#it's like two completely different musicals!!!
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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (4)
ten years of being one and the same with jungkook as the country's it couple is the perfect disguise for the reality of a tumultuous relationship hidden behind the scenes.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a party at the notorious hotel azure, the hot-spot for the top names of south korea's entertainment industry, goes awry. in front of everyone, your relationship reaches it's breaking point - except, it doesn't.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: idol!jungkook/female idol!reader and fictional versions of various idols
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. idol au, on-and-off relationship, angst, i swear there's fluff, fake dating, and themes of first love, growing up, struggles with fame, and marriage (ish)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. portrayal of a toxic couple (implications of emotional abuse and control), both main characters are very flawed, violence, infidelity, foul language, substance use (illegal drugs)
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. based off of "you're losing me" by taylor swift. this is a fictional portrayal of real-life people that implement some aspects of real-life events. extra warning for heavy substance abuse in this chapter - the usage of this is not meant to be glamourized in any way. i don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, so please note the underlying commentary on idol life and substance use. as someone who has been diagnosed with substance use disorder, i encourage learning about its complexities and ending stigma around it. there is also a quick note at the end of the chapter regarding its ending.
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you might just have dealt the final blow
stop, you’re losin’ me
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two years made a night and day difference in your relationship. after the highs and lows that brought several short-term breakups, 2018 was supposed to be your and jungkook’s year. it was a fresh start and the turn of your early twenties was the world at your fingertips. young, beautiful and wealthy - it was a dream for any idol in south korea.
a fresh start wasn’t always easy when skeletons lurked in your closet, though. watching your boyfriend pace back and forth in his kitchen, a glass of whiskey on the rocks at hand, jungkook looked completely different. you weren’t sure if you’d finally snapped out of the daze that framed him as a teenager, bursting with energy, but things hadn’t been the same in a long time.
“yeah, y/n is coming with me,” you heard him say, your ears perking up at the sound of your name. it was hard to read his tone, but something told you that the person on the other end was surprised at his statement.
he finally noticed that you walked into the room, having finished slipping on your coat. jungkook sighed, tilting back the last of his drink and telling the person on the phone that he had to go. his furrowed eyebrows were telling enough that he was annoyed with you.
“what? i only took an hour,” you said, walking over from the doorway of his bathroom.
jungkook rolled his eyes. “an hour after the party started. let’s get going, the boys said they’re waiting for us,” he complained. “you’re the one who insisted on coming with me, anyway.”
at that, you didn’t say anything because you knew it would only escalate into an argument. jungkook had been recently accusing you of being overly controlling when it came to hanging out with his friends, which led to an invite to tonight’s party to be extended to you, as well.
however, parties at places like hotel azure were now a routine for you and jungkook, which was one of the only things that was constant against change in the past two years. with fame came notoriety and after clawing your way up the social ladder amongst the country’s musical elite, invitations to galas and lounges and the vip section of the club came left and right. everyone now knew you as one of the idol power couples behind the curtain and your respective presences were expected at events.
a molasses-like tension sat in the air when it came to this. although you and jungkook were known as one, it wasn’t easy to ignore jungkook’s individual stardom that garnered mass attention. his biggest supporter, you loved this for him - until you didn’t. he would jet off to tokyo and shanghai to party with a-listers and meet new people everywhere he went. he was rising before your very eyes and you couldn’t help but feel left behind.
“did you not tell them we got back together?” you suddenly asked, trailing out the front door with an impatient jungkook.
he only shrugged. it was hard to keep up when you and jungkook had taken several sporadic “breaks” over the last year. as a couple, you showed your best and smiled in front of everyone. however, your friends were the ones who would witness arguments in the corner of the room or furious frenzies of text arguments whilst working.
it was hard to manage a relationship that was akin to a fire - passionate, but ready to set ablaze at all times.
you weren’t sure how you and jungkook got to this point. you were no longer kids who only had each other. it could’ve been so many things - age, fame, money. there were other underlying issues that came with all these things. after all, by the time you were sat in the car, the first flask was already finished between you and him.
the drive to hotel azure was a blur and before you knew it, you were taking shots with kim yoojung and suzy in the penthouse suite. jungkook had walked away with his friends upon entering the party and it was already a lost idea to find him. you exchanged few words on the way to the venue, as he seemed to still be frustrated with you for a variety of reasons.
besides, it was a jackson wang party. the suite was filled to the brim with the who’s who of the entertainment industry, all mingling and dancing in an exalted existence that only celebrities enjoyed. others were outside at the rooftop pool, basking in the first of the year’s warm air. there were too many things going on at once.
the only warmth you were concerned with was the hot sensation spreading throughout your body from hennessy. “how’s the filming of your new show?” you asked suzy, who was now flushed from the round of drinks.
“exhausting. how’s the recording of your new album?” she sighed.
“exhausting.”
a murmur of agreement ensued. that was why everyone was gathering - an escape from the fastlane of their lives. the industry was draining and every forced smile for the cameras only weighed heavier on someone.
“that nct member your boyfriend is friends with was passing out xans,” warned yoojung, poking your side.
a year ago, you would have made a scene. now jaded and long given up on trying to knock some sense into him, you peeked over yoojung’s shoulder to check out the hallway ahead. turning back to the other two women, you already made up your mind.
“the bathroom over there is free,” was all you had to say and with you swiping your clutch off the counter, they knew what you were thinking. they knew what was in its contents.
you had to - it was a jackson wang party. ironically, you were never able to recall actually seeing jackson at his parties. really, you weren’t able to recall much in general the day after for certain reasons and tomorrow was looking no different when you busted out of the bathroom minutes later, giggling and brushing off your clothes. at the very least, you knew that you weren’t looking out of place, especially if what yoojung said was true. everyone in the room could afford the best to use, so why wouldn’t they?
“we should go to the pool!”
it didn’t take much convincing for you to be dragged outside, as the high was settling in and you suddenly became a social butterfly. the three of you arrived poolside, where you were greeted by more of your peers. you wouldn’t call them your friends.
the exception was jimin, who you were surprised to see. he was very amicable and well-liked amongst social circles, but wild parties were never quite his scene. some of jungkook’s group mates had an affinity for nights out, but you and jungkook attended a specific genre of parties that the others didn’t vibe with on the regular.
you smiled a little too wide. “jimin!”
the group you approached sat poolside on a couch, as jimin scooted over to make room for. you barely fit, but he made sure to make it work for one of his best friends’ girlfriend. stumbling a bit when you squeezed past others’ knees, he offered his arm to help steady you.
“hey, y/n. jungkook went somewhere else?” he asked slowly, examining your face.
jimin had a beer in his hand and appeared significantly more sober than the other partygoers, who were now immersed back into their previous conversation after your arrival. suzy and yoojung were laughing with the others, probably now too high and drunk to even remember that they walked over with you. meanwhile, jimin had his jacket on, as if he was right about to leave until you came outside. his mind was changed when he saw how wasted you were.
you looked around, hoping the fresh air would help you focus. “mmm, yeah. think he’s with jaehyun.”
it didn’t. it also felt like hours since you last spotted your boyfriend, but you were having fun. however, that wasn’t what jimin was concerned about.
“you’re doing okay?” jimin questioned, a frown tugging at his lips.
if it wasn’t someone like jimin who knew you well, it wouldn’t be so obvious that you were now quite inebriated. your giggles were a little too loud and you would never stumble in high heels sober.
when you didn’t answer, jimin finished the last of his drink and set it on the table in front of you before standing up. there was a glint of worry in his eyes.
he said, “stay right there. i’m going to get you some water and find jungkook.”
truthfully, you didn’t want him to locate your boyfriend, but jimin was already off. you huffed some hair out of your face. you didn’t think you were in that bad of a shape.
now that there was room on the couch, you were able to move over. when jimin left, you noticed that the girl next to you was watching the interaction the entire time. she was young and the doe-like expression on her face read that this was her first time at hotel azure. she was dressed to the nines and carried herself with energy.
“hi, you’re nova!” it was more of an exclaimation than a question, when she smiled at you.
your mood dampened at this. you did not have time to be entertaining whatever lucky rookie idol she was, probably scoring a luky invite. you also despised being called your stage name when you weren’t in front of a camera or fans. however, you put on your best plastered on smile.
“hi. you are?” you asked, wanting to try to be polite.
she ignored it. “wow, so it’s true then?” she asked. “you’re dating jungkook! and you were just talking to jimin, you must be so close with all of bts!”
it was like an immediate headache onset, as you tried not to wince at her nearly screaming into your ear. the music was loud, but not that loud. at least she acknowledged you first, some people often went all in by just talking about jungkook. you would have engaged in actual conversation with her if she didn’t ignore your first attempt.
“y/n, try this!”
a red solo cup was pushed in front of your face and you didn’t think twice about taking a sip. anything to not hear the girl drone on about your boyfriend. it was sour and medicinal at the same time, causing you to make a face. the actor who passed it to you chuckled, as you gave it back.
you coughed. “that was disgusting.”
for some reason, the smell of the drink alone made your head hurt. you mumbled an ‘excuse me’ at the young idol, who was still talking about bts the entire time that interaction with the drink happened, and got up. your legs were weak.
for a while, you were walking around with no purpose, observing those around you blankly. when the drinks and the drugs and the desire to fit in faded away, it was boring.
you wondered if you actually liked being at these parties or if you were there just because. the “just because” could have been anything - just because it was expected by your circle, just because it was the only way to let out steam from the demands of your job. maybe even. . .just because of jungkook.
“looking for your boyfriend?”
at some point, you wandered over to the shadowy corner of the rooftop, where someone was smoking a joint. you tried your best to recall his name, as you’d just been on a variety show with him, but the best you could do was remember that he was a member of winner. you winced at yet another mention of jungkook, but ignored it again.
he held the joint out as an offer and you accepted without hesitation, letting the smoke fill your insides. it was easy to ignore the burn in your throat when you’d already been putting random substances into your body since the night began.
“not really,” you admitted, though you did scan the crowd when you did.
he cocked an eyebrow. “oh? aren’t you two always hand in hand at these things?” he made a gesture, referring to the party as a whole.
a year or two ago, you would have spent the entire party on jungkook’s lap and exclusively mingled and drank from that same spot. as time went on and jungkook began attending parties and clubs without you, it was a growing occurrence that you began doing your own thing when you appeared with him.
“dunno,” was all you could say, not wanting to talk more about it.
it appeared that he got the hint, dropping the subject of jungkook. instead, he failed to hide the once over he made of your appearance and you fought a shiver. you felt like you were naked under his stare, as your skin-tight maxi dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. you never felt unsafe to wear what you wanted on a night out - albeit, your boyfriend was usually with you.
“you cold? want my jacket, sweetie?” he asked, sugar lacing every one of his words.
that’s when you became alert, despite your body’s lack of sobriety working against you. he had taken a half-step towards you and you instantly stepped backwards. you’d never been so uncomfortable, but it was a struggle to steady yourself.
you mustered up some solidity in your voice. “no. you can back up now,” you said, handing the joint back to him. “thanks.”
he didn’t get the hint. “then, do you wanna go inside with me? where’s it’s warmer?”
the smirk on his face sent off alarms in your head, as you continued to walk away, he still remained close to you when you did.
“i said i’m good. you’re getting weird, so back up,” you repeated, eyes darting around to see if anyone would step in.
instead, everyone was still lost in their own worlds. some people were laughing away, trashing the bar on the other end of the rooftop. the people you were with on the couch were taking shots. nobody was noticing the interaction between you and this man.
when he took a firm grip on your arm, you thought you were about to throw up. you noticed that you hadn’t even been walking straight and when you blinked, he was already in front of you. your words couldn’t find themselves when you saw double everywhere you turned. you were fucked and you couldn’t even defend yourself.
then, it happened.
when you jumped at the sound of a sudden impact, you thought that you were the one who fell down. but, there was no pain. there was a round of gasps. there was yelling. there was a body on the ground and it was the man’s.
“are you fucking crazy?! don’t you put your dirty ass hands on her ever again or i’ll kill you with my bare hands, asshole!”
the voice belonged to jungkook. it was the first time you’d seen him all night. he was standing over the man’s body, yelling further profanities at him. you saw red - both on his knuckles and in his bloodshot eyes.
you let out a scream when the man suddenly got to his feet, lunging at jungkook. this was when others ran in, straining to peel their two bodies away from each other.
people stopped to watch, but it was almost dystopian to see that some didn’t even care. they continued taking shots and smoking their joints. it was a daze of glimmer and drugs that only existed in the penthouse suite of hotel azure - where the rich and famous didn’t have time for scuffles.
“jungkook, stop!” you screeched, your voice cracking and tears welling up in your eyes.
it took three people to pull jungkook alone, as others also came to the rescue of the other man. jaehyun and yugyeom each clutched onto one of jungkook’s arms, while bambam stood between the two. it looked like they had all chased jungkook from inside the penthouse, who had slammed the sliding door open.
when jungkook picked up a glass beer bottle in his rage, you almost ran in yourself. he’d swatted jaehyun and yugyeom’s grips away to do so. thankfully, it was jimin who dashed in to swipe the object away from jungkook’s grasp, before the situation escalated to disastrous.
if jimin didn’t wrestle the weapon out of jungkook’s hands, it would have been detrimental beyond saving.
“you piece of shit!” snarled the man, who spat in jungkook’s direction. “your little girlfriend should know how much of a piece of shit you are, too!”
at that, you froze. jungkook only narrowed his eyes at him, as if daring him to continue. the next few moments didn’t seem real. his friends took the opportunity to take hold of him again, now with bambam joining in and trying to talk some sense into him.
“kook, calm down. seriously, you need to just - “
jungkook shot back, ignoring bambam. “you better shut your fucking mouth.” through gritted teeth, he kept urging for jaehyun and yugyeom to let go of him, which they thankfully didn’t.
he only chuckled and your heart dropped when he turned to you. “nah, you must already know he’s a piece of shit. you must be cool with that and with the fact that he’s fucking his backup dancer.”
what he said was loud and clear, but you didn’t even register it. you thought you were dreaming. you didn’t know what to do.
betrayal had a funny effect on people and on you, it was seething fury.
if you were sober, it would have been your turn to lunge at someone. you considered it and decided that it wasn’t a bad idea. taking off your heels and making strides towards the man, nobody expected you to clock the man right in the jaw. he yelped, stumbling backwards from the impact. in your state, you only just realized that you’d actually hit him with one of your shoes.
“that was for me, you creep,” you hissed, as he cussed loudly at his now bloody nose.
you even pondered pushing him into the pool, but decided it wasn’t worth it. the adrenaline in your veins - and whatever other substances were in there - wasn’t enough to distract you from the pit in your stomach from what the man said. something in you didn’t even consider the possibility of it being untrue - your gut told you otherwise.
you stared at jungkook, searching for any rebuttal. however, you knew the look on his face. it was the truth. not once did jungkook even try to dispute the accusation. your anger died down now and you were left feeling like you were floating. this couldn’t be real.
it was now jungkook’s turn to stand frozen. you didn’t have time for this or for him. even his friends were frozen and you didn’t know what emotions were on their faces. shocked, but at what? that he was cheating on you or that he just got exposed? reality was beginning to sink in and the only thing you knew was that you needed to get out of there. you thought you looked like the biggest joke in the world, whether his friends knew about it or not.
“what do you think you’re doing? go after her!”
that was jimin’s voice, horrified that his friend was just passively watching you run out of there. jungkook finally made a sprint for it. you’d pushed past several people and jungkook didn’t catch up to you until you reached the elevator.
your vision was waning and the source could have been either the situation or your body finally giving up on you from what you had consumed all night. you needed to sit down. hurriedly, you jammed the button to close the elevator door, but a hand stuck out to force it open.
jungkook was pleading. “y/n, just one second - “
“no, get away from me.”
“look, let’s talk! please!” he cried, trying to enter the elevator with you.
at this point, you were shoving him away. you didn’t care, you needed him out of your face before you began crying. he wasn’t fighting back at all, letting you continuously push him, but didn’t move an inch.
“you’re scum to me,” you growled, eventually giving up and tripped backwards from your own force.
the elevator closed and for thirteen long floors, it was just you and him in that one space.
“please, let’s communicate - isn’t that what you always wanted for us?” jungkook said and did his best to get you to meet his eyes. “bug, come o -”
the fire in your eyes was nothing like he’d ever seen before from you. “don’t you dare call me that ever again!”
bug was his special name for you, short for lovebug. you used to get upset when he would call you your full name over bug. in that moment, it sickened you to hear it.
everything began clicking in your head. the way he rarely called you when he was on tour. the slow buildup of disinterest in your wellbeing. going to places that he always went to without you. being secretive of what he was doing on his phone. this behaviour multiplied recently and with another world tour for bts lined up, you now knew why.
jungkook was living an entirely different life away from you. you just thought he would never have it in him. not the kind and sweet jungkook you met all those years ago.
you ripped off the tennis bracelet from your wrist, which jungkook had given you for your eighteenth birthday. a look of defeat rested on his face when you hurled it at him, which he didn’t even bother to dodge. he knew he deserved it.
the elevator dinged and you made a beeline for the first door you saw. you weren’t even running, but jungkook dashed to meet you there. you let out a cry of frustration when he stood right in front of you, blocking the entrance.
“move or you’ll regret it.”
he ignored you and you instead side-stepped away, using all your energy to exit through the next door before jungkook could realize. he tried blocking you again, but only caught a bit of your force because you were too fast.
the entire time this was happening, you’d been trying to dial someone, anyone. none of your group mates were answering. you didn’t have any friends that weren’t at the party upstairs. the last resort was your manager, who you were about to call, when jungkook stood in front of you again.
“y/n, please. i’ll get on my knees if i have to,” jungkook begged and you could see that he was fighting tears. “please, i just want to talk.”
however, you could also see that jungkook was far from sober. he was in a worse state than you were. a bruise was to soon form on his jaw and his hair was disheveled. it was the lowest you’d ever seen him.
for a split second, you tried. you wanted to try and see the boy you fell in love with all those years ago. you searched and searched.
“what? i’ve asked you for years to communicate in this relationship and it only becomes important after you cheat on me?”
jungkook knew he was defeated, but he still looked at you with those same pleading eyes. “i know i don’t deserve you - “
“i don’t even recognize you!” you interrupted. “i don’t even know who you are!”
both of you knew that you were right. something went wrong along the way. you were barefoot and exhausted, no longer with light in your eyes. jungkook was pitiful and lost - lost in his fame, in the parties, and from you.
that night at hotel azure should have been the end. the storybook fairytale should have been over. in that moment, you would have even moved as far as you could and ran away from the dread of the life you were living. you gave up that night.
unfortunately, in the craze of the night’s events and the substances swimming in your bodies, both you and jungkook forgot who and where you were.
TOP HEADLINE TODAY: breaking news! dispatch releases exclusive photos of bts’ jungkook and s.iren’s nova, reveals that they are dating
you’d been in the big hit company building countless of times over the years, but would have never imagined yourself sitting in their board room with their most senior executives. to make matters worse, several high-ranking representatives from your company sat in the same room, including your ceo and your own manager. at the head of the table were you and jungkook, both stone-faced and unable to look at each other.
entering the room, you considered yourself all alone. your manager was pissed off at you. your group mates hadn’t spoken to you since the news broke, except for sooah. she only warned you to make sure that nobody knew you were high when it happened. the last thing the group needed was an additional scandal where their main vocalist gets sentenced to prison for possession. and, of course, you now had no boyfriend. there was nobody there for you.
“they’ve been building evidence for a long time now, clearly.”
to make matters more humiliating, the company executives were broadcasting the dispatch article on the big screen in front of everyone. the head of public relations, mr. lee, swiped through each photo released like a slideshow.
the first picture was you and jungkook outside of your building complex. another was a sneaky shot that barely captured you and jungkook in the same taxi. it went on and on, until the last photo that depicted you and jungkook standing in front of hotel azure, which was less than twenty-four hours ago at this point.
after escaping the party and jungkook, you spent the rest of your night crying and throwing up at home. it was late when you left and you knew you couldn’t sleep a wink after what transpired. you tried your very best and it was seven in the morning when you thought your eyes were finally closing, until your phone began blowing up.
at first, it was just your manager and you didn’t want to hear about how she found out that you were partying late again. then, not even an hour after, your social media began blowing up with notifications.
i was trying to warn you, the last text from your manager read. you realized what she was talking about, as dispatch probably gave the “courtesy” to inform the company before the article went out.
you thought about your group members, feeling nothing but guilt. you saw what happened to other female idols, whose dating scandals tarnished their “sisterhood” with their members forever. you were terrified of that happening to you.
now, you sat in this suffocating board room, still hungover, and your entire future at stake. the only thing you felt regretful about was not just the impact of your choices on both your group members, but the rest of jungkook’s. they were one of the, if not the, most popular groups in the country.
while the room went over the pictures that were released, you were silent. you long understood the consequences of the relationship and accepted the risk. when the scandal actually broke, though, the fear you felt was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. on the other hand, jungkook was only apologizing profusely and was in tears. you didn’t realize it until then, but there were also streams of tears running down your face.
you weren’t sure what the main reason for your tears were. something told you that you’d yet to process the grief of jungkook’s betrayal because sitting next to him felt numb. last night, only anger settled underneath your skin. now, being inches away from the man you called your best friend and partner for years, you felt nothing. it was almost an out-of-body experience.
the only way to not replay every single moment he was with her and not you, was to repress the grief. you pretended like it was invisible and out of reach. with that, you figured the tears were for the innocent third parties that were going to be dragged down by the scandal - the executives in the room, jungkook’s group, your group, all of them.
“quit crying! we have no choice, there’s too much evidence - we must publicly confirm the relationship.”
you took a deep breath. right now, you had yet to actually tell anyone that you and jungkook were no longer together. a part of you was too embarrassed to admit that you were cheated on. you also figured that word from the scene at the rooftop party likely already spread throughout social circles. you decided to swallow it down and finally say it aloud.
this was the first time that you spoke up. “but,” you started, “jungkook and i. . .we broke up last night.”
the last thing you expected was a round of laughter. you thought you were imagining it, but when you looked up, the board members were indeed doing so. you were suffering enough, but now you were getting laughed at. your fists were balled up underneath the table.
“are you kidding me?” mr. lee said. “i don’t care. years ago, you and jungkook agreed that, should your relationship be exposed, you would face the repercussions of its reception.”
“mr. lee - “ jungkook started, but was hushed by his company executives.
when mr. lee tapped on his laptop again and cut to the comments section of the article, you thought you would see hate comments. death threats, even. but, you were stunned to face waves of positivity.
the tone he used, though, was devoid of any. “oh, i love this couple so much,” mr. lee began reading the comments in a monotone voice that only made the situation feel even more of a joke. “wah. they. are. such. a. beautiful. couple. i’m not even mad.”
you swore your eyes were deceiving you. stealing your first glance at jungkook since walking into the room, he, too, was shocked and his jaw hung low.
“talk about a power couple, congratulations! here, someone said: hope this is true, nova is luckiest girl in the world - love this. then, a bunch of good luck’s, and blah, blah, blah.”
there was a wave of anger when most of the comments called you the lucky one and not once the other way around.
regardless, the reception of international fans was generally uplifting, which was no surprise to you. what really got to you was that it didn’t stop there - the screen scrolled past dozens and dozens of korean comments that exemplified full support towards the relationship. this was a true mark of positive reception, as they were the fans you feared the most.
as the years went on and jungkook rose in popularity, you became increasingly nervous about your relationship. you watched so many of your peers receive horrible backlash from fans after being exposed for dating, especially the women. being a female in the industry was hard enough and you weren’t sure if you were going to be one of the strong ones in this situation.
“so that your fans don’t feel ‘betrayed’, we are going to let the media know that you have been dating for a few months - don’t even think about telling people that you’ve been together since 2013,” mr. lee announced, which snapped you back to the conversation.
you dared to speak again. “mr. lee, jungkook and i have broken up,” you reiterated, wondering if nobody heard you the first time.
he rolled his eyes. “i understand. do you also understand that this reaction is basically unheard of? have you noticed that you’ve gained almost a million followers on instagram?”
this time, it was the public relations representative from big hit that cleared her throat and stood up. she joined mr. lee in front of the board members, who began murmuring in approval amongst themselves.
“jungkook. y/n. as you know, the love yourself world tour was just announced. s.irens is also preparing for a major comeback and potential tour. this relationship,” she said, “will be used to accelerate the successes of both of your groups.”
a chart appeared on the screen. it showed data from the last twenty-four hours, including both group’s increase in social media numbers, streams, and search engine hits.
“consider it an exchange for breaching your no-dating clause five years ago. until further notice, this relationship, at least in the eyes of the public, will remain.”
this had to be a joke. however, you remembered what you and jungkook were. you were idols. you were puppets of the machine that was the korean entertainment industry. chess pieces. no matter how rich or famous either of you got, it all boiled down to this.
the fame game was one that was never won.
jungkook said, slowly, “you’re asking us to date. . .as a publicity stunt?”
at this, you had no choice. a few individuals in the room, including jungkook, jumped when you shot up from your seat. you rose in order to bow at a ninety degree angle in front of all the senior executives, ignoring how sick you were to your stomach.
“please,” you began, eyes squeezed shut. “i want nothing to do with jeon jungkook.”
of course, the decision was already made and your pleas were dismissed. however, you didn’t see the way jungkook watched you beg your company to not force you in a relationship with a man you no longer loved. his mouth went dry and there’d never been such a moment in his life where he hated himself more. he did this. he pushed you to this point and he betrayed you.
from that moment on, jungkook saw this as an opportunity. he destroyed everything that you and he had ever built. now, the only thing he ever sought from this point on, was redemption.
even though your companies informed you two that you could publicly “breakup” following a year post-dispatch release, jeon jungkook never lost sight of the redemption he sought. they wanted you to be the so-called it couple of the industry and he decided he would do them one better and make it real. for the next year, jungkook would do everything in his power to win you back.
LATEST NEWS: bts’ jungkook and s.irens’ nova confirms their relationship! read more about big hit’s response: “they met as friends and the connection blossomed from there”
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. for clarity purposes (because i feel like the non-chronological format may get confusing), y/n and jungkook get back together during this publicity stunt and are 100% for real dating in chapter 1. the publicity stunt arc is covered in chapters 6-8, as the next chapter focuses on why/how their relationship began breaking down before the hotel azure incident.
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The Suit Stays On~Miguel O'Hara x Reader smut~
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Being in a relationship with Spiderman was the best thing that ever happened to you. Only thing was you had to keep it to yourself. But you wanted to talk with someone about it. One thing led to another and here you were scrolling on tumblr reading smut fic after smut fic of your man. You had to admit, it was pretty sexy. The writers didn't know his name or yours, of course. But reading about Spiderman picking up "Y/N" with his super strong arms and taking her against the closest wall or webbing her up and having his way with her, leaving the suit on during sex, all had you wet and craving something you never thought to ask Miguel for in the bedroom: Spiderman roleplay.
You'd been so obsessed with the fanfictions, you'd turned on notifications for your favorite authors and for the "Spiderman x reader" tag. You were watching Miguel on the tv as the news covered him taking on the bad guy of the week. Some anomaly refusing to go back to their own dimension. Miguel handled it quickly as usual and less than an hour later he was in your apartment, showering while you were in the kitchen. As he got out, he could hear your phone buzzing on the bed. It was going off repeatedly. Normally he would just ignore it, probably emails from work or something, but this was constant. Every few minutes your phone would go off. Rolling his eyes, he sighed heavily and strolled over to the bed. He grabbed your phone and unlocked it to mute your notifications, when he noticed the "t" icon at the top of your phone. Multiple t's began to appear as the tag updated with more fics. Curiosity got the better of him and he pulled down the header to see what was so important. His eyes widened as he saw the first notification, "Spiderman NSFW headcannons". "What the hell is a headcannon?" He murmured to himself, unable to stop himself from pressing it.
Your phone opened your tumblr app to the Spiderman tag and Miguel was bombarded with pictures of himself (well, Spiderman) drawn in some interesting ways, as well as hundreds of stories about him. Fanfictions about Spiderman saving a girl then having sex with her, Spiderman with a Villain!Reader, Spiderman getting kinky with the webbing. It went on and on. Miguel was shocked by how many people fantasized about Spiderman. He actually thought he was rather unpopular. Is this what you were into? Why hadn't you come to him with your fantasy? He'd be more than happy to indulge you in some roleplay. And what was better than having the actual Spiderman there for your fantasy? He swiped over to your profile and found your "Likes" sections. He quickly read through the top few stories, ideas buzzing through his head.
"Miguel! Your food is ready!" You called, your voice snapping him out of his focus on your phone. He was hungry but the idea of you being aroused by his alter ego created a different kind of hunger in him. He wanted to take you in all kinds of ways. He needed to see you beg for him in his spidersuit. He needed to do this right.
With a couple taps on his watch Miguel's suit digitally reappeared on his body. He extended his talons and jumped up, hooking himself to the ceiling, and headed towards the kitchen. Your apartment was nice enough to have a higher ceiling so he could sneak above you without you noticing. He was used to creeping up on bad guys like this but it felt different doing it to you. Like you were unsuspecting prey just for him, the strong predator, to pounce on and devour. You were just below him now, completely unaware of your surroundings because of your earbuds. He watched you for a moment as your served up plates for the two of you, humming softly and swinging your hips to the music playing in your ears. He held back a moan as he watched your ass sway side to side in those shorts. He could feel the predator instinct in him kick into a higher gear and his fangs began to extend on their own, his mouth watering at the thought of webbing you up and taking you right here on the ceiling.
He shook his head, clearing his mind. He'd have plenty of time for that. He didn't want to rush this. He descended slowly on a web behind you, his head level with the back of yours as he hung upside down. You pulled out one of your earbuds to call for him again. "Migue-AAH!" You screamed as your turned and came face to face with the red and blue mask, eyes staring intently at you through it. "Jesus! What the hell are you doing?!" You shouted, clutching your chest. Miguel laughed. "Is that how you talk to the guy that just rescued you, hermosa?" You looked at him, confused. "Huh?" "What happened to 'thank you'? I even saved your cellphone...lots of interesting notifications you have on there, hermosa." Miguel replied, waving your cellphone in front of you. The eyes on his masked shifted into a knowing look and your own widened as you realized what he meant. Your face heated up in embarrassment but Miguel being on board for the roleplay, initiating it even, had you so wet and you weren't about to pass this up.
"Th-thank you, Spiderman, for saving me. How can I ever repay you?" He beckoned you forward with his finger. "How about a kiss?" He suggested. Biting your lip, you slowly ran your hands up to the base of his mask and peeled it slowly down his face, stopping just on the bridge of his nose. You gently pressed your lips to his and hummed dreamily against him. Miguel let out a low groan as you sucked on his bottom lip. Your thumb brushed his cheek as you held his face and Miguel could feel his resolve to take his time wavering. You pulled away from him much sooner than he would've liked but it was all part of the character you were playing. The shy, naive girl flustered from being saved by her superhero crush.
You stepped back after pulling his mask back over his face, shyly rubbing your arm and avoiding his gaze. He flipped down from his web, towering over you as he stood to his full height. "I don't think you're done repaying me yet, princesa." He murmured. "W-what else do you want?" You asked, anticipation buzzing through you. He tilted his head to one side as if examining you. "I have a few ideas".
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You had no idea that when you started this, you'd be laying strapped in a giant web on the corner of your living room ceiling, your clothes torn and dangling below you, while Miguel crawled menacingly towards your dripping pussy. "You look so beautiful like this, hermosa. I think I should keep you like this for a while. That way I can keep you safe. You wouldn't want to run into anymore danger, would you?" Your response was cut off with a moan as Miguel licked a long stripe up your pussy. You cried out and tugged against your restraints as his tongue flicked up and down your clit. His strong hands held your legs open and his lips wrapped around your clit making your head spin from the pleasure. Pulling away with a sucking pop, he smirked at you, his sharp fangs visible in his grin. "Answer me, muñeca." He demanded, his deep voice rumbling in your ear, making you clench around nothing.
"N-no Spiderman...I-I don't want to get into trouble again." Miguel hummed in approval and began to rub your clit in slow circles. "You need me to protect you, don't you, baby? You're just too sweet to be wandering the streets alone. It's not safe." Biting your lip to stifle your moans, you nodded quickly. Miguel's fingers worked skillfully over you, dipping inside you a few times before returning to your clit and then back again. "Tell me you need me to keep you safe, baby. I wanna hear you." Miguel growled. "Y-yes! Oh f-fuck yes! Please Spiderman..I-I need you. N-need you to keep me -ah! s-safe. Oh fuck please Spiderman...need you so bad!" You whined, Miguel's fingers speeding up inside you.
"You're so pretty when you beg, hermosa. You'll let me fuck you like this, won't you? Dirty girl..letting your hero take you any way I want. So fucking naughty.."
Miguel climbed on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He retracted just enough of his suit to free his large, hard cock. Stroking it a couple times, he looked down at you, his mask returning to cover the rest of his face. "Estás lista, cariño?" You nodded again, too aroused to answer respond. Miguel gripped your hips in his large hands and pushed into you slowly. The room was filled with loud moaning from the two of you. Miguel leaned down next to your ear. "I'm not going to be gentle, princesa." He warned. You whimpered and bucked your hips up into his. "Please fuck me, Spiderman. I want you inside me!" You whined.
Miguel began to set a brutal pace. The sound of his hips snapping against yours filled the room, along with your cries of pleasure. Your hands clenched at the web restraining you, your fingers aching from how tight you were squeezing. His head fell down onto your shoulder, his panting and groaning filled your ears. "Oh fuuuuck yes! You feel so fucking good!" You moaned, clenching around Miguel tightly. "You're gonna make me -fuck...cum if you keep talking like that, baby." He groaned. "Please cum inside me, Spiderman. Fill me up...I wanna feel it dripping out of me!" You begged. Miguel choked out a moan and gripped your hips tightly. The web shook as Miguel slammed into you over and over again.
"Want me to fill you up, bebita? Want me to put a baby in you?"
"Oh my god please, Spiderman. Give it to me! I want it so bad!" You screamed, your orgasm hitting you suddenly, soaking Miguel's cock. His orgasm followed not too far behind. You were certain bruises were forming on your hips from how hard he was squeezing you as came. His hot seed spilled inside you, coating your insides. Miguel rocked his hips against you as he came down from his orgasm. The two of were breathing heavily and Miguel collapsed beside you, digitally removing his mask from his face. He leaned over and pressed kisses all over your face, making you giggle.
"Was that okay, mi vida?" He asked, his previous cockiness lost when he dropped character and replaced with a bit of nervousness that he didn't live up to the online fantasies.
You hummed happily and once he released your hands, moved over to rest your head on his chest. "Definitely more than okay. That was amazing." You sighed. Miguel smiled to himself and kissed the top of your head. "I didn't mean to go through your tumblr. Your phone kept going off and I guess curiosity got to me. Why didn't you tell me you had a thing for me in my Spidersuit?" "I didn't want you to think it was weird I guess. Or that I only loved you cause you're a superhero. I loved Miguel before I loved Spiderman. The suit just adds to the sexiness." You replied. Miguel laughed loudly and pulled you closer. "Gracias, hermosa. I'll make sure the news cameras get my good angles next time they're covering me fighting someone." You rolled your eyes playfully and kissed him.
"And don't worry I've got way more ideas for us to try, Spiderman."
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FREAK
A Rafe Cameron Oneshot
[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]
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Summary: Reader has rejected her silver-spoon lifestyle on Kildare for most of her life, choosing the more dynamic alternative lifestyle her mom lives. But willingly walking around looking like a pro 'eat-the-rich' among the rich has always drawn the unwanted attention of her childhood foe... and tonight will be no different.
Nine While Nine by Sisters of Mercy was playing quietly over Noah’s car radio as he pulled into your dad’s driveway. You felt your muscles tighten when you saw the sleek black Audi parked in front of Noah’s beat up Honda.
Goddamnit…
“What is it?” Noah asked, noticing your ire at the car in your dad’s driveway.
“Dad’s friends are still here.”
Noah clocked the time on the dashboard. “It’s almost 10, they partying?”
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head disgruntledly, “My dad doesn’t party. He boasts & bitches.”
Noah snickered at that.
Well, can’t avoid it now, you thought to yourself. You purposefully snuck out of the house earlier that day. Your dad reminded you that morning that his friends, the Cameron’s, & their son would be joining the two of you for dinner that evening. You couldn’t imagine a worse way to spend a Saturday night. So, you called up Noah to see if there was any reason to get out of the house. Fortunately, there was a local punk band putting on a show in the city that he was going to go check out. You jumped at the opportunity & within the hour Noah rolled up & snagged you from your upper class demise.
It had been your intention to stay out late enough that by the time you returned home the Cameron’s would be long gone, but alas, they remained. What you dreaded most wasn’t the forced niceties or the judgmental look in their eyes when you walked in door wearing what you wore, but the fact that you’d undoubtedly have to deal with the worse Cameron of them all: Rafe.
“Thanks for the ride, dude.” You mumbled to Noah, your fingers gripping the door handle. But before you could get out, Noah snatched you by the back of your neck, bringing your mouth to his. You grinned into the wet & messy assault, your tongue piercing tangling with his own.
“Hit me up if you want a ride later.” He winked, pulling away. The proposal was tempting, Noah was always a good lay, but you didn’t miss the silhouette of your dad watching you from the window of his den. If you didn’t get out of the car, he would come out & yank you out himself. That would only be humiliating.
Giving Noah one last mercy smile, you hopped out, slamming his passenger door shut. His engine choked as he backed out of the driveway, one of the taillights out as he disappeared from sight. Once he was gone, you begrudgingly turned to face the opulent face of the four walls you called home. The extravagantness of it all made your stomach roll. You couldn’t wait for summer. Summer meant you could go stay with your mom, wherever she was. She was a tour manager for a popular alternative rock band & during the summers you would tour with her, getting to listen to angry music & spend your days with like-minded people. Not like the people you were about to see.
Just as you reached the front door of the house, it swung open, revealing your dad. He was dressed in his usual: a wool sweater with a collared shirt underneath it & a patterned tie tucked between the two. It always baffled you how he & your mom managed to make their marriage last for ten years. They were completely opposite of one another. Your dad a type-a personality who valued his reputation & networking skills, & your mom a rock musician turned manager who valued good times & good music. The only years she spent unhappy & apart from who she truly was in the decade & a half she was with your dad. Thankfully, they divorced when their differences became too great. Only bummer was she was forced to leave you behind, her job obviously requiring a lot of traveling.
“Dad.” You greeted flatly.
He glowered back, stepping onto the porch before you before closing the door till only a crack was left.
“Our guests have been wondering where you were. As have I.”
You shrugged, “Whoops. Had other plans. Sorry.”
“Mmm. We’ll deal with that in the morning. For now, go upstairs & change then join us in the den.”
You scowled up at him, “Fuck, do I have to? We both know none of us actually want me there. I’ll just embarrass.”
“Watch your mouth, young lady, & no, we don’t both know that. What I know is that the Cameron’s have been our friends since your birth & you will treat them as such like the polite young woman I raised you to be.”
“Raised me?” It hurt not to laugh at your dad. He didn’t raised you. He simply put a roof over your head & demanded your presence when his image mattered.
“Upstairs. Now. I expect you down here in less than five minutes.” He opened the door & you followed him in. The double doors to his den were closed, the Cameron’s likely whispering about you on the other side.
“And wipe that crap off your face. You look like your mother.”
Little did your dad know though, that was one of the greatest compliments he could give you. But it was still an attempt of an insult towards your mom, & that you wouldn’t settle for.
“Why wait, father? I should greet our guests.” You responded sarcastically. And before you dad could stop you, you swung open the doors to his den, stepping into the room as if you were making your god-awful sexist debutante debut.
“Cameron’s, hey!” You feigned excitement, “Long time, no see.”
It brought you subtle joy at the shocked look on Rose’s face when she took in your appearance. This wasn’t even the most dramatic you could look. You kept it tame tonight since you knew you would be rocking out at the punk show. If Rose could see you when you were really in your alternative element, she’d likely faint.
Your dad’s den was large enough to house a small library. There was a 70’s style pit in the center of the room where lounging furniture sat & that’s where the Cameron’s were sitting when you greeted them.
“_____.” Ward grinned politely, but it was clear that he was as done with your defiance as your father was. After all, Ward had seen for himself how you evolved over the years. Rose was still new to it all, having only been married to Ward for a few years. “You look…”
“Ah, yeah.” You glanced down at what you wore pridefully, “I was at a punk show. Not my best, if I’m being honest. I could look freakier.”
“Don’t we know it.” A third voice sounded & your eyes reluctantly fell to Rafe Cameron.
Memories of your childhood together & the years of adolescence flashed through your mind. Though Ward & your dad were considered close friends, the same couldn’t be said for you & Rafe despite being the same age & quite literally always seeing each other almost every day for nineteen years. He always tormented you, long before you began adapting to your mom’s look & lifestyle. But once you did? His mischievous behavior only intensified.
“Rafe, you’re looking…” You took in his pristine white button up that was tucked into a pair of slim fitting khaki pants. He dressed like every upper class fuck on this godforsaken island. It was an insult to humanity.
“…interesting.” It was all you could muster without drawing your dad’s mirth anymore than you already have.
Rafe smirked at that, eyeing you up & down.
“So,” you stepped down into the pit, taking a seat in a large leather brown chair, “what are we drinking?”
“She’s kidding.” Your dad commented as he joined the rest of you, his eyes casting a warning in your direction.
You could’ve battled him in front of his friends, it wouldn’t be the first time, but you were already getting under his skin as it was just by coming into the room looking as you did. It would be enough of a win for you.
“Your dad was just telling us that you’re thinking of going to university next year. Business, he says.” Ward informed you.
Oh? You glanced at your dad, shaking your head, This is news to me.
“Yes, I’m friends with the dean, as you know…” Your dad continued with Ward on the topic of your apparent conventional near future but your mind wandered, uncaring of the conversation. Walking in here to embarrass your father was fun at first, but your enthusiasm was quickly waning.
You watched as Rose listened intently the conversation happening between the two men. Always listening, never contributing. What a sad waste of womanhood.
But as you were observing her, you felt another observing you. Rolling your eyes, you finally faced the object of your detest. Rafe was leaning back on a matching couch to the chair you sat in, one arm draped across the back of the couch while the other held a glass of what you knew to be liquor from your father’s scotch collection.
Of course, you thought bitterly, Rafe can drink, but me, being the same age, cannot. It’d be…inappropriate.
“What are you looking at?” You questioned lowly, knowing that yours & Rafe’s dads were too into their own conversation to care about your own.
“Still figuring that out.” Rafe cocked a single eyebrow, “So, when you look in the mirror, do you get jump scared every time?”
“Ha. Ha.” You shook your head but smiled, unbothered by his predictable comments, “Come up with something new, Rafe. This ‘you’re a freak’ material you’ve been working with for a couple years needs to be revamped.”
Rafe chuckled lightly, his eyes falling to your legs that were covered in fishnet. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip as his eyes trailed back up the length of you before meeting your eyes yet again. Rafe had always looked at you as a form of amusement, but the look he gave you now made your stomach flip. And it took a lot to make your stomach feel in knots.
He slid to the other end of the couch, the end right next to you, & leaned forward so only you could hear what he had to say, “I’ve never fucked a dead girl before.”
It took all of your might to control your face. He was only looking to get a rise out of you. After all, you did just challenge him to try something new. But you didn’t expect that. It left you feeling more gross than you had before when he just perused you.
You turned to meet his eyes, your faces only mere inches apart, “Even when I’m dead, I would never fuck you.”
With that, you pushed yourself out of your seat, drawing the attention of the adults in the room, “Well, this has been great. But I’m tired. Got knocked around a lot tonight. Nice seeing you guys. Night.”
“_____.” Your dad called after you but you were quick to leave the room.
“I got it, Mr. _____.” You heard Rafe say to your dad, which only made you more irritable. All that mattered was getting upstairs to your room before Rafe caught up to you. Whatever he had planned, you didn’t have the energy to fight with him. Not tonight.
When you reached the top of the landing, you heard footfalls clambering up the stairs. And fast. You tossed a look over your shoulder, watching as Rafe took the stairs two at a time, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Leave me alone, asshole.” You threw back, the door to your bedroom just ahead of you.
“Not so fast, baby.” Rafe caught your hand just as your other found the knob to your room. Your ripped your hand from his grasp, glaring up at him, “Do not call me baby.”
Uncaring that Rafe was behind you, you swung open & entered your bedroom. It was only after Rafe closed the door behind the two of you & took a moment to examine your room that you realized it had been a long time since he was in here. When the two of you were kids, your dad’s would make you play in here while they talked business. Back when it was white & pink. Now it was black & purple.
“Wow.” Rafe commented, “Like a vampire den in here.”
“Look,” You sat on your bed & bent over to begin unlacing your Doc Martens, “can you just say whatever bullshit you wanna say & leave? I wasn’t kidding about getting knocked around a lot.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you weren’t.” He eyed you then, slowly approaching. You watched his shoes in your peripheral as you pulled your boots off. “I’m sure you got all sorts of bruises underneath there.”
Ignoring the curious undertone in his voice, you stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. Now, out of your boots, you felt much smaller compared to the tall & lean framed Cameron.
“Alright, what the fuck do you want? Hmm? Want to call me a freak some more, well go ahead. But make it quick.”
Rafe closed the distance between the two of you, his eyes holding your own as he reached for the strap of your slip dress. You smacked his hand away, giving him a look of disgust.
“I said it wasn’t ever going to happen, Rafe.” Jesus, what was his problem? He always liked to pick on you with his words, but never did he lay a finger on you.
“But I want to see.” He peered at you with those tantalizing blue eyes of his. They made you want to barf.
“See what?”
“Those bruises.” His voice grew lower, softer, as his eyes fell to your lips.
“Okay, get out. Now.”
Rafe smirked knowingly, raising his hand yet again, aiming for your strap. When you made to smack it away for a second time though, he quickly snatched your wrist. You didn’t have time to resist or stop him before he sunk his teeth into the veiny underside of your wrist.
“Ow!” You yelped, attempting to pull your wrist away, but Rafe’s grip was stronger, “What the fuck?!”
He glanced at you through his lashes, his eyes darkening. Then he kissed the teeth marks there. His lips soft, gentle. You didn’t like this new direction he was going in.
“Okay, Rafe, you got me. I’m spooked, alright. I get it. Your new material is working.” You admitted, but without admitting that he too was beginning to scare you.
“I’m just getting started.” He mumbled against your skin as he kissed up your arm, the lace of your long-sleeve top acting as the only barrier.
“That’s enough. Stop it.” You pleaded when you tried to pull away another time but he wasn’t letting go.
“I’ll stop when I feel like it.” He finally raised his head to glare at you, “Freak.”
You frowned but before you could retaliate, Rafe shoved you onto your bed. A shocked gasp parted your lips as you stared at him.
“What are you doing?”
Rafe ignored your question, focusing his attention on the old-school stereo you had on your nightstand. He closed the CD-ROM on the top of the stereo & your music was suddenly filled with the sounds of Black Cathedral by This Cold Night.
“Rafe!” You yelled at him.
But he was only stood there, listening intently as the darkwave instrumentals bounced off the corners of your room.
“You like this shit?” He asked, shaking his head, “I don’t get it.”
You eyed him warily, moving to sit up, but just as you were, Rafe was suddenly on top of you.
“But I don’t need to. I just need to get you.”
For a split second, you thought he was just playing some sick, twisted game. Any moment he’d stand up, point at you, & laugh. But when that didn’t happen & instead you felt his lips on your neck & his hands tangling with the netting of your tights at your thighs, panic flooded you.
“Stop! Rafe, what are you—”
But Rafe smothered your pleas with a kiss, his teeth sinking into your lower lip. You whimpered into the kiss, your hands attempting to shove him off. This had to be a joke! It had to be! Your fucking dad’s were downstairs! Right. Down. Stairs. They knew you couldn’t stand each other! Why was no one coming to check what was going on? Why was your dad not coming to demand you to turn off that music he hated so fucking much?
But no one came looking, & Rafe’s hands were successful in tearing a wide hole at the crotch of your fishnets.
You yelped into his mouth, & he took advantage of the opening, his tongue delving in. His tongue massaged your own, focusing intently on the metal ball at the center of your tongue.
“I wonder what that would feel like on my cock.” He mused out loud, & the image made your skin crawl.
Sure, you hated Rafe Cameron’s guts, & he yours, but still. You had known each other your literal whole lives. Now he was…he was… Was he capable of this the entire time?
“Rafe.” You managed to squeeze out as his hands fought to remove your dress from your body. You tried to use your own body weight to keep the dress on but Rafe practically tore it from you, the straps snapping as he did so. Before you knew it, you were left only in your lace top, black underwear, & torn fishnets.
Rafe was breathing heavily as he peered down at you, but a naughty smirk appeared on his face when he stared at your tits, “No shit.”
You felt heat bloom across your face & chest.
“Your nipples are pierced, too.”
You were deeply regretting not wearing a bra. You rarely did anyway, but tonight especially, you wish you had worn a layer of bras & a bodysuit that was almost impossible to get out off. Then Rafe would fail in his attempt to… fuck, you couldn’t even think it.
“Does Daddy know that?”
You looked away, shaking your head in disbelief.
“My, what a slut you are.” Rafe chuckled darkly, leaning forward until his lips sealed around one of your nipples through the lace of your top.
At the sensation of his tongue flicking your piercing, you screamed.
“Daaaad!” But Rafe was quick to clamp a hand over your mouth, the pressure harsh & almost painful.
“No, no, none of that, you freak.” Rafe seethed, “You never wanted your dad’s help before, think you can just beg for it now?”
You stared wide-eyed up at Rafe as he reprimanded you like an ungrateful child.
“Oh, c’mon, _____. It’s one of the things I actually like about you.” Rafe grinned knowingly down at you, “That you’re a strong, independent, ‘I-don’t-need-anybody’ woman.”
He leaned closer, “But I bet you’re regretting that now.”
Unexpected tears blanketed your vision. Rafe feigned a concerned smile, “Don’t worry, though. It’ll be our secret.”
Rafe left his hand over your mouth as he then tore your underwear from between your legs, the elastic of the fabric straining against your skin before finally snapping. If your body wasn’t already in shock you may have felt the sting of it, but what Rafe was doing was shutting your mind down.
You felt as if you were separated from your body but watching with your lids forced open as Rafe untucked his shirt from his pants & began unbuckling his belt. The music playing was loud but the metal clinking of his buckle was louder, an ear-bleeding loud that you typically liked, but not anymore, not right now.
“I always thought you were hot. Weird hot. But it wasn’t until tonight when you pushed me that I thought fuck it.” He chuckled into your ear. His other hand was in between your bodies & then there was a prodding at your entrance. You gasped into his hand, desperately gripping the bedding beneath you.
“So,” Rafe nipped the lobe of your ear, “fuck it.”
A hot pain coursed up the length of your spine as Rafe thrusted himself into you with one go. Your walls were dry & crying in pain as Rafe sheathed himself entirely inside you. Fresh tears kissed your eyes at the undeniable burn of his cock forcing you to stretch around him.
“Goddamn,” He huffed out, his usually kept hair falling forward to brush against his forehead. A vein popped there as he adjusted to your tightness, an adjustment you would never get used to but always remember.
Then he began to move, his hips moving slowly at first until your cunt began to lubricate itself, then he sped up. His hips snapped painfully against yours, & you whimpered into his palm. Your hands reached for the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair to try & pull him away, but as you did, Rafe only groaned at the action.
“I forgot you goth chicks are freaky in bed.”
You frowned, not wanting him to actually believe you were trying to enhance his experience, but he only grinned down at you, “It’s okay. Pull harder.”
Helpless & frustrated, you let go of his hair out of spite, but the second you did, Rafe gathered your hair in his other hand, yanking your head back hard. You yelped, though it was muffled, & Rafe attacked the column of your throat. He licked, nipped, bit, sucked. You knew that you would have hickey’s & bite marks from his assault. It made you feel like throwing up, something you wished would happen any moment so he’d get the fuck off you.
But Rafe only continued to fuck you, his grunts & groans muffled as he assaulted you with his mouth from your throat down to your partly exposed breasts. He caught another nipple in his mouth & tugged. The action surprised you, but it horrified you even more how your body responded to it.
“Oh, I think we like that.” Rafe observed, taking it upon himself to focus intently on your nipples.
Your hands found his hips, attempting to shove him off as he fucked you mercilessly, but when his tongue swirled around the metal rod going through your nipple, your fingers defied you, digging themselves into the fleshy part of Rafe’s ass.
Rafe hissed at your nails digging into his skin but he followed it with a pleased smile, “Let out your freak, baby. You know you want to.”
You glared hotly up at him, regretting how your pussy was beginning to clench around him, how your body moved closer towards him, not away. This wasn’t how you were supposed to be responding. Why was this happening to you?
But your body wouldn’t listen to you. When you wanted to claw at the sheets in an attempt to get away, your hands clawed at Rafe’s back instead. When you wanted to curse at him from behind his hand covering your mouth, you moaned instead. Rafe was working your own body against you as he took what he wanted.
It wasn’t until you felt your heart begin to quicken, more than it already was, that you knew what was coming next. You felt your muscles begin to tense, preparing for the crescendo of Rafe’s assault. Rafe must’ve known too. His pace began to speed up, his groans shifting to growls as he chased the edge. You bit your lip, hard enough to taste blood, begging your body to not go through with it. But then Rafe other hand palmed one of your tits, & his thumb grazed over your sensitive nipple, & that was all it took to push you over.
A muffled wail sounded from behind Rafe’s hand as you felt your body shake & pulse. Rafe finally removed his hand from your mouth & you whimpered carnally. Though your eyes were half-way closed as you felt your orgasm rip through you, you didn’t miss how Rafe stared at you with half-hooded eyes, watching you cum around him. Then he brought his face down to yours, capturing your lips with his own as he filled you as deeply as he possibly could, his cock swelling inside the tight confines of your cunt as he burst.
You felt his cum coat your insides, filling you to brim before spilling out around Rafe & pooling underneath you. Though your body was still in a state of euphoria, you felt disgusted with yourself. You felt sticky, icky, & filthy all around. All because of him.
Rafe pulled out of you then, stumbling backwards as his feet met the floor. He was breathing heavily & holding a hand to his head.
“Fuck.” He huffed out, “I haven’t came like that in years.”
You stared up at your ceiling, the reality of what just happened crashing into you. Rafe Cameron had just raped you. In your own bedroom, in your own house, with your own dad just down the stairs. You knew Rafe was a bad guy, but you never knew he was capable of being worse. But he always enjoyed proving you wrong.
The clinking of his belt faded as the music returned & became the only sound you could really hear, apart from the blood rushing in your ears.
You couldn’t move, didn’t want to anyway. You just wanted your bed to morph into a black hole & swallow you until you were nothing. You felt like nothing.
The bed dipped between your legs & then you felt yourself being pulled upwards until you were in a sitting position. You stared aimlessly at the ground, your vision swaying as a dizzying headache took over.
Rafe captured your chin in his hand though, forcing you to look up at him. He looked just as he did before, just as clean & put-together & sane-looking as before. He chuckled softly, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he peered at your face. But you couldn’t look at him. Instead, you looked down & that’s when you saw it. The mess he left between your legs, your fishnets ripped beyond use.
“Oh, don’t give me that.” He cooed, catching the shocked look on your face, “You freaks love your shredded shit. All I’ve done is add to it: tearing you up from the inside out.”
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Top 20 Charlos Moments
Was talking to my twin @wafflesrisa about Charlos during Imola FP1 earlier and I decided to rank the most insane Charlos moments in order - ranked purely on moments that show just how much they're friends, not just teammates
This is just my own preference and it'll be different for everyone, but here a (non-exhaustive) list:
1. Bahrain 2024 crochet chili
"I want to gift this to you. From my fan to me, to you. So you will remember me for the rest of your life." "A chili!!" "For our post Teammate Era." "Ay we are only starting the season!"
Carlos: "You will forget [the chili] there."
Charles, softly: "No I won't."
Also feat. nearly crying in the car afterwards
2. Miami 2024 Water flick
Carlos doesn't even look at the glass in the couple seconds before he flicks the water at Charles. He's looking at Charles and smiling. Charles gets a little overwhelmed with the affection and gets shy (bonus Ferrari team member being us looking at them)
3. Canada cotton ball lean
The cutest moment in this isn't Carlos telling Charles to admit that Carlos won. It's them both Zendaya laughing at each other when Charles gets caught cheating and Charles having this moment looking at the back of Carlos' head where he gets so overwhelmed with affection he collapses his whole weight into Carlos' side. Their caps bonk. It is cute.
4. Zandvoort 2022 headphone exchange -
Carlos, fixing Charles' headphones: "Put them properly eh? I know you very well."
Lissie: "NO, YOU GUYS ARE VIBING TO DIFFERENT SONGS."
Charles: "WE FOUND LOVE IN THE HOTTEST PLACE -"
*C2 wheeze-laugh at each other and exchange headphones by placing them on each other's faces*
Lissie: ...
5. Miami 2024 "I know you too well now"
Charles knowing he knew Carlos well enough to speak for him, and Carlos nodding silently in agreement. Then vice versa, Charles then having unshakable faith in Carlos' understanding of himself. Fist bumps. Fondness.
6. The kiss kiss saga: Charles' rayban kiss. 2023 Bracelet kiss kiss. 2023 music challenge kiss.
The first one especially gets me because it's a solid 5 seconds of Charles looking at Carlos, going FRIEND! MY FRIEND! and going *air kiss*
7. 2023 Abu Dhabi waist pinch and DTS Bahrain waist pinch
Waist pinches run in the Sainz family. Charles knows it's Carlos without needing to look by the time Abu Dhabi rolls around
8. 🎵Just the two of us🎵
Do I even need to say anything
9. Bahrain 2022 1-2 podium hug and butt pat
I can't find the video but Charles stepped up to the top step and instantly was like I HAVE TO HUG MY TEAMMATE I AM TOO HAPPY NOT TO HUG MY TEAMMATE AND SHARE THIS WITH HIM
10. Cookie decorating
So much happens in this video. The complete lack of personal space. The comfy sofa. The vocal stims. Twinning. Carlos sings "Dancing in the Moonlight," and Charles whistles it a bit later. Icing to the cheek. Teasing.
11. Zandvoort 2023 catch up
Charles forgetting they did spend the last bit of summer break further away from each other because they spent so much of the first part of summer break not far from each other. Also again. Carlos loves his personal space, Charles also loves Carlos' personal space
12. Carlos: "I'm not going to be here." Charles: *flinches*
13. TELL CHARLES TO COME CLOSE TO ME AND WE CELEBRATE THIS ONE TOGETHER/helmet pats/gentlest hug in parc ferme /podium champagne
I can't find the video of the hug but it's so gentle and Carlos leans his cheek into Charles' and I die
14. Love Honey Sweetie Baby Darling
They just pick up pet names and exchange them like lego
15. OG music challenge squishes/holding hands in OG quiz with wrenches
16. Abu Dhabi 2022 end of season message
Charles was plainly trying to smile for the camera but rightly upset with not having the championship year he wanted, but his smile turned genuine when Carlos hugged him and said Charles at least deserved P2 in Abu Dhabi for the great year he had driving incredibly well
17. Mexico separation anxiety Charles (Edit: posted initially with wrong link, updated now)
18. Zandvoort 2023 fond eye rolls
19. Carlos' 2022 birthday
They're insufferable. Charles' whinging is cute too
20. Carlos looking somft when imagining racing Le Mans with Charles
"With Charles," he says, while his press officer smirks
Feel free to add to this I just went down a wormhole of Charlos feels
#It's 1:50 AM have to sleep for work tomorrow but I just HAD to make this#this is basically a lexicon of all the times they were like I AM VERY AFFECTIONATE FOR MY FRIEND#f1#charlos#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#ferrari#scuderia ferrari#my post#charlos lore
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begin again.
warnings: toxic relationship, mentioning weight, slight cheating, insecurity, i think there's more but please let me know !!
you've been thinking that love isn't worth it and only makes you heartbroken and crying every night for the past eight months. you got used to ellie's behavior while you were in a relationship with her. she was always late on your dates—always. even being 30 minutes late was pretty early for her, or worse, she didn't come at all without telling you. she didn't like it when you wore any heels, even those mary-jane shoes you've been dreaming about, because she thought you looked uglier wearing them. ellie is the one who makes you worry about getting fat whenever you gain even a small amount of weight. she doesn't like your appearance if it doesn't match with her taste. she never laughed on your funniest jokes, always mocking your music taste and called it gross. you spent three weeks with crying alone in your bedroom after you caught her cheating with another girl, and it's not just a 'girl', the girl she cheated with was your close friend that you always vented about ellie to her which makes you think you didn't even deserve any love. you broke up with ellie right after the night you caught her, through message because you couldn't even stand yourself to see her face, it hurts so bad, so bad that you thought all girls were the same as ellie. ellie had made you so afraid to having a relationship again, with anyone.
then you met abby anderson a few months after you ended relationship with ellie. she's one of dina's friends that she had been friends with since 9. basically, dina is a matchmaker between you two since she was tired of abby because she had a crush on you for a while and she always vented to dina. you didn't really know about her since you always set your boundaries because ellie was really easy to get jealous. you were full of skepticism at first because you weren't really healed from the past, but dina convinced you that abby is different from ellie, completely different. the first meeting with abby was not really fine; you didn't pay much attention as your mind was busy with your fears and you barely listened to her voice. but as the time went by, what you feared about her was absolutely wrong. a month after the first meet, you could see how abby treated you and it was... different—no, ‘different’ wasn't enough to describe it. abby did things that ellie never did to you, and she didn't do anything that ellie always did to you.
dina was right about abby. she's entirely different from your ex-girlfriend. she always comes earlier than you on every date, or when she comes over your house—she'd came 10 minutes earlier than she said. she bought you a pair of heels that had been on your wishlist for months, saying that those heels looks so good on you.she always got your back every time you feel insecure about yourself, she would praise you, saying sweet things to your ear. she never mock your music taste, instead, she's amused. “you are.. wow, i've never seen any person who has a lot of music vinyls in my life like.. ever! do you mind if i play one of them? maybe i would like it.” then she played one of taylor swift's vinyl on record player, and she liked it, loved it even. which is why ‘so high school’ stayed on her 1st on repeat songs for months. abby laughs on your jokes, every jokes, even when you tell one of your jokes that made ellie pissed off, abby would laughing as she throw her head back like a little kid. “that is the funniest joke, you know?” oh, and it feels so strange to you because your ex would never do that, ever. saturday night, abby came over for another movie night and after the movie ended, you both shared stories, but you struggled to tell yours properly because you felt a bit shy and worried—worried that abby wouldn't listen as attentively as you did. however, she proved wrong. she listened to your stories, got excited, and, god, she even remembered your stories too well.
and on wednesday, you were on a date with abby, again. you two walking out from the cafe, your arms hugging abby's, wide smile on your face. you were about to get into abby's car, while she already inside. but you couldn't move your body as you saw your ex-girlfriend, alone, standing not really far away from you and looking at your eyes. there's no such gaze that you always saw on her eyes back then, you couldn't tell what she was doing. abby was confused why were you still outside, she went out from the car, “is there anything wrong—oh,” abby approached you right away as she knew what were you staring at, swiftly opening the car door for you while keeping her other hand on your back. “hey, let's go. don't we have another place to go?” your eyes were switched from ellie to abby, little awkward smile appeared on your lips. “yeah– sorry." you muttered. once you two already inside, no one breaks the silence, it was all awkward. you couldn't help yourself when your mind went back to those bitter memories, you didn't even realized your mouth opened as you started to talk, “so, abby, uh.. months ago when ellie—” right before you could say more, abby put her left hand on your palm hand, “angel, i just got an idea. what about we watch some movies this christmas? i used to watch those movies with my family every christmas, and i think you'll love it. what do you think?” your gaze was locked on hers, watching how well she tried to change the topic so you wouldn't have to bring up about your ex-girlfriend again. abby smiled to you warmly, waiting for your answer. and you couldn't help yourself from the tears on your eyes—you've never experienced anything like this before, not with ellie, who never appreciated you the way abby does. you began to think that perhaps love is worthwhile if you find the right person. maybe love doesn’t always lead to heartbreak, and maybe you can open your heart again and learn to trust someone new. in fact, you feel incredibly loved with abby, and she makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world.
the tears were coming down through your cheeks and it keeps going as abby's hand wipes your tears, “hey, hey, hey, angel, are you okay? is there something wrong or my idea was—” you shook your head in response, trying to calm down, but you were so overwhelmed by your feelings. “i'm fine, abby. i just...” you trailed off, looking at abby, who looked completely worried. you let out a small chuckle through your tears. “i'm really fine. i'm sorry for bringing up about her again all of so sudden when it's only two of us here, and i.. i never felt like this before when you tried to change the conversation and i really appreciate that, and all things you did to me it's all make me feel like.. i really deserve so much love because back then you know that i was—” abby cuts your words as her lips pressed against yours, and you didn't think twice to melt into her kiss. it was full of love and affection. once the kiss broke, you could see her warm smile, hand caressing your cheeks gently and wiping your tears away at the same time, “shh, don't bring that up again, okay? i know back then was too painful for you, and i want you to get over it because i want you to be happier than before, you really deserve so much love, angel.” you really sure about your face turns red as she speaks, you couldn't hide it. her words were made you feel better. “abby, can we.. uh..” it's hard for you to say the right words as you want to ask her for another kiss, but you were too shy. “speak up, sweetheart. before we go to gelato store that you recommended to me earlier?” oh really, those nicknames were always successfully made you flustered every time. “i– oh, fuck it.” asking her only prolonged things, so rather than wasting time stuttering, you chose to kiss her with your eyes closed. you felt embarrassed but happy when you heard abby chuckle during the kiss. and if dina asking you if you have already healed from the past after this date, you would answer it in less than ten seconds. yes, you healed.
a/n: i don't even know what am i writing right now but yeaaahhhhh !!!!!!! another weird fic is out !!!!
#abby anderson fluff#ellie williams angst#abby anderson angst#abby anderson#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby anderson x female reader#lesbian#tlou fanfiction
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What scenes the Milgram instrumentals would be for if they were video game soundtracks.
Except I make an entire game layout with it, including three mini boss fights and a final boss. They're in order of when they appear in the game, and color coded based on the area.
This took so long why did i do this-
[If you want me to design these bosses based on like. mvs and the character designs. i will.]
Parasite - The music at the starting area, before you've began your expedition. Like the home village. Possibly shows up at the epilogue too, when you return to the village, if you enter certain buildings.
Tear Drop - The salon that acts as an equipment shop. Except the shop keep has intense lore. Is maybe evil. We dont know. It pops up all through the game, or theres a way to get back to it and its in a neutral area.
Delusion Tax - You begin your journey into the first area! It looks very rocky and lava filled, with the stone buildings melded with the rocky mountains.
I Love You - Investigation scene. For what, I have no idea. Probably something related to your mission. The beginning of ILY is like. you find something very shocking and kinda scary, but then the rest is like. you + ur group(?) using it as a cataylst to keep looking and journeying. (its giving danganronpa udg honestly)
[Possibly more Delusion Tax after]
Backdraft - The 1st mini boss fight. A very overconfident, fiery kind of boss, despite being the weakest. This is the first part of the fight, where you're chasing them while they effortlessly hop through/set off many traps you have to dodge.
Salamander - Second part of the 1st boss fight where the boss actually stops to fight you. They fight with fire (...wow who would have guessed)
Purge March - When you get to the second area, and you're. continuing with your journey. Or something idk. I'm thinking this area is circus themed. Many animals.
Vampire - You first meet the boss. You think they're just a friendly child. They're so cheery and happy and childish and innocent. And then 1:19 in Vampire, you realize they're a little fucked up. But thats okay, because they're just a kid and they could never hurt anyone-
INMF - Now they're trying to murder you, so you're running away as they chase you and throw shit at you. Like uh. A million gruesome ways to die from billie bust up.
[More Purge March]
Animal - The second boss fight, filled with many circus props used as weapons. The softer parts of the song are when you're fighting different animals this boss sends after you, like lions and other circus animals.
Android Girl - Adventuring theme for the 3rd area. This area has a glitchy, techy hallucination theme. Like the boss is hacking the area to make illusions. Everything looks very glitchy, and has a kinda cyberpunk city look.
MKDR (DSCF) - Some part of the journey through the 3rd area where you've been completely absorbed into a hallucination, likely before you know that there are hallucinations here. When this happens it becomes a lot less glitchy looking and more real.
[Android Girl part 2]
Reversible Campaign - Phase one of the 3rd mini boss fight. They have a very techy theme. Like ig spamton.
Double - Phase two of the 3rd mini boss. You've pissed them off now, and theyve switched forms. The parts of the song that are softer (when mikoto's singing) are when you're deep in a hallucination. Then when you break free, it goes back to the glitchy harsh vibe.
Neo-Neon - You've defeated the three mini bosses and are filled with a newfound sense of determination. Now you go through the final area (likely a castle?) to get to the final boss. This area is a lot shorter.
Deep Cover - The final boss fight begins ! This is the first phase, which is very long distance and not quite near the boss yet. I imagine this one has a very celestial, crystal / star theme.
Streaming Heart - You weaken the boss via long distance, and they become more enraged. They haven't given up though, and fight with even more determination. This is where you can finally get face to face with them and have an all out battle.
AKAA - This is where their tough exterior cracks. You have a brief conversation, in an attempt to persuade them to stand down. But they put the broken pieces of their form together, for one last stand.
Cat - You've defeated the boss!! Roll end credits. Yeah thats it cat's just end credits. I. could not think of anything else </3
Triage - Epilogue after the boss fight when you're talking with everyone. Everything is happy and good, but there's also those very sentimental convo scenes.
[Some Parasite sprinkled in]
#anyway this all started bc of reversible campaign#it sounds so much like a boss fight ost#milgram#haruka sakurai#yuno kashiki#fuuta kajiyama#muu kusunoki#shidou kirisaki#mahiru shiina#kazui mukuhara#amane momose#mikoto kayano#kotoko yuzuriha#all knowing and all agony#tear drop#backdraft#its not my fault#triage#purge march#the purge march#double#deep cover#android girl#the vampire#mkdr (dscf)#delusion tax#neo-neon#reversible campaign#streaming heart
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Let it be | Dating Stiles Stilinski
pov: you’re dating Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Between werewolf stuff and having to now babysit Jackson, you and Stiles didn’t get much alone time. So any opportunity to head out on a date was taken and savoured. But tonight was different, tonight you decided was the night you were going to tell Scott you were together.
Word count - 3472
Warnings - language
Based on: season one, episode ten
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Chasing after Jackson’s dumbass on a Saturday was not your ideal way to spend your weekend. You’d tried to worm your way out of it with sly kisses and puppy dog eyes to your boyfriend, hoping to butter him up enough that he’d just let you sleep in instead. But it backfired completely, he still dragged you out of bed and out of the house with a simple statement that you had to go babysit Jackson from the Argents. This was all Peter’s fault and you were really cursing him right now.
“Don’t you think he can look after himself?” you tried for possibly the thousandth time from the backseat of your boyfriend’s jeep. Scott just sighed again. “No, and you know why. So please stop asking.”
When you pulled into the empty parking lot you could already see Chris Argent making conversation with the boy you were looking for, the one thing you really could’ve done without. It meant you actually had to engage with Jackson, rather than just watching him from afar.
The rock music from Stiles’ radio was blasting, that plus the screech of the car’s tires alerted the two males of your arrival. “Yo,” Scott greeted. Stiles nodded. “What’s up?”
You stayed silently, firmly placed in your seat, intent on not interacting with Jackson for the sake of your own sanity. You really didn’t like him, not that your friends did. He was just so unbelievably unbearable to talk to.
Scott pretended like you hadn’t just been watching them from a distance. “Is everything okay?”
Chris greeted the boy but you could sense the irritation even from where you were sitting. You'd obviously interrupted the start of his plan and he wasn’t happy about it, but that’s exactly what you were there for. “Your friend here was just having car trouble. I’m taking a look.”
There was so much tension between the older man and your bestfriend that it could literally have been cut with a blunt knife. Jackson was shuffling awkwardly, feeling like he’d been caught in the middle of two parents fighting, unsure what he was meant to do or say. He didn’t even know why Mr Argent was being so kind to him, nor why you, Scott and Stiles suddenly wanted to be best buds.
“There’s a shop right down the street, I’m sure they’ll have a tow truck.”
“Do you want a ride?” Stiles asked. Scott pushed open his door, making it obvious that he’d let him in if he agreed. You knew this was the plan but part of you was actually hoping he’d say no so you didn’t have to sit with his arrogant ass for however long.
“Come on Jackson. You’re way too pretty to be out here all by yourself.” You snorted in the back seat, muttering a ‘yeah right’ that earned you a light swat to your knee, a quick glare from your boyfriend having you holding your hands up in surrender.
Scott just stared at him, lowering his eyebrows slightly to try and emphasise the fact that he really needed to get in the car. Jackson just nodded, heading over to where the door to the passenger side was still open.
“Hey boys!” The roar of an engine had the four of your heads snapping back in the direction of Allison’s dad. “Told you I knew a few things about cars.”
The four of you watched him strut his way back over to his own car, abandoning whatever his plan for Jackson had originally intended to be. You all saw him drive away with just as much intention as Stiles had stopped here when you found the rich kid. It was silent for a few seconds between you all as you and Stiles clambered out of the car to stand around outside the vehicle with the other two teenage boys.
Jackson was the one to break the silence, rather aggressively you may add. “What, are you following me now?”
“Yes, you fucking idiot. You almost gave away everything right there,” Scott responded with a similar level of irritation in his tone.
“What are you talking about?” He looked confused, his head tilting slightly.
“He thinks you’re the second beta. He thinks you’re me!” In a burst of anger he hit his fist into the door of Stiles' jeep, the younger boy gasping slightly. “Dude my jeep.”
You just giggled, earning yourself another slight glare and a small push. When you gathered your footing again he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting your body lean slightly into him as you watched the two teens bicker.
“I can hear your heart beating from a mile away, literally! Now he thinks that there’s something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn’t kill you too!” You truly believed the anger was unnecessary. The two were just yelling nonsense at each other at this point, and the other had no care for whatever came out of their mouth. Jackson’s mind was made up, and so was Scotts, neither willing to listen to anything but their thoughts; especially a certain Porsche driver, but that’s the way he’d always been.
Scott once again stepped to hit the door of Stiles’ car in his blind fury, this time it being you who stepped in to move him away from that area.
“Okay, okay. How about we just step away from Stiles’ jeep.” Your boyfriend sent you a grateful smile as you guided your friend forwards a little so he wasn’t within hitting distance of the car behind him. Stiles almost let out a verbal breath of relief at the gesture. Your attention was quickly drawn back to the two males who hadn’t been paying attention to anyone but each other, you and Stiles may as well not even be there, it’s not like they’d notice. Hell, Argent could come back and they probably wouldn’t notice.
“You know what, this is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn’t say anything, which means you’re the one that’s gonna get me killed, okay?” Jackson said. Apparently your idea hadn’t worked, especially not when the next thing the boy did was shove your friend right into the passenger door, increasing Stiles’ frustration. “This is your fault.”
“Can we stop hitting my jeep?”
You saw the two go for each other, taking the initiative to step in and place a hand on either of their chests. Trying to be the reasonable one. If Scott went wolf mode on Jackson, he wouldn’t survive that kind of attack. Although you’d love to see him prove he couldn’t protect himself from even the babiest of werewolves. “Just stop, all right?” you insisted.
“When they come after you, I won’t be able to protect you. I can’t protect anyone.” A chill ran up your spine when his eyes flickered over to you, your heart sinking in your chest slightly at what that was meant to imply. With a quick over to Stiles you confirmed that he was wondering too. “Why are you looking at us?”
You went unanswered as Scott turned his head back to face the boy in front of him, leaving you and Stiles to ponder what he meant silently.
Jackson broke yet another silence with his spite this time. “You know what? Now you have to do it. Get me what I want and I will be fine protecting myself.”
He was desperately trying to get him to see reason. “All it does is make things worse.”
He scoffed. “Oh really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall.”
“Yeah, I might be able to run faster, but I can also hear stuff like my girlfriend telling people she doesn’t trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me.” You could see him getting slightly emotional, the breakup was still very much a sore spot for him, especially with the way he was being taunted by Jackson through it all too. So you decided to speak up in hopes of doing what your friend couldn’t.
“Jackson,” his head turned towards you. “He’s not lying. I’ve witnessed all of it, first hand, this hasn’t been easy for him.” Your friend nodded along. “It ruins your life,” Stiles added.
He shook his head with a quiet chuckle, his eyes flickering to look Scott dead in the eye. “It ruined your life.”
With that statement he headed back to his car, climbing in his Porsche and taking off like Scott hadn’t just been trying to save his life, a muttered ‘asshole’ slipping out of your lips.
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Another date was what you and Stiles believed you deserved after being stuck basically babysitting the Whittemore kid for days on end. He’d told you to dress fancy, a difference from your usual dates but you didn’t mind, and then he’d surprised you by taking you to an exceptionally fancy restaurant for the only Stilinski child.
It’d been bliss, the entire night. He’d made you laugh, he’d complimented you more than you could possibly even begin to count and god you were so in love with that boy. The last thing you wanted to do was finally tell your best friend about the two of you, now felt like a good time, and that’d really complete your night.
“Hey, Sti,” you called. His attention had previously been focused on how much of his food he could fit in his mouth at once, so you found much amusement in watching him try to quickly swallow it all down so he could respond. You were patient with him, but you also found it quite funny so you were going to enjoy the sight as long as you could.
He nearly choked once or twice but eventually cleared his throat. Squeaking out a response. “Yeah?”
“Do you think we should tell Scott? I know we were waiting for the perfect moment but, everything just seems to keep getting worse so maybe now’s a good time. And it’s been so long and I-'' He shushed you calmly, taking your hand in his and resting them on the table, lightly stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “I’m sure he’d understand if we waited. But we can tell him whenever you’re ready.”
You nodded, biting back a grin. The only thing holding you back from loving on Stiles every minute of the day was that Scott didn’t know, so if you told him it’d just make everything easier.
“Stop by his house after dessert?” you suggested. He nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it gently. “Whatever you want, lover.”
You stuck to the plan, heading to the McCall house after you’d finished your desserts. You were positively stuffed and so full of love and joy in that very moment that you actually thought if Scott hated the idea of you being together as much as you feared he would that even that couldn’t dampen your mood.
Stiles was the one to actually knock on the door, something about you claiming you were much too nervous to do it, like heart nearly beating out of your chest nervous. Which only increased tenfold when Scott opened the door to you both.
“Hey guys..” He eyed you both in your nice outfits suspiciously, his hand lingering on his front door as he waited for you to tell him something insane. He knew you’d both done something, because you wouldn’t have those ‘I can’t wait to tell you what I did’ looks on your faces if not. An expression of Stiles’ that he was actually incredibly familiar with. “What are you doing here?”
“We have to tell you something,” Stiles announced. He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh really?” His eyes trailed to the hand Stiles had slyly placed on your lower back, and he inhaled deeply as he realised this was probably going to be the moment you let the secret out. The same secret he’d known for weeks.
You couldn’t contain it anymore, your smile wide as the words finally blurted from your mouth. “Me and Stiles are dating!”
The boy beside you rolled his eyes, mentally cursing you for spoiling the secret when you were the one who insisted on breaking it to him easily. That certainly wasn’t easy, you’d basically just yelled the information in his face. He seemed rather unphased though, which slightly confused you both. Why was he not more shocked?
“I know.” Those were not the words you expected him to say, both your faces morphing into ones of similar confusion. “You know?” you simultaneously asked. It was actually kind of creepy if Scott said so. He nodded his head in confirmation, doing nothing to explain how he knew or how long he’d known. “For how long?”
He paused as he thought about it before a lightbulb went off in his head. “Remember that night at the animal clinic, when you went to get some air.”
Your jaw gaped, eyes widening slightly as you stared in disbelief. “That long, and you didn’t think to say anything?”
He shrugged, smiling at the two of you as he noticed how Stiles’ arm had wrapped around your waist and you were subconsciously leaning into his side. He would’ve noticed the little things like the small touches and looks even if he didn’t already know you were dating, and he would’ve pieced it together eventually. “I thought if you wanted me to know then you would’ve told me. I wanted you to tell me on your own terms.”
It was actually a rather sweet gesture, one that had your heart warming a little bit that he’d taken that extra care to let you get comfortable with it.
“So you aren’t mad we kept it from you for so long?” you asked. That was the one question that had worried you the most when you thought about telling him. You didn’t want to- You couldn’t deal with him being angry at you on top of everything else the three of you were suddenly going through this year. He shook his head, pulling you into a quick hug to reassure you. “I’m happy for you both. And I’m not angry, but I’m glad you finally told me, cause now I can stop pretending I didn’t already know.”
After visiting Scott you headed home with Stiles, planning on staying the night with him to make the rest of your night just as sweet as the beginning had been.
You entered the Stilinski household with a wider grin than Stiles had ever seen, the boy following in right behind you as the two of you headed towards the kitchen to put away the leftovers from the restaurant. Just for a moment everything felt impossibly perfect. You halted in your spot though when you found Noah sitting at the table adjacent to the kitchen, a bottle of some kind of alcohol beside him and multiple case files scattered in the space surrounding his exhausted figure.
“Hey Noah,” you greeted sweetly. He raised his head from his work, offering you a short wave and his son a small smile. “How was your date?”
Stiles made an overexaggerated groaning noise. “The food was to die for.”
“Not that you even tasted it with how quick you were eating,” you teased, poking at his stomach lightly to further your point. “Is that all you can remember from your night?”
He grinned, momentarily forgetting his dad was there as he pulled you into his chest, intending on leaning in to kiss you before the Sheriff cleared his throat. The boy nodded, suddenly remembering where he was. “My date was lovely too, very beautiful girl.”
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat that rushed to your cheeks as you dipped out of his arms so he wouldn’t sense your embarrassment.
“Well, I’m glad you had fun.” Stiles obviously knew his dad inside out, so just from the way he delivered that sentence he could tell there was something major bothering him, and he hated to see it. His dad deserved nothing but happiness, and it hurt his heart a little bit that he didn’t also feel that way.
“Why don’t you go up to my room? I’ll be there in a little bit.” You nodded, sensing it had something to do with him talking to Noah. You pecked his lips lightly before heading upstairs like he’d said, leaving him alone in the room with his father.
It was a good while before he came back, so you busied yourself with filing through some of his stuff while he was gone, after you’d changed into some comfier clothes that happened to be his. You shouldn’t have, but it was only little things like pictures or the little scribbles he’d made in various notebooks of his.
You were focused on a certain picture of the two of you when you were around seven, that’d been pinned on his wall when he came barging into the room, finding you sitting at his desk chair. You turned to face him, a nostalgic smile on your lips as you turned it so he could see, not that he was focused on it at all. “D’you remember this day? Scott was on vacation and you were missing him, so your mom took us both to get-” “I’m a horrible person.”
You frowned, setting the picture down on his desk before shuffling over to him. He barely even took note of the fact you were wearing his clothes, a sight that would usually bring a lovesick smile to his face. He was too far gone in his thoughts to even notice. His hands were frantically running over the short hairs on his head, snapping out of his daze when he felt your gentle touch on his forearms.
“What happened?” you asked quietly. He sighed, eyes welling up a little bit in a way that made your heart clench. “I-I asked if my dad needed help on the case, and he asked me to pour him an ounce of whiskey,” you nodded, eyebrows furrowing to ask if that was all. “I poured way too much because I thought it’d get him to talk about the Hale case with me, b-but he ended up just getting sad and talking about my mom.”
“Oh bub.” He obviously felt guilty about it, bringing a frown to your lips as you guided him into your arms. There was a barely there whimper emitting from his throat, but you heard it, holding him impossibly tighter as you tried to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault.
He wasn’t listening though, and it was getting fairly late, to the point where the best idea was probably to just head straight to bed rather than having a long winded discussion about how he shouldn’t feel guilty. Which would probably only end in him overthinking it anyway.
“Why don’t we just go to sleep? hm?” you whispered. “Then you don’t have to think about it.” He nodded, following you to his bed where the two of you crawled in together. The boy immediately clinged to you like a scared child, his arm slipping over your waist as the big spoon so he knew you were there in his arms. “Goodnight Stiles.” “G’night Y/N/N.”
You weren’t bothered until mere moments after you’d finally fell asleep, pulling a groan from your lips as you buried your face deeper into Stiles’ pillow. He huffed, rolling over to blindly grab his phone to stop the horrible blaring noise. He must’ve accepted the call because you were soon listening to Stiles’ sleepily mumbling something to whoever was on the other end of the phone. But his words eventually became much clearer when something unbelievable was said by the other person. “Okay, okay, I’m on my way.”
You protested when he tried to leave the bed, shaking your head to tell him you really didn’t want him to leave you, not when you were so comfortable how you were. “I have to go meet Scott, he needs my help with something.” His hand gently ran over your hair, the motion only managing to lull you back to sleep.
“Do I have to go?” you questioned. He confirmed that you didn’t and you took that as your sign to drift off back to sleep in what was Stiles’ ridiculously comfy bed. “I’ll come back later, you just get some more sleep.”
You hummed, happily accepting the kiss he planted on your head as he left to get dressed before he could go meet his friend. You didn’t know what kind of trouble they were planning on getting into, but you were too tired to care all that much. “Sleep tight, babe.”
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#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski fluff#stiles stilinski imagines#stiles stilinski one shot#stiles stilinski x you#teen wolf#teen wolf fic
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[for the @calaisreno May Prompts Faire. g-rated today, lol.]
17: chaos
'Daddy! Tiger!'
John, who had been focused on his eReader, finds his daughter standing in front of him with a manic light in her eye. 'Tiger!'
He looks around the sitting room until his eyes land on the plush tiger Sherlock had gifted her those weeks ago, then he holds it out to her. 'Say please, Rosie.'
She grabs onto it and waddles off, definitely not saying anything resembling please. John rolls his eyes, lips twitching.
Two days later, she refuses to leave the flat, which is new and different. 'No, Daddy! Tiger will be lonely!'
John drops his head in defeat. 'Sherlock, will you--' Sherlock reappears, holding the toy, before John has a chance to finish the sentence. 'Thank you,' he says tiredly.
And so forth.
'D'you think she's got an imaginary friend tiger?' he ponders aloud as he and Sherlock wait behind a delicious-smelling Burmese restaurant for some counterfeiters. 'She seems awfully keen.'
'Hmm,' is Sherlock's non-answer, and John huffs, watching as the detective's mind churns through the facts of the case and completely ignores everything else. Some things never change, John thinks. Thank god.
Luckily (?), the mystery is solved the very next day.
Everyone in the household is very sleepy and warm, recharging from the excitement of the past week, so the sitting room is quiet and peaceful in a way it rarely is.
Which means, of course, that it must be shattered.
'Tiger!' Rosie suddenly shrieks from Sherlock's lap, and slides off so quickly she loses her balance but scrambles back up, unfazed, to shamble towards their visitor.
Which is a cat.
A rotund, wide-eyed, orange-striped cat.
'Tiger!' his daughter yells again, and the cat is off like a shot.
'Whoa there,' John says, scooping Rosie up and turning to follow the path of the creamsicle tornado. It's swift, the cat disappearing (back?) into Sherlock's room with alacrity, but surprisingly destructive.
John quickly assesses the aftermath while Rosie squirms to go after her new best friend. The skull is on the ground, books and papers are absolutely everywhere, a couple frames have jumped off the walls somehow, Sherlock's spindly music stand has wilted in terror, and Rosie's toys are, if it's even possible, even more of a chaotic mess than they'd been minutes before.
John closes his eyes and prays for patience. Both his and Sherlock's. But then he hears--
He opens his eyes to find Sherlock laughing. Doubled over laughing, in fact.
'Are you…' John asks dubiously, eyeing him. '... all right? Did it destroy something you hated?'
Sherlock snorts. 'No, no, it's just--' He puts his hands on his hips and clears his throat, the grin echoing on his face. 'Twenty years ago, if you'd told me I'd one day not only be sober, but with a partner and child and now a housepet--' He barks out another laugh, seemingly unable to stop himself.
John grins at the word "partner," then clocks the rest of the sentence. 'Wait-- We're keeping it?'
'Yes!' Rosie contributes with gusto. 'Keeping the tiger!'
Sherlock strides over and plucks Rosie out of John's arms. 'Yes, we are. Inasmuch as one can keep a cat used to the out of doors,' he amends. 'What shall we name him, Rosamund?'
'His name is Reginald,' Rosie says. Or at least, John thinks that's what she says. She's barely two and a half, after all, and John still sometimes feels like she's speaking a foreign language.
Sherlock, though, nods as if he heartily agrees. 'Reginald is a fine name. Your father will have to go and procure some food, a box, and probably some flea-preventative, and then our new friend Reginald will be all set.'
John starts to protest, but both his daughter and Sherlock turn big eyes on him, and he has absolutely no chance. 'Yeah, sure,' he says dryly. 'You can hold down the fort while I do so?'
Sherlock waves a hand, already moving on to walk Rosie around the room, presumably assessing damage. 'Of course.'
'Right.' John shrugs on his coat and heads out.
The last thing he hears is, 'Now, did you know, Rosamund, that a group of tigers is known as an "ambush" or a "streak"?'
Child, partner, cat, John contemplates as he steps out into the grey brightness. It's exactly what he'd thought for himself twenty years ago. Except... nothing like that at all.
Thank god.
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#MayPrompts2024#It's gonna be MAY 2024#johnlock#parentlock#domestic fluff#BBC Sherlock#fluffy ficlet#I just really wanted them to have a soft orange boi ok
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my complete and utter hatred for the current production of chicago on broadway is never quite as vehement as when i see clips of the original 1975 production and how fucking mind-blowingly good it was. i mean come on. gwen verdon and chita rivera and jerry orbach. that staging. that choreography. the things i would do to see it are beyond imagination.
#bee posts nonsense#i HATE you generic black lace costumes and tired mediocre cast and lack of anything that gave the original its bite and brilliance#it's like two completely different musicals!!!#theatre#chicago musical
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The fact that Taylor has released the same amount of albums under Universal/Republic in less than half the time when she was with Big Machine, really makes me wonder about all of the potential things she could’ve done if instead of having to fight tooth and nail for everything, they had granted her more creative freedom and trusted her.
#adding these clarifying tags since this post has gained some traction#the point of this post isn’t ‘omg she could’ve released so many more albums!!’ it’s about the creative choices she could’ve made on existing#projects either in terms of sound or collaboration or what#it’s about the difference in trust the two labels had/have in her#bmg did have a lot of trust and belief in her but as she grew wildly popular there was an effort to rein her in#she’s at a point with umg where she knows they have trust in her that she’s comfortable with releasing music on her own terms#her gut instincts are usually spot on and toward the end of the relationship bmg started to push back#her relationship with them wasn’t horrible from start to end there were a lot of good moments it just started to crumble at the end#taylor swift#midnights#like the difference is absolutely crazy#she’s been with umg/republic for only four/five years and was with BMG for 11 and has released the same number of albums#okay forgive me it’s like 7 am but it’s more like 13-15 years#obviously she didn’t really have to start fighting for stuff until red/1989 but it really makes me wonder#and how she talked in the long pond sessions about being nervous and scared to turn folklore in and their confidence is like 180 from BMG#like they have completely trusted in her and let her do whatever she wants to amazing results#🗒#this got notes*
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People who are like “Omg gen z theatre kids only know *proceeds to list every single musical that came out after 1999*” are the most annoying assholes like hey maybe we just don’t like shit from the 1960’s or we have specific tastes have you ever considered that
#something can be said for people who are like annoyed with people who only know like Hamilton and heathers and ast like they know everything#but they’ll be like ‘gen z only knows Hadestown six bmc deh wicked in the heights heathers rtc-‘#like just say you don’t like modern musicals and move on???#they completely forget that like with different eras you’re gonna get different styles#like of course some people only like musicals from the past two decades that’s just their style#same with people who only like classics#people do this shit with everything like#you know what pop culture is right#could you imagine if we did this shit with like regular music#no shit saw someone say something ab people who only Hamilton and heathers and people were in the comments making whole ass lists and like#SOMEONE SAID LES MIS. THATS ISNT EVEN A POPULAR MODERN MUSICAL AT THIS POINT ITS JUST A CLASSIC#LIKE THAT MUSICAL CAME OUT IN 1980 AND THE BOOK IS LIKE OVER 100#LIKE LES MIS CAME OUT DURING THE CIVIL WAR YOU CANT BE ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY AB IT NOT BEING SOPHISTICATED ENOUGH FOR YOU#sorry for ranting tiktok pissed me off#but didn’t we literally go through this on tumblr in the 2010’s?#I thought we all agreed that was horrible and to not do that again but like when has tiktok ever learned from tumblrs mistakes#madurday night live#musicals#musical theatre
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now that we’re on the topic i would fucking love to read through the sheet music for nerdy prudes must die… not even to play or try and put on my own performance but just so i could read it and follow along with the show to try and work out all the harmonies
#this is a complete hypothetical#i get why it’s not available ofc and why thats not something you can access or even something theyd want to try and market or sell#but in the way of like.#imagine i could check it out of a library and just have one or two watch throughs of the show with it in front of me#and finally FINALLY pick out all the different notes im hearing clearly so it all clicks together in my brain#i dont even really do that much music anymore so my sheet reading skills are probably out the window#regardless imagine how fun that would be to just peruse the score while you listen to the songs#would heal something in me i think#i dont want/need to own it and certainly wouldnt want it for like putting on my own show or reproducing it or anything like that#i just think it would be fun to flip through like a magazine like a coffee table book like a film script#anyway you should all totally buy the bonus content and digital download of npmd if you havent already it is 100% worth it#im having the time of my life#TEAM STARKID I LOVE YOUUUUUUU#npmd#nerdy prudes must die#starkid#tilda rambling
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i find it damn near impossible to get mad at santana’s behavior in 3x06 and 3x07 because i genuinely do think she had the right to be lashing out at everybody. sue me idk
#idgaf if she was mean to kurt and blaine when they were “trying to help” in IKAG#they were the first performance & santana was put under the spotlight by the guy who fully outed her to the ENTIRE STATE OF OHIO & now she#-was expected to be just happy and jolly about some bullshit lady music week to celebrate women as if that has anything to do with wtf just#-happened to her by finn’s hands & of course she was upset because she was only back in the new directions because finn basically#-blackmailed her into rejoining like hello!!! so of course she was snippy with them… and tbh i don’t even think she was being that mean.#i think she’d have reason to be even MEANER actually. that reaction of hers was completely reasonable. and honestly it must’ve hurt seeing#-two people who are meant to Get what it’s like.. participate in that? especially when the last thing she wants is her sexuality that she’s#-still very insecure with Being broadcasted. to the whole damn club. it’s already about to be shown to all of ohio with names addresses#-details about her whole personal life etc like she really didn’t need that spotlight right then she needed to have space and love and#-support… none of which she got.#also the glee writers tend to make a character do a bad thing and then have another character do an INFINITELY WORSE THING#and then they’re like “oh but. the first character was being so mean. this absolutely deplorable and wayyyy too far reaction is definitely#-justified now because that was just so mean of the first character ugh!” and basically spins what happened into showing the first characte#-as the most evil person alive??? as if that’s even remotely true.??? and yes this is about santana cause they do this w her#and quinn. a LOTTTT. like a LOT. rn i’m talking ab santana though so i won’t cover quinn sorry fabrayers… one day!#like yes santana was being mean sure whatever. but finn didn’t have an excuse IDGAF what the hell anybody says about the body shaming stuff#it was mean. yes that’s true. but i don’t think you understand how different those two things are#they’re both bad but the outing is infinitely more despicable and personal and filled with malice and it’s so much more endangering in a wa#-that can’t even be compared to the dangers of body shaming you know. like they’re completely different and the outing thing is just too#-personal and Wrong like. idk. just get that through ur head they’re both so different and finn went way too far and personal. he could’ve#-just mocked her looks if he really wanted to get back at her. mocked ANYTHING else. but he chose the worst thing you could do to somebody#who is scared and in the closet and hurting#also yes santana’s written to be rude a lot of the time but her degree of rudeness in those episodes was Overplayed and def not in characte#like it didn’t feel much like santana’s brand of meanness it was 100% the writers trying to justify finn more because they continued to#-paint finn as the good guy who chose the high road… when that couldn’t be further from the truth thanks. he didn’t choose the high road he#-completely blackmailed santana and used her to make him look good basically. so you can’t change my mind on that Def being a writer issue#and just them Hating Women. especially santana. thanks.#also this is all coming from somebody who loves finn. so. 🤣#i fuckingggg hate seeing people say santana was mean and had no right to be doing all of that in those eps.. BITCH YES SHE DID#like in other eps sure (<- nuanced topic/take) but this one? No. she was justified IDGAF. should’ve been meaner
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GOD. THE INSTRUMENTATION ON "TWO PLANETS APPROACH THE ROCHE LIMIT," BOTH PHASE 1 AND TRANSITIONS AND PHASE 2, BUT ESPECIALLY PHASE 2. THE WAY CERTAIN PORTIONS ARE SO HEAVENLY, BUT THEN IT CONTRASTS WITH THE BOUNCY ASS ENERGETIC SECTIONS WITH VERY VOID-TERMINA ESQUE INSTRUMENTS??? GOD!!!!! WHAT A PERFECT SONG!! IT HAS LIKE EVERY INSTRUMENT AND IT'S PERFECT.
KIRBY OST IS TOO GOOD MAN
#tell me an instrument and I'll try to see if it plays in this song because god. wow... ough....#kirby#im GOING INSANE#termina rambles#this song is like... same situation as one winged angel but like polar opposite in instrumentation#im using the advent version as an example because its more modern remake of it. anyway#OWA is like. mainly guitar with some characteristic flute and choir sections#and p heavy drums#and TPATRL is like... mainly drums and choir but different kinda choir. no lyrics just Aaaa#there are some characteristic metal and synthy sections too. its incredible.#two similar situations and characyers and completely diff instrumentation#anyways that tag ranble was relaly random. i like them both. kirby music so fucking tasty
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#me after a full day of 'your daughter is so pretty she makes me wish i had sons' and 'your daughter is gorgeous i wish my sons were older'#you know whats kind of embarrassing tho#not the last wedding but two weddings ago there was this woman who thought i was nudge nudge wink wink really cute#and she was talking to my mom about me and stuff#well that day i was wearing a black dress and my mom was wearing a teal gharara#and for this wedding we were like its a little soon to repeat outfits but the crowd at this wedding is gna be completely different bc#the families of the bride and groom are from a different village back home#and we were right the crowd was completely different EXCEPT for miss wannabe potential mother in law#so this woman we never see otherwise sees me and my mom wearing the exact same thing as when she saw us last#i wouldve been more embarrassed but my mom said she was wearing the same thing too#anyway they were talking for like an hour#the woman has 3 sons and the one she want me for is the second oldest#i think he's in law school or he wants to go to law school or something#i couldnt eavesdrop too well the music was too loud#but he sounds a little older#anyway my matchmaker mother is not gna skip out on the chance to become besties w that woman bc even if i end up saying no to the rishta#(which is not a rishta yet btw just chatting atm)#a woman with 3 unmarried educated adult sons is like a gold mine in my moms eyes#her eyes were glazed over w the excitement of potential matches#hashtag arranged marriage tings
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That awkward feeling when a PIMI childhood friend sends you an invite to a party in the summer; but you know you’re going to be out of the cult and shunned by then.
What do I even say? Do I lie and say I’ll be there? Do I just not respond?
#exjw#ex jw#I’m not worried about this friend so much; I’m worried about the other friend#because the other friend has awful mental health and not many close friends other than me and maybe one or two other people#This childhood friend is acting very differently than how she did when we were close which could be completely normal#But she seems “spaced out” and very formal whenever I’ve spoken to her (though that could be the allergy meds doing that)#or maybe she knows through her parents through my parents that I wrote about her playlist of “inappropriate” music in my diary#and maybe she got grilled for it#It’s important to note that neither the playlist nor the YT channel were taken down. I can still find them#So maybe she’s not as “in it” as I think she is. But then again she did introduce me to her Bible study so… idk#Maybe it’s a situation of “I’ll take the husband; mom will take the wife; and you’ll take the daughter” but idk#I never had any Bible studies. I went on studies. I got a study shoved off on me when I was eighteen because no one liked her#for being “too much” and “needy” and “not following Jehovah’s guidance and using nicotine patches so she won’t die of a heart attack”#That was a barrel of fucking laughs#(I got reprimanded by the actual sister studying with her#for reading “what happens to your body when you quit smoking” articles to her and encouraging this woman to follow her DOCTOR’S advice)#But I’ve never started a study; nor has anyone passed off a study to me to keep#ex cult
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