#ya’ll missed the point of the movie

[valewritessss]

Movies, shows, and books really made it clear how society picks sides when there’s a problem.

Ginny and Georgia where BOTH of those two characters are misunderstood and traumatized but people only think Team Georgia or Team Ginny(not so many of those).

Bridgerton when Penelope and Eloise had their conflict. I thought it was common sense that they are both understandable?? But then I open up TikTok and everyone’s hating on one or the other.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians during the Rachel vs Annabeth discourse when neither of them did anything wrong.

Even the Inside Out movie where the whole point is that Sadness is needed for Joy to be felt and people are out here just hating Sadness or hating Joy. Little kid me was like did you guys watch the movie with your eyes closed or???

Amy and Jo both being two sides of the same coin but people had to make it a debate whether Amy or Jo is right? That one actually makes me so mad Amy deserves so much better than the hate she got for being a kid.

As a little kid I was so confused on why everyone picked sides for everything and now when I’m older I’m just as confused but now I understand how much people think in black and white.

[leclercsainzz]

hello love x

i was wondering if you could potentially do one where the reader is an actress and is in the new hunger games movies and everyone ships her with tom but she’s also dating lando … could you make a love triangle situation with these two?? like maybe she hangs out with tom more than lando or something idk lol u can come up with anything (you can decide who the endgame is) sort of like a illicit affair or where maybe she is seeing tom and everyone is aware of it idk??? (at this point im just saying nonsense i think lol)

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

PAIRINGS: lando norris x gf!reader / tom blyth x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: // cheating implied

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

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yourusername: making this movie was hands-down one of the best experiences of my life thus far! i cannot wait to share more behind the scenes content with you all:)) and with only one week to spare .. see you out there on our press tour!

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landonorris: can’t wait!

landonorris: proud of you, my love!! ❤️

↳ yourusername: ilyyyyy 😘

↳ user: lando being a supportive bf >>>

↳ user: alexa, how to get my own lando norris?? 😭

user: she’s so pretty, i can’t

user: after reading the book, i just know this movies gonna break me 😩😩😩😩

user: LANDO LET ME HAVE HER, PLEASE

user: SCREAMING!!! CANNOT WAIT!!!!

user: i have been looking forward to this movie since they announced it, can’t believe we’re only one week away

joshandresrivera: who’s the cute guy at the end??

↳ yourusername: just some guy i know 🤷🏻‍♀️

user: caNnot wait, omggggg

user: read the book and idk if i’m mentally prepared

user: you look soo good 😩😩😩

songbirdsandsnakes: our lucy gray ❤️❤️

user: i’m actually freaking tf out about this alapapalddbsod

user: YES YES YES YES YES

oscarpiastri: can i get free tickets?

↳ yourusername: absolutely!

↳ user: i love this duo so much 🤣

user: movie of the year incoming????

user: the movie hasn’t even come out yet and the amount of snow x lucy gray edits i’ve seen just from the trailer alone 😩

↳ user: i just know once the movie comes out they’ll be all over tiktok …. i can’t wait tho!!!!!!

user: i just realized that jason schwartman, viola davis, and peter dinklage are in this too!!! alwnsofnf

user: i’ve seen the trailer like 10+ times, can’t wait!!

hunterschafar: ❤️

user: will josh and jlaw be in this??

↳ user: noooo 💀 bro, this is set 64 years before them

user: she’s playing lucy gray right???

↳ user: yes

user: AHHHHHH

user: can’t wait for all the interviews omg!!!!

user: yn and the hunger games???? SIGN ME TF UPPP

user: soo excited over this

user: i wonder if lando will be attending the premiere

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yourusername: last race with my favorite boyyy 🥺🧡

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user: LAST RACE??? WHYYY????

↳ user: she starts press tour tomorrow for the hunger games

user: ima miss seeing you in the paddock 😩

user: ima miss you in the paddock 😩 but i cannot wait for the hunger games press interviews

user: his smile 😩😩

user: my fav papayas 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 + oscar

user: the first pic 😭😭

user: last race??? nooooooo

user: wait, im confused …. why’s she leaving???

user: gonna miss you

user: last pic 😩

user: YN?!?!!? YOURE LEAVING??!?? 😭😭😭😭😭

user: my favssssss 🧡

user: ya’ll acting as if she’s leaving forever and won’t see her again lmaooo 🤣 she’s doing press tour bc the movie she’s in comes out in a week

landonorris: 😘😘😘

landonorris: gonna miss your cute face 🥺

↳ yourusername: gonna miss you tooo, pretty boy 🥺

user: the way he smiles around her

user: wait when is she leaving???

↳ yourusername: a little after the race

↳ user: wait why tho??

↳ user: she starts press tour tomorrow since her movie comes out next week lol

oscarpiastri: that smile thoooo 🤭

user: where is she going????

user: THE best couple

user: what movie is she going for?

↳ user: the hunger games

↳ user: WAIT FRR????? is it the new one???

user: parents, frrrrr 😍

user: can’t wait for press tour, i just know she’s gonna slay

carlossainz55: pic creds to me, thank you 💁🏻‍♂️

↳ yourusername: 🙄🙄🙄 yea yea

↳ landonorris: 😘

↳ user: ynlando who??? i only know carlando ❤️🧡

user: they’re the reason i believe in love ❤️❤️

user: the way he looks at her, bro 😭😭😭

↳ user: he’s sooo in love, i can’t 😩😩

user: we won’t see ynlando for a while 😭

user: my ynlando heart 😍😍😍❤️❤️

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yourusername: thank you, berlin ❤️ @thehungergames

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user: THE REFERENCE OMG!!!!

user: MOTHER IS SERVING, OOH MYYYY 😍😍😍😍

user: he’s sooo fine!! but he looks EXTRA FINE with the buzz cut & blonde hair 😮‍💨

📌 pinned

↳ yourusername: told yaaaa @tomblyth

joshandresrivera: ohh hiiii 👋🏼

user: yn came to serve

user: tom’s the new white boy of the month!!!

user: HER PINNED COMMENT

user: tom’s soo good looking 😩

user: she’s so beautiful 😍😍

hunterschafer: WERK

↳ yourusername: are we about to kiss rn?

user: okay but why do i ship her and tom?? 🫣

user: idc what anyone says, she looks gorgeous! 😍

user: ngl but tom and yn look good together 🤷🏻‍♀️

↳ user: she’s got a bf and he’s got a gf

user: this man’s gorgeous but i also gotta remember he’s the one responsible for finnick’s death

↳ yourusername: same bestie 🥺

↳ user: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

user: okay but her and tom look soo good 😩😩

landonorris: stunning 😍

landonorris: you’re gorgeous

↳ yourusername: 😘😘😘😘

↳ user: them >>>

↳ user: missing them rn 😩😩

user: dress is gorgeous! she’s gorgeous! i just don’t like the top of the dress, if i’m being honest

tomblyth: ❤️❤️

user: cannot wait till the movie is out!!!!

user: tHe second slide and fourth slide slandnslsmd

user: oBSESSED 😩😩😩😩

user: i can already tell yn and tom are gonna be my fav duo

user: tom tho 😍

user: you look soo beautiful, i can’t 😩

user: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

user: i’m already a simp for president snow, and the movie hasn’t even come out yet

user: TOM, OMG 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user: THE WAY SHE PINNED THAT ONE COMMENT 😂 yn being a coriolanus simp confirmed???

user: everything about you is soo slayyyyyyyyyy

user: nothing beats the original cast but they all look sooooo good, i can’t even lie

user: the dress reference 🤩

user: PLEASE GIVE TOM MY NUMBER!!!! OR GIVE ME HIS NUMBER EITHER IS FINE WITH ME

user: is it just me or does tom look better with the buzz cut and blonde hair???

↳ yourusername: you’re not the only one 😩 ive told him several times!!!!!!

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yourusername: world premiere for @thehungergames 🇬🇧

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user: THE THRID POST ALSNDKDKDMDNSN

user: i ship

user: why do they look so in love in that third slide??

joshandresrivera: 🧡

user: yn, babe, where’s lando????

user: that don’t look like lando to me 👀

user: the chemistry is INSANE 😮‍💨

landonorris: you’re killing it, babe ❤️

↳ yourusername: 😘😘 love yaa

↳ landonorris: i love you moreeee 😘

↳ user: parents 😭😭😭

user: i hope her and tom date, they look so good together

user: ya’ll gotta stop shipping tom and yn, yn’s literally dating lando and tom’s got a girlfriend

user: tom and her look so good 😩😩😩

tomblyth: love you, gorgeous ❤️

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

↳ user: IM SORRY WHAT??!???

↳ user: excuse me??? sir????

user: TOMS COMMENT AKALSMDN

user: the chemistry is INSANE

user: he called her gorgeous 😭😭😭 brb gonna go cry

hunterschafer: YUPPPPP

hunterschafer: serving as always!

user: MOTHER IS SERVING 😍😍😍

user: obsessed with you and tom 😍😍😍

user: if i were lando, i would be crying in a corner rn

user: why do they look like a couple in that third slide??

user: toMs’S COMMENT!! he called her gorgeous

user: ya’ll shipping her with tom as if she doesn’t have a bf

↳ user: have you ever heard of cheating??

user: ya’ll see the interview?? she called him delicious and said that it’s so easy to fall in love with him 😭😭

↳ user: she said, “and getting to work with that is delicious to an actor like me” bffr she never said anything about it being easy to fall in love with him 🙄

↳ user: actually she did proceed to talk about how easy it is to fall in love with him?????? if anything you bffr

user: @landonorris come get your girl

user: she’s so touchy with him 🙄🙄🙄🙄

user: LANDO OPEN YOUR EYES

user: we’re all thinking the same thing right?? 😏

user: they’re definitely fucking around

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user: ngl but yn and tom look cute together

user: PARENTS FRRRR 😍😍😍😍😍

user: lando & yn >>>>>

user: they have sm tension

user: ya’ll are crazy if you think yn would leave lando for tom

↳ user: and youre crazy for not thinking that maybe yn already cheated on lando with tom 🫢

user: @landonorris @landonorris @landonorris

user: lando’s busy trying to win a race while yn’s busy fooling around with tom

yourusername: SNOW FALLS ON TOP!!!

↳ user: yes, on top of you

↳ user: nahhhhh 😭😭😭

user: how’d you know about the tattoo??? 👀

yourusername: love yaaaa ❤️

↳ tomblyth: back at you! ❤️

↳ user: @landonorris

hunterschafer: cute

↳ user: how does it feel to third wheel all the time?

user: yn’s literally soo gorgeous!!! 😩

user: if i were yn, i’d be all over him too, idcccc

user: lando’s stronger than me bc if my gf was like this with another man id be going apeshit

user: they’re 100% having an affair

↳ user: ohh definitely!

↳ user: the fact that he knew about her tattoo that none of us knew about says a lot!!!! this man has explored her body

user: yntom >>> ❤️❤️❤️

user: i wonder if lando knows about the tattoo tom was referring to

↳ user: that man is clueless like the rest of us

user: @landonorris

user: not ppl tagging lando 😭😭

↳ user: he’s gottta open his eyes

↳ user: @landonorris

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— author’s note: this is simply for the story, i’m aware that rachael and tom both have partners

pt2?

[sunofpandora]

“I miss the December avatar fandom.”

“I miss all the old avatar writers who left and deleted their blogs.”

“I miss 2022-2023 fandom.”

Yk who we should be talking about? The people here now. The people who are writing, working, drawing, editing, tweeting, and keeping the fandom alive.

Despite being less active, I don’t think any fandom is ‘dead’ less there’s absolutely no one that cares anymore.

Let’s be honest. People loose interest. People start to find the fandoms and movies and shows and books and hyper fixations they prefer, that’s okay!

And trust me ya’ll. I’m one to talk. I’m a certified fandom hopper. This is my-

What? 6th? 7th tumblr blog I’ve created bc of leaving other fandoms?

(Don’t worry guys I’m never deleting my avatar one.)

But the point is the people now who are creating in this fandom are getting way less attention than they would have back in December-March but we’re here anyways.

I’m not trying to be hostile, or mean, but can we understand that we’re still going? Through all these delays, through all these new announcements.

And let’s look on the brighter side? We now have frontiers of pandora, those new deleted scenes, and possibly more books coming? Did I mention that so’lek comic coming out this month?

Legs keep going guys.

[justmeinadaze]

I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) (Steddie X You)

A/N: Like I said last week, I was watching the music video for "Queen of the Night" by Whitney Houston from the soundtrack of this movie and it gave me this Steddie idea.

I have a few ideas I can take this! I seriously love protective Steddie. Probably something to do with my PTSD and need to feel safe lol Anyway... I hope you enjoy it! I dedicate this to @unfocused81 <3

Warnings: No smut (yet😈) but angst for sure. Security Steddie and Singer female reader. It is mentioned that Y/N does drink excessively and do drugs. Her boyfriend is a douchebag and assaults her (mentions of smacking and grabbing her, yelling at her, and calling her names) that results in Steddie intervening. There is also a bit of a riot at one of shows that they protect her from (kind of like that scene in the movie where people jump on stage and chaos ensues).

I wouldn't really call this dark themes but reader definitely has some things going on and is struggling a lot right now.

Work count: 5906

“What kind of security work have you guys done before?” 

Your manager leans against the outside of his desk as he continues to scan through the messages on his phone.

“Oh, um, we’ve done a lot before for the bar in our town and most recently a rock band in—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”, the manager cuts Steve off as he speaks. “That’s all well and good. Look, I’m going to level with you. This is essentially expensive babysitting. Y/N is a handful. Our last security detail quit when her last party at her house caused a riot in the streets of LA.”

“A riot?”, Eddie turned to his friend and raised an eyebrow inquisitively. 

The guy sets his phone down, sighing with impatience. “Yes. Obviously, you two don’t read or watch the news…which is good. Saves me the headache. Now, do you want the job or not?”

Both boys glance at each other before looking towards the man again. “Um, yeah sure. I mean it pays, right?”

“That’s the spirit. Ok, she’s at the studio downstairs right now recording…or at least that’s what she’s supposed to be doing. Go introduce yourselves. Glad to have you aboard.”, he rolls his eyes as he shoos them out of his office.

“Steve are you sure about this?”, Eddie asks as they head for the elevator. 

“Yeah. Come on, Munson. This is our ticket to high-rate clients and more money! We can handle one little girl.”

As soon as they get off on the right floor, they are met with extremely loud music and giggles from the studio room. A tall, lanky kid leans back in his chair extending his hand to greet both boys. 

“Hey, are ya’ll the security? I’m Devon. She’s in there ‘getting inspired’.” Their eyes follow his finger as he points behind the glass where you and some of your friends were strewn around the floor. “Good luck, gentlemen.”, he sings. 

Both men carefully tip toe around arms and legs to find you with your eyes closed, a half smirk painted across your lips. 

“Uh, Miss Y/L/N? I’m Steve Harrington and this is Eddie Munson. We’re your new personal security guards.”

“Hmm…sounds sexy.”, you slur. Your glassy, drug fueled eyes look up to meet theirs. “At least Jack hired some good-looking ones this time. Who is who?”

“Maybe, if you stood up and actually greeted us, you would have heard who is who the first time.”, Eddie chided. 

Your eyes fully open as your head tilts in his direction. No one ever had the balls to scold you like that since you became famous. It was usually “Yes ma’am” this or “Anything you want, ma’am. We’ll make it happen.”. Rising to your feet, you fully take them in through your haze. 

They both were attractive especially with that air of confidence you hadn’t seen in a long time. Your current boyfriend was cocky but definitely not confident. Everyone else around you seemed so fucking timid and you hated it. 

“Eddie. Steve.”, Steve repeated, pointed to his friend then himself. 

He was dressed head to toe in what you would call “conventional” clothes; nothing designer or anything to make him stand out. You could tell under the button up white, short sleeve shirt that he did have muscles that could protect you physically if need be. The jeans and sneakers he donned didn’t give you any new information that could tell you something about him except he probably didn’t make a whole lot of money. 

Eddie was more or less the same with a much more grunge fashion sense that, to you, he pulled off well. You pointed to his Metallica t-shirt with your finger. 

“My music isn’t like theirs. It might make your ears bleed.”

“As long as I can still see you and see you’re safe, I think I’ll survive.”

He’s quick witted. I like that…

“Ok. We’ll give it a try. Tomorrow, you’ll meet me at my house and I can tell you more about what you’ll be doing.”

***

“Steven Harrington, have you read half this stuff?”, Eddie sighs as he leans forward and places his elbows on his knees as he points at things on his laptop.

“She’s been arrested twice; once for possession and another for disorderly conduct where she was found having sex with someone while she was drunk in public. The cops have been called to her house multiple times due to, honestly, take your fucking pick. Her boyfriend was arrested just last week for sucker punching one of her fans for ‘getting too close’. How are we supposed to protect someone who invites all this chaos into her life.”

“I don’t know, Ed. The same way you protect anyone I guess.”, Steve leans back on the couch as he takes a sip from his bottle of beer. “Again, this is just a steppingstone. I’m sure after a few months of handling her, any number of high value agencies will want to hire us. WHICH MEANS…”, he glances towards Eddie. “…you need to control your Dom voice.”

The metalhead chuckles as he leans back as well. “It’s going to be hard with a fucking brat like her. Dude, she didn’t even have the common courtesy to say hello.”

“I know… I know… but just, try. For me?”

#########

It takes you awhile to open the door when they knock but when you finally do, you look completely hung over. 

“Yeah, come…come in. Do you want something to drink? Jack? Vodka? I have them all.”

“It’s 10am.”, Steve responds as he looks at his watch. 

You raise an eyebrow at him before heading for the kitchen and grabbing the whole bottle of Jack Daniels. “If you’re boring, Eddie. Just say that.”

“Steve. I’m Steve.”

“Right now, I don’t care—”

“We can tell.”, Eddie growls.

You blink as you look up at him. You’ve never wanted to toy with a man so bad in your life. He wasn’t even trying to hide that your disrespect was bothering him and honestly you couldn’t get enough. 

“I’m sorry, gentlemen. I don’t do mornings. Unfortunately, my manager insists on scheduling interviews for me that require me to up at this ungodly hour.” They watch you as you slump onto the couch and throw your arm over your eyes. “So, how much did Jack tell you?”

“Uh, just the basics. We watch out for you.”

“Good. It’s just following me around and making sure I don’t get swarmed or murdered. I’ll give you guys a key to my house before you leave today and when I stay at hotels I’ll do the same. You’ll most likely be staying in the same room as me anyway so…”

The sound of banging on your front door makes you cringe. “I guess I’ll get it.”, Eddie sighs as Steve’s eyes follow him. “Your makeup people are here, your highness.”

A big grin spreads across your face as you turn your head to look over at them. “I like him. Steven, you need to start stepping it up or he’ll become my favorite.”

The metalhead lazily glances towards his friend with playful wide eyes. “Well, lucky me.”

***

As snotty as your attitude was, they couldn’t deny how beautiful you were especially after your prep team was done putting you together. The makeup hid all damage you had done to yourself the night before and the outfit they had you in sexily showed off all your curves. Your eyes shifted to them, watching them as they looked around.

“No one is going to shoot me in here, boys.”

“Hm. You never know.”, Eddie exhales as he points to things. “Someone could come in through that back door behind you or because no one checks any of these people’s IDs, someone could sneak in pretending to be a hair stylist and take you out like that.”, he snaps his fingers. 

“Bags that hold all the beauty and camera equipment are big enough to hold even a rifle let alone a handgun. That’s implying someone would want to shoot you instead of stabbing or blowing you up.”, Steve followed. 

“Wow. Just charming.”

“It’s our job, Miss Y/L/N.”

“I think due to the circumstances you can call me Y/N.”, you grin. 

The producer gets your attention, walking you through the questions that would be asked and how the interview would go. The boys watched you in amazement as your personality practically changed when the camera went live. No one would ever be able to tell what you did behind the scenes or any other narrative then the one you provided. 

An hour later and after many questions, the interview ended and your face fell. 

“God, I need a drink.”

“Can we at least go over the tour first?”, your manager whined. 

“Baby!”

You excitedly got up and ran to your boyfriend’s arms. “Simon!”

Everyone in the room cringed at the heavy smacking sounds that left you two as he continued to sloppily kiss your lips. 

“Who are the new guys?”

“Babe, these are the new security guys. This is Eddie and Steve.”

They stand up to shake his hand but as Steve extends his palm the man looks down at it like the gesture was beneath him. “Yeah, listen boys, hands off, okay? She’s mine.”, you giggle as he slaps your ass.

“Come on, baby. I got a surprise for you.” You squeal as he lifts you over his shoulder and carries you towards your bedroom. 

“Y/N! We still have things to go over!”, Jack shouts as the door closes loudly. 

#########

“I want to go home, Steven. It’s 2am and they’ve been fucking in there all god damn day. At this point we shouldn’t have a client anymore because he killed her by not giving her any food or fucking water. It definitely won’t be due to her climaxing because I haven’t heard that happen yet.”

“We can’t leave until he does.”, Steve sighs. “Or she dismisses us for the evening.”

As if on cue, Simon saunters past them into the kitchen, casually opening your fridge, and begins chugging from a jug of orange juice. “Um, I’m pretty sure you two can leave. She’s not even here.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I’m assuming she climbed out the window after I crashed. She does that to escape the security teams. It’s kind of a rite of passage honestly.”

“Where would she go?”, Eddie growls. 

“Um, there’s a bar about a mile up the road. She likes to walk there for some reason.”

***

“So, pretty lady. Do you want to come back to my place tonight?”

“Ugh, no. Get off me. I just want to drink in peace.”

“Oh, come on, honey.”, the man slurred. 

“Hey! The lady said no.”, Steve’s voice echoed through the bar as he starred the man down. “Leave. Now.”

The patron held up his hands defensively, staggering back towards his table. 

“Come on, Y/N. Time for you to go home.”, Eddie motioned for the bartender to stop serving you as the other boy reached into your purse to pay him. 

“You’re my security. Not my fucking dad. I can stay here and drink if I want.”

“You’re at a bar in a nightie, shorts, and flip flops at 2 in the morning. It’s a safety concern.”

“Oh shit.”, you giggle. “I am in my nightie.” Steve roughly grips your arm and tugs you out the door towards his car. “Let me go, you fucking dick.”

A switch flips in the man’s brain; he can’t help it. For the past couple of days, he’s tolerated your disrespect but like Eddie, he hated it. They both could handle a lot but you were pushing them too far. Still holding onto your wrist, he twirls you towards the vehicle till your back hits the door. 

“Now, listen here because I’m only going to say this once. We’ve handled the tone and the blatant disregard for what we do but it ends now. Our job is to keep you safe not fucking babysit some spoiled, rich washed-up singer. This is the last time you pull a stunt like this; do you understand me?” 

Steve’s body was so close to yours you could feel his angry breath fanning your face. It had been ages since someone put you in your place like this and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you were a bit turned on. A new feeling washed over you though as your eyes scanned his face. For the first time since you entered this industry, you actually felt safe. 

They weren’t afraid to be blunt with you which compared to everyone else in your life was a nice reprieve. You knew 90% of the people in your life, given the chance, would sell you out in a heartbeat but would still stand there and tell you how perfect you were. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Eddie’s voice startled you, completely unaware he was standing beside you with his hands in his pockets, glaring down at you with those same angry eyes. 

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Now get in the car.” 

#############

That following morning, they half expected to be fired but were surprised when you opened the front door as soon as they knocked. 

“We have to go to the studio first and then I have to get ready for the gig tonight.”, you mumbled as you swished around them, trying to get in the backseat of his car to no avail. “Can you open the door…please?”

Eddie caught it in your tone first…something wasn’t right and it had nothing to do with them. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Can we just…”, you gesture towards the car.

“HEY! When you get back tonight make sure it’s with a better fucking attitude!”, Simon yells from your front door. 

“Well maybe I won’t come back, you free loading mama’s boy!”

“Stupid bitch should learn how to talk to a man.”, he muttered under his breath as he slammed the door shut.

Steve and Eddie exchange a look before the metalhead speaks to you. “Is that something we need to handle?”

“No. He’s just being a fucking prick.”

He opens your door and you slowly slide in before both men do the same. As the car begins to move, Steve keeps checking on you in his rearview mirror. Your sunglass covered eyes remain focused on the window as you stare out into the California streets. 

“I’m sorry about yesterday. About leaving and keeping you guys out late when you didn’t have to. Simon just pissed me off and…”

“Does he talk to you like that often?”

“No. Sometimes he’s an asshole.” You flash them a sassy smirk that grows when you see Eddie try and hide his own at your sarcasm. “He’s just…hot headed, you know? He’s been through a lot.”

“And you haven’t?”

Your eyes swivel to Steve before glancing down at your hands. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“He shouldn’t be talking to you like that, Y/N.”

“Yeah, well, neither should I so…”

“Just because you have an attitude doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated like trash. Maybe you just need someone stronger who can handle it and not take it personally.”

“Oh? And who would that be, Steve? You?”

“Aw, Munson, that’s cute. She thinks we can’t handle her.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, we’ve dealt with worse than you.”, he smiles as he turns around in his seat. “It’s you that can’t handle us. Thankfully though we aren’t in a relationship so we’ll never get to find out.”

“I never say never, gentlemen.”

****

After going over the tour dates, everything you would be doing, and everything you need, your next stop was the venue you would be performing at tonight. 

Eddie cringed as the feedback of the mic echoed around the building.

“Hey! Try plugging it into the correct port!” The young man shrugged his shoulders causing the metalhead to go over and show the boy what he was doing wrong.

“Let me guess? Rock and Roll drummer in a Metallica cover band?”, you grin at him as the mic starts picking up your voice perfectly. 

“Guitarist and our own band, not a cover band.”

“What about you, Steve? Are you musically inclined?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“What are you good at?”

“Babysitting.”, he raised his eyebrow in your direction making your smile grow. 

As the additional security from the venue finally arrived, you watched with fascination as the guys took on a more authoritative tone, telling each person where they would need to be. Time slowly dwindled till it was about twenty minutes before the show. You began pacing as you shook out your preshow jitters.

“Hey, they say they are ready for you to head towards the stage.”

You jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice. “Goddamn it! Okay, fucking thank you!” His eyes narrowed in your direction as he came in and closed the door behind him. “Can I help you with anything else?!”

“Are you alright?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re not my father, Steven, or my friend. Get the fuck out! I’ll be right out!”

The boy bites his bottom lip as he nods his head. “Yes ma’am.” As he starts to open the door, he pauses turning to face you again. “You look really beautiful, by the way. Your voice is amazing. Eddie and I have actually never heard any of your songs before today. This will be our first concert. I’m excited to see it.” 

Your wide, glassy eyes turn to look at him as he slowly begins to close the door again. 

“Steve! Thank you…”

##########

That night you gave it your all and then some. Occasionally, you would glance down at the bottom of the stage watching as Steve and Eddie’s demeanor remained focused on the task at hand. Sometimes, however, you would notice a foot tap to the beat or a head would bob to your lyrics. If this was the first time they were attending a Y/N concert, you wanted them to enjoy it and show them what you bring to the entertainment table. 

So many people when you were starting out told you that you would never make it. That your dream of becoming a singer was a pipe dream for people with “actual talent”. Since day one you always felt like you had to prove yourself, hell, even before you started singing. In your house growing up you felt like you had to fight to be seen. 

Once you crossed that threshold, everything came easier but you never stopped fighting. Fighting the fear of being nothing again, the knowledge that everyone in your circle just wanted a piece of you and what you earned. Fighting to keep everyone happy including yourself. The alcohol and drugs helped immensely or at least that’s what you believed. You thought it helped numb your brain and the pain so you could just get through every day. 

When Eddie sassed you in the studio, you knew he was different. For a while you couldn’t get a read on Steve until that night outside of the bar. The fact that neither of them had asked you to hear their demo tape or hit on you was already a point in their favor but they genuinely seemed to want to protect you so you wanted to return the favor in some way, your voice.

When the concert ended, they snuck a peak at you. Eddie was never a fan of the type of music you sang but he couldn’t deny that what you did sing went straight to his heart. Steve noticed that while you sang, it was like you transported to a different place. You seemed calmer and more in tune with yourself, making you seem more confident than when you weren’t. 

This was the first time since they met you that you genuinely seemed happy. 

Something in the atmosphere changed. Maybe it was too many booze served at the bar or just the energy of the evening but people in the crowd started chanting for an encore. You were exhausted having gone longer on your set then you were supposed to already. You gave the crowd your best smile, thanking them for coming out, and telling them how much you loved their support. 

A fan jumped on to the stage and Eddie was quick to pull him back down. Panic set in as you watched the crowd start to fight with each other and the security team jump into action. The metalhead was in front of you and you hastily gripped his arm as he scanned the area trying to find Steve. 

“Harrington?!”

After tapping his shoulder, you pointed to the corner near a wall where you saw the boy in a fist fight of his own. Eddie pushed you towards the side of the stage behind a curtain.

“Don’t move! I’ll be right back, ok?!”, he shouted over the chaos as you gave him a firm nod. 

You watched as he jumped off the platform, running to pull the man off his friend and shoving him to where you were hiding. Steve didn’t even hesitate as he lifted you into his arms and they both ran down the hallway. They didn’t stop until they reached their car and placed you in the back seat, him climbing in with you as Eddie sped away. 

“Wait…what about Jack…and everyone else?”

“No. We have to get you out and away from the building especially during a scene like that.” Steve searched through his jacket pocket for a tissue, placing it against his nose when he finally finds one. 

“Are-are you okay?”

“Yeah. Fucking asshole got me good.”

About a mile down the road, Eddie parked the car into a gas station and got out to check you both over. “What happened, Harrington? Let someone get the best of you?”, Eddie chuckled. 

“Dude, they cornered me so fast especially after I pulled him off of the venue’s security guy.”

“Did I do that? Did I do something wrong?” Their head swivel around to look at your frightened frame. “Th-that’s never happened before…I-I-I…”

“Hey, hey, hey Y/N. It’s ok. You didn’t do anything wrong. I seriously think it was just…”, Eddie shrugs. “Beer and a packed in place. People just being…too rowdy. It happens but that’s what we’re here for.”

The man throws his arms up in surprise when you suddenly tackle him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you press your head into his chest. 

“Thank you…so much.” You let him go as you turn to give Steve a hug as well. “I’m so sorry you got hurt.”

When you started to pull back, his arms came down to hold you to him. “Hey, better me than you.”, he gently sighs, “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

#######

“Oh my god! What the fuck happened?! Baby, are you okay?” Simon ran to you from his place on your couch as you and the guys entered your house. 

“The concert ended a bit roughly but I’m ok. Really…”

“Isn’t it your job to fucking protect her!?”

“Yes and we did that.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Look at her! She’s a mess and she’s shaking!” Your boyfriend charged up to Steve who glared down at him as he continued to yell in his face.”

“Simon, leave them alone. Please, I just want to get this crap off and go to bed.”

Eddie gripped his friend’s arm as he spoke to you. “Is there anything else you need, Y/N? Do you feel safe enough for us to leave and let you rest?”

“Of course, she fucking does. I can take care of her.”

Your eyes met theirs as you nodded. “Thank you.”

“We’ll talk to Jack and everyone in the morning.” The metalhead tugs at Steve forcing him to back down from your boyfriend. He flashes you one more cursory glance before turning around and leaving you for the night. 

###########

“You boys did good last night. I don’t know what happened but you knew what to do.” Jack gave them a smile as he nodded his head in approval. “Please keep up that vigilance next week when we go on tour. I think—”

“Wait. You’re still doing the tour next week?”

Your manager looked at Eddie in confusion. “Yes? Why wouldn’t we?”

“I mean…she just went through a pretty traumatic event. I couldn’t imagine getting back up on a stage immediately after something like that.”

“Yeah, well, your security not a musician so—”

“I actually am but whatever.”

Jack sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as speaks to you. “Do you feel like you need more time?”

You didn’t even hear the man’s question. Since they picked you up and brought you to your managers office, you had been uncharacteristically quiet. You were thinking about everything including what transpired last night. It WAS incredibly scary but they did pull through and keep you safe. Not only did they look after you but each other; you appreciated that loyalty. 

Now as Eddie defended you, thinking of your well-being, you felt yourself spiraling at the action. No one cared about you this much and they barely even knew you. What was their end game? What made them tick? What made them this way? Was it genuine or was it just their jobs?

“Y/N!”

“Huh? Oh, um, I mean…a week would be fine…especially if I can just rest…”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”, Jack responded in a nonchalant tone. “Go ahead and take the week but be back here on Thursday so we can go over everything.”

You nod as you head out of the office with your protectors in tow. “Hey, um, did you guys want to go get some lunch or something?”

***

“So, why security?”, you ask as you bite into your burger.

“Like Steve said, I mean, we’re good at it.”

“Well, good at protecting people. Security work just allows us to get paid for it.”, the man smiles as he takes a sip from his drink. 

“And you two have been friends for a while?”

“Since high school.”

“And where was that exactly?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions, sweetheart. Can I ask why?”, Eddie playfully narrows his eyes in your direction making you smile. 

“I just…you two are very different then people we usually hire. I just want to know more about you.”

“Different how?”, Steve asks.

“I don’t know. You just seem to genuinely care.”

“If the people around you don’t genuinely care then you need to hire some new people.”

“Yeah, well, that’s hard to find in this industry.” You reach in your purse and raise a flask in their direction as you pour a bit into your coffee.

“Is that why you do things like that?”, Eddie gestures towards you drink. 

“No, baby. I do things like this to keep me from going insane.”

“How about you do the healthy thing and stand up for yourself?”

You angerly turn your attention to Steve. “I can stand up for myself.”

“Oh? Is that why you let your manager, boyfriend, and entourage talk down to you the way they do?”

“Go fuck yourself, alright?! Look, I can stick up for myself and say what’s on my mind. For example, you two are complete fucking assholes.”, you growl. “I’m done eating. I want to go home.”

Eddie smirks as the other boy sighs. “Such a whiney, spoiled brat. I swear.” The metalhead pulls out his wallet, throwing money on the table as they both get to their feet. “Your highness.”, he gestures towards the front door. 

“I’m not whiney or spoiled. I worked hard to get here and I’m not going to let you or anyone talk to me like that.”

“Yet you do.”, Steve retorts as he opens the back door to his car. You roughly reach across, slamming it shut. “I thought you wanted to go home.”

“Apologize to me.”

“For what? Pointing out the obvious? Frankly, I don’t get why you have such a low opinion of yourself. You’re beautiful, talented, and you have such a gorgeous voice yet you pump yourself with poison and let these people take advantage of you. Why?”

You exhale as you look towards the ground. “I can handle it.”

“You say that a lot.” Eddie folds his arms on top of the car as he leans onto his hands. 

“Because I can.”

“By getting wasted?”

“My personal life is none of your fucking concern.”, you growl. 

“You’re right.” Steve opens the back door again and this time you climb in. “You just seem like you deserve better.”

##########

“I swear, man, that girl is going to get us killed. Or put in prison after WE kill her.”, Eddie chuckles from his place on the sofa. 

“I kind of like her.” The metalhead coyly raises his eyebrow at his friend. “Oh, come on, like you don’t?”, Steve sighs as he leans back against the couch. “There’s something hidden under all that sass and alcohol…I saw it when she was singing. I’d love to get to know that part of her better.”

Eddie grinned as he reached for his phone, smile fading when he saw the ID. 

“Hello. This is Eddie Munson.”

“E-Eddie? I, um, I think—FUCK YOU! —I need help.”

“You stupid bitch! Open this fucking door right fucking now!”

Eddie ross to his feet, tugging at Steve’s arm as he searched for his keys. “Where are you?”

“I-I’m in my bedroom. Simon and I got into a fight and-and he’s wasted. Pl-please…I’m scared. He’s never been this angry.”

Steve had already started the car, speeding towards your house. “Hey, it’s ok, sweetheart. We’re on the way, alright? Just stay on the phone with me, ok?”

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you guys today. Fuck… you two seem s-so different. I-I just…”

“Y/N don’t even worry about that right now. Everything’s going to be alright. We’re almost there.”

“You think you’re so high and mighty! Think you can talk to me anyway you want to! Fuck you, you fucking slut! Open the door, Y/N!”

“Oh, sure! You fuck all the groupies and fans that show up to my concerts but I’m the fucking slut!”

“Y/N, stop engaging. Talk to me.” There’s a loud crash and a squeak from your side as the line cuts off. “Steve…hurry.”

Five minutes later, they are bursting through your front door, running towards your bedroom where they hear your boyfriend shouting. Steve tackles him to the floor subduing him with his knee in his back. 

“Get the fuck off me!”

“Stop moving. You’re lucky I don’t fucking shoot you, asshole.”

“Y/N?”, Eddie softly called your name as you continued to cower in the corner with your head tucked into your arms. “Princess, everything is ok. I’m going to touch your arm.” You jump when his fingers graze your skin but you allow him to guide you to your feet. “There we go. Good girl. You’re doing so good. Can you look at me so I can check you out here?”

Your lips trembled as you faced him, his eyes slowly growing dark with fury as he scanned you over. Your face was red from your tears but he could also see where Simon had smacked your cheek. You had bruises that were starting to form on your arms where he must have grabbed you. 

“I’ll call the police and EMS.”, he grumbled trying to contain his anger. 

“No! No EMS. Please…I don’t need those pictures or attention.”

“But I do of me being pushed into a fucking cop car.”, Simon spat. 

Steve grabbed his hair and hit his head into the carpet. “Shut. Up.” His eyes meet yours as he speaks in a much gentler tone. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, um, I have a first aid kit here and all that so I’m fine.”

*** 

The police came by and took Simon away after taking everyone’s statements. Eddie and Steve took care of almost everything which you immensely appreciated. After everyone left, you expected them to as well but as your front door closed, you found you weren’t the only one on the other side. 

“I’m going to see if I can get your bedroom door back on its hinges.”, Eddie turned the corner to head down your hallway as Steve followed. 

You tiptoe after them, watching them with bewilderment as the metalhead got to work and Steve began straightening up the things Simon had damaged.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” They both froze, straightening up to look at you. “Why…why are you so nice to me? I’m such a fucking bitch to you. According to you, I’m a bratty, spoiled, washed up singer. WHY are you doing this?!”, you gesture around the room. 

They glanced at each other and after a few minutes it was Steve who finally spoke. “How should we be? Hm? Should we be like him? Do you think you deserve to be treated like this, Y/N?”

Their voices and demeanor completely changed in the moment; talking to you like a little girl who had just run into your parent’s room crying about a monster under her bed. 

“Sweetheart, NO ONE deserve to be treated like this. You didn’t trigger this. What he just did…isn’t your fault. You did the right thing calling us here. Now what kind of protectors would we be if we left you here alone with your house like this?”

You broke, sobbing almost uncontrollably as your hands covered your face. Strong hands tenderly grabbed your biceps, pulling you into a chest as you wrapped your arms around his back. Another palm delicately petted your head and for the first time in your life, you had never felt safer.

Stepping back, you wipe your eyes, glancing up to see Eddie’s kind, worry filled orbs running over your face as Steve stood beside him doing the same.

“Can, um, can we worry about this tomorrow and you stay here with me tonight?” 

“Yeah, we can stay here, honey. Do you have another room you can sleep in? I don’t think tomorrow morning you should open your eyes and this is the first thing you see.”

“I have a guest bedroom down the hall here.”

“Good because I agree with Steve. We can sleep on the couches out here and—”

“Can you sleep with me?”, you interrupt, your question startling both men. “I-I-I mean, you don’t have to. I just… I’m still a bit scared. I’m…forget about it.”

Eddie grabbed your hand as you started to walk away. 

“We can do that for you. If that’s what you want.” You nod your head to his statement, watching him closely as his eyes shift from security Eddie to something you had never seen before in any man. Whatever it was it made you feel weak in the knees. His fingers reached out to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Can you say it?”

“I-I want you two to sleep…in my bed…with me. Please.” That last word comes out almost in a whisper, pleading with them to stay. 

Steve’s fingers softly caress your cheek before gliding under your chin, turning you to face him. He had that same look Eddie had, that air of confidence you remembered seeing when you first met them but more dominate. 

“Good girl.”

[asmolguy]

Gonna make a list of characters that are so painfully little coded everything in my brain just goes “baby” whenever I watch them. Plus one caregiver. (And one real dude which feels kinda rude since he’s just like. A guy. Living his life. So you can ignore that one. But I wanted to point it out.)

Lloyd from Lego ninjago. Dude. Canon family trauma + canon forced to end his childhood early. Prime agere material. There are so many good fics of little Lloyd just littling. He’s tiny boi. So baby. So perfect.

Cole from Lego ninjago. He is. So caregiver built. I think it hurts to watch sometimes. So gentle so sweet. Get this man a child or a little or something to care for I swear. He just needs to parent. It’s in his blood and carved into his bones.

Branch from trolls. Ya’ll did you watch movie 3? The family trauma times two. The way he uses a pacifier to lock in. Someone was straight up weaving that into the fabric of his being as a character. He’s not little coded he’s little written. Plus in the show he has a little stuffie named Croco and I love that for him. There’s also some good agere Branch fics, but not enough. I need more. Pwease. He is so smol and so grumpy just everyone write him as the baby boi he deserves to be I beg.

Spider-Man but specifically for ultimate Spider-Man (btw if anyone’s looking for good regression shows and you fall around like 5-10 it’s a very good show because it’s long and has a good mix of humor and that show is my jam dude when I’m big and little). But anyone. Ultimate Spider-Mans Spider-Man is so stressed all of the time. He is just a teen. And he’s handling so many unruly teens. And in the later seasons when he’s handling the entirety of shield while being worried about nova. Give the boy a break and let someone take care of him. He’s both little and caregiver coded btw. I adore the fics where everyone calls him daddy longlegs because that is straight up what the last season is. Just him being a father to all these troubled ass powered teenagers while being so troubled himself. But then he’s also so little. He pouts and needs so much love and he’s scared all of the time and he is traumatized and then that one ep where that got turned into those weird chibi things the show tried to convince us were children I want to believe awakened something in him and he is now little sometimes.

Ian Hecox. Listen. I am aware that he is just a dude. Like a real guy. Who cannot be coded because he just exists. But I see. So much of myself in him. It kind of makes a part of my heart hurt that no one like every really seriously criticizes his more childish behavior (even for the bit on a YouTube video) because it makes me feel better about the small ways I slip in public or with my friends sometimes. There’s literally “everyone babying Ian hecox” comps online. His habit of saying scawed or newvous is unironically a blessing and curse since now all my friends who also watch Smosh do it so it’s not weird if I do it but then sometimes I have to pause and be like “is this for the bit or am I slipping right now. Both? Neither?” That one tntl (#91) where they did the blind pairs (btw one of the funniest ones ever in my opinion absolute hall of famer, the fish one, burning the pool, m’lei, all incredible bits. It’s like. The video I show people to try to get them into Smosh.) and Ian puts on overalls and walks out with an Elmo and is like “I’m five” and then after the bit is over he stays in character and when he’s like “elmo…” and damien is like “yeah bud I made sure to miss him with the spit” and then Ian drags the toy through he spit and everyone in the room is just like “aww man” like everyone is truly just like Ian dude you got your stuffed animal wet. Also Anthony being able to fully pick Ian up and carry him multiple ways. If you watch the behind the scenes for the my best friend is dead video Anthony 1. Is pumped to pick Ian up. 2. Does a baby cradle with Ian more than successfully. 3. Says “I got you bud” when Ian gets nervous and Ian goes “ok” in this tiny little voice and instantly relaxes. 4. When Anthony puts Ian down Ian follows him making grabby hands and says “I want uppies”. More little Ian caregiver Anthony fics when. Except not really because again don’t really want to put any of this on real people just doing comedic bits that I happen to feel in my soul a bit too much.

And finally, Max thunderman. I mean. Just watch the show. The pouts. The frequent fake sobbing and sniffling. The fact that he needs a childhood back after Phoebe was put on a pedestal. Someone give me soft thundertwins fic where max is a little and Phoebe is a cargegiver please I need it. And I am. So bad at writing. I would love you forever and ever if you did.

[teamfreewill58]

I love that in DSOD Kaiba is like “this Atem AI is a perfect replica of my memories” and like Kaiba we love you but absolutely no the fuck it is not??? And if Yugi met that thing he’d be like “Um Kaiba it looks great but it’s a little inaccurate.”

Because have ya’ll seen the shirt AI Atem is wearing? Like yes later in the movie when he comes back it’s that snug because Atem is ripped and Yugi is not but like Yugi wore loose shirts in the main series and when it does the flashback to the final duel Atem’s shirt is clearly baggy. Like it’s just so funny that Kaiba felt this was an important aspect for the Atem AI to have and I can’t stop laughing about it. And I feel like Yugi would look at it and be like “ok yeah I know it fits that way on him because we shared a body but why did you do that?”

And it’s interesting that Kaiba can’t recreate Atem’s personality and passion (which is of course a major point of the story). But I just think about Yugi seeing it and hearing it talk and just immediately seeing that it’s missing those vital parts of Atem. And I wish Yugi had got to meet that thing because seeing him and Kaiba talk about it would be interesting because I don’t think it would bother Yugi as much as it would help him see just how much Kaiba was still hurting.

[sweetcookie500]

Hello everyone, just dropping in to give ya’ll this Floyd design for my ‘Guardians of the Strings AU’! You can’t see it because of the guitar, but he’s wearing his usual belt from the movie haha

EDIT: Updated his eye colour to reflect Heterochromia because some peeps in the Trolls Discord pointed out he might have it!

A bit of background information:

The amnesiac fourth-youngest of five boys, Floyd has been with the Rock Troll Tribe since he was eleven, and over the course of twenty years he’s become good friends with Queen Barb. When Mount Rageous invades Volcano Rock City, Floyd is one of the few who manage to flee, originally told to seek shelter in Pop Village. He misses his mark, however, and ends up in Symphonyville, where he becomes acquaintances with a troll who’s unusually familiar to himself. He possesses the Rock Music String, woven into a choker necklace gifted to him when he was younger by Barb’s father.

First four chapters of the AU are already out, you can read it here! Thank you all so much for the love 🥹

[nightvale359]

You know maybe making A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes into a movie was a bad idea, because some of ya’ll REALLY missed the point.

Just saw two Comments about Snow. One saying that because of his life circumstances he had no choice but to be a dictator. And another calling him the “Real Hero” Of the Hunger games series because he united Panem.

Like Ya’ll…Please. I- I genuinely cannot fathom how you could think either of those things. And I know the commenters weren’t joking cause they were arguing with people in the comments.

[tbyfandoms]

I don’t know how gossip and stuff like that works in the hayden fandom (as I’m so new to it) but I just wanted to speak my mind on the whole rachel podcast thing because it’s been ruminating in my thoughts for a few days and I can’t move on LMAO

So, if you’re down for a little discussion, please feel free to read! If gossip or speculation and stuff isn’t your thing, no problem! Sexual topics will be talked about so keep that in mind in case that’s something you’re not too comfortable with! anyways, here we go…

Alright, so I know the podcast rachel did where she talked about her sexual experiences was literally two months ago but I just need to get my thoughts out on it rn

First of all I’m gonna say I’m 100% all for women being open and honest about their sexual experiences! Like we have a right to not feel shame in speaking about these things openly, but I’m gonna be honest, rachel talking about not having an org*sm (censoring bc idk how tumblr flags stuff and I don’t wanna get in trouble lmao) from penetrative sex until she was 38 lowkey gave me the ick

Like it’s so very obvious people are going to assume the fact she’s basically saying hayden never gave her any sexual satisfaction (correct me if this is a reach) and my jaw kinda drops at that realization??? Like you’re telling me over the ~10 year relationship you had with this man, he not once made you feel good? And the only way you were able to feel satisfied was by your own doing???

As I said, she’s obviously, obviously, entitled to her experiences and opinion like who’s to judge her for that??? But it’s the fact she’s said it now. It’s just kinda ironic to me that after all this time she brings this stuff up, coincidentally when hayden’s career is taking off again, as if the public and media won’t connect the dots on who she’s talking about

Like ya’ll idk maybe it’s me but imo that’s kind of petty to do 😭 like this man was with you for a very long time, he’s the father of your child, and yet you’re gonna make him out to be a guy that doesn’t know how to please his partner…

Maybe this is all such a reach so please take this all with a grain of salt, I’m really just rambling rn and maybe won’t even feel the same after I write this all out, but for now this is how I’m feeling!

It’s just all kinda spiraling in my mind because truly why would you say that (I’m more-so finding a problem with it because she did it so publicly and on a random podcast). And maybe this makes me a hypocrite because I literally just said women should be able to be honest about their sexual experiences LMAO BUT CMON???

Idk maybe it’s just me being defensive of hayden and the fact I literally don’t know this woman at all and this is the first impression I’m getting of her, but it just rubs me the wrong way. Like idk about ya’ll but I know if hayden christensen just looked at me, I’d lose my mind. So imagine being in a relationship with him, where I’m sure he can figure out how to make you feel good especially giving the duration of your relationship, just for you to then turn around and throw it all back in his face when it’s been literal years since you’ve been with him…(also same goes for that adam brody guy she dated in the early 2000s, like it’s not just hayden this reflects on!)

Also she talked about how she misses her ex bill hader (whom she coincidentally dated when she was 38) because of his um…big d!ck. So she’s also throwing into the mix that apparently the reason she couldn’t get off with hayden and adam is because they’re small???? IM SCREAMING DSKDJDH

But again maybe I’m taking this all out of context or not looking at it the right way or whatever, so sorry if this ramble of nonsense is giving you the ick, but so be it

I probably missed a lot of points I wanted to make so maybe I’ll come back to this later, we’ll see

The last thing I’ll say is, literally watch any of hayden’s movies where he’s in a romantic relationship with someone and genuinely tell me you think that man doesn’t know how to make someone feel good, specifically with penetrative sex (because that’s what rachel was talking about)??? It’s the way he’s acting and yet I can still feel the sexual tension and attraction through the screen. Just imagine him in real life. I shall leave some gifs below to further prove my point because…yeah I don’t understand

Exhibit A:

This scene from Awake literally has me screaming every time I watch it DKSJSH like the hand placement??? The kissing??? Yeah I GET IT, it’s not sex but just trust me on this ok

Exhibit B:

This scene from Factory Girl. Literally my most favorite piece of proof that goes hand in hand with the fact I cannot grasp the idea THIS man does not know how to please a woman I-

Really you guys just have to click on the account that posted these and look at the whole set because…I rest my case. Just look at the way he rolls his body on her *screams*

Ok sorry, bye that’s all I’ll say for now. I feel like none of this makes sense and I SWEAR I’m not trying to shame rachel, I just felt really put off by that little tidbit she decided to publicly share so yeah here’s my current thoughts on it. Please no one jump me, if this is truly an awful take I will delete it 🫣

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Killer Kafé

summary: Ya’ll remember HISHE’s superhero cafe and villain pub? Yea, well… here’s my take on it. Every DBD Killer, one saloon!

word count: 1890

a/n: This was a cracked idea I had randomly and it actually really inspired me, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

Once upon a time, there was a realm within a realm. This realm was where the killers of the Fog were held between trials, lest they try to torture the survivors outside of their allotted period of time. Now, not every killer was happy with this arrangement, but every killer did accept it for what it was — a chance to kick back and have a drink.

Michael Myers kicked the door open as the café went silent, watching him trod over, slumping down into a barstool and slamming his hand on the counter as he waited for the Deathslinger to give him a drink. No one actually knew what drink the Boogeyman preferred, as he didn’t speak, but he must not have hated whatever concoction Caleb came up with, or else he wouldn’t come back in the same exact way after every trial, bloodstained from head to toe.

Freddy joked, “Lose a couple pounds there, Michael? You’re practically silent when you walk.”

Ghostface said, “Actually, practically silent is what most would consider myself - Mr. Myers here is completely silent. You can’t hear him move at all, whereas one might hear my cape floating around-“

“We get it, shut up already.” Frank Morrison, head of the Legion, spit, shoving Jed out of his seat by his face mask.

The Nurse let out a spine chilling gasp in mortification. “Manners, young man!”

Frank grunted in agitation. “Sorry, Miss Sally. Certainly won’t do it again.”

Jed, finally back in his chair after fixing his mask, said, “If I had my knife, I would kill you.”

A sinister laugh erupted from behind the counter, where Caleb was busy making some Irish coffee for Michael. “Read the sign, buddy.” And pointed above himself, where a rusted sign with scrawled letters read: NO WEAPONS IN THE KILLER KAFÉ. The sign used to say ‘in the pub,’ but Caleb went on a rebranding spree when he heard about all the recent horror flick remakes, and he commissioned Carmina to repaint his sign. He didn’t listen to anyone who said remakes only happen for killers with movies already in existence. He had the spirit, at least; not to mention Rin Yamaoka sitting at the end of the bar, sipping on some herbal tea.

“But… don’t YOU have your weapon?” Julie pointed out in confusion.

“That’s because I own the pub — I have to be able to defend myself otherwise any ole’ ragtag crew could come in here and steal everything, from merchandise to money.”

“Like OUR ragtag crew?” Joey observed, with a glint in his eye.

Deathslinger slid the finished drink toward Myers, being careful to move the drink AROUND Joey’s grabby hands, as he confirmed, “Yes, like YOUR crew — and stop trying to get alcohol! I am a man of the law and I will not be breaking it.”

“He says, despite having murdered numerous people to even get to the Fog in the first place.” Julie narrated. She prided herself on being a smart-ass, arguing with the adults just to argue.

“Out.” Caleb pointed to the café door, already having reached his limit.

The three stood up to leave, chuckling to themselves, and a fourth joined them reluctantly. Susie, the only one of the three to be respectful and always ask for chocolate milk instead of alcohol, said quietly, “Have a nice day, Mr. ‘Slinger, I’m sorry about them.”

He tipped his hat at her, offering her a rotten smile and a, “Have a nice day, Miss Lavoie.” She smiled, waved goodbye to the rest of the killers, and chased after her friends.

“What a nice girl!” Sally rasped, clasping her hands together.

“Merrr!” Rin Yamaoka huffed in annoyance at the end of the bar. “She’s not the ONLY nice girl in the world, you know. More chai, please.”

The Killer Kafé suddenly went dark, and what most beings thought were the moans, screams and cries of the Dredge’s victims, were ACTUALLY the moans and groans of the killers at the Dredge’s dramatic entrance to the pub. He teleported into a (locked) locker, scrabbling until he could break the locker door open. The room lightened up again, and the Dredge complained, “I told you to stop locking that thing!”

“You took Maurice!” Jeffrey stood up, his beer belly nearly flipping his table over as he slammed his hands down angrily. Everyone silently nodded along. Even if they wouldn’t say it, making your entrance into the Fog by harming Maurice is wildly unpopular. Nobody hurts Maurice.

Anna, Bubba and Max Jr. trudged in through the back doors, dropping wood down by the fireplace and putting some meat into the prepping fridge. Caleb said, “Thank you for working so hard, you three. I appreciate it.” And nodded his head at each of them in acknowledgement.

“Is that bacon?” Amanda said, and those sitting at the counter pretended to jump. She tried to be stealthy, but everybody always knew when she was coming. It was the squeak of the chair that gave her away, but nobody had the heart to let her down.

Caleb nodded. “Would you like some, Miss Young?” She nodded vigorously, and he slapped some into a pan after grabbing it out of the fridge. Bubba grunted, which typically meant he wanted some, too, so Caleb added more. Caleb heard a hiss and a whine, and when he looked down, he saw that the Demogorgon was sitting at his feet, salivating, and even though it didn’t have eyes, he felt the puppy dog eyes breaking down his defenses. “Okay, fine. Here you go, Demodog.” He tossed a few pieces of raw bacon, and Demo jumped up, catching them in its mouth and chewing them with a loud smacking noise, as if it truly was a dog.

Across the room, Adiris keeled over, puking on the floor and saying something utterly incomprehensible. “Hey!” Caleb shouted, “No more drinks for you!” After which she groaned, swinging her sconce around messily and knocking the glasses on the table over.

Herman stood up from the next table over and said, “I think she just may be sick again, with the plague. Like usual. Would you like a mask, Adiris?” She readily accepted it, as well as the vaccine that Nemesis offered her with a roll of his eyes, as if her illness were an inconvenience to him. Granted, everything that didn’t help him catch Jill Valentine and all those other S.T.A.R.S. was an inconvenience to him.

Trickster stopped his melodic humming and piano playing and said, “I do this for free, you know. The least you could do is not stink up the room with vomit.” He shuddered. “Disgusting.”

Pinhead laughed next to Trickster. “I love witnessing your suffering. How delectable.”

“Shouldn’t your DRINK be delectable?” Trickster asked.

“No. It tastes horrible. That’s why I like it.” Came Pinhead’s response.

The Hag walked through the café doors, and everyone waved at her in greeting. She took a seat at the counter, and right when she opened her mouth to speak, a chime rang out. All she had time to say was, “Ah, shi–” Before she was teleported out of the room. Everyone in the room looked at each other awkwardly, and Pyramid Head stole Hag’s abandoned seat at the counter. Caleb glanced down at the drink he’d been preparing for Hag, shrugged, and handed it over to Pyramid Head. Pyramid Head grabbed the drink, tilted his head back, and immediately poured it all over his face. He sat there for a few seconds, processing what he did. Gently, he set the empty mug on the counter, then dragged his giant knife out of the café with him, the doors swinging shut in his wake.

In the private room of the café, Charlotte’s groans rang out as she banged on the TV, static noise trickling out through the cracks in the walls. “La télé n’est travaillé!” A harsh, grating noise rang out, and Sadako climbed out of the TV. Of course, the TV was still nothing but static, because Caleb didn’t know how to set it up in the first place, but he told everyone a repair man was going to fix it soon. Nobody knew who the mechanic would be, though.

A bell chimed, and a tall being materialized in the middle of the café. “I’m Philip. Heard there was a TV problem? What’s happening to it?”

Sadako eyeballed him warily and said, “It’s never been set up.”

Charlotte’s jaw dropped as she stared at Caleb in disbelief. Caleb’s jaw dropped because it was already broken, and he stared at the Onryo in disbelief. “How did YOU know that I never set it up?”

Sadako shrugged. “Not sure. I can feel it when I pass through, though.” She glanced to the side, then said, “There’s a baby trying to steal your bread, by the way.”

A squeal came from the kitchen as one of Trapper’s bear traps clamped down on Victor, the baby-looking man, while he held onto a piece of stale bread. “You’ll pay for that!” Albert Wesker says, pointing at Victor. Wesker hadn’t had much time to frequent the café as of late – the Entity kept calling him into trials – but he would be damned if a petty thief was going to ruin his first visit in so long. Trapper finally came back from wherever he was, and kicked Viktor, who splattered into nothingness, but reappeared in Charlotte’s chest cavity a few seconds later.

Trapper shuddered at the sight. “Parasite.” He said to Victor.

“Good work,” Blight praised Trapper. “Care for a drink?” Trapper shook his head, rejecting the offer. He’d already spotted the Blight spiking his drink with the golden glowy liquid seeping down through the coffee – it’d be bound to give him more than just an adrenaline rush.

Just then, a loud yell resounded through the Killer Kafé, and everyone looked outside with bated breath. A green aura drifted into the room, and the Wraith said, “I’m out.” He rang his bell and disappeared right as a horn was blown to announce the arrival of the Knight and his loyal army of soldiers. They trudged through the doors, metal clanking against metal and chainmail clinking together, taking a seat at the café counter.

Oni, who had just come back from a trial of his own, reared his monstrous head and roared. He dashed upstairs angrily, muttering about how knights are fake samurai and leaving a red trail of light in his wake. Caleb looked around at The Killer Kafé and sighed. He was proud of his renovations, but it still felt a little gloomy. Everyone was always mad about something, and he couldn’t cater to a consumer base that found a way to be glum about EVERYTHING.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. “Ahem. I see you’re feeling a bit down about your business. What if I bought it from you and made all of your troubles go away?”

He turned and saw that the voice belonged to none other than the Skull Merchant. He threatened her, “Don’t even THINK about trying to buy The Killer Kafé – your money is worthless in this world.”

“Suit yourself.” She said, and walked out of the establishment as if she already owned the place. Caleb was never going to get a break, was he?

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#this movie just...brought me so much comfort during a horrific year of my life (2018) and i didn't even know chad had cancer the whole time.

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#5

Ya’ll, I’m...really proud of myself today? I can finally re-watch Black Panther. Today is the first time I managed to do it, to even look at the DVD case ever since He died and I’m just...

My god, I’m tearing up just a little but I’m thinking I can watch it again. 

36 notes - Posted February 26, 2022

#4

Guys, guys, guys, guys...

Going to my first-ever Pride parade tomorrow! Incognito!!

Omfggg, I am a quietly excited bisexual!! I wonder if during one of our breaks...I can find and snag a bi flag item from one of the vendors while pretending I don’t know what it is /what it means and that I just like the colors. And I mean, I do love my flag’s colors, so maybe that’ll fly...

Hmmm...

37 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

As much as it’s an absolute bop, I think the song “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” in the movie Encanto carries a symbolic choice in its wording that goes beyond its catchiness.

Even before you learn the full situation of Bruno’s absence from the family, you get half the picture thru the song: Bruno’s power of clairvoyance was Inconvenient To The Family And Village, But Especially To Abuela Alma and so...he had to go. 

It’s interesting that the song isn’t titled, say, “Where Is Bruno?” or “Don’t Come Back, Bruno” or even just “We Don’t Know Where Bruno Is”. 

No, the song title is an assertion that the subject of Bruno is one we simply do not broach. 

A huge, huge theme in Encanto is generational trauma. And one of the perpetual curses of generational trauma is We Don’t Talk About X. Sometimes X is something that hurts us (i.e, Bruno’s visions and other seemingly odd behaviors) and/or X is something that we did to hurt someone else (i.e, the family and village’s continual rejection and depreciation of Bruno to the point where he left and never came back).

Thus we get “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”. 

The overall policy of not talking about...what needs to be talked about is often how generational trauma is not only created to begin with, but also how it is allowed to continue through new generation after generation with very little end in sight.

Not talking about things is often thought of as a way to not only avoid The Problem(s), but to deny there are The Problem(s). It’s almost a childish way of thinking that if we don’t acknowledge it then it doesn’t/can’t/won’t hurt and will somehow magically (haha) go away and stay away. And of course that never works; The Problem(s) must be dealt with or else The Problem(s) will deal with you. 

And I’m not preaching from the pulpit about this-I’ve never even been to Colombia but like a lot of people I relate so much to Encanto because my family suffers from generational trauma too. Starting from my own mother (and her devil of a mother before her), there have been many things that are swept under the rug and quite a few have exploded until they needed to be dealt with...and sometimes it’s been too long that an apology/gradual change in behavior wasn’t fully enough to mend the “cracks” in our own casita, y’know?

The Problem doesn’t go away-it just festers and festers until it deals with you. 

And The Problem not going away is amazingly symbolized in the song “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”. We see that, actually...Bruno truly hasn’t gone away. During Dolores’ dope ass verse, you can see his greenish shadow in the background on the balcony, not unlike as though he were a specter; in Camilo’s equally dope ass verse, Camilo still remembers enough about what his uncle looks like to transform into him (minus the exaggerated “7 foot frame”-he seems hardly taller than Mirabel herself); both Isabela and Dolores still remember positive prophecies from him, one about growth in power and one about future true love; so many of the villagers still remember much less positive prophecies from him; and his room is still present in the house, never mind that it’s off limits. 

Not Talking About Bruno does not at all mean Bruno has gone away. 

Even greater than what Bruno’s continued presence means, there’s also what his continued implicit absence means. Alongside her siblings and cousins, Mirabel has been deprived of having such a selfless, loving uncle in her life who, in leaving, did what he thought best to put her before himself even while knowing she’d never be aware of his sacrifice; Julieta and Pepa have been deprived of their only brother; and Abuela Alma has been deprived of her only son. That continued absence is yet another Problem. 

Also not talking about Bruno is really not unlike how the family deals with Mirabel, whose continued visible presence with her ordinary lack of magical powers they cannot escape/erase. That is, the songwriters could easily write a song titled, “We Don’t Talk To Mirabel”. 

From what I see, Abuela Alma certainly goes out of her way to not talk to Mirabel unless it’s within 1 of 3 contexts: 

Why are you in my direct line of sight and, whatever reason you (quickly) give, wrap it up so that you’re properly out of my sight. 

What are you doing and, whatever you (quickly) tell me you are doing, wrap it up so you’re not reminding me that you’re The Problem. 

Please remember the best thing you can do for the family and specifically me is to Be Seen, Not Heard. 

I and a whole lot of audience of course see this as insidiously but extremely cruel from Abuela Alma to her own flesh-and-blood granddaughter. In its insidiousness, in the narrative we also Don’t Talk About The Effects This Has On Mirabel, i.e, her terribly low self-esteem and high frustration/resentment; her trauma at the constant exclusion and depreciation; and her powerful, pressurizing need to prove herself worthy. To prove herself even present. 

Now I will say that...I don’t feel like a whole lot of the family follows Abuela’s example on how to treat Mirabel. Certainly her parents protect and nurture their daughter as much as they can against their matriarch’s mistreatment of her. Her 3 cousins are certainly loving enough to her in my opinion, particularly Antonio (and I want to write a whole post on his representation sometime, too!), and you get the sense that if Luisa had more time she’d dote on and nurture her baby sister much, much more. 

Isabela is the only one who seems to be the worst offender.For example, after it’s announced in the song that Mariano, Isabela’s betrothed, and his mother are on his way, Isabela sings an interesting line to Mirabel: 

“Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you”

...Which is pretty in line with Abuela Alma’s standard cruel treatment and policy with Mirabel: Be Seen, Not Heard And You Won’t Be The Problem. 

(And on a side note, I’m 1000% of the mind that Mariano would be an excellent big brother-in-law and be so loving and nurturing to Mirabel. I don’t think he would’ve found her comparative ordinariness an issue at all.)

(Another, another side note: I’m also of the mind that Isabela’s initial copying of Abuela Alma’s treatment of Mirabel is a kind of rebound envy and resentment because while Mirabel can’t grab just some spotlight no matter how hard she tries, Isabela can’t ever get out of all the spotlight no matter how hard she tries. I think it’s inverse brands of spotlight pressures going in different directions with the resentments...well, going in the wrong directions.)

Going back to Bruno and the song title “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”, that curse of generational trauma doesn’t start to break itself until, well...we talk about Bruno. And there’s a short, but explicit line Camilo and Antonio in the song “All of You” that states as much:

“Okay, so we’re gonna talk about Bruno? (That’s Bruno) 

Yeah, there’s a lot to say about Bruno

For sure there’s a lot of things to say about Bruno-and I love, love, love that Bruno is able to (re)claim in his agency in the narrative by being able to explain himself in his own verse right after the above one. 

Not only are we going to talk about Bruno, but Bruno gets to be the one to talk. 

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43 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#2

Guess who’s starting SWIMMING LESSONS next week?!?!?!?!?!?!! 

52 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

See, every time late May comes around...

I know at worst it’s corporate predation and at best it’s corporate cynical performance of allyship/activism to snag the queer dollar, but...

Come every late May when I see the rainbow colors of Pride come out over stores’ banners online and stores’ displays right inside their front windows where everyone can see and stores’ displays inside the store where it’s easily seen and accessible by everyone, instead of shamefully tucked into a back corner...

When I see that, there’s a happy whisper in my mind. 

It’s still a whispered secret for me that I am bisexual-in real life, I have still not come out to anyone. I am content with that for now. I don’t see that contentment changing any time in the near future. But I was 25 when I quietly, definitively said to myself that I am bisexual. I was 28 when I came out only online, first to a slew of fellow, older LGBT friends that I implicitly trusted and then later on openly on my blog as a Christmas present to myself. 

I carry a quiet love and pride of my bisexuality. And so when I see the Pride colors, that happy whisper in my mind goes, “That’s you, kid. Those colors mean you. You’re a colorful person and those colors belong to you, too.”

“You made it another year, kid. Happy birthday to learning yet another beautiful part of you.” 

75 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

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[iamnbdetox]

the college friend campfire was really really nice ~ one of them was a huge hugger and her husband was a handshaker lol recommended my fav animation movie (The Boy and The Beast) to another, who was in film and he is obsessed with animated movies apparently :D :D :D there were also talks of a mafia smut book club??? The hosts fed us all, treated us to alcohol, just all around amazing levels of hospitality.

Since then a lot of really good things have happened. A rent agreed to let me help w/ their finances. Gonna start on my next credential next week. Was invited to a coming out party for a currently-nameless individual ya’ll dont know :)

Also, two old penpals started talking w me again, one randomly, one prompted ~ at different points I had big ol crushes on these two. Obviously one ain’t going anywhere. And the other has big anxiety so she’ll ghost again at some point. But we’re talking basically every day and the act of talking w/ them is super fun and highly worth it.

There are people I miss, but it is what it is.

Went to a music festival w/ Brandon on his bday weekend, super sick. Loved The Struts performance. Saliva too. And there’s a metal concert next month I’m super looking forward to too ~ since the festival had like... light rock? and one band that was more dancie. Nothing wrong w/ it, just not my usual taste ofc. There was also a country stage, the one song we listened to there was a rock song tho xD

Also, Brandon gave me a sushi shirt for his birthday?!????? 

Old bestie seems to be a close friend again // a bestie again, which is super nice. For a bit I was worried we weren’t gonna be homies again ngl ~ ^^; 

Planning a party for next month - looking forward to seeing old faces, but who knows. It might even end up being a dud ... even though a few people specifically went out of their way to have me host a party.

Been off and on practicing the instruments again ~ def prefer practicing keyboard over bass, much more convenient to do. Gonna be ready for them streams eventually ~ 

And suuuuper important. I told my best bestie I was getting p anxious with how many people were at the music festival and she offered to come pick me up / help if I needed, told me to just say the word. It was like a 2h drive for me (shoulda been like 40). Would’ve been like 3h+ for her, and she was at a family thing at the time too!! :0!! Like this is one of the only close homies I’ve had that I’ve never had any sort of falling out with ever, honestly one of my favorite people (not bpd, just in general). Never done me wrong and done right by me so often :) I only wish I could do more for them ):

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Starry, Starry Night

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, oral sex (m/rec), fingering (f/rec), slight dom/sub, etc

*Idk who to credit for this picture of our lord and savior, please let me know if it’s yours. This one goes out to my mullet!josh anons. Ya’ll are a feral mob of monsters, and I love you!*

Josh finds you on the balcony, staring up at the cloudless, ink-black sky. He snakes his arm around your waist from behind, startling you out of your quiet star-gazing.

“Whatcha doin’, sweetness?” he burrows gently into the crook of your neck. “Searching for life on mars?”

“Don’t do that!” you gasp, swatting away at his embrace. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry…” his lips press against your ear. “didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, you did.” you smile, sinking into his arms, you never can stay mad at him. “You’re only quiet when you want to be. When did you get home?”

He sways you back and forth in the warm evening breeze, singing a couple verses of Bowie’s Life On Mars softly into your neck before snarking, “Just now, and yes, I did have fun with my brothers, thank you for asking.”

“Shut up,” you laugh. “I was getting there. How is my Danny, the love of my life, keeper of my heart?”

“Not great, hon…I had to off him. Did him in and tossed him in the river for stealing the affections of my woman. Like our poor Luca Brasi, he sleeps with the fishes.”

Your eyes roll painfully “God, you and that movie.”

“Film, love.” he corrects. “The Godfather is a fucking film.”

“My apologies.” your hands travel over his forearms, up and down, up and down. “Shh, though. Enjoy the stars with me.”

“Okay.” he mumbles, dropping soft pecks of his velvet lips just below your ear. “But if we see a UFO, we’re flagging it down.”

“Oh, for sure.” you’re melting into his kisses already. “Wouldn’t want you to miss your ride home on the mothership, weirdo.”

“You’d miss me.” he argues quietly, with a nip of his teeth over your pulse point.

“Maybe so.” you concede. “I wouldn’t miss your mouth, though, Kiszka. Shh, you talk too much.”

“You wouldn’t miss my mouth?” he teases, with a grin evident in his tone. “I think you would. I think you’d miss it here.” he sucks a bloom of electricity into your neck. “Annnnnnd I think you’d miss it here…” his hands snake under your shirt to lightly pinch your nipples, and then retreat. “And I know you’d miss my mouth right here.” One hand moves to your throat as the other slips between your legs to cup your cunt. “Yeah? You’d miss my mouth right here wouldn’t you, sweetness? Who would take care of this pretty little thing for you? Hmm?”

“Take me inside.” you breathe, attempting to push away from the railing as he holds fast to you.

“No. Right here.” a firm hand at the small of your back pushes you forward. “Grab onto the rails.”

“Josh,” your hand reaches back for him, desperate to lace your fingers into his hair. “Someone could see and…” you suddenly fall silent as the palm of your hand ghosts into his curls only to be met with a shorn, velour sensation. Your heart skips a beat until your fingertips grace over the delicate curls that are, thankfully, still there.

“What did you do?” you gasp, fighting to spin around in his arms.

He holds onto you firmly “Ah ah ah, baby…you stay where you are.”

“I want to see.” The protest escapes you sounding whiny and petulant as your hands map out the undercut.

“Too bad.” he wraps his fingers around your wrists and guides them back to the railing. “You’re going to cum first. Right here. Just like I said, and then we’ll see what you’ve earned.”

“Baby, please…” you beg, working diligently to make it pretty enough to be deemed irresistible. “Fuck, please, just let me see.”

“You, sweetness…” he taunts smugly, while reaching to slide his hand into your pajama bottoms. “You get to have a look when I’m sucking your cum off my fingers, and not a moment sooner.”

Without waiting for your complaints, he nudges your legs open wider, and dips two fingers into your warmth…burying them completely in one smooth push.

Your body is a betrayal as it collapses against the balcony with a choked, sobbing moan. When he gets like this – cocky and demanding, bossy and god-like, it dismantles you. His normally soft and gentle demeanor morphs into something completely foreign and it unravels you in the most beautiful way.

“Better stay quiet,” he warns, tucking into that delicious spot inside you. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you getting your pretty cunt played with. Or would you? Maybe you want them to hear how hard I can make you cum with just my hand.”

You reach back and run your touch over his newly shaved sides, rocking and bouncing on his hand. “Please let me see. Fuck, Josh, please.”

“I said, not yet.” he snaps in a rasping whisper. “You know what I want.”

He curls his fingers further and you lose it with a wail you both fail to silence.

“Yeah, that’s it right there, isn’t it, baby?” he bites along your shoulder and presses his cock, rock hard and warm, into the small of your back. “That’s the spot. That’s that sweet little place that hides away just waiting for me to come and visit, huh?”

You nod frantically, fingers still raking over the clipped curls “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop.” his hand fucks away at you relentlessly. “Not until you give it up. C’mon now, baby…I’d really like to fill you with my cock right about now, so let's not keep me waiting.”

“Fuck,” the curse shakes out of you wildly. “So good…please, I’m so close.”

“Already?” he sounds pleased enough with himself that you envision slapping him. “I know just how to touch you, don’t I, doll? And where…all the places that get all worked up and needy for my hands, and my mouth,” he fucks into you faster, deeper, “and my cock…know just how to take care of my pretty girl, don’t I?”

“Yes, baby, yes…” the words are less than a whimper. “Yes yes yes…”

“Let's have it then, sweetness.” his mouth is pressed, hot and humid, against the shell of your ear, licking and kissing between his words “You’re dripping all over me, squeezed snug and gorgeous around my fingers. Wanna feel that pretty pussy on my cock.”

You tighten around him and it pulls a heavenly groan from deep within his chest…the sound alone sends you careening into that blissful little death right outside, under the stars.

“There it is…” he sounds tortured. “That’s my good, good, girl. Look at you…”

The second you step into a clearer head, you're fighting to spin around while he holds fast with a mocking tsk of his tongue. “Calm down, little lamb…you’re awfully pushy.”

He’s having way too much fun at your expense and you’ve had enough. “You said!” you huff, encroaching upon what he likes to call a ‘hissy fit’. “You said you’d let me see if I came and I did, so…”

“You did?” he cuts you off. “I couldn’t tell.” He shakes his hand and you can hear the faint sound of your release hitting the concrete at your feet in tiny spatters.

“Josh…” you sound pathetic, but it matters not.

“Alright, don’t break my heart with that sad little voice.” he drops a kiss just below your temple. “Turn around.”

You spin in his arms so quickly he is forced to steady you on your feet.

“Oh…” you breathe in awe. “Oh…oh my god…”

He remains silent, allowing you to turn his head this way and that, soaking it all in, adoring him. It is so reminiscent of the early days you almost believe you might be able to tug on a rat tail if you were to reach around to the nape of his neck. The sides are non-existent, shaved down close…it isn’t much, just trails blazed into his wild tangles by clippers, but the effect is drastic. He looks both older and younger, harder, edgier…and while a small part of your heart misses the softness, the angelic mess of curls, a much larger part has lost it.

“Fuck…” the word drags out of you slow and airy, full of desire.

“Yeah?” he smiles, gripping your hips deeply.

“Yeah.” you nod urgently “Take me inside…or don’t, I don’t care. Just, now…right fucking now.”

His thumb taps at your bottom lip and then slips into your mouth. You instantly suck it in, babying it against your tongue. “So soft and warm in here,” he whispers, nuzzling the tip of your nose with his own. “What if my cock wants a little kiss before I take you inside?”

Without thought, you drop to your knees, wincing when your body hits the unforgiving ground. “Careful, sweetness…” he strokes over your hair “Don’t break my favorite toy.”

In response, your mouth falls open, soft and wet, ready for him with wide, worshiping eyes.

“Look at my pretty baby…” he sighs, cupping your cheek with his left hand, tugging his cock out of his pants with his right. “All ready and willing to be sweet to me. Begging to suck me off with those bambi eyes. I love you very much. Do you know that?”

You offer a quick, half-nod and then your gaze is falling to the swollen head of his cock. “Can I have it, Josh? Please…right here.” your tongue, pink and inviting, slips out and waits…calling to him, beckoning him in.

He takes his cock in his fist, pumping it once, twice…and then he’s dragging it across your tongue, swirling circles into the flat of it, tapping and sweeping, while holding your jaw open with a hooked thumb.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos softly “Just lick it for me, just like that.”

You want more. You want him stuffed down into your throat…choking you, suffocating you…and he can see it by the furrow of your brow. “You want to swallow me, don’t you, doll?” he pets at your face with his free hand. “You want me to slide it in and fuck that pretty face?”

An embarrassing moan hitches out of your chest as you lick him and try your hardest to close your lips around the tip.

“I know, baby…” he soothes. “I know.”

With that, he pulls away and starts into the house while you blink away confusion, knelt to the floor of the balcony like a whore. Like his whore.

He stops at the threshold and turns with one hand on the doorframe, and one wrapped around the thick base of his dick. “You coming, little lamb?’

You start to your feet, but he shakes his head “I think you look very pretty down there, sweetness. Crawl.”

Falling forward onto your palms, you comply without question or shame…dignity has no reason to ever feel shaken with Josh.

“That’s my sweetheart…” he smiles gently, curling a finger to lure you into the house.

He waits in the hall, watching as you slink along on your hands and knees to please him. “You deserve a gold star, baby. Unfortunately, I’m all out of those…what would you like instead?” his fist is continually running along his length, squeezing and twisting over the head. You can’t tear your eyes away, and it makes him smirk. “This? You want this cock, pretty girl? Your cunt is so tight. So pink and lovely…maybe I should ruin it. What do you think?”

“Please…” you are now bowed before him, as if in prayer.

In reply, he reaches down and pets the crown of your head “Get up, sweetness…the last place you belong is at my feet.”

Rising, a shudder of lust quakes out of you when he grabs you by the waist and swings you around, trapping you between the weight of his body and the hallway wall. “Gonna fuck you right here, doll. Look…” he guides your line of sight, grip firm on your chin. “door’s wide open…the whole neighborhood is gonna know how fucking dirty you sound when you cum.”

A broken moan tumbles out of you before you can stop it. “You like that, don’t you?” he mocks your moan softly. “Little lamb is a whore.”

Your hands abandon those silky, newly snipped sides, and delve into his tangles, yanking and tugging. “Just do something already…goddamn, just do something.”

You haven’t even a chance to register his movement, but just like that, your pajama bottoms and panties are puddled at your feet and he’s hiking you up against the wall.

“Wrap your legs around me…” he pants, already lining himself up. “and hold on.”

When his cock brushes over you, a keening wail escapes you…it’s as though you’ve waited days, weeks, years, for this. “Yeah? You want that? Want it inside? Wanna fuck?” he nudges in and sucks in a breath through his teeth when he feels how hot you are to the touch, how soaked.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes…” your eyes clamp shut as if warding off physical pain.

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and bites deeply enough to make you whine, then releases it. “I like it when you get all frantic like this. When you need me so badly you lose yourself to it…but I can’t wait any longer. Look at me.”

Your eyes flash to his, and the moment your stares lock, he drives into you. Filling you, splitting you open with that gorgeous, burning stretch. His name is a breathless, chanting mantra, and he nods along as he slams into you so ruthlessly you’re bouncing along the wall, pressed so fiercely against it you fear you might fall through.

He leans back, hands splayed out over your collarbone to lock you in place, and the change in position sends him sailing deeper inside you, at just the right angle. “Right there,” you breathe “Right there, Josh…don’t…please, fuck…don’t stop….”

“Awe, right there?” he sing-songs, sounding winded, “There it is again, isn’t it? My favorite little spot…now my cock’s come to visit, hmm? You like that?”

Your fists pound into his chest, body, mind and soul desperate for release. “Gonna…” a gulping, humiliating sound climbs out of you. “I’m…fuck…Josh…”

He knows you’re close, and he knows how much you love his voice in these crazed moments. You want his words floating along through your brain, undulating like filthy poetry across the expanse of your consciousness. “Do it then, little lamb.” he coaxes. “Be real sweet to my cock and just let go. Feels so good when you cum…wet and warm, so fucking tight. You gonna give it to me? Gonna be sweet?”

With a final pound of your fists against his chest, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into him. “There they are…” he groans. “My girls. I left them out, didn’t I? Gonna suck them slow and gentle until I fall asleep tonight…didn’t mean to forget them.”

When you begin to thrash around he rakes his hands into your hair, holding you still with a firm grip. “There it is…that’s my baby, I can see it coming in your eyes. You’re right there. Hush, little lamb…shh, just let it happen.”

It breaks over you like a thunderous squall, pulling you apart from the inside out. You are but a ship being tossed through violent waves…he is the storm ravaging the sea that threatens to swallow you up.

He fucks you through it, holding on until he is sure he has carried you most of the way, and then he is right there with you…beautiful groans and pants, curses and gasps of breath, your name and endearments, pouring out of him until you feel light-headed with Josh, Josh, Josh…

His forehead finds yours as you both work to calm yourselves enough to breathe normally…enough to think clearly…enough to float back down to earth…

“And to think, Sam said you’d hate it.” he smiles, when at last he’s found himself.

“Yeah?” you grin back, curling tighter around him when he pulls you away from the wall. “Well, no one ever said Sam was the brightest bulb.”

“Food and then another round?” he asks, teasing your throat with his lips as he carries you toward the kitchen. “Slow and easy, in our bed this time?”

“See? Ideas like this…” you smile, admiring his newly exposed ears “are why you are the brightest bulb.”

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Seven

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, ptsd scene described, alexander pierce is a creep, steve is an ass, bucky is well being bucky, dolores is a bitch so is sharon, hollywood drama, hollywood tropes

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Six || Chapter Eight

HEADLINES:

Cast and Crew Of ITIMYIMDO Enter and Leave With Different People, Did You Expect These Pairings?

Inside Scoop Major Script Rewrite Occurring For Y/N Y/L/N’s Book Adaptation, Is She Being A “Little” Too Demanding With The Script?

Loki and Ace Spotted Chatting Away On Rooftop Of SHEILD While Sharing A Smoke.

Uh-Oh! Dolores Served With DUI, After Being Caught Driving While Under Influence We Have Pictures From Her Alleged Arrest. Brands May Reconsider Her Partnerships. SHEILD Yet To Comment!

Bucky Barnes Opens Up About His Ideal Partner, His Sweet Cat and Body Dysmorphia in candid podcast.

Bucky Barnes Texts Mystery Person During Interview, Blink and Miss Text Messages Flashed As He Dropped His Phone.

The earlier joke Bucky made about starting another song association earned the two of you a pointed glare each, from Sam and a threat to call Yelena. Which resulted in Bucky and you only laughing more as you entered the production house. 

“She’s scarier than him.” Bucky whispers, you giggle nodding along.

“Him can get scarier if ya’ll continue.” Sam warns walking ahead.

“You ready for the day?” Bucky questions as you three wait for the elevator.

“I suppose, I mean it’s just a read through right?” Your stomach twists, you wince internally. That feeling was never a good sign.

“It is a different process at SHEILD.” Bucky’s brows furrow as he catches your troubled expression.

The elevator dings, doors opening, Sam and Bucky wait for you to move in first.

“SHEILD Productions has a meticulous process,” Sam begins to explain as the doors close,  “The core team — made up of the actors, director, executive producers read through the script. Which is occurring today.” 

You look towards Bucky, he nods. 

“The director and executive producers then select certain scenes from the script. The actors would then enact these selected scenes. If something is amiss a live rewrite and immediate reenactment occurs plus if the actors feel better to do a scene a certain way then those edits are made and then again an enactment done.” Sam’s gaze shifts to Bucky, both knew they were hoping a certain scene isn’t selected.

Bucky clears his throat, “Then fine tuning is done, for flow, as many or as little. The updated scripts are sent in sealed envelopes, depending on the director’s instructions we are given anywhere between a month or three to prepare for the role, which means the next few months you will get busier.” he smiles encouragingly, as you absorb the information.

“So basically what you asked me over the past week or two was much lesser?” You wonder, it seemed work would be cut out for you.

“I’m afraid so, I really get into the mindset and role, I even purchased an additional copy for more constructive character building and making notes.” He grins.

“Oh and he keeps me awake to also take these notes incase his book is forgotten some place.” Sam complains, you chuckle.

“I’d do the same, ugh, I think I should buy those multiple subject notebooks depending on the number of actors.” You begin to wonder what would be a better option, digital notes or handwritten.

The last few floors are remaining, “James, do you like this process?” You wonder.

Bucky purses his lips in contemplation. When he was roped in by SHEILD the movie led him into his more commercial success, bringing him into the mainstream. He found this read then re-read process daunting at first, but slowly acclimated towards it, it was something that only occurred at SHEILD where the actors could also give their two cents instead of only an improvisation as the camera rolled. 

“It is daunting but it feels good to be a part of the development process more, other movies only if improvs occur during a scene and are accepted is my contribution beyond my carved out role.” He answers, then the doors open to the conference room floor.

Sam pulls Bucky to the side handing his own phone to the latter.

There were two worries on your mind as your eyes move across the room. 

One, what was done to the story to condense it into a script and the second, how Bucky would face the scene of Rhys’ arm loss. It was one thing to read it, but you hoped it would not have a negative impact having to act it out. 

You prayed, prayed it would not be the scene he has to act out.

The tables are arranged in a semi circle. Name plaques and character names written to indicate where everyone would be sitting. There was a stage set up at the far end, a table labelled props and another carried refreshments beyond the bottles of water placed near everyone’s plaques.

You feel Yelena’s absence, wishing she was there to speak to you, but she said there was an unavoidable thing she needed to take care.

Your eyes move to the opposite side, Dolores grins while eyeing the plaque next to hers. 

“Hey, there.” Loki greets, you smile and wave at him.

“Ready for the day?” He wonders, “Also I’m upset I don’t get to send the internet into a meltdown with you, I thought we were becoming best friends.” Loki pouts.

“I only give one meltdown a month, next month you can have meltdown rights.” You chuckle, Loki raises his pinky towards you.

“Pinky promise?” he requests, you intertwine your pinky,

“Pinky promise.” you affirm.

“Grand, I’ll tell my best friend the news.” Loki grins with mischief as Bucky and Sam return. 

You trace your plaque, taking a picture to send to your mom.

Y/N Y/LN, Author, Executive Producer.

The nights you spent crying over the plot and nursing migraines flash by your eyes. Pride warms your chest.

Loki and Bucky are off to the side taking pictures with their plaques, you smile at their antics. Ace takes a picture of their plaque as well.

Steve walks into the room, looking up from his phone, he walks right up to you where you stand, “Hello.” He murmurs quietly.

“Hello.” You greet back. When look up at him, his eyes are hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Your brows furrow.

Steve smiles, swiftly it turns into a smirk, “Missing my baby blues?” 

You roll your eyes in response looking back at Bucky and Loki.

“Aw don’t be like that sweetheart.” He chastises, hand moving to your chin. You shift back. Backing into the table. 

Bucky turns at that very moment, he clenches his jaw, stepping towards the two of you. Loki follows. Steve hums, looking towards Bucky with a cheshire cat grin.

“It’s so easy to rile him up.” Steve leans in to whisper in your ear, gooseflesh erupt at the proximity.

“Steve.” You warn shifting further to the side. 

Bucky’s intense gaze takes you back to the night of the dinner. He taps Steve’s shoulder. 

“What is it, Buck?” Steve scoffs spotting Loki behind Bucky.

“Shut up.” Bucky glares at Steve then offers his hand to you. You grasp it, he gives a slight tug and you slip past Steve. 

“Loki and I want to take pictures with you and the plaques. SHEILD tradition we’ve established.” He explains. You smile,

“I’d like that, James.” 

Bucky grins, the little crinkles by his eyes show.

Steve rolls his eyes, sauntering to his place next to Dolores. He shoots a look to his manager who is perched on a table behind his, typing away on her phone. She looks up indifference colours her features at Dolores approaching.

“Hey Stevie.” Dolores sits on the table, hand placed on his.

“Hello Dot.” His tone is clipped, she pouts. Glossed lips gleaming in the light, Steve tries to not have her pry. It was enough to tolerate her over the weekend.

“Now, now, what has you grumpy? Maybe I can help.” She then scoffs when instinctually his gaze moves to the three of you taking pictures,

“I don’t know what she thinks of herself.” Dot grumbles, “So what if she wrote the book? It’s my movie now.”

Steve gazes to the ceiling sending a silent prayer as Dolores launches in a ramble about her importance to the movie. The remaining actors trickle in, taking their designated places. 

Loki takes a bunch of pictures, even pulling out his instant camera and having Sam take three pictures so each of you could keep one. Sam was all smiles taking the pictures and pulling funny faces to make the three of you laugh.

“I’m keeping this one.” Bucky takes his pick, grabbing the photograph and tucking it into his pocket.

“Hey, at least let me see it!” Loki grumbles trying to grab the picture. 

You chuckle, moving with your plaque to where Ace was sitting.

“I called dibs!” Bucky makes a run for it.

“What are you, four?” Loki grumbles out but still running behind him,

“I’m a child at heart.”

“You’re a child per se.”

Sam chuckles but whips his own phone out to get videos, this is what he liked to post on behalf of his clients, genuine moments not orchestrated crap. Though sometimes orchestrated crap was required. 

Drowning out their sounds, you stand in front of Ace. 

“Would you be okay with us taking a picture together with the plaques?” You ask them, they smile at you. 

“I’d love that,” they stand, the two of you set up your phones, using the timer to take pictures. 

“I wanted to tell you, I finished the book in one night.” They grin as you both approve the pictures.

“Really?” You blink several times, not recalling the last reading binge you yourself did.

“I could not put it down, TMI I took it into my bathroom.” Ace laughs, you chuckle.

“I take my phone with me to carry on writing if I have to pee and it’s a really good scene.” You giggle. They laugh. 

The double doors open and Maria Hill and Nick Fury walk in, you’re relieved to see Alexander is not present. 

Not present yet, a voice in your head warns. 

It takes you back to James’ warning in his car. 

Behind them Sharon rolls in a trolley with iPads. Placing it near the table with Nick and Maria’s placement plaques. 

Nick checks the time and the people present, a non verbal look is shared and Loki takes his place beside Ace. 

Bucky sits next to Loki and your place is next to him. 

The actors playing Doll’s father, then Steve’s father, Doll’s mother is played by Hope Van Dyne, next to her is Dolores and then Steve who smiles at you given that you’re directly opposite him and Dolores opposite to Bucky. 

You wonder who would play Rhys’ boss secretly you hoped it would be Tony Stark because there was no one else in your mind who could replace him. Your mom introduced you to his work and then you absolutely adored him as Sherlock Holmes. 

Steve pulls you out of your thoughts about Tony when his gaze meets your own and he takes off the sunglasses and winks at you. You look down at your hands, Bucky only glares at Steve. The man then winks at him too. 

“Don’t break the iPad.” Loki warns in a whisper, “You can’t unbend it like a fork.” 

Sam snorts but pipes down when Nick Fury throws him a warning look. 

Your gaze shifts behind you, towards Yelena’s empty seat. Taking a quick picture you add the message of missing her to text her. 

“The iPad contains the script loaded onto good notes, we are forgoing paper as part of our new green initiative. The iPads are locked so essentially you are toddlers with access to one app only not allowed to send or receive messages, emails the works.” Maria explains, Sharon begins distributing the iPads to everyone. 

You look up at her as she hands you the iPad, “Thank you.” You whisper. 

She rolls her eyes then plasters a smile handing Bucky his iPad. 

“Thanks.” He begins to unlock it and load the app. 

“You’re very welcome.” Sharon bats her eyelashes, “Anything you need tell me.” 

“Uh,” Bucky shifts in his seat, your eyes shift to his face. 

“Anything.” Sharon emphasises. 

“Sharon some of us are waiting could you not try and flirt?” Ace calls out. 

“Ms. Carter, please get on with the work.” Maria Hill shakes her head disappointed. 

“We have an hour to read the script.” Nick announces and everyone gazes down at the devices. 

The scriptwriters anxiously gaze at everyone especially you. All of your notes on what scenes are important, your annotations everything was laid out for them. They were on your side wanting to preserve everything possible but fit it into the screenplay time. 

Bucky catches it first, the shake of your hands and the nervous fiddling. You’re gnawing at your bottom lip as you read through the script your the furrow in your brow lets him know you’re worried as each line you read has you further descent into nervousness. This was a new take on your work. 

He takes a peek around the room, everyone is invested in the script. He’s almost halfway though given his reading speed. 

Dolores toys with the digital pages but pays attention more to her phone. Loki reads in concentration and Steve rolls his eyes every few lines. 

Ace has a notebook out as they jot down notes of the emotions expected in the scenes. 

The remaining actors diligently read.

Bucky stares at his left palm, it is the only option given you sit to that side. Slowly he reaches out, offering his hand. You look up at him, but he gazes into his own iPad, pretending to read the page but all his attention is on you. 

You take his hand, thumb tapping against his palm and the gloves feel the same as they did in his car. Bucky squeezes your palm, reassurance woven into the action. 

Using your free hands both of you continue to read, each time your anxiety picks up at a scene, he allows you to squeeze, tap, play with his fingers. Squeezing back ever so often to remind you he’s there. 

Your face pales, Bucky’s hand tightens around yours, you take a glance at the page he’s on. You  bring your left hand on his, its the scene of the loss of Rhys’ arm. You both are at the same page. 

You rub circles on the back of his palm. Bucky meets your gaze, blinking back tears. 

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can muster to say in a low tone, he takes deep breaths. 

“Not on you.” He whispers. 

Steve looks across the room, he wonders who did the placement, Bucky and you tucked away in a corner. Loki by Bucky’s side, Ace next to him. Dolores seat next to Steve and the remaining producers in line with them. 

Steve’s gaze follows Bucky’s arm he tilts his head wondering if he’s picturing it but then you look up at Bucky he whispers something to you and you respond making him smile.  

Your eyes move across the room, Steve gives you a smile as you meet his gaze. You return the gesture then look back down at the script. You do catch Dolores’ hand moving towards him.  

Bucky squeezes your hand again as he reads the lines, it’s almost verbatim, they’ve converted the entire scene into a dream sequence that ultimately leads to a PTSD episode which Loki’s character would step in to help him through. 

“Have you both noted the amount of sex scenes?” Loki whispers and then his eyes fall to your hands but he looks back up and you don’t have to wonder about what comes next, Bucky releases your hand. It feels reminiscent of the ‘almost event, some how hurts more. 

“How many are there?” Bucky clenches his fist, he can’t tell you the minuscule space before he completely parted from your hand ached more than letting your hand go. 

Loki’s brows furrow in question, Bucky clenches his jaw. 

“I think eight are there.” He says quietly, Bucky purses his lips closing his eyes. 

He should be mad at the scenes, he should protest but all his mind brings forth is you. You’re next to him and he aches for you. 

You turn your attention back to the script, quickly skimming through it again, there are several sex scenes— the video chat, the immediately post meeting, the rain, the post all the chaos, the car they even threw in a mile high club scene. As well as Loki and Ace have a scene together. 

You internally groan. Why were so many required? The tender moments were there but it felt less intimate in the script. Your mind replays his hand leaving yours, you shake your head as if to physically dismiss the thought. 

You meet the gaze of the scriptwriters and they wait for your approval, you give a slight nod they did surprisingly well though the scenes where Rhys helps Doll see herself, where he talks her down from her own demons, where they slowly go from friends to more is now basically instant attraction. 

You aren’t happy, but you aren’t upset either. It has to be a love story shown within three hours. It has to be fast paced. 

Then your eyes fall to the scene, you pause, your breath halting. Doll’s father and mother, with her observing from far off the abuse. Your hand trembles, flashes of a familiar scene play in front of your eyes. Your throat tightens as his roaring distant voice gets louder to the point where it hurts your ears more than your heart. 

Bucky turns his attention back to you, you’re staring at the iPad, the screen is dimming but you make no attempt to prevent the auto lock. He reaches out tapping the screen the second his hand enters your peripheral you flinch, chair scraping back as you stand. 

The eyes were going to move to you but the doors fly open — Natasha Romanoff enters followed by Yelena. You’re so grateful for the attention being diverted. 

Bucky looks back at you, his had wants to reach out to yours, run his thumb along the edge of your index finger but your curious gaze is fixated on the sisters who’ve walked into the room. Yelena gives you a beaming grin. 

“Everyone please meet your director, the talented, decorated with accolades Natasha Romanoff.” Maria Hill announces, applause greet Natasha as she gives a shy smile walking yo the place at Maria’s side. 

Before she settles in, she turns to you, walking the three foot distance, “I spoke with Yelena before I did with you,” her voice is low so you know this is a conversation that will delve further later, “I will try to do this story justice in the themes that it represents, beyond the love story of two people.” 

“Thank you. I trust you.” You tell her, your words hold a weight and she smiles reaching out to touch your arm give it a small squeeze. 

You sit back down as she returns to her place. 

“Are you alright?” Bucky whispers, you give him a curt nod. You failed to realise this would open the pandora’s box you kept locked away. 

Bucky gnaws at the inside of his cheek, he catches the page number on your iPad opening it on his then it clicks. 

When he looks up at you, you’re nodding his gaze sweeps across to Steve’s side catching him mouthing ‘Are you sure?’ with his brows twisted into that look of feigned concern that Bucky is familiar with a little too well. 

Yelena taps your shoulder motioning to the corner of the room near the refreshments, you gladly leave your place to join her. 

“A little more emotion, Dolores.” Natasha orders not even yelling cut this time, she is fed up.

Nicky Fury has a perpetual look of indifference, Maria Hill could be hiding a migraine and you try to keep a neutral expression. 

“The scene isn’t—,” Dolores begins,

“The scene is fine, you’re not bringing the emotion of seeing the love of your life finally after ages of being separated.” Natasha cuts her off, taking a sip of her water. 

“Again from the beginning, Ace please from the moment of pretending on Nia’s part forgetting the phone, Bucky move off stage then come on once Ace leaves.” She instructs and Bucky scurries off stage, thankful he didn’t have to take off his bionic arm, yet. 

He tries catching your gaze but you seem adamant on avoiding it, he doesn’t understand what changed within moments. 

You look towards Bucky only when his back is towards you, when he turns you look down at the iPad. You aren’t mad at him for dropping your hand, you don’t want to read into anything. Given the articles Yelena showed you.

You’re still in over your head at what Yelena told you. It’s taking everything to focus and Bucky would muddle everything going on in your mind. 

“Do you have any notes?” Natasha leans towards you as the actors take their places. 

“Um,” you look down at the observations you’ve jotted. 

“Hmm, I didn’t think switching their placements would work, she bumped into him walking backwards in the original scene, let’s work with that instead of Doll seeing Rhys instantly.” Natasha reads over the notes, her gaze lifts to Yelena whole gives her look of ‘told you’. 

“Are you sure?” You whisper, worried about over-stepping. 

“I’m 101% sure.” Natasha smiles then turns to the actors explaining what she requires. 

Nick turns to you, his poker face not allowing you to place what his mind is going over. 

You turn back as Ace and Dolores take centre stage. 

“Action!” Natasha calls out. 

Ace laughs, “Okay so what? It doesn’t mean you scream at everyone—oh shit I left my phone, wait for me?” 

Dolores shakes her head, turning to face Ace as they walk to the classroom, “I’m going to wait by the car, you go find that device, and for the record I don’t call you out,”

Bucky steps onto the stage, a soft smile on his face as he gazes at Dolores. You’re almost reminded of how it was in your head when it was a fanfic. 

Dolores takes a few steps more, bumping into Bucky, “Oh I’m so sorry,” she looks up at him, “Rhys.” Dolores looks back towards Ace who whips out their phone a grin on their face as if to say ‘Ta da!!’

Dolores furrows her brows then realisation dawns on her features. 

“Rhys?” She questions turning to face him. 

“Hi Doll.” Bucky smiles, you notice him blinking several times, eyes glazing over, your hands grip the iPad tightly. 

“Rhys you’re—, you’re here?” Dolores looks as if surprised but her voice lacks conviction,

“I think I met you in my dreams once,” Bucky smiles, “But now I’m here.” He sniffles. 

Dolores laughs, leaning up to kiss him. Bucky smiles, meeting her halfway. Flesh arm wrapping around her waist pulling her to him, not using his vibranium arm. 

You don’t pay attention to the twinge in your chest.

“Cut!” Natasha yells, “Much better.” She denotes when they part. Dolores gleams. 

“Though Dolores I want you to work on emoting better.” Natasha tsks, then smiles at Bucky“Bucky a little more awe when you see her in person, a little more wonder, otherwise the remainder of your emotions were good.” 

“Thank you.” Bucky says, his eyes shift to you when you wipe the corner of your eyes. 

Dolores rolls her eyes, Natasha ignores her. 

“Ace I loved it every bit happy scheming best friend.” Natasha praises and Ace grins. 

“Thank you.” They grin. 

You look up, Bucky’s eyes are on you curiosity and worry evident. You always admired how expressive he was in his craft with just his eyes. Just, right now being at the receiving end of his intense gaze, you felt as if the first night you met him, being tugged into the eye of the storm.  

‘I’m okay.’ You mouth, when Natasha touches your arm you break your gaze with him. Bucky swallows, trying to find Loki but his eyes settle on Steve instead who has a knowing grin on his face. 

“Fuck.” Bucky mutters, Steve only grins more, standing as Natasha calls on the scene for Dolores and himself. 

“Now, I know just how important she is to you. You have that look on your face.” Steve pats Bucky’s shoulder as if complementing him.  

“She’s just an asset.” Bucky replies, he tries to keep up an air of nonchalance. 

“Is she, Barnes?” Steve shakes his head in disbelief, moving onto stage. 

Dolores hugs him, chatting away about the scene. Steve allows Bucky to stew in his thoughts. 

“What did he say?” Loki pulls Bucky out of his mind.

“He believes there is something going on… between Y/N and I.” Bucky answers, they are to the side so no one can hear them. 

Loki’s eyes lift to where you were sat, watching Steve and Dolores enact out their scene. 

“Is there? Something?” He gazes back to Bucky. 

“No.” Bucky answers too quickly. 

“Do you hope for there to be something?” He changes the question. 

“I—, I don’t know, Loki.” Bucky sighs. 

“Bucky and Loki, could we have you both on stage? I want you to enact the PTSD episode scene, is that comfortable right now?” Natasha looks towards them, Bucky’s gaze falls to you, you’re gnawing your bottom lip with worry. 

“I’m okay as long as Bucky is fine with it.” Loki answers. 

“Yeah we can do it.” Bucky swallows nodding. It doesn’t ease your worry for him. 

Bucky stands staring off into space, blinking several times to return to the present, flesh hand tracing over his shoulder that used to harbour his left arm. 

He groans, the pang of phantom pain hitting him. He turns, there is an echo of bullets and blasts resounding. His chest rises and falls rapidly. Breath unable to be kept even. 

He steps towards the side table with the water jug, but his step falters, “Please, please, please, save it, save it.” He pleas with someone who isn’t present.

Bucky lands on his knees, hunched over, clawing at his shoulder to feel, “What good is a dead armed soldier? Doc do something!” He wheezes, blue eyes lost. 

“Hey Rhys—, fucking hell.” Loki moves in front of Bucky, “Rhys can you hear me?” 

“The arm, the pain, I can’t—, I can’t feel—,” Bucky hiccups, tears fully falling from his eyes, “I can’t feel anything.”

“Rhys, Rhys its me Levi, you aren’t on the battlefield anymore, try to listen to my voice.” Loki’s own eyes brim with tears. 

“Levi?” Bucky breaks the syllables, eyes in and out of focus,

“Yeah your friend; I’m here. Can you find your way back to here?” Loki questions, gently prying his flesh arm away from his shoulder and holding it. 

Bucky gazes down at the intertwined hands, Loki squeezes in reassurance, “I’ve got you man, I know it hurts, you gotta come out of it, you’re home.” 

Bucky’s breathing evens out slowly, 

“You’re doing good man, that is some good breathing right there.” Loki encourages. 

“Levi?” Bucky looks up locking his eyes with Loki. Finally present after being lost.

“Right here Rhys.” Loki lets go of his breath with relief. Tears streaming down his own face.  

“What the fuck is, ‘that is some good breathing right there?’” Bucky blinks away the tears, bewildered. 

“Fuck you.” Loki rolls his eyes and Bucky laughs, Loki joins him, the former pulling him into a hug. 

“Cut.” Natasha’s voice is thick with emotion, you can’t find your own voice beyond the tears, a clap resounds next to you. 

Loki and Bucky remain kneeling, smiles on their faces at the praise pouring in the small room. 

Maria stands, clapping you join in as does Natasha followed by the rest of the cast. Nick Fury stands when the claps die down. 

“I think we made the right choice with the two of you. Thirty minute break.” He declares walking to the doors. 

Loki helps Bucky up, they move to the side Bucky unbuttons his shirt to fix his arm back into the mounting plate. It does a full circumduction before his shrugs his shoulder. Flexing his elbow and fingers putting his shirt back on and buttoned up.

Then Loki walks towards you, you engulf him in a hug. He appreciates it. Bucky walks towards the two of you slowly, observing.

“That was breathtaking.” You say to the both of them when Loki parts from you from the hug. 

“Thank you.” they speak in unison. 

Ace walks up, “That was brilliant.” 

Loki gives them a tight-lipped smile, you shift towards Bucky’s side to allow Ace space, your shoulder brushes against his, you don’t allow yourself to stop the next movement.

Your pinky finger reaches out to trace the outer border of his left palm. Bucky smiles, it was an innocent way to give a nod towards the hand-holding both of you had begun. He does the same to your palm. You smile.

“Did you think about undergoing military level training to prepare?” Ace questions Bucky,

“I’ve spoken to a few veterans, and my old physical therapist will be re training to balance around without the bionic arm.” He explains, as they nod.

“Y/N, may I steal you away for a bit?” Natasha enquires. 

“By all means.” Ace answers beaming. 

You look back at Bucky, he only smiles at you, your gaze drops to his hand. His opposite thumb traces over the spot where you touched him. 

His gaze falls to your hand as you repeat the same gesture upon your own hands. 

Bucky diverts his attention towards Loki and Ace. He still doesn’t understand why the latter gets on his best friend’s nerves.

You follow Natasha to the corner where Yelena stands as well. She smiles at you, you smile back.

“Alright, let me get down to business, I think you may have seen the articles for Yelena and I meeting, the only reason I agreed to direct is you.” Natasha explains, your jaw drops.

“Me?” You manage to squeak out, she’s an Oscar, Emmy, Everything nominated and won director.

“I read the book, Yelena being your agent was a surprise but I know she sees potential better than the best.” Natasha smiles at her sister.

“Flattery Natalia.” Yelena rolls her eyes.

“Can’t a big sister be proud?” Natasha chuckles when Yelena grumbles in Russain.

“I love you too.” The elder sister only laughs.

You chuckle, emotional displays weren’t Yelena’s forte so you knew her actions speak much clearer for how she feels.

“Now, as executive producer and author your body of work needs to be honoured, I know your hesitancies, even I disagree with some of the cast choices. However I wanted to speak to you about a sort of cameo in the movie? Just as a nod to you?” She seems so hopeful, you look at Yelena.

“Please say yes, small moment, maybe giving Rhys directions to the university or something else.” Yelena adds you chuckle.

Your nod has both sisters squeal and hug you.

Natasha moves away to speak to Nick as he returns, Yelena tugs at your hand.

“Your blue eyed boy is looking here.” She teases, you slowly meet Bucky’s gaze from across the room. The he frowns, his eyes begin to harbour disdain.

The hand is on your lower back before you can react to Bucky. Yelena can’t pull you away quick enough.

“How is my stellar author?” Alexander’s voice has a chill creep up your spine, you turn immediately moving away.

“Mr. Pierce,” You smile.

He gives you a lazy grin, “I hope my absence didn’t cause much trouble.”

“Oh um, I wouldn’t be the best judge of that, I’m sure someone of your caliber can contribute even better so everyone here can learn.” You hope the answer is diplomatic enough.

“Oh you do have a way with your words.” Alexander gleams, you trace the spot Bucky traced his fingers over. 

“Mr. Pierce.” Bucky speaks up, “Missed you here today.” He walks towards the three of you. You take the moment to shift but Alexander looks at you the minute you try to shift.

“How is your mother?” He enquires.

“Getting by… some days are good.” You swallow.

“And your father I hope you spoke to him about the absurd commentary. Defamation suits are very costly.” Alexander only smiles.

“I’ve spoken to him as well.” Yelena adds.

“I hope you have made him acquainted with my legal team.” He questions, she nods. Your brows furrow, when did this occur?

Bucky finally makes his way over, a smile plastered on his face, he gives you a once over. You don’t meet his gaze.

“It is good to see you both well acquainted.” Alexander observes, Bucky chuckles.

“I take time to open up Alexander, you know that. It was a matter of time before I got along.” He says easily, “You know I have to, you of all people know how it is?” 

“If I didn’t i wouldn’t be here, as your boss.” Alexander laughs, Bucky joins him.

Yelena grabs your hand, “Its from the hospital.” she hands you your phone.

“Excuse me.” You whisper, before hastily exiting the room. 

“Absolutely not.” Bucky seethes, this close to upturning the damn table.

“Oh come on Bucky.” Dolores rolls her eyes, “It’s just for PR.” 

“No.” Bucky presses on, Loki rolls his eyes at the absurd notion. This is not required.

“As the best interest is seemed of SHEILD you will do this PR relationship.” Nick presses on, looking at Sam to talk sense into Bucky.

“Why not have Steve and Dolores be PR.” Bucky offers, he doesn’t want this, he has, well, no one at the moment but he does not want the whole thing with the same woman who cheated on him. 

His mind strays to you, still gone, NDAs were already brought out and signed. Yelena, Natasha both are missing as well. 

“I already did my bit of PR under SHEILD’s contracts, face it, it’s your turn.” Steve glares at him.

“Your agent loves throwing you on front pages, also don’t think I don’t know this is because of her instability and recent DUI—,”

“Gentlemen.” Alexander intervenes, “Do as you’re told Bucky or we can bring up all of your contractual binding obligations.”

Bucky knows what that is code for, he grips the table. Sam places a hand on his shoulder.

“When do we need to start?” He mutters through gritted teeth.

“Today, go sneak off to make out, make sure you’re caught by the paps outside.” Alexander waves them off.

Pushing his chair back Bucky moves to the door with an all too excited Dolores on his trail. They take the elevator down. He ignores every attempt she makes to speak. His heart is screaming at him to fight. His brain brings forth the bullshit of Alexander.

The doors open, he inhales then exhales and they make their way as if sneaking away.

Steve hides his grin as you’re right where he wanted you, pacing the parking lot on the phone. It was easy to produce scheduling conflicts when the right connections were known to the private nursing facility you had hired for your mother. 

Your call ends and you catch laughter, you turn towards the sound, curiosity getting the best of you.

Something in your chest breaks when Bucky grasps Dolores’ cheek with his vibranium palm. She smiles up at him, grasping his wrist. Your breath hitches at how eerily similar it is, limbs locked. Bucky’s lips brush over Dolores’ once, twice, he smiles before their lips meet.

Dolores wraps her arm around his neck, kissing Bucky back with equal fervour. 

You look down then, shaking your head and steadying your breath that seems to be moving towards panting. This is not supposed to affect you.

“Heartbreaking isn’t it?” Steve murmurs from behind you, leaning against a car.

“I don’t understand—,” 

“He says and does things that might hold significance only to not reciprocate what might be in your own heart.” Steve cuts you off, eyes moving towards Bucky and Dolores as they laugh. 

“I think you’re reading too much into things, Steve.” You keep your voice even, jaw clenched. 

“I think I’m reading it just right, sweetheart.” Steve steps closer to you, “Is everything alright? I overheard Yelena say it’s the hospital that was getting in touch.” 

You furrow your brows, “The nurse has to leave from home, I need to get back, my dad isn’t going to return till later. If I’m not there its going to be a whole thing,” your palm touches your forehead, ten things swirling in your head. 

Steve pulls you into his embrace cutting off your words. 

“I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you. How about I take you home and stay there with you and your mom?” He pulls away cupping your cheek with his right hand. 

“Steve I appreciate the offer but you need to be here for—,”

“Sweetheart, if I leave it makes more sense, if an actor isn’t there they have to pause, they’ll go on without you.” Steve plants the seed in your mind. 

You contemplate, then call Yelena. 

“Hey where are you?” She questions, standing near the window. 

“In the parking lot, listen the nurse has to leave so I need to get home do you think they would you know hold off?” You wince when she clicks her tongue. 

“Why is Steve with you? Actually don’t answer, I’m going to go home on your account. Your mom loves me and your dad can’t say shit to me.” She nods knowing it would work. 

“Are you sure?” You wonder again, Steve’s expression carries worry and you give him a reassuring smile. 

“Positive, come back up I’ll get the keys from you, her medicine schedule is on the counter right?” 

“Yeah, thank you so much Yelena.” You grin. 

“Anytime.”

The call disconnects and you recount everything to Steve and he seems genuinely relieved. 

“That is good now you can stay.” He smiles offering his arm to guide you back. You hesitate so he drops his arm. 

“I’ll settle for walking side by side.” He chuckles. 

“Really, you aren’t going to make scathing comments?” You deadpan. 

“I’m hurt.” He clutches his chest then grins. Reaching up to cup your chin then he tilts your head and picks at a small leaf stuck on your head.  

Bucky looks up when the clearance from Sam comes in the form of a text, to find Steve cupping your cheek. His left palm forms a fist.

“Oh come on, Bucky, she’s still going to be your shiny toy.” Dolores giggles, he shoots her a glare.

Steve and you make your way inside, Bucky’s mind whirls as he walks reluctantly in step with Dolores.

They reach the elevators just as you and Steve enter them. 

“Hi Stevie.” Dolores gleams, “Hey Y/N.” 

You have to do a double take, “Hey Dolores.” 

She leans into Bucky’s side you shift, to the side taking support of the wall, eyes downcast.

Bucky’s eyes are on you, then he looks to Steve who smirks and raises a brow in question. Needing to rile Bucky up.

The doors open none of you make a move to exit. The air feels different.

“Come on Bucky—,” “You go on I dropped my wallet.” Bucky tells her and Dolores huffs before moving out.

Your phone begins to ring again and you send a text that you will call back in two minutes.

“I have to take call so I’m heading down again.” You look at Steve he nods, brushing his hand over your arm before leaving.

The doors close again, Bucky turns to face you, “You and Steve?” 

“You and Dolores?” You look up at him, locking your eyes with his, Bucky’s jaw tightens.

“Y/N.”

“James.”

Bucky bites his tongue.

“Please don’t, not with him.” Bucky closes his eyes, then meets your gaze.

“Why do you even care, James? You clearly held back because of Dolores.” You don’t want him to think there is anything between Steve and you, but you can’t fathom his behaviour either.

He takes the two steps to you, your back pressed up against the cold metal of the elevator, Bucky in front of you, his hand on either side of you on the railing. Your hands on his biceps. 

“James…” You breathe, his cologne engulfing you. You close your eyes. You feel his forehead against yours, his own eyes closed.

Bucky can feel your heart hammering, he needs to tell you but he knows eyes and ears are present. Even in the damn elevator.

“Fuck.” He mutters, then moves away to the opposite end. He knows what you will presume. He hates himself for doing this to you. You don’t deserve it, you don’t deserve the heartbreak that follows him. 

The elevator dings, your eyes open, you bite the inside of your cheek.

“You can’t do things like that anymore.” You warn him, he moves toward you yet again. Defiance in his demeanour. 

“I know.” He says, hand reaching out towards your own.

“James.” You say in warning again.

“Feather.” His fingers trace the outer border of your right index finger that harbours the white inked tattoo of a quill.

“I know it’s a quill.” He explains, 

“I know I should keep my distance from you, Feather. You, you deserve much better.”

You swallow, the nickname a raft in the midst of the blue storm.

“Go.” He says, you don’t move,

“Please.” His voice breaks for some reason, your brows furrow.

“James what happened—,” you reach towards his hand. 

“Go, Y/N.” He moves away holding the door open button down.

You step out, before you can turn the doors close and the nurse calls you yet again.

Bucky rests his head against the floor panel. Trying to compose himself. 

HEADLINES:

Rekindled Romance Dolores and Bucky Spotted Out At Romantic Dinner Date In The City.

Uh Oh Dolores Yells at Fans While Bucky Agrees To Pose For Pictures. 

Dolores Shares Snap In The Same Hoodie Fans Love On Bucky Barnes.

Steve Rogers Spotted Outside Y/N Y/L/N’s Home Multiple Times.

Starlet Ace Visits Y/N Y/L/N’s Home Along With Yelena Belova, Spotted By A Neighbour!

Natasha Romanoff and Y/N Y/L/N Meet For Private Lunch At Posh Restaurant In Manhattan.

Shooting To Commence Next Month For ITIMYIMDO, Director Natasha Romanoff Is Excited and Eager To Work With Talented Cast and Crew.

Two Weeks After Almost Losing All Her Contracts Dolores Secures Brand Deal With LVMH And Cover Of Vogue!

Tensions Rise At Hydrangeas Publications As Deal With SHEILD Productions comes to an Impasse, all author works are put on hold for Acquiring/Publication/Selling Media Rights.

Y/N Y/L/N’s first Three Chapters Of New Book Leaked Onto The Internet Amid Publication House Tensions, Fans Divided If They Should Or Should Not Read The Chapters.

A.N.: should i hide? *hides behind chair* do i get brownie points for the nickname moment? *hides further under a blanket*

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Ce n'est pas - Oscar’s Night

Part 2

💚✨🖤 part 1 is easily found on my blog ya’ll, could not attach here

🖤‼️🔅 ———————-

Jack’s walk to you felt like slow motion. You could see his hands coming for a hug and you felt your body immediately refraining.

“Where have you been?” You asked sarcastically. He stopped halfway.

“My flight got delayed from Rio to Miami. Then Miami to LA was a nightmare. The weather was terrible.” He said this excuse and you walked even further away from him.

“Yeah, yeah. Right. Anyways, see you around” you said making your way out of the room. Jack couldn’t understand how you could be so cold with him when he was telling the truth. But it wasn’t the first time he missed something important to you and gave one terrible excuse.

“No, please, really. I made my way here just to see you win, why are you treating me like that?” He asked. The people around kind of disappeared. If they were physically there you don’t know, you didn’t care.

“Thank you for your Swiss precision with time” you scoffed sarcastically. He took a deep breath. “Boy… look” you started “I have made my way to everything you did. MTV VMAs? Bang, I flew to LA from Toronto to see you. All Stars game? Wow, how much does it cost from London to LA again? I paid that. And Donda 2 night? All black, meeting Ye, NY-Miami in the middle of New York Fashion Week, bang I was fucking there.” You let it all out pointing fingers to his face all the time. Your Oscar’s statue, that you wanted so much, was a side actor right there.

Jack looked at you with a mix of anger and sadness. Did you say everything to his face like that? Like you really didn’t want to go, you were behaving like all you did was nothing you wanted to.

“So you wanted to be with me or nah? Cause you’re throwing all that on my face for nothing” Jack expressed his hurt.

“Do you want to be with me? ‘Cause ‘Promises to compromise’ premiere you weren’t there, SAG Awards you weren’t there either, what else? Oh, my night. The Oscars. I’ve been talking to you about it for months, you didn’t even send me a message. Angus did, even Takeoff, that I met on fucking Donda 2 night, wished me good luck!” You threw the words again, this time running around the room.

“Angus… as in Angus Cloud? Ya’ll been too together for my liking, Ion like that. And Takeoff? How long have you been talking? On my back? You didn’t even tell me you exchanged numbers.” Jack said in disbelief.

“Jack, I’m working with Angus, he’s on my next project. And Takeoff was just a nice guy to me!”

“Behind my back? You never said you were talking!” He yelled.

“Tone the fuck down! We’re not talking, he just DMed me and that’s it. And why do you care?”

“Cause I’m your fucking boyfriend?”

“Then act like one.” You replied opening your arms. This moment, your manager entered the room calling you back to your seat in the audience. You nodded but before leaving, Jack came with the most ludicrous question ever.

“Are they fucking you too?” He mouthed. You looked back in disbelief. You wanted to cry but it was your night, one you fought to be at, you were wearing your dream dress, living what you dreamed of your whole life.

“Fuck you!” You said with a low voice, holding back the tears.

Jack sat back on the couch and finally breathed. He knew he fucked up - he started to remember how tired you were on Donda 2 night, but you resisted the tiredness, drank some cans of Red Bull and stayed up all night. He remembered you on All Stars game when you even played basketball with him. But the night of SAG Awards he didn’t go. He also missed your movie premiere because of ‘studio night. Flow’s insane today, can’t really go, I’m sorry’ he remembered the message. Was he being a bad boyfriend?

He opened his twitter account to tweet an emoji because it was a way to let frustration out and the first thing on his timeline was a hugely liked and retweed tweet from Angus Cloud with you and him all giggly on movie set with the “My boss bestie just won an Oscar. First of many. She’s the one”. On the pictures he was sitting on your lap on director’s chair with you wrapping your hands around him. The other picture had you two too close in face eyeing a camera. Jack felt anger building up. Well, if doesn’t stand for his girl someone else will right?

That was the beginning of his nightmare night. Could he apologize properly to you or lose you?

—— part 3 will come soon

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You’re next

pairing: co-worker!xiaojun x female!reader (feat the rest of the lets play ball unit as other co-workers)

summary: You go to the middle of nowhere for a team building of a company you joined only a few weeks ago, but can there be other games involved?

for the Game of Survival collab by @neo-shitty​​ and the What Makes Us Sinners collab by @junjungsunwoo​

word count: 5,132

warnings: strong language, suggestive but no actual description of anything, death, blood, descriptive murders, mentions of Squid Game, inspired by the movie “You’re next”

a/n: ok so here it is, my first time trying this genre, I had a lot of fun writing it and it ended up turning out bigger than I thought but I hope it’s not too bad and all these years of watching horror movies paid off 😅 hope ya’ll enjoy it! ❤

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

Nervousness runs through your veins as you approach the door. You just hope you got the wrong place, who would plan a team building event in a house in the middle of nowhere, so outside of town? But recognising the familiar vehicles on the drive way you must be right.

Taking a last glance at yourself on your phone you take a deep breath before lifting your hand to ring the doorbell. You hear steps inside approaching the door until it opens.

“You came!” You’re greeted by the adorable Shotaro that engulfs you in a hug. “Come on in, everybody’s in the living room. Well, not everybody, we’re still missing Yangyang, but he should be arriving soon.”

“Thanks.” With a small smile you let him take your coat and follow him to meet the rest of the guys.

Breathing in and out slowly, you try to calm yourself down. You’ve joined the company just a few weeks ago and you’re still not very familiar with your team so you spent way too much time debating on wether to come or not. ‘Please come, it will be good to get to know the guys better!’, you remember Jungwoo saying and honestly it was just a few hours before you’re back in the comfort of your bed, and you’d make points with the others, even if it was way too intimidating to be the only woman in the team.

“Guys, Y/N is here!” Shotaro announces you and everybody warmly welcomes you.

“You can sit over here.” Xiaojun scoots over on the couch giving you some space next to him.

The air between you two is intense, since you joined the company he was the one that has been guiding you and you could feel the sexual tension from miles away. He’s an incredible attractive man, not that the others aren’t, but there’s something about him. And you could tell he wanted to jump on your pants just as must as you wanted him to, you just hope the others don’t notice.

“Yangyang just texted me, he’s late so he said we could start without him.” Doyoung announces and everybody agrees.

You start playing all sort of team games set to “bond and build team spirit encouraging the communication” or whatever bullshit taken straight out of one of the most cliché books on the subject. But at least you get to share some laughs and find out more about the guys and you honestly feel like you’re growing a little tiny bit close to them.

And then there’s this one game. In pairs you have to draw randomly assigned shapes on a piece of paper over the other person’s back and they try to guess what it is. And who did you get paired with? None other than your office crush.

Xiaojun sits down first and you try your best to stop your hands from shaking as you hold the paper over his back. The thin layer of his perfectly fitted dress shirt allows you to feel every single muscle and you gulp, mind already imagining the piece of clothing gone.

Like a mind reader, he guesses every single shape you trace placing you two right in front of the race. When it’s time to switch you’re nervous you might not be as good and end up lowering your score but his touch, apart from leaving your heart beating faster, goes straight into your brain and it’s like you can see the paper on your back. With a flawless score you win the activity leaving the others cheering yet jealous.

“How can you not get it right? These were basic shapes!” Doyoung slaps the back of Haechan’s head.

“It’s all your fault, you’re the one who doesn’t know how to draw!” Haechan bickers back.

“Sorry Mark, I tried my best…” Shotaro lowers his head.

“It’s ok, it’s just a game.” Mark rubs his back giving the other an encouraging smile.

“But wait, I think there’s a tie.” Jungwoo points out and everybody looks at the score chart where it seems like the other two teams are in fact tied.

“I demand a new round!” Haechan quickly gets up with his hand in the air.

“I think we should swap partners though.” Doyoung rolls his eyes.

“That’s not fair, guys.” Jungwoo calms the atmosphere in the room. “We’ll do another round, each pair chooses which one will draw. And I guess Y/N and Xiaojun can sit this one out, it’s a clear win for you. Everybody agrees?”

Looking around the room you see everybody nodding and after deciding the roles they all get ready to re-start.

“I’m gonna get some more snacks.” You get up and head to the kitchen as Jungwoo initiates the round.

-

While you’re opening some packs of snacks placing them in bowls you feel another presence in the room, right behind you.

“Need help?” The whispering voice against your ear makes you yelp, a few chips falling to the ground.

“Xiaojun, you scared me.” You place a hand on your chest trying to calm your racing heart.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” With a smirk on his lips he helps you clean the mess. “I didn’t know you were that good at these games.”

“I didn’t know you could draw.” You grin turning your head to him.

“What can I see, there’s a lot of things about me you don’t know about.” He steps closer but you don’t move.

“I guess there are, I mean, we haven’t known each other for that long.” Biting your lip, your eyes never leave his.

“True,” he steps even closer, trapping you against the counter, “but we sure do make a great pair.”

“I’ll have to agree to that.” Your gaze drops to his lips as his tongue swipes across them before he closes the distance between you.

The kiss is hungry and desperate like both of you have been waiting for this moment since you walked into the office on your first day and you laid eyes on each other. Hands start roaming over the clothes as the your lips move more intensely and you get lifted to sit on the counter.

But suddenly there’s a noise, like glass breaking.

“Did you hear that?” You push him slightly.

“I’m sure it was nothing.”

Xiaojun pulls you back to his lips and you try to ignore the noise and succumb into your desires but then you hear screams.

“Something’s happening, we need go check it out!” You push him further and get your feet on the floor, running back into the living room where the noises came from.

Cursing under his breath, Xiaojun follows you.

-

“Get down!” You hear someone yell as you get to the door and instantly follow through.

Looking around you can see the windows are broken and there are pieces of glass all over the floor. All your co-workers are hiding behind furniture, except one.

“What’s happening?” You ask Mark which was the closest one to you.

“I d-don’t know, we were j-just doing the game and s-suddenly arrows started coming through the w-window…” Mark stutters clearly terrified with the situation.

“Arrows?” You scrunch your eyebrows. “What the hell is going on? And why is Jungwoo just laying there?”

“Shit!” Mark curses as you all take a closer look noticing an arrow pierced straight across Jungwoo’s chest.

“Jungwoo!” Doyoung crawls to him trying to wake him up but it was too late.

“What the fuck?!” Mark joins the lifeless body unsure on what to do.

And then you see Shotaro sitting next to where Mark was, hands on his head, torso moving back and forward as he whisper “no” over and over again.

“It’s gonna be ok.” Crawling to him you grab your arms around Shotaro’s frame trying to calm him down. “Where’s Haechan?”

At the sound of his name, Haechan groans from a hidden corner. Mark hurries to him only to see an arrow pierced through his thigh.

“He’s hurt!” He shouts in panic.

“Keep your voice down!” Doyoung warns him. “They might still be out there.”

“Who the hell is doing this?” Mark tries to pull the arrow from Haechan’s leg but the younger just groans more.

“Why are they doing this to us?” Shotaro’s voice is small as he looks at you with watering eyes.

“I don’t know…” You bite your lip trying not to cry too. “Does anyone have their cellphones? We need to call the police!”

“No service.” Xiaojun speaks for the first time since you two got to the living room, after checking his and placing it back on his pocket. “ But I think there’s a phone in the hall. I’ll give it a try.”

“Did you see anyone outside?” You ask still trying to understand what’s happening.

“It’s dark already and there are no lights outside.” Doyoung explains still trying to figure out how to help Haechan.

“How’s idea was it to come to the middle of nowhere anyway?” Mark sounds desperate.

“I think it was-” Doyoung recalls but gets interrupted when Xiaojun comes back.

“Phone’s off, whoever’s doing this probably cut the line.”

“Fuck!” Haechan screams and Shotaro’s cries become louder.

“It’s gonna be ok.” You hold him tighter. “I’m taking him to one of the rooms until we figure this out.”

Wrapping one of Shotaro’s arms around your shoulders you carry him to an empty room and help him lay in bed.

“We’re getting out of this.” You hold his hand. “We’re going to find a way to call the police and they’ll come to rescue us in no time.”

“Promise?” His pleading eyes begging you to be right.

“Promise.” Without certainty you just hope you’re not lying. “I’m going back to see what we can do.”

“No!” He squeezes your hand tighter. “Don’t leave me alone, please!”

“It’s ok Shotaro, I’ll be right back. Lock the door behind me so nobody comes in and only open if it’s one of us.” Nodding reluctantly he lets you go.

Once you’re gone, he starts to get up, grabbing the key on the night stand, when he notices a silhouette behind the door. He squints his eyes trying to understand what it is but before he can say anything he feels the cold of a blade swiping across his throat. Blood squirts all over the room, his hands not enough to stagnate the bleeding and his voice is gone right before his life.

-

Back in the living room Mark’s nerves kept getting the best out of him.

“Fuck!” He shouts. “What are we going to do?!”

“Calm down!” Doyoung yells back, hands holding his cardigan around Haechan’s wound, the boy still groaning at the pain. “We just need to find things to defend ourselves and maybe wait until the morning to go seek for help.”

“Wait until the morning?” Mark snorts. “Fuck this, I’m gonna get the police myself.”

“Mark wait!” Doyoung calls but the boy is already grabbing his car keys and walking out the door.

“Where’s he going?” You ask having just arrived to the living room.

-

Outside Mark runs carefully to where all the vehicles are parked, looking for his until he notices a particular one.

“Is that Yangyang’s car?” He tilts he head walking closer but suddenly his eyes widen. “Wait, is he doing this shit?”

Upon closer look he notices there are some words written on the window in red.

“You’re next.” He reads. “What the hell does that mean?”

Mark reaches for the door, opening it surprised it was unlocked, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw inside.

“Yangyang!?” His hands start shaking as he reaches for him, removing the jacket that was draped over the man’s torso. “Fuck!”

With a hand on his mouth he steps back from the vehicle after seeing Yangyang’s chest and stomach slashed, guts going past the skin. He keeps walking backwards, in shock with what he saw until he feels a hand on his shoulder. But instead of looking back he looks down to his stomach where the bloody blade of a sword shines against the moonlight.

The weapon slides back from where it came from and he falls on his knees, blood bursting through his mouth. The attacker’s foot pushes him all the way to the ground making Mark turn around to face him.

“Is this a joke!?” Mark’s last words before the sword pierces through his chest as the attacker finishes the job.

-

“We can’t just sit around and wait, we have to do something.” You mutter.

“Should we check on Mark?” Xiaojun questions. “It’s been a while since he went outside and we haven’t heard any car.”

“I think it’s too risky.” Doyoung comments. “If something happened to him we might be next.”

“We should find some weapons.” You look around the living room searching for things you can use.

“You’re right, maybe we should go into the kitchen and gets some knifes and other sharp objects.” Doyoung suggests.

“Yeah that makes sense.” You already make your way to the kitchen before you hear Haechan groan yet again.

“I can’t, I can’t!” He tells Doyoung who tries to help him up.

“Alright, you just wait here and we’ll be right back.” He puts him back down.

“But don’t leave me here alone!, I don’t want to die, please!” Haechan whines.

“I can stay here with him and you two can go get some weapons.” Xiaojun offers, already walking to the wounded boy.

“Let’s go then.” You tell Doyoung and you both leave the room.

Instantly you start checking every drawer and cabinets placing everything you can use over the counter. You can’t believe just moments ago there was a high chance you were going to get lucky right here and now you’re trying to find a way not to get killed.

“Was that door open when you came here earlier?” Doyoung asks noticing the exit to the backyard of the house was only partially closed.

“I don’t know… ” You tilt your head as you walk to it but stop when you see red marks on the floor. “Is this b-blood?”

“Damn it.” Doyoung follows the trail into the kitchen storage and carefully place his shaking hand on the knob slowly twisting it open.

You both scream when Mark’s lifeless body hits the floor, more and more blood spreading around the tile floor. In the wall behind where he was, the words “You’re next” are dripping in blood.

-

“What was that?” Haechan’s eyes widen and the muffled screaming sounds.

“I’ll go check it out.” Xiaojun starts to get up but Haechan grabs onto his arm.

“No, no, no! Don’t leave me here by myself!”

“What if they need help?” Xiaojun explains. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh man, why do I have to go along with every work activity?” Haechan keeps whining as he holds onto to his leg being left alone in the living room.

-

“Is he d-dead?” Doyoung stutters and you finally see a trace of fragility when he has been the most rationally and put together so far.

“I think so…” You state the obvious before turning around. “We need to go back- Doyoung watch out!”

Pulling him to you, the sharp weapon on the attacker’s hand that was sneaking behind Doyoung barely misses his arm. As you two try to avoid getting hurt by the sword that swings in your direction, Doyoung ends up slipping on Marks blood when you’re able to go around the counter heading towards the door. The boy sees his life flash before his eyes having become an easy target for the masked killer.

The sword lifts into the air and Doyoung closes his eyes but then nothing happens. He re-opens them and sees the attacker’s body falling right by his side, butchers knife stuck on his skull.

“Shit…” You pant having saved Doyoung but killed someone else instead.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” He quickly gets up and away from the killer.

“No worries.” You take a deep breath, calming your heart that’s filled with adrenaline. “What’s up with the Squid Game masks though?”

“I don’t know, but let’s find out who’d behind it.”

Doyoung scrunches down and reaches for the black mask with the square shape, removing it to reveal the attacker’s identity.

“Jaemin?” He gasps.

“You know that guy?” You ask in confusion.

“Yeah, he was in the team before you joined.” Doyoung stands back up still shocked with the reveal. “He and this other guy, Jeno, were apparently doing some shady work and ended up getting caught transferring company funds into this bank account they had under a false name.”

“Is this revenge then?” You wonder.

“Mostly likely, after all, it was me that exposed the case to management… But they didn’t know, they just knew it was someone on the team.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “I knew they were crazy, I just never knew they’d do something like this.”

“We need to tell the others. That Jeno guy is probably here somewhere too.” You suggest handing him the biggest knife on the counter. “Take that and go get Shotaro, he’s in the room next to the stairs. I’ll take what I can and go to the living room.”

“Ok.” He grabs the weapon and looks back when he reaches the door. “Be careful.”

“You too.”

-

“Get away from me!” You yelp startled by Haechan’s scream almost dropping everything on the floor.

“It’s just me.” Walking to him you start laying out what you brought on the floor.

“What took you so long?” He sighs in relief. “And what were those screams a while ago?”

“It’s Mark. He’s…” You can’t even say the others.

“No!” He cries.

“Haechan, where’s Xiaojun?” You suddenly remember. “Wasn’t he supposed to be here with you?”

“He went looking for you after you screamed, didn’t you see him?” He explains but you just shake your head. “Where’s Doyoung though?”

-

“Shotaro?” Doyoung knocks on the door where he believes he will find him but there’s no answer.

Reaching for the knob he opens the door only to see Shotaro sprawled over the bed in a pool of blood and the words “You’re next” written on the wall.

“Damn it, not you too…” Running his hands through his hair, Doyoung can’t help but feel like this is all his fault, if only he had kept his mouth shut.

-

“Doyoung!” You finally see him back in the living room but he comes alone. “Where’s Shotaro?”

“He…” His voice trembles and you can tell he no longer has strength in him to act strong. “He’s dead.”

“No!” Haechan groans both in pain from is leg and one more of his friends gone.

You remain silent, guilt taken over you. If only you hadn’t taken Shotaro to a different room and left him alone, maybe you’d have been able to save him, maybe he’s still be here with you, alive.

“Where’s Xiaojun?” Doyoung asks. “Don’t tell me he…”

“No!” You suddenly say. “Well, I hope not. Apparently he went looking for us but I didn’t see him, did you?”

“No. Should we look for him?” He suggest.

“Oh come guys don’t leave me here alone again!” Haechan whines.

“Here,” you pass him a couple of sharp knives you brought from the kitchen, “use this if someone comes in. But please don’t attack us.”

“Just…” He sighs. “Hurry back, please.”

“We will.” You promise and take two of the knives handing it to Doyoung, “Take one too.”

“Thanks. I’ll check upstairs and you search down here, ok?” He instructs and you nod. “If anything happens just scream and I’ll come running.”

“Same.” You two take a deep breath before silently going on your ways.

-

On the upper floor Doyoung glances inside every room, knife held high ready to stab anyone that crosses his path. Well everyone except the person he’s looking for. Suddenly he passes by an half open door and sees someone inside.

“Xiaojun?” He whispers grabbing the attention of the man inside.

“Oh, Doyoung.” He turns around with widen eyes. “What are you doing here? I thought you were with Y/N.”

“I was but then you disappeared so we came looking for you.“ He explains. ”Why do you have that?”

“This?” Xiaojun looks down at the black mask with a white circle. “I found this here.”

“That’s what they’re wearing, maybe they’ve been here.” Doyoung wonders.

“Who?”

“The killers. Me and Y/N ran into one in the kitchen, he came at me and she…” He gulps, hard for him to recall the situation. “She saved my life.”

“She killed him?” Xiaojun’s surprised you’d actually be capable of doing it.

“Yeah…” Doyoung sighs. “But you’ll never guess who it is. Jaemin. And we think Jeno might be on it too.”

“Our ex co-workers? The ones you got fired?” Xiaojun recalls.

“How’d you know?” Doyoung’s eyes go wide.

“You just told me.”  With a smirk Xiaojun continues. “Hey Doyoung, do you mind taking a step to your right?”

“Sure, but why?” He asks while moving to the side.

Xiaojun’s grin is the last thing Doyoung sees before feeling blood running down his face when an axe punctures through his skull. His body falls on the floor, face down, like a rug doll. The killer with a black mask and a white triangle steps his foot on Doyoung’s head as he removes the bloody weapon.

“So it was really him, huh?” Jeno says lifting up his mask. “Fucking dick, I knew it.”

“And now we know for sure.” Xiaojun adds. “Good thing I wasn’t caught as well.”

“Yeah lucky you.” Jeno rolls his eyes. “But now we got something more important to discuss.”

“What?” Xiaojun steps back as the other gets closer, tightening his grip around the axe.

“You said she’d cause no trouble, just an innocent girl. And now Jaemin’s dead.” Jeno speaks through clenched teeth.

“I had no idea that was going to happen.” Xiaojun shrugs. “Who knew that little bitch had it in her.”

“I know she’s supposed to be your witness to get out of this mess but you know there’s no way she’s coming out of here alive, right?” Jeno scoffs.

“Well, you could’ve at least gave me some time to have fun with her in the kitchen earlier, but you just couldn’t wait to start the Robin Wood feast could you?” Xiaojun roll his eyes. “Can you at least let me try to get some before you do it?”

“Is that all you think about?” Jeno tries hard not to shout. ”She killed my fucking best friend!”

“Jeno.” Xiaojun places his hand on the other’s shoulder with a grin. “Collateral damage. The deal’s still on, and now it’s all for you.”

“Collateral damage!? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking about-” Suddenly there’s a noise coming from the stairs. “That bitch dies now and who knows, maybe you’re next.”

Putting the mask back on his face, Jeno walks out the door searching for you.

“Yeah, no problem, I’ll take care of this.” Xiaojun rolls his eyes staring at the lifeless body on the floor. “You’re welcome!”

-

After searching the ground floor without any success you wonder if you should go up and find Doyoung. Taking the first step it makes a cracking noise that echos all around the silent house so you hesitate to take more. While you’re pondering you hear someone approach the stairs.

“Doyoung?” You ask but when the figure turns the corner you recognise the outfit. “Shit!”

Jeno comes running down the stairs as you head to the kitchen and out the back door. He follows you closely, axe in hand and a mad thirst for your blood. Once outside you have no idea where to go so you just run and run until you find yourself in the woods. You can’t exactly see where you’re going but you know he’s right behind you so you know you just can’t stop running.

But since you can’t see the floor you also don’t see the aerial roots of a tree that you can’t avoid tripping onto and fall on the ground. You try to get up and back away but Jeno quickly hovers you and you can almost see the smile behind the mask. Your hands roam on your side trying to find something to save yourself as he straddles your lap lifting up the axe.

“Good girls should know to stay quiet and not get on big man’s business.” He laughs but then stops as he sees a grin grow on your face. “What’s so funny?”

“You.” Grabbing the rock you found on the floor you swing it against his head with all the strength in you, making his body fall to your side. “Well, big men should know to stay out of good girl’s business.”

-

“Step back!” Haechan screams ready to throw a knife at the person that entered the living room.

“It’s ok, it’s me.” Xiaojun calmly says lifting up his mask.

“You guys need to stop scaring me like this!” Pressing a hand on his chest, Haechan sighs in relief. “Why are you dressed like that? Don’t you know that’s what the attackers are wearing?”

“You know,” Xiaojun shrugs as he walks to the other, “just trying to blend in.”

“Well you should take it off, Y/N and Doyoung might accidentally hurt you.” Haechan advises dropping his weapon. “Where are they by the way.”

“Oh, they’re gone, Haechan.” Xiaojun gets on his knees next to his colleague.

“What!?” Haechan cries. “No, that can’t be true!”

“But it is.” Xiaojun grabs the knife the other was previously holding, running his finger through the blade. “I guess it’s just you and me now. Who do you think is next?”

“Next to what? What are you talking about, Xiaojun?” Haechan doesn’t know what’s happening but his body knows it’s time to be scared.

“Wrong answer, Haechan.” Xiaojun lowers he lips to the other’s ear and whispers. “The right answer is you.”

Haechan gasps as he feels the cold blade slowly and painfully enter his stomach. Xiaojun twists the knife around making sure to destroy his insides and make more and more blood come out of him. Haechan is quick to take his last breath, already weak from his first injury that has been bleeding for hours.

Getting up, Xiaojun gathers some blood on his fingers and starts writing the famous words on the wall: “You’re next”. But then he senses someone in the room. Before turning around he slowly lowers his mask to cover his face.

“Oh it’s you.” He lets out a relieved breath as he recognises the Squid Game outfit with the triangle shape on the mask. “Did you finish her? This one is gone too so there’s no one left and we can just end this.”

The other person stays quiet but Xiaojun is too much inside his plan to even notice, throwing his mask on the floor and continuing his rambling while he finishes the message on the wall.

“So you made me lose my witness but we can still make this work. They’ll just have to believe my story of the ‘bad men that came and killed all my friends so I had to pretend I was dead to save my life’ or whatever.” Xiaojun laughs thinking he’s a genius for this plan. “So it will take me a while to go back into the office, you know, emotional damage and what not. But I’ll say two weeks until they offer me that promotion because, well, there’s literally no one else. Then in no time I’ll be in the management board and get you back in so we can finish what we started.”

“So that’s why you did it?” Xiaojun stops in surprise as he expected to hear Jeno’s voice behind the mask. “All for a fucking promotion?”

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.” He turns around with his bloody hands in the air as he sees the axe Jeno had earlier on your hands. “Just let me explain.”

“You just explained everything, Xiaojun.” You remove your mask to reveal Jeno’s blood all over your face. “I had no idea you could do something like this. And you were in on their money scheme too? I guess a few weeks is definitely not enough to get to know someone. You’re insane.”

“Am I? That was not your opinion earlier when your legs wrapped around my waist, begging me to fuck your brains out.” He smirks. “C’mon baby, with those two idiots out of the picture you can be my new ally. Like I said before, we do make a great pair. In just a year we can be swimming in money on paradise island in the pacific ocean. What do you say?”

“I say fuck you, Xiaojun.” You swing the axe his way but he smoothly avoids it.

You chase him around the living room trying to hit him with the axe until he gets a hold of a bigger knife and starts attacking back. Somehow he’s able to get a hold of your wrists and knocks your weapon off your hand but your don’t give up pushing him onto the floor as you hold his knife away from you.

An intense battle as your bodies rolls on the floor suddenly stops when you hear skin being pierced with a blade. Blood starts coming out of his mouth as he looks down and see you were able to flip the weapon and stab him with it.

Rolling your bodies once more, you straddle his lap, removing the knife from his hands and holding it in the air. You take a deep breath as you watch his bushed face. Only know you notice the sun is rising as the light from outside shines illuminates his bloody features.

“Tell me, Xiaojun, was it worth it?” You ask for his final words. “Betraying all your colleagues for a few bucks?”

“I’d do it all over again.” Xiaojun has the audacity to speak with a smirk that makes the anger boil in your veins.

With a scream you lower the knife straight into his heart, finally ending the nightmare. But before you can celebrate the fact that you managed to survive this crazy night someone bursts through the front door.

“Police! Drop your weapon and step away from the body with hands in the air!”

Before you turn around and claim your innocence, you look down and realise you’re the one wearing the killers clothing with a knife in your hand and you’re pretty sure they saw you kill your colleague, how are they going to believe you?

Fuck.

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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