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★ 2007 Chicon (J2)

Official name: Creation Entertainment's SALUTE TO SUPERNATURAL, SMALLVILLE AND BUFFY/ANGEL Location: Hyatt Regency Woodfield, Chicago, Illinois Time: Sunday November 11, 2007, ?10:40? am (GMT-6) Panelists: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles Last episode: 3x06 "Red Sky at Morning" Nov 8, 2007 Next episode: 3x07 "Fresh Blood" - Nov 15, 2007

Question Index: 1A- Fav role 1B- Ten Inch Hero Distribution; Mohawk 1C- Fav episode so far 1D- Texan Accent request 2A- Blue Steel request 2B- Sam's s3 motivation 3A- Jared's car 3B- Greatest Fear 4- Pranks (Frederic Lehne, Jim Beaver) 5A- Influence for Sam and Dean's dynamic 5B- Fanfiction Int- Fraud Kevin Lawdermilk 6A- Jensen on "EL Paso" by Marty Robbins 6B- BUABS 2x14; Sam vs Meg's Latin accent 6C- Spanish Speaking (Jared) 7A- Fan gift; crochet wear 7B- Fan Request; JDM's number 7C- Sam vs Jack Bauer; Dean vs Jack Bauer

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◘Jared_cc3 by _sin_attract (17:17)◘ ◘Jensen and Jared at Creation Con 13 by sarahmonious (0:10)◘ ◘ Jensen in Jared shirt by jensenluvx3 (0:12)◘

Jared: I don’t know what it is. Something about the whooole.. half- (circle gestures at Jensen)

Jensen: (sits down and scoots back in his seat) Ah.

Jared: I answered (?two? or ?a few?) questions better than you would have. (brushes back bangs and looks around) (audience laughs)

J2 Panel starts.

•Intro- (17:25-SA, 0:16 S, 0:20 J)

Jensen puffs out his chest and looks at his Sam shirt. Jared looks over and notices their height difference is smaller.

◘Chicago November 2007 - Main J2 Panel - Enhanced Edition Con Video - V2.0 by DetailTilted◘

Jared: Did they give me a short chair? (audience laughs) Did you ask them to give me a short chair? (audience laughs) How come- (slumps in the chair holding up his mic then sits up kicking up his feet)

◘Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki at Chicago Con… by DegaDreamer◘

Jensen: (smiles then looks at the audience making a circular gesture) It’s all coming together.

Jared: (laughs then turns to Jensen) Hey, do you remember when we did, uh-

Jensen: (looks down at his shirt) This is fantastic.

Jared: “Bedtime Stories” we were walking up the, uh, up the street?

Jensen: (to Jared) I’m not taking this off.

Jared: I'm not letting you.

Jensen: I’m going to fly on the plane with you, today. (Jared throws back his head, laughs, and then claps. The audience laughs.) And, I’m going to wear this.

Jared: You know you’re opening a.. bad can of worms, Jensen. Don’t go there. Don’t make me ta- Don’t make me show them what’s tattoo on my chest. (audience laughs and screams. Jensen laughs) I wished I had something tattooed on my chest. (chuckles) It sounded good.

◘Chicago Con 2007 - J&J's panel (part 1) by Carol Padalecki◘

Jensen: He does. It’s Ricky Martin.

Jared: It sounded- (facepalms briefly then nods to Jensen) It is.

Audience member: Did you see the red (?bouncy house?)

Jared: La vida Loca. It- Should we? (?Do it? or ?The which?)

Audience member: Jared in his underwear.

Audience member: Your answer to the drunk question even.

Jared: That’s right. They e- exactly! That's what- that's what my favorite drunk moment of Jensen was, was him tattooing.. Ricky.. Martin.. (audience laughs) on his bon-bon. (audience laughs)

Jensen: It was a low moment. (nods)

Jared: (laughs) (to Jensen) Do you remember when we were walking up the street in “Bedtime Stories?” (Jensen: No.) We were doing the scene- (laughs) (audience laughs) Did you- Did you finish my line, or did I forget my lines, or we just rushing? Remember there was a toad sitting there and we had to-

Jensen: Yes. (audience laughs) And what happened?

Jared: (laughs) I don't know, that’s why I was asking you.

Jensen: I don’t remember what we did two days ago. (audience laughs)

Jared: (laughs) fair enough. (Jensen: Um-) (to fan) Well, there’s your answer. That wasn’t better! (audience laughs and then cheers) (raises arms in victory) (Jensen says something to Jared off mic) (shrugs) She goes, “I think Jensen would answer the question better.” (Jensen laughs then nods) Don’t laugh at that!

◘Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles at Chicago Con by BeckyVids◘

Jensen: (shrugs) It’s hilarious (audience laughs) (Jared: Golly) Um, I don’t- I’m trying to r- When we walked up the path and see the frog?

Jared: We walk- we're walking up a street and we- we, uh- It was Mike Rohl- It was “Bedtime Stories” (Jensen: Yeah, yeah, yeah.) We're in New West, we’re walking up the hill. (Jensen: Right.) And then we had to finish that shot. And it’s like, “Uhh, well it could be a- I think maybe-

Jensen: Oh when you say, (Jared: “I got nothing.”) “I got nothing.”

Jared: You go, “Yeah. Me neither.” (Jensen: Right) Did you finish my line or were those the actual lines and we were just-?

Jensen: Those were the actual lines.

Jared: (to audience) We were acting. (audience laughs)

Jensen: That you- that you butchered. (turns to audience) We were schmacting as we like to say.

Jared: We were schmacting. (nods) Yeah. That was some schmacting. (throws hand up and turns to his left) Okay. That was that. (turns to his right) Where do we go too?

Audience member: This side.

Jared: (turns to his left) Alright. (turns back) Thank you for your honesty. (giggles)

•(2:15 DT, 1:43 CP, 0:44 B)- Chicon07J2;Q1A- Fav role

Fan: What timing, I get up to the mic and then they’re both on stage. (audience laughs and then cheers) What timing is that? Come on.

Jensen: I can leave. (audience laughs and no’s)

Jared: Woo-hoo! (puts down mic) I (?didn’t do?) that. (audience laughs) (?Where did that come from?)? (giggles)

Fan: 'Cause actually I have a question for both of you. (Jared: Okay.) First one you can both answer. Um, of all the roles you guys have done what was your favorite and why?

Jared: Ooo. I mean the obvious is. Sam.-

Jensen: I can answer for him. Sam (readjusts his seat) because he gets to work with Jensen Ackles. (audience laughs and cheers)

Jared: (shrugs) We have this connection (gestures to both of their heads) after two and half years now. He just gets my thoughts and takes ‘em (nods)

Jensen: (shakes head) Don’t even need to look at him. (audience laughs)

Jared: That was that. That was that. I have to say- I mean, the- the amount of things.. Maybe because we done now 55 episodes- Just the amount of- I’ve never worked so hard on anything on my life. And just the amount of things that we’ve been able to do from comedy to drama to.. horror to sci-fi to.. goofing around and.. to sleeping on camera. You know? Like, (audience giggles) I’ve done a few sleeping scenes. That’s interesting. I like that. More of that.

Fan: And the story about pranks too.

Jared: Yeah, the pranks we get to play on each other. So, I would have to go with the obvious and say a big ole Supernatural. (turns to Jensen)…. (turns to the audience) And his is Supernatural because he gets to work with Jared Padalecki. (audience laughs)

Jensen: Obviously. (audience woo’s) Yeah, I-I-I think he said it well. I mean, this, you know, there’s been other- other roles that I’ve wished I had the opportunity to.. dive into as much as I’ve got to-to dive into this one. Uhh, umm, character on Dark Angel I really enjoyed. (audience cheers)

Jared: (rushes out) My character from Gilmore Girls I also really enjoyed. (audience laughs) (looks at Jensen and then giggles)

Jensen: I thought (Jared throws his head back laughing) he was going to say New York Minute. (audience screams and laughs) (Jared kicks his feet laughing and hides behind his hand) (makes a chef kiss gesture) I love that one.

Jared: (scratches his nose with the mic) I’ve got nothing.

Jensen: The sensitivity.

Jared: I’ve got nothing. I’ve got nothing. I accept defeat. (Jensen laughs)

Jensen: (to fan) Ah, yeah. I-I gotta say Supernatural. It’s just simple because the-the amount of time we got- gotten to spend with these roles.. Yep.

•(DT 4:14, 3:45 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q1B- Ten Inch Hero; Mohawk

Fan: Um, Jensen I just wanted to tell you I haven’t gotten to see “Ten Inch Hero” yet. (Jensen: Yep) So, when you find a way to distribute it, make sure it’s all around the internet so we can all know.

Jared: I’ll make sure of that. (audience cheers) (nods to Jensen) I will.

Jensen: Just go to his blog space or whatever.

Fan: But, um, I saw the photos online and had a cow because they just look so different from what you look like and everything else.

Jensen: Yeah that was fun. That was- that was-

Fan: I had no idea that's what it was going to be like when I clicked on the photo and… “Wow” (giggles) (Jensen looks down pressing his lips together and smacks his leg) (audience laughs) Enjoyed it.

Jensen: Good times. They actually- they-they.. They know- They wanted a mohawk and, uh, they actually tested the extensions in my hair. They were going to make it like a-a, you know, a foot tall mohawk.

◘jensen by jjc7384◘

Jared: Did you have to take out your actual extensions?

Jensen: Yes. (audience laughs) Yes. Um, and I was just like, (Jared snorts to himself) my hair grew.. (throws up hand) just grew, uh, fast enough to- by the time production was ready it was- it was long enough to do that. (Jared nods and face shrugs) So, I was so glad I didn’t have to- to wear those things. But, uh, yeah that was- that was always the look of the character. So they just-

Jared: Yeah it sucks to have really long hair, huh? (Jensen: yeah) All the time. (audience laughs) Like when you can’t see past your eyeballs? (moves his bangs infront of his face)

Jensen: I don’t envy you.

Jared: Yeah, sure. (to fan) Alright, sorry. (audience chuckles)

•(5:27 DT, 4:56 CP, 0:27 jj)- Chicon07J2;Q1C- fav episode

Fan: I just have one other question and then a request. The other question is, what’s your favorite episode so far?

Jared: …hmm. (looks away in thought)

The boys turn to look at each other for a moment. The audience laughs. Jensen looks down.

Jared: (looks back to the audience) crickets. (audience laughs and Jensen smiles) (to fan) Not- not, “Bugs.”

◘jaredjensen_cc1 by _sin_attract◘

Um, (audience aw’s and laughs) You know what, I actually, um, I don’t know if this is my favorite episode so far, but I really, really, really enjoyed episode 2 of this year, “The Kids Are Alright,” with the (gestures to his face) suck holes (jensen nods audience cheers and claps) and the whole (?suckie extentions?). And I watched it and I also, um, because there’s certain episodes that are Sam heavy and certain episodes that are Dean heavy. And, since that one was Dean heavy, I got to watch it almost as a complete audience member. Like, I didn’t remem- I wasn’t there for a lot of the shooting. I didn’t see a lot of it. I didn’t really know the.. story as well as I.. maybe should have. (laughs) (audience laughs) And so, I got to watch it as an audience member. And I- I was- (shrugs) I was scared, I was laughing, I was really happy with, uh, his performance. For the first time in 50 episodes really. (audience laughs) That’s a whole other situation.

But I-I really, really- (Jensen gives a short nod) And I told Phil, who's directing the episode right now and who directed that episode, (Jensen smirks and then drinks his water) that I really enjoyed that episode. I’ve liked all of his, you know. He did “Nightshifter,” and he did “Hollywood Babylon,” and.. “Provenance.” (nods) He’s done some good ones. So, that’s my most recent (?favorite? or ?pick?). (turns to Jensen)

Jensen: Umm, ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, (clicks tongue) I don’t know, I kind of like, the, uh, I know it’s a two parter, but, uh, in the last season, uh-um, (Jared: (?Two and one? or ?twenty-one?)?) “All Hell Breaks Loose, part 1 and part 2” (Jared: [nods] Oh yeah.) (Audience yeah’s) Just the, uh, (shakes head) I just like the, you know, the- (points at a fan in the audience) He’s going nuts- She is going nuts with this (?camcorder? or ?thing?) (audience laughs. Jared smiles) It's-

Jared: Is it still working?

Jensen: It’s just (mimics winding) winding (Jared: It's a flip box.) and winding and winding (Jared: It's a flip box.) (audience laughs) and winding.

Jared: It’s going to be the best flip book of all time.

Jensen: Ever. (audience laughs)

Jared: (to fan) Make sure you stay this way (gestures to face) you don’t want to get- (gestures to Jensen) (audience laughs) (smiles) That’s good.

Jensen: (sits up and gestures back and forth to his shirt and Jared) Well, this way you get two of him (audience laughs)

Audience memberA: Three!

Audience memberB: Three!

Jared: (?That's right it does.?) (helps Jensen straighten out the picture on his shirt) Three more. (?That tells you something?)

Jensen: (looks at his shirt) Come on, this is fantastic. (points at one of the Jareds on his shirt) You guys ready to see this one? Here we go. (mimics Jared’s brooding concerned face)

Jared throws his head and kicks back to laugh. The audience screams and laughs. Then Jared makes a squinty blue steel face.

Jensen: (holds up a finger) I might be able to do this one. (points at the other Jared on his shirt) Let me.

Jensen takes a minute and then looks up. The audience laughs. Jared laughs and looks up at the banners (I guess for a Jensen face to mimic) and then lays back down laughing to himself. Jensen is already making another face.

Jared: He's good. He's good. (Jensen looks towards Jared laughing. Jared laughs back) I need a Jensen shirt. Anybody got one I can borrow? I’ll get me one.

Jensen: There’s one back stage. I autographed it for you. (smoothly drinks his water) (Audience laughs. Jared smirks and then pumps his fist. Audience woo’s.)

Jared: Ebay! (to Jensen) straight to Ebay. (laughs to himself) I could let Harley wear it. (Jensen: Um,) or Sadie.

Jensen: (to fan) I think we answered your question.

Jared: (turns immediately back to the fan) I thinks so, right?

Jensen: (shakes his head and laughs looking down) I’m just kidding. (audience laughs)

Fan: I’m sorry. Um-

Jensen: No, no, no. You had a request.

•(8:11 DT, 7:40 CP, 2:30 SA)- Chicon07J2;Q1D- Texan Accent

Fan: Yes, Samantha Herr, uh, Ferris during her Q&A said that at the end of the week when you guys are really tired your accent slips. (audience yells things) (?near anything?) you can just hear it.

◘Jared and Jensen Interview by DegaDreamer◘

Jensen: (to audience) It did during what?

Jared: (to audience) Did it? (audience yells out words with a drawl)

Jensen: Yeah, well, you know, (slow draw) the characters are from Kansas.

◘Jensen & Jared, TX accen, more, Chicago Con Nov 07 by Clarity159◘

Jared: (to Jensen) Yeah (nods) (to audience) (slow draw) It can hop out, They’re from Kansas.

◘Jared & Jensen in Chicago: The Texan Accent, Y’all by BabyBlueSteel◘

Jensen: It’s allowed.

Jared: (to fan) You know what it is? It-it- yeah, it-it’ll pop out when we go to visit family (Jensen: Yep) (slow draw) or when it’s tired ‘cause then you're just too tired to say anything. (audience cheers and laughs) It’s just lazy. It’s just lazy, lazy talk. And usually (slums down and sprawls in chair) our body language is like this (slow draw) “Are you sure you want me to go and do.. something? I got film, man.” (audience laughs) (chuckles)

Jensen: (slow draw) (slumps in his chair and rubs his eyes with the back on his hand) “Hey man, they got- they're- they're flippin’ the lens on this scene. ’m gonna go back to my trailer.” (audience laughs)

Jared: (clears throat) (slow draw) “How long'll it take, you reckon?”

Jensen: “Shoot, I don’t know.” (audience laughs)

Jared: “What? Five, Ten?”

Jensen: “Somethin’”

Jared: Will it be done... “Maybe it’ll be done in a (losing accent) New York Minnute?” (Grimaces then hides behind his mic) (Jensen shakes his head. Audience laughs)

Jensen: (to fan) Thank you.

Fan: Thank you, so much, guys. Thank you, guys. Have a wonderful weekend. (Jensen turns to his left)

Jared: (to fan) Thank you too. Thank you so much. (claps leg) (audience claps and cheers) (does a back and forth for a little bit then settles on look to his left)

Jensen: (to fan) Hi.

◘Chicago Con 2007- J&J’s panel (part 2) by Carol Padalecki◘

•(9:34 DT, 3:54 SA, 1:05 C, 0:02 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q2A- Blue Steel Request

Fan: Hi. Um, I don’t actually want it to sound like a shtick, but my name is Sarah and it’s actually my birthday today. So, thank you guys (Jared: Is it?) so much. This has been (Audience member: Sing!) tremendous to see you guys.

Audience member: Let’s sing Happy Birthday!

Jared: Happy birthday.

Audience member: Let’s sing it!

Jared: And it’s not my birthday today. But I’m Sam- Jared! (grimaces) (audience screams and laughs) Now I’m Sam. (leans forward with a squinty face) (audience laughs) (looks down laughing to himself)

Jensen: (shakes head) I mean- I don’t even need to go there. (audience laughs) (starts twisting his empty water bottle)

Fan: I actually, um, kind of got up when it was Jared, so no offense Jensen. I have a request and a question-

Jensen twists the bottle and then squeezes the top half. The bottle’s lid pops off high in the air. Everybody watches it go up and then down. The audience squeals and laughs.

Jared: There are probably 4,000 poor bottles in Vancouver that.. have that done to them. (audience laughs) (nods) On behalf of the two biggest Texans in Vancouver right now.

Jensen: I’m-I’m sorry.

Fan: No, that’s okay. Um, I did kind of have a request. Um, I-I kind of wanted to see “Blue Steel.”

The audience squeals. Jensen turns to look at Jared. Jared slowly turns away and then uses the chair arms as support to whip his head back towards the fan making a puckered “Blue Steel” face. Jensen covers his face with his hand. Jared turns his “Blue Steel” towards the audience, shaking his head to get his bangs out of his face. The audience screams. Jensen then does little peeks to see if it’s okay to look at Jared again.

◘Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki at Chicago Con… by DegaDreamer◘ ◘Jared & Jensen in Chicago: Blue Steel & Baby Blue Steel by BabyBlueSteel◘

Jared: (stops) Wait, did you want to see that or did you want me to impersonate-

Jensen: I had to avert my eyes. (Jared and audience laugh)

Jared: You can go blind. (nods) You can go blind. So. Once you do it once it’s gone.

Jensen: I can’t- (shakes head) I can't- I almost fell off my chair-

Jared: You- (Texan draw) Go on get some (stares at Jensen) (Jensen turns to look at Jared) That wasn’t a singular request. (to audience nodding) Right? We got to see Jensen’s. (audience claps and cheers) (?We're calling him? or ?We'll call him?) “Baby Blue Steel.” (J2 and audience laugh)

Jensen: I didn’t even get a good look at yours. Could you- you just one more time? Just a little- a little taste?

Jared: Oh, it’s done. It’s done. I already did it. (audience yelling at them to do it together)

Jensen: (shrugs to fan and shakes his head) That’s enough. I- I mean, really? (Jared laughs) You can’t follow that.

Jared: (to fan) You can’t- (nods) To his credit, you can’t follow that.

Jensen: (to fan) No. (audience laughs and some yell at them to do it at the same time) I can’t do it. I can’t. (notices the cameras) Look at all the cameras (?rising up?).

◘Jared and Jensen q&a’s by augustfading◘

Jared: I know! (audience laughs)

Jensen: (mimics audience) “Do it at the same time!” (sits up and mimics raising up a camera) “I dare you!” (audience and Jared laughs) (sits back) I ain’t fallin’ for that one.

Jared: (to Jensen) We’re going to have four thousand angles of Blue Steel (laughs)

Jensen: Yes (audience laughs) It’s like a CGI, just like the full rotation.

Jared: Just like the Matrix.

•(11:42 DT, 6:02 SA, 3:13 C, 2:10 CP, 1:11 DD, 0:21 A)- Chicon07J2;Q2B- BUABS; Sam’s s3 motivation

Fan: I did have a question besides the “Blue Steel” request.

Jensen: Okay, yes. Wha-what was your question?

Fan: Um, just cause you hear it a lot from actors and we heard it yesterday from Fred Lehne about how awesome it is to-to play the bad ass, and really Jared, um, you know, Born Under A Bad Sign-

Jared: Well, I’m not playing sweetie.

The audience laughs then cheers. Jensen turns to give him an assessing look. Jared makes a blue steel face to the audience with puckered lips and squinty eyes. Finally Jared turns to Jensen and notices his look. Jared laughs. Jensen shakes his head, pumps his eyebrows, and then turns to the fan and laughs.

Jared: Haa, I’m here all week. Try the veal. (laughs)

Fan: And then this season too you said you’re trying to bring out the Dean in Sam. (Jared: Right) Is it also to- trying to get that question in of whether or not he came back right?

Jared: Kind of. And I- a- (raises hand) And the god-honest truth is I don’t know. Eric keeps it very, very close to the belt. (Jensen nods) And I think it’s- I’ve said it before. I think it’s by design. I think he- I think he wants Jared and Jensen to be going through the same things that Sam and Dean are going through. Like we- (gestures to Jensen) Sam and Dean don’t know what’s going on after this episode. They don’t know where they’re going next. (Jensen nods) Jared and Jensen don’t know. (slow draw) We think there’s a strike or something, but (audience laughs. Jensen nods and smiles) I don’t know. (Jensen briefly looks up)

But, um, it was an effort and also there have been some, uh- Sam has actually said a few times this season that he kind of needs to become more like Dean. (Jensen nods) That he’s got to become more like Dean. So, I-I’m sort of trying to make a choice, um, and we’ll see.. what becomes of it to.. sort of.. bring out the.. hard ass a bit more. (nods) You know?

And we see him- we see him in, uh- We see him in “Sin City” sort of shoot first ask questions later. Which you’ve never really seen before out of Sam. Um, so, it’s sort of fun. It’s fun to start playing that.

Fan: And it’s very good. (?You’re doing well playing that.?)

Jared: Thank you. Thank you so much.

Fan: Thank you very much.

Jared: Of course. (audience claps) (turns to his right)

•(13:23 DT, 7:43 SA, 4:53 C, 3:50 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q3A- Jared's car

Jared: Hi!

Fan: Um, Jensen I have to say that, uh, “A Few Good Men,” this summer (Jared nods and then claps) was absolutely amazing. (Jensen: Thank you.) (audience clap) I loved every bit of it. (Jared: Yeah, absolutely.) (Jensen: Thank you.) (audience clap) Jared, uh- Well, my friend has a question, which you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.

Jared: (laughs) okay! (audience laughs) I’m nervous already. (audience laughs)

Fan: She wants to know what kind of car you drive?

Jared: Oh, I have a- I have a SUV ‘cause I’ve got my two big dogs. So, I’ve a- I have a black SUV that.. carries safely me and my two dogs and.. a friend or girlfriend to Vancouver and back. (audience chuckles) If, uh, (nods) if need be. (nods)

•(13:53 DT, 8:13 SA, 5:24 C, 4:21 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q3B- Greatest Fear

Fan: And, question from me. Uh, since this show is about- obviously about scaring, uh, what is your greatest fear, to both of you?

Jared: What is my scariest experience?

Fan: Your greatest fear.

Jared: Oh, my greatest fear. Um, one question ago was what that question was going to be. (Jensen face shrugs. Audience laughs. Jensen nods) Probably.. probably waking up and seeing that poster (points to creation’s vinyl wall scroll of Jensen) of Jensen. (audience laughs) (laughs) Would be- would be a bit too much to bear.

Jensen: (to Jared) I could arrange that. (audience and Jared laugh)

Jared: Yeah, you would.

Jensen: (pumps his eyebrows) I already have. (audience laughs. Jared chuckles)

Jared: Um-

Jensen: (to Jared) What is your greatest fear, Jared?

Jared: Uh- uh, that’s a very good question. Um, I-I’d have to say, uh..

Audience member: Being without Jensen.

Jared: Being without... Well-

The audience laughs and then aw’s. Jared nods his head and slumps down in his chair in mock sadness. Jared creeps over to hug Jensen. The audience laughs and aw’s. Jared snaps back to his side before making contact. J2 smile.

Jared: I’d have to say, uh, the obvious you know. Uh, like, losing a loved one or- or, you know, you-you- One of the things that being in Vancouver does- And he and I are both from Texas, and our family is in Texas. And you just, you know, every time you have three missed phone calls from a brother or sister you’re worried it’s about, you know, someone.. that you didn’t get a chance t-to see again. But, (slaps leg and then nods) (audience aw’s) And Jensen’s is being without me. (audience laughs)

Jensen: (nods) Greatest fear. (nods)

Fan: Well, thank you guys.

Jared & Jensen: Thank you. (Jared turns to his left. Jensen follows)

•(15:32 DT, 9:51 SA, 6:00 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q4- Pranks (Frederic Lehne, Jim Beaver)

Fan: Hi, um-

Jensen: Hi.

Fan: I was wondering, yesterday Frederic Lehne said that you two have never pranked him that he can recall. Why is that?

Jared: Oh, that's right.

Jensen: Have never what?

Fan: Pranked him.

◘Jared & Jensen in Chicago: Why they didn’t prank Frederic by BabyBlueSteel◘

Jared: ‘Cause he-

Jensen: ‘Cause he’s the bad guy. (audience laughs)

Jared: Yeah. Fred’s kind of like very-

Jensen: Fred’s got like those yellow (points at eyes) contacts in all the time. And it’s just like (crouches down and doesn’t make eye contact) “Hey, Fred. How you doing?” (mimics shaking his hand) (audience laughs) Um-

Jared: You know what? He, uh- He knows Bob Singer real well, the producer. (Jensen laughs) And, um, Bob Singer is also one of the writers. I guess he can’t write anything. I guess (?now it’s done? or ?now's the time?). (audience laughs) Now that he can’t write.

Jensen: Well Fred’s a-

Jared: Sam wakes up in a puddle of mud.. in December, “Ah!” (audience laughs)

Jensen: Fred’s- Fred’s also, uh- I mean, he’s a- he’s a-a very seasoned polished.. professional (Jared: Right.) actor. (Jared: He’s right.) Um, unlike us.

Jared: So he knows many more pranks than we do. (laughs) (audience laughs)

Jensen: So, he comes onto set, and he's, you know, he’s there- he’s there to get a job done. Or he’s- he kind of brings a-a-an energy (?in him. And he's-? or ?. and I mean?) he's great to work with. I don't wanna, uh, you know. But he’s.. he’s definitely- there's a professionalism that follows him into the room. Uhm-

Jared: And you can see it in his performance that he’s- (?he’s brilliant? or ?he brings?), you know.

Jensen: Yeah, I mean, he’s great, um, where as you know, Jared and I tend to-

Jared: two chicken’s with their head cut off. (audience laughs)

Jensen: (nods) Pretty much. (nods to fan) Pretty much. Um, we have started to, uh, we have started messing with, uh, Jim.

Jared: Yeah. (audience aw’s and oo’s) Yeah. (to audience) We love Jim. (audience yeah’s and claps) We love Jim. (?A lot? or ?Yeah?). He rocks.

Jensen: The Beav.

Jared: The Beav. (Jensen: The Beav.) You gotta love The Beav.

Jensen: Um-

Jared: But, with Jim and with Fred both, I think… though I hate to admit it, it’s, like he said, they’re polished seasoned actors. And they’ve been around pranks a lot longer. I’ve only been professionally working for eight years now, they’ve each been doing it for thirty so years. So, (laughs)

Jensen: Well all I knew- I knew-

Jared: I don’t know what they know that I don’t know. (audience laughs)

Jensen: Jim, uh, we- we had this scene we filmed just recently we, uh- uh, Jim is, uh, I won’t give anything away, was laying in a hospital bed. Um, (Jared remembers and bursts out laughing. Audience laughs) And he dies. (audience laughs and no’s) Um- No. No. No. (waves hand) I’m kidding. I’m kidding. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He doesn’t.

Um, but, (Jared laughs) but in the scene he’s talking to us and, uh, (Jared throws his head back laughing. Audience laughs) on his coverage Jared is just grabbing his toes. (Jared kicks his feet laughing. Audience laughs) And staring at him and playing.. the- (looks to Jared) w-what is it? (to audience) "This Little Piggy Goes to the Market" with his toes.

And I’m standing right there, looking at him going, “Are you serious?” (audience laughs) “He’s trying to give a heart felt, like, performance right now.” (Jared throws his head back and laughs) The camera’s are like here (gestures to his right). And Jared’s like going (leaning left with a dorky smile, mimicking playing with Jim’s toes) (audience laughs)

Jared: He has toes of steel that man. He did not budge.

Jensen: And you know what? He didn’t break.

Jared: He didn’t budge.

Jensen: He didn’t break. His face was stone, and he delivered that performance and then as soon as they yelled cut he goes, “What’s wrong with you?” (Jared and the audience laugh) (nods smiling)

Jared: I couldn’t answer, I don’t know.

Jensen: (to Jared) You fell out of the room laughing.

Jared: Yeah, I was laughing too hard.

Jensen: “What’s wrong with you?” (slaps leg) Gotta love The Beav.

Jared: I was quite impressed. That means I have to up my game, right? (Jensen nods. audience laughs) Yeah. (nods)

Fan: Okay, well thank you for coming.

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Jared: Thank you.

Jensen: Thank you. (J2 turn to their left)

•(18:34 DT, 12:53 SA, 0:02 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q5A- Influence for Sam and Dean's dynamic

Fan: Hi. I'm (?Amelia?).

Jared: Hi.

Jensen: Hey.

Fan: Um, and obviously family is a big part of the show. And it’s, uh, important theme of the show and that’s, uh, part of what drew me 'cause the relationship between the brothers reminds me of my relationship with my brother a lot of the time.

Jared: Oh, cool.

Fan: So, did you two- did you- I know you have a real brother and sister in real life, so do you draw on that when you, like, especially in the beginning before you (?guys? or ?got to?) know each other as well, did you draw on that to make your relationship as brothers seem more real?

Jared: I mean, we must. (looks at Jensen) Not consciously I don’t think.

Jensen: Well, ush, I was saying earlier, um, I-I-I think in the beginning.. we probably did. But, uh, (Jared nods) now the fact that we, you know, have.. like (to Jared) y-you said it like we-we see more of each other than we do anybody else in the world over the past three years, because (Jared: [nods] Yeah.) of all the time we’ve spent on set.

Um, and then when we’re not on set we’re doing, you know, stuff like this. (gestures to audience) So, (Jared nods) uh, uh-

Jared: Or he is out my- outside my window, knocking.

Jensen: Or I’m knocking on his window. (audience laughs) And, um- So I think just the- just the- the.. kind of the established relationship that- that’s.. you know, happened here has, has given us kind of what we need to.. (waves hand) go into a scene or delve into an emotional scene.

Jared: Right.

•(19:41 DT, 1:09 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q5B- Fanfiction

Fan: And also there’s kind of a ton of fanfiction online. (audience groans) Do you guys ever read it (?)

Jensen: the operative word is “fiction” (audience and Jared laughs, then audience cheers and claps)

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Jared: I haven’t seen a lot of it. Uh, I haven’t- I haven’t- I actually can’t recall.. not for any particular reason, but um, I can’t recall seeing anything of that sort. Like, I don’t even know the actual next episode. So, (laughs) I don’t think I have- you know, if I start thinking about fanfiction I’m going to be like, getting prepared to play this scene and go, “Wait a second, I’m not actually doing that (?at all?).” (audience laughs) “Someone else wrote that, not Kripke.”

And, um- but I’ve never had a chance to see it all. I hope it’s good. (audience laugh and one cheers) (thumbs up)

Fan: You guys are great. Thanks for coming.

Jared: Thank you.

Jensen: Thank you. (turns to his left and Jared follows)

•(20:26 DT, 1:54 CP, 0:37 SA)- Chicon07J2;Intermission- Fraud Kevin Lawdermilk

“Kevin Wise aka Keavin Lawdermilk is the fake Special Forces Soldier Master Sergeant, who gave Jensen and Jared Honorary Special Forces coins and a letter of appreciation at the Salute to Supernatural Chicago 2007. […] In April 2008, the Supernatural Charity group Fandom Rocks, obtained permission to get two real Special Forces coins to Jared and Jensen. They were presented to them by Jim Beaver, who was himself a Marine.”

[source]

Creation Staff: Uh, guys we have a (Jared: [looks up] God?) special surprise for yah right now. We’re gonna bring out a Master Sargent Kevin Wise of the, uh, first special forces out of Baghdad. (Jensen starts miming to someone off stage about a small square that you can hold, possibly located in another room) Who has a very wonderful presentation from the US military. (audience claps and cheers)

J2 stand up and move their chairs out of the way. Lawdermilk steps up on stage wearing a fake military uniform with a green beret, holding a mic and a folded piece of paper. He greets J2 shaking their hands. Kevin says something off mic to Jensen and Jensen laughs and then pats his back.

Lawdermilk: (to the audience) Twenty-four hours ago, I was in Baghdad. Now I’m in the- the greatest county on Earth. (audience cheers, J2 claps, the audience starts giving a standing ovation) (nods)

Jensen: I feel like a total idiot standing here with a Sam Winchester t-shirt on. (thumbs to Lawdermilk) (audience laughs)

Lawdermilk: First- first, let me say, um, happy Veterans Day. (audience claps and woo’s) (nods yep) We are the military we are today because of all the former veterans, past and present. (Jensen nods. Audience claps. Jared claps his mic.)

Many have seen yah- I’ve been walking around and you’re probably wondering why I’m walking around- (looks down at his clothes) strange walking around in uniform. And we just got back. We left Baghdad Friday about nine o’ clock. And we’ve been flying. Uh, we got to go back next week. Uhm, So I wanted to come in and say hello to the guys and, ah- While I was over there Supernatural season 1 and 2 is the most popular DVD request for our soldiers in (?Afghanistan?) (audience screams and claps) (J2 nod and shake their heads in surprise)

And thanks to Warner Brothers and your- (gestures to J2) y’all’s production company they’re going to send 3,000 of season 1 and 2 over to (?) (audience cheers and claps).

Well, I’ve been walking around (?over here?)- Over there, there are some troops that haven’t been home and maybe they’ve seen a little season one, maybe a little season- I’ve seen a little season two. So, I’ve been TVOing season 3. (J2 and audience laugh) So, I’ll- I’ve been hearing (points to the audience) the- the stories. I’ve been trying to close my ears (audience and J2 laugh) because I don’t want to know what's going on.

And, uh- But, these two gentlemen here is what makes that show, their cast and their crew that works hard, is what makes that show such a success. (audience cheers and claps)

I’d also like to thank Adam Malin and Gary with, uh, Creation Entertainment. (J2 nod) And, y’all- mostly y’all of- (gestures) I’ve seen y’all taking the pictures and met Chris the photographer. (audience woo) I, uh, I met them about two years ago. I was home. I-I had been shot, and, um, from Iraq. And, I was still walking with a cane. And, they- I was at one of their conventions and they helped me out. And, I’m proud to say that they’ve been friends ever since. So, (nods) thank you (?). (audience and J2 clap)

(to J2) Gentlemen, I have a letter from my boss, um, General Patraeus. (audience mummers) His- his boss is the president, so. (audience laughs) They’re both- they’re both the same, so I’m just going to read you just the one. But, they’re both the same with your names on them and, um.

“To Mister Jared.. Padalecki? (Jared nods and says "That's Impressive," Jensen nods and smiles, audience laughs) and Mister Jensen Ackles, Everyday in Iraq and Afghanistan, our military service members are constantly in harms way. At any moment they can be severely injured or even killed. They are under- constantly under pressure- pressure and stress. For that short time when they can sit and relax and watch your television show, “Supernatural” gives each of them the opportunity to forget about the constant stress and pressure they deal with on a daily basis. Our favorite television shows remind us of family, friends, and home. I would like to thank the entire cast and crew that makes “Supernatural” one of the most popular shows with our military service members. On behalf of every military service member who’s deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan and worldwide, I would like to express my gratitude for your continued support of all of our military service members. Best of luck to your future endeavors, David H Petraeus, General United States Command”

The audience claps and cheers. Lawdermilk shakes J2’s hands and hands them each their letter that’s held in a hole punched clear plastic sleeve and says something to Jensen off mic. Jensen nods his head. Lawdermilk makes another comment off mic and then backs away while pointing at J2. Jared tries to say something in the mic but it’s drowned out. Lawdermilk holds up two black boxes in his hands in response. The audience cheers and some of them give a standing ovation.

Lawdermilk: In- I’ve been a soldier for 27 years. I’ve been a Special Forces for 17. Back in 1960, we started a little tradition. It’s called a Special Forces Coins that only goes out- there’s only two ways to obtain one of our coins. You become a Green Beret or a Green Beret gives you one.

We very seldom give out coins. They- It has- (Jensen shakes his head and audience aw’s) (laughs) It has to be highly- highly deserved, and very seldom to civilians. So, (nods) I wanted to present mis- uh- I’ll just call him Jared if you don’t, (?Jeremy?) (laughs) (audience laughs, Jared bends over laughing, and Jensen smiles)

Jared: Call me whatever you like.

Lawdermilk: And Jensen with, uh.. with our, um.. Each coin is unique. Each coin we have five active special forces groups. Each coin is unique to each group that it- how’s it identifies us. So, we carry ‘em all- all the time with us. We never- We’re never without ‘em.

So, on behalf of the first Special Forces group (Jensen puts his mic and letter in his seat. Jared follows suit.), my team, which is ODA-045. It’s alpha team. Um, i-I’m from Texas, from Odessa. (audience cheers and claps)

◘Jared & Jensen in Chicago: Honored by a Special Forces Unit by BabyBlueSteel ◘

Jared: (off mic) (nods) alright. (Jensen nods)

Lawdermilk: The team is called- the team is called “Team Texas.”

Jensen tilts his head and then looks at Jared. Jared fist pumps. The audience laughs then cheers. Jensen nods to himself.

Lawdermilk: They are the- They are the hardest- They- they’re the hardest eleven- of course, I make twelve. (audience laughs) They’re the hardest eleven working men out there in uniform today. So, on behalf of my team, in the first Special Forces group in the United States Army, (Jensen shakes his head (opens one box) I’d like to present to you a Special Forces Coin. (reaches over with the open box)

And, this one, you’re name is on it. Here (?) (hands the box to Jared) (the audience wow’s, aw’s, and then claps as Jared receives the box) And yours (leans over to Jensen with the other box) is a different color (?) That’s our special design, and yeah, everything’s on it. (?)

Jared: (off mic) Wow.

J2 shake Lawdermilk’s hand and thank him for the coins. The audience claps and cheers. Lawdermilk goes to say something more but Jared beats him to it.

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Jared: (to the audience) Let’s thank him and his men and everybody like him in uniform that’s been sharing the freedom that we’ve had in the states. (puts down his mic and claps) (Jensen and the audience claps and cheers)

Lawdermilk: I know most of you came to.. see these two young men speak instead of some old soldier, but- (audiences nah’s) Uh, I’d like to remind th- we come home and, you know, we have y’alls support, which we all really appreciate.

Audience member: We love you!

Lawdermilk: Thank you. And we come home and, you know, I’ve heard the word hero and heard this, what I like to remind you is, is almost close, we lost six soldiers just the other day in Afghanistan. Um, just over almost four thousand that have been killed in Afghanistan, Iraq, those are the heroes. (audience agrees and claps) (nods) (J2 clap)

If you just give me just a second, I’d like to invite Mister Adam Malin and Chris photographer here up on stage.

The audience claps. Lawdermilk says something to Jensen off mic and they hold a brief conversation.

Lawdermilk: Like I said, I’m very proud for the last couple of years for these two gentlemen to be called friends. So, we also have a Special Forces coins for both Chris (audience aw's) and Adam Malin the- (shakes his head) (J2 and the audience clap) (thankful nod)

Creation Entertainment is definitely the best at what they do, you know. And of all you that have taken pictures with Chris, y’all know how good he is. (nods) (audience woo’s and claps) (to J2) I can’t hide my Texas accent, can I?

Jensen: (off mic) Yeah.

Lawdermilk: So, (?let's like..?) (opens a box and holds it out) Actually, you can tell you’re getting old when you have to hold it up.

The audience laughs. Jensen takes the box to look at the coin. Jared goes around Jensen to take a closer look himself.

Jared: (off mic) (?Can I look at that? Is that- anyway?) (reaches for the box in Jensen's hands)

Jensen: (off mic) Yeah, here you go.

Jensen hands the box over to Jared. Audience laughs. Jared in turn hands over the box he had before. Jensen holds the coin closer to read it.

Jensen: (off mic) (?This one's.. Malins?).

Lawdermilk: Okay, that’s wrong- Adam on behalf of the Special Forces Group and Team Texas, I’d like to present you with this Special Forces Coin.

Adam: (off screen) Thank you so much. (audience claps. And Lawdermilk salutes Adam)

Lawdermilk: (off screen) And Chris, on behalf of the First Special Forces Group and ODA-045 and Team Texas, I present you with yours.

The audience and J2 clap. J2 hold a brief off mic conversation to each other.

Lawdermilk: (to the audience) Thank you very much for your s- for your time and like I said we appreciate your support. Thank you. (audience claps and cheers)

Jensen: (stops Lawdermilk from leaving) Now we give us, uh, (holds a finger to the audience) Give us one minute, we, uh, Jared and I put together a little something here for you, uh, and your men. (Jensen walks across the stage to grab from a handler a box set of Dvd’s. Jared keeps looking at his coin.) Um, it’s the, uh- Well, first we got the season 2 DVD box set for you. So, you could share that with, uh, you and your men.

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Lawdermilk: (off mic) (?I gots my own. I got someone a gift?)

Jensen: Well then, there you go. (audience chuckles) (grabs the script from behind him) And, uh- and- and this is- this is kind of cool. I’ve actually never seen, uh, one of these given out. This is, uh, Kim Manners’ directors’ script. (audience gasps and oo’s, then claps) It has all of his director’s notes and shot angles and camera things written down inside here. Uh, he keeps that in his binder and that is his bible for the entire, uh, you know, two weeks that he’s-he’s shooting this episode. Um, we’ve all signed it. You’ve got Serge, the DP, you got myself, Jared, uh, Fred, Jim Beaver is on there. You got the two girls this season are on there. Kim obviously signed it, but, uh… you know, I-it’s- it’s not nearly what you gave us, but, uh, I hope you enjoy it. (hands Lawdermilk the script)

Off mic, Lawdermilk thanks them for the script. The audience aw’s and claps and then cheers. Lawdermilk shakes J2’s hands again, then throws a hand up to the audience, says one more goodbye to the boys, and leaves the stage. J2 clap as he leaves.

Adam: Master Sergeant, Kevin Wise. (audience cheers and claps) Thank you, Sir.

Jensen: (looks briefly at Jared and then to the audience) I kind of really don’t know where to go after that. (audience laughs) (to Jared) How do you follow that?

Jared doesn’t answer right away because he’s looking at his gifts again, then looks up shaking his head at Jensen, and then says something off mic. A phone is ringing in the audience.

Audience member: Answer the phone. (audience laughs)

Jensen: (laughs) (reaches for the item in Jared's hands) Let's see those guys.

Jared: (off mic) Yeah.

Jensen: (takes the card from Jared) Wow. Well that’s kind of neat. That’s not something you get to do every day. (whistles)

Jared: Understatement of the century. Um.

Jensen: (turns to his chair and then the audience) Where were we? (audience laughs) (Jared exhales and J2 sit down) Alright. (to Jared) That was really special.

Jared: That was very special.

Jensen: Yeah, that was pretty cool. Um, (turns to the creation staff) how much time do we uh..

Adam: (off screen) A couple more questions.

Jensen: (nods) Couple more questions. Okay. (Adam: Yeah.) Do a few more questions. (points to his right)

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Audience member: That side.

Jensen: (quickly turns to his left) This side. Here we go. Alright. (audience chuckles) (to Jared)

•(32:53 DT, 1:51 SA, 0:05 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q6A- Jensen on "EL Paso" by Marty Robbins

Fan: Everybody loves to stand at the "midget mic" and go after that apparently. (audience laughs) So, um, here’s my fangirl question after that. (claps) Congratulations on your coins though.

Jensen: Yes.

Jared: Thank you.

Jensen: Thank you.

Fan: Um, and Jensen you kind of stomped on my- my question earlier, because you answered it without me asking it. (audience chuckles) (?Suffering?)

Jensen: I’m good like that.

Fan: (?So where do you go with that?) But, uh- So, uh, recently there was a “Variety,” uh, interview with you and, um, you mentioned three songs that were very important to you? (Jensen: Mhm) And you mentioned, “El Paso” by Marty Robbins. (Jensen: Mhm) And being an El Pasoian born and raised and playing in Marty Robbins Park my whole life.

Jensen: Really?

Fan: Yes. Uh, I’m wondering if you would be willing to us why?

Jensen: Um, that is, uh, one of my father’s favorite songs. And he used to play it a lot, uh, when I was growing up. And, it kind of just- it kind of- there was just something about the song that my Dad and I kind of shared a-a liking for it. And till this day it’s- whenever it comes on I’m like, I-I-I can j-just.. picture myself right there with my dad singing it. So. (nods) (audience aw’s)

Fan: Well feel free to come visit because we’ve got a new golf course (?paved for you?). (audience and Jensen laughs) (?You guys- you gotta tell me?)

Jensen: I might take you up on that.

•(33:58 DT, 2:59 SA, 1:10 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q6B-BUABS 2x14; Sam vs Meg's Latin accent

Fan: (?) Well, it’s real nice. Um, and for Jared. In “Born Under a Bad Sign” when you have to.. Latinate. (Jared and audience laugh) (Jared: mhm) Your-your, uh, your Latin accent is a little different than when you Latinate as Sam. It’s a little more fluid.

Jared: Ooh. Oh, you know what?

Fan: Apparently, you had no clue. (audience laugh)

Jared: Uh, I t- uh, w-Which one is more fluid?

Fan: In “Born Under a Bad Sign” when you’re.. when you’re Meg!Sam.

Jared: Good, (fan laughs) that’s what I was hoping for. (audience laughs) It was also partially because that was- it was actually memorized. So, as Sam-

Fan: You don’t memorize for other scenes, you just.. what?

Jensen: Read.

Jared: Well, I- as Sam I didn’t, um, I didn’t have it memorized because he had it in the book, and so he was reading it. But, as the demon, it would have been something the demon needed to memorize knowing that, um, there’s a possibility that he’d be put into a devil’s sign.

•(35:06 DT, 3:50 SA, 2:03 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q6C- Spanish Speaking (Jared)

Fan: Well that kills the- that kills my question. (Jared grimaces. The audience chuckle) Um, I was gonna ask do you speak Spanish at all?

Jared: Um, no. (audience laughs) I mean, I can- I can-

Fan: Can order food?

Jared: I can- Yes. I can find the bathroom. (audience laughs) I can sort of-

Fan: Can you order a beer? That’s what’s important.

Jared: A Cerveza you mean? (turns to the audience) Sí.

Fan: Very good.

Jared: (to fan and nods) Sí.

Fan: Very good. Thank y’all for coming.

Jensen: Thanks. (turns to his right)

Jared: Thank you. Gracias. (audience and Jensen laugh) I mean, (?Latin?) (turns to his right)

•(35:36 DT, 4:19 SA, 2:31 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q7A- Fan gift; crochet wear

Fan: Hi.

Jensen: Hi.

Fan: I’m Christina.

Jared: Hi Christina.

Jensen: Hi Christina.

Fan: I also want to say this is the best birthday present ever.

Jared: Happy Birthday.

Jensen: A lot of birthdays. (nods)

Fan: My birthday is on Thanksgiving though, so I’m a little early.

Jensen: Oh, okay.

Jared: Well, happy Thanksgiving Birthday. (audience chuckles)

Fan: Um, I actually- I have a couple questions, um, I actually sent you guys some hats and scarves that I crocheted and I was just wondering did you got them?

Jared: Those usually take a while to- to get to us.

Fan: I sent them in April. (audience laugh)

Jared: We usually do get- we usually do get things. You send them which?

Fan: in April. (audience laughs)

Jared: Uh, they might-

Fan: Right after Fangoria.

Jared: It goes through- Because, if you remember a few years back there was a big Anthrax scare (Fan: Yeah) at, like, Warner Brothers Lots and stuff. (Jensen nods: Yeah) And so, since then (Fan: It’s exactly.) a lot of- there’s, like, a screening process. And we will get things. (Fan: Okay.) But, a lot of times it’s just it’s just very long.

Fan: If they don’t fit I’m sorry

Jared: No. (audience chuckles) Oh, we’re sorry. And, I’m sure they will, but also they come to us, because they- they’ll go to us, and then they’ll go back to LA for the.. screen, and then they’ll come back to us and get distributed-

Jensen: Well, it’s also- It’s- We also have to deal with Customs. Like, (Fan: Yeah) even if you’re shipping anything (Jared: right) it’s-it’s.. (shrugs) Canada. So, they, you know, they’ve got tons of, um, of, you know, border patrol, uh, screening mail and.. (Fan: Yeah) (nods) Yeah.

•(36:34 DT, 5:17 SA, 3:28 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q7B- Fan Request; JDM’s number

Fan: Okay, uh, (Jared: So, thank you.) my other question, (Jensen: Well, thank you) could I possibly get JDM’s number from you? (audience laughs) (Jensen reaches into his pocket)

Jared: Yeah. Yeah. I, um- (looks around and then turns towards the screen behind them) Can we just write it in marker up here?

Jensen: I’ll get it out. Yeah. (Jared laughs) Just post it on the wall. (audience laughs)

•(36:35 DT, 5:28 SA, 3:40 CP)- Chicon07J2;Q7C- Sam vs. Jack Bauer; Dean vs Jack Bauer

Fan: And my next question is, I’ve asked everybody that I’ve gotten a panel with, um, Jared- Sam- Who would win in a fight? Sam or Jack Bauer? (audience laughs)

Jared: Oh. (scrunches up his face) Sam.

Fan: And the same for Dean and Jack Bauer.

Jared: I’d say Sam.

Jensen: Isn’t Kiefer like.. tiny? (audience laughs. Jared nods yeah.)

Fan: Did you see last (Jared: He’s old.) (audience gives mixed reaction) season when he killed somebody by biting him in the neck?

Jared: Oh, that’s pretty scary. (audience laughs) But, Sam can move things with his mind. (holds up his mic) (audience laughs, cheers, and claps. Jensen shrugs)

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Fan: What about Dean?

Jensen: Um- Ss-

Jared: Sam would save Dean like always. (audience laughs) (grimaces then smirks)

Jensen: Yeah. I wouldn’t have to do anything. (audience chuckles) Um.. (scratches neck) I don’t know. Yeah, I could kick his ass. (Jared laughs. Audience cheers and claps) (shrugs and then smiles)

Fan: Alright, thank you.

Jensen: Thanks.

•Closing - (37:35 DT, 6:17 SA, 4:28 CP, 0:22 BBS)

Jared: (talking to someone off stage to his right) III believe so. I’m-I’m not sure. (looks at Jensen)

Jensen: (looks at Jared then quickly off stage to his left) Yeah? (to audience) Okay, guys. (Jared: Oh.) They’re, uh, they’re pulling the plug on us. So, it looks like it’s autograph time. (Jared: Yeah) Uuuum. (audience claps and cheers) Thank you.

Jared: (waves mic in the air) (off mic) Thank you guys. (J2 stand up)

Jensen: I hope, uhhh- I hope we shed a little more light on our (looks at Jared then back to the audience) miserable lives. (Kansas-Wayward Sons starts playing) (Jared and audience laugh) And, uh, (smiles) we will, uh- We’ll see you at the tables in a little bit. So.. okay.

Jared pumps his fist in the air as both J2 turn to exit stage to their right, ending the panel. The audience clap and cheer their exit.

#spn #supernatural #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #spn con #spn transcript #chicon 2007 #2007

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totallyboatless · 2 years ago

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FINE i'll make a post about how many Jenny Owen Youngs songs fit the Six of Crows characters GOD

Born to Lose - Kaz. So very Kaz. Somewhere in night a man is standing by with a deal you won't be able to refuse. It's about deals with the devil (choose how you'd like to feel pain: is Pekka the devil or Kaz?), being slowly eaten inside by guilt over mistakes, fear of losing people you love. A line about having a bad leg. It's got it all! Last Person - God so very how Jesper and Wylan would flirt and pick each other up in a bar the first night they meet. Light, fun, full of energy, but with an air of "this could be so much deeper if we let ourselves feel it." About someone approaching another person who feels like they don't belong or connect with the people around them and is like "live fast die young let's go bang!." This line cinches it all together: So quit worrying where they'll fall if you should roll the dice, why don't come home with me tonight.

So Long - WHO'S👏🏻READY👏🏻TO👏🏻GET👏🏻SAD👏🏻. I go back and forth with this being better for Wylan, Kaz, or Inej, but tend to land on Wylan for one line in particular: No one can put you back how you were then / chemicals must react, it's a certain. A song about feeling lonely, trapped, and discarded.

Coyote - So very Nina and Matthias, and honestly a perfect song to go on any "enemies to lovers" playlist. A song about being like "I'm disgusted by you - wait no come back god I want to jump your bones - no wait I hate you - wait come back." There's no one I can think of that I can stand less than you / Don't you want to touch my hands before you go? I think I'm confused.

Your Apartment - Inej about Kaz. About wanting to love someone and be the person to help them grow, but that person being closed off. And how when that happens, you're like "I'm begging you to give me something, anything, and I'll stay." I want to be the girl that makes you try to do the thing you haven't done / oh why is it so hard to stay in love / I just want to be good enough for you. Lyrics are sad AF but it's a jam! Porchrail - Back to Jesper who keeps things a little more upbeat! Lot of mentions of fidgeting, having a short attention span, and feeling sick over Feelings. A "I'm having a crisis about Wylan" song. I've got a span of attention as long as my teeth / Every urge I let sway me turns tragically brief / There's nothing more attractive than that one thing you just can't have / I got every intention to loosen my tie / I got full motivation to make this one mine

What Beats Within - LET'S👏🏻KEEP👏🏻GETTING👏🏻SAD👏🏻. Back to Wylan - featuring flute and the fear that comes with letting yourself be chosen because you don't feel good enough. I like to think the first verse is referring to the night he and Jesper meet, and the second verse is the night when he officially becomes a Crow after Kaz uses his bombs to blow up the Crow Club. You come to find me a mess at your door / arms under elbows as I hit the floor / I meant to tell you just what I've done / How can you choose me when I've just begun? / Don't know what I'll be when morning comes. Also additional line because my god it has so many "my parent doesn't want me" angst: I'm not what you planted, I'm just what grew.

Already Gone - Kaz about Inej. Thinking about someone you adore and respect in a way that feels too big and bright, and so you do the whole "I don't know how to keep you, so it's okay if you need to leave" thing even if you know that will cause you immense pain. God there's just so much in this one: Did I overstay? You're tugging your sleeves / You said what they say: that I'm a disease. AND That girl is full of fever / I'll give you anything but go if you need to / how can I keep you / Now you're already gone. AND THE FUCKING BRIDGE It's now or it's never / You get left holding feathers LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME GOD Clean Break - a Matthias inner monologue about trying to cut Nina out of his heart, but it's like an amputation. Super angsty, it's got an edgy feel. Also has some double meaning lyrics like Don't bother with the table we can do it on the floor / God knows I am sure which refers to the amputation but my god that line has a hot undertone. Feature lyric: If I come to and still feel you creeping in my skin / It's back I lie under the knife and start over again / can't abide no phantom limbs

Fuck Was I - KEEP👏🏻FEASTING👏🏻ON👏🏻SADNESS👏🏻. Kaz and Inej about each other. If you don't think you've heard a Jenny Owen Youngs song, you've probably heard this one. All about letting yourself feel hope about someone and then getting hurt and being like "yep, well, I should have known that was going to happen. Skillet on the stove, it's such a temptation / Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burnt / What the fuck was I thinking? O, God - MORE👏🏻WYLAYN👏🏻SAD👏🏻BOY👏🏻TIME👏🏻 I just adore him. His internal monologue when he leaves Jesper after their first night together. I can't stay I won't stay for things left unseen / I can stay I won't stay I know you're a dream / A sweet, sweet dream. Ugh god and also the line I've seen a hundred backs but never one return - it's what Wylan is used to, and you can't be left if you leave first.

Little Bird - Pick your favorite Crow to have Feelings about. Take those hollow bones / Use them well, use them right / Let them carry you / Through the darkness of the night

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, BRAIN? Fucking hell.

#six of crows #six of crows playlist #maybe now that this is out i can finally work #I don't even care if this gets notes i just couldn't focus on anything else #it sure is a weird brain week lol #jenny owen youngs #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #matthias helvar #nina zenik

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kookiecrush · 2 years ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/kookiecrush/730903589855379456/being-jk-bias-what-were-the-clues-that-made-you I'm also Jungkook biased, and I've always been confused about why people think he has this super "straight" image because I've been in the fandom for a long time and never saw that, I didn't see much of an interest in girls at all, and I remember how he openly supported queer art/artists, maybe even before Tae became the most vocal about it. Choosing to cover Fools by Troye Sivan in 2015 still feels like a very bold move to me, and of course he absolutely knew what he was singing about and had seen the video, Bang Si-hyuk even tweeted about it. But his "official" playlists often featured queer songs/artists. He also seems very unconcerned with gender norms at all, famously quoted in Vanity Fair "Where whatever you want regardless of gender.", happily agreed when a fan asked him to be their girlfriend, said he'd make a great housewife. But one thing I can't get over is his "I'm Still Me" artwork. He posted it on their Twitter account in March 2019. He also quoted it in Festa 2019 when asked to describe himself, which was filmed in February. It's a quote from the movie "Love, Simon". "Being gay is your thing. There are parts of it you have to go through alone. I hate that. As soon as you came out, you said, 'Mom, I'm still me.'" https://twitter.com/BTS_twt/status/1109115268905627649

I think stereotypes play a big part in people perceiving Jungkook as "super straight." Some people still expect a gay/queer man to be very flamboyant or effeminate and can't picture someone like Jungkook being queer because all they see is the masculine side of him with his tattoos, the way he dresses, his muscles, ect, but none of that necessarily has anything to do with sexuality, and Jungkook actually comes across as someone who is very intune with his feminine side to me. Maybe people ignore that side of him because it doesn't fit the image they have of him in their heads. I personally love how he's been expressing himself more freely lately with his CK and Vogue photoshoots.

Yes, I think people forget that it's not just Tae who has supported and recommended queer art and artist, but Jungkook, too. Covering "Fools" was definitely a bold and very intentional move from him, and I have no doubt that he knew the lyrics of the song he was singing. Jungkook has made no secret of his appreciation and support for Troye Sivan, who is an openly gay artist, I remember he's brought his name up in interviews multiple times.

And of course, his "I'm still me" artwork! How could I forget that? Jungkook quoting that phrase when asked to describe himself is a really big "clue," in my opinion. That film obviously resonated deeply with him, a film about a closeted gay boy coming to terms with his identity. It must have left a lasting impression on Jungkook for him to incorporate it into his art. I imagine when you're in the closet there's a fear that people will see you differently or no longer love you if they knew the truth about you, and even though Jungkook can't be completely open with us, I'm sure he still wants us to know that regardless of sexuality or anything else, he's still him. He's still the same Jungkook.

#ask #jungkook

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reyaint · 9 months ago

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🔹shifting masterlist | about me🔹

��ৎabout

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i'm lgbtq+; pronouns are she/they

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 my birthday is November 17

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i'm American (alabama/southern)

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i like shifting (obvi)

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i'm a bowler and aspiring photographer.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i think I'm rather creative.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i also like video games a lot as well as reading, webcomics and music.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i have anxiety and ADD. Questioning if i have ARFID or something similar (mentioning this because it could be mentioned in posts)

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i can be a bit of a perfectionist when doing things so it'll take me a while to finish shit

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 i get side tracked and end up making like 4 dr ideas and scripts at once and never finish them for months

۶ৎthings

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 my shifting pinterest + kpop ideas(?)

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 kpop idea playlists !!!

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 my shifting playlists (so far)

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 artists to look at for inspiration for drs

۶ৎLikes

Shows / Movies

NCIS, NCIS New Orleans, NCIS LA, SPN, Lucifer, Arcane, Lucifer, Criminal Minds, House, The Witcher, The Legend of Korra, Money Heist, A Good Girl's Guide To Murder, The Old Guard, Everafter High, Monster High, Rio, Mako Mermaids, DOTA (Dragon's Blood), Bad Genuis (Thai), Fear Street, The 100, Corpse Bride, Nightmare Before Christmas, Jem and The Holograms, i have many more.

Kdrama:

Man to Man, The K2, Vagabond, Ballerina, My Name, Vincenzo, Rugal, Melting Me Softly, Inspector Koo, The Good Bad Mother, Sweet Home, Money Heist Korea, Extracurricular, The Call, #ALIVE

Animes:

Spy X Family, Black Butler, Black Lagoon, A Silent Voice, Violet Evergarden, Attack On Titan, TBHK, Kakegurui, B/13 The Beginning, K (K Project), Sirius the Jaeger, Bubble, Moriaty The Patriot, Vampire In The Garden (and get your heart ripped to shreds in 8 episodes), Paradox Live, Macross Delta, Charlotte, Zombieland Saga, Bungou Stray Dogs, Gunslinger Girls, PERSONA5 The Animation, PERSONA4, PERSONA3, Assassination Classroom, Angels of Death, Another, Deathnote, Scar on the Praeter, Scars Align, Death Parade, Code:Breaker, Devil May Cry, TPN, Tricksters (Jigokuraku), Gangsta, there are others I can't remember

Donghuas:

Link Click, The Heavenly Officials Blessing

Multimedia:

Milgram, Paradox Live, Alien Stage

Video Games:

Wuthering Waves, HI3, Punishing Grey Raven, Cyberpunk 2077, Tears of Themis, Love and Deepspace, Snowbreak Containment, Assassins Creed, The Witcher, COD, Astra: Warriors of Veda, Overwatch, Farlight 84, Roblox and ZZZ, Resident Evil, BanG Dream, PJSK, Idolm@ster Shiny Colors, NeiR Automata, Persona5, Persona4, Persona3, Angels of Death, Mad Father

Books:

Black Dagger Brotherhood, The Lunar Chronicles, AGGGTM, TGCF, The Bone Collector, Lincoln Rhyme Series

Webcomics:

The Villainess is a Marionette, The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass, Mercenary Enrollment, Serena Serenity, Roxana, Hero Killer, Hand Jumper, Your Throne, Schoolbus Graveyard, Black Knight, GHOSTBLADE, I will Fall with the Emperor

۶ৎhaiqin/nation for my drs

history of HAIQIN | masterlist

language of HAIQIN | guide

map of HAIQIN

full haiqin masterlist

۶ৎmy boarding school dr

the academy | intro

my boarding school dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy own kpop group drs

ARISEN GENESIS | masterlist

ACT'N'REACT | masterlist

SHHix | intro

PHANTOM | masterlist

ASTERIUM | masterlist

ELEVATE | intro

BAE | intro

CYGNES | intro

MISt | intro

EVERLASt | intro

MERDELUNE | intro

۶ৎmy kpop member shifting

AESPA dr | intro

ATEEZ dr | intro

BTS dr | intro

RED VELVET dr | intro

۶ৎmy mha drs

mha dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy MCU drs

mcu drs | masterlist

۶ৎbeings for your mcu/other drs

beings masterlist

the Tsayiri | part One

the Tsayiri | part Two

۶ৎmy street racer dr

street racer dr | intro

street racer group

۶ৎmy futuristic dr

futuristic dr masterlist

۶ৎmy COD drs

cod dr | one

cod dr | two

cod dr | s/o

۶ৎmy small town

small town dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy fashion designer dr

fashion designer dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy steampunk dr

steampunk dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy elite school dr

elite school | masterlist

⟢ full credit to @lalalian who made the original script and ideas! I just added onto it and revamped it with her permission

۶ৎmy spy school dr

spy school dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy magical system dr

magical system dr | masterlist

⟢ credit to @lalalian bc i took some inspo from her magic system idea and the auras from the dragon rider dr.

۶ৎmy mystery school dr

mystery school dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy royal school dr

royal school dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy winx club dr

winx club dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy harry potter dr

harry potter dr | masterlist

۶ৎmy NCIS drs

my NCIS drs | masterlist

۶ৎmy Criminal Minds dr

criminal minds dr 1 | intro

criminal minds dr 2 | intro

case idea | alice in wonderland

things to script

things to script | bowling reality

ᝰ.ᐟAsk Games

۶ৎLITTLE FRIENDS ASK GAME

from: @laylasverse

the clever cat

the observant otter and delicate deer

۶ৎ BAKED GOODS ASK GAME

from: @laylasverse

🥐 🍞 ��

🥯

۶ৎ FRUIT ASK GAME

from: @jadeshifting

tropical lush mango and shiny red apple

#reality shifter #reality shifting #shifting diary #reyaint #shifting blog #shifters #dr scrapbook #desired reality

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kjmsupremacist · 4 years ago

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you know i can’t leave you alone (hyunjin/chan)

Hyunjin and Chan have lived for centuries together, letting the world pass them by. They’ve had to come up with creative ways to stave off their boredom.

you can read part 2 here, part 3 here! :)

“Are you terrified? Be terrified. It’s you I love.”

—Carol Ann Duffy, Medusa

Characters: Hyunjin, Bang Chan

Genre: smut, vampires, established relationship, horror

Warnings: brief nongraphic mention of suicide, blood, d/s dynamic, breathplay/choking, bondage, edging, bdsm and general rough treatment, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, unhealthy attachment styles lmao like uh they’re both quite literally a little insane, dark and sexy but mostly dark

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.6k

you can listen to the official playlist here! you can find my meta of red lights here!

ah, me and my disclaimers. this is, for lack of a better term, rather dark and twisted SJKD. i swear i’m fine. just know it has elements of psychological horror. also, please suspend your disbelief re: the minute details of vampire biology. I don’t know how they can come if they’re dead. don’t ask me LMAO.

((((if people like this, I did do copious research for this one, which means i have enough lore for a couple more parts! lmk......))))

Hyunjin doesn’t remember most things anymore. At a certain point, your brain gets overwhelmed. For the average human lifespan, the brain does alright. It forgets, and forgets plenty, but it remembers enough that, for the most part, the forgetting goes unnoticed. Or, even if it is noticed, it just isn’t significant enough to matter.

But when you live as long as Hyunjin has, the things you do not remember quickly begin to outweigh those which you do. It becomes noticeable, and when it first becomes significant, it matters a lot. Hyunjin has a vague recollection of that fear, the way it gripped him, the panic when he realized he had begun to lose pieces of his human life. But it’s only a shadow now—because now, the forgetting has gotten to the point where it has returned to not mattering anymore. A full circle. A snake that has eaten its own tail.

It’s a constant now. There’s no point in worrying over it. Hyunjin forgets, is forgetting, will continue to forget as sure as the earth will continue to spin steadily to its own destruction; as sure as time will continue its march forward, plodding on and on, dutiful and patient; as sure as the universe will continue its inevitable expansion outward and outward until there is no recognizable shard of the earth nor inkling of time, until there is no memory left to mourn, until there is nothing at all.

But the moment of his turning—the moment Hyunjin died, and came back changed—is one he is sure he will carry with him until the oceans are gas and the planets are dust and the stars have all burned out. It is the only thing now that can still truly scare him. He remembers pain, unparalleled and consuming, like he was being eaten alive, as the venom burrowed its way into every last one of his cells. He remembers the sensation of a hand, which once felt cold on his skin, now the same temperature as Hyunjin’s body. He remembers the fear, sharp and paralyzing, which turned to despair, and finally dread.

Hyunjin is a vampire, has been one for so many long centuries he gave up counting lifetimes ago. There’s no point. There’s only knowing there was a before and an after, and that he is in the after, and will be in the after forever.

At least he isn’t alone. Hyunjin has Chan, and if he didn’t have the proof of his existence to stand as evidence, sometimes he might think he has always had him. But that isn’t true. Chan found him after Hyunjin had been turned against his will, and saved him. Hyunjin, if he had a mortal life to give, would willingly lay it down at Chan’s feet. Would then; would still now. Another constant, true now and forever. He could walk every last centimeter of their grounds a thousand times over, on his knees, and still not deserve Chan’s love.

Chan had been turned by his own mother, who asked him to let her do it so that she would not live out an infinite half-life alone. She had not wanted to lose Chan to the unrelenting progression of time. Chan, unable to bear the thought of his mother alone at the end of the world, had agreed. His mother had died not a handful of decades after, ripped apart and burned by their own kind, and Chan had begun his crusade against injustice, continued it for centuries, alone, until he found Hyunjin.

Things were perfect for a while. They worked together to capture and punish the wrongdoers, to keep evil vampires in check. They fell in love, and it was sweet and wild and pure. The vampire community cherished them for their hard work, their dedication, their goodness. Their lives were bright and full and happy.

But over time, their reputation was soured as some began to claim that they were doing all of this out of a hunger for power, for control. And maybe, on some level, these people were correct. Hyunjin and Chan kept at their war against the darkness, saying they did so because it was right. But Hyunjin at least recognized that the same darkness they fought had found its way inside of him. He did it not just because it was right, but also because he did not want to lose favor.

But once it was clear that they had lost favor, they retreated. Fearing the wrath of other vampires, and also feeling disheartened at the lack of appreciation, Chan and Hyunjin withdrew to a beautiful estate in the middle of a dark forest. Hyunjin can’t remember when. All he knows is it was a long time ago. They have lived here together in isolation ever since.

There isn’t much to do here that Hyunjin and Chan don’t create themselves. They removed themselves from the world, and so too did the world remove itself from their lives. Hyunjin has a feeling the world has all but forgotten them. That’s fine with him. He’s not sure he or Chan are fit to exist there anymore, anyway.

He knows they have both been slipping. It’s only natural, when one has lived so long and forgotten so much. He sees his own sort of hazy madness reflected in Chan sometimes, when his eyes go vacant and dark. There’s a loss there that Hyunjin knows because it is in him, too. There are moments where Hyunjin forgets where he is. He forgets why he’s here, how he got here, where it all began. Was there ever a beginning? Or was he always here, only here? Is here all there is? What was he ever trying to do?

But it’s so faint now. It’s deep in the back of his mind, the knowing that something is wrong, that it’s been wrong for years. Has it been years? Or just days? Or maybe a millennia? Hyunjin isn’t sure. He can’t focus on these thoughts hard enough to be sure, can’t hold them long enough to really care. All that matters anyway is Chan, and Chan’s love, and the moments where they come back into balance for a flash of dizzying clarity. That’s how Hyunjin knows it’s still mostly right. That this is good and safe, because he has Chan, and Chan loves him.

Vampires don’t sleep, exactly. Every now and again, though, Hyunjin will slip into a vegetative state. It’s akin to hibernation in some animals, he’s decided. Here he has what he thinks must be dreams. They’re always the same. Or maybe he’s forgotten the rest. It doesn’t matter. What he remembers is running down a hallway. It’s familiar to him somehow, though he isn’t sure why. He’s running towards a light, a door. There’s the push of desperation against his throat, to be sure, but something else covers it, more potent. Resignation, and the smothering comfort that it brings.

He gets right up to the door, breathless, but when he reaches out to touch, the illusion shatters, and he finds himself staring into his own eyes. He’s surrounded by mirrors. In an instant, ropes appear, deep red and fraying, and twist around his body, his arms, his neck. They pull him back, drag him to the floor. He feels his head slam against the wall as he’s pulled away; he feels his spine running ragged against the uneven surface of the baseboards. He shakes. He thinks he might be laughing.

Once, when he woke, he told Chan about his dreams. Chan’s expression had slipped into something soft, and he had gathered Hyunjin into his arms. Hyunjin breathed him in, kept inhaling until his head spun. Chan ran his hands up and down Hyunjin’s back.

“I dream it, too,” he said quietly.

Hyunjin remembered no shock at the confession. It felt more like a missing piece settling into a puzzle, like he had always thought it was the case but had never been sure. Still, he asked, “You do?”

“I dream it, too, but mine aren’t ropes,” Chan replied. “Mine are chains.”

“Chains,” Hyunjin repeated, almost dreamily. He could feel Chan’s breath on his neck. “Show me.”

And Chan had produced beautiful silver chains, a trick of his magic, and wrapped them around Hyunjin’s waist, his arms, all the way down his legs, and dragged him from the study to the third bedroom. Hyunjin had never cried like that, ever. Not even when he was begging the vampire that turned him for his life.

He loved every minute of it.

Their mansion is vast and empty. Some things have fallen into disarray, but Hyunjin hardly notices. It’s so large; if one room fails them, the wallpaper peeling, the floors sinking into the earth below, they simply move on to the next. If they want, they do the repairs themselves. If not, it doesn’t matter anyway.

It wasn’t always this way; once they had visitors—of this Hyunjin is almost certain, though not quite. He doesn’t ask Chan about it; he doubts he will have any answers. If Hyunjin can’t remember, then Chan certainly can’t, either. Age has no meaning to them, but all the same, Hyunjin knows Chan is much older than he is. So he doesn’t ask.

The thought of it doesn’t come often. Hyunjin cannot remember names, or even faces. It’s just the hint of things—a dusting of freckles, dancing across the bridge of a nose; soft cheeks, rounded in a smile; a voice, low and lilting, sweet like honey. Sweet like blood, Hyunjin thinks. He thinks he can taste it. Then, for a fleeting instant, the grief comes, deep and empty, but by the time he can put a name to the emotion, it’s already gone.

Whether the visitors are real or a fantasy, the only certain thing is that they are now wholly alone. No humans venture out here anymore. Hyunjin and Chan feed on the wild animals, though they have an old store of human blood, frozen and hidden away, in case the winters get bad, or for the time of year when the nights are short and fleeting, and there are only a few hours of darkness between sunset and sunrise. No amount of blood sates their thirst, but at their age, Hyunjin and Chan have long since learned to endure it. To ignore it, even.

They have plenty to occupy themselves with, to keep the wanting at bay.

Hyunjin thinks of it like a dance. He steps back so that Chan knows to step forward. He is a puppet wrapped up in strings, and Chan is the puppeteer, only Hyunjin was the one to give him the strings in the first place. He showed him where to tie all the knots; here, hyung, and here and here and here. Chan has power over Hyunjin, but only because Hyunjin lets him. And so really, the power is all Hyunjin’s. It’s intoxicating. So much of his brain is taken up chasing it that there isn’t much room for anything else.

It’s a chase that starts without one of them knowing. Often a day will pass where they do not see each other. This much is not odd. But at a certain point, Hyunjin will make the conscious choice to slip away whenever he knows Chan is near. He wants him to notice his absence and begin searching for him. Eventually, Chan will catch on, and it becomes a long game of hide-and-seek. Chan will not directly and immediately begin looking. He will go about his day, keeping an eye out. If he catches a glimpse of Hyunjin, he won’t follow right away, but will usually cut his activities short and begin his pursuit.

Or Chan will start it—Hyunjin will realize that wherever he goes, Chan is not far behind. He rarely actively makes his presence known, but instead gets closer and closer, until Hyunjin recognizes the pattern and tries to pull away. They will continue this way, faster and faster, until it becomes a true chase, until Hyunjin is running, until he can’t run anymore, until he decides on a hiding spot and waits for Chan to find him.

Today it’s the former. Hyunjin was bored, and decided to make himself scarce. It seems Chan was bored too, because it wasn’t long before he heard agitated footsteps a few floors above him, and felt the first shocks of anticipation.

The sun has set now; the moon is on the rise. Hyunjin creeps through their darkened house, listening carefully for Chan’s approaching footsteps. He’s worked his way from the bottom floor to the attic and is waiting for Chan to come upstairs so he can begin to make his way back down to one of the bedrooms. A sort of thrill races through him, as it always does. It’s not real fear—Chan would never hurt him—but it’s something close.

He hears the creak of the floorboard at the top of the stairs and pauses, waiting to hear which direction Chan will go. Chan walks leisurely, moving to Hyunjin’s right. He takes the same pace to ensure he doesn’t lap him. Hyunjin is lighter than Chan, and so makes less noise when he moves. His hearing is also better, so he does have the advantage. But Chan has more stamina, and always manages to run Hyunjin into the ground.

Hyunjin shivers, thinking of what comes after. He wants it, can feel the desire making its slow way across his body. That’s his other weakness—he lets the desire blind him, and it makes him vulnerable.

But not yet. Chan is somewhere near the back of the attic now, so Hyunjin takes the chance to slip down the stairs.

He goes down to the fifth floor, then the fourth, then the third. Here he cuts through the kitchen, dusty and unused. He hears footfalls behind him—Chan has caught up faster than he anticipated. That’s fine. He enters the dining room, trying to speed up, but when he chances a glance over his shoulder, Chan is there in the doorway. Hyunjin puts the table between them, then pauses at his chair.

Chan draws up short behind his at the opposite end. Their eyes meet, and a familiar chill cuts through Hyunjin’s mind. It’s the same feeling he gets when he meets his own gaze in the mirror.

Legends say that vampires have no reflections. The school of thought is simple—a being’s soul is housed in its reflection, and as vampires are thought not to have souls, logically they cannot have reflections, either.

This isn’t true, of course. Hyunjin is dead, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a soul. At his moment of death, his soul left the mirrors to join his body in the earth. But he was not buried; instead, his sire’s venom reanimated him, and his soul was left to flit between an empty, lifeless body, and the reflection in the mirror. Hyunjin has a soul, but he cannot feel it inside. Instead, all he can do is watch for it in the mirror—an echo; a faint reminder that once, long, long ago, he was alive.

Looking at Chan is the same thing, in a way. Chan looks back with the same longing. He is now—watching and performing at the same time, searching for something lost. Hyunjin pulls his chair out and Chan does too, and they sit in unison. Together, they lean towards each other across the table. They’re too far away to touch, of course. They lean forward anyway.

They’re slowly becoming one, Hyunjin thinks as he tilts his head to the side, studying Chan. Chan does the same. There’s almost an animosity here, in their watching, but it’s the kind Hyunjin has for himself. He knows any flaw he may see in Chan will only be reflected in himself, too, so there’s no point in doing much more than noting it silently and moving on. Because no matter what, it’s always going to be them, Hyunjin thinks, bringing a hand up to his mouth at the same time that Chan does, pressing the pads of his fingers to his lips. Him and Chan, Chan and him. Just them for each other, only them. And he knows that Chan knows this, too. They both know it, with more certainty than they know anything else in the world.

Chan settles back in his seat, and Hyunjin finds himself doing so as well. He drops the hand at his mouth to the arm of his chair.

“Are you eager today,” Chan asks him softly, “or just slipping?”

“I’m not sure,” Hyunjin answers honestly. “Maybe both.”

Chan hums, nodding. “Well, will you be joining me in the bedroom, then?” The bedroom. Like they only have one. “Or will I have to be more persuasive? It’s hardly fair; I have caught you, after all.”

Hyunjin gestures to the distance between them, though neither of them move to get up. “No, you haven’t,” he says. “I can still run.”

A smile flickers over Chan’s face and then is gone again. “Please, try.”

They’re frozen for a moment, and then Hyunjin rises swiftly from his chair with the full intent to bolt. He doesn’t get farther than a step or two before something stops him, and he looks down to see familiar chains snaking up his thighs, already tangled around his calves and feet. He looks back at Chan, who is holding them, wrapped once around his knuckles, almost lazily.

“That’s cheating,” he accuses, but he’s not really stung. He goaded Chan into it, after all. His behavior was an open invitation.

Chan’s eyes glint in the dim moonlight. He strolls toward him as Hyunjin puts on a show of struggling, collecting the slack as he goes, wrapping the chains once, twice, thrice again around his hand. “Yes,” he admits. “It is.”

More chains appear; they wind themselves tight around Hyunjin’s chest and waist and biceps, pinning his arms to his sides. Hyunjin sucks in a breath, trembling. Chan is within reach now, but Hyunjin can’t touch him.

Chan watches with amusement for a moment, and then pulls on the chains, toppling him. Hyunjin’s world tilts, and he raises his head just in time to save it from hitting the uneven floors as Chan pulls him out of the dining room and down the hall. He bites back a cry; it’s not a secret that he likes being treated roughly, but he doesn’t want to give Chan the satisfaction of a reaction like that so soon.

Chan stops at the foot of the bed and then loosens his grip on the chains so he can turn and lift Hyunjin onto the mattress. Hyunjin thrashes, but it doesn’t matter. Chan is stronger than him, pins him easily and hefts him onto the bed, depositing him on top of the crumpled duvet. Hyunjin lets his head spin, not trying too hard to make his eyes focus. Chan is so mean, and he’s so hard.

The chains tighten again; Chan is securing them at the edges of the bed so he can work with his hands. They’re both still fully dressed—white suits, cut and restyled. It’s a little strange—Chan usually ensures they’re both naked before tethering Hyunjin anywhere—but Hyunjin has to admit that today has been strange all over.

The moon shines clearly through the window. It is still close to the horizon, so it appears orange, almost red. It bathes the room in an eerie sort of glow, warm and cold at the same time. Like firelight encased in ice.

Like love persisting between two dead things.

Chan stands above him on the bed, letting him writhe in vain. Hyunjin is strong, but Chan is stronger, and Chan made these chains. They will not break.

“Please.” The word is out before Hyunjin can even think to stop it. “Let me go.”

A wicked sort of smile spreads across Chan’s lips. He is beautiful and frightening, and Hyunjin drinks it in. “Is that what you really want from me?” Chan asks. Hyunjin hesitates. “I thought not. Try again.”

Hyunjin bites back a whine. He’s so frustrated, but he also feels like he’s swimming in lust. He grits his teeth. “Come here, then,” he finally pleads. “You’ve been so far away from me all day.”

“And whose fault is that?” But Chan crouches down, stretching one hand towards the bed, between Hyunjin’s thighs, to steady himself.

“Mine and yours,” Hyunjin says pointedly. Chan just smiles wider still. Hyunjin can see his canines, sharp and white. “Come closer.” He tries to gesture with his head to the space on the bed beside him, but the chain around his neck is tight. He only manages a slight jerk before he’s pulled to an abrupt halt. It doesn’t help the ache between his legs.

“Where?” Chan’s tone is neutral, almost bored.

Hyunjin only uses honorifics now when he wants something from Chan. “Here, hyung,” he says, trying to gesture again. And here and here and here.

“Hm.” Chan drops to his knees fluidly. The hand on the bed creeps higher until it brushes against Hyunjin’s cock. “What about here?”

Hyunjin rolls his hips up into Chan’s touch, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him when Chan doesn’t take his hand away, when he closes tighter around him instead. “Yes, please.”

Chan strokes him through his pants, letting Hyunjin hump against the heel of his palm. The lust clouds Hyunjin’s mind. All the other things melt away. So what if Hyunjin is going mad, and Chan along with him? So what if Hyunjin remembers little, as long as he remembers this? He doesn’t stop to wonder why Chan is being so giving, why he isn’t trying to drag it out like he always likes to. It feels good and Hyunjin lets his eyes flutter shut, moaning softly when Chan’s thumb finds his slit.

He feels his orgasm building quickly. He’s tense, arching off the bed, chasing after Chan’s touch even though he hasn’t moved his hand. He supposes it’s been building all day, since the first heady rush of adrenaline hit him, when he realized Chan had picked up the chase.

“Close?” Chan asks. He almost sounds sympathetic. The static in Hyunjin’s head only grows louder; he nods wordlessly, straining. He’s so close, so close—

And then Chan pulls away, and Hyunjin is left to shake and gasp in his hubris. Of course Chan wouldn’t be so nice, of course there’s a catch, because there always is, and Hyunjin should know better by now. Faintly, as the ringing in his ears subsides, he realizes Chan is laughing.

“Please,” Hyunjin stutters. “You’re terrible to me.”

“And you’re terribly impatient,” Chan replies smoothly, running a light touch down his left leg. “You’ve made me wait all day. Now it’s your turn.”

Hyunjin wants to argue, but Chan’s hands find the clasp on his pants, and he decides against it.

He’s come down somewhat, but he’s still quite sensitive when Chan wraps a hand around his cock, pulling it out of his underwear, coaxing the waistband aside with his other hand. He tugs against the chains, forgetting for a second that they’re there. He wants Chan to touch him, but not like this, not when he’s not going to get anything out of it.

It’s a shame that Hyunjin is such a pretty crier, really. That’s how most of this started. Chan likes to see him cry, and he likes to tell Hyunjin no. And the worst part is that’s all Hyunjin wants, too.

Chan strokes Hyunjin slowly, watching for the hitch in his breath, the way the line of his neck will go taut. Hyunjin knows all his own tells because of all the time Chan spent teaching them to him. But knowing isn’t the same thing as controlling, so he can’t do anything except watch as he gives himself away, and Chan lets him go at the last second, once again.

Hyunjin clenches his jaw, fighting blindly against his restraints. Somewhere, he registers that the less he fights, the sooner they come off—when Chan senses he no longer needs them. But it’s a very small and dim part of him; the rest rails fruitlessly against the chains, twisting up the duvet in the process.

Eventually, the terrible, strung-out feeling ebbs enough that he feels he can breathe again, and he settles down. It’s not that he needs to breathe, but the rhythm of it is nice, and it’s always a comfort when something else is wrong.

Tears sting at his eyes, but not insistently enough yet that Hyunjin can’t will them away. He feels punched out and weak. Chan is still watching him, placid, sitting back on his heels, hands folded in his lap. His discipline is infuriating.

“We’re only just beginning,” Chan says mildly. “Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Please,” Hyunjin says again. He doesn’t know what else to say—really, he knows there isn’t anything else to say. Nothing he says or does will change Chan’s mind about whatever he has planned. “Let me come, please, and I promise I can do it again.”

“I know you can,” Chan says, still maddeningly calm, responses automatic and perfect. “And you will. But only after I’ve finished having fun.”

Hyunjin groans, dropping his head back, staring up at the ceiling. Chan shifts below him, and then Hyunjin feels his tongue against the head of his cock, and he can’t suppress the reedy whine that expels itself from his lungs. Chan takes him into his mouth, all the way down, and Hyunjin balls his hands into fists, trying to remain still, trying not to react so that Chan won’t be able to pull off in time and he’ll finally get to come.

Unsurprisingly, he is entirely unsuccessful. Just as that delicious pressure is beginning to build, Chan sits back, releasing Hyunjin’s cock with a soft pop. Hyunjin screams this time, raw and angry.

“Does it hurt?” Chan asks sweetly.

Hyunjin wrenches his head up so he can look his tormentor in the eye. “Fuck you,” he snarls, his voice partially choked away by the chain. “Fuck you.”

“Do you want me to stop?” It’s mostly lip service, but there is a certain degree of earnestness in Chan’s eyes.

“No,” Hyunjin grumbles, nearly growls, low in his chest and forced out through bared teeth.

“You know I’ll give you what you want eventually,” Chan says, though right now Hyunjin has a very hard time believing him. “You just have to work for it, that’s all.”

Hyunjin lets another fuck you bubble up in his chest. He doesn’t get to say it, though, because Chan’s mouth is on his cock again, and everything else immediately escapes him.

This time Chan brings him much closer to coming, so close that Hyunjin really thinks, for just a moment, that he’s going to just let him do it, but Chan releases him before it can happen, and Hyunjin convulses, orgasm ripped away yet again.

The anger has been shocked out of him, and it’s been replaced by a heavy despair. Tears well in Hyunjin’s eyes again, and this time he just lets them collect. They’ll spill over when they’re ready.

Chan doesn’t give him much time to recover. He wraps a hand around the base of Hyunjin’s cock and suckles on the tip. Hyunjin watches through half-lidded eyes. Chan has such pretty lips. He has such a handsome face overall, really, enchanting and haunting.

Chan flicks his eyes up and catches Hyunjin looking. The cold, dead-set focus that Hyunjin sees there shocks a gasp out of him. He arches up into Chan’s mouth, head lolling back. He twists his neck; the chain that’s been holding his head in place retreats, and he presses his face into the pillow. He’s close, so close; he could come, if Chan would just—

All his touches vanish, and Hyunjin looks disappointment straight in the face for the fifth time that night. His eyes roll back in his head; though it feels awful, it also feels good. Hyunjin thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind feeling like this forever, and he moans, letting his body float back down towards the bed, lifting his head as he turns to look at Chan.

He registers something wet against his cheek, and realizes he’s begun to cry. He’s not sobbing; his breathing has hardly picked up to accommodate it. It’s just that the tears will not stop.

“That’s better,” Chan says softly. “There’s the Hyunjin I know.”

Hyunjin is reminded of the feeling of the venom taking over his body. Each one of his cells feels like it is on high alert. The reminder of the fear is there, lurking just on the outskirts of his mind. Pacing.

“Chan,” he whimpers.

Chan only hums in response, reaching out for Hyunjin’s cock again. He runs a singular finger up its length, and Hyunjin dissolves into a fresh wave of tears. He moans softly with each breath, though, almost involuntarily. The fear has subsided somewhat. He’s safe. Of course he’s safe.

Chan lets him settle, then strokes him with three fingers—thumb on one side, index and middle on the other—slow and gentle. Hyunjin sighs out soft noises of pleasure. He rolls his hip up to meet Chan’s hand. For a few moments, everything is quiet and calm.

But then the pressure is building again, and he knows Chan can feel it too. He speeds up, and Hyunjin relishes it even though he knows it just means he’ll come crashing down even faster.

As all of Hyunjin’s muscles tense, Chan slows again. “No,” Hyunjin protests softly. “No, no, no, please—“

Chan takes his hand away and Hyunjin wails at the loss. There’s a hungry pit at the bottom of his belly, gaping wide, and it hurts, but still, Hyunjin wants more.

Chan seems to have other plans, though. He seems to know that Hyunjin’s limbs have stopped obeying him because the chains are gone. Hyunjin doesn’t think to move. He lets Chan manhandle him, lifting him up and turning him side to side to undress him. He waits for Chan to discard his own clothes as well, sprawled limp on the bed.

Chan returns to him, and Hyunjin lets his eyes rove over the body he knows so well. His broad shoulders ripple as he moves; Hyunjin quickly snaps his gaze to Chan’s strong pecs and sturdy core, then down to his cock where it hangs hard and heavy between his legs.

Chan has found lube somewhere when Hyunjin wasn’t paying attention. It’s not strictly necessary—Hyunjin won’t be hurt if they don’t use it—but it will certainly make things easier, and speed up the entire process.

Chan presses a slick finger into Hyunjin, only giving him a few shallow thrusts before adding another. Hyunjin opens up for him easily, and soon Chan is pumping four fingers in and out.

Hyunjin could come like this, soon, and Chan knows. He gives it another minute, until Hyunjin is panting and clenching down around him, and then pulls out, watching in satisfaction as Hyunjin writhes and drools and cries.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin finds himself mumbling. “Oh fuck, please, please just fuck me.”

“Still so impatient,” Chan says, but he lines himself up all the same. “We have forever,” he reminds Hyunjin.

“Don’t care,” Hyunjin breathes out. This is a lie, technically—the fact that they have forever is the only thing stopping him from climbing on top of Chan right now and riding him until they’re both completely spent and thoroughly exhausted. Chan has no idea what impatience looks like. “Fuck me.”

Chan pushes into him and Hyunjin opens his mouth in a silent scream. Chan leans over him as he bottoms out until he’s close enough, and then kisses into his mouth, tongue running along the backs of Hyunjin’s upper teeth. Hyunjin realizes now that this is the first time they’ve kissed all day.

He kisses back as best he can, but there are stars in his eyes. He jerks violently when he feels Chan’s hand on his cock, trying to bite down even though he’s still being kissed, wet and messy.

“Want to come?” Chan asks between kisses.

“Yes,” Hyunjin pleads breathily. “Yes, please, please—”

He takes Chan’s silence as permission. In any case, as Hyunjin moans and squirms beneath him, Chan doesn’t stop. Hyunjin spills over his hand, across both of their stomachs, and Chan doesn’t stop.

It feels euphoric. Hyunjin lets the orgasm consume him, twitching as the pleasure scatters out across his body in sweet bursts, eyes rolled back in his skull. He can feel it everywhere; in his toes, in his teeth. Faintly, he registers his own voice, hoarse from overuse, chanting thank-yous as he comes back down.

But still Chan doesn’t stop, and now Hyunjin remembers the other edge to this sword—now that Hyunjin has come, Chan won’t let him stop until he’s satisfied and Hyunjin is nothing but a shell. Chan thrusts into him, hard and deep, and Hyunjin wishes he could enjoy it. But now he can only shake, Chan’s cruel fingers still wrapped tight around Hyunjin’s cock, slick with his release.

Hyunjin chokes on nothing. Everything hurts, and the fear is back, crowding out everything else. His throat feels raw, and he realizes it’s because he’s screaming.

Chan brings a hand to Hyunjin’s neck, squeezing around where the column of his throat meets his jaw. Hyunjin’s eyes dart around the room until he finds Chan’s waiting for him.

“Just me,” Chan says lowly. “The worst is behind you, darling. The next-worst is so far yet to come. Now, it’s just me. It is just me, and I will never hurt you.”

“Hurts,” Hyunjin whimpers, but the haze of fear is receding.

“You can do it.” Not an encouragement. An expectation. A demand. It gives Hyunjin something else to focus on. “It hurts, but not like that. Nothing will ever hurt like that, as long as you’re with me.”

Hyunjin knows it’s true. “Safe with you,” he slurs, and satisfaction and triumph war on Chan’s face.

Chan keeps his hand there on Hyunjin’s throat. Hyunjin holds it tight when Chan continues his thrusting, faster now that Hyunjin has relaxed. The solid weight of Chan’s cock inside him distracts him from the shocks of oversensitivity, and though Hyunjin is already exhausted and his body already aching, he feels himself begin to harden again in Chan’s palm.

Hyunjin’s body is no longer his own; he has no command over it now. It’s Chan’s. Chan twists his wrist and Hyunjin’s legs spasm; he pushes in deep and grinds into him, and a string of nonsense, praise and pleas and prayers all muddled together, spill across Hyunjin’s lips. Maybe Hyunjin’s body has always been Chan’s from the start, not just in these moments; maybe everything Hyunjin has belongs to him. Maybe he wants it to be true. He is Chan’s, and Chan is his. His Chan, his savior, his love. He doesn’t need to know anything else.

He watches Chan reverently, though his eyelids are heavy and his vision swims. Chan’s pretty lips are curled in concentration, his eyes dark, body taut, all firm muscle and shadow. Hyunjin reaches out to him with the hand that isn’t clinging to Chan’s wrist, and Chan dips close. Hyunjin’s fingers shake as he splays them across his cheek. He runs his thumb over Chan’s mouth, and Chan lets his eyes close.

“Chan,” Hyunjin whispers, barely audible. He can’t feel anything except the heavy fog in his head and the insistent pulse of desire in his cock. And Chan’s skin under his fingertips, beautiful and smooth like marble.

Chan leans into his touch and Hyunjin feels tears threaten again, so grateful for him, for his love; grateful that he hasn’t given up on him yet after so many years. His lips graze Hyunjin’s palm and his fingers drag over Hyunjin’s cock and Hyunjin is coming, dizzy and nearly out of his mind with pleasure, even though it hurts—maybe because it hurts. Chan doesn’t take his hand off Hyunjin’s cock, doesn’t move away, doesn’t stop choking him, doesn’t stop the steady rock of his hips.

More tears, and this time Hyunjin does sob. It comes out small and garbled because of the hand around his throat, and when Hyunjin looks at Chan, he finds him looking back, hungry. The image of him is blurry, but he feels Chan’s lips still on his hand. He can feel them moving, but he can’t hear anything at first.

“Good,” he finally makes out. “Perfect.”

Hyunjin sobs again, pressing up against the tight hold Chan has on his throat. “Love you,” he croaks out. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Chan replies immediately. Hyunjin can feel the shape of the words on his palm.

Hyunjin is beyond overstimulated. He feels like he’s been plunged into an ice bath and then moved to burn in a roaring fire and then back to the ice once again. The arm he has raised is shaking. Chan must notice, because he gets close so Hyunjin can rest his elbow on the mattress beside him. Or maybe he just comes close so he can kiss him. Hyunjin has no complaints either way. He lets his hand slip into Chan’s hair and his tongue slip into Chan’s mouth.

Chan moans quietly at first, then longer and louder as the minutes stretch on. Hyunjin notes faintly that he’s still crying, but he can’t bring himself to care. He pets Chan’s hair, soothing him between kisses, begging him to come.

His coaxing seems to be working; Chan is thrusting into him faster and faster, and his hand is flying over Hyunjin’s cock at the same pace. His moans have turned to something darker, more guttural, and they echo in Hyunjin’s ears and rattle around his skull.

Chan releases his throat and Hyunjin wheezes. He separates their lips, nosing down under Hyunjin’s jaw, pressing his tongue flat to the skin there. Hyunjin uses his hand to move Chan down his neck—here, hyung, and here and here and here—until he’s right over the scar on Hyunjin’s neck, where he was bitten. All of it is too much, and Hyunjin is coming for a third time, shivering as he feels it hit his stomach, his chest.

Chan stills not seconds later, teeth digging into the scar tissue. Hyunjin feels him pulsing inside of him and he sighs in contentment, tightening his grip on Chan’s hair.

They rest like that for a moment. Hyunjin can barely feel his limbs. His eyelashes cling to each other, sticky with tears. The moon is high in the sky now, bright white light shining down onto their bed. Chan’s back ripples as he finally pushes himself up. He pulls out of Hyunjin in the process, and Hyunjin feels his come dribble out of his hole a few seconds later.

Chan is tugging Hyunjin up with him. Hyunjin goes reluctantly, head lolling to one side when there is nothing to support it. “Chan,” he mumbles. Chan brings him closer, until they’re chest to chest. He uses his hands to guide Hyunjin up, folding his knees. He hooks Hyunjin’s chin over his shoulder, and when Hyunjin opens his eyes again, he finds himself facing his reflection in the mirror that’s mounted on the opposite wall.

His face is streaked with tears, his hair messy, his lips kiss-bitten and bruised. He looks like a wreck. He moans without thinking about it.

Chan’s big hands are on his back, Hyunjin’s arms draped weakly over his biceps. Chan turns his head to press a kiss to Hyunjin’s hair. “Almost done,” he says, so sweet and soft that Hyunjin finds himself nodding along until he realizes what that means.

“No, no—” But it’s too late. Chan’s got a hand around his cock, and it hurts, hurts all over. Hyunjin squeezes his eyes shut, curling forward, trying to get away from the feeling, but Chan’s hand just follows him. He digs his forehead into Chan’s shoulder, jaw dropped open so far he thinks if he was human, he would have already dislocated it. That hurts too, and he cries out with every one of Chan’s movements.

“Stop that,” Chan says quietly. “Watch in the mirror.”

It’s a gentle command, but a command all the same. Hyunjin keens in distress, but he raises his head, blinking his eyes open. “Chan,” he complains, his voice small and broken.

“Just one more,” Chan promises. “You can do one more.”

“No,” Hyunjin slurs, shaking his head insistently while his body betrays him, his cock stiffening once again in Chan’s hand. “I can’t, I can’t.”

Chan rocks him slightly, pressing his lips to Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Yes, you can.”

Chan works him slow and gentle. Hyunjin rests his cheek on his shoulder and watches in the mirror, watches his own eyes fill with tears again and spill over, watches how his face, which began contorted in pain, shifts into an expression of heady bliss. It still hurts—hurts worse than anything Chan has done to him in years, he thinks—but the pain bleeds into pleasure until he can’t tell the difference.

It builds and builds and builds, Hyunjin complaining and struggling the whole way, but he does as he’s told, and keeps his eyes glued to his reflection, even as his vision slips and slides until he’s not sure which part of what he sees is real. There’s a period where it feels fucking horrible, really, and at times Hyunjin’s pretty sure that even though he is immortal, he’s about to die.

But then the familiar pressure grows heavy in his stomach. He doesn’t have the presence of mind to warn Chan beforehand, just lets a tiny whimper escape his lungs, and then he spills a few drops of come over Chan’s knuckles. He closes his eyes in relief, collapsing against Chan, and Chan catches him, murmuring praise in his ear.

Chan lays him back down, and then stretches out beside him. They’ll clean up later; now, Hyunjin rolls toward Chan’s open arms, resting his temple on his shoulder. His body aches like he’s been in a fight and barely escaped with his life. He offers him a kiss—here, hyung, and here and here and here—and Chan accepts it. Hyunjin thinks he could sink right through the mattress, his love is so heavy in his chest.

Chan scoots back just a centimeter, then ducks his head down, closing his lip over the scar on Hyunjin’s neck, over the place where Hyunjin was damned to this life years and years ago. Hyunjin finds Chan’s wrist and pets over the scar there, humming. They stay like that until the moon dips below the tree line. The sky has turned from a deep black to an expectant sort of navy blue.

Like he often does these days, Hyunjin toys with the idea of suicide as he waits for the night to end. They’re safe inside, of course—each of their windows is reinforced with UV protection on the glass. But he would need only to walk outside after the sun rose and wait for death to take him. A half hour at most, if he went at noon on a cloudless day. The thought is comforting, but he would never do it without Chan. He could never leave Chan alone. And he doesn’t wish to bring it up quite yet, so he banishes the thought from his mind. It might be for the best to do it—Hyunjin only has fragments of who he was left over, and he loses more and more every day. But, like with everything else, he is too weak to do what is right.

The sun is on the rise now; Hyunjin can see the red tinge of it on the horizon. Outside, the birds have awoken and begun to sing. Hyunjin thinks of the long day ahead of them; he thinks about how the years slip by so quickly, blurring into one another, yet each day feels like a lifetime. Chan shifts beside him, detaching from his neck, pulling him closer and knocking their foreheads together. It’s alright, Hyunjin thinks. At least I have Chan. It would be unbearable without him.

Outside, the world rages on, Hyunjin is sure. He’ll never venture out to check. Why should he? In this house, things are good and quiet. Hyunjin’s fingers are still on Chan’s wrist, right where his pulse should be. But there’s nothing, just silence.

“Chan,” Hyunjin says softly. “You will stay here with me, right?” The grief comes again, strange and unwanted, with the echo of once-known laughter and a voice Hyunjin wishes he could recognize. And then it all disappears, swift and fleeting. Hyunjin can’t get a grasp of it, and so lets it go. “You will stay?” he asks.

Chan, like always, replies, “Yes, I will stay.” He presses closer still. “I will stay here with you. I love you. You love me, don’t you?”

It’s a silly question, but Hyunjin doesn’t say so. He can’t; he feels drawn into some kind of trance, too content to think properly. “Yes,” he says. His voice sounds far away. “I love you. I have always loved you. I will love you forever.” Chan makes a noise of want in the back of his throat. I will, Hyunjin thinks, even when war comes, and famine and disease; even when all the living things begin to die, even when time devastates the earth. “You will stay here in this house with me, even as it comes down around us,” he says, “and we will be in love. Forever.”

Chan nods along. “And we will never leave,” he whispers. Hyunjin can feel Chan’s breath on his neck.

Hyunjin sighs, maybe not happily, but at least in satisfaction, to know his fate. “And we will never leave,” he repeats, quiet so he’s sure Chan is the only one who hears him.

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Hot Dogs and Small Talks (One-Night Stands, Part 4.)

Description: Chief Hopper has been a mystery since he appeared back in town. Most people considered him a “lost, whoring-around alcoholic junkie”. But what if he actually manages to find a friend amongst all the known strangers he meets in Hawkins daily?

Part Summary: Being the one Hopper decided to turn to in the time of biggest distress officially made you someone he not only wanted to bang, but also someone he wanted to befriend. Yet, to be honest, it only meant that there was more trouble to come.

Word Count: 4 K

Tagging: @theinfaethablefig

Master list: One-night Stands | Jim's playlist: H E R E

James Hopper was usually confident in everything he was doing.

He was confident when he dealt with solving and resolving crimes, he drove with confidence, sang with confidence (even though he couldn't sing for the love of God) and he even seduced women with a strong amount of it. What did he have to fear, right? Not that he would think he was the best-looking fella around, but he surely knew his looks weren't the worst. Yet sometimes, the demons got him all of a sudden, pinning him to the ground until he couldn't breathe. These demons could get him anywhere at any time - but around his "anniversaries", the demons got worse, louder, and greedier than usual. And on those nights, he really feared being alone by himself in his trailer.

Usually, James decided to solve his problems with alcohol. On those nights, you'd find him in one of Lafayette's or Kokomo's bars either picking up ladies or playing pool with the guys inside... Occasionally even starting a fight. Which was his favorite activity when nights got like this.

The thing about the year's anniversary was that it didn't take place on a weekend night and it came all of a sudden while he was focused on something entirely else, which left him defenseless in the end. Yeah, sure, he could go for a quick trip to Kokoma, but he didn't even feel like that.

Since you were the closest at the time he felt the most distressed, you were his victim. Sure, he was trying to get under your skirt, but now he wasn't even hoping anything would happen that night. James just needed someone to talk to, someone who'd listen to him. You didn't seem a bad pick - you could be quite funny when you felt like being playful and he even managed to get you over the "you're fucking weird" phase. Now, you were more or less relaxed in his presence, shaking your head when he dropped an innuendo, laughing with him.

That brought you back into the moment. Opening your mouth, you looked up to Hopper standing there with an expression of a martyr. James was standing in front of the cash register with his hands in his pockets, his stare piercing the six-pack you were still holding onto. Well this was a conundrum, wasn't it? For some random reason, you were interested in Hopper ever since you met him in his "furrow and apathy" days, then it turned out he'd actually want to have a fun one-time with you (that was your theory at that time, at least) and now he was standing in front of the register, asking you for a bit of your time. For some reason, this wasn't going the way you'd expect it to go.

For the first time ever, you didn't seem to see the "I don't give a damn fuck" in front of you. You weren't looking at the ladies' man either - this man was broken, sad, and lonely. Not apathetic or furious... Just broken. Deciding against your better judgment, you set the six-pack on the counter, looking at your wristwatch. "I can close the store two hours early, at 8 p.m., cannot do much more, unfortunately." - You mumbled, moving on to clicking the numbers on the register, not sparing Hopper another look. - "Does that work?" - Then you did something Hopper saw for the first time in a long time - you gave him a genuine smile. Sure, he made his subordinates laugh, ladies giggle and most of the people grin, but he hadn't seen a true, genuine smile in a few good years.

"You're a miracle worker, Y/N. Thank you. Hotdogs will be on me." "Wouldn't go with you otherwise." - Alright, you weren't stopping at a smile. Now you snickered too. - "Hope this isn't a date or anything, Hopper. Wouldn't like to interpret the situation in a wrong way." - Now, he felt a smile creeping in as well. So far, you seemed to be not only the only choice he had but the right one as well. In the end, even though you were just casually flirting for the last two weeks, you were probably the closest he had to a friend at the moment. Sure, he could call Joyce, but he wasn't exactly nicest to her lately.

Joyce was that kind of person who'd still take him in with her arms open - she was always like that. A beautiful, bright woman with a great spirit and a great heart. Her problem was that she knew - she knew his history since they knew each other for a very long time... And they even used to be friends back in the day. Joyce knew about Vietnam, about him moving to New York, about Diane... And... Joyce knew... She knew about her. About his small precious angel, his baby girl. And that was why Jim didn't want her to help. You were willing to spend an hour or two without knowing too much. What did you even know? That he's a grumpy asshat? And who didn't know that?

"I would never." - Jim played it off cool, shaking his head. - "Clearly, you're the only one having a wrong idea here. See you at eight, then?" "Woah, first asking me out and then forgetting to pay? Geez. 8.75, come on." - Just when he picked up the six-pack, you grabbed the other half of it, bringing down it down with a loud bang. Sure, it wasn't like you thought Jim is about to steal, but you really didn't want to pay it from your pocket. A moment later, you watched him leaving the shop - when he turned around for some reason, you waved at him, giving him another smile.

After talking to Karen, you were growing to like her more and more, who came to shop with her older son Mike, the rest of the day had gone by quite quickly. Of course, you informed Donald about closing two hours earlier (which he didn't say anything against since you were the only worker in town for the past two weeks), it was almost eight p.m. Humming one of those seventies guitar songs, you restocked some of the items in the electronics section, making sure everything was ready for the following day. The very last thing you did was that you hung your blue uniform in the back closet, noting to yourself that you truly had to sweep the floors as soon as possible. You didn't really want to, but someone had to. You couldn't just let Joyce walk into a messy excuse for a store. Furrowing and pressing your lips together, you watched the mess once more as you put on a light sweater. By a lucky coincidence, it was also the sweater you had on when you first walked around Hawkins - the one that brought both bad and good memories.

Taking in a long breath, your mind pushed you down the memory lane against your better judgment; you could still feel the itching as the man stared right at you. You remembered the first time he had ever seen you in this article of clothing and as you caressed the intricate patterns on it, recalling the way the man was smiling at you. The sun was shining through the windows of your apartment, filling the space up with warmth and light. But then something snapped, something changed; something so profound that you simply had to escape.

From the corner of your eye, you already saw Hopper parking in front of the store as you walked around and turned off all the lights. Grabbing your purse, you locked the cash register and pulled out the keys, closing the store for the night. For a short moment, you stood there in absolute silence, thinking about everything and anything at the same moment.

To your surprise, the man jumped out of the driver’s seat and stood standing in front of the car, dressed in one of those flannel shirts that looked super fly and expansive as shit - you never saw James Hopper appearing as normal as he appeared that evening. The work-related thoughts were suddenly forgotten as you put a hand on your hip, watching him smoke.

You hoped, for the love of God, that this wasn’t what it clearly indicated - Hopper trimmed his facial hair, quite clearly, dressed up all posh and stuff, picked you up, and intended to pay for you; what did he expect in return? You hoped his expectations were low because you grew to like his continuous attempts to seduce you. It was fun and it complimented you quite a lot; you weren’t ready to cut it all off just yet. Taking in a deep breath, you clung your hand onto the strap of your bag and reached for your keys as you walked out, locking the store.

“Hey.” - The man sprung on his feet immediately, opening his arm while looking at your post-work glory; sweaty and a bit greasy hair, your skin tone paler than usual and the bags under your eyes were dark blue. And to him, you still looked pretty darn attractive, to be honest; but that was something Hopper shook out of his head quite quickly, since he wasn’t in the mood for games, really. - “Hey.” - You mumbled back, opening your arms in the same way he did just to put them back down; as you sat down next to him, the awkwardness and silence were through the roof - and his song choice made you cringe even more. The first notes of Stand by Me started playing melancholically as you rolled your eyes. o much so that you closed your eyes and clenched your teeth together quickly before looking at him.

“Hopper, listen…” - You started before realizing that the man is looking at the radio of his Blazer with the same panic as you did, pressing next as if his life depended on it. Holy shit, you thought to yourself, this was a funny fucking coincidence. “I didn’t even know I have Ben King on this tape when I put it in an hour ago, I swear on my damn life.” - The man swore, and just the fact that you were snickering made him snicker back at you as he lowered the volume of the music, putting both his palms back on the steering wheel. - “How was work? All good?”

“Moderate I’d say.” - You answered honestly and rolled your window down, leaning your elbow into the frame as you played with the cold wind. - “Nothing too exciting. Karen Wheeler stopped by with her son who was giving me nasty looks, but I don’t think it was personal - he had to look after his younger sister, so he was annoyed. Joyce said he’s kinda cool when he hangs out with Will.”

“Oh, yeah, Joyce. How’s she?” - James asked while pulling his own window down, finishing his cigarette; the interaction was so regular, nothing out of the ordinary, and yet, it felt like the weirdest thing ever. You didn’t know how James managed to be present and absent at the same time, but you were fascinated by this trait; while humming at everything you told him, he was still furrowing in front of himself, not sparing you a single unnecessary look. - “She’s slowly losing her sanity; the first few days, she said the days off are magical, but now she can’t wait to get back to work. She says she’s getting bored out of her mind. And… What about you?” “What about me?” “Um, anything? How was your day, how you’re doing?”

That was when Hopper finally paid you a fair amount of attention. The man turned his head in your direction for a bit, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to figure out what should he answer. In the end, he just nodded awkwardly and literally stuttered out his answer.

"It... It was just another day at the station. I'm doing as usual." - The entire time, he kept on nodding to assure himself; making you sense the stench of bullshit in the air. The usual meant brooding and furrowing at everyone at everything he came in contact with - you've seen his 'usual' first hand. This was far from it, actually; this person was unsure and scared. So in response, you just lifted your eyebrow and asked... - "Are you sure about that?"

"Obviously." - Hopper snickered ironically, putting his big boy antics on. And after he said that, you both fell completely silent. Whatever he was going through, he obviously wasn't gonna simply spill the beans and tell you his darkest secret. Not that night anyway. To be fair, you understood that sentiment; you wouldn't talk to him about your former boyfriend either. The memories were bringing you a lot of pain and uncertainty, your self-confidence was mostly left in shambles and until that very day, you were still reminding yourself of what the asshole yelled at you at the top of his lungs. You knew that none of what your ex had spat in your face was true, but it still made you doubt yourself greatly. Who even were you? What were you even worth? What was holding you in this world? It would be so easy to...

Holding onto the door handle a bit too harshly made you snap out of all the thoughts circling through your mind. Hopper was still staring in front of himself with one of his elbows leaned into the opened window beside him as he watched the road with a bored expression. You've left Hawkins by that point, now driving through a deep, dark forest. There was something about the wilderness surrounding Hawkins that made you uneasy. You didn't really know why you felt so weird about the masses of trees and rocks covered in moss, but you were fairly sure that it wouldn't be a hiking destination of your choice. - "I know you're the chief of police." - You mumbled, giving him a careful smirk. - "And murder would be easy for you to just cover, but... I hope you're planning on dropping me in front of my place."

It was a rather joke you had just made; so much so that it made Hopper laugh quietly while turning left off the main road. "Lucky for you, I'm not in the mood for making a mess. But for real." - The man joked back, pointing his finger forward, making you look out of the window. - "This is the best hot-dog place you'll ever visit." In front of you, there was a small cabin with a neon sign that said 'Harry's'. Nothing more, nothing less - just Harry's. It was built directly next to a lake, having multiple piers around. It reminded you of a fisherman's hut; there were barrels, nets, and piles of ropes everywhere. If someone would take you here during the day, you'd never suspect it could be a restaurant. Parking the Blazer on the dusty driveway, you two didn't spend any time just looking around.

Hopper lead the way, giving you a moment to take the atmosphere in - the mass of water was making the air a bit chillier, the crickets were loud as all hell here in the middle of nowhere and the splashing of water was making you relaxed. Harry's establishment had a great view of the entire lake, especially if were to walk on one of the piers and took a look around. - "You good?" - The man called out to you when he saw you standing at the edge of the wooden construct, hugging yourself as you took in the surroundings. "Yea, sorry." - You smiled back, finally catching up with him.

The interior of the establishment was just as nice as the outdoors - the cabin had a story, and history could be felt as soon as you walked in. Everywhere around the walls, there were various fishing trinkets and big, black and white pictures of boats and fishermen; some, you assumed, were either former owners of said cabin or used the building previously. The tables were neatly set and cleaned, even though there haven't been many customers visiting at this time of the day. There was one old jukebox standing in the corner, playing pretty neat tunes. Overall, you found the place very enjoyable. Hopper walked to the owner nonetheless, leaning his elbows into the counter while lighting up another cig. You followed his example, pushing yourself up on the bar stool.

"Jim!" - To your surprise, the owner wasn't any guy in his late fifties with grey hair, wrinkles, and a big, good ol' smile. It was a woman in her thirties with her hair loosely framing her face. And dear lord, she was very pretty. - "What a surprise, haven't seen you in ages." "Same goes to you, Agnes. You look better and better each time I swing around here." - Suddenly, the flirty Hopper you knew was back - you knew the crooked smile, gently closed eyes, and tone of voice. Oh. So that was what Jonathan was talking about. The ladies' man Jim Hopper.

"Oh, come on, stop. I'm not giving you a discount." - Agnes shushed him while polishing a glass, turning her head to you. - "I assume you're here with him, eh? Don't mind him, he's an asshole." "Not fair." - Hopper protested with a chuckle, turning his eyes to you to hear your answer. "I kinda figured already, don't worry Agnes." - And at that, Agnes started to laugh loudly. Hopper, who should've seen that coming, simply tapped the counter and smiled ever more widely. To be fair, he didn't expect the evening to feel like that at all; he didn't expect to feel welcomed and kind of... What was the word... Happy that you're there. What you couldn't know was that Agnes was his old high-school friend who, as it turned out, was dating a woman as you spoke - it would be understandable if the friendly flirting would make you feel weird.

"Oh, Hopper, I like this girl. Where did you find her?" - The woman asked and patted your hand resting on the counter. - "I'll give you a discount, though. Don't worry." "Thanks." - You said with shy giggling, turning away from her.

Just ordering food took you twenty minutes - the conversation between the three of you was playful and pleasant, and you enjoyed every single bit of it. Hopper and Agnes bounced off each other with a great deal of laughter sandwiched within, making you join the conversation just when you felt like it. Agnes liked you, she really did; she really liked how your sassy one-liners made Hopper look at you with his lips parted, furrowing at what you've just said. Somewhat, she got the feeling that you're not one of his dates - you've been too dressed for that, you've been too polite for that and sadly, you were smarter than most of the women James tended to bring into her small restaurant. She sort of wished you were though because you'd be the first normal woman Jim would be able to seduce after fucking years.

"Here it is." - Agnes said while putting two hot dogs down on the countertop, springling mashed potato chips right on top of them, and putting two cans of coke right next to them. You needed to say that you haven't seen a hot dog looking as good as that, James was right. - "One of the best hot dogs in goddamn Indiana. Take my word for that."

"They look absolutely delicious." - With that, you finally slipped off the barstool and picked up your hot dog, making sure it won't fall out of your grasp. - "Thanks, Agnes. I'll definitely pop by sometime, because holy damn. And you want only four dollars for this amount of food? Wow." - When you were done praising the hot dog (which made the woman grin at you amusingly), you turned your head back to Hopper. - 'Wanna sit on the pier? The view looked fantastic." "Yea, sure." - James answered while picking his stuff up. As soon as you were out of the door, Agnes tugged on his flannel shirt, almost making him drop the food. Her eyes pierced right through his emotionless expression. - "This was the most normal, intelligent, and lovely girl you've ever brought here. And you only let me meet the women that pass into the second round of selection. If you fuck up, you're a goddamn fool. Just wanted to tell you that, moron."

At first, Hopper stood there and watched his friend furiously polish some of the mugs for beer, not knowing what this was about; only until he opened up his mouth with a slight 'awww' coming out. He could be so dense at times; so much so that Agnes repeated the awww mockingly. "You got all of this wrong." - He said, cracking up a bit while watching Agnes' eyes looking slowly rolling back. - "Yea, she's really pretty and I thought about that stuff, yannow, but... I'm not making a move here tonight, Agnes. Do you know what date it is?" - Upon that question, she glanced over to the calendar - she knew. Of course, she knew. - "She's not my date. She's my friend." - And with that, Hopper left the establishment, following you to the edge of the pier where you sat down and waved your legs around like an actual kid.

"Agnes is really nice and fun. You known her for long?" - You said while Hopper dropped next to you in the least elegant way possible. The man didn't answer to what you just said, he simply hummed and took a bite out of the hot dog. You were totally right - the view was simply magical. The air smelled fresh and damp, mixed in with the typical scent of the woods Hopper loved so much. Sometimes, while you stared at the water, you could see the fish splashing around and swimming here and there. "I know you're not fine." - You said all of a sudden, making Hopper choke on the bite he had just taken. He had to crack his can open and take a long chug to make sure he won't asphyxiate. - "It was pretty obvious that something had happened when you asked me to hang out with you, let alone that I'm basically a stranger to you. And I understand what's it like to feel isolated and lonely, like you don't have anyone to talk to or to confide in." - Saying that, you took another bite yourself, waiting for him to answer. Yet there was nothing more but the splashing of the water, the sounds of the forest, and the buzzing of crickets disturbing the silence. "I won't make you talk about what's really on your mind, or what happened, since you obviously don't want to tell me. Sure, it would be nice to know once some time passes by, but you have the right to keep your secrets safe. It wouldn't be too nice of me to do anyway, would it? But I want you to know that I really appreciate being the one you asked to help you out." - And with that, you gave him one of the purest smiles anyone had ever given to him. - "And I also appreciate that you showed me this hot dog place, Agnes fucking knows what she's doing."

It was officially at that moment when you stopped being the object of his lust - you were something more than that. You started to become his friend. That also meant that things were only about to get more and more complicated for Jim.

#stranger things #stranger things netflix #jim hopper x fem!reader #james hopper #we do love us a hopper in this house

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My CRITICAL ROLE-inspired NaNoWriMo novel’s playlist

Screw it, I’m going to share this. It doesn’t matter I’m terrified to do this because I think the Critter community will hate it (or me, or both). I’m doing it anyway.

Behold, the entirety of the playlist for my NaNoWriMo 2022 project, the Critical Role-inspired novel THE WIZARD AND THE WEAVER.

(For those not in the know, NaNoWriMo = National Novel Writing Month (aka November), where you have to write a 50,000+ word novel in 30 days. By no means does this mean your novel is *DONE*, it just means you’ve banged out 50k+ words for it. This year, I hit 65k+ in 30 days!)

The prologue is set in 819 PD, the first third-ish of the novel taking place about six months after the end of C2 (not long after TM9:Reunited) in 837 PD, and the last two-thirds taking place five years after that in 842 PD. And as you can guess by the title, it’s a Caleb-centric novel.

Force of habit, I love writing ‘back cover blurbs.’

And I had art done for it, too, courtesy of the awesomesauce @cvleart!

As well as this gorgeousness by @cynicalstith...

Anyway, I promised myself that once I was done, I would post the full track list and a bit about each song (a la the official playlists).

(Full disclosure: as I get into editing this book in 2023, I will likely be adding to the playlist, moving tracks around, etc.)

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Vault of Glass - Ursine Vulpine, Will Post One of what I call my ‘trailer’ songs, where my mind spins a trailer about one of my books, if I could actually animate it and have voiceover and all that. The clockwork beat and constant repeat of "Again... again... again..." emphasizes the nature of Caleb and Malastra’s journey.

Dust and Light - Twelve Titans Music Another of my "trailer" pieces... I used this for a RIFT trailer I made ages ago for the Nightmare Tide expansion, and Raelskye’s traumatic quest (and Cyril’s role in it) reminds me a bit of Malastra’s here.

Welcome to Wildemount - Critical Role, Colm R. McGuinness My primary researching music.

The Labyrinth - Poets of the Fall The song that was very much the inspiration for Malastra. And I absolutely love, love, LOVE Poets of the Fall.

Firedancer - Poets of the Fall This is Caleb’s theme song and NOTHING anyone says will ever convince me otherwise. THIS IS MY HILL AND I WILL DIE ON IT.

It's the Fear - Within Temptation Malastra has spent so much of her young life running from her fears, but it’s hard to escape them when she carries them within her, and what she fears most is herself.

Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier Caleb. Full stop. A nod to dear Liam and the original playlists for Caleb.

Let Me Out - Hidden Citizens, Ranya Another of my absolutely favorite groups. In this case, this song has SO many layers of meaning for Malastra.

A New Machine, Pt. 1 - Pink Floyd Eleven lost years... and Caleb's own worst nightmare.

Damascus - Conjure One, Rhys Fulber The thirteenth of Cuersaar, the Night of Ascension, 819 PD - there is blood on the moon as flames leap into the sky in Blumenthal, and the doom of Sevnochiner is born.

I See Fire - Zyrah Kasian's vision, and the fate of Sevnochiner.

Lady of Worlds - Miracle of Sound “We all have a destiny. Whether we want one or not.”

Born In Flames - In This Moment Caleb's not the only one whose life was transformed and traumatized by fire...

Don't Let Me Go (Acoustic) - RAIGN This is Kasian's song.

Gone Away - Noctura Kasian is gone, but Malastra still remembers.

Throw Away - Blue Stahli Eleven years in an asylum for him. Thirteen years on the run for her. The song that sums up those lost, torturous years for both of them.

Unbroken - Really Slow Motion Another song that describes those painful years of self-searching for both Caleb and Malastra.

Once In My Life - The Decemberists Another nod to dearest Liam here, since it wouldn’t be a Caleb playlist without the Decemberists on it. And this is for both Caleb and Malastra.

Wait for Sleep - Dream Theater Exhausted, starving, alone, and afraid, Malastra dreads every sundown...

Whisper - Evanescence ... because when the sun goes down, the nightmares come out to play.

The Mystic's Dream - Loreena McKennitt From Issylra to Tal'Dorei to Wildemount, a glowing thread of destiny leads a girl onward to the flame that will light her future.

Love Theme from The Dark Crystal - Trevor Jones A half-mad, half-dead girl arrives on a wizard's doorstep... and their lives are forever changed.

Deliver Me - Sarah Brightman The very first meeting between Malastra and Caleb. Another scene I want to commission art for.

I Love the Way You Say My Name - Scarlet Dorn, Chris Harms "'Freundin'... Zemnian. It means 'friend.'"

Someone Like You - Jekyll & Hyde This is 100% Malastra’s feelings toward Caleb. Unfortunately, her feelings are a naïve tangled mess and not nearly as simple as she’d like to think they are. Never mind his feelings for her...

Jesus to a Child - George Michael Caleb’s feelings toward Malastra... sort of. I had also considered using "Father Figure" (also by George Michael), but that song takes their relationship a little TOO close to a line neither they nor I think they should cross. For Caleb, the problem is that he feels several different conflicting things.

Haunting Me - Stabbing Westward The dysfunctional side of Malastra and Caleb’s relationship. And it also works for how their pasts won’t leave them alone.

Lune - Notre-Dame de Paris This version’s in French, and I’m still not even sure I’ll keep this one, but this is the Essek song on the list. Here we have Essek singing about Caleb, but unlike in the original show where Gringoire is a neutral observer, I imagine Essek is painfully aware of what Caleb is going through because he cares for Caleb.

Towers Of The Void - Brian Reitzell The story behind a name.

When All is Lost - Timothy Robert Shortell The music behind several touching conversations between the Empire kids. The dynamic between Beauregard and Caleb was just pure pleasure to write, and seeing how their friendship has just deepened over the years.

Until It Sleeps - Metallica Considering that Malastra’s nightmares can KILL people, "It" in this song is Malastra herself.

A Sacrifice to Save You - Effsio Cross If I could set the montage of Caleb's research and study about Malastra and her magic to music, it'd be this. Day after day, night after night, chasing down the truth of what haunts this strange girl.

I Bleed for You - Peter Gundry The Wizard at work in the chamber of endless possibility atop the Tower.

Walking in the Air - Nightwish Caleb showing off his magic to Malastra, showing her just how beautiful the world can be when you let it.

As the World Falls Down - David Bowie The ballroom scene in LABYRINTH very much informed a certain aspect of Malastra and Caleb's perceptions of each other at one point...

Malleus Maleficarum - Hans Zimmer The crafting of the Pendant of Dreamless Rest.

Carry Me - Eurielle If the pendant that Caleb crafts for Malastra has a theme song, this is it.

Lullaby (Goodnight, My Angel) - Billy Joel Caleb to Malastra as she sleeps, safe and truly at peace for the first time in her life. And yes, I want art for this too. I want art for a LOT of the scenes I imagine in this book, okay?

Of These Chains - Red Malastra as she's preparing to leave Caleb for the first time and go in search of her destiny.

Prayer - The Scarlet Pimpernel Caleb after Malastra leaves. He knows that her leaving is the right thing for her to do... but the human heart is a complicated thing.

Recover - Globus, Anneke Van Giersbergen Malastra’s journey during the five-year time skip.

Spell of the Heart - Isabella LeVan "Gute nacht, Caleb. I miss you." "Gute nacht, freundin. Ich vermisse dich auch." This song was a deliciously unexpected discovery (thanks to a friend of mine for pointing me at Isabella’s work), and was SUCH a perfect representation of the five-year time skip between Act 1 and Act 2 as far as Caleb and Malastra’s relationship was concerned.

Sleep Well, My Angel - We Are The Fallen Malastra and Caleb talking about each other, not realizing that they are both making the exact same mistake.

Hurt - Christina Aguilera Caleb and Malastra about their respective parents, and in a melancholic fashion, about each other during the time skip.

Witch Hunt - Abney Park Don't stop running, Malastra...

Only Us - Miracle of Sound Once lovers, then enemies, now uneasy allies - Astrid leads Caleb ever closer to temptation... all he has to do is hand over Malastra.

Back to the Blooming Grove - Critical Role, Steven Grove Reunited after five years, and in serious need of divinely-inspired insight, Caleb takes Malastra to the Savalirwood to consult with Caduceus.

The Rite of Destiny - Chance Thomas Malastra's musical offering at the Blooming Grove, and a blessing woven upon the temple.

Journey to the Abyss - Daniel Health Caleb, Beau, and Malastra journey to Vasselheim in search of answers.

Coda - Matt Uelmen "Once there was, and was not, in ancient Issylra..."

Raven - Melissa VanFleet Within the blood pool of communion of Raven's Crest, Malastra and Caleb each have their own soul-rending encounter with the Matron of Ravens, but not surprisingly, they are left with more questions than answers.

Helix - Soul Extract The darker, dysfunctional side of Malastra’s relationship with Caleb, while the latter half’s instrumental is very much Caleb, Malastra, et al bringing the fire.

Behind the mind - Zero-Project Searching for answers and guidance at the behest of the Raven Queen, Malastra's soul reaches beyond the veil and encounters the Champion of the Matron of Ravens... Vax'ildan.

Until Eternity (Orchestral Version) - Blackbriar Malastra sees through Vax'ildan's eyes, and learns of the doomed love that saved Tal'Dorei...

Taken by Storm - Christian Reindl Malastra's first experience with the Tapestry.

Eternal Flame - Randall Jermain, Alexa Ray, Atom Music Audio The anthem of the Mighty Nein.

The Volstruckers - Critical Role, Colm R. McGuinness The Empire will do anything to protect its secrets, and it trusts only a very, very few to safeguard those secrets at any cost.

Burn - I Will Never Be The Same When the Volstrucker get their hands on Caleb, hoping to lure in Malastra. Fick ihr alle.

Crimson Blaze - 2WEI I love 2WEI's music so much - and this was an immediate choice for the Volstrucker vs Caleb fight.

I Remember - Les Friction, Emily Valentine I love this band so much. This one is Caleb, and the bitter, broken, warped role that love has played in his life, courtesy of Trent, Astrid, and Eadwulf. Here is Caleb reaching out to Malastra and the Nein, his heart screaming for their help.

Destiny of Mankind (Choir) - Two Steps From Hell Malastra and the Nein arrive to take back their friend, and the gods help whoever stands in their way.

Magic Fortuna (New Version) - Highland Caleb being a badass.

Torsion - Mark Petrie “We’re not going to run, freundin... we’re going to fly.” It's Caleb and Malastra vs the Volstrucker in a desperate airborne battle over the towers of Rexxentrum.

Nightfall - J2, Elvor After fleeing Rexxentrum, Caleb and Malastra escape and hide in the Tower, but separated from the Nein, injured, and hunted, Caleb wonders how long they can evade the Volstrucker.

Requiem of the Night - Audiomachine The nine chambers of memory.

In Your Arms - Ryan Louder, Ashley Serena A theme that keeps showing up over and over is Caleb holding Malastra. For a girl who has never known kindness, it's small wonder that this is the safest place for her.

Kill Or Be Killed (No Vocals) - Epic Score Someone wants Malastra dead, but the Nein aren't going to just stand by and let that happen.

Freedom Fighters - Two Steps From Hell Another one of my 'trailer' pieces, this would absolutely be the montage of the Mighty Nein encouraging, training, and helping Malastra discover her true power, as well as her true self.

Wargirl - Sybrid, Tatiana Shishkova The paladin, the clerics, the wizard, the rogue, the monk, the blood hunter, and the barbarian team up to train the weaver.

Boat On The River - Styx Kingsley and Malastra sharing a moment as the tiefling takes her under his wing.

Peace Like a River - Dean Evenson A shared love of music leads to a tender moment of friendship and understanding between Yasha and Malastra.

The Grey Havens - Chance Thomas A bittersweet moment between Malastra and Marion, the Ruby of the Sea.

Tairitsu - Yuki Hayashi "By the light of the Luxon..." Malastra’s first glimpse of just how much damage was done to the Tapestry thanks to Essek’s actions, and a very hard, very painful conversation between Essek and Malastra.

Prime Directive - Mark Petrie First the Volstrucker, then the Lens - and it's dunamancy vs Weaving.

No One But You - Erutan While the song itself is so perfect for Malastra’s simplest, heartfelt feelings for Caleb, the music behind this one became the basis for the song "Oror, Oror" that Malastra sings while soul-weaving. It was heartbreaking to write a lullaby for Malastra, and I tear up every time I listen to it. (It’s also canon that Malastra cries every time she sings the last chorus.)

Influence - Elephant Music Until now, all of Malastra's nightmares have been reliving her past... but when that changes.,,

Darkness Falls - UNSECRET, Cece and the Dark Hearts The Nein are trapped in Malastra's nightmarish vision of the destruction of Exandria. GODS, I want so badly to commission art of this scene, but it’d cost me a FORTUNE. (And this song, by the way, was the one that absolutely crystallized the plot of THE WIZARD AND THE WEAVER.)

End of an Empire - Celldweller The Dwendalian Empire and the Kryn Dynasty. 'Nuff said.

Oblivion Awaits - Neal Acree With some help from Caduceus, the Nein and Malastra learn the dark secret about Sevnochiner.

Fade to Black - Les Friction The fate of the Weavers.

I'm Not Okay (I Promise) (cover) - Chase Holfelder, Tom Evans Malastra and Caleb - broken, stumbling, praying for deliverance. I hear this song and I imagine them dancing quietly together in the salon of Widogast’s Nascent Nein-Sided Tower, almost afraid to even look at each other but still clinging to each other, and then at various times through the book, sobbing in the other’s arms.

Neo-Somnovem Incarnate - Critical Role, Colm R. McGuinness No plan survives contact with the enemy, but if anyone is at their best when everything goes wrong and the chips are down, it's the Mighty Nein.

Sanctity of Sorrow - Damned Anthem The Mighty Nein vs the Empire and the Dynasty.

Bound by Purpose - Twelve Titans Music Sometimes you have to take a stand, even knowing you're doomed to fail.

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik (Epic Trailer Version) - Hidden Citizens If I could animate a video of Caleb pulling out ALL the stops with his magic, it'd be to this song.

Sonera - Thomas Bergersen The Weaver coming into her own at last, with the Wizard by her side.

Survivor - 2WEI, Edda Hayes A cover of the Destiny's Child song, this is absolutely the anthem for both Caleb and Malastra at the climax of the book. For all that their pasts have broken them, still they rise up from the ashes to emerge "bloodied, bold, and resolute." And for the second half, we have the Wizard and the Weaver REALLY bringing their powers to bear, fully in control and absolutely ready to WRECK someone’s shit.

Unusual Way - Linda Eder For all the heartache and confusion and pain they put each other through...

Let It Be Me (Epic Trailer Version) - J2, Miranda Dianne When you finally find someone worth fighting for... and living for.

Vengeance Is Mine 2.0 - Epica A new Hall of Destinies to build, a new Dzayny to serve it, and a new Weaver to guard it.

The Stars Are Out - Dexter Britain "Wilkommen zuhause, liebchen."

#critical role #campaign 2 #the mighty nein #caleb widogast #malastra #fanfiction #writing #nanowrimo #the wizard and the weaver

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peace-for-levi · 3 years ago

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CECE!! congrats on 300<333 i am so happy for you and wish you all this and more my dear❤️❤️❤️

could i ask for a tea and sweet treat? whatever u feel like though my love!

about me: i have brown medium length brown hair w bangs and hazel eyes ; im short and stocky ; my pronouns are she/her

im a super bubbly person! i love chatting and spending time with people ; my love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation. i love finding new media to consume, books, shows, music, etc and then sharing my finds with people! sometimes i struggle with sharing my feelings because i dont want to be a burden but at the same time i value vulnerability.

my mbti is esfj ; my big three & venus are taurus sun, sag moon, scorpio rising, and aries venus

i prefer male relationships but i swing either way:)

ideal dates: while i like to stay in a lot of the time, whenever i find the person that i really vibe with, i want to go out 24/7 and explore. whether that’s out hiking, on a picnic, to a museum, or dancing, anything that involves finding new places is a must for me

marriage: i surprisingly like the idea of marriage (whenever im not alone and in a deep fear of intimacy)! i wanna write my own vows and everything and the receptions gonna be lit as hell. i like simplicity so deco and my dress and everything are pretty minimalistic (referring to my pinterest board LMAOO)

and for the sweet treat!

could i request a canonverse jean letter please? im thinking it’s a letter from him while he’s away on an ambassador’s trip to another country, talking about how much he misses me and the kids, reminiscing on old times (like how he used to sneak out of the scouts camps to meet me if he was close to the town; how he brought a mountain of presents back from the marley reconnaissance mission along with a promise ring, etc.) to keep him sane, just a whole lotta fluff

congrats again, cece! im so glad to be apart of your following:)

Requests for this event are CLOSED.

However, general requests for oneshots/thirsts/headcanons are OPEN.

Hi dearest!!

I’m so sorry this took so long, gah I’m terrible. Life got super messy (when is it not messy) and my writing was put on hold for ages!

Based on the information you have given me for your match-up, I personally think you’d pair very well with… Jean Kierstein!

You had me at the love languages I think? I feel like Jean could match those perfectly and be the most loving and attentive partner to you! He can be very touchy-feely (not sure about in public) and will almost always have an arm wrapped around you. If you’re walking somewhere, his thumb is stroking circles into your hand, or his arm is loosely wrapped around your waist as you crack jokes and laugh loudly. He’s also a sweetheart with words. He does make mistakes here and there - who doesn’t? - but he learns what it is you like to hear when you are feeling down, what he can do to cheer you up or if he just needs to be quiet while you vent.

DATES WITH JEAN ARE SO CUTE. SORRY, BUT I DO PICTURE YOU TWO SHARING HEADPHONES ON THE SUBWAY OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT??? This is the quality time coming in, maybe. Any moment with you is cherished, and he cherishes you. So if you’re doing something as mundane as sitting next to each other - maybe you’re reading a new book - he’s reading with you and flicking the page. GAH ADORABLE I KNOW, JEAN IS ADORABLE.

Jean understands you very well, I think he’d love to bookshop for you (risky for anybody who is in a relationship with a bookworm.) But you always read them, even if you don’t complete the book because he will be furiously mulling over the books available. He’s analysing the colour scheme of the cover (as superficial as it is), if you want the ‘official’ version, the blurb, strong female characters, the feel of the book itself.

Maybe in turn you’re always updated your shared playlist that you listen to as you cook dinner? There’s a great playlist on Spotify called ‘cooking omlettes with jean kirstein’ - some classic 80s and 90s music in there! If you’re both dancing in the kitchen together as you cook, can be be SURE he’s twirling you around and doing that thing where he spins you around and catches you. A song that comes to mind is Blue Moon by Frank Sinatra

Waking up early to go on hikes to see the sunrise??? UGH YES AND THEN HE’S BRINGS YOU FOR COFFEE AFTERWARDS. BEANIE YOURE KILLING ME HERE, I LOVE JEAN.

museum dates are SO jean. you two could spend hours there. in a similar vein, maybe you two would dig aquarium dates?? omg and wanting go get a fish after? jean says it's practice for a bigger commitment (like kids if you want them, or a dog/cat/etc) but he also kinda just loves fish. don't speak to him as he stares at the fishies - he's in his element. but that can also be said about paintings (yes, i see him as an artist/art enthusiast in a modern AU!)

gah now i want a jean to myself

Below you’ll find your moodboard!

and now, your letter!

(seems like your letter implied civilian!SO but i couldn’t tell so I left it open. i have a handwritten font in pictures and there is text below as well in case it is hard to read.)

To my darling,

I hope you are doing well.

I do apologise for the delay in letters, travelling from country to country, I sometimes don’t get around to seeing a letterbox. Armin has planned a very strict itinerary for us; meetings, grand-unveilings or openings of new governmental bodies and such. I have had this letter folded in my briefcase for the longest time. It’s a miracle I hadn’t lost it (sorry.)

I miss you terribly. It’s been about two months since I last saw you and the kids, but by the time you read this I’ll probably be on my way home to Paradis. Living with you is something I’ll never regret, even if it means I’m away for some time…Maybe I’ll ask Armin to give me some more time off next time. He is sort of in charge of this whole thing.

At night is when I miss you the most, dear. What about you? Armin has Annie so I guess he’s alright (I won’t comment on Mikasa… as you can imagine it’s still rough), Reiner is obsessively wishing Historia was still single. Although, he and Pieck have gotten a bit close - I can’t see that working out, though? That is my personal opinion.

I like to imagine you in my arms at night (even if that means I get verbally accosted by Reiner in the morning for hugging my pillow), it helps me sleep. You know, the other night, I was thinking about the time back in the days of the Scout Regiment and we snuck out to the lake? The nostalgia really hit me. You know… you were the one to push me in first and I had to pretend I was a natural at swimming. I know we learned to swim back in the Cadet Corps but it was never needed. I had to impress you somehow, okay?! Captain Levi wasn’t impressed to see me walking back soaked to the bone… But even so, I think we just kept sneaking out?

Speaking of, we should visit the Captain again soon. He gave us a nice tea hamper of sorts as a wedding gift, and I don’t think we ever got to thank him properly? Maybe a trip to Marley is in order? Besides, Gabie and Falco haven’t met our kids yet!

If you’re in Marley, maybe I can upgrade the promise ring I got you all those years ago? If you want. I remember how happy you were when you opened the velvet box… gosh, I miss your beautiful smile. You looked so beautiful that day. You do everyday to me, in every conceivable way. In every angle, every outfit, every pose, everything. I’m so glad you’re the mom to our kids, you know that, right?

Tell the kiddos Papa misses them dearly. I can’t wait to hug you all when I get back (with souvenirs this time, before the eldest whines and goes off in a huff.) We can all go out again as a family then.

I love you darling,

Jean

#cece; writing #answered<3 #moots; beanie #cece.300 #jean #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirstein matchup #snk match ups #aot matchup #jean x reader #jean kirschtein fluff

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sweetlavenderwritings · 5 years ago

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Little to No Space

summary: tendou has a little crush on a certain someone, their straight faced manager that never reacts to his weird shenanigans. his best friend advises that they should get closer.

-or, you get stuck in a locker with the guess monster.

a/n: this was based off an asmr i listened to a couple nights ago (you were hiding in a locker with a teacher of yours) it was kinda funny bc the one who voiced it was oikawa’s official va. anyways, take whatever this is lol.

pairing/s: tendou satori x reader

wc: 2 147 (whoops)

tags: crack, comedy(?), humor, ur literally just in a funny situation lol, nsfw implication if u squint

-ꦼ———▸ crossposted on ao3

⋅. ♪ .⋅ Loving Tendou Playlist

“You need to stop staring at our manager and actually talk to her Satori.” Ushijima’s deep voice broke him out of his trance, catching his attention.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wakatoshi-kun.” He deflected. Okay, maybe he did tend to stare at you. But he swears he didn’t do it that much.

Ushijima rolled his eyes at that, “I may not be the brightest when it comes people-”

“You got that right.” He snickered while putting his gym clothes away.

“As I was saying, I at least know she isn’t the least bothered by you,” he shut his locker door with a firm bang, interrupting his musing for a moment, “we can all see how she isn’t fazed by whatever antics you flung at her.”

“But that’s just because she’s just like you!” His best friend raised his brows at him. “Not completely, but she’s uhh, I don’t know-stoic. Straight faced and doesn’t say anything much unless necessary.”

“I’m not stoic.”

“Sure you aren’t.” Has he really not noticed?

“So you’re implying that you can be close to her?” He knew his best friend can be quite obtuse sometimes, but where did that come from?

“That’s not what I’m saying at all, where did even get that idea?” He turned his attention to his duffel bag, already done with the conversation.

But it seems Ushijima wasn’t, “You said she was just like me, even if it was just a bit. And since we’re close, that means you could be with her as well.”

“You’re grasping at short straws here Ushiwaka,” he teased. “Why do you seem so persistent to get me to talk to her?”

“Because I think she might be one of the few people that would actually tolerate your weird personality, rather than shun you for it like most people would.” Oh, that was actually helpful. He knew Ushijima rarely spoke, but whenever he did, it was always something meaningful and helpful.

Ushijima scratched at his neck, looking around the locker room looking for something.

“Uhh, watcha looking for there buddy?”

“I’m missing my pair of socks.” Ushijima groaned. Suddenly, all his previous thoughts of him being meaningful was diminished within a second.

“That’s the fourth time this week ‘Toshi.”

“I know, but for some reason they don’t end up where they’re supposed to be.” He was pouting, the redhead could tell. You wouldn’t actually see it until you looked closely.

He had to reassure their captain before he drones about ads he read in today’s newspaper. He was not interested in discounts held for sock stores. “We’ll ask the janitors tomorrow, okay? Don’t fret about it.”

Satisfied with his answer, Ushijima nodded. They both grabbed their bags then turned to leave, until they heard a knock at the door.

“Uhm, excuse me. Is Tendou-kun here by any chance?” Speak of the devil...

He stilled, clearly not expecting for you to look for him. He wondered how long you’ve been there, hoping you haven’t heard a single word from their conversation that just happened to be about you.

Ushijima looked at him, a faint smirk curved at the corners of his lips. He gave him a look as if to say, this is your chance.

Without consulting him if he even wanted to answer, he strode towards the door and opened it without warning, causing you to jump back in surprise. The basket of jerseys nearly fell from your hands in shock.

He mentally slapped himself in the face. Way to go Wakatoshi, scare off our manager.

“Satori’s right here,” He waved to him, standing still like a deer in the headlights. “I must go.” He walked past you, leaving no space for you to even start a conversation with him.

“Oh, uhm alright. Thank you Ushijima-san.” You waved to Ushijima before to turning to him, looking at him with a blank expression.

“I’m sorry, it seems I interrupted you on your way home. But I promise this will be quick.” You said with a flat tone. You reached down on the freshly laundered basket of jerseys, fumbling with the different colored fabrics as you looked for something.

With a victorious ‘ah’, you held up a familiar pair of socks.

“I kept seeing these somewhere in your locker rooms whenever I clean after practice. I usually just place them on the benches but this time it was on basket with the rest of the jerseys so I took the liberty to wash them.” He took them from your hands, fingers lightly brushing when he grab ahold of the very socks his best friend was pouting about. He jolted, feeling a sensation from the minimal contact.

Either you ignored him or didn’t notice, which was probably the latter, you moved on to place the basket on a corner.

‘You need to stop staring at our manager and actually talk to her Satori.’

“So, how are you managing so far manager-chan?” He hoped his voice didn’t reveal how nervous he was to be alone with you.

In truth, he liked being with you at any chance he could get. It was fun flinging non-nonsensical shit at you, just to get a reaction. It was like a challenge for him really, wanting nothing more than to see you flustered or even better, laugh at his jokes just for once.

You never looked irked or disgusted by his whole demeanor, which was something he appreciated a lot. He hoped you never would, fearing that it might be the inevitable truth he wasn’t willing to accept.

That he was a monster no one could truly understand.

“I’m still afraid of getting hit by a ball every time Ushijima-san serves, but other than that I’m doing fine.” You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, exhaustion evident on your face. “You’re not going home, Tendou-san? It’s already late, I suggest you hurry now so you can rest easy for tomorrow’s practice.”

He smirks, suddenly feeling a mood for a good teasing. “Dawww, is our dear little manager concerned for the resident Guess Monster?” He quirked a brow as he leered at you with a teasing grin.

Unperturbed, you tilted your head, looking a bit puzzled. “Of course I am. I am your manager after all, isn’t it my job to look after the team?”

“Don’t be shy, you can just say you like me, manager-chaaan~” He thought really shouldn’t tease you like that but he really can’t help himself.

What happened next surprised him the most.

He figured you’d wave off his teasing like always, roll your eyes then move on with your day. But instead, he spots the blushing of your cheeks. Something he didn’t expect from you at all.

He opens his mouth to say something but stops at the sounds of footsteps nearing the locker room.

Shit. If the team saw you alone with him in the locker rooms at this hour it’ll be the death of him. You wouldn’t have cared, but he knows they’ll hold it over his head and tease him relentlessly, insinuating that there’s something going on between the two of you.

With a hushed ‘Quick!’ he grabs your arm then pulls you into a vacant locker. He shuts the door in haste, making a loud bang that makes him wince.

“Tendou what’re you-” he shuts you up with a hand covering your mouth. He looks at you pleadingly as he zips up his lips, urging you to stay quiet. You nod with his hand still covering your lips.

“Hurry up Semi! We’re gonna be late!” Reon’s voice booms loudly as they enter the room, causing the both of you to jump in surprise.

“Wait a damn minute will you? I just forgot my wallet.” The sound of a locker opening fills in the sudden silence. He waits with a bated breath hoping they’ll leave soon.

But it seems that wasn’t the case.

“Say... Isn’t that Tendou’s duffel bag?” You both hear Shirabu’s voice ask with uncertainty. Tendou freezes, unsure what to do.

There’s a muffled noise of shuffling. “Yeah, it’s his alright. It’s his jacket draped over it.”

“Then why is it still here? Shouldn’t he have left by now?”

“Didn’t we pass by Ushijima just earlier?” Shit. Shit. Shit.

The locker you were both hiding in was getting hotter by the minute. He feels a sweat trickle down his neck as he tries not to breathe loudly as to not grab attention.

When Ushijima told him to get closer to you, he surely didn’t mean this!

Your soft hands reach to take his off your mouth. He mouths a soft ‘sorry’ but you shake your head softly, not minding his mistake in the slightest. With the ongoing conversation about his whereabouts outside he distracts himself with little details he begins to notice.

Like how you smelled of baby powder and faint deodorant, or how there are strands of your hair sticking to your exposed neck from your ponytail. He tries hard not to think about how close you were. Your shoulders pressed against his chest, head just below his chin, and your hips just right where his-

“Tendou-kun,” he hears you whisper. He cranes his just a bit, trying to get a look at your face. “Your phone is bumping my hip, I know there’s not much space but can you please move it a bit?”

Phone? What phone? He was pretty sure he left it in his bag━

“Sorry.” He apologizes meekly, wiggling his hips away from you as he desperately wills his sudden hard on to calm down. This locker was gonna be the death of him soon if he stays here any longer.

He thanks whatever deity is at work above for your obliviousness. A blessing in disguise he’s really thankful at the moment.

“Eh, why’re we wasting time here? He probably just went to the bathroom.” Semi cuts off as he grabs his wallet. Tendou thanks the ashen blond silently, promising not to tease him just for a day.

He hears the door shut. He waits until the footsteps are completely gone, then sighs in relief when no one comes back.

“Phew, that was a close call. Who knows what might’ve happened if they found us here.” He lets out a laugh, “we can leave now, [y/n]-chan.”

Then he’s looking at you, head ducked so he couldn’t see much of your face. But he peers between the strands of your hair and finally notices how flustered you look.

He smirks. “[y/n]-chan?”

For once in your life, you try to avoid his eyes.“O-oh! Tendou-kun, are they gone yet?”

“If I knew better manager-chan~ Judging by your flustered face, I would assume you actually wanted to stay here with me.”

Your eyes widen like saucers. “No! It’s just that it’s cramped in here, it got hot so I am blushing for different reasons!” Your composure was breaking by the minute, hands flailing in exaggeration as you try to explain in defense.

He barks out a laugh. “Manager-chan, I was just kidding! Calm down for me, hm?” You don’t reply.

“Alright, I’m sorry for teasing you.” He says as he reaches for the knob, “let’s just get out of here-”

You shoot your hand on his wrist, surprising the both of you. “Uh... about what you just said.”

He waits for you to continue. With a deep breath you try to finish your sentence. “I don’t mind, being here with Tendou-kun.... that’s all.”

The message clicks in his brain. I like you Tendou-kun.

“Oh.” He replied numbly. He was sure he must’ve looked stupid with the face he was making, still awestruck at what you just admitted.

You giggle, a sound he finds himself emitting to his memory.

“You’re weird as ever Tendou-kun,” the look of adoration you gave him nearly made him choke. “But that’s fine, I like that about you.”

Two confessions all at once? Was this a dream? Boy, he surely was gonna panic about this to Ushijima later, not that he’d be any of help.

Waving away the butterflies in his stomach, he ruffles your hair. “You’re too full of surprises today [y/n]-chan. Someday you’re gonna give me a heart attack if you just suddenly give me these cute faces without warning.”

He feels himself smile wide at another bashful look you give him.

“Now let’s get out of here.” He twists the knob inside but it doesn’t budge. Confused, he tries to twist it another way but it still doesn’t move. He struggles with it for a minute until he gives up.

It wouldn’t open.

“Uhh... Tendou-kun, I think we might have to call the others.” He hears you say tentatively.

“Sure, do you have your phone with you?”

You pat your pockets for a second. “Oh, I must’ve left it in my bag. How about we use your phone instead?”

“...”

#LSAHDLKAS #no editing again #imma pass out now lol #tendou x reader #tendou satori #tendou satori x reader #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #tendou satori x you #haikyuu satori #satori fluff #tendou fluff #haikyuu tendou #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu

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littlegiantposts · 4 years ago

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movie night

pairing: todoroki x f!reader

warning: strong language probably. possible anime/manga spoilers! grammar mistakes :( I suck at writing

summary: It’s not that Y/n didn’t want friends, it’s just people always found her intimidating

a/n: this is completely self-indulgent lol sorry about that, so like yeah I’m gonna be saying y/n, but also i am deriving her personality, attitude, looks from a character that I’ve sort of made up in my head haha. also idk if this is like a headcanon, imagine, or like a scenaro....so sorry. And like, sort of a side note, I love making main characters that are like sorta op so y/n’s quirk and story is sorta insane, but you guys dont really have to worry about it too much because its not really in this so....yeah, i guess its just some context. I wrote this while listening to a playlist I made, titled, “ur a badass hero with class 1-a” on spotify so if ppl wanna hear it, I will post a link to it lol. OH and class 1-a are in their second year! That’s a lot, sorry! But, I hope you enjoy!

y/n’s quirk (if ur curious): controlling the 4 elements (aang from the last airbender vibe lmao); but she also got a companion named koda (think of Moro-no-kimi from Princess Mononoke for the look)

Y/n was never good at making friends. It’s not like she didn’t try, because she did. When she was a little kid, living on Catalina Island, she made a lot of attempts to make friends with fellow children in her pre-school and middle school. It just seemed that they wanted nothing to do with her, talking bad about her behind her back or acting as if she just didn’t exist.

It started to get exhausting for Y/n to keep trying and ending up always failing. So, when enrolling in the top hero school, UA, Y/n thought that maybe, just maybe, things would be different.

Nonetheless, it’s not like she had absolutely no one. She had Koda! Her best friend in the whole wide world, well her only friend, which was her pet wolf. However, Koda doesn’t like being called a “pet”, let’s stick with her companion. They are quite the inseparable duo.

Y/n looked down at Koda from her desk who was lulling herself to sleep on the floor as Present Mic was teaching an English lesson. Y/n wished she too can sleep at this moment, “It wouldn’t hurt if I just closed my eyes for just a couple minutes.” Y/n thought. Oh, she was wrong though.

“Alright! We are going take a short break since we need to get our new textbooks,” Present Mic’s voice rang through her ears with all his elongation and passion, “Y/n and Todoroki! What about you two go get the books from the library!” Y/n would have jolted at the mention of her face, but she was honestly too tired to do so.

She nodded her head, got up from her desk, and looked at Koda if he was going to follow her. Of course, he perked up at the mention of her name and was going with her. A small smile was now on Y/n’s lips. Y/n was glad that she knew she can depend on Koda, always in her corner.

As she pushed her chair away from her desk, getting up and walking towards the door, she didn’t realize that most of the class was either looking at her or the half and half boy, for he had to endure the trip with the enigma that is Y/n.

The class just doesn’t know Y/n that well. She was one of the new students this year, along with Shinso. However, they at least knew of Shinso from last year. Y/n was a brand-spanking new addition to the class. Not to mention, her introduction to the class was nothing short of intimidating.

Aizawa knew Y/n had a lot of strengths. In fact, he used her skills as a type of learning lesson for the class. Not to mention, he completely singled her out during the “lesson” as he instructed the class that Y/n will have a bell that is tied around her belt. All they had to do was get the bell. Y/n, being the competitive person she was, didn’t back down at this challenge. Safe to say, no one was able to get the bell that day.

Y/n sighed at the memory. “Maybe, if you had some chill, you would be able to get a friend, Y/n” a voice in her head said, causing Y/n’s shoulders to shrink and her hands to be stuffed into her pockets. (Yes, she has pockets with her uniform. Yes, she’s still wearing the school uniform skirt. She sowed pockets into them for this very habit.)

“Uh, hey wait up.” a deeper voice called, already identifying who it is.

Y/n turned to right, looking at Koda for a brief second. From far away, one would think he was just grimacing, but as Y/n was closer, she can see he was very close to full-on growling at the sound of his voice.

Koda doesn’t really like Todoroki and Y/n always found it funny. Koda found everyone else real entertaining. As much as Koda was a wolf, he really was a people’s person. If Y/n didn’t know any better, it seemed Koda had a better relationship with her classmates than she actually did.

Y/n adopted a tired smile as she reacted to Koda’s growling at Shoto. She then looked behind her, seeing Todoroki jog lightly towards her. Her small smile soon faded away.

“Even if you try again to be a friend, you know that people will always end up fearing you.” Y/n honestly wanted to bang her head against a wall because this annoying voice was truly the bane of her existence.

Y/n stopped in her tracks. Koda made eye-contact with her, almost telepathically asking her, “Why are you stopping for him?!”.

“I may be aloof, but I have to at least be polite.” Y/n told her wolf companion. Koda only let out a breathe of frustration as he also stopped as well.

Todoroki soon caught up to the duo and was on Y/n’s left side. And the three began their trek to the school library.

There was some silence.

For Todoroki, it was so awkward. “Why don’t you say something to her?” he asks himself, “Or are you going to let another opportunity slip?”

You see, Shoto Todoroki admired Y/n. She was incredibly skilled with her quirk. She was confident, but not arrogant. She was an innovator, while still accepting old principles. She was naturally smart, but always open to learning. To him, she was so balanced. He couldn’t help himself as the admiration started to soon feel like a crush on the dark haired girl.

For Y/n, she didn’t think anything of the silence. In fact, she was grateful for the silence. More silence, means less time for talking. Less chance of Y/n making a fool out of herself.

“You seem more tired than usual. Trained a lot yesterday, I presume?” And Todoroki broke the silence that Y/n was trying to insist.

“Yeah, trying out a new technique with my water.”

Y/n was surprised.

She really could have been more blunt with her answer.

Theoretically, all she really had to respond with was a “yeah”, but she decided to add that last part.

Why? Why did she feel inclined to go into more detail? Now, Y/n was confused.

“That’s cool.” Todoroki wanted to hit himself in the head. “That’s all you got to say? What a conversation this is” Shoto mentally sighs. He feels like his heart is going to burst at how fast its going.

“I’m actually trying to freeze it, but that turns out to be harder than expected,” Y/n almost slapped her hand on her mouth.

Why is she going into more detail? This doesn’t make sense. She’s been quite blunt lately when people try to talk to her, so what gives?

Is it Todoroki, himself? “Maybe he put a spell on me or something.” Y/n didn’t think the “icy-hot bastard” would dabble in witchcraft, but things were just not adding up in Y/n’s mind. All these thoughts woke Y/n right up, ridding herself of her tiredness.

As for Todoroki, his mind was going into overdrive. “She’s having trouble with freezing water? She must know that this is my specialty. Is this her way of spending time with me? Does this mean the feelings I have for her are mutual? Perhaps, we can train together and I can help her with freezing.” The mere thought of spending time with Y/n outside of class made his cheeks warm up.

He was an absolute love-struck fool for Y/n.

“Oh, we’re here.” Y/n stated the obvious as they stand in front of the school’s library, halting Shoto’s mental mumbling, which almost resembled one of Midoryia’s ever-present babbling.

Shoto Todoroki immediately shot his arm forward to open the door for Y/n, but Y/n was thinking the same thing and they reached for the same handle.

Their hands touch.

And Todoroki thinks he can die happy now. Y/n’s hand is so soft. Much to his dismay, Y/n immediately drew her hand back as if his hand was scalding hot water.

Y/n mumbled a quick “sorry” and places her hand on the other handle as there are two doors to the library, she opens it and immediately walks through it as Koda follows in tow. Koda dawns an absolute confused look as he didn’t know what the hell that interaction was about.

The actual task of getting the books aren’t that hard. In fact, it was an easy and quick task.

So, why is this causing Y/n’s mind and heart feeling like they are overheating.

As they walk back to the classroom with stacks of textbooks, Y/n thought, “Okay, there’s no way in hell that he will try to talk to me again, especially after that awkward incident. Now, let’s breakdown why the actual hell you acted that way, Y/n.” She mentally scolded herself like she was a child.

Todoroki, as always, had a different plan and decided to continue the conversation, “You know, if you need help with freezing water, I can always help you since that is part of my quirk.”

Y/n has officially short-circuited.

He is voluntarily asking? Voluntarily. Asking?

Asking if Y/n wanted to train together?

This has never happened before, and she doesn’t know how to respond. “I would like that. I typically train in the morning and sometimes after school” is what Y/n felt like saying. It is as if her mind and mouth were working against each other.

However, Y/n’s thoughts were cut short as she heard the chatter of some of her fellow classmates. They three of them were very close to their classroom as their door to the room was wide open.

“Hey guys, if we’re having a movie night tonight, do you think we should invite Y/n?”

It was Midoryia who asked the question. Y/n, Shoto, and Koda stopped dead in their tracks at the mention of her name. Shoto and Koda looked at Y/n with a worried expression. For her own good, she probably shouldn’t be listening, but she couldn’t help but be curious of her classmates’ plan in regards to her.

“It’s not that we don’t want her there. It’s just that, who is up for asking her?”

Silence. No one responded to the question.

Koda notices how Y/n’s grip on the textbooks tightened. Shoto noticed how your head was now titled downward, hiding your face.

“She’s just so intimidating. And not to mention that training exercise we did when we first met her. She’s sort of scary, to be honest.”

“Scary. You’re scary, Y/n. Terrifying.” She couldn’t help but repeat her classmates’ thought of her. She was just torturing herself at this point. No point in dwelling on first impressions, but as this is affecting her current relationship, or lack thereof, with her classmates, she couldn’t help it.

“Y/n-” Todoroki tries to interject before Y/n gets the wrong idea.

But, it’s too late.

“No, it’s fine. Thanks for the offer though, Todoroki.” Y/n’s words were slow. As much as her brain was going a million miles per hour, her mouth was evidently slower as her breathing was heavier.

She wanted to disappear, or at least get swallowed by the ground. She kept her head down as she strode into the classroom. Her classmates being oblivious to Y/n’s knowledge of what they truly think of her, paying no attention to her.

Shoto was basically frozen in place, next to the door, but he gained composure and walked in the class as well, a couple seconds after. Y/n quickly placed her books on the front desk where Present Mic sat behind of, she sat back in her seat that was in the back of the class.

Y/n watched how Shoto was still standing in front of the classroom as he was stopped by his classmates. Now, they were just chatting, probably talking about the upcoming movie night.

Y/n felt jealousy bubble up inside her. She wished she can chat like how Shoto was effortlessly talking away to his classmates. Or how Midoryia stopped him with such ease to talk about a social event.

Y/n yearned for some friendly interaction. That’s what she wanted when coming to UA.

She wanted to be normal. As normal as she could be. A normal teenager.

“Things don’t always go according to plan, huh?” Y/n pouted and placed her head on her desk and just waited patiently till the school day was over.

Koda worriedly looked at Y/n. “She’s going to want to train after this. And I bet she’s going to push herself harder because of today.” Koda knew Y/n very well. Knew her like the back of his hand, well, paw.

And, Koda was right. Y/n was in gym gamma, completely exhausted. Sweat covered her body as her muscles were screaming at her take a break. Her labored breathe continued as her body was trying its best to keep up.

Y/n was frustrated. “Why? Why am I like this?” she kept repeating like a mantra.

“I want to be normal. Why can’t I be like them?”

“Why?”

“You’re a monster. It’s actually quite simple.”

Y/n threw a punch with her fist encased in water, and it wasn’t until after that punch was thrown, she realized that there was now an evident hole in the thick, solid concrete wall.

Y/n fell to her knees. Koda hurriedly made his way to her, making sure she didn’t do anything too stupid. Once Koda was close, she was doing something unexpected.

She was crying.

Hot streams, cascading down her face. She started to hiccup, her breathing erratic. “A-am I scary to you, Koda?” her voice was so small.

Koda nudged his way in between her legs and nestled his head into her neck. Y/n, full on sobbing now, wraps her arms around Koda and her cries are muffled by his fur. Wailing and self-deprecating questions can be faintly heard from her if anyone were to enter the gym.

A couple minutes passed. Y/n’a breathing returned to a calm rhythm.

“Thanks, Koda. I needed that,” Y/n sniffles, “C’mon let’s go make dinner, I’ll whip you up something special for putting up with me today.” Koda’s tail immediately began to wag at the thought of Y/n’s cooking.

Y/n was an independent person. She likes doing things on her own as much as can. She doesn’t eat the food from the school cafeteria, instead, she opts for making her and Koda’s meals from the kitchen that is provided to them in their dormitory. And indeed, she made a delicious dinner for both of them.

Now, the hard part. Because of how long her training took, showering, and making dinner, Y/n knew that her classmates were in the common space already, probably preparing to have their movie night. And, she had to pass them. It was a short distance, short walk, Y/n was trying to reassure herself. Just walk straight towards to the elevator and you’re safe.

Y/n takes a deep breathe and walks out of the kitchen. The chatter of her classmates emerges to her ears, but as she walks towards the elevator, the chatter dies down.

“Oh no.” Y/n’s eyes widened in fear. “Way to go on ruining the mood, Y/n.”

Thankfully, the elevator was quick and the doors slide open, making an easy escape for Y/n and Koda. She let out a breathe she didn’t even realize she was holding in as the doors slid shut. Y/n looks at Koda, who was already looking at her, “It’s better this way, anyway” Y/n didn’t know if she was telling Koda that, or herself.

On the other side of the elevator’s doors, her classmates collectively let out a sigh, “Well that was another chance we wasted.” Kaminari was the first to break the awkward silence.

“Tch. Like any of you have the guts to actually ask her.” Bakugo chimed in.

“Oh please, Bakugo, I know she intimidates you, too.” Mina fired back.

“Whatever.”

“She heard you guys.” Todoroki suddenly talked. Everyone casted their attention to him, “Earlier today, I mean. She heard you guys when you were talking about inviting her to movie night.”

The once light-hearted atmosphere in the room was now tilted with guilt.

“She heard all that?” Midoryia incredulously asked, only imagining what you would be feeling because of their words.

“She must feel terrible.” Ochaco openly voiced her thoughts.

“She probably hates us.” Kirishima adds in.

“She means well, I promise. I think we just need to give her a chance.” Todoroki tries to reason with his classmates.

“First, we need to apologize.” Midoryia proposes as he looks among his classmates. His classmates collectively nod their heads in agreement

“You’re right. Well, good luck Midoryia.” Kaminari pats his back as encouragement. Everyone else either gives an encouraging smile or a thumbs up.

“Ha?! What?! You guys already decided that I’m going to be the one to apologize?” Izuku was flailing his arm around and was checking everyone else’s reaction.

“Well, yes. It’s your idea and you are one of the most apologetic people here.” Iida explained to an overthinking Midoryia.

After regaining composure, he realized that this was probably the best option, “Okay, I’ll, I’ll go now.”

Midoryia makes his way to Y/n’s dorm room. He was nervous. He only had very limited interactions with Y/n. So, he really didn’t know what to expect. Before he knew it, he was before your door.

On the other side, Y/n was chowing down on her food. She took a swig of her water, “So, how’s the food? I tried a new technique on roasting the veggies.” Y/n babbled on for a bit, but she realized that Koda’s plate was hardly touched. Her gaze landed on Koda who was sitting on her bed with a very obvious frown, staring at the door. Y/n immediately knew why.

“Hey, if you wanna go hangout with them, I can push the buttons on the elevator for you-”

Koda was irritated at how difficult Y/n was being, she can just ask them if she can join. It was simple. Koda used his mouth to latch on to Y/n’s sleeve and started to drag her to her dorm’s door.

“H-hey Koda! Not cool, man! You know, I can’t go down there.” Y/n tugs her sleeve away from Koda.

Koda turned to his last resort. He did his signature pout.

“Oh, please. You know that stopped working on me awhile ago. Besides, we can have our own movie night, right?” Y/n tried to reason, but her reasoning just felt sad.

Before Y/n could step away from her dorm’s door, she heard a knock. The two quickly tuned their heads at the door as if something miraculous just happened.

Y/n took one step toward the door.

“It’s Midoryia.” Koda began to wag his tail, “don’t get your hopes up too quickly.”

Y/n opened the door only a slit for her head to poke out, “Oh, hi Midoryia. Is something wrong?” she asks.

“U-um, no nothings wrong.” he responds as nerves start to take over and he doesn’t continue on.

“Okay.” With that, Y/n closed her door. Koda wanted to scratch his eyes out. This was her chance! For someone who was the top student in her class, she was so stupid. “He didn’t want anything. Sorry to disappoint, Koda-” another knock interrupted her.

She looked at the door, “It’s still Midoryia.” Koda rolled his eyes.

Y/n went to to open the door, again, only opening a bit, “Yes, Midoryia? You sure something isn’t wrong?”

“Uh, well I was wondering if we can talk for a bit.”

“Oh, yeah sure.” Y/n stepped out of her door, and shutting it.

However, Koda was right on her trail, but was shut out by the now closed door. He pouts at the door. And how holds his ear to the door, interested in the conversation that has yet to come.

“So, what’s up?” Y/n asked the green-haired boy.

“I, we, as a class, wanted to apologize for our words today.” Midoryia spoke in a remorseful and quiet tone.

Y/n was taken back. “So, they know that I heard what they were saying? Must have been Todoroki’s doing.”

“Look, it’s fine. I know I’m intimidating-“

“But it’s not fine. We shouldn’t have treated or talked about you that way.”

Y/n was stunned at his words. He took that as a sign to continue, “and we were hoping, if you’d be okay if we start over and become friends.”

Y/n remained cautious with her walls, “You know, friendship isn’t really a perquisite for this course.”

“Of course, I know that. We all do, but it doesn’t hurt to have them, right?”

Y/n felt like tearing up. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to put her trust in that last statement of his.

“I’ll be be down in 5 minutes,” Y/n stated rather blandly, but it didn’t matter to Midoryia.

“Great! See ya!” He waved and started to head back to the elevator, before he pressed the button, Y/n called him once more,

“Midoryia?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” and nods his head. He couldn’t be more thrilled that this will all work out.

As for Y/n, she opened her door to her dorm, and closing it as she stepped inside.

As soon as she was in the comfort of her own room, she broke into her happy dance. Her fists clenched, eyes shut, shoulders scrunched, jumping in the air, squeals make their way pass her lips, with the biggest smile on her face

Koda felt a wave of relief of wash over him. He was glad that she was finally experiencing acceptance.

After the moment passes, Y/n sighs and looks at Koda, ruffling his fur on the top of his head.

“Well, shall we?” Y/n said in an extravagant manner as she opened her door and bowed.

Koda, playing along, held his head high and strutted out. Y/n let out a light-hearted laugh and they made their way down, together.

Once Y/n actually made it to the common room, all of her classmates were looking at her, stopping their conversations as well. The confidence that Y/n help was long gone, feeling now awkward yet again.

However, the silence didn’t last too long as the class enveloped her in boisterous apologies, hugs, and pats on the back.

To say Y/n was overwhelmed was understatement. She had never been around these many people, giving attention towards her. It was new territory she had yet to cross.

“Guys, you should probably let her breathe.”

That was Todoroki. Y/n pried her eyes away from Mina who was asking what conditioner she uses, and looked at Shoto. Y/n mouthed a “thank you” and he simply nodded.

The class went back to their seats, muttering apologies again for getting in her personal space.

Now, Y/n faced yet another problem:

Where is she going to sit?!

She kept standing where she stood for a good couple seconds, scanning the area for any good spots.

However, there was actually only one spot open. And, it just happen to be next to Todoroki.

Y/n mentally prepared herself and started her path towards him. Of course, Shoto knew this. He was the one who made sure he saved a seat right next to him just for this occasion.

But things don’t always go according to plan, right?

Rightly so, right before Y/n could take the unaccompanied seat, Denki was coming back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, plopping right down on the seat.

“Oh, hey Y/n! I’m glad you made it! You want some popcorn?”

“No, I’m good, thanks though.” Y/n was able to play it off as she chose to sit on the floor in front of the couch, which coincidentally was in front of the seat that Shoto resided.

Shoto was irritated. He wanted you to sit next to him. For crying out loud, that was the whole reason he had this seat open in the first place. All he does is sigh, catching Y/n’s attention.

Y/n turns back to Todoroki, sending a small smile his way, but then turning back to the screen as her fellow classmates were arguing on what to watch.

Y/n put her hand to her chest. This is weird. Why is her heart rate so high? She’s not usually like this. Maybe Todoroki did cast a spell on her.

Y/n couldn’t think about it too much as the movie began playing.

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missinghan · 5 years ago

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what if we ⤖ lee minho

❖ genre : college au; roommates au

❖ word count : 4,1k.

❖ warning : explicit language

❖ summary : Minho is more than fed up with your nonsense of not having a roommate until you graduate because he’s desperately in need of a new place after getting kicked out.

❖ a/n : the continuation of roommate lino is out now!

one.

Minho takes dreadful strides into M.I.A Cafe, completely waterlogged from head to toe like a wet rat, drained from trying to walk back home without an umbrella—even if he had one, the wind would have taken him along with it on an exhilarating ride while Poseidon is throwing a rampage at Zeus or whatever gods up there.

He slumps into the nearest seat possible, sinking deeply into the cushioned surface only to stain the blue velvet with his sodden leather jacket. Anyone else happening upon the scene might notice a more than average looking college kid; Minho’s mesmerizing, he really is. But not just because of his catlike smile or stupidly good hair without even trying, it’s also because he’s the president of the dance club despite being a business major. It’s not hard for him to gain even more attention since he works at the cafe on campus anyway.

However, all Woojin sees from overlooking his workplace is his idiotic coworker who left ten minutes ago has officially given up on going against the bloody family feud above and come back to make his life miserable. Kang is going to give him shit for the wet cushions because Minho’s shift has fortunately ended. And it only gets worse from there. The younger boy pushes himself off the chair and flings his dripping bangs away from his face before taking off his jacket, deciding it’s a good idea to sway it back and forth, splashing water all over the clean floor.

“Lee Minho,” Woojin raises his voice slightly but Minho simply ignores his threatening tone and stuffs his leather jacket into his backpack.

The brunet makes his way over to the countertop, hopping effortlessly onto one of the bar stools. “I would like a Vietnamese coffee, please,” Minho shows his friend those ridiculous looking sparkly eyes like he just stepped out from an anime, and Woojin forces a smile through gritted teeth. “Come on, I’m tired, don’t look at me as if I’m in charge of the weather or something.”

Woojin remains silent, and so does his death glare. Hence, Minho gives in and props his head onto his hand lazily. “Fine, just give me a hot chocolate, I’m freezing over here,” he shivers stoically as his brain is multitasking (yelling at him and considering his options at the same time). With the sky roaring as if it’s raging on with other supernatural forces, Minho isn’t overly fond of heading outside by himself again. Meaning, plan A: get a ride or plan B: stay with Woojin until his graveyard shift is over. Minho’s having an eight AM tomorrow and he’s not about to walk up to the nurse’s office with a broken ankle for skipping three steps at a time. But in what world would a guardian angel appear out of nowhere to drive him home?

A random Twitter notification pops up and he swipes it away dejectedly, wholly uninterested. When Woojin slides the paper cup across the countertop, he catches a glimpse of Minho’s lock screen and gasps as if he just saw something out of the ordinary. It’s not. “You replaced your cats’ photo with Y/N’s instead? Okay, I see you, you sly little bitch,” he chuckles creepily while wiping his hand onto the white apron.

“It’s temporary,” Minho sneers like a cat having someone step on its tail. “Besides, she hates it, that’s why I put it there.”

“Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that.”

Woojin is making a big deal out of this as if it’s a picture of you cuddling Minho or something. But in reality, it’s just a really ugly photo of you taking too big of a bite when he decided to flex his paycheck and took you out to a pizzeria. You forgave him because 1) you had the opportunity to eat real pizza after months of stocking up frozen ones from the supermarket, and 2) it’s only a matter of time until he’s over it and returns to his typical photos of his cats at home.

“Yo,” Minho says after a sip of the hot beverage. “You’re moving out of Seungmin’s next week?”

Woojin replies, silently appreciating one of the rare civil conversations with his friend. “Yep, you? Don’t tell me that you haven’t found a place yet,” he stops himself right there, only to be met with complete dead silence. “Wait, you’re kidding, right? Aren’t you getting kicked out on Monday? How are you gonna find a place within three days?”

“Tough luck?” Minho shrugs nonchalantly, staring rather deeply at his lock screen, and an idea pops up inside his head. He feels the need to kick himself because he should have thought of this sooner. Biting his lower lip, he’s slightly nervous when his thumb taps onto your name in his contact. It’s not like you’re gonna rip his head off, why is he so jumpy about this anyway?

His train of thoughts get cut off when your raspy voice rings through his eardrums, “What do you want?”

two.

Your white Rover pulls up in front of the cafe after five minutes of cursing at him through the phone while dragging yourself out of bed and another ten to drive to your unwanted destination.

“Get in before I rip your head off,” you deadpan, pushing your bangs away from your face.

“I love you, did you know that?” Your heart totally didn’t skip a beat at that. He didn’t mean it, he couldn’t have meant it. It was lighthearted, it sounded lighthearted but was it supposed to be lighthearted? Great, now your heart just gives up on you while your brain is harassing you with some stupid assumptions without valid shreds of evidence.

Minho smiles sheepishly at you after waving to Woojin—who isn’t very interested in his departure and enters your car in relief. Although you were doing nothing but spitting strings after strings of curse words at him, it genuinely made him feel at ease when he heard your voice through the phone, hanging by three percent of battery left.

“Also, spill the hot chocolate, and I’m gonna throw you on the highway,” you warn him before starting the engine. The only problem with your morbid remarks is that Lee Minho is exclusively immune to them because he too, shares the same amount of insanity with you like how you both shared a sad tuna sandwich last Tuesday when the school canteen tried to recreate a Chipotle bowl. You both tasted it. And you were offended.

Minho tosses his backpack to the backseats and replies in monotone, “I won’t, just don’t kill us. That’s all I’m asking from you.” He looks awfully good for someone who’s completely rain-soaked. How fucking unfair.

“That’s all?” you question without looking at him in the eye. He only hums a random melody from a song that you can’t quite remember before plugging his phone in with your speakers. Your face morphs into a frown at his vague reaction, “Usually one thing leads to another, you never ask me for a single favor and just leave me alone, are you sure that you didn’t forget your wallet and now you wanted a new tattoo?”

He breaks into a fit of giggles at that, three are already enough for his ancestors to haunt him in his sleep. And your heart magically comes back more alive than ever at the sound; it really needs to stop doing that before you’re found dead on the street just by talking to him on the phone or something. “It’s not that,” Minho scratches the nape of his neck. “I’m basically gonna be homeless next week if I don’t manage to find a new place in like...three days.”

The car grows silent for a second there before Didn’t know me by Heize starts blasting through the speakers when he puts one of his playlists on random. You look over at him deep in the eye, thinking rather thoroughly about this. And Minho starts feeling knots in his stomach when you avert your gaze back onto the road. Are you perhaps...mad at him?

“Don’t-even-think-about-it,” you deadpan. “You know how Yeji pleaded to move in with me after freshman year, and..failed miserably.”

“Come on! You can’t be this heartless, are you really gonna let me sleep on the sidewalk for a good three weeks?”

You click your tongue in annoyance while making a turn to the left. “I never said that you moron,” An eye roll soon follows your statement, and before Minho can even say anything, his mouth snaps shut, eyes wide. “You know that Chan lives alone right?”

He protests, “Chan always let Changbin and Jisung crash to make music. Besides, it’s a studio apartment, like hello? I’m not planning on losing my beauty sleep here. ”

“Woojin?”

“After the mess I made back there? He will murder me, Y/N,” Minho says without a single shred of fear in his voice, yet he’s giving you those Puss in Boots eyes as if he’s gonna let Woojin snap his head off that easily. Jeongin is still living on campus, and Minho would rather be sleeping with dead rats than sharing a room with Jisung because Seungmin would never let him step a foot onto his white carpet.

You scrunch your nose and ignore the golden specks in his eyes, “You didn’t even try asking him, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind housing you for a few weeks. He’s a good guy and definitely doesn’t hate your ass enough to not let you sleep in the living room.”

“But,” he pouts sadly, in which you’re completely unaffected by. But here’s what makes your chest swell. “I like spending time with you,” he mumbles under his breath. Huh? Your heart rate falls flat before coming back to thunder inside your chest cavity twice as fast. Did he really just-

Minho sighs, and suddenly his shoulders start getting heavy. He feels rejected, but he shouldn’t since it’s not mandatory for you to let him stay with you. Perhaps, he’s nothing but a complete nuisance in your eyes after all. “But if you say so,” he murmurs, eyes turning stormy and you can feel a pit at your stomach. “I guess I’m gonna call Woojin then..”

And he ends the conversation there, abruptly.

Raindrops knocking at your car’s windows. The sounds of his fingers tapping against the keyboard. Even your own rhythm of breathing. Everything’s piling onto your back as if you’ve just committed a terrible sin.

Woojin is really busy this year, preparing for grad school and everything. And your current courses are pretty easy to handle, it’d be mean of you to let him contain Lee Minho while working two jobs. Especially when he’s constantly turning in assignments at a single minute right before the deadline. So with the little amount of morality left, you tell yourself to stop being a little bitch and start considering the possibilities of having a roommate for the very first time.

“Fine,” you grumble after a good twenty seconds of thinking. “You can use my old air mattress, a month should be good before you’re able to find a new place. So we’re taking turns washing the dishes and splitting the bills in half, cool?”

Minho’s brain suddenly demands every part of his body to stop, his finger hovering over the ‘send’ button. “Gee okay, I get it, you don’t like having roommates. But you don’t have to be so pressed about it,” he concludes almost too fast for your brain cells to comprehend what’s going on in his mind. Was he even listening to you? “I knew you weren’t gonna let me stay with—“ His words instantly come to a halt, eyeballs ready to pop out of their respective sockets any second.

“What?” he blurts, round eyes staring right at you expectantly.

You scratch your nose with your ring finger when a coral tint rises on your cheekbones, something that you do a lot whenever you’re nervous. “I said you can come and stay with me for the time being,” you say lamely, having a spontaneous interest in the row of Sumikko Gurashi figures that Minho gave you on your birthday last year. “I don’t want you to poison Woojin with your cooking, roomie.”

“You’d better feed me then, Ramsay,” he beams with a bright smile—far brighter than the Sun itself and any of the stars above. And who were you kidding? It’s not his cooking that you’re worrying about. It’s not even Woojin that you’re worrying about. It’s him, you’re worried about him.

Besides, maybe you like spending time with him too.

three.

After a whole night of hauling three gigantic cardboard boxes along with two suitcases into your apartment, you drag Minho’s ass out of bed at nine in the morning, push him into your car and slowly reverse out of your apartment’s parking lot.

He’s not very attentive to his surroundings when he’s tired so he didn’t mind the monotonous voice of the news reporter coming out of the speakers. Whereas, he would have yelled at you by now to shut it off so he can blast his Spotify playlist at maximum volume to annoy people who apparently don’t know how to park their cars properly. Still, he only finished unpacking half of his luggage at four so it didn’t occur to him how little time he spent half-sleeping against your car’s window.

It didn’t occur to him how you managed to maneuver him out of the vehicle either. But when his eyes start hurting from rubbing them too much, Minho realizes that you’re piloting him through an old couple shopping hand in hand, a sweaty man in his mid-forties wearing a tracksuit and a child tugging at his mom’s skirt, begging for a lollipop. He gazes downward, eyes stop dead in their tracks seeing your hand intertwined with his while your free one is scrolling through the list of groceries on your phone.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, glad that you’re finally awake,” the amount of sarcasm laced in your tone just makes the blush on his cheeks disappear in the span of half a second.

Minho makes a face and pulls his hand back to grab a cart, trailing after your footsteps grimly like an obedient puppy. “Waking up early was not in the contract,” he lets out the loudest yawn possible without covering his mouth, no manners whatsoever. “That lawsuit for child labor? Pending.”

You chuckle dryly and toss a box of oatmeal cookies into the cart, not really caring that he’s sleepy and tired. You’re the one who’s driving after all. “It technically is,” you say with a meek smile and turn around, watching him throw in a bag of popcorn, barbecue flavored chips, and other junks that scream college staple food. He told you that he’s making use of the school’s gym five times a week but seeing the amount of trash that’s piling up, you doubt that his efforts are gonna matter at this point.

“I told you that we’re grocery shopping every Monday morning because we both don’t have classes on Monday mornings.”

Minho only groans loudly like a damsel in distress until you both reach the vegetable aisle. He immediately goes for the asparagus and broccoli, probably to water down the amount of sodium from the chips.

You’re not sure if it’s just because he’s sleepy but the rest of your banter while raiding the supermarket is fairly civil. In short, it’s the most normal conversation you’ve ever had with him. Not that you’re complaining, it's actually really nice to see how he also has a soft side to him. Not only did Minho grab the chicken breasts for Chan because that guy cannot live without them, but he also called Changbin to check which flavor of the protein bar that he prefers. It seems like he’s gonna crash at Chan’s place for an upcoming secret project.

When you both queue up at the self-checkout line, he observes the light blue packaging of your shampoo curiously. He notices how you stopped getting the twelve ounces bottle and went for the twenty-four ounces one instead.

“You’re still using this one? I thought you said you wanted to change it up every time?” He asks, propping his head onto your shoulder lazily. Minho remembers how you started to try out this brand three months ago and he laughed his ass off at you for being so determined to go through all of their scents. It’s dumb, yes, but he commented on every single one of them anyway.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

Your body tenses up when he sniffs at your hair, nose brushing against the back of your ear, and it’s not helping either when his forearms are resting against the lines of your waist so he can hold onto the cart while you’re too busy bombarding Yeji with questions about the frat party she attended last night. You’re basically trapped between him and the cart; you can’t believe you’re only realizing that just now.

“Hold up, I thought you usually go grocery shopping alone?” Yeji flips the table and inquires slyly on the other line, then she lets out an audible gasp. It’s so loud that Minho staggers backward from surprise, almost hitting the cart behind. “Is that Lee Minho?! Y/N, what are you two doing at the Asian market at ten AM? Together?!”

Words spill out of your mouth before you can even process them properly. “We saw each other coincidentally and ended up using the same cart.” And now you want to put your head through a wall because what kind of an answer was that? Your brain had to malfunction at that very moment, in the middle of that very call, it just had to. “Okay, whatever, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow during Park’s lecture, see you,” you hang up just like that, not knowing how to act because now you have to tell Yeji about how you—a complete loner—is finally having a roommate. But that roommate isn’t her specifically.

“You good? You look a bit..feverish,” Minho rests a hand on your forehead while his free one pushes the cart forward. Still in a daze, your heart shudders, and your back accidentally comes in contact with his chest, making you drop your phone onto the carton of eggs in a panic. “Careful there, that’s two months worth of eggs,” he reminds you, clearly not having a single clue of how giddy you are right now.

Also, saying that you’re giddy is an understatement.

You shake your head and mutter, “Right, sorry, you were saying?”

“I just asked why you stopped trying the rest of the scents and committed to April Cotton so easily.”

“It’s because you said it’s the best one so far,” you answer honestly, almost too honestly because right now, Minho feels like someone’s using his heart to juggle right inside his chest cavity.

four.

That night, after Minho’s monstrous shift at the cafe and three hours of you FaceTiming Yeji to procrastinate about a writing assignment, you both are sprawled across your white fuzzy carpet that sheds more than three of his cats combined.

In between is an empty cup of McFluffy, a sad piece of pepperoni pizza and leftover fries, all being placed on a piece of newspaper because Minho’s promised you that if he ever dirtied your carpet, he’d take you to a concert. His bank account isn’t ready for that yet. A Dog’s Way Home just ended two minutes ago and as the ending credits roll, you’re all curled up inside your over-sized hoodie, sniffling into a piece of tissue.

“Day one with your new roommate here and you’re already shedding tears Jesus Christ,” Minho tells you after stretching his limbs out tiredly, eyes becoming droopy.

“Shut up,” you punch his arm and laugh, wiping the remaining of your tears with your sleeves. “I swear I saw your eyes watering when Bella reunited with Big Kitten.”

“They did not?” He shoots you a shit-eating grin when he settles back down onto the floor, supporting his head with his hands. To be fair, the CGI was kinda shitty, a little bit noticeable but the reunion was too emotional for him to care about something as meaningless as that.

Minho ignores how you’re mumbling something and instead, turns onto his side and grabs a piece of fries, chewing obnoxiously. “So, Y/N,” he inquires rather cautiously. “How does it feel like to finally have good company along with good food?”

You hum for a while but answer with little consideration, eye closed, “I could use someone with a smaller mouth, and a smaller ego too but yeah, it’s kinda dope.” And you open one side of your eyes to see him being the literal CTRL+V of the surprised Pikachu meme. He looks betrayed, as if someone just sneaked into your apartment and snatched all of his packets of instant ramen in one go, just like whoosh, out the door they go with his daily breakfast.

“It feels kinda nice too,” you proceed to continue, staring at the ceiling to avoid eye contact with him. “Because I know although this person acts like an asshole most of the time, he’s just a really big softie on the inside. I like how he called his friends in the middle of his shopping trip to see if he’s getting them the right flavor of protein bars, how he paid for the groceries even though we’re equally broke, and how he skipped dance practice to volunteer at a nursing home every weekend.”

You’re not looking, but you’re pretty sure that Minho’s smile is growing so big, his cheeks are about to crack in half. “I didn’t tell anyone about that,” he stifles a laugh. “It’s either you’re somewhat a creep or you’re just really cautious about what kind of people you let into your life.”

“I’m a loner, what can I say?” You chuckle lightheartedly, feeling slightly fuzzy inside for no particular reason. “I am really cautious when it comes to stuff like that because the more you let people into your life, the more it hurts when they decide they’re gonna leave you.”

“Hah! So that’s why you’re so stubborn about the whole not having a roommate thing?” You nod sheepishly at that, feeling kinda embarrassed because it feels like he’s unraveling your secrets right under your nose.

The signature catlike smile lingers on his lips when you turn on your right to face him, and your useless heart thinks it’s a good time to skip a beat when your eyes meet his round ones with ridiculously beautiful lashes. You’ve never felt like this towards anyone before, it’s risky, you know it but you think you can trust him. You can trust Lee Minho.

Although he wasn’t this big, sassy persona that has a questionable obsession with cats and dancing when you first met him. You encountered Minho for the very first time backstage at the school’s music festival to support 3RACHA’s performance. Initially, he made absolutely no effort to even greet you like how a civil human being would, but he was intrigued when he saw the SpiderMan plush keychain on your backpack. And it seemed like fate was only trying to push both of you closer together because you kept bumping into him on campus. So it’s only a matter of time before he decided that he hated eating lunch alone and asked for the empty seat next to you, offering you his watered-down cup of coffee.

“What made you change your mind then? Why not just reject me?” Minho scoots closer to you, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Because I feel like..you won’t be leaving me anytime soon..”

“Damn right, I can never stop bothering you.”

You don’t know where, how, or why you can muster every fiber of courage left inside of you to tell him that. But that doesn’t matter now, does it? Maybe this is a sign, the universe wants you to stop being so closed up all the time and open up to new people (regardless of how shitty you think they are) because life’s way too short to play the role of the lone traveler on this planet. And it’s madness to think that all it took this boy was half a cup of Vietnamese coffee and a call at such an ungodly hour for your heart to be completely his. Nothing’s gonna change much, you think. You’re gonna still free-fall into this hellhole called ‘college’ with your first world problems like everyone else but the only difference is that you don’t have to be alone anymore. There’s a hand for you to hold, a shoulder for you to lean on and your heart has found its new home. You don’t think you’ve ever felt it being so alive before. However, you’re not against it even when you’re still dubious.

Because that’s how you’re supposed to feel your entire life.

❖ p/s : I hope you enjoyed this little monster that I managed to whip up in the past few days, I thought it’d be nice if I could give you guys smth as a “parting gift” for my [rest]. I was very, very sleep-deprived as I proofread this so please don’t come for me & I’ll see you in the next fic!

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the-peachpit · 5 years ago

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Between the Lines

Ship: Shorter Wong x (Y/N)

Summary: Shorter and (y/n) are fighting about the future. (y/n) want’s to apologize, but what if Shorter can never forgive her?

Opening your laptop, you pick your favorite spotify playlist before looking around the room of the small apartment you shared with your boyfriend and friends. Hands on your hips you knew you were supposed to start packing but finding the best place to start was impossible. Every time one of your fingers so much as touched anything you were whisked away down memory lane. From shirts that you got when you first moved to New York planning to only stay for a year-it had been four- to the fake rose Shorter had bought for you the day you met. That memory took hold hard, mostly because of the disagreement you and Shorter had been passively aggressively maneuvering around for days. While living in New York you found a job in journalism, mostly freelance writing articles here and there. It wasn’t enough anymore to be some anonymous writer; you had seen your fair share of tragedy and a burning desire was lit deep in your chest to be more. Max- the man who had taken you under his wing- suggested you attend a college in California the degree could rally ramp up your career. At first the idea sounded nuts, the school was insanely expensive, and renting a town house was currently stretching you thin enough. Knowing Max came with a secret perk though he used contacts to get you in on a huge scholarship. Mostly because they could say the prodigy of Max Lobe- the man who took down New York’s biggest mafia family on a pedophilia scandal- was attending. Max gave you the news over dinner, and of course you wanted to go.

Laying back on the bed as Rose by Briston Maroney played you twirled the plastic rose in between your fingers. Shorter had given the rose the day he met you like a true fool who believed in love at first sight. Of course, you were skeptical and only believed in a player at first sight. If Eji, who you trust with your life, hadn’t vouched for him you never would have even entertained the idea. Rolling your eyes, you took the rose in a ha-ha sort of way. Shorter had taken it as a win and asked you on a date to his own restaurant. Twice you turned him down, it was the third time that did the trick. Though you had just been saved by him so that may have helped. You were shopping near China Town with Eji when the two of you were jumped and taken hostage. Eji was being used for ransom and your head was spinning. That was also the day you found out about the gang activity Ash and Shorter were a part of. It didn’t scare you like Shorter was afraid it would. Instead you accepted his date offer kind of asking him yourself.

He closed the restaurant down and it was just the two of you. Shorter hosted his own date taking you to your table, picking wine, cooking. He had the whole thing down, like he really had been planning it since the day you met.

Four years later here resting your hand back down on the sheets looking up at the ceiling. Shorter hadn’t come home for two days, Ash promised he was safe, but the last words Shorter had mumbled under his breath were ‘you wouldn’t make it out there,’ and you exploded it was the final straw as you screamed at him to leave. Shorter left without another word. You’d never screamed like that at him, he’s never stayed gone for so long with zero communication. Eyes darting around the room, you decided packing was impossible there were still two weeks till departure and that was more than enough time to put your life in a couple suitcases and leave everyone behind.

Walking downstairs the TV is playing softly and you know Eji is using it for noise. Catching him red handed in the kitchen you find him making himself a snack carefully cutting vegetables. Eji was the only reason anyone in the house didn’t live off pasta or Chinese food -courtesy of Shorter. Max helped balance their diets sometimes, but usually brought a lot of deserts with him. Not that anyone complained, Max really played the Dad role in the house. Eji was short with black hair and dark brown eyes. You never missed an opportunity to tease him about his height which he blamed on his Asian genes, until you bring up Shorter is in fact not short, and taller than Ash. That gets Eji red in the face, today though the spark wasn’t there. Instead you opted to swipe a cucumber from his cutting board.

Eji stopped cutting all together to put his hands on his hips, “It’s dangerous for you to just grab stuff like that while I’m cutting, (y/n).”

You laugh, “It’s not like you’re going to cut my fingers off. Or are you that clumsy?”

Eji resumed cutting, “Maybe it won’t be an accident, you did break one of my favorite photo frames.” He pointed the knife your way.

“Wait a minute, Ash is the one who threw the pillow!” You protest.

“You’re the one who tried to braid his hair while he was sleeping,” Eji brought up a smile creeping across his face.

“You knew his hair was getting long and you wanted to do the same thing. It looked cute!” You whine walking to the island leaning against the wooden top.

Eji laughed, he had a cute laugh that went up and octave, “He looked great, I tried to convince him to wear it that way.” He sighed, “Instead he had to go and cut it,” Eji whined.

Walking over Eji placed a plate of cut assorted vegetables and ranch. Picking up a carrot round you inspected it turning it between your fingers like the rose.

“Has Shorter bene home?” You ask hoping maybe he snuck in while you were gone.

Eji shook his head, “No.”

“Have you heard from him?” The desperation in your voice betrays you.

Eji shakes his head again without saying a word. The frown on the face gives it all away, he feels bad, he’s been in the situation of not knowing where his lover was. Sympathy radiates off him in waves as you bite into another carrot round and think about packing, or maybe not going at all.

Hearing the front door creak open your heart skips a beat as you look over, only slightly disappointed to watch a disgruntled blonde walk in. Running his fingers through his blonde locks Ash came up to the counter grabbing a slice of cucumber. About a million questions run through your brain at once, but you know he has something on his mind. He never walks in so silently; Ash is always sure to announce his presence as not to startle anyone into thinking it’s a break in. It’s an old habit everyone kept from when Ash was hunted down just a few short years ago. As much as you watched Ash, Eji, Sorter, hell even Max joke around, you knew the fear was still there. Harbored deep down.

Finally, Ash swallows and his green eyes won't dare connect with yours.

“I’m going to Coney Island for few days,” Ash announced.

Eji turned his face screwed immediately into worry, “When are we going?”

“You’re staying here,” Ash’s voice was firm, he’d made his decision.

Though if anyone was stubborn and could change the Lynx mind it was Eji.

“I’ll pack a bag,” Eji didn't take no for an answer.

Ash sighed, “Come on Eji, it’s an easy job, it’s just Arthur causing problems. Squashing him back down won’t take more than the weekend.”

“Going alone is stupid,” Eji crossed his arms officially meaning business.

“Do I ever go alone?”

Eji grunted.

“Look I’m going with, Cain,” Ash paused, “And Shorter.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you realize why he hasn’t looked at you since he got in. The air in the apartment changes tremendous tension at the name of the man with a purple mohawk.

“Is he coming here?” You ask.

“Sorry (y/n), I’m actually going to meet him in china town,” Ash played with the collar of his shirt.

You feel your guts twist the butterflies dying and anger filling your cheeks turning them red. You bang your fist against the countertop.

“Why!” You shout your voice echoing startling yourself.

Silence sits in the room, your own voice still echoing in your ears. Slowly you lay your head on the cool varnished wood.

“He can’t avoid me forever,” You mumble, “We have to talk about this.”

It didn’t sit right with you, to just let it fester any longer your heart was breaking already the thought of him just being angry with you. You wanted to understand why he was so upset with you leaving.

“Plus, I need to apologize,” You pick your head up, “I was out of line screaming at him to leave.”

Eji turned up his nose, “From what I heard he was just as much at fault.

You raise a brow towards Eji, “How much did you hear.”

Eji jumped a little, “I wasn’t eavesdropping,” he put his hands up in defense, “But I could hear you guys down the hall.”

Once again, the silence overtook the kitchen. You guys really had been properly arguing.

“I want to go,” You look at Ash trying to channel Eji’s determination.

“Neither of you are going,” Ash put his foot down, “It’s too dangerous.”

You stand up, “Seriously Eji’s been,” you’re cut off by a knife falling to the floor.

Looking over Eji is picking up the kitchen utensil apologizing. He keeps his dark eyes on the knife as he places back on the counter.

“If it’ll just take the weekend, we’ll see you Sunday night than,” Eji beamed his eyes closed.

Ash nodded crossing the threshold of the island hugging Eji tightly. You saw the way Eji’s dark eye’s looked dim as he returned the hug his face just popping over Ash’s shoulder. Without another word Ash walked upstairs presumably to his bedroom. You kept your eyes down on the wooden floor listening to the footsteps creaking across the little house.

“If I couldn’t get through to Ash this time there’s no way you could,” Eji leaned back against the counter.

“But he let you go on dangerous jobs all the time,” You finish your rebuttal.

“I knew you were going to bring that up,” Eji shook his head, “Ash did everything to keep me safe, he always told me to stay behind, but I never listened.”

“Sound’s about right,” You snicker not used to seeing Eji so serious and you weren’t sure what to say, “Why are you listening this time?”

“Because I think I know why he wants me to stay.”

“If you say because of me,” You point at Eji, “I’ll come over there and sock you.”

Eji stuck his tongue out at you, “Of course it’s you, but not you. More like imagine how Shorter would deal with it post argument, he couldn’t focus someone would get hurt. Besides you only caught the end of our adventure, you never saw what happened in the center, it was rough. Especially on Shorter and Ash.”

You feel your shoulders sag, he was right, you were there to help Max break the story. The last major part in the chaos you took part in was finding Ash in the library.

“Say goodbye to him for me,” You wave off Eji. You couldn’t stand to see Ash off currently.

Grabbing your coat off the hook you could practically feel Eji’s eyes boring holes in the back of your skull.

“I’m not going where you think I’m going,” You huff, “It’s purely coincidence.”

“(y/n),” Eji warns.

“I’m serious, call Max and ask,” You open the door and can hear the footsteps rushing down the hall.

Slamming the door for fun and out of spite and head towards the subway.

While waiting for the train you sit on a bench and pull out your phone realizing on a normal day you would have been long gone to work already. There’s no way you would have stumbled into Ash, Shorter would have slipped away without a trace. You could feel the anger rising in your gut, you had half a mind to go back and really give Ash what for. Every time you and Ash started a shouting match though somehow Eji would diffuse it-or Ash would win. Clenching your phone, you tap your foot angrily looking down the platform. Where the hell was the train, you wanted to get far away from the crazy-at least for a few hours.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You look up at a pair of dark eyes slightly covered by dark bangs a figure shorter than Eji standing there.

“What do you want Sing?” You sigh sitting back against the metal bench.

Sing take a seat next to you his signature smirk plastered across his face, “I was in the neighborhood, and Ash called asking me to find out if you were doing anything dumb.”

You had half a mind to at this point, “It’s not me it’s Shorter,” you cross your arms over your chest.

“Wow you guys really are fighting!” Sing looked like he was in awe.

“Oh good,” Your voice goes up an octave in sarcasm, “Everyone knows!”

“it’s hard not to,” Sing sticks his nose up, “Shorter’s been a real pain in the ass recently.”

You roll your eyes, “Tell me about it.” You look over catching Sing’s eyes and the two of you burst out into laughter.

You liked Sing he was a little younger than everyone else, but you could tell even while participating in gang activity he was growing up just fine. Always offering to walk you to see Shorter if he was too busy to leave the restaurant, and making you feel better when things with your gang leader boyfriend were tense and strained. Sing was easy to joke around with and didn’t treat you like an outsider of the tightly knit group that had formed. He believed in you 100 percent. The more you thought about it he was kind of like a cute little guard dog.

“Want some company wherever you’re going?”

“I don’t want to move you too far out of your way, I am going to Broadway to do paperwork for Max.”

Sing just waved you off, “I’m not doing anything anyway, I wasn’t invited to the shakedown.”

You snort and Sing started to gripe over the sound of the train pulling in. That was another thing about Sing, you knew he was capable, hell everyone did, but if they weren’t worried about protecting you or Eji -Sing was next on that list. Truly the little brother to the dynamic duo Shorter and Ash. One-time Sing had been late coming back from a drop off and Shorter was pacing the small livingroom practically pulling his purple hairs out. When Sing did show up Shorter was so mad, he hadn’t answered his phone. Turns out Sing had broken it and Ash bought him a new one the next day. Even as Sing insisted, he could pay for it.

Deciding to let Sing accompany you because it was better than riding alone to work the two of you swapped casual conversation about idle topics like tv shows or what new dishes Eji was trying.

“Man,” Sing leaned back while holding the brace bar, “You better bring me leftovers.”

You laughed, “Why don’t you just come over for dinner?”

Sing smiled and you’re reminded once again why you like talking to Sing so much. He was easy to talk to, he wasn’t as serious, he really brought your stress down a level. Sing stayed with you up until you got to the front of the small office building Max was operating out of.

“Thanks,” You wave as you start ascending the stairs.

“He’ll be fine after this weekend!” Sing shouted back.

You pause at the door looking back towards the bottom of the steps.

Sing gestures a thumbs up, “There’s no way Shorter will still be mad after a weekend away. I could already see his resolve crumbling when I talked to him earlier. He hates being away from you, and being angry,” he winked, “He’s kind of into you, but you didn’t hear it from me.”

You can feel the blush spreading through your cheeks as you giggle, “I won’t say a word.”

Dancing your way to the elevator clicking the button for the fifth floor you felt your heart fluttering in your chest. By the time Shorter was back you’d be packed, and everything would be fixed.

The elevator doors slid open and you met Max with a large smile even when he sheepishly presented you with a large stack of papers to proofread. The deadline was tight, and you knew you couldn’t give him an earful, he was the one getting you into a prestigious school, the work had to be done that day. It was a welcomed distraction as you sat at your desk and started knocking out articles.

It was nine o’clock when you finished and turning your brain off to Shorter had been the right move. Max drove you home asking about packing and giving you pointers for LA. You decided not to tell him about the drama, you’re not sure what he’d say. Though he was a married man you knew he had his own share of drama with his wife. Maybe you didn’t really want his advice.

Getting back to the small town house you see Eji sitting with the TV on watching an old movie, your dinner is int eh microwave. You already know how the night is going to go, it’s always the same when Ash and Shorter are out, dinner, snacks, movies, sticking close. The two of you may fall asleep on the couch, or in someone’s bed. You say nothing about what you think they may be doing, and you are each other’s company, there’s comfort in knowing someone is going through the same thing. Eji smiles and you know it’s hollow, he’s worried, you’re worried. You gently hold his hand and the weekend of silent hopes commences.

You’re practically bouncing off the walls Sunday night. You went with Eji to the store and started making a large meal that afternoon of the duo’s favorite foods. Unsure of Cain would be spending the night you guessed at what he might like.

“I’m inviting Sing,” You say already tapping on your phone.

The kitchen looked like a proper welcome home party with food, drinks, and a few decorations. There was a knock on the door, and you gestured for Sing to come in and make himself comfortable.

Around 11 o’clock you were starting to pace. You weren’t actually sure when they were getting in, hopefully sooner than later.

1 am was when you heard the first heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. The footsteps aren’t what woke you up though it was Eji getting off the couch jolting Sing awake. Slowly you adjusted to the bright lights you can’t believe you fell asleep with them on. Yawning and stretching the excitement of them coming home hasn’t hit you yet, your head is still fuzzy with sleep. Eji’s standing at the door like a puppy his hands clasped together patiently waiting with a sleepy smile on his face. For a moment it almost slips your mind why.

Crashing open the door seemed ready to burst from its hinges as everything moves too fast. Ash hobbled in leaning against Cain who had a strong grip around Ash’s waist. Eji was scrambling to Ash’s side while instructing Sing where the first aid kit was because you still hadn’t moved frozen to the couch. No wait- you were standing- when had you stood up? Eji was asking Cain what happened, but he sounded so far away, like his voice was coming through the walls. All at once the world that was chaotic and moving at lightning speed slowed. Sing ran back from the bathroom with the first aid kit, and you swore he was running through jell-o. Your feet moved, but you swore you hadn’t told them to. Padding across the hardwood floor in slip resistant kitten socks you push Eji to the side, your hands instinctively grab Ash’s collar. He lets you tug him down to meet your face. You feel hot and cold all at once as you stare into his dim green eyes.

“Where's Shorter?” You whisper simply.

Ash is silent Eji is grabbing your shoulder.

You shake the blonde haphazardly moving yourself more than him.

“Where’s Shorter!” You scream feeling the fat tears stream down your face.

“They got him,” Ash’s voice is hoarse.

“What do you mean they got him!” You can’t stop screaming.

“y/n” Eji’s voice still sounds like a faraway whisper.

“Arthur was a little more than we bargained for,” Cain answered gruffly, “Ash’s hurt pretty bad, Shorter let himself get chased and probably caught so we could get out.”

The tugging on your shoulder feels more forceful and you let yourself get pulled back releasing the death grip on Ash. Finger outlines kept his shirt collar pulled out. Stepping back further you let Eji and Sing attend to Ash and Cain in gentle calming voices. Sticking around to watch doesn’t sit right with you, and you can feel your stomach turning. Instead you run upstairs and enter your room. Slowly you close the door the air feeling like it was sucked out of the room right after. Shakily you put your hands over your mouth, your back sliding against the door. Crying on the floor next to the empty cardboard boxes that were never packed the room is too full- too full of Shorter.

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Dreaming of You - Bang Chan

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~Finally after so long I finally finished something 😭 I hope Y’all like it!

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Y/N

Tossing your bags on the ground you kicked your door closed behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, another long day finally finished. You entered your small apartment discarding your shoes and jacket by the front door, leaving them in a pile on the ground to deal with in the morning. You’re eyes watered as you let out a yawn you had been holding in since lunch time. Who ever knew a remedial office job could be so taxing. Everyday you felt more and more drained from your everyday life. You grabbed a slice of leftover pizza from the fridge and plopped down on your couch, not bothering to heat it up. Cold pizza was better anyways. A strong meow emerged from the pillow underneath your foot as you lounged on the long sofa. Out crawled your feline Mozzie, the long haired tuxedo cat gave you an annoyed headbutt on your foot and sulked off to your bedroom to claim his place at the foot of your bed. You took out your phone and began scrolling through your TikTok feed. Your eyes felt heavy as you watched the trends and fancams scroll by. Time seemed to slow and eventually it felt like it stopped all together as your head fell back on the arm of the couch and your phone dropped from your hand. Your eyes closed and you drifted off to sleep.

…….

-Where am I- you asked yourself. The world felt hazy and unrecognizable. You lifted your head, confused and dazed. This is a dream, it has to be, you thought. Looking around, you were in a small room, a laptop and briefcase on a table in front of you. Why did this all seem so familiar to you? It was like you’d seen it on T.V. or the internet before. The orange walls and black chairs felt like a distant memory you couldn’t quite reach. The clock in the corner caught your eye. 2:30 am. Damn, that’s late, you thought. You stood up from the black swivel chair you were sitting in and a wave of exhaustion hit you like a bus. Your hands landed on the table in front of you as your vision went blurry. That’s odd, you’d never felt anything like this in a dream before. Was it even possible to feel tired while asleep? You looked down at your hands on the table. That couldn’t be right. Those weren’t your hands. The hands in front of you were male, a few rings adorned their fingers. Panicked, you looked around the room for anything with a reflective surface so you could see yourself. The silver of the briefcase was too dull, and the room had no windows. Suddenly you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey man it’s late we should go home.” The voice sounded so familiar, but you couldn;t place it. It was weirdly deep, and was that an accent? You opened your mouth to reply-

…….

You jolted up from the couch to find a very impatient Mozzie staring up from your lap waiting to be fed his prompt 7:00 am breakfast. You rubbed your stomach where he had crash landed on you. That was a wild dream, you thought. You’d never experienced something that felt so real before. What was it that people called it? Lucid dreaming? You shrugged your shoulders and turned your attention to your day ahead. You emerged from your couch cocoon and trudged over to the kitchen, Mozzie following close behind. While getting his breakfast you threw on a playlist and began your early 2000’s movie worthy, get ready montage.

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CHAN

Chris stumbled into his room, dropped his briefcase on the ground and collapsed on his bed. He buried his face in his pillow, exhaustion hitting him like a brick wall. He could hear a small groan coming from one of his room mates across the room. Rolling over he pulled his comforter up to crash for the night, or whatever was left of it. He needed to stop getting old. It was getting harder and harder to pull these all nighters. His body felt heavy and head hurt from staying up too long. His eyes barely open, he reached over to his phone, 4:00 am it read. He plugged it in and his head dropped back to his pillow.

…….

Chris opened his eyes and found himself staring at a kitchen stove, eggs quickly crisping in front of him. He quickly turned off the burner and moved the pan before it started smoking. He looked around the room, a small apartment? Were the members playing a joke on him? Was he still dreaming? The apartment was small but bright. Sun filtered in from the windows and danced on contemporary furniture. The hardwood floors felt cold under his feet. He had lucid dreams before, but this felt oddly real. He ran his fingers through his long hair. Wait long? He looked around the room and spotted a mirror by the front door. He quickly ran to it.

Okay now he knows he must be dreaming. In the mirror staring back at him was a girl, long hair, and bright eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest confused, He looked down surprised at how real he felt. He uncrossed them quickly as he felt heat in his cheeks. This was not what he meant when he said he wanted to join the committee. He’d never seen her before, maybe a face in the crowd or a fan. He’d see so many people everyday it was hard to remember.

A sudden meow made him jump. Fear is normal in a dream right? That’s what nightmares are, he assured himself. He looked over to the counter to see a fluffy black and white cat perched staring at him with big blue eyes.

“Well hello there,” He played with the tag around the feline’s neck. “Mozzie, that’s a cute name.”

…….

Chris awakened to pillows being thrown at him from across the room. He groaned, stretching and sitting up to see Hyunjin who was probably about ready to shake him awake.

“Come on Chan hyung, we gotta go in a bit.” Chris groaned and looked at his phone. His reflection in the mirror showed his own face looking back at him. He sighed of relief knowing he was himself again.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few.” He stood up ready to begin their schedule filled day. He rubbed his head, he could barely remember being at JYP last night. One minute he was working the next Felix was dragging him home. And what was with that dream. He didn’t think he’d ever lucid dreamt not as himself, but he supposed it wasn’t impossible.

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Y/N

Your eyes couldn’t stare at your computer anymore. You couldn’t tell if it was the fluorescent lighting or the numbers on your screen, but your head felt like it was going to explode. Today felt like a blur. You could barely even remember getting ready this morning. You looked around your small little cubicle. You supposed it wouldn’t hurt to rest my eyes super quickly. You pushed your keyboard aside and laid your head down on your desk.

…….

Your surroundings were different this time. You were in a big space, what looked like a stage maybe? Your concert dreams sometimes felt vivid, but this was more vivid than being at a concert. The lights, the people, it felt too real. You looked down at your hands, they were the same from last night. Your outfit was noticeably different too, boots, black skinny jeans, and grey T-shirt.

“Hey, Chan-hyung! Come on, it's time to practice. Dude are you okay?” You looked suddenly up from your hands to see a very concerned Kim Seungmin. This is definitely a dream right? “Hyung are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah I’m fine.” You said, but the voice wasn’t yours. Instead of your voice, a much deeper aussie accented voice came from your mouth. So, you were dreaming you were Bang Chan? Your dreams kept on getting weirder and weirder.

“Come on hyung.” Seungmin grabbed your arm and pulled you up toward the stage. Much like the exhaustion last night you were surprised by how real his hand felt on your wrist. You could feel his grip on your forearm. When you reached the stage a staff member handed you both a microphone and ushered you onto the large performance area. Here the other members of Stray Kids sat waiting for you both.

“Alrighty let’s get this show on the road, we’re doing Levanter right?” Asked Changbin.

“Yeah, that and Double Knot.” Jisung called out. Your heart raced and you froze.. Levanter, Double Knot? Sure you knew the songs, but did you KNOW them. You did a silent prayer that your dream self knew what they were doing and lined up with the other boys.

Thankfully you knew more than you thought and you performed the songs almost perfectly. It almost felt like you had done it a thousand times before as lyrics flowed from your mouth on cue, and your body moved to the music. Maybe you’d binged watched performances too many times and it was now stuck in your head. As you sat down on the stage your breathing was heavy. And was that sweat? Did someone turn up the temperature in the office? A phone fell out of your pocket. Facial recognition opened it. Looking through the apps you found Instagram. The Straykids official account? This could be fun. You held up your phone and snapped a quick selfie. In the caption you wrote “Can’t wait to see you Stay. #bangchan #LoveStay🐺” Here’s a gift dream Stays, you smiled, laying down and closing your eyes.

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Ding! Your head shot up from your desk. You could feel marks on your face left from the bumps in your sweater. Blinking the tiredness from your eyes you quickly peeked your head around to see if anyone had noticed you were asleep. Thankfully no one was really paying attention. You looked over at the source that disturbed your napping. When the screen lit up you were surprised to see a notification, @realstraykids posted. You slid the notification open and immediately dropped your phone on the ground. You scrambled to pick it up, your hands shaking. The loaded post was a selfie of Bang Chan and the caption read, “Can’t wait to see you Stay. #bangchan #lovestay 🐺”. What did this mean??

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CHAN

Practice was exhausting. At least Chris thought it was. It all seemed to pass by in a blur. One second he was getting ready backstage and the next he was collapsed on the floor after performing. Maybe he was just tired? He wasn’t sure. It felt like he had woken up this morning more sleepy than when he went to bed if that was even possible. He rubbed the back of his neck and turned towards his kids.

“Alright, everyone has to be back at JYP by four, got it?” They nodded and one by one stood up to go rest until their performance that evening. After they had left Chris trudged his way back to his studio where he hoped he could get some peace and quiet to nod off for a few hours.

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When Chan awoke he was back in the same apartment laying on the couch in the open plan living, kitchen, dining, everything space. He looked down. Yup same girl. He got up and began looking around for clues as to who she was. Her decorating style was simple, but trendy. There were a lot of potted plants on the window sills, monochrome grey furniture with accent throw pillows and blankets, and fairy lights that hung from the ceiling on the walls.

He turned a corner into a small bedroom. It had the same style as the space outside, but something caught his eye. Over on one wall was a set of shelves adorned with pictures, Polaroids, knick knacks, books, and music albums. Chris wandered over to view the collection. He smiled as he focused on one particular shelf. This shelf held albums that were yellow, red, grey, and purple. He recognized the designs he had put his own input into. The light stick they had worked so hard on. On that shelf sat a Polaroid that had a very familiar face on it, his own. He smiled to himself, so you’re a Stay huh?

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Y/N

As you relaxed into your seat on the bus you stared at the ticket in your hand. Maybe if you asked him about it he would know, or he’d think you were absolutely delusional. You shook your head, you were lucky enough to get into this fansign. You weren’t sure it was worth the risk of sounding crazy, not only in front of Bang Chan, but possibly other members as well. You gripped the letter you had written him tightly in your hand. The whole situation made your stomach queasy just thinking about it. You had been nervous enough to sit in front of them and actually have to talk to them, but with this on top of that your nerves were on a whole other level. You shook your head and pushed the thought aside. You were finally going to a Stray Kids fansign you should be excited and happy. You placed your letter into your album and stared out the window, hoping your nerves would begin to settle.

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CHAN

Chris took his seat in his chair ready for another evening with stays. He sat at the long table at the front of the room. It had been decorated to match their latest album. There were about a hundred chairs lined up neatly all the way to the back of the room. In each one sat a lucky Stay that was there to greet them. He was excited he was getting to see Stay again, they always gave him a smile and made his heart a little lighter. Although, he was a bit more tired than usual. These strange lucid dreams he’d been having really didn’t make for restful sleep. He hoped it wouldn’t affect his performance today and that Stays didn’t notice. He’d hate to make them worry. JYP staff began assisting fans lining them up to get ready to sit with each member. There were a lot of people here today. With each and every comeback their gatherings seemed to grow more and more, and the venues increased in size.

It was like any other fansign. He sat and smiled and shared a brief moment with each and every Stay in front of him. A few Stays mentioned they hoped he was resting enough, but not too many, he assured them he was and that was that. He held their hands and laughed with them, and smiled for his fansites' cameras. Everything was going off without a hitch.

The last group was getting ready to stand in line to see them, when Chris did a double take. A wisp of long hair and a nervous smile had caught his attention. He shook his head. Minho, who was seated next to him, shot him a look of confusion. Chris shook his head and mouthed that it was nothing, but he couldn’t keep himself from peering over at a familiar head of hair in line. He did his best to focus on the stays in front of him, however in between he couldn’t help but glance over as she made her way closer and closer to him.

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Y/N

Your hands couldn’t stop shaking as you got closer and closer in line to see the members. At least he wasn’t the first one so you could relax a little. The line seemed to move so quickly, would seconds be enough? You’d never been to a fansign before. You thought about the letter you had stashed in the back of your album, there’s no way you could sneak that to him. You were going to have to hope for the best.

“Miss?” You snapped out of it to see a staff member waving you over as it was your turn.

The first member was Changbin. He smiled a sweet smile at you and said hello. You spoke for a moment, commenting on how cute his hair was. And you moved on to Hyuinjin and the process repeated. Then Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N..

Everything was going smoothly until you reached Minho. He was right before Chan and you could feel your nervousness creeping back up on you now that he was so close. Your hands began to shake again and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You did your best to muster up a hello to Minho. He smiled at you, a little concerned he took your hand.

“Are you alright?” He asked. Your eyes flashed to him then quickly to Chan and the down at the table. He leaned in a little closer to you so only you could hear. “Don’t worry, there's no need to be nervous, I promise he won’t bite.” You looked back up at him and he winked at you. You smiled at him and thanked him before standing and moving to sit in front of Chan.

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CHAN

Chris smiled and waved goodbye to the Stay in front of him. Reaching behind him to grab a bottle of water and began to greet the next Stay. “Hello there, how are y-” His sentence stopped, It was her, the girl from the dream. He remembered her long flowing hair, her eyes, and her smile. Chris felt frozen in time. She was prettier in person. It was different looking at her face to face instead of in front of a mirror.

“Hi Chan, it’s nice to finally meet you.” She said with a smile. “It’s almost like a dream.”

“Hi there,” Chris paused hesitantly, wanting to ask about what she knew, but worried she wouldn’t believe him. “You remind me of someone I’ve seen in a dream.” Her eyes widened a little.

“Really? I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a few dreams about you.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but her mouth closed and she looked at me expectantly.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“It’s Y/N.” Chris chuckled to himself. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just, I’ve been trying to figure that out since the moment I saw you.” She blushed, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “You look tired, have you been sleeping okay?” He asked.

“I could say the same about you, but I’ve been having weird dreams lately,” She paused. “Dreams that I was you.” Chris smiled. “I dreamt about your rehearsals today actually. In the dream I was scared I wouldn’t know Levanter or Double Knot.” She laughed.

Chris looked up at her confused. He thought back to last night and earlier this afternoon. The pieces of his memories that were blurry, the end of the night at the studio, the Instagram post he didn’t remember posting, and the songs that no one except the members and the staff knew they were performing later on this evening. Could it be this was a two way street? Chris looked behind him, making sure the staff weren’t paying attention. He took his pen and wrote something down in her album.

“Well, I hope to see you again. Maybe we’ll meet in our dreams.” He smiled and waved goodbye as she went to go take her seat in the audience. He kept a close eye on her as she carefully opened her album and read what he wrote.

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Y/N

Did that really just happen? You were so nervous you could barely even hint on what you wanted to ask him. Your hands were still shaking and your heart was racing a million miles a minute. Probably better you didn’t or he would’ve thought you were crazy. You were happy you got to speak to him at least. You made your way back to your seat and carefully opened your album. You flipped slowly through it until you reached the page he had written in. Reading it made your heart almost beat out of your chest. You looked back up to him still on stage, still looking at you, with a comforting but knowing smile.

Y/N,

I hope we get to see each other in our dreams again. And maybe when we’re awake too. I’m sorry you had to endure our rehearsals instead of me today. Say hello to Mozzie for me.

-Bang Chan

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