#anyway jen deserves the break
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late night visits II k.mccabe x reader
i think this is the longest fic i've written so far but as she deserves, katie is so lover girl coded and no one can convince me otherwise
late night visits II k.mccabe x reader
7.3K words
"katie!" the irishwoman glanced up with a squint, standing taller to try and see over the crowd of drunken bodies packing the bar. finally she spotted her friends jammed into a booth toward the back and pushed her way through toward them.
"jesus is there like a two for one special on drinks tonight or what?" katie huffed as she took the vacant seat beside leah, looking around at the hordes of patrons around them. the little restaurant and bar was hardly unknown, however it rarely got this busy.
"guess our little secret isn't so secret anymore." jen chuckled, sliding katie a rum and coke she'd ordered her earlier as the irishwoman sent her a grateful smile before necking it. "slow down katie! it's not a race." beth laughed with a shake of her head as the irishwoman grinned.
"almost every bar in manchester was like this it took like a half an hour to even be served!" alessia piped up, seated beside leah and across from jen. the small group of girls deciding at training earlier today they'd go out for a drink tonight since there wasn't a match this weekend.
the invitation had been extended to the whole team but a lot had plans to go and see partners or family in the short few days break.
"oh we don't have that issue here, do we katie?" jen teased with a smirk as the girl in question rolled her eyes. "i don't even know if she's workin jen, lay off!" she defended. :please like you haven't memorised her schedule by now." leah joined in with a chuckle.
"i feel like im missing some context here?" alessia piped up with a confused frown, not quite following along with the light hearted teasing.
"katies sleeping with one of the bar tenders." beth eagerly filled the younger blonde in as viv smacked her on the shoulder with a look of disapproval. "are you?" alessias curious gaze turned to katie who groaned.
"sometimes. it doesn't matter anyway its none of any of your businesses!" the brunette warned sternly, sending a particularly harsh look toward laura who couldn't seem to stop herself from laughing at the situation.
"wonderful. you can get the next round then!" leah grinned and gave her a shove almost sending the girl flying onto her ass out of the booth as katie shot leah a glare but nonetheless stood to her feet.
"russo you're coming with me, i need extra hands and you're the least annoying one present tonight." katie gestured toward the girl who scrambled quickly over leah.
"thank you…i think?" alessia frowned as katie slung an arm over her shoulder, tugging her away from the group who resumed their chatter. "so is she here?" the blonde asked looking around eagerly as they finally got to the bar.
"that one." katie gave in with a sigh, nudging alessia and pointing you out where you were busy making cocktails at the other end of the bar. "she's gorgeous." alessia stated with a nod of approval as katie couldn't help but chuckle, small talk made between the two as they waited for someone to come take their order.
someone who katie secretly hoped was you.
meanwhile you joked around around with a few regulars, making sure to maintain the bright smile on your face despite how much harder you were needing to work tonight, the growing frustration inside you that as per usual your boss had understaffed for a busy night to save money.
"well well, i thought i heard security talking about trouble brewing." you greeted the familiar irishwoman with a grin as you wiped your damp hands on your apron, katies own face curling into a smug smile as she shamelessly checked you out.
admittedly the brunette was somewhat of a weak spot for you, there was just something about her cheeky grin which oozed confidence, paired with that strong accent and effortless charm she made your knees buckle.
you wound up a messy of sweaty limbs tangled in one another's bedsheets far more often than you'd care to admit, reaching out to one another at all sorts of hours with all sorts of excuses for your late night visits.
it should have been a seemingly easy relationship, you used one another for whatever was needed without really holding any responsibilities for how the other felt.
the first time you'd slept together was a few months ago and you'd both agreed it was just a one time thing. merely a drunken fling as you and katie had shared a few drinks once you'd clocked off for the night, which inevitably ended in your sweaty bodies pressed up together in her bed a couple of hours later.
yet months later and here she still was, looking you up and down with a hungry glint in her eyes probably imagining the lustful activities she hoped would be happening later on.
there was just one small problem to all of this, which was that you secretly wanted more. you wanted her in a way where it didn't feel transactional, where you weren't just a late night thought but rather could be someone meaningful to her.
but you knew that wasn't on the cards for katie and so you'd convinced yourself into a firm state of delusion where it didn't hurt to continue on like nothing had changed and you didn't secretly hope for more.
your friends had begged you end it, seeing how much it knocked your normally confident persona down, playing on your self esteem and picking at insecurities you didn't even know were there as you couldn't help but wonder why she only wanted to keep it casual if it was such a seemingly common occurence.
you couldn't quite say when things had started to shift,. as at first you were more than satisfied with just being friends with benefits, barely meeting the friends part since you hardly knew anything about one another.
maybe that's what had made it easier in the early stages, that lack of knowledge and impersonal connection. you didn't know anything about football nor did you care to change that, so of course to you she was just a girl, not some big celebrity superstar athlete.
thats not to say she didn't show her athletic prowess in other ways, the irishwoman had the best stamina you'd ever seen and could go for hours without even needing a water break.
and when the relationship was only transactional, impersonal and occasional, you were fine with it.
but lately, lately things had been different. and it had all started a couple of weeks ago.
once the two of you had finished for the night, katie had stuck around. she begun to ask questions, about you, your work, your family, and to your shock seemed actually interested in the answers.
she hadn't stayed the night, only for a couple of hours and a cup of tea but it was out of the ordinary behavior from your usual arrangement. though you'd tried not to dwell on it too much, knowing that overthinking it was dangerous.
but then it had happened again the next time, and again the time after that. katie once more asking you question after question, and if she wasn't doing that she was telling you the more intimate details of her life and her family, or debriefing about a particularly hard training session or her concerns for an upcoming match.
without even realising it she'd kicked down your walls and she'd done the worst possible thing in a friends with benefits situation, she'd begun to accidentally indulge you into what it could be like if the two of you were more.
~
"we're completely out of bacardi and we're running low on jager." nathan, one of your coworkers, popped up beside you as you bent down to grab a cider for a customer from the fridges under the bar.
now counting down until the end of your shift, you were endlessly grateful you weren't on close tonight. though things had begun to die down, the more rowdier of patrons beginning to be moved on by security, you knew there would be some that lingered long into the night.
"there's more downstairs, i'll go stock up before i finish so you don't need to worry about it. can you handle this for awhile?" you offered, the boy sighing in relief and nodding with an appreciative smile.
you untied your apron and tossed it under the counter, jumping over the small gate at the end of the bar and ducking around the corner where only staff were allowed.
busying yourself quickly checking your phone you hadn't noticed someone follow, someone whose eyes had been trained to you most of the night, who'd been relentlessly teased by her friends for exactly that.
"scuse me but has anyone ever told you your bum looks quite peachy in those shorts?" your eyes flickered up from your screen as the brunette grinned cheekily, taking a few steps toward you as you shook your head and slipped your phone into your pocket.
"just drunken creeps who i've had kicked out right afterwards." you smiled, katies hands finding their way to your hips as she gently pressed you into the wall, blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
"send them my way next time, i'll be sure to teach em some manners about how to treat a pretty girl." katies smile widened as her eyes flickered down toward your lips.
"i'm still on the clock here mccabe." you chuckled, pushing her off gently as you knew what would happen next if you didn't. "well then when do you get off?" she asked, pressing her body back into yours as you shook your head.
"in an hour." you revealed watching her lips curl into a smirk. "then i'll meet you out back by your car." the older girl spoke suggestively, face so close to yours you could feel the warm tickle of her breath against your lips but then just like that she was gone, striding off back into the public area seeking out her friends.
with a sigh and a shake of your head you straightened up, banishing the lust which clouded your mind and hurrying off downstairs to the dry store.
~
of course katie wound up in your bed that night, a chorus of moans of plesure and lips smacking together in sloppy kisses, crisp linen gripped in white knuckled fists with sweaty limbs tangled.
this was then once again followed by a cup of tea and soft conversations about your childhood pets, quite the contrast from your previous activites.
then things only became stranger that next morning.
sundays were always your day off so you'd never have alarms set, allowing your body to wake you up whenever it was ready, purposefully never setting up any plans or commitments you needed to arise early for.
so when your eyes fluttered open around eleven in the morning, your room still quite dark due to an overcast and cloudy day, nothing seemed out of sorts.
it wasn't until you shifted tiredly that you felt someone move beside you. your body was instantly jolted awake, and that's when you became aware of the warm arm draped lazily over your naked midsection, an arm that was not yours.
with a sharp intake of breath you slowly turned your head to the side, seeing a mop of brunette hair sprawled across the pillows, duvet only partially covering her half naked form, tanned back moving up and down as she slept soundly with her face smushed into the mattress, and your eyes widened at the sudden realisation that katie had slept over.
she never slept over, even spending a few hours chatting your ear off with a cup of tea she'd never stayed afterwards. you weren't sure if she could hear but your hate rate began to thunder in your ears, thumping like horses hooves against a track as your cheeks flushed scarlet red.
"i can feel your eyes burning a hole into the side of my head ya know." the irishwoman finally spoke, accent somehow thicker in her half awake state as she gently pushed herself up and flopped onto her side with a tired sigh.
your skin burned where her arm had been as she retracted it, running a hand through her hair and flicking it to one side of her head, blinking tiredly with a stretch as your eyes did their best not to fall directly down to her bare chest.
"you can look you know, certainly did last night." she grinned, immediately noticing your internal struggle as her own blue eyes shamelessly roamed your naked body with a hungry glint before you tucked yourself more into the duvet making her chuckle.
"you stayed over." was all you could manage to spit out, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "with observations like that you could give up bar tending for some detective work." katie smiled teasingly as you rolled over and grabbed your top off the floor.
slipping it over your head to somewhat cover up you tossed katie's at hers, the material smacking her in the face as you sat up, snatching your underwear off the floor and wiggling quickly into it.
"you've never stayed over." you made your point a little firmer, slipping out of the bed as katie now sat up, tugging her own shirt on.
"well we were talking in bed and i guess we both fell asleep." the irishwoman shrugged casually, grabbing her suit pants off the floor and slipping into them, buttoning them as she stood. you only hummed not really believing her as the action was so out of character, but you were too tired to argue as you tied your hair up into a messy bun.
"you should come to the game today, there's still tickets." katie spoke up again, sat on the end of the bed as she laced up her shoes. you choking on your own spit at the shock from her statement, the girl glancing over her shoulder with an amused smile before turning back round, not mentioning anything more than that.
you walked her to the front door wordlessly, cogs going into overdrive in your mind, almost in shock katie couldn't hear how loud your overthinking was right now.
"catch you later maybe kid." katie winked charmingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek and stepping out the front door. striding down your driveway without a single look back she slipped into an uber as you touched your cheek and slowly closed your front door.
oh you were down bad, and maybe it was time you started dealing with it.
~
and that exact thought was how you found yourself huddled among a small group of your friends, rain drizzling down on your head and body tucked into itself trying to utilise your body heat to warm up.
your friend mathew was doing his very best to keep you interested, explaining every little rule and tactic that he could as the match dragged on, desperate to try and up your enthusiasm of what was apparently a fantastic game being played.
the poor boy raised a die hard arsenal fan was over the moon when you'd loosely mentioned attending as the two of you caught up for brunch. within five minutes he'd somehow conjured you up a ticket, forced you into a jersey, talked your ear off the entire car ride and here you were.
you'd chosen not to mention that the girl you were so hung up who was in your bed at least twice a week nowadays was the katie mccabe, you'd not told any of your friends her actual name only referring to her as 'bar girl', and so the only ones who could have put two and two together were maybe your coworkers.
though all of you were generally so run off your feet most nights they hardly batted an eyelid into your personal life, too focused on making it home to their own beds rather than being hung up on who was sneaking into yours.
"oh they're doing a lap! come on i wanna get my shirt signed by viv if i can she's one of the only ones im missing." mathew eagerly grabbed your hand, practically yanking you out of your chair and away from the rest of your friends who you hastily waved goodbye to.
"you know if i just gave you my jersey one time-"
"no matty, the answer will always be a no." you chuckled, despite not knowing of your late night visitors identity the boy did know the arsenal girls frequented your workplace, and he was forever pestering you about having them sign something
you'd held firm with a no, and would continue to.
one of the main reasons the girls continued to come back was that you all made sure to treat them like actual people, and despite being more than household names your regulars tended to leave them be most of the time as well, most of the time.
you hung by yourself away from the main crowd eagerly chatting to the players, leaning against the barrier and busying yourself organizing to cover a few vacant shifts next week.
trying to save to upgrade your car you would take any extra money you could get at the moment, now only a few thousand away from your goal.
"want me to sign that for ya?" your head lifted at the familiar accent, meeting her mischievous blue eyes as she gave you an alluringly cheeky smile.
"no thanks i'm waiting for a starter, not a bench warmer." you quipped back, slipping your phone into your pocket as katie feigned offence.
"how about a goal scorer then?" the brunette moved a little closer, leaning on the barrier with her hands as your eyes drifted down to her well toned arms before flickering back upwards, which didn't go unnoticed by the irishwoman.
"oh did you score? didn't see." you brushed it off with a shrug, katie opening her mouth to speak but falling silent as mathew appeared back by your side, slinging an arm over your shoulder.
at the sight katies stomach flipped a little and her jaw clenched, she watched the boys mouth move, words clearly directed toward her as she only hummed and sent him a polite smile, barely listening.
"well well well, look who it is. our favourite bartender!" the brunette snapped back out of it as jen appeared by her side with a smirk, closely followed by beth. "i thought you weren't a football fan." beth teased, and katie watched as you gestured to the boy beside you, blaming him for your attendance.
you picked up on katies lack of joining into the conversation, trying to catch her attention again but eventually having to excuse yourself and mathew as you had dinner plans. "oo a hot date is it?" beth teased, shooting katie a subtle side eye, the blonde also picking up on her lack of effort to join in.
"every sunday! she loves me for my roast dinners." mathew grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you gagged sarcastically and pushed his face away.
"see you round then." you smiled, directing the comment more toward katie than anyone else, frowning a little as she blanked you and walked off without so much as a glance your way.
~
you didn't see or hear from katie for the next few days, which wasn't all that abnormal seeing as since the two of you were just casually sleeping around you hardly had a regular routine of meet ups.
however when you did finally see her again it wasn't under circumstances you expected.
you were covering the closing shift for nathan tonight as it was his 30th birthday. the seemingly quiet Wednesday not one of your normal rostered days it seemed to be a running joke among the regulars present.
yet no matter how many times you heard the same one liner you still faked a laugh and a grin, watching the tip jar fill up gradually as you did so with a satisfied smile.
given it wasn't all that busy you found yourself people watching in the odd pockets of free time which fell your way, a habit which was easily one of your favorite perks of the job. yourself and your coworkers often busied yourself dreaming up extravagant imaginary lives for the drunken strangers occupying the bar.
but that was how you spotted her, tucked away in a table toward the back and not by herself, an unfamilar blonde sat beside her and the two seemed quite cosy. you watched with a frown as katie mucked about with the blonde, kissing her on the cheek as the girl shoved her away with a grin.
you couldn't but feel as though you'd been punched in the stomach as you wrenched your eyes away, plastering a fake smile on your face and hurrying off to serve a patron.
thankfully you managed to avoid interacting with the irishwoman for the most part, katie too busy entertaining her date as the blonde came up a few times to grab them both drinks, and by some miracle she'd been served by someone else each time.
though of course that luck didn't last.
as the bar began to empty you busied yourself starting to pack down and clean glasses. but you watched on hopelessly as katie made her way over and with your coworker for the night already occupied with other patrons you knew you'd have no way of avoiding her.
"hey." was all the brunette said with a smile that you returned, handing her a rum and a coke like she always ordered and waiting for if she wanted anything else. "oh nah just a water for me i'm drivin, and a glass of house red please." you nodded and wordlessly prepared her drinks.
"just 8.40." you placed the eftpos machine up on the counter as katie tapped her card and hearing the beep you turned back to what you were doing. "hey, can i see you later?" you glanced up realizing she hadn't left yet, lingering at the counter with her drinks in hand and a hopeful look in her eyes.
"i'm on close tonight." you shook your head and katie frowned, unsure why you seemed so upset with her. "i just wanted to-" the brunette started but you cut her off with a scoff, in disbelief she was really trying to come onto you while out with another woman.
casual or not you had higher standards for yourself than that, and maybe your friends were right and it was time you started to treat yourself with a little more kindness.
"i'm working katie, just leave me alone." and with that you ducked out back before the irishwoman could even say another word, stunned at the somewhat aggressive tone which still lingered in the air after your abrupt exit.
~
since the frosty encounter katie had tried to call and message you but with no response and left on read she'd taken the hint and had backed off.
she'd still been around with her team mates over the weekend for dinner in the restaurant but didn't dare come to order a drink at the bar since you were on shift.
most of the girls gave up questioning her about what had happened, noticing that something had shifted between the two of you, and with a stern warning from the irishwoman hadn't dared to ask you about it either.
but ever persistent and hating to see the obvious discontent hidden behind her friends eyes that the others missed, leah continued to press her for an answer.
"oh for fuck sakes cause she's got a boyfriend leah!" katie eventually snapped and gave in as the blonde had once more cornered her for an interrogation. "what! are you sure? since when?" leah frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall.
"i dunno! i met him at that game she came to, he's not even a good lookin fella." katie huffed with a roll of her eyes, sitting down at her locker and beginning to take off her boots. "i thought that she seemed quite into you?" leah sat down beside her as katie sighed deeply.
"i don't know i thought she was. we'd been talking a lot, getting to know each other better, it was starting to feel like more but i guess not. ever since i met him she's been blankin me so i guess whatever it was with us is over now." katie shrugged it off, not wanting to dwell on the subject as she brushed leah off to go for a shower.
"and please don't tell anyone leah!"
and leah tried not to, she really did. but when beth continued to pester katie and she could see the annoyance building, she figured she would be doing the girl a favour by filling the girl in.
"wait that was her boyfriend? i was only joking about the date thing." beth frowned, both girls having filled the other in over a coffee. "did they seem like they were? katie said she's ghosted her ever since so i guess it makes sense?" leahs eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
little did they both know just how wrong they were.
~
"oh! thats him, thats the boyfriend." beths eyes widened as she gripped leahs bicep, yanking her around to look where she pointed, mathew hanging around chatting to a few of their team mates.
"wait him? i've met that guy a bunch times he's here almost every match." leah realised, beth tightening her grip on her and marching the two of them in the boys direction.
"no personal bartender with you today then?" beth plastered a smile on her face, not wanting to go in with all guns blazing and scare the poor guy off. "oh her? please it took me almost twenty two years to get that girl to come to one game!" the boy laughed and re-introduced himself at beths subtle request.
"twenty two years?" leah frowned a little at the timeline, trying to piece it together. "yeah we go way back, grew up together since we were kids. pretty sure our parents were convinced we were gonna get married someday!" he joked with a grin, beth and leah exchanging a look.
"were?"
"well yeah, when they realised i liked boys and she liked girls that put a bit of a pin in their plans." mathew chuckled, leahs face paling as beth bit her lip to hide a smile at their obvious blunder. "so you two aren't..." beth gestured as the boys eyes widened and he laughed harder.
"please! god no. why, are one of you interested?" he winked, well aware of their ongoing presence at your workplace.
"but no she's very much so single. i've begged her to let me get her back into the dating scene but she's hopelessly hung up on some girl she's been sleeping with for months now-" the boy rolled his eyes, and had you been present you'd have smacked the living daylights out of him for oversharing, his favorite habit.
"-but this girl only wants something casual where as she wants more. so i've tried to get her to cut it off but she's convinced it doesn't hurt to keep it going, which i know her like the back of my hand and believe me, it's hurting her." mathew sighed with a shake of his head, eyes widening when he realized who he was actually talking to.
"but i am very very certain that she would kill me for sharing all of that so please if you see her at the bar don't mention it. i'd quite like to live to see next week i have tickets to next weekends match." the boy joked, glancing over his shoulder as a few of his friends called out for him.
"well fantastic game girls it was lovely speaking to you both. thank you for your time and i am very sorry for filling it with my own voice." he winced apologetically, flashing them a dazzling smile before hurrying off after his friends.
"find katie?"
"find katie."
~
you looked over your shoulder in surprise as there was a knock at your door, a quick tap of your phone screen showing it was nearly half seven at night, hardly a time for a door to door salesmen to be coming round, and most of your friends knew where your spare key was and never hesitated to let themselves in.
pausing the episode of love island you were catching up on as you cooked, you tucked your phone into the pocket of your hoodie and padded over to the door, cautiously opening it as another knock sounded.
"we need to talk."
you stepped back as katie shot past you, a blur of red having just come from a video study debrief for the teams upcoming match against chelsea.
she knew you didn't work sundays so took a shot in the dark that you'd be home, grateful it paid off as you closed your door. "please, come in!" you scoffed at her abruptness, following after her into the kitchen.
"i'm not sleeping with you." you started firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as katie now scoffed, taking a seat at the kitchen bench. "when i said we needed to talk, i meant with our mouths and not with our tongues." the irishwoman quipped back causing a slight blush to creep over your cheeks.
"what's there to talk about katie?" you withheld a groan at the intrusion, ignoring her patting the seat beside her for you to sit down as if she was in her own home, instead you chose to stay standing a few feet away from her.
"why you're actin funny with me." the brunette folded her arms sternly and raised an eyebrow, now thanks to her faithful blonde friends she knew you didn't have a boyfriend she wanted answers as to why you'd been ignoring her.
"i've just been busy." you lied, turning your back to her and busying yourself resuming the chopping and prepping for your dinner, hoping with some minimal responses the brunette would grow tired and hopefully leave.
"bullshit, ya never ignore me entirely." katie held firm, and you could feel her eyes bore into the back of your head like lasers. "why do you even care? its not like we're dating or you can't get your needs met elsewhere." you added the last part a little bitterly, a pause of silence falling between the two of you.
"and what's that supposed to mean then?" katie scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the obvious change of tone. "you know what it means i'm not spelling it out for you." you shook your head, the only sound being your knife hitting the board as you chopped up the peppers.
"jesus would you stop that and actually talk to me?" katie snapped, standing to her feet with a frustrated huff. "okay. you want to do this? fine, lets do this." you also snapped, dropping the knife and spinning around to face the older girl.
"i thought that whatever we were doing was completely casual, a friends with benefits situation and i was fine with that." you started, crossing your arms over your chest. "but then you made it complicated." you accused, pointing at her as she made a face of both confusion and offence.
"i made it complicated? till yesterday i thought ya had a boyfriend you were using me to cheat on with!" katie defended making you now pull a face. "what on earth gave you that impression?" you asked, face scrunched up in both disgust and confusion at the mere thought.
"your boy mathew or whatever his name was!" katie rolled her eyes and you paused for a minute before letting out a loud sarcastic bark of laughter. "my best friend? jesus no he's not my boyfriend katie i'm a lesbian for god sakes!" you corrected now with a roll of your own eyes.
"and like you're one to talk about loyalty anyway. asking me to 'hang out' right after you're on a date with another girl and at my job of all places, you don't want to be used to cheat with? i don't like being a backup option when your first one isn't interested in rounding the bases with you." you spat, katie scoffing at the accusation.
"a date? when the hell did i go on a date? you're deluded!" she waved you off with a shake of her head, accent only getting thicker the more upset she became, still not understanding why everything had changed.
"don't you gaslight me! the blonde you took to dinner the other night, you two certainly seemed cosy." your nostrils flared angrily as you held your ground, not allowing what you'd seen to be dismissed. "the blonde what-" katie grimaced trying to think back, but then it clicked.
and she did quite possibly the worst thing she could have within that moment, grabbing her stomach and doubling over in laughter, which you assumed was at you.
"okay you know what? this conversation is over. get the hell out!" you ordered angrily, clearing the distance between the two of you in a few steps and shoving at her as the brunette barely stumbled backwards, still trying to catch her breath.
"you're quite gorgeous when you're jealous ya know." the irishwoman smirked cockily and your cheeks flushed red at the sudden shift in tone. "i repeat, get. out." you recovered quickly, pointing toward the front door as katies smirk only widened, advancing slowly toward you.
"katie-" you started to warn, backing up until you smacked into the counter, the brunette pressing her body against yours, hands flushed flat on the marble counter as she smiled smugly down at you. "say that again then, tell me to leave and i will."
you tried to tell her to get out, you really did, but as she lent down and brought her face closer to yours you were consumed by the alluringly comforting smell of her perfume, knees wobbly at her pearly white smile and the cheeky twinkle of her blue eyes.
but as your stomach fluttered and your heart leapt into your throat, you remembered that to her this was all just a game, it would never be anything more than this and for your own peace and protection, you couldn't give in.
"get out, please." you dropped your gaze right before her lips could touch softly to your own, gently pushing her off and quickly rounding the counter, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you could.
"that wasn't a date ya know." you refused to turn around at her words, instead grabbing your knife again and resuming the chopping of your vegetables. "hey would you stop that, please." you hadn't heard her make your way over to you, her hand grabbing yours as you dropped the knife with a sigh.
"five minutes. just give me that to hear me out and then if you still want me to go i'm gone and ya won't hear from me again." she requested softly, you hesitated but after a quick glance at her pleading face you gave in with a sigh.
keeping a firm grip on your hand the irishwoman lead you over to the sofa, gently sitting you down before she took her own seat at the opposite end, purposefully giving you some space.
"that wasn't a date. that blonde lass you saw me with last week was one of my sisters, she came and stayed with me for a few days to see the game and catch up while she's on break from uni." katie started to explain as you felt your cheeks burn bright red in embarrassment, burying your face in your hands with a gentle groan.
"stop that, listen." katie lent forward, tugging your hands away and nudging you to sit up before she settled back and continued. "and the whole reason that i brought her to your work was so she could see ya, cause i might have talked her ear off about you." katies own cheeks now flushed a rosy pink as you frowned slightly.
"because if you'd have spoke with me that night, i was going to ask you on a date." katie revealed nervously, fidgeting a little in her spot. "you were?" was all you could manage to get out, positively overwhelmed at the thought.
"well actually i was going to ask for some clarification around the boyfriend thing, but then if we worked that out yeah i wanted to ask ya on a date." katie smiled awkwardly, rubbing her hands nervously on her thighs.
"but i don't-i thought you wanted things to be casual." you stammered out. "i thought you wanted things to be casual, i'd have asked you out after we first slept together until you brought up it being a one time thing." katie admitted as your eyes widened further.
"which is why i made sure i always left right after, didn't get to know ya, kept it casual. cause i guess you're alright in bed!" the girl teased cheekily, softening the somewhat awkward tension a little which you were grateful for.
"but then i couldn't help myself. i really wanted to get to know you more so i started hanging around a little, asking some stuff, testing the waters. then when you didn't immediately kick me out i thought maybe you might be into us being not so casual." katie admitted, the shy and nervous side of her she was revealing now not anything you'd ever seen from the brunette before.
"then mathew came into the picture and it threw me off!" katie rolled her eyes, a small smile curling into your lips as the puzzle pieces started to align in your head.
"so i guess that kind of brings us to now, and was really all i wanted to say." katie looked to you somewhat hopefully, awaiting to see what you would say next in return.
"i only said we should keep things casual after we slept together because i thought that's what you wanted, and i was fine with it too for awhile. but then you started to hang around and ask questions and seem interested, and then you slept over!" you paused for a moment to collect your thoughts as katie watched on, intently listening.
"well you made it complicated like i said and then i started to indulge myself into the delusions of what things would be like if we were something more. but i never thought you felt the same way and then you asked me to come to your game but you were being weird and quiet the whole time. then you came in with what i assumed was a date that really hit home for me that all we would ever be was casual." you revealed with a small wince at the obvious misunderstandings from the both of you.
"and i don't want that. my friends are all off having kids or getting engaged and i want something more than just casual sex, i want to mean something to someone which is why i brushed you off and sort of ghosted you i guess." you laid your own feelings down on the line somewhat hesitantly, scared for what it meant but unable to continue holding them back anymore.
"so you're telling me, that we could have been something more for the last few months if we just...talked about it." katie cracked a small smile which you returned with a slow nod, the two of you sharing a look before breaking out into a bout of soft laughter.
"jesus christ what a mess." katie sunk into the sofa with another laugh, dragging her hands down her face in disbelief. "do you want to stay for dinner?" you asked with a soft smile, head flopping against the back of the couch as you stared at the irishwoman a few feet away who perked up at the offer.
"i'd love to."
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"no you chose last night! give it to me katie, now." you ordered with a huff, struggling to stay balanced as you straddled your girlfriends leg, craning for the remote which the taller girl held just out of your reach.
"i don't want to watch that reality crap you'll put on, can't we at least watch a movie?" katie held firm, pushing you away with her spare hand as you continued to fight her for the remote.
"no! you said that last night and then you fell asleep about ten minutes in." you rolled your eyes at the memory, squealing as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, quickly pushing you down onto the lounge as she now sat on top of you.
"well here i am wide awake baby girl, so how about we ditch the tv all together and go to bed?" the footballer smiled suggestively, still holding the remote out of your reach. "sure." you smirked, grabbing her collar and pulling her down into a kiss.
"after we watch love island." you snatched the remote from her, taking advantage of her moment of weakness as you pushed her off of you, hastily sitting up and getting comfortable again as you navigated through to find the latest episode.
"are you serious? you would rather watch that crap than have sex with me right now?" katies chest heaved a little at the sudden passionate kiss which was rudely stolen from her, propping her body up on her elbows.
"i can get you in my bed any night of the week you're quite easy, love island is only on wednesdays." you grinned cheekily, clicking into the episode and patting the space beside you. "easy she says!" katie scoffed in disbelief, sitting upright but staying on the other side of the sofa, arms crossed with a frown embedded into her eyebrows.
with a roll of your eyes at her dramatics you shuffled down the lounge, forcefully uncrossing her arms and maneuvering your body to settle half on top of her, back wedged against the arm of the sofa while your legs draped across her lap, shaking out a blanket and settling it over the two of you.
"relax the face baby, at your age you'll get wrinkles." you teasingly rubbed your thumbs against her forehead as she scoffed. "my age! i'm only two years older than ya!" the bruntte shook her head, offence written all over her face as you grinned at how easy she was to wind up.
"you know i've always been into older women." you wiggled your eyebrows as the girls large hand came to cover your face, shoving your head away playfully. "shut up and watch your shit show."
though of course after ten minutes katie was fully invested, asking you all sorts of questions as you'd settled into her arms, her hands sliding under your top and resting on your stomach.
both of you content in the little bubble of domestic bliss you'd created, wrapped around one anothers fingers tightly and very much so smitten, not a single casual thing about any of it.
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We'll Hold Hands Until the Sun Comes Out (Matt Murdock x Reader)
Ship: Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary:
After a horrible week of bad luck breaking you down, Matt is ready to be there and pick up the pieces.
Word Count: 1,494
Warning: none
A/N: Title inspired by one of my favorite songs, "Time Wasting" by Heffron Drive. Listen to it here! It makes the fic better me thinks. Fic itself is for @pastafossa as she deserves all the Matt comfort after some consistent bad luck.
It was too loud.
Even with the lights off and the tv on mute, the world was just too loud as you continued to bury your head into the pillow.
It had been an awful week. Just plain awful.
You should have known something was wrong when it started with Matt telling you he had to go out of town for a few days, some conference upstate that was an apparent golden networking opportunity for him and Foggy. Who were you to protest?
But then the power went out in the apartment after they left, and only Matt had the passwords to all the accounts you needed to pay for it.
Did you mention your phone was dead, too?
Sure you were able to get it charged after going to Karen’s. Sure you were able to call Matt and listen as he profusely apologized for letting the date of the power bill slip his mind. Sure, you were able to get confirmation that it would be turned on by the end of the day, and indeed it was.
But then your co-worker called out sick the next day, leaving you to deal with an angry boss. Then your lunch got stolen. Twice. In one week.
And who could forget the lovely cab that skidded to a stop right next to you on the sidewalk? While it was raining?
So now, as the evening rolled around on Friday night, all you wanted to do was sleep.
But it was just too loud. Each honk of a Hell’s Kitchen taxi came through the walls as if it were the bricks that fell as it toppled down. The slide of your clothes against the grooves in the silk sheets dug into your brain like nails on a chalkboard.
So you did what you could do as you dug your head deeper into the pillow, and hoped that sleep would eventually win the battle.
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Matt couldn’t exactly complain about the week he’d had. While he always hated being away from you, the trip to Syracuse for a conference was a success. While networking wasn’t either his or Foggy’s stronger suit, as it usually involved kissing ass to lawyers who wouldn’t take a second glance at them, he had felt that this conference was filled with the rare types you only heard of, lawyers who cared.
He couldn’t help but feel a new hope for the profession he had worked hard to be in.
So now, on this Friday night, he, Karen, and Foggy sat in Josie’s Bar drinking to their success. He had tried to call you to join them, as he and Foggy had chosen to go straight there once arriving back to the city, but was sent straight to voicemail. But it was rather late, and he assumed you were already asleep.
Little did he know.
“You should have heard her, Karen. It was so refreshing to actually listen to a lawyer who actually fought for her client. I mean, sure, Jen doesn’t exactly take on clients with the cleanest records, but you can see she actually believes in their right to redemption.” said Foggy. “Too bad she had to go straight back to LA. She seemed like the type who would be hella fun in a bar.”
It was the mention of you that pulled Matt back into the conversation.
“Jen would have to be immune to alcohol if she wanted to out-drink her!” said Karen. She wasn’t wrong, his girlfriend did have quite the ability to hold her liquor.
“Where is she, anyway?” asked Foggy. “She never misses a night a Josie’s.”
“I tried calling her!” said Matt. “It went straight to voicemail. She’s probably already asleep. She seemed pretty busy lately.”
“Well with the week she’s had, I wouldn’t blame her for conking out either,” said Karen.
Well, that sure did get Matt’s attention.
“What do you mean?”
As Karen spilled in detail your trail of bad luck that had followed you throughout the week, the grip on his cane tightened. Both of his friends knew better than to question it as he immediately slipped cash on the table and just about threw himself out the door.
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It was too quiet.
Usually, when Matt approached his apartment, he’d be able to hear you in some shape or form, whether it would be humming as you danced through the kitchen or the murmur of the television that played softly as you snoozed on the couch.
But now there was nothing. He would have thought no one was home if he hadn’t finally picked up your heartbeat when he entered the lobby.
As he opened the door, the scene before him made his heart ache. He could sense everything. Your work clothes were skewed across the floor rather than in the hamper, something you had bought to make HIM pick up the habit. Dishes from leftovers were piled in the sink, and while he was more than guilty of waiting till the morning to clean up dinner, you were always the opposite.
He made it to your shared bedroom, finding you curled up in bed under more blankets than he realized you owned.
“Sweetheart?”
The silence echoed throughout the room, raising his concern as he knew you weren’t asleep.
He walked to your side of the bed, lowering to his knees as he tried to find your face.
“Darling, are you all right?”
“Matty?” your voice came out in cracks.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“Please help me.”
If his heart ached before, it was falling to pieces now. He immediately crawled up into bed with you, pulling you into his lap as he curled himself around you. Tears immediately started falling from your eyes, soaking his shirt as he tried to soak up your pain.
“What do you need, sweetheart? How can I help?” He had never seen you like this before, each of your sobs feeling like a stab to his heart.
“I’m just so tired, Matt. This week was so bad.”
“Why didn’t you call me earlier? I would have come straight home.”
“You were working. You were busy.”
“Never too busy for you.”
You didn’t know how to respond to that. You knew Matt loved you and were as certain of it as if you could hear his heartbeat too. But you weren’t going to interrupt his week when it was important for work.
“What can I do, sweetheart?”
“Make the world quiet, please.”
This was something he knew all too well. The feeling of the world being so loud that it took over any peace in his mind was something he knew like the back of his hand. You were always the first one to help him. You were always the first to let him lay his head in your lap as he blocked out the bad. You were always the first to pull him into your chest when he needed the shield.
Could he be just as strong for you? That, he wasn’t sure.
But he was damn well ready to try.
He maneuvered you so you were curled up next to him, kissing your cheek in apology as you let out a moan at being separated.
“Just a second, sweetheart.”
He slipped his shirt and pants off, leaving him in just his boxers before he turned to you. You let him do the same, too tired to do anything as he slipped your own clothes off and threw them to the ground.
Usually, your side of the bed was the one closest to the window. You liked being woken up by the sun through the blinds and feeling the warmth on your face. But that didn’t matter now as he pulled you back into his arms, skin to skin, turning you so he was blocking the window from your space.
You immediately felt better. The scrapes on a chalkboard were suddenly replaced by the soft beat of Matt’s heart as you laid your head against his chest. The itch from the sheets faded away as the feeling was replaced by the softness of Matt’s skin.
He dug his hand into your hair, giving your head soft scratches like you did to him, feeling your body go slack as each muscle fell loose.
“Oh sweetheart, I love you so much. Please. Never feel like you need to fight alone when the world seems too strong. I’ll gladly fight by your side.”
Matt couldn’t help but feel satisfied as he felt you start to relax in his arms.
“That’s it, darling. It’s okay.”
Matt curled around you tighter, smiling to himself as he felt you slip your hand into his, holding it like a lifeline to the calm you desperately needed after the storm.
He felt the grip of your hand lessen as you finally fell asleep as the darkness of the night took over, but he knew he’d force himself to stay awake if it meant holding it till sunrise.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! As always, let me know if I missed any spelling or grammar errors. I tried my best to catch them, but I'm not the best at it.
Feedback always appreciated too!
I hope you enjoyed the Matt comfort, @pastafossa. I adore you always, friend!
To the person who sent in the Matt x Jen phone sex request, it will be here soon!
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Tease
Part 1
Warning: Teasing, R is kinda jealous, sexual tension but no smut, R is an actress too, and I think that's it.
Synopsis: Part 2, so you're visiting Jenna on the set of Finestkind, and you wanted to get your revenge after her teasing you but you end up in one damn of a situation
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Jen <3
You: Loveee ! Do you know what day it is ?
So today I finally get to see Jenna again and I'm terribly excited.
Jen: Hi love, did you sleep well ?
It's sweet she asks if i slept well because she knows I have trouble sleeping even more when I'm not with her. But currently I couldn't give a fuck less about my sleeping schedule.
You: Who gives a shit I FINALLY get to see you today !!
Jen: Oh yes that's right ! Omg I forgot it's already the day !
You: How could you forget ? I'm terribly offended.
Jen: Come on I'm sorry I really can't wait to see ya love ❤️
You: Yeah sure
Jen: Don't be like that
You: Ok ok I'm sorry
I'm really excited to see you tho ❤️
Jen: Me too ❤️
When's your flight ?
You: At 6pm.
Got everything pack already and I'm just gonna clean the house and feed the cats
Jen: Omg bring the cats with you !
You: Lmao I wish I could, but my best friend gonna take care of them while I'm gone
Jen: Really wish you could bring them :(
Miss them
You: More than me ?
Jen: That's a trick question and I won't answer
You: That is not a trick question woman 🤨
Anyway you're gonna pick me up at the airport right ?
Jen: Yes ofc
Need my little princess passenger
You: Tbh that's one of the thing I missed the most
Jen: Being my princess passenger ?
You: Yeah
Jen: You're unbelievable
You: I can't wait to see in your Mabel outfit in real life
Jen: Oooh right I forgot about that
I really bet you can't wait
You: Ok now don't be a teaser
Jen: I didn't do anything !
You: Aren't you suppose to work ?
Jen: Lunch break
You: Right
What scene do you gotta do after you're break ?
Jen: A lovey dovey scene
Oh right so whenever me or Jenna are doing a scene where we're kissing someone else we call those scenes "lovey dovey scenes" to not make the other one jealous. Which never works by the way.
You: Right I forgot that's basically all the movie is about.
Anddd now I'm jealous and she knows it.
Jen: Don't be jealous
We can recreate that scene if you want. It'll be soo much better than the actually scene
Will they make you feel better ?
You: Probably yeah
Jen: Alright. I gotta go my love I love you can't wait to see you ❤️
You: I love you too, work hard. I'll reward you when I'll get there ❤️
Jen: Oh God.
She can't be the only one to tease.
My plan arrived, and I've been looking around for Jenna until I saw a small figure looking around like I was. She turned around, and a smile immediately grew on her face. She ran up to me, hugging my waist tightly. "Hi baby. I've missed you so bad." She said, her face buried in my chest. "I've missed you too, love." My face in her neck holding her for dear life. She pulled away to kiss me softly. That's only when I realised she's still wearing Mabel's outfit. Oh God.
"You're still wearing Mabel's fit." I said while checking her out. "Yeah, you like it ?" She smirked. Fucking tease. "Yeah it looks even better in real life," I look up at her, not looking away from her mesmerising eyes, "you look so good, love." She just smiled at me, taking my hand in her. "Thank you sweetheart," she took some of my baggage and start walking toward her car, "by the way you know I worked real hard today." She made an allusion of our conversation earlier, I like to think that she kept thinking about that all day. "Remebered that huh ? Could you even think of something else all day ?" I teased her, I'm getting my revenge today.
"No I couldn't this is why I worked so hard, I mean, I had to think about something else than you which was really considering the pic that you send me so I think I deserved my reward." She started to ramble as she opened the door for me, I mumbled a small 'thank you' before starting to talk. "Right, you do deserve your reward." I smirked, seeing how hard I affected her.
Jenna is usually the one who has an effect on me and totally controls me, but from time to time, she lets me take control for a moment, so I'm enjoying it. Plus, I know as soon as she asks me to get down on my knees, I will.
On the way to the set of Finestkind, we talked about our day, going back and forth on random topics too. Once there, she made me meet everyone, but she hurried our way to her trailer.
"Remebered what I told you about recreating that lovey dovey scene ?"
"Yeah, I do, but what exactly was the scene ?"
"Let me show you ? You're Charlie, and I'm Mabel, ok love ?"
I only nodded, letting her guide me for now.
Jenna is currently lying on her back while I'm kissing her stomach, begging for her to let me taste her. "Please, pretty please." I'm so desperate for her, but how could I not be? She has been teasing me for the past hour. It goes from pulling my hair away from a kiss to denying me pleasure her. It's driving me crazy and she's loving it, maybe too much.
"What do you want, baby ?" She smirked down at me. "You. Just you, please." I'm turning into a whining mess. She pretended to think for a moment before answering me. "Mmh, I don't know. Why should I ?" She's being cruel. She knows it, a small tear run down my eye. I buried my face in her thigh, holding her like my life depended on it. "Because you worked so hard today, you need to release some stress." She can't deny me for too long she'll eventually give in.
"Okay, then have me, baby." She caressed my hair softly, I looked up at her checking if she was playing with me, but I realised she wasn't and immediately started to get to work.
We're having a long night.
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Step by Step Episode 11 (OF DOOM)
Warning: I really, really did not like this episode. If you’re trying to keep positive vibes you should scroll on by, friends!
Welp. I told a few friends last week that my biggest disappointment would be if, after missing the mark on the emotional payoff of the slow burn and speed running the relationship, the show chose to break them up and do a time jump rather than staying with them in the present time and working through the conflicts they set up. And here we are! I wish I’d been wrong about where this was heading. Shouts to @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm for holding me down while this show fell apart on me, I’ve been all in a tizzy about it, because I really loved it for awhile there.
This episode, yet again, felt like a disjointed mess. After last week’s cliffhanger, the idea of Pat resigning to get away from the predatory office gossip fell away within a few quick scenes. Instead the tension disappeared as the plot brought them into a bubble with only their most supportive colleagues and we swerved into a retread of the Put nonsense and a new plot about Jeng and Pat fighting to save the digital marketing team via the power of Put’s quasi-celebrity and Instagram likes. Or something. I honestly couldn’t tell you the details of what they were trying to accomplish, I was too distracted by my incredulity to pay close attention to this very sudden fake problem that they were obviously going to conquer (that, my friends, is what we call conflict with no stakes). Meanwhile, the show suddenly wants me to care about Jaab and Jen again - enough to devote a big portion of the penultimate episode’s runtime to them, what a choice - after doing fuck all with that plot for six weeks. It’s a no from me.
It doesn’t matter anyway, because soon enough we’re time skipping again! After resolving the work challenge subplot we speed past another three months of Pat and Jeng’s relationship without addressing any of their issues, and I guess I’m supposed to be at peace with being a full nine months into their relationship with no onscreen emotional advancement? But I gotta be honest, y’all. I am not. You just don’t do this with a slow burn romance narrative. You can’t spend 80% of your runtime building to something that you have no intention of paying off, and no amount of thinking about what else this show is trying to say is going to convince me they did proper justice to the relationship. I already broke down why I didn’t think the episode 10 culmination got us there, and nothing that happened in this episode changed my opinion.
And all of this is leading to yet another time jump - two entire years this time - after the big reveal that Jeng doesn’t believe in Pat at all and literally bought his success, Evil Daddy knew it all along and waited for a choice moment to deploy the info for maximum damage while twirling his villain mustache, and Pat is finally quitting for real and dumping Jeng for good measure.
And ya know what? GOOD FOR PAT. I was completely on his side in this decision. If there’s one bright spot in this episode (other than Chot, always Chot) it’s Pat getting himself together enough to realize he deserves better than the bullshit he’s been getting from Put and Jeng and walking on out. So Jeng and Pat are now broken up, but I never got invested in their relationship in the first place, because we barely saw it, let alone got the chance to live in and feel it. I wasn’t even upset while watching this breakup scene - it left me emotionally indifferent. Which is maybe the worst thing I can say about a dramatic climax in a story.
I guess next week we’ll meet Jeng and Pat again two years in the future and get some kind of happy ending. I’m gonna stick around for the finale and cross my fingers that we get all the epilogue fluff we have definitely earned, but sadly, this show has lost me.
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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep12 "St. Louis Blues"
Previous episodes linked here.
In this episode:
Almost at the end of the series, folks. We don't have much Real Doc content left, so let's treasure our time with him while we can.
We find our friend Doc at the Hill Valley baseball field, where the Hill Valley Dreamers are playing against the Riverburg Big Dudes. According to Doc, the teams aren't very good, and most of the seats remain empty during the games. However, this hasn't stopped Doc from somehow managing to end up in the worst seat possible.
He does occasionally poke his head around the beam to talk to us, but he just. Goes back to sitting behind it. There is NO ONE else around, and he can literally sit in any seat he wants, but he's resigned himself to being unable to see the game.
I love Doc so much. Where else am I going to find a man who's like this?
As he enjoys an iced tea and a hot dog, Doc shares that the food and drink were both introduced at the St. Louis World's Fair in 1904, which he went to with his family. We go into the cartoon then.
Marty and Jennifer are on a date to play mini-golf, but it isn't going well. If you've been keeping up with these posts, you probably know that Marty and Jen don't exactly have a great relationship. Jennifer is angry at Marty like 80% of the time on account of Marty being an immature doofus who likes to tease Jennifer and lie to her. As they play golf, a series of mishaps (due to Marty's clumsiness) causes Jen to be sprayed with water and then covered in green goo from the fake volcano.
Marty thinks this is very funny. Jennifer does not.
After laughing at Jen for a little, a girl in a convertible pulls up to chat with them. Her name is Liz, and she's apparently a rich, snobby girl who goes to Marty's college.
Liz asks Marty if he wants to be her date to a party at the country club or, "play kiddie golf with the witch." And even though Marty has plans with Jennifer (you know, his girlfriend) for later that night, he decides he'd rather go to the country club!! With this mean girl Liz!!!
Jennifer stomps away angrily, to which Marty does not even react. He just laughs and goes, "Well, looks like I'm free."
Jail for Marty.
He goes right to a barbershop to get a haircut in preparation for his country club date, but even the cheapest haircut is $92.50. Marty leaves and figures maybe he can borrow money from Doc.
Doc, Clara, Jules, and Verne are all at an amusement park. After paying $275 just for admission and then being charged $10 each for a drink, Doc and Clara propose they take the time machine to visit an old-fashioned amusement park where the prices are much more reasonable. Jules and Verne aren't interested, though; they want to stay and ride the present day thrill rides. Clara and Doc decide to take the trip themselves and tell the boys they'll be back in two hours.
Meanwhile, after arriving at the Brown home and finding it deserted, Marty comes upon one of Doc's inventions in the garage—the "Hair Cut O Matic." Ah, the perfect solution to Marty's problem!
Except, as is the case with most of Doc's inventions, it malfunctions pretty much right away. Marty barely has five seconds to admire his fresh new cut before his hair starts morphing before his very eyes.
Listen. Marty deserves this, okay?
Also, I don't think I've really mentioned this in past posts, but some episodes have quick segments called "Back to the Facts" which is when Cartoon Doc reads off a fun fact that relates to the episode. I assume these were played at the start or end of the commercial breaks? Anyway, this episode has an interesting one where Doc notes when the first roller coaster opened (1804) and mentions that they probably didn't go as fast as the "roller coasters of today—which can travel up to 66 mph."
I did some research because my initial thought was, "That can't be right. Roller coasters in 1992 could only go up to 66 mph??" But it appears that fact was right, as I looked up a list of coasters from that year and couldn't find any that went above around 60 mph. Which is crazy because that seems so...slow? Roller coasters today can reach much higher speeds, with the fastest coaster in the world ("Formula Rossa" in the United Arab Emirates) going almost 150 mph.
I personally have ridden the fastest coaster in North America, "Kingda Ka," which hits 128 mph. This beast:
Yes, the drop is every bit as wild as it looks. No experience like it. I think I've been on it two or three times? It gets shut down a lot because if there's significant enough wind, it sways and becomes too unsafe to ride, lol.
Must refocus. Marty goes to the amusement park to try to find Doc and ends up having to cough up $100 for the entrance fee anyway. So...Marty had the money. He just didn't want to use it for his haircut.
He has a stunning, beautiful braid at this point, btw.
Marty's hair briefly returns to normal, and he buys himself a hat to hide it as he continues to wander around the park looking for Clara and Doc. He's eventually spotted by Jules and Verne, and this is where I got sidetracked AGAIN because I could not for the life of me figure out what Verne was saying after he sees Marty. It sounded like, "Hey, lookie! Michael came back from The West!" I went back and listened two more times, and it sounded the same. I assumed it was an obscure reference to something, but I couldn't figure out what. Then I went and turned on the subtitles and saw the line is, "Fievel came back from The West!" which still didn't help me at all.
So, I did some searching and found it's a reference to An American Tail: Fieval Goes West, which is the sequel to An American Tail, a movie that's apparently about a Jewish mouse named Fievel Mousekewitz? I guess this is something the kids of 1992 would have known?
Marty, Jules, and Verne travel to the World's Fair in 1904 and set up the Time Train as a fair exhibit: The Train of the Future. A Tannen relative, P.T. Tannen, sees it and is intrigued. He's looking to set up an exhibit of his own that will bring in a lot of money, and for a moment, it looks like he might take the train. However, it turns out that he wants MARTY for his exhibit. A boy with magically changing hairstyles is just the thing he's looking for.
After kidnapping Marty and locking him in a cage, P.T. starts attracting quite the crowd to view such a freak of nature. Doc and Clara even wander in and are horrified to see who it is. The audience screams in terror as Marty's hair continues to change.
Doc and Clara attempt to create a diversion and rescue Marty, and there's a moment where another one of those weird mistakes with the animation happens. As you may remember, there have been instances of character's eyes and skin tones changing color randomly during scenes, as well as objects disappearing from the frame. This show is full of errors, but this one is a first. After being caught by P.T. Tannen, Doc's eyes inexplicably glow for several seconds.
I would love to know what was happening behind the scenes of this show because it's so sloppy a lot of the time.
After successfully escaping with Marty, everyone returns home. Marty dresses in a spiffy suit, gets his hair fixed, and takes the DeLorean over to Liz's house. There has not been one sighting of Marty's truck over the course of this whole show, so I assume he doesn't have one in the cartoon universe. He's always borrowing the DeLorean. Also, not a single mention of parents or siblings.
Marty's whole experience with his hair has taught him a very valuable lesson: it's not nice to make fun of other people. He tells Liz that he never should have teased Jen at the mini golf place and says he can't go to the country club with her. This doesn't bother Liz one bit since she found a "better" date to take her: someone who is rich and popular. Marty goes to Jen's house with flowers, pizza, and some movie rentals and apologizes to her. She forgives him, gives him a kiss, and we go back to Real Doc, who catches a baseball in his ice cream cone. He still attempts to eat it.
This is a fun episode. I like when I get to go and do a few minutes of research and learn about things like roller coaster speeds and animated mouse movies. But I can't believe so many episodes are built on the premise of Marty being a meanie and having to go through something awful to learn his lesson. Cartoon Marty is so wildly different from Movie Marty, and it makes me sad to think about the potential the show could have had. Bob Gale should approve a reboot of the cartoon but make it GOOD this time. He should hire the Tumblr BTTF fandom to work on it.
Join me next time as we head into the final episode of the series. 😭
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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 80- Taking Things A Little Further
Chapter Summary: Jennie returns to Korea as BTS prepares for their Festa. Jennie hangs with Big Bang. Jennie comforts Jungkook and calls out the Flower Crew cast for how they mistreated him during filming. JenKook start a Twitch gaming channel together.
Words: 7,000+
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With the guys back in Seoul, they were shooked and happy to see Jennie take so many photos with several celebs.
“Aw~! Munchkin finally got to meet him.” Hobi pointed out the photos with her and Shawn.
"Did he have to hug her so tightly?" Jungkook grumbled, frowning at the hug while the guys laughed and teased him.
“Look at how big she’s smiling!” Taehyung giggled.
“She’s cheesing, huh?” Yoongi chuckled.
“That smile is so wide. She must’ve been blushing.” Jimin pointed out.
"You think you're gonna lose your girlfriend?" Namjoon teased while the members played along.
"Shut up!" Jungkook whined, trying to hit the guys while they laughed.
“Wow, she met Ludacris and 50 Cent!” Hobi said in awe, pointing at the photos she had taken backstage with all these celebs.
They watched a video of Jennie teaching Ludacris Korean backstage on Billboard’s Twitter.
“So, how do you say it?” Ludacris asked as he tried to say hello in Korean after Jennie repeated the word slowly for him.
The boys laughed at the video and liked his pronunciation of the word.
It seemed like BTS’ name was traveling fast because Jennie was in a lot of videos with several celebs and Billboard staff as she talked about Korean Pop. Which was a great thing as she put out the idea of having K-Pop groups attend Billboard one day.
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As soon as she arrived back in Korea, she had to go straight to work. Arriving at Big Hit’s building, she went to her studio, quickly changing into her outfit for dance practice. Turning to her desk, she saw smarties and a cute note connected to it.
Smiling softly, she examined it to see that it was from Jungkook, who drew a small doodle of a bunny and a hamster.
‘I missed you! I hope you had a great flight. Enjoy these. See you at practice. I love you’ – JK
Walking into the dance studio with her gym bag, posing dramatically at the door, she announced, “I’m back~!”
The guys stopped talking and turned to her with bright smiles on their faces. “Jennie~! Yay~!” the members happily cheered and rushed over to her as she laughed.
“Ennie’s back! Ennie’s back!” Taehyung beamed.
“How was the show? We saw all your pictures. It’s like you met everybody,” Namjoon exclaimed.
“How’s Shawn?” Jungkook asked with jealousy, crossing his arms, and making the guys laugh. “You seemed to have a lot of fun with him. Even baked for him, too. When was the last time you baked for me? I’m always up for your baking.”
“Someone’s jealous,” Hobi teased, nudging Jungkook as he playfully hit him back.
"Yeah, Jungkook was complaining a lot when he saw the photos and videos of you and Shawn Mendes," Jimin laughed, throwing him under the bus.
"They have a cute ship name, too!" Jin brought up in a fit of giggles while Jungkook glared at him.
“Oh, would you relax?" Jen giggled at Jungkook. "Shawn has a girlfriend. He told me they're dating privately which is what we're doing. Shawn and I are friends. I think we're going to be the best musical partners going forward when we start collaborating. Anyway, he's great. Everything is great. I'm so glad I went to the show,"
“Angelina was amazing. I had to watch her perform a couple of times. Just wow. Blown away.” Namjoon added.
“Right?! I am so proud of her! She deserves everything!” she went to hug Jungkook who leaned down to kiss her. “So, Silver Spoon, right? And then rehearsing for our Festa?”
“Right on. We’re being filmed for a Bangtan Bomb for this dance practice too,” Hobi added.
“All right, let’s do this.”
“Let’s have someone take over Hoseok’s dance part at the end of Crow-tit.” Yoongi suggested.
Hobi agreed since he always did the dance break. After a game of Rock, paper, scissors, Yoongi was the one to lose and would have to do the dance break. As soon as he realized he lost, he dropped to his knees while everyone laughed.
“Yoongi Hyung’s got it!” Jimin cackled.
“I’m glad it ain’t me!” Jen high fived Jimin, celebrating.
After pulling themselves together, they got in position to dance. Jen stood next to Jungkook as their backs were facing the camera and the music came on. Quickly turning around, they shimmy on the beat. As they walked towards the camera, Jen put up three fingers and counted down just before Rapmon began his verse.
They call me baepsae
yokbwatji i sedae
ppalli chase ’em
hwangsae deoge nae garangin taengtaeng
Her weak pelvic thrusts caught the attention of those around her as they laughed at her while she stuck her tongue out. If they don’t leave her alone. Perhaps she’ll just freestyle and shake her ass instead next time.
So call me baepsae
yokbwatji i sedae
ppalli chase ’em
geumsujeoro taeeonan nae seonsaengnim
Moving out of the shot, she watched as Hobi, Jimin, and Jungkook danced. She stood in the background with V and decided to dance with him as they both started to dab and laugh.
alba gamyeon yeoljeongpei
hakgyo gamyeon seonsaengnim
sangsadeureun haengpae
eolloneseon maennal myeot po sedae
Once Rapmon was about to rap, she came back into the picture with him.
rul bakkwo change change
She stood in between Jimin and Rapmon and as she kicked, she put a little bit more fierceness into it as she thrusted her shoulder forward.
hwangsaedeureun wonhae wonhae maintain
geureogeneun an doeji BANG BANG
As they moved around, she stood behind a kneeling Jimin, while Jungkook was next to her as they put up gun signs. Then, she started bodyrolling in sync with him.
igeon jeongsangi anya
igeon jeongsangi anya
Grabbing Jimin’s cap, she took it off his head and placed it on hers instead as he stood up and gave her a playful glare. She stuck her tongue out in response.
ah noryeoknoryeok taryeong jom geumandwo
ah ogeuradeureo nae du sonbaldo
ah noryeok noryeok ah noryeok noryeok
ah noraguna ssaksuga
yeoksi hwangsae!
noryeoktaryeong jom geumandwo
ah ogeuradeureo nae du sonbaldo
ah noryeok noryeok
She froze with the rest of the members until Jungkook low fived Hobi and they all leaned back in sync.
ah noryeok noryeok
ah noraguna ssaksuga
Standing in the middle while the guys were dancing around, Jen began doing the shmoney dance for fun.
yeoksi hwangsaeya
“silmang an sikyeo.” she lipsynced with Jimin
yeoksi hwangsaeya
“ireum gabt hane.”
Jimin took his cap back and placed it on his head as they danced with each other, rocking to the beat. Then he got to the front as she stood behind him while they all moved their leg up coolly.
yeoksi hwangsaeya
“da haemeogeora.”
yeoksi hwangsaeya
Hwangsaeya
Jumping to the front, J-Hope continued the chorus as Jen put her own flavor into the leaning to the side dance move by looking extra and having a surprised expression on her face.
They call me baepsae
yokbwatji i sedae
ppalli chase ’em
hwangsae deoge nae garangin taengtaeng
Instead of the pelvic thrusting, she decided to shake her ass, which she felt much better doing as she turned around for her butt to face the camera. She got a kick in the butt in response by Jin who wasn’t too happy, which made her laugh.
So call me baebsae
yokbwatji i sedae
ppalli chase ’em
geumsujeoro taeeonan nae seonsaengnim
Swiping Jimin’s cap off his head again, he laughed as he walked out of the shot while Jen stayed to dance around Suga with Rapmon. She decided to copy Rapmon’s moves as he laughed at her.
nan baepsaedari neon hwangsaedari
gyaenen malhaji ‘nae darin baekman buljjari’
nae ge jjarbeunde eojji gateun jongmok hani?
They say ‘ttokgateun chowonimyeon gwaenchanjanhni!’
Never Never Never
rul bakkwo change change
hwangsaedeureun wonhae wonhae maintain
geureogeneun an doeji BANG BANG
igeon jeongsangi anya
igeon jeongsangi anya
Walking over to the front, she adjusted Jimin’s cap on her head and started to lipsync, “ah noryeoknoryeok taryeong jom geumandwo. ah ogeuradeureo nae du sonbaldo.”
Tapping the side of her shoe, she smoothly leaned back while the rest of the members froze until it was their cue.
“ah noryeok noryeok ah noryeok noryeok. ah noraguna ssaksuga.”
yeoksi hwangsae!
She pointed to Jungkook, who lifted up his leg and arms, pretending to be a bird, with the guys. Jimin started to move past her to the front as they made eye contact and laughed again. She then placed his cap back on his head.
noryeoktaryeong jom geumandwo
ah ogeuradeureo nae du sonbaldo
ah noryeok noryeok ah noryeok noryeok
ah noraguna ssaksuga
yeoksi hwangsaeya
Jungkook started doing one of his meme dances which made Jennie laugh as she continued the choreography.
nae tasirani neo nongdamiji
gongpyeonghadani oh are you crazy
ige jeonguirani you mu be kiddin’ me!
You mu be kiddin’ me
you you mu be kiddin’ me!
After he finished lipsyncing, Taehyung jumped on his back and slapped his butt as he walked back to his position.
ah noryeoknoryeok taryeong jom geumandwo
ah ogeuradeureo nae du sonbaldo
ah noryeok noryeok ah noryeok noryeok
Being extra, she decided to lean back farther than usual, which would be a big rewind moment for reactors on YouTube.
ah noraguna ssaksuga
yeoksi hwangsae!
noryeoktaryeong jom geumandwo
ah ogeuradeureo nae du sonbaldo
ah noryeok noryeok ah noryeok noryeok
ah noraguna ssaksuga
urin baepsaeya
“silmang an sikyeo.” Jen and Jimin lipsync again. Jimin decided to copy her shmoney dance as she laughed and did it with him.
urin baepsaeya
“ireumgabthane.”
Afterwards, it was Yoongi’s time to shine as he started twerking with everyone hyping him up.
“WORK!” Jen cheered, laughing with Jimin while Rapmon covered his mouth.
So call me baepsae
yokbwatji i sedae
ppalli chase ’em
geumsujeoro taeeonan nae seonsaengnim
After the ending pose, Taehyung kicked Hobi’s butt and the recording ended as everyone caught their breath.
Now it was on to practicing for the Festa. The practice room was filled with Hobi’s “Ba bams” and music as he helped Jin with his solo dance while Jimin helped Rapmon with his. V walked around rapping for Cypher Part 3, and Jennie walked around to go over the lyrics for Sunmi’s Full Moon since she’ll be singing and dancing. Including rapping Lena’s part.
Yoongi was with her as he listened closely to her rapping.
“Perfect weather, can get no better,” she rapped smoothly as he nodded. “Everything around us so so real yo. Tonight, it’s the night, boreumdareul jomyeong sama, sarangeul soksagigi ttak joheun bam.”
“geudae soneul japgo Walking on the moon, gutge dachin mun ppajimeobsi yeoreo, oraetdongan gidaryeo watdeon kkum.” she messed up on transitioning back to Sunmi’s verse and stopped singing altogether.
“You sound good, smartie,” Yoongi praised. “Let’s just work on how to control your breathing,”
She needed to make sure her transition from the rap to the chorus wasn’t sloppy as she worked hard on her breath control and timing. Maybe breathing through her nose will help.
After working on the lyrics, she focused on practicing with Jimin and Jungkook for the Coming of Age Ceremony cover. She swiped Jimin's hat off his head again to wear as they rehearsed. At one point she slut dropped all extra, making the boys laugh at her randomness.
As the song continued to play, she listened closely to the lyrics. ‘I’m not a little innocent girl anymore, you don’t need to hesitate any longer,’
“Wow, a relatable song to me,” she commented, making Jin stop working on his Festa project.
“What do you mean relatable!?” he called out.
“I was joking,” she quickly replied.
“You better be,” he pointed to her, narrowing his eyes, and making her giggle.
“SKRT!” V shouted on the mic as Cypher pt 3 came on. “SKRT SKRT! SKRT!”
‘This man is a character,’ she thought with a chuckle.
“Hi, Kim Taehyung, I’m so happy I get to rap like this,” he rapped.
On camera, Jennie was standing in the background, smirking at her phone in amusement while nodding her head to his flow. She was going over the lyrics for her performance.
Jimin’s hat was taken off her head and she looked up to see Jungkook placing his hat on hers instead. It looked like he was a little jealous to see her wearing Jimin’s hat. He planned on leaning down for a kiss but then remembered the camera was on them since Taehyung was rapping in front of them for a Bangtan Bomb. Although it could just be edited, he decided not to take the risk. Instead, he stood with her as they watched him rap.
“Hyung, you really shouldn’t rap,” Jungkook immediately chuckled after he finished the song
“Jungkook.” Jen scolded and turned to V, “Don’t listen to him. I’m your biggest supporter on this no matter what. You killed it. Just keep practicing. Army is going to be excited over it,”
A boxy smile came across V’s face as he looked at her with appreciation.
Later, Jen stared at Yoongi and Hobi wide-eyed and started laughing as they sang dramatically, practicing their cover of Homme’s I Ate Well.
“It’s a big mistake to ask them to do this. I’m extremely good at harmonizing. We should’ve done it together. It’s such a pity.” Rapmon complained.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH~!” Hobi screamed out while singing, causing Jennie to look up from her lyrics, furrowing her eyebrows. The camera caught her reaction and it was sure to become the next K-pop meme as Jungkook and Jin laughed at them.
“Oh yeaaaaaaaaah oooooooohhhhhhhhhh~!” Yoongi sang out
While the guys were doing their own thing, Jennie finally started to practice Sunmi’s Full Moon dance. There was a couch against the wall that she used as she put on the song to practice. Concentration was on her face as she drowned out all distractions to make sure she got this choreography and sensuality right. But Yoongi and Hobi decided to mess with her by sitting next to her on the couch to try to copy her moves. She suppressed a laugh as she continued to dance.
geudaeyeo boreumdari tteuneun nal, nal boreowayo
i bami gagi jeone hae tteugi jeone seodulleojwoyo
As she danced to the chorus, angling her arms up in the air like a moon, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Hobi copied her and pretended to be her backup dancers.
She slowly kneeled and rubbed her hands together.
Eh eh eh eh eh
Eh eh eh eh eh
Eh eh eh eh eh
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After practice, Jennie went to meet up with Big Bang as G-Dragon invited her to go eat with them. The excitement in her was building as she made her way to a private section of the restaurant where he was waiting for her.
“Jennie,” his eyes lit up as she went to hug him.
“I missed you! What’s been going on?”
“Touring has been fun. Just enjoying every day. So, does BTS know you’re going to be hanging out with Big Bang?”
She smiled sheepishly, “Not...yet.”
They both laughed.
“I’ll let you be my little secret for a little while longer,” she added. “It’ll be nice if we can all hang out one day. I’m sure the guys would flip.”
As they walked over to the table, Jennie was met by excited smiles from the members.
“Here she is. Miss Jennifer.” G-Dragon announced
“Hey!” she waved excitedly.
“Jennie! Welcome!” Seungri happily greeted which caught her by surprise.
“So, you’re the precious Jennie hyung is always blabbing on about. Nice to finally meet you!” Taeyang smiled.
Jen’s face immediately heated up by the way he was smiling so charmingly. It was surprising to her that they knew her name. Like Big Bang knows who she is!? That’s amazing.
When her eyes met TOP's, she almost fainted.
He smiled softly. "It's nice to finally meet you, Jennie,"
"Oh my gosh, hi~!" she giggled, making the guys laugh at her enthusiasm towards him.
Taking a seat next to G-Dragon and Seungri, she was welcomed with open arms. She watched the group bicker and crack jokes which made her laugh. It made her think of her bond with BTS and she hoped it would remain as strong as theirs.
“I baked some cookies for you guys! I hope you like them. Thanks for having me here.” she took out her bag and placed it on the table to reveal a big container of various chewy cookies. They immediately thanked her as they looked at the cookies happily.
“I like her even more,” Daesung called out with a laugh, making her smile.
“Oh wow, thank you!” Seungri happily took the container of cookies.
“It’s for all of us,” TOP called out, grabbing a hold of it, and pulling it to him.
“Yeah, bring it to the middle of the table so we can all share,” Taeyang added, bringing it to the table which made Seungri pout. “Jennie, BTS’ fire comeback is very impressive.”
“Thank you, that means so much coming from you. The guys will be stoked to hear about you liking the comeback,” she said. “I have to give thanks to G-Dragon for helping me.”
“Seeing your hard work pay off is great to see. You’re doing well,” G-Dragon praised.
“Speaking of fire, TOP caught me making a dance video about it,” Seungri laughed.
“Oh really?! You have the video?” she eagerly asked while G-Dragon and Daesung snickered at the memory, shaking their heads.
“Way ahead of you,” TOP took out his phone to show the video of him secretly filming Seungri in a dance room, making everyone at the table laugh.
“We should make a dance cover video of fire,” Jen suggested.
Seungri seemed to enjoy the idea and wanted to make plans to film a cover with her for fire soon.
“How is the idol life for you? Any questions?” Daesung asked.
“Yes. I hate to kill the mood but I feel like you guys are the best to ask about this. Um, how do you guys deal with sasaengs? Because I think I was followed by a few when I went to the billboard awards.” she frowned.
“What happened at Billboard?”
“I just always feel eyes on me. It’s crazy about the idea of being followed. And I hope it doesn’t get worse with family being involved.”
“That’s the worst when they start following our families.” TOP sighed and rubbed his temples. “One thing I recommend is speaking up about it. Call them out. Be stern about it. Enough is enough. Stand up for yourself. And keep Big Hit informed,”
“I will. I've been taking self defense classes, too. So, I do feel good about defending myself if anything comes to that.
“You hear that, hyung? Don’t make her upset or she’ll beat you up,” Seungri teased.
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” Jen reassured TOP, as the members laughed.
“You know with me, I had to move at one point because some crazy girls were hiding around my apartment at night. It was shocking. So, I moved to a more private apartment.” G-Dragon mentioned.
“There are times I can’t even get in,” Taeyang added.
“Just let me know when you visit,”
“I do!” Taeyang turned to Jennie and joked, “I feel like he just doesn’t want to see me,”
“You guys are about to celebrate ten years as a group,” Jen brought up in amazement. “Right now Bangtan and I are focusing on our annual Festa. We’re celebrating three years. Time is flying so fast. I hope that we can last a long time like you. Ten years is astonishing. So much hard work and dedication. It’s inspiring,”
“You will,” G-Dragon predicted. “I can see that BTS has a bond like no other. No matter the hardships, teamwork is how to do it. You made it this far. You’re going to soar.”
“Namjoon always told me teamwork makes the dream work as our fans work with us to be the best that we can be,”
After their lunch, the members posted photos from their outing. Seungri posted a selfie of him gobbling up Jen’s cookies while she pretended to look at him like he was crazy and captioned it, ‘Nice to meet u, Jennie! I’m keeping the cookies hyungs!’
Daesung posted a cute photo of them hugging, 'Nice to meet you, Jennie! Thanks for the cookies! You are going to do well in the industry,'
G-Dragon posted a group photo that they took during the lunch with the caption, ‘Big Bang X JW.’
Taeyang had posted a cute selfie with Jen with the caption, ‘Dope Meeting, congratz’
TOP posted a photo of him and Jennie looking cool for the camera. With the caption, ‘W Jennie’
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'God...give me the strength. Because I’m trying my hardest to mature and keep in this frustration. But people keep trying me. #Jen’ Jen tweeted as ARMY commented on asking her if it had something to do with Flower Crew.
Earlier today, she had checked out the first episode of Jungkook staring on Flower Crew while taking a break from shopping. He had been talking about it for weeks and was extremely excited to be able to be on a variety show by himself. She thought it would be an amazing experience for him.
But when she watched the show, things started to go downhill as her blood began to boil. Jungkook bought burgers for the cast and then Jo Se Ho decided to act like an asshole and claim they were leftovers, making Jungkook upset and embarrassed.
An irate Jennie had to go on Twitter to tweet and then begin to type out her rant on her notes to post as photos for Twitter. She knew some would most likely criticize her for speaking about someone older than her in Korea like this but this needed to be said. You shouldn’t treat someone any type of way regardless of age. Her heart ached to watch Jungkook look so bummed and uncomfortable during the show. He did not deserve that.
When she brought it up to the members via text, they immediately went to Jungkook to get him to explain what happened as they all went into full protection mode.
“Why didn’t you tell us about this?” Namjoon asked.
Jungkook cringed at the memory and looked down. “It was embarrassing...”
The guys had sat him down to give him a pep talk and to make him feel better, they went out to treat him to lamb skewers.
Jungkook scrolled through Twitter and noticed a series of new tweets from their account, including Jen’s photos of her rant through her notes. He started to read:
‘With all due respect, what made you think your actions towards my best friend were OK? He’s on his first variety show alone, so excited, and took time out of his day and money to treat you and the rest of the cast to burgers. And you say they’re leftovers? You’ve got to be joking me! That’s not cool, Jo Se Ho. Jungkook is one of the kindest, sweetest souls in this world and for you to treat him like that is revolting. Apologize. Immediately. You lucky I wasn’t on the show because I probably would’ve been criticized and asked to leave after what I would’ve said to you on TV. This is unacceptable behavior. The heck is wrong with you acting like this on TV to someone? Grow up. Encourage us young people, not berate and embarrass us. ARMY, stay away from the cast's social media. This is the first and last time I’m giving this joke of a man the time of day. Don’t attack him online or the rest of the cast. It’s going to give a bad rep. You’re better than this. You do not need to attack anyone on social media, so please chill out, and let’s focus on more positive matters. Let us continue to give Jungkook love and support. Kookie, my Marvel bestie, your banana milk is waiting for you.’
Fans tweeted:
'OMGGG’
'Miss Bangtan said to not attack him online! Respect her request. We are better than this’
'Jennie snapped!’
'Can they date?’
'JenKook RISE! She said what she said!’
'And she’s giving him banana milk. Awwww. Thank you for speaking up Jennie’
'DRAG HIM!’
'Miss Bangtan has spoken! Thank you for being a great friend to Jungkook’
'THIS is friendship. She’s giving him banana milk!’
'I really want them to date. Because that last part was cute af.’
When Jen arrived back at the dorm, she had placed five bottles of banana milk down for Jungkook as he smiled appreciatively. He was then met with a tight hug from her and they stayed like that for a while.
“How are you feeling?” she asked with her head against his chest.
“I’m feeling much better now. Thank you,”
She looked up at him as he looked down with a smile. “Don’t mention it. Don’t let people take advantage of your kindness like that. And don’t let this ruin your variety show experience. He was a big jerk.“
“I won’t. I prefer Running Man. Especially when it’s with you,”
"We’ll be on another episode of Running Man, soon enough, okay?”
“Okay.”
The next morning, Jennie felt like she was about to die as she stayed in bed, clenching her stomach due to the most deadly cramps of the century. Every time she got her period, it was the worst for the first two days and she became a different person. If you say something wrong or look at her the wrong way results may vary when it was that time of the month.
Jungkook had been educating himself on periods and to get somewhat of an understanding of what women go through when it is that time of the month. Lately, he had started to track her period to prepare himself and buy things for her in advance such as a heating pad for her stomach. He even spoke to Jin about it.
The first sign that it was that time of the month was when she was bedridden and irritable. She doesn’t want anyone to bother her, always snaps at people, and tends to pass the time by playing games on her phone and napping. Jungkook didn’t take her irritation to heart, no matter how many times she snapped at him. Although she can be a little scary, he knows she doesn’t mean it. If anything, all he wants to do is cuddle her.
“I don’t care, go away!” she placed a pillow over her head.
Next was her weird food cravings. He would always ask what she wanted to eat. For some reason, she enjoyed eating potatoes and bananas the most while on her period. So, he always made sure to stock up.
One time he had given her smarties since he knew that was her favorite snack. But when she rejected them, that made him Jungshooked.
“Ew, I hate smarties. They’re disgusting. Throw them all way!” she complained.
“Wh-what? But you love smarties!” Jungkook tried to reason.
“Who lied? They’re gross. Throw all of it away. I don’t even want to look at them,”
“O-okay,”
Biggest mistake ever.
Because once she was off her period, she almost tore the entire dorm apart, trying to find her favorite candy.
“B-but you said to throw them away-“
“YOU THREW THEM AWAY!?” Jennie screamed, making him flinch. Jimin, J-Hope and V yelped and took cover, getting as far away from her as possible while Rapmon sat on the couch with his headphones on, oblivious. “WHY DID YOU LISTEN TO ME!? THAT WASN’T ME TALKING!"
He assumed everything she said was literal when she was on her cycle and decided to do whatever she said. But now he knew that if she said to throw away smarties, don’t do it. It was just her crazy hormones talking.
Today, during the first day of her period, Jen was lying in her bed, with a heating pad on her stomach given by Jungkook which had started to help.
“I hate everything...I hate my life. This is the worst. Why? What did we do to deserve this pain?” she complained, hissing at the sharp abdominal pain in her stomach.
She then felt herself get pulled back into a warm chest, getting closely held.
“Go awaaaaaaay~!” she whined, trying to get out of Jungkook’s arms.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“Go play video games with the guys or something.”
“I want to be with you,”
“Well, I don’t right now. I look like shit. I feel like shit. I am shit. Leave.”
“No.” he simply answered.
She sighed and decided to just deal with it, making him smile victoriously. As much as she hated to admit it with her stubborn attitude during her period, lying with him helped tremendously. She hoped he would stay after she woke from her nap.
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A few days later, playing video games in her room, Jungkook tried to focus on Overwatch while playing through his aching back. He had strained it when he danced too hard during the fire promotions. He had tried his best to hide it from Jennie. But this time, he got caught as Jen had been observing him for days.
“So, how long are you going to hide that from me?” she called him out.
“Hide what?” he asked innocently.
“Your back. You look like you’re uncomfortable. What happened?”
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry,”
“Kookie, you’re never going to perform your best with that much tension. Stop playing the game for 30 minutes, come here, and lie down on my bed.”
“I-it’s okay. Really,”
“Really? You always ask me for massages. And lately, you haven’t been asking. Why? What’s the problem?”
He started to feel a little fidgety.
‘Because I don’t know if I can control myself with the way you touch me,’ he thought.
Lately, it seemed like his body was reacting much more to her. It was getting to the point where almost every time they made out, his lower region began to have a mind of its own. Sure they did some things during Prom Weekend but he had been trying his best to avoid being extra touchy these days until he could work on his hormones that were running all over the place. And with them not being alone like they were during Prom Weekend, it was getting harder.
Having enough, Jen rolled her eyes and took the controller out of his hands.
“Goodness gracious.” she huffed, exiting out the game
“H-hey! I was in the middle of the game,”
“I don’t care. Lie down. Now. I’m done watching you in pain like this.” she set the controller down and made him lay on his stomach on her bed after taking his shirt off.
“I told you, I’m okay.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” she sat on his behind, rubbing massage oil on her hands, and began working on his back.
While massaging him, she proceeded to nag him, which he always thought was cute. He had to admit her hands were doing magic as he immediately felt relief from her touch. But his mind started to drift elsewhere as it started to make him feel fidgety again. Once he felt her nails lightly rake his back, his struggle to keep himself together worsened.
His mind went to a suggestive place, as he thought about her underneath him. He didn’t mean for these dirty thoughts to happen but he couldn’t control it. He knew her massaging him was a bad idea.
Did she know how much of an effect she had on him?
How much he was starting to want her?
However, Jennie was starting to feel the same way. His back was so broad as she thought about him pinning her down against the bed. How nice his lips would be against her neck and even lower.
'No, stop.’ she thought, shaking her head as she tried to block the suggestive thoughts out of her mind.
They weren’t alone in the dorm so maybe making out wasn’t the best idea as she thought of the possibility of being walked in on.
After massaging him, she went into her bathroom to wash off the massage oil from her hands.
“See how easy that was? And you feel much better, right? Next time just tell me to massage you. No more waiting that long to be massaged,” she stated. "I hate when you don't tell me that you're in pain. You worry me,"
As soon as she walked out of her bathroom, she was met with his arms pulling her to him for a kiss out of nowhere. It made her stumble back into the bathroom as she kissed back, pulling him closer.
This kiss felt...different.
More frenzied and passionate.
It made her body feel flush as she was backed up to her sink with his hands on it to trap her.
‘You’re not alone!’ reality hit her which made her reluctantly break the kiss.
“The guys are here,” she reminded him.
“Just for a little bit,” he whispered, ignoring her warning, and leaned back for another smooch.
“Jungkook,” she warned again.
But he kept getting handsy which started to almost make her forget about the guys being here. But clinging onto the last resistance she had, she gently pushed him back.
“I want to. But one of them may walk in. Let’s make out later. Like when everyone is sleeping or something,” she suggested, walking out of the bathroom.
Remaining persistent, Jungkook walked out of her bathroom and shut her door, locking it.
“There, no abrupt interruptions on our alone time,” he shrugged like it was no big deal.
She stared at him in disbelief. He was getting bolder these days. The intense stare coming from him was making her go a little crazy.
“And what if they hear me? I don’t feel like dealing with them teasing us about it for a couple of weeks,”
“I won’t let that happen,”
“Easier said than done with your unpredictability. We shouldn’t.”
He reached out for her but she turned around to avoid another kiss. One more kiss and it was over for her. She needed to stand her ground. There’ll be plenty of more times to make out.
But her avoidance was short lived when she felt a pair of warm lips on her shoulder blade. Trapped in his arms, she began to feel her legs weaken as she shivered in pleasure when he began to slowly travel up to her neck.
This was so dangerous.
Her eyes closed and she leaned back into him as her breathing quickened.
‘We should stop but this feels so good,’ she thought as she felt a gentle bite on her neck.
“Just five minutes. And then I’ll stop,” he whispered, gently biting her ear.
'Who taught him this?’ she thought, enjoying what he was doing.
Five minutes he said. Maybe five minutes won’t hurt.
Turning around, she wrapped her arms around his neck for a heated kiss, as her desire for him took over. She felt herself being lifted up and moved to her bed as he sat on the edge of it, allowing her to straddle him. Cupping his face, their slow, passionate kisses left her breathless as their need for each other grew. Gripping her hips, he felt her move against his hardness, making him moan out her name.
"Keep your voice down," she whispered.
"I'm trying...you’ve been driving me crazy these past few weeks, you know that?”
When he said that, she felt this need for him that she couldn’t quite explain. She wanted to go further.
Securely holding her, Jungkook turned them over to place her on the bed as he hovered over her and kissed her again. He then slowly moved down to her neck making her breathing quicken.
This felt so good. Everything. The way he was touching her. She wanted more.
“You want me to stop?” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver.
Five minutes passed already? She didn’t want this to end. Can’t he keep going and ignore that the time passed?
“I can keep going,” he said like he read her mind. The way she was looking at him gave it away. “But you’re going to have to say it, baby girl,”
'Oh my God, who taught him this? Who is teaching him to say these things? Because this was new and I love it,' she thought.
“Keeping going,” she responded breathlessly as he went back down to her neck.
Suddenly, she let out an unexpected moan when he found a sensitive spot on her neck. She quickly covered her mouth, making him chuckle.
“They definitely heard that,” she exclaimed. “We gonna get caught,”
“No, we won’t, relax. It wasn’t even that loud,”
“To you.”
“It was for my ears only and I’d like to hear it again. Can I try something?”
“Okay,”
“Trust me.” he leaned down to kiss her again, making her forget about her worries.
He began grinding his hips into hers, making her whimper. She lightly scratched his back in response as she let out another sound.
Okay, screw it. If they get caught, they get caught. This was feeling all too good right now, it was worth getting caught. She didn’t want to stop as she felt comfortable with him. She can only imagine how it will be when they’re ready to go all the way.
“Jeon Jungkook! I know you're in there!” Jin called out, knocking on the door, and tried to open it but it was locked. "Stop hiding in Jennie's room! I know you pranked me!"
Jungkook sighed out of annoyance, turning his head to the door. He looked down at Jennie to see her chuckling.
“It was nice when it lasted,” she said while he got off her and put his shirt back on. "What did you do to Jin?"
"I put eggs in his laundry. I guess he figured out it was me. I'm gonna hide from him. Don't tell him I'm here," he went under the bed.
That caused Jennie to laugh. She went to open the door to see Jin marching in, looking around.
"Where is this brat?"
"Jungkook isn't here,"
"Are you lying to me?" he crossed his arms.
"No, I haven't seen him all day. Have you checked the laundry room? I did hear him say he was going to wash clothes,"
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During the week of the Festa, JenKook had set up everything for the start of their Twitch Stream for Army. They had the equipment set up, everything was recording fine and they sat next to each other in front of the camera. They were located in Jennie’s Smartie factory for the stream.
Jennie tweeted the link, ‘Guess who is streaming!? JenKook’s first episode is here! Click on the link and watch! Let’s have some fun!’
“It’s on~!” she said excitedly
“How many people should we wait for until we start the stream?” he asked, spinning around in his chair.
“W-wow. We already have over 20k.” she looked on in amazement as she peered closely at the viewer count on the screen.
“It’s still growing. Now 70k. Might as well start now.”
Looking at the camera, Jennie smiled, “Yo yo yo! It’s your one and only Miss Bangtan!” she turned to Jungkook, waiting for him to speak but he missed his cue and they ended up laughing. “We’ll work on our intro.”
“Yeah.” he turned to the camera and waved, “Hello! Jungkook here!”
“And we are The Golden Duo! Welcome to our first Twitch stream. You excited?!” she asked the fans who rapidly replied in the comments positively.
“I am. I can’t wait to win,” the Golden Maknae said confidently
“If you win,” she shrugged.
“I will. I win everything,”
“Well, perhaps today is the big day when you lose, my good friend.” she ignored his glare which made viewers laugh and respond with ‘hahas’ and ‘LOLs’. “Today we’re playing...”
“The Impossible Game!” Jungkook announced in English as the game was happily on the screen, waiting to be played.
“How ready are you to get this going?”
“I got this. Let’s play,”
They played a quick game of rock, papers, scissors to determine who would play first. Jungkook managed to win and they launched the game. The music began as the orange square moved at a steady pace. Jungkook effortlessly pressed the spacebar as it jumped over the first triangle. But automatically died when he failed to jump over the second. He paused the game while Jen let out a laugh.
“I got this. I win everything,” she mocked in a deep voice.
“I’m just warming up,” he said, brushing it off.
“Oh, okay. Try it again.” she turned to the camera, “He’s warming guys.”
He tried it again and this time got further as she watched closely. Once the music intensified, the orange square kept moving up the blocks. Jennie danced to the beat, making him laugh and distracting him as he hit a triangle.
“Stop distracting me,”
“What? I didn’t do anything,”
“Stop being cute,” he murmured and tried again.
“Hop...hop...hop...hop again. And again. Hop. Hop. Hop-hop-hop-hop-hop,” she said, following the square’s movements while he concentrated.
He got even farther as he tried again but still couldn’t make it past the part when the beat got higher pitched.
“Okay, my turn!”
“I bet you can’t beat that,” he said confidently.
“I really hope I win so I can see how salty you’re going to look,” she started the game. She made it just before the beat dropped as she felt accomplished.
Hearing him laugh at her error, she responded, “Okay but I still made it farther than you on my first attempt,”
As she continued, for some reason, she couldn’t get much farther as she kept hitting the spikes. Meanwhile, fans were amused to see Jungkook grinning at her failure.
“CAN YOU JUMP!?” she shouted at the screen after dying again, making him laugh loudly. “Look I’m just-“
PHEW!
“I’m just not concentr-“
PHEW!
“Can I finish my sentence without dying, damn!”
PHEW!
She sighed loudly and paused the game to rub her temples.
Jungkook glanced at her and the screen as a moment of silence occurred.
“You okay?” he teased.
“Shut up. Leave me alone,”
“Let the professionals take over,” he unpaused the game and began to play while she rolled her eyes and watched him. “It’s okay to lose to me. It’s fine. It’s normal.”
“I’m seconds away from hitting you,”
He giggled as he progressed, jumping up the blocks. But then he suddenly died.
“No!” he shouted.
“Let the professionals take over,” she mocked. “It’s okay to lose to me.”
“The keyboard is just glitching,”
“Oh! Blame it on the keyboard. What’s next?”
“Me beating the game before you,” he replied as he got back to the section he stopped at but died again...and again...and again.
The intensity of the game increased as Jungkook began to look more serious while playing, determined to beat the game. Poking the inside of his cheek, his frustration was more visible since he wasn’t progressing further.
He threw his head back and let out a frustrated sigh. “This game is rigged!”
“Is it now?”
“Yeah! I barely touched the triangle and it made me die! It could have let me go by it,” he whined as she let out a giggle. “Is something funny?”
“Yeah, you. My turn,”
She went to play, making the orange cube hop over the dark boxes and triangles with ease. As the beat dropped, the cube continued to make it up to the top without any errors. Jungkook’s smile fell as she progressed past where he stopped and stared at the screen in disbelief. She kept going as he turned to her and then back at the screen.
He went to read the comments:
'Omg look at his face! He’s shooked’
'I love how cute she looks when she’s concentrating,’
The cube hit a triangle and it was back to the beginning as she tried again.
“How!?” Jungkook exclaimed.
“That was luck. I was trying not to freak out as I progressed.”
As she tried it again many more times, she and Jungkook started bouncing in sync to the beat. The block fell down for a moment but then she didn’t notice as it hit the spike and it was back to the beginning, making Jungkook cackle and clap his hands.
“NO~!” she screamed, “NO! ARE YOU-ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?”
“Welp,“
"I’m done. I don’t want to play this anymore. It took me forever to get back to where I was,”
“Yeah, I think we both had enough,” Jungkook chuckled. “Well, it looks like we can’t beat the impossible game today. But we’ll just have to replay it on another stream in the future for round 2,”
Jen went to the stream chat to read a comment, “What game are we playing next? The next game we’re going to check out is Overwatch!”
“We don’t have a date yet for our next stream but just know when we do, we’ll tweet the link,”
“Yeah, so keep a lookout. It can happen any day, any time. All right, that’s all the time we have!” she paused and glanced at Jungkook. “We need to think of an outro too, don’t we?”
“We should think of something cool. Something catchy.”
“Let’s think of ideas later. So for now, we’ll simply say goodbye.”
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With Matt Rife who lounged backstage before the show of Wild N' Out, he scrolled through Instagram to see the latest post on Wild N' Out's page. There it had Jennie announcing that she was excited to be a guest on the show in August with Desiigner & Angelina and hoped to take Nick Cannon's belt.
"Damn..." Matt said as he scrolled through her Instagram page. "This girl is going to be on the show?"
He continued to lurk through her page, liking tons of posts.
“Damn...she is cute,” he said and followed her.
On Instagram’s following tab where you can see the activity of the people you follow, BTS fans who watch Wild ’n’ Out and check who Jennie is following and who is following her noticed that Matt had followed her.
Mattrife started following JJennie_JW
They even noticed his comment on her recent photo. A simple eye emoji with a smirking emoji.
Fans immediately jumped on the situation and began commenting and making Twitter threads to bring awareness to who he was and the whole Zendaya situation back in 2015.
‘GUYS! WE HAVE A SITUATION!’
‘Matt Rife followed Jennie!’
'They can never make me hate Matt. Shoot your shot!'
'White boys be loving some Jennie I swear lmfaoooo'
'Oh God...Jennie run. Run now run fast’
'Ew wtf he better unfollow her!’
'Stay away from her!’
'He bet not be trying to make a move because Jennie belongs to Bam Bam’
'He is not ruining my ship.’
'That is Shawn Mendes' future girlfriend! He better stop!'
‘Omgg lmaooo she’s going to turn you down’
'I don’t blame him for trying to shoot his shot’
‘Oh, he is handsome! Who is he!?’
'Get in line pal! A lot of people want her’
'He outta pocket for that comment ctfuu’
'Lol goofy’
'Jennie is single! So why not? He’s cute!’
'She single Matt! Make a move!’
‘Date!!’
'I honestly would not turn him down.’
“Whatever you thinking, don’t do it, man,” Nick Cannon warned with an amused voice.
“Do what? I’m not going to do anything,” Matt replied with a shrug.
“Nah dawg, you going to do some stupid shit on the day they come to the show,” Conceited joined in.
“What he tryna do?” Justina asked, interested in the conversation.
“He drooling over one of our upcoming guests’ IG page,” Nick informed her.
Justina rolled her eyes, “Here he goes,”
“What? I just wanna get her number. Come on! You guys can’t deny we’d make a great couple. She is fine as hell. Look at her. Look at them lips. It would fit perfectly on mine,” Matt rambled which made his cast members laugh at him. “You guys are some haters,”
“This is Zendaya all over again,” D.C Young Fly cackled.
“Matt, there is no way in hell Jennie is going to give you the time of day,” Nick guaranteed.
“You don’t know that,” Matt denied.
“Come on, Jen ain’t going to fall for just some white boy looks and so-called charm from yo ass,”
“Ain’t she in some Korean group?” Chicobean pointed out.
“Yeah, I heard that. What they called?” Justina asked.
“Bangtang or somethin’?” D.C called out.
“No, BTS,” Nick answered. “Seven guys and her in that group. Matt, do you really want to get yo’ ass beat by them boys if you try to make a move on her during the show?"
“They ain’t gonna touch me. I ain’t scared of them,” Matt said confidently, “Look I'ma make my move. I got this. You’ll see. I’ll definitely be getting her number. August can't get here fast enough,"
“He a lost cause. He gonna get embarrassed,” Chicobean laughed with D.C.
“Yeah, I know. And watch them Korean boys pop up on the show and say it’s on sight,“ Conceited predicted. "We ain’t helping you out. You on your own,”
Ignoring everyone, Matt went back on Instagram to look through her page and slid in her DMs.
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Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part two
Slow burn
WC: 4.7k (4,756)
There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames, mentions of food in this chapter
Summery: You wake up in someone’s bed that is not yours. What happens when some of the other members make snarky comments. Chan finally tells you who he and his friends are.
Chapter Two “The Next Day”
Y/n’s pov
I woke up the next morning with the sun up and my head hurting a little as well as a slight sting in my wrist from the grip the guy had on me last night. That's when I noticed the empty spot next to me in the bed that is not mine. Slowly I started to remember the night before. The group of guys I met at the bar and how they saved me from the random guy who wouldn't leave me alone. As I sat up a figure walked into the room. One that I had recognized as Chirs well Chan as he told me back in his room. He came over to me with a glass of water in his hand and some pills.
“Good morning doll, here take this I imagine your head probably hurts.” he said as he handed everything in his hands to me.
As I grabbed them I noticed the blue and purple bruise on my wrist and Chan must have seen it too because as soon as I downed the pills and water he was rubbing my wrist as I winced.
“I'm sorry doll, that looks like it hurts. Do you want some ice?”as asked and I could see the hurt on his face like he had caused this.
“It’s ok chan it's not your fault and it doesn't hurt that terribly it just looks bad” I said as I looked at him trying to smile to put him at ease.
“I shouldn't have left you at the bar then this wouldn't have happened.” He said, still frowning.
“Chan It's not like any one of us knew this would happen and you saved me when it did happen plus if it didn't happen I probably wouldn't have gotten to spend the night with you.” I said and it seemed like that finally got through to him.
“You're probably right doll, I don't tend to bring girls home, even the pretty ones” He said finally smiling.
“Hey Chan I don't mean to break up this wonderful moment but do you know where my phone is? I should probably text the girls I was with last night. I hope they aren't panicking.” I said suddenly concerned with my friends who I abandoned.
“I plugged it in for you after I woke up, it's right there on that side table” he said pointing to the table right next to me
“You're truly the best. Thank you, let me just shoot them a quick text.” I said
I quickly grab my phone turning it on to text the girls a message
Y/n ♥️: Hey girls sorry for leaving last night without telling you. This random guy came up to me and tried to make me go with him. But this group of guys I was hanging out with saved me and then they took me back to their house last night. don't worry tho I am safe
Izzy 🤩: Omg thank god girl I was about to go send a search party for you. But im happy youre safe ….and with a group of guys girl you better spill the tea
Jen 😘: Omg yes girl so happy you're good and safe, I hope you had fun wink wink
Leah 😝: Period girl get it
Y/n ♥️: Thank you girls but nothing happened. They just let me crash here and I think most of them are in relationships with each other anyways. But don't get me wrong these men are fine asf I will text you girls later. One of the guys is in front of me right now.
“Ok sorry Chan I just had to let them know I was safe” I said placing my phone back down
“It's ok doll, don't be sorry” Chan said, giving me a giant smile.
“Also I hope i'm not overstepping but I sent our driver out this morning to get you some clothes, there in this bag,you can shower if you want feel free to use anything in there.” Chan said, sounding a little nervous.
“Thank you Chan You really did not have to do all of this. You have already done so much, how am I ever going to repay you” I said looking him right in the eyes. This man that I met not even 24 hours ago was being so sweet.
“Of coure doll, you deserve the best. You don't need to repay me for just being nice” he said looking at me with such an endearing smile “Why don't you go get ready for the day. I will leave you alone” He said as he stood up and walked towards the door.
Once he left I stood up and stretched my body. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth with the toothbrush from last night. I turned on the shower and stood under the warm flow of water. A shower has never felt this good. I washed my face and body with Chan's products. Whatever this man used, it smelled amazing, I could drown in this smell. Once I got out and dried off I looked at the clothes Chan had gotten for me. A pair of baggy gray jeans and a baggy graphic t-shirt. He also had picked out a sports bra and a whole pack of underwear. I got dressed and went back to sit on Chans bed. He really did have a good style. Someone then knocked on the door.
“Come in” I said from the bed
Chan entered the room “I am glad the clothes fit. I wasn't sure what size you were so I guessed.” He said “I also hope the bra fits. I figured a sports bra was best because then I wouldn't have to guess your cup size.” He said looking all shy now.
“Thank you again Chan. It does fit but I could have just worn my clothes from last night” I said.
“Yeah but I had them washed and they are in the dryer now. I hope that's okay” He said, still looking at his feet.
I decided to stand up and walk towards him, making him finally look up.
“Thank you so much you're truly an amazing man” I said looking him in his eyes so he would feel that I meant every word I said.
“Thank you but you're also an amazing woman” he said smiling now. “Breakfast is here if you would like to eat with the boys and I” he said, taking my waist in his hands once again.
“If you will have me then I would love to join you boys. How did I get so lucky to meet such an amazing guy on a night out?”
“I would say the same thing about you doll” He said, leading me to the kitchen.
Chans pov
When I woke up the beautiful girl from the night before was still wrapped in my arms. I admired her beauty for a few minutes before getting up. Once I had gotten up I grabbed my phone to text our driver to pick up y/n some clothes
BC🐺: Hey I know it's early but do you think you could go to the store and get some clothes. A t-shirt, a pair of light gray jeans, a sports bra and underwear.
Driver🚘: Of course Mr. Bang I will go get them right away
BC🐺: thank you I will send you some pictures of what i'm thinking for the outfit and her sizes
As soon as I sent the texts to our driver I climbed out of bed. Once I was up I noticed y/n’s phone dead on the nightstand so I plugged it in for her. I took a shower and got dressed for the day in some baggy black jeans and a white t-shirt. I left the room as quietly as I could in hopes of not waking sweet y/n up. I went into the kitchen where I made myself a cup of coffee. Seungmin and Lee Know ended up joining me in the kitchen as well.
“So where's the girl, did she ditch when she woke up” Seungmin asked with a sly grin.
“Actually, no she's still sleeping for your information.” I replied trying to wipe that look off his face
There was then a knock on the door. When I opened it, it was the driver with a bag of clothes for y/n.
“Thank you so much for your help” I said
“Of course Mr. Bang it is my pleasure.” Said the driver.
As the driver left Changbin came back in from the gym.
“What's that” Changbin asked
“Clothes for Y/n” I said knowing they were going to judge.
“So what are you planning on keeping her around now? Chan you haven't even known her for a day” Lee Know said finally cutting in.
“I don't Know Minho. That's her choice. But I can see she's a really sweet girl. And you've seen her, she's beautiful, inside and out. We fell asleep cuddling Minho”
“Plus she didn't seem scared off when she saw Felix and I in Hyunjins room last night.” Changbin said, speaking up.
“See, she's already accepting. She didn't even ask me about it when she came back to my room.”
“Okay, I'm just saying don't get your hopes up.” Lee Know said
At this point the rest of the boys had joined us in the kitchen just listening as we discussed y/n.
“Whatever Minho. Let's order breakfast, order whatever you guys want, use my card and order enough for y/n to eat with us”. I said done with the conversation.
“You got it Channie hyung.” Felix said, trying to break the tension.
I grabbed a glass of water and some painkillers to bring back to y/n. As I walked into the room y/n was already awake and sitting up. I gave her the medicine and the clothes I had picked for her in the bag. I left her in the room to give her some privacy and went back into the kitchen. The conversation with the boys was tame. After a little the food came so I went back to the room to get y/n. She agreed to having breakfast with us so we left the room together.
Y/n’s pov
We left the bedroom together and I followed Chan to the kitchen. Once we entered the kitchen the boys were sitting around an island together with all different breakfast foods around. Chan gestured for you to sit down in between him and Felix.
“Go ahead doll, lady’s first” Chan says, gesturing for you to pick out what you want.
You decide to go with the waffles that had whipped cream and strawberries on it. You wait until everyone has chosen what they want to eat and then you dive in.
“Chan this is the best breakfast I have every hed” You said
“I am glad you like it doll” He said, looking at me with a smile on his face.
The rest of the breakfast went smoothly until everyone's plates were empty.
I look over at Chan as I lean in close to whisper in his ear. “Chan, maybe I should get going. I don't want to overstay my welcome.” I said as low as I could
“Listen doll it's your choice but you're welcome to stay as long as you want” Chan whispered back.
When you look up suddenly all eyes were on you.
“Speak for yourself Chan, she's your guest but this is our dorm” Lee Know said matter of factly.
Suddenly Lee Know was being hit on the arm by Changbin
“Yah Don't be rude if shes Chans guest she my guest too” Changbin said
Suddenly the boys were all nodding their heads and agreeing. This was too much for me so I stood up and went back to chans room. I entered and closed the door behind me but it was re-opened right away. I turned around with tears starting to fill my eyes and Chan just came over and hugged me.
“Doll don't listen to him you're welcomed here and the rest of the boys agree. He is just protective over us, he doesn't want anyone to break us apart or hurt us. But I know you wouldn't do that. You keep saying I'm sweet and that I am doing too much for you but you're just as sweet doll.” Chan said, trying to comfort me. “I understand if you want to leave now but like I said feel free to stay the day.”
“Channie, I really don't want to be alone. I am still scared after what happened last night. I know it's stupid but I live alone and I don't have a job right now so I have nothing to distract me.” I said, still hugging Chan, too scared to let go. “I don't want to make Lee Know upset though. He is right, this is his home too and if he wants me to go I should go.”
Almost on cue Lee Know walks into the room.
“Chan, before you try to murder me the boys already got enough shots in outside. Listen, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I don't know if Chan has told you who we are or what our dynamic is but we are all very important to each other and to be honest I don't fully trust you yet.”
I could see Chan tense up and I think Lee Know saw this too. Because suddenly he's speaking again.
“However Chan seems to trust you already and I trust Chan. If you do want to spend the day here feel free I won't stop you and I won't be rude about it again”
“Thank you Lee Know but if you really do not want me here you can say that, this is your home too and I don't want to interfere and make anyone uncomfortable.” I said calmly
“No truly it is okay and how am I going to get to know you and trust you if you aren't around” He stated right back.
“Thank you, I appreciate it. However I haven't made my choice yet on what to do today”
“It's ok I just wanted you to know you are welcomed, I hope I didn't scare you off Chan really seems to like you” He said, giving Chan a wink before leaving and closing the door behind him.
“I am really sorry about him doll” Chan said, still holding onto your body.
“It's okay Chan I promise.” I said, squeezing him.
“So what do you think you want to do today?” Chan asked.
“I think spending the day with you sounds great.”
“Okay doll it's decided then” He said, tackling you onto the bed.
“Channie stop” you said laughing while trying to break out of his grasp.
“Oh so it's Channie now doll, that's cute” He said, holding you tighter for a second before letting you go.
Chan and I lay down next to each other face to face.
“Sooo… I guess I should probably tell you who we are now” Chan said, looking into your eyes.
He shifted to sit up beside me so I did the same, sitting up still looking at him.
“Chan you don't have to I understand having to keep your identity private” I said
“Its ok doll, if you're going to hang around its better I tell you now rather than it slipping another time” He stated
“Okay but only if you want to tell me. If you're afraid of it slipping I can leave” I offer not truly meaning what I was saying.
“No no doll, I am not even worried about today. I mean overall. Listen I know it's soon but I like you and I feel like I can trust you. I mean you have already been so understanding. You haven't even asked any questions. Maybe I am being naive and you're playing me but I would like to believe you're genuine.”
“Thank you Channie and I know words are just words but you can trust me.” I said smiling trying to ease his nerves that were very present
“Somehow I know I can trust you and your word. Okay I guess it's time to spill. Okay so you may not have heard of us but we are a group. A K-Pop group. We are called Stray Kids” Chan said, not daring to look you in the eyes.
“Oh Chan it is ok. To be honest I think I have heard of your group but I don't really listen to K-Pop. Don't worry though your secret is safe with me. I guess that also explains why you are all so attractive. And why Lee Know was so worried. Don't idols have strict rules and can't be seen with women.” I said. So many questions and thoughts going through my head.
“It is okay doll, K-Pop isn't for everyone. And I know I can trust you. I don't know how but I just know. Thank you but don't let the boys hear that you think they are attractive, they will all try to get a piece of you then. And yes that is why Lee Know was worried. The last time even one of us was seen with a woman we got a lot of backlash. To be fair that was when we were just starting out and had a smaller fan base. I don't know for sure but I think Stay would be more supportive now. Sorry I know it is too soon to be thinking of that.” Chan said rapid fire giving away his anxiety.
“Hey slow down, it's ok you don't need to answer everything now and we can keep meeting in secret. I wouldn't dare cause trouble for any of you.” I said, trying to slow him down.
“See this is why you're amazing, I knew I could trust you.” Chan said, leaning in, embracing me in his arms.
Suddenly I was on my back and Chan was hovering over me oh so close. He began to lean in before stopping himself, turning his head away sighing. .
“I am so sorry I shouldn't have done that.” Chan said, sitting up firmly with his legs over the side of the bed, his back to me and his face in his palms.
I decided to sit up and bring myself to sit right next to him. I take his left hand off of his face holding it in my hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Chan, It's okay. You did nothing wrong. If you look at it this way nothing actually happened. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have stopped you if you tried to kiss me again.” I said, now hiding my face from his gaze as he looked up at me.
“Doll as much as I do want to kiss you there's more we should know about each other first” He said looking at me with the sweetest eyes.
“You're right I am sorry I'm such a fool” I said embarrassed.
“No You're not. I am the one that tried to make a move and then took it back” He said now trying to comfort me
“You're right. You're the fool” I said jokingly, giving him a smile as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
“You're adorable ya know that” He said as he looked down at me.
My face instantly started blushing as I tried to hide it in his chest.
“Okay enough. What do you want to know about me Mr. Christopher” I said, giving him a sly smile.
“Technically It would be Mr. Bang but you can call me whatever you want doll.” he said smoothly making me blush again.
“Okay I will stop teasing you now” He said using his pointer finger under my chin so I would look at him. “You said you don't have a job right now. What is it you typically do?”
“I am a makeup artist but it is hard to find work right now. I love what I do and I would love to keep doing it but it does not look like it is in the cards for me right now” I said, beginning to get a little down on myself.
“You know, I could help with that if you would like.” Chan said looking down at you
“Really how?” I asked, completely baffled.
“Did you forget the whole thing about me being a K-Pop idol? We always need more makeup artists. All it would take is a text and I would have you an interview” He said as I looked up at him as if he held the stars in the night sky.
“Would you really do that for me Channie?” I asked in aw.
“Of course I would doll. Give me one second. I will send the text to our manager now if you want.” He said as if it was nothing
“Thank you Channie. I would love that, what have I done to deserve you?” I said gripping him harder now.
Chans pov
“Listen doll, I am going to go talk to the boys and text our manager then I will be right back” I said before standing.
“Okay thank you Channie” Y/n said as she laid back to relax on my bed.
As I entered the living room I found all the boys spread out between the two couches. I went and stood in front of the T.V. to get their attention.
“Guys there is something I need to talk to you about.”I started
“So I told y/n about who we are. She doesn't really know who we are in the industry. Earlier before she knew who we were she mentioned how she does not have a job right now. She told me she is a makeup artist and I offered to get her an interview so she could work with us. I haven't sent a text to our manager yet because I wanted to talk to you guys first. I know the rest of you don't know her that well yet but I get the sense you all like her enough.” I said looking at all the guys trying to gauge their reactions. “So what do you guys think”
“I think we are all ok with it” Seungmin Spoke up for the group. “Plus it will give us all a chance to get to know her better.” He stated again
When I looked around everyone was nodding their heads in agreement. Even Lee Know which was surprising.
“Okay so it's decided Im going to text our manager right now” I stated before sitting down to send the text.
BC🐺: Hey Hyeon-Jeong I know this is out of the blue and you will probably have some questions but I have a friend who is a makeup artist and out of a job right now. Do you think you could set her up with an interview to work as one of our makeup artists?
HJ📱: Of course Bang Chan. I will need her information to properly fill out the interview form.
BC🐺: I will send her your contact information so she can send you anything you need. Thank you so much. I appreciate this.
“Guys Hyeon-Jeong is going to set up the interview for y/n” I said gleaming ear to ear.
The room filled with cheers and applause.
Y/n’s pov
All of the sudden I heard cheering from the living room. Even though I was still frightened by Lee Know I let my curiosity get the better of me as I walked out of Chan's room and followed the sounds of cheering into the living room. As soon as Chan saw me he came and scooped me up in his arms hugging me so tight. Suddenly he let go and looked at me and suddenly our lips were connected.I melted into the kiss until Chan pulled away looking at me.
“What happened to waiting until we got to know eachother better” I said giggling but still holding on to him.
“I couldn't wait any more, our manager just told me he will set the interview up for you to work with us.” Chan said, smiling so wide.
“Oh my goodness Chan I can't believe this” I said melting into his chest.
As We let go of eachother I suddenly noticed all the eyes on us. Chan nervously grabbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor.
“Wow Channie-hyung we have never seen you act like this” I.N. spoke up.
“Oh hush I.N. Chan-hyung is an old man he can do what he wants” Said Seungmin
“Ay I am not that old” Said Chan, still looking shy.
“Y/n would you like to join us, we were about to put a movie on” Said Felix looking up at you from the couch he was seated on.
“I would love to Felix, thank you” I said, taking Chan's hand as I went to sit next to Felix on the couch. Once Chan and I sat down he leaned closer whispering in my ear.
“Y/n I need your number so I can give it to our manager so he can set up your interview.”
“Of course Channie but is that the only reason you want it” I said back teasingly
“No of course not y/n I also would love to have it so I can talk to the pretty girl I met at the club last night”
I quickly gave my number to Chan before snuggling into him to watch the movie. The boys had pickled the spiderman franchise to watch. We got through four of them eating in between the second and third movie. By the time the fourth one ended everyone was tired.
“Maybe we should call it a night.” Said Han while yawning.
Everyone agreed and Chan walked you back to his room.
“Chan, I should go home tonight.” I said even though I didn't really want to leave I just knew it was the proper thing to do.
“Do you have to doll” Chan said.
“Chan We just met last night. I don't want you or anyone else to get the wrong idea. Plus you have my number now you can text or call me”
“Okay but I am accompanying you home” chan said walking you towards the door of his room
“Deal at least that leaves us with a little more time” I said.
Chan grabbed my clothes from the club out of the dryer and put them in a bag. He walked me out the front door as I said goodnight to the boys. He held the door open for me as I got into the car. We sat in silence on the car ride. But it was comforting. Just laying my head on his chest. When we arrived at my apartment he got out and held my hand as I did the same. He walked me up the stairs to my door.
“Thank you Channie but you didn't have to walk me to my door”
“Of course I did doll, no one like you should have to do anything on your own” He said while holding my waist “Ah I don't want to say goodbye yet”
“Neither do I Channie but we have to. You can always steal another kiss to remember me by”
“As tempting as that sounds I want our next kiss to be after I have properly taken you out” he said smiling
“Well you have my number Channie. Hopefully I will see you soon, goodnight”
“You will doll, good night”
Before he could turn around and walk down the stairs I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Once inside I saw his car drive away. It was pretty late so I went to my room to take my clothes out of the bag Chan had given me. Inside I found the clothes he had let me wear to bed the night before with a note saying “They look better on you, keep them for a while”. I put on the clothes from the night before. They still smelled like Chan. I sent him a picture of me in his clothes with a text saying good night as I plugged my phone in and laid down for bed.
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The Newsreader S2 Ep 6 (Finale)
A well-written, well-acted, and well-produced season. Anna and Sam showed their range. The whole cast is such a treat to see when they're all working together for a bulletin. Love how they wrote other characters/relationships to be a foil to Helen, Dale or their relationship, especially Rob/Noellene. The set and the fashion are impeccable. My only criticisms are I wish we could see more of how Charlie/Helen crash and burn in more than a montage and a scene and the score, which could have been better imo. Anyway, this should sweep AACTA idc idc
My unnecessary note on the episode under the cut
Sam is such a great actor, because we see Dale's acting like he's okay all smiley etc but you know he's breaking inside
Geoff looks sincere with his speech about Kay, but I bet it's Evelyn's idea to put that on the news. Idk I'm still sceptical about those two
GOD DALE he's really doing everything he's been dreaming of as if that would make him feel better about himself
that montage of Helen and Charlie doing drugs is insane. Especially when you remember their relationship started right after she covered a drug addict news
ugh yes Rob we know you're homophobic thanks
"He's turning into Helen" well more like Geoff
Oh fuck you Lindsey. he's the one without any principles at all and alway takes/turns anything into personal. He and Evelyn are my big villains UGH
Okay, Rob proposing her in Korean is sweet. A sign he's willing to learn
Don't forget Rob is someone who refuses his promotion even when he gets it because he's too comfortable in his place. OF COURSE he won't understand Noelene's ambition to develop her career. I'm so sorry Noelene. i wish you didn't fall in love with a loser
At least The Walters know when they have to pay back a favor
Helen really said don't talk about my bisexual almost-husband! She's so real for that. But I do wish we saw how the relationship with Charlie crashed and burnt in more than just two scenes.
"Just do your work" also "Do nothing" in the previous episode. Insanity
Poor Dale, no one can back him up. It hurts that Tim won't help him but it's very understandable after how Dale has been using him after all this time. Plus Tim is in a different relationship with his sexuality than Dale. He's not out, but he has embraced it and doesn't want to hide it anymore. Meanwhile that's impossible for Dale if he still wants a career in front of the camera with a good pay in that era. Which is why I don't see them get back together anymore. In my eyes, it's more like infatuation than love between them, with/without the internalized homophobia. And Tim does deserve to live free from all this drama
14 hours plus on the desk? it's insane. Dale is turning into a robot wtf
Dale Jennings disappointing the whole queer community. Where did that come from? Yes, season 1! Upon reflection, I don't think Gerry did it, but it's definitely someone from the gay club. Someone who saw he's dancing with Tim before. Could be that stranger he slept with. There's no way he didn't know who Dale was. Anyway, Dale feels like the community has betrayed him, so now like a naive child he's getting back at them. (He's still my baby though ❤️)
Oh Noelene was definitely going to say no even without Helen's problem. Of course she was. 💔
Could we unalive Lindsey pls? Like he's the epitome of a white man who only knows how to scream and take advantage of any situation. A lot of people's temper would be improved
Okay, maybe Rob does deserve some rights. The fact he has achieved his peak in sport really helps. I guess that's why he's so chill about his news career
I guess the only person Lindsey really appreciates is Dennis cos who would manage everyone if not him? Lindsey can only scream and scream. He'd really be nothing without Denis and Noelene
Dale has definitely been looking up to Geoff. So it's insane when Geoff, who has sacrificed his career for his daughter, is now congratulating Dale, who has sacrificed all of his relationships for his career. It's like the passing of the news desk trap
Why is it with this couple and believing marriage will just solve all your problems? No, I understand they know that they're the life raft to each other, so when they're in a dire moment, they want to make sure they'll have each other always. Forever. And it's insane. And it's so heartbreaking that the moment Helen realizes that Dale has always been fully committed to her and fully supported her is the moment Dale got a confirmation that he really has It to be the king of news, and he won't sacrifice that. Not right now when he's finally had it in his hand
You know, when you think about it, Dale's rejection protects Helen's principle. Because here she's about to use their potential engagement to placate the gossip writer to not publish Dale's story, which would lead to them having to feed her stories on their relationship forever. Which Helen has said before that her private life is not something she would trade. In the end, Donna only gets Dale's life.
It's insane how this episode starts just like Ep 1 and ends just like how season 1 ends.
Also, this is very unnecessary, but please know I worship Sam's and Anna's acting. They're insane throughout this season.
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Chapter Fourteen (Part 3)
The sand is damp and smooth, and our footsteps are the first to break the even surface. It clings to our shoes. Seagulls caw and the marram grass rustles in the dunes in tune with the nylon swish of Jude’s windbreaker jacket. His face, blank, doesn’t turn to me, but I look up at him and feel unsettled, remorseful, regretful, excluded, and the sunlight glints off one of his little silver earrings and blinds me for a second, as though to force my gaze away.
“How is Jen doing?” I say, and my voice is small and almost drowned out by the rumbling of the sea, but he hears me.
“Yeah, she’s doing okay. She hurts a lot, you know, the parts of her that are broken. She’ll be okay, although they’re not so sure about her hand. This piece of shrapnel cut through her wrist, you know, severed some tendons, and there’s a chance she won’t ever have full movement back.”
“Oh,” I say, my own wrist twinging with a phantom wound. “I didn’t know that, that’s really awful.”
“Yeah, I know. She’s strong, though, she’ll recover from this and she’s going to be alright.” He kicks a chunk of driftwood out of his path and buries his chin into the collar of his coat. “It was hard to see her. This week has been the first time in months, and God, she just seems so fragile.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. She seemed that way when I saw her last, she’s really shrunk in on herself like she’s trying to take up the minimum amount of space in the world.”
“Exactly.”
“Having the wrong kind of person in your life at the wrong time can be so dangerous when you’re already fragile, someone can come in and break you so easily that it’s scary.” I shudder and try my best to force away my own dark memories as they begin to creep and coil around my insides. “But what happened to her? What is it with Jen?”
“That makes her feel that she doesn’t deserve anything more than a person like Pamela?”
“Yeah.”
He sighs. “Jen has just never had it very easy, I suppose. Things at home were really fraught, I remember that when I moved here. We were never allowed to hang out at Jen’s place, because she said her parents were weird. It turns out that her mother was really controlling and her dad had a temper. They’d punish her for really small things really disproportionately. I don’t know, Evie, it was just a difficult environment, she was always walking on eggshells around them, and she felt like she didn’t have any control over her own life.
“When we were fourteen she met a crowd from another school who weren’t all that great. The exact type of friends her parents would keel over if they knew about, but that’s exactly why Jen wanted to spend time with them. I hung out with them too, but only because she did, and I didn’t really want to be all on my own.
“All we ever did was drink and hang out in parks, honestly. It was kind of boring to me, but I was just there because of her, like, I don’t know, I suppose I felt like I needed to keep watch of her, to make sure that she was okay because it was becoming kind of clear that she wasn’t all that interested in making sure for herself.
“They all used to be obsessed with being high all of the time. Not that they had actual drugs, just solvents. Lighter fluid, deodorant, petrol, sometimes, you know, choking themselves until they hallucinate…”
He’s saying all of this like it’s normal, and that I should know about it already, but I don’t. I nod along anyway despite my horror.
“But pretty quickly they got their hands on the real stuff. Someone’s brother knew a guy, I think. Something like that. We started with weed, which was fine, but then one day one of the guys showed up to the park with a little bag of cocaine.”
“How old were you then?”
“Fifteen.”
“And you tried it?”
“Yeah, and I didn’t like it that much, because it made me paranoid, same as weed, really. Paranoid and a bit nauseated, so I stopped doing it too often after that, but Jen was the complete opposite. She liked it a lot. There was something about that feeling of losing control of her body and being driven by something else that really did it for her, you know, she just liked losing herself in it. So really, from that point on that’s always how it was with her, always searching for an escape from her life, trying everything and anything those kids could find for her.”
“Fifteen.” I echo in disbelief. “You were both so young.”
“We were. Way too young. Two of those boys we used to know ended up in a psychiatric unit years later. I don’t hear about the others anymore, so I don’t know, but Jen has never quite gotten past it either.”
“Would you say she’s an addict?”
He makes a face like he can’t quite decide upon the answer. Perhaps my question is too simplistic. “I don’t really know what to call it.” He says eventually. “She goes through periods of heavy use, and then she comes back around again and doesn’t touch anything for months, it’s never consistent, it all depends so much on what’s happening with her, and whether her life is steady or not. Obviously, right now, it’s very much not. I think she’s had more and more difficulty in the last few years while I’ve been away.” A deep line forms between his brows. “I haven’t really been here to keep an eye on her.”
“Is that your responsibility?”
“Of course.” He says, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. But to me, it isn’t. It seems to me an incredibly heavy burden to bear.
“Her parents…?”
“They freaked out when they discovered she was a lesbian. They told her that she couldn’t identify that way as long as she lived under their roof, so she left. They don’t speak to her at all anymore, as far as they’re concerned they don’t have a daughter. I remember once we bumped into them in town and they completely blanked her and acted like they didn’t even see her. That was a really rough time. It didn’t work for my family to take her in, because Ivy was only six, so Michelle’s parents agreed. They’d been really close since they were children, so she lived with their family for three years.”
“Jesus.”
“Jen’s parents are horrible people. I don’t usually get so bothered about others to say that I hate them but… yeah, I hate her parents. They essentially destroyed her life. Well, they made a good stab. It feels like Pamela came along to finish the job.”
“I kind of get it, about Pamela,” I say, and he looks at me curiously. “You know, when you’re used to a certain pattern of treatment, returning to the familiar is the path of least resistance. Her parents treated her awfully, so she’ll default to someone like her, who can confirm all of those rotten things she already believes about herself.” It isn’t that cold, but I shiver anyway, and Jude bites down on his lip, frown deepening. “Yeah.” He says. “That makes sense. I just wish she could see what her friends can see.”
“You can tell her that she’s amazing all you like, she’s going to believe only the most negative things about herself.”
“Pamela locked her in a bathroom during an argument.” He tells me. “For four hours. Jen had to climb out of the window from the first floor. And that wasn’t enough to make her leave.”
I shrug. “You’d be amazed how bad it has to get.”
“Well I got Pamela’s number after that, and I called her up. This is what everyone keeps bringing up. I was just so mad. I just went off at her until she hung up on me, and then obviously she told Jen, which, I didn’t care about, I thought she’d be glad that I stood up for her, but I was wrong about that, she just cut me off and stopped speaking to me completely. That was like, a year ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I was confused… I mean, I am confused.”
I sigh. “I wish I could explain how complicated it is, but it’s so hard to.”
“She must know that Pamela is abusive.”
“Sure, but sometimes it’s just easier to put up with it than try to leave or to change something. It’s a strange thing, but I suppose it kind of makes a bit of sense when you’re in it.”
“I thought I was helping.”
“It’s hard to help, really. You just have to hope that she eventually helps herself.”
“I hate it.” He says. “I hate how powerless I’ve felt, just away in Berlin this whole time, unable to do anything, or even talk to her, or even know what’s happening.”
“I’m sorry that I kept things from you.” I say, and he replies “I know you are. I understand why you did. I shouldn’t have been so angry.”
“You have every right to be angry with me.”
We look at each other, and his nostrils flare just a little, a hardened, defensive look coming over his face because we both know that we aren’t talking about Jen anymore.
“I think I’d like a coffee.” He announces after a tense pause. We’ve reached the main entrance to the beach now, the part of it that was always too crowded with towels and parasols to find a place to sit during the summer, now empty, just like all of the benches and the bar stools in the surf shack just a hundred metres from where we stand. Jude points at it with his thumb. “Do you want one? Or a tea, or, I don’t know, an ice cream cone?”
“I’ll go,” I say, in the dim hope that if perhaps I pay for his coffee he’ll warm up to me again and stop looking at me like I’ve shot him in the heart. “Black americano, no milk no sugar?”
“Yes.”
And usually, I’d make some joke about that, but I don’t even try it this time. I leave him to sit on a sandy bench and I head over to stand at the window to order.
“Hey,” I say to the shopkeeper’s back. “Could I just get two coffees? An americano and a flat white.”
“We don’t have things like flat whites, this is a small family establishment.” He says, and then he turns around and I’m met with a familiar pair of blue eyes.
“Oh. Liam.”
“Evie?”
“Yeah.”
He comes over to lean onto the counter in front of me, and I take him in, the adult version of the boy I used to know. His hair is longer now and pushed back from his face with a patterned headband, and he looks less boyish, less skinny, but his full face of freckles is the very same, as well as the deep tan on his face, which I’m certain is there all year round. He doesn’t look unhappy to see me, in fact, he looks intrigued. “I didn’t expect to see you here, of all people, of a Saturday morning in March.”
“I know, I never thought I’d come here again, honestly.”
“We frightened you away that badly the first time, did we?”
I smile. “No, I just never thought there’d be a reason.”
“And you found one.” He grabs a paper cup from a stack and gets to work on the americano. “Can I do you a cappuccino instead, by the way?”
“That’s fine.” I watch him pour the coffee grounds into the portafilter and tamp it down. “I’m really just passing through, you know, after the storm, some of the houses down here have gotten damaged.”
“Yeah, that’s right. One over on the end of the peninsula has the roof gone off it.”
“Oh, that’s not great.”
“Not great indeed.” He puts the first coffee down in front of me. “What are you up to these days anyway?”
“I’m in the middle of college. I’m studying illustration in NCAD, and at the moment I’m taking a year to do an internship in a print studio in Stoneybatter.”
“Ah art school! You were always creative. Or so they tell me. I never did see your drawings in the end.”
I laugh awkwardly. “Well, I suppose you didn’t. How about you? Are you in college too?”
“Well if I was I suppose I wouldn’t be here doing this, now, would I?” He smiles over his shoulder at me after he pours milk into a silver jug. “I went to Galway to study for a year, and I didn’t like it, so I dropped out, came home, and I’ve been working here with my dad ever since. It’s grand, I don’t mind it. Nice to be on the beach and surfing and all that, you know what I mean?”
I nod. “Yeah for sure.”
Dumping bubbly, frothy milk into my cup, he wonders “What house were you checking out anyway? Is it Kelly’s mobile or something?”
“No, it’s the Turner’s beach house.”
When he places the cup in front of me, he peers over my shoulder and spots Jude sitting with his back to us, staring out over the sea, and Liam’s easy smile falters. “Oh right. You ended up going out with him in the end.”
“Oh. Well, no. It’s not like that.”
“Is it not?”
“No, we’ve just been friends for the last few years, there’s not been anything else going on really.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Ah, that makes more sense.”
“Does it?”
“Yeah.”
I clear my throat awkwardly. “Well, um, like, why is that, exactly?”
“Well like I didn’t ever think anything would actually happen there between ye. I’d have been surprised to hear that it had, is all.”
I stiffen. “Is that so?”
“Just from knowing him back in the day, I didn’t think he’d, you know, have gone for you, or whatever. Actually, I thought he’d have fancied your friend Claire instead.”
“Why, because she’s pretty?”
“Well she was very pretty, wasn’t she?”
“Yeah, she is.”
He sees the look on my face, laughs to himself and saunters back to the coffee machine to clean out the grounds. I feel my cheeks flush. “What’s so funny?”
“No, no, nothing.”
“Explains why you’re chuckling away to yourself.”
He sighs. “I’m not, it’s nothing, Evie.”
“No, what?” I insist.
“I’m not trying to start something here, I just could have predicted this, is all.”
“Predicted…?”
“That he’d still be, like, stringing you along after him after all this time. That’s what’s going on, isn’t it? It’s always what happens, it’s a classic situation, that’s all I was thinking.”
My pulse quickens. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Ah, come on. It’s so obvious. Girls like you always go for guys like him, guys who like the attention so much, but look at ye now, it just goes to show that I was correct way back then when I thought it. He’s never going to give you what you want, he never was. I’m actually on your side, I just think I could have told you this four years ago and maybe saved you the hassle.”
I get it. He thinks that I’m pathetic. “I think you have some nerve saying that. We don’t fit into whatever categories you have in your head. ‘Girls like me, guys like him’. That doesn’t mean anything.”
He turns around and shrugs, totally nonplussed. “If I’m wrong then what are you doing traipsing down to Wexford with him on an errand? Buying him coffees? It’s fine, Evie, I’m not trying to argue with you, I’m just stating a fact. Some things never change, is all I’m trying to get at. Nice to see that you’re still the same girl as ever.”
“What’s the coffee cost, please?”
“Five fifty.”
“Rip off.” I toss coins onto the counter, grab the cups and stalk away from him.
When I slam the americano onto the bench next to Jude some of the liquid sloshes out onto the wood, and he awkwardly mops it up with the thin napkin I got from the shack. He asks me if I’m alright, and I fib and tell him I am.
“Fair enough.” He says because he’s too upset with me to care that much. We walk all the way back to the beach house in silence, wet sand, whispering waves, and cool wind, stuck together, wishing we were miles apart again.
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#lucky girl part 3#tw: drugs#tw: abusive relationship#tw: alcohol#tw: estrangement#tw: addiction#tw: injury#tw: accident
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The Lamentations of Mistress Morley: The Fighting Dogs
The Princess Anne returns! Of course here is the AO3 link. This takes place the night after Monmouth's return in The Tenth Hot Spring. Anne hears about it and certainly has things to say about the Disciples' new prisoner...
CW: physical abuse, domestic violence, addiction, smoking, drinking, gambling, objectification, destruction of personal property, non-consensual touching, implied/referenced genocide, and implied/referenced DRUNK DRIVING BABEYYY!!
“I hate it here.” Anne paused before the doors of the club, where she could hear music inside. The protection spirits that guarded the place watched her from their positions within the lion statues hanging from the roof; she couldn’t see them but sensed from the glowing ruby eyes that they were there.
“Well, John made it sound very important,” Sarah said beside her. “Could it be? Why would Monmouth return? He has no master anymore, Charles is dead.”
“I’d want revenge, too, if I were him,” Anne said. She lifted her head to show the spirits the tattoos on her neck before opening the door. “You saw the state Charles was in. To think, James would do that to his own brother...” She shuddered. “Well, you don’t want to think about it.”
“But nobody here is that stupid, surely.” Sarah followed her in, flicking her tail distastefully when she saw the scene up ahead.
There was James, sickening James, waving his cigarette about as he spoke to the Disciple men sitting around him, a few of them absently playing cards on the coffee table (which was currently being used for everything but coffee) before him. To Anne they looked more like remnant servants than humans, looking up at him with wide eyes as they were. She could tell from the irritated twitching of their tails that they were more bored than anything, but on they listened.
Beside James on the sofa was Marly, dressed in his Ally attire, resting his head on the Overlifer’s shoulder and occasionally chiming in with his own remarks. He sat up as Anne and Sarah approached, and James glanced at him before turning his head to Anne.
“Ah, it’s just you,” he said, looking from her to Sarah. “And Miss Jennings, too. Have a seat, I’m sure the boys can make room for you.” He raised his voice. “Ah, Talbot, be a doll and bring us more drinks, would you?”
“That won’t be necessary,” Sarah began, but James waved his tail dismissively.
“Come, what else are we all here for?”
“We’re here to see Monmouth,” Anne cut in. She had no time for this. “I know he’s here.”
James’ eyes widened in fury. “Now where did you hear about that?”
Shit. Don’t look at Marly, don’t look at Marly—
She glanced helplessly at him anyway, and James turned to him with a lash of his tail. “You?”
“Mary- Mary texted me!” Anne rushed to say. “She was there, yes? She told me what had happened.”
It was Mary who had shot Monmouth. Anne had found it difficult to believe at first as Sarah had read her the messages from Marly, but standing in front of James, the tip of her tail shaking, she realized that right now, she could shoot anyone her father wanted her to. Mary had loved Monmouth very much, but if James had ordered it...
The Disciples always come first.
She inhaled sharply, turning away. She felt Sarah twine her tail around hers.
“Mary?” James snorted but said nothing more on the matter. “Well, you’ll see the dog tomorrow during his execution, or his escape, whatever the outcome of his fight with Marly is. Why would you want to see him now?”
“I haven’t tortured anyone since Eastern Kingdom, give me a break,” Anne snapped.
“I thought you didn’t like torture.”
“If- if they deserve it, then of course I do,” she said loftily.
“Nice try, Anne, but your sister has more of a stomach for it than you do,” her father said. He took a long drag from his cigarette and motioned outwards. “I’m not letting you part with him, if that’s what you want to do. He’s a spirit, not family. Have a drink here or get out. That goes for you, too, Sarah,” he added, his tail coiling protectively around Marly’s waist.
Sarah opened her mouth to say something, but Anne batted her tail at her friend’s face. “Okay,” she said. “We’ll stay.” She wasn’t so bad at the cards, she liked to think, especially when everyone else was too high or drunk to realize that the stakes were getting higher and higher.
“I hadn’t really planned for this,” Sarah mumbled as she sat down beside Anne. “What are we doing?”
“Give him an hour and he won’t even notice when we slip out,” Anne whispered back. “Hopefully.”
The aforementioned hour felt too long, perhaps because of the stench of the smoke in the air and the mindless conversations all around her. She really didn’t want to, she told herself she wasn’t going to do this again tonight, but with James watching her and laughing as if everything he’d ever done was nothing at all, she found herself lighting her own cigarette, ordering the same drinks her father did.
“Don’t drink too much, you’re still playing, aren’t you?” Sarah nudged her in the side with her tail.
“I’m not going to lose. I don’t ever lose.”
The heat here became stifling; it became unbearable as she watched her father drink and blow smoke into Sarah’s face and kiss Marly all over his neck— and still he would not shut up. His voice sounded fainter to her now, but he was always there, whispering behind her.
Oh, Ferocity, save me. She was unsteady as she finally stood, having beat these boys at what they thought they were so good at, though she couldn’t tell if the sickness in her was because of the drinks or simply because she hadn’t eaten. She could feel Sarah’s hand in hers, and then she saw the flickering lights above and heard her friend say, “Come dance a little, pass the time.”
“Why...why should I?”
“You think I want to see your father with Marly?”
Anne groaned. “Sorry...sorry for all of it. Everything.”
“None of this is your fault.” Sarah brought a hand up to Anne’s face. “Calm down, everything will work out.”
So they did dance, Anne with a cigarette still in her fingers, which Sarah took from her occasionally. Anne had no idea what she was doing, truthfully she thought she was just tripping over her own tail, but then she heard Sarah laugh and it was alright. Out of the corner of her eye she saw James lean in towards Marly with the smile she’d come to hate.
By the time they were done she swore she was about to faint. She yawned, collapsed back on one of the chairs. She ran her fingers through her hair, and she heard Sarah murmuring beside her. But it all seemed like nothing to her.
“Anne, did you hear me? Anne!”
“What?” Anne looked up, and Sarah flicked her tail at Marly. The Ally was making out with James, who smacked him on the thigh and brought him closer still. Marly seemed to tense for a moment but said nothing.
“Oh,” she said. She didn’t even really mean it, though.
“Let’s go see Monmouth now,” Sarah huffed. “James looks pretty busy to me.” She whisked past Anne with a lash of her tail, and Anne followed her, still staring at her father. He didn’t even look up as she left through the doors in the back.
If that was George...
Well, she was glad it wasn’t, and that was what made him so perfect. Perhaps she should have felt worse that Sarah was braver than she was.
“I don’t know how you can stand it,” she called after Sarah. She paused to take a breath before descending the stairs. The air felt clearer here, the lights not as glaringly painful as they were inside the club. She could still hear the music, people pushing against the door, but that only guaranteed that no one would come down here.
No one was supposed to come down here, not unless James allowed it.
“What, Marly and James?” Sarah shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t know either.”
“You should kill him.”
“Maybe I would if I had met John sooner.” She looked down with a miserable sigh. “But James had him first.” Her voice broke, only slightly. “Marly has been his Ally for longer than he’s been my partner. Makes me some kind of homewrecker, in his eyes.” She shrugged her shoulders, forcing a laugh.
“There has to be something we can do,” Anne urged.
“Yeah, when you kill James and Mary and you become our leader and everything is okay again. For now...” Sarah shook her head helplessly. “You think I’ll fight an Overlifer on his choice of whores?” She spat the word out sardonically.
“Just because Overlifers can fuck who they please doesn’t mean we should let them,” Anne said. “Nobody is entitled to anyone else’s body just because of their divine right or whatever.”
“Then what’s the whole point of their power?” Sarah asked, bewildered. “Look, Anne, I’m just grateful that he lets me be with John at all. He could have killed me, you know. He could have punished John for it. But he didn’t!”
“You don’t deserve to see him like this—!”
“You don’t think I know that?” Sarah cried, taking Anne’s hand and squeezing hard. “Promise me we’ll kill your father, Anne. John knows the danger he’s in, but nothing can take him from James save for James himself.”
“And if he dies...”
“Then all will be well.” Sarah bowed her head. “And John will be okay, after all.”
There wasn’t any reason he shouldn’t have been okay in the first place! He was never supposed to be here!
“I’ll fix everything,” Anne vowed, mostly to herself.
But Sarah heard. “I already told you that none of this is your fault, Anne. You don’t have to feel like you have to do all of it yourself. You have me.”
“If I’m going to become an Overlifer, then I have to show everyone that I’m worthy of it.” She shook out her tail. “Ugh, this would’ve been so much easier if Monmouth could have just done things right and killed James for us. Then we would have Mary left to deal with, but at least Marly-”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” Sarah interrupted. “We’re here for Monmouth.”
Anne sighed and left it at that. She pushed open the doors in front of her, taking a spell from her pocket and blowing on it. The slip of paper disintegrated into flames, and, much to her surprise, the candles down the hall lit up.
There were cages upon cages that held dozens of dwaallicht spirits in them, all growling and whining as Anne stepped inside. Some of the larger cells had handler spells scrawled over the walls; she guessed those were for any captured Allies. Shamefully they had none at the moment. That was a shame, they certainly found more purpose in the fighting rings where the Overlifers liked to pit them against each other, and where Marly would be fighting tomorrow night.
She supposed just a bit of her father’s bloodlust had grown on her.
“Monmouth!” she called. “It’s me, Anne!” After a moment of silence save for the nervous growls of the other spirits, she whistled. He always responded to that more.
There was a weak bark, and Anne saw then that he was lying in one of the upper cages, his head forced up by the heavy chains around his neck, tangled around the wires of the cage. He wagged his tail slightly as he met Anne’s gaze.
“Monmouth,” she breathed. She hadn’t expected the relief that came to her in that moment, seeing him alive. “I- I didn’t think I would see you again. Hold on!” She climbed onto the wires of the lower cages, steadying herself with her tail as she leaned in closer towards Monmouth. There were symbols scratched out into his chains, she realized— not Infernal, but something else entirely.
Wait, is that...Messianic? There were very few characters that had survived from the language of the angels before they had all gone extinct, and two of those were in use here. The other ones she had never seen before.
I don’t think anyone has ever seen this before. She narrowed her eyes. Is this real?
“Hey, Sarah? Can you look at the chains on the other remnants?”
“Alright. What am I looking for?”
Anne swallowed. “M-Messianic.”
Sarah was silent as she bent down to look at the chains of the other spirits, and then Anne heard her hiss, “Heresy!”
“Well, is there?”
“Are you kidding me? It’s all over their collars!” Sarah fumed. “James can rot, but if he catches the cunt who did this, you won’t see me complaining about the beheading. How does anyone even know about this?”
“And it works, too,” Anne said, looking down at Monmouth. “Only angel spells could inhibit the magic of the devils and the dwaallicht spirits.” Her tail twitched thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard of any spirit managing to leave this place. There has to be a reason for it.”
“Are you saying this is on purpose?” Sarah asked incredulously. “James is a lot of things, but to mess with Messianic spells is beyond even anything he would do.”
“He killed his brother. Didn’t he, Monmouth?” Anne reached through the cage to hold her cousin’s hand. “I believe you. There’s nothing I would past him at this point.”
“I was going to kill him,” he whispered.
“We’ll finish the job,” she said solemnly. “Can you move?”
“Hardly.” He flicked his ears back. “Is...this what sickness is?”
“It might be pretty close.” Anne looked back down to the other spirits, all of them with that same, unnaturally dull look in their eyes that Monmouth had. She jumped down and shook herself out. “This is James. Look around, we have real proof that he is a traitor, even if he’s defended by the Law of Honorable Succession.”
“Hold on, Anne,” Sarah said. “James has definitely not been the only one here. These fights have been going on since before Charles even ruled. They had to subdue the spirits and Allies somehow. Chances are, some people already know about this. Maybe even some have guessed.”
“Then why stay silent?”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“I—” Anne paused. “No, and you wouldn’t, either. You just can’t about something like this.”
“Well, maybe we wouldn’t,” Sarah admitted. “But you can’t really blame anyone for not saying anything.”
“Wonderful,” Anne said. “Let’s tell everyone right now.” She climbed back up to Monmouth. “But we have to get him out of here first.”
“Wait, right now?” Sarah’s eyes widened. “Shouldn’t we get George first, or—”
She was cut off by shouting from the stairs, and Anne froze, recognizing the anger behind the voice immediately.
“Who else would have told them if not you?! If they are down here, I will actually fucking kill you.” The words were heavily slurred, echoing throughout, but it was still clear to Anne; it was James. “Mary couldn’t have fucking told anyone, she was high as shit.”
I have to get out of here.
But she couldn’t move, and it was Sarah who pulled her down just as James and Marly stepped through those doors.
“I said no one could come down here,” James breathed. “Anne.”
Just confront him now. Anne swallowed, finding she couldn’t speak, either. Her tail jerked up and down behind her.
“Care to explain the Messianic you’ve used here?” Sarah growled for her.
“Sarah, please don’t,” Marly said, but James lazily waved his tail upwards to silence them both.
“You talk as if you think you are threatening me,” he said to Sarah.
“I’m—” She looked from him to Marly, then bowed her head. “Of course not. Sir,” she added. “I was just wondering why.”
Anne stifled a sigh of relief, and James turned his head to her.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” He stepped closer, curling his lip back in a snarl. “Always you, always defying me. I knew we should have stopped at Mary. She was always better at this from the very beginning. Does no one here know respect?”
Still, she said nothing. She knew that if she spoke, he’d interrupt her anyway.
“You insolent girl!” he spat then, taking her choker and pulling her towards him so roughly that it snapped in his hand. She stumbled and fell into his arms, where he gripped her horn, forcing her head up. “And you accuse me of treason?”
“I- I haven’t—”
“Oh, you don’t know when I’ve had enough, do you?” James shoved her back by her shirt collar, and she fell hard on the ground, her head hitting one of the cages.
Ow! She winced, biting back a cry when he slammed his foot down on the tip of her tail.
“If you tell anyone what you saw here, trust me, I will find out,” he snarled. “And I will not be as forgiving. I still have Mary if you need to die.”
Oh, this is forgiving? Anne sneered, and her father raised an eyebrow.
“Are you laughing?”
“How could I?” Even so, she grinned defiantly up at him. “How could I ever laugh at our glorious leader?” There was that old resentment stirring up within her again; she’d been so young back then, less sure of what would happen if she stood up to him. She missed that fearlessness.
And she knew why she had lost it in the first place. James smiled right back at her and took one of his switchblades from his coat pocket.
“You- you’re not going to fucking stab me,” she blurted. She wasn’t sure if that would stop him; mostly she was just bewildered. He’d never used anything but his fists on her.
“Watch me,” he said, flicking the blade out. At that point both Sarah and Marly rushed towards him, Marly in particular shoving him back.
“Alright, you’ve had enough fun tonight,” he said, glancing at Sarah and giving her the slightest shake of his head. “You really shouldn’t drink after a bad day, James, you know how you get.”
James didn’t seem to notice the gesture, merely stepped to the side and narrowed his eyes at his daughter. “I meant what I said.”
“She knows, sir,” Sarah said, walking over to Anne. “We won’t tell anybody.”
“So there’s no need for- for any of this,” Marly said. He took James’ hand, and James stared right at Sarah as he wrenched his hand away from Marly’s grasp and buried the knife into his Ally’s thigh.
Sarah gasped, brought a hand over her mouth. “John—!”
What the fuck? Anne blinked wearily, fixing her gaze on the choker her father had torn from her neck. Oh, it did make her angry, all of this did, but she was just relieved the pain was only in her head. Maybe that was bad.
But I’ll make up for it, right? She looked up, seeing Monmouth watching with wide eyes. But he said nothing, when before he would have been shouting at James.
“Well, James- sir, that was- shit—” Marly bit his lip, leaning against Sarah when she came up behind him. “A little excessive, no?” He took a shaky breath and turned around to drop his head against Sarah’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” Anne heard him mutter.
James rolled his eyes, looking down at the blade he had left in Marly’s thigh. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“What the fuck,” Sarah began, but Marly lifted a hand to her lips to shush her.
“Do- do you want me to be honest?” he asked.
“I don’t fucking care,” James said. He glowered back at Anne. “Looks like I have to drive these two to the hospital. Again. You get home on your own.” He spat at Marly’s face as he turned around. “Useless bitch. When we get there, say it was a fight—”
Anne watched them go, her heart sinking. There was never any point in freeing Monmouth, she supposed. His fate was already sealed. Hers was, too.
“Don’t actually drive,” she called after her father.
He barked out a laugh but didn’t turn around.
Anne waited for them all to leave, then fell back on the floor, leaning against the cages and the spirits as she wept into her hand. What a mess she always made, and what a waste of time. Her neck was exposed, now; she could feel it as she ran her fingers across the R. She wanted to claw it off.
“You’re too brave,” Monmouth murmured once she had quieted down.
“Yeah, well, so are you,” she said. She stood and wiped at her face, taking a deep breath. “Goodbye. You weren’t so bad to play house with.”
“You’re...not...freeing me?”
“There’s nothing left for you.” Anne took another cigarette from her pocket and lit it as she walked out. She couldn’t wait to pass out here.
#'the drunk driving fandom is dying god knows why'#hm not much to say on this one#i just rlly felt for anne here#queen anne (six lives won't make you happy)#six lives won't make you happy
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*SPOILERS*
So......Jen basically makes K.E.V.I.N. retcon not just the final episode but many storylines in the whole show! Let's break this down, shall we?
No Todd stealing her blood. This was set up since episode 1 when Bruce said that their blood cannot fall into the wrong hands. In fact, the blood plot was the only recurring thing in this entire show and the only thing that kept me invested when everything else felt like pure filler. The whole point was that Todd hated Jen for getting the powers of Hulk which he believed she didn't earn. So wouldn't him stealing her blood so he could get Hulk powers make sense?! Earlier, he said "superpowers should go to the best person for the job". It'd make sense if he thought that HE was the best person for the job, cause that's how his mind works!
I'll admit that Bruce showing up comes out of nowhere, cause he wouldn't know where Jen is and he's been in Sakaar for....weeks? Months? Hell, a year or two?! How long has he been in Sakaar?! Anyway, that's something I do agree should be left out or built up better to lead to him showing up, but the way Jen worded it sounded so egotistical. Like I see it as family saving family, but she sees it as Bruce hogging the spotlight when it could've been a good team-up. I mean, Thor and Jane teamed up and worked well together and neither hogged the spotlight away from each other. It was still Thor's movie. So, why couldn't we do that with both Hulk and She-Hulk? Oh, cause it's Jen's show, that's why.
Jen brushes off K.E.V.I.N.'s reasoning of bring back Bruce, saying that we don't need to hear why Bruce left to space and to save it for the movie. That just could be a hint for a future Planet Hulk/World War Hulk movie, but don't we deserve a little bit or a hint at what he was doing in Sakaar?!
Abomination being accountable for what? Breaking his parole rules? I hope it's that. Or does she believe that he was working for Intelligencia, cause clearly it was all a misunderstanding. He was just trying to help people as a life coach but ends up helping the....wrong people.
Why does it matter that it's daytime instead of nighttime? This is taking place inside a building.
She wants Daredevil so that they can bang....that's the only reason to bring back Matt Murdock. Y'know, I did ship them last week, but now I'm concerned with how this is being rushed. Plus, with Daredevil's show coming to the MCU, I don't know if those two will still be a thing.
Questioning daddy issues with some of the characters. The thing is, not every character has those issues, but the ones that Jen brought up didn't have good dads and they're dead. Jen's lucky though, she has a dad who's alive and loves her.
DON'T BRING UP THE X-MEN! I know we're getting Deadpool 3 featuring Wolverine, but we've seen what the MCU did with three of the X-Men characters. We're fearing what they'll do to the rest at the moment.
#she hulk attorney at law#episode 9#she hulk spoilers#she hulk series#she hulk show#disney plus#disney+#marvel#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#anti she hulk#anti mcu#anti marvel#marvel criticism#marvel critical#mcu critical#mcu criticism#she hulk critical
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I’ve been waiting for 2x04 bc it’s one of my faves so i should say this ep was watched after his check up where he told a nurse about it and the nurse told him he actually watched it when it aired. To which my brother went ‘well watch it again bc I have to talk to someone about it man, she *points to me* is about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle.’ Anyway: ‘oh it’s pride weekend? Wait WEEKEND? Don’t you fuckers get a whole month? *points at me* dont start, that was meant lovingly’.. ‘so Godiva is like the Trixie of Libery Avenue? That reminds me i gotta watch her new youtube video..’ ‘maybe.. the reason your drink isn’t selling is that hair, sir that is outrageous!..why is he helping a homophobe. Although he’s just an employee so i get it, ill allow it one time Bri Bri’ ‘oh she has a motorcycle? I do too! Maybe this is how i start to like Mel..but mine is broken bc i fell..*he is currently sad over the motorcycle*’ at this point he was so angry at Mikeys coworkers that he paused the ep, went outside for a smoke, came back looked at the tv and went ‘not cool guys, that’s just tacky’ ‘who’s godiva again?! THE LIBERTY VERSION OF TRIXIE IS GONE?! OH NO POOR TRIX- i mean godiva’ ‘OKAAAY TED GET YOURSELF SOME DICK! Good for you! Maybe less talking bc it doesn’t seem to be your thing’… ‘is he making the drink gay? well that’s- WHY DID HE PUT ON THE GOOGLES TO SUCK HIS DICK? SIR YOU WILL CHOK- well i guess that the point’ he got very sad at the scene of Justin painting the sign. He forgot Justin was an artist and now he’s sad bc he can’t do it anymore..’ITS JEN! AT PFLAG! I knew i could count on you! She reminds me of our mom (cut to me saying our mom is a black woman) well..i didn’t specify HOW she reminds me-you know what? Leave me alone, I’m clearly going through something..oh god the shirt. I’m happy for her but Michael would not make me proud…unless he changes like 60 things about himself overnight’ btw he is feeling so proud of himself rn bc he swears that he is “chill” all while bouncing his leg so much my house is shaking. ‘IS THAT THAT BAT FUCKER?!! AT A GAY HOSPICE?! IS THIS SOME KIND OF A FUCKING JOKE?! HE DID NOT JUST WISH AIDS ON HIM AND DURING PRIDE?! oh kid i am your biggest fucking enemy right now, i hope you have an explosive diarrhea’ ‘okay so Mel used to be fun? What happened? Where did she go wrong?…A PITY FUCK?! TED DESERVES BETTER! WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP JOKE IS THIS! That guy wasnt even that pretty so don’t worry Ted’ he got mad again here but less mad then before so no smoke break! ‘Oh he sobered up fast when he realized it wasnt a dream. Bri bri we need to talk about how youre in love. I swear I won’t tell anyone! OH FINALLY I AGREE WITH MIKE, IT WAS A SICK JOKE! Oh..i just know if that fucker did anything, Brian would be fighting right now..now i want to see Brian throw a punch, do you think he knows how to?..OH NO JUSTY, WE ARE GOING TO PRIDE! You are supposed to be proud of..wait what is he supposed to be proud of? Dick sucking skills? *looks at me genuinely* id be proud of that if i was him’ ‘oh my god! The ugly hair homophobe! NOW WHY DID HE SAY THE F WORD?! HE ISNT ALLOWED TO SAY THAT WHAT THE HELL! AND DURING PRIDE?! FUCK YOU!’ And we are back outside for a smoke break.. not to make my brother a liar from the last ep but he is NOT calm. ‘Okay im cool again..as long as no hetero pisses me off anymore. I love that big flag! Do you think they filmed this during actual pride?..WE ARE NOT LETTING BAT FUCKER WIN! Okay seriously now, how bad is Brians mom because he keeps making people march with their moms.. is that bc she wouldn’t do it if she kne- oh god i am now sad for Brian wanting to march with his mom but cant. This is too much for me to handle on a random Friday!..oh brian knew about that fucker? You know what? Hes a little rude but he keeps wanting everyone to just be them. I fuck with that! I shall do that too! But after i get back to my normal life bc this *waves hands* is not it’ 1/2 of 2x04
ANON I AM SCREAMING.
Your brother being pissed about Brian working for a homophobe... wait until he gets to Stockwell arc.
Does your brother watch...drag race? Is he a Trixie Mattel fan? I am seriously dying over this. Comparing Godiva to Trixie... bless. I don't know how accurate I feel that comparison is but I would need to sit with it to think of a better comparison. I take my drag race comparisons seriously.
Mel used to be cool... what happened? Lindsay! LOL
And that bat fucker! I love it. He's so protective over Justin and Brian. He's so worried about what Joan did to Brian and your brother is in for a sad sad shock.
And his take on Brian and Ted - "He keeps wanting everyone to just be them" is so so so accurate.
Your brother may be high off his butt on painkillers but he's very accurate in his takes.
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#queer as folk#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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Lately I can't stop thinking about Elinor Dashwood.
People tend to not like S&S as much as P&P or Persuasion or even Emma, and I get it. I can't claim that S&S is my favorite or even second-favorite Austen novel. But God. Elinor.
Elinor spends the entire fucking novel having to put aside what she wants in order to do what's best for the people she loves. She is "the comforter of others in her own distress, no less than theirs." She chooses to give counsel in a gentle way, and often bites her tongue because she knows the person in question won't listen to her, choosing instead to be a supportive, safe place.
The big contrast, I think, between Elinor and Marianne when we view them through the modern lens (that is, if one were to update S&S for an adaptation that took place in the 21st century) would be that Marianne says and does what she wants in the moment and Elinor doesn't, because Elinor doesn't just think about her anger, or her desire, or her pain, or her joy, in that moment. She thinks about what happens the moment after that. And the day after that. And the week after that.
Elinor wants to tell Edward she loves him. She wants to do it more than anything, especially since she has reason to suspect he returns her feelings. But she also knows that whatever relief comes from telling him in the moment, the next day and the day after and the day after that are going to be painful for him and for her. She might cause Edward to break off his engagement to Lucy, which would financially ruin Lucy (remember, in those days a marriage was an economical decision as well as an emotional one), ruin Lucy's reputation, ruin Edward's, and probably cause resentment between all three in time. Elinor is aware of the consequences of her actions and the potential pitfalls in a way that Marianne isn't.
Elinor's just. She's so fucking responsible, and she's so fucking loving. She's the mom friend in your group who makes sure everyone has what they need and gets home safe at night. She's the friend who is always there to pick up the phone when you call. She's the friend who bails you out of jail, who holds your hair while you vomit your hangover into the toilet, and firmly but lovingly calls you out when you fuck up.
And she gets shit for it.
She gets her own sister calling her "cold" and "heartless." She's told she's "without feeling" by the person who should know her best. She sticks up for Marianne through all of Marianne's mistakes (that nearly ruin not only Marianne but their whole family). In the 21st century I'd say Marianne did the equivalent of nearly having an affair with her married boss. Sure, it wouldn't necessarily be Elinor's fault if Marianne had gone ahead and done it, but people would probably judge Elinor anyway (thinking Elinor was the same or Elinor should've stopped her) and at the very least would've gossiped about it in every room Elinor was in for the next decade.
And when Elinor finally has enough, and tells her sister this behavior isn't okay and she needs to fix it, Marianne tells her she thinks Elinor doesn't have a heart. Elinor who has spent the whole novel taking care of everyone except herself, Elinor who has been kind to people who don't deserve it (Lucy Steele, arguably Miss Jennings), Elinor who has been beating herself up constantly for not just any behavior that falls short of her own ideals for herself but for her very thoughts in her head.
Elinor is SO hard on herself guys, she's constantly berating herself. She calls it her "self-command" but really it's an endless litany of self-scrutiny where she more often than not finds herself coming up short, and criticizes herself as a result.
I can't stop thinking about the quote from the 1995 film, which was paraphrased from Ch. 37 in the novel. It's when Marianne tells her sister she's without feeling and is shocked that Elinor reveals how she's been grieving for months over her inability to marry the man she loves. In the book the quote goes,
"Then, if I had not been bound to silence, perhaps nothing could have kept me entirely--not even what I owed to my dearest friends--from openly shewing that I was very unhappy."
In the movie it became:
"Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you."
Elinor's hurting. She's hurting badly, she's actively in grief and she can't even talk about it with anyone because if she does, she's breaking someone's trust and confidence. Elinor is the friend who gets in trouble with her parents because she won't say where she was, since it'll reveal things about a friend she promised to keep secret. Elinor is the person who stays silent and lets people think the worst of her rather than badmouth someone. Her integrity, and her principle of honoring the feelings of others, means more to her than her own happiness, or even her own reputation.
I don't know, guys. I think we tend to value Marianne more, and behave more like Marianne - we value "sensibility." The person who shows the most emotion is the person whose opinion is most valuable. Especially in this age of social media where we're trained to bare it all, and the person who performs their hurt the best is the person whose pain is the most valid, I can't stop thinking about Elinor. Elinor's privacy, her sense of honor, and her selfessness are written off as coldness and a lack of caring, when the novel takes pains to show us she feels more than Marianne or anyone else in the story.
I just really love her, guys. I really love Elinor Dashwood, and I think she's a lot more relatable than many of us give her credit for being.
#mads rants#sorry I just had to word vomit this#so it could stop taking over my brain#I just have that one scene between Marianne and Elinor playing on a loop in my head#I'm not the best of Jane Austen scholars and this is just me yeeting my first draft into the void#so please keep that in mind#put behind a read more to spare your dashes
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Trying to understand this…
The mind stone is used in Avengers and Age of Ultron to control people’s actions and make them think they want to do these things, while part of them suffers inside but can’t stop it. We as an audience all agree this is a bad thing and the narrative frames it as a bad thing. Clint, Helen Cho, and others are rightfully horrified and violated. This one is a given.
Kilgrave used his powers of control to make countless people do whatever he asked, particularly to make women sleep with him and make them think they want it, while part of them suffers inside but can’t stop it. We as an audience all agree this is a bad thing and the narrative frames it as a bad thing. Jessica and others are rightfully horrified and violated and it’s a triumph when he’s defeated because he was a monster for altering people’s wills to suit him.
Wanda used her powers to brainwash a whole town and control what they do like hostage puppets, while part of them suffers inside but can’t stop it. We as an audience can sympathize with her pain but nevertheless can all agree that this is a bad thing, and the narrative treats it similarly. The townspeople are rightfully horrified and violated, and Wanda has to correct herself and let go of her own desires for the sake of innocent people who don’t deserve to be controlled like this. She learns her lesson and goes into solitude somewhere. (Let’s just forget about her continued story in DS2 for a moment because she seems to forget having learned her lesson there. Thanks DS2.)
So it’s generally accepted that it’s wrong to control the actions of others and have them do anything against their will, yes? This wasn’t under dispute?
And yet. Jen breaks the fourth wall so hard she goes to the writers and has them change a bunch of things, including ripping Matt out of his home that he just got back to and having him literally fall from the sky back into her life because she “has needs”. From what I’ve seen, he doesn’t seem too aware of things having changed; he thinks he’s come to help her take out the bad guy and sounds kinda like he thought he was just around the corner to be able to help in the first place. He doesn’t appear to question why he’s there or what just happened to him. I’m gonna go by that and assume he has no idea that things are any different than before and that he thinks he’s still chosen to be there the whole time. Jen clearly intends to get a boyfriend out of this rewrite, having him join her family gatherings and making comments to the camera about “smashing” him. Given that he seems unaware of any of this, it calls into question his actual level of control here, because it gives off the impression that he’s only there doing these things because she’s had him be written to do so. If that’s the case, as it seems to be, it makes it feel more like he’s a hostage to her desires than a boyfriend.
So.
Jen uses her ability to control the writing to make Matt come back for the express purpose of being with her. This rewrite makes it clear that Jen is definitely getting it on with him and plans to keep him around. He is treated like an object to fulfill her “needs” rather than a person and it’s unclear whether any part of him is internally aware of being altered and controlled by writing or if he 100% completely thinks that he’s choosing to do any of this. Another human being’s power of choice is removed for no other reason than because she’s got the hots for him and it suited her to make him stay and play boyfriend for her.
And the audience… thinks this is fun and relatable, apparently? I’m seeing a lot of ‘girl me too’ and ‘YEAH get it Jen’ type of responses to this. The narrative appears to frame it exactly the same way.
I’m aware that I’m taking this far more seriously than they ever intended (though this show seems allergic to seriousness anyway so the bar was low to begin with), but seriously, why is this okay? If the exact same scenario happened with a male character being the one to forcefully write a woman back into his life so he could sleep with her, what would the reaction be then? The double standards of the show were already clear and kind of appalling (men objectifying women = bad, as it should be, but Jen objectifying men repeatedly and to kind of an insane degree = totally cool apparently), but this is a really glaring example.
RIP to comic Jen’s personality for being replaced with someone who spends her whole series being unlikable in so many different ways, and uh, can someone go rescue Matt, please?
#marvel#marvel streaming#marvel critical#she hulk#she hulk critical#me: ugh i have to stop thinking about this show because it’s just making me negative and it’s pointless#also me: ANOTHER THING
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It's been nearly 24 hours since I watched the first episode of She-Hulk so here's some thoughts floating around my brain:
I feel really petty for this but I want Jennifer to be big and have lots of muscles :( Like even when she's green she's tiny compared to the CGI monstrosity they are calling Bruce Banner nowadays
SPECIAL GUEST STAR MARK RUFFALO?! YOU MEAN HE'S NOT GOING TO BE IN THE WHOLE SHOW?! God Marvel I know you threw Bruce out the window but I want my Bruce content 😭😭
I like the breaking the fourth wall, I think it's fun when characters do that
The bathroom scene was everything. I want to be cared for like that. And the "he doesn't deserve you - or she - or they" like aw they're inclusive
I don't see why they needed to devote 2 scenes to talking about Steve Rogers' sex life, are you really that scared of the Stucky shippers Marvel? Because Steve Rogers OBVIOUSLY lost his virginity to his best friend since childhood James Buchanan Barnes and I don't see why you need to debate about that, we all know the truth
Some of it felt a bit silly but I guess that's what happens when emotions run high
I think Jennifer's going to be a fun character :) She knows how to speak her mind and I love her for that
I hate the fact that Bruce is just considered a joke, like is NOBODY GOING TO TALK ABOUT HIS ABUSIVE DAD OR GIVE ANY FORM OF NOD TO HIS PAST?! Instead it's just "haha we can't get drunk :D Haha I'm jealous"
In fact you know what Marvel, hand him over. You obviously can't be trusted to treat my baby boy Bruce right, I'm taking away your Bruce privileges
So he's stuck as that CGI monstrosity unless he's injured? Is it mean to say "be injured more Bruce"?
The nod to Tony and Bruce's friendship was nice, it's nice that the Science Bros were actually Science Bros.
Also the "oh, I thought I'd get some work done while you were sleeping", Bruce you spent the whole night in the lab didn't you
I feel I need to read Bruce-centric fics to make up for the lack of Bruce content I am receiving by Marvel does anyone have any recs
At least they ripped Jen's sleeves a bit ig? Idk it feels odd that with Bruce it's no clothes but Jen gets to mostly keep all hers
Anyways that's all the thoughts out in the open, the show's enjoyable so far. Still missing Bruce Banner more and more every day.
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Legacies 4x18
A week late but eh the hiatus and cancellation had me feeling not v excited to continue watching
Anyway
Some things I want to applaud:
Omone and Chris really just killing it with Kaleb’s death scene
Kaleb’s death scene being intercut with Hope’s optimistic speech (honestly, art. whoever came up with this idea deserves a hearty pat on the back
Landon just being the purest boy in the underworld and sending Ted off to Peace (and finally ridding us of the Necromancer)
And then of course, the things I thought were infuriating:
The entirety of the Lizzie/Hope/Ric plotline hinging upon the fact that whoever triggers the explosion won’t survive, when we’ve seen vampires outrun many an explosion before.
Kaleb dying at all (esp when we know that Landon is probably going to bring him back to life)
The mythological lore??? Why do they try so hard to make everything confusing? Peace is Valhalla??? Cleo is a Fury??? What is the point?
More on the Cleo thing: why try to give Cleo all these new powers 3 episodes before the finale? They should have just given her a decent personal conflict instead of taking away her Muse powers only to make her an Oracle/Fury/whatever they came up with to serve some plot purposes later on
Even though I was warmed by what Landon did with his new Ferryman powers, is this really what they’ve decided on as the satisfactory close to Landon’s arc? The abused kid who couldn’t find a home or catch a break ends up serving eternally as someone who brings other people to peace? Never being able to reach it himself??? The only way I can see this being a happy fate is if this somehow means he gets to be with Hope, who is also immortal?? Unless of course, they just bring him back to life in the finale. I would prefer that if this is the alternative
I totally blanked out during the Ken/Aurora/Jen parts. They were very forgettable
They really threw Mizzethan out the window. The worst thing is that Methan’s goodbye scene hit harder than the Mizzie confession. And I don’t even think Lizzie and Ethan spoke this episode???
The Josie and Caroline mention should have made me feel satisfied, but it just annoyed me. So, Hope’s humanity is back on, meaning Josie’s reason for leaving is gone. From what I can tell by the total lack of talking about it, the Merge is a non-issue now that Lizzie is a vampire, so Caroline’s excuse for being away is gone. Plus, the school has been under attack and the battle plan hinges on Lizzie dying, so why aren’t Josie and Caroline already at the school? They can’t give us a single reason in a single shitty throwaway line. They didn’t even try.
I’m just. Very frustrated. The show is being cancelled. This is the third-to-last episode of Legacies. And this is what it was
#tvdu#legacies#legacies season 4#anti legacies#tagging that bc#i just feel like this was a very negative post#and its a sad vibe in fandom spaces overall rn#legacies 4x18
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