

“It is,” Seohyun agreed. “The other bed was queen, right?” Harin nodded. “This one will be big enough for the three of us. We’ll be able to roll around however we feel like.”

“Yeah. Hyoyeon can do her thing, you can do your thing and I can do my thing.”

Seohyun stretched her limbs out, touching Harin’s foot with her fingers. “It’s so soft,” she mumbled. “I could fall asleep right now.”

Smiling at her member, Harin nudged her with her foot. “Don’t fall asleep. You’re going to mess with your sleep schedule.”

“Okay, okay.” She wiggled a little bit, putting her head on a pillow Harin offered her. She watched as Harin focused again on her book, noticing something. “Unnie, you have to move your eyes when you read.”

Harin grinned. “Yeah… Thanks for the reminder.”

Seohyun studied her a little longer. “Are you okay, unnie?”

Harin’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by Seohyun’s question. She scoffed lightly. “Of course I am. Why’d you ask?”

Seohyun sat up, turning to face Harin. “I don’t know–” she shrugged– “, but lately you’ve been acting a bit weird. Like you leave every twenty minutes when we have dance practices, you’re more quiet than usual, and you don’t even break into song anymore. Plus, you’re bending the pages of your book.”

Harin’s fingers stopped fiddling with the edge of the page of the book she was reading. Closing the book and putting it down next to her, she sighed. “You know me really well.”

“Of course! I’ve been your roommate for a long time. Hyoyeon unnie would also know that something’s off.”

“Well, everything’s… Everything’s fine,” she reassured Seohyun, playing with the material of her pants as she looked at her member, “I’m just… dealing with heartbreak.”

She watched as Seohyun realised what she was saying. The younger girl’s eyes widened slightly as she made a soft ‘Ah’ sound. Her eyes flicked around Harin’s face, trying to gauge how Harin felt from her facial expressions. Seohyun had always been intentional with her words.

“...How? I mean, why– What happened?” Seohyun asked, moving to sit next to Harin.

“Um, he broke up with me.” Harin shrugged. “Now I’m dealing with the aftermath.”

“Are you okay?”

“Well, I’m heartbroken… so, no.”

Seohyun leant her head on Harin’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, unnie.”

“It’s okay, darling. I just need to ride it out.”

“Why did he break up with you, though? Everything seemed so well between you two. I thought you’d be like Sooyoung unnie and Kyungho oppa.”

“Me too, but… Whatever. It’s over, it happened, it ended. That’s that.”

Seohyun nodded and wordlessly took hold of Harin’s hand. “You want me to read your book? It can be like an audiobook,” she volunteered, reaching over Harin to take the book. “I’m a good reader, you know?” She bragged, opening the book as she sat up straight with a confident smile on her face.

Harin bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. “You’re one of the best readers I know.”

“That’s right!” Seohyun finished shifting, settling comfortably against the headboard. Since she was done moving, she focused on the book, her smile falling from her face immediately. “Unnie, I can’t read this.”

“Why not?”

“This is in Italian!”

The members took a break from going over the choreography for Genie. Since it had been a while since they last performed the song, they had to relearn the dance for their upcoming fanmeet.

“I’m coming back,” Harin announced as she rushed out of the practice room, not waiting to hear if anyone would stop her.

“Where does she keep going?” Hyoyeon asked, lying on the ground. “It’s the third time she’s left.”

Yoona walked to sit on the couch in the back of the room. “Maybe she’s on her period.”

“She’s been doing this for more than two weeks, though,” Taeyeon noted before taking a sip of her water. “And her period doesn’t last two weeks.”

“Yuri-yah, did she mention anything to you?” Tiffany asked, nudging Yuri in the ribcage as they plopped themselves on the couch. She knew how Harin would usually go to Yuri with her concerns.

Yuri shook her head. “She didn’t mention anything to me.”

Seohyun’s eyes shifted uneasily as the members kept trying to figure out why Harin kept on leaving the practice room so often. She noticed that their dance teacher had just left the room to get coffee, leaving only the members in the room. “Unnies!” She whisper-shouted, causing them to quiet down. She motioned for them to go to where she was sitting in front of the mirror, the seven women immediately going to their maknae.

“I don’t even know if Harin unnie would be okay with me telling you this,” Seohyun started, “but I think you deserve to know. Even though it has nothing to do with you,” she added as an afterthought.

“What is it?” Sunny asked, retying her ponytail.

“Dongwook oppa broke up with unnie,” Seohyun told them.

Sooyoung gasped. “What? When?”

Seohyun shrugged. “I don’t know, she told me a few days ago, but didn’t say when it happened.”

“Did she say why they broke up?”

“Nope. Just said she was heartbroken.”

Tiffany sat down next to Seohyun. “So, do you think she’s been leaving practice to cry?”

“It can’t be–” Yuri shook her head– “her eyes aren’t watery or anything like that.

“Whatever it is she’s doing,” Yoona started, “let’s not treat unnie differently.”

“We’ll just wait for her to tell us,” Sunny agreed. “Until she’s ready.”

They all agreed before dispersing around the room again. Harin returned just before their dance teacher. She put her hands in the pocket of her sweatpants to hide how they were shaking slightly, not noticing how her members kept sneaking glances at her.

She did, however, notice how the mood in the room had dropped slightly.

It had been a tough couple of weeks.

Harin had practice for Girls’ Generations’ comeback almost everyday, finished her latest show dates for Maybe Happy Ending and had to mull over her contract renewal. Also, she got dumped. So, when the members suggested having a drink one night, she immediately agreed.

She wasn’t one to drink often — there was a history of alcoholism in her family —, but as she sat against the front of the couch, she found herself reaching for her fourth can of beer. Her members exchanged worried looks over her head, Hyoyeon reaching to stop Harin.

“Let me drink,” Harin whined, dodging Hyoyeon’s hand.

“At least eat some of the chicken before you make yourself sick,” Hyoyeon argued as Sunny handed Harin a fried chicken wing.

Harin rolled her eyes, putting the can back on the table, accepting the chicken Sunny was holding out to her. She took a bite, exaggerating it to please her members. “Are you happy?”

“So happy,” Sooyoung replied, sitting on the other side of the couch.

Tiffany nodded from beside Sooyoung. “Finish that chicken wing and you can drink half of that beer.”

Yoona suddenly groaned, covering her nose. “Who farted?”

“Was it you?” Yuri asked from behind Harin on the couch. She poked Harin’s head.

“Why do you always think it’s me?” Harin muttered, taking a bite of her chicken.

“Because you fart and then don’t say anything,” Taeyeon answered from her position on the floor in the middle of the U-shaped couch. “You keep forgetting it has a scent.”

“Well, it wasn’t me. It was probably the one on my left that keeps scrunching her face.” She pointed at Hyoyeon, who immediately relaxed her facial muscles.

Sooyoung yelled, “Yah!”

“I didn’t think it would smell bad!” Hyoyeon defended herself.

“Harrinie’s the only one that can use that excuse,” Sunny argued from the other side of Harin.

Yoona agreed, “She’s the only one that can’t smell.”

“You should’ve been born without the ability to smell if you were going to give such excuses,” Harin said, reaching for her beer as she unknowingly started speaking Italian.

Seohyun sighed. “Unnie, English or Korean please.”

“Whatever,” she muttered, sipping her beer.

Tiffany sighed. “It’s been so long since we just, like, sat and talked with each other. Because lately, we’ve been practising, practising, practising and when we get to the dorm, we just immediately go to bed.”

“Right,” Yuri agreed.

“How’s everyone doing?”

Sunny snorted. “Sooyoung’s busy filming her drama, Tiffany’s as enthusiastic as ever, Yoona recently finished filming her drama, Taeyeon finished her tour, Seohyun is doing her drama, Yuri is living a happy life, I’m doing variety shows, Hyoyeon just released a single and Harin’s hu– Um, she– She’s, um, en– enjoying her life,” she summarised, sniffling out of embarrassment when she was done.

Harin squinted her eyes, noticing how Sunny stumbled over her words when she got to her. She looked at her members, all of them pretending to not be looking at her. She put her can on the coffee table in front of her, thinking back to earlier that evening, how all of the members seemed to have their radars focused on her.

When she had plopped herself on the floor, Hyoyeon, Sunny and Taeyeon followed her lead wordlessly. Yuri had positioned herself behind her and played with Harin’s hair; brushing and brushing it out. Tiffany would glance her way when the characters in the movie they had been watching would do anything romantic, Yoona immediately complaining about how many kissing scenes there were. Sooyoung had ordered chicken from the restaurant Harin liked for them all to share. Seohyun bought the beer brand that Harin liked so they could drink.

She sighed, frowning slightly. “Judging by your behaviour, I’m gonna assume you know I’m single.”

Yuri gasped. “What? No!”

“What are you talking about?” Hyoyeon asked, feigning ignorance.

“Sunny unnie, I told you not to make it obvious!” Seohyun whined. “We said we’d wait for unnie to tell us all.”

“I’m sorry,” Sunny apologised. “It almost flew out–” she made a gesture of words escaping her mouth– “, I tried to make it seem natural.”

Harin nodded endearingly. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m single, everyone.” She did jazzhands. “Let’s not ma–”

“Ah, Harin-ah!” Tiffany whined, feeling empathy for her friend. “How are you holding up?”

“Horribly,” Harin deadpanned. “But I feel like I’m at the end of it and I’m going to move on soon and get over it.”

“You must be getting tipsy,” Yuri commented as she played with Harin’s hair. Whenever Harin was on her way to getting drunk, she would lose control of her ability to control the language she was speaking in.

Harin rolled her eyes. “Whatever. But don’t, like, worry about me because I’m fine.”

“Unnie, you said you were heartbroken,” Seohyun reminded her.

“I don’t remember that. Don’t gaslight me.”

“Harin, you’re drinking. Heavily,” Taeyeon said, her voice taking a serious edge. “You’re not fine.”

“You just said that you were horrible,” Hyoyeon added.

“Yeah, but–” She sighed before inhaling shakily, feeling herself get emotional. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just watch another movie.” She gestured at the TV as she reached for her beer.

A silence took over the room, everyone watching as Harin’s breathing got heavier with frustration. They wanted to help her, but knew that she wouldn’t accept their help as long as she didn’t want to.

“Unnie, you’re allowed to be sad about it,” Sooyoung softly reminded her.

Harin swallowed a lump in her throat, nodding softly. “I know. I’m just tired of crying all the time.”

Sunny put her arm around Harin’s shoulders, feeling the younger girl melt into her body. “Then maybe instead of crying, you can talk to us about it,” she suggested. “Just to see if it works.”

Harin was silent for a few minutes as she tried to regain her composure. “He said we had gone too long without seeing each other. And that he likes spending time with people when he dates them. He first suggested a break, just until after I’m done with Mean Girls, but I didn’t want one. I didn’t see the need, I mean… It wouldn’t be impossible to rearrange our schedules a bit.”

Harin’s voice had been stripped of all its energy, leaving behind a dull, grating sound. “I argued that his schedule was less busy than mine and he could just come to one of the shows for Maybe Happy Ending and he didn’t think that was enough. I, being the person I am, got angry and said there was no reason for us to ever get back together. So, I guess I broke up with him. But, he… accepted it pretty easily, so… Two weeks later and here I am.” She flashed them a forced smile.

“I’m sorry, unnie,” Yoona apologised, genuine care in her voice.

“You deserved better than that!” Tiffany said, suddenly angry. Her loudness caused Harin to raise her head and look at her member.

“She’s right,” Taeyeon agreed, placing a hand on Tiffany’s knee to calm her down. “That was a shit thing of him to do.”

Harin furrowed her eyebrows, feeling a confusing assortment of emotions in her chest. “What?”

Seohyun nodded. “What would make him do that?”

Harin shrugged. “Maybe he… had good intentions,” she mumbled.

“You can’t believe that,” Hyoyeon argued. “You’re devastated right now. There’s no way he did that with good intentions.”

“I–”

“What do you keep leaving practice for?” Sooyoung asked.

Harin’s mouth opened and closed as she hesitated to speak. “... Sometimes, I… I have panic attacks. Other times, I throw up whatever… I ate.”

“Any possible, but unlikely, good intentions he had mean nothing compared to what you’re going through.”

Blinking quickly to deter the tears welling in her eyes, Harin took a deep breath. “I think you’re being a bit harsh on hi–”

“He broke your heart!” Tiffany exploded, standing up with passion. “And you said he didn’t try to stop you when you ended your relationship for good, you’re having panic attacks and you can’t eat without throwing up because of him. He’s… He’s a fucking asshole.”

“He is an asshole,” Sunny agreed. “How could he do that to you?”

“He’s not an asshole,” Harin whispered, struggling to speak because of how emotional she was.

“Harin, he broke your heart,” Yuri argued, “for no reason. If that doesn’t make him an asshole, I don’t know what does.”

“He’s not. He isn’t a bad person. Don’t say that about him. Please,” she pleaded, using her hand to cover her eyes as she broke into tears and sobbed.

Her cries filled the room, her body shaking because of the force of her tears. Sunny tightened her hold on her member, shooting the other women a shocked expression. Tiffany sat down slowly, feeling guilty about her outburst. Seohyun rushed to get some tissues for Harin as Taeyeon spoke up.

“We’re sorry, Harin-ah,” she apologised, a gentleness to her tone as if she were speaking to a child. “It’s just that whenever we’d be sad about a breakup, you’d sit with us and, if we wanted, trash talk the guy with us.” She stopped momentarily as Seohyun handed Harin the tissues she retrieved. “We just wanted to help you feel better.”

Seohyun made an agreeing sound. “We were so… angry because of how hurt you were. We weren’t trying to add to your pain. We’re really sorry, unnie.”

Harin sniffled, trying to calm herself down so she could respond. “I– I love him,” she blubbered. Her members’ hearts broke as they watched Seohyun try to wipe her tears.

Hyoyeon put a reassuring hand on Harin’s shoulder. “Cry as much as you need to, okay? We’ll be here for you until you start to feel better.”

Harin didn’t remember leaving the room, but by the time her crying had quieted down, she was in bed. Seohyun was spooning her from behind, rubbing her back in soothing circles as the other members cleaned up the living room.

“I didn’t know she was that upset,” Yoona said, collecting all the empty cans and bottles.

Sooyoung sighed. “She must’ve been in work mode.”

Tiffany fluffed up the pillows before placing them on the couch again. “I’m so angry at him.”

“We all are,” Sunny told her, groaning as she spoke, “but Harin’s more upset than we thought and isn’t ready to be angry yet.”

“Let’s all ignore our anger,” Yuri suggested as she walked back into the living room after putting the chicken in the fridge. “And if you get too angry, just curse him in your minds.”

“Or out loud,” Tiffany added. “Like, he’s a fucking asshole and I’m going to fight him.”

Taeyeon scoffed. “You don’t know how to fight.”

“But Yuri unnie’s right,” Yoona said. “Let’s keep our anger to ourselves.”

The other members agreed almost immediately. With that new resolve, they continued cleaning the living room before going to their respective rooms.

”Is she asleep?” Hyoyeon whispered as she entered the room, shining her phone torch to cast a light.

Seohyun nodded, whispering back, “She fell asleep a few minutes ago. Cried herself to sleep.”

Hyoyeon sighed as she moved to change into her pyjamas, placing her phone on the dresser. “There’s nothing we can do but be there for her.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go to sleep Seo Jutaeng,” she said, getting into bed.

Seohyun chuckled softly. “Okay, Hyoraengbanggu.” She shifted in bed so that she was lying down comfortably. “Goodnight, Hareongdeongi,” she whispered in Harin’s ear as Hyoyeon got into bed.

Although Harin had hoped to get some rest as she slept, she spent the whole night dreaming about him — as she did most nights. She dreamed about her time with him and time they could have spent together. The ache she would feel in the morning was worth the momentary euphoria she felt.

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