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junicai · 3 years

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Relationship with SuperM

➣ BAEKHYUN ☾ baekaria

before being thrown into a supergroup together, aria and baekhyun hadn’t really spoken

they’d seen each other around the building, and aria was an avid supporter of exo so of course she knew who he was but she wasn’t expecting him to know who she was

so when aria walked into the practice room and was greeted by baekhyun waving her over and calling her name

sue her if she was a little stunned

their relationship was a little stilted at the beginning

between the age gap, and baekhyun not having a girl member in a group before, it took a few weeks for the two of them to figure out their dynamic and where they fit around each other

eventually though

they settled into a pretty comfortable situation

baekhyun tries to put her at ease as much as possible

there is 8 years in the difference, but you’d swear that its less than half

although he’s playful and generous with the teasing like he is to other members

he’s careful to avoid certain topics when it comes to aria, just out of respect for her and not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable

this came to fruition after kai unknowingly made a small comment on how aria “must have been hungry”, considering how fast she was eating

baekhyun knew he didn’t mean anything by it, but he watched aria slowly put down her chopsticks and reach for the bottle of water beside her instead

he didn’t see her eat for the rest of the evening

did kai get in trouble? no but he did get hit lightly over the head

when aria does something cool - like a spin or a trick - baekhyun is the first to say “that’s my child. i raised her, look how well i taught her”

ten: “heY-”

tldr: although they’re not the closest, aria’s slowly grown more comfortable around him, and he’s looking out for her all the time

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

200829 Knowing Brothers: when baekhyun brought up the members of superm all showering together to get closer quickly, heechul quickly pounced on aria - the girl slowly moving to put her head in her hands.

“and where was aria during all of this? don’t tell me you brought her to?”

baekhyun: “well of course we did-”

aria: “NO I STAYED OUTSIDE HE’S A LIAR DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!”

*cue baekhyun laughing his ass off*

➣ TAEMIN ☾ arimin

aria thought she was going to die

there was absolutely no plausible reason that she should be in a group with The Taemin

he was highkey the reason why she had even accepted her position in sm at the very beginning of her training

this man convinced a fifteen year old to give up the sport she’d been doing her entire life

his impact (*¯ ³¯*)♡

please stand by while aria tosses herself off a bridge

she was So Formal at the beginning

he honestly was the member she took the longest time to warm up to - because she had idolized him for so long

will still refer to him as taemin-ssi occasionally, but now its less a formality and more of a tease

this boy was shook when he found out how young aria was - mark and lucas he can deal with because at least they’re 1999, but aria....

“2000??? 2000?”

he said :O

despite their rocky start, they’re quite comfortable around each other, especially after spending a few nights rooming together over the tour

does aria still look for his validation in a lot of her work? yes, but she’s more open about asking for it now then she would have been

taemin definitely doesn’t have a favourite kid and it’s definitely not aria no why would you think that

aria really out here collecting parents like pokémon

gotta catch em all~

he looks out for her a lot during their schedules, mainly because he knows what its like to be the youngest in a group and how it can feel a little like you don’t really have a place there

so he always makes sure to include her where possible

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

sitting in a circle in a waiting room while mark toy-ed around with the guitar in his lap, aria sat curled in the corner, humming lightly to herself as taemin sang softly along with mark playing “view”.

quietly, she began to sing soft backing harmonies along with taemin, her eyes still attached to her phone in her hands.

when she felt the device being tugged out of her hands and her being pulled upright by another hand on her arm, she looked up to see taemin smiling brightly, still singing

cue the impromptu concert of a lifetime: with god tier vocals

➣ KAI ☾ kairia

so, they met

and kai just kinda went: mine.

and that was that really

its like a puppy refusing to give up its favourite chew toy

“nooo but its my turn to room with aria :(”

never really did the whole awkward, getting to know each other phase?

not that aria had any real say in it

but jongin point blank refused to engage in small talk with her

so they ended up spending their nights on the superm tour talking about stuff ranging from why the sky is blue to why aria stopped ice skating

she started crying and he did not handle it well, bless him

although he’s super chill and fun to be around

he’s also the only non-nct member that seriously scolds her

when he found her in a practice room lying on the ground (she was Resting, thank you very much) at three in the morning, he dragged her out without a word and brought her back to her dorms in silence

aria knew he was mad at her, but she thought it was because he had to borderline carry her four blocks down to the nct dorms

“no you idiot, im angry because you thought that instead of coming to one of us for help with the bits you’re struggling with, you figured hey. let’s pass out instead.”

he’s so affectionate with her

you know how lucas and kai have Intense Brothers Energy

well aria has that, little sister vibe that makes kai want to wrap her in a blanket and carry her everywhere

she’d hate that, if he tried that she’d scream (he did try that, this is coming from past experience)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

kai chucking aria like a cannon ball into the pool during the filming of mtopia when she refused his hugs.

“oppa, oppa no im sorry ill give you all the hugs you want, oppa, JONGIN-OPPA NO NO NO NO -”

*sploosh*

➣ TAEYONG ☾ ariyong

taeyong took one look at aria the first time she showed up for group practice and immediately adopted her (not literally but he would if he could)

eomma meets highly protective brother meets life coach type beat?

so so soft for her its sickening

says he doesn’t have favourites and will then spend an hour cooking for aria because she’s been in the studio the whole day and he knows she hasn’t eaten yet

when aria was given a duet to do for the sm stages, she had to pick another member to do it with and her first choice was taeyong

she always has said that taeyong is one of the pillars keeping her upright and sane - without him she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to complete her training

because of all the schedules they share together, if aria isn’t rooming with mark then she’s definitely rooming with taeyong

whenever she does his makeup (more often than you’d think) she point blank refuses to cover his scar, even when he asks her to do so

“please? i don’t like it.” “*gasp* how dare you.”

sleepy aria! snuggling into taeyong’s shoulder when a schedule ran late!

he gets uncomfy when the stylists put her in too revealing clothes, and has spoken to them on numerous occasions about dressing her in age-appropriate attire, no matter how “sexy” the concept might be

he keeps little bags of sugar-dusted strawberry sweets in his bag incase she forgets to eat and feels faint after the last time (they used to be blueberry flavoured but he heard donghyuck throwing out any and all “blueberry-contaminated” food one evening)

taeyong doesn’t tolerate hate towards aria, especially in person, so he always makes sure to sit down the line from her so that he can see when people skip her intentionally

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

taeyong had just been awarded the single bedroom on the last night of the mtopia series, and was staring off into the corner looking rather uncomfortable. aria, who was meant to be rooming with baekhyun, looked over and saw his mouth curled downwards slightly.

“baekhyun-oppa, is it ok if i room with taeyongie-oppa tonight? i ran out of my tablets, and he has some in his bag..”

baekhyun looked down at her with a small smile and agreed, while the edited captions on the video appeared with the words, “a cute maknae asking to room with a younger member..”

➣ TEN ☾ tenaria

Whipped™

so so gone for her its upsetting actually

yangyang and aria share the position of his baby

except aria willingly accepts the title while yangyang would rather fling himself from a rooftop

ten’s instagram is half his cats, half miyazu aria

he posts her dancing practice on his story a lot, with a variety of captions ranging from “thats my baby ♡( ◡‿◡ )” to “yah that’s not right…(눈_눈)”

such an enabler for her bad ideas

aria wants to go shopping at 4am? ten agrees, now they’re sitting by han river eating ice cream

pls he’s gonna get her in so much trouble one day

when they walk together, ten likes to take her hand and put it in his pocket

its under the pretense of not wanting her to get lost

he just wants to hold her hand

yes he has lost her in a shopping mall, and NO it wasn’t his fault

ten always complains that they never have schedules together and he misses his baby

“we have superm-” “I NEVER SEE YOUUUU (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ”

if they’re in the same room ten is either watching her out of the corner of his eye, or is actually wrapped around her like a boa constrictor

hugs n kithes all around

only he is allowed make fun of her mistakes in dancing

anyone else gets deaded. he will fight for her honor how dare you insult his baby

sm give these ttwo a dancing duo video pls

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

the first and only time aria and ten had a duet was during their last concert on superm’s first world tour. during the second half of ten’s solo performance, aria emerged from the left side of the stage, coming to join him in the centre stage. no one had ever seen aria as serious as she was then, both herself and ten becoming completely different people in the moment. midway through, aria spun with her back to ten and leaped backwards into the air - eyes closed - completely trusting ten to be where she needed him to be to catch her.

➣ LUCAS ☾ arihei

besties

please they’re so cute together - tol child next to tini child she barely comes up to his chest :(

bear hugs

he just swamps her in his arms, and when he doesn’t feel like being bent over he picks her up

complains that she’s too heavy but then immediately after will throw her around like a softball

someone tell this man to be careful with her she’s not a barbie doll

singular braincell energy

don’t get it wrong, they’re both super smart

so it’s just - being smort together, but then nearly dying because neither of them remembered that you couldn’t eat raw cookie dough when there are eggs in it

she adores how he’s so confident in the things that he does - like convincing the entire nct fandom that he was fluent in english? king behaviour

so aria looks up to him (literally) but also because she wants to have that confidence some day

lucas says they’re not close and then aria pouts and he takes it all back

nczennies made a 14 minute compilation titled “lucas melting like a popsicle in australia for aria”

and literally what the title tells you, this man goes :(( when he sees her

lucas was actually the person to convince her to go ahead with the [redacted] proposal - and reminded her that it was too good an opportunity to pass up just because she felt like she was outgrowing the boys

he’s so proud of her

and she’s so proud of him

they’re so proud of each other and it makes nczennies want to cry because they never are seen together

sm stop separating the platonic soulmates first markhyuck and now arihei smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

during a photoshoot, aria was standing off to the side of the boys, dressed in white suit to contrast the boys’ black ones. the photographer was calling out to her to get her to move closer, but she couldn’t hear him from so far away, and so lucas (who was on the end) just walked over to her, gripped her by the biceps and lifted her vertically and to the left a little bit.

“luc-LUCAS?”

“you had to move :)”

➣ MARK ☾ mari

½ of the best friend crew

honestly at the beginning, mark and aria weren’t very close, having only really seen each other in passing or with johnny

but after being dropped into training together the two quickly became fast friends, and now they’re borderline inseparable

you thought you knew pain? watch aria’s reaction to mark’s graduation from dream :)

mark’s the reason why aria felt confident enough to pitch some of her lyric ideas to the team, after staying up until 4am to help her make some edits so she was as confident as possible

kinda just, rests his head on her shoulder? and wraps his arms around her waist when he’s tired

mari being confused in foreigner: ???

aria said once in a vlive that she finds mark really comforting to be around - when she feels stressed or worried about something she’ll go to mark’s room and just sit on his bed for a while

aria is so close with his parents - “ahh, how’s my favourite child” “i’m doing great mom.” “no not you, how’s aria?” “wh-hu-MOM?”

you’d swear sometimes mark is younger than her, considering the pout he puts on and how much he whines when they’re not on the same team together for promotions

mark big protecc boi but also little small cuddly boi

they’re so soft for each other ( ╥ω╥ )

in one of the fancams for mark’s solo stage during superm, someone zoomed into aria singing along with him in the wings and dancing to herself with the Proudest Smile™

he’s! so! proud! of! her! constantly! she could be walking and he’d be like “omg get it”

when aria refuses to get up and make herself food (this happens way too often, she just gets into the groove of her work and doesn’t want to move) mark gets her to by threatening to do it himself

consistently caught by czennies just standing behind her and holding her hand in crowded areas - airports, waiting rooms, etc.

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

mark and aria were standing off to one side as the mc explained the rules of the game they were about to be playing. mark looked totally confused, and elbowed aria in her side before looking down and mouthing “what?” to her. aria opened her mouth, before closing it and looking down at the ground, muttering to herself, “결합… 結合….. le chéile…. le… le.. oh oh - combined! we have to put them together, markie.”

and thus, a new confusion meme was born

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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Misc 3 with Hannah and Taemin pls I think it’d be a fun piece hehe

this amused me ngl so thanks for requesting! 🥰 taemin is a walking disaster, and hannah usually is, too that’s why she gets really amused when it’s not her who does something a little funny...

prompt: “I think I just ripped my pants.”

Hannah quickly rushed off of the stage just as the lights went out after her performances of her solo songs. She quickly went to get ready for the next set and found herself sitting next to Taemin.

“I can see why you enjoy more mature concepts,” Taemin said while nudging her arm with his elbow. “You did really well out there.”

“Thanks, oppa,” she smiled at him. “I made a little mistake back there, but it’s been a little hard switching back and forth between Dream and SuperM. As much as I love performing with you oppas, I can’t wait for our tour to end so I can focus on Dream.”

Taemin smiled. Taeyong was right when he said that Hannah loves performing and being with NCT Dream more than anything else. He patted her head then got up to stretch.

“Should I visit one of your concerts after our tour ends?”

“Only if you want to!”

Hannah smiled at him through the mirror and turned to her phone. She saw a few messages from Donghyuck who she was talking to just before Dangerous Woman. She quickly responded to his last message and went to monitor Mark’s performance through the little screen in the room.

Just as Mark was about to end, she heard a little popping noise and a surprised voice. She turned around to see Taemin sending an apologetic look at the stylist who quickly turned around and went towards one if the many suitcases they had.

“Oppa, what happened?”

Taemin smiled at her sheepishly. “I think I just ripped my pants.”

Hannah could only raise her eyebrow at him and laugh. He told her not to laugh, but the fact that he was in his own little fit of laughter made it hard to take him seriously.

“Honestly, oppa,” she snorted, “I know we like putting on a little sexy show during No Manners, but that’s a little too much, don’t you think?”

“Yah!”

“I only speak the truth.”

Their banter drew in attention from Taeyong who walked over, but he saw Taemin’s behind. The younger boy’s eyes went wide.

“Hyung, your pants!”

“I know, Taeyong.”

“Oppa’s about to give the fans an extra show,” Hannah inserted before bursting into laughter.

Taemin could only shake his head in amusement and slight embarrassment while Taeyong joined Hannah.

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“I am so telling Yoonmi.”

#hannah.minhan #hannah.request #hannah.drabble #superm female member #superm female addition #superm 8th member #hannah #lee hannah

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deobitchxx · 4 years

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Hi~ Can I request a fluff with Changmin and prompt #32 and #33 pls?

[ 16:34 // 26.09.2020 // R.FLUFF ] “When are you getting off work?” His silvery voice was a mixture of concerns and exhaustion combined through the other line. You shrugged your shoulders off, as if the latter would see the action. “Not sure, I’ll be done after sweeping this floor.” “Alright, wait for me there.” “But Ji Ch-” Before you could even block him from coming, he already ended the call, knowing the fact that you won’t allow him to visit you. He usually only had 2 hours of sleep on the moderate schedule and if his team’s comeback is around the corner, he might stay up for almost 2 days straight without any proper sleep. It was not like you weren’t excited to meet him but you wanted him to use the break time for resting. In addition, the cafe shop that you are working at is in the center of Seoul, so it is not impossible to have his fans wandering around the big city. Sighing, you shoved your phone into the pocket of the apron and continued to sweep the floor.

“I’m sorry I’m late, traffic problem.” The heavy breath of his clearly showed that he hurried to your workplace. You were waiting for him outside the cafe shop after locking down all the doors and windows. “It’s fine, how’s work today?” You asked him as he held your tote bag, wrapping the strap on his shoulder and accompanied you to the bus stop. He let out a deep breath, “Don’t even let me start it. It was so tiring, more tired than our previous comeback.” Your chuckling sounds pleasantly rang to his ears, “You guys earn a lot of fans after Road to Kingdom. I’m sure you guys are working hard for them.” You gave a pat on his shoulder and added, “Cheer up, Ji Changmin. I know you can do it,” he looked at you, who was smiling flawlessly to the latter. Oh, how bad he wanted to own that smile of yours. He beamed along and casually put his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close, “Then may I get a free cake tomorrow?” You nudged him on the side and stuck your tongue, “Pay for the cake if you wanted to, I’m not your factory to provide free cakes.”

The sounds of glasses clinking and loud music were dominating the entire space of the underground bar. You were not a big fan for parties, but this one was an exception. All of your and Changmin’s friends gathered at the bar to celebrate his team’s comeback. The owner of the bar was Changmin’s closest friend and he wanted to appreciate his efforts in preparing for the comeback. To be honest, the party didn’t sound exciting enough to you because the person you wanted to see the most wasn’t around to be seen. You let out a groan, leaning your back against the wooden chair. “Missing your sweetheart huh?” The owner of the bar, Jaehyuk, asked you across the table. “Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, not in the mood to joke around. “Oh come on, we all know how whipped you are for our Changmin.” It was true though, you like Changmin a lot. You just got the chance to meet him last year and it felt like you’ve liked him for years. You wanted him by yourself but the nightmare of him rejecting you haunted you a lot. You are afraid that your confession might make the friendship worsen. However, little that you didn’t know, Changmin feels the same way too. That’s the reason why your friends are frustrated because none of you are willing to take the first move.

“Just shut up,” you threw the snack towards Jaehyuk, who apparently saw it coming and dodged. The others laughed, having fun teasing you when it’s about Changmin. You decided to ignore their childish behaviours and paid more attention on your phone, reading all the comments for Changmin’s team and mostly him. ‘Changmin is so handsome,’ ‘Oppa be mine’, ‘Changmin I love you!!!’ all of these comments seemed to be very common for you to read. When you were just about to scroll down to read more, someone called you and it turned out to be no other than the latter. You excused yourself and headed to the toilet, the only safest place in the bar. “Hello?” “Y/N~ What are you doing now?” “Nothing much, just waiting for the showcase to be aired. How about you?” You kicked imaginary stones on the air, walking front and to the back while talking with him over the phone. “I’m nervous, I don’t think I can do well. Maybe a free cake would be a great choice to cheer me up?” You giggled over the line, “How am I going to give you that? I’m not even allowed to enter the building.” A smile escaped from his lips, “It’s okay, your voice is enough. Thank you.” You hummed in response as silence suddenly creeped into the conversation. “Make sure to watch the showcase, hm? I’ll go to the bar after I finish, wait for me.”

The smile on your face can’t seem to find its way to escape as your eyes fixed on the huge screen that displayed the showcase of the team. However, it didn’t last that long when you have to wait for another hour to see Changmin’s face. Some of your friends already got drunk after drinking the combination of soju and wine, some even dozed off on the sofa. “I’m sorry that I’m late, we had a short meeting with the CEO after the showcase.” Your ears perked and your eyes lit up once you heard your favourite voice, turning around to face the young man entering the bar and took a seat next to you. “You should’ve come earlier, Y/N refused to drink with us because you’re not around.” Jaehyuk groaned and glared at Changmin, “You are so lucky that someone actually waited for you.” He laughed a bit and turned to face you, “Is it true?” Pinkish blushes appeared on your cheeks as you quietly nodded, leading the latter to caress the top of your head softly while whispering just for you to hear, “Thank you.” “S-Stop looking at me, I probably look like a tomato now.” You tried to avoid his glances, trying to busy yourself with pouring the alcoholic drink into your cup. Seeing you flustered next to him is one of his favourite sights, chortled as he turned to focus on his other friends.

“Why didn’t you drink? You’re the only one that’s sober now,” You puffed your lower lips and about to offer another drink for Changmin, but he was quick enough to hold your wrists and stopped you. “I can’t drink a lot, I have schedules tomorrow.” “Humph,” you looked away, sulked that he wasn’t accompanying you to drink together. “Come on, I will drink with you another time.” He held your shoulders and turned you to lock his eyes with yours. “Y/N,” he called you out but the drunk state of yours can’t hear him properly. He sighed and called you again, “Y/N.” “Yes?” You lazily opened your heavy lids, trying to look into his eyes. He took a deep breath, still debating if he should do it or not. You lost your patience as your hands went to cup his cheeks, puffing his lips out like a duck, “What is it? Do you have something to share with me?” “Well actually I..” he held your hands into his grips, pulling down to his thighs while not breaking any eye contact. “I..” “What is it?” “I.. I c-can’t say it here,” his cheeks now were red due to the embarrassment that he was going to face soon.

“Why? Is it because it’s in public? Do you want to talk privately?” You shot him questions, afraid that he might actually have some serious topic to talk about with you. “We can go to the toilet and talk there,” you stood up and about to drag him along with you to the restroom. However, his reflexes got him and quickly stopped you by grabbing your wrist and pulled you back to the chair. “N-No..” He shook his head and mumbled under his breath, “I m-might lose self control if I’m alone there with you.” “You what?! Stop mumbling around and straight to the point,” you groaned, the way he was stuttering and speaking so quietly annoyed the shit out of you. He looked at you with a surprised expression, shocked that you suddenly raised your voice on him. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, “Say what you want to say while I’m trying my best to be sober.” He stayed quiet for a while, the drunk you were really frightening him. He mustered up all his courage, “Okay, I might say this once so feel free to forget it if you found it uncomfortable.” You nodded and paid your full attention to the latter, “Go on, Ji Changmin. I’m waiting.”

“Well actually I.. I think I.. Y-You know.. The l word..” He fumbled his fingers, eyes dropped down to his thighs as he was not daring enough to look into your eyes. “What l word?” You asked him and earned nothing but silence from the latter. “Come on, it’s only the two of us that are still up. All of them passed out, what’s holding you from saying it?” Again, silence replied to you. “Ji Changmin, I told you I didn’t have enough time to play with your sh-” “I love you okay?” He confessed in his most bravest voice, almost loud enough to wake the rest. “I love you. It’s crazy how I can’t stop thinking about you ever since you helped me during my darkest time. The questions that related to you keep on repeating in my mind. ‘Have she eaten yet?’ ‘Will she wait for me again today?’ ‘If I confess now, will she accept me?’ ‘What is she doing now?’ All of these are taking turns running in my mind.” Changmin added, “The sight of you smiling at your male customer annoyed me but I can’t complain because that’s a basic manner in your workplace and besides, you’re not mine to begin with. I’m just- I just can’t stop thinking about you and it drove me crazy. Even while the stylists help me with my tie, I’m imagining you are the one that does it for me.”

“I-” His sentence got cut off as soon as he felt your plump lips against his. You were closing your eyes, braving yourself to lean for a peck. You moved to the back after a while, biting your lower lips as you dared yourself to look him in the eyes. “Y.. You speak too much. It’s hurting my mind.” He noticed the sudden red blushes on your cheeks as he was sure that it wasn’t because you were drunk, instead it was because you were equally flustered as he did. He leaned in to place a soft peck back on yours and rested his forehead on yours, “I love you.” His soft voice was enough to drive you crazy and bring him to places, but you restrained yourself from doing so and caressed his cheek. “I.. I love you too.” The way he beamed was so beautiful, as he held your hand that was on his cheek and planted a peck on the back of your hand. “I wanted to say ‘I love you’ for the first time without stuttering, but that failed. Guess I’m a failure when it comes to you.”

“Oh please, I might do worse than you if I was the one that confessed first,” you snorted and leaned your side against the chair, not wanting to look away from the beautiful eyes of his. “So what are we now? Are we still friends?” You asked him as he playfully shrugged his shoulders off, playing dumb, “I don’t know, are you up for friends with benefits?” You laughed it off and hit him on the chest, “Stop playing around, Changmin.” The corner of his lips raised to form a quick grin and caressed your hand, “Uh uh, I think you might have to change the way you called me.” You raised an eyebrow out of curiosity as he added, “You have to call me ‘my boyfriend’ starting from now on.” His finger reached to bop your nose and you tried to bite his finger off like a cat, “Cutie.” He said and ruffled your hair, “Wanna know something?” “What is it?” You asked while your head rested on the chair as Changmin caressed your hand with his thumb in circles, “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together, guess Jaehyuk gonna get all the money.” You giggled over the ridiculous sentence and fixed your eyes on your hand inside his grip, “You must be kidding.” “I’m saying the truth though! Jaehyuk accidentally spilled the bean to me and it seems like they can’t wait any longer for the result, so I braved myself to take the first step.” “No, even if they didn’t start the bet, I somehow will make a time to confess to you.” His hand laid on your right cheek as you leaned against his touch, “Because I’m starting to love you more than I could imagine.”

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writemywaytoyourheart · 5 years

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He sees your self-harm scars | Seokjin

Requested: kind of,,, @tangledsparkles gave me the idea, so thanks love, ILY ❤️

a/n: I... love....Kim Seokjin... D@MMIT!!! This is one of my favorites I've done, honestly, pls I love him so much. Enjoy it cuties!! -chip

pairing: Seokjin x reader

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: nothing too bad honestly; self harm scars but no details on how or why.

Trigger Warning- if you're easily triggered by this topic, pls don't read

“Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Jeon Jungkook! BTS!”

The chants of all the ARMY in the crowd makes goosebumps go up and down your arms as you hurry your way down the hall to the dressing rooms. You mumble along to it as they scream the name of each member, a smile breaking out on your face at the name of your boyfriend; Kim Seokjin. You always loved the fan chant, whether it’s live or on a screen it always seems to send chills down your spine. You make it to the dressing rooms and greet the stylists that are prepping for when the boys need to come and change for the next song. They smile and bow to you as they keep hurrying around the room and setting up make-up and costumes. You look to the corner and see the TV set that has the boys performing live on it. You smile and watch until a staff member comes to take you to where you’ll watch the concert and greet the boys afterwards.

You’re sitting in a room on a couch that’s actually quite comfortable, there is a TV screen on the wall in front of you and your foot is tapping to the beat of one of your favorite BTS songs; Fake Love. Humming along and smiling you coo when the camera man zooms in on your man when it’s his solo and he’s dancing and singing his sweet heart out- not to mention looking really freaking hot while he does it. You clear your throat and push your hair back. It’s suddenly really hot in here….You look down and realize that you still have your big jacket on; it was snowing outside when you came in and you forgot you hadn’t taken it off yet. You pull it off quickly and sigh at the cool air hitting your skin. The next song is Jin’s Epiphany and you sit closer to the screen when he starts playing the piano; falling in love with him all over again. His beautiful voice makes your breath catch in your throat and you stare at him in awe, he really is a Disney prince come to life, isn’t he?

A few hours later and the concert ends, you clap along with the rest of the ARMY in the crowd and stand up from the couch, smiling ear to ear at the boys bowing on the screen. Another few minutes and a staff member finally comes to tell you that the boys are coming and you should hide in the dressing room to surprise your boyfriend. You brighten at the idea and quickly follow him into the dressing room again, you see a rack of clothes with Jin’s name on them and deem it the perfect hiding spot. You walk over and hide yourself in the clothes, giving the staff member a thumbs up and then disappearing completely. He laughs and goes to see where the boys are.

After another minute the door opens and you hear the boys walk in, except you can’t tell who all came in and in what order, so you wait to jump out; you peek through the clothes and see Jimin talking animatedly to Jungkook and they both laugh, then Jungkook looks in your direction and chokes, his eyes widening when he see you peeking out. You put a finger to your lips and he nods subtly, pretending like nothing happened. Then Jin is suddenly there, his back to the clothing rack, how can you tell it’s him when they are all wearing the same thing? You’d know those wide world shoulders anywhere. You jump out suddenly and wrap your arms around Jin’s waist causing him to jump and scream.

“WAHH!” Jin flips around to defend himself but when he sees it’s only you his face relaxes visibly and he pulls you into a hug, “ah princess, you almost gave me a heart attack!” Jungkook is laughing his head off on the other side of the room, “careful y/n, Jin-hyung is too old to play scare tricks on.” You laugh when Jin raises his hand and mumbles at Jungkook, “you, you little brat. Get out of here.” Jungkook laughs then leaves with the others to give you two a moment. Jin pulls you close and kisses you softly sighing against your mouth, “I missed you darling.” You hug him tighter and sigh, “I missed you too baby.” Jin smiles at you adoringly and brushes your hair out of your face. You smile sleepily and he takes your hands to give you little kisses all over them. That’s when you realize you left your coat in the other room and you’re wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Jin doesn’t let you pull away when you start to try and take your hands away from him; he just pulls you closer and kisses your fingers, going down to your palms and then your wrists that are covered with scars from your dark past.

“Jin…”

“Mm?” He opens his eyes and smiles sweetly at you, “you’re beautiful y/n, you know that? Even prettier than me.” He winks at you and you laugh nervously, still trying to pull your hands back. Suddenly JIn takes your chin and makes you look at him, “y/n? I already know about them. Please don’t hide from me.” You freeze and he continues softly, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, since you haven’t brought it up yet. But, I thought I’d let you know I love you and everything that comes with you.” Your eyes burn from the tears threatening to spill.

“But they’re ugly…”

“Can I tell you something?”

“What is it?” You sniffle and wipe your nose with the back of your hand when he lets your hands go to bring his hands to your cheeks.

“What’s my favorite thing to call you?”

“Huh?”

“You know what it is, what is it?”

You blink in confusion and then mutter, “uh, princess?” He nods and kisses your nose, “wanna know why I started to call you that?” You smile and look at him, “because you’re a prince?” He laughs and shakes his head then he pulls you into his chest, “because all the strongest princesses have battle scars.” The sob that escapes your throat is unattractive to say the least, but Jin just coos and shushes you, “it’s okay to cry princess, I love you…Don’t ever be ashamed of the battles you fought. You’re alive and you’re with me now. Thank you, thank you for fighting.”

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a/n 2.0: if you don't love this man....unfollow me pls....he doesn't get the recognition he deserves. and I won't stand for anyone leaving a member out. Ok...I'm done...thanks for reading!! Jin stans: YOUR TIME HAS COME, RISE NOW. -chip

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miyabis-a · 4 years

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Wanted Connections pt. 1

Here it is !! A massive wanted connections list with at least one wishlist item for nearly every muse on my blog. Please like this post if something catches your eye and I will send you a DM to plot !! Because of the length, I highly recommend opening this post in a new tab instead of on the dashboard.

A-I

Abby Anderson: Abby is a canon muse from The Last of Us 2 and I would love some in-verse connections for her, especially ex-Firefly and WLF soldier muses.

Adam Xu: Rich friends for him to invite to his purge parties- especially if they’re non-Americans. OR. A working/lower middle class girl for Adam to romance and then invite to a purge party as the unknowing sacrifice of the night. Maybe he decides to let her go, maybe she escapes? There are options. Choose your own adventure.

Alex Feng: Grand-nieces or nephews that don’t know Alex is their relative

Anna Song: Other sorority sisters... OR a soft girlfriend who gets cught in the time loop with her and is trying to help her solve the murder so she can escape.

Nam Ara: Anything related to her mediumship! Other mediums, ghosts, demons, there are possibilites.

Nam Arin: Her husband pls and thanks. Someone who thinks it’s weird that she’s funding her siblings’ ghost adventures.

Bailey Kim: I really want a stylist plot for him- the person that helps him get pretty for all of the Hunger Games adjacent events. Someone in the Capitol that Bailey trusts and knows he can count on.

Cassie Drake: Someone who gets inadvertently caught up in one of her wild treasure hunts. Maybe they fall in love, that could be sexy.

Choi Yumi: A second Death Note owner. Could be someone her age, could be someone older who doesn’t think she deserves that kind of power.

Clara Morgan-Kim: Clara was raised in a homophobic household and is just now starting to really experience and understand her own sexuality. Pls give her a pretty girl to catch feelings for.

Cory Nam: At this point Cory hasn’t quite figured out that he’s gay yet, even though his friends all ‘know’. Give him a girl that has a crush on him, and that he tries to date but just... isn’t into. All the high school drama, pls.

Dina Kasman: Dina is also a canon muse from The Last of Us 2. Other Jackson residents or other Jewish survivors would be amazing!

Donovan Im: A regular patron at Donovan’s club who is as big a source of mystery and intrigue as Donovan is. Also, potentially, someone he is sleeping with. OR. Donovan is also an information broker. People in high-ranking positions that he can use as informants and sell information.

Oh Harri: A classmate or neighbor who sees Harri practicing his shapeshifting and holds the secret over his head as a threat.

Oh Hazel: Hazel was sold as a baby to a ‘pharmaceuticals’ company who performed genetic experiments on Hazel to the point where their DNA is unstable. Long-lost relatives who finally hunt Hazel down would be amazing.

Heo Sora: Glucose Guardian plot please.

Sin Hyochan: Hyochan is an under the table crime scene cleaner... but for criminals. People with drug or mafia connections, or other miscellanious murders who require his services.

Isaac Song: Again, Isaac is a muse based on The Last of Us. Other survivors, hunters, soldiers, etc. would be great.

#🍯 ⤻ out of character … ꒰ wishlist ꒱

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minyoongisjiminie · 5 years

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“thanks for always believing in me” (knj+ksj)

ship: namjoon x seokjin (namjin)

genre: fluff

pov: namjoon

synopsis: namjoon was the leader of the biggest band in the world. and even though he handles every little obstacle with brilliance, he still somehow manages to feel a little insecure now and then. thankfully his older hyung is always there to cheer him up.

disclaimer: not that romantic, but I tried lol

a/n: ahhh I missed writing so much.. this idea just plopped up in my mind, since I think both of them had this conversation before. I really live for their relationship and this needed to be done :) this is also the first time that I’m writing in someone’s pov so pls give me feedback if you like it!

word count: 1.2k

My stomach started to flip over once again. As always when it’s time for the concert. I breathe in and out, and share a brief moment with Yoongi hyung who was staring at me out of nowhere. I was quite fascinated that he was so good at hiding any kind of stage fright. Even though my deepest wish was to hide it too, I am pretty sure I couldn’t. My facial expression always ruines it for me.

“Okay guys, 90 more seconds!”

The staff member shouts, and quickly runs away with his clipboard. Our stylists stare at us, making sure we look good enough to perform while we share ourselves to the world once again.

Time stood still for a moment.

I could hear the soft nervous sighs coming from the boys and I knew that it was my turn to cheer them up.

I coughed slightly and with a little hand wave I made sure that they were coming to me.

“Okay, guys. We can do this, right? Let’s show our fans how much we appreciate them and give them the show they deserve. Alright?” I shout, trying to make a point so they could hear me while our beloved fans started to scream our names in the famous order.

Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook

BTS..

“We are who?!”

“Bangtan!”

They reply, while the biggest smiles form on each of their lips. All of us lay our hands on each other, ready to wish us luck for the performance, with our well known victory cry.

“Bang-Bang Tan!”

“The concert was amazing... they were so full of energy today, weren’t they?” I hear Jimin’s light voice from afar.

While all of the boys were quick to get back on their knees to go to the “artist area” where we could take a shower and a little rest before heading out, I was more of a person that waited till they were all leaving, and I could just take some time for myself. Being alone and just breathing in the empty but still hot arena air, that was filling the downstairs backstage area. Now the anxiety was finally reducing consistently.

I was so sure that nobody was here with me, sharing this intimate moment except for a middle aged man from our team, that was sweeping the floor and grabbing some trash that was still lying around.

But I was wrong.

While I watched the man finishing of his work, I saw Jin hyung behind him waving at me.

“Are you okay?” He said while holding some gummy bears in his other hand. His eyes looked tired but he seemed happy and pleasant, maybe the reason was todays concert? He definitely should be proud, he was amazing.

“Yeah. Of course, hyung. It’s just some “namjoon thing” that I’m processing right now haha.” I reply, hoping he would understand that I was not in the mood to actually say the truth, even though it was partly right. I was indeed “namjooning” in a way. But not in an overall exciting way.

“What’s wrong, huh?” He asked softly while offering me some of his gummies. I took a red one from his pale hand and put it simply in my mouth.

What’s wrong..

That’s a pretty good question to be honest. Even after all these years, finally gaining the success we were working on so hard, I couldn’t stop feeling a bit depressed these couple of weeks.

I saw all of these smiling faces in the crowd and people who were putting their hand on their heart, thankful eyes glistening full of happiness. And all I could think of was the pure euphoria I was probably handing these people with my music.

We were all one.

People that lost themselves completely in society and forgetting their own demons, that were breeding in their heads, for just a little amount of time. Even if it’s just three hours. And that made me feel responsible. I always wanted them to feel this way. However that’s not in my hand. And that sucks.

“I don’t know.”

From all the members, I think Jin hyung is the one that gets me the most. In times like this all the other boys would’ve handled the situation differently.

Hoseok most definitely would’ve try to make me smile with stupid jokes and silly little dances. Jimin would just suffocate me with tight hugs. Taehyung would just look at me both worried and confused. Jungkook would be scared to even approach me, most probably frightened that I would react wrongly. Yoongi hyung wouldn’t even realise that something was wrong with me. But Jin hyung..

Hyung is just there. And makes me feel a little less lonely.

He just sits right by my side and lets me be. Offering me gummies or other preferable snacks once a few minutes and then talking about things that would eventually distract me.

He’s the one. The one to talk to, if something aches a bit differently.

“Hyung?”

“Hm?”

I took a quick glance at him from the side, his eyes were still glued to a lonesome makeup bag from the stylists that was sitting on the floor.

“I’m scared.”

“I know.”

He gave me his last three gummy bears, and stood up.

“And that is completely fine, Namjoon-ah.”

I squeezed the bears with my fingers, abusing them as my little stress reliever.

“I guess if you wouldn’t worry about some certain things, I would actually worry more about your well being. Because worrying about us, this way, makes you the best leader to ever exist.”

He says honestly, while proudly putting his one hand on his chest and raising the other one.

I needed to smirk a bit. The gesture was too cute.

“You should find a good balance of worrying. It can motivate you, but it can also destroy you.”

I nod while I listen to his maturely choosen words. He just understands. I guess. And he realises how I feel. That’s quite refreshing.

“The energy you have to get us through all these concerts and events... I really don’t... I don’t posess that. You should be proud of yourself, huh?” He continued.

I rubbed my eye and quickly put the gummies in my mouth. He just looked at me, most probably waiting for any reaction. I stood up and grabbed the water bottle that I used a few hours ago. “Thank you hyung. Really.”

He patted my shoulder and pushed me to the exit. “The other guys are waiting for some time.. they are so impatient.. but they are completely starved out... and to be honest... same.” His eye smile made me smirk automatically too.

“Let’s eat some meat...” I say and try to get a hold on his hand, but he was trying to tease me and played around with them, repeatedly throwing them up and in different directions. What a crackhead.

I get annoyed and just walk on, until he jumps on me and says “sorry” several times.

“To be honest you owe me a bottle of soju now.”

He giggles. “You can get as many of bottles as you want, but just when you say that you love me.”

“Ah, you know I do. And you know how bad I am with expressing it.” I reply while pouting.

“Then no soju for Namjoon.”

I quickly grab him by his neck and kiss him on the cheek aggressively, before running away, leaving him confused.

“That’s enough for me, leader-nim!!!” I hear him scream, while I run the last metres to the artist area and feel completely relieved to the core.

He’s the one.

#bts fanfic #namjin fanfic #btswriterscollective #networkbangtan #armiesnet #namjin #namjin fluff #namjoon fanfic #seokjin fanfic #bts fluff #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #rm bts #jin bts #knj #ksj

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irwinkitten · 5 years

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Our little princess and yn reacting to ash new hair color idk like princess wanting to dye hers too or something

will you all forgive me now that i’m posting fluff

i’ve lost count of how many time’s i’ve had to apologise.

pls enjoy all of this fluff of ash n princess

masterlist is linked in the source

this is part twenty

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The next few weeks were tough for all three of you.

Ashton, despite how own pain shining through when he crawled into bed with you, holding you so tight as he let you see a side that almost no one ever saw, he did so much to help you.

The first few days, the boys took it in turns with Shay to have your little girl just to give you a bit of a chance to pull yourself together.

You were struggling with the loss and it felt like a kick to the gut every time your hand would rest on your stomach and your heart dropped.

After the first few days, you tried to get back into a routine for the sake of your little girl.

As the days turned into weeks, you knew she was struggling to understand why her mommy cried so often. Both you and Ashton had tried to explain it in a way that she could understand.

When you had told her that the baby had gone on the plane the the angels, she understood that the baby was with your mom and the angels. And the simple outlook that she seemed to have, helped.

“Baby is safe with nana. Nana will make sure the baby is okay.” That night, you lay in Ashton’s arms and as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, you let out a small sigh.

“I love you Ash.”

“I love you too. What’s brought this on?” He hummed softly and you found your eyes searching his face, a small smile on the corner of your lips.

“I don’t think I’ve told you it lately. And I do. I love you. I---I know this has been difficult for us, but I promise I’ll try.” You whispered softly and his arms tightened around you.

“We’re all trying, love. Just because it feels like you’re falling behind doesn’t mean you are. You still good for Cal to stick with you for the day whilst I take our princess out for the day?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a nice chilled day.”

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Ashton had pressed a soft kiss to your lips the next morning, his lips curving up as your body curled closer to him.

“Morning love.” His voice was soft and raspy. You smiled in return, soft and sleepy. His heart melted a little bit.

“Morning handsome. What are you two planning for today then?” His hands tightened around your waist.

“It’s gonna be a trip to the stylist for me. Get it trimmed and maybe try something new. What do you think?” You smiled, lifting your hand to run your fingers through his hair.

“Just no buzzcut.” The laughter didn’t feel forced and you felt like you were breathing a bit better. A good day, then.

“Of course, love. C’mon, get that cute ass out of bed. Cal will be around soon enough. I think he might be bringing Duke.” That had you out of the bed, making Ashton laugh, the noise ringing round the room and you could feel the change.

It would get better, you decided.

Cal turned up whilst Ashton and your little girl were getting ready for the day, so when you greeted him with a small smile, you could see the relief in his eyes as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I’ve brought Duke with me, is that okay?” You felt somewhat relieved he didn’t ask how you were. Despite it being a good day, you knew if you looked, the sadness was still an ache in your heart at that point.

“Both you and Duke are always welcome in this home. Plus it was Ashton’s to begin with. Hi buddy.” You crouched down to greet him, chuckling as he smothered your face in slobbery kisses.

“You’ve lost your dog for the day. C’mon Duke.” You scooped the pup up, earning a playful whine from Calum.

“Uncle Cal!” Footsteps thundered down the stairs and Calum spun to catch your daughter as she launched herself at him, giggling as he swung her up onto his hip. You raised an eyebrow.

“The fact she’s eight and you’re still doing that.” You commented and Calum shrugged.

“She’s my favourite cuddlebug who is gonna stay this size forever so I can still give her piggybacks.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You comin’ with me n daddy, Uncle Cal?”

“Not today, I’m gonna hang with your mom and we’re going to have a movie day. But, maybe when you get home, you and me can take Duke out for a walk. How’s about it?”

“Yes!” You found yourself smiling at the sight.

That was the sight that Ashton came down to. Your daughter beaming at Cal, and you had a gentle smile that spoke volumes to him. And as he reached you, pressing a kiss to your lips, he ruffled Duke’s fur before turning to your daughter.

“C’mon then Princess. You and me are going to have the best day ever.”

She wriggled free from Calum’s grip, throwing her arms around his waist before she lunged forward, grabbing ahold of Ashton’s hand and pulling him towards the door.

“Love you both!” You yelled as the door shut, laughter from Ashton reaching your ears before you turned to Calum who had a wide grin.

“There’s the girl we know and love. C’mon. I want my movie time and maybe some snuggles with my dog.”

“Not a chance Hood, Duke is mine now.”

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By the time that Ashton was in the salon with his princess, her eyes were wide in excitement.

“Are you changing your hair daddy?”

“Maybe. Do you want to help pick out a new colour for me?” She nodded her head vigorously as they were greeted.

“Hey guys, so you must be Ashton right? I’m Audra.” He grinned and shook the offered hand. “And this angel must be yours?”

“I’m his princess.” She stated proudly and Ashton chuckled.

“She’s a little monster is what she is.” He grinned at the pout she wore in return before they discussed styles. Eventually they settled on just trimming the ends like he’d first wanted.

Then it came to the colours.

“What do you think would suit your dad the best then?” Audra asked her a she flicked through the colours.

Ashton grinned when he saw the colour that she’d settled on.

“Red. Daddy would look good with red. Plus I know mommy loves seeing him in red.” This made the both of them laugh as she headed to prep the colour and she set herself on Ashton’s lap for a bit.

“You doing okay there, princess?

“Can I have matching hair daddy?” This question caught him off guard as he briefly wondered what your reaction would be.

“How about we ask Audra to do the ends of your hair, that way your mom won’t be too upset and if needs be, it can be cut off and your hair can grow again.” She nodded her head at that and soon she was being prepped to have the ends of her hair done.

“Right, time for a before photo. Do you want to do it together?” Audra asked and Ashton glanced over just as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, she can just sit on my lap.”

Once the photo was taken, she began the process of adding the colour to his hair. She sat in the next chair, watching curiously until it was all in his hair, setting. That was when it was her turn and she positively beamed at Ashton.

“We’re gonna match daddy.” This made both adults chuckle as Audra began to put the colour on the ends of her hair.

Once both of them had their hair washed and dried, she couldn’t stop running her hands through it, making Ashton giggle as he pulled her onto his lap.

“You like it, princess?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes were still taking it in as he tugged the ends of her hair.

“And what about yours, do you like it?” At this, she beamed at him and his heart melted.

“I love it! Thank you so much!” Her face turned to Audra who beamed at her in return.

“You’re very welcome sweetheart. Can I take an after photo of you and your daddy?” She nodded her head with the biggest grin.

Instead of turning around, she let her forehead rest against his, a smile on both of their lips. Ashton felt his heart lift up at how much of a precious gift his little girl was.

“And done. That’s you both all sorted and ready to go!”

Ashton chuckled as he planted a kiss on her cheek as she scrambled off his lap and looked at her new style in the mirror. He left her in that spot as he went to pay before coming up behind her, placing a kiss to the top of her head.

“C’mon then princess, we’re gonna get some food and go back to your mom and Uncle Cal.

By the time they’d returned, the food had long since been eaten and your little girl was bursting with excitement to show off the new hair colour.

“Ready to show off our new looks, princess?” She nodded her head as they got out of the car.

Duke greeted them first, his small body colliding with her legs, making her giggle as she fussed him before heading towards the living room. Ashton followed after and watched as you looked away from the film and your jaw dropped.

“You two match now.” You finally got out and she beamed at you.

“Please tell me that there’s at least one cute photo of you two with matching hair?” Cal commented from his spot and Ashton laughed as he sat next to you, your body relaxing against him as your daughter claimed her spot on Calum’s lap.

“Yeah, the hairdresser is going to post up the photos in a couple of days. So we’re not posting anything yet.” He smirked and you found yourself chuckling.

“If she starts wearing leather jackets and ripping her shirts, you are in so much trouble mister.” You warned him with a playful smile. His answering smile made your chest ache as it hit you how bad you’d been.

“Can’t help that she wants to be just like her dad. Although the leather jackets are more Luke than me. The hair I’ll take credit for.” You rolled your eyes before kissing his cheek, your fingers running through it.

“I love it.”

“Good, because I can’t really change it now, unless I had a buzzcut and you nipped that idea in the bud almost immediately.” Calum snorted at that.

“If these two didn’t get you first for shaving your hair, I’m almost certain the entire fanbase would. The colour suits you, and as for you little miss, you look adorable, matching with your dad.” He squeezed her sides and she giggled.

“Red is mommy’s favourite colour. She’s gotta love our hair with this colour now.”

“I love it even more.” You commented from your spot and she grinned at you.

“Good, love you mommy.” Your heart melted as the four of you settled to watch the next movie.

It was a start.

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uruhabuns · 6 years

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Sensuous (part 5 - Zuho)

A/N: THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE ZUHOES OUT THERE~ Just so y’all know, writing this chapter made me lose it a few times bc daddy zuho is one of my kinks so afjdksjslfk IT’S ALSO LONGER THAN I PLANNED IT TO BE ORZ anyway, please give it a like or reblog if you’ve read!! I find that the members after youngbin aren’t getting as much attention ;____; and as always, ENJOY >:))

Word count: 4472

Pairing: girl reader x zuho

Warnings: MAJOR DADDY!ZUHO, swearing, hair-pulling, scratching (yes pls)

Prologue / Part 1 (Youngbin) / Part 2 (Inseong) / Part 3 (Jaeyoon) / Part 4 (Dawon) / Part 5 (Zuho) / Part 6 (Rowoon) / Part 7 (Taeyang) / Part 8 (Hwiyoung) / Epilogue

[ jiyoon ] : omg this is so intriguing…

[ _____ ] : And I thought I was nasty smh

[ jiyoon ] : EXACTLY

[ jiyoon ] : You are nasty

[ jiyoon ] : You can guess what the boys’ kinks are

[ _____ ] : I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY I HATE YOU BUT I DO

[ jiyoon ] : YOU LOVE ME~

[ jiyoon ] : Anyways…NEXT!!

[ _____ ] : Ugggghhh…

[ _____ ] : Okay so for Juho…his ones are pretty easy HAHA

[ jiyoon ] : I am intrigued

Juho swallowed a gulp. He always saw you as cute with a bright and sassy personality, so it surprised him to see you discussing such scandalous things with your friend. Even so, Juho knew that you were a young adult, so of course it would be normal for you to talk about these sorts of topics every now and then.

[ _____ ] : First thing’s first

[ _____ ] : Even though he’s really soft

[ _____ ] : EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM SCREAMS DADDY!!!!!!!!!

[ jiyoon ] : AAAAAAAH

[ _____ ] : HE HAS THE ULTIMATE DADDY KINK IN THE GROUP!!!!

“Oh god, why?” the male in question whined, resulting in an eruption of laughter from the rest of the boys.

“SHE GOT HIM!!” Taeyang yelled upon seeing Juho’s inability to respond to their teasing. “He likes being called daddy!!”

Juho only jabbed his elbow to Taeyang’s arm. “Why are you such a creep? Wait ’til we get to your—“

“Daddy, please punish me~” Jaeyoon teased, imitating your voice. Juho’s cheeks flushed slightly red as he buried his face in his hands.

“It’s because you look at the fans like you wanna seduce them,” Hwiyoung said, rolling his eyes.

“And because of your voice,” Taeyang added and nudged Juho’s side, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Girls love guys with deep voices ‘cause apparently it brings them to their knees.”

Juho’s ears turned a light shade of red at the younger boy’s inference. “W-wait a second, I don’t think she’ll—“

“You seem to know a lot about these kinds of things, Tae,” Rowoon said with a raised eyebrow.

Taeyang only rolled his eyes. “It’s common sense, isn't it? Everyone knows that.”

While the boys were discussing why you would see Juho in such a way, he was having a hard time processing the teasing.

“KEEP READING!!” Dawon exclaimed, “She’ll be finished in ten minutes, maybe!”

[ _____ ] : Not only that, HE’S PROBABLY FREAKY AF

[ _____ ] : I can see him being really into scratching, hair pulling, a bit of choking, and the girl being loud and really submissive

[ jiyoon ] : Oh my goddddd he does sound freaky…I need that in my life

[ _____ ] : STAY AWAY FROM HIM YA NASTY OMG

[ _____ ] : He’s too soft 80% of the time lol…

Juho immediately widened his eyes in shock. “H-hang on—“

“WAIT, WHAT?!” Dawon yelled upon reading the message. “I thought Inseong’s bondage and ice kink was kinky…”

“Juho, you are the freakiest out of all of us, don’t deny it,” Rowoon said with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Hey, we gotta read everything before deciding anything,” Youngbin suggested, “But for now, though…Juho?”

The male in question only continued to rest his chin in his hands, unwilling to face the others.

“…are you really as freaky as she thinks you are?”

_________

The sound of sirens coming from Dawon’s phone pierced through your ears. Your best friend stirred from behind you while you whined and pulled the blanket over your face in attempt to block out the noise. Dawon reached over you to turn off the alarm, before slumping back and pulling you close to him by your waist. He then buried his face in your hair, and sandwiched you between his legs. The movement caused a sharp pain between your legs, adding to the throbbing that was already prevalent, causing a yelp to escape your lips.

What a night. You’ve just slept with another member, and it was your best friend. What happened to have you sleeping with the one of boys every night all of a sudden? Something seemed off.

“Hyukie, you have to get up,” you mumbled sleepily.

“Ugh…I don’t want to.”

“You have schedules…you don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“I’ll only get out if you come with me.”

“To where?”

“The photoshoot, of course.”

You blinked. “What? You’ll be fine. Why would you need me to come?”

“It just makes the day easier,” Dawon answered lazily. “Pleeeeeease?”

You only let out an elongated groan. “But I wanna sleep!”

“You’re always sleeping! Fine. If you don’t wanna come, I won’t shout you lunch,” Dawon compromised as he sat up.

At that moment, you found yourself already missing his warmth and touch. You didn’t feel this way since the night before he officially left to become a trainee. But now you know he won’t leave you again, so it was quite strange for you to feel that way again. Was it because you two had sex for the first time after being so close for so long?

You grabbed Dawon’s shirt, giving in. “Fine, I’ll come. But you owe me for making me wake up this early on my summer break.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“Don’t call me that.”

After getting up, washing up, and changing, you realised you still had those hickeys on your neck left by Youngbin and Inseong as you were applying your makeup. You couldn’t go to an official schedule with them showing, otherwise the managers would get suspicious.

“Shit…” you hissed. You frantically rummaged through your makeup case in search for your concealer. When you found it, you applied it thoroughly on the purple marks before covering the areas with foundation.

“______, you ready?” you heard Dawon say outside his room’s door a few minutes later as you were applying your lip tint.

“Yep, coming!”

You quickly grabbed your bag, and rushed to the front door to see Dawon waiting.

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late,” he said as you got out. The two of you then speed-walked to the elevator, and making your way outside the building to where two black vans were waiting. Dawon dragged you to the one with the open door, and practically shoved you inside.

“Woah, ______-noona is joining us today?” Hwiyoung asked in pleasant surprise as you sat on the seat in front of Juho.

“Yeah, ‘cause Hyuk wouldn’t stop whining,” you replied with a roll to your eyes as Dawon got inside and closed the door.

“I wasn’t whining!” Dawon argued.

“You had to bargain for me to get out of bed!”

“That sure sounds like him,” Taeyang snickered.

Dawon glared back at the younger boy. “At least I don’t flirt to get things my way.”

“At least I don’t lose money by flirting—“

“So what made you bring her here?” Juho asked before an argument could start.

Dawon shrugged. “Can’t I bring my best friend around? Besides, she’s probably bored to death being at home by herself.”

You blew on your fringe. “Yeah, it does get boring. But I don’t wanna distract you guys.”

“If anything, we’re the ones distracting you,” Taeyang replied with a small smirk.

You turned your head around to glare at him. “What do you mean?!”

“We are pretty noisy,” Hwiyoung answered, “And you can’t do your assignments with us around.”

“Mostly Hyuk, though.” Juho added with a slightly smug look on his face.

Dawon turned around to glare at the younger male. “Oi, you take that back!”

The rest of the car trip was filled with their usual bickering and roasting of each other, so you decided to keep yourself occupied with your phone. Little did you know that Juho took glimpses of your neck every now and then, observing the patches of concealer and foundation that seemed to be layered a bit more on your skin. He knew you tried to cover the hickeys left by the members, as he could also see hints of purple around the edges. He didn’t know why, but seeing you try to conceal love bites in order to go out in public turned him on.

When the vans arrived at the photo studio, Dawon stepped out first, holding his hand out to assist you.

“I’m fine, Hyukie,” you said as you were getting out. “I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“I know you’re not, but you can barely walk right now.”

You widened your eyes, glaring at him as if to say ‘don’t fucking say that in front of everyone, or I’ll kill you!!’

Your best friend had noticed, but he only smirked and placed his arm around your shoulder as he walked in with you.

As soon as everyone arrived in the studio, the boys were rushed into the dressing rooms to get their hair, makeup, and outfits done. You awkwardly sat outside in the reception so you wouldn’t distract the stylists or boys, and so you could avoid having hairspray filling your lungs.

While you were on your phone, you heard a pair of footsteps coming towards to you. You looked up to see Juho walking towards you as he was doing up the the middle button on his loose white dress shirt.

You couldn’t help but blink in slight shock. His hair was slicked back, showing his undercut, and allowing you to see his sharp cheekbones, while his ripped black skinny jeans, and loose white dress shirt that was tucked in only at the front emphasised his broad shoulders and toned body. He looked absolutely mouth-watering to the point where you felt your knees shaking even if you were seated. Sure, you had seen them styled like this before, but there was something with Juho today that gave him a dark, alluring aura. The man in question was not oblivious to your reaction, so he smirked quietly.

“J-Juho? What’s up?”

“The photographer needs help setting up the lights and stuff,” Juho replied nonchalantly, “Apparently the assistant is sick today, so I told him maybe you could help since you tagged along.”

“Oh, sure…”

You gulped, feeling your cheeks turn warm as you stood up. You rushed past Juho without looking at him to hide your blush, speed-walking past the change rooms, and onto the set. After greeting the photographer, you put your bag next to the table with the computer for editing. You then immediately got to work on setting up the lights, asking every now and then if the lights were in the correct position or whatnot.

After 20 more minutes of setting up, you finally got everything in position that the photographer was satisfied with.

“Great. Can you see if the group is ready?” he requested.

“Yes, sure.”

I really should get paid for this…you thought tiredly as you walked off the set and to the dressing room. When you reached it, you knocked on the door for it to be opened by Rowoon, fully styled and looking like a god.

“Oh, hey ______!”

You blinked in surprise as your cheeks turned slightly pink. “A-are you guys done? The photographer is waiting.”

Rowoon looked behind him before facing you again. “I think Juho is done, I’ll go and see.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Soon enough, the door opened to reveal Juho. You gulped once more as he walked out, and closed the door behind him.

“Alright, let’s go,” you said shyly before leading the way to the set.

Juho followed closely behind you such that you could smell the hairspray and cologne. You chewed on your lower lip from how seductive he smelt.

No, not now…you’re supposed to remain professional…you thought to yourself.

The two of you made it to the set room, where Juho greeted the photographer and went over and stood at the set, while you stood beside the desk with the computer for editing.

Throughout the whole shoot, you were completely stunned at how attractive Juho really was when he was in idol mode. His intense and sharp gazes at the camera were not like any other member. There was something that just made you want to scream ‘daddy’ out loud to him; something that made you want to drop to your knees and let him do whatever he wanted with you.

You couldn’t help but notice that he shot gazes at you every now and then. Every time, you felt like he undressed one item of clothing from you with his eyes. You chewed onto your lower lip, averting your vision at other places to avoid more eye contact with Juho. What was he trying to do to you?

_______

“Kill me now,” you grumbled to yourself as you collapsed onto the couch.

Since the photoshoot had finished, the boys headed to the dance studio to practice while you went back to the apartment. You were basically the replacement for the photographer’s absent assistant, so you worked the whole time while they were shooting.

While you were lying down on the couch, you couldn’t get the images of Juho’s stares at you out of your mind. Sure, the rest of the members also looked handsome, but their expressions were more soft compared to Juho’s fierce, intense gazes. You remembered how weak your knees felt when he looked at you as if you were his first proper meal after dieting.

“No…he couldn’t be,” you muttered. He doesn’t see you in that way, idiot! You’re just overthinking everything…you mentally yelled at yourself, shaking the thoughts away. You didn’t know if you were seeing things or if you were just horny because you slept with four members already.

After a few more minutes of resting on the couch, you got up to change and take off your makeup. You decided to leave the makeup on your neck to take it off before going to sleep so the hickeys wouldn’t be visible to the boys (as if they didn’t notice them before, anyway).

You had decided to make dinner tonight, since they always had takeout, so you headed out to the kitchen to salvage whatever they had left in the fridge and pantry to make kimchi stew. You also knew how much the boys loved your cooking, so you wanted to surprise them.

After an hour or so of painstakingly preparing all the ingredients, you began to throw them into the pot to cook them first before pouring the hot water in from the kettle. While you were waiting for the whole thing to boil before seasoning it, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Before you could turn around, you felt a pair of toned arms slide around your waist, and pull you in so your back was to his chest.

You gasped at the sudden skinship, so you immediately assumed that it was your best friend. “Hyukie? Are you done with practice already?”

The man behind you chuckled softly, moving his lips to your ear. “He’s not done, but I am.”

You froze immediately.

That voice. That fucking voice. That fucking voice deeper than the Mariner’s Trench. If only it didn’t affect you so much so you wouldn’t want to succumb to whatever he wanted.

You felt his warm breath ghost from your ear, and trailing down to your neck. You found your knees growing weak as you felt his already-hard crotch pressed up against your behind. “J-Juho?”

“Why are you covering the hickeys? Even at home?” he questioned before planting soft kisses beginning from the corner of your jaw, and down to your neck.

Your breath hitched as he found the sensitive spot just below your ear. “I-I didn’t think you would notice…”

“I can see them very clearly, baby girl…”

Your thighs clamped together, that spark of desire inside you igniting once more. It seemed like the guys knew how to turn you on like a light switch with just one word.

Juho continued to bite and suck on that area on your neck, eliciting a whiny moan to come from your lips.

“Juho…please…” you sighed, leaning into him. You then felt him grind his clothed hardened shaft against your ass, causing you to begin to feel a warm wetness coating your lower lips.

“Call me daddy, baby…” he said deeply, sending shivers down your body.

You gulped, sliding your hands across his arms around your waist. “Daddy…”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised softly in your ear.

You bit your lower lip; you never knew Juho treating you this way would turn you on so much. You reached to the stove to turn it off as one of Juho’s hands made its way underneath your shirt, and up your chest to cup one of your breasts. He squeezed his hand on it, massaging it a few times, making you let out a needy mewl. Juho then slid his other hand down your body to palm and massage your core, stimulating your nerves.

“D-daddy, please!” you moaned, grinding your core against his hand. You could feel yourself growing wetter as the tips of his fingers teased your entrance through the thin material of the shorts.

Juho smirked against the skin of your neck. “My little baby girl is so needy…and so wet…”

You whimpered at his degrading words, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to make you cum regardless of method.

“Daddy, p-please,” you begged, grinding your hips more against his hand that was still teasing your entrance and clit.

“Nuh-uh,” he rejected, “You must wait first, then daddy will give you what you want. Can you be patient for me?”

You felt goosebumps form on your neck; it seemed like his voice could make you submit to every command. You only let out a mix of a whine and moan as he continued to torture you slowly. Juho then moved the hand that was groping your breast to slide up your chest and wrap around your neck. His fingers gently squeezed the sides to slightly reduce the airflow, but making sure you could still breathe.

You then felt one finger suddenly slip inside your slick cavern, causing a high-pitched mewl to escape your lips. “D-daddy!”

Juho curled his finger in a come-hither motion before dragging it out slowly. Your knees buckled in, making you almost lose balance, but Juho still managed to hold you up.

“Such a good girl,” he praised in your ear. He then slipped in another finger, and began thrusting them in and out of you to extract more of your wetness that was now dripping down his fingers and to your thighs.

“Please…please…!” you moaned, tightening your grip onto his arms. You could barely stand, but you did everything you could to not completely collapse to bring him down with you. “I c-can’t take it anymore—!”

Without warning, Juho began to massage your sensitive clit with his thumb, causing you to scream as a zap of electricity coursed through your arteries. You could barely breathe while he assaulted your core so skilfully, stimulating you to the maximum so you could feel nothing but raw pleasure. You then felt him give your clit one last hard pinch to finally push you over the edge. You felt your stomach clench as you unleashed throat-burning scream, releasing everything you had onto Juho’s hand like a waterfall. Juho left his hand in that position for another moment before removing it and letting you go. Your knees finally gave way as you collapsed on all fours onto the floor, heavily breathing.

Juho slid his tongue across his fingers to taste what you gave him. “My little girl tastes sweeter than I imagined,” you heard him say, “But I wonder what you actually feel like.”

Before you knew it, Juho lifted you up, causing you to let out a yelp, and pushed your body forward onto the counter with your cheek resting on the cold surface. He pulled out a condom packet from his pocket, ripped it open with his teeth, and threw the packet onto the counter. Your eyes widened when you saw the foil, so you assumed that he wanted to cum inside you.

After slipping the condom on, Juho pulled your shorts and underwear down, letting them fall down your legs, to which you kicked them off and to the side. You then felt him slide the tip of his length up and down your overly wet slit, eliciting a soft moan from your throat.

“Daddy…” you sighed as Juho took your wrists, and held them behind your back.

“Is my baby girl ready for me?” he asked, placing the tip at your slick, dripping entrance.

You nodded, closing your eyes. “Yes, daddy…please…”

At that moment, you felt Juho slide into you from behind, causing you to let out soft, elongated gasp at how well he stretched you out. He then began thrusting immediately without letting you adjust to his size, which you didn’t have to because you were already so wet and turned on. Your moans grew louder as he thrusted harder and faster into you.

“Fuck, baby girl, you feel so good wrapped around me,” Juho groaned. “So tight…so wet…”

You wished you could hold onto something for support, but Juho’s grip on your wrists was too strong for you to move them anywhere. You could only let out moans and whimpers as he continued to slam into you from behind, your slick walls pulsing and swallowing his hard length too easily. Your head began to feel cloudy and slightly dizzy as each thrust Juho gave you felt like a new shot of ecstasy through your veins. Soon enough, your stomach began to tighten as you felt your climax slowly building up.

“J-Juho…” you managed to whimper amongst the moaning.

He slammed into you once more before stopping suddenly. “What did I tell you to call me?”

Your eyes widened. Fuck! “D-daddy…I’m sorr—“

Juho grabbed a fistful of your hair, with one hand, and holding your wrists together with the other. He pulled your head back, eliciting a surprised scream from you. “I was wrong,” he said darkly, “You’re not obedient after all. Should I even let you cum at this point?”

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” you begged desperately, the stinging pain on your scalp making it hard for you to think to form proper sentences. “Please…please let me cum; I won’t do it again, I’m so sorry!”

A smirk curled on Juho’s lips. “I know you won’t do it again,” he said, leaning into your ear. “And I’ll make sure of that.”

Before you could respond, Juho leaned back up and began to thrust hard and fast into you again, making your hips hit the edge of the counter. You screamed the sudden pace he was tearing you up with. Moans, screams, pants, and grunts came from the both of you, while the lewd noises of skin hitting against skin, and sticky sounds of Juho’s cock ramming into you as your essence was leaking out of your hole, and dripping down your thighs filled the kitchen all at once.

In the midst of the thrusting and screaming, you felt your climax building up faster than before. Your stomach muscles began tightening, and your walls were clamping on Juho more regularly. Before you could even have a taste of becoming undone, Juho pulled out of you. Before you could cry out at the loss of pleasure, he flipped you around so you lay on your back. He then entered you once more, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could thrust deeper into you.

“God, you look so beautiful like this,” Juho groaned, loving how you wreathed and moaned beneath him, and how absolutely disheveled you looked. He then leaned down to your neck, and latched his lips onto the spot just behind your ear. You took the opportunity to hold onto Juho’s shoulder blades while he was biting, licking, and sucking at your skin to leave another dark red mark, all while thrusting deeply and quickly into you. Your moans filled his ears, driving him to thrust even harder. His powerful thrusts made you scream and dig your nails into his skin through his shirt, dragging them down his back. Even though his shirt was cushioning the impact of your nails, Juho also groaned as he could still feel the stinging sensation of your nails on his back combined with your walls clamping tightly onto his cock.

Soon enough, your climax began building up again, and you knew this was going to be your biggest one yet.

“D-daddy, I’m about to—“

“Hold on, baby girl, I’m almost there too,” Juho grunted. He then reached one hand down to your swollen, sensitive clit, giving it a hard massage with his thumb as he gave you one more hard thrust. You arched your back as you let out an earth-shattering scream, your climax hitting you like a wrecking ball. Black and white spots filled your vision as you exploded onto Juho’s cock. He held your hips to support himself as he stayed still inside you to spill his load. You felt a warm liquid coat the walls of the condom indicating that the both of you now had finally had your sweet release.

Juho softly collapsed on top of you as the both of you were heavily panting and sweating from what was probably the roughest sex you’ve ever had. You reached behind Juho’s head to lightly stroke his blue hair.

“Holy fuck…” you whispered, still in disbelief that Juho could fuck you so hard.

The man on top of you only laughed lightly. “So…daddy, huh?”

Returning back to your normal self, you flicked the back of his head, causing him to yelp. “Do not fucking speak of this to anyone, or I’ll kick you.”

Juho heaved himself off your body with a grunt before pulling himself out of you. You arched your back lightly as you pressed your lips together to fight back another moan.

“Trust me, I won’t say anything,” he responded in slight amusement as he slid off the condom to throw it in the bin next to the counter. “I’ll never hear the end of it either.”

As Juho was putting his pants back on, you painfully pushed up your torso with your elbows. He then quickly came over to support your back with his hand to help you.

“Easy now, baby,” he said, pulling your upper body slowly towards him so your torso pressed against his. Once you were on your feet, Juho held onto you as he looked at the area where he fucked you. “Hah…looks like we made a bit of a mess here…”

You wrinkled your nose, also looking at the drops of cum that was dripping down the counter. “Ugh…more things I have to clean...”

Juho squeezed your shoulder assuringly. “You go wash up, and I’ll clean this, okay?”

You sighed. “Alright, but you have to help me make dinner for fucking me so hard.”

“I’m cool with that.”

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No One Can Replace You

Idol: Irene (Red Velvet)

Prompt: I wanna request a Red Velvet Irene and female reader fluff scenario pls? It’s your sister’s wedding and you don’t have a date. You recruit your ex-girlfriend, Irene, to be your date. Then, they reconnect and they spark up old feelings. Thanks!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: It gets harder and harder to find gifs for these that I haven’t already used I swear. Maybe I need to space out the requests I do for certain idols to give the gif makers some time to make more gifs? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

This is going to sound super weird. But would you be okay with coming as my date to my sister’s wedding? My entire family is going to be there and they’re always super weird about my love life so I don’t want to give them a chance to start asking questions.

You looked down at the text you’d just sent from your phone and wanted to face-palm. It sounded so awkward to send, but you were kind of desperate and Irene was the only person you knew who could do it. Sure, she was your ex, but the two of you were still friends and the breakup had been because the two of you were too busy and had started drifting apart. You knew she’d probably be fine with it and find the whole situation funny, but it didn’t make you feel any less awkward about it. Your phone buzzed and you immediately looked at her text.

-Lol that is super weird. But I’m up for it. When is it?

Breathing a sigh of relief, you fell back onto the bed and grabbed the invitation to double check the date.

It’s three weeks from now, on the 10th at 1pm. Are you free?

-Yep. Super free that day. So I can come.

Awesome. Thank you so much! Meet at my place at 11pm? I’m a bridesmaid so I have to get there early.

-Will do! See you there!

You put down your phone and stared at the ceiling. This meant you actually had to see her in person, for only the second time since the breakup. Not only that, but she’d be around your crazy family. You groaned and rolled over, not knowing whether to feel excited or terrified. This was going to be interesting.

When the day finally rolled around, you stared into your mirror at your reflection, at the makeup and your nicely done hair and your bridesmaids dress. You didn’t doubt that your mom would probably try to re-do your hair or makeup, but it didn’t hurt to be ready ahead of time. It also had something to do with the fact that you wanted to look good for Irene when she arrived, but no one else had to know that.

There was a knock at the door and you gave one last look over your reflection before heading to the door.

Irene looked as stunning as she always did, hair curled nicely and makeup perfect, eyes twinkling a bit and a smile on her face. For a moment, you lost the ability to breath, giving her a nervous smile and stepping aside to let her inside.

“Thanks for doing this,” you said when you caught your breath back, closing the door behind her. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders, turning to face you.

“Really, it’s no problem. I’m happy to get to see you again.” She hugged you, and you quickly hugged her back, relaxing a bit. She was still the Irene that you knew. And you didn’t want to make tonight weird.

“I’m happy to see you again too. You look great!” She laughed and flipped her hair playfully.

“Thank you! I just graduated so I’ve actually been getting enough sleep.” You smiled and nodded towards your room.

“That’s great! Give me one second to grab my purse and keys and then we can catch up on the way there. My sister will kill me if I’m even a minute late.”

When the two of you were settled in your car, you turned on the engine and pulled out of the neighborhood. This felt so familiar and so foreign at the same time, but you didn’t feel as anxious as you had before.

“So, you graduated?” Irene nodded her head, grinning widely.

“Yeah, finally! It really seemed like an eternity but I made it. I totally understand what you meant about sleeping for a week after you graduated last semester.”

“Being able to sleep like that is honestly the best. And then you get a job and it’s back to the grind.” Both of you laughed, knowing how hard both of your careers could be.

“No kidding. But there’s no homework, so when I get home I can just unwind, you know? The first few weeks were difficult but I’m getting the hang of it.”

“You’re liking the job?”

“Yeah, it’s everything that I thought it would be. And at least it isn’t school.” You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and wondering if you were just imagining the feeling of her watching you. When you looked over, she glanced away, and you smiled a bit to yourself, turning your attention back to the road.

“That’s true. It’s good that you’re enjoying it.”

“How about you? How’s work going for you?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s work. I don’t love being there, but I don’t hate it either. It’s much more laid back than waiting tables or working retail so I’m thankful for that.”

“True,” Irene said, wrinkling her nose. “I never want to wait tables again, that was torture.” You laughed softly as you turned into the parking lot for the wedding venue. When you turned off the car, you looked over at her.

“So, my family can be a little weird and overbearing. Just a warning.” She smiled and put a hand on your arm, and it felt so reminiscent of the past that you stayed still a moment even after she turned to open the car door.

The room where the bride and bridesmaids were getting ready was crowded. You made a bit of a face at the smell of hairspray and turned to look at Irene.

“Sorry to make you sit by yourself, by the way.” She waved her hand, dismissing it.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I know some of your cousins from college, remember? I’ll be fine.” That was right. She did know a few people. That was when it came in handy to have family going to the same school as you.

“(Y/N), is that you?” Your mom called your name, and you turned around, giving her sheepish smile as she came to the door. “What are you doing just standing out there? Come on in, we need to finish your makeup.”

“I already-.” She interrupted you, spotting Irene for the first time.

“Who’s this?” Irene stepped closer, giving your mom a bright smile and waving.

“Mom, this is my date, Irene. Irene, this is my mom.” Your mom smiled back and reached out to shake her hand before turning back to you.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing a date.”

“I RSVP’d with both of us,” you pointed out, and your mother huffed.

“Well, your sister wouldn’t let me look at the guest book so I wouldn’t know.” Like she’d been summoned, your sister appeared, hair half done.

“Mom, stop being dramatic, we didn’t have time. (Y/N), come in and let the makeup artist finish your makeup. All the girls have to be matching.” She then disappeared, called back by the hair stylist, and your mom went after her. Sighing, you turned back to Irene.

“It might be better if you go find my cousins and wait elsewhere. It feels like a disaster waiting to happen in there.” Irene laughed and grabbed your hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Will do. I think that’s one of them coming down the hallway now,” she said. “Good luck, don’t suffocate on hairspray!” You laughed, and then turned to watch her go, struck by how much you still liked her as the makeup artist pulled you into the room.

The wedding took forever. Your feet hurt from the uncomfortable heels, and your face felt heavy, but there was no way you could argue with the makeup artists or your sister, so you’d put up with it. Up on the alter, you’d spotted Irene out in the crowd, and she’d given you a little thumbs up that made you smile, but that was the highlight of the ceremony.

Immediately after you walked out, you made a beeline to the bridesmaids room to change back into the shoes you’d worn there before making your way back through the throngs of people.

There, standing by one of the doors and talking to one of your cousins, was Irene. Quickly, you walked over to her, already dreading the fact that you’d be pulled back to take pictures after your sister was done getting pictures of her and the groom.

When Irene saw you, her face lit up and she looped her arm through yours, grinning.

“You looked so uncomfortable up there,” she teased, and you thanked the makeup artist for layering so much makeup on your face that she wouldn’t be able to see your blush.

“I was uncomfortable. I don’t know who decided on those shoes but they were the worst things I’ve ever worn on my feet.” She laughed, and your cousin leaned forward to give you a quick hug before wandering off, apparently sensing the chemistry and not wanting to be a third wheel. Irene raised her eyebrows as she looked at you.

“You looked amazing though. I think your sister did a good job picking the dresses.” Again, you felt your face heat up, and laughed out of nervousness.

“You think so? I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear that.” The place was extremely crowded, but even over the tons of people talking, you could hear your name being called for pictures. You sighed and looked at Irene hopefully.

“Come with me?”

“For sure.”

Plenty of photos and some awkward conversation with family later, you and Irene sat alone at a table further back from where the newlyweds were sitting, eating their cake. Music was playing, but the floor hadn’t yet been cleared for dancing, and it was the weird in-between where everyone was eating and waiting for couple to move everything forward.

“Sorry you had to endure all that,” you said, looking down at the cake in front of you. Irene shook her head.

“Stop apologizing, I’m happy to be here. It’s been kind of fun, seeing your family. And seeing you again.” There was something in the way she said the last part, but you didn’t want to read too much into what she was saying.

“I’m glad you’re at least enjoying yourself. I would feel really bad if I dragged you here and you had an awful experience.” She laughed and reached over to put her hand on your arm again, but this time, she didn’t move it away.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had an awful experience when I’ve been with you. You always make it enjoyable.” Again, you felt yourself blushing, but she couldn’t see it.

“Well, thank you. Everywhere with you is enjoyable too.”

“Even this wedding?” Her eyebrow was raised playfully and you nodded, smiling.

“Even this wedding. It’s not as awful as I thought it was going to be. Although the shoes were hell.”

“So you keep telling me.” The music changed, and your sister said something that you couldn’t hear, but people had started clearing some of the area for dancing. You sat there watching them, with her hand on your arm, silent for a moment. “Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” You turned to look at her, and she looked a bit nervous for the first time that night.

“Do you think now that both of us are graduated and not as busy as we used to be, we could maybe... start up where we left off again?” You stared at her, mouth a bit open, not believing what you were hearing for a moment. It was what you’d wanted to hear, for probably longer than you wanted to admit, but you hadn’t been expecting it to happen.

“Are you sure we’re ready?” As much as you wanted to say yes, you couldn’t bear the thought of breaking up with her again. She gave you a soft smile, a bit of nervousness still present in her eyes.

“I think so. We’re both adults now, aren’t we? Unless you want to move on.” You shook your head quickly, so quick that a curl fell free from your hair and made her laugh a bit.

“I’ve never moved on. Nobody could replace you. I just. Don’t want to lose you again.”

“I understand. But I’m ready to try if you are.” You looked into her eyes, and new, reaching up to put your hand on top of yours.

“I’m ready.” She grinned, openly relieved.

“Good. Because I never stopped loving you, (Y/N).” You felt almost like crying, and it had nothing to do with the fact that your sister was having her first dance with her partner behind you.

“I never stopped loving you either, Irene.” The dance behind the two of you was coming to a close, and Irene held out her free hand to you.

“Then will you dance with me?” The answer was obvious.

“Of course I will.”

#red velvet #irene #bae irene #bae joohyun #red velvet scenario #red velvet scenarios #irene scenarios #irene scenario #bae irene scenarios #bae joohyun scenarios #kpop scenario #girl group scenarios #girl group scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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#78: Lose Control - Lay

I know this ain’t K-pop but like... let’s be real here... y’all know damn well y’all wanna see this just as bad as I wanna relive it.

Leggo.

⚠️contains spoilers⚠️

Red sea

I never seen a sexier silhouette in my life than Zhang Yixing. God bless

Let’s just take a minute... and appreciate that fine ass undercut... :’) The stylists in charge of this MV production need a raise

Yixing... with an undercut... wearing silk...

Ugh, slay my entire existence dance king

If Lay ever looks at me like that I’m pretty sure I would immediately burst into tears because damn have you ever seen someone so beautiful?

I would say “where do I sign up to be her” but I’d end up running towards Yixing instead of away from him and I’d prolly get fired

brb, crying

I just can’t... not be absolutely, hopelessly in love with him just-

Those dancers man, they just always get me.

I saw hip rolling that was so smooth and lemme just say,

Look! At! Him!

That man is a MEAL

You can not look me in the eyes and say Yixing isn’t drop dead sexy with your whole chest cuz Imma call you a damn liar

Imma need you to do them hip thrust right between my legs pls and thanks

I just had to pause right here... I stop on this scene in particular every single time because OOF... look at that profile... look at that neck... bish

I’m going thru it

Lay knows exactly how to work his sexual charm and that just makes him even sexier, how the fuck-

You can not tell me this isn’t “king sitting on the throne”

SLAY THOSE VOCALS KING!!!! YESSSS!!!!

If he looks at me like that and does that “come hither” thing I will literally give him everything I own

Please look at me like that because I want you to start something. I sincerely hope you do

biiiiiiiiiiitch can you imagine a vampire/werewolf au Yixing?

I would die

I just wanna come home to this and wake up to this every single day

Tell me why his voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard PERIODT

Seriously I could just sit there and listen to his voice for hours and I’d just be like

he can come dive in this puh

!!!!!! :)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)))

Vocals! For! Days!

Why the fuck would SM not give him lines? Bitch do you hear that voice???

i’m ‘bout to kermit

why does he tease me like this :’)

That! Vocal! POWER!!!!!

Bish I’m ‘bout to have all his kids, BET

Something about this scene right here and the way he says “wanna lose control” just snatched my entire scalp bish

I’m dead. Bye

You know...

Yixing has raised my standards in men to a such a high level that I’m gonna be single forever because where the hell am I supposed to find someone who’s even half the man he is?

Thanks for joining me again darlings~ I’ll see you all next time. Lots of love~

#lay #lose control #mv #reaction #cpop

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13x02 watching notes

i'm on a train. choo choo.

expectations: helpfully wrote them out last time for the season as a whole which this ep is introducing all the plot stuff for since last episode advanced the plot a single day of angst, but this episode especially has a few SUPER low bars to pass. Last time out BL failed spectacularly to not kill Eileen. now we have "don't assault mary, over-sexualise the day old guy, or flub introing the new characters, or reintroducing the returning ones"

our train was like 10 minutes late out the station because there was no driver. is this a metaphor.

i also had to eat krispy kreme doughnuts before I could dig into the episode.

oh jeeze Drexel survived season 12... no one really has a fanclub for the random minions, probably because around Simmons we realised there was no point getting attached. and he was in some of the worst scenes of last season just because of the context. which is a shame. also he's a lucifer fan and that's not really a worthwhile position. anyway hope springs eternal that colonel sanders is such a charismatic character he makes the demon scenes worth watching... and Drexel gets to be interesting. And stop saying lines like 'make hell great again' which is so not a good thing to put in his mouth - at least the other demons who were going around saying it it was the white demon who said it and got the stink eye from the other demon.

One of the other demons says "can you even hear yourself" but idk if BL would crit their own writing unlike competent writers whose first port of call is stressing that they are bad writers and mock their corny dialogue

this also raises the semi perpetual question since season 11 that if Crowley's throne room is here why would any of the pretenders to the throne even want it. they seriously need to justify it. We know devil's gates are a pain and not usually open so smuggling minions out to work topside is an issue but there are other workarounds than establishing a campy hell set that's not even in hell, then getting confused about if it's hell or not, and never really explaining why Lucifer would stick around in it except for the fact Crowley is really good at setting up a system and it would be a shame not to use the pre-established set up.

but eh

I really sincerely hope Asmodeus is just here because Crowley's ex-minions are here and will relocate post-haste to his plantation.

He hung up his coat. Drexel survived though. I guess being a named character has its perks. the sun shone in my eyes the entire time so i was quite amused when the train turned a bit and i saw demons dropping with burned out eyes, angel-style. like Dagon being super duper powerful, I guess they're giving him extra powers - because this is just a few steps up from how Sam was exploding demons with his head at one point and he got his powers from a YED... though in 5x10 when Lucifer killed all those demons he also didn't burn the eyes out. it's probs a stylistic choice. in character and out.

Nougat!!! he's so cute. he's sleeping at an angle to be behind Sam in the convo. The camera points at Sam from the dash and at Dean from Sam's POV, and Jack is in his background. methinks this is about Sam.

He's trying to make Dean sleep and calling out how he hasn't had any, which is nice because I was worried about that earlier.

Dean is calling Jack "it" which I think was in some people's pre-season fic, or else if it weren't it was in the one i didn't write :P Blatant convo is blatant but does at least have an actual honest to god lead into the next scene via the mom is dead conversation. Again we get the super zoom close up on sam being sad and questioning dean's thoughts. assert yourself, sammy! i believe in u

(totally on your side too Dean but the sun is too bright to examine your micro expressions and the camera isn't favouring you anywho so you're a rewatch flavour today)

Satan wants to trade Mary for Jack. Well if Dean knew he'd sell Jack for a corn chip anyway (is that Crowley's phrase from the original weird dog episode?) so that's just a great big victory. methinks the choice will fall on Sam or fall on Dean after he's had a chance to bond with Jack some more - that's the other side to the tension about Dean liking jack that i was talking about earlier whensomeone asked me why everyone wants dean to adopt jack.

ideally mary saves herself or it never comes to it but for now i'll assume whatever else happens between here and there, some version of this plan will at least be floated, even if it's random circumstances and not lucifer's hand any more or something

makes sense anyway to tie mary back into the main arc in a way like how she mirrored cas the entire time last season - if her fate and jack's are connected even tenuously it gives her a connect back into the main thing

oh good the woman next to me has finished her dangerously over-full cup of Pimms because I was terrified it would be bye bye laptop

nnnoooo as I type she refilled it

the train is swaying back and forth so much

anyway Mary asks Lucifer why he wants to be a parent and he hints several times in a row that he has hidden depths without actually showing any of them. i don't want him to have a redemption anyway and i really super duper don't want him to have one written entirely by BL

Colonel Sanders continues to try and liven up the story while giving us surface level exposition

I'll be honest, 'write that down' is the first good line... must be whichever of BL is quippy currently writing. I think they just introduced a monster taht lucifer is scared of but I couldn't catch what it was and for some reason another demon is listening in so is he getting ideas? I mean why to what end? also what exactly was the thing that was locked up because it sounded like a cut price Leviathan expo dump but obvs not that because a leviathan would eat Lucifer

i mean i don't think we pay enough attention to the fact that dick roman would just gobble lucifer up and end of story. bring back dick.

*Pimms lady sways dangerously close to my laptop*

I think Sam accused Dean of hallucinating "shit" on the road because it's too noisy to hear him say "sheep". I just assume that is what he actually said in the non-censored version

pls drink your Pimms fast enough to end this danger but not so fast you're sloshed and throw it on my laptop before it's all gone

Cashing in on that new Scooby Doo partnership! Some bank like Halifax is currently using Scooby Doo to sell stuff so I see that dog on telly all the time and the fact they exist in the same fictional universe as Sam and Dean is kiiiilling me. I think we have all been assuming Jack takes us to Scooby World so plonking him in front of the telly to watch some is how it all begins. Dean, like every fan fic between 13x01 and now hates Jack unreservedly for having childlike enthusiasm about the telly because Cas used to do that, while (semi)unaware that Jack is mirroring HIMSELF from 12x11 most closely right now. I think that's an interesting parallel I don't know how much work has gone into but pls poke me to write about Jack's 1 day old child-like wonder compared to sweetie pie no memory Dean if no one else has done it because they're essentially the same character from completely different angles, and we're about to hit Jack mirroring Dean excessively.

Me: don't excessively sexualise the kid

BL: "here read a book" *chucks the Bible at him* *he opens it to the Song of Solomon* We're NOT having this chat right now.

I suppose some people just meta-gasmed all over this. I don't know much about the Bible but I do know that's the sexy bit.

the "I can take the couch" conversation probably put the exact same thought process in Jack's head as mine when my very lanky brother looked at the lil brick hard bed set up in the corner of our hotel while we were stranded in Glasgow, and looked at me, princess and the pea-syndrome sufferer, and nobly offered to take a bed that *my* feet stuck 3 inches over.

No.

Thanks but no.

aw man we're only at Carlisle.

It's the promo scene as well, which mostly just drove home how much Jack is mirroring Dean... We've had basically no character interaction in the missing day, although we can assume it's mostly gone like this... Dean annoyed, Sam forgiving Jack for being adorable, and Jack being adorable. He's getting better at sarcasm as well, which can't be making Dean feel any better about him.

And that means that the "Castiel is my father" revelation happened off-screen and we're not being given any room for a reaction about it, which is the most annoying part of this. I knew 13x01 was an anomaly and going into a BL ep so soon after would deprive us of some of the emotional depth, but it's like having a bucket of cold water dumped on us :P

I think Dean's 'sometimes' about family being good is going to be a criminally underrated line and I don't even know if I can bring myself to remember it all the time in discussions about how Dean feels about family going forwards but this is a note that i heard him say it and acknowledged it means he has some issues with blood family ongoing.

Jack being adorably human blah blah, Dean aggravates the issue by being really mean about insisting Lucifer is his father and asking if he reached out to Jack and now Jack's remembering him doing that. Hey leave the kid alone, Dean, his blank slate was slightly messed up by waning to be like Cas which is obviously an excellent exemption to having a blank slate.

Maybe there's a metaphor in him agitating the bad father sitation over here.

I don't know if Jack should have asked for clarification there so let's pretend there was a hesitation and a "Ca -" "*Lucifer.* Your father." exchange. Or something.

And now Nougat is lying about emotional strife, like's been agitated into being a Winchester from his great blank slate

GAH Stop gesturing by the STILL FULL glass of Pimms

they keep topping it up and it's not good for my stress levels

I think I just missed basically everything that happened because all I could see was my own reflection but then they were like *rising tension music* *scuffle* *donatello* so I assume he jumped out on them. Mental note to go back and see who was defensive of Jack and what he did.

*casually mopping up my neighbour's Pimms as it splashes dangerously close to my laptop while listening to Donatello's exposition*

the good thing about BL episodes is that you can often just kinda chill and listen to the exposition if it's just a chunk o dialogue and nothing offensive is going on so we're making progress through the ep

*dean is super bitter about who does and doesn't have a direct line to god for some reason*

Awww Sam says they're brothers and it's a family crest when he is saying Jack should get the tattoo <3

*completely* robbed of Dean's reaction

WHY DID THEY NOT TELL JACK IT WOULD HURT

I went to the loo and came back to them wiping Pimms off their phone

Well Jack just completely put Dean in his place RE: pain, when he told him to man up about it and Jack was like right we accept pain as a sign of maturity... this is absolutely not what Dean meant but it is probably a healthier approach to it minus all the toxic masculinity

can we get to 13x03 and an ep written by Berens soon :P

Jack accidentally absorbs his warding. Oops. I guess that angel warding was a WEE bit OTT I mean I'm no expert but that looks like a total pain to be dealing with all the time for the makeup department :P

Also must have taken friggin ages

I still don't get why Donnatello is here except to use as a chip in their arguments... Ah well. Dean arguing intent doesn't matter freaky powers are freaky powers because he's still pissed about what happened to Cas and can't see the much more basic thing that Jack didn't mean to get Cas killed and OBVIOUSLY didn't intend it if he was waiting for Cas to be there for him when he popped out of the womb. I think for all the random avenues this took in fandom this is probably about as deep as the show will go if this is how BL are spelling it all out for us... And the answer is all there on the page already but we're just using Dean as the alternate side of the argument to show his own character stuff going on where he can't deal with Jack because he's upset about Cas. And he was always more concerned about Cas than the philosophy of whatever else was going on

Train going through the Lake District... I am enchanted. It's a grey day w/ very low clouds and water on the ground and all the trees are autumnal. Sue me, this is more interesting than Donatello being unhelpful. He backed up Sam's argument earlier w/ saying Lucifer felt toxic and Jack is somewhat more like his grandfather, but then once he starts talking he's like hurr blurr as a scientist nature wins and he's a monster and then Sam's like I thought you were on my side dude and then Dean angsts about Cas some more and calls Jack the devil and he decides he better start teleporting now because leave me alone not-dad and get off my case

I hope we see his wings. Dean asks in 13x01 if he had wings and equated it to teleporting and I suppose we don't know how demons do it but the assumption is if he's half-angel adn can teleport then he has wings

Oh no it is KILLING me how Jack's thing is sitting cross legged. PROTECT HIM.

Sam finds him, thankfully, after the Sad Kelly Montage. There's a very Northern man behind me talking loudly on the phone so I'm gonna concentrate SUPER HARD now

The hotel is called the Black Hat which I think is western coding for the bad guy. There was a house in the prairie art on the wall, and the single isolated house is how Jack came into the world... He's dealing with towns now.

Exposition Mooose! Telling us Dean gets some wires crossed about getting angry whe nhe's frustrated and scared like yes good expose dean for us some more... explaining him to jack is like hey so um he's an acquired taste... trying to make this about protecting everyone instead of pointing out the obvious that he blames jack for what happened to cas

Jack is a winchester because he's like maybe i'm not worth it

help

and them Sam brings up w/o knowing it was on jack's mind that kelly thought so but also is a blatant link to how they used dead!mary to guide their lives right up until she came back...

... and then so would Cas and so would I. Sam aligning himself with Jack's parents to show he has emotional guardianship of him right now

has dean gone down to the bar because it's called th eblack spur and obvs not the same one but i'm like 100% sure that's the bar from 10x01 where he was hanging with Crowley and I'm not gonna fact check that. it's "black" again aka more nature stuff, more coded evil stuff I guess? I don't know anything about Westerns I admit

And hey look a blonde bartender is chatting to him - there's a Jack ale sign on one side... and hahahahahaaaa no there's a Kingdom Beer sign behind Dean over his shoulder because the director wants to kill me

So far this is the weirdest BL episode Ive seen in a long time because they're trying so so hard to be all nuanced and deep and to explore character stuff and carry on the mood from the first episode, while being direly under-equipped to handle it, so everyone's just blurting exposition all over the place in a series of awkward exchanges. The overtness of the dialogue is actually helping in a weird way to rush through the tick boxes because Dean just admitted to seeking his neglectful father's approval from a standing start which is a sign of progress for him to just leap right into admitting his issues with John. I don't have a frame of reference for this because tired and white noise and noting we're pulling into Lancaster and it looks like rain now and there's a guy travelling with an enormous silver mirror with an ornate frame as tall as he is on the other platform and more pimms is on the table... but yeah when DID he last talk about John? Is this the increased openness since 12x22 we were hoping for? Is my backpack okay because it's in a luggage rack I can't see and if someone nicks it they're only stealing all my laundry but I like some of those t-shirts so it would be a bummer...

Lol surprise Asmodeus, no wonder she pushed all the father stuff... Was he talking about Lucifer then? It's everyone has father issues season. He's fitting in as another mirror in it all. Like the great big shiny mirror the dude at Lancaster station had. I'd honestly not be surprised if John came back in some way just cuz we had the Mary season where motherhood was a theme, and now we're doing this. I don't think John would come back for good liek Mary but they could scrounge up a more direct way of confronting his memory at least.

This also is so unsubtle bcos Dean had no idea what the bartender looked like so he coulda just tended the bar and chatted to Dean b4 he knew who Asmodues was, and we could have had some cool tension like we all know that Colonel Sanders is the bad guy and Dean's just chatting him up a bit. But then when do we ever get such things in a BL ep?

Sam just goes and spells it out about Jack being molded and the ambiguity of his father figures aka the dual nature battle they think Jack should have, with a deciding vote already thrown in there by Kelly and of course that Jack has free will and choice

So Mary just nearly got assaulted, tho not by Lucifer, which was not exactly a pleasant surprise. >.> idk what that guy's problem was but he seems to be implying women can't fight and something something I didn't catch but clearly he doesn't see a whole bunch of women. This is literally the antithesis of the show's handling of female hunters since the start so I'm going to have to assume that this is an AU thing like, total worst timeline, and everyone's sexist to boot. Not really a fan of doing this at all because why are humans made out to be just as bad as meeting angels and demons in this world - Mary being at risk from ALL of them (where is BOBBY I wanna see wtf was going on between him and AU mary and our mary and our bobby) - and it being disappointing that Mary's at risk BECAUSE she's female and might get assaulted.

Lucifer continues to try and act like a good guy by saving Mary and then of course the Nice Guy twist that always comes - if you won't give me what I want that I'm pretending is mutually beneficial then I will just hurt you.

They're chilling by that church from 8x23 now so I guess Mikey will be along soon.

Preston Station looks like a hellscape as well - it's packed and there's no ticket barriers. I'm so glad we were only passing through

Dean comes in and sits down with Sam with the shadows of the blinds falling over them - prison imagery I missed you! We're trapped in these mindsets...

Sam wants to get them on the same page and Dean is like F U and Sam's like lemme do exposition while you sit with the shadow over your eyes.

I wish there was a shadow falling over my eyes... We've passed back through to hazy sunlight south of Preston.

Sam says people who we love, and who have been in our lives for a long time, in such a way I bet some asshole is excluding Cas from one category bcos Mary doesn't count in the long time category so maybe one is for her and one is for Cas

obviously that's the real donatello because he only cares about breakfast and is an object of ridicule while Asmodeus was presumably the other and actually talking plot.

this is an idiot ball moment tbh because Jack hasn't been in any hotel scenes for a while and somehow we've shuffled through all the characters here and not had any of them with Jack or checking where he is despite him being the most precious cargo, and it was bugging me earlier that dontatello and sam talking meant jack was alone because he wouldn't be w/ dean so where was he but Sam didn't ask? they just chatted? And obvs that was asmodeus but yeah... no one's keeping an eye on him and D. wasn't even supposed to be taking Jack to get breakfast or what? If that wasn't him then what exactly did Sam think Jack was up to?

Also Sam tanking the mytharc Dean tanking the personal arc - he talks to both of them w/o them knowing and guess what each's conversation is

And also Dean came in with food as well like there's major miscommunication going on here if the real donatello was getting breakfst and so was Dean but is that the point or is that just a plothole where this doesn't add up properly if you actually try and map who knew what and - was Dean the one SUPPOSED to be watching Jack? But Sam didn't ask him either.

Anyway here's the demon that Dean's entire fight scene is about straddling to death.

I also loved his march down to the room where he was all in shadows

The last shot of that fight though where Dean's cowering away from the demon on a bed while it advances on him with a knife

like wow that was a good fight scene for the dynamics going on there. Dean as a victim being absolutely dominated by that demon and all the associated knife and weirdass positions imagery. Dean on that table with his legs around the demon is like an entire meta on its own as well

okay it was too bright when I saw the scene where Asmodeus was talking about that whatever it was he let out but I THINK that was the same demon I thought I saw overhearing it and now I am wondering what on earth that was about because Dean just killed him :P

Awww Jack out in nature. I love the flowers and the buzz of insects and life all around him. And Asmodeus is testing him.

Okay it's been like one episode how can he have character inconsistency with himself from earlier in the episode - he now wants to unleash the things he got in trouble for unleashing before? I mean unless he's decided that Lucifer really isn't coming back so might as well just throw a party while there's no adult supervision, and get back to all that chaos and destruction he loves. If he thought there was remotely a chance Lucifer would come back he wouldn't do it, but then is he just doing it now out of spite that Lucifer told him no before, and instead of whatever nonsense he said about family dynamics back then is not really true at all because he wants to rebel now instead.

If Jack unleashes the thing because he was tricked then it will be the biggest Sam and Cas mirror thing ever and will set him up with some angst and guilt for the rest of the season.

One of the downsides of Dean not getting along with him is that Jack doesn't know how much scepticism about God is a healthy amount in this universe. He basically just knows that God is his grandfather and family is usually good. But God is suuuch a bad concept to rally behind here, it's not even like God wouldn't ask him to do it because God never tells anyone what to do about anything (which is like the first thing Dean would have told Jack if he hadn't still been sulking God wouldn't lift a finger to help him over the whole dead Cas issue), God would also just never have any positive reinforcement for anyone or get excited about having a grandson, at least in a way to get actively involved :P

I mean Chuck probs thought that Donatello making his way to Jack was about as useful as he could be and that immediately went sour when no one kept 2 pairs of eyes on each other at all times.

Wyoming has some pretty nasty stuff under it :P

I wonder if Hell maps exactly to earth but just kinda deeper.

Also point to me for rambling about hell gates earlier and then Asmodeus actually listening to my suggestion box for once. Maybe he will be the one character who can actually hear me in this show.

Hey you, you're an asshole

Is Lucifer aware he literally just lead them in a circle because I am so not telling him that, because it's too funny.

I hope Jack didn't inherit his sense of direction but this is Dabb era, as soon as that kid gets a car, trouble starts.

The midlands are so bleak.

These angels are wearing heavy tactical gear and yet more kneepads. The human had them too. This is just kneepad world. I don't see the necklaces of baby ears so maybe that design thing got ditched or maybe Bobby was being metaphorical. The important thing is they don't look like Cas. The weird thing is we know Mikey's costume sort of does look like a ragged Cas.

Anyway Lucifer is so offended to hear Michael killed him even though it was literally the most obvious thing ever the entire time we've known about them and since 12x12 we've had extra info to prove it :P

Omg why are you opening champagne on a traaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain

MIKEY

He wanders in like hey I'm awesome but also I need to immediately open with super obvious exposition lines

Lucifer accuses him of being dressed like he came from a western too which goes with the thematics back in the Earth part of the story and also makes me think maybe the costuming choice was supposed to kinda mirror Frontierland Dean's 2nd costume because why the fuck not this is Dabb era, rules are for suckers :P

I can't see it w/o the hat but maybe he has a hat elsewhere.

this hole down into the centre of the earth looks REMARKABLY like the one the 2nd season of Shadowhunters had in the season finale, so I need Magnus to just wander over the rise and close it now. Also his eyes glow gold and cat like. Is his power literally equivalent to Jack's? He's like ridiculously OP in that show. I guess all that hiatus watching was research.

Ah, Asmodeus has learned the "Oh shit it's the Winchesters" moment already, especially recognising the car. Them driving right onto the scene has the oddest shades of 5x22 without anything being remotely like it except it's a field, hole in the earth, and car.

Okay why did Donatello yell "that's not Donatello"

this is like the reverse of the best version of this scene I've ever heard which is the one from the end of Here Be Gerblins in the Adventure Zone which I will not spoil for you except to say this is the worst and also it doesn't take too much listening to get to that point and I nearly cried laughing so you should probably go listen. More hiatus watching research!

The other option is D is having a total crisis of self w/o a soul or the evil D is actually the real thing and Asmodeus is helping them for some reason.

LOL he's like hi I'm Crowley's replacement so the line now is "howdy boys" intead of hello boys

As soon as Jack knows what's up and sees his new peeps getting hurt he stops because he is precious and he did nothing wrong and I love him

AWW HE THINKS THEY'RE HIS FRIENDS I LOVE YOU NOUGAT

Deal with that, Dean.

Mary like "... should I be shuffling backwards?" "I SHOULD BE SHUFFLING BACKWARDS, BYE"

Lucifer said he needed Mary, Mikey says he needs Lucifer... I think that phrase is being turned over and ruined now. The necessary step of Dean having said it to Cas that one time when he shoulda said I love you... They had a brief critique of "need and want" and some stuff about i and we, which was what last season was doing, but Cas feels bad bcos he feels needed but not wanted, and this is as much as Dean has said to him - from the depths of his heart - but it's not enough because that was season 8 and he hasn't felt like he belongs and he needs that I love you. Uh but w/o using "need" - look, they're gesticulating with champagne again, I have 1 eye on this at best as we roll through the midlands for an eternity :P Anyway I guess it is time to put "need" in the firing line as the Wrong Word that means that you're USING someone.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??? DEAN DOES NOT SIT AT THE TABLE LIKE THAT. OH MY POOR, POOR BROKEN CHILD LET ME HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS

I know it's probably for that wonderful shot of them through the door but Dean fundamentally does not sit up against the wall - he and Sam have their places at that table when they have their chats and it's a serious thing since the entire time theyve been using the kitchen for important plot chats.

Anyway he super not okay bcos that's his seat he sits at when he's in his proper place in the dynamic - or improper one but the point is the dynamic is the dynamic when they sit opposite each other and Dean's opted out and flopped back against the wall instead of sitting where he normally does when he and Sam are in balance. Sam's connection to his seat has some other flavours of his side of the codependency issues but largely about his lack of assertiveness or getting too messed up about saving Dean, so we'll see

AAAH Sam is sitting one seat over as well.

I know it's a free table but there's 8 seats and REMARKABLY little flexibility about it.

Dean's wearing a black henley which is also baaad news. *pats him on the head and follows with a blanket*

Sam stands (or sits) his ground

Dean, gosh, I don't like when the camera follows you because this is probably going to be awful for my heart.

We also have not really had his POV much this ep except the Asmodeus chat up scene

He's mostly reacted. Like he thinks Jack is only reacting.

I DON'T LIKE THIS SCENE

PROTECT JACK FROM HIMSELF TOO

I hope he was just being curious like a super amped up version of how Kira on Orphan Black found out she has super healing powers so sliced her own arm open while being scared and fascinated with what she was and pissed off the adults wouldn't tell her anything but this was gross and violent and pls protect Jack because that was awful.

Dean's suitably horrified though because he has to contemplate Jack is just as freaked out and lost as he is about this whole thing because this is a gross and horrifying way to show that Jack is as fucked up and lost as the rest of them. I don't think he was actually trying to kill himself esp. because he knew the angel blade already stabbed him and did nothing and even if he doesn't know what it is and why that's signficant he knows he didn't die of something that should have killed him... I hope it's just childlike curiosity mixed with bleak existential horror as he comes to understand how much he doesn't understand himself even in the context of the world he's in...

OH NO

but also good lines of dialogue they acted super well. Jack is starting to think he can't be saved if Dean doesn't think it and is silently asking him to do it because he doesn't want to hurt people and oh gosh this isn't 10x09 at all where Deran asked Cas to do it to him... But completely different emotional landscape where Dean WOULD do it and wants to and Jack is only just starting to doubt himself and wonder if he would hurt people and the important thing is not like Dean thinking there was a line he would cross and half-tricking Cas into saying he'd do it by asking him for a favour first, but Cas not being able to oblige him in 10x22... This is Jack being such a good pure piece of nougat that he's SCARED of what he is and what he can do and beginning to think that he might need to be killed esp. because Dean thinks so and this has been a bad day for him... even though again his nature shone through, Dean thinks it was a "sneeze" and Jack still doesn't have a developed enough moral compass to understand what he did except that we can see it was a good thing.

And final shot Jack reflected in the mirror all bloody and sad and I need to zoom in on that later to see his face because like magic the sun is out again when I want to look at the screen.

End episode here. Good. That means Dean angstily listening to music is in 13x03 almost for sure because I want it to be (uh, sorry that's not science :P) but it would be a great Berens to Berens chat with self about 9x14 and Dean angstily listening to music there.

I am not actually where were we are any more except powering towards London, but I'm gonna put my laptop away because they're still topping up the champagne and I just survived a BL episode where nothing so awful happened that I can see the fandom outrage from a million miles away and the worst I can say is that they are an exposition machine and I wish they had more nuanced dialogue because in someone else's hands that character stuff would have been delivered well rather than just delivered :P

#13x02 #my stuff #season 13 spoilers #I actually got some of this answered by Tink & co on whatsapp later #but then I had to explain my #look at this effin table #tag to them and me vs typos while texting and no signal in the bleak wilderness #yeah I hope they even have half a clue what I was on about :D #tomorrow I will have to make a post about wtf is going on with that table but tl:dr I flipped out about it completely #and regret that the last time i was drawn to make a Big Post about it it was from the Destiel perspective #with just a handful of codependency chat #because now I really really wish I had a big post about the codependency stuff there #with just a sprinkle of the Destiel stuff on the side #NOT PROOF READ HOLY SHIT LIKE NOT AT ALL WHO AM I WHERE AM I #I am lucky this entire post isn't soaked in a glaswegian's prosecco

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hi! if you're still writing the lil drabbles, i'd love one! - i'm kyndahl:) - cookie dough + peanut butter - tom holland drabble please! - i love musical theatre, dancing, and marching band:) i'm extremely sarcastic as well as short. i play basketball and volleyball too! - dance battle ??

ahhh i love this suggestion!! thank you! okay but i’m actually really really really pleased with how this turned out, so pls let me know what you think!!

drabbles now closed

“He’s such an idiot.”

You smiled to yourself, watching your boyfriend and Harrison dance around like fools. You folded your arms, arching an eyebrow as Tom made eye contact with you, holding out a hand for you to join him. You shook your head, unable to keep a laugh in.

“So I put my hands up, they’re playing my song….”

You subtly pulled out your phone to record the boys singing in high-pitched falsettos and waving their limbs wildly. Jacob came around the corner to stand next to you, instantly cracking up.

“Oh my god!” He put his hand over his mouth, stepping closer to you. “I am so sorry that you have elected to date… that.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, teasingly shoving Jacob. Your laughter had drawn the attention of the boys. Tom had his hands on his hips, staring at you two, and Harrison’s arms were folded with a joking pout on his face.

“All that laughter means you two think you can do better than this.” Tom gestured between him and Harrison.

“No, no, that was all Kyndahl,” Jacob said, and your mouth dropped open, causing him to laugh even harder.

“Thanks for throwing my under the bus, bro!” you cried out, and Jacob ducked out of reach of your arms.

“Oh, okay, so it was just my lovely girlfriend here, bashing my flow?” Tom stared at you, eyebrows raised.

“Damn straight,” you sassed back, playing along. You folded your arms, stepping forward to be nose-to-nose with your boyfriend.

“You know what this sounds like?” teased Tom.

“What?” you asked, aware that there was barely any space between your faces now.

“A dance battle challenge!” Tom jumped backwards, doing an awful running man.

You cracked up, doubling over before standing straight again and nodding. “Okay, Holland, you’re on. Bring it.”

The dance battle didn’t last long, however. After a few “rounds” of bad dancing, Harrison and Jacob couldn’t stand up from laughing so hard, and you were over Tom’s shoulder, breathless from laughter as you begged him to set you down.

The two of you eventually fell over due to Tom’s inability to function as he laughed, and you didn’t bother to get up. When Jon Watts came over to say that they wanted to refilm some things, he wasn’t entirely sure what to say.

“Everything okay over here?” he asked.

“Y-yes,” gasped Tom, wiping away some tears of mirth. “G-give me a couple m-minutes, I need to ca-catch my b…breath.”

“O…okay. Head to the stylist trailer when you finish… whatever you’re doing.” Watts shot them a strange look before walking away.

“Alright,” huffed Tom, trying to sit up, but you dropped your weight over his midsection. “Oh, my g– Kyndahl, I have to go!”

“Nooo,” you mumbled, refusing to move. “But we were having so much fun!”

“And we can have more fun – later. Let me up.”

You rolled onto your stomach so that you were perched with your top half on his chest. You fluttered your eyelashes at him. “But I just larb you… so much.”

Tom blinked for a moment before his head fell back and he groaned.

“Ohhh my god.”

#kass writes drabbles #sir-stilinski

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fucknobadtf2fanfiction · 7 years

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Meet the Apprentice chapters 1 - 2 (request)

As it happens, sometimes I get a random request from someone and if I have the time I'd be more than happy to help. Keep in mind for those who like pictures, I won’t be using reaction images because the hard drive with the hundreds of images has been lost.

Keep in mind not a revival but a small visit from the aunt everyone hates, nice to be back for even a moment. This is a reboot to a story someone submitted to me.

-mod m

Meet the Apprentice

Summary:

As the engine’s roar died, the driver’s door swung open and a woman stepped out. She raised one of her hands to shield her face from the sun, squinting up at the building. She shouldered a brown leather backpack and self-consciously straightened her pleated yellow dress. Taking a deep breath, she started across the parking lot towards the entrance, shifting the bridge of her glasses as she went.

(I'm bad at summaries and I don't want to spoil stuff but also I'm still working out the plot so I'm basically making this up as I go sorry!

It's kind of good that much I can tell you.)

Have confidence in yourself! People want to read a story with confidence, there’s no reason to apologize or let the audience know you’re just as clueless

Thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated, and if you have any questions, ask away! Have a good day! :)

Chapter 1

The sun sat high in the sky of New Mexico, glaring down on the drab orange landscape and forming shimmering heat waves on the dusty ground. Among the desert scene sat a large facility, a light gray building that had large air conditioners running all along its roof. Around it was a tall chain link fence that had large KEEP OUT signs bolted to it at intervals. As if the locals didn’t know enough to stay away.

The only openings in the fence were two narrow gaps, one along each short end of the rectangular compound, wide enough for your average pickup truck to fit through. Through each gap was a parking lot, and a metal sliding door entrance to the building. A multi-colored line ran horizontally along the outer walls, half of it red, the other blue. On the blue half, a slightly rusting 1959 Pontiac Bonneville made its way into the lot, pulling into one of the lopsided parking spaces. As the engine’s roar died, the driver’s door swung open and a woman stepped out. She raised one of her hands to shield her face from the sun, squinting up at the building. She shouldered a brown leather backpack and self-consciously straightened her pleated yellow dress. Taking a deep breath, she started across the parking lot towards the entrance, shifting the bridge of her glasses as she went.

A dress for battle maybe not so but a dress for heat and a simple outfit for simply arriving makes sense. ( pls don’t have her fight in a dress author I have high hopes )

Dust swirled around her ankles, and a warm breeze toyed with her pigtails as she walked up to the metal sliding door. Raising one pale, calloused hand, palm reddened by the heat, she knocked; a reverberating clang cut through the tranquil desert. As she waited for someone to answer, she examined the logo on the door. The door itself was painted blue, gray peeking out where the paint had peeled off the corrugated metal. A large white wrench had been stylistically painted on it, the lower half of the tool made up of the acronym “BLU”. The top half of a bolt was held between the teeth of the wrench, and in the middle of the bolt was a yellow and blue globe. Beneath all of this, in block letters, were the words “BUILDERS LEAGUE UNITED”.

Humming to herself, she wondered what she’d look like in an all blue uniform.

Suddenly, the door began to slide upwards, making a rattling noise that she could only associate with ball bearings, and she shook herself from her thoughts. In the doorway, illuminated by bright fluorescent lights, was a short, stocky man wearing overalls and a yellow hard hat. Around his neck was a pair of what appeared to be some form of welding goggles. His brown eyes were small and deeply set, and the skin around them was rather paler than the rest of his face, but nonetheless they shone brightly and had a warmth to them. The man that the kind eyes belonged to smiled at her brightly.

To be fair engineer's eyes are blue but that’s hardly something to get upset about

“Well, howdy there. My name is…well, we ain’t supposed to share our birth names, just our class names and any nicknames that come besides, but for simplicity’s sake let’s just call ‘em our names. Might as well be, I reckon, since we been using ‘em for so long. But as I was sayin’, th’name’s Engineer. If that’s too long for your fancy, you can call me Engie.”

it’s a thick accent but acceptable. It’s readable. Kudos

The woman nodded; she’d been informed of the “no-names” rule when she had been registered by Miss Pauling. The secretary had claimed that it was for “security’s” sake, but she assumed it was to stifle as many bonding opportunities as possible.

The man had extended a hand, so she shook it. His grip was firm

“My name is Sa-…sorry, I mean, Apprentice.” She replied sheepishly.

Engie just grinned at her. “That’s alright, it takes a bit to get used to it. Now come on in, it’s just about suppertime. Normally th’whole team don’t all sit in the rec room to eat, but since we’ve got a new recruit Miss Pauling had... suggested we use the time to get introduced, to save time later.”

Read: threatened. For some of them, at least.

But Apprentice nodded as she was led into the building. She sighed as a blast of cool air hit her. Engie led her down a long, gray hallway. There were doors leading off of it, all marked with signs. One read “BUNKS”, and a few others, “BATHROOMS”. Another large sliding door sat on the right, with a sign above it that read “RESPAWN”. She shuddered as she remembered the RESPAWN chip she still needed to have implanted.

Respawn chips give me so many memories of years ago when everyone played around with respawn ideas….. Even I have a fanfiction out that focuses the start of the respawn and before….

Engie pointed at the RESPAWN door. “Through there’d be your ammo lockers n’such, and then there’s another door in there leadin’ to the battlements. We’ll go over this tomorrow when y’all’re given the tour. We get Sundays off, o’course, and when we move to the next compound we get the whole weekend to get settled.”

Apprentice nodded again. She wasn’t much of a talker. The same could not be said for Engie, however, who was talking quite a bit, and the more he talked, the thicker his Texan accent grew. Most of it was just bits of random trivia about the facility and offhand comments about its name (“Ya ain’t gonna wonder why it’s called ‘Turbine’ once ya see the battlements, that’s for sure!”) and the team (“Y’all might think I’M talking much, but you just wait’ll you meet Scout! That boy could outtalk a lil yappin’ dog, I’ll tell ya that”).

Don't insult my baby!! He’s perf!!

He led her through a small kitchen (the sink was piled with dishes; covering the pile was a towel, and on it was a piece of paper, on it scrawled hasty note: Outta site, outta mind, Engie.)

The Texan snorted at this and muttered, “Darn it, Scout.”

He rolled his eyes at Apprentice. “That boy hates doin’ his share of the chores, ‘specially the dishes. And he can’t spell worth a darn, neither.”

I was trying to defend scouts education level but the only thing I could find was the track terrorizer and it was when he snuck into a high school track team at 23 hahaha [x]

Apprentice smiled at that and followed Engie through the kitchen doorway, into a room that was the dining room and rec room, according to the sign above it. She frowned a bit when she saw the sign; was everything here labelled?

There were eight men sitting in various places around the rec room, absorbed in their own activities. None of them noticed her walking in. Engie leaned towards her.

“I’m gonna go get the grub, now go’n get yourself settled.” He headed back into the kitchen.

Apprentice took a deep breath and walked forwards. She hated meeting new people, and always felt that they were judging her, that they thought she was weird. But as she got closer, she realized that she was probably one of the most normal ones there. One of them, a light-skinned man in a baggy fireproof suit, sat on the floor, criss-cross style, in front of a couch. He was shifting back and forth, a deceptively childish grin on his face, as he clicked a lighter on and off. His eyes shone bright with the reflection of the flame, but there was a fire to them that definitely wasn’t a reflection. She decided to steer clear of him for now, and looked around for a safer person to sit near. Unfortunately, none of the other options seemed to be very good.

I don’t like the whole showing pyro’s face thing, and if he had the mask on it would be impossible to see his eyes or skin. This is personal preference to me though, you do you, author.

On one of the three lumpy couches in the room sat a lanky man with thinning brown hair. A pair of yellow shooting glasses were pushed up onto his forehead, and he was sitting on far end of the couch closest to the wall. He was drinking coffee and reading Catch-22. He appeared calm, but the way his eyes were darting around the room and the way he seemed to be trying to collapse in on himself suggested that he wasn’t used to being around the rest of the team after matches.

Catch 22 came out in 1961 so that puts this storyline closer to the gravel war. The setting is important folks, +1 point for doing your research author. [x]

A bottle flew past her head, drawing her attention to the far end of the room, towards the dining table. Two of her teammates were in, from what she could see, a fight over a…cupcake. One of the men was wearing an overly large army helmet, and the other was a scrawny young man with buckteeth. He had a bloody nose, and the army guy was screaming something about “cupcake communists”. Sitting at the table was a black man wearing an eyepatch, who was laughing at the two so hard that he was punching the table. Also sitting at the table, watching the fight in disgust, was a rather short, skinny man wearing a ski mask and a suit. He was smoking a cigarette daintily.

He looked over at Apprentice, appraising her for a moment, before sniffing and turning back towards the fight (the army guy now had the skinny one in a headlock, which Skinny was valiantly trying to escape).

She glared at him. What was his problem? Rolling her eyes, she moved to the couch in the middle of the room, closest to the television set. Two other men were sitting on it. One of them was wearing round spectacles and reading a thick encyclopedia, titled Gray’s Anatomy. A glance over his shoulder showed her pictures of organs, scientifically labelled. She wrinkled her nose. The spectacled man acknowledged her with a nod, then returned to his book. He turned the page and laughed at something. She scooted a bit farther away from him. The man farthest from her was tall and muscular, with beady blue eyes. He was knitting what appeared to be a pair of gloves. She sat awkwardly on the edge of the couch, waiting for Engie to come back. She raised her arm to check her watch. Five o’ clock, exactly.

this is just as awkward as you can get, man.

A large hand tapped her elbow, and she turned in surprise to the large man at the end of the couch. He leaned across the man with the spectacles, who grimaced at him and leaned back.

“You are new recruit?” He asked. His Russian accent was prominent in those few words.

“Uh, yeah, I am. My name is Apprentice.” She awkwardly extended her hand. He shook it lightly.

“I am Heavy Weapons Guy. I have question for you: do you have woolen stockings?”

She scrunched up her face in confusion. “Umm…yes? It got pretty cold in Nebraska, so I have a couple of pairs. I brought ‘em just in case, but, uh, doesn’t seem like I’ll need ‘em.”

Heavy Weapons Guy simply shrugged. “It will get cold in the nights.”

Apprentice nodded slowly.

“Right, but, uh, wh-why did you want to know?” She tilted her head to the side, squinting at him.

“Wanted to know if Heavy would have to knit you some. I knit them for new people. Knitted them for Doktor”, he pointed to the man with the anatomy book, ”the little rabbit Scout,” he pointed to the boy fighting, who was still in the headlock and slowly turning blue, “and the Demoman.” he motioned to the man with the eyepatch. “But you do not need them, da?”

Apprentice twitched her shoulder. “Nah I guess not, huh?” She smiled at him.

“Pretty nice of ya, Heavy. I can call you that, right?”

Heavy nodded at her, and returned to his knitting. The “Doktor” leaned forwards again. He flipped another page, revealing a very realistic drawing of a transparent human body, with all of the organs, nerves, and skeletal system visible. He turned to Apprentice and grinned in a manic way.

see I hope there is more characterization to medic than just the body obsessed doctor jerk stereotype

“Zis is my favorite part!”

She stared at him for a second, then slowly nodded.

“That-that’s. Nice.”

He nodded his head feverishly, still grinning, still without blinking, then returned to the book. Just as she was wondering if she should maybe switch places, Engie came back into the room, holding a large cast-iron cooking pot. She stood up quickly and moved towards the table.

Finally.

Marking the end of chapter 1. The ONLY issue is the cold attitude of the team seemingly ignoring her. Now, this is all our creative differences, I would think a team would be a bit more attentive.

Still not a flaw, I'm finding no huge issues in the story of any canon characters or your own. ALSO, labeled is spelled like this <<

CHAPTER 2

As Apprentice walked towards the table, the scents of the meal began to waft towards her. Her stomach rumbled fiercely. Engie sat the tall pot onto an oven mitt sitting in the center of the table. He pulled a handkerchief from his overall pocket and wiped his hands, smiling. His face fell, however, when he noticed the cupcake on the table, and the two men fighting over it.

“Soldier! Scout! Quit roughhousin’! And Soldier, stop chokin’ that boy before ya send him to RESPAWN.” Engie barked. The two team members froze in their actions, Soldier dropping the Scout, who was gasping for breath. The Soldier saluted to Engie, crying, “YESSIR!” Engie just shook his head and headed towards the kitchen again.

“Ah’m goin’ to get the cornbread and corn. Demo, y’wanna help get the dishes?” The man with the eyepatch nodded, and stood up with a grunt and went with Engie towards the kitchen. Soldier dropped his hand from the salute position, then glanced at the cupcake that was still on the table. Scout, who was grumbling to himself as he stood up (“Coulda taken him, didn’t need Engie’s frigging help- “) noticed this, and jumped on the Soldier when he lunged for the pastry.

it’s trivial to fight over a cupcake b ut the more I think about it, the more I think... yes.. this does fit their personalities...

“Oh, no you don’t!” Scout yelled. The Soldier once again began to yell back, and the two continued to brawl. They hit the table, almost spilling the chili. After around a minute of this, Apprentice had decided that she’d had enough. She was hungry, in an unfamiliar environment, and all this yelling was giving her a headache. She was not happy, so she retaliated.

Apprentice stalked forwards, closing the gap of around seven feet between herself and her teammates.

“HEY!” She yelled to disorient them. They turned to her, startled, and before either of them could react, she grabbed Scout by the ear and dragged him away from Soldier, pushing aside the army man as she did so.

“Knock it off.” She growled. Scout, knocked her hand away, rubbing his ear. Soldier, on the other hand, looked stunned, then grinned proudly at her.

Scout sneered at her. “Don’t tell me what ta do, you ain’t my ma. Back off!”

Nothing like stopping little twink boy from fighting naked man

In all seriousness, this should mean our character has a fit physique, not being itty bitty tiny. Leme see those girls with muscles, author. It’s hard to be intimidating being small and tiny!

She sneered back at him fiercely. “YOU back off, or I’ll break your back.” Ignoring the Scout’s wounded expression, she grabbed the cupcake from the table and held it up to the two men. “This is what you’re fighting over, right?” She asked. The Scout nodded, and the Soldier yelled, “Affirmative!” Apprentice winced. Didn’t the guy have an inside voice? But she nodded in a way that suggested that she had firmly made up her mind about something. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Engie and Demoman had returned, bearing more food and table settings.

“Well then. You guys can’t fight over something that’s not here, can you?”

Scout and Soldier looked confused. Demoman and Engie were now watching the interactions unfold, Engie with some mild trepidation, Demoman with a grin on his face. Cigarettes had been watching out of the corner of his eyes with interest the whole time, and Catch-22 had gotten up to move to the table, but stood awkwardly near the couch while the scene played out. Heavy and the “Doktor” were still sitting, but began to get up as they noticed the arrival of food.

Scout put his hands on his hips and snorted. “Whaddaya mean, not here? Ya holdin’ it right in front of my friggin’ fa- “

Apprentice stopped him mid-sentence by taking a big bite out of the cupcake, and then subsequently finishing it in two more. The Scout looked hilariously affronted, and Soldier’s jaw dropped. Scout sat heavily in his chair to sulk, but Soldier got right up in her face, yelling.

“HOW DARE YOU EAT THAT CUPCAKE! I AM AN AMERICAN, AND I WILL NOT HAVE MY RIGHT TO CUPCAKES TAKEN BY YOU CUPCAKE COMMUNISTS!”

What I want to know is who baked said cupcakes . . .

Is engie the wife of the team

Spit flew from his mouth, smudging her glasses. She whipped them off, standing on her tip toes to look him directly in the eye (or as much as she could, with how low his helmet was). Her green eyes were wide and dangerously bright as her face reddened with anger.

“How about you get out of my face, you sociopathic sergeant! I’m American too, AND I HAVE THE RIGHT TO EAT THAT CUPCAKE!” She yelled back. She wiped her glasses off on the hem of her dress, shoved them back on her face and continued to glare the man down.

The Soldier, however, responded in a way that took her by surprise. He grinned and saluted her, relaxing his muscles a bit so that he wasn’t standing as stiff as a board.

“Ma’am, you are a true American woman! I salute you! You take this attitude to those cupcake communists and kick it right up their asses!” He then proceeded to fall into a chair.

more kudos for not making him a sexist bitch, author.

Apprentice lowered herself back onto the balls of her feet, anger being replaced with confusion. “Um…. thanks, I guess.”

Gr8 first impression apprentice i mean you’re just great at them lol

She turned to Engie, who simply shrugged at her, chuckling. The rest of the team sat down at the table as Demoman finished passing around dishes, and she could see that they had all found the scene to be hilarious. The only one who didn’t appear visibly amused was Cigarettes, who reluctantly put out the one he was smoking when he caught Engie’s glare. There was still an empty seat, but no one else seemed to notice, so she kept quiet. Once they were all seated, Engie clapped his hands together.

“Alrighty then! Now, firstly we’re gonna- hang on, where’s Pyro?” Engie looked around the room, spying him over on the floor by one of the couches, still flicking the lighter.

pyro being the team child isn’t my fav stereotype but i’ll take it

“Pyro,” he called, catching the attention of the man. “Suppertime.”

The Pyro grinned and jumped up, trotting to the table like a little kid. He took his seat and rested his chin on his hands, his elbows propped up on the edge of the table. He stared off into space, his eyes still open slightly more than normal.

“Now then,” Engie approved, nodding. “First, we’ve got some chili, cornbread, and corn on the cob. Ya don’t like it, don’t eat it, and you can go hungry till it’s your turn to cook. While y’all’re dishin’ yer food out, we’re gonna go ‘round the table clockwise and say our names, just so we all know ‘em. You can start.” He said, motioning towards Apprentice.

“Right. Yeah. Well, I’m Apprentice.”

The rest of the team scrambled for food (and so did she), and continued to divulge their class names.

“Scout, an’ I’m like da coolest- “

“Demoman, who thinks this boyo should quit kissin’ his own arse and let everyone go. An’ you can call me Demo, lass.” Apprentice decided that she liked him. He seemed fun, and had an interesting Scottish accent.

“I AM THE SOLDIER!"

“I am called ze Spy.” Said Cigarettes with a prominent French accent, raised eyebrows. He didn’t seem to be eating much.

“Medic!” She noticed he was still reading his book as he ate.

All i can see is medic exclaiming without moving his facial expression. One hand shoveling food, eyes locked onto a book in the other, screaming medic but not raising any eyebrows

“…...m’theSniper.” A quiet but harsh voice mumbled, coming from the shy man. He sounded…. British? Australian? Australian, she decided. Even though he seemed uncomfortable in his surroundings, he still had a sharp edge to him, something that seemed to say, “I might be nervous but if any of you make fun of me I’ll rip your heart out.” Not an easy thing to convey simply through body language and milliseconds of eye contact, but he was doing an excellent job at it.

sniper is so tsundere

half expecting a b-baka! in there

“Engie, as you know.”

“Pyro!” The man’s voice was rough and deep-throated, but still enthusiastic and almost juvenile. He was making statues out of his cornbread with one hand and twirling his dreadlocks in the other.

“Apprentice already knows Heavy.”

She nodded, and continued with her food, taking in the environment. The rest of the team was either eating in silence, or involved in conversation. The Scout had decided to confront the Soldier about the cupcake, claiming that it was unfair because he was American, too. The Soldier, however, seemed to be mostly ignoring him, choosing instead to “converse” with Demo, in the loosest use of the word. They seemed to be mostly yelling nonsense and laughing. Engie was having a quiet conversation with the Sniper, and the Spy had somehow managed to steal the Sniper’s book, and was currently flipping through it.

“So, uh, I didn’t mean it about earlier, ya know?” The Scout said, grinning at her, revealing his buck teeth. She understood why Heavy had called him a rabbit.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh?”

He leaned back in his chair, putting one of his arms on the headrest of her chair. “Nah, I was just messin’ around is all! You’re pretty cool, ya know? And dat thing with the cupcake was pretty hilarious, acksually.”

“Actually.” She quietly corrected him.

He tilted his head to the side. “Huh? OH! Yeah, I know, it’s my freakin’ accent, ya know? And den my teeth ain’t helping much, so I gotta kinda speech imped’ment, I guess. But dat’s cool thatchya caught that, you must be pretty smart, huh?”

Giving scout a speech impediment is a pretty interesting thing. I don’t see many stories where scout actually has a speech impediment but I don’t like it when authors dumb down scout like he is a child.

My only advice is don’t make him dumb as a sack of dirt? Scout’s position requires him to be fast and smart about his moves, and he was pretty street smart since he grew up with all of his brothers… I'm sure he didn’t pay much attention in school but the boy has some skills and is smart in other areas in life.

“Yeah, I guess.” She squinted at him. “Sorry to ask, but are you trying to…. flirt with me? Or what is this?”

The Scout removed his arm from her chair and exaggerated a wounded expression. “What, a dude can’t just talk to a girl, huh? Nah, I know, my ma says I come off too strong but mosta the girls I evah talked to were the ones I was looking to date so ya know, that’s just kinda how I am now. But nah, you’re cute, I guess, but I’m holdin’ out for Miss P to start recipercatin’ my, y’now, feelings for her. Cuz she’s a classy lady, and waitin’ for her to change her mind’ll totally impress her!”

Apprentice shook her head, smiling. “If you say so.”

This chapter kind of ended abruptly, I had to check the source to make sure I didn’t forget to copy all of it.

I’d day first chapter was fine and ended on good terms but the second makes me think that there was more to real- maybe go into it more and end off of a cliff hanger and not in the middle of a conversation.

You usually end a chapter in the middle of a convo when person A drops an info bomb or something crucial to the plot, but simple chit chat makes it seem like you stopped writing and simply published without looking back. Either way, the ending is FINE, just my opinion.

If you publish anymore you’ll have to ask me directly to keep going on with a review but for now, this is my opinion for both chapters. Lack of words and comments = I had nothing bad to say. I had to search for ways to butt in so there weren't walls of only the story.

I think you’re on a good track, make sure to not make Apprentice a dainty flower and super small, UNLESS her position and role needs her to be small and nimble. Remember you can always make characters, small and nimble, but with visible muscle. Hope you don’t have her uniform as a dress, keep her hair up out of her face, don’t have characters idly fall in love unless you give it several chapters of development.

I think she’s going in strong leaving with a touch first impression. She’s not meek and it seems she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty. Keep going with this and you’re set. If you need any character development help or brainstorming or etc, feel free to message me. I’m always here, I'll even hand over my personal on request.

Thanks for submitting, hope to hear back on your thoughts.

-Mod M

#tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #mod m #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 fanfiction #thanks for the submit #was a good read #really hope to hear back #this isnt me returning btw #;)

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