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ft. Karina
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You weren’t too sure what you were expecting when you got that text from her in the wee hours of the morning.
When it came down to Yoo Jimin, a text at two in the morning was never a request to cuddle up and watch a movie. Simply put, it was a booty call. With all this in mind, you still found yourself taken aback by her bluntness.
Now to be clear, Karina could hypothetically have half of the men in Korea at her disposal if she wanted. You knew at least ten guys that would willingly throw themselves at her if they had the chance, and they’d certainly kill to be in your position.
She’d picked you out from a crowd of delirious fans at a concert, locking eyes with you while you were silently marvelling at the beauty of the girls from where you stood. She’d fixed you with a curious gaze, her head cocking ever so slightly as she squatted down, as if she was getting a better look at a product that she was about to buy. Then she stood up, whispered something to her members, then whispered something to the security guard who raised an eyebrow. He looked at her, then at you.
A couple of minutes later, you found yourself in Aespa’s dressing room, seated on a couch that felt far too expensive for your ass to be on and drinking bottled water from a straw. Jimin came in just a couple of minutes later. Her explanation for your presence in the dressing room was plain and simple.
We are going to fuck. Now take off your pants.
Karina blew you, you ate her out, then she rode you with your head between her cleavage for what felt like hours. The sex was mind-blowing, leaving you panting and sweaty on the floor of the dressing room. After you’d recovered, Karina called in her manager, who brought in a contract for you to sign.
“Once you sign this,” Karina had whispered into your ear, the smell of sweat lingering around her, “you get to fuck me and the others all you want…”
In a heartbeat, your signature had been scribbled on the line given.
Just like that, you’d become one of Aespa’s toys. Including you, there were four other guys that served the same purpose that you served, and that would be pleasuring the girls. Each of them was handpicked by one of the girls, and they would serve the idols whenever they called for it. More than one man could respond to the call of one of the girls, depending on who was free at the moment that the message was sent into the group chat. They’d usually send a timing, followed by an address and a couple of suggestive emojis, or a nude if you guys were lucky. In the name of preserving the image of the global stars, you were to discreetly come to the locations sent, ensuring that no one—even your family and closest friends—were to be divulged in the nature of this “occupation”. Should you fail to adhere to this, you would face immediate termination.
With such an intricate and well thought out system, you were surprised when Karina had privately messaged you that night. It was unusual for her to break away from the well established procedure.
After that first time with Karina, you never really had the time to respond to the calls of the girls since they came at such inconvenient hours. You knew for a fact that the three other guys—who were all older than you—Actively responded to the booty calls, the naughty videos of their sessions sent into the group chat being your indication.
When you arrived at the location sent to you, you found yourself at the door of a penthouse in some posh condominium. Karina opened the door for you, clad in nothing but a bathrobe and a set of bunny slippers.
“Welcome! Glad you could make it,” she smiled, stepping aside for you to enter. She offered you a beer—which you gladly accepted—then directed you to the couch.
“Haven’t seen you around much… You’ve been busy?” she asked, cracking open the can of Jim Beam in her hand.
“You could say that…” you replied.
“No worries, I know that life can get busy,” she assured you, “though it wouldn’t hurt too much to let us know, you know? The girls have been eager to meet you since I picked you up.”
She took a swig from her can, then got straight to business.
“I want your cock.”
That’s how the night with her started.
You blinked.
“Huh?” you expressed blankly. She picked up the beer can once more.
“Your cock,” she repeated, “I want it.”
You were a little surprised by her sudden request, and even more surprised that she’d spoken it so plainly. She may as well have been asking about what you’d been up to that night, for all the flatness and normality of her tone.
“Why didn’t you call the other guys?” you continued to ask.
“Why do you think I messaged you privately?”
She was seated next to you on the couch, a can of beer in her hands as she stared at you. The frivolity in her voice was hard to ignore, the mischievously innocent twinkle in her eyes making you feel all sorts of things, fuzzy being the predominant sensation.
“I don't know… Maybe it was to deliver a pizza or something,” you answered her.
She laughed. “God… You’re refreshing in comparison to the others.”
You managed a shy smile. “I um… Thanks?”
Karina leaned forward in her seat. “It’s always those other three who come and fuck us when we call for it, but never you… I’ve gotten used to them, now I’m pretty curious about you.”
She folded up her left leg and tucked it beneath her right.
“Those guys are all the same—Really horny older men that just want a chance to fuck an idol,” she continued. Then she pointed at you, the base of her slender index finger wet with condensation from the beer can. “But you… I don’t know a single thing about you…”
You sat there silently for a moment. “Well there’s… Not many interesting things to know about me.”
“Nonsense,” Karina scoffed, “everyone has their flair or some kink. You just have to discover it”
Her eyes twinkled as she studied you for a moment. “You strike me as a guy who’s more on the shy side… Am I right?”
You pursed your lips, then nodded.
“And you’re pretty young… A lot younger than those three.”.
You nodded again. You knew that you were the youngest amongst the men because the other three had put their ages in their descriptions. All of them had nicknames, but you had yet to earn yours.
She let silence hang in the air for a moment as she took a swig. Then—rather abruptly—she asked you, “so how do you like your women?”
You hated how casual Karina’s tone was.
“What do you mean?” you clarified.
“You know… In bed,” Jimin explained, “how do you like them? Submissive? Dominant? Shy? You have to have a preference.”
Your sex life was pretty lacklustre in your opinion. Vanilla was the only subset you’d ever engaged in, and your session with Karina in the dressing room was the wildest thing you’d ever experienced. You never really ventured outside what you were comfortable doing, staying within the confines of what you were comfortable with.
“I never gave it much thought,” you admitted.
She raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Then I’d like to see what you can do then.”
She kept her eyes locked on you as she raised the can to her mouth. Dominating a woman in bed was not something you actively craved, though the thought of doing so with Karina did excite you to a colossal extent.
You waited till she finished her long sip. Then, your hand reached for her beer can, removing it from her slim fingers. You placed it back on the coffee table, just a little to the left of the ring of water droplets it’d formed.
Her eyes remained on you as she tried best to hide the anticipation in her tight, curvy frame. Her lower lip folded inward to allow her front teeth to bite softly into it, the slightest quiver in her soft, pink lips. Your hand slipped past the bath robe as you began at her breasts.
As your fingers wrapped themselves around the swell of her bosom, a soft gasp left her mouth. Your fingers worked in tandem with your palm, squeezing, kneading—Pleasing Karina as you played with her well-formed chest, the soft mound spilling out through the gaps between your fingers. Your fingertips played lazily with the nub that stood at attention, grazing and pinching the brown nipple as you felt her core flutter in anticipation. Her breaths quickened. She trembled with need.
Your hand began its slow journey upward. Your palm—pressed flat against her skin—slid up her tits, past her collarbone and reached her throat. When your fingers closed themselves around her windpipe, she let out a strained gasp, her pupils dilating as her eyes gained a new look, a new gleam.
Want.
Your hand closed around her throat as you wordlessly urged her up on her feet. You started to push her away from the couch, and she stumbled initially, but she quickly found her footing as you dragged her to the nearest wall, small hands clutched around your wrist. When you reached the wall, you pushed her roughly against it. The back of her head made a deep thud as it hit the plaster. You hoped to god that you hadn’t hurt her, but one look at her smiling face told you that you needn’t worry.
“That’s it,” she drawled, “show me what you can do to me.”
Hand still tight around her throat, you crushed her lips with yours, frenzied, passionate tongues duelling within the confines of her wet, hot mouth. Her hands reached around, gripping the back of your head as though wanting to press her tongue as deep as she could. With your free hand you reached up and squeezed a trembling, soft breast through her bathrobe, then it slid back down her body to untie the string that held the bathrobe together. Karina let the garment slide off her milky shoulders, the glory of her nude body now on full display.
Your fingers found her dripping slit. She moaned into your mouth. Your hand tightened around her throat, her moan slipping into a strained gasp.
“Get on your knees,” you hissed.
Karina slowly dropped to her knees, eyes locked on yours all the while. They were wide open, dripping with anticipation and perverse gratitude. You could see her body trembling with excitement.
Her fingers worked with practised grace at your pants—Unfastening, undoing, undressing. She unwrapped you like a present, the fiery hot lust in her gaze bleeding her doe-like eyes with want and desire. Your cock sprang from its bounds, hard and stiff, and there was no hesitation when she stuck out her tongue. She began at your base, nestling her entire face into your crotch before her wet, warm tongue darted out and licked you from base to tip. Slowly, she lathered your shaft with her glistening saliva, curling the tip of her tongue around, beneath and all over, licking up your already leaking juices that oozed from your tip.
Your hand found the side of her head. With care, you gently combed a hand through her soft, silky hair, watching contentedly as Karina’s tongue made a repeated commute on the path that was your shaft, sliding from base to tip, base to tip, over and over and over. She smelt of soap, a sign that she’d gotten ready for you. It would be a shame that the work put into smelling good would come undone in a matter of minutes.
Your right palm approached the front of her head. You pushed forward until you heard a not-so-gentle thud—The sound of her head hitting the wall. The needy moan that left her lips at the impact told you that what she felt is not at all pain, rather a sense of pressure that was derived from a dark part of her. You continued to press her head against the wall as you slid your cock into her mouth, her soft pink lips parting to take it in.
With your hands on either side of her skull, you began to fuck her mouth.
She choked slightly on your first few thrusts, gagging and retching slightly at the unforgiving, stiff meat invading her mouth at a merciless pace. But soon, she got used to it.
Soon, she adapts, her surprise giving way to experience and lust. Soon, she learned to brace her hands against your thighs in order to keep her head and mouth at a steady enough level to take you again and again without gagging.
You groaned, moaned and sighed with each thrust into Karina’s mouth, her eyes staring up at you all the while. Her mouth was wet and hot. Her tongue was aggressive and teasing.
Her lips—Those pretty, plump fucking lips that looked so good around your cock—Were wrapped tightly around the thick, hard cock pumping in and out of her face.
The sight of your shaft, slick with her spit as it plunged in and out of her mouth, was sublime. You can’t keep your gaze from her eyes for long, quickly flicking your focus back on the orbs that were wide open and locked on yours as you took pleasure from her pretty little mouth. They were still needy, wanton and lustful. They still showed her craving, her want, her longing. They began to water, tears falling down her cheeks as her mascara started to streak her face. She couldn’t give a damn about the mess you’ve made of her face, not when you were using what was yours. Your cock stretched her mouth, made her jaw sore. She didn’t care, didn't even feel the pain. All she could feel is your stiff shaft, pumping in and out, burying and retracting at a relentless pace.
When the tip of your cock first pushed into her throat, she gagged sharply. You were almost afraid you’d crossed the line, afraid you’d actually hurt her. But when one of the hands she had placed on your hips slipped down her body and dove between her legs, you knew that she was loving every second of the treatment. You pushed, thrusting deeper and harder into her mouth. Your head invaded her willing throat with each thrust into her mouth, wet, slurping, gurgling sounds of her slick mouth being fucked over and over again with your hard throbbing cock filling the air, a lewd melody to your ears as you properly fucked Karina’s pretty little face.
Soft thuds of the back of her head knocking against the back of the wall resonate in your ears, small muffled and strained moans that escape intermittently floating through the air. There were so many sounds, and they deluged your senses, turning you delirious with pleasure.You used her, and you used her well. The minutes passed, but they felt like hours. Her mouth felt like heaven.
“I’m going to cum down your fucking throat,” you growled. The wet, wordless gurgle that escaped Karina’s throat might have been the most arousing sound you ever heard her make.
With a final thrust, you push your cock as deep as you can inside her mouth, and you release.
When you cum, your cock spurts thick, hot semen right down her throat. She gagged and gurgled, almost choking on your hot load. Her hand that was busy between her legs quickly returned to your thigh, and she quickly learned to swallow to keep pace with the thick liquid being shot into the back of her mouth.
It was utterly sublime. The sight of her on her knees with her eyes locked on yours, eyelids quivering as she struggled to swallow your semen fast enough only heightens the sheer pleasure of it all. Thick semen mixed with spit spilled from the corners of her lips with a wet cough when she finally failed to swallow fast as you could unload it into her mouth. She gagged again, but made sure to keep your spasming, quivering cock inside her mouth until you finally ran dry and your slick, still-hard cock slips from between tired lips.
She licked it all up, cleaning it all, every drop, from base to tip. She licked you clean, even if she herself looked dirty and filthy while doing so. Her cheeks were stained with dark streaks, her lips and chin glistening from spit, saliva and cum that dripped down her neck. You reached down and caressed a tear-streaked cheek, taking in her unkempt appearance that paralleled her usual complex.
“Get up,” you told her, “I’m not done with you yet.”
Her obedience was delightful. When she rose, you spun her around and—not too gently—pushed on the small of her back. Her mascara streaked cheek contacts the plaster, her body arching deliciously, her ass protruding towards you. She looked so deliciously fuckable, and you knew damn well that she knew that too.
“This is what you wanted, right?” you growled, “you wanted to see how well I could use your little body, didn’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” she hissed back immediately, her voice hoarse and raspy, “I want you to fucking use me, use ever part of me to your liking…”
She gasped when your still hard shaft rubbed against her heat. Her hands braced themselves against the wall, her body relaxed and resigned as you deliver a slap to her ass.
“Fuck Karina,” you couldn’t help but vocalise as you squeeze the firm flesh, “I love your body so much…”
“Do you?” she whispered, “then please fu—”
She never expected you to slip into her mid-sentence. Her sentence is abruptly ended, making way for a moan that cuts in and leaves her mouth.
“What’s that Karina?” you taunted, “I can’t hear you.”
Her body shuddered as you sheathed yourself completely with her hot, tight pussy. Her walls squeeze down on either side as if they were taking a mould of your cock, imprinting its shape, size and length to fit it like a glove. Then shamelessly, Karina lets her plea tumble from her lips.
“Fuck me.”
The moan that filled your ears was nothing short of erotic when you began to thrust into the waiting depths of that amazing body. Her soft breasts became your surface of contact—your grips on her tight yet curvy body as you pumped yourself deep into Karina’s wanton pussy. She felt tighter than the first time you’d entered her, her moans even more needy than the first time you’d heard them, her body even more delicious than the first time you’d seen it. Her hair cascaded past her shoulders, and you made the effort to push it away so that you can get the best view of her arched back.
“Fuck! Your—hngh… Your cock is fucking me so good! Ah!”
For a long few minutes, your eyes stayed on the tantalising curve of her back, admiring the sweat slicked skin that glistened in the light on the apartment as her ass cheeks rippled with each thrust made into her dripping wet slit. Her breaths quickly become ragged, Karina’s lungs quickly becoming unable to keep up with the demand of oxygen that was needed to take the pounding you were giving her. She struggled to stay on her feet, her knees buckling under the weight of the arousal in her being. You had to step a little closer to support her against that wall.
The arousal derived from the videos of her getting fucked by the other men were a mere grains of sand—nothing in comparison to the pleasure that you were experiencing. You’d watch the videos that were taken, observing through the screen of your phone with wide eyes and a rock hard boner as Karina’s body was ravished by another guy. Her cute moans—even cuter in person—would fill your ears through your headphones at home, a rock hard shaft eliciting more cries of similar quality as the sound of her skin slapping against his would emanate from the earbuds in your ears. You could only re-imagine the feel of her warm cunt wrapped around your length, pulsing and pressing in on your member as your hand pumped you to completion. Now that she was right here, getting fucked by you right here, right now, you found that your imagination pained in comparison to what you had pictured in your head.
To say that her pussy was sublime would be an understatement. You didn’t know what the best word to describe the sensation of fucking her was, but you knew that it would follow closely along the lines of divine. Each entrance felt like heaven, each thrust felt like the embodiment of bliss. The holy grail that was Yoo Jimin’s body was bringing you pleasure like no other, an unparalleled, unchallenged taste of heaven.
“Oh go… M-My pussy feels so fucking full… O-Oh!” she managed to gasp, “y-you’re filling me! My pussy has never… Felt… So good!”
You leaned in such that you were right in her ear. “Do you like how my cock stretches you out, Karina?”
“F-Fuck yes! I love it! I… Ah! Fucking love it!” came her whiny reply.
Her body began to rock back against yours, her crotch crashing onto yours. You gritted your teeth; your grip on her left breast tightened. Karina’s hair whipped back, raven black, sweat matted strands sent flying. She looked back at you, her face scrunched in an expression of bliss. Her lips, wrapped around your cock mere minutes before, were slightly parted, giving space for moans and sighs and gasps to spill freely from her throat. Her eyes were filled with need. Against the wall, her hands tighten into fists.
“Pull… On my hair,” she requested wantonly, “pull on it like I’m a fucking doll.”
The emphasis on the word doll aroused you to no end. Your right hand left her breast, capturing a handful of Karina’s hair in a makeshift ponytail that you gripped tightly. You yanked back. Her pussy tightened. An expletive comes flying from her mouth. Your shaft glistened with the mix of her juices and spit, slipping in and out between her flushed, slick folds seamlessly as you held on to that lock of hair like reigns on a horse.
“Yes… Yes… Just… Just like this!” she cried, “fuck me just like this!”
Her eyes were half lidded with pleasure, the tender flesh of her ass cheeks bouncing and rippling. You wished you had a mirror before you, that way you could watch the hypnotic bounce of her breasts as her body was rocked with your thrusts, but you could settle with the view of her trembling back. The tiny, slim figure that so many adored quivered before you, pleasure and excitement wracking her nerves and filling her muscles, occupying every cell of her body while you fucked her with deep, fast thrusts. It looked exactly as it had in one of the videos in the group chat, only difference being that it was more raw and far more lewd.
You freed your left hand from her left breast to push down on her back, the gradient of the curve of her spine becoming steeper as you forced her lower. Your cock reached new depths in this position, spearing deeper into her willing pussy and filling her in a more intimate manner. Her moans, gasps and sighs were lewd notes of pleasure, and they began to crescendo as the thick, hard, throbbing meat plunging into her tight little cunt heightens the pleasure coursing through her system.
At some point, you started to feel her walls growingly tighten. You increased your tempo, drilling in and out of the tight hot warmth of her body with quick, deep strokes. With each stroke you didn’t pull out more than halfway, concentrating instead on pumping hard and fast. Her body quickly adapted, crashing down harder against you each time you bottomed out inside of her. Her moans turned into her cries, her cries turned into mewls.
“Oh god… I-I’m—”
She never got to finish her sentence. It took an otherworldly will to not join Karina in her bliss when she came. With a strained cry, you felt her walls clamp down, her body twitching and convulsing. Her legs shook violently, her mouth frozen in a silent scream as you step forward and flush her body completely against the wall. For long minutes, you stayed buried deep inside Karina as she climaxed, holding on to her slim waist to support her. She shook in your grasp, the orgasm overtaking her brain functions and overwhelming her to the point of speechlessness. She takes a moment to wind down.
“Karina…” you whispered. When she turned back to look at you, you gently placed your lips on hers. She kissed you back with equal tenderness, a small sigh escaping her as you gently fondled her breasts.
“You’ve been holding on to my tits this whole time,” she remarked, breath fully returned. “You must really like them, huh?”
“Can you blame me?” you asked. Karina smiled teasingly.
“I can’t… All of the guys love my tits,” she told you, “you’re the only one that hasn’t fucked them yet.”
You took the hint, your cock slipping out of her freshly fucked pussy with a slick pop as you stepped back. Her sweaty body had left an imprint on the wall, the spot where her cheek had been pressed a dark spot of moisture. You could only look at it for a second longer before Karina took you by the hand. She led you back to the couch, getting you settled in on it before she took her place on her knees.
With a smile, she cupped her heavy breasts with her hands. “You don’t have to tell me when you’re going to cum. I like surprises.”
Karina took a moment to spit on your cock, a long rope of her glistening saliva landing squarely on your head. She pumped your shaft a few times, ensuring that her spit was mixed thoroughly into the mixture of her juices that slicked your member.
When she leaned forward and captured your shaft between her soft, warm breasts, your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, everything seemed to go quiet. It was only when Karina started to move that your senses were restored to you.
Trapping your cock in a tunnel of warmth and wetness, she began to bounce her mounds along on your length, thrusting the shaft between her breasts—up and down, up and down. You watched the scene play out in front of you, enjoying the pleasure radiating from your shaft, travelling up your spine and intoxicating your brain. Her hands travelled towards the front of her breasts as she captured her own nipples with her index finger and thumb, pinching the stiff peaks as she bounced her mounds up and down on your stiff dick. You weren’t shy, conveying your pleasure through soft groans and sighs. All the while, Yoo Jimin fixed you with a smile, one that was pure and innocent enough to make the adulterated act seem so pure.
“Do you like it?” she whispered, “do you like my tits milk your cock?”
“Fuck yes Karina,” you hissed.
She suddenly stopped for a moment. You felt her hands grasp on to yours, guiding them to grip either one of her amazingly soft breasts in each hand.
“Take control,” she invited you, “set the pace. Cum whenever you want.”
For a moment, you took in the sight of Karina’s tits wrapped around your slick shaft. Then the pure, animalistic desire for pleasure took over, and you were squeezing her breasts together, keeping them tightly-knit around your dick like a sleeve while you pumped between her sweaty cleavage. She let her hands rest on either side of your thighs, a soft gleam in her eyes as she watched your cock disappear and reappear between her mounds.
When she started to stick her tongue out to catch the underside of your sensitive head, the curse that flew out of your mouth was one that was loud and resonant, travelling up into the air and blending with the lewd squelching and slapping in the air. You heard her giggle, a warped sound of delight as she watched you pump faster and faster between her breasts. Her hot breath blanketed the head of your cock, the softness of her tongue cushioning your dick against it as it made it disappeared and reappeared through the tunnel of bliss.
When you came, time came to a standstill. You could pinpoint the exact moment when the first rope of cum left your dick, smearing on the insides of Karina’s tits as your shaft speared past the summit of her breasts. Then you held your position, hot, thick ropes of semen spurting forth and creating a mess out of Karina. She closed her eyes, letting the warm fluid coat her face and chest in content, her hands cupping her breasts for you as your orgasm inundated your mind. Every corner, every inch of your brain was wracked with ecstasy, a feeling like no other washing over your body.
You weren’t sure when your eyes had shut themselves, but when they opened, you found that Karina had resumed the movements of her breasts up along your shaft, gently and tenderly milking every last drop out of your spent and sore cock. She waits till your dick stops twitching to withdraw before proceeding to eagerly clean herself up, scooping up the gooey ropes that painted her upper body with her fingers so that she could send them into her mouth. You watched her clean herself thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned.
With a look of satisfaction, she rose up and settled down next to you on the couch. Her hand slipped under your chin, gingerly turning your face towards her.
“I don't think I want to share you with the rest,” she whispered, “you can be exclusively mine… How does that sound?”
Wearily, you nodded.
With another one of those pure smiles that purged the sheer filth of the act from the air, Karina sealed the deal with a kiss.
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Hello, this was a pure BFH fic that I wrote, so it's not exactly the most coherent and well edited, but I just want to get it out :p. Hope you guys enjoy!
~Nichuuu
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ok so for our friends trying to keep up from liveblogs (love you to death) here's an off the cuff summary of the main points of today's mini event:
the timer ended, the members were instructed to return to the timer dungeon
the dungeon had reset and the mobs (etc.) respawned so the squad cleared it
at the bottom the buttons had been removed from the doors to the timer room. inside, the code entity waited on the stage
the code dropped a book for them and vanished
the book instructed two teams to go to two sets of coordinates, near spawn; the group split into teams of 6 and went to them
(the frosted glass to my knowledge is unchanged)
the coordinates were for identical underground rooms below a trapdoor and down a ladder; not federation quartz
in the rooms there was a redstone puzzle, which, once completing, started a create mod machine that manufactured train tracks
QSMP in the chat said "the train is leaving" so the members hustled for the train station at spawn
the train was gone
the members followed the tracks. at the end, the nether portals were active
the few fastest members were able to get through and found the train in the nether, however they were kicked out and the nether portal broken.
etoiles attempted to build his own and it teleported him to spawn
(THE NETHER IS STILL CLOSED)
qsmp global tweeted an image
the prevailing theory among the members at the moment is that the seven people featured here are korean boy band BTS lmfao
anyway that's all we know love ya have a good one
#qsmp#qsmp spoilers#qsmp liveblog#that should cover it i think lmk if there's a different filter i should tag#also btw i missed the first ~10 minutes due to work so apologies if i misunderstood something#i TOO at that moment was keeping up through liveblogs#shut up vic#block game brainrot
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For some reason I found it hilarious that Q!Foolish thought that Q!Cellbit was joking when he said he ate someone before, and discovering from Richas that yes, Q!Cellbit really was a cannibal and ate Q!Pac leg at some point when they are locked up in Alcatraz some years ago
Like, I think not only Q!Foolish thought that Q!Cellbit was just kidding about being a cannibal before but maybe some of the others who heard about him being a cannibal?
But not only that!
When Q!Pac and Q!Mike are escaping from the Federation Prison, and Q!Pac tricked the police man and stole the keys from his backpack without thinking twice or when Q!Mike started beating up the police man and Q!Pac helped him, but Q!Mike was the one who killed him and it showed up in global chat and the reaction from Q!Philza and Q!Foolish are amazing!
Because Q!Foolish looks so shocked for a whole minute and starts laughing like "Oh my God, maybe I fucked up"
And Q!Philza is shocked but so amazed when he saw that Q!Mike killed the guard and started cheering up in the chat
(Q!Forever started cheering up too, but I didn't see his POV to know how he reacted. And Q!Cellbit, well he was confused about who was Guard, but the moment he saw that Q!Mike killed him he was so proud and smiling like "I knew they would escape from there without needing help" and cheered up in chat too and well... Told then to do exactly like he did back when they are locked up together)
I think because the Favela Five are all too nice and warm-hearted with everyone, they sometimes don't fully believe that every single one of the Favela Five have a dark past and are capable of going apeshit if they really want (yes, even Q!Felps I belive, because of how unpredictable and random he can be sometimes)
I don't think they ever will go full apeshit because they have each other to like keep the other calm and bring them back to their senses?
But yeah, this is was all to say that I love how nobody really asked the full backstory of the brazilians, I don't know if it is because they think they don't remember their past (when they already told that they do) or simple bc they don't really thought of asking them
But I love it, because the reaction of the people of the island when they do something that seems crazy but totally in character for the brazilians just amazes me gwkwhaowjqoaja
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AITA for wanting to stay in an important team position?
(For reference: 🎮🎮🤖)
(Sorry for the long post and any bad grammar!!)
So i (16F) am in a robotics team at my school, we take part in a pretty big national and global competition called FIRST.
recently my team got through to national stages, which is a MASSIVE deal, not exactly an everyday occurrence.
Our robot requires two drivers, one for the main body, and one for the arm. The whole time we’ve had the robot working, i have been the arm driver (apart from a couple lunchtime sessions where other people tried it out briefly) and took part in the actual qualifying rounds. I’m also the CAD designer so i designed the claw part and know what i have to do to make it move in the correct fashion and not damage it. My friend Pen (not any real names ofc) is the main body driver and has spent so much time working on the robot no one is disputing her driving.
The problem comes in with two people - Plane and Bolt. I’ve never particularly gotten on with Plane, while ive been kind of neutral with Bolt. There’s no active hostile feelings with us at the moment, but they have been pretty aggressive to people in the past, gatekeeping roles and new people joining - they had a huge fight on the team group chat over it with my friend Keyboard. They also tried to stop Pen (who was originally doing software) and another person in our team (ill call her Remote) from being engineers, but im the end Plane and Bolt did none of the hard work, doing very easy things while Remote and Pen were left doing all the manual work on the body, while i attached the arm.
Both Plane and Bolt decided in the week before the qualifying event that they wanted to drive the arm, and that we should rotate at the event. Thankfully the supervising teacher got involved and told them no, i had put in the time, he guessed maybe they could try do some more practise before the national event. Me and Pen were drivers in that and are now in the top 19% of global drivers, which i am insanely happy about. Despite being ill the day of the event, Plane was the human player, which means you still get to be around the field while not directly touching the controllers or the robot, but can help.
The first session after the event, Plane comes up to me saying how badly she wanted to be the driver and she was going to put in the practise. I told her that I didn’t want to be mean, please don’t take this the wrong way, but it depends on what our teacher says, and really, it’s a matter of skill. Me and Pen have had the time practising together, it’s not a personal attack on you. The next event is only 8 weeks away (a lot of that is holiday) so im really sorry, but it’s not up to me. You’ll have to take it up with the teacher.
She was obviously not happy with this and walked out of the room without saying anything else. I’m panicking that I was too rude but she’s been far more aggressive to me before and I haven’t got super pissed at her for it?
The rest of the team apart from Plane and Bolt agree with me, and I really want to stay driver because honestly I enjoy it. It’s something im good enough at as well, and I don’t super enjoy just sitting in the audience feeling useless.
Tumblr, AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!
Adrien's amoks!!! Oh my gosh, she didnt notice the wedding rings!
Marinette almost killed Adrien! The entire time their conversation went down Marinette didnt realize that she was holding Adrien at gun point! That changes the entire nature of the situation! Dont tell me that it doesn't, it absolutely does!
Oh gosh this was so much worse that I thought! I need to further look into this. I was already of the opinion that believing that Gabriel gave Marinette his BLESSING after she basically told him in nice words that she will for the greater good let Adrien, as a then orphan, pay for all of his family's sins and mistakes on a disastrous globally scale is absolute insanity or blatant denial, but THIS???
look closer:
You can see Adrien's rings, oh my god...
Gabriel is talking about the day Adrien was born and how happy he made Emilie and him - that he was there little miracle - and Marinette is here not realizing that Gabriel knows exactly that she's ONE word away from making Adrien met his death in a mere second! Even Gabriel and Nathalie still had longer life-spans than the few moments Adrien was at the risk of having left if Gabriel made a wrong move or said the wrong thing!
No wonder Gabriel behaved as well as he did! And no wonder that all of this so quickly became entirely about Adrien while Gabriel kept catching glances at her hand resting on his:
"And Adrien will be miserable"
How have we gotten so far by now that I'm agreeing with Gabriel's faces here?? Adrien would be DEAD! She's even saying that her powers cant remedy any of this, how is this real?
Bug Noire is currently the threat towards Adrien's entire existence. The episode almost had Marinette kill Adrien/ Chat Noir with his own Miraculous! With PLAGG! Gabriel had to end up playing along to de-escalate the threat that SHE posed to Adrien!
I'm stressed right now!
Girl, take that hand away!
Thank you...
Oh gosh, this was so much worse than I though. Marinette is absolutely screwed and she doesn't even know why! Don't think for a second that this didn't had consequences via Gabriel's wish! Gabriel's love for his son very much exists and always has and it's by far the worst thing in Adrien's entire life!
I don't care if you truly think the scale of the wish is nothing but on the smallest dimension of 1:1 just because that's the damn berry explanation Gimmi gave for an easy understanding while obviously being characterized to be annoyed with humanity for how they treat them and how pathetically trivial the things are for Gimmi the humans wished for in the past, and the ending didnt immediately present you with the grand answer of how every chain reaction worked.
It's a reality changing wish after 5 seasons of built-up from the one damn person the show explained to you in ever way possible that it would be an world ending catastrophe if he got his wish!
If there is one bastard who didn't use Gimmi for something small and noble its the fucking MAIN VILLAIN before he dies and the hero almost killed their child who is the hero's love interest!
Come ON people!
#ml spoilers#ml recreation#gabriel i swear to fucking god#miraculous#bug noire#Marinette almost killed Adrien im going insane#she didnt even notice#that changes the entire scene#And yall actually believe Marinette got Gabriels BLESSING#ml season 5#Just wanna make clear#This isn't meant to be salt#I'm just pointing out what's clearly on screen and give my low-key bugged opinion on it
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[CN] Li Zeyan’s 2024 Birthday: Former Times Date (Eng Translation)
“Perhaps, from the moment we met eighteen years ago, fate had already quietly written our today.”
“Li Zeyan, it was your appearance that made me start to believe in the existence of fate.”
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 昔年约会, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡
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【Prologue】
As soon as I arrive at the main entrance of the Riverside Plaza, I notice a woman in professional attire walking towards me with quick steps.
??: Miss MC, hello. I’m Wang Yi from the Publicity Department of the City Hall.
MC: Hello, Miss Wang.
After shaking hands with each other, I take out a pre-signed agreement document from my tote bag and hand it to her.
MC: I’ve already signed the temporary usage agreement for Riverside Plaza’s venue. Please have a look.
She efficiently flips to the last page, confirms the signatures, and hands me a temporary access ID card along with a map of Riverside Plaza.
Wang Yi: I’ve already taken care of informing everyone involved and have reserved the time you’ll be needing.
Wang Yi: On January 13th, there won’t be anyone bothering you here, except for the patrol staff.
MC: Really, thank you guys so much.
Wang Yi: No worries. Director Chen mentioned you have very important memories here… and besides, you are the main person in charge of the promotional video for Riverside Plaza.
Wang Yi: In terms of both emotions and reason, this little help is nothing.
It’s not until I watch her departing into the distance that I begin to earnestly take in the recently completed Riverside Plaza before me––
The use of minimalist lines sketches out several strikingly modern structures, while in the not-so-distant surroundings, an artificial mountain rises, cloaking everything in front of me in lush greenery.
Such a strong contrast momentarily makes me forget what the park where I first met Li Zeyan looked like.
MC: I wonder what his reaction will be when he sees the drastic transformation here.
Saying this, I lower my head to look at the bag full of birthday gifts I’ve brought, and a smile slowly spreads across my face.
MC: But no matter what, Li Zeyan, I’ll definitely make you happy~
Just as these words leave my mouth, my phone in my pocket suddenly rings. I take it out, only to see the familiar avatar unmistakably displayed on the screen.
Smiling, I answer the call and start speaking even before he can say anything.
MC: Hehe, I was just thinking about you, and here you are calling. What’s up~?
LZY: A certain dummy hasn’t made a peep all day, and I’m a little not used to such quietness. What are you up to?
MC: Ah~ Turns out someone was missing me.
Grinning, I sling the “gift bag” over my shoulder and head inside, chatting as I walk.
MC: Me?... I’m preparing a birthday surprise for you right now~
The voice on the other end of the line clearly freezes for a moment, followed by soft laughter.
LZY: How come you’re not keeping me in suspense this year?
MC: Because your birthday happens to be on the weekend this year.
MC: Since we don’t have anything else in our itinerary, you must know that I’m planning a surprise for you!
MC: So, there is no point in keeping you in suspense. I just need to work hard to not fall short of your expectations~
My eyes crinkle into a smile, and I halt in my steps. Then, I take out one of the gift boxes and place it under the bench in front of me.
Just as I’m mulling over where to hide the remaining gift boxes, Li Zeyan’s voice sounds once again, his tone neither too soft nor too heavy.
In the winter breeze, this voice inexplicably brings me a touch of warmth––
LZY: Dummy, you don’t need to work so hard.
LZY: As long as you’re around on that day, it doesn’t matter where we go or what we do.
LZY: Because the most important thing has been by my side for a long time now.
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【Chapter 1】
MC: Happy Birthday!!
Early in the morning, the second I hear the sound of movement coming from the bedroom, I immediately burst in, carrying the cake with Pudding accompanying me.
Li Zeyan, who has risen from the blanket, watches us as we shower rose petals on him, his eyes widening slightly.
After processing the situation, he laughs somewhat helplessly.
LZY: A certain someone disappeared early in the morning; turns out she was preparing a surprise.
MC: Judging by the birthday star’s expression, bet you must have been shocked by my surprise, huh~
Hearing this, a glint of teasing surfaces in his eyes.
LZY: Indeed, you did give me a good scare.
LZY: I even thought someone was “breaking in.” [1]
MC: Well, I’m certainly gonna hijack all your unhappiness today!
He smiles and pulls my randomly flailing arm, hugging me to his side. Then, he glances down at the cake in my hands.
LZY: Looks like my stomach has already been hijacked by you first.
LZY: You squealed me out of bed at twelve a.m. for a bowl of longevity noodles, and now you want me to eat cake?
MC: These are all my blessings~
At this moment, Pudding suddenly reaches out his paw, lightly smearing a bit of cream on Li Zeyan’s face.
Seeing him momentarily frozen, I can’t hold back and burst into laughter.
MC: Haha, our Pudding is also wishing you a happy birthday~
LZY: After being with you for so long, even he has become more childish.
MC: It’s only natural for a family to become more and more alike~
He nods contemplatively. Then, he bends down and gently nuzzles against me, leaving a cool sensation on my face.
MC: Whoa! Why did you pull a sneak attack on me?
LZY: You said it yourself – it’s only natural for a family to become more and more alike.
Even though his tone is composed, a twinkle of amusement betrays his eyes. The overlapping laughter and soft cream melts and spreads in the sweet-scented air.
After washing up, he slices a piece from the cake and doesn’t forget to put the reddest strawberry in my mouth.
LZY: Your blessing tastes good.
LZY: So, what’s your plan for taking me to do later?
Smiling, I wink at him.
MC: Haven’t you heard? The construction of the Riverside Plaza is already complete~
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MC: The next time we come here, it will be called “Riverside Plaza.”
Ten months ago, the park where Li Zeyan and I first met when we were kids was slated for redevelopment by the city hall and was soon to be incorporated into a large urban public space – “Riverside Landscape.”
Before the construction began, we returned there once again after several years.
The park, dust-laden in memories, had remained almost unchanged in its original appearance. It beckoned to us from across the long years.
MC: Though, don’t you think the park seems to have gotten a bit smaller…
Holding Li Zeyan’s hand, I repeatedly measured the size of the sandbox with our footsteps and couldn’t help but feel a sense of incredulity.
MC: I can’t believe it only takes a dozen steps to make a circle now. I remember how I could play the whole afternoon in the past.
LZY: It indicates that a certain dummy has been particularly engrossed in playing this game since childhood.
MC: Well, you’d still be next to me and watch me play~
MC: Speaking of which, thankfully, this little me had big dreams.
MC: That’s how I could become your one and only best friend among so many kids in the entire park!
Hearing my exaggerated tone, he seemed unable to hold back a small laugh.
LZY: That’s your standard for a “big dream?”
MC: Of course! Zeyan gege was so cool back then, and he never seemed to rashly make friends with others. [2]
MC: Mm-hmph, but if I had known you were a kid without dreams, I might not have played with you!
LZY: …who said I didn’t have dreams when I was a kid?
The next second, seeing me immediately cast a curious gaze his way, he seemed to stop talking somewhat regretfully.
I kept swinging his hand, adopting an expression that vowed not to give up until I heard the answer. After waiting for quite a while, I finally got a soft sigh of compromise from him.
LZY: You can listen, but you have to hear the premise too. It was just a casual remark I made when I was little, not exactly a serious dream.
MC: So, you were playing coy earlier. But if CEO Li doesn’t say it today, he won’t be adorable anymore! Tell me, tell me~
LZY: …Pianist.
My eyes widen for a moment, picturing Li Zeyan playing the piano, and I can’t control my eyes crinkling as I smile.
MC: Hahaha, even CEO Li had such a whimsical dream!
LZY: [extremely helpless laugh] I told you, it was just something I said without much thought when I was a kid.
MC: But when I imagine how you’d look in a tailcoat, it does quite suit your temperament.
MC: So, when we return home today, will I be fortunate enough to hear the playing of the Grand Pianist Li?~
LZY: Nope.
MC: Oh, c’mon, just play it casually; even just putting on a show would be fine too.
LZY: [helplessly amused tone] Your current dream is not small at all, I must say.
Our light-hearted, trivial laughter and chatter scattered throughout the park, and in a trance, we brushed past our childhood memories.
We strolled aimlessly, and when the curtain of twilight fell, neither of us uttered a word about leaving.
It wasn’t until we saw the construction vehicles approaching from a distance that we tacitly cast our gaze for one last time at this piece of land.
MC: I wonder what this little park will turn into the next time we see it?
LZY: If you’re curious, let’s come and check it out together once it’s completed.
His voice was soft, but he spoke with sincerity.
LZY: In any case, its finest appearance has already been preserved in the passage of time.
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[Tidbits]:
[1] It’s a small nod to his 2nd birthday date, where MC “broke into his house” to surprise him LOL, though this time it wasn’t necessary b/c she lives here haha~
[2] don’t think I need to again; still just a reminder– MC used to address Li Zeyan as “Zeyan gege” when they were kids. For those unaware, when a Chinese girl addresses a boy as gēge (an intimate term of address), if not used to address her own older brother, she’d use it to address her boyfriend~ and the reason it got both Victor and MC flustered the first time they reminisced in Preference SP~ It’s similar to how oppa (in KR) and onii-chan (in JP) works in cases like this haha~ (//∇//)
You can refer to this post for more details: ♡♡
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【Chapter 2】
In the damp winter haze of the south, two interconnected artificial mountain ranges embrace the brand-new Riverside Plaza.
The lines of modern architecture in the square appear to escape from the shackles of steel and concrete, blending seamlessly with the natural landscape.
I take a satisfying deep breath, allowing the fresh air to instantly fill my nostrils.
MC: Looks so much more beautiful than before.
LZY: The concepts for this renovation are very new, and the execution on the ground is pretty commendable.
LZY: But I recall that this place will only be open to the public around mid-year.
MC: Yeah, you’re right. But it’s your birthday today, so it’s perfectly normal for magical things to happen~
Seeing my wink that hints at my intention to keep it a secret to the end, he helplessly raises his eyebrows.
LZY: A certain someone seems to be leveraging her personal connections for me a lot recently.
MC: If it weren’t for CEO Li’s help along the way, I wouldn’t even have the small network I’ve built up today.
MC: “Always think of its source when you drink water”-- it’s but a fundamental principle in life.
LZY: [laughs softly] Does your fundamental principle also include sweet talk?
MC: This is called the use of some rhetorical devices to convey a heartfelt expression. Every word of mine is sincere~
Amidst the laughter and chatter, as we approach the place where I had placed a gift in advance, even my footsteps gain a little excited spring.
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3… 2… 1 –– I silently count as I lead him around the corner, and a delicate gift box appears on a bench not too far away.
I discreetly sneak a glance at the person next to me and see that he seems to be in a daze for a moment. Soon after, he quickly catches on, and a smile of realization spills out from the corners of his lips.
LZY: Looks like a certain someone has already been here in advance.
MC: After all, this place holds very special meaning for us. But more importantly, it’s your birthday today~
MC: Since we have the opportunity to acquaint ourselves with it once again, I want to create some new memories that belong to us~
With the expectation in my gaze, he opens the gift box–– inside is a bottle of wine labeled with the year he was born.
MC: Hehe, your first gift is a red wine meticulously selected by MC~ It’s the best-tasting one I selected among many wines!
LZY: Does a certain someone’s idea of the best taste mean it’s “very sweet?” [3]
MC: Huh? How did you know…
A barely imperceptible curve graces the corners of his lips, though he doesn’t reply to my question.
LZY: So, did you just say this is the first gift?
It’s only now that I remember something, and, akin to presenting a treasure, I pull out a gift map.
MC: That’s right~ There are still nine more gifts scattered in the streets, waiting for their owner to bring them home.
LZY: You’ve prepared ten gifts for a single birthday? [4]
MC: Uh-huh. After all, my feelings outweigh these gifts by far, but at the very least, the figure gives a hint, right~
Seeing me use my hands and feet to gesture exaggeratedly, he laughs in spite of himself and takes hold of my hand.
LZY: [gives a precious laugh] Well, let’s hurry up then. I don’t want a certain dummy’s feelings that are lying scattered to wait for too long.
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MC: Jeez…
As I watch him retrieve the final gift box straight from the ice cream parlor, my eyes widen in astonishment.
MC: How did you do that?
LZY: It’s not difficult to guess a dummy’s thoughts.
Noticing a glint of complacency flicker in his eyes, I pout a little, unwilling to resign myself.
MC: If you’re really that good, then take a guess at what’s inside the gift box?
LZY: What if I guess correctly?
MC: In that case, you can put forward any conditions you please~
He lowers his eyes to the gift box, and soon, a hint of interest curls at the corners of his lips. Watching him muttering to himself irresolutely, I swiftly regain my complacency.
MC: I knew it! How could you possibly guess~
LZY: Is it a flipbook comic?
MC: …!
I find myself rooted to the spot in incredulity, falling into serious contemplation.
MC: Seriously? I drew this at the store, so there’s no way I could have accidentally filled in the wrong recipient’s phone number…
MC: And, I intentionally didn’t bring it home… so, there’s no chance you could have seen it beforehand!
MC: Weird, how on earth did you figure it out?
He gives me a playful look, then turns the side of the gift box towards me.
A label reading “Hand-drawn Flipbook Comic” is prominently affixed on it.
MC: …how could you cheat!
LZY: You said it yourself–– the birthday star has the final say today.
He laughs candidly, opens the gift box, and takes out the comic book.
As he slowly turns the pages, the changing sequence of images gradually brings a story to life.
The soccer ball that came flying knocked down the sandcastle. Faced with the girl’s loud sobs, the boy was flustered and at a loss for what to do. Finally, he quelled her tears with a pudding.
Probably because the girl always had something to say, and the boy was always willing to listen–– as a matter of course, the two naturally became playmates.
Seeing that an unforeseen accident took place and caused the two to lose contact, Li Zeyan slows down his pace of flipping the pages.
During that prolonged separation, the girl, just like him, grew up well in her own world.
When his fingertips turns the final page, a sunshower drizzles down without warning, bearing witness to their reunion on the sidewalk of fate. [5]
With yearning, his gaze lingers on the page for a long, long time, as if he is looking back to that day through the paper.
MC: It’s a bit of a pity; this was already the thickest book in the store. I originally wanted to continue drawing more into the future.
He looks at me, his gaze deep.
LZY: We already know how the story unfolded after that.
LZY: As for the story that will unfold in the days to come, we will know that, too, as time goes on.
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[Tidbits]:
[3] It’s a nod to a term MC often uses for Li Zeyan– “世界第一甜李泽言” (world's sweetest Li Zeyan) and the nickname CN fans have for him 李甜甜 (Sweet Li); which is also discussed in the call for this date that she wanted to choose a wine that fits him the best and apparently drunk texted in the process LOL.
[4] Guess all Li Zeyan stans know the significance of the number “10” ahah the source of all angst, but in the light of this date, it’s also a nod to Li Zeyan’s age when he and MC first met.
[5] Likely not necessary LOL, but a refresher anyway — it’s the reference to S1 CH 1, the impending car crash and their fated reunion ahah— ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
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【Chapter 3】
MC: I hereby declare that the gift-finding mission is a complete success!
Watching me dancing for joy and ticking off the last empty space on the list, Li Zeyan can’t help but break into laughter.
LZY: Obviously, I’m the one who received the gifts, but you seem even happier than me.
MC: Because once again, your reunion with this land has been branded with my mark!
MC: No matter how that little park’s appearance may change, whenever this place crosses your mind, you will always think of me!
LZY: [laughs helplessly] Dummy, thinking of you has never had anything to do with time or place.
The next second, as if a realization has struck him, he lifts his gaze to meet mine.
LZY: But how come you didn’t place any of the gifts in that little park?
I scratch my head and unfold the map of Riverside Plaza to show him.
MC: With the artificial mountains they’ve built along with so many public structures, the topography here has changed dramatically.
MC: I couldn’t figure out the location of the little park…
MC: Perhaps it was leveled to the ground, or it might have become a part of the mountains, or maybe we’ve just passed right through it.
As he listens to my conscientious conjectures, a soft chuckle escapes from the corner of Li Zeyan’s lips.
LZY: As expected, you dummy.
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MC: Does the venue usage agreement also include riding the cable car…
As the cable car slowly ascends, I flip through the thick agreement in surprise.
But before I can find the relevant clauses, my eyes are captivated by the gradually unfolding panorama of Riverside Plaza.
Emerald water and azure stones breathe in and out the refreshing breeze, embracing modern architecture and blending into a highly artistic urban landscape.
MC: It seems like the blessing of the birthday star’s halo really makes things magical, huh?
MC: Then, if I get closer to you, perhaps I can catch some of your magical aura.
As I speak, I snuggle even closer to him, crashing into his gaze fixed on me.
LZY: Even if the halo does exist, it wouldn’t spread through such childish methods.
MC: Well, you never know, and you––
The next second, he leans down and silences my unfinished words with a kiss.
LZY: [in an adorably serious tone] The success rate should be higher with this method.
Seeing him making jokes in a deadly earnest tone, I can’t help but burst into laughter.
LZY: If a certain dummy keeps giggling, she might miss the place she’s been yearning for.
MC: Huh?
Seeing him lift his chin slightly, I look perplexedly to the left side of the cable car.
In the next second, I spot the small park within the construction enclosure of the Urban Construction Group.
The sense of familiarity hits me right in the face, leaving me astounded and frozen in place.
MC: I can’t believe it’s still here… is it that they haven’t gotten to renovating this area yet?
LZY: Take a closer look.
With my eyes, I trace over the landscape before me, overlaying it with the images in my memory.
The old soccer field from the past has now taken a brand new appearance, incorporating the previous open space and expanding to at least twice its original size.
Meanwhile, the small sandbox seems to have become the best viewing area to watch the game, nestled inseparably against the edge of the soccer field.
MC: It… has been preserved?
LZY: Mm.
LZY: In the future, whenever you want to visit, it will always be here.
All my uncertainties vanish into thin air, and even the excitement turns into a sense of reassurance.
The unexpected surprise makes it impossible for me to resist turning my gaze toward that small area; I can’t seem to get enough of it no matter how many times I look.
The cable car ascends a bit more, and on the construction barrier previously obscured by tree shadows, an inverted triangle symbol that I couldn’t be more familiar with comes into view.
MC: Huh? Isn’t that the logo of LFG?
In my bewildered gaze, he nods.
LZY: I mentioned to you before about the collaboration between LFG and Urban Construction, and this is the project.
MC: So, you are the one who preserved it?
LZY: I was indeed involved in the decision-making process.
LZY: However, the redevelopment plan originally called for a youth activity area, so we retained the outdoor park and added more activity spaces.
I nod thoughtfully, but as I look at the small sandbox, I can’t shake the impression that it doesn’t really fit in with the surroundings.
Seeming to notice my trance, he speaks first.
LZY: [extremely softly] My selfish desire did indeed take part in this.
LZY: Since the soccer field was already being preserved, there was no reason why the sandbox shouldn’t be preserved as well.
MC: Even if it doesn’t quite fit the planning requirements?
He gently lowers his eyes, remaining silent, but the upward curve at the corner of his lips seems to have long declared the answer.
Partiality towards someone that causes a person to break the rules is always a source of joy, and I am no exception.
It’s just that being loved can subtly give rise to greed, making it impossible to resist the temptation to seek more confirmation from him.
MC: But… didn’t you say before letting it be preserved in the passage of time is enough?
The moment my probing gaze meets the light in his eyes, everything is laid bare in his knowing smile.
LZY: Even now, I still believe that time always leaves its traces.
LZY: But you seemed so unwilling to part with this memory.
He pauses for a moment, gazing gently into my eyes.
LZY: [IN THE GENTLEST POSSIBLE TONE] So, if you wish to seek the traces of time, I can preserve the entirety of time for you.
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【Chapter 4】
As the sky gradually imbues with darkness, the cable car reaches the end of its journey.
The words Li Zeyan said just now still linger in my ears, filling my entire heart with elation.
His love is omnipresent, allowing me to crash into it and be embraced by it at every turn, no matter where I casually roam in this world.
I want to hurry up and bring him to the destination; I want to present him with my surprise and give him all of my heart; I want to make him as happy as I am in this moment.
With this in mind, I pull him by the hand and start running in small steps.
His question echoes from behind, sinking into the night again, but I don’t say anything, only smiling at him.
We run all the way to the river side and spot the bubble house coming into view from afar. Quietly, I press the light control switch.
The dreamlike lights embrace flowers, fine wine, swaying candles, balloons and fireworks… At this moment, my innermost feelings seem to spill onto all the existences in the world.
MC: Happy Birthday, Li Zeyan.
Saying this softly, I look up to find his gaze and see his slightly dazed eyes illuminated brightly by the flowing light. But his eyes seem to be infinitely more resplendent than the moonlight.
LZY: When it comes to creating surprises, no one can ever surpass you.
He allows me to lead him by the hand and walk into the “bubble.” Then, he watches me as I take the cake out of the mini refrigerator and light the candles.
The candle flames dance, causing those eyes that have always been fixed on me to become even softer.
Drowning in his eyes, I softly breathe out a relaxed sigh.
MC: To be honest, until I arranged everything here and set up the gifts, I wasn’t entirely sure if this would be a good venue for your birthday celebration.
MC: Upon coming back here again with you today, I suddenly realized…
MC: Perhaps, from the moment we met eighteen years ago, fate had already quietly written our today.
MC: We just didn’t know it back then.
We didn’t know that we would lose each other, and then we would meet again after going around in circles.
We didn’t know that we would be so favored by fate, becoming such important parts of each other’s lives.
Li Zeyan, it was your appearance that made me start to believe in the existence of fate.
You’re such an incredible person that all my yearnings and adoration seem to naturally and rightfully find their way to you––
Becoming my unique and unmatched destiny.
I lift the cake towards him, as if holding my heart full of sincere wishes in my hands.
MC: The cake from the morning was pawed on by Pudding, so it could no longer shoulder the important task of making wishes.
MC: I hope this unblemished cake can hold all of your wishes.
He solemnly accepts all of my heart and sincerity, gazing at me for a long time, so long that the candle burns down another inch.
LZY: From the very first second of today, I’ve been blessed by a certain dummy with all of her heart and soul.
LZY: The old place where I met you in the past, today has given birth to new memories, all because of you.
LZY: Life wasn’t all bad before I met you.
LZY: But it wasn’t until I was constantly thought of, cared for, and loved by a certain dummy day and night that I realized the happiness fate had bestowed upon me was a million times greater than I could have ever imagined.
LZY: Once a person has known happiness, they will naturally want to preserve everything the way they are indefinitely.
LZY: This is my wish.
He gazes at me with an earnest and profound expression in his eyes, and then he blows out the candle.
MC: Hmm… although I really want to promise you this––
MC: But I’m greedier than you. I want every day of yours to be happier than the one before.
MC: I want to make you the happiest person in the whole world.
He gently lifts my hand and draws me into his arms.
LZY: You already have.
LZY: So, accompany me to an even longer and more distant future, and let’s witness the surprises fate has already written.
In a daze, my memories drift back to the day we first met when we were kids.
Just as I was certain back then that he would show up with a pudding for our rendezvous, at this moment, I am equally sure that I will accompany him to that future.
I gaze at him and nod emphatically.
Beneath the starry sky, we eat cake and drink wine, laughing and making clamors for a while, and then we just cuddle together quietly.
We let time silently slip away before our eyes, because it feels as though as long as we can be just like this, it’s enough to make us happy.
It’s not until the moon quietly shifts its position that the winter night brings with it a nip in the air.
Probably sensing that I’m a bit cold, he enfolds me in his arms, gently rubbing my hands until warmth blooms in them.
But he still appears a little uneasy, his brows creasing into a slight frown as he looks at my light clothing.
LZY: The weather is too cold; let’s go home.
MC: Since it’s a birthday celebration, it’s not considered over until the very last second.
I shake my wristwatch at him; there are still more than twenty minutes until the new day.
Probably because I’m being a bit too insistent, he can do nothing but hug me even more tightly, letting his body heat encase me.
Vaguely feeling a sound of helpless sighing on the verge of escaping above my head, I hurriedly press my finger against his lips gently.
MC: The birthday star is not allowed to sigh!
LZY: [IN THE MOST ADORABLY PLEADING TONE] I’m worried that you might catch a cold.
MC: I’ve got a solution.
I stand on tiptoes and kiss him. Then, resorting to my old trick, I take his hand and pull him along for a run towards the outside.
MC: Let’s run around, and we’ll be warm in no time!
But this time, after being taken aback for a split second, he steps ahead and overtakes me, pulling me along and leading me to run forward.
There’s something even more enchanting beyond hugs and kisses, and that is – lovers sprinting through the silent night.
The night is so thick with darkness that it engulfs any sense of direction, and I find myself momentarily uncertain if we are running toward the past or moving forward into the future.
Or perhaps, all along, we’d constantly been running towards each other in every passing moment.
Perhaps fate is not willing to treat such a fervent and sincere love unkindly, and so in the boundless night, a winding piano pathway unfolds before us like some kind of miracle.
We both freeze for a moment, then look at each other with a hint of delight.
LZY: Walking on the same path with a dummy, I guess a person is bound to run into surprises along the way.
Stepping onto the pathway, I hear a “clink” sound, so I hop a few more steps, and suddenly, the air is filled with tinkling noises.
I turn around, smile at him, and pull him onto the pathway.
MC: The journey to becoming a grand pianist can take various forms, and the one before us right now seems like a pretty good one.
The next second, I feel a force on my lower back, and I fall into his arms.
LZY: [THE OVERWHELMING JOY IN HIS VOICE x1] Well, in that case, dance with me.
The entire world resonates with the sounds created by us.
We hold each other tightly in an embrace, stepping on the musical notes flowing from the black and white piano keys.
As the notes intertwine, I close my eyes. Suddenly, I have the feeling as if I’m in a magnificent concert hall, playing a tacit ensemble with the person I love the most.
MC: How does it feel to have your “dreams” come true, my grand pianist?
LZY: [x2] This moment is far superior to any dreams.
MC: Then, how about allowing this moment to become a little more joyful?
As I speak, I gently lift his hand and twirl around with the dance steps.
The notes that do not form a melody fall into our hearts, giving birth to an unparalleled sense of fulfillment.
I find myself unable to resist looking at the person in front of me, only to find him gazing at me tenderly.
MC: Are you happy?
MC: I seem to only remember wishing you happiness, but I haven’t asked you yet. Are you happy?
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Hearing the girl’s question, Li Zeyan is momentarily caught off guard.
Amid the disorderly notes, they dance with steps that keep getting tangled time and again, laughing together like two dummies.
Perhaps as long as she just stands there, her presence alone will make everything in front of him lovely, making it impossible for him not to be happy.
So, he nods.
LZY: [the overflowing joy in his tone here literally broke the last surviving barrier of my tear flood] Hm, I’m very happy.
Happiness doesn’t seem to be that difficult. After all, thanks to her, it has become a presence that is attainable at his fingertips almost in every second of every day.
It’s just that when a person becomes accustomed to the existence of happiness, they will naturally grow reliant and insatiable.
“So, hold her hand tightly, until the end of time,” — he thinks to himself.
The girl in front of him checks the time, announcing loudly that the hour hand is about to usher in a new day.
4, 3, 2, 1–– along with the countdown, she leans into him and wishes him “Happy Birthday” for the last time today.
Almost instinctively, he leans down and kisses her.
For all the years to come, may every sunrise and sunset be as perfect as this moment.
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【Anika’s after-notes】
those of you who know me on twitter/X or are on the official discord server, you guys may have already seen me having multiple meltdowns on this date. so, you can imagine just how much i still have to yell and scream about lmao, but this time, i’m not gonna write a whole essay that’s what my twitter threads are for lol. it’s one of those writing that is very self explanatory, everything is at your face but in the best possible way, and leaves you little to no room for second-guessing. so, hope you enjoy this treat packed with emotions and infinite beauty, and happy crying ahah~ ಥ‿ಥ💕
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in one of your tags you mentioned-
'one of the things that gets chatted about A LOT in teaching is meeting students at their point of need- which ted does NOT do with jamie'
I would love to hear more of your thoughts on this! Both in terms of what that concept entails, and also what you think Jamie's point of need was at the time versus what Ted saw the situation needing
(You have excellent tags btw, don't know if anyone's mentioned that)
I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS THAT I LOVE THAT YOU'D LOVE TO HEAR!
(I have more thoughts than I anticipated, this got errr, long. Whoops)
(potentially necessary/relevant background here is I am a high school teacher 👋)
Okie dokie, so, one of the principles of best practice in teaching is the idea I tag-rambled above; meet both the individual students and collective class at their point of need. Essentially this means practising differentiation in teaching and adjusting how content/ideas are communicated to students based on who they are as learners and people. Particularly if a student is performing outside the 'average' (either exceeding or still developing), this means adjusting to their needs by (among other things) curating differentiated resources and adapting delivery style. Differentiation is especially important in an all-abilities classroom, unfortunately public education is perpetually underfunded and overcrowded so everyone's just out here doing their best (the decent people of the world at least). BUT! WHILE I'M ON IT! SPEAKING OF THE THINGS I'VE TAG RAMBLED, the education system's (global) inability to adequately differentiate for students of different-abilities, particularly students with ADHD, ASD and Dyslexia, is perhaps the greatest failing of the whole dang thing and if anyone who ever stumbles across this is neuro-divergent and feels like they were a bad student or couldn't 'keep up' in mainstream education- THAT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT. You don't have to break yourself to 'fit', school is MEANT to bend for you. (Particularly when you're young, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG)
ANYWAY, the fictional football of it all!
We don't see a lot of Ted actually coaching in this show (stick with me). The scenes in which he 'coaches' are typically him and various other coaching staff standing on the sidelines while the team skirmishes or occasionally runs drills, so me saying Ted doesn't differentiate is more based around his patented Ted-talks. NOW, Ted PROBABLY knows the team fairly well as individuals, particularly in season 2 and 3, purely by having spent quite a lot of time with them, despite this the only times we really see him 'adjust' his style with the team are ironically season 1 (examples include conferencing Jamie and Roy in 1x04 For The Children, and allowing/facilitating Nate's speech in 1x07 Make Rebecca Great Again). The moment that always sticks out to me as most significant is when he goes and seeks out Keeley's advice on how to get through to Jamie in 1x02 Biscuits.
Side note: I will be forever obsessed with Keeley jumping straight from 'blowjobs' to one of the four operant conditioning techniques (positive reinforcement) when asked about this. That woman is a very fascinating puzzle of a person.
Ted recognises that his typical perpetual-optimism-style isn't cracking the Jamie-Tartt-nut and seeks out a different opinion. This kind of collaboration and whole-system approach is key in teaching too, either by tapping the knowledge-well of a student's broader school context or the difficult-to-crack student's parents.
SO, having gotten the Jamie-Tartt-cheat-code from Keeley he DOES meet Jamie at his point of need, speaks clearly to him and communicates what he needs from him. AND IT WORKS! Temporarily! During the conversation between the two in Ted's office we see Jamie engage, he even practises self-reflection! Granted it's about his left foot cross, but still! The nut is cracked.
Jamie even maintains the perspective Ted has taught him for about two seconds while talking to Trent, until Jamie's other (definitely not positively-reinforced) behaviours rear up and he reverts to what James others have taught him.
On the other hand.
Multiple times throughout the show we see Jamie be visibly or verbally confused by Ted's communication style. Ted often talks in meandering metaphors that Jamie doesn't seem to be able to follow. We verbally hear him state 'Why doesn't he just say that then, do you know what I mean?' in 2x07 Headspace after Beard has to translate Ted's 'peas and carrots/beefchunks' analogy to 'starters and reserves'. Then there's the infamous 'What the fuck are Denver Broncos?' from 3x09 La Locker Room Aux Folles. The only notable time we really see Jamie 'get' one of these metaphors is the sewer-system-tunnels from 3x01 Smells Like Mean Spirit.
(His understanding of that specific metaphor, along with his use of the magnets to demonstrate total football in 3x07 The Strings That Bind, and a Watsonian-perspective of his near perfect mimicry of movements he saw two years ago when executing the decoy play in 3x12 So Long, Farewell, are actually all examples I use to head-canon Jamie as a primarily visual/physical based learner. For whatever that's worth!)
NOW! Ted's willingness to seek and apply alternate techniques in season 1 when he should know the team as both individuals and a collective the least, coupled with his inability or unwillingness to practise differentiation in later seasons when he DOES KNOW THEM is why I don't think Ted is meeting the team, specifically Jamie at their/his point of need. Any person's ability to differentiate behaviour to meet the needs/requirements/comforts of the individual or group they're talking to is increased the more they know them. (We all do this in life, consciously or subconsciously we typically try and 'match the vibe' of whoever we're communicating with [doubly so for people who're engaging in masking.])
Ted should and does learn more about Jamie as a person and his background as the show progresses. He listens to Jamie vocalise both his internal justifications for his actions and his reflections of those justifications/actions in 1x06 Two Aces, he sees him being explicitly physically abused in 1x10 The Hope That Kills You, he listens to him describe a spiralling mindset in 2x02 Lavender, he sees him being explicitly verbally abused in 2x08 Man City.
Of course, one of the fascinating things about Jamie is how much he learns and grows over the course of the show, and there are instances in which I don't think Ted is recognising that (primarily his dismissal of Jamie in 3x03 4-5-1 and not utilising Jamie's knowledge of total football as a resource from the beginning in 3x07 The Strings That Bind).
Ted understands and has previously applied Jamie responding well to positive reinforcement, yet at multiple times in the series doesn't respond in a way that reflects his perspective being informed by that knowledge. Essentially not practising the appropriate level of care/caution when interacting with/around Jamie.
There's not intervening on Jamie's behalf in 2x03 Do the Right-est Thing or 2x06 The Signal when the team and Roy are targeting or ignoring him respectively. The assumed absence of any follow up to the events of 2x08 Man City, the Zava of it all in season 3, and of course the eternal 'forgiveness' kicker from 3x11 Mom City.
POINT BEING. And to actually answer your inquiry lol, I think Jamie is someone who needs clear communication, ideally bracketed in positive reinforcement based operant conditioning as a learning technique (reward behaviour you want reinforced by offering something desirable [praise in Jamie's case]) and visual/physical aid/references for concepts; as a LEARNER.
AS A PERSON, there's more. Ted can readily infer from all he's heard and seen that Jamie's a victim of child abuse. The long term damage to the adult psyche that abuse during formative years has is astronomical, it literally changes the foundational structures of a person's brain. And yet, again, we never see Ted even acknowledge this. Jamie in 3x11 Mom City, incidentally compares his father to Freddy Krueger, Ted elaborates on the comparison, then Jamie reiterates that Freddy Krueger's 'fucking terrifying'. Ted doesn't reassure Jamie (the requirement of his point of need), he gives him a Ted-talk (and in doing so doesn't differentiate his perspective/communication technique).
As far as what Ted thought the situation needed... search me I've got no idea. I do think Ted projects onto Jamie a hell of a lot. That he gets Jamie's personhood and life experiences all tangled up in the emotions he has about his father's death and his consequent perceived abandonment, his insecurities about his own ability to parent Henry and even in his own inability to clearly communicate with his mother. I do think Ted relies on his own forced optimism to 'get by'. Like how a great white shark dies if it stops swimming, if Ted stops being 'Ted', if he stops swimming, his past and his fears and his feelings will catch up to him and swallow him whole. (For what it's worth, I do think Ted is more unwell than even the show explicitly tells us, much like Jamie experiencing ongoing trauma due to childhood abuse, the effects both short-term and long-term as well as potential causalities of having a parent die by suicide are... grim.)
(Essentially the entire fandom has talked about basically all of this at one point or another, I'm just using slightly different language.)
NOW! These characters are fictional (obviously) and I am judging them based on real-people conventions and the best-principles of my own profession, as well as my background in theoretical psychology (which I think I forgot to mention and is also probably [??] relevant). My Doylist-perspective of Ted and his coaching/communication style is ...kinder, but if I get too sucked into the narrative it results in either brief tag-rambles or... whatever this thing I've just typed is. I think it's been too long since I've written academically, my thoughts have gone circular 🫠
ANYWAY! I hope this made something-approaching sense! Thank you again for asking to hear my thoughts! Always happy to word vomit!
ALSO, thank you for saying my tags are excellent (you are the first and currently only to say so!) - The tags are where I send my thoughts to die (in a 'I must banish them to move on' kind of way rather than a 'I'm strangling them' kind of way) so you saying they're excellent is even MORE flattering than you realise! Makes my brain want to purr 💚🤣
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I'm just so tired
Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist
Word Count: 3342
Relationship: Scarlett x Reader
Summary: Y/n is struggling with a demanding job whilst Scarlett is away filming, with no idea the toll it's taking on her girlfriend.
Y/N’s POV:
It’s 9pm and I’m finally driving home from work. I really hate my job. After I left college, I got what I thought was my dream job working at a global marketing firm. But boy was I wrong. The management team treated their staff like shit and the pay was crap. When I first started working there, I had to get a second job at a café just to be able to pay rent.
Thankfully, my second job brought me the one greatest happiness in my life, and that’s my girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. Yep, you heard me right, me a small town girl working two jobs, is dating THE Black Widow. She would come into the shop 3 times a week on her way to set and would always take the time to chat. Over time our chats became more flirty before she finally asked me out on a date.
That was just over a year ago. I’ve had a promotion at work, so I was able to quit my job at the café, which in turned allowed me to have more time with Scarlett. That was until my stupid boss started to hammer me with more work than anyone else, setting ridiculous deadlines. Unfortunately finish at 9pm was not a rarity.
I feel so run down and lost. I thought I had everything planned out, but I any enthusiasm I had for doing this job, for being in this marketing world was gone. I could feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks as I drove home. All I wanted to do was get home and cuddle my girlfriend. But I can’t. She’s been in Atlanta filming for the last month.
We’ve spoken as often as we can, but as filming has picked up it’s become hard to talk. I dropped her a text before I left work to see if she was free for a call this evening, but I didn’t expect a response. So here I am trudging up to my apartment ready to collapse on my bed.
Just as I open my door, my phone starts to ring, and the name causes me to smile for the first time today.
Y/N: Hey Babe, how are you?
Scarlett: Hey gorgeous, I’m doing better now I’m talking to you. How was your day?
Y/N: It was busy, I’m just getting back to my apartment now.
Scarlett: Babe, it’s like nine thirty. Why are you so late?
Y/N: Oh, it was just a busy day and I’ve got a deadline tomorrow so needed to get it done. Anyway, how is filming going?
Scarlett: Filming’s fine. You sound tired. Are you sure you’re ok?
I paused for a moment, trying so hard to stop my tears from falling. I hadn’t told Scarlett how bad work was. She had so much going on that I didn’t want to bother her with it.
Scarlett: Babe? I want to see your face; I’m switching to face time.
Y/N: No, I’m fine. It’s just been a rough couple of weeks. I’m fine….
Facetime request
I reluctantly accept knowing that either way she’s going to know something is wrong.
Y/N: Ah man, did you have to tease me being in costume?
I try to lighten the mood and move the conversation on but it’s not working.
Scarlett: Have you been crying? Babe, please tell me what’s wrong.
Y/N: I’m just tired. Like I said, work has been busy, you know what my emotions are like when I’m tired.
Scarlett: Y/N, don’t lie to me. In the year I’ve known you, I think I’ve only seen you cry twice. Just because I’m not with you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for you. Now please, tell me what’s wrong.
Her face contorts into a worried frown and it causes me to cry but I’m able to prevent a full-on crying session from ensuing.
Y/N: I’m just so tired. I don’t know how much longer I can push myself. I’m not getting anywhere at work. I’m getting more work but no benefits. I just feel like my whole life is revolving around work, there’s no time for anything else.
Scarlett’s face turns soft, and I can see her own eyes are glossing over.
Scarlett: Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Hopefully this will all pass, and they’ll see what an amazing worker you are. You are so great at your job, it will all come together.
I just nodded as I compose myself. I want to move on from this subject. I don’t want to worry her anymore.
Y/N: I know. I’m just being silly. It’s almost the weekend and I can take a break. Anyway, we barely talk at the moment, so I don’t want the time we do have together to be taken up by me being an emotion mess. How is filming going?
Scarlett rolls her eyes and lets out a little chuckle.
Scarlett: It’s going really well. We’ve almost finished the night shoots which will mean that I’ll be able to call you more. I miss talking to you every day.
Y/N: That’s great. I’m glad it’s going well. I miss you so much. We’re over halfway, not long to go now.
I smile, trying to keep my eyes open.
Scarlett: Babe, go to bed. You’re tired.
Y/N: Noooo, I’m awake, I’ve not spoken with you in 3 days!
Scarlett: I promise I’ll call you tomorrow. But you need sleep.
Y/N: Urgh, fine! But you’re bring that suit home.
I huff but giving her a cheeky grin and eyebrow wiggle.
Scarlett: If it’ll make you go to bed, deal! Now off to sleep!
Y/N: I’m going to hold you to that! Ok, I’m off. I miss you and I love you!
Scarlett: I love you more. Speak tomorrow.
I close off the call before grabbing a quick protein bar. These work hours are really playing havoc with my eating habits! Walking into my room, I barely have the energy to change. I leave my clothes in a pile on my floor before collapsing into my bed.
*beep, beep*
Urgh, I’m woken up at 5:30 by my obnoxious alarm. One more day and then it’s the weekend and I can spend it sleeping in. I jump in the shower and then make myself a proper breakfast, so I know I’ll be getting at least one decent meal today.
I feel like I’m just coasting through the motions as I get ready and head off to the office. My heart sinks as I see the new paperwork sat on my desk for the admin of the latest marketing campaigns. I guess it’s another late finish for me today!
Scarlett’s POV:
It’s times like this I hate being so far away from Y/N. I just wanted to reach through the phone and give her a hug. I know she’s hiding how bad she’s really feeling. I’ve barely seen her cry and it breaks my heart that I’m not there for her when she is clearly struggling.
Whilst still deep in thought about my girlfriend, I’m called back to set to finish up the scenes for tonight. As I’m walking back over Joe pulls me aside. “Hey Scarlett, we’ve had to change up the schedule to fit in a couple of reshoots on the stunts. That means after tonight we won’t need you for a few days. You’ll be due back on set on Wednesday next week.” I feel relief wash over me.
I can’t wait to have a long weekend off. “Am I needed for anything else or am I completely free until Wednesday?” I ask, starting to get an idea. “Yep, get some rest and enjoy your time off!” He responds rushing off to his next location.
I work as hard as I can to get the final scenes completed and they go really well, and we get them done pretty quickly. I decide that I’m going to fly back to New York and surprise Y/N. As soon as I’m in my trailer I’m on my laptop searching for available flights. I book one which will get me in with enough time to set up a surprise.
Timeskip
I finally arrive at Y/N’s apartment a little before 4. I let myself in and get to work with preparing her surprise. The best thing about Y/N’s apartment is the roof access she has. Every Friday night she comes up here with a glass of wine and chills. The views are pretty cool and whenever I’m home, I join her.
Knowing how stressed and tired she’s been, I decide on setting up a movie night. I arrange a big projector which I have help setting up from my brother. I then arrange a makeshift bed with loads of comfy pillows and of course, get Y/N’s favourite snacks.
By the time I’ve finished it’s 6 and Y/N should be home any minute now. I plan to hide up on the roof and wait for her to join me. Time goes by and it’s now just after 9 and Y/N still isn’t here. I decide to drop her a text and pretend that I’ve got some time between filming.
Scarlett: Hey Babe, I’ve got an hour break if you’re free to call? Are you home?
Y/N: I’m just leaving work. I’ll call you when I’m home. Give me 30 minutes.
She’s working late again. I thought her deadline had already passed. I start to wonder how bad work really has been for her recently. We’ve always been honest with each other, but I feel like she’s been hiding this from me. I just wish I knew why.
From the roof I hear Y/N’s car pull up and I get ready for when she comes up to the roof. For some reason I’m getting nervous, I can’t wait to see my beautiful girlfriend again. About 5 minutes later, sure enough I hear the handle of the roof turn and I stand up facing the door.
I watch as Y/N walks through the door, wine glass in hand, in a pair of black shorts and one of my hoodies. I smile at how cute she looks, but it doesn’t go unnoticed how tired she looks too. She has bags under her eyes and her whole body seems deflated. My poor baby.
As she turns the corner her eye’s light up as she sees what I’ve set up. “Oh my God.” She whispers, before noticing me stood in the middle. Without saying anything further she runs and jumps up into my arms. I hold her tight. “Hey Baby. I’ve missed you.” I say into her hair.
I place her on the floor, and she looks at me directly in the eyes, I can see that she is holding back her tears. Her eyes flick down to my lips, so I pulled her close, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear, before connecting our lips in a soft kiss full of love. I can feel that her tears are falling now, so I hold her tight letting her know I’m there.
After a minute or so, she pulls back, still clasping my hands. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “Our schedule was changed last minute so I’ve got 5 days off. After speaking with you yesterday, I knew I had to come back to you.” She smiles at me as I talk. Her eyes searching my face like she’s taking in every detail.
I lead her towards the makeshift bed, and we lie down together. She snuggles into me, her head on my chest and an arm over my stomach, slowly tracing random patterns just under my shirt. “Babe, please tell me what’s going on. Please tell me the truth.” I ask calmly, hoping she’ll share.
I look down to her as she takes a deep breath before she sits up. I turn to face her and take both of her hands in mine. “I hate work.” She blurted out. I furrow my eyebrows at her but allow her to carry on. “I work my ass off and it gets me nowhere. Each day I go in and there is more shit they want me to do in short timelines. I try and explain, and they just tell me I’m lucky I work there and that there are hundreds of other people that would do anything to be where I am.” She looks at her lap as she’s talking as if she is ashamed.
“I try so hard to prove myself above everyone else, but it gets harder every day. I’m exhausted and I just have no motivation for anything anymore. I just feel like the dream I had has turned into a nightmare.” Her voice breaks as does my heart. I can’t believe my baby has been feeling like this and I didn’t know.
“How long has this been going on?” I ask. She hesitates. “I mean it’s always been tough but these last 4 months have been unbearable.” There’s a silence as I take in that she has been feeling this broken for 4 months I hadn’t even noticed. What kind of girlfriend can’t see the person they love is hurting?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask holding back my own tears. “I didn’t want to worry you. You work so hard and do so many great things. I felt stupid for breaking down over this.” Her words are like daggers to my heart. I feel such guilt for not providing her with an environment where she can share these feelings with me. I pull her onto my lap and hug her so tightly. “Listen to me. You are not stupid. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I want to know when you’re feeling like this. I’m your girlfriend, I’m meant to be able to help you. It breaks me to think you’ve been going through this on your own.”
I can no longer stop my own tears as I cling to her for dear life, like I’m going to lose her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know what to do.” Y/N says into my chest. I pull her face into my hands so she’s looking at me. “No, you do not need to apologise. Just know that I am here for you, even when I’m miles away. I want to know how you’re feeling. Both the good and the bad. Ok?” She nods and I place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I don’t know how I’m going to solve this.” She said, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. “Quit your job.” I said without hesitation. “What? I can’t do that I need to pay rent, buy food!” She argues. “Firstly, you clearly haven’t been spending money on food, don’t think I haven’t noticed how thin you’re getting.” I lightly scold. I know she’s not doing it on purpose, she’s probably been too tired to eat working so late.
“Secondly, move in with me.” I ask almost at a whisper. She lifts her head and looks at me with confusion. “What?” she questioned. “I said move in with me. We’ve been together for a year. It���s about time.” She still looks confused as she rubs her hand against her forehead.
“Scar, you don’t have to ask me to move in out of pity.” She spoke cautiously. “Hey! No no, that’s not what this is. I had planned to ask you when I got back from Atlanta. You’re it for me. I don’t want to wait any longer, I want you to move in with me.” I say with conviction to show I mean it.
Her eyes fill with tears again, as she slowly nods her head. “Ok, I’ll move in with you. I’d love that.” She pulls me into a big hug and whispers “I love you.” I don’t want to ever let her go. “But I can’t quit my job.” I’m shocked by her response. “But babe, it’s not good for you.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to be reliant on you. I want to be able to contribute to bills and treat you to fancy dates and surprise gifts.” She explains.
“You don’t need to do that. I want to take care of you. You don’t need to buy my love.” I pause thinking for a moment at how we can work this out. “How about, you quit your job on Monday. You can fly to Atlanta with me and then when I’m done filming, we’ll take a month to go travelling for a bit. Then when we’re back, you can look to get a job that you actually want. One that isn’t going to drive you into the ground.”
I can see her thinking for a while before responding. “Ok, I like the sound of that.” She says. I squeal in excitement and tackle her in a hug, resulting in us being a tangled mess on the bed. “We’re moving in together!” I exclaim. “God, I love you.” Once again I pull Y/N towards me into a passionate kiss. She giggles against my lips as I roll her over. “I love you too. Thank you for all of this. Shall we watch a movie?” She asks, looking at me with her love eyes. I nod and start the first movie. We snuggle up on the bed and spend the night watching movies.
We didn’t wake up until 12 the following morning. I woke up before Y/N and just watched her sleep, grateful she was finally getting rest. Once she wakes up, we lie in comfortable silence for a while before she slings a leg over me straddling me. “I’ve missed waking up to you.” She says, placing feather like kisses over my face causing me to giggle.
We hold eye contact for a while whilst she rubs her thumb over my cheek. “I can’t wait to move in with you if all my mornings start with you straddling me.” I tease, giving her hips a squeeze. Y/N leans down kissing up my neck then along my jaw before meeting my lips. “I’ll wake you up this way every morning if that’s what you want.” She whispers before smashing out lips together into a deep kiss. She gives both my top and bottom lips equal attention before swiping her tongue across my bottom lip asking for permission, which I instantly give.
Her tongue invades my mouth deepening the kiss with every move. I let out a small moan which results in Y/N pulling back and smiling at me. I hook my leg around her waist and flip us so I’m on top. I leant down and whispered seductively into her ear. “I brough home the suit.” Her eyes widen and a big grin appears on her face. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She responds. I jump off the bed to be greeted with a slap to my ass. I squeal and run to get dressed.
This was what I had always wanted in life. Someone who I adored and who adored me. I couldn’t wait to spend the next few months with Y/N and then the rest of our life together.
Timeskip
Y/N’s POV:
It was three months after Scarlett surprised me on the roof and asked me to move in with her. Whilst travelling she had proposed to me on a beach in Bora Bora. I of course had said yes. Once we got home, I started looking for jobs and I’m now working for a local company. It’s small but I love it. I’m actually paid more than I was, and I have much more responsibility. But the best thing is I’m happy. I’ve got a great work/life balance. I enjoy going to work and then I get to come home, at 5 every day, to my beautiful fiancé who I cannot wait to marry. My life feels like a dream and I hope that I never wake up.
#scarlett johansson fanfiction#scarlett johansson x y/n#scarlett johansson x reader#scarlett johansson#celebrity fanfic
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Not gonna lie, this whole thing really sucks. I think I wrote a message awhile back about the very cool feminist angle of the Plus Global Auditions Invitation video, I'm an SNL Army and was new to watching kpop very closely and was so sold by that video. I thought - 'this company is really different.' Going public with a company f*cks a lot of things up, it happens all so often, and often it's the people and the ethos that gets messed up the most. It's frustrating to see this devolution. Because I was really excited by what MHJ was being given space to do at BH/Hybe. Though, as a fellow art school student, I am shaking my head and serious side-eyes at how she says things like 'I'm an artist, I don't know how to read contracts' (obviously I'm paraphrasing) - it's clear Hybe knows she's got the goods but she's not playing by their game anymore. The response and flood of crazy comments and hate at BTS is frustrating but expected, but just such a waste of time all the same. I've also never thought BH and then Hybe were super super smart and long-gaming everything (don't come for me Bangtan U fans) I think they were lucky and scrappy and skillful and making cool things happen moment to moment. Later on they got better at the strategic planning, sure. I don't know. They may need a good kick in the pants to remember that's what makes them great at what they do. But still, I hate the idea of MHJ being cooked even if she seems like a real pain in the tush to work with. Because technically, she's what got me to really buy-in to what BTS & BH were doing in the first place.
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Yeah, it's a shitty situation.
To be fair, I think at the start, Bang PD was trying to do something different and 'forward-thinking' with HYBE. He sought out good talent going by the hires he did in 2019/2020, managing to onboard creatives like Min Heejin and Zico. Zico already incorporated his company to manage himself before Bang PD approached him, which is probably why he owns ~24.5% of KOZ - his sub-label in HYBE.
But with Min Heejin...
She had partnered with 250 - a popular DJ in Korea and NewJeans' main producer, since she left SM in 2018. He runs BANA (a creative collective) but she'd wanted her own label since the start.
Bang PD knew this, and wanted her for HYBE, so it's likely he made all sorts of promises to get her on board without awarding her a single share. Almost as soon as key creative decisions had to be made post-Global Plus audition, they both clashed, but HYBE as a company was less than 1 year old and it appears Bang PD and MHJ still had good relations... which was kinda easy since he still needed her creative output and wanted to see what she could do. So they let her make her own label: ADOR, and keep NewJeans even though according to Min Heejin, HYBE executives and Bang PD thought her concept and style of music for them would be impossible to sell to k-pop stans.
They expected NewJeans to fail or flounder. Instead, by 2023 NewJeans had become one of the top 5 most valuable k-pop IPs in Korea. If my guess is right, by that point she had no shares in ADOR, no agreement with HYBE's indefinite non-compete clause. She could walk anytime and I'm sure a lot of people wanted her.
Then HYBE approached Min Heejin with the shareholder contract to give her 20% of the company. It's a classic 'carrot and stick'. The carrot was easy to see. Apparently offered her the shares at a very low price, apparently Bang PD even lent her the money to buy it, for a valuation that HYBE considered more than generous, he was in her KakaoTalk chats buttering her up with those godawful emojis lmaooo. He was selling that shit hard. The stick in the contract was the poison pill which essentially tied her to HYBE for as long as they want her.
Perhaps she was aware of the pill and signed any way because at that point they still had good relations with Bang PD and HYBE in general. But according to her, Bang PD kept wanting more control over NewJeans the more successful the group became. Realizing she had to do something about the poison pill, she sought to negotiate, and as is typical in these sort of situations, you fight greed with more greed.
Asking to bump up the multiple on the options from 13x to 30x is frankly ridiculous. For a male CEO I can see it being considered... maybe, but for a woman? In Korea?
I'm sure when the other suits at HYBE heard that's what she was asking, at least one of them almost had a stroke. The logic is simple though: start crazy high and end.. just high. If HYBE was looking to exert more control over NewJeans (for example, every sub-label and group in HYBE changed to using 'bio-paper and ink' for their albums starting in 2023, to help HYBE meet their ESG targets. The only company that's not made the switch yet, is ADOR. Given how carefully MHJ controls branding and album design for NewJeans, I can see this minute detail being a massive thorn lol)... anyway, if HYBE was indeed looking to gain more control, the fact that they'd have to pay 30x if MHJ exercised her options on a whim, would serve as a very strong deterrent.
Given what I understand Korean corporate culture to be like, I doubt she had any friends in upper management to start, but with a demand like that, practically all of them would turn enemies in a heartbeat. It's the sheer audacity lmao. My guess is she would've eventually negotiated down, at least once she was assured real creative independence from Bang PD. But at some point, rather, quite predictably given this is corporate Korea, the need for control and the egos involved decided she had to be cut loose now and perhaps taught to not bite the hand that feeds her.
It's not a sentiment limited to the suits at HYBE. It's followed her since SM and the general public would hate it too, which is one reason I think it's only a matter of time before the narrative switches again to HYBE's favour. I promise you, most regular men in Korea would go red in the face, eyes bulging out their heads, drool and spit shooting out like projectiles, at the thought she would dare to demand such a thing. And in a way they'd be right. It's an insane amount of money for female creative in Korea, but I think given everything else, it also seems like a gamble she was taking as a means to an end. A simple negotiating tactic, given what she keeps highlighting as her main goal - unimpeded and full creative and managerial control.
Bang PD wants to build a 'forward-thinking' company comparable to Western conglomerate juggernauts like SONY and Warner Music, but I don't think these Korean men have the chops to do it right, just yet. I've had that impression of Bang PD for a few years now. He's been getting results, but they are inconsistent and he's got the biggest 'surety' in a sense with BTS, so he's been fine, and will continue to be fine for a few more years at least. But if they are messing up this spectacularly with their first female executive and one of their most valuable IPs, over... an options price negotiation?
And they want to pretend to be better than any other corp in Korea?
Lol.
Anyhoo.
I sympathize a bit with how you feel, but as a Korean woman, I guess I'm numb to it. There's a reason I've never chosen to work in that country, there's a reason why the birth rate is nearing the negatives. It's really unfortunate, and I'm sorry you're seeing a prior expectation you had getting blown up this way. And this latest hatefest on BTS has been quite ugly and isn't near done yet. This whole situation is gross, and even more so when the motivations behind it are so... banal and backwards.
But these are undercurrents that are too simple and boring for the average stan. Burning the witch who is responsible for masterminding the demise of a virtuous group is far more exciting. And so that's how the story will go.
I just hope that by some miracle, NewJeans turns out okay and manages to thrive after this. Because in all of this mess, they will deal with the implications the most and for the longest time.
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CELLBIT!
The global chat somehow seems even more frantic than usual this afternoon, and he blinks blearily at the messages rocketing across the screen. The tell-tale red blinking dot of notifications is practically going haywire: private chats from Pac and Bagi, calls from Philza and Bad, messages mentioning him from Fit, Pierre, Tubbo, Baghera—
This feels like a lot, even for an average Wednesday.
Cellbit: Okay, okay, hold on. I'm on my way to spawn now.
Strapping the communicator to his arm, Cellbit tugs his jacket on as he makes his way towards the waypoint across the bridge. He's just barely awake, but something is pulling at his insides: wrong, wrong, wrong.
He wasn't out for that long. What could have possibly happened?
Taking a deep breath, his hands slide across the polished stone surface of the waypoint, and in moments, he's arrived at the main square.
Immediately, there's a barrage of voices that hit his ears. Instinctively pressing a hand to his forehead, he pushes his way out of the subway, staring in disbelief at the large gathering of people in the main square.
Bagi spots him first, quickly yanking him to the side, yelling in her traditional rapid-fire Portuguese. At the same time, he can see Pac talking to Bad nearby, the two of them clearly upset—he knows both of them well enough to see something is wrong.
Tubbo catches sight of him next, and at that point, the jig is up. Whatever Bagi had been trying to tell him is instantly drowned out by the younger's typical loud tone—which immediately catches everyone else's attention as well. Fit grabs the back of Tubbo's apron to yank him backwards towards him and Phil, who stands there shaking his head with arms crossed, but it's already too late: the damage is done.
Pierre is shouting greetings to him in his typical joyous manner, which doesn't seem to match the rest of the group's energy. Baghera seems somewhat frantic, frustrated and upset as she tugs on his arm. Cellbit manages to catch his husband's eye from across the square where he's chatting with a hyperactive Foolish, and Roier simply gives him a sympathetic look.
...something bad has happened.
Everyone is talking at once, and Cellbit rubs a hand to his temples as he tries (in vain) to quiet the group. Only some words ever catch his attention through the wide chorus of voices—"Nether," "worry," and the increasingly common cries of "what are we going to do?"
"Alright, alright, calm down!"
Eventually, with Bagi's help, he's able to get everyone to at least lower their voices, if not stop completely. Instinctively, Cellbit glances towards her and Pac, praying they know enough to clue him in. When he catches Pac's eye, however, the other man looks horrified, gaze locked on a spot in mid-air just behind Cellbit. Cellbit sighs, opening his mouth to speak—
"Good morning, Mr. President."
He can practically feel the blood drain from his face as he slowly looks over his shoulder. Sure enough, there looms Cucurucho, the damn white fucker staring straight at him with that hideous, frozen smile.
"...what did you say?" Cellbit questions, voice light-years steadier than he feels.
The bear doesn't move, repeating its words. "Good morning, Mr. President."
The square is so quiet, you could hear a screw drop. Silently, Cellbit glances back at Bagi and Pac. The woman has a look of sorrow written across her face, whereas Pac's fists are clenched in a show of barely restrained anger. "...wheres Forever?" Cellbit asks softly.
Bagi opens her mouth to reply—
"Classified."
Cellbit's eyes snap back to the bear. "I didn't ask you," he responds evenly—and he can hear a snort of pleasure from where Tubbo stands, even despite Phil's hand slapped over his mouth and Fit's hissed shush. "Bagi?"
"We think he went to the Nether," she responds, voice somewhat hoarse as she glances at him.
Pac nods. "He said it was a mission." His eyes slide to Cucurucho.
He doesn't need to continue.
Cellbit takes a deep breath.
...he has a lot to do.
#wanted to get this out before...well uh. tonight.#wishing q!cellbit godspeed tonight. he's gonna need a moment#ISTG SOMEONE HEADCANONED THIS ALREADY BUT I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIND IT#SO IF YOU FIND THIS OP THIS IS FOR YOU I DID IT FOR YOU#could NOT stop thinking about this possibility#qsmp#qsmp headcanons#qsmp fic#qsmp drabble#qsmp cellbit#qsmp forever#<- referenced#qsmp cucurucho#qsmp bagi#qsmp pac#qsmp tazercraft#qsmp tubbo#(others are here too!)#the federation are evil#disappearances#pl;worse
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I can’t stop thinking about yesterday actually like roier with no smile, foolish going as fast as he can to get the bacon green team needed and riding his horse as fast as he could to get to global but not being fast enough, tubbo frantically trying to kill rabbits to give the hide to roier, Baghera practically begging quackity and roier over messages to tell her what they needed for the quests to try and tie it again, Charlie’s devastation when mouse came and asked in chat if she was going to die, Cellbit’s smile when roier was fighting BBH and Pierre because for a moment he had hope only for it to be ripped away seconds later, bad being willing to do whatever he needed to ensure his sons safety, Pierre feeling betrayed by green team in the egg competition because despite the fact they reached an agreement on not wanting to harm the eggs green team went and slaughtered blue team and hit their egg until it was down to 1hp the minute they could so he did what he felt was necessary to ensure his and his teams safety despite the backlash he knows he will now face from his own team and red, the betrayal the tubbo felt when he watched as the percentages changed from 50/50, Tina having to wake up and find out her last day with bagi was spent reassuring each other they’d keep each other safe and have each others backs and now she’s gone, Pac having to be told that fit is gone and knowing his last moments with him were filled with fit thinking Pac was betraying him, Etoiles who’s been such a big motivation and positive presence for his team being resigned to the loss before it had even ended telling his friends he loved them in his last moments, foolish not being there for Leo’s last day and being unable to save her so desperately trying to be able to get the resources he needed to save his son roier only to be too late again, Cellbit talking about how he’s lost everyone his son, his husband and his sister all gone, jaiden having to find out that not only has she lost Bobby but now she’s lost the only other person who loved and grieves Bobby the way she did, her platonic partner and one of her most loved and trusted friends is gone too. I actually might never recover from yesterday T_T
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The Flirting Game
Premise: Cassie ‘practices’ her flirting technique on Ethan, but she’s not the only one who knows the moves.
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff.
Words: 950
A/N: I was inspired by several @creativepromptsforwriting flirting prompts that I've been saving for the right occasion: prompt 340, #6 from Teasing and #2 and #4 from Flirty Pick-up Lines.
Submission for @choicesfebruary2024 Flirting. I'm also using @choicesflashfics, week 71, prompt 1 (in bold).
I. Cassie
Cassie Valentine learned the art of flirting from watching her parents. It seemed to come naturally to them, much to Cassie’s delight and Max’s dismay. Although, given her twin’s flirting game, Cassie knew the lessons from their youthful observation had stuck.
It wasn’t just the words (although she soon learned they were a powerful tool in the game of flirting). It was also about the body language — a coquettish look in one’s eyes, the subtle vocal intonation, a flick of the hair, and a half-tilt of the lips so the object of your desire knew the secret, sultry smile was just for them.
Cassie knew the love of her life was forever amused by her flirtatiousness, which made her even more determined to tease him. The fact that he often had to ask if she was doing it was endlessly amusing to her.
“You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot.”
“Actually, it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.”
She silently chuckled at the absentminded and matter-of-fact response. Despite knowing his good looks attracted attention, Ethan Ramsey seemed oblivious to most women making eyes at him.
“I doubt carbon dioxide looks as good as you do in that shirt,” she quipped, laughter in her voice.
That made him pause. One eyebrow raised, he glanced at her above the lid of his laptop. The glare of the screen bounced off his reading glasses, hiding his blue eyes.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“I’m always flirting with you, Ethan. Keep up.”
He stared at her in bewilderment and then muttered something under his breath before returning his attention to the screen.
Cassie smiled inwardly at his reaction. She suspected his indifference was all an act. The man was far too observant to be this clueless about his effect on women.
As she continued to regard his profile, she caught Ethan’s furtive sideways glance and blew him a kiss. He blushed, sputtered and cleared his throat loudly, a frown furrowing his brow.
“I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that,” Ethan complained, his tone severe.
Cassie shrugged, unrepentant. “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”
She trailed off as the diagnostic team’s office doors swooshed open, and the others joined them. With a wink that promised more later, Cassie turned away to let the poor man collect himself.
Her father often told her and Max that flirting with their mother was the best part of his day. Cassie could comfortably say flirting with Ethan was the highlight of hers.
II. Ethan
Donahue’s during Happy Hour was always crowded and noisy. Nineties music blasted from the jukebox, competing with the clink of bottles and the clatter of balls crashing against each other at the pool table.
Ethan zigzagged his way through the throng and grabbed his usual stool at the bar, nodding a greeting at a distracted Reggie. He spied Cassie drinking beer and chatting with Lahela on the far side of the bar and knew she’d find him sooner or later.
“Thanks,” he said, hiding his sudden discomfort when Reggie placed his usual scotch before him.
For a brief moment, the exchange reminded him of going for a drink with his father when he turned twenty-one.
Ethan remembered feeling amused at the bartender handing Alan his “usual” without asking and thinking how small his dad’s life was that even his after-work drink (always a single Sam Adams) never changed.
Back then, Hopkins was within his grasp, and he was chomping at the bit to discover the world outside Providence. Now, he’d been coming to Donahue for so long that Reggie kept a stool waiting and served his drink without saying a word.
When did he become so damn predictable?
Of course, not everything was as it was, he thought as her scent hit his senses before she came into view.
Cassie squeezed into the space between his splayed legs and the bar, resting one elbow beside his drink. It had the effect of enclosing them in a bubble where nothing but them existed.
Ethan saw the familiar half-grin curving her lips and knew she was in a teasing mood tonight.
She flicked her mane of long blonde hair back and leaned towards him, her head cocked sideways flirtatiously.
“I heard that you can determine how well you fit together with another person by kissing them. Want to skip the small talk and see if we’re compatible?” She quirked one eyebrow as if daring him to play along.
His breath caught at the sexy way her green eyes sparkled in the light. The teasing smile hovering on her lips was his undoing.
“You should know that I have asthma, just in case you intend on taking my breath away on a regular basis,” Ethan found himself repeating the line he’d practiced for an occasion just like this.
Cassie wasn’t the only one who had game. There was a time when pick-up lines tripped off his tongue, charming the pants off — literally — of any woman he wanted. They’d been easy. His girlfriend was anything but.
“Buy me a drink, and I promise to do just that,” she chuckled, her palm covering the back of his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb.
Ethan started to call Reggie and flushed when he saw him watching their antics with amusement. The other man simply rolled his eyes and turned away to grab ingredients for two Specials.
Ah well, Ethan consoled himself as Cassie closed the distance between them and brushed her lips across his, uncaring of who from work might be watching. His girlfriend was unpredictable enough for the both of them. Who could ask for more?
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✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸M A N A G I N G E N H Y P E N
genre! idol, chaos, crack, togetherness, silence of life
pairing! ot7 x head manager reader
synopsis! you're the manager of a popular group who entrusted to you, you think your worry is just looking for their busy schedule for every months but it's more than that
-masterlist-
a week for practice
DAY 1: calm before chaos -- As the manager of the globally renowned boygroup, ENHYPEN, you're used to relaxing. But with only a week left before the world tour, things are about to get even more hectic.
It's a Monday morning, the start of the practice week. You walk into the practice room, coffee in hand, ready to tackle the day. The boys are already there, stretching and joking around.
The atmosphere was very calm, they calmed down and rested for a while before the long practice.
"Alright guys, let's get down to business," you announce, setting your coffee down. The room falls into silence, all eyes on you.
"We have one week left before the world tour. Let's give it our best shot."
Just as you finish your pep talk, the sound of a guitar strumming fills the room. You turn around to see Jay, grinning mischievously, holding a guitar that he definitely should not have at this moment.
"Jay, why on earth do you have a guitar?" you ask, trying to keep a straight face.
"I thought we could start a band within a band," he replies, still strumming away. The room erupts into laughter, easing the tension.
You can't help but laugh along with them. This is just a typical day with Enhypen, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
They sat back in their corner chairs chatting casually.
Then Sunoo turns on Jay's electric guitar,
jdarrrr.
"Oops I'm sorry," with his face grimacing as if he were innocent. Jay stood up and pulled out his guitar.
"What the- the sound was like thunder." Riki frankly.
Heeseung, who had just warmed up, also joined in. "They say that if we have something special, it means it is similar to us."
Jake with a cheesy look. "What did you just want to say?"
"Angry bird." Jungwon chimed in suddenly makes everyone laugh. "Jungwonn~" Jay didn't seem to disapprove of him, he just didn't want to be laughed at.
"OK! come on, time to practice. On the first day, of course y'all are excited, right?" You change the topic to make him feel comfortable again.
They dance in sync, still not tired, not yet. even after training we go to a restaurant to refuel.
"Don't eat oily things." you remind them.
"Ahh whyyy just once, after all there is still tomorrow to shape the body." Jake was already tempted by looking at the menu.
Riki while looking at the menu without looking at him. "Do you really have a body shape?" The joke apparently affected Jake and he didn't order the greasy food.
The seven of them with you ate at a long table, face to face. "Ah, I'm still hungry" Sunoo groped his stomach
"You've already eaten two stupid meal packages." Jake didn't accept it because he also wanted to say that but knew you would nag him.
The day ended with their stomachs full and they headed back to the dorm.
DAY 2: a dance of disaster and delight -- The day starts with the break of dawn, the city slowly coming to life as the sun paints the sky with hues of orange and pink.
It's Tuesday, and for the boys of ENHYPEN, it means another day of intense practice, second day closer to their world tour. But as always, with these seven talented boys, the day is anything but ordinary.
The practice room, usually filled with the melodious strains of their songs, today reverberates with the rhythmic beats of their dance tracks.
The air is thick with concentration and the faint scent of determination. The boys, in their practice gear, are already warming up, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm.
Riki, their lead dancer, stands at the front, his eyes focused on the mirror as he leads the boys through the intricate choreography of their new song. His movements are sharp and precise, a testament to his years of rigorous training.
Suddenly, the pulsating music cuts off, replaced by an abrupt silence that startles everyone. The boys halt mid-move, their bodies frozen in various poses.
All eyes turn to the music system, then to Sunghoon, who is standing by the switch, a bemused expression on his face.
"Riki, why did you stop the music?" you ask, your voice echoing in the silent room.
You rise from your chair tucked away in the corner of the room, your paperwork momentarily forgotten.
Without a word, Sunghoon points to the back of the room. Following his gaze, you see Jay and Jake, their faces flushed, their bodies moving to a rhythm only they seem to hear.
They'e locked in an impromptu dance-off, their moves completely out of sync with the song they were practicing. The rest of the boys are standing around them, their faces split into wide grins as they cheer for their respective favorites.
"Jay claimed he could out-dance me," Jake explains, his voice slightly breathless but his eyes shining with excitement.
Jay, ever the man of few words, merely shrugs, his eyes gleaming with a challenge.
A wave of laughter washes over you, and you find yourself joining in. "Alright, you two. Finish your dance-off.
But remember, we're here to practice for our world tour, not to hold dance battles," you remind them, your voice stern but your eyes twinkling with amusement.
The room comes alive with louder cheers, the boys forming a circle around Jay and Jake.
The music changes to a fast-paced song, and the two boys start dancing, their friendly rivalry adding a dash of fun to the otherwise rigorous day of practice.
Despite the unexpected detour, the rest of the practice goes smoothly. The boys return to their routine, their bodies moving as one to the rhythm of the music.
You watch them, a sense of pride swells within you. The laughter, the camaraderie, the shared moments of joy.
DAY 3: the melody of madness -- Wednesday greets you with the promise of another exciting day with Enhypen. As the sun rises, painting the sky with its golden hues, you can't help but feel a surge of anticipation.
Today's schedule is dedicated to vocal practice, a day filled with harmonious melodies and high notes. But with them, there's always a twist waiting to happen.
The practice room, which was filled with the rhythmic beats of dance music just yesterday, now echoes with the soulful strains of their songs.
The boys, each with a microphone in hand, are standing in a semi-circle, their eyes closed as they immerse themselves in the music.
Heeseung, their main vocalist, is leading the practice. His voice, clear and powerful, fills the room, setting the tone for the others to follow.
One by one, the other members join in, their voices blending together to create a beautiful harmony that sends shivers down your spine.
A high-pitched note pierces the harmonious melody, causing everyone to stop singing. The boys wince, their hands instinctively moving to cover their ears.
The note, though perfectly in tune, is painfully high, and definitely not part of the song they were practicing.
You look up from your notes, your eyes searching for the source of the noise. Your gaze lands on Jungwon, who is standing at the center of the semi-circle, his hand clutching his throat, a sheepish smile on his face.
"Jungwon, are you okay?" you ask, trying to suppress a smile. His attempt at hitting the high note, though unsuccessful, is quite amusing.
"I was trying to hit a high note," he admits, his voice barely a whisper. His confession is met with laughter from the other members, their previous discomfort forgotten.
"Maybe leave the high notes to Heeseung," Sunoo suggests, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Jungwon nods, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he joins in the giggles.
After the brief interruption, the practice resumes.
Their voices once again fill the room, the mishap with the high note adding a touch of humor to the otherwise serious practice session.
DAY 4: the symphony of surprises -- The arrival of Thursday brings with it an air of anticipation. The world tour is just around the corner, and the boys of Enhypen are scheduled for a full run-through of the concert.
You're aware that today is crucial for the success of the tour. But as always, with these seven talented boys, the day is a blend of surprises and seriousness.
The practice room, usually filled with laughter and music, has a different vibe today. The boys, dressed in their stage outfits, are standing on the makeshift stage, their faces reflecting a mix of excitement and nervousness.
The day after tomorrow, they will perform their entire concert, from start to finish, a final test before the actual tour.
As the music starts, the boys spring into action. Their movements, perfected over weeks of practice, are in sync with the rhythm.
Their voices, strong and clear, fill the room. The makeshift stage comes alive with their performance, their energy palpable.
Halfway through the run-through, just as Heeseung is about to hit a high note, the room plunges into darkness. The music continues to play, but the boys stop, their voices trailing off in surprise.
A gasp, followed by a thud and a muffled yelp, breaks the silence.
You quickly rush to the light switch, flipping it on and off in an attempt to bring back the lights. After what feels like an eternity, the lights flicker back on, revealing a scene of chaos.
Sunoo is on the floor, rubbing his back, while the others are trying to stifle their laughter.
"Sunoo, are you okay?" you ask, rushing over to help him up. He nods, trying to hide his embarrassment with a small smile.
"I guess I'm not as graceful in the dark," he says, his comment breaking the tension in the room. The boys burst into laughter, their earlier seriousness replaced with amusement.
Despite the unexpected blackout and the ensuing chaos, the run-through resumes, the boys more focused than ever. The rest of the day goes smoothly, each member giving their best performance.
As the day ends, you can't help but feel a sense of pride. The boys, despite their playful nature, have shown their dedication and seriousness when it matters.
These moments of surprise, laughter, and hard work are what make your journey with them unforgettable.
DAY 5: the finale of frenzy and fun -- Friday dawns bright and early, marking the end of the practice week. The boys are a mix of exhaustion and excitement, the anticipation of the upcoming world tour palpable in the air.
But before they embark, there's one last day of practice, one last day of fun and frenzy.
The practice room, a place of countless memories, is abuzz with activity. The boys are going through their routines one last time, their movements sharp and precise
Their voices, though slightly strained from the week's practice, are still strong, their harmonies filling the room.
Jungwon played the song Bite Me after many times. "Oh gawd please." Jake in his resigned tone.
"Oh my god, not anymore." While Jay lying on the floor.
He just giggled, "Let's go one more time." Jungwon said.
"Naurrr." Jake whined like a baby, he looked tired of his own song.
The chaotic sound became silent when...
Just as they're about to wrap up their morning practice, the door swings open to reveal their CEO.
His unexpected visit surprises everyone, the boys quickly straightening up in respect. He commends them on their hard work and dedication, his words of praise bringing smiles to their faces.
Sunghoon nudged your arm and whispered, "Why didn't you tell us, I could have prepared."
"Who would have known heh – this came suddenly to me too. Luckily y'all weren't fighting." whispered back to him but several members could still hearit.
As he turns to leave, he hands you a box, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "A little something to lighten the mood," he says, leaving you with the mysterious box.
Curiosity piqued, you open the box to find seven water guns, their bright colors contrasting with the seriousness of the practice room. The boys' eyes light up at the sight, their fatigue momentarily forgotten.
With a nod from you, a water gun fight ensues, turning the practice room into a battlefield. The boys chase each other around, their laughter echoing in the room.
You join in, the stress of the upcoming tour momentarily forgotten in the face of the fun and games.
As the day progresses, the water gun fight turns into a game of tag, then a dance-off, and finally a singing competition. The room is filled with laughter and cheers, the boys' camaraderie shining through.
As the sun sets, marking the end of the day, you look at the boys, their faces glowing with happiness. Despite the exhaustion, the stress, and the hard work, they've managed to find joy in the little moments.
These moments of pure joy, amidst all the chaos, make everything worthwhile.
#enhypen#enha#engene#enhypen imagines#yang jungwon#lee heeseung#park jongseong#sim jaeyun#park sunghoon#kim sunoo#nishimura riki#jungwon x reader#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#niki x reader#enhypen fanfiction#fanfiction#enhypen ff#fanfic#ffs#enhypen fic#enhypen dance practice
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since purgatory is ending here is a messy list of random BOLAS?!?!?! moments I liked since they were my main POV
- THE GAS MASK DEATH CULT!!! It was so iconic and I can imagine them just acting like normal when they go home but once in a while making some unnerving reference to the Gas or something 😭 haha remember that time we were in a cult guys that was crazy... *eyes twitching bc of toxic gas abstinence* they will never look at a gas mask the same way again and neither will I
- It was so sweet how much more they bonded and how they mostly tried to log in together. It was surprising how much Charlie logged in this event even off-stream, but even if it isn't his typical gameplay style you could tell he just enjoyed spending time with BOLAS?!?! :')
- All the Dadza jokes lol Loved it when Phil would log off and they'd just be completely lost and be like WHAT DO WE DO NOW??? DO WE FALL AND DIE??? DO WE GIVE EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO BLUE TEAM??? DO WE INVITE BADBOYHALO OVER?? LMAO
- Also Baghera sometimes playing a bratty kid and being super happy whenever she got Phil's approval 😭😭 and the way how this relates to her lore and how she never had a real childhood WAWAWAWAA
- BAGHERA'S CHAINSAW!!! the stuff of Quackity's nightmares LOOL please giver her a chainsaw at Quesadilla 👉👈
- Girlboss gatekeep gaslighter Jaiden... that day she just kept dying and playing up the damsel in distress card and then got kidnapped by the Blue Team AND THEN kidnapped the Green Team(?)'s goblin by complete accident that was so funny lmaooo
- The entirety of Day 2 from Red POV felt like a sitcom episode lol Like Charlie's POV in particular was insane, when he kidnapped the fucking NPC and then chased Quackity and then they tried gaslighting him in global chat akkasjdkkdkd and all that culminating in their first win after a rocky start, that day was just pure CINEMA
- CARRE THE ARGENTINIAN BEAST !!! even if he didn't log in as much I think him being there for the first days was crucial for Red's morale lol, love the way he would mostly play silently and then unmute to say something unhinged, the "ay papi" clip is a one shot kill for me even when I know it's coming
- The fucking "HOLY SHIT KILL YOURSELF" from Jaiden with Charlie going "LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!" while everyone else equally died in the bg when they got a disaster in day 1...... that clip is everything to me
- THE FUCKING BARKING AND CHANTING EVERY TIME THEY GOT TOXIC GAS AJSJDJDJAK???!?!?
- Ok the Egg War event in general was so cool. Foolish's castle was the true star of the show and it was great how he and Cellbit worked together to make the perfect fortress. And Cellbit's strategy of not showing the egg's location on-stream made me even more tense as a viewer because I had NO IDEA whether green team was getting close to the egg or not
- Slimeriana reunion! That happened. In the Global Spawn Pool. Yeah. Let us never speak of it again
- That clip of Cellbit oneshotting Tina and her scream being cut off 😭
- The clip of Phil just leaving a serious discussion with Fit and BBH and then seeing Baghera laughing hysterically and her saying "PHILZA GET IN THE VC!! :D" and he gets in and they're just playing loud vaccuum noises while mining sand lmao
- When everyone was discussing the egg statues on VC and Bagi and Cellbit were yelling at each other(in RP) and Bagi called him her brother and Phil went "YOU GUYS ARE SIBLINGS???" and then Cellbit muted her, peak sibling behavior
- Tubbo saying "okay gay murder boy" and Cellbit responding "hows fred btw" and Tubbo logging off LOL I just love every moment of qCellbit and qTubbo being toxic gays towards each other
- oh god how could I forget, CELLBIT BEING DISTRACTED BY ROIER'S MUSCLES DURING THE EGG WAR I HATE THEM😭
- And finally, something I'll really miss from this event: when the server would close and all the CCs would hang out together in VC and talk about the day and play games together :'')
could list more but I'm tired and just going off memory. anyways rip purgatory it was def exhausting but overall i did have a lot of fun(definitely more than the election LOL)
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Uno, Out | Jude Bellingham
♡ — pairing(s): Jude Bellingham x reader
♢ — author annotations: hi my name is clov3 there's a global demand for pretty football boy fanfics and I write here look at me writings hehe
♤ — c/t w(s): none <3
♧ — synopsis: Your best friend Jude accidentally ends your hangout with a love confession.
♫ — music inspo.: JUST FRIENDS BY AUDREY MIKA
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GIF by avenirdelight
"Grow the hell up, Bellingham."
"I'm just saying that's not a legit UNO rule, and I think you know that."
"What I know?" You pause, dramatic as always. Jude misses that flair when he's away. "Is that as newly delegated UNO champion I can't understand your peasant ramblings? What are you saying right now, Ju?"
He doesn't have to look to know the stupid grin you're wearing, but he does anyway and bites his own bottom lip so as not to smile himself. You've just finished tidying the game and snacks up, and his blanket you'd for years claimed as yours had been folded and discarded on your loveseat. He almost forgets what he's looking for, but seeing his shoes in the corner of his vision jogs his memory.
"Man," he exhales, one hand on the wall steadying himself as he lazily shoves his feet into his shoes. In the corner nearest the door is a pair of his slippers that you keep around for him, should he need or want them. "It was just one game."
"Don't care. You got dethroned."
You've approached the entryway now, hands defiantly on your hips. Your head is tilted upwards, partly because Jude is tall and partly a consequence of your ballooned ego. Jude wants to bask in your amusement for much, much longer, too much longer than appropriate for just friends, but yet another notification from the team group chat reminds him that he really can't stay.
He yearns to stay with you.
He could bring up how he'd won the three games beforehand, but the moment is gone now, and he opts to just shake his head.
"Don't die, okay?" You huff, and he gives one last glance that he pleads with every God out there that it isn't full of too much longing for you. He knows what you're asking.
"I'll text you."
You only hum in response. It's been a couple of months now, that every time he leaves you, he wants to pepper your face with kisses and assure you that he can't wait to return. He wants to come home to your signature scent, an airy contrast to the usual smell of cut grass and athletic equipment. He imagines you drowning in one of his shirts, that perfect, stupid, contagious grin to comfort him about leaving.
"Bye, Jude,"
You say something, and he hears it, but the words don't quite penetrate his brain. You're probably saying bye. Your voice is like a song he'll never be able to overplay, a saccharine syrup he will never get tired of swimming in. Jude imagines you embracing him fondly right before he walks out the door. He envisions making sure you know, always,
"Bye, y/n, I love you."
"What?"
Fuck.
His subtle smile drops. He's already got one foot out the door, he's already got his lanyard in one hand ready to fish out the car keys, the other in the middle of closing the door behind him. He can't see your face.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The door is closed. He swears he hears a confused call of his name, followed by another confused "what?" but if he did, it was too muffled by the very shut front door for him to be sure. He's already in the motion of casually strolling toward his car.
Fuck? Fuck.
He could cry right now, but he's too dumbfounded, and before the grief can reach a resulting action, he's starting the car.
No, it's sinking in now.
In his peripheral he sees your front door fly back open. You're running out to his car, no shoes on. He's complained to you about that before -- you could step on something sharp. Before he can decide what to do, you've nearly fallen face-first into the driver-side window while halting to a stop, swinging open his car door. Your eyes are wide as you balance one hand on your bare knee, the other holding the door open.
"I love you too!"
♢ — author postnote (s): gym equipment has that goddamn smell bro ik you know what im talking about shit. like its got me heated rn is there a word for that smell. also this app sucks how many times do I have to post this
#jude bellingham#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham fic#football oneshot#footballer x you#pablo gavi#reader insert#x reader#fluff#jude bellingham fluff#confession#friends to lovers#jude bellingham one shot#oneshot#x you#gender neutral reader#at least i dont think i implied a gender here so please lmk if you find otherwise
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