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dastardlydandelion · 3 years

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g isn’t for gun (edited)

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content warnings: child abuse, blood, injury, character death

Billy’s back is against the wall in the garage, shelves of Susan’s gardening supples pressing painfully into his spine, taste of his father’s hand lingering in his mouth. The salty hint of the sweat from his open palm, the waxy residue of the polish he’d been using to clean his guns. They’re still here on the workbench, he was interrupted by a call from the school. Billy’s in trouble for truancy again. He’s skipped one too many days and he’s in trouble, and he can still taste the hand of his furious father as it balls into a fist and punches him hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. His father’s knuckles plow into his stomach a second time and he could hate himself for the whiny-wimp-bitch noise punted from his throat.

“Do you like making me look like a jackass?” Neil demands. “I think you think you do!”

Billy raises his head and finds his mouth go dry at the thunderous, dangerous look on his father’s face. Any comebacks he had dissolve in his throat and he. He can’t.

“Leave my brother alone!”

Billy looks past his father. There’s Max in the middle of the garage, lily white complexion budding rose red with a roaring anger too big for her body. She’s petite as is and appears even more so in her baggy skater clothes of choice. Her fists are balled too, held up like she actually wants to hit something. That scares him for her sake, for what Billy dreads will happen if she actually dares to throw a tantrum in front of an already irate Neil.

“This doesn’t concern you, Maxine,” his father states clearly and coldly without even turning around.

“Get outta here,” Billy snaps in agreement, glowering pointed daggers.

Because he can picture it in detail so vivid it’s nauseating. Max’s throat in the crook of Neil’s elbow. Eyes flooding with tears as the pressure goes taut. Max coughing and coughing when Dad finally releases, if she isn’t out cold like Billy is sometimes, on the really bad days. Billy returns his attention to his fuming father. Max takes a couple steps back. That's going to be the end of her involvement. Good.

In a distant way Billy admires Max’s grit and yeah, okay, maybe it feels good that she gives a shit about him, but Billy’s private sentiments don’t compare to his fear. His stepsister needs to fuck off for her own safety. He looks back to his father, meeting and holding his gaze with steel. Billy prepares himself for more yelling, then the unmistakeable cock of a gun has them both freezing.

“I said leave him alone!” Max screeches like a falcon, M1911 stretched out in front of her, bluebell eyes burning in defiance.

Now Neil does whip around and for a moment he hesitates, just as taken aback as Billy. His mouth screws open and then his face hardens.

“I said get outta here!” Billy shouts so loud it rips his throat. Max is one goddamn gutsy firecracker and he’d be impressed by the act of rebellion if it wasn’t bound to get them both killed.

Max’s blazing eyes flicker over the blood at the corner of Billy’s mouth and she holds her ground. “No! I’m sick of living like we’re in a prison! I'm sick of living like we have to ask him permission just to fucking breathe!”

“Maxine, you put that down right now or you’re going to be in a world of trouble,” Neil warns, dark and seething.

She responds by pointing it at his head. Neil growls, lurching right toward her. Billy suddenly finds the ability to move. Quick as a viper, he darts in between them, pushing back against his father. For a moment he isn’t entirely sure exactly who he is protecting and then he realizes it’s both of them.

Billy is protecting Max in case she misses. He’s protecting Neil in case she doesn’t.

“Calm down, Dad! She’s fourteen, she doesn’t know what she’s doing!”

“That’s exactly why she needs to put it down!” Neil snarls right in his ear.

“Get outta here, Max!” Billy shouts for the second time, grinding his jaw as he struggles to restrain his infuriated father.

“You ungrateful little brat!“ Neil roars.

“Move, Billy!” Max shouts, finger on the trigger.

And Billy does move but not quite of his own accord. Neil swings an elbow and the next thing he knows, pain bursts through his face. Billy sees stars as his cheek radiates white-hot hurt. Stunned, his grip slips. He stumbles and hurriedly scrambles back between his father and his stepsister, pushing at him again daring to imagine the fight going in his favor, if only he could take Neil on the floor. Before Billy can go forward with the slapdash plan in his head, there’s a noise not particularly unlike a firecracker on the fourth of July. It almost matches the stars as they recede from his vision.

Neil drains pale and suddenly stops resisting. Billy looks back over his shoulder at his stepsister, actually sees the orange flare from the muzzle as she fires again. Giving a startled cry, Max swaggers sideways, arms jolting with the recoil she was all too clearly unprepared for. As far as Billy knows, this is Max’s first time shooting a gun and that one’s definitely too much for her. It’s Max’s first time shooting a gun she isn’t ready for and Billy— Billy realizes her aim, her accuracy, well, without any practice, it’s—

“It was an accident!” Max yips behind him, frantic, nearly as shrill as Susan in her distress. “Shit! Holy shit, Billy, you’re bleeding!”

Billy is struck with the realization of just how shoddy Max’s accuracy is as his efforts to restrain Neil turn into efforts to hold onto him so he doesn’t fall— so he can steady himself and remain upright. Neil doesn’t even push him away. He’s gone strangely silent, ghost white as Billy fists into the collar of his navy blue button-up.

“Yeah,” Billy mutters, vaguely annoyed as he blinks down at the egg sized exit wound cascading crimson into his favorite white muscle tank. The bullet tore right through the thin strap of the sleeve and the pristine white fabric thirstily soaks up all the blood that just keeps pouring. “You shot me.”

No way he’s salvaging this shirt. Strangely, it’s the shirt he’s more concerned about. It doesn’t hurt like Billy thinks it should. He feels like he got stung by a wasp. He watches connecting canals course down his arm, a small scale rain shower of ruby falling from his fingertips and pattering to the concrete. He just watches, numb, flabbergasted, not hurting like he believes he’s supposed to.

“Maxine, go open the truck passenger’s seat.” Neil commands, steely and stern but somehow the boiling rage of mere moments before receding to a different kind of exigency. “Now, hurry up!”

And for all her defiance just as recent, her palatable hate for their shared monster, Max immediately obeys. She slams her palm against the button to open the automatic garage door and limbo bends herself under the aluminum as soon as she can. Darts off, soles of her sneakers swiftly slapping the cement.

“Can I let go of you for a sec?” Neil urges. “Get you a towel?”

“Uh…no. No, sir.” Billy shakes his head. He thinks he’ll fall. He really does. His head is swimming and the bones in his legs are suddenly squishy as gelatin. He also doesn’t actually trust Neil not to go after Max.

“Come on, you can stand by yourself for a second,” Neil argues. “It’s just your shoulder, be a man.”

Against his better judgement, Billy lets Neil let go. The garage door is open now. Billy stares down the driveway and watches Max fling open the passenger door with the hand that isn’t holding the gun. She’s still holding it. Billy doesn’t understand why she’s still holding it but then Neil’s pressing a towel against his shoulder and now— now it does hurt, throbbing all the way to his back with the horrible and just plain bizarre sensation of something grinding like peppercorns beneath his torn flesh. Billy clamps his jaws around the scream in his throat.

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” Neil repeats with every step he shepherds Billy toward the truck. “You’re alright, we’re going to the hospital.”

“I’m really fucking bleeding,” Billy remarks and he’s not sure if he’s arguing or not, if he’s being contrary or simply making an observation.

Max is still there, wild eyed, M1911 foreboding and menacing and awkwardly large in her trembling hand.

“Put that back right now, Maxine,” Neil growls, practically shoving Billy in the passenger’s seat because apparently he’s not moving fast enough by himself. “Put that back and go to your room until your mother comes home!”

Max takes a long look at Neil. Her eyes seem to shake in their sockets.

“I’m sorry, Billy!” she yelps and just like that, she spins on her heel and takes off down the block. As she pistons she picks up speed, legs pumping hard, arms swinging at her sides. She’s running away again. She’s run away before. Twice. This is the third time. Three strikes and she’s out. Billy’s stomach sinks with the dread.

Max is doing everything she shouldn’t be doing and he isn’t going to be able to protect her from the backlash. Not like this. Not this time.

“Maxine! Goddamn it!” Neil shakes a fist after her but makes no move to pursue. He’s still very pale. It makes the flecks of Billy’s blood on his face stand out that much more.

“I’m bleeding,” Billy reminds him and maybe that’s not what he’s supposed to say, not the tough thing to say, not the macho thing to say.

“Dad, there’s blood everywhere,” he continues and he’s trying to be calm. His voice is level and he tries not to sound like he wants to cry even though he kind of does and if he does, Neil’s going to taunt him all the way to the ER for being a pussy-baby-wimp-bitch-loser.

But Billy can’t lift his arm and there’s blood all over. His shirt is ruined and it’s in his jeans now, the towel in his hand has already soaked to the point of uselessness. His head is spinning and he’s terrified of what Neil is going to do to Max. Horrified at the prospect of being unable to do anything about it.

He doesn’t really get along with Susan but Max being spared the full force of Neil’s wrath is one of the few unspoken understandings that exists between them. But Billy isn’t going to be able to hold up his end of the bargain like this, he doesn’t think, or— or maybe. Maybe he can if he redirects Neil’s anger now. If he takes this opportunity to really get under his skin. It’s all that there’s left to do.

“This is all your fault,” Billy accuses when his father finally slides into the driver’s seat.

“Say again?” Neil seems distracted more than taken aback, clumsily fumbling with the keys.

“It’s your fault,” Billy repeats. “Max is just a kid, she didn’t know what she was doing.”

“Horse shit,” Neil growls. “You bet your ass that little brat knew exactly what she wanted to do.”

“Still your fault,” Billy challenges. “She’s right, we can’t even fucking breathe without your permission. You try to control everything…one of us was gonna do this eventually. If not Max then me. Or hell, maybe even Susan would’ve went Linda Couch on your ass.”

“Jesus H. Christ, I always knew you were an ungrateful son of a bitch, but to say something that disrespectful? After everything I’ve done for you, you'd say something like that?” Neil finally jams the key in the ignition, blinking like he’s dazed before he angrily starts the truck. He gives himself a shake as he guns it into the street, tires squealing. Houses blur past and turn into trees.

“Yeah, everything you’ve ever done for me,” Billy sneers. “Beat up my mom—“

“Hey, that whore slung her pussy every which way the wind blows! Hell, for all I know, you’re not even mine!”

“Oh, I’m yours, all right.” Billy rolls his eyes. He’s feeling woozy and his hands are wet and he’s kind of scared now, but not as scared of bleeding as he is scared of what Neil will do to Max if her fails to secure his father’s ire now. She’s in trouble either way, but Billy hopes he at least has a chance to mitigate the pain that’ll come her way if he can get Neil seeing red in his direction.

“Let’s keep going down the list of all the wonderful things you’ve done for me that I should be oh-so grateful for. Let's see, you broke my shit whenever I struck out at Little League practice—“

“You improve under pressure, Billy. That’s just who you are.”

“Broke my actual leg once, do you remember that? Back when I had my paper route?”

“…that was an accident...”

“Pfft. Barely.”

“You were kissing another man’s wife! What I did wasn’t half as bad as what he would’ve done if he’d been the one to catch you.”

Billy just rolls his eyes again. He could go on but Neil beats him to it.

“I fed you, I clothed you, I kept a roof over your head!”

“Right.” Billy huffs hotly, blinking as he lifts the towel to take a peek at his shoulder. “So like, the bare minimum.”

“Don’t get smart with me. You don’t have the faintest idea what it takes to be a parent. What it takes to be a fath—“ Neil breaks off, violently hacking into his hand.

Billy gapes at the saucer of red when Neil’s hand retracts from his mouth, the beads glistening in his facial hair.

“Whoa,” Billy gasps in realization. “Max shot you.”

“…yes.” Neil wipes his palm off on his jeans, shifts his eyes back to the road as he bitterly continues, “It’s a bullet, Billy, it had to go somewhere when it tore outta you. Bullets don’t pop like bubble soap.”

“Holy shit.” Billy has no idea how he didn’t notice. His father’s shirt is darker than his, but still. “Wait, should you be driving?”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been shot, William.” Neil keeps his eyes ahead but he’s so pale he’s almost translucent and a foreboding feeling grows deep in the pit of Billy’s stomach.

“Oh, Jesus, not that again.” Billy cackles wildly and it hurts, it sends torturous throbs all down his arms and across his trunk. His ribs stick into him like he's made of mashed potatoes and he cackles maniacally anyway. “You and your stupid wounded warrior bullshit—“

“Don’t you dare insult my service!” Neil forms a fist and Billy knows he’s going to get hit but then his father’s coughing into the curled fingers instead and it sounds wet and he shouldn’t be driving. No way in hell should Neil be driving, they shouldn’t be on the road, this empty road with nothing but trees on either side as the seats soak up their blood.

“I wouldn’t give a flying fuck if you had a hundred purple hearts,” Billy taunts scornfully and he’s never, ever dared to say anything like this at all actually, but if he doesn’t now, he never will and he’s feeling as vindictive as he ever has. His heart is suddenly as light as his head. Above all, he finally feels free and isn't his freedom what Neil supposedly sacrificed for?

Fighting for his freedom, that generously noble thing Neil did that supposedly grants him this unalienable right to pull rank above everybody else?

“You're an asshole, Dad. And I bet you cling to that military bravado because you enjoyed shooting people. Wrap it up in all the red, white, and blue you want, you bastard. I see you, I know who you really are. You’re just some asshole who likes yourself best when you’re hurting other people.”

And even though he’s still coughing and there’s red spurting through his fingers, his father’s eyes meet his and Billy realizes he’s actually hurt him. For the first time in his life, possibly, he’s actually gotten in a dig that had an effect, made a profound impact. For the first time the pain in Neil’s eyes matches his own and Billy revels in it right until the moment they swerve off the road.

Metal crunches like stomping on a beer can. Billy pitches forward, seatbelt biting into him hard, wounded shoulder jarred as his teeth rattle. It happens so fast, the cacophony, the heart-pounding moment of impact.

The moment is. Then Neil is not.

Suddenly the truck’s in a ditch and Neil is undeniably dead, slumped forward in the seat. The horn blares continuously, uninterrupted and earsplitting under the slack weight of his forehead. Billy reaches over and clumsily pulls him off of it just to make it stop. The way Neil’s head lolls creeps him out and makes him want to puke at the same time.

“Yeah, you’re dead alright, you bastard,” he mumbles.

He closes the lids of his father’s blank eyes with a sweep of the hand and swallows against the sight of his own blood smearing across his face. He’s still bleeding. He’s probably dying too. What a fucking crapshoot.

Billy feels cheated. Action heroes on the big screen never die when they get shot in the shoulder. It’s always a flesh wound. But Billy supposes he’s never been the heroic type anyway.

His heart hammers, chest tightening as he realizes he’s graduated from frightened to flat-out fucking terrified. He’s bleeding all over and his injury throbs with a diabolical vengeance. He could be dying. For a moment he thinks maybe he’ll hold his dad’s hand because he’s dead now, and he can’t swat him off, and then Billy realizes how goddamn stupid that is.

“You’re an asshole and I’m not gonna die with you,” he mutters, shifting in his seat, getting his good hand on the door. He gets it open and half-hops-half-falls out of the truck.

Hitting the ground sends a torrent of torment ripping through his shoulder and Billy lets himself scream. Pulls himself up anyway, stumbles to the side of the road with his hand clamped over the bloody egg hole in his flesh, painful sensation of peppercorns grinding together beneath the meat. He wonders if he should just keep walking…if he can keep walking.

Billy’s definitely dizzy now and he feels like he might fall over again because he’s pretty unsteady, uncoordinated. It’s a little harder to breathe than it was a few minutes ago, he thinks. It’s like he can’t catch his breath and maybe that means he’s panicking even though he’s trying not to panic, panicking won’t help and Neil is dead. Neil is dead?

Yeah, Neil’s dead. Billy won’t die with him. He refuses. He at least needs to get away from the truck. If he’s gong to die, it’s going to be at least twenty feet away from his good for nothing, piece of shit father who just got exactly what he deserved. Fuck you, Dad, fuck you and your pretend patriotic freedom fighter bullshit.

Billy prides himself on knowing he hurt him. That their last conversation was one where he was the one to render Neil speechless. The lingering satisfaction gives Billy a boost he uses to push on a bit further. He’s swaying like a porch swing before he sinks to his knees in the grass.

Maybe he just needs a break. He’ll take a break. Catch his breath and then he’ll get up again and…

And walk to town?

Check himself into the ER?

Shit, he’s fucked. Billy is so, so fucked, and the pendulum swings and he’s freaking out again and trying to get up and he never ever should’ve let himself sink, he should’ve known better than to let himself go down because it’s so much harder to get up this time.

Billy wonders about Max. He wonders if she still has Neil’s gun, if she’s still running around with her finger on the trigger. He wonders if she knows she killed Neil. Wonders if she knows she killed Billy because she did, didn’t she?

He can’t get up.

He blames Neil more. Yeah, he blames Neil more. One of them was always going to do something, right?

Billy understands, of course he does, how many times had he thought about doing that himself? How many times had he brought the muzzle to his own mouth and jammed it against his teeth not to die, he didn’t (doesn’t!) want to die, just to get away from Neil.

He’s still thinking about Max when there are headlights and people here, people he knows, Nancy Wheeler and her smoking hot mom. Billy blinks at them blearily, wondering if they’re real. When they begin to pull him up, his ruined shoulder screams and the musky scent of Karen’s perfume wafts over his nose, and it’s all too vivid to be a dream.

“What happened?” Nancy asks, Karen asks. Alarmed. More than once.

“My dad’s dead but it’s not her fault,” Billy explains.

They must know this, if anything, they must know this. If he’s going to die in the backseat, Nancy pressing Karen’s hastily stripped leg warmers to his entrance and exit wounds, then it must be known that he doesn’t blame Max. Because if Billy doesn’t blame Max, then maybe the law won’t blame her either. Maybe somebody already called the cops because sure, some of their neighbors are geriatric and deaf as all hell, but there were two gunshots and a redheaded girl taking off like a bat outta hell with a gun in her hand, and none of it was inconspicuous.

“He made her do it,” Billy emphasizes.

Karen’s pushing the pedal to the metal and burning rubber like a NASCAR champion and god, if Billy didn’t want to roll around with her before— if he survives this, he’s definitely taking her to a motel —but that’s not the point. It’s Neil’s fault. He practically did make her do it. Force her hand because he was just like that and the pressure of living under him just did things to you, Billy knew better than anyone.

“He made her do it, it’s not her fault.”

“We got it,” Nancy promises, voice weirdly jittery considering she doesn’t particularly care for him at school. “We got it, okay? Maybe stop talking and just breathe?”

“Bossy,” Billy mutters.

It is getting harder to breathe. It’s like he can’t hold onto the oxygen long enough before it’s whooshing right out again. Billy doesn’t understand why. He isn’t shot in the chest, it’s his shoulder, just his stupid shoulder, it shouldn’t be screwing up his ability to breathe.

Only maybe being shot isn’t why he can’t breathe, maybe being scared is why he can’t breathe. Because he’s panicking, right? He’s panicking, remember?

Maybe he’s outright having a panic attack. He’s had them before. He tries to drown the memory of them down with whatever he can get his hands on, really. But now he is undeniably scared. Neil is dead and Billy is still fucking scared of what’s going to happen to Max. She has blood on her hands now and they’re not going to let her off the hook for something like that just because she’s a kid, are they?

It’s mostly Neil’s fault but it’s kind of Billy’s fault too.

Max picked up the gun because Neil was going at him. And Neil was going at him because Billy skipped school. But it’s not like following Neil’s rules was ever a guarantee anyway. Fuck it. Sometimes it helped, sure, but sometimes it didn’t do a damn thing, how the hell was Billy ever supposed to know the difference?

Nancy’s speaking to her mother with something urgent in her voice. Billy looks at her hands. Stares at the glaze of red staining her skin up to the wrists as she presses down desperately hard on the sodden leg warmer bundled over his shoulder. He wishes someone would turn the heat on. It’s starting to get cold, which is weird, because the weather is warm and balmy today.

He feels himself drifting by the time they’re at the ER. He’s only rudimentarily aware of the transfer from the Wheelers’ car to the stretcher. His own legs quaking under his weight and other hands on him. He makes it onto the thing with help and then there’s a shit ton of people in his face. They’re mostly yakking at each other and not him, but there are a few questions fired in his direction.

Billy manages his name and phone number and repeats as much of the story he’s sticking to as he can. It wasn’t Max’s fault. Neil made her do it.

More or less, that’s the truth.

* * *

Billy feels weird. Surreal and vaguely nauseous. The lady in scrubs is so short, she’s perhaps not even five feet. Stocky and rounded with pudge next to Susan who stands nearly six and lithe— not in the least because Neil always rode her ass about staying a trim, presentable trophy wife —it’s sort of like staring at a shetland pony beside a hanoverian horse. Billy doesn’t mean to say this out loud, but he thinks he does because after the thought concludes, Scrubs scowls and Susan pinches the bridge of her nose.

“I know equines,” he mumbles. “My mom took me to the fair…”

He remembers it. That big barn with metal box fans and a rainbow of ribbons next to the horse’s names on the stalls. Mom holding his hand steady and making sure he kept his fingers flat so they wouldn’t get chomped by the velvety lips seeking treats in his palm. He remembers the warm scents of hey and alfalfa swirling together, wafting up his nose, the horses’ tails like paintbrushes swatting at insects fluttering by.

“Billy, I know you’re groggy, but can you focus for me?” Susan asks, lowering her hand. “Please?”

Billy blinks at her, shrugs his shoulders— tries to, anyway. It prompts a spike of pain through the left and well, of course it does. He got shot. That’s right, Max shot him. Wow. He wets his lips with his tongue and glances down, tracing languid fingertips over the thick bandaging.

“Feels kinda heavy…” Billy wonders how many layers there are for it to feel this heavy, just how much gauze and batting separate his fingertips from his wounds.

“You had surgery, hon,” Scrubs explains gently. “We had to repair an arterial bleed and the bullet broke your scapula.”

“My spatula,” Billy agrees hazily, attempting to blow a low whistle that comes out as more of a rasp. “Whoa…shit, surgery? S’it serious?”

In theory, being shot sounds kind of badass. Neil always talked like a badass when he showed his scars off. But Billy’s stomach is sinking, worry already resurfacing from the murky lake of his mind.

“It could’ve been much worse.” Scrubs gives him a pat on his good shoulder Billy thinks is supposed to be reassuring. Her hands are unpleasantly clammy and he blinks dazed eyes against the touch.

“Billy, where is Maxine?” Susan prompts, worriedly nibbling her lip.

“It wasn’t her fault,” Billy defends, vehement. “She didn’t mean to. Neil…”

Neil’s dead.

That’s right, Neil is dead. Billy snapped at him. And then he died. And a few things happened in between that. He shouldn’t have been driving. Why didn’t he just call an ambulance instead?

“…it’s his fault.”

“But where did she go?” Susan asks, each word spoken slow, voice a mix of fear and frustration. “It’s been hours and she still hasn’t come home.”

“Hours?” Billy echoes, blinking rapidly. “What?”

Doesn’t feel like hours. Maybe like, one hour tops since he’s been here. They asked him questions. They gave him an oxygen mask he tried to fight off until he realized how much better it made breathing. He was cold. It wasn’t Max’s fault.

“Ma’am,” Scrubs interrupts. “Your son isn’t—“

“She’s not my mother,” Billy declares at the same time Susan corrects, “S-Stepson.”

They stare at each other for a moment and Susan anxiously rubs her hands together.

“Do you have any idea where Max went, Billy?” she pleads. “This is very important.”

“No…but it’s not her fault. She owes me a new shirt…but she didn’t mean it. Neil was scaring her, Max just…” Billy trails off, worried about saying too much. Who knows who’s listening.

Susan sighs softly and glances away, visibly uncomfortable.

“I’ll help you look for her,” he decides.

It’ll be much better if he and Susan find Max before she gets picked up by a cop.

“Oh, um…don’t worry about it.” Susan shakes her head. “The Wheelers brought you in, I know she goes to school with their boy, um…I suppose I’ll start there.”

“I’ll help you,” Billy insists because he was there, so his input is going to be key in keeping Max out of trouble.

“That’s not necessary.” She gives him a dubious look.

“You don’t think I can?” Billy challenges. “Psh. M’not a wimp, Susan, s’just my…my spatula? Gimme five minutes and I’ll be good to go.”

He just needs to find his shoes, or something. New shirt. Shirt and shoes. No shirt, no shoes, no service.

“Alright then, Billy,” Susan concedes to him, never was much for arguing. Shares a look with Scrubs and runs a hand through her hair. “You take your five minutes. I’ll pull the car around.”

Billy bobs his head, glad for her cooperation. He’s out and around more than Susan is, he has a better mental map of the town and where Max hangs out. Not only is it better for Billy to find Max because he was there, but Susan is bound to find her faster with his geographical guidance. Billy might be a little banged up but he’s not some useless coma patient. Max needs him to help find her and say whatever he can to keep her free. Max freed them from Neil and Billy is going to make sure free is how she stays, that one snap decision she made scared won’t end in their household prison exchanged for a brick-and-mortar one.

Billy waits until Susan leaves the room to close his eyes. He isn’t going to sleep. He definitely isn’t. He swears to himself he won’t. He just needs a moment to collect himself. Only a minute or two, just to get his bearings…

#my fic tag #billy hargrove #max mayfield #neil hargrove #susan hargrove #fixed this #mostly #here u go #i have too many wip but this was halfway a prompt so

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bitch-i-migth-be · 4 years

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Crash Course | Chapter 05: Priorities

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman,

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Vlad Masters, Ember Mclain & Kitty, Danny Fenton & Cujo

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton,Cujo, Ember Mclain, Kitty, Lunch Lady, Younblood, Skulker, Johnny 13, Random ghosties mentions *boo*, Vlad Fucking Masters Everyone

Words: 6′582

Tags: BAMF Danny, Ghost zone shenanigans, Sibling bonding, Shenanigans, Swearing, Family dinners, Heteronormativity?? The fuck is that, Danny in Cosplay, Ghost King Danny,

Summary: He swore his sister was trying to make him go into cardiac arrest - considering his halfa status that was quite the accomplishment-

But there was no other explanation to his sister’s stubbornness, and if he knew her at all there was just no talking her down from interning at goddam Arkham.

A/N:

Some of you *coming here for the fights, angst and The Drama™ that a DP & DC crossover inevitably involves*: “Hey-”

Me *Trying to write fluffy shit to liberate and soothe my deranged soul from this mortal prison*: “S'up?”

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This is so long compared to the other chapters. Whhy is this so loooong. UGH- It’s almost double the length of the first four chapters together? I thought it was less? This would have been bigger if I hadn’t posted chapter 4 first? What is happening

THIS IS ON AO3, IF ANYONE WOULD PREFER TO READ THERE. LOVE COMmENTs so if u have anything to say IwillBeReallyHappyYesThankU

CHAPTERS: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7

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Phantom was currently drifting on the Ghost zone trying to hunt down his next unsuspecting victim among the ghosts.

‘Oh, how the turn tables.’ the halfa chuckled.

Jazz had kept her word and after pulling an all-nighter they had come up with some interesting options.

Now he just needed to pull them off.

The sound of growling at his back made him freeze on his tracks. He turned around to look at the source of the sound.

“Oh,” Well, this certainly had not been on the plans. To stumble upon such a mighty beast this early on. He smiled. “Hi, Cujo!”

The happy barking that followed the greeting was rather endearing, normally whenever he crossed paths with the pup he would spare some time to play with him and teach him some tricks. After some months of the pup following him around and of the halfa trying to deny to anyone who would listen, especially Val, that the dog was not really his, Danny finally gave up and got him a new collar.

The little guy was quite spoiled nowadays.

Sadly, right now he was on a timeline.

“Sorry, bud. No playtime today, I’m on a rather tight schedule.” Phantom cooed softly, reaching down to briefly scratch behind the pup’s ears.

Cujo sat on his hind legs, paws in the air and tail wagging, effectively cutting off his path.

Not like he couldn’t try to fly around, mind you, but with a dog that could go gigamax on your ass, it was better to just talk your way out.

Just when Danny was about to open his mouth the pup upgraded to excited wiggling on the non-existent floor of the zone.

The halfa sighed to himself. Fond smile growing without his explicit permission.

“Cujo-” he tried, just to be interrupted again. “And there goes the whining, Oh. My. God.”

The boy covered his face with his hands, not daring to look until the sounds stopped completely. After a moment, he finally took a peek from between his fingers.

Sad, puppy dog eyes were looking up at him, small little whine making a comeback.

Fucking shit.

He was going soft.

-.-.-.-

“Match head.”

The sound of the nickname momentarily dragged Ember’s full attention from the tuning of her guitar to the new arrival.

“Baby Pop.” She took notice of the green puppy posing as a hat on the white-haired boy’s head and snorted, eyes going back to the guitar. “Blessed the eyes. You going Cruella on us now or what?”

“Please,” The boy jested. “Like we need a remasterized skulker around here.”

“At least the woman did it for fashion.” She hummed. “You would make a horrid carpet, you are too fucking skinny.”

“Excuse you, bitch.” Phantom shot back, irritation clear on his voice. Ember rejoiced on it.

She faked a gasp,“ Are you saying you want Skulky to make you into a rug, baby pop? Scandalous!”

“T-that’s not-!” the halfa spluttered before Ember cut him off.

“What do you want, cupcake? It’s not like you to venture so far into the Zone willingly unless you are looking for blood.” She questioned, carefully putting her guitar back in the case.

The boy huffed.

“Whatever, Ashley,” he grumbled under his breath. “I think it’s time we revisited the terms of our agreement ” The boy sat by her side nonchalantly, not noticing — or outright ignoring — the sudden rise in temperature as the girl’s blue hair flared violently, a deep frown marring her face.

Cujo did notice. But the little doggo was more distracted with the movement of the pretty light-emitting hair, and the fluffiness of the hair on his current method of transportation to register the imminent danger to his fur.

Priorities.

“Revisit? You want to fucking revisit?” She growled. “I will tell you what you can fucking revisit-!”

The halfa just laughed at her reaction. Ember’s hair doubled in length. The laughter died off.

Her hand was getting dangerously close to her guitar.

Danny swallowed hard, deciding to just get on with it before Ember tried to use the instrument as a wanna-be war hammer again.

“It’s quite the contrary, my dear flaming hot,” he rushed to appease her “I want to expand on it,” he said, throwing in a sickeningly sweet smile for good measure.

He hoped it was enough to regain her attention in a more positive light. He didn’t want to explain to Jazz why his ghost form’s eyebrows were singed off. Again. He didn’t have time for more lectures. Thank you.

Luckily, If the hair-inferno reducing to a cheerfully blazing bonfire and the growing smirk taking over ember’s face was any indication he had succeeded. Cujo whined for the loss. Danny wanted to squeal for the win.

He did not. But it was a very close thing.

“Oh ho, now we are talking, baby pop.”

-.-.-.-

The window of opportunity to pull this off was very small. He had to take into account the amount of time that had passed since the last fight, the reason for the aforementioned fight, and how much of an emotional investment the objective really held for it to be a proper detonator.

This operation required surgical precision, which meant a lot of preparation. And research.

It was a good thing it happened so often.

“I will be direct with you, sister,” Phantom spilled, sprawling himself on the free seat on Kitty’s right side. “your bitch boyfriend doesn’t know the jackpot he hit with you and that just ain’t gonna fly.”

knowing where Kitty would end up after a fight with Johnny was not a problem. tracking down which bar she was going to be crashing for the aftermath was the real problem.

Danny hadn’t even known there were bars in this place.

In the last months of his treaty with one Ember Mclain, he had learned plenty of- interesting facts about the Zone that he would prefer to forget. Not that he really had an option, Jazz had taught him early on that information on the enemy — and sometimes on friends —was a valuable asset to ensure victory.

So he would play dumb about knowing these things. But he would not forget about them.

Couldn’t afford to forget them.

If the Ghost Writer pulled another surprise quiz on him and the answers were less than perfect the man would riot.

The halfa stretched out a hand to take a menu and leaned his elbows against the bar-top. Cujo chose that moment to leave his position on the teen’s head to sit next to his forearm so he could peer at the menu too.

He skipped the drinks section and went straight to the food. There was no way he was getting any alcohol.

Don’t get him wrong. They would serve him whatever the fuck he wanted if he asked for it on the zone, but the teen had tasted it before and hated it with a passion. Fuck the peer pressure. Never again. Good for when you are sad? Bitch, just get ice cream. Maybe he should have asked Ember for Kitty’s favorite flavor and save himself the hassle. Oh well.

Too late now.

Danny chose his order but decided to risk a look at the drinks for non-alcoholic options while he waited for Cujo to paw at whatever he wanted.

Kitty, who had been spluttering and getting progressively redder since he made his entrance, was about to smack him upside the head because even if it was true the brat shouldn’t just go saying it like it was any of his goddamn business. They were in the middle of a crowded bar, these people didn’t need any more confirmation for her relationship problems. Couldn’t she keep some dignity?

Before her hand could connect though, a pair of arms surrounded her, bringing her firmly into a backward hug against a warm chest.

A very familiar warm chest.

Startled, she looked up to stare into fiery green eyes.

“Cool it kitten,” Ember purred, clad in a leather jacket that was, most likely, scammed off some unfortunate soul. Still. She looked damn good. Kitty got so tongue-tied she couldn’t manage to even begin to stutter a response, let alone a protest. Danny took advantage of Ember’s intervention to finally place his first order. “Babycakes is right.” Ember continued, effectively cutting off all the air from kitty’s sails once and for all, because really, Ember was her best friend and if there was anyone who knew exactly how many times Johnny and Kitty had fought it was the blue-haired girl.

Kitty let out a defeated sigh and wiggled a little on the embrace to settle into it properly. Might as well get the best out of this-

“Oh, they have frappes!” Phantom trilled in awe. Kitty twitched.

If only Phantom would go away. Ugh. She couldn’t deal with males right now.

“Can’t you leave that thing alone?” Hissed Ember, who had seen the teen open the conversation with her kitty kat just to completely ignore her right after in favor of the menu. The bitch boy needed to focus, they were supposed to be on a mission here.

“Hey! You were the one calling me skinny earlier!” Remarked the teen, only to get a raised eyebrow back from the rockstar.

“As if a single frappe is going to fix that. Give me that!” She sneered at him and snatched the laminated paper from his hands. Phantom tried to snatch it back and failed. So he resorted to pouting and tried to give her the sad puppy dog eyes.

It wasn’t going to work with the matchstick, he knew, but it was good practice.

To pull this shit with Ember you had to be either Kitty, Youngblood, or an honest-to-god puppy. He was not risking ticking off Kitty more than he already had. Youngblood was not here — for obvious reasons—. Cujo was here and didn’t hate him, but sadly the dog wouldn’t be any help right now.

The pup was already accepting belly rubs from the waiters and completely ignoring the world around him.

Again: Priorities.

So really, Danny was just doing this for the sake of being extra.

While Ember and Danny continued with their dramatic standoff, the other girl blinked rapidly and turned her head towards Phantom.

“Oh” Kitty’s bad mood banished almost magically in favor of curiously peering at the teen’s figure. Danny fidgeted on his seat apprehensively.“I hadn’t noticed. You are really lean.” Ember snickered. Cujo — coming back from the belly rub induced coma — barked. Phantom sighed and just accepted defeat.

“I suppose that’s somewhat better-” He grumbled under his breath.

Kitty allowed a tiny smile to escape from her lips but shook herself slightly to get back on track. “What are you two even doing here anyway?” She asked, alternating glances between them.

“Pretty sure you already know,” Ember answered, rubbing her cheek against kitty’s green hair and sending A Look at Phantom. “Because someone is not subtle. at. all.” She ended with a hiss and a flare of her hair. Kitty winced lightly at the confirmation. Phantom rolled his eyes.

“Oh, Cry me a table, matchstick.”

Kitty knew alright. Ember made it her personal business to get involved in whatever petty fight Kitty got into, more so if it was about Johnny. Phantom getting involved in the aftermath — and not the fight itself — was new though.“It was just another stupid fight. And- You know, his obsession-”

“Nope. That’s no excuse, Kath.” Ember cut her off. “If you can work around yours for him, then so can he.”

“You can do better.” The teenage boy agreed while Ember continued squeezing her.

“What do you suggest then?”

Phantom and Ember exchanged a look, mirth flashing in their glowing green eyes and matching smirks growing bold, they turned to look back at Kitty. The green-haired girl gulped down her growing unease. In her experience, these two banding together was never a good thing for anyone.

“We are here to talk to you about the Remember Initiative.”

-.-.-.-

“Such a skinny boy!”

“Hey! I’m just lean-!” Phantom let out a yelp as he ducked under yet another juice box “What’s with you people and your obsession with my weight-! Ugh! If you would just listen-! Wait. Is that apple grape?” He said the last part in a hushed rush, looking in silent awe at one of the little juice boxes she was about to throw his way.

The Lunch Lady preened.

“Boxy got them for me! 100% Juice Fruit guaranteed!” She was radiating smugness about these facts.

“Oh my gosh- Wait! NO. That’s not what I came here for!” Danny managed to shake himself out of his stupor just in time to keep evading the Lady’s attempts to shove a spoon full of food down his throat while he was distracted with the juice.

The last time she had gotten a hold of him he had ended up feeling like one of his mom’s thanksgiving turkeys. Danny gulped. Best to just go for it and hope for the best.

“Did you know that there are 37.2 million people living in food-insecure households?!”

The screamed question froze the lunch lady on her tracks. At the look of horror his words achieved, he decided to keep going.

“1 in 6 American children don’t even know where their next meal is coming from.”

The lunch lady let out a horrified gasp, “Those poor children-!”

And with that, the woman exchanged her attempts at stuffing him for furious-but-mournful whisperings. She looked really constipated about this new information. Danny almost felt sad. Almost.

“There is a way to help, you know?”

The lunch lady’s head snapped back towards the half-ghost, eyes narrowed in a glare. Not the usual I’m-going-to-choke-your-skinny-ass-in-food glare, but an I’m-paying-attention-to-your-skinny-ass glare.

Danny refrained from openly cheering after sensing his upcoming victory. Better not chance it.

“Have you ever heard about old San Nicolas?”

-.-.-.-

“You know,” Danny murmured, slurping noisily from one of his juice boxes as he watched from a safe distance how Johnny and Skulker got wrecked by a pair of cute-murderous-girls, “I wasn’t expecting that to work so well.”

His only response was a pair of little barks from the green puppy that was happily squirming on his lap.

The boy paused on his watch to look down at Cujo. Danny extended one of his hands towards the puppy to carefully try to swat at him. The cub rolled onto his back and trapped Danny’s upcoming fingers between his paws with a playful growl, giving little nibbles to the appendage.

He couldn’t help the giddy giggles that escaped him.

Those little paws were precious.

At the sound of high pitched screams Danny’s head snapped back up to continue watching the ongoing smackdown, surrendering complete possession of his hand to Cujo to do as he pleased.

If the Initiative didn’t work out, both girls would do awesome on the wrestling circuit. Not like Ember lacked in the costume department.

Speaking of costumes, he wondered if the match stick would let him borrow her feathered hat. That thing was awesome.

Better just ask.

Once she was done throwing down with skulker, of course.

He was not about to become cannon fodder.

Priorities.

-.-.-.-

“Ahoy! me fellow comrades!! Your future Cap'n ’s talking!! I’m here on a recruiting mission to embark on the most perilous dangers of the Realms!! May ye, dear comrades, embark under your own risk! Arrrgh!! ”

Thanks to Youngblood’s presence the main residential area of Phantom’s keep was starting to become complete disarray. The adult ghosts were frantic for the possible kidnapping of the tiniest ghosts that was most likely going to happen. The children amongst them were cheering for the possible playtime in their future.

The guards were starting to panic. No one had seen the kid enter, much less bring along that enormous ship of his. The little brat was not supposed to be here!

“Who the freaking hell let Young Blood get in?!” One of the guards hollered.

“It’s fine, I invited him.” Came the cheerful reply from behind the guard. “I’m expanding the lair so the kids have more space to mess around. Just don’t tell them.”

The ghost was startled at the voice but didn’t panic anymore. Instead, they started to relax. They knew that voice, but they needed to confirm-

“P-Phantom?”

Phantom, in full cosplay and sporting the biggest feathered pirate hat on this side of the realms, landed lightly beside the startled ghost with a little chuckle, “Just play along, man.”

“Also, pretty sure there should be a ‘Lord’ in there somewhere.”

“I-I thought you preferred to not be called that, my lord?”

Phantom winced.

“Ah- No. It’s- You know what? Never mind, I keep forgetting you guys don’t really get updates of pop culture on this side of the coin” Phantom frowned. “I really should see about getting some wifi for this place”

He continued to murmur about the updates he would need to do to the tech to make that possible. But the guard was not paying attention to his words anymore.

They were staring speechless at the whole pirate get-up the halfa had managed to assemble. It had been mostly borrowed last minute — not that the guard knew that—. It looked really good. Especially the gold hoop earrings that kept swaying slightly alongside the fluffy white hair with every motion of Phantom’s head.

The guard let out a dreamy sigh.

Their Lord was so cute.

“How is everything going?”

“Wha-?” Getting suddenly pulled out of their daydreaming

“The preparations?” Danny hummed distractedly, diligently searching for his journal and pen among the numerous layers of clothing he had donned for the occasion. Why the fuck did this thing have so many pockets?

“Oh,” Came the ghost’s soft exclamation, suddenly remembering the requests the owner of the keep had left the last time he had come around. Finally emerging victorious from his search, Phantom turned to look at them, raising an eyebrow at the lack of proper explanation “Oh, yes! Everything is going smoothly, and we received the last confirmations this morning, sir.”

Danny smiled at the answer, completely unaware of the effect his playful smile had on the guard and the other ghosts that had started to converge there upon seeing their ‘landlord’. “Awesome.”

That was the last one.

-.-.-.-

Well, almost the last one.

He must admit that the shell shocked expressions on Sam and Tucker were funny the first few minutes.

But after having to repeat himself over and over again it had gotten increasingly less funny.

“Y-you are leaving?” Tucker stuttered.

Danny sighed, “Yes, we are leaving. As in, Jazz and me.”

After gaping at him for another few seconds, Sam finally gathered herself enough to start talking again.

“what about the ghost?”

“I- um- already took care of that,“ Danny mumbled, nervously avoiding eye contact while playing with his milkshake straw. “I also cashed in some debts and asked some favors from my allies, so most will be taken care of until we come back. Either way, I will leave enough Fenton Tech for the both of you and Val. Just in case.”

“Enough tech?” Sam repeated incredulously. “That’s it? Just leave some tech and jump boat just like that?” Danny frowned but refrained from answering her until he thought it through. Sam wouldn’t accept less.

Jump boat? That was not really the case. Jazz and he had really put some thought into this, heck even before the Internship on Loony Capital had come up — specifically, since Jazz’s breakthrough — the siblings had already been toying with ways to get some of the most persistent ghosts to back the fuck off, distract them with better and useful targets or entice them into submission.

At first, it had been a tentative thing, something fragile that they didn’t let themselves hope for. But with Jazz’s change of course of action, it had become something more urgent.

They had to pull it off. There were no other options.

Danny pursed his lips, then took a deep breath to strengthen himself for what was coming. “That’s not it-”

“You are just going to dump us.” She announced like it was final in a harsh whisper.

At least she was keeping her tone quiet.

“No one is getting dumped, Sam,” Danny tried to reassure her in the same tone of finality, sans the harshness. “I told you. We already thought this through. I already put some plans in motion and rigged some backups and- ok. Meaby they are not good enough to be permanent but-”

“You are going to put everyone at risk just because Jazz somehow got the ridiculous idea that ‘talking it out’ is the answer” She scoffed.

“Maybe it is. Maybe not. We won’t know until we try.”

“They are ghosts-”

“So am I.” Danny Interjected. Sam seemed to choke on her next words.

“You are not a ghost Danny.” She had, somehow, gained a tone even more quiet and harsh than her previous one.

“Aren’t I?” He was looking directly into her amethyst eyes. Daring her to fight him on this.

He already knew she wouldn’t.

She had opened her mouth to rebut but closed it immediately after. She took a long breath; most likely to prepare for her next rant than to calm herself. Weighing her options. She didn’t seem willing to have that particular conversation. Not yet. Danny had counted on that. “It’s still a goddamn risk.” She finally countered, a slight sliver of defeat coloring her words.

Maybe he had been a little harsh, but he needed her to understand. “There is risk in every choice I could make. This is not different-”

“What about us?”

Ok, so she was just getting her second wind. Fucking amazing. “Sam, please-”

“We are your friends!”

“And she is my sister!” He finally snapped.

She startled. Gazing at him speechless for a moment before standing up and storming out of her seat without a backward glance, making the people on her way part like the red sea. Leaving in her wake a bunch of curious persons staring after her and throwing shameless glances to their table.

So much for not causing a scene in the middle of the Nasty Burger.

The boys ignored the stares. They were already accustomed to being the focus of attention. Almost never positive, mind you. But that was what cleansings were for.

Tucker, who had been silent for most of the back and forth, finally spoke.

“She just needs time to cool off.”

The Fenton boy would be lying if he said he hadn’t seen this coming. Sam had always been very opinionated and believed herself to be right most of the time. In her defense, she usually was right and knew how to go about expressing it to her friends without resorting to this kind of standoff. This just appeared to have struck a nerve.

Living with her parents and having to fight for every single choice she wanted to make had left her on a constant defense mode that the boys had learned to navigate in their years of friendship. It hadn’t been easy for anyone. But neither Danny nor Tucker were perfect. They had their quirky shit to deal with.

The three of them stuck together and hadn’t bothered to try and expand their friend group that much over the years. Not like they had many options. But that was ok.

Until now.

With Danny leaving them the relative feeling of a support system was trembling at its foundation.

She was probably scared. So was Tucker if the wobbly but sincere smile he was giving him was any indication.

Danny had to admit that when he let himself think about it he got scared too.

They had been in the same boat for a while and parting ways was not something they had accounted for, not for the near future, at least.

In a weird way, they still would be in the same boat even after they were apart. Struggling to learn how to function without the other there. Sam and Tuck would have each other, they were resilient, he was sure they could cope. He would have Jazz like he always had, enough said. And they would keep going like they always did.

Tucker was right. She would come around. But-

Danny slumped on his seat, running a hand through his hair releasing a big sigh.

“Yeah, I know” He murmured looking pensively in the direction their friend had stormed off. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“So, you are not mad?” Danny asked when he finally turned around towards Tucker.

“Nah, man. Just a little squeezy about dealing with this without you. But if your sister is really going to do this she is going to need you there.” Tucker shuddered a little bit. “I have never been there personally but if the social media and forums are not lying Gotham is a goddamn beast dude.”

The halfa hummed in agreement. Not like Amity Park didn’t have its own reputation on their corner of the internet, but still.

Gotham.

Danny took a sip from his milkshake before doing a mental check-list and frowning, “I’m starting to feel like I’m forgetting something” he whispered.

“Oh god, please don’t say that.”

“It’s okay,” Danny had made his best at planning, so his friends wouldn’t have to deal with the ghost in his absence. But with things like this, you never knew for sure. Not until it slapped you right across the face.“Probably just the paranoia.” ‘I hope’ he finished mentally with a weak laugh.

“Dude,” Tucker started before taking hold of his friend’s hand and squeezing it. “If you need help with anything I’m your man. just say the word.”

Tucker may not understand the full extent of the situation, but he was trying, and that meant a lot to the Fenton. He squeezed back and shot his friend a small but grateful smile.

“It’s ok. Thanks, Tuck-” He cut himself off, being interrupted by the sudden ding of one of Tucker’s devices.

The afro American boy ignored the sound though, in favor of putting his full attention on his friend, an action that demonstrated how serious he was with his words, but Danny was already lost in thought, staring intently at the briefly, but brightly, illuminated screen.

“Actually-” The halfa suddenly chirped, turning his full attention back to the boy across the table. Tucker just blinked back, waiting. Danny leaned forward dragging the other boy towards him so he could continue with a whisper. “You could help me with a pair of things.”

The mischievous smile Tucker was witnessing had come out of nowhere and couldn’t presage anything good, but as it was not aimed at him — necessarily — he couldn’t help but join in.

Several cities over, some of Gotham’s more infamous residents couldn’t find an explanation to the sudden shiver that ran up their spines.

-.-.-.-

When Danny made it back home he didn’t waste time tracking his sister down. She was down in the lab, typing away on the main computer and using one of her shoulders to keep her mobile pressed against her ear.

She was in the middle of a conversation and still managing to rewrite part of the ghost portal code like a pro.

His sister sure loved multitasking.

At the sound of the door closing behind the younger Fenton, Jazz looked up from the screen to shoot a brief smile to her brother before carrying on with her conversation.

“Yes. That’s perfect, I will be sending the three files then-”

The boy froze on his step and blinked a pair of times. She was already talking with one of the G. A. proctors? When he left this morning he had just dumped his proposals on Jazz for a second revision. He wasn’t expecting to have them sent already.

Hmm. Well, to be fair, he had rambled at Jazz about his projects relentlessly whenever he had a chance and didn’t feel like death warmed over.

Which weren’t many times. But once he got into a ramble it was an Olympic endeavor to shut him up. He was a Fenton. It was in their blood. Jazz did it too, even if she tried to chalk it up to healthy-and-completely-natural excitement.

So. Jazz already knew the contents pretty well, it was just a question of pulling off the presentation, which was the thing that Jazz was supposed to check over.

His sister had given him some tips, and even if his parents were not as invested in the writing process as in the practical, the fruit loop had more than enough experience doing it and didn’t give two flying fucks over whether or not Danny wanted his knowledge.

Danny knew monologing was an essential part of a villainous experience but he had spent way too much time listening to Vlad bitch about most of his employees to last him a lifetime.

Even little Madeline couldn’t stop the loneliness that had brought the madness. Danny had put so many hopes in the fluffy thing.

Letting out a resigned sigh the boy decided to just let it go and be grateful that his sister - who had more than five Universities fighting over her- deemed it acceptable already.

He liked writing his ideas down, but using formal language and fudging APA was fucking exhausting.

Good fucking riddance. He thought, shaking his head slightly and sending a light sneer in the computer’s direction. As if the files on it could feel his disdain from his position on the other side of the room.

Danny spotted some of her sister’s nail polish bottles by her side on the table and made a beeline for them and took most of the little bottles before retreating to a chair on the other side of the desk.

He had heard some of the cheerleaders saying that the nail polish helped to keep the nails from getting all fucked up quite as easily, and it had caught his attention.

Danny had looked down at his hands and winced. Normally he didn’t pay much attention to his nails, but ever since getting on a constant string of fights he was more aware of how easily the goddamn things could break on you if you didn’t trim them properly, and it hurt like a bitch every time. It always seemed to be the tiniest things that told you to ‘fuck off’ to your face like nothing else.

Danny guessed that it was worth the try. And if anything, putting some color on them would help hide some of the blood — and ectoplasm — that got under his fingernails.

So he tried it out.

By this point, he was not sure if it really helped or he was just fooling himself into thinking it did work. The only sure thing was that he didn’t feel comfortable going without it anymore.

Danny liked to borrow the clear nail protector from Jazz, but most of the polish he had in his possession had been previously Sam’s. All pastels and cheery colors that her mom kept insisting on buying her because they kept being used.

“Thank you, Miss Gordon!”

If she had bothered to pay more attention to her daughter’s friends for more than sneering at them she may have noticed Danny’s pastel pink nails. But she hadn’t. And that had just ensured Danny a constant supply of pastels to cover his bloodied nails with-

“So, how did it go?”

“Uh.” The boy startled at the sudden proximity of the voice. He looked up from his nails and to his sister, who was now seated beside him.

“The execution.” Jazz prodded, smiling at him in anticipation. It looked downright creepy, considering the words she used.

“Seriously Jazz?” He snorted. “You make it sound like I went there to dispatch murder at random.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” His sister scoffed, watching how her brother resumed painting his nails. “They are already dead. You couldn’t kill them any more than they already are.”

“I could certainly try.”

“Danny-”

“Let’s just say the all-nighter paid off, and leave it at that.”

“So you had fun.” She teased. Stealing back one of the bottles of polish to finish her own nails with a second coat.

“For the most part, but-” He stopped, struggling to find words to describe the sheer mayhem that went down in the zone-

Jazz just hummed and gave him a little nod, still focusing on her nails. Danny relaxed. He could tell her later. When he had cooled off some more from the attack-protect mode he got into whenever he visited the zone. Remembering it all right now would just set him off again.

“So, what do you want for dinner?” The redhead asked suddenly.

Danny blinked a pair of times, perplexed, and stole a look at the clock.“It’s a little late to be asking that, don’t you think?”

“I suppose, but I decided to wait for you and then got sidetracked with the files.” She really needed to work on her awareness of time. “Didn’t even notice the hour.”

“I don’t even remember what we have in the cupboards.”

“Maybe we could-” She didn’t manage to suggest something before she got interrupted by their mother’s voice.

“Dinner is ready!”

“They made dinner?” Danny whispered to Jazz in dread.

“So it seems,” she responded, sharing his dread.

“Why did they make dinner? They never make dinner!”

“I mean, they do for special occasions, like-” She shuddered. “Like thanksgiving.”

This was ridiculous. Jazz and he were normally the ones cooking. Their parents spent most of their time in the lab or trying to hunt down ghosts. Today was not a holiday. They hadn’t invented anything new worth the ‘celebration’. There wasn’t a reason for them to-

“Oh! and Vlad is here~!”

Danny slammed his face against the desk with a groan.

Jazz winced at the sound.

“Time to face the music, little bro” She closed the polish bottles and patted him carefully on the back a few times before standing up and going to the kitchen.

“I still feel like I’m forgetting something…” Danny grumbled under his breath before following his sister upstairs.

-.-.-.-

It was the last Friday of the month and this could perfectly be one of Jazz’s many attempts to make them a functional family unit.

Except that the Fenton girl had let said efforts slip in favor of pursuing her little brother’s scholarship.

Oh, And the fruitloop was here.

Vlad had weaseled into the family’s — unplanned — plans because of course, he did.

“Everything looks absolutely lovely Madeline.”

Jazz would have believed his words. If she hadn’t seen the man poke at the food on the table with the wariness of a man on the death warrant whenever mom was not looking.

The siblings had spent way too many family dinners doing the same thing whenever they couldn’t quite manage to keep the older Fentons off the kitchen. And even when they did, they didn’t lower their guard. The chance of contamination was always a latent threat to the house.

Jazz turned her head slightly to look at her brother. The boy was, very pointedly, not poking at his food and just watched it with all the scorn he could gather. He refused to do the same things as Vlad, which didn’t mean he was crazy enough to try and eat the food on his plate.

The dinner proceeded with making some catching up, abundant science talk, teasing, scathing remarks, sighing, and finally dissolved in a three-way match between the Fenton children and one Vlad Masters to see who could dispose of the food in the most sneaky way.

She had always wondered how the man survived with her parents for as long as he did back in their college years. She knew now.

“Oh! And Jazzrinces finally decided on a college! The G.S.A. is backing up her research on ghosts! Isn’t that incredible?!”

Vlad smiled blandly at Jack. Skillfully suppressing the sneer the man’s cheeriness was trying to invoke to his face. He had lots of practice.

“And Danny decided to tag along to help his sister! Isn’t he such a sweet boy?” Maddie added with a cheer a little more forced than her husband’s. But still, cheer.

Now, that. That got Vlad’s attention. And he decided to take advantage of the children’s distraction to get more information and decide a proper plan of action.

Dany was making it a point to completely ignore the three adult’s conversation. Jazz stuck to taking small sips from her glass of water. That was, until-

“Surely you’re not planning on sending them without some proper equipment, are you?” Vlad tutted. “Don’t get me started on weapons. I mean you never know for certain what will be indispensable, right?”

“That’s a wonderful idea!”

The heads of both children snapped up.

“I mean, most of my research isn’t-” Jazz tried hastily to stop this on its tracks.

Sadly, it was not to be.

“Nonsense Jazz,” Her mom interrupted her, “It’s better to be prepared!”

Vlad hummed in agreement, “They won’t, after all, have anyone else to protect them from those trashy ghosts.”

Just like that, the Fenton parents started to list out loud all the things the kids would surely need for the research.

Vlad smirked.

Danny narrowed his eyes at the pompous fucker.

Jazz resigned herself to keep sighing until the end of times.

-.-.-.-

“How are we supposed to take this with us..?” Danny whispered looking horrified at all the equipment his parents had just thrown their way

“Can’t you just put it in the thermos?”

“The ectoplasmic energies of each Item would clash horribly” Danny winced

“You tried to…?” Jazz side-eyed him

“Yes.” He said curtly, “Wouldn’t really recommend” he continued with the air of someone haunted by the consequences of their life choices. death choices. Both were accurate, she supposed.

Jazz swallowed.

Cue in more silent horrified staring at the equipment.

“Maybe if we start with some boxes-”

“BEWARE!!! THE BOX GHOST!!!”

“Oh my god-!”

“I Fucking knew it!!”

-.-.-.-

A little while after, once the ghost box was gone, and the siblings had retreated to Jazz’s room for safety and the opportunity of proper evening gossip. The fruitloop came barging into the room.

“Ok. I raided the kitchen. There is nothing edible in this house. How do you even survive.” He stated, not asked, in a deeply judgemental tone.

“Magic. Pokemon Magic.” Danny deadpanned from his place on the bed. Jazz, who was cuddled beside him, was still chewing on the dry crackers that managed to survive the onslaught of their parents, for the simple reason that the things had been in her room.

Vlad sighed and started to massage his temples.

“Fine. Truce. Grab your things, we are going out.”

Jazz slightly choked on her crackers. Danny just choked on air. “What? Where-?”

“To get some proper food, of course.” The man sneered like it was completely obvious and tagging a smirk on for good riddance.

“Why would-”

“You have directions. I have the money. Chop chop. Before your parents catch us.” With that, the millionaire turned around and left, leaving the door wide open fully expecting them to follow along.

The siblings stared at each other for a moment before scrambling after Vlad.

Food was more important than playing the archnemesis-game.

For the hundred time that day:

Priorities.

ENDNOTES:

I couldn’t help the fucking references. Danny is a dork and I am ashamed.

-.-.-.-

I headcanon Danny as someone who really likes pet names, be it because he really likes the person or because it pisses them off. Two stones a deader bird.

-.-.-.-

What do you mean The Avengers aren’t a boyband?

-.-.-.-

The siblings are firm believers of the borrowing culture. There is no shame in asking to borrow some things.

Are those Ember’s hat & earrings? Yes. Yes, they are.

Why does Danny have his ears pierced, you ask? BECAUse there is no absolute heteronormative bullshit in this household AND I MUST ADD THAT-!

-Danny & Jazz watched ‘The parent trap’ when they were small little beans and were really interested in whether or not piercing your sibling’s ears was the ultimate bonding moment.

Jazz insisted on researching a lot more about proper sterilizing, mind you- but like the tiny feral unsupervised cupcakes they were, they decided to try it.

Jazz already had her ears pierced, SO, yeah.

It hurt like a bitch for Danny, and Jazz panicked for a week afterward about infections, but it was indeed a good bonding moment.

-.-.-.-

If I ship Jason with some fucking therapy does that mean I can ship him with Jazz?

Ship’s name is JJ for you.

… I just gave myself YOI flashbacks.

Fuck.

-.-.-.-

You might want to say: ‘but author-san, those are not all the ghosts Danny deals with?’, and you are damn right they aren’t, but you must trust in Danny thousand-back-ups Fenton, my children.

(Also, where would be the fun if everyone was accounted for since now? You will see what went down later on. :p)

-.-.-.-

Don’t know if you noticed, but Jazz is not the only one that thinks Danny is a cutie patootie :v

Danny has long ago resigned himself to the being called “Lord” thing. Is better than the ‘K’ word.

-.-.-.-

The thing about the nails is something I do. I started because they looked pretty, I kept painting them because I felt they broke up more easily if I didn’t put like three coats of polish on them.

At least I don’t bite them as much anymore. :p

-.-.-.-

If there is someone on this green earth that knows about the struggles of living with Jack and Maddie Fenton, that someone is Vlad Masters.

Change my mind.

You can’t.

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yulmoldauer · 4 years

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its better not to say such things out loud (Tyson Jost/OC): Chapter One

part 2

Story summary: Mason Wright was recently traded and because an Av. Sometimes a fresh start with a new team across the country is what a guy needs, right? It seems to work out, going to a place where no one truly knows you. That is, until someone finds out what you’re desperately trying to hide.

Chapter 1

Summary: Mason’s had a rough game, to put it simply. It was never the best idea to get into a fight with someone bigger than you. They won even with him taking a five-minute major for fighting halfway through the third period. The team goes out to celebrate his 23rd birthday post-win and Tyson takes care of getting him home and to sleep safely.

Warnings: None, I believe! Just some drinking mentioned and there’s a drunk character if that makes you uncomfortable. There’s also a slur against lgbt people used.

Words: 1,968

Notes: The title is from The Stigma (Boys Don’t Cry) by As It Is. This is the thing with the LGBT main character that I’ve had a few different people tell me they’d be interested in :) I’m having a lot of fun writing and plotting this so far, so let me know if you enjoy!

There were perks to being smaller than most other people in the league. Being an extremely fast and skilled defenseman was one of them.

Being outmatched in every possible articulation, being compared to a chihuahua yapping at a pitbull, everything like that. Which is how he ended up in the penalty box for five fucking minutes, the asshole in the box next to him chirping him the entire time, it seemed like.

“What are you, a fag?”

That was what Mason heard fly by him, aimed at Jost who wouldn’t get into a fight to draw a penalty. Mason knew for a fact that’s what the guy was trying to do. He still took the bait when Tyson didn’t.

Mason was smaller than nearly every player he knew. Watching him get into a fight was exciting yet painful at the same time for anyone with a brain. The other guy was at least six-foot compared to the five-foot-eight Mason. To say it was outmatched…

Mason was going to be lucky if he didn’t come out of this with some scrapes and bruises. A broken nose was pretty likely as well, once he thought about it.

But hearing that word ignited something in him that overtook the reasoning section of his brain and both of them were dropping gloves. Sure, he’d definitely have a black eye tomorrow, but he’d gotten a few good licks in as well.

They still won the game, which was nice.

“Dude, you gotta at least get into it with guys in your weight class.”

“You’re funny, Landeskog. Whole fucking league is out of my weight class,” Mason huffed as he stripped his padding off of his lean torso.

“Yeah, kinda the point,” Zadorov shrugged. “Not your fault you’re smaller, just the way it is.”

“I get it, I’m short,” he ran a hand through his wavy helmet hair and reached down to unlace his skates. “Z, you can fight for me, then. I’ll run my mouth and you can do all the hitting.”

“With you? Don’t take it, man, Wright can go on and on for hours,” Tyson chirped from across the room. That earned him a glove chucked at his face.

“Fuck y’all. I don’t even have a good comeback.”

“Because it’s true!”

Okay, maybe it was true. Mason was just a talker, it’s how it was.

Tyson gave him endless shit about it, but really he didn’t mind. He actually enjoyed just being able to turn his brain off and absorb whatever stuck from what Mason was going on about. Usually it didn’t even matter--ranting about how a show got robbed of some award that doesn’t even matter, spewing information about whatever book he was reading, going off about whatever asshole did something stupid during his day-- Tyson would just let him go until he ran out of steam. Conversations were nice, too, when he was in just a talkative mood as well.

Mason did know how to shut up, though. Sometimes. (Hint: that’s what made him the favorite out of the Wright/Zadorov best friend duo. He could be quieter than Z. They’ve threatened to separate the two on multiple occasions, though.)

“What’d that guy even do to rile you up? You looked pissed,” Nate broke Mason out of his train of thought.

“Just called someone something stupid. I’m not gonna repeat it.”

“He called me a fag because I wouldn’t take the bait for the penalty,” Tyson said soon after. “He’s just a fucking moron because he got a longer penalty than any of us.”

There was an uncomfortable moment as that sunk in, then a few “what the fuck” or “that’s gross” phrases before people moved on to heading to the showers.

Mason was about to sneak away when Tyson called out his name.

“Hey, I wanted to catch you before you hit the shower. You got a second?”

“Yeah, sure. I just have to do some pt kind of stuff before I shower. What’s up?” he offered with a friendly smile.

“I just wanted to thank you for sticking up for me. You definitely didn’t have to, but calling him on it drew a ton of attention to it. I think it’s really important to start weeding that shit out of the sport, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Mason smiled. “I--thanks, man. That means a lot to me.”

“‘Course,” Tyson gave a nod. “And you know if you were, like… y’know, gay or… anything, really, I wouldn’t care. And neither would anyone else on the team. It’d totally be okay.”

Mason wanted to give him a reassuring “I know” but couldn’t. Hockey was definitely not the environment known for welcoming lgbt kids and turning them into well-adjusted, accepted adults.

“Thanks,” Mason murmured. “Really, that means a lot.”

“Of course,” Tyson breathed, like he was getting a huge weight off his chest. “Um, yeah. I’ll let you go do your physical therapy stuff now. I’ll see you at the bar after everything’s done here?”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna ditch you for my birthday, idiot.”

With an excited smile, Tyson turned and headed in the opposite direction.

Once he reached an area to chill out while waiting for the showers to clear out, Mason sighed, plopping into a chair and resting his head in his hands.

Obviously he knew why Tyson brought up starting to call out homophobia and other bigoted shit they were all used to just overlooking. But why did he bring up the whole ‘we’d accept you no matter what’ thing?

The thought of ‘he was very sensitive to a slur so maybe he’s gay’ never crossed Mason’s mind. That would simply be too easy and rational.

Did Tyson know he was different? What exactly did Tyson know? There was no way Tyson would out him, but still. Trusting people to keep a secret was hard. It was just easier to bottle everything up.

God, he needed to figure this out.

Maybe he’d get drunk enough tonight to just forget for a little while. He didn’t get drunk or even drink all that often, he could let go every now and then.

At the beginning of the night, Gabe took his keys, promising that he’d give them to whoever would be driving Mason home. They all knew for a fact Mason wouldn’t drive drunk, it wasn’t even in the realm of possibilities. Honestly, they were more worried about the newly twenty-three-year-old losing them or putting them somewhere so he’d ‘remember where they are later’, which was proven ineffective at the last gathering Gabe threw.

“If you can’t figure out where the stupid keys are, he can come get them in the morning or I can drop them off to him or something,” Gabe rolled his eyes.

“You’re sure you don’t remember where you put them?” JT triple-checked. He’d been the designated driver for a few of them, including Mason, Tyson, and a couple others who had already gotten out to the car.

Mason shook his head. “I’m not even that drunk,” he insisted.

“Uh-huh. Gabe, just let me know if you find ‘em and we can work something out for him in the morning.”

Twenty minutes later, Gabe sent a picture and “anyone know who these belong to?” in the group chat. It was, without a doubt, Mason’s keys, adorned with a keychain reading “DETROIT” in graffiti lettering. He was from Detroit, and everyone knew that he refused to take that keychain off until it literally fell off for some sentimental reason, most likely.

‘Lol where’d you find it?’ someone texted back.

‘My dishwasher. His wallet was there too’

Mason has still never heard the end of that. No matter how hard he tried to explain that when he put them somewhere, it meant that he wouldn’t lose them or buy something stupid online (last time that happened, he bought a thing to hang on a window so your cat could sit on it and sunbathe. Mason has not owned a cat at any point in his life.) and he’d remember where it was once he sobered up.

Of course he still gets relentless shit for it. He wouldn’t expect any different.

Currently, Mason and Z were arm wrestling over a table in the back of the bar, people beginning to call it quits and going home. And with his pride hurt that he could not beat Z in an arm wrestling match, Tyson stole the other’s keys and wallet from Gabe, saying goodbyes and forcing Mason to as well.

“You are blasted, man.”

“Mmph,” he shrugged and laid his head against the passenger window. “I wanna lay down and sleep.”

“You can when I get you home. Gimmie your seatbelt so I can buckle you in.”

Mason followed the order with a small pout, not drunk enough to the point of incoherence but… definitely a little fucked up. Tyson had done this before: dealing with the mopey friend at the end of the night. Mason was definitely one to get mopey or clingy once they left the main event.

“My face hurts.”

“That checks out, buddy. I’ll get you some ice for it back at your place. What?” Tyson continued to ask when Mason stared out the windshield all angsty.

“Still can’t believe I couldn’t beat Z.”

“That guy could slam most of us through a table, don’t beat yourself up.”

“Can’t. Someone already did.”

“You’re full of jokes, huh?”

Mason just grinned sleepily as they pulled into the apartment complex and Tyson had an arm wrapped around his friend to keep him steady. Getting a drunk person to go to bed was usually one of the hardest parts of the night.

“Would you just--”

“I got it,” Mason huffed, fumbling with his keys near the lock of the door.

“Dude.”

“Shut up, you’re gonna wake up my neighbors,” he grumbled, finally getting the door open with a triumphant “see? I’m an adult.”

“I see. Go be an adult and get ready to go to bed,” Tyson rolled his eyes, taking the keys out of the door and locking it behind them.

“I don’t wanna sleep,” he replied quickly.

“You’re drunk, what do you mean you don’t want to sleep?”

“Not tired,” he flopped down on the couch.

“At least get out of your clothes. That way if you fall asleep it’s in pajamas.”

Mason was sprawled out, already clicking through Netflix.

“Fine, I will go get you pajamas. Here,” Tyson pressed a cold compress to a bruise on his face and headed to the bedroom.

“Thanks for driving me,” he heard from the other room.

“‘Course,” Tyson called back. “Here, put these on,” he tossed the clothes at Mason.

“Are you staying here? You can take the guest room, if you want.”

“Sure. Probably easier than trying to get home this late,” Tyson shrugged and headed for the kitchen. As he heard the rustling around of what he assumed was his friend changing, Tyson got a glass of water and painkillers for when Mason woke up.

“I can drive you home tomorrow,” Mason slurred even more heavily as he began getting more tired. He’d managed to get his jeans off and a pair of shorts on before moving onto the shirt. He’d just pulled his shirt off when Tyson walked back in the room with the water.

“Woah,” he said quietly, stopping quickly.

For whatever reason, he’d never realized that he had never seen his teammate and friend shirtless. That was weird, especially when you played sports together for a living. He assumed it was due to the faded scars along his chest, almost in a u-shape under each pec.

He didn’t even know what kind of injury would cause that kind of surgery.

“When did you get surgery?”

Fuck was all that ran through Mason’s head.

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twiceblackvelvet · 4 years

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twice proposing to their idol gf scenario

A/N; this took me a while because i tried to write a different scenario for each of the girls that i felt fit how i view their personalities. hope you enjoy!

NAYEON

You and Nayeon have been dating for almost a year now. The relationship started out rocky, both of you were unsure if you’d be able to keep the relationship under wraps and away from prying eyes. After all, you both have your careers to think about. Neither of you has ever said it but your number one priority ultimately is your respective groups and neither of you would do anything to jeopardize that out of respect for your members.

However, Nayeon has come to realize that her days she spends without you around just aren’t the same. You’ve just finished schedules for your latest comeback whilst she is about to begin them for TWICE’s upcoming album. So, she decides now would be the right time to take things to the next level.

Everything to the finest detail has been planned, breakfast in bed, flowers, a meal at your favorite restaurant finished off with a night together of pure bliss before she’d let the question that has been floating through her mind for weeks slip past her lips.

But no matter how much effort Nayeon has gone to in order to make sure your entire day is special, the world has other plans. The supposed breakfast in bed ends up burnt and inedible. The flower-shop sent out the wrong order for delivery leaving Nayeon with a bouquet meant for a funeral instead of 100 roses. Your favorite restaurant is fully-booked when you both enter and Nayeon’s frustration is at an all-time high when you wander back to her car and the engine won’t start.

“This is not how today was supposed to go!” Nayeon hollers up at the darkening sky.

“It’s okay, we can have a date night once you finish up schedules like we always do.” You try to reassure her but the words just fuel her annoyance.

“No you don’t understand, this was supposed to be special, I planned everything, I even wrote a list! I was going to treat you like a princess, compliment you all evening, kiss your pretty lips until my own were numb then I’d ask you t-“

Nayeon suddenly stops speaking as you stare at her with a puzzled expression.

“You were going to ask me what?”

Sensing that she won’t get another opportunity like this one for a few weeks, Nayeon says goodbye to her romantic plans and just blurts out the question in the middle of an empty car-park.

“Will you marry me?”

Your heart does somersaults as you stare into her eyes full of love. Your body throws itself at hers as you shout yes what feels like a thousand times.

JEONGYEON

The decision to follow your dream and become an idol was a difficult one to make. It was made even harder when your company thought it would be best for you to debut as a soloist. Without other people to rely on for support, you struggled internally throughout your entire debut year. Constant worry wracked your entire being until an absolute angel entered your life.

Despite being surrounded by nine other girls, Jeongyeon related to your issues with loneliness. The pair of you met when you attended one of the groups’ concerts and quickly bonded over your inability to share your concerns with others. You both became each other’s escape in the whirlwind that is idol life and sure enough, a relationship quickly blossomed.

The other members of TWICE were grateful you came along and into Jeongyeon’s life as nowadays she’s far more confident when speaking to them, doesn’t hold back her feelings and often gives her honest input on things such as their concepts or the sound of their albums.

Whilst both your companies and her members are aware of your relationship, neither of you are allowed to let it be known to the world. So, when you opened up your Twitter feed to see your name, Jeongyeon’s name and the word engaged trending, confusion and fear took over your entire body. Surely this was some mistake, an intern maybe had posted the wrong names to an article about another idol couple. Anything other than what you’re currently staring at in bold letters.

Your phone begins to ring and you see it’s your company, probably wondering why the hell this is happening but you don’t even know yourself. Rather than doing the right thing, answering the call and finding a way to fix this, you instead decide to drive to the TWICE dorm to see if Jeongyeon knows what is going on.

When you arrive, you can see Jihyo pacing by the front doors, she calls out for you as you walked past her but you’re too focused on finding your girlfriend to care or respond. Once inside, you immediately head towards Jeongyeon’s room but Mina who is currently laying on the couch playing video games lets you know she isn’t home.

“Where is she? When will she be back?”

For someone who has just found out their members dating news has become public knowledge, Mina is strangely calm.

“A driver picked her up this morning to take her to the company. She’s been gone for a few hours now.”

A few hours? But the news article only just broke twenty minutes ago. Did JYP know beforehand this was going to happen? You wonder why neither she nor anyone else decided to warn you. Before you can let those thoughts overtake your mind, Jeongyeon casually strolls into the dorm with not a care in the world.

“Jeong! What is going on? What did the company say? Are they going to fix this? People aren’t even supposed to know we’re dating, why do they think we’re engaged?”

Confusion mixed with humor is the only way you could describe her face right now as she allows a grin to form.

“Well, this day hasn’t gone how I expected it to go and you’ve seemingly found out before I could properly ask but I went to the company this morning to tell them I’d like to marry you. They wanted to get ahead of it if you agreed but someone made the article go live way before it was supposed to. Now we’re here. So, do you want to marry me?”

There’s so much information to try and decipher with her words that your brain short circuits for a second and Jeongyeon is suddenly looking a lot more worried.

“Of course I’ll marry you.” She throws her arms around your neck and presses soft kisses to your temple. “Just please, don’t announce our wedding until after it’s happened, otherwise I might leave you at the altar.”

MOMO

After a long day of radio shows, interviews, and performances, you’re grateful to return home to your dorm with your members for some well-deserved rest. The intense scheduling for your latest comeback has worn everyone out but especially you as the leader of your group.

Before entering your bedroom to catch up on some sleep, you check your phone to read some of the reactions to your performance. The majority of them are positive, however, a few are comparing you to members of other girl-groups and how they dance or sing better than you do. One name that comes up a few times, however, makes your heart rate pick up.

Your fans know you’re close to Momo, the pair of you showing off your “friendship” with cute “friendly” dates and matching outfits. But what they don’t know is that you two have been in a relationship the entire time. The second you met Momo, you fell for her charming personality and undeniable beauty.

Having read some comments from people saying you should ask Momo for dance lessons, you decide to text your girlfriend for reassurance. You know she will have watched your performance in between her own busy schedule and her opinion is the only one that matters.

You place your phone down on the dresser after hitting send and as soon as your head hits the pillow your body drifts off to sleep.

A few hours later you awake to a shuffling noise coming from the living area of the dorm and assume it’s just the other members messing around or watching a film. You pick your phone up to see if Momo has replied and to your surprise, there’s no text or missed calls. Weird. Momo would usually always respond.

Deciding to leave it for now since you know she’s busy, you scurry off to where there’s now hushed whispers and the slight pattern of feet. One by one your members exits the living area looking at you with wide smiles and glossy eyes. One of them tells you there’s a surprise waiting for you in the front room and your mind can’t help but instantly think they’re up to something they shouldn’t be.

You couldn’t be more wrong as you slowly pushed the door open to see Momo down on one knee with rose petals around her on the floor in the shape of a heart, a ring box open in her hand as she looks up at you.

“After I read your message, I realized that we always run straight to each other whenever even the smallest thing goes wrong or some faceless nobody decides to send us hate. We’re each other’s safety blanket in this harsh world and I never want to lose you. So, will you marry me?”

Face full of delight and overwhelming happiness, you leap into her arms almost toppling both of you over as you press a harsh kiss to her lips to make sure all of this is really happening. All you need is Momo and all she needs is you.

SANA

Hiding your relationship with Sana has never been a problem. The pair of you interact like any other two idols would, politely, with respect and as friendly as possible. However, fans of both of you have begun to take notice of the little interactions during music shows or the awards season which has begun a trend of the two of you being shipped together.

Your company and JYP became aware of this trend and decided to put the pair of you on a talk-show together to appease the fan interest by letting them see the two of you interact.

Whilst Sana found no issue with it, you did. Sana is a naturally flirtatious person, hell, you ended up dating her because she just walked up to you one day backstage at Inkigayo and told you she’d be taking you on a date on your next free day no questions asked. So, sitting next to her for several hours whilst she no doubt flirts with you, it’ll be tough for you not to react how you usually would, like a lovesick puppy.

The first half of the show runs smoothly, the hosts discuss how the two of you became “friends” if it’s difficult to keep up with each other when you’re both so busy and what it’s like to connect with a fellow idol.

But then, the topic of relationships suddenly appears. You being the true professional that you are, answer that you aren’t really interested in dating right now as your group is your priority and you give a description of what your ideal type would be, which you purposefully make the complete opposite of Sana to try and cool off the people pairing you two together romantically.

Sana has other ideas. When asked if she’s interested in dating she answers positively and said that she’s more than interested and that she’s even considering marriage. Not only are you stunned by her answer, but the hosts are utterly amazed too because as far as the public knows, she’s a single woman. When asked if she’s in a relationship to even become engaged she changes her tune and simply states marriage is something she has always been interested in since she was a little girl.

Other than that minor hitch, the rest of the show flies by with both of you showing off what the hosts call their favorite idol friendship. Once backstage, you quickly pull Sana into the first room you can find which ends up being a cleaning closet.

“What the hell were you playing at with all that marriage talk? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

A wide grin that almost makes Sana’s eyes turn into crescents takes over her face as she reaches for your hands.

“They asked me a question, I gave an honest answer. I’ve been thinking about asking you for a long time now, this just happened to speed the process up a little bit.” Your face forms into pure shock at her words but the killer blow has yet to be delivered. “So, what do you say, wife?”

And just like your first meeting where Sana didn’t give you a choice in dating her, your heart won’t give you a choice to say anything other than yes.

JIHYO

Meeting your girlfriend’s family is a task you’ve been putting off for as long as possible. You even moved forward your latest comeback to get out of their last trip together. However, you can sense now that Jihyo is beginning to grow frustrated over your avoidance, so here you are, dressed elegantly and wearing your brightest smile possible.

It’s easy for you to put on a mask for the outside world but Jihyo has always been able to see through your masquerade, which explains why she’s gripping your hand as tightly as possible outside of her family home in an attempt to reassure you that her family will love you just as much as she does. And she’s right. The day passes by full of laughter, her parents pulling out various photo albums to embarrass her and even helping her mother with making dinner.

You can’t help but feel like you’ve been a massive idiot for trying to get out of every date Jihyo has previously planned for you to meet her family. It’s impossible for you to feel more welcomed.

As the day quickly turns to night, the pair of you bid farewell to her family and decide to slowly stroll back to your dorm together. The night air is cool and you think it’s impossible for this day to be any more perfect, and yet, Jihyo’s mind is filled with how exactly she wants to make it greater than it already is.

“You know, I was scared when you kept putting off meeting my family. I couldn’t help but think that you didn’t feel the same way about me as I do about you. I didn’t want to lose you so I kept trying but I decided that if you backed out of today I was going to confront you about it.” Her words are soft and hold no malice but you’re instantly filled with regret. “I had to keep telling them you were just busy with your album or fansigns but they were becoming suspicious too.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you in that position, I just…” The words get lost in your throat as you try to justify the dilemma you’ve placed her in.

“No, please, let me just speak. I know now that you were just scared. I’ve always spoken about my family and how important they are to me. I could see you were nervous when we first walked through the door and I realized I may have put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, so I’m sorry too.”

You wrap Jihyo up into a hug and hope the action alone tells her that she has nothing to apologize for but that you’re grateful she understands why you were hesitant.

“I’ve also had a bit of an ulterior motive with pushing for you to meet them, though.” She suddenly stops walking to look into your eyes as she speaks. “My parents, they’ve supported me through every decision in life. When I wanted to become a trainee, they were my biggest supporters, when I finally debuted after so long, they were there to cheer me on. Their opinions mean more to me than I can even begin to explain.”

“Is this your way of telling me they didn’t like me and that we have to break up?” She laughs loudly at your question and her eyes begin to brim with tears.

“No, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. I wanted them to meet you before I did this.”

Jihyo pulls out a small box from her jacket pocket and begins to kneel down in the middle of a random street with only the stars as witnesses to what is by far the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

“Will you marry me?”

At that moment, you know you’re not only saying yes to the one person in the world you love more than anything but also to become a part of her family.

MINA

Being an idol is a double-edged sword. There are many positives to the position such as meeting incredible fans around the world, living out your dream of performing or traveling to various countries you otherwise wouldn’t dream of being able to visit.

But there’s a lot of pressure placed on the shoulders of an idol that people don’t realize. The constant feeling of being watched, the sometimes excruciating demands from companies on both your body and mind. It all adds up to be a stressful job.

You’ve learned this the hard way when your girlfriend Mina began to suffer from severe anxiety and stage-fright. You begged and pleaded with your management to put a halt to your schedules so you could be by her side, however, they refused deeming it too risky.

So, you trudge along to various shows, trying your hardest every day to put on a happy front but it’s simply not possible. You want to be able to join in with your members discussing all the fun things you have planned for the future, but your mind always floats back to Mina. Mina who is without you. Mina who is suffering.

After a few weeks of poor performances and negative reactions to your appearances on variety shows, comments calling you dull and lifeless. Your company finally agrees to let you sit out of promotions. You shouldn’t be happy about this, but Mina is more important to you.

Without thinking, you book a flight to Japan and once landed head straight for Mina’s family home. In all of your rash decision making, you didn’t even consider texting or calling to say you’d be showing up at her front door, however, when she opens it and sees you, the gummy smile that appears on her own makes it all worth it.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were busy with schedules for the next month.”

You don’t take offense to her first words sounding cold, instead, you wrap her in a tight hug and refuse to let go. She drags you inside the house with your arms still firmly attached around her body but worms her way out once you reach the living area.

“I couldn’t do it, Mina. Every time I was being asked a question, I was thinking about you. I couldn’t get the choreography right because I was too busy worrying about you taking care of yourself. I even stopped speaking to the members out of fear I was just constantly putting my worries about you onto them. I love you, Mina. I need to be with you.”

A slow tear rolls down Mina’s face once you finish speaking. You’ve never said those three words to her before and you’re worried it’s scared her off.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. It’s okay if you aren’t ready or don’t feel the same way. I still want to be here to-“

Your words are cut off with a rough kiss and suddenly all of your fears are washed away. As Mina pulls away her eyes search deeply into your own before she softly speaks.

“I do feel the same way. In fact, you being here and leaving behind your own commitments, which is stupid by the way, don’t do that in future, just shows me how far you’re willing to go for me. For us. I don’t have anything to give to you to make this real, but I promise you I will soon if you say yes.”

Mina’s entire body shakes with excitement against your own and you relish in seeing her happy once more.

“Say yes to what?”

“To be the person I spend the rest of my life with. To allow me to marry you.”

You now have one more reason to be grateful for your hectic, whirlwind life within the idol industry, it brought you the most perfect human being to ever live in the shape of your new fiancé, Myoui Mina.

DAHYUN

Dahyun is the perfect mixture of funny yet serious. On days when you’re exhausted from hours of learning new choreography, there’s no better pick-me-up than listening to her ridiculous jokes or watching her try out that same dance routine you’re struggling with in her own special way. Or, when you’re in need of someone to tell you that all of your efforts are worth it, she’s right there beside you to reassure you.

For your anniversary tonight, you’ve decided to propose to the only person capable of keeping you sane in the hectic world you’ve both decided to become pawns in. What you didn’t realize is that Dahyun has the exact same idea as you.

So, here you are, dining out at the most exclusive restaurant in town, there are drinks flowing between you both as the romantic setting only intensifies the overwhelming feeling of serenity between you both. As much as you love the rush of hearing fans chant along to your songs, no feeling will ever compare to the peacefulness that you get from being around Dahyun.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt more in love with you than at this moment.” The words leave your mouth naturally and without thought. The smile that spreads across your girlfriend’s face is blinding and you can’t help but wish that you’re able to see that sight every day.

“Me too. Nothing makes me happier than being with you.”

A comfortable silence falls upon you both as you stare deeply into Dahyun’s eyes for any hint that what you’re about to do is a bad idea. All you can is pure love looking back at you. You slowly reach around to your bag hanging from your seat in order to retrieve the ring you purchased after a day of shopping with two of your members. They helped you pick out something perfect yet simple knowing that Dahyun isn’t interested in anything too flash.

Before you can present the box to her and let the ultimate question free from your throat, Dahyun has risen from her seat to kneel beside your own. She intertwines your fingers with her own before exhaling deeply.

“I know that today is a special day for both of us. This time last year we agreed to put aside all of the things that could potentially go wrong if we dated aside and slowly began to explore this world of pure happiness and devotion to each other. I can’t imagine my days without you now, nor do I ever wish to experience it. I realized recently just how much you’ve filled my world full of love and I’d like to give you a little of that back.” A small box suddenly appears before you in her free hand and you can’t help but chuckle softly. “I want to marry you and I want us to always be in love with one another. What do you think?”

Rather than answer her question, you pull out your own ring and place it onto her wedding finger with ease, grateful that Nayeon gave you the correct ring size and seemingly kept your secret.

The tears between you both don’t stop flowing for quite some time, but unlike before you met Dahyun, these ones are filled with pure joy.

CHAEYOUNG

Dating Chaeyoung is confusing. Whilst you’d never change your girlfriend for anything else in the world. The unexpected and random dates she plans for the two of you will always be surprising.

Your first date was spent in an art museum where Chaeyoung tried her best to name the various artists without looking at the little plaques underneath the paintings.

Your second date, though you don’t actually consider it a real one, was her sitting backstage at one of your groups’ concerts and cheering like a wild hyena whenever it’d be your turn to sing. She calls it a date because apparently watching you perform is way too special not to be.

You’ve been to open-mic poem nights where Chaeyoung decided to recite a love poem she’d written for you at 2 AM one night. You’ve visited animal shelters to play with cute cats. However, your favorite date is by far when you finally met her parents. The pair of you were both incredibly nervous, but they were more than accepting and you’ve been part of the family ever since.

Recently, Chaeyoung had invited you round to her family home to tell you of her plans to hold an art exhibit where she’d invite you and your group, the other members of TWICE and hold an art competition for fans to attend.

Creativity has always been her strong suit and it’s by far one of her most attractive traits in your eyes. So, when she asks you if you’d be willing to model for a painting, you couldn’t possibly deny her the chance to bring her secret muse to life on canvas.

The hours of posing in the same position somehow managed to go by quickly as you both joked, listened to music and discussed the concepts both your companies had planned for your groups. Once the painting was finished, Chaeyoung refused to let you see it and simply told you to wait until the unveiling at the exhibit.

Two weeks later and you’d managed to let the art-work Chae had created of you slip from your mind. You’ve been overwhelmingly busy trying to remember lyrics to a new song as well as the scripted description you have to introduce it with.

The exhibit is a success and some fans’ pieces from the competition even line the walls beside the art created by your girlfriend, however, there’s one canvas with a veil draping over it at the back of the room that has yet to be revealed.

As the event comes to a close and people begin to leave, you’re about to do the same with the two members of your group who were able to tag along when Chaeyoung pulls you back inside and ushers them on to the restaurant her own members have disappeared to.

“Come on, there’s still one more piece I have to show you.”

She drags you across the room to the still covered painting and stands beside it proudly.

“This one is for your eyes only.”

As she pulls the veil down, you’re instantly blown away by how well Chaeyoung has managed to capture all of your finer details. Whilst you’re unsure if your eyes have ever truly sparkled like how she’s portrayed them, something else shiny catches your eye.

On the left hand of the painted version of you, there’s a ring placed on your wedding finger. For some reason, in your amazement, you look down at your own hand to see only skin. However, when your eyes raise, Chaeyoung is stood before you holding out a ring box with the exact same piece of jewelry she’s captured in her art.

“I know I don’t always express myself with words but I hope showing you this makes up for what I struggle to say. I’d like to make you the happiest person alive if you’ll let me.”

And let her you do, because as confusing as Chaeyoung can be, this is something you’re both sure on.

TZUYU

Trying to maintain a relationship with a fellow idol should come with an instruction manual. No one talks about how little time the two of you will spend together, or how one of you may be in an entirely different time-zone making even a simple phone call impossible.

It’s been two weeks now since you last spoke to Tzuyu via anything other than text. You’re currently overseas for promotions in America, whilst she’s busy completing the last leg of TWICE’s tour in Japan. You’ve tried your best to FaceTime her or even just call but the timing is yet to work in your favor. As you’re sitting backstage before an interview, you decide to try once more in hopes that she just so happens to be free.

To your surprise, the FaceTime request is accepted and sure enough, looking back at you through the screen is your effortlessly beautiful girlfriend. She looks rather disheveled as sweat laces her forehead and you can see the managers scurrying behind her. They must have just finished their concert you think.

“Hey, I wasn’t sure if you’d pick up. I’ve missed you so much, it’s so good to see you.” You speak first as you can see that the emotion from her finally seeing your face after so long has already caused tears to sink from her eyes. “Please don’t cry, you’re going to make me start and I’ve only just got out of hair and make-up.” Your stupid joke makes her laugh and she’s finally able to speak.

“Sorry, I just… I’ve missed you so much. I kept seeing all of your missed calls and I felt awful. Every time I went to call you back it was way too late for you to still be awake and I know how exhausted you already are.”

The overwhelming high of performing and now getting to speak to you has Tzuyu feeling on top of the world and her thoughts are flying at a mile a minute.

“It’s okay, we’re here now. Plus, once I’m back home and you’re finished with the tour we’ll have plenty of time together to make up for it.”

You aren’t even sure you believe your own words, however, they spur something inside of Tzuyu that she probably would not have blurted out under different circumstances.

“How about the rest of our lives?” She’s speaking incredibly fast so much so that you almost miss what she said.

“Yeah, sure.” You answer with a laugh, however, her face is entirely serious now.

“No, I mean it. You should marry me and then we can be together forever.” A silence falls between you both as you take in her proposal, unsure if she’s truly thought it through. “I can tell you think I don’t mean it but I do. I want to spend every single day possible with you if you’ll have me.”

So, when people in the future ask how you received a proposal from the love of your life, you’ll explain that absence does, in fact, make the heart grow fonder, sometimes it even causes you to become engaged.

#twice #twice scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop #im nayeon #yoo jeongyeon #hirai momo #minatozaki sana #park jihyo #myoui mina #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #chou tzuyu

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seoultraveller · 3 years

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Ahh I’m finally responding hehe

But yesss !! Hala Hala is so powerful and great and it really conveys their abilities and talent🥳 Omg yes poor horse in To the Beat LOLLL!! Exactly! It must’ve been such a good things to be able to collaborate with an asmr creator since he likes this so much🥺 I haven’t watched the video yet, only some scenes, and it seems like he was really into it and trying to do his best💕 Though who decided that Wooyoung would also be there??😂 I feel like asmr isn’t Wooyoung’s thing and he can’t really stay quiet lol🤣 (Seonghwa really is great at what he does~)

Exactly😂😂 Hongjoong knew it was the end when he had to compete against Yunho😅 It was funny how the rest of them tried cheering on Hongjoong when the match had begun, and then boom, Yunho smacked poor Hongjoong🤣 Mhm it really is a special video for me🥺 my friend who was already stanning was watching the video and I happened to glance over to the phone and I laid my eyes on the Kim Hongjoong and immediately liked him😌 He was so gorgeous with that hair and the white blouse with the hearts on~ in that moment I was already biasing him even if I had no idea who he was😂 Ans then I immediately asked my friend to show me their songs and content!! Ahhh I see okay! I remember that we talked about that we both stanned them around the same time🥰 The logbooks were the first videos I went through if I remember correctly🤔 And yeah too funny how they’re trying to figure everything out in the part switch videos! And thank so do you!!🥰

Soooo true he has no mercy for this comeback😔

Thank you so much, I need it😭 The one I had was like type of an essay, or like a reflective text to talk about the things we’ve worked in my Swedish class🥱 Ahh yeah some people are just not supposed to be with each other :( and because of that it can’t be so nice having your parents wanting to make you and your brother close :((

Agh I really wanna see a stage performance of The Leaders !! It would be sooooo cool🤩 But, the b-sides I like the most are like never performed😂

I mean, yes, but it’s not that big of a struggle it if I compare with people with muuchhhh curlier hair hehe

Thank you!! Good luck on catching up with content :)) Btw! Do you have any favorite I’m the One stage or I’m the One stage outfit?👀

Awh it’s okay<3 I did the same though. I read your responds immediately after you posted but I’m writing my response like two days later😅

(I am typing this on a desktop, so the lack of emojis will be very noticeable.)

Don’t worry. It has taken me far too long to get back to you and I am sorry for that. Time sprung forward on Sunday. I woke up really early to catch a game and did not realize that time moved forward an hour so, on Monday and Tuesday. I suffered. HARD. Today (Wednesday) was not too bad, but I think that’s because I work from home today.

LOL! Yeah~ I am really happy for Seonghwa in that respect. I know! Putting Wooyoung in there was such a random placement. Maybe to get the audience to laugh. I’m not sure if ASMR content is supposed to make you laugh though. Yeosang or San could have been a better choice.

HAHAHA~!!! Yunho was like, “lemme end this real quick.” x_x He didn’t have to do it like that though! Aw~ that’s such a sweet story :) I wasn’t a big fan of his hair at the start of that period, but looking back, the style really suited him, I think. He could pull off so many looks though, anyway. Oh that’s true! We did talk about it around what time we came to ATEEZ. I remember.

Those were my least favorite in school. Just give me a multiple choice test and let’s call it a day. So... excuse my ignorance, but your Swedish class is a language class, or it is like a cultural/history class? The dynamic that I have with my brother is just one that I don’t really vibe with. My mom just has to be okay with that. We’re not trying to k*ll each other at every family meeting and they have to be fine with that. I have a feeling my brother’s wife probably felt as if I was giving them the cold shoulder but I just had other priorities.

Ohhh~ no! :( I hope that, once the pandemic is over or somewhat manageable, they can have a concert (under safe condition). At that concert, they’ll perform all of your favorite b-sides. To The Beat and The Leaders are surely to be performed ;). THEY’RE FAN FAVORITES!!! ESPECIALLY ABROAD!!!

I understand what you mean, but your struggle is still your struggle. However, it is good if we all learn to work with what we have and get better at it, and improve ourselves.

My favorite stage performance and stage performance outfits are the ones from March 9th. They look like they’re coming to a post-apocalyptic world. I don’t know... they just look kind of badass. AAAANNNNNNDDDDDD~ the performance where they wear red! THAT WAS SOOOOO~ HOT!! Which was/were your favorite(s) so far?

Ah~ our two minds hahaha~

#seoultraveller responds #thorsdreams asks #thorsdreams #and your pisces moon! >_<

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fatgirlwritesscenarios · 4 years

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Too Long Without You

((A/N: I remember this one being adorable! I liked it! I really should write more for Wonwoo. I don’t know why I don’t...maybe because I feel like I don’t know him well enough to write for him? Guess it’s time to do a little more research.))

Pairing: WonwooxReader

Genre: Fluff/Slight-Smut (So slight, you’ll have to squint)

Word Count: 1,962

Summary: You had such a magical way of easing him, calming him, making him feel like the most important human being in the world. He hates that he gets such a limited time to spend with you before the idol life is ripping him away again, but...he’s going to enjoy that time. Every single second of it.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“You wouldn’t believe all of the things that happened! It makes me glad that I never became too closely associated with her, but it’s still fun to hear about her wild adventures. Apparently, she started dating this guy she met on some shady app who became so obsessed with her that he performed some kind of ritual to make her fall in love with him. The girls even said that he tried to use a love potion on her. And then, when that didn’t work…”

The sweetness of your voice filled the bathroom that was lit by a dozen lavender scented candles, their golden glow making happy shadows dance on the walls. Chest deep in the steaming water of a bubble bath, Wonwoo reclined back against you, nestled between your legs as you sat on the edge of the tub and carefully worked shampoo through his hair. He sighed in content and closed his eyes, all of his stress just melting away as your magical fingers massaged his scalp.

It had been hectic, exciting, exhausting time for him, all the work that had to be done leading up to the comeback nearly zapping him of all energy. The preparation for and the comeback itself took him away from you for longer than a month, the both of you lucky to even hear the other’s voice over the phone for ten minutes on any given day during that time. He had been extremely lonely, as were you, but you remained as supportive and understanding as ever, sending him encouraging text messages and congratulatory praise for a job well done whenever you could.

In all honesty, Wonwoo craved any kind of message from you like a starved man craved food. Your words gave him the strength and determination to keep going whenever he felt like giving in, knowing that soon- if he could just make it through one more day- he would be back where he rightfully belonged:

With you.

Wonwoo’s eyes fluttered open as you transitioned into another story, his head tilting back a little more to gaze at your face. You just smiled at him, continuing your story and readjusting yourself so you were both comfortable again.

“They were the most adorable dogs I had ever seen. They were so small, they could fit in teacups, but they were all fluffy like clouds. Tiny, teacup-sized clouds that can bark and follow you around everywhere. I didn’t want to leave!”

How did he get so lucky to call you his? A beautiful, wonderful, outstanding person like you? When he told you just last night that they were finally getting a break and he could finally see you, neither one of you could contain your excitement. And when he finally arrived, just a few short hours ago, you had surprised him with his favorite take-out meal, his favorite dessert, his favorite movie and then…this luxurious bubble bath.

It’s because he deserved to be pampered for all the hard work he did for the comeback, you had told him when he looked at you questioningly, grinning up at him afterwards.

Wonwoo smiled at the memory. How was he ever going to thank you for this?

“I’m pouring the water now,” you warned him, snapping him out of his reverie while placing a dry washcloth on his forehead near his hairline.

Wonwoo closed his eyes just as he filled a cup with water from the bath itself and poured it gently over his hair, rinsing out the shampoo. Once this was done, you applied conditioner and repeated the process until his hair was clean and silky to the touch.

“There. All finished,” you sighed, proud of your work while absently playing with a lock of his hair.

You were both silent for a spell until you wrapped your arms around him from behind and sighed again, this time a bit forlornly.

“I missed you, Wonwoo,” you confessed quietly, allowing the loneliness and sadness that you had felt for all that time he was away to finally seep into your voice…just this once.

“I missed you too, Y/N,” he responded immediately after, his hand curling around your arm that tightened its hold around him, “I missed you so much.”

You cooed and kissed the top of his head, laying your cheek on his wet hair, “Oh…I’m sure the boys kept you pretty busy, though, didn’t they?”

Your giggles warmed his heart and Wonwoo felt a smile tug at his lips. It felt so good to hear your laugh again.

“They tried, but…nothing compares to having you with me,” he answered, lips pressing gentle kisses into your arm, “Nothing compares to hearing you read to me at night the book we’re reading together. Or your adorable laugh after hearing one of my stupid jokes.”

“My laugh is not adorable, Wonwoo.”

“I think it’s adorable. Especially when you snort after the third time.”

“Yah!”

His deep chuckle warmed you from the inside out as you nudged him with your knee, the man retaliating by playfully biting the soft flesh. You giggled at his antics, calming down some when he kissed the area he just bit.

Once. Twice. Three times and a fourth. His arm snaked under your thigh until it hooked around your knee, tugging you just that much closer, his lips brushing your warm skin as he continued talking.

“Nothing compares to your face being the first one I see in the morning and the last one I see at night. Or how optimistic you are in every situation, no matter how bad it looks. Nothing compares to the support that you show me or how much you love me. Nothing…absolutely nothing compares to you, Y/N.”

“Wonwoo…”

He removed himself from your hold in order to turn around and face you, lifting himself halfway out of the water until the water stopped just above his hips. He glistened and gleamed in the soft glow of the candles, droplets of water streaming down the contours of his muscles and disappearing back into the tub. Shimmering drops clung to the ends of his hair, dangling precariously before dripping down his forehead. He looked breathtaking, your heart stuttering and your cheeks flushing red.

With only his slow movements to warn you, you received a kiss that left you reeling. It wasn’t overly passionate or desperate or particularly hungry, but it was filled with need. Wonwoo needed you, a craving that went far beyond the physical pleasures of the flesh. Being away from you for this long made him realize how much it killed him not to have you right by his side, how much he had come to depend on you and your love.

He needed you: body, mind, soul…all of it.

You shared another kiss, this one longer…deeper. His tongue slithered into your mouth and brushed against yours, Wonwoo taking his time to taste you, to become reacquainted with the beauty you are. You began to tremble, your breath shortening, your nerves on fire…and all he was doing was kissing you!

Breaking for air, Wonwoo didn’t move very far, not right away. He stayed close with his nose bumping against yours, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes watching your face and waiting until you gazed up at him.

“Nothing compares to you,” he whispered one more time before his hands slid to your hips and yanked you off the edge of the tub, sending you splashing into the warm water.

You sputtered a little, gasping and flailing our arms in an attempt to station yourself. You had just enough time to whine his name for doing such a thing, but that was all that you had time for. Wonwoo was back to hovering over you, dark eyes gleaming and voice pitching deeper, the sound causing a bubbling in your core.

“You’ve done enough to take care of me, jagi. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

His mouth closed over yours, silencing any protests that would deny him this opportunity. Not that you were even thinking of denying him what he wanted. Making this spectacular, amazing, talented man happy was and always has been your goal and if allowing him to ‘take care of you’ was what made him happy, then so be it.

You had zero complaints about it.

With a sigh swallowed by his loving kiss, your eyes fluttered shut and your arms wound around his neck as Wonwoo consumed you right there in the bathtub, your wet clothes plopping to the floor not long afterwards.

*~*~*~*~*

It was the 8 AM sun that awakened you from your slumber the next morning, its gentle rays playing across your skin and tickling you with its warmth. You turned on your back and stretched your arms out, sighing quietly while enjoying the way your body sang from a good night’s rest and…

‘And complete satisfaction,’ you thought contently, a shy little smile playing across your lips.

As if responding to your thoughts, an arm came up and draped around your waist, a hand much bigger than yours curling against your hip and tugging you into an even warmer body. Wonwoo sighed happily as he, too, stirred from his slumber, his eyes drifting open and locking onto you immediately.

He smiled at the sight of you, “Good morning, jagi.”

God, how you missed his deep and sleepy voice in the morning. “Good morning, Wonwoo,” you greeted him back, cupping his cheek in your hand, “How did you sleep?”

He took a moment to press a kiss to your palm, holding your hand against his cheek, “Better than I have the entire time before the comeback. How about you?”

“Same,” you replied, scooting even closer just as he slid his free arm underneath you and pulled you against him.

His eyes never left yours and his smile was as warm as a fresh cup of coffee. You kissed him gently and he chuckled in response.

“…Was last night good for you?”

You answered his quietly asked question with a blush to match his, though your smile was happy and honest. Just for a moment, you allowed yourself to relive the memory of you two making love in the bath, Wonwoo’s hands roaming your ultra-sensitive body and his lips suckling dark purple marks into your skin. You recalled how he muttered your name into your neck, how he caressed your breasts, and how he stroked into you with such precision and strength you barely stood a chance.

“Of course,” you finally answered, feeling shy as you played with the collar of his shirt, “It was like a dream. I was almost afraid that I would wake up this morning and find that you hadn’t actually come home at all.”

Wonwoo’s smile was one of pride, his thumb stroking small circles into your hip and his lips seeking yours once more. “I’m here, Y/N. This is real and for a little while, we can stay like this.”

“When do you have to go back?”

“Don’t worry about that right now. Just lay here with me and let me hold you.”

You nodded your consent and smiled even wider when his arms tightened around you, Wonwoo tucking you under his chin. The both of you were well aware that your time together was limited, less than 24 hours, but you weren’t going to let that intrude on this beautiful moment. Not yet. For now, you were going to enjoy that you had him back next to you and he was going to hold you for as long as humanly possible.

“I love you, Wonwoo…and I’m so proud of you,” you whispered, feeling his love protecting you as his arms tightened their hold and his lips pressed to the top of your head.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios

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razorblade180 · 5 years

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Lasting Embers pt3: Old and New Flames

[Patch Forest]

Raven:*leaning under a giant tree*......(somebody’s late as usual....)

*ring*

Raven:*grabs scroll* Hey Tai.

Tai:You sure left in a hurry this morning; I didn’t even see you eat breakfast.

Raven:Decided to skip it; I don’t fight well on a full stomach.

Tai:My pancakes are pretty light though.

Raven:I would’ve eaten half the container.

Tai:*smug* So you’re saying you love my pancakes.

Raven:I’m saying stop making them if you like the way I look. I’m gonna lose my waist line at this rate.

Tai:Plus size or not, my eyes are still gonna be on you.

Raven:......*red* Well I would like to keep this figure wise guy.

Tai:You only call me that when you’re embarrassed.

Raven:Is there a reason you called!!!?

Tai:Tell Yujin I said happy birthday. I’ll try to comeback later today or tomorrow.

Raven:I’ll tell her if she ever shows; we’re essentially doing capture the flag. She’s probably trying to sneak attack me again.

Tai:You sound so proud. I guess Yujin has learned a lot from you. Even when I train with her she talks about what she learned from you and Jaune. *sniffles* I guess martial arts isn’t as cool as a sword.

Raven:Believe me it’s not that. She just-

*leaves rustling*

Raven:Babe I’m gonna have to call you back. Looks like our granddaughter is finally here.

Tai:Don’t do anything too reckless! Love you.

Raven:*chuckles* Yeah yeah......love you too. *hangs up* about time you showed up! Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean-

*small fire ball flies at her head*

Raven:*side steps* What have I told you about shooting at me or anyone? *scanning the area*

*sees a black hoodie against a tree*

Raven:*dashes to it* You better not miss or you’ll get spotted right aw-......well aren’t you clever?

*hoodie hanging on a branch*

Yujin:*diving from the top* (Got her!!!) *stabs sword straight down*

Raven:*kicks of the tree for distance* mmmmm nope.... smart move but not good enough. Not even a scr- *hair falls down*

Yujin:*Holding Raven’s red bandanna* What were you saying? Someone let their guard down.

Raven:.....Yep *holding Yujin’s bandanna* and someone got overconfident; the match isn’t over till you have yours and mine. You know what that means... *pulls out sword*

Yujin:Hehe, I guess I should’ve known I’d have to try harder that.*raises sword* You’re the strongest there is after all! *swings downward*

Raven:*knocks it away* Flattery isn’t gone save you Yujin; stay focused. *freezes sword* because I’m not going easy on you; even on your birthday.

Yujin:Tsk, believe me, *ignites blade* you have my undivided attention!*waves of flames fly off slashes*

Raven:*dodging* I can see that. You’re much more focused than usual. Hehe, not to mention thinking ahead.

*surrounded by a ring of fire*

Yujin:*lunging at her* Can’t have you flying off on me now can I? You’re gonna regret training me so well.

Raven:*knocks her sword sky high* Looks like I’m not training you hard enough...

Yujin:*flips into the air and kicks her sword downward*

Raven:*catches sword* But looks like someone is. What a nefty little trick; one that I certainly didn’t teach you. *throws it back*

Yujin:Well It’s not like you’re the only one teaching me swordplay. Dad has me running drills too. I- *barely clashes with Raven*

Raven:Don’t play dumb with me Yujin. We both know your father didn’t teach you something like that.

Yujin:......

Raven:You’re learning things from him again aren’t you? I can’t say I’m entirely okay with that.

Yujin:Hey, Uncle Adam is fine. Dad knows that I ask him from tips whenever he swings by for recon. He just isn’t aware I like his sword style compared to his sometimes. He’s good for speed.

Raven:Don’t let him know that.*pressing her sword down on Yujin’s* it might just break his heart that he isn’t your favorite.

Yujin:*stuggling* Dad will always be number one. *red* Adam is just....neat.

Raven:Please tell me this is just a phase? I mean just imagine what you’re mom would th- *kicked right in the stomach. creating distance*

Yujin:Like it matters what she thinks.

Raven:.....Hmph, didn’t expect that. Does this mean you’re finally gonna go all out? We both know your swordplay is good but not good enough. You want the bandanna right? Get serious....

Yujin:......*spilts sword in half*

*blades fold into the hilt; flipping out and over Yujin’s hands to form metal knuckles.*

Raven:I gotta say, you look good in gauntlets.

Yujin:*boxing stance* Shut up and fight *aura glowing a magnificent fiery white*

Raven:(Almost like lookin in a mirror) *starts an onslaught of attacks*

Yujin:Geez....*bonbing and weaving* follow your advice and get serious. *backhands sword, breaking it* shoot lightning at me or something. *right hook*

Raven:I’m teaching you, not trying to kill you. *throws her into a tree*

Yujin:*boomerangs herself around the tree* Well you better start doing both! *reels arm back*

Raven:*creates ice blade* Carefully what you wish for. *horizontal slash*

Yujin:Hmph, *hand springs off the sword mid swing and over Raven* I love it when a plan comes together; I can’t believe you fell for it!

Raven:*whipping around* We’re not done ye- *hair falls down*

Yujin:*wearing two bandannas* How’s it going over there?

Raven:*smirks* Nice strategy, you’ve improved.

Yujin:Hardly, you could’ve dodged if you wanted. This whole sparring practice could’ve been over from the start. You never make mistakes like this.

Raven:I guess I just wanted to see how far you’d go to win.

Yujin:*annoyed* And by that you mean if I’d use hand to hand. *clicks wrist together*

*hilt reconnects and plated metal remakes a sword.*

Yujin:Satisfied? You got what you wanted.

Raven: I’ve never seen someone so angry to be so gifted at something. You stand a better chance winning a fight with your bare hands than with a sword. Not to say your sword skills aren’t lacking, but it’s clear to see where you shine the brightest.

Yujin:*folds arms* Well I prefer swordplay like you; like dad. Fighting like grandpa has it’s uses but it’s just not for me.

Raven:....Is that all? There’s nothing else to it?

Yujin:*looks away* You’re prying....

Raven:And you’re being defensive as usual. Even if you won’t admit it.

Yujin:*takes a deep breath* I’m fine alright? *smiles* everything is fine.

Raven:You know....it’s okay to be upset with her. It’s another birthday without Ya-

Yujin:Stop......*looks at her*

Raven:Huh? *seeing lilac eyes* Yujin? *blinks*

Yujin:*Sky blue eyes* I told you I’m fine. *starts walking away*

Raven:(Was that...?) Where are you going?

Yujin:To visit Qrow *picks wild flowers* his grave needs new flowers anyways. Tell dad I’ll be home soon.

Raven:....*sigh* so stubborn, guess it runs in the family.

[Jaune’s front yard]

Jaune:*cutting fire wood*

*footsteps coming behind him*

Jaune:*sees two shadows* You guys are down faster than I thought. I haven’t even made lunch.

“You call ten years fast?”

“Awww lunch isn’t ready for us? Some husband.”

Jaune:.....*drops the axe* please tell me if I turn around right now I won’t wake up?

“Only one way to find out”

Jaune:*turns around, teary eyed*

Ruby:*visibly taller and long red hair. Scar on the bridge of her nose and supporting Yang* Long time no see! I thought you might want her back; she’s getting on my nerves.

Yang:*little battered and bruised. Looks a bit more like her mom* Hey there lady killer. Look who’s getting older?

Jaune:*wipes eyes* Look who’s talking hehehe. *lifts her up and spins her*

Yang:*sees her ring around his neck* Jaune.......*touches it* I’m sorry it took so lo- *kissed deeply*

Ruby:*giant smile* Saw that coming.

Jaune:It’s okay Yang. *slides ring on her finger* You’re home now, that’s all that matters to me.

Yang:*Tearing up* Still fits hehehe. I’m home.....

•

Yujin:*sitting at Summer and Qrow’s grave* “Upset with her?” Pffft, I don’t even care about her.... Who needs a mom? Who needs Yang Xiao Long.

#rwby #rwby lasting embers #yujin xiao long #raven branwen #taiyang xiao long #yang xiao long #ruby rose #jaune arc #rwby dragonslayer

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yeppeojiwrites · 5 years

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biggest fan pt. 1//kang yeosang

(he looks really good in this gif EEEE,,the gif kinda offsets the fic, whoops)

sasaeng au with girl group idol!reader and sasaeng!yeosang

this fic is not meant to be romantic or sweet or anything fluffy so please don’t take it that way. if you are in any way triggered by stalking, kidnapping, or any kind of violence, please do not read this.

this in no way represents yeosang’s character or personality, this is only a work of fiction and is not meant to offend anyone

read with caution

tw: stalking, kidnapping, violence, panic attack

word count: 2,306 (i think this is my longest thus far)

You could say Kang Yeosang liked you a lot.

He’s gone to almost every fansign, he has every piece of merchandise that has your name or face on it, and he has all of your group’s albums but only your version. He also may or may not have a shrine in one corner of his room decorated with photos of you and candles with your favorite scents and a water bottle that your lips have touched.

But if anyone asks him, he’s definitely not obsessed.

He wasn’t always like this though.

Yeosang was in his final year of high school when your group, Paradigm, debuted in late 2017. You immediately stuck out to him. From your debut music video alone, Yeosang has over 50 screenshots of your face, you dancing, or just posing. Your part in “Follow Me”, your group’s debut album title track, was his ringtone until your group’s first comeback five months later.

He showed up at your group’s third fansign, clutching your group’s album’s photobook to his chest and occasionally opening up to a page with your photo on it, staring at it lovingly.

You were third from the end of the long set of tables, seated between your members Minhee, the eldest and the leader, and Emmy, the closest member to you in age.

The time that it took to greet the other members seemed to drag on and on to Yeosang but as soon as he stood in front of you and you took his album to sign it and stared into his eyes, time stopped.

“Who should I make this out to?” you asked.

Yeosang gulped. “To my handsome Yeosang,” he said, his voice shaky. You smiled and nodded and wrote down your message.

‘To my handsome Yeosang, thank you for supporting us! Stay warm and healthy in this cold weather and come see us again!’

“Are you nervous?” you asked as you put down your Sharpie. “I saw you with my other members and you seemed a lot more comfortable.” you said.

“A little bit,” he said scratching his neck nervously and putting his hand on the table. “I just don’t want to do anything embarrassing in front of you” he said.

You reached out your hand to cover his. “Don’t be nervous, it’s just me!” you laughed. He laughed nervously, his cheeks a light pink because of your touch.

“I’ll get you a gift next time,” he said, trying to change the subject.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to. You being here is a gift for me,” you smiled and squeezed his hand. The staff behind you motioned for him to move and you smiled and slid his album towards him.

“It was nice meeting you, Yeosang! I’ll hope I’ll see you again!” you smiled and waved.

Yeosang felt his heart melt.

You must have really liked him, you didn’t hold hands with the other fans.

He made a promise to himself to come to another fansign to see you as he sat in front of Emmy.

It’s now February 2019, a bit after a year since Paradigm has debuted and you’re at your fourth fansign for your sixth comeback, “Late Night”, a more sensual concept compared to your last comeback, “Take U There”.

As your group prepared to get in formation for the performance of “Late Night”, the group’s youngest member, Chaemi, nudged you slightly.

“(Y/N), your sasaeng is back,” she whispered, slightly motioning to where Yeosang was in the crowd.

“Chaemi, he isn’t a sasaeng. I’m just...his favorite member.” you defended him.

“If you say so,” she shrugs before getting into her spot and kneeling in front of you, her arms crossed over her head.

As Yeosang watched your group’s performance, his eyes never left your form once. He liked the way the tight blue velvet dress looked on you and liked your matching blue velvet choker decorated with a diamond heart and the fishnet tights that covered your thighs.

He liked your smirks towards the audience and the confidence you exuded as you did your solo dance in the middle of the song. He subconsciously licked his lips when you reached down and touched your ankle before dragging your hand up your leg and lifting the edge of your dress slightly.

Damn those safety shorts.

He wanted to see more. He had to see more.

After your performance, the staff members set up the tables for the actual signing part of the fansign as you and your members messed around with each other on the side of the stage. When you were finally seated, you sat between Chaemi and Minami, the second oldest and your roomate, at the middle of the table.

“Ah (Y/N), I see your biggest fan is here,” Minami said. You looked over at her.

“Yeah,” you said.

“I saw him lick his lips when you lifted your dress up during your solo dance in ‘Late Night’” she said.

“He did?” you questioned, pulling your dress down as low as possible.

She nodded. “Be careful, (Y/N). I want you to be safe.” she said, squeezing your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit and chewed at the inside of your cheek.

Meanwhile from the audience, Yeosang was slightly upset. Why were you frowning? Could he help you feel better? Would he be able to make you happy again?

Just like the first fansign, to Yeosang, it felt like meeting your other members took forever. He smiled and let them sign his album and nodded when they asked if he had eaten or if he was healthy but he was really focused on you. He wondered if one day he would just be able to meet and talk with you only. It was exhausting pretending like he cared for the other members.

As Yeosang met with the members that were closer to you, you felt your heart rate increase. Sure, you have weird and creepy fans, every idol does, but Yeosang was by far the creepiest.

You’ve seen him in places there’s no way he could have known you would be at like cafes and the convenience store near your group’s dorm and at parks. You knew that this happened way too often for it to be considered a coincidence.

You were too scared to ever report him to the police because you didn’t want him to hurt you or your members or your manager so you never told anyone about what was happening.

When he moved into the seat in front of Chaemi, you felt your hands shake.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” the fan in front you asked, taking your shaking hand in hers. You nodded.

“I just need some water,” you smiled uneasily, feeling Yeosang’s stare on your face.

“All right,” she said, letting go of your hand. You opened the bottle and took a sip, taking deep breaths after.

“(Y/N), are you sure you’re alright?” Minami asked, moving her attention from the fan in front of her, another regular, to you. You nodded, feeling your breath quicken a bit. She nodded and patted your thigh softly before leaning over to whisper in your ear. “It’ll be over soon, it’ll be okay.” she said.

You nodded and turned back to the fan sitting in front of you. “Get lots of rest and don’t overwork yourself when you’re sick,” she said. She put both of her fists in the air, “(Y/N) fighting!” she said. You smiled weakly and nodded.

She shifted over to the seat in front of Minami and Yeosang sat in front of you. He leaned forward a bit and stared into your eyes. You started breathing a lot faster and Yeosang leaned back in his chair, startled.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” he asked. You stood up quickly from your chair, knocking it over. Your chest grew tighter by the second, causing you to reach up and place your hand over it, trying to slow your breathing but failing

Everyone paused to look over at you, their faces expressing a rainbow of emotion, from shock to concern to fear.

“(Y/N)?” Yeosang stood up and tried to reach out to you. You started breathing even faster.

“(Y/N)!” Minami yelled as she stood up. You felt a wave of heat pass over your body as your knees buckled, causing you to fall to the floor. Yeosang’s face was the last thing you saw before your eyes closed.

Minami ran to you and cradled your head as Chaemi held your hand. “Someone help!” Minami yelled.

You were diagnosed with anxiety a few days after you passed out. You were told to take a hiatus from the group so that you could take a mental break and wouldn’t be at risk to be triggered by Yeosang at a fansign.

Your psychiatrist is the only other person to know about Yeosang. She urged you to press charges or file a restraining order but you chose not to, in fear of what he might do or say. She agreed to keep quiet for now but said that as soon as anything else happened, she would report him herself.

Your company gave you the option to go home to stay with your family or to stay with your group members at the dorm and you chose to stay at the dorm. It was lonely being at the dorm by yourself sometimes but your group members always made sure to keep you involved in group activities and meals.

You occasionally showed up in VLives with your other group members, and posted photos of yourself and videos of your singing and practicing to your group’s social media accounts just to make sure that your fans knew that you’re doing okay.

‘(y/n)-ah, get better soon! we miss you!’

‘(y/n), i hope you get well soon!’

‘(y/n), please make a playlist on spotify so we can listen to what you’re listening to!’

‘(y/n), take care of yourself!’

‘(y/n)-ah, you’re getting so skinny!! T_T please eat soon!!’

‘wow i can’t believe (y/n) invented self care, what a queen’

You smiled as you read the comments. “I’ll be back in no time! Just wait a little bit longer!” you said before ending the live.

“It’s late and the girls still aren’t back yet.” you said to yourself while stretching. You looked over to the clock. “It’s 10:30 PM, hmm. I better get something to eat.”

You got off of your couch and went into your room to find something to throw on so that you could walk to the convenience store and get instant noodles.

You texted your manager and Minhee about where you were going before grabbing your keys and exiting the dorm.

The cool spring air met you as soon as you walked out of the building. You walked the single block to the convenience store and entered, smelling the familiar scent of coffee and plastic covered items.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re back!” the store owner, Byungchul, said from behind the counter, his round, aged face pulled into a grin.

You nodded. “How are you and your wife doing?” you asked, walking to the aisle with the noodles.

“Miyoung and I are fine? How are you holding up?” he asked.

“I’m fine. My members haven’t come home from practicing yet and I’m starving.” you said, deciding between spicy chicken noodles and beef flavored noodles.

“When are you going to start practicing again? Isn’t your group coming back soon?” he asked.

“I’ll start back in a couple of weeks. Paradigm is actually preparing to debut a subunit with our youngest members, and since I’m the fourth oldest member, I won’t be in the unit. It works out.” you said as you walked to the counter with your beef flavored noodles.

He nodded and rang up your order. “I’ll look forward to it!” he said before giving you an encouraging smile.

You smiled back. “Thank you, I’ll tell the other members,” you said.

You walked over to the hot water dispenser and opened your noodles and put water in the container. As you sat down with your noodles and disposable chopsticks, you pulled out your phone and read texts and laughed at and retweeted funny tweets you saw onto your secret twitter account. When your noodles finally softened, you hastily broke apart the chopsticks and eagerly slurped the noodles, leaving none behind.

You threw away your garbage and texted your manager and Minhee that you were about to head home. “See you next time, Byungchul. Good night.” you said, waving at him. He waved back.

You walked out of the store, and started heading back to your dorm. You noticed a pair of drunk men walking towards you, so you decided to turn around and take the long way to the apartment. It didn’t have many streetlights so you walked as quickly as possible.

As you walked you heard footsteps behind you. You sped up and your heart dropped as you heard the steps speed up as well. You broke into a run but you tripped over a break in the sidewalk and fell. You scrambled to get up and run away but you were pulled into someone’s chest, their hand covering your mouth. You writhed in their arms and kicked at them, weakening them when your heel hit their crotch.

You ran away as soon as they let go but your freedom was short lived. You felt a sharp pain in your neck and you reached up to feel what it was and felt a dart. Your steps faltered and you sank to your knees as your body fell weaker by the second.

You heard the faraway sound of someone coming towards you and before your eyes closed you tried to look at your attacker and felt your blood run cold as your eyes met Yeosang’s, the last person you expected to see.

i would have posted the second part with this part but i like to build suspense. also because i’m not done with it and i feel like the last part of the last sentence of this part is too,,,idk,,cliche or lazy (???) to try to put something after. like i feel like i took the easy way out of ending this part,,,idk,,,

i hope you enjoyed this and are looking forward to the next part!!

ellie out!

#ateez #ateez scenarios #yeosang #kang yeosang #yeosang scenarios #yandere au #kpop yandere #idol reader #non idol au #kpop scenarios #yeppeojiwrites

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crazy-loca-blog · 5 years

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Personal thoughts on Red Carpet Diaries, Book 3, Ch. 3

Note: As the title says, these are just personal opinions on Choices books and chapters. Of course, you may agree or disagree with them, I only use this platform to express my thoughts on what I read every week and what I’d like to see in the next chapters, because none of my friends play Choices so I have no one to comment the books with.

We got an understanding! Honestly, I don’t think much happened this week. We certainly knew we were going to get Marianne’s permission to make the movie and that we would be working closely with her. What I didn’t expect was this fan attire to go to the meeting. I know our MC is a super fan of this book, but as a fangirl that has met her favorite band many times now; I would never wear that to meet them unless I’m going to a meet and greet activity. We had already fangirled a lot over the phone and showed her how much we loved her book, so I don’t think it was necessary. This was a formal meeting, a work meeting, and our MC was already well prepared (thank you Chazz for showing us the path!) to let her inner fan speak. So nope, those clothes were way out of context in my opinion. There were much better (and prettier!) options in our already huge closet to choose from.

We also had the chance to help Matt with his movie, and I’m worried about my guy. He’s super talented and he has already proved that he’s more than just another “action movie hot guy with a famous dad”, but after spending a year recovering from his accident, he chose a challenge that, in my opinion, might be too huge for his comeback. I absolutely think that in the end he’ll succeed, but I don’t think it will be easy. Come on, he’s working in a remake of a movie where his dad was the star. People will inevitably compare them both and I can already tell that Matt himself will have plenty of doubts about his own talent or if he’s actually the right person to fill his dad’s shoes. So yes, the guy will be under some serious stress this book. Thank God he has our MC to support him and tell him how great he is.

But my favorite scene this week has to be the one with Thomas Hunt. I have to be honest here. I usually pick my LIs based on who I think is the best match for my MC, and Thomas has never been an option in my mind. I seriously couldn’t understand all the hype in book 2. But now I think I get it. I still think he’s not the perfect match for my MC, but the last three chapters have helped me understand why he’s such a beloved character. The guy is just creative, smart, interesting, he needs to have his brain constantly working, and I love that. That’s why I think this week’s scene with him is one that you would enjoy even if you’re not romancing him, because it feels like you’re giving back. As I said in my previous post, the guy literally saved our MC’s career; the least he deserves is a supportive MC that helps him go through this rough patch. Writing blocks (or in his case, “artistic block”) happen a lot and they’re quite frustrating, especially when “being creative” is part of your job description. However, I’d like to see a happier Thomas. Come on, how much grumpy is too grumpy?

Unfortunately, it seems like being around doubtful people had an effect in our MC, as now our girl just doesn’t know if she’s up to the challenge of producing her very first movie, which happens to be about her favorite book. And here is where I’d love to see an old friend blessing us with all her experience. Of course, I’m talking about Gloria. I hate how PB has treated Gloria overall in the series, and especially in book 2. She looks like she’s just a wildcard that appears as a last resource when all our friends are too busy to pay attention to our problems, and that’s just not right. She’s been nothing but good and supportive to us (and we’ve been the worst to her!); she doesn’t deserve being treated this way. I think she totally deserves to have a huge comeback to Hollywood!

As a final overall comment, I’m really sorry to say this, but the book is beginning to disappoint me. Not because of the story (I’m enjoying it so far), but because I’m starting to see that if you like getting stuff, your diamond balance will suffer… a lot! Last week we were introduced to the movie posters, which I personally loved because it seems they’ll give us the chance to know the backstories of the characters. But now we were also told that we’ll have chances to impress Marianne throughout the story and that we’ll receive “an incredible item in an exclusive scene”… and I’m already guessing we’ll need a bunch of diamonds to get that scene as well. It’s sad, but true.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #red carpet diaries #rcd #rcd3 #jessica clark #matt rodriguez #thomas hunt #seth levine #victoria fontaine #teja desai #chazz javellana #matt rodriguez x mc #thomas hunt x mc #seth levine x mc #victoria fontaine x mc #teja desai x mc

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michalwu · 5 years

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Best of 2018 in TV

Another year passed and again I watched a lot of good quality tv. I think that although again it was very hard to choose my top 10 this year was a little bit less intense than previous. Still I had to do a short list of places 20-11 because I couldn’t resist not to mention a few more productions. That said remember I’m not a critic. I watch thinks I like not because I have to and this list is totally subjective though I tried to be fair. I watched over 50 series from 2018 and that’s the results:

20-11 (in random order)

The Affair (season 4), Atlanta (season 2), Homecoming, ACS: The Assassination of Gianni Versace, Killing Eve, One Day at the Time (season 2), Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, Maniac (season 2), Legion (season 2), AHS: Apocalypse.

10. Anne with and E (season 2)

I never was a huge fan of the book as a kid but I read it as mandatory lecture in primary school. But I am a huge fan of this series. Beautiful placement of the plot plus very talented young cast with leading Amybeth. The best part of the story for me always was the dynamics of Anna's relationship with her adopted parents.

9. Patrick Melrose

What an absolutely outstanding trio of actors: Benedict Cumberbatch, Hugo Weaving and Jennifer Jason Leigh. Plus another young talent this year Seabstian Maltz who as a young Patrick is giving one of the most dramatic performence of the year. Creators did justice to the novel.

8. The Deuce (season 2)

This was one of the most enjoyable series this year. I love the period it shows and since the first season I started to develop a sympathy for all those characters especially for Candy. Too bad the series seems to be forgotten this year by critics. In my opion it came back in a lot better shape than last year. It’s funnier, it’s faster and the whole fuss around making porno adaptation of Red Riding Hood is just captivating.

7. Sharp Objects

Another great limited series and another proof of my love to the craftsmanship of brilliant Jean-Marc Vallée. The story from book was kinda predictable and tacky. But thanks to the director who is an expert of showing emotions and dilemmas from the past plus the cast of three great actresses made it into phenomenal work. I am really looking forward to see more projects from cooperation of Mr. Vallee and HBO because so far it brings only true treasures.

6. Barry

I was always a fan of Bill Harder on SNL and his (usually) small roles in comedies. So then I found out that he’s making his own show I kept my fingers crossed for the success. And the results are better than expected. Barry is a great combination of drama and comedy. It sound like things we see lately very often but Barry is the best mix of two this year (not to mention animated series). Why? Because drama is real (he’s a seriall killer with many very hard moral choices to make) and the comedy provided (mostly) by Henry Winkler is just a poor gold. Well done.

5. The Haunting of Hill House

I’m not a big horror enthusiast but I do have a soft spot for those stories in classical form. And what’s more classic than beautiful, old, and huge haunted house. I fell in love with this series and it’s so much better than the previous movies. This one is actually very far from the original story written by Shirley Jackson but it capture the atmosphere the best. Separation of episode focusing on different from five siblings was a great idea. From non-believer to the most affected of the kids the story became more and more intense and scary. I honestly was scared almost the whole time. Still I tried to play with creators and watch for all the hidden ghosts in the background. The secret of Bent Neck Lady was haunting me for a while and even after finishing the series it all stayed with me in my mind. This was my favorite new series of the year. I’d love to see it again in other form, maybe as anthology like AHS. With this cast yes please!

4. GLOW (season 2)

It’s so nice today that we can get such a smahing tv show this such a huge female cast. I love this series and those Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling since season 1. I always enjoy it when show or movie takes me to another peroid of time and GLOW blend us into into that reality of 80 like nothing else. We had so many exctiting things this season with Debbie becoming single mother after divorce, Sam Silvia trying himself as a father and the whole team becoiming more and more like a crazy family (recording of intro in the mall was amazing). In real life I’m not really intrested in wrestling (like at all) and though it probably differs a lot than reality I loved those duels bethween characters. Episode Mother of All Matches is one of the best in 2018.

3. BoJack Horseman (season 5)

Oh how I love this show and this character. And before anyone judge me I don’t love BoJack for being a walking disaster and misery. I love this character and many other on the show for the incredibly smart writing. He is a alcoholic, narcissus and washed-out tv star and that who he is. Just like Priness Caroline is an ambitious woman who will give up many things for career even if she know it won’t give her happines in the end. But that’s the greatest thing about this show and creators that they won’t change those characters and put them in unexpected positions just to get the wow factor from the viewers. They still find a way to present those persons in fresh and captivating way but making it “in” the nature of the character. And that’s the fift season so congrats! And still we can count on them to give us some real gems like episode Free Churro which is a masterpiece of writing. The thing is this season of BoJack doesn’t stand out in specific way from other but it gives us the thing it always did and never disappoints - crazy rollercoaster ride.

2. Mozart in the Jungle (season 4)

When I said at the beginning that this list is totally subjective I meant it inter alia because of this series. Mozart IS my favorite tv series. I don’t know if the best but it always gave me the most joy when watching it adn that’s a pretty good determinant. Unfortunately I will have to start saying it WAS my favorite because Amazon cancelled series after this season. I’m still mad and disappointed because GoT is about to end so all platforms grab the money to invest in “next huge thing” (in case of Amazon it’s new Lord of the Ring..yeah we need it). But don’t get me wrong. I didn’t put Mozart this high because I’m mad and or to mark someone’s mistake. I just really loved this season. Placing the plot in Japan was bull’s-eye move. Rodrigo De Souza (favorite tv character next to Leslie Knope) as a boyfriend of Hailey was hilarious, a much as observing her way to become succesfull and independent artist. The scene when she debuts as conductor with piece “Hi” is maybe my favorite moment in whole season. Even stronger is her performence at the finale. Although I rooted for Hailey and Rodrigo as a couple I’m glad that creators didn’t go into cliche with their relationship. Another strong scene is the on at traditional tea ceremony. Of course as always the whole season was very firm from the music side (this series helped me to discover a little piece of classical music and I’m grateful for that). I will really miss this series. I think it could easily do another season especially now when creators decided to end this season in such an interesting place. Too bad...

1. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (season 2)

There’s nothing to explain... but I will ;) I compared all the series with each other and in my opinion there was nothing better that Mrs. Maisel this year. I enjoyed it last year but I didn’t even expected how much delight will it be to have it back. Visually it is the most beautiful thing in tv right now. And the writing as always is case of Amy Sherman-Palladino is just excellent. Those characters are so fast and wit it’s just a pleasure to observe them interact and discuss with much to many words and refrences than any normal person would use. And those actors really take it like a champs. All episodes in Paris was nice but it was nothing compre to Catskill where it felt like watching dirty dancing but with much better and more interesting story. I love the way Palladino direct her characters. How they develop especially Midge, her friendship with Susie and her realisation that stand-up comedy is not only the thing she want to do but it is something she will do for the rest of her life. Every time she stands in front of audience, camera or father himself she proves to be nailer and we as audience live for those moments! I really enjoyed see her parents in Paris as we could discover totally different side of them both and also new romance of Midge. But my favorite sequence of the season was Midge watching Lenny Bruce (Luke Kirby is so on point with this role) in last episode and realising it all (inconspicuous scene but made me waste a few tears). At the end I will add that I love the attitude towards the children presented in this series...irrational like many other things.

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Suming up in my list dominant are HBO and Netflix productions but in the end two first places go to Amazon.

Comapring with previous year there is no sign of Legion in top 10. Well season 2 was good, sometimes even great but not enough to get into the top. Beside there’s less new series on the list (seven in 2017, four this year) but we had some amazing comebacks.

I don’t have huge disappointments this year, maybe just a few. 1) Romanoffs were boring as hell and I really counted on Weiner. 2) Cancelling of many good series like Mozart in the Jungle or Daredevil. 3) Riverdale became so absurd that it beats and law of logic. I mean why it gotta be so intense?

#top10 #2018 #year summary #tv series #hbo #netflix #Amazon #marvelous mrs maisel #mozart in the jungle #Bojack Horseman #glow #the haunting of hill house #barry #sharp objects #the deuce #patrick melrose #anne with an e #best of 2018

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Loving Thy Friend | Key

Requested: Hello! Can I request a Key x reader friends with benefits scenario where they both fall for each other? Thanks!

Description: You and Key have been friends since you two debuted around the same time. While he was making a name for himself in SHINee, you were growing in popularity in the acting field. Over time you both went through your fair share of dating fails which brought the idea of sex with no strings attached. It worked out for a good amount of time but you start to think if there could be anyone else but Key.

Genre: Slight Smut / Angst / Fluff Ending / Friends with Benefits AU

Word Count: 2.2k

I have been an actress for about ten years now. My hard work definitely precedes me. Being successful never hits you until the recognition from others gets you more and more noticed. Once I had my tenth anniversary fan meeting, the realization of how long I’ve been acting really got to me one way or another.

I started acting when I was sixteen and now being the ripe old age of twenty-six, the work never stops. Currently, I’m working on a drama as the lead. There’s flashbacks in the drama so I have to wear a school uniform which makes me feel like I’m too old to be wearing one.

During touch-ups, my phone rings. A smile slowly comes across my face when I read the name on the screen.

“How can I help you, Kibummie?”

He chuckles through the phone, “From the sound of your voice, it sounds like you’re having fun. Are you filming today?”

“Yeah, they got me in a school uniform. A good way to make me feel older than I actually am.”

“Yah, we’re the same age. Are you calling me old too?”

“I mean if the shoe fits.” We both laugh.

Kibum, or as the world knows him as Key, and I have been friends ever since we were trainees. We also debuted in the same year. Our personalities match which is how we’ve been able to keep in touch even after he became extremely popular with his group, SHINee.

“Alright, ajumma. Do you have time later to get some food?”

I look at the time to see that it’s already past noon, “We still have a few scenes to film until later on.”

“That’s perfect since we have some interviews to do until then. So we can have dinner?”

I nod, “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

Normally times like this where we hang out by the end of the day leads to something else. That being something we’ve been doing for nearly a year.

Kibum and I have always been there for each other, especially during the ups and downs of dating. Either we’ve been cheated on, dumped, or the relationship just didn’t work. We always found ourselves comforting each other. Until one night, we had gotten a little too drunk and we ended up sleeping together. At first, we felt regretful about it and decided to act like nothing happened, which we did, and it felt nice to not have to worry about anything afterwards. That’s when we came up with the idea of having a friends with benefits type of relationship.

As of late, my feelings have been failing me.

I meet up with Kibum at our favorite bbq restaurant. I wait as he starts cooking the meat professionally like he always does.

“How’s filming going?” He asks.

“It’s going well. All we can hope for is good ratings afterall.”

He scoffs, “You’re saying that like it’s difficult. Nearly every drama you’ve been in has had high ratings, you know why?”

I smile waiting for him to give me a compliment, “Why?”

“You always scare the leading guy so he’s pressured enough to always picking up the slack.” I slouch, I should’ve known he wasn’t going to give me some sort of praise. “Don’t think it’s because of your acting skills.”

I fake laugh, “Of course not, that’s why I’ve won multiple acting awards which reminds me when are you gonna get one?”

He gives me a side glance, “I’m not the one dressed up as a high school student in my mid twenties.”

“Didn't you dress like a student once?”

He nods, “Yeah but I was handsome in that uniform. I can't say the same for you.”

After a few more savage banters between us, we finally quiet down by eating. There was also talk about work and his upcoming comeback with SHINee. I managed to keep the conversation away from his variety show filming with BoA. I like her but sometimes I feel like second best compared to her.

The meet from the grill is nearly gone so I reach over to grab a piece of meat from the far side. I end up burning my wrist against the edge of the grill. I pull it back to swallow the pain of the burn. I blow the hot spot even though I know it wouldn’t help.

“Are you okay?” Kibum asks watching me deal with the pain.

I nod “Yeah, I’m fine. That’s what I get for being greedy.”

“Here,” he grabs my hand to reveal the burn mark, “Tomatoes help reduce the heat.” He takes half of a tomato to rub around the tender spot.

As I watch him, I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. It wasn’t the first time too. I found myself paying more attention to the little things that Kibum does that I never realized had any effect on me. In some ways, I’d hope that he would just scold me like he usually would and say ‘How can you be so greedy for the brisket to burn yourself, dummy.’

Instead, I was gawking at Kibum and seeing him in a whole different light. I saw him as not only my friend but someone that I wanted to have an intimate relationship with instead of a sexual one. If I wanted to keep the friendship I have with him, I’ll have to stop the benefits before my feelings eat away at me.

After we finished eating, Key and I go back to his apartment. We usually finish up the night with some beer and soju which usually leads to other things. We end up sitting on the couch drinking and talking about whatever comes to mind.

In my sudden hard thinking, I feel Kibum’s hand putting pressure on my shoulder, “What are you thinking about that’s got you extremely tensed in the shoulders?” He asks.

I shake my head, “Just work. It’s nothing.”

He begins to trail his lips across my shoulder blades until he leans in close enough that his chest is touching my arm. His breath starts to tickle my ear causing the familiar sensation between my legs to radiate like usual.

I honestly don’t want to have another night with him like this but the selfish side of me can’t help it.

Looking up at him, our lips meet. His body leans into mine, pushing me down onto the couch. I part my legs wide enough to let his waist come closer. I let out a moan when I feel his erection press into me, causing friction to my core.

Kibum pulls away but his lips continue to move from jaw down to my neck, “Don’t think about anything. Just keep your eyes on me.” He whispers.

Looking into his eyes, unable to say anything, I nod.

I’ve decided that this would be the last time we’d do this. It would hurt me too much to pretend like nothing was going on with me. Over time, it would get to the point where I wouldn’t be able to let go of Kibum and I wouldn’t be able to have him as a friend.

The following morning, Kibum and I had fallen asleep on the couch. I woke up to the sight of his sleeping face and his arms wrapped around me. It took a lot of willpower to get up out of his grasp. I wanted so desperately to stay like that for as long as possible, but it was only making things worse for me.

I started getting dressed when I hear Kibum move around on the couch. I take a breath to think about what I was going to say.

“It’s still early. You should stay for breakfast.” He says before getting up to put his boxers on.

I finish getting dressed when I just say what I have to before it gets even more complicated, “Let’s stop doing this.”

He chuckles, “What? Having breakfast together?”

I turn to look at him, “No, let’s stop having sex with each other.”

There’s an awkward silence until he finally says something, “Why all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know about you but I’m getting bored with all this. We’ve been doing this no strings attached thing for a year now. Maybe it’s time for us to get back into the real world of dating again.”

“Is what we have not working for you anymore?” He asks with a serious tone.

I shake my head, “I love you, Kibum but we already know that nothing more will come from us doing this for much longer. That was our arrangement, friends with benefits. I’d like to keep the friendship.”

Kibum sighs then shrugs his shoulders, “Fine, consider the benefits gone.”

It hurt to hear him say it so matter-of-fact. Deep down I wanted him to fight for me but instead, he did what I’d expect him to do. I can’t hate him for it since this was what was going to happen eventually. It’s time to get back to reality. A hard pill to swallow.

As the days went by, Kibum and I had gone back to our usual routine before the arrangement. We were talking like nothing had changed. I subconsciously began to avoid him in hopes that he wouldn’t bring up the topic or I’d give in if he wanted to do something more again. I felt terrible since I ended it so it wouldn’t affect our friendship but I was putting a dent in it myself.

I was able to keep my mind occupied with work. We were filming the intense scenes today so it helped me get some of my inner turmoil out and it also made for good content.

The director had called for us to take a break. I head towards the food truck that Kibum had sent me when I noticed that one figure standing near it that wasn’t his picture.

I put on a smile as I approached him, “Kibummie, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be doing promotions today?”

“I finished them early. I thought I’d come and see how work was going.”

I nod, “It’s going pretty well. We just got done shooting the emotional scenes today.” He hands me a cup of coffee that was from the food truck, “Thanks for the truck. I’m not sure how many more photos of yourself you could’ve put on it though.”

He chuckles but his laugh seems different than usual, “I know that you don’t get tired of seeing my face so I figured it was necessary.”

The more I stare at him the more I begin to sense something is up. Taking the initiative I ask, “What’s wrong? You seem different than usual.”

He sighs, “I wanna know the real reason.”

I gasp wishing that he had actually gotten over it, “I already told you.

He scoffs, “I tried to accept your reasoning but I don’t feel like it’s true.”

I start to panic, wondering if I should tell him the truth or not. Instead, I continue to lie, “We can’t keep doing this for the rest of our lives. It’s better if you move on from the idea now. We tried it and it worked for the time that we needed to recover from our past relationship failures.”

“I don’t wanna just move on.”

I should’ve known doing this for as long as we did would cause this kind of drama. I really wanted to preserve the friendship that Kibum and I had but it seems like things won’t be going back to the way it was.

“Don’t you get it? Eventually we’ll need love and affection, the kind friends can’t give to each other.”

He stares at me for the longest time before taking a step towards me, “What if I told you that the only love and affection that I want is from you.”

My heart races as I comprehend his sudden confession, “What?”

Kibum takes my hand in his and squeezes it, “For some time I’ve been having these feelings. I couldn’t describe them but when you told me that you wanted to stop our deal, my heart broke. As time went by, I started to feel like I was missing something. I had missed feeling your touch. That’s when I realized that what I was feeling towards you wasn’t the type you’d have for a friend.”

“It’s became more than you could handle.” I say knowing exactly how he felt since it had been what I was going through recently. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He smiles, “I was scared that it would ruin our relationship if you didn’t feel the same way.”

Every bit of emotion hits me. Kibum was feeling the same romantic confusion as I was. All this time I was scared of losing him but in fact we were only growing closer as our intimate time together went on.

“For how long?” I ask.

“Since the first time. I felt guilty for feeling that way since I figured you wouldn’t have wanted a relationship.”

“I thought you wouldn’t have wanted it. That’s why I ended it.”

Kibum laughs, “Maybe we are meant for each other since we’re both so dense.”

“So where do we go from here?” I ask wondering if this was really happening between us.

He smiles before interlocking his hand with mine, “What are you doing after work? Would you like to go on a date?”

#shinee #shinee scenario #shinee key #shinee key scenario #shinee key angst #shinee angst #shinee fluff #shinee key fluff #shinee key scenario fluff #shinee key scenario angst #shinee kibum #shinee kibum scenario #shinee kibum scenario fluff #shinee kibum scenario angst

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Thoughts on RPDR AS3 Ep. 2

Spoilers. So don’t read ahead if you haven’t watched. XO

Milk - she’s making great TV. Is it grating watch someone be delusional? I dunno but some of y’all like Shannel and she was... O.o ... just saying. But I think Milk is aware. And if she isn’t, the jokes on her isn’t it. So don’t get to harsh peeps. It’s not personal, it’s just drag. (Her “meltdown” about Celine. We get it gurl but Trixie was right.) I have to give her credit tho; she wasn’t wrong about Shangela... But hey...drama...am I right ;) ? Also she was joking about SuperModel thing. She smiled. That was the smile of: I’m proud I just told a joke. And if she really believes that then you and I both know that the joke is on her. Either way, she’s on TV and not us, so don’t get too worked up mawma.

Trixie - So like...Trixie is skating by. Don’t channel Pearl. She didn’t win. But her confessionals are 100% on point. Loved her Dolly but didn’t do much. Her rudemption runway was god-awful. She took notes from Katya’s Knitter-Please and Kennedy’s hello kitty look. Disgusting = Toot. (And from the looks of the preview for next week, She’s getting a wake up call.) WAKE UP, TRIXIE!

Thorgy - Well shit. I just identify with her so much. I can’t hate on her because that’s me. I’d be doing the same. Is she petty? Yes. She was Katya’d -- except Katya was saved. I LOVED HER RUNWAY LOOK -- SHOOT! But I’m also just gonna say, Todrick did nothing to help her really. DID YOU SEE HER GET HERSELF SOMETHING OTHER SCENE TO BE IN. BLESS HER FOR TRYING. Did she deserve to go home tho? I mean yes. But what the fuck was she given? NOTHING. And do I want her to go home? No. I agree with her inner saboteur conspiracy, but like there’s nothing she could do. ALSO I CAUGHT THAT SHADE WHEN SHANGELA & KENNEDY STARTED TALKING OVER THORGY. :( . I empathize with her and I can already see the shit she’s gonna get and it just makes me sad because Thorgy honestly just deserves to be constantly happy and positive. BUT THAT ENDING WAS CREEPY AF. I personally want and expect Morgan to comeback but if Thorgy claws her way back I wouldn’t be mad. (Sorry for this rant, but I really love Thorgy and only want her shout “Whoo!” and be her distracted eccentric self). Was the pageant rigged? I’d agree with Thorgy and say yes. It’s unfortunate because I’ll take Thorgy confessionals over Milk’s because all the gays are complaining about Milk...

Kennedy - FIRST OF ALL. HER RUNWAY? SHOOT. Gurl. She did a reveal. She was crystallized for the gawds. It was gorgeous. THAT IS DRAG. You cannot fucking tell me that is not drag. Just for that look. She deserved to stay. Was her lipsync shit? Yes. But I thought the same for Glamazon Airways too... Was her Janet Jackson not perfect? Yes. But like Kennedy can fucking do the damn thing. I’m rooting for her for the Top 4 purely out of spite for these bitches that can’t get their head out of their asses that this is drag show and bitchy queens = great tv. Like I said before, Trixie was right about Kennedy: she’s a grumpy old drag queen that tells it like it is. And if you can’t handle that honesty...bitch then I don’t know what to tell you.

Shangela - Slayed the house down boots. Kicked it into overdrive. She literally became the snow ho. I love it: SHOOT. Thorgy was right though, Shangela literally was given the best part (her and BenDeLa) and she slayed so no surprise there. Lipsync was great. The Jump Rope gag was fun...but...like..well I’ll talk about later. Shangela is going to fucking play this game and I’m READY FOR IT. If she doesn’t make it to Top 4, she’s gonna go far because she’s about to lay down her alliances quickly.

Aja - Didn’t get enough screen time this episode. But she did really well! I almost thought she did better than Bebe. Plus her Princess Disaster look was GORGEOUS. Personally I give it a Shoot because I just love the original disaster and the glow up is AMAZING - WERK SIS! I really want Aja to go far. Imagine the gag if she gets TOP 4. OMG I’d be surprised but it would be amazing television. Keep it up gurl!

Bebe - Did she slay her Diana Ross? YES. Was there bias? HELL YES. Her runway look was perfection -- Bebe doesn’t do wrong. But was it underwhelming compared to the other glow ups? IMO, yes. I love a good business fish look but you know--then again there weren’t really any looks for Bebe to redeem. IMAGINE IF SHE JUST WALKED IN HER ORIGINAL CROWING FINALE OUTFIT? I would have gagged. Still #TeamBeBe tho. I’m loyal. That edit tho trying to mislead you.

Chi Chi - She nailed Patti. Perhaps she wasn’t perfect, but she did pretty well and was entertaining. See the trick with this is to be funny and entertaining. And Chi Chi did that. Her look was a safe toot for me. I think Chi Chi is beautiful and something about it was fun and youthful. It was a little... teenager goes to a blacklight rave. I’m hoping she serves something more avant-garde soon or something elevated (which stay tuned for next episode cuz she looked gorg). I’m glad she’s safe. ALSO THAT SHADY EDITING IN THE BEGINNING WITH HER CALLING OUT MILK. I see you shady editors. bless you.

BenDeLaCreme - Okay. Next to BeBe, I’m rooting for Ben. And bitch, my other gal is playing the fucking game. She’s playing the congeniality card fucking well. Do I believe her “boo-hoo fish”? Yes and no. She sent Morgan home because of how she was sending people home. She’s PLAYING THE GAME. She is secretly the conniving bitch of this season and I can’t wait. She slayed as Julie Andrews. Except it was no fucking surprise. Her part was also the best and had lots of content to work with. Each queen had a Diva that definitely fit them. But some did have more to work with. Her runway toot. Loved it. Dripping in jewels even more than before. NOW THAT LIPSYNC. I FUCKING SEE YOU BEN. You pulled a Katya. You gave up. You threw that lipsync just to not send another bitch home. You may have done a ruveal gag, but GURL. YOU PHONED IT IN. You had more in you and you could have probably beat Shangela. But you know, I respect you for playing the game bitch. I wouldn’t want to send Thorgy or Kennedy home. Gurl I was waiting for this tactical lipsync throwing shenanigans. I would do it fucking too.

Ben, Shangela, and BeBe are the front runners for now. But I think next episode we’ll start to settle on who’s gonna be there for the long-run. So here’s to another week’s wait for good TV. Also that skit with strip poker? Cute ;) . Also keep up this shady editing. I live for it. It makes ru-watching the episode so much fun. Also this lipsync extravaganza...not great. 5/10. But all the gurls did the best they could.

THORGY RANT CONTINUED:

Imagine Thorgy with any other character. She could have probably have easily done Dolly. She probably could have easily slayed Julie Andrews. HELL, I bet she could of even done Diana Ross. But tell me what the fuck is she supposed to do with Stevie Knicks? What did Todrick give her? NOTHING. -.- . She was Katya’d and she wasn’t wrong. Perhaps I indulge in Delusion (by Jinx) too, but I mean...c’mon.

Her thing with Bob. Is it petty? Yes. But let me tell you, those types of people ARE fucking annoying especially for a person whose constantly in their head. Is that a weakness? yes. Is it something to overcome? yes. But Thorgy isn’t being irrational. Self-doubt and inner saboteur are powerful things that require time and self-improvement to overcome. And Thorgy (and even I) have to continuously work on it. But you forget they’re in the context of stressful competition. IT’S HARD TO NOT COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS. IT’S JUST FUCKING HARD. But you can’t blame Thorgy for still doing the god damn thing. She did so well but when she crashes she burns and it’s not fun to see. But I mean, that’s me too. I empathize so much that I can’t give her shit. I just can’t. that pettiness when she was writing her mirror message. It’s not pretty but shit fucking sucks. I don’t think Thorgy is a hateful person. I think she’s fun. But if you cross her, that’s a big no-no. It sucks to feel like you’re being forced to lose. I wish Thorgy was able to muster some bubbly-ness instead of be bitter but it’s hard.

Finally all these bitches always say that Thorgy was destroyed in her lipsync against Chi Chi and like saying she was desperate. Bitch. You a white bitch going into a lipsync for “And I’m Telling You” against a black queen--the Lipsync assassin? Bitch. Thorgy would have one that lipsync against any other queen except for Bob and Chi Chi. That’s the fucking tea. Chi Chi was in an outfit REMINISCENT of fucking Dreamgirls! SHE LOOKED LIKE SHE LITERALLY WAS FROM DREAMGIRLS. HOW THE FUCK IS THORGY SUPPOSED TO FUCKING BEAT THAT? I’m not saying it was rigged, but bitch, let’s be fucking real. Thorgy was fucking sent home the minute Kim Chi was saved. Imagine Kim Chi vs. Chi Chi. Now I was Team Kim Chi, but I ain’t fucking stupid. Kim Chi is not the queen to defeat Chi Chi in a lipsync of “And I’m telling you”. Thorgy was fucking set up to go home. Was her video a mess? Yes. Was her look a mess? I mean...I liked it...not a huge toot...but not an enthusiastic toot. She crashed that episode--HARD. I totally think it did a disservice to Thorgy. THORGY CONCEDED THE LIPSYNC TO CHI CHI. That’s why she did that cartwheel -- cause it don’t fucking matter. That’s why she waved for attention -- she’s waving bye. That’s why she raised Chi Chi’s arm at the end -- she knows she lost. ALL I’m saying. BTM 3: Thorgy, Chi Chi, Kim Chi. Think of the the combinations of lipsyncs. Chi Chi wins both her match-ups. Kim Chi loses either combo. And think of production team and how that could affect who they want to stay. Of course you wanna keep the avant-garde, unique polite likable Kim Chi. And Chi Chi is just a lovable underdog. Thorgy is getting overshadowed by Bob. She makes great TV cause she’s eccentric but Bob is just doing the god damn thing so of course Thorgy has no favoritism to be helped to stay--if she fucks up, she’s out. ALSO DERRICK STAYED TOO LONG, and this is coming from someone who initially was rooting for Derrick. Oh fucking well. Shit happened and there’s nothing we can change. Reference this lipsync all you want about how terrible Thorgy is, but lemme tell you. I would have tried my best too, but when I know I’m beat, I know I’m fucking beat.

*END RANT* I’m just frustrated with myself atm so I just vented. Sorry if you read this. I didn’t mean for you to read word vomit. But I just needed to just type out shit. I love Thorgy. I really wish better for her. <3 And i’m not mad at the elimination, just disappointed cuz this lipsync was still rigged and shit.

#RPDR #RuPaul's Drag Race #Drag Race #RPDR AS3 #All Stars 3 #Episode 2 #VH1 #Divas #BenDeLaCreme #Bebe Zahara Benet #Milk #Trixie Mattel #Thorgy Thor #Chi Chi Devayne #Kennedy Davenport #Aja #Shangela

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Arc V Anniversary Day 16

Day 16: Favorite OP/ED/Music Track

Arc V has such terrific music. While I like all of the opening themes, my favorite one would definitely be Light of Hope. The song starts off with the signer feeling despair and uncertainty only to come out with hope and belief in themselves. Not only does this fit perfectly with Yuya's conflict throughout the series, to the point where it could be sung from his perspective, but it blatantly spells out a major theme of the entire show with its lyrics. It was like someone watched Arc V and wrote a song about it. It is fantastic and I love listening to it. It was one of those openings that always got me excited to watch an episode due to the combination of its good lyrics, catchy beat and great visuals. Just the chorus itself combined with the visuals of Yuya performing with his monsters always makes me smile.

Kirifuda is my second favorite opening. It has a really positive message of keep moving forward, has some nice visuals and it has a really catchy beat, especially with the chorus. It really gets you excited to watch the episode and the lyrics work great for Yuya’s struggles during the Synchro arc as well. I also really like Believe x Believe. It does have the most nostalgic value out of the opening themes due to being the first one, but I also liked its catchy upbeat tune and the visuals were so great. It really gave off a good first impression when I first watched it and it still holds up quite nicely today.

My favorite ending theme is Future Fighters. I just love how both Yuya and Reiji's voice actors are singing the song together. The lyrics fit their characters pretty nicely, the point where you can just easily imagine Yuya and Reiji singing the duet themselves. I just really like that and wished that voice actors singing as their characters happened more often in this franchise. Plus, the visuals are really cool and I do like that there were hints towards the dimensional war in this song before it was officially revealed.

Vision is a close second. I initially didn't think much of the song. It wasn't bad at all, but I didn't think it would have much impact compared to the other ending themes. But after listening to it more often, especially the full version, it grew on me a lot more than I thought it would. Similar to Light of Hope, the lyrics make it sound like it could be sung from Yuya's point of view, especially with the chorus. The visuals are simplistic, but I think that they fit nicely with the tone of the song. It has a melancholy and almost nostalgic tone to it due to the lyrics, so focusing on Yuya spending time with Yuzu and Gongenzaka fits nicely. After everything they had already gone through, their simple days of being together in Standard would feel nostalgic and almost sad for them given that they had been away from their home for awhile. Plus, the music video for the song had Kensho Ono in it, which is a nice bonus as far as I'm concerned, and the video also helped to make the tone of the song even clearer.

Arc of Smiles is just good fun. While the upbeat tone of the song could be jarring after how some episodes ended, it was always a fun way to cool down and it was really catchy. Plus, the visuals of the Lancers on different random adventures was so great and fun to see.

As for music tracks, I haven't listened to the four Sound Duels CDs yet, although I really should one of these days, but I have a few tracks that I can mention here. Yuya's theme is really good. It has a good catchy beat to it that builds up to a sense of excitement for the audience. That really fits with Yuya and helps to make his comebacks during his duels where this theme is used more exciting to watch. DDD is really good. It has a huge dramatic tone to it that also make it sound intimidating. I remember it being used right after Reiji first Synchro and Xyz summoned in his first match against Yuya, as well as when he first met Shun. That track is a perfect way to end a cliffhanger since it really makes the situation more intense.

Swing! The Pendulum of the Soul has a similar dramatic tone to it that DDD has. It really makes a scene more intense and helped to make the cliffhanger ending of the first episode more dramatic as well. Yuto's Passion Soul is quite good too. It is more emotional in spots, which fits nicely with Yuto and the scene where he merged with Yuya, but there is some good excitement to the track as well. It's not too surprising that they often used this track for Yugo as well given that it can work for a dramatic comeback in a duel too. There are plenty of other tracks that I could talk about, but these are the main ones that came to mind. Arc V has a lot of great music and the care that they put into the opening/ending themes, as well as the music tracks, really shine through in the show itself.

#Arc V #Arc V Music #Arc V Anniversary #Arcvanniversary

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under the cut: a feelings-dump over figure skating at the 2018 olympics, a week later!

these olympics have been such an emotional roller coaster honestly if not for my heart rate tracker i would not have known just how deeply i was invested into this entire event. i have anticipated this all year and yet i still have no idea how i made it through (shout out to my friends who watched with me as my emotional support either in person or via video chat). although not every event went exactly as i wanted, overall compared to the mess that was the sochi olympics, i’m pretty satisfied. but while the events are still relatively fresh in my head, i just wanted to get down a bunch of my final thoughts on each of the events.

pairs:

my beloved sui/han - what more can i say except for the fact that i absolutely ADORE them and i think these olympics have officially boosted them into favorite pairs team of all time (even above shen/zhao). i was (and still am a bit) absolutely devastated that they lost out on the gold medal by less than half a point, i have a lot of respect for the team they lost to (i think i was more sad about how devastated they looked afterward). i still think they were lowballed in PCS in the SP (it really should’ve been a WR), which is honestly my favorite pairs short of the season. but i think if there’s anything that runs true about chinese pairs it’s their longevity and dedication to hard work. if they could come back after such severe injuries to accomplish what they did (becoming world champs in 2017, olympic silver, not finishing below 2nd in any event since their comeback), they will be a force to be reckoned with for the next quadrennial. mark my words, i will be there in 2022 to cheer for them even if i have to swim to beijing.

savchenko/massot - all i can say is that while she was never my favorite coming into any olympics that i’ve followed (2010, 2014, 2018) i so respect her perseverance and she is 100% deserving of the gold medal. this season’s FS is my favorite free skate she’s ever done; it’s a masterpiece. if i had a criticism: i only wish that she was still with her old partner (robin szolkowy) because she and bruno still never look like a cohesive unit when they skate together, and i honestly feel like the judges give PCS based on aljona not bruno.

duhamel/radford - as much as i really dislike meagan’s air positions in her throws and jumps (they make me cringe EVERY TIME) i was really happy for them when they won the bronze. they were so elated and meagan’s sportsmanship is really admirable. i’m so glad they went back to hometown glory instead of their muse FS from earlier in the season, and they also prevented a russian team from making it to the podium so that’s always a +1 in my book.

tarasova/morozov - honestly with that candyman program they were absolutely doomed to fail. i don’t know how and why it happened, but while i still think they were massively overscored in PCS in the short program, their classic russian style still suits them much better. i still remain curious of what a clean FS would have been scored as, had they delivered it here.

men:

YUZURU HANYU - has there ever been a more captivating skater in this generation? he is truly an angel sent from heaven to grace us with his existence. i have been dreading/anticipating the olympics for the past year because of this man and the STRESS he constantly puts me under. despite a nearly career-ending injury, he still managed to put together two solid programs (did he deserve the WR in the short? fuck yeah) and in the process nearly stopped my heart from beating (seriously, my heart rate went up to 188 bpm during his short program). i am just so thrilled that his most iconic programs got their deserved olympic moments. yuzu is the epitome of what it means to be an athlete and an artist - he stops at nothing to reach his goals and yet wears his heart on his sleeve at every moment. his future is uncertain for now (i’m begging you please withdraw from worlds) but as of now i would be more than happy to just watch him do crossovers for the rest of eternity.

shoma uno - i am SO excited for what’s to come with shoma. what he lacks in height he really makes up with his presence on the ice and his skating! once yuzuru retires (cries) he will surely leave the future of japan’s men’s skaters in good hands. i absolutely love his short program this season, but i just really hope he stops making my heart clench when he jumps. thank your knees after every competition, shoma. he’s definitely the most well-rounded member of the sQuad skating-wise and will be a force to be reckoned with in 2022.

javier fernandez - my sentimental fave. in the beginning of the season i was really not feeling the charlie chaplin SP but as the season progressed i felt myself falling for the charm of that program. it’s just so fun and javi has so much personality. i don’t think anyone skates character programs as well as him, and i am so sad that he is retiring but at the same time i understand his sentiments. absolutely thrilled that he got the first figure skating medal for spain!

nathan chen - i truly believed that this olympics was just one cycle to early for nathan. i know a LOT of people said that this was the perfect time for him since his body is in peak form for doing the quads, but i really didn’t think he had the maturity to both handle the pressure of being a top figure skater nor the artistry or skating skills to match the top men yet. but he’s just 18 and it’s only his 2nd year as a senior. although i am really sad that his SP never got an olympic moment (it’s a fantastic vehicle for him when he’s clean, kudos to shae-lynn) i am thrilled that he got his redemptive FS (what a moment!), but i hope that he learns that changing jump layout from competition to competition is probably not the best strategy going into the olympics (or worlds). in four years i’m sure he’ll be the full package - with the artistry and technical capabilities.

patrick chan - i’ve got complicated feelings about patrick, only because while i felt sorry for him in sochi and i appreciate his beautiful skating skills (seriously, he glides across the ice like a feather) he has a habit of putting his foot into his mouth during a lot of his interviews and they’ve unfortunately soured my impression of him as a skater. i never really bought that his comeback was about skating for himself, i always just thought it was because he still thought he could compete with everyone and win. whether or not that’s true doesn’t really matter in the long run, but i’m happy that he was able to land a 3A in his final performance and got that gold medal he desperately wanted.

boyang jin - i love how emotional he got when he finished his free! while his FS is still a little gimmicky to me, his SP truly shows off how far he’s come in the past 2 seasons wrt his skating. for all that the media likes to bash his lack of transitions, he’s not the only one who lacks them and it makes me so sad that he’s the only one that gets criticized for it. he def still has a lot of work to do but i think that he can definitely make the podium in beijing if he continues to improve. he still has the most hilarious mid-jump faces.

vincent zhou - i was not prepared to cry at his reaction at the end of his free skate! to be honest, i don’t really feel much when he skates to moulin rouge (mostly because i’m so used to tessa and scott’s version, but also because of the lack of transitions) but you could tell after he finished his last jump that he was skating with so much freedom and really enjoying his olympic moment. especially after all the pressure he must have felt after making it on the team over ross miner, he probably wanted to prove that he deserved to be in pyeongchang and he definitely did, landing in 6th place. he really needs to work on the spins and the footwork (and learn to use his arms more effectively) but he’s just 17 and he’s never been to senior worlds yet. give him time. (and please stop hiring new coaches)

ice dance

virtue/moir - i was really worried that they weren’t going to be able to pull it out because of the judging situation but at the end of the day the stars just aligned in all the right ways for them to win. it’s amazing to me that after 2 years of not competing they’re in the best form they’ve ever been (their 13-14 season was pretty awful competitively). but if anything, v/m have always been able to deliver when they need to. truly one of the best and i will miss seeing them compete, assuming that they’re retiring.

papadakis/cizeron - my heart broke for gabby in the SD when i saw her wardrobe malfunction. that being said, i think they were massively overscored in the SD, which is just bad judging. i think that this silver was honestly the best thing that could’ve happened to them, because if they had won over tessa and scott they probably would have to face judging controversies and shit like that. their FD is such a thing of beauty but you could tell that the audience didn’t quite get it, unfortunately. but they’ll be there in 2022 - that OGM is just waiting for them

shibutanis - ARGUABLY THE RESULT I WAS MOST EXCITED FOR IN ICE DANCE. i’m still mad as hell about that lvl2 rhumba but it’s fine because i was so excited for them that they skated 4 clean programs at the olympics since their last two competitions had been a bit of a struggle for them. i was worried that the past mistakes would prevent them from skating free but they really let it go in that final minute of their individual FD. i’m not even a huge fan of their FD but they skated their asses off to it and you could tell that they were super invested in it and they ultimately convinced me in the end. the fact that they got on the podium despite constantly being lowballed for being a sibling duo speaks volumes about what they’ve accomplished here. so so proud of them.

chock/bates - i’m gonna be honest, i was really never into any of chock/bates programs in the past 4 years. but my heart really went out them when they fell and you never wish for that kind of mistake on anyone. not much else to say.

weaver/poje - i fucking love je suis malade and i am so excited they brought it back for the olympics. kaitlyn looked stunning in her SD dress and i’m so sad that they never made it back up in the world rankings in this quad but they really skated their heart out in both programs (even though i held my breath during those twizzles)

bobrova/soloviev - honestly i’m glad that they’re not skating together anymore (i think) bc i have really nothing good to say about them lmao

ladies

alina zagitova - while the judging of this event was completely wild, i want to protect her so much bc with all the new young talent that’s coming up she’s probably going to get passed over soon like all of the russian girls that never make it past puberty. she’s such an angel and while i hate her backloaded programs and i hate that she’s crazily awarded PCS there’s absolutely no denying her technical mastery. don’t think she deserved the gold but PCS was judged wildly this entire event so i absolutely don’t blame alina at all. and the mental fortitude it takes to tack on a 3Lo to her 2nd 3Lz after the first combo attempt was landed poorly is so fucking impressive.

evgenia medvedeva - my heart absolutely broke for her because this was supposed to be the crowning moment of her amazing 2 last two seasons but it just didn’t happen. the grace she showed after she saw her score and realized she was silver was just awe-inspiring and it makes her even more admirable.

kaetlyn osmond - i personally did not like her fp this season at all but kaetlyn REALLY held it together during the free skate where she usually messes up and for that she has my kudos. her jumping is super impressive but definitely makes me hold my breath because she REALLY LAUNCHES herself into her jumps but they could go either way. luckily for her they went pretty well and the judges were ready to reward her if she skated clean.

satoko miyahara - THE BRONZE MEDALIST OF MY HEART. she is the ONLY skater whose sp and fs i really loved and the fact that she was SO undermarked in PCS is just criminal! the nuances of her arm movements! the depth of her edges and the intricacies in her choreography were so underappreciated and it drives me absolutely wild, and it’s definitely bc her jumps are so small. the fact that she spins in both directions is so impressive and she switches so seamlessly that you can’t even tell she when she does it. i was SO proud that she got full credit on all of her jumps in her FS and she was so close to the podium. i hope she sticks with lori bc she had some real masterpiece programs this season.

kaori sakamoto - she has so much potential and i’m so excited to see how she matures as a skater! her jumps are so powerful and she has a lot of musicality but i just feel like her programs here weren’t a good match for her. i hated the moonlight sonata edit (why do ppl change the key in classical pieces!! drives me insane, as someone with perfect pitch) and the miming choreo in the amelie program was giving me bad eteri-skater flashbacks.

mirai nagasu - i was so proud of her amazing skate in the team event but i definitely feel like she lost steam in the individual event :( yeah some of her comments after her bad performance were a little messy but i mean c’mon everyone makes excuses after bad performances. men say shitty things all the time after they do poorly idk why it’s so important to keep going after mirai

karen chen - SUCH GORGEOUS SPIN POSITIONS but gaaaaahhhh the jumping consistency!!! they’re so powerful and impressive when she hits them but they take the wind out of her when they go wrong. i know she was having boot problems before the free skate but this is not the first time this has happened to her and i really think that should’ve been addressed. nathan had boot problems at worlds last year and he brought like 3 pairs to PC. karen has a lot of musicality but when she botches the jumps i feel like it just takes the wind out of her and she loses that spark in her performance.

bradie tennell - i honestly don’t know what to say about her. she did pretty solid in the team event and placed just about where everyone expected her to even with a clean skate. she just skates with a very juniorish vibe and i admit that she did shock me when she fell but this is only the 2nd major international competition i’ve ever seen her at so i’m like...should i be this surprised??? the SP drives me nuts bc she clearly has never seen the movie where the soundtrack is from and the FS drives me nuts bc i feel like i’m watching disney on ice. i will be curious to see how she fares internationally from here on out, bc i will admit that her technique is really pristine, but i think she needs like a dance coach or a choreographer like lori or shae-lynn to help her mature artistically.

#figure skating #kat watches fs #olympics 2018

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