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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 3 years

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I never expected you guys to like demon Senjuro so much lol I’m really happy to see that like it was such a random impulse thought but the au has a lot of room for growth

In this post Im gonna establish a few things about what happened to Senjuro and Kyojuro in the events between Senjuro’s “death” and the pillar meeting. I will only cover their relationship and a little bit of Senjuro’s relationship with Tanjiro. The others can come at a different post cause this post is gonna be long lol so I put it under cut cause no one really wants a post to flood their dash

TW: Mentions of death (some are children), mentions of cannibalism (If you’ve seen even the first episode of demon slayer and had no problem, you’re fine with this post. This post is slightly not anime only friendly as I make references to an upper moon and I show a manga only panel as of posting this) Shnjuro gets really depressed but luckily there is no attempted suicide

Senjuro Rengoku

- His class was at the bottom floor and they were cleaning the school (I heard thats a thing in Japan if someone has a better idea on what they’re doing feel free to shoot an ask) when they got attacked

- In canon we dont know his age but I’m gonna guess like 12-14 but in the au he is 13 so he was 12 when he became a demon. A rogue demon attacked Senjuro’s class and Senjuro ran to get help and was fatally injured but still managed run to get help as he was given a nichirin sword and even if it didnt change color he must have known breathing techniques at the very least on a basic level and the demon was too preoccupied with some of the teachers and others trying to kill the demon, of course unaware of what it was except for Senjuro

- Upper moon 4 was sneaking around when he saw the all but dead body of Senjuro and demons really dont have standards for turning people into demons so when he noticed he was alive, turned him into a demon mostly so that if he did find any “evil people” (demon slayers) he could use him as his meat shield alongside his personalities

- When Senjuro woke up as a demon (cause even if he was a breath user he was very inexperienced so Hantengu had no problem making him a demon), he had no memory of his life as a human and looked around trying to find a human to satiate his hunger and saw a human in the distance with someone and began to run to them to satiate his hunger when he felt himself being held back.

- The spirit of Ruka Rengoku gently held her son back and instructed him to not eat humans as that’s not something he should do and even if Senjuro couldn’t recognize the woman holding him back, he found himself obeying her and running to go to a place to hide from the sun

- From that moment on for a few day he would hop from place to place whether underneath homes, in caves or any place he could find to avoid being seen and to be shielded from the sun and found himself growing sleepy so in the cave he hid in, far away from the place he was last in, he closed his eyes and fell asleep for a year

- When he woke up, he had unwittingly burnt away Muzan’s control of him and was unsure on what to do when Ruka’s spirit appeared again telling him that he needs to find his way home. Senjuro wasn’t actually listening to a lot of what she said except one thing stuck to him.

- “Senjuro”, he didn’t know what his name was as a demon but the name seem to stick to him and he figured this must be his name (he would of course be correct)

- When he found himself staying with the Kamaboko squad, having been spared despite being a demon due to him not having any form of aggression to them (something they all noticed due to his general demeanor and their enhanced sense) and Tanjiro could smell he hadnt eaten one human and he invited him to join them. He joined Nezuko in her box (she can grow really really tiny if she wants or is tired)

Reference:

Kny chapter 85

- He joined for two reasons: One, he was really scared of people and demon slayers especially so when Tanjiro offered him the chance to be able to be safe and hide he took it. Secondly, he wasn’t sure but the smile Tanjiro gave and his warm reassurance reminded of him of someone, when he thought hard he only saw blurry shadows and got a headache so didn’t try to push it

- Tanjiro did ask him in the wisteria house while Zenitsu was chatting with Nezuko and Inosuke was off being Inosuke about his past and Senjuro told him about his brief meetings with a woman with black hair and asks if they’ve met before as he feels familiar

- This is where he gets the idea that the woman with black hair (Ruka) is his mother and Tanjiro guesses that the person that he thinks is Tanjiro must be his father (right on the first part Tanjiro but wrong on the second lol, you tried)

- He wears a cyan yukata with a new hakama pants as the clothes he was previously wearing was the same bloodstained clothes he wore after turning into a demon and Tanjiro didnt want to leave him in that. Tanjiro thought to get him a gag but the idea made Senjuro uncomfortable so Tanjiro made him swear to never eat a single human

- In Mount Nagatumo, he was too scared to jump out to protect Tanjiro like Nezuko but when she gets sliced up he leaves the box to watch her while Tanjiro fights Rui, unfortunately he is caught in Rui’s webs like Nezuko and was saved from it by Nezuko flames (though it did burn him a fair bit, Nezuko would apologize to him for this later)

- Giyuu doesn’t kill Senjuro cause his resemblance to Kyojuro despite the different clothes and demon eyes is clear to anyone who can see and Shinobu also finds herself hesitating but shakes those feelings off as Kyojuro deserves better than to see his little brother as a demon. Luckily Giyuu stops him and Senjuro runs with Nezuko and Tanjiro but is later taken back to the demon slyer corps by a Kakushi who put him and Nezuko back in their box

- When Sanemi stabbed the box, he moved to try and protect Nezuko but the box was too cramped and they both got stabbed despite his efforts. Later when he tries to bait him with his marechi blood, he’s too focused on resisting the blood and on Nezuko who he had grown to see as a sister to care about the wide eyed looks the pillars were giving him.

Kyojuro Rengoku (I am so sorry in advance Kyojuro simps I put this man THROUGH IT)

- He had just finished a mission and was going to get another mission when a crow he hadn’t seen work in years came flying to him, obviously panicked telling him how Senjuro’s school was attacked and how no one can find Senjuro among the bodies. The crow was Shinjuro’s

- When he hears that, all the kakushi and other demon slayers present would say they had never seen the flame pillar run so frantically, he only stopped to apologize briefly if he bumped into someone while running but the only thing racing in his mind was his little brother who had no weapon to defend himself with. He forced the image of his brother being nothing but a corpse away only thinking about saving Senjuro

- When he reached the school, he forced himself to calm down. Panicking isn’t going to magically bring Senjuro to him so he needs to keep himself in check because with so many people dead, he’s not the only one concerned over the kids

- There were no survivors on the area that was attacked, the police were there investigating the deaths of the many children and teachers, Kyojuro had to spend time convincing the police he was with them and to be allowed to investigate as well

- With no survivors, he heard from the police that there was a blood trail when they got there and he went to find the trail, when he reached the end of it where there were no traces of Senjuro but since the people there were untrained civilians, Senjuro was the only possible person to have been there

- He spent multiple days searching, Mitsuri was at one point sent to check on him and it was clear he was pushing himself, as days passed by, his composure and bright demeanor were crumbling and he started latching onto any lead to at the very least find the body of Senjuro to take back home but it was becoming clear that he would never find it and a kakushi had to be the one to tell him that his body was likely eaten to the bone or eaten and discarded to either rot away or eaten by someone else

- Kyojuro took a week off, not just because of the grief he felt at that moment but because he needed to check on his father and make sure he would be okay, the man didn’t even face Kyojuro when he came in to visit, he forced himself to not cry in front of his father as he tried to talk to the man who couldn’t even say a word and just drank away even as his eldest son tried to talk to him

- Servants were hired to monitor Shinjuro by Kyojuro as he was concerned about his health both physically and mentally but he did notice how Shinjuro never resisted to being taken care of by the people he hired. They reported to him he could be heard muttering Senjuro’s name and even stares at his room for extended periods of time

- When he made his return, he apologized to the pillars for his behavior the past two weeks (even though no one blamed the man, some even said it was okay if he needed more time, they wouldn’t judge) but whenever he was told that he said he had to be strong to protect the weak so he could be someone that could stop families from ending up like his own

- He was far more determined in killing demons, demon attacks had become personal to him now, whenever he saw a demon eating people he found himself wondering what they must’ve thought in the afterlife as the demon desecrated their bodies

- In the pillar meeting, when he was informed of a swordsman who travelled with not one but two demons, he felt disgust as who knows how many humans they could eat. On the way to the meeting, he couldn’t help but notice Shinobu deliberately avoiding him a bit, Giyuu was doing the same but the man never really talked with them much to begin with

- When he saw Senjuro go out of the box with Nezuko, he felt the smile on his face drop and his heart practically sunk to the core of the earth as he saw the unmistakable hair of a Rengoku and the face was so clearly Senjuro’s despite his eyes having a black sclera and his iris and pupil becoming cat like, the pillars had all turned to see if the flame pillar was alright and he could hear Himejima mutter prayers and Mitsuri was on the verge of tears seeing Senjuro alive but as a demon

- He found himself going into denial until Tanjiro, who had been freed as Obanai left to comfort the distressed love pillar, ran and yelled Senjuro’s name and told him to resist his hunger

- “My sister and the other demon with us are different! They would never eat a human!”

- Senjuro was a good kid, he was innocent, kind and a bit on the timid side. He had helped raise him, he knew Senjuro would never want to harrm a fellow human even when threatened.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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two beautiful girls

someone asked for me to try dad!tom again so here's my humble attempt, I really really hope it doesn't disappoint but honestly I didn’t spend a lot of time on it before my brain turned to mush :) hope everyones okay... today seems to have felt particularly shitty for no real reason, but sending lots o love <3

dad!tomholland x reader

Summary: dealing with your daughter while tom’s away is tricky to say the least, but its all worth it when the three of u are reunited again // fluff (and maybe angst if u squint rlly hard)

(I can’t work out where this pic is from to credit but pls lmk if it’s yours/ u know)

Normally, hearing the door turn in the lock of your front door was one of the best sensations in the world. No matter how long Tom had been away for you would always be filled with such a sense of relief and warmth just by knowing he was there. Sometimes it’d be after he left only a couple of hours previous for a two hour meeting; or after a quick long weekend in New York for an event; ranging to a two and half month block of shooting across the globe. Especially since little Nova was born, your longing for Tom was only quadrupled because you also had a complete ‘daddy’s girl’ pining after him too.

Tom had only been away for a couple of nights, yet your 18 month daughter seemed to think she’d been abandoned for months on end. She had slept for less than 6 hours each day and as much as you tried to appeal to her wise and intellectual side (which didnt really exist - she was only 18 months) that sleep would pass the time till his return ; she was having absolutely none of it. Nova kept you up for hours and hours, screaming, screeching and wailing because you weren’t as ‘funny’ as daddy or as soft as her daddy. And what does a sleep deprived baby lead to…? A grumpy baby. She refused to eat which was so awful because then you felt as if you were neglected your child.

It just made you feel a bit of a failure, to be quite frank. The house was a mess - you’d tried almost every toy to cheer her up, which Nova had actually found great joy in launching back at your face in spite. You were a mess too - at one point, who knows when, you had tied your hair back but now flyaways were everywhere as it pulled itself out of the grasp of the too-loose scrunchie. Oh and then there was the babyfood Nova had kindly spat all over your shirt.

It had been a really fun three days.

It was therefore counter intuitive, the fact that Tom’s homecoming only filled you with dread. But you didnt want him to think your were a failure. You were supposed to be Novas mum after all, why must things be so hard when they’re supposed to be all natural and easy? She hadn’t even reached the terrible twos phase yet - that seemed like a far off hellish nightmare you were trying to avoid thinking of. Of course, you loved loved loved Nova - she was already growing up so fast that it actually hurt your heart a little, to think of how much in even a week she’d grown.

But it was still fair to say she’d been a little devil this week.

This evening you had finally managed to tempt her to sit in the high chair, she’d had about two mouthfuls when you heard Tom entering. Thats exactly what you needed, Tom to get her all over excited so she wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t go down and wouldn’t let you rest. In the madness of it all, you hadn’t managed to even attempt to clean up the sea of toys either so Tom would immediately have all your failings before his eyes. Just bloody great.

“Where are my two beautiful girls?”

Like clockwork, he’d always say it and Nova would always gurgle out a “dada” just as she did today. Though this time she kicked her legs in desperation, momentarily looking at you with the kindest eyes she’d given you the week. It was only because she wanted something, you knew that, yet you still gave in. With a sigh you stood up and unclipped her from the high chair, even if this was the first time in a good few days she’d been happily eating her dinner. Or rather, had taken the single first bite.

She had something to show her Dad though. When he’d left she still didnt have certain skills, capabilities that only now she had learnt. Nova was very proud of her knew ability to kick things - recently discovered when you were attempting to put her shoes on to go to the supermarket. Instead, after 5 attempts of her impressively booting them across the room you’d surrendered - Nova walked round the shops barefoot (probably a bit irresponsible on your part but desperation calls).

So now she giggled whilst hurtling through the room, as Tom rounded the corner in grey joggers and a black hoodie. You watched his eyes light up, whilst he knelt down at the door way to welcome your curly haired princess into his arms. With all her force, she barrelled into him , her little arms wrapping as far around his broad chest as she could. Immediately Tom reciprocated, pulling her up into his arms and swaying slightly side to side.

“Hey little one, I missed you!” He was positively grinning from ear to ear as he rose the two of them up , pressing a quick peck to her unruly locks.

Only then did he look up and survey the surrounding situation, you saw him track his eyes through the mess of toys on the floor, over the counter top piled high with dishes you hadn’t got round to doing and the bin that was overflowing because you just had kept putting off taking it out. It was so embarrassing that you daren’t to even look at him, instead focusing completely on mixing the now lukewarm mush you’d made for Nova round the bowl. Tom slowly picked his way through the hazardous floor, inspecting you closely. It honestly made him feel a pang of guilt, the way you looked beyond exhausted and run down - the dark shadows under your eyes only testament to that.

“Hey darling.” He spoke softly, keeping Nova pressed to his chest in one arm while the other went to rub your side. “You okay?” Not wanting to disappoint him, you momentarily collected yourself before looking up at him with the a small smile.

“Yeh I’m good. How was the flight?” You knew Tom already saw past your attempt of small talk, the was his eyebrows furrowed slightly being the tell. But before he could question you further Nova started wriggling round in his hold, making him arch back to look at her.

“Have you been a good girl for mummy little one?” Given your defeated look, Tom was pretty sure he already knew the answer - Nova chose instead of confirming either way to just wriggle some more as she shouted Dada.

“What you doing crazy?” He chuckled rhetorically, bending down to let her out of his hold, where she then dragged him across the room to the foam mini ball she had. With her still slightly uncoordinated gait, she focused her eyes completely on the ball, her tongue slightly poking out the left corner of her mouth. Then with a forceful yelp she smashed the ball upwards and across the room, flying into a closed cupboard door before bouncing down to the floor. Expectantly Nova’s hazel eyes immediately then searched for her Dad’s - a massive smirk on her face.

“NO WAY NOVA!!!” He shrieked, running and scooping her up once again, this time spinning her round so her legs flew out- her giggles enough to warm even the coldest heart of stone. “Your right foot is better than Manes!” He laughed, though neither girl in the room getting the football reference- Tom had long since given up hope of you getting invested in football, no matter how hard he had tried. “You’re gonna be the best little footballer Kingston has ever seen!”

Nova seemed more than fulfilled with his praise, laughing and settling down in his hold whilst he straightened up glancing back at you again.

“She’s learning so fast.” You mumbled up at him and Tom nodding, taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“She’s got a pretty impressive teacher!” He tried so hard to perk you up, nudging your side as his gaze felt as though he was boring holes into you.

Not knowing how to reply to his compliment you left it and the room faded to silence briefly, the atmosphere feeling rather uncomfortable for your marital home.

“Do you mind finishing off her dinner if I take a shower?” You muttered under your breath, wanting an escape.

Naturally Tom agreed, even if he watched you walk out the room with a worrisome expression on his face. He knew his job wasn’t easy for you at all. It had been hard enough when it has just the two of you, the long periods apart bore longer on you. Over the time Tom had been acting, he’d become somewhat used to these long periods of absence, it had just become the usual. But for you? You working a normal job meant it was harder. You couldn’t go on double dates with your friends - half the time you boyfriend was across a sea from you. Now though, with Nova, you’d lost someone you grew to depend on. Yes, it might only be for briefer periods of time but it still didn’t feel any easier. He was effectively leaving you to be a single mother and although his family obviously endeavoured to support you in every way possible. It just wasn’t the same.

So whilst Nova babbled excitedly her mostly gibberish in the highchair, Tom spent the time sweeping round the kitchen/diner , collecting up the toys into their boxes, loading up the dishwasher and wiping clean the surfaces - all whilst entertaining Nova with brief ‘no reallys’?” And “what ! That’s unbelievable’ and “so what did you tell them?” In response to her baby language babble. His fiery daughter was distracted by the food and one sided chat for all of 20 minutes, letting him just about finish up before she grew impatient of some more attention.

“So what did you get up to then little miss nuisance?” He asked while wiping her mouth which was now smeared with her tomatoey gloop.

“Went park. Mummy made cookies!!”

“Cookies? No way can I have one?” He did honestly fancy the sound of a cookie, and after lifting her out the seat and onto his lap he looked round the kitchen in search of the baked goods.

“No.” She giggled with a mischievous twinkle in her eye “all gone!!”

“What?!?”

“All gone! Mummy and me drawed too look!” She pointed out the multicoloured scribble of uncoordinated lines spiralling together that had been stuck on the fridge.

“Oooh that’s beautiful darling what else did you do?”

“Mummy and me played paw patrol! Mummy was silly!” Nova laughed at the memory, Tom squeezing her up into his chest again loving how bloody precious she was.

“Why was mummy silly?”

“She did Ryders voice! Mummy voice is better than Daddy’s!”

“WHAT?!?” Shrieking in offence, Tom tickled her belly until she was squirming on the top of his thighs in fits of laughter, making Tom laugh away too.

He truly loved his beautiful daughter.

It took you a good couple of hours to venture downstairs, feeling for some ludicrous reason that you had to pluck up the courage. When you went down, you assumed that Nova had already passed out or was about to - the house was serene and quiet. So in your joggers and one of Tom’s big tees, you crept back down the stairs. Entering the kitchen first to get yourself a water and Tom a beer ( he never didn’t want a beer, especially after a long flight). As you entered, your feet seemed to loose their connection with you body making you halt jerkily, seeing the almost sparkling kithchen. All the toys and general clutter was gone from the floor; the dishes magically vanished, revealing a counter that you’d almost forgotten had existed. What you had done to deserve Tom was beyond you, yet you were so grateful - and felt a flutter inside your chest as you went back out and into the living room.

Tom had Nova sat on his thighs, though she was more like slumped against his chest as he tried to lull her to sleep with his deep voice quietly reading one of her superhero books. It had been unavoidable - she’d been indoctrinated into the world of Marvel before she could even talk, Tom insisting on wanting her to know that ‘she could be a superhero too if she wanted to’. The Spiderman baby grow, the captain marvel water bottle- the subtle nods to his roles where impossible to avoid in your house. His warm eyes briefly flicked up when he noticed you standing at the doorway, he paused his sentence to give you a warm smile and nod you over to the sofa beside him. Still feeling a little self conscious, you stared at the floor while rounding the table and plonking yourself down next to him - allowing just a little gap of space.

“Thanks for sorting the kitchen, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t worry at all darling” He arched over to you and pressed a quick peck to your forehead before Nova mewled in annoyance of her story being interrupted. He lightly chuckled, bringing the one hand that wasn’t holding the book to brush her unruly curls back off her head.

Tom kept reading in his soft voice and you let your eyes slip close, just enjoying the peace that you hadn’t experienced in what felt like a lifetime as Tom’s voice lightly hummed through your head. That was until Nova decieded to interrupt the calm just once more. She grumbled insistently and squirmed in her Dads lap, before heavily pulling her head up and blinking at you - holding her arms out expectantly.

“Think she wants her mum” Tom whispered, already lifting her over to you as you sat slightly bemused by the whole situation. Tom was home, her daddy was home, why did she want you? Tom laughed at your quizzical face as Nova burrowed her nose into you neck, letting out a contented huff. “My girls huh?”

“I promise you this is the first time this weekend she’s acknowledged me as anything more than mrs truchbull!”

“Well she’s spent all evening telling me about how good you are at baking and how your paw patrol voices are better than mine.” He murmured his words lowly, so as not to disturb Nova who was already asleep on your chest.

“She did?”

“She loves her mum… almost as much as I do” Chuckling, Tom wrapped his arm round you, pulling the both of you down to his chest while you swore your heart was exploding.

“I love you too Tommy”

Safe to say you and Nova were both exhausted, so after an almost shamefully short time your head rested heavier and heavier on Tom’s shoulder whilst he aimlessly carded his fingers through the ends of your hair. You really were an exceptionally amazing mother, before Nova Tom assumed he couldn’t love you anymore and yet seeing you cuddled up to his baby girl - his feelings for you could only grow infinitely. Making the executive decision to not move either of you upstairs to bed, he instead reached over to grab the blanket. He draped it over himself and his two best girls, choosing to stay in that magical moment for as long as possible.

He loved his beautiful family of three.

And tess … Tess too ;)

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #dad!tom #Tom Holland x y/n

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gourdgirlmagazine · 3 years

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Criminal Minds FanFic- The Interview

You step into the elevator and press the button that says 9. You take a step back as the doors start to close and you take a deep breath to prepare yourself for the jolt when the elevator starts to move. The box slowly starts moving to the 9 floor of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit Headquarters.L, 2, 3 The screen shows as the elevator slowly goes up. Today is the interview you have been waiting for ever since the presentation that was held at your college about the bau. You shift awkwardly and adjust your bag, 5,6,7. Ever since then you wanted to become a profiler and today you are finally gonna get a shot at making you dream come true. Although it's not the exact job you wanted, it's the closest you will get. Deep in thought you are alarmed by the ding of the doors before they slowly open to reveal the BAU floor.

You quickly step out before the doors get called to the next floor. You sigh in awe of the sight of the place that you could possibly work at. As the doors close behind you, you start to walk up to the big glass doors that separate the elevators and hallways from the hussle of the offices and cubicles. You pull open one of the glass doors with the bau logo on it and you are hit with the beautiful sound of work. A printer is printing something in the distance. A phone is ringing. People are typing on their computers. An agent is laughing while talking to another agent. And the strong smell of sweat and coffee. You knew you just had to work here.

You were so immersed by the smell, sounds, and sights that you don't see the guy, whose head is stuck in a book, quickly walking to the doors. And you take a step forward, you clash right into him.

“Er um sorry,” he mumbles.

You didn't pick up what he said out of surprise from the impact “Huh? Oh I'm so sorry. I should have watched where I was going. Are you ok?”

“Yah I'm fine. The projectile of our collison was slow enough that it's isn't possible for either one of us to have any physical harm, just embarrassment.” He says. You make eye contact with him and you glance at his id which says, Ried, Spencer which a picture of him slouched and his hair moved to the side. He looked nothing like his picture. His hair was parted down the middle with volume and he was wearing glasses. No to mention the fact of how innocent he looked in the picture compared to the man who you were standing in front of.

“Wow. Way to throw me under the bus.”

“No No No i didn't mean it like that i'm just saying that i am physically fine and you should be too but bumping into someone leads to embarrassment. I know that I am not embarrassed because this has happened to me many times before but from your body langued, I can tell that you are embarrassed or uncomfortable. Can also tell that you are new here”

“How did you”

As he starts to go he touches your lover back to move around you and whispers in your ear, “i can see it in your eyes” And walks away. You inhale and smell aftershave and something sweet but you can't quite put your finger on what it is. “Oh and by the way newbie, Hochners room is 2011”

In shock by your encounter, you recollect yourself and take a deep breath in and out and walk to the room number that was that the mysterious man said- room 2011. You walk up the stairs while being on high alert to not bump into anyone else. Once you reach the room, the door reads, Aaron Hotchner. You knock three times and wait for the sound of approval. Aaron you thought.

“Come in”. A muffled voice says.

You slowly open the door and walk in, closing the door behind you. “Hi Im y/f/n and i am here for the interview to be your new communications coordinator.”

“Ah yes. Please take a seat. Did you bring your resume?” He asks while he pushes the send button on his computer and turns to face you. He was wearing a blue shirt and a green tie. On the shirt there was one spot that wasnt all the way unwrinkle. No wife you thought if he leaves the house like this. Single.

“Yes sir, I did.” you fumble through your purse and pull out the file which you slide over to the agent. “I just finished academy training for the FBI and I am a graduate of Yale with a major in cognitive science and phycology and sociology and I minored in forecnics and was at the top of my class.”

He cuts you off “Okok no need to show off. I can tell you are very ambitious and that you are a hard worker. That is something that the BAU wants. Our last coordinator was ambitious just like you. She sadly had to be transferred so our digital analysis has been taking over but i feel as though we need an experienced communications coordinator, but i don't see anything about communications on your resume. Tell me more about that.”

“Well I originally was hoping to be a profiler but there were no spots so when i heard that you needed a communications coordinator for a little. I knew i had to try it out because maybe after you can see my skills, you would make an exception to add me to your team.”

“y/l/n, we are looking for someone with experience in talking to the press and police, not a young just out of the academy woman who is successful in school. No disrespect to your desire but if you don't have the experience for this job then you are wasting my time.”

“Wait, I do have experience, i took classes in public speaking and you know by my quick learning and adaptability, that i will do just fine in this job...”

He cuts you off and says “But fine isn't enough at the BAU. Thank you for your time Ms y/l/n.”

“Can you just try?” you fight back the pilling tears and stand up “You said yourself that you had a digital whatever who has been taking over for her and she is a F*CKING TECH LADY. I feel like I can do a lot better than that. I am experienced in so many other things that it would be a big opportunity to pass up.” then the tears release and you start to cry.

Hotchner is speechless and has no clue what to do now. He awkwardly passes over a box of tissues and clears his throat. You reluctantly grab a tissue and wipe the stream of tears away and grab another one to blow your nose. You take a second to catch your breath before making eye contact with Hotchner as he straightens his tie in discomfort. “Not an emotional one, are you?” you smirkingly say sarcastically.

“Most people say i have an aloof, grim or distant personality.” He says.

“Oh sh*t Im so sorry.”

“Watch your profanity, Ms y/l/n”

“Sorry. Um but anyways, I apologize for crying, I am just a very passionate person who strives to reach their goals and i didnt want this opportunity to pass. I am 100% sure I have ruined it all for yelling at my potential boss and then sobbing. What a great first impression. Way to go y/n”

“Well beside that fact that you were yelling, you did make some valid points. I was being a little bit biased and unfair for letting our digital analysis take the spot for a while and not giving you a chance. I too am very passionate about my dreams and one of my dreams is to have a working team and I too don't want to have my opportunities slip. How about we make a deal because I like your work and your passion. Tomorrow we have a briefing for a new case, you can sit in and watch but try to keep it low-key. After you give me a profile on the unsub and how you will address the press and police on what things to look out for. If all goes well, I would like it if you come along with us. You and our digital analyst will work together to notify the press and police and so on. Does that sound good?” Hotchner says.

“That would be better than anything. Thank you for giving me a second chance and giving me this wonderful opportunity. I promise I won't disappoint you.” you say.

“I hope not. In the meantime i think it would be helpful for you to meet our tech analyst, Penelope Garcia.” Says Hotchner as he stands up from his chair and you follow him out the door of his office.

Thank you so much for reading. You can probably tell that this is my first time but hopefully it wasn't that obvious! I will work on part 2 if you want but this is also the beginning of something new so I think this sort of needs a part 2 and the story is a long way from finished. We haven't even meet our favorite techie, Penelope Garcia! Good Night.

#criminal minds #Spencer ried #fanfic #ssa hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #cm #matthew gray gubler #hehe #akward

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minichedders · 5 years

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high stakes 0.1

bodyguard!tom holland x reader

Your small black heels clicked against the wooden pleated floor, echoing in the empty, white hallways, pictures of you and the family spread across the wall every so often, in between pieces of expensive art pieces and photography canvases. The white dress you were wearing blended in with the white, light hallway, your skin shining and glowing against the composition, complimenting your bright eyes and hair. The familiar dark red oak door came into your view as you huffed, tucking in your hair away from your face, the faint beating of your heart skipping every so often you had no reason to be nervous, but the sudden urgent texts and calls from your father had always worried you, especially with the fact that his security had almost tripled since the last time you visited.

Three light knocks landed on the door, your palms slightly clammy and shaking as the reached for the handle, twisting gently, emphasising the faint squeak it gave off, and the moaning of the great oak double doors. The first thing you noticed was your father, dark suit, dark facial features and his slumped body language, his age and tiredness practically flooding the room's atmosphere, and you almost cried at the sight of him. The second thing you noticed, was the man in front of you, how hadn't turned toward you, so all you could see was his dark brown curls, his tall stature and position in the office chair, if you hadn't known any better, you would assume your father was in a meeting but you had been cleared to come inside.

“Hi Daddy,” You said, walking around the large dark desk, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your fathers cheek, rubbing your thumb against his skin gentle whilst giving him a loving smile as he looked up at you, and all you saw was a broken puppy, lost and tired, which broke your heart.

“Hello sweet pea, please sit down,” You father replied, motioning to the second office chair placed next to the stranger. Now you had a good look at him, and it took your breath away, his dark eyes where solely focuses on you, building your nerves as they looked you up and down. You walked over, sitting down next to him, trying not to keep close o the intoxicating smell that leaked off the man's body.

“What's going on dad?” You asked, you fingers fidgeting as you bounced your foot up and down, tapping against the floor rhythmically.

“Sweet pea, this is Tom, your new appointed bodyguard,” Your father said, nearly choking on his words as he watched your face fall, confusion, shock and little anger fell over you as you stayed speechless.

“Since I have merged with another business we had to make a lot of changes, I have received multiple threats, which doesn't bother me, but now they are using you as a target as well, so I need to keep you safe,” You dad started, and every so often, your eyes would travel form your father to the man next to you, who had been looking at you since you sat down, making you feel slightly nauseous. "So, Tom will be staying with you until we can eliminate the threat,"

You sat for a while, both your father and Tom looking at you, waiting for your reaction as you stayed motionless. You blinked multiple times over, trying to calm your swirling mind, making you dizzy, shaking your head slightly as you looked at your father.

"He's staying with me?" Dad, have you really thought this through? It cant be that serious, I can look after myself," You said, turning sour as you hear Tom scoff beside you, causing you to look him up and down with a dirty look on your face; you must admit, he was beyond attractive, but a bodyguard. Really?

"Yes, until I can be sure you are safe on your own, you need to be nice to Tom, and do anything and everything he tells you too, I'm sorry sweet pea," You father said, and your bitterness built up; you didnt want a stranger living with you, just when you had gotten to the routine of being by yourself, walking around in basically nothing whilst eating a shit ton of pot noodle, now you had to wear clothes and cook meals for you both.

"Don't even fucking bother," You sighed, standing up and leaving. You flooded with guilt as you remembered your fathers face, but you stood your ground, walking down the same hallways and making your way back to your car, saying hello to the familiar security and maids that roamed through.

Before you could even pull open the car door, it slammed shut in front of you, Toms body coming into view before you as you rolled your eyes to the heavens.

"Seriously? I can't even drive?" You scoffed, shoving the car keys harshly into his chest as you rounded the car and made your way to the passenger's seat.

"Why are you so against this?" Tom said, staring the car and pulling ou the gravel driveway.

"Normally the security doesn't talk to the client, just saying," You remarked, thinking about all the films and book you had studied, where the security guards took place in the background, but then in your previous experiences, you were always close and friendly with the staff your father hired.

"What about Princess Diaries? Don't they fall in love" Tom said, laughing to himself as you ignored him. You were surprised, he didnt seems like the kind of guy that would watch cheesy chick flics, but here you were. The short car journey was filled with silence, it was uncomfortable, biting away at your skin as you watched the familiar scenery pass you by. You had always stayed close to your father, mainly because of his guilt-tripping about abandoning him, but this way the only way you could be your own person and grow up, which your father also resented.

a mix of anger and anxiety coursed through your veins as you got out of the parked car and into your house, disregarding any emotional or physical response Tom had to your brisk actions. It was unnecessary for him to be here, to live here, you had always received a threat and you didnt understand why this was any different. But you sighed again at the recurring image of your ill father.

Once you opened the door, you threw the keys into the bowl beside the entrance, the jingle and crashing making you wince at the scurring silence. You could feel Toms presence behind you, hear his breath in and heavily breath outwards again, and you could hear your heartbeat racing faster than electric; you knew that no matter how hard you could try you wouldn't be able to ignore him, or his insanely good looks.

You gave him a brief tour of the apartment; showing him the kitchen and bar, the living room and how to work the controls of the room and of course his bedroom and en-suite, and you wished he would settle in and keep to himself for the most part; but you knew it was wishful thinking.

“Wheres your room then, sweetheart?” He said, his gorgeous frame leaning against the door frame, arms folded and a sly smirk on his face, looking you up and down as you rolled your eyes. You wanted to bite back and tell him to shove it, but you decided it wasn't fair; this was his job after all, and it was only to protect you.

“Down the hall the left, and don't you dare even think about coming in uninvited or without knocking or ill have you fired before you can even blink,” you said, a flirtatious hint somehow ending up in your meant to be threatening sentence, you huffed again and left, feeling his deep brown eyes stare at you as you walk away, locking yourself in your bedroom and falling dramatically on the soft, white silk sheets.

It felt odd to you, having someone in the house that you can't really treat as a welcomed guest, but not a staff member either; Tom was now a permanent residence in your home, and that would take some getting used too; you now had to be careful around your own home, not wear, do, say anything to risque or harsh, not sing in the shower to your hearts content, go to the toilet with the door open, lay in your underwear on the balcony recliner, all the small things you now couldn't do with Toms company. You decided that this may be a good thing though; there was no doubt in your mind that Tom was attractive, unbearably so, but this meant that you had no control of your action, you will either act like a nervous prick who can't stand up for herself or become a mean, walls up, closed off person with anger issues; really there was no telling what could happen.

But for now, you grabbed your favourite book and changed into your pyjama shorts and a crop top, even though it was around 3pm, and sat on the balcony recliner, to induld]ge oni some much-needed vitamin d.

Tom found it amusing, the way your eyebrows and nose would furrow and scrunch up to read the words on the cream white page, and how he could tell how interesting the book was by the way your facial expressions contorted with each paragraph or so.

He found himself watching you intently, his eyes being drawn to you and your figure; he was stunned that he was going to get paid this huge sum of money every month to look after some rich mans daughter; although he felt guilty that he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to fuck her senseless ever since he saw her.

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#tom holland #tony stark #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #harrison osterfield #bodyguard!AU #bodyguard!tom #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shots #MCU

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weareallfallengods · 5 years

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E.M.Pathos - Chapter 1 - Anticipation (new WIP, unedited)

Jenny was nervous.

First the first time in a very very long time, she was actually nervous. Not apprehensive, not cautious, not anticipatiory, not fearful. Just straight up nervous. For her it was an unusual experience.

It wasn't the tests coming up. No, she'd always strangely enjoyed being tested, measuring herself, having documentation of her own internal competition with herself. No it wasn't the tests. Or was it? She was actually quite excited to be part of this new program, to have been selected for the second round. So what was it?

She looked around the small, sterile waiting room for the hundredth time. 'Waiting room? More like hastily converted scientist's broom cupboard is more like it,' she mused. Stark white plastic chairs with no padding made her shift in her seat again.

"They could have at least had some out of date 'zine's laying around," she muttered. "I mean what self respecting doctor doesn't have dozens of magazines that are like 5 years old just laying around?"

"Well for one thing, there's not even a coffee table to put em on Jenn-o. Which only makes the lack of coffee even more noticeable."

Trust Dax to complain about missing his morning fix. It didnt seem to matter how far from home they got, he always seemed to find a way to make coffee. Like that one time on Estoc Prime. Jenny shuddered at the memory. That one had been close. A little too close for any sort of comfort. She hadn't been able to look a cup of coffee in the face since then. Ok, sure, poisoning the commander of the ship that had hijacked them with espresso had been a stroke of genius from Dax, but it still brought back too many unpleasant thoughts; not something she needed today of all days.

'Breathe. Just breathe. Dont think about that right now.'

Dax winced. "Sorry Jen-o. I'm just a bit nervous and having to go off caffeine entirely's made me a little spacey."

"Don't worry about it Dax, I understand. We're both a little jittery right now. You have any idea what to expect this round? I mean, last time, they were just like following me around for months with a bunch of weird cameras and asking a bunch of questions. Idk man, just wondering how this whole 'in-depth examination' thing is going to play out."

"Yeah, don't worry about it too much ay. She'll be right. We always are."

Jenny exhaled deeply again. Her mind was working overtime due to the lack of anything to hold her attention at all. There weren't even any cracks or motes of dust to stare at mindlessly to pass the time.

"Stop chewing ya nails- you're gonna end up with hands like a Thraxian if ya don't cut that out."

"I'm nervous, Dax. Nervous. Me! Actually nervous. I dont even know why I'm here, much less how both of us got in, what they're going to be doing, whether I'm actually qualified, or any clue what any of the probably thousands of ways I could fuck this up somehow are."

"You worry too much. Over-sensitive, you are. Always have been. Then again, maybe that's why you made it to round two."

They fell silent again. This particular waiting room was definitely not conducive to conversation. Being alone in their own thoughts might have been worse though.

Dax started bouncing his leg rapidly. He was nervous too, but not from the unknown. He was more a combination of anxious and bored. Jenny placed a hand on his knee to still him again.

"Ugh, all that study and no one in IGSARC managed to figure out that bored humans are a dangerous thing to leave unsupervised."

"We're not dangerous Dax! Jeez how many times do I have to tell you to stop buying into the hype and stereotypes?"

"Oh so you think IGSARC got funding for this second round of research just because they were curious? Nah, somebody on the Council is worried. Or hoping to find an advantage. Something. IGSARC found something they weren't expecting to find, and stereotype or not, I'd wager a month's ration of beer that they're either scared of us, or wanting to exploit us."

"God Dax, you're so negative! Maybe you really do need coffee to survive!" Jenny laughed, the bright sound tinkling around the small room they were ensconced in, brightening the mood instantly.

"Haha, yeah, you're probably right Jen-o. Ahhhh I'm just tired waiting is all! You always know how to make me feel better though.

Jenny smiled at her best friend. They'd been through so many things together, from the first day at the Merchant Academy when she'd accidentally stepped on a Lorathian cadet's tail and nearly started an intergalactic incident when her rush to apologize ended up with her hands in what were for Lorathians, very inappropriate places. Even just thinking of that still made her blush a tiny bit, even if it did make her smile.

Dax had totally saved her bacon on that one, with his smooth talking, good looks and dazzling charm. The accent probably helped too. Not many actual Australians seemed to be out and about in the galaxy, and she had to admit, the combination of his dark brown skin, beach-blond curly hair and brilliant smile were the perfect combination to be disarmingly noticeable. He'd managed to get the Lorathian talking, and eventually the two sauntered off, Dax with his arm around the other, headed to the Canteen. They'd been fast friends ever since.

'That was such a long time ago now,' Jenny, lost in her own thoughts again sighed. 'Well, it seems like it was a long time ago anyway.'

"How long's it been Dax? Since we met, I mean. Seems like I've known you forever."

"What? You forget me that easily? I'm insulted!" Dax laughed easily. "Probably about as long as we've been sitting in this damn room."

"So what, 5 years?" Jenny chuckled.

"Sounds about right. Fuck we were so much younger then."

Jenny punched him. "Hey! Speak for yourself!"

"Hahaha gotta get the dig in when I can Jen-o!"

Just then, right as she was cocking back to punch him again, the near-invisible door to the room hissed open.

The IGSARC representative did not come in. Their face was obscured by the doorframe, but the clipboard they held was dwarfed by the massively long fingered blue hand that clutched it to their chest like a child's treasured toy.

"I apologize for my tardiness, it was unavoidable. Also, please forgive the sparseness of the accommodations at the moment, our study is only just getting started." The alien scientist had bent down to be able to see into the room better while speaking, and now Jenny and Dax were able to see them properly.

"Ah where are my manners! I apologize again, we are all just so excited about this newest phase! Let us introduce ourselves properly, so if you would be so kind as to step out here, as I am sure it would become even more uncomfortable in there were I to attempt entry."

"We should've just waited in the damn hallway," Dax muttered to Jenny as they stepped out into the large corridor that stretched along the top deck of the starship.

The view from the glass that looked out into the neighboring nebula from the floor to ceiling glass on one side was truly breathtaking. Or at least, it would have been, had Jenny not been short of breath already, due to the nervousness from earlier slamming back into her like and old earth freight train. The momentary reprieve from it, courtesy of Dax, evaporated as quickly as liquid nitrogen on Mercury. He was right though, the hallway was wide enough that they could’ve driven their ‘spacers to the meeting, parked in the hall and still had enough room left for a dinner party. It just made the cramped waiting room seem all the more ridiculously sized.

The scientist caught her attention again as they started speaking again.

“Allow me to introduce myself- I am Doctor Itraxilitanthudinilatz of the IGSARC Advanced Research Division. I realize my name is a bit of a mouthful for most humans, so you may call me Doctor Traxi. Firstly, I want to welcome you to the second phase of a very exciting program! We here in ARD are extremely excited to be working with you for the next 18 to 24 months on this groundbreaking area of research. Since today is the first day of the program, we’ll be beginning with a brief tour of the area of the facility that will become your home, your quarters, and the areas of the ship that will be accessible to you. Unfortunately, due to the highly classified nature of our work here together, as well as the parameters of the research, in order to eliminate any external influencing factors, you will not be permitted access to the entire ship, however, we’ve made sure to include a large array of amenites within the research facility’s designated areas, so you should not feel too restricted.”

Of course, Dax raised his hand.

“Did ya at least make sure there’s a pub in there?”

“Ah. Sadly, at the moment, no, however, being aware of the necessity for many humans to participate in ritual toxification, there will come a stage in this project where that will be made available, but sadly, until we reach that stage, your dietary intake will be strictly monitored, which does include the elimination of any physiologically altering substances, at least for now. But more on that later! We will go over all these things and answer as many of your questions as possible during the orientation period tomorrow. For now, let’s begin the tour!”

As Dr. Thraxi started off down the insanely large corridor, Dax grabbed Jenny’s arm. “Great, first no coffee and now no beer!”

“Yeah I know, you’re torn up about it. OMG Dax, just suck it up for now, you should’ve known what you were signing on for,” Jenny hissed under her breath. “You’re just being a baby about it right now because you haven’t had any coffee for a week.”

“Right, I know, and now it looks like I’m not gonna for ages too!” Dax whispered back.

“Shush and pay attention!”

“...of course this corridor will be off limits due to it being the main concourse connecting the two main parts of the ship. Our section is coming up, which I hope you will find most adequate.” Dr. Thraxi had been droning on for the couple of minutes that it took them to make it about a third of the way down the observation concourse, when they turned to a side hallway, significantly smaller than the main walk, stopping in an alcove facing a large frosted glass door. Dr. Thraxi placed six of his long fingers on a blank section of the wall next to the door, at which point the door frame lit up a pale blue, and the glass slid open silently like some fey portal to another world.

A disembodied voice called out softly, “Welcome back Dr. Thraxi. I have detected that you have guests. Are they the new study subjects?”

“Yes thank you Janet, these are the newest participants in the second phase of our research. Could you please update their files?”

“Of course Doctor. Subject 1, please step forward.”

Doctor Thraxi gestured at Dax, who took two steps forward into the main room.

“Scanning. Linking data files. Subject 1: Dax Fellowes. Planet of origin: Terra Prime. Age: 35. Height: 172 centimeters. Weight: 95.2 kilos. Species: Human. Genetic Sub-group: Aboriginal Scottish Australian. Hair: Blond. Eyes: Brown. Circulatory system: Internal, Pressurized Atrial system. Condition: Healthy. Respiritory System: Dual internal lung. Primary absorbative content: Oxygen. Condition: Healthy. Registering bio-markers. Profile complete. Please state your name for voice-print identification.”

“Uh, Dax Fellowes.”

“Registering Ah Dax Fellowes.”

“Oh wait, hold up, that’s not right, my name’s just Dax Fellowes.”

“Adjusting. Voice print identification for Dax Fellowes saved. Thank you.”

“Stupid bloody machine,” Dax muttered to himself as Dr. Thraxi walked past him into the main area of the lab.

“Jenny, if you could also step forward now so that Janet can scan you as well please.”

She stepped forward into the room, and was instantly too caught up in looking around to pay any attention to Janet’s robotic voice as the scan proceeded. She was too interested in seeing all the other scientists milling about, some lounging and talking in the common area of the room at the far wall, where a window the size of her mother’s old van framed the expanse of deep space, a dark contrast to the low white couches that were currently occupied by several scientists- at least she assumed they were based on the white lab coats that matched what Thraxi was wearing. Off to the side several others were gathered around a couple small tables, chatting and eating. Various posters and artworks were scattered tastefully across the walls. One in particular caught her attention since it seemed to be a hologram representing the birth of a star that was constantly changing and moving in all three dimensions.

“Please state your name for voice print identification.”

The ethereal voice of Janet snapped Jenny’s attention back to the present.

“Jenny O’Rourke.”

“Voice print identification for Jenny O’Rourke saved. Thank you. You both may now access all areas of the lab designated Participant Level 1 security clearance.”

“Excellent! Now that you’re registered in the system, let’s get you acquainted with the areas of our facility that you’ll be using most!”

The rest of the hour long tour went by in a blur- both because listening to Dr. Thraxi was just so monotonous, despite their best effort to be engaging, but there’s only so peppy you can be about showing off chairs and toilets, but also because the reality of what she’d signed up for was starting to sink in, as the more and more they saw of the research facility, the more it became clear that she and Dax were the only visible humans in the entire place. Although the variety of species was astounding, even for a deep space vessel, and that one game of four player multi-dimensional chess looked fascinating, Jenny found herself simply letting the information wash over her.

“...and that brings us to the conclusion of our tour! I hope that the two of you will be comfortable during your stay with us. We all look forward to working with you, and I’ll be introducing you to the rest of the Phase 1 research team tomorrow at 10:00 hours in Conference 3. If you don’t remember where it is, that’s fine, just ask Janet for directions.”

Dr. Thraxi turned to leave Jenny and Dax standing in the middle of what could have passed as a comfortable modern hotel shared suite lounge, his clipboard fluttering slightly at the rapid movement.

“Oh hey, one more thing Doc!” Dax called out as Dr. Thraxi stepped through the doorway.

“Yes?”

“Dumb question, but what’s Janet? She a person, a computer, what? I was pretty sure computer, but the responses are pretty personalized.”

“Ah yes, one of our earlier successes actually- Janet, an acronym of “Genuine Artificial Neural Network” is an AI program designed to interface between all of our various systems. We worked quite hard on getting her responses to seem more natural, as well as being able to understand intent over data requisitions.”

“Bonza mate, thanks for the tour,” Dax yawned. “I think I’ll be hitting the sack soon then, been a long day.”

“I understand. Will see you at the meeting in the morning.” Dr. Thraxi stepped back and the door whisked shut.

“What was that about Dax? Like why do you even care what their stupid computer is called?” Jenny was a bit irritated. Bed definitely sounded like a really good option.

“I don’t give a royal shit what their computer program is called, it can go fuck itself and the rest of this program for all I care. I wanted to ask an innoccuous question to see something.”

“Whoa there boyo, why the hostility all of a sudden? I thought you were all pumped for this program, except for the lack of coffee.”

“Yeah well I was excited for it....until the tour.”

“Ok buddy you’re starting to scare me, what gives?”

“I’m not sure- I can’t put my finger on it yet, but there’s something...off about this place.”

“Damn. I wish you hadn’t said that Dax.”

“Why? Oh no! Oh did I just trigger you again without thinking? You ok?”

“No no, that’s not it, it wasn’t you. This whole place kinda started putting me on edge soon as we walked through those doors too. I kinda tuned the doctor out while they were showing us around, but that gave me more time to look around at everyone else here. You notice we’re the only humans in this facility?”

“Yeah. That we saw anyway.”

“Dax. Don’t make this more melodromatic than necessary. But yeah, no other humans. Ok that could be explained away with we’re the first ones in this section of the study. Fine, i’ll buy that.”

“But…”

“Yeah, there’s always a ‘but’. I hate ‘buts’.”

“Bullshit, you love a good butt.”

“Dax! For real! I’m being serious!”

“I know, I know, I can’t help it, you know me when there’s a chance for an inappropriate joke, I gotta jump on it ay.”

“Not the time man. Anyway. I couln’t tell what was setting me off either, but I just got more and more uneasy as we went through the tour.”

“Yeah me too Jen-o. That’s why I asked ol’ Blueberry Slenderman about the AI. I wanted to see if there was a difference between when he was on-script versus off it.”

“And?”

“Did ya notice the darker purpley markings on his hands and neck?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, they change color slightly- they get darker and lighter. I thought I was seeing things at first, but that last bit confirmed it.”

“So what, his skin changes colors a little. Loads of aliens have that.”

“Right, they do, but this one’s interesting, because the minute we walked through the facility doors, he started lying to us. Right up until I asked him about the AI. And even then, he lied about something in that explanation of what it is.”

“Well duh, of course he was lying- probably not our definition of it though; if his spots react to deception like our pupils do, it could’ve been a reaction to the fact that there’s a lot more going on here than he was covering in the tour, a lot of it’s classified, and a lot of it he’s saving for tomorrow! Doesn’t mean he’s like lying lying.”

“I hope you’re right Jen-o. I hope you’re right.” Dax sighed. She was probably right. She usually was; Jenny had good instincts. Probably one of the reasons she was here to begin with. Then again, so did he. Instincts that had saved his life on more than one occasion, so Dax had learned to trust his gut. And something was definitely not right about this place.

He just hoped it didn’t bite them in the ass.

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1-800-yugyeom · 5 years

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could you write a blackpink female reader x rose smut in which rose is very dominant and jealous? thank you

ugh i love jealous doms anon why are you doing this to me i need to be studying.

listen i think we can all agree that rosé is BEAUTIFUL like her visuals are downright killer right and there’s not a thing that could make you want anybody but her

and she knows that. not only bc you’ve told her on several occasions, but also bc she knows how you look at her when you think she’s too preoccupied to notice ;)))))

and she also knows that you would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship and she trusts you 100%

but on the other hand.. she’s aware that you’re incredibly gorgeous as well, even more so in her opinion

and as much as she trusts you, she has a hard time trusting other ppl around you

bc at the end of the day you’re HER girl and she doesn’t want anyone to the idea in their head that you’ll ever ever be theirs

she tries her best to keep her jealousy at bay and to never take out her anger and frustration at other ppl on you

especially over something as trivial as a brief touch or a fleeting comment or a wink in your direction

but unfortunately sometimes there are occasions where the “harmless” flirting goes too far for rosé to just.. stand there and watch

she hates the feeling of jealousy. it washes over her in hot waves, making her stomach turn and acid form in the back of her throat in the shape of searing insults that are in no way tasteful, elegant, or roseanne-like.

and sometimes she can stand there and suppress her emotions, especially when you quickly brush the person off or very bluntly state something like “my girlfriend is sitting right there”

but sometimes you let things go too long for rosé’s liking, either out of obliviousness or just bc you’re too nice she’s not sure, but she doesn’t like it one bit

like when the two of you attend a party held by one of your close mutual friends on a random friday night

you’ve both been stressed from work all week so when rosé had managed to get out of the practice studio early enough

you decided to release your frustrations by drowning yourselves in alcohol and loud music.

you would have the rest of the weekend to cuddle and catch up on lost time that work took away from you, now was a chance to have some fun and let loose

except rosé couldn’t

not with the way she could see from afar, the woman standing next to you getting closer and closer with every passing second

this was the exact reason she had barely left your side the entire night. she just wanted to get the two of you some drinks to speed up the de-stressing process.

however it seemed like every time she left, someone took it as an open invitation to take her place

and she was tired of it.

tired but still very very angry

she felt the familiar tightness in her throat and burn behind her eyes as she watched the girl fiddle with the buttons on your red cardigan and check you out very openly

you had accepted a drink from her, you let her touch your arm

almost in a trance she continued to watch your interactions, unable to jump out of line and go to you or to run out of the house in angry tears

she watched the expressions on your face and found herself getting angrier and angrier, were you enjoying this? did you know she was watching and wanted her to suffer?

all the confidence she had in the fact that you only want her is crumbling fast and it’s being replaced by ugly doubt

meanwhile you’re trying ceaselessly to end the conversation with this very obviously drunk girl, which had started innocently enough

she had come up to you, saying that she could’ve sworn the two of you had met before and that she knew you

and instantly she looked vaguely familiar, until you realized that she was a past one night stand of yours from college

you immediately felt a cold pit open up in your stomach but despite this, you decided to play it safe and continued to be polite

even as hazy memories of a filled bar and a tiny dorm room resurfaced, instantly setting off warning bells in your head and making guilt brew in the pit of your stomach

you quickly came up with a half-true reply, “oh yeah, um, we took that psych class together a few semesters ago i think.”

from the look in her eyes.. she knew that you remembered more than just the class

“right! oh my god i can remember sticking pretty close to you because you did so well in that class,” she said, making sure to emphasize just how close you were by laying a hand on your arm.

from there she made the decision to move into more.. intimate territory

playing with the ends of your hair as she asks you if you came alone, what your plans were later tonight, if you could ditch them

all of which you answered honestly, not wanting her to think there was any gray area or possibly that you could recreate your night together

however she didn’t take the hint and rosie still wasn’t back yet

the girl had handed you a drink, which you now held but still hadn’t taken a drink of. it wasn’t the kind you liked.

not the kind you knew rosie was coming back with, you thought guiltily.

at the thought of rosie you began to scan the room to look for her coming back, not even noticing the other girl getting closer and closer to you

however she yanked your attention back when she took one of the buttons on your sweater between her fingers and complimented your fashion sense, all while she raked her eyes down your form fitting outfit

let’s just say you were thoroughly uncomfortable at this point

you choked out a quick “thanks” and took a few steps back, lifting up onto your tip-toes to look over the crowd for a familiar head of blonde hair

you feel the girl slide her hand down your stomach to your hip

which is when you spot the love of your life on the opposite end of room, standing by the drink table with steam coming out of her ears while she looks directly at you

your eyes meet and you can see it, the anger, the jealousy, the doubt

as much as you want to move forward, your feet stay rooted to your spot as you stare back at her with wide eyes

visibly furious, she stomped back over to where she had left you not even 5 minutes ago

if you wouldn’t let people know you were hers, then she would do it herself

and she wasn’t coming for you, no, she was walking straight towards the other girl

which is embarrassingly enough the first time you realized you were about to have a problem on your hands

throwing the other girl’s hand down and rushing to meet rosé halfway you grabbed both of her wrists, halting her movements

her skin was hot to the touch, face screwed up and cheeks red

she looked absolutely, terrifyingly beautiful

gently, you tried to coax her gaze from your admirer back to you, rubbing your thumb against her flushed cheek and guiding it towards you

“hey baby calm down okay? let’s just go home, will you please take me home?”

her eyes finally moved to your face and you watch her nostrils flare, her teeth grit together

and you realize she wasn’t just angry at the girl at the bar, she was angry at you too

the next thing you know her lips are being pressed roughly against yours in a searing kiss, no doubt intended to draw attention and show her possession over you

rosé doesn’t stop there however, pulling your body in flush against her and moving her hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing harshly

she kisses you with everything she has, showing you all the emotions flowing through her right now. it takes your breath away with how passionate it is, almost like she’s trying to prove something to you, something to everyone.

you pull away a minute later, unable to breathe from the intensity of the kiss. rosé is still staring at you with stormy eyes, just as angry as before but now you could tell with the way her pupils had dilated, also slightly turned on.

“hope that got the point across to your friend,” she said shortly before tugging you out the door and away from the party.

still pulling you by the arm, she makes a beeline straight for the car.

despite still being extremely angry, she still opens your car door for you, waiting patiently for you to climb in and then slamming it shut, making you wince.

she climbs into the driver’s side, quickly putting on her seatbelt and starting the car.

you look at her, reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear and taking a deep breath before opening your mouth.

“chae, i can explain-“

“i think you’ve done enough tonight,” she bit back, a displeased look still evident on her face.

luckily you see her cheeks started to cool down, her shoulders become more relaxed, and you know being inside the house was overwhelming her.

“i know you’re angry but we need to talk about this,” you try to say with a reassuring look, met with nothing but a frown and a cold glare.

“then talk,” she says.

sighing you take her hand back into your own, drawing little shapes on the back with your thumb while you think of what to say “she’s just someone i had a class with a long time ago”

“oh yeah because ex-classmates feel each other up and tug on each other’s clothes, right? you sure you didn’t know each other a little better than that?”

“okay, yeah?! so what?? we fucked. a long time ago, before i even knew you. but it’s not MY fucking fault that she didn’t get it the first OR second time i said i had a girlfriend and you were nowhere to be seen!”

you knew as soon as it came out of your mouth that would only make chae angrier. neither of you had ever mentioned past hookups or relationships for the other’s sanity. you knew it drove rosé crazy to hear you talk about anyone else.

but you had reached the end of your patience. you didn’t want to fight and the fact that chaeyoung wouldn’t listen when you told her the flirting was unsolicited only made you more desperate to get your point across.

“put on your seatbelt. now.” she said in a demanding tone.

“what the hell chaeyoung, i want to talk to you-“

“yeah well i’ve heard enough” she stated matter-of-factly.

“we’re going home baby, isn’t that what you wanted?” she said a moment later, tone more velvety and threatening.

this was the same voice she used when she told you beg, when she told you she was very displeased with your behavior and that you were to be punished now, when she told you to touch yourself for her-

the same voice she used when you were in for a long night.

the ride home was tense, the dominant aura coming off rosé in waves, letting you know that you didn’t stand a chance tonight and that excited you.

however you still felt the need to get everything solved before you got home, whether it was a good idea or not.

“rosie, please talk to me right now so i can figure out what you’re thinking,” you said softly, not wanting your voice to come off as a command. there would be nothing that she would hate more right now than feeling like she being given orders.

silence followed your request

you heard her suck in a deep breath, letting it back out shakily, and you feel the mood in the car shift

rosé pulls the car off onto the side of the road and just sits with her hands on the steering wheel before turning the key and everything goes painfully quiet until-

“you know what, who the fuck did that girl think she was.”

you jump in surprise at rosé’s sudden outburst, taken aback but still glad that she’s decided to open up her end of the conversation

“i don’t know, baby. i told her i came with you and that i wasn’t interested but she wouldn’t listen,” you explained calmly, desperate for her to understand that none of this happened bc of anything you did.

“you told her that?” she asks cautiously, almost like she can’t believe you tell people you’re taken, which was such a silly thought. you were so in love with her.

you nodded in response to her question.

“why wouldn’t i?”

you see rosé glance down at her hands, an unsure expression taking over her features.

“j-just.. you’re happy right? there’s nothing else anybody else could give you that would make you even consider-“

“absolutely not,” you say before she can finish her sentence. “and of course i’m happy, rosie. some random girl flirting with me at a party isn’t going to suddenly make me forget that.”

you watch her nod, still looking at her hands sitting in her lap, most likely gathering her thoughts.

slowly she looked up, locking eyes with you and staring at you hard, making you almost feel like she was staring past your eyes and straight into your soul.

“good. i’m not ever gonna let you forget how happy you are with me,” she said with the same dark tone from earlier, lips angling into a smirk, “starting now. go get in the backseat.”

your eyes widen comically, playing right into rosé’s desires. she wanted you to anticipate what was coming next.

“don’t make me repeat myself, babygirl,” she warned, rousing you enough to undo your seatbelt and open your door, complying with her orders in a way that you know will please her.

as you climb into the back, she continues to sit cooly in the front seat watching you through the mirror as you await her next orders

“strip down, baby. i want you completely naked when i come back there.”

with your cheek flushing, you slip your short red cardigan off your shoulders, placing it on the seat beside you.

you do the same with your back camisole and then kick off your sneakers, reaching down to undo the button and zipper on your skinny jeans. you do a very awkward shuffle out of them, almost having to rip them off with their combined tightness and the limited space you had to undress.

in your defense, you had imagined rosé taking them off you at the end of the night.

you catch rosé’s eyes in the mirror, the stupid smirk still on her lips and mirth dancing in her eyes, obviously amused by your struggle.

you pause when you reach your undergarments, starting to feel the oddness of being mostly naked and alone in the back while your girlfriend sat in the front, completely clothed.

“all the way. i’m not coming back until you’ve followed directions.”

wow, what an evil woman. how was this fair?

sighing, you swallow down your shame, unclasping your bra and throwing in into the front seat along with your panties a second later.

rosé picked up your underwear off the seat, inspecting how wet they undeniably had become from the minute she had kissed you back at the party.

“good girl. i can see you’re enjoying this, angel. do you want me to come back now and help you out?”

“yes please.” being polite has always gotten you far with rosé and you were practically ready to say anything at this point to get her in the back with you.

the next thing you know, the door to your right is being pulled open and the cool is nipping at your naked body, giving you goosebumps all over.

she gets comfortable, making you straddle her even though you’re at a high risk of hitting your head off the ceiling of the car. luckily you’re preoccupied craning your neck downwards to finally kiss rosé again.

her tongue pokes at the outside of your lips until you open your mouth and allow it to enter, the feeling of her tongue rubbing against yours enough to make you moan out loud

to your disappointment, rosé pulls away shortly after that, silently spinning you around to face the front seats.

she spreads your legs to hook around each of her own, experimentally stroking up and down your heat, listening to the little whines that fall from your lips.

you sit, completely naked, on rosé’s lap with your back against her chest as she starts to rub your clit slowly, watching you writhe and squirm in her lap.

“who’s girl are you?” she asks sternly, a desperate lilt at the end of her sentence like she’ll explode if you tell her what she wants to hear.

“yours rosie, i’m all yours, oh my god-“ you moan as her speed increases.

she keeps you at a medium, if not kinda slowly and teasing, pace until she pulls her fingers away from your clit completely.

you make a pathetic sound at the loss of stimulation, but let out a happy sigh when she finds your entrance, now wetter than ever.

if you’ve learned nothing else about sex with rosé over the years, you at least know that she loves teasing.

which you’re really hating right now as she slowly pumps one finger in and out of you, not even bottoming out. just pushing in enough for you to really feel it drag along the inside of your walls and then take it away a moment later

the hand that isn’t torturing you, she uses to roll your nipples under her pointer finger, sending a tingling sensation straight to your core.

“please, please chaeyoung, finger me properly i’ll do anything,” you pleaded, finally reaching your breaking point.

she giggled, pleased with your begging but amused that you cracked after such a short amount of time. how cute.

“okay honey bunny but only because you’ve been so good for me so far,” she said, landing a sweet kiss on the back of your shoulder and then trailing them up to lay several open mouth smooches against your neck.

you’d probably have marks in the morning, but wasn’t that half the fun?

finally having mercy, rosé slipped another finger in alongside the first, crooking them upwards before thrusting them in and out shallowly.

the crude sound of your wet pussy filled the car as rosé sped up her fingers, stroking your walls while she thrusted quickly

that combined with the wet sucking noises of rosé’s mouth on your neck and the noises you couldn’t help spilling out of your mouth

your lover could tell the second she hit your g-spot, not only from recognizing the different texture within, but from the way your hips canted upwards and a half-shriek half-moan left your mouth.

from then on she tried her best to thrust her fingers into it every time, trying to get you to cum as fast as possible

not that she didn’t like drawing out your orgasms, but her hand was cramping in the position and there was more you could do at home anyway.

as she continued her steady rough pace, she began to talk to you,making the coil in your tummy tighten even more and bringing you closer to cumming

“do you like it when i leave marks on your pretty skin while i finger fuck you baby?”

“oh my god you’re leaking all over my lap and the seat, so dirty. are you gonna cum for me? make it even dirtier?”

“c’mon baby don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? yeah? then cum around my fingers. just like this.”

vision momentarily blurring and a mini explosion happening in your body, you finally obey rosé’s orders, cumming hard.

you take a few moments to regain the feeling in your legs, panting heavily before rolling off rosé’s lap and onto the leather seat beside her.

rosé affectionately rubs your bare thigh as you stare at her, soaking up her pretty features and putting getting dressed and breaking the intimate moment off for a second more.

“you ready to go, baby?” your gf asks after a long moment, gathering up your clothes from where they’ve been thrown around the car.

“what about you?” you ask, realizing that you still hadn’t reciprocated.

“i can wait until we get home,” she giggled, kissing your forehead when you let out a relieved sigh, glad that you wouldn’t have to deal with even more muscle cramps from having sex in the back of your small car.

“i love you, rosé,” you said as you began to tug your clothing back on. “i love you more than anything.”

the smile you got in response was absolutely breathtaking, spreading across her face so perfectly and then her eyes into little crescents.

“i love you too, (y/n). more than you’ll ever know.”

#rosé.#rose blackpink #park chaeyoung #park chaeyoung imagines #park chaeyoung smut #blackpink imagines #blackpink fanfiction #blackpink x reader #blackpink smut #this is so bad oof #I also just realized I called rosie like a hundred different nicknames throughout this fhksfhd

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like-rain-or-confetti · 6 years

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Request: Make up (Demetri Volturi x Reader)

Demetri Volturi was never stressed. He also just about never was seen sprawled across one of the sofas in the sitting room. He was alone and his eyes were shut. In all honesty, he couldnt get that annoying buzz out of his head that reminded him that things weren’t okay with you both. You were a little colder with him, and him you. Both of you doing your best to ignore what had happened. It didn’t help, it just made it worse. He wasn’t sorry for what he had done, as much as you wanted him to be.

When you entered the room, you didnt see him open his eyes or even move an inch in your presence. “You’re still wearing your coat and everything. Isn’t that uncomfortable to lying about in?” Demetri hummed in acknowledgement before saying quietly. “Not particularly.”

You watched him for a moment, your eyes taking in his perfect features.In that moment, you were trapped in his very existence, unable to move or look away. Instead you slowly moved to stand above him before bending to lie with him on the sofa. Demetri didn’t push you away but instead helped you, all the while, his eyes were closed. You heard Demetri sigh into your ear as he held you to his body “You’re really warm.” “He says like he hasn’t held me in a while.” You mumbled moving your head to bury it in his neck.

You thought for a moment, your eyelashes fluttered against his neck. You enjoyed the silence. You adjusted slightly taking in his scent for a brief moment.

Demetri inhaled sharply as he felt your warm lips press against his neck over and over again. “(Y/N), (Y/N)... stop-” Demetri quickly pressed his lips into a line, his hold tightening.You felt the vibrations of a chuckle as he maneuvered your head from his neck. “Get out of there, you little minx. Have you forgotten where you are?” “You aren’t complaining...this time.” “It isn’t appropriate in this setting.” “It’s just a kiss.” You smirked. “to my neck.” Demetri looked at you pointedly.

You rolled your eyes and Demetri pulled you down for a kiss. “No.” You said against his lips. “No, you don’t want my kisses.” “I have never said that.” Demetri kissed you again holding you closer to him. “Hey,” You mumbled quietly against his lips before pulling back and putting your hands on either side of his face to meet his red, eyes. Despite how cold he was, his eyes were full of warmth as he wore a soft smile. “I love you, you know that right?” “You’ve never told me that before.” Demetri seemed surprised, not expecting the confession.

You smiled as your hands fell from his face. You were just going to let them fall but Demetri quickly caught them and held them in his own larger ones. "I should have thought about my actions...what they were doing to you. I'm sorry." Demetri sighed, squeezing your hands briefly. "Don't be. It's all in the past." "That doesn't make it okay." Demetri sat up, you now in his lap and facing him. "but it's my choice if it's okay and I'm telling you it is. It doesn't matter anymore." He tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

(Because i’ve broken @fuckyeahdemetrivolturi ‘s heart too many times and im being threatened with divorce)

#i crossed my line for our marriage damn it #request #twilight #the volturi #demetri volturi #part 2 #reader #volturi

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iamtaekooked · 6 years

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I Am Not Jealous (I am just territorial) || KTH

Group: BTS || Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Word count 6.0k

WARNING: Contains swearing. Read at your own risk if it makes you uncomfortable.

Synopsis:

Jeongguk and Jimin really ship you and Taehyung, the rest of the boys cant understand their obsession, Yoongi gets ignored and Taehyung dies of jealousy.

A/N: I am posting after so long and i am sorry but I hope you guys enjoy this one! (Edit: I just noticed these weird ass symbols show up in the writing. If you see them its a tumblr glitch! I tried editing it, but they don’t appear in the draft so please ignore)

Sometimes Jimin wonders where he went wrong in raising Jeongguk. The boy never listens to him, is always on the other end of the spectrum of things, disrespects him, even goes so far as to copy him because- “I was born in Busan first”- or so he says. But there has never been a single thing the two boys have agreed on. Except for one.

The miracle occurs the day Jeongguk decides to divulge a secret to all of his hyungs because he just cant take it anymore. He usually prides himself on being the best secret keeper of the group because he even knows about Jin hyung’s pink princess underwear and he has never told anyone about it. But this is something he feels everyone should know. So in the middle of the night he wakes up all hyung’s, even Yoongi- although he risks losing his life at that point- to have a secret meeting.

A secret, especially from Taehyung.

“Okay so. I have called this meeting because I have something of utmost importance to tell you” he looks around the room at everyone. Jin is already asleep as his head hangs low, Namjoon is yawning, Yoongi is glaring at him, ready to kill; Hoseok is staring blankly at the ground and Jimin seems to be the only attentive one out of all them. And Taehyung is not there.

“I swear to god Gukkie, if this is something stupid I am going to kill you right now” Yoongi says in a grumpy voice, which makes Jeongguk shiver at the spot.

“Hyung- I swear to you this is the best thing you will ever hear in your entire life. It is huuugee” and the look of wonder and excitement in Jeongguk’s eyes is enough to draw everyone out of their sleepy state. Well almost.

“Will you just get on with it” Namjoon rubs his face with his hands, voice sounding muffled as a result.

“Yeah okay. Alright brace yourselves-” and there is a moment of pause as he looks at each member, and the suspense rises. Hoseok can almost hear the drum roll in his ears because of it.

“Taheyungie hyung and y/n have something going on” he says excited with a look of pure happiness on his face. But the response his revelation gets is less than enthusiastic. Except for Jimin.

“I knew it!” He jumps from his seat, and has an equally big smile on his face. The two boys high-five each other, while the rest of their hyungs look ready to kill them.

The commotion wakes up Jin who looks panicked as he looks around himself. “Wait- what did I miss” he says in a state of daze.

The other boys turn in his direction with blank looks on their faces.

Jeongguk doesn’t even dare look at Yoongi because he knows the kind of look he is going to be faced with. In all honesty he feels a little disappointed at the reception he gets.

He widely gesture trying to convey his enthusiasm but it feels like it goes over everyone’s head. “Oh come on hyungs. I am serious. I swear something is going on between them” “If you don’t believe me. I’ll show it to you” he says with a look of pleading in his eyes.

“I’ll help!” Jimin says excitedly.

“We’ll make you believe us hyung” Jimin looks directly at Namjoon who in turn is unable to reciprocate their feelings of happiness because he just wants to go back to sleep. Everyone does. Except for Jimin and Jeongguk.

So, while everyone leaves one by one, Jimin and Jeongguk sit in the middle of the room to plan out how they are going to prove to their hyung’s they are right.

“Lets just go with the classic old way Kookie” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows and Jeongguk looks at him with a blank expression, but it only lasts for a brief second before his eyes light up.

“Jealousy!” He voices Jimin’s thoughts and they both high five.

But then Jeongguk’s face falls and he groans in his hands.

“Whats wrong?” A concerned look passes over Jimin’s face.

“Taehyungie hyung is too secure though. He would never feel jealous” Jeongguk’s face falls and his shoulders slump as he realizes the truth behind his own words.

“Thats true. But there is one person in the entire existence that can make Taehyung jealous” Jimin smiles knowingly, while jeongguk just looks confused.

A moment of silence passes before he loudly claps his hands in excitement.

“You are a fucking genius hyung” Jeongguk high fives Jimin and they both sit in the dark living room, illuminated only by the flashlights on their phones, smiling like idiots.

(i)

You are not sure if you are imagining things, or if you have lost your mind because there was no way Park frickin Bo Gum was standing in front of you. There was no way in hell you were in your right mind. You want to scream and cry out of joy but you don’t want to make a complete fool out of yourself either. So, you try to hold that giddiness in as much as you can but it comes out in the form of trembling legs, stuttered words, and nervous giggles.

You seem to remain unaware of the tension in the room as you busy yourself in a conversation with Bo Geum, who actually initiates it in the first place. If you were paying attention you would have noticed the glares Taehyung was throwing your way. You would have noticed the way his face had taken on a cold and rigid quality. You would have seen the clenching and unclenching of his jaw.

But you didnt.

And it makes Taehyung’s blood boil. Yet, he couldn’t say anything because he has no right over you. He knows that but it doesn’t reassure of comfort him in any way.

“Oh my god holy shit Bo Geum is so nice…” you falter into a dreamy sigh as you collapse on the couch next to Taehyung and place your head on his shoulder

Instantly his grasp tightens on the glass in his hand. He feels something constricting his chest as he registers your words. He feels it with so much intensity, that it suffocates him. He really wants to tell you to stop talking to the guy, and the words are just at the tip of his tongue, but he bites them down.

Instead he presses his lips into a thin smile as you look at him and tell him all the things about his own friend. Suddenly, he feels small and insignificant. He shifts away from you a little, and awkwardly clears his throat before speaking, so his voice doesnt crack. But more than his voice, his heart is breaking bit by bit.

“Yeah. He is” Taehyung smiles very slightly but its the kind that looks completely forced and its gone just as soon as it had come.

Taehyung can feel your eyes on him but he makes no comment about it. You bite your lip to suppress your smile, but it quivers and you fail at it. But Taehyung doesn’t know it since he is busy sulking and mulling over his own thoughts.

Earth to Taheyung

Earth to Taehyung

He can hear the words distantly ringing in his ears, the voice slowly drawing him out of his trance like state. And when he comes to it he is faced with your concerned face.

“Are you okay Tae?”

He nods but you know he isn’t because the crease in between his eyebrows speaks of his troubled mind. But you don’t push it because he doesn't look like he wants to talk about it.

“Thank you for bringing your friend Bo Geum. It was nice getting to know him and I am happy to know that you do have other friends” you smile up at him.

“I actually didn’t invite him but… hmm. I am glad you like Bo Geum” he gives you a tight lipped smile that doesn’t even reach his eyes as usual.

“Oh Tae” you breathe as you loop your hand around his arm.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks down at you because he doesn’t know what you mean by- “oh Tae” - and he doesn’t ask because he isn’t sure if he’ll like the answer.

Across the room Jeongguk and Jimin observe the situation with amused looks on their faces because finally its working. They excitedly shake each other’s hand and try to suppress the big smiles that threaten to break out.

Meanwhile their hyungs, who also watched the whole thing unfold, look at each other with faces of shock, and disbelief.

“I didn’t know Taehyungie liked y/n” Namjoon cannot seem to close his mouth

“Yeah me too” Hoseok whispers in a daze like state from next to him.

While Yoongi and Seokjin are still staring at Taehyung who seems so deflated, that they both feel the need to comfort him. Its almost cute.

But everyone knows that there is definitely something going on **************

Once the, secret-that-wasnt-really-a-secret was out, everyone begins figuring out ways to make Taehyung divulge his feelings for you; because in all honesty all the boys felt bad for him. However, even with six brains combined together they couldn’t come up with one good idea.

“I still think we should stick with the whole jealousy thing” Jimin looks at the boys, hoping they would accept his idea.

“Given that we haven’t been able to come up with a single idea in the” Namjoon pauses to look at his watch briefly “past six hours I agree with Jiminnie”

Seokjin and Hoseok both convey their agreement by nodding and soon enough all the boys are on board with the plan of making Taehyung jealous. They all get up to catch up on some much needed sleep when Yoongi intervenes.

“Wait. Why are we doing this again?” He looks completely confused and lost because frankly he doesn’t see the point in forcing two grown ups in awkward situations just so they can express their feelings. Maybe he is right.

Jeongguk sighs heavily as he deadpans at Yoongi, while Seokjin ruffles his hair as he passes by. The rest of them ignore his question and proceed to their rooms while Yoongi is left alone at the dining table to try and figure out what the heck is the point?

(ii)

The second time Taehyung experiences feelings of jealousy is when he throws a year end party. Or rather he is forced by Jeongguk and Jimin who practically beg him in front of his whole class during college . When his classmates join in, he is left with no choice but to do so.

However he is totally regretting his decision because some random guy is chatting you up in the corner of the room and he wants to kill someone.

Only he doesnt know that the guy who is supposedly flirting with you has been paid by Jimin and Jeongguk to do so. So its not even real, but to Taehyung it is as real as it gets because he feels completely helpless watching it unfold in front of him. It hurts even more to see that you aren’t even making the effort to shoo the guy away. In fact, if anything he thinks you are enjoying it judging by your laughter, and smiles.

He really wants to punch someone, and break a few things. And then kill the guy who has the audacity to flirt with you.

“10 years” Yoongi slides up next to Taehyung with the red cup in his hand, drink not even touched.

“What?” Taehyung tears his eyes away from the corner of the room that has suddenly become a source of torment for him.

“The minimum sentence for first degree murder” Yoongi finally takes a tiny sip of his drink, nose scrunching at the bitter taste. He only wanted to look cool while saying it but he fails at it.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Taehyung turns his body so he is fully facing Yoongi.

“I am just making you aware that if you do decide to kill that guy” Yoongi pauses to make the situation more dramatic and give Taehyung the time to glance in your direction once again “you are going to be jailed for ten years. Its a waste of your youth frankly”

“I thought it’d be worse” Taehyung chuckles

“You’re not even denying it” Yoongi smirks as he eyes the younger boy curiously

“What’s there to deny?” Taehyung looks at his hyung in confusion

“That you’re jealous” Yoongi arches a brow at Taehyung in question, who pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation

Taehyung sighs as he chugs down his drink in one breath and slams the cup on the kitchen island counter. He pours himself another drink and downs it while glaring at the stupid fucking corner of the room.

“Hyung seriously. How do you pull things out of your ass like that?” Taehyung feigns complete ignorance to his jealousy as he tears his eyes away from you and attempts to continue the conversation; because he would have any kind of distraction to wipe away the image you and the random dude, off his mind. Even Yoongi

“I would thank you for the compliment but even you know I am right.” Yoongi shrugs coolly and smirks up at the younger boy.

This is probably the most he has heard Yoongi say in one go in all the time he has known the boy.

“I- fuck- hyung I am not jealous” Taehyung mutters under his breath, and makes no eye contact with Yoongi.

“Is this your way of coping with your feelings?” Yoongi retorts which makes Taehyung unconsciously push his tongue into his cheek. “Besides everyone in this room can smell that jealousy off you” Yoongi chuckles under his breath as he watches Taehyung roll his eyes in annoyance.

A small stretch of silence later, Yoongi’s words cut through the silence and quite possibly Taehyung’s heart because he sure as hell feels drained of life as hears the words leave the older boy’s mouth. “The boy knows how to kiss though. I’ll give him that”

Taehyung’s head snaps in your direction faster than he ever thought he was capable of, and he crushes the beer cup in his hand while he’s at it. To a third party though it might have looked like he snapped his neck or something. But when his eyes find the wretched corner he sees you standing by yourself, sipping your drink as you look around the room.

Taehyung’s nostrils flare in anger as he turns towards his hyung who looks so amused and smiley he could have shit skittles at the moment. Taehyung keeps glaring at him but realizes soon enough that he has been caught and is quick to avert his gaze. His cheeks begin to flush out of embarrassment because what the hell Kim fucking Taehyung. He coughs awkwardly and turns away from Yoongi. The older boy however, is still looking at him in amusement, with a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“Thats what I thought kid” Yoongi pats him on the shoulder more out of sympathy than anything else.

Taehyung inwardly groans as he throws his head into hands.

Pathetic Kim Taehyung. Just. Fucking. Pathetic. Way to go

(iii)

Recently, Taehyung realizes, he feels something ugly twist inside of him whenever he is in the vicinity of the Jeongguk. It might to might not have to do with your new found passion for fangirling about him and it really makes Taehyung feel a certain way, but its not jealousy. Or so he likes to believe but everyone else around him can see it.

The first time he encounters it is when Jeongguk makes pasta for everyone.

You couldn’t stop talking about it and Taehyung couldn’t stop feeling irritated. It was quite funny actually because the rest of the boys noticed his cold attitude but you were the only one who couldn’t see it.

“Oh my god Tae. Can you believe it? Jeongguk is such a good cook!” You gushed, stuffing a mouthful of said pasta in your mouth.

“Its just pasta. Everyone can make it. He literally just added the damn sauce to the fucking thing” he grumpily replies, lips jutting out slightly into a pout because he can’t understand how it makes Jeongguk a good cook, when he has done the same thing a million times before and you have never complimented him.

The second instance occurs when Jeongguk and Yoongi are playing basketball and younger pushes up his jersey to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, effectively putting his abs on display.

“Holy…. shi- Jeongguk is ripped” you choke on your water while you continue to gaze at him in a dreamlike state.

Taehyung’s mouth falls open, his shoulder slump, and its as if all the life is sucked out of him. It takes him a few minutes to gain composure, but when he does, his cheeks are puffed out and his nostrils are flaring.

“Oh my god Tae- Look!” you excitedly tap him on the arm to get his attention and even go so far to squint and lean forward in your seat to take a look at his abs. “Damn. He is hot”

Taehyung frowns at you, quickly ripping his arm out of your grasp, and shuffling away slightly. “Y/n they’re literally just muscles. Everyone fucking has muscles”

“I know but- like- his muscles look exceptionally good is all I am saying. What the hell.. wow” you breathe dreamily while fanning yourself with your hand.

Taehyung sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah okay. Whatever”

The third time is when Jeongguk helps you learn a few dance steps for your upcoming ball at college. And once again Taehyung is the victim of all the gushing and fangirling

“Tae Jeongguk is such a good dancer. Oh my god” you barge into his room without a care just as he is about to sleep.

“Mhm” Taehyung replies in disinterest as he keeps his focus on his phone.

“I wonder how he learned to dance like that” the genuine tone of your voice, causes Taehyung to sigh heavily.

“Hmm. Well…uhm I am going to sleep.” he lays down on the bed, back facing you.

“Oh Taehyung” you sigh- and once again it confuses Taehyung.

When he feels the bed shift and the sound of footsteps retreat, he shoots up in his bed and scowls at the door.

The kid is a good cook (although Taehyung thinks its debateable), he’s ripped and now he is a great dancer too.

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Taehyung is so lost in thoughts, he doesn’t notice Jeongguk has taken a seat next to him.

“Did y/n tell you the performance went well?” Jeongguk says with a slight edge of interest in his voice just to piss Taehyung off.

“Huh. Good for y/n then” Taehyung tries to keep a neutral expression because he doesn’t want to give away his frustration in front of Jeongguk, but he finds it hard to do.

“Why do you seem so distant lately?” The younger boy poses the question on purpose.

“I am not. I am fine” Taehyung forces himself to smile, but it comes out extremely fake.

“Mhm. Sure whatever you say hyung” Jeongguk snorts.

“Oh my god. Dont tell me…. you too” Taehyung throws his head into his hands.

Taehyung adamantly refuses to believe he is jealous. Even when its staring him in the face, he doesn’t acknowledge it. Even when it makes him angry enough to see red, he denies it.

Because he is not jealous. And the next person to say it to him will earn a punch to their face. That next person happens to be Jeongguk and immediately his mind backs on its previous resolve because really if there is someone else he is scared of after Yoongi, its Jeongguk- the perfectly tall, obnoxiously attractive and talented youngster.

“Just admit it hyung. Its not good for your health. I read a study that found jealousy can either kill you, or make you kill someone else. The choice is yours” he clicks his tongue and winks at his hyung before coolly walking off.

Taehyung opens and closes his mouth to say something but the words don’t come out. He blinks in disbelief because he can’t believe a kid younger than him tried to school him about his own feelings.

Stupid fucking Jeon Jeongguk- the obnoxiously tall, attractive and ripped kid.

Jimin and Jeongguk hold another meeting that they call “progress check meeting” with Namjoon and the rest of the boys, who are worried for their younger ones’ mental health because this kind of obsession is not healthy.

“What now?” Seokjin looks at the two young boys in front of him.

“Okay so-” Jimin pauses as he looks at the little notebook in his hand. “So far we know that Taehyung is easy to rile up. We know he gets jealous fast too. But he still hasn’t proclaimed his love for y/n-”

“Or at the very least professed his liking for her” Jeongguk interjects and Jimin nods.

“Aren’t you guys taking this too seriously?” Yoongi comments with a look that screams this-is-incredulous.

But as usual he is subjected to a scowl by Jeongguk and ignored by Jimin.

“Anyway” Jimin moves on in a flippant manner. “Maknae and I were thinking we need to do something dramatic this time. Something to push him off the edge so that he says it in front of everyone”

“Why the fuck are we doing this?” Yoongi looks completely lost.” No. In fact why the fuck are you guys doing this? What even is this?” The disapproving and exasperated tone is evident in his voice ; and to say that Jeongguk and Jimin look disappointed is an understatement.

“We need a plan” Jeongguk looks so serious, his hyungs have a hard time holding in their laughs because he has never been this serious for anything in his life.

“Now” Jimin completes the sentence which elicits groans from the older boys who cannot seem to shake off Jeongguk and Jimin, no matter what they do.

*************** (iv)

Taehyung’s head begins to take on a splitting pain right on the temples. Its worsened by the fact that no one feels the need to shut up around him. All the loud noises and laughter is beginning to piss him off and right at the centre of his frustration is you. Its always about you, but he is always too stubborn to admit it. As he looks around himself, the weird twisty feeling in the pit of his stomach grows stronger :

Y/N listen to this - Yoongi obnoxiously putting the earphones in your ear with extra attention to being gentle

Y/n try this!- Jeongguk - the stupid fucking attractive kid- as he feeds you the pasta he made. Stupid frickin pasta. What in the world is so great about that pasta anyway?

Y/n lets go watch your favourite movie - Jimin as he places his hand in yours and leads you to the living room

“Y/N!!!”- an overexcited Hoseok as he glues himself to your side and cuddles into you.

“Y/n you should come over more often”- Seokjin as he ruffles your hair while he walks by

“Y/N, your favourite drink”- Namjoon, handing you the drink he claims he made

The whole evening goes by in a blur as everyone seems to put you in the centre of attention. Taehyung feels so frustrated that by the end he has opted to go completely silent. He sulks in a corner by himself, holding his head in his hand, as once again the heavy feeling contracts his chest. He gave up on the venomous glares he was throwing at everyone long ago. Its futile anyway. No one seems to notice how he feels. You don’t seem to notice how he feels.

He swivels in the chair at the kitchen island as he feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he is met by you. He doesn’t even feel like looking at you, so he turns back around and resumes his posture.

“What’s wrong?” you sit on the chair next to him, swivelling around so that you are face to face. He clears his throat awkwardly and partially turns his head away from you, busying himself by plucking the flowers that sit in the flower vase in the middle of the counter. He doesn’t look at you for quite a while.

“Taehyung. Talk to me” you lean in closer as you study his face earnestly for any indication of what he might be feeling.

But silence and reluctance is all you are met with

“Oh Taehyung” you breathe.There it is again- the weird, fond, and exasperated expression that conveys something. He thinks long and hard about it. And then it hits him like a ton of bricks.

You’ve said it every time he has been jealous, which means you do it on purpose. Which means…. Well it means something and he knows exactly how to go about it. Finally he can admit it to himself and even to you because he knows you do too.

“What— what is that- - this- “oh Taehyung”- you keep doing it” he finally asks, diverting all his attention to you. His expression completely morphs from one of sulkiness to amusement.

“Nothing” you quickly look away.

Meanwhile Jeongguk and the rest of the gang are watching the scene unfold and they are quite thrilled about it. Except for Jimin who looks disappointed.

“What wrong with you?” Jeongguk looks at the older boy

“I thought this was going to be something passionate. But they are so boring” he huffs as he watches the two of you engage in a seemingly normal conversation. However its anything but normal.

...

“I know its not nothing. Do you seriously think I am dumb?” Taehyung leans in towards you.

“No I know you are not. But seriously its nothing Tae” you try to brush it off but he is adamant

“You’ve said that every single time that I have— that I have— acted… weird” he opts to choose that word instead of jealous.

“And you think I don’t know why you’ve been acting weird?” You smile knowingly

“I know you do” Taehyung reciprocates the smile

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I am not sure. I just felt too many emotions at the same time and I didn’t know how to go about it” he shrugs

“What changed just now then?” You narrow your eyes at him curiously

“Its when you said- “Oh Taehyung- again. Just now. I just realized it” he chuckles silently, shaking his head.

“Realize what?” You title your head in confusion because you really don’t get what he is talking about

“You know the way you say it is- its- its so - I want to say fond. Its like you do it on purpose. Almost as if you like me” he looks at you intently.

“I am caught aren’t I” you question, essentially confirming the answer because even you are tired of hiding your feeling from him. Plus, he doesn’t seem like he isn't interested so there is no harm in going along with it.

“Why did you act like you didn’t care?”

You shrug. “Why were you jealous?”

“I wasn't jealous, I was just territorial” he shrugs coolly which makes you laugh.

“Oh really?” you tease, that flirty tone evident in your voice and it only urges Taehyung on.

“Yes, I was” he reaches behind you, firmly locks his hand on the stool and pushes you closer to himself. It makes you gasp because you never knew he had this kind of strength and there is something very sultry about it.

“Is this hotter than Jeongguk’s abs?” He smirks at you

“Well…” you pretend to think “Nah. His abs are still hotter” you suppress the playful smile by pursing your lips

“What about this?” He leans in your ear and blows softly. You flinch back while chuckling.

“It tickles” you pout. But you know he meant for it to be seductive.

“Okay. What about this?” he further pushes you towards him, trapping your legs between his as he places them on either side of your thighs.

“You can do better” you tease

“Are you sure you can handle it?” His voice is husky and raspy and you thank the heavens your legs are shut tight, otherwise you would have been forced to do so.

“Try me” you try to keep your voice steady but it comes a little bit more breathy than you expect. But Taehyung thinks its perfect.

He leans in closer to you, lips almost touching yours, but not quite there. You have to stop yourself from gasping because it is hot.

“Why are you such a tease?” He whispers against your lips and looks at you with something akin to playfulness in his eyes, but its more seductive in a way.

“I don't think you should be saying this right now Kim Taehyung” the corner of your moth lifts up in a smug smile.

“Its just a small revenge”

“Do you like me?” you whisper, your breath getting caught in your throat as he moves a little bit closer.

“What do you think?” His voice is still low and raspy, and he even bites his lip.

It seems as if you two have forgotten there are others in the room. But they are watching it all.

“Hyung why the hell are you sweating” Namjoon looks confusedly at Seokjin who has beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“I- I- dont know. Its just hot all of a sudden” he wipes his forehead with the the sleeve of his shirt.

The rest of the boys snicker and try to hold in their laughter. But its true. It is hot.

“Is that passionate enough Jimin?” Hoseok nudges him and wiggles his eyes. But Jimin can only nod because he is shocked at how quickly things progressed from 0-100.

“Its like I am watching porn. But like the part before foreplay” Yoongi almost barfs in his mouth at the thought. He looks on the scene with disgust and almost gags, which doesn’t please the other boys so as usual no one pays attention to him.

“I like you dummy. Only you. Always you” Taehyung cups your cheeks and lays a soft kiss on your lips. You pull away and are faced with a smiley Taheyung.

“You are so bad. All those times going on and on and on about Jeongguk. I almost thought you liked him. I even hated the poor kid for a while” Taehyung breathes out and is quick to graze his lips against yours in a soft chaste peck. “I like you too” you then kiss his nose in response.

Jimin and Jeongguk die inside and relay their appreciation with “aww’s”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“Dont make me go there y/n. You have no idea how it made me feel. I wanted to kill every man in your vicinity. Even the guys”

“Awww” you squish his cheeks. “Dont worry baby boy I am your’s”

“Ooh kinky” Taehyung chuckles, and earns himself a playful slap on the arm.

“Yah! Keep it pg-13” Yoongi yells, breaking off the tension in the air, and along with it the little flirty conversation between you and Taehyung. You look behind Taehyung and your eyes widen as you realize the rest of the boys are also present in the room. Suddenly your cheeks start warming. You hide your head in Taehyung’s neck, being unable to look at them.

“Just when it was getting good…” Taehyung laments under his breath, which makes you chuckle because he sounds so annoyed.

“Taehyung!!!” Jeongguk jumps at the opportunity of the sexual tension breaking because frankly he didn’t want to interrupt. He charges towards his friend and tackles him in a hug from behind.

“What is it you brat?” Taehyung sighs heavily because he is really pissed off. He wanted alone time with you but he couldn’t even have that after all the time he has waited for the moment.

“You finally confessed. I thought you were going to die of jealousy. Do you know how much we had to go through to make this happen. We- ” he stops himself at the right moment, eyes wide, heart hammering in his chest, but there is no point because he has divulged it already.

“What do you mean?” Tae swivels around in his chair to face the boys.

They all look away, and pretend no to know what he is talking about. But Yoongi as usual ruins it for them.

“I told them not to do it” he shrugs, bailing himself out. But he was right. He did say that.

“Do what?” Taehyung questions firmly.

“They tired to make you jealous. These idiots” he pauses to look at Jimin and Jeongguk “even went so far as to pay a guy to flirt with y/n that day at the party. Just so you would react”

“Hyung!” Jimin and Joengguk say in unison and look at Yoongi with expressions of betrayal plastered on their faces

“What?” The sudden outburst makes every look at the owner of the voice. Its turns out to be you. “So you mean to tell me, that the guy lied? All that shit about me being beautiful and stuff?” You look at Jimin and Jeongguk, but both are quick to hide behind Seokjin.

“Yeah tell her—“ Taehyung looks smug but his face falls as he registers your words properly. “Wait what? - he called you beautiful? I am going to break the guy’s face” Taehyung looks pissed with his puffed out cheeks and flaring nostrils. Its more cute than anything though.

“Shut up Tae. This is a matter of my pride now” you march towards Seokjin who moves out the way, leaving the two boys in question, exposed.

You grab each by his ear, as punishment.

“Ow- ouch okay sorry” Jeongguk hisses in pain.

“Ow-ah-ah y/n sorry. Let go” Jimin pleads next

“What else did he call you?” Taehyung quickly follows behind you, hands placed on his hips.

“Oh god. Stop being jealous. I told you I like you. Now is the time to be my boyfriend and support me. Are you forgetting they planned everything? They are the source of all your suffering” you remind him so he will side with you.

“Boyfriend..” Taehyung whispers and looks down at the ground shyly. Out of everything you said that is the only word he picks out and his ears start becoming red.

“Yeah. What else? Now help me” your voice draws him out of his daydream.

“Yeah. Sure” he supplies.

“You two are so going to get your asses kicked” you look at Jeongguk and Jimin who look terrified for their lives.

Taehyung grabs Jeongguk, much against his struggle and you keep your hold tightened on Jimin who doesn’t even try to struggle. You take away both the boys who look at each for fear of their lives. Okay maybe they are being a little bit dramatic but it feels life-threatening for them.

“Why did we ever get them together?” Jeongguk looks at Jimin, who in turn looks outraged.

“Its was your idea. You said there was something going on. I shouldn’t have listened to you. I was born in Busan first-”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Jeongguk looks at him incredulously.

“That has everything to do with this” Jimin grumbles while being dragged away by you.

Never in their wildest dreams did Jimin and Jeongguk imagine that helping you and Taehyung would mean weeks of cleaning everyone’s laundry, the one thing Jimin hated to do. But Jeongguk got all his games confiscated as punishment and he was literally regretting every decision he made that led him to the point of being struck with the thought of playing mid man in your romance. That wretched moment.

So while Jimin grumpily cleans the laundry and Jeongguk mourns the loss his video games, you two watch them from afar; as you stand hugging each other.

“We should thank them later. If it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be here” you look at at Taehyung, who nods. He pulls you in further, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yes we should” he smiles looking fondly at his two dumb friends without whom he wouldn’t be with you.

“Oh Taehyung” and its back again- that weirdly fond expression.

‘I am not even jealous anymore” he looks down at you.

“I know. But you’re cute” you look up at him and in that moment you look so beautiful that he cant help but bend down and place a kiss on your nose.

End

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kosegruppaa · 6 years

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Did you ever get to watch jaevla homo? If so what did you think?

halla!

yes, i did watch it a while ago actually. i thought i might have posted about it earlier, but i apparently did not!

so i think the show was pretty good! it was a very personal show really, with gisle talking about his own feelings around being gay and how he still feels uncomfortable with things like holding hands with his boyfriend etc. (which honestly is so sad). and i do think him confronting some of his own internalised homophobia by meeting other queer people and talking to them was a good idea for the most part! some of the meetings were very touching. and some of the stuff was kinda funny to watch because it was so obvious this was gisle really going outside of his comfort zone.

the show got did some criticism though, amongst other things from morten hegseth. he felt that the show was too judgemental towards the queer people that were not ““normal”” etc. which i can see to some extent, because at times i felt like gisle didnt really meet people without prejudice heh (although i also thinki its fine and not homophobic to judge that one guy who was in the show who wrote an article like “i sleep with your husbands” or whatever.. like not thinking that’s good isn’t that weird for someone who definitely seems to be the boyfriend type heh). however, its pretty interesting to me that i have heard the exact opposite complaint about the show as well, from a podcast that i listened to and from a guy i know (both of those also gay men). they thought that the show made it seem like every gay man just wanted to sleep around etc and didnt recognise themselves in either gisle (who had never been to a gay bar before??) nor the people that he met. so i think it just confirms that no show can ever make everyone happy - cause guess what people are different. even gay men, who would have thought.

so i guess that leads me to my no 1 complaint, which is almost no women!! which really is a problem in norwegian television, sadly. one of the girls from ut av skapet (a show about coming out on nrk last year) was there briefly and that’s all i remember?? on one hand, a lot of the things he talked about, such as homophobia in sports, femininity in men, and the leather bar (is that what its called?) etc. were maybe things where talking to queer women would have been a bit strange, but i still think they should have included more women into the show!

and i also think the show could have spent a bit more time on each topic. it sometimes felt a bit rushed which made it seem bit superficial at times.

but i did really enjoy it! it was a good watch and very touching at times.

edit: i just remembered a few other queer women on the show but their appearances were all very brief my complaint still stands

#anon #thanks for asking!#jævla homo

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gh0stpkmn · 7 years

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ok sorry for droppin rambly shit in the yooran tag again but! ok. headcanon:

while happy supportive yooran where they’re instantly bffs is so Good and Pure, i feel like another possible way they could start out is.... they Dont like each other at all. they’re almost enemies. they have beef.

putting this under a readmore because its Long sorry. also a link to the beginnings of a fic for this.

(i feel i should mention that i wanted to include the inevitable Rika Conversation™ where saeran is having a relapse/regression moment and slipping into ‘Unknown’ territory bbbbut that seems a bit too heavy and doesn’t really fit in anywhere here. that could be a separate post or ficlet idk)

OK SO. How does this dumb thing start?? let’s set this scene

so... while it’s unlikely that saeyoung would let saeran interact all that much with the rfa until he feels he’s ready (maybe around time of the little rfa get-together in secret ending 2) i’m imagining a scenario where... yoosung is briefly at the bunker.

i wrote this interaction in a lil’ drabble bbbut idk if i’ll write everything as an actual fanfic.

it’s HERE if you want to read it tho!!!!

ok. after this exchange yoosung is just suuuuuper taken aback. he tells himself to brush this off because, again, saeran has been through some shit. he’s probably just not used to people yet. deep down though, he feels kind of hurt and offended.

saeyoung probably just. interrupts to diffuse the situation or smth and tell yoosung that maybe he should leave. apologizes for his brother’s behavior blah blah blah “he just needs time to adjust to everything.”

but. it keeps happening. and the weird tension from their first meeting kind of just.. carries over into their next interaction. and the next. and the one after that

it’s at a point where saeran is less aggressive, less abrasive... he’s just very shy and withdrawn like we see in secret ending 2. he talks in the messenger sometimes, but not often... but when he comes to the chatroom and yoosung is online, he logs out. at rfa meetings / get-togethers, he avoids yoosung

because yoosung is exhausting to be around and he Cant deal with it...(saeyoung is too but he has to deal with that 24/7 anyways)

gradually, saeran opens up to the rfa a little more. he talks a bit more in the chat. sometimes tries making a few jokes. he comes to most if not all the rfa events with his brother. and obviously he’s way more comfortable around his brother and mc, but also he’s on decent terms with the other members.

except. for. yoosung!

now he’s not actively avoiding yoosung, but not making any attempt to talk to him either. if they have to talk at all, interactions are very brief and stiff and uncomfortable. they tolerate each other, but barely.

eventually saeran starts making little comments now and then? like. they’re probably stuck together working on an rfa thing, or yoosung is over hanging out with saeyoung and saeran passes by to the kitchen or to say smth to saeyoung IDK. they have moments where they’re forced to spend time together, and it’s just very very tense.

and at this point Yoosung is Annoyed!!! because saeran is so rude and won’t even try to be friends with him. what an asshole. god.

he gets even angrier when saeran starts making little quips at him. little tiny comments every now and then and they’re not always outright rude or mean but.... his tone is very Deadpan and kind of sarcastic... sometimes he will be rude and mumble a complaint abt yoosung to himself or mock him under his breath, which yoosung hears and gets mad and huffy about

the Last Fucking Straw is at an rfa event of some kind. maybe a party?? yeah. yoosung walks in, ready to have a fun time with his rfa family. he is So prepared for the party and in a great mood. he’s greeting them, everyone is showing up and greeting each other. and then he turns his head

and sees saeran standing there, blank faced. and before yoosung can force himself to be polite and say hello, saeran just says, deadpan

“your roots are showing”

YOOSUNG IS DONE!! He’s so pissed off!!!!! he fucking knows his roots are showing! he’s been so busy with school that he hasn’t had a chance to touch up his hair in a while. he can’t even bring himself to ignore the comment and try to be nice, he is d-o-n-e.

his face gets so red, and his fists ball up, and his shoulders tense and he explodes

“Saeran, what the HELL did I ever do to you??? Why are you like this? I’ve been nothing but nice since we met, but you’re always so damn rude!! What’s with you? Why can’t we just get along and be friends?”

he’s embarrassed at himself but more pissed off that saeran isn’t saying anything. his expressed has barely changed, but he’s blinking at him and looking maybe just a little confused, tilting his head a bit

nd he’s like.

“we are friends”

yoosung is. So confused. SO FUCKING Confused.

“what? but you hate me!”

“um. no.”

“but you’re always mumbling under your breath that i’m annoying! you say rude things and mock me!”

saeran just. shrugs. avoids eye contact and shove his hands in his pockets. he says “you are annoying” like it’s a fact and kinda. walks away to go do other things

yoosung is left there confused and frustrated but not as mad as he thinks he should be

OK and like? insight into saeran’s side..... saeran’s annoyance w/ yoosung just gradually fades away as he gets better and opens up to people, but he feels weird at first doing a complete 180 and treating yoosung super friendly. part of him also isn’t ready for yoosung’s dramatically cheerful “gosh i KNEW we could be friends” and big hugs and all that

also because.......... he likes seeing yoosung huffy and frustrated. it’s really funny to him. he likes it? a lot more than he probably should to be honest. and at this point he just automatically considers them friends. at least in his mind? idk. his thought process is like “i don’t totally hate them and i think they’re okay to be around so... friend.”

as for the roots comment he made?? it goes a bit deeper than all this fluffy silly stuff. like... for saeran, it’s really easy to trigger flashbacks or panic attacks for him? so many little things remind him of his mom or mint eye, rika, etc. it’s hard... i feel like there’s some vague discomfort he feels around yoosung when he’s reminded about how strongly yoosung cares/cared for rika.

and it’s easy enough to keep it under control because yoosung doesn’t talk about her that much anymore, bbbbbut like. sometimes... saeran remembers someone mentioning that yoosung dyed his hair to be closer to rika. they don’t really look alike (bc she was adopted if i remember correctly?) but the blond hair and the significance behind it can get to him sometimes.

so when yoosungs natural roots start showing he is... really relieved? really happy too tbh. bc he kind of maybe sort of genuinely likes hangin around w yoosung! and now he can see that little sign that he really is his own person, not just some kid who idolizes (idolized?) the person who abused him. ye.

anyways from here on saeyoung probably teases yoosung when yoosung asks him what the Fuck is going on w his brother. he’s like

“lol how did you not notice that he likes being around you? it’s so obvious. he wouldn’t do things like stay in the room while we’re playing games to stare at the back of your head for 3 more seconds if he didn’t like you!! come on, dude.”

(yoosung didnt notice that tho whoops)

and “the teasing or whatever? pissing you off? holy shit dude that makes it even MORE obvious that he’s chill with you”

yoosung stays confused until he decides to talk to saeran about it and they start like. actually having proper conversations. and hanging out. and they both feel pretty awkward at first but their relationship gradually develops until they’re really good friends.

and then eventually, really good boyfriends. whooops.

that’s it’s own post altogether tho so i’ll leave it at that

if ur reading this, thank u for bearing with me thru my rambling. god.

#under a cut but SO FUCKING LOOONG #im? so sorry. holy shit.#yooran #. gh0st blabs #mysme spoilers ?? thats a given

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hi,hey. i’ve had a tumblr for quite awhile at thispoint. and at a time i wanted to get all popular and have a following and be noticed. but i quickly gotover that. now im20. im 20 fuckng years old. im 20 and i feel like im 14 and trapped in my head. like most 14 year olds i was sad all the damn time, like depressed but like okay . like clearly not okay but i was “handling it” like i didnt tell anybody. and that was freshman year right so like 2014i was 14 ish. and so highschool. 4 years . 4 years of being sad. struggling. but like i liked it. i hated it but i never did anything about it? idk no need to beat myself up for that. i just i was okay and then my best friend was in love with my and i wasnt and that fucked me up, fucked us both up for sure. not to mention my friend group kinda like belittled me and always attacked what i said and people always pointed out how weird i was and lots of other things and i just like lost my spark. 8th grade was amazing i felt on top of the world i didnt let any thing people said get to me . i had an amazing friend and we had so much fun all the damn time (we are still friends thank god <3 ) but highschool like killed me, i grew quiet by sophomore year when we both switched schools together, i traveled for the second half and she went back .at that point i was talking to this guy, and as far as horrible people go he makes the cut. but i let him crush me to bits from the inside out. so we get to junior year and i must be completey fucked up at this point because i dont remember it at all. i spent contless wasted moments texting, snapchating and practically obsessing over a fucking psycho ass hole. i listened to music 24/7 and every time i hung out with my friends i felt like i didnt really fit. like i belonged to a different group of people that i never got the chance to meet. i was in theater in highschool and that was a horrible experience. and senior year i dont remember well either. then the past two years ive been at community college and still depresed and anxious . i cant even walk across campus without fear of having to talk to someone even if i knew them its just so uncomfortable. and in classs i was bored out of my mind . zero concentration. not to mention trying to study?? to sit down and write a paper?? and when i got myself to research things i couldnt hold in any information past my eyes for more than a second. id try to work and id just cry. id completely break down. id write and rewrite and try to read it over and it never made any sense to me. i just couldnt . the second year i ended up giving up finals week because i thought i just couldnt do it which looking back was so stupid because i probably would havefucking passed at the very least. and so this last semester i dropped two of the three classses and bearly passed the one i stayed it.

i had a brief moment of bliss when i started hanging out with an old friend who is now my boyfriend. it was so nice at first like getting to know him and hanging out with his roomates it was all very fun for those few months and i was working at olive garden and then came new yearas and i quite olive garden and practically moved in w my borfiend whos crashing at his parents . and so here iam now. the joy i felt getting to know him , all that new fuzzy feeling . it faded. it was no longer enough to destract form my painful insides. and ive been doing so bad . i was on a birthcontrol that seriously fucked my head up i was crying on the daily . and i switched to one that doesnt do that but my original depression anxiety is back and i dont know if its always been this bad or it i am just more grown and more wise, if i am just now more aware of how un normal the way i feel is. and im just so fucking sick and tired of this .

i am thnkfully not suicidal. i made a point to myself ,when i was first feeling depressed and tried some mild self harm, that killing myself wasnt an option and hurting myself was stupid and woiuld only cause more problems and make it harder to hid so i dont do that, even if sometimes i want to beat myself up. its not my fault . im just so sad that this is my life. oh man i just started crying . i told my doctor yesterday and i have a n apointment with a councilor tomorrow. im scared i dont want to cry in front of them, and i know ill break down at the first mention. anyway. im probably going to go on antidepressants and im kinda scared of the side effects or that it wont work.

plus im trying to move and well any of you whove moved out on there own with no help can vouch for how stressful that is, plus all this anxiety and depression on top of that you can imagine how shitty i feel lately, maybe.

so this wasnt cheerful or insparational i just needed to pu this out here. im not going to fix the spelling errors or grammer becuase it doesnt matter. wish me luck. lets hope i can get to a point of such happiness that it makes up for the past 6 years .

#self harm mention #suicide mention #depression #anxiety #strawbbygjrl #my posts #miakodank

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Morning sex was more passionate, and a bit briefer. Hes even kissing me with my dragon breath. We havent even hit the floor button yet. When we get to the ground floor we smoke together outside, recap our enjoyment with each other. My back hurts from how he so violently throws my legs back to eat my pussy while Im cumming, both my pussy and asshole are recovering from their respective stretching and beating, and Im walking on a broken toe.

We get dressed together, and he goes to walk me out but as soon as the elevator door closed he dropped to his knees. He tells me after two days with me, he wont be able to fuck for a week. God damn that was good. He reaches up, hits L, and continues his works. 10/10 would fuck any time. I am completely satisfied. This will happen one week from now, when he has free time again.

I scamper home to sit on frozen bags of peas, pound water, and cuddle all my pillows. tt/2i9A4Cy /u/DDfnord Link is directly to this story http://ift. This entry on my sex blog has hyperlinks, if youd like to see it in full I write on WordPress and the blog name is All The Dicks.

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