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batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

#this is only like half of it #but at least you can get like a few answers #yanno fuck it #bataranswers #ask #asks #anon

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gureishi · 3 years

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Hello! Hope you are well! I love the new prompt list! I was hoping to ask for Zen with “You left your mark on me” thank you so much and have a good day 🤗

Thank you for this wonderful request, my dear!

Did I take this prompt too literally? Perhaps. But boy did I GRIN the whole time i was writing about it. I really hope this brings you a lil joy today~

thirteen: left your mark on me

Zen X Reader, T, words: 1928

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

He’s already long gone when you wake up. You have a vague, sleepy memory of him kissing you goodbye when it was still dark out—now, the sun pours through the window and your alarm jolts you violently from a dream.

It’s 8 am on a Sunday—in other words, a wildly inappropriate time to be awake, in your opinion. You rub your tired eyes with one balled fist. Why on earth did you even set an alarm today?

You’re yawning and considering just curling back up under the covers when you remember: the interview! Of course.

You stumble out of bed, dragging your blanket with you, and make your way into the living room. There are several shirts draped over the back of the couch; you can picture him so easily, with his languid early-morning eyes and his hair untied, trying on each shirt in turn and peering into the mirror—anxiously twisting to see himself from every angle, agonizing over the choice.

You turn on the TV and flop onto the couch, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. You check your phone: it’s only 8:05, so they should still be doing the intro.

The TV’s already on the right channel, and you smile, certain he set it that way before leaving this morning. He doesn’t always tell you how important it is to him that you watch—“Nothing would make me happier,” he says, “but I don’t want you to feel any pressure”—but you know what it means to him. And this is a big national news program, the kind millions of people will watch. He’ll be checking his phone right now, pacing in the studio, looking for a message from you.

You swipe to your first contact and send him a text. “I’m watching, babe,” you write. “Can’t wait.”

Just as you’re weighing whether or not you have time to make some coffee before he’s on, you hear his name; as usual, and even after all this time, your stomach does a little somersault.

He strides on screen, positively resplendent in a corduroy double-breasted blazer (good choice, you think), his hair tossed over his shoulder, glistening under the studio lights. He reaches for the host’s hand and shakes it gently. He’s got it down, you think: the amiable manner, the cool handshake, the half-smile.

The host makes a joke and he laughs lightheartedly, tossing his head back in way that’s somehow as natural as it is artful. And that’s when you see it.

Your mouth falls open. You shoot up off the couch, automatically moving closer to the screen for a better look. You rub your eyes; try rubbing the spot on the TV screen, too. But it’s undeniable

There is, without a doubt, a small, circular bruise on the side of his neck—just the size and shape of your mouth.

You lift a shaking hand to your face. No way. NO WAY.

You fall back onto the couch; he’s saying something now, answering a question about his transition from stage to film, but you barely hear him. If he was anyone else, this would be meaningless—he’s an adult living with his partner, after all, and there’s nothing particularly noteworthy about a little love bite. But he’s him. And he’s on national TV.

Your phone is already buzzing. Nervously, you swipe away the new notifications and return to your thread with him.

“Zen,” you text him. And again. “Zen. Zen. Zen.”

He doesn’t answer, of course; on screen, he’s grinning, nodding as the host makes a comment about his last movie. Reluctantly, you swipe back to your notifications.

There are several text from his publicist, of course. The first one says “Are you serious?!” and the second says “How did you let this happen?” You don’t look at the third or fourth.

There are texts from his agent and her assistant, too. His agent’s text just says “Why????” and her assistant has followed up with a longer and more formally-worded message.

You groan. This is tricky territory: as his manager, it’s at least partly your responsibility to keep him from going on TV with a freaking hickey on his neck. And as his partner, it’s certainly up to you to not bite him.

You set your phone down, deciding to give everyone a few minutes to calm down before you answer. What can you even say? You honestly have no memory of leaving the bruise on his neck, but you imagine (blushing a little) that it must have happened the previous night, or you would’ve noticed sooner. If you’d just woken up when he was leaving this morning, maybe you would have seen it, would have warned him…?

Your phone is still buzzing and you glance down at it, hoping—inexplicably—that it’s him, though you can see clearly that he’s still live on air. It’s his publicist again.

“Check twitter,” she says. Oh no.

With a mixture of dread and an almost masochistic fascination, you open the twitter app. You’re already following his hashtag, of course, and—oh no—you see his name again and again on your feed.

You scan the top tweets, your heart thudding hollowly in your chest. The tone is generally amused—“Zen on tv with giant hickey lolololol”—but still, you’re horrified. He’s trending.

Begrudgingly, you start to answer the texts from his team. No, you didn’t notice it; yes, you would have told him if you had; no, you haven’t heard from him yet—he’s literally still on live TV.

You try to focus on the interview. He’s talking about his new movie now, gesturing with those long, beautiful hands. If you squint, you can’t really see the mark on his neck, and you wonder if it’s really that noticeable. Based on your twitter feed: yes.

He’s standing now, shaking the host’s hand again, and the studio audience is clapping, and oh, you’re so relieved it’s over. You twist the blanket nervously between your fingers as the screen goes to a commercial. You mute it, let your eyes drift shut. Maybe this was all a dream.

Your phone buzzing again startles you—not a dream. It’s him, calling you mere seconds after stepping off camera, and you answer right away, nervous fingers slipping over your phone screen.

“Hi, babe!” he chirps, full of energy. It’s his just-got-off-stage voice.

You hate to burst his bubble, but: “Did you, by any chance, look at your texts, hun?” you ask him.

“Nope! I wanted to call you right away! How was it? How was I?”

“Zen…” It’s not like him to be so oblivious; is it possible that, nervous as he was this morning, he really just didn’t notice? “Um, you didn’t happen to…that is, the makeup artist didn’t say anything to you, did they?”

“Makeup artist?” He hums in confusion. He’s going to make you say it.

“There’s a huge hickey on your neck and everyone is talking about it,” you blurt out in one breath. He pauses and you think he’s going to react with surprise, shock, concern.

Instead, he laughs. Laughs.

“You saw it, huh?” He’s talking quietly, probably now in the dressing room, but there’s no anxiety in his voice. He sounds almost…pleased.

“Yes, baby. Everyone saw it.”

He’s still laughing, a kind of satisfied chuckle.. “Good,” he says.

You don’t know what to do with him. You feel your phone continuing to buzz even as you’re talking to him—it’s got to be the publicist, the agent, all the assistants.

“So just so we’re clear,” you say slowly. “You knew it was there and you intentionally didn’t try to cover it.”

“Yep!” You hear people chattering behind him; you can picture him smiling to himself as he strolls through the dressing room, packed with people, colorful and chaotic. Inexplicably, in the midst of all this, he sounds so very calm.

“Babe, everyone on the internet is panicking. Your publicist is panicking. You know she wants you to be more private, wants you to stop, like…throwing my name around in interviews.”

“I never said your name,” he says proudly.

“Zen…”

“Listen,” he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. He’s practically whispering now; you suppose he’s hidden himself away in a back corner of the dressing room to talk to you. “I know how my publicist feels, and I don’t want to upset her or anything. But I can’t stand it anymore.”

That’s a private voice, a “just us” voice—one you’re used to hearing murmured into your shoulder as he lays in bed beside you at night.

“Can’t stand what?” You don’t know why, but now you’re whispering, too.

“All this secrecy,” he says. “Babe, I want to…I want to run through the streets shouting about you. I want to tell everyone in the world how desperately I adore you.”

You can’t help it: you smile.

“You just want to break the rules,” you tease, and he laughs again, more quietly.

“No,” he says. “I just want to make sure everyone knows who I belong to.”

“Babe…” You know you should argue; you’re his manager, for god’s sake. You should scold him, apologize for leaving the mark in the first place, make him promise not to pull something like this again. But you don’t have it in you.

“I’ll take the blame,” he says. “I’ll tell my publicist and my agent and anyone else who asks that it was just a silly mistake, that I didn’t even notice it. I’ll tell them whatever I have to, and it’ll blow over. But I just…I needed to do this. Do you understand?”

And you do. How could you not?

Much as you’d like to, you can’t deny the twinge you feel in your gut when interviewers ask him about his on-screen chemistry with some glamorous co-star or other and he has to laugh and smile politely and give them a vague response; you can’t deny, either, the sinking feeling you get when you read speculations online about whether he looked at so-and-so for a moment too long in whatever behind-the-scenes footage. It makes you want to scream.

But this…

Today, a huge percentage of the country saw him live with the imprint of your teeth on his skin. And they can wonder and deliberate about who gave him that mark all they want; it doesn’t matter, because you know. You were the one who grazed his sensitive skin with your teeth, making him squirm, moaning your name.

“I do,” you tell him. “And you did look very cute.

“Just cute?” he whines.

“Beautiful, and charming, and clever, and captivating. As always.”

“If you say so.” You can hear the kind of face he’s making—soft smile, eyes sparkling. “And don’t worry about twitter or whatever, darling. What’s that saying? Any press is good press.”

He’s not wrong, you think—trending on twitter can only help him, in the long run; his publicist will come around sometime tomorrow when she sees the inevitable bump in ad revenue. It’s not like he’s caused any harm.

Suddenly, you want to see him. You want to throw yourself against his chest and feel those long fingers on the exposed skin at the back of your neck.

“When will you be home?” you ask him.

“Maybe an hour. You need something, babe?”

You clutch your phone with buzzing fingers, anticipation pooling in the pit of your stomach. “Yes,” you say. “You.”

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jamaiskookie · 4 years

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can i request a soft fluffy little drabble of fanboy yoongi and idol reader?

soundcloud rapper meets professional idol- myg

it’s #starrieselcaday !! where everyone posts their selfie in the hopes of their bias replying to them! alternatively, yoongi is a shy fanboy and you’re an idol with an undercover account where you stalk your fans.

masterlist

listen

min yoongi is not a liar

HOWEVER, if you happen to ask him what kind of music he likes to listen to..... that’s a rare exception.

he’ll probably reply by rattling off some of his favourite hip-hop rappers etc etc (emInEM!!! KANYE!! THE CLASSICS!!!!! beyonce)

which,, is not entirely a lie, okay?? he DOES listen to those artists! but his greatest guilty pleasure is this ... idolgirlgroup UGH he feels lame just thinking about it.

not that it’s a pathetic thing, ya know? it’s just that he’s ~min yoongi~ jin literally told him once that he would be re-born as a rock and he AGREES WITH THAT.

it’s not like he’s ashamed of saying he’s a fan of your group, it’s just that it’s not expected of the stone-cold soundcloud-rapper yoongi.

but secretly, he winds down by watching your fancams, mass streaming your albums, screaming about your debut anniversary, the list goes on... the day in a stans life never ENDS GOD.

he literally screamed at his laptop and bursted into tears for a good 4 hours your last comeback.

he even got jimin and namjoon to end up liking his ult group!!!

seokjin refuses to ‘lower himself’ to their standards but everyone knows he secretly has all of your albums downloaded

the group (lomls) called dreamcloud consists of five members- yoona, jisoo, lia, chae, and y/n. the fandom name is called starrie, even though nobody knows how that came about??

(his favourite single is their newest song called cloud 9)

three guesses to who’s his bias gO!!

if you guessed y/n congrats you’re CORRECT. other stans say that the bias they started with is NEVER the bias they have no but you’ve been yoongle’s ult bias since debut and it’ll forever be that way!!!

he’s been bias wrecked approx. 30 times but we don’t talk about that.

like lia is THIS close to stealing the bias spot but you’ll always have such a special place in his heart :,-)

which is why when he sees the hashtag #starrieselcaday which was trended by you when you tweeted out a selca he POUNCES ON THE CHANCE TO POST A SELCA

on his secret fan account of course.

oh boy he really hopes nobody from uni is going to see this..,,, he’ll deal with it if the time comes.

he definitely spends 30 minutes with jimin trying to figure out where the best lighting in the dorm is and then an additional 30 minutes just taking the damn picture.

he ends up taking the photo in his black bucket hat (the e-boy one) with this slightly awkward half smile plastered on his face.

he kinda hates it but it was also the best shot out of the 2000 he just took so that one it is!! (he’s also pretty tired of jimin telling him to ‘pOSE’)

he just posts it on his twitter with nothing but the #starrieselcaday hashtag. it’s the first time he’s participated in these so he’s kinda ~nervous~ but whaddya know!!

other starries are already hyping him up in his mentions!! [proud tears] gosh he loves this fandom so freaking much. he links jimin’s selca below his, telling his followers to go hype jimin’s picture too.

it’s slightly concerning how big of a following yoongi has on his stan account.

#STARRIESELCADAY! ✨@/liabby

replying to @/ynssuga

you look so cute suga!!!! ur bucket hat omg where did you get it send LINKS!!!

dreamcloud D-14!!! 🍬@/starriejoonn

replying to @/ynssuga

so THIS is what you spent an hour doing with jimin. owo looking good my friend! 😎

jade 💜ot5 @/vitaminchae

replying to @/ynssuga

omg you did #starrieselcaday !!! congrats on 50k by the way!! we’re all anticipating your album review (keysmashes) <3

awhhhh

how cute!

see? best fandom.

honestly he wasn’t even aware that he hit 50 thousand on his stan account what the FRICK that’s insane!!

the only thing he does on this stupid account is give album reviews (which are quite useless at this point it’s always a 10/10) and scream about the comeback stages.

occasionally he’ll go on to remind his fellow starries to drink water and take breaks from streaming- because contrary to popular belief he can be soft.

☁️STREAM #CLOUD9 ☁️@/yoonsoohearteu

replying to @/ynssuga

hOOOOOOOTTTT!! woohoo!! why didn’t you tell us you were attractive irl?? 👀 ru single bby? 👉👈

yoongi snorts reading that comment, replying to tell @/yoonsoohearteu that he’s far from attractive and is unfortunately, single. it’s all y/n’s fault, he jokes in his reply. dreamcloud has raised his standards too much.

y/n ✅@/dreamcloudy/n_official

replying to @/ynssuga

💞💞💞

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wut.

are his eyes deceiving him? WHAT?

yoongi checks again, and sure enough, the little checkmark verifying your OFFICIAL twitter account lays next to your handle,.,, WHICH IS BELOW HIS POST.

he takes a deep breath, trying to recall whatever breathing exercise his therapist taught him just last week.

it doesn’t work.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- “

💤☁️.

“y/n!“ yoona calls from the kitchen. in your large XL hoodie, you step in, humming a ‘hmm?’ to your leader. all the other girls are camped out in their rooms, preparing for the comeback coming soon.

yoona’s scrolling on her phone with a confused look on her face.

“why is hashtag starrie-selca-day trending? did you tweet something or was it chae?“ she asks, and you hide a slight smile.

“oh yeah,“ you reply. “i tweeted my selca this morning. you guys can tweet out yours too.“

yoona raises her eyebrow. “okay,” she asks. “just be careful.” you blink.

“be careful... of?“

“make sure the agency doesn’t find out about your secret account you use to stalk the starries.“ you sputter, spitting out a random excuse.

“you’re too obvious these days, y/n,“ yoona says, not unkindly. “i figured that your comment wasn’t intentional... was it on that guy suga’s page? anyways, your official account didn’t reply to any other fan’s selcas, so maybe you should comment on some other fans twitter accounts too.“

huh?

what on earth is she talking about- OH NO.

you scramble to take your phone out, immediately clicking into your twitter notifications.

you groan when you see ‘y/nsuga’ is already trending. you should’ve double checked which account you were on before commenting, for god’s sakes!

this is amateur stuff, you scold yourself. how could you forget?

like yoona said, you begin commenting on other selcas, so it doesn’t look like you’re singling just one fan out.

(except you kind of already did that.)

yoona stifles a laugh. “so,” she says. “we’re not going to talk about how you commented three heart emojis on this guy’s selca on your secret account... right?”

your cheeks heat up. “please don’t tell the other girls.” you plead. jisoo unnie would never let you live this down.

it’s not your fault some of your fans are. like, really cute, okay?

this guy- ‘suga’. well, that’s the name you’ve been calling him in your head- since it’s the alias he goes by on twitter.

he was one of the first fan accounts opened on twitter- just when you debuted! he posts these detailed and insightful reviews every time you have new music, and he’s always been such a loyal fan!

(plus, it’s super fun seeing him shut down your haters!! he always comes up with the most awesome comebacks)

((your personal favourite is ‘y/n could single handedly step on you with the heel of her five inch stilettos while she continues to do the choreography perfectly. shut your bitchass mouth up’))

so is it a crime to check up on a devoted fan’s twitter page every once in a while... on your secret twitter account??

he still hasn’t replied to your comment, which you’re slightly down about. he’s just busy, you reason with yourself. it’s not like you can expect his world to revolve around you, you scold.

yoona nonchalantly waves her hand. “i already screenshotted the evidence though, so that’s going in my y/n blackmail folder.”

you let out a multitude of complaints, noises that mostly consist of various versions of ‘fuck you uwu’

at least it was yoona who found out first. she’s the most gentle in the group... even though she has blackmail folders for each of the members.

you reassure yourself by telling yourself that she’d never actually use the folders for real blackmail purposes.... probably.

looking down at your phone, you frown.

cute boy suga still hasn’t replied.

you don’t know it, but the only reason why is because he’s still screaming.

“AHHHHLHFH*HDFGLHHHHH?&$5FLIQJARSODFILJQWOI?!!!?!?!!”

#bts fanfiction #bts suga #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts scenario #bts au #idol! reader #idol! au #bts imagine #bts fic recs #bts edits #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi crack #yoongi fanfiction #btsgif #yoongi fic

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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BTS, NCT, and TXT React to Bicycle

three videos have been uploaded to Royals! (any conversation in italics is spoken in english)

the boys are smushed together in yoonmi’s studio, hyung line on her beanbags and maknae line on the floor

“alright, oppas, you’re here to react to me!”

jimin, who had her on his lap, nuzzled his cheek to the top of her head “my favorite thing to do”

she giggled before turning to everyone “any expectations? you know, before we start?”

“we have no idea, princess” namjoon patted her head, “you haven’t even released the teaser yet, and none of us but hobi have heard what you’re working on”

hoseok just shrugged with a smug smile “i’m the favorite” “i don’t have a favorite?”

jungkook gave her the most offended look he could muster, and she just laughed it off

“just watch, oppas. it’ll be fun!”

she pressed play and settled into jimin’s arms, letting the older tuck her head under his chin

there were a lot of “ooh”s and “aah”s as the music video started

“you got on top of a truck?” taehyung asked her. when she nodded, he ruffled her hair “that’s my brave aegi”

and cue seokjin rambling about her hopefully wearing harnesses for safety during the shoot (which we all know didn’t happen)

then her rap verse came on

there was yelling

“yah! makdung-ah, is that your shadow?” “yes?” “mimi! you’re a minor!” “i’m literally 21 this year???”

needless to say her slight floor choreo made everyone freak out a little

jimin even pulled a blanket over them and wrapped her up in a cocoon

there was silence as they watched the rest of the music video, with the occasional excited noise until it eventually ended

“so? how was it?” she asked from her cocoon in jimin’s lap

it happened in sync, the boys looked at yoonmi then to the screen. it was like they all realized that the mature girl in the music video was the same baby wrapped in a pastel rainbow blanket

“you did great, princess,” namjoon patted her head “as always. clean production. i like how you used the guitar”

“well, i like the dance break” hoseok was just smiling which made her giggle “oppa, You helped choreograph that!”

there was a light round of making fun of hoseok before their manager told them to calm down and asked for everyone else’s opinion

“the girl in the screen and the girl on my lap, they’re not the same person, are they?” she laughed and turned her head towards jimin before scrunching her nose at him

he imitated her reaction and booped her nose while taehyung reached over to ruffle her hair, “it’s amazing, aegi. i expected nothing less from you” “thanks, oppa”

“i’m still a little unsure about your concept, but i guess i have to accept you’re growing up. it was a cool music video, princess”

yoongi smiled at her from his seat and gave her a thumbs up. she wrapped her hand around his thumb and gave him her own thumbs up and yoongi broke into the biggest smile

meanwhile seokjin just “while you did great, i will not watch the music video again. i can’t”

she just laughed while the other members teased him

“i love it” jungkook shrugged and gave her a fist bump “i raised her well”

“you didn’t raise me” “yes i did” “we were raised together” “i’m four years older. i raised you”

bighit just cut the video there amidst the six members laughing fondly while their maknaes bickered

TXT:

the boys were sitting in the dance studio surrounding a laptop. seri was missing

soobin clapped his hands together “yes, okay! we’re doing a reaction video today. as you can see, our seri isn’t here with us”

“noona says she’d be too embarrassed to watch us react to her sexy side” kai was snickering at the side while you can see yeonjun lightly smack him upside the head

“i don’t see why she’s embarrassed considering the monthly evaluations we used to do” beomgyu was cut off by taehyun

“okay! hyung, i’m gonna stop you right there and start the video”

he scooched forward and pressed play before scrambling backwards quickly to not block the other members

there was a chorus of “ooooh”s as the music started and there were clips of the girls’ faces shown

when seri started off the song the boys started yelling to the point where soobin had to lean forward to pause the video

“yah! YAH! we can’t hear the video anymore!”

once everyone calmed down soobin pressed play and they continued

beomgyu was biting his hand to hold back his laughter while taehyun was playfully covering his eyes yet peeking through his fingers

the dance break started

yeonjun squinted a little then his eyes widened “they’re dancing in water! thank god lily’s tall and isn’t wearing heels”

“she improved a lot” soobin noted

“she’s been practicing recently” kai noted “for that thing”

once it ended, the boys cheered. the sound of the door came up as well as an off-screen voice “i heard cheering. is it over?”

“noona!” taehyun smiled and opened his arms for her to come over

seri skips into frame and settled between the two maknaes before throwing an arm around each of the two 02 liners and addressed her members

“how was it?”

“that reminds me” yeonjun promptly hit beomgyu upside the head

“hyung!” “what do you think you’re doing dancing with my kid like that? is that why you allowed no one else on set, lily?”

seri snorted while soobin shook his head in feigned disappointment

“who do you want me to dance with in a club? tyun? hyuka? oppa, be sensible” “no, not when you and beomgyu were dancing like that?!”

soobin just “relax, hyung. they’re best friends, and it’s literally their job”

“see? soobin oppa’s on my side” she smirked at yeonjun before asking again “putting junnie oppa’s mini breakdown aside, i’m guessing you guys liked it?”

“the dance break was really cool! this new side of you, too!” she ruffled kai’s hair appreciatively before poking taehyun’s cheek

“tyun?” “it’s really cool, noona. your voice sounded different, too! in a good way, of course”

“well, i think your dance improved a lot” beomgyu cut in “i’m glad to see our extra practice sessions paid off” “honestly, with the amount of time we take with you and yeonjun oppa helping me, i would have cried if i didn’t improve”

“i’m proud of you, seri” yeonjun chuckled and pinched her cheeks

“can’t wait to hear the whole album, lily” soobin smiled at her “oh! and for your showcase! the performances are gonna be cool”

“i guess that’s it then” she smiled and turned to the camera to say something before she was interrupted by kai

“group hug!”

the five boys squished her into the middle of a big hug while you can hear them all speaking over each other about how excited they felt and how proud they were of seri. the video ends with a lot of excited chatter, some yelling, and laughter all mixed together

NCT:

there were 23 men sitting in what looked like bighit’s artist lounge, some on the floor, some on the couch, and some standing

they had a projector set up so it was obvious that they were watching it on the wall

“are you guys ready?” hannah’s voice came from off camera

jungwoo scoffed “if you don’t play it now, i’m gonna explode”

“me, too, noona. i’ve been waiting ages for this!”

you can hear hannah laugh at chenle before she counted down from three and pressed play

the moment her face appeared on screen for the introduction shots, there was cheering

when she went “get on my bike, let’s go” then into the chorus there was a burst of cheers so loud that the video had tk be paused so they don’t miss anything

the loudest was probably the whole of 2000 line ngl they had their own world in the corner

then there was johnny bouncing on the couch with yuta (poor xiaojun was caught in between them and being shaken around)

“that’s my kid!”

“honestly, if you guys don’t quiet down then we’re never going to finish the video” hannah sounded amused

everyone settled enough to let the music video play

it got to the part where she went “you like it how i ride it”

“baby, not in front of yangyang!” “not your baby, ten oppa”

but she was snickering at ten trying to cover yangyang’s ears

but then it was yoonmi’s rap verse and she was on the floor

the way everyone started cheering and turned to mark, a few members (mostly lucas and johnny) yelling his name

haechan jumped up and covered mark’s eyes “oh no you don’t mark lee” “she’s literally my girlfriend though?” “still!”

hannah’s prechorus had everyone vibing

you can see yangyang by the corner just has the biggest grin on his face and glancing off camera proudly every now and then

then the dance break came and

“water? you’re wearing stilettos in water? for a dance break?!” doyoung was calling out to hannah

“yeah” “please never do that again, you could hurt yourself” “it’s fun though, right hen ge?”

hendery was about to agree but doyoung shot him a look to which hendery leaned back and gestured towards doyoung “you heard hyung”

she snorted

by the end of the music video, there was a standing ovation led by jungwoo who was proudly cheering above everyone else

“that’s my little sister! i raised her well!”

hannah’s laughter could be heard while she asked them what they thought

“i want to say it’s too mature for you, but you’re growing up now, and you did it well” “thanks baba”

“i like the part where you pretended the dancers were bikes” chenle began “i wanna try!”

“you’re gonna drop noona” “no i’m not! i’ll get lucas hyung and johnny hyung to help!”

hannah laughed at the two before focusing on yangyang who stretched “well, i don’t know about you guys, but i loved it. 10/10 would recommend”

“of course you liked it mister boyfriend” jaemin’s off handed comment made everyone laugh while yangyang just shrugged

“well,” hannah walked into frame, “that was loud. let’s hope i don’t have to hear our song coming from their mouths around the dorm or the company”

there were various snorts around the room while taeyong reached forward to squeezed her cheeks “when i say it’s done it’s freakin over”

she shook his hands off which made him laugh

that’s how the video ends

#trouble.era

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electric-sympathy · 3 years

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On the dishonest use of “but my interpretation” as a get out of jail free card and the normalization of outlandish shipper behavior...

Jensen has said "No" straight up to a “”””bi interpretation”””” multiple times, so don’t use that deflection bullshit with me. He has crossed out a fan’s “Dean winchester is bi” essay that she coerced him to sign, and told a fan to stop when she tried to force him to answer a question with the framing that Dean was already bi. He has said point blank that d*stiel is not real several times. Shut the fuck up, all of you, shippers or not and take your lumps like everyone else.

You're clearly working on some homophobic, misandrist stereotypes to "read this into" a man that has ALWAYS been played AND written as straight. If you see “the q*eer struggle” in Dean’s character arc it’s because you don’t understand what the gay struggle is, or are so hopelessly delusional that you can’t help your constant projection and need to stop trying to turn your mental health issues into meta to force on others. People are people, they have the power to define themselves. And fictional people are CRAFTED. Deliberately, by people, to represent specific things. If you read either of them wrong it’s because you’re WRONG. ACCEPT IT. You can’t reinterpret the sky as fucking turquoise because it’s “close enough” and you can’t reinterpret a deliberate creation as something else. It literally just does not matter what your justification is.

There are REAL lesbian or pan characters on this show that were thrown out like yesterday’s garbage, and TV shows with REAL LGBT characters and creators going for the last 15 years, even on the same network, but you just couldn’t make yourselves care about those. I wonder why?

I mean, we all know what original dipshit ship opened the door to making degeneracy acceptable in this fandom, established all the pedo dens and made this all possible, but might we wake up and meditate for a moment on how fucking insane the public, actor-facing behavior here is?

Like let me ask you pissants something: If I saw a gay man on TV and I tried to say “Oh I interpret him as bi” would that be okay? Like would you all pretend that just because I faux-softened it with the word “interpretation” it would be fine? All social justice and rep and blah blah blah aside-- would that be okay with you? If I spent my time scrutinizing every eye movement like some kind of freak so that I could come up with fake reasons his dalliances with men “don’t seem properly gay” and every slightest interaction with a woman looked totally super straighty to me, If I went to a bunch of normies that don’t watch his show and told them he was totes bi, and when that didn’t work I went to a charity where my contribution had to be accepted no matter what or disadvantaged people would miss out on help and told everyone he was totally bi, and I went up to the actor and said YOU’RE BI, and/or YOU’RE PLAYING A BI MAN WITHOUT KNOWING IT BUT I KNOW THE TRUTH, supposed he was cheating with women on the side, and when people yelled at me I said, “But there’s soooo much biphobia in the world you guys!!!” (which there is, which I would be trivializing) and spread rumors about this gay actor being a biphobe, would that be okay with you?

I mean, let’s break this down even further. Let’s say I was watching Better Call Saul. Say I spent all my fucking time saying, “You guys, Jimmy is SCHIZOPHRENIC! That’s why he can make up such crazy stories so easily, he hallucinates them!!! It’s even why he believes Chuck about his allergy! Bob Odenkirk gave me a really wishy washy answer that didn’t feel like a no to me about it when I met him because he was so confused why I would think this, so I can say it’s true as much as I want! MY interpretation is that Jimmy McGill is a schizophrenic ICON and I LOVE HIM.”

Imagine that I raised such a stink and it got so big that Odenkirk was forced to say, in public, at a con, with cameras on him, “No, Jimmy is not Schizophrenic.” But then I decide his words don’t matter to me anymore even though I used him to justify myself for years. Then it reaches the show, where Jimmy is diagnosed as mentally healthy. And still I ignore it and plug my ears. And then I ran around throwing a fucking fit saying that I’m mentally ill too so you have to accept this bullshit because I need this for my health... And then when THAT didn’t work, I turned my back and told everyone that BETTER CALL SAUL IS ALBEIST, and I screamed it so loud and so long it hit the news media...

I would be the fucking laughing stock, piece of shit, most obnoxious cunt in the fandom. No one would entertain me for a second. It would be obvious to everyone that I think this because I'm an ableist that’s weirdly obsessed with Schizophrenia because I don’t understand it at all. And if people in the BCS fandom made jokes about Schizophrenia to each other, it would be my fault.

But because you people either pretend to be social justice warriors to hide fetishism or are deeply delusional social justice warriors that prioritize selfcenteredness above all else, it’s seen as fine. The act of turning a sexual orientation into a bizarre laughingstock in the eyes of the entire rest of the website like we’ve seen in the past few months is just fine. It’s totally cool. As is the obscene levels of entitlement, the twisted scorn and thievery upon artists that your fandom wouldn’t even exist without, and everything else. Supernatural is a well-known cesspit because of YOU.

#anti destiel #destiew #spn wank

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woulddieforperrytheplatypus · 4 years

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Dan Povenmire, co-creator of Phineas and Ferb and the voice of Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, just did a zoom call for fans, and this is a link to it on Google Drive and a link to it on YouTube.

Here’s a brief overlay brought to you by my incessant live blogging, and because I was speed typing on my phone, I can guarantee not everything made the cut. If you’re interested in hearing Dan talk about growing up an artist and becoming an animator and trying to pitch Phineas and Ferb and working on the show and movies, I would definitely suggest checking out the full 75 minute video. The highlights from the call are below the cut.

They added Doof and Perry because they liked chase scenes. They realized fairly quickly that more than not, the pair led to good comedy, and found it much more interesting to see how their relationship developed. He also says that they are "the most important person to each other” and “they’re really good friends.”

They wrote the Perry theme song in an hour between meetings with Disney

They decided during the pilot that they weren't going to try to get comedy from the characters saying mean things to each other. Even Doofenshmirtz wasn't motivated by evil, he just wanted to get the attention he didn't get at home.

Doof’s backstories were not Dan and Swampy's idea. They were from Jon Barry and Chris Hendrick, who [itched the lawn gnome backstory. It was long and compliated and Dan and Swampy couldn’t stop laughing. They also provided the "it all started on the day of my birth” one the next day.

making the 2D movie while making the movie was the busiest Dan says he has ever been, and that's not even counting the PnF Take Two and Doof's web show and all the interviews. Basically, 2010ish was a very busy time in the Dwampyverse.

They decided to give each pair of writers their own section of an outline to work on, and each pair got to make up the dialogue and jokes based on it. it works well for the show, but writers kept going on their own tangents and the movie ended up like 6 hours long. Dan and Kyle Menke had to redraw 80% of the show because they had to cut gags out and rewrite it so it was still funny. Note: in the new movie, they did the opposite — they wrote a script and told the board artists that they could put brief gags in but nothing too long

He thinks the show became one of the most beloved shows bc it was innocent and the adult humor wasn't dirty so the whole family could watch it together. He also said the songs at the closest thing you get to immortality in a show. Those combined made the show as big of a hit as it was, and hopefully those things will get older people to watch the movie.

His advice if you want to follow in his footsteps are to draw (and suggest you check out Cartoon Animation by Preston Blaire and How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way by Stan Lee) and to know that these jobs are out there

One of his favorite gags in PnF are the silent moments where something big happens and no one reacts (like something big fell in an early episode and crashed next to Phineas and co and at first they were all shocked but Dan changed it to them just kinda looking at it for a moment with no emotion)

Q: Did you ever want to quit what you were going?

A: "I don't really... do... anything else..."

He finished his new pilot today (July 2nd, 2020) and the movie is due tomorrow.

He would love to do more PnF and there's been talks of another PnF movie

He would love to do more Milo Murphy's Law, but it never got huge ratings and Disney's not too big on it but if people start watching it on Disney+ they might get to keep doing it. They did that with Family Guy, and it could happen to MML too.

The movie feels like old Phineas and Ferb and there are a lot of great songs!

And now, the Q&A (in which he draws random characters are he talks)

How was the process of kicking the voices?

It was sometime easy but sometimes very difficult. For Phineas, they listened to maybe a thousand people. they actually recorded someone but they put it to animation and it didn't really work. He knew as soon as he heard Vincent that he loved him. They literally recasted the lead (Vincent) the day before they had to deliver the pilot.

He knew immediately that he liked Alison Stoner. She was the second Isabella he heard, and he listened to maybe 50 others afterwards, but he knew he wanted Alison Stoner

They decided on a different Candace and they sent it to the head of the channel and the guy asked if he heard Ashley Tisdale. He told Dan to have her come in and give her direction and Dan was hesitant bc he had one that he liked but he was lowkey forced to bring her in. It was his only audition that day, and after his big block of text Dan gave her like 20 notes and she wrote the notes on the big block of text and she did it again and it was perfect and obviously Candace (but he feels bad for the actress that was almost Candace bc she'll never know how close she was)

What was the most impactful episode you worked on?

Either the last (hard to watch w/o crying) or three moments that made himcey while doing them: the end of Summer Belongs To You when Phineas gives up trying to get off the island and decides to watch the sunset with Isabella which was what she always wanted and she exploded and talked him back up onto being the person he is even tho it's a sacrifice on her behalf. He later says he started crying while pitching to his wife the AYA scene of Phinabella getting together.

Do you regret any episodes?

There are some he likes more and some he likes less but he doesn't regret any of them. He was a little disappointed in an early episode without a sing but he watched it alter and decided it was actually pretty decent. None of them make him cringe or wonder why they did that.

How has social media impacted PnF?

He recently got on TikTok and found out that's where all the PnF fans are. He was thrilled to see the response everything was getting and it made him feel good about everything he accomplished. The fact that this generation knows what an aglet is is his biggest accomplishment in pop culture.

Favorite part of working on the show/movie

He likes editing, but writing the songs is the most fun bc it feels the least like work

Who is Ferb's mom?

Never established or really thought about Ferb's mom or Phineas's dad AND IT'S NOT DOOFENSHMIRTZ THEY MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR THAT TO BE TRUE STOP ASKING and Phineas and Candace are full brother and sister. The bio parents aren't interesting to them bc the family already has a mom and dad and the other ones are just out of the picture and not important.

Will there be a new character in the movie?

Super Super Big Doctor (and Disney keeps telling him what he can and can't talk about)

Are there any secrets or theories that he can tell them?

The freaking creepy pasta about schitzophrenic Candace IS NOT TRUE Phineas and Ferb do exist and are alive. There's also a theory that Candace is not based on the diary of a teen girl in Russia who killed herself, and that's not true either. He genuinely thinks they are really freaking stupid theories and they make no sense at all.

Who is your favorite guest star?

Writing a song with Slash from Guns n Roses was really cool. He also liked working with Ben Stiller, Christian Slater the delivery guy (he called and said he'd do any part in MML so they wrote him a role), Jack McBrayer (Irving/Fix It Felix), Wayne Brady (co-wrote In The Empire)

What is the motivation of Candace to bust the boys?

He's not trying to hurt them. She doesn't dislike them. She gets irritated but she's really just looking for fairness. If she built a rollercoaster in the backyard, she'd get in trouble, so they should get in trouble, too.

How did you think about hot to end the show?

Disney was starting to cool off on PnF. The merch wave had plateaued. Dan and Swampy had the next two years in the show already made, but Disney wouldn't pick up another season until they finished airing that season. They'd have to restaff for a new season and they didn't like that idea, so they turned one of their hour long specials into the finale. He wanted to be able to say goodbye and thank the fans.

#phineas and ferb #dan povenmire #candance against the universe #catu #PnF #I'm working on getting the zoom call on youtube but it's taking forever

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yodawgiherd · 3 years

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Gone Clubbing

>>>Read on AO3<<<

Coming hot from the Red Flag update, I wrote this chapter that is in a very similar light. It fits the story, so you can't blame me :P Enjoy!

The interior of the club was looking surprisingly normal. Dark colors, tasteful wooden decorations, tables and booths lining the walls. There was a bar in one corner, but the center of the whole club was undoubtedly the raised stage. It was empty now, Darius’ performance didn’t start yet, so Eren took the lead and maneuvered them towards the reserved booth.

Looking around, he realized one thing. Hey, they even fit here! Mikasa was looking amazing as ever and her goth getup worked well with the overall vibe of the club. Eren, who was dubbed a clown by both himself and his friends, also got substantially better, because black lipstick and nail polish were very far from the most eccentric clothing they saw.

“Look, that catsuit is the same as one of yours.”, he pointed out, making Mikasa look.

“It is..”, she agreed, inspecting the latex bodysuit of one of the visitors, “I guess Darius is making big bucks with custom-made gear.”

“He is an artist.”

“True that. Everything we got from him is amazing, so I will never disagree with his statements.”

Mikasa’s grey eyes slid towards the bar, pondering the question of “not getting hammered.” She could handle a few more drinks, especially when she asks for something with less alcohol, and there was no reason to just sit here dry.

“Well, I’ll get us something to drink, because I might get thirsty over the course of the evening.“, Mikasa stated, letting the double entendre hang in the air as she stood up and walked in the direction of the bar.

That’s when Eren’s phone rang, and a quick check showed that it was his mother calling. As one does not let his mother go into voicemail, he picked up, curious what she might want. They did see each other a few hours back.

“Mom?”

“E-Eren, you freak!”

That made him blink.

“Come again?”

“I know what you did! Mikasa spilled the beans and now I know… Everything! I don’t remember raising you like this!”

Eyes flying to where his fiancé was, Eren’s mind worked frantically around the words. Carla knew… everything? What did that mean? What did Mikasa tell her? He couldn’t imagine his reserved girlfriend bragging about anything embarrassing in public, so…

“Mom, what are you talking about?”

“I know that you… you had s… sex in public, Mikasa said so.”

Statement one – Carla was drunk, judging from how she mingled the words.

Statement two- What the fuck?!

Statement three – What on god’s green earth made Mikasa tell Carla such a thing. Fine, it was far from the worst that they’ve done, but still. It’s not something that you boast about to family members, and Eren would rather bite his tongue clear off than walk up to Levi and say: “Hey friend, did you know that I often tie your little sister up and do all kinds of freaky shit to her?”

“Well, I mean…”

But Carla didn’t even let him finish, another accusation flying Eren’s way.

“And you have a tattoo!”

“You said that it looked cool!”

“Yes but…”, she sniffled on the other side, “You were just a tiny little baby yesterday, and today you have a tattoo and a girlfriend and… s-sex… and…”

The sounds she was making were suspiciously like sobs.

“Mom? Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes... It’s…”, he could hear her shaky exhale, “I wasn’t here for such a big part of your life, I missed so much.”

“Mom I…”

“No, it’s my fault, I was the one who decided to leave. But no more. I promise that I’ll be around much more Eren, I want to remember what you do, I want to be a part of your life.”

“You are a part of my life mom.”

“Bigger part then.”

“Very well.”, he chuckled, “Do you want me to come over and talk?”

“No, I know when I’m drunk. Mikasa’s party was great but I feel like lying down now.”, Carla bit back a yawn, “Also, tell her that she looked beautiful today.”¨

“See? Even you tell me that she’s beautiful and you act all surprised when she tells you that we fu-… I mean that we are intimate. Like seriously, did you think that we were in some sort of celibate relationship where we kiss each other on the cheek and sleep in separate beds?”

“Okay Mr. Libido, where are my grandchildren then?”

If Eren was drinking anything, he would spit it out right now.

“Mom! What the hell?”

“I’m just saying Eren, if I die without seeing a single tiny bundle of joy from you and Mikasa, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your days.”

“I…”

“Shush, I’ll get out of your hair now. I love you Eren and tell Mikasa I love her too. She’s like the daughter I never had.”

“Now that would make things rather awkward between us.”

“You know what I mean! Once you finally push yourself to action and marry the poor girl, she’s going to be my in-law anyway.”

“Wait, did you say poor?”

“Good night sweetie!”

And with a click, Carla was gone. Putting the phone down, Eren’s eyes were drawn to Mikasa making her way back towards him, two glasses in hand. She moved through the club with her usual predatory grace, easily weaving through the people there, completely in her element. Eren wasn’t the only one watching her, he noticed, several pairs and individuals stole a look at the enchantingly beautiful goth girl that walked in their midst. Maybe it should have made Eren jealous, but all he felt was a pang of foolish pride in his chest. Yes, she’s so incredibly gorgeous, and she’s mine. Look, but don’t touch or we might have a problem. Or who was he kidding, Mikasa would definitely take care of herself. She was the one who, in high school, broke a hand of a guy who touched her without permission.

Reaching her destination, Mikasa slid down to the booth next to Eren, putting the glasses on the table. A bit driven by all the stares, he immediately took the opportunity to grab a sort of possessive hold of her, angling her face so he could kiss her. Way more aggressive and deeper than necessary, but he was buzzed just the right way not to care. Let anyone see how much he loves her. They were in a freaking BDSM club anyway, this was by far not the worst that happened here.

“Well hello stranger,”, she said once they broke apart, her cheeks all flushed and the black lipstick smeared around her lips, “Didn’t know that you were this grateful for the drink”

Keeping one hand wrapped around her, Eren took a sip of whatever she brought up, pleasantly surprised. It was good, way better than he expected even, as one would not think that a club like this needed an amazing bartender. There were other reasons why people came.

“Mom called.”, he announced, putting the glass back down, “She knows about our public adventures because you told her. May I know why?”

“Eeh, I couldn’t help it.”, Mikasa had an apologetic smile on her lips, “We were playing truth or dare, and it sort of came up.”

Truth or dare? That did sound like fun, and Eren regretted the dumb argument he got into with the other guys at the bar. Pulling out secrets from Hitch or Krista, or hell, his own mother, would have been amazing. Then again, he was here with Mikasa, they had drinks and the show didn’t start yet. So…

“Wanna have a little game of our own?”

“Why? We know exactly what we did.”

“Maybe it’s just an excuse to get you drunk.”

“Ooh, you sly bastard.”, Mikasa’s eyes narrowed, “You’re on.”

“Good, I’ll be taking the first word then.”

Eren cleared his throat, raised his glass, and began.

“Never have I ever been suspended from a ceiling.”

“Cheap shot.”, she commented.

“Could be, but still.”, he tapped her glass, “Drink, shibari lover.”

She did so, revenge forming in her head.

“Never have I ever licked someone’s boots.”

“And you talk about cheap shots.”, Eren clicked his tongue but drank.

“Never have I ever done a pole dance.”, he shot back.

Mikasa’s eyes were calculating as she took a sip.

“Maybe we will have to change that.”, she said before firing her volley, “Never have I ever filmed us having sex.”

“That tape is going to be useful one day. And we have so many more to make…”

Mikasa ignored the tingle that it sent down her spine, frowning at her fiancé.

“Sure thing, voyeur.”

Rolling his eyes, Eren drank.

“Never have I ever wore cat ears during sex.”

“Yet.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing.”, with a mysterious smile, Mikasa drank.

“Never have I ever been in a chastity cage.”

“How the hell is that fair? You literally can’t even be in one.”

“There are similar devices for women, it’s fair play.”

“But…”

“No buts.”, she pointed at the glass in clear command, “Drink, puppy.”

Eren obeyed, eyes studying her even as he spoke.

“Never have I ever stepped on someone.”

“Oh please, you enjoyed it!”

“Sure did,”, Eren agreed, “but that’s not the point of this game.”

Mikasa took a swig, a follow-up in her mind.

“Never have I ever come from a footjob.”

“Dirty.”, a sip, and it was Eren’s turn, “Never have I ever been taken against my will.”

“Can you really call it non-consent when I was the one who came up with the idea?”, Mikasa wondered, clearly just stalling.

“Miki, I still have some of the photos I took of you back then. Should I pull them up as evidence and let the committee decide?”

Defeated by a sound argument, Mikasa drank.

“Maybe we could give it another shot, sometimes soon.”, she said, remembering how strange the experience was.

Terrifying and perfect at the same time, she was scared for her life when the Not-Eren threatened her, he managed to play the role of an abusive bastard so well. Maybe there was something about him being a bad guy in her dreams because at least party he could be such an asshole even in real life. If she begged nicely, that is.

“I’d have to ask Mr. Incognito if he has a free schedule.”, Eren joked, making Mikasa snicker, “But I have a faint feeling that he might squeeze you in.”

“Let’s leave it on open for now, who knows, maybe I will be the one in charge once we get around to the thing.”

That made Eren blink a few times.

“You want to do that to me?”

“Maybe..”, a bit of worry entered her face when she realized that Eren might not be into it. She had to be sure because Mikasa would never force him into something he didn’t want, that was a big No in their relationship.

“Don’t you want me to?”, she asked, but Eren shook his head.

“It’s not that I don’t want it, I honestly just have a hard time coming up with any scenario where I don’t want to have sex with you.”

“Tsk, don’t you worry about that. If I want it, I’ll come up with something.”

“Fine by me. Open it is then.”

With that topic solved, it was time to continue their game. Mikasa’s turn, she thought for a moment before she tried her next line.

“Never have I ever deepthroated a strap-on.”

But Eren was having none of that.

“Nah, but you did, don’t you remember the “class” you gave me?”

“That wasn’t a strap-on, it was a vibrator!”

“Close enough. Drink.”

Murmuring about unfair rules and crooked referees, Mikasa drank with Eren mirroring her.

“Never have I ever had anal sex.”, was his put, and Mikasa snorted in amusement. She couldn’t even count how many times Eren was either the giving or receiving party in anal sex, so she called him out on his bullshit.

“Seriously? Do you need me to spell it out for you?”, Mikasa moved closer, whispering, “Slut.”

It was magical how a single word could make Eren’s crotch tingle.

“No need, I did it on purpose.”, he drained his glass, putting it down, “I like the stuff they serve in here.”

Chuckling, Mikasa followed suit, both their drinks empty. Then, just as Eren was about to get up for a refill, the lights dimmed and the show began.

The figure that walked in on the stage was undoubtedly Darius Zackly, and he was followed by not one but two women, the player. One was dark-skinned and the other very pale, almost as much as Mikasa. To contrast their natural look, each wore lingerie of the opposite color, white on black and black on white, complete with high heels on their feet. No one spoke, the trio bowed to the crowd instead, almost dramatically, while two rings descended from above, stopping to hover over them.

Keeping his mysterious air, Darius held out a hand and the pale girl moved, grabbing a rope from the cart in the back and handing it to him. With the silky thing in hand, Zackly began his performance. He worked on the black girl first, coming up with an intricate design. Even the rope was white, Mikasa realized, a stark difference to the model’s skin. First, Darius tied her hands behind her back. The second rope went around her chest, tying her breasts in a very familiar design. Then he guided a rope through the metal ring, one that went from her tied hands to the chest bondage. With that, the ring rode up a bit, forcing the model to stretch her body and anchoring her in place.

“Isn’t the chest bondage the one you used on me?”, Mikasa whispered to Eren, recognizing the shapes.

He studied the way Darius worked the ropes for a moment.

“It is, you have a good eye. Although the binding on her hands is different than the one I used on you.”

“Because you tied me all the way from wrists to elbows.”, she made a tiny frown appear on her face, “I couldn’t move my hands at all.”

“Only the most secure bondage for a beast like you.”, he chuckled, kissing Mikasa’s scarred cheek, “I can’t edge you unless you are properly bound, otherwise you take control of the situation.”

“You better keep those skills up then.”

“For you Miki? Anything.”

The performance continued while they talked, and Darius was now working on the model’s legs. He didn’t touch her right leg, but her left was picked up and bend at the knee. Ropes sneaking around the limb, Zackly immobilized it, and that was it for the black girl. She was now balancing on one leg, but with the ropes pulling her up it wasn’t that much of a strain. With one model done, Darius turned his attention to the pale girl.

Retrieving a few more ropes from the cart, black ones this time, he closed the distance to his partner. Following the same path as before, Zackly tied her hands and chest first, copying the pattern. But then the show changed. He didn’t secure the model to the ring, he made her lie down instead, kneeling and working on her legs like that, with her on the floor. The ring started descending at the same time, going very, very low. Done with the design, Darius pulled the rope up and into the ring, anchoring it. And that’s when Eren realized what was happening.

“He’s hanging her upside down.”

“Ooh, that looks like fun.”, Mikasa poked Eren in the shoulder, “Why don’t you do that to me?”

“Eh, I don’t prefer it. When you are upside down, blood goes to your head quickly, so you have to be very mindful of the time. When I tie you up, I like to go slow, really enjoy you.”

“Hmm.”, Mikasa’s eyes were back on the performance.

She was chewing on something in her mind, and Eren had a chuckle when he realized what it was. So many things that they’ve done and Mikasa still had trouble asking him for something.

“We can try it if you want.”, he offered, making her face light up.

She leaned over to press a chaste kiss to his lips followed by a gentle whisper.

“Thanks, I’d like that.”

Just then the whirring resumed, and the ring began ascending, pulling the pale girl up. Upwards she went, until her whole body was off the floor and hanging from the ring, her blonde hair cascading around her face. It was the hangman position, Eren realized. And when Darius took a step back, both Mikasa and he finally took in the thing Zackly created as a whole. Contrast, that was the centerpiece of his performance. One girl was standing while the other was hanging upside down, both in the exact same position. One was dark-skinned yet wearing white lingerie and tied by a white rope, while the other was pale, wearing black and tied by a black rope. It was bondage, but at the same time it was art, and from the murmur that ran through the club they weren’t the only ones who realized that. The old man was an artist, no matter how you put it.

With a bow from Darius, his performance was finished. Both Eren and Mikasa joined in on the applause that resounded through the club, the show he put on was amazing. Once the ruckus began to die down and everyone got their fill of ogling the beautiful bondage design, Zackly untied the ladies while talking to them, laughing here and there. It was an interesting dynamic to see them like this, relaxed around each other, it betrayed that they all have been in this business for some time.

“Hello?”

As they were both watching the stage, neither Eren nor Mikasa saw the couple approach them. The woman was tall, made even taller by the extremely high heels on her shoes. It was the one that Eren noticed earlier, dressed in a latex bodysuit of the same design as one of Mikasa’s. The man at her side was much less eccentric, wearing jeans and a shirt, but when he nodded his head in greeting Eren saw that there was a collar around his neck, marking him as a property of the lady next to him.

“Hi,”, the woman repeated, “Did you like the show?”

Mikasa took the lead in answering.

“Yes, it was great, very artistic too.”

“That’s Zackly for you,”, the woman smirked, “He is amazing at what he does.”

“But we didn’t come here to fawn over Darius,”, that was the man speaking, nudging his partner, “Did we, sweetie?”

“Right, no, we didn’t. We came to talk to you for a reason.”

“Which is?”, Eren asked.

The woman faced Mikasa when she spoke, the words aimed at her.

“I hope that we aren’t too straightforward, but my husband saw you at the bar, and he was quite taken by you.”

Eren had to bite back a laugh at how Mikasa’s eyes widened.

“H-huh?”, was all she managed.

“We were wondering if you would be willing to do a partner exchange for a night or two, maybe a weekend.”, the collared husband took the word, “If you guys are into it, of course.”

“He’s a bottom, as you might have guessed,” the latex-clad woman followed up, “and from watching you I’d guess that you are the top in your relationship? You have that air of dominance around you.”

“I-I do?”, Mikasa choked out, much to Eren’s amusement.

But he wasn’t spared either, as the woman’s eyes slid over to him.

“You don’t have to worry either pretty boy, I promise that I’d take good care of you. I’m an experienced dominatrix.”

Now it was Eren’s eyes widening. He and Mikasa looked at each other, neither knowing what to say. Seeing their slight panic, the man grinned.

“I feel like we started with a wrong question, we should have asked if you are in an open relationship first.”

“That’s right, our fault.”, the woman agreed immediately, “Sorry if we are making you uncomfortable with this.”

Finally understanding what this was about, Mikasa blushed but reached out, taking hold of Eren’s arm.

“No, we are not open.”, she said, meeting the woman’s eyes, “We are very closed.”

“Yep, just me and her, no one else.”

“Aw, that’s too bad, you guys are something else.”, the woman clicked her tongue, “Oh well, can’t have everything.”

“We will take our leave then.”, the man said, unbothered by the refusal, “Have a pleasant evening.”

With that, he walked away and deeper into the club. The woman stole a last wanton look at Eren before following, her heels clicking against the floor. The stunned silence that came didn’t even get a chance to properly cook before a new figure appeared. Familiar one this time, it was Darius who slid into the booth, grinning at the pair.

“Eren! Mikasa! I knew that I saw you!”

His joy was infectious, and the cold feeling was being melted by his presence alone.

“That was an amazing show,”, Eren complimented him straight off the bat, “You are so good with the rope.”

“Bah, just years of training. Plus judging from our talk, you are pretty good yourself, the forms you wanted to do were rather advanced.”, his gaze went over to Mikasa, “Isn’t that correct, miss Ackerman?”

She nodded, feeling way more relaxed around Darius than the two from before. But his mention of her, Eren’s significant other, combined with how the pair talked about open relationships and brought a question out of Mikasa, one that she was pondering ever since they entered the club.

“Darius, aren’t you married?”

“Sure am.”

“And your wife… does she know about this?”

“But of course, I don’t think that keeping such a big thing secret is a good idea.”, Zackly sighed, “I keep trying to make her come here, but this scene doesn’t interest her at all.”

“So she doesn’t mind you working with other women?”

“Not at all, she knows that I appreciate the art in bondage, not the sexuality.”

“That’s very open-minded of her.”

“I mean, I work in a sex shop,”, Darius shrugged, “I never kept what I like hidden.”

Smart approach, if they ever heard one. Seeing that he satisfied Mikasa’s curiosity, Darius put forward his idea.

“Are you liking the club?”

Two heads nodded to that.

“What about the performance, looked like fun, right?”

“For sure.”

Well then…

“The thing is, you guys could perform here too if you wanted.”

“W-What?”, Eren exchanged a bewildered look with Mikasa, “You’re joking, right?”

“Why would I?”, Darius continued, completely unmoved, “How long have you two been in this biz?”

“A bit over four years at this point?”, Eren guessed and Mikasa agreed silently.

“And I’d guess that you have the skills for it.”

“I mean…”

But they did, all the plays and scenes they did together amounted to a fair amount of skill when it came to the act. Mikasa knew how to maneuver her sub expertly, Eren knew how to tie her up without worrying that he might hurt her. The experience did matter. Having a quick mental conversation, they both agreed in the end.

“See? I’m willing to bet that either of you could easily take the stage. Forgive me for saying, but you two are very, very hot. In fact, I’d go as far as saying that you two are the hottest couple I’ve seen here, and you would be in high demand.”, he gestured around, “If I walked around the club and asked every single person in here if they would perform with you, I’m pretty sure that I could count the number of “No.” on fingers of one hand.”

He redirected his attention to the pair.

“From the various gear I sold you, I’d guess that you are both switches, right?”

This time it was Mikasa who answered, agreeing cautiously.

“See? Even better. The possibilities would be endless..”

This felt like the same conversation they had with the pair from earlier.

“Look, the thing is, I don’t think that either I or Mikasa would be willing to ever perform with anyone else.”, Eren cut into his monologue, “We are very… possessive of one another.”

Mikasa was again just nodding to his words, shuffling closer and wrapping her hand around Eren’s waist. He did the same, surprising her a bit when Eren pulled Mikasa to sit on his lap. Talk about needing to express your attachment physically.

“We are super exclusive to each other.”

Seeing that and hearing her words, Darius grinned.

“You guys are just adorable. This devotion you have, this is rare to see and it’s so beautiful.”

“T-Thanks.”

“But still, if you want, you could totally perform as a pair. Even exclusive, seeing one of you work the other would give the guests something to dream about.”

“Look, we will think about it.”

“Of course! No one will ever force you into anything.”, Darius calmed them immediately, “Your comfort and consent are the most important things here.”

He said his piece, got the offer out, and there were still several people he needed to talk to. So bidding the half-confused half-surprised pair a quick goodbye and see you soon, Darius stood up and disappeared towards the bar. Eren was the one who broke the silence Zackly left behind, rubbing Mikasa’s back in a soothing motion.

“So, what do you think?”

She shifted on his lap, chewing her dark bottom lip cautiously for a moment before answering.

“Ask me a year back and I would say No. Ask me two years back and I’d laugh at you. Ask me three years back and I wouldn’t talk to you for a week. But now…”

“Let’s add it to our pile of open topics.”, Eren proposed, “No need to worry about that now.”

With that out of the way, Mikasa grew more relaxed again. Just when Eren was returning from the bar with refilled drinks, she looked up at him, eyes sparkling.

“We should bring Ymir and Krista here.”

“Why is that?”

“Krista needs a confidence boost. She wants to top Ymir, but she keeps questioning herself, so uncertain about it all.”, Mikasa gestured around, “Being here, I think that it could bring her inner domme out.”

“From what I hear you are sure that there will be a next time?”

Realizing the meaning of her words, Mikasa smirked.

“I would want that. I like it here.”

“Ah, look at us – the quiet goth girl from the back of the class and the grade-a student. How far we’ve come.”

“Indeed, but I’m enjoying these changes. Do you?”

“As if you had to ask. When I’m with you, I’ll go for anything, and do you feel like stopping what we do?”

Mikasa’s black lips curled upwards as she shook her head.

“Hell no.”

This year’s birthday was amazing and Mikasa made sure to thank Eren properly once they got home. But the amazing night would have a sadder continuation because, despite all the great fun that she experienced tonight, Mikasa’s dreams were once again disturbed by an unwelcome visitor.

A nightmare.

#eremika #fanfic #snk #aot

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swiftiesongwriter · 4 years

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my tears ricochet is about Sc*tt B*rchetta

OK SO OBVIOUSLY I’M FREAKING OUT ABOUT folklore LIKE WHAT A MASTERPIECE

This morning, I watched the lyric video to my tears ricochet and literally ONE PERSON posted that it was about Sc*tt B*rchetta and I was like ‘THIS IS SO OBVIOUS’ so here is my theory! Feel free to add some more, I would LOVE to discuss this with you fellow Swifties!

And if I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes, too Could be referencing the fact that both were depending on each other for so long. We all know that Big Mach*ne’s success relies on Taylor, but Taylor also had the support of Big Mach*ne for the first 6 albums of her career.

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? We know for a fact that Taylor’s last years at Big Mach*ne were complicated because she tried to buy her masters back, but Sc*tt did not want to. Remember when Taylor said that Sc*tt did not like the idea of making a pop album when she created 1989, and that she had to fight to put out the project. And that’s only what we know, we don’t know what happened behind closed doors.

I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace I just remember Sc*tt making a comment when he sold her masters, that she was not handling the issue in a professional manner.

You’re the hero flying around, saving face When her masters were sold and Taylor was angry (with good reason), Sc*tt tried to position himself as a businessman who was just acting rightly for the sake of his hard work. In Big Mach*ne’s statement, he said that Taylor was lying about many points in the situation.

And if I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, look at how my tears ricochet THAT is one of the line that gives it all for me. We all know that it was Taylor’s decision to leave Big Mach*ne - it was not good news for them because she was the label’s most important artist in terms of money. I think that Sc*tt was mad and tried to sabotage her to get back at her for leaving. As Taylor said, they had almost a father-daughter relationship, so for him to lose this as well must have been hurting for Sc*tt.

You know I didn’t want to have to haunt you I think she’s referencing at the special bond she had with Sc*tt. He believed in her before her career even began. It’s clear that they had a close relationship during many years of them working together. I believe that if he wouldn’t have sold her masters, she would have not made waves about the downfall of her relationship with Big Mach*ne.

You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me THAT ALSO IS VERY IMPORTANT. Sc*tt’s reputation relies on Big Mach*ne’s credibility. The label earned its credibility thanks to Taylor’s work. When Sc*tt sold her masters, he sold a part of her soul, her body of work to an enemy of hers (that he knew of). He clearly was out to hurt her with this move. The money that was given to him was due to the value of Taylor’s body of work, so we could consider that she gave these jewels to him.

And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home I think she was talking about when she left Big Mach*ne, she had the opportunity to go anywhere, to any label. An artist as huge as Taylor would be welcomed in any music label. I figured that home was Big Mach*ne as she helped build the label since she was 14, and that it was just like home to her.

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones Again, another reference at the special bond they have. He took on her career since she was 14 until she was 29. She grew up with him and he certainly grew with her. As savage as his move was when he sold her masters, I believe that he still cares for Taylor.

And when you can’t sleep at night, you hear my stolen lullabies JAW-DROPPING LINE RIGHT HERE. Stolen lullabies references all of the songs that were sold to Sc**ter. Usually, when you can’t sleep at night, it’s because something torments you, haunts you. Her stolen lullabies haunts Sc*tt because he KNOWS that it’s his fault that she does not possess them anymore, and he knows that is what created an irremediable cut between him and Taylor.

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves She knows that nobody is going to win this battle for her masters. On one part, Sc**ter and the other investors will lose money because she will re-record her albums 1-5 in November 2020. On the other part, recording all of her previous albums will be costly in time and money for Taylor. This situation is a lose-lose for everybody.

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Sc*tt had to keep Taylor’s masters so Big Mach*ne could still have value to the eyes of a buyer. By doing this, he ‘’killed’’ her, but her speaking out about it showed what kind of businessman he is. I would be very surprised if an artist would work with him after what he did to Taylor, his most important artist (and with whom he had a special connection).

You turned into your worst fears When Sc*tt created Big Mach*ne, I believe that he was trying to go on another route than the big label route. He was working with a major company before, left them and risked it all to start his own business. I don’t know him, but at the time, maybe he was trying to position himself as ‘’one of the cool guys’’, a manager that would not be the typical stereotype that you have of a manager.

And you’re tossing out blame, drunk on this pain When Taylor spoke up about her masters, remember that bullsh*t statement of Big Mach*ne, that Taylor was lying and that they did not do anything wrong. That they offered her to purchase her masters - though they did not say that their offer was toxic for her, but hey, PR.

Crossing out the good years THAT LINE TOO. By doing this to Taylor, it was like he had forgotten where they both came from, and how they helped each other. I believe (with no proof but with a feeling still) that their last years of working together were complicated, and that they had tensions about what she should / should not do. Mentioning the good years feels to me as if there were some bad.

VOILÀ, that was my theory about my tears ricochet. It’s such a powerful song and I know that it translates also as a song about domestic ab*se, but I really think that she spoke up about the Sc*tt situation. I can only imagine the feeling when the most precious thing you have is taken away from you by a person you care deeply about.

So, what do you think?!

#my tears ricochet #swifties #folklore #taylor swift #scott borchetta #mytearsricochet #folklore taylor swift #ts8 theories

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murfeelee · 4 years

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My Top 7 Albums

I saw this done by @slythersim here and I’m literally doing nothing productive this weekend, so why not. :P

[EDIT] Thanks @drawing-way-outside-the-lines for tagging me here! And thanks, Tumblr, for not notifying me (as usual), you’re a doll. ^_^

Made with this website to generate the album graphics.

Basically, I just picked the albums that either have my favorite songs by that artist, or represent something special for me:

The Wild Heart - Stevie Nicks (1982): This was the only easy pick out of the bunch; literally my favorite artist and album of all time. Takes me back to my childhood; my mom would play Stevie’s solo albums, plus Fleetwood Mac’s music, and I would sit just at her feet staring at the album covers while wishing I was a witch-- ”Even in the darkest places of your mind! Where are the children, are they hopelessly enchanted!?!” Yes, Stevie. Yes, I was.

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Enter - Within Temptation (1997): Y’all know I love me some Within Temptation. I seriously miss their old symphonic metal style, which was why I fell in love with the band in the first place. I like all of their recent more modern albums, too, but sadly they never made another album like Enter, or a titular track like “Enter” -- omg it’s so epic; sends shivers down my spine. And the Dracula intro is perfection. \m/

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Ceremonials - Florence and the Machine (2011): “Never Let Me Go“ and “No Light, No Light“ are amazing, yes, but “SEVEN DEVILS”? O_O I already loved Lungs, but Ceremonials was the album that made me devote my heart to Florence. To be honest, Florence’s albums only get better & better -- I like each new one more than the last. Florence can do no wrong; she’s never made a bad song in all her life, it’s impossible. Even her Final Fantasy 15 singles slap, wtf woman.

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And speaking of Final Fantasy....

Final Fantasy X - Original Soundtrack (2001): WHEN I TELL YOU I CRIED. No video game ever had me bawling big fat ugly tears like FF10 did, holy god. One of the best games I ever played, hands down. This is why FF13 and especially FF15 made me so effing mad, cuz they did NOTHING to reach the heights that FF10 hit--on the effing PS2 of all consoles,too, like WTF, Square Enix!? The story and characters and cutscenes and MUSIC were legendary, your fave could never. Never! (Unless your fave is Florence + the Machine, in which case yes, Florence’s FF15 songs are the best thing from that effing game, jfc.) But we’ll see what FF16 does on the PS5. Until then, Yuna & Tidus are video game royalty.

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Absolution - Muse (2003) / Simulation Theory (2018): Absolution‘s singles were the first time I ever heard of Muse. I remember my sister and I jamming to the “Hysteria“ & “Time is Running Out” music videos on MTV, like: man, if only Matt could stop gasping for every frikkin gulp of air, Muse could reach a whole new level of awesome. And holy crap did he get better; his singing over the years is just “Glorious!“ My favorite thing about Muse is that I never know what to expect with them. Are they rock? electronica? old? futuristic? whatever! So I will fight anyone who points to “Citizen Erased,” or “Stockholm Syndrome,” then says Simulation Theory’s a bad album. It’s actually my favorite Muse album, so THEY’RE WRONG! (Tumblr won’t let me link more than 5 videos, grr.)

Bad - Michael Jackson (1987): Technically, Thriller should be my favorite album of MJ’s, as it has a lot of my favorite tracks. But Bad had “Smooth Criminal,” which has my faaaaavorite dance number in all of music video history! SO FREAKING COOL! Annie and I were NOT okay!

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Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin - Original Soundtrack (2013-present): AoT/SnK might just be the best anime ever made. It’s not my favorite, but IMO it’s the best, and a large part of that is due to the music, and how it complements the animations and scenes (despite the OST having the most cursed naming format imaginable). It gets to the point where even anime-only fans know what’s about to happen on the show, just because of its leitmotifs (like XL-TT) that start playing. A large part of season hype is waiting to hear what epic new intro song will be made, and which ones are The Best™ -- Shinzou wo sasageyou -- YAEGER!!! Then they switched it up and integrated Punjabi songs like like “Bad Karma” into their own battle music, like WTF?! Iconic. (Tumblr won’t let me link more than 5 videos, grr.)

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burberryharold · 4 years

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Alone Together

Part One

Hello, guys! I’ve finally come around to writing my first fanfic on Tumblr and to say that I’m excited would be an understatement. I’ve had this idea for a while now and I’m hoping you guys like it; Alone Together follows the journey of Ellie and Harry through this rough period of quarantine. It’s just a little something I thought of and decided to have fun with it and make the best out of the current situation, so I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think! This is gonna be a series but I haven’t settled on how long it’s gonna be yet, but for now here’s Part One of Alone Together.

February 25th, Tuesday

Ellie huffed and wiped her forehead, taking notice of the dark strands of hair clinging onto her face from the sweat. She deeply regretted sending off the moving people, insisting that she can handle the rest of the boxes herself. Big mistake. She was by no means weak or incapable of lifting heavy items, but after a long day of moving back and forth from her old flat to her new one, Ellie was absolutely exhausted. In retrospect, she realised that she should not have moved all of her things in one day, but it’s too late, she has to face the consequences of her decision. Damn me for thinking that this was a good idea, Ellie thought to herself.

Staring at the boxes in the hallway in hopes that they would magically move themselves, Ellie failed to notice that someone walked out of the elevator and was heading in her direction.

“Ellie? Ellie Heart? Is that you?” a deep yet familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Ellie’s hand flew to her chest as she gasped at the sudden voice, “Bloody hell, you scared the shit out of me!”

She finally opened her eyes to look at the person as he chuckled; her jaw dropped at the familiar sights of chocolate curls and green eyes. “Harry? What? What are you doing here?” she questioned with wide eyes.

Her heart fluttered at the sight of him; she had not seen Harry in quite a while and was shocked to see him standing outside of her new flat. “Are you stalking me, Styles? Is that what this is?” she jokingly narrowed her eyes at him, resting her hands on her hips.

Harry ‘s bright eyes twinkled in amusement.

“Oh yes, Heart, that’s exactly what I’m doing, you caught me.” He raised his hands in surrender.

Ellie's smile widened at his words and she started taking in his attire. He was sporting a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie with “Treat People With Kindness” printed on it, despite it being an abnormally warm afternoon. She smiled at his choice of outfit and decided to tease him for it, “Nice hoodie you got there, Harry, I see you’re still your usual narcissistic self.”

Harry threw his head back in laughter at her words, “Good to see that you’re still as funny as I remember you, Ellie, it’s been a while.” He flashed her another bright smile and gestured to the boxed discarded along the hallway, “I take it that you’re just moving in?”

Ellie nodded, suddenly remembering that she’s standing in front of him drenched in sweat and looking disheveled, while he managed to look like he just stepped out of a runway, despite his casual outfit. “Just moved literally all of my things here today, which was a huge mistake if I’m being honest, but yeah.” She paused after taking notice of the grocery bags resting beside his feet, “Wait, do you live here as well?”

There were only three flats on this floor, hers, the one right across from her, and another just at the end of the hallway. “This is me, just moved in here recently actually,” Harry pointed at the door beside him, “My house is being fumigated because of bloody termites and I’ve been meaning to do some renovations, so this seemed like an appropriate time. Can’t go back home for a few weeks so.”

A shy smile made its way onto Ellie’s lips, “Guess we’ll be neighbours for the meantime then, huh?”

She marveled at the sight of his dimples, “I’m looking forward to it.”

Ellie tried to ignore the way her heart started pounding faster at the prospect of having Harry so close to her for a few weeks. It’s just a little crush, El, let it go.

Ellie being a huge fan of Harry is no secret to anyone that knows her, not even to Harry himself she fears. Even as a One Direction-obsessed teenager, she’s always paid Harry a little extra attention. When his debut album came out, Ellie was beyond ecstatic. She had known that Harry was a fan of artists like the Rolling Stones and Fleetwood Mac, and she definitely felt their influences on him in music, both in his solo career and in One Direction. So, despite being absolutely devastated that the band is on a hiatus, Ellie can’t deny that she is enjoying their solo careers.

They had originally met back in 2014 when Julian Bunnetta first introduced them to each other. She’d known Julian for about a year, having worked on a number of songs with him. She was no stranger to his close relationship to the band, but she had never expected to ever meet any of the members. Needless to say, Ellie was floored when she saw Julian approaching her, at the party he dragged her to, with the tall, handsome boy beside him.

Julian smirked at her wide eyes, “El, this is Harry, but you already knew that,” he sent her a wink. “H, this is Ellie, the songwriter I’ve been telling you about.”

Had she heard him correctly? Did he just say that he has talked about her to Harry Styles?

Ellie had to pull herself together as the boy smiled in recognition, “Hello, Ellie, it’s good to finally meet you! Been hearing a lot of things about you, this guy won’t stop talking about how insanely talented you are.”

Ellie thinks she’s about to faint.

She’s met a couple of celebrities from working alongside Julian, but she has never been this starstruck before. And the fact that Julian has been praising her songwriting talent in front of Harry does not help ease her erratic heartbeat.

“I- uh- thanks?” She wanted to facepalm. “You too- I mean, um, thank you, I’m such a huge fan of you guys.”

Harry chuckled at her response, “Thank you, Julian may or may not have mentioned that before.”

She narrowed her eyes at Julian, who had an amused expression on his face. “Oh yeah, told him all about your crazy obsession with him.”

“Julian!” Ellie groaned and covered her face with her hands, feeling the warmth rushing to her cheeks, “You bloody knobhead, I hate you.”

“Don’t worry, love” Harry laughed, “he only had good things to say about you, and if anything, I’m flattered.”

Ever since that night, they’ve only ran into each other two other times, which Ellie was disappointed about. Once when she had worked with the band on What A Feeling, and another back in January 2019. Ellie was surprised when her friend Tom Hull called her one night and invited her to the studio, saying that he and a friend of his were struggling with a song and he wanted her help. She hadn’t hesitated and went to meet him the following day at a studio in Malibu. What Tom had failed to mention was that his friend was Harry Styles, who was working on his second album.

Her eyes had noticeably widened when they fell upon the tall figure standing in the corner, talking to someone on the phone. She immediately darted towards her friend and pinched his arm, “You didn’t think to tell me that Harry was here?” she whispered-exclaimed. A wide grin painted Tom’s lips, “Thought I’d surprise you.”

Since then, after spending a whole day helping them with the verse and the bridge on a song called Canyon Moon, Ellie hasn’t seen the rockstar. Until now.

She didn’t even think it was possible for him to look any more beautiful than he already is, but he’s managed to prove her wrong. The light stubble and mustache that graced his face made him look more mature; she remembered how he had once complained about not being able to grow any facial hair, but it seems like that has changed.

Looking that good should be a crime, she thought to herself.

Harry cleared his throat, pulling her out of her thoughts yet again, “D’you need any help with that?”

Ellie was about to shake her head and refuse, but then she bit her lip and paused. She doesn’t know if it’s because she’s exhausted, or if she just misses his presence and wants him around her for a little bit longer. She figured it was a combination of both, and that’s why she found herself saying “Actually, yeah, I’d really appreciate that.”

“Hold on a minute,” he pointed to the bags in his hands and gestured to his flat, “gotta put those inside first.”

Ellie was busy hauling a box that held her cutlery and plates into her kitchen when she heard Harry calling out for her. “Love? Where do you want me to put this?”

She tried not to think of the pet name, assuring herself that that’s just who Harry is; he’s always friendly and charming, calling people around him “love” or “sweetheart”, but it makes her heart skip a beat nevertheless.

The box had “Bedroom” messily written on it and so she pointed towards the hallway on her left, “Just down the hallway, first room on the right, please.”

His short curls bounced as he nodded his head and carried the box to her room with ease. She couldn’t help but stare at the way his arms flexed holding the box; he’d changed from his sweatshirt into a fitted black t-shirt, emphasising his muscles.

Ellie silently scolded herself for staring and went back out to the hallway, carrying yet another box. This one, however, was much heavier than the rest. She had packed all of her vases together and now sees how it was a bad idea. God, Ellie, you’re just making dumb decisions left and right, she thought silently.

She groaned as the box weighed her down and struggled to not drop it. “Hey, hey, let me.”

Harry suddenly appeared in front of her, reaching his hands out to take the box. In the process, his hands brushed hers and it took everything in Ellie to not drop the box. She felt like a silly kid, freaking out over touching a boy’s hand, but this was Harry. The same Harry who she admired and has had a crush on for as long as she can remember; she can’t just ignore the feeling of his soft hands against hers.

Get it together, Ellie.

“Thank you,” she flashed him a guilty smile, “careful, that one’s heavy.”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing,” Harry smirked and held the box as if it was as light as a feather, flexing his arms in the process, “see these guns over here? They can handle anything.”

She stopped herself from staring at his arms yet again and instead rolled her eyes, “Okay then, Superman, go put that in the living room, please.”

Harry let out a laugh and made his way towards her living room, making a show of flexing his arms and looking at her over his shoulders.

Ellie really missed him.

Once Harry and Ellie had finished moving everything into her flat, she invited him to have a drink and a little chat, to which he delightfully agreed.

After settling comfortably into the couch, with a bottle of beer in his hand, Harry turned his body towards Ellie’s and smiled, “How have you been then? Haven’t seen each other in a long time now, haven’t we?”

Ellie relaxed into her couch and nodded, “Yeah, a little over a year since I last saw you and Tommy at the studio.”

“I’ve worked on a few projects since then,” she took a sip of her drink then shook her head, “no, actually, I have worked on a lot of projects and I’ve decided to just take a break from it all.”

“A break? How come?” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, “I remember you saying you loved writing all the time, in fact, think you said that you couldn’t go on a day without writing at least a few lines.”

Ellie’s insides almost melted at his soft, slow voice; she’s always loved the way Harry spoke.

“I did yeah, but everyone needs a little break sometimes,” the corners of her lips turned a little upwards, surprised that he remembered. “I didn’t feel as inspired as I used to be, felt like I was just a machine producing lyrics, so I figured now is a good time to take a break and be free of any pressures.”

Harry held her gaze for a second before nodding his head. “Yeah, I get that,” he said with a soft tone, “sometimes even the thing you love doing the most can get exhausting.”

Ellie breathed out a soft sigh, knowing the meaning behind his words.

“Well, look at you now, you’re the one in complete control, aren’t ya?” she nudged his thigh with her foot that was resting on the couch. He smiled at her words.

“Loved the new album, by the way,” she sat upright, as if she suddenly remembered that he released his second album not too long ago. “Never got to congratulate you on that.”

A bright smile graced Harry’s face. “Really? You did?”

She hummed in affirmation, “How could I not? It’s so fucking good. The lyrics, the melodies, everything. You were amazing, H.”

Ellie didn’t realise what she called him until the words were out of her mouth, but Harry didn’t seem to mind. She was well aware that they were not exactly friends, having met only a few times, and she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Harry avoided her gaze and bashfully stared at his lap, “Thank you, means a lot coming from you.”

A blush burned its way to Ellie’s cheeks, wondering what he meant exactly by that, but she didn’t question it.

“Uh,” Harry cleared his throat before continuing, “what’s your favourite song then?” He asked, looking up at her through his dark lashes.

“Oh that is a tough question,” Ellie set her drink down on the coffee table and turned to him, a serious expression etched on her face. “This is gonna take a while.”

After an intense and thorough explanation of why she can’t simply choose one favourite song off of Fine Line— because, Harry, I love every song too fucking much— Ellie noticed that she’s kept Harry busy for the last two hours.

Ellie started panicking. I wasted so much of his time! What if he didn’t even want to hang out with me?

“Oh God, Harry, I’m so sorry,” she started apologising, feeling her hands getting clammy, “I’ve wasted two hours of your time and you probably had things to do-”

Frowning at her words, Harry abruptly sat up from his previous laid back position on the couch. “’course you didn’t waste my time, love, don’t say that,”

“I didn’t have anything else to do today. Went out to do a shop and I planned to stay in and watch movies, so I’m glad I ran into you.”

Ellie’s shoulders visibly relaxed and a smile made its way onto her lips, “I’m glad I ran into you too, it was nice catching up.”

She had definitely missed the curly-haired boy; she was still having a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that he’s sitting right here on her couch, but she knew he had to go soon.

“It was, and I really hope we don’t spend another year without seeing each other again.”

Warmth coursed through her body. Me too.

Harry‘s mouth opened and closed, seeming as if he had something to say then decided against it. She noticed he was playing around with the rings on his fingers, twisting them around.

“Tell you what,” Harry started, turning his focus towards her again, “how about I give you my number? You know, in case of emergency or anything since we’re neighbours now.”

Ellie mentally cursed her genes as she could feel herself blushing again, for absolutely no reason. She’s always been the type of person to get flustered and blush at everything, just like her father. Be cool, Ellie, or he’s gonna think you’re weird.

She merely nodded her head in response and mechanically handed him her phone. Harry chuckled at her and grabbed the small device. He put in his number and gave her the device back, having put his contact name as “H. Styles”

“Just text me so I know it’s you, yeah?” he rose from the couch, stretching his muscles from sitting for too long. Ellie stood up too and walked him to the door, watching as he made his way into his own flat across the hall.

After unlocking his door, Harry turned back to face her. “Have a good night, yeah? Don’t hesitate to call or text me if you need any help, okay?”

Ellie wanted to take a picture of him right then and there. The dim lights in the hallway cast a soft glow on his face, making his features look even more ethereal and soft.

“You too,” She pulled a few strands of her hair behind her ear and leaned her body against her door frame. “And thank you, that’s very sweet of you.”

He flashed her another smile and put up his hand in a small wave, the both of them backing up into their own flats and ready to close the door.

Ellie wasn’t sure if it was just the lighting or if Harry was really blushing, but she likes to think that it was the latter.

Once she made it back into her living room, she picked up her phone and typed in a new message.

“Hey, it’s me, your weird neighbour across the hall :)”

And that’s all for part one guys! What do you think about it? This part is short because I’m just introducing the story and our main character Miss Ellie Heart, but the next ones are gonna be longer so brace yourselves. I’m so glad to finally get back to writing! Everyone is quarantined at home because of COVID-19 and I have more time on my hands now to write. Let me know what you think about this and if you’d like to read the next part, I’d really love to know what you guys think!

Remember, stay home and stay safe xx

#Alone Together #Harry Styles #Harry Styles imagines #Harry Styles fanfic #Harry Styles blurbs #Harry Styles writing #Harry Styles fluff

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wintaejk · 4 years

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Jungkook’s FIC REC | OS 2

I had too many links on the other post. Here is the second part of my Jungkook’s fic rec but with others themes.

Again, all those fictions belong to the amazing authors who wrote them, not me. I want to thank them once more.

(f) = fluff

(a) = angst

(m) = mature

magical au

— Trick or Treat: Howling for You (F) (M) — by @fortunexkookie

The way your Little Red Riding Hood costume lured over a fuckboy in a half-assed werewolf costume was a little cliche, but god damn was he beautiful. He promised he had plenty of big things to show you, and you took him up on the offer, not realizing that you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew.

werewolf au | established relationship | +14k

— rottenfolk (M) — by @junqkook

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

faerie au | royalty au | +13k

Commentary - If there’s only one one-shot I could recommend you to read of all tumblr, it would probably be this one. For me, it is rare to acheive such a level of mastery in fantasy fictions. Writing is already complicated, but when you have to place the readers in an unknown universe, it is even harder. However, the real brilliance of this story is the end. Because the end is supposed to satiate the reader in a way or another, it is supposed to offer what all the reader craved: a sort of closure. But here we all are, waiting for a sequel, because this story will make you want a next episode. And that is the brilliance, because you will surely never forget a story with that kind of power. So those are some of the reasons why this fiction is for me a mix of art, smartness and excellence ; and also why you would be missing something huge by not reading it.

— overdrive (M) — by @junqkook

you thought meeting jungkook was just a coincidence, but the universe didn��t deal in coincidences.

vampire au | soulmate au | enemies to lovers | +13k

— Crescent Bound - Jungkook (F) (M) — by @parkhabits

A pact bound by the moon. A secret kept only amongst themselves. Each of them experiencing their own cycles of heat.

werewolf au | friends to lovers | +12k

— Room 109 (M) — by @lavishedinjimin

Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch.

werewolf au | roommate au | alpha!jungkook | +6k

— after dark (M) — by @seokoloqy

Jungkook has served the royal family for generations, seen them live and die countless times. When it comes to you, he can’t watch you wither away too, but your lust for one another makes it harder and harder to stay apart.

vampire au | royalty au | knight!jungkook | +8k

— Life’s Blood (F) (A) (M) — by @littlenoona

You produce blood cells at an increased rate when blood is lost, effectively, you cannot bleed out. This ability has served you well so far, even gaining you a rare friend, and you’ve made it your source of income, but it also has its downsides, one of which you’ve managed to avoid successfully, until now.

vampire au | +13k

— you come in waves (A) (M) — by @angelguk

if jeongguk had a choice, he would destroy the sun. it’s not like he needed it for warmth due to his werewolf abilities making him a scorching radiator. it would also help his heart. because you look delectable in that stupid bikini.

werewolf au | friends to lovers au | 4k

— tell me your secrets (i’m all ears) (F) — by @jinpire

You’re not afraid of Jeon Jeongguk. Even if he’s probably some kind of bear or giant cat shifter, and just a hint of his irritation had your instincts vibrating beneath your skin like a live wire. Your thumb brushed over the plastic dome of mini-Levi’s head, taking comfort in the cartoon scowl and dead eyes, the tiny grey sticks of his 3DM gear. Small could be pretty fucking powerful too.

shifter au | college au | bunny!kook | +6k

drabbles: nooks and naps - foxie moxie (don’t pull my tail) - look before you leap - fluffles and kerfuffles

— Pomegranate Seeds (M) — by @taetaebaepsae

Jungkook thinks he’s found the perfect new roommate, but little doesn’t he know you’re just aching to corrupt him.

demon au | roommate au | virgin!jungkook | +4k

other themes

— Every Kind of Way (F) (M) — by @taehyungforreal

{Three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK.}

strangers to lovers | established relationship | +14k

Commentary - I remember when this fiction was posted. I read the teaser a few days before, and I was waiting for it. I remember the exact date of the release of this story, and let me tell you it never happens to me. But this is how much I liked this story. This masterpiece. This fiction is 95% made of smut. This is a warning if you don’t like that. However, what I like about Ashley’s works is that smut is not only smut (okay, sometimes it’s just pure filth but whatever). It’s not the first time I’ve read a piece of work of her and that I’ve been so thankful of reading her. Because the stories she writes are realistic. Sex is not always perfect. Sex is not always like in porn. Sex can be embarrassing. And this is why I love what Ashley writes, because she always have that realistic point of view on life. And sometimes it’s also nice to not turn everything into porn. What is very likeable - I said likeable? I meant loveable, sorry - about that story is also the three different stages of the relation of Jk and reader. This is also something I like about her writings. Life evolves, relationships evolve, and so does sex. So in this story, you will experience three different Jungkook. And it’s three reasons why you should read this fiction, three reasons why you will probably love it. One thing is sure, this chef-d’oeuvre will leave you wondering if your eyes have been burnt by the smuttiness or blessed by all the talent of this writer.

— tattooed two (ft. kth) (F) (M) — by @httpjeon

your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.

tattoo artist au | established relationship | poly au | +8k

— Inkling (A) (M) — by @gguksgalaxy

Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

tattoo artist au | +17k

— Freak-quency (M) — by @taehyungforreal

His eyes sparkle and he fights back a smile when he asks you why. “Is it because I didn’t give you something else to swallow like I said I would,” he questions, halfway through a much less subtle adjustment of his growing erection. Yoongi was right, he wants to be in trouble.

rockstar au | established relationship | +8k

— Boots (M) —

3000+ words of Ashley kinking on Jungkook’s boot. That’s it.

rockstar au | established relationship | part of Freak-quency | +3k

— Heartbreaker with a Heart of Gold (A) (M) — by @filmflowersbangtan

It was around this time almost three years ago when Jungkook moved to LA after his band got signed to a famous record label. He told you that he’d keep in contact with you. That he’d visit as much as he could. That he loved you. But about a month after leaving, he stopped texting and calling as much. And then a mere week after the band’s first EP dropped, Burning Rabbit was a sensation.

rocksatr au | ex lovers | +3k

— Brother’s best friend (M) — by @lavishedinjimin

In which Y/n owns a smut blog dedicated to her crush and brother’s best friend, jungkook. it was all fun and games until he finds out about it and acts it out with you.

brother’s best friend!jungkook | +5k

— Sugarplum Elegy (F) (A) (M) — by @bymoonchild

You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

friends with benefits | college au | idiots to lovers | +17k

— The Kids Aren’t Alright (F) (A) (M) — by @sketchguk

Sneaking around with Jeongguk during your Christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.

friends with benefits | pastor’s kid!reader | +10k

— Gym (F) (M) — by @hobiwonder

Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

business woman!reader | fratboy!jungkook | older reader | +8k

— Gravity Check (M) — by @gimmesumsuga

The one where Jungkook is your oh-so-handsome climbing instructor.

climbing instructors!jungkook | strangers to lovers | 14k

— The Monogamy Monologues (F) (M) — by @kpopfanfictrash

The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. (Part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series)

fuckboy!jungkook | wedding planner!reader | strangers to lovers | +42k

— The Virgin Volume (F) (A) (M) —

This fic exists in the RMCC universe. It takes place before RMCC and is the story of how Jungkook lost his virginity. To quote Seokjin/Namjoon: “What Jungkook doesn’t know won’t hurt him and – let’s be honest – his story is hilarious. One pump,” Seokjin laughs, sounding like a hyena. “One pump and he’s done.” // Ducking his head, Namjoon tries not to smile. “It was a rookie mistake,” he protests, defending their friend. “Jungkook was overexcited and couldn’t control himself. He got better.”

college au | friends to lovers | prequel to TMM | +6k

— everlasting (A — by @kimvvantae

being able to love the same person forever is a blessing given from the heavens. to you, however, eternity has become a curse.

reincarnation au | 18k

— Performances (M) — by @littlenoona

The same handsome guy has been appearing at your performances and you become more and more interested in who he is - now you’re dancing only for him, despite a hall full of people.

strangers to lovers | professional dancer!reader | +6k

— Matching Hearts (F) (A) — by @gukwluv

a drunk call to your ex boyfriend leads to a night of fun adventures that make you wonder why you even split in the first place.

exes au | +3k

— locker room talk (M) — by @minnpd

You end up having a rather heated talk with Jeon Jungkook in the locker room when he announces he has been chosen for the audition you both participated to.

dancer au | enemies to lovers | fuckboy!jungkook | +5k

— not quite lovers (M) — by @junqkook

hiring jeon jungkook as your personal assistant happens to have more than one perk.

workplace au | friends with benefits | ceo!reader | +15k

— By Its Cover (M) — by @gimmesumsuga

The one where Jungkook makes a very bad first impression.

workplace au | enemies to lovers | 21k

— Mind in the Gutter (F) (M) — by @kpopfanfictrash

Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

workplace au | bowling au | strangers to friends to lovers | +18k

#fic rec #jungkook fic rec #bts fic rec #jeon jungkook

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 67

warnings: mentions of blood Hold My Hand Masterlist

John was right about one thing: Jimmy is doing everything in his power to make you laugh and cheer you up. He’s somehow managed to find a karaoke bar and he’s singing loudly as the whole bar claps along with him.

Tess looks at Jimmy and points, “That’s my husband!”

You smile to yourself when you see how proud she is of him, and you couldn’t be happier for her. Jimmy has completely pulled Tess out of her shell. She was never quiet, that’s for sure, but she was never this…silly. Being with Jimmy has softened her, and you love it more than anything to see how happy and in love she is.

Watching the way the two of them are looking at each other makes you think of John, and you feel a twinge of jealousy. Not because you’re jealous of them, but you’re just jealous that he’s here…unlike John.

You still have a nagging feeling in your stomach, so you take a big sip of your drink. You’re not one to really drink alcohol, but it’s helping to ease your mind. Kind of. You reach into your purse and pull out your phone, and you’re shocked to see you have a text from John.

You open it and tears fill your eyes as you read it: I just got here, and I want to tell that I love you. I’ll be home sooner than I thought. I can’t wait to see you. I miss you so much already.

You know John doesn’t usually text you when he’s working and you don’t want to be a distraction, so you put your phone in your purse without texting him back. You can’t deny that his text boosted your mood though. You look up just as Jimmy gets back to the table, and he gestures to you for your thoughts.

“So, what did you think?” he asks, out of breath.

“I think you are a…surprisingly good singer.” you say and look at Tess, “I had no idea.”

Tess leans her head on his shoulder and smiles, “He’s so talented.”

“Oh, thanks, babe.” he says, leaning down to kiss her. “So, Tess told you that I wanted to get a tattoo, right? Well, I was instructed by John to distract as much as possible tonight, and I already looked it up and there’s a tattoo shop around the corner.”

“Okay.” you nod and look at Tess as she frowns.

“I can’t get one.” she points at her belly and slouches, “But as soon as…Finny James is born, I’m getting one. Maybe even two.”

“I see the nickname is growing on you.” you smile.

“Unfortunately.”

“You’re sure?” the tattoo artist asks, and you nod.

Tess is such a bad influence on you. When you came to the shop, you knew she’d try to convince you to get a tattoo, and now here you are, standing nervously in front of a mirror trying to figure out where the hell you can get a tattoo.

“I think I want it hidden somewhere.” you say, taking a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Oh, come on, just go full sleeve. John would probably die.” Jimmy says, and you look over at him as he clenches his fist and scrunches his face up while the tattoo artist continues on his tattoo on his bicep.

“Well, John is probably going to die either way. He’ll be so shocked that I did this, and he’ll probably be shocked that I didn’t wait for him. I had promised him that I’d get a tattoo with him. Not like…matching tattoos, but just something together. Okay, so kinda like matching tattoos, but less corny.” you say and continue looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Side boob?” Tess suggests, and you shrug. “Kinda sexy too, like on your side, but also kinda on your boob.”

“That’s...perfect actually. My bra strap and swimsuit tops would cover it.” you say and lay down on the tattoo bed. Tess lays Jimmy’s jacket over your chest as you pull the straps of your dress down and lay on your side, “Thanks.”

Tess holds her hand out in front of you and exhales, “Go easy on me.”

You sit down on the couch, wincing when you stretch a little too much on your left side. You don’t know if it’s because your mind was occupied with worrying about John, but the tattoo really didn’t hurt as bad as you thought.

Tess looks at you and smiles, “John is going to love your tattoo.”

“I sure hope so, since it’s, ya know, permanent.”

“When are you going to show him?” Jimmy asks, handing Tess a bottle of water.

“Well, I mean, he sees me naked every day, so there’s no way I could hide it from him for long. Might have to show him when he gets home.” you reach into your purse and pull out your phone, “He actually texted me about two hours ago. He said he’d be home sooner than he thought, but he’s obviously not back yet. I don't know how long his jobs take anyway. He's called before he’s left for a job, then he’ll call me again like three hours later to tell me that he's already home, but I don't think they're all that quick. He usually likes to scope everything out for a while first.”

“Do you text him back, or does he tell you not to?” Tess asks, leaning back on the couch.

“He’s never told me to not text him, but you know me, I don’t want to distract him.” you shrug and get up from the couch to get something to drink, “He actually never texts me. We usually FaceTime until he has to leave, and then when he gets home, we’ll FaceTime again. But it’s usually not until early in the morning.”

“Babe, you can go to bed.” Jimmy laughs a little as Tess yawns.

“I’m sorry, I’m so tired.” she frowns and gets up from the couch.

You lean against the back of the couch and look at Tess, “I’m going to stay up until John gets home, but I just want to change into my pajamas. I’ll probably just find a movie on TV and watch it. Or at least try.”

Jimmy pats her thigh and smiles, “I’m going to stay up with her though, just until John gets back.”

Tess can tell you’re worried about John and she nods, “Oh, well, I’ll watch a movie with you. Just let me change into your pajamas and you pick the movie.”

The three of you have crammed yourselves on the couch, and Tess is laying with her head against Jimmy’s shoulder. She’s fighting to keep her eyes open, but she’s just so tired. Her eyes finally drift shut, and Jimmy wraps a blanket over the two of them.

“She’s precious, isn’t she?”

You chuckle a little, “Yeah, when she’s not talking.”

Jimmy lets out a small laugh as he looks at you, then he looks back at Tess and rubs her cheek, “I love her so much.”

“She loves you.” you smile and look over at Jimmy. “I know she can be a little blunt sometimes and hard to read, but she really does love you. I mean, you know that of course, she married you.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice to hear her sister say it.” he says, grinning from ear to ear. He watches you look down at your phone again and he clears his throat, “No news from John?”

“No, it’s been almost four hours now.” you say and shrug, “I don’t want him to rush, but I’m just worried, especially after he said he would be home sooner. Makes me wonder if something went wrong. I just worry about him so much.”

“Understandably so.”

You frown a little, contemplating if you want to be this vulnerable with Jimmy. He's only ever been nice to you, so you figure it's okay. Plus he's known John longer than you have, so it might be kind of nice to hear what he has to say.

Taking a deep breath, you look over at Jimmy and shrug, “He was right earlier when he said I was only so worried because I was here. I mean, he was somewhat right. I worry about him a lot when he'd work and I was at home. But I do think I'm a little more worried because I'm just sitting here waiting for him. It makes me wonder what would happen if, god forbid, he was...”

“Yeah.” Jimmy nods, thankfully not letting you finish the sentence.

“What would I even do? How would I even find out about it? Would someone tell me? Come to my house and let me know? Would Winston show up at my house and tell me that he was dead?” you sigh, shaking your head at the thought, “I just worry about him so damn much, but I can't make him walk away from that life. He has to want it himself.”

Jimmy reaches out to touch your shoulder, “I know it's hard not to, but I honestly don't think you need to really worry about John. I don't mean this to be...rude, but you have no idea how good John is at his job. He's amazing. He's literally like a one man army, no one really wants to fuck with John.”

“Yeah.” you nod, and a silence falls over the room for a few short minutes.

“You know, I didn’t know Helen.” he says, and you look over at him and let out a small laugh. “I knew John before he met her, but once they started seeing each other, I never went over to his house. They dated and got married within six months, I believe. It was super quick.”

You look down at Tess on his shoulder and laugh, “You’re one to talk.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “I’m not saying it was a bad thing. I think if you’re in love and you want to be with that person, you shouldn’t wait if you don’t want to.”

“That’s true.”

“Anyway, I had seen John a few times with Helen at the store, but we didn’t really talk. Only a quick conversation.” he says and wraps his arm around Tess tighter, “But he was happy, I could tell.”

“Are you trying to make me feel better, or…?”

“Yes,” he sits up a little and laughs, “Yeah, I am. He was happy with Helen, and she was great. I only talked to her a few times, but she was really nice. She made John really happy, I could see it when I saw him. But the way John is with you…”

“A good thing?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “A great thing. I’ve never seen him like this. He loves you a lot, and that’s not to say he didn’t love Helen. It was just…”

“Different.” you say, finishing his sentence.

“Every time he leaves for work, he calls me and makes sure that I’ll keep an extra close eye on you. He knows that you’re fine, but he still worries. I know I’ve told you about how John mentioned you and said he wanted to talk to you, but I don’t think you realize how scared he was to actually talk to you.”

“I don’t know why, I’m definitely not intimidating.” you laugh.

“You were to him, you still are. He says you can be very…unpredictable sometimes.” he laughs, “When he was going to propose, he came over and freaked out for about an hour. Kept saying he couldn’t handle you rejecting him. He went through every possible scenario, had an outcome -- positive and negative for each. Tess calmed him down, and he finally realized how stupid he was being. There was no way you were going to reject him, and he knew that.”

You look down at your engagement ring and smile, “I would never reject him.”

“And we told him that over and over.” Jimmy laughs and watches you as you spin your ring on your finger.

“He’s just…silly sometimes.” you laugh, “I can’t pretend I’m not as well, sometimes I wonder what the fuck he sees in me. Wonder when he’s going to drop me.”

“Not going to happen. I can say that with one hundred percent certainty.”

You look up at Jimmy and smile, “Thanks.”

“When I’d see him with Helen, they were so…mature.” Jimmy looks at you and shakes his head, “I don’t know a better word. But they seemed like they had been married for 20 years, probably had a routine, and I’m sure John loved it. You know him.”

“I do.” you laugh, nodding your head. “I kind of ruined his whole routine thing he had going. Always was up by 6, had his coffee, took Bleu for a walk, showered, then he’d go about his day binding some books and doing other shit. I mean, I wouldn’t stop him if that’s what he wanted to do now. Just don’t wake me up.”

Jimmy laughs, “Yeah, well, I’m sure he has a hard time leaving his bed nowadays.”

You roll your eyes a little at Jimmy, then you look down at your hands, “Now I feel bad for ruining his routine and everything that he had all planned out.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t feel bad. He’s really spontaneous now, so…full of life. You really bring out the best in John. This side of John, I have never seen and it’s all because of you. He’s never gotten to be himself before, even with Helen, but you have given him the opportunity.” Jimmy says as you begin to tear up, “I don’t think you’ll ever realize how important you are to him.”

You wipe away a tear on your cheek and smile, “You’re making me cry, Jimmy.”

“And he clearly can’t keep his hands to himself.” he says, and you immediately begin to blush. “You know I knew something was going on at the club when I saw your face, and then Tess told me and I was shocked. I had no idea John would do something like that, but again, he can’t keep his hands to himself.”

You laugh loudly and cover your mouth to not wake Tess up, “Jimmy, please stop.”

“Seriously though, he really is so happy with you.” he says and reaches out for your shoulder again, “You’ve changed his life, you have no idea. Never doubt your role in his life.”

You look at Jimmy and smile, “Thank you, that means a lot to me. It’s nice to hear that from his best friend.”

Jimmy perks up a little and smiles wide, “You really think I’m his best friend?”

“Jimmy, please,” you roll your eyes and laugh, “Yes! Of course you are.”

He looks down with a smile on his face, then he looks up at you again, “Wow. That’s really cool.”

You’re sure Jimmy probably didn’t have many close friends growing up, and as you get older it’s always hard to find true friends. You’re lucky that you have Tess, but at the end of the day, she’s your sister. She kinda has no choice but to be your friend. But you like to think that she’d be your best friend no matter what.

John definitely didn’t have many friends -- he still doesn’t. But he’s gotten closer to Jimmy over the past few years, and even Aurelio. They’re both his closest friends, and John has told you many times that they are two of the few people who truly know what John has been through.

“Hey, can I tell you something?”

You look up at Jimmy and nod, “Of course.”

Jimmy smiles, “Well, this morning when John and I were out, he…asked me to be his best man. I’m sure you already knew he was going to ask, but I haven’t even told Tess yet.”

You laugh quietly, reaching out to touch Jimmy’s shoulder, “We already talked about it, and I think it’s a great idea. I can’t imagine anyone else standing up there with us. Tess, of course, is my maid of honor. I know I’m going to ask her in some big way, I’ll make a huge deal about it for her.”

Jimmy laughs, “Oh, she’ll love that.”

Tess starts to move around and she snuggles closer to him, then sits up. “Whoa. When did I fall asleep?”

“About an hour ago.” he say and pulls her back into his arms.

You hear a faint knock at the door and look over your shoulder at the door, “Did you hear that?”

You hear it again and start to get up when Jimmy stops you, then he carefully gets up from the couch to answer the door. He opens the door, and you lean back a little to see who it is.

“Holy shit, man!” Jimmy says, and you immediately get up from the couch. “How long have you been out here?”

“Hey, only a few minutes. My leg gave out and I don’t have my room key.”

You hear John’s voice and walk closer to the door with a little pep in your step, but you quickly cover your mouth with your hands when you catch a glimpse of John’s face covered in blood and tiny cuts as Jimmy helps him off the floor.

The knot that has been in your stomach tightens even more when you see John; bloody, bruised, and struggling to walk. He winces every time he puts pressure on his left leg, and Tess reaches out to help lead him to the bed.

Tears fill your eyes, and John shakes his head when he sees you, “I’m fine. Sweetheart, I’m fine.”

“Jonathan, baby…” you reach out for John and cup his face, frantically looking him over as you try not to sob, “Oh, my god!”

“I’m fine, just a couple…cuts.” he says and presses his hand to your cheek, “I’m fine.”

“Jesus Christ, John. What happened?” Tess says, ripping the blankets off the bed so he can lay down and not stain them all.

“Work.” he chuckles, wincing as he lays back on the bed.

You’re still in shock, and when you look at your hands, you notice they’re covered in blood from John’s face. You ball your hands up into fists and try to be as brave as possible, but you’re frozen in place. The fear of John being severely hurt has completely immobilized you, and you watch as Jimmy and Tess help John get settled on the bed. The way he’s wincing you know it’s more than a couple of cuts, and he grimaces as he lays back and exhales shakily.

“Take off your jacket.” Tess says, and John squints his eyes when she shines her flashlight from her phone in his face.

“What?”

“I said take off your damn jacket!” she repeats and helps him sit up.

John groans in pain as he sits up a little to take off his jacket, and Tess uses the flashlight to look over the rest of his upper body. She hands her phone to Jimmy and starts to unbutton John’s shirt and tears his undershirt open.

“Wow, really?” he laughs, then he points at you, “My fiancee is right there, and I’m not into you like that.”

“Listen, I’m going to be as nice as possible, but shut the fuck up, John.” she rolls her eyes jokingly, and the two of them start to laugh.

He’s obviously not in too much pain since he’s laughing and joking with Tess, but you don’t see the humor in this situation. You take a few steps forward and exhale in relief when you don’t see any blood on his chest or stomach, but you notice a few bruises forming already. Something on John’s thigh is catching the light and shining, and you suddenly realize why he’s in so much pain.

“Oh, my god!” you gasp and point to John’s leg, “You have a shard of glass in your leg!”

John leans up a little to see it and he rubs his hand over it, flinching when he feels it. He looks at his hand to see the blood, then lays back on the bed, “Yeah, I knew I got stabbed but I didn’t know if it was glass or a knife. I thought he pulled it out, but I guess not.”

You all look over and see a small woman standing in the doorway; you were too focused on John that you didn’t notice Jimmy had left to call for the doctor. She’s wearing dark blue scrub pants and her scrub shirt is covered in tiny flowers. She looks like she should be working in a children’s hospital, not a hotel for the world’s deadliest assassins. Her hair is the prettiest shade of brown you’ve ever seen, and it’s tucked neatly into a bun. She looks like she’s in her 50s, but then again, you’re terrible with age since you thought John was in his 40s.

“Hey, John.” she sighs and pulls up a chair next to the bed, “Been a while.”

“Yeah,” he props himself up on his elbows and smiles, “How are you?”

“Been pretty good. Working a lot.” she says and sits back in the chair as the two talk like old friends. “Still in New York City? I feel like I haven’t seen you around here a lot lately.”

“Yeah, just outside of the city.” he nods and gives you a small wink, “I like to work closer to home now – when I’m working.”

“I see.” she says and crosses her arms. “You take a lot of time off nowadays I’ve heard. Still keeping one foot in the door, so to say.”

John nods and looks at you again, “Yeah, I have other things to focus on now. Better things.”

You shake your head at John, and he looks back at the doctor. He knows you’re upset and he’s trying to be as sweet as possible so you’re not mad. You’re not mad at him, you’re just…sad. No one wants to see someone they love this way.

“How are the kids?” John asks, wincing a little.

“They’re great, getting so big.” she says and reaches into her bag to pull out some gloves, “I hate it. I don’t want my babies to leave me.”

“Your youngest is ten, right?” he asks, and she nods. “Well, you still got her for a few more years.”

“That’s true, but she’s all sass right now. I hate it.”

“So, she’s like her mom?” he teases, and she rolls her eyes.

“Take off your pants.” she gestures for John to stand up, and you reach out for his hands. She looks around at Jimmy and Tess and smiles, “You got a few friends here with you, John.”

“Yeah, that’s my friend, Jimmy, and his wife, Tess.” John rests his hands on your shoulders as you unbuckle his belt, and he tries to fight the smile spreading across his face as he watches you. He kisses your forehead as you struggle with his belt, and you close your eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth from his lips on your forehead. His thumb is on your cheek wiping away the tear that’s slowly falling, and he kisses your forehead again.

You let out a small whimper when you see the glass in his leg as you carefully start to pull his pants off, trying your best to avoid it and not cause any further injury. The problem is you know he’s going to need to bend his knee a little to get out of his pants.

“We should have just cut your pants.” you whisper, looking down at his leg.

“I like these pants.” John says, hoping to make you laugh as you kneel in front of him.

You look up at John as he watches you, and you frown, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears on your cheek, “This might hurt a little bit, okay, baby? But I’m going to need you to just bend your knee so I can get these off.”

“Okay.” he says quietly, then he takes a deep breath.

Placing your hand on the back of his knee, you help him bend his leg just enough to tug his pants off, but your hand is covered in even more blood as a result. You look up at John as he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw.

From what you can tell, the cut is deep and rigid, and he’ll probably need quite a few stitches. It’s still bleeding quite heavily, and you’re hoping the doctor will get it stitched up quickly. Your mom was a nurse for your entire childhood, so you’d know how to clean his wounds, but stitching him up? You have no idea where you’d even start.

The room has fallen silent as you help John, and you hear Jimmy clear his throat so everyone turns their attention away from you.

“Hi, I’m Irene.” the doctor says, reaching out to shake their hands. “Have you two known John for long?”

Jimmy sits down in the chair next to her and smiles, “Yeah, I’ve known John for quite a few years.”

Tess shakes her head and sits down on the bed, “I just met John last fall. It’s been a whirlwind getting to know him, but he’s a good guy. I love him! He’s a great guy for my sister.”

“He is a great guy.” Irene nods, then looks at you as you help John on the bed. “And who is this? The sister, I assume.”

“This…” John grabs your wrist to stop you from standing up, and he pulls back down to sit with him and he smiles wide, “This is Y/N, my fiancee.”

“Your fiancee?” she asks in disbelief, and she immediately reaches out to shake your hand, “Hi!”

When you reach out for her hand, you see yours is still covered in blood and you start to tear up, “I’m…so sorry.” you take several breaths and look up at her again, reaching out to shake her hand with your left hand instead, “Hi.”

“Oh, she is sweet, John. And that ring! Wow!” she says, and you look down at John as he grins from ear to ear. She looks down at his leg and sucks in a breath, “Looks nasty, but we’ll get him fixed up and he’ll be fine. Nothing life threatening. Okay?”

“Okay.” you nod and smooth John’s hair out of his face, “Are you comfortable? Do you need a pillow? Maybe some water?”

John shakes his head and smiles, “Nope.”

“I’ll be right back.”

You quickly get up from the bed and head for the bathroom, then you lean back against the door and press a towel to your mouth as you begin to sob. You’re hoping that the four of them are talking so they can’t hear you as you cry.

“Fuck.” you whisper quietly, swallowing hard and trying to calm yourself down. “He’s okay, he’s here, he’s alive.”

You head for the sink and wash the blood off your hands, watching it disappear down the drain. Irene must have pulled the glass out of John’s leg since you hear him swear loudly, and you squeeze your eyes closed, praying like hell this is all just some bad dream.

You had a bad feeling tonight wasn’t going to end as well as you wanted. You got your hopes up when John texted and said he’d be home sooner. You’re not mad at John for taking a job, and if you’re mad at anyone, you’re mad at yourself. You told him to take a job, and now you’re kicking yourself more than ever for it.

You wet a washcloth with warm water and add a small amount of soap to it, then head back out to clean John up. When you open the door, you see Jimmy and Tess standing and waiting to say goodnight.

“We’re going to our room. If you need anything at any time, let me know.” Tess says, reaching out to hug you. She squeezes you in her arms and leans back to tap you on the nose, “I love you.”

“Love you.” you say, and Jimmy reaches out to hug you and kiss the top of your head. “Thanks for trying to distract me tonight. It did help…for a bit.”

“Hey, it’s the least I could do.” he looks over his shoulder at John and laughs when John waves at the three of you. Jimmy looks back at you as you wipe away your tears. “He’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah.” you sniffle and exhale loudly as you walk back over to John.

John begins to cough, and he shakes his head as you walk over to the fridge to get him something to drink. He never knows how to just let someone cater to him. You sit down on the bed next to him, giving him a weak smile, and you help him sit up a little so he can take a drink of water. Almost without taking a breath, he finishes the bottle of water, then lays back down.

“I got something to clean off your face…and your body. I had blood on my hands and it’s all over your arms now.”

“Thanks.” he laughs and cups your face, wiping the tear off your cheek with his thumb, “You look beautiful tonight.”

“You look like shit.” you laugh, then immediately feel bad. “Sorry.”

“Gonna say you told me so?” he whispers, still cupping your face.

“No,” you chuckle, holding up John’s arm to wipe away the bloody hand print you left. You carefully clean the cuts on John’s face and give him a small smile, “Just happy to see you’re in one piece.”

Irene is cleaning off John’s leg and she sighs, “He got you a few times. Not too deep though, except for where he left the glass. You need to be careful with this leg, John. There is so much scarring here. Clearly you’ve been stabbed one too many times here.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “They tend to go for the same spot now.”

Irene looks up at John and sighs, “They know it’s a weak spot.”

John looks at you again and sees you looking at his leg as you fight back more tears. He cups your face in his hand again and pats your cheek, “Hey.”

“What?”

“Gimme a kiss, I missed you.” he says, then he pulls you down to kiss him and he smiles when you sit back up, “How was your night?”

“Jonathan, I…” you gesture to him on the bed and shake your head, “You’re laying here with glass in your leg and you’re wondering how my night went?”

“Well, the glass isn’t in my leg anymore, and yeah.” he laughs and reaches for your hand, “What did you three do? Oh, did you like that restaurant?”

You rub your temples and laugh, “You are unbelievable.”

“He is.” Irene laughs and looks up at him, “One of my first nights working here, I got a call about someone who had gotten shot, so I made my way up here. I had heard about John Wick before, but I hadn’t met him yet.”

You look at her as she stops working on John’s leg and she sits back in her chair, getting comfortable to tell her story. You’re a bit shocked that John doesn’t seem to be in any pain whatsoever. He keeps a tight grip on your hand and he rubs his thumb over your engagement ring, and you smile to yourself a little.

“I got up here and knocked on the door, John answered and I was just…in awe.” she looks at you and smiles, “Everyone says how scary John is – and trust me, he is. I’ve seen it. But when I came up here, I had no idea what this guy was going to look like. I had all the stereotypical bad guy images in my head – not that he's a bad guy, of course – but the way people talk about him, I had a whole different image in my head. Anyway, when he opened the door, well, to be quite honest, I nearly fainted. He’s very handsome.”

“He is.” you smile and look down at John as his cheeks grow red.

“Don’t worry, I’m happily married. Twenty five years.” she says, pointing at her ring. “And yes, it’s possible. Anyway, I got up here and John immediately asked if I wanted anything to drink, wanted me to be comfortable. It took him all of two minutes to figure out that I was pregnant. I was hardly even showing at the time, it was my first baby.”

“Looking back now, that was probably incredibly rude of me. I’m so sorry.” he laughs, and she taps his arm.

“I thought it was sweet.” she looks back at you and smiles, “I got the bullet out, stitched him up, and talked his ear off the whole time – I was very nervous. And now, well, it’s been so long, John and I have gotten to know each other pretty well. Well enough, I suppose. I know he isn’t much of a talker to some people, so it was nice that he did talk to me.”

“Well, your hands were shaking and you had to pull a bullet out of my stomach, so yeah, I thought I’d talk to you to calm you down.” John laughs and looks over at Irene, “I just kept hoping like hell you knew what you were doing.”

Irene tilts her head back and laughs, “Yeah, I did, but god, I was nervous. Not only because you’re so damn handsome, but because you’re…”

You smile and lean closer to John’s face, “Baba Yaga.”

“I mean, I’m the doctor here, so I’m off limits, but sometimes some of these people aren’t as kind as John is. John is just so different from a lot of these people here, he doesn’t flaunt it in your face that he’s John Wick. He doesn’t expect special treatment, he’s just a really, really good guy.” she looks down at John, then up at you, “I see why you’re so in love with him, he’s a gem.”

You nod, “He is.”

She starts to work on John’s leg again and he winces a little as she stitches it up. He looks up at you, and you smile as you wipe off the rest of the blood on his face.

“There.” you whisper and lean down to kiss him again, “I’ll grab some bandages later, but for now, that’s much better. They’re not bleeding, so I think you’re good for now.”

John cups your face in both of his hands and pulls you down to lay next to him, “So, how was your night?”

“It was fine, the restaurant was really good. I brought home my leftovers for you. Some pasta, oh, and I made sure to get some extra breadsticks for you.”

John closes his eyes and clenches his fist, “Yes!”

“Jimmy found a karaoke bar somehow, and of course, made an absolute fool out of himself.” you look up at John, and he kisses your forehead, “Then we went to a tattoo parlor.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you laugh and sit up a little, “Jimmy got a tattoo for Tess.”

“Did you get one?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You know you can’t just lift up your shirt and show John right now, so you decide to lie. “No,” you shake your head and smile, “Thought about it.”

You lay on your stomach next to John, and he brushes your hair out of your face as his gaze falls from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes. He wants to kiss you. Maybe he doesn’t know it, but he tends to do that a lot when he wants to kiss you. You pucker your lips and lean down to kiss John, then you press your lips to his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I should have listened to you.” he whispers, and you shake your head, trying to stop him from apologizing. “You had a bad feeling – a gut feeling – I should have listened to it.”

“It’s okay.” you lean in to kiss John several times, maybe a little too passionately since it’s not just the two of you in the room. You sit back up and rub your thumb over his beard, “It’s okay, Jonathan.”

Irene is staring at you and John, and she shakes her head when you look up at her, “I’m sorry. I’ve just…never seen John like this. It’s nice.”

“I hear that a lot.” you say, holding tight to John’s hand, “That people have never seen John like this.”

“He’s so…guarded and quiet when he’s here, keeps to himself a lot of the time.” she says, wrapping a bandage around John’s leg, “You might catch him in the bar just grabbing a drink, but he’s usually just in his room, keeping to himself. Like I said, he talked to me and he opened up a little to me, but it was vague stuff.”

“Yeah, I got the vague stuff at first, too.” you laugh.

“But you stuck around long enough for him to finally trust you. You’re here, so you’ve accepted him for him.” she says, then gestures to John’s leg, “This isn’t an easy thing to deal with, and I’d say you did pretty well.”

“She did great.” John says, kissing your hand.

You scoff and roll your eyes, “Yeah, I guess if you consider having a meltdown in the bathroom great, then yeah, I did great.”

“I always told John he needed to leave this stuff behind. After all he’s been through, he needs a quiet life – he deserves it.” she says, looking back and forth between the two of you, then she looks at John and smiles, “What did I tell you the last time I saw you?”

John laughs quietly and sits up a little, “You told me that I needed quit working or else I’d get myself killed.”

“And…”

“And that I needed to find a nice girl and settle down again.” John says, rubbing his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “Maybe start a family.”

Irene starts to pack her things in her bag, and you help John move back in the bed more, then you grab the blankets from the floor to cover him up. She leans down, patting John’s cheek and points at you, “You have a good one here, you better not let her go.”

“I don’t plan on it.” he says, squeezing your hand in his.

“I’ll be right back.” you kiss John on the cheek and walk with Irene to the door, “Thank you so much, sorry I was a mess. I’m not – well, actually I’m usually a mess when it comes to John.”

She laughs and reaches out to touch your shoulder, “That’s okay, he needs someone to look after him. He got a bit reckless there for a moment, but he seems like he’s doing well.”

“Yeah.”

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle of pills, then hands them to you, “Make sure he takes these. He never listens to me when I try to give them to him, but I figured he’ll listen to you. This will help with any pain he might have. He’ll definitely need one tonight. Knowing John, he’ll plan on walking around on it all day with no medication, so I’m hoping you can convince him to take them.”

“Just the whole pill? With food?”

“Yes, and preferably with food otherwise he’ll get a stomach ache. He needs to take one in the morning and one at night. He might get a little drowsy after, so make sure he’s not driving.” she says and opens the door, “I know you will, but…take good care of him.”

“I will.” you smile, tearing up.

She reaches out to touch your shoulder again and she smiles, “He deserves you.”

Walking back into your room, you chuckle to yourself, “I feel like I just got your mother’s approval. She told me that you deserve me.”

John laughs quietly, “Irene is a good egg. She’s always been nice to me.”

You see John flipping through the TV, and he smiles wide when he looks at you until you hold up the bottle of pills. “You’re taking these.”

John shakes his head, “No.”

You let out a laugh and grab the bloody towels on the floor, “What are you? Five years old?”

John winces as he sits up, and he watches you clean the droplets of blood he’s left on the floor, “You don’t have to do that. I can call someone to clean it up. Baby, don’t do that. STOP!”

“What?” you look up at him and shake your head, “Don’t yell, Tess and Jimmy are sleeping.”

“You don’t want to look at my blood all over the floor. I don’t want you to look at my blood all over the floor.”

“It’s okay.” you wave John off and finish cleaning it up, then throw the towels in the washer and head back over to John, “I like having a washing machine in here. They don’t have those in New York, do they?”

“No.” John shakes his head and watches you crawl back into bed next to him, “Plus this is the nicest room here, so it’s quite a bit bigger than the others.”

“Oh, yes, the benefits of being John Wick.” you look at John and scratch your fingers over his chest, “So, aside from getting stabbed in the leg, how was work?”

“It was fine.” he holds up his phone and frowns, “It’s broken.”

“What?” you take his phone from him and see the screen is shatters to bits. “Oh, well, that’s not good.”

John pulls you to sit between his legs, then he leans forward to kiss you, “I’ll just get a new one when I get home. The only people who call me are all here with me anyway. Oh, fuck…”

You look up at John and widen your eyes, “What?”

“All my pictures.” he tilts his head back against the headboard and sighs, “All my pictures of my girl, all my pictures of me and my girl!”

You chuckle softly and cup his face, “It’s fine. We’ll go tomorrow and get you a new phone. They're backed up on your phone, so all we have to do is get a new phone. It's fine.”

Your attention is pulled down to John’s leg, and you sigh as you lightly rub your thumb over the bandage.

“I’m okay.” he says as you stare at the bandage on his leg, “Hey, look at me. I’m fine. I like having you here, by the way. I liked coming back and knowing you’d be here.”

“What if I wasn’t?”

“Well, where else would you be?” he laughs and pulls your legs around his waist, trying to avoid his bandage, “If you came here with me again, you’d be here by yourself unless you brought Tess, which I’d be fine with.”

“I know, but what would have happened if I wasn’t here when you got back? You would just sit in the hallway until I got back here?”

“Yeah, or I’d call you and tell you that you needed to come back…when you’re ready. I don’t mind waiting.” he smiles.

“Your phone is wrecked, so you wouldn't have been able to call me. You don't even know my number by heart.” you say, and John immediately rattles off your phone number. You rub your hands over your face and sigh, “You would have died.”

“I would not have died. You’re being dramatic now.” John pulls you into his chest and laughs, “I love having you here. I like coming back and knowing if I had a shitty day, you’re here to make it better. Holding you after a really bad day is the only thing that makes me feel better sometimes.”

“Okay, well, now you’re being really sweet so maybe I’m changing my mind. I’ll think about it.” you say, and John laughs as he squeezes you tighter. His hand is right over your tattoo, and it hurts. “Ouch.”

“Too hard? Sorry, I missed you a lot, and I haven’t had a chance to really hug or kiss you.” he says, leaning forward to kiss you. He hums obnoxiously against your lips and closes his eyes as he tilts his head back, “So good.”

You laugh at John as you get off the bed to grab the pills Irene gave you, “You’re taking these.”

John pouts a little, and you know he’s hoping you’ll give in to him. You roll your eyes and grab a bottle of water from the fridge and walk over to John.

“You pouting is not going to change my mind. I know you’re in pain.” you say, handing John the pill and water.

He sighs loudly and takes a big gulp of water, then opens his mouth to show you that he’s swallowed the pill. “Thanks, Doc.”

“You know I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want you in pain.” you grab some crackers and hand them to John, “You have to eat too, otherwise you’ll get an upset stomach from the pills.”

“Now I know how you feel.”

“No,” you shake your head and sit on the end of the bed, “You are ten times worse. You practically shoved a sandwich down my throat once.”

John laughs loudly and even though he has cuts scattered all over his face, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He looks down at your nightgown and frowns dramatically.

“I know, I changed into my pajamas when we got back here. I figured you’d text me when you were on your way home and I’d have enough time to…well, take my clothes off.” you laugh and look down at your sweater, “Then I got cold, so…”

“Well, are you cold now?” John asks, reaching for your hands, “You can take your clothes off now…”

“John, no.” you laugh, shaking your head, “You just took that medicine, you’d fall asleep half way through.”

John shakes his head, “I think you’re underestimating how good you are.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, then you look over your shoulder to see Tess peeking around the corner.

“Hey,” she says quietly and takes a few steps in, “You okay, John?”

“Yeah,” he nods, waving her over and she sits on the bed next to him, “Thanks for earlier.”

She leans her head against his shoulder and sighs, “It was nothing.”

“I heard Jimmy got a tattoo for you.”

She looks up at you and you shake your head slightly, hoping she won’t tell John that you got one. She laughs and looks up at John, “Yeah, on his bicep. Pretty big, I was surprised.”

“What is it?”

Tess lets out a laugh and pulls out her phone to show John, “It’s a wolf, which is my favorite animal, but one side is all flowers. He’ll go back in a few months to get it colored.”

“He was pretty brave, I think he only swore a few times.” you laugh and move closer to John and Tess. She scoots over, and you squeeze between the two of them. “He did say he doesn’t understand how you have so many big ones on your back.”

John laughs and shrugs as he eats a cracker, “I got them so long ago, I can’t even remember what it felt like.”

“Okay, Old Man Wick.” Tess laughs as she wiggles down under the blankets, “What are we watching?”

You look over at Tess and laugh, “You have a TV in your room, and you have a husband in there.”

“Yeah, but he’s snoring.” she looks up at you and smiles, “Does John snore?”

You help John scoot down the bed and reach over him to turn off the lamp, “Sometimes.”

John looks at you and laughs, “Really? You’ve never said anything before.”

“Yeah, it’s really…breathy.” you say as Tess laughs. “It’s so cute. He’s a really quiet sleeper though, sometimes I gotta lean over and make sure he’s still breathing. Freaks me out. Sometimes when he gets home from a job and he’s really exhausted, he’ll actually snore a little louder, but I don’t mind that. I just turn our fan on louder to drown it out.”

“Well, he has to do something that you hate.” she says and rubs her stomach.

“Hmm,” you tilt your head back against the pillow as you think and tap your finger to your chin.

John laughs, “You have to think, so that makes me feel a little better.”

“He’s always really warm. But with summer, it sucks because it’s always so hot in our bed at night. I have a fan in my face always, which you know that, but we usually have the air really cold in the house now because well, this might come as a surprise, but…” you look at Tess and smile, “John is very clingy.”

Tess laughs and points at John’s arm over your waist, “I can see that.”

“So now I just sleep naked.” you smile at John and pucker your lips for a kiss, “No point in wearing clothes if I’m going to be waking up in the night just to take them off.”

“You are always really warm.” Tess says, reaching across you to feel John’s arm.

“He just radiates heat.”

“Well, now that’s just soft.” Tess says, then starts to laugh, “But what’s something that’s really annoying that he does?”

“He downplays a lot of things.” you say, and John looks down at you again.

“You answered that quickly, I’ll try not to be offended.”

You shrug and look back at Tess, “I hate how a situation is bad and he acts like it’s fine. Just earlier for example: he has glass in his leg, he’s trailing blood all through the room, and he just laughs and makes jokes.”

“Yeah, but he was doing that so you wouldn’t be any more upset, so that the situation wasn’t bad.”

You take a deep breath and exhale, “Yeah, but I’m seeing my fiance being carried to the bed because he can barely walk, he’s bleeding from his leg and has cuts scattered all over his face. The situation was as bad as it could get.”

“Could have been worse.” he says, kissing your forehead, “I could have been shot.”

You look up at John and give him a dirty look, “Why would you even say that?”

John wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, tickling you with his beard, and you laugh as you squirm away from him. Tess is watching the two of you and she smiles when you look at her.

“What’s something she does that you hate, John? Any annoying habits?”

“When she gets out of the shower, she wrings her hair out on the carpet and without fail, I step in it with clean socks. We’ve had many discussions about that.” he laughs, shaking his head when you giggle a little, “She sometimes kicks me in her sleep. We’re lucky we have a king sized bed, but she’s usually curled into a ball next to me, which is pretty cute. I’ve found out that holding her, like spooning her, keeps her from kicking me though.”

“She does kick in her sleep! We shared a bed for a while when mom was redoing my room, and she just kicked me all night.” Tess laughs, “If only I knew you just needed to be spooned.”

“I think the most annoying thing she does though is just being so hard on herself. The way she talks to herself sometimes pisses me off. She puts herself down a lot, blames herself for things when something doesn’t go right.” he sighs and looks at you, “You’re the most amazing person I know, and I’m not just saying that as your fiance. I thought you were amazing before I even met you. And just like you’re helping me see that I’m a good man, I’m helping you see how amazing you are.”

“Okay,” Tess rolls her eyes, “You two are still being sweet to each other. Meanwhile I hate when Jimmy chews loudly, he leaves the toothpaste on the counter and I always end up sticking my hand in it. He does the stupid thing where he points at my shirt and says ‘what’s that?’ then he flicks my nose.”

“What a dad.” you laugh.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love him, and I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else. No matter what. He’s the one for me, but damn, he’s lucky I can actually handle him. You never could.”

You laugh loudly and look at Tess, “Good, because you and John would literally be like cats and dogs. You love each other like brother and sister, but you two would hate each other if you were actually like…together.”

“Whatever, we’d get along wonderfully.”

You look over at John as he slowly shakes his head, and you laugh again, “No. No offense, Tess, and I mean this is the nicest way, but you…are a brat.”

She opens her mouth to argue, then she laughs, “You are completely right.”

“I have a hard enough time with her.” John says, gesturing to you, “You would probably cause me to rip my hair out.”

Tess pulls back, offended, “Okay, I’m not that bad.”

John nods and smiles when he looks down at you, “Yeah, you’re just not…her.”

“I so badly wish I could be offended, but that was too sweet.” she says, snuggling down in the bed, “Oh, if you haven’t noticed, I’m sleeping in your bed.”

“We noticed.” you and John say at the same time.

You lay on your side to face John and you lean up to kiss him, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” he smiles, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

“If you need anything in the night, just wake me up, okay?” you say, and John nods his head.

You know he won’t wake you up for anything, but he knows you’ll yell at him if he doesn’t. You lean up to kiss him again, and he cups your face to keep you in place as he deepens the kiss.

Tess groans, “Okay, I’m not sleeping in your bed if you’re going to be gross all night.”

“We don’t even want you in our bed.” you say, and Tess sits up to look at you.

“That’s incredibly rude, I am pregnant.” she says, dramatically.

“You know that excuse is going to run out eventually.”

Tess flops back on the bed and sighs, “Yeah, I know, but then I get to use the mom excuse.”

You and John laugh, and he leans down to kiss you again, then he reaches over and ruffles Tess’ hair, “Goodnight, Tess.”

“Night, Old Man Wick.” she says, closing her eyes.

You lean up to kiss John again, then you hold his gaze for a moment before he pulls you back to his lips for one final kiss goodnight. He finally closes his eyes and lets out a small breath as you rub your finger against his cheek and coax him to sleep.

You don’t plan on taking your eyes off of John tonight, but the warmth from his skin is soaking through your clothes and making you drowsy, and before you know it, your eyes flutter shut and you fall into a deep slumber as you and John cling to one another.

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What were your favorite things to draw when you were a lil kid? I knew I wasn’t an artist the moment I started experimenting with pens and markers, and the only image I liked to keep - and was capable of - drawing on repeat was your usual kid’s portrait of a house with a sun and clouds lmao. I never learned how to draw anything else.

Do you think there is something with or around you, like a spirit, angel, ghost or something else? How does this make you feel? No, never.

Imagine you’re a stranger looking at yourself. What things would immediately catch your eye? Probably the way I’m scowling at stranger-me staring at me-me.

When did you feel the most confident in your life? Not sure when I’ve felt the most confident, but I typically feel so whenever I get something I’ve been desiring and working hard for, like getting a job offer or being accepted to my dream college or passing a really difficult exam.

Do you think love is needed to have good sex? For some people, no. For me, loving one another is an absolute must. < Yes, hits the nail on the head for me.

Do you think, or want to, die in the city you currently live in? I don’t think it would matter where I die, as long as it’s not from a terrible freak accident.

What is the strangest thing you have ever encountered? That time I went to Singapore and a sex toy shop was casually blatantly standing in the middle of Orchard Road for families to stroll pass. It’s not objectively strange, of course, but it was definitely a big culture shock. Putting up sex shops in the Philippines is basically a game of who can find the best spot to hide them in.

Favourite soft drink? I never drink soda, so I don’t have a favorite.

What do you like to put gravy on? Fried chicken or steak.

Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? Yes, in Palawan.

What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? I come from a line of datus from both precolonial and colonial Philippines. The most exciting part about it is that it technically makes me a princess, or at least our local version of princesses haha. I’m also distantly related to one of the three women who sewed the first Philippine flag.

Who depends on you the most? Kimi and Cooper, surely.

Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? See two questions above. Coming from my datu ancestors, my relatives also continue to serve in the local government of our family’s province until today. Not that I’m particularly proud of them or show this off whenever I want because they are all very vocal Duterte supporters and regularly engage with him and his family, so *barf*

Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? If it ever comes down to it, I’d offer one of mine to my dad, Angela, and either of her parents.

What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? They recognize when they’re wrong and know to acknowledge it and apologize.

What three things do you think of most of each day? Tasks I have to do for work for the day, tasks I have to do for the rest of the week, and financial concerns.

Does/did your high school have pop machines? No, of course not. Are there schools that are ok with selling soda? :/

Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery? Not that I know of, but then again these things are shared in secret so there’s always that chance of possibly knowing someone who won the lotto at some point.

Have you ever slept in a water bed? Never slept but I’ve played on one.

How often do you use Flickr? I haven’t visited that site since I was like 11. Not even sure it still exists.

Who is the last child that you took a photo with? I think my cousin Toffe, but it was most likely a family photo that the two of us happened to be in. I don’t have a lot of photos with my younger cousins and kids in general.

How often do you wear hats? Never. I always think about getting a bucket hat of my own but I just never go through with it.

Would you ever get a nature tattoo? I never even entertained the thought before. But considering Hayley’s albums and songs have like a million references to flowers, it sounds like a good idea now :)

Is anyone in your family sick at the moment? My paternal great-grandma was recently confined in a hospital but she’s been discharged. I have a grand-aunt who suffered a mild stroke a couple of weeks ago and is currently recovering.

Where do your siblings work, if anywhere? They are both still studying. If I had to guess, my sister would probably end up in the film, media, or advertising industry, if not a freelance artist.

Where is your favorite place to buy groceries? If I had the money for it I’d get my groceries at Marketplace, but I’m content with getting ours from SM or Robinsons for now.

Who do you generally talk to the most? Probably my immediate family and my team at work.

Is anyone saved in your phone under a nickname? Not anymore. I use nicknames on my friends more frequently on Facebook Messenger.

Whose birthday is coming up? One of my cousins’ birthday is on March 31.

Have you ever ordered from an informercial? No, never.

When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin? Around a month ago when I was embroidering. I usually accidentally prick myself from time to time.

Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? Nah, not really my idea of fun. I’m a little weak at problem/riddle-solving :(

How many followers do you have on Instagram? I literally never use my Instagram except to lurk and look for influencers to potentially tap for work. The account was initially my one-photo-a-day-in-2020 dump, but I stopped in April last year and now we’re in 2021 it doesn’t even serve a purpose anymore lmao. But for some reason Bea asked for my account and still followed me (and is the only person following me), which I’m sure she already regrets.

What’s the most recent music video you watched? Thoughts? Continued the next day. Jessi’s What Type of X. Killed it as always.

Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? Never.

What makeup products are your go-tos? None.

Are you going to school this year? No, not anymore. I did that for the very last time in 2020, and I don’t see the point in going back for an MA because I feel like I’m already covered.

What is your favorite water activity? I’ve only ever tried kayaking, but that was a very pleasant memory.

What are your favorite video games? I’m not a super passionate video game fan who’s always up-to-date, but I do have a soft spot for games I bonded on with my family when I was a kid, like Grand Theft Auto (very inappropriate for a kid to be playing, I know lol), Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Mario Kart, and Smash Bros.

Do you like jello? I never got over the texture, so no.

When was the last time you gave someone "the finger?" Not sure when exactly but it happened recently, maybe a week or two ago. I suddenly thought about my ex and flung both fingers around just for myself lol.

Have you ever held a snake? Yes, I got the chance to hold and take a photo with one on my trip to Bali. I was the only willing one in the family.

Most unique place you’ve ever been to? Baker’s Hill in Palawan is what I would imagine seeing if I ever took drugs and had a trip of some sort. Most random place ever.

If you were a superhero, what color would your cape be? Continued from...I don’t even know anymore. Just know it’s been nearly a week since I first started this, lmao. Idk maybe gold.

Have you ever slept out on your porch all night? We don’t have a porch. We do have a rooftop and I’ve fallen asleep there a couple of times. I only do so when the climate is cold, though.

Do you like horror movies? Sure, but I haven’t watched any in years. Just have never been in the mood for it for a long while now.

What’s your favorite Coke product? Blech, I hate soda.

Watergun or water-balloon war? Water gun. I’ve never been hit by a water balloon but I imagine it hurts?? so I wouldn’t want to experience it if I never had to.

Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators? I know my sister and grandma are claustrophobic but they’re not ~deathly~ afraid of elevators.

Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex? I don’t think any of my guy friends have lent me stuff that I got to take home, so no.

Who’s your favorite Beatle? I was never a fan. I remember pretending to be, back when liking The Beatles made you look all cool and hippy and trendy... but I honest to god just couldn’t get into their music.

Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go? Yeah just once, super super way back when I was still thought remaining friends with her was the way to go. It was fine, I didn’t message anything horrific and we were both chill about it the next morning.

Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend? I don’t have a partner anymore but yeah, I used to. I think? Maybe? I barely remember anymore. I definitely did have to tilt my head up quite a bit, though.

Have you ever been tackle-hugged? I can’t remember if I’ve received one. I’m usually the one who gives them.

Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before? I don’t think I’ve been in this situation before.

Is your mood or the overall tone of your day often affected by the dreams you had the night before? Just for like the first half hour of waking up, especially if it was a nightmare or a triggering dream. The more I wake up the more the dream fades away, and the sillier it feels that I was affected by it.

Do you think that there are any positive aspects or outcomes of suffering from a mental illness? If you have a mental illness, do you think it has changed you for the better in any way? No. Sugarcoating mental illness doesn’t sit well with me at all. I know I’ve learned to be gentle and understanding towards other people because of the emotional abuse I’ve received in my own relationships, and I absolutely hate that it’s because of mental illness. I shouldn’t have had to learn to be kind because I was treated shittily first.

What is your opinion on celebrity culture and celebrity worship? Have you ever been guilty of putting a celebrity on a pedestal? Do you think it’s somehow more acceptable/understandable to obsess over certain types of celebrities (musicians over YouTubers, say) than others? At what point do you think an obsession like that crosses the line? I sometimes think it’s silly when fandoms fight and defend their favorites as if they know them personally, but I’m heavily into my fair share of celebrities and I honestly don’t see anything wrong with it. As long as you’re not hurting anyone or doing anything stupid like stalking your favorites, you do you.

If you were to pursue a career in photography and had the opportunity and means to photograph whatever you wanted, what would most like to photograph? People.

Is there a certain type of clothing (outerwear, activewear, loungewear, etc.) that you enjoy shopping for more than others? Cute tops.

Are you ever afraid to post your ideas, artwork, photography, etc. online for fear that they will get stolen or not credited? No, because I am not even creative in the first place and can’t make any form of art to save my life.

When is the last time you did something sexual? Last night.

Who is the last person you showered with, if anyone? My ex but that would’ve been ages ago. It was super rare that we absolutely had to shower together.

What do you think when you see roadkill on the side of the road? Sad and kinda disgusted if the guts are out, but also relieved that they don’t have to suffer in pain anymore.

Have you ever had an ex that just didn’t understand that it was over? Yeah, me. Luckily I came to my senses a few months ago and have felt better and been better ever since.

Are your fingernails currently short or long? They’re unequal lengths because I’ve been either biting or picking at them over the last few weeks, but for the most part they are long enough to need to be clipped.

Would you rather have big or small dogs? Big.

What is your favorite sports drink? I don’t drink any of them, so none.

What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I told my dad the dinner he made tasted excellent.

Does your jaw ever crack, pop, or lock? I don’t think my jaw has ever made a sound before, hahaha.

Have you ever thought of how you would give your kids “the talk”? No, but I think it’s also relevant to note that I live in a very conservative country where sexual intercourse is never discussed, especially within families; and that it’s virtually unheard of to hear of people until my generation to have been given the talk. I had to find out all by myself, and I remember being very confused when we were being taught the reproductive system in fifth grade because they only taught about the organs and their functions, and never anything deeper than that.

Luckily the last conservative generation was Gen X, and younger generations have been a lot more open-minded. And if I had to guess, I’m fairly certain Millennial parents would be more willing to give their kids the talk.

Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on something? I mean, my 20s, thanks to Covid.

Do you ever write/draw on windows that are fogged up? Yes.

If you were married, and your spouse’s parents became ill, would you let them move into your home? Of course.

Have you screamed in a pillow before? Probably.

What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric.

Did you actually have a cookie jar? No.

What’s worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointment is more gut-wrenching. I feel more hopeless and helpless when someone feels that way about me.

What do you bite on more, your tongue, lip, or nails? Definitely my nails. Lip-biting isn’t a habit of mine and I only ever bite my tongue accidentally.

Do you think that knowing when and how you’re going to die would ruin your life? No. I would find that comforting, actually.

Do you have a favorite bromance? From TV or a movie. J-Man and Channy’s from Friends.

Do you find flea markets and thrift stores enjoyable? Sure.

What color is your wallet? Pink, but I def have to buy a new one soon as I’m still using the one my ex gave me...

Have you ever been somebody's photography subject? No, and I would hate to be. I don’t like being in front of the camera.

Nicki Minaj fan? I like a lot of songs by her but I’m by no means a fan.

Have you ever seen the Niagara Falls? Nope but I would love to.

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