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livingasaghost · 3 years

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okay so i always see a bunch of ridiculous aftg headcanons soooo i decided to put my hat in the ring and try it out

this is all about the foxes and their chaotic as hell groupchats

so let’s imagine for a second that this series doesn’t take place in the early 2000s so smart phones exist

periodically the foxes have exchanged numbers with each other - obviously each of the cliques can contact each other, but then throughout that first year there are little things that cause people to give out their numbers

like at some point nicky lets it slip that he’s having trouble with his stats class and out of the blue allison offers to meet up with him because she’s surprisingly like really great at math? so the two of them start up a little text chain where they just shit talk everyone and start a few random bets

and then dan gets katelyn’s number from one of the other vixens and the two of them initially just start texting about game details...which turns into bonding over make-up and girl talk and eventually dan starts inviting katelyn to hang out with her and the fox girls

at first renee is the only one who has everyone’s number because she’s the only one who everyone likes

but then after their big win, renee just puts everyone in one massive groupchat so no one gets left out and they can all bond and it’s just as chaotic as one would expect

at first everyone’s just trying to figure out who’s who, but not everyone has an iphone so all the iphone users are really pissed off at the green bubbles

aaron’s the only one with an android because of course he is

he refuses to switch to an iphone even when the rest of the team BEGS him to bc he “doesn’t see the point”

for the whole summer after neil’s first year, the team keeps trying to pressure him and andrew into upgrading their phones because the team is so sick of what it’s doing to the groupchat

neil doesn’t really know how it all works because he’s still getting used to having a phone and having friends to text, but then everyone starts sending him emojis that don’t show up properly and his phone won’t load any photos they send and the rest of the foxes are so FRUSTRATED bc neil doesn’t seem to notice

eventually, in a shocking turn of events, andrew gets so fed up with the chaos of everyone texting his flip phone that he’s the one who gives in

he shows up at the dorm one day and just hands neil a little baggie with his new iphone

they’re just starting to get it set up when nicky strolls in and IMMEDIATELY takes over, showing neil all about emojis and changing your phone background and saving all the fox contacts

neil is, unsurprisingly, very overwhelmed and slightly terrified, so andrew reaches over and does it all for him, and nicky just looks put out

it takes neil like six months to change any of his contacts or backgrounds or settings because he just doesn’t care

eventually he does manage to set his lockscreen to a really bad photo he took of andrew when he wasn’t paying attention

andrew notices it one day and chooses not to say anything

(he secretly loves it)

when the groupchats start heating up.......neil realizes it’s kind of fun to have a smart phone because it feels like the foxes are with him all the time

after neil and andrew get iphones, the rest of the team decide to make a separate groupchat for just apple users bc no one really texts aaron regularly anyway

at first it’s just a place where people drop details about practices

dan shares news from wymack and abby and then kevin starts giving orders about what the foxes can do better

and somehow that is the tipping point

because everyone hates when kevin starts talking exy

(except neil)

so everyone jumps on him and it’s the perfect icebreaker

nicky is the obnoxious one who sends a ridiculous amount of emojis and gifs and reaction images (neil never knows where he finds them all) - he also sends the most tiktoks. usually ones that are super inappropriate or just plain stupid.

allison texts a lot because she’s always attached to her phone ready for the tea and sometimes she’ll send a really raunchy meme just to spice things up

neil doesn’t really know what’s going on half the time - and he never really scrolls up to see what he’s missed - so if and when he does respond, it’s usually just to ask clarifying questions or give a thumbs up

matt is the one who always checks in to make sure everyone’s doing okay - he’ll send really encouraging texts that people like andrew shit on

one time matt sends everyone a really sweet text over the holidays about how much they mean to him....and then dan just kicks him out of the gc and goes “okay enough of that bullshit i hate u guys xoxo” and andrew gives it a thumbs up

sometimes when he’s bored andrew will just kick out everyone but renee and neil bc why not

kevin is the one who gets kicked out the most

sometimes it’s because he texts about exy, but eventually it just becomes a running joke that they’ll kick him out randomly

like they’ll be in the middle of a conversation and then allison will just boot him out of the gc just to see what he’ll do

usually when this happens kevin will just send an angry message in one of the other gcs telling neil to add him back

it’s usually neil or renee who adds someone back bc they feel bad that people get left out of the gc

renee has this weird obsession with tiktok and she sends them CONSTANTLY like usually they remind her of certain teammates

she’ll send these at all hours of the night bc she has trouble sleeping and that means more time to scroll through the app from hell

and even though it gets on everyone’s nerves, no one can hate renee so they all just kind of....watch the videos and then everyone’s obsessed with tiktok

dan will send memes and things but only when they’re like so ridiculously funny that they get the whole gc wheezing at midnight on a school night

and usually they’re SO ridiculous that they only make sense to dan

“Dan you do realize we have practice tomorrow?”

“matt shut up this girl is talking like MARGE SIMPSON I CANT BREATHE”

most of the foxes text without proper capitalization or punctuation but matt and kevin and neil (and aaron) are all very proper with their texting

dan makes fun of matt all the time bc he doesn’t seem like the kind of person to Use Proper English but matt doesn’t understand why everyone can’t just use capitals when it’s automatic (he doesn’t know how to turn it off)

neil uses proper grammar just bc it doesn’t occur to him to do anything else

andrew uses lowercase bc it reads like a monotone to him and he thinks it’s ~cool~ and he also likes making kevin mad

sometimes he’ll use the wrong punctuation and grammar on purpose just to get kevin to reply to his texts

eventually nicky realizes he can change the group name and the group photo so he starts the most chaotic conversation by dramatically changing it to a snapchat screenshot of neil asleep on andrew’s lap and calling the gc SEXY EXY BESTIES 👅💦

it stays like that for all of two minutes before kevin notices and quickly changes the name to The Foxes

and then it becomes a free for all as everyone tries to be smart and snarky and ridiculous

stans of kevin’s left hand

the foxwhore court

🧡 Neil Josten Fanclub 🧡

life’s like a game of exy🥍

periodically throughout the week someone will change the name as they see fit - normally it’s something stupid but sometimes they’ll start an actual conversation by changing the group name

The Ungrateful Foxes

fuck you kevin

Guys plz be nice to Kevin

YOU KNOW, I GET IT—

The Worst Team in the NCAA

fuck you kevin

GO TO SLEEP NEIL!!!

one time after they’d spent like two weeks being called wymack’s whores, andrew decided he’d had enough of that so he just renamed it 🖕🏻🦊

and they do have a separate gc with wymack (they just don’t need to bother him with all their shitty commentary)

but funny enough, they’re almost worse in the wymack gc

at first wymack tried to control everyone by kicking people out who misbehaved, but then it just kept happening until it was him, kevin and renee left and he had to let it go

now all the foxes will text him at the most random times with the most random of questions

they also have a running joke where they all call him dad

kevin hates it, but wymack secretly thinks it’s hilarious and sweet

“hey dad can we get pizza after practice tomorrow???”

“dad nicky’s being a bitch can you make him run extra laps”

“WAIT DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT WYMACK IS KEVIN’S ACTUAL DAD??? *blinking man gif*”

kevin starts leaving the gc instead of waiting to be kicked out

#should i do another one of these #this was SO FUCKING FUN #aftg #aftg headcanon #aftg hc #tfc #headcanon #mine #personal

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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survey by starsareonly2nd

Have you ever been to Las Vegas? No. Doesn’t sound like my type of city. I wouldn’t mind visiting the rest of Nevada though.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? Just a cup of coffee; I skip breakfast except on Sundays, when we actually sit down at the dining table and eat as a family.

Do you have any loose change in your pocket? I don’t have any pockets right now but I do have very few coins in my wallet. I used to have plenty, but I’ve given most of them away because I usually give tips to the nice people who help me get out of parking spots.

Do you like Taylor Swift? I like some of her songs, especially the ones from 1989, but I have no idea why I just can’t get into her as a person.

What's your favorite Disney Channel movie? I haven’t tuned in to that channel for a very long time now, but the movies that I got the most excited about as a kid were Twitches, Wendy Wu, Camp Rock, The Cheetah Girls, and High School Musical 1 and 2.

If you met your favorite celebrity, would you be calm or star struck? I’d be starstruck in a calm way; like I’d most likely be too shocked to get more than a few words out. I’m sure I’d come off as shy or boring haha, which is why I’ve refused to meet or interact with my favorite celebrities even if I’ve already had the chance to.

Are there any lights on in the room you're in? I have a ceiling light and a desk lamp, but both are turned off. My only light source at the moment is my laptop screen.

What's your favorite subject in school? History.

What's your favorite holiday? My birthday, if that counts. Christmas can also be great but only for the food, the reunions with extended family, and the freedom to guiltlessly cut off contact with colleagues for a couple of weeks. All other aspects of it make me miserable though.

Do you ever have to do yard work? I’ve never had to do that before.

Is your school close to your house? I mean, it wasn’t a 10-minute walk away but it’s relatively close and driving to my university objectively doesn’t take too long unless there’s heavy traffic. If there’s absolutely no barriers I could get to school in 15-20 minutes, but this is really only just for weekends where I have to go to school for some reason. If there’s traffic (and there always is), I take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half.

Speaking of school, how did you get there today? I haven’t been to my school since the first week of March, and I’ve already graduated since then.

Do you think Bad Romance is a catchy song, or an annoying one? I can honestly tell you that I have genuinely never gotten sick of that song. It’s a late 2000s classic, man. Of course it was too explicit for my 11 year old ears when it first came out, but I found it catchy nonetheless.

Do you use perfect grammar online? I always try to be correct, yes. When I use improper grammar it’s usually because I’m joking.

Are you currently using a laptop? Yup.

Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? I haven’t used iTunes in a while and Spotify, which I do use, doesn’t work that way.

Did/do you listen to Britney Spears songs? I’ve never skipped her singles whenever I caught them on the radio and I’ve always fairly enjoyed the music she puts out, but I normally don’t voluntarily listen to her i.e. look up her songs myself on Spotify.

Is it a windy day? It is now that it’s nighttime, but it was a little humid all day today.

In the past week, have you ridden in a taxi? No. I’m not actually sure if that’s even already allowed...the possibility of public transport is still pretty murky where I live.

What shorthand do you use the most? I have no idea what this means. I did try looking it up but I dunno if I’ve ever had to use shorthand at any point in my life.

Do you ever wish on stars at night? Every now and then, but it’s just the little kid in me.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown. I feel like I answer this at least once a week.

What album is the current song you're listening to off of? Not listening to music but the last song I heard is from an album called Petals For Armor.

What are you doing after you finish this? Try not to cry/break down. Find something to watch on YouTube. Maybe play with Cooper to destress and forget about my problems for a bit.

In your opinion, what song is the most overplayed right now? Other than songs I occasionally put on repeat, I have not heard any new music for a while now.

Are you in a band? Nope, never been.

How clean is your bedroom? We just tidied it up and rearranged a few things last month so I’d say it’s clean - at least tidier than it used to be. And I’m a little proud that despite how rough life has been, I’ve managed to keep it clean. It’s the little things.

Is there a pen within reaching distance of you? Yeah, there’s one on my desk and I can easily reach out and grab it.

Are you sitting at a desk? I’ve moved to my bed for now. My back does not appreciate sitting at a desk all day.

Does your favorite band have a male or female lead singer? Female.

Do you normally shut your bedroom door before you go to sleep? Yesssssssss. We have a light source by the stairs that extends to the hallway and reaches my room, so it gets super annoying if my door is even just slightly ajar because my eyes get distracted by the faint light. My door has to be completely shut for me to feel comfortable in the privacy of my room.

Have you seen the movie Moulin Rouge? I haven’t. I loooove Lady Marmalade, but I’m just not sure if the movie itself is my cup of tea.

Would you ever dye your hair a different color? I’d love to have the chance to do that, yeah.

Are there any framed pictures in the room you're in? There are a couple.

Have you ever been to a Broadway show? Nope.

Do you watch So You Think You Can Dance? I don’t think so but I do remember watching a few episodes of Dancing with the Stars because a wrestler that I liked was one of the contestants for one season. I’m just not sure of SYTYCD also featured wrestlers in their shows; if that has been the case in the past- and I’m just not sure because my memory is a little hazy - I would’ve given it a watch.

What's your favorite movie soundtrack? The Twilight Saga churned out some bomb ass soundtracks. Other than that, I also enjoyed Interstellar’s and Requiem for a Dream’s.

Do you prefer group or individual work? Depends on what kind of work needs to be done. If a task is graphic design or video editing-heavy, I would prefer to work with other people; but if it’s gonna be heavy on something that’s already my forte, I like to work by myself.

Do you have a key to anything besides your house? Just my car.

Are you wearing anything with stripes? Not at the moment.

What time did you go to sleep last night? 9:45 I think? A little later than 10? Somewhere along that range.

Did anyone tell you you were beautiful today? No.

What show did you last watch? Friends.

Do you think you'll do anymore surveys today? I doubt it. This one is already quite longer than the surveys I usually take.

What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Cookies and cream; and more recently, chocolate chip cookie dough.

When was the last time you stayed home from school sick? Sometime in February last year. I developed a fever the night before but wasn’t able to start feeling better by the next morning, so I had to skip the one class I had that day.

Could you ever complete a 500-piece puzzle? Yes. I’m actually planning to buy a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle; it’s one of the items I’ve put on my cart recently. Depressed Robyn is also spend-a-lot-of-money-on-artsy-craftsy-supplies-Robyn, so.

If you could run a red light and not get caught, would you? Hell no.

Do you like to listen to music as you do your homework? Not usually, but sometimes I’ll put on lo-fi since that’s the only kind of music I can listen to and still keep my focus.

Did you think Adam Lambert's AMA performance was really that controversial? I’ve never encountered it, but I doubt I’ll have a problem with it if I do get to watch the performance. I love Adam Lambert and I've never found myself shaking my head at whatever he’s doing.

Do any bands flat-out annoy you? They’re a boy band more than anything but The Vamps has consistently irritated me through the years.

Do you have a mirror in your bedroom? No. I used to, but I gave it to my sister.

Was today a birthday for any of your friends? I don’t think so. With all my social media being deactivated I never get notified about birthdays anymore, but I’m fairly sure none of my friends blow out their candles every October 22nd.

When was the last time you rode in a limo? I’ve never been in one.

Do you take naps daily? No. I can’t really do that anymore since I have an 8-hour shift on weekdays, lol.

Do you still make Christmas lists? No.

Do you watch the show Dexter? I tried getting into the show because it used to always be said in the same breath as Breaking Bad, but I never got invested. I heard later seasons sucked too, so that also turned me off from continuing to pursue the series.

What's the background on your phone? I have a motivational comic that says “You’re doing really well given the circumstances” as my lockscreen. Cooper smiling is my home screen.

When were/will you be a a sophomore in high school? That was six years ago.

Are you scared of any animals? Any flying insect or bug, and I find them scarier if they come with a loud buzz.

Have you ever been to any sort of convention? YouTube Fanfest, if that counts as one. I’m not really sure what counts as a convention haha, but that’s the closest thing I’ve got.

Which song did you last listen to on repeat? Why We Ever by Hayley Williams.

Where do you want to live when you grow up? I’ve stopped thinking about that for now. My focus has since shifted to asking myself if I’ll still even be alive in a few years...ugh, how far we’ve fallen.

Are you currently using a blanket? No. It’s not cold enough for a blanket yet, but maybe in a few hours.

Are there any songs that make you cry? A lot.

How many siblings do you have? Two.

What are you doing this weekend? I have no idea.

Do you prefer swimming at the beach or in a pool? BEEEEEEEEACH. Once I took my first dip in a beach, I never wanted to swim in a pool ever again.

When was the last time you had a haircut? March.

Which musical instrument do you think sounds the prettiest? Piano, saxophone, and violin. Can’t pick a favorite; I think they all sound beautiful.

Are you in band or chorus at your school? I was never in either.

Do you know what you want for Christmas? Yeah but they’re all intangible. I want to be happy, be at peace, normalcy, etc. I’ve stopped pining for presents, especially now that I can afford my own shit.

Do you watch fireworks on New Year's Eve? Always.

Is your birthday within the next three months? Nope. You’ll have to add three more months to that timeframe.

How long is the song you're listening to? No music.

Are you anticipating anything this week? I’m waiting for a couple of very specific emails to come in, and I hope they do before the week ends.

Is your mom or dad the older parent? My dad, but only by 8 months. They were born in the same year.

Have you taken the SATs yet? I never had to take them, but I heard they’re triiiiiiiicky.

Do you watch anything on E? We never had E! in our cable service but I like tuning into that channel whenever we stay at hotels because I get to watch KUWTK, hehe.

Are you going to get off the computer now that you've finished this? Most likely.

#survey #surveys

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chaoswriting92 · 4 years

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Games We Shouldn’t Play

Chapter 3: I’m not okay I promise

You were waiting to hear the painfully familiar buzz when the worst possible thing could have happened.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since… well anyway I am so sorry you had to find out like that. I told Jin he should have come clean about it and I really hate that…” The buzz cut her off and you rushed inside heading for the elevator only belatedly remembering she had to ride up with you.

“So… what are you doing here?” She asked as we waited for the elevator to go up to the correct floor.

“Meeting Jaebeom.”

“Oh right the runway show is coming up so you must be needing to go over the tracks with him and the client, right?”

“Nope.”

“Then for the new ad campaign? Jin told me that you had a new shoot coming that Jimin had lined up for V. Did you need a female model for that one? My schedule’s empty this week.” She said positive that it had to be business because apparently, in her mind, if Jaebeom hadn’t liked her, there was no possible way he’d want you.

“No. I don’t need a female for that one. It is a men’s shoot for Dazed and JB and I have already finalized the tracks for the Runway show and for that shoot, but thanks for asking.” You managed to keep your voice professional not wanting to tell her what you were really doing there and grateful that Jin’s apartment was two floors up from JB even if there was a possibility she was going to tell him she had seen you. The elevator doors finally opened and you could swear you heard the hallelujah chorus.

“It was good seeing you Hyeji.”

“You too y/n. Tell Jaebeom I said hi, okay?”

The doors shut behind you and you scrunched your nose in distaste mimicking her voice.

“Tell Jaebeom I said hi, O- dear Jesus! Jimin, Hi.” You jumped and slammed your elbow into the wall, hissing in pain and biting down on your lip to keep from cursing, when you realized you weren’t alone in the hallway.

“Hi, Y/n. You okay?” He nodded in the direction of your elbow which you were rubbing at to sooth the bruising ache away.

“Yeah, fine. How have you been? I haven’t exactly been on the marketing floor since Jin and I… anyway thanks for setting up that photoshoot for Taehyung.”

“No problem. So what are you doing on this floor?” Oh great not him too. You thought.

“I came to visit JB.”

“Oh. Does Jin know?”

“I’m sure Hyeji will tell him. I rode up with her.”

“You know he didn’t mean to hurt you, right? I mean I know what it looks like and I’m not saying any of this is right, but Jin, he’s not… he’s not a bad guy.”

“Jimin I know that, but that kind of makes it worse. I’m late so I’ll catch you later.” You went down the hall giving a small smile to Yoongi where he was bringing his laundry back into his room and knocked on JB’s door.

“I was beginning to think you got lost,” he joked smiling until he saw the deflated look on your face.

“What happened?” He asked looking around trying to figure out what could’ve made you so sad in the twenty minutes it had taken to get from your apartment to his.

“I ran into Hyeji on the elevator and then Jimin in the hall.”

“Should we have met at your place?”

“No, I am going to have to get used to this. If we are going to be really committing to this thing then I need to be seen with you. By everyone. Half of this is supposed to be proving I’ve moved on too, right?”

“Did Jasmine decide she was going to grill you about last night after all?" JB asked you when you pulled out your phone.

"Uh... No. It's just work emails. It can wait until Monday. Where did you want to go for breakfast? I know of a great Bingsu place a few stops down from my apartment." He seemed to think about it for a minute. You started to just say forget it and suggest that you two just go to a bakery or a cafe for a normal breakfast when he finally spoke.

"Dessert for breakfast, I like it. Let's go."

It was surprisingly easy being on Jaebeom's arm. He had an easy way about himself that put you at ease too. It helped that he was the type of person who knew how to laugh at himself even in the face of being such a handsome guy. He was the opposite of Seokjin in so many different ways. Seokjin had sometimes seemed too aware of the fact he was beautiful and had needed verbal reassurance of the fact often so his insecurity was kept bay; Jaebeom, despite being reminded through compliments, and Jackson fawning over him in the way only a stylist could, seemed to be oblivious to it or just not care. Hell, he'd recently pierced under his eye only to take it out a few months later because he was bored with the look of it and this morning had been filled with talk of him redying his hair blue now that it had grown out.

"Really though if I don't dye the roots do you think it will still look good? Here, have a bite of this." He held a spoonful of Bingsu out so you could try it.

"Mmm, oh my god," you mumbled around the mouthful of fruit and shaved ice. The different flavors were a perfect match to one another and completely different to the matcha and chocolate you had chosen.

"Here, bite." You gave him a spoonful of yours before speaking again.

"If you want my honest opinion I think as long as you wear it with confidence anything looks good on you. Even that God awful blonde with the orange bang clip you wore in college. You looked like a banana but a very cute banana. I also think the fact you're dying your own hair is going to drive Jackson and Sooran nuts so I say go for it."

He seemed to think about it for a while and after finishing off a strawberry at the bottom of the Bingsu he finally came to a decision.

"Will you help me after this then?"

"Yeah sure."

Sunday unlike the day before had been spent alone staring at your phone as it rang and wondering if you should just bite the bullet and answer Jin. Maybe you'd cry. Maybe you'd yell at him and demand for the answers to why or what you weren't sure. Maybe you'd be cruel and make up fallacies about how JB was ten times better in every way so that he could feel the hurt and inadequacy you'd felt this entire time. In the end you'd done none of those things. You chose to cry on your own and stare listlessly at the phone hoping to some God it would just die so you didn't have to hear it anymore.

You'd foolishly been drinking in the feeling of being around JB and thought maybe you were getting past the whole Seokjin thing, but when faced with your own thoughts and the reality that two days couldn't mend three years going to waste you just felt stupid... and sad. Why didn't he just give up? Clearly he was still seeing Hyeji. He couldn't honestly think continuously calling was going to do anything. Could he? You were contemplating this when a loud and very insistent knocking rattled your door.

"Y/n. Open up please," Jin's voice called despairingly on the other side of the door you didn't answer, but you waited by the door holding your breath and wondering what he'd do. You watched out of the little peep hole where he paced then raised his arm up like he'd knock again in the end deciding against it and walking away. You slumped down to the floor feeling a familiar friend bump up against the side of your arm. Gureum.

"I know buddy. He left us both, but we still have each other and we don't need that stinky man. Isn't that right Gureumie." You started cooing at him and he purred loudly nuzzling into the ear scritches and batting at your hand every time you tried to stop petting him.

Monday came and your head was pounding when the alarm went off. You groaned rolling out of the bed and shuffling your feet a little to get them to fit into the slippers they’d landed on top of when you stood up. You walked over to the closet and rubbed at your eyes looking through the different colors and styles of clothes wondering which you should wear. Something comfortable and neutral that didn’t really take much thought, or something eye catching that would show everyone that you were fine.

You thought you were past the facades and the lying and that you really were almost fine before yesterday. Something about just having Seokjin at your door and acting like he still loved you was different from all the phone calls and texts in the world. Probably the fact you couldn’t delete a person. Couldn’t ignore a voice that was attached to a person and not a machine. Couldn’t escape the words shouted at you through your apartment door. It was like having the place that was supposed to be a haven away from the outside world turn into a cage that trapped you in all of your insecurities and Jin was the one who locked you in. Your phone let out a small chime and you hesitated before turning around to grab it letting out a sigh of relief when you saw whose name was lighting up on your lockscreen.

You threw your phone back on the bed and went back to your closet flipping through hangars until your hands landed on a two piece black dress and a wrap asymmetrical blazer combination with ruched 3 / 4 length sleeves and gold button details on the left shoulder and slanting diagonally across the abdomen to seal it closed. It was one of your newest creations and one you hadn’t shown anyone yet. You slipped the dress on and buttoned the blazer in place pairing it with a pair of black ankle boots with gold buckle accents to match.

True to his word Jaebeom was knocking on your door right at seven and you were fixing your hair and makeup into place. You went to open the door a few moments later and noticed Jasmine loitering around outside talking with him. His back was turned full focus on whatever conversation they’d been having. You hoped it was about work and not about yesterday. You honestly didn’t know if Jasmine even knew about what happened yesterday hopefully she’d been out.

“-Yeah, no JB I didn’t even know he ca- Wow.” Jasmine stopped mid sentence and JB immediately turned around. For a moment your breath caught in your throat. Jaebeom’s eyes had started from the top of your head roaming all down your body to the sensible boots at the bottom and back up until they met your eyes the two of you stayed like that for a minute. JB looked like he wanted to say something but he also seemed just as speechless as you were.

“New dress?” Jasmine saved you both from the awkward silence. You’d honestly forgotten for a moment she was standing there but you turned to her and smiled, trance broken.

“Yeah I finished it last month. Been sitting in my closet ever since. I was going to give it to Hye- one of the models, but I think I’m going to keep it.” You gave a slow turn and she whistled and nodded in approval.

“Looks better on you anyway. Right JB?” Jasmine said.

“What? Oh. Yeah. She looks… I mean you look stunning, Y/n” He said and smiled.

“Aren’t you glad you went on that date Friday now?” Jasmine taunted both of you and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up. Let’s just get out of here before we’re late for work,” you chastised.

The ride to work was quiet. Music playing over the radio and you lost in your own thoughts about everything, yesterday, this morning, what was going to happen at work when you got there. You may not have shown this exact dress to anyone but Hyeji had seen the design sketches before you’d started on it and mentioned that she’d love to wear it when it was made. Maybe that was why you’d chosen it. You knew she’d wanted the dress and after hearing what JB had to say about everything she’d done you’d decided that being petty in some small way was more than deserved. Maybe, though, you’d worn the dress for the look on Jaebeom’s face when he’d turned around this morning. He’d looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Then he looked at you like he’d give anything for Jasmine to get lost and the two of you to be late for work… extremely late.

“You ready for this?” JB asked as he pulled the car into his space in the parking deck drawing you out of your thoughts which had strayed to the idea of what the two of you would be doing if you had decided to just let Jasmine go and be late.

“I think so. Are you?”

Now that it was here you were second guessing if what you and JB had decided on wasn’t completely crazy and if you should just call it off but he scooped your hand in his and kissed the back of it smoothing off the chapstick imprint with his thumb.

“Come on,” He said letting go of your hand only to come around and open your door. You had to go outside and around to the front of the building to get in and when you got past the revolving door he settled in beside you with an arm over your shoulder like it was perfectly natural to be there.

“Hey Y/n, JB how was your weekend?” Bambam had walked up and was already carrying a tablet which meant he was about to get to business talk after the pleasantries.

“It was ok. What you got? Ad campaign or something that needs an audio overlay?” you asked, holding your hand out for the tablet.

“Audio.”

“And that would be you.” You passed the tablet to JB.

“You trying to get rid of me already?” He took it and hit play on the video that Bambam and his team had made and you could already see the gears turning and hear him humming a little of a few different songs. It was incredibly endearing and you could feel yourself smiling as the three of you walked towards the elevator that would take you to your respective floors.

“Y/n!” You looked up from where you were waiting for the doors to open and saw Jin walking in with Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon.

“I’m just gonna take the stairs.” You started to walk off but JB caught your hand.

“It’s okay. We talked about this, trust me,” He whispered into your ear. He was right. The two of you had talked about it. How it was going to be hard to face Jin and the others today as your hands had washed through his hair and soaked the dye into it. Your fingers were still a little blue around the cuticles but his hair looked great. You thought back to how much fun Friday and Saturday had been and took a deep breath. He promised to stick this out with you. The least you could do now was what you promised. You nodded.

“Y/n can I talk to you.”

“Why don’t you go talk to Hyeji instead.” Bambam muttered.

“I’m sorry, is there a problem here?” Jin snapped.

“Yes Seokjin there is.” about that time the elevator dinged and opened up.

“Bambam,” You shook your head and he gave you a look like, ``Are you serious?” and you nodded. Your hand was still being held by JB’s and you had noticed him squeeze it once or twice in solidarity but he hadn’t said anything. He looked like he wanted to though. He looked like he wanted to push Jin out of the elevator to when he’d climbed on. Namjoon was off first as he worked on the accounting floor. Taehyung was off next shooting conflicted looks to both you and Seokjin but he shook his head and let out a sigh before stepping out. Jimin would be riding all the way up with you and Jin unless Jin kicked him off with JB and BamBam who were going to the media floor. You half thought of getting off with the two of them yourself and making some excuse like the video they were working on was for one of your photo shoots, but you couldn’t do that either.

When it hit JB and Bambam’s floor Bambam shoved his way out of the back annoyed and looked to JB.

“I’ll see you in the studio, okay? Deadline is at eleven.”

“I already figured out the track we just need to overlay it so it will be done way before that. I’ll see you at lunch, beautiful.” He turned to face you hooking the elevator door with his foot so it wouldn’t close and kissed you on the cheek. You nodded and reluctantly let go of his hand. As the door shut you could hear Bambam speaking to JB.

“Why didn’t you-” the doors cut the sound off and it stayed quiet for a moment. Jin was the first to break the silence.

“Hyeji told me she saw you at the apartments the other day.”

“Hyeji should learn to keep out of things.” You replied.

“That’s not fair. The two of you were friends.”

“Were friends Jin. Then she reminded me why you don’t befriend just anyone in this industry.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think I’ll let you ask her.” The elevator door dinged open on your floor and you stepped off. Jin followed grabbing you by the arm.

“Seokjin let me go.”

“No. You have been avoiding me for weeks. We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk, Jin. Not yet. Can you please just go now?” You tried to wrench your arm loose, but he still had a grip on it.

“Let her go and go back to your floor right now or I swear I will file workplace harassment.” Jasmine came over followed quickly by Mark, Jungkook and a few of the other staff. Jungkook put a hand on Seokjin’s arm and Jin seemed to visibly blink out of the anger and frustration he had before looking at his hand like it belonged to someone else then up to your eyes.

“Shit, Y/N I’m sorry.” He let go and went to the elevator hitting the button so he could leave.

“Are you okay?” Jasmine wrapped an arm around your shoulders and tears leaked out of your eyes. Your breathing hitched and you shook your head.

“No. No Jazzie I’m not.”

#fake dating au #Social media au #jb got7 #Sorry for the late update #hope this is ok

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cloudfiveclub · 5 years

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age is just a number ➵ z.d.j.

Summary ; Zabdiel’s always had a thing for older women.

Warning(s) ; swearing

Word Count ; 2.2k+

Author’s Note ; hey everyone! this is the first part of a collab series @dimelomamii and I have written together. pretty basic of a plot with cliches, but hopefully you guys enjoy it! let us know your thoughts and if you’d like to see a continuation x

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disclaimer | these are only based on my own opinions and imagination and are purely fictitious, as such they in no way accurate or true

When the hell is this meeting going to end?

You had been stuck in this meeting for about three hours discussing the designs for a skyscraper your company got commissioned for another in Shanghai. You loved your job, but this project was just so boring. Your boss was just droning on and on about all the unimportant stuff, and the details that were crucial were not being discussed. You had tried bringing it up a few times, but it seemed like nobody was quite interested in that just yet.

“Alright everyone, we will pick up where we left off tomorrow,” your boss finally concluded. You sighed quietly in relief, gathering my materials and making a beeline for the elevator, dodging attempts at conversation from your coworkers as politely as you could. You packed up your stuff at your desk, before exiting the building, making your way to the train station nearby. It was the evening rush hour, and the subway was jammed pack with people all eagerly rushing to get home.

Along the way, you came across a poster of that one boy band your younger sister, Camila was in love with. CNCO, they were called. You didn’t know them very well, you just knew they were talented and attractive. Camila, on the other hand, was ready to die for them. She’d emphasised that fact on numerous occasions; swooning over their “ridiculously good looks”, more particularly the one with a curly mop of black hair who always wore a bandana. Joseph or Jacob or something.

Still, while you weren’t a huge fan, Camila still was, which was why you had taken the liberty of getting VIP tickets for the both of you for their concert in the city the following month. Lucky for her too it lined up right on her 19th birthday. You still remembered the absolute joy on her face when you told her she was actually going to get a chance to meet the “loves of her life”. She’d screamed at the top of her lungs, immediately pulling you into a crushing hug. She claimed you were the “best sister ever”, in which you responded that she didn’t have a choice on that seeing that you were her only sister. Nothing made you happier than seeing her happy.

You weren’t going to admit it out loud, but you were pretty excited to meet them too, even if you didn’t particularly like them as much as most of the other girls. You’d seen some interviews, and listened to a few of their songs, and they seemed like great, talented boys. You really were looking forward to meeting them, but for now, there were more important things to take care of.

Like that boring project.

“Just go straight to your left and you will find the room with a sign that says meet and greet and just join the queue,” the guard informs the both of you as he scans your tickets. You thanked him, and Camila and you make your way inside. She was practically buzzing with joy, excitement evident in her large eyes.

“God, I know I’ve said this a million times by thank you so much, Jen,” Camila said to you once again. Her hand gripped your arm tightly, squeezing in gratefulness, and over-excitement. “You’re seriously the best sister anyone could ask for.”

“I know,” you responded, laughing lightly.

You reached the designated room backstage, and you were immediately struck by how chattery everyone was. Girls of all ages were abuzz with excitement and talking to one another, whether or not they personally knew each other or not. You could barely remember the last time you’d seen so many fangirls in one place. This was a young people thing, you’d told yourself. You remembered coming for meet and greets and going to concerts when you were younger, but you were a grown working adult now, you barely had the time.

“I’m really nervous Jen, what will they think of me?” Camila blabbered nervously. She ran her hand through her hair in attempt to make herself look better, although she already looked perfectly fine. “Do I look ok?” she asked, turning to face you.

“You look great and don’t worry, they will love you. Just be yourself, but don’t jump onto what’s-his-name. Bandana guy. Give him some space, alright?” you tell her, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. You look back up, and screams sounded out suddenly as the boys came backstage. You swore you saw someone faint, but you couldn’t quite tell from all the chaos.

“Oh my god, look at Joel,” Camila practically squeals in your ear, grabbing onto your arm and shaking it vigorously. You wince when she yells, but you laugh her enthusiasm off. “Fucking hell, he looks better in person,” she adds on, fanning herself dramatically with her other hand. You snort, rolling your eyes at her reaction. He was kind of cute, you figured.

Security calms everyone down as best as they could; slightly redundant but still a solid effort before they started the meet and greets. The two of you wait in line patiently - well, you did, you couldn’t say the same about Camila - until security motions you to pass through a curtain that leads to the stage where the boys were standing and talking to one another.

Grace and composure, you’d reminded Camila, but that piece of advice seemed to fly out of her head as she skipped over to Bandana guy and pulled him into an eager hug without so much of a “hello”. Or “hola”, since they were latino.

You trailed behind her, greeting them as Camila moved on to the other members to do her round of hugging and fangirling. Standing next to Bandana guy was a particularly tall member. She wrapped her arms around him and he returned the hug warmly, and when he looked back up to say hello to you, you swore he did a double take.

“Hola,” he greeted, his tone a little off. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, but gave him a friendly smile. You let Camila have them to herself, and you kept your eye on her to make sure she didn’t do anything particularly stupid or invasive. But in your peripheral vision, you could see the tall one eyeing you.

Damn, was he not going to take his eyes off of you? Was there something on your face? Did you put too much blush on by accident?

You glanced at him briefly, making eye contact awkwardly for a split second before you moved your gaze over to your sister again.

A little awkward... but at least he’s good looking.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you inwardly thanked the heavens for saving you from a mildly awkward situation and instead giving you something to do to make yourself seem preoccupied. You fish your phone out of your back pocket, opening up the lockscreen to see a new text from one of your coworkers regarding work. You typed a response to her, but as your fingers were moving across the keyboard, you started to get a feeling that someone was moving towards you.

You look back up, and realise it’s the tall one from earlier making his way towards you. You stood awkwardly in place as he approached you. He wasn’t that far away, but it seemed like he was taking forever to get to you. It was like some intense scene from a movie, and you couldn’t help the nerves that had started to creep up on you as he walked towards you.

When he finally reached you, he stood awfully close. Maybe even a little too close. He had an intense gaze, and you felt instantly vulnerable simply just by looking at him. He looked even taller up close too, and he towered over you intimidatingly.

“Uh... Hi?” you said, your tone making it sound more like a question rather than a friendly ‘hello’. “Can I help you?”

Zabdiel’s POV

“Perdona, sabes dónde está la tierra? Porque desde que te vi ando en las nubes,” I spoke as lowly as I could.

I noticed how a visible blush crept onto her face when I said that, and it definitely only fuelled my ego. It must have worked. Not one of my best pick-up lines, but if it made her blush, it means it really wasn’t that bad.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and had quite a nice looking rack going on in front. I let my eyes rake down the length of her body quickly, slow enough that she noticed it but fast enough to seem like I was merely doing a quick once over of her. I didn’t want to seem like such a creep.

She mustered up a pretty smile, though I did get a feeling she was midly uncomfortable. “I don’t really know you guys, sorry, aha,” she told me, her tone still light. “My sister’s the bigger fan,” she added, gesturing to the other girl. I looked over, and saw her sister almost draped across Joel, but still simultaneously talking to Richard and Chris. I had to hold in a laugh. Joel was always one of the more popular ones amongst the fans.

“Uh- what’s your name, by the way? And how old are you?” She asked me.

I stuck out my hand, prompting her to shake it. Her hand was small and smooth against mine, and the differences in our palm size almost had me distracted for a second.

“Zabdiel, 21. You are?”

“Jennifer and I’m-”

But before she could finish her introduction, the security guards had started guiding both her and her sister away, an indicator that their time was pretty much up and had to leave. My heart skipped a beat, panicking momentarily when I realised I only knew her by name and physical looks, and didn’t have a number or anything. I didn’t have time to ask for any of that, but thankfully her sister delayed their leave for a little.

“Wait! I didn’t get a picture!” She exclaimed. She handed her phone over to a guard, and pulled both me and Jennifer into the frame quickly, pushing Jennifer between me and Richard while she stood between Joel and Chris. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer, and put on a grin like always.

“I’d love if I could have your number, cariña,” I whispered to her quietly through clenched teeth while the guard snapped a few shots. “I’d like to get to know you more.”

“No offense, but I’m not that interested,” she whispered back. My heart dropped a little when she said that, shoulders slumping slightly. Disappointing, but I wasn’t going to pass up on an opportunity to get to know a pretty girl that easily.

“Can I at least have your Instagram?” I murmured, stepping away as the guard gave a thumbs up, indicating the picture had been taken. She looks at me skeptically for a few moments, before she nods. She gives me her user, and I fish my phone out of my pocket hurriedly to type it in and find it. It was private, so I sent in a request, but before I could thank her properly, she and her sister were ushered away.

“Gracias mamita, enjoy the show!” I shouted after her anyway.

Jennifer’s POV

Goddamn, you still had zero idea what happened.

You still couldn’t quite believe your luck; having a man as attractive as that ask for your number?

Zabdiel, his name was, was performing on stage with the rest of his bandmates. And you were pretty much salivating. He was a guy who knew how to move those hips, and you didn’t understand how he could feel zero shame doing something as sinful as grinding into the air like that. It was ridiculous. Guys your age were nowhere near as good looking as him.

You blushed furiously when his eyes met yours, and his left eye dropped into a wink. The few girls directly in front and behind you went wild instantly, and you knew they were screaming because every one of them thought he had winked at them. But you knew it was directed at you. His hand moved down towards his crotch for a brief second, and he grinded against his hand and you didn’t know if it was possible, but all the girls around you screamed louder.

You could barely take your eyes off of him the entirety of the show, completely in awe and starstruck even though you weren’t a fan. Well, you were definitely one now.

The time went by way too quickly for your liking, and before you knew it, you were back home after dropping your sister at your mother’s place. You were still in a daze from what had happened, and all of Camila’s swooning and rambling went in one ear and out the other the whole car ride.

Jesus, you didn’t even have sex with him, Jen, all he did was hump the air and you’re already dying.

You huffed as you threw your keys into the dish on the table, ready to collapse into bed after such an eventful day, but before you could do anything else, you got a notification from instagram.

You opened it up, and it brought you to the ‘requests’ section in your DMs. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw who it was from. Zabdiel.

#cnco imagines #cnco #cnco fanfic #cnco imagine #cnco x reader #zabdiel de jesus #joel pimentel #richard camacho #erick colon #erick brian colon #christopher velez #zabdiel de jesus x reader #zabdiel de jesus imagines #zabdiel de jesus imagine

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allisquish · 6 years

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stargazer chapter 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

I just really enjoy trying to write Goldblum’s dialog, okay? He speaks so! Also more dancing around with bush with Yondu bc no one knows how to people. (There’s italics everywhere, I like italics)

Admittedly, there’s not much you actually know about implants. Some aliens seem to have them, with some races it’s more prevalent than others, and some just don’t. However, implants are a technology and if anyone trapped in this forsaken tower wants a piece of tech repaired, there’s only one person to ask.

Kameca.

You’re very happy with this news that the Xandarian girl has brought you; Kameca has agreed to meet with the Ravager and you. It’ll cost you, there’s always a steep price with this kind of thing, but it should be worth it. You don’t know what exactly Yondu’s implant is for; but judging by the implants you have seen in the past on Sakaar? It may be vital to survival.

“Whatchu talkin’ about, girl?” The Centaurian demands, reaching for the note in your hands. You let him take it, bouncing on the balls of your feet. There was going to be so much to plan. You’d have to be sneaky- can’t have others knowing what you both are up to.

“You think this person can fix mah fin?” Yondu asks, his eyes hard as he looks at you. There’s a vulnerability in them that he’s trying to mask, but you catch it. Huh. That’s… not what you expected from a space pirate. Then again, you didn’t really have much to go on. He certainly doesn’t act like a Captain Harlock or Han Solo.

Then again, maybe Yondu could give Solo a run for his money.

“Well, I hope so,” You reply, turning to the mess in your room. You need pen and paper, something to plan out this meeting to the finest detail. “She’s smart, and she’s got delicate fingers.” You start grabbing things off the floor, trying to put them away as you look.

“Look, girlie, I don’t need anyone tryin’ to mess wit’ it if they don’t know what they’re doin’.”

“Oh, no, believe me she does,” You pause, putting dresses back into the wardrobe, “Kameca’s race is tech-based. She never needs to see blueprints or anything. Sometimes all she needs is a good look or a touch and she can fix whatever you bring her.”

“Sounds too good to be true.” He grumbles, perching himself back on your bed.

“Yeeeeah,” You drag the sound out, sighing, “She tends to have pretty high prices.”

“Like what?”

“I mean, I haven’t had to deal with her directly,” You explain, putting the drawers back into the dresser, “But I went with Ruelyz to see her before. She had found a broken piece of tech from her homeworld, and Kameca had it fixed up in no time.”

“And wha’ did she want in return?”

“A pint of blood.” Yondu’s head snapped up, looking at you with wide eyes and furrowed brows. You know you must look just as disgusted as he is, “She, uh, Kameca said it made for good seasoning.” Before you can even blink, Yondu is across the room, grabbing hold of your wrist.

“I ain’t havin’ anyone like that anywhere near mah head, got that, girlie?” A powerful rage radiates from his whole being. You can see it and feel it; his muscles are bunched and tense, poised for fight or flight, yet the touch on your wrist is kept loose. Like he’s trying to hold back.

You hold both hands up, attempting to appease, “Okay, so we won’t go to her if you don’t want too. Do you know how to fix your… fin?”

He lets go, and steps back. Crossing his arms, Yondu smirks down at you. His crooked teeth actually glint in the light, “Why as a matter a fact, yes I do.”

You finally spy an old composition notebook on the floor. Snatching it and a pen, you hand both to Yondu. “Make a list, or whatever, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Which he does, fairly quickly, and then hands to you.

“…Dude, I can’t read this.” You look up at him, a frown tugging your lips down. Whatever they had done to you when you first arrived on Sakaar that allows you to understand all the languages of the various races here, do not include being able to read them. It wasn’t something you ever really need to do, so you tend to kinda… forget it.

Yondu heaves a large sigh, his eyes narrow and his lips pulled down. For a very blue, very alien individual, his face is certainly incredibly expressive. Very humanly expressive.

While you’re trying to shake those thoughts, Yondu turns to the low table and settles himself there. He scribbles something into the notebook, and you wait a beat, trying to see what it is. After about 5 minutes of waiting, he’s still working on whatever it is. Bored, you turn back to the mess of your room and work on finishing straightening it up.

“C’m’re, girl,” He waves you over just as you’re finishing cleaning his mess. You roll your eyes, biting back grumbles. Were all space captains like this?

You settled next to him on the floor, glancing at the paper spread across the table. They were definitely blue prints, the layout and schematics very similar to some of the things your aunt would bring home from work, but again, you could only make out so much. None of your classes were actually in engineering.

“What’s it do?” You ask, moving to your knees to get a better look at everything, “Your implant?”

“A couple of things.” Yondu turns, his chest facing you, “Ya ever met a Centaurian before?”

“Nah,” You shake your head, “Why?”

“If I can find my arrow, this’ll help control it.”

“Arrow?”

He nods, “A yaka arrow…”

You chew your lip, thinking, “I… I don’t remember an arrow or anything when 142 brought you in…”

A strange sound leaves his mouth, something between a snort and a heavy sigh, “Ain’t that just typical.” He shuffles the papers about, and pulls out a different blue print than the others. It looks like a handheld radar, or a cross between the original Star Trek comm units and the ones they used in Galaxy Quest.

“What’s that?”

“Something that should help get us outta here.”

“Rad.” A smile bursts across your face as you look back at the Ravager, “Whatcha need?”

As it turned out, there was a number of things Yondu needs to craft the thing. Most of it sounds like nonsense, but you make sure to write a list down for yourself, and ask for an explanation about what each component does. About halfway through the never-ending list, you turn to the Centaurian and ask, “Are you sure you don’t wanna just go meet with Kameca?”

The look he leveled on you quickly shut down any more of those thoughts.

Later, as you’re searching through the closet for another pen, Yondu asks you, “Who’s the kid?” You look at him, lost, until he points to the phone in your hand.

“Oh! Um, it’s my cousin, Lily,” You show him the picture on your lockscreen, “I was watching her so my aunt could teach classes.” You study the picture, full of melancholy, before the screen goes dark. Sighing, you put the cell phone away.

“Cute kid.”

“Yeah, she’s a real good kid too,” You sigh again, “I miss her.” There’s a beat of silence between you. Handing a working pen to Yondu, you try to resurrect the conversation, “You, um, d’you have anyone you’re… missing?” You wince at the question. It’s not the most eloquent thing to ever leave your lips and it wasn’t the worst, but the awkwardness was undeniable. “Or whatever.”

Yondu snorts, taking the pen, “Yeah, I got my boys.”

“Your… boys?” You stumble over the word, not sure of what the actual context might be. Yondu certainly looks old enough to be a dad, but it’s very hard to tell with aliens. The Grandmaster claims to be millennia old, and despite the fact that Scrapper 142 looks only a little older than you, you always get the feeling she’s seen far more than any human could in one lifetime.

Yondu hums in response, his attention back to the paper scattered about.

“So, uh, what’re they like? Your boys?” Your curiosity is desperate for context.

“Little shits, the both o’ ‘em.” An extremely unflattering snort escapes you, followed by a rather ugly giggling fit. It wasn’t an answer you expected, and his face was so perfectly blank as he said it, but man is that a universal truth.

“You’re so right!” You manage to force out between giggles “Kids can be so terrible.”

A smile breaks across his face, something soft and genuine and. Oh. Oh.

It’s a nice smile. A very nice smile.

A knock sounds at your door, and it with a wave of relief that you go to answer it. Willing your face to cool, you open the door. Ruelyz is standing on the other side.

“Good evening, Storyteller,” The pink woman bows gracefully, “I hope I am not intruding?”

As soon as you see her, you immediately stand straighter, squaring your shoulders. “Of course not. How may I be of assistance?” You can tell from the schooled expression that she sports, whatever she says next is not going to be pleasant.

“The Grandmaster has requested your presence in his chambers.”

“I was under the impression that he had granted me this evening to myself and my guest.” There’s no words for the annoyance you feel. Didn’t she tell you this morning you were given days to this “project”? You can hear Yondu moving behind you.

“The Grandmaster claims that he cannot sleep tonight without one of your tales. I was sent to fetch you.”

“I see. Give me one moment, please.” She inclines her head in agreement, and you gently shut the door. Taking a good step back from it, you let out a quick exclaim, “Shit!” and move about your room in a flurry of movement.

“What’s got your underwears in a bunch, girlie?”

“You!” You turn and point at the Ravager, a wild look in your eye. In your other hand is a clean dress and your hairbrush, “I have to go tell a shitty bedtime story- don’t know how long it’ll take- I just-“ You run a hand through your hair, “Just. Like. Don’t do anything that’ll get you in trouble? I don’t even know if you can leave this room…”

The controllers in the necks of the Grandmaster’s people are essentially shock collars and there are so many invisible fences in his tower…

Ruelyz knocks on your door again, “Storyteller?”

“Shit!”

“Look, I promise on the flame I wears, I ain’t gonna do anything stupid.” He stands, touching the emblem on his jacket. You can tell Yondu’s only humoring you, but man, it calms you down. Even if it’s really only a little. You turn away, dashing into the small washroom connected to yours. Quickly, you change your dress and run the brush through your hair.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can,” You tell Yondu, unsure of what else needs to be said. He just shrugs, and turns back to his clutter on the table, dismissing you.

It’s a little maddening.

Ruelyz knocks on the door again.

You step out, doing your best to appear as if floating. You put on your best ‘murder face’ and being your best ‘murder’ walk as you trail behind the other woman.

The Grandmaster is already settled into his great, plush bed and he looks a cross between weary and angry. The white pillows and blankets seem to swallow his whole body; the alien lord is just a dark blimp on a white cloud, in his blue and red bed clothes and eye mask pushed high on his forehead. There’s no smile, even as you enter the room.

“I can’t sleep.” He pouts, turning large brown eyes to you.

“I am very sorry to hear this, Master.” You step close to the bed. By his vanity is a man and woman, in various stages of undress. Apparently a bedtime story wasn’t the first thing he tried. The Grandmaster waves them away. “Shall I tell you a story?” You ask, keeping your back to them.

“Oh goodness, please yes!” The relief is strong in his soft voice.

“Well then-“

“Do you have any about your new friend yet?”

You bite back a grimace. You were afraid of this.

“Not yet, Master. It’s only been a day, and my… guest has been recuperating.”

“And here I was hoping for something new.”

“There are still many other tales I can spin for you, if you’d like,” You plaster a large smile on your lips, taking another step closer, “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about unicorns.”

This grabs his interest, “Unicorns?”

“Yes. One of my favorites is about the last unicorn, who lived all alone in a lilac wood.”

There’s a moment of indecision on his face before, “No. I want to hear about the Centaurian,” He looks at you, “It’s, uh, been such a long time since I’ve seen one of them, you know.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, yes. D’you know,” He sits up on his elbows, “That they’re a race of empaths? Or, empaths are common among them, I forget precisely. Uh they can, they can pick up on any surface emotions?”

“Oh. That is pretty interesting.” You try to image Yondu as an empath, but draw a blank. You’ve only known the Ravager for a day, and you can’t say you’ve met an alien empath before. What they’re like, you don’t know. Would a Ravager be interested in the emotions of those around them? Would you be, if you were a pirate, a theif? “D… Would you like to hear a story about empaths?”

“They’re a very interesting people, Centaurians are,” The Grandmaster continues, ignoring you completely, “They, the Centaurians, have a fin, a crest on their heads,” He motions across his own, in the same place where your new friend has his busted implant, “That is integral to them. It’s, uh, it’s important to their connection to one another.”

Well, at least you’re getting some questions answered. Questions you didn’t know you had,and now you definitely have more, and it’s a little worrying that the Grandmaster seems stuck on the subject and won’t. Stop. Talking.

“And gosh, they can be some great fighters. It’s been a very very long time since I’ve seen one in actual combat…”

“A crest you say?” You force a gasp, your heart speeding up, “That’s so similar to our tales of harpys on Terra!” It’s a lie. It’s such a lie, but the sooner you can get him to shut up and go to sleep the better.

“What’s a harpy?” The Grandmaster blinks owlishly at you, thoroughly derailed.

“It’s a creature of myth,” You begin, leaning close. Your voice lowers to a whisper, “They’re said to watch over souls in the Underworld…”

It takes probably about half an hour, but you get the Grandmaster to sleep. You’ve woven a tale of epic Grecian proportions, and hope the tale of harpys and heroes will be enough for him to forget that “Centaurians are great fighters”.

Yondu has to stay out of the Contest for as long as possible. Longer. The minute he gets sent to fight, that’s when you’ll lose your only ticket off this rock. Your only ticket home.

Hell, you’d sooner go fight in the Contest than let him go. At least then you’d maybe get a quick death.

“Just get back home.” You murmur under your breath as you leave the opulent rooms. You had a goal in sight, a goal to focus on; get Yondu what he needs, get off this planet, go home. A three step, hopeful plan. It had to work. It had to.

Yondu’s lounging in your bed by the time you get back to your rooms. The papers and notebook is missing from the table. You assume he’s hidden them away somewhere. But you’re ticked that he’s just. Laying in your bed. Duster, jacket and shirt mysteriously missing, leaving the blue alien very much half naked on your bed. With his hands resting behind his head, like it’s no big deal. Like he’s been waiting for you.

You say nothing, but level the best, angriest glare you can. You grab bed clothes from your closet, heading to your washroom. He is, of course, still laying there when you walk back in.

It’s a nice chest. Very solid, with good muscle structure. It’s probably very good for cuddling, even with the crisscross of scars across his torso and why were you even thinking that?

“What’re you doing?” The words are snappish. You’re exhausted and just want to sleep, but there is a strange blue alien pirate commandeering your whole bed. He moves only enough to pat the tiniest sliver of space next to him.

“Why don’tcha bring yaself over ‘ere and join me?”

You reply, flatly, “No thanks, dude.” Instead, you drag out the extra blanket from the closet and flop down into your armchair. Masterfully ignoring the admittedly kinda attractive person on your bed.

What in the galaxy is wrong with the alien men in your life?

#my fic #my writing #yondu x reader #yondu udonta x reader #my fic: stargazer #i promise there is a plot and it is moving forward promise promise promise

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