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leia-imogen · 3 years

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aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 1 // vol. 2

( ft. the first meeting & the first family game night )

okay, rundown of his first meeting w the vixens!

the vixens don't really like the foxes. they cheer at their games and all, but outside of that, they mostly stick with the football players

bcs, well, the foxes are,, intimidating and most of the vixens don't get how or why katelyn started dating one

especially one half of the terrifying duo that is the twinyards. like these tiny blonde angst goblins have absolutely zero chill, and this is the backliner one, the one that shattered the nose of a dude basically twice his size

they may be short as fuck but they're scary, and the vixens are worried that he might break katelyn's heart

but katelyn's sure about aaron minyard, and when cleo softly asks, "is he worth it?" she knows her answer is a yes

savannah and the rest of the girls aren't convinced tho, so she asks aaron if he'll meet them for one of the afterparties they have after games

he agrees after seeing the hopeful look on her face

and surprise, surprise, it isn't a complete disaster!!

see, aaron has a habit of mirroring the nature of the person he's with. in the book, we mostly see him as an asshole bcs it's from neil's pov, and neil, as much as i adore him, is an asshole

i think that when he's with nicky ( someone he loves and trusts ), he's like, nicer. it's not in his nature to be cheery or anything but he's less,, hostile? and way more relaxed

and katelyn's been nothing but sweet and polite to him, bcs katelyn's sweet and polite till you give her a reason not to be

so he's sweet and polite back, or at least, sweet and polite as aaron minyard can get.

yeah, he's definitely interesting enough, clever and quick-witted enough, respectful and loyal and insanely talented enough, that katelyn decides he's worth it. doubts he'll ever get boring

and yes, she knows this is a big risk, bcs she knows the foxes' rep, knows how fucked up he must to secure a place on the psu foxes, notices how aaron flinches when she makes any sudden movement

but you know what? fuck it

so when aaron tells her his strange, twisted little deal with his brother, katelyn's willing to fight for him

and after nearly 2 months of this, she drags him to the vixens with their fingers interlocked and a hope in her heart that they'd play nice like she's asked ( practically begged ) them to

aaron's buzzing a bit with nervous energy. it's very endearing, how his eyes had lit up at the sight of her, then how she felt her anxiety about the night melt away into excitement

sav tries, bless her, tries to engage aaron in half-hearted conversation about exy ( which she hates ) and aaron tries back, but that fizzles out bcs for someone on a full-ride exy scholarship, aaron doesn't like exy at all

thank god that marissa, who's been trying to be less of a bitch all night, bless her too, lets it slip that sav detests exy

"okay, i can't anymore. minyard, savannah actually hates exy and she hates the foxes too, but we're hoping that you're an exception."

aaron, holding back a laugh: honestly? same.

sav: oh thank fucking GOD we have something to talk about then

"yeah, the entire sport sucks, doesn't it? i literally play it at college level and i still have barely figured out the goddamn rules."

"exactly! and my entire family's fucking obsessed for some reason, it's so annoying! ugh and the foxes suck even more, they're all so goddamn rude for no reason. except maybe the cute goalie."

". . ."

"eww not your brother, i meant renee walker,, and maybe you're not too bad either, minyard."

"you flatter me."

katelyn watches their exchange with more than a little amusement. aaron's not smiling, but his features have softened and he's flushed from the alcohol he'd had and she can't rly believe that this is the boy who they all thought would break her heart

bcs later when aaron comes up to her with a cookie dough cupcake ( her favourite ) she didn't even know was served at the party, leans into her so his face is buried in her neck, whispers "thanks for taking me", when she takes in all her friends laughing and chatting and waving at her, when sav gives her a thumbs-up and nods to aaron, she's never felt more whole

like she was part of something bigger than herself

then aaron starts hanging around them more! yeah he saw the look on katelyn's face and he was going to TRY for her or so help him- usually just with katelyn, sav, and cleo

she invites him to the "family game night" sav is making them have, and he's like "sure why not."

he knocks on the door of sav and cleo's dorm and sav lets him in

"yo, minyard! glad you make it, katelyn's out on a donut run but she'll be back soon."

okay,, okay. so he'll,,, what? interact w people?? hell fucking no

then he realises that it's only cleo in the dorm, plugged into her headphones, playing mario kart, and thanks katelyn for ensuring there would only be ppl that like, he didn't mind

the other vixens were okay, but way too LOUD, and aaron wasn't rly up for spending a whole night w them

cleo hands him a controller, an invitation to play, and he takes it gratefully. he and cleo hadn't talked that much at the party, but she was perfectly tolerable so far, which was a good sign

and mario kart was a part of his childhood, one of the only few that nicky's parents had owned, so he and his cousin had spent hours curled up in front of tv trying to beat each other

even tho he beats nicky most of the time, cleo absolutely destroys him. he mentally tries to brush it off as him being rusty ( which he definitely is ) but damn, cleo's good. still, she brushes off the compliment when aaron blurts it out

okay so then katelyn comes back with like way too many donuts and they start playing monopoly gathered around the coffee table

sav insists on putting on some music. wannabe starts playing. she winks at aaron and aaron winks back, still not smiling. cleo snorts and katelyn kisses his cheek

listen, cleo is a monopoly master. soon, she owns over half the board and it's pretty clear she's gonna win, someone ( savannah riley jameson, everyone ) flips the board

"jameson, what the actual fuck."

"shut the hell up, minyard."

"come on, sav, i was winning!"

katelyn's trying to pick up all the pieces and aaron bends down to help her, shaking his head at sav, who pouts and joins them while cleo grins, headphones slung around her shoulders while she perches herself onto the arm of the settee and hums to wake me up before you go-go

next, sav begs them to play twister. cleo's great at most games, but she has a particular dislike for twister, so she's out quick

katelyn is super bendy, bcs she took gymnastics for years, and aaron holds his own surprisingly well, considering the fact that he's short as fuck

sav: katie, right hand red

katelyn, ending up right on top of a blushing aaron: okay, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

sav: i stopped spinning like 15 turns ago, i'm surprised you didn't notice sooner

eventually aaron collapses and katelyn is hailed as the queen of twister and they spend the next 10 minutes just calling out random spots for katelyn to try

she gets all of them, and aaron is actually smiling now and it doesn't matter that it's only a tiny quirk of his lips, it's something and katelyn cherishes it

they play some sort of surgeon simulator thingy next, and aaron "gonna be a future neurosurgeon" minyard is awesome at it, bcs duh

katelyn's not very good at this. her hands get SHAKY okay

cleo also sucks at this, bcs she keeps getting nervous and having muscle spasms. sav's just doing the dumbest shit bcs it's bringing aaron closer to the edge of cardiac arrest

aaron: jameson holy shit what are you DOING

sav, slicing open the spinal cord: okay so what if i take out the lungs through the back haha

and now sav is sulking over the fact that she hadn't absolutely murdered the others at a game

so she brings out the ultimate game. the game of bastards, one that tears families apart, sets friendships on fire, starts wars too gruesome to be started by anything other than this wretched, cursed artefact. . .

s c r a b b l e

aaron's already having war flashbacks. katelyn groans and goes to make popcorn, bcs this shit's gonna take FOREVER and she knows it. cleo, an english major, is preparing herself for battle with the force of nature that is savannah

"the fuck do you MEAN fergalicious isn't a word???"

"savannah, please."

"no, here, listen to this."

"sav, we were listening to that!" katelyn complains. sav sighs and switches the song back to her "90's bops" playlist, then changes it to "hell yeah feminism" which instantly starts playing run the world ( girls )

katelyn happily starts singing and aaron's not even reluctant to hum along

sav and cleo are still arguing. this has been going on for so long. sav looks ready to flip over the board again, so cleo does it first

katelyn: cleo what the heck

cleo, the tired mom friend: don't fucking curse

aaron is also tired, but in a good way, in kind of that soft lazy droopy way

he falls asleep leaning against the sofa and katelyn's shoulder, with god is a woman playing in the background while sav and cleo continue arguing. cleo is standing on the coffee table. it's true anarchy

he wakes up on the sofa with a blanket thrown over him and sunlight streaming in through the lacy curtains and katelyn making a complete mess of the kitchen in a futile attempt to make breakfast. sav and cleo are draped across each other on the floor

katelyn, struggling to pick up burning toast: morning babe, how did you sleep?

aaron, calmly using a pair of tongs: pretty well. who wants pancakes?

sav, instantly shooting up: DID YOU SAY PANCAKES

so he makes pancakes! nicky taught him as soon as he'd gained custody of the twins, so he's pretty much an expert. he tries to teach katelyn, but then just gives up bcs she's clearly not listening in favour of staring at him

and they all gather around the coffee table and cleo's humming along to the song on her headphones and wow these pancakes are rly good omg

while aaron is chatting to cleo about what video games they should play next, sav whispers, "kate finley, if you don't marry this boy just for his god-tier pancakes, i will."

"sav, you're a lesbian."

"not anymore, i've decided that i am pancake-sexual."

aaron hears all of this btw, bcs cleo stops when she hears them talking. he blushes, and smiles, just a little bit

( if anyone actually cares about this, tell me! shoot me an ask if there's any particular ask you want to see with these characters, or just the foxes! )

#aaron & the family he's found all by himself #yes i’m aware that no one cares #and that this is horribly written but i’m exhausted so. . .#i pinky-swear the next one will be sort of better #hopefully #aftg headcanons #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #aaron minyard headcanons #the vixens #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #katelyn aftg #katelyn finley #sav jameson #cleo magdalene

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redxblueihateloveyou · 3 years

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1/2 "Explore the fuck was that" Xiaoge is not Xiaoge and talking is not the problem here. It's literally everything thats the problem. Also like you I've also read all the books, but failed to put into words why Xiao Yu Liang's and Huang Jun Jie's Qilings didn't give me any divergence from the original character despite the changes, while others did and pretty drastically. I thought it was a bit irrational on my part, but you just sorted it all out so effortlessly I'm a bit jealous

Lol I said the exact same thing, the talking and the phone was not a problem as some say, he has a phone in the book too at some point and talks more than you'd actually think, it's just that literally nothing about him is Zhang Qiling. Literally not one vibe or even tiny feeling. I don't know how that happened honestly.

AAAAAAAAA I saw the smile comments too lmao. I was like who's gonna tell them. Not only he smiles, he's full on laughing in the 2nd book already, when Wu Xie is using his spit as a lotion lmao. And Wu Xie was so happy about, he was like "I saw him smile before, but it was always so bitter and cold, this was the first time he smiled genuinely, he just needs to spend more time with him, we'll get him there" T_T Before that his smiling was legit a bit scary tho, sometimes brash, like when he told him about the stairs and he went "oh really?" haha

I thought about it and I honestly have no idea about the reference point for some people. I think maybe they go from that first adaptation? Maybe they think it's how he is in the book? Idk. It just weirds me out that I feel like some created some their own picture in their head and then judge everything from there throwing "thats ooc" left and right. Like this "Xiao Ge doesn't smile thing". Maybe it's because of the "Poker-face" thing, but do they know that "Men You Ping" doesn't actually mean that, it was just the closest thing you could come up with with english alternative to keep the nickname short (like I doubt it would read well if he kept calling him a bottle xD). Like according to Wu Xie since the very first book, his hubby can't even lie, so he's definitely not a poker face at all. He also gets pissed pretty easily and he likes to fool around sometimes too (like troll Wu Xie and Fatty obviously).

He's also not emo and not the "mysterious hero from some romance", not a stone and not a zooty. I don't know where this all came from tbh.

I can really debate 24/7 about this, but they're 100% Qilings, just slightly changed and softened accordingly to what they'd be like at this point of their relationship, if he did write it in (and I'm like pretty sure I'm right about this). It's the way they behave, how they act in certain situations, how they're with Wu Xie, how they're with other people, the right amount of sass and being done with everything, just the overall picture, the "you're an idiot, but you're my whole world". But also you know, that strange feeling that Wu Xie describes, like "when he's there, everything is suddenly alright" lol (just the magical safety vibe esp in SOP). I literally don't know how ppl who read the whole thing watched them and thought "thats not right". It's the fucking overall feeling of.. yes, i'm watching Zhang Qiling.

Just change the book's impending doom of tragical "you're my whole world, but I can't stay and there's no way for this to work" to "we actually have a future and I want to stay in our home with you" and that's basically Yuliang's and Junjie's versions (one on the way, one fully there by the end). But even if for some reason you can't accept this, I still don't get how some could hate it, cause overall they still have basically everything they need. Unlike others who are way off in my opinion, bc of the weird templates they are.

And about "Explore the fuck was that" (lol I'm gonna use this title from now on) seriously, no offense to this creation and everyone who liked it (no judging here for real, everyone likes what they like), I'm not gonna heavily diss anyone or anything, I don't really care for the thing, just telling the truth. No one who's participated in this thing have a fucking idea about the characters they're playing or writing about.

I mean, as a fan many things that were adapted from books, I already do not care for minor divergence or even bigger once, if it makes sense and you see the care and understanding of the characters, but sadly here it felt like no one cared. Like for example honestly if someone asked me what would you choose "watching wu xie and xiao ge but not 100% sticking to the plot" or "loosely watching the plot, but it's not wu xie and xiao ge", I'm gonna pick the first option.

And some will say that's it's only the writers/directors mistakes for not explaining or guiding actors etc, but to be honest it's not completely true, bc as we know many actors if they really care before taking on the role actually try to do a research about the character and read the material to understand what they're playing. Especially if it's such iconic characters of a franchise Сhina's been going crazy over for like a decade.

Like how the hell happened that Zhu Yilong for example while playing embodied all the Wu Xie's traits througout the whole book series from behaving exactly like young Wu Xie did in certain needed parts to going to the cold, strategic and rational old self in others, I mean, they could've just go with the "Restart" one, where not much happens and he could've played just that. But literally each time he did something, I was like "yeah, that's my boo". And that wasn't the part of this exact book, it was part of Wu Xie. Like the way he behaved, acted in some previous situations that you know its him. That's happening only when the actor knows who he's portraying.

Or Yuliang knowing and loving and feeling the character he plays, because he wanted to know and cared.

It's just strange to me, bc if they're not making it for the fans, then for whom do they even make it? For themselves? It's really stupid no matter how you look at it. Like your success depends on it, so what's the point in sinking your own ship I will never get.

I also do not get how could they just fail literally everything. Like casting was a miss already, but good acting and chemistry and putting character's soul in it could've make it great still, but they have literally none of anything, it's just fascinating to me. I just don't think I ever seen something like that, it's kinda funny.

But this is like once again just my opinion. Like everyone is free to think what they think, but maybe just stop yelling "OOC" without knowing the original character, cause maybe it's not really OOC. Like book Xiao Ge is not exactly what many ppl claim him to be really.

#answered #anonymous #zhang qiling #daomu biji #dmbj #lost tomb #wu xie #explore what the fuck was that lmfaaaao #pingxie #ultimate note #heavenly palace #explore with the note #lost tomb reboot

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golbrocklovely · 4 years

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remember me // colby brock

A/N: this is not a request, but this is something i have been thinking about for a long time, probs since i started writing. i only finally wrote this out bc i’ve seen a lot of edit on insta that are like ‘what if your fave didn’t exist?’ and i figured this was sign for me to finally write it. if you guys want me to make a sequel to this, lmk. hope you enjoy.

prompt: everyone has forgotten colby, except her. but why?

trigger warning: angst, kinda sad, ppl forgetting colby

word count: 3567

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The day started out like any other day for Colby. Nothing felt out of place as he woke up and laid in bed for a couple minutes. He knew today was going to be one of the less crazier days for him and Sam. No meetings of any kind, and no filming either. He had gotten everything done earlier this week and he was excited to have a bit of a day off. The only thing he had planned for today was to go workout with Sam early. He glanced at his phone. 9:34 A.M. Perfect time for him and Sam to go down to the apartment's gym and get some work done.

Colby stretched as he stood up, stumbling over to his closet and changing into what he usually worked out in, a muscle shirt and basketball shorts. He trudged into his bathroom and brushed his teeth quickly, opting to take a shower after he got home from the gym. He slipped his sneakers on as he walked into his kitchen and got a water bottle from his fridge. Taking a big gulp, he grabbed his keys and headed straight down the hallway to Sam's apartment.

He knocked three times, calling out to Sam as he waited for the blonde-haired boy to open the door. Finally, Sam did, rubbing his eyes and staring at Colby confused.

"Hey dude, did you oversleep?" Colby smirked, "That would be a first."

Sam narrowed his eyes at Colby, his voice still tired. "Um, I'm sorry?"

“Don't you remember? We planned to work out this morning. We talked about it last night.” Colby replied, twirling his keys in his fingers.

“What are you talking about?” Sam scrunched up his face.

“Last night after we filmed your video, we said we should go workout this morning…” Colby chuckled lightly, “Are you okay, brother?”

“I'm sorry, but... do you have the wrong apartment?” Sam asked nicely.

Colby exhaled. “What?”

“You must be looking for someone else, dude. I have no idea who you are.” Sam mumbled to himself, “Or how you know my name…”

“Okay, ha-ha. Very funny. Come on, Sam. Let's go.” Colby stated, taking a step back to leave.

Sam insisted, his voice getting louder. “No seriously, I have no idea who you are.”

“Babe, who is that?” A voice called from inside the apartment.

Colby looked over Sam, seeing Kat walk around the corner in her pjs. Colby glanced above Kat and noticed something off but ignored it.

“Hey Kat, did Sam hit his head last night?” Colby joked.

Sam turned to Kat. “Do you know him?”

Kat took a step back, glancing at Colby quickly. “No, I have no idea who he is. Do you?”

“No, I don't.” Sam shook his head.

“What are you guys on about? Of course, you know me.” Colby hissed.

“Seriously, I have no idea who you are or how you know me. But you gotta leave.” Sam ordered.

“What?” Colby raised an eyebrow, his voice softening, “Is this some type of prank?”

“Leave now, or I'm gonna call security on you.” Sam grunted.

Colby started. “Dude what are you talking-”

Sam slammed the door in Colby's face, locking it loudly. Colby scoffed, staring at the door for a second.

If this is a prank, I'm so gonna get him back for this.

Colby rolled his eyes and went down to the gym. He couldn't wrap his head around what just happened. Why was Sam pranking him if they already filmed last night? Was he trying to film for next week now too? Was this for someone else's video?

I mean, this has to be a prank... right?

Colby shook his head, ignoring the strange thought. Of course, this was a prank. It was probably for Jake's video. Maybe even Kat's. Or Kevin's. Someone was doing it to him. He couldn't remember the last time he had pranked somebody. But whoever he did, they were probably trying to get him back now for it. And they were doing a pretty good job.

Colby jumped onto the treadmill, keeping the pace slow at first as he searched through Spotify to find his playlist. Where was his playlist? As cheesy as it was to listen to the playlist he made for fans, it was filled with his favorite songs, so he would actually listen to it a lot. But now... he couldn't find it.

Where the fuck is it?

He searched, even going to his profile, but it wasn't there. Gone, like it never existed.

Maybe Spotify is acting up. Let me just go to Youtube.

Colby clicked on the app, searching up a song he wanted to hear. Then he paused for a moment, deleting the text he had written and typing in 'sam and colby'.

No results found.

“What?” Colby murmured, twisting up his face.

He then typed in 'colby brock'.

No results found.

Colby's heart sped up in his chest, his breathing quickening. Did his channel get deleted? Why were there no results for his channel, or 'Sam and Colby' for that matter? He finally typed in 'sam golbach', and Sam's channel appeared.

Colby clicked on it, glancing around at the different layout. This wasn't the layout Sam had had before. The only time they change it is when they are starting a new chapter, and they always do it together. Maybe he changed it last minute?

He clicked on Sam's videos. Scrolling through the list of them, he noticed something weird.

Sam always included Colby in the thumbnail. But now... he was nowhere. Now someone different was in the thumbnail, like Jake, Kevin, or even Corey. But... Colby was nowhere.

What the fuck was going on?

Colby clicked on a video he knew he was in, 'This Is How He LOST The Game’. He watched through the first ad, waiting impatiently. Finally, when the video loaded, his eyes widened at what he saw.

He wasn't in the video.

Sam had started the video off like normal, showing all the guys sitting on the couch as he explained the name of the game. But Colby, who knew for a fact he was in this video, was no longer there. His spot empty.

It was one thing to pretend not to know him, it was one thing to remove him from the thumbnails. But to remove him from videos all together...

“It's impossible.” He uttered under his breath.

Colby rushed off the treadmill, no longer in the mood to workout. He ran up to his apartment, feeling his heart bang against his ribcage.

Maybe this is all a weird ass dream? Or an extremely elaborate prank?

Colby went into his closet, deciding he wanted to change out of his clothes into something more comfortable. He gazed over at the corner of his closet, where he kept all of his merch, along with the XPLR ones too.

It was empty.

“What the fuck?” Colby grabbed at the empty hangers, spinning around his closet. He threw open drawers to try and find his merch, but he couldn't find it.

Colby swiped open his phone, sliding to his pictures. He knew him and Sam had a recent photoshoot in the new XPLR merch, so as long as those photos were there, he knew everything's okay.

As he opened his photo album, a certain dread trickled through his body.

Colby never deleted anything off his phone. He wanted to keep as many photos as possible. Plus it was always good to have extra photos in case he didn't have anything to post on his Instagram. But now, every photo he had was different than it once was. He had many photos of him and Sam from their years of friendship. But now every photo that had him and Sam in it... was gone. It was no longer Sam and Colby. It was just... Colby.

I'm not doing this right now. This can't be real.

Colby shook his head, his nerves getting the better of him as he laid back down on his bed. He took some deep breaths, trying to relax. This must just be the most realistic dream he's ever had, and he just needs to go back to sleep and wake up to everything normal again.

Normal... Sam's neon sign was gone.

Colby groaned to himself, closing his eyes and getting comfortable in bed. No, this is not the time to think. I just need to sleep.

As Colby felt himself relax into sleep, his dreams that followed were confusing and dark. Nothing made sense, but all he knew was that he was in a panic.

Colby jolted awake suddenly. He could tell by the way the sun was peeking through his windows that it was later. He opened his phone. 1:34 P.M.

He sighed deeply. Colby was used to waking up on his days off this late. Everything already felt better.

Did I dream all of that? Or was that prank real?

As he slid out of bed to the bathroom, he decided to check twitter. If that was all real, maybe Sam had mentioned the prank to the fans.

Colby opened twitter and nothing seemed out of the usual. He looked at Sam's account, and noticed it was not following him anymore.

He's being extremely thorough, isn't he?

As he went to switch over to the Sam and Colby account, he noticed the icon wasn't there. His fingers twitched as he typed 'sam and colby' into the search bar. Everything but that account showed up. 'Sam and Colby' twitter didn't exist.

A nauseous feeling rolled through Colby's body. Colby went to his profile, looking through the people he followed, not even noticing the significant lack of followers he had. He knew he followed a couple fans, maybe they knew what was up. As he scrolled through, he noticed the usernames were different.

He knew a bunch of fans off-hand. A lot of fan accounts always stuck out to him; and it was easy to remember the username, especially if it was named after him.

But nobody's username was.

He saw a lot of 'Golbach', but no 'Brock' or even 'Golbrock', which he always thought was cute. Not a single username was related to him anymore.

Alright, that's enough.

He angrily clicked on his contacts, needing to call Sam and tell him to call off this prank. It was no longer funny and honestly, he didn't even want to be a part of it anymore. Most pranks he was fine with, but this one was going too far for him.

Colby gasped as he stared at his contacts, dropping his phone like it electrocuted him.

All his friends were missing from his contacts. The only people in his phone were his family, and that was it.

Colby began to hyperventilate, unable to stop the panic that surged through his body. He bore at himself in the mirror, staring at his stress-ridden face. He gripped the counter of his sink, trying to calm himself down.

If he couldn't turn to Sam, who could he turn to?

He picked his phone back up, leaning against his counter as he called his mom. He just needed to know that someone remembered him.

“Hello?” His mother’s voice sang through the phone.

Colby breathed, slightly relaxing against the counter. “Hey Mom, how are you?”

“Hi Cole-baby. I'm doing okay. How are you?” She asked sweetly.

Colby pouted. “Um, I'm feeling a bit... off, to say the least.”

“Oh no, what's wrong?” She responded.

“I know this is gonna sound like a weird question, but do you remember my friend Sam?” Colby questioned, tapping his hand against the counter.

She hummed, guessing. “Sam? Sam... Johnson?”

“What? No. I never knew a Sam Johnson.” Colby rolled his eyes, frustrated, “I mean Sam Golbach. Sam Golbach. Do you remember him?”

“No... should I?” She admitted.

His heart dropped at her words. “Yeah, you should. He's my best friend. We were friends all through high school. We started a literal career together, he's basically your third son at this point.”

“Woah, honey. What are you talking about?” She puzzled.

“You don't remember Sam? He's the whole reason I moved out here, Mom.” He urged, needing his mother to remember.

She paused, then spoke. “Colby, you moved out to LA alone. Last month.”

“What?” He choked.

“You worked all through high school and college and saved up money and just recently moved out there.” She informed.

His eyes widened. “Mom, I've lived in LA for almost five years now.”

Also... college?

“Maybe it feels like five years, but honey, you only moved out a month ago at max.” His mom’s voice softened, lowering slightly. “Are you okay?”

“No momma, apparently not.” He sighed, “Who was I friends with in high school if I wasn’t friends with Sam?”

“Honey, you didn’t have any… or none that you ever brought home.” She mentioned.

Colby queried. “And college?”

“You didn’t really talk about anyone. You were very focused on your schoolwork.” She explained.

That literally doesn’t sound like me at all. I couldn’t even pass math without Sam.

Colby glanced down at his tattoos for a second, pursing his lips. “Another quick question, I was allowed to live in our house with dyed hair, tattoos, and pierced ears?”

She gasped. “Wait what? You got a tattoo?!”

“Mom, I have like five.” Colby deadpanned.

“When did you find the time to get them?!” She hushed, “Cole, you know how I feel about tattoos.”

Colby grew tired. “So, you've never heard of a Sam Golbach before?”

“No, absolutely not. But don't try to change the subject on me, Cole Robert.” She scolded.

He huffed. “I'll talk to you later, momma.”

She sputtered. “What? Don't you-”

Colby clicked ‘End Call’, lowering his head to the counter, taking in a deep breath and holding it.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” He demanded out loud.

Colby jumped up, going to his closet and slipping on some clothes quickly. The only thing he knew for certain is that something wasn't right, and he needed to get out of his apartment and go somewhere else. Anywhere else.

He grabbed his keys and rushed down to the parking lot, getting into his car quickly and driving off.

He drove for a while, finally pulling into another parking lot and turning off his car. He needed to get something to eat, and then maybe he could figure things out. He glanced around and noticed the parking lot he was in was for a diner named Meyer's. He locked his car as he left, swinging the diner's door open hastily. The diner wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either. A nice lull of conversations droned on as he sat down at the furthest booth, cracking his knuckles nervously.

He picked up the menu that was already at the table, staring at the front of it. He didn't even realize a waitress had walked up next to him.

"...Are you okay?" The soft voice said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Colby stared up at the waitress, noticing her eyes first. They were captivating and beautiful, much like herself. Her hair shined brightly in the sun that basked through the window. Her smile was wonderful to see after a day of unpleasant looks.

He stuttered. “What? Uh-I. Yeah, no, I'm fine.”

She giggled. “Okay. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Um, a water. No, a soda. Please.” Colby muttered.

“Alright. Coming right up.” She nodded.

Colby stared at the menu again, gazing over the pictures of sandwiches and wraps. He wasn't really hungry, but he felt like he should just eat something, even if it was just to pass the time.

The waitress came back over with his soda, placing it lightly down in front of him. “Are you ready to order?”

“No, not yet.” Colby answered, not looking up from the menu.

“Okay, I'll be right back.” She started to walk away, then stopped and turned back. “Are you okay? I know I already asked you that but... you look really upset.”

Colby’s shoulders slumped as he gazed up at her. “I-I... don't even know how to explain it.”

“Why? Is it complicated?” She guessed.

“You could say that,” Colby glared down at the menu. “It just doesn't make any sense. It sounds fake, to be honest.”

“Well, you can tell me. I won't judge.” She smiled.

I might as well tell somebody...

“Everyone's... forgotten about me?” Even Colby was confused at his words.

“What do you mean? Like they're ignoring you?” She questioned, her hand resting on her hip.

“No. Like they literally forgot I exist. Or, I somehow don't exist in their lives anymore, when yesterday I did.” He confessed.

She shrugged. “Well, maybe they're trying to ignore you instead of talking things out.”

“No, I don't think you understand. I don't exist to them. They don't know me. Like, at all,” Colby corrected. “My best friend, my brother, the fucking dude I got arrested with, doesn't know who I am.”

“Wait, you've been arrested?” She raised an eyebrow.

“It was just breaking and entering. And having fake IDs,” He commented. “But that's not the point, the point is no one remembers me, but I remember them.”

The waitress stood there silently, awkwardly.

“I don't know what to say.” She whispered.

He gulped. “I don't know either. But if you have a solution, I'd gladly hear it.”

“Maybe it's a prank?” She speculated.

“I thought about that too. But if it is, this is extremely elaborate. And borderline impossible.” Colby disclosed.

She argued nonchalantly. “People do crazy things for social media.”

“Yeah, but even my friends wouldn't take it this far for just a dumb video.” He complained.

“Are your friends famous?” She inquired.

“I wouldn't say that. My best friend is Sam Golbach.” Colby revealed.

“Sam Golbach? Why have I heard that name before?” She asked quietly.

“He's got a lot of followers. He’s a Youtuber.” He pointed out.

“Wait, you're Sam's best friend?” Her eyes widened.

“Yeah?” He cocked his head to the side.

She gasped. “Oh! You're Colby Brock!”

“I'm what?” He stammered.

“You're Colby, right?” She doubted for a second, “Or did I get that wrong?”

Colby jumped up out of his seat. “Oh my God, you know who I am! Wait, how do you know?”

“My one friend is a huge fan of you and Sam. She showed me you guys like a month ago.” She paused for a second, smirking. “She's actually really into you... Maybe I should call her.”

“Please do. I need to know if she knows who I am.” Colby pleaded, sitting back down.

The waitress followed him, sitting across from Colby. “Of course she does, she literally has you set as her wallpaper.”

She pulled out her phone, glancing around to make sure no one was watching her. She clicked on a contact, putting the phone on the table and clicking ‘Speaker’.

“Hello?” A voice broke in through the phone.

She grinned, staring up at Colby. “Hey Sara, you need to come down to the diner real quick.”

“What why?” Sara questioned.

“Colby Brock is here.” She announced.

Sara remarked. “...Who?”

“Colby Brock, the guy you're in love with.” She repeated.

“I have no idea who you're talking about. I've never heard that name before.” Sara denied.

“He's Sam Golbach's friend.” The waitress described.

Sara exclaimed. “Oh my God, is Sam there?! Because I’ll-”

She interjected. “No, he’s not.”

“Oh... then I don't want to come.” Sara recalled, “I've never heard Sam talk about a guy named Colby before.”

Colby swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes falling off of the waitress’.

She fretted. “Okay then. I'll talk to you later.”

“Alright, bye.” Sara ended, hanging up the phone.

After a moment of silence, the waitress stated, “I'm sorry about that.”

“What's there to be sorry about?” Colby quavered.

The waitress scoffed suddenly. “Is this some kinda joke?”

“What?” He queried.

“Are you pulling a prank on me? Was Sara in on it? Because I’ll kill her if she met you and didn’t tell me.” She jeered jokingly.

Colby shook his head, deadpanning. “I haven’t met Sara, and I’m not pranking you.”

“How can I know if you’re lying or not?” She questioned, squinting her eyes.

“Google my name. Search me on any social media,” Colby suggested. “I don’t exist.”

“Okay…” She agreed.

The waitress quickly typed in his name into Google, coming up with no images that looked like him. None of his social media links came up either.

She gazed up at him slowly. “This is really weird.”

“You’re telling me.” Colby uttered, “No one remembers me.”

She blurted. “But I do.”

“Yeah… why is that?” He inquired.

“I-I don’t know.” She sputtered, confused. Then she jolted up from her seat instantly. “I-um, gotta go help out my other tables. Do you need me to give you some time to look over the menu?”

“Yes…” He continued, “But one other thing.”

“Sure.” She leaned in, her hands resting on the tabletop.

“Can you help me? Please?” Colby begged, lightly grabbing her hand.

She silently gasped, whispering, “How?”

“I don’t know. But I think you’re the only one that can.” Colby divulged.

The waitress stuttered, but no words fell from her lips.

He exhaled, staring into her eyes. “So, will you?”

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tinyteenieateez · 4 years

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Distraction.

A/n: ok I fucking stuck at naming titles sksksks. This is for the lovely @jongpleasure Happy very late Birthday! I hope you enjoy this one-shot. Even though my writing is ass. I tried my very best.

Genre- Fluff, smut

Word count- 1.3k

Warning- 17+ Oral sex (receiving), fingering. Rough sex? Hair pulling, Unprotected Sex. (Wrap it up ppl!) Name-calling (cockslut.) Light degradation. Slight overstimulation. Creampie. Light breeding kink? Implied cockwarming.

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You squeal in fear as the thunder strikes loudly, pouring hard. You were sleeping peacefully in your boyfriend's arms until the storm appeared out of nowhere. You glance over your shoulder, peering at your sleeping boyfriend. You really wanted him to comfort you but you didn’t want to disturb him and be a bother. So you decide to wait it out, curling up into a ball in the corner until the storm goes away. Another squeal escapes from you as thunder strikes again.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Jongho asks sleepily, slightly sitting up. He rubs his eyes, looking at you worriedly and a bit confused. “N-nothing! It’s noth— Eck!” You yelp in terror, covering your ears. “Baby come here, why are you over there?” He asks, opening his arms for you. You quickly stand up and welcome his embrace, straddling his lap. “I’m scared of storms.... it freaks me out.” You said mumbling into his chest, jumping a bit as thunder strikes down.

“Hey, it’s ok baby. I’m right here.” He said soothingly, rubbing your back. He lays down with you in his arms, making you lay on top of him. He plays with your hair as he hums softly to a song, trying to calm you down. It works for a bit, you started to relax his arms, forgetting all about the storm. You nuzzle your face into his chest, ready to go to sleep when thunder strikes even louder than before. You shriek loudly, trembling softly.

Jongho frowns deeply. “Baby how can I help you?” He asks, desperate to see you calm and relax. “D-distract me. A-anything! I really hate storms.....” You said, clearing freaking out. His lips curl up into a smirk. Anything? He flips you onto your back and hovers over you, making you squeal in surprise. “Jongho! W-what—” “Shhh baby. You want a distraction, I’ll give you one that would benefit both of us.” He said lowly, smirking. He leans in and captures your lips with his, kissing you gently.

You quickly melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Soon the kiss turns from sweet and gentle to rough and needy. You wrap your legs around his hips, grinding against his growing hard on, making him groan into the kiss. He starts to trail kisses to your neck, leaving marks. “Jongho please.” You whine softly, tilting your head to give him more access to your neck. “Please what?” “More... Touch me please.” You plead, bucking your hips against him. “So needy baby.” He said chuckling, pulling away as he takes off his shirt. Seeing this you also take off your shirt, exposing your bare chest to him.

“Beautiful.” He whispers mostly to himself but you still heard him, you blush softly at his comment. He wraps his fingers around the hems of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties, tossing them to god knows where. He moves down a bit, face to face with your soaked core. He smirks as he blows air on your heat. You let out a gasp, hips bucking upwards. He leans in and licks a long stripe along your folds making you moan softly.

Mind seemingly forgotten all about the storm, too blinded by pleasure to even care about the loud sounds of the thunder striking or the sounds of the rain smacking down onto the ground. All you can think about is your man eating you out as if his life depends on it. Your hands made their way to his messy red hair, tugging on it making his groan slightly. You mewl as he sucks on your sensitive nub a little harshly. “Jongho!” You whine. Hips grinding on his face, you look down and made eye contact with him, who was already looking at you intensely, watching every little reaction you make. Loving the way you crumble under his touch.

“Mm.” He hums against your clit, sending vibrations through your body. You choke out a moan, thighs trembling. At this point you were a moaning mess, “J-Jongho I’m close.” You warned him and he hums in acknowledgment. He slips his fingers into you with ease making you cry out at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out a little. He continues to abuse your sensitive nub as he thrusts his fingers, curling them up to hit your g-spot. Just in a matter of seconds, your climax hits you hard. You scream out his name as your orgasm washes over you, arching your back while you tug his hair harshly making him groan.

You pant softly, catching your breath. He sits up, licking his lips and fingers clean while keeping eye contact with you. “Jongho please.” You whine softly, looking at with pleading eyes. “Please what baby? Come on, use your words.” He said smirking slyly as he takes off his boxers, his length springing up. Your mouth watered slightly at the sight. “Please fuck me already.” You said blushing softly, finding it hard to look away from his length even though you’ve seen it multiple times before.

He taps your thighs. “On your hands and knees baby.” He said stroking himself a bit. You quickly scramble onto your hands and knees, you look back and wiggle your hips teasingly. He gives your ass a smack making you yelp at the slight sting. He moves closer to you, gripping your hips. He rubs his member along your folds, coating it with your essence before pushing into you slowly. You both hiss at the feeling, your arms almost giving out. He pulls back and thrusts in, you shove your face in the pillow, moaning into but Jongho wasn’t having that. He grips your hair and pulls it, lifting your head up as he fucks you hard and fast.

You couldn’t stop the moans and mewls from pouring out of your mouth, not when he’s fucking you this good. “J-Jongho!.” You cry out, gripping the sheets tightly. He grunts as he snaps his hips against you. “Who’s fucking you this good?”

“You are!”

“Louder.”

“You are Jongho!!”

He smirks. “You’re such a pathetic cockslut aren’t you? Loving the way I pound into your tight pussy.” “Yes! Fuck!” You moan loudly, clenching around him at his words. You were already getting close, still being a bit sensitive from the first orgasm. He notices it and pulls out, you open your mouth to complain when you were flip onto your back. He hovers over you, stuffing you with his cock again. He lifts your leg over his shoulder and continues to thrust into you. You throw your head back at the new angle, letting out a loud mewl. “T-there! Right t-there Jongho!” You choke out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Soon his thrusts start to get sloppy, feeling his climax approaching slowly. “Are you close?” He asks you, panting softly. “Yes so close. Please can I cum? Please Jongho please can I cum?” You beg desperately, wanting to release so bad. He groans, pressing his forehead on your shoulder. “Go ahead.” He gives you the green light and you instantly clenches around him, cumming hard.

You whine at the slight overstimulation, you ran your fingers through his hair. “Cum in me, please. Fill me up with your seeds. I want it so bad Jongho.” You moan into his ear, clenching around him again in hope to push him over the edge and it works. His hips stutter a bit, moaning softly as his cum coated your walls. He stops thrusting into you as his length softens inside you.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, lifting his head to look at you. You smile gently, pulling him down into a soft, passionate kiss. He pulls away from the kiss, “Do you hear that?” “Hear what?” “Exactly. The storm stopped.” Your face lights up in realization, relief spreads through your body. “Good. I can sleep now, I’m tired.” You said yawning, Jongho smirks a little. “Happy that I took your mind off the storm?” He asks you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hush you.”

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flooffybits · 4 years

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To Risk It All

Idol: Kim Taeyeon (Girls’ Generation)

Request: Yes

Anon: hi! you're one of my fave writers & i want to say that im absolutely in love w/ your works! can i request a taeyeon scenario wherein she tries her best not to let the public know abt their relationship because she doesn't want ppl hating on s/o that they can't even enjoy a simple date outside? s/o was fed w/ it so they got into an argument? tae eventually apologized & took it upon herself to reveal their relationship to the public? im sorry if this is very detailed btw :( i hope it's okay!

Author's note: theres no need to apologize! detail is actually really nice because it makes writing the story better

Years of being under the spotlight has given the idol a lot to learn. After being harassed from dating a junior, being bashed for a member being kicked out of their group, and losing a friend where she was forced to hide her own depression, she’s learned how privacy would always be intruded by many.

At first, she didn’t want to think too much into the relationship she had with you. You were someone she met at some cafe, as cliche as it sounded. She accidentally poured her drink all over your shirt and she ended up apologizing profusely and insisting to buy you a new shirt.

She found comfort in you for the little time you spoke when picking out a shirt. You knew who she was, yet you treated her like a regular person, something she’s been wishing for in a long while. When she realized that you were someone she could talk to, she asked for your number and if it was okay to meet again without the accident, and you happily agreed.

When she started to fall for you, her fear started coming back, too.

She had to be professional about it, but she also didn’t want to lose you. So she kept those feelings down and tried to be as normal as possible around you, though she couldn’t help it when butterflies would swarm inside her stomach whenever she saw you and how the world seemed brighter when you smiled or laughed

It put her at ease.

So one night, she thought that maybe it would be okay to just be herself around you and her feelings poured out of her like a waterfall. It would have been alright if you rejected her, that would have been much easier. But instead, you initiated the kiss right after she told you and all things came flying out the window.

You weren’t too bothered with having to keep the relationship a secret and she appreciated that. She could just enjoy her time with you in private.

But not all things last forever since two years after, Dispatch decided to come and ruin her life once more. There have been some pictures of the two of you, but your faces were always covered due to Taeyeon’s request. It kept you protected and even if people noticed her, they wouldn’t know who was with her.

“I know, Tae. I just wished we could do something else.” You sighed while you sat on the couch, fingers running through your hair whilst she crossed her arms, lips pursed together. “We can but... just not now. It’s too risky.” She says and you know because you’ve already heard this before.

The conversation has been reoccurring, much more now with Dispatch keeping a close eye on her.

It irritated you.

Yes, you knew that this was going to happen when you first started seeing each other. But you didn’t think that you would nearly be on house arrest just for it. It felt suffocating and restraining and it wasn’t healthy, to either of you.

“Then why don’t we just tell them. At least that way, we don’t have to keep hiding.” Her head whips to you, looking at you as if you had grown a second head. “Y/n, the reason I don’t want us going out is that they don’t find out.” She emphasizes and it doesn’t help your frustration.

“Then what are we supposed to do? Even coming here is risky for you because everyone knows you don’t live her. If people saw you, that’s it. And then what?” You finally snapped. “I can’t go out to see you, we can’t be seen together, then what’s the point?” Your words made her heart rate rise. It was scaring her because it sounded like there was only one way out of this, if she chose not to come clean.

“I’ve told you, I’m doing this to protect you.” She breathes out and you stare at her with a frown, doing your best to stay calm with the situation you were both in. “I don’t need you to protect me, Tae. I am more than capable of handling myself.” You tell her, voice lower compared to your outburst earlier.

“I don’t want them to start sending you hate or threats. I don’t want them to suddenly walk up to you and potentially hurt you. You mean too much to me for that to happen and I can’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you because of me.” Tears were threatening to come from her eyes, but she didn’t want to let them out. “If you do, then you would have enough faith in me and our relationship than the fear of what everyone else will say or do.” You reason, standing up and then walking towards the bedroom.

Taeyeon was left in the living room, staring quietly at the spot you once occupied and let out a deep breath. She had to run her fingers through her hair, doing her best to brush her exhaustion and anxiety away. This was one of the things she wanted to avoid, yet here she was.

Looking at the bedroom, she chewed on her lower lip before she shook her head and walked inside. With a quick look at you, back to her with the blankets pulled up to your chin, she slipped in behind you, doing the same and curling up under the covers.

The next day was a little calmer compared to last night. When Taeyeon woke, she saw that you were already awake and had breakfast prepared, though after a little panic of waking up alone in bed.

Sometime during the night, you both ended up tangled together, bodies close, without realizing. And when you woke up, that was the same position you were in. It made your chest tighten because as much as you wanted to keep this relationship going, it was too tiring for both of you.

"Good morning." Her voice was gentle, careful as she entered the dining room and sat down while you offered her a small smile. "Good morning." You greeted back while taking a sip of your coffee.

There was a pause and you both have to admit that this was one of the most awkward breakfasts you've ever had. Neither of you could look each other in the eyes, and neither knew what to actually say. But thankfully, her phone rang and stole her attention away, and judging by the grimace on her face, you could only guess who it was and what it was about.

“Go ahead. I’m going to work, soon.” You tell her, picking at your food since you didn’t really have the appetite to eat anything and Taeyeon bit her lip. “Y/n, I’m really sorry about last night but I will fix this. I promise.” She tells you, reaching for your hand to give it a squeeze and you try not to sigh and give her a weak smile. “Okay.”

Taeyeon left your place with hesitance. She drove all the way to SM, thinking about what could possibly happen and what she could do. She didn’t want to keep hurting you like this, it was unfair. And then your words from last night echoed in her head when she got to the parking lot.

Staring at the wheel, her hands went loose before dropping to her lap. She had to take a minute and actually think of this whole thing. If she kept hiding you away, these fights would only keep on escalating and the risk of losing you was slowly rising, too. But if she did come forward and told everyone, the possibility of them hurting you scared her beyond belief, but you convinced her that you were capable of protecting yourself and she knew firsthand that you could.

It was just a battle between her own fears and she wasn’t sure which side she would be taking. Glancing at her phone, she sees the picture she took of you when you were sound asleep next to her.

Looking at it now, she knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. It was just something she hasn’t told you yet.

At that moment, she grabbed her things and finally exited her car to go and get this meeting over with, her head held high as she steeled her resolve. She wasn’t losing you. That, she was certain of.

Coming home after a tiring day, you kicked your shoes off before dragging your body over to the bedroom, dropping your keys on the counter as you passed, but your hand stopped mid air when you saw Taeyeon sitting on a chair, wringing her hands together. When she finally looked up to meet your gaze, she gave you a smile before standing up.

“You’re back.” She breathed out and you blinked in confusion, slowly putting your hands on the table while she bit her lip and then carefully handed her phone to you, an article pulled up that was dated today, published just a few hours ago. “What’s this?” You ask hesitantly and she just gives you a pleading look.

You look down, immediately seeing the picture of your girlfriend but was quickly followed by the one you were both in and you already felt your breath hitch in. After a quick glance at her, you let yourself read the contents of the article, slowly feeling your muscles grow less tense when you saw that Taeyeon had confirmed the rumors of her seeing someone.

“You...” You choked out while putting her phone down and she let out a breath. “I thought about what you said and... you were right, that I shouldn’t let other people control how my life goes.” She looks at you, her eyes shining as she reaches for your hand like she did that morning.

Taeyeon has endured so much throughout her career, but all the hardship brought her to where she is now. It was what brought her to you and she believes that maybe this is what life planned out for her. With a steady gaze, she squeezes your hand. “I want to be with you. I want to live the rest of my life with you.”

Your eyes softened as you took in her form. Your girlfriend was truly an admirable person and you just wanted to take all that suffering away from her. But it also moved you how she was willing to tell people that she was dating again even after what happened before. But the last bit made you freeze while analyzing her features, trying to see a sense of doubt, but there was none.

She stared at you with nothing but certainty and love and it was enough for you as you pulled her into you and pressed a long kiss against her lips, one she happily accepted with her arms wrapping around your neck.

You would both be okay, even through the hate. She had always been afraid, but now she was more than willing to risk this career. Because unlike this, you gave her a sense of comfort and security.

She would be damned if she gave that happiness up.

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silver-wield · 4 years

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body language analysis: tifa and cloud train scene!! go!

Oh, Nonny, you made my morning with this!! I mean, it's not like I haven't touched on Cloud and Tifa's body language in gif reblogs, but an actual post dedicated to one of the best moments of the game? YAY!!

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

So, the corkscrew tunnel scene – or clotiscrew tunnel as I've seen it called – begins with Avalanche caught by the sensors on the train. After a timed fight – which, yes, it's possible to lose, but it's also clear this is a “bad ending” where you've made Cloud look like an incompetent dick who can't even handle a few drones – we see Barret mustering his courage and leaping from the train (he's so damn cute sometimes, I'm gonna have to do a post about his development with Cloud at some point).

The action then cuts to Tifa, frozen in front of the door, too afraid to jump (you can hear her whimpering). Cloud calls her name, deals with the last drone and comes over. Now, in the OG, obviously they all jump one after the other because polygons and popeye arms would've just looked like a total mess and Square admitted they neglected Cloti to highlight all the relationship development between Clerith since she dies later.

Cut to 2020 and we get this. Damn, Square, if I didn't already love you for pretty much my entire life already I'd have fallen for you all over again. In fact, I think I probably did.

Ok, I'm done gushing. Kinda.

I think the first thing I have to point out is that Cloud, at no point, needed to do this. He could have verbally encouraged Tifa to jump without the need for physical support at all. After all, the train's slowing down and she was fine in the OG, so who's to say she wouldn't be fine now, too? By calling her name and fixing her attention on him he's actually stalling her jump.

You'll notice that Tifa doesn't take her eyes off the tracks (before this screen obvs since I can see that’s her feet, work with me here), which is fitting since she's zeroed in on that fearful moment and actually can't move without help. Cloud's face in this is displaying typical tension you'd expect in a high energy scene. He's concerned for Tifa, but he's also focused on dealing with the mechs, which he does very quickly. Now, you could argue he did that to get on with the mission, or you could argue he did that because he saw Tifa needed him and his focus shifted to her. And watching the seconds following him turning to look at her, I'd say there's evidence towards the latter because he's actually lost focus on the last mech and it attacks him first causing him to block and parry.

This is the first instance of touching in this scene, and until this point, Tifa hadn't moved or acknowledged Cloud. He needed to physically draw her from her thoughts and you'll hear a surprised exhale from her as she turns to look at him, showing she was lost within herself until he drew her out. Cloud is obviously looking at the tracks, judging his next move. He's already planning what he has to do to keep both of them safe, which is clear from his decisive nod, along with a reassuring, but grim, smile, before pulling Tifa out the door. Remember, I said he could’ve verbally got her attention. He didn’t. He chose touch.

See what I mean about janky quality? Anyway, this is clear concern about Tifa's safety, but also, remember, Cloud is on the mission because Tifa said she felt trapped and he's related that back to their promise that she needs a hero. He's being her hero.

Okay, we're getting to the meat of things now.

First, fucking ouch, he definitely looks pained, meaning that whole manoeuvre wasn't as smooth as he pretended. As they slow down, he puts a bracing hand against the ground to prevent him rolling onto Tifa (because he's a gent and also toting a sword that weighs more than Barret lol).

What's interesting is where his left hand is in this. Make a note: middle of her back. Tifa's head is tucked into Cloud's neck – safety move, so nothing big there. I've seen some people note Tifa's leg is between Cloud's, but I'm gonna discount that as the way they've locked together during the roll. It's unintentional.

Oh, but this isn't! Cloud has absolutely no reason to put his hand back on Tifa. He could leave it lying flat on the ground. You could argue he needs both to help her get off him, but she's on top. She can do that herself. He has no further need past the initial save to have his hands on her, unless that's what he wants. Obviously we can't see his face in this because of Tifa's hair, but this, combined with the next screen tell a very definite story.

He moved his hand! That left hand, he didn't need to move it up in such a caressing gesture. Coupled with the very intense gaze he gives her, I was swooning like a maiden wearing a too tight corset lol

Now, you could argue he's just concerned, it's a high tension situation. Well, I argue that every single trope using this kind of scene results in sexual tension/flustered characters and/or a kiss. Remember, right at this second, he has no reason to still be lying with her like this. In fact, him moving his hand further up her back is a bracing gesture that would keep her close, not release her. Tifa's fists are balled against his chest, which signifies she's protecting her hands – she's a hand-to-hand fighter remember -- but her face is relaxed. She's not feeling awkward or eager to escape.

Eye contact!! Can I just leave it at that? No? Cloud isn't actually the type to keep prolonged eye contact. Oh, did you think I was about to say something else? Well, for literally anyone who hasn't paid attention to him, Cloud often looks away when he feels awkward, flustered, unsure, basically any negative emotion. The only time he looks anyone in the eye is when he's confronting them or at ease. Remember, even when Jessie teased him about smiling during chapter 4 he looked away, embarrassed. Cloud doesn't handle eye contact well. Which is why this is such a huge deal. He's keeping prolonged eye contact with Tifa. He doesn't look away from her eyes when he asks if she's ok. And that question – ah my heart! So soft and tender. You can hear the care and concern in his tone. It anchors the entire scene from start to finish. Everything he just did was because he cares about Tifa and wants to look after her. He wants to make sure she's ok, even if it means he suffers for it. Pretty sure some people will disagree with this, but the damn man wore a dress and went through a humiliating dance routine – humiliating for him, I fucking loved it – just to save her. His first words in Wall Market are he wants to save Tifa, but Aerith cuts him off before he can finish the sentence.

These are the moments that I have to go back over a million times to catch. Check the tiny eye narrowing and uplift at the corner of his mouth. She said she's ok and he's happy about it. He's her hero – in not so many words. Tifa's shaky reply and pale face confirm her shock and fear, but also you can see an easing of the tension in her. There's a subtle softening of her muscle definition and facial expression that displays the trust and belief she has in Cloud that he'd look after her. This is a very mutually appreciative moment between them. Definitely not one sided.

And then the moment is over, without any flustered blushing or stammering, and thank God there wasn't because that would be so ooc I just can't with it. Cloud, despite being an awkward af dork who doesn't know how to deal with women hitting on him, doesn't turn into a flustered 14 year old trying to tell his crush he's leaving Nibelheim whenever they have contact. We've already seen smooth!Cloud giving Tifa a flower and complimenting her like a cheeky bastard. He can handle being around her because he feels comfortable. He can compliment her because of that, too. He might be slightly separated from those childhood feelings, but they're in there and they're motivating him to be outgoing towards her. To show her the cool SOLDIER he became that's worthy of being beside her.

But, yeah, back to the point. The moment is over. Or is it? Because that is some very further prolonged eye contact between them when there doesn't have to be. Tifa moves back, Cloud moves forward, they're both getting up and yet, they're both looking at each other. I don't know about you, but I find it easier to look where I'm going when I've fallen on my ass and need to get up. I sure af don't stare longingly into someone's eyes like I can't bear not to.

And now it really is over because right after this the mechs arrive. But before that, some more prolonged eye contact. There literally is no need for them to do this at this point. Tifa looks pensive, but I think that's her default tbf. Yet, at the same time, there's an intensity in her gaze like she wants to say something – maybe it's just a thank you, that would turn into a flirty conversation of some sort “you didn't need to do that,” “I wanted to” kind of deal – so it makes sense they're interrupted because Square said they didn’t want to overdo the amount of Cloti content they added and this is already a very charged scene.

Meanwhile, Cloud is looking at her like she's his entire world and he's just waiting for her to realise it. There's an aura of expectation in his pose and face. They're both crouching in mirrored poses, which as some of you may know is what you do when you're trying to build rapport with someone. It's basic body language building blocks. Toddlers do this. They're both on one knee, slightly leaning forward. Now, if there was no rapport between them, if they wanted to end the moment, one of them would stand up, breaking the mirrored pose and cutting off eye contact. This would put one above the other and show an imbalance in their relationship. This doesn't happen. They both turn at the same time, rise at the same time and fight pose at the same time.

Conclusion:

Seriously? After all that you can't draw your own?

Ok, I'll be fair to the other side. Let's take away Cloud's history with Tifa – since that's the biggest argument for them: the childhood crush trope.

If Cloud and Tifa weren't friends, just colleagues on a mission, this scene would still be hella charged with sexual tension and implication that Cloud has a thing for her. Even if it's just basic sexual attraction, that's still attraction and a marker on the pathway to a relationship.

But, they are friends, so moving on.

Tifa is the more reserved one in this dynamic. She's naturally shy – it's canon – but even with that, she's affected by Cloud. She holds that eye contact. Her voice is equally soft as his. She mirrors his pose. She doesn't try to get away the second they stop moving. Cloud is the one to move things along, without awkwardness because he's comfortable with Tifa. He's not out of sorts having her lying on top of him – which you can argue means he's not interested, but I literally just pointed out all the ways in which he is into her. Being comfortable in someone's company doesn't mean a person isn't attracted to them. If I had to stick a pin in Cloud's sexuality I'd say he's on the demi scale, meaning he needs to have a deep emotional connection to whoever he's with before he falls in love with them. He's not a love at first sight kind of guy.

This fits with the childhood crush trope. Cloud's known Tifa for years and developed an attraction to her that still lingers, making a reconnection between them easier. He's not slobbering over her because he's Cloud and very stoic – I know people say his true self isn't like this, but it is only with more insecurity and desire to prove himself. He's still a very reserved guy with a dry sense of humour. He's prone to melancholy and self doubt, which is why his friends bolster his confidence so much.

Point is, everything in this scene showcases a deep and meaningful relationship between the two of them at its best, while at its most shallow it shows Cloud is sexually attracted to Tifa, which is something that could develop into a more meaningful relationship later. Either way, it's a marked moment in their interactions that Cloud's non-optional choices led to it. There's no either/or within this. It happened.

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side-effect-of-the-meds · 4 years

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PLEASE write about Andrew & Jean being chaotic and bitter bffs on the same team the power they would have the intimidation level the fashionable goth energy,,, w ow also I want Andrew to learn French so badly which we all know he would if Jean started insulting him in French

IT WON’T BE UP ANY TIME SOON but I’m writing a fic about Andrew visiting Renee’s for winter break in his final year of college in which he’s forced to spend the week sharing a space with Jean.

Over the course of said week, they form a tentative alliance that’s essentially that We’re Not So Different You And I bit by John Mulaney

Anyway, that’s like mid-way through Andrew’s fourth year. They don’t speak again until a little before Andrew’s graduation. The Foxes have just won the Championships they made it to finals last year and lost the last game :’( and so they’re having a party. Andrew needed some air so he stepped outside and, a little while later, he hears footsteps on the porch behind him. Jean sits down, leaving some space between the two of them so as not to crowd Andrew, and just sort of slides a piece of paper over. Andrew keeps up his cool guy facade for a while, assuming Jean will break first. He does.

“Would you just look at it?” Jean snarled. Andrew flicked him a cool look before, picking up the paper painstakingly slowly. He held it up to his own face, not bothering to actually read it. “Illiterate too, I see.” Andrew could barely keep the scowl off his face. He squinted at the stack of papers he picked up.

“Why?” he asked.

“Our goalkeep is, how you say? A piece of shit.”

“You’re giving him more credit than he deserves,” Andrew cut in, his lips curling in a sneer.

“I’m getting tired of being the last line of defense. It’s hard not having anyone to watch your back,” Jean said, shooting a meaningful look at Andrew. He elected to ignore it in favor of taking another drag of his cigarette. Jean muttered something that sounded like a curse before standing up and disappearing back into Abby’s house.

A month later, Jean stepped out of his apartment wondering which horrid little monsters the Cardinals had signed now. Turning towards the stairs, he found his answer waiting for him.

“There’s no point in both of us driving down there. You make breakfast and I’ll drive,” the gremlin said. It wasn’t an offer or even a demand. He said it as though he were stating a fact.

“The arrogance of Americans never fails to amaze me,” Jean shot back.

“You’ve got dual citizenship, Frenchie. I’m sorry to say it, but that makes you one of us.” With that, the little monster turned on his heel and headed down the stairs. Jean muttered a steady stream of curses as he followed Andrew out to the Maserati

Having Andrew on his team is literally the worst. All he ever does is laze around. Sometimes, he’ll just lay down in the middle of the goal and stare at the ceiling. Jean gets a lot of shit for it bc he’s the one that recommended him for the line. It’s the day of their first game and tensions are high at practice when Jean loses his temper. He picks up an exy ball and hurls it at Andrew. Without even looking up, Andrew catches it with one hand. He stands slowly and throws it back so fast that Jean doesn’t have time to react. The ball wedges itself into the grate of his helmet, the force of it knocking him off his feet. Everyone assumes that Andrew isn’t going to play that night or will just be his asshole self but, when Jean finds himself struggling to hold the line, Andrew gets sent out and he’s an absolute monster in the goal. Every shot that comes his way gets deflected all the way down the court. The last goal of the night is made in the final seven seconds when Andrew slams a shot all the way down the court into the opposing goal. It lights up red and the crowd loses their shit. Exhausted, Jean collapses on the floor.

“It’s hard not having anyone to have your back,” Andrew said as he passed by. By the time Jean found his voice, Andrew was already gone. Catching a ride home with one of the strikers, Jean felt a tightness in his chest. Andrew was an annoyingly lazy little bastard but Jean should have trusted him.

Jean doesn’t know how to apologize. Words are wasted on the likes of Andrew so he says nothing. He wakes early to make breakfast the next morning and says a silent prayer. Andrew is never late to anything but, when 6:30 rolls around and he isn’t there Jean’s heart plummets. He leaves the plate out on the counter while he eats. The ticking of the clock is deafeningly loud. At 6:47 there’s a knock at the door and Jean nearly faceplants in his hurry to answer it.

“Your food’s gone cold,” Jean blurted out. Andrew turned a glare on him but said nothing as he shouldered his way into the apartment. Dark circles rimmed his eyes. His shoulders sagged, weighed down by exhaustion. There was no way he’d gotten a wink of sleep last night.

“Moreau,” a voice said from the door. Jean whipped around to see Matt Boyd standing at the door. How he’d missed such a tall person standing in his doorway, Jean didn’t know. “Mind if I come in?” Jean stepped aside and Matt moved in.

“Are you hungry?” Jean asked, haltingly. Boyd was the starting backliner for the Virginia Cavaliers, a whole state over. What the hell was he doing here?

“I could eat,” Matt said brightly. He grabbed hold of a chair and dragged it over to where Andrew sat.

“Not out of my plate,” Andrew snapped when Matt made to steal his eggs. Jean made his way to the kitchen to fix a third plate. From the dining room he could hear Andrew’s voice and Boyd’s laughter. Handing the plate over to him, Jean took his seat at the far end of the table. For the next quarter of an hour, Boyd rambled on about something or the other. If you asked Jean what he’d talked about, he wouldn’t have been able to say. He was far too absorbed in watching Andrew.

The usual tension that pervaded his form had fallen away. Despite the obvious lack of sleep, Andrew seemed far more relaxed than usual. Every now and again, Jean saw his lips twitch up into the barest hint of a smile. From what he’d heard, Andrew had never had a good relationship with any of his teammates save Josten. But that made sense. Neil was his lover. What was it about Boyd that softened him so much?

As soon as breakfast was finished and the plates cleaned, Jean disappeared back into his room to grab his phone. By the time he’d returned, both Andrew and Boyd were gone from the dining room. Jean found the pair blocking the open door. He stopped short when he heard Boyd’s voice.

“I’ve missed you so much, Andy.” His words shook Jean to his core.

“Yes or no?” Andrew asked quietly. Jean watched in stunned silence as Matt leaned down, mumbling yes a hair’s breadth away from Andrew’s lips. The second the word left his mouth, Andrew closed the distance between them. A soft moan slipped from Boyd’s lips and Jean watched in horror as he tangled his hands in Andrew’s hair. “Stop staring, Moreau,” Andrew said as he broke the kiss.

“I thought that you and Josten-”

“We are,” Andrew cut in dismissively. “Matt is too.”

“Oh,” was all Jean could think to say. Back at the Nest, there had been no exclusive relationships. While most relationships in the real world weren’t like that, Jean had heard there were still a few. Boyd said his goodbyes before heading down the hall to the back stairwell. Andrew started off in the other direction. Jean had to run after him once he’d locked the door. Neither of them spoke in the car. They never did but there was a weight to the silence now that Jean didn’t know what to do about. A thousand small talk topics flitted through his head but he knew Andrew wouldn’t appreciate any of it so he kept his mouth shut, contenting himself to stare out the window.

Jean is ready to run by the time that they pull up at the court but he doesn't. He needs to prove that he’s going to have Andrew’s back so he stays with him.

It’s kind of awkward for a while. Andrew doesn’t like having Jean towering over him from behind bc it makes him feel vulnerable so he’s always really tense.

The turning point in their relationship is when a striker from another team tries to start a twitter feud with Andrew. He gets asked about it in an interview and the interviewer pulls a Kathy Ferdinand and reveals that the striker is backstage. Jean is sitting with Andrew for the interview and when they try to start shit live on air, Jean snaps. He cuts the striker a new one, roasting them within an inch of their life and the interview is forced to end bc the striker throws a punch. Andrew steps in front of Jean, catching the punch with ease and judo flipping them.

Neither of them really acknowledge that it happened but, when Andrew comes to breakfast the following Monday, he brings a loaf of sweet bread that he baked over the weekend.

Things kind of settle after that. Sometimes Andrew leaves recipes for foods he wants and Jean starts filling their silences with something other than the news. He complains about Americans and moons over Jeremy and starts teaching Andrew French too.

Jean has his own tiktok and most of his vids are of himself cooking and have Andrew reacting at the end but there’s a few subsections tho. One of them is Andrew and Jean and their baking escapades. It’s always super messy. Another is their ‘date nights’. On the weekends, the two of them get a little extra dressed up and go out to sample new restaurants. They’re both massive foodies so they like to try new restaurants together. Andrew is a surprisingly picky eater and listening to him critic food is the most Jean has ever heard him speak. Platonic dates are actually incredibly nice n more ppl need to indulge in them.

The final subsection is fashion/makeup. Jean likes to do makeup bc… why not? Sometimes, he manages to convince Andrew to let him be his model and does some really interesting looks on Andrew. Those videos never see the light of day but it’s something they do and it’s very important to Andrew. There’s something very intimate about letting Jean touch his face for hours on end but it also kind of feels nice. Also he loves the way Neil and Matt fawn over him when he skypes them with his makeup done. The fashion videos, however, do go up. The two of them go to the mall p often and take turns styling each other. They do style challenges too where they’re both given the same horrible item (something like crocs or a really ugly sweater) and they have to make the other person look good in them.

They do little nice things for each other. When Neil has a game against Bluefield, Jean gets Andrew front row tickets for him and manages to convince Matt to come down too. Andrew learns how to make french pastries that he leaves on Jean’s counter pretty often bc it reminds him of home. He also gets Allison to help him pull some strings and arrange for Jean to spend Christmas break in France with Jeremy. Jean doesn’t cry but he does tear up a little bit.

Andrew is still a menace and you see that on his tiktok. He rigs ridiculous pranks like setting up a tripwire to dump glue and feather on him or wrapping all his stuff in plastic wrap.

#just a pipe dream #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #tfc #andrew minyard #all for the gay #andrew joseph minyard #neil josten #the foxes #matt boyd #mandreil #jean moreau #reveal to me your deepest desires

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years

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13 x 7 = 28

pairing: no pairing (no reader mentioned)

word count: 1907

summary: naturally is in deep shit. he got in over his head during sabaac with a member of the five-oh-first and now owes the man in blue more credits than he’s ever had at once. luckily, his ori’vod have his back.

a/n: apparently a sequel to “who’s my commander” was something ppl wanted, and i was all too eager to write something with my darling twenty-fifth boys. heads up, this is a dialogue-heavy piece. tagging @boba-thot, & @morganas-pendragons . please ask me abt my oc boys!! i have so many of them, i would love to share them with y’all!!!

“jort! ba! wait up!” the men in question slow down upon hearing their names being frantically shouted. if there was something bad happening that pertained to combat or one of the carnivorous felucian plants, they wouldn’t be the ones sought out. so they realized that it must be something of a personal nature and that allowed their heart rates to slow back down as they turned to identify the vod calling for them.

naturally was in deep shit. he had made the poor decision to join a few members of the five-oh-first in a game of sabaac and now owed them ninety-one credits, which was more than he’s ever had at once. the credits he had now only added up to half of that and knew that if he didn’t think of something, he’d be stuck on sanitation to pay off his debt to the cog-headed man.

jort would not admit that his mood softened a little upon identifying the distressed man as naturally. ba, however, knew that the man beside him was indeed sympathetic (sometimes too much for his own good) and that jort was now planning his evening around the needs of the frantic kih’vod in front of them.

“naturally, what’s wrong?”

“i was playing sabaac with the five-oh-first and got in over my head! i owe jesse more credits than i’ve had since i left kamino and i-“

the rookie was almost trembling and that was it, the older troopers were done for. naturally was now officially under the protection of him and jort, jesse be damned.

a metaphorical lightbulb lit up over jort’s head. ba could see said lightbulb the way he always does when his batchmate has an idea. the lightbulb hasn’t been able to distinguish good ideas from bad ones yet, but there was hope for jort yet.

“ninety-one, you say?”

“yeah, ninety-one credits.”

“well nat’ika, i’ve got just the trick to help you out.”

the youngest was almost too busy preening at the term of endearment to realize that his ori’vod was indeed going to help him. ba helped snap him back to reality as jort found a stick, beginning his lesson in the felucian mud.

ba had to admit that this plan was not only kriffing insane, but extremely world-tilting if executed right. it was jedi-level insanity and he didn’t doubt for a second that his batchmate learned the trick from the general.

after running naturally through the trick two more times, he felt that his training was paying off. ba had made the point of jesse knowing if naturally was lying about the credits he had on him and they both nodded their agreement. the youngest pulled his credits from his pouch and counted out twenty-eight, dropping the rest of them into ba’s hand.

jort takes this as a cue to continue. “now remember, you have to let him work some of it out himself towards the end. if you did it right from the start, he’ll be thinkin’ like you the longer it goes on and he’ll fall right into your trap.” naturally is soaking in the information like a sanitation duty sponge, part of him still reeling from the fact he’s being given such attention by a superior.

“does this trick help you a lot?”

jort smiles at the question. “only when the total i’m weaseling out of is ninety-one.”

ba rolls his eyes and butts in, “you say that as if you don’t try your damndest to make the total ninety-one as much as possible.” jort playfully scoffs at the insinuation as ba turns to naturally and grins like a loth-cat, enjoying the laugh he earns almost a tad too much.

this kid was making him soft.

to be truthful, ba would have taken the rookie under his wing the same as jort was currently doing if given the chance to do so in his own time. they’ve discussed as much with fortune, who led oracle company, about snagging a company transfer for the bright-eyed brother. fortune was on board with the idea because he saw how the newer medic worked, the way vode lost the panic in their eyes while being treated by him. it was a valuable trait to have as a medic and even more valuable to the men who fell under his care.

footsteps were heard around them and jort quickly went to mess up the numbers written in the mud. he didn’t want his information being spread where he didn’t want it, and judging by the look on his vod’ika’s face, the man approaching was indeed jesse.

“you think you can do it?”

“i know i can.”

“good man! find me when you’re done!”

ba and jort departed as jesse neared, and naturally was on his own.

“hey, naturally! you owe me for that game!”

naturally moved a hand to his pouch and made a show of getting every credit out. he let them clink together in the outstretched palm of the man in blue. “here’s twenty-eight credits, i’ll see you later-“

“alright, i- wait just a minute! there were seven rounds, and you bet thirteen each time. that’s way more than a measly twenty-eight!”

“that comes out to twenty-eight, vod.”

jesse’s wondering whether this guy’s tube was cracked. this rookie medic owes him ninety-one credits! on what planet does thirteen times seven equal twenty-eight? “did you get dropped on your head as a cadet?”

naturally suppressed a grin. “not that i can recall.”

“do you mean to tell me that you can prove that thirteen times seven is twenty-eight?”

“it’s gotta be, i owe you twenty-right credits.”

“tell you what: if you can prove it, you can keep the credits. if you can’t, you’ll owe me double.”

naturally stiffens a little at the prospect of having to owe one hundred and eighty-two credits to the cogged man who doesn’t seem to be the type to forget things like this. but he has faith in himself and the trick jort taught him, so he agrees to the deal and grabs the stick from earlier and begins the trick.

“seven into twenty-eight’s gonna come out to thirteen, watch.”

naturally draws a large seven in the dirt, followed by a significantly smaller twenty-eight separated by a slash, then another slash on the other side of the twenty-eight.

“can seven go into two?”

“no it will not.”

“that’s a giant seven to fit into that little bitty two.”

“... yes it is.”

“but we’re not gonna hurt the little two, so i want you to hold onto it for me.”

naturally “grabbed” the two from where he drew it in the dirt and “placed” it into jesse’s outstretched palm. that was simple enough so far, but there was still so much farther he had to go before getting out of this mess.

jesse was going with it only because he wanted his credits. that’s the only reason he was entertaining the bullshit of this rookie medic.

“can seven go into eight?”

“once.”

“right, so i’m gonna put the one over here,” naturally drew a one next to the second slash.

“now we’re gonna carry the seven, because it’s a big seven and it’s getting kinda heavy, and we’re gonna drop it down here below the eight.” as naturally speaks, jesse nods and follows along intently. “and seven from eight is?”

“one.” come on, jesse thought, i’m not that kriffin’ stupid.

“alright, now you’ve had that two long enough, give it here.” naturally holds his hand out for jesse to give him the two, and the older trooper isn’t sure as to why he’s playing into the little game this rookie’s got going but he “drops” the two into his palm nonetheless.

“you see that twenty-one? how many times can seven go into it?”

“three times.”

“so the three goes over here,” naturally continues as he draws a three into the dirt next to the one, “and look at that, thirteen.”

sure enough, there was now a thirteen drawn into the dirt next to the twenty-eight. jesse didn’t completely believe what he was looking at, much less the fact it made sense! he had to get more evidence, surely this wasn’t right.

“nah man, you’ve gotta prove it better than that if you expect me to believe that your math checks out.”

“alright, certainly.”

“you gotta multiply it.”

apparently there was still more to say and write if he wanted to save his head from being mounted on a five-oh-first bunk. thank the maker for jort’s extensive explanation or else naturally would have been screwed.

so he smeared away the numbers with a gloved hand, not bothering to care as to how it dirtied the leather, and continued on.

“let’s see here,” naturally mumbles to himself as he begins to draw in the dirt once again, tongue poking out between his teeth. a thirteen is now in the dirt with a seven below it, with a line under the seven. “okay. so we’ve got thirteen times seven. three times seven is?”

“twenty-one.”

“exactly, so we bring a twenty-one down. now one times seven is…”

“seven.”

naturally hums in agreement as he draws a seven below the one in twenty-one. “now twenty-one plus seven is-“

“twenty-eight.” jesse seems to be contemplating the lesson very hard, putting it side by side with everything he had been taught prior to then. it looked like it made sense, and his brain said it made sense, but to make him feel better he had to check it one more time.

“but now we gotta add it, just to be sure.”

“of course.”

this is where naturally sees if his hard work paid off, if jort’s lessons paid off. if he did his part good enough, then jesse would follow along and this would be easy peasy. most importantly though, he wouldn’t be bucket deep in debt to the trooper next to him.

smearing the mud one last time, he began to give jesse the final piece of the puzzle. “i’m gonna our down seven thirteens and add ‘em from there, alright?”

“alright.”

he puts the numbers down, one above another, and draws a line below the last. taking his stick, he begins to count by threes when the other man cuts him off halfway through. “no no no, let me do it this time!”

jesse starts to count by threes and ends on twenty-one, like he should, but also jort was sure to tell him that if he didn’t take over now that the plan was doomed to fail.

so in an effort to save his plan, naturally began pointing to the ones with his stick as he counted, “twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight!”

he spoke the numbers with confidence as he wrote the twenty-eight into the dirt, turning to give a dignified smirk to the cornflower painted trooper next to him.

jesse looked so lost and had no idea as to why this made a lick of sense, but had to concede that the young medic was right. to answer his earlier question, felucia is a planet where thirteen times seven is twenty-eight.

with a grin naturally collected the credits that had still been clutched in the other’s hand, stepping on the numbers casually enough to not raise suspicion as to why he was stepping on them. he was saved from a terrible fate and got to keep his money; it was a good night for naturally.

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blackgirl0nline · 4 years

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Okay so when writing "Dating _____ would include" type posts my mind tends towards understanding the character and their psyche. So this started off mostly fluff and got psychological and I'm sorry :'(

Dating Bruce Banner (Hulk) Would Include

super smart big brain boi

Hed be the type to always be teaching you something

"Hey honey come here? Did you know the residuals of melting points are often too great to predict..." and hed just ramble on and get invested and rant about something hes interested in. With such animated features as he explains the thing that hes finally wrapped his mind around

teasing him for being a smartypants would he just *chefs kiss*

"mhmhmhm yes sir professor banner sir I totally know what you mean when you talk about the disassociating particular movement of theoretical transkineiontal matter and the implications of which have temporal ramifications. That's clear as cristial doc"

[[MORE]]

teasingly calling him "Doctor" or "Doctor Banner" and him blushing everytime because you praising his intelligence is genuinely the biggest compliment. Because sure he knows he's smart but you finding him sexy for being smart is the bees knees. Like the fact that you dont see him as some genius freakazoid with no life beyond the lab is something he cherishes. Even if you mean it jokingly

DID SOMEONE SAY PRAISE KINK BC I- dr banner owns that shit

At first hes very shy about it, saying you're flattering him, because hes particularly unsure of himslelf when equations aren't involved.

But he eventually warms up to accepting compliments gratefully and with a bit of a shy smile especially around other people.

But he also gives praise right back

Honestly dont see him being too big on nicknames. Just calls you by your full first name because hes like ew old. Unless everyone calls you by the short version because he isn't like that spicy

And that's the thing hes literally not *that* kinky because hes a tad bit boring. Like not tok many secret desires running around his head

literally steal his glasses he's very blind. Or at least exaggerates it for your amusement.

All the cuddles

So many cuddles

Cuddles for days. Where hes wrapping his big arms around you just to feel like hes keeping you protected and safe like nothing could hurt you

Falling asleep to his gentle breathing

If you have trouble sleeping hed totally read to you till you fall asleep. Usually he'd wanna read some of his science-y books so he doesn't fall behind on research + he knows you find it boring so its kind of a double whammy

Will totally read game of thrones if that's what you prefer or YA or fucking Caillou because anything to help you sleep

He loves giving forhead kisses

Will literally go along with anything like a big baby. And he loves the fun and quirkinessTM you bring like a spark of joy. He just doesn't know what hes getting on any given day.

Yall balance each other out. But when you're helping to calmn him down that's when he loves you the most

When you're his peace his respite from the world that's amazing

Hanging out with you after a stress filled day and you just kiss the top if his head and talk to him softly and hold him. That's why he loves you

You can be high energy but also there for him when he needs to not hulk out and its genuinely so lovely.

Oml hes so shy tho.

Like being around people can just stress him out. It has to be his freinds.

That's why hes so thankful for you because you dont force anything on him the moment he doesn't seem comfortable yall take a moment to slow down

But dont treat him like glass either. He won't break. He hates when people just walk on eggshells around him. It makes him feel uncomfortable like hes inconvencing everyone.

The thing is hes kind of a complicated guy

Like yeah hes shy and all. Because hes insecure because of the other guy + having to keep track of social cues and not trying to sound like an old boring professor and not trying to sound condescending and trying to understand pop cultural references and it's too much at once and gets him frustrated so hed rather stay out of it

But he genuinely is too much in his head. The more mentally isolated he becomes the more he just rominates in his thoughts the more his temper gets short.

Like make no doubt he has anger issues

Genuinely he gets so frustrated with himself and sometimes itll come off as rude or curt

But hes mostly projecting it at himself or his work

That's why he spend hours in the lab. Hes so stubborn and harsh against himself that he won't let himself off the hook.

But is dangerous the more and more he gets in the habit of just being in his own head and critisising himself the more and more he gets distant with everyone else and sometimes rubs ppl the wrong way or comes off as a guy with a major attitude

"Hey Bruce do you-"

"I'm busy." Without turning around or contextualizing it

You physically have to get in his face.

But you run the risk of an outburst. Hes snapped at coworkers before. Never at you. Most of the time he recognizes "oh this is someone I love and dont want to fuck up a relationship with" and slowly decompresses

Once he comes to his senses is out of his head and calms tf down and stops being mad at himself hes just your big ol teddy

"Hey sorry I didnt mean to be so mean... what's going on?" Small smile on his lips eyes shining because he cherishes you

You roll your eyes because of his mood swings but will soften because you know hes just like that

Yall might get into arguments

I cannot lie. He cant be a perfect boy all the time. But think of it this way, hes stubborn and intelligent and self critical and bipolar and his internal mechanism to deal with stress is to turn it into frustration then anger then get big and green and wreck shit. So when hes frustrated with you (usually about you not agreeing with how much he works) he might not want to aquess to you. He might wanna stand his ground and demand you hear his side. Because in that moment hes justified and he knows that he's correct.

And you have to just eventually get that arguing with him won't work hes too stubborn sometimes. If hes arguing its only because its something he thinks it's worth arguing over. Just learn to de-escalate and you'll get him to be reasonable on anything

He can be hella condescending. A guy with 7phds doesn't do so withought thinking hes pretty smart. But you treating him like hes stupid ticks him off. Dont treat him like an idiot.

Or a kid. Just because hes awkward you dont have to use that against him. Teasing him for being a bit antisocial or teasing his bad social skills can be a reason for a real fight to break out.

And it really is a clear escalation you can see how he rises in anger. So most of the time it's easy to spot it, orient yourself and stop it

His social akwardnes is helped by the avengers, people like Tony help him socialise and get outside the lab and talk to people. Tony helps him communicate through difficult problems that usually leave Bruce frustrated with himslef

You and Tony are two pronged. He calls you in when he thinks Bruce needs a break and you entrust Tony with making sure Bruce isn't burning out.

Them being science bros goes deeper then you know. They help each other out. Bruce forces him to collaborate more by covering the things Tony isn't an expert in. And he's a voice of reason in some cases.

Bruce can be very level headed when hes not stuck in his own. He'll tell Tony what's going too far. The only issue is that Tony won't always listen. You and Pepper are about the only two people who can force Tony to listen to Bruce's prudent scienc-y advice

They both respect each other immensely for their intellect. But both can be bull headed. Tony doesn't like working with other because that means he has to admit he isn't really the smartest guy in the room. And Bruce doesn't hate working with others but when he doesn't feel heard or feels used or dejected he can get frustrated and snappy

The fact that you're still around despite all his bad qualities makes you that much more loveable to him.

#Bruce Banner #bruce banner x reader #hulk #hulk x reader #avengers preferances #imagine

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kimnjss · 4 years

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for part 22 !! this is long im srry ahfduhdfu

“Now laying in his lap felt like a crime. As if you were stood in self-checkout, constantly glancing over your shoulder as you scanned an expensive pair of shoes as one of those 79 cent candy bars.”

said it a couple of times, i’ll say it again. the way you write is SOOOO SOOOO good. we can feel so much and see so much which are prolly like ,,,, the most important things in writing ?? also, poor y/n. POOR POOR Y/N . she cares so so so much for miju like bruh their friendship rlly b toxic like this huh :--(

“But you can’t shake the look on Miju’s face you conjured, watching the two of you with that pouty frown of hers, arms crossed over her chest.”

the fact that this whole girl bestie crush issue is sooooo shallow but bec miju has so much issues (she needs help), y/n finds the need to constantly feel guilty ??????????? i so so so feel bad. not @ me being a miju apologist before yIKES cant believe she made our girl try to drop out of ballet ????? fucking dumbass bitch im gonna slap her so strong

“As if he’d let it go. As if he’d pick up on the slightest abnormality in your mood and just let it slip. Let you drive yourself mad with your racing thoughts and not let him in, not let him take on some of the weight. As if.”

so this is where i started crying !!! i think it’s like the nature of people to just ,,,,, idk ask when they feel something’s wrong but they dont really care enough to actually CHECK up on you ??? if that makes sense ??? i’ve had my fair share of people doing this. they’d ask but then get sidetracked and forget you were someone to worry for. this is probably why this y/n and this jimin might be my favorite. they feel so real, the emotions are so raw. i’m rlly glad our girl has jimin by her side now. he’s exactly what she needs. not just as a lover but ,,,,, as a person. yknow ??? like someone to just ground her whenever she’s so high up her mind. someone to be with her as in WITH her. i love love love that.

“No idea what’s wrong with you, but safely relieved that it’s not him. That he could help you work through whatever it is.”

i hope u know my standards for ppl is so so so high bc of ur au-s i SWEAR to god where r the fellas like this huh ???? hUUUUH ?????

“’I don’t know… I just… keep thinking about Miju.’ Jimin lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes in a really exaggerated way.”

jimin, u, me, same

“You’re really thinking about a girl while I got my hand on your ass? Is there something I should know?”

I LOVE HIM SM PLSSSS *INSERT CRYING EMOJI IM USING LAPTOP SO* I LOVE HIM I LOVE THE HUMOR I LOVE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“His face softens at the sound of your words, becoming serious for you.”

i nominate loy! jimin for best boyfriend PERIOD if he doesnt win, RIGGED

“That’s a terrible idea.” The door slams behind the new voice, your body instantly lunging from Jimin’s lap to the vacant space behind him”

like everyone else, i tot this was miju too HAUFHDIUHFUDHUF

and then we came to the part where jimin was having his crisis bc he wants The Sex but our baby is just not having it. i actually really like the way you portrayed it. whenever he’ll talk about wanting to fuck, he’d always say but he understands and he respects. that’s reality baby. he’s a man of honor but obv he has his ~hormones~ and i cANT STRESS ENOUGH how much i love you for writing that !!!!! they jus feel real ok like . how do u even do this ???? HOW IS YOUR MIND CAPABLE OF WRITING THINGS LIKE THIS YOU TALENTED TALENTED BABY

// ok now that i just reread it, i jus found out that they talked abt the ballet thing in this chap LMAOOOOO i thought it was when they were in the dance room ajidjfijoifjafiodj //

“Can’t wait to fast forward past all this shit. Feel like I haven’t seen you smile in a while.”

cried to this too. like ,,, cried VERY HARD. i turned my phone off AHAHHAHAHA this is pAINFUL . y/n’s going through so much and i jus feel feel feel so bad (also hits close to home) . i feel like im always gon think of this line now whenever i feel a small inconvenience afiudhuihdui . CANT WAIT TO FAST FORWARD PAST ALL THIS SHIT . WANNA SEE MYSELF SMILE AGAIN

“Surprised that he even cared about the difference, but he did.”

when i read this, yes, i cried HARDER . we all need a loy jimin in our lives huh ?? . he's just ,,,, It. like It . jimin loy best boy !!!! also @ yn. DESERVE !! youve always been the older sis, the good good friend, with jimin, u can rest bby. u can lay low, u can do whatever u want :--( u deserve it

“Did you just call me your girlfriend?”

AFHUDSHFJKAHDFJKSHAJKDHFJKAHFKJDSHFJ THERE WE HAVE IT FOLKS BYE

“No.” There’s an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “I’ve only been referring you like that in my head for the past month for fun,”

im having so much fun imagining a jimin in my life FOAHDSIFHIDSHOIFHIO ihy sm for making me realize how dry my love life is CAN I PLS LIVE IN THIS UNIVERSE N TRY TO FIT MYSELF IN BETWEEN THESE TWO AJAJAJAJA (no i wont yn deserves this but whatever mom i wANT HIM)

“I want you to be my girlfriend. So that I can be your boyfriend. And we can be boyfriend and girlfriend to each other, together.”

look at them go :--( cringey babies idk theyre so so so so so so so so nd i cant stress enough SO SO SO SO ADORABLE

“Go ahead. I’ll protect you.”

IM FUCKING SCREAMINGAHDHUFDHUSHIUHAFUIHDSFUI I LOVE HIM OKAY MUM I LOVE HIM CAN I PLS HAVE HIM WHERE DO I FIND (but also, IVE BEEN SAYING IT but like thank thank thank thank fuck they found each other. though y/n has kook, jimin is jus different ,,, i mean obv right but yes im just so so so so glad. y/n doesnt need to always be strong and dependent now. she can just be her and jimin loves that. SIGN ME UP UHUH UHUH

and then we have this whole talk with the moon and y/n quoting him back. i think loy yn and jimin best couple ????? I WILL FRAME THE WHOLE MOON TALK OKAY BYE ,,,,,,,, but fr thats so wholesome and i feel so honored i get to read this FOR FREE. it’s just soooo *insert that aww-ing emoji the one w big eyes* . i love them so much im willing to risk it ALL. theyre so so so so amazing. YOURE AMAZING. i LOVE IT.

#ask; less of you ✨#jimin sm au #asks; kez 🍯#submission

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pointedly-foolish · 4 years

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word count: 1090

pairing: connor | rk800/oc

genre: gen

summary: « oh wait, where's...? the detective exclaimed as they rummaged through their bag. i must've-- sorry i really need to... they trailed off. wait here. »

the android simply nodded as he watched the figure scurry away to some part of the precinct.

in the meantime, he found a few things to distract himself with: rhythmically tapping the desk, fidgeting with his coin... he glanced up at the decorated desk and saw a prompt: [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] should he...?

a/n: trying to unblock myself and start writing again... so i decided to write some oc x canon stuff as tiny exercise... kinda funny thing that i wrote to also flesh out my oc in a way,,,? ya boi fell in a hole of oc x canon that he thought he would avoid for the longest of times lmao,,, one (1) android controls my life end me,,, in case you do decide to read this, tiny pointers to not be confused: - in this au connor, 60, and rk900 are deviant and work at the DPD. since they're considered rookies (only started officially working as a detective for about a month) they're assigned partners; connor with hank, conan (rk900) with gavin, colin (60) with my oc esmé. - this ficlet mentions my friend's (@miusmius) oc, Ona Boix, who is also a detective at the DPD (i included her in the artwork, and by default in this work)... i don't own her, she doesn't belong to me... mius dont sue me pls

the drawing was made cuz i wanted to do a challenge where i draw a bunch of different ppl lol

i think that's about it? hope you enjoy this silly thing.

{ [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] }

the desk itself is relatively neat, sheaf of paper stacked together and tucked away neatly on one side of the table. other personable belongings such as potted plants, picture frames, and a small owl statuette are organised meticulously. office supplies are placed in cups and holders, not a single item out of place. upon closer inspection, however, the android noticed one item that was not like the other: unnoticeable at first, there was a black pen amidst the others that resembled his… the fountain pen he lost a few days ago.

[ ａｎａｌｙｓｉｎｇ... ] [ ᴬᴺᴬᴸᵞˢᴵˢ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴸᴱᵀᴱ: ᴸᴬᴹᵞ 2000 ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ, ᴾᴿᴼᴰᵁᶜᵀ ᶜᴼᴰᴱ ᴸᴹᵞ-ᴸ01ᴱᶠ ]

he pushed aside the rest of the result, ignoring the trivial information such as material (black polycarbonate—makrolon and stainless steel), and swiped the pen up, inspecting the pen’s body. on it was a delicately etched “connor anderson”, coining it as his pen; the one that was gifted to him. stuffing it into his pocket, he now realised how much of the detective’s belongings weren’t actually theirs: hank’s music player, det. collins’ notepad, and headphones he swore he last saw with officer chen. baffled at how no one has noticed yet, he collected said items to be returned after. though most of the stolen goods are of little value and easily replaceable, he settled to discuss the detective’s kleptomaniac tendencies with them soon.

continuing his inspection, he noted the multiple flyers and notes that adorned the detective’s magnetic board: small notices and stickers from past concert—panic! at the disco (which he found out was a well known alternative rock artist who managed to keep his career afloat even after the popularisation of android bands) and others, both popular and indie, of differing languages.

a small timetable and calendar marked a few important dates, circled and annotated accordingly. a small to-do list is taped near it, date at the top right corner. most of the writing is smudged—[ ᴿᵁᴺᴺᵞ ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ? ˢᴹᵁᴰᴳᴱᴰ ᴾᴱᴺᶜᴵᴸ? ] – “buy food for paris after work” it seemed odd that the detective still took on-paper reminders when a digital alternative was available, not to mention broadcasting them in full view. – “concert Jules 8:30 pm [sic.]” but perhaps they simply preferred the act of physically writing them down, or leaving behind a trace of their last location in the off chance that something happened… who was this “jules”? he decided not to look the person up, though curiosity was tempting. he resisted the urge (that his non-deviant self would have complied to immediately) if not to give the detective their privacy. he trusted them enough to know that they’d tell him about this individual if they need to.

on the top left corner of the board was a sticky note that wasn’t quite like the others: instead of the neat, smooth lines that was characteristic of their handwriting, this one was a messy scrawl that made it almost illegible—detective reed’s handwriting. under it was a smaller sticky note, belonging to the desk’s owner, which read “asshole”. « succinctly put » the android thought with a small smile of amusement.

the final object, which was a more recent addition to the heavily decorated board was a photograph of a recent birthday “party”, which was more of a potluck to be quite honest. his smile remained, and one may even note that it has become marginally brighter as his features softened. a photograph annotated with the raven haired detective’s commentary (entire precinct made up of loose canons—which wasn’t exactly wrong in his mind), which showcased the coworkers being together and celebrating hank’s birthday (while det. reed sulks on a kitchen counter, frustrated. the android chuckled at the annotations, “trash” is right.).

he scanned through each individual: his “brothers”, colin and conan—taken aback slightly at the fact that the three were called fucko 1-through-3; det. boix and officer chen (titled queens—fittingly as both were incredible at their work, though he sometimes wonder why officer chen still hasn’t been promoted yet…); the man he considers his father—lt. hank anderson—“world’s okayest dad” seeming like an understatement (though he’s quite sure it’s joke shared among the detective and the lieutenant); the two canines—sumo (the best saint bernard there ever was) and paris (the best german shepherd there ever was), and finally the desk’s owner themselves: det. esmé thomas, the person he’s waiting for right now. the picture was a slightly candid one (he didn’t recall being informed that they were going to have their picture taken), but he felt a sense of peace in seeing the group’s genuine joy being captured. it was nice to see them enjoying each other’s presence (some had a harder time showing it, though reed was slowly coming around) after the chaos a few months ago.

« hey, i’m back! sorry for making you wait... we can go now, suggested a voice from his far right. he turned his head to face its source before nodding. – alright. »

unlike hank, esmé preferred to drive in complete silence, the only sounds audible were the traffic outside and the thrumming of the car engine. after a few moments, the detective restarted the conversation: « did you have fun snooping around my desk? they asked playfully. – i was merely inspecting it… i noticed it had a new picture on it, he answered truthfully. – yup, they smirked, you like it? it was from last weekend. – it was certainly amusing, what with the flavour text. – ah, i was hoping you’d say that fucko #1, they chuckled. – so we’re a precinct filled with loose canons? he pushed playfully, rolling his eyes. – i don’t see you disagreeing, they replied, glancing briefly at the android. – touché. »

a moment of silence passed as the conversation died once more, the quietness accompanying them in their drive. but it was fine. it was a comfortable silence as they waited to reach their destination. a question was, however, on the tip of the android’s tongue for what would’ve been the entire ride so far, so he decided to ask them: « i’ve been meaning to ask you… he started. the driver made a « hmm? » to inform the passenger that they were listening. – but why are you wearing detective reed’s sunglasses? he pointed at the accessory on the detective’s shirt collar. »

the question goes unanswered and the android gives up on the thought of ever getting a reply, when the person besides him answered determinedly, not a hint of shame in their voice as they admitted the theft: « it was shiny and i wanted it. »

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asillydreamer-on-a-crazyworld · 5 years

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OK, now that I’m normal again and my feelings are not all over the place I’m ready to talk rationally about the episode.

I’m gonna start saying that I loved it.

Annie:

I always thought that Annie ended up like the most dysfunctional adult bc Beth was there to clean up her messes. Beth, as the older sister, took Annie under her protection and I think she was way more like a mom to her rather than a sister. We all can see how every time Annie has a problem she can’t deal with, she goes to Beth. She relies on her.Beth became Annie’s safe place whenever she lost control over things in her life. I understand Beth in these situations but I also think she could have handled her sister better, let her deal with her problems rather than running to her when she called it. I always wondered if this co-dependency she has on her big sis is also one of the reasons Dean doesn’t like Annie much. I can clearly see him arguing with Beth about her always going to her sis while she has a family to take care of.

I loved that Ruby told her what Beth really was for her. How she sacrificed a lot just to be there for her little sis. I think Annie knows it too, but sometimes she is so caught up in her own problems that she takes for granted what Beth does for her. And I’m not saying that to make Annie the bad guy here. She is just human and like I said, she was not the only one responsible for the person she became.

What I loved is that later, she feels it, deep down, Ruby’s words. They were inside her head the whole time she went back home, I bet and that is why we also see her so fragile while talking to Sadie. She is finally facing her own demons bit by bit, she is afraid that she is not being a good mom, a good influence on Sadie... She is afraid because she knows her own faults as an adult and she probably feels ashamed that she can’t even afford the medicine her son needs. I understand and respect her for not wanting to ask for anybody’s money bc she wants to succeed in being a good parent to her kid once in her life.

Also. Finally, the moment when she opens her eyes about what Noah did. People call Annie stupid and naive. I think she is mostly naive. She trusts people too easy sometimes. But she is smart ( I think we can agree that she slips a lot but again, she is just human) and she quickly connected the dots in her head when Ruby asked who could have known about Boland Motors. I don’t know what she is gonna do, but I think she is gonna confront him rather than play some kind of cat/mouse game with Noah.

One thing about Noah tho:

I don’t think he is working for Rio. I’ve seen some theories about it but his reactions yesterday tells me that he was feeling guilty and worried. He likes Annie, and frankly, with her goofy, carefree nature it’s so easy to like her. If he was working secretly for Rio or was his inside man in the FBI, I don’t think there was a reason for him to feel any of those feelings. He would know they wouldn’t end up finding anything and that she and her sis would be safe. And about using her in any way or lying to her about it? I think if he is catching feelings for her as I think he is, he wouldn’t need to be so worried bc, after all, they are all working for the same guy, right? Noah would feel a bit like a d-bag but I’m pretty sure he’d feel like they could talk it out in a way.

From the synopsis for episode 12, I do think that in the end they both are gonna talk about what Noah did.

Ruby:

OMG RUBY!!! She was perfect, as always. From supporting Stan, to not let her man wallow in self-pity and also standing up for Beth, this woman again shows us how loyal she is and how far she is willing to go to help those she loves, while also thinking about how this will affect her family in the long run, but she knows there is no way out right now. She needs to keep going bc there is no other option. Stan has no job, they have bills to pay, kids to feed and with her job, Ruby can’t deal with everything financially on her own.

I just love how strong she is despite everything. I really can’t say more about Ruby in this episode bc I see Ruby as the moral compass in the show. And I can’t wait to see how She is gonna deal with the obstacles on her way bc we know they are huge and they will make her go against some of her own values here to help her hubby and her family. I’m dying to see how she handles it.

We know she is afraid and that is why she did what she did on that bus. Throwing the drugs away showed me how desperate she suddenly became and I think that it was because she thought about how Sara treated Stan after he was arrested. She panicked bc she didn’t wanna her daughter to go through that again, watching another parent being arrested in front of her friends. Imagine the humiliation for Sara? Ruby loves her kid and she knows she suffered after seeing what happened to her father. She didn’t wanna ruin her relationship with Sara too. I understand, u, boo. I got u!

I will be here rooting and suffering with her and Stan.

Beth:

ohh Beth... How beautifully complex u are.U guys know I’m biased when it comes to this woman but she had one of my favorite scenes in the episode.That scene of her in the store... GOD! What a scene. The suspense, the thrill she got for doing something wrong and the possibility of getting caught, the song while everything was happening.. slowing down and down... PERFECT. She was trying so hard being good but this dark thing inside her was awakened and demanded to be fed.

She had a taste of it, of freedom from the dormant life she lead. This is a woman who lived, breathed, for everyone else but not for herself. Beth Boland never got a chance to know who she really is, what she likes to do, what she could be. She was molded into that momma persona and I think it’s natural that she struggles between being just that and the scary possibility of finding out what, who else she can be.

If u had to start all over again, find out who else u wanted to be, wouldn’t u be afraid too? Yeah, for some ppl it can be exciting as well, but most people will feel fear also.

I think that by the last scene of her, she is feeling just like that: afraid but excited as hell.

When she laughed and said it was fun almost being caught by the feds? CHILLS literally chills !! Beth is flirting with this wild side of her that get’s excited with power and challenges.

This doesn’t make her a villain, in my opinion, just someone more complex and that is embracing this side we all have that makes us wonder: “what would be like to not care at all? For rules, for being nice and polite all the time, sometimes to ppl we hate or don’t care at all? What if I just cheat and lie to get what I want as other people do? They don’t seem to care and they are in a better place in life than me.”

I love when writers let us see how a character struggles between the lines of what we accept as morally right and what we think it’s a no-go for “good people” like us, when we know nobody is perfect or a saint.

Watching her sitting inside that car in the dark and then leaving... Her chair empty...

We saw earlier in the episode when Dean (stupid Dean) asks her if she misses it and she says “would it matter?”. He says something else about her cookies and she just smiles but then we see the smile leaving her face and I was like:

OMG GIRL. I know.. I know it hurts and it sucks.

Her breaking down? One long time thing coming. She needed that. It also shows us that she might have another breakdown soon but this time with Dean. Beth is so fed up with just being the good momma, the good person... Always doing the right thing. No more. And if Dean keeps pushing her?

Ohh I don’t wanna be him.

Beth x Rio.

ok Now, on these two. I let my shipper feels get the best of me.

SUE ME.

I have this hopeless romantic side of me that can’t help but go all in in the feels.LOL

That being said:

DO I think that what Rio said in that promo was like a marriage proposal? OF COURSE NOT. And I am sure a lot of ppl know that. It’s called shipper behavior. We all allow ourselves to be a bit silly about it.

AGAIN. SUE ME. xD

We don’t know how that scene is gonna happen and what will be really said, in addition to what we heard them say but like u, dear follower or person who sees my posts in the tag know, I do believe Rio have personal reasons and way more practical ones to want Beth working for him again.

Some say it is a punishment for the headache she probably caused him when she said she was out. However, I’d argue that it is not that good of punishment because she likes it. She likes to work with him. She likes doing it. But yeah, for a lifetime? Not what I think she has in mind or will want it in the long run in that sense, I agree that it is one but not an effective one or the best way to punish her, RIGHT NOW.

And there is a big IF in what I said bc what if she ends up wanting to do that in the long run? We don’t know what direction Beth’s character will follow in the future.

Now back to the point, yeah it looks like a punishment and I’m sure she will freak out about Boomer’s body and we still don’t know what else Rio is gonna do and their relationship right now?

A mess. An UNHEALTHY, hot mess. Because again he has all the power.

Again Rio is gonna feed on her indecision and fears and he will get what he wants from her in the end bc this man is not playing around.

That is why I don’t think he has softened. Rio is like a snake. He will surprise u and attack when u less expect him to.

He surprised her in the park. He followed her or we can say he knows her well enough now to know exactly where she is. And again Rio showed her he is one step ahead of her ( and of everyone else it seems lol).

I see a man who is a planner, a charmer, a cold killer when he needs to be, a father, a rational, logical, smart man, controlling and who loves power and who also can be an attentive, soft lover if he also wants. He is a man who knows how to read people. But the fact that he reads Beth so well? I don’t think that is because she is weak, but rather that she is too much like him in some aspects.

He respects her. No one can say the contrary.

But he won’t let her ruin things for him, so here he is making sure she doesn’t, she goes to that park and tells her the FBI is going to BM bc if she gets caught? The feds will have info on the little operation they had there!

But they were also partners so, if he lets her go down for this, he only has things to lose. Her included. Because, yeah I believe he sees her as a valuable asset.

Beth, with her efficiency, intelligence, and courage, secured herself a place in his organization, and people like her, even if a bit dangerous ( and are not all of them like that? the people he deals with on a daily basis?)? They are the kind of people born for what he does and he sure as hell won’t let her go.

And I believe he keeps pulling at the strings he has on her tighter bc he knows she is not sure of what she wants herself, but he won’t let her slip away from his fingers.

That is why I also think he is in way too deep with her. Why he let her under his skin and he is not thinking rationally, not 100%. She probably won’t use the dealership again ( for reasons - the FBI still there and Dean). I don’t know how she is gonna do it but she will go back to launder money for him and I believe he will help her with that.

DOES HE NEED TO?

NO.

She is taking too much of his time already. This woman is soo high maintenance. Too much of a headache.

However, I believe he likes it. He has fun with it. He lets her get away with too much. Oh, you all know I said that A LOT of times before.

I do believe he wants her, like hard still.

He is a man after all, who appreciates good, pretty, not too easy to get kind of things.

Beth Boland is like that. She is interesting.

Do I believe they will drive into the sunset together or that he will turn into a puppy for her?

LMAO nope.

I’m happy with how the writers are handling things for now.

The only thing I hated was how they didn’t give us the trio comedy that Rio x Ruby x Annie is. But I guess they preferred to spend more time on that scene of the FBI breaking into Boland Motors

But, yeah, I have faith in the writers and the cast bc they gave us a lot already and if they could make an episode look great even when heavy spoilers were published, oh just imagine what else they can give us.

I think we’ve been well fed compared to other shows ( I said that already but whatever. I still believe we are!)

Balance is not easy to manage and hell, I’m happy I’m not a writer bc damn, it is not easy to keep everyone in a fandom happy.

( there is no way u can feed everyone, not all the time, right?)

sorry that this became such a monster of a post xD

#nbc good girls #beth x rio #ruby hill #annie marks #beth boland #omg look an essay #LOL

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mysteli · 6 years

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No Tears Left To Cry (Flynn X MC)

A/N: Hey ppl! So this is my first entry for @i-dream-so-i-write‘s Choices September Challenge! I’ll be posting daily fics all month! The first scenario is Rain! This is For Flynn and Ali! You can suggest some pairings if you want! Hope you’re ready for this! Tagging the blog @choices-september-challenge

Warning: T

Tags: @mechaspirit @xo-endlessmayhem-xo@endlessly-searching-for-you@princesstopgun @parkerattano @skyila @brightpinkpeppercorn

Nikolai wasn’t kidding. He couldn’t have been. There is no way Ali just saved a murderer. Hints and clues always seem to lead back him but no, he couldn’t have hurt Kate. Drugged her, kidnapped her, tortured her and killed two Sterling siblings. It doesn’t seem possible for someone who actually cares about Kate would go through all that for revenge.

Some many questions corrupted her way of thinking, as she darted out of the lighthouse, after unofficially parting with Naomi, Grant and Flynn. Honestly, Ali feels awful running out of there so fast, just after Nikolai was dragged out and everyone was contemplating on what comes next. With everything happening around her, Ali just couldn’t take it anymore. She’s barely handling the situation already and saving a possible criminal just doesn’t sit well with her.

Truly, she’s exhausted, troubled, on edge and completely out of breath. For the past few days, her entire lift has been flipped upside down and the longer she stays in Birchport, the more her city life becomes a distant memory.

The rain’s still pounding heavily once she makes it outside, drops smacking the concrete and drifting down Ali’s face. As she approaches the docks, her mind drifts back to the others, especially Flynn with him being held at gunpoint. Out of everything that happened, that’s what frightened Ali the most - a chance that Flynn could get shot. Nikolai was so close to pulling the trigger, yet Flynn remained so calm and collected the entire time. It’s almost like he had been through that before and due to past experiences, he knows how to handle situations like that, which is kinda concerning for Ali. Flynn and the others are the only ones she feels like she can trust and losing them just feels unbearable.

Suddenly, Ali can feel tears rising in her eyes, corrupting her vision as she fights through the heavy rain. She pauses half way down the docks to catch her breath, as she leans against the railing, her dark eyes staring out at the ocean. The monstrous waves floor every parked boat, soaking each and every one. Clouds hover over the events, watching how the sea curses every vessel with its power.

The scene is horrifying but somehow strangely soothing. Exhaling sharply, Ali relaxes, the tension in her softening slightly and finally giving her a chance to forget the events of tonight, even if it is only for a short while.

However, it doesn’t last long when Ali hears a familiar voice calling out to her. “Ali!” The voice yells in a desperate tone. Reluctantly, she swerves around, tearing her eyes away from the thrashing waves. She catches sight of Flynn pacing over to her with a rare look of concern on his stupidly handsome face.

Flynn has been her hope all this time, the only one that cares about Kate as much as she does. Turns out, they’re both really different from each other. He’s a bad boy who defies the law and only does what will help the ones he cares about. He always knows what to do and has a smirk that could kill anyone who gets too close. Then there’s Ali, who is a lost journalist, who spends most of their time in the city, not in small towns like he does. She’s not as capable in dangerous situations and barely holds her own but she still knows what the right thing to do is.

Deep down, she knows everyone who knew of their “relationship” would judge. The disgust on everyone’s faces at Kate’s hearing, when Hornby called her out like she’s a slut. Even Flynn’s face was full of surprise, which is what hurt the most.

Her doubts start to shine through as she contemplates their situation.

She doesn’t eye him for that long, fixating her gaze on the silver railing that she helplessly leans on, as she waits for Flynn to reach her. Eventually, he does, sooner than expected. Still, she refuses to look at him.

“Ali…” Flynn mumbles, putting a hand behind his head and fiddling with strands of his dark brown hair. His icy eyes scan over Ali intently - an anxious look overtaking. Still, Ali doesn’t give him her attention, keeping her eyes on the gloomy clouds that poison the sky.

Flynn exhales loosely, one hand gently tapping Ali’s arms, which startles her a little and causes her to jump where she is. “Ali… Why’d you run out like that?” He tries to question her but he’s given an eye roll from her instead, which makes him furrow his brows bewilderedly. A bullet stabs her heart when she catches a glimpse of the hurt in Flynn’s eyes because she wasn’t talking to him.

His grip on her arm tightens, just enough so it doesn’t hurt her. “Ali! For god’s sake, look at me!” Flynn requests firmly - though there is still a hint of kindness in his tone. He tilts her chin so she’s staring at him dead in the eyes and that’s when he finally spots her rising tears. “Ali, what’s wrong?” He questions again, fiddling with her trembling lip while trying to help her relax. Affected by his surprisingly gentle touch, she inhales sharply.

For a moment, a silence is caught between them, Ali taking that time to admire Flynn like she does every time they talk. He’s completely drenched from the pounding rain, drops continuing to soak his hair and drift down his pale face. They surround his sapphire eyes, highlighting them and making them stand out. Tears of the clouds have also moved to wet his clothes, making them tighter against his fair skin. As her dark eyes aimlessly scan his body, she swears she can see his chiselled figure through his soaked shirt, as his dark jeans grip tighter to his legs. Flicking her eyes back his face, Ali begins to contemplate on what she should say.

“I’m sorry, Flynn,” is all she manages to blurt out of her mouth, which is kinda random since it has nothing to do with Flynn’s question. Expectedly, it confuses him and he can’t help but raise an eyebrow at her.

“What’re you sorry for?” He asks in a concerned tone, stroking the skin of Ali’s shaking arm comfortingly and it sure is working.

Ali silences herself for a moment, only then just realising what she actually said. Her mind goes blank and total honesty seems like the only option. “I… Do you think I just saved a criminal?” She bombards him with a question of her own, desperation hinted in her tone. Her hazel eyes are drowning the impatience. She just needs an answer. Was what she did right or wrong?

Flynn pauses, releasing his grip from Ali’s arm and placing both hands behind his head. He stares out at the ocean, eyes fixated on the guarded lighthouse, watching how the huge light flickers like it’s broken.

For too long, he doesn’t dare speak, worrying Ali a little, as her stomach ties into a knot. “Flynn…” She mutters and his icy eyes snap back to look at her. He throws his hands to his sides.

“I don’t know.” He admits, stroking his jaw thoughtfully while shrugging his shoulders. He looks distraught and defeated. “I just feel like once we get close to knowing the truth, something always drives us back to the start.”

Hearing his words, Ali frowns, playing with the ends of her hair. “So, you’re saying it’s undecidable?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows in a confused manor.

“I’m saying that I don’t wanna assume anything in case it comes back to bite me in the ass. Everything else always does.” Flynn responds, grasping the railway and fixating his gaze on a nearby boat named The Saviour. Ali follows his gaze and is instantly intrigued by the title of the vessel. “Damn, we could one of those right about now.”

Ali nods, watching how the waves rock the boat and it almost builds up a little nausea in her stomach. Quickly, she looks away and moves her gaze to Flynn, who’s still admiring the shaking boat. “Remind you of something?” Ali questions, noticing how interested Flynn is in the name of the vessel and it’s entire exterior.

Barely hearing her question, he tears his eyes away from the boat and finds Ali in his sight once more. “Guess you could say that.” He admits, folding his arms and sighing heavily. Something is troubling him.

Ali places a hand on his drenched shirt. It’s surprising how the constant rain isn’t bothering him at all, even though it’s killing Ali on the inside. Flynn flicks his eyes over to her and his nose twitches as drops of rain descend down his face. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Ali assures, brushing his drenched hair out of his face. Giving in to her touch, Flynn sighs hesitantly and wipes the dripping water from his face.

“My parents used to have a boat just like that,” He begins, focusing his attention back on the boat and Ali does the same even if it makes her slightly sea sick. “And it was actually called The Guardian Angel, which kinda reminded me of The Saviour.” As he tells this story and relives his childhood, Flynn can’t help but blink a few times to stop a few tears from escaping. “Kate loved it. She used to go on it all time with Dad. He’d take her fishing and she always used to come back with something. Each fish she caught she had a name for.”

Ali giggles at the thought of Kate naming fish that she caught and talking to them everyday, causing Flynn to pause and eye her questioningly.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, cracking a weak smirk and chuckling to himself and Ali can’t help but laugh along.

“Kate told me about her favourite fish once. What was her name… Tunalicious?” Ali reminds Flynn and they both break into a fit of laughter. It’s easier to smile for Ali when she’s around Flynn, despite everything.

Flynn smirks wider this time. “Yeah, she thought that was so clever. She’d talk to him almost every night and feed him peanut better like Lilo did in those Disney films.” He jokes, running a hand through his drenched dusty brown hair. A sigh of relief escapes him, as he realises he hasn’t laughed this much in a long time. Only Ali seems able to help him do that.

A lightbulb suddenly goes off Ali’s brain. “Ooh! Let’s not forget Goldilocks and Sir Swords A Lot. And Dracula!” She laughs, breaking out into a wide smile and Flynn immediately joins in with the banter, the memory brewing in his mind.

“I kept trying to tell her that a fish with a two sharp bottom teeth does not means it’s a vampire.” Flynn responds, one of his first genuine smiles igniting through the storm, immediately stopping Ali’s laughter and gaining her attention.

Once the laughter dies, they just stare at each other for a moment, admiring each other’s imperfect states. Not just the exterior of each, the other’s strengths and weaknesses, good traits and bad traits, good flaws and bad flaws. Either way, they would never think differently of the other.

“Then my parents went and sold the boat, completely killing Kate.” Flynn adds suddenly, completely killing the mood as well. His kind grin fades away, as he focuses on the boat once more, almost cursing at it under his breath. “For a while, she felt broken, lost and I couldn’t help but blame my parents for that. They destroyed their own daughter and treated us both like black sheep.”

Suddenly, a unbearable memory revisits Ali’s mind and it sends immediate shivers down her spine. That thought of the sight of Flynn being held at gunpoint by a mentally tormented Nikolai. It was horrible to watch and even more painful to relive. The bright smile she once held fades away and the light in her eyes dies completely, leaving her looking empty and pained.

Interrupting the silence, Flynn blinks a few times, checking that Ali is still there and watching how the heavy drops of rain sink through her scalp and soak her beautiful face. “Ali?” He asks, receiving no response. “Ali… what’s up?” He tries again, once again rewarded with complete and utter silence, frustrating him a little.

Ali closes her eyes for a moment, contemplating hard. When she opens them, she can see the confusion in Flynn’s eyes. “Nothing. I gotta go.” She claims, not giving Flynn a chance to protest. Immediately, she swerves around and continues down the docks, not in the mood to confront Flynn about her darkest fears.

“Ali. Ali, wait!” Flynn calls to her, the desperation in his face causing her heart to sink. All he could wonder is what he did wrong. “Goddamit, Ali! Stop walking away from me!” He pleads, no sort of demand, just the rare, no impossible, sound of him begging. Ali wipes her tears away, pushing the memory of Flynn to the back of her mind.

“What did I do? Where are you going?” He continues to bombard her with questions as he attempts to run after her, getting closer even though the rain seems to slow him down. He remains careful and cautious so he doesn’t slip on the already pretty slippy docks.

Finally, after seconds of struggling, he reaches Ali. Instantly, he moves to block her path, stopping her directly in her tracks. He can see sobs pouring from her cheeks and it definitely wasn’t the rain.

She tries to slip past him but he grasps her shoulders and keeps his grip nice and tight. “Flynn, move out of my way.” She orders firmly, brushing her wet, auburn hair out of her face, as she tries her best not to admire Flynn’s soaking state.

“Not until you tell what’s got you so on edge.” Flynn denies, shaking his head at her and exhaling sharply - puff of smoke corrupting her vision momentarily.

“Flynn, it’s just me being stupid. Now move!” She demands, pressing her lips together and arching her eyebrows at his dismissive attitude to not let her go.

Once again, he shakes his head, his icy blue burning into her tear-infested hazel eyes. “I don’t believe anything you say is stupid. Now come on, Ali. Be honest with me.” His words came out as more of a kind-hearted request this time and that soothes Ali slightly but frustration still lingers in her eyes.

“Goddammit, Flynn! Move your ass now!” She snaps, tempted to shove him but hesitant to hurt him. Judging by her poor strength, she wouldn’t be able too anyway but she still cares about him.

“Not until I get an answer!”

“Okay! You want a fucking answer, Flynn! I’ve been putting everything on the line to save Kate! My job, my dignity, my reputation. Hell, even the people that I care about!” Ali admits, raging uncontrollably. Her hands ball into fists and her mind is scattered with unwanted memories. Flynn’s eyes widen slightly and his mouth drifts into a frown. He’s never really thought about what Ali’s troubles were. That sounds bad but he was just so focused on his sister and he always relies on Ali’s help that it just… may have slipped his mind.

“Ali… I had no idea. I didn’t realise-“

“Yeah well, it’s get worse!” She cuts him off, barely keeping her balance and relying on Flynn’s strong grasp to steady her. “Nikolai could have killed you today. You could have been shot and maybe I wouldn’t have been able to save you.” Tears begin to rise again and her hopes fall into a pitch black abyss. “I love Kate just as much as you do. But we keep risking our lives just to ensure she’s safe. I know that sounds like I don’t care but I do. I really do. I want her out of jail. I want her to be free… but I also don’t wanna die trying.” Ali confesses, sheepishly staring at the floor and refusing to meet Flynn’s unreadable gaze.

For a moment, nobody speaks and nobody moves. It’s impossible to process what’s happening, especially Ali’s words struggling to sink into Flynn’s brain. She clarified that she cares and she made sure Flynn knows that she loves Kate. She doesn’t wanna watch the people she cares about die. And for some reason, that includes Flynn.

Finally, Flynn clears his throat, causing Ali’s eyes snap up. “Wow. I’m sorry if I ever made things difficult for you. That was never my intention. I really am sorry.” He apologises, his words sitting well with Ali and she smiles at him weakly.

“Flynn I-“

Before Ali can form any proper words, Flynn cuts her off by thrashing his lips against hers, causing her to jump up in his embrace. Startled at first, her hazel eyes widen at the surprise of his touch. But after a moment, she melts into his embrace and smiles against his lips, finding a way to kiss back. Usually, their kisses would start off sweet and reassuring but something is different about Flynn this time. He’s bringing more force and urgency than he ever had. Like he is in dire need of her. Was it the anger or… no it’s the anger.

Flynn immediately creates a flowing rhythm, snaking his arms around Ali’s waist and drawing imaginary shapes on the fabric of her coat. She can’t help but let out a soft moan when he begins tugging the strands of her soaked auburn hair that drifts down her back. Hearing it, he smirks against her lips, able to taste the raindrops on her mouth and tongue, as she lets his own in. A pace and a fuelling amount of passion builds up, giving them both a sense of relief.

The growing storm in their bodies is even more powerful and bigger than the one outside, as the rain continued to drench them, only adding more fuel to the fire. Flynn forcefully pushes Ali against the railing, groaning lightly when she playfully tugs on the strands of his drenched dark hair. Another smirk crosses his lips and he starts moving to kiss down her jaw and over her neck, gaining a few soft moans from Ali, which is insanely satisfying for him. She strokes his arms, outlining the tattoo on his shoulder, then moving up to his neck. Noticing, Flynn releases his lips from her neck and squints at what she’s doing, slightly intrigued.

“What ya doing there?” He questions, shooting her his signature smirk and she doesn’t dare remove her hand and continues stroking his tattoo.

She glances up, smirking mischievously at him, which turns him on more than you’ll ever know. “What? Can’t I admire a man’s tattoos?” Ali questions, arching her eyebrows seductively at him which makes it very hard for him to hold back.

He plants a kiss on her forehead, then moves to whisper in her ear. “Guess not.” He mutters huskily. With that, Ali grips him by his soaked shirt, pulling him in for a long, lingering kiss - this time it’s more tender and sweet but still plastered with desire.

Too soon, she pulls away, aggravating Flynn. “I wasn’t told we were stopping.” He claims, raising an eyebrow at her and groaning in annoyance.

“Seriously? Can’t you see I’m soaked and it’s also freaking freezing?” Ali reminds him and Flynn smirks at her words, brushing back strands of her hair and planting another kiss on her damp forehead.

“You still look gorgeous.” He replies very smoothly, causing Ali’s heart to flutter. Hearing that, she leans in closer, teasing him by brushing his lips against hers but still not enough to satisfy Flynn.

“How about a hot shower?” She teases, becoming suddenly even more irresistible to Flynn, which he didn’t think was even possible.

He raises an eyebrow at her and briefly brings his lips to hers. “Sure but only if you promise me one thing.” Flynn responds and Ali eyes him questioningly.

“I’m not gonna beg.” She states simply and her eyebrows collide with each other, as she awaits Flynn’s compromise.

Flynn chuckles softly, before forming a serious expression and staring into Ali’s hazel eyes. “Promise me you won’t beat yourself up over Kate anymore.” He requests calmly, taking both Ali’s wet hands in his and kissing each finger one by one.

She doesn’t seem to notice because she gets so confused over his words. “When did I ever-“

“Promise me.”

Flynn stares at her, a glint of hope in his eyes. Just being here with him and staring into them makes her feel at peace and tells her that everything is gonna be okay.

“…Okay, I promise.”

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kookadoodle · 6 years

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Something Between Us (Pt 3)

PLOT: Being best friends with Min Yoongi is not always the easiest thing to do. Especially, when he finds out about your blooming relation to one popular friend of his - Jeon Jungkook.

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader (ft. Yoongi and the other boys) GENRE: fluff, F2L!AU WARNINGS: swearing WORDCOUNT: 5.2k A/N: soft hours have arrived ppl x

Pt 4 ♥

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{Y/N’s POV}

I look at my closet as I try to pick out something to wear. I just want something comfortable, but I still do not want to look like a complete hobo. I settle on a pair of black jeans and my favorite hoodie, hoping it will be enough to not totally expose my tired state of mind. I brush my teeth and before I know it, I am heading out the front door, locking it behind me. I walk to the sidewalk as I hear a car door being opened. I look over and as I predicted, there he is, standing by his car. Min Yoongi, my neighbor and currently not-so-popular best friend. He looks over at me from beneath his brown locks and beanie and his expression is still completely relaxed. He throws in his bag and rests an arm on the car, watching me in silence. I still for a second and tighten my grip on the strap of my bag. “Are you getting in or not?” he asks unbothered by the tension between us. I cross my arms as I furrow my brows, tilting my head slightly in hesitance. I realize something in his attitude has changed since yesterday and I kind of want to know more of his current state of mind. He seems less annoyed and slightly more apologetic.

“Come on, Y/N, just get in already,” he says as he gets in himself and shuts the car door. I sigh as I ponder for a second before I decide to just cut my trip to school short by choosing him over the bus I never take anyway. I get in and put on my seatbelt in silence, not sure of what to say to him. It is not like I am still mad at him, but I am kind of expecting him to apologize for how he has been lately. He starts the car and we make our way down the road. I look out the window and watch the houses pass us by and count the dreadful minutes, no seconds, as they pass. Suddenly, I hear him sigh and I turn towards him. “I am sorry,” he finally says even though it clearly pains him. I relax more into my seat, waiting for him to elaborate. He licks his lips as he is putting together sentences in his complex mind. “I am sorry, I yelled and got mad. I just really hated seeing him with you… and I hate that he disrespected me like he did,” he explains, tightening his grip slightly on the steering wheel. I straighten up and run a hand through my hair as I listen. “You know I didn’t do it because I am jealous, right? I don’t want you to think that. I just…” he continues, trying to express his thoughts as clearly as possible. “I just want the best for you because you are my best friend and I really don’t think Jungkook is right for you,” he adds, seeming nervous to hear my response as if he fears I will not accept his apology or opinion. I sigh at that, slipping my hands into the pocket of my hoodie. His words make me wonder if he is right, yet the odd thing to me is that Yoongi is saying it as if me and Jungkook would naturally become a thing and knowing what I know of Jungkook, I really doubt he would ever go for me. He is the heartbreaker of our school and a lot of girls are waiting for his attention to fall on them, giving him plenty of options. I do not even know why he came over yesterday, but I assume he did it since he would not want me to say something that would hurt his image. He would never go for me but still I hear Yoongi’s point and I appreciate his concern. “I get it, okay? I know you only want to protect me and I am grateful for that, but you are totally jumping the gun. Jungkook is not into me, I swear,” I state, trying to convince us both. It hurts to say, since a part of me wishes that he was, but I have no solid prove that he thinks any differently of me than any other girl at our school. It just does not seem to be the case. “But you are into him?” Yoongi asks, voice calm and understanding. I look over at him and he returns it for a second with a look of worry in his eyes. I can tell what he is hoping to hear, but I cannot give him that answer. “It doesn’t matter if I am, he would never go for me,” I state and hope for him to drop the conversation as I do not like where it is heading. It just seems so damn depressing. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he says with a sigh, surprising me. It was not what I expected to hear. I glance over at him in slight confusion as his gaze is purposely fixed on the road, leading us to school.

{Jungkook’s POV}

I lean against the railing by the front steps to the entrance with one strap hanging from my shoulder. Tae and Jimin are deeply focused on Jimin’s phone as they are reading texts he has received lately from a girl a few towns over. I feel several glances at us and I sigh, not really wanting their attention. I just want to get this day over with and I am extremely tempted to skip school because of it just to end the day already. “Dude, what about you? Have you heard from Hailie?” Jimin asks, shoving playfully at my shoulder. I smile at his teasing, straightening my posture slightly. “She actually wanted me to come over yesterday, but I was kind of busy,” I say as I receive a few intrigued expressions from them both. “Oh, right. You were with Y/N, yesterday,” Tae smiles widely. I feel my own expression soften slightly by the mention of her name. “Yeah, what’s up with that?” Jimin asks, studying my expression a tad too intensely as he is expecting to get juicy details. I scoff as I raise my brows a little. “Honestly, I don’t know. She seems into me, but she keeps calling us friends, so yeah…” I try to explain, but it comes out sounding more depressing than I intended. “But anyways, I’ll probably just text Hailie later,” I add, hoping for my desperate words to be outbalanced. They look at each other and then back at me with disbelief on their faces. “If you say so, Jungkookie,” Jimin chuckles as he pads my shoulder in disbelief. I shove back at him and he laughs as he almost loses his balance. “Speaking of the devil,” Tae says, looking past my shoulder. My heart drops a little as I sense someone walking up the steps to approach us, wanting it to be her. I turn to look and to my surprise, I am not met with the her I was hoping for. “Hey, baby,” Hailie says as she wraps her arms around me from behind. I feel her leaning into my back and looking up at me. I turn around towards her and throw an arm around her in order to convince the boys further of my previous claim. “Hey, babe,” I say back, and she reaches up to kiss me. I cup her face and kiss her hard, making the boys still before us. Tae gulps at the sight and furrows his brows at the scene I am causing. I finally pull back and leave a big grin on her face. “I figure you missed me?” she asks as her blue eyes study mine, craving more intimacy. “Sure did,” I claim, forcing a smile. I turn back to look at the boys with my arm back resting around her shoulders. “Guys, you know Hailie,” I say, formally introducing her. They both nod with strained smiles and she giggles obliviously.

{Y/N’s POV}

I move the pencil across the paper of my notebook, shading my newest work as I wait for the class to begin. My mind wants to escape to anywhere else but here and the best way to do so is to keep it occupied with something else. The drawing is nothing special, but it works as it keeps my mind from catching the contagious disease amongst the other students called boredom. I hear distant conversation gradually increasing as the owners of the vocals enter the classroom. I look up and see Jungkook in his black MA-1 bomber jacket, entering through the door with a few friends. A grin is spread across his face as he listens in on his friend probably joking about something ridiculous. I let my gaze back down onto the paper before me, continuing my work. As I do so, I sense eyes landing on me and keeping their position as he walks pass me to the back of the room. I try to ignore his disappearance from my sight until I notice a chair being dragged out from the desk right behind me and I sense his gaze fixed on the back of my neck. “Morning,” he says quietly in my ear, surprising me by his sudden closeness and my mind is reminded of when I woke with him behind me, whispering that same word. I feel a gentle rush through my body and my cheeks blush. I thank higher powers for placing him behind me, where my face is out of sight. “Good morning, students,” the teacher says as he enters the room, saving me from having to turn around and look at Jungkook only to reveal my flustered state caused by him. As the class begins, I keep wondering what is happening behind me. Is he still watching me or has his attention been averted to something else? I think, and I want to scold myself from even considering his attention was directed at me in the first place. This is why I draw. I want the pencil and paper to save me from my mind exploding on itself. I try to shake it off and focus on the words being said before me. As the class continues, I find myself less distracted. “You will have to do the assignment for Friday, so I have the weekend to look them over,” the teacher states after he has passed out the tasks and explained what the assignment was on. I always think they give us too little time to finish, which often only results in a half-done job, but so far, my grades are not suffering from it. “You can do the assignment individually or you can team up in pairs, it’s up to you,” he adds and allows us to begin working on the task at hand. I flip over the paper and start to scribble down notes on how I want the finished paper to be. Since Yoongi is not in my class, I do not bother to look up and search for a partner, making me fail to notice the chair being pulled out from beside me and someone placing themselves down on it, looking over at me. “Earth to Y/N,” Jungkook whispers in my ear and startles me yet again. “You have to stop doing that,” I sigh from surprise, causing him to chuckle. He leans in and looks down on my paper from over my shoulder. I try not to let his closeness get the best of me again. “You’re good,” he says calmly, gesturing to my notebook, lying open and revealing the work I was sketching earlier. I study it for a second myself. There is nothing groundbreaking about it, but I guess it turned out nicely. “Thanks,” I smile sincerely, and I feel him mirroring my expression as he studies the side of my face. I suddenly feel very exposed to him and I can sense he is enjoying it. “Can I ask you something?” he says, eyes not escaping their gaze at me. I look over at him and notice how intently his attention seems to be. “Sure,” I say, not knowing what to expect. “Would you work on this assignment with me? I have no idea what to write,” he says, eyes finally falling from mine as if he feels slightly embarrassed by his confession. Now it is my turn to study his features, trying to read whether or not he is actually serious about working on the paper himself or just wants me to do it. “We can do separate papers if you want, I could just really use your help for mine,” he adds as if he reads my mind and the wait of hearing my response seems to be killing him a bit. “Okay,” I say casually and return my focus to my notes, wanting not to seem totally lost around him. He looks back at me again, slightly surprised by my answer. “Cool,” he smiles relieved.

{Jungkook’s POV}

I place my bag on the table as I sit down across from Jimin. The cafeteria is as busy as always and the students are all wrapped up in conversations with each other. I look around, feeling as if I am searching for something, or someone, that I am failing to find. I set the thought aside as I bring my attention to the story Tae is in the middle of telling. “Things were getting pretty heated, you know? But then suddenly her parents come home, and she nearly throws me out the window,” he explains, lifting his arms up and imitating the movements as he talks. Jimin bursts out as he imagines his friend almost being caught in the act. Tae seems pretty amused himself as he copies the laughter escaping Jimin. “Did you at least remember all your stuff this time?” I ask, smirking teasingly as I remember the time he had forgotten his phone as he was escaping a girl’s room and had to knock on the front door to ask her parents if he could come in and study with her. We teased him for two whole weeks as he had been forced to sit in her room with her for hours after she had rejected him to pick up, where they had left off. “I did!” he says with a wide smile, showing off his desperation of never having to go through that again. Jimin’s laughter finally dies down a little as the story is done being told. I take out my phone and notice a message written across the screen.

[Today 11:37] Hailie: thinking about u <3

I read the words a few times over as I ponder on whether to reply or not. I decide to let it be for now as I am not sure what to say back. Honestly, I have not really been thinking about her since this morning and I do not think that it is the reply, she is hoping for. “Is Hailie ready for another go?” Tae asks as he leans in, trying to catch a glimpse on my phone. I pull away and slide the phone back in my pocket as I meet his teasing smile. “Jungkook is not interested in Hailie. He has his mind on someone else,” Jimin says shoving Taehyung playfully. “Ah, that’s right,” Tae says and chimes in on bothering me. I shake my head at them. “Is Y/N the one texting you filthy words?” Taehyung asks as he lets his imagination get the better of him. “You should really give that girl trouble for leaving you with blue balls, you know?” I say, trying to change the subject and bring the focus back on Tae again. Jimin laughs as he throws an arm over Tae’s shoulders in agreement with me. “You can try to change the subject all you want, Jungkookie, but we all know you have a soft spot for Y/N,” Taehyung states with a knowing smile as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. I look at them both as their eyes mock me teasingly, wanting me to confess. “You have been crushing on her ever since you met her, always showing up at her door and pretending to get the house wrong, when you clearly knew where Yoongi lived all along,” Tae smiles wide. “No one gets it wrong six times, Jungkook,” he adds, laughing a little at my attempts to get her attention. I sigh, burying my face into my hands before I drop them down to rest on the table. “Okay, so what if I do like Y/N? Yoongi is gonna kill me if get near her,” I state calmly, revealing a bit of my frustration and surprising myself by my unexpected defeat. I shift uncomfortably in my seat as I suddenly feel very exposed before them unlike the usual. “Yoongi-hyung will get over it eventually,” Jimin says, seeming as if it is the most natural response. “He just doesn’t want you to hurt her, but you are not going to, right?” he asks as he studies my reaction, searching for an answer in my features – an answer even I do not know. Of course, I do not want to hurt her, but I have never dated someone before and I know Y/N is the type of girl to want that from me – something more than the casual hookups, I am used to. I would not say that I am scared of commitment, but just that the whole relationship-thing has never interested me. “Seokjin-hyung just texted me,” Taehyung says, stealing my focus away from the thoughts circling my mind. “He is throwing a party on Friday and he wants us to come,” Tae adds, looking at Jimin and me. “I definitely need to be there to see it,” Jimin says already grinning at the thought of Jin hosting a party, knowing he hates inviting people over to get drunk at his house. “Me too,” I say, copying Jimin’s expression.

{Y/N’s POV}

I walk inside the library, looking around to find an empty table. Many are already occupied by students, but I finally spot one. I walk over and place myself down on one of the chairs as I take out my laptop. I hear a sound from my pocket and I pull out my phone, reading the message on the screen.

[Today 13:48] Jungkook: Almost there :)

I smile at that and place down my phone as I turn to my bag and fish out the paper with the assignment on it. I look towards the door a few times as I wait for him, wanting him to step through the doors. I shake my head a little, knowing he probably would not have texted me if he was only 30 seconds away and I focus on getting my stuff ready instead. A few minutes later I sense a presence approaching me and I look up to find Jungkook already looking at me as he is walking over. “Hey,” he says with a smile and pulls out the chair across from mine to sit down on, bringing a comfortable and relaxed mood to the table. He throws down his bag beside him and leans back in his seat. “Hi,” I say back, straightening my posture. I meet his eyes and find him already watching me so intimately, exposing me to him with just his gaze. “Did you bring your stuff?” I ask, clearing my throat as I try to escape my own nervousness. There is something slightly odd about him today and already I am not sure how to feel about it. “Yeah,” he says and brings up his bag, placing his books out and grabbing his laptop. He opens it up and leans further back, spreading his legs out under the table, so they reach mine. I flinch a little in surprise and he chuckles at my reaction without commenting on it with his words. He looks out from behind his screen and I can sense him stealing glances at me. I am confused by his actions as I do not understand why he is studying me so intently. “Do I have something on my face?” I ask as I look directly at him, a nervous smile settling on my features. He laughs at that and I find myself wanting to hear that sound more often. “No, don’t worry,” he says grinningly, leaving me without an answer as to why he is staring at me. “Okay, good,” I say and try to shake it off me. I am just not used to being alone with him, I think, convincing myself that it is the reason why his behavior seems different. I start rambling about my thoughts on the assignment and give several suggestions as to how we should write it. He listens to me without interrupting as he studies my features and nods in agreement. I try my best to keep my flustered state at bay as I talk. “I’m impressed, you definitely know your stuff,” he states with a teasing look in his eyes, making me wonder whether he is being sincere or mocking me a little. I smile, unsure of how to respond to that. “You know, I really appreciate you helping me with this. I don’t think I could get through this assignment without you,” he says, fixing his gaze straight at me in search for my attention. His statement ensures me that his words are laced with sincerity and not mockery at all. “Thanks, but you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You would probably do just fine on your own,” I say back casually, wanting to return the compliment somehow. He smiles at that, eyes falling to his hands resting on the surface of the table. “Yeah, maybe,” he says unsure. The tone of his voice suggests that his belief in my claim is non-existent, making me feel bad for him. He always seems so confident in his own abilities, but it is as if his insecure self is spilling out before me, unspoken word for word. “Actually, I have been thinking about it and I’m glad I don’t have to do this on my own,” I add as I sigh at the task. An attempt to make him feel better, I guess. “So, you’ve been thinking about me?” he asks, making my eyes dart up to meet his as a satisfied grin spreads on his lips. A blush creeps out on my cheeks as I am lost for words and he seems amused by my flustered reaction. “Are you coming to Seokjin’s party on Friday?” he then asks out of the blue as if he changes the subject to save me from feeling embarrassed by my speechlessness. I look up at him slightly startled as I did not expect his interest in knowing of my attendance. “I don’t know, maybe,” I say hesitantly. He nods with a slight pout as he watches his hand fiddling with the edge of one of his books. It is quiet for a few seconds. “I’ll be there, if that changes anything,” he says softly, eyes looking up to meet mine yet again. I study his features for a moment, wondering if it means what I think it means. Is he saying that he wants me to come? I long for answers, but before I can ask, a figure is leaning in on our table. “Hey, baby,” the girl says to Jungkook with a flirty smile on her lips. Jungkook’s eyes dart up to meet hers, seemingly surprised by her presence. “Hailie,” he says, and I sense his slightly shaky voice. Her blonde hair falls in soft waves and her blue eyes lingers on him. “Did you get my text earlier?” she asks, holding the strap of her purse. Jungkook looks over at me for a second as if to read my reaction, but he cannot make out what I am thinking. “I did, but I’ve been a little busy today,” he says, looking back at her and sending her a confident smile. My heart sinks a little at that. “It’s okay,” she smiles back, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaning into him. He looks over at me again and I try to hide my quiet heartbreak at the realization of him obviously seeing this girl. I am not sure I manage to do so entirely. “Oh well, I gotta go. Text me later?” she asks, and he looks up at her. “Yeah, sure,” he says with another smile and she steps away after giving his shoulder a light squeeze. Silence falls as we are left alone yet again. I can feel him watching me in anticipation as if waiting for my response. He taps his finger on the table a few times as if some inner debate is occurring in his mind. He licks his lips. “Y/N, I…” he says softly as he leans in closer. “I really think we should just get this assignment done,” I say casually and start flipping through a book as I discard whatever just happened. I would rather not get into it right now, since I do not even know how I feel about it. I thought I had made it clear to myself that he was just going to be a friend. I guess, now I have my prove of that. I would lie if I said it did not bother me, though. Why the hell does it bother me so much? Jungkook sighs as his shoulders drop. His brows furrow and I sense him wanting to say something, but honestly, I do not think I want to hear it anyways. “Okay, let’s work then” he says a little puzzled and sinks back down in his seat to focus on the task at hand.

{Y/N’s POV}

“I can’t believe I have to beg you to go,” Yoongi says tiredly, sitting next to me on my bed and looking over at me as I am scrolling through the feed on my phone. He has been trying to convince me to go with him to Seokjin’s party tonight, since he got here for about half an hour ago. “Just go yourself,” I say, acting as if my being there would have no effect on him. “You know I want someone there to hang out with, who is not gonna be drunk out of their mind,” he says with raised brows. I sigh as I sit up. I lock my phone and cross my arms as I lean my back against the wall. “Aren’t you afraid that one of your drunk-out-of-their-mind friends will make a move on me if I go?” I say, trying to hit a nerve in order to make him stop his begging. He scoffs. “If they do, I would expect you to fight them off yourself. If not, even my sober self would punch them in the face,” he says, making me laugh. “Besides, I need you to drive me home after the party,” he says as he gets up from the bed and walks over to my closet, opening it up. “What are you doing?” I ask already aware of his intention. “I am finding something you can wear that won’t be too revealing,” he says as he starts looking through my stuff. My mouth drops. “Are you saying that I dress slutty?” I scoff as if my pride has been hurt. He chuckles. I walk over to him as he pulls out an item and shows it to me. “This one,” he says and throws it at me. “That’s my Halloween costume from four years ago,” I furrow my brows at him as I hold up the brown cloak from when I was Grim Reaper. I cast it aside as I cross my arms. Yoongi laughs as he sees my discontent expression. “Just go with me please,” he says, placing a hand on my arm and squeezing it gently as he looks at me. I try to hold my position but fail when he starts pouting at me. I shove his shoulder, causing him to laugh again as he knows that I have given in. “I will wear what I want, though,” I state firmly. “Yeah, whatever,” he says, knowing not to butt in any further, when it comes to my outfit. He falls back onto my bed as I look through my closet. I pull out a few items, contemplating on whether or not they would be comfortable enough, but still qualify as a party-outfit. I pick up a black t-shirt with a pizza pun printed on it and my mind finds its way back to last week, when I saw Jungkook at Yoongi’s door with a stack of pizza boxes in hand. A shiver runs down my back as I think of the girl from the library with her hand on him and the way he was smiling at her. The memory does not sit well with me for some reason. Deep down I know why, but I cannot get myself to admit it. Why should I admit it, when he clearly is only interested in a friendship with me, if even that? “Have you talked to Jungkook lately?” I ask, immediately regretting it as I feel it almost unconsciously rolling off my tongue. Even though, I did not want to bring him up, it is as if my curiosity has gotten the better of me. Yoongi sighs as he lays down flat on his back with his hands under his head, looking up at the ceiling. He takes a few seconds too long to answer for my liking. “I haven’t, but we’re not at bad terms or anything. It’s different with us, since we let things go more easily than you girls do. We don’t hold grudges the same way,” he says, making the feminist in me twitch. I make an annoyed face to myself without him catching on. “That doesn’t mean I’m rooting for you guys, though,” he then adds as if he wants to voice his opinion once more – as if I did not already know. “What do you think about this one?” I ask, holding up a black dress that fits my body type well. Not too revealing nor straight out of Amish neither. “Why do you even ask me, when you know I will always be in favor of the cloak?” he asks as he gestures to the Grim Reaper costume. I roll my eyes at him as I begin to undress. He sighs and looks back up at the ceiling unbothered by my half naked body. “You really know how to instore confidence in a girl, Yoongi,” I smile as I slip on the dress. He smiles lazily at my comment. “You’re pretty, Y/N. Too pretty to be fishing for compliments from someone, who thinks of you as his sister,” he says relaxed, getting up from the bed to help me zip up my dress. I feel his hand gripping the bottom of the zipper and pulling it up to conceal my back. “Thanks,” I say as I smile at him through the mirror on my closet door. “Yeah,” he says back, nodding lightly a few times in return.

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