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kickingitwithkirk · 2 years

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Mascara and Masquerade

Summary: Jensen gets a new celebrity assistant who’s not what she appears to be

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 3896

Warnings: cursing, family issues, age differences, deception/hiding the truth, some angst, sexual fantasy, male masturbation, sex toy, loss of a child

A/N: for @deanwanddamons #deanwandamons3Kfollowerschallenge

A/N II: story set season 13 and told POV of Jensen and Reader and if it seems kinda crazy, it’s the characters acting outta character due to past experiences

Prompts: Secret Dating, “Did you just tell that person I was gonna ask out that we’re dating?” Third Wheel-Protective Best Friend

Squares Filled: @anyfandomgoesbingo -Escort AU @spnkinkbingo -DDLG @j3bingo -”Did you just tell that person I was gonna ask out that we’re dating?” @spnmixedbingo -Amnesia @spnaubingo - Demigod AU

Vancouver

July 24th

~You~

“May I see your ID?”

I hand my driver's license and temp pass out the car window to the guard, checking it against their paperwork and handing it back telling me how to get to administration to acquire my permanent credentials.

Even though I come in an extra hour early, some mixup delays me and when I finally reach the lot I am greeted by a harassed gopher grumbling at how late I am.

Since they weren’t who I was working for, I didn’t bother to explain what happened and grab my work bag to follow as they gave me a quick tour before heading into the soundstage.

I’ve worked on several shows over the last four years but this was the first time a set had struck me dumb in amazement.

TV screens don't do justice to the attention to detail that had gone into the construction of The Bunker, briefly reminding me of classic movies where the builders meticulously created intricate woodwork and set designers used sumptuous material and antiques to create ambiance.

My escort showed me an innocuous corner to wait in until they were finished with the current scene and I watch amazed, as always, how actors can slip in/out of their characters.

After checking the playback and being satisfied the director called for the next scene's setup the gopher approached one of the actors and said something pointed toward me and they turned, eyes me then frowned.

Terrific start.

I squared my shoulders before walking over to introduce myself to the man whose life I’d been hired to, well, basically run. “I apologize for being delayed sir,” their eyebrows went up, “administration hadn’t received my visa credentials and took a while to sort out.”

“I’m not that formal so call me by my first name..”

“..it would be unprofessional Mr. Ackles.”

~Jensen~

It’d been a good day without Misha here distracting us, aka Jared, and looking like we’re getting done ahead of schedule when one of the gophers told me my new assistant had finally shown up, only three hours late, and when I see the person sent I’m disappointed, having requested a guy or older woman with industry experience.

Instead, they’ve sent some dowdy looking, just knows gonna be wet behind the ears twenty-something.

For a split second the way she walks reminds me of Jared, must have something to do with her height when she started apologizing.

Someone raised her with manners but I’m less than thrilled when she calls me sir, last thing I want is to be reminded that I’m edging forty, saying it’s unprofessional to call me by my first name.

“Where the hell did you come from..nineteen-fifty?”

“Texas actually.”

“Huh, don’t sound like it, where ‘bouts?”

She shrugged “just ‘bouts. I spent several years outta state for school, guess it eradicated my accent.”

Wasn’t sure what to make of the dodge but let it go, noticing some eavesdroppers, “it’s gonna be a bit till they’re done setting up so let’s head somewhere less noisy to finish this discussion.”

Grabbing a cart I drive us to my trailer and held the door like the gentleman my mama raised me gesturing for her to proceed, “thank you si..Mr. Ackles.”

Deciding I’d better stay clear-headed so I don’t say something stupid pull a couple of bottles of water and hand her one before settling in the recliner, “I’m sorry but you’re not gonna do..” I trailed off when she slightly squinted and her forehead wrinkled.

Huh, now she’s giving me Sam.

“Why not?”

“I asked for someone with experience, the last two were so young they couldn’t find their own asses let alone keep my shit in line.”

“I happen to know where my ass is and very experienced at keeping other people's shit in line.”

She fished around in this ridiculous oversized bag she’s been toting hands over a few printouts for me to read.

Y/N Y/L/N, graduated Magma Cum Ludi while working as Sterling K. Brown's celebrity assistant. Been hearing nothing but good things about his new show and interesting, even Milo gave her a recommendation.

“I’ll admit your credentials are impressive, obtaining a bachelor's degree while working the batshit crazy hours this industry runs on but I gotta ask, why’d you request a transfer? Sterling’s a good guy to work for.”

“I liked working for him but didn’t cotton to the LA bullshit. I thought about Georgia or New York, but neither suited me, Van has a more of the right vibe and people are nicer here.”

A straight shooter, I liked that.

“I must be a glutton for punishment,” point a stern finger at her, “you're on probation ‘cause I’ve been burned by people your age young lady, so if you fucking flake on me..”

“..you’ll kick my ass all the way back to Texas?”

“Damn straight,” someone knocks on the door yelling I’m needed back on set. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Jared’s assistant, they can show you how to keep and coordinate our schedules. Now for some ground rules, you're gonna want to write these down.”

“I have an excellent memory.”

“Uh huh,” I mutter heading out the door and getting in the cart, “it's Jensen, my dad is sir. I expect you to be available at all times so if you’ve got something, let me know.”

I weave around an offloading truck, “be here by 6:30 and it's no secret I’m not a morning person so don’t try going over anything until I’ve had my coffee, black and strong and I’ll grab something from craft services.”

Parking near the set entrance we walk few steps and appraise her again in in the daylight. One things for sure, she’s as plain a Jobs ass behind those humongous spectacles, definitely no temptation there so I won’t have to worry about being in the shitter with HR.

“You’ve gotta get a different wardrobe,” she stopped with a questioning expression and I pointedly peer down frowning, “that outfit might be fine for some bumfuck lawyers office but here it’s long days so jeans, sneakers, or boots depending on the weather. When we’re doing public events wear a nice jacket. Entienda?”

Shifting that godawful bag held out her hand, “Sí, but I’m still gonna call you Mr. Ackles, otherwise it’d be impertinent. ¿Lo entiendes?”

I took her hand and we both got zapped, the kind you get when shuffling across carpeting then touching metal, and Y/N quirks a peculiar smile.

What the fuck about you keeps reminding me of Jared?

I quickly plastered a pleasant smile on, “one week only kid, should give us time to get comfortable with each other.”

We head inside as I shook out my hand, perplexed.

Gotta a feeling you're gonna be more than I’ve bargained for.

~You~

October 9th

Rogers Stadium

How the hell did I get roped into this? I don’t even like baseball!

I’ve done support for other charity events the show does but participate? Yet here I am, sitting in the dugout watching the casts practice session.

Truth be told, I’ve been watching my boss work up a sweat, I’m so not into the whole moist look on guys, on most it’s icky but what the fuuuck, does nothing look bad on Jensen?

He’s practically glistening under the stadium's lighting, even the damp bits of his hair are sexily sticky and feel a throbbing between my legs drop my head into my hands groan in frustration cause falling for my boss wasn’t part of the plan!

“Hey,” I peek and he’s close enough to see sweat gliding over his skin. “Yeah,” I squeak made his eyebrows shot up in surprise chucks a thumb at home plate, “your turn.”

“Oh, I uhh, I don’t,” bat swinging gestured. That’s not a total lie, my brothers taught me how to hit a ball.

Okay, it was a kid’s plastic set and I was four but still, it counts.

Jensen gives me annoyed Dean, “you’ve gotten off..”if you only knew how bad I need to, “..so get your butt out here young lady.” I obediently follow him off to the side and pick up a practice bat, “you know which end to grip?”

“I’m not Aunt Bea, thank you very much,” I groused making him laugh took my stance, “thought you said nobody likes a smartass.”

“Depends how nice the ass is,” he snarked, stepping behind me places a hand on my hip, “widen your stance.”

Shifting made my ass bump against his crotch, hello Mr. Chub, can’t resist wiggling my money against him, “like this?”

Jensens grip tightened and breath hitches before speaking in Dean��s roughened voice, “I’m gonna pitch a few so keep your eye on the balls.”

“Oh, I know how to keep my eye on your balls,” I innocently tease, then spot Jared not only watching us but overhearing flirty comeback tensed and pointedly throwing bitchface at me.

Foul ball

#SPNNOLA

October 29th

“Excuse us,” Jensen firmly gripped my bicep hauling me off the barstool marching us towards the back door.

Once we’re outside he slams it shut and shoving me against it leans in so close I can smell the bourbon he’s been enbidding, ”did you just tell that person I was gonna ask out that we’re dating?”

“I was saving you from you, you jerk,” and before I can continue his expression grows dark.

Fuuuck, if Jensen had channeled that into Demon Dean found myself almost acting like Pavlov's dog. Every time he drops into his dominant persona, its becoming harder to resist dropping into my little subspace and calling him daddy.

“Look, I get you're jonesing for some sushi but keeping your shit in line is my job so I’m now advising you not to fuck around with a swindel cat.”

“A What!”

“That person fucks people while secretly filming them then hands the vid to a shady distributor who’s gonna release it unless you cough up some cheddar,” Jensen’s mouth dropped open, “your welcome.”

I grabbed his wrist checking the time, “let’s head over to Daisy Duke's, I got a sudden craving for biscuits and sausage gravy with a side of greasy breakfast and pot of coffee for you, last days in five hours.”

~Jensen~

I shut the door leaning back against it grateful this weekend has come to a close.

Never in a million would’ve I imagined having my ass jam scammed let alone saved by my twenty-something assistant who persistently tails me when cruising bars on con weekends.

What a pathetic piece of sh..divorcé..I’ve become.

On the way to shower I caught my reflection in the mirror stare at the leaner, tired face reflected back. Logically, I knew it was from getting older and not having a lotta time to work out more than to maintain these days turned my back to it and strip.

Walking outta the bath naked vigorously towel-dry my short hair and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs spot a box lying on the bed that wasn’t there when I came in.

Opening its flaps find a Fleshlight Turbo Thrust Blowjob Masturbator nestled inside start devising pay back on the fucker pranking me, figuring it’s Jared or his new cohort Alex spot a handwritten note.

Wait, that’s my mousy, irritatingly persistent assistant Y/N’s handwriting, the person responsible for my balls being backed up from not getting any in weeks has wrote something I’d expect to find in penthouse forum.

Once again, I’m wondering if she’s taken her job of handling my shit a little too personally.

Fuck it.

I grab a couple of pillows to pad the headboard and grab the toy and lube outta the box squirt a generous amount in its opening and coat its outer lips start teasing my cockhead watch it swallow my shaft and, adjusting it tighter, start working it up and down.

Damn, does it feel good.

“Mmmm, that’s it, feels good but you can take more.. you look beautiful, mouth all stretched out taken daddy’s fat cock..suck harder..yeah, just like that..fuck little girl, you should see how my cocks bulging out your throat..oh shit gonna cum..fuuuck Y/N!”

Flight to Vancouver

Without Jared, who detoured home, to keep me distracted chattering on about whatever his nerd brain was into at the moment because mine won’t stop replaying that fucked up fantasy I had starring Y/N again found myself trying to sort out what the hell going on with these fucked up feelings I keep having about her.

Been a long time since I’ve met someone I’ve wanted an alternative relationship with impulsively pick up my phone.

>Hey, hadn’t👂from 🫵 miss the 🛩

<tickling my 😆 🦴smartass, on ✈️ with 🫵

>don’t 👀 🫵

<;in coach ☹️

>I’m 😑

<Ahh poor baby, stuck in🥇class while I’m smooshed like 🥫🍣 I’m 😫 ❄️

I chuckled at her sarcasm:

>need to 💬 about that 🔞🎁

<did you👍 or to much a gentleman to 💋&🗣

> 🦗🦗🦗

< 😆 knew it’d 💡your 🧨 did your🕹💥

>I find that❓inappropriate young lady😡

<I’m not sorry daddy😏

Switching off my phone glanced around before reaching down to adjust my chub and thunk my head against the seat back.

So not how I wanted that to go.

Three days till Thanksgiving

Jared bound into my trailer noticed my mood, “hey, what’s up?”

“My dog walker called,” the door opens and Y/N came in carrying some drycleaning gave Jared a tight smile.

For some unfathomable reason, she’s being more wary of him and he’s been acting weird since the charity baseball game last month.

Hell, maybe she has a crush on him and he knows so why does that thought give me acid burn?

“They've got a family emergency. Fuck, I didn’t wanna fly Icarus since he just had surgery but Mama insisted I be there, said all the families coming this year.”

“So what’s the excuse gonna be when the lady you're,” he does those finger quotes, “secretly dating doesn’t show again?” Y/N makes this weird face at his question.

“I’ll think of something.”

“I’ll take Icarus.” she offers and swear I can hear Jared’s gears grinding, “if you're worried about the cost, you’re welcome to fly with us, getcha as far as Austin.”

“Mr. Padalecki,” her response is polite feel the temp figuratively drop, “I appreciate the offer but no thanks,” he starts to speak again, “my showing up for anything has never gone over well with my siblings. I’ll drop by for him tomorrow,” curtly nodding to Jared she left.

“What the fuck did I do to make her fucking hate me!”

Jared can be a lot to handle and know it bothers him when someone doesn’t respond well to his hyper personality, unlike me, Mr. Keep Your Damn Distance.

“I don’t know man, you’ve seen the shit she gives me,” Jared snorted, “like you don’t deserve it. Y/N’s friendly with everyone else..even puts up with Misha!” Jared fake pouts, “I overheard her and Alex planning some Christmas-themed bar hop next break.”

I gave him a look and Jared bust out laughing then became somber, “wonder what happened with her family to feel like your not welcome. Fuck, don’t know if I could handle not being part of mine,” he remarked heading out and his words got me thinking too.

Y/N is not the most open person, like me in that aspect, but thinking back, she deflects on a lot on personal stuff and got the idea of who might know something and plan on covertly visiting them in a couple of weeks.

December 3

San Francisco, CA

Hyatt Regency SFO (Airport) Hotel

11:30 AM

Jared and I exited the stage and caught sight of JDM conversing with Y/N, laughing at some anecdote she’s saying before he’s called to the stage.

Passing by, Jeff places a hand on my shoulder, halting me, and leans in muttering, “doesn’t she remind you of Jared when we first started?”

He’s wearing his pay attention to what I’m not saying son, squeezing once joined Sam Smith onstage.

“Hey,” Y/N tapping her wrist and cocking her head towards the prep room for me to hurry up and I follow and start appraising her with my director's eye.

She’s fairly tall, but that’s not unusual for women nowadays, bland as hell hair color and could stand some different make-up, always wearing this unflattering lip rouge. Her wardrobe has some improvements but still, wonder if she’d let me take her shopping sometime.

Hmm, it’s entirely possible this look is so she’ll be taken seriously still being.. Fuck, I don’t even know how old she!

Her dark eyes start doing a weird, squinty blink, “your eyes bothering you?”

“Huh? Oh, guess it’s the A/C.”

“I have some drops in my bag you can use.”

“Thanks but I need the one for lens,” she abruptly stopped and did that downturn with her mouth.

“There’s a bottle in the front pocket,” pretending I didn’t hear that last bit, “help yourself,” and stroll out now knowing those glasses are fake.

~You~

December 18th

“What’d I do?”

I turned to see Alex mirroring my shocked expression after Jensen snaps, no, fucking blew his fucking lid storming outta the makeup trailer.

“I..I‘ve,” I stumbled over what to say because I’m not sure if he is aware of what happened four years ago. “It wasn't about you. Umm, I’m gonna head out and deal with the boss man.”

Alex looked contrite, “okay, ahh..could you tell him I wanna apologize.”

“You don’t need to, been around long enough to know he’ll come to you hat in hand. So, I’ll see you tomorrow night at the pub crawl.”

~~~

I quietly shut the trailer door and sit next to Jensen finally get to see the photo I was told he always carries.

It’s a candid taken by his dad of Danneel, his mom, and him just before they’d had put JJ to bed that night four years ago unaware it’d be the last time.

He hastily tucks it away and on impulse I reach for the hand resting on his jean-clad thigh and tangled our fingers together when his chartreuse eyes cut to me, narrowing.

I learned when he does that, it’s not for people to drop whatever he’s not liking, it’s Jensen’s about to fucking go off for real.

“I went to LA,” I quickly dropped my gaze, “I’m taking you home and we’re gonna have a long conversation. Do you understand me, young lady?”

“Yes sir.”

I’m totally screwed.

~Jensen~

I shut her apartment door and immediately issue orders, “you’re gonna wash all that shit off and you’d better not come out till you’re squeaky clean, do you understand me?”

Y/N’s eyes got big bit on her bottom lip and felt that sensation roll through me, “yes sir,” she whispered, “umm, it’s gonna take me a bit, make yourself at home. I don’t have much in the fridge but there’s a bottle in the cabinet over it,” and disappears through the bath door.

While she’s preoccupied I took the opportunity and have look around.

She lives in a very small furnished studio and don’t see one personal item sitting out, only a few Christmas cards on the dinette do something I’d normally never, ever do, and start going through drawers starting with the under bed storage found confirmation of what I’d observed and suspected about certain proclivities of hers.

Back to the kitchen I found the decent label bourbon grab it and pour two glasses then kick back on the sectionals chaise-end flipped through the channels finding an NFL game.

~~~

“What’s the score?”

“13 to..” my mouth dropped.

“I know,” downing the second glass of bourbon the alcohol roughed her voice, “I’m Jared minus the chest hair.”

I sat there amazed how the similarities outweighed their differences; minus the contouring makeup the shape of her face was Jared, even that tipped nose with random freckles instead of moles but her jawline was femininely softened and framed by much longer, cinnamony-chestnut hair.

Without the colored-contacts and hideous glasses I can see her fox-tilted eyes also have a unique color patterns.

“I can’t wrap my head around this contrast,” waving my hand over her visage, “you lied, deceive us all..for what, shits and giggles?”

“This isn’t something I just started doing, I’ve been disguising this,” pointing to her face, “for years.”

“Why?”

“You gonna rat me out?”

“Don’t dodge my question.”

“This was Chad’s idea..”

“What the hell possessed you to listen to Murray? Know what, scratch that, start at the beginning.”

“David Copperfield beginning?”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“You said it depends how nice the ass is and you could bounce a nickel off mine.”

“Now is not the time for levity.”

“If you're worried about Jared’s reaction, don’t. The only thing my famous brothers gonna care about is how fast you can ship me the fuck outta here!” The vitriol in her voice shocked me, only once I’ve heard her like this was when I was three sheets to the wind and acting like a bastard.

“I’m trying to wrap my head around the comments you’ve said versus what I know. The Padalecki's are one of the closest families I’ve ever met and I can’t conceive how it’s even possible for them to have hidden you all these years.”

“It started when Jared signed on with his management agency, some nonsense about our age gap and public opinion.”

I remember opinions were more conservative back when we first started in the industry and public opinion is everything.

“How much of an age gap are we talking here?”

“Fourteen, you do the math.”

“Holy fucking shit! You're only twenty-one?!”

“Twenty-two, my birthdays was on Halloween. Look, I’ll make you a deal, let me stay on til the thirty-first so I can get a leg up finding another position and..”

“And?”

“You apologize to Alex before he apologizes to you, he doesn’t know about JJ and this time of year.”

“Fuck, you and Jared are alike in more ways than one,” I refilled the glasses, “I’ll make you a counter-deal. You know I’m spending part of Christmas break with my parents,” she nodded, “pretend to be my girlfriend and..”

“What the hell? What makes you think I’d ever agree to that?”

“We’d be doing each other a favor, you’ll keep them off my back and I won’t say anything. We know enough about each other to get away with and you’ve proved to be one helluva actor, can improvise on the spot and I..”

“Just can’t bear to let the best assistant you’ve ever had go?”

“If you’re wanna stick around, we’ll discuss a mutually beneficial off-the-clock relationship.”

“Why is my spidey sense tingling?”

“Maybe because I found some interesting items under that bed,” holding up one said items smirk, “wouldn't have taken you for a little.”

Y/N smirked back, “wouldn’t have taken you for a daddy.”

“You’ve been very, very naughty,” I unbuckled my belt and slipped it through the loops, “so daddy needs to reminded you what happens to bad girls.”

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orpheusredux · 2 years

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14, 19 and 58 from the nsfw asks list

Hi! Thanks for being our first response to this call out! Just a reminder, these questions and responses are STRICTLY 18+, do not ask or comment or even look if you are a minor. Anyway, I just got Eddie's reply so I'll pass it over to him:

Hi, officialsimp4eddie - ah, I don’t know how this chick convinced me to tell you all this stuff, but who am I to deny the pervy yearnings of the fans, huh? Also, sex is fucking great and beautiful and we should all get a fuck tonne more of it. Orgasms all round!

Enjoy, you sexy little sickos. - Eddie

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Ok, I’m gonna be real here: There’s something super awkward about getting a BJ. Like…It feels good, no denying, but also there’s a person’s mouth on your junk. They have teeth. They may choke a little. You don’t know what to do with your hands. You’re like, mentally screaming at yourself, “don’t fart, don’t fart, don’t you fucking fart”. Also, the last time you were looking down on your cock, you were pissing out of it, which is … you know. Ew. (No offense if that’s your bag, it’s just not mine.) So, anyway, where was I? Oh, right. It’s just, like, not altogether relaxing? Maybe that’s just me? I’d prefer a handy and some tongue, to be honest. Feeling her tits pressed against me, her lips all soft and slick from lip balm - gloss - whatever, and her hand wrapped tight around me. Yeah.

Eating pussy, on the other hand? I gotta tell you, there is no finer meal.

Every girl tastes different, looks different, moves different when you go down on her, right? You need to be alert to what she’s not saying. Some girls don’t like it - sometimes they feel vulnerable and weird about it because some idiot told them it smells, or it’s dirty or some shit. So, I don’t take it for granted that she wants my face all up in there, you know? But if she is into it, then I too am into it. So very, very into it.

I don’t want to get too goddamned poetical here, but they do look like a flower. They’re like, what’s the fucking plant… with the… the thing… you know. Orchids! Orchids. A pussy is like an orchid, made out of velvet, and that’s how you have to treat it when you get down there, like don’t dive in, it's not a chow bowl. And don’t for the love of fuck, go straight for her clit, she will not thank you for that. You have to easy your way in there, you know? Big, flat tongue licks, like a cat. Go in soft, till she’s bucking against your face. Then you go for her clit, man. Kiss that little nubbin. Make out with it. Fuck their bodies are so… holy shit.

The real joy of it, though, the thing that really gets my dick hard, is that feeling when she’s letting you see her come undone, letting you see this part of her, kiss her in this fucking… sacred place, man. To like, enter her with your tongue.

Forget about it. I could do it all day.

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

I don’t know if you’ve seen my trailer, but like, there is no room for a fucking bath. Are you kidding? There’s barely enough room for the goddamned shower. We have a half-tub in there, for if you have kids, I guess. But I haven’t had a bath since I was like, 5.

Also, just the logistics of that confounds me, you know? Like, are you getting bathwater all up in her? Are you sloshing it all over the floor? Who's cleaning that up afterwards? I don’t like the sound of it to be honest.

I guess… OK, you can’t tell Steve this, but one time, in like, Junior year, his family went on holiday to fucking France or some shit. The guy would not shut up about it. “Oh no, I gotta got the France with my family… poor me,” honestly. Unbelievable.

So, anyway, the Harringtons leave town, and a bunch of us break into their backyard and have a pool party. No shit. It was wild. I can’t remember who all was there, but one of the neighbors sticks their head over the fence and is like: “you kids keep it down over there. OK?” and Rick’s like, “Yes sir!”. No clue we weren’t Harrington's basketball buddies or something.

You gotta swear never to tell, Steve. Jeeze, maybe I should tell him? What do you think?

Anyway, this cousin of Rick’s was there from out of state. Amy, her name was. She was so cute, so hot. Really a great girl. And we hit it off. So when everyone had either passed out or fucked off, we ended up - you know - doing it in the pool, which is the closest I have ever been to fucking in the bath.

I would never normally kiss and tell, but she was so psyched she got railed in a swimming pool she told anyone who would listen. Apparently, it was some kind of bucket list thing?

Anyway, I won’t say much more except buoyancy is nothing to be sniffed at, if you know what I mean. Also, your jizz totally looks like a fucked up jellyfish in chlorinated water. Sorry, was that gross? That was gross.

Jesus, please don’t tell Harrington. He’ll beat my ass. But it was before I knew him.

58: Booty or Boobs?

Oh man, this is a good question, I have never honestly thought about this… like, what do I look at first?

Honestly, this is going to make me sound like I’m trying to be smooth, but I will totally notice a girl’s smile first. I know, I know, but it’s the truth, man. Look around, half the world has boobs, everyone has an ass. How many people really light up when they smile? It's a special gift.

But I guess, if you’re talking about when I’m being - intimate - which I know you are, you little degenerate, I’m more about the boobs.

Nipples man, I love ‘em. I love the feel of a nipple in my mouth, love feeling her squirm under me when I suck 'em, love nibbling on ‘em rolling them around between my teeth till she’s almost squealing. I love to suck on them so hard, it’s almost a hickey. Jesus.

All tits are beautiful. I love tiny little puffy titties; I love a good handful; I adore some huge boobs, although I understand they’re not much fun for the girl carrying them around all day. Also, men are fucking animals and think big boobs mean a girl is easy. Honestly, it’s a wonder women will have anything to fucking do with us some times.

But I do enjoy a big girl, I love those curves, you know? Am I… is it OK to say that? I like big boobs and I cannot lie.

OK, that’s enough over sharing from me. Holy shit. I need to nut. Thanks for nothing.

____

WOW, OK, thanks for that, Eddie, that was... way more than I expected.

Check out the list of questions if you want to ask Eddie anything. And don't forget to check out my AO3 and my masterlists.

Also, I hate to ask, but would you consider reblogging? It really does help!

(CAVEAT: Y'all know this isn't really Eddie, right? Because he is a fictional character. This is a writing exercise. I have no connection or relationship to the Duffers or Stranger things. I'm just fooling around)

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itsstrange · 3 years

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Quirky Ways

Relationship: Karl Urban x Reader

A/N: The reason I wrote this small fic was because it’s based on true events and the way it played reminded me of Laz Alonso’s ocd, LOL. So..whatever you are about to read is something that actually happened to me a few days ago. No Joke.

And Yes! It was still safe to eat. Mom.

Summary: Reader is in a convention promoting The Boys with the cast, when she does something that surprises a co-star but also makes Karl remember why exactly he fell for her.

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: (None) Fluff, cute, humor, germ phobia, ocd mentioned,

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Enjoy!! ✨💕

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“The Boys ladies and gentlemen!” The host yells into the microphone, the crowd cheers as you all climbed off the stage,

Once back stage, everybody took a group photo before heading off to take individual photos. Once that was out of the way everyone began doing short interviews before heading off to their next destination, which was either more interviews or in your case, finally meeting fans. After a long day of multiple interviews with multiple reporters, and multiple photo shoots, you were finally getting to the end of the day. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, hell, you wouldn’t be who you are right now if it wasn’t for your amazing fans, but there are times where it can be exhausting. You’ve been doing conventions for a few years now, but even then, your energy will be consumed by the end of the day. Leaving you passed out on your hotel room with drool, possibly, falling out of your mouth.

Although on the bright side, you will admit; feeling completely drained out will give you the best nights sleep of all time.

You, along with Karl and Laz, made your way down the hallway where you would be doing auto ops. You were excited, just like any other day when it comes to meeting your fans. As you were walking side by side with your handler, Karl and Laz were right behind you, talking amongst themselves about god knows what. Most likely making plans for later on in the evening and trying to figure out which bar would be best to go to for drinks. You could have cared less, considering they always know which bar has the best service with the best drinks. As long as they have a joint picked by the end of the day, then your all settled.

While walking down the hall, your handler goes on about having to answer a few fan questions after the auto session before calling it a day. You nod your head and continue to walk down the hall, however, as you were about to walk through a door you recognized a nearby trash can by the wall. It was filled to the brim, but right on top was the familiar medium size carton box of Oreos. Just as you were about to go through the door, you reach out for the box, slightly bumping into Laz from your sudden movement.

“What are you doing?” The man asks, switching his gaze from you to the trash bin,

Quicker than lightening, Laz’s face turns to disgust when he sees you picking the box from the trash.

“No, do not!” Laz says in disgust as he tries shoving you away from the trash bin,

“I put them there,” You argue back and quickly grip the box of cookies before walking through the door,

“That’s disgusting!”

“I put them there!”

“Doesn’t matter if you put them there! They were in the trash!” A small smile tugs on your lips as you walk down the room,

“I had just put them there, besides they are in a box,” You glance at him from your shoulder as you open the carton,

Laz shakes his head, disgust still written on his face. Karl however, was only watching the two of you bicker with a smile on his face and slightly shaking his head. It was nothing new he hadn’t known from you, when you did surprise him however, he would only stare at you with a small smile slowing appearing on his lips until he tugs you closer towards his chest and plants a loving kiss on your head.

“Kid,” Laz warns you when he hears you opening the wrapper next,

A soft chuckle escapes from you. You just love messing around with Laz, he was like your older brother. He loved you and always made sure you were doing okay, and when you weren’t having the best days he would make sure to brighten your day as much as he can and as much as you allowed him to. What you loved the most about the man was he had the same humor as you, both of you enjoyed pranking one another or your co-stars. Like the time you and him teamed up on Jack, filling the poor guys trailer with glue traps all over the floor. He was honestly the best partner in crime you could have asked for.

“Y/n don’t-,” His words die in his mouth when you turn around, looking at him straight in the eyes you shove a full Oreo cookie in your mouth,

Laz’s face twists into a sour expression, making you grin around the cookie. He covers his mouth with a fist, still staring at you with such disgust and disbelief. In all his three years that he has known you, he has never been truly surprised by your weirdness, until now. Before turning back around you look over at Karl who was only staring at you with such amusement and a small smile. You grin at him, teeth full of chocolate and earning a soft scoff along with a shake of his head.

“Ma man, control your girl please,” Laz darts his gaze to his friend as he pats his shoulder,

Karl only shakes his head again, “You and I both know not to mess with her and her cookies mate,”

You softly chuckle at both men as you continue to stuff your mouth, grinning wider when you hear Alonso’s comments about how unsanitary the trash is and how he didn’t know you were dumpster diver. However, Laz’s ridiculous comments wasn’t the only reason why you had a wide smile on your face. The second reason was due to what Laz had said not too long ago.

‘Your girl.’

What made your heart flip in your chest was how Karl didn’t even deny the label. It has only been four months into your relationship and the thought of you being his girl was honestly the best feeling you and any other girl out there can possibly have. It’s close to saying the words, but without mentioning, at least that’s how you felt and saw it. Not that you haven’t said those three words yet.

You two have been friends for a few years now, but those feelings grew as time passed and only got stronger. Neither of you had told one another, too afraid about what the other would say or feel about it, so the both of you kept amongst yourselves. Until one day at a wrap party, where you both had a few drinks in your system and feeling bold enough to finally reveal to each other. Which then resulted in you both waking up in each other’s arms, nude.

“Okay, we have another 30 minutes before you all have to start,” Julie, your handler says as she checks her phone,

“Perfect!” Laz claps his hands together, “Gonna hit the can real quick,”

With that, Laz begins to walk down the opposite side of the hallway towards the men’s restroom. His own handler and bodyguard following right behind him. Leaning against the wall as you wait for him to come back, you continue to eat you cookies.

“Hey Julie, you think you can find me some milk around here?” You ask just as you shove another Oreo into your mouth,

She nods her head as she looks down at her phone, “Once your settled out there I’ll make a quick run,”

You nod at her with a smile, reaching into your carton for another cookie just as a firm hand settles on your hip. A small peck on your cheek makes your smile widen, along with a small wave of goosebumps to run down your cheek and the side of your neck. Looking over your shoulder you immediately lock eyes with Hazel ones.

“Cookie?” You ask around a mouthful and shaking the small carton in your hand,

Karl only smiles at you as he kindly declines the offer. You look back down at the carton to pull out another cookie, but the feeling of eyes lingering makes you glance over your shoulder once again.

“What?” You ask when you see Karl looking at you with a small smile,

He shakes his head and places a strand of hair behind your ear, “Just remembering why exactly I fell for you,”

You smile with a blush and turn around to face him.

“Oh yeah? And what was the reason?” You wrap an arm around his neck while he wraps both arms around your waist,

“You and all your quirky ways,” A chuckle escapes from you,

“You can still back out if it get too weird for you,”

“Trust me darling, I wouldn’t want it any other way. You’re perfect the way you are,”

And he meant it. He honest to god meant it. Your entire personality, humor and heart of gold was unique. The moment you shared your true side with him, he right away knew you two would become great friends, but as the years passed his feelings for you only developed along the way. Till the point where he wasn’t able to hold them in anymore and just had to let you know. He wasn’t going to lie, if it wasn’t for the alcohol in his system he would have never thought of telling you how he truly felt. So till his day, he thanks Heinz for taking the wheel.

You stare into his Hazel eyes with a smile forming on your lips. With your free hand, you gently guide him down until your lips latch.

“I love you too,” You say once you breaking the kiss,

Karl smile softly at you, gently rubbing his thumb on your cheek before bending down to peck your lips once again.

“Alright, Grungie, Oskie ya ready?” Laz’s voice coming down the hallway makes you both to look up,

The random, yet odd, name makes Karl raise his brow. Giving the other man the famous Bones McCoy stare.

You furrow your brows at the nickname, smile tugging at your lips, “Did you just call me Grungie?”

“Yep. Fits you well from what I just witnessed,” You chuckle at him,

“And Oskie?” You question the name as you nod your head towards Karl, who still had an arm wrapped around you,

“Well he is your partner, only makes sense for him to be Oskie,” Laz defends himself as he walks away from you two,

Both you and Karl look at each other before softly chuckling.

“Guess where Sesame Street characters now,” You say as you toss the empty carton into a nearby trash bin,

Karl shrugs, “At least he paired us with the appropriate characters. Besides, if I can handle your weirdness in the real world, I’m sure I’ll be able to in the cartoon verse,”

You smirk at him, “Sure about that Oskie?”

He smiles at you and reaches out towards your hip, bringing you against his chest.

“Absolutely,” With that he bends down towards your lips, pecking them softly before pulling away from you and letting go through the door first,

While in the process of signing fan art, and other amazing things, your handler places a small bottle of milk in front of you with a miniature Grundgetta hugging the neck of the bottle and a small note written in black ink that read:

To: My Grungie

From: Your Oskie

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lokilickedme · 3 years

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The Tree War (something new to live for)

As anyone who’s read my blog in the last few days probably knows, we had a tornado rip through here the other day and the neighborhood is currently buried in downed trees and broken branches - so much so that after four days of cleanup there are now huge piles of deceased greenery and chopped wood pretty much everywhere you look. Most of us have been getting out there with axes and chainsaws making ourselves tidy piles of firewood for winter and putting the rest on trailers to be hauled to the yardwaste facility outside of town.

The garbage pickup company doesn’t take yard waste - no branches, leaves, bags of pine needles, nothing that came off anything that grew out of the ground. Not sure why, but it’s their rule and always has been.

Enter our entitled neighbor lady, the same entitled neighbor lady whose despicable dog attacked Little last summer and brought us to within two days of starting rabies shots because she’s a hateful sow and her pet shares a personality with her. You probably remember she got a mystery tree dumped in her front yard Monday night (we never did figure out where it came from, which makes it that much funnier). So little miss former Homecoming Queen and everybody’s favorite over-the-hill cheerleader (the woman is in her 40′s and still tries to ride on that dubious past glory) hires some guys to come cut the tree up and deal with it. Only the guys don’t take the tree away - they cut it up and leave it.

I can hear her squawking on her phone about it all the way inside my house. She takes care of all her telephone business outside in her driveway, I’ve never figured out why, except that maybe her shrieky voice sets her demondog to snarling or something so she has to go outside to use her Bitch Voice. Or maybe she just likes the world to know her business because she’s one of those “I’m the center of the universe” type people and we’re all supposed to orbit around her. So anyway, apparently the guys who cut the tree up aren’t going to come back and remove the debris, likely because their services are needed at pretty much every house in a half-mile radius of us and they’re booked for the next few months, and shrieky isn’t happy that she’s not priority. She decides to take things into her own hands because she’ll be damned if her yard is gonna look like that for one more day (yeah she’s like that).

So garbage day is Thursday, and this woman knows as well as everyone else on the block that the trash dudes don’t touch yard waste. But I guess she figures she’s special and they’ll take hers, so she drags it out to the corner with her trash bins, except she drags it over to our side of the fence so that it’s mostly in our yard.

Hell naw. Husband comes home that evening and I tell him to go look at what she’s done. It’s a solid hell naw from him too, and he goes out and drags it all back into her yard. And then the trash guys come the next morning, and of course they take the trash from the bins and leave the tree crap where it sits because them’s the rules sparky.

I’m treated to another round of her standing in her driveway squawking on her phone about it. And then the following morning I go outside to check the weather and she’s dragged it to our side again, not as far this time, but still making it look like it’s ours. At this point I don’t know if she sincerely believes we’ll think it is ours and deal with it, or maybe my husband will get tired of moving it back and just haul it off with our stuff because she’s special and all, but we declared war way back in September 2020 and it’s been a slow quiet year for us so she needs to get ready for some heavy artillery because baby we’re loaded for bear.

Husband drags it all back to her side again, comes in the house, grins at me and says “I can do this for the rest of my life.”

It’s amazing how having a mutual enemy can rekindle the fire in a relationship. But that’s a story you don’t need to hear because ew. So this afternoon I hear neighbor skag come home and there’s a ruckus outside, but I’m busy playing laundry avalanche with Little which is a way more worthwhile use of my time than looking outside to see what she’s squawking about now. So I wait till it goes quiet again, then go take a look outside.

She has now dragged half the pile to the other side of her yard and put it in the yard of the neighbors over there. The other half is once again on our side, with more added to it, which she apparently dragged from her back yard.

I can’t wait till husband comes home and sees this.

#she really needs to quit now #I mean it's amusing and all but the entitlement is getting old and I've got PMS this week #in the words of Richie's mom in La Bamba THEY DON'T KNOW WHO THEY'RE DEALING WITH #except she does but she's too dumb to stop #tune in tomorrow I'm sure there will be more to this #she got her son to come home from college to cut up the trees that fell in her back yard #and I've got a pretty good idea where it's all going to wind up #husband just called from work and I told him the new development #he muttered FUCKEN PRINCESS and vowed not to put a single leaf of hers in our haul #it would be different if she asked #but has she asked?#oh wait yeah no this is the person who told me I was overreacting while I was rushing my child to the ER with holes through his leg #naw I think even if she asked the answer would have to be insane laughter #The Tree Wars

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cosmiceverafter · 3 years

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My @malexsanta Secret Santa gift for @gra-sonas 🎁🎄 I was thrilled to give you a Malex gift this year. You're one of my absolute favorites and such a dear friend. You wanted all the holiday cheer: Christmas ornaments, cookie recipe, market, and FLUFF! I hope this domestic fic truly delivers, brings joy to your holiday season, and fills your heart with warmth during the hiatus. I love you, hun! Xoxo. ❤️️💚

(PS: there's a little surprise in this fic, just for you, inspired by you)

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Christmas Cookies & Holiday Hearts

"You know, this will be our first Christmas together. Officially."

As Michael says the words, Alex glances over at him, and his heart skips a beat. How is it that his alien still manages to take his breath away after so much time?

Alex smiles and gradually runs his fingertips up and down Michael's strong arm, feeling the smooth skin there. "You're right, even though I know you've tried to get me under a mistletoe for years."

"I mean, yeah...." Michael beams. His tan shoulders shrug as he kisses Alex's chest softly, "You aren't wrong, babe. Who could deny those luscious lips?"

Michael's fingers slowly trail up Alex's chest, which currently has imprints of his lover's glowing handprints left lovingly due to their intimacy with each other.

When he sees them, Alex knows with certainty that their love can move mountains and is capable of expanding through galaxies.

As Alex feels the calluses of Michael's hands on his body and now his lips, he closes his eyes to embrace the effect it manages to bring. It's as if a spark of electricity courses through his veins and ignites his soul. That's the only way he can explain it.

Nothing ever compares to this—what they have together in these silent moments. Alex will always cherish this peace with his loved one.

After a moment of soft loving caresses, Michael's smile disappears. Alex knows he's traveling deeper into that intelligent mind of his, the way he always seems to do these days. "But here's the thing, I want it to be special, meaningful. Christmases were never something to be excited about for me, you know? Just another shitty day."

Alex holds his breath but nods. Unfortunately, he knows precisely what Michael means. Though different, the events of their past, parallel each other in many forms worth forgetting. Alex's upbringing was painful in its way. Still, Alex wishes Michael, his sweet, brilliant alien, could have been spared the misery.

All Michael Guerin has ever wanted was a home, to feel like he belongs on this planet, and Alex wants to spend the rest of his life giving him precisely that.

"So, you've never done anything memorable during the holiday season? Not once?"

Michael raises an eyebrow as if to announce come on, but then he suddenly laughs as a memory resurfaces, "Well...there was that one time Sanders and I attempted to bake Christmas cookies for his customers."

Alex smirks as he imagines how that scene played out. A younger Michael Guerin, who was in-and-out of the foster system, and the older man with one good eye, baking in a small trailer. "And uh, how did that turn out?" Even though he can take a wild guess.

Michael shakes his head as his golden curls bounce and sway. He holds up his arm, "Badly, I have a battle scar from the process."

There is a slight white mark on the inside of Michael's arm, which looks a bit like a four-leaf clover. Alex has always wondered about it. "Damn, and here I thought that was a lucky birthmark."

"Darlin', the only good luck charm in my life is you. Never forget that." Alex feels his heart flutter in his chest at Michael's words, and Michael gently kisses Alex's forehead. But before Alex can return the sentiment, his love continues, "But yeah, Sanders' oven was old as hell at the time, and I guess no one taught me not to stick my whole damn arm right on the rack. Sanders felt awful about it. Poor guy."

"Were the cookies at least good?"

There's a sparkle in Michael's eyes as he says, "You know what? They were. I need to find that damn recipe—it has to be somewhere. Then maybe I can take the old man one, even though you are the better baker." His fingers lace together with Alex's, and Alex gives him a loving squeeze.

"You're right, I am," Alex smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows. "But I would be happy to help you. Sanders would seriously love that!"

Alex looks down at their hands still together. He is so happy that Michael now spends so much time with Walt. It is not a boss-employee type of relationship, but more of a familial one. After everything they had both been through, this progression felt natural. And if he's honest, Alex loves seeing Michael finally opening up to others, the way he does with Alex.

Michael nods and grins, "Done." His caramel eyes gaze at Alex, and he turns over to his side. "But I want new memories, too. Truthfully, besides the cookie disaster, I've never had anyone to share the holidays with."

Again, Alex knows all too deeply what he means, "I know the feeling, my love. I've always admired Christmas from a distance, and it seemed...well, always on the outside looking in." He squeezes Michael's hand tightly through the sheets once more, "I'm thankful to have you by my side. We're both on this journey together."

"Baby, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share the memories with." Michael brings the back of Alex's hand to his lips, "Always and forever."

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The next day, Alex and Michael decide to go Christmas shopping for their friends, who were more like their found family at this point.

Roswell had turned festive overnight, and it warms Alex's heart as if he were sitting by the crackling embers.

Truthfully, he loves the magic that comes with Christmas: The twinkling lights aglow; the cheerful, upbeat, and often, repetitive music; the smiling faces of those who don't wait till the last minute to shop; the smell of cinnamon sugar baked goods; and the falling snow—when they were lucky enough to get some.

For the first time, Roswell has even set up a Christmas Market like the ones you'd see in Europe. Alex's desert town has turned into a quaint storybook village.

Somebody has strung up multicolored lights between the small buildings, with brightly colored booths, side-by-side. There are reindeer attached to strings high up in the air, and a magnificent tall Christmas tree is sparkling within the town square. Above the tree is a halo of orange lights, symbolizing their golden desert sun.

It brightens both their spirits to witness the magic created. As Alex and Michael walk around, they hear the soft holiday music surrounding them, which only rekindles their melody passion.

They travel to each booth as they look for treasures to buy for their loved ones. Alex also keeps his eyes open for something unique he can get his Michael, but nothing quite captures his glance.

"Look at this!" Michael calls in the distance. He's standing in front of a lovely booth with peppermint designs on the awning and dangling glimmering white lights.

Alex sees what Michael is holding—it's a beautiful guitar ornament. Painted on the guitar are swirls of green, blue, and black, sparkled with stars symbolizing the night sky.

"Wow..." he says in response. "It's breathtaking."

Michael winks and bumps his shoulder lightly into Alex's, "Pretty cosmic, eh?"

"I'll say," Alex agrees as his grin widens.

"It was clearly made for us," Michael acknowledges as he wraps a strong arm around Alex's waist, "I think it would be the perfect ornament for our first tree together."

Alex kisses Michael softly on the lips, "I couldn't agree more, my love."

****

"So, you have no idea what you're getting him?"

Michael looks over at Isobel feeling exhausted, not at all how he felt when shopping with Alex, "Obviously not, that's why we're here, Iz."

"Michael, Christmas is less than one week away, and we're sitting in some random store, shopping for the love of your life, and you don't have a clue about a special gift for him?"

"Yup, that sounds about right."

Isobel shakes her lengthy blond hair back-and-forth. "Have I taught you nothing over the years?"

Michael groans, "Remind me again why I asked you to come with me?"

His alien sis just shrugs, "Because I'm brilliant, and it's obvious you need me. I would even add the word 'desperately.'"

"No...I don't recall that being the reason," Michael teases as he slings his arm lovingly over her shoulders. "You just love this stuff."

"You're right, I do. It's the best holiday these humans celebrate!" They both laugh, but Isobel kisses his cheek, "Listen, deep down somewhere underneath that dirty white tee of yours, you've gotta have an inkling of what you want to get him."

Well, if he had a clue, he would know it, wouldn't he?

But then Michael freezes as he sees something across the store, "Um, wow...that was fast, but you're right, I do."

Isobel pops a hip out, "Told you so."

"Yeah, the only problem is I'm not sure how he'll react to it."

Isobel smiles genuinely, "You know your man; you always have. Go with your instinct, Michael. I mean, word around this town is that they call you a genius or something." She gives him a look as she ruffles up his curls. "But pull away from that mind for once and go with that heart of yours. I, for one, know it's a pretty damn good one."

Michael snickers but truthfully feels loved, "You could write a self-help book, you know that?"

She winks and bites her red-stained lip, "Who says I haven't already?"

"Give your brother a signed copy. He'll appreciate it."

"As if," Isobel rolls her eyes, "You know Max wouldn't read it. That poor miserable fool who I love dearly." She pauses but adds, "So, Mr. Guerin, what'll it be? You going to listen to your heart?"

Michael narrows his eyes at the prize. Already knowing the answer to her question, he decides to let his heart follow the lead.

****

"A little to the left, babe!" Michael calls out to Alex as they attempt to fit the oversized tree through the cabin door. "Darlin', my left."

They spent the evening looking for the perfect tree, as it was their official first Christmas together. However, they ended up going with a taller sparse, and lopsided pine because, truthfully, life wasn't perfect, and neither were they.

Life is what you make it, and Michael is confident they can make this tree as bright as his heart feels when he's around Alex.

"There, perfect spot by the window," Alex smiles beautifully, pulling Michael back into the present moment as he nods in agreement.

"I should've tried harder not to get it through the door, though. Those muscles of yours are worth staring at a bit longer."

"Well, hold that thought, Guerin, because I'm hungry for food at the moment," Alex replies as he wraps his arms around Michael. "I'm thinking of soup; it's chilly tonight. Maybe it'll even snow."

Michael runs his fingers on Alex's thick biceps, feeling hungry for something else, "I doubt it. The forecast didn't show it. And knowing our little city, we'll probably end up having a heatwave tomorrow."

"Hey now," Alex remarks, looking deeply into Michael's eyes, "you never can know future outcomes."

Michael smiles mischievously, "I dunno...I think your future looks pretty damn bright tonight, babe."

"Is that a promise?" Alex asks, clearly flirting back.

"Always, darlin'.'"

They lean in to share a long lingering kiss, but before it turns too heated, Michael's belly moans in betrayal. Alex pulls back as he chuckles, "Raincheck for later, okay? I'm going to start dinner. Can you set up the tree so we can decorate afterward?"

Michael glares down at his stomach for the interruption but nods, "Absolutely." He moves his fingers, "I do know how to use these hands."

Alex grins in that sexy way of his as he walks into the kitchen, "Don't I know it."

Michael loves this. He loves that he decided to take the leap of faith and move in with Alex. This cabin has become their oasis, his true home. And here with Alex, he feels like he finally has a place here on earth.

Everything they had been through, even the pain, was worth it to get to this moment. Michael can't help but feel tears form in his eyes as he feels overwhelmed in gratitude.

While Alex moves around in the kitchen, Michael cheats a bit to get the tree set up. His powers hover the pine in the air as Michael uses his hands to set up the tree stand. As he moves the small box of ornaments and lights over from the closet, Michael smiles as he hears Alex humming a new song as he cooks.

Michael wants to live here in this domestic bliss forever.

Alex brings out his home-cooked meal, and damn, Michael thinks as he eats, his man knows how to cook. After they eat the delicious soup, Michael scrubs the plates as Alex makes them each a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows, just the way Michael likes it. When the kitchen is clean, they sip on the chocolatey warmth as they string lights and decorate their tree.

"Here's our new one," Alex says as he holds their new cosmic ornament in his hand.

"That's a special one that needs to go right in front," Michael replies, as he hangs it up, hand-in-hand with Alex. "There."

Alex leans over and kisses his cheek, which warms Michael's heart. "It's perfect."

"You're perfect," Michael states as he leans his head onto Alex's shoulder. Alex slides his arm around his waist. Their movements are continuously in sync, and they are always somehow touching.

As Alex's fingers softly graze over the skin on his hip, Michael knows what kind of touch he desires right this moment, "Now, how about we curl up by the fire, and I show you just how talented my hands can be?"

"Yes, I could use the reminder," Alex responds with a slow grin.

They quickly light the fire, then Alex gives Michael the look as he pulls him towards the couch.

Being so helplessly caught up in each other, they miss the first few snowflakes that fall in Roswell.

****

It's cold out, but worth the trip. Alex gives the nod towards Michael, who taps gently on Sanders' trailer door.

Michael shifts uncomfortably, but Alex is proud of him for facing the emotions he knows his love feels inside.

After Sanders admitted to trying to adopt Michael, it indeed did something to Michael's heart. He opened up more, and Alex knew that Michael slowly realized he was always wanted and truly loved where it counted. It did something to Sanders too. Alex could almost see the young boy Walt coming through when they spoke now. There was a twinkle in his eye, and he would share memories with a smile instead of sadness.

They felt like a family.

That's why they had talked before coming to the old man's house with the cookies. There is something big that Michael wants to do, but Alex knows he's scared.

Alex is by his side the entire time.

Sanders opens the door with a smile, "Oh, Michael! Alex! Welcome! I wasn't expecting you." He shakes his shirt with a look of embarrassment.

"We wanted to surprise you!" Alex says with a grin. He shakes the old man's hand.

Sanders pats the back of his hand lightly, "I'm glad you did. Please, come in, you two. It's actually cold out."

Michael takes a big breath and follows Sanders inside.

When inside, Michael hands him the cookies, "Merry early Christmas."

"Oh! These look delicious," Sanders says admiringly.

"I'm not sure if you remember, but these are the exact cookies we made that one Christmas together."

Sanders looks up at Michael with surprise, "Truly? The... 'burn on the arm' year?"

Michael nods with a jokingly wince, "The very one."

Sanders blows out hard, "Well, it always pained me that you got burned on that damn old oven of mine, but I must say, those cookies were superb, weren't they?"

"They were, burned and all."

"And you baked these all by yourself? Uh, should I be scared?" Sanders teases with a nudge.

"Nah, I had some guidance," Michael mentions as he casually puts his arm around Alex.

Alex shrugs, "I barely helped at all. Michael here did an excellent job. I tried one, so I can promise you that you'll survive." He winks at Michael.

"Oh, phew! That's a relief," Sanders chuckles. "Michael, where did you find the recipe?"

"In the garage, it was in a wooden box on one of your shelves. The one that's slightly tilting. I remembered you putting it in there." Michael taps his head, "I'm pretty observant if you haven't already noticed."

Sanders sighs with a lopsided grin, "You get it from me, I think." He pops one in his mouth. "Wow, absolutely delicious." After he chews, he looks towards Michael with an expression of gratitude. "Well, thank you, son, this means a lot to me."

Alex knows what the word son does to Michael, its effect on him, and Michael shifts awkwardly. He looks over to Alex for reassurance, and Alex holds his hand, comforting him the best way he knows how.

His strength, after all, is linked to Michael's. They go together in every way that matters.

"That's not the only thing I brought for you," Michael whispers. He reaches into his back pocket and hands Sanders the envelope.

"Oh, a Christmas card?"

"Um, well, not exactly," Michael replies as he squeezes Alex's hand tighter.

Sanders puts on his reading glasses and switches the lights on brighter in the trailer. He opens the envelope and starts to read. The small smile on his face begins to fall, and he becomes nonplussed.

Alex acknowledges that Michael gets uncomfortable, maybe even nervous, but Alex knows that Sanders is touched.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Sanders looks up, and his eyes are full of tears. His voice comes out raspy and hoarse as he asks, "You sure? You want that?"

"More than anything," Michael responds, his voice also full of emotion. "If you'll have me, of course."

"It would be an honor, son." Sanders sets the adoption papers onto his small wooden table and pulls Michael tightly in his arms. "You've always felt like mine, anyway."

"I think my mom would be happy about this," Michael cries, letting the tears fall down his face. It's the most beautiful sight to witness, and Alex can't help but let go, too.

Sanders nods and closes his eye as he holds his son, "You know, my boy, I think she would."

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A few days before Christmas, Alex and Michael decide to throw a little festive party at the cabin. They spent the morning stringing up lights outside, getting the drink station ready, and preparing their friend's gifts around the tree.

It was perfect.

Isobel is the first to arrive, of course, and she brings so many gifts, she can hardly get through the door, "Hello? A little help here, Michael?"

"I'm coming. I'm coming!"

Alex finishes up in the kitchen, and even though the feast smells delicious, Michael's man looks good enough to eat.

Soon after Isobel has her martini in hand, the others follow suit.

Liz and Kyle come together, hand-in-hand, and Michael prays it won't be awkward with Max. Gregory shows up, and Isobel immediately wraps her arms around him. Michael and Alex share a knowing smile, especially when she holds a mistletoe above his head. Then Maria and Mimi head inside with a few bottles of wine. With holes in the top, Rosa brings a large box inside, making Michael wonder what it is, but Arturo follows with a banana cream pie from the diner, and the rest is history. Sanders joins, of course, and Michael can't help but hug him longer than the rest. And finally, his boy Max.

Luckily everyone gets along perfectly. The group has been through so much together that they make a toast for a fresh new beginning.

Everyone at the party finally knows about the aliens being, well, aliens, and swore to protect them. The secret has bonded and united them in ways Michael never expected.

The group mingles as they sip their drinks, and Michael looks around the room at his friends and family, feeling lucky. He made a life for himself in Roswell, and as he looks towards the love of his existence, Michael knows it's time.

He takes a moment to just stare at Alex, and suddenly he's beyond grateful he listened to his heart.

Alex is the one for him. Michael now understands that this human was his reason for coming to this planet—they were written in the stars long ago, destined to be together.

This is why Michael stands up bravely, walks towards Alex, and gets down on one knee.

Michael opens the little black box he got in the store with Isobel and reveals a silvery gray tantalum band, one he knows will fit Alex perfectly.

Isobel hushes everyone down and clasps her hands together as she sends Michael a wink from across the room. Max also gives Michael an encouraging nod, which provides him with the strength he needs at that moment.

Michael stares up at the man he adores, and Alex's perfect mouth falls open. Taking his love's hand, Michael finally finds his voice, "Alex Manes, you are my whole world. When we were teens, you looked at me in music class and sparked something deep inside me; something I didn't quite understand, but it was there with me all along. And when we kissed for the first time, you woke me up to the life I had always dreamed of having. You are that dream, Alex. You are my family, and you've given me a place to call home. I have loved you from the beginning, and I'll love you to the very end." Michael takes a deep breath, "I would be the happiest alien on earth if you would yes. So please, darlin', will you marry me?"

Alex gleams as tears fill those beautiful eyes, "We truly are linked...."

"What...what do you mean?" Michael whispers, but Alex immediately joins him on the floor, kneeling in front of him.

Alex pulls out an emerald velvet box and opens it. Inside is an engraved bronze band that matches the color of Michael's eyes. He holds his breath as the rest of the world fades away. "I mean, you beat me to it even though I've had this ring since we officially got together." Alex places his hand to Michael's face and strokes his cheek gently. "I was waiting for our first Christmas together because I wanted to give us both a happy memory to erase all the bad ones. The plan was going to ask Walt for his approval, which he wholeheartedly gave." They both look at Sanders, who nods with a loving grin. "And then I'd get down on one knee in front of all our loved ones and ask if you'd continue to create this life together with me, a true home." Then Alex holds Michael's hand again, "All I can say is that I love you more than I could ever begin to put into words, and I'm asking you if you'd do me the honor in marrying me?"

Michael doesn't realize he's crying until he feels the drops land on his outstretched hand. "Oh my God, Alex...."

"Is that a yes?"

Michael laughs softly as he strokes the back of Alex's hand gently, "I believe I asked you first, darlin'."

Alex nods with a breathtaking smile, tears flickering those beautiful dark eyes, "Of course I will. A hundred times, yes!" He leans in closer to Michael, "And you?"

"That would be a hell yes, baby!" He hears a whoop from one of his friends in the background, but then Michael gets serious. "It's always been a yes for me." Michael cups Alex's face, "You're my human, Alex Manes."

"That's Alex Sanders if you don't mind."

Michael looks over at his adoptive father again, who's now wiping his eyes and positively glowing. Michael kisses Alex's lips, "I don't mind a bit."

As they finish their first engaged kiss, their friends cheer, cry, and hug them both tightly, then Isobel giggles, "Is now a good time to give you two our gift?"

"Go for it, Scooby Squad," Michael exclaims as he takes Alex's hand in his own, never wanting to let go.

Isobel looks to the room they had closed, "Okay, Rosa, bring her out!"

Michael and Alex exchange a look. Bring who out?

And before Michael can overthink it, Rosa comes out holding a beagle puppy. "It's a rescue. The shelter I volunteer at found her abandoned on the side of the road."

"We thought it would be perfect for you two, plus, remember that dinner we had a couple of weeks ago?" Isobel says as she looks towards Alex. "You practically said you were going to start looking for one. I remember you saying, 'the cabin is much too quiet, I think we need to get a dog.'"

Alex laughs and takes the small puppy into his arms, "I don't recall those were my exact words, but it doesn't matter; she's perfect."

"Lost without a family," Michael says, petting the puppy's long ears, "sounds like the two of us all right."

"You mean a found family!" Liz calls out. "Just like all of us."

Alex looks at Michael and nods. Michael smiles back, "We love her. Thank you, everyone!"

"I knew this pup would be a part of your future," Mimi exclaims, and Michael watches Alex wink at her. "She's a gentle soul. I'm happy she'll have you two."

"Best dog daddies ever," Maria smiles happily. Everyone in the room has what seems to be permanent heart-eyes. "We will miss her, though! She's been staying with us."

"Well, you know you all are welcome here anytime!" Alex says.

"What will you name her?" Gregory asks as Isobel leans back into his arms.

"How about Kyletta?" Michael laughs as he looks towards Kyle. "Kyletta Barklenti."

"Real funny, alien boy," Kyle responds, as he rolls his eyes looking reasonably amused. He looks over at the food, "How about Bagel? You seemed to be pretty obsessed with those today, Guerin. I mean, how many did you actually eat?"

"I was hungry!" Michael retorts, "You didn't bring nearly enough to share."

"Okay, okay," Alex intervenes as he shakes his head. Michael enjoys ruffling Kyle's feathers, but Michael doesn't mind the guy beneath his human annoyances. He's a good friend to Alex, making him a good man in Michael's book.

"So, what are you going to name her then?" Max asks from across the room.

"Yeah, I mean, you don't actually have to name her after a food," Kyle teases.

"No," Michael grins, "you know what, Doc? I like it. Bagel. It has that—"

"Bagel! Yes, call her Bagel. I love it!" Isobel interrupts.

"Not again..." Michael groans quietly. Isobel + anything bagel = interruptions, which is a no-go, especially when it comes to Alex.

After they finalize the name, everyone gushes over the puppy and their rings. They eat, share stories, and finish opening gifts.

The day is perfect in every way. Even on the Hallmark channel, they don't make them better than this.

Michael holds Bagel in his arm and takes a break from the crowd. He sits on the couch in the living room, and the puppy folds up into his lap, falling asleep as Michael rubs her ears.

After a moment or two, someone strokes his shoulder lightly, and he looks up to see his fiancé's beautiful face. Michael feels immensely grateful, not for the first time this holiday season.

Alex scoots in close and whispers in Michael's ear, "So, my love, would you say this Christmas is worth remembering?"

Michael pulls Alex in his arms, "Yes, darlin'. I've never been happier in my life." He takes Alex's hand with the ring and kisses it. "Our family is already growing."

"It sure is," Alex says, putting his forehead against Michael's as he strokes Bagel's soft fur.

They sit there for a while, just the three of them, with the comforting hum of loved ones surrounding them.

"Wow...Look, Michael." Michael looks out the window to see it snowing. The snowflakes fall to the ground in a swirling dance. It reminds Michael of their life together, new and old memories, coming together in a story of love.

Michael feels complete peace in his heart as Alex says, "Merry Christmas, my love."

It was merry, and their future, well, Michael knows it will be very bright as long as they always have each other.

"I love you," Michael answers.

Alex's reply is the kiss they share and would continue sharing for the rest of their days.

#malexsanta #malexsanta2020 #malex #roswell new mexico #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin

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oftuesti · 2 years

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//Welp, that certainly was unexpected post to see. And let me just say, no, I didn’t cry over it. *Sniff* Nope. That being said, thank you all for the kind words and such, honestly I was just trying to do what I thought was best in the long run and know how such things can be, so I guess I should be upfront about some stuff. Be warn, a lot of triggers so yeah.

Cloud mun, as said, was going through some anxiety problems which I talked about them about, and told them I have some too among other things. Those same things, being why I was hiatus for so long many years ago and also for last few months past year, also due to computer stuff and work but yeah. You see...

Long ago, few years back, actually, many years back, I was rp before even the FF7 Remake Trailer came out, but had to take a break due to health issues some time after the trailer. While I was in collage, I had such bad anxiety and depression that I didn’t almost ever eat for a whole summer, nor slept much, worked a lot, exercised, etc. This pretty much continued for almost a year to point it got so bad, I snapped and left class in middle of break and pretty much didn’t go to classes since. I was a nervous broken wreck, I couldn’t bare being around class rooms, teachers, and or peers, I had to drop out because my depression got so bad, I had severe tendencies of wanting to kill myself till I had to go into intensive outpatient hospitalization for 6 to 8 weeks, yyeeaaah, not fun.

That being said, even after leaving I had to go through a shit ton of two types of therapy, crap ton of meds, and ended up loosing a job I got a while after treatment, and yeah. Even had summers like the one before treatment, or even beyond just the summer. They even included moments of every week or two for some time with me waking up from severe panic to the point I thrown up multiple times. Yeeaaah... not the best moments in life... All the while to now, dealing with family issues and abuse.

It was, a rough for years.

Mind you, things got batter now, but not always great and such issues come and go and luckily not bad enough and long enough for me to go back to treatment, though had to accept as bad as this has been, such issues been around since early elementary from severe bullying, ostracizing, etc for years by peers and teachers and even parents and police. Yeah, fun time and continued till high school. So with this going on most my raising and back again in college and after, my recovery process is going be a loooooooong... loooooong... painful one.

But yeah, that was why I dropped off the face of the earth again a while back too...

Now, with my health, my life span is probably degrading slowly overtime due to such health issues and other things and causing other health issues so, not so fun but is what it is.

So why say all this crappy shit?

Because I am here, in more ways then one, because of certain friends and family. Thanks to many friends you guys won’t ever meet to friends you have, I was able to grow and evolve and become wise in ways I otherwise wouldn’t. That even after everything I been through, I wouldn’t know what I know and experience things that are good, without all the bad I have been through.

I wouldn't have met the friends I have met online, if I wasn’t alone all the time irl. I wouldn’t be writing or drawing or what not if I had a typical normal life. Sure what I been through sucked, still does, but it helped me understand things in life I otherwise wouldn’t. I would be strong in so many things, but not strong in what I am in now if I didn’t go through all the pain and death of friends etc as I have.

I wouldn’t be helpful in ways I am now, I doubt I would be as humbled and kind and open minded and so much more if I didn’t go go through what I have. I know what pain is like, I know what hopelessness is like, I know what depression and anxiety and being resented and even feared and hates is like. Trust me, I got the cops called on me when I was in like, 4th grade and had parents keep their kids away from me from then to years later. And because of that...

I don’t EVER...EVER...want people to feel what I had to feel.

I am no therapist, shrink, professional. Know that...

But no one deserves such pain and more. No one...

To be accused of things you never did, to being lied too, to being tossed aside, to be used, to being laughed at, to being afraid of... To loose friends to health issues and mental illnesses...

So yeah...

It’s due to this, when I see someone having a panic attack, anxiety, depression, my usual first insists is to lend a ear or few words of comfort. Maybe advice or suggestions, in the end, all about knowing you are not alone, no matter what, you are never truly alone, be it a friend or peer or even a stranger, therapist, doctor, there is always someone there.

That there is a lot of bad, but enough good to keep moving forward.

My friends been there for me, supported me literally and figuratively, talked to me, listened to me, helped me learn that sometimes, you got to kick anxiety and depression in the beanbags and take life into your own hands, because... If I kept to myself allowed my depression and anxiety to consume me, I wouldn’t be where I am today, I wouldn’t have met so many great people, I wouldn’t have been able to be of help now to someone that needed to know that they weren’t alone and that there are people interested in rping with them, that sometimes, you need to take that leap of faith and believe there is good out there worth fighting and looking for. Sure you can keep to yourself, by why do that when you can stand up and take a chance to see what good you can get out of the bad that has happened, be it large, or even just small, be it new one friend, or multiple new friends, better then none and the question of what if I did go through with it.

For me, I try to look at the good, because I have so much bad, I am tired of it being just bad, and take it in my hands and take a gamble and make the choices to act on life and take an adventure, as I hope many of you will.

It’s okay to be afraid, it’s natural, and anxiety will come from time to time, but doesn’t mean it should control you and consume you and force you from experiencing so many possibilities of excitement and good, just like depression shouldn’t.

So yeah I can go on and on but I just want to say, yeah. Doesn’t hurt to try something new even if it is nerve wracking, like that famous quite, if life gives you lemons, make lemonaid, and don’t be afraid to do so and not set them aside to slowly rot away. *Thumbs up* That’s all, hope you all have a wonderful week, be safe, have fun, and ja. See you all around.

#out of puppets #tw: depression #tw: anxiety #tw: abuse #tw: throwing up #dont worry not all nagative but actually all in al positive and such some advice from your local trash grimlin.#tallly ho ill shut up now. XDDD #srry didnt mean make it so long welp.

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jorstar · 3 years

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👉👈Can I tell y'all what I did today and overshare?

I got up at 6:25 and hit the snooze button till 10 mins b4 I had to b at work like I always do <3teehee and I used dry shampoo on my hair bc I didn't want to take a shower yesterday

I drove to work and listened to the new svt album and was like damn ok game boi game boi game boi I guess

I put on my apron and noticed that the necklace I literally got yesterday fell off sometime between home and getting to work retraced my steps a lil since then and never found it last place It could b cuz I didn't rlly look there is my yard

Had a 4 hr shift today which I never really get days so short but it was relatively uneventful work day

I bought salmon to cook for dinner and some other stuff like I finally bought some flowers to put in my window planter thats been empty but one of them wouldn't scan so I was like well ok whatever free flowers 4 me I guess >:]

looked for my necklace in parking lot on way out and couldn't find it 🙁

Put stuff away when I got home and finally washed dishes that I've been putting off for like a week

Put some kimchi ramen in the microwave

Wondered if I should do laundry and then noticed I had a little blood stain on my sheets so i washed pillow cases along w other stuff

Ate ramen while watching yt on tv and felt really dizzy and light headed occasionally while eating and it was really fuckin weird

Watched stuff on the whole Steven crowder h3 podcast whatever and by that I mean like watching the reactions from the various leftist youtubers I dabble in

Put out trash for garbage man tomorrow I usually put it out every other week bc I don't accumulate a lot by myself but I threw out some nasty expired milk the other day and don't want it stinking up my bin in the hot sun

Watched the new loona trailer w miss lip and was like

Put clean sheets and stuff back on my bed and folded clothes. just folded! Not put away fuck that

Went and got mail and got some ad and threw it away. shouldve got my city bill by now wtf

Wiped down my bathroom counter (and why that's relevant will be clear in due time friend)

Lil TMI incoming but I put in my diva cup it's my second period using it so I'm still in the learning process

Got nakey, put on spotify and took a shower

Got dressed after, put up my hair, washed my hands and cleaned my ears as too get ready for the ritual to come...

Sooo uuuh I pierced both my ears w those disposable kits like I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW bad idea o mine but here I am sitting writing this in the aftermath what's done is done

So then I started preparing dinner while thinking hmmm earlobe be throbbing a lil but I am just so giddy and excited about it

This is my 2nd time making salmon in the oven and Its actually surprising how easy it is..I love salmon

I eat da salmon w broccoli

I drink da water cuz my Google research says u need ta stay hydrated for healthy piercing process o_o

I think about for the 573475th time this week how much I want a cat or dog

I watch more YouTube then get to this point where I feel like I did a lot today and need to revel in the little things a bit and type it all out lmao I never make posts on here then I go and do this shit idk I think today was one of those days where I felt unfiltered like when youre sleep deprived or something but I really would like to post on Tumblr more definitely not to the extent I've shown here but yeah

Now I'm probably going to get ready for bed and watch shit on my iPad until I decide it's bedtime since my shift starts at 5am tomorrow

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crushculture03 · 4 years

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Everyday-Joshua x Reader

Josh and Y/N have been dating for about 2 years now, and recently Josh had to move back to Utah, to film hsmtmts's 3rd season.

"Joshy, I wish I was there too," Y/N said, through the phone. The two were currently facetiming, a normal routine the two had when one of them was away. "I just miss you so much Y/N/N" Josh said as he flashed a sad smile. What Josh didn't know was that Y/N was coming to surprise Josh, next week. "I know bub's I miss you too, but only 1 month till I get to see you!" the girl cheered.

"Yeah i can't wait! And guess what next week, we are shooting the scene for the song everyday" Josh cheered, knowing that it was Y/N's favorite High School musical song. "That's awesome!Can't wait to see it" she exclaimed, "Well I have to go, the P.A just told me Tim wants to see me" Josh frowned, then said goodbye.

One Week later

The plan was for Y/N to replace Olivia during the "Scene", they weren't going to film the take, but Josh didn't know that. "So are you ready to surprise josh?" Sofia said, as she started doing the girls makeup. "Yeah I can't wait to see him and give him all the kisses" Y/N gushed.

"You too are such a cute couple" Frankie commented. "Well, all done, look at you!" Sofia exclaimed, as she finished the girls hair and makeup. "Wow sof, this is amazing, thank you so much" Y/N said as she pulled the girl into a hug. "You are seriously stunning," Frankie said, "Josh is literally going to faint when he sees you," Julia chimes in.

"Hey Tim just texted! He said that we need to head to set" Olivia said, looking down at her phone. "Let's do this!" Y/n said as she walked out of sofia's trailer. "Now, this is just like the scene from the second movie, ok?, Josh, larry,matt,sofia, and julia go to the stage, and Olivia go to the back, then you are going to walk in and josh is going to be "surprised" that you're back, ok?" Tim said to the cast.

Everybody then got into position for the take. Olivia then switched places with Y/N, "Are ready you're almost up!" Olivia said, "Yeah, just a little nervous," Y/N responded, "You're going to do amazing," she responded. "Okay action" Tim yells, then the music starts playing.

Josh began "Once in a lifetime means there no second chance, so I believe that you and me should grab it while we can" he sang, then a voice josh hadn't heard for a long time starting singing "Make it last forever and never give it back" Y/n sang as she starting walking towards Josh. The look on Josh's face when she appeared was one of pure joy, he couldn't believe she was standing right in front of him. "Y/N what are you doing here?" Josh asked as he ran up to her, picking her up and spinning her around. "I came to surprise you, because I miss you" she said, then gave Josh a kiss.

"I missed you so much!" Josh said as he pulled her into another hug. "I missed you too joshy" Y/N replied, "and josh I love you" Y/N said, surprising the boy "I love you too" Josh replied, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Even though the two had been dating for 2 years, they had yet to say "I Love you", of course they loved each other, they just had a hard time saying it, because of past experiences.

"Okay guys, I love the reunion, but now we actually have to film the real thing" Tim laughed. Soon the scene was over, and Josh immediately ran up to Y/N and swept her away from the set. "So how long are you staying?" Josh asked, "I don't know yet, I'm bored without you and don't really wanna leave anytime soon" she replied. "Well in that case why don't you move in with me?" he said, "Josh I couldn't do that to you" Y/N replied, sheepishly, "Oh come on please, I can ask tim if you can be a P.A, I know how much you love doing film production" Josh pleaded.

"Fine, but just because I can't say no to that face" she responded. The two then spent the rest of the day in eachothers arms, talking about the future.

#joshua bassett imagine #joshua bassett #ricky bowen #joshua bassett x reader #ricky x reader #ricky bowen imagine #hsm the series #fluff #ricky bowen x reader

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wackart-and-whatnot · 4 years

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Night’s Vassal: Thesis project - Frame Stills find out more about the project and all its design process on my patreon

I’m getting very close to wrapping up this project. Only 15 days till my exam and it’s been quite the ride so far, both emotionally but also physically. I’m so blessed to have had a team behind me yet again who helped lift his project to more than I could’ve ever possibly made it on my own. @admirable-mairon was one such team-mate who had the thankless task of colouring in flats of the characters in the 40+ frames. Thank you so much for helping out, friend! I don’t think you know how much weight that took off my shoulders. The animatic: Night’s Vassal, a faux trailer and pitch for an animated graphic novel will be published sometime late January or early February. It features a custom soundtrack made by my good pal and partner-in-crime Jack of Brass, with visuals assisted by aforementioned Admirable-mairon and SkadefroDane. The voice talent of Jack himself, baddass’ly tackling two of the main leads, and Devin Hedegaard as a supporting role. All of these people deserve so much credit and praise for their work!

..So I guess this might be the last update you’ll get for me in regards to the stills, maybe I’ll drop more tidbits here and there as i move on, but now comes the part where previews are hard to make quickly. However, if you want more, you can visit my patreon and pledge to see some of the behind-the-scenes content of the animatic itself. As we progress and the animatic is finally released - there will be much more exclusive content from the project coming up on there.

And with that. Goodnight!

#animation #animatic #storyboard #illustration #wackart #graphic novel #illustrated film #night's vassal #art #fantasy #dark fantasy #gothic

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Little Mercury protege; AU Alive!Freddie Mercury x Malek!teen reader

*Author’s note*

Okay well guys I didn’t get inspired till Freddie’s birthday had passed, so I know this is late but here is a request I think should’ve been done. To the anon who gave me this request, I hope this is what you were wanting. And I hope to all of you who read this get a thrill out of this :)

Okay warnings; FLUFF. bit of angst, racial discrimination (I mean NO OFFENSE BY THIS if this makes you uncomfortable just skip ahead and don’t read the one scene in question), and just personal opinions on a certain fact of another casting choice (if you belong to team S.B.C playing Freddie, please don’t start a war with me on this okay.)

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@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@ixchel-9275

@waddles03

@geek-and-proud

@queendeakyy

@coolcxt

@platawnic

@leah-halliwell92

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Being the daughter of Rami Malek sometimes has its perks. I’ve been going with him to premieres, I’ve seen my dad film some of his shows, but now my dad is about to become a legend as he had just gotten the role of one of my favorite lead singers of Rock and roll. Freddie Mercury.

For the past eight weeks my dad has been in London practicing his piano skills, because he and the rest of the actors would begin to film the first sequence which was the famous Live Aid performance. And since I had to finish up school, he wouldn’t allow me to come visit the set but now that it’s summertime, my jida (grandma) got me my plane ticket to London so that I could visit my dad on set.

After a long night flight, I finally arrived in London and as soon as I came out of the gate, there I saw my dad holding a sign that said.

“Welcome (y/n)” in full decorated lettering colored in with markers, stickers and glitter. Dad smiled at me and said.

“There’s my girl.” I raced over to him and hugged him and he hugged me back just as tightly. “How was the rest of your school year?”

“It was fine.”

“How’d you do on your finals?” I shrugged and he said. “Oh no, no c’mon now don’t you lie to me. You know I could call your uncle Sami to tell me how you did.”

“I passed dad, got all A’s and B’s.”

“Ehh that’s my girl.” He ruffled my hair and kissed the top of my head. “Wait, are you getting taller?” I giggled and he wrapped his arm around me and guided me away from the gate to the luggage claim.

“So how’s piano lessons going dad? You up to Freddie Mercury standards?”

“Well let’s face it no one except maybe Elton John could match Freddie’s piano skills, but I’d say I’m up to it darling.” I fangirled a bit and said.

“God you can’t drop the mannerisms can you?”

“Guess even off camera I find myself doing minor Freddie things.”

“But it’s so awesome that they picked you to play Freddie, I can’t wait to see you in full getup. So are the cast friendly?”

“Yeah we’ve really bonded with each other very well. Especially the band and I. It’s like we’re the new generation of Queen.”

“Who all’s playing the rest of the band?”

“Ahh now that is a surprise.” I whined out. “Don’t pout you’ll meet them once we get to set. We’re gonna film Live Aid later today once the weather’s just right.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I know you can’t. You’ve made me watch that footage every Live Aid anniversary since you became a fan of Queen.” We arrived at baggage claim and we waited till my suitcase finally came out. He grabbed hold of it and guided me out of the airport and the two of us hopped into a car and drove off to set.

Since this was my first time in London, you know as any tourist I had to take pictures of what I could. The Big Ben clocktower, the London Eye, the many statues, everything and anything in between.

Finally after about a 2 and a half hour drive, we finally arrived at an abandoned lot where I could see hundreds of people running around a mock stadium.

“So this is where you guys are gonna be filming?” I asked.

“Just for Live Aid. The original stadium was torn down so our brilliant set design team found this area and built Wembley stadium from the ground up. You’ll get a better look at it once you see if from the front.” I ahhed in understandment and that’s when our car stopped and he said. “You ready to see everyone?”

“A little nervous too.”

“Don’t worry darling, everything will be alright. You trust me?” he held out his hand for me.

It was a common thing he’s done to help ease my nervousness, and yeah we did kinda steal it from Aladdin but hey it works.

“Yes.” I said as I reached out for his hand and he helped me out of the car.

“Just stay close to me and you won’t get lost among the volunteers and workers.” I held his hand and he guided me towards the stadium. We went around it and when I finally got a good look at it, I was just in awe.

“Whoa.”

“Pretty cool huh? So does it look like Wembley stadium?”

“It’s…..it’s like we’re actually there. And you said they built it from the ground up?”

“Yeah. Did it all while the guys and I were practicing our instruments. C’mon I need to get to makeup anyways so might as well show you that during our tour.” He then guided me over away from the stadium and we went into this large van-like trailer and there I saw rows of chairs and makeup areas.

“Ahh Rami glad to see you’re back.” A voice said. When I looked up, I thought I was actually looking at Brian May back during the original live aid. God this guy he—he’s practically Brian.

“Yep, traffic wasn’t too bad getting out of the airport.”

“So is this your daughter?” the Brian look alike asked.

“Yes. (Y/n) this is Gwilym Lee, our actor for Brian May. Gwil this is the light of my life, (Y/n).”

“It’s so good to finally meet you (y/n). Rami would not stop talking about you. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“Really, well here I am. And can I just say that you look—exactly like Brian May.” Both my dad and Gwilym chuckled and he said.

“Thank you, I only hope Brian himself approves. I’m told that Queen’s gonna be coming here to watch us perform.”

“Wait—Queen’s coming here? As in all four members?”

“Yep.” Oh shit. “So I hope we all don’t screw up, that’d be the next big disaster.”

“I’m sure we’ll do fine Gwil.”

“Yeah well see you on set. Nice meeting you (y/n).” He and I shook hands with each other and then he left to probably get into wardrobe and costuming.

“Alright Rami, you’re turn.” One of the makeup artists said. My dad sat down and he got fitted into his wig and got his makeup done. It wasn’t until he put the teeth in and the famed mustache, that I swore it was like my father was actually Freddie Mercury and not Rami Malek. Once he was done he turned around and said.

“Well darling what do you think?”

“You look—amazing dad.”

“Thank you, you lovely darling.” Okay now he was really getting the mannerisms done, god I love it when my dad gets committed to a role.

“Right now I need to get into my costume and then we’ll head out to punch a hole in the sky. What do you say dear?”

“Lead the way, Freddie.” I said. He wrapped his arm around me and we were now heading to the costume trailer. He got into the famed Live aid Freddie outfit of the white tank-top, jeans, Adidas black and white sneakers, and the diamond encrusted black armband.

Okay it’s official, I am Freddie Mercury’s daughter.

In full get up my dad had not only acted the part but also looked exactly like Freddie.

We were now heading for the stage where I saw Gwilym talking with another man who wore a should length blonde haired wig and wore the Roger Taylor white shirt and black pants. He was twirling around some drumsticks and that’s when the two of them turned towards us.

“Wow, you look awesome Rami.” The actor playing Roger said.

“Rami? I’m only Freddie darling.” I playfully giggled and rolled my eyes at him.

“And I assume this is your daughter?” he asked again.

“Yep, that’s (y/n). (Y/n) this is Ben Hardy, he’ll be playing Roger Taylor.” Gwilym introduced us.

“It’s great to meet you at last (y/n).” the actor known as Ben held out his hand and we both shook hands. Now I’ll admit I don’t know why they gave him the wrong wig but he did sorta resemble Roger to a degree. I’ll just have to wait and see how he portrays Roger in the film before I make any quick assumptions.

Suddenly I was picked up by the waist and twirled around. I shrieked and told whomever it was that was spinning me around to put me down.

“Ahh now that’s no fun. Is that anyway to treat your favorite uncle?” Oh my god it—it couldn’t be? I quickly turned around to see a big ball of fluffy brown hair but I knew those eyes and that sunshine smile anywhere.

“Uncle Joey!” I exclaimed as I turned and hugged him. He laughed and embraced me in those big arms of his giving me a big bear hug. He laughed as he spun me around and pressed a big kiss to my cheek.

See I had known the famed child actor Joe Mazzello since I was 5 years old. Just shortly after my dad had gotten a role in the HBO series ‘The Pacific’, my mom got into a car accident by a drunk driver and was killed before she even got to the hospital.

I was devastated as was my dad. Since my uncle Sami was too busy to take care of me at the time and figuring out that I needed my father now more than ever, my grandma and auntie sent me to be with my dad.

I was so quiet and barely spoke a word, all I did was just sit far away and cry. It was then I had met Joe, he said he hated seeing kids cry so he tried to make me smile by telling me some jokes of showing me funny cat videos. Amazingly it did make me feel a bit better, at least got me to smile since the accident happened.

As my dad and Joe became closer with each other and soon became best friends, I got to call Joe Mazzello my uncle Joey. And since we were all in New York, anytime my dad had to go away to film something, nine times out of ten Joe was the one to babysit me until my dad got back.

Fun little fact, he’s the one who introduced me to Queen during filming of “The Pacific”. He set me back down and I exclaimed.

“You’re in the film too?!”

“Of course, I thought your dad told you.” I turned to my dad and he briefly broke character as he said.

“I wanted to surprise you. Figured it’d be nice to know that I wasn’t the only one you’d know in this film.”

“So you’re playing John Deacon?”

“Yep, I can’t believe I even made the cut myself, I was stressing out like you wouldn’t believe it. And all they wanted was to hear my accent.”

“God I just gotta say, like Gwilym you—look exactly like John Deacon.”

“I know, so much so that I just had to ask my mom what she was doing in 1983, whether or not she was in London or anything.” I chuckled and hugged him as I said.

“Ahh I’ve missed your dorkiness uncle Joey.”

“Hey it’s not dorkiness, it’s coolness that people wish they could have.” He said as he gave me a playful noogie. “So tell me what’s been up with you in the last two years since I’ve seen you?”

“Well I’m about to go into high school.”

“Get out of town!” he teased.

“No seriously.”

“Oh my god where has the time gone? When I first met you, you were in the middle of kindergarten and now you’re going into big bad high school. Why couldn’t you just stay that adorable little girl that used to hang around my waist and that I could cradle in my arms?” he leaned his forehead against mine and gave me a gentle and loving peck on my nose.

“Sorry uncle Joey, I had to grow up.”

“Noo! I’m Peter Pan and I forbid you from growing up anymore!”

“Alright you big softie layoff her.” Ben said.

“Shut it Benjamin!”

“Okay guys, they’re pulling in now to see the performance. Get into positions.” At this point all four men including my dad were really starting to feel the nerves.

“Who votes for hiding at this point?” asked uncle Joey. All three of them raised their hands and soon we all took off running.

I don’t know how it happened, maybe with a sharp turn or maybe my grip slipped from my uncle Joey’s hand but as we went to hide from the arrival of the band in question, I ended up separated from my dad and his friends.

And since the set was so big, I didn’t know where they could’ve gone. I kept trying to go down a hallway but it only lead me further and further down more corridors and hallways. God the production team wasn’t fooling around when they got every single detail down.

That’s when I bump into someone. I was taken back as I quickly apologized but when I finally looked up to see just who it was that I bumped into, that’s when I just felt the deer in headlights freeze come over me.

For standing there before me was the legend and my number one idol in music, Freddie Mercury. He may have looked much older than he used to back in the day long before my time, his once raven black hair now greying like snow on the road but he still held that famed spark of a true showman even at the age of 70.

“Well hello there darling. A young newbie groupie welcoming committee.” He said with that famed smile of his. He gently ruffled my hair which made me blush but I couldn’t help but smile. But it wasn’t until I noticed that he was also referring to my Queen t-shirt that uncle Joey got me as a birthday present last year and I wrapped my arms around the pictured embarrassed.

“Now, now there’s no need to be ashamed love. It just means you’ve got good taste.” Roger spoke up.

“Alright you two no need to embarrass the girl further.” Deacy said. It was then Brian stepped up and asked me.

“What’s your name love?” Oh my god Brian May just called me love. Though I’ll never admit it, when I was little I did have a bit of a crush viewing some of Brian’s old videos.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) Malek.” I said shyly.

“Malek? You don’t mean like the same Malek dear that’s playing me would it?” I nodded and he said, “Oh that’s perfect. Have you any idea where your father is (y/n) dear?” I shrugged.

“I—I sorta lost them I guess.”

“They wouldn’t happen to be hiding from us would they?” asked Roger. I shrugged and remained silent.

“Well I think we’ve got the perfect leverage to get them out, wouldn’t you agree lads?” Deacy said. Oh I did not like where this was going.

I was then guided by the four senior band members up onto the actual stage where I saw crew members running about and extras getting their markers on where each person should stand.

“So we came across this lovely young lady while getting the layout backstage, and I know she was in proximity to the young actors portraying us.” Freddie exclaimed loud enough so that the people on stage could hear.

“And we did come such a long way it’d be a shame to not see the young men in full shtick after taking such time off our hands.” Brian said.

“So if you young boys would kindly come out we’d greatly appreciate it.” Answered Deacy.

“If not then we’ll just keep the girl hostage until you lot decide to come out.” Roger playfully threatened.

“NO DON’T TAKE HER!! SHE’S JUST A CHILD TAKE ME INSTEAD!!” I heard my uncle Joey proclaim. It was then coming out from behind the flaps of the stage, were my dad, uncle Joey and Gwilym and Ben.

“Ahh so there they are. Knew using this lovely darling would get you four to come out of hiding.” Freddie teased which caused all the guys to blush or look away.

The four legends of Rock and roll then walked up towards their counterparts and studied them carefully. Brian looked like he had went through a time relapse as he stared at Gwilym Lee.

“Bloody hell it’s like looking at me former self, but….” He then began adjusting the hairline of the curls slightly as he said, “The curls actually go this way.” I softly giggled and that’s when I noticed John Deacon stand before my uncle.

“Not bad, I must say you—you definitely resemble me to a T.”

“Believe me Mr. John Deacon sir I—I couldn’t even believe it myself, but the second the wig came on it was—mind blowing.” John smiled and said.

“It’s almost like in a way you’re a long lost child of mine.” Right? Roger was looking at Ben and he even agreed there were some critics but he knew it wasn’t Ben’s fault, mostly blame hair and makeup but Roger did give his sign of approval. But when he said he couldn’t wait to hear Ben play the drums, that’s when I noticed Ben went a bit pale.

And now the moment of truth was when I turned towards my dad to see Freddie circling around him like a lion circling its prey.

“A bit skinner than I was, different eye color but hell I always wanted to have blue eyes. But like Brian and Deacy they chose the right one. At least you’re a lot better than that previous actor they tried to get to play me. God what an arsehole.”

“It’s an honor Freddie Mercury, I know I wasn’t the best choice but—”

“Oh don’t be so humble Rami darling. You already look the part, now I look forward to seeing you act the part. Cause of course no one is as outrageous as me.”

“Alright lads. We’re all set up. We’re ready to film the entire Live Aid sequence from start to finish.” Dexter came up with his cup of coffee.

“Go kill em boys.” Brian wished them all good luck. Dad came up to me and he gave me a hug and a kiss.

“Ready to see Live Aid?”

“I’ve been waiting nine years to see this dad. You guys are gonna kill it out there.” The guys went behind the flaps for their cue to rush on out, but then just before I could step aside in the wings to watch that’s when Freddie said to me.

“Hold on darling, come down and watch it with us. You’ll get a much better angle than from the stage.”

“Ohh I couldn’t impose on you four I—”

“Nonsense love, c’mon I know your dad would want to see you clearly as he performs.” Roger insisted. Okay who was I to deny them? I then walked down the steps with them and we watched at the lower level of the stage as everyone was getting into their final places.

“Alright guys full run through. No stopping. Extras cue your cheering!” The crowd began to cheer. “Sound! Roll camera. And……action!” Soon my dad and the rest of the band came running out on stage causing the cheering to go louder. I even cheered along as I took out my phone and couldn’t help but take a few pictures of my dad, uncle and their new friends in full getup.

Then the run through began. Even with the actual audio from Live Aid rolling since my dad couldn’t sing a tune, it was still amazing to see him actually playing the piano of Bohemian Rhapsody and uncle Joey playing the bass.

I briefly turned to look at the four rock gods and they all looked amazed, it was like they had jumped back in time to see their greatest performance for themselves. Brian especially couldn’t believe his eyes and same thing with Freddie.

As promised by Dexter it was the full run through of Live Aid. Once Radio Gaga came on, I couldn’t help but participate in the claps, and I noticed that not only the extras but some of the crew members who were behind the stage or even behind the camera were participating.

The Aye-oh’s, Hammer to fall, Crazy little thing called love, We will rock you, and We are the champions. And just seeing my dad up there becoming Freddie Mercury, it was unbelievable.

The dedication he had put in to becoming this legend whom I have always looked up to throughout my whole life.

By the end of the run through, I was cheering so loudly that if I were to turn around along with them applauding for a well performed first take, Queen was smiling at me seeing my excitement and pure joy.

When the guys walked backstage, I immediately raced over once Dexter called cut to find my dad. Once I spotted him I immediately raced over to him and glomped him in a hug.

“That was amazing daddy! You guys slayed it!”

“Thank you baby girl.”

“You were amazing up there.”

“Well that’s because I knew you were watching.” I giggled and hugged him again.

“Ohh I see go hug your dad but no love for your uncle.” Joe teased.

“Ohh uncle Joey.”

“No, no, no I see how it is. I’ll just continue to go through the film being neglected from my favorite snuggle-cuddle bunny.” He said as he crossed his arms over his chest, turning his back on me.

“Snuggle-cuddle bunny?” Ben and Gwilym gaped.

“Yeah see when she was just five during our filming of the Pacific whenever she got too tired, she’d always cuddle up close to me. And since she always had this pink bunny wherever she went I dubbed her snuggle-cuddle bunny.” I blushed embarrassedly.

“I will cling onto you for the rest of the time I’m here if you take that back.” I pleaded.

“Not a chance kidda-roo.” He pulled me into his arm and playfully gave me a noogie.

“Well done boys, that was phenomenal.” We turned around to see all four members of Queen standing before us.

“They definitely chose the right boys for the job. I can’t wait to see what else we’ve got planned here.” Roger said.

“Seeing that performance brought me back to the real Live Aid concert. Well done lads.” Said John with a warm smile.

“You four lovely darlings. It’s like you four were born for the stage, just like all of us. Work your magic just right and you could be the next generation of Queen. You look the part and now you sound the part. Especially you Rami you beautiful darling.” Freddie then walked up to my dad and gave him two kisses, one on each cheek.

From then on the filming commenced with the final approval of Queen seeing my dad and the rest of the cast in full shtick.

As the weeks went on and they were starting to film the Rockfield farm scenes, I was in the building since everyone was on a break before filming would begin. I sat down by the piano and lightly stroked the keys.

I then raised my hands and I played the first Queen song I had ever learned “Somebody to love”. I did a bit of vocalizing before finally singing the song.

Each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord, what you're doing to me I’ve spent all my years in believing you But I just can't get no relief, Lord! Somebody (somebody) somebody (somebody) Can anybody find me somebody to love?

“I know you’ve got more soul than that darling.” I ceased my playing to see Freddie standing behind me. He walked over and sat on the piano bench beside me and continued, “Don’t hold back, let it out.” He then picked the song back up and stared at me nodding for me to go on.

I went straight to the bridge where I would usually give the song as much soul as I could.

Got no feel, I got no rhythm I just keep losing my beat I'm OK, I'm alright I ain't gonna face no defeat I just gotta get out of this prison cell One day I'm gonna be free, Lord!

Somebody (somebody) somebody (somebody) Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I guess my nerves made me repeat the last couple lines that really belonged in the first and second verse, but as Freddie nodded along to the song, he looked like a proud teacher watching his student succeed, especially when I made that key change on the ‘love’.

And what was even more amazing; was when Freddie actually joined in singing my favorite Queen song with me. He first played off of my at the beginning but by around the middle, the two of us blended out voices together in perfect sync, while at the same time the two of us were playing the piano.

(She works hard) Everyday (everyday)

I try and I try and I try But everybody wants to put me down They say I'm going crazy They say I got a lot of water in my brain Ah, got no common sense I got nobody left to believe in Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

As he continued playing the piano I quickly grabbed the first guitar I could and began playing Brian’s solo. Not only was I good with the piano, I was also fairly decent with the guitar. I mean I can only play a few songs on guitar but Somebody to love, I could practically play every instrument cause I can just hear the tune in my head.

We then sang the repeated mantra and just to add a little spice I began to vocalize. Going up and sliding perfectly down or going from a low to a high rang. By the end of it, I took over the last two lines.

Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love

Can anybody find me….

*Me*

Somebody to……

Love.

*Both*

Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love

By the end of our playing, all I heard was the sound of an applause. There standing behind us were some of the crew, the producer Graham, Dexter the director, Brian, Deacy, Roger, my dad and the rest of the cast.

Freddie stood up and gestured towards me and the applause seemed to get louder. I even heard some whistles that you could only hear at a rock concert.

That’s when my dad came over to me and embraced me as tight as he could and peppered kisses all over my face, repeatedly telling me he was so proud of me.

Later on that day I was out on the deck sitting on the stoop of the house.

“I was wondering where you had gone off to since our duet. Figured you’d want to be basking in the praises.” I smiled and said.

“I don’t want to get a big head full of ego. I deal with that at school already from those who think they’re richer than me.”

“I understand that well darling. Little children can be bastards can’t they?” I hummed in agreement. “You really do have an amazing gift (y/n). Why don’t you share it with those who don’t know you?” I looked down solemnly.

“Well Freddie…..how can one share their gift when they look like me?”

“What the fuck are you talking about dear? All I see in front of me is a blossoming young woman who is not only beautiful but talented as well.”

“It’s not about beauty Fred, I know I’m beautiful it’s just….I’m the wrong skin color.” He paused and just stared at me, urging me to go on. “I—I did try to perform once at my 6th grade talent show. But just before I could play I heard one boy cry out ‘why’s the terrorist playing the piano? I thought they played bombs?’ It…..it was just after the suspected suicide bomber tried to sneak into the New York subway but was detained and stopped. I couldn’t even perform after hearing that. Took me a whole weeks before I had the courage to go back to school.”

I sniffled and tried not to cry in front of the frontman of Queen. But I felt him rub my back as I continued.

“If middle school was that bad, I can only imagine just how worse high school’s gonna be. My dad was mistreated and bullied during his school year. So that means I will be too, and not just physically but online too possible.” I felt a few tears fall from my face, until a finger wiped them away.

“My darling (y/n). If there’s anything you should listen to me on, it’s this. People can be utter little shits. Some people still stick with the ancient ways of thinking, that if you’re not their skin color then you aren’t worth their time. Believe me, I’ve had racial slurs being shouted at me, both on and off stage. What you can do, is look them in the eye and say fuck you. Because I know who I am. And I don’t let anyone define who I am as a person. Because people who talk down to you like that, have got no future ahead of them. You on the other hand my dear, I could see you getting a gold disk by the time you’re 19 with that voice of yours. Hell you’ll surpass both Elton and I with the way you play the piano.”

“Well I don’t know about that.”

“Of course you will. If Sharon heard you, she’d be begging on her hands and knees to let you perform alongside them.” I looked at him confused. “Oh that’s our drag queen alter egos to each other. I’m Melina and Elton’s Sharon.” I ahhed in understandment. “So darling, you can either do two things; One you can take those comments and let them control your life. Or like your father step out there and show the world just who (Y/n) Malek really is. From how your father’s been portraying me in this film, I have no doubt that that lovely darling is going to win so many awards, including the famed Oscar. And soon enough little girls that are Arabic and Egyptian will look up to you and say when you win your first Grammy ‘is she could do it, so could I’.” I smiled at him and said.

“You really think so?”

“I know so darling. I believe you’re going to go far in the music industry one day. Or whatever you choose in life, it don’t have to be music if you don’t want it to be. But if you are ever interested, when you’re a little older the lads and I would love to have you as an opening act for our tours.”

“Wow that’s—it would be an honor Freddie.”

“You deserve it you lovely darling.” He said as he gingerly ruffled my hair. “Now (y/n) I have to ask you because every fan has expressed this especially through a website called Tumblr.”

“You know Tumblr?”

“Still trying to get a grasp of it, mostly I just look at it for the cat pictures to see if I could get in contact with some good photographers for my lovely children back home.” He fully turned towards me and continued, “Of course you can choose not to answer it. Though I feel like if you don’t answer it though, it’ll only prolong…..”

“What is it Fred?” I laughed out.

“Who amongst us four aging Queens do you favor most?”

“Trying to make me be the bad guy.” I mocked.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well that’s what that question means.”

“No I—just wanted to know if you have a preference.”

“So that you can get a bigger ego if it’s you?”

“So it’s me?”

“No Freddie. You maybe my idol but that doesn’t automatically mean you take the number one spot.”

“So not one of us has that special place in that golden heart of yours?” I lightly scoffed and said.

“Well…..”

“Ah-ha I knew it! So c’mon just tell me. Think of my as one of your little girl friends gossiping in gym class, I won’t squeal I promise.” I groaned as I buried my head into my lap.

He wasn’t gonna let this go, I can feel it. But if I didn’t I knew he’d just keep pestering and pestering until I finally cracked. I then softly muttered the name of my favorite Queen member.

“Huh?”

“Brian.” I muttered slightly louder.

“I’m sorry love you’re gonna have to speak up. Me old ears aren’t what they used to be.” I smelt bullshit on that statement.

“Brian, okay it’s Brian.” I said to him. Freddie grinned and said.

“I sorta had a feeling. You always seem a bit more shyer than Deacy whenever our smart animal loving, spaceman guitarist is around.”

“Just promise me you won’t say anything to him!” I pleaded.

“No worries darling, my lips are sealed.” I sighed with relief. “Now how’s about I teach you how to play Bohemian rhapsody? Your uncle Joe told me of how you once tried to play it but couldn’t get the keys right.” He stood up and held his hand out to me.

I took it and he lead me towards the other side house where my dad would be playing the song in question for a brief moment in the film.

I’ll say that never did I imagine that I would get an actual piano lesson from the Queen legend himself. But here I am at the piano with Freddie Mercury sitting beside me teaching me how to play his famed song, the baby that changed the way music was ever made forever.

However little did I know of the ultimate embarrassment that I would have within the next couple of days. Right now everyone was filming the guitar solo recording as well as the operatic session of Bohemian Rhapsody.

But what was fun was that we actually got the real Brian May to step in while uncle Gwil stepped aside and we allowed Brian to play his guitar solo in the song, just for the fun of it.

I was in awe as I leaned against the arm of my chair and just let Brian’s red special take me away on a flight across the galaxy. When the solo ended, uncle Gwil stepped back into the shot and I heard my dad say as Freddie.

“That’s brilliant. I love that.”

“So now what?” asked Gwil as Brian. My dad took a beat before saying,

“The operatic session.” Both uncle Gwil and Brian May nodded as I could hear Gwil say.

“Ahh the operatic session. Good.”

“Of course.” Brian spoke in the same tone as Gwilym did.

Oh god it was so uncanny of how similar these two were at this point. They definitely chose the right actor to play my favorite Queen member.

When break time came around and I was getting a snack from the snack table and drinking some water. I soon heard a voice say.

“Hello (y/n).” I choked briefly on my water as I turned to see Brian standing there. “Sorry love I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay. Just went down the wrong pipe is all. I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m good. What—what are you I mean….” Oh god why am I so starstruck right now in front of him. You’re making a fool of yourself (y/n)!

“It’s okay (y/n). There’s no need to be shy around me. Beyond the titles and glamour I’m just like every other man my age.” Yeah except the fact that you’re not only a rock god but a brilliant astrophysicist as well as animal organizer.

That’s one of the main reasons why I had followed his Instagram because I loved getting the updates on all the animals he posts up and interacts with.

“So what do you think of the film so far?” he asked me as he took a seat beside me on the empty chair.

“It’s amazing. I mean I’ve been to sets before with my dad like the Mr. Robot, the Pacific where I met uncle Joey over there, but this—this is unlike anything I’ve seen. And just the fact that you guys are allowing young fans like me to see your story from the beginning.”

“Yeah we were on the fence about but we knew that if we all didn’t get involved with the project then it wouldn’t get done right.”

“I’m glad you guys get to come visit whenever you’re not busy doing your concerts.” I shyly admitted.

“Well thank you (y/n), that’s very sweet of you to say.” I lightly blushed and twirled my water bottle around letting the water spin around. “You know funny thing Fred told me the other day. He said he had talked to you and asked you about who your favorite Queen member was.”

Oh fuck no.

“FREDDIE!!” I screamed as loudly as I could. It was the both my dad and the real Freddie peeked out from behind the booth saying.

“Yes?”

“I mean the real Freddie dad! Why did you tell him!? You swore you wouldn’t!?”

“Word of the wise darling, never trust me with a juicy secret. Especially when it regards to secret crushes or fancies.” I groaned and felt my face glow red in embarrassment.

“Aww (y/n) look at you, you’re like a little pouty tomato.” Uncle Joey teased in his John Deacon get up. I turned away and hid my face as the guys all continued to awe at me. It was then I was brought into a big but gentle bear hug from Brian himself as he said.

“No need to be embarrassed love. I’m flattered.”

“Okay that’s it, this calls for a photo it’s too damn adorable.” Uncle Joey proclaimed.

“Took the words right out of my mouth, Joe.” My dad said. I was humiliated! Soon enough pretty much everyone of the guys needed a picture of this but that’s when Ben said.

“Wait! I’ve got a better idea. Gwil get in there.”

“Ooo good thinking Benjamin, what’s better than one Brian May?” uncle Joey awed.

“Two Brian Mays!” they both exclaimed.

“I hate you guys!” I whined out.

“Now, now mind your uncles (y/n) they mean well.” Brian said to me.

“Besides, we’re always happy to indulge our number one fan.” Gwil spoke as Brian.

“Great minds think alike.” Praised Brian. Soon I had uncle Gwil to my left and the real Brian May to my right. Each of them had their arms wrapped around me and leaned down against me as everyone took out their phones.

Suddenly I felt both of them kiss each side of my cheeks and that’s when my heart really sped up and I felt like I was gonna explode. But of course everyone just awed at how adorable I was.

“Oh my god (n/n) you look so freakin adorable. This is so going on my Instagram.” Uncle Joey said.

“Post that pic and you’re dead Mazzello!” I threatened. I then chased after him and he took off running. “Give me that phone! You’re dead Mazzello!”

“Jesus someone get this raptor off of me!” I managed to hop onto his back and reach for his phone but he kept drifting left or right trying to avoid my reach as his arm extended as far as he would allow it.

As the summer began to draw to a close, unfortunately I couldn’t stay in England anymore because I was about to go back to school in just four weeks.

So a week just before open house started, I had gotten my ticket and was ready to take the non-stop flight from London back to New York.

My dad, uncle Joey and newly deemed uncle Gwil and uncle Ben as well as Lucy, my dad’s new girlfriend came to bid me a final farewell till the award seasons would begin come around Winter break. I was currently hugging uncle Gwil as he said to me.

“Hope to see you for the award shows love. Good luck in high school.”

“Thanks uncle Gwil.” I then turned to uncle Ben and he said.

“You know you don’t need an invitation, come here.” I giggled and he wrapped me up in his strong arms. “Have a safe flight back to the states love.”

“I will uncle Ben. Send me more videos of your drumming, maybe one with you and Rog together.”

“We’ll try and arrange it.” He gave me a kiss on the top of my head and that’s when uncle Joey said.

“I don’t know whether to feel squishy or be jealous.” We both laughed and I said.

“Don’t worry uncle Joey. You’ll always be my favorite uncle.”

“Oh no I was actually referring to Ben.” I faked a gasp and punched him in the arm making him cry out. “I’m kidding squirt! God you’ve got a strong arm, when did you get so strong?” I rolled my eyes at him and hugged him.

“Bye uncle Joey.”

“See yah soon kiddo. I expect a call every single night and a facetime after your first day of high school. I don’t care what time it’ll be, I will freakin answer it and have these three with me to chat with you about your first day.”

“I’ll call and text you, don’t worry.”

“You better.” He bopped my nose before giving me a long, wet kiss right on my cheek. I groaned and whined out as I wiped away the access spit while he just looked at me all innocently. I then turned to my dad and Lucy.

“Take care of my dad while I’m gone.” I said to Lucy.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure he doesn’t work himself too hard. It was great to finally meet you (y/n), and thank you for your approval of us.”

“You’ve made my dad happier than I’ve seen him since mom. It’s…..just like Freddie and Mary were, you are the love of his life. And I can see that.” She smiled and the two of us hugged each other before I turned to my dad. He brought me into his arms and he said.

“Be sure to text me as soon as you land okay?”

“I will I promise. Thanks for letting me stay the summer dad. I know you’re gonna do great come award season.”

“All I care about is that you’re proud of me and that you’re happy about the project.”

“I am.” He cupped each side of my face and kissed the center of my forehead.

“Last call for flight 5487621 nonstop to New York City.” We heard over the intercom. I grabbed my bag and bid my family a final farewell and they waved goodbye to me as I handed the gate keeper my ticket and boarding pass.

He accepted it and allowed me to walk in with the flight attendant who would keep an eye on me throughout the flight since I was an unaccompanied minor.

She lead me to my seat and helped put my luggage up along the ceiling console.

“If you need anything else, just ask for the name Tabitha.”

“Thank you Tabitha.” I thanked her and she smiled as she walked off. I then went into my purse to take out my phone to turn it off but before I did, I noticed a group chat with four numbers I didn’t recognize. I unlocked my phone using my passcode and opened up my messages to see the following.

Hello (y/n), this is John Deacon. I hope you have a safe flight. It was wonderful to getting to know you, and you have so much talent to give to the world. Good luck with your final young years of school before you move on to university. I know you’ll soon go far in life if you stay as you are.

And….Always be happy 😊

I smiled as I read the next message under that.

Hey lovie,

It was so great to meet you, you’re sweet, loving, and have an ear for talent. Thank you for being a fan of ours and for always supporting us. You’re an amazing kid (sometimes I wish my own were like you at your age hehehe) anyways thank you for coming to visit us and see the filming. You made our days brighter whenever you were on set. Good luck with high school and crush all those bastards who think you can’t make it. I’ve got a solo single coming out soon and you shall receive the first copy signed by yours truly.

Rock hard and….havealovely flight, bye 😉 Roger Taylor

He even gave me the drum emoji and I couldn’t help but smile as his final farewell sounded like the old fan club message they gave in 1991. I scrolled down again and I saw the next message.

Hello (y/n)

I hope you have a safe flight back to the US and that you enjoyed seeing London for the first time. It was great to meet you and as the previous two have said, you are talented. I know eventually you’ll make it big in whatever you do.

Also thanks for the lovely support you’ve helped given to some of my animal organizations, I greatly appreciate it. You are a kind soul and I know that you’ll grow up to be an even kinder young woman. Lots of love from me and safe journeys home my number 1 fan.

-Bri.

I blushed. God I still can’t believe Fred tattled on me about my secret girl crush on Brian. That was going to loom over me for the rest of my life, especially since he had sent a copy of the picture of him, Gwil and me with that double cheek kiss and my ugly shocked face. Then finally I read the last message who I already had an idea by now of who it was from.

My little protégé *sparkles emoji*

I had a wonderful time of not only getting to know your lovely father, but his radiant daughter as well. You Maleks are gonna go far in life. Thank you for gifting us with your sunshine aurora and bubbly personality.

If you keep believing in yourself and face each day with courage and pride about who you are, you’re gonna slay them all and even break some hearts along the way. (And if any break yours first, you just let me know and I’ll sort it out darling)

Have a lovely trip back home and I hope you come to see us at our next concert in Madison Square Garden after all this award seasonal shit is done.

Keep smiling and lots of love and hugs

Freddie Fucking Mercury *heart eyes, kisses emojis*

I smiled and held my phone close to my heart.

“Excuse me Ms. Malek, we’re about to start taking off, may I please ask you to turn off your phone.” I nodded but not before quickly making a screenshot of the messages from each of the band members and saving it to my phone.

Separately labeling it as POSITIVE FEEDBACK. I then turned off my phone and prepared for a long flight back to the states to meet with uncle Sami since the high school I was going to was the one he teaches at.

As we took off into the air I kept thinking to myself of all the great memories I had with my family and couldn’t believe that even meeting the band that I have loved for almost ten years now. They treated me like I was part of the cast family.

And I will take that with me to my grave.

*Extended ending*

“And the winner is…..Rami Malek!” I cheered as loudly as I could as tears of happiness came running down my face. Sitting with my uncles Joe, Gwil and Ben as well as other cast and crew members of the film we all stood up and cheered as Allison Janey and Gary Oldman presented my dad with the Oscar for Best Actor for Bohemian Rhapsody.

I hugged my uncle Joey as he lifted me off the ground and I kissed his cheek and he peppered kisses all over me. Uncle Gwil wrapped me in his arms and uncle Ben hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my head as we all tried to calm down so we could hear my dad’s speech.

God he deserved this. Golden globe, Emmy, BAFTA, SAG, AACTA and now Oscar winner. Not only was this is first Oscar nomination and award, but he would forever be known as the first ever Arabic actor to win an Academy award.

“And one final shout out to a very special young lady who is out there somewhere with the rest of my cast. This award also goes out to my beautiful daughter who is now starting to figure out her own identity as she marches towards the final steps of life. This award goes out to her, to show her that if I can do it, then so can she. I love you my baby girl, thank you for believing in me. For being my number one fan forever and always. And I love you 3000 my heart.” He blew a kiss towards the camera and I couldn’t help but cry.

I felt uncle Joey wrap his arm around me as he rubbed my arm up and down, leaning his head against mine placing a kiss on top of it.

“I love you 3000 too baba.”

At the afterparty when my dad came in after doing some interviews, we all cheered and the first one to glomp him in a hug was uncle Joey. They patted each other’s backs in a brotherly manner before Gwil and Ben stepped in and the four of them group hugged with each other.

“Where is she?” asked my dad.

“I’m here baba.” I said. He smiled widely and came over to me and immediately hugged me.

“You did it dad, you’re a champion.”

“No lovebug, we are the champions.” I smiled and buried my face into his neck as he placed his hand behind my head and he just held onto me.

Being the daughter of Rami Malek would soon change my life after the Oscars. Now that everyone knew my dad’s name, he was going to go on to do bigger and bigger things. Like just recently he’s been named the James Bond villain. And now his famed show Mr. Robot is coming to an end.

But even through the bigger fame to his name, he still remained as humble as ever and still managed to make time for me as I continued on throughout my high school years.

And when the time came for me to graduate I saw all my uncles, my dad, auntie, grandma, on Instagram live (curtest of uncle Joey) I knew Queen was watching from all the way across the sea, and my new stepmom Lucy all cheering for me as I was given my diploma.

Yeah, life was good. And I sure as hell had a pretty cool dad to be there for me whenever I need him.

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Sarah Paulson and me

Imagine #7

Me and Sarah were still in my bed. I wish I could say that in a different sense of the meaning. Sarah knew I wasn’t ready and she was so good at making me feel comfortable.

We were watching Oceans 8 - because I forced her lol - and cuddling. She was my little Sar bear, and a cute little bear at that. She loves, and I mean LOVES cuddles. And when she’s half asleep while cuddling, it’s the cutest thing ever.

She stayed at my house till the day before filming started, and I was excited. My first big tv show. My first tv show at all. and it was my favorite tv show of all time.

I woke up at 3:00 am to my annoying ass alarm. “Ahhh!!! It’s too early for this shit!!!” I yelled to the top of my lungs. “Shut up and get ready!!!” Zack screamed from his room across the hall. I guess I woke him up. I got up, got a quick shower, skipped makeup - they were gonna put a fuck load on my face anyways - got dressed in this:

I wanted to feel comfy but look cute for Sarah. I put my hair up in a messy bun, ran down stairs, up on my black and white vans, grabbed my backpack, house keys, car keys, and headed out the door. I check my phone and saw a text from Sarah.

Sar bear 🐻

Sar bear 🐻: hey baby. You might be asleep, sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to say how proud of you I am and how amazing you are. This is your first acting job and I am so honored to be apart of it, and be apart of many more in the future. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I hope you never forget that. Xoxo 💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️

I was in tears. I couldn’t wait to get to set and kiss the crap out of her.

I dried my tears and drove to the set. I got so nervous when I saw the gate. I gave the security man my ID and he let me in. I drove to my parking spot, parked, and looked for my trailer and Sarah.

I was asking everyone where she was. Even, Emma, Gabbie, Taissa, Lily, Matt, Cody, hell even Ryan. No one had seen her. I just thought maybe she was just running a bit late. Ryan told me where my trailer was. I was right next to Sarah. I got the key and unlocked what I would call my room for the next 7-9 months.

I opened the door and i turned to close it but someone closed it for me. It was Sarah and she scared the shit out of me. “AAAHHHH!!!” I screamed so loud I think everyone on set could hear me. “I told you I liked a good payback.” She said laughing her ass off. “Haha. Real funny.” I said “Come here.” She said holding out her arms. “No.” I said with a pout. “Baby I’m sorry. Please give me a huge. I’ll make it up to you..... please.” “Fine, but only because of the message from this morning.” We both went in for a hug. She flopped both of us on the couch. I was on top of her, she gave me a big kiss. “I love yo-“ Sarah said “I’m sorry bab-“ “I love you too.” I said “You do. But I thought you wanted to take things slow. I don’t wanna rush you.” She was panicking. “Baby, I’ll tell you for the rest of my life I love you.” “I love you too.” We both went in for another kiss. “Babe we should get ready.” “But we have like 2 hours.” Sarah said. “And I wanna cuddle my baby girl.” “How can I say no to you.”

We sat in my trailer watching tv shows, YouTube, gave kisses, and cuddles. She was my one and only love I couldn’t deny that.

@versonstar @wlw-lesbianimagines @sarahpaulsondaily

#sarah paulson fan ficion #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson

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vieverdeen · 5 years

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Thoughts on 8x03. I need to vent.

WARNING: this contains dark! Dany, crumbs of Jonsa i guess, anti sanarion, anti jonerys, anti daenerys, anti tyrion, anti d&d, basically anti everything, and lots and lots and lots of complaining. LOTS. And bitching. I hated 8x03. If you liked it, I suggest you keep scrolling. Please keep scrolling. I don't want any heat, dont want to offend anybody, I just so BADLY need to vent.

Also, i post in the Jonsa tag, because that's my main fandom and where i feel safe.

ALSO SPOILERS!

This episode was an epitome of disappointment. I can't even. All this bragging how it was going to beat BotB and Hardhome, even freakin HELMS DEEP (the audacity) and ZERO payoff. I'll try to be as brief as possible(I probably won't be).

1. Whover was the mastermid behind this battleplan should hang. What the actual fuck. What the f*ck was the deal with stationing all The Unsullied and Dothraki OUTSIDE?! I mean i get it - there's limited space at Winterfell, and those are huge armies. But later, when it all goes to hell with the Dothraki and so on, and Dadvos screams "man the walls!" there are so few people actually inside, that could man the walls! I mean, the defenders should form a freaking wall themselves, to push down as many wights as possible! And they weren't even in position, on the battlements!

2. The charge was fucking idiotic. I really don't get it - was it a rash decision of the Dothraki, inspired by Mel lighting their arakhs, that they were like "yeah, why not, let's roll", without any order? Or was it an ACTUAL plan for them to charge the AotD, without anybody knowing Mel would show up and do what she did, with regular weapons, not even Valyrian steel or dragon glass?! I mean, did they WANT to give the NK more meat for his army? THE STUPIDITY

3. What was the deal with Arya during the battle? All of the sudden she's inside the castle, terrified, walks into the library and hides from one(!) wight - seeing as in the beginning she wasn't aware there were more. The whole library scene was exhausting to watch, and not because of the suspence, but again, because of the stupidity of it. It felt out of nowhere and pointless. And damn, I remember all of the speculation when the trailer came out- why is Arya so terrified, what is she running from? Is it Rickon or whatnot? Nope. No surprises here. Just regular whights, just like the ones she was going all assasin-mode on a minute ago.

3. Jon, Daenerice and their lizards. I mean, could they have been any more useless?! Dani burns some wights in the beginning and thats it. The most frustrating part was, that they haven't even once used the goddamn dragons to fry Viserion. Not once! There was some hands-on dragon combat but that was it. At various moments I wanted the NK to win, seriously. When they flew above the clouds and Viserion disappeared, i half expected the nephew and his aunt to sing "A whole new world" together and fly away. Wouldn't have made a difference.

4. I will give them one thing, the part with Dany falling off of Drogon and him abandoning her was satisfying. Shame that Jorah ex Machina was soo predicrable (glad it wasn't Jon though). Also, I will say, that Jorahs death was the one scene I actually liked, it brought me back to season 1 and I felt for Daenerys for a moment.

5. The crypts. I mean, the way Tyrion has been made by the show to be the Most Moral Man in the Universe, with his magical, genius mind has become unbearable. I wanted to smack him, seriously. Of course YOU should be out there Tyrion, YOU might notice something others won't. Sansa put him in his place, but I would prefer it if she remaind cold towards him, like in the first episode, just beacuse the amount of sanarion being pushed down our throats was making me gag. Saying they would never have worked because of Dani? Sansa love, you dont have to be polite. It would never have worked because Sansa did not love him, wasn't attracted to him, was forced to marry him as a child, because he's a father-killing, whore-mongering alcoholic. I was SO scared they would actually kiss in that scene when they were hiding. I was about to puke. Seriously, Sophie has an amazing chemistry with nearly everyone and clearly it was visible in this scene, but for the love of God I could not bear it.

6. Missandei and her "if it werent for the Dragon Queen we'd all be dead". I need someone to step up ASAP and make it clear that if it werent for Dani and her dumbass advisors the NK WOULDNT HAVE A F*CKING DRAGON!!! And the Wall still would be standing! Why don't these things matter? Like at all?? Why?! D&D just dont give a fuck.

7. Bran. The Three-Eyed Raven. All those seasons, the impossible journey, the sacrifice of Hodor, Jojen, Meera, Summer, all the 8-year build up for the AotD to end like... this. No resolution, no answers, no explanation. And Bran does nothing. It was so underwhelming. Every single fanfic I've read was better than this. He just warged into some ravens and went for a flight. Coolcoolcool.

8. The final scene, with the music and everything was, much like the rest of the episode, exhausting. The pacing was all over the place, either too slow or too fast. It sure was nice of the NK to give Theon and Bran some extra time so they could look at each other meaningfully, with Bran taking his sweet time to assure Theon that his character arc has been completed and he's most welcome to die for him now. The NK was actually a big softie on the inside, truly. Applies also for the never-ending look he exchanged with Bran before actually trying to kill him.

Till the last moment I was hoping that Bran would pull something out. That he couldn't have been THIS useless. Anything, I would have even taken time travel, anything. But GoT has stopped shocking and surprising a looong time ago, and we got Arya instead. I guess she's so awesome now, kinda like a supernatural being, that the only sign of her coming is a light breeze moving one's hair. I don't quite get when did she actually learn to fly/jump so high, maybe at some point in Braavos, between washing dead bodies and fighting with sticks? (okay, here's a rabbit hole to avoid - Aryas plot since sason 6, when suddenly she becomes a worrior able to best Brienne in combat). I would really like Arya killing the NK, if it was done and executed better, with a decent build-up and all of that. Not like this. It was so fucking easy it hurt.

9. Jon was useless. Useless I tell you. Dani being useless was sorta satisfying, as I'm anti dany, but Jon has been obsessed with the AotD and the NK for too many seasons now. I guess I should be thankful that at no point the line "i thought i lost you" has been uttered.

10. When the episode ended, me and my sister were like, "damn, dani has actually lost all her armies. game over for her." I mean she lost all of the Dothraki, almost all of the Unsullied? But God, did we underestimate Dumb&Dumber's dumbness! OF COURSE in the promo Dani still has an army and is ready to go to war with Cersei. OF COURSE. Fuck logic, fuck the facts, fuck the plot. Things havent been making any sense for a while now, so why bother at the end?

11. One more thing about Ghost - i love this boy with all my heart, and that's why it pisses me off so much that after SEASONS of neglecting him and favouring the lizards, the writers bring him back for some meaningless cameos, without Jon interacting with him ONCE. The discrespect! Seriously, at this point Ghost should just switch owners. Jon better stay with his pet reptalian.

Sidenote: I won't even go into no Jonsa goodbye scene. No goodbye-scene for Jon with any of the Starks. Coolcoolcool.

There is more, I'm sure, but I cant remember and I'm too tired. I dont even know what I expected. Maybe because the 2 first episodes were decent I was hoping for something remotely good. But D&D reminded me that no one can dissapoint like they can.

#jonsa #anti jonerys #anti daenerys #got spoilers #spoilers #anti sanarion #anti tyrion lannister

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kgyeomiex · 5 years

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Secrets (M)

“We weren’t meant to be. We should have never kissed. I should not have become that weak soul which needs you. We shouldn’t have met, but we did.”

Summary: I call him devil because he makes me want to sin. And every time he knocks… I can’t help but let him in…

Hoseok was my brother’s best friend. He was nothing but bad news, but the more I spent time around him… the more I couldn’t help but fall for him…

Temptation is a dangerous thing… especially with a guy like him…

Has become a youtube series: (Trailer) (Part 1) (Part 2)

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11

Part 12 is finally here...

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I have no idea why Hoseok cares whether I’m jealous or not. Hoseok shouldn’t care anyway, especially since the boy now has a girlfriend. I crossed my arms and instantly rolled my eyes.

“Why would I admit to something that’s not true?” I asked Hoseok and he just smiles.

I swear Hoseok is toxic. The moment he smirks I know he finds it amusing to bother me and I’m sick of it.

“Jennie, it’s okay you had your chance but you rejected me,” I mean what else was I supposed to do? Let Hoseok come into my life to fuck everything up? No thanks. I almost did that and after I snapped back into reality, I realized that it was a major mistake.

“You and I both know you don’t do relationships. Just because you’re in one now doesn’t mean that the two of you are going to last,” I didn’t mean to be a complete asshole to Hoseok but it’s true.

Everyone who knows Hoseok knows he’s a fuckboy. He easily gets tired of girls and moves on to the next. I feel bad for his girlfriend right now but hey she should have known what she was signing herself up for.

I was waiting for Hoseok to make another comment but he stayed quiet. I stood there for a bit staring at Hoseok in silence waiting for him to say something. However, he just stood there looking right at me. Well, guess this is my cue to leave.

Not saying a single word so I walked off.

I don’t like Hoseok… I don’t like Hoseok…

If anything I hate him.

“Jennie!” I heard my name being called. I instantly jumped up and looked at Kevin waving his hands in the air side to side. Oh shit, when did he get here?

Here I am laying in bed completely distracted trying to admit to myself that I hate Hoseok. I had my eyes closed listening to music and here comes Kevin trying to capture my damn attention… I mean I could have been sleeping… How rude.

“Sorry, what?” I asked as I took off my headphones and Kevin rolled his eyes.

“I could have been dying and it would have taken you five years for you to realize I’m dead,” one thing Kevin and I had in common was that both of us are incredibly dramatic. I guess you can say it runs in the family.

“Oh come on, it probably would have been longer than five years,” I said playing along and instead of Kevin making a comment he grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it right at me.

“I’m kidding,” I pushed the pillow aside and looked at Kevin. What did he want anyway?

Usually, when Kevin comes into my room it’s a favor… There has never been a moment I can recall where Kevin just comes into the room out of the blue just to have a conversation….

Nope never happened.

“Anyways what’s up?” I asked Kevin looking at my phone but instead of hearing him talk I heard pure silence…

Why is he quiet…

I slowly picked up my head and seen Kevin smiling from ear to ear. Oh no… He wants something… Just from that smile, I know that no is not an answer…

“Oh no…” Kevin quickly ran up to me and grabbed my wrist.

“Jennie! Please… I need you to do me this favor,” oh god…

“Let me hear it,” I said crossing my arms and Kevin just smiles.

“Just say you’ll do it,” the bad thing about Kevin is he wants you to automatically confirm that you will do his favor without even letting me have a chance to hear it first.

“No, the last time you made me say yes I ended up carrying Hoseok and you all the way home because first of all you two were sloppy drunk and no one had money for a cab!” I reminded Kevin that tragic night and Kevin looked down.

“I told you I was sorry,” bullshit but whatever.

“So before I agree to anything I need to hear what your favor consists of,” I said crossing my arms putting the most serious face I could on and Kevin looks right at me.

“It’s not as bad as you’re probably thinking,” so that means it doesn’t involve Hoseok and him being drunk? Or Hoseok at all?

“Okay, so what is it?” I have no idea why Kevin can’t just simply tell me what the favor is. I mean I’ll keep asking him to tell me but instead, he’s beating around the bush.

“Okay… So let’s just say I have a date tomorrow,” okay what on earth does that have to do with me?

“And what do you want me to do about that?” Was Kevin going to make me call his date and lie that he left out of the country or something?

“You know… First dates are usually awkward,” Kevin stopped talking for a split second tried to find a way to properly ask me.

“And well I was hoping you and Jungkook could tag along with me and my date to an amusement park,” well this is the first time Kevin’s favor isn’t bad… It’s kind of too good to be true.

“What’s the catch?” I instantly asked and Kevin just looked at me and smiled. Okay, that smile says it all.

“Hoseok and his girlfriend will be joining us too,” nope nope at first I was going to give Kevin the benefit of the doubt but hell no I am not going to be around Hoseok. No one can force me to be around that ass anymore.

“Yeah no thanks,” I said and Kevin looked right at me.

“Come on! I know you hate Hoseok but you’re going to be with your date so you won’t technically be around him,” Who cares if I know Hoseok’s presence is around me I won’t be able to focus on Jungkook without being worried that Hoseok will come with a plan up his damn sleeve.

“Kevin, I love you but I’m selfish. I will not force myself to be around someone I hate,” I feel bad saying no to Kevin but if I agree to go I have a bad feeling about it… Why would I want to make myself suffer like that?

“Jennie,”

I shook my head and rested my hand on Kevin’s shoulder.

“Look Kevin let’s just drop it, no matter how many times you ask me I will continue saying no,” Kevin got up and looked at me.

“Well although you told me no, if you change your mind you know exactly where to find me,” I know I wasn’t going to change my mind however I just nodded my head and watched Kevin walk away.

I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. Not only would Hoseok try to do something to destroy my relationship with Jungkook but the whole tension would feel awkward… Although I hate Hoseok it’s hard not to act weird around him especially because I shared my first kiss with the boy.

Maybe Taehyung was right… Sharing my first kiss with Hoseok wasn’t a good idea, I have no idea what on earth I was thinking in the first place.

I grabbed my phone and knew I had to ask my best friend for some advice. Taehyung always knew what to do and right now you needed help making up your mind.

Why did I agree to this? I swear I am going to regret ever saying yes to this. Just the fact that I am going to be with my boyfriend and Hoseok sounds like trouble.

I just hope that Hoseok just stays focused on his little girlfriend and learns to leave me alone. I can’t do this playing with my feelings anymore.

“Jennie,” I looked over and noticed Jungkook finally approaching my brother and I. Not only are we all going to spend time in the amusement park but also we are all going to be in the same car.

“For a second I thought you weren’t going to make it,” I said as Jungkook was now standing right in front of me and he smiled.

“You know I wouldn’t miss our date in the world,” Jungkook slowly leaned in getting ready to kiss you until…

“I’m here!” Both Jungkook and I pull away and there I see Hoseok looking over at me with a smirk.

Was that necessary?

I swear I will try my hardest to be on my best behavior but if Hoseok says or does anything that will piss me off I swear everyone will see a flying shoe being thrown his direction.

“No one cares,” I mumbled and jungkook looked over at me but I just smiled.

“My date is running a couple of minutes late… If you guys want you can start heading into the car,” I looked at Jungkook and in no time the both of us approached the car.

As we reached the doors I was about to grab the door handle till...

“Oh my my look who we have here,” Hoseok was right in front of you smirking.

You all haven’t left yet to the date but here you are getting annoyed with Hoseok already.

“Hoseok… Do you mind pushing over, Jungkook and I are trying to take a seat,” Hoseok looked at the car door and then back at you.

“I actually do mind, maybe I wanted to take a seat first,” I took one look over at Jungkook and he looked at me a bit concerned.

He probably has a feeling that I'm ready to attack this man. Or maybe he knows that this trip was going to be a long one since I’m probably going to be arguing with Hoseok.

No matter how many times the both of us talk and discuss about being friends it’s never really an option just because both of us got on each other's nerves…

I have no idea why we can’t seem to get along but oh well…

“Let’s just let them take a seat first,” Jungkook says looking over at me and I glanced over at Hoseok and seen him smirking.

“But-,” I was going to continue arguing and make sure that I didn’t let Hoseok get what he wanted but there was no point.

Maybe I should have done what I was planning to do and ignore Hoseok’s existence. I swear no matter how hard I try to ignore Hoseok and his presences, it never seems to work out. He’s everywhere…

Hoseok walked over to the car and took one look at me before entering. He smirked and looked at me up and down. Oh, this boy has some nerves…

I wanted to react and kick but with Jungkook by my side, I knew I couldn’t. I had to act like I wasn’t bothered especially with Jungkook by my side.

As Hoseok and his girlfriend sat in the car, Jungkook and I looked inside and realized there was one more seat left. I looked over at Jungkook and noticed him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Looks like there is only one spot left…” Well great going Kevin…

Wait, why am I blaming him? Oh, that’s right he’s the main reason why you even agreed to come to this stupid trip in the first place.

“I forgot that Kevin’s car is extremely small.” Jungkook looked at you and awkwardly smiled.

“I mean if you want you can sit on my lap, if not… Hos-” I instantly cut him off the moment he began to call out Hoseok’s name.

“I’ll sit on your lap,” Jungkook slowly makes his way in the car and at that moment I hopped in as well and took a seat at his lap.

I don’t know why but as I was sitting on Jungkook’s lap, I looked over at Hoseok and noticed how bothered he seemed to be. A huge smile of satisfaction spread across my face.

Maybe this trip will be fun after all…

After that long trip of sitting in a car for a couple of hours, we finally arrived at our destination.

I knew the trip with going to be interesting especially since Hoseok was also joining me and my brother with his girlfriend... But I didn’t think it was going to get interesting this fast in the day.

The moment I sat on Jungkook’s lap, Hoseok already started to act immature and salty for no reason.

As I tried to talk to my brother or even Jungkook, Hoseok would make noises or even talk but made sure that was louder than I was. He even had control of the music so the moment he saw that I was about to talk he would put the music louder than my voice.

I was annoyed but I tried not to let that get to me, I tried my hardest to act as if that didn’t bother me but then he began to do other things that began to annoy me. After giving me such a hard time trying to even speak, he let me speak eventually but he had a comment to almost everything.

A person can only take so much.

Jungkook tried to calm me down but I snapped. Eventually, after dealing with Hoseok and his annoying mouth of his, we argued the whole car ride here...

Now I hope my brother understand why I don’t like coming out.

The moment we arrived I was the first one out of the car annoyed and ready to strangle a person… And by a person, I meant the one and only Hoseok.

“Jennie… Everything is going to be fine, we’ll just be as far away as possible from Hoseok, okay?” Jungkook says looking directly at me and instead of continuing with the issue I just nodded my head and accepted it.

“Okay fine,” I mumbled trying my hardest to be the mature one in the situation.

At last everyone was out of the car and we all walked on our way to the main entrance. I tried my hardest not to look over at Hoseok but I couldn’t help myself especially because I swear I feel his eyes on me.

“Shoot... “ Kevin stopped walking and then looked back at us.

“What happened now?” I asked as I watched Kevin pat down his pockets and instead of saying anything, he just awkwardly laughed…

Kevin didn’t even have to say much… I already knew what was happening. I watched him awkward pat his pockets and then looked over at us still smiling…

“Okay… So I have bad news,” I can tell…

“Let me guess you forget your wallet?” I asked Kevin right away not giving him much of a chance to explain himself.

Kevin stood quiet but slowly nodded his head.

“I know I brought it… But I think I left it back in the car,” I don’t know what came over me but it must be the fact that I don’t want to be around Hoseok any longer…

“I’ll get it,” everyone including Jungkook all looked at me surprised.

“What? I'm trying to do something nice… Is that so wrong?” I said before I walked off walking back to where Kevin parked his car...

Honestly, I was expecting some quiet but it wasn’t long until it was suddenly rudely interrupted.

“Isn’t it just a nice day to go out for a walk.” I looked over my shoulder and there I see Hoseok right by my side.

I thought if I were to leave the area for a few I would have a break from Hoseok… But I guess the joke is on me because he’s still right here by my damn side… I swear can’t Hoseok get the damn clue, get lost.

“Why are you here?” I asked Hoseok annoyed and irritated and instead of answering my question, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and smiled.

“Don’t you think that if we spend more time with each other we can finally learn how to get along?” Hoseok says and I couldn’t help but to automatically laugh.

How many chances has Hoseok had to fix things and how many times had he fucked up all his chances? Way too many to count.

“Hoseok I don’t have time to play your stupid childish games,” I’m pretty sure I told Hoseok this before but it hasn’t processed clearly into his damn head.

“Jennie, come on,” he grabs my hand and stops me from walking.

I froze and looked at his hand.

“Hoseok let go,” I will talk to Hoseok if that’s what he wants, however, I don’t want him to be touching me as he does so…

“I’m sorry,” he removed his hand and sighed.

“Look let’s face it… You and I can’t be friends, it won’t ever work out and you know it,” I didn’t want to be so mean about it but it’s true. Hoseok and I can’t ever seem to meet eye to eye plus… Every time I’m around him this unfamiliar feeling comes out of the blue and I don’t know how to react or what to say so I rather keep my distance.

“You’re right,” He says and I was expecting that respond… It was the response that I should be happy to hear however I felt rather disappointed… Now I’m just confusing myself.

“Alright then,” I was getting ready to walk to my brother's car but then Hoseok suddenly starts speaking causing me to stop walking any further.

“You and I might not be able to be friends… But maybe that’s because you and I are meant to be more,”

I felt my heart suddenly race and I felt my mouth go dry. What do I even say?

To be honest, right at this moment I have no idea if I should believe any word Hoseok is telling me or not. Hoseok tends to lie a lot and I don’t want to fall for any of his lies again.

“Hoseok, come on. You and I both know that we are bad for each other.” I said looking right into Hoseok eyes to make sure he knows I'm serious.

“You don’t believe that,” Hoseok says and although deep down inside I have this little hope where Hoseok and I can be together… I know that we shouldn’t because we are bad for each other….

“I do,” I have to stand my ground even if that means lying to his face.

“Then tell me right now that you want me out of your life for good. That you want nothing to do with me and I will leave you alone for good,” this is easier said than done…

I’m afraid that I can look at him straight in the face and say those words…

“Hoseok… I want you to…” I stopped talking and suddenly forgot how to even form a proper sentence out of my mouth.

Shit, I think that cat caught my tongue…

I wanted to tell Hoseok to leave me alone and stop playing these pathetic games but for some reason, I couldn't get myself to say it… It’s like even though my brain might believe that I don’t want anything to do with Hoseok my heart says something completely different.

“You what?” Hoseok says waiting for me to finish my sentence but again I couldn’t dare say a word.

“I… I need to get my brother wallet,” I blurted out instead and I quickly removed myself from Hoseok and went to my brother's car.

I know I messed up by not telling Hoseok off but it seems nearly impossible to even say. Now that Hoseok knows what kind of effect he has on me I highly doubt that he will ever leave me alone… Great…

I can’t believe I couldn’t say those damn words. I want you out of my life. SEE it’s that easy.

As soon as I arrived at my brother's car I opened the door and grabbed his wallet.

“What took you so long?” Kevin asks as soon as you arrive back to the group.

“Sorry… I was trying to find it,” I tried to use the best excuse I could to avoid speaking the truth.

“Look for it? Why it should have been right there…” Kevin says making everyone look at me even Hoseok... Shit, I should have seen this coming.

“Well you should know this by now I am blind, “ I was hoping Kevin wouldn’t ask me any further questions.

I could feel Kevin look at me not convinced with my response but he didn’t say anything after that. Instead, he smiled and clapped his hands.

“We shall go,”

“Did Hoseok say anything to you,” I jumped up and looked at Jungkook completely caught off guard.

“Sorry, what?” Where was this coming from?

Jungkook and I were strolling through the amusement park and out of the blue he asks me about Hoseok.

“When you went to get your brothers wallet, did Hoseok say anything to you?” Why was Jungkook all of a sudden interested in Hoseok?

Where was this suddenly coming from? Is there something going on between Hoseok and Jungkook that you don’t know about?

Right now I could automatically blurt out why, but if I were to do that then Jungkook would be suspicious. I decided it was a better idea if I answered his question first and then question him back.

“No why would he?” I asked turning the question back to him.

I feel like there is some kind of tension between Jungkook and Hoseok but no one tells me anything.

“No reason... Just curious,” I could tell that Jungkook was trying to keep the conversation short. Okay, what was up with all of this?

Did Jungkook and Hoseok talk before Hoseok went to look for you? I am beyond suspicious but right now talking to Jungkook about Hoseok will just ruin the mood for an amusement park… Right now all I have to do is bite my tongue and wait till we leave.

“Okay, now onto more important things. Today it’s just about you and me.” I said grabbed a hold of Jungkook’s hand and he smiles.

“That’s perfect, I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Jungkook says giving me his famous bunny smile.

“But what should we do first?” Jungkook asks looking at me. In the beginning, I began to think… Hmm, we can go straight to the rides or…. Before I could finish my train of thought I noticed a couple walking near Jungkook and I.

The two were wearing those themed headsets couples usually wear and it gave me an idea. To be honest I have watched a lot of K-dramas's in my life so I know what those headbands mean.

“Jungkook…. I have an idea,” Instead of explaining myself I grabbed Jungkook and dragged him to the nearest store.

Maybe it won’t hurt too much to try to reenact a K-drama cute scene.

Hoseok’s Point of View

I have no idea why I am here with Chanmi… If anything I have no idea why I thought having a girlfriend would be a fun idea. I don’t even want to be here with this girl…

I looked over at Chanmi and noticed that she was still talking. I couldn’t help but block her the whole. I swear the only thing I hear come out of her mouth is her bragging about herself. We get it you love yourself now can we move on.

“Baby,” Chanmi grabs my hand and I quickly pulled away.

“What?” I didn’t mean to be a complete ass but right now for some strange reason the only person that kept coming to my mind was Jennie…

Where did Jungkook and her go? Did she find somewhere she could go avoid me…

The more I thought about Jennie the more I thought I should go look for her and see what her and Jungkook are up to.

“Hoseok!” I turned around and see Kevin and his girlfriend, next to them I noticed Jennie and Jungkook.

Shit, I need to do something fast. I looked over at Chanmi and grabbed a hold of her hand. Chanmi looked at me confused but then smiled.

Trust me, I am not holding her hand because I want to. I am holding her hand because I see Jennie and Jungkook… Plus on top of that, Kevin believes that I like Chanmi and I have to play the part so he won’t figure out who I really like.

As the four approached me and my date, I couldn’t help but look over at Jungkook and Jennie. The first thing that caught my attention was that I suddenly noticed that Jennie and Jungkook had matching headbands.

What is this…

Jennie’s Point of View

Today I planned to enjoy my date time with Jungkook but Kevin had other plans. After meeting Kevin back at the store, he immediately had an idea.

Kevin believes that if we all go on the rides together it will be way more fun than just being with your date…

I have no idea if I can agree to that, especially with the fact that Hoseok has joined us today. I wanted to refuse Kevin’s plan but I felt bad. The purpose of today was to help him out with his date… I couldn’t be a complete ass even though I wanted to be selfish and avoid Hoseok at all causes.

As Jungkook and I followed behind Kevin, I saw Hoseok and his girlfriend from afar.

Ugh great… Now I have to go back to dealing with him.

As soon as Hoseok was right in front of all of us he looked right at me and then at Jungkook.

“Wow how lame, aren’t you two too old to be wearing headbands,” Hoseok says smirking thinking the comment had some kind of effect on me but it didn’t.

“What? Babe, they look adorable,” Hoseok’s girlfriend says defending Jungkook and I and I just simply smiled.

I am not even going to lie…. I forgot that Hoseok had a date, she has been quiet the whole time until now.

“Hoseok over here is still new with the whole relationship idea so he doesn’t understand what’s in,” Kevin tells his date and Hoseok’s girlfriend they just nodded their head.

Yeah, I don’t think that’s the case. If anything Hoseok just had to simply say something to try to get on my damn nerves. To be honest, Hoseok can just simply breath and he will get on my damn nerves.

Hoseok noticed that no one was affected by his snobbish comment which made me smile in satisfaction.

He already tried to ruin the date in the beginning but I won’t let him do it now. Right now it’s all about Jungkook and you and no one can ruin that…

And when you say no one, you mean no one…

Not

Even

Hoseok.

“By the way, before you all decide to split off I had an idea,” Kevin suddenly speaks and you all looked at him.

“Instead of everyone splitting off and doing their own thing I was thinking why don’t we all just stay together and enjoy the rides that way,” what?!

This wasn’t a part of the plan? When did you agree to this?

How long can you be around Hoseok before you decide to kill him?

I looked at Jungkook and he didn’t look too happy… I looked over and noticed that Jungkook was eyeing Hoseok...

Is there something I should know about? Does Jungkook think Hoseok and I have something going on…

~ To Be Continued

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