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cevans16 · 3 years

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Ask Her To Dance

Summary: You’re part of the Avengers during the Infinity War era, you and the cast have a final party in Greece

You had all recently finished filming Infinity War, traveling to Europe to start the promo tour, ending up in Greece. You played a military veteran who had started working for the Avengers, you had grown close to the entire cast, having a crush on Sebastian. Sebastian had always been a quiet one except when he was with you or Anthony Mackie.

It was the last night after a ton of interviews, photoshoots, etc. Robert had suggested you all go out to a club to blow off some steam and as as last hoorah. So there you were in a midi skin-tight lavender summer dress and black high heels. Scarlett had done your makeup in a dark smokey eye look balancing the rest with a natural shade while Lizzie did your hair in voluminous curls, you looked sexy to say the least.

“Wow....you look wow, I’m not a lesbian but I would turn for you” Scarlett said once they took a final look at you.

“What am I not hot before this look?” you teased

“Oh of course you are but now I can’t hold myself” she said smirking at you.

While they were finishing up you heard someone knock on the hotel door, you went to open it to find the boys standing there, they didn’t say a word but their eyes looked like they were about to pop out.

“Okay...where’s (Y/N) and what have you done to her?” Robert jokingly asked

“Stop! You guys coming in or what” you said stepping aside to allow them in

“I think they’re almost done, I’m going downstairs to get us a cab” you said.

You didn’t see that Mackie had elbowed Sebastian to go with you to the lobby. Sebastian blushed and shook his head, “Come on.....hey (Y/N) you shouldn’t go alone, Sebs here will accompany you” Mackie announced.

You looked at him with a confusing look but didn’t ask any questions, at least not in front of the boys. “Okay...come on Sebastian”.

“Ladies first” he motioned to you to walk inside the elevator first to head down

“Such a gentleman” you said. You leaned on the elevator wall, tapping your heel on the floor

“You look beautiful (Y/N)” Sebastian said in a soft whisper, you felt your cheeks heat up at him complimenting you

“Thank you, you look great as always” you replied, this time you saw him blush, he smiled scrunching in his nose in that adorable way that he always did when he got shy.

You let the driver know that you would be down in about twenty more minutes. You and Sebastian headed back up to see if everyone else was almost ready. You walked in to the room with Scarlett and Lizzie finishing up the last of their makeup. You grabbed a mascara to touch up on your own eyelashes.

“You ladies take forever” Chris Evans teased you three

“Okay then wait for us over there” you turned to say to him

You kept eyeing Evans for a bit, he obviously caught onto your expression.

“Noooo whatever it is don’t” he said a little frightened

“Seriously, you two film a movie where you are a couple and now you act like a couple” Robert teased

Robert’s comment caused Sebastian’s heart to drop a little bit. He knew you and Chris Evans were only great friends but after seeing some of the footage of the Knives Out movie you and Chris played as a toxic couple, Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder if there could be something more between you and Chris.

“Oh stop no, its not like that but I do have an idea...well more of a favor” you said

“What?” Chris asked you

“Can I please put mascara on one of your eyelashes because yours are so long and I want to see what they look like with mascara!” you asked him excitedly

“What the fahck noooo” he said, his little Bostonian accent showing

“Please Chris, just one eye! I promise I’ll wipe it off.....please, I’ll drop on my knees to beg you” you pleaded

“Can you at least wait for all of us to leave, we don’t want to see that” Robert joked

“Shut it Downey” you said laughing, “Please Chris, I’ll give you ten bucks”

Chris narrowed his eyes at you, mulling over the situation for a second. He couldn’t say no to you though, you had become such a great friend to him.

“Fine, just one damn eye that’s it” he said to you

You did a little jump of joy, walking over to him. He was on the end of the couch next to Sebastian. You set your knee between Sebastian and Chris who had scooted a bit over to give you some space.

“Why am I letting you do this?” Chris said already regretting his choice

“Because you love me” you teased at him

“That I do” he immediately replied

Sebastian would be lying if he said that he wasn’t jealous at hearing Chris say that, or seeing you get along great with Chris, let alone seeing how close your face was to Chris’. He didn’t say anything, only intently looking at you place the mascara on Chris’ eyelashes. Mackie on the other hand could tell the little green monster was getting the best of Sebastian slowly but surely.

“Ohhh my gosh -CHRIS- this isn’t fair” you yelped seeing his eyelashes grow longer and darker

You glanced quickly over to Sebastian, he looked away instantly, a light blush on his cheeks.

“Wait, you have long lashes too, not like Chris’ but--OKAY this isn’t fair, why do you boys get long lashes” you commented

“Yours are long too so stop whining” Chris said

You were still looking at Sebastian’s eyes, they were a beautiful shade of blue, you loved his eyes, this was the first time you were able to see them so upclose though.

“Are you going to stare at him or can I wipe this damn makeup off?” Chris asked pulling you out of your trance. This time you felt yourself blush with Sebastian being the one to catch you.

“Sorry- yes Chris you can go now. Sebastian, would you let me put mascara on” you now asked him

“I’m sure he’d let you do anything to him” Mackie commented, earning a deathful glare from Sebastian

“It’s okay if you don’t want to” you immediately added

“Nahh let me see doll” he smiled at you, leaning his face closer to yours, you felt your breath hitch.

“YAY, okay look up just a little bit-oh wait hold on” you said, you put the mascara that you had in your hand behind your dress, you pulled out another one from your thigh, Sebastian was a little confused at the switch.

“Don’t say anything but I used waterproof mascara on Chris” you whispered giggling at your confession.

“You’re bad” Sebastian replied chuckling at your little shenanigans, Chris was going to flip. And he sure did.

“Okay I’m almost don-” you were about to say

“(Y/N)!!!!!” you heard Chris yell for you, he came out of the bathroom followed by the girls who couldn’t stop laughing

“What?” you asked innocently

“Don’t ‘what’ me with those eyes, you put waterproof on didn’t you!?” he stated

“Noooo look” you said showing him the mascara you had in your hand

“That’s bullshit where is it!?” he yelled

You knew he wasn’t entirely pissed but he wasn’t too happy either

“Chris I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said trying to hide the smirk on your face

“I see it” Chris said at the mascara that was placed behind your back in your dress. Chris swiped it out quickly, almost shoving it in your face.

“I’ll get you back” he peered at you

“Ohhh how scary” you said cackling at this point. Chris didn’t respond however he slightly shoved you towards Sebastian who caught you with his hands on your sides, both of you blushing immensely.

“Sorry” you both said at the same time. You could feel everyone else’s eyes on you and Sebastian. You got up from the couch walking over to get a makeup wipe remover

“You have nice eyelashes too Sebs.....actually your entire eyes....its not fair” you complimented him

“Thanks” he replied shyly.

He was about to take the wipe from your hands but you shook your head, reaching over to his face to wipe away the makeup

“Why does he get special treatment?” Chris asked, he knew exactly why.

“Shut it” you said

“I’m still going to get you back, this shit does not come off easily” Chris said complaining.

The girls were finally done, all of you doing one last check before heading out to the bar lounge which was a little far away from the hotel.

After a twenty minute drive you arrived to your destination, you and the girls headed to the restroom while the guys got some drinks and headed over to the private section. The place wasn’t too crowded or crazy but there were enough people to give it a great atmosphere. It also overlooked part of Greece and the ocean, the warm humid weather being complemented with a nice breeze.

“So now that we’re done with the tour, maybe you should ask her out before you start filming here?” Mackie encouraged Sebastian.

“Ehhh I don’t know man, I don’t think she likes me” Sebastian replied shyly

“Oh don’t start with that, she is into you! She just doesn’t make it obvious, Scar told me that she thinks you’re cute sooo can’t be wrong, won’t hurt to ask” Mackie said.

“Trust me she likes you” Chris added in with a wink at Sebastian.

“Where did you go?” Hemsworth asked him

“I was getting payback” he smirked

Sebastian was going to ask Chris what he meant until he saw you and the girls walking over with your drinks.

“Man this place is beautiful!” You yelled over the music.

“You’ve never been to Greece?” Lizzie asked you

“Nah it’s my first time so be gentle” you joked, Sebastian almost spit out his drink

“Speaking of first times, how’s the movie for you two going?” Scarlett asked you and Chris, you both turned to look at each other

“Not bad actually, definitely more risqué than what I did in Vampire Diaries” you explained.

“Ohhh I may or may not have requested that song” Chris Evans confessed while drinking his beer

“What!! Why?!” you yelped

“Oh come on, you know people go crazy when they see you on the screen with that song playing” he smirked

He was right, there was a certain scene in the show you had done where your character is a newly turned vampire, almost dirty dancing with one of the bad boy vampires at a college party.

“I swear everywhere I go they play that song” you added

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing” Evans said.

“What show?” Sebastian asked curiously, he had heard about the show but never watched it. Sebastian’s comment added onto the fuel of everyone around you.

“Out of all people, YOU for sure have to see it, she looks hot” Scarlett motioned over to you

“Scarrrr” you gritted through your teeth. Luckily you were saved by the song playing over the speakers, Feel So Close by Calvin Harris boomed over the place.

The intro had you moving to the beat, you loved this song, it brought you great memories from when you were part of the Vampire Diaries show

Almost a minute into the song the DJ yelled, “We hear a certain vampire is in the building!! Give it up for (Y/N)!!!!!”

Sure enough they played that certain party scene on the big screen. You and your former costar Ian Somerhalder killing it as vampires dirty dancing.

You felt yourself blushing, embarrassed at the unwanted attention. You turned to Chris Evans who was laughing his ass off while recording your reaction and everyone else.

“Let’s see your famous vampire moves!” the DJ yelled into the microphone

You yelled over to Lizzie and Scarlett, “Too bad I don’t have my friend to dance with me”

You moved your hips stronger to the rhythm of the song, twirling, making the exact moves you did when you had done that certain episode. You were laughing, carefree, having fun almost forgetting about your embarrassment.

Sebastian was paying attention to both you and the scene playing, he had to watch this show he thought to himself. He always thought you were gorgeous but this scene seeing you with blood, fangs, dancing, turned him on more than anything. However he also wished he was the guy who had been dancing with you for that scene.

Your final move was another sway of your hips, in the show you had ran your finger on your costar’s face to wipe some blood, sucking on it. You did the exact same move to Scarlett who acted like she was fanning herself. The boys and Lizzie laughed at your move, the entire place going crazier.

When the song ended, you shoved Evans, “I hate you!!!” you yelled over to him

“Payback’s a bitch sweetheart” he laughed, you shook your head, “ahhh come on, you know that song brings you back to good old times” he added

“I hate to say it but you’re right” you agreed, the song reminded you of great times with your former castmates

“What about it? You and that guy dated” Sebastian asked curiously

“Ian...no he was dating someone else but he’s still a great friend of mine. We had such a blast filming that part, brings me very fun memories from when I did that show” you explained.

After Evans’ little stunt on you, you guys were all dancing around having a great time.

The next song to come up was Gimme Gimme by ABBA causing you and the girls to go crazy, the boys only laughed enjoying your excitement.

You, Scarlett and Lizzie made a sandwich between each other, all dancing carefree. You all took turns lip syncing, twirling each other.

You yelling “GIMME GIMME GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT!!!” with Scarlett and Lizzie doing a supposed back up dancing.

Sebastian had never seen this side of you, at this moment he really wished you were his girlfriend because he really wanted to kiss you.

“You should ask her to dance” Robert yelled over to him, motioning to you

Sebastian instantly shook his head, “I can’t...I don’t want to make it awkward plus she’s having fun” he added.

“Suit yourself” Robert said walking away to get some water

You were all at the lounge for about another two hours, enjoying a night out with each other.

One of the next songs was I Feel Love by Donna Summer

Sebastian wasn’t going to ask you to dance until he saw you were with Evans’ heading towards the dance floor besides Hemsworth and his wife Elsa dancing next to you and smiling at you both.

You started to hold Evans’ left hand moving to the beat as it picked up both of you laughing about something. Sebastian looked at Mackie who was smirking at him, “You’ll regret it if you don’t” leaning in closer to Sebastian, “trust me though there’s nothing more going on between those two” he explained referring to you and Chris.

Like clockwork, Sebastian walked over to you and Evans, Lizzie and Scarlett noticed because they called Evans over to dance with them, you were about to follow when you heard Sebastian yell for you.

“(Y/N), want to dance?” he said smiling shyly

You felt your heart skip a beat, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea because you knew your feelings for Sebastian would probably get worse but you decided to just live in the moment

“Sure!” you yelled, placing your hand onto his, he twirled you first and then you two were moving into a great rhythm to the song

You liked that Sebastian kept you close but still was respectful to your space, its not that you didn’t want to be grinding on him but you also wanted to respect Sebastian.

At one point he pulled you in close to his face and said, “I really would like to kiss you (Y/N)”

You looked up at him, you didn’t know what to say at first so you pulled his face down towards yours, playfully licking his nose with your tongue causing him to laugh

“What was that for?” he asked surprised at your action

“I’ve wanted to kiss you too Sebastian” you confessed

With that Sebastian then licked your nose with his tongue while he held your face with both of his hands and then he kissed you passionately. You two kissed each other like there was no tomorrow while still keeping to the beat of Donna Summer’s sultry song.

“Holy shit!!!!” Evans yelled over you two, “fucking finally!!!” he added while the rest of cast cheered you and Sebastian on.

Although the song is almost eight minutes long it felt like two with Sebastian. You two kept dancing, giving each other a few kisses here and there.

At one point you were all back to your private section again. The final song was 34+35 by Ariana Grande

“Oh-I love this song!” you yelled

“YOU, innocent (Y/N)?!” Mackie exclaimed

“It’s not that bad” you said defensively

“Just give me them babieees” you sang loudly but looked at Scarlett, making a come here gesture for her to join you.

You kept singing the song, surprising everyone because you weren’t much into pop let alone a song about explicit sex. The girls joined in including Robert’s wife Susan and Elsa, Hemsworth’s wife.

Sebastian was mesmerized by you in so many ways it drove him crazy.

“Baby, you might need a side belt when I ride it” you acted like you put a seatbelt on, saying your hips like your were riding.

“I’m living for this” Lizzie chuckled while dancing with you too

“Sebastian...look away” Evans’ said covering Sebastian’s eyes playfully

“Nooo leave him alone” Elsa laughed

After a while, you all started gathering your things to head back to the hotel. Sebastian grabbed your hand, kissing it and smiling at you.

“What” you asked him smiling back

“Nothing, well, would you like to uhm.... go out on a date with me?” he asked you a bit nervous

“I would love to Sebastian” you said

He scrunched his nose in a cute way that he always did when he got nervous or flustered.

“I can’t wait” he said leaning over to give you a kiss on your forehead

“I told you to ask her to dance” Robert said smiling over at you both.

You were glad that Sebastian had listened.

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literate-simp · 3 years

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BEING BESTIES W/ SOME JJK CHARACTERS; Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojou and Sukuna.

Notes: Look. I know we all simp terribly for our husbandos/waifus but I just wanted to write a simple hc about what it's like to be their besties

Warning(s): slight cursing. I indulged too much on Sukuna.

Includes: gn! reader, fluff, chaotic energy, mentions of romance (just light)

Itadori Yuji

He's friends with everyone, says hi to strangers and probably would be besties with every old lady he meets so it wasn't hard to be friends with him.

But the second he becomes besties with you, shit's gonna get borderline chaotic.

3AM and y'all can't sleep? McDonald's parking lot with an abandoned shopping car would sound damned fine. You both remember the moment as 'Chicken Nuggies and the Wind' since he t-posed on the moving cart whilst eating nuggies (you both almost scratched a Ferari).

If you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer in training, he'd still try to sneak you in his room to watch some movies. You with the snacks, leaving Yuji in charge of the movie picking (you can't decide to save your life)

Cuddles! Nothing wrong with besties cuddling. He's extremely respectful to your s/o (if you have one) and are probably good friends with them too!

Though the second you come to him crying, they were already being patched up in the hospital. Won't hit a woman, against his morals, but he will make sure she never speaks to you again.

Understanding, chaotic besties! An arm around your shoulder when someone's obviously making you uncomfortable, he's the one barking when he sees someone slip something into your drink.

The friend to help you find your way out of a frat house. Makes sure you're getting touched with your consent and sober. All you need to do is give him a sign that you're alright and he'll give you a thumbs up before leaving.

Definitely the friend you'd open up to (about anything) and not be treated differently after so.

You told him about your problems a few minutes prior. It was quiet, a bit too quiet. And you were worried he might leave you for it.

"Ey, Y/N. Wanna go to McDonald's again? I think they have that burger you like," He blurts, catching you off guard. You raise your eyebrows before smiling gratefully.

"Sounds great, Itadori."

You guys talk about women with butts all the time. Not out of thirst or anything, it would just be a random thought that comes up and one of you would contribute to the other. You once mentioned something about Jennifer Lawrence and he would not stop talkinf about her. It was hilarious how much he was drooling.

You wear his hoodies and he's fine with it. Thinks you look good in them. Sukuna teases you both about your relationship and Yuji slaps his mouth shut before he says anything more.

"You look great in them, Y/N," Itadori grins, rummaging through his closet to find more hoodies.

"Thank you. They're pretty comfy," You mention the fabric and the fluffiness. He listens to you intently before Sukuna pops out from his cheek.

"Ehhh? This is the one you think about everyday--," Itadori has never slapped his cheek so hard before in his life.

Megumi Fushiguro

Honestly, pretty chill dude.

He has a small group of people he trusts, and a smaller one to which he considers to be his good friends.

So to be his best friend, you must've gained a huge amount of respect from him; saved him, maybe even overheard something you shouldn't have and kept quiet about it on your own accord.

You would have a 'you aren't comfortable with it, so I'm not forcing anything' vibe to which he would be relieved to know. Though even so, you are the more hyper one in the platonic relationship.

Outings would consist of trips to libraries or quiet nights on the couch with your legs entangled together with lo-fi music playing in the background.

Not much talking, Megumi likes to keep to himself and you have no problem with the comfortable silence you both bring together.

Though sometimes it gets too quiet so you annoy the hell out of him to get his attention; cheek poking, soft arm punches, slight pushing.

Megumi ignores this, finding your actions a bit cute. If it gets too annoying, he will get up and leave, having you trail behind him, whining like a child wanting candy.

Yuji would join in. Definitely. Nobara too if she was bored enough.

"Megumi~ I want your attention~," You whine, running after the raven-haired man.

"Yeah! Yeah! Pay attention to Y/N!" Yuji supports you. You clap your hands together, only to be hit with a shoe by Megumi.

He would never do anything outside of your comfort zone. If you had an s/o, they both would be neutral with each other.

If you were to get hurt from said s/o, they would leave your house with a bloody knuckle. He wouldn't hit a girl, but he definitely will destroy whatever life she has outside of your relationship with her.

Parties are a no-go for him, unless his friends force him to. He's the designated driver with three other drunk children (Hint; Yuuji, Nobara and you). He wouldn't carry anyone else but you back to your room.

"Jeez, Y/N. You should know how to handle your alcohol," Megumi sighs, laying you on top of your bed gently and pulling the covers up.

"Nngh. Didn't know it was alcohol," You groaned. He smiles, patting your cheek before getting up to leave.

"I'll get you some painkillers in the morning, alright?"

You can wear his sweatshirts if you annoy him about it (he secretly likes how comfortable you are around him). He thinks you look charming in them, Yuji never shuts up about your friendship. It's the few times he's seen Megumi genuinely smile.

Nobara Kugisaki

Radiates bad bitch energy.

It isn't easy in the first stages since she has standards with friends but the second you both find something similar about each other, it's an immediate ride-or-die friendship.

You would need a major backbone, 'I'm too hot for this bs' kinda vibe (it's canon that the reader is a bad bitch, periodt). You would have arguments with her but it's pretty basic stuff like the perfect colour for nailpolish or whether Maki deserves the Earth or the universe (you both agree it's the universe).

Outings consists of shopping malls and popular cafes. You take selfies everytime you see something relatively new.

Talk about anything under the sun -- newest trends, new food to try out, Maki -- but her favourites are hearing you talk about your day. If you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer, she'd visit your apartment, give you a hug and sit on the couch to listen to you blabber away about something that isn't related to curses or death. She needs time to rewind and you never mention how vulnerable she looks when she's tired.

"Uh-huh and what happens next?" Nobara asked, carressing your hair as you lay on her lap.

"He wouldn't stop following us! It was so creepy! No means no right? Like why would you waste your energy following a group of friends who aren't interested?" You ranted on. Nobara simply nods in agreement, smiling at your annoyed face.

She doesn't mind your s/o, probably would just say hi before leaving you two alone. She doesn't have a problem about her friends having a relationship, she does, however, gets pissed that she isn't in one.

If you come to her crying about them, she would slither in some 'fuckin told you they were gonna do it' or 'I told you so'. Though it makes you upset, you know she's gonna trash their house the second you leave the room.

Your (now) ex would suddenly be cancelled beyond belief, you wouldn't know what happened to them.

Despite the bad bitch personality, you are the more patient one.

Parties is a yes. She comes in as a self-confident woman and will leave self-confident and drunk. She's the life of the party and pulls you into conversations to keep you company. Even if you don't contribute much to the conversation, she makes sure you aren't out of her sight. She's not the type to bring a friend to a party and leave them the second after. She cares about you even if her way of showing was a bit too pushy.

You share clothes with her and she'll give you comments about it.

"The shirt doesn't fit. No, no. The other one. Yeah, that one."

"Who cares if people say you aren't supposed to wear skirts? Your ass rocks better in those than mine. Just take them."

Personally likes dressing you up, doesn't like dressing you up for dates though. Still doesn't know why.

Gojou Satoru

God, the willpower you have to even tolerate this man is immense.

It's not hard to be his friend, all you have to do is do something that amuses him and he'll keep teasing you about it.

In this platonic relationship, you're the more calm one. People call you to take care of Gojou constantly, and you're the only one he allows to scold him.

He goes for missions half the time so it's rare to see you both go for outings. The most you've been together outside of Jujustu Tech and work hours was in a bar with Nanami (you both bond over the fact that Gojou is terrible to work with). He got too drunk and started slurring his words.

"Y/N~ stohp flirting with Nanamin and talk to meee," He whines, pinching your cheeks as you sigh.

"We are simply talking about your bad work habits, Satoru," Nanami answers whilst shaking his head, downing another drink before he gets up to leave. "I'll take him home, rest well Y/N."

"Noooo, I want Y/N!"

A needy best friend. Constantly asks for attention. If you ignored him, he would only make the situation slightly more annoying -- similar to Megumi's Y/N, the basic cheek poking and whining.

Your s/o would probably hate him, he's a bit too flirty and likes to hug you in public. People mistake you both for a couple rather than the s/o at hand. Don't be surprised if it's the main reason your relationships don't end well.

If you come to him upset because of them, he wouldn't waste a second to zoom to your shared apartment and 'deal' with the person. Would come back with a smile and some takoyaki. No blood on him since he used his infinity.

Parties are alright with him. He's the cool flirty dude everyone seems to fawn over. Would accompany you for half an hour, only to leave with another chick to a nearby bedroom. You never end up partying with him after opening the God forsaken door and he's never stopped trying to make it up to you.

Other than the traumatic event, he'd a bit of a douche but still tries to look for you in the crowd. He waves once he sees you and flashes a reassuring smile before continuing his talk with the others.

You don't share clothes with him simply because it's Gojou. Who knows when the last time he washed his clothes.

Though he's willing to share. You're just more reluctant, really. Finds it cute when his shirts are slightly bigger than you. If you're built bigger than he is, he would like how tight it looks on your body.

"Starting to think you look better in my clothes than I am. And that's a pretty good compliment." He grins.

Hates the fact you never take his compliments seriously. Says it from the bottom of his heart, he really thinks you're charming.

Ryomen Sukuna

God, was it hard trying to befriend this curse of a man. An asshole, he stuck his feet out to trip you over multiple times before cackling like a damned demon (which he is).

Though you're always genuine with him. You liked having conversations with him and listen to him boast about himself for hours. Guess that's when he saw you as a close acquaintance.

Would never tell you you're his best friend. Never. Not once. Him simply acknowledging you was enough for everyone to know he favored one person.

Being friends with Sukuna meant being friends Yuji. Itadori always apologizes on his behalf and you would always laugh, telling him it's alright. Sukuna gets annoyed by this though.

"Stupid human. Who do you think you are being all mush with this useless vessel of mine?" He sneered the second he could pop out. You shrugged, taking some popcorn to feed him.

"He's a pretty good guy. You should cut him some slack," You answered, stuffing some popcorn to your face as well

Will constantly threaten to kill you but you never paid heed. You know you're his only friend. You don't agree with his actions but you find the curse interesting.

Literally the only person who's allowed to tease him. You get away with things most curses would get killed from. You once hand him super hot sauce for his pancakes and he glared at you for the remainder of his time being conscious in Yuji's body. You found the plate broken with a fork stabbed through it.

You aren't allowed to go on outings with Sukuna (obviously) so you both spend your time within Yuji's room. Not allowed to go out since everyone'll freak out seeing Yuji with tattoos resembling the King of Curses.

"Humans are so boring," Sukuna groaned, his head on the bedstand. "All they do is just sit around doing nothing but scroll through their stupid boxes." You smiled at him.

"Not my fault you commit mass genocide for fun. I'd say we're pretty passive."

He would literally never care about your love life. Still has the old man mentality that romance meant sex and that was about it. If they were to meet, the curse would just roll his eyes and turn the other way.

Getting hurt by your s/o results to hurtful teasing and bloodshed. No in-between, no nothing. He wouldn't know how to comfort you properly so he'd send Yuji in his place. Would sit at the back of Yuji's mind getting pissed that he was hugging and rubbing your back gently as if he couldn't have done it himself (literally sent Yuji only to judge him).

Not allowed to go out so parties is also a no-go BUT since this is just a headcanon, let's imagine it's college AU.

College AU Sukuna would love parties -- he throws them, orders his friends to invite hot girls and frat guys. And invites you himself. No one would know you were friends since he never mentions it but will literally choke anyone who looks at you like you're a piece of candy.

Gets way too drunk and probably have railed 3 people to cloud 9 in a matter of 2 hours but still go out just to check up on you. He doesn't necessarily care but he hates having the sick feeling that you were in possible danger somewhere he wouldn't be able to see you.

Stare at you for a good 3 seconds before leaving you alone. You'd never know he was there.

Clothes! His clothes are Yuji's and he barely even keeps his shirts in tact. Does he care whether you wear it or not? No.

Is he pissed? Slightly.

This took me two days, I'm not sure if it sounds canon anymore. Anyways, thank you for reading!

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TITLE: TIME TO TIME (4/?)

Some tags: Canon compliant, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Minor Mikenana, Veterans, Canon-typical violence, Character Study, Love to hate, Hate to love, Mutual pining

Summary:

When Hange met Levi, little did she know everything that would come after.

Not just titans and the end of the world, but their own personalities, problems, and not to mention those developing feelings none of them want to acknowledge.

Over time their relationship changes, for good and worse. But at the end they always come back to each other.

It’s only a matter of time.

—AKA the LeviHan journey. From meeting to friends, to something more, to hating each other (or do they?), to rekindling their relationship, etc. —

Cross-posting on: AO3

Other Chapters: 1 2 3 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Notes: 👀Some conflict may be coming next chap... Thanks for reading! Feedback is always very much appreciated.

Chapter 4: Best friends to… something more?

Can feelings go on without one’s awareness? Is there something we can do to stop them? There certainly should be; we should be able to decide, and our body to obey.

Yet, if someone remains ignorant to the nature of their actions—the reason behind their overflowing concern for a person, how much time they spend together, and the annoyance that comes when someone else appears to be better suited for them—how could they stop those feelings?

One little slip—only a small advance is necessary… and everything changes.

“I need to tell Levi this!” Hange exclaims, her eyes wide open. She roses to her feet and is about to rush out when Nana takes her arm.

“Shh!” Nana looks around and pulls her down. “No one else knows!”

“Really?”

“Almost no one else. And besides, Levi isn’t even here, remember? He went to the capital with Erwin.”

Hange’s shoulders hunch. For a second, she forgot that Erwin and Levi were far away and that this has been the longest week of her life. Who would have thought the barracks were so boring?

“You don’t miss him, do you?” Nana wriggles her eyebrows, holding a laugh within.

“I always miss my friends.” Hange stirs in her sit. “Like when you left to visit your mother. I cried for you every single night.”

Nana giggles. “Sure you did, I heard you guys even went out to party! And I don’t remember anyone saying you used to wander the corridors all droopy in those desolate days without me.”

“I don’t do that now!”

Nana dismisses her words with a wave of her hand. “Anyway, don’t say it loudly. I heard it from Mike, who knows it cause… well, cause he’s Mike and he owns a supernatural olfactory sense.”

“Unbelievable.” Hange openly stares at the subject of their conversation, a tall woman with strong arms at the other side of the Mess Hall. She’s one of the oldest—and best—veterans from the Survey Corps. “All this time I thought she fancied Acton. Or Molly.” Hange chews a piece of meat.

“You and I, both. Remind me to never come close to Mike if I ever have a lover to hide.” Nana sighs and buries her head into the hard table. “I’m tired. Should I get a lover?”

Hange almost chokes with the hot meat in her mouth. Clears her throat. “Ehhh, Nana? Did something happen with Gelgar?”

“He wants to take some time off. To work on himself, he said.”

“Oh. Nice,” Hange says. Nana’s eyes get watery, and alarm races through Hange’s veins at the sight. “I mean, how do you feel?”

“Why does he need time off? Can’t he work on himself while being with me?”

“Look at the bright side. Maybe…” Hange oughts to choose her words wisely. “Maybe being alone would prove to be better? Or, getting to know someone else?” It’s now or never, she thinks. “What about Mike? He…”—loves you infinitely—“…is a great guy.”

Nana frowns. “Mike?” She shakes her head. “He’s a good friend, but… Gelgar said that even though it’s a time off we should remain faithful. I don’t want to do something behind his back.”

At least she tried.

“Hey, Nana, do you think developing some sort of canyon against Titans would be effective? Imagine—” Her thought process is interrupted by a corp who hands her a note. “What’s this?”

Another note? Her fingers feel numb, cold overtaking her.

The corp shrugs. “A man told me outside that it was for you.”

“Who? Is he still there?”

“He just gave it to me and left.” He hurries away.

She opens the note and sees the very same font from a week ago. ‘Stop researching nonsense or face the consequences.’ The first one was vaguer, having read ‘Stop or die’. Now she knows what it exactly meant.

“What is it?” Nana asks.

Hange crumples the paper into a ball in her fist. “Nothing.”

It is nothing—probably a joke or something. However, the message leaves her in no mood for chatting. After waving goodbye to her friend, Hange finds herself exploring the corridors—although she isn’t down, as Nana suggested. It’s just a little harder to gather the energy she usually has, lately.

Erwin asked Levi to be his companion for this meeting, and along with Shadis and some others, they’re returning in no time. They’ll bring news about the budget for the corps. Good ones, she hopes.

She slams the front doors open and, outside, the fresh air slaps her face. Takes a deep breath and smiles. A short dark figure runs to her feet.

“Brownie!” Hange knees on the ground to caress the dog, who puts his pats on her chest. “What are you doing here?” Brownie is… clean. And somewhat wet. “Did… did you get a shower? Where?!”

This could be essential for their investigation! If Brownie’s owner just showered him, that person must be close! Hange sidles through the yard, looking for wet earth or a living person. Again, there’s no one. She surveys the warehouse, the stables… nothing.

“Hange? What are you doing?”

Erwin cocks his head to the side while Hange slides out from under a cart.

“Erwin! I didn’t know you guys came back.” She stands up and dusts off her pants.

“An hour ago.”

But what is Erwin doing here, at the entrance of the barracks? Her eyes narrow, and her gaze scans around until landing on the shrinking figure of a woman parting off. Was she talking with Erwin? Who is she?

“Marie,” Erwin says as if hearing Hange’s inner mind. “She’s an old friend.” His tone and features, though, aren’t those of someone who recently met an old good friend. A bad one, perhaps?

“I see.”

Erwin stiffens. Studies Hange, and something switches in his face, as if a decision was taken.

“I was in love with Marie for many years… but this,” his hand points to the barracks, “was bigger than that love. Bigger than anything. If I hadn’t given her up, I wouldn’t be able to be here, and I wouldn’t be this dedicated to our duty. We wouldn’t be slowly advancing to our goal. You understand that?”

Hange bites her lip. Why is he telling her this? Of course, she understands. Erwin has always been a source of admiration; her friend, yet also someone to trust and look up to. After all, his vision is one of a free humanity, and he has given his everything for that. How could Hange not relate? She didn’t know he had to give up such a thing for this, but it doesn’t change a piece—if anything, it’s an example, a reinforcement of her beliefs.

Giving up stuff like that is the right thing to do, isn’t it?

“I do.”

Erwin’s eyes penetrate her as if trying to deliver another message, to communicate a deeper meaning without having to utter it.

“You agree with me?”

She nods, a line appearing between her brows. Why does it feel like he’s giving this conversation way more importance than she does? It’s not like she has anything to give up? She’s hyper-focused in her research and the corps. Avoiding love, relationships, and the sort isn’t difficult at all.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

They amble side by side back to the barracks.

Hange’s neck erects. “Levi! He came back too, right?”

Erwin exhales, rubbing his eyes. “He did. He must be in his room, as he got sick on the way back and—”

“What?! How bad is he?”

She doesn’t stay longer, not even for an answer. Her feet are already striding to his room, mouth dry, and uneasiness building in her stomach. Sick? Levi doesn’t get sick. She’s never seen him sneeze even if surrounded by dust!

Hange speeds up her step, unaware of how Erwin shakes his head in frustration behind her.

She enters Levi’s room like a storm, potentially triggering a heart attack from his roommates, that since weeks ago have made a point of sleeping in their room—Hange is pleased that they finally became good comrades. It took too many chats for them to agree…

Levi lies on his bed, covered with a blanket to his chin, cheeks flushed and sweaty. He doesn’t open his eyes nor move at her arrival. She puts a hand on his forehead, and as expected: he’s burning.

“Didn’t you check him? He has a fever!”

“We… he didn’t want us to disturb him. We were too afrai—respectful to go against his wishes,” one of the roommates dodges.

She snorts. Respectful, right.

“Please, bring some water and cloths. And call the doctor!”

It’s disturbing to see him this weak and pale, dark circles remarking the whiteness of his complexion. His eyes always hold so much force… yet when they’re closed, he looks like a child. A child that snaps whenever a damp cloth meets his skin, but a child still.

Night has covered the brightness of the day. Levi’s roommates decided to stay away until he recovers—which, contrary to what she expected hours ago, could be pretty soon. The doctor checked on him hours ago, and since then his skin has more color. His fever hasn’t returned for a while now, and overall, he appears to be much better.

As displayed by his scowl.

“I don’t need to eat soup,” he says through gritted teeth, preventing the spoon from entering his mouth. His facade shatters by a cough attack.

Hange adjusts her glasses, unwavering determination on her features. “The doctor said something hot could help.”

“Then I’ll drink tea,” he says, voice hoarse and nasal.

“This is far better for your health!” She directs the spoon to his mouth again, and he turns his face away. “Pleaseeee. I cooked this especially for you.” She flutters her eyelashes, trying to convince him.

Levi darts his gaze to the floor, and she sees him swallow. “Here’s too warm. Open the window.”

“It’s open. Maybe your fever is coming back?” She leans in to touch his forehead, which is indeed hot. He shifts away from her quickly. “Argh, too bad. You were getting better.” She bends to get another damp cloth from a bucket with water on the floor.

“Why are you still here, anyway? It’s late, four-eyes.”

“What if you… choke on your cough while I’m away, or something?” Apprehension sips into her tone. The mere thought of leaving him never crossed her mind. And whilst it’s unlikely for him to die in her absence, now that the idea appeared it makes her stomach churn. As irrational as it is, the idea of Levi getting worse—or dying—is too much for her to envision. “Or forget to drink your remedy?”

He keeps silent, watching her as she squeezes out the cloth and places it onto his forehead. He blinks rapidly as if overwhelmed by some strong emotion. Or it may be the coolness of the cloth.

“Thanks.”

Hange jerks a shoulder. “Do you want to hear the story I always read when I was feeling sick?”

“Who reads when they’re feeling sick?”

“It was about this lonely princess…”

As she retells the tale that helped her through those days, Levi’s eyes start getting heavier, until they don’t open again, his breathing even and slow. Hange brushes away the hair on his forehead, and feels his skin—it’s cool. Her muscles release the tension that has been cramping her all afternoon and her posture slumps. She sits on the floor next to him and closes her eyes, leaning onto the leg of the bed.

When she’s unable to force her eyelids open again, she lets her head fall, the last thing in her mind being Brownie’s shower, and what will Levi make of it when he gets better—because there isn’t a possible world where he wouldn’t.

And so, she sleeps, lulled by the calm breathing of her friend.

***

The wind whistles in her ears from the speed, freezing her cheeks and burning her eyes with dryness. They jump from tree to tree with the vertical maneuvering equipment, dodging branches. Green leaves shake out around them, swirling to the ground at their tails, and raising an earthy smell. The only reason they’re able to fly through the woods at this dark hour is their training; a newbie wouldn’t be able to see—or rather, sense—when the next trunk is approaching among the gloom.

Hange howls to the moon, enjoying herself, but her scream cuts short when Levi surpasses her like a lightning, ruffling her already messy ponytail.

“Whaaaa—?! It’s not fair!” She was winning this, for the first time ever. Until he decided to fly at his natural speed, that’s it.

Ahead, he looks at her from behind his shoulder.

“You’re sluggish.”

She speeds up to catch up with him. “I’m not. I’m always going to be slower compared to you.”

“Tonight, you are slower. I’m not being fast. You’d surpass me if you were paying attention.”

“I am!” But she isn’t, and she knows it. She’s usually focused on their training sessions, but not this one. She’s restless, her throat closed up, no matter the fresh air prickling her skin. She can’t stop thinking about the date, and what it carries far from this place.

“…”

“It’s just that,” she says after minutes, “today is a special day. I was thinking about the past.”

“What ‘bout it?” Levi asks, nonchalantly. He slows down a little to hear her.

She jumps to avoid a branch. “Sometimes I wonder how life would be if I didn’t join the Corps.”

If my parents would still talk to me. Well, not that they did it that much, before.

“You’ll be tormenting someone else.”

Her humorless laugh resounds through the woods, voider than she expected. It was the best she could summon, but he still didn’t buy it. Maybe the others would have.

“Past is in the past,” he states, wrinkling his nose when they fly over the corpse of a dead beer. “If you don’t like it, you can only act now,” he adds uncomfortable by his own words.

Hange takes a cleansing breath, this one able to slip through her throat, straight to her lungs.

“You’re right.”

She repeats his words in her head. She’s happy as a Survey Corp—the happiest, actually. Doesn’t want to change that. And besides, there’s so much more she has to get done. She doesn’t regret her choices, nor devoting her heart to free humanity. It’s only that, on days like this, nostalgia takes over.

Hange wonders about the life she left behind, and worries. How is her father’s business progressing? Is her mother feeling looked down again? How is her father’s health? Today, what are they up to? On his birthday he liked to take the family out to dinner; one of those rare occasions where he deigned to talk to his daughter. Probably the only good old memories Hange holds dear.

But she still doesn’t regret leaving. Never will.

“So…” Levi breaks the silence that she hadn’t realized had taken over them. “… you’re choosing another shitty path?”

Hange’s mind stops working for a moment, trying to find sense. Choosing another shitty path? What?

Something clicks, and she starts giggling.

The giggles grow and grow, and soon, she’s laughing out loud. Abruptly, Levi comes to a halt before her, and her heart along with him. The movement is so fast that her eyes widen in surprise, and she loses control. Tries to turn around, to keep her balance, but ends up falling in a voiceless scream.

Smack! Hange hits the surface on a mud puddle with a loud thud, her butt taking most of it. She flinches at the flares of pain shooting through her legs.

Next to her, he lands like a feather.

“You’re filthy.” Levi scowls at her, yet doesn’t show disgust; his face is a mask of neutrality, but something anxious stirs behind his eyes. He knees next to her and starts palming her whole body a little frenzied, dirtying his hands in the process.

“I’m fine.” Her butt hurts, but otherwise, nothing seems broken. “And I ain’t leaving the Corps.”

He takes no notice of her phrase but for a little twitch in his brow, a little loosening in his jaw.

Still, he doesn’t stop inspecting her. His hair is at her face while he searches for wounds or the like—a mischievous smile lifts the corners of her mouth. She grabs his arm and uses all her energy to push him down, throwing him to the mud with her. Hange guffaws non-stop at the splash of his fall, and later, at the grunt of his voice.

Levi watches his foul shape and purses his lips into a severe line.

“You… you’re a disgusting pig.” He jumps up and dashes back to the barracks, limbs stiff to avoid getting dirtier.

“Hey! Are you leaving me here?”

He ignores her, but Hange gets to him in a matter of seconds, and adapts to his step, laughter still stirring inside her chest.

Later, clean and freezing after a shower, both of them sit at their usual spots in the kitchen.

“I want to go out so bad,” Hange groans, looking at the window.

“You come from outside.”

“I didn’t have time to look up to the stars enough.”

“Go, then.” Levi holds his cup in his own peculiar way and sips the hot tea.

“Would you go out with me?”

He makes a noise.

Hange isn’t taken aback by that. “Ohhh, pleaseeeee! It��ll be sorrowful to see this precious night all by myself.” She makes puppy eyes to him. He stretches his own.

“No. It’s cold.”

“It’s not that cold, though…”

“Then go and freeze to death alone.”

With a moan, she does just that. Hange meets the empty and silent yard with a smile, and sits on the top step of the entrance. It’s weird that after all these years, the stars are the only ones who haven’t changed at all. As a kid, she used to see them with the same admiration she does now. That kid is so far away from the person she currently is—lived so differently, feared silly things like the shadows in the night or her parents not returning one day—that they feel like two separate beings. Still, the night remains steady for her. Perhaps the only thing that has stayed.

Following minutes of only having the bright spots over her head—and the chilling breeze—as a company, a warm body settles beside her.

“If I get fucking sick, I’ll harass you in my death.” Levi hides his hands under his armpits, shivering when a gust of wind engulfs their bodies.

Hange eyes him, and suddenly she remembers: that’s right, she’s not the same she was in her childhood. Her choices, good or bad, have brought her here, to this exact second. To a life where she’s no longer alone. She has friends—kind of a family, you could say. It’s easy to forget it on her lowest days, but it’s true, nevertheless.

She smiles and lets her back fall to the ground. “Come here, the sky looks better from this angle.”

Levi peeks at her. “I won’t get dirty again.”

Her fingers close on the sleeve of his jacket and she pulls him to her until his back hits the ground. Levi could have prevented it, if wanted—he’s much stronger than anyone around. He folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head up. The side of his thigh brushes against hers, casting a warm tingling to run over her skin. She can’t recall the last time they were this close, if ever. She likes it.

“Can we go to the warehouse later?”

For some unknown reason, Hange loves going to the warehouse where the Survey Crops save the extras of their provisions—the ones that don’t fit in the one from the barracks. It used to be a greenhouse before the king gave it to them, therefore its ceiling is made of glass panels, and because there’s almost nothing there—as they have limited resources—the ground has started growing grass and flowers.

Hange loves lying down between the green, in the quietness and emptiness of it, and looking up at the sky. She discovered it some time ago, when Erwin sent her to look for extra soap, and she didn’t want to leave afterward. Levi is the only one she’s shown it to.

“It’s dark and late,” he says.

“But—”

“Tomorrow.”

“Hmph.” She sighs. “How would we be if we weren’t in the Survey Corps?” She has an idea, containing her face without joy; an unhappy life worth of an heir. But, Levi’s? His friends would be alive…

“The same,” he states—his tone unsure, though.

“Wouldn’t you be happier?” She feels bad for it, but she’s glad for the past. Many people have died, yes, but they’re here. She wouldn’t change a minute if otherwise, days like this vanished. “Even though you can still walk away and—”

“You are free to leave.”

She feels him stir next to her.

“Free… but am I?” She asks.

“We all are.”

Hange shakes her head. “I don’t think so. Neither I nor anyone is. If I did leave, I would still be trapped by these walls. And even without acknowledging that, with everything I know and have seen, my mind wouldn't leave me alone. It would force me to come back and fulfill my duty.”

“So your own mind is caging you? It’s yours, just tell it to shut up.”

“It’s not a chain that I could cut that easily. My comrades, my wishes, guilt… that wouldn’t let me. Could you do it? Leave freely and never glimpse back?”

A pause, and then, “No.”

“Then we aren’t free to leave. Not even if we wanted.”

A heavy air weights them. Hange closes her eyes. If everything is fruitless… if humanity ends up perishing under titans’ hands, would this fight be worth it? She wants to believe it does.

She turns to her side, and shifts closer to Levi—just to save the heat, she tells herself. Her body gets warmer instantly and finds herself cozy and comfortable. Her gaze comes back to the stars above them, one of the freest beings in the world, the ones who see everything and everyone.

But maybe they’re caged, too, Hange thinks. They have to stick to the same dark canvas in routinely so-much hours, never looking down under the sunlight. Maybe they don’t have another choice, for the people below that have grown accustomed to them—that need them to remain changeless.

“I think that group,”—she signals to the sky, and Levi’s gaze follows her finger— “is supposed to shape an arrow…”

“I only see a big poop,” he says, and closes his eyes. She draws herself closer to him until her chin meets his shoulder and her breath sways his hair. He leans to her ever so slightly, and she smiles at his profile as his soupy smell caresses her nose. A fulfilling tiredness envelopes her, one that makes her feel so light… a melody she heard ages ago fills her mind, and under her breath, she hums it.

Maybe freedom is just those little moments with certain people, when you feel you could fly the highest.

Or maybe not.

***

Erwin lifts one heavy eyebrow and everyone at the table—except for Levi—burst into laughs.

“Honestly, you wouldn’t be yourself without them.” Nanaba sips from her glass, still chuckling.

“It’s your personal brand,” Hange nods.

Hange, Nanaba, and the aforementioned owner of the bushy, blonde eyebrows, are sitting on a single bench at a corner of the Mess Hall. Levi, Mike, and Gelgar share another one at their front; a table overflowing with glasses, cards, and food between both trios.

It’s one of those days where life feels like its essence solely consists in enjoying the weather, and your friends’ humor—a rare occasion among the corps. Sunset has fallen over them, but they don’t plan to retire anytime soon.

To Levi, taking pleasure in occasions like this is unfamiliar, yet welcome. More so after the last expedition—which is said to be the worst one since the very beginning of the Survey Corps. A quarter of them died out there, and the atmosphere has been fragile since then. Because of that, Erwin suggested to Shadis to grant the depressed soldiers a day off—as another expedition is approaching, and this sour air wouldn’t help out of the walls.

Hange and Erwin’ speeches get heated while discussing a strange book that she found in a library in the capital. Levi never regarded any of them as believers in conspiracies, but here they are, claiming that the government disappeared vital pages of history from it.

Whatever. Levi is losing in the cards game; therefore, his mood is grumpier than usual.

It isn’t his fault. He just keeps getting distracted by the silliest of things. Like a dog howl from outside, which made his ear perk up and his eyes exchange a look with Hange. But the howl was thin, thus not Brownie’s—they agreed wordlessly. Still, Gelgar benefited from his drift of attention, changing a card when Mike turned to his deck. Later, a thunderous laugh filled the air and Levi couldn’t but stare at Hange, unable to overlook her flushed cheeks and the joy in her voice. Over, and over again, Gelgar—and sometimes Mike—changed something without his notice.

Levi doesn’t care about winning on these shitty games; on the other hand, it remains frustrating that every time he glances at the table, he sees different cards. His memory must suck.

“Ohh, Marlene is so hot,” Gelgar purrs, surveying the woman as she makes her way to another table. “I should talk to her later…” Levi’s lips press into a white slash. Mike’s entire face and body harden. Fortunately, Nanaba is unaware of this, engrossed in the other conversation. “Isn’t she the most beautiful, Levi?” Gelgar elbows him.

Levi feels his neck stiffen, wondering why the hell did Blondie and he come back together again, recently. Beautiful? It isn’t a word he employs daily—or at all. What is beautiful, even?

He wants to tell Gelgar that Nanaba is beautiful, because she knows how to make a good tea and always listens to Hange. For that matter, Mike is, too: his quiet behavior is relaxing, and he always cleans his table after eating. Erwin could apply, as his attire is always in place, and his dreams of a free humanity are shining. And Hange… Hange is possible the most beautiful. Even if her tea sucks and her cleaning habits could get better, she’s the kindest and the smartest of them. She’d risk her life for anyone, and her enthusiasm never fails to bring a smile. And—never mind. His thoughts could go on and on, but he’s starting to feel strangely warm.

Also, he suspects that his definition of beauty doesn’t align with Gelgar’s. If it did, he’d hold more appreciation for that value, and wouldn’t be asking this—especially not in front of his long-time partner.

“You should loosen a little” Gelgar continues. “I know for a fact that many people wouldn’t mind spending a night with you if you didn’t wear a frown so often.” He lowers his cards with a smirk. “Game over.”

“Not so soon.” Mike shakes his head and smashes his cards onto the table, showing a winner. “You lost.”

Levi, for once, smiles at the Bear, dropping his cards.

“Shadis looks tired,” Nana says when they save the cards and are finishing their drinks. Her stare is on the lonely Commander, who bends over his dinner. “Are things that bad?”

Erwin scratches his temple. “Possibly. After the last expedition, getting enough budget will grow to be a major problem.”

Gelgar tilts his head to a side. “Maybe you should hurry to console him, Hange.”

All the gazes land on Hange, who was drinking some water, and explodes into a cough attack.

When she recovers, she says, “Ah… what? Nana?!”

Blondie switches on her seat. “I may have told him of how, years ago—”

“You had a crush on him, didn’t you?” Gelgar interrupts.

“What?” Mike’s mouth falls open. “You fancied Shadis?”

Levi is pretty sure that Hange’s ears are red.

“It was just a phase!”

“You have a disgusting taste,” Levi says, wrinkling his nose as the Commander walks from the table, leaving his dirty plate behind.

Gelgar laughs and scans them with inquisitive eyes. For some reason, uneasiness climbs up Levi’s spine when those eyes meet his.

“We should go out,” Gelgar suggests. “Has been ages since we’ve had a drinking night, and never with this shorty.”

Levi scowls at the name, but says nothing, as the others suddenly light up, jumping to their feet in agreement. A drinking night sounds awful to him, but oh well, they’re all going, so why not. How bad could it be?

Answer: bad. It’s bad. Really bad.

It’s already dark when they arrive. Their drinking place ends up being a bar not far from the barracks. Levi has never been here before, but the others enter as if it was their home. The thing is, the bar structure is old and rusty. More importantly, it hasn’t been cleaned—not even swept!—since years ago, Levi could swear on it. A fine layer of dust on the windows attests to his conviction, along with the deteriorated state of the tables’ wood, and the musty smell.

Are all the bars like this? No wonder he never came to one before.

“Ages without seeing y’all!” A young, tall man—taller than Erwin and Mike—with dark hair to the shoulders, turns to them from behind the counter. “And who’s this shorty one?”

Instead of answering, Levi glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest. He almost uses his cravat to cover his nose from the imperceptible dust that must be floating among them.

Erwin pats the tall man’s arm. “He’s Levi. We’ve been busy, but we expect to have more free time in the near future, Davin.”

Hange gets out from behind Erwin.

Davin’s face flicks from pleased to ecstatic in a second. “But if it’s Hange Zoe in the flesh!” Davin moves out of the counter and hugs her tightly. She giggles and wraps her arms around his well-built form. Her head barely reaches his chest.

Levi’s stomach churns, and he adopts a sullen look when he catches sight of Devin’s hands—the same hands touching Hange. They’re almost black with dirt, and now spreading all that dirtiness everywhere.

She doesn’t care, though. Of course.

“I missed you!”

“You left me too long!” Davin laments. “I’ve already read all the books you left for me.”

Davin still doesn’t let go of her. What does he want, to impregnate her with his every grime?! Levi straightens and a groan escapes his throat.

“I knew coming here was an amazing idea,” Gelgar whispers to his ear. Levi’s glare pierces him. Nanaba gifts Levi an apologetic smile.

Who is this man and why is he still all over Hange? Levi is certain she’ll go out from this sick by all his dirtiness. He’s about to tear her away when they separate, albeit Davin’s arm remains on her shoulders. Hange’s smile spreads from ear to ear.

“I’ve been doing so many new improvements, Dave! You wouldn’t believe it, but I just…” Hange updates him on her past months�� work, getting lost in her research and her starstruck listener.

“We should leave them and sit,” Erwin says, motioning to the back of the bar.

They find an empty table—which isn’t difficult to do, as who would want to come to a place like this?—and settle down. They order their drinks.

Levi’s focus is glued to the counter, listening to the conversation taking place between Davin and Hange. She’s happy, which is great. But… he realizes that when she talks to him about the very same topics, his replies are never this insightful, nothing like Davin’s. Not even close. His posture slumps—he wants nothing more than to come back to the barracks with his cup of tea, and a clean Hange in front of him, chewing a slice of bread and babbling.

Yet she’s so happy that he’ll have to stay a little more, if only for her sake.

He hates bars.

“You brought him to his own personal hell,” Nana reprimands Gelgar, who doesn’t appear regretful.

Personal hell? Yes. Whoever with a sense of neatness would think the same. Can they blame him?

The drinks arrive, and Hange prevails carried away with Davin. She’s sitting on a table, moving her hands all over the place. Davin stands in front, his body mere inches from her. It’s surprising that she doesn’t hit him with her level of emotion. Levi sips from his drink and grimaces at the sharp flavor.

Erwin tries to include Levi in their talk, but his gaze is hyper-focused on the spot where Davin’s hand just tossed a tuck of hair from her face. It must look stained, now, so he’s trying to make out the blot. Something burns in his stomach—that’s why he never drinks alcohol.

“You’ll dig a hole on them if you continue like that,” Erwin says quietly.

Levi ignores Erwin, as Hange’s hands take Devin’s, and shows him how to shoot, or that’s what it looks like.

It doesn’t matter. Not even a bit, he tells himself. She can always bathe later.

“Who is him?” He finally asks, not bothering to conceal his sourness.

“The owner,” Mike says. “We’ve been coming here since we met, years ago. Used to visit often, but then…” He rubs his beard. “… I don’t remember why, but we haven’t come since months ago.”

“Hange and Mike got into a fight.” Erwin shakes his head at the memory.

Nanaba laughs out loud. “The other customers were so scared; Hange can be terrifying when she wants to. And Davin”—she pauses to weigh Levi— “who crushes hard on Hange, if you didn’t notice, started cleaning the blood on her head and… she couldn’t stop talking of how much she’d love to study his length! She was a little confused with her words at that moment, the hit was a strong one, but Davin’s face… it was priceless.” More laughs.

Erwin clears his throat to avoid chortling.

Gelgar isn’t that discrete. “Has she ever asked you for that, eh, Levi?”

One day Gelgar won’t know what hit him. Levi adjusts his neutral expression. “You’re a piece of garbage.”

Hange arrives at the table, landing next to Levi with the remnants of her glee still in her dreamy gaze.

Levi can’t stop himself from throwing out, “You wanted to study his length?”

“Uh?” Hange looks around, lost.

“Davin’s” Nanaba clarifies.

“Oh… Sure! Look at him! He surpasses Erwin and Mike. I’m curious, how would he be as a Survey—”

Levi arises and strides to the bathroom, not wanting to hear any other word from her mouth tonight. Why did he come in the first place? He would’ve been so much better at his room. On top of that, the burning he feels within keeps scorching him, even when he chooses to disregard it.

Hange is waiting for him when he exits, leaning onto a wall.

“Levi!” Hange jumps a little when she sees him, and he almost forgets the bitterness in his mouth. Almost.

“What do you want, shitty glasses?”

“I want to show you something SO bad. I’ve been meaning to, for a while, but I know you dislike alcohol and dust, and…” She trails off. Her fingers close around his forelimb, and she tugs him to the left.

“What’s to show here?” Nevertheless, he complies. She bounces with zest while they climb some stairs up.

When they reach the end, she screams, “This!” Hange outstretches her arms to him with a grin. Turns and runs to the edge of the rooftop. “This is where I’ve seen them the closest.”

Levi follows her line of sight and lets out his air. It is, indeed, a better view of the stars. Their circular shape is brighter, their light whiter. Maybe because of the height at which they are, but they look larger. At reach, if only a step closer.

“Do you like it?” Her tone is expectant.

Levi ponders. He likes the stars, that’s a given. Yet, as he’s here, beside her, the sweet smell and energy that is just Hange surrounding him, he finds himself liking it much more.

“I do.”

She smiles and he mirrors her expression without awareness, their fingers almost touching due to their proximity. He takes the freshness of the night in, the burning he felt inside fading away.

By the time they go down, lightness has adhered to Levi’s strides.

“Whe—where wereeee youuu?” Nanaba asks, drunk, if the drag of her words is an indicator.

“Enjoying the night view.” Hange takes the same chair of a moment ago, and Levi does as well.

After a while, Nanaba sobers a little. “We were saying that”—hiccup— “it’s so funny how everyone is” —hiccup— “calling Levi ‘Humanity’s strongest’.”

“They are?” Hange cocks her head. “It suits you.”

Levi pulls at his cravat. “Nonsense.”

“Sometimes I forget how of a war machine you are,” Mike says. He starts sniffing.

“What?” Hange leans in.

“It’s blood.”

“Oh no, no again!” They ignore Nanaba’s complaint.

Mike and Hange are already at the doorway. The rest have no other option than to go after them. Outside, five men are beating one.

“We should think about this before acting,” Erwin says in his leader’s tone. However, his muscles are tense.

Hange twists her mouth. “I finished thinking. You guys?”

Mike snaps his fingers. “Finished.”

Nanaba and Gelgar nod.

Levi sighs. “Let’s finish this crap and go.”

“Do you like violence that much?” Hange asks the men, interrupting their assault.

The men come to a halt and circle them. Erwin stands tall, teeth clenched. Nanaba puts her hands on her hips, secure and intimidating. Mike clenches his fists, and Gelgar crosses his arms and drums his fingers on one arm. Levi can only imagine how they must look to those morons.

Soon, the only sound out of the bar is of screams, punches, and cries. Levi knocks a man down with a blow and then kicks another one. The fight lasts no more than five minutes, and they plod through the road back to the barracks afterward.

Hange and Blondie hold each other next to Erwin, who leads them at the front. Gelgar goes in the middle, combing his hair, while Levi and Mike walk side by side at the back. Mike has a fascination with fishing rods and keeps bringing them in.

They’re all freaks, and still, Levi feels part of a big family as never before.

The team part ways at the entrance. Levi heads to check on Brownie—it’s his turn to make sure that the dog is fed; only in case its owner fails for a day, which hasn’t happened yet, but could. At least, that’s what Hange fears.

Shouts make him peek into the stables, where a couple argues quite loudly.

Gelgar’s neck veins are pulsing. “You’re an idiot!”

“And you’re an asshole!” Nanaba wipes tears from her cheeks. “I hate you! I hope you die and never come back!”

“Not before you!”

Levi decides that it’s better to leave them alone. As he sneaks to his room, he remembers the way Nanaba and Gelgar looked at each other—spiteful, full of hate—and the rage present in their yelling. He makes a face and comes to a conclusion; if people despise each other so much when they’re in a relationship, or afterward, how can that be a good thing?

Love is, clearly, bad stuff.

***

Things are escalating so fast and so bad that Hange can’t even her breathing yet.

We’re losing, rolls over her head without a possible stop. The frenetic thought chases her all the way to Headquarters, constricting her chest and consuming her peace of mind. They’ve lost so many lives, and today the amount outnumbered. Not only did they come back with a quarter of their comrades, but what happened little after their return was way worse.

Wall Maria fell. Thousands died. Titans finally made their move, somehow organized. Somehow clever. Somehow way ahead of them—which shouldn’t be a surprise. The corps never have been on the winning side.

And now, their Commander is stepping out, and Erwin is taking his place.

I need to learn better, Hange repeats, swallowing to undo the lump in her throat. What they’re doing isn’t working—it means something with their way is wrong. Her actions, her perspective must change to make a difference. She hates titans, kills them, but they remain stronger as ever. Another angle is necessary, a different approach to get knowledge and ensure humanity’s survival. Going to extremes and putting herself in danger is worth the effort to achieve success if it means saving the world.

Not many days ago, she had already considered shifting her perspective, but the reception was far from good.

“I’m going to study them!” She said before leaving for the last expedition. The—now officially—most disastrous one since humanity was caged.

“Why?”

“They’re captivating!”

Everyone stared at her, the words ‘she finally developed a second head’ leaving their sights. Even Levi eyed her, incredulous.

No matter. She’s going to study titans, and will give herself completely to that task. How can you win against something that you don’t know? She has to find their weaknesses, and use them to prevent something like this to repeat itself.

Another wall can’t fall. Studying her enemies is a necessity, actually. If she doesn’t do it, who will? No one wants to take a risk of that sort, no one has yet tried. She’ll unfold their secrets, one by one; discover their nature, collect data, and learn how to end this bloodshed.

It’s possible that her mind is overcharging, skirting obsession with this idea. But that’s better than the numbness that takes over her as the cries of the survivors resound in her ears, unwavering. The memory of tens of bloodied bodies wherever her gaze landed. The lonely head of a honeyed-haired girl who Hange talked with only yesterday when she visited the town to buy supplies. The metallic scent of blood. Houses smashed to pieces, small and looking like toys from her view on the wall; children open-eyed and lifeless, frozen in horror.

Her worst nightmare was looking at her, mocking her incapacity to change a thing. The worst is that it wasn’t a nightmare, as she couldn’t wake up. It was reality.

Those images are never leaving. Probably never will.

Hange grasps the shirt upon her chest and bends, supporting her weight onto a wall. It’s been hours since they came back from helping the Wall Maria’s displaced. Hours since she’s been here, at this same spot on the stables, unable to stand tall and join the rest of her comrades.

Blue has faded to dark; the noise has subdued, most of the Survey Corps too tired to spend another sleepless night.

She’s at an edge. She feels herself almost stumbling down, reaching collapse. Holding herself from the fall with two little, weak fingers. Hange drags her feet to his room, and she knocks on the door slowly once. Twice. Then fast at three, four times, anxiety raiding her senses. She wants to move and jump and burn it; to lay down and sleep and never wake up.

Levi opens the door, somber.

The sight of him ends up shoving her into the abyss.

Tears spill down her cheeks, a strident sound freeing itself from her very core. She didn’t let herself fall in front of the others, but she has never been able to lie to him. Levi pulls her inside with an arm between her shoulder blades, and for once she’s glad that those who survived of his roommates didn’t stay the night. There are too many empty beds out there for them to take, anyway.

Hange moves to his bed, mind not quite present. She doesn’t contemplate how she’s dirty and sweaty, blood permeating her clothes. It’s the first time she feels like this since her first expedition, and it’s not pretty. She lies down and covers herself with a blanket as tightly as possible, much like that fateful night when she cried herself to sleep, guilt for being the only one left ripping her soul.

“Give me these, four-eyes,” Levi says, reaching out to take her glasses away from her. Sets them onto the table. The gesture wells more tears to her eyes, blurring her already clouded vision. She makes out shapes, colors exploding, the light over Levi like a halo.

At close, she detects a weight burdening him; he’s also tired. She opens her arms to him, and he hesitates. Although he lies down next to her, he avoids her open embrace, but his skin still touches her side. He’s so cold.

They turn to face each other, the candlelight dimming. Levi tosses away the hair stuck onto the damp skin of her cheeks. Hange fixates in his soupy smell, his sharp features, gray iris sinking into hazel. She’s insanely grateful for his existence, this beautiful soul and kindred spirit. The most important being that is still here, keeping her together when he doesn’t have to.

Her eyelids are heavy. She blinks slowly, her mind slowing down and crumpling her defenses, until she’s here without any mind-wall. Her brain doesn’t even register it; by the moment she understands, it has already happened, and the pull of tiredness too powerful to oversee.

Hange leans forward, caressing her mouth with his smooth one. He tastes like tea. Like Levi. She barely registers his sudden rigidness.

Tingles remain on her lips when she recedes and drops her head on the pillow to a night of dreamless sleep, cuddling to his side.

Claiming him closer to her heart.

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robert-de-niro-only-fans · 4 years

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The Lesser of Two Evils

Jimmy Conway x Paulie's Daughter Reader

Just felt like writing for Jimmy... Also bc I like @yesbelladoesstuff 's man more than my own apparently 😂😝

TW: mentions of crime, mention of age gap, implied smut

Word Count: 3k

After four long years full of hard work and missing your family, college was finally over! You hadn't gone far for college, and you visited as possible, but the work load of college doesn't always allow for that. For Paulie, it was important that you get a degree, even if you didn't have a "real" job after college; he just knew you were too smart, and you knew it would make him so proud that his little girl finished college.

You moved home on a Thursday after finals and took Friday to just spend time with your dad and the rest of your immediate family, before the rest of your "family" came over for the big party on Saturday. This included Tommy, Henry, and Jimmy and all the various "uncles" your dad did business with. It was a closed circle of people.

You had been home for holidays and summers in between semesters, but towards the end of college, you really started to realize that you weren't in the loop like you used to be. Tommy had really grown into a well-respected mobster, and you respected that they may make him within the next few years. He was still hot headed as ever though. As for Henry, it seemed like he tried to hold off as long as he could, as he had always had a huge crush on you, and everyone, including Paulie, had placed bets on when you two would get together. But he had started going out with this girl named Karen. You had only met her a few times, but you had heard that she kept Henry on the straight and narrow. Good for her.

Jimmy hadn't had too much change in his life during your years at college, except that he had too younger mobsters to help him on his various jobs. He made a lot more money because of them! You never thought when you went to college that you would find yourself missing Jimmy as much as you did; of course, you had always been close with him just like you were with Tommy and Henry, but there was just something about him. He was always very cool, and his jokes were few and far between but hilarious when he told them. He had always been protective over you in a way the other two weren't, you guessed because he was older, but he also let you get away with stuff your dad would've had a heart attack over. Hell, Jimmy encouraged bad behavior.

And that's where you found yourself early Saturday afternoon: fighting off thoughts of Jimmy, and a little nervous to see him because of it.

The table is all set, covered in a black table cloth, with gold and silver decorations everywhere to celebrate your graduation. A few dishes full of your favorite foods are set out, and more will arrive as the family does.

As the family pours in, the table fills with dishes and becomes surrounded by people you've known practically your whole life. You are handed envelopes full of cash, each one thicker than the last. That's how you did presents in this business.

You wondered where the boys were... It's unusual that they didn't show up first.

After a while, Henry arrives with Karen and they greet you with the usual hugs and kisses on the cheek; you can tell Karen is still getting used to greeting people like this. "Glad you have you home, (Y/N)! Congrats!" Henry exclaims. Rather than money, they gift you with a beautiful set of jewelry. You knew Karen was good for Henry, and now you know she has good taste.

"Oooh, there she is!" Jimmy yells as he's coming in the door. Tommy and Jimmy show up right after Henry and Karen. They were likely all hanging out before coming over, but you had to wonder why they didn't just take the same car. Tommy hands you a stack of cash, like he was taught to do, giving you kisses on your cheeks and a sincere congrats for graduating. Before you can really finish up your conversation with Tommy, Jimmy is scooping you up into his arms and twirling you around playfully, earning a squeal from you. "Atta girl! We knew you could do it!" He lets you down gently and pulls you in for a proper hug. "Congratulations, (Y/N). You know everyone here is so proud of you."

As you move back into the dining room and living room to rejoin the party and visit with everyone, Jimmy's hand lingers on you: your shoulder blades, the small of your back, wrapped lightly around your hip. He had always been a bit handsy with you; it's just how you two were with one another, but today it's affecting you more than usual.

Jimmy is wrapped up in a conversation about something he's been bootlegging with one of the uncles, so you turn to him to say, "Hey Jimmy, in gonna go sit with my dad at the table, 'cause I think we're eating soon. I'll save you a seat next to me, if you want it."

"Okay, sweetie, I'll be there in a little while."

You walk away taking a deep breath to try and clear your mind. Had you always felt this way about Jimmy or had something changed?

You say next to your dad and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"Hey there, girlie! You enjoying the party? Everything okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay. It's good seeing everyone again, and knowing that I get to stay home for good this time."

Paulie puts his arms around you, squeezing you tight. He always gave the best hugs! "I'm so happy you're back home. It's been pretty lonely without my girl here... Now I'm gonna have to beat off guys with a stick to keep you here," he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh, Dad, I'm not going anywhere, and you know that. Besides, Henry went and got a girlfriend, so there goes my only shot at a boyfriend."

"Now, you know Henry wasn't your only option. What about Tommy?"

You both look across the room to see Tommy flirting with someone's daughter...

"Ehhh, no," you and your dad say in unison before having a big laugh together.

"Is this seat taken?"

You look over your shoulder to see Jimmy standing behind the chair next to you, "Reserved for you."

"Oh, good!" Jimmy takes a moment to say hello to Paulie before sitting down next to you.

Paulie stands up to announce that it's time to eat, but first he makes a small speech to let everyone know how proud he is of you for finishing college, and that you were always too bright and talented to belong to him.

While Paulie is standing at the head of the table, Jimmy reaches over to your lap under the table and takes your hand in his. You look at him, trying to hide that he's affected you in any way. He gives you a small smirk, and rubs his thumb over yours for just a moment before letting your hand go.

Paulie takes his seat, and people start spooning food out of dishes and into their plates, and you're left wondering what just happened and what was meant by it.

Luckily, the rest of dinner was pretty uneventful, and the food was always so tasty. After everyone got their bellies full, everyone mingled wherever they liked around the house. Some went into the backyard to get a small bonfire going so some of the kids could have roasted marshmallows; some of the guys started inside the house and started pulling out cards and chips and stacks of money; many of the wives gather in the kitchen or the living room to talk all the latest gossip.

You notice Tommy, Jimmy, Henry, and Karen taking lowly and giggling with one another in a small circle. Normally they would've invited you over, so there's definitely something suspicious going on.

"(Y/N)!" Paulie says, waving you over, "come here, kiddo."

"Dad, I just finished college; I'm not really a kid anymore!" You give him a laugh and walk over to him.

He puts an arm over your shoulders and says, "Well, you'll always be my kid." He pauses for a moment before looking across the room and yelling, "Conway!"

The room quiets down, waiting for Jimmy's response. All of the guys and Karen turn to you and your dad. "Yes, Paulie?" Jimmy says with a smug look on his face.

"When you came in here, I didn't see you give my little girl any presents for her graduation. No cash, no cute little boxes with bows. What's the matter with you?" Paulie voice is raised so everyone can hear him. This is very odd behavior, as he normally handles things pretty quietly, so you know something is up.

"Well, ya see, Paulie..." Jimmy starts walking towards you, "I didn't hand her any envelope full of 50s, and I didn't give her any boxes with bows, because what I got for her was too big to fit through the front door." Jimmy lowers his voice to a whisper now that he's in front of you. "You wanna go see your present?"

You now realize that your dad and the guys are all in on some kind of surprise.

"Yes, please."

That's all Jimmy needs to hear before he's picking you up to take you outside. Henry and Tommy rush to the door to open it, and everyone that heard what was going on follows you outside to see what the surprise is.

You and Jimmy can't stop giggling while there are lots of hoots and hollers from everyone gathering outside with you. Jimmy lets you down and spins you around so you're facing the driveway. Sitting there is a beautiful black muscle car with a big gold bow on the hood.

He wraps his arms around your waist and whispers in your ear, "You like it, princess?"

"I- uh... yes," you can barely get a response out; you certainly weren't expecting this. Jimmy was all about handing out money and giving expensive gifts, but nothing like this... He didn't like to do anything that would put this kind of attention on him.

"It's the one you said you wanted right?"

"Yes, Jimmy. It's perfect," you say with a huge smile as you turn to hug him. "Thank you so much!"

"Anything for you, (Y/N)." Jimmy pulls a key out of his pocket and hands it to you. You take it from him and run over to unlock the car and climb in. Immediately, Tommy climbs in the front seat next you you and is shouting, "C'mon! Let's take this thing on a spin!!" Henry and Karen climb in the back seat and Henry only starts egging you on saying, "Let's crank this thing up and get outta here, (Y/N)!"

"Okay, okay! We'll drive it, but only if Jimmy comes too. He paid for the thing after all!"

"Jimmy! Get your ass over here!" Tommy yells before climbing in the back seat with Henry and Karen.

Jimmy runs over and gets in the passenger seat next you you. "Try not to kill us, okay?"

You turn the key in the ignition and the engine fires up loudly, which gets Henry and Tommy rowdy in the back seat. All the people in the front yard were raising their glasses and cheering as you backed out of the driveway! Before driving away from the house, you slowed down and Jimmy rolled down his window so Paulie could pop his head in.

"You guys be careful, and don't let anything happen to that one right there," he says pointing to you.

"Hell, Paulie, she's the one you gotta worry about!" Henry pipes up getting a laugh out of everyone.

"Yeah, well..." he chuckles, knowing it's true and realizing his little girl is all grown up. "Happy graduation, baby; go have fun!"

"Thank you, Dad! Love you!" you yell before driving off, a little too fast.

• • •

After you, the guys, and Karen, whom you had really grown to like, had been driving around a while, you decide to stop off at a small park while the sun sets. It's a cute little public park with a lake, a pavilion with tables for picnics, a small playground for kids (naturally the boys go and play on the playground), and lots of open space with soft grass.

With the boys being boys running around chasing each other, you and Karen get some time to talk alone.

"Seems like you've got Henry tied down pretty well. Takes a tough lady to do that."

"Yeah, well he stood me up on our second date, and so I told him off in front of his friends. We been together since."

"Oh yeah, word got back to me on that one. You had all the guys pretty shocked," you say though a laugh, "They made fun of him a good bit for it, so he must like you a lot if he put up with that."

"Yeah, I think he does." She pauses for a minute. "I've heard from some people that Henry always had a crush on you, and that everyone thought you two would end up together. I'm sorry if I got in the way of that."

"Oh, no! No need to apologize. Henry liked me when we were kids, and it feels like more of a joke now than anything. I don't think I could deal with him as well as you do," you give her a reassuring smile.

"So, you gonna give Jimmy a shot?"

"Hmm? What? You mean Jimmy and me?" You stutter out.

"Yeah, I mean, I know he's older, but it seems like he really likes you!"

"You think Jimmy likes me?"

"Well, yeah girl! He bought you ya dream car!" She says excitedly, her New York accent really shining through.

"Karen!" Henry calls from the playground.

"Whaddayou want?!"

"Come over here, honey!"

You see Jimmy walking towards you and Karen, and notice that Tommy is flirting with some poor girl who was just out for a run. Karen says a quick goodbye to you and heads over to the playground where Henry is waiting for you.

When Jimmy's feet stop in front of yours, he extends a hand to you to help you up from your spot on the grass. He places his hand on the small of your back, and his long fingers delicately begin to lead you in the direction of your new car.

"Did you have a fun time playing with your friends on the playground?" You poke a little fun at him.

"Would've had more fun if you were there," he raises his eyebrows and cracks a smile at you.

You laugh gently out your nose as you arrive at your car, "Whatcha bring me over here for?"

He takes you by the hips, lifting you up and placing you on the trunk of your car. He grabs your thighs and pulls you close to him, your knees brushing against either of his hips. "You like the car, angel?"

"Jimmy, wha-," you let out a shaky breath, "um, yes, it's beautiful."

"Mmmm, good." He brushes your hair behind your ear.

It suddenly becomes clear to you that what Karen had to say about Jimmy was true. In fact, with him standing between your legs like this, it couldn't be more obvious.

"Hey, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, baby doll?"

"Kiss me."

He raises his eyebrows, then looks at the ground for a moment. When he looks back up at you, he tangles a hand in your hair and presses his lips to yours softly at first, but he quickly deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his. You gently wrap one arm around his neck, and the other hand squeezes his waist through his shirt. He pulls you into him so your chest is pressed against his.

It feels weird kissing him, but it also feels right. Being with him like this feels like electricity, and you could feel like this forever and it still wouldn't be enough.

"Hey, hey, Jimmy!" Henry calls as him and Karen come up on you.

"Do not interrupt them!" You hear Karen say followed by a whap to Henry's arm.

Jimmy slowly pulls away from you, giving you probably the sweetest look you've ever seen him give. He pecks your lips a few more times before turning to Karen. "Thank you for hitting him."

You slide off the back of the car, putting your hand in Jimmy's.

"Listen, all I'm saying is, it's about time you got a kiss from her, you paid a lot of money for it!" Henry chuckles, slapping the trunk of your car.

"Listen, Henry Hill. I kiss who I want, when I want. And yes, I am grateful for the car, but Jimmy didn't buy my love," you cut your eyes at him.

"Yeah, that's right! What's the matter with you?" Karen backs you up.

Henry puts his hands up in surrender and tries to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face, "Alright, alright, geez!! Can someone go get Tommy so we can go home?"

Everyone gives him a look.

"Okay, fine! I'll go get him!" Henry jogs off to go get Tommy off that girl's back.

Funny enough, the girl ends up coming home with the group, Tommy landing another girl that he won't call in the morning. So you drop everyone off at their respective homes: Tommy and his girl at Tommy's place, Henry and Karen at Henry's place, and Jimmy invited you to his place. You knew Paulie would worry about you not coming home, but it would raise his blood pressure if he knew what you and Jimmy were up to.

It was really the lesser of two evils.

#jimmy conway has my heart ❤️#jimmy conway #jimmy conway x reader #robert de niro #robert de niro x reader #goodfellas #mob wives #sort of #paulie's daughter #paulie #tommy devito #henry hill #karen #moodboard #fanfic

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beauty-abstraction · 3 years

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Title: The Best Ending

Pairing: Tsukkiyama

What you’re getting yourself into: confessions, first kiss

Synopsis: Yamaguchi finally gets Tsukishima to play a game with him, gay panic ensues

“Hurry up, Tsukki!”, Yamaguchi whined. “That’s rich coming from you ” Tsukishima replied, an obvious jab at the fact that he is usually the one waiting due to Yamaguchi’s near-constant penchant for running late. “Sorry Tsukki!! I’m just so excited that you finally agreed to play this game with me! It has been out for months now”, said Yamaguchi. “I would hardly call me losing a bet ‘agreeing to play that with you’” Tsukishima said sarcastically. “To be fair, I still have no idea why you bet against me in the first place! Do you not believe in my epic athletic abilities?” Yamaguchi replied with a teasing tone.

The bet was on whether or not Yamaguchi could get 5 service aces during the practice match. In all honesty, the real reason that Tsukishima bet against Yamaguchi was to give him something to focus on other than his nerves. Also, Yamaguchi was just so excited about his new game, and the bet gave Tsukishima the opportunity to cave to Yamaguchi’s puppy dog eyes without admitting defeat.

“It’s not that I don’t believe in you, it’s just that I do believe in the other team’s ability to get the ball up” Tsukishima said jokingly. “Whatever,” Yamaguchi scoffed, “Let’s go! There is an otome game with our names on it!” Tsukishima smiled to himself at Yamaguchi’s excitement before zipping up his bag and following Yamaguchi to his house.

For reasons that Tsukishima would never understand, Yamaguchi adored otome games. Where Tsukishima found them cheesy and disgustingly cliche, Yamaguchi found them sweet and interesting. Yamaguchi would often go into rants about how the character archetypes played into the overall narrative in each game and were decidedly not as cliche as Tsukishima found them to be, thank you very much. Despite Yamaguchi’s love for this genre, Tsukishima has never actually played one of these games, or watched someone else play one, preferring to just listen to Yamaguchi rattle on about his most recent playthrough during their lunch break.

After showering and eating dinner with Yamaguchi’s family, they retreat to Yamaguchi’s room where Yamaguchi reads off the synopsis of the game as well as the basic descriptions of each romanceable character from the promotional material.

“I’ll probably start with this one,” Yamaguchi says, pointing to a standoffish character with glasses, “the kuudere character route is usually the easiest for me to get the good ending on.”

“Kuudere?” Tsukishima asked, confused.

“A kuudere is a character that seems apathetic and cynical at first, but as you get to know them and gain their trust they show that they actually really care and that their personality is a facade they keep up to protect themselves.” Yamaguchi helpfully explains. “Their route always ends up being the cutest anyways, so we should definitely start there.”

Tsukishima tries (and fails miserably) to not think of the implications of this ‘kuudere’ type being the one that Yamaguchi finds the cutest while Yamaguchi boots up the game and the campy theme music comes blaring out of his laptops’ speakers.

The rest of the night is spent with Yamaguchi playing his game and Tsukishima desperately trying to pay attention to anything but his own racing thoughts. But the only girls that Yamaguchi has previously expressed interest in were nothing like this stoic character on the screen. In fact, there is only one person in Yamaguchi’s life that really fits that description… and that person is currently in full blown gay panic mode next to Yamaguchi on his bedroom floor. Then, to make matters worse, Tsukishima’s brain unhelpfully reminds him of the fact that Yamaguchi has mentioned playing otome games with all-male romanceable options as well. What does this mean, if it means anything after all? Does he like men? Women? Both? Neither? Or does he just play both types because they provide a different gaming experience? He looks up from the screen and studies Yamaguchi’s face for a bit, thankful that he is too engrossed in his game to notice the attention. Yamaguchi’s face is cutely scrunched up in concentration, his teeth nibbling his lower lip as he decides what dialogue option would be best. Tsukishima realizes that he has been staring perhaps a bit too long and quickly jerks his head in the other direction.

Unfortunately for him, this is around the same time that Yamaguchi pulled his attention away from the screen to see Tsukishima’s reaction to the cute line that the character just said, seemingly oblivious to Tsukishima internally screaming at himself for being so gay and in love with his best friend.

“Awww Tsukki! You like them too? That line they just said was just too cute!” Yamaguchi says excitedly, unintentionally misreading the situation. Tsukishima quickly reads the line on the screen and panics when he finds that it is just as cliche as he thought it would be. I mean, who writes this stuff?? More importantly, how is he going to play this off when his two options are admitting that he has a big, fat, stupid crush on his best friend or pretending to be attracted to some boring 2D character from a cheesy otome game? Rather than choosing the more logical option #2, Tsukishima decides to childishly give Yamaguchi the silent treatment while dramatically pretending to not hear him. This method seemingly works as Yamaguchi just giggles, rolls his eyes, then turns his attention back to the screen, dropping the subject for now.

After another hour or so of Yamaguchi playing and sneaking glances at Tsukishima to gauge his reactions to each new scene, Yamaguchi decides to shut off the game for the night in favor of helping Tsukishima set up the futon.

This is when he decides to bring the topic up again. “You seemed to be really focused on the game Tsukki! Especially that character. I told you they would be the cutest!! I really didn’t expect them to be your type though.” In a panic, Tsukishima goes back to his original method of avoiding the questioning completely, but he is out of luck as Yamaguchi is the most stubborn person that he knows and will not drop it again until he gets an answer. “Still nothing?” says Yamaguchi, “how about we do 20 questions?”

“...”

“hot or cold?”

“...”

“You tell me why you’ve been quieter than usual tonight?”

“What are you talking about?” Tsukishima demands, whipping his head up to look at Yamaguchi. “Hah, gotcha!” Yamaguchi gloats, “but seriously, what is up with you? You were fine until we started playing. Are you just too proud to admit that these games are actually entertaining or —” “I don’t like these stupid games, I like you!” Tsukishima interrupts in a sudden outburst.

Yamaguchi stands there with his jaw dropped open as they both struggle to process the words that just came out of Tsukishima’s mouth. “Really?” Yamaguchi finally says, his shaky voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, so… yeah” Tsukishima replies eloquently as he turns away from Yamaguchi to begin quickly packing up his things in order to make a quick escape. He freezes when Yamaguchi lightly grabs his wrist to prevent any further movement. He is sure that his ears are bright red, betraying his emotions even though his face is hidden from Yamaguchi’s sight. Then, Yamaguchi starts laughing. “Great,” Tsukishima thinks “I just told him how I feel and he’s laughing in my face”. Tsukishima steals a glance at Yamaguchi only to see him laughing while fondly looking at Tsukishima like he was the most precious thing in the whole world. And maybe he was in Yamaguchi’s eyes. “Sorry,” says Yamaguchi while wiping a tear from his eye, voice still slightly shaking with uncontained laughter, “it’s just that you make fun of otome games for being cliche when you are the walking definition of a kuudere! I absolutely can’t deal with you!” Yamaguchi only laughs harder at the glare that Tsukishima sends his way until Tsukishima quietly says, “the difference is that you actually like those games…”

Yamaguchi pauses while he considers Tsukishima’s words. Was he really so oblivious to Yamaguchi’s many, many attempts at flirting? He was hardly subtle. Subtlety is definitely not one of Yamaguchi’s strengths, he is more of an ‘all or nothing’ kind of guy. What stumbles out of Yamaguchi’s mouth next could be considered somewhat of a hot mess as far as confessions go. “Are you kidding me? Like, you’re being serious right now? You’re not joking?”

“Yes.” Tsukishima replies coldly, ready to just make a run for it so he can go crawl in a hole and die alone in peace.

“Sorry Tsukki!” Yamaguchi replies hurriedly, “I just… it’s just… have you really not noticed?”

“...noticed what?” Tsukishima says, suddenly reconsidering his whole crawling-in-a-hole plan.

“I have liked you for so long, and I definitely haven’t hid it. I mean, I even regularly share my fries with you!” Yamaguchi half-screams, exasperated at how stupid his seemingly ‘smart’ friend is being. “That doesn’t mean anything if they’re just the ones that don’t meet your ridiculous criteria for a ‘good’ french fry and — wait what?” Tsukishima responds, cutting himself off as he truly realizes what Yamaguchi said. “I said that I like you too, idiot” Yamaguchi says fondly. There he goes again, looking at Tsukishima the same way that he looks at the shiny rocks that he picks up on the way home after practice sometimes. Perhaps Tsukishima has more in common with those shiny rocks than he cares to admit. “I am not an idiot” Tsukishima says instead, faking offense in a way that he knows will make Yamaguchi laugh. “Ehhh” Yamaguchi responds while giggling again.

In yet another lapse of judgement, Tsukishima leans forward to grab Yamaguchi’s face and pull him into an obviously inexperienced kiss. Realizing his mistake, Tsukishima quickly pulled away and apologized “ Sorry, I should’ve uh… asked first or something… you just looked so cute and I…” He was cut off by yet another chaste kiss from Yamaguchi. “It’s okay, you’re really nervous so I’ll let it slide,” Yamaguchi says with a small smile, his face still inches from Tsukishima’s own, “we should probably get some sleep now.” “Yeah, we probably should” Tsukishima agrees while pulling Yamaguchi in for another kiss.

#tsukishima x yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #tsukkiyama #hq fluff #first kiss #confessions #sleepover

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dumplingfaye · 3 years

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All the hot gays are ⚠️Yaoi Warning ⚠️ and don’t you dare complain you signed up for this 🖕😠

Asta: (Stares at Yuno and Langris And smiles “thinking to himself”) ‘a Magic night and their Vice captain in a Romantic relationship’(“Sheds a Sweat” smiles awkwardly)

Nacht: (says in a comedic fashion) Asta you seem distress is something wrong are you jealous of Langris

Asta: of course I’m Not why would I be!!! I just ..... I’m just kind of disappointed that it was Langris

Nacht: (Says in a comedic fashion) instead of you???

Asta: (says in an angry manner) Nacht Senpai I told you No I don’t like Yuno that way! I’m just disappointed that it was Langris instead of anyone else (pouty face)

Nacht: well I do agree with you Langris Isn’t a right person and should die

Asta: I didn’t say that!!!!!

Nacht: (Says in a comedic fashion) all I could really hear was Nacht Senpai what’s up with that???? I thought it was Vice Captain Nacht

Asta: (blushes heavily) Ahh .....Um..... right I forgot I should probably call you Vice Captain Nacht (thinking to himself) ‘or at Least in pu-‘

Fuegoleon: come on Nozel Smile we’re on a date you’re not supposed to be grumpy all the time

Nozel: This is not a date we’re just two captains going out to eat

Fuegoleon: pretty sure that’s a date (Kisses Nozel)

Nozel: don’t do that

Fuegoleon: And we even do Things like that to each other on a regular basis how are we not on a date????

Asta: is that Captain Fuegoleon!!!! I didn’t know he was gay

Nacht: huh (Looks to the other side and sees some thing that makes him want to vomit) eww that’s Fu*king Gross

Asta: what’s gross??? (looks towards the direction Nacht was looking at) Ehhh!!!!

Yami: (Kisses Jack)

Jack: (Kisses Yami)

Asta: why......why is..... Why is Captain Yami With that rude guy who thought that Yuno was a traitor???

Nacht: (says in annoyed manner) A worthless pile of garbage with another worthless pile of garbage who would’ve figure

Patri/Patolli: William are you sure it’s okay for me to be here???

William: don’t worry about it everything’s okay (kisses Patri/Patolli)

Asta: also them.....

Nacht: yes It would seem everyone in their mothers are gay Oh wow just when I said that look what I found

Asta: huh? No way them to!

Luck: (kisses Magna)

Magna: (kisses Luck)

Asta: ehh (“Blushes heavily” Sees something that doesn’t make him uncomfortable) wait a minute there’s Leo Hay Leo!!!

Leopold: Oh if it isn’t my rival Asta

Asta: Hi Leo This may be strange and A bit odd to ask but uh.....um.....Leo you’re not gay by any chance are you??? Everyone I see is gay and it’s kind of making me well it’s kind of making me uncomfortable........

Leopold:

Are you homophobic???!!!!!!

Luck,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno ,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/ Patolli: (Sees an overhears what’s going on)

Asta: huh.....HUH!! No it’s nothing like that it’s just umm......(“blushes”looks away and looks back) can you just answer the question

Leopold: Well yeah I’m dating my vice captain

Asta: (blushes extremely heavily) WHAT WHO EVER SAID SOMETHING ABOUT DATING THERE VICE CAPTAIN!!!!!

Leopold:(thanking to himself)’is he really bothered by it that much’....uh...me??? I said that. his name is Randall Luftair

Nacht: a vice captain and there subordinate dating Hmm It kind remind you of someone doesn’t it Asta

Asta: (blushes heavily) ah Yeah. Yuno and Langris

Nacht: (Smiles but is actually extremely angry and annoyed)

Luck,Leopold,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli: Asta are you homophobic???

Asta: WHAT NO I Just (look towards Nacht and Blushes)

Luck,Leopold,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli:You???

Asta: wait why are you all here?! listen Just because I’m being bothered by it doesn’t mean I’m homophobic I just don’t feel good whenever I see my friends that I thought I knew who are into dudes Randomly kissing each other out of the blue

Luck,Leopold,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli:(looks towards each other) you’re homophobic

Asta:

I’M NOT!!!!!

Luck: Come on I thought you were my friend Leopold: seriously.... I thought you were a good person Yami: kid you Being disgusted by me hurts Fuegoleon: I thought you were a respectable person Langris: I always knew you were a pile of shit Yuno: I thought you excepted me for who I was l guess I was wrong Magna: WHAT!!! a real man wouldn’t be homophobic Nozel: you’re a scumbag Jack: i’ll cut you up for being homophobic William: well that’s disappointing Patri/Patolli: I thought you were different

Asta: I.....I........I (really sad)

Nacht:

OH MY GOD WHY DON’T I JUST TELL THEM!!!! (really annoyed)

Asta: huh??? (Pauses for a sec confused before realizing “Blushes extremely heavily”)

HUH!!!!! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! DON’T YOU DARE DON’T YOU DARE SAY A WORD!!!!!!!!

Nacht: Fine I won’t tell them

Asta: (Sigh in relief)

Nacht: I’ll just show them (pulls Asta in and kisses him start stripping off his shirt And groping him)

Asta: (struggles to Pullback And ends up biting Nacht’s lips) Nacht Senpai stop it!!!!!

Luck,Leopold,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli: (“looks towards each other” thinking to themselves) ‘Nacht Senpai shouldn’t he call his vice captain vice captain Nacht???‘

Nacht: you bit my lip and now I’m bleeding

Asta: You deserve it

Nacht: why????

Asta: WHY???

BECAUSE!! THAT’S SEXUAL HARASSMENT!!!!!

Nacht: (holding his finger up to his Chin) Oh I’m going to sexually harass the hell out of you all night long

Asta: huh? (blushes extremely heavily)

HUH!!!! no way no way No Way No Way NO WAY!!!!! (Runs as fast as he can)

Nacht: (Catches Asta with shadow magic and pins him down)

Asta: LET ME GO!!!!!

Nacht: no

Asta: YES!!!!!

Nacht: no

Yami: Nacht wait a minute you said you weren’t gay

Nacht: no I didn’t

Yami: ah yeah yuh did you said you don’t swing that way

Nacht: oh yeah I did say that. I meant I don’t swing that way to someone like you

Yami: What Why????

Nacht: oh I don’t know probably because you’re a disgusting pile of shit and not a bright shining light or or or or now hear me out Because you Fu*kd my brother right in front of me (Flashback)

Morgan: ...oh......uh.....Ah.........Yami.....(Breathing heavily)

Nacht: (“Sigh”shouts at the top of his lungs)

WOULD YOU TWO QUIT IT I AM RIGHT HERE AND I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!!!!!!

God I hate my life (Nacht In present time) God I hate you

Asta: Nacht Senpai please let me go (“still pin down” Feeling really embarrassed and a bit sad)

Nacht: No can do

Asta: why?

Nacht: Because you look so cute

Asta: (Blushes) What???? that’s not a Reason

Nacht: Plus I get to see a perfect frame of you’re nice ass

Asta: huh? (blushes extremely heavily)

HUH!!!! LET ME GO!!!!!LET ME GO!!!!!LET ME GO!!!!!

Nacht: No

Luck,Leopold,Fuegoleon,Langris,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli: Wait a minute so does that mean he’s a classic closet case (Thinking to themselves) ‘it must’ve been because he was kind of low-key about him being in a gay relationship that was why he was so uncomfortable’ Oh we’re sorry can you forgive us Asta

Asta:

FUCK YOU!!!!

Yuno: (blushes extremely heavily) wait Asta you’re gay

Asta: (“blushes” still pin down) Technically I’m bisexual but.....uh....yeah I am (blushes extremely heavily)

Yuno: Me and Asta could’ve been together (bites his lip) no no no No No No NO NO NO

NO!!!!!!!

Liebe: Are you girls doing okay???

Charlotte Vanessa Mimosa Noelle Rebecca Sally Sécre Marie Mariella: All the hot guys are either taken or gay

Sekke: I am right here

Liebe: They said all the hot guys🕶

Dorothy: Mama likes what she sees

PS. The reason why Yami asked Nacht why he was gay in the first place was because they used to be friends really good ones and now Nacht looks like Yami’s dead ex-boyfriend Morgan and Yuno being mad about Asta being bisexual was because he only dated Langris because he thought he would never be able to be with Asta Hope you like it I thought it was funny honestly I loved it

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peanutpinet · 3 years

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Nine Percent Scenarios for @ninepercent._.forever on IG

Cause she chose majority soft pics, so here is a soft group pic of the boys uwu <3

Cai Xukun

Can I just say one more time, silver hair Kunkun is *chefs kiss*

Alright, for this, I’d imagine that Kun was attending your graduation (high school or university, whichever you’d like) and when it was finally your turn to go up and take your paper/medal/diploma, etc; Kun would instantly smile, pointing at you/wave at you when you turn around to face the audience. I would also feel that Kun would brag about you to the people around him (if it’s your parents then he’ll be like ‘she’s so amazing’).

“That’s my girl!! Yeap!! That stunning, breath-taking, kind-hearted, smart girl is mine. You go sweetheart!!”

Chen Linong

OMO LOOK HOW SOFT NONGNONG IS WITH THAT CAT!! I DIE

Alright!! For this one, I feel that you guys are roommates and were heading back when you guys noticed this cat that doesn’t look alright. Nongnong (being the animal lover he is) would go over to the cat and pet it. When Nongnong said that the cat seems to be sick, he would suggest to bring it to the vet; which you agreed, without question.

After getting checked, the vet gave Nongnong a prescription and Nongnong just held the cat in his arms, soothing it and telling it that it’ll be alright. Upon the sight, you just can’t help but die of cuteness and just had to take a picture of him.

“Don’t worry lil guy, I got you. You’re going to be just fine!!” *insert is uwu smile*

Fan Chengcheng

Alright, alright, for this pic of Chengcheng, I feel that he was bored at home and was like “Hey!! (Y/N)!! Let’s go out!! I’m bored” and since you were also just being a couch potato (mind you, a hot couch potato), you were like “ehhh, I don’t see why not”. Especially when Chengcheng is the one picking you up and dropping you back.

So, the two of you went out the whole day. Had brunch together then went to the mall to do some window shopping/actual shopping, whichever one you are. Afterwards, you guys just decided to walk along the streets for a bit before going back home. Along the way, it started to snow and you were mesmerised by it and didn’t noticed that Chengcheng was staring until you turned around to see him (cue the pic).

“Isn’t it pretty Cheng?”

“Sure is” (looks at you)

Justin Huang Minghao

I SWEAR!! JUSTIN CAN LOOK 20+ IN ONE MINUTE AND 16 IN THE NEXT. LIKE HOW?!

Anyways, I imagine that you guys were just hanging out since it was finally winter break. So, Justin decided to celebrate your winter break by inviting you to join him for a little outing. Like, he’s so full of energy, he wants to go out and just move!! So, the two of you were now walking along the park when you started to feel tired from all the walking and decided to take a break by just sitting down on a bench, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of you. When Justin decided to sit next to you and look at you and you were a bit taken aback when he gave you that face (the picture).

“Wh-what are you looking at?”

“You. I never noticed how much your eyes are glowing. It’s pretty. And not to mention your smile. It’s just contagious. I hope that you would smile often from now on”

Lin Yanjun

Alright, I have no idea why she chose this pic of Yanjun. Clearly, you wanted to kill me huh, Aliya? Anyways, we’ll see what scenario I got

For this specific pic, since my dear friend wanted the boys to either be your guy friend/boyfriend, this is what I came up with. You and Yanjun were childhood friends; with Yanjun being like 4-5 years older and was the heir to a company which you decided to apply for. Of course, you still had to go through interviews and everything; Yanjun believes that you can never take the easy way out.

However, the difference between you and your co-workers is that Yanjun would always asks you about your job at the end of the day which he knows that you worked hard since he heard it from your supervisor. Working under Yanjun was tough but he would never give you work that he knows you can’t handle and every now and then he would definitely treat you by taking you to your favourite restaurants/cafes at the weekend.

You have been working so hard and slowly climbed your way and was now Yanjun’s secretary. However, there were definitely some workers that were jealous of that. They’d be like “how can she become his secretary?” “just look at her! She doesn’t even look that good” and many more. But, it never really bothered you since you knew that dealing with those people are just a waste of your time and childish.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. Sure, you tried your best to not care. But when those people started being physical, it was just too hard to handle. You were constantly dozing away and easily distracted that Yanjun himself became worried. He would asked you every now and then but you didn’t tell him, you didn’t want to bother him since he was basically “shouldering” your expenses.

But fear not!! One day, he finally caught the workers red-handed. You were just about to get lunch for both you and Yanjun when the elevator didn’t work and so, you took the stairs. However, those jealous workers caught you, some of them purposely bumped into you, making the food you brought fall onto yourself. But little did they know that Yanjun was passing by since he forgot to handover a document to his management team. At first, Yanjun was already ready to come in and fight. But when he saw that it was you, he didn’t hesitate one bit. He shouted at the workers, scaring them and you.

To say that the workers were scared was an understatement. Nope, they were petrified at this point. Yanjun was walking down the stairs, hands in his pockets and his gaze, colder than ever. He went to your side, asking you if you were alright but all you could do was let out a little hiccup. Noticing your state, Yanjun pulled you into a hug, looking back at the workers and told them that he’ll deal with them later and he hope that they have cleaned their belongings from the office.

“OI!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

“Sshhh, are you alright? Is this why you’ve been dozing off lately?”

“J-jun...”

“ *sigh* I’ll deal with all of you later. Oh, and I hope that by the time I call you to my office, all of your belongings are packed”

“Is alright, I got you (Y/N). Please tell me the next time this happens”

“B-but...you just fired them?”

“(Y/N)...you’re too sweet sometimes, you know that? I hope you know that things like this shouldn’t be taken lightly. I care about you, you know. Now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll order some food for us, your favourites, kay?”

HOW DO I WRITE SO LONG FOR HIM?! AND WITH THIS KIND OF SCENARIO!! AGGHHH CURSE MY WRITING

Zhu Zhengting

Mama Ting holding a big fluffy panda?! Welp, time to fly over to visit him (JK)

So, I feel that the two of you were hanging out all day, just a normal day of at your place, cooking, baking and watching TV shows/films all day when suddenly, the sun finally sets and it was night time. Since the both of you were too tired to cook, Zhengting suggested you guys have dinner at a nearby restaurant which of course, in the end, mama Ting paid for everything.

Whilst walking you back home, you both saw this place with a claw machine and you just so happen to see a huge panda in there. Determined to get it, you spent quite a pretty penny on it but failed to grabbed it. However, mama Ting decided to step in and get the doll for you. Which he finally did, after 7 tries.

“Th-the panda...Let me have the panda...please!!”

“Step aside (Y/N), I’ll get it for you!!”

“OMO!! TING!! YOU GOT IT!!”

“I GOT IT!!! Uhh, can I cuddle with it until we reached your home?”

“Is alright, since you got it, it should be yours”

“Eh?! Really?! I’M GOING TO GET TWO NEXT TIME!!”

Wang Ziyi

Can I say, Ziyi, multitasking to a new level man!!

So, for this pic, I thought that it’s been a while since you and Ziyi went out to grab a bite or catch up because he was very busy. However, since it was your birthday, he really didn’t want to cancel anymore plans. So, instead! He just cancelled meetings and all but he still brought a few work with him; works that he can easily finish in a short amount of time. Though he would apologise first-hand that he still had some unfinished business to take care of before you even got a chance to ask him.

“I’m really sorry that I had to bring some work with me today, (Y/N)”

“It’s fine Ziyi. I’m just happy that you even had the time to take me out”

“It’s your birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for anything else. Even though I’m technically somewhat working right now”

“I said it’s fine Ziyi. I’m happy that you’re here to spend the day with me”

“Aishh, you’re too nice (Y/N). Eh, eat up, the food will get cold! I just need to sign a few of these then I’m all yours for the day :)”

Xiao Gui

It’s been a while since I saw a soft Gui but hey!! I aint complaining!!

For Xiaogui, I feel that you finally graduated from university and was on your way back home. Well to be exact you were already back, it’s just that Xiaogui hasn’t had the time to see you. But!! He made it his mission that when he does see you, he would give you a surprise that you would never thought of.

He texted you saying that he had some free time and would like to meet up at the park that you guys used to hang out back in school. But little did you know that when you walked by the park, you saw Xiaogui, sitting on the stairs with a bouquet in his hands, a smile slowly formed on his face the minute you came into his sight.

“Kai (Wang Linkai, yea), wh-what’s all this? Are we going somewhere? OOH!! Is it for a special someone?”

“They sure are. You!”

“That’s...wait?! Me?! Wh-what?!” *cue blushing mess*

“Of course!! Congratulations on finishing your degree!! I’m proud of you (Y/N). Sorry that I have been very busy but, I wanted to do something special since you always send me something special. So, dinner?”

“I’d love to!! Thank you Kai!!”

You Zhangjing

Zhangjing in a suit!! YIKES!!! I NEED TO BREATHE!! PHEW!! OKAY!! ONTO THE SCENARIO!!

So, this is another slightly hard scenario to think of. But, here goes nothing. So, I imagine that you guys decided to have a date night since it has been a while you guys had like an actual proper date night. HECK!! Zhangjing even went all out and booked your favourite restaurant and brought out his suit for crying out loud!! Anyways, the date night, as you’d expect, was lovely. Zhangjing made sure that you get whatever food/drink you’d like then of course, Zhangjing being the responsible gentleman he is, brought you home. However, on you way back, you guys saw this bush with roses on them. And you know what Zhangjing did?

“Hey (Y/N)!!”

“Hmm? What is it Zhangjing?”

“Roses are red, violets are blue. I may not be able to rhyme but there is nothing prettier than you”

“OMG ZHANGJING!! STAWWPP!! Or more like, stop asking Yanjun for pick up lines for crying out loud!!”

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knightofameris · 4 years

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sweet beginnings — hanamaki takahiro

Setting: Spring Inter-high Aoba Johsai vs. Karasuno Gender: Female Contains: n/a Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: With endings come new beginnings.

a/n: i,,, actually kinda really like this part. It’s simple but sweet, like the title. i actually still need to write the last three but i haven’t posted in a hot minute so ehhh lol but i got the ideas so its chillin

bitter endings (pt. 1) || sweet beginnings: matsukawa || sweet beginnings: iwaizumi || sweet beginnings: oikawa

Enjoy! || Requests are open!!

❝ being stuck on what ends too soon will leave you blind to the future ❞

“Here, I’ll walk you home since your brother isn’t here.”

A hand reaches down to grab your bag and you finally look up to meet Hanamaki’s eyes, a lazy smile sits on his face.

“I can carry it myself,” you say, slowly getting up so that your knee doesn’t freak out. Your eyes widen and you let out a small yelp as your knee gives out and you fall forward. Hanamaki’s quick to catch you, despite the bags he’s carrying around his shoulder.

He chuckles, “Sure, I can carry you too if you want.”

“Wha-no! No, you can just carry the bag,” you sputter out as you try to create space between yourself and Hanamaki, but his grip on you is strong.

“Well,” he smirks, “don’t go falling for me then, alright?”

You feel your cheeks flush and you then raise your arms to hit him against his chest, “You suck!”

Hanamaki’s laughs out loud, his laughter reverberating through the gym as he takes your punches.

“Since when were you a flirt like Oikawa?” You slightly pout with a frown on your face. The two of you start heading out of the gym. You give it one last glance before closing it.

“Hang around the guy enough and you pick things up,” he replies casually. You make sure to lock it and then turn back to face Hanamaki. His hand is outreached to you. You stare at it. Then back up at him. And then back at his hand. It’s gentle and inviting, despite the callouses from his time with volleyball. “Come on, so that you don’t go falling for me and I don’t have to pick you up.”

You gingerly take it and Hanamaki adjusts the bags to the other side so that he can pull you close. Your fingers interlock and you also grasp his arm with your other hand. You know, so that you don’t fall.

“Yeah, but you’ll catch me, right?” You say back. You stare straight ahead, not really wanting to make eye contact with the boy even if you feel him staring down at you.

“Yeah, I will,” he muses, something else was laced behind his voice but you couldn’t quite make out what it was supposed to be.

The two of you fall into a casual conversation, the pace you’re walking at is a slow one, as if you’re both taking your time to get back home. It seems to be a common theme but the two of you are trying to prolong the night for as long as possible. It is a nice night after all, with the moon shining down on the two of you and the stars flickering in the sky.

“What are you doing after graduating, Maki?” You ask. It’s a question that all the third years have yet to talk about. One that holds too much uncertainty and sadness. Yet, it’s a question that holds excitement for the unknown, for the pursuit of something more.

The question hangs in the air and Hanamaki takes a few seconds before he replies.

“University, probably. Honestly, I’m not sure what I want to do after this. You?”

“University for sure,” you answer. “Might want to study abroad, too.”

Hanamaki lets out a small whistle. “Abroad, huh?” You nod your head before your thoughts go elsewhere.

You purse your lips, another question lingering in the back of your mind but you’re not sure if you want to ask it.

“Got something else on your mind?”

“Always the perceptive one, aren’t you?” You meet his eyes with a smile and he shrugs. You bite the inside of your cheek before you decide to ask. “Do you think we’ll still talk after graduating?”

Hanamaki’s hand squeezes yours after hearing your words and you can’t help but lean a little closer towards him.

“I want to,” he replies. “I’d hope so.”

You hum in response, your house coming into view.

“Me too.” The beating of your heart quickens and you’re sure that he can feel your heartbeat. And if he does he doesn’t say anything about it. Hanamaki hasn’t even said anything about your slightly clammy hands, if anything his hold on you has tightened.

To you and to him, it just feels right.

You both reach the front of your house but both of you guys don’t want to end the night here. So you’re both standing there, with you now in front of him and staring up at him. His thumb rubs small circles on the back of your hand. You’re glad that he hasn’t let go yet.

Hanamaki takes a small step towards you, a soft smile on his face and you can’t help but smile back.

“I don’t know if it’s obvious but,” he trails off, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles, “I’ve liked you for a while now.” You feel your cheeks heat up, from the simple act of him kissing your hand to his confession.

Though, it doesn’t come off as a surprise. For either of you, really. Suddenly, you feel bits of regret settling within you and you realize now exactly what you wish you did differently, even if it couldn’t have changed the outcome of the match.

You wish you and Hanamaki didn’t dance around each other’s feelings these past years.

“I, uh,” you stammer, “me too. I mean, I liked you too! Or, well, I mean I still do. Oh my God. Sorry.” You bury your face with your free hand, too embarrassed to say anything else.

Hanamaki laughs and you can feel your face heat up even more but you still peak through your fingers at him and the moment you meet his eyes, you notice something deeper hidden behind his. Adoration, maybe. Probably.

With his free hand, he slowly pries your hand away from your face. He pushes some of your hair behind your ear and then caresses your cheek.

“I know we’re graduating soon but, if you’re willing, I’d want to make this work.”

You place your hand over his and nod your head, “Even if I went abroad?”

“Even if you went abroad,” he murmurs. You don’t notice how close his face is to yours until you feel his breath on you. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Hanamaki leans down, closing the gap and he places his lips on yours. You close your eyes and you’re surprised at how soft he is against you despite how his lips are partially chapped. He gingerly moves his lips against yours as you kiss him back, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You feel him pull you closer to you and you stroke the back of his hand that’s placed on your cheek.

Just like the match, the season, and the night, the kiss ends too soon and you’re both pulling apart.

Slowly, you open your eyes, mouth still slightly parted from the kiss. You find Hanamaki smiling down at you and you smile back.

“So?” You’re the first to break the silence.

“So what?” He arches a brow at you. You roll your eyes.

“You haven’t asked me yet, to be your girlfriend, Takahiro.”

He grins, loving the way his name rolls off your tongue. “Well, go out with me, then. Let’s make it official.”

“Wow, what a way to phrase it, but sure, okay.”

“We should have done this sooner.”

“Yeah, but let’s make the most of what time we have together before everything changes.” You lay your head against his chest, hugging him. Hanamaki runs his hand through your hair as he hums in response. And though everything was going to come to an end, you knew that something better, sweeter, was beginning.

a/n: hnng on one hand i dont like this one too much on the other i think it’s short and sweet??? IDK but i like the idea i have for matsukawa and iwaizumi :3c but i might revamp oikawa’s to something else lOL also i hope i wrote hanamaki alright 🥺 👉👈

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faithylilac · 3 years

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“And then.... when all hope was lost, I stepped in and saved the bake sale!” The cloaked stranger shouted, loud enough for the whole tavern to hear. All heads turned towards him as he continues with his story, almost everyone was captivated.

The three that were not captivated on the other hand, were the members of his adventuring party. He changes the story of how he meets the party every single time he tells the story. Who’s in this party you ask? Just a bunch of weirdos that happen to find each other, they don’t share the same goal, but they sure do a lot of stuff together.

“Dax, we’re going to the Inn across the street to check in. You continue with your story.” The one with a white Bob said. The story teller continues and the party members get out of their seats and head out.

“Wait, he was in the party before me. Why am I in his stories?” Echo, the tallest one said.

“I don’t know, It’s not worth correcting anymore.” The white haired one said with a sigh

They adventurers walk into the inn, it smelled like wet dog but it was the only inn in town that wasn’t smart enough to ban them from it. “I need two rooms dog.” Echo said. It wasn’t something he would normally say, but his mind was still stuck on the smell it just came out.

“We only have one room, luckily for you and wife and son, it has three beds.” The inn keeper told him.

Faithy, the white hair one started snickering and elbowing the blue Nymph with them.

“Of course, that’ll work for my family. How much?” Echo didn't have anything better to do, so he played along with it

“Did you say family?” He asked with a stern face.

“DOM TORETTO?!?” They all said in unison.

“Family is everything, the room is your’s for tonight. From my family to yours.”

“Thank you Dom Toretto, me and my husband need to get this little whippersnapper to bed.” Faithy said, while ruffling the Nymph’s hair then quickly shoving both of her party members upstairs.

They walk into the room and it’s nothing but twin beds. They look at each other then Back at the room. Echo opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly cut off.

“You are not turning into a bug to sleep at the end of the bed again.” Carter, the Nymph said.

“I was gonna say, I’m sleeping in this form. I need to stretch my legs when I sleep every once in a while.” Echo replied. “That and I look too hot right now.”

Carter and Faithy turned to each other and nodded, Echo was very hot at the moment. “Dax can sleep on the floor then. If he cares enough he can make his own bed.” Faithy decided. She was the leader after all.... sometimes. Sometimes some else is, it kinda depends on what happens.

Back at the tavern, Dax has everyone dancing the chicken dance. How did we get here in such a short time? I don’t know, I wasn’t narrating that part. Oh but that’s not all, he’s also gotten his hands on the deed to the tavern. He drunkly told the owner that he needed the deed because he’s a god and needs it as a sacrifice. It was a weird request but the owner handed over, hoping for some sort of blessing from the mischievous god.

“I pray that this place burns to the ground!” An angry stranger burst through the front door with a torch and drop kicks it towards the bar. Dax just so happened to be giving a musical performance on said bar and was lessed than please.

“Yo dude, you got something against parties?” Dax said, jumping off of the counter.

“He’s been buying up all the taverns in town and has been slowly raising the price of Booze!” The stranger shouted. Dax looked at the tavern owner who was sweating bullets. “That’s pretty evil, but not evil enough to burn down the place.” He said with shrug.

The man had steam coming out of his ears in anger. “He’s also bribed the local government to let him up on his taxes, while raising them on us to compensate!”

Dax broke the cup that was in his hand and slowly turned towards the tavern owner. Dax picks up the torch and just shoves it into the owner hands. “You burn it down, or I burn it down. You get to choose.” He said, his 3D eyes now darkened with anger. The owners sighs and starts running around and starts lighting tables on fire.

The patrons yell in delight and grab some fire wood from the fire place to assist with the arson. Dax is very pleased with himself because he owns the deed and can press charges against the actual owner for property damage and get lots of money. Wait, what would a god do with money? Beats me, but hey it’s shiny.

Back at the inn, Faithy wakes up to yelling and a bright light coming through the shutters. She hops out of bed and opens the window to find the building across the street on fire. “FOR THE LOVE OF Gjhar feiiled!” She yanks the sheets out from under carter, tossing him into the air and he goes flying.

Carter wakes up in the middle of the street, roof tiles stuck on him and a tavern on fire. “Oh Dax had fun without us.” He said with such disappointment. “More like he got us banned from another town!” He heard Faithy yell from the window.

Faithy approaches Echo’s bed with her mace in hand and gently wakes him up by shaking him. What did you think she was gonna do? She’s not violent. Echo kicks Faithy in the face with his giant platform shoes. “Yo where’s Carter at?” He apparently didn’t notice Faithy’s bleeding lip, but that was fine. “He already went outside.”

Dax walks out of the bar and sees carter. “Isn’t it past your bed time? Also when did you start wearing roof tiles for clothes?” He asked his blue pal.

“Faithy said we should leave without a guard escort” carter replied. Faithy in fact did not say it, but was quite obvious what she was thinking. “Let me just drop this report by the guard tower and money should be sent to me within a week!” Dax said without a care. And with that, Dax started whistling while walking down the road.

Carter finished taking off his new accessories when Echo Jumps down from the sky holding Faithy. She is still in fact bleeding, but she’ll be fine; More cool main character scars. Echo then drops Faithy with no warning and dusts off his hands.

“Domestic violence is my favorite way to end the night.” Echo said sarcastically.

Then... DOM TORRETO burst from the inn with a glock. “FAMILY IS EVERYTHING! HOW DARE YOU TREAT YOUR WIFE LIKE THIS!” He points towards Echo.

“If we want to be fair, Faithy did throw me into the street.” Carter just had to butt in. All to protect the person he likes to flirt with the most. Dom Torreto then changes his aim towards the priestess.

“How dare you hurt your child! Family is everything!” He shouted in a fit of rage.

“WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH! Listen here buddy. She’s not my wife and this isn’t our kid, he’s ducking blue.” Echo shouted, pointing to Carter, who has a mischievous grin on his face. “Oh and I’m gay. dude.” Echo added, like sprinkles on top of ice cream.

Dom started tearing up, but he put the glock down. “I see.... you may leave then.... happy late pride month.” He says before disappearing back into the inn.

They all just look at each other in confusion. “When’s Dax getting back?” Faithy asked Carter. “Ehhh, I don’t know. Maybe just wait outside of town for him?” He suggested. “Awwww!!!! But I wanted to get run out of town again!!!!” Echo whined.

Carter placed his hand on Echo’s tall shoulder and looked him dead in the eye. “I’ll never run you out of my mind.” He said with a wink. “Oh you know it baby.” Echo replied. We’re they dating? I don’t know, they won’t tell me. Probably not, flirting with your friends is really funny.

But here comes Dax, being chased by maybe twenty guards. “GUYS I GOT THE MONEY!!!” He shouts, waking up the neighborhood. Weird enough, they weren’t woken up before this, they were screaming the whole time. “GAY PEOPLE! GET THEM!!!” One of the guards shout, getting the rest of his squad to notice the party as well!

“BOOK IT!” Faithy shouted and they all flee out of town and into the forest. Did they loose the guards? Why does the narrator ask so many questions ? Find out on the next episode of.... THE PARTY PARTY

Be gay, do crimes.

Thank you Dax and Carter who helped out the most this chapter <3

Masterlist

#the party party #dom toretto #friendfiction

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teawithkpop · 5 years

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[M] - PhysCom - Pt 4

pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - bc 1 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader

Rating: Mature [18+]

Length: 8.5k words

Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)

Warnings: swearing, ehhh lots of angst and fighting oh nooo, and mentions of sexual acts

the plot thickens and there’s no actual smut in this part i’m sorrryyyyyy but more smut is coming!! i pinky pwomise uwu

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"Morning, jagiya. Do you have a minute?"

You're practically vibrating with the effort of acting normal as you process Taehyung's question. What can you even say to that? Oh, sorry. Actually, can you guys come back later? I'm kind of in the middle of discovering a secret fucking society of PhysComs who are dating their clients, and I'm trying to see if there's a way I can get in on that sweet, sweet deal. Fuck no. That's not going to work. Anything other than agreeing will sound too suspicious, and you can’t let them know what you’ve discovered. At least, not yet.

"Of course." You paste on a smile as you reply, your mind still reeling as you pull the door open all the way. You’re still wearing only your robe, but it’s silly of you to shield your body when it’s theirs to ogle during work hours anyway.

“What can I do for you, masters?” You ask sweetly, slipping on your persona like a second skin to keep your thoughts safely hidden from view. Your clients should always be your first priority. Not rule breaking, and certainly not any unlikely fantasies of romance.

Something seems off about their body language. They look uncomfortable. You’re suddenly reminded of the weird tension in the air when you last saw them, and just how fragile your position is after everything that happened last night. You need to rid their minds of what they saw at dinner. They need to view you as their eager little toy again, not someone who broke or someone to be pitied.

You instantly thicken the illusion of obscenity, eager to convince them, and maybe yourself, that things are just the same as they’ve always been.

“So… what would you like from me? A blow job? Hand job?” You stretch your arm up and lean sensually against the door, your eyes half-lidded. “Do you both want to fuck my little holes and stretch me open?” You giggle cutely and start to untie the silky belt of your robe, forcing all thoughts of your ComGear out of your head so you can focus on your job, which is pleasuring your clients.

Jimin steps forward before you can pull the robe open, and stops your hand. He carefully ties your garment back together, though he avoids your eyes, his expression grim. “No… actually, we want to talk with you.”

Damn. You thought for sure that little ploy would at least fluster them a little, and maybe get them in the mood for something, but they both remain strangely sober.

“It’s about last night,” Taehyung supplies quietly, looking down to the floor.

Well, shit. What is there to talk about? You used your safe word and ruined everyone’s fun. Are they holding it against you or something? That's not really fair when the two of them are partially to blame for distracting you by playing mind games and messing with each other.

Then it dawns on you. Namjoon probably sent them up to apologize for their fighting. That must be why they’re acting so stiff. After all, he did say that the three of you should work things out together.

You feel a bit relieved and give them a fleeting smile of reassurance. “Masters, it’s okay. Let’s just move on from what happened last night, hm?” You want to take their hands, but you resist the urge. You really shouldn’t initiate contact unless it’s related to their pleasure. You settle for lacing your hands coyly behind your back, making your chest stand out rather provocatively. “I’ve forgotten all about it, really.”

They both still look dreadful. Worried. You finally notice that there's a hint of pity in their eyes and it makes your skin crawl with foreboding. You get the terrible sense that this is about something bigger than safe words, squabbles, and kisses.

“No, we all want to talk to you,” Taehyung explains with a slight clearing of his throat. “In the kitchen. Namjoon-hyung sent us to… come and get you.”

You can feel your heart start to race as your adrenaline spikes from a sudden shot of fear. What could they possibly want? What's changed between last night and today? Sure, logically, they could be calling a meeting for a variety of reasons, but only one scenario is circling through your mind, over and over… and it ends with you packing your bags.

“Do you want to, like... go now, or...?” Jimin mumbles, clearly uncomfortable about the situation.

You blink, feeling dizzy. Your playful aura has disintegrated in an instant and made way for something much more frigid and fearful. “Yeah… um, let me just get dressed first,” you murmur distractedly. “I’ll be down in a minute, masters.”

They nod and thankfully take the hint that you need a moment to collect yourself. The two of them head back downstairs and you shut the door behind them, your whole body numb. You hurry to your closet, trying to retain some semblance of routine despite the storm you feel approaching.

In the daily rotation of things, Friday - last night - was Seokjin’s day for him to do as he pleases with you, and that includes deciding what you wear. The apron you’d had on yesterday was one he had picked out for you beforehand. Your closet is sectioned off into clothes and costumes chosen by each boy for you to don beneath (or in some cases on top of) your utility belt on their chosen days. Some days they request a specific outfit, but most of the time it’s up to you to select from their options. Your favorite clothes to wear are probably either the oversized hoodies with cute panties and no bottoms that Jungkook chose for you, or the crop top and leggings variations that Hoseok loves to see you wear.

But Saturday is for Yoongi, and today’s outfits are what could be considered party clothes, full of strappy leather harnesses, deep jewel-toned mini dresses, and lots of high heels. Not exactly comfort clothing. You love it when they choose what you wear and dress you up like a little doll, it’s hot and everything, but sometimes you just want to wear sweatpants. Or a t-shirt and jeans.

Fuck. You grab a pair of black booty shorts and a busty sequined halter top, the closest thing to daywear out of Yoongi’s choices, and you also elect to go barefoot. If this meeting is as bad as you fear it’ll be, then you don’t know if you’ll be able to stand upright in six inch heels for very long. Sorry, Yoongi.

You blow a lock of hair out of your eyes after squeezing yourself into the tight attire. Credit to Min Yoongi where it’s due, the top does make your tits look amazing, but honestly that should be the least of your concerns right now. You almost laugh at such a trivial thought.

Once you reach your bed, you hastily grab your ComGear, hoping you have at least a few minutes to figure out something before you’re pulled away again. There’s a backlog of messages, but thankfully not too many, as you log back into the chat room.

[ PCsv02_svt ]: oh where did she go [ PCsv01_svt ]: probably got called away [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: probably havin.. sexy times B) [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: wink wink [ PCsv01_svt ]: … [ PCsv03_mtx ]: guys you shouldn’t encourage her about dating :/ [ PCsv03_mtx ]: bad things can happen too [ PCsv06_ast ]: yea sanha is always nice to me, but I know some clients can be... not so nice [ PCsv09_$px ]: yeah, thanks [ PCsv06_ast ]: oh... sorry :( [ PCsv02_svt ]: aww aashi didn’t mean it like that G [ PCsv02_svt ]: we’re all here for you, u know that right? [ PCsv09_$px ]: mm. thanks guys [ PCsv01_svt ]: speaking of which, how are things with you? [ PCsv09_$px ]: uh.. same as always. [ PCsv01_svt ]: has anything happened since last time? [ PCsv09_$px ]: no, but they’ve been out of the house a lot [ PCsv09_$px ]: they have a lot of schedules right now [ PCsv01_svt ]: I see… [ PCsv02_svt ]: oh she’s back!

You stare at the log in dismay. Well, crap. “Bad things” can happen...? What kind of bad things? Is dating clients a thing or not? You have too many questions and not enough answers, and you don’t have time to investigate any of it. The boys are waiting for you downstairs.

[ PCsv01_bts ]: so… my clients just called a meeting with me. I can’t really talk right now. [ PCsv01_svt ]: a meeting? [ PCsv02_svt ]: that’s okay hon! we’ll still be here when u get back ^^ [ PCsv01_bts ]: this is all…fuck sorry, it’s a lot to deal with right now

You rake a hand through your hair, your body and mind are just completely spent from everything that’s happened recently.

[ PCsv01_svt ]: it’s alright, we’re not going anywhere [ PCsv03_twc ]: take your time to understand everything ♡ [ PCsv03_twc ]: it took me a while haha [ PCsv06_ast ]: we’ve got your back! 150% hehe >u< [ PCsv02_svt ]: yeah! don’t sweat it hon~ be kind to yourself, especially when you need to figure things out ^^

All of their assurance pouring in nearly brings a smile to your face. You don’t know most of these people, and you can’t be sure that they aren’t all just really smart bots or spies sent by your network, but… they do seem like a supportive bunch.

[ PCsv01_bts ]: thanks [ PCsv01_bts ]: but what exactly did micha mean by “bad things can happen”? [ PCsv01_bts ]: is dating even safe? [ PCsv03_mtx ]: oh haha… [ PCsv04_blp ]: safe? Oh honey... [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: lolol [ PCsv03_mtx ]: well I just meant that some PhysComs have been… taken advantage of [ PCsv03_mtx ]: so you can’t just jump into it ^^; [ PCsv01_svt ]: i wouldn’t call anything in this line of work “safe” per se [ PCsv01_svt ]: it’s hard to advise anything when we don’t know what your clients are really like [ PCsv01_svt ]: but if you do manage to enter a relationship it can either make or break your employment [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: hell yeahhhhh B)) [ PCsv01_svt ]: for some people it’s a last ditch effort, offering intimacy to idols who are touch starved to begin with… oftentimes breaking those boundaries will changes the client’s perspective, and soon they see you as essential, regardless of any minor misconducts [ PCsv01_svt ]: while for others, the attachment forms naturally and appears to be a genuine connection, such as with sascha and joshua [ PCsv01_svt ]: but of course there’s no way to tell for sure if the client’s feelings are genuine or if they have ulterior motives, so it’s definitely a risk [ PCsv01_svt ]: if things were to turn sour in the relationship, it could lead to termination or worse… you know, hell hath no fury like a lover scorned and all that [ PCsv01_svt ]: people can be duplicitous [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: durr durrr antione smart smart [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: i’m taking notes on ur lecture sir uwu [ PCsv01_svt ]: blake [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: ^-^? [ PCsv01_svt ]: shut the hell your mouth [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: >:D

You sigh. Reading all these names and trying to keep everyone’s identities straight is making your head spin in your already addled state.

[ PCsv01_bts ]: is there a way to change the contact names in this chat? [ PCsv01_svt ]: nope [ PCsv02_svt ]: sorry boo, it’s for protection ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You groan in frustration. Nothing is making sense, you’ve found no answers, and you still aren’t sure you can even trust this chat room. On a whim, you tap on Sascha’s username, and a contact page pulls up for her within the chat app. It doesn’t give any information besides her username and a blank profile photo, but there is a call button.

Shit, what do you have to lose? If this is real and not some elaborate hoax, then Sascha should pick up… right? You could grill her, ask her questions only she would know to prove it’s really her.

A sudden buzz from your ComGear nearly scares you shitless, and you check to see that it’s just a message from Namjoon.

Sweetheart? Could you come down to the kitchen?

You take a deep breath to steel your nerves. Fuck. You can’t put this meeting off any longer. You slip your ComGear into your belt and head downstairs towards what you’re sure will be your inevitable doom.

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On your way down the long staircase, you take deep cleansing breaths to combat the growing knot in your stomach. You’re hoping half-heartedly, albeit rather foolishly, that maybe the boys just need your help with something harmless, like making breakfast. They do love your omelettes.

You slow down as you approach the kitchen door, and you can hear many muffled voices arguing on the other side. It sounds like they’re trying to stay quiet, but failing. You stop to listen, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Just because you got to-” “-not fair-” “I don’t like this-” “-so why should she be punished for-” “I swear it wasn’t-”

Punished? You don’t like the sound of that at all, not one bit. Just as panic starts to swarm your mind, Namjoon’s voice rises above the clamor. You lean against the door to hear his calm cadence, much more gentle than the previous raucous of the others.

"Look! Guys, I know it'll be hard. Okay? I know we've all grown very attached to her, but I think... I think this will be for the best. For all of us."

Fuck his calm cadence.

They must be talking about you, they have to be. You’re the only “her” in this house. You feel like you’re drowning in regret and fear, spiraling as your worries returning tenfold, despite your best effort to keep them at bay.

You’re going to walk through that door and they’re going to fire you, you can feel it. Namjoon’s going to look you in the eyes, and where such tenderness had been last night, now there will only be a steely gaze. It’s just business. You slump against the polished wood and bite back a dry sob, burying your face in your hands. You don’t think you can do this.

“God, you make it sound like she’s dying.” There’s Yoongi’s voice, lilted and matter of fact. “She’s not going anywhere.”

You lift your head. Not going anywhere? As in, not being fired?

Oh, bless Min Yoongi and his slutty sequin tops. But then… if you’re not going anywhere, ergo not getting fired, then what the hell are they talking about?

“Yeah, but what if this thing doesn’t work? What if she doesn’t... want this from us?” Jungkook’s timid question draws silence from the room.

“Then things will go back to normal, right? We just… forget it ever happened.” Jin. He sounds bitter and forlorn, not at all like his usual self.

“How can things be normal after what happened last night?” Hoseok sounds even worse than Jin, his voice choked with emotion. “I don’t think I can even have her as a PhysCom anymore! Something has to change.”

This declaration is met with another bout of overlapping arguments, only to be silenced once again by Namjoon.

“No, Hobi-hyung is right.” Namjoon says, his voice decisive and final. “This is a fork in the road for all of us. At the end of the week, we’ll take another vote. If things don’t improve with her, then… we’ll do what has to be done. There are always other PhysComs who can fill the position.”

What... the fuck…?

Ice crawls up your back, as if someone just dumped you into a freezing pool of water. Numbness seeps through your limbs, into your heart.

Are you really that replaceable in their eyes?

You’ve invested all your time into building bonds with these boys specifically so this wouldn’t happen. How can they be so heartless? It hurts. There’s a wrenching pain in your chest at hearing them talk about you so… so pragmatically.

It hurts because it’s exactly the way that you would handle the situation. With pragmatism.

But you know what? Fuck this. Fuck them. They took a fucking vote on the fate of your livelihood? You owe them nothing.

You’re overwhelmed, and angry, and confused, and you just can’t take it anymore. You want this guessing game to end. If they’re going to fire you, or punish you, or whatever, then you should just go in there and get it over with already. It has to hurt less than hearing them talk about you so callously.

You wait for a break in the conversation, and then ease open the kitchen door, stepping inside and doing your best to keep your expression neutral.

“Oh, there she is! Just the woman we wanted to see.” Namjoon looks up at you with a practiced smile, even though he’d just been rubbing his forehead the way he does when he’s stressed.

“Not for long,” Yoongi mutters, clutching his coffee mug a little too tightly as he takes a sip.

Your gaze flickers to him as quiet, seething anger settles in the pit of your stomach, a burning ache that doesn’t go away. He has the balls to joke about this, when your career is on the line? You’d have thought Mr. Underground Rapper would understand how hard you’ve fought to get here. Does he really feel nothing, sipping his coffee while you face the guillotine?

Namjoon shoots Yoongi a weary look, then comes over to greet you. “Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling? Better?” He cups your cheek, his eyes full of gentle concern.

You nearly flinch away from his touch. How dare he act so kind to you when they were just conspiring about whether you’ll keep your job?

You take a step back, out of range to be touched by any of them.

“What’s going on?” You ask them firmly, deciding not to hide your misgivings. Their eyes all seem to wander elsewhere in the room, Jungkook is staring at the counter in front of him like it’s suddenly become very interesting. Taehyung is looking up at the ceiling as if counting the tiles. Seokjin’s gaze is trained straight ahead into nothing, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Cowards, all of them.

Namjoon takes the initiative and clears his throat. It’s hard to take him seriously when he’s wearing Ryan the Bear pajamas, but you give him your rapt attention. “So, we’ve been discussing things, and after what happened last night… well, it really cemented this for us. It made the decision that much easier.”

Did it? Did it really make it easier for them to fire you after seeing you break down and cry from using your safe word? You half debate throwing a punch at that handsome jaw of his. Might as well go out swinging.

He seems uncomfortable from the severity of your glare. Good, let him be uncomfortable. God knows you’ve put yourself in some uncomfortable positions for them.

“You’ve worked very hard for us since you were hired, and since today marks your official six month anniversary, we think it’s only fitting to end these six months on a good note.”

Oh, how poetic. Come on, just get on with it. Flowery words, especially insincere ones, won’t help you find another job. They won’t help keep you off the street while you struggle to make a living for yourself.

You stare up at him determinedly, your lips pursed as you steel yourself for the blow. You will not cry.

“We want to extend your time off.”

Wait, what?

“Starting tomorrow. It would have been your second day off for this month, but we’d like to extend that to a week off instead.”

They’re not firing you? They’re… rewarding you with vacation time? Doesn’t make sense. Your mind is reeling, trying to figure out the catch.

“You can wear whatever you want, do whatever you’d like.” Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, seemingly thrown off by your wide eyed lack of response. “You’re not obligated to have sex with us…”

Oh. There it is. A sex ban.

Sure, they’ll give you a nice little vacation, free of worries and obligations. What, so they can all play with Secondaries, like Jin did?

Fuck, that’s what this is about, isn’t it? Jin probably told them how good it felt to fuck another cunt and now this is their way of telling you that they want to ‘see other people’, isn’t it?

This is worse than firing you outright. They’re killing you slowly, stabbing you in the gut to watch you bleed out, like a wounded animal in the desert.

Your vision is red, rage stemming from fear and insecurity building up inside of you faster than you can comprehend.

“So you’re suspending me?” Your voice is surprisingly calm, even to your own ears.

“I… I guess you could put it like that.” Namjoon says hesitantly.

“We just want to give you a break, jagiya,” Taehyung interjects, and he does look genuinely torn up about the change. But feelings are of no use, not now that things have come to this. The only protection you have left is your own pragmatism to rival theirs.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, feeling much too exposed in your skimpy outfit. Damn Min Yoongi and his slutty sequin tops. You level your gaze at each of them in turn. “Don’t I get a say in this? I’m an independent contractor.”

Namjoon seems befuddled by your scorching glare, but he nods after a moment, seeming to come to his senses. He’s the one person here that’s best equipped to acquiesce to your sudden formalities. “Yes, of course. Uh… do you want to step into my office? We can work something out. Draw up a formal agreement, if you’d like.”

You see a flash in your mind of the last time you were in Namjoon’s office, not even a week ago, where you had him bent over his desk, cumming all over your fingers and dripping onto the ornate carpet.

You shake your head. They don’t want you to play with them for a week? Fine. You won’t give Namjoon the satisfaction of a home court advantage. “I’ll call my handler. We can discuss this in the lounge in an hour.” You don’t have a lawyer, but Yeji is the next best thing.

Namjoon seems a little surprised at your sudden switch to a cold and business-like demeanor, but he nods in agreement.

“Wonderful,” you look between the other boys, though most of them avoid your gaze. “I hope you all enjoy your breakfast.” You can’t resist hissing the words, and you hasten out of the room before your stone cold facade can crack.

You close the door behind you and lean heavily against it, trying to find your balance again after being thrown so off-kilter. What the fuck just happened?

“Well… that could have gone better.” You hear Yoongi sigh, and the others all break out into loud bickering again from behind the door. Honestly, they’re like children sometimes.

You scoff miserably at their immaturity and inability to see how seriously they just toyed with your life, and you wipe your eyes before the tears can fall, hurrying back to your room.

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That could’ve fucking gone better indeed.

You press your face into your hands, trying to stifle the fury and despair bubbling up inside your chest, threatening to suffocate you. Your hard work and years of dedication, all of your training, everything you’ve worked towards, becoming valuable and necessary so you’d never be cast away again, it’s all for nothing. You’ve still ended up in this position.

What the hell are you supposed to do now? Wait around for a week as they slowly lose interest in you? The very thought is agonizing. It tugs at all your buried fears and insecurities, watching them as they each slowly forget about you. Watching yourself become useless.

No. Stop it, you don’t have time to feel sorry for yourself when there’s work to be done. Time is ticking.

When you get overwhelmed in life, you’re supposed to ask for help. But you have very limited choices for who you can ask. You’re isolated and subjective in this case, so what you need right now are some outside opinions. Objective viewpoints and thoughts about the situation that aren’t stuck in the mire of emotional complications, and tainted by your own hellish visions of the worst possible outcome.

Yeji, your handler, would be your first person to consult. She’s probably the most professional woman you know, after yourself, and most importantly, she always has a plan for any situation. You pull out your ComGear and see that it’s still on Sachsa’s mysterious contact page. She could be a second opinion. That is, if it’s really Sachsa and not some network spy.

You shake away the thought. One thing at a time.

You send a brief message to Yeji, letting her know to come and see you as soon as possible. You tack on that it’s kind of an emergency, and could she pick up some ice cream for you on the way, double fudge ripple.

She replies that she’ll be over in fifteen minutes, which gives you just enough time to change clothes and rehearse how to explain what happened.

You shed Min Yoongi's sequined strip of fabric without an ounce of remorse and stare at your closet in dismay. None of their outfits are comfortable, let alone respectable for a meeting. Frankly, your pajamas would offer more coverage.

You feel close to tears at the simple matter of choosing an outfit. This is ridiculous.

No. They may have control over what you do, but you can still rebel, at least in this small aspect of your life. You grab one of Jungkook's hoodies and a pair of leggings from Hobi, combining the outfits into what could be considered loungewear.

Once changed, you feel a bit more like yourself, and wait anxiously for your handler to arrive.

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Choi Yeji is an intimidating woman. She possesses the subtlety and sting of a viper, and isn’t afraid to say what she means. She’s never shown you any great lengths of emotion, even under stressful circumstances. So it doesn’t surprise you to see her calm and collected as she walks into your room.

“What happened?” She asks while you shut the door behind her, and she sets down the shopping bag of ice cream.

Her composure helps ease your frazzled brain, and you quickly explain the events of the past twenty four hours. Well, the events she needs to know, anyway. You were stressed at dinner, used your safeword, and now they seemingly think you’re broken and need to rest, but you suspect it’s an excuse for them to distance themselves from you.

“You think you’ve fallen out of their favor?” Yeji inquires, resting the tip of her spoon in her mouth. She claims desserts are her only vice, and had joined you in the ice cream, but still kept a professional distance and had eaten hers seated on your desk chair while you remained flopped on your bed. “Why? They’ve never sent in a single complaint about your service.”

You sigh in frustration. You know, or you at least suspect, that it has something to do with the… feelings that have come to your attention recently.

But the thought of sharing your romantic dalliances with Yeji is just plain awkward. Your relationship with her has always been business focused, monitoring your diet and exercise, your needs and leisure requests. You've never called her over to talk about your love life, or anything too personal for that matter. It’s not really in her job description.

She’s your handler, not your therapist.

But you know that you can't get around telling her the reason why things have been so tense in the house, it's inevitably going to come up. If she's representing you and backing you up during this meeting with Namjoon, it's in your best interest for her to know all the facts.

That still doesn't make it any easier to talk about. “I... think I might know why.” You admit, laying on your back, covering your face with your arm as you prepare to talk about your affairs.

Yeji levels you with a knowing look. “Did the chat room help you figure it out?”

You sit bolt upright. How the hell did she find out?

Your brain struggles to provide an explanation in a vain attempt to cover your tracks, but Yeji eases you down from your silent panic with a wave of her hand.

“It’s alright,” she chuckles, a kind smile gracing her lips. “I was the only person alerted that you’d disconnected from the network and linked to a new one. I know all about the hidden network."

"You do?" You manage to utter, too astounded to say much else.

"Of course." Yeji inclines her head. "I used to work closely with Madame Guillaume, you know."

The tension dissipates from your body to make room for the curiosity that now overwhelms you. Guillaume? That was her last name? You only ever knew her as Madame.

Yeji seems amused at your dumbfounded expression. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

You don’t know what to say. Honestly at this point, so many shocking things have happened to you that a part of you isn’t even surprised anymore to hear that Yeji knows about the PhysCom dark web. Sure. Why not?

“So is it… real?” You ask, scooting closer towards the edge of the bed.

Yeji sets down her spoon along with the empty pint of ice cream. "Yes. It's most certainly real." She folds her hands in her lap, unaware of the chocolate that's gotten around her upper lip. "But that isn't to say it's not dangerous."

You can't help the snort of a laugh that comes out of you as she talks so seriously with chocolate on her face. She looks at you askance and you wordlessly hand a tissue to her, pointing at your own mouth. "You have something…"

She blinks rapidly. "Ah, apologies." She looks over to your vanity mirror and wipes off the smudges. There's a slight lilt to her voice when she speaks, a result of the fact that Yeji always uses English around you, despite Korean being her native tongue.

You’d mentioned once that it sometimes felt weird to see others’ lips move differently to what you were hearing them say, thanks to your auto-translation chip, and she’d apparently made a note of that. Yeji has used English with you ever since, despite your assurances. It amazes you that she always goes above and beyond to make sure you're comfortable, even when it comes to speaking

Your handler clears her throat to continue. "Anyway, as I was saying. The network does have security, but no measures are foolproof. Anything you send to them has a risk of being seen by other people."

You twist your lips to the side. “Like who?”

“Well, for one, their clients could easily catch a glimpse of the chat,” she notes. “Or the information could be leaked in a security breach. You know all the leading PhysCom networks have heard whispers about this dark web you’ve discovered, and many of them would be all too eager to dismantle it.”

You automatically shake your head. You don’t know why, but the idea of the people in that chat room getting discovered, or being punished for their little spark of camaraderie… it feels wrong. Totalitarian. “But they’re not harming anyone. It’s just a group chat.”

Yeji sighs. Her lips twitch as she considers her next words. “It may seem harmless, or indeed it may even be harmless,” she states calmly. “But the higher up that one is placed, the more scared one becomes of falling. People in the higher ranks of the industry may view the chat room as a threat. Like a… PhysCom mutiny.”

“What? But that’s ridiculous!” You huff out a laugh. “They can’t possibly think we could organize a union against them. We’re illegal workers. We have no rights in society, we can’t even physically see each other.”

Sure, the risk of rebellion would be understandable in companies that employ people in respectable positions. But sex workers? That’s like being worried that drug dealers will rebel against the crooked pharmacies that supply them.

PhysComs are nothing without networks to market them and provide for their basic needs. Your career is forever tied to your network, so each network only wants the best of the best. Your reputation reflects on them as a business. So, if you get fired by your clients… your network might let you go, too.

You sigh, trying to push away such troubling thoughts. “Besides, it’s not like the people in that chat room are the only people who can fill their positions.” Your face falls a little as you continue. “We’re replaceable.”

Yeji picks up on your change in tone. “You were telling me why you think things have changed?” She waits patiently for you to explain.

You hug your knees to your chest, your gaze falling to your comforter. “I think… some of my clients might have developed feelings for me.”

You wait in silence for a beat, not daring to look up.

“Is that all?” Yeji asks, as if you’d just informed her that the toilet paper had run out.

You scoff in bewilderment. “What do you mean ‘is that all’?” You demand, a little underwhelmed by her reaction. Does she just know everything? “That’s a huge deal! Feelings are not a part of my job.”

Yeji tilts her head to the side, her eyes cast upward as though looking for the right words. “Perhaps. You might consider it an… occupational hazard,” she says with a kind look towards you. “You may not be selling your heart to those boys, but you are selling your body, which protects your heart fiercely. After enough time, letting them touch your body… it’s inevitable they might slip through and touch your heart.” She shrugs, taking a sip of the coffee to-go cup she always seems to have on hand.

You feel exasperated, like you’ve been building up all this hot air only to have it slowly leak out of your proverbial balloon. “You don’t have to get all… philosophical about it,” you grouse half-heartedly. Yeji merely chortles.

“The insecure always cast stones at those who speak the truth,” she hums into another sip of coffee, looking over the references she’d brought with her on her phone. “Now that I’m aware of this huge deal of yours, you may want to fill in any details you, ah… forgot to mention?” She gives you a look, and you groan inwardly.

But you comply, spilling all the information of your romantic dalliances since the moment Taehyung kissed you. Yeji doesn’t hold any judgement in her face, she merely nods, taking a few notes for herself, and asking an occasional clarifying question. You also feel compelled to add in what you overheard the boys talking about before you came into the kitchen.

“They said something about a vote… and that they would hold another one at the end of the week ‘if things don’t improve’ with me. Can you believe that?” You inhale, trying to quell the anger in you before it can bubble up again.

Yeji clicks her tongue, a cold clarity in her eyes as she adjusts her glasses. “So you believe Kim Namjoon is the instigator in all of this? He would try to dismiss you, even after you confided in him?”

“He’s their leader,” you say quietly, unable to conceal the hurt in your voice. “His loyalties are to them.”

Yeji doesn’t look at you with pity, but with sympathy. You’re grateful for the distinction. Pity makes you feel worthless, but sympathy makes you feel… heard. Understood. Not something you’re used to experiencing, but it’s still a nice feeling to have.

“Well,” Yeji checks her phone, standing up to leave. “It looks like we’re just about out of time. We’d best be getting downstairs.”

You get up as well, tugging your clothes back into place. “So, you’ll help me change his mind?”

“I must remain impartial, in order to reach a satisfactory conclusion for both parties.” She gives you a look while organizing her papers and clipping them into her briefcase. “But I’ll do what I can to negotiate you out of this so-called vacation,” she says, her voice fueled with that same resolve that she’d shown you whenever she’d been fixated on getting you something that you requested.

“Yeji.” You hesitate, then walk over and take a hold of her arm. “Just please… don’t go easy on him.” You ask, giving her a meaningful look.

She pauses and looks at you for a moment, then finally lets out a sigh with a brief flutter of her eyes. Her job isn’t easy, but then again, neither is yours.

“Alright,” Her voice is reluctant, but resolute. She gives you a brief smile with a touch of fondness, and opens the door for you. “I’ll give him hell.”

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You wind and unwind the drawstring of your hoodie around your finger as Yeji organizes her paperwork. The tension in the air is palpable. Namjoon sits across from you both, now dressed for the day in business casual, a white t-shirt under a blazer and slacks. He must have an interview or a photoshoot today.

Your mind wanders briefly to what he usually does when he has a schedule, asks you for a quick blowjob before he leaves. You think of that warm smile he gives you after you swallow his cum, and the tenderness of his lips as he kisses your cheek before he heads out the door.

Lewd domesticity is how he phrased the kink during his interview.

“So, Mr. Kim Namjoon,” Yeji begins, snapping you out of your memories, her voice crisp in the otherwise silent room. She’s speaking in Korean again, to more clearly communicate with him. “You and my client are in a disagreement with regards to her services, is that correct?”

Namjoon frowns. “Not exactly. We just had a… simple misunderstanding this morning.”

Yeji gives him a thin smile. “Well, she called me here, which must mean that she feels the need for professional support concerning this issue,” she continues swiftly. “There are no laws governing Physical Companions, Mr. Kim, because they are not technically legal. A black market business. Therefore, I am the closest thing my client has to legal representation, and I wouldn’t call my lawyer about a ‘simple misunderstanding’, would you?”

Namjoon’s eyes flash with something almost like regret as he glances to you. His mouth opens and closes for a moment, then he briefly shakes his head, his gaze returning to Yeji. “No, I-I wouldn’t.”

“Right.” Yeji raps her collection of papers on the oak tabletop to align them, barely giving Namjoon a glance as she begins flicking through the stack. “Now, then. My client has told me that you wish to put her on suspension, is that correct?”

Namjoon winces. “I wouldn’t say that, uh, Ms. Choi,” he says, wringing his hands together. He looks nervous, his eyes flickering from you to Yeji, and back again. “Does our PhysCom need to be present for this meeting?” He asks her, flashing a smile that would be charming and amiable, if he didn’t look so tense.

Yeji meets his gaze unflinchingly. “Yes.”

“I… um, alright.” He purses his lips with a nod.

It’s weird. In all the time you’ve known him, Namjoon has always been unfazed and collected when it comes to business. You’ve never seen him look so flustered before. Since he’s putting you in this position, it’s satisfying, in a twisted sort of way, to see him uncomfortable.

He clears his throat. “In any case, myself and my members just wanted to give her a break. Simply extend her vacation time.”

Yeji looks to you, her expression almost bored. “Do you want a vacation?”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t.” You throw a glare at Namjoon before returning your gaze to the houseplant on your left, inspecting each leaf as you try to stay calm. You know if you look for too long at him, you’ll start getting worked up again. Your anger and resentment is still there, bubbling just below the surface. You hope he knows how much he hurt you.

Yeji turns back to him, inclining her head, her tone that of explaining something simple to someone who should know better. “It is against her will, so it’s considered a suspension, Mr. Kim.” She slips her glasses on, reading over the fine print on the paperwork. “My client is given two days off each month, is that correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Namjoon says. “One day off, every two weeks.”

Yeji raises an eyebrow. “Yet, you wish to suspend her for an entire week. That’s over three months worth of her regular vacation time. I must say, this appears to be much more than a simple extension, as you put it. I wonder why that would be?” She flips a page, skimming the words casually. “It says here that she’s received nothing but glowing reviews from all of you since she was hired six months ago.”

Namjoon shifts uncomfortably. You can tell that he’s trying to keep up his shields, but Yeji is a formidable foe with which to spar, able to find the smallest opening in an opponent’s armor and pierce through with the speed of a rapier.

“No particular reason.” Namjoon seems to settle on the answer after calculating his words.

“No reason?” Yeji’s eyes widen in mock surprise. “Mr. Kim,” She sets her papers on the table, looking at him expectantly. “I’m afraid I can’t allow this discussion to go any further unless you have a good reason for putting my client, your Primary PhysCom I might add, on suspension for an entire week.” She shakes her head with a mild shrug of indifference.

Namjoon tugs at the cuffs of his jacket. "Well, I think we can-"

Yeji interrupts him, her words slow and purposeful. “I think… it would reflect very poorly on you as a leader to make such drastic decisions,” Here, she gives a very brief smile that could be mistaken for politeness, if there was any warmth left in her eyes. “... for ‘no particular reason’. Don’t you agree, Mr. Kim?”

Damn. Hit him where it hurts, Yeji.

Namjoon’s mouth grows slack, his expression dumbfounded. You bite back a smile, eternally grateful for being assigned such a kickass handler. You make a note to request a bonus for her next paycheck.

But now Namjoon’s face has grown dark. His fingers are tented together, and he seems lost in a silent debate within his own mind. “I didn’t want to do this…” he mutters so quietly, you almost can’t make out the words.

He inhales sharply and sits up a little straighter, his composure regained. “Ms. Choi,” he begins. “I must admit, we do have some concerns about her performance.”

Your heart drops like a stone.

“Oh?” Yeji doesn’t look up at him, but starts scribbling on one of her papers. “What might those be?”

“We believe that she’s overworked, since, as you pointed out, she is our only Primary,” he explains in almost a monotone. “Her behavior has been emotional and unpredictable lately.”

At this, your gaze snaps to him, shocked. Why the fuck would he say that?

He looks down to the floor, as though ashamed, as he continues. “She’s kissed two of our members since yesterday, which is not on her list of services. She broke down crying last night during dinner. When we went to use another PhysCom, she had a meltdown. Started screaming at us.”

Your body feels numb and on fire all at once.

"We're concerned about her professionalism."

That motherfucker.

You leap to your feet, your body moving before you can think. Yeji pulls you back from physically assaulting him, but you strain against her grip like a wild animal. “You bastard!” You spit out the insult, hair falling in your face and venom in your voice, still huffing out ragged breaths as Yeji patiently calms you back into your seat.

Your hands clench so hard you dig marks into your palms. You’re shaking with unbridled rage at his betrayal. You didn't think it was possible to be so angry. Of all people, Namjoon knows exactly how dedicated you are to your work, even when you’re exhausted, how closely you stick to your professional boundaries, even when it hurts, how tirelessly you work to please all seven of them, even if it means being used over and over again without a moment to breathe. You’ve always given everything to your job.

Now he wants to turn around and say that you’ve been fucking slacking?

“You see what I mean,” Namjoon states calmly, though there’s something wavering in his eyes that doesn’t quite match the rest of his confident demeanor. He tries to meet your gaze, tries to get you to look at him, but you refuse, twisting your head away from him before you get yourself charged with murder on top of everything else.

Maybe it would be best for you to get fired. You’d rather live on the streets than be treated like this. Tears prick at your eyes but you blink them away. You refuse to cry in front of him. You won’t give him any more ammunition to use against you.

Yeji looks between you and Namjoon, her lips forming a thin line. “Kim Namjoon,” she addresses him, her voice cold. “Do you wish for my client to remain in this house?”

Namjoon seems surprised at the question, his eyebrows lifting. “Yes, of course.”

“Then, I think a recess is in order.” She stands up and brushes off some invisible lint from her skirt.

You stand up to join her, but she holds out a hand. “No. You two need to talk this out,” she says to you, then looks to Namjoon, staring him down. “I suggest you remember why we’re here, Mr. Kim.” After a moment of silence, she walks to the door. “I’ll be back in ten.”

With that, Yeji exits, and the two of you are left alone.

You cross your arms protectively around yourself, adamantly refusing to look at him. The silence stretches between you.

“Sweetheart-” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you seethe. Proprieties be damned, you’ve had enough. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, you fucking asshole. I have given everything for you and your members, okay? Don’t you fucking dare sit there and tell lies about me, to my face!” You shout, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You know if you keep talking your rage will melt into tears, and you cannot afford to cry in front of him. You simply won’t allow it.

“I know, I know,” Namjoon’s assurance overlaps the end of your sentence. He sighs. Waits a beat.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah! You’d better be.” You still don’t meet his eyes, the betrayal and confusion is just too much. On top of all that, you’ve never lashed out in anger at any of them like this. You still don’t regret shouting at him, but your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest in fear of repercussions. Did you make the situation worse? Is that even possible at this point?

“Look.” His voice is tentative, a little afraid. “I really am sorry, I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Then why the fuck did you say it?” You counter sharply.

“Because!” Now it’s his turn to shout, though he seems to regain himself much more quickly than you. “Because... I don’t know if that woman can be trusted,” he reiterates quietly, as if afraid she might hear him through the door.

Wait, what?

“Yeji?” You squint in utter disbelief. “Of course she can be trusted, what the fuck are you-”

“Not with this.” He sighs again, rakes a hand through his hair. “Listen, you have to trust me.”

You bark a laugh. “Trust you?”

He shakes his head, stopping your objections before you can list them. “This is serious. This is… bigger than either of us.”

His voice is the only thing that gives you pause. Just for a moment. He sounds… desperate. Scared.

You slowly look over to him, and his expression confirms your suspicions. Namjoon is fearful about something, his eyes wide with worry, his hair mussed from being tugged between his fingers. He looks completely different from before, and it has you reluctantly curious.

“What do you mean?” You let him keep talking, though you’re still taking his words with a grain of salt.

“I was… working on something. A better arrangement,” He begins, his eyes reaching out to you, then darting nervously around the room, as if he’s letting you in on his greatest secrets. “But I stumbled onto something bigger. I just… I need you to take some time off for right now, and I need you to trust me that it’s for the best.”

You level your gaze at him, silently weighing your options. He’s being awfully vague.

“What does my time off have to do with anything?” You ask, your suspicion coloring your tone.

“It’s necessary to test my theory properly. If I’m right, then...” He trails off, and you garner that his success would bring about something monumental.

You stare at him. You want to take his words as truth, but he completely undermined you in front of your handler. You can’t let him off the hook so easily. “How can I believe anything you say anymore? You just blew any trust I had in you.”

“I know,” he says, hanging his head. He chews on his lip, then takes a deep breath. “That’s why I’m willing to offer some… collateral.”

He reaches into his pocket and withdraws something small and shiny. “This.” He holds out the object to you, dangling from a short metal chain. “It’s the key to my studio.” His gaze bores into yours as you tentatively reach forward to take it. “The only key,” he adds gravely.

You examine the silver peace offering, and your eyes widen at the implications of such a gesture. His whole life is in that studio. All of his art, his collections, not to mention his computer. His music. His career.

It’s all sitting in the palm of your hand.

He reaches across the table and closes your hand around the key. “You can keep it until I’ve earned your trust again. Okay?” He gives you a brief, dimpled smile, as if to assure you, though sadness and worry still swim behind his eyes.

“Now, sweetheart. Please. I beg of you.” He takes your hand in both of his own, his worried eyes imploring you to trust him. “Please, will you take this vacation?”

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 3 years

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ellie livewatches the night manager ep. 2

forgot to mention, but this intro is bussin’

drugs? (with a rolled r)

ah shit, we’ve got a bad relationship with a parent

DAMN-

well thats just a bit rude

girlie you need therapy

omg the little boy from wonder...JACK WILL, thats who he played

god she’s tall

ooh, i’ve never made paella before, nor tried it

my brother got to drive a boat once lol. that was the first time i ever saw dolphins

ah yes, rich people shit

thats a nice lil table

you see, i’ve tried veal, (deer) in sausage form and it A. tasted weird and B. was dryas fuck. i’ll have it again, but maybe like with rice, mixed in, like i sometimes do with ground beef. it was very lean lol.

DONT GIVE THE CHILD ALCOHOL-

i mean.....he’s gulping that shit my lord

remember kids, always make sure you’ve got some water on hand, as well as food in your stomach before drinking xx (or so i’ve heard)

hehe, STOP

ooh, i do adore mr. groff’s laugh though

awwwwwww. this is a very cute moment.

w-was she a little kiddie?

like, not 5 years old, but like a MINOR, um..hmm

oh shit

BACK OFF, BITCH YOU HAVE A CHILD IN YOUR ARM WITH A GUN CLOSE TO HIS HEAD, FUCK OFF

RUN GODDAM IT, RUN AFTER THEM

i’ll be damned if i dont run after MY kid, or someone in my family if they’ve been kidnapped.

also, this may not be EVERY KID.

but i’d be looking for weapons left and right to hurt this person, straight up. any type of exits, im looking for them. all of that.

poor baby

oh, we’re going back this time.

some backstory ehhehehehe

ah, attached memories i see

this is worrying, just a bit. my god.

JUST LIKE THAT.

i feel like he could’ve done that a bit better.

cameras???

yo why tf didn’t he day “who is it?” before opening the damn door.

i want a tea n’ biscuit too goddamn

um.........i dont know if i could do this, personally. i really couldnt. maybe im too sensitive for it lol.

jesus christ, another murder

ugh yes, he can ride motorcycles. hells yeah

THE SHADES

well thats a bit of a rude shock

thats even worse goddamn

IM SCARED

HE WAS SO SMOOTH WITH IT

GOTDAMN-

ewwww more roper

look at him go

in case yall didnt know, im VERY anti-capitalist, anti-capitalism, all that shit

this dude is just grossing me out

i miss being on my bike lol

yayyy he can cook

RIP to her at that point

i take it back.

welp.

no, actually, rip to her.

i love watching people’s eyes dilate. one of the things that i really enjoy learning about is genetics, and how different traits come about. it’s one of my favorite things. he’s got such pretty eyes too, it makes this all the better.

DAMN, PUT A PASSWORD ON YOUR PHONE

whomst the fuck was that

AYYY SHE MADE IT

he did a good pitch, if i say so myself.

ooh, a history between the two

OOOH PLOT........IT THICKENS BESTIES

thats a fair reason

i know his ass is scared

that reminded me of the one scene in family guy where stewie beats brian’s ass for not having his money. im talking blood and broken glass fighting, mind you.

UH OH

im scared

W H A T

god i hate this

OOH SHIT

i have never seen this man be this upset dear lord-

im scared of him

oh no-

wheres the body?? who’s body was it?

well fahk me innit

PERIODTTTTTT

STAY STRAPPED BITCHESSSS

damn....das hot

THIS WAS PLANNED

oh, not the pot

NOT THE FACE

..........oh lord

god, how long has he been there, and how long did it take them to get there?

im not a medical professional, but ehhh that blood looks fairly clotted, like...kinda.

idk.

damn he’s in rough shape

GET THE KID AWAY FROM THE SCENE

corky my beloved

bro wtf, this is SO TERRIFYING

woahhhh, he looks fucked up

wonderful hair, even with a fucked up face

this is such a beautiful shot, my lord.

that ambulance cut too close to the curve for me lol

u cant call dead people, ms. jed

danny ur father was right for asking you to thank the person who saved your life, HOWEVER, i do hate your dad.

awwww!! yes, i would love to hear about squids.

giving me captain james conrad vibes with the shirt color

yeah, corky’s cool (for the time being)

i like the name mordecai

speaking of which, i DID, in fact, have a crush on mordecai from regular show

i dont think smoking would be good for the cracked ribs

ah, so corky is figuring shit out

he does have nice ankles.

i dont know if he would be any good at running with CRACKED RIBS.

i would be milking everything i could if i was in his position.

he looks more upset than anything.

um.....ew

mr. frisky, i think you need some therapy for that.

get them pics.

thee river house

okay sir, shut the fuck up before i punch you through the damn screen.

angela burr my beloved.

YAYYYY. he got a lobster!! im proud of him

bruh, sit in the chair, not on this man’s thigh hairs

watch him sleep through all of tomorrow

me pretending to sleep when my mama checks in on me:

THE LOOK-

ONTO EPISODE THREEE-!

#that fresh hotel smell pt. 2 #more spoilers

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #338

“i can’t decide if you’re wearing me out, or wearing me well”

Are you a fan of techno? I've gotten more into it lately, actually. I've never minded it. Who’s your favorite horror movie villain/monster? Pyramid Head, though he's called Red Pyramid Thing in the movies. Do you have a favorite muscle car? Nah. I'm not big into cars. What would be a total deal-breaker for you, relationship-wise? You so much as lift your hand at me, bye, motherfucker. Would you consider yourself to be accepting of others? Yes, but not as much as I used to be. There are certain opinions I just don't tolerate in people anymore; I feel like by staying associated with people whose views invalidate or in any way harm others (racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.), you're on the side of evil as well, even if indirectly. However, I genuinely do feel I have a wide range of viewpoints I'm willing to accept in others, even if I don't agree with them. Are you flirtatious? No. I think I'm only capable of flirting with someone I'm already with and very comfortable around. I'd feel way too shy and awkward otherwise. Have you ever just felt "drawn" to someone, but you didn’t know why? "Didn't know why," no. I've felt drawn to people with good reason, like if I was romantically interested in them. Is there anyone you currently want to reach out to? There's a number, honestly. Especially with the aid of therapy, I'm being motivated to strengthen bonds with old friends and/or acquaintances via Facebook. Freddy or Jason? I think Jason is scarier. Freddy tends to come across as cheesy for me. Have stickers or gems on your cell phone? Nah. Ever teased your hair? Bitch I damn well tried in high school because I wanted the ~ l e g i t ~ emo hair, but mine was just too heavy to hold, at least with the hairspray my sister had. Have any friends with benefits? Nah, that's never been my thing. Ever lost of bunch of valuable information? Ummm I don't believe so. I've lost massive RP posts before, but I can't really call those "valuable information." What drinks or food make you hyper? None, really. Most expensive thing you ever bought? With my own money, my snake. She's a champagne morph ball python. What type of toothpaste do you use? Crest. How much time to spend putting on makeup daily? Zero. When listening to a song, what do you listen for (lyrics, bass, beat, ect)? The beat, more than anything else. What is the color of your toothbrush? It's a white electric one. What is your favorite color(s) of eye-makeup? Black. Just black. Are you sexually active? I'm not. Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Are you attracted to several guys atm? I'm actually not attracted to any guys in my personal life atm. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Do you have an older sister? Excluding the one I don't know, I have three older sisters. Favorite song by Owl City? Probably "Hot Air Balloon," but I don't know many at all. What color is your mum’s car? White. Do you truly understand the (LDS) Mormon religion? I don't know what "LDS" means, but as my former best friend developed into a Mormon, I learned some stuff from her in her self-discovery. I don't remember a lot of it, not that I knew all that much in the first place. Where do you keep your kitty litter box? Ugh, Mom's unmovable about it being in my fucking room for some reason. And we have an extra goddamn room no one uses yet. Roman's shit STINKS, like we think something might actually be wrong, but nope, it has to stay in here. e_e It would literally inconvenience nobody if we moved it in the spare room. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? MUCH lighter. He's very tan. Do you like apricots? No. Solid soap bar or liquid body wash? 100% body wash. Bar soap slips so easily, and as someone who lives with another person, I'm not rubbing my body with the same bar my mother uses, no offense to her. Sharing it's just gross. Where do you live (country or state)? Shitty 'ole North Carolina. Do you use plastic, wooden, or wire hangers? I think we have a mix of them, actually. What is your favorite shade of yellow? I only like pastel yellow. Otherwise, it's one of my least favorite colors. Are there any shades of blue that you don’t like? If so, which ones? Ehhh not really. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? God, can I please have a stable career by then. Who has the best decorated house in your town? I don't know. We live in a cul de sac community thing where it's just houses next to houses, so there's a lot to choose from. I don't pay attention to them. What is your favorite part of Halloween? The decorations. Do you feel a connection to the moon? "As above, so below," as the saying goes. What does your heart long for? Peace and contentness with myself. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? Last year, I didn't. I do want to this year, though, if I can just think of a really good idea. I have to be motivated. What are some fall activities you would do with your kids? I'm not having kids, but I'll follow along, hypothetically. With how much joy Halloween brought me as a kid, I'd want to do SO much as a family with them. Homemade decorations, carving or painting pumpkins together, and hell yeah I'd be taking them trick-or-treating once I felt they were ready and they wanted to. I'd be one of those parents that probably spends too much on whatever costumes they want, haha... Oh, and then besides Halloween, I'd certainly rake leaf piles together for them to jump and play in. This question has brought to mind like ONE thing I could enjoy as a parent, haha. Have you ever seen a fox? I have; besides in a zoo setting, I've seen one or two in the wild run out of sight, and I also found one poor fellow as roadkill that had been disemboweled by I'm assuming vultures. With my whole roadkill photography thing, I literally almost kneeled into a strand of intestines I didn't see at first. :x What color are the squirrels where you live? We only have brown ones. Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? lol no What do the trees look like where you live? Lots, and lots, and LOTS of pine trees... There are others, but I'm not well-informed on tree species and such. Oh, then of course there are dogwoods (our "state tree"), which are unmistakable because they smell like fucking manure. What is your dream vacation? Maybe the mountains on the western side of NC during the fall... ugh, that would be breathtaking. We actually have an abandoned The Wizard of Oz-themed park around there that allows tours at certain times of the year, and I'd love to visit and photograph there. As well, western NC has the zoo, which would be spectacular to visit with autumn weather and, once again, load up on photos. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? I LOVED field trips. Do you find museums boring or interesting? Very interesting! Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? No. I'm not patriotic enough at all for that. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? Historically, larger doses of Klonopin can knock me the fuck out. Do you like bath bombs? Never used one, because I don't do baths. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? I'm going to guesstimate you mean less than 1M subs as "small," because I really don't know what you consider to fit that description. I watch a lot of people with less than 1M, so it's hard to say, but lately it's probably been a let's player John Wolfe. He's really funny. Then there's some tarantula YouTubers, along with the animal educator Emzotic... and really just many others. I think most of the people I watch actually have sub-1M, but more than 500k. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? Markiplier is absolutely, positively #1. I also really enjoy Snake Discovery, GameGrumps, Jeffree Star (don't judge me ok, he's a fuckin hoot), and while I haven't watched them in years, Good Mythical Morning will ALWAYS be deeply, deeeeply embedded in my heart. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Ummm probably the Spice Girls? Have you ever used an outhouse? Ugh, yes, at old childhood sports games. What was the last good cause you donated towards? When I cut off like 8+ inches of hair to accomplish the style I have now, I donated it to Children With Hair Loss. My hair has always been mega-thick and healthy, so why in the world waste it? One of my most cherished items is the certificate I got in return many months later that my donation had been used. Have any of your exes gotten married or had kids since your breakup? I haven't had contact with Juan in many years, don't know what Tyler's up to either, and I haven't spoken to Jason since 2017, so. I'm very doubtful he's married or has kids yet, though, just knowing him and how "I need to be fully prepared for this" he is with big life stuff like that. Does it bother you when people get super emotional? Not at all. I'll do my all to comfort them. Have you ever worked in a restaurant? No. Do you get a lot of thunderstorms where you live? Depends on the time of year. Summertime? Brief but super intense thunderstorms every late afternoon. What was the last drive-thru you went through? Taco Bell w/ Mom. Do you know anyone who claims they can see/feel spirits or other supernatural ‘things?’ No. Do either of your parents have a mental illness? My mom has depression, and Mom is also convinced Dad has either depression masked as anger and/or bipolarity, but following the divorce, I don't see it in him at all. He's never seen a doctor in that field to be diagnosed with any mental illness. What fun things are there to do where you live? Jackshit. Do you know anyone with a really poorly-trained dog? Mother of fucking god, yes. My little sister lives with her best friend, and said friend has a colossal black lab named Hudson that is absolutely uncontrollable because she neglects the shit out of him. Won't listen to you even if it saved his life. He jumps on you, barks endlessly, and if he escapes the house? Good fucking luck getting him inside. She has absolutely no right to own a dog with how shitty of an owner she honestly is. When you were growing up, did your family rent or own your home? They owned it. The idiots who were moving in after us accidentally burnt the place to a fucking crisp, and my parents were SO not happy to lose that house because people were dumb enough to place boxes atop the goddamn stove. Do you do meal-prepping? No. Do you know anyone who got preggo less than a year into their relationship? Multiple people, not that that's my business. What did you dream about last night? I don't remember it clearly, other than I was with Jason and his mother was also present. What's the biggest age difference you've ever had in a relationship? That would have been with Juan, but I don't remember exactly how old he was. I just know I was a freshman and him a senior that got held back a year or so in HS. If you could save one animal from ever becoming extinct, what animal would you pick? Probably bees, given how vital they are. Name the coolest thing about one of your grandparents. My maternal grandmother worked at Disney World. I can't remember what her position was, though. Do you ever eat peanut butter straight from the jar? If I want a healthy snack, sometimes I'll have a scoop. Do you prefer your clothes loose or close fitting? They need to be loose. Favorite thing you’ve ever painted? This big painting of meerkats grooming on burlap I did in high school. Do you always wear a bra? I question the self-love of anyone who can sleep with a bra on. ;__; Do you normally finish one book before starting another? Oh yes, I can't read more than one at a time. Do you prefer reading books, comic books, manga/graphic novels, magazines, or the newspaper? The normal book. Do you know how to play chess? I don't. Are you watching anything? No, but I do have Manson's "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge" on in another tab. What is your blood type? A-. Has anyone ever borrowed something from you and never returned it? Yes. Do you twitch when you're falling asleep? Dude, I more than "twitch." I can just suddenly spaz out and look like I'm seizing for a moment. Another side effect of my nightmare suppressant medication. Are any of your pets “overweight”? No. Has anyone ever bought you a ring? My mom has bought me a few, and Jason gave me one for one of our anniversaries. Where was the last place you took a bath/shower, other than your own house? My sister's place. What first attracted you to the last person you kissed? Just how unique and happy that way she is. And her pretty much undying loyalty. Has someone ever taken a pic of you while you were making out with someone? No, considering I wouldn't go that far with someone unless we were alone. Had a crush on someone you thought shared your sexuality, turns out didn’t? Yes. What’s your favorite color to wear? Black. Does it gross you out if a guy has hair on his chest? I personally don't find an excess of it attractive, but it doesn't "gross me out." If they bathe themselves just like everyone else, why should it? Do you think sexuality is a choice or not? It is absolutely not a choice. If it was, I'd assume most people would choose to be straight, given phobias, hatecrimes, etc... I could write an essay on this. Do you like industrial piercings? Yeah. Do you think stretched ears are disgusting? "Disgusting" is, once again, the wrong word. Gauges don't really gross me out - hell, I want tiny ones -, but they can reach a size that, to me, is not visually appealing. Did you watch animated Barbie movies when you were little? I do remember loving Princess and the Pauper as well as the Rapunzel one; my sister was addicted to them. Oh yeah! Then there was the Swan Lake one that she adored, too. We usually watched movies together. Do you like fruit in your cereal? Big No. Do you like raw vegetables? Ugh, no. Do you listen to A Day to Remember? I do! They're on my list of faves. Do you like funnel cake? I actually don't. Have you ever been with someone while they were getting a tattoo? Yuh.

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