#the camera pans to his hand on the wall and then in that same shot they 'switch' the girl under him

[taevbears]

Movie Night

When horror movies don't scare you anymore, your boyfriend wants to figure out what you are afraid of.

⤑ pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader (feat. the Daegu boys) ⤑ genre: horror, mystery, suspense, one-shot ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.1k ⤑ warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, depictions of kidnapping, torture, and multiple murders, hidden camera, non-explicit sex, a bit of angst, open ending. this fic gets pretty dark, so please be cautious of the warnings! ⤑ note: happy halloween! this started as a little spooky shower thought i had a little over a month ago and became this lol. i love reading scary stories, but lmao, i feel like i'm not very good at writing them. thank you @angelicyoongie for assuring me that this isn't as terrible as i think it is. also please note that this is a work of fiction and i don't think IRL jungkook is like the character in this fic at all

“No, please! Don’t hurt me!”

The shadow of a muscular, male figure looms over the female protagonist. His breaths are heavy from chasing her around, barely visible against the chilly, October air. Finally, he has her cornered. He holds up a sharp knife in the air.

The woman trembles on the ground, sobbing and pleading for her life to be spared. Mascara runs down her cheeks, and a look of hopelessness and despair fills her eyes. She holds her hands in front of her in a feeble attempt to defend herself.

The camera pans away as the killer violently stabs the woman. Her terrifying screams of pain and anguish echoes from the TV screen as fake blood splatters on the wall.

Blue and white light bathes over you and your date in the dim living room. You try to suppress a long yawn with the back of your hand.

You’re so bored, you’re practically in tears.

“You didn’t like it?” Jungkook asks you, chuckling at your reaction.

“It didn’t scare me,” you admit sheepishly, hoping he doesn’t get the wrong idea.

You love horror movies. It’s what inspired you to become a film student. You love being on the edge of your seat from the thrill and suspense that the main character acts out. You love being genuinely shocked from unexpected twists and jump-scares. You love a good ghost story that haunts you long after the credits roll, or the paranoia of a similar terrifying incident happening to you.

But perhaps, over time, they’ve lost a bit of their magic.

Although the production of movies has become phenomenal in recent years, movies these days seem to rely too heavily on shock value and nostalgia. Once popular franchises are milking out their legacies to a newer audience. There are so many retellings of the same, old stories that you can already accurately predict what will happen before you reach the ending. Even some of the most climactic scenes of the movie are so over-the-top, they’re almost comical.

Honestly, it has nothing to do with your date or even the so-called horror movie itself. You just don’t scare as easily anymore.

Jungkook peers are you curiously, a boyish grin on his face. “Then, what are you scared of?”

“I don’t know. Probably nothing.”

“Yeah? That’s a bold statement.”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

Jungkook laughs. “You have to be scared of something.”

You throw the question back at him. “Then, what are you afraid of?”

He thinks about it, rubbing his chin in thought and pushing his tongue against the lip rings on his mouth. Then, he meets your gaze. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he smiles at you. “Hmm, I think I’d be scared to lose you.”

You find yourself smiling back at him.

“You’re so sweet, Kook,” you tell him, leaning over to kiss him.

Only recently, you and Jungkook started dating officially, and you really like him a lot. He’s very cute, funny, handsome, and perfect in many ways. Butterflies flutter in your stomach when you’re around him, and there’s still that exciting giddiness and eagerness of new love whenever he messages you or visits you in the evening.

In some ways, Jungkook is almost too good to be true.

Part of you wonders if there’s a catch.

But with his lips on yours, it’s easy to push that thought aside.

Credits roll on the screen as the movie comes to an end. His fingers glide up your thigh as yours tangle into his hair. The cool piercing on his lips presses against your bottom lip as he slips his tongue in your mouth, and a soft moan escapes you.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away and faces the TV. He uses the remote to tap out of the movie credits and browse through the list of recommended shows on your streaming service. Casually, trying to hide a teasing smirk, he asks, “How about we watch a different movie, then?”

You stare back at him, a bit stunned and flustered. But your own smile touches your lips.

“Or,” you suggest, grabbing his wrist to lower the remote. He turns away from the screen to look at you, eyes lingering on the sultry smile on your lips. “I know something else we can do instead.”

When you first saw Jungkook, you thought you were being catfished.

His selfie on the dating app included a slight head tilt, a pucker of his pierced lips, and a peace sign. Big, doe-shaped eyes stared back at you from your phone screen, and you noticed the tiny moles below his lip, on the tip of his nose, and on his cheek.

The second picture was of him and his brown doberman, affectionately named Bam. The picture was taken of them outside. One of his hands was holding a tennis ball and the other was gently touching the dog’s long ears. A small, fond smile tugged on your lips when you looked between them and realized that they kind of looked alike.

The third picture was him at the gym. It was a back-shot where he was using the equipment. Broad shoulders, buff arms and back, a tiny waist. You stared way too long at his strong muscles and the ink on his arm before you finally swiped right.

Turned out, much to your surprise, he liked your pictures too. The two of you were a match.

And it wasn’t long until he sent his first message to you. In your inbox, a simple: “hey :)”

On your first date, the two of you agreed to meet at a very public, very crowded bistro. You stood nervously by the building, dressed nice for the occasion. And in case anything went wrong or if this Jungkook guy wasn’t who you expected him to be, you shared your location and had a “send help lol” message on standby for your bestie, Min Yoongi.

As you waited, scrolling through and jumping around different apps on your phone, you found yourself to be surprised yet again.

Someone who looked like the guy you’ve been chatting with called out your name. And soon, he was standing in front of you: big eyes, bigger muscles, tiny beauty marks on his face, colorful ink on his arm, a charming smile, and a simple, “Hey, I’m Jungkook.”

One date turned to a second date. Then, a third. And by the fourth date, as he laid in your bed that night and snuggled close to you, it finally started to sink in that Jungkook wasn’t some figment of your imagination.

He was real, and sweet, and seemed to really like you as well.

Jungkook, like you, had an interest in filming. He especially liked editing videos for his dance challenges, short clips, and a series he called “Golden Closet Film” on his channel. While you imagined yourself to be a big director, working in movie sets, and making scripts come to life with your vision, Jungkook told you he’d like to film a project where you’re the star.

“I don’t think I’m on-screen material,” you replied, amused by the idea. You’re not an actress. You don’t think you have the kind of beauty filmmakers seek out for their lead roles. Hell, if anything, Jungkook would be a better fit for an acting gig.

“You are,” he insisted, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. “To me, you’re perfect.”

You smiled at him then, your heart fluttering by his words. “You are to me, too.”

It was shortly after that conversation when you both decided to date each other exclusively. And it felt like the kind of romance you’d see in the movies. Picture perfect, a little corny at times, and a thrilling whirlwind of laughter, teasing remarks, and intimate touches.

“Am I who you thought I’d be?” Jungkook asks you the next morning after the movie-night bust, propping himself up on the side and peering down on you. His arm flexes, colorful ink decorating it, as the thick comforter wraps around his bare body.

“No,” you confessed, still a bit tired from last night. You keep your eyes closed as you quietly murmur, “You’re even better.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t need to open your eyes to see the pleased look on his face. As you feel him press his lips against your cheek, you ask, “What about me? Am I who you thought I’d be?”

Had you opened your eyes then, perhaps you would’ve seen it. The blank look on his face as he pulls away from you, how the light in his eyes suddenly seems to vanish, as if he isn’t really looking at you anymore.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you right away. When you open your eyes, you see him shaking his head. The same, sweet boyish smile appears on his lips.

“You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”

The topic about exes inevitably came up early on in your relationship with Jungkook. You’ve dated casually before. Even thought you’d be getting somewhere with some of the guys you were talking to.

But none of them quite compared to Kim Taehyung.

You were a film student. He was a photography major. The two of you were bound to end up in some of the same classes together in the art division.

To you, it was love at first sight. You fell for him so hard and so fast.

What started as bumping into each other at the library and helping each other with assignments led to making out at each other’s dorms with the text books left unopened. Coffee dates between classes became anniversary dinners at nice restaurants. He introduced you to his parents, and you proposed going on a romantic getaway together.

The day you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone else was when he snapped a photo of you looking out at the scenery during that weekend trip. It was just you and him, and a natural setting that looked straight out of a movie.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the picture through his camera. That day, he called you his muse.

And in return, you told him that you loved him.

When you fell for Taehyung, you fell hard and fast. Eventually, it occurred to you that Taehyung didn’t do the same.

Sure, he cared about you. Sure, he loved you. But while you heard wedding bells and dreamed about your future with him, Taehyung was just starting to put himself out there in the world. His art was being recognized, and he was getting booked to shoot at weddings, parties, and other big events every week.

Soon, the dates happened less frequently. The romantic gestures of bringing you flowers, surprising you on nice dates or small gifts, or even renting your favorite movies to watch together happened even less. He would promise that he’d make it to a party or an important event to you, just to let you down. And it felt like him giving you a bit of affection or attention was a chore.

Taehyung was the world to you, but the petty arguments and the distance that started growing between you two made it clear to you where his priorities were. And it wasn’t with you.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you had to do. Both of you knew it was coming. It was just a matter of who broke up with who first.

Just as Taehyung came into your life, quickly and effortlessly, he was gone. Nothing but bittersweet memories of what once was and what could have been weighed heavily on you for months.

What made it worse was that Taehyung, a man you loved with all your heart, had moved on from you so fast and so easily.

You saw him and his new girlfriend at a mutual friend’s party. You were warned that he’d be there, that he was already seeing someone. But it still hurt like hell to see him happy and in love with another person.

But if Taehyung could move on, so could you.

It felt weird at first, but you started to put yourself out there again. You joined dating apps. You went out with the people that fancied your interest. You met Jungkook.

And from there, everything was history.

With Jungkook, you started to think about Taehyung a lot less. The plaguing “what ifs” have quieted down, and the hurt from heartbreak began to heal. With Jungkook, you started to feel like yourself again: you started to smile more, laugh more loudly, enjoy watching movies again, became passionate about cinematic ideas you’d like to create one day.

With Jungkook, you’re also cautiously optimistic.

Because like Taehyung, you feel yourself falling hard and fast for Jungkook. It’s almost scary how truly perfect he is.

“I think you’re just psyching yourself out,” Yoongi tells you, sliding into the chair opposite of you with two cups of coffee in his hands. He smells like freshly-baked cookies. A spot of flour stains his apron as he uses his fifteen-minute break to hang out with you.

“Maybe,” you sigh, gratefully taking the drink he hands you. “What do you think about him?”

“Does my opinion even matter at this point? You’re in love with him,” he drawls before taking a sip of his Iced Americano.

“Of course it does, best friend. Why else would I keep you around?” you remark, taking a sip of your own drink. “Besides the free coffee and cookies. Thank you, by the way.”

He rolls his eyes. The perks of being friends with the cookie boy at your local bakery is a free cup of coffee and getting dibs on leftover treats that didn’t sell the day.

“He’s fine. Kind of annoying. A little too energetic,” he answers as his eyes flit toward the TV screen that his boss keeps on. A woman dressed in bright, business clothing holds a microphone as she reports on the recent news. There’s a grim look on her face.

You have your back turned to it, but you can hear Yoongi’s boss turning up the volume.

Breaking news. Missing woman found dead near home. The victim has succumbed to multiple stab wounds. It is believed that she has been kidnapped and tortured prior to her violent death. The attacker is currently unknown and still at large. Local authorities advise staying indoors and to please report any suspicious activity.

Your heart sinks as you look over your shoulder, seeing police taping off the crime scene and answering what they can to the news outlets. The location is so close to where you are.

“This is the second victim,” a customer mutters with a frown.

The person they’re with nods their head and asks, “Do you think they’re connected?”

“I don’t know. I hope not. We’ll have a serial killer in our hands.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls your attention. When you look at him, there’s concern on his face. “If you need a ride anywhere, make sure you call me. Doesn’t matter what time.”

“I’ll be okay, Yoongi. Jungkook usually comes to my place anyway.”

“Still. Just let me know that you’re still alive when I check in, all right?” he says as he stares at the screen. You don’t blame him for being worried. As you follow his gaze, you see a picture of the latest victim of the ongoing case that has the whole town on edge.

This woman, like the others, kind of looks like you.

“If you’re with me, you have nothing to worry about,” Jungkook assures you, throwing a tennis ball as Bam hurriedly chases after it. 

The two of you are at a park with his dobermann. Despite how scary it’s been lately with the news, it’s a nice day. Children are screaming and playing together on the playground as their parents watch them nearby. A group of teenage boys are playing basketball on the outdoor court. Middle-aged and elderly couples are paired up and are getting their daily steps in.

“My hero,” you joke half-heartedly, but you’re still a bit concerned. Yoongi being worried about you makes you feel paranoid.

Jungkook turns to you. He holds out his hand as Bam retrieves the ball and drops it for another throw. “I thought you weren't afraid of anything.”

“Movie-wise, I’m not. But this is different.”

Jungkook throws the slobbery ball again. Further this time as Bam barks happily and takes off. He takes a seat next to you on the park bench. “I can leave Bam with you when I have my evening shifts. He makes a good guard dog.”

He works as an editor and cameraman for a big content creator, which gives him lots of flexible hours to work on his projects when he isn’t busy filming. Since the beginning of autumn, his boss has been giving him evening work to film ghost-hunting videos and other spooky content for Halloween.

“That’ll be nice,” you reply with a small smile. The two of them have been coming to your place so often, it might as well be their second home.

From a short distance, Bam lies on the grass with the tennis ball by his paws. His tongue is out, needing a short break from running around, as he faces you and Jungkook. Even with other dogs and kids around, he’s very well-behaved.

Just as Jungkook tells you that he’ll get Bam, the sound of small, excited barks grab your attention. A familiar black and brown pomeranian approaches you like an old friend, wagging its tail and perking its ears up when it sees you.

Your heart nearly jumps when you recognize the dog.

“Tan!”

You know that voice. How could you not?

That deep, smooth baritone has haunted you for months.

Taehyung, your ex-boyfriend, stops in his tracks when he realizes why his pomeranian took off. The two of you were still together when he adopted Yeontan, and you were there to help raise him when he was still a puppy.

“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, drawing your attention back to him. He reaches out to pet Yeontan, but the pomeranian growls at him. Almost like he wants to protect you from him.

“Sorry, he’s mine,” Taehyung apologizes, stepping closer to you two and picking his dog up. He looks at you as he tries to soothe the agitated Yeontan in his arms. “It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

“Good,” you reply politely. Old feelings start to pull on your heart strings that you fervently try to ignore. “I’m good.”

“You look good,” Taehyung starts, but then he purses his lips in regret. It’s obvious that he’s nervous to talk to you. Maybe he feels the same as you.

Softly, you reply, “You do, too.”

“Who’s this?” Jungkook repeats. This time, there’s an annoyed look on his face as he stares at Taehyung. 

It puts you off a bit. Jungkook is usually a friendly guy.

“Oh, this is Taehyung. We used to date,” you tell him honestly. Though, the information seems to just annoy him more. “Taehyung, this is—”

“I’m Jungkook. She’s my girlfriend now.”

His arm snakes around you possessively. He holds a steady gaze, but it’s a look you’ve never seen on him before. Dark, threatening, and angry. It’s almost unnerving.

“I see…” Taehyung trails off as his gaze shifts toward him. Yeontan is still in his arms, growling and barking at Jungkook. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the pup so aggressive toward someone. Even Bam comes over, ditching his ball to guard over you and Jungkook.

“It was nice to see you, Taehyung,” you tell him, sensing the tension in the air and deciding to cut things off. He seems reluctant to leave.

“Yeah…” he continues to trail off, finally pulling his gaze away to look at you. It looks like there’s a million things he wants to say to you. In a lower tone, he tells you, “My number is still the same. If you ever want to talk.”

You frown. After the breakup, you’ve deleted his number and unfollowed him on social media. “Oh, I don’t—”

“Then I’ll call you,” he promises, firm with his decision.

You don’t get it. You and Taehyung have run into each other after the breakup before, and he’s never had an issue with you dating anyone after him. He clearly has moved on, and so have you. 

Why now?

What is it about Jungkook that has him worried for you?

“I don’t like that guy.”

Jungkook is still heated as he drives you home. His grip is tight around the steering wheel, and the tires screech when he makes a sharp turn. Bam stumbles a bit in the back before sticking his head out the window again.

“Slow down, Kook. You have nothing to be worried about.”

The radio blasts in the car, too much in a rush to connect his playlist to the stereo. It’s playing the week’s top music, and a catchy song from a popular artist fills the car.

Curious, you open your phone and check your followers. You’ve unfollowed Taehyung a long time ago on all your social platforms, finding it hard to look at any of his recent pictures – even just his scenic photography – without thinking about how he had once called you his muse.

But Taehyung never unfollowed you. He had always kept his inbox open for you.

“Did you see the way he was looking at me? It’s like he was looking down on me,” he continues to rant, speeding over a yellow light. He glances over at you and sees that you’re distracted with your phone. “I don’t like how you were looking at him either.”

“Are you serious?” you ask, turning your attention to him. “We barely talked. What the hell are you trying to insinuate?”

On the radio, the program is interrupted. One of the hosts makes a grim announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen, we just received unfortunate news that a third body has been found pertaining to a series of brutal deaths. 

“You still love him! You’ll go back and leave me again!” he suddenly snaps, throwing you off guard.

Silence follows the tension.

Then, you inquire, “Again?”

The third victim is a young female. Hair color and eye color match the previous victims as well, indicating that this might be a targeted attack by the killer.

Not once have you been unfaithful to Jungkook. Even when you were starting to message each other, you weren’t talking to anyone else. The two of you haven’t even been dating that long.

“Forget I said anything,” he starts with a frustrated sigh. But he realizes he’s fucked up.

“No, I’m not just going to forget it. What do you mean by that, Jungkook?”

As of now, authorities have no leads on a suspect. All victims have been kidnapped, tied up, and tortured prior to their deaths. We are led to believe that this is the work of a potential serial killer. 

He nearly slams to a stop. The seatbelt around you yanks you back from hitting the dashboard. Bam falls to the floor and you gasp as the back of your head hits your seat.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you, but for the first time, it feels like the rose-tinted glasses you have on him have fallen off. He’s always been perfect to you: sweet, athletic, talented, and kind. But the Jungkook before you is someone completely different.

This Jungkook scares you.

Stay inside. Lock your doors. Call the police if you see anything suspicious. Be safe out there, folks.

“I told you to forget about it, didn’t I?” he asks through gritted teeth and a harsh look in his eye.

You nod your head, hands trembling a bit as you hold onto your vibrating phone. The screen shows an unknown number trying to contact you.

“Is there a reason why your boyfriend called me?” Yoongi asks you from the other line. He has you on face-time, awkwardly propping up the camera to show his elbow as he mixes a batch of cookies.

It’s been about a week since you saw Jungkook.

After he dropped you off at home, he wanted to put it all behind him. He kissed you sweetly and murmured apologies for overreacting as his hands slipped under your shirt. But you sent him home before he could convince you to sleep with him. You were still upset about how hostile he was toward Taehyung, his accusations about you, and what his outburst meant.

That hasn’t stopped him from trying to get back to your good graces, though.

The number of missed calls from him keeps increasing by the hour. Ones that you leave unanswered or send straight to your voicemail. 

You don’t want to talk to him.

At your door, you hear him rapping his knuckles against the wooden frame and insistently ringing at your doorbell. From the other side of the door, he begs for a chance to explain. 

You don’t want to see him.

Clearly, after reaching you directly hasn’t worked, he’s starting to contact your friends.

“He’s probably trying to find me,” you tell Yoongi, poking at a bowl of fresh strawberries. You’re still dressed in your pajamas, sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter.

The sound of a small dog can be heard in the background of your line. It dawns on him that you’re not at your place or Jungkook’s.

Yoongi is silent for a moment. Then, he grabs the phone and asks, “What do you mean? Where are you?”

You don’t feel safe in your own home. And that day, while you were in Jungkook’s car, Taehyung called to check up on you. He was always good at reading people, and he warned you that he had a bad vibe about Jungkook.

And you’re starting to see what he meant.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

When you turn your phone, you reveal Taehyung busy in the kitchen, cutting off the crusts from his sandwiches. He looks over his shoulder and gives a sheepish smile at the scandalized expression on your best friend’s face. “Hey Yoongi.”

“Can you please explain what’s going on? Why are you at your ex’s?”

So, you do. You tell him that Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone, that you needed some space to cool off but he wouldn’t let you breathe. It was becoming overbearing and overwhelming.

Against your better judgment, you call Taehyung. He invites you to stay over at his place until you’re ready to talk things out with Jungkook. Because even if you’re not together, he still cares about you. Because a part of him will always love you. And at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

“I didn’t want to be alone, especially with a killer targeting women like me out there,” you explain quietly. It feels like the murders have increased in a shorter period of time. If the town wasn’t on edge before, they certainly are now. “But I was still mad at Jungkook, and he was starting to scare me.”

“So the first person you go to is your ex-boyfriend?”

“There’s nothing going on between us.”

That ship has sailed. You know it has when you walked in and saw his engagement pictures hanging on the wall.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I’m sure he would’ve figured out that I’d be with you,” you tell him with a frown.

“I just wanted to help her, hyung,” Taehyung adds as he stands behind you. “I worry about her too. That guy gives me and Tan a bad feeling.”

Yoongi sighs. “Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea either. You shouldn’t stay with Taehyung. It’ll just make things look a lot worse.”

“I guess you’re right,” you reluctantly agree. Taehyung grimaces, but he can see Yoongi’s point too.

“I’ll pick you up after my shift. You can stay with me until you’re ready to talk to Jungkook,” Yoongi tells you, looking rather serious. “Don’t do anything stupid in the meantime, okay?”

Hey. It’s Jungkook.

You stare at the message on your phone. Three dots that indicate that he’s typing something, but he keeps erasing and re-typing them again. As if he’s trying to properly convey his words.

Are we breaking up?

You stare at that message even longer. It feels childish to break up with him without trying to talk to him. For the first time in a week, you pick up your phone and type back.

You scared me, Kook.

His response is immediate.

I thought you weren’t scared of anything.

You huff when you realize he’s teasing you, even now.

Movie-wise, I’m not. But this. This is different, Kook. You were really scaring me.

Again, you see the dots appear and disappear before a handful of responses appear.

I know, babe. I’m sorry. Can you please come over? I want to show you something I’ve been working on.

You think about it.

I miss you. Bam misses you too.

Yoongi said not to do anything stupid.

Please, baby. We can just watch a movie, if you want.

But, like in every horror movie, the protagonist finds themselves making a plethora of stupid decisions.

Okay, Kook. I’ll come tonight.

Movie nights with Jungkook was one of the things you always looked forward to throughout the week. Nothing appealed to you more than a night-in with your boyfriend, food delivered at your door, and checking out new shows and movies.

You have your list of favorites, but nothing quite holds a place in your heart than a good ol’ horror movie. Tellings of urban legends, supernatural forces, paranormal activities, true crime, and slasher films. 

As you step into Jungkook’s house, it almost feels like you’re in one of those movies.

His place is dark, almost pitched black. You could barely see what’s in front of you.

“Come inside,” Jungkook says, grabbing your hand. He pulls you in and deadbolts the door behind you.

“It’s so dark,” you remark, gingerly stepping forward. You have a bad feeling about this. You almost pull back toward the door, thinking of waiting for Yoongi or going back to Taehyung instead.

But Jungkook has a firm grip on you. “I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”

“This is different, Kook,” you try to reason. “You’re really freaking me out.”

He pulls you further inside. In the living room, nothing but the TV is on. The screen is paused on a homemade film.

This must be the project that Jungkook is talking about.

Everything is set. The living room is clean, a bowl of popcorn and a couple bottles of alcohol sits on the coffee table, the lights are off, and the show is ready to play. He sits you down in the middle and keeps an arm around you.

“You know, when we met, you were exactly what I was looking for,” he starts as he presses play.

The tape shows you. Bam lying on your lap as you affectionately pet his face and kiss the top of his head. You, holding Jungkook’s hand and leading him down a busy sidewalk. You, in the kitchen, trying to swat his hand away as he steals your ingredients. You and Jungkook, peering into the camera lens, and your bashful face as he kisses your cheek. 

A smile tugs on your lips as you watch yourself on the screen. Jungkook leans over, copying his onscreen self and kisses your face.

One thing you liked about filming is seeing things from a different perspective. In this case, seeing yourself through Jungkook’s eyes. You look so happy, so incredibly in love with him.

Like with Taehyung, you fell for Jungkook hard and fast.

But Jungkook fell for you harder and faster.

Your smile fades as the next scene shows.

The camera points to the bed, and a couple walks in. It’s you and Jungkook, stumbling in together after drinks at a bar. You’re laughing and trying to wrap your arms around him as he leads you onto the bed. The kiss you share is messy, heated. You tug off his clothes to feel more of him.

You remember that night, but…

“Jungkook. When did you record this?”

You had no idea he was filming you then.

You don’t realize it then, but he makes eye contact with the camera, as if to check that it’s on. He maneuvers you to get a good angle of your body as you busy yourself with your own clothes, wanting him to touch you more as well.

“Jungkook, stop. I didn’t—” 

You feel so sick to your stomach.

“Don’t cry, baby. Here, I’ll fast-forward.”

But you don’t want to watch anymore. You want to leave. You shouldn’t have come here.

The screen shows you and Yoongi. The two of you are at the bakery he works at, and you’re wearing an old cardigan that you got rid of . You smile and eagerly reach for one of the coffees in his hands and take the bag of cookies he’s holding between his lips. He rolls his eyes at something you say before he takes his first sip of his Iced Americano. It’s a typical hangout between you and him.

It looks like it was taken across the street. Your heart plummets even further when you realize that the old cardigan you’re wearing was a piece of clothing you got rid of before you met Jungkook.

The scene changes. You’re sitting at the fountain at your university, looking over a script you wrote for an assignment. Taehyung comes to take a seat next to you. He greets you with a boxy smile and a kiss. The two of you were still dating at the time.

How long has Jungkook known about you?

How long has he been targeting you?

It’s you and Taehyung again. This time, it was filmed from the other night. When Taehyung came to pick you up from your house. He helps you carry some of your things into his car and hugs you when he sees the distressed look on your face. 

“Jungkook, what the fuck?”

It dawns on you that you don’t really know your boyfriend at all.

You try to stand up, but Jungkook has a firm hold on you. His grip tightens when you try to resist him, and his hand seizes your neck as he pushes you down. Your heart hammers against your ribs when you quickly realize you can’t escape him. Jungkook is much stronger and faster than you are.

More images flash through the screen. It’s Jungkook this time, taking a mirror-selfie of himself dressed in all black. He has his hood up and a Halloween mask covering his face. 

It cuts to his feet walking across the sidewalk. Carefully, the camera tilts up, showing that there’s a woman just ahead of him. She’s about your height, her hair the same as yours. She doesn’t notice him as she listens to music playing in her earbuds. 

The scene cuts again, and the same woman is bound and gagged on a chair. Fear shines through her eyes as a shadow of a knife reflects from her body. Behind the camera, Jungkook demands, “Say your line.”

He removes the gag from her mouth. Her voice pitches in a high shrill as she quickly says, “I-I love you. I won’t leave you.”

You recognize her as the latest victim of the latest killings.

And the realization hits you like a truck. Jungkook and his night shifts, the increasing deaths, his interest in filming, having you as the star.

“I practiced, you know. I’ll get it right this time,” he tells you, pulling out some rope he had hidden behind the cushion. You’re trembling as he wraps them tightly around your wrist. “I’ll make sure you don’t leave me again.”

“You’re so bad,” the Jungkook on the screen says, showing what looks like an abandoned warehouse. It’s dimly lit, but you can hear someone running from him. But he doesn’t seem worried, his heavy footsteps casually echo across the concrete. In his hand is a sharp and bloody knife. Mockingly, he asks, “Where did you think you’d go?”

The victim has been let go, but she isn’t free. Ahead, she finds herself cornered as Jungkook catches up to her. Terrified, she holds her hands out in front of her, as if that would stop him.

It’s like seeing your own fate on the screen.

The woman begs and screams before her blood splatters across the floor. You find yourself quoting her, staring up at his darkened eyes. “No, please. Don’t hurt me.”

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, staring right at you. His mouth twitches, fighting a smile. “I thought you liked horror movies.”

Thank you for reading ♡ Comments & reviews are greatly appreciated!

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 28] || [Chapter 30]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ cw: illness, injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: they're very sick... poor babies

Chapter 29: Taking Turns

The next couple of days were rough. 

Between:

Kyle unable to bend down or stand straight for too long before his hip protested;

John unable to stretch himself in any direction due to his lower back hurting;

Johnny limping from his knee and with an arm on a sling;

and Simon having… not quite the flu but something? and getting dizziness spells every time he moved…

You haven’t gotten any proper rest either and have been running back and forth trying to help care for all of them.

They try their best to help, really… But the amount of groans, winces, and strained voices you hear whenever Kyle tries to make you all food, John tries to bend down to help with laundry, Simon tries to sweep, or Johnny tries to do anything two-handed… It’s hard.

Your flat suddenly feels too small for them, for you. 

Haven’t slept in your bed the whole weekend… But hey, at least you get to cuddle Simon all night every night. He’s like your own heater…

It comes to a head on Monday morning. You’ve gotta get to work… It hurts you to leave them like that, all alone, all day, in the state they’re in.

“So… there’s the spare key-” You handed the spare to John who had tried his best to be up with you for breakfast, leaning himself on the wall by the front door as you talk in hushed tones, Simon sleeping barely a couple feet away on the couch, actually getting rest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine-”

“John…” You murmured as you looked up at him, your face showing nothing if not a deadpan inquiry. “You’re all dying.”

“We’re not dying. We were but we’re doing so much better after having you dote on us all weekend, darling.” He replied with a playful smile, which was cut through by a little wince that made his blue eyes press shut.

“Right.” You retorted and rolled your eyes. “Because you’ve gotten so much better, huh?” You taunted and shook your head.

“It’s fine… we’ve got… 3 or so functioning pairs of legs, 2 spines, 3 and a half pairs of arms and 3 working heads…” He trailed off, humourously listing the unaffected parts of their ailments.

“Ah yes… And somehow none of you are functional at all.” You teased again, smiling playfully, receiving a sigh and a conceding in the shape of an eye roll from him.

“Anyways,” You told him as you cupped his face. “You get back to bed… And try not to die, all of you. This flat isn’t mine, I don’t think you should die in here.” You added.

“Copy that.” John nodded with a chuckle which drew another wince from him. He kissed your forehead lightly then limped his way back to bed.

-

You had just gone on your lunch break when you shot the lads a message to check on their state:

you: how r u all doing? 👀

By the time you came back from lunch, you hadn’t gotten a reply to your text… And normally that wouldn’t worry you…

If it weren’t for the fact they’re bunked down in your flat because they’re all injured or sick.

You went back to work with your phone in your pocket, patiently waiting a text from them… 

you: pls tell me ur alive

Even with that message, it still took another hour and a half for an answer to come.

You were about to jump ship and go home early by then, when Johnny answered you.

Johnny: souo you: what? Johnny: soup Johnny: [1 Video Attachment]

The video you got was not one you expected. 

Firstly, it was a very zoomed in 10 seconds of one of your metal pots with a heeping quantity of chicken noodle soup boiling in it.

Then, the camera panned over to display Kyle, John and Simon sprawled on the couch, head’s dangling back over the edge, snoring away.

“We made soup… bonnie.” Johnny said from behind the camera, his voice groggy and dragging, a consequence of the strong painkillers he had been taking for the last 3 days after his gunshot.

“Gonna have seconds… it’s so good…” He announced in a conspiratory tone and shushed the video before he finished the video.

How they managed to force themselves to stand up and stay awake long enough to cook a whole pot worth of soup, you have no idea. 

But, hey, at least they were alive. And that eased your worries.

And so, you got back to work, finishing your work day.

Coming back to work, you were surprised to find the flat in a similar state as when you left, which was surprising considering you expected a mess of dishes and food left for you to clean.

The boys had also moved from the couch and to the bedroom, their snores and heavy breaths coming from down the hall, as well as the sound of the shower running.

You closed the door carefully behind yourself, took off your shoes and padded over to the kitchen with the little shopping bag worth of things you bought after work.

Just as you’re about to start putting things in the fridge and cupboards, a figure show up at the kitchen door, making you jump a bit and huff a breath of surprise.

Turning to look at him, eyes wide and startled, you come face-to-face with a glistening wet Kyle wrapped in your last clean towel. There you go, needing to do more laundry again.

“Hi, Kyle… Didn’t hear you come in.” You admitted with a smile as you looked at him.

“Hey, lovie… How was work?” He murmured as he approached you and kissed you softly on the forehead. He certainly seemed a bit more mobile than yesterday when you put him to bed.

“It was good… I see you boys made yourselves right at home, huh?” You gestured vaguely to the pot of soup on the back of the stove, lidded to keep for later.

“Yeah… John had the idea… Sent Soap to the shops to get the chicken and the carrot and all…” He trailed off as he nuzzled himself against you, an arm wrapped around your waist as he rubbed his nose against the crown of your head.

“I see… He was able to carry everything one handed?” You asked playfully, earning a chuckle from Kyle. 

“Surprisingly yes…” He trailed off and smiled as he lowered his head to steal a soft peck from your lips.

“What about cooking? Who did that?” You asked playfully as you returned the kiss, then, slipped away from his arm wrapped around you. You resumed putting things away in the cupboards and fridge.

“We took turns…” Kyle admitted a bit sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Every 10 minutes we’d switch spots with each other and sit on the couch…” He trailed off and chuckled. 

“I see… I can imagine how that went… the four of you lot wobbling back and forth between the kitchen and the sofa… leaning your head on the cupboard because of the pain while you TRIED to shred chicken and stir the soup and all?” You joked.

“It was miserable… But the soup’s really good…” Kyle admitted.

“Yeah, bet it is… Johnny sent me a text about it…” You added with a chuckle. “Now how about you dry yourself up and get dressed before you catch something, hm?”

“Or you could warm me up instead…” Kyle quipped and winked at you.

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[bllk-after-dark]

wildest fantasies.

pairing. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, nagi seishiro x f!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, how the top 6 imagine fucking you, dom!character x sub!reader, vary in each installment, some are prevalent than others (oops), written in lowercase

itoshi rin. breeding kink, creampie, degradation, edging, fingering, jealousy, marking, possessive behavior, wall sex

mine is written on your skin with invisible ink. he fumes at a player from his team talking to you, who seems to be having fun when he sees you laugh. he doesn’t experience rage quite often, but that guy is the initial point and gets worse when the poster boy of blue lock strikes up a conversation with you.

“what’s with the silent treatment, rin?” you become frustrated over the lack of dialogue. the entire ride on the way home was tense and he treated you like a ghost. he also feels the same, but for different reasons. as the two of you enter your house, he pins you to the door with both arms above your head and cunt on his knee. you attempt to focus on lust in his eyes as his tongue battles against yours and teeth nips at your throat to leave bruises in its wake.

“craving attention from him out of all people, hm? fucking slut.” you gasp at the sharp friction of his knee against your cunt. he isn’t this rough and riled up, not that you’re complaining. he slips his fingers inside, pumping them in and out very slowly as punishment. “think he can fuck you like this? lukewarm, want him and everyone else to know that you’re mine.”

to prolong this type of behavior, you instill delicious images in his head. “how are you gonna show me off? the hickeys, sure. but what about a ring on my finger? your cum dripped out of me? or perhaps a baby in me?”

he pulls his fingers out when you’re nearing an orgasm, leaving you a whining mess. the impulse to buy a fancy ring with his salary and propose to you live, to fuck you in the locker rooms to see copious amounts of cum staining your underwear, and to fuck you enough to make you pregnant so that damn golden boy can mind his own business — which he’ll gladly make it happen. he rams his cock in you without warning and spends the entire day in the bedroom to make sure it takes.  

“ah, there you are. i had to ask one of your teammates, but we lost track.” he’s back in the stadium, dazed from his daydreaming. you didn’t notice him blanking out as you’re busy geeking out about his plays. “watching a match in-person was so exciting! i get to see you steal a ball by kicking it between another player’s legs and score a goal with a direct shot— is that it? whatever, you’re so cool, rin!”

he shuts you up by kissing you, and everyone in the stadium reacts in a domino effect. the cameras pan to the two of you so it’s on live television, his fans freak out that he’s actually in a relationship, and his teammates — specifically that guy — are in pure disbelief. you wonder why he had done that, but he looks proud so you didn’t pry any further. “there. now the whole world knows.”

shidou ryusei. anal sex, blowjob, cuckolding, exhibitionism, face fucking, impact play (spanking), shower sex

demon is what everyone refers to him as. known to be vicious in the field, people hate to admit that he’s a damn good player. aside from being skilled at soccer, he’s also skilled at pulling risque acts in the context of yourself — willing to let the whole world know how tight you are. right now he’s fucking you from behind in the shower with hands on the wall and back slightly bent to stabilize yourself from his powerful thrusts.

“shit, you’re even tighter than yesterday!” he howls as his thick and wide cock drags along your walls and slaps your ass multiple times, leaving a red handprint there. this is a position favored by the both of you, and it never gets old. although, you do want to try out other things that you and he can find exciting. what he says afterwards is an adventure you can’t wait to embark on.

“i wonder if eyelashes will agree with me. how about we invite him someday?” you’d like that very much, honored to be acknowledged as a favorite pastime by the best player in japan. for now you want to practice sucking your boyfriend off, so you detach from him and kneel in front of his dick, lapping the bulbous tip with your tongue.

“holy shit, you’re tight here too! fucking hell… i dunno which one i like more but let’s find out, hm?” he shoves his cock deep into your throat and grips your head as he bucks his hips, eyes rolling to the back of his skull at how stimulating it is.

“feeling so fucking good. looking so fucking good, too. i bet you’ll do even better at the shower stalls in the locker rooms. or at a bar. or at an alley. or—” it’s incredible how he manages to talk about his shameless ideas when he’s at the verge of cumming whereas on the other hand you phased out. streams of opaque white gush out past your lips and trickle down your chin. his dick is still hard, meaning he’s ready for another round. his stamina is inhuman, like a demon. but knowing him, he won’t be satisfied until he has tried out every single thing on his growing list.

“can’t believe you took a nap during our bath. was expecting you to be more awake from the bath bomb i bought, but i guess not.” he’s greeted with a sweet peck, eyes fluttering halfway but can see you beaming at him brightly like the lights in the room. “got your towel here. now i have to drain the water, so shoo.”

he wraps his towel around his waist and then observes you unplug the drain. he happens to sneak a peek at the curve of your ass when you bend over to reach it, smug at how he happens to catch wind of how glorious the view is. he startles you by pinching the fat of your cheeks, and you turn to him, completely flustered. “what? want me to do it again?”

karasu tabito. aftercare, hand holding/kissing, insecurities, loss of virginity, missionary, petnames (baby), praise

sorry is your automatic reply when he hints that he wants to have sex. you’re a virgin; the thought of being unable to satisfy someone, especially one experienced such as himself, is deeply rooted in your head. on the contrary, it’s a huge turn on. since it’s your first time, he wants to make it extra special. it makes him more excited than he should be so he tries to tone it down to not scare you.

he reaches for your face, staring at him like a lost puppy. he smirks at how entranced you are when his fingers slide to your chin then glide over your lips. he kisses you hard, taking your breath away as he gently pushes you down on the bed. he gives you time to breathe while he takes off his shirt. you looking intently on him makes his heart flutter, that his body is for your eyes only.

“i’m okay. you can keep going,” you tell him when he checks up on you. with the slight encouragement of his hand drawing circles on your skin, you take off your shirt as well so he can explore more of your body. the two of you eventually strip yourselves to bareness in the midst of devouring each other with tongue and spit.

“squeeze if you want me to stop.” your hand is intertwined with his, ready to signal for the sake of your safety. he slowly penetrates you, his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy. he blabbers about how you’re taking him so well, swearing he’ll cum faster than expected. he hooks a leg on his shoulder which allows him to thrust into you harder and deeper. the pitch of your voice rises higher and higher, you pull him toward your mouth to crash your lips against his. you hate how you sound it seems, but rest assured, it tells him that he has done his job right.

“shit, baby. you’re so perfect for me. how is this possible— agh,” he hisses out as he spills inside you. you’ve gone exhausted afterwards, skin sensitive from the caresses on your curves and kisses on your hands. this is what he’d like to happen, but the next time he blinks, you’re lying beside him fully clothed, meaning that the scenario is anything but real.

“tabito? you’re not saying anything.” you avert your gaze from his. you’re ashamed of literally pushing him away, believing that he’ll take offense judging from his silence. “i didn’t mean to do that. it happened so fast that i freaked out. can we start over and… start a little bit slower?”  

“sure. let’s take things slow, then.” he kisses your forehead as a way to reassure you that you haven’t done anything wrong. somehow it makes you bolder, being the one to initiate the kiss while sneaking your hands under his shirt unconsciously. you immediately retract from the sudden move and are about to apologize for acting out of the blue. he cuts off a smile, gesturing you to keep on going. he’s so weak for you, and he’ll do anything to make you happy.

otoya eita. begging, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, nipple play, phone sex, toxic relationships (with reader’s ex)

relief washes over him hearing that you broke up with your former significant other through the phone. he never liked them to begin with and doesn’t understand what you see in them. being the good friend he is, he wants what's best for you. yet he decides to remain civil, albeit painfully. though, it’s not as painful as suppressing his sinful thoughts about you crumbling under touch.

“eita? can you do me a favor?” he loves your voice, but you saying his name is his greatest weakness. instead of heading it wirelessly, he’d prefer you moaning it in his ears when he’s railing you into a begging mess. he should feel guilty for harboring these feelings as he promised to play the ‘good friend’ role. but promises are meant to be broken anyway. “can you make me forget about them?”

the lines of friendship blur into indescribable tension. you express your frustration over the shitty quality of your sex life your former partner provided, rambling about how badly you want to be fucked on someone’s mouth. the cries of your nipples and clit aching to be touched causes his cock to strain in his pants. sex isn’t a topic you confide in with your friends, especially your male friends, but now it doesn’t matter. you called him to forget after all.

“to tell you the truth, you’ve been driving me crazy,” he sighs with his head leaned back as he pumps his length. labored breaths and whimpers are heard on your end; it seems you have the same idea. “so you want me to make you forget? what if i tell you i’m jerking off right now, wishing that i was inside that pretty pussy of yours? what about you, wishing that my mouth is there too and on your pretty tits to claim what has been mine in the first place?”

“i’m yours, always yours. please, faster!” your whines become more frequent that he cums on his hand and some on his thighs. he leans against the headboard, catching his breath alongside you. if you’re here, he’d leave more proof that you’re forever his with no room for your ex in your world as it should. yet it’s all white noise. the entire time he has been blanking out, so you were waiting for an eternity for him to say something.

“hello? earth to eita?” he snaps back to reality. the only real thing is the stickiness of his hand that’s covered in cum, so he really has been mindlessly jacking off to your voice. “i asked if you can do me a favor but i think i rather stop by your place to cool off. is it okay if i come over?”

“yeah, sure.” you thank him before hanging up. he tosses his phone to the edge of the bed, contemplating what he has done. never, ever again will he do this and vows to not speak on it. all he can do is to stick being the ‘good friend’ to comfort you through your breakup. he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he’s the better choice. they’ll be the day where you’re all his for the taking.

yukimiya kenyu. body worship, mirror sex, lap dancing, lingerie, riding, sex toys, strip tease, voyeurism

risk is his middle name. not only taking it to become the top striker in japan, but in the context of having strong urges to impale you on him. it’s confined in his pants, just like how his hands are confined to his sides. he’s restricted to ogle at your body clad in lace lingerie, attempting to tempt him to give into his desires with your alluring expressions.

the lingerie surprise tips him over the edge. he follows your fingers running down your breasts to your clit, agonized by the drag of one of them along the lips back and forth. he grips his seat to the point where he can almost break the bones of his hands. oh how badly he wants you, but being the menace you are, you keep insisting to stay patient until the end of your performance.

“mmm, not yet. keep your eyes on me,” you giggle, lifting his chin to face you with your mouth ghosting over his. you’re enjoying the sight way too much, but how can he also feel the same when you’re torturing him with the sway of your hips on his lap, the flex of your muscles when he glances at the many mirrors around him, and the teasing of your bra straps down past your shoulders? and when you also grind on his bulge along with a vibrator plugging in you which is your source of pleasure instead?

as if his body has a mind of its own, he finds himself dancing with you with an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cradling your head, kissing you with his life. then clothes start to fly off left and right. he yanks out your vibrator decorated with your slick and plunges you onto his throbbing cock, having you seated for his part of the performance. oh how the tables have turned; now you’re the one being tortured, pounded with quick upward thrusts from him.

“now for the grand finale.” despite your protests to slow down, he wants to relish your face and body contorting in pleasure through the mirror beside him. a multitude of thrusts later, he reaches his climax and feels your walls clench to make sure you didn’t miss a single drop. it’s a shame that time goes by so fast, because he sure wants to see your body arch for him over and over again.

“you know, it’s rude to stare without saying anything.” loud noises flood his ears. he’s in the mall on a shopping spree with you to help you pick out new clothes to spice up your wardrobe. although when you mean by ‘spice up’, he doesn’t expect to see you in lace lingerie at the fitting rooms. “so, uh… what do you think?”

he has speculations on whether you may have a hidden agenda to seduce him or just trying it out for fun. but all he do is marvel at how the lingerie fits nicely on your body, making you nervous. an idea pops into his head and whispers into the shell of your ear. “not sure. why don’t you buy and put it on tonight for me so i can see it better, hm?”

nagi seishiro. bulge kink, cockwarming, size difference (reader is implied to be smaller), somnophilia, spooning

warm is his favorite sensation when he’s curled up with you in bed. his chest is on your back and his left arm hugs your corresponding side while the other engulfs your right hand. his cock throbs inside you which can be seen poking your stomach, making him curse and groan as he places his hand there. the feeling is delicious, addicting even, and he’s hungry for more.

he pants against your neck as he lazily thrusts against your ass, the outline of the bulge moving up and down from what he can feel on his hand. so good, he chokes out in your ear, followed by a string of fucks and moans. that manages to wake you up, having you grab on the sheets from being overwhelmed by the pleasure from behind.

“sei…” his impatience causes your breath to hitch. at that moment you’re losing your damn mind upon his balls coming into contact with your skin. “fill me up…”

as he shushes you to go back to sleep, he kisses the junction of your neck and shoulder and hooks a leg over your waist for better access to pick up the pace to fulfill your wish. “mm, yeah. gonna make you so warm and full of me.”

“hm, sei?” the morning light seeps through the blinds, spotlighting on you who’s sitting up on his bed stretching. for some reason, you press your butt against his groin which is painfully— oh. “um, did you get hard from sleeping with me last night?”

it’s a dream after all. he throws the blanket over his head and turns away from you, refusing to answer as it’ll be bothersome to explain in detail. you dismiss his silence with ‘okay’ and by telling him you have to go to work. when you reach the edge of the bed, he pins you down with his arm around your waist and drags you closer to him.

“stay with me. just a bit longer.” you cave into his whims, deciding to indulge him during then by pulling your pants down to take his huge length. it somehow knocks you out, and he hopes that you’ll forgive him for making you late. but you’re so warm and so good, just like in his dreams.

vera. ayo, finally i posted something. it’s my first time writing smut and i died inside. as expected: it’s 10% smut, 90% cringe. the top 6 has me in a chokehold and i’m not okay.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock smut #itoshi rin x reader #shidou ryuusei x reader #karasu tabito x reader #otoya eita x reader #yukimiya kenyu x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #itoshi rin x female reader #shidou ryuusei x female reader #karasu tabito x female reader #otoya eita x female reader #yukimiya kenyu x female reader #nagi seishiro x female reader #itoshi rin smut #shidou ryuusei smut #karasu tabito smut #otoya eita smut #yukimiya kenyu smut #nagi seishiro smut #↝ vera ✨

[emblazons]

SO. Just in case anyone thought the production team was not that serious about their details / subtext—here’s some proof that the intro lead up to “Mike is in the closet” I was talking about the other day is in fact intentional, down to the tiniest set changes + positioning they make to make subtextual points.

Let me explain.

In the scene where we see the camera pan to where Mike is making out with El / taking her hands off her, we see this image of him (with the little block letters) on El’s dresser, in conjunction with the lines “just a little more time could open closing doors…” blatantly referring to the fact that they’re setting up Mike being in the closet.

They’ve even added his name at the bottom so you know for a fact it’s him in the image / who the subtext applies to, leaving not even a bit of space for another conclusion.

—in S03E03, however, we see the exact same image on El’s nightstand (sans the block letters) because it’s just meant to show her passive affection for Mike—same as her little shrine we see in S4. The picture is (obviously) not the point of the shot…but it’s clearly the same picture (if you look at the space around the frame).

I even went in on my full screen TV for a close up lmao

From this alone, we can conclude a few things:

1: they literally rearranged props in El’s room to get that shot of Mike’s picture to be there—with the addition of his name to make sure no one was confused who it was.

2: this pic was intentionally placed to be a part of a line of a shot, which also included a rainbow + Mike’s name on the wall, a picture drawn by Will, and a mask…which is honestly only slightly less heavy-handed subtext than that gd one way sign in S4.

3: they had the lyrics “just a little more time could open closing doors” edited to match the timing of this image being shown to the audience…as Mike’s first shot of the season…before he takes his girlfriend’s hands off him making out to start singing.

—I just. Like. Sure you can misinterpret stuff, but. I don’t know how people hold so tightly to “production error trutherism” when swap details to make points like this clearly exist if you’re paying close enough attention.

Also…yeah. They really did rearrange details in El’s room to put subtext about Mike being gay in his first scene, and it’s killing me because…lmaooo production stays doing the MOST

#THIS IS SUCH A SMALL DETAIL BUT. #they’re so fucking EXTRA. all the TIME lmaoooo #also #if I ever hear someone say it’s just a mistake of set design again I’ll laugh in their faces tbh #like??? what did the duffers say? ‘this isn’t game of thrones’ LMFAO #there will be no mass murders….and also NO RANDOM COFFEE CUPS IN SHOTS KSMSNDKJSND #A N Y W A Y #byler #my st commentary #the me tag #gay mike wheeler #stranger things #my s3 rewatch

[7ndipity]

"Try again"

Taehyung x Idol Reader

Summary: You and Tae decide to go public with your relationship through a collab. Ft. Try Again by Jaehyun & D.ear

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thank to the lovely anon who requested this! I love this song from Jaehyun so much, and it would suit Tae so well(if you haven't heard it, I highly recommend giving it a listen)

Masterlist

Requests are open

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As you walked onto the set, your heart was pounding so hard you wondered if it was visible. You tried your best to calm your nerves, watching as the crew buzzed about, putting the final touches on the set.

Fairy lights were strung about the small stage, occupied by two barstools surrounded by various plants and trees, looking something like a combination of a jazz club and a botanical garden. Perfect.

"You look nice."

You were pulled from your musings, turning to meet Tae's boxy grin with a slightly more nervous one. "So do you."

He was dressed in a brown suit, very befitting of his retro aesthetic, with you in a similar style but in cream color, giving a vintage effect to the two of you, matching the set.

"You ready?" He asked.

"I think so?" You replied, uncertainly.

"You think?" He raised a brow at you.

"I am." You clarified. "I'm just nervous." You tended to get pre-show jitters, but they were especially strong today.

The two of you had decided to announce your relationship by posting a collab video together, rather than letting your companies release some formal letter. You'd thought carefully about what song would work best, deciding on one that had come to mean a lot to you both over the course of your time together, Try Again. The song expressed how, even through miss-steps and near failings, the couple never stop believing their relationship was worth fighting for.

"Everything'll be okay." He said, giving you a reassuring squeeze, careful not to mess up your hair or outfit. "I'll be right beside you."

"I know."

The two of you were called to your places, taking your seats quickly, side by side, as a crew member handed you each your mics. Taking a final deep breath to calm yourself, everything went quiet around you.

"Action!"

The camera focuses first on two silhouettes on the wall. As you began to sing the first lines of the song, the camera pans out and over to reveal that they're your and Tae's shadows.

"Due to the long time we shared/ perhaps it's just natural our expectations increased/even with our countless shouts/we still couldn't reach each other's hearts"

You look over to Tae as you reach the chorus, your voices harmonizing together beautifully.

"So whenever you ask me again how I feel/ please remember my answer is you/ even if we have to go back a long way/ I will still feel the same way about you/ we'll be alright, I want to try again"

Taehyung takes over for the second verse, shooting you a grin as he begins.

"No matter how many times we fall apart/due to our frequent arguments/ like I said, we're the ones that matter most/we're not meaningless/ I'm taking a step forward/ I'm telling you what the past has shown us"

"So whenever you ask me again how I feel/ please remember my answer is you/ even if we have to go back a long way/ I will still feel the same way about you/ we'll be alright, I want to try again"

Mid-way through the second chorus, he reaches over and takes your hand, causing a wide smile to spread across your face as you both sing.

"Even if we're stuck in the loop/ you should know that I'm always on your side/please remember my answer is you"

"Even if we have to go back a long way/ I will still feel the same way about you/ we'll be alright, I want to try again"

Tae's eyes never leave yous as he sings the closing lines on his own.

"We'll be alright/ please try again"

The camera pans back to your silhouettes, showing only your shadows as Tae leans in and kisses you for the closing shot.

"Okay, cut! That was perfect!" The director called out, to which the crew applauded.

You both quickly stand and thank everyone for their hard work before excusing yourselves back to the dressing rooms, Tae's hand never leaving yours.

"Do you think they'll like it?" You ask as you walk.

"Only one way to find out." He replied, giving you another grin.

#taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung x idol!reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung reaction #taehyung drabble #taehyung fluff #taehyung blurb #taehyung idol au #bts x idol!reader #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts idol au #bts one shot #bts drabble #bts requests #7ndipity

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Sucker For You - Joseph Quinn (One-Shot)

Since you all loved my last Joseph Quinn one shot so much I chose to brave another one for your eyes! Hope you enjoy it, friends!

He was stunned. The girl he had been dreaming about stood right in front of him. Perhaps, not dressed as beautifully as in his dreams but he could not get those pretty E/C colored eyes out of his head. He didn't get dreams very often that he remembered enough but this one was so persistent. For a good week, he seemed to have the same occurring dream. Perhaps not scene by scene but in every single one of those dreams, she was in it. With skin a smooth S/C and eyes a perfect shape and color as they kept solid eye contact as her companion spoke to her. Her dress was a modest maxi dress in the deepest shade of navy paired with a light-colored cream thick belt around her middle and matching sandal wedges on her feet which completed her look perfectly. Her hair was perfectly styled and glossy looking in a beautiful shade of H/C as it seemed to shine under the lights above and don't get him started on that beautiful smile occupied by a musical laugh. He was smitten and if he wasn't an actor with a good poker face in character no one would have known the wiser that Joseph Quinn was crushing hard on his interviewer.

She finished speaking with her colleague before that form graced the floor in his direction with that warm smile on her face as she extended a hand that sported a pretty charm bracelet on her wrist. "Hi, thank you so much for coming on short notice! Adam isn't very good at calling ahead, I generally like to call agents myself." her voice was soft and friendly as she beamed up at him; even with the 3 inch heel giving her an extra height she was still shorter than Joseph's 5 foot 10 inches in comparison.

But he didn't care at all as he looked down at her with a smile that could light the whole world and gentle puppy brown eyes as they looked down at her. He grasped her outstretched hand with both of his and shook it gently before raising her hand to his lips to press a warm kiss to the back of it.

"Oh don't think anything of it, love! I'm very happy to be able to do another interview!" he replied happily as he let go of her smaller palm so that he did not look like a creeper by holding it longer than needed.

The soft tone of pink on her cheeks was evident as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her smile grew a little shyer. "Well, we are happy to have you Mr. Quinn! This is actually one of my first chances to interview solo so I'm a little nervous. So if I fumble during filming please just go with it." her laughter was shy and a tad bit embarrassed as she waved a hand around.

"Oh I'm sure you'll do amazing! And please call me Joseph!" the actor replied running a hand shyly through his chocolate curls.

The smile the woman sent him would have melted his very bones and made his knees go jelly but he was an actor so keep up that face was what he needed. When they finally got into position in front of a plague wall with the Stranger Things cover on the back and the man of the hour was comfortably sitting in his chair with a water bottle placed on the floor just out of sight. The woman took her own seat a respectable distance across from the man. She seemed a lot more nervous than Joseph and he couldn't help but give her an encouraging doublt thumbs up right before the camera began to roll forcing the female interviewer to mask the flush that spread across her body at his gesture.

"Hello everyone, thank you so much for tuning in today; welcome back to the show!" a bright welcoming smile graced her features as the camera panned to her face. "Today we have a very special guest with us today. Mr. Joseph Quinn himself from the hottest hit Stranger Things; Joseph thank you so much for taking the time to chat with us, we are so excited to have you!" her gaze turned to the actor as the back cameras clicked on showing the frontal view of the man himself who waved to the camera with charm

"Oh of course! I'm delighted to be here. Thank you so much for the opportunity!" he beamed

"Well if anything we should be thanking you for the time you're making to do this interview for us. Stranger Things Season 4 has pretty much blown all the others out of the water; it certainly blew Netflix up!" Y/N laughed before continuing as the actor nodded with a smile.

"Now you play a new character that's been introduced in Season 4; Eddie Munson. Can you tell me a little about what you had to do to get in the idea of playing such a character?" she asked tilting her head as her gaze lifted briefly from her notes in her hand to give the man her undivided attention.

"Yeah of course, you know I actually had thought about how I could make Eddie's character a little different than all the others within the show. Everyone's sort of brought their characters to life one way or another so when I was reading the script at the beginning I was coming up with ideas on how to evolve Eddie in some sort of way. I was actually talking with the brothers during script reading at one point and Eddie's character was actually written to be someone more grungy and a little more hardcore. But little by little as we were shooting the scenes I sort of improvised a lot of the way Eddie's character was portrayed and the brothers seemed to like it a lot more than the original idea for his personality which I thought was a nice twist." he replied; hands waving a little bit as he spoke

"Well he certainly took the hearts of so many viewers out there so fantastic job! Do you actually know the size and strength Eddie's fandom had created in just one season? I think it's overrun by any other character on the show thus far and that's saying a lot. Are you surprised that he's gotten so much love?"

A small little smile tugged at the actors lips as his tongue peeked out a bit and his face flushed happily at the praise. "Actually yes, I had gotten a small glimpse of it all and I can honestly say it's very humbling considering that I was originally afraid that my portrayal of Eddie's character wasn't good enough in the beginning but it truly makes my heart so happy to hear that he's such a beloved character by the viewers. It makes it very bittersweet and heartbreaking considering the outcome of his character." Joseph replied nodding thoughtfully

Y/N smiled taking a moment to nod along with him and glance down at her notes a bit but before she could ask her next question Joseph actually intervened when he spoke up again

"I had actually noticed that charm on your bracelet earlier before we filmed; it looks like a Stranger Things icon. Are you a big fan?" a little smile played on his face that was equal parts curious and happy.

Lifting her wrist up to view it herself Y/N beamed a bit shyly. "Actually yes it is! You have a sharp eye! It's actually Eddie's guitar pick." she stated with an almost embarrassed laugh.

"Ah so you're an Eddie's girl too huh? I knew those questions were a little personal." the actor teased making the woman playfully hide her face as the camera panned over to her.

"Guilty as charged! But the blame is all on you for such an amazing portrayal of such a lovable character Joseph! We are seriously going to miss him on the show; unless of course you can give us a little insight on whether on not he'd coming back? You know there are theories that Eddie's not actually dead." she commented with eyes seemingly a little more keen than an interviewer usually should have. The tall tale of her own fangirl itching to burst forth but a slow smile gracing his features slowly dulled the excitement as he replied with a shrug

"I honestly can't say one way or another. I was very keen on wanting to come back for next season but it's kind of hard to think on how - if the brother's choose to - Eddie would be brought back after his death scene. Of course I'd love to come back if they want me too but it's really up to them at this point. I was surprised to see so much love given to his character so I'd be honored to play him again if given the chance." he replied with a twinkle in his eye that Y/N couldn't quiet make out the meaning behind.

When they were done with the interview the woman began unhooking herself from her microphone but looked up when Joseph came over to her with a warm grin on his face.

"Thank you again so much for the interview. I'm sorry if I fangirled too obviously." she teased handing over the microphone devices over to a staff worker

"Oh no of course not love! I wouldn't have minded if you did." his cheeky remark made her laugh as she reached down to grab her water and take a sip watching him

There was some sort of pause between them as if they didn't want to end their time together but unsure of what to say next. When the woman finally gave a little wave and grabbed her things to leave with an excuse of needing to go Joseph finally jumped at his chance before it slipped through his fingers.

"Actually, Y/N. I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner, um tonight maybe? Unless your busy…" the adorable shyness of him made her grin over at him and squint

"I dunno if my boyfriend would like that…unless it's a business dinner of course but…" she trailed off and she could see his smile dropping a bit

"Boyfriend. Right." he hissing in a little breath. "Yeah um…" he was at a loss for words and Y/N couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head.

"I'm joking Joseph. I don't have a boyfriend." she grabbed her bag and pulled out her phone before holding it out to him expectingly "And I would love to go out for dinner with you."

The grin that he sent her made her world as he quickly typed in his number into her contacts. "That's great! For me that is." he laughed a bit he sent a text message to his number so that he had hers before handing the device back. "I'll pick you up at 6?"

She hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm, funny, sweet, and a gentleman. I think I hit the jackpot." she giggled placing her device back in her bag. "6 o'clock is perfect. I'll text you my address."

The actor gave her a warm farewell hug and the woman had to stop herself from inhaling his scent like a mad woman with her nose buried in his neck but damn did he smell good. When she pulled away she flashed him one more smile before turning to head out the door with him traling in tow. "I'll see you later than Mr. Quinn." she shot over her shoulder as they entered the hallway.

"Looking forward to it Ms. Y/L/N." was his cheeky reply before the pair began walking in opposite directions down the hallway with big smiles plastered on their faces and thoughts of just how well their night may go tonight.

#Joseph Quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn oneshot #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x imagine #joseph quinn interview

[theshippirate22]

NASCAR!Steve/Mechanic!Eddie (Thinking of Someone For Whom He Still Burns)

this one’s for you @grimmfitzz my dear <33 you’re too good to me really I’m going to become undomesticated or something ;)

The house was still thick with gold. 

Eddie dragged his fingers down the cream walls on his way down the stairs, stepping softly so he didn’t break the perfect silence. Not that it was silent; Wayne left the windows open when he went out in the mornings. The white, transparent cotton curtains billowed out, bringing in the warm breeze with them. There was a lawnmower outside, giving some white noise to the gentleness of the house; must be Chrissy finding an excuse to have her headphones on all morning. She probably just got back from her run, still feeling the adrenaline, the restlessness, and electing to put it into something productive. 

The light was amber, the way it seemingly danced in through the walls to fill the house up with the same gold of the daffodils in the flowerbed right outside. The air smelled faintly of greenery, whether it was Chrissy’s grass shavings or Wayne’s precious flower gardens, Eddie couldn’t say. 

He filled a glass with water and sipped on it, washing the taste of sleep from his mouth. Flipped on the tv to add another set of lively voices to the sound of summer mornings. It was already tuned into the news, and he almost went to change it, switch it to cartoons or something, but he had already taken the toaster from the cabinet and suddenly breakfast seemed infinitely more important. 

“-nvestigating the disappearance of the famous racer.” The newscaster explained eagerly. “While officials at California Speedway are still waiting for his arrival, his managers have been holding press conferences to ease the fans’ anxieties.”

Eddie popped two slices of wheat bread into the toaster, and leaned back against the counter to see what was going on.

The film switched from the newscaster lady in a pencil skirt and a blazer, to another woman in a pencil skirt and a blazer, backed by a man with more freckles than should have been possible- Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan, the caption provided. “We have no reason to suspect foul play regarding our client at this time. We’re sure it’s nothing more than a miscommunication or misunderstanding of some kind. However, if anyone has any information regarding his whereabouts, we urge you to come forward immediately.”

The toast popped out. Eddie burned his hand throwing them onto the plate. 

The newscaster returned as voiceover to footage of the racer- not that you could actually see him; in every shot, he was either wearing his helmet or turned away- from “Tuesday’s Indianapolis Race,” as the caption provided. “Starting last season as a complete rookie-“

“Turn that NASCAR shit off.”

Eddie startled, dropping his toast back on the plate, before realizing Wayne had just gotten back and rushing to swallow the bite he’d just taken. “Just a sec, I wanna see...”

“When competitor Billy Hargrove was asked about his absence, he said:” The clip cut to the grossest man Eddie had ever seen, with long messy, blond hair and the kind of mustache that just screamed I-disrespect-women. “I wouldn’t worry about it. He’s probably blacked out in a ditch somewhere and he’ll show up hungover as hell. In the meantime,” He looked dead at the camera, as if he was speaking directly to the missing racer. “I’ll be here hanging out with The King, buddy.”

The way he said the last word certainly implied nothing congenial about the relationship.

“Fans line the streets outside the Speedway-” The camera panned to corroborate. “-to catch a glimpse of his car. In lieu of last week’s interview, some fans are afraid of a darker story. After announcing on live television that he identified as bisexual, then going missing after just five days has his supporters truly hoping this is just a misunderstanding on his teams’ part.”

And back to the press conference and Miss Carol Perkins. 

“We cannot confirm or deny the rumors of death threats being sent to the team at this time. However, with any large announcement from anyone of any fame, there is expected to be public backlash, and our client’s coming out is no exception. We have worked continuously with security and law enforcement to look into any and all potential threats and provide reasonable protection against them. We have no reason to believe the disappearance is a hate crime in nature or related to the coming out at all. Once again, if anyone has any information-”

The tv shut off, the sudden black of the screen swallowing any of the color and Eddie cried out indignantly. “Wayne! I was watching that!”

Wayne’s flat expression didn’t change, but he answered softly, “It’ll just upset you.” 

That was true-already, Eddie’s toast was starting to taste like sawdust- but it wasn’t like people didn’t get hate-crimed every day. Especially people like Eddie. Like...

Damn, Eddie hadn’t even caught the missing racer’s name. 

Maybe the slimy misogynist was right. Maybe he had just blacked out somewhere, so hungover he forgot what day it was. 

Hopefully.

Yes it’s the plot of Cars (2006). I’ve never watched a NASCAR race in my life. I don’t know anything about NASCAR. This amuses me though so I’m doing it anyway because that’s where I am in my life. Anyway! If you’re interested in more let me know!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #cars au #nascar racer steve harrington #mechanic eddie munson #the distance #is this crack? yeah okay sure #steddie crack

[rinwritesfics]

The Wedding - Part 4

Plot: You’ve been invited to the wedding of the millennia, but as a senator it is determined that you need an escort. Fox offers to be your plus-one to keep you safe.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 949

Author’s Note: I again have to express my gratitude for my partner for how this entire multipart journey expanded for the better. And for the readers who followed it with us.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Part 4

A week passed. The entire time, you had thrown yourself into your duties. Not to mention, you had finished your holonovel. You had done everything to get past that feeling you had for the Commander. But late at night, the way he looked at you while you danced lingered in your mind. His hand in yours, the other on your waist….

You tore yourself from the memory yet again and set aside the new holonovel you were trying to focus on. It was no use rereading the same paragraph, it wasn’t going to stick.

A knock sounded on your door and you sighed. Who could it be this late?

You were about to snap at the person when you saw red armor. But it wasn’t Fox.

“Commander Thorn. What can I do for you?”

“Senator, may I come in? I realize it’s late, but I have something urgent for you to review.” He held a datapad in his hand.

“Of course, come in.” You stepped aside, allowing him to enter. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, but thank you.” He handed you the datapad. A video was queued up.

“Commander, I don’t understand -” you began, but he removed his helmet.

“Please. Just watch it.”

You pressed play on it and the video started, panning to Fox who was in his blacks and holding a dummy in his arms the way he held you.

The voice behind the camera said, “And here, we have the reputable and highly respectable Coruscant Guard Commander Fox, learning to waltz. A dummy dancing with a dummy.”

On-screen, Fox shot his brother a dirty look, “Shut up, Thorn. This has to be perfect.”

“Why, are you trying to impress the Senator?”

“I’m just trying not to embarrass her.” Fox replied, stumbling over one foot in the process. Thorn roared with laughter behind the camera.

“You are going to need a miracle.”

“Shut up.”

Fox tripped again and Thorn laughed again. Finally, Thorn asked, “What’s the real reason you’re learning to dance?”

Fox sighed. “Put that thing away and I’ll tell you.”

The camera flipped wildly and you could see the back wall of the training room. “Go on,” drawled Thorn.

“I just want her to have a good time at the wedding. Even if she’s with someone she doesn’t want to be there with.”

What struck you was even though the camera was facing away, Fox’s voice was quieter than usual. Heat rose into your cheeks. The video stopped and you looked up at Thorn.

“Senator, I know it’s not really my place to give you advice unless you ask for it, but Fox… Fox really worked hard to be a good plus one to your event. And he won’t say it, but he’s a little different, now.”

“Different?” You handed his datapad back, trying to get your hands to not shake. He didn’t take it.

“Different.” Thorn nodded. “He’s… he’s a little harsher. We’re trying not to take it personally, but I have to ask. If the trip meant something to you the way it meant something to him, please let him know. And something tells me it may have.”

He paused, then continued, “If it didn’t, please forgive me for speaking out of line.”

You tried again to hand the datapad back, but he shook his head. “Hold on to it. I can ask Fox to come by to pick it up if you would like.”

You retracted your hand, nodding. You didn’t trust your voice to hold steady.

After Thorn left, you watched the video again and smiled a little.

Oh, Fox….

True to his word, the next Corrie Guard at your door wasn’t Thorn but Fox. His helmet was on and when you opened your door, the greeting was extremely stiff and formal. You invited him in.

“I had better not, Senator. I promised Thorn I’d pick up his datapad that you found and return it to him on my way back from a meeting with the Supreme Chancellor.”

“Oh. I-I see that Thorn was wrong. My mistake.” You handed him the datapad and turned away from the door.

“I knew he didn’t lose it.” He cleared his throat. “What did… what did Thorn say?”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“I… it does to me.” His voice was soft as he said your name. His tone was just like it was when you two were dancing. You turned back to him, lips parted and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Please….”

You said quietly, “He said… he said that the event meant a lot to you. He said that it meant something to you. Was he wrong?”

Fox took his helmet off and set both it and the datapad on the small table by your door. “He was right, but it wasn’t his place to say.”

“I’m glad he did. Because I knew you wouldn’t.” You paused. “I wouldn’t have, either.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I had called you by your title by accident, but then I couldn’t take it back. I wasn’t aware it would cause so much pain.”

You tentatively reached for one of his hands. “I’m sorry, too.”

He brought your hand up to his lips and gently kissed it, not breaking eye contact the entire time. As soon as his hold on your hand loosened, you put both hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. A moment passed before you broke the kiss and you gasped.

“Oh, Maker, I am so sorry Fox, I don’t know what came over me.”

“Whatever it was, I want it to again.” He gently tilted your chin again and pulled you back into the kiss.

Taglist for this: @fakegingerr, @liana-07, @trixie2023

#tcw fox #tcw commander fox #tcw fox x reader #clone x reader bingo #cfb2023 #another one for my queuellection

[moltengoldveins]

Writing out that end credits scene from Antarctic Empire I mentioned (it’s important to me that you know the song Techno is humming is Danse Macabre):

*open shot of a wide cluttered office, with stone was and deeply seated windows, each with a simple motive of a blue band and a white starburst in the center worked in stained glass panels. The walls are draped with thick tapestries and red curtains, framing several tables, all cluttered with kitsch. The rest of the room seems to be roughly divided between a paper-and-books office space and a blacksmithing setup. This is, as common sense would put it, probably really stupid. And a fire hazard.*

*techno walks across screen, from the office side to the smithy, quietly humming. He’s carrying a bucket of water in one hand and wearing his cape and crown. His tail snatches something from a table as he steps offscreen*

*a waist-high shot of techno draping his cape over the back of a chair and his crown over one of the prongs on the back, walking foreword past the camera and out of frame. He’s honestly barely in focus, our eyes are drawn to the crown. We can hear him put the bucket down and pull a chair out from behind camera*

*cut to a closeup of his upper body at table-level as he settles. His humming is louder now, and he’s prepping what looks like gold wire. We cut again to see him from behind at a yet-unseen work table, this one in an open part of the room. He’s framed in front of the open front of a massive fireplace, roaring brightly, whose light has been one of the easiest ways to tell where things are in this space thus far. Techno grabs a tiny hammer and begins tapping at whatever he’s working at.*

*cut again, this time to see him hauling with one hand at the bellows, the other flipping through a heavy book tucked into his elbow. He’s timing the beats of his humming to the breath of the bellows, and as the scene picks up pace the background music kicks in, accompanying his voice until it eventually drowns it out.*

*what follows is a gradually hastening series of shots, timed to the music, of Techno’s work at the forge and his desks, crafting and enchanting and scrapping attempts at something. His cape and crown are thrown down in the same chair at the same angle with increasing frustration, and we see him scribbling again and again on diagrams we can’t quite make out. The intention is clear: whatever he’s making isn’t good enough.*

*finally, the music comes to a screeching halt as we see Techno crush his latest attempt, turn to hurl it at the wall, and freeze at the sight of a pile of loot and refuse heaped in the corner of his room. We cut to a front shot, his expression somewhere between shocked and enraged, and pan slowly away until we are in a pile of something indistinct that he’s staring at. He pauses for a moment, the scene dead-silent, then steps forward to rake through the rubble, yanking out a massive intricate necklace of diamond and emerald. It looks obscenely expensive, made even more absurd by the fact that it’s just… sheen sitting in his office in a heap. There’s a closeup of his hands, thumbing over the gems in the necklace. clever eyes might remember this necklace as one the vicious former queen was wearing in most of the political scenes in the film, including Phil’s introduction in the very beginning.*

*one last cut, this one with a distinct difference in light from the previous to imply time passing. Techno is working, but he looks satisfied again, and is back to humming. He cuts off as Phil knocks on the door behind him*

Phil: Techno! You up?

Techno (scrambling to cover whatever it is he’s making): Yes?!

Phil; Get your arse out here, we’ll be late for petitioner’s hour!

Techno: I’m the Emperor, *he turns, grinning, to set a tool down on the table and grab his crown as he stands* I can cancel petitioner hour if I please!

*the shot continues as Techno walks out of focus, opening the door and slamming it shut, leaving us to pan across the mess of the table until we reach two massive rectangular-cut emeralds, set in intricate gold housings and glittering in the morning sunlight. They lay on a stack of haphazard sketches and draft papers. In the corner, if you pause the frame, you can see the words ‘friendship emeralds’ scrawled in Techno’s handwriting on one of the pages and underlined several times. The emeralds hum slightly as they glitter, runes flickering in their depths, clearly enchanted. There’s one last faint repetition of the musical motive techno has been humming.*

*cut to black*

#Yes I have decreed the TCU has end credits scenes #But not lame end credits scenes oh no #Long ones #very long ones #For some reason i associate Danse Macabre with Emduo so much #Like there has been no media I’ve seen where those two things were connected my brain one day just went ‘yknow who this sounds like?’ #TCU #Technoblade Cinematic Universe #technoblade #mcyt #philza #fanfic

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[The footage opens on a shot of a long hallway, tiled floors reflecting not just the fluorescent lights from overhead but small dots of multicolored lights hung up along the walls in garlands. A Taskmanager idles at the edge of the corridor, static hum emanating quietly from its head as Manager#0 walks briskly past, offering it a nod and then continuing on, whistling as he does.]

[His pace slows abruptly as the sound of someone laughing is registered, then quickens with a slight gasp as he rounds the corner and the Hetch stands in the hallway a few yards away, laughing as they exit an office room labeled “PR”.]

[Hetch turns as the door closes, and their laughter is cut off once they make eye contact with Manager#0. They go still, their eyes flicking around.]

Manager#0: Oh- Oh, hey!! Mr. Hetch!! [He laughs slightly as he approaches them, reaching up to their glasses to adjust them.] Funny bumping into you here. What’s, uh, the haps?

Hetch: … Not … Much? [Their tone is awkward.] What’s up with. You?

Manager#0: Oh, you know. Spreading holiday cheer and all that. Nothing much. [Slight laugh.] I’m here for top secret reasons. Secret Santa reasons. Figured I’d get dressed up for the occasion, too! What do you think of the hat?

Hetch: Very red. Is. Is it supposed to be that far forward? 

[Almost immediately, something red obscures the camera for a brief moment before falling past it and hitting the floor with a thud. The camera pans down to follow it, a Santa hat lying in a sad heap on the floor.]

Manager#0: …No, it, uh. Wasn’t.

[As he picks it up and re-affixes it to somewhere above the camera, his gaze flicks over to the office.]

Manager#0: So, uhhh… What about you? Just checking in on PR?

Hetch: No, I. I got bored. And someone signed me up for your. Thing. 

Manager#0: [Laughter.] Oh, that’s so funny! I wonder who did that. Hahaha. Ha. 

[There’s a pause, for about 5 seconds.]

Hetch: …Well. I’m. Done here, so I will be going back to my office. 

[Hetch begins to walk away, past him, down the hallway. Manager#0’s gaze lingers on them, staring after for a moment before glancing between them, the PR office, and the very small rectangular present in his hand before hastily setting it down by the door and then spinning around to follow them.]

[Hetch pauses, looking back at him.]

Hetch: Okay, what are you doing?

Manager#0: Uh. Well. My office is in the same direction, so…!!

[Another pause for about 3 seconds.]

Manager#0: Can I walk back with you please.

[Hetch’s hand presses against their mask’s forehead for a second as they sigh, before letting go.]

Hetch: If you must. Come on.

[Manager#0 pauses for a moment before making a very quiet, very brief squeak noise and quickly trotting to catch up with them.]

Manager#0: So!! Who do you think got you in the Secret Santa? Could be anyone. Really. 

Hetch: Not anyone. Technically.

[A beat of silence.]

Hetch: What are you holding?

Manager#0: …Who, me?

[They are still alone in the hallway.]

Hetch: They didn’t blind you, right? Yes, you. What do you have?

Manager#0: I mean. What does anyone have, these days? Really? If you, uh, think about it? Uhm. [Sigh.] Okay, there was a minor slip-up with the Secret Santa and I accidentally left in an employee who is… no longer available. So… I’m in charge of making sure the person they got still gets something.

Hetch: Ah. That makes enough sense.

Manager#0: [Seems to let out a breath of air he was holding.] I thought so too. 

[There’s silence for a few seconds. Manager#0 tips his head to the Taskmanager as he passes by again.]

Manager#0: What do you think of our new Security measures? [He grins audibly.] Mr. CEO says I’m at the forefront of the anti-rebellion effort. 

Hetch: [They sneer a little.] That man. I don’t like him. Reminds me too much of some people I’ve known near the end of their lives.

Manager#0: [The grin audibly fades.] Oh.

[The sound of footsteps on tiling for about 6 seconds.]

Manager#0: Uhhh. You’ll be happy to know I’m actually doing it, though! My, uh, job. A couple weeks ago I even actually fired someone!! I don’t know if you heard, but HR told me I did a pretty great job. 

Hetch: I wasn’t paying attention. [They visibly shudder.] Not here, anyways. Why should I?

Manager#0: Uh, well, maybe because it’s really, uh. Cool…? I. I thought so. 

Hetch: Cool? … If you think so.

Manager#0: W- Y- Really??

Hetch: Yeah, sure.

[They continue on in silence for a moment.]

Manager#0: I really showed them, too. What the consequences are for disobeying the company, I mean. Metal sticking out of my hands? Pff. No issue. You shoulda seen the other guy, haha. Y’know? 

[Hetch glances down briefly at Manager#0’s hands, squinting before looking ahead again.]

Manager#0: …Err, of- of course they, uh, fixed them. That. It’s only meant to be temporary. Which, well, you wouldn’t think, from. Y’know. The metal apparently embedded in your skin suddenly breaking out of it and tearing up said, uh, skin, in the process, but. You know HR and their exploits. They patched me up alright. 

Hetch: …Sounds uncomfortable.

Manager#0: It wasn’t so bad. Other than… for typing. But other than that. Helped get the job done, at the end of the day, so I’m not too worried about it, haha. 

[The two of them pause as they come to an elevator door, which slides open as soon as Manager#0 presses the button and shut a few seconds after they’ve both gotten on. He pauses before the buttons on the inside for a moment, labelled for the floors three through basement respectively, before hitting the one for the first floor.]

Manager#0: I’m starting to think maybe it was meant to be permanent, though. Maybe. HR… maybe I’m reading into things too far. But they seemed a bit bothered. So… Oh, actually, I was wondering if maybe I’m a bit like… you?

[Hetch coughs loudly, having choked on their own breath. They take a moment to recover before speaking.]

Hetch: There’s no one ‘like me,’ Manager. I’d thank you to never bring. That. Assumption. Up again, yes?

Manager#0: Well- I- I just- [They inhale, and then exhale, somewhat shakily.] I’m sorry, sir, I just, uh. When I was trying to stop that escaped Editor, I- I was… injured. I let my guard down, which was stupid. But by the time I got back to my office! Completely gone! No bullet wound to speak of. And, uh. While I’m not entirely aware of what’s going on with your… uh… 

Hetch: [Angrily.] Condition?

[The elevator doors open. Hetch immediately steps out of it and begins walking away, noticeably quicker than before. Their footsteps are heavier. Manager#0 just idles in the elevator for a moment, noticeably still, before slowly beginning to follow after.]

Manager#0: I’m- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- I didn’t mean- I just wasn’t sure what to make of it. I don’t really know what they did to me, y’know, you’re not supposed to, it- ruins the, uh, magic, I- I guess?? And- And- I just wanted- I know I’m not supposed to pry, I’m sorry. 

Hetch: Magic? There’s nothing. Magical. About this. As for prying. If you know you’re not supposed to pry. [They stop for a brief second, pointing harshly at Manager#0.] Then why. Did you?

Manager#0: [The camera lowers slightly, like it’s shrinking in on itself, even as it continues to follow along behind them. The speed falters.] I’m sorry, sir, I just- in- in all honesty I just thought- maybe- maybe this is a good thing, right? Like- you’re- you’ve always seemed sort of, uh. Lonely? So maybe if there was someone else-

Hetch: Better alone than with you. Clearly, you can’t understand this. I have always been alone and I prefer. It. That way. Clearly.

[There’s a pause, like the hallway itself is holding a breath. Hetch comes to a specific door, and the camera stops in its tracks a few feet away from them.]

Manager#0: Well- Well clearly, making it this impossible for anyone to even want to be around you isn’t exactly doing you any favors, is it?

Hetch: … No. It’s not. [They open the door to their office, stepping inside and quickly turning around to face him. They reach for the door as their eyes narrow.]

Manager#0: Wait- Wait, I’m- I didn’t mean-

Hetch: Too late.

[With those words, Hetch slams the door shut, the lock quickly shuttering loud enough to be heard afterwards. With no windows, that’s the last that is seen of them.]

[He doesn’t move to knock, or say anything else. Instead, very quietly, he takes the object that’s been in his hand–a small, vaguely cylindrical present wrapped in shiny red paper–and places it next to the door. Noticeably, his hands are shaking.]

[Manager#0 backs up a few paces, gaze lingering on the door as if attempting to admire his work, before turning around and beginning to slink away. The hand that was previously holding the present goes up to somewhere past the camera and pulls away the hat from earlier in a red clump and lets the arm fall loosely to his side, while the other reaches for the camera.]

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[leeus-writing]

The Green Fairy strikes again

Pretty please can I request an accidental marriage with Zack Fair… I do believe it’s high time Zacky boy had a good ol’ taste of the Walled Fairy

The Green Fairy strikes again

You were new to the Wall bar, learning the ropes had been easy during the quiet times but now was your first evening on a busier evening. You still, however, did not fail to spot the two SOLDIERs, Turk and Guard entering. It was like a strange boyband that you’d forgotten you’d booked that night. In fact, you half thought they were that evenings entertainment until they sat down.

Sephiroth looked at Reno as he fell asleep resting on his hand. The guy had had twins a year ago and well… it showed nicely on his face. Zack was chatting away, but the two men hardly listened. Cloud had zoned out, trying to think of what drink he wanted to order.

“So Walled Fairy then?” Zack asked, “It is Clouds birthday after all.”

Sephiroth and Reno shared a look, they just shrugged and silently vowed not to touch the stuff.

Zack was quick to jump up and run towards the bar.

“Cloud… Don’t drink the walled Fairy,” Sephiroth warned.

The blond just nodded slowly.

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You approached the group half an hour later. The one they called Zack was getting pretty drunk, the others were taking their time over other drinks ordered. It appeared the bottle of Walled Fairy Zack had ordered, was being drunk only by Zack.

You collected a few bottles and glasses when Zack grabbed your arm. You blinked and looked at him.

“Have a drink! It’sh Clouds birthday!” he said with a chuckle.

You laughed a little but looked over to your boss, he was busy. You sat down and took the drink.

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Zack woke with his head banging and his mouth dry. He rolled out of bed groaning like an old man and walked towards the window. When he opened the curtains, he immediately knew something was VERY wrong.

For a start he was in Junon… and secondly… he was naked and had a wedding band on.

That’s when he noticed you sleeping soundly in the bed, he didn’t even know your name.

“no no no!” he whimpered looking around for evidence.

He found your name… on a marriage certificate. FUCK it had happened to him now. SHIT, and it was two days after Clouds Birthday night out!

“Err… Y/N,” he said softly stroking your face.

You woke with a start and screamed. Zack leapt back and covered himself with a pillow as you did the same.

“Z…Zack?? From the bar?” you questioned.

“Y-yeah um… funny story…” He held up his finger with the wedding band on.

Your jaw dropped. Seriously?

“Seriously?” You asked.

He nodded, “That and… well Its two days since that day in the bar.”

Your mind raced as you climbed out of bed, ignoring the nude state you were in and looked for your phone. You unlocked it and saw 75 missed calls and 67 texts. The final one informing you, you’d been fired.

You sunk down to your knees as Zack knelt beside you. He pointed to a notification and frowned.

Three people have liked your wedding video

“It was recorded!” Zack said taking your phone and brining up your videos.

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“I’m Married, Sephiroth is married! Zack you need to marry!”

Reno sloshed the cup full of green liquid everywhere, “Oops…”

Zack looked over to you, your head was on your arms. He shook a shoulder grinning like a crazed man.

“What about you!? marry me!”

“Alright,” you hickuped “ten I could show of ta my friendsh. Look at my SHOLDIER HUSBAND!”

You draped yourself over him and he lifted you in a fireman’s carry. He laughed carrying you out. Sephiroth looked into the camera and winked.

A good long shot of Sephiroth’s cleavage was in view for a long time before the camera panned up again. You were both stood in front of The Honeybee Inn.

“Hold dis,” Sephiroth’s voice mumbled as he passed the phone over to Cloud.

There was a great deal of thumbling, a shot of Clouds eye and then the Camera was back on the both of you as Sephiroth initiated the wedding. There was a clatter as the phone was dropped and the screen went black.

| |

“But how did we end up… here?” You asked looking at Zack.

He shrugged and took your phone again looking at your videos. There was another one. He showed you the screen and clicked on it.

“Honeymoon. You guys need a good honeymoon!” Reno shouted wrapping his arms around the both of you.

You batted his hand away as it slipped over your boob.

“Where?” Zack asked.

“Jooo… jooonnonon nnn,” Sephiroth slurred and hiccupped flopping over Cloud.

“Junon?” Cloud asked.

“That’s the one. Junon!”

“YEAH JUNON!” Zack shouted as he fog marched you towards the train station.

“I’ll get the helicopter and fly you there,” Reno slurred. “Wedding gift!” He snorted.

The phone was slipped into a pocket, there was a lot of inaudible chatter and laughter. The sound of a train for a good long while. The camera appeared once again in front of a Helicopter. Reno was climbing in and switched it on.

Zack and yourself climbed on and waved. You reached out for the phone, and it went black.

“How are we still alive?” You asked confused and a little scared that you got on a helicopter!

“Reno is very good at flying,” Zack replied.

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A month passed by, and you hurried through the halls of ShinRa looking for Zack. You hadn’t seen him in a long time. Deciding that perhaps getting drunk married wasn’t wise. But now… well now you had to!

You found him chatting to a helmet clad man. When he spotted you he made excuses and walked over to you.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked concerned holding your arm.

How kind, you both hadn’t spoken in a while, and he talked to you as if you were a long-time friend.

“Zack… I’m pregnant.”

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#zack fair #ff7 #zack fair x reader #final fantasy vii #ff7r #crisis core final fantasy vii

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

"Be Nice To Me" animatic concepts

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loose concepts for what I would do if i made the animatic in my head rn under the cut

(lyrics are italicized, description of visual is not; 'PLACEHOLDER' means idk what to put there lol)

I got boulders on my shoulders

Collar bones begin to crack

There is very little left of me and it's never coming back

A series of assorted shots of Elia looking anxious/stressed but their outfit/appearance changes, indicating passing of time

There are certain things you ask of me

And there are certain things I'll lack

Two shots; one with Tom looking frustrated and Elia looking ashamed

The beginning, we were winning

But now I'm just making up facts

PLACEHOLDER

What's it matter anymore?

If you believe the lies I tell

Elia shaking his head dejectedly; Elia whispering, smiling, into Tom’s ear (slightly blurry to indicate its a memory)

There's no meaning to the words

But we still sing these songs well

Various closeup shots at different angles of Tom and Elia with their hands on each other (Tom’s hand on Elia’s waist; Elia’s hands on Tom’s chest; etc)

If we all left it alone

Tom lying in bed, in the dark, face up, looking worried (camera angled so that we’re looking down on Tom)

I'm sure it'll work itself out fine

Elia lying in bed, on his side, looking regretful (camera angled so we see him in forefront with Tom lying on the other side in the background)

We keep playing with the numbers

Its light out; a couple of shots of Tom and Elia getting dressed/ready for the day

We are running out of time

Two shots paralleling each other of Tom and Elia heading into their respective workplaces

We are running, we are running

screen freezes on last frame and jerks a bit before going black

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But you're a killer and I'm your best friend

Shot of Tom yelling at some random employee and then of Greg looking anxious

Think it's unfair, your situation

Shot of Tom and Shiv together before a crack runs up the screen between them

You say I'm changing

Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same

Tom yelling at Greg and Greg looking angry about it after Tom leaves

Can we talk about this later?

Your voice is driving me, driving me insane

PLACEHOLDER

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I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense

The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense

Tom looking at Shiv and holding her hands in his

I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet

I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went

A scene resembling the one where Shiv tells Tom she wants an open marriage on their wedding night; Shiv has left, Tom looks bitter

You're a flashlight in a dark room or the loneliest black out

You were all we had left after it all was filtered out

I'm turning you on in a dark room right before we both pass out

I'll turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out

They ran out

PLACEHOLDER

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You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon

And all your very worst enemies will be gone soon

Tom holding Elia by the shoulders, facing each other; a shot closeup of Tom’s face, he looks giddy; a shot closeup of Elia looking worried while Tom walks away in the background

I think you're changing

Don't worry, you don't gotta stay the same

Elia looking bitter and scoffing a bit before the camera pans to Tom, from behind, walking away still

Can we talk about this later?

Your voice is driving me, driving me insane

Elia walking home, riding bus, getting home

Driving me insane

Driving me insane

Elia sitting in bed, head in hands, crying

Driving me insane

Driving me insane

Greg, back against a wall, hand over mouth, as though if he took it away he might let out a sob

Driving me insane

Driving me insane

Shiv watching Tom from a distance as he mingles and socializes at some party

Driving me insane

Driving me insane

Head on shot of Shiv’s face, neutral expression; head on shot of Greg’s face, neutral expression; head on shot of Elia’s face, neutral expression; you can’t tell what any of them are thinking

#dark and lonely… i need somebody to hold me #this is stupid but i need to talk about it lest i explode #anyone who reads this ty im giving u a big hug i appreciate it :))

[ensign-cadet]

I think Journey to Babel is an interesting episode for a lot of reasons, though a big part of that is that it explores Spock's relationships with not just the people around him, but also with rules.

If this was someone's first episode of TOS, but they were familiar with more recent material, this iteration of Spock's character would be familiar. He's sticking by rules, to the detriment of both himself and others. And all other characters in this episode, as well as most fans, accept that as Spock's motivations throughout the episode.

But looking at Spock's stated rationale closer, it's clear that that's not what's going on.

[ID: Two gifs from Star Trek: The Original Series. The first gif shows Spock in a blue Starfleet uniform. He is standing in a green room in front of a red-lit glass cupboard that has a vase inside. Spock is captioned saying "My first responsibility is to the ship." The second gif continues Spock's speech, but he is no longer visible, with the shot instead panning to the ship's Doctor (Dr. McCoy) and then to Spock's mom (Amanda). Spock's words are captioned as, "[Our passenger safety is by Starfleet order]". End ID]

Here, Spock's first defense of not going into surgery to save his father's life is over regulations. However, in previous episodes, it's clear that Spock is comfortable disobeying rules for his benefit. In The Menagerie, he commits mutiny to bring Captain Pike to Talos IV, and risks the death penalty by doing so. In The Devil in the Dark, he openly overrides Jim's orders, initially to protect an unknown species, then later to protect Jim. If Spock and Jim weren't so close, both of these instances could likely lead to criminal charges.

And yet, he gets cold feet here. Even if a regulation existed that prevented Spock from temporarily stepping down (which I highly doubt), he's not one to shy away from breaking regulations when he sees fit.

(Also, does the verbiage in that first gif sound familiar to anyone? That's almost word-for-word what he said to Leila when he was letting her down in This Side of Paradise; I half-expected him to finish with "to that man on the bridge". Perhaps that's a subtle indication of where Spock really feels his responsibility lies.)

He then gets a bit more specific, in saying he doesn't want to hand over command in such a stressful situation.

[ID: Two gifs of Spock in his room, in front of an intersection between a white and green wall. He is making eye contact with and speaking to Amanda offscreen. Over the two gifs, his words are captioned: "Any competent officer can command the ship under normal circumstances. / The circumstances are NOT normal." The word "normal" in the first gif is underlined. End ID]

Oddly, that's a completely different defense. And not a logical one, since Scotty has been at the helm in equally stressful situations, like in A Taste of Armageddon, or The Apple, for example. It would even be a reasonable argument that Scotty is better in command than Spock, considering how stressed Spock got in The Galileo Seven. Also, because Spock is in his room here, someone else who's capable of command must be at the helm already, so why don't they just stay there? As much as I hate to admit it, Amanda was right-- before she went on her racist and manipulative tirade-- in that Spock should be able to hand over command to someone else.

He also talks to his mom about Vulcan philosophies, but given how it doesn't benefit anyone to have an acting captain who's so keenly distracted, it's not a logical argument to stick with.

[ID: A set of three gifs from the same scene as above, where Spock is talking to his mother. They are standing in front of a white wall with red lighting. He paces around her such that his face is only visible in the second and third gif. Amanda's expressions are never shown to camera. He is captioned saying, "It means to adopt a philosophy, a way of life, / Which is logical and beneficial / We cannot disregard that philosophy merely for personal gain." End ID]

So, what's making Spock behave like this? I don't think his sudden inflexibility here is because he cares for Sarek less than Jim and Captain Pike. That may be true, but Spock was the one who suggested the experimental procedure, and already volunteered as a donor before Kirk got injured. It's also not to impress his dad with Vulcan stoicism, since Sarek wouldn't live to see that play out.

In answer to that question, the episode posits that Spock's distress over his dad's critical condition makes him unable to think clearly. Though, Spock wasn't contradicting himself like this until Kirk got hurt. Before Jim's injury, he was following a coherent thought and behavior pattern (as in: dad is injured -> research ways to help -> talk to the doctor about it). But afterwards, his level-headedness went out the window, to the extent that when he went into the surgery (only after being led to believe Kirk was okay), he was restless and asking for Jim, despite the fact that he should have been unconscious from medication.

[ID: A gif of an operation from the same episode of Star Trek: The Original Series. In it, Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel are standing over an unconscious Sarek. He is wearing a green surgical blanket and his chest is underneath an angular grey medical device. Spock is laying in a different bed, and between them is a wall mount that connects four tubes; the two coming from Spock's side have a light green liquid, and the two going to Sarek have dark green liquid, to indicate the filtering of Vulcan blood. Spock is awake, sat up in bed, when Bones asks, "Where do you think you're going?" and Spock replies, "I must see the captain." Nurse Chapel reaches for a syringe. End ID]

I'd be willing to buy that both his dad and Jim's injuries causes Spock to be stressed out of his mind. However, the pacing of the episode shows that it's Jim's less severe stab wound that pushes him over the edge, to the point where he's forgetting things and not able to justify himself. I even believe Spock thought his actions were logical, he just lacked the self-awareness to realize he was incapacitated.

[ID: A set of two gifs, where Spock is lying upright in a sick patient bed. He's wearing an outpatient robe, and behind him is a red pillow and grey metallic headboard. Spock is staring at the floor until partway through the second gif, until he looks up to make eye contact with Kirk offscreen. Over the two gifs, his words are captioned: "The thing I don't understand / Is why I didn't think of it earlier." End ID]

I don't have a good conclusion here, other than that his actions make no sense unless he was worried sick (about Jim, specifically), which destroyed his rationality, objectiveness, and reverted him to Vulcan emotional barriers in a situation where it's illogical to have them. It's baffling to me that no one in the episode questioned Spock's logic, since his sudden adherence to rules is inconsistent with how he behaves normally, but it does fit in with his tendency to get agitated when Jim is injured.

#I don't know if anyone wanted an ungodly long post about this but #Spock's decisions bothered me a bit because on the surface level they make sense #but then if you think about it further it doesn't #so then you have to think about it even more to justify his character motivations #and I may not be looking but I haven't seen anyone try #also this took so much effort that at some point I just have to let it go akjsdfhlkdsjh #journey to babel #tracking tag #rambling #spirk #k/s #star trek tos #long post #<- I don't think it's that bad if you don't include image descriptions but still

[wordborne]

All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1, 2/?

You changed your locks twice. Bolted the windows and kissed the crisp, autumn air goodbye in favor of keeping that psychopath away from your home. And things were okay for a couple of days. Hell was still going on. Dishes were still being tossed at a wall, denting it here and there and making a mess on the ground. But you hadn’t seen Jerome at all -well, you technically had on TV and newspapers, always sporting that creepy smile of his, eyes burning through the camera. 

This was, for once, the most peaceful day you’ve had. Work was okay. You didn’t see anyone getting murdered in plain sight. Money was tight, but you deserved something nice, even if it came in the form of takeout that was barely worth the price. You didn’t want to cook. Didn’t want to clean. And lounging on the couch with your feet on the coffee table, munching away your meal while watching the same ten music videos on repeat and trying to spot something new in the background was just what you needed. 

It took you a couple of seconds to successfully fish the keys out of your bag, only to find out that, once you tried to place the right key in the doorknob, the little force you’d used pushed it open. That’s when you should’ve backed away and called the cops. But no, that little voice in the back of your head, the one that belonged in Arkham, dared you open it all the way.

The lights were on. The kitchen smelled like burnt oil. Your white towel looked like a sad, wet pile in front of the bathroom. And there, on the couch, you caught a glimpse of red before Jerome turned to meet you, smiling as if you’d be happy to see his damn face again. “What’s for dinner?” You gave him nothing. In fact, you ignored him as you sat the furthest away from him with a scowl as you took forkfuls of rice and shrimp, half-pretending you were watching the news he seemed so interested in and… there it was. His face plastered all over the screen, blood drenching his clothes and splattered on his face as he turned around and fired a couple of shots at whoever was chasing him. He was laughing wholeheartedly now, turning to you as if you’d suddenly find it so funny. 

It wasn’t. It only made you lose your appetite. “You’re seriously not gonna give me any?” “No.” He snatched the container right from your hands, eating greedily with a smirk as you feebly glared at him.

“Mom never taught me how to cook, y’know.” He started right after taking a mouthful of rice. “She was too busy fucking guys in the other room, so I had to make-do with that I found. Mostly sandwiches. Things a kid could make without burning the house down in the process. One time, I accidentally splashed water in a pan full of oil and got the beating of my life for it. The guy she was fucking joined in too. Imagine getting punched in the face by someone wearing tighty whities.” He said that so nonchalantly, as if it was something normal. Natural, even. “Anyways,” He continued, waving a dismissing hand. “Tried to make the beef you had in the fridge. Didn’t like it. Threw it out the window -which, by the way, I had to force open because someone bolted it down. I tried the chicken, but the pan was too hot so it ended up raw in the middle. Also threw it out. Do you think alley cats can eat pepper?” “You’re kidding, right?” Jerome smiled. You scrambled off the couch, tearing open your fridge’s door only to find out the bastard was telling the truth. The beef and chicken were gone as well as half the milk jug. And, on the counter, was your cereal. A little shake was enough to tell you he’d eaten almost the whole box of it, small as it was. “I went grocery shopping yesterday.” “Not my fault.” He replied with a mouthful of food in his mouth. “Not your fault?” You hissed. “You broke into my apartment, made me lie to the cops, broke in again, and ate the food I bought for the week.” “Don’t pin the cop thing on me, doll. You could’ve said the truth.” “I’d be dead right now if I had.” “Atta girl.” Nowhere in your apartment felt safe anymore. Not the kitchen. Not the living room. Not even the fucking bathroom. All you had was your room, so you walked past Jerome and locked yourself in there, not quite bothering to do everything you’d done last time to prevent him from getting in. He’d do whatever he wanted. That was awfully clear. So what if you were crying now? Jerome Valeska, besides being a killer, was a fucking asshole with mommy issues, and that wasn’t your fucking problem. He wasn’t your problem. Except he was there, invading your personal space. Telling you his life story as if you gave a damn about what he had to say after everything he’d done to Gotham. Normal people didn’t do what he did. They were supposed to rise above it all. Become better. Stronger. Jerome simply brought his wrath down into the city and plunged it in never-ending chaos. Chaos that had now creeped into your apartment and refused to go away.

“Aww, are you crying? Do you want me to say I’m sorry?” You ignored him, angrily wiping the tears with the back of your sleeve and leaving red marks on your cheeks. You didn’t want him to apologize. You wanted him to leave you alone.  “Why me?” You croaked out after a couple of seconds of silence. You heard a slight thump as he leaned against the door, taking his sweet time before answering. “Shouldn’t have left your window open if you didn’t want anyone barging in.” “An open window isn’t an invitation, Jerome. Neither is a locked door.” He hummed. “Depends on who you ask.” “Just… go away. Please.” He didn’t. He was still inside way after midnight but nothing would stop him from killing you if he truly wanted to -and, if you were being honest, you’d rather go in those blissful moments of being half-asleep where everything was still muted and blurry-, so you forced yourself to close your eyes until sleep took over you. The morning after, you found shitty handwriting on the grocery list pad stuck to the fridge. Waffles Syrup Cereal that doesn’t taste like ass Real milk That yellow shampoo you had last time You sighed.

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Kingdom Hearts II: Final Mix Recap: Space Paranoids (Syntax Error)

We open on the camera zooming through a lot of computerized grids and pixels and wireframes to arrive on a shot of Sora laying on the ground.

Sora is now much paler with monochrome hair, wearing blue armor with glowing, blue circuitry patterns covering the entire thing.

He pushes himself off the ground to inspect his surroundings, revealing the world around him has the exact same aesthetic as his armor.

He then notices his new outfit, and starts inspecting how he was changed by this whole trip as well.

“Sora!” Donald cries out.

Sora turns to see Donald and Goofy, unarmed, their hands in the air, surrounded by a bunch of little Emblem Heartless clad in black armor with yellow circuitry. Also, both Donald and Goofy have the same visual aesthetic as Sora applied to them.

“Go on, show them who’s boss!” Sora encourages.

A wireframe beam materializes a tall, pale man in white armor with red circuitry right next to Sora.

“Who’re you?” Sora questions.

“I am Commander Sark,” Sark (Tron) states.

“A Heartless commander?” Sora snarks.

“Observe,” Sark orders as he points at Donald and Goofy.

The tip of his finger lights up, and Donald and Goofy shriek and writhe in agony as their circuitry patterns flash between yellow and red.

“Okay, you’re the boss! I get it,” Sora relents.

Sark lowers his finger and folds his hands behind his back with a smirk.

Our heroes are thrown into a prison cell, a beam of red light that pierces the starless sky visible over the horizon.

Donald and Goofy look out the window over the blocky landscape, with Sora walking up behind them, questioning what kind of world they’ve found themselves in. Donald and Goofy have no clue.

“You’re in a mainframe computer system,” the cell’s other occupant, who’s sitting against the wall, reveals.

“A what system?” Sora, who as we’ve established can’t computer, questions.

“A computer system – for processing data,” the prisoner reveals as the camera pans over him, revealing him to be a pale man in white armor, covered by blue circuitry patterns, “This system is a copy of one created by a corporation called ENCOM. The original program was destroyed.” He rises to his feet. “But this copy was acquired by another User.” He walks towards Sora, Donald, and Goofy. “The new User updated and customized the programs, renaming the system ‘Hollow Bastion OS’.

“He used the system for town maintenance, and to advance his private research.”

He introduces himself as “Tron” (Tron) and explains that he’s a security program.

“But now I’m under arrest, same as you.”

“Did you guys get any of that?” Sora asks Donald and Goofy.

“Gawrsh…” Goofy remarks, “You know… maybe we should just introduce ourselves.”

“I’m Sora.”

“And I’m Donald.”

“Nice to meetcha, Tron. I’m Goofy.”

“With that configuration, you must be Users,” Tron observes.

“Users?” Sora questions.

“You’d better get out of here, quickly,” Tron explains, “Who knows what the MCP will do to you?”

“MCP?” Sora questions.

“The Master Control Program,” Tron elaborates, “It controls the whole system. If you idle here, you’ll be de-rezzed.”

“De-rezzed?!” Donald shouts as SDG freak out (somehow recognizing what that means).

Sora asks how they get out of here.

Tron thinks for a second, then turns to face a yellow computer terminal at the back of the cell, right next to wear he was sitting a moment ago, explaining that it could’ve gotten them back to the User world, if the MCP hadn’t cut the power 50 microcycles ago.

“If we could bring the energy core in the canyon online, we could power it back up.”

The only issue is that they’re stuck in this prison cell. It sure would be nice if they had some way to unlock the door and just walk out to get the core.

But alas, the energy field with a keyhole flashing on its center is locked tight, so they’ll need some way to get around that.

Sora thinks for a second, but then remembers that he has a magic key that can open anything, and summons the Keyblade (now sporting the same aesthetic as the rest of the world) to his hand.

The Pit Cell has a single save point behind you, and an energy barrier right in front of you.

The overworld music for Space Paranoids is known as “Space Paranoids”.

To progress, attack the barrier, which’ll cause it to drop “Data Clusters” that fill the “Clusters” meter. Once it’s full, use the “Freeze” reaction command to channel those clusters of data through your Keyblade and into the energy barrier’s keyhole, which will freeze the energy and cause the barrier to disappear.

Meanwhile, Sark is speaking to a wireframe of the MCP’s face, questioning why they don’t just de-rezz Tron.

The MCP reveals that it still hasn’t located the password to the dataspace.

Sark suggests using a logic probe.

“With all your processing power…”

“Out of the question,” the MCP states, “The current environment hampers the processing power needed for such an analysis.”

An alarm goes off, and the MCP dismisses Sark.

“Deal with the remaining anomalies in the system – or else,” the MCP orders, “End of line.”

“Acknowledged,” Sark replies.

Back in the cell, in a textbox cutscene, Tron is wowed by Sora’s “unique functions”.

He then states he’ll go with them to the canyon.

“You’ll need someone who can interface with the energy core, right?”

Sora thanks Tron for the help.

TRON HAS JOINED THE PARTY!!!

Tron currently only has three abilities: Item Boost (boosts the effects of items), Jackpot (increases the number of prizes dropped), and Auto Change (automatically switches out defeated party members for fresh ones).

He has 1 armor slot, 1 accessory slot, and 2 item slots (filled with a Potion and an Ether here at the start).

His weapon is his Identity Disk (+3 Strength, +0 Magic), which he throws at enemies from a distance as a ranged attacker.

The Moogle Shop, located here in the Pit Cell, belongs to Artemicion, who sells Hi Potions.

You cannot access the Gummi Ship from the Save Points in this world.

Just outside the cell is a large chest that holds the Pit Cell Area Map, unlocking the mini-map in the surrounding areas.

Stepping on the circular platform leads to a cutscene where Sora, Donald, Goofy, and Tron board it, and it takes them up to the nearby ledge.

This is the Canyon.

There’s a large structure in the middle of this small area that houses a bunch of fragments, and a computer attached to a strange device.

You have to use the “Access Computer” Reaction Command on the control panel on its base to continue the story.

This device is the energy core, and atop it lies several slots containing white cubes with pink circuits, though one of the slots is empty.

You have 2 minutes to “find the real parts”.

A bunch of cubes descend from the ceiling.

One of them lights up, and this is the real one.

Then, all the cubes start moving as the light gradually fades from the real one.

The movement stops once the light completely fades from the real one, allowing you to walk up to and perform a combo on it.

The music that plays during this challenge is “Byte Bashing”, Space Paranoids’ battle theme.

Once you land a finisher on the cube, the challenge is cleared.

Sora directs the cube into the empty slot with his Keyblade, and the energy core lights up and sinks into the floor.

As soon as it locks back into its proper place, all the circuitry on the floor lights up as power is restored to the sector.

Back in the Pit Cell, the terminal turns back on.

Sora asks if that was it, and Tron confirms it was.

Tron also asks if they could do something for him, and is taken aback when Sora instantly agrees.

Donald states that since he helped them, they want to return the favor.

“You guys really are Users,” Tron remarks, “Your actions are totally illogical.”

He suggests they hurry back to the pit cell.

In order to progress the story, you must head back the way you came and interact with the terminal with the “Access Computer” Reaction Command.

The terminal then pulls up a menu for destinations, and asks if you would like to go back to the research lab.

Select “Yes” to return to Hollow Bastion and continue the story.

“So what’d you want us to do?” Sora asks as Tron fiddles with the terminal’s control panel.

“Find my User,” Tron answers, “He’ll give you the password to access the DTD.”

“You bet!” Donald agrees.

“So, um…” Sora’s voice trails off.

“DTD is the name my User gave to the dataspace,” Tron explains, “Copies of all the original system programs are stored in there, along with anything that’s sensitive or restricted.”

Goofy asks if there’s anything about the Heartless or Organization XIII in there.

Tron thinks it’s likely to be the case, and goes back to fiddling with the control panel.

“A number of my functions were appropriated the last time I took on the MCP,” Tron explains, “That’s why I need the password.” He rises to his feet. “If I can get inside the DTD, I can access my original backup program and restore all my functions.

“Then I’ll be able to put this system back the way it was before the MCP got control and changed everything.

“The way it was supposed to be – a free system for you – the Users.”

Goofy notes that the MCP is one of those programs too, and asks if Tron knows who made it.

Tron does not, actually.

“Okay, we’ll just have to find your user and ask him,” Sora replies, “What’s his name?”

“You mean you don’t know?” Tron remarks, “My User is the User of this system: Ansem the Wise.”

“Ansem!?” Sora, Donald, and Goofy shout.

The terminal starts glitching out.

“Looks like the MCP’s onto us,” Tron comments as he goes back to fiddling with the control panel, “I’ll keep this terminal up and running, you better exit this system, now!”

“Sure… but Tron… Ansem is…”

“We’ll get ya the password!” Donald interrupts Sora’s explanation.

“Okay, you’re good to go!” Tron states as he steps out of the way, “Hurry!”

Sora, Donald, and Goofy approach the terminal, and are teleported out of the system.

(Credit to Mudarrow and KH Wiki.)

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Gonna be honest, I watched Tron like. Once? When the movie came out? And I don’t remember jack shit about it.

#submission

[theblinkserial]

Chapter 4

July 12, 2024

5:18 PM (CST)

KTXB Evening News

20 minutes after The Blink

Andy Waller is not a world-famous newscaster, not by a long shot. If you asked someone in New York or California who he was, they wouldn’t have a clue. But ask that same question in one specific corner of northeast Texas, you’ll find that everyone knows Andy Waller’s name.

And if they don’t, they certainly know his face. Perfectly symmetrical, clean-shaven, distinctly charming, Andy’s youthful face appeared every night on TV screens throughout the local area just before Wheel of Fortune, where, for the last five years, it had stolen the breath from middle-aged women sitting beside their snoring husbands on the living room couch. Andy Waller had become a household name for countless families throughout the state, a man who sat right across from the couch and read the events of the day out loud with that devilish grin flashing out at his audience.

Today, however, Andy is not smiling.

“We—We’ve just got another video,” he stammers from behind a BREAKING NEWS banner along the bottom of the screen. His voice no longer has that over-enunciated confidence inherent of newscasters. Instead, he has reverted back to his native Texan drawl. “This one was sent in by a viewer from Mount Vernon a few minutes ago. Can we switch over to that one?”

A moment passes, Andy’s face awkwardly motionless in the center of the shot as the news crew works to pull up the video, then the screen cuts to black.

It starts with a view of a Little League game filmed from the bleachers. The field is old, the borderlines between sand and grass blurred in several places from wind and time. A chainlink fence surrounds the field’s perimeter, and beyond it grassy Texas fields extend to a wall of forest far in the distance. Small shadows of cottonball clouds drift effortlessly across the world. It is a perfect summer day.

The metallic ting of a bat striking a ball, then the sound of parents cheering and clapping as a young boy runs tottering toward first with everything he’s got. Just before he reaches the base, the camera drops and gasps fill the stands, the same sound you expect to hear when one of those Little Leaguers gets hit by a foul ball, but when the camera pans back up it is like four hours have passed in the span of a few seconds. Twilight now blankets the scene in a hazy dimness that causes the camera to auto-adjust its focus. A blurry flock of small birds takes flight over the field, followed by a handful of bats zigzagging through the air at the mistaken belief they overslept their circadian alarm clocks. The cameraperson aims upward and zooms in on the Sun, and it is immediately clear that something is wrong.

Though at first washed out from the brightness, the camera shortly begins absorbing more and more detail as the Sun’s glare diminishes. What started as a perfect circle has morphed into a gibbous shape, like the moon a few days after it is at its fullest. As the shape continues to deform, the sky begins to darken, the clouds changing from white to gray and then to almost black. In less than half a minute, the Sun has become only a fraction of its former brilliance, the progression resembling a sped-up video of the moon’s phases. From full to gibbous to quarter in the span of a few seconds.

The crescent Sun wanes further, its last sliver glinting like firelight along the blade of a new scythe. Beads of light flash and pop along this strange hairline curve in the sky, sparking briefly against the ever-darkening backdrop, and then it is gone.

The video goes black, but concerned voices can be heard from the parents in the stands. Were it not for these whispers, people watching from home might think the video has ended, but it hasn’t. The camera zooms out to show the field now bathed in the harsh glow of tall stadium lights. On the field, the Little Leaguers stand with gloves hanging limply by their sides, all of them staring straight up at the stars.

All but one.

The kid who’d been headed for first moments earlier is now rounding third, too focused on scoring a home run to realize the world just ended. He slides across home plate and jumps to his feet, fists raised and a triumphant grin on his face as he looks to the stands, then his gaze shifts upward and he begins to cry.

This is where the video ends and Andy Waller’s perfect face returns to the living rooms of Texas. Rather than charming, though, his face is haggard and haunted. Shocked. Afraid.

“Uh,” is all he manages to say before glancing slightly up above the camera. He stands up and walks out of frame, leaving an empty desk in the shot. A minute passes like this. Indistinct voices mumble in the background, doors creak open and clang shut, footsteps shuffle around just out of view.

When Andy returns, his eyes are somehow even more haunted than they were, like he hadn’t believed the videos and reports coming in until he looked outside for himself.

“Uh,” he repeats, then clears his throat, remembering the hundreds, maybe even thousands, of unseen eyes currently fixed on him. “I just looked out the window and, uh, the sky is dark. This is real. The—The Sun seems to have . . .” Andy trails off, eyes again drifting back behind the camera as all thoughts of TV broadcast etiquette leave him.

He doesn’t know that his segment is already in the process of going viral, that, because it is one of the earliest and clearest videos shared of the Sun’s death, it is already being posted to Facebook and Twitter and Reddit and being sent to other news stations around the world, where it is shared again and again. He doesn’t know that his face will shortly be one of the most famous faces not just in Texas, not even in the United States, but in the entireworld. He has always wanted this kind of fame, has always secretly prayed for the day his face would be beside the likes of Anderson Cooper and Lester Holt, and his prayer to be a celebrity television star will be answered a dozen times over before the week is out.

Andy has no idea that in the next few days, his brief segment will become the most watched video on the Internet, breaking records as the fastest growing viral video in the history of the world.

He also has no idea that it will be one of the last viral videos mankind will ever produce.

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