#like are y'all hinting at something or am i just very one track minded
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Is it just my gay ass or do they keep making Nobara seem gay
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*Peeks your hoarder status*
So......... y'all got any of them WIPs? 👀 Tbh, I've always been intrigued by that Android Joots...
The android fic has been a little baby of mine for so so long. And I’m so mad at myself for constantly forgetting about it
I wanna finish it, Dangit 😩
So, I’ve decided to give you all the first scene of meeting Android!Jotaro :3
Is this inspired by DBH? Yes, but it’s my own spin on androids too ^^
The plot of course involves romance and this is just one (long) scene, but have an extended sneak peak:
Word Count: 1562
The doorbell ringing caught your attention.
Putting down your book, you got up and started walking to your door, only to hear the doorbell ringing once more. Calling out a soft ‘I’m coming!’ as you sped up, the doorbell rang again and you furrowed your brow for whoever impatient was standing behind it.
Pulling the door open a little harder than you intended, you glared up. “What?” You asked with a hint of annoyance, only for your eyes to widen.
Looking down at you, face devoid of any emotion, stood an android. Your j.o.e.s.t.a.r. Android. “O-Oh, hello.”
He was wearing the standard android uniform of long-sleeved shirt and pants – the dark coloured version. Simple yet effective. His right sleeve sported the android indicator, as if the glowing light on the left side of his head was not evidence enough.
“Good morning. I am the KJ03, serial number 172941, your new android.”
For a second you just stood there, dumbfounded. His voice was very deep and sounded smooth, making you want to blush. At that being your first thought however, you mentally slapped yourself and jump-started into action.
“Uh, come in, sorry!” You stepped aside and let the door open a little wider, giving him room to get inside.
He didn’t say anything but just got inside, walking through the hall and then stopping in the middle of the room, holding his hands in his pockets as he seemed to just… stop.
After twenty seconds of you just staring at his back and him not moving, you walked up to him and around to in front of him. “Uh, are you alright?”
At this, he finally averted his eyes down to you, looking you over for a second and stopping at your feet before turning around and looking behind himself.
“I apologise, I’ve tracked dirt.” Stepping out of his shoes, he bent down and picked them up, turning back to you. “I’ll clean it.” With that, he walked back to the door and put his shoes in the corner. In the same area as yours but still a bit away - out of the way.
“You don’t have to, you know, honest mistake.” You spoke and you could have sworn you saw his eyes soften for a split second before steeling back into what they were before.
“It is my duty as your android.” He opened the broom closet in the hallway without faltering and took out a dustpan and tin, as if he had always known it was stored there.
Furrowing your brows a bit, you simply looked at him for a bit while he cleaned the few atoms of dirt he had tracked inside, getting lost in your thoughts at the same time.
He was a lot politer and more formal than you would have imagined. But at the same time, every sentence he had said so far seemed a bit strained. As if someone dragged to a party and forced to talk and intermingle with others. Did he not want to talk like that but was he being forced to? Could you do anything to make him more comfortable? Make him change his mind about being formal? He seemed really stubborn, would that even be possible?
“Miss L/N.” His voice speaking up snapped you out of your thoughts and you saw him standing right in front of you, bent down slightly to your height to look directly into you eyes. “I asked if there was something else you wanted me to do.”
“Oh, uh…” You looked around a bit, but honestly, you had no idea what to do with an android. “No, not really, sorry. You can just go do something you like?” You said, unsure, and he hummed, standing upright and going to turn away before you stopped him. “Wait!” At this, he stopped turning and looked back at you.
“Yes?”
“Do you have something I can call you?”
“I am the KJ03. Many abbreviate that to Kujo.” He stated but you frowned.
“Would you want to be called by your model number all your life?”
At this, he fully turned to face you again. “I don’t have a life. I don’t die.” He spoke in a deadpan but his words sent a pang through your heart. “I’m a machine, I don’t need a name, personally - other than what kind of machine I am.”
With that, you already had enough. “Hey!” You pointed a finger right at his face, firmly getting his attention. “Stop talking like that! Just because we have different insides doesn’t mean I can’t care nor that you shouldn’t! I name everything, buddy-boy. From my printer, to my plushies, to my plant over there! That’s Marie by the way.” You angrily pointed to the plant standing in the hallway to your left. “Everything deserves a name, and that definitely includes you.”
He was silent while he looked down at you, his face showing nothing, but a faint yellow light was coming from his emotional indicator on his left temple. You didn’t know what exactly that meant but you’d figure it out later.
“So, I will ask again. Do you have something I can call you? Something that is not your serial number or model, I mean.”
“……” He was silent for a few seconds longer before he opened his mouth again. “You can appoint a name for me, should you so desire.”
“W-Wait?! Me?!!” You called out loudly in response and he flinched back a bit, automatically making you quickly apologise before starting to nervously bounce again. “Why me?” You asked nervously and he cocked his head to the side.
“Did you not just say you name everything?”
You, who was biting you nails while staring mindlessly at his chest, looked up at him at that. “Y-Yeah but those were for silly little things! Does that plant look like a Marie to you?” You said while frantically pointing at the tall plant in the pot to your left.
“It looks like a Dracaena Gold Star.” He simply spoke.
You stuck out your bottom lip in worry, going back to biting your nails.
“Don’t do that.” The android in front of you then pulled your hand away from your face and you took a deep breath. “Just take my model if you are that worried. Kujo is fine.”
“No, other people already call you that! I don’t want to copy! Besides, where does the 3 go in that name?” You put your hands on your hips now, staring intently at the KJ03 model number displayed on his shirt on the left side of his chest. As if that would reveal all the answers.
“Did you know a 3 looks a bit like the Japanese kanji for ‘ro’?” You suddenly questioned after a few seconds of intense staring, but didn’t look up, the android also choosing to remain silent while your mind was just spinning. “So… how about something like Jo…ro… or something? No, that doesn’t sound right, it needs something in the middle.” You were just talking your thoughts out loud now and your eyes drifted over to your plant, making you perk up. “Hey, what kind of plant was Marie again?”
“A Dracaena Gold Star.”
“So! How about, Jostarro…? No, that doesn’t sound right either, I don’t want your name to be your line of design, just slightly spelled different.” You mused. “So, we get rid of the ‘s’. And then the double ‘r’ also makes no sense so we’ll get rid of that one too. Then, we are left with… Jotaro.”
With that, you slowly straightened your back and looked up at his face, still seeing him looking down at you.
“Do you like it?”
He didn’t say anything, though it looked like he was going to open his mouth for a very brief second before being stopped, his emotional indicator flashing orange for a very brief second before going back to the neutral white. “I don’t have to like it. Only you do.”
“Do. You. Like. It? I don’t want to ask again.” You threatened lightly and the android in front of you stared for a second, almost contemplating before he spoke.
“Where does the K of KJ03 go in the name Jotaro?”
Opening your mouth, you stopped yourself from speaking before squinting at him, seeing the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Alright, alright. Sarcasm huh? Well, Kan fuck off, that’s where it goes.” You answered back with a smirk of your own.
“Can starts with a C.” He spoke back in the driest tone possible and you snorted.
“So you do got jokes.” You grinned, still getting not much emotion out of him other than the faintest upward curves of his lips, but that was already all you needed.
“That is not correct English.”
You snorted again. “You are right but also shush and let me talk my lingo.” Your finger was sassily waving back and forth again and he followed it with his eyes, making you realise and bring it back down together with your head. “Uhm, so, you do like it, right? I know it is technically still you model number but it is kind of unique and-“
“I like it.” He cut you off and you looked up at him again, seeing the emotional indicator on his temple glow a very faint blue.
#hih answers#jotaro kujo x reader#jotaro x reader#android au#sneak peek to hopefully get you excited on what is to come :3
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[INTERVIEW] Kai - 230313 Recording Academy GRAMMYs: “K-Pop Veteran KAI Feels Freer Than Ever On 'Rover': ‘It's Going To Be A Very Memorable Period For Me’”
"On KAI's third solo mini album, Rover, out today (March 13), the EXO and SuperM member finds freedom through the multiplicity of sounds and concepts that have defined his 11-year journey.
When K-pop's emblematic group EXO debuted in 2012, each member was assigned a superpower as part of their overarching lore. Kim Jongin, then a fresh-faced 18-year-old, was given the ability to teleport, promptly appearing and disappearing throughout their many music videos. He also received an alias: KAI, whose Chinese character "开" means "to open."
Eleven years later, KAI has manifested his nickname; his individual success has opened doors to three solo albums, countless world tours as part of EXO and supergroup SuperM, and several luxury brand contracts (he is an ambassador for Gucci and a representative for Yves Saint Laurent Beauty). It makes sense that he sees himself as someone who can't be constrained — and that he named his third EP Rover.
As the title insinuates, embodying multiple things at once has always been KAI's specialty. He is notoriously shy off-camera, an introvert who stays silent unless spoken to, but who unravels in winding thoughts and warm laughs when comfortable. At the same time, he is also one of K-pop's most lethal performers, with a voice that is as soft as sinful, and ballet-trained movements that spellbind any audience.
Rover is KAI's latest self-actualization. In a Zoom call with GRAMMY.com, he is all smiles as he mentions that this album is the truest to his creative desires so far. Whether visually or sonically, the six-track collection (plus a second installment of his conceptual video series, FILM : KAI, to be released on March 20) fuses everything that he is known for: the teleporting, the hypnotizing dance moves, the many characters he can embody, and his versatility in approaching rhythms that go from reggaeton to R&B.
He ponders about the limitations of social media and receiving love in tracks like "Black Mirror," and "Say You Love Me," while longing for freedom in "Bomba" and the project's title track. "Here I am in your face/ Focus on every single expression/ Y'all buzzin', catch me if you can," he sings in the latter, making reference to one of his favorite movies. In the music video, he also hints at Billy Elliott, another formative movie in his life, while adopting multiple personalities and namesakes. There are no boundaries to KAI's artistry, after all.
Ahead of the release, GRAMMY.com caught up with KAI about the meaning of freedom, his relationship with social media, and how it feels to be an idol for over a decade.
You ask to be called "Mr. Rover" in the EP's title track. Who is Mr. Rover?
That's me! [Laughs.] [The song] has a story about a wanderer and a message of wanting to be free, and since I want to be free on stage, and as an artist in general, Mr. Rover is me.
What is freedom to you?
I put a lot of thought into that, but honestly, I still don't know. I do feel free, and I do feel freedom when I'm on stage, and in order to feel that true freedom, I think it's not just throwing away something that's inside of you. It's more like trying your best and putting more effort into that freedom that you're seeking.
A lot of my fans say that I seem very happy and free on stage. I really want to be like that. I realized that, in order to be free, there's a lot of things that I have to try harder behind the stage.
Indeed, one of your main characteristics is that on stage you are very confident and charismatic, while off stage you are a little more shy and warm-hearted. What's on your mind when you're on stage?
I don't think that much when I'm on stage. This is intentional, because I try not to think about anything and just do my best. Just enjoy that moment. If I think a lot, then it'd be difficult for me to concentrate. I really want to get to that level where I don't have any thoughts and I can just feel free and do the performance as it is.
On stage, you can usually see me smiling and laughing a lot, but that's because the more I get nervous, the more I start smiling and laughing, and the more I enjoy it. Once I feel a sense of pressure is when I truly start to enjoy [it]. I realized that I must be crazy to be enjoying all this nervousness. [Laughs.]
Besides freedom, what are three main words that you associate with this album?
The first one is "SNS" [Social Networking Service, or what Koreans usually call social media], because it's actually a theme in the album. To add up, the album also has a message of loving yourself and not caring about what others think.
As in one of my tracks, "Black Mirror," when the display screen is black, it tells you to see yourself reflected there and to love yourself more. "Say You Love Me" [is] a song about desiring love. On SNS, we care a lot about likes, followers, and what other people think or how they see us.
The second keyword is "performance." It is a very important part of this album, because I really did what I wanted to do. There are a lot of performances to see and hear altogether, so when I was preparing [them], I tried to show different aspects of myself.
And my third keyword would be "happiness," because that is the emotion I felt the most while preparing for this album. I really enjoyed it, and I felt a lot of happiness in my daily life. I think that it's going to be a very memorable period for me.
Since your first keyword is SNS, what is your personal relationship with social media?
Honestly speaking, if I wasn't a celebrity, I think I wouldn't have been using SNS at all. But since I am, I do have to [use] it, and I think of it as a way to communicate with my fans.
In my album, tracks such as "Black Mirror" or "Rover" have a message of being free and loving yourself, and I [prepared] a lot of curated content to show to my fans. I do have a desire for [my fans] to like that, but I want to say that it doesn't matter because, as a human, it's the same for me. I watch YouTube too, I watch all those [Instagram] Reels at night before I go to sleep. So you know, after all, I'm doing the same thing [as everyone].
Your second keyword is performance, and you seem very happy that you could do everything that you wanted for Rover. What new things were you able to show through your performances this time?
The ["Rover"] music video is very well-made and fun, and another FILM : KAI is coming out soon. The first FILM : KAI was released before my first music video [for "Mmmh"], so the role of it was to explain the whole concept and help the listeners understand what I was trying to say.
This time, FILM : KAI is coming out after the music video [for "Rover"], so I think it could be a chance for the viewers to organize their thoughts and compare with what they have been thinking while watching the music video, so they can realize some different charms [within it].
You talked about your first album, KAI (开), and now you're on your third album. What are some of the differences between them, and what have you improved on since your solo debut?
For the first album, when preparing the songs, it was more about finding what I wanted to do as KAI and what I'd like to show people. For the second album, it was more about focusing on what people would like to see and what they wanted from me. I did feel a bit pressured and stressed, but it was one of the steps in the process of trying to find what I really want to do.
For my third album, I was able to find what I want to do and start doing it. As an artist, I grew a lot, but that's why I think it was a new challenge. It's something new that I'm attempting.
If it wasn't for the first or the second albums, the third one wouldn't even exist. I even had some songs that I saved during the [previous] albums because I thought I wasn't prepared before, but now I'm ready to release them to the world. As a soloist and an artist, I'm just developing and growing. There may be a lot of lacking skills still, but this album is very special to me, and I like it a lot.
You've been an idol for more than a decade now. What is the most important thing you learned so far?
Being an idol is a job too. The line between my daily life and my life as a celebrity is very ambiguous. From time to time, I could feel more stressed out, and as it is a job where I can share emotions with the public, there's a bit of pressure on that too.
The most important thing to do is to take care of my mental [health] and mindset, and this realization was a chance for me to grow. I've been thinking deeply on how to become a better person, how to live a happy life as a human being, and I think that, as KAI, I really want to share more positive and happy thoughts with my fans and the people all around the world.”
Credit: GRAMMY.
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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))
AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)
Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n
pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n
pronouns: they/them
other information on the reader:
. faceless
. knows how to code
. artist
. streams them drawing video game characters
. minor
. makes indie / horror games
form: headcanons
genre: platonic, fluff(??)
warnings: horror games / horror mods, ranboo enderwalk lore in his section
abbreviations: y/n -> your name
quackity
okay let's get the obvious out of the way; definitely going to be the type of person that's like "I'm going to play this game first after you're finished" yk? playfully ofc, n playfully fight with anyone who says the same thing (*cough* Wilbur, tommy, dream *cough*)
he probably wouldn't be on your art streams often – he doesn't really enjoy watching people draw, but he would want to see the finished pics
he would happily be on voice chat with you while you're drawing though!! :D
would be proud to answer any questions you have about character / scene / etc designs!!
"quackity!! so for this character – check your dms for a current picture – would red or purple antenna be better? also, two or four antenna?"
"*gasp* you're asking me?? 🥺" /j
"y'know what, nevermind, chat wh-"
"NO WAIT WAIT"
"so what do you think?"
also, if you do end up sending him the finished pics of the art he will hype you tf up !!!!
would try to get you make joke games – not like actually, it's just an ongoing bit between you two!
if you make a game for him – or give him a sneak peek of a game before anyone else he's going to freak out!! and he won't really know what to say bc putting feelings into words is hard
if y'all ever meet up and you're fine w hugs he's gonna give you a huge hug, hoping that makes up for the lack of words to describe how just,, proud of you he is bc he really really is!!
you're not even in your 20s yet and you can make video games, or help with them?? not to mention how creative you are with the characters and story line??? he's amazed by you
might actually cry /pos if you base a character off of him
like let's say a part of a puzzle is to get a rubber duck and place it into a pond to get the next hint or thing you need – only when he plays it on stream, he doesn't know anything about the game, so you're watching and waiting for him to get there
when he does get there – he finds out the duck has a beanie and has a white ring appear around it that flashes to life before fading out after picking it up, signifying it was the right thing to get
at first he doesn't really notice the ring, "oh! that animation is different than normal" he notes, but mainly focuses on the beanie, comparing it to himself before he glances at chat to see them freaking out over the planet duck reference
then he's just talking about it, shocked of course but flattered, and then you type in chat "you helped me a ton with things I couldn't decide during this game, I couldn't not add you! :)" everyone's just :(((( !!! /pos
overall supportive n proud, maybe a bit loud about games in progress, but just a really nice guy in general :)
tommy
he is ABSOLUTELY loud about your games in progress!! if you don't want something said you have to tell that to him before telling him or else he's going to brag about how cool it is the next time he streams
"chat!! chat, y/n is making this new game and they told me that one of the outfits you can collect for the player is going to be based off me!- right!! that sounds pog!!"
if he ever accidentally let's anything slip on stream that he was supposed to say, everyone who's a fan of you is just like "wow! suddenly! I cannot hear anymore!", sometimes they're like that even if it was okay to say
the just like being surprised :)
as for art streams, he'll try his best to tune in but obviously won't be there all the time! he's usually very active in chat too! likes being on call with you while you do art streams if you let him!
he once convinced you to make a texture pack and a shader (meant for both to be active at the same time), the fans loved it and a lot of them use it more often than the original!!
tommy however, not to much, proud of you bc that must've been a ton of work!! but at some time it slipped his mind that you make indie and horror games; I think we all know he doesn't do well with horror games
so you liking horror and such made the textures look more ominous and just make it look like and area you don't want to be in, and the spook goes up even more with the shader!! it's darker than usual, there's unusual fog, the portals look too dangerous now, so on and so forth yk
so,, tommy didn't use the texture pack for long;;
if you ever raid him after you're done streaming and he has a question, he's literally just gonna ask you on stream
"y/n raid? oh! are they still here?" when you confirm you're in chat, he continues "great! okay I had a question about your new game that's going to be available soon and how to download it-"
fans love how casual you guys are about game information, like you had to teach him how to export a game character he made on the website you usually make yours on (it was for a fun stream) and it was just a simple back and forth but everyone's like omg :((( omg them :((
also if you're the type of person to go insane over tiny details in other games, he will absolutely tease you for it
like you can just be going on and on about how this game had a sentence at the start that had a backhanded meaning by the end and he's just gonna call you a nerd (genuinely thinks is cool how much of the small things you notice in games though)
dream
COMPLAINING ABOUT CODING AND HOW HARD IT IS 🤝🤝
and if you took other coding classes hoping that I'd help with video game coding he'd just listen to you talk about it
"I actually took robotics for a while before because the school didn't have any video game coding classes and I was hoping it'd help either way" "oh?" "it,, it didn't help, it's so hard to code robots and considering how fast I caught onto video game code you think it'd be easier to understand the robot code" "yeah, that sounds reasonable" "NOPE,, WHY R THEY SO DIFFERENT I ALMOST FAILED" "D:"
fanartists like those moments, if one of those talks happen expect a bit of fanart of just dream and you chilling while you talk and he listens, the art always gives off comfy vibes n it's just cute :)
offering him to play a semi-rough draft of the demo so that he could see if it's good or what you needed to do to make it more enticing for the player
power duo fr fr o/
people like comparing y'all to hackers sometimes bc y'all know how to code???
you play into the bit with the fans though and honestly it's so fun !!!
fans: omg,, hackers (affectionate),,,
you next time you stream: hacker voice; I'm in
AND THEY GOT SHOCKED??? LIKE THEY FORGOT YOU CAN SEE THE STUFF THEY POST????
wouldn't be able to watch your art streams for long because he would get side tracked, the streams are just too under stimulating for his brain to focus on, but he'd hang around as long as he could though :)
would be glad to be on call with you while you're doing an art stream – though if he has is game sounds on you may occasionally have to repeat a question that was aimed at him
you're also in his streams when you can :)
also, you like sending donations to communicate rather than chat
one stream dream turned off his donos because you wouldn't stop giving him money 💀
being friends with such a popular creator and being a game creator yourself has it's downs as well
nothing thats too hard to deal with – the most common one is actually kinda funny – some people will slide in your dms acting like they're dream and just got locked out of his account, trying to get you to make them a game
like ??? do they think that dream would mssg you over Twitter or insta?? he has your phone number bro ,😭
also!!! when dream plays through new games you made he complements the small things and complements how hard something must've been to code :)
and I'm ngl, he kinda sucks with every game he plays at first but he's a quick learner so dw :)
would be glad to help if you're having a difficult time choosing between things too! except he'll answer right away without any teasing
"dreammm" "y/nnnn" "for this area should I do like shattered stone walls or mossy stone walls like with vines n stuff?" "depends on the vibe you want, shattered stone would give it a dangerous and uneasy undertone and mossy stone would be more of ominous, if that makes sense?" "oh! okay, thank youuu!!"
ofc if you didn't have a specific vibe or couldn't choose which was better he would just give a straight up answer so you didn't stress out trying to choose one \o/
would absolutely like being a guest in a drawing stream, he isn't the best at art or character design but it's fun to see him try
maybe you both plus some friends do a "drawing Minecraft mobs from memory" stream? ,, with that the thing is; his would mostly be relatively accurate if you could understand wtf he was drawing 😭
dream may or may or have some of your art as his phone homescreen, he loves your style so much :(( /pos
ranboo
first off; he's incredibly impressed!! like!!! you made this game?? this playable game, completely from scratch??? how??
also you may or may not have made a small Minecraft mod for him to tryout on stream,, little gift from you to both chat n ranboo 🤲
its literally all based off his lore,, if you get close to obsidian and crying obsidian fallen down from Undertale starts playing, if you splash water on yourself 1) you get hurt 2) your screen blacks out and when it comes back, your in a different place than before, some things art taken, maybe a few extra things are added
and there's a 50% chance that when you go into your "enderwalk" state (the blackout) you blow something up, so there may or may not be an explosion somewhere nearby, you also have a 20% chance of building something small in you enderwalk state :)
he found it so incredibly cool!!! chat was crying while complementing you while ranboo thanked you and complemented you over n over again
he won't shut up about how cool the mod is for several weeks, maybe even a few months, it's just so cool!!
will absolutely use it as a comeback if you let him; "oh? you got first place? well y/n made me a really really cool mod, so who's the actual winner here?"
will absolutely play every single game you come out with – it doesn't matter if it's his style or not – and he thoroughly enjoys all of the games as well
as for art streams, he will absolutely try to tune in every time he can!! active in chat and donos!!
doesn't really like being in art streams – like in call is fine but actually drawing? not really, he just doesn't love drawing in front of a ton of people
but will join an art stream if you ask
will listen to you rant about whatever, even if he doesn't understand it! like will listen to you go on and on about how well a game set up the atmosphere or maybe talking about how difficult coding is, and he'll converse back with you but won't really understand yk?
"ranboo I just played a really cool game do you wanna hear about it?" "yeah yeah- of course!!" "ok so like, the atmosphere was so well put together- like it was a horror game and I didn't even see the monster but the vibe was so well put together that it was still unnerving!!" "that's awesome! how did the atmosphere get set up the best and when you saw the monster, was it scarier?"
yk what I mean? like engages in convo so you don't feel bad about talking so much, plus shows his interest without the constant "hm?" "cool" etc a lot of people do and even though he does talk more than the acknowledgment sounds many people make he also manages to almost never sidetrack you and when he does it's on accident :)
if your way of learning is teaching then he'll gladly be the person you teach it to if you want! most likely won't use the information therefore his brain won't retain it but that's not on you, and the whole reason is so you can learn, not him, so! ^^
will make sure to take care of yourself, and he has a through way of telling if you have or not bc he's known you for long enough to know that even if you try to hide it a little bit of your tired voice shows so he knows if you've been sleeping like you should
also friends with you on discord, where you have your Spotify attached,, you like listening to music while you work on things that aren't sound related and if it's active later than it should be he's going to confront you
overall wholesome mixed in with a little pain bc both of you are like "ah yes, lore <3" and like to see fans cry /lh
niki
I feel like this is expected but if you need to get extra motivation she would probably be your go-to
she hypes you up but like, in a sweet and quiet kinda way, where as everyone else here would probably be relatively loud ;;
honored to be on an art stream if you invite her :')
and would absolutely watch your art streams when she can :D hypes you up in chat
also compliments, tons of compliments!
might call you a prodigy? bc you're so young but can already make games?? and make income off of them?? and do really good art??? and so much more??? like tell me that's not prodigy energy,
if you make a video game character based off her she might cry,, like in a positive way obviously but like at the same time :(( no don't cry!!
I say might bc it's dependant on how she feels that day yk? like she might just have the almost-cry wobble to her voice or she might actually, if that makes sense?
she genuinely loves your art style!! even if it's pointy and kinda creepy she really likes it!!
yk the "awww (name) :(" /pos she does sometimes? 100% does that with you
there are a few compilations of just "aww y/nnn" on YouTube and all the comments on those videos are just crying over y'all /pos
would be happy to help if you're stuck between some options in a game, but would feel kinda bad bc it's your game, you're supposed to be the one choosing the stuff
assure her that it's okay n stuff n she'll be ok tho !
I can't decide if she would play your games or not
bc on one hand she's a huge supporter of you and your work and would like to experience it first hand
but on the other hand she isn't the best with scry games,,
so maybe she'd do both? maybe she'd react on stream to a playthrough, maybe your playthrough? or maybe she would only play some of your games? I haven't decided so up to you I suppose!
jack manifold
genuinely amazed by your talent and will make it quite clear!!
can and will go on tangents about you on stream if someone brings it up
everyone is so :(( <333 /pos bc of it
will play the games you've made as soon as he can
if there are different games that line up in a story he'll make sure to play them in order :)
people also sometimes compare you two to hackers bc you code a ton and he kinda looks like a hacker
difference here is that both of you play into the bit, it's tons of fun!!
listen, I know he doesn't draw much but I am a firm believer that he will doodle his favorite character(s) from your games after he's done playing them
like after he plays a game of yours then expect a small doodle in your texts :)
you compiled a bunch of these doodles into one picture and made it you phone background and he only found out after y'all met irl and it caught the corner of his eye and he registered "oh hey wait that looks familiar"
he found out while recording the vlog n when editing, the editor was like "hey let's leave this in, it'd be funny if the fans knew right?" ,, the fans were crying for two weeks,, /pos
and speaking of drawings; he would like to be on a drawing stream with you, thinks it's be tons of fun!! :D
and he's usually free to call while your streaming and doesn't mind so if you wanna talk to him while drawing just call :)
and he will watch the streams he can make it to!! he may leave a bit early but he stays for the majority of it
if you make a character based off of him he's going to constantly thank you and brag about how cool you are anywhere he can
"hello manifolders, if you haven't done it already go download (game name)! I'm there!" with a ss of his character from the game and he'll reply to the tweet on his alt to talk more about the game and how much he really liked it :)
another that'll help you were you need it! he'll make it into a joke before anything else, but he'll get to the point
taglist (sorry i forgot to do it on the past two): @cvsmixplant // @l0ver0fj0y // @youngstarfishdinosaur
#asked and answered#request#headcanons#platonic!reader#platonic fanfic#platonic x reader#jack manifold x reader#niki x reader#dream x reader#tommy x reader#quackity x reader#ranboo x reader#streamer!au#mcyt x reader#streamer!reader#streamer!y/n#fanfic#headcanon#☁️ anon#game dev!reader#game dev! reader#artist!reader#artist! reader#platonic ranboo x reader#platonic dream x reader#platonic tommy x reader#platonic quackity x reader#platonic niki x reader#platonic jack manifold x reader#jack x reader
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if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?
i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D
if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)
"who says we can't do something on our own?"
(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)
cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)
I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind
"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.
What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:
"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.
"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.
Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.
"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.
You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.
"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.
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With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.
The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).
A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).
After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"
The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.
"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.
The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.
That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?
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In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.
"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?
Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"
"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"
"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"
"nope :)"
You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.
In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.
"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."
"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."
"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.
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After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.
You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.
And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.
Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.
"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.
"Who says we can't do something on our own?"
#did not know how to end oops#mamamoo x reader#hwasa x reader#mamamoo hwasa#ahn hyejin#hwasa fanfic#hwasa imagines#hwasa#mamamoo fic#mamamoo imagines#mamamoo scenarios#girl group fanfic#girl group imagines#girl group scenarios#kpop#kpop fic#gg fic#gg fanfic#requested
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I’m wondering if Ian was thinking that Mickey had forgotten or was not that into celebrating the anniversary, because he thought that Mickey was still mad about the West Side move? Do you have any thoughts on what Ian might have been thinking when he was dropping his hints throughout the day and Mickey was brushing them off? (Especially the scene right before they went into the party)
Oooh, fun! Thanks a lot for this–I've been thinking about that scene on the sidewalk quite a bit so I'm very grateful for the chance to prattle on about it!
@dreamylyfe-x has written about how Ian was probably trying to suss out how Mickey wanted to play this–are they a couple who do anniversaries or are they not–and I think that's quite likely what's going on, and why Ian hasn't planned his own thing or prepared a gift or whatever. I can see him, in the weeks leading up to the big day, fishing a little, trying to see if Mickey will bite, looking for a hint about what would be appropriate for them to do to celebrate their first year as husbands. Only, no hints arrive; Mickey never bites; Mickey pretends to not notice Ian's increasingly transparent attempts at fishing.
One might reasonably wonder why Ian doesn't just ask what they're doing for their anniversary if that's something he's been thinking about. So, you wanna do something for our anniverssary? Would have been dead easy, right?
Thing is, I don't think Ian's actually bothered about what they'd end up doing; that isn't the point. I think that Ian wants their anniversary to mean something to Mickey. It's fine if Mickey doesn't want to do anything special, but Ian wants Mickey to remember and acknowledge that this is a special day for them, and he wants Mickey to do so of his own volition. He doesn't want to have to push it, he doesn't want Mickey to go along with whatever just because he wants to make Ian happy, he wants Mickey to care because it-–their commitment, their marriage, their wedding day–means something to him too. Ian's been pretty good at reassuring Mickey this season (and the last) but sometimes I think Ian might need a little reassurance, too? Just... for Mickey to volunteer that he knows their big day is coming up.
(By the by, your ask really made me realize that Mickey's out there secretly arranging this party while being actively upset over having to move and feeling all sorts of lost and unhappy and maybe throwing a few chairs. Once he got back from stealing the neighbors laundry, did he send Lip a text to check on the snack situation? Did he stop to remind Debbie to bring the decorations before leaving the Gallagher house in the morning after the incident with the annoyingly bright moon? Did he take a call from the accordion player to confirm that yes, At Last, that's what I fucking said, who cares if it's hard, what the fuck am I even paying you for before pulling up some cinnamon challenge videos on his phone? Like, that must have been so weird for Mickey, putting this whole thing together even as he questions whether Ian thinks he needs to change to fit in with Ian's visions of the good life.)
But yeah, Ian doesn't ask and maybe he actually loses track of the whole thing a little bit, what with the sudden move to the West Side and the falling out over that. Maybe he's quite genuine when wondering if it's the 20th or 21st, or maybe it's just the first of several attempts that day to jog Mickey's memory; either way Mickey shows no signs of knowing it's anything other than a regular maybe Thursday (it's a Wednesday) and... that probably hurts Ian's feeling a bit. It's fine if Mickey doesn't want to celebrate, but how can he–who broke up with Ian over him hesitating about getting married and who then spent so much time planning the goddamned wedding–not know that it's their fucking wedding day? It doesn't make any sense, does it? So... that must means he doesn't care, right? Or is he still pissed... ? To actually answer your question about what Ian's thinking, I'd argue that Ian quite simply isn't sure and he doesn't want to ask and that's why he keeps on dropping these hints, getting more and more annoyed with Mickey's seeming failure to connect the dots or make any sort of comment on it. (@damngcoffee has pondered if this might have influenced his initial insistence they take the crib in spite of Mickey saying no, and with that in mind I do wonder if it might not have pushed him to go off on the Trump supporter?)
In the end, Ian gives up on Mickey volunteering anything. He needs to know. “Do you seriously knot know what today is?” he asks, and I think it's interesting to note that once they've established that no, Mickey (a liar) doesn't know, Ian softens. “One year ago today,” he says, with that smile, a little shy but a little hopeful too. Soft, in love, happy to mark this occasion with Mickey. It's not great that Mickey didn't remember, but at least that means he didn't ignore it because he doesn't care, so... sure, they'll take it from here.
Except Mickey gives every impression of still not giving a damn and the ways I feel bad for Ian here are... I mean, I know it'll be all right in just a moment, but argh. My heart. (Surprise parties can be a bit of double-edged sword, really, if the surprise hinges on convincing the subject of celebration that they've been forgotten. Consider them carefully.) Also worthy of note is how Ian, even though he's justifiably hurt and disappointed and upset, doesn't start an argument or take off. He follows Mickey into the bar instead–and is of course immediately shocked and awed to the point of barely being able to speak.
As I've noted in the tags of a GIF-set of this scene, I believe that mixed with Ian's overwhelming astonishment and love for Mickey there's a slight and initial feeling along the lines of you asshole you set me up you just stood outside and pretended like you didn't care you're a bastard. Just, the way he looks at Mickey, shakes his head slightly, right before the I love this man? It's not unresonable for him to feel, fleetingly, that he's been made a fool of, if just a little and with the best of intentions? Ian's proud, y'all! (And probably also not at all comfortable being expected to make a speech–and one that somehow lives up to Mickey's gesture–while still reeling from the sudden turn the evening took.) But that feeling is really very fleeting, because not only did Mickey not forget, he went out of his way to make this day really special for them both. Planned the whole thing and even brought in family and friends, all for Ian. Once he recovers from the shock, Ian feels nothing but such intense joy and love and gratitude, and whatever disappointment he experienced earlier fades entirely in the face of that. ❤️
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an absolutely massive Haikyuu!! fic rec pt. 2
IwaOi this time around. My favorite ship. The world’s favorite ship...there’s so many
Undecipherable, by ioo (4k. G. canonverse)
I’m pretty sure the author meant ‘indecipherable’, nevertheless! I am appalled that this work doesnt have more hits. Y'all are sleeping on it and that's not okay.
The sound of the door slamming against the wall has Hajime startling back to the present. He looks at the source of the disturbance and finds himself face to face with Oikawa, red in the face with breathlessness and a leather-bound notebook tightly clutched in both of this hands. When he spots Hajime, he makes a beeline for the bench and slaps it down right next to him.
"Koi no yokan," he says. "The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love."
primavera, by tothemoon (8k. T. canonverse)
All of tothemoon’s works read so beautifully
They say it takes twenty-six years, for certain breeds to fully bloom.
Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run), by ricekrispyjoints (27k. M. canon-divergence)
I've read this work so many times. Like, so many times and I’ve never tired from it. Gorgeous. The shift from friendship to romance felt so natural, love it.
"I'm not healing like I should be."
In his second year of university, physical therapy just isn't cutting it. Oikawa's knee is getting worse, and he can't hide it anymore.
Or: the light angst, project-your-own-life-experiences-on-Oikawa knee surgery fic you didn't know you wanted.
Priorities, by weirdmilk (2k. T. canonverse)
Kissy, kissy.
‘I just -’ Oikawa begins, ‘it might be difficult to get married, sometimes, I think.’ He chews on his lip.
Iwaizumi makes a questioning noise.
‘Ah,’ Oikawa says, and then, in a rush, ‘if I didn't want a wife at all - what then? If I said that to you. If I told you I can’t see it. Like - the wedding dress. The bride. I just can’t see it.’
Iwaizumi swallows again, his heart beating much faster than the conversation warrants. He wonders whether Oikawa can hear it. ‘You’re eighteen. You aren’t supposed to see it yet.’ He snorts. ‘I mean - if we’re sharing shit, I’ve never even kissed a girl.’ He doesn’t mind admitting it. It’s not something that bothers him - he’s never prioritised girls very highly, and despite Oikawa’s largely undeserved status as Miyagi’s most eligible teenage bachelor, he doesn’t think Oikawa has ever wanted a serious relationship with any of his fan club, either.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi can't sleep before their first practice match with Karasuno.
Before Midnight, by fathomfive (2k. G. canonverse)
Reads like a fairytale.
The sky turns, the seasons turn over, and Iwaizumi and Oikawa track the movements of the stars. Nothing is ever quite constant, but it's close enough.
The grass is stiff with frost. They walk in silence past the raked-over vegetable garden and up the back hill, footsteps crackling, and stand side-by-side at the top of an incline that used to seem much bigger. Iwaizumi glances over but Oikawa’s already gone, eyes searching the sky with no hint of hurry, just a kind of reverent patience.
make a bet, keep a promise, by raewrites (13k. M. canonverse)
Bet still on.
Sometimes, in still moments, Iwaizumi wonders why out of all the people on earth he ended up with Oikawa Tooru. Why it’s his face that lingers on his fading conscious in the last moments before he falls asleep, in the first blurry seconds upon waking up again. Why when he looks to his side, he expects Oikawa to be there in the same way he expects to see five fingers on both hands, a natural extension of himself, ever present.
Why he can’t imagine a future without Oikawa in it.
It begins with a bet made between the two boys in the mid-summer of their eighth year. It starts with volleyball, but like with most things involving Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime, things are never quite that simple.
our hearts still beat the same, by knightswatch
two birds, by thelittlebirdthattoldyou (5k. T. canonverse)
Of heartbreaking letters and paper crane wishes.
Five months into the term, two months after he’s stopped replying to Oikawa’s texts, the first package arrives. A small square box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, and Hajime almost trips over it on the way to his dorm.
There’s a letter attached.
Oikawa doesn’t know how many times he’ll have to put his feelings down on paper before Iwaizumi believes them.
Through My Eyes, by anchoringsouls (2k. G. canonverse)
Okay! Okay, we were doing great with the soft, happy love up until the last part! That's great, just great!
“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”
in time it could be ours, by deusreks (3k. T. canonverse)
Anyone wanna go back in time and make a time capsule with me only to dig it up years later and we’re actually in love?
Set post Seijou's match with Karasuno. There's a moderate amount of rolling in the dirt. No pajamas were hurt in the writing of this fic.
There, in their joint backyard, was Oikawa Tooru, clad in his silly luminescent space pajamas, digging a hole near a cherry tree.
“What the hell, Oikawa.”
Tooru stubbornly continued digging. He looked pitiful in that moment; everything that was grand about him in daylight was meaningless in the darkness. He was only a boy with a shovel whose broken heart mirrored Hajime’s own.
we can do better than that, by spaceburgers (16k. M. canonverse)
Of course, of course, the IwaOi road trip fic. AnD thErE wAs ONly OnE bED!
Oikawa and Iwaizumi go on a road trip during the summer after their high school graduation. It doesn't go as expected, but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.
They Say it Rains Diamonds on Jupiter, by exsao (35k. T. canonverse)
I don't know, just gorgeous. Hajime’s so in love.
"You're in love with him."
Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.
"Yeah," he says instead.
He's never been good at lying, anyway.
Midnight boys/sunset town, by carafin (10k words. T. Housemates AU):
The author says they played off of the fact that Oikawa oftentimes forgoes his sleep in order to work, and wrote it so that he doesn't sleep at all. This was so cute, kinda sad, mostly not. Love how Iwaizumi just goes along with whatever crazy stilch Oikawa is on.
In which Iwaizumi Hajime grows a few chili plants, participates in an eating contest, breaks into a park, and falls in love with a man who doesn't ever sleep - not exactly in that order.
5 Reasons Why Iwaizumi Hajime's Flatmate Is A Complete Weirdo (An Incomplete List)
1. He's obsessed with that stupid bucket list of his.
2. He's the proud owner of seven truly ugly, criminally hideous movie posters with aliens on them, which he insists on pasting all over the damn living room.
3. He's always stealing Hajime's sweatshirts.
4. Sometimes, he wakes Hajime up for breakfast. At 5AM. On Saturday mornings.
5. He literally never, ever sleeps.
The Best I Ever Had, by FindingSchmomo (62k words. T. Canon-divergent):
You’ve read it, your mum’s read it, your dog has probably read it (you really need to take facial recognition for him off your phone, he’s got some weird nighttime habits). So basically this fic caused me physical pain and then pumped me full of morphine and now I’m good! Beautiful read, hated Oikawa for a while, Iwaizumi is the only boy I would ever feel safe alone with.
A story of separation and time lost. Oikawa and Iwaizumi lose contact, and life goes on. Now, a decade later and back in Japan, Oikawa wonders if he can pick the pieces back together, despite knowing Iwaizumi has moved on. A story of their past, present and future, pieced together by shaky hands.
darlin', your head's not on right, by aruariandance (13k words. T. canonverse)
Again, I’m pretty sure anybody who's anybody has read this fic and for good reason! Super sweet realizing you're in love fic. Makes me reconsider wanting to get married.
'“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”
Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening.
“I was thinking our Aoba johsai colors to go for more, you know, softer tones? Besides, I’ve always looked great in that sea foam green color. Oh, and I guess you look decent in it, too.” He grins, saccharine sweet, and Iwaizumi has never been so tempted to knock one of his perfect pearly white teeth right out of his stupid mouth."
or,
Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.
the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle, by kittebasu (66k. T. canon divergent)
Is this one of the most famous Iwaoi fic? I don’t know. Looks like it, I know it's my personal favorite. Where Oikawa studies bugs for a living and can’t seem to come to terms with his feelings. Very angsty, love that in a fic.
Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.
Terrarium, by sausaged (11k. T. Post-canon)
Honestly, I’m so surprised this fic doesnt have more hits! It’s so good! Made me ache! I love the memories and character growth shown through the growing of the terrarium, absolutely adore that kind of symbolism. So beautiful, give it some love because it's one of my absolute favorites.
He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).
At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?
Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?
A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.
Lips like sugar, by ohhotlamb (8k. T. canonverse)
Why did my childhood best friend never offer to help me practice kissing only for us to realize we were only interested in each other? I had a fake high school experience.
Hajime is offered to learn the art of kissing from a true professional, one Oikawa Tooru. It's not as bad as he thought it would be.
Falling Slowly, by bravely (commovente) (3k. T. canonverse)
So special, imagine loving one person, and one person only like this for the entirety of your life. This is getting too sappy, I want off of this ride.
over the years, some things change; but over the years, some things stay mostly the same.
(alternatively, mornings with oikawa and iwaizumi over the years).
No sleep in the city, by loveclouds (7k. T. canonverse)
Mass/volume = Iwaizumi, apparently. (Please. If anyone gets this absolutely horrific joke, lets elope).
Along their journey to find Tokyo's best ramen, Iwaizumi finds himself asked again and again why Oikawa is still single.
Time, by surveycorpsjean (5k. E. canonverse)
Growing older together.
When they're twenty-three, their story only begins.
Everything With You, by Ellessey (14k. E. canonverse)
Came damn near to crying, you can just feel Iwaizumi’s pain. Fight scene was probably the most emotion evoking one I’ve read in a long while.
‘Hajime still loves Oikawa, but he understands now. Oikawa can't look at him and see someone he could potentially date.
And that makes it easier to not focus on the little things that used to drive him crazy—Oikawa's long legs, the way he's always hanging off of Hajime, how his whole face changes when he gets ready for a jump serve, and he looks like he could take on the entire world and win.
This new arrangement though, this living together situation, is presenting a new set of variables that must be adjusted to, and the nakedness is one of them.’
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For years, being Oikawa’s best friend has worked out fine. Hajime is hopelessly in love with him, but it’s enough. Then Oikawa—who, by all accounts, has never been anything but determinedly, assuredly straight—gets a boyfriend. Or a boy friend-with-benefits. Hajime doesn’t know, and he doesn’t give a shit about the definition.
What he knows is that remaining best friends is starting to seem a bit too painful (way too painful) to be considered a solid option.
The Best Best, by rikke (12k. T. canonverse/future fic)
Takeru is a whole mood. Don’t want kids, but I do want domesticity and this fic feeds me well.
“Congratulations, Iwa-chan! You’re a dad!” Iwaizumi hears as soon as the door opens. He’s dealt with Oikawa for all of his twenty-one years of age now, but this declaration is still sufficiently disturbing enough that he turns from his place on the couch and braces himself for whatever Oikawa has done this time.
Or the one where Iwaizumi and Oikawa babysit Takeru for a week.
cheek kisses, by ohhotlamb (G. 3k. Future fic)
Sooo cute!!
“Every time,” Hajime murmurs, “every time I see you again I remember how fuckin’ crazy I am about you.”
Routine, by snoqualmie (2k. T. canonverse)
Again, anyone wanna be my childhood best friend so we can put face masks on each other and fall in love? I died, truly.
Iwaizumi is fourteen years old, horny too often and angry all the time, and he’s just starting to notice that Tooru’s legs are really long, that his lips are kinda soft looking, and his fingers feel good pressed under his jaw.
Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad, by sunsmasher (19k. G. canon divergence)
Be wary, I would give this fic an upper rating to probably Teen and the follow-up fic is Explicit. But, Oikawa on the Japanese national team is just a dream as is, but add in a rekindling friendship and an angsty make out sesh? Mwah, delizioso.
It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years.
He has, however, sent Iwaizumi tickets for the 2024 Los Angeles Summer Games.
“So go,” says Matsukawa's voice. “It’s only a few weeks. You’ve got a whole city to hide in if it gets awkward, and if it doesn’t get awkward, well…”
It’s like watching the future reconfigure, like being in high school again, watching team after team fall to Oikawa’s faultless planning and shameless charm.
“I’ll get to watch a whole lot of volleyball,” Hajime says, and resigns himself to fate and/or Oikawa Tooru.
“Hey, when you get there, can you bag a gymnast for me?” Hanamaki asks, and Matsukawa squawks.
Chasing Paper Suns, by carafin (10k. T. Future fic)
Again with the growing up and coming back together, this time with more angst than the last. Lovely, really lovely read.
Post-high school, Oikawa makes it to the national volleyball team but Iwaizumi doesn't. The next three years become an exercise in growing up without growing apart.
Some days Hajime likes to think of himself as Oikawa’s counterpart—the two of them blending into a single devastating unit, the invincible setter and his unyielding ace, the bond between them unbreakable and true. Other days he feels like he is chasing after a rising sun, always running and running with his eyes fixed on the distance, trying to cross a chasm that stretches on without end, caught in an endless and exhausting pursuit.
the yellow room, by ohhotlamb (14k. T. canonverse/future fic)
Makki and Mattsun see bullshit and call you out on your bullshit.
“I told you, we broke up like six months ago. We’re not dating anymore.”
Hanamaki eyes him suspiciously. “You live together.”
“Yeah, so?”
“There are pictures of you two kissing stuck to your refrigerator.”
Hajime shrugs. “That wasn’t my idea. Anyways, they’re good pictures. Good lighting.”
the river runs, by tothemoon (11k. T. post-breakup)
My heart ACHES. Happy ending, promise! Just read it.
One year since their breakup, Oikawa Tooru starts a list of daily reminders, tips, and tricks called HOW TO FORGET ABOUT IWAIZUMI HAJIME, and he’s determined to make it stick.
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This is a firsthand account of how to deal (and rather spectacularly, at that).
I sure hope that guy gets fired, by Xov (29k. T. canonverse/time loop au)
The only thing better than one confession, is MULTIPLE confessions. Oikawa trusts Iwaizumi unshakably, and that's beautiful.
It was the fourth time experiencing the exact same day that Iwaizumi Hajime reluctantly admitted to himself that something was very wrong.
my only friend was the man in the moon (until i met you), by ohhotlamb (7k. T. canonverse)
Just so innocent and sweet. Oikawa said ‘effort’.
In which Oikawa has a life-altering revelation, and Hajime is starting to think it involves him.
Bet On It, by originalblue (13k. E. canonverse)
Tooru being nice for a week? That can only end one way… with a d*ck in Hajime’s mouth.
Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.
especially for tender ones like us, by viverella (17k. T. canonverse/post break-up)
Gods! See? See what I mean? How could I forget about a work as heart wrenchingly beautiful as this? Give it some love, actually, all of the love.
The worst part of it all, Tooru thinks to himself sometimes, is that even as they fought and kicked and screamed and tore each other to shreds, it was never that Tooru stopped loving Iwaizumi any less. The worst part of it all, he thinks, is that loving Iwaizumi turned out to not be enough.
(OR: on finding the right person at the wrong time and learning how to pick up the pieces)
sunset town, by skiecas (33k. T. canon-divergent)
Another work that I just CANNOT understand why it doesn't have more hits. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I almost cried.
In the summer of 2020, Oikawa Tooru returns home from his first successful stint as captain of Japan’s national volleyball team. In one hand, he holds the undisputed weight of an Olympic medal, and in the other, his unresolved feelings for a childhood best friend.
Two years down the road, reconciling his lifelong dream with his lifelong love proves to be the greatest challenge.
of odd numbers and intimate regrets, by bravely (commovente) (5k. T. post-canon/one night stand au)
Basically, Tooru and Hajime sleep together after not speaking for seven years and of course there’s feelings and angst and a belated chance at happiness and a life together.
Tooru’s spent the last seven years of his life in a carefully constructed schedule that is, he realises now, as much a habit as it was a way to forget about the person in front of him.
[or, the one night stand AU between two people more than friends but not quite lovers, measuring the passage of time in distance and long-gone memories, the expansion and contraction of the spaces between their fingers each time.]
cross my heart, open wide, by acchikocchi (7k. T. canonverse)
Super cute, super short. Realizing you're on a date with the wrong person one-shot.
For a minute Hajime doesn't know what to say. Everything and nothing crowds his mind, leaving no room to think. That he's never tried this. That volleyball's over. That he's graduating in five months. That it would be really nice, at least once, to go on a date with a good-looking guy.
Hajime goes on a date. It's not with Oikawa.
Fernweh, by oikawashoyo (19k. G. canonverse/post time skip)
A mature(ish) Tooru?? I love works that show Tooru growing and living happily in Argentina and this one is just beautiful. (Plus! Plus, Skai did a piece on it as well and I love ALL their work so you can visualize everything). Love it.
Argentina is stretching out before him, an opportunity, a challenge. He is reminded of his losses, his insecurities, his disappointments; sees them form a tall, tall wall blocking his path to success. He takes a deep breath and knows he is going to shatter it.
In which Oikawa's whole life is spent longing for the horizon — in the form of a dream, a home, and a boy.
i breathe easily in your arms, by orphan_account (2k. M. canonverse)
Soft, soft sex
When, after completing their high school graduation ceremony and heading home to enjoy their freedom, Oikawa had pulled him into his room and pressed his lips hesitantly against Iwaizumi’s own, it seemed an inevitable development in the unfolding narrative of their shared existence.
Despite years of having a bed to himself, the sensation of another body taking up space in his sheets, curling against his chest, creating warmth, feels natural in much the same way.
old and new, by Mysecretfanmoments (5k. T. canon divergence)
Finally a fic where they don't freak out on confession and it's sweet.
“You seem—sad.” Was that the right word? Others sprang to mind: desperate, lonely, anxious.
Tooru looked away. “Are you going to make me say it?”
“Say what?”
Tooru folded his arms, sighed. “I missed you, of course.”
Hajime swallowed.
“No need to look that way. I told you, I’m not one of your macho man buddies. I’m allowed to say stuff like that without being embarrassed—”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Hajime complained. “No need to be so defensive. I’ve missed you too.”
“Oh?” Tooru seemed to get a little of his own back, leaning forward on his elbows. “What about me did you miss?”
((Going to separate universities, Hajime and Tooru learn the true meaning of "distance makes the heart grow fonder"))
all i wanted was you, by spaceburgers (6k. E. college/fwb au)
This was more emotional than I thought a 6k friends with benefits fic could be, okay? Okay.
Wherein Hajime and Tooru are fuck buddies, Hajime curses his treacherous heart, and Tooru is bad with feelings.
we shine like diamonds, by whitemiists (26k. T. canon divergence)
I couldn't not include this work. It deals with internalized homophobia so well and I really resonate with it.
In all seriousness, I’m very lucky to live in a country where my sexuality is widely accepted and my heart goes out the LGBTQIA+ peoples who are forced to hide themselves. You are loved and your sexuality and gender-identity are not wrong and never will be.
Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.
"You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."
Look For Him, by Leryline (18k. E. canonverse)
A collection of kisses. I love Hajime’s grandmother.
She laughs gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so heartbroken before, Hajime.”
Iwaizumi sighs and prods at the mackerel with a chopstick. “Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just different, you know? Like Oikawa pissed me off so much that now he’s not here I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“But you weren’t always annoyed with him, were you?” his grandmother smiles serenely and takes a sip of her tea. “My, my, Hajime, old women see everything. I saw you out there with my finches, when you were kissing Tooru’s nose. Your mother and father used to do the very same thing, you know, when they were younger. And look how long they’ve lasted. I hope you and Tooru last, Hajime. He’s very good for you.”
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Oikawa has kissed Iwaizumi more times than either of them can count; it’s a constant thing, their lips never really leaving the other’s skin. There are, however, times when they’ve kissed that are burned into their memories. Eight of them, to be precise.
film reel life, arsenicjay (8k. T. canon divergence)
Such a unique and creative idea! Reading from the eyes of a camera, so beautiful!
The only person Iwaizumi is lying to is himself, when he insists: I am not in love with Oikawa Tooru.
how to let your planets align, by tether (tothemoon) (15k. T. end of the world au)
This is the only remotely non-happy ending fic I will be including on here, and it's purely because it's a gorgeous read. And yes, I ached. Your lips, my lips, apocalypse.
It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you're in love with him.
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SWIPED RIGHT! | Kageyama Tobio x Reader SMAU
0:10 — Pinky Promise and...
NOTE: I understand if some of my readers only prefer the SMAU part, so I made this update flexible so you can still get what’s happening without reading the writing part! Keep in mind that you still have to click on ‘Keep Reading’ to access the following photos!
But, some of the parts can’t be translated through social media screenshots so reading the writing part will really help you understand the characters and what’s happening to the story on a deeper level! ☻
Word Count: 3344 words
YOUR POV
After concluding Bokuto-senpai's non-stop blabbering about the movie he watched last night to procrastinate from studying, the boys were finally able to go to their locker room to freshen up for their long-awaited BBQ Friday.
I decided to wait for them on the bench just outside the gym. Their four hour training went by so fast that when I looked up at the sky, the stars were already twinkling. The cool breeze I only get to enjoy at night hugged my skin as the winds started to lightly gust against my bare sleeves. Ugh, I forgot to bring a hoodie with me tonight.
My thoughts were interrupted as I received Tobio-kun's very random text. It was a very pleasant surprise that unconsciously plastered a huge smile on my face. I was too busy texting him that I didn't even notice the whole team standing in front of me, all ready to go.
"What's that on your phone that's making you grin like the Grinch?" Akaashi asked, trying to subtly take a peek on my phone screen. I immediately locked the device and put it inside the pocket of my sweatpants.
"No need to peek, Akaashi! Let's not waste anymore time... let's go!" I said, jumping out of the bench as the whole team started to walk, carrying on with their small talks.
The gray haired captain stood out since he was ahead of everyone, hopping like a kangaroo while shrieking about how he's been craving for Barbecue for so long now and that he can't believe he finally got the blue check on Twitter.
I was walking alongside Akaashi at the far end side of the group, watching everyone ahead of us with a comfortable silence lingering between us.
"Do you need help with your bag? I can carry it for you." He asked, breaking the silence.
"It's fine, it's fine! I can carry it on my own. Besides, you've already had such a long training. I don't want to burden you with such a small thing." I said, smiling at him to assure him that it's fine.
"Oh, speaking of my bag... hold up," I muttered, stopping on my tracks as I opened my bag to get something.
"What's up?" Akaashi uttered his third question since I saw him outside of the gym. I shuffled through my things until I finally found what I was looking for.
"Aha! Here. I got it while y’all were doing your spiking drills." I said, handing him a slightly chilled bottle of Vanilla protein shake.
"Oh. Thanks, Y/N. It's been a while since you gave me something as boujee as a protein shake. Hmm, someone's loaded today." Akaashi teased, a small smile smothering his gorgeous face. It is an unsaid arrangement between the both of us that I can only give something a little fancy to him, or to anyone, when I have extra savings with me.
"Shut up! I've been saving up for tomorrow for quite some time now. Just... shut up and be grateful for that, Keiji." I said, chuckling as I playfully hit his arm.
"Why? What's so special about tomorrow?" he asked, eyebrows scrunching up together in curiosity.
"Didn't I tell you? To—"
"WE'RE FINALLY HERE!! YAAAY!!!" Bokuto hollered, cutting me off from telling Akaashi about my plans with Tobio-kun, Hinata-kun and my bestfriends for tomorrow. The familiar aroma of savory and mouthwatering meat being grilled, instantly filled my nostrils. I just realized that I've been distracting myself from how hungry I actually am all this time.
"God, I'm so hungry. Y'all were taking so long. If I wasn't on such a good mood, I would've been so hangry by now!" I said, eyes locked on the grilling area on the side of the restaurant where the Barbecue we've been dying to eat is being prepped.
Good thing, Bokuto-senpai already reserved a table for us ahead of time. The short list of things that the simple-minded captain would not procrastinate on would certainly include Volleyball and his favorite food, Barbecue.
Everyone decided to sit down on their desired seat. I felt comfortable sitting at the very far end of the booth’s couch. Since Akaashi and I were already walking side by side, it made sense that he just sat beside me on the couch too.
The rest of the team, and most likely even me, were practically drooling at the sight of barbecue being served to the tables around us. Yukie-san, one of the current managers of the team, is known for her great love for food. She decided to take matters in to her own hands and stood up for everyone. She simply asked one of the servers to follow up our orders.
Some of the third years, Konoha-san, Komi-san and Sarukui-san, were struggling to deal with an impatient Bokuto that was on the verge of going on emo mode.
“Where’s Akaashi? Didn’t he...“ the captain mumbled, pouting as he searched for the setter that was seated beside me.
“Oh, no. Bokuto-san’s Weakness #42. He becomes impractically impatient when people make him wait for his food, most especially when he’s hungry after training.” I hear Akaashi mutter beside me. I looked at him and he seems like Doctor Strange, looking at and calculating the different possibilities of what can happen if the captain won’t be able to get his food anytime soon.
Thankfully, Yukie-san came back to our table with at least two servers holding stacks of Barbecue on their trays, gently placing them on the table in front of all of us. Bokuto-senpai’s eyes lit up, even his hair seemed to perk up in excitement as he saw the Barbecue he’s been dying to eat being served in front of him.
“ALRIGHT, Let’s dig in!! This is in honor of me getting the blue check and a reward for all of us after such a hard training!! WOOHOOO!! Enjoy, everyone!!” the captain cheered, taking at least five chunks of meat in his chopsticks and munching the all down in one go.
No matter how hungry I am, I took the time to look at the team in front of me. The mere sight of them enjoying their food is endearing me. Am I really going to be a part of this wonderful team by next week? Do I really belong here?
I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw green vegetables being plopped down on my plate. I looked up and saw Akaashi putting one last piece of greens on my plate.
“Hey, why are you putting all that? I came here for Barbecue and not vegetables, Keiji.” I mocked him, poking the vegetables he just placed on my plate with my own chopsticks.
“Shush, you have to eat those. Even just a couple. They make you healthier. Plus, if you’re going to be our manager, you can’t be getting sick and frail.” he said, not even sparing a glance at me as he started to eat his own food.
Now this... this is one of his gestures that made me grow really fond of him. Some people might think otherwise but for me, Akaashi is not shy at all. Others often mistake his silence as shyness. When in reality, he only speaks up when he thinks it’s necessary — when he thinks it’s worth it. In fact, he is very frank with his words. He’s the type of person that would call you out when you’re doing something wrong, but he’d also compliment you when you’re doing something right. If one tends to focus more on his expressions, they can be convinced that he’s bland because his face really is usually blank. He only ever shows what he feels through his expressions at very rare occasions. Thus, he shows his feelings most of the time through his gestures; be it a small one or a big one.
“Hmph, fine. I’ll just eat more barbecue with it, so I don’t taste it that much.” I said, wrapping the greens with a chunk of meat. Bokuto-senpai, who’s instantly uplifted by now, overheard what I said.
“That’s what I do too when I need to eat vegetables!!! You’re doing the right thing, Y/N!!” he laughed, as he stuffed more barbecue inside of his mouth. The other third years that were worked up on not letting him slip in to his emo mode earlier, were now having the time of their life beside Bokuto-senpai, laughing at each other as they throw jokes at one another from time to time.
“Y/N?” said someone from in front of me. I looked up and saw that the voice belongs to none other than, Kaori-san, the other current manager of the team. She’s so pretty, oh my gosh.
“H-Hello, Kaori-san. Is there anything I could help you with?” I asked, getting a little conscious about the fact that I’m basically eating like a pig in front of someone so gorgeous.
“Oh, nothing! I just wanted to talk to you, even just for a little bit.” She smiled, eating gracefully like a princess. I could never, lol.
“I’m always down for a talk with you, Kaori-san!!” I gushed. Oh my god, do I sound a little too excited? What if she thinks I’m a crazy fangirl? Oh no.
“You’re so cute! Hahaha, anyway, I’d love to hear your thoughts right now about the team manager position because I’d be really be at ease knowing that the team is in good hands after Yukie-san and I graduate.” She said, a hint of sadness was evident after she mentioned the fact that they’re graduating this year.
“Oh, of course... Hm, before I even officially become the manager of this team, I can say that I already have a pretty good bond with them... thanks to this one person,” I nudged Akaashi who was peacefully eating beside me and secretly listening to Kaori-san and I’s conversation. Akaashi-kun, you’re not so slick. I might’ve only known you for a little over three months now, but I can feel it when your ears are trying to listen, despite having your eyes focused on something else.
I continued, “I just know that they have something really special about them. At times, I even get intimidated by their bond because not all teams can easily earn it. It takes a lot of time and everyone’s cooperation as well. With that being said, I just want to make sure that I won’t get in their way or anything. I really am taking things seriously and I’ve also been thinking about it a lot lately. I don’t want to make a hasty decision just because I got blinded with such a big opportunity. It’s a commitment that we’re talking about, not just to myself, but to the rest of the team as well.”
I didn’t even realize that I’ve been blabbering like a little kid in front of Kaori-san.
“The fact that you’re thinking about it this much already says a lot, Y/N. Hell, I didn’t even know it’s possible for me to want you to take this position even more!” she chuckled.
“Your words mean a lot to me, Kaori-san! I’ll make sure to keep it in mind once I make my final decision.” I smiled, stuffing my mouth with one of the green vegetables on my plate and Barbecue.
The warmth and liveliness around the table never died down all through out the meal. We even found the gray-haired captain standing up and doing an imitation of this one funny video he watched as a kid. The trays and plates on the table were now empty, while our stomachs were full and satisfied.
“HEY, HEY, HEY!!! Let’s go to arcade now!! Yoohoo!!” Bokuto-senpai started to hop around while flailing his arms in the air, ready to go to this arcade nearby this restaurant. He was so close to leaving the doorway when one of the servers came up to our table.
“Uhm, ma’am and sir, I double checked it on the system but... you haven’t paid for your meals yet,” the server was sheepish on approaching us. She was having a hard time looking at us in the eyes. She’s probably new here.
Everyone stood there in shock and embarrassment, except for Konoha-san and Komi-san who dragged Bokuto-san back inside to pay for our meals.
“OH... I’m so sorry!! I forgot, I didn’t mean to not pay!!” the captain sincerely apologized, quickly paying for everything we ate.
Upon entering the arcade, I couldn’t help but feel giddy and excited. The air inside the arcade just makes me feel alive and want to play games there all day. People around our age and some kids filled the place. Some of them are on dates, while most of them were just hanging out with each other.
The team scattered into groups as they went to the games that best fit their liking. The captain can be seen inside a Zombie-killing booth. His hands are already holding the fake gun inside, ready to unleash his inner warrior because according to him, he always trained himself for an apocalypse that can happen in the future. Some of the third years, like Yukie-san and Kaori-san along with some of the spikers, can be seen on the bowling area.
I rushed to the counter in the middle to get myself tokens and cards to play the games. The air hockey table caught my attention the moment we stepped in the arcade. I was about to swipe my card to play, when I realized I didn’t have anyone to play it with. How much dumber can I get? I obviously can’t play this by myself.
“Go for it. I’ll play with you,” a voice I know too well spoke behind me. I didn’t realize that I kind of ditched him as soon as I got too caught up in excitement with the arcade.
“Okay. Bring it on, Keiji! Don’t you dare go easy on me!” I exclaimed, swiping the card and grabbing the air hockey paddle on the table. My competitive side was showing as I poured my energy in each stride at the puck and attempts to block it from shooting inside my side of the goal.
After a few rounds of air hockey and a little bit of Basketball, where I took a hard L because I was against a well-trained and balanced athlete that shot the ball like it was nothing, I decided to go for a game where I thought I had a bigger shot at winning. I scanned through the games again and my eyes landed on this one game that I knew I’d win against someone like Akaashi.
“Dance Dance Revolution? I never played this game all my life and now you’re asking me to play it with you right now?” he whined, uneasiness showing as he spoke. I felt a little sad, but I didn’t want him to force him on doing something he doesn’t want to do.
“Hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to do it. I just really thought it’d be nice to play this with somebody.” I looked down, speaking softly. I hear him take a deep breathe.
“Fine... just one round.” he said. I was so thrilled. I bounced around and swiped my card on the machine. We stepped on the dancing area with the arrows under our feet and got ready to play the game. I chose a dance that was moderately difficult, keeping in mind that by doing so, I’ll increase my chances of winning. It was going really well at first. By looking at Keiji on my peripheral vision, he wasn’t even that bad. I guess the footwork training they do on Volleyball also helps him. Ugh, is there something he can actually suck at?
The most complex part of the dance started and I was slowly panicking. My score was higher, but only by a little. I was getting lost in the game that I didn’t even notice that I stepped at a faulty angle and twisted my ankle.
I winced in pain as I lost my balance and held on the metal bar behind me for support. Akaashi was alarmed as soon as he saw my current state.
“Hey, I’m fine, really. What’s that look on your face, Akaashi?” My poor attempt to chuckle was horrible. I tried to stand up, but the pain I felt on my ankles were stronger than my will to prove Akaashi that I was fine. He rapidly moved away from the game and found himself beside me, checking my, most likely, sprained ankle.
“Okay, it doesn’t look that bad but you can’t work yourself up for a while. I’ll take you home. No more ifs and buts. I’ll just text Bokuto-san and the rest of the team about what happened and that we had to leave sooner than expected.” he sternly said.
The next thing I knew, he was walking me to my house. I found myself on his back, arms wrapped around his chest and legs clung on his waist as he held the side of my thighs for extra support.
The same stars that greeted me while I was waiting for them outside the gym earlier were present as I looked up again at the sky. With that, the same cold breeze of the night blew against my skin. I tried not to shiver, but it was useless since Akaashi felt that I was getting chilly because I was shaking a little.
He stopped on his tracks as he gently put me down on the sidewalk. I was feeling confused until I saw him taking his jacket off and offered me to take it.
“I noticed you were starting to get a little chilly, so here. Take it.” he said. I didn’t even hesitate anymore as I wore his jacket. I felt so much better and we started walking again while he gave me a piggyback ride.
I let out a yawn as I started to feel my eyelids getting heavier and my breathing going slower. I didn’t even know when it happened, but I just know that along the way, I fell asleep on his shoulders.
AKAASHI’S POV
I found myself in front of your house and I knocked on the door. It wasn’t the first time I’ve been here, so your mom let me in as soon as she saw me. I told her about what happened and gave her some tips that will help you recover faster. Given that I was not new to these injuries, I knew exactly what to do.
I opened the door to your room and I softly put you down on your bed. I got some pillows that will help on elevating your sprained ankle and tucked you to bed.
You looked so peaceful. You looked so beautiful.
I’ve always been blunt about what I see and feel about everything. So, why is it that I can’t tell you about these feelings that I feel solely for you?
I wish I can tell you that all your little gifts and efforts for me never go unappreciated.
I know that you’ve recently been growing closer to somebody else. I’m not oblivious about it. I know you, Y/N.
I just hope that it’s not too late by the time I finally build up the courage to tell you about these feelings.
I gave your forehead a soft kiss, before I finally got up and left your room.
YOUR POV
I woke up in the middle of the night and realized that I was already in the comfort of my own room. I checked my phone and saw that it was 2AM. I looked down on my feet and saw that my ankle was really sprained and that I wasn’t just dreaming about it.
I let out a sigh as I remember that Tobio-kun, Hinata-kun, Best Boy Yams and Saltyshima were coming over here later.
Why the fuck did I have to sprain my ankles on the worst day possible?
☆ PARTS ☆
A/N: Here goes my first actual write up in this blog! I would really love to hear your thoughts about it! Stay safe and healthy, lovelies! ♡
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Here’s Number 13 with Yoongi! I hope y'all like it!
Summary: A road trip with your life long friend takes an unexpected turn for the best...
Rating: T (Teen- suggestive)
Genre: Fluff and like a hint of what could be smut...
Warnings: The ending... that’s it. Nothing triggering I think. Oh someone gets smacked in the ass. So there’s that... um... partial nudity. Underwear. ok yea.
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“Can you just get in the damn car?”
Yoongi wasn’t exactly a patient person.
From the day that you met him in middle school-
Well really you had met him sometime in Primary school but you had both at some point agreed that the story you would tell people when they asked when you two had met was that you met in middle school.
That being because well... you guys hated each other.
Kind of.
Yoongi hated you and you... well you didn’t take well to being hated.
That being said, when you guys did end up becoming friends, it was Yoongi who had proposed it after years of what he put as “rivalry”.
He’d asked you to share a Sunday with him and you guys spent the whole afternoon talking.
One thing led to another and from then on you were inseparable.
“But look at the sky,” you said, pointing at the stars as they had begun to ebb away with the moon.
It was slightly purple and pink and a little orange.
The sun was still too low to be seen but it was painting the sky prettily.
“We can look at the stars some other time. We’re gonna be late.”
You rolled your eyes as a shiver went through your whole body.
It was your annual winter road trip and every year, without fail, you refused to bring a thick enough coat.
“Late to what? We don’t even have a destination dude.”
Maybe it was because you-
Pft.
You couldn’t even think of a good excuse for yourself anymore.
In all honesty-
Which is something you had started to do recently.
Honestly.
-you realized at some point on the last road trip that it was because you liked it much better when Yoongi groaned... then smiled... and gave you his.
“Late to the beginning.”
Ooooooookaaayyy?
Whatever what meant.
“Yoongi... are you sure that you got enough sleep?”
Yoongi shrugged.
“Probably. I slept from like three until six,” he said, as you ripped your eyes from the beautiful sky.
“That’s three hours,” you gaped through the rolled down window.
The car hummed softly. The warmth emanating from the engine transferred from the aura surrounding it into your bones.
But not your teeth.
They... were chattering something fierce.
“Yo-you’re fucking joking right?”
When he didn’t answer you made an ugly noise somewhere in the back of your throat and hit the roof of his-
1988 maroon thunderbird
(And don’t you forget it)
(...it’s his baby)
(It even has a name)
-car.
Yoongi’s hooded eyes shot wide open in surprise and what you knew to be anger because- well-
Let’s face it.
Yoongi has one facial expression and it’s usually somewhere between annoyed and indifferent.
He was the picture of a human grumpy cat with softer eyes.
Dark hair...
Soft...skin....
Where were you?
Oh yeah!
Yoongi glared at you. His nostrils flared.
“Did you just hit Jisu?”
His voice was even.
It wavered not.
And neither would you.
He was a big softy. Yoongi was all bark and no bite. Even his bark was reminiscent of a Chihuahua.
And not one of those feisty ones. More like one of the rat things that had no hair and barked under their breath when you tried to pet them.
...without teeth...
...with their tongue sticking out....
“Yoongi... it’s a car.”
“Y/N... it’s my pride and joy.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever. I’m not getting in your death trap when you haven't had a proper eight hours, Yoongles.”
“Listen, Squirt,” he began and waves upon waves of distaste rolled over your spine. Your skin pimpled as a blush rose to your cheeks.
You HATED when he called you...
*shiver*
*gag*
Squirt
“...and you know that I do NOT like when people hit her! She’s beat up enough as it is without having people like you smacking on her-“
SMACK
You’d hit the front hood a little harder than you would have regularly just to shut him up.
A small wrinkle formed between his eyebrows. His lips fell open like he couldn’t really be bothered to hold it closed.
His pink tongue poked out slightly over his teeth.
He clicked, then-
“Okay fine.”
“Fine?”
“Yep.”
...you-what?
“Yes what?”
He pursed his lips and crossed his arms behind the stealing wheel.
“The road trip is canceled.”
You gaped at him.
D:
Like that.
Yoongi’s expression didn’t change. Instead, he uncrossed his arms and turned the engine off.
Slowly, but resolutely, he opened the driver’s side door and stepped out of the car.
“I-wha- Wait! Yoongi,” you ran around the front to where he stood.
He slammed the car door shut but he wasn’t angry. He patted the roof of the car affectionately, his back turned to you.
“...you can’t cancel-“
“Well you won’t get in the Jisu with me behind the wheel and you don’t know how to drive a fucking stick shift... what else is there to do?”
He was teasing you.
There was no way that he would cancel.
It was tradition after all.
And he would NEVER break tradition.
Well ok-
Yoongi wasn’t usually traditional.
Unless it came to you and your friendship.
He’s violently loyal to the point that one time-
When some guy had asked you out, upon your confirmation, promptly spanked your ass in the middle of home room, he’d stood without hesitation and slapped the dude’s ass back.
He’d gotten detention for a month.
The other guy, a month and a slap to the ass.
There was also a time when a nasty rumor was going around the school that that same guy and you were in a very... presumptuous position and your reputation had been shot.
Most of your other friends had believed it but not Yoongi.
Yoongi went around shooting nasty looks at anyone who dared say a bad word about you.
That’s when things had changed.
In retrospect.
For you at least. You doubt anything had changed for Yoongi.
But for you... that summer... the one of your junior year... changed everything.
No one was talking to you anymore. Your girls were now-
The Bitches ™️
And the only friend you had was Yoongi.
Your yoongi.
He’d become that then.
Yours...
Even though it wasn’t your place to make him so.
But you couldn’t help it. He’d changed. He’s grown an inch.
He’d started to work out-
And then stopped at the request of his mother because his clothing wasn’t fitting him and honestly Yoongi’s family didn’t have enough money to buy new threads-
-and for some ungodly reason, his father had given him his car and his now favorite cowhide leather jacket.
Vintage.
Let’s get that straight people.
It is vintage. Not old.
It was something in the way he listened to you.
With gentle nods and sarcasm at the ready.
It was his fake laugh.
And his laughter...
And the beautiful mornings
The way his gums popped out when you were falling asleep after pulling an all nighter under the stars.
It was his essence.
“I-well... but the road trip is-“
“Over unless you miraculously acquired the ability to drive stick or...”
He paused, looking at you over his leather clad shoulder.
“You get in Jisu, settle the snacks and apologize.”
You huffed. Your breath is visible in the early morning sky.
“I...” it was like being gutted.
Like a fish.
A cold dead fish...
“Am sorry.”
Whew.
That was tough but now you didn’t have to worry about him being salty all the way to-
“Not to me,” Yoongi said, interrupting your thoughts.
Your heart dropped into your stomach.
“Apologize to Jisu.”
“The car?” You said under your breath.
“Yeah,” he whispered back, a smug gum smile in place, “the car.”
You deflated.
He wasn’t kidding.
That was the worst part.
He genuinely wanted you to apologize to…
Jisu
The car.
With embarrassment filling your empty stomach-
Well save for your heart which was digesting nicely!
-you sighed and said:
“Jisu... sweet... old... rundown-“
“Watch it,” Yoongi groaned.
“Fine! I’m sorry I hit you. It was rude of me. Will you ever forgive me and let me ride you?”
There was a pause in which you processed your own words.
You hadn’t meant to.
And really, if your mind wasn’t in the gutter it would have meant nothing but your Innuendo hung in the freezing air around you.
Damn were you good at saying stupid shit.
Yoongi cleared his throat and moved closer to you.
Your heart-
Now in a puddle.
-skipped a beat.
Your cheeks rouged.
He wasn’t touching you but you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. The warmth contrasted strangely with the coolness of the morning.
God... what you would give for his lips to touch you.
For his hands to graze your skin.
To wrap around your waist-
“WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT JISU DOES NOT ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY AND FEELS HARASSED!”
D:
You jumped a foot in the air.
Your arms flung around you in fear. Your elbow hit against something.
Pain shot through your arm.
You turned only to see Yoongi holding his shoulder-
The one someone had nearly run over a couple years ago and he’d had problems with since.
-and your panic soared.
“Oh my God! Are you okay? Why did you fucking yell in my ear dumb ass!”
Regardless of your harsh words, you rushed over to his side as his face screwed up in pain.
Pain you caused.
Fuck.
But he was laughing.
He couldn’t be that badly hurt could he?
“If your next question is if I’ll let you ride me the answer is a hard yes.”
Humiliation and anger rushed through your veins and into your fingertips.
Of their own accord, they began to smack every part of him they could reach.
“HEY! Why does Jisu get a better apology than me?!”
“Because Jisu is a girl and not an ass!”
It was in the way you always got the same taco from the corner stores and also rolled your eyes when he mentioned your addiction to strong coffee.
It was the way you snorted lightly-
And sometimes not so lightly.
-as he drove into the day.
It was the way you were drooling in that exact moment as the sun hit your pretty face and the seat was pulled back as far as it could possibly go.
Or maybe it was none of those things.
Or all of them.
Yoongi had lost track if he was honest.
Of all the things that made him wish he could tell you how he felt.
That he loved the moles that covered your body.
The shine from your hair after it was freshly dried.
He loved your musky perfume and the lotions you’d purchased in bulk because:
“If I like it might as well buy 12 of them.”
He loved your logic and the lack thereof.
He loved your style.
The way you refused to “ruin” an outfit with a jacket if it didn’t match and how- without fail- you always wore whatever jacket he handed you completely disregarding what you always said.
Like the one that he had lain over your trembling body as you slept when he’d stopped to use the restroom.
It was his dad’s.
It was old-
Vintage as you liked to say.
(Or bugged him by saying any time he tried to say it was old.)
It was riddled with discoloration.
It was his most prized possession.
Right after his car.
And you.
Though he’d never admit it.
And seeing you inside the car with his jacket draped over you like a blanket was doing things to him that he couldn’t comprehend.
It was like being enveloped in silk and velvet after a nice hot bath filled with lavender and rosewood and vanilla.
It was like soft musk caressing the folds of his brain, sending dopamine straight to the pleasure center of his cranium.
What he would give to touch you.
... in a less than platonic way.
The way your jaw stayed placidly open was also doing things to him.
This much less... soft
And a lot more
Well there’s no sugar coating.
Hard.
You stirred in your slumber.
His thoughts jarred to a stop.
You blinked then woke slowly. Confusion was evident in your eyes.
Quickly replaced by realization.
You looked down at the leather on your body.
The slightest smile pulled at your pretty lips.
You didn’t sit up.
You curled your small hands into the leather and snuggled against the softness.
“Morning,” you said, your voice slightly higher pitched.
A shiver ran through his nerves. His skin pimpled.
“You mean midday,” he corrected with a chastising roll of his eyes but the corners of his lips pulled up.
Fuck.
You.
...WAIT NO!
He shook his head, trying to keep his eyes forward and his mind on the road.
“Same difference,” you grumbled, pushing your arms through the sleeves of the jacket the wrong way.
Your short fingers stuck out at the edge.
A brief image of those same fingers pumping and wrapped around his-
“When’s lunch? I’m starving.”
He swallowed thickly.
“Well we ate maybe like four hours ago... “
“Exactly. I need food,” you said, righting your seat.
“We have snacks,” he said.
“But like... I want a burger.”
“Isn’t it too early for your road trip burger?”
Because every single road trip without fail, you both stopped at your favorite burger place and ate but it was only once in the whole road trip and you usually liked to save it for the road trip back to wherever you had come from for that year so you had something to look forward to.
“Mmmm, I’m feeling a shift in the matrix,” you said.
“Do you even know what the matrix is? Have you seen that movie?”
Offended, you turned to Yoongi.
He stayed facing the front.
“I LOVE Tom Cruise.”
“He’s not in that movie genius.”
You were silent for a second. Your eyes were wide.
“Hm... could have sworn....”
He smiled at the sun almost right above the car. There was not a cloud in the sky and he didn’t feel the least bit tired.
On the other hand he felt completely rejuvenated.
After a couple of miles, Yoongi let his smile settle and he cleared his throat as u set up your favorite road trip playlist.
You glance at him.
“You might wanna wipe the drool from your cheek by the way.”
“Fu-damn it Yoongi, why didn’t you say something earlier?”
It was raining.
Heavily.
Sadly, no men in sight aside from your long time friend.
Though...
Maybe not so sadly.
It had only been a couple more hours.
You had stopped for your burger.
And the sun was up and then-
BOOM
Thunderstorm.
Honestly, you were slightly worried.
Yoongi had been driving for a total of about ten hours that day and he’d been running on three hours of sleep.
You guys still had a couple more days of road trip to go.
Usually they lasted around three to four depending on how annoying you are being. And that’s counting the drive back home.
But at this rate... you guys might have to turn back early.
Now, you had no real clue where you guys were headed.
You never really did.
Yoongi never told you.
But it was cool.
Cool cool cool cool cool
Totally cool.
You trusted him and he had never led you astray.
Though... that one time when you guys got lost for nearly a week because he refused to check the GPS was kind of astray....
Anyway.
You never doubted he had good plans.
He’d taken you to amusement parks and landmarks and historical sights just for the hell of it.
He’d taken you wonderful places so you had never questioned him.
This time... you really, really wanted to know if a thunderstorm was even worth it.
You opened your mouth to ask but were instantly shushed.
Taken aback your eyes widened.
Again you tried to speak but one of Yoongi’s fingers came up to your lips to keep you silent.
“Look it’s coming down hard and I really cannot focus when you speak.”
You crossed your arms, his leather jacket rumpled slightly as it rubbed against itself after you had put it on correctly.
It smelled so much like him.
The leather smell permeated through your nostrils. But under it was something else. Something woody and fresh that was so... Yoongi, it made your head spin.
You frowned but settled in your seat with your mouth shut.
Soft lo-fi filled the air in the car.
You were no longer cold.
For obvious reasons which didn’t include the heating because it was broken in the car.
But you felt a shiver of fear run down your spine.
Yoongi’s black hoodie seemed darker now that the sky was cloudy.
It was pulled up to his elbows, his forearms out in the open-
As if that wasn’t illegal or some shit.
- and flexed slightly. His veins, prominent.
Another chill ran down your body.
This time... for a reason completely unrelated to your circumstances.
It was going to be a long drive.
The car broke.
Jisu broke.
It was about time it did too.
Though Yoongi was having a hard time.
Honestly... he was tearing up.
Or at least, you thought he was.
But he refused to look at you as the tow truck dropped you off at the nearest motel.
It was still raining ugly and you were still unbelievably cold.
Though maybe you were playing it up a little so that Yoongi would put up with you cuddling into his side.
It was partially for you but it was also for him.
He didn’t want to admit it but you knew.
You knew he needed something to ground him.
What better to do that with than with yourself?
“We’re here,” the driver said, squinting through the downpour.
“Thanks again for the lift,” you said since you knew Yoongi wouldn’t speak in fear of his voice breaking.
“Well you gotta pay darlin’” the driver said with a wink in your direction.
“But you’re welcome nonetheless. I can try to get you closer if you would like. Wouldn’t want you and your boyfriend getting a cold.”
A deep crimson blush filled the blood vessels in your cheeks and neck.
Your throat closed.
You coughed.
On instinct you pushed Yoongi away and made a disgusted face.
Yoongi’s nose twitched, his shoulders slumped.
“We- were not-“
“She’s single,” Yoongi said, his voice much stronger than you expected it to be.
“Friends,” he clarified.
Disappointment flooded your mind.
Friends. And that was that.
“I’m sorry but we only have one room available for the night,” the clerk said.
There was only one room?
“Does it at least have two beds?” Yoongi asked, giving you a worried look over his shoulder.
His hair was slicked to his head.
Waving slightly.
“I’m sorry sir,” the clerk said, “it’s a single queen bed. That’s really all we have.”
There’s only one bed????
What the fuck kind of fan fiction were you living in?
What are the damn odds?
Being friends since forever ago did not mean that you had shared a bed before.
There had always been a line that you didn’t-
Couldn’t
Wouldn’t
-cross.
This was by no means normal.
You glanced around the lobby trying to avoid looking at your friend.
“Well... okay. Shit. Yeah give me the room,” Yoongi said under his breath as if you, not hearing him, would make up for him taking the room.
He didn’t want you to think he’d planned this.
He hadn’t.
Why would he have?
How could he have?
He can’t control the fucking weather.
Regardless, as he got the key to the room he couldn’t help but feel sleazy.
He paid then thanked the clerk.
You were shivering.
Damn you and your insistence on not wearing a damn jacket.
His wasn’t enough.
You needed a shower. A warm one.
Your lips were nearly blue.
Without hesitation, he picked up his duffle and your rolling suitcase.
He casually walked up to you and wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders.
The leather was wet.
And now ten times colder.
He led you to the hallways of rooms on the first floor.
It was the last room in the far corner.
Yoongi had thought of multiple scenarios in which you guys ended up in a room together but never had he thought it would be while you guys were “just friends”.
You shivered under the weight of his arm.
“Come on, Squirt. Let’s get you in dry clothes.”
There were two things you hated:
Being cold,
And
Yoongi calling you Squirt.
Yet, this time... you were grateful for the cold.
And for the nickname.
Was it-
*gasp*
Growing on you?
Yoongi opened the door and with it came the strong scent that inevitably came with hotels.
To you, it had always been kind of comforting.
Like family trips and new adventures.
Today though, it smelled very much like nerves and fear and something shifting in the air.
It felt like nothing was moving.
Even as you stepped into the room and onto the slightly too dark green carpet, it felt like the world around you both had stopped turning.
Yoongi’s arm fell from around you and you mourned the loss.
You listened rather than watched him bring the bags in.
It was somewhere between 60-70 degrees and the wetness of your hair was seeping into your scalp.
Still, you refused to take off the jacket that was growing heavier and heavier as the rain soak in.
“Hey Y/N, give me the jacket.”
You spun around as he set down the luggage. He held a hand out.
Suddenly, you really didn’t want to get rid of it.
It felt like your second skin.
“Uh... but I’m cold,” you argued.
“And if you stay in that jacket you’re going to catch a cold. Hand it over.”
He curled his fingers in a “come hither” motion.
Your throat went dry.
Then, as if under a spell, you pulled the slightly heavy leather off of you and handed it off.
Yoongi watched you remove the jacket in a trance-like state.
You were staring at his hand.
He felt the fabric fall into his palm but he wasn’t looking.
He was staring, mouth open at your shirt.
Your white, long sleeve, wet, shirt.
And you know.
We all know…
What happens when a white shirt gets wet.
And now, Yoongi had the full boob-
PROOF
(dude that doesn’t even sound the same)
He had the full proof.
He blinked owlishly, glued to the way the fabric stuck to your chest.
He could see the skin tone bra that you were wearing.
The lines of your stomach visible lightly.
All the blood rushed to one of two places.
You know which.
Don’t lie.
He pressed the cold jacket against his body so that it covered what was quickly growing.
You watched him curiously as his mouth shut with a click.
You followed his gaze as goosebumps covered your arms.
That’s when you saw it.
And embarrassment wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what you felt.
You crossed your arms over your chest but you couldn’t turn away.
There was something else running through your veins aside from the humiliation.
Hope.
Because Yoongi wasn’t turning away and you weren’t stupid either.
You could see the strategic way that he was holding the slightly dripping jacket right in front of his…
Area…
And he had taken his eyes off your chest and now wasn’t even looking at you.
In a sudden burst of confidence-
And let's be honest, probably terrible judgement.
-you shimmied out of your shirt and balled it up.
Without letting yourself think of it too much before you chickened out, you tossed it right at his chest area.
Since it was wet, it made a wet-
PLOP
On his shoulder.
Confusion was clear on his expressionless face as he looked at the fabric.
He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes in question then did a double take.
You licked your lips nervously but tried to keep your nerves at bay.
This was normal.
You always hung out in your bra with your oldest friend.
Everyday things…
Pft.
Easy.
“Wh-what are you doing,” Yoongi asked, his voice wavering.
“The shirt was soaked through. I thought that I should get out of it as well.”
Then mustering all of your courage, you unbutton your jeans.
The pop of the button was unnaturally loud in your ears.
The zipper was deafening.
“W-wait! Y/N what the fuck?”
You looked up trying to keep your ‘this is totally normal’ look on your face.
“Getting out of my wet clothes. Isn’t that what you said for me to do?”
“I said to get out of my jacket,” he said harshly, using it to gesture at you half naked. Your fingers hooked on the waistband of your jeans.
“Well the logic follows, doesn’t it? Wet jacket,wet shirts, wet pants…”
You pushed them down your legs without looking at him.
“Off.”
You heard him hiss under his breath.
Fear gripped you as the cold air of the room hit your skin which was a little moist.
“I don’t know what you’re playing at,” Yoongi began.
There was anger in his voice.
“But whatever it is. It’s not funny,” he finished throwing the jacket onto the floor.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked into the restroom.
Your heart sank.
D:
It was later in the night and you were huddled under the white blankets of the queen bed and Yoongi had yet to come out of the restroom.
You had thought you’d heard some low grunts coming from the restroom but then the shower had turned on and you heard nothing but the rain and the water.
Of course, unbeknownst to you, the grunts were very real.
Very much soft-
(in volume)
- for a reason.
And very much because of you.
It was when it was getting too intense that Yoongi decided to take a cold shower to calm down his hormones.
Still, he had decided to stay in the restroom for most of the night.
He was a night person anyway.
Always got his best thinking done when the moon was full and up.
This was no different.
He sat on the toilet seat, his legs spread wide and his elbows on his knees.
He was in his underwear and the shirt he had worn all day.
He hadn’t gotten the courage to walk out.
Not with the humiliation of having beat one out
(well not completely just a little bit)
(not that he was...little…)
To you in a bathroom while you were partially naked in the next room.
He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
Were you just so comfortable with him that you guys had crossed the friendship line to the point of no return?
Or were you attracted to him and that was some grand gesture?
Either way, he was terrified to guess wrong.
Why had he thought that this year would be different?
Why had he thought he could sweep you away on some romantic road trip in his crappy old car when he didn’t know the first thing about being romantic?
His idea of romantic was throwing a vintage-
Old.
let's call it how it is.
Old jacket on you when you were asleep.
It was spanking that asshole who had smacked your ass all those years ago.
And sticking by you when your other friends turned away from you.
It was branding them the Bitches and making sure that you knew that you hadn’t been at fault for the rumors.
Romantic Yoongi held your hand through your first year of collage and held your hair back the first time you drank too much.
It was him tucking you in when you guys spent all night out looking at the stars.
It was taking care of you when you were sick.
It was…
Throwing his prized jacket on you when you were cold…
And sacrificing his jacket so that the rain didn’t hit you directly even thought that might ruin it…
...
So he could see how you guys were confused.
Because isn’t that what friends did all the time?
Take care of each other?
And now, he had crossed a line he couldn’t get back from.
It was too late.
He’d missed his window-
If there was any window to begin with.
He’d missed it.
And maybe he just needed to be okay with that.
When you woke up, it was still super dark.
You half expected it to still be night but when you reached for your phone you realized that it was nearly noon and Yoongi hadn’t woken you.
You sat up, forgetting that you had slept in your underwear.
The sheets slipped from your top, the bra still on.
Suffice to say, your chest hurt.
Instinctively, you reached behind you to unclasp the bra but-
“Hey-hey-hey! Man in the room,” you heard from somewhere.
Your hands halted, still groggy, you blinked in the darkness.
“What man? All I hear is a grumpy Yoongi,” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyelids.
A sigh.
A groan.
Then a lamp turned on before you.
The light hit your sensitive eyes. You blinked against the brightness and when you could finally comfortably open your eyes, your jaw dropped.
Yoongi-
Your Yoongi was sitting in the beige armchair.
His pale legs were spread wide.
His boxers-
He was wearing boxers…
!!!!
-were far too loose and hung on his thighs.
From your position, you could see his bulge though it was clearly not hard, or at least not entirely.
Still, the fabric was pulled over it.
His chest was covered with a white T-shirt.
His arms were on the arm rests.
Your mouth fell open.
Water…
God you needed water.
You looked around you but there was not a single glass in sight.
“I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve realized, Squirt but I am very much a man.”
You avoided his eyes.
“I try not to think of you that way.” you mumbled, pulling the sheets up to your chest.
Lying through your teeth…
You know..
Like a liar.
There was a pause.
“Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Last night you had no problem stripping in front of me.”
You froze.
What...what was happening here?
“You- you seemed less than happy about that if I recall correctly,” you said then when he said nothing you added, “and don’t call me Squirt.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
And ran a hand through his hair.
It stood on end.
Fuck.
Fuck….
He looked so hot.
“Only because you caught me off guard. Now,” he gestured between himself and you, his fingers conveniently pointing towards…
“We’re even.”
Even?
Even?
“So if you were to take off something else, I’d have to as well. For fairness. Of course.”
You-
Did he-
D:
“We-Fair? Do- Do you hear yourself right now?”
You scrunch your nose.
You smelled something fishy.
Veerry...veeery fishy.
“Yes I speak korean, Y/N. The question is,” he stood, his boxers settling over his long legs, his shirt was tucked slightly into the elastic at his hips.
Where were you supposed to look?
The muscles on his arms.
His thighs, begging you to ride-
Or somewhere in the middle?
He had to know what he was doing to you.
He had to know that walking around in the loosest pair of boxers would draw your eyes straight to the center of his legs.
He wasn’t stupid.
So what angle was he playing?
(Acute ;])
“...Do you?”
He was by your side now. Your face was level with his stomach.
How does one react when your closest friend of your whole life is suddenly very close to naked in front of y-
…
Ohhhhhhhhhh....
“This is about me stripping yesterday...isn’t it?”
You held the covers up to your chest awkwardly.
Suddenly, you felt really stupid.
You shouldn’t have stripped without his consent.
You just really thought that...if you pushed a little, He’d see you as more than just “That girl that he hated in elementary school and is now stuck to him like gum.”
Did you just make that up?
Yeah.
Okay.
Moving on…
“What do you think,” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The muscles flexed under the white. Behind him, through the mirror, you could see his back side reflected.
Sculpted.
Fucking damn it.
If he was going to reject you couldn’t he have done it with pants on??
“I think…” but you couldn’t think. It was too much.
Too soon.
Too quickly.
You were on the edge of spilling the beans.
Teetering on a cliff and you couldn’t see the ground.
Was it ocean below?
You didn’t know.
You shook your head and forced yourself to look into his eyes.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Yoongles… I’m sorry,” you said.
His smug smile fell.
A small frown pulled at his lips and his shoulders slumped.
Yoongi had made a choice. He’d decided he was going to push.
He’d decided it was time to tell you.
This coming after he got a call fairly early in the morning about the car needing a part that wasn’t available and they wouldn’t be handing him Jisu that day.
Meaning… you guys were stuck together for another day.
In a motel.
Alone.
With nothing to do.
This was why he’d decided to wait for you in his boxers.
You’d made the first move and now it was his turn.
He’d hoped you would reciprocate.
But he had clearly been wrong.
It wasn’t that you were trying to seduce him.
No…
You had simply grown too comfortable with each other and your state of half dress had nothing to do with hidden feelings for him.
Well, he supposed that at least he hadn’t declared his love for you like he’d planned to do initially…
...as much as saying “Hey, I kind of wouldn’t mind going out with you”-
(this was a big deal because Yoongi avoided leaving his house at all costs… in all honesty, he hated road trips but you made it bearable and even a little fun)
- could be considered declaring his love for you.
He didn’t think he could handle the look of disgust on your cute face as he told you he had feelings for you.
Feelings…
What a joke.
Maybe this was for the best.
If you stayed friends, then it was probable that you guys would never stop talking to each other.
Another thing he couldn’t handle was losing you.
“It’s no fun if you just apologize, Squirt,” he said after a brief pause, choosing to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.
You sighed.
He’d confirmed your worst fear.
He didn’t like you.
Not in the way you liked him.
And you’d made him uncomfortable.
“Do you want me to take it back and give you the wrong answer then? You know, for your pride?”
Yoongi sighed then chuckled.
“Would you? It would really make my day.”
You smiled up at your friend.
Like two pieces of a puzzle you had fallen back into your old dynamic.
It was almost like you guys weren’t standing half naked in front of each other.
“Anything to make your day, Yoongles.”
In a second, Yoongi had scooted you over. The other side of the bed was cold but you didn’t mind.
He slipped under the covers next to you.
He’d settled under them, his body faced towards you before he spoke again. A small smile on his soft baby lips.
“Is it weird that I’m starting to like when you call me ‘Yoongles’?”
You mirrored his position, putting a hand under your head. Your chest was slightly exposed, still covered by the sheets but he didn’t look down and you didn’t mind.
“No… is it weird I’m starting to like you calling me Squirt?”
“No,” he confirmed with a slight shrug.
A comfortable silence built up between you. Your eyes started to feel heavy.
Tentatively, Yoongi reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His soft touch made you fall further into the land of sleep.
When your breath had evened out, Yoongi tapped your nose then traced your slightly parted lips.
This road trip hadn’t gone how he wanted it to.
Not by a long shot.
But he couldn't say he was totally disappointed.
As you slept, he felt his own eyes begin to close. His eyelids were heavy.
He fell into the comfortable darkness not too long after you did.
You guys were friends.
And maybe, he just had to accept that.
Maybe it was for the best.
And maybe… just maybe… he could grow to be okay with it.
Some day.
Don’t hate me....
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The townsfolk indeed call for another Witcher. For all Jaskier knows, the baker's wife put a contract in a notice board in the nearest town – Corvo Bianco is small, and it's a bit farther away from any main roads – and, surprisingly, someone has arrived.
It's the innkeeper, that Jaskier meets at the well as he goes to collect water, that says that to him. “It's a Witcher I've never met before,” he says, gruffly, while he weights up two buckets full of water, “He came here this morning, flashed a strange grin when he asked us to take his things, payed a room and went to hell, probably.”
Jaskier is almost afraid to ask, “What is he like?”
The Witcher is obviously not Geralt, because the innkeeper would have known him in that case. Jaskier is scared to hope anyway – he wants him to be Eskel, or Lambert. He needs a familiar face, someone he can talk about and understand his words. A shoulder he can cry on. A friend he can ask to keep an eye on Geralt, because he can't anymore.
“He's, uh, strange. Has scars, pale skin, two swords.”
“Like any Witcher.” Jaskier almost laughs. He can be anyone, really. He doesn't dare to hope.
“Dunno if he'll come back, but he has a room in my inn. You might meet him.”
Jaskier takes a deep breath, “I might.”
He does, that same evening. Jaskier doesn't even know why, after all, if the Witcher is Eskel or Lambert, they know where he lives – and if they already know about Geralt and his break up and they don't want to see him anymore, Jaskier surely doesn't want to impose his presence to someone who doesn't want it. He can be annoying, and most of the time he ignores when a person is annoyed by him, but he can take very well that kind of hint.
But curiosity's got the best of him, and won against the disappointment that is already stinging in his chest, while he walks, slowly, the small roads of Corvo Bianco. The past years, he has taken the same roads so many times that he's lost count, to reach the tavern down the village so he could perform for a, yes, a small crowd, but a very welcoming crowd. A crowd that Jaskier always adored, especially when they warmed up towards an amazed Geralt – still not used to the generosity, kindness and gentleness of this people.
He enters inside the inn and he's greeted by the innkeeper's wife. After a bit of small talks, she immediately points him a table in the center of the common room, where a man dressed of a light, leather armor is eating voraciously, not looking up as the innkeeper's wife tells him, “He's the Witcher!”, even though Jaskier is pretty sure that he's heard them very clearly.
Jaskier doesn't know what he was expecting. Not Geralt, but when his eyes lay on the Witcher's hair, he feels nonetheless a pang of disappointment when he notices that the colour is wrong, it's a too dark shade, not even close at the white strands Jaskier is so fond of. It's not even the brownish, gentle colour of Eskel's, and that is definitely not the chaotic head of Lambert. And he's never met Vesemir, but by the stories he heard, the Witcher is definitely not Geralt's mentor.
He blinks frenetically, but his eyes remain dry. He has half a mind to just turn around and forget about the unknown Witcher – right now, it's not strong enough to deal with the mess of another Witcher – but, the other half... the other half is curious. He wants to know who he is. He's been so lonely lately...
“I'll pay for what he eats.” he says then, to the woman in front of him, “Bring him another bowl of broth.”
“Want some, dear?”
Jaskier shakes his head, “I've already eaten, thank you.” he tells her, as he walks towards the Witcher that now is looking straight at him with a confused stare. He fidgets with a hem of his doublet, feeling a bit intimidated under the Witcher's unnerving eyes.
When Jaskier sits finally in front of him, he notices his medallion. The animal it represents is definitely not a wolf. “You're welcome.” he says, because he doesn't really know how to break the ice.
It works, somehow. The Witcher laughs, with a half seductive smile. “You must be the bard that lives here. There's this little girl that this morning talked my ear off about you, while showing me the way to the inn. She said you're funny and have a funny voice.”
Jaskier laughs. She must be the baker's daughter, the split image of her mother. “That must be me, yes.” The innkeeper's wife comes to them with two steaming bowls of broth, and ignores Jaskier splutters when one of the bowls is settled in front of him. She just looks at him, deadpanned, and makes a tactless remark about the weight he has lost lately, before turning back at her chores. “You're here for that child's parent's contract about a wolf.”
“That girl thinks it's a werewolf. And she's godsdamn right about that, at least.” the Witcher eyes at him through long, thick lashes. His eyes are of a strong yellow, they almost glow in the timid light of the torches. There is smudged kohl decorating his lids, it makes them bigger and more feline. They are like a black cat's. “She's wrong about you, you don't seem funny at all. You have no instruments with you, and I am not hearing a single song danced in miles. You're boring,” he grimaces, then, “And depressed. You're depressing me.”
Jaskier doesn't touch the broth, that's going cold under his nose. And really, as much as he's trying to be better, he can't deny those words. “Sorry for that. I... forgot my lute back at home.” he lies easily. His lute has remained untouched since Rinde, and now it's collecting dust inside his case under the bed. “My name is Jaskier, by the way. I was hoping–” what? What was he hoping to obtain? There is a Witcher in front of him and it's not from the Wolf's school. It's all a waste of time. “Nevermind. You're a Cat Witcher, and, I'll be honest, I haven't heard anything good about Cats. People say that you're cunning, and cruel. I, obviously, don't think it's true, because people say those things to all kind of Witcher, really,” he doesn't say that most of those things was Geralt that told him, “But I thank you for your services. If there's really a werewolf around here, it's... bad. It's a very bad... situation. Rarely we've had this kind of problem, here.”
“You know quite a lot 'bout Witchers, uh.” the Witcher pushes his empty bowl to the side, without lowering his gaze from Jaskier's face, “Name's Aiden. I'm a Cat Witcher, and I am usually cruel, if needed.”
Jaskier tries a smile, “Hopefully, we won't need it. I just wanted to tell you that here, you'll be... treated well. Not as a mutant, that is. They are used to Witchers, so no one will charge you more than needed for food and such, and they will pay you what is owed.”
The Witcher – Aiden – passes a hand against his lips, wiping the grease away with a swift move, “Good. I like when I'm payed fair and well. Now, this has been awkward enough so, if the master bard will permit it, I will head to bed. I spent all the day in the woods and found nothing, so if y'all are so cordial as you're saying, now I deserve a very good rest.” he says, standing up and stretching his long limbs. He's more lean and slender than the Witchers Jaskier knows, with less muscles and more agility, he guesses. I bet his cock is still smaller than Geralt's, Jaskier thinks, then, immediately after, he feels the urge to bang his head against the table.
Jaskier doesn't answer him, too occupied in try not to maim himself. But then, Aiden stop in his track and turns around enough to look at him again, contemplating something that Jaskier cannot read in his expression, “Now that I think 'bout it, I have another contract. Considering that I have to wait the next full moon to do anything with the werewolf, better get done with that too.”
Jaskier shrugs. It's not really his concern, after all. For a second, he has the impulse of telling him that, if only he needs it, he has some witchery potions back at his house. Just in case he hasn't enough supplies with him for both the contracts. After all, Geralt won't use them ever again. But, but something stops him to propose that: fuck, they're Geralt's, regardless of everything.
He won't give Geralt's things to anyone for any reason at all.
“The little girl hired me,” Aiden continues, with a grin. “She said that your house is haunted, because every night all the village hears wails coming from.”
Jaskier blinks, “That's... that's untrue.”
“She said that everyone is just ignoring that. Oh, it must be a very scared– correction, scaring creature living into your house.”
“There is no creature in my house! And no one wails in the night!” Jaskier snaps, incredulous. Whatever the fuck? “Well, I would know if there is something like that in my own house, I live there! There is nothing apart from me!”
Aiden raises an eyebrow.
Suddenly, hot shame creeps up Jaskier's chest, coloring his cheeks in an ugly red. “It's not me, Witcher.”
It's impossible. He doesn't cry since the day the townsfolk sent the pie to him. And during the night he, Gods, he just sleeps. He doesn't have nightmares, he has no reason to wail.
“Oh, I don't know. But worry not, bard, I am the monster hunter here, so I'll soon find out what lurks in your shadows, for very little compensation. See ya later, then!”
“Later?” Jaskier repeats, stunned. All he receives for an answer is the Witcher retreated back, and nothing else. He's totally been ignored, damn it. “Fucking hell.” he softly murmurs, even if all he wants to do is screaming for the terrible fate that has fallen upon his head.
He doesn't want another Witcher in his life. One – three, he lost them all – is enough, and he has already stomped on his poor, fragile heart, surely there's no need for another one to push his finger into the still fresh wound. Aiden will notices the evident presence – late presence – of a Witcher, from Geralt's old armors and weapons hanging on the wall, to the countless potions in the storage, and there will be questions, so many question that Jaskier still doesn't want to answer. And if he, indeed, is the one wailing during the night, he'll want to know the reason, and– and he doesn't want to explain himself. He feels so tired.
Dazed, he leaves a couple of coins on the table, next to the untouched, cold bowl of broth and gets out into the fresh evening air. He blinks while walking, not really acknowledging where he's going but pretty sure that his own feet are taking him home.
He thought he was feeling better. He thought that after a couple of months, he's made peace with what happened in Rinde, considering that it was no one's fault, considering that now Geralt is safer that he'll ever be with him, considering that all he wants is Geralt's happiness even if it's not with him. Sure, Jaskier's always been selfish, and he's always wanted everything despite it all, but– but he thought that with Geralt was different, that he was – is – more important than his foolish humanly desires.
And yet, Gods. And yet, here he is, sad and depressed, still waiting for Geralt to come home.
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WHAT WILL JIMIN POST ON JK'S BIRTHDAY 2020?
Interesting question. I get why my Askbox is flooded with it. May thirteen was a disappointment. Most Jikookers were looking forward to a reinforcement of a long established Jikook tradition- well everyone except me and a couple others I think. Y'all don't be paying attention. Lol
Jikook are complex beings and like any complex organism they learn to adapt to situations and surroundings. They are predictable in that way but also they are not. It's paradoxical, I know.
If you paid any attention to what was going on from late March through to June you'd have known there was little to no likelihood May 13 was gonna happen.
And if it had happened, it would have taken on a whole new meaning at least to some of us. But hey, 5/8 right? Sure. Jimin smart. We stan a Bigbrain.
Anywho, tomorrow is not about Jimin or Jikook or any ship. It's about JK. It's about celebrating the gift of life that he is. For all the times he's been hated on, this is the only day out of 365 days that we as a fandom get to put our differences aside and come together to show our love and appreciation for him- I hope.
I don't see why Jimin wouldn't do the same for him. Especially since it's been a long established tradition not just for Jikook but for all the members.
They all celebrate eachother's birthday to varying degrees but at the bare minimum they wish each other a happy birthday. That's the norm.
All the other members will wish JK a happy birthday and that includes Jimim. If you understand why people celebrate others birthday you'll understand this is not complicated at all. So it's not a question of will Jimin post tomorrow.
Jimin is a very kind, thoughtful and a loving person. It would be weird of him not to wish his fellow bandmate a happy birthday on his birthday. He would. He should. Rest assured.
But I understand that what y'all are asking me as far as Jikook is concerned and shipping goes is whether Jimin would do something extraordinary for JK this year like he did last year, what he would do and whether he would post about it.
Even though I am certain he will post, I can't tell you what that post is going to be, I'm an alien not Jesus you know?
What I can speculate on is whether or not Jimin would make another grand gesture like that of last year. Which is what this post is going to be about.
The answer to that question is not as simple as yes he would or no he wouldn't. Personally, I expect him to do something a little bit out of the ordinary or coded this year. I'll explain in a bit.
To be clear, I don't expect a repeat of last year or anything of the magnitude of last year at all as much as that would make me uWu so hard. Although... what if he pulls a 360 on us and propose to Jk on his birthday?what? I'm speaking it into existence!
What Jimin did last year was an exception not the norm. You don't fly half way across the world just because. To me that was a grand grand gesture in the history of JK's birthdays and I don't expect a repeat of it unless the circumstances that lead to that moment repeats its self.
The circumstances being that they were broke up and he was trying to fix things. Cough, cough.
JK's birthday last year was an Echo of Manila. A general consensus among Jikookers, is that JK had been mad because Jimin was choosing to spend time with Taemin on the eve of his birthday hence why he had had posted that song knowing full well Jimin would see it as a way to guilt trip Jimin.
If that is right, then Jimin flying over to be with Jk would be a huge statement.
2015 and 2019 are the years that have stood out to me most, birthday wise: Jimin saying he wanted to give JK a kiss on his 18th birthday and him flying from Paris to South K to be with JK on his birthday.
If you've ever heard Jimin talk about money, he is prudent and wise about money. I mean rather than spend millions on a luxury apartment he chose to buy an investment property instead. He is a Libra, I wouldn't expect anything less.
On his vacation trips, he's known to share cost of expenses with the friends he travels with if he's traveling with them. I won't call him frugal though, thoughtful and selective is more like it.
So when he does something of this nature, it's not nothing. He was making a statement period. He was proving something to someone- if you say Army I'll smack the back of your head. Lol
JK. He was proving something to JK. It's always been JK- so help me lord if you say it's Fanservice! It is not. It wasn't for Fanservice.
I've seen people around corners of the internet saying he didn't have to post his Paris video if he was going to go see JK anyway to celebrate with him. That the whole video message thing on Twitter seemed very much private.
I agree with the part about the video seeming private. It seemed personal to me. But it also seemed like the point of that video was to let JK know his location at the time to perhaps throw him off the surprise he had planned for later.
People have argued JM was just pulling a 'prank' on JK with that whole Paris trip to begin with. They were on a hiatus, they had been together prior to JM leaving for France a few days to JK's birthday so it doesn't make sense that they would be broken up at that time period and it doesn't make sense that Jimin will leave for Paris and fly back home only to leave again so it must be a prank.
... Sure. Valid point. However, I don't see Jimin being reckless with money or honestly that shallow. If that was a prank that was an expensive one.
And yes, Jimin didn't have to go on the trip. It wasn't business. It was leisure. I can see how that would be confusing to JK especially when it seemed JM was choosing to spend time with someone, be somewhere else rather than with him on his birthday- yet again. Coughing in Manila.
But sure, I can see how that would be the best 'prank' surprise for JK. Shaking my head. I don't think that was all that was happening with Jikook around that time as I have hinted at several times across my blog posts.
Jikook were broke up around that time, that trip was a grand gesture, Jimin's way to make up with Jk let him know he's learned his lessons. His friends are important but JK comes first. The lightning struck twice for JM and he got a second chance to redeem himself- the definition of GRAND gesture.
If you are a Kpop enthusiast you would also know about the political climate in S.K around that time frame and how it was impacting the Kpop world in general. Certain Boy Bands were under investigation for certain 'offences' I don't want to get into.
On August 11th, one member of such said boy band was arrested- allegedly. I don't know what it had to do with BTS or whether it had anything to do with them at all and I'm not insinuating anything but I just found that impromptu hiatus in August a bit suspicious giving everything else that was going on in S.K.
If 'people' were looking into Kpop boybands then I am certain BTS was on top of that list just because they are the biggest boyband and have been a target of haters for years.
Needless to say, I do not think they were gonna find anything at all on the boys if in deed they had looked but if the boys had a secret- like say two of their members being in the LGBTQ plus community then I assume that secret was bound to be found out?
It is why I believe the boys were asked to lay low in August and that Jikook specifically had been asked by BigHit to tone things down while they navigated the muddy mess of public scrutiny- in my opinion.
I also find it a bit interesting that both of Jikook later that same month and period would be involved in a scandal involving women- But feel free to draw your own conclusions on that however you please. This is just mine: I think that move was straight out of the PR books. Classic Olivia Pope-esque move. Lol
I know some people think it is in the best interest of Jikook to hide their relationship if they are real and that Jikook want to hide their relationship: I disagree.
Just based on my own observation, I don't think they enjoy hiding at all. Especially JK. Well, he did say he didn't want to hide anymore in GCF Saipan didn't he? Can't argue with that.
But also, out of the two, JK is the one who seems the most grounded and sure about their relationship. This is seen best in moments where they've almost been caught. JK's been the least bothered or throw off. Almost as if he doesn't mind if people find out about them.
For instance, when BTS exposed JK for sneaking into Jimin's bed Jimin looked terrified as fuck. He pointed to JK, almost throwing him under the bus but for someone behind the camera asking him to chill, Jimin would have freaked out of his mind.
Then we have that infamous moment when Jimin and JK walked into JK's room and spotted the camera. The look on JM's face said it all. But JK seemed pretty chill about it to me.
Now these moments are relevant because JM was caught unaware. They were both caught off guard and so their reactions were instinctive. By instinct Jimin freaked out which says to me he is afraid to be exposed or outed perhaps because he isn't ready to come out- yet. While JK's reaction on the other says to me he doesn't mind at all if people found out about them which could be because he is ready to come out.
I know what you are thinking and no. That time in the track when they were caught taking photos- JK looked more like he didn't appreciate the invasion of his privacy rather then terrified he was caught. They were on set and so they knew there were cameras roaming around and anyone could stumble on them. They were both consciously self aware of their environment which is why JM was able to make a quick comeback.
I can go on and on about this about this topic but the post is already getting too long.
My point is, Jikook don't like to hide. When you are in love you want the whole world to know. And so often, they fluctuate between wanting to keep their relationship a secret for the sake of their careers and wanting to declare and openly claim eachother.
Keeping their relationship a secret is bound to be stressful on them physically and emotionally. Just because they don't like to be outed don't mean they enjoy hiding.
Their secret is not theirs alone to tell. They have people whose careers depend on them. Their secret is inextricably linked with five other people. People whose careers could end instantly if their secret so much as came out accidentally or even by design.
I don't think either of them is selfish enough to risk that. Not even in the name of love. And this is especially true for Jimin the way I see it. As for JK..... I don't think he gives a shit. Bless him.
This doesn't mean, however, that they don't enjoy teetering the line. It's part of the thrill that fuels their passions- when they get to play at being caught and exposed or just the mere thought they are out smarting the public- fucking exhibitionist!
Jokes aside, I believe there is a sense of comfort and security they get from knowing there are thousands of people out there who enjoy and celebrate their love as openly as they would want to and they live openly vicariously through us.
Our support and acceptance means so much to them. Which is why often you find them reaching out to us.
Being told to lay low even if it's for their own interests would get on their nerves especially for a rebel like JK and Jimin knew this hence why that public display of his affection for Jk on Twitter.
Thus, I do I think JM would make another gesture similar to what he did last year but whatever gesture of he does make one would be unique in it's own way from last year's and would be more of an assurance of his love for JK and a prove to Army that they are fine just because i think they have both been through a lot this year just as he said in the dynamite MV reaction VLive which was rudely sabotaged by Tae.
Jimin seemed like he wanted to have a 'public' moment with JK as explained in my previous post on the Dynamite Reaction Vlive. And given as that moment was interrupted, I expect him to try that again. Whatever message he wanted to deliver it seemed more intended for JK as much as us their supporters.
He has been pretty active on social media lately in the days leading up to JK's birthday. He seems to be gearing up for something. He ain't slick.
So yea, part of me hopes and expect him to do something nice, to make a statement similar to last year's but I cannot ignore also that there's been a lot of eyes and attention on Jikook a lot lately. More so than usual.
Posting something of that nature would single them out and only escalate the situation especially if it is something that makes them both stand out from the others.
For context, I am talking about the heat they recieved as a result of the Dynamite MV. That heat is drenched in homophobia and they and BigHit could care shit about that as I explained in my previous post but you have to understand it can have a negative impact on their mental health.
I mean, NamJoon is constantly being paired with JK a lot lately. It's almost as if he is keeping an eye on Him constantly if you know what I mean. Tae has also been keeping an eye on Jikook, outing Jikook's schemes and shenanigans before they happen like in that Dynamite MV Reaction VLive where he asked JK not to look into the camera during Jimin's solo commentary.
It's understandable. Their interest is as stake too. If Jikook go down, they are going down too. It's daisy.
What I'm saying is, Jikook is being monitored and it would be daring of Jimin to do something as grand for JK openly like that.
But who knows. If it's gonna make JK happy because they've both been through a lot this half of the year then JM would definitely definitely do it. He is defiant like that and he can be a bit of a dare devil when it comes to proving his stance to Jk. He wouldn't hesitate for a second. I love that about him.
Mad respect for him if he does. Mad mad respect for him if he does. But if he doesn't you'd all know why.
In conclusion, I'm saying I'm expecting something more than a happy birthday text from Jimin this year. I'm expecting something more meaningful, deep, coded and uniquely Jikook.
If it happens to be a proposal Ayla you can have all my shmoney! Lol
Signed,
GOLDY
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Clarifications || Jolia
Tagging: DJ Berry & Jo Fabray ( @jofabray )
Date: August 23
Location: Jo’’s Suite
Summary: The aftermath of the threesome with Tina.
DJ
The night with Jo and Tina had been a series of ups and downs. But for the most part, DJ had enjoyed the time that they had spent with the other submissive. And she felt like if given the opportunity she could become even more confident and comfortable in situations like that. She felt, despite some lingering tension, like she had done well the night before. And she hoped that Jo had felt the same way. Even if she wasn't certain. And that was something that she needed to go over with the blonde that day. Because she had some worries and things that had bugged her that she wanted to be honest with Jo about and hopefully get some clarity on. Tina had left not too long before and DJ had busied herself with cleaning some things up, even if they weren't things that truly needed to be cleaned. It was more to keep her mind and body occupied until she felt the confidence to talk with Jo. Eventually though, she made her way to the living room and claimed her spot on her knees. She let out a slow breath and glanced down at her thighs, waiting for the Domme.
Jo
The experience of having two submissives under orders at the same time was a different one for Jo. It had been complicated, and she knew that not every part of it had gone smoothly, but she hoped that when it was said and done DJ and Tina both felt like they'd been given a fair share of attention and treated as equally as Jo could manage. She knew that her lack of experience meant that mistakes could be made, and while it would hurt if she'd done so at least the experience would be better for all of them the next time. Stretched out on the couch with a book as Jo cleaned, she looked up with a smile as her girl came to kneel before her. "Hello, darlin' girl. All finished up out there?"
DJ
She offered a small smile and nodded her head. "Yes, Miss, I managed to clean everything up." She assured her, biting down on her bottom lip and then clearing her throat slightly. "Do you think that we could talk for a minute, please, Miss?" DJ questioned, head tilting to the side as she glanced up at the Domme. She felt anxious and unsure, but she promised that she would be honest about the way that she was feeling and she wanted to do that, even if it was very difficult to speak up. She chewed on the inside of her cheek waiting for the Domme to respond.
Jo
"Such a good girl," Jo praised, wanting DJ to know - as always - that what she did was never unappreciated and would never go without reward. The question, and particularly how nervous DJ looked, made Jo a little nervous in return, but she didn't hesitate. Communication was one of the things that was most important to any potential claim. "Of course we can, darlin'. Would y'all like to stay where you are for this, or would you like to join me on the couch?"
DJ
The praise, as always, caused a warmth to spread within her and she sighed contently. She let it soothe her for just a few moments, and also let Jo's willingness to speak with her sooth her a bit as well. "I'd like to stay here, please." The submissive expressed, feeling more centered with her place on the floor, taking a few moments to breathe and gain control of herself. She rubbed the back of her neck and then cleared her throat. "Did I do something wrong last night while we were with Tina, Miss?"
Jo
"Of course, darlin' girl." Jo straightened up a little, though, making sure her book was tucked away and that DJ had her full and complete attention. The wait felt long but she didn't wriggle or fidget, because DJ deserved focus. "Did you..." she started to repeat, shaking her head. "No, Dalia, not at all. Y'all didn't do a thing wrong. Why do you ask?" That was the part that worried her. If something had happened to make her feel bad, then that was on Jo's head.
DJ
"I just..." She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I feel a bit dumb for asking. But Tina got to make you and I cum..." She paused and chewed on her bottom lip. "And then you got to make Tina cum but I didn't get to make anyone cum. And I wasn't sure if that was because I had done something wrong." She paused and rubbed the back of her neck. "But I guess I'm really just being selfish because you should have gotten to make her cum if you want to. I'm sorry, Miss." DJ said quietly, looking back down at her lap.
Jo
Jo paused, looking down at her fingers for a moment as she tried to remember the sequence of events. Tina had made DJ cum. Then Jo had sat on her face as DJ had...had started getting her off before Tina asked her to stop. And then when they'd restarted, Jo had taken her place. She immediately felt like an idiot for not realizing before, and her face fell a little. "You're not selfish, darlin' girl. And you're not dumb for askin'. But it was absolutely not because y'all did anythin' wrong. It's because I wasn't thinkin'." Jo ran a hand through her hair, frustrated and upset with herself. "When we stopped, I guess I lost track of who'd been where. Stupid of me," she shook her head, scuffing her sock against the floor with a sigh. "You did nothin' wrong, my girl. Not one single thing. Your Domme just...needs to learn to plan better. My fault, and definitely not yours."
DJ
Watching Jo's face fall had caused a sharp pain in her chest. She almost felt like she could have kept the question to herself because nothing was worth watching Jo's face fall like that. She hated that she had been the cause of that look on her Domme's face. She shuffled closer to her Domme as Jo began to speak. She wasn't sure if Jo was right about her not being selfish, but she was glad that the blonde didn't think that she was dumb for asking the question. She felt a bit better that she hadn't done anything wrong, but she still hated that she had caused the Domme to look so bad. "No...you're not stupid, Miss. Please don't think that way. I just....I just wanted to make sure." She paused for a moment. "Can I come sit on you?"
Jo
"Y'all can always, always ask me," Jo promised, trying to shake off her frustration at such an easy mistake. All she'd had to do was keep better track of things and DJ wouldn't have had to worry about it. But should a night with the three of them ever happen again she'd be better at planning things out. "Of course, darlin'. Come on up." Jo patted her lap, waiting for DJ to join her and wrapping her gently in her arms. "I'm sorry y'all felt left out. It won't happen again, I swear."
DJ
She eased off of her knees and moved to claim her spot on her Domme's lap. She slipped her arms around Jo's neck and then pressed her lips against Jo's cheek. "Thank you for the apology, Domina. And you're forgiven. I really just wanted to make sure that I hadn't disappointed you somehow. But I should have known that you would have been clear that I was being punished." DJ expressed with a shrug and then nuzzled against her Dominant's neck, breathing in her familiar scent. "I am so happy to be yours. I want you to know that." She felt like the blonde could use a bit of a reminder.
Jo
The kiss against her cheek went a long way toward easing the disappointment that Jo felt in what she'd done. The apology did the rest, and she rested her head gently against DJ's with a hint of a smile. "I would have. But I so, so appreciate that y'all asked me to clear things up. If I'm gonna be good for you, I need ya to help me out that way. To ask questions, let me know when y'all feel like somethin' happened that you don't understand. So that I can figure it all out with you." Her smile grew wider at the soft statement, and she pulled DJ more tightly against her. "I am so happy that you're mine, darlin'. Happier than I've ever known."
DJ
"You told me you wanted me to be open and honest and it's not easy but I'm trying my best. Because I want to make you proud of me. And I want to make it easier on you that I'm yours." She grinned as Jo said that she was happier than anything else to know that DJ was hers. It was so special to know that that knowledge could bring such happiness out of the Domme. Because being Jo's made her so incredibly happy as well. More than she could even begin to describe. Resting against her, she gently kissed her neck. "May I ask something else please, Miss?"
Jo
"That is exactly what I told you," Jo agreed with a smile. "Because I don't think a claim can happen without honesty, and that's what I've promised y'all in return." She did shake her head, though, at the next sentence. "Being mine doesn't have to be easy, darlin', it just has to feel right to us both. Good things rarely come easy." DJ's kiss on her neck felt entirely too good, but rather than get distracted she was quick to take in the question. "Of course, darlin'. Ask away."
DJ
"I know you're right, Miss. And I want you to be honest with me about everything too. It will make us a more solid relationship and claim moving forward." She said gently. "I know it doesn't have to be easy but I don't want to be something that makes your life more challenging. Does that make sense?" DJ expressed, wanting her thoughts to be easy to understand. "Did you really enjoy the time with two submissives? And do you think it was because you were with two subs in general or because of who you were with?" DJ questioned, curled tightly into her Domme as her eyes closed. It felt like an important question and her tummy churned slightly as she was waiting for the answer.
Jo
"I can always promise honesty," Jo assured her. "Above all, and no matter what." There was no way she'd enter a claim with anyone that she couldn't be totally honest with at all times. She'd seen the sort of ugliness that lived in her parents' claim, and she would never subject herself to that. "It does," she promised. "But that doesn't mean that y'all should ever hold back, either, because makin' my life easier doesn't mean not bein' true to yourself, all the time." The question wasn't unexpected, but Jo didn't rush out an answer. This was an important conversation, and DJ deserved a well thought out reply. "I did," she nodded. "It's a challenge, for sure, but I think everyone had a good time and that's all I really wanted. As for the why...I thought Tina was a nice fit with both of us, sure. But it's really, really important to remember, darlin' - all we did was play video games and have sex. It was nice doin' that with Tina, and with y'all. But you're my choice to be here all the time. To be domestic, to live the quiet moments with. If Tina becomes someone we could both share that with one day, then we'll talk about it then. But you're my priority, okay? You're going to be my claim. Anythin' else that might happen is a long way down the road."
DJ
She was a little anxious about the question that she had asked but she knew it was a necessary to ask. She knew that Jo wanted her, but she also knew that Jo could want another submissive and she was glad she had taken the class to prepare for that possibly reality. When Jo began to speak, she nodded her head. Beyond wondering if she had done something wrong, it had been a very enjoyable time. "Tina is a very fun person. I had a very good time with her. And...she did pay attention to me." DJ expressed with a smile. When Jo said that there was something important that she needed to remember, she sat up and glanced at her. She nodded when she said that they had only played video games and had sex. She felt her cheeks flush and she smiled when Jo said that she was the one that she had chosen for now and that they would talk if things became more serious. She paused and rubbed her forehead slightly. "So...me first? And then you'll think about a second claim? What if you get a really strong connection with someone else?" She paused. "I don't want you to miss out. Even if I do love being your priority."
Jo
Jo smiled, running her fingers through DJ's dark hair. "She did, and I was very glad to see that. And I'm really happy that y'all had fun with her, because I wanted that more than anything else for the night." She felt really good about the conversation they were having, knowing that she could both ease DJ's fears and work through some of her own. "You first," she nodded. "And then we'll see what happens. But a second claim isn't a necessity for me. You are. Anything else can be figured out later on." She didn't want her girl thinking that she'd be somehow lacking without another claim. "And if I have a connection with someone, I'll expect them to be able to wait for us. Our claim is what I want. It's my goal. And then we'll see."
DJ
The feeling of fingers running through her hair was always a beautiful thing. It helped relax her and ease her fears. "Thank you, Miss. Our claim is my goal too. I am very excited to be yours wholly and completely. I wouldn't want to be anyone else's. And if someone else comes around that you feel really connected with I want you to go for it. As long as I have time with you...as long as I'm not forgotten...I can deal with it." She promised. "I just...as long as you're mine, I can handle anything."
Jo
Jo was grateful to hear it - she knew that the idea of someone else added to a claim would always be a challenge. Both parties would have to be assured of their equality and made to feel special, and neither of them could ever feel lesser than. But it meant the world to her that DJ would be willing to try something like for her if the time came. "You are so wonderful, darlin' girl. So completely wonderful," she smiled, pressing a soft kiss to DJ's forehead. "Whether that day ever comes or not, y'all will never be forgotten. You're mine. Always." She hesitated for a second before going on. "I had a thought...about our trial. I promise it's nothing bad, at all. But I really, really want y'all to give me your honest opinion on it."
DJ
"I might get jealous. Especially if they don't want me too. But I promise to do my best to be good." DJ assured the Domme with a shrug of her shoulders. "I will be good for you though. Promise. I know you won't forget me. Just...yeah." She froze when Jo mentioned having a thought about their trial claim, feeling like her breath was caught in her throat. When Jo said that it wasn't bad, her body relaxed and she sighed. "Okay, Miss. What's on your mind?"
Jo
"If they don't want you too, my girl, then they're not part of our future. Our claim comes first, and no one gets to come in and not be into you. Because y'all are important to me, and you'd need to be important to them as well. And you will never, ever be forgotten." DJ's quick breath reminded Jo that she needed to be more gentle with her questions. "So, I've been reading some of the old trial approvals that are on file, and I noticed something. A collar is an option for a trial, but so is a set of cuffs. And I wondered if that might be something fun - to do a set of cuffs for the trial and then a collar for our permanent claim. But I want to know how that'd make y'all feel. Would you rather a collar? Honest answers, please, don't tell me what ya think I want to hear."
DJ
She smiled softly at the Domme's words. "It's really nice to hear you say that, Miss." She bit down on her bottom lip as Jo stated the question that she wanted to ask. Her hand lifted to her neck and rubbed and the space where a collar would one day rest. "I'm...really looking forward to wearing your collar. But if you think it would be better to wear cuffs instead, I can do that, Miss." DJ expressed, dropping her hand from her neck and shrugging slightly. "I understand if you want to wait until it's real to get me a collar."
Jo
"It's just the honest truth, my girl. Simple as that." Jo nodded. "That was why I wanted to ask, darlin' girl. A trial doesn't mean it's not real to me, and I want it to feel real to you too. So we're gonna get a collar for the trial and another one for our permanent claim. Actually, I have the one for our permanent one already, but that's neither here nor there. That's the way we'll go." She pulled DJ a little closer to kiss her. "I can't wait to see you wear my collar."
DJ
"But you clearly thought about me wearing cuffs for you, My Miss. If that's something you want then I would be willing to do it for you. I will have forever with your collar around my neck. So I can wear a cuff for you if you want that." She perked up when Jo said that she had her collar already. "You already picked it out for me? That's...I have to wait until you claim me to see it right?" She paused, moaning as lips pressed against her own. When Jo pulled back, she felt like like she was high on it. "I'm so excited. But I love that you already want it."
Jo
Reaching up, Jo cupped DJ's cheeks with her hands and smiled. "I thought about it, yes. But I wanted to know what y'all thought before I made any plans. What I want is for you to tell me what you'd rather wear, and you did. If I find a pair of cuffs that really speaks to me or something, then maybe ya can have both. But otherwise we'll go with the collar." The way that Dalia's expression picked up at finding out about her permanent collar made Jo smile in return. "Y'all do have to wait, yes. That's a special thing that doesn't come out until the day I put it on ya." Her own smile felt so big that she didn't know how her face could contain it. "There isn't a single doubt in my head, darlin'. You're my girl, and there's nothin' we could find out in a trial that's goin' to change my mind."
DJ
As Jo cupped her cheeks, her eyes fell shut and she let out a soft breath. "But I want to please you. And if that will please you, I will do it." She smiled when Jo spoke again. "Okay, Miss. That sounds like a very good idea." She pouted when the Domme said she had to wait. "Will you let me look at it for a while before you put it on me? Just because like...I really want to see it." DJ expressed, biting down on her bottom lip. "When did you find it? Did you have it already or did you find it for me?" She grinned and nuzzled into Jo's shoulder again. "Your girl. No one else's. Ever."
Jo
"Y'all did please me, darlin'. You told me what would make you feel good. That's all I'd ever ask." Her little pout was so adorable that Jo had to kiss it away before she went on. "You'll have a nice long look, I promise. It's in a little display box, and on the night I give it to you we're going to sit at the table and have dinner with it waiting there. Then I'm goin' to ask you if y'all want it, and then I'll put it on. So I promise you'll get a good look." Jo shook her head. "I found it for ya. I ordered it a while back, but it just came in a week or two ago." She was beyond excited, but for her own sake she couldn't bear to take it out of the box until the time came. It would hurt too much to put it back. "Not ever," she agreed. "My perfect, amazin', darlin' girl."
DJ
She hummed when Jo said that she had pleased her by being honest and she toyed with her Domme's shirt gently. DJ let the sound of Jo's voice wash over her as she explained what the night she got her collar would be like. She painted a beautiful, perfect, picture. Her heart swelled again when Jo said that she had found the collar for her. There was something so profound about knowing that Jo had spent time finding her forever collar for her. She felt tears well up and she rubbed at her forehead slightly in response, a wet chuckle falling from her lips. Emotions were weird things sometimes. "I can't wait to see it." It would be a while until she got the chance so she was trying not to feel too excited by it, but it was virtually impossible to do so.
Jo
"Oh, darlin', come here," Jo murmured softly, pulling her close and resting DJ's head in the crook of her neck. "I've got you. Right here with me." She knew the exact emotions that her girl was going through, because they were the same ones she'd felt looking through the catalogue of collars to find one that screamed DJ's name at her. "Soon enough, darlin'. But first you'll get to see your trial collar, and that one will hold a place for it. That one I don't have yet, but I'll have the perfect one here before we send our application in."
DJ
She didn't fight as she was pulled against the Domme, blinking slowly and nodding her head. "Here with you." She repeated quietly. "I'm sure whatever you pick will be perfect." She sighed softly and continued to toy with Jo's shirt. "I'm just so anxious for it to get here. I know I'm yours. But..." She trailed off with a shrug as she closed her eyes again, letting Jo's closeness relax and calm her.
Jo
Jo knew all too well what was on DJ's mind. It was the same twisty, painful thought that sometimes haunted her own - that the longer the day took to come, the more chance there was that someone else would take her away. "But until the day comes, it'll always feel like it might not," she nodded. "I understand, my girl. I wish I could make it come faster, take this wait away, and make sure ya never have to be with anyone but me. But we'll get through it. We'll keep our schedule regular, make sure y'all are here as often as we can swing, and before you know we'll be ready to send in our application."
DJ
Her bottom lip trembled and she nodded her head when Jo finished her thought. It was a nasty one. A terrifying one. One that could sometimes eat away at her in the middle of the night when she was sure that Jo was sleeping and she didn't want to bother her. The thought of Jo being taken away from her in any way was a difficult one to swallow, and it was nice to know that Jo understood. Even if she didn't want Jo to ever think that she would leave. "No matter who I'm with, there's so many parts of me that they don't get. My heart. My soul. My future."
Jo
Shutting her eyes tightly, Jo breathed against DJ for a moment as she drank those words in. It was everything to her, to know that there were parts of her girl that no one else got to see. Got to experience or know or touch. "You know me in a way that no one else does, darlin' girl. Y'all know the past, you know about Bay and the thing my sisters don't know. Y'all are my future. My heart. And my soul." She deliberately echoed DJ's choice of words. "And no one can ever take that away. Not ever."
DJ
Knowing that she knew things about Jo that no one else knew was beautiful. She knew that if Jo found another submissive, she would have to tell her those things. But for now, she felt very protective of that knowledge. DJ felt those three words forming on the tip of her tongue. But she was still afraid to speak them into existence. She should have felt safe enough to say them, but she didn't know if she could handle Jo not saying them back. And so she would wait. After all...the words that they had spoken were just as much, if not more, a promise than those three words. "Thank you. For always saying and being exactly what I need. Thank you for doing your best and for always helping me do better." She mused softly.
Jo
Jo's grip tightened, just a little. "You're so welcome, my girl. And y'all have all of my thanks in return. For being a submissive who helped me remember how to Domme. Helped me remember who I was - and that's not an exaggeration. Thank you for bein' the person I need, for tryin' your utmost at everything you do, and for makin' me not just a better Domme but a better person."
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The Light of the Stars and The Glitter in Your Eyes Chapter 2
In order to pay honor to MY god of lesbians, this was written listening mostly to Tegan and Sara.
Also lemme know if y'all want my GammaHammer spotify playlist, I'll post it with the next chp.
Please excuse any errors, this is un-betaed since I was just so excited to publish another chapter! (lol sorry @get-lostsquidward I’ll send you chp 3)
The sight of the mess hall, which was filled to the brim with Asgardians, was heartening for Thor to see. There was a bustle of noise passing through the room, bits of conversations that mingled into one sound that washed over him. The corners of his lips stretched out wide.
“These, Bruce, are my people!” he said, his arm waving out across the room. Bruce looked up at Thor through half-lidded eyes. He was tired but more himself now, right-leaning smiles and soft wrinkles in his cheeks abound.
“They’re great,” Bruce patted Thor’s arm and Thor felt a light tingle rush the spot, “I’m gonna find myself some food, okay?”
Bruce made his way to the start of the food line. They had been able to use a combination of the food stored on the ship and what they had managed to get while rushing off their planet to make an approximation of Asgardian dishes. It was close enough, Thor hoped, to what Bruce ate normally. Thor was finding that since their time on Sakaar, he had developed a compulsive need to keep Bruce from having a freak out, maybe out of some lingering guilt for asking for the Hulk over Banner, maybe a naturally ingrained sympathy for someone who needed it so much as Bruce.
“Hey, Thor. Me and Meek were just looking for you, buddy.” Korg and Meek were in front of him suddenly and Thor took his eyes off Bruce. Meek issued a squeak of a hello and waved a blade at him. Thor took one pace back.
“I’m doing well, large worm, thank you,” Thor said to Meek with a nod. He caught a glint of black and the sheen of leather, and began to change course, “We will continue this later.”
“Okay. Let’s talk soon. We’ve got some big, uh, military ideas for you Asgardians, alright?”
Thor halted himself. Political strategy had been absent from his head for a long time, dispelled with trips through the galaxy and banged out through raging battles with monsters and fire demons and trolls. He hadn’t considered needing it again for a long time, hoping for centuries more of Odin’s rule. He never had understood those who chose politics.
“Can’t wait!” Thor says as he pushed out an over the top grin. Korg gave him a thumbs up and Thor turned away as he suppressed a wince.
“Those fools,” Loki muttered under his breath once Thor had settled into the bench seating, “from the Grandmaster’s trash pile approached me wanting to work on the defense council. That is ridiculous, and I hope you will not be allowing it.”
“They are not fools. Korg is a friend. And, as for the council. . .” Thor trailed off, and then diverted, quick, “By the way, were you and the Grandmaster, like, a . . . ?”
Loki looked down and pushed at the food on his plate. His lips shifted against each other.
“I did what I needed to do to move up the ranks. The Grandmaster had very specific requirements for those ranks.”
Thor smiled to himself, which faded into slight horror as his head formed an image of Loki and the Grandmaster together. He was developing a taunt for Loki to expel the idea from his mind as Loki spoke again.
“Do you think it’s very wise to have him on the ship with us?” Loki asked and Thor tracked his eyeline. It was focused on Bruce.
“Banner? Um, yes? Is that a trick question, brother?”
“I’m not so worried about the doctor. It’s the beast part that I’m concerned about.” Loki was still staring at Bruce and Thor swore he saw the small wisps of fear passing under his eyes. Thor let a hint of a smirk loose. He looked at Bruce again, who was half way through the food line and talking to Valkyrie over the meats section. His shirt was dwarfing him, Thor had overestimated the size, and he didn’t believe it was possible to fear any part of this curly haired, droopy eyed man.
“He won’t be a problem,” Thor grinned at Loki.
“I just . . . I’m not sure about all these foreigners with us. Humans, rock-things, all of them,” Loki grumbled into his palm.
“Well, you are, in a loose definition of the word, a ‘foreigner’ as well,” Thor added, but regretted it as soon as he saw Loki’s eyes narrow into disquieted, aghast slits and the side of his mouth flatten out against his face, “Sorry, you are . . . I didn’t mean . . . you’re my brother, Loki, and an Asgardian, of course, and I-”
Thor was thankful to be cut off from his ramblings by Bruce’s arrival with a hefty plate that fell heavy against the table.
“Uh, hey there, Loki,” Bruce said, voice half there. The two eyed each other back and forth, a conversation of mutual fright and distrust, before Loki stood up, turned, his greasy hair tossing with him, and was running off. Bruce looked to Thor with puffed out cheeks.
“Jeez, I didn’t mean to . . .”
Thor shook his head at Bruce’s words, giving him a light smile, then looked over his plate, which was coming over its edges with food. Bruce blushed and released a laugh from high in his lungs, one of his main repertoire of laughs. This one always made Thor laugh too, in a short burst that he just couldn’t keep in.
“I . . . after I go all Hulk-y and stuff, I’m really hungry, alright?”
Thor nodded, smirking, and small breeze of a chuckle passed out of his lips. Bruce responded back with a push of a laugh. The laughing started to feel like a conversation, a puff of something around Bruce’s bite of ambiguous meat, a groan of a giggle as Thor dipped his fork into the pile of Bruce’s food.
“A warrior’s meal,” Thor said, eyes on Bruce, after they had devoured the plate as a team. Bruce shrugged, but he was smiling.
Bruce went back to the room after their monumental meal, and as much as Thor would have liked to as well, he got caught in a mix of questions by his citizens the second he stood.
Hemidhall pulled him from the swarm of mothers asking about education and beefy men and women wanting to reestablish the warrior force. Thor was glad for the rescue, but only briefly, for he was less than happy when Hemidhall spoke.
“Tomorrow morning, early, meeting with the councils of defense and diplomacy. We need to get a handle on this before we land.”
Thor agreed, against his heart and his happiness, on the meeting, and snuck out the side of the hall to his room.
When he entered, Bruce was standing in front of the bed with three holographic, torso-sized screens spread out around him.
“The ship-it has, like, Earth internet! Like academic databases and stuff! I think it might have non-Earth internet, too, or the equivalent of internet, I guess.”
Thor came up behind Bruce. The screen glow shrouded them both of a blanket of light.
“Show me,” Thor said, his voice restrained as the idea of council meetings fuzzed out his focus. Bruce enacted some flicks of his fingers and one screen showed a page titled The Five Greatest Mysteries of Antimatter .
“I was actually writing a paper on this before I was the big guy for, ah, two years, so I’d thought I’d pick it up again. I don’t really remember what my thesis was, but, uh, I’m trying.” Bruce tried to focus back on the screen, his eyes going into tight slits as he pressed a bit closer to it.
“Are your eyes alright, Bruce?” Thor asked.
“Uh, yeah, I just don’t have my glasses.”
“I’ll get you some.” Thor had no idea how he would get glasses on this ship if he couldn’t manage Midgardian clothes, but the authority of telling Bruce he would was a boost to his ego he needed to have. Bruce mumbled an ‘m’kay thanks’ and turned back to his screen. Thor took the hint and started on his way to the bed, catching himself in the mirror.
Loki was correct, Thor looked exactly like a young shadow of father. A shadow, though, who had failed to leech off any of its owner’s wisdom. He furrowed his brow and brought his palm up to cover the patch. He sighed and dropped the palm, falling heavy onto the bed.
They were silent for a while, outside of Bruce muttering things to himself in excited hushes, and Thor fell into the vacuum of his head.
It felt like it had last time, his return to Asgard after Ultron when Odin had once again offered him the throne. He had ran then, and he wanted to run again, one more time, just deny a bit longer so he can soul search and wander and sleep around and be unplaced. Thor had never been particularly interested in the ‘king’ title once he had delved into what it entailed. ‘Prince’ was nice, it was royal, but vague on the responsibility, freedom and respect in a balance that fit his sensibilities. ‘King’ was too heavy on his shoulders, like a cloak he could never remove, cursed by heredity.
Thor sighed rougher than he had meant to and Bruce turned to him.
“Thor?”
Thor snapped back to the voices that existed outside of his head, “Huh?”
“You doing alright over there?” Bruce asked, stepping to the bed. Thor jolted up and fixed his spine to a ridgid straight line. He snapped his face into something neutral.
“Yep,” he said through tight lips. The bed dipped behind him and he turned to see Bruce next to him.
“You sure?”
Thor paused, then huffed and tossed his legs back up on to bed. Bruce echoed him and then they were close enough to touch shoulders, a head on each of the two pillows and four feet at the foot of the bed.
“I have a meeting with my councils tomorrow. As king.”
“That’s cool,” Bruce offered but Thor shook his head at the suggestion, “Oh.”
“I don’t know what I’ll say. They will have questions about our ‘future’ as a people and Earth’s systems, surely, and-and what am I supposed to say to that?” Thor said in a long chain, a release. He glanced over at Bruce, who was taking the wave of it with a smile.
“Well, what are your policies? Education? Defense?” Bruce was leaning into Thor, and Thor felt a warmth sprinkle across his cheeks. He turned his face down.
“Uh, teach good people, punch bad people?” Bruce gave him a wide-eyed look, on the brink of either a laugh or gasp, “One of your Peee-H-Dees isn’t in Asgardian government, is it?”
“Can’t say Penn State offers that one,” Bruce laughed lightly. Thor slammed a fist onto the bed, head swimming.
“Damn politics!” The words bellowed out of him, bursting tension that had been too compressed, and he felt a shift next to him. Bruce was pulling a knee up to his chest, face tucked behind it. Thor winced, “Sorry, I, Bruce-”
“Fine, it’s fine,” Bruce tossed his hands up about himself as his knee lowered. Thor’s shoulders slumped, “I can look some stuff up, if you’re, ah, that upset about it.”
“I’d thought I’d have longer, that Odin would be around longer, and I wouldn’t have to . . .”
Thor’s heart thump-thumped against his ribs as Odin, oppressive and all-knowing, took over his head. Odin the fighter, Odin the stoic, Odin the bold, Odin the gone.
“We can talk about your dad, if you want?” Bruce said. Thor had to think. Odin wasn’t ‘dad’, he was father, allfather, king. He tried to think about Odin in that context, ‘dad’, which felt foreign and dissociated to what his childhood had been.
“Father was a very good king. Powerful warrior, good with policy, good with the people, and . . .” Thor halted. There was something pushing at the front of his mouth, desperately, something fighting to be voiced. He realized, quite abruptly, what he meant to say, “and, he taught Loki and I none of this. He was this cold, confusing man, because everything was for the kingdom. Kingdom this, kingdom that! It was ridiculous. To him, we were the issue of my mother, and my mother, she was . . .”
Thor could see Frigga exactly in his mind’s eye. He felt the blonde curls she had been kind enough to pass down to him as they rested upon his shoulders. She was with him at all times, she had kissed his head before every battle, escorted him to every diplomatic dinner and grand ball. When he thought of Asgard, rather than the people or the place or the palace, it was her he saw. He wanted to cry, but blinked that away with more anger.
“My mother was a perfect woman, and I want so, so much to thank her, every day, but-but she did that without help. Father never helped. He was busy, with meetings, and that fucking, damned Odinsleep. He gave up us for Asgard, but I-I can’t! I won’t do that, I can’t be that king, I-I . . .”
Thor’s supply of bitter fuel died out and his words went with it. He was sure he must look spent after that, haggard deep in his soul after such a centuries old cleansing of thought. He whipped his head over his shoulder to check on Bruce. Thor found him with his head dipped down to the sheets, hands picking up clutches of it. Thor paled.
Thor had ruined it. He had scared off his only real Midgardian friend. He was a raging, screaming, rambling God that had terrified this fragile mortal. Thor scrambled on his feet for some grand apology, but stopped when Bruce lifted his head up.
“You-you don’t have to be your dad, okay? To rule, you don’t have to be him,” Bruce said, up on his feet by the end and coming closer to Thor. All Thor could do was nod as the silent, shaky force approached him.
“You’re gonna be a different a different king than Odin. My dad w-was awful, really awful, and I-I’m not him, right? I’m not awful, right? So you don’t have to be your dad,” Bruce barreled. Thor and him were staring at each other, brown burrowing into Thor’s blue with all its might. Then, Bruce faltered, and Thor was lost, “Sorry, I-this was about Odin and, ah, politics and Asgard. I made it about me again, didn’t I?”
Thor ducked in towards Bruce and placed a hand on his shoulder, quick to counter that.
“No! No, no, no, my friend,” Thor rushed.
“My dad-he . . . he did some really bad things,” Bruce whispered. Thor didn’t press past that. He knew he shouldn’t, not then. He was surging with an overpowering need to shelter Bruce from this, and his instincts told him that shutting up and letting Bruce say what he wanted to, if he wanted to, was the way to do that.
Thor felt something in his hand and glanced down to find Bruce’s palm in his own. Thor shared a quick exchange with Bruce, whom was equally shocked by the development, they both countered back and their hands were wrenched apart. They both laughed once they are seperated, like a balancer to their biting anger, and jumped to speak.
“I have research that-”
“I should go check on-”
Thor cut off first, smiling and giving Bruce a small nod, and head for the door. He didn’t know where he was going to go, but he did know he needed to keep Bruce to see just how much he was blushing.
#gammahammer#thorbruce#mcu#marvel#thunderscience#thruce#mutual pining#my sweet bois with daddy issues
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Legends of Tomorrow: Luchas de Apuestas
"You were right. There’s no such thing as happily ever after."
Legends of Tomorrow is back with its first episode in nearly four months, and it comes out swinging.
The second half of season four just got real, y'all.
Wow. That is a lot to process. Just... wow.
The most admirable thing about this episode is how much every additional tragedy felt like a natural consequence of the events that led up to it. So often when a show wants to create big, dramatic rifts between its characters it ends up coming across as incredibly contrived. The writing staff wants A and B to have a falling out for whatever reason, and so they find some way of starting a fight between them that usually comes wrapped in a big sign that says 'this is an excuse for A and B to fight.'
That's not the case here at all. What we have here is a bunch of characters that we know quite well by this point, responding to events in ways that feel perfectly true to who they are. And the actions that they take cause other characters to react in ways that are true to who they are, and soon the reverberations of all of those in character actions are careening off in tragic but understandable ways. It's like watching a meticulously arranged domino pattern but with crying.
Obviously, I'm girding myself to discuss Sara and Ava.
OK, right now I'm rocking gently and repeating to myself, 'It's not permanent. They'll work it out' over and over again. But as much as I hate that Sara and Ava have broken up, I can't help but watch all the little steps that led up to it and think, 'Yes. That is exactly how Sara would respond to that' and 'Yep, that's exactly how I would expect Ava to react to that situation.' Of course Sara would choose to give Mona and the Kaupe the benefit of the doubt and try to shield them from the Bureau. Of course Ava would feel betrayed by that and respond by attempting to take more control over Sara and the Waverider in order to protect time. Or course Ava would ultimately try to prevent Sara's team from doing something she sees as reckless by sending in troops, and of course Sara is going to respond badly to that. Just to make it more heartbreaking, they both genuinely tried several times to talk the situation through like adults so that they could head the whole thing off, but failed.
Ava needed Sara to be on her side, and Sara couldn't be because that would mean abandoning Mona and the Kaupe, both of whom are basically innocent, to punishment and torture. She feels like Sara let her down, because Sara did actually let her down, even if it was for the best of reasons. Sara needed Ava to back her up against Hank and the government forces that are torturing their prisoners, and Ava couldn't do that because without Hank and his funding the Time Bureau ceases to exist, which would leave time unprotected just as it's being overrun with magical monsters. She feels like Ava is compromising herself ethically by ignoring the torture because Ava is, in fact, compromising herself ethically by ignoring the torture, even if she is doing it with the greater good in mind.
Which was a great final twist of the knife, by the way. A lot of Sara's dilemma in this episode was not knowing if Ava was part of the corrupt system, or in danger from the corrupt system. And because Sara is an emotionally healthy adult her default position was to have faith in Ava. Which made that final conversation all the more painful when Ava not only revealed that she didn't have a problem with the torturing of prisoners, she also pointed out that the Legends were sending those same prisoners to literal Hell only a few months ago. Ouch. I had forgotten that. Hell, they were ready to send Charlie to Hell now that I think about it. Goodbye moral high ground.
Meanwhile, in the rest of the episode, wow we have a lot of characters now, don't we. So, Charlie and Ray hang out back at the Waverider, while Mick, John, and Sara go to check out the Lucha Libre to which they've tracked the Kaupe. Zari, meanwhile, heads to Time Bureau HQ to dig into their security software and find out if Mona is telling the truth about not having released the Kaupe herself. She pairs up with Nate, and of course uncovers that Hank doctored the footage and is behind the whole 'creature torture' thing. Nate shows that he's undergone some character growth and doesn't fly off the handle at Hank, but instead pretends to be cool with it so that he can go all monster hunter Donnie Brasco. I like that new direction for Nate a lot. Having him investigation the TB from within is a lot more interesting than him slowly turning to the dark side and siding with Hank during the inevitable upcoming civil war, which is where I thought he was going.
Mick, John, Charlie and Ray don't get a ton to do this week, but Mick does get a couple of solid bonding scenes with Mona, over his Buck and Garima books, of which there are now apparently many. I guess that's what Mick was doing over the winter break. John, similarly, doesn't get a lot, but had a couple very nice moments with a Luchador who is supposed to be a big hero, but who's been supplanted by the time displaced Kaupe who's now wrestling under the name El Lobo. The detail that John is apparently a big fan of that particular wrestler and his later monster movies is perhaps a tad too convenient, but it was earnestly endearing, and earnest helps to excuse a lot in my book.
So, after all that uplifting triumph over adversity, Mona has the opportunity to run away with the Kaupe, but makes the emotionally correct choice to not run away from her problems, and everything is warm and fuzzy and deeply moving. But then the Kaupe is abruptly shot and killed and Mona is apparently a werewolf (were-Kaupe?) now, and all you can think as a viewer is, 'Oh, that's why they reminded us about her Kaupe-injury and why we had all the wolfman references made to the Kaupe. They were setting up that moment really well as the natural consequence of this sequence of events and I didn't even notice.'
If only every hour of broadcast television understood and used cause and effect as a result of character choices this well. What a world that would be.
So what have we learned today?
That the show isn't even remotely concerned about what the knock on effects of changes to the timeline might be anymore. That was actually the one big flaw this week. If the presence of the Kaupe in 1961 was changing the timeline in a way that the Bureau could see, then it would have eliminated a lot of the underlying problem. Specifically, if Ava could have seen that having the Kaupe fight the Lucha de Apuestas fight was the only way to get history back on the correct course, then the whole final fight could have been avoided.
Of course, the whole final fight was much more about Sara and Ava and their relationship, so it doesn't detract that much from the episode. But it would be nice if they'd addressed it at all.
Everybody remember where we parked:
This week the Waverider went to Mexico City, 1961, to catch a little Lucha Libre. And Zari somehow flitted back and forth between the Waverider in 1961 and the Time Bureau in the present day.
Present day, interestingly enough, is still stated here as 2018, probably unavoidably, as the action picks up right where "Legends of To-Meow-Meow" left off.
Quotes:
Gary: "Aw, what an adorable little puppet."
Puppet: "Eat my fuzzy dung, ya dick!"
Ava: "Gary. Close that hospital gown or I will report you to HR."
Gary: "I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why anything is things. I don’t know where my nipple went. Where’s my nipple? Where’s my nipple?!?"
Constantine: "Oh, come on Raymondo."
Nate’s mom: "Zari? What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman with excellent childbearing hips."
Ava: "Sara, my ass is already on the line. Feeling me up in front of my boss is not a good idea right now."
Constantine: "Trust me, there’s nothing people like more than a good comeback."
Bits and pieces:
-- Please don't let them be hinting that Zari and Nate are going to be a couple. I'm just not down for it.
-- Zari and Sara again looked absolutely amazing in their party dresses.
-- On the one hand, I like the implication that the show has finally remembered Nate's hemophilia, since it's implied that that's why his parents host an annual fundraiser for it. On the other hand, it's weird that that never came up once from anyone.
-- Seriously, powers that be, if you're going to take a four month mid-season break, for the love of god make the first half's episodes available on-demand so that we can get back up to speed. I spent most of this episode thinking, 'Oh yeah, I forgot that that happened,' which really killed several of the reveals for me.
-- I really, really wish that there'd been a luchador with the number 5 on his mask, somewhere in the background.
-- Luchas de Apuestas means a fight with a wager on it. Usually either the opposing wrestler's mask or hair.
-- Was the Kaupe a demi-god before? Because I think that was a bit of a ret-con.
-- Apparently the heavily hinted Gary/Mona/Kaupe love triangle is not going to be a thing. I hope they find a way to fix Gary and that he forgives Mona.
-- I did not see Mona's monster transformation coming. Can't wait to see where that goes.
-- When exactly did Sara and Ava learn that Tango? Not that I'm complaining, it looked amazing.
-- I would totally play Ray's 'Cards to Save the Timeline' game.
An episode that was both a lot of fun, and a lot of heartbreaking. Welcome back, Legends. You were gone too long.
Three and a half out of four missing nipples.
Mikey Heinrich is, among other things, a freelance writer, volunteer firefighter, and roughly 78% water.
#Legends of Tomorrow#Sara Lance#John Constantine#Ray Palmer#Ava Sharpe#Mick Rory#LoT#DC's Legends of Tomorrow#DC Comics#Arrowverse#Legends of Tomorrow Reviews#Doux Reviews#TV Reviews
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so apparently i watched endgame today. huh, yeah.
okay um, you might wanna scroll down
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THINGS i walked out of the theatre with:
dad!tony is the most beautiful fucking thing i’ve ever seen y'all
everybody can stop fat shaming thor all right HE’S STILL AS PERFECT AS HE WAS BEFORE. NOW WITH MORE BEARD. WHICH BRAIDS ITSELF WHEN HE SUITS UP???!!!!!!!!!! IT’S AMAZING I LOVE IT GDJSGDJDH
man the clintasha was strong in this one. THE FOREHEAD TOUCH YOU GUYS. THE HAND HOLDING. THE FEELINRGS!!!!!!!
there were at least two instances where i legit thought tony and steve were gonna kiss right there on the silver screen for everyone to see and at that point i was like. I DIDN’T SEE THIS COMING BUT IT’S ALL GOOD YO BRING IT ON
QUEEN VALKYRIE OMFG YES
also peter parker gives me life, i just want everybody to know that. just. just because. do you know now? good
carol danvers is a goddess but what else is new
SAM IS SO PURE GOD BLESS HIM. HE GON’ BE SUCH A GOOD CAP WITH HIS SHIELDY SHIELD AMD BIG PRESHUS EYES AND. YES
bucky
my son bucky
my baby my sweet boy my very own spawn the gorgeous fruit of my loins (hint: it’s bucky)
hang on did i mention bucky??
NO BUT DID I FUCKING MENTION HIM
HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL OKAY?? ALL DRESSED IN BLACK AND LOOKING SOFT AND AND AND THE FUCKING LEATHER JACKET WITH THE FUCKING GREY-BLUE EYES AND THE hAIR anD THE bEArD WHY DON’T YOU JUST SLAP ME IN THE FACE IT WOULD AFFECT ME LESS
HE HAD LIKE 2 LINES AND A GRAND TOTAL OF MAYBE 5 SECONDS SCREENTIME AND HE STILL IS THE BEST GIFT™ I GOT FROM THIS WHOLE MOVIE. THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK OR SOMETHING IDK WHAT PEOPLE SAY THESE DAYS I’M TOO OLD TO KEEP TRACK OF COOL THINGS
scott lang is my salvation ngl
i love scott
i love scott so much
STEVE AND THOR SHARING THE HAMMERS DHGDSHKSADF I WAS *THIS* CLOSE TO DOING BACKFLIPS I GOT SO WORKED UP
OTHER (WHINY) things i walked out of the theatre with:
i don’t care how heroic or emotional it was, tony stark did NOT fucking die and that’s final
they did nat dirty and i’m already in denial. i’m gonna say it again: she did NOT fucking die, thanks a lot
somehow seeing nick fury up there made me emotional??? wtf as if everything else wasn’t enough already
as far as i’m concerned, steve did not do the Thing
the Thing which, for very personal, very fuck-me-sideways reasons i am choosing to Ignore
it’s not even about shipping, alright, it’s just. it’s. okay no i’m not doing this
yeah no, no talking about the Thing. in fact, i am forgetting about the Thing. erasing the Thing from my mind. what thing are we even talking about
i mean i knew it was gonna happen and i knew WHY it was gonna happen but still. my guts are twisting on themselves. idk when i’ll stop being Upset™ about this, maybe next year
this one is 3456789678% personal ofc but. somehow the song upset me even more. the fucking song. did they have to go and use That One Fucking song. no it’s okay, i’m just Unreasonably Bitter about this, i am well aware, but you guys gotta understand. it’s been my stucky love theme since march 26th 2014 dammit, that shit’s gonna hurt
i mean i’ll cope with this eventually, but in the meantime. NOPE. LET ME WHINE A BIT. JUST A BIT, I PROMISE
SEE, I’M DONE ALREADY
.....i’m just realizing i didn’t even let myself enjoy the hug. did they hug?? FUCK ME i almost forgot. HEY I THINK THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THERE WAS A SHOT OF BUCKY’S FACE WHILE THEY WERE HUGGING!!!! IDK I JUST REMEMBERED OUT OF NOWHERE, SORRY
uh. where was i
ah yeah
peter parker broke my heart
pepper potts broke my heart
i am a smol sad tonight
i’m gonna curl up and watch tws on repeat until i forget *insert multiple thumbs up emoji here*
#endgame spoilers#spoilers#avengers endgame#avengers spoilers#a4#spoilers spoilers spoilers#idk how else to tag this but HERE BE SPOILERS so please be careful#i don't think anyone following me is even into mcu stuff but just in case anyone stumbling across this post was going to watch the movie#errrrrrrr yea
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backwards-like
ok ok, sorry sorry sorry i’m back. i’m a few weeks behind and watching these episodes for the first time no spoilers.
Previously on Insecure: Living with Daniel was a lick. Daniel wants to make connections at the club. We Got Y’all needs to hire people of color. And Molly switched to a black run law firm.
Looky looky looky. Issa and Daniel are sleeping in bed together, platonically of course. Daniel teases her and at first you think they are still playing platonic, but they soon begin kissing and Daniel goes down on her. There is totally a scene full of Issa Rae's naked pelvis and hard nipples which I have to say is an improvement over her very awkward sex scenes last season. I approve. Idk about the eating Flamin Hots while getting head, but I understand the sentiment being expressed. But then! That was a fake out too, yet another of Issa's frequent fantasies about the person she wishes she could be but is not, like yelling at her coworkers at work or going on dates with her ex who dumped her last season. She got me that time.
Why are they sleeping together platonically? Issa quickly rolls out of bed and leaves before acting on any of the things she's thinking.
Molly is taking her bulldog to the dog groomer. She hasn't started at her new job yet. Issa hasn't had the interview yet for the invitation she had in the last episode but Molly is just happy she will be getting her own place soon. Issa clearly isn't quite ready to leave the safety (not to mention financially beneficial) arrangement she has with Daniel, but isn't being totally honest about that. Her makeup looks fantastic though.
Molly doesn't see what the big deal is since Issa is sleeping on the couch, but Issa's awkward response makes it clear they she and Daniel have started sharing a bed. Like a good friend, Molly knows this isn't a good idea, but Issa defends her poor choices while eating a dog biscuit.
We Got Y'all is participating in like... a non profit fair or something? I really like Frieda in a supervisory role, and it looks like Issa is doing better from the redheaded stepchild position she had been in before.
Meanwhile, Molly is having her first day at her new law firm. Her dress has a confusing belt thing going on but a cute ribbon tie at the neck. She meets all of the staff and I enjoy just the concept of a firm staffed entirely by black people. That's a nice thing to see on TV. And the view isn't bad either.
Can I just say that I actually love LA? I expected to hate it and for it to be full of nothing but bleach blonde fake boobed bimbos. First of all the people were totally normal - far more "normal" "American" people than I was expecting, which is to say... overweight, basically. New York was a lot worse/better - nothing but thin and fit people in really fantastic clothes. I never saw a fat person in New York until I went to Times Square with the tourists. I could totally live in LA and be completely happy with the vibe, it is honestly not that dissimilar to Chicago at all. After visiting a few times I really don't know why people hate LA so much. You know what I hated was San Francisco... a surprisingly ugly city! And before I ever went to California I used to tell people if I were to live anywhere there it would probably be SF. Oof. That's what happens when you speak in ignorance, sis.
Daniel is working on a new track which sounds like a cross between a video game soundtrack and a sad "my life was hard" rap song. He's hoping Spyder will like it, and solicits criticism from his producer friend. I don't know his name, sorry. The producer friend doesn't like basically any of the components of the song and criticizes things he thinks Spyder won't like. I'm not sure if we should trust his opinion more than Daniel's at this point. The caption says that he "strips down" the beat. They both sound like the same sad ass song to me, so idk. But Daniel is clearly uncomfortable with the criticism.
It turns out We Got Y'all is hosting a booth at a job fair, looking for the more black employees Issa suggested. Frieda and her manager haircut are happy with the turnout. For some reason, Dias de La Muerte dancers show up complete with a band and everything and I guess job fairs in LA are more interesting than any I've ever been to... which now that I'm thinking about it is zero...
It turns out this is part of a presentation for another employer that works with musically gifted kids in underrepresented neighborhoods. Issa goes over and talks to the staff there and seems impressed with their shtick. Or maybe impressed with the cutie manning the booth.
Uh oh. At Molly's new firm she's learning the office doesn't use standard tech that she's used to expediting her work with. Instead of DocuSign, they use Adobe and a courier. Yikes. I worked at a nonprofit that still didn't have efax and, why? This is the whole ass future. We wasted so much paper printing and faxing everything manually and they didn't even have the big blue recycling bins, which annoyed me to no end. They are also ok with CPT time on the courier deliveries, which is clearly unacceptable to Molly. Sigh. Why do we do this, you know?
Issa is meeting with the property management company and is being interviewed by an older black guy, which is a good sign. Let me reiterate that her makeup is lovely. It seems like the part time position is more the role of a super than... something Issa would really be interested in. She would also get a discounted apartment - about half off - that the interviewer is readily willing to give to her. He asks if she wants it, and at least she has a good bathroom mirror again with which to comtemplate it.
Later, Issa is tagging along with Daniel at the laundromat, who is complaining that his producer friend took out all the "musicianship" in his track - he wanted the string accompaniment, he wanted the instruments. Daniel is trying to elevate his production with Nordic influences and unique touches. Issa offers gently that when he gets to the next level he can do whatever he want, suggesting nonverbally that he should play the game for now and get creative later.
Issa tells him she picked up the second job, so now she can move out. Daniel points out that three jobs is a lot but Issa, perhaps pressured by Molly and Kelly, is really focused on getting her own place. Daniel tells her he really doesn't mind, and their chemistry is lovely as they flirt and get in each others' faces. They are doing a good job of building the tension because I really just want them to bone already.
Back at Molly's firm, a coworker asks if she wants to take a walk for lunch because she's in a fitbit challenge with her MiL. I am sharing data from my Apple watch with my sister and my niece and biiiitch... being a child is the best. She regularly gets 500+ move points a day while I struggle to reach 400, wtf is this child doing all day? She clearly moves so much more often during a day than I do, lol. No wonder we get fat as we get older. However Molly turns down this invitation - she is used to working through lunch, in case you weren’t picking up on all the signs that the black owned firm does not run as strenuously compared to the white-run environments that Molly is used to. The emphasize the point, the storage room is just randomly inside the building instead of offsite, as Molly would have expected. She clearly is not a good fit for this environment, and honestly she should just acknowledge that.
Girls night. The four girls are at a bar listening to Molly complain about the firm. Issa points out there are Mexican law firms as well, for Molly to complain about. Of course Tiffany, the obnoxious one, agrees that black things are janky. I mean... this is not an argument I want to get into for obvious reasons.
The girls go through examples of supporting and not supporting black businesses - Tiffany loves Beyonce, so although she signed up for Tidal she never goes on it. Kelly has a white accountant even though she herself is an accountant. I feel like this all the time. I feel pressured to give clicks to black articles, lol. I feel guilty for skipping links on Twitter about "black issues." I feel a responsibility to care and show support even about things that I don't fucking actually give a fuck about. Also Issa is wearing a dress that definitely showed up in some pivotal scene last season.
Tiffany hints about the changes from pregnancy - she hates that she can't fit her clothes anymore and she's being excluded from group chats. But the overall point is Molly should give the situation some time and try to adjust. Is Amanda Diva really pregnant IRL? Her pregnancy belly is realistic.
Kelly was helping Issa find an apartment - the best she could do with Issa's credentials is something with a "half bath," which, biiiiitch. So Issa breaks the news that she is, in fact, going to stay with Daniel a little longer. They're not sleeping together and they're getting along so she doesn't see what the problem is. Her friends try to convince her there is a problem, and shit like this scene is why I don't listen to bitches when it comes to my romantic life. Don't need all that extraneous input on what choices to make that are best for ME.
Back at We Got Y'all, Issa and Frieda are interviewing one of the people that showed up at the job fair. For some reason, Issa clearly isn't feeling it - and why is she taking part of this interview in the first place? Is it literally just because they need a black opinion on who to hire? The girl compliments Issa's sweater, perhaps perceiving the bad vibes she's kind of rudely wafting. The candidate asks sincerely what Issa thinks of the job, and Issa answers honestly that "they are how they are." When Issa says she's been there five years and the candidate concludes that Issa must really like it, she blanches with no response. But later, Issa checks out the website for the musical empowerment employer, so maybe she will find the motivation to make a change.
More of Molly's black firm, more of her disdain for the loose standards. This time they call her out, and everyone at the table laughs politely.
Check out Daniel! Despite Spyder's reluctance, apparently they have established a working relationship as Spyder shows up at the studio to meet with Daniel and the other engineer. It turns out a friend of Spyder did get shot at the club the other night. He probably died because when Daniel asks if Spyder is alright, Spyder takes a beat and responds "....nah."
Daniel plays his track for Spyder instead of the pared down version his producer recommended. The producer asks if Spyder wants to hear the other version and Daniel is clearly annoyed at this power move. He does play the producer - Khalil's - version, and Spyder thinks that version is hot as well. At first you aren't sure if Khalil is really being a snake - clearly both versions are good, just for different sensibilities - but then he takes over the session and starts playing more of his own stuff, to Daniel's chagrin.
Issa and Daniel are having dinner... I wanna say at Gladstone's! But that's a totally uneducated guess, lol. Daniel is in a bad mood, but Issa is oblivious. "Is that Jay-Z and Beyonce?" she says; "No, it's us! We cute!" she playfully jokes. This breaks through Daniel's bad mood, and Issa explains she wanted to thank him for his generosity, but she is going to take the part time job and move out. Daniel responds petulantly, and eventually explains the snake move by Khalil in the studio. Surprisingly, Issa takes Khalil's side, saying that Khalil knows what Spyder likes, and Daniel would be squandering this opportunity to be so prideful.
Daniel says he thinks it's funny that Issa is giving *him* career advice and... while maybe that's valid, does Daniel even have a job that pays actual money? Cause I have to say I have not seen any evidence of that over the last three seasons. He throws his "saving you from some shit" actions in her face and Issa is understandably hurt. The dinner is ruined. They still sleep together in the bed that night but they are turned away from each other in terse silence.
Daniel halfway apologizes for taking out his issues with Khalil on her but Issa only dryly replies that it's fine. He turns over and starts spooning and kissing her, which she reluctantly gives into. Toxic. I mean, I get it, but fuck, toxic relationships. It seems redundant to even complain about it because, fuck it, aren't we all toxic sometimes too - it's not always just the other person. This time, he goes down on her for real.
Unfortunately, Issa isn't into it. She says it doesn't feel right, and I don't blame her. They lie next to each other awkwardly and eventually turn away from each other again.
the soundtrack says something something something about loving each other despite their pride and yeah... I get it, lol. I would have got it without the on the nose elaboration.
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