#you'd be so shocked at how sad her music gets

[saintpavlov]

he doesn't mean to make you sad, you know that. it's just that, when atsumu's upset it becomes everyone's problem—yours especially.

you don't know how it starts. atsumu had been bouncing off the walls just a moment ago, drunk off of booze and the afterglow of victory. you don't know which one of his teammates had invited her to the after-party, just that right now, you can't help but hate them.

it's just for a second, but you catch it. the way his eyes immediately dim, how his hand falters around yours. you don't want to jump to conclusions, but it's obvious—atsumu's in love with her. painfully so.

he drops your hand as if burnt and turns away, letting himself be carried off into another conversation. atsumu laughs loud enough to be heard over the music, a deafening house mix that thuds through your chest like a second heartbeat. anyone else might not spare him a second glance, but you know that when atsumu laughs that loud there's something he's trying to hide. then, as if remembering that you're still there, atsumu turns over his shoulder. you answer before he can ask the question.

"no no, go ahead. go have fun!"

atsumu tilts his head, though you know he's only asking to be polite. "are you sure?"

you smile. "no worries."

it's a bold-faced lie, but atsumu's never been that good at paying attention. he returns your smile with an excited nod, letting himself be led away by the shoulders. "don't go anywhere!" he shouts, though you know later on he'll forget to come find you. that's the way it always is. always has been.

you nurse your drink against your chest—water, you don't have the stomach tonight—and try to look on the bright side, if there is one. atsumu had been the one to invite you, hadn't he? and though you're still "just friends", he'd held your hand earlier, so that has to count for something, right?

it's useless. you down your water in one go, figuring that if you treat it like alcohol it might work like it is. it doesn't, and now you're alone at this party with an empty cup and an even emptier hand.

you sigh and snake your way out of the kitchen, making your way up the stairs to the first door that opens. the upstairs is off-limits, but you hope that whoever owns this room is drunk enough to be forgiving. you don't even bother to turn on the lights, and instead flop backwards onto the bed. you feel the music downstairs rather than hearing it, a steady thump-thump-thump that shakes through you from head to toe.

you close your eyes, trying very hard not to think about atsumu and the girl he's still in love with downstairs. it's not your place to be bothered, that you know, but something in your chest still aches at the thought. you've loved atsumu since before he met her, after all. it's a shame he hasn't noticed. or maybe he's not noticing on purpose, which is considerably worse.

"woe is me," you say to no one, your voice biting with sarcasm. you're not shocked at how things are turning out, moreso that you thought it'd turn out any differently. with a sigh, you close your eyes. atsumu will find you eventually. and if he doesn't, then someone else will. you'd rather be cursed at for trespassing than anywhere downstairs, faking a smile as you wait for atsumu like a well-trained dog. at least here you can lick your wounds in private.

you don't know how much time has passed when you feel something press into your side, warm and solid. arms wrap around you: one slung over your waist, the other snaking its way under your head. you turn in confusion, seeing nothing in the dark.

whoever's holding you down reeks heavily of liquor, and their arm feels like a dead weight around you. when you try to pull it off they hold onto you tighter, mumbling something incoherent under their breath. "um, hey," you say loudly, voice hoarse with sleep. "get off of me."

the person beside you stirs, and the bed dips slightly as they prop themselves up. they mumble your name under their breath, and in the dark you can make out the vague outline of a face.

with a start, you realize you recognize that voice. "...osamu?"

he lies back down, bringing you along with him. "h-hey," you start to protest, but osamu's grip grows stronger in response.

"don't leave," he mumbles, as you try to sit up.

"but—"

"m'head hurts. shhh." osamu shushes you, curling up against your side. his hair tickles the side of your reddening cheek.

"hey, osamu." you try to move out from under his arm again, to no avail. "you're really drunk."

"and?" he counters, pulling you closer, almost possessively. "just pretend for a little while."

that catches you off guard. "pretend?"

"it's dark, so it's easier," osamu refuses to elaborate. "c'mon. it's my birthday."

"osamu, your birthday's in october."

"is it?" there's an uncharacteristic cheekiness to osamu's voice, one that makes you turn your head towards him in surprise. you can't see him, but you can tell from the warmth that his face is only inches away. "well it's somebody's birthday, somewhere."

something touches your cheek—osamu's hand? no, his face. somewhere near his chin, guessing by the stubble that scratches your skin. "just do me a favor and pretend i'm him," osamu says, and in that moment he sounds scarily sober.

"wh-what?" you can't help the way your mouth hangs open at the request, your stomach feeling like it's about to drop out of you.

"you heard me," osamu mumbles, back to being drunk again. "pretend i'm him. you know what i mean."

"you—what—that's not—"

"am i wrong?" osamu presses, raising his voice like he's imitating his brother. it works. osamu's fingers trace across your face, reading the shock on your face like braille. you turn your head and press your nose to his neck—no cologne, only the soft smell of skin. it can't be atsumu, but for a moment, you're fooled.

osamu tilts his head and sighs, slow and sweet. and when his lips brush your forehead, it's like everything you've ever dreamed. "i'm right," he breathes, nestling his head against your shoulder. it's not a question anymore, but a fact. "i'm right," he sing-songs, still painfully drunk.

"osamu—"

a hand covers your mouth, warm and firm. softer than atsumu's, and just a bit bigger. "don't say my name like that," he whispers, his voice hot against the shell of your ear, "say it the way you say his."

you swallow an audible gulp. "osa—osamu?" you try again.

osamu shakes his head. needy hands pull you in by the waist. you feel osamu's lips kiss up the side of your neck. "not like that," he murmurs.

"o-osa...mu..." you're breathless and dizzy. you feel osamu's smile against the underside of your jaw.

"better," he grins, and this time, his lips find yours.

it ends before you can even react. osamu pulls away with a shaky exhale, as if he's slowly waking from a dream. his eyes shine back at you in the dark, wide and unblinking.

he opens his mouth to speak. "i—"

"you're drunk," you say immediately, and push him away by the chest.

osamu doesn't let you. he brings his hands over yours and keeps them there, and under the thin cotton of his shirt you feel his heart beating rabbit-fast. "so? i'll still want you when i'm sober."

his words choke your own out of your throat. "osamu...i can't—"

"so don't. don't do anything. just stay the night." there's a desperation in his words that makes your stomach flip. osamu holds onto you like he's afraid to let go. "please."

it's late, and you're tired. atsumu's in love with someone that isn't you, but osamu's arms are warm enough to make you forget. you think to yourself: is it selfish if he's willing? are you cruel for wanting to pretend?

you wrap your arms around his neck and osamu relaxes, melting into you the same way butter does on toast. he's soft, comforting. familiar, but not the same. osamu's lips brush on your neck again and the impact shudders through your spine like electricity. he takes his hands and rubs them over your arms, thinking that you're cold. you don't want to tell him that in reality you're burning up, feeling hot everywhere he touches.

"thank you," osamu murmurs into your hair.

"for what?"

"stayin'."

and when osamu kisses you a second time, you don't have the heart to push him away.

#spwrites #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x you #drabble #light angst #unrequited #x reader #i have lots of thoughts about miya osamu #he is very gorgeous to me

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU pt 44

part 1 | part 43 | ao3

cw: recreational drinking

“You’re just…” Robin looks at him sideways, her face doing something quivery and weird that he’s pretty sure is supposed to be sympathetic concern but mostly looks like she stubbed her toe right after smelling microwaved fish. “You’re sure it’s not too soon?” 

It is. 

It definitely is too soon.

Steve’s pleasantly buzzed at a New Year’s Eve party — some random rich kid’s house, loitering in the space between the living room and kitchen so he and Robin can properly people watch (see also: be hugely judgmental bitches about the fashion sense of the girls on the dance floor and the sloppy form of the guys doing keg stands on the back deck) — and Steve just opened his fat, drunk mouth and casually admitted to being in love with Eddie. 

Eddie, the guy who hated him for years. The guy who tried to knife him the first time they interacted as neighbors. 

The guy whose silhouette has started to fill the passenger seat in Steve's Winnebago dreams. 

Eddie’s here, but he’s not here; probably posted up somewhere in the basement so he can deal to the stoners and the horny kids playing Spin the Bottle, and Steve— 

Steve knows he falls too fast. Always has, but especially now. Steve fell for Eddie like a gunshot going off: a deafening bang, gurgling fish sounds, blood all over the floor. He kinda thinks he couldn’t help it. Kinda thinks he’d do it again. 

And how could he not, when Eddie smiles at him like that? When he takes him apart so sweetly with his words, his lips, his tongue? When he dragged Steve by the hand into the back pew of a midnight mass on Christmas Eve, giggling about how he was shocked his satanic worship hadn’t set the bench aflame? 

Yeah. 

Steve totally understood why Jesus got up on that cross. 

“Oh, my god,” Robin rolls her eyes with a strangled huff. “Are you seriously just—? You’re fucking hopeless.” 

Yeah, he is, and yes, he is. “No,” he insists, crossing his arms over his chest and trying not to feel like a defiant kid who got caught lying to his mother, because yeah, he totally is spacing out into lovesick La La Land while being actively accused of spending too much time there lately. “I’m not fucking hopeless, and it’s not too soon.”

Robin gapes at him like 'are you kidding me right now?' “Steve!”

“Robin!” he answers, mimicking her tone. Wow. Vodka makes him petulant. 

It makes Robin stubborn as hell. She juts her chin out and hollers over the music, gesturing so aggressively she almost spills her drink, “Admit that it’s too soon!”

“It isn’t!” Steve shouts back; digs his heels in and refuses to budge, never mind the fact that it’s only been, like, three weeks since Eddie fingered him for the first time oh, god, don’t think about Eddie’s fingers right now.

They stare at each other for a second, Robin’s nostrils flaring with the words she so clearly wants to yell at him, her breaths coming hot and harsh, and then, with a long sigh, her shoulders deflate. Her chin comes down. She bites her lip again, teeth turning the skin white as her eyes go big and sad. Worried. She's worried for him because she loved him first. 

Steve smiles at her, a quick, closed-lip thing that feels more like shrugging with his mouth, and he leans into her space; pats her cheek and thumbs her chin until she stomps chomping on her lip.

“You’re gonna get it all chapped,” he says in a hush, hoping her Steve translator is still intact after a couple drinks. Hopes she knows that he’s really saying ‘I hear you’ and ‘I love you, too; I love that you care’ because they're at a party and god does he not feel like saying sappy friendship shit out loud. 

Robin’s eyes get misty. Just for a second — message received; copy that — and she clears her throat and shakes it off. Points at something over Steve’s shoulder and drags him to the other side of the room.

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part 45

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #my writing #my fic

[lovelybrooke]

I saw your post abo it immortal reader’s birthday and it was sooo wholesome!literally loved it 😭 I am BEGGING you for a whole one shot 🥺🙏

Happy Birthday

People have been asking for more interactions so I hope you like this. Kinda Angel centric because I don't write about him enough.

Masterlist

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"Angel, do people in Hell celebrate their birthdays?" 

Angel peered down at you from his seat at the bar. You were doodling something on a napkin, not even looking at him as you asked the question. "I don't think so--at least I don't." He responded after a few moments. "Why'd ya ask?" 

"Oh--cuz my birthday was a few days ago, so I guess it's just on my mind." You mumbled out. Angel didn't know what to think, he couldn't tell if you were trying to gain pity from him, but that wasn't something you'd do, he knows you, so instead, he just sits in shock. 

Not like he could say anything, because the moment he opens his mouth, the sound of a high pitched gasp ripples through the hotel. "REALLY?!" It was Charlie, of course it was her, her eyes wide as she gapes at you in shock. Angel watches as you flinch, looking back at him with regret for even bringing it up. 

"Yeah--" It takes only a few seconds for Charlie to rush up and entrap you in a bone crushing hug, cooing her apologies as she swings you around. Discomfort litters your face, and for a second Angel could see something only akin to desperation in your eyes. 

"Hey, Char--we get you're excited but ya need to calm down." Angel says as she pries you out of her arms. Two of Angel's arms grip your shoulders, feeling you relax in his hold makes him feel a warmth he hasn't felt in well–a long time. He watches along with you as Charlie composes herself, a big smile still stretched across her face. 

"Sorry, sorry. Oh my--this is so exciting, how old are you now? Did you get part--oh we should throw you a party! That would be so fun! Vaggie! Come on--" Charlie rambles on and on, clearly not paying attention to you. 

"Charlie." You interrupt, his full attention now on you. "It's not that big of a deal, I don't really do anything for my birthday so you don't have to worry about it." As you speak, Angel slowly starts to feel bad for you, thinking about all the times you talked to him while he was high or tired from work. Did you tell him then? Did he forget? Was he a terrible friend like always? His mind races, and like always, he wants to run away from his problems, hide in his room, grovel and sink away into his miseries he can't remember what he was sad about. 

"I think a party would be nice, dontcha think?" But his words got ahead of him. His hands grip your shoulders just a fraction tighter as he leans over to see your face. You were--surprised, like you didn't expect him to speak up. He expects you to shake your head, to sigh and assume he means the worse. But instead, you smile, and everything else melts away as he feels warm again. 

"I-I mean--as long as it doesn't bother any of you." You rub your arm, suppressing an even bigger smile. "I don't want to get into your guy's way." 

Charlie shakes her head quickly, pulling you out of Angel's arm to give you another, albeit less restricting hug. Angel finds himself missing your warm, but strangely happy nonetheless. "It's no inconvenience at all!" Angel feel's Charlie's eyes on him for a split second, she was proud of him. He almost felt proud of himself for making you smile. "Come on--we have a lot to plan! What type of cake do you want, I can get you absolutely anything! Maybe dad would like an invite--" 

Eventually, you're gone, and Angel is back at the bar. "Damn Angel." He hears Husk address him. "If you keep this up you might actually be redeemed." 

"Oh--shut up." Angel says, unable to repress a smile. Husk doesn't respond, going back to washing dishes as music lightly drones in the background. As Angel sits, happy for once in his life, the napkin you were doodling on catches his eye. He debates taking a peak, he knows you don't like people looking at your artwork, but he couldn't help himself. 

On the plain white paper, there were a few doodles. Some random shapes, others more detailed depictions like flowers and hearts. But in the corner was a tiny depiction of him. It was nice, the details surprising. 

In a moment, he tears the corner of the napkin off, pocketing it. He hopes you won't mind.

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A/n: I needed to shut up about Alastor, it feels like he's the only character I talk about.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #platonic yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

[archangeldyke-all]

omg sevika x reader who is annoyingly oblivious to sevika's advances.

*grabs readers face and stares intensely* "i like you"

"i like you too sev!" *while being completely unaware that it was a confession*

this is so cute omg

men and minors dni

sevika's been in love with you since the day you met. she tried to ignore it for as long as she could, but the feeling persisted. first, for weeks, then months. and finally, when a year rolled around and she still got butterflies every time you so much as smiled at her or your fingers brushed, she finally admitted to herself that she loves you.

it took her a month to work up the nerve to tell you. and when she finally did, she was so nervous she thought she was going to piss herself.

you noticed, of course, you're her best friend, if anyone's gonna notice sevika's nervous it's you.

you'd grabbed her shaking hands in yours, your eyes wide and worried as you looked up at her. sevika tried to ignore the way your touch made her warm, and took a shaky breath before speaking.

"i think. i think i like you." she'd said.

she'd expected you to be surprised, or maybe disgusted, or maybe laugh a bit. but she didn't expect you to giggle and smile sweetly, squeezing her hands in yours and shrugging.

"well duh, sev, we're best friends. i like you too." you'd said, before dragging her to sit beside you on the couch and flipping through channels on the television.

sevika was shocked. completely silent as she stared at you, her eyes bugging out of her head. you didn't notice, of course, too invested in finding a show to watch. you just cuddled against her like you always do, and sevika gulped before pulling you closer to her chest.

so... she had to be a little more obvious. that's fine. sevika can do obvious.

but apparently you can't.

she made it a point to give you incredibly flirty compliments, all of which you'd just giggled at and returned, seemingly thinking she was being platonic.

"i can't stop staring at your tits in that shirt."

"sev, you could be hypnotized by tits on a marble statue." you'd said, laughing. which, yeah, she probably could, but that's not the point.

"you have a great ass."

you'd snorted and smacked her ass, making her jump. "so do you. especially in those pants."

"i find you incredibly attractive. you have an amazing personality."

you'd sighed sadly and leaned your head on her shoulder. "i dunno. i think i'd have a girlfriend by now if all those things were true."

sevika's got nothing else to lose, at this point. you're driving her fucking crazy, and she wants to make you hers just as bad as she wants to tease you about how fucking oblivious you are.

so, she's going all out.

you'd given her the spare key to your place a few months ago, and sevika let herself in this afternoon. she's been working since. she hopes to god you like her back, because it's going to be really awkward for her to clean up the thousands of rose petals on your floor, the hundreds of heart balloons hovering in the air, and the dozens of lit candles if you don't.

she's made dinner, which is waiting in the stove. she's bought wine, which is waiting on the counter. she's got romantic music playing, and she's dressed herself up in her best suit. all she has to do now is wait for you to get home.

she tries to remind herself of all the evidence she has that proves you'll react positively-- once you finally get the message through your thick skull that sevika likes you.

you're always spending time with her. you're always touching her subconsciously-- a hand playing with hers, your fingers in her hair. you've told her many times that you find her attractive, and anytime she mentions a hookup, you get this sad, far away look in your eye. you like her back. she's almost certain.

she doesn't have to wait much longer to figure it out, though, because she can hear you fiddling with the doorknob outside your home. sevika takes a deep breath, and clenches her hands into fists.

you walk into your home and immediately pause, blinking around at the decor that's decorating your living room. you're so distracted by your confusion that you don't notice sevika until she clears her throat. you jump.

"sevika?" you ask. "what's going on?"

"i-- i wanted to talk to you about something." sevika says, her heart in her throat. you blink.

"what's all this?" you ask, tugging at a balloon string. sevika opens her mouth to answer, but you cut her off before you can, your face melting in horror. "fuck, do you have a girl here? shit sev, you shoulda told me you needed my place for a date-- i woulda gone and stayed at yours!" you say, turning to walk back out of your own home.

sevika would laugh if she wasn't so fucking fed up with your cluelessness.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" sevika asks, reaching out to grab your wrist before you can leave. "you think i brought a girl to your place?"

"i know you don't like having women in your own home."

"except you." she says. you blink.

"well yeah, but i don't count." you say, shaking your head. sevika huffs.

"so you think i came over to your house, without your permission, and littered it with all this lovey-dovey crap, just to impress a different girl?!" she asks. you blink. "who the fuck would i do all of this for? i don't know anyone who'd like this shit except you!"

you furrow your brow. "this... is for me?" you ask. sevika nods, thinking you're finally starting to get it. you aren't. "why? sevika-- i know i complain about being single but if you hired me an escort for the night i'm gonna kill you." you whisper, eyeing your bedroom like you're scared a woman in lingerie will come sauntering out at any moment.

sevika groans, and then she laughs. you pout, trying to figure out what's so funny, and sevika laughs so hard she starts to cry.

"i don't get it-- is this a bad prank or something?" you ask. sevika doubles over, her hand still wrapped around your wrist as she laughs at you. you huff. "sevika-- stop laughing at me! tell me what's going on!"

"you're an idiot!" she says between giggles. you huff.

"so you trash my house with valentines decor and insult me-- is that it? are you filming this or something, is this an internet trend? you know i don't keep up with that shit." you ask. sevika falls into another round of laughter, pulling you closer to her as you try to break free of her grasp. you just sigh, watching your best friend laugh at you.

"i'm in love with you." sevika says, a smile on her lips as she wipes tears from her eyes. you roll your eyes.

"i know, i know, i entertain you endlessly with my naivety when it comes to internet culture--"

"no, dumbass, i'm in love with you!" she says, still smiling. she releases your wrist to grab your face in her hands, looking you in the eye as she speaks. "i'm in love with you. i want to be in a relationship with you-- more than friends. like girlfriends. and lovers. and hopefully someday wives, though i doubt you'll know when i'm trying to propose to you, so that's gonna be your responsibility. i've been trying to get your fucking attention for months. i've been flirting with you non-stop. i've asked you out on dates, multiple times! and you head is shoved so far up your own ass you didn't even realize! and i love you, even though you're clueless, so i tried to make it as fucking obvious as possible tonight-- but you managed to find a way to misconstrue that too." she says, giggling. you blink.

"is this--"

"it's not a prank." she cuts you off. "i've been in love with you since the day we met. you're so fucking funny, and so hot, and usually, with most things, pretty smart. and i've been trying to ask you out for months, and i'm sick of waiting for you to understand me. i'm laughing because you're incredibly dense, but i'm not joking in the slightest. i want you to be mine. i want to be yours." she finishes.

you blink. sevika's thumbs start gently sweeping across your cheeks, smiling at you as she watches your mind try to catch up.

"n-no you're not." you say. sevika snorts.

"i very clearly am, honey." she says, waving a hand behind her at all the romantic shit in your living room. "i never thought i'd do something as corny as this-- but i guess love makes you do stupid things." she says, shrugging.

you gulp. "b-but... you flirt with everyone!" you say. sevika laughs.

"no i don't-- i just flirt with you, and you think i flirt with everyone."

"you've been with like twenty girls since we met!"

"and i couldn't fucking settle on any of them 'cause none of 'em were you."

"sevika-- you're insanely fucking attractive." you say, looking at her like she's crazy. she laughs.

"so are you."

"but not in the same way! you're way out of my league!"

"is that what you really think?" she asks. you blink, and nod, and sevika's heart breaks a bit as she starts to understand just why you've been so clueless. "you're stupider than i thought." she says. you blink at her again, and sevika snorts. "sorry. i shouldn't be insulting you this much during a love confession." she leans forward and kisses your forehead, and she feels the way you freeze in her arms. "i think you're out of my league, honestly. you're way too fucking nice for someone as gruff as me, and you're so sweet it drives me crazy. you're the total package, baby, you're so hot it's actually a problem, and nobody makes me laugh like you, and if it's okay with you-- i'd like to kiss you about it. let me prove how serious i am." she says.

you gulp again, still confused and hesitant to believe your friend, but she's looking at you with puppy eyes, and you've never been able to deny her when she looks at you like that.

you nod, and sevika smiles, and then she gently, tentatively presses her lips against yours.

you never let yourself even consider the fact that sevika might like you back. it seemed so far flung and ridiculous, that the only time you wasted fantasizing was in your dreams, when your subconscious finally got a say.

but this kiss, this gentle, chaste, soft kiss, is better than any dream you've ever had. you whimper, something inside of you bursting open, and sevika hums, one of her hands coming down to wrap around your waist.

your heart's beating a mile a minute, and your mind is racing, and you feel like you're being electrocuted, but when sevika's tongue swipes across your lips, all of those things fade to the background, and the only thing you can think or feel is sevika sevika sevika sevika.

she pulls away smirking. you blink up at her with wide, sparkling eyes.

"oh." you say. sevika chuckles.

"so... you're starting to get it?" she asks. you slowly nod.

"i... i might get it a bit faster if you kiss me again, though." you whisper.

sevika grins, her sweet little gap tooth on full display, and your stomach flip-flops.

sevika likes you. no-- actually, she loves you. sevika loves you. fuck.

she leans back in to kiss you again, but you speak before she can.

"oh, i'm a fucking idiot." you whisper. sevika laughs again, and the sound makes the embarrassment fade a bit.

"not usually." she says, re-assuring you. you sigh.

"fuck. this whole time you've been flirting with me, haven't you?" you ask.

"i think i asked you out half a dozen times, babe. you somehow thought it was all just 'friend-dates.'" she says, teasing you. you groan.

"fuck."

"it's okay, though, because... because i think you finally understand." she says, smiling. you huff.

"s-say it again." you demand. sevika grins.

"i'm in love with you."

you melt, your knees going wobbly as your breath catches in your throat. sevika laughs at your reaction, kissing your cheek. it sends fireworks throughout your body, and you reach forward to grab fistfulls of her dress shirt.

"i love you too." you say.

sevika grins, and then she's kissing you again.

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[rosemariilovesyou0922]

WHAT DID I JUST WATCH???

SPOILERS TWF4 !!!

It was the best thing I could ever experience rn, I'm pretty much ascending. The fact that there was ANIMATION?? ON IT??? Martin is extremely talented I swear to god.

Personally I think a Lot of My questions we're kind of answered. Deffinetly not the "Where the hell is Jack?", No I'm Even more confused about that... I THOUGHT LIKE- FELIX GOT RID OF HIM OR SOMETHING I DIDN'T THINK HE WOULD TELL THEM WHAT HE DID? I honestly thought he would hide it and kill anyone who knew (he didn't need to they're all pretty dead). I honestly felt slightly Bad for him, HE DUG A HOLE FOR HIMSELF 😭. I swear I was SHOCKED- mouth open eyes wide type of stuff, I COULD FEEL HOW AWFUL HE FELT, He reeks of guilt, desesperation and actual negativo emotions, where before I honestly think he only transmited me the smell of alcohol or something; I deffinetly feel Bad for him now.

Okay so aside from the whole Felix thing here's a few things I really enjoyed/noticed:

Beggining ANIMATION with Ed and Molly; knowing what happened that night it was honestly really sad and I felt like it was the Best way to start pt4

THIS HAHAHHA:

ROSIE VOICE REVEALL!!! Girl I swear, it's extremely obvious how hard I Stan Rosemary Peony Walten SO You know I started levitating ‼️‼️

"Bon" appears in the video early on so that's cool, aside from that uhhh Tv Guy is deffinetly going to be quite the goofy silly guy so stan

SUSAN AND CHARLES BEING SILLLLYYY!!!

Charles struck me as kind of a manager? Someone who does stay in the establishment and is involved but isn't actually like- an engenieer or chef.

Susan You wonderfull woman I swear the strong ass mecanic lesbian is all I needed in my life.

So the whole animatronics moving around and facial recognition actually clear up a bunch of stuff for me, for instance: How the hell would Bon be able to tell who Sophie was. Also I was screaming for them to run whenever an animatronic was lowkey near, scary stuff.

AWOOPPPP TIME SKIP!! Or something skip I have no clue, Charles and Susan talking about Rocket being there. Rosemary and Jack did not know Félix was an alcoholic aparently, that explains why Jack would ever let him drive his children anywhere from somewhere there would be alcohol at.

JACK?? JACK BANGING AND KNOCKING ON THE DOOR FOR FELIX TO OPEN ACTUALLY GOT ME SHOCKED TO MY GODDAMN CORE?? HIS VOICE IS CHILLING.

Félix and the whole cliff scene really broke me not going to lie, You dumbass of man, you're stupid and reckless but I feel awfull for you.

Felix told Rosemary and Jack what happened which actually throws my "Oh yeah Felix deffinetly sent killer animatronics to kill his Best friend and his family so the business wouldn't crash" theory down the drain. Also Rosemary asking for the doll, I cannot imagine how devastated She would have felt, She does not deserve that.

Alright that was terrifying!! Scary imagery actually got me bit scared at atimes, which is good, the show keeps me on My toes.

WHO THE HELL IS INSIDE OF BON?????? WHO IS THAT...

The fact that: We could actually SEE how he KILLED Susan but ED AND MOLLY HAD TO WATCH TOO 😨

Poor children, god.

The animation actually scared me really Bad, it was so unreal and disturbing in a sense that Made You feel like you'd get jumpscared at any moment, that's what makes this kind of horror amazing.

The whole conversation between "Bon" and Susan/Banny is something You have to watch for yourself.

She was ALIVE in the SUIT, GOD 😭

The fact her 'Wonderland' for has her neck snapped and everything, it looked so disturbing, it was really clear how she got killed.

THE MUSIC WAS CELESTIAL, I PRAISE WHOEVER PLANNED THE SONGS THAT PLAYED BECAUDE EVERY SINGLE ONE MADE IT TEN TIMES BETTER.

Ed and Molly at the end :[

#the walten files #molly walten #ed walten #jack walten #felixkranken #felix kranken #what the fuck just happened #the walten files 4 #TWF spoilers #twf #twf sha #twf bon #twf banny #twf rocket #twf boozoo #twf billy #martin walls #martin paredes #big rant #ranting

[multi-fandom-things730]

Past Mistakes

Christian Cage x Reader

Summary: Y/N debuts in AEW with her brother Adam Copeland, and is reunited with a face from her past.

Warnings: CHRISTIAN CAGE, angst, violence, fights, cussing, arguing, a whole lot of drama

A/N: I PROMISE I AM NOT A CHRISTIAN GIRLIE. This is for @madhatterbri 😂😅❤️ I hope you love it!!!!!!!!!🥰💛✨

"Are you sure you're ready to see him?"

Y/N let out a nervous laugh, before shaking her head. "No, I'm not. But I'm gonna do it anyway"

Adam Copeland, her brother, sent her a sympathetic smile and pulled her into a side hug. "Then let's get going"

Y/N laughed as she sat down in the muscle car Adam had rented. It was very dramatic, which was perfect for her brother.

Adam slammed on the gas with a childish laugh as they headed towards the arena housing Wrestledream.

Y/N's mind wandered as she watched the city pass by so quickly in a blur.

That's how she would describe her relationship with Christian too. It went by too quickly, and felt like a blur.

A blur of so many different emotions.

Heartbreak, anger, sadness; but also a lot of love and happiness.

Almost enough love to outweigh the pain.

They had always been together, practically inseparable, while both working for WWE.

But when he decided not to renew his contract, he also decided to leave Y/N.

He said he didn't believe a long-distance relationship would be able to work, and that he needed to put his focus solely on his career.

Just like that, it was like all those years didn't matter to him at all. He didn't even attempt to try; attempt to fight for them.

Y/N was really sad for a really long time. She wholeheartedly believed that Christian would be the man she grew old with.

The entire picture she had painted for her future, their future, was set aflame by Christian's own damn selfishness.

And when she came to that realization she wasn't sad anymore; she was just pissed off.

But now years later, once faced with seeing him again, she felt just like she did on the day he left.

She felt weak and vulnerable.

But she'd never let it show. As she walked into the building with her brother at her side, you'd think she was the most confident woman in the city.

As they got to the guerrilla, they heard the video end, and Adam gave his sister one last squeeze on the shoulder before his music hit and he ran out.

Y/N smiled as she heard the fans losing their minds over Adam's debut. And when she looked at a monitor she couldn't help but laugh at how excited her brother was too.

But as Christian retreated, and ran away to what he thought was the safety of the ramp, another song hit.

And that one made him feel sick to his stomach.

He barely brought himself to turn around before she was walking out with the same smile he fell in love with plastered on her face.

He was glad she got the pop from the fans she deserved, and he was glad that she looked happy.

However, he was not thrilled about her signature kendo stick she was carrying out with her.

But when Luchasauras passed him, and started to approach Y/N, he felt an all too familiar sense of protectiveness wash over him.

"Luchasauras! No!" He demanded.

But when Luchasauras tried to take the kendo stick from Y/N, Christian was reminded of why she never really needed his protection.

She cracked Luchasauras right in the ribs and made him stumble backward, gripping his side in pain. And then Y/N raised the kendo stick all the way up before slamming it down onto his back. Luchasauras fell to the ground, and Christian couldn't help but be proud of her for being able to take Luchasauras down.

Y/N finally looked over at Christian, and was surprised to see him just standing still in shock. She thought he'd be livid, and screaming and yelling.

But she just brushed past him and made her way to join her brother in the ring.

Adam was staring Christian down, while Christian was still frozen in place.

Y/N took her place to her brother's side, and rested her kendo stick on her shoulder with a taunting smirk as she stared down Luchasauras.

Y/N caught Christian's gaze again, and exactly what she was afraid of happened.

He looked so sad, and she could feel all the walls she had worked so hard to build begin to crumble.

So she forced herself to look away from him, and turned to shake hands with Sting and Darby.

But she could still feel Christian's eyes on her, and little did she know it was only the beginning of that.

"Y/N?"

The woman in question froze in place when she heard Christian say her name.

She cursed herself in her head; she was so close to the locker room. Why hadn't she walked just a little faster?

"Y/N, just talk to me for one second" Christian said, and grabbed her arm to turn her to face him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and in those few seconds, they felt like nothing had changed. They felt like they did all those years ago.

Y/N tore her eyes away from his and looked at the wall. How the hell had these stupid feelings not gone away yet?! After everything that happened, they should be long gone.

"What do you want Christian?" Y/N asked.

"To talk to you" he answers, giving her arm a light squeeze.

Y/N yanked her arm away from him and took a few steps back. "I have nothing to say to you"

"But I have a lot to say to you" Christian replies. "I know we didn't end on good terms but-"

"Not on good terms?!" Y/N exclaims incredulously. "Is that what you've told yourself all these years to make yourself feel better?! You told me, and I quote, that you had way more important things to focus on than our relationship"

"Fine, I know I'm a jerk Y/N" Christian relents. "But you always knew it too. I never hid it"

Y/N scoffs. "You're right. I did know it. I was stupid enough to give you a chance before, and you let me down. So now, I'm not gonna let you do it again"

"I know there's a lot I need to do to show you that I'm sorry. But just think about how amazing it would be if you joined me! We would dominate this entire company"

Y/N lets out a humorless laugh. "Glad to know you always have an ulterior motive behind everything. Even apologizing to me"

"I know you Y/N" Christian insists. "You may come across as Adam's sweet little sister, but we both know that you have a mean streak inside of you. You like to be on top, and we all know that no one could beat you and me"

Y/N quirks an eyebrow. "Just you and me?"

"Obviously" Christian smirks. "You think I give a damn about anyone but myself and you? Absolutely not. But it's nice to have a.. layer of protection"

"Nick and Luchasauras?" Y/N asks.

"Of course" Christian answers.

Y/N has to stop and think for a moment. She loves her brother very much, and respects Sting and Darby. But Christian did always know her best, and it's true that she indeed likes to be the best.

"You've never let that side out of you before, don't you think it's time? Isn't it time to take what you want instead of waiting patiently? Adam's gone soft, and we both know it. He's a rule follower now. But we both know that neither you nor I am"

"You don't know me anymore" Y/N breathes out.

But Christian just takes a step towards Y/N, and grabs her waist before pulling her against him.

He rests his forehead against hers, and Y/N makes no move to stop him as she places her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't I? I think I know you better than anyone else here" Christian says, looking right into her eyes.

Y/N stares at him, before letting a smirk of her own grow on her face. "You do know I don't forgive you yet, right?"

"You will soon" Christian smirks.

With that, Y/N brushes her lips against his, but right when Christian closes his eyes and leans in, she pulls away from him. "You wish it was that easy"

Christian couldn't help but chuckle as she walked away from him, because he knew that she'd accept. And he knew that the entire roster would be in danger once she did.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #christian cage #christian cage x reader #christian cage aew #christian cage aew x reader #aew christian cage #aew christian cage x reader

[delusional-dinosaurr]

Nice Sleepover? Part 2 (Alessia Russo x Reader)

It's time, you've all been asking for it. So here it is!

I present to you, Nice Sleepover Part 2! Sorry I've been super busy! Whilst I take forever, be sure to check out my other one shots on my masterlist HERE

Oh and Part One to this fic is HERE

(Note: In this story the Euros isn't during this year)

It's been 3 months since you got loaned to City. You and Alessia have been messaging each-other ever since the night you both reconnected. You haven't had a lot of time to take her out for dates, you only managed to take her out for the one official date since you had your night together. You took her out to an arcade and made it your mission to win her something. You not only surprised her but you surprised yourself by winning her 4 toys from the claw machines! You still hung out on nights where you could but with your conflicting schedules it was still difficult.

You received a call from Jonatan to recall you back to Barca for the final match of the season as Alexia had gotten injured. It was very last minute but unfortunately your contract stated that you could be recalled at anytime with no notice. You were booked on a plane to leave 6 hours later so you panic messaged everyone letting them know your loan spell was up. Alessia was in an absolute state at the news, just when she thought you guys were close again, you'd already been snatched away from her. She spent that evening crying on Ella whilst you were flying out to Barcelona. Your new/former housemates were also absolutely gutted at the news of your departure. Your words to them as you left them at the airport were "I'll be back before you know it, I promise” and Lauren trusted you on this, you've never broke a promise.

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You arrive at the airport in Barcelona with an injured Alexia on her crutches and a very hyper Mapi helping her.

“Y/N we missed you so much!” Mapi gives you a massive hug and squeezes you to the point you feel as if you can’t breathe. Alexia gives you a gentle hug but leans on you a little for support.

“ACL huh?” You sigh and give Alexia a sad smile, she doesn’t quite meet your eyes when she confirms it’s her ACL. You grab her hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

“You’ve got this, if anyone can bounce back from an ACL injury it’s Alexia fucking Putellas!” You say as you all slowly leave the airport and go to Mapi’s car.

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Match day comes around, and you’ve had a week or so to get back into the Barcelona groove. Your contract is up with Barcelona in a month, and you’ve already had your contract agreement settled for the future, you’ve just gotta wait for the media team to officially announce it at the end of the season.

You didn’t wanna say to the team about how you missed your teammates in Manchester as you were worried they’d be offended. You always felt somewhat dismissed in Barcelona, a bench warmer and a super-sub. You were shocked to hear you were called back in the first place as they surely would’ve wanted to sign someone else on, but you also felt excited to be back at the same time, you’ve missed Barcelona with your team.

You’ve been constantly calling and messaging Alessia since the day you left and you already can feel that you miss her. You regret not asking her to be officially your girlfriend whilst you were there as you don’t want it to be a case of asking her over a video call or a meet up for a day whilst you have a trip there.

You’re sat in the locker room taking in your surroundings, making sure you can remember this day vividly, as who wouldn’t want to remember a match that they’re in the starting 11 against Real Madrid. You’re watching your teammates dancing around and singing whilst you have your headphones in, listening to a playlist that the England girls have been listening to pre and post match. Your music quietens as you receive a text.

Good luck today! I can’t wait to watch you win!

You grin as you receive the message from Alessia and quickly send her back a thank you. You normally did a pre-match call to help not be so anxious for a match but you can only assume that due to the distance it may not be easy to call.

“What, or should I say who, has got you all smiley?” Ingrid nudges your shoulder. Ingrid took you under her wing when you started at Barcelona and she was one of the main few that you missed the most in Manchester.

“Just uh, this girl I’m talking to” You blush thinking about Alessia.

“Oh shit! You have a girlfriend? You go to Manchester for like 3 months and have already found a girlfriend? Nice one Y/N!” Ingrid cheers.

“Oh we aren’t together, just an old friend, another player, who I’ve reconnected with, nothing official” You say back, packing your headphones away and start getting ready to head out the room.

“If she’s got you smiling like that, you need to ask the girl out!” Mapi interjects. Alexia hobbles into the room in a leather coat and jeans to help give the team a pre-match pep talk and give the captain armband out. She gives her speech and walks over to you.

“Today Y/NN is going to be the captain! Her contract with us is nearly up and hopefully this helps secure a longer future here with us in Barcelona! Just know you’re appreciated by us and we all love you” Alexia cheers whilst the team huddle around you. You already know the outcome of your contract agreement and grin at Alexia’s little compliment to you.

The match starts without a hitch, fairly dirty game from the Madrid side but the Barcelona girls somewhat keep their cool. Half-time comes around and its 1-1, with Claudia Pina scoring an absolute belter of a goal to equalise. You give the team a big talk at half-time which gives the team an enormous boost to morale. You’ve already won the league and the team have already had the cup and party but this would mean that they went the whole season unbeaten, which has never been done in the history of the team.

85 minutes in. The score is 2-1 to Madrid. The girls are making more poor decisions with tackles, Mapi and Ingrid both receiving a yellow. However, you manage to make a sprint towards goal before your legs get swooped out by another pair of legs from behind you. Instantly the ref blows her whistle whilst angrily pointing to the penalty spot, the crowd is roaring with excitement at this whilst the ref shows a yellow card to the Madrid player, followed by a red quickly after. She protests before stomping off the pitch. Mapi goes up to take the penalty and nails it into the top right corner whilst the goalkeeper dives the other way. You run up to her and lift her whilst both yelling as other teammates join the huddle.

“Lets show them why we’ve already won this fucking league!” You yell to your team.

90 minutes have passed. 2 minutes of extra time. Both teams have been fighting hard, one to go unbeaten and the other team pushing hard to beat their rivals unbeaten streak.

Mapi sends you over a perfectly timed cross whilst you’re closing in on the goalkeeper. You pass it to your right to Claudia who runs it out slightly to help free up some space in the box, a Madrid player knocks the ball out of play, resulting in a corner for Barcelona.

Mapi steps up to take the corner as you all get in position in the box, she sends it soaring over to you so you jump and header it as best as you can. You thump to the ground and hear the stadium erupt, you jump back onto your feet and kick the ball back into the net in celebration. The final whistle is blown and your team instantly run to you and lift you up, playing at Camp Nou is always special but today felt different. You’re taking it all in as your team are underneath you celebrating loudly.

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After all the celebrating you eventually head back to your hotel and start packing your stuff ready for when you next need to travel.

You hear your phone chiming on the bed to see Alessia’s name, requesting a video call.

“You are absolutely insane scoring a header like that!” She says instantly, you can hear Tooney in the background chanting your name.

“I take it you watched the game then?” You giggle.

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Sadly I didn’t have a Barcelona shirt to wear at home whilst supporting you but I’m sure I can always steal one from you next time we meet up!” She says smiling at you through the screen.

“I’ll get one from my next match for you, if you’re extra nice I can even sign it for you!” You giggle, earning an eye roll from her.

“I really miss you Y/N. Like a lot” She sighs.

“I know Lessi, I miss you loads. I’ll be visiting soon though, not quite sure when but I promise it’ll be soon!” You smile back at her.

You carry on talking for what feels like hours before heading off to sleep ready for the next few days.

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You’re sat with Lauren Hemp at a Man United v Liverpool match at the front row of the Manchester supporters section. You’re wearing a lovely red ‘Russo’ shirt as you lost a bet with Lauren the previous night on how long it’d take you to mention Alessia. Lauren keeps mentioning how she feels like she’s sinning sitting in a United supporters area. Underneath her hoodie she is wearing her City shirt so she feels ever so slightly less disgusted. You laugh at your friend's antics but nevertheless, she sticks it out with you to watch your girlfriend but not girlfriend play.

As the match wraps up between the two sides ending in a 6-0 win to United the teams make their way around the stadium chatting with fans and taking photos. Eventually a few come your way, catching Tooney’s eye.

“Lessi, there’s someone wearing your shirt there, go chat with them” She says casually, nudging her best mate in your direction.

“I was hoping to get my Russo shirt signed if you wouldn’t mind? I’m a massive fan. I’m so glad to hear you’re staying in Manchester for another 2 years” You smirk. Alessia is yanking you over the barriers and onto the pitch with her.

“I’ve missed you so much, you have no idea” She says squeezing you tight.

“I missed you too gorgeous, carry on with your fans. I’ll meet you as you leave, I can give you guys a lift?” You say with her nodding back.

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Alessia and Ella meet you and Lauren outside the stadium as you offer to give them a lift home rather than get on a team coach back to manchester that takes a lot longer than a car. You all chat amongst yourselves and sing along with the radio.

You drop Tooney and Alessia off first. Lauren smacks your shoulder.

“Mate invite her over, the spare room is still only for you until you go wherever you go! Just keep the noise down yeah?”Lauren chuckles. You quickly jump out the car and grab Alessia. “Can I help you?” She chuckles looking at you.

“Uh so I’m staying at Laurens for the next few nights whilst I’m here, and was wondering if you wanted to stay over?” You say nervously. “I’d love to, let me just go drop off my stuff and I’ll be back!” Alessia runs into the house to drop off her stuff and grab some clothes for tomorrow.

“Bye Ella! I’m going for a sleepover!” She yells as she leaves the front door, whilst she can hear Ella yell something about protection.

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You, Alessia, Lauren and Leila are all sprawled out over the sofa’s in the living room after eating your bodyweight in fast food. You hear a few yawns from the group and Lauren stands up.

“We are all clearly knackered, bed time!” She says, clapping at you all. You all get out of your seats and Lauren begins pushing you all towards the stairs.

Once Alessia gets settled in your temporary room she leans into you and kisses you gently, but that gentle kiss keeps escalating until the both of you have to break apart in order to breathe.

“You have no idea how hot it was to see you in a United jersey with my name on it” She says leaning in for yet another passionate kiss.

“Well you have no idea how hot it was to see you tackling people and getting angry at the ref” You say back. “Well the ref was being stupid, I still can’t believe he-” You break her complaining with a kiss, she straddles your lap and starts taking your shirt off.

“God I’ve missed you” She says whilst attacking your neck

The rest of the night continues as you’d expect. By that, you didn’t really sleep a lot. After all you did have a lot of catching up to do with Alessia.

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You wake up the following morning to your phone ringing, you quickly grab it and answer.

“Yes I’d love to! Thank you so much, I’ll be there as soon as possible” You say trying not to scream with excitement, Alessia has woken up and looks as confused as ever.

“What was that about?” She asks you, prodding your side.

“Oh nothing, you’ll find out soon!” You smirk at her “That reminds me, can I take you somewhere today? A surprise date if you will”.

“I’d love that, we do need to make up for all the video calls whilst you’re visiting!” She smiles at you “Where are we going?”

“About that, it’s going to be a surprise” You grin with Alessia looking at you confused.

After a short drive with Alessia complaining about being blindfolded and the odd "This is a bit kinky" comment you eventually arrive at the date destination.

“Ta da!” You say as you remove Alessia’s blindfold. She winces at the light and looks out the window.

“Very funny Y/N, you know I will always be a United fan and you cant convert me!” She says sighing at the view of the Etihad Stadium in front of you.

“Oh well I guess you wouldn’t wanna go in for a tour with me then!” You smirk, she sighs and gives in. You’re both greeted at the door by some staff who guide you back outside, where Gareth Taylor is waiting whilst admiring the stadium.

“Hey Gareth!” You say as you shake his hand, he shakes Alessia’s hand and greets her too.

“You ready to see it?” He asks you whilst patting your shoulder, and you nod excitedly in response. Alessia is looking between the two of you, confused at what is going on, whilst you’re looking at a big display that is blank, until it’s finally on display. He pats you on the back and walks back into the stadium whilst yelling a “See you at training!” in your direction.

“Welcome Y/N Y/LN!” is written on the display with a photo of you in your City kit on the display with “2025” written underneath too.

“Wait, is this what I think it is?” Alessia squeals whilst hugging you tightly “You’re coming back?”

“I am, and there’s no chance of Barcelona stealing me this time” You squeeze her back.

“I can’t believe it, this is the best day ever!” She starts tearing up on your shoulder, you kiss her face repeatedly and can’t wipe the smile from your face. Your phone starts buzzing with notifications, which means the whole world know that you’re officially signed at City.

“I love you Alessia” You blurt out whilst hugging her, she pulls back to look into your eyes.

“I love you too Y/N, more than you’ll ever know” she presses a gentle kiss to your lips whilst smiling into it.

“I guess this makes us girlfriends now?” You ask her.

“You haven’t even asked!” She jokes, pretending to be offended.

“Oh I’m sorry! Alessia Mia Teresa Russo, will you be my girlfriend?” You say bowing slightly to her and extending a hand out to her whilst laughing.

“You’re so dumb” She giggles and takes your hand “But yes, of course I’d love that” She kisses you again, this was by far the happiest day of your whole life so far, but you knew it would be overtaken in the future, as long as Alessia was part of it.

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Hopefully this was a nice part 2 for you guys and that you enjoyed the ending! <3

#alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso one shot #woso request

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semi public w beomgyu? maybe a guitar soloist au. to imagine how pretty his hands are while he plays <3

hi, i couldn't tag you. i hope you'd see this one. happy reading!

warnings: semi-public sex, mentions of drinking alcohol, and protected sex.

summary: you've been following with beomgyu and his band for a while. going to every gigs they attend. meeting them in bars. so you thought to yourself, just one more and i'll stop. so you tell yourself that, until you're face-to-face with choi beomgyu himself.

"how many more gigs are you going to attend?" lea asked you as she do your hair. you looked at her sympathetically, understanding her concern with your behavior. "i don't think this is healthy. mentally and physically fo you, y/n."

"i know, just one more and i'm done." you told her. though this sounded more like you're giving yourself the pep talk. fixing your clothes one more time in front of your mirror. just one more time, you tell yourself.

"this is from one of our latest album, called good boy gone bad!" taehyun introduce before they started. you've heard this song live more than you've listened to it online. your eyes drifted to beomgyu who have a pick in between his teeth. smiling at his members before the song starts.

your eyes drifted to the way his fingers glide across the strings. moving from one note to another. somehow you feel like he's strumming your heart strings. asking you to stay with him a little longer. but you're no fool, beomgyu doesn't know you.

you sat yourself on one of the booths. close that you can see them, but far that they can't. you just can't stand there pretending to enjoy their music like you're not upset. maybe lea's right. you're a tad bit delusional.

"why the long face?" someone asked you from the side. meanwhile, you're too busy checking on the letters of the alcohol bottle in front of you to notice whoever they are. "this seat taken?"

"no, go ahead." you tell him. not paying attention to him. you wanted to look around and softly look for beomgyu now that they've finished their set. he nevers stay after playing. he goes down the stage and poof! gone!

"where are your friends?" he asked you. watching you drink vodka from your glass. not wincing like you drink all the time. he knows you always have this girl around, always with you, beside you and laughing at whatever you giggle about.

"i came alone," you told him. noticing him move closer. you didn't want to look at his face. not wanting to invite him for whatever he wants to offer. you offered him the seat, that's more than enough.

you watch his fingers drum across the table. somehow they look familiar yet foreign. you may have seen them before but can't recall. thinking about beomgyu's hand from earlier.

"so you came alone? isn't this bar further from your city?" he asked again. his question making you look up to him. you couldn't hide your shock at who you're talking to for the last few minutes. "did i shock you that much?"

"you don't stay, after gigs," you told him looking confused. beomgyu placed his arm around the back of the booth. moving his head to the side as he watches you with amusement.

"my love looks sad. i can't bring myself to just leave," he told you. lies, those that he said. just lies. he doesn't leave after gigs. he hangout at the vip's section. watching you and your friend get drunk. even hailing taxis for you the first few times. until it turned to asking his manager to drive you and your friend home. "do you need to talk?"

"i told lea, my friend, that i'm going to get laid tonight." you lied. he doesn't need to know about your little obsession. that's for you to keep, and him to find out. "i just need a few drinks before i go back, out there, to find someone. anyone really, to get laid."

"you shouldn't fuck people when you're drunk," he told you. tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. looking at you fondly. despite a heavy pit in his stomach because of your response.

"then fuck me sober, sir. choi beomgyu," you told him with a smile. leaning towards him. when you realised that he wasn't moving backwards you decided to lean in. to kiss him without any other thoughts. "is this okay."

"can't give me your name first?" he asked you. he knows. he asked around for you, but you didn't need to know that. he leaned in again for another kiss. his hand going to your waist to pull you towards him.

"would you moan it?" you asked him. guiding his other hand beneath your skirt. if this is the last time you'd see him. you want it to be memorable. "would you write a song about it?" you teased him.

"how naughty of you," he teased back. hand grabbing your thigh so it could rest in one of his. hand trailing on your inner thigh, waiting for your answer. "wanna know if you're worth remembering."

"how charming," you replied. rolling your eyes at his remark. trying your hardest not to show the effect he has on you. he'd know anyway. with the way his calloused finger traced your lower lips. "it's y/n."

you leaned your lower body forward. pushing it towards his hand. your hand behind you to hold your weight as you lean your upper body slightly outwards. beomgyu's lips tracing your jaw and neck.

"y/n," he whispered slowly. fingers trying to get past your panty. your wetness lubricating his fingers. you gasped when you felt it. the roughness of his fingertips contrasts to how soft the rest of the skin in his hand is. "how naughty of you. letting me touch you like this."

"a little bear told me i shouldn't fuck people tipsy." you whispered to his lips. hand touching his cheek while you look into his eyes. his fingers rubbing your clit. making you bite your lip. "i know other tips i'd like to be inside me though."

"do tell," he told you. his other hand caressing your bare waist while he supports you. hand under your top that you wished earlier he'd take off.

"your fingers and your cock," you told him truthfully. still face-to-face with him face too close, but too far to kiss. you gasped when you felt him slowly incline his fingers inside you. beomgyu leaned down, capturing your lips as he moves his finger inside you.

he smiled at the sounds you're making. were you getting off of the idea that you're in public? was it him? was it someone else? he asked himself, making him furrow his brows at annoyance. listening to your moans and giving meaning to them. oh how he'd make so much songs from this.

"excuse me?" someone asked. making you push him away while his fingers stilled inside you. beomgyu talking to the girl in front of you. while you look elsewhere but her.

you rest your chin on your hand, on the table in front of you. your hips moving against his finger. beomgyu glanced at you before continuing with the conversation. hand moving in wave-like motions inside you while you ride on it.

"thank you so much!" the girl said. leaving the two of you alone. you turned to beomgyu with your brows furrowed from frustration.

"i'm going to cum," you whispered to him. you closed your high. letting his movements and yours saturate you completely. you moved with him, allowing your high to come even faster. "fuck, beomgyu."

before you could even come down from your high. he was pulling you to the vip sections. into one of the rooms. the windows overseeing the crowd. but they couldn't see you even if they look closely.

"ride me?" he asked. pushing you lightly to be pressed on the window. your upper body pressing on it. "change of plans."

"i'm okay with anything," you told him. trying not to sound too ecstatic. your forehead is pressed on the glass. your breath fogging it.

"don't keep your voice down," he told you. moving your underwear to the side as he put a condom on himself. watching your face reflect on the glass. "let me hear you."

"god," you whispered. feeling him slide inside you. you hoped he was thick, god delivered. you feel him stretch you good. he didn't let you adjust to his size by stopping. he let you by thrusting slowly. "beomgyu."

"you feel so good y/n," he told you. making you smile. you felt like a bubbling teen who got noticed by their crush. except now, your little crush, is inside you.

you fell into rhythm with beomgyu. meeting his thrust as he sped up. he slowed a little, pulling your hips towards him more. making you spread your legs wider to accommodate him.

"i'm sure sober sex is better," he told you. his eyes closed with how you feel around him. loving how his name sounds like when you say it. when you moan it. when you call for him.

"any type of sex, with me, is always better." you corrected beomgyu. making him smile at your remark. looking at you through his bangs.

"you're already inviting me to another round?" he joked. suddenly bucking his hips. making you moan louder. one of beomgyu's hand groping one of your breasts.

you felt like the world was spinning. beomgyu pulled out of you. making you look at him. he grabbed a chair nearby to sit on. he motioned you to come closer to him.

"ride me," he told you. guiding you as you sink towards him. somehow you wished you could see beomgyu instead of the crowd. but he feels good in this position too. "like that y/n."

you didn't like your name that much. it was okay at best, but hearing beomgyu say it? suddenly you love it. no other name could replace it. hearing beomgyu moan it? heavenly.

you moved your hips in circular motions, alternating to back-and-forth before bouncing on him. you're trying to gauge when beomgyu is loudest, but he seems to like all of it.

his hand came in front of you. rubbing your clit as he goes. mimicking the way you move on his dick. the simple act making you nauseous. his attention to detail is insane. his attention to you is driving you to the edge.

"beomgyu," you moaned his name. hand holding one of his which is on your waist as you move back-and-forth. beomgyu meeting your thrusts when you bounce. "i'm going to cum."

"go ahead, cum for me y/n," he told you. beomgyu held on to you tight. his hand rubbing slow circles on your clit. with him cuming on the condom he put on. "fuck."

you let beomgyu guide you to one of the couch. standing up to throw the condom and grabbing the tissues to clean both of you up. you moved beomgyu's hair. tucking it behind his ear while he cleans you up.

"pretty," you whispered. making beomgyu blush from your words. looking at you slightly while he cleans your thighs too. you sat up, fixing your clothing.

"are you still upset?" he asked you. making you laugh that he remembers. somehow the sadness came back to you. "do you want to go another round?"

"you're insane!" you told him. playfully hitting his arm. you're too fucked for another round. "maybe in a couple of minutes."

"dang, at least take me on a date first!" he told you. making you look at him confused with his words. he's joking right? you thought to yourself. beomgyu gave you a quick peck before caressing your face. "y/n, this is the part where you ask me out."

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt suggestive #txt scenarios #txt imagines #beomgyu smut

[mythicxly]

▪ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ▪ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ▪ (chapter one)

'I'M IN HARRY POTTER!'

It was a shocking realisation. One moment, you were sobbing in bed over the death of Dobby, and the next, you found yourself in a completely different house with a woman named Emma on your way to Hogwarts. It was overwhelming, yet thrilling, as you would finally have the chance to meet your favourite childhood characters and see the Hogwarts professors in person. The thought of it all fills you with excitement.

As you hurriedly packed your suitcase, you came across a Walkman in your favourite colour, complete with headphones. It reminded you of Max from Stranger Things. After figuring out how to use it, you were surprised to hear your favourite song playing - even though it was a modern one from years ahead. Despite the confusion, you were thrilled to have music for your trip.

Upon completing your packing, Emma approached you with a warm smile and graciously offered to lend a hand with your suitcases. With some extra time to spare before departure, you sat on the floor and leaned your back against the wall. It was then that you realized you were in an entirely new universe without the comfort of your loved ones. This realization weighed heavily on you, leaving you feeling sad and uncertain. Emma's kindness was appreciated, but her lack of explanation only added to your confusion and sense of isolation.

But now it's more important to find a way out of here while getting to know the people and characters around you. You know you're not alone because Emma was here.

"(Y/N)! COME! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" "COMING!"

As you were ready to depart, you grabbed a compact bag to stow away a few things for the train ride. You carefully packed some items inside and slipped your trusty Walkman into the pocket of your sleek dark green jacket. As you hurried down the stairs, you caught a glimpse of Emma patiently waiting outside by a car.

"Are you prepared?" Emma inquires, to which you reply with a nod. She graces you with a charming smile as she opens the door of her crimson car to allow you to climb in. Emma walks around the vehicle and settles into the driver's seat. The ambience during the drive is serene, with neither of you uttering a single word. Emma focuses on manoeuvring the car while you retrieve your Walkman and belt out Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You." You're unsure why you selected that particular song, but the desire to listen to her voice was undeniable.

'Wait a minute, how old am I? I mean, I'm 18 in my world but what about here? Why am I thinking about this?' But you got curious, you asked Emma, to which she responded with '13'shocking you.

'Okay, not only am I in another universe, but I turned back into a 13-year-old... What the hell, universe?'

A few minutes later, and before you knew it, you arrived at the train station you were familiar with. Getting out of the car, Emma grabs your suitcases and guides you to Platform 9 3/4, uneasiness bubbles in you, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. "Okay, (Y/n), I have to go now, but I'll see you-" "Can you come with me to the station?" You ask quietly, your shoes suddenly becoming interesting.

While this was your childhood dream, you never thought you'd be so scared.

Emma looks at you for a second before giving you another one of her charming smiles and nodding as she stands in front of the wall. "You go first." You give her a nervous nod, breathing in and out before running with your cart into the wall.

As you predicted, you didn't crash, instead phasing right through. After a few seconds, Emma comes in, standing right next to you as you stare at the bright red train before you. Emma softly places a hand on your shoulder, making you turn to face her. "Well, you need to get on the train... I'll see you during the holidays, and I'll send letters to you. Okay?"

Suddenly, Emma gets pushed back a couple steps as you tackle her in a hug. She freezes as she looks at your (Hair Colour) hair, before slowly wrapping her arms around you with a small smile, "Sorry for attacking you earlier..." You mumble and Emma snorts, "It's okay?" She answers almost questioningly.

After like three minutes, you both let go of each other and you grab your suitcases, boarding the train. Finding a seat, you place your bags in the overhead bin, before seeing Emma through the window. You squish your body on the window, you wave at her and she waves back. The train began to move and you wave at her faster as it moved forward, before speeding down the track as her figure began to get smaller and smaller.

You sigh, sitting back down in the comfortable seat. A few moments went by as you sat there staying out the window with your head headphones on. 

Suddenly, you hear a knock come from the sliding door, you slowly take off your headphones as someone opens the door, to reveal a tall and handsome young man with chiselled, dark hair and bright grey eyes. A bright smile is brought up on your face as the boy begins to talk, though his voice is drowned out by your own thoughts. 'Oh no, he's hot!'

"Excuse me?" The man, known as Cedric Diggory, interrupts your train of thought. "Oh, yes?" You answer, mentally slapping yourself at your zoning out. "I just wanted to ask if I could crash here? There were no other compartments, and you were by yourself." You raise an eyebrow at his last statement, which makes him realise his mistake. "No- wait, I didn't mean it like that- I just..." He stammers as he struggles to correct himself and you laughed softly, shaking your head "Chill, dude. You're good, come, sit."

He smiles as he sits in the seat in front of you, holding out his hand "I'm Cedric." You shook his hand with a firm grip, "(Y/n)." You both let go of each other's hands as silence comes between you two. "So~ What house are you in?" Cedric chuckles, "That's the best way to start a conversation?" "Do you have a better way to start one?"

Cedric shakes his head with a small smile, "I'm in Hufflepuff, you?" You pause, 'Wait, house am I in?...'  "I... I don't know?" Now Cedric is the one who raises his eyebrow, "How do you forget what house you're in?" You shrug your shoulders in response, "I'll probably know when I check my uniform."

Soon, you two just began talking about each other, with you telling jokes on the side. The atmosphere feels chill the more you two chatted, then the Sweet Trolley came along, where you buy Honeydukes and Cedric buys Pumpkin Pasties. Another silence fills the room as you two ate your bought sweets, in which you adored and savoured the taste.

"Okay, favourite Quidditch player?" Cedric thinks about it for a minute before answering with 'Viktor Krum' "Okay, okay. Your turn." You say as you took another bite of your Honeydukes, "Favourite activity to do." "(Favourite Activity)" You answer almost instantly, Cedric looks down at his watch. "We need to get changed now, we're almost there." You hum in response, grabbing your bag which had your uniform and pulling it out.

Cedric sits there awkwardly as he watches you pull out your uniform, you glance at him before telling him to get out, respectively, in which he dies immediately while bidding you a 'goodbye'. Chuckling to yourself as he leaves, before closing the door and window. Making that it was locked, you began to change into your uniform.

Moments passed and you were finished, thought you were fiddling with your tie, trying but failing to tie it right. A few failed attempts latter, you gave up with a groan, choosing to just leave it untied as you unlocked the door and opened the window, looking out it, see the dark sky with small golden flecks in it. Softly smiling to yourself, you continued to look at the scenery.

Humming to yourself a random tune, you waited for Cedric to return, though you weren't expecting him to be back. He was probably back with his friends.

And then you saw it. The place you wanted to be you're entirely childhood...

...Hogwarts...

Hello, gals, pals and non-binary pals! It's me, rose~ Just wanted to say, since I can't decide on a Hogwarts house, you guys can vote! Just vote for one of them, love you~

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#yandere harry potter #yandere #yanderehogwarts #readerinsert #tw cussing #harry potter fanfiction

[moiravim]

Rainy Nights

Fem (gender fluid) Loki x GN Reader

Fluff

You worked in a small library in New York. Most of the books were used, but costed one to two dollars, so sales were great. Expecially during summer when everyone had time off to read.

You sit near the cash register, typing on your computer. You were currently writing a short story. Not that anyone would read it, but you had your dreams just like everyone else.

A familiar face walks up and you realize Loki is buying another book. She comes almost every day and you wonder if she actually reads all the books she buys.

"Hey, yn. It's nice seeing you again" she says as she smiles and hands you the book she's buying. "Hey Loki, it's nice to see you too. You know, with how fast you read these books it would be much cheaper to use a library..." You respond to her.

She just smiles at you. "I'd rather just keep the books.. it's nice having them, it's almost like a trophy" you smile and nod understandingly.

Loki is beautiful. You can't deny it. The only problem was that you were too shy to ask for her number or ask her on a date.

She starts to walk out when you stop her by stuttering out; "hey, Loki- um.. I was wondering if you'd want to maybe go on a- go to dinner with me."

She smiles as she turns around and responds "I'd love to. I've been waiting for you to ask me out". She giggles as you stare in shock.

At least it was nice knowing she felt the same as you did. She waves as she turns around and shouts "I'll meet you back here at 7!"

You stare as she walks out the door. You look at the time to see it's 5:30. You plan to close the store at 6 and get ready for the date.

As you get ready you think of where to take her. You probably should've planned this much earlier...

You remember a nice pasta place nearby which recently opened. It was in your price zone and had good reviews.

When she gets there you see her in a stunning black dress and look back down at your cheap (suit/dress).

She smiles at you and says; "I got you something". She hands you a green beaded bracelet and lifts wrist to show how she has a matching one.

You smile back as you put it on and thank her. You hook your arms as you guide her to the restaurant you picked out.

You get a table and sit in the booth across from her. "So... What do you do in your free time?" Loki asks you. "I write. I also enjoy reading... Obviously." You respond akwardly as she chuckles. You smile.

The waiter comes over and you both order. "What about you, what do you like to do? ...Other than reading." You ask her. "I like to paint." She states happily.

The room grows quiet when your food comes and you both start eating. You focus on the music in hopes to avoid the awkwardness. She seems so much more calm.

You wonder if she can tell your anxious. Your question is answered when she puts her hand on yours and asks you; "are you feeling okay?...you seem very nervous."

You nod. "Yes, I'm okay. I just get anxious... I'm sorry." She looks at you sadly. "don't apologize. That's not something you need to apologize for."

You both finish your food and pay. As you open the door you realize it's pouring rain. "Oh no... I'm so sorry-" she cuts you off by giggling and pulling you into the rain.

You take your jacket off and put it over the two of you as you run through the rain. Eventually the jacket was soaking wet and was no longer protecting you from the rain so you took it off, tying it around your waist.

You two stopped at a park, still soaking wet and ran through the beautiful nature trails. You stopped near a fountain and sit on the bench in front of it.

Even though your hair was a mess and her makeup was running down her face, this moment was still perfect. She leaned in and kissed you as you kissed back.

You got back up and the two of you playfully ran around the park before stopping at a small booth in the park.

You went up to the sad, wet man selling ice cream and bought two with a smile on your face. His face lit up as he handed you two ice creams.

The two of you started walking out of the park while eating your now wet and melting ice cream.

Nothing could change this happy moment. By the time you both finished your ice creams you just got back to the bookshop and went next door to your small apartment.

You gave her a towel and a change of dry clothes as you got dressed yourself. You made a bag of popcorn and put blankets on the couch, making it as cozy as possible.

When she got back you let her pick a movie as the two of you cuddled on the couch. "Let's do this again soon.." you say with a grin on your face. "How about Friday? I'll plan it this time." She responds playfully.

#lady loki #loki x yn #lesbian fanfic #marvel x reader #marvel #loki laufesyon x reader #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki layfeson #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #fem loki #lady loki x reader #marvel fanfiction #female x female #lgbtq marvel #marvel x gender neutral reader #gender fluid loki #loki gender fluid #marvel fluff

[blogofloathing]

A loud, cheesy anthem plays as an awful stylilized OCWE appears on a black and white TV screen

"Good belated myorning folks, I am your esteemed host! Gillian Barlows Jr! And you are watching the Ocean City Watcher Éire! Hyere to bring you the latest scyoop on the people of our great city! who are they? Why are they? When are they? How do they peel their y'apples? Let's find out nyow!"

A new fangled transition effect plays as Gillian gives an overly exaggerated shocked expression.

Approaching our first interviewee, Gygan Clarks of the Ocean City Watchful Eye, but it seems he isn't particularly excited to see us haha, wonder why.

Our trusty boom man sticks the mic in his face, at which Gygan looks visibly annoyed, sheesh you'd think we killed this guys business or something.

"What do you want Gillian" he spat, frankly I'm offended he would be so rude to a reporter!

My cameraman delivers the question after a discreet go ahead sign waved in his direction

"Look unless you think apples can make coffee taste better I'm not interested," Gygan hisses, and after a short pause mutters "with a pocket knife"

And indeed if the bulge in his pocket isn't due to seeing me, he carries said weapon on him.

Let's move on from this wannabe newsman before he gets violent! You know how those types are.

Grumbling to himself, something about "fuckin' trend hopping fast news pieces of-" haha anyway!

An apple shaped transition plays, and due to formatting issues doesn't properly disappear

•••

Our next guest went up to us herself upon hearing there was a survey, so give it up for.. Simone Chekhov! Of the S.I.T Robotics department—

Somehow interrupting this audio added in post, the girl fires up a seemingly long held rant.

"Well actually it's Robotechtronics there's a very subtle but important difference in the two fields but anyway I made a machine that peels them so precisely the skin dissolves in contact with the air due to being sliced at such a thin micromascopic level that their mololcules are-" a thin homeless girl sticks a thumbs up wildly behind Simone.

The video is suddenly stopped here due to space, a cartoonish image of sad Gillian giving a thumbs down is shown onscreen for a few seconds.

•••

we're sorry to cut this short but our camera ran plumb out of juice trying to record it all haha!

Though this did little to falter her one sided rant, even as we turned our attention away from her

Moving onto the aforementioned hobo (it's good to get a perspective from the less than fortunate.)

"OOO OOO you're gonna ask me a question! Give it here!" She jumps excitedly, the words slamming into our crew much in the same way she physically rammed into my mic man in her overzealousness

The dusty girl, who we made sure didn't touch any of our equipment, had been chittering something inane at Simone when we asked, somehow able to properly talk between each other rather than over.

"I dunno I just chomp em, see?" taking a playful bite out of her sour face, leaving a toothy mark.

... the sounds of crickets chirping has been added

"Agh! Victoria!" She expleted, wiping her face off with her sleeve, "that's gross- you're gross!"

Though Victoria didn't seem too bothered, a sly little grin making its home on her spotted face.

"Hey don't pretend ya didn't like it" she slithered, at which Simone gave her a rather hard smack on the head "and there's more where that came from!" The bespectacled girl tittered haughtily.

A tinny and muffled laugh track plays, as Gillian audibly clicks a tape recorder to start and stop

•••

Moving on from those, shall we say interesting, characters, our boom operator caught wind of some music playing a few blocks down.

And we followed the groovy tunes to their source, coming upon quite the cello fellow!

Who is contentedly playing his instrument, my team having to remind him of the question, "oh I just slice em up with my trusty pocketknife!" Holding it up for a second before going back to ringing out the tunes.

Looks to be the same kinda knife as that.. eh I forgot his name already.

I say someone should definitely toss that guy a quarter, not me though.

Really if he can afford a cello is he actually that poor I mean cmon- ah, I've been instructed by my cameraman to stop here.

A bubble and wave crashing sound effect plays too loudly, with a chintzy fade to black transition

•••

Taking a dip per sé, we find.. someone else to ask.

Attempting to avoid being seen, the oddly slimy fellow is hiding against a wall, but seeing as his clothes aren't the exact shade and texture of bricks, "I, I don't know what an apple is? please leave me alone.." he croaks out in a froggy tone.

"Would you like to try one?" My boom operator chipperly inquires, at which the still unnamed weirdo looks even more terrified of us than before

"N-no I'm good really I.." it trailed off, guess they make hobos different these days, I can't get a read on what this guy might be on the street to beg for.

"Cmon I'll get ya a fresh one" he says again, taking a step closer to it, making the thing jump loudly.

Before running away from my team in a lurch, leaving weird wet slappy footprints in his wake.

Well that was certainly productive, why don't we heed this guys words and move on to another!

A hexagon transition with a splat sound effect, it doesn't even fully segue, cutting halfway through

•••

At the urging of my team, we reluctantly almer over to a goblin for questioning, she seemed to be dancing animatedly.. or maybe boxing with the air?

"Hi! Yes yes Hello! To apples slicing? No no, Gabby is practicing see?" It said, nearly assaulting one of my cameramen, "Gabby is champion of the box!"

a goofy swirl sound effect and then a laugh track

We don't speak creature so I have no idea what any of that meant, I'd say we get out of here before that thing gets aggressive, I've heard the stories of these kinds of monsters being dangerous!

They're lucky they don't have rights or else we'd totally sue them for emotional damages.

a spooky transition effect plays, bats flying across the screen and a very poorly done witches laugh

•••

As we were making our way back to the studio, my mic man caught eye of some kinda hobo living in the alley, I insisted we don't interview something like that but who listens to me around here?

Walking up to her, I'm already less than enthused about her appearance, something in her eyes wasn't like it should be, they seemed to stare directly inside of us unlike anything.

"Hello ma'am how would you say you peel-" my other cameraman began, being cut off by her wheezily trilling poem, "peel? Peeling, skin peeling wallpaper off the wall, apples falling trees cutting"

I.. wow! Okay! That is not at all what any of us were expecting, all our hairs stood violently on end.

Like looking into the den of a wounded predator about to make a strike, protecting its wounds.

She stepped closer to us, gazing through us, it felt as though she saw more than just my skin.

"Apples and oranges" it felt as though she wasn't even talking to us, despite facing our direction.

No one bothered putting a transition effect here, the camera simply cuts right to the next scene

•••

aaaaand one last questioneer today folks! As we were wrapping up and dutifully wiping down and sanitizing our stuff to get all the filth off them, a distracted old guy bumped into us, and sooooo!

"Oh! Eh uh, I mostly just eat cheese" the weirdo said emphatically before forcing us to look at a horrible mass of aged milk madness, before reassuring us that "it's Käse Brezel! The finest in the city! If ya see me come and buy so-" yeah no

Sorry sir I don't even know what language you just spoke there but I can tell it ain't somethin I'm gonna be eating, especially from someone like you

Though my crew seems oddly interested in it, I'll have to show them what real food is like I guess,

gives me an excuse to hang out with those mooks.

anywho, our final stop of the day was a nice little cheese pretzel shop, the finest in the city!

An equally loud and somehow even cheesier little outro theme plays as we fade back onto Gillian

"Well thyank you all for tyuning in this fine after nyoon, we hope we could answer all of your deep byurning questions! As always I am your esteemed host; Gillian Barlows Jr! And you have been watching the Ocean City Watcher Éire, where we catch up the scyoop and throw it to your hyoop! See y'all nyext week with our next Q: how good is the government doing right now? ( A: pyerfect!)"

#original character #original writing #shadows over loathing #west of loathing #wol #writing #oc character #sol #writers on tumblr #creative writing

[rjmartin11]

I'm Aaron

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: Serious angst, sorrow, heartache, hope for the future.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Eleven! If you have made it this far, you guys are amazing! I appreciate all your support and love! If y'all love this chapter, like, comment, repost, and follow!

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Wednesday just seemed to fly by. Elvis and you stayed in the suite half of the day talking about his final shows and ordering room service.

Elvis sensed a change in your demeanor. You were quieter than usual, and let him do most of the talking. When Elvis inquired about the change in you, you insisted nothing was further from the truth. You'd smile at him, then kiss and hug him to reassure him.

You try to mask your true feelings from him. You do your best to keep a smile on your face. You steal a kiss from him every now and again.

You embrace him deeply, trying to memorize every part of him. His manly musk and Old Spice scent. His fine black hair. His cerulean eyes shined like sea. The feel of his soft skin. The bass of his Southern drawl and how it rumbled in his chest. His boisterous laugh. The way he felt inside you. The taste of his pouty lips. Oh, how you love him. Would Elvis understand how much?

Elvis had two shows Wednesday evening, and you were his special guest of honor. You sat with Lucy and Penny during both shows. You did your best to distance yourself from the other Mafia wives who just saw you as another notch in Elvis' bedpost. You became very friendly with Lucy and Penny. Although you were still suspicious of Penny, you remained as kind as possible.

During intermission, Joann came to the table to give her sincerest apologies for Pam's behavior. You told Joann that you weren't angry at her, and she shouldn't be apologizing for the actions of others. You had respect for Joann because she was kind and courteous. There was a very strong loyalty within Elvis inner circle. You respected that.

The second show flew by, and Elvis shined brighter than the sun itself. Where on Earth did he get all that energy?

The ladies and you sat bar side as you waited for Elvis to appear at the after party. The three of you discussed the differences and similarities of the two shows of the evening. Which suit you enjoyed more. You personally love the black jumpsuit. It was edgy, exciting, and sexy just like him. The thought of him thrusting on stage made your heart palpitate and pussy throb. How can you leave him?

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Lucy asked, gently rubbing your shoulder. "You seem upset."

"Just... thinking." You responded.

"May I ask what about? You look so sad."

It was just you and Lucy. Penny and Joann went to get another drink from the bar. You felt like you could trust Lucy. She was the closest thing you had to a friend in Vegas. You hadn't bothered calling Jill back, and Lucy knew more about Elvis.

"Lucy, Elvis asked me to move with him to Memphis last night."

Lucy's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped low from the shock of your revelation.

"Really? What did you say?" She asked.

"He stopped me before I could say anything. He told me to think about it, but my mind is made up." You paused.

"Well, don't leave me hanging. Are you coming to Memphis?"

"I can't, Lucy. I still have some...things to figure out back in Atlanta."

"Things? Is there someone else?"

"No," you shake your head. "Elvis is the only one."

"Then why not come to Memphis? You'd love it. Live music is everywhere. The best barbecue in the South."

"You're really laying it on thick, huh?" You asked Lucy.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I could use another friend."

A smirk graced her face, and she took a sip from her glass. You do enjoy your time with Lucy. Although she seemed quiet, she was fun, knowledgeable, and kind. She didn't place herself with the mixture of the Mafia wives and girlfriends because she knew of their drama. She trusted a few people and not everyone. Lucy believed in telling people what they needed to hear, not what they wanted to hear. She didn't gossip or spread rumors, which made her a great asset to the group. Lucy knew there was something between me and Elvis, which is why she told me about his ex-girlfriends and ex-lovers.

"I guess I could always use another friend, too," you say, smiling.

"So you'll come to Memphis?!?"

"I didn't say that, Lucy."

"Y/N." Lucy beseeched me.

You shake your head. You can't believe she really wants you to stay with Elvis. Drop everything you know in Atlanta and move. Maybe this was a sign that you should stay with Elvis. Maybe.

The next second, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and it's Jerry.

"Hi, Jerry."

"Hey, Y/N." Jerry says.

"Oh, I see how you do me." Lucy stated. "Brush me off for another woman right in front of me. That's what we're doing now?"

You widened your eyes. What did he do? Jerry had a smile on his face the whole while. He leans over and gives Lucy a kiss.

"Hey, baby. You look gorgeous tonight. That dress on you is spectacular." Jerry replied.

"Oh, this old thing?" Lucy smirked.

These two were too cute for words. Lucy and Jerry had their own secret love language. Jerry looks back at you and says.

"Elvis wants to see you privately, Y/N."

"Okay. I'll see you later, Lucy." You say your goodbyes, and Jerry escorted you out of the after-party and to another room.

Jerry opened the door for you to this other room on the penthouse floor. It's the only room you've never been in on the whole wing. Elvis sees you walking in. A giant grin covers his face, and he walks over to you, planting kisses on your face. You giggle at the gesture.

"Your shows were amazing tonight, E! I had so much fun." You say, hugging him back.

"Thank you, Y/N/N, baby."

When you opened your eyes, you realized you two were not alone. You slowly released Elvis and backed away.

"Y/N/N, I want you to meet someone." Elvis steps to the side, and you get a better view of this older gentleman.

The gentleman was Elvis' height with fine white hair and a thin salt and pepper mustache. He dressed well. He had a warm smile, which brought you comfort because you were alarmed by his presence.

"Y/N, this is my father, Vernon Presley. Daddy, this is Y/N."

Oh, his father. You started to laugh a little bit. You placed your hand on your stomach while Elvis held your other hand.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Presley. It-it's nice to meet you." You choke out.

"It's nice to meet you as well, honey." Vernon steps forward and offers you his hand. You accept it gladly.

You look into Vernon's eyes and smile. For their the same eyes as Elvis. It's Vernon you have to thank for the beauty of your love.

"Elvis has your eyes, sir."

"Well, Gladys' eyes were brown, so I guess he does have my eyes."

"I'm sure you get it all the time."

"Not too often, but thank you for noticing."

"Y'all hungry, or is it just me?" Elvis asked.

"I could eat." You interject.

The three of you eat together and talk over dinner. Vernon was a bit quiet but spoke when he was asked a question. You noticed when Elvis and Vernon make eyes at one another during dinner like there was a secret going on between them. You didn't fixate on the matter with the thought of leaving Elvis in less than two days.

After dinner, you and Elvis bid Vernon a goodnight. Then, without anyone noticing, you both sneak into his suite to spend some quality time together.

Elvis takes you into his arms and plants a kiss on your forehead. Then, your right cheek. Then your left cheek. He kisses the tip of your nose, and finally, he kisses your lips. The butterflies start to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

Elvis slowly moves away from your lips and gazes into your eyes. He still holds you close.

"Baby, is everything okay?" Elvis asks, cupping your face.

"I'm fine. Everything is fine. Why do you ask?" You inquire.

"Something. I don't know, baby. You seem... distant."

You guess you're not that great of an actress after all. You smile away the tension you feel at this current moment and try to catch those butterflies that he gave you a moment ago. You kiss him back once more and cup his face.

"Nonsense. Do you know how happy you've made me in the last week? I feel like I view life through a different lens now because of you. I'm so grateful."

"How grateful, Y/N/N?" Elvis asks, rubbing your back.

"Should I show you?" You whisper.

"Please show me."

You raise his neck and start slowly kissing him. You feel his heart racing as he laces his hands in your curls. He breathes rapidly, and you both collapse on the bed.

Elvis rolls on top of you and kisses you deeply, passionately. You unbutton his shirt and run your hands over his tanned chest. Then you unbuckle his belt. Elvis slides his hand down between your legs and into your sacred place.

You jerk your head back, trying to catch your breath. You slip your hand into Elvis' pants and stroke his hardened cock. Elvis moans at your gesture. You take this opportunity to turn him over by way of interwoven your legs. You flip yourself, where you are saddled on top of Elvis. Elvis cups your face with one of his hands. You kiss the palm of his hand and smile.

You begin to undress yourself.

"You're my brave girl, aren't you? You ain't nervous to be bare in front of me, are ya, baby?"

"Not one bit," you say, removing your dress completely and tossing it to the side.

You gently place yourself on top of Elvis' penis. You slowly grind on top of him, and Elvis firmly grips your sides, gently hoisting you up and down on his dick. You both moan off beat as you rise up and down on his cock. In a pleasure filled state, Elvis rolls his eyes closed.

"No, E. Look at me." You say, placing your hands on his face to get his attention. You lean your head against his forehead and whisper. "Your eyes are bluer than the heavens in the month of May. More... clearer than any ocean. Huh. You light up my life, Elvis."

You see tears spring from his eyes. He feels marvelous. The next moment, Elvis raises you onto his lower stomach, cumming all over himself. You cum where he placed you on his lower stomach. You both catch your breath as you are spent in each other. You find yourself in Elvis' embrace. He kisses your lips so softly.

"Y/N, baby, that was so amazing, and what you said... that was sweet. No one's ever described my eyes that way." Elvis says.

"I meant every word."

Elvis kisses your temple, lays his head back, and closes his eyes. After a moment, you hear him lightly breathing, and you know he's asleep. You lay your head on his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart. It brings you comfort, but the more you listen to it, the more you believe his heart beats in sync with your own. No, that can't be, you think. How can that be?

You look up at the clock. You notice it's after midnight. It's Thursday. You have one more day to be with Elvis. Time seems to be against you. It's like you're living in an hourglass, and you can see the grains of sand pour to the bottom.

You feel the tears burn your eyes, and you softly pat your damp face. You can't cry. Not now. You decide to go and take a shower. Maybe the warm water could bring you some comfort.

You quietly get out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

"Baby, where you going?" Elvis awakens from your absence in the bed.

You stop short at the sound of his voice. You don't turn around for fear that he'll see your tear stained face.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep." You tell him.

You turn on the shower and jump in. You don't really care about the temperature of the water. You want to release the tension you're feeling. You start to cry as the water hits your toes. You feel like the walls of the hourglass are closing in, and the sand is speeding faster than water to the bottom. That fragile glass is cracking before you.

So many questions flood your mind, such as:

How can I leave him?

How will I tell him?

If I break his heart, shall I also break my heart in the process?

How can I go back to a life without love?

Suddenly, you hear the door open to the bathroom. You quickly rinse away your tears, allowing the water to run over your face. Hopefully, clearing your eyes from the redness of your tears.

"Y/N/N, baby, you've been in here a while. You okay?" Elvis asks outside the shower door.

"I'm almost done, E."

Elvis opens the door to look at you. He politely glares at your body up and down as the water covers you from head to toe.

"May I join you?" He asks.

"I won't stop you."

Elvis climbs in the shower with you and kisses you. He puts his head back in the shower spout, allowing the water to soak his body. Then he kisses you again. You both stare at each other for a moment. Fearing you may start to cry again, you gently hug Elvis. Elvis holds you closely, rubbing your back as the warm water runs over your bodies.

"Elvis?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Should I be cruel to a heart that's true?" Elvis asks, holding her face between hands.

You lightly shake your head no and smile.

"Y/N, you have the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen." Elvis says.

"There's nothing special about my eyes."

"That's not true. I see you. I see the beauty in your gentle soul. You light up my life, Y/N."

You smile, and Elvis kisses you again. You both spend the next five minutes in the shower cleaning each off. You dry off each other and head back to bed. Elvis wraps his arms around you, holding you until he falls asleep. Your nerves are still on end, and you barely catch a wink. One more day. One more day, with your love. You cuddle up closely to Elvis and drift off to sleep.

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Thursday was pacing by agonizingly slow. Elvis kissed your face continually, trying to get your attention.

"Morning, Y/N/N." He whispers in your ear. "Wake up, please. I wanna spend a few minutes with you before I go."

You smile at him, blinking your eyes open.

"Morning, E," you yawned, quickly covering your morning breath.

Elvis moved your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together, and slowly placed his lips on top of yours.

"Hmm... you are so sweet." You spoke with a groggy voice. "Did you say you had to go?" You tried clearing your throat to speak more clearly.

"Yeah, I gotta do rehearsal for the last show tomorrow night." Elvis dipped his head in the nook of your neck.

Damn. Your flight is on Friday afternoon at 5 p.m. His first show is at 10 p.m.

No, Elvis, please don't talk about tomorrow, you think, holding onto him. Tomorrow I leave you. Let's focus on today. Today, the sun is shining and bright. Today, you are in my arms, and I'm in yours. Tomorrow I won't be. Tomorrow, my arms will be empty with nothing but my bags as I board a plane and leave you. Let's speak of today. Your eyes are clear today. Tomorrow, they will be sad and gray. Let's just stay in today.

Your thoughts get the best of you and you comb your fingers through his hair. "Elvis Aaron, let's talk about what we'll do today, huh?"

Elvis looks at your face, confession covers his features.

"Baby, are you crying?"

You quickly wipe your face.

"No, E. My allergies are catching up with me."

"Allergies?"

"Yeah, my nose gets runny and my eyes water. It's also a sign of me waking up. I just hope I don't start sneezing." You lie.

You lie your ass off. You just want to enjoy your last day with Elvis. You know if you discuss it or bring it up, you'd be crying all day, and he'd talk you into going home with him.

"Do I need to get one of the guys to go to the store to getcha some allergy pills?" Elvis asks.

"Oh no, Elvis. I have some in my luggage."

Damn the luggage. Not the next thought you wanted to have.

"Well, baby. After I'm done with sound check and rehearsal, I'm all yours for the rest of the day. What should we do?" Elvis asks, laying down beside you as he props his head up on his hand. "Do you wanna go back to the Golden Steer? Stuffed mushrooms sound good."

"Or we can order room service? They have some great stuffed mushrooms and pasta. I'm craving pasta."

"Okay. We can do that. Sounds great." Elvis smiles and pecks your lips. "Now I need to go get ready."

Elvis scurried away from the bed to get dressed, and you sit up on the bed waiting patiently. Elvis takes about ten minutes to look his best, and that doesn't take much because he's gorgeous. He looks at you with those baby blues, and you smile. Elvis still manages to make you smile. He still has the power to make your heart flutter. It has only been six days after all. He gives you one last kiss before he leaves and exits the suite.

You exhale that breath that you were holding in. You get out of bed and get ready for the day. You take another shower, brush your teeth, and do your hair. You can't bear to look at yourself in the mirror for your morning affirmations. The only words that come to mind are fool and coward.

You leave the bathing room and put your clothes on. You grab your bag and search for your plane ticket for Atlanta. You find it in the your the lining of your luggage and look at the ticket fully. It reads:

From Las Vegas, Nevada to Atlanta, Georgia. 5 P.M. departure.

You sit back on the floor and clutch the ticket to your heart. You contemplate your situation. You play with the pros and cons over and over again in your head.

Con: We just met six days ago.

Pro: He's a sweetheart.

Con: He lied to me the first night we met.

Pro: He wanted me to get to know him as a man and lover. Not a singer. Not an entertainer.

Con: He has old girlfriend issues.

Pro: It seems that he makes me his priority.

Con: Quitting my job for a man I just met.

Pro: He'll take care of me.

Con: I'm too young.

Pro: I love him.

These run in your head over and over again. It all runs to you loving him, yet you fear this love is unrequited. Yes, he's a great lover and friend, but neither of you established yourselves as a couple.

You ultimately decide it's best to leave him and get your life together. How can you start a life with Elvis when you personally don't have all your ducks in a row?

If you love someone, you must let them go. If they come back to you, they are yours. If they don't, it was never meant to be. You think.

Elvis has to trust that you are making the right decision. This is the toughest decision you've ever made. You keep questioning yourself because you found the love you've dreamed of and prayed for.

But who falls in love in a week? Something that begins so suddenly can end just as quickly. You don't want that. You just need time. If Elvis cares even one tenth about you, he will understand. Maybe even one day he can love you as much as you love him.

After you finish contemplating your pros and cons, you decide to take a nap. You laugh at the other pros and cons that didn't matter as much like:

Cons: No sex

Pros: Elvis will rock your world.

Cons: Mafia Wives

Pros: Lucy

Even Lucy tried to convince you that Memphis was a great place to live.

You don't think on Memphis too much as sleep starts to invade your idled brain. You don't fight it. You allow it to take over you. Sleeping is better than crying your worries away. It's better than crying yourself into hysteria or a headache. You'll tell Elvis over dinner.

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You feel the touch of his soft lips on your cheek and warmth cascades over your body. You smile, opening your eyes to see Elvis' handsome face. He smiles back, kissing your nose.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, E." You answer him. "How was rehearsal?"

"It went great. Everyone is on their best behavior. They know where they need to be. It's going to be great. I'm excited."

"I hear it in your voice." You say, raising from where you lay.

"I'm starving. You ready to order room service, Y/N?"

"Yes, I'm hungry."

You both order room service. In the next fifteen minutes, your dinner has arrived at the suite. Two plates of pasta with chicken and a large order of stuffed mushrooms. You both agreed that you'd get dessert after dinner.

You both eat your dinner on the floor where you ate your breakfast the other morning. You engage in deep conversation, and you speak as if nothing is wrong. Elvis speaks on your mood. You tell him that you just needed to eat something and assure him you feel much better.

"Good thing, baby. Cause I was worried." He tells you.

"I never meant to worry you. There's no reason to worry." You tell him as you take his hand.

"I'm glad to know that." Elvis leans in and kisses you. "I can't wait to show Memphis, baby. I can't wait to show you Graceland! You'll love it."

"Tell me more about Graceland. Please." You ask him, sliding over to Elvis and placing your head on his head.

"Well, it my little patch of heaven. I bought the house for my mama because she loved the old Southern charm of it all. I loved how it was gated and was bigger than the shotgun house I was born in."

"Tell me more. Tell me everything." You want to know even if it stings.

"When you come off the road, you turn into the metal gates that have music note on them. The gates open to this a long driveway surrounded by several beautiful live oak trees. You see the house in the distance."

"What's the house look like?"

"It's a large cobblestone estate with green shutters on the windows. The front of the house has four large pillars holding it up. At the top of the pillars, where the attic is, sits a mini window on the triangle frame. There are hedges in front of the first-floor windows on either side. The stairs in front are guarded by two classic lion statues on both sides. A stain glass window above the door with roses and the letter P in the middle. Nothing to special about the front door itself. The handle is unique. It's golden, and you use your thumb to open the door."

"What's on the other side of the door?" You ask, holding his hand.

"White carpet graces the halls. From the front door to the living room on your right and to the dining room on your left. If you look up, you'll see the chandelier. There's a fireplace.The curtains are a royal blue with gold trim. I have a music room that goes beyond the living room with a piano. Before you reach the dining room, you'll see the staircase that leads to my room. Our room."

You look up at Elvis, and he smiles at you.

"Our room?" You ask. "Is our room pretty?"

"It's magnificent. The bigger room in the house. The biggest bed you've ever seen."

"It's bigger than this bed?" You point at the bed you both currently sleep in.

"Bigger. With satin sheets." Elvis says, kissing the top of your head.

You love this man. You want to go with him to Graceland so badly. You pray he'll understand your plea, and he forgives you. The next moment, the two are falling to sleep in each other's arms.

Friday, the next morning.

You awaken in a stupor. You feel so numb and sad. Elvis unwrapped his arms from around you in the middle of the night, making your getaway easy.

You slipped out of bed and headed to the shower. You take a quick shower, trying to find the right words to take Elvis. This isn't going to be easy or simple. Again, you're unable to look in the mirror. You put your clothes out last night to wear them today. You dress yourself and head out to the sofa by the television.

You sit there in silence with your bags in front of you. You try to relax yourself as Elvis sleeps. You pray that everything will turn out for the best. You hear Elvis wake up, but you don't look over at him.

"Y/N? Baby?" He calls for you.

"I'm here, Elvis." You answer him.

Elvis looks over at you, but you don't look back. He grunts and gets out of bed, heading over to you.

"Baby, what are you doing over here?"

"I..." You pause. You realize this is it. The truth is coming out. "I have a plane to catch."

"What? Y/N, we don't leave for Memphis until tomorrow morning."

"I can't go with you to Memphis, Elvis." You say, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Why not?" Elvis asked.

"We just met a week ago, and I still have some growing up to do myself. If anything you taught me, it's I can be on my own and live life to the fullest."

"No, baby, you're running. You're running away from me. Why? What are you so afraid?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm not running."

"Yes, Y/N/N, you are. You're running away. Why, baby? Why are you running away from me?"

"Because I love you!" You shout at Elvis.

You cover your mouth at your confession. You're shocked at your own words, yet you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. It feels good to get the truth out instead of concealing it from him. You feared the profession of your love to Elvis would scare him away, but perhaps your confession will allow him to let you go. It will break your heart, but it's time to get back to reality from this week long daydream.

You continue to be as honest as you can with him, tears steady flowing down your cheeks.

"I love you, Elvis Aaron. So much. You are amazing and beautiful inside and out. You are fun and exciting and a little dangerous. You're addicting too. The love I feel for you is irrevocable. Elvis, after spending so much time with you. I realize, in fact, you are a king."

Elvis' eyes are wet, but he shakes his head at your last statement.

"No, Y/N. I'm not..." Elvis starts.

"If you heard what I said." You interrupt him, lightly placing your index finger over his mouth. "I said a king. Not the king. We both know who the true king of kings is. But in the world of men, there are kings. Men who walk proudly but not in vain. Like you. You give with your heart and soul. Like when we went shopping the other day. You gave that homeless man money because you knew he was in need. You weren't too proud to help someone less fortunate than you. You didn't do it because you are this big mega star. You are humble and kind. You give of yourself, and put others before yourself. These are traits that make you a true king amongst men. All the reasons I've fallen in love with you."

Elvis smiles and shakes his head at you.

"I love you too, Y/N/N. I loved you the first night we met. You let me in your heart when you thought I was just a regular security guard."

You laugh with joy as more tears fall from your eyes. Elvis continues to speak.

"If you love me so much, Y/N/N, why aren't you coming with me?" He asked.

"I need to go back home, Elvis. To get myself straight, and I'll come back to you. I promise. I found that the safest place is in your arms. I will write to you. My love."

Elvis grabs you and kisses you with so much passion that you nearly pass out. Your heart swoons.

"You will come back to me, won't you, baby? You will come to me in Memphis?" Elvis asks, partial fear shadowing his voice.

"I will. I promise."

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Bangchan

You two met in Japan while they were on tour

He went up to you asking for directions and you helped him

He couldn't help himself and asked for your number

You two quickly became fast friends

He found out you were from America, but had lived in Japan for 16 years

You help the members with their Japanese and they help you with Korean

You visited him a couple months later in Korea and he asked you out

Lee Know

You met in Korea, in a small pet store

You had brought your cat with you to pick a toy

He had brought his to do the same

You two saw eachother and laughed at how you were both weird cat parents

Dori and your cat got along well

He invited you over without a second thought when your eyes lit up when he mentioned he had two other cats

He asked you out after 2 months

Changbin

The guys were at a restaurant they'd never been to, you were their server

When you saw Changbin you couldn't take your eyes off of him

He thought it was because of Skz but he realized you had no clue who he was

He was excited when you asked for his number

Gave it to you right away despite the members concern

You two got super close in the span of a short time, he asked you out in less than a month

Hyunjin

You two met at a clothing store

He was humming a song and you knew it so you started humming it too, he heard

He asked if you liked the artist cause he wasn't very popular

You two bonded over your shared music tastes

He asked for your number before you parted ways

You were dating in three months after that

Han

You two met at one of their concerts, his makeup stylists kept quitting, so they brought in you to help last minute

He was really nervous so you grabbed his hands and just held them

You had to let go to do his makeup but you’d talk to him, trying to calm him down

It got to talking about families and you told him about yours

He actually seemed interested and when the concert was over he went looking for you

He was really sad when he found out you'd left so he went to every person there trying to get your number

He eventually got it and texted you, you both talked for hours that night

He asked you to come over a couple days later and you two went on a date

You started officially dating a month and a half later

Felix

You were visiting Australia for the first time, you got a bit lost

You were staying at a hotel and coincidentally so was Felix

The hotel had a made a mistake and booked you two in the same room

You were a bit shocked when you walked into your room and saw a man in there

You both let out high pitched yells

You got the situation resolved and laughed it off

You assured the girl, it was her first week, that it was fine

He asked to treat you to lunch, where you told him it was your first time here

His eyes lit up and he offered to show you around, which you graciously accepted

He got your number and then learned you actually lived in Korea

You two started dating three months later, he took a bit longer when he asked you out, wanting to make sure you liked him and not just his title

Seungmin

You two met when JYP said you'd be a new manager

JYP saw the chemistry right away

You and Seungmin couldn't take your eyes off eachother

He offered to show you around and you didn't have the heart to tell him you already knew your way

You accepted and you two started talking

He asked for your number and you two talked all night, watching a new k-drama together

You two started dating around 2 months later

I.N.

You two actually met at school, you were desk partners

He helped you with subjects you struggled in and vice versa

You were appalled to learn that he was going to be a k-pop idol

You were very supportive of him and made sure he knew that

You two had been friends for a while and knew that you liked eachother

He asked you out when he found out he'd been accepted

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Endless Love 4

a/n: the playoffs are hereeeeeee

Playoffs

This was your definition of hell week. It was Playoff week and you had cut off all extra contact with Niall. Gina and Riley saw how not having contact with Niall physically changed you. You weren't nearly as happy when you would all hang out at your condo, and your song choices were all about heartbreak. “B, just let him know you're okay, please. He's even asked us what happened. He thinks he did something wrong.” that made you want to throw up. You never wanted him to feel bad. He could break your heart over and over again and you'd smile just so he wouldn't feel bad. 

You immediately picked up your phone to facetime him and let him know you're fine. When he answered after a few rings you saw him in bed with the covers low on his chest. “Uh, I'm so thick. I didn't realise what time it was. I'm so sorry.” he saw you were going to hang up and panicked. “Bleu don't hang up. I wasn't asleep it's okay.” he saw your face which was sad and lacking its normal glow. “B, what's wrong? You stopped talking to me and now I'm looking at you and you've lost your glow. Did I do something? Whatever i did-”

“You didn't do anything, Ni i promise. It's just a tough week and I needed time to think. Gi and Riley had to break into my house tonight. It's not just you and I'm sorry I made you feel like you did something.”

He frowned and it made you feel even more guilty. “I know it's a tough week but don't shut your friends out. They love you and care for you. Now go to sleep, you look like you need it.”

You gasped sarcastically knowing it was true. “Are you calling me ugly Mr.Horan?” you heard Gina and Riley who had themselves comfortable in your bed laugh quietly. “I'll never say that. You're always beautiful.” you looked away and moved the camera off your face. “Don't do that.” he said kind of sternly. “Do what?”

“Hide from me.” you sat there and looked at each other through facetime for a moment with small sleepy smiles on your face.

“Goodnight Niall."

“Goodnight Bleu.”

you hung up and immediately heard it

"awwweee"

"shut up"

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This would be your first solo rehearsal with Niall, and the first time you've talked since your facetime 3 days ago.

“Bleu.” Niall sang as you stood behind your mic stand with a small smile. “You've come so far from the shy girl who doesn't believe a compliment I give her.” you both chuckled softly. “How do you feel confidence wise?” he asked, looking into your eyes. “I feel good. Especially with this song. It's my shower song.” you giggled which turned to a full laugh at Nialls laughter. 

As you sang you missed the way Niall smiled at you with pure adoration. “Oh my god Bleu. It's absolutely exceptional. God almighty.” he ran his fingers across his lips, voice a bit shaky. “You 'right Niall?”  he looked at you in soft shock,“I nearly cried.” you pouted and looked down. “No, don't say that.” you chided to which he scoffed. “I was doing my best to hold it in.” you shook your head with a soft ‘no’ and he laughed at you in disbelief. 

“We're in round four,” he pointed out. “Yeah we're pretty far.” you responded softly. “If i was you I'd get such a huge confidence boost. You've got no reason to be nervous now.” 

You smiled at him and looked down at your hands. “B, you okay?” you nodded softly. “Sorry I just can't believe you got me this far.” you chuckled unbelievingly. “The person I met at the audition and the person I see now. You are so much more yourself and it's so nice to see. You brought yourself here being the beautiful person you are.” you nodded at him as he opened his arms out as a question to which you nodded and he stood up and met you in the middle arms wrapped around your neck softly.

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You were under one soft light on a pitch black stage when you took the mic into your hand before the music started. You heard Niall say, “that's my girl.” and you looked down to centre yourself. “Singing ‘Halo’ here's Bleu Wilson.” Carson introduced.

The familiar beats started to play and you closed your eyes.

Remember those walls I built?

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make a sound

You finally opened your eyes to see a subtle glow around you from the light effect

I found a way to let you in

But I never really had a doubt

Standin' in the light of your halo

I got my angel now

The crowd cheered for you

It's like I've been awakened

Every rule I had you breakin'

It's the risk that I'm takin'

I ain't never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm lookin' now

I'm surrounded by your embrace

Baby, I can see your halo

The crowd started to clap in rhythm to you

You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more

It's written all over your face

Baby, I can feel your halo

Pray it won't fade away

Hit me like a ray of sun

Burning through my darkest night

You heard multiple cheers at the hard riff you nailed

You're the only one that I want

Think I'm addicted to your light

It's like I've been awakened

Every rule I had you breakin'

The risk that I'm takin'

I'm never gonna shut you out

You hit a high note causing cheers to surface

Everywhere I'm lookin' now

I'm surrounded by your embrace

Baby, I can see your halo

You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more

It's written all over your face

Baby, I can feel your halo

Pray it won't fade away

Oo, oo,

You vocalised perfectly and saw Niall stand up.

You're everything I need and more

I'm surrounded by your embrace

Baby, I can feel your halo

Pray it won't fade away

You finished softly letting your voice fade out. You watched as Kelly and Blake stood up clapping and Blake went over to Niall. You held your head up to stop the tears from falling. “Alright, " Carson said next to you. “Blakes got something to say. Well get to you in a minute, cowboy.” Carson tools him as he lets out a wow. “Chance.” Carson pointed to.

“Insane. I didn't know you had so much control over your lower register. Very clear. Very distinct. Of course everything you did was amazing but, I don't know. I don't know, what am I supposed to say to that?” You laughed softly, “thank you Chance.”

“That was crazy!” Kelly confessed. “I mean the control he was talking about in your lower register- especially because you didn't stay up, that would have been the easier choice- you came back down to that low moody tone that is so cool and mysterious. You're rad. I love you.” You laughed again and thanked her as well.

“Blake.” Carson introduced.

“If you don't put her through,” he pointed at Niall who leaned towards Blake. “Not only will you be fired from this show, you arent my son anymore.'' Everyone laughed including you as you knew Blake was truly a mentor to Niall. “I mean oh my god that was my favourite thing i've heard in a long time.” you looked at him in disbelief with furrowed brows. “Thank you.”

“Bleu.” Niall spoke up, “That was by far your best performance. You know when you hear a unique voice on the radio and you know that that's that person. You've got that distinct tone to your voice that you don't hear often. I have goosebumps from the performances. And don't tell me no, because I do.” you looked up with laughter and when you looked back down at him you thanked him.  “Lets get another hand for Bleu Wilson.” Carson encouraged. You walked down and saw Niall get up from his seat to come give you a hug. “Absolutely smashed it.” he said with a small giggle. He kissed your head as you walked away.

“She might win the show.” Kelly told them when Niall sat back down. “Now we’re talking.” Blake added. “And she's only 20?” Kelly looked down the line of judges. “It's crazy.” NIall spoke for more reasons than one. He was falling for her and he was almost 10 years older than her. “I mean she's good.” Kelly added. “I know! That's why my brain is all over the place.”

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It was time for Niall to pick the two people that would move on. You didn't have very high hopes of making it through. Gina and Riley were such good singers. “Michael, Gina, Bleu, Riley Tate, and Tasha, stand with me now here centre stage. Only two can represent Team Niall in our Top 8 in live shows. Before we get to your big decision, Coach, what would you like to say to your team?”

Hand in hand with Gina and Riley you look up at Niall. “I can't tell you fast my heart is beating right now.” he chuckled nervously, “um i just want to thank you all for everything and the fun we've had as a team. I really enjoyed it and I hope you did too. I'm so proud of you guys.” 

“Niall,” Carson spoke. “Who is the first artist moving on?”

“Oh god,” he looked down, pressing his hands into the platform in front of him. “I feel like I can get it so wrong, but I can't go wrong with any of you, that's why it's so hard. Um, the first artist advancing to the Lives is uh… Gina.” she backed away from you still hand in hand before you pulled her into a hug cheering for her. “Best friend slay.” you told her as she walked down the stairs with help from Niall and hugged him. “Alright Niall this is it. 4 of your artists remain, but unfortunately, there's only one spot left in our top 8. Who is the last artist moving on?”

“God,” Niall spoke, speaking down. “Just can't reiterate how hard this is enough. Um,” his voice cracked as he spoke and it made you sad. “I just have to go with gut, what I've seen through the weeks and seen today. Second artist advancing to life is… Bleu.” you covered your face in your hands as Riley pulled them from your face. “Don't even say you're sorry because you deserve this.” You hugged him tightly with a laugh before hugging Michael and Tasha and walking down the stairs to Niall’s open arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and you cried into his shoulder. He let you go with a light squeeze and you met Gina down at the bottom.

bleuwilson headed to lives.... probably because of the suit tho

User7 im so happy she made it actually

User9 still not over her and Niall’s relationship

harrystyles it was only the suit....😬

↳ bleuwilson looked better than you🤷🏾‍♀️

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[palin-tropos]

1, 12, 13?

the character everyone gets wrong

You'd think I'd answer a controversial character but my literal ass must try to think of how to fit in the *everyone* claim. Like I think a chunk but not all of the fandom gets Kim wrong for a variety of reasons (I pointed this out in my "please analyze him in chronological order and in context" post). I also think that it's funny how "there is only one pre-canon Harry" was so hegemonic in fandom as the foundational analysis despite being coded into the game to not really be true.

But my answer to the most widespread fandom incorrectness would have to be Kras Mazov. The empty Ao3 tag is proof. Like Dolores Dei has a couple of pages at least but not Mazov even though both are distant mysterious historical figures. The overwhelming majority clearly see him as simply a Karl Marx expy and therefore untouchable with humanizing or complicating headcanons because he's less fictional than the other characters. I'll save you Mr. Mazov. I'll blorbofy you.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I mean, see above? Mazov is not exactly unpopular just not seen as a "real character" so much. Like yeah I get it that it feels more... delicate? You poke a leftist idea with a stick once and then you trigger the infighting thunderdome. But every political ideology is fraught as hell, again, it's not like playing around with Dolores Dei is any less fraught you know?

I also am more amused and fascinated by Measurehead and Gary than I should be, although it should be obvious that it's like staring at some really hideous bugs under a microscope. I don't think anyone should *like* them but also I would do more with them than other people would. That one art of Deep Lore Measurehead is the only time I felt seen. And Gary... I'm fucking sorry it's so funny to me that he's embarrassed by the fact he delivers gluten-free vegan topping pies. Unparalleled levels of pathetic. I find enjoyment there.

Joyce Messier is also a character who people feel ideologically obliged to hate but like she fucking rules actually. I don't want her in charge of my society lmao but she's iconic. A friend suggested the idea of her having a non-affair with Harry to piss off her husband, like a platonic sugar relationship. Although they would probably enjoy antagonistically flirting. Kim would have no idea it's fake and is miserably jealous like listening to sad speedfreak music alone in his room while the rain streaks down his window kind of jealous.

13. worst blorboficiation

It's got to be Jean. I get why people would blorbofy him but it's the part where certain portrayals have more sympathy for him than for Harry particularly in post-game, that I just don't get. Unless you're playing the worst Harry you can, which again ties into the false assumption—that sounds like really deep analysis but still is kind of an exaggeration of canon IMO—that all of Harry's possible choices exist so equally simultaneously in his soul that even if he didn't do the most fucked up things he's still 'the kind of person who would do them' and therefore he must have abused Jean and the way Jean treats him in the latter half of the game is therefore sympathetic and not, like, uncalled for and shocking. I guess I would accept Jeangst more if people accepted the multiplicity of Harry.

#asks #when you think about it 'there is just one harry' isn't even true in game #he comes off as plural with all his headmates #I don't think it's my place to plant my flag on a hill about that but it's obvious to me?

[effielumiere]

The Companion 6

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre:Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy, Angst, Soulmate AU (Began in chapter 5), Slow burn (ended)

Chapter Warning(s): Teenager Jimin. Maybe a tad bit of angst (dunno how far I went with it). Mentions of sex, but nothing happened. And the members tease him of getting.. some but again, nothing happens lol... Yet :D UNEDITED!

Legend:

English words

Korean words

POV: Jimin

Word count: 3.5k me finks

Lemme know what you think about this chapter or the series, like and reblog!

A/N (PLEASE READ!) : Before you start reading this chapter, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for not updating this series recently. Ever since I started working at my current job, all I've been doing is hibernating and recharching my body batteries for the following Mondays. So I sleep alot. Though I have fics that I've been writing and even uploaded, it was difficult to get in the right head space I needed to write this fic, but I've been getting ideas and listening to music has been fueling my motivation so here I am with an update.

The thing is, In the Soop is usually aired around June to October me finks... I'm not exactly sure with the month (sorry lol) but that means 2022 in this story is coming soon, which is gonna lead to the ending. I'm gonna pouring out my last brain cells on this story for the next couple of weeks so that I could upload them somewhat weekly if I can. So that means the next update is gonna take a week or two but hopefully after that, the updates are gonna be consistent making the writing process of Girl of my dreams on hold for now.

With that said, please check out My Min Yoongi fic and my Hobi fic, please show em some love and lemme know what you think💜

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Staring at the white board before classes begun was making me anxious. I lightly swing my head to the side as to make my hair move the direction I styled it in, I take off my glasses and rub my eyes as I waited for our teacher to start. I didn't want to take this class but I decided to go with it as an extracurricular, besides it was extra knowledge and it would probably answer the questions I have without my parents making me go to see a Soulmate specialist which, as much as my dad said I could, I didn't want to. It costs too much that it was more expensive than paying a Neurologist to operate.

'Soulmate 101'

You'd think it was a joke, but schools all over the world held special classes like this for curious minds like ours, particularly, for us guys who have dreamt of their soulmates. Normally they offered these to kids who were in college but world leaders had it changed to be taught in the beginning of high school, to have teenagers like us aware that having a soulmate was not a fever dream, a recurring dream or even a joke, it's real. It was all real. There were a total of ten boys in this classroom, including myself, that had a ton of questions running in our heads. You could tell by the way some of us stared in space.

"Good evening, kids," our teacher says as he enters the classroom. Of course it had to be a guy as well, I thought to myself, who else better to explain this topic to a bunch of hormornal teenagers than someone who went through it as well. As we greet him back and some of us get up to bow, he motions for us to sit down and he doesn't waste time to begin.

"Alright," he takes a deep breath "I'll start with some questions. I don't expect all of you to have the same answers or to have answers, but it's a good baseline." We allnod in understanding. Usually, in a classroom filled with boys, it would get loud and rowdy, strangely enough, we were quiet. Lost. Sad, even. That's most probably why some of us looked like we were in shock. Dad said that this would be considered 'cheap therapy' in comparison to seeing a Soulmate Specialist, but I wanted to learn more about Soulmate before I start panicking and lose my mind.

"Who in all of has dreamt of 'her'?" he asks slowly. Out of ten, eight raised their hands slowly.

"Who met 'her' at a young age? “ five out of ten.

"Who met 'her' at a very, young age?" I was the only one who raised my hand, he looks at me as if he wasn't expecting it as I feel my classmates gazes buring on my back.

"Alright, who has interacted with 'her'?" Eight out of ten.

"Who can, language wise, understand 'her'?" Out of ten, five of us had our hands down, making him say "Well, that's a surprise," and he chuckles.

"Who did things you're not supposed to do in the Dreamstate?" And finally out of ten, only two guys had their hands up, and I was sitting on both of mine tucked under each thigh. Our tracher let's out a contagious laugh, making the rest of us laugh too, "Looks like you two gentlemen tried to have some fun,"

"But, sir, I woke up before anything could happen," one guy said making our teacher laugh harder and the other kid says the same thing.

"That's because there are rules in the Dreamstate." he smiles as he grabs a marker and walks to the board "And that was one of them."

As he writes in the board, I grab my ballpen and wrote notes for reference later on. But the first rule seemed to make me want to claw my eyes out. You'd think they would have some sort of filter, but this is like Sex Education but scarier.

"Rule number one," he says as he writes on the board then turns around smirking at the two rule breakers "Sex is not allowed in the Dreamstate," and thay was where the ruckus began. All in one go we, including myself, started to ask questions on why it wasn't allowed but two kids in particular were complaining on why it wasn't allowed making our teacher laugh at our reactions

"Alright settle down, settle down," he chuckles "I'll try to answer all of your questions everyday this summer before classes our classes end, but you all have to calm down and keep your hormones at bay. Be civilized human and not our ancient ancestors, some of which are claimed to be at a zoo, and you babbling baboons looked like them just now, "

He turns around again to write more rules at the board, if dad hadn't told me that this guy was a legit professor specializing on Soulmates and the Dreamstate, I'd we walking back home by now.

"The reason you can't have sex in the Dreamstate is because of her," we stay quiet as wait for him to continue "Now, wet dreams are common. We know that for sure, but the thing is some individuals don't remember what particularly happens during a wet dream, they know that something did happen but only because of what they have as an evidence when they wake up, and some people barely remember the face of who caused it, and some would call it a nighmare, which leads to the reason why sex isn't allowed in the Dreamstate. If your recircut the dream and you do end up having sex there, your soulmate's mind at your ages now, might perceive it as a nightmare. And what happens to any human being that experiences a realistic nightmare,"

" They don't want to sleep again" I mutter and he nods in my direction "Exactly." he says "Because reality is different from dreaming, you might think you're all good with wanting something like sleeping with your soulmate in the Dreamstate but your bodies might reject it making you wake up, making the dream end" somewhere in the back of the room they guys who tried getting rowdy in the Dreamstate groaned in frustration making the teacher chuckle.

"The Dreamstate is a place where you meet your soulmate and hence, you can only meet there both of you have to be in a deep sleep which is called REM or Rapid Eye Movement, also known as your deep sleep phase. If your soulmate is asleep the same time you are and you meet, it's a clear indicator that they either live in the same country or the nearby countries because of the time zones, but there are some who are currently residing in different countries, making you meet them arrive in a different time while you're already in the Dreamstate. The Dreamstate is in your time zone not hers, notice how it's night time when you're there, for those who have soulmates in a different time zone, she probably shows up later on in the evening or she shows up the same time you do, "

"What does it mean when she shows up at the same time? "one of the guys at the back asks

"Think of it this way," he says as he half sits on the table "Imagine a house with locked doors, you can't get in without number one, having a key and of course, with respect number two, permission to enter the house. She has neither. The house is your Dreamstate, you have the master key and it's the only one available. She can't show up unless you're there. "

" But what if she's already there before you arrive? "I asked

He looks at me, probably thinking why I had a question like that which was probably why he asked" Did you experience it? "

“I don't think so," I shrug

"Because if anyone did, it's a rare case, Jimin-ah" I blink, more confused than ever

"I thought you said there was only one master key"

"I did,"

"Then what.... how in the world did we end up from that topic to this... " I trail off not even knowing how to word my question

"It's because you're all curious and you just had to ask questions. And now I know what I'm going to discussing this summer. But to continue, ten out of a hundred soulmates in this world experience a phenomena wherein, the masterkey is neither yours or hers. Simply put, it's a natural phenomena. Meaning, as cliché and cheesy as this is gonna sound, you are both fated to be together. Now there's a difference between naturally having soulmates and having soulmates that are bound to be together, or as I just worded it 'fate'."

"I though there was only a standard" the kid next to states

"And that because like I said, it's a rare case," he says as he paces and ends up standing in front of my desk, "The standard: having a soulmate, is the most common one that everyone has, but the fated ones are the ones that are usually... monitored. And for a good reason. 'Why' you wonder?" he sighs deeply and looks at me with sad eyes "I don't know what other way to say this but the truth, If any of you experience your soulmate arriving the Dreamstate before you do, not only does it mean that she has a key to the house, but it also means you're not ordinary soulmates, fate figuratively speaking, tied your souls together with no way of undoing it, but you see" he pauses as he looks around the classroom" Soulmates have to option to reject a soulmate, it could be her choice or yours. But know that the difference does not end there, you could still end up with someone else. However, if you're soulmate was fated to be with you and one of you reject the other" he sighs again, shaking his head "You'll never end up with someone else,"

"Why not?" I asked

"Well, the fated ones are the ones who are the read definition of having a soulmate. Think of lovebirds, the fated ones share the same situation as lovebirds do, but in this case if one gets rejected, they end up dying of a broken heart. And the other one is left alone here with us, but usually and based on records, neither of them stay alive."

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Present day

"YA KIM NAMJOON THE SOUP IS ON FIRE! THE GOD DAMNED PAN IS ON FIRE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NAMJOON-AH!" Yoongi yells from living room as he ran to the kitchen, as the rest of the other members run in panic, Namjoon was on the counter top, paper on hand as he covers the fire alarm. Taehyung, Hobi and I open all the windows we could, fanning the smoke out as Yoongi and Jin hyung take care of the burning pan. Jungkook was with me, doing his best to fan out the smoke.

"What happened hyung?" he asks me coughing at the smell of burnt food "One minute you were looking after Namjoon hyung cooking the next you were on your phone and you looked lost"

"Just had a lot in mind, sorry" I said rubbing my face with the palm of my hands.

"Is it Y/n?" Hobi asks as he enters the room "Does she know yet?"

"No, I'm trying to win her heart first before telling her, but I think I did something wrong"

"What makes you say that?" he asks

"Well, I told her I met my soulmate and now she thinks she's third wheeling"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, Jimin-ah, but that was a stupid thing to do," Yoongi says as he overheard the conversation while the three of us walk in to the kitchen.

"That's exactly why I'm trying to make it up to her, I'm bringing her with us for the second season of In the Soop."

Namjoon looks at all of the members before looking at me "Jimin-ah, I don't know how to tell you this, but there are only seven rooms available. Where is she gonna stay?"

"Wait, what?" I ask in confusion but Director-nim said there's enough room for us and the staff.

"That was because Y/n wasn't included in the list," Namjoon reasoned, while Yoongi hyung was smirking looking at the other members "You guys know what that means, right."

"Oh, you're in trouble now, cowboy!" Taehyung hollers with a laugh, standing from the sink where he was washing the pan Namjoon burned.

"Would you look at that, I never thought I'd see this day coming." Jin laughs and Namjoon laughs with him

"W-wait! N-no, I'm confused!" I stuttered in panic "What are you all saying?"

"What we're saying is you're sharing a room," Hobi "And maybe even a bed"

"Even better," Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at Hobi making Jungkook laugh out loud with the other members as I stare at them wide eyed

"Alright, puppykitty," Yoongi says wrapping an arm around my shoulders "Time for you to turn into a doggone beast,"

"Hey, hey, hey," Jin warns them "Don't scare the poor kid, he's trying to win her heart not her pants," he throws a rag at Yoongi who effectively catches it and throws it back at Jin hyung

"I know that hyung, but it doesn't hurt to tease the kid every once in a while" he grins

"The kid you're talking about isn't a kid any more, let alone inexperienced" I glare at him playfully

"Oooh," Taehyung gapes "the puppykitten can bark, bite and has claws"

"You little-" I yell as I run towards him as he runs and I chased the little brat around the dorm.

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"Please tell me I'm making the biggest mistake of my life by bringing Y/n to this trip" I beg Yoongi hyung who was getting ready to get into our bus that was going to take us to the house where we were staying. Y/n was already there with the other staff that went ahead in the afternoon and she sent me a text saying that the staff told her that they'd have to wait for us to get settled before they could get settled. That staff in particular were a few close guards and the managers who knew about Y/n being my soulmate.

"Kid, don't call what you two have a mistake," he said sadly looking away. It was until it hit me, "I-I'm sorry, hyung," I quickly apologized "I forgot, I wasn't thinking-"

"Don't sweat it, kid," he gives me a small smile "I have a chance to still meet someone who I could call my soulmate, but you can't" he says "Do everything you can to make sure she stays, you did the right thing already by bringing her here, you're brave to contact her parents before we even debuted God I forgot you met up with them too when we did American Hustle Life" he shakes his head

"You have guts, kid" he pats my back "I know you love her and you're doing your best, it will pay off. You'll see,"

"And besides, if she doesn't love you back" Taehyung says from behind making us turn around "we still love you," he smiles playfully.

"Thanks, Taehyung-ah," he grins "Sure thing, now please move I want to get the seat with more leg space," he walks ahead of us straight to the bus.

"Think happy thoughts, Jimin-ah," Yoongi says as he walks toward the bus.

On the entire ride to the rest house, ai kept thinking of how I was going to spend my spare time with her before we got to the real world at the end of the week. I made a mental list in my head, but it just lead to me falling asleep only to be woken up by our cameraman and director.

"We go on cars from here, guys" he says as he leads us out of the bus

"Why do you we have to get in cars?" Namjoon asks yawning

"It's better to get there by car, the bus isn't a great idea to drive there." the director explains, he's also one of the people we trusted to explain that Y/n was my soulmate. As I got in the car, I pulled out my phone quickly to sent Y/n a text letting her know we changed vehicles only to receive a text that said 'wait until you see this place!'

"Why did Y/n text me saying 'Wait until you see this place'?" I ask.

"Woah, do you see that?" Jungkook says while Hobi says he sees lights. When the house came to view my jaw dropped, despite the darkness of the night I was able to see the outline of the buildings with the mild illumination the lights gave out. Three houses. There's plenty of room! They scared me for nothing! As we all got out of the cars and walked in to the estate with awe and our bags on hand we headed to the mainhouse first. Looking around, we had a mini library and reading area, and I instantly knew you were going to enjoy it. During the meeting last month for what we wanted or needed for our stay, I asked our director what the others had already asked for but he knew I only had one question in mind.

"Can you cut this next part out?" I asked him eyeing the camera next to him.

"Yeah sure, Jimin-ssi," he nods "What's up?"

"Can I bring her with us?" I ask hopeful as I look between him, my manager and Sejin-nim who was also in the room.

"Well you could," Sejin hyung says "We'll just cut her off of scenes when she's in frame, but we're not sure about the rooms,"

"Why's that?" I asked curious "I could just sleep on the couch or share a bed with the other members or she could stay with the other staff"

"We'll see what we could do, Jimin-ah" Sejin nods "But she could join you," I nod, thanking them as I got up and made my way out of the room.

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"There are only seven rooms," our director announced as we all gathered in the living room of the main house.

I gaped, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I was speechless. Shit. Now what? As we discussed which building we were all staying in for our stay, I came across a room that had a couch, but as I looked up I let out a sound in surprise and grab my amenities basket again only to announce to Hobi and Taehyung that there was a huge bug in the bedroom.

"Rock, paper, scissors," they both agreed "winner gets to pick a room". And so the game began, none of them knew that Y/n was gonna stay in a room with me and not the staff so I had to do all I could to win a room with a lot of space and a couch, and that room was the room above our heads. And what a lucky evening it was. I jump in excitement as I was the first one to win, and ran up the stairs happily before going back to the main house for our late dinner. But first...

"Y/n!" I call out as I enter the staff's residence.

"Jimin-ah," she calls back "Give me a second I'm in the restroom,"

"Okay," I answer as I ask Sejin-nim where her luggage was to help her

"She only brought a backpack" he whispers.

"WHAT?!" I whisper-yelled

"She told me she's only staying for 2 days, then she's leaving with the other staff to go back home, something about keeping a distance between you two and letting you breathe air she wasn't breathing" he chuckled.

Typical of Y/n to think I'll let her leave in two days, we were surrounded by greenery and the forest, she's not going anywhere.

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