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fruitmins · 2 months

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Agust Dad—Nine

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party- one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭ genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭ warnings: angst but also not that angsty??, rushed to edit this so WILL have mistakes, self hate talk, poor communication skills

note: wow been a while. in the months i’ve been gone it’s turned into a new year and i’ve just recently turned the age of a legal adult (hooray?). how have you guys been? this chapter hit a lil too personally as someone who cannot communicate and pushes ppl out so i hope y’all like it😭🫰🏾again taglist is: closed.

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You were stupid.

As much as you wanted to gaslight yourself into the thinking that the few days of silence is just what you need to clear your mind and have some space after all of the hectic chaos going around, it wasn’t as peaceful as you hoped. The silence started to turn more uncomfortable, becoming deafening and depressing quickly.

So on the third day, when the ringing of the doorbell broke the silence, somewhere inside the self pity you had been drowning in the last couple of days was grateful.

It’s short lived.

Being the baby mama of a famous Kpop idol billionaire, you knew it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking and looking for you sooner or later. That part you guessed. What was making you nervous was the fact that you didn’t know who was going to come.

Was it a crazy fan who somehow managed to find out where you stayed (which was still in Yoongi’s house, ironically)? Was it a member of BTS themselves? Or worst of all, was it Yoongi.

The thought made you so nervous and sick to your stomach. Out of all the awkward interactions you were avoiding the one with Yoongi the most, though that wasn’t hard to do recently. You had kicked him out and broke your only form of communication aka your phone.

There’s a knock on the door a couple seconds later, not a doorbell, a knock. Then another, and another. There is a sense of urgency to the knocks, like whoever is at the door is afraid to wait any longer before trying to speak to you.

You finally get up from the bed, your legs shaking a little bit from standing. You move slowly towards the door, trying to calm your nerves.

It is too silent outside the door, and you have no idea about the identity of the person standing outside. It can be anyone, and in a way, it's scary but you have half a brain to look through the peephole to prepare yourself for whoever it is.

Your eyes widen and your face pales when you see a familiar face, one you hadn’t really thought about. Harin.

She doesn’t look her best which was unlike her. Usually she’d have on at least a bit of makeup and dress nicely, no matter where she was or where she was going. She was classy, and always had on a caring, bright smile. No matter how much struggle it was being in the spotlight because of Jin or being away from Jin because of his job, she was strong. She was everything you wanted to be, you in an alternate universe where you had met Yoongi under the right circumstances.

But looking at her now, on your doorstep with very noticeable eyebags and a dying look of worry, some guilt hits you, and all you want to do is throw the door open and cry into her arms. You had always kept people and friends at a distance, it felt so different to want to seek out someone’s comfort. Maybe this is what it was like to trust and care heavily about people, you didn’t know. Everything nowadays was new to you.

You slowly open the door with a shaky hand, your heart skipping a beat when her head snaps over to the sound of it finally opening.

“Harin..” her name slips from your mouth in a shaky breathless voice. Harin nods, her entire face filled with compassion and worry. One look at you and she can see that you haven't been doing well at all and you can only imagine the amount of pity she’s feeling.

She looks at you for a moment before speaking softly. "I heard about everything that's been going on, please... let me come inside." Her voice is calm and reassuring, as if trying to be as gentle as possible with you. She was treating you as a time bomb, and as much as you wanted that to anger you, it was impossible to be mad at her.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out, you want to tell her it’s not a good time or something. You want to turn her away, like you do with everyone else in your life, like you did with Yoongi. You want to go back to drowning in your sorrows and depression until eventually you become a rock.

But she looks so emotional, so hurt. And suddenly you don’t have the balls to push her away. For the first time ever, you let someone in. You let someone help you instead of pushing them out.

“Okay.” You say weakly, barely being able to direct your voice to her. You open the door more and move to the side so she can come inside.

Harin nods, her eyes widening as she steps inside before closing the door behind her quietly. She doesn't say anything more, going directly towards you. Without warning, she enfolds you in a warm and gentle hug.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for everything," she whispers passionately, rubbing the top of your back. "I-I'm just so sorry." Her voice is small but filled with emotion.

The sudden hug catches you off guard, and to your own surprise you melt immediately into the warm comforting embrace.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You ask, fighting back a smile as you hug her back tightly.

Harin lets out a sigh. "So, So many things," she whispers. "I'm sorry you're going through this right now, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you enough. I-"

She can't continue, her words choking her up but you are quick to shake your head dismissively anyways. “Stop. If anything I should be sorry. I took the spotlight off of you and Jin’s special accomplishment. I messed up your proposal and I’ll probably just mess up your wedding too so you shouldn’t even invite-“

“Stop,” she’s the one to say it this time, frowning and shaking her head. “You’re absolutely going to be at my wedding. You’re my best friend.” She says passionately, pulling away from the hug to look you in your eyes. “I'm not letting you go through this alone, no matter how hard things get..."

“Thank you, Harin.” You respond in a whisper, your heart fluttering as you pull her back into the hug tightly. Seconds after there’s a small stab of pain in your stomach, causing me to groan and close your eyes and lean onto her for support.

Harin flinches as she feels your sudden

movement towards her, then notices your hand grab onto your stomach. Her heart sinks when she realizes what it means, her eyes flaring with shock and concern.

"Your stomach... does it hurt?" she asks softly, her voice filled with worry for you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah..” you take a step back to ground yourself. “Just been stressed lately.” You mumble, trying but failing to reassure her.

"I know the feeling..." Harin whispers, still looking at your abdomen. “Come sit.” She says, holding your hand and ushering you to sit down.

“Thanks..” you mumble, slowly sitting onto the couch as Harin watches you closely as she helps you settle. "You sure everything with the baby is okay?" she whispers softly, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

“I think.” ‘I hope.’

“I don’t want to go outside, let alone a hospital.” You say with a sigh, looking up at Harin who gives you a sympathetic expression. She nods in understanding, “I know how you feel," she says quietly. "The outside can be so scary at times... especially when there are so many people watching your every move."

You let out a small smile and nod, of course Harin understood. You couldn’t imagine all she had been through when she first started dating Seokjin. It was a relief to have at least one person who knew what you were going through. Her and someone else.

“..How’s Yoongi?” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a tiny bit concerned curious about how he was doing. But you knew a part of you were asking from a place of guilt, some part of you knew you had overreacted the slightest bit. Because it was like you, to push people away when things got too serious.

Harin’s eyes widen in surprise, almost as if she was surprised you even brought him up. She blinks a few times before speaking. "I talked to him earlier today," she whispers softly.

She opens her mouth again, lashing hesitantly before actually saying anything. She looks at you for a few moments, debating on whether or not she should continue. She looks thoughtful for a moment - then lets out an exhausted sigh.

"He's been really worried about you," she states honestly, letting out a short breath. "He was really hurting when you kicked him out... honestly, he's not doing too well right now."

“Really?” You don’t want to admit that the news is sickening, because you still cared about him, despite everything. Harin nods, “Jin says it’s worse than when they first debuted. Overworking himself, not eating, not speaking.”

Your elbows go to your knees as you bury your face in your hands. To say you felt awful was an understatement. “I don’t know what to do, Harin. I just..I felt hurt. He kept something so big from me no matter what the reason.” You shake your head, swallowing nervously.

“What would you have done?”

She winced, thinking about if she was in your shoes. "I... I would have heard him out, before I made my decision," she says softly and you sigh, knowing she was probably right. "I understand that you felt betrayed," she admits. "But it wasn't intentional, he just didn't know how to talk to you..."

She looks at the ground, her voice softening even more. "He didn't know how to handle this... honestly, neither one of you do. But there's still a chance you can work things out if you talk to each other."

You swallow, tears welling up in your eyes as a bunch of emotions cloud your mind. “I don’t know how to do that Harin. How to communicate.”

Her face immediately softened, pulling you into another hug. “Give it as much time as you need for yourself," she continues. "Just don't shut him out... he wants to be there for you... just like I do."

Harin looks at you for a moment then smiles. "You're not alone now, okay?"

Your eyes go to the phone in pieces next to the wall at her words as your mind wanders to similar words.

i’m here now

The first stupid text that started everything. The text that you stupidly didn’t listen to. The stupid text that showed how horrible you were for not communicating when he was.

You were stupid.

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luvrhischier · 10 months

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Hi! Can I request a jamie drysdale fic based on the song wish you were sober by Conan Grey?

wish you were sober // jamie drysdale

pairing: jamie drysdale x reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol/drinking, idk ooc jamie ig

a/n: didn’t know who you wanted to be the drunk one so i assumed you wanted jamie

a/n 2: i didn’t go back and really edit this so excuse any mistakes pls

This party's shit, wish we could dip

Go anywhere but here

Please don't drink more beer

I'ma crawl outta the window now

'Cause I don't like anyone around

Kinda hope you're followin' me out

But this is definitely not my crowd

You used to love this. The parties, the drinking until you made decisions that you would regret in the morning but laugh about later, the meeting a new stranger every night and flirting with no intention of anything real or lasting. But now you hated this. The music was too loud and the people were louder. The heat from bodies cramped together dancing and making out made it hard to breathe.

“It’ll just be us and a couple of the guys.” That’s what Jamie had said and you were fine with that, you were looking forward to it.

Honestly you should’ve known better. You should’ve figured it out when he insisted on taking your car, saying it was more comfortable. Looking back you were mad at yourself for being so naive.

When he pulled up to the house you knew you couldn’t drink even if you wanted to. Someone had to drive home because he wouldn’t be able to, he was never able to be the one who drove home after nights like this. You looked down at the cup in your hand, just water.

You wanted to leave more than anything. You didn’t care where you went you just didn’t want to be at this stupid party. Maybe tonight would be the night that he would want to leave just as much as you did. Maybe he was having a horrible time and wanted to go home and just put on some cheesy movie until you both fell asleep. You needed to find him.

You scanned the crowd from the corner you had decided to stay in, looking for him. You knew exactly where he’d be but a small part of you wanted to believe tonight was different so you still searched everywhere but there. Finally you gave in and looked at where the liquor was. You felt any hope you had of him wanting to leave slip away. There he was, grabbing another beer.

“Jamie, please don’t,” you whispered. “Just put it back down.” You were begging that somehow he would magically hear you.

You knew that you’d never make it over in time to stop him so you were praying that maybe he had just enough sense to stop himself. But he didn’t. Your heart deflated as you watched his lips make contact with the bottle. You had to look away before your heart broke anymore.

You scanned the crowd again. Each new face you looked at was a complete stranger. You needed to leave. You knew none of these people and few that you did know were scattered everywhere, hidden in the sea of people who were all drinking, smoking, and dancing. If you were doing the same you’d probably want to stay. But you weren’t.

Nineteen, but you act twenty-five now

Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow

Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed

Take me where the music ain't too loud

Trade drinks, but you don't even know her

You tried to think back to when this whole cycle started. It was never like this before, so what was the turning point? You didn’t want to admit that getting drafted was the turning point but if you were being honest with yourself, you knew that’s exactly when everything changed, when he changed. You loved that he was getting to live his dreams but hated that the cost of that was losing himself. He was a kid thrown into a world of screaming fans and constant requests for pictures and autographs and he felt like he had to act a certain way in order to make it.

You were at your limit for the night and you had to leave and get as far away from this party as possible. You let out a deep breath, preparing yourself to push through the crowd. It was now or never.

You entered the crowd. You tried to be soft and polite at the beginning. Saying excuse me and waiting for people to move out of your way on their own. A few people stepped aside and let you pass, but most didn’t, they were too caught up in their own little worlds. The nice way wasn’t going to work.

“Get out of my way,” you yelled repeatedly as you forcefully pushed people out of the way, not caring that they were gross and sweaty. You could hear, “Fuck you” or “What the fuck?”, being yelled in a never ending cycle with the occasional, “Bitch,” to spice things up. You couldn’t have cared less about their words or feelings, all you cared about was getting the hell out of there.

When you made it out of the crowd you could finally breathe again. You raised one hand to your chest as the other ran through your hair and sighed. You looked up and there he was. His back was facing towards you and it was almost like he was permanently attached to the bar where the alcohol was set up.

You walked up to him and softly tapped his arm to get his attention. He turned with the biggest smile on his face. He shouted your name in glee.

“There you are!” He exclaimed and pulled you in for a hug. He reeked of alcohol, it was too much for you to handle, you had to pull away. “I missed you.” He pouted when you looked up at him.

“Yeah I missed you too,” you muttered. You watched as he turned to grab something and turned back with a cup in his hand.

“You wanna drink?” He held his hand out and his words were slurring together. You looked at the cup then back to Jamie’s face.

“I can’t drink anything,” you sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because someone has to drive home,” you were trying your hardest not to snap.

“Right, right,” his eyes glanced down at the cup before he quickly downed it. You wanted to scream. He tried to go back to his beer but you grabbed it from him and placed it out of his reached. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that!”

“Can we please go home?” You asked as you stopped him from trying to get another drink.

You wanted to give him an opportunity to show that he was still somewhat himself again. He said nothing but his eyes looked at something behind you. You watched as Jamie stopped a random girl that was walking by.

“Can I have that?” He pointed at her cup. The girl giggled and nodded before handing it over. “Thanks,” Jamie smirked then winked, his drunk confidence taking over.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief as Jamie went to take a sip of the random drink. This was a new all time low. You raised your hand and smacked the cup out of his grip before he could. You watched as the liquid landed on some poor boy just trying to get a beer. You whispered a small apology. You turned to look at Jamie and saw that he was laughing at what just happened.

He wasn’t himself, he was completely and utterly wasted. You were once again going to have to drag him out of a party. You grabbed Jamie’s elbow and pushed past the girl and pushed through the crowd like you did before, much more forcefully this time.

“I don’t want to leave,” you could hear him whine as you made it outside. You finally stopped at the sidewalk.

“I know you don’t but you have to,” you sighed and turned to him. When you looked at him you could see that he was still adamant about staying. “Jamie please,” you whispered, practically on your knees begging. You watched as his eyes scanned your face for awhile.

“Okay,” he finally agreed.

Save me 'til the party is over

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

The alcohol hadn’t completely hit yet so he could still somewhat walk on his own, only needing a little bit of help. When you made it to your car you let out a breath of relief. You went to open the passenger door and watched as he stumbled his way towards you.

“Come on let’s get you buckled up,” you helped him climb his way into the car. You felt like a mother taking care of her child right now and you hated it.

“You’re my best friend, you know that right?” He asked as you got him sat.

It was starting. Most nights Jamie would run off at the beginning of the night, completely abandoning you. It was only afterwards that he finally acknowledged you, and tonight was one of those night.

“Yes, I know. You’re my best friend too,” you smiled, trying to just go along with his drunk rambling.

He hummed, feeling satisfied and happy that he was also your best friend. You grabbed the seatbelt and leaned over to buckle it. You felt his lips kiss your cheek. It was sloppy and wet. The first time this happened you felt butterflies and your body felt like it was on fire. Now it was just another one of his drunken habits.

“That was really sweet,” you said as you checked the seatbelt one last time.

When you pulled away to shut the door you saw that he had a big goofy smile on his face.

All of this would mean something if he was sober, and you wished more than anything that he was.

Trip down the road, walking you home

You kiss me at your door

Jamie spent most of the drive talking, you couldn’t understand him half of the time but it kept him occupied so you just let him continue. When you pulled into the driveway you took a moment to prepare yourself.

This part was always hard. The alcohol had caught up with him. He was a mess who could barely walk on his own. Having to help a drunk, 180lbs, hockey player walk to his room never got easier, even if you’ve done it almost 100 times. For now you wanted to just focus on getting him to the front door. You walked over to unbuckle him.

“Okay I’m gonna need your help, okay? You said as you helped him out. “Put your arm over my shoulder,” you instructed. He nodded his head and dramatically threw his arm over your shoulder. You let out one last breath.

Slowly, and wobbly, you made it to the door. You turned your head up at Jamie. His eyes were lidded and he was softly humming to himself. If you hadn’t seen this a million times before you would be laughing and smiling and finding this adorable.

“Lean against that wall so I can unlock the door.” You place him back against the wall and watched as he slid down. You let out a small groan, before unlocking the door. You pushed it open the turned back to Jamie. “Come on let’s get you back up.” You exasperated.

When he was standing up and leaning against the wall again, you took a moment to collect yourself. You leaned your forehead on his shoulder and felt a tear slip out. You gained your composure before going to look at him again. Jamie took this as an opportunity to quickly give you a kiss. Like the kiss on the cheek earlier, it was sloppy and wet but now it was like you could taste every drink he had drank that night. You pulled away quickly and felt another tear fall. You knew that Jamie wanted to say something but you started to move him before he could.

You kicked the door closed with your foot once you were inside. You looked at the stairs, this was always the difficult part. You readjusted Jamie’s arm and your hold on him. You walked to the stairs and stopped.

“Lean against the railing for me, just a little bit,” you ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” Jamie saluted playfully.

“We’re gonna go one step at a time and we’re gonna do it slowly.”

Pullin' me close, beg me, "Stay over"

But I'm over this roller-coaster

I'ma crawl outta the window now

Getting good at saying, "Gotta bounce"

You kicked open his bedroom door and quickly made it over to his bed. You sat him down and took a moment to regain some strength to keep going. Once you felt okay enough to continue you kneeled down in front of him.

“At least take me to dinner first,” he joked. You just scoffed before taking his shoes off. You walked over to his dresser and grabbed a random pair of sweats and a random shirt.

“Put this on.” You tossed him the clothes. You left before you started to undress.

You walked to the kitchen to get water and some medicine for when he woke up. You leaned against the counter and let out a frustrated sob. Tears you had been trying to hold back started to fall. No, you couldn’t cry yet, you had to make sure he was situated. You splashed some cold water on your face and grabbed the pain medicine and water, grabbing extra for Trevor who obviously wasn’t home yet.

When you returned he was sitting on his bed again. You set down the water and medicine on his nightstand before turning to him

“Stay,” he said softly and he grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand in between his legs. He leaned his head against your stomach and your hands went to run through his hair.

This was the part you hated the most. The part where he asks, sometimes begs, you to stay. The part where it feels like he’s completely sober and himself again. But he wasn’t and you couldn’t stay, you never did, no matter how much you want to.

“I can’t,” you whispered. You gently pulled his head away to look at his face. Knowing that when you saw his face you’d be brought back to reality because his face showed that he was still wasted. You sighed and helped him lay down. You could see he wasn’t happy with your response. “I can come over another night, I have a big test that I have to study for. Not all of us can be professional hockey players,” you forced an excuse and simple joke out of your mouth.

“I think you could make it in the big leagues. You always give Trevor and I a run for our money,” he smiled as he settled into his bed. You smiled softly and watched his eyes close.

You always stayed until he fell asleep just to make sure he was okay. When you heard his breathing even out and soft snores you knew you could go. You walked out and quietly shut the door behind you. When you were halfway down the stairs Trevor walked in. You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms.

“Uber, I promise.” He held his hands up, already knowing what you were about to ask. Satisfied with his words you continued.

“I set out some water and meds for you. They’re on the counter,” you said when you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“You’re literally a saint,” he smiled as he hugged you. You softly laughed before pulling away. When Trevor saw your face up close his smile dropped. “Is he…” He trailed off. You looked back towards his room.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Can you just text me later and tell me how he’s doing?” You walked to the door.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“Goodnight Trevor,” you smiled as you walked out.

Honestly, you always let me down

When you got in your car you just sat there for a moment. This was exhausting, life draining almost. You leaned your head against your steering wheel and finally let out the sobs and tears you had been holding in.

You couldn’t wait to get home. You couldn’t wait to take a warm shower and wash the night off of you. You couldn’t wait to lay down in bed and sleep for an entire day. And as much as you hated it, you couldn’t wait to see him again.

He would be himself the next you saw him and it would feel like everything was okay.

“I’m never drinking that much again!” Is what he’s going to say and stupidly you’re going to hope that this time is he was being honest.

But deep, deep down you knew he wasn’t. You knew he was going to do this again and again because he always did. He always let you down in the end.

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princesskoriandr · 1 year

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Your Starfire Cosplay is coming out so unbelievably good. Like how are you not working in like costumes for movie sets? It’s award worthy! So stunning! And the amount of work that must go into making everything! Wow!

I was wondering if you could give us more thoughts on the whole sibling dynamic between Kory and her siblings because I find that so fascinating! Like on one side you have Kory and everything that can be explored there but you also have Kom who is disabled and her narrative there and then you have Ryand’r who isn’t really explored as much.

what I find interesting about the dynamic of this family is that Ryand'r was so obviously tacked on at the end in an after thought which is like such a real youngest child in a busy/important/high profile family thing lmao

before we jump into it I want to make a few disclaimers:

I am not a mental health professional of any kind, I just have some surface level research behind me on like sibling and parent dynamics

I am not going to be excusing or endorsing some of Komand'r's more violent actions in her adulthood but also please remember that Kom is like a fictional character in a silly comic book

I will be talking both about the in-universe narrative that developed over time and the way it developed out of order in real time

okay let's get into it

their family dynamic honestly isn't super complicated but it is really interesting. the narrative sets Kory and Kom up as the scapegoat vs. the golden child (which is funny bc Kory is...the golden girl. goldie. etc.), Kom is also the black sheep of the family for obvious reasons, and Ryand'r is just lost in the shuffle which, as far as I understand, is pretty common for the third child in this kind of family dynamic.

Kom was set up for failure. a pretty important city, the city of Kysarr, was destroyed by the Citadel. the only source I can find on this is from Who's Who volume 2 (which is misattributed on her wiki as v. 1 #13, when it's v. 2 #13, but I'm banned from editing the wiki so whatever they'll just have to live with the mistake):

[image text: Komand'r was the eldest child of Tamaran's royal family, and the first princess born in almost a century. As such she should have been courted and showered with honors, but Komand'r was instead reviled. On the day of her birth, the dreaded Citadel Empire attacked and destroyed the western Tamaranean city of Kysarr and Killed three thousand citizens in her name. Due to no fault of her own, Komand'r was for all time inextricably linked with Tamaran's day of infamy.]

now, this destruction of Kysarr is not included in her or Kory's backgrounds in any comic, so this is something that's thrown into the continuity in 1991 and never spoken of again because it's in a total throw away comic. BUT that's exactly what makes it so interesting. so, let's go into this with the retcon context that Kom's day of birth was marked with destruction and this, alongside her disability, made her parents consider setting her aside as heir and having another kid (who would have previously been the spare, if Kom hadn't been "sickly" when she was born, as Kory says in The Tales of the New Teen Titans #4).

(as an aside: this profile on Kom also says that Myand'r is like a puppet ruler, which is not quite accurate, so we might also take this added Komand'r seasoning with a pinch of salt)

so, with this added context, we could see maybe why Kom would hold so much resentment toward her younger sister. Kory, being the golden child, is both aware of her parents treatment toward her disabled older sister and misunderstands it.

[The Tales of the New Teen Titans #4]

so, Kory says that "even when [they] were children the differences between [them] were so very apparent" but neglects to say why those differences may have been so apparent. she also says that "those were such happy days for [her]" and that there's one thing she could do that Kom couldn't, which is: fly. Kom can't fly. she has never been able to fly. in the page above, you can see Kory flying with her mother while her father watches and just below that, we can infer that the contrail in the distance behind Kom is either Kory or their mother, Luand'r.

can you see, maybe, why Kom would hate Kory? it's not Kory's fault. their parents literally pit them against each other because they're not good parents. it's clear from this alone that Myand'r and Luand'r are neglectful parents and even if they aren't neglecting Komand'r on purpose they are neglecting her in favor of Kory. so, Kom starts to escalate her abuse toward Kory in a bid for their attention and to ensure that Kory is as miserable as possible. Kom is forcing Kory to atone for the sins of the father (and mother) because in her child mind, Kory is the source of all her problems and if she can eliminate her or, at the very least, make her miserable, Kom can again gain the approval and love of their parents. it's unclear if she ever had this to begin with but she wants it so bad.

and, in turn, Kory wants her sister's love more than anything when they're children. it doesn't matter that Komand'r is abusive and will do whatever she can to make Kory's life hell, Kory wants her sister to be a sister to her. (any of you that have siblings know that sibling relationships are very rarely nice growing up, though, so Kory is striving for something that might not even be possible if Kom was like loved and cherished by their parents)

Raven quite literally asks Kory if their parents favored her over Kom and she kind of hand waves it away with a "well not in the beginning" which is like. such a golden child thing to say. they didn't care for her before she betrayed Tamaran, which is pretty clear from Kory's whole narrative up to this point, and what's the core of the why of the matter? Kom couldn't be their perfect paragon of a Tamaranean princess and she couldn't complete the image of a perfect Tamaranean royal family. which is very obvious if you read all her appearances and then read the second Tamaran arc where Myand'r uses Kory as a bargaining chip. if Komand'r had not been disabled, she would have been that very same bargaining chip, but because she's disabled she is then pushed away, punished for her disability, made into the scapegoat for an entire planet, and eventually begins to buy into that and becomes like a really bad fucking person, right?

it's like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

and then Ryand'r is just like. there.

literally, he's just there. we get this one glimpse of him (which is a hard maybe because this kid is never named) in New Teen Titans v1. #3 and then we don't see him again until 1982 when he is a literal infant:

that's a baby.

we meet full grown Ryand'r in New Teen Titans Annual #1 (love annuals) where it's revealed that he's alive! which is funny because I think most people forgot he even existed considering the last time they saw him he was like. an infant.

he does it in the funniest way possible and just pops out of the jungle after Kory curbstomped their sister. like. okay. you didn't want to, like, help your older sister who you most definitely don't remember because you had not gained sentience yet as you were busy being under a year old when she left the planet to train. I guess I wouldn't get involved either idk.

so, Kory, for some reason, believed Kom when she said Ryand'r KILLED THEIR PARENTS and then is like oh damn you're alive and you didn't kill them? that's cool I guess.

so, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that no one in this family has a real relationship with Ryand'r because Kory 1. believes this absolute lie their very obvious liar of an older sister made up and 2. is also surprised to not only see him alive but to see him as an adult and that just doesn't scream "I care about my younger brother and think about him when we are not together".

(also, ryan's age doesn't quite add up, considering Kory and Kom are the right ages but he's like...an adult...and not a preteen. like. sure. and no do not go "but time passes differently on tamaran" because in-universe it most certainly does not pass any differently because Marv Wolfman, like me, does not care to calculate time differences between planets)

so between Kory being surprised that he's alive and Kom making up whatever she wants about him I think that we could say that there's no real relationship between the siblings. like I said earlier, Ryand'r is just lost in the shuffle and like at the first sight of trouble he peaces out and leaves the planet. he's done this like as much as Kory has peaced out from Earth when she needs a break. this has, I think, impeded his ability to like truly form a relationship with Tamaran and his people because he's just neglected by everyone. there isn't a lot of info on his childhood and from the way we see his parents deal with his sisters, we might be able to come to the conclusion that he was also pretty much left to his own devices.

which is sad but nothing egregious happened to him in childhood. when he was older, he was also experimented on by the Psions and gained like the ability to burn people and things with his hands in a different way than Kom and Kory can (starbolts vs. thermal emissions) and that's like hugely traumatic and kind of binds him to his siblings in that way. is that every explored, though? no, it's not.

in Ryand'r's appearances that take place in the 90s and early 2000s (which is the last time he appears for a really long time), every time he appears it's to call Kory for help. one of these times he also asks her to help him commit genocide. so. just let that sink in. he's mostly just a plot device in later years and outside of his scant character development in the original Omega Men run he just doesn't to be an interesting character with a place in the dynamic of his family.

#can y'all tell my family has a weird dynamic or what #i've been click clacking away for like two hours on this i love it #starfire #blackfire #koriand'r #komand'r #kom and kory's dynamic is also interesting in the n52 but it's not nearly as fleshed out #so there just isn't much to talk about #i can talk more later. but i am tired now lol #thank u for the compliments and the question <3

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 69- GAYO Daechukje & GAYO Daejejun

Chapter Summary: JenKook shippers finally catch Jungkook staring at Jennie when they film Season's Greetings. Jen takes fans to church with her improved vocals and Aliee inspired high note during a secret collab with some of her fellow 97 Liners. (Jungkook fluff!)

Words: 7,000+

Author's Note: Ironically, the V, Jimin and Jungkook hide and seek video at the end of this chapter was the reason I wanted to make this story years ago back in 2016. I asked myself what if a girl was with them? And funny enough, I switched it up and let this be where the most crucial moment happens in the story. I like how things came full circle. And I don't regret taking a break from writing and editing every single chapter so far, deleting and adding things. I like how things have come about. Stay tuned :) Thank you for sticking with me to this point.

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After opening presents, Jennie decided to check out BTS’ Seasons Greetings which they filmed. She enjoyed filming for it and loved the photoshoots and her outfits.

They had filmed in Yangpyeong to shoot this year’s Season’s Greetings. After Jimin had done his shoot first, Jennie was dressed as Princess Tiana in her yellow waitress outfit. While she watched herself posing on the screen, she felt so giddy. She loved being Tiana and chuckled when she watched the Maknae Line trying to distract her with funny faces.

“She is too cute.” Hobi took some photos of her

After posing around, she then changed into Tiana's green dress.

“I feel like a princess.” she twirled around.

The photos of her being Tiana went viral and even got to Black Twitter and the Cosplay community which gave her even more exposure and followers on Instagram. It touched her to see her photos as Tiana be received so positively.

“Ah, Jennie, she looks so pretty.” Jimin smiled

Sitting on the couch, Jennie read, “A quick interview...”

‘Any regrets for the year 2015?’

“Hm...nah, not really. Whatever mistakes I’ve made, I learned from them and moved on. No regrets for 2015.”

‘What is your goal for next year?’

“I want to rap. I’ve been learning thanks to Suga but I’m not sure if I’m ready to showcase it yet. That’s a goal for 2016, that I would love to do. And also to be more charismatic on stage, getting the crowd moving. I want to be a great performer and be able to have the ability to stand on the stage and the crowd gets hyped with just looking at me. And another goal is to continue to improve my vocals.”

‘2015 was a tough year. Say a word to yourself.’

“You’re improving every day. Keep going.”

‘What will you be like in 10 years?’

“Hm...2025...I'd like to be married by that time. I also just want to be happy and make sure I’m enjoying life while still being successful with Bangtan."

After the interview, Jen watched Yoongi’s photoshoot as Jack Frost. He looked so adorable with his white hair and blue contacts. After he was done, she chilled with him on the couch and he fell asleep with his head on her shoulder. Soon after, she had placed her head on top of his to take a short nap.

Of course, when you nap around the members, they’ll mess with you, so Jungkook, Hobi and Jin were taking funny photos and laughing at how they didn’t get caught.

“Wow, so y’all really took photos of us?” Jen murmured as she continued to watch what was happening on the screen.

When they moved to the next destination, she watched Jungkook laugh while he messed with Jimin’s hair. She thought it was one of the best things she had ever heard and it brought joy to her heart, hearing him so happy.

When she walked past J-Hope, Jimin and Jungkook trying to harmonize, especially with J-Hope’s little high note, Jen commented sarcastically, “That was beautiful.” and the three boys burst out in laughter

Walking into a room, she was joined by two female stylists who shut the door and helped her get changed.

“I’m wearing that?” she pointed to the black lace dress with the open back.

When they had giggled and said yes, Jennie was here for it and became excited. This had to be her favorite outfit by far. After getting her hair and makeup done, she put on the dress and checked herself out in the mirror.

“I love this so much.” she beamed.

When she walked out, Jungkook had been occupied, taking photos for his individual shots. But when his attention turned to the door and he saw her, he had to do a double take. He immediately stopped posing with the red guitar and opened his mouth to stare in awe. He couldn’t even concentrate, anymore. She looked gorgeous.

Just wow...

With Jennie, her back was to him, talking in front of the camera filming her spinning around to show off the short black lace dress.

“You know what? Out of every outfit I have worn, this is my favorite. Like, look at this dress! The stylists hooked me up! I look great! Who am I going home with today?” she joked.

ARMY on Tumblr, who had already made posts and gifs about BTS Seasons Greetings 2016, had finally caught Jungkook. They caught him staring at her in the background while she spoke on camera. He had been sitting down at the time, taking a break from his shoot so the camera crew could check out the photos so far. He was just watching her, longer than usual.

At one point he had to take a walk for a moment to control himself.

Fans had commented:

‘It took forever to find this moment but CAUGHT!’

‘Don’t @ me, he was clearly staring at her ass XD’

‘His face is priceless! What he concentrating so hard for?’

'He better get in line!! We all want her! She fine as hell! I know she can fight but can Jungkook fight? Cause we all want Jennie lmfao'

'SHE IS MOTHER!! MY GAWDDDD! HER BODY IS BODYING!'

'There is just something about this woman right here...'

'MA'AM!'

'Waiiiiiiiiiitttttt!'

'LMFAO did you see his hands twitch like he wanted to grab her!?'

'Jennie is growing too fast! Slow down baby girl omg!'

'It just doesn't make any sense how fine she got over the years!'

'She is so fine for what!?'

'I love her so bad! Nobody is doing it like her. The face card! The BODY!? She is gonna eat every time!'

'I bet you if she saw the way he was staring at her she'd fold. Cause shit I would! He staring HARD!'

'Just give me three and a half minutes, maybe even four!'

‘Ooh, Jennie watch out. My international playboy senses are tingling. I think it’s safe to say that you are clearly wanted by the Golden Maknae.’

‘She said who am I going home with today, I think Jungkook wants to take her home, ahahaha’

‘Haha, that’s probably the biggest behind he has ever seen, and he just doesn’t know what to do XD’

‘Uh oh, somebody collect this boy!’

‘Jungkook, whatcha staring at my boi?’

'Lmfao Jungkook can not handle all that. There is no way'

'Do you know how strong Jungkook is? Yes tf he can handle that! He'd pin her down in a heartbeat!'

'Agreed. He can use his strength on me if she don't want him. I volunteer as tribute!'

'I hope y'all know that Jungkook is not the pure little baby y'all think he is.'

'War of hormone 2.0!'

'I love when she wears bodycon clothes! It hugs her body so nicely! I don't blame him for staring, she looks amazing!'

‘Ayooo he really is staring hard. Kookie, you’ve been caught!’

‘I love how he tried to look away when he finally noticed the camera. You already got busted XD’

‘Guys...I’m actually here for this. If he likes her or something, I hope he shoots his shot very soon’

‘Jungkook, you ain’t slick.’

‘He looks like he about to pounce, hahahah’

‘Jeon Jungkook you have excellent taste. Please risk it all. Our Golden Maknae has become a man.’

‘JenKook shippers rejoice! I am so here for this! Look at how he looks at her! I see love in his eyes, I’m screaming’

‘She is a whole woman! Looking like a snack! I think he got up from his seat to restrain himself, I’m cackling’

‘Is he OK? She got him in a trance, lol’

‘He was so focused on her that he didn’t realize he was also in the shot’

‘This is tea! Haters are pressed! I love it. There is no denying that he’s into her.’

‘Seeing this gives me hope’

‘Pretty sure he enjoyed the view, lol’

‘I hope Jennie sees this on Tumblr, soon. I know she lurks on the BTS tag. Let’s get these notes to a high number. Keep reblogging and liking’

‘My boi is ready!’

‘And she has no idea! That’s the crazy part! Someone look at me like that when I’m not looking.’

‘That’s some...intense staring Jungkook. Care to explain?’

‘Hol’ up, I know this man wasn’t checking out our girl and tried to be slick when he noticed the camera.’

When Jungkook was back taking photos, he kept getting distracted by her.

“Jungkook-ah! Look at the camera. Focus!” the staff called out, amused.

They knew exactly what was going on. They thought it was cute to see him like this.

Turning around, Jennie found herself watching him. The hair, the suit, he looked fine as hell if she was being honest. This time, Jungkook had caught her watching and smiled. She had smiled back and looked away, feeling her cheeks flush.

“Jennie! Where is the rest of your dress?” Jin exclaimed, pointing at the exposed back.

“This is the dress.” she laughed

“Oh, my goodness. Why do you do this to me?” he asked the stylists who giggled at his dramatic complaining.

“Let’s have Jungkook and Jennie together.” The staff requested.

As soon as JenKook heard that they would be taking photos together, their mood was boosted as bright smiles were on their faces. With his red guitar in his hands, Jen had her acoustic guitar and they stood back to back, posing for the camera before doing various other poses. If anything, it truly looked like they were dating based on how close they were and how they would look at each other.

While watching the season’s greetings video, Jennie recalled how handsome Jungkook looked in that suit. They made a great pair for that photoshoot and their chemistry was off the charts.

She continued to watch as the members were involved in a quiz. She remembered failing miserably. But it was hilarious to see J-Hope get the shorthand of the stick. Poor Hobi.

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Seeing all the JenKook posts from Season’s Greetings, an ARMY created a Tumblr post called:

‘Why I ship JenKook, want them to date, think they could be dating right now and support Jungkook liking Jennie’

Yeah! I said it! All you haters are pressed! It’s no denying that Jungkook likes our beautiful black queen and I’m here for it! I’m here to state the facts and make haters more pressed because I’m petty like that. So, let’s get started! Block me if you want idgaf, there is no other ship in Bangtan that is more friggin obvious than JenKook. Not BamJen, not Jennie and Hayoon (JenYoon), not JenMin, not Taennie, no other damn ship with Jennie is more obvious and more real than JenKook. FIGHT ME!

ARMY is back on their investigation habits and this time it involves our beloved Maknaes. The Golden Maknae and our Miss Bangtan. It’s been a few years since Jen arrived and was introduced as a member of the group. Some were skeptical but over time people have grown to love and support her. AS THEY SHOULD and stop getting so damn pressed when someone black is in K-Pop or associated with someone in K-Music.

Now, over time Jungkook’s demeanor has changed when he’s around her. Let’s start with some major points ARMY has caught. And if there are points I missed, which I know I did, add them to the thread.

Number One- Their Rookie King kiss! This was just the cutest thing. Remember their heads were pushed together thanks to the members when they were playing the pepero game as a punishment? I’m sure we all kind of freaked out when Jennie said “Let’s play” when Jungkook felt bad that she was stuck with him in the game. Our babies looked so adorable that day and Jennie also revealed on After School Club that Jungkook was her first kiss. FIRST KISS GUYS! It wasn’t Bam Bam! It wasn’t Jimin! It wasn’t Taehyung! It wasn’t any of your ships! It was Jeon Jungkook! Look at the video for the receipts!

Number Two- Jenkook during the of course game on Rookie King episode 8. This has to be one of the most underrated JenKook moments. I loved them bickering. They seem so competitive but have soft spots for each other. When Jungkook said, “...but you and I both know you can’t stay mad at me forever.” I nearly died because Jennie couldn’t fight that growing smile on her face. Soooo cute. And then when he said, “...you liked our kiss.” I was like ohhhh where did this confidence come from? He even said on After School Club that he wasn’t sorry for being her first kiss and Jen only wished that she was a better kisser so their kiss would’ve been more enjoyable. GUYS! This man is not sorry for kissing her! And this woman said she wanted to be a better kisser for him! Um hello!

Number Three- American Hustle Life, when Jungkook ignores the guys and notices Jennie first at the restaurant. And following that interview, they both talked about their friendship. Did you see how happy they looked talking about each other? “Do you know those friendships where you don’t even remember how you guys became such great friends? To be around someone who you click with so easily and that can make your day, that’s how I feel about my bond with him.” Same Jennie, same. My heart is full!

Number Four- Who can forget their sexy war of hormone dance? This broke the internet! I swear I thought they were dating, their chemistry is off the damn charts. From the music video to performing live, just how he LOOKS at her makes me freak tf out. I know Jungkook was always on cloud nine when he got to dance so close. Your favs will never have that so stay hating on JenKook! They are here to stay!

Number Five- JenKook on Running Man. Look at how protective they are of each other. Have you ever noticed how they always stick together and find their way back to each other? True love! And Jungkook with his offense and Jen with her defense makes them a dangerous duo. They aren’t called the Golden Duo for nothing. It’s wise to be on the same team as them tbh. And remember their famous “I got you.” and "I got you, first." line during their couple episode together? I died of happiness! Best Marvel couple ever!

Number Six- Their adorable dog! Tony! Whenever they’re away on schedule, Tony stays with Jungkook’s parents. But omg the fact that he gave her the dog because he remembers her mentioning she wanted a Jack Russell Terrier is so adorable. They are wonderful parents to the cutie. One happy family. Their photos with Tony are just the best. I love it when they bicker about who Tony loves more, too. I can just imagine Jungkook walking up to Jennie and Tony sleeping on his bed. Hahaha, I bet that is already happening!

Number Seven- When Jen came back to continue filming BTS NOW 2 after she had that scary pineapple allergic reaction, Jungkook RAN, not walked, RAN to hug her and he was the first one to spot her. Come on! The feels! Soulmate goals! It was like he knew she was coming before he spotted her as he turned in the direction of where she was arriving.

Number Eight- The tension escalator! Their height difference is so cute. Do you see how he LOOKS at her!? You can’t deny that he thinks she’s pretty. I really thought he was going to kiss her when he lifted her chin and pressed his forehead down on hers. And Jennie looked so nervous! I truly believe that she was hoping to kiss him.

Number Nine- During ISAC, when Jungkook was whispering strategy in her ear during women’s wrestling. Like I know it was just innocent talking but having him whisper in her ear like that, omg how can she be so calm!? Unless she wasn’t on the inside. And guess who was there for Jungkook at the end of the finish line during the 400m relay? Jennie! And he ran up to her and they fell down hugging! Ahhhhh!

Number Ten- During Jen’s V-Live when she was showing off the smartie factory and Jungkook joined her. Look at how he stares at her! And look at how she smiles at him! How happy she gets when he’s with her! Look at these receipts! Look at these screenshots! Look at these gifs! My ship is here to stay! Screw these other ships! It is nowhere in comparison! Like, his big smile is so cute. And peep how jealous Kook got when Jen read comments of ARMY shipping her and Shawn Mendes. Come on now, he likes her! Or they’re probably dating right now, and we are just seeing the signs! Something is going on ARMY. Someone likes someone!

Number Eleven- THIS at season’s greetings! He was clearly staring at her in that dress! And he was mesmerized by what her momma gave her! As he should! HE GOT CAUGHT staring at her ass at Season’s Greetings! He even got up to walk away to restrain himself! I just know he was trying hard to calm himself down! My boi wants her bad! Look at the screenshots that ARMY took! It’s there, it’s game over, you cannot win this argument. All you haters get so bent outta shape when idols, especially male idols show interest in Jennie and say that she’s pretty or take photos with her. But no matter what haters think, our girl remains unbothered and continues to rise with Bangtan. Deal with it!

The moral of the story is...something is going on and I don’t think they are just friends. I think that they either like each other or are probably secretly dating. ARMY, what do you think? You think Jungkook might shoot his shot? Let’s hope he does.

P.S- Jennie, if you come across this on Tumblr, OMG, I love you, you are amazing and gurl! Get your man!

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Backstage at KBS Gayo Daechukje, Rapmon was absent due to an unfortunate accident during rehearsal. Jen was bummed and worried since he would have to sit out of the performances but he seemed to be doing just fine.

It was also Taehyung’s birthday and the members surprised him with a cake. Jennie had created him a birthday box based on the anime that he has been watching as of late and he giggled uncontrollably, excited about it.

When he opened the letter, it read:

Ahhhh my baby Tae Tae! Happy birthday my boy! Those nights when I was lonely when I first came here, you were there and showed me all around Seoul to get used to my surroundings. If it wasn’t for your kindness, I’m not quite sure where I would’ve been when I first arrived at Big Hit.

You have changed my life for the better when I stepped foot here. Your vocals give me LIFE. Your deep voice is a blessing and your lines for our songs have got to be my favorite no matter how short or long they are.

Your silliness is one of the main things I love about you. You always know when to make me laugh and boost up my mood. Your love for Bangtan is unconditional and I thank you for being there whenever we’re down.

Hey, by the way, have you considered trying out for a K-Drama? Your acting skills are really good. Like, have you seen yourself when we filmed I Need U, RUN and the prologue? I hope you do something with acting because I would love to watch you in action. I’ll be your biggest fan always. Your daily dose of weirdness is always appreciated too. You are quite the character, my friend. And your cute boxy smile makes my heart fill with joy. Keep smiling, I love seeing it.

Also, thanks for always dancing with me at these awards shows. I can always count on you to turn up with me. How about we turn up at the Seoul Music Awards, too? You down? Hahah! You better be! Let’s hope that you can finally get into Cypher soon! I love you very much Tae. I’ll always be your Ennie.

Love,

Ennie <3

Taehyung immediately embraced her and gave her multiple kisses on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Ennie. I love it.”

“I’m glad. Happy birthday, Tae Tae.”

As the show went on, Jennie was already dressed for BTS’ performance and hung out with some of her idol friends. Jungkook, dressed in his outfit for his collab with Zion T, went to find her. He was nervous and she was the first person he thought of that could give him that extra strength to go out there and perform.

He soon found her talking with Bam Bam while GOT7 looked on with heart eyes.

‘Let her decide.’ was what he had talked to Bam Bam about. They had a full discussion about their feelings for her and Jungkook’s competitive nature came by as he told him that he wasn’t going to lose to him. The two held no grudges against each other and would remain good friends no matter what.

As much as Jungkook didn’t want to give up on her, if she did choose Bam Bam, then as long as she was happy, he’d be happy. He would never force her to love him. He could never do that. But something in him had faith that things would work out in his favor. He was going to fight for her until the end.

“Kook! Hey, ready for your collab?” she waved as he greeted them.

“Actually, can you be there with me?” he requested.

“Yeah, of course. I got you.” she turned to Bam Bam who smiled and nodded. “I’ll see you later.” she grabbed onto Jungkook’s arm, walking with him near the stage.

“Ah...I think I’m about to lose this battle.” Bam Bam murmured to Jackson as he watched them walk away.

“What?! Why you think that?” Jackson exclaimed

When JenKook stood by the steps, the stylist tended to him as he talked in front of the Bangtan Bomb camera.

“Thanks for being here with me. I really needed you.” he smiled at Jennie.

“Always.”

“Do I look okay? Ah, I’m so nervous.”

“You look great. Don’t be nervous. Everything is going to go smoothly. Just go out there and do what you do best. I’m proud of you, Kook.”

She looked on ahead as Jungkook’s gaze lingered on her. Moments later, she caught him.

“All right, you look like you really want to tell me something. What is it?” she chuckled. “Like you really want to tell me something important. Like you have something that you really need to say to me, so what is it?”

“Watch me out there, okay?”

“I will.”

“Is my face okay?”

“Jungkook...” she rolled her eyes.

“Ah, why am I ugly?” he checked his face out from the Bangtan Bomb camera.

“Boy, you look fine as hell. Relax.” she blurted out causing him to turn and grin at her.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re not ugly, you’re far from that. So, stop saying that, mkay?” she kissed his forehead since his hair was parted. “I’ll be right here watching. Have fun up there.”

As they heard the last performance before him, Jennie was in awe of ALi’s high note and gave Jungkook a quick hug as he walked up on the stage to perform.

She smiled softly as she watched him sing. He looked so handsome in the sweater and his voice was undeniably gifted. She couldn’t get enough of his voice and his duality was insane.

After the performance was over, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, giving him multiple kisses on the cheek.

“That was amazing!” she beamed.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah! You two were great up there! Come on, you gotta get changed.”

As soon as Ailee was on stage to perform Mind Your Business, Jennie ran backstage until she was able to get a glimpse of the performance. A Bangtan Bomb was filmed of her jamming out and singing along, watching her in admiration. But then she had to rush back and get to her position for BTS’ performance. Jimin had a dance solo for Butterfly and then they performed a jazz remix of Dope and then Run.

For the next night, at MBC Gayo Daejejun, BTS performed I Need U and Run. They were also given the honor of covering Shinhwa’s Perfect Man. Jennie remained in the back, dancing powerfully and on beat with the rest of the guys. A smile came across her lips as she watched Jimin from behind. He put so much effort into this cover, she was proud of him.

He was really going hard and it surprised her as even his voice growled while he sang. She knew he was about to go off when he took his jacket off.

After the performance, she hugged and praised him after the performance which made him feel great about himself as he giggled. When they did their final rehearsal, he kept rambling on how he thought he got wrong but thanks to her words, his doubts went away.

Later, the members were filmed for their Happy New Year greetings.

“ARMY! Let’s hope for another year of happiness and success.” Jen smiled. “Not much longer before 2016 is here and I have great hopes for it. 2015 was a rush. So much has happened but you guys make us who we are. If you can, try some smarties! And I hope to portray a more awesome version of myself this coming year. Listen well and keep watching me, mkay?” she waved.

After filming, Jen tweeted, ‘Er...I’m freaking out about this performance. I hope you enjoy it. I’m really nervous. I hope I don’t disappoint you.’

This got ARMY pondering if she would be doing a collab with someone. Keeping it hidden from the members, Jennie was set to collaborate with her best friend Hayoon, Jimin from JYP who is always hosting After School Club and Jihyo from Twice. They were all 97 Liners and they were given the opportunity to cover Little Mix’s About The Boy and have fun thinking about what they wanted to do for the performance.

Jimin had picked the song since they were offered a choice of which song they wanted to perform. They thought it was a good idea to not do something as popular as Bang Bang by Jesse J, Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande and whatever other popular English songs are out there.

“So, you wanna sing about boys? Who has you in your feelings?” Jennie had joked around with Jimin

They’ve been practicing at Source Music, where GFriend is, to keep away from everyone else. Jennie suggested that the performance should let them show off who they are as performers and have fun. And she also had to step up her game because each one of these ladies has great vocals and she wanted to make sure that she kept up.

They worked very hard for this moment and Jennie was even given the opportunity to DJ for the song. So, she created her own twist to the song to get the crowd moving. While the rest planned to dance in the front on stage, she would be in the back for a while, mixing the song. When they discussed line distribution, they chose her to do the high note which Jen actually wanted because she wanted to take a risk. After spending weeks practicing the song and their choreography, they felt ready.

There were some struggles when practicing but practicing with the girls made Jen get closer to each of them. There were times when she felt overwhelmed and cried because things weren’t going well, but then after a while, things were falling into place and they finally got the performance down. Each of them had helped create the choreography for the dance. They wanted to do a dance break as well to show off their fierce side, their cute side, and their sexy side. And since BTS and GFriend are great with synchronization in dancing, the four girls worked very hard to make sure that they could accomplish that.

This was actually what Jennie wanted to do with Amity. Be creative and do various performances for fun while each member has time to shine, including dance breaks. But at least she could now do it here when she was able to collab with other female idols.

They were ready to show that the 97 Liners were a force to be reckoned with and they were proud to be able to represent the 97 Liners with this performance. They hoped that everyone would enjoy what they had to offer.

Jimin suggested that they wear similar outfits. Jennie wore knee-high boots with jeans, a black mesh crop top and a green bomber jacket that was zipped. The others wore different colored mesh crop tops and bomber jackets such as pink, blue and yellow.

When it was time, the girls held their hands in a circle and went for a group hug. Walking on the stage with the lights dimmed, Jennie placed her purple headphones around her neck while preparing to DJ. The performance would start on her cue.

After hearing the crowd scream and cheer when the group was announced and the lights went on, Jen exhaled. She gave a nod of approval to Jihyo, Hayoon, and Jimin when they glanced back at her.

Let’s hype the crowd and show them not to sleep on them.

“Hey, ladies, I don’t think they ready for this one,” Jen announced and pulled up her sleeves.

Jihyo, Jimin, and Hayoon had started off singing in acapella

Something about

Something about the boy

Something about

Something about the boy

Once the funky music came in, Jen went right to work, getting hype with the girls as they clapped their hands to get the crowd moving.

“Whoop! Hey! Come on!” they had all yelled in excited voices.

Listening to Jimin sing, Jennie nodded her head to the beat, occasionally following the choreography from the booth while she focused on the rhythm.

It’s the verse in my head

The words that make me stutter

The swag in my step

The change from gray to color

Jen smiled and glanced up at hearing Hayoon sing, No need to try, He’s just right.

She loved how her voice would flow so heavenly like that. It was sweet and fit great with the song. All their voices went well, equally balanced.

I won't stop until the boy is mine

He got me good

I’ve got it bad

He got me feeling like a girl gone mad

As the chorus came on, the girls performed the choreography fiercely, exciting the audience.

I know he’s playing my heart and I ain’t got no choice

There’s just something about the boy

When the camera had panned to her, Jen grabbed her mic while moving side to side like the others, singing lowly, “Something about, something about the boy. Something about, something about the boy. Something about, something about the boy.”

“Whew...” Jungkook exhaled and shook his head in disbelief when he watched her from backstage.

He tried his best to keep his cool but watching her, he began to struggle while his eyes were glued to her whenever she appeared on the screen.

She would always say that she fakes acting sexy on stage but it truly looked like she knew exactly what she was doing based on those alluring stares. And the way she was dancing and moving those hips, she was having the time of her life on that stage while DJing.

“Where did all of this come from? Was that a sexy smile?” Jin called out.

“She learned that from us, hahaha.” Hobi laughed.

“I think we’re becoming bad influences,” Namjoon added with a chuckle while dancing to the song.

“Ah, she’s grown. Let her be sexy.” Yoongi shrugged as they watched her jam around.

He’s got that something

I can’t let nobody tell me no

Also, with the fancams of Jennie, people noticed how she would watch proudly whenever she heard each of the girls sing. And there was also a lucky fan cam that made eye contact with Jennie and shot them a smile and wave.

Something about, something about the boy.

Jihyo and Jimin took over the rest of the verse while Hayoon sang ‘About that boy’ under them, while Jen prepared for her part to come up. Those vocal lessons were about to pay off tonight.

Singing soulfully, Jen sang out, “I know you like to play it slow. But I’m running out of tiiiiime. It’s like I lost my self control, ‘cause you are the one. And you know what you’ve done. My poor heart’s come undone.”

Taking a deep breath, she sang, slowly throwing her head back, “Baby please~!”

The high note sounded like an Ailee high note instead of going with what the note was supposed to be. It was unintentional but Ailee was on her mind as she kept singing and she couldn’t help but belt out the note. She kept it there for ten seconds as loud cheers and applause were heard.

While a Bangtan Bomb was filming Bangtan’s reaction to Jennie performing, Jimin and Hobi fell dramatically to the floor and then continued to watch in amazement while holding onto each other.

Taehyung stood there startled with his eyes widening when he heard the high vocal range. “Wow~!”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows and did a double take before smiling proudly.

“Waaaaaaaa.” Hobi looked on.

Namjoon nodded impressively as he heard the soulful high note. Ailee was the first person he thought of that made Jen want to sing the song like that. It made him smile.

Jin placed a hand over his heart, shocked at what he had heard. “Ohhh mah God, where did she learn this!?”

Jungshooked, the Golden Maknae pointed his finger up high as he heard her high note and then started clapping with a proud smile. Although they weren’t dating just yet, he already felt like a proud boyfriend. He had only hoped that Ailee was nearby to at least hear her and see how much Jennie admired her.

The members noticed how the vein on her neck was visible and that she was really using her lungs. Somebody must’ve done something to make her go off because although it wasn’t the high note the original song was supposed to be, everyone loved it and it suited her more.

Fans were freaking out on social media:

'SING JENNIE! YES BISH'

'WHY ARE YOU HIDING THESE LUNGS!?'

'I didn’t know she can hit it that high'

'SING! SING! Ailee are you watching!?'

'GOD-DAMN'

'I see why she was so quiet during the Perfect Man cover. She wanted to shine with the girls, ahahah.'

'Are you serious? Is she serious right now?'

'Yo...'

'I cried.'

'DAMN, I didn’t expect that'

YASSSSS! HIT THAT NOTE! Show them!'

'I prefer her singing that Ailee type of high note instead of the original note anyway! I loved this!'

'I wouldn’t call it an Ailee high note, this is a JW high note as she made the verse her own.'

'I hope Ailee watched this'

'What the fuck!? I didn’t know your voice got that high!'

'My wife!'

'AILEE I really hope you notice her soon!'

Ending the note, Jennie breathed in and exhaled softly. “Woo!” she responded and shared a soft laugh with the girls.

Removing her headphones and getting out of the booth, she took out her bun and unzipped her jacket, strutting with her head up high to meet with the rest of them. Ruffling her hair, she stood next to Jimin and turned to the girls as they all smiled.

“Ladies, let’s show them,” Jihyo announced.

The lights dimmed and the music came back on with a beat change. The girls started off with a fierce dance break as the crowd screamed and cheered loudly, fan chanting their names. The lights came back on and they broke into two groups. Jihyo with Jimin while Jen paired herself with Hayoon. Jihyo and Jimin started dancing first. The duet dances were supposed to be fun, so they were dancing cutely and laughing with one another.

Jen and Hayoon began an adorable game of pattycake and then a fast-paced hand game of Numbers while Jihyo and Jimin cheered on in the background. Jennie and Hayoon were struggling not to laugh as they tried to concentrate. Hayoon ended up winning the game when Jen messed up and they all cheered and high fived.

Hayoon turned to the front to perform a silly dance and then pointed to Jennie. Looking around, Jen shrugged and began to perform Jungkook’s silly meme dance, shaking her hands, and swaying side to side. The dance certainly got ARMY screaming because it had to do with BTS.

Bangtan backstage began freaking out and started shaking Jungkook.

“She’s so extra.” Namjoon laughed, throwing his head back.

The Golden Maknae let out a boyish laugh. “I love you...” he murmured, shaking his head as he watched the screen. “You are just...incredible...”

After their cute dancing, the girls transitioned into dancing sexily as the crowd continued to get hyped. One by one, each girl had a solo dance by standing in front of the rest to perform while the rest followed her movements from behind.

After the dance break, Jennie ceased the sexy persona and broke out into a cute smile before the four of them finished the song, blowing the audience away. They were greeted with a loud round of applause and cheers as the girls embraced and headed backstage, celebrating their successful performance.

Other fan comments included:

'JenKook shippers get fed once again! She really did Jungkook’s meme dance, I am so happy!'

'SLAY! MY! LIFE!'

'WIG IS GONE! I’M BALD! SHE IS EXTRA AF AND I LOVE IT! GO TF OFF BITCH!'

'BITCH! BITCH! GIRL! How dare you!? Don’t play with me!'

'You’re just gonna do this to us!?'

'WOO!'

'Stop sleeping on my bias!'

'WHAT AND WHO caused her to go tf off because they need to do that again!'

'JenKook shippers, somebody check on Jungkook and see if he’s alive XD'

'I am so done with you, you were nervous for what Jennie?! That note!'

'That was not Jennie. That was JW right there. JW did not come to play!'

A gif reaction post was also posted, “Me when Jennie sang that high note!”

“Me when Jennie gave me life with her booty shakes!”

Walking backstage to where BTS was, Jen was immediately bombarded with various questions and comments.

“What was that!?”

“And so you decided to hide this from us because!?”

“Who taught you how to look sexy in front of the camera!?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” She laughed as they continued to praise her efforts. “How did I do?”

“Amazing! That was awesome!” she happily heard them yell.

“So, nice meme dance you performed out there. Who taught you that?” Jungkook teased and nudged her.

“I observed from the best.” she smiled and popped a smartie in her mouth.

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As soon as 2016 came around, Jennie was almost done packing to leave to go home for a few scheduled events. Bangtan was in a hotel around this time and she had gone to V’s room to ask if she could use his shower. Disappointed but not surprised, Namjoon used all the hot water and she refused to take a cold shower.

Once she was done showering, she went back to her room to continue packing and made sure she had everything.

Meanwhile, Jimin and Jungkook were filming a Bangtan Bomb in V’s room. The two stood in front of the mirror with Jimin holding the camera while Jungkook ruffled his hair.

“Hello everyone, the Maknae line has gathered and we plan to film something really fun today,” Jimin announced.

“Hair.” Jungkook grinned and started to mess up his hair

“There was someone who suggested their opinion of how we could play together and have fun. He’s a very important person in this plan.” he shifted the camera over to the two beds.

“But he’s sleeping.” he set the camera down on the bed that was next to the one that Tae was sleeping on. “What do I have to do if he sleeps, everyone?”

All of a sudden Jimin jumped on top of Tae, to try to wake him.

“Are you sleeping?! Are you sleeping?” he started thrashing around to try to wake him up. “Is it okay or is it not okay to sleep?”

He started hitting him with a pillow and burying it on top of his head, smacking the pillow. “Oh hello~” he laughed and got off of him once he felt him awaken.

Moments later, Jungkook and Jimin sat on the bed with Tae who had on a white hoodie as they faced the camera.

“Sitting here like this-what are we doing?” Jimin laughed.

“Hello. It’s been a while since you last saw my bare face, right?” Taehyung asked, looking at the camera, and putting up two peace signs.

Jimin followed suit. “Aye yo, what up?” he spoke in English before going back to Korean. “This is my bare face.”

“It’s ugly right?” Jungkook grinned

“I have a pimple right now.”

“Let’s choose the game we will play after gathering together like this,” Jimin suggested.

“We’ve already chosen, though.” Taehyung pointed out

“I remember it,” Jungkook added

“Originally, you’re supposed to do it like this. You’re supposed to explain it first.” Jimin giggled.

“Oh, then let me think about it a little.”

“Let’s do it again. Ready, cue.” he snapped his fingers with Tae. “Hey guys, guys.”

“What should we do today?” Tae asked.

“I say we should decide on what game to do today. The game we’ll do today...what do you think, Tae?”

“I kind of think that someone should be “It” the person who became it would cover their eyes with a ribbon and catch the other people, like a game of zombie, I think.”

“So you’re saying we should play a game of tag with someone’s eyes covered?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, you’re quite smart.” he high fived him.

“Because all the hyungs are sleeping, right now. So the Maknaes-“

“Should play quietly,” Jimin remarked. “What do you think?” He turned to Jungkook

“That’s good,” he replied.

“Hm...we’re missing a Maknae!” Jimin exclaimed. “Where oh where is our Jennie? Have you seen her? We need our Bangtan girl! How we miss her so!”

“She’s about to leave, remember?” Taehyung brought up. “She was just here to use the shower because Hyung used all the hot water.”

“Wait I thought she was leaving tomorrow night. She's leaving tonight?!” Jungkook exclaimed, freaking out.

“Yeah.”

Jungkook groaned and fell back on the bed while Jimin stopped filming and turned off the camera. He needed to see her before she left.

While Jungkook was contemplating, Jimin and Taehyung glanced at each other knowingly.

“She’s about to leave, Jungkookie,” Jimin spoke.

“I know...” he murmured.

Jimin let out a soft laugh, “You know, at first, we were all hyped and trying everything to get you two together. We thought of various ways for you to confess to her. But confessions aren’t perfect and like the movies. You should just go to her, right now. Before she leaves,"

Jungkook glanced at him and exhaled as his heart rate quickened.

“We know that there are many reasons why it’s hard to confess our feelings for someone. Especially if you’ve been friends for so long. We fear getting rejected.” Taehyung added. “Like we found the person who we really like but we have that fear of the possibility of them not returning our feelings. We get that. And then we fear that we could lose the friendship and things get awkward and you end up not talking like you used to. But at the end of the day, you never know unless you take that risk.”

“She may need some time to think and process after you tell her your feelings but don’t lose hope. Just tell her how you feel. Tell her everything. You have so much inside of you that you need to let out.” Jimin cheered on.

“You are Jeon Jungkook! The Golden Maknae! Do you realize how amazing you two will be together? How adorable you two will be? Think about how you guys were in Running Man!”

“You told Bam Bam to let her decide but I honestly think that no matter what, she’ll choose you because we see something that we hope that you two will see when you tell her your feelings. Now get out of here, no more stalling.” Jimin kicked him off the bed while Taehyung laughed.

“We’ll play hide and seek and film it after you come back.”

Jungkook got up and nodded. “Okay.”

He went to change into a pair of jeans, and a white shirt and placed a beanie on his head.

“She left her lotion in the bathroom. Bring this to her.” Taehyung handed him the bottle.

“Oh, and expect to get carried away in there.” Jimin began giggling, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ah, I don't think that will happen," Jungkook replied.

“I dunno...you say that now but emotions will run high and sometimes you get so passionate that you get carried away.”

“I’m sure things will be fine. I just...hope she takes my words well.”

“Just be honest with her. She should know how you feel,”

Once the Golden Maknae left the room, the 95 Liners began jumping around in excitement before hugging.

“He’s finally going to do it!” Jimin cheered.

“So, how carried away do you think those two will be?”

“They’re teenagers, it’ll probably be intense. Jungkook is always full of surprises. I just hope he tells us everything when he returns,"

"Yeah. For now, let's just hope for the best,"

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Jungkook’s heart raced as he inched closer to her room down the hall. He felt like this was about to be the most selfish thing he was ever going to do. And she was nearly minutes from leaving to go back to America for a short while.

‘Please...just let me not mess this up. Let this go well.’ he thought to himself.

With each step Jungkook took, the more his heart raced. He was really going to do it this time. Tell his best friend his feelings that he had been holding in for a long time. But how will it go when he tells her his feelings and she leaves for her flight right after?

Part of him wanted to chicken out and go back to his room, but he needed to say this, now. This was long overdue and he needed to let it out this time.

Deep in his thoughts, Jungkook soon realized that he was in front of her door. He knew she was alone so he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting them.

Swallowing hard, he aimed to knock but hesitated. The nerves were getting to him already.

But he had to push through.

He can do this.

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The Phoenix And The Rocket

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Emily Prentiss, at the insistent of her therapist, signs up for a Trauma ‘dumping’ site. She never expected that her Dump would connect her back to her old boss and the man she’s been in love with for over ten years.

Also the man she’s absolutely furious at for leaving

We’re moving spectacularly fast yall, i’m the one writing and i’m like 🫣 slow down guys

Edit : Since publishing I have been made aware that the term ‘Trauma Bonding’ is actually an abuse tactic and doesn’t mean ‘bonding over shared trauma’. Would like to make it clear that was a very strong mistake on my part and I apologise deeply for any offence.

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She's not surprised when Dave walks in her office when the case ends and they're home five days later, two glasses in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other. She manages a smile at him as he shuts the door and sits up to pluck the bottle up.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" Dave asks, teasing but Emily can detect the concern. "Who the guy is?" After her outburst at the precinct, he knew there was more to the story.

After the thing with Mendoza ended badly, Dave was Emily's sounding board. He was there for her in lieu of any of the girls as a drinking buddy, an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on.

Emily didn't have a father growing up, he ran out the second he could, and Dave has worked his way in, settling in her heart and filling that hole in her life. It's not a secret they have a relationship further beyond colleagues. He's her father figure in all walks of life and she's his daughter.

His favourite child out of all of them, if you will.

The concern he's showing her now is that of a father panicking about his daughter not of a colleague probing into another's love life.

She's told her girls, and they've most likely already relayed the information to Garcia so eventually the correct story is going to go around so she may as well confess her sins now.

Emily sighs and swigs the drink to hold of her reply. "I don't know" She admits finally. Seeing his confused expression, she looks down, fiddling with her glass. "It's an anonymous website" She tells him. "It's called TraumaBuddi-"

"TraumaBuddies" Dave finishes off, nodding. "Heard of it, it's where you unload all your shit right?"

"Yeah" Emily laughs slightly at his words. "Yeah it is. Some of the stuff on there is heavy" She breathes, shaking her head. "But uh. Yeah this guys story was intriguing so" She shrugs and finishes her first glass quickly, just after he took two sips of his own.

"So what is it?" The man asks, intrigued.

Emily pauses, wondering not for the first time if by telling a story that wasn't hers to tell would be betrayal. Dave seems to read her mind, for he nods and backs off.

But Emily decides to tell him everything that Rocket has told her. She can't hold it in any longer, and almost vows that she'll send Rocket an apology once Dave leaves.

She tells him all the details of his story but leaves out anything else. Dave gets told that Rocket's wife was killed by a serial killer but not that Rocket got a piercing on his ear when he was 15 and dared to by the girl who later became his wife. He gets told that Rocket had been stabbed more than 5 times but not that his favourite hobby is fishing because of the way his son laughed when the Bass he caught fought back. He gets told about how Emily talked him through the multiple identity crisis but not that Rocket's favourite movie is Interstellar.

"Wow" Dave laughs when she finishes. Emily is breathless by the time she spews all that out. There is more sneaky glinting in his eye that makes Emily want to scream. "Two serial killers, a car bomb, losing the love of his life?" He shakes his head and drains the rest of his whisky. "If I didn't know any better I'd say this 'Trauma Buddy' was Hotch" He says before standing and disposing of his glass.

Emily freezes mid pouring. His words echoed around her. "Hotch?" She laughs though it was shaky. Dave just looks at her suspiciously. "That's impossible" She shakes her head, resuming her task of pouring a healthy dose.

"Why?"

Another shake of her head and pathetic laughter. "Because it is, Dave" She insists through gritted teeth. A fume of anger sparks in her chest that she doesn't think is fair but also doesn't attempt to push away.

"Okay" The old man shrugs. "Don't drink any more of that bottle, Bella" He warns like a father on his way out of the office. "You drive here."

"Relax, dad" Emily grumbles. "I took a cab" He doesn't hear her as he exits the office otherwise he'd have been forcing her in his car.

Emily sat alone, making no move to follow him, and drank a further two glasses. Dave's words made her lose herself in thought.

It can't be, right?

It was an hour later when the cleaners showed up and the lights shut off that Emily got moving. One of the janitors flashes her a friendly smile, too many late nights in the office was the cause of that, as she leaves. Her hands itched towards her phone as she waits for her cab.

A serial killer who got his Ex-Wife.

Foyet and Haley.

A Car Bomb that made his hearing go fuzzy.

NYC and Kate.

Another serial killer targeting his son.

Scratch and Jack.

Rocket checks all the major boxes.

Emily curses loudly and angrily upon entering her house. She throws her satchel forcefully, stomping towards her laptop. She wonders how in the hell she missed it? Is she that stupid? What kind of profiler is she to not read through the subtext. She slams her fingers on the keyboard, logging into that stupid website and immediately going to Rocket's page.

With every new sentence she grows more angry and resentful until one made her pause.

"After my wife died, I moved on. But just two years later, I experienced the same heartbreak again when I lost the woman who I had grown to love. She didn't know that, of course, when she left but I lost her all the same. She came back briefly for around 7 months but decided to leave again.

In the span of a year I lost the love of my life twice.

In the span of three I had lost two."

It couldn't have been Hotch.

Emily would've have known - Garcia would have blabbed the second it happened - if something that detrimental happened while she was away. In Paris or London. It couldn't have happened while she was here and she just didn't know about it.

It couldn't have been Hotch.

With a sigh of relief, Emily begins typing out a new message.

PhoenixPren : Hey Rocket! I see you haven't replied to my last message is everything okay?

She starts moving around, not one to wait for a reply, when her laptop pings almost instantly.

RockyRackoon : Hello. Sorry for not replying sooner, Max and I are moving house and it's been hectic. How are you, Phoenix?

She smiles, ignoring the warm feeling in her chest, and shrugs as if her partner can see her.

PhoenixPren : Max? Is that your son?

She types and deletes that message a few times before ultimately sending it.

PhoenixPren : And I'm okay.Ish. We have a rough case at work

RockyRacoon : Oof makes me glad i'm retired.

RockyRacoon : And yes, He's my son. He's 16 nearly, we're moving closer to his maternal aunt.

Emily grins at the personal details Rocket shared. Then her smile wavered. Jack Hotchner would be 16 and Jess still lives around here, somewhere, JJ saw her in a grocery store a few months back.

His name is Max, Emily.

She couldn't tell whether she was happy or disappointed at that.

Mid typing out a polite congratulations / good luck reply, Sergio suddenly shoots out of her workspace making papers fly everywhere.

"Sergio!" She scolds, exasperated. "What is up with you lately?" She shakes her head, putting a hand on her beating chest. She ignores the pest as he mewls for her attention, dropping to her knees to pick up the papers. Emily can't even tell you what half of them are and spends a while just reading over them with furrowed brows.

Until she gets to a paper that only she has and that she should have destroyed.

A letter of resignation, another of recommendation followed by two fake IDs.

Aaron and Jack.

Frank and Max.

Emily buckles, falling to sit awkwardly on her hip as she gasps. No fucking way. She scans each ID thoroughly, lingering on Jack's - Max's - for far too long.

Well now she was fucked.

A ping on her laptop made her whirl around.

RocketRacoon : Actually, Max's aunt lives in Alexandria, Virginia. Isn't that your neck of the woods?

She could scream.

With shaky hands, she types slowly.

PhoenixPren : Yeah. I'm in Dupont Circle.

RocketRaccoon : Oh, only 20 minutes away.

Emily is still on her knees on the floor, using her couch as a table.

Don't do it. Please don't ask. If you ask I cannot say no.

RocketRaccoon : This may be a bit forward, But would you like to get coffee? We arrive Friday Morning.

Ah, he did it.

Emily was typing before she could even think. The possibility that it was that man was making her act upon impulse.

PhoenixPren : Given that my team and I aren't on a case, absolutely. I know a great cafè in Alexandria. Rise and Grind.

She recalls, briefly, that R&G was his favourite coffee place but he never could get it because he lived in Quantico, almost an hour out.

RocketRacoon: I know the place. See you there, Phoenix.

PhoenixPren : How will you know it's me?

RocketRaccoon : I'll know.

Aaron stares at the computer, heart beating fast and filled with dread. Jack is next to him on the couch, waving his broken arm around like he could magically fix it.

He didn't know what the fuck just overcame him.

Inviting her out for coffee?

Where the fuck did that come from?

He removes the glasses from his face, wiping his hand over it tiredly. He groans lowly, making Jack snicker. The trees rustle harshly, mockingly, in the window making him shoot a glare out.

"Mom thinks you're funny to" Jack muses, smirking at the window. Aaron rolls his eyes and closes his laptop after Phoenix doesn't reply.

"Mom can shut up" He retorts, resisting a smirk of his own when the trees shake harder, as if Haley was yelling at him. She probably was, if he could delude himself that far.

Jack snorts. "That's you told" He says, switching the channel on the tv. "Told you dating is okay."

Aaron groans again and puts the laptop on the floor in front of him. The coffee table is gone, sold in a yard sale they had two days ago. The rest of the nicknacks and furniture around the room baring the couch has either been sold or packed away. They fly out on Thursday night, the cheapest flight times he could find, with the rest of their stuff meeting them throughout the weekend.

It's taken a lot of effort. Jack is in his sophomore year at school so Aaron has had to deal with admin pulling him out, then actually finding a house that's moderately close to another school, vetting the school and seeing which is best for him but also trying to find a house that's close enough to Jess but far away from any of his old teammates.

And that's hard enough in itself when you haven't had contact with any of them so you don't even know where they are living.

So yeah, moving across the country is a little hectic.

"Jack" He scolds. "It's not a date."

"You've been chatting up a woman-"

"I don't think you can call it chattin-“

"You've been chatting up a woman" Jack repeats as if his father hadn't spoken. He smirks as he remembers the woman's user name but wisely chooses not to comment. There's a reason his dad didn't tell him it was Miss Emily, so he won't push. "Flirting a lot and then you ask her out to coffee? Sounds like a date to me dad"

The trees rustle as if to back up his point.

Aaron rolls his eyes. "No it was a moment of madness fuelled by you and your mother's" He points to the tree. "Meddling tendencies." He stands and puts his laptop away in the bag in top of his suitcase. "It is not a date, I'm merely going to meet and thank this woman for helping me. Now, Are we playing Mario Kart or what?" He asks pointedly.

Jack side eyes the window again as Aaron leaves to find the game in one of the boxes. "I don't think we meddle" He says to the ghost of his mom. "Do we?" The trees shake again and Jack takes it as if she's shaking her head. He carefully watches the doorway. "It is who I think it is right, mom?" He asks softly. "Be still if it is." The child that still lives inside him holds out the imagination that the nature outside really is his mom, still with him.

The trees shake gently a few times before the wind miraculously dies down. Jack breaks into a wide smile as Aaron comes back with the game in hand.

"What?" His father asks suspiciously.

Jack just shakes his head. "Nothin" He replies nonchalantly. The tree backs him up with another shiver, making Aaron roll his eyes and start the game with no other thought cast to his ‘date’.

Word count :2200

tag list : @lonelychicagos @84hotpockets @serqueljisbon @loriprentiss @velvetblackness @castielryan

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#criminal minds #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotchniss #criminal minds fanfiction #hotchniss fanfiction #hotch #agent hotchner #agent prentiss #the phoenix and the rocket

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jubilentj · 8 months

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Okay so I saw the meta post regarding the Metatron, the book of life, and the looping reality. I unfortunately can't find it again quick enough to add this to the post.

Edit: I found it! And added it to the top.

It's not the first post like it and it won't be the last. I admit I'm not the biggest fan of it but it does make good points and is quite convincing except in one regard where it always rubs me the wrong way.

Maggie.

There's a lot of speculation that she isn't real or that she's the Metatrons puppet but I don't believe that to be the case for a couple of reasons.

Number 1 was pointed out by someone on Twitter. The birds on her sweaters are Swallows which have the symbolism of free will.

Number 2 is the spelling mistake. I honestly believe anytime we see a spelling mistake it's actually a show of free will. Muriel said something interesting. That angels don't make mistakes. That to error is to be human.

The first Angels to make mistakes were cast out as Demons and if Satan wasn't trying so hard to emulate God then I believe we would be seeing a very different Hell. But this is a whole tangent on its own.

Back on the subject. In the meta post(s) it also points out the spelling mistake on the wannabe thug in the graveyard. Alluding to them being written in by the Metatron but that doesn't make sense to me. Why would it write in some wannabe thugs and allow Aziraphale to make this phone call to Crowley? Especially if the end goal is to separate them. I would think eliminating moments where Aziraphale and Crowley communicate would be the goal.

Which brings me to my next point. If there's anything that isn't real or is a construct made by the Metatron it's Nina's partner Lindsey. They're just like Heaven and the Book of Life. A constant looming threat in the background. The moment under the awning, that was working, would have been the moment Nina realized that Lindsey has no control over them or figured out that they aren't real. Until the awning broke and they couldn't finish their moment.

Another reason I think Nina is the one being controlled is when Nina and Maggie first interact, Nina recognizes Maggie not as skinny latte but as the record shop owner. It is not until after Gabriel shows up at Aziraphale's shop does she only remember her as skinny latte.

I believe Gabriel was bringing the Book of Life to Aziraphale so that Armageddon part 2 won't happen. What better Angel than the one that thwarted part 1 right? But the box was left outside. And if there's any substance to the theory then the moment the Metatron got its clutches on the book, it was that moment.

Wow, this is longer than I expected. 😅 If you made it through this whole thing thank you for reading.

Edit: I thought of more. There's also the ball. Nina is the only human not affected by it. And why is that? Because she's already being influenced by an Angel

#good Omens meta #good omens #good omens 2 #maggie #good omens spoilers #the Metatron #maggie good omens #nina good omens

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cloudiness · 8 months

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tag 9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @ammargura ❤️

I've been tagged in two different posts but I'm lazy and since some of the questions were the same ones I'm making one single bigger post 😌

favorite color: green

currently reading: I've read like 5 pages of "The House in the Cerulean Sea", bought it just because it seems very 'harry potter fanfiction' like, idk, I'm bad at actively reading books in this period of my life so I've thought that something closer to fanfic could help, we'll see

last song: ONE MORE TIME by blink-182 😭

last series: last finished one is 'The Bear' but last one I've seen an episode of is 'Only Murders in the Building'

last movie: "Stranizza D'Amuri"(2023), I think it's called "Fireworks" in English, it's an Italian movie inspired by a real story of a gay teen couple and the very close-minded italian society of the 80s, I liked it a lot

sweet/savory/spicy: savoury

currently working on: finding new jobs by collaborating with some other fellow photographers and trying to edit and post new and old stuff on my instagram for work but it's hard because I'm not used to posting photos there anymore

three ships: this is hard, the list is just soooo long but ok, just three:

Shwatsonlock (Watson/Holmes)((not BBC Sherlock)), Ritchie09! and Book!Verse, the fics are just so good! you can always find something new and they never disappoint, I'm honestly still hoping for a third movie 😭

Harringrove (Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington from Stranger Things), again, AMAZING FICS! their whole dynamic is just ON ANOTHER LEVEL! killing Billy Hargrove has been the greatest mistake the damn Duffer brothers have ever made and nope, Eddie didn't solve anything, I love him but he's just the 'this one can't be cancelled by people that don't have any critical sense' new version of Billy, I said what I said

Carlando (Carlos Sainz Jr/Lando Norris, RPS from F1), gotta go with them because they bring me joy(carlando podium last week wow) and also gotta mention the many lovely people I've met on here thanks to this ship, I love out little community ❤️🧡

first ship ever: Frerard aka Frank Iero/Gerard Way from My Chemical ROmance, yup I think that the first time I've actually read a fanfic it was about these two and I've never stopped since, I was 13, 2006, and "The Black Parade" was about to come out, good ol' times

currently craving: a little bit of more stability and a new spark of creativity

tags: @artemispt @carletes @underatedwords @wdcmaxy @blorbocedes @justheretoship @clovermotors @the-toasted-teacake @electricdoves but also whoever wants to do this, feel free! I really am curios about everyone 😌❤️

#the 3 ships part it's just so hard..like what about ineffable husbands!? gentlebeard!? all the different RPS?! BANDom? very old ships?!?#anyway #don't feel like you must do this if you're tagged <3 #about me #tag game #tumblr

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yeetlegay · 2 years

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Hi, so you finally got me to read your Pretty Woman AU, which means you pulled me back into reading fanfiction for the first time ever since a very unfortunate dabbling in Wattpad territory at the age of 15. And I didn’t think I would like it that much, to be honest, because I’ve only ever seen snippets of Pretty Woman and because I’m not usually into stuff that horny. But excuse me, how is this so beautiful and perfect and addictive??? I can now get in line with all the other people begging for the new chapter on a daily basis.

I mean, even though you keep saying you forget about the plot all the time, it’s still there and it’s wonderful and already the idea is brilliant. Like I said, I have never seen the entirety of Pretty Woman, but I love how you weave KinnPorsche and that movie together so seamlessly while somehow staying true to both?

And I know this is a minor detail to most people, but I personally can’t stand spelling, punctuation and grammar mistakes etc. in stories, so I love that somehow you manage to make less of them (= partically zero, even the questionable ones I wasn’t sure about) than a huge amount of professionally published books I’ve read. Thank you for that. Also, I just generally love your style of writing and your tone, it’s a pure delight to read.

That said, I will now go hide in a corner, anxiously await the new chapter and hope you’re having a great day (and that it’s no longer ruined because of the coffee spill).

P.S.: One question, though. Could you maybe explain to me how exactly Kinn’s penthouse is laid out and where everything is inside it? I keep getting confused because my brain is weird and then rooms and furniture end up on the opposite sides of where I expected them to be.

Oh god not Wattpad! 😂 That place is abysmal, I’m so sorry for whatever horrors you stumbled across. But WOW wtf this is????? Incredible???? Not to sound cheesy but I really am honored that you gave fanfic another shot with FL&H, that absolutely blows my mind. I hope you check out some more KP fics too—there’s tons of goodies in there if you’re interested! (I’m very far behind on my TBR but I’d rec anything in my bookmarks for a start!)

Pretty Woman has always been such a comfort watch for me honestly. I first saw it when I was like 8, which in hindsight was too young lol, but it’s just one of those movies that’ll always be a timeless classic imo. It’s one of the greats to come out of the 90s romance boom and I’m just really gassed that Kinnporsche happens to translate so well to that setup. It was shockingly easy to outline and find all the ways to sync up the story/character beats, and I love including little Easter eggs from both stories (like Porsche’s “then stop calling me” moment in ep 5, and Chan teaching Porsche self-defense instead of table manners, and obv the piano scene lol).

I’m kind of the same about grammar/punctuation hang-ups just because of the field I work in, but I try really hard to get over it with fanfic because it’s free and made with love, you know? And besides, I’ve read manuscripts from some brilliant authors who cannot spell or use commas right to save their lives lol, so I’m pretty used to looking past the little things for the sake of the story. Thank god for copy editors tbh. But I’m glad you haven’t spotted a lot of typos! I don’t really copy edit other than skimming it after I post so there’s always a good chance I’ve missed something really egregious lol.

As for Kinn’s penthouse suite, I just sketched this out on my phone so it’s not super accurate dimension-wise lol but below is what I picture in my head. (If you see anything in early chapters that contradicts this…no you didn’t 😉)

The north- and east-facing walls are complete glass, and probably have some kind of shades/curtains that come down when you hit the button, but as we all know Kinn and Porsche are exhibitionists and want to make sure the entire city sees them fucking, especially the banks. 😌

Hope that helps! So glad you’re liking the fic, and an update is coming soon, I promise! Chapter 9 is officially the longest one yet fml 😩

#kinnporsche #yeetle asks #pretty woman au

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horizon-verizon · 1 year

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What do you think of having made Helaena a dreamer in the series? I personally have mixed feelings about this, but one thing is for sure, giving him autistic traits was a mistake.

*EDITED POST* (3/19/24)

Disclaimer: I really don't know anything about neurodivergence or autism.

Here is one earlier post that I wrote about an issue with Helaena’s new characterization.

I used to think that it was nice to see some neurodivergent representation and that she got to be a little more than just the “plump” “fine mother” Gyldayn describes her. But it’s just that: “little”.

Now:

A) Dragon dreams are...dreams. Not visions you have while fully awake. So...

B) I think that it Helaena’s characterization suffers from the reliance on her neurodivergence. Neurodivergence does not equal personality. We don’t know her other than one small scene of her unintentionally(?) calling Aegon out, that she liked to play with bugs in her youth, and that she doesn’t like her own mother. These aren’t personality traits they are conviences for the greens’ image.

And the prophecies she speaks does nothing but tell us what we--the book readers--already know will happen, except for Rhaenys, but that was a scene that also never should have happened. We’re supposed to be wowed by how she is like Cassandra--the prophet who no one believes after cursed by Apollo for not sleeping with him or otherwise disobeying him. At least Cassandra is trying and much more active in her story, using her visions to try to stop catastrophe even though she knows or we may make the argument she already knew and thus this is where the Greek tale's futility comes from. HotD is not using this kind of futility but it is expressing a futility while keeping Helaena a passive victim.

But using the futility of Cassandra’s story element to express how “futile” and “tragic” the Dance was diminishes human choice more than i needs to--how Alicent decides to go after Rhaenyra and tries to get Aegon on the throne for power. Diminishes the activeness of human decision specifically for the people already having lost their ambition in the adaptation from the original story to the show:

Alicent is a such younger sexual abuse victim (after years of fans having said that there was too much sexual abuse or violence esp against women in GoT) who apparently can't really reason as she would have in the book version and is more vulnerable to her father's machinations rather than her being a go getter herself

Rhaenyra's muster has also been greatly diminished

even Aemond's whitewashed and made less active by his killing Luke made into an "accident").

Then there is what another writers says about how we know what will happen to her. The show gives us the only neuro-divergent character and we know she’ll lose her son to Blood and Cheese, of which she obviously blamed herself for, driving her into a mad grief. That she will die a horrid, “suspicious” death. Her suffering will be used to generate more sympathy for the greens, while diminishing and ignoring that Daemon only uses B&C for what Aemond did to Lucerys. (Again, eye-for-an-eye is not moral or justifiable. I’ have said over and over that it is rather Aemond and Alicent’s fault for targeting Rhaenyra.) The show till then inadvertently act like the biased Maester Gyldayn, who also just refers to Helaena's death; the writer ponders over how her death inspired rebellion against Rhaenyra and seems to lean towards Rhaenyra actually doing it, even though it brings up the missing Larys and the possibility that he spread the rumors to incite the peasants against Rhaenyra more than they would have otherwise.

This cheapens her, especially because we don’t really get to see her apart from her Alicent, her brothers, and her kids. Nor do we see her interact with Aemond or Aegon like the two eldest boys do in episodes 6-9.

Rhaenyra’s story was about how women in Westeros would be pushed further back into practically subservient positions, and Daenerys was meant to be a penetration into that element. Rhaenyra is the story of how a precedent against women in power came to be; Dany is when a women pushes back and begins to regain that power.

So Helaena doing nothing more than tell visions that don’t matter while she stays in her room with her children and tries to get her own mother to stop touching her and knowing that she’ll die a horrendous death after long grieving and torturing herself for her son’s death just so she becomes some sort of Martyr for green-stans makes for a more disheartening picture than I’d like.

Oh, and it doesn't really make sense for her to know what's going to happen to not just her siblings and parents but her CHILDREN and not go to Viserys, the most prophecy-focused person in her family as well as the most able to actually do something to turn things around.

Dragon dreams in ASoIaF are fixed but they do not say that a specific person WILL do this so much as someone must do this for that to happen...unless they're Dany, Daenys, Rhaegar, & Aegon I.

#helaena targaryen #helaena's death #aegon and helaena #helaena and aemond #alicent and helaena #hotd characterization #hotd characters #hotd #asoiaf asks to me #helaena's characterization

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years

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Welcome back! I guess time really flies faster for extroverts like us lol.

Well, we get bored faster, that's for sure. ;)

Anyways, I wonder, what is your stance (as 6w7) toward learning and failures in general? For 3w2 like me, it's totally fine to make mistake but I have to improve at a really fast pace every time. I rarely stop to sort out how I feel about the mistake and I just drive toward fixing it. But at the same time I'm very sensitive to criticism and failures, because it reflects poorly on my competency and a blow to my face. Which is why it could be nerve wracking to get plunged into new things, I could muck it up. It took a lot of willpower to force myself to do it and not think about how clumsy I'll look.

My head-energy 6 perspective is that learning is a process and takes time, that nobody is going to get it right offhand, and that failure is a way to learn how to do a better job next time and/or become more aware of your limitations. My 7 wing, however, thinks learning out to be easy and fun and wants to re-frame failure into a positive of some kind (a lesson learned, a door closed so another one can open, etc). TBH, I don't spend any time thinking about how I feel about the mistake (which most of the time is anger at being wrong or getting it wrong or shame for having embarrassed myself with misinformation, etc), I just work hard to make sure I won't make it again and/or to to fix it. I hate being 'exposed' or making a mistake in public especially.

Criticism for me is somewhat expected; I've had to work through a natural 6 tendency to expect the worst from people (that they won't like it or me, that they will only see what's wrong with it, or focus only on the mistake and miss the forest for the trees, which is just me 6ishly projecting my own insecurities onto other people; I've made great strides in moving past this in the last year or so, which has made my life a hell of a lot easier). If I receive criticism, I step back and evaluate it to decide if it's constructive; if so, I implement it, and if it's not or just a matter of opinion, I decide from there whether I care or not and agree with it or not. It's hard for me to ignore criticism, however, since I'm an attachment type who internalizes everything. I'm also protective of looking competent, because I work so hard to be truly good at the few hobbies / undertakings I take on.

My 8w7 boss and 8w9 aunt say something like 'don't care about how others see you. Only focus on yourself and be better each time. It's your journey and no one else's.' This is very interesting because I always attach to other people, like this guy did great. I have to be better next time. But 8s in my life just don't care about any of that. Which sounds refreshing lol.

Gosh yes, it would be amazing to be a rejection type... what has helped me in the past (which might not help you, as a core image type, lol) is to remind myself -- nobody cares what you do, so you might as well do what pleases you. They aren't thinking about you all the time and waiting with baited breath for you to show up in their life and dazzle them. They are thinking about themselves. So you don't have to show up for them, show up for yourself instead. Do it for you.

And ... is it normal to feel cringe toward people of your own type?

Yes. I experience this more with fellow 6s (especially online, watching them spiral, project, be fearful and negative, accuse others, and ping off them without finding a sense of their internal strength) than with other ENFPs, mostly because I know very few other ENFPs. But ENFPs being naive or unrealistic does make me flinch a little. And in a true Fi way, everything is always about me, so I assume their behavior is going to affect how people view ME. (EG, "This obvious ENFP who never edits anything has put out a terrible book, which means people who read it and think it's subpar might not buy indie authors anymore and that will affect me, since they won't give me a chance!" Wow boy, egocentric much? Welcome to Fi.)

Regar

My friend is ESTP 3w2 sp/so (essentially identical except sensor-intuitive divide). I feel cringe at some of what he did. [...] He is a great guy - smart, caring, fun and nice. But I can't help getting pissed by all those 3-ness and ETP-ness. Maybe it's because we share type? Since I know all his tactics and it's becoming like a mirror for myself?

Yep. Psychologists always say, you hate most in other people what you secretly hate in yourself... Being the same type, you know what he's up to, so he can't fool you, which fills you with disgust, because it's holding up a mirror to your previous behaviors.

#question #mbti #enneagram

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givemearock · 2 years

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Voluntary Apnea

Regulus and James visit a hidden part of the black lake and share ‘fun’ facts

based on a headcanon/ edit by skylarihardlyknowher on tiktok posted on July 14, 2022 and a stiles quote

tw: mentions of drowning, angst ???? (icl not 100% sure what that means)

word count: 1,192

a/n: here’s the Marauders oneshot !! Sadly the Stranger Things one didn’t get finish but once I return from my trip it will be the first thing I post after this :))

Regulus Black was often called the second ghost of Slytherin House.

It was rather easy for him to move from place to place making little to no noise, his feet practically floating above the ground beneath him.

No one would ever see him enter a room but his presence would be known and acknowledged as soon as he spoke.

Despite how easy it was for him to get around unnoticed, James Potter always noted how he’d run off down the same particular path almost every day.

He never saw him return, but he’d always see him go.

If James had been closer to the boy he’d probably have asked him where he was going, but seeing that he only knew him through Sirius for now he’d just have to wonder.

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“I think I know a spot,” were the first words out of Regulus’ mouth when James recommended they hang out.

They’d become acquaintances a bit ago and James wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to make someone else his friend, so they needed to spend some quality time together.

“Right, ok,” he tried to hide the smile on his face as he followed Regulus down the path he’d seen him traverse for so many days.

It was so beaten he would’ve believed it was put there purposely if he hadn't known the younger boy had formed it himself.

“How’d you discover this place?” James’ asked, as they were now entering sections of the school grounds he didn’t even know existed.

Regulus shrugged, “Every day I just walked farther and farther away from everyone else until I found a spot I liked, nothing too special.”

James’ didn’t believe anything Regulus did could not be special, but that was just his opinion of him.

Curling around another bend, James made work out of avoiding the branches and brush that threatened every moment to knock glasses off his face with their springy nature.

Soon after he heard and honestly felt the new squelch of the mud beneath his feet, accompanied by a view of a lake. Well, not a lake, the black lake.

Somewhere along the way, they must’ve looped around, because there was no mistaking the murky ominous aura of the most well-known body water at Hogwarts. Either that or James’ had been too busy focusing on the twigs in his hair versus paying attention to where they were going.

Regulus had also not been paying attention, but that was because he knew the area better than he knew the manor he, unfortunately, had to grow up in.

As to what he was using the free time to think about, well, to sum it up quickly, water.

Water was all he could think about.

It consumed every thought without mercy or hesitation.

“I have to let it in,” he muttered to himself as he came to a stop, “I have to-”

“Wow!” James unknowingly interrupted, putting his hands on his hips, a wide grin spread across his face, “it’s beautiful out here.”

Even though the lake was intimidating, it always smelled like a mix of the earth after rain, and whereever you called home.

“So what do you do here, just sit?” He looked over at him.

“Sometimes yeah,” Regulus took a seat and James followed after him. He was unsure whether to tell him the truth. “Just to think things over.”

“Alright,” James looked back at the water, “I’m not the kind to sit and think, but I’ll give it a try.”

Regulus had never seen James look as calm as did during those fifteen minutes he was sitting there.

All the while he would occasionally share a random fact he knew that he found wonderful.

“Did you know humans like the sound of rain, because our brains see it as a non-threatening noise,” his voice slowly trailed off at the end, his lips once again forming a small smile.

“Hm, no I did not know that.”

Despite how bothered others were by it, James never really minded how Regulus’ reactions to things were, lackluster, as some would say.

“Why don’t you tell me something?” James had run out of fun facts.

“My facts aren’t really, I guess, light you would say.”

“It's alright, I don’t mind.”

Regardless of what Regulus might’ve thought, James honestly didn’t mind.

Somewhere along the way the two of them had moved closer to the water.

Instead of stuttering, Regulus just stayed silent for a moment, mulling over what he was going to say.

“You know when you’re drowning you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out,” he started running his hands along the surface of the water.

James made no response but Regulus knew he was listening.

Pausing for a bit, he put his feet in the water, half hazardously deciding whether or not he wanted to stand in it.

“It’s called voluntary apnea.”

At that point, he had lost all regard for the dryness of his shoes and pants and had resolved to wade at his pleasure.

His wandering thoughts brought him back to what he usually did in the lake.

Forcing himself under, purposely preparing to let the water in, as would inevitably be needed.

“It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out,” he was simply speaking from experience, “the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head’s-.”

He struggled to find an accurate adjective.

“Exploding,” eyes still closed, James spoke barely above a whisper, but Regulus heard it.

Either the famed James Potter was also an astute mind reader, or Regulus was just that easy to understand. Or at least easy for him to understand.

“Then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting.”

Regulus had never gotten to that part. If he ever did, there would be no one around to save him.

“What do you do here, Regulus?” James was looking at him now, but Regulus wouldn’t meet his eyes.

There was no way he was going to. Telling that to anyone was a death sentence, and he tried to avoid those.

“I practice,” he finally looked up at him, trying his best to make his face seem warm.

Regulus had never seen James look so cold. He surely would’ve been frozen to the touch.

He knew, and Regulus knew he knew. But neither one of them would ever form the words to confirm or deny the suspicion they both had.

Just silence that would leave both of them dissatisfied.

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Regulus never took James back to that part of the lake, and James never went back.

Not because Regulus didn’t trust him, but because he didn’t want to associate James with that part of his life.

James was the only thing still connecting him to the land of the living, and he didn’t need that sentiment muddied up by his funeral planning.

Plus it wouldn’t have been fair for him to know, James didn’t need another thing to worry about, and Regulus wasn’t going to be the person to give him another.

James worried about him anyways.

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Tysm for making it to the end and I hope you liked it :) (James saved Regulus by the way and everything was fine no more sadness)

Have a nice day and night !! 🌸

#marauders #marauders fanfiction #regulus black #james potter #stiles stilinski #fanfic writing #writers on tumblr #writing #givemearock

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waitingformyfavoritesongs · 1 year

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2 January 2023 5:47 am pdt

I think I would probably marry a gay man if I could at this point. They might be more decent than ... incubus and incubus friends. I actually was asked once by a gay guy. he randomly said it and it seemed like a joke. And it probably was. And then he asked me if I wanted to move in with him, and I had the sudden feeling of wanting to but he lived far and I wasn’t ready to move away from home 🏠. Now he doesn’t talk to me anymore. It’s ok though. If I find another gay man who feels like home 🏠 and he wouldn’t mind taking care of me in my current state, but I would have to play the waiting game to see if he’s REALLY gay. And I could trust him. Now I have trust issues. It’s harder for me to trust after what the incubus and incubus’ friends did to me.

I was going to write ✍️ type a lot of stuff but I think incubus interfered with the post I edited. 😖😭😖😭😖😭🥵😤🥵😤🥵🥵🥵 he’s making my fingers shorter 😖😞 he made all my toes short and did weird painful things to my feet 🦶. I foresee my death ☠️ soon. 😖😫😭

there was one gay guy I probably could have trusted but he died 2019 😞 he was smart and ironically lost his virginity to a girl 👧 which was something my sister joked about. He played football 🏈 I think when he was young. He had beautiful green eyes 👀. I met him when I was in high school 🏫. Unfortunately he also scared easy from me when I asked if he believed in vampires 🧛‍♂️ Bcz he had a whole strand of garlic 🧄 under his dresser. Maybe 🤔 I was trying too hard to be enthusiastic 🤩 and he was like wow. But he still talked to me. The re was a time I tried too hard. I had a lot typed out but the demon lord made the post button grayed out. 6:07 am pdt

now I’m scared 😱 of a lot of people. Didn’t realize a lot of things. And I am acknowledging the possibility of something that I didn’t realize existed. Feels bizarre. Makes me feel like the world 🌎 ain’t safe. It’s frightening. Incubus. I might have been oblivious to it. Focused too much on my own 🤕 mistakes and problems and self loathing, that I didn’t realize that there was and is a bigger threat: incubus. If he’s raping my 20 year old cousin and trying to kill me which I feel he partially succeeded in doing to me this week, it’s unforgivable. 43 year old incubus, there are many men closer to 20 years old than you are. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ how many decent non incubus men you killed off so you can hoard younger women for yourself, many that my cousin could have been happy with, and a bunch of other women, it is unforgivable. Incubus, your mom should not mislead you. I really find different dancing more attractive and different faces than incubus face. He not my type what can I say. 6:19 am pdt.

6:36 am pdt The thing is, whenever I make an argument against an incubus he punished me. He tore at my top right side gum a minute ago. He is difficult for me to win a n argument against. Best thing to do is don’t talk to him. For me at least. He doesn’t care for me. He flip flops 🩴 when he has something planned to use me I guess and then usually I get punished. Trying to figure him out. If I don’t believe him whatever way he wants me to believe in the moment he punished me. It’s all about what is convenient for him I guess. But I think 🤔 we had reached a point of no return and I tell it to him, I tell him I believe he is going to kill me, and then for some reason I forget! Even in the middle of the punishment. My brain 🧠 keeps going back there @_@ this dangerous. He almost killed me a lot these past 5 years. Abusive. if I were a n incubus what would I feel and think? Would I still strike a balance and acknowledge that... what is the belief what is the truth I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ anything did I ever know? Does inbreeding matter? Is it possible to make new humans from inter species cross breeding??? So bizarre ! Is he having sex with a horse 🐎????? Is he raping cousins and sisters??? Where does he draw the line????? Does he want to make babies 👶 with every woman 👩🏻 on the planet 🌎????? Does he think 🤔 everyone needs his genes 🧬 for the human species to be more attractive??? I am trying to understand but he’s got a weird façade. So weird!!!!!!! 😱. 6:51 am pdt I am not used to knowing that this creature exists!!!! 6:52 am pdt

6:55 am pdt I have a hypothesis that the demon lord made himself more attractive than he really is, and he intentionally made other people less.attractive than they really are. Similar to the stories of witches... changing people... 6:58 am pdt

7:55 am pdt the way he’s been to me, had been monstrous. He is truly a dangerous.... monster. I don’t know how such a cruel human could have come into existence. Where did he come from??? Which animals did he evolve from??? 😰he’s really frightening me. 7:58 am pdt

the way he’s been damaging me and my brain 🧠 I wonder if he really cares if I will remember him? How far he will go to destroy my memory completely. He grated poured acid roasted stabbed cut my brain 🧠 a lot. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ why we allow him to have such powers. He seems to be the real monster. A monster with power. Do all monsters have power? How many are there? 1% or more? Been many years yet we still allow it????? 8:03 am pdt

I hoNestly believe he is the worst. 8:04 am pdt I don’t think he stands for anything he puts online except for unlimited sex with unlimited women for himself . Is this healthy??????? 8:06 am pdt 8:10 am pdt did the real god make a mistake and lost their power to a cruel monster because she trusted the wrong man???? 8:11 am pdt is incubus in reality an ugly hairy beast who is hiding his real face?? 8:12 am pdt and body??? 8:13 am pdt have we all been fooled??? How many are like him????? Are there women like him too????? 8:14 am pdt is he the type of... creature to throw away people who are not like him under the bus 🚌??????? We don’t know the things he’s been doing to us manipulating our bodies and our minds for this long!!!! He’s probably been poisoning us!!!!! 8:16 am pdt what do we do!!!!!????????! 😱😭🥵😤😖😭

10:35 am pdt I think he burned too much of my body the last few days inside. I don’t know the extent of the damage but I felt a lot of over powering heat spread a lot inside especially the right side. I don’t trust him I am scared for my life! 10:37 am pdt 😖😤😭😞😫😩 I’ve never burned anyone like this. I think I remember not flushing sometimes. Maybe I messed up when I was a kid. 10:39 am pdt would have been my mom or sister and they haven’t complained recently! 10:40 am pdt I think I threw a light ball at a baby 👶 once when I was 7th grade but he was fine! I did not hear 👂 anyone complaining of bruises! He was fine and happy the same as always that I could recall. He even did a humping movement over a girl toddler and the son of the daycare lady cheered him on! He was normal! I was going to message the daycare lady’s daughter to check how he was doing if she kept in touch but the incubus wouldn’t let me! I could not find her contact info again! The incubus wants to hold it over my head as if some grave consequences happened but I remember I seen him for a while and he was fine! He seemed smart! 10:45 am pdt the incubus made someone punch me in the head with a lot of force 2-3 times (I mentioned it in a previous post) and it probably did far worse damage to me than I did to anyone.. I for some reason didn’t think twice about it probably because he was okay? I do have issues with my memory but I think he was ok, but I was willing to check but he wasn’t willing to let others help me get in touch with her so I can double check bcz I had started to worry about it. I also fell from a tall bar 6+ feet estimate high into tan bark before 4th grade photos, also probably did far worse damage to me than I did to anyone. After my parents separated me and my sister fought over my Barbie doll and the neck broke. I got mad at her, which I should not have, and I still had the very thin cardboard box 📦 the doll came in that was probably pink with a half plastic inside that all Barbie doll boxes are to see the doll on display on the shelf. I ddon’t remember it being thick, or corrugated. I raised the box 📦 and before I could hit her with it she started crying. Before this, I don’t really have any memory of hitting her. I even wrote a book 📖 report for her and her teacher ms fisher called me into the classroom to tell me she needs to write ✍️ it herself. 2nd grade? Shared my color pencils and color markers with the whole class. I drew I maybe also drew or colored roses 🌹 for classmates during one class day.

(#3 cramps 😖 11:02 am pdt coughing and back HOT 🥵) I hope 🤞 I didn’t hurt anyone. I did some things wrong that I regretted and got scared 😱 that I would do something wrong again so I stopped doing a lot of things including dating. I’ve been celibate since I was 25 years old. Most of my s*xual experiences have been not satisfactory; and any and all s*x including f*repl*y were with young men close to my age. There are things I did wrong and I thoroughly regretted each thing I did immediately afterwards. I think almost anything I ever did wrong was seen by someone else such as my mom, other kids who are most possibly outspoken and old enough to make comments, or there were hundreds of people around to see (in daylight, a time everyone can easily see (added 3:30 🕞 pm pdt)). I would be surprised if something I had done resulted in something bad and no one tracked me down and confronted me for it. I have had a lot going on with me. After I stopped going to school 🏫 I stopped driving. I had prayed to god to not hurt anybody and that he would let me pass bcz it looked like god controlled traffic one time. I think it was the same year I got bit; and drank alcohol 🍷 with my sister in New York and with the Sagittarius ♐️ incubus friend - who I am starting to wonder 💭 if is an incubus, too. And alcohol 🍷 damages the brain 🧠 dr amen 🙏 said. I got drunk 🥴 2 times that year, felt mute? Shy ? After the first time and felt nauseous the next morning the second time and I was bit in the neck possibly too close to the jugular and again same night by a different person, which was alarming too but not as dangerous as the first? And I had previous head trauma multiple times before that. I m really scared of people now more than ever. It didn’t occur to me until recently that there are way more sinister/devious people in the world 🌎 probably bcz I didn’t watch enough news 📰 and my learning disability, and probably in danger of anemia each heavy period day so that cannot be good for the brain 🧠 either. I was also almost run over by a middle aged woman in an older car 🚙 when I was going to get my hair cut august 2015. I don’t think I ran anyone over. Karma usually gets me back worse then I did to others, so hopefully 🙏 that means I’m in the clear! 11:29 am pdt the re was another thing I wrote earlier but the incubus wouldn’t allow me to post it, another regret. I’m hungry 😖😞🥵😤🥵😤 11:34 am pdt

I was only trying to change font on the line I added: in daylight a time everyone can see. Added 3:30 🕞 pm pdt 3:35 pm pdt 3:38 pm pdt I started realizing the incubus is toying toy 🧸 with my mind/beliefs I believe I’m being gas ⛽️ lit 🔥. I think he is killing me. He wants me to always be in fear and he’s editing everything and not allowing people to see the truth. 3:41 pm pdt does anyone else see my writing ✍️ typing???????? Help!!!!!!!! 3:42 pm pdt

6:57 pm pdt incubus put acid 😖😭😞 on my vag again. I think he’s gas ⛽️ lighting me on radio 📻 station too. I wonder if anyone else hears it on their radio 📻. I NEVER hurt anyone’s genitalia before that I can recall. I only touched penis (of young men close to my age 7:22 pm pdt) with my hands and mouth 👄 and undressed vag. I f I hurt someone’s 🍆 or balls it was an accident. I’ve accidentally hurt my own vag b4. 7:03 pm pdt. You say I am loved 🥰 when I can’t feel a thing... I believe 📻🎶🎼🎵 Lauren dagle brain 🧠 washing to me. To believe when they do contradictory things. PAIN & roasted/toasted toast 🍷 2 feeling I’m dying 😵. Trickery. I don’t like such clowns 🤡. 7:08 pm pdt

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awesomejustgotawesome · 2 years

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The opening was... not great. Honestly felt pretty distasteful. Like if we had seen Paul Walker’s Brian die in a car in F&F7 or something. It just came across as awkward. Maybe if it had opened on the funeral, but that scene beforehand just felt bad.

But then skipping to the ending, while I still think it’s a mistake to just throw a character like T’Challa away, they did a decent job doing it at least. Like it did make me feel kinda fine about it, and the introduction of his son I imagine is to have him became BP years from now so like they still get a T’Challa to use. Which seems like such a long con but whatever.

The film itself was magnificent, like the MCU typically is. However I was correct in thinking it was gonna feel like there’s no main character. Almost the whole film felt like it was just a supporting cast. I know Shuri was supposed to be the main character but it never felt that way until the very end. It was weird. However of speaking of Shuri, wow. Letitia was amazing in this. And her character arc made for a good film, certainly. The whole third act was so fantastic.

Also I haven’t read Ironheart in the comics much, so I don’t know the character well, but I was kind of expecting Tony to be referenced at least? Like she builds her own Iron Man suit right? Is Iron Man not the inspiration for her suit in the comics? I thought it was for some reason. Thought that would have been nice but maybe I’m just mistaken. edit: the one government guy calls it an Iron Man suit and that’s it lol.

And I was pleasantly surprised to see Valentina in this, was wondering when she’d pop up again that was nice.

Another thought during the film was it sucks that Shuri had to be dusted otherwise this would have been a perfect story to be set during that 5 year gap. That would have worked so well. But heck, even putting T’Challa in a seemingly permanent coma the whole film would have worked a lot better. Could have told pretty much the same movie, except for the exact extent of Shuri’s emotional state at the end. Just a shame they went this way with it, getting rid of such a beautiful character so early.

But yeah good movie, good story, good characters, good everything else.

#matt babbles #black panther: wakanda forever

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thewritingginger · 2 years

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Thank you @bloatedandlonly for requesting this! :3

(Reader is Hera’s daughter ) P.s. Not thoroughly edited so plz mind any mistakes :)

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: Apollo x Fem! Goddess Reader Word count: 3.3k+ words Warnings: 18+, Dubcon, Stepcest?, Neck holding / choking, Dirty talk, Oral sex (M! receiving), Vaginal penetration, Spanking, Rough sex, Degrading & name calling, Spit, Slight Overstimulation, No aftercare, Possibly inaccurate mythology

Enjoy ~

Every day with them was aggravating, especially with Mr. Golden-boy around. You never understood why people gravitated towards him for any other reason than him being Zeus’s bastard son, just like the rest of them.

Growing up having to see Apollo and his other illegitimate siblings everyday was just a constant reminder of the mockery Zeus had made of your mother.

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“Watch where you’re walking, Bastard.” You spat, bumping into Apollo as you walked down the hallway.

“I can say the same to you, Y/n. Last time I checked you weren’t blind.”

“You truly are the worst of them.” You say, turning on your heel.

“You aren’t in any position to make such judgments. You think you’re so great because of your horrible mother.” Forgetting where you planned to go you stomped up to the blonde. You swing your hand to strike his face and he catches your wrist in his firm grip. You let out an annoyed huff as you pulled your hand away.

“You’re insufferable.” Your eyes burn with fury. On a regular day you can brush him off but after the week you’ve had you can’t take another bump in your path, especially one in the shape of the pesky sun god. He crosses his strong arms over his chest with an amused titter. By the Gods you despised everything about him.

“And you’re some gift to the world, are you?”

“At least I wasn’t a mistake. Your father selfishly fucked you into exsistence, absolutely humilitating my mother.”

“Maybe if she weren’t such a cold hearted bitch he wouldn’t have had to seek someone with a beating heart in their chest.” He tilts his head as you flare your nostrils.

“Oh is that what your whore of a mother had, a warm heart? The last time I checked, that's not where bastards are made?” That got to him, a smirk curves the corner of your lips as you see the effect your words had on him. His jaw stiffens in place as he stares you down, taking a step closer to you.

“You know, you’re just like Hera and with the way you behave you will end up like her as well; alone and bitter.”

“Leave my mother’s name out of your filthy mouth.”

“Try me! I’m tired of you walking around treating my sibling’s and I as if we are beneath you.”

“You are beneath me!” With each jab back and forth you each take steps forward, advancing in the anger that grows. Although he is much taller than you, you still hold yourself high with your jaw set and eyes locked with his golden ones.

“I’d watch yourself, Y/n.” His voice holds a silent warning but you’re far from backing down from this asshole.

“Or what?” You taunt. “You’re gonna go cry to your mommy? Oh wait, you can’t cause she’s dead. Fitting for a-.” Before you could finish twisting the metaphorical knife you’ve jabbed at him, Apollo’s hand comes up and grabs your neck and pushes you against the wall before you can register it. He's a fast one, you’ll give him that much.

“Continue that sentence, I dare you.”

“Or what, you’re gonna kill me? We both know you can’t do that, Lolo.” You say sickly sweet, using the childhood nickname his mother gave him.

The smile on your face grows as his grip on your neck tightens. Teeth showing, your tongue runs along them amused by his temper tantrum. It isn’t often you can make him snap like this. It’s always so comical when you do.

Apollo leans his face close to yours, eyes darkened. You can tell he is trying to restrain himself.

“Nothing would bring me more pleasure than to see you put in your place.” His words ooze with malice intent, a new facet of the god you’ve yet to see.

“Wow I didn’t know the great Apollo was such a sadist. Tell me, Bastard, what are you gonna do about it?” Tilting your chin up as best you can in his grasp, your collective breaths intermingling.

Cutting his head to either side of him checking the empty hall he, hand still holding your neck, opens a nearby door and throws you in the unoccupied room. You right yourself in the center of the storage room, stacks of boxes and discarded weapons and armor scattered about. You take a seat on a wooden crate covered in a dusty cloth. You cross your legs as you stare at the angered god with a sweet smile, leaning back on your hands. He only takes a few long strides to stand right in front of you, his large hands uncross and spread your legs for him to stand between.

“Oh, Apollo.” You gasp dramatically. “ I always knew you liked me but unfortunately I don’t feel the same.” You say, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder to push him aside but he catches you by your jaw.

“I thought you wanted to know what I would do to you. Or are you too scared to find out?” His hot breath brushes your cheek as he begins to circle around the back of you, hand moving to hold your neck as the other trails up your hip. “Or maybe perhaps you’re more frightened that you’ll end up liking it.” His breath against your ear, punctuating his statement with a nip to the curve of it. You try to stifle your surprised gasp.

Regaining yourself you free yourself and turn to face him, an arrogant smirk plastered on his lips. You want nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Or what? You may release another sigh or maybe even a moan?” He takes a step forward and you take one back but a crate soon stops the back of your legs. “You’re not as high and mighty as you think, Y/n. You’re just a spoiled little girl that has forgotten her place.”

“Then tell me Apollo, where is my place? On my knees kissing the ground you walk on?”

“Yes.” With more strength than you’ve ever felt him use on you before you’re pushed to your knees before the sun god. His fingers tangle in your hair and pull your gaze back up to his. “You look best on your knees and since you refuse to keep that mouth of yours shut I know a much better use for it.”

As he spoke he pulled down the orange and gold fabric wrapped around his tapered hips. Your mouth slightly ajar as you look back and forth between the god’s eyes and his half hard erection. It’s long and thick with a few veins becoming visible, the tip is pink and leaking precum.

“Is this the only way you can get off, Apollo? By forcing people on their knees for you?” You start to laugh but get cut off by a hiss as he pulls at your scalp.

“Shut up already.” He pulls you towards his throbbing member, pressing the tip to your lips. You refuse to succumb to his will by keeping your lips closed. “Always so fucking stubborn.” Releasing his cock he grips your jaw and forces it open, an agitated cry comes from your throat as he shoves his member in your mouth. He moans at the warmth of your mouth as he starts to pump into your still head. You try to push him away with your hands but it's futile. His tip hits the back of your throat as he begins to use it mercilessly. You hate to admit it even to yourself that you kinda like the sick feeling that is brewing in your belly. Your eyes prick with tears as he forces you to gag on his cock. A dark chuckle rumbles through him as you dig your nails into his muscular thighs.

“Much better -ah- not so tough now, huh?” Your glossy eyes shoot daggers at him as he continues to use your mouth.

When he finally releases you, you fall back gasping. Standing up you wipe your mouth and spit the taste in your mouth at him.

“You’ll pay for this, Bastard.” He looks down at your flushed face.

“Really? It looked like you enjoyed having my cock down your throat.” He leans close to your face once again but rather than anger there is humor and lust in his eyes.

Your uneven breath is sure to have met his ears as you wet your lips. Hatred for him courses through every fiber in you, it’s red hot and burning. It is pooling in the base of your belly. Turning and festering, pulling you closer to him. There is not but an inch of space between you, your teeth bared at this man whom you’ve hated your whole life and just when you thought you’d scratch out his eyes your lips collided with his.

Your nails dig into his bare shoulders as his strong arms lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your breaths are hot and snarled, teeth clashing as you try to overtake the other. Pushing your back to a far wall, your head purposefully hitting it makes you scoff in anger. He plants your ass on a tall crate, the wooden carrier shifts and wobbles under your pushed back form so you tighten your legs around Apollo and tangle your fingers further into his golden locks to regain some stability. Pulling his lips from yours and his head back you kiss down his jaw and neck, leaving a trail of bite marks behind in your wake as well as dragging your nails down and over his shoulders to create red lines over his tan skin. He hisses and moans deeply at your fiendish behavior.

“You just can’t not try to take back what little control you have, huh?” He asks, pulling your hair back. With your neck bent in an unnatural position, you spit in his face again in retaliation. The clear glob splatters onto his chin and chest, as you smile at your work he gives one in return but his is less jovial.

With his hand still firmly twisted into your hair he pulls you from your pertch and spins you around, bending you over till your hands catch you on the box beneath you. He bends your back towards him uncomfortably by your neck as he lifts your skirt and whispers sinisterly alluring things into your ears.

“You look much better when you’re submissive. You can act all you want but you can’t hide how I affect your body.” He says as he drags a finger of his free hand up your wet folds, you try to pull away from him and stifle the moan in your chest from coming out. “Do you fight cause you like it rough, Y/n? Is that what makes this filthy cunt drip? Being tossed around, man handled, forced into place?”

“No, you swine.” You say, mad at his attempts to control you and that fury is made worse by the fact that it’s working. In response his large hand comes down on your exposed asscheek with a loud smack pulling a gasped cry to escape your throat.

“You know you do sound nice when you aren’t mouthing off, such sweet cries you have.” His lips graze your ear and you try to head butt him away but you are bent so far back you are rendered immobile.

“Fuck you!” You say through gritted teeth.

“Oh, is that what you want?” He takes his cock in his hand and starts to coat the tip in your juices. A low growl vibrates through his chest at your wetness and you sigh in return.

“You want to stretch around my cock and be used, huh?

“No, you fucking Bastard. Get off -ah.” You’re cut off by a gasp when he pushes his tip into your aching entrance.

“No? With the way your cunt is sucking me in I think you’re just saying that cause you don't want to admit that you’re nothing but a little whore that wants to get fucked.” His hips slowly sheath himself fully into your tightening walls pulling a reluctant moan that turns into a frustrated cry from you.

“Guh! If you’re gonna fuck me just shut up and do it already.”

Without another word or warning Apollo releases your neck and grips onto your hips with bruising strength and begins to pump hard and fast into your weeping cunt. There was no subtlety to it, from entering to plowing within seconds. The stretch around his girth with no preparation burned in the best way. You hate him but you love how his cock feels moving within your walls, it’s so aggressive and uncaring. His fists knead the flesh of your hips and ass, giving them a few hard slaps.

Wet sounds of fluids squelching and skin slapping fills the still air. His member curves perfectly to rub against your gummy walls, making your knees feel weak.

“Fuck!”

“That’s right, take my cock like a good whore.” His laugh blends into a sulty groan, spanking your already reddened cheek again before pulling you back to stand flush against his front as he pumps into you. One hand gripping your jaw and the other folding your covered breasts. “Moan louder for me.” He says in your ear making your blood boil and your insides squeeze.

“Don’t -ah- don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re any -ah- anything other than a good for nothing Bastard.”

“A bastard that you’re body is just begging to fuck you stupid. Squeezing me so tight, trying to milk my cock for all it has. You’re right -guh- I am good for nothing, much like you’re good for nothing other than taking cock like the slut you are.”

Pulling out of you Apollo flips you to your back. Spreading your legs he dives back into your leaky pussy. A choked moan echoes in the darkened room, surly anyone that walks by the door would hear the monstrosity that is taking place behind it.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist to pull him into you harder. Looking between your bodies Apollo spread your lips apart with his thumb for a better view of his member disappearing into your hole.

“Fuck. You swallow me so good -ha- shit.” He heaves, molten golden eyes carve up your body to meet your eyes.

“Harder! Is that really the best you can -ah- do?” You taunt gripping his shoulder, an open mouth grin spread across your face. Gripping your neck he pulls you close.

“I don’t think you can handle it, besides keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to take that smug smile off your face.” His words hold warning but you press further.

“What are you gonna do? Finally fuck me like a real man?” Your laugh is cut short by a sting on your cheek where Apollo’s hand made contact. Gripping your cheeks harshly, pursing your lips together, he gets nose to nose with you.

“Keep talking like that and there will be more where that came from.”

Throwing you back to catch yourself Apollo grips your thighs and begins ramming into you, pulling you towards him with every forceful jab. His tip is knocking against your cervix over and over making pings of pain shoot up your spine and melt into pleasure. Your head falls back, mouth open with the most obscene sounds coming out. Cupping the back of your head he puts his forehead to yours, forcing your eyes to lock with his. His other hand gropes your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple and giving a few firm smacks. Your eyes almost roll back into your head at his treatment of your body, rough and abusive.

“Look at you moaning like a bitch in heat. To think you were disgusted with me before. Tell me, was that really because of me or were you more disgusted by the fact you wanted me?”

No words are coming from your lips just incoherent sounds and choked curses. You hated him but by the gods was his cock amazing. It stretches you perfectly and hits all the right places. The wonderfully grotesque sounds of his member pumping in and out of your dripping wet cunt. The sound of his balls smacking against your already sensitive and reddened ass. And most of all the gravel and pure animalistic sounds that come from the sun god himself, it all adds to the cacophony of pleasure that is building in your stomach.

Slipping a hand between your bodies you scratch at your neglected bud, inching yourself higher and higher to get the release you so desire.

“Fuck- Keep touching yourself. You want to cum that badly on my cock, Y/N?”

“Yes -ah- Fuck me! Make me cum you Bastard.” He laughs at your feigned disdain for him but he doesn’t deny your request. Burying his face into the crook of your neck with one hand planted next to you and the other holding your hip like a vise, his movements become faster and more erratic.

The two of you are reaching for your peak in each other's bodies. The combination of his throbbing cock pistoning inside your quivering walls and your meticulous fingers rubbing your clitoris is making your end come into view. You push past the painful twisting in your belly and the cramping of your fingers, raking your nails down his back clinging to the man abusing your tiring cunt as you’re overtaken by your orgasm. Your nimble fingers do not lessen in their pursuit of riding your high out. Your body twitches between the added stimulation from the two of you and as your high dwindles down you’re unable to relax with Apollo’s continued movements.

“St-ah-p. I can’t- ah.” You try to protest the overstimulation he is giving you. Pushing at his chest and his steadfast hips give no results. He stands straight, golden locks stick to his forehead with sweat and mask his eyes as he watches his cock pump into your quacking form.

“We aren’t finished till I’ve cum, Sweetheart.”

The pet name is a new one and strangely in your fucked out state you don’t mind it, quite the opposite. Your hands grip his wrists as his hands hold your hips in place as he finishes himself off. Before he busts Apollo dutifully pulls out and strokes himself till his white hot seed splatters across your stomach.

“Ah- Fuck yes- ha.” He lets out a few choked groans and sighs as he strokes himself till his cock is completely exhausted.

The two of you sit there catching your breaths, you on your back with your head propped on the wall and him above you with strong hands on either side of you.

Apollo is the first to move. Walking across the room with his hands on his hips with a huff, to where you started this whole dance, to pick up his discarded loin cloth and you sit up fully using a nearby cloth to clean up his seamen.

“You ruined my dress.” You say with disgust as you try to blot off the white fluid. Apollo can’t help but chuckle at your attitude towards him returning so quickly.

“Already back to complaining I see.” Striding up to you still sat on the wooden box. “After what I just did for you, I thought you’d have some gratitude to give.”

“Gratitude.” You scoff, pushing him away to walk towards the door. “For what? Allowing you to defile my body?” Before you could reach for the door you’re grabbed and pressed against the wall next to it.

“You liked it and we both know it.”

“You’re a good fuck but that’s about it. Other than that you’re scum to me.” You jut your chin up to him with a quirked brow.

“I couldn’t agree more. You’ll continue to be the bane of my existence.” He pushes off the wall from you to leave. “However-” Opening the door he pauses to look over his shoulder with a cocky smirk.

“I might just look forward to the next time you decide to run your smart mouth.”

Imma be honest this was kinda a struggle. I don’t think I've every written angry sex before and it’s showing.

But if you enjoyed this let me know, feedback and interaction are always appreciated!

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How NOT to write romance - How I Met Your Mother edition

Warning: long-ass post and lots of bitterness over a TV show that ended nearly eight years ago.

Basics for story-telling

If the romance you want to write is dysfunctional, fucking embrace it and have fun with the concept instead of pretending the bad shit the characters do is okay because “it’s true love”

Acknowledgde that your main character has flaws instead of acting like he is a saint who can do no wrong for no reason other than “he is the main character. Definitively don’t make him do, of his own free will, the exact exact same things the supposedly “selfish and cruel” womanizer does and then excuse it as him having “succumbed to/been tricked by a bad influece” like he’s child who doesn’t know any better instead of being a grown ass adult.

Don’t make your characters be annoying, entitled fuckers who think they have the right to judge others for wanting different things out of a relationship/not wanting a relationship at all. Don’t act like monogamy, double dates with other couples, marriage and children are something EVERYONE secretly wants deep down.

Don’t demonize the “evil” character of the group and act like the “heroes” being appalled by the shit he does is anything other than hypocricy. There’s literally nothing forcing them to be friends with him, so they’re obviously not as horrified at bad shit he does as they say they are, otherwise they would have ditched him a long time ago.

Don’t have the “heartless womanizer”, who we later find out is the ex-husband of the girl the lead wanted for himself, be shown to us exclusively through the eyes of the an unreliable narrator who had motivation to make him see worse than he is likely to be (get his kids to want him to get the girl instead of the “douchebag”). Also, don’t make his schemes to trick women into sleeping with them so completely absurd and ridiculous that the audience is pretty sure that 70% of the women he banged were completely aware he just wanted a quick fuck and went along with it anyway because they wanted some dick (and because the character is played by Neil Patric Harris, who is incapable of not being charismatic)

Fucking let you characters (especially the supposed hero we’re supposed to think is the best boyfriend ever) grow instead of making them constantly repeat the same mistakes

Lily and Marshall

Don’t make one of the characters hide something very important from their partner, and then have the audacity to be mad at them for “just not understanding” as if they were given any reason to understand what the problem even is

Don’t act like someone being heartbroken that their partner lied to them and practically made a plan to “escape” being married to them means they’re not being “supportive” of said partners dream - you should especially not do that after we were shown that they took a job they didn’t like just to make sure they’d have a secure future that would allow said partner to follow their dream.

Don’t have the character who was obviously in the wrong need to be convinced to get their shit together and apologize to their ex.

If a character forgave the ex who wronged them and even got back together with them, don’t have them constantly hold their past mistakes over their head like it that problem has not already been solved - you especially not make them do that on what was supposed to be their wedding day. They can either forgive their partner or not, they can’t keep going back and forth.

Don’t have them constantly hide important shit from each other (having a huge financial debt, getting a job, etc)

DO NOT have the character who fucked up years prior suddenly be willing to do the same shit again for the EXACT same reason (”I think our relationship is in the way of my dreams and I’m now completely isolated because I refuse to talk things out with you”) and then expect the audience to sympathize with them.

Ted and Robin

Unless you’re writing a Disney/Disney-esque romance, don’t have your lead just look at someone across the room, decide they’re “The one”, imagine their life together and full on say “I’m love with you” AND “I love you” on the first goddamn date.

Don’t have the lead stalk his love interest, and throw three parties in a row just to have an excuse to get close to her now that she made it clear she is not interested in having a relationship with him.

Don’t have the “hero” lie about having broken up with his girlfriend so the girl he wants to be with will sleep with him, and then have him blame his actions on time. “Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” Grow a pair of balls, Ted!

If one of the characters says “You’re going too fast on the whole ‘love’ thing. Can’t we just go on a few dates and see what happens instead of already starting to plan our lives together?” and the others throws a fit, that is called “being incompatible” and “damn, this dude doesn’t respect boundaries”, not “Wow, she’s so afraid of commitment”

If you want the audience to believe the main character’s feelings are not one-sided, don’t make the fact that said feelings ARE unrequited a running joke, and don’t have the girl only accept giving him a chance after having to deal with the fucker whining “But I love you” for months and/or after going through bad break ups. Also, if you have to retcon half the fucking show to “proove” that “she DOES love him”, that pairing fucking sucks.

Don’t compare the couple you want the audience to root for to the main character’s divorced, dysfunctional parents, and don’t have flashbacks showing that the lead had no clue what his girlfriend actually liked in bed AND that she literally covered up his face so she could pretend she was fucking someone else.

DON’T MAKE HER GET RID OF HER DOGS, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!

If your lead character is still jealous/possessive of his ex, thinks he still has a chance even after she told him to his face that she didn’t love him, and acts like she and her fiance (who he says is his friend) being happy is somehow them being selfish and cruel, your lead character is a loser AND an asshole.

Don’t throw away the entire premise of the show (Ted finding the REAL love of his life) just to force a bad pairing down the audience’s throat

Ted Mosby in general

Don’t have your “romantic, sensitive hero” break up with a girl on her birthday through an answering machine, come back into her life without warning years later because he’s afraid he’ll die alone, and find out that she never heard the message but was actually told about it by her friends and family who were at her apartment preparing a surprise party for her. You should especially not make his first reaction to this new be being mad that he was not invited to the party, and for the love of God, don’t make him break up with her on her birthday AGAIN.

Don’t have the “hero” cheat on his girlfriend and excuse it with bullshit like “Nothing good happens 2 a.m.” and “But I genuinely love Robin so it’s okay that I’m lying to both of them”. Do not, I repeat, do NOT have him blame it on his girlfriend being distant when she didn’t pick up the phone one night and then called back the second she was free to do so, while he was enjoying the gifts she sent him and LIED to her about having sent her some as well.

Don’t fucking make an entire episode with the premise of him turning a no into a yes - and telling that story to his children like it’s romantic.

Don’t have his fiance, who he knows has a rocky relationship with the father of her daughter, tell him she is uncomfortable with him inviting his ex to their wedding and then have him decide “This means I should invite her ex as well”. Also don’t expect me to feel bad for him when she runs off with said ex.

Don’t have him spend YEARS waiting for one of the hundreds of girls he thinks is “the one” to be single and even ask her neighbour to spy on her and let him know when/if she breaks up with her boyfriend - again, for YEARS.

Don’t have the lead say he’s gonna tell their kids about his love story with their DECEASED mother, only for it to secretly be an excuse for him to go “By the way, I’m still in love with aunt Robin despite her having rejected me for 25 years, can I go screw her?”

Don’t act like making the characters reverse back into who they were at the beginning at the story means they’re gonna make things work this time when the whole point of their break up in the beginning on the story was the fact that they’re just not right for each other.

Robin and Kevin

A therapist who was supposed to help their patient move on after a bad break up that messed them up, dating said patient is a major red flag. It is also a bad sign that, when she cheats on him and wants to break up, he realized what she was doing to used his job as “evidence” that he knew better and that she should NOT tell her partner how she felt/what she actually wanted.

Do NOT have said therapist date yet ANOTHER patient that asked him help to move on from a bad break up. Seriously, Kevin was a creep, stop acting like he was some angel who “deserved better than Robin.”

BONUS: How NOT to break up a couple - Barney and Robin edition

Don’t act like their relationship falling appart after their friends kept meddling, and even kept them locked in a room against their will until they labeled their relationship as something they aproved of, is somehow “proof” that they’re not good for each other.

Don’t retcon their relationship to force a break up (seriously, Barney was super supportive of Robin long before he even fell in love with her, but I’m supposed to believe he’d be a bad boyfriend who is never there for her? And he loved advantures and always said “challenge accepted”, but was suddenly miserable travelling the world with her and couldn’t deal with not having wi-fi at the hotel? Fuck off)

Don’t spend an entire season focusing on their wedding, have them get married and then divorce THE NEXT FUCKING EPISODE! Why do you hate your audience? Even people who don’t want them together can see this a terrible idea.

And most important of all, when people question what the fuck were you thinking, don’t have a meltdown on twitter and say that people who think Barney can change are responsible for Donald Trump being elected, you fucking weirdo, go see a therapist (that isn’t like Kevin)

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