#The two Chas ‘s gossiping

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PARTY IN THE U.S.A!

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.

faceclaim: rachel mcadams.

summary: before the miami grand prix, o/s posts you and charles goes on a journey to find you. too bad that time has plans of its own.

author’s note: the request said you wanted to have reader be introduced to charles through another driver’s gf but because i’m egotistical, i chose to link this to the nepo sister universe. so they meet through o/s. also i changed it up slightly! this can be read independently of the nsu but it’ll be more enjoyable if you read the other works.

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oldersister: our new film ‘material girl’ is now out! enjoy my cameo in my best friend’s film! so proud of her and the most incredible team who worked with us to create this incredible film. thank you for allowing me to be a part of this 💕

neposisreader: a smile might be good.

-> oldersister: nothing to smile about in my life.

-> neposisreader: i already apologised for bringing lando to dinner without a warning!

user3: running to the cinema to watch this!

user1: so jealous of her life icl.

user4: no cause i had no clue o/s and y/n are childhood besties?! this changes everything.

user5: the two pretty best friends everyone has been looking for.

landonorris: whooo look at my sister in law 🥳

-> oldersister: blocking you immediately actually.

-> landonorris: WAIT !! 😩😭

user6: what’s charles doing here in the likes 🤨

-> user7: he’s friends with o/s. that’s probably all there is to it.

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yourusername: i had the best time working with the most magnificent group of people on this movie. ‘material girl’ is currently out! i had the opportunity to work with the best and make something truly unforgettable. keep an eye out for my bestie’s cameo! also my niece came to come visit me on set. my favourite gift <3

neposisreader: mrs fluffkins is evil.

-> yourusername: she’s an angel!

-> oldersister: exactly! thank you!!

-> yourusername: you know i got you bestie 😘

user1: you look so good in this shade of blonde!

user2: brb running to get my regina george halloween costume.

user3: charles liking y/n related posts? hmmm 🤨 you not slick baby.

*liked by landonorris.*

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ynswife: our girl y/n dropped to the jimmy fallon show to spill all the gossip about her newest film, her love of miami and her best friend oldersister.

user1: i love her tan and this hair on her!

-> user2: she’s always so happy and bubbly after spending time with o/s. that’s truly her girl.

user3: i watched material girl with my best friends and i almost cried at the end when regina had her big speech. i love y/n’s acting sm.

-> user4: she’s going to be in the david fincher adaptation of gone girl! so excited for her! she’s gonna kill it!

user8: did you guys notice how she stayed silent when the topic of her love life came up? she’s always so quick to mention she’s single….

-> user9: when she comes out as dating o/s >>>>

-> user17: when the doctors come back with your tests and legally diagnose you with delusional tendencies >>>

-> user12: what if she’s dating charles?? he’s been interacting with a lot of her accounts recently…

-> user7: i’m gonna put my hand on yours when i say this okay? that’s not happening beloved.

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yourusername: miami i lovee youu 😘

oldersister: when did you take that pic of us?

-> yourusername: the lady behind us took it! she sent it to me through airdrop <3 you looked so cute i had to post it.

-> user1: they’re 100% dating.

-> user2: nah they’re definitely friends.

user3: WHO IS THE GUY IN THE THIRD PIC?

-> user4: it’s her costar! the proportions match!

-> charles_leclerc: no it isn’t. lol.

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charles_leclerc: here is my ‘hard launch’ and now that i’ve got your attention. go watch my amazing talented girlfriend in her newest movie ‘material girl’.

oldersister: i still don’t like this.

-> landonorris: charles and i are in-laws now 😘

-> oldersister: who unblocked you from my instagram???

-> landonorris: WAIT NO 😭

user1: yasss watch this masterpiece of a movie!!

*liked by charles_leclerc.*

user2: king of promotion. y/n needs to get him a job in the marketing department.

danielricciardo: watched this film five times and if you saw me cry… no i didn’t.

user3: they’re actually so cute together?? this is growing on me.

yourusername: approved ✔️

-> charles_leclerc: just jumped in joy 😍‼️

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

pussydrunk!Yuuji knew you had somethin special between your legs, even before you gave him a sample: He flirts with you endlessly, showing his interest in you any time he gets a chance. 'Fuck, y/n, have mercy...' Yuuji thinks when he finds you on your lavender loveseat beautiful brown legs spread, intently reading the magazine you're holdin up to your nose. The shape of your pussy in your tiny panties makes his mouth water; his dick rising so fast he gets a bit dizzy. "Hey, I'm so fuckin tired. Hope your day was better than mine, pretty baby.. Was it?" Yuuji asks sweetly. Your nose still pinches at the pet name "'S fine, I guess. Whooped the fuck outta Panda today." You answer without takin your eyes from the gossip you're currently consuming. "Scuse me, I was talkin to her. How rude!" You look down to see him starin between your thighs, leanin to plant wet kisses against your clothed clit lovingly. "So fuckin nasty.." You whisper, spreading to make room as Yuuji removes your underwear.

pussydrunk!Yuuji died and went to heaven the first time you let him hit: He's naked on top of you, eyes shut tight huffin hard as fuck in your face. "Ooh shit, girl! Tight as hell.. Ahhhh fuh- hold up.. Gonna cum, y/n. Pussy's too wet round my shit. Stay still for a second." Oh hell naw! Can't believe your ears right now. You didn't get all dolled up for nothing. Makeup perfectly matching your glittery sapphire one piece lingerie. "Yuuji, you just slid in.. Aint even start strokin yet." Tone heavy with annoyance, but he can barely hear you. Blood rushin in his ears; black dots his vision. Then Yuuji's filling you up half a second later; lickin and suckin on your neck as he presses in deep as he can. "Fuckfuckfuck! Please don't hate me, y/nnn.. Ah shit! Can't stooop.." He's crushing you under his weight, poor baby so incoherent. Doesn't even realize how he pathetically chants 'pussy's too good' as you land a smack on the back of his head.

pussydrunk!Yuuji feels like the world's ending when you don't let him fuck for a while after the first time: You're sitting with your back against your pillows in bed scrolling through the gram when he bursts in the room, briefly attempting to pry your knees apart. "Baby, come oooon. Need it so bad. Why are you torturing me like this?" Yuuji's been such a whiny brat about it. You want it too but he needs a fuckin lesson. "Boy.. First off, not ya baby. We ain't datin. Two, you came too fast, and waaay too fuckin much. Do you even know how much nut you spilled in my shit by the time you finished?" You fix him with a steely glare for good measure but his goofy ass only hits you with a perplexed "Ummm. A lot?" You scoff, rolling your eyes before looking back to your phone. "Baaaaaaby!" "Not cha baby.."

pussydrunk!Yuuji that starts bargaining after a few weeks, ready to gamble with his life if that means fuckin you asap: "Playin with my emotions, y/n. Just tell me what I need to do already. Do anything, name it. Just tell me what you want and it yours." He's got you pinned to a wall at the school, hands on either side of your head, dick tenting in his uniform. "No, Yuuji. Don't think you learned your lesson yet." "I did, baby! I'm sorry. So so sorry for filling your pretty lil pussy up without permission." You look into his shiny eyes, feeling a bit guilty at your teasing. His handsome features looking so devastated as he hangs his head, stuffing his face into your throat. Fuck, his submission has you so damn wet; panties sticking to your plump pussy lips. How much longer can you keep this up? "Hmmm.. Come over tonight?" Yuuji's like a kid in a candy store, head poppin up as he grins at you widely. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, baby." His kisses smother you as he whispers his appreciation against you lips. You laugh, pushing him back to retain your tough act. Even though all you want is to be impaled on his cock again. "Whatever, Itadori. Just dont be late. Oh and one more thing: Not your baby." Your tell him in a sing song voice, walking away with a little extra sway in your hips. "We'll see bout that.." Yuuji says to himself, squeezing his dick as he stares at the jiggle of your backside.

pussydrunk!Yuuji who refused to take any chances now that he's finally got another shot. He makes sure to jerk off before he comes over, hoping to God that helps with feeling of your compact pussy. When he gets there, he starts off with your pleasure; has you cum on his hand and tongue first. Yuuji quickly finds out nuttin before was a good idea. Especially from how his dick keeps jolting at the feel of you round his fingers, the delicious fuckin taste of you drippin down into his mouth. You're beggin for a break by the time Yuuji puts you on your side. "Pleeease baby, c-can't yet. Need a few mintues." Voice low, already a bit hoarse from screaming his name for the past half hour. "Aw.. I'm ya baby now? That right?" He coos, chuckling at how you nod but try scootin up to escape him swipin his dick up and down you drenched slit. He pulls you back by your hips, his fingers itchin to grip your y/h/c locks and hold you in place. "Naw, where you goin? Said I could finally get in this cute lil pussy tonight." "Can, just need to catch my- YUUJI!" Your not sure if you ever hollered so fuckin loud in your life, your soul descending straight to the depths of hell when he skewers you on his thick dick. "Hold up, baby. Pleeease! Dont gotta stop. Just n-need a quick break." "Mm mm, y/n. Can't do that." One arm slidin underneath you to wrap around and hold your tummy; the other under your knee to lift up your leg. Yuuji's thrusts are slow and shallow, just testing the waters of your perfect cunt, hoping to keep some kinda composure. "Oh. My. GOD. Got my dick trapped, baby. Lemme go so I can fuck you." Pulls your trembling frame closer against his body, kissing your shoulder, sliding in so much fuckin deeper. "Wait, Yuuji, wait!" You never receive any reprieve though. He only kisses your shoulder a second time, grippin at your tummy fat as he speeds up. "Wish I could. Mmmfuck.. Waited too long already." Eyes rollin back when he smashes his pelvis against your juicy ass over and over. "Cant think, cant eat or fuckin sleep without this pussy, y/n/n." Yuuji lifts your leg higher, opening you wider as his dick jams in to the base. Your pussy's drooling all over his balls, tits bouncing wildly and its getting really fuckin hard to take. "Y/nnn! Holy fuckin shit- gonna be mad at me when I creampie you again? Dont be, princess. Know I can't help myself." You're unable to do little more than wordlessly keen in response, poor cunt rapidly fluttering as his curved girth jams your g spot. Shit, no one's ever fucked you so thoroughly. You've never felt like this; can't even take a breath as he nails the tender spot with too much accuracy. "Yuujiiiiii!" You're squealing and squirting all over his cock, makin a mess of him without permission- just like he did a few weeks ago. Except, Yuuji fuckin loves it, is instantly obsessed with the sight and sensation. His eyes cross, saliva running down his chin as his body spasms and he nuts in you with everything he's got. "Oh fuck, y/n. This pussy mine! Baby, say it. Say it's mine, tell me you belong to me." It's the first time he's given you any typa command but you submit like you've been doin it all your life. "Yooours, Yuji. Forever yours!"

[maxverstepponme]

I find it strange Cha’s sister has fan sites, I mean I don’t agree with wag fan sites but what does a sister to an ex wag do? Everything feels so forced with those two and as F1 returns it will get worse cause the followers are dropping again so expect more ads and bought followers. //Sincerely I don't know what's more creepy:Valentine's fan pages or Alex's (rumored Ch's gf) fan pages plus the fact that in more than a month some gossip pages are not at all over it. At least those for Valentine could be bc some fan girls like her style or her average influencer atitude or maybe to do immediately the link with Charlotte and Charles if something 's happening.

But Alex?!Seriously?!Poor girl she's just existing and all the crazy Ch fan girls make them a statue or drag her down.She was obligated to private her ig acc and delete some Tiktok. Her art acc is full of comments ab Charles. Let her breathe...

I remember someone saying she opened an art account to gain attention 💀

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 10/06/2023 (Dave & Central Cee, The Weeknd/Madonna/Playboi Carti, Metro Boomin’s ‘Spider-Verse’ OST)

Content warning: Incest?

It’s Dave’s third, and Central Cee’s first: their massive collaboration “Sprinter” debuts at #1 on top of the UK Singles Chart, and with a four-song EP, the two have definitely shaken things up, so welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

We have a bit of a hectic week to cover this episode, so it’s of no surprise that we ended up with tons of notable dropouts, those being songs that exit the UK Top 75 - which is what I cover - after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40. This week’s hefty list includes Eurovision hits like “Queen of Kings” by Alessandra, “Cha Cha Cha” by Kaarija and… Ed Sheeran hits like “Life Goes On” and “Curtains”. Otherwise, we say farewell to “Tony Soprano 2” by Nines, “Princess Diana” by Ice Spice and Nicki Minaj, “Snow on the Beach” by Taylor Swift featuring Lana Del Rey, “What’s Love Got to Do with It” by Tina Turner, “Sure Thing” by Miguel, “Forget Me” by Lewis Capaldi and “I Ain’t Worried” by OneRepublic.

As for what’s filling in the gaps, “Anti-Hero” by Taylor Swift is our only re-entry at #49, but our notable gains include boosts for “Relax My Eyes” by ANOTR and Abel Balder at #58, “UNHEALTHY” by Anne-Marie featuring Shania Twain at #48, “TMO (Turn Me On)” by Luude and Bru-C featuring Kevin Lyttle at #45 - definitely not complaining about those three - alongside some I’m not as pleased about, like “Area Codes” by Kali at #39, “Talibans” by Byron Messia at #37 and “Side Effects” by Becky Hill and Lewis Thompson at #35, though at least “Little Things” by Jorja Smith is up to #28, and “Good Love” by Hannah Laing and RoRo is big off of the debut up to #22. We also see Dua Lipa’s “Dance the Night” gain up to #13 and “Padam Padam” by Kylie Minogue at #12, both just missing the top 10, whilst “Dancing is Healing” by Rudimental, Vibe Chemistry and Charlotte Plank enters the top 10 at #8, becoming the first for Vibe Chemistry or Plank but Rudimental’s fifth; their first in five years since 2018’s “These Days” with Jess Glynne, Macklemore and Dan Caplen. It’s a shame that this new top 10 hit isn’t all that good, but what can you do?

The top five on this week’s UK Singles Chart consists of “Daylight” by David Kushner at #5, “REACT” by Switch Disco and Ella Henderson featuring the late Robert Miles at #4, “Giving Me” by Jazzy at #3, “Miracle” by Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding at #2 and of course, “Sprinter” at the very top, which we’ll get to later as part of our muddled batch of this week’s new entries, which we’ll start now.

NEW ARRIVALS

#70 - “Give it to Me” - Matt Sassari

Produced by Timbaland, Danja and Matt Sassari

If this week is defined by anything, it’s that we have songs by the duo of Dave and Central Cee, songs produced by Metro Boomin and a bunch of loosies that fall into neither of the categories. This song, more known for its “Full Vocal Mix” that halves its length yet has around 100 more million streams, is by French DJ Matt Sassari, and is essentially a remix of Timbaland’s 2007 hit of the same name with Justin Timberlake and Nelly Furtado that was a #1 hit in both the UK and US. The original is a fascinatingly bitter takedown from the trio onto… pretty much anyone who they didn’t like, whether that be Janet Jackson, Fergie, Prince or Scott Storch - yeah, they hit some pretty big names here, and it’s one of those diss tracks that feels a bit more petty than it does deserved… though honestly, I don’t find that much of a problem given how the Timbaland solo albums are mostly celebrity showcases anyway so it makes sense to stain them with gossip. With that said, I don’t like the original that much, as whilst it’s got the classic buzzing synth bass and heavily percussive groove of Timbaland tracks, it also has some of Nelly Furtado’s weakest and most awkward performances, especially in her verse, and the vocal melody all three of them go for in the verses is sing-songy and bitter to the point where Nelly sounds completely confused, Justin sounds punchable and Timbaland just sounds funny… which means he at least has the most charming performance. Given the club-based lyrics, it makes sense for a house remix but I do feel it’s a tad awkward, especially with how disjointed the new house beat ends up feeling with the original song’s vocals, which whilst being effectively chopped up, don’t really provide any sensible alternative to this just being an instrumental, and said instrumental would be pretty cheap-sounding and boring with its typical slap house synths that cloud up into a whole lot of nothingness. If not lazy, it’s empty - so it definitely makes sense that they shortened it to not even two minutes, got rid of the instrumental and replaced it with the original verses, excluding Nelly’s, which is a welcome decision but with every Timbaland-produced track, you could tell how involved he was in ensuring everything made perfect sense and worked together. He was a star-producer for a reason, and adding his work onto some distantly made slap house beat does no justice for the original track, even if I’m not a fan.

#68 - “HEATED” - Beyoncé

Produced by Beyoncé, Sevn Thomas, Neenyo, Jahaan Sweet, Boi-1da, Cadenza, Kelman Duran, Stuart White and Harry Edwards

There are four and a half minutes of runtime on this track, and double the amount of producers… yet you can definitely tell where they’re all coming from. Sure, this is not my favourite track from RENAISSANCE, but there are so many layers to this at any point in time: the liquid-smooth acoustic guitars, the weirdly intense Afrobeats percussion, the distant distorted chanting under several different layers and harmonies of Beyoncé providing great vocals as always. Sure, there’s only one real verse, but this is the “vibiest” song on the album, coasting off personality in an actually endearing way, mostly because Bey is full of charisma and whilst the song is mostly about how only a real man can handle the unique, powerful woman that is Beyoncé, there are some nice nods to how she came up - with her subtly paying tribute to her uncle Jonny in the pre-chorus - and the completely insane outro of liberation and aggression that ends the song with the mantra that had been in the back of the mix the whole time. Like most of RENAISSANCE, it’s just a great, slickly-produced and cleverly-composed track with a lot of attention to detail - why it’s coming back now I have no idea, but it may have something to do with the leaked Drake reference track. I honestly wouldn’t have minded him on the final track, mostly because a song about being uniquely powerful makes a lot of sense for both Bey and Drake, but it’s not like he brings all that much personality to the table, so the solo version works just as fine.

#63 - “bread & butter” - Gunna

Produced by Turbo, Omar Grand and Cam Griffin

I could not care less about if Gunna “snitched” or not - it seems that he took a plea deal, which is normal and common in the legal system, and Gunna’s relationship with his friends is of no interest to me, or any white boy on Twitter who thinks they have an eye on the streets. I did expect a comeback single when he was freed, but I didn’t expect it to honestly go this hard and be so connected to the story at hand. First of all, the R&B synths sound warm and the bass is surprisingly fuzzy and dynamic for a trap beat. More importantly, Gunna maintains his hustle, dissing Lil Baby for his perceived hypocrisy as he apparently still associates with “rats”. It’s a shame to see that duo dissolve, but the melancholy flow Gunna keeps with for most of this song is pretty defiant though it shows a level of sorrow and guilt considering how he becomes so paranoid and arguably allows his flow to become quite wonky in that second verse, mentioning how many have wronged him, his addiction to prescription pills and most interestingly how he feels that he fell for a manipulation of the legal system, which isn’t exactly hard for me to believe. Ultimately, this is not a great song - it runs a little long and Gunna is still not a dynamic vocalist, even if the melody gives his bars an internal sadness that interests me about where he could possibly go next, perhaps for more vulnerable lyrics down the line. I mean, it would be interesting to hear from Gunna of all people, but I don’t think I wanted it to have to come about like this.

#60 - “Closer” - Bou featuring Slay

Produced by Bou

Okay, for once, I think we need to stop thinking about the “Children”. Bou’s recent drum and bass hit is yet another flip of the late Robert Miles’ trance classic that hit #2 in 1996, and it definitely feels overdone, especially since the piano sound here Is particularly cheap, and the build-up is so liquidy it’s practically slime, which isn’t worth it since the drum and bass break is tacky and the bass is straight-up ugly, with the borderline off-key 808 clipping in the mix. Slay is a BTEC Bru-C who just repeats the chorus for half of the song until he actually gets into a verse, which for whatever reason is set to the back of the mix with a bunch of reverb, so it sounds like a completely disjointed song. Slay can barely flow and sounds completely out of it, so everybody here is amateur hour. Next.

#59 - “Annihilate” (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse) - Metro Boomin, Swae Lee, Lil Wayne and Offset

Produced by Metro Boomin, MIKE DEAN and Prince 85

I’ve heard really great things about Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, and I do feel it is one of those superhero films you can enjoy without any prior knowledge of superhero films, and whilst I’m a fan of animation, so it’s probably necessary to watch it at some point, I don’t really have any interest in it, especially not after listening to the soundtrack, which feels as watered down as it could possibly be before it isn’t even recognisable as Metro Boomin production. What’s much more prominent are the flamboyant MIKE DEAN synths which make complete sense amidst all of the pop-music melodrama Swae Lee brings to the table, and honestly even Lil Wayne’s pretty great verse wherein he gives all the spider lines he must have been saving up for this groove-less trap beat. Offset on the other hand is embarrassingly basic, and Swae Lee has a verse for whatever reason that just makes the song drag on for no reason, especially since it’s a motivational song so if you’re not feeling it in the first hook, you won’t feel anything else. I get the appeal, but I’m not a fan… yet we have more Metro Boomin-Swae Lee Spider-Man tracks next week, except replacing the guests that are actually talented with, well…

#56 - “Calling” (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse) - Metro Boomin, Swae Lee and NAV featuring A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Produced by Metro Boomin, Chris Townsend and johan lenox

NAV. He replaced them with NAV. To be fair, A Boogie is here too, but this is mostly the Swae Lee affair once again, with a liquid guitar line and an incredibly basic trap beat relying on pianos and occasional sound effects to make it sound in any way unique to Metro or the soundtrack. NAV is dour, also saying he isn’t materialistic, because anybody is believing that, and the rest of this is a love song. Great. Naturally, most of them sell it through the idea of giving them a bunch of luxury items, as well as generic platitudes that don’t paint an actual picture, with Swae Lee relying on superhero tropes again. I quite like A Boogie here, with a particularly dynamic, ever-changing flow and particularly honest, kind of cute delivery that has slightly more reciprocal lyrics as well as a great moment where the strings come in at the end of his verse, and he sounds great over them. That verse doesn’t save the song entirely though, especially due to the overlong instrumental outro that just fades out... and without any Spider-Man vore, unfortunately. We’ll be back to your feature film presentation after these brief messages.

#52 - “Sittin’ on Top of the World” - Burna Boy

Produced by Skread

So, in 1998, Brandy Norwood released “Top of the World”, featuring the laidback, effortless rap of Ma$e and the hit-making grooves of Rodney “Darkchild” Jerkins. It’s fine. The production actually feels very underwhelming, and the conceit of the song isn’t exactly fascinating, especially with a just-okay Brandy performance, two tacked-on Ma$e verses and a post-chorus that hasn’t aged particularly well - not because it’s problematic or anything but because it sounds very jerky and missing the fine tuning that probably would exist with that kind of vocal stutter and refrain nowadays. To be fair, the strings in the bridge are great, but the song isn’t overall, and it stalled at #2 behind B*Witched… okay, so the song was at least better than that song, and I’ll admit that it’s funny to hear Brandy ask Ma$e to slow down because he’s “killin’ ‘em” considering Ma$e is one of the most - purposefully - boring rappers of all time. Is Burna Boy’s remake an improvement? Well, I say yes, actually, with a fatter bass groove than the original, and a clever interaction with the sample, which is pitch-shifted and both interrupts and completes Burna Boy’s self-liberating chorus. Sure, that vocal stutter still doesn’t sound great, but it’s more well-integrated with the blended production here, and Burna Boy’s rich voice definitely helps further how catchy and honestly just kind of cute this song is, with the wormy synth by the end sealing the deal. Mediocre sample ends up producing pretty good song. Who knew?

#51 - “Am I Dreaming” - Metro Boomin, A$AP Rocky and Roisee

Produced by Metro Boomin, MIKE DEAN, Peter Lee Johnson and Scriptplugg

Our third and final track from the soundtrack is the only good one here, and yes, I’m saying that because A$AP Rocky is on it. Let’s just say I’m a fan. Seriously though, there are other factors here, mostly the whole early-2010s pop vibe it has going on, though a bit less compressed than those tracks were. The strings sound excellent and actually make this feel like a superhero anthem, especially when Roisee’s hook lines up perfectly with it, amidst the buzzing bass synths, and whilst I think that hook may be repeated a bit too much, she actually sells the motivational angle, partly because of how distorted her vocals end up sounding, indicating a filter that’s actually an obstacle between her and her dreams, whilst the rest of these tracks are complete fantasies. Similarly, Rocky mentions waking up feeling thankful for everything that’s been granted to him, and remembering how far he’s come from his impoverished childhood, even mentioning that because of the disparity he saw, he ends up ensuring his poorer friends hang out with his wealthier friends… which is not how that should work but I don’t care when he’s flowing this effortlessly, and the drums are so busy during his verse, it’s impossible not to have at least a little fun with it. I do wish Rocky was on the rest of this, but Roisee’s vocals are great, even if she doesn’t really go for an alternate melody at any point, meaning it feels a bit exhausting to try and split the chorus and verses from each other. Even if Rocky’s a non-presence for the rest of the track, MIKE DEAN is definitely here decorating the track with all his favourite synth patterns. Speaking of, even if it’s our last from him as a lead artist, Metro - and MIKE DEAN for that matter - still have yet another track debuting this week, that being…

#21 - “Popular” - The Weeknd, Playboi Carti and Madonna

Produced by Metro Boomin, MIKE DEAN and The Weeknd

Yes, this sounds bizarre on principle. The Weeknd and Madonna makes some sense considering the over-the-top pop icon status they both display, as well as both singers’ obsession with modal eras, but Playboi Carti? Well, it makes more sense when you consider Madonna was intended to be on the song firstly, and secondly, Carti’s only contributions are baby-voiced ad-libs in the post-chorus. In fact, let’s get him out of the way - he’s mixed horribly, doesn’t need to be here, sounds like he’s been sped-up and awkwardly placed in and his parts feel double the length of any actually decent elements the song brings to the table, which is a shame because this is actually a fantastic song, perfectly fit for soundtrack of The Weeknd’s HBO series The Idol not only due to its lyrics about being desperate for stardom but also with the campness of it, not pretending to be cool like any of the Spider-Verse cuts. Instead, we get Madonna’s silly spoken-word monologue over thematic synths and Metro’s drums doing their best Timbaland impression in this very 2000s funky dance-pop production. I’m pretty sure the song is about the series’ characters in some way, but I care very little about that so I’m just interested in the constant hooks exploding from everywhere, whether it be the sneaky keys, Abel’s constant grunting in the verses, the infectious “oh-oh” refrain in the pre-chorus, and of course, that impeccable chorus, whether it be the synths jabbing in and out or the catchy refrain Abel croons out. Madonna, unsurprisingly, gives not a fantastic performance but one very much within the realm of what she needed to do, as keeping it a tad more subtle was probably for the best to avoid this becoming a completely incoherent track. The cute laughs added in the bridge is a nice touch too, it does sound like this could have very well been a prime Madonna track… except you know, with The Weeknd replaced by Prince and Playboi Carti a complete non-presence. Please make a version without him, Abel, it’s the only thing that’s preventing this from being an excellent song - and you know, maybe add a bridge or synth solo in his place. Please?

#17 - “UK Rap” - Dave and Central Cee

Produced by Kyle Evans

Okay, so one thing I’ve noticed is a trend across all of our new arrivals this week: the lyrics are not interesting. If you run through them, they’re mostly either generic for no reason and as a result just uninteresting or generic because they’re soundtrack singles, with “Give it to Me” being a remix so the lyrics can’t really be totalled up there even if they are a bit more interesting. Apart from “bread & butter” and maybe “HEATED”, these three songs from Dave and Cench, all from their four-song EP Split Decision will be our only chance for some depth or at least comedy this week, since Dave is a conscious rapper and well, let’s just say Central Cee is never afraid to elaborate. Apart from the only track on the EP that didn’t chart, it’s pretty low-stakes for Dave and a comeback to making actually good music for Cench, so I’ll try and make these last three pretty quick and light-hearted. “UK Rap” is a slightly condescending nod to how British hip hop is under-represented, with Cench knowing  a girl who only listens to the two most famous British rappers - guess who - and otherwise only bumps Americans in the car. Kyle Evans provides a decent enough drill beat, even if I’d want it to be a bit more fluid with the 808s and it seems a tad too intimidating for a song that’s mostly comical in its lyrical content about this… underwhelming relationship. Cench actually goes for some wordplay as well as having a pretty confident delivery, and mostly does alright. Dave… well, his verse is just as comical, and I had to stop and replay the song after I laughed over the bars that followed him randomly dropping in his pontification about asking for feet pics. The verse honestly continues to be pretty great, as Dave has an attention to detail in his bars, with a great conversational flow, slick wordplay about Rudimental and a great fluid flow that runs all over the beat and makes it sound so much better than it actually is. Oh, and we get a Nelly Furtado mention here, which would be a book-end if this were the single.

#14 - “Trojan Horse” - Dave and Central Cee

Produced by Dave

This sample is incredible. The strings from the Warsaw Philharmonic Orchestra are beautiful, and they’re chopped up in a pretty awkward way on first listen but as soon as the trickling drill hi-hats come in, it all makes sense, and the bass also sounds weird first listen… but the juicy tone of it makes it sound a lot bouncier, which works for them trading bars and creates a really unique version of a drill beat. As for the bars here, Dave and Cench talk about gang violence and paranoia, that even gives him trauma when his girl puts him in cuffs, as well as a lot of flexing and girl talk as you’d expect. Apart from wanting to have sex with his step-sister, it’s a nice touch that instead of cutting out the beat when Cench says he doesn’t need a beat (because he’s “too vocal”), Dave instead gets rid of the strings sample, so that when he comes back for his verse, he can lead another one in that’s a bit more interesting and screechier than the last, keeping the beat a lot more interesting, as well as allowing the main strings loop to feel like a refrain, that fits due to the nostalgic feel of it. Dave’s rhyme schemes are satisfying and whilst I’d appreciate a bit more interplay, they have enough chemistry in that they’ll share similar rhyme schemes or content themes between verses. Dave definitely shows up Cench - as expected - in terms of pure bars, but as a result it almost feels relaxing whenever Cench comes back In, which is actually the opposite for the third and final track from the two debuting today:

#1 - “Sprinter” - Dave and Central Cee

Produced by Jo Caleb, Jonny Leslie, Dave, Jim Legxacy, Kyle Evans and TR the Producer

The big hit from the EP is actually pretty much a Central Cee showcase, as the one track on this EP where he really shines ends up getting the single and video push. I’m glad, too, since first of all, I haven’t heard Cench’s vocals in this high of a fidelity so Dave gave him more of a budget than usual, and he also put him on much more interesting production, with the six producers curating an incredibly energetic, tropical beat bringing highly percussive elements to the drill rhythm, whilst tonally, the song uses acoustic guitars and almost Pharrell-sounding vocal soundbites as well as an incredible use of bass. It’s a lot of flexing and girl talk once again, but there’s actual interplay between the two and Cench is the most infused he’s been in years, whilst Dave is effortless rapping quickly but still with this new conversational cadence I hadn’t heard from Dave until now and it really works a lot better, since his blunter delivery was what prevented me from enjoying some of his music prior. Cench’s second verse is genuinely incredible, as he goes on for way longer than I expected as the beat shifts around him into this beautiful vocal warbling that has enough attention to detail to add the “Maybach Music” tag when it’s referenced. I could probably do without Dave’s second verse, honestly, I feel like the song is kind of out of steam - and breath - by the end of the second chorus, and it ruins the catharsis the song makes me feel from having a return to the hook after Cench’s exhaustingly good verse, but as a misogynist epilogue, I suppose it works, and whilst I do prefer “Miracle”, I’m not mad this is at #1.

Conclusion

It’s getting the Best of the Week too, though you could honestly tie it with “Trojan Horse”, and as for the Honourable Mention, it only feels right to give Beyoncé a nod for “HEATED”, though Gunna was absurdly close. As much as I want to spare Metro Boomin, he did make NAV chart so “Calling” with Swae Lee featuring A Boogie wit da Hoodie ends up as the Dishonourable Mention, with the Worst of the Week easily going to “Closer” by Bou featuring Slay, which I can only hope doesn’t last. As for what’s on the horizon, well, it seems like it may be the true start of Summer on the charts and it seems like the quality for this Summer’s hits are going to stay pretty high, even if the older tracks are a bit too slow in their exits, so I’m excited to see what else is coming. As for now, thank you for reading and I’ll see you next week!

[writtenwhalien]

all of you | 08

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 14330

18+ | warnings ↠ angst, pregnancy, feelings of insecurities, mentions of unrequited love, lots of kissing, marking, dirty talk, Jimin has a bit of a praise kink, teasing, face-sitting, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), cum-eating, there’s a lot of “I love you”’s in here loool (it’s needed!), hand job, little bit of hair pulling, breast play, unprotected sex, impreg kink, multiple orgasms, creampie, and lots of fluff (finally!).

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together…  a short dream?

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You’ve only been here for ten minutes and already you can’t wait to leave. The smell of latex and antiseptic is too much for your now sensitive sense of smell, but you know you need to stick it out for the remainder of your first midwife appointment.

It’s been a week since you found out you’re pregnant and every day since then your symptoms have only increased — as well as your nausea, your breasts feel more tender, you need to pee more often, and you’re far more tired than you used to be. Gi told you she had all the same symptoms, although it’ll be a little while longer before you get the perks of pregnancy, being the bigger breasts, glowing skin and luscious hair. 

All of that is the last thing on your mind though…  You always imagined when you would be pregnant with your first child, you’d be the happiest you’ve ever been in your life, but instead you’re constantly feeling anxious. 

This is Jimin’s baby, and while it makes you so happy that you’re lucky enough to have his baby, there’s the cruel fact that you’re no longer with him and he is supposed to be marrying Bong-cha in two months. Now you’re left deciding whether or not you should tell him. The right thing to do for him would of course be to tell him — it’s his baby and he has a right to know. 

You also know Jimin wouldn’t care for anything anyone else says, and would return to you. While that’s something you still so badly want, you’re well aware of the fact that Jimin would end up greatly disappointing Deok-su which is what you were trying to avoid by breaking up with Jimin in the first place. 

As well as that, you’ve also considered the gossip and rumours that would spread about you, and it would no doubt bring some kind of trouble to the Park reputation which Deok-su would hate, and you even wonder if Jimin’s dad would hate it. 

Having a baby out of wedlock isn’t uncommon of course, but for a family like the Park’s, it could easily be seen as somewhat of a scandal amongst their upper class, supposedly “perfect” families, and you would hate to bring that kind of trouble to Jimin.

Still, despite all of that, you want to tell him. Starting a family with Jimin is something that crossed your mind often while you were together, and while it did always feel like a premature thought, it still excited you. 

And it definitely excited him. You’d spoken about it before and although it wasn’t a now thing, you both knew you wanted to have kids at some point in the future. And as well as his love for children, Jimin has also, occasionally, expressed an interest in getting you pregnant before, mostly in the form of husky murmurs during sex. Because of it, you always thought of getting pregnant with his baby as a good thing, and while you still only see this as a blessing, telling him seems so much more complicated. 

“So, Miss L/N,” the midwife, Sol, addresses you after having just inputted some of your health information into your new neonatal file. “I do have to ask some questions to ensure your safety and the safety of the baby, are you okay to have your friend here while you answer?” Sol asks, smiling and gesturing to Gi.

“Oh, yes, she’s my sister,” you nod, turning to Gi who sits beside you, and she squeezes your hand reassuringly, well aware of how nervous you’ve been the past few days. 

“Perfect,” Sol says, pulling out a few papers as she begins. “Okay, so have you missed your last period already?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know when it was due?”

“Um, roughly two weeks ago now.”

“Okay, and you took the test a week ago?”

“Yes, I took two just to be sure… they were both positive.”

“Mhm, and what is your living situation like? Do you live alone, or with family? And are you comfortable?”

“Yes, I’m comfortable and I live alone.”

“Okay, and the father of the baby…” Sol looks up with a kind smile. (You’re certain she’s used to seeing couples come together, but here you are, alone, besides Gi.) “Will he be around to help you look after the baby?”

“Um,” you pause. That’s a question you don’t know the answer to…

“He’ll be here,” Gi says from beside you. When you turn to her, she gives you the same look she’s been giving you all week after sternly convincing you to tell Jimin, and nods to confirm it. 

Sol looks at you, and slowly, you nod. “Y-yes. He’ll be here.”

“Great,” Sol smiles and quickly jots down what she needs to as she continues. “I also need to know some further details of both the mother and father.”

“Sure,” you smile briefly, proceeding to tell her your details.

“And your occupation?” Sol asks.

“Oh, I work in finance but I recently resigned to take a break before finding another job,” you tell her.

“Okay, that’s fine,” she nods, jotting it down quickly. “Now, the father’s details if you know them...”

“I should know most of them,” you nod.

“Great, father’s full name and date of birth please?”

“Uh, Park Jimin.”

You’re fiddling with the hem of your dress, so you miss the way Sol’s eyes widen and her head perks up, but she quickly resumes her professional persona as she asks, “Sorry, could you repeat that, was it Park Jimin?”

“Yes,” you nod once. “His birthday is the 13th of October, 1995.”

“Right,” Sol nods, scribbling it down as she asks, “And his occupation?”

“CEO of Park Motors,” you mutter.

Hearing that answer, Sol purses her lips together but of course, says nothing as she writes it down.

“Are you hungry? We can go grab some food if you like? I know a place that I could stomach even when I was sick,” Gi offers as she climbs into the driver's seat of her range.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you answer, climbing into the passenger seat beside her. “As long as there’s no strong smells please, I’ve already got a headache from the hospital smell.

“I got you,” Gi grins, as she puts the car into drive and sets off. “But you better get used to it, you’re gonna have a lot more appointments here now.”

“Yeah, I know,” you mutter, fingers tracing the edge of your neonatal file in your lap. Jimin naturally comes to your mind, and you still find yourself unsure of whether or not to tell him. 

As well as your reasoning of it possibly causing trouble for him and his family, there’s also a tiny, insecure part of you that wonders if Jimin might not want this. He’s still young, and while you know he’s always wanted kids of his own, what if this is too soon for him? 

Gi glances across, taking one look at your downcast appearance before she sighs, taking your hand in her own. “Y/N, babe,” she says softly, squeezing gently before returning her hand to the wheel. “Everything’s going to be fine, okay?”

“Is it?” you ask quietly, looking across at her. 

“Yes,” she smiles. “I know you don’t know if you should tell him, but I’ve already told you, he has a right to know. And I’m so sure he’ll be happy, even with everything else that’s happened.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Gi snorts. “Because it’s Jimin. First of all he’s crazy in love with you, and secondly, he loves kids. His face would always light up around the boys so I’m sure he’d be over the moon to be having his own baby with you. Anyway, you won’t know until you tell him yourself.”

Sighing, you lean back into your seat, knowing Gi is right. 

Your eyes fall to your tummy; there’s not a huge difference, only a small swell of your lower tummy, but you still feel special knowing you’re growing a new life in there. A new life from Jimin and you.

“Mom will be coming to stay on the weekend so if you want to wait until then, I’m sure she’ll have some good advice for you,” Gi says.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’ll wait for mom.

Sol finishes up her last appointment before lunch, politely saying goodbye to the happy couple as they disappear out of her door before she sinks back into her chair, feeling confused and conflicted on what to do.

Bong-cha is one of her good friends on the ward, and although Bong-cha didn’t say anything to anyone, everyone still found out about her engagement to Park Jimin — the man you said is the father of your child. 

Sol doesn’t know you, but she’s certain you wouldn’t lie, and also, your nervous hesitation when answering her questions about him being around was enough for her to know that you weren’t lying. 

It seems wrong of Sol to keep this from Bong-cha — her future husband is going to have a baby with another woman — but at the same time, Sol has sworn to patient confidentiality and doesn’t plan on losing her job over this. So she comes up with another way to let Bong-cha know that doesn’t involve directly telling her.

Grabbing a few files from her desk, Sol places a copy of your neonatal file on top, with your name clearly printed in the corner, and heads out to the main staff room. Just as Sol expected, Bong-cha appears a short while later to make herself a copy as she always does.

“Bong-cha!” Sol beams, waving her over.

Bong-cha smiles, and Sol notices how weary she looks as she comes over. “Hey, Sol,” she says, taking a seat with her coffee.

“Hey. You look tired today, have you been sleeping enough?”

“I’m fine,” she  says, pursing her lips together. 

Sol can see she’s not, but deciding not to pry, she moves the conversation onto small talk for the next few moments. Then she finally decides to get up and excuse herself to head back to work. She leaves the files on the table.

Bong-cha only realises they’re there when she’s getting up after finishing her own lunch, and she recognises the purple colour files as the neonatal files. Knowing she can’t leave them there, she picks them up to return to Sol, and as she does so, her eyes freeze on the name at the top that she immediately recognises.

Then her whole body freezes, her heart sinking in her chest as she puts the pieces together. 

A part of her desperately hopes it’s not you, maybe it’s someone with the same name, or if it is you, then maybe it wouldn’t be with Jimin, maybe you slept with someone else as a mistake. Bong-cha knows that’s ridiculous, but her weak, delicate heart can’t stop from hoping that it’s not what it most obviously is …

Lowering herself into the chair, she opens the file. Her heart drops when she skims the information there.

 Mother’s Name: Y/N L/N

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Father’s Name: Park Jimin

one month later

“You still haven’t told him, sweetheart?!” your mom exclaims through the phone, her tone still gentle.

“No,” you mutter, sinking further into the couch as though in shame. 

“Y/N, you told me you were going to tell him, what happened?”

“I don’t know,” you whine, wishing your mom were still here with you. “I keep blanking every time I think of how to tell him.”

“Exactly what we discussed,” she says. “Text him to meet and then you can tell him!”

You know your mom is right. That’s not the difficult part for you though. It’s the uncertainty of what would happen next. You have no doubt that Jimin would end the engagement to Bong-cha for you, but the aftermath of that would be horrifying for his family; you can just see the headlines already. “Park Jimin breaks off engagement for pregnant mistress” — or something of the sort. 

That would probably cause Deok-su’s stress levels to shoot up, if they wouldn't from hearing about the pregnancy alone, and you definitely don’t want to be the reason he goes into hospital again, not when he’s already so fragile.

There’s also the fact that you don’t want Jimin’s family to hate you for possibly causing problems for them. You know that your pregnancy alone might not be so bad, but if paired with breaking off the engagement, Jimin’s family would be spoken about for months and you don’t want to be the reason for that. 

But there’s also the other side of things. The part of you that wants to tell Jimin. You want him to come to the midwife appointments with you, you want him to hold your belly and sing to his baby like he would sing to you, you want him to be with you when you bring this baby into the world, and most importantly, you want your baby to see all the love and kindness that it’s father has to give. 

a few days later

“I want to see her.”

“You can’t.”

“I need to.”

“Jimin, you can’t.”

“I want her back.”

“Jimin…” Namjoon sighs, sitting forward to put his drink onto the table.

He’s sitting with Jimin in his backyard, having invited him over to try and get his mind off of things, but Namjoon is one of the only people that Jimin can speak freely with, so he’s the one person Jimin pours his heart out to without fear of judgement or being annoying. 

“It fucking hurts, Joon,” Jimin mutters, dropping his head back as he wills the tears away for what feels like the hundredth time in the last month. 

He can’t believe that it’s been that long since he’s last seen you, spoken to you, or had any form of communication with you. The only reason he’s been holding back is because he doesn’t want to make things any harder for you — he knows it would be a dick move for him to keep talking to you when the current situation points towards him marrying Bong-cha. 

But even that thought is foreign to Jimin. The engagement did nothing to make it feel real. The pictures were staged and as soon as they were done, which only took five minutes, Jimin went back to his room and spent the rest of the evening there. 

He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to marry Bong-cha. He physically doesn’t think he can, and yet, he’s supposed to in a month…

“What if I don’t marry her?” Jimin asks, wiping his cheeks as he looks at his friend.

Namjoon pauses, looking at Jimin. “Bong-cha?”

“Yeah.”

“Jimin, we’ve been through this already.” Namjoon pats his leg, thinking of all the times Jimin has turned up at his door this past month in tears, insisting he won’t do it. “You know that all of it would’ve been for nothing and it doesn’t mean that your granddad is gonna be any more accepting of you returning to Y/N. You’ll just be back at square one.”

“But I can’t marry anyone else,” Jimin croaks, “I can’t be with anyone except Y/N.”

Namjoon’s heart hurts seeing Jimin this broken up, and as absurd as it sounds, he’s desperate to help him, even if it is a waste of an effort. “Why don’t you try talking to your granddad again?” he says quietly.

Jimin’s head perks up. “What?”

“Try asking your grandad, one more time. It’s been a month. He’ll see you’ve considered it and who knows, he might have a change of heart…” 

Jimin sits up, looking at Namjoon with wide eyes. He’s always thought highly of Namjoon’s opinion, and if he thinks it’s worth a shot, then Jimin definitely does. “Okay,” Jimin nods. “Maybe this time…”

As foolish as it may seem to anyone else, Jimin feels hopeful.

It’s almost 10pm when Jimin is pulling up in the driveway of his family home. His thoughts are racing with possibilities and he thinks furiously of what he should say to convince his granddad one last time. He knows Namjoon made a good point, maybe Deok-su will see that Jimin tried for a month but it still won’t work. Maybe Deok-su will finally understand just how much Jimin loves you.

Deok-su does understand. After you visited him in the hospital. He’s understood more than ever just how much Jimin and you love each other.

The first time Jimin approached him and mentioned you, he hadn’t cared much for it, brushing it off as some childish crush that Jimin has developed, but Jimin and you were real. So real that even a year later when things got hard, you fought for him as hard as you could, and he did the same. 

Deok-su remembers what it feels like… to love someone and to fight so hard for them. But Deok-su only remembers the pain at the end of it. Still, he thinks, I was fighting for someone to love me back, but Jimin and Y/N… they’re fighting for each other.

There’s a difference, he knows it, and every night since you visited him, he’s been going to bed wondering if he’s making the right choice. After all, it could be the last thing Jimin remembers him by and he would hate it if Jimin were to hate him even after he’s gone. 

Initially he hoped Jimin would see his side of things, but it’s been a month and Deok-su can see how miserable Jimin still is. 

He thought this would make Jimin happy, he thought it would make everyone happy…

Jimin’s heart beats a little faster in his chest as he walks across the front lawn to take a shortcut to the main path that leads to the front door. He imagines you in his mind, using the thought of you to keep him going as he goes over what to say to his granddad—

Jimin stops, eyes immediately rounding in concern as he sees Bong-cha sitting on the front porch bench, her head in her hands although she looks up as soon as Jimin says her name. 

“Bong-cha?”

Her eyes are wide, surprised to see Jimin as she stands up, but Jimin can see the dampness glistening on her face. As he approaches her, it’s clear that she’s been crying. 

“Jimin…” she all but whispers, hands dropping to her sides. 

Jimin steps up onto the porch, slowly walking towards her. “I, um…” he hesitates, unsure of what to say or do. Bong-cha hastily wipes her tears away, but Jimin still asks, “Are you okay?”

She nods, forcing a smile on her lips. “I’m fine, all good, I just needed to see you.”

“Me?” Jimin says, startled, but then he remembers that as of two weeks ago, she’s his fiancée.

“Yes, I need to tell you something.”

“Erm, right, yeah… do you wanna sit down?” Jimin points to the bench again. 

“No,” Bong-cha sniffles, shaking her head. “It'll be quick. Besides, after I tell you, you definitely won’t want to stay here.” Jimin frowns but she continues. “I do have something else I need to say first, um…” she hesitates, clearly nervous as she twiddles her thumbs and looks down to the floor.

“Hey,” Jimin says quietly, walking a little closer but keeping a reasonable space between them — although she’s supposed to be his future wife, Jimin still feels awkward getting close to her now despite them being friends (and even having dated) in the past. 

Bong-cha looks up, and Jimin can see that she’s struggling. His heart softens as he sympathises with her, knowing just how difficult all of this has been for her. 

“You can take as much time as you need, you don’t even have to tell me now if you don’t want to.”

Giving a small smile of appreciation, Bong-cha shakes her head. “I need to do this now.”

Jimin smiles in response. “Okay.”

Bong-cha looks down again, finding it difficult to stay looking at Jimin with all the emotions she’s feeling. “I first want to say, I’m so sorry for what happened with you and Y/N” — Jimin is about to interrupt her, no doubt to say it’s not her fault, but Bong-cha stops him — “I know it was uncle Deok-su who wanted this… us, to happen, but I could’ve said no if I really wanted to, I could’ve refused.”

“No one blames you for that,” Jimin says softly. “My granddad can be really persuasive and you care for him just like I do.”

“I know,” Bong-cha sighs, “but it still felt wrong. It is wrong.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” Jimin says. “Please don’t feel bad about what my granddad’s done—“

“I have,” Bong-cha interrupts. 

Jimin looks at her, confused when he sees her teary eyes staring back at him. 

Then she whispers, “I kept something from you, and I should’ve told you as soon as I found out but I didn’t…”

“What is it?” Jimin asks, his heart beating a little faster as his mind immediately goes to his granddad — does she as a doctor know something about his condition that he doesn’t? Has Deok-su got less time than they thought? Are there complications?—

“Y/N is pregnant.”

Jimin feels like his heart stops, everything around him seeming to freeze and move in slow motion as he processes those words. 

In a few seconds his thoughts race and his world turns upside down… or as it feels, the right way up. He manages to get out one word—

“W-what?”

Bong-cha gives him a small smile. “She’s pregnant, you’re going to have a baby, Jimin.”

The tension disappears from his shoulders, the worry and nerves he previously had ripple away as a different feeling fills his chest — one of happiness, contentment, and certainty. Because Jimin knows now, that no matter what anyone says to him, he’s choosing you. You and the baby you’re going to have together. 

A steady exhale leaves his lips as Jimin asks in a voice barely above a murmur, “How do you know for sure?”

“I saw the files,” Bong-cha says quietly. “My friend who works in the neonatal department left them at our table by accident and I saw them.” 

Jimin nods, a happy smile forming on his lips. “Thank you, Bong-cha,” he says, though he’s barely focused on her right now.

He needs to see you, but first, he has one thing he needs to do. 

“Do you know when she found out?” Jimin asks, just about managing to contain his excitement as he focuses on the matter at hand. 

“Um, two-two months ago.”

Jimin stops and turns. “What? Two months?!”

Bong-cha nods, her guilt appearing on her face. I’m so sorry, Jimin,” she whispers. “I thought she might tell you herself, I wanted to give her time but then she didn’t…”

“And you still didn’t tell me?” Jimin asks, not unkindly. 

“It was wrong of me, I know, I’m so sorry.” Bong-cha’s eyes tear up again and Jimin remembers she was crying just before she came, and he suddenly feels bad. 

“It’s okay,” he mutters. “You did what was right—“

“I didn’t,” Bong-cha interrupts, looking right at Jimin. The tears are now streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t do what was right,” she whispers, voice on the verge of breaking. “I thought if I didn’t tell you… you wouldn’t find out.” She takes a deep breath, shaking her head with a small smile and she shrugs before she admits quietly, “I guess a small part of me was hoping this might work, but I was wrong.”

Jimin doesn’t realise what she’s saying at first, confused by why she’s so sad, but as soon as that last sentence registers in his head, Bong-cha is already walking towards the steps. 

“It was silly of me,” she says, brushing her tears away and sporting her usual smile. “You have Y/N, and speaking of whom, you should go to her now.” She stops at the top step, turning to Jimin with a smile, but Jimin can easily still see the sadness in it. “I really wish you both all the best, Jimin. Your baby is going to have the most amazing parents who love each other so much.”

With one more smile, she turns away, descending the steps towards the path. Jimin hesitates, wanting to rush to you now but he has one quick thing he needs to say—

“Bong-cha, wait.” He quickly descends the steps, stopping in front of Bong-cha who frowns in confusion, but it quickly disappears as Jimin brings her into a hug. 

It’s a short one, one that doesn’t feel the same as it did when they were good friends only a few years ago, but both of them know so much has changed since then, as much as it has from when they were in high school together. 

“Thank you,” Jimin says, pulling away and taking a small step back. “For everything.”

Bong-cha smiles, biting her lip as she holds back the tears, at least for now, in this precious moment. “You’re welcome, Jimin.” It’s bittersweet, but it means a lot, and for her, the biggest meaning is that she’s moving on. 

“Now go,” she chuckles, nudging him lightly. “Go to her.”

“I will,” Jimin grins, already stepping back to make for the front door. “Just need to do one thing first!” 

And he rushes up the steps and into the house. 

He makes straight for the private lounge in the back of the house where he knows his grandfather will be, and sure enough, when he enters, his grandparents are sitting on the couch discussing business with one of his family’s PA’s. 

Eun-ae is the first to look up, smiling when she sees Jimin. “Hello, dear.”

“Hi, can I speak with you both please?” Jimin asks, looking between them. 

The PA takes that as an order to leave and gets up to excuse himself, leaving Deok-su and Eun-ae looking confused. 

“Are you okay?” Eun-ae asks concernedly. 

“I’m fine,” Jimin answers, a smile growing on his lips. “I’m better than ever actually.” His grandparents continue to look confused, but for the first time as Jimin stands in front of them, he feels no pressure of wanting to please them, so he easily says the following words… “I’m not marrying Bong-cha.”

Deok-su frowns, as though he expected this, but Jimin ignores it and carries on. 

“The wedding isn’t going to happen, and I’m going to Y/N right now to tell her that I love her and I’m not leaving her.”

“Jimin,” Deok-su sighs, his guilt still heavy on his shoulders from the past weeks. “We’ve been through this—“

“I’m not here to ask for your permission,” Jimin interrupts, tone as stern as it’s ever been with his grandparents but he doesn’t care. “I’m here to tell you. I’m going back to Y/N, and one day, I will ask her to marry me, and she will be my wife, if she’ll have me.”

To Jimin’s surprise, Eun-ae smiles — proudly. 

“What if she doesn’t?” Deok-su asks, looking at Jimin with concern in his expression. 

Jimin shrugs. “I love her, and I’m going to do everything I can to win her back.”

With a heavy exhale, Deok-su speaks again. “Jimin, I really need you to think—“

“That’s enough, Deok-su.”

Both Jimin and Deok-su turn to face Eun-ae. Her voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the curtness of her tone. 

She’s looking at Deok-su with a plain expression on her face, and she says, “Jimin can fight for what he wants, and he is right to do so.”

“Eun-ae, dear,” he murmurs quietly, “do you not remember what we spoke about?”

Something inside Jimin’s grandmother snaps, and just like that, she’s turning her head to glare at her husband sharply. 

“I do, I remember everything, Deok-su, as do you. And I also remember exactly how it happened between us.” Her voice softens but still carries the same emotion. “I was 19 when I met you and I didn’t want to marry you, but you made me fall in love with you only to leave me for another woman, I remember that, Deok-su.” She stands up and looks towards a surprised Jimin, and she smiles softly while still talking to her husband. “But I won’t let you leave another woman broken hearted. My grandson is in love, and he will go to Y/N” — turning to look back down at Deok-su, her expression hardens again — “and from here on out, you will treat Y/N with the love and respect she deserves, and more.”

Jimin is silent, stunned by his grandma’s words but also grateful for them. He would’ve gone to you regardless of whether or not they approved, but it makes him feel so much happier knowing they’d be supportive of him. 

Although he is surprised to have just heard the truth about his grandparents marriage; he knew something happened between them many years ago, but he never knew what.

Deok-su is also silent, staring up at his wife with only regret and guilt etched into his face. Then after a moment, he nods. 

“Okay,” he says quietly.

Eun-ae gives him a small nod, a silent understanding passing between them both, and then she turns to Jimin. 

“I’m sorry for everything, and I’m sorry you have to correct our mistakes,” she says, approaching him and kissing his cheek. “But now you need to go to Y/N, make things right, okay?”

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice. With one quick peck on his grandma's cheek, he’s running out the door to you.

Eun-ae smiles, watching Jimin go before she walks towards the door herself, but her husband's quiet voice has her stopping. 

“Eun-ae?” he calls her name gently. She turns her head, meeting his gaze, and he asks, “You know how much I love you?”

“I do,” she answers right away.

Deok-su sighs, his shoulders relaxing in some kind of way upon hearing that. And when he locks eyes with his wife, the words slip out of his mouth without even thinking… 

“Now Jimin can experience a love like ours, hm?”

Eun-ae smiles. “Better than ours.”

Deok-su nods as he repeats quietly, “Better than ours.”

“Sung-ho, I need you to stop patting my belly every ten seconds, please,” you plead with your nephew, removing his hand from your belly for what feels like the hundredth time this evening. 

Gi and Sung-ho and Ji-seok are spending the weekend with you, and despite your nephews' tantrums, you’re grateful for the company. 

“But mommy told me you have a baby in there, I wanna feel the baby kick!” he grins, closing his bedtime book from in front of him. 

“Sung-ho, I told you, the baby is too small right now, you can’t feel any kicking.”

Your nephew sulks, sinking further into the sheets as he wraps his little arms around yours. “Is the baby going to be my cousin?” he asks, looking up at you. 

“Yes,” you grin, tapping his nose. “The baby is going to be your younger cousin, yours and Ji-seok’s.”

Sung-ho smiles, raising a hand to rub his eyes, the sleepiness catching up with his curiosity. “Will the baby look like Ji-seok?”

“A little bit, maybe.”

“My teacher told me babies look like their parents,” Sung-ho says, voice growing heavier with sleep. “Will the baby look like you and uncle Jimi?”

A wave of happiness passes through you at that thought before it’s quickly replaced with the constant melancholic feeling that has been present ever since the break up. 

“Yes,” you say softly, stroking Sung-ho’s hair while he clings to your gown. “The baby will look like me and uncle Jimi.”

Sung-ho sighs, eyes closed as he says, “I miss him.”

The quiet words feel like an arrow in the heart, because you feel the exact same way. 

“Me too,” you whisper. “So much.” 

Ten minutes later, Sung-ho is snoring quietly, and you manage to detach yourself from his arms, prying his fingers off of your gown so you can leave the room without waking him. 

Gi is in the other guest room with Ji-seok, feeding him as she puts him to bed, and a short while later, she joins you in the lounge, slumping into the space beside you.  

“I’m tired,” she grumbles, grabbing one of the cushions. “And horny.”

“You’re telling me,” you mumble, taking another handful of salted nuts to nibble on. 

Gi gives you a glance, smiling amusedly. “It’s only gonna get a lot worse you know, and the cravings too.” 

“That’s helpful, sis, thanks,” you answer sarcastically. “At least you’ve got Hyun, and speaking of him, I thought he was gonna come too?”

“He is, but he just left his parents home so he still needs to grab a few things from home.”

“Right,” you nod. “I’ll make that rice dish he likes tomorrow, I’m kinda feeling it too.”

“Thanks, but sis…” Gi sits up, turning to face you with that look in her face when she’s being the older sister but also trying to be friendly. “Instead of looking after my husband, don’t you think you should tell your baby daddy about all of this” — she gestures to your tummy even though there’s no bump. “Maybe it’ll solve your horny hormone problems too, you know?” She winks cheekily. 

“I will,” you snap more sassily than usual. “I’m just trying to figure out what to say.”

Gi gives you another look. One that says you’re stupid, and you know it’s true. But before you can respond, there’s a soft knocking at your door. Gi looks at you in confusion, but you’re focused on the sound you just heard. 

It’s absurd, you know it — to be able to recognise a knock — but only one person you know knocks that softly, three times before waiting a moment to go again… 

You asked him once why he wouldn’t just ring the doorbell, but he said he wouldn’t want to disturb you in case you were sleeping, and then you asked why he wouldn’t call, and he told you he loved to surprise you — apparently it’s more romantic to just turn up at someone’s doorstep. 

“Y/N, should I go see who it is?”

You turn to your sister, heart beating faster in your chest… “I think it’s Jimin.”

She looks at you in confusion. “How do you know?”

“I just know,” you murmur, getting up slowly. 

“You’re gonna answer it right?” Gi asks, getting up with you. 

As she asks the question, you remember all the times Jimin turned up like this while you were dating. Every time he would greet you with a smile, bringing you in for a lingering kiss before hugging you. The memory has your chest tightening because God, you miss him so much. But he’s here now, standing on the other side of your door, so you nod.

Gi smiles, taking your hand to walk out into the hall together. She quickly grabs her jacket from the small closet by the front door before she stops beside it. “Go on,” she whispers gently.

And you do.

As soon as you pull the door open, Jimin meets your gaze right away. His lips are parted, cheeks rosy and hair ruffled, looking as though he rushed here. But his appearance really is the last thing on your mind. 

He’s here. 

Before either of you can get a word out, Gi quickly interrupts, beaming at you both as she grabs her keys. “So I’m just gonna leave,” she whispers loudly, “Y/N, call me if you need me and don’t forget my kids are here.” And she steps past Jimin, giving him a wink as she goes.

Jimin gives her a smile as she walks past, and as soon as she’s gone, his eyes land on you again.

Another moment passes without you both saying anything, and for the first time in two months, real hope stirs in your chest. 

Not because Jimin is here, and not because you’re pregnant, but because he’s happy. You can see it — his face is brighter, his eyes are warmer, and there’s a small smile on his lips — a real one.

“Hi,” Jimin says, his smile growing.

“Hi,” you reply, voice quiet because you’re still unsure.

Jimin knows though. He can see it in the gentle crinkle of your brows, in the way you’re tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, in the way you’re pulling the sleeves of your gown down over your hands. 

He hates to know you’re still feeling anxious, and if the situation was the same as it was only a few hours ago, the sight of you like this would hurt him, but now everything is okay, and he can have you, so he finds the sight of you like this endearing.

Still, he’s quick to put your nerves to rest because it’s been two months since he’s seen you and Jimin wants nothing more than to just hold you in his arms again, but before that, he needs to tell you…

“I spoke to my granddad again,” he says, eyes watching you carefully. 

Your eyes go round, turning into those same doe eyes that have always made his heart melt, from even before you started dating. 

They’re the same doe eyes you would make when he wouldn’t have eaten lunch while working, or when you’d see him in the office till late, or any time you felt even remotely concerned about him. 

He remembers that day he came to have dinner with you when you were working late, when he didn’t need to but he wanted to. You made the same doe eyes then and Jimin could’ve sworn his heart melted there in the spit. It was the day everything changed for him — it was the day you stole his heart unknowingly, and you’ve had a hold of it ever since. 

Jimin takes a small step closer, smiling softly as he tells you… “I’m not marrying Bong-cha anymore, Y/N.”

“W-what?” you breathe, feeling your heart race in your chest. 

“I told my granddad I can’t, that I wouldn’t, and this time my grandma defended me…” Jimin takes another small step forward, tentatively reaching for your arm. “Then she herself told me to come here, she wanted me to come… Y/N, we’re gonna be okay now,” he says softly, beaming happily. 

But after a few seconds, his face falls when he sees your face scrunch up, tears spilling from your eyes as you begin to cry. 

“Y/N?” he whispers… afraid he’s gotten something wrong, or come too late, or done something to upset you, but then you quickly shake your head, wiping your cheeks even though they still fall. 

“I missed you so much,” you choke out, your hands flying to your face as you can’t control the sobs that escape you again. Stupid pregnancy hormones, you think. 

“Oh, baby,” Jimin murmurs, expression softening as he steps up to you. “I missed you so much too.” 

And then his arms find their way around you again, and he holds you for the first time in what feels like forever. 

Your arms slip around his body too, not letting go as you bring him further into your apartment, and you let yourself cry into his shoulder, comforted by the feeling of him stroking your hair and your back, and reassured by his gentle yet firm grip on your body. 

This is what you needed. The last two months have been nothing short of agony, and despite all the words of comfort and support your family have given you, nothing made up for the presence that Jimin has in your heart, in your life. 

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, voice thick with emotions. Then he turns his head to place a kiss on your temple. 

“I know.” You hold him tighter, fighting back more tears when you feel his lips brush your skin. “I love you too.”

Another moment passes with you both standing in each other’s arms, making up for the moments you’ve missed, and with every second that passes, you feel every single one of your worries slip away. 

You don’t know exactly what happened with Deok-su and Eun-ae just yet, but whatever it was, you can find out later; right now, you’re just grateful for the turn of events that have resulted in Jimin standing here with you. 

His previous words echo in your mind — we’re gonna be okay now — and you smile. 

You finally have him again. 

Then it’s Jimin who pulls away slowly, arms still around you. “Y/N,” he whispers, pulling back to meet your gaze fully. Then his hand lowers to your tummy over your gown. His eyes are also glistening with tears, and you can see the excitement in them. 

Then you realise… “You know?” you whisper, surprised. 

Jimin nods, breaking out into a smile. “So it is then?”

“Mhm,” you hum, gently placing your hand as you nod. “Yes.”

You don’t ask him how he knows, because right now all you care about is him being here, you being able to have him again, to hold him again. And now you know, he’ll be here for it all. 

Jimin lets out a sigh as his happiness shows on his face, the tears in his eyes rolling down his cheeks, and you smile too, feeling the happiest you’ve ever felt. 

Closing the distance between your bodies again, Jimin reaches a hand up to cradle your cheek. “I love you,” he whispers once more, before meeting your lips in the sweetest kiss you’ve ever tasted. 

Everything around you seems to disappear as you sink into his arms, letting him hold you like you’ve wanted for so long. He kisses you slowly, and both of you take every second to remind yourselves of how your lips feel against each other, how your body fits so perfectly in his arms, and reminding yourselves of the soft scents of perfume that you both call home. 

“Baby,” Jimin breathes, parting from your lips before pecking you once, and then placing gentle kisses on your nose, cheeks, forehead, and all over your face. 

Your eyes close as he does so, smiling when he ends with another kiss on your lips. Your heart skips a beat when he moves a strand of hair from your forehead to tuck behind your ear. Then his hands trail down to your tummy again, and he meets your gaze with the gentlest of smiles. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he murmurs. 

“I… it was a lot…” you pause, looking up at him. “How did you find out?”

“Bong-cha told me, she saw your files at the hospital.”

“Oh…” You had completely forgotten Bong-cha worked in the same hospital that your appointments have been at. You look up at Jimin again, eyes rounding in slight apprehension as you ask, “And you’re not mad about it?”

Jimin shakes his head immediately, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek. “No, never,” he whispers, tears welling in his eyes again as he looks at you earnestly. “Y/N, this is everything I could ever dream of, I love you, and I already love our baby too,” he murmurs. 

“Really?” you whisper, hand folding over his. 

“Really,” he smiles. “I promise.” He leans in to place a tender kiss on your lips again, before you feel his hands move to your hips, and he pulls away. 

Lowering himself so he’s level with your tummy, Jimin looks up at you and gives you the happiest smile you’ve ever seen. “Can I see?” he asks. 

“Jimin,” you giggle, taking his hand to place a kiss on it. “Of course you can, although there’s not really anything there.”

Jimin hums, gently untying your gown and you help him by pulling your night slip up and out of the way.

It’s true that there’s hardly a bump there yet, but Jimin still feels himself becoming emotional, hands delicately moving over the small swell of your stomach as he realises you’re the most precious thing on earth to him, carrying his future too. 

Leaning forward, he plants a lingering kiss just below your belly button, and barely audible to you, you hear him whisper a quiet, “I love you” to the life that’s growing inside of you. 

Then he kisses your skin once more before looking up at you again, his cheeks once again damp with tears but he’s beaming. 

Nothing beats the feeling of pride that fills your chest when you see his face, knowing that he’s going to be the father of your child. 

Taking your hand again, Jimin rises and pulls you into his arms again. “Thank you,” he murmurs quietly. 

You frown. “For what?”

“Everything.” Jimin moves back with a small smile on his lips as his eyes roam your face. “You changed my life, made me the happiest I’ve ever been and now I have a promise of more in my future, and more of you.” With a gentle hand on your cheek, he kisses your lips once. “I couldn’t ask for anything else, Y/N. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

With a fist closing around the material of his shirt, you pull him closer. “I better be,” you murmur with a smile, lips brushing his as you thread your fingers through his hair. “Because you’re stuck with me and our little mini-me forever now.” 

Jimin chuckles, and the change in his tone ignites something inside of you. “Good, because I want all of you, for the rest of my life.”

“You have me,” you nod, pressing your lips into his. “Always.”

Jimin hums into the kiss, his hand sliding further around your waist to press you flush against him. It’s instinctive how you react to him, your arms winding around his neck, and the second his tongue slips past your lips, your fingers are curling in his hair. 

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs breathily in between kisses. 

You would respond with words if you weren’t feeling so heated, so you hum instead, although it sounds more like a moan which it might be considering how worked up you’re getting — you blame it on the hormones. 

Jimin seems to appreciate your response, because his kisses become more insistent, tongue dominating yours in a way which has you yearning for more. 

When you feel his hand gently squeeze your ass, you moan again, this time more meaningfully, and Jimin pauses. 

“Why’d you stop?” you whine breathlessly, grabbing his neck to pull him back in. 

Jimin chuckles, taking a gentle hold of your wrists. “I take it you missed me as much as I missed you then?”

“More,” you murmur, trying to tempt him to come closer. 

But Jimin still holds you back, hesitation showing in his features. 

“What?” you ask, frowning.

“Didn’t Gi say the boys are here?” he asks, nodding towards the room he knows to be Sung-ho’s.

“Yeah, but we can be quiet,” you whisper to prove your point, giving him the doe eyes you know he can’t say no to. “Besides, they’re heavy sleepers.”

Jimin smirks. “I don’t think you can be that quiet, princess,” he whispers back. 

“Jimin,” you huff impatiently, still careful to keep your voice down. “You knocked me up and for two months my hormones have been raging but I haven’t had sex once, so please fuck me now” — you bring your face closer to his — “I promise I’ll be quiet.”

Jimin’s eyes drop to your lips again, his smirk disappearing as his gaze becomes heavy. You realise your words must’ve had an effect on him, and then as his eyes drop to your exposed cleavage, you remember that he has a bit of an impreg kink. 

“You promise you’ll be quiet?” Jimin asks, voice low and almost challenging as he looks back up at you.

“Mhm,” you nod. “I promise, please, I need you.”

Jimin releases your wrists to hold your waist, and in one swift movement, he pushes you back towards the wall. 

You let out a quiet gasp, quickly remembering to be quiet as you feel the anticipation grow, specifically between your legs. 

With his lips brushing yours teasingly, Jimin intertwines his fingers with yours and pins your hands above your head. “Then stay quiet for me, my love,” he practically purrs, and you feel his thigh push against your core.

Biting your lip to keep from making any noise, you nod dazedly. 

Jimin finally presses his lips into yours again, kissing you slowly and passionately. He has no care for how rouged and swollen your lips are becoming, and eventually he lets go of your wrists to hold you, his touch tender as he caresses your cheek. 

As the kiss becomes more lustful, you feel your hips rocking against his thigh, the contact providing blissful friction between your legs. 

Your gown is already slipping off your shoulders so Jimin pulls this off completely before trailing kisses down your jaw to your collarbone, his hands roaming all over your body. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, teeth nipping at your skin as he pulls your leg up around his waist, desperate to have you closer to him.

“I know, baby,” you breathe, fingers curling in his hair. “Me too.”

Humming quietly, Jimin leaves his mark on your neck before he pulls away to find your lips again. “Tell me,” he murmurs, pushing his hips into yours as his grip on your thigh tightens. “Tell me how much you need me.”

The pressure on your core feels delicious and Jimin swallows your initial moans as he kisses you hard, but he needs to hear you answer him so with a tug of your lower lip, he pulls off your lips to look at your eyes. 

“You already know how much I need you, Jimin,” you whisper, slowly rocking your hips against his growing erection. 

“I wanna hear you say it.” He pushes his hips further into you, lips still hovering over yours teasingly. 

“Fuck,” you breathe heavily, desperately holding onto his shoulders. “I need you so bad,” you all but whimper. “Please, Jimin.” You take his hand and put it between your legs as you pull your night dress out of the way, and when he feels the dampness sticking to your underwear, he moans softly, fingers moving of their own accord. 

“My pretty girl,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss you again as he gently strokes you over your underwear. “Is this all for me?” 

You nod frantically, just about remembering to keep your voice down. “Only you.”

“Good,” he whispers, pulling his hand from between your legs to take your hands. “Let me give my girl what she wants then, hm?”

Nodding, you pull Jimin towards the bedroom, careful to walk extra quietly past the boys room. 

As soon as the door is closed and locked behind you, Jimin is picking you up and attaching his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. 

He lowers you onto the bed and as soon as your head meets the pillow, he settles back to sit between your legs. 

“Can I?” he asks, hands skimming over your thighs. 

“Mhm,” you nod, propping yourself up onto your elbows. 

Jimin smiles, gently taking your ankle to bring it up to his mouth so he can place a delicate kiss on your skin. He does this again and again, moving upwards each time, and when he reaches your inner thigh, he slows the pace down entirely, shifting onto his torso for better access. 

“Jimin,” you whisper. “More please.”

Jimin looks up to see you still propped up on your elbows, eyes blown out already with your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. 

Smiling at the sight, he obliges. “Okay, baby.” His hands caress your hips as he kisses your other thigh, this time opening his mouth and sucking lightly too. 

Your fingers curl into the bedsheet in response, hypnotised by Jimin between your legs as he prints his love on your skin. 

As he works his way upwards, he pushes back the hem of your night slip and gently licks over the pink blooms before dragging his tongue up towards your underwear. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, breathing deeply as he reaches to pull them off. “I’ve fucking missed this.” His eyes are focused on your lips, glistening with arousal.

Lowering himself back down, your hips naturally raise towards his mouth as you whine softly. 

“Baby,” Jimin chuckles, taking your hand in his. “You’re so needy for me aren’t you?”

“I want you so bad, Jimin.” Your hips rut towards his mouth again. 

Jimin takes one look at your sex before he’s moving beside you, turning onto his back. He looks at you with loving eyes as he squeezes your hand gently, and you already know what it means. 

Kissing him once on the lips, you push yourself up to straddle his chest, slowly moving further.

“That’s it, my love,” he coaxes you, hands moving to your thighs. “Let me get a taste.”

You already feel breathless as you lower yourself over his face, as hesitant as always at first. But Jimin never is. 

Arms circling your thighs, he holds onto your hips and pulls you down onto his face, immediately burying himself in your cunt. You gasp and Jimin moans, both of you feeling insane pleasure right away. 

It’s been so long since you’ve had any kind of action down there but the way your hips rock against his mouth happens naturally, and Jimin encourages you with a gentle squeeze of your hips as he still moans against you.

His lips suck your clit while he toys with it using his tongue. The lewd sounds turn you on even more, and the way Jimin is gently caressing your hips has you feeling so high right now. 

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whimper quietly, curling the fingers of your free hand into his hair. 

Although his face is partially obscured from your view, you can still see the devilish grin from his eyes and just as you tug on his hair from the growing pleasure, you feel a firm smack on your ass, sending pleasure shooting through you. 

A moan escapes your lips and you have to clamp your hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. 

“You need to stay quiet, baby, you promised,” Jimin murmurs against your pussy, moving his hands to your ass again. “I wanna make you feel good, okay?” He looks up at you with gentle eyes, although they’re still glazed with lust.

“Mhm, okay,” you nod, moving a few strands of hair from his forehead for him. 

“Good,” Jimin smiles, kissing your inner thigh before pulling you to him again. 

This time, he slides his tongue along your slit before pushing into you. It takes everything in you not to make any noise, especially when his nose brushes against your clit every time his tongue pushes further into you. 

You can’t help it when you whimper though, finding this so much more pleasurable than you remember — you don’t know if that’s because it’s been so long, or because you’re pregnant. Maybe it’s both. 

Jimin hums softly, reassuring you as he takes your hand and squeezes. “Come for me, princess,” he murmurs huskily. You know he’s getting just as turned on by this as you are. “Wanna taste you again.” He uses his free hand to push your lips apart and he holds your gaze as his lips close around your clit. 

Sparks fly across your nerves as he flicks his tongue back and forth, and when he drags his fingers between your legs and pushes into you, you feel yourself growing closer to an orgasm. 

“Please don’t stop,” you whisper breathlessly, eyes closing as you rock your hips against his face. Jimin squeezes your hand in response and his fingers press against your sweet spot, coaxing the soft sounds he wants to hear from you. 

“That’s it baby,” he purrs, moving his fingers in a beckoning motion. “Let me taste you.” 

“I’m so close, Jimin.” You squeeze his hand harder, and when he returns to your clit, you feel your body taken over by a blissful haze as you slowly reach your high. 

You keep a hand pressed over your mouth to stop from crying out, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, and all throughout you feel Jimin circling his thumb against your hand, the gesture sending your heart soaring. 

You’re breathing heavily as you come down, hips squirming away from Jimin’s mouth from the sensitivity. He gently pulls his fingers out but pushes his tongue into you as he cleans you up, moaning softly at the taste. 

“Always so sweet for me,” he groans, slowly pulling away from you when he’s done. 

You hum in response weakly, collapsing backwards onto the bed, only now noticing the ache in your leg from sitting on his face.  

Jimin wipes his face with the back of his sleeve as he moves to lie beside you and caresses your thighs soothingly. He watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, finding comfort in being with you again. 

After a moment, you turn to look at him, naturally breaking out into a smile. Jimin does so too, leaning a little closer. 

“Hi,” he whispers, beaming. 

“Hi.” You lean closer, raising a hand to his cheek. 

Jimin says nothing as your thumb gently traces the curve of his cheek, his eyes admiring you because he thinks you’re the most beautiful being on this planet. You think the exact same thing about him, and even after all you’ve been through, you still wonder how you’re lucky enough to have him. 

Your thumb skims his jaw, moving across his lower lip, and you tilt your chin to press a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. 

When you pull back, Jimin slowly opens his eyes and the look in them reminds you of his constant love and adoration for you — it reassures you and makes your heart warm, content and happy. 

“I love you,” you whisper. 

A small smile appears on his lips. “I love you too.” And he brings his hand to your hair, stroking gently before pulling you back in for another kiss. 

It’s slow at first, gentle presses of his lips against yours, until it becomes more. Jimin pushes himself up to come on top of you, lowering himself to his elbows so he can stay close. 

You can feel his weight pressing into you but you don’t mind, rather preferring it this way as he kisses you arduously, adamant to remind you of his love that you’ve gone for too long without. 

It almost feels surreal, when you think back to the very beginning. His dad had warned you against choosing Jimin, but you did it anyway. He was right to do so, but just as you knew then, it was all worth it. 

Because even after everything you’ve been through — all the self-doubt, insecurities, and heartbreak — you would do it again in a heartbeat if it means you can have Jimin as you have him now. He’s everything to you. 

With your legs closing around his waist, you kiss him back with as much love as he’s showing you, eager to reciprocate everything he’s giving you. 

Gently, you push him back and straddle his waist, hands moving to unbutton his shirt. Jimin’s lips still chase yours to stay locked in a passionate kiss as he helps you. 

As soon as his shirt is off, your hands roam his skin slowly. You’ve missed the feeling of him, how soft and perfect his skin feels beneath your fingertips. 

Your fingers skin over his nipples and you remember how sensitive they are when Jimin immediately kisses you harder, arms tightening around your body. 

Smirking, you pull off of his lips and hold his chest down, one hand teasing his nipples as the other trails downwards. 

Jimin looks at you, gaze heavy as he murmurs your name. 

“Yes, my love,” you purr, fingers deftly undoing his belt. 

“Let me fuck you now.”

You smile coyly, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of his pants and boxers as you lean forward. “First…” your hand gently grips his warm cock, semi-erect against your palm. “I get to taste you.”

“Fuck,” he moans softly, eyes closing. “Only if you really want to.” 

“I do,” you nod and grin. 

Jimin smiles, kissing you once before you push back to move between his legs. You pull his pants and boxers down together, and Jimin lifts his hips to help you take them off. The sight of his cock immediately makes your mouth water. 

Your hand reaches for him as he watches your every move, and the second your hand closes around his shaft, his abs tense ahead of you. 

“Babe,” Jimin breathes, watching your hand slowly pump him.

“Mhm…”

“I, um, I might not be able to go for long like this.” He meets your eyes and gives you a small sheepish smile. “I wanna finish inside of you but I can’t control myself when I’m with you.”

Giggling, you lean forward as you caress his thigh. “That’s okay, babe. Just tell me when you’re close, hm?” 

“Okay,” Jimin nods, reaching forward to hold your hair back for you as you pump him a few more times. 

Swiping his tip gently, you let a glob of spit fall from the tip of your tongue, while looking at Jimin who is watching mesmerised. You swirl your thumb on his tip again to spread your saliva before you slowly take him into your mouth, keeping one hand at his base, and the other reaching up to feel his tensed abs. 

Jimin groans and the sound encourages you to go, slowly moving up and down the length of his shaft and puckering your lips when you reach the tip. 

“Fuck, just like that, princess,” Jimin murmurs, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly. 

You keep up the pace for him, taking your time for a moment to appreciate the feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth again, but before your jaw starts to ache, you go faster, swirling your tongue at the top every time. 

Jimin’s moans become progressively deeper and the sound stirs your excitement, as does the feeling of his hand tightening in your hair. He’s guiding you along his cock himself now, using your hair to move your head where he wants you. 

“You’re so fucking pretty with your mouth full of my cock,” he murmurs, wiping away some of the mix of pre-cum and saliva that’s falling down your chin. 

You moan in response, fingers digging into his thigh as you get more turned on as you suck him off. 

Jimin’s grip on your hair tightens as he pushes you a little deeper. “You like that don’t you?” 

You nod eagerly. 

“My pretty girl, I fucking love you.”

Swallowing around him, you reach for his free hand to hold it, and Jimin intertwines his fingers with yours, cursing under his breath in response to your mouth. 

“Baby” — he gently pulls you off of his cock, thumb moving to caress your jaw — “I wanna feel you now, please?” 

“Okay,” you nod, smiling as you sit up. Jimin grabs a tissue from your night stand and wipes your mouth for you. 

“Thanks for that,” he beams, discarding the tissue to the side as he pulls you into his lap. 

“You’re welcome,” you grin, kissing his nose as you straddle his waist and sit comfortably. 

You can feel his wet erection beneath you, so you shift to move your night dress above your thighs to feel him right against your core. 

Exhaling softly, Jimin’s hands push the material of your night dress up, his hands toying with the hem. “Can I?”

You nod, dazed. 

Jimin pulls the satin material up and over your head, his eyes immediately falling to your breasts. He cocks his head in slight confusion. 

“Is this bra new?”

“Mhm,” you smile. 

He reaches around your back, hands tender as they glide across your skin to unfasten the hooks. The bra loosens and Jimin slowly pulls it off you, still staring at your breasts. He’s quiet for a moment, then he gently reaches out for one. 

“They’re a bit bigger.”

“They are,” you nod. “Perks of pregnancy.”

Jimin hums, moving in to press a kiss to your sternum. “I know. I just didn’t know it could happen so soon though.”

His hand gently reaches for one, his thumb tracing the curve before moving towards your nipple. He pauses as he looks up at you with round eyes. 

“Do they hurt?” 

You shake your head, gazing at him with a small fond smile. “No, just a little sensitive.”

“Oh…” Jimin looks back down at them, delicately letting his thumb skim over your darkened nipple experimentally. He notes your steady reaction before doing it again, this time a little harsher. 

“More,” you murmur, nodding when he looks at you for reassurance. 

Smiling, Jimin leans, cupping your boob in his palm to push it up before pressing a kiss on the nipple teasingly. 

“Jimin,” you whine, rocking your hips on his crotch which has you both moaning quietly. 

His hot breath warms your skin and you arch your back, seeking contact from his mouth. 

“I’ll give my love anything she wants,” Jimin murmurs, gently squeezing your breast against his palm before opening his mouth on your nipple and kissing again. 

His saliva feels delightful against your skin, the extra sensitivity making you sigh softly. Your eyes close as he carries on, tongue gently swirling around the perky bud while his hands gently caress your skin. 

Moving to the other breast, he does the same but after a moment he grows impatient, wanting to hear more from you, so he tugs on your nipple with his teeth and pinches the other between his fingers. 

A soft moan escapes your lips and your hips naturally roll against his cock, making you moan again, this time louder. 

“Fuck,” Jimin groans, grip tightening on your breast. “We have to be quiet, baby.”

“Okay,” you nod, hand grasping his shoulder as he returns his mouth to your boob, working a little harder this time. 

After a moment, Jimin stops and gently pushes you to lie back on the bed. You can feel his cock resting against you, still leaking with pre-cum. 

Hovering above you, he slowly caresses your tummy with one hand. “You’re okay, yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you smile. “Perfect.” 

“Good,” Jimin murmurs, a smile appearing on his lips too. He moves down your body to kiss below your belly button again. “You really are perfect,” he whispers, looking up at you as he places another kiss a little higher. 

Giggling, you push your fingers through his hair. “To you.” 

“Nu-uh,” Jimin says softly, placing more kisses on your tummy. “To the whole world.” He works his way up your sternum, hands still caressing the swell of your tummy. “And I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you as the mother of my child.”

Those words fill your chest with contentment, and Jimin’s too. He lowers himself to his forearms so he’s closer to you and brushes his nose against yours before he captures your lips in a sweet kiss, one that tastes like a promise of forever. 

He kisses you slowly at first, tenderly caressing your cheek as he lets his body rest against yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, fingers curling in his hair as he kisses you harder, tongue lapping against yours as you both grow more desperate for one another. 

Then Jimin slowly pulls away, his hand slipping between your bodies to line his cock up between your legs. 

Your hands grip his ass to encourage him to go on, and Jimin does, slowly pushing into you. It’s been a while so there’s a bit of pain, but you easily ignore this for the feeling of having Jimin inside of you again. 

He keeps going slow, taking heavy breaths as he disappears into you while watching your face carefully for any signs of discomfort. But even with the pain, it feels more pleasurable than anything. Once he’s bottomed out, he stays still, lips brushing yours as you both take heavy breaths. 

“You good?” he murmurs, thumb gently caressing your cheek. 

“Mhm,” you nod. “Kiss me please.”

Jimin smiles, pressing his lips into yours as he carefully pulls back out. The kiss becomes heavy as he keeps going, both of you moaning softly into each other’s lips as Jimin’s hips set a steady rhythm. 

“You feel so good,” you moan quietly, arms winding around his back. 

“D’you want more?” Jimin murmurs huskily in your ear. 

You nod, and Jimin immediately obliges, thrusting into you a bit faster. 

At the sound of your moans filling his ear, Jimin becomes restless and goes even faster, wanting only to make you feel good. “That’s it, princess,” he coos. “You’re taking me so well, it’s just how you like it, hm?”

“I love it,” you answer breathlessly. “More, Jimin.”

Jimin smiles, pushing your legs towards your chest. “Already got my seed inside of you but you want more, hm?”

“Mhm,” you nod, getting turned on at the thought.

“That’s my girl,” Jimin smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want,.” He thrusts into you even harder, moving onto his forearms. “Gonna fuck you any time you want, I’m all yours forever now.”

“Four,” you answer, meeting Jimin’s gaze. “I want four kids with you...” 

Heat creeps in on your cheeks as you realise this may not have been the best time to disclose how many kids you want, especially when you know Jimin could be saying these things in the heat of the moment, but it’s too late.

Jimin pauses, looking delicious in all his sweaty glory, and just before you can take back what you’ve said, he smiles. “Four,” he repeats. He leans down and kisses you softly. “We’ll have a big family then.”

Happiness fills your chest and you pull him in for another kiss, beaming. “We’ll have to have a family car though, they’re kinda ugly.”

Jimin grins. “I don’t mind. Anything for our family, hm?”

And you nod. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Jimin whispers, kissing you again.

Lips still locked in a passionate embrace, Jimin slowly resumes thrusting but after a moment you find your hips rocking against his desperately. 

Knowing what you want, he pushes back onto his hands again and sets a faster, harder pace. “Like this?” he asks, breathing heavily. 

”Yes,” you nod, eyes closing as your head lulls back into the pillow. The pleasure grows in your core, spreading all throughout your limbs and it feels euphoric, especially with Jimin moaning your name softly, whispering sweet nothings and dirty words as he makes you reach heights only he can take you to.

“Are you close?” he murmurs, leaning forward and rubbing your clit. 

“Oh fuck, yes,” you whisper, hands closing tightly around his biceps.

“That’s it baby,” he encourages you, still thrusting into you sharply as he barely keeps it together. “Come all over my cock, baby, I wanna come with you.”

He kisses you to swallow your moans, but the room is still filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin and the sound of him thrusting into your cunt, but it’s the last thing on your mind. When you reach your high, your mind and body are full of only Jimin, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He comes with you, his seed coating your walls and the sensation warms you up from the inside out. 

Breathing heavily, he drops his head to your shoulder with his body resting on yours. You both lay there for a moment, with you stroking his hair as he kisses your skin every so often, just basking in the moment until he slowly shifts to pull his cock out of you. 

He grabs a few tissues from your night stand to wipe you both off, before returning to your side and pulling you into his embrace. 

He kisses the crown of your head as you settle against his shoulder, draping a leg over his waist. His hand gently caresses your tummy as you place your hand on his chest to feel the steady beating of his heart slow down after sex. 

You focus on matching your breathing to his, and then you wonder if the little life inside of you would breathe in sync with you both as well.

“Jimin?” 

“Mhm?”

“Tell me how you found out again?”

“It was today,” JImin answers softly. “Just a little while before I came here. I was coming home from Namjoon’s, I wanted to try talking to my granddad again about the whole marriage thing, and Bong-cha was outside the house. She was crying but she stopped when she saw me.”

“Oh…” you frown, feeling concerned about her. You’re well aware of her feelings for Jimin and you still feel for her after everything she’s also had to go through. 

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs. “I asked her if she was okay and she said she needed to tell me something. It took her a moment but she told me about you… she also told me she still liked me, or rather implied it.”

You’re quiet, having already known that, and you respond to Jimin with only a gentle stroke of his arm. 

“She felt bad for not telling me sooner, but she said she wanted to give you the chance to tell me first, which I completely understand.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “She didn’t do anything wrong at all.”

Jimin hums, choosing to leave out the other reason Bong-cha admitted why she took so long to tell him — Bong-cha may not have been as close with Jimin in the past year but he still has love for her as a friend and doesn’t want to expose her in any way, especially when it’s irrelevant now and he knows nothing will come of sharing that small piece of information with you. 

“I feel bad for her,” Jimin says after a moment. “It’s unfair that she’s gone through so much because of my family.”

“I know,” you answer. “She really is a lovely person, I hope she finds someone who can love her like she deserves, if that's what she wants.”

“She really is, and because of that I know she will.”

You look up at him and smile. “Maybe then you can be friends again, things won’t be so weird.”

Jimin nods, caressing your cheek. “I think I’d like that.”

You kiss him before returning your head to his shoulder, and after a moment, he speaks again.

“I never could have gone through with it, the marriage.” His voice is quiet, thoughtful. “Every day that passed without you made me realise I couldn’t. After the engagement I feel like I'd betrayed you.”

“Jimin,” you sigh softly, taking his hand. “I’m the one who left you, you didn’t betray me.”

He intertwines his fingers with yours. “It still felt like it.”

“Well it’s okay now, isn’t it?” You look up at him. “We can be together?” There’s an ounce of uncertainty in your tone and Jimin responds immediately to reassure you.

“I promise, we’re good, baby. I’m just sorry you had to go through all of this… I guess my grandparents just needed time.”

“Mhm,” you hum. “As long as I have you, I don’t care about anything else now,” you tell him, kissing his cheek. 

Although, you do wonder if your last conversation with them in the hospital might’ve influenced anything — it’s the only time you’ve ever been sure that your words affected Deok-su given how stubborn he is.

“Still, they’ll probably want to see you again,” Jimin tells you. “But you don’t have to, it’s completely up to you.”

“I will, but just not yet. I don’t want to.”

“That’s fine,” Jimin smiles. “Whatever you want.”

You don’t say anything else at first, just thinking about Jimin’s grandparents, but after a moment you ask, “How is your granddad?”

“He’s okay,” Jimin answers quietly. “His health isn’t getting any better but he’s staying busy. It’s what keeps him going but I think he should rest more often. The company will be fine without him.”

“Mhm,” you hum. “You and your dad are doing an amazing job, your granddad doesn’t need to worry.”

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs. “Speaking of the company…” he looks down at you again. “Will you come back now?”

“Oh…” You realise now that you could come back now that everything has changed, but despite your love for the company and your old job, there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to. “I’ll think about it,” you answer eventually, looking up at him. “I have loved working there, and with you, but I feel like it’s something I should move on from, maybe start somewhere new, try something different, you know?”

Jimin smiles. “Of course.” he kisses your forehead. “I’ll miss you if you don’t come back though.”

Chuckling, you push yourself up. “You know you’re stuck with me forever now, it might be helpful to have a break from me.”

Jimin gasps in feigned shock. “A break from you? I could never need that, princess.”

“You love me that much?” you grin.

Jimin wraps an arm around you and pulls you on top of him. “I love you that much.”

Smiling, you press your lips into his and kiss him lovingly as his hands roam your body freely. Just as you feel yourself getting worked up again, your belly rumbles loud and clear.

Jimin chuckles, moving back. “Is someone hungry?” 

“A little,” you mumble. “But it can wait, let’s go again.” You bat your lashes at him. “I need you to show me how much you’ve missed me.”

Jimin smirks and you try to move in for a kiss again but he holds you back gently. 

‘Wait, wait, wait” — he sits up with you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear— “you need to eat first, if you’re hungry then that means our baby is hungry.” He looks at you with round eyes.

“Fine, but after that we go again?” You roll yourself against his naked cock teasingly.

Jimin groans, taking your cheeks in his hands. “I promise, we’ll go as many times as you want.”

“Perfect,” you smile, pushing off of him. 

He gets up with you and after putting on some clothes, you both walk quietly to the kitchen. 

Jimin comes up behind you, arms around your waist to softly kiss your neck as you pick up your phone from the counter to read a text from Gi that she’d sent earlier.

[23:28] Gi: i’m gonna stay home with Hyun for tonight, i’ll pick up the kids tomorrow! tell me how it goes ;) 

You smile as you respond to her.

[00:17] You: well I’m not as horny anymore, so… ;) thanks for everything Gi <3

She responds almost right away.

[00:17] Gi: ew, but also cute. enjoy yourself babe, you deserve it <3

Jimin and you both chuckle, and you put your phone down to turn around in Jimin’s arms. 

“What would you like to eat?” he asks, pecking your nose.

“Hm… a pb and j sandwich sounds good.”

Jimin grins. “You got it.” 

With one more kiss on your lips, he pulls away to make it for you. You sit up on the counter and watch him, a smile on your face the whole time. When it’s made, he stands in between your legs, gently stroking your arms as you eat. 

“Is it good?” he asks, looking up at you in genuine concern.

“It’s perfect,” you grin. Here…” you hold it out for him to take a bite and he does so, chewing as he slowly frowns. 

“Sure you don’t want some more jelly in there?”

“Nope, it’s good.” You grin as Jimin swallows, unaware of the smidge of jelly next to his mouth.

Putting your plate down, you kiss him on the lips and use your tongue to wipe the jelly off. When you move back, he’s still looking at you confused. 

“There was jelly on your lip,” you shrug before leaning in to kiss him once more. 

He raises his brows. “And now?”

You raise a brow to match him. “Do I need a reason to kiss my baby daddy?” 

Jimin smirks, hands sliding around your waist. “You’re right. You most certainly do not.” 

He’s the one kissing you now, and you happily return it, legs winding around his waist as you bring him in closer. 

Jimin moans softly into your mouth and you pause, giggling as he buries his face in your cleavage and moans again. 

“Shh,” you laugh quietly. “The boys might wake up.”

Placing a few lewd kisses on the tops of your breasts, he looks up at you and smirks. “You weren’t being so quiet when I had my head between your legs earlier.”

You pull him in by the neck, lips brushing his as you hold back from giggling again. “I’m about to send you back down there if you don’t shush.”

Jimin chuckles, the deep sound comforting you. “I’ll gladly accept that punishment,” he murmurs before pressing his lips into yours again. 

It’s a lazy kiss, full of tongue and soft moans, and you love every second of it—

“Auntie Y/N?”

You immediately push Jimin away, hopping off of the counter and turning around at the sound of your nephew’s sleepy voice. You’re grateful you had your back to him so he couldn't see you practically sucking Jimin’s face off. 

Before you can even say anything to your nephew, Jimin is stepping forward, smiling. 

“Hey, kid, what’s wrong?”

Sung-ho rubs his eyes, talking all pouty because he’s still sleepy. “Uncle Jimi?”

Jimin kneels down in front of him. “Yeah, it’s me, Sung-ho. I haven’t seen you in a while, how have you been?”

“I’m okay,” Sung-ho mumbles. “I wanted to show you my new car toy but Auntie Y/N said you’d gone away for a holiday.”

“Right,” Jimin purses his lips — he obviously hadn’t gone away but you had just told Sung-ho that to explain Jimin’s absence after you broke up with him. “Well I’m here now,” Jimin smiles, gently patting his arm. “How about we go back to bed now, and you can show me tomorrow morning, hm?”

“Okay,” Sung-ho nods, taking Jimin’s hand himself. “I heard noises in the kitchen so I woke up to find Auntie.”

“That was us, Auntie was hungry,” Jimin says. “We’re sorry for waking you up, Sung-ho.”

“That’s okay,” your nephew manages to smile sleepily.

“Come on,” Jimin smiles. “Let’s get you to bed.” He stands up and picks your nephew up, carrying him to his room.

The sight of it warms your heart, knowing how much Jimin cares for your nephew, the bond they have, and you can’t help but feel excited to see Jimin with your baby. 

Following them to Sung-ho’s room, you see Jimin settling Sung-ho back into bed and tucking him in. You sit beside Jimin on the edge of the bed. He smiles at you, putting his arm around you before turning back to Sung-ho.

“Uncle Jimi?” 

“Yes, Sung-ho?”

“Have you seen Auntie Y/N’s belly?”

Jimin chuckles. “I have seen it, kid.”

“She’s got a baby in there,” Sung-ho grins. “Mama told me how babies are made.”

Both you and Jimin immediately exchange looks. 

“Uh, what did mama tell you, Sung-ho?” you ask him awkwardly. 

Sung-ho sits up and looks at you both. “She said when two people love each other, you have to kiss here, and here, and here!” — he points at your nose, lips, and belly respectively. “Is that what you did to Auntie Y/N?” he asks Jimin. 

Jimin and you both smile, and Jimin nods. “That’s exactly what I did.”

Sung-ho beams. “Now Auntie is gonna get a big belly and have a new baby like Ji-seok!”

“Exactly,” you smile, gently ushering him to lie back down. “How about we read you your bedtime book so tomorrow you can read it to Ji-seok, hm?”

“Okay,” Sung-ho nods. “But can uncle Jimi sing for me first?”

Jimin answers immediately. “Of course I can. Have you missed my singing?”

Sung-ho nods. 

“Is Auntie Y/N not good at singing like me?” Jimin pretends to whisper, giving you a funny look. 

“Hey!” You playfully hit his arm and Sung-ho giggles. 

Jimin winks at you before turning back to Sung-ho. “Which one d’you want me to sing, hm?”

“Mm, little snowflake!” 

“You got it,” Jimin smiles. He turns to you and takes your hand, gently placing a kiss on it before he puts his hand on your tummy. “I can sing to our little one too, now,” he smiles. 

It melts your heart, making you feel the happiest you ever felt and you nod, beaming. 

Jimin kisses your cheek before turning to Sung-ho again and he quietly starts singing with his hand still on your tummy. 

His voice is soft and sweet, calming you as you listen just as attentively as Sung-ho. Your eyes close as you rest your head on Jimin’s shoulder, and you bring your hand to rest gently over his, just a few inches from your entire future together. 

A/N: thank you for reading! <3 the epilogue is coming very soon :)

[dweetwise]

just some self-indulgent riconti with a side of secretly insecure ace. as a treat.

ship(s): ace x felix + background adam x kate warnings: none word count: 3370

Confidence is silent

Ace sat by the campfire and pretended to be busy shuffling a deck of cards. In reality, he may or may not have been watching Kate and Adam across the survivor campsite, the dark lenses of his sunglasses concealing the action.

His two friends were only talking, but Ace could see the subtle ways their mannerisms had changed over the last few weeks. Kate’s voice had a playful edge to it and she was constantly twirling her hair, whereas Adam was even smiling regularly for the first time.

Ace watched as, at Kate's request, Adam handed the woman one of the charms hanging from his belt. Their hands brushed against each other and Adam recoiled away like burned, stuttering on his sentence while Kate’s ears flushed red and she giggled.

Ace looked back down at his cards to hide a smirk. Ah, young love.

"Ugh, that's so gross," Nea huffed, plopping herself down on the ground next to Ace's log. "Just hurry up and confess your undying love to each other already."

"I don't know, I'm enjoying watching them—," Ace started.

"I bet you are, you perv," Nea snorted.

"—trip over each other like two lovesick idiots," Ace finished, not paying the girl's comment any mind.

"I can't believe they actually like each other," Nea said. "What does she see in him, anyway?"

"Is someone jealous?" Ace teased, nudging the girl’s shoulder with his knee.

"I'm not jealous, fuck off!" Nea protested, elbowing his leg in retaliation. "He's just so… boring."

"Hey, give my lad Adam some credit," David said, butting into the conversation. Apparently their gossip was loud enough to be overheard. "He's obviously smitten and tryin' his best!"

With David’s booming voice now joining the conversation, Ace glanced at Kate and Adam in alarm — certain that they had heard themselves being talked about in the relative quiet of the campfire. However, his worries turned out to be unnecessary. The duo didn’t seem to be paying any attention to their surroundings, too lost in their own world while they talked and laughed together.

"I think they're cute," Jane commented. She was stocking a med-kit nearby and had clearly also been listening in. "And they're not the most unlikely couple I've seen by a long shot."

"Oh?" Ace asked, eager for more gossip.

"She's talking about you and Felix, dumbass," Nea said.

The sunglasses did a good job of masking Ace’s eyes widening in surprise. Even though he was aware that he and the handsome architect made quite the odd couple, they had been together for nearly a year at this point. He had no idea people were still thinking — and clearly also talking — about them.

"She’s right,” Jane agreed. “I usually have a good intuition about these things, but you two caught me completely off guard when you shared the news with us."

“Hey, at least yer shitty pick-up lines worked on someone,” David grinned. 

The Englishman gave Ace's shoulder a smack that was no doubt supposed to be friendly, but which made the gambler wheeze out an "Oof!" and nearly tumble to the ground from the force of it.

"I still have no idea what Felix is doing with Ace," Nea continued, watching Ace's sorry attempt to right himself. "I mean, it's pretty obvious why Ace is so eager to be with him."

"Really now?" Ace asked, quirking an amused eyebrow. "And what would that be, pray tell?"

"Cha-ching!" Nea said.

"Oh come on," Ace scoffed. "That is not true."

"C'mon mate, we know you," David laughed. "Nice arse, loaded wallet? Tickin' all yer boxes."

"You lot are awful," Ace chuckled, shaking his head.

"So those weren’t dollar signs I saw in your eyes when Felix first introduced himself?" Jane asked, doing her best to hide a knowing smile.

"I think you're confusing them for heart eyes," Ace harrumphed. "Don't tell me none of you fell for his awkward charm!"

“Yer the only one who thinks it’s ‘charming’,” David said.

"I don’t believe for a second you like him for his knowledge of houses," Nea said. "Or a sense of humor."

"I'll have you know Felix is hilarious when he wants to be," Ace protested.

"That another joke?” David snorted.

"Yeah, I don't think I've even seen Felix smile," Nea said.

"Okay, that's not fair—" Ace started.

"I think Felix has a great sense of humor," Jane interrupted.

"Thank you!" Ace exclaimed.

"He doesn't laugh at your jokes, which means he has actual comedic standards," Jane finished with a smirk.

David barked out a laugh while Ace suppressed the urge to sigh.

"Alright, are we done joking about Felix's terrible taste in men yet?" Ace asked.

"For now, maybe," Nea grinned. "Oh, did you guys hear about how the cowboy's gone senile and sucks at aiming now?"

The conversation shifted to other pieces of gossip Ace's companions had gotten wind of as of late. Ace listened to Nea and David trash some of the killers for a while, only half-heartedly participating in the discussion. Eventually, he excused himself from the group under the guise of forgetting to grab an offering for his next trial.

He simply didn't feel like talking anymore.

Ace left the campfire and walked into the woods, back to his and Felix's shared space away from everybody else. The entire encounter with his friends had left him feeling uneasy. Even though Ace knew they probably didn't mean anything by it — just some harmless banter at his expense — some of their comments had hit alarmingly close to home.

Ace wanted to believe that these years spent in the Entity’s realm had changed him for the better. In a world where material possessions meant nothing, he’d been forced to re-evaluate his priorities and for the first time in decades, he was looking out for people other than himself. Ace tried his best to keep everyone’s spirits high at the campfire and had given his life for Nea, David and Jane alike on multiple occasions; yet even after all these years, his friends still saw him as a money-hungry crook. It stung, having his entire relationship with Felix being viewed as nothing more than a ticket to an easy retirement plan.

Ace’s eyes wandered across the place that was the closest thing he had to a home in this realm, a spot in the forest partly obscured by the rock formation and shrubbery surrounding it. A scavenged mattress laid on one side of the bare forest floor and a perpetually burning barrel was placed on the opposite, illuminating the space.

Felix's clothes were neatly folded on top of the rock as always, while Ace's were in a haphazardous pile next to them. One of Felix's jackets hung from a branch overhead; misplaced by Ace who had borrowed it a few trials prior.

Ace grabbed the jacket and folded it the best he could, placing it with the rest of Felix’s clothes. He nearly tripped on a toolbox forgotten on the ground, stumbling over the item before regaining his balance. Ace looked at the culprit: a trunk overflowing with items that he had accumulated over the years from countless trials spent looting. Recently, Felix had started adding his own items to the trunk, claiming he saw no point in keeping them for himself when he could share them with Ace.

Ace hadn’t organized the stash since god-knows-when and now it was not only an eyesore, but also proving to be a hazard in their shared living space. Determined to fix the issue and take his mind off of the still lingering doubt, Ace kneeled next to the chest to tackle the mess inside of it.

He’d only painstakingly managed to empty the trunk and somewhat organize the various items and add-ons inside of it on the ground in piles when a voice interrupted him.

“What are you doing?” Felix asked.

Ace startled and nearly dropped a pile of bandages as he turned to look at Felix. He was very aware of how he must have looked at that moment, hunched over among the stockpile of junk like some sort of trash goblin. Of course, the German had to choose this exact moment to return from his trial.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Ace replied with fake cheer, shooting a hopefully reassuring smile Felix’s way. “I’m just doing some spring cleaning. How was your trial?”

“It was fine,” Felix said. He went to move closer to Ace, only to realize there was nowhere for him to step. “Ehm, do you need help?”

“Nah, I’ve got it,” Ace said, quickly shoving a heap of flashlight batteries to the side to make room for Felix. “Sorry about the mess.”

“It’s okay,” Felix said.

Ace watched the German carefully maneuvering through the mess to sit on the mattress. Now feeling more than a little self-conscious of his terrible organizational skills, Ace quickly returned to his task of sorting the items while Felix merely watched him.

”Did something happen?” Felix asked after a beat of silence.

“No,” Ace lied. “Why? Did you hear something?”

“You only clean when you’re stressed,” Felix said.

“I’m stressed about how much junk we have,” Ace deflected. Looking around for a distraction, his eyes eventually landed on a stack of rolled-up maps. “Here, you should take these!” Ace said, nudging the pile closer to Felix.

“Ähm…” Felix falterted, clearly taken aback. “Why?”

“We should start using up the items,” Ace insisted. “You can sketch some of your houses on these! I know you’re great at that.”

“No, that’s alright,” Felix said. “I’ll take some if I need them. Thank you for the offer.”

Ace chewed on the inside of his cheek in annoyance; of course his stupidly modest boyfriend was too polite to accept even the simplest of gifts. After everything Felix had done for him, Ace wasn’t even able to give him a few sheets of dirt-stained parchment.

“Well… what about a key?” Ace said, turning to grab a handful of skeleton keys somewhat maniacally. “You should take a key for your next trial!”

“Thank you, but I’m fine,” Felix said, still so infuriatingly polite. “You know I prefer to do generators and get everyone out.”

“Take one just in case!” Ace insisted. He grabbed Felix’s hand, feebly trying to transfer the items onto it. “If things turn south, you have a backup—”

“Ace,” Felix interrupted, his hands gripping Ace’s. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Felix’s voice was firm but the underlying worry was clear in it. Finally relenting, Ace took a long, shaky breath and felt the keys clatter to the ground as his tight grip around them loosened.

“Yeah,” Ace agreed. “Alright.”

Felix’s posture relaxed and he offered a grateful smile that melted the last of Ace’s hesitation.

What he shared with Felix was tangible proof that Ace had changed. Because even if it had taken them some time to get here — two practiced liars slowly learning to trust each other — opening his heart to Felix had been one of the best decisions of Ace’s life.

Sometimes, he just needed a little push.

“I was talking with some of the others earlier,” Ace started.

Felix made a small “hmm” in encouragement. His hands were still holding Ace’s and his thumb rubbed small circles over Ace’s knuckles.

“We were discussing something else and then the conversation shifted to you and me,” Ace said. "And, well, the others were saying how our relationship isn't really…" Ace trailed off.

He looked up to meet Felix’s eyes, only to find him patiently watching Ace and waiting for him to continue.

"...Equal," Ace finished.

Instantly, Felix’s smile faltered and his hands stopped caressing Ace’s.

"I see," Felix said, stiffly moving his hands to his sides.

His voice was just as neutral as his face; his play-act, Ace recognized.

"Talk to me, babe," Ace encouraged.

He tried to quell the rising panic in his chest, but when Felix merely sighed in disappointment, Ace was already bracing himself for the worst.

"I know how our relationship must appear," Felix said. "I've been meaning to bring it up with you, but there wasn't a good opportunity."

The dread pooled heavy in Ace’s stomach and he merely swallowed before nodding.

"I—yeah," he said. "I should have probably said something sooner."

"No, that's alright," Felix said. "To be frank, I've been consciously avoiding this conversation."

"Oh," Ace said. "I guess I never realized it was such a big deal."

"I know you didn't," Felix said, looking at him with a smile.

Ace should probably feel offended by the patronizing comment, but somehow, it didn't seem malicious at all. He decided to chalk it up to one of Felix’s social quirks and give him the benefit of the doubt.

"So what's on your mind?" Ace asked. He swallowed the pet name he was about to add, not sure if the endearment was welcome anymore.

“Recently, I’ve been thinking back to my first months here,” Felix started. “How you always welcomed me with a smile and made an effort to connect with me, even during the times I was too overwhelmed to even keep up with conversation.”

“Of course,” Ace said. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“It just… stuck with me. I remember how you were always giving me your items after trials, because I had been sacrificed and didn’t get to keep mine,” Felix added with a smile.

“It was just a few dusty med-kits and a couple toolboxes here and there,” Ace pointed out.

Sure, he might have handed out a few items to give the new guy a better chance in trials, but that wasn’t nearly as heroic as Felix made it out to be.

“It wasn’t just the items,” Felix said. “You’ve always been looking out for me; don’t think I didn’t know you were getting caught on purpose so I could get the hatch. It’s like you gave a a piece of yourself even though you knew I wouldn’t be able to return the gesture.”

Ace’s heart swelled from affection but he tried to keep his feelings in check, steeling himself for the inevitable “but.” He knew from past experience that there was always a “but” when it came to conversations about Ace’s short list of virtues.

“Of course, once we got into a relationship you were determined to give even more,” Felix continued. “This space, your items, the bloodpoints, protecting me in trials… you shared everything with me without question. Some days, I can’t help but think that I don’t deserve it.”

"Woah—wait, what?" Ace asked.

This sure as hell didn’t sound like Felix was blaming Ace for his shortcomings. On the contrary, he seemed beyond grateful for all the little things Ace had done without even thinking.

“I know I will never be able to repay you for everything that you have done for me,” Felix said, looking straight into Ace’s soul with those big, sad puppy eyes. “I don’t blame the others for thinking I’ve been taking advantage of your kindness.”

Ace’s mind was reeling from the whiplash of Felix’s confession. For some unfathomable reason, the kindest and most generous person Ace had ever met seemed to think he was the selfish one in their relationship.

"Oh, babe, no,” Ace hurried to clarify. “You couldn’t be more wrong. In fact, what the others were saying was actually the complete opposite.”

"Ehm—how?" Felix asked, seeming genuinely confused.

Ace sighed and took a seat next to Felix on the mattress.

“If anything, I’m the one that’s been taking advantage of your kindness,” Ace said. “Always borrowing your clothes and being an absolute slob while you try to keep things neat around here.”

He gestured not-so-vaguely to the current chaos surrounding them, Felix’s gaze following the movement.

“And it was probably in poor taste for me to approach you in the first place,” Ace continued. It stung, but it had to be said. “A broke guy known to be terrible with money flirting with the taken and obviously well-off architect? I know how that must look.”

Felix didn’t seem to know, based on the utter confusion still on his face.

"What?" Felix asked.

"You know. You're young, rich and famous and I'm… not," Ace clarified. "The others were saying that you're way out of my league."

Felix was silent for a while as the words sank in. Since he wasn’t yet angry at Ace or calling him a gold digger, Ace chalked it up as a small victory.

"Then they're even more stupid than I thought," Felix suddenly blurted out.

Ace almost choked on his spit, snorting out a surprised laugh at Felix's bluntness.

"Yeah?" Ace asked, a smile tugging on his lips.

"You would think a place like this would make people realize how little empty status means," Felix said.

“Maybe they need to be farmed without borrowed time a few more times,” Ace said.

At Ace’s mischievous grin, Felix huffed a laugh and gave him an exasperated look as to say “Really?”

“Wait, so…” Ace realized. “Just to be clear, you’re not mad at me?”

“No, I thought you were upset with me,” Felix said.

Ace chuckled and ran a hand down his face.

“Holy shit, we’re stupid,” Ace grinned.

“Next time, please just say what you mean,” Felix agreed with a smile. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Okay, I’ll start now: I really wanna kiss you,” Ace leered.

A surprised chuckle escaped Felix’s lips, before he murmured something that sounded like “idiot” and leaned in for a kiss.

The last of Ace’s worries were silenced by feeling Felix’s lips against his own. Felix’s movements were deliberate and slow, and Ace’s heart fluttered happily from the emotion behind his lover’s actions. The gentle press of lips, the familiar hand that clasped his own, and the content sigh as Felix relaxed against him reassured Ace more than words ever could.

Their relationship was as unexpected as it was unconventional, two lost souls finding their way to each other in between the cruelties of the trials. Ace knew that his old self wouldn’t have been capable of loving Felix this way; he would have done exactly what his friends accused him of and ran away before the consequences caught up to him.

But he wasn’t that man anymore. Even when he was afraid to take the leap and open his heart, he would do it anyway. And Felix would be there to catch him every time.

"God, I love you," Ace said when they pulled apart.

"I love you too," Felix said, squeezing his hand. "I never imagined you would be the one to overthink these things."

"I have my moments," Ace grinned. "Thanks for listening to me freak out over nothing."

"When have I ever not listened to you?" Felix asked with a small smirk, making Ace chuckle.

"I also apologize for the hours of shitty jokes you've had to endure," Ace said.

“It’s a fair trade for listening to me monologue about architecture,” Felix said.

“But you’re adorable when you geek out about houses,” Ace grinned.

“I beg to differ,” Felix murmured bashfully. “In any case, will you let me help you with the items now?”

“I mean… if you want to, sure,” Ace said.

“Good, because when I came over I saw you put socket swivels into a sabotaging toolbox and it’s been bothering me ever since,” Felix said, immediately reaching for the toolbox in question.

Ace laughed and scooted over to make room for Felix among their spread belongings, watching as his ever-perfectionist lover eagerly tackled the chaos in front of him.

They spent hours rearranging the items back into the trunk, talking and laughing well into the neverending night. Ace found himself stealing a few kisses and lingering touches and Felix smiled more than he ever did with anyone else, and Ace suddenly realized that they weren’t that different from Adam and Kate after all.

The others could talk all they wanted. No amount of gossip would change the fact that Felix not only saw something in Ace that others didn’t, but had also fallen for him just as hard as Ace had for Felix.

And as far as Ace was concerned, that was all that mattered.

[bored-mumma]

Tom Hiddleston - Fluff Alphabet

MASTERLIST

Loki version

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

So many things he’s not sure he could ever choose. Your eyes, your hips, your thighs.. oh my God he loves your thighs. 

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

He’s not 100% sure. The thought of raising a family with you is something he finds himself day dreaming about often - and in each scenario there were always multiple little ones running around. However, with his job taking up so much of his time and the thought of the children being raised in the public eyes makes him doubt it slightly. It would have to be a serious conversation between you two.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

Any way, shape or form. As long as you two are wrapped around each other some way, he’s happy. (Although he does sometimes prefer to be a little spoon - not that he would admit it easily.)

D = Dates. What are dates with them like? 

No date with Tom is ever the same. Every time he thinks of some  different way to sweep you off your feet. Last week he took you for a romantic candle lit dinner followed by an evening at the theatre. This week he packed you both a picnic and you had lunch at the beach. Next week, who knows. As long as you both have all of each others attention. 

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

“You are my world. The love of my life.” 

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Around three months into your relationship, Tom had stayed over at your place overnight. When he awoke early the next morning and looked over at you, still sound asleep, he just smiled. Happy and content, he realised he wanted to wake up like this every morning. With you tucked up on his side.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

He’s not really gentle. He knows you’re tough and won’t break if he grabs your waist tightly when he gives you those late night kisses. But if you’ve had a rough day and just want to be held, Tom will be gentle and help sooth your mind.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

I = Impression. First impression/s?

You met through your mutual friend, Chris Evans. Chris had spoke about you so much to Tom (He knew you two would be a great couple) that when he had finally introduced you both, Tom felt like he already knew you. Except you exceeded everything he thought. You were funnier, smarter, pretier, more full of life. Tom’s first impression was simply “Wow”.

J- Joker. Are they into pulling pranks? 

On you, sometimes. But you two LOVE to play pranks on your friends.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

It depends on the mood. Most common is a quick peck thanks to both of your busy schedules, though when you both finally have time off, he makes up for it. He’ll either have his hands on your cheeks or your waist and kiss you like it’s the last time. 

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

You did! It was when you cancelled your date with him last minute thanks to period cramps and he turned up to yours not long after with your favourite take away, bottles of your favourite drinks and a heat pack. It could have been your hormones playing with you, but you nearly cried at the gesture and the words “I love you so much!” just fell out of your mouth.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

Your first weekend away together. A little cabin next to a lake, just the two of you. The weather wasn’t that great so you spend the days cuddling on the sofa, playing board games, in bed or simply having long conversations with each other. He loved every second of it and even has a photo next to his bed of you two there. 

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

You are extremely spoilt by him! Anything you could ever want, he would make sure you would get. It would even get to the point where you would hide that you wanted that stunning necklace because it was pricey and you didn't want Tom to go spending so much on you. (Even though he would happily spend every penny on you)

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Red. When you first met, you were wearing a red top. First date, you were wearing a red dress and on the second date, you were wearing red lipstick. He even brought himself a red suit so he could match you in your red dresses.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

“Love.” Mostly but occasionally “Darling.” or “Sweet.”

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Shakespeare. He owns multiple books filled with his poetry and plays and will often randomly recite some for you to express himself.

R = Rainy Day

Board games! He adores to just chill out with you and play some games. Have a laugh together and just take some time away from screens.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

To cheer you up, he’ll sit back and listen to whatever it is you have to say. Then he’ll simply ask you if there’s something he can do. If you’re not sure he’ll run you a bath, make you some snacks and just let you feel how you feel. If you want anything from him, he’ll do it.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

Movies, Shakespeare, his family, your family, what happened at work. He’s also a huge gossip - not that he would admit that to anyone but you.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

Lying on the sofa with your head rested on his shoulder, Bobby (his dog) lying across your laps, the room dimly lit with lamps and a movie on TV. He never feels more relaxed than then.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

His acting. Tom will often practice his scripts with you and would show off a lot at how he could do it. Especially if its Loki.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

You adore his family and they adore you. So he decided to propose at one of his family's dinners. Between the main meal and dessert, Tom tapped his glass to gather everyone's attention and began to make a speech about how much he adored you before getting down on one knee to propose. You, of course, said yes. Although not many could hear it thanks to his mother and sisters almost screeching with happiness.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

Cha cha slide. Let me explain.

You and Tom are a goofy couple. Always having fun together. And you’re both competitive. Whenever you’re at a party or a wedding and this song comes on, you both jump on the dance floor to out do the other. 

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You’re the Monica to my Chandler.”

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Tom already had Bobby when he met you. Neither of you really wanted any more pets, Bobby already was enough for you.

[thejudgingtrash]

Can you explain to me how Rachel was annoying in the series?

Well, I’ll try to keep myself short for this one (lol no, this took an hour to write). Also, let’s not forget that they’re all kids, but I’m basing this off from when I read the series as a fourteen year old because my opinions haven’t changed much (for better or for worse).

I’m not the biggest fan of Rachel. I have to admit that portrayals of her by Simi, Kit, Logan, Apollo and all the others helped to shape her into something cooler than what she had been in my foggy memories but I actually went back to take a look in the books (well, TTC + BOTL so far) to refreshen my mind about events that have happened.

Also, you should browse through @blackjacktheboss's blog as she’s a) hilarious and b) says whatever I say in like a single sentence lol. But your ask is about me and my opinions so here we go:

What I didn’t like about Rachel was that she’s rude and bold (DON’T GET ME WRONG, I love that in female characters!!!), but she doesn’t have Annabeth’s excuse of survival of the fittest (literally running off as a traumatized seven year old) and introducing us into the world of the Riordanverse.

Percy was on his way, had shit to deal with and Rachel pretty much interrupted him from the get-go and thought getting her answers was more important than letting Percy just rush forward. Yes, this is Rachel’s entrance into the series and the net Riordan threw into the sea, to make us little fish adapt to her. But it still didn’t sit right with me, probably because I would never interact that way.

I get why she did that, but it’s the way how she did it that’s just making me go ???

Even if I was seeing weird things, I wouldn’t set out to distract/interrupt someone who is incredibly busy to get my way. Rachel’s dick move seems like a Karen boomer type of thing to pull off, but guess that’s up to you.

If I were her, I’d either film/try to photograph the monsters via phone (if that’s possible) or internet stalk enough to find the other person (note: despite Riordan’s stupid rule of not being able to use phones, demigods still can use computers/the internet, I guess). Percy was national news like a year or two ago in the timeline, so it shouldn’t be that difficult to find more stuff out about him, even in like 2008 or so. Let him have a spot on Perez Hilton's shitty gossip blog, for the OGs reading this.

Annabeth was used as a tool of exposition to introduce us to CHB, the demigod life and how things roll around there. She barged into Percy’s mission as a nuisance first but a necessity second in TLT.

However, in comparison to Rachel, Annabeth was transformed into a fully-fledged protagonist within a span of a chapter or two. Rachel needed another separate book after her first appearance, so we don’t just know Annabeth better, we know that she’s an important constant throughout the story as of Rachel seems… almost random? Is she truly necessary as a character?

This doesn’t come from a shipper perspective, this is coming from a character design perspective and adds to the feeling that the way she has been introduced to me as a reader just seems off.

Yes, BOTL makes sense with her as a reborn Ariadne, but technically Sally could’ve done the job as she’s a clear-sighted mortal as well lol. Then again, Sally is an adult, went to college, had a job, was unfortunately probably working it up with Paul, did the cha cha slide with him and had overall better shit to do.

Then Rachel as the oracle, which is just super weird in general. Wasn’t Apollo himself responsible for issuing prophecies in the OG myths? Or did he both, have the oracle of Delphi as his spokesperson and issue important stuff to Team Olympus? Am I mixing things up? I’m getting sidetracked, my bad.

Either way, this oracle gig might be the only time I’d say Rachel might be important in the future (badum tzz), but Riordan fumbled the bag in the follow ups series so there’s that. Did she even appear in HOO? Can’t remember and also don’t care.

Rachel is used as one out of three choices in regard to his love life that Percy can make. Calypso literally got introduced into BOTL and was admittedly Percy’s biggest what if… But the general gist doesn’t sit right with me. We have three possible routes with Percy and the others:

Rachel: somewhat normality in the mortal realm

Annabeth: the danger and thrill of the demigod life

Calypso: ambrosia and nectar. a hint of immortality

(On one hand, literally why but on the other hand, mad props for Percy who has literally three romantic leads in the same book.) I’d cancel one of them at least out and since Annabeth isn’t going anywhere, I’m taking Rachel. Sally could literally been Percy’s anchor to a normal mortal life as she had intended until it didn’t work out anymore when he became twelve and his monster alerting scent grew stronger.

Calypso and Annabeth would’ve been the perfect opposites where each of them had a strong case. The demigod life within the realms or mortal or the demigod life ascending to Olympus/immortality. Sounds cooler and is way simpler. Three people is way too much, this truly feels like a shonen anime harem thing and it’s defo not my cup of tea (and while some Annabeth sideships aren’t my thing (Lukabeth go cry in the corner, no one likes you, WTF, Connabeth you fugly), it’s super unfair that Annabeth solely has Percy (fuck off Luke) to rely on in regards of romantic endeavors).

Rachel almost feels redundant? The option to walk away from all of that… which isn’t really true as Rachel really tries to push and insert herself into the story the very first time we meet her? But that’s just me, I’m certain that others are saying they’d kill off Annabeth or kick Calypso (I mean yeah) into the curb.

Big ALSO:

Why does Percy need another white and uber-rich love interest?

I semi-joked on Dez’ post (@sawasawako) with this response about Annabeth needing to keep up with powerful Rachel, but the core still stands.

We already have an affluent Annabeth (granted, we don’t know exactly how the Chase’s riches are divided, whereas it’s clear that Rachel can just make anyone drop dead by saying who she is. Annabeth needed that weird lotus casino credit card to make that happen, so Miss Harvard Legacy doesn’t wield that Dare schmoney. Also don’t think Annabeth can just up papa’s money and go…? Idk).

Why do we need another person needing to upstage this?

Like Rachel has to triumph in regards to standard and prestige as if it were a badly written Jane Austen AU. For what reason…? Why not make Percy friends and acquaintances with someone who comes from a normal household for once, not super rich brats (Piper, Annabeth, Rachel, technically the Graces with their TV starlet mother amongst others).

Moreover…

Important question: why should Percy actually be impressed/attracted to that? He’s dirt poor and has been sent to (boarding) schools filled with stupid rich people since he’s been twelve, probably even younger than that. As if that’s the very first thing Percy would look out for or be wowed or something. He’s used to rich douchebags. I think he’s more surprised that someone used their money for his benefit for once and not to crash daddy’s new Mercedes again.

Like seriously… Rachel did that weird art project thing in BOTL with her covered in gold and posing like it’s a super normal thing to do? Even for rich snobbish kids standards? That sounds weird to me. I don’t know, maybe Riordan’s been streaming the new Gossip Girl reboot on HBO Max on repeat and thought this girl is on fiyah (performed by Alicia Keys).

Rachel trying to separate herself from her money just comes off as super hypocritical when she’s using the very same funds to finance her lifestyle. I get it, trying to make amends and make a difference with the damage you have done but... your father still doesn't give a shit about the environment or YOU, sweetie. Kick him in the balls for once! Then you can go out about your art projects.

The concept of Percy having friends in the mortal realm is cool, but why does Rachel almost have to compete with Annabeth with her wealth and art stuff?

No seriously, the comparisons are constantly there, out and about. Roaming freely on the finest grass, needing to be feed delicious locally sourced carrots and stuff.

Annabeth is Athena’s kid. Athena is the goddess of wisdom, weaving, justice, warfare yada yada and arts and crafts. So definitely something which would affect Rachel, right (someone write that Athena messing with Rachel because she can AU and tag me please!)?

Annabeth wants to become an architect which translates to fancy building designer who is driving engineers like Leonardo Eugenio Valdez Cortes insane irl because the maths and physics don't work like that in the working field trust me I'm an engineer, which could/should be considered an art form.

They even shared some common ground while talking about architecture and design in BOTL!

Furthermore, they both share broken homes with absent parents (granted that all demigods go through that). Wealthy families at that as well. Shitty fathers that don’t care about their daughters well-being. Rachel however, is super powerful and influential in an unseen level in the mortal world. She isn’t like Matt Sloan (?) who truly messes up by destroying shit to get his father's attention, but she’s still in that circle and can easily demonstrate that. Making deals with her father and what not. We rarely see Annabeth doing that. Did y’all forget the fucking helicopter Rachel brought along in TLO?

Pan saying Rachel is just as important as her father has multiple meanings to me…

(Sidenote: I do think it’s hilarious that Annabeth is jealous/annoyed of Rachel that her remarks were she’s cute right and Percy went??? Or when Tyson said Rachel’s pretty? Or that time when Annabeth actually defended Luke and his weird behavior (because Kronos was slowly taking over, don’t forget that kids!), because f that rich artist nepotism kid that Rachel seems to be, right?)

Another note: Percy thinks Rachel is annoying in BOTL for a while and it took a while for him to admit that and he spent way more time being annoyed/jealous (for once, Lordy) at Luke for him to even notice lol.

I guess it’s really hard for me to exactly pinpoint what’s bothering me. I believe Rachel's persona just doesn’t seem to hit right, because it feels like a knock-off Annabeth who just simply isn’t a demigod, yet has two cool powers, but in even richer who still needs to be part of the story for exactly what reason?

The jumping around from the richest in the series to the poorest in the series is kinda bothering me as if the middle class doesn’t exist, like I’ve stated earlier. Why didn’t Riordan mix it up with Rachel, giving her more nuance the minute they met, not towards the end? Have her be Percy’s platonic friend from the get go. No weird oh wait she is kinda cute in the middle bullshit.

This kinda drifted more into a Perachel vs Percabeth essay, which really wasn’t my intention. Don’t worry kids, I’m criticizing Annabeth (and her stans) enough already.

And I do think that others in the fandom have softened my views on Rachel as a person like I’ve stated in the beginning. So friendship!Perachel is popping! But I do think that there are some valid points that I’ve made.

Also not gonna lie, Rachel issuing the new prophecy in TLO kinda dampened the end of PJO series but that’s more Riordan’s fault than hers.

TLDR: I’m just not a huge fan of this overbearing, uber-rich, excessively flaunting being that Rachel sometimes displays. She’s flawed, she’s broken at times, has a semi-interesting background story (although it has been done over and over again throughout the series and should be changed up for once) which is great, but it is still annoying.

We don’t need an anti-Annabeth who feels like a weird caricature of the real Annabeth.

Also if this seems super incoherent, repetitive, or whatever, I'm sorry, massive headaches + mental health going down the goo lagoon does this to ya, I hope I made somewhat sense!

[meldy-writes]

Conclusions

This is super-de-duper late and kinda short but here it is.

(y/n) plopped her plate down at the table with a goofy grin as she poked Glen in the side and told him to ‘scooch’ so she could sit between him and Daryl.

“someone’s in a good mood,” Maggie commented before bringing her fork up to her mouth.

“That’s ‘cause it’s Peach Night, Bitches!” came a gleeful response as her friend began digging into her own meal; a hearty squirrel stew with string beans and a generous portion of—you guessed it– peaches on the side.

The four didn’t always eat together, but it happened often enough for entertaining conversation to be easy amongst the group, and it was happening more and more often these days seeing as Glen and Maggie were rarely ever apart and a similar phenomenon was beginning to occur between (y/n) and Daryl. The Prison group noticed this about a week after it started and ever since a select few had taken it upon themselves to try and get Daryl and (y/n) together.  So far, they’d been unsuccessful, but that night was different. Maggie wasn’t sure how, but she could just tell.

For the most part, dinner conversation went on like it did every other night, but Maggie couldn’t help but notice the archer across the table from her kept shifting his gaze between his plate and the woman beside him. After a few minutes more, he sucked the stew off his spoon and began using it to ferry his own peaches onto (y/n)’s plate.

The woman paused mid-sentence to look at him.

“…and you know, Mags, we really should start—What are you doin’?”

Daryl shrugged, having finished shoveling the canned fruit onto her plate, “well you like ‘em, don’t cha?”

“I thought you said you liked ‘em, too.”

He scoffed, “I only said that ‘cause those peaches were the only thing you wanted to talk about all freakin’ day. You damn near burst into song when we found ‘em on that run last week; you like ‘em, now you got more. Quit yer bellyachin’.”

(y/n) let a small, fond smile slip onto her face as she bumped his shoulder with her own.

“Thanks,” she said.

She got a disinterested grunt in return, but anyone could see how red the tips of his ears were.

Maggie squinted at the two, looking back and forth between them before she finally slammed her hand on the table with a triumphant grin and loudly announced, “you two are havin’ sex!”

(y/n) paused, fork-full of fruit halfway to her lips while her companion beside her began to choke on his own food.

From her left she heard Glen mutter “A little louder, Maggie, I don’t think the walkers outside the fence heard you,” as he looked around at the other tables of people around the room who stopped to stare at their table after the outburst.

He was promptly ignored as his wife was pointedly daring the accused party to deny her statement with a fixed stare.

After a beat (y/n) lowered her fork, and with the straightest face she could manage, she turned to Daryl and said, “we are? Daryl, Sweetie, why didn’t you say somethin’? I would have put my fork down.“

The man snickered between coughs but kept his gaze fixed to his plate.

“I’m serious,” Maggie insisted, “you’re a thing, you’re sleepin’ together.”

“Have been for about a month, thanks for sharin’ with the class, Mags.”

Maggie blinked, eyes turning owlish as she opened and closed her mouth a few times, simply flabbergasted that they just admitted to it. She thought that if they were trying to keep it secret, they would at least try and deny it a little bit.

“We’ve been tryin’ to get you two together for forever now, why didn’t you ever say somethin’?”

Daryl spoke up then, pink-cheeked and surly as ever, “It wasn’t any of yer business. Just ‘cause you an’ Glen like makin’ yer relationship front-page-news doesn’t mean everyone’s gotta.”

(y/n) rubbed his back in soothing circles as she added, “an’ it was easy to find time to be alone when you just kept, ya know, givin’ it to us. Plus, I thought it was funny how you guys were tryin’ so hard.”

Maggie pouted at that, but Glen began to chuckle, “fair enough,” he said through bites of stew as he elbowed his friend in the stomach, “so how’d it start?”

“Ya don’t gotta answer that, (y/n),” the archer informed as he put his head in his hands.

(y/n) ignored this as a shit-eating grin began to form on her lips, “He’s been takin’ me out on his hunts tryin’ to teach me how to shoot the crossbow. Remember that day we brought back a buck? I bet him if I could shoot it ‘tween the eyes he had to give me a kiss.”

The table erupted into laughter, and after a few more jokes the conversation drifted back towards more familiar topics, but still, Daryl was more quiet than normal, and (y/n) could feel it. After Glen and Maggie had said their goodbyes and turned in for the night, she turned to him, leaning her chin on her hand and leaning far against the table to try and catch his eye.

“You upset with me for tellin’ them about us? We agreed we’d do our own thing at our own pace and let the others come to a conclusion on their own. Not my fault they came to the right one.”

“It ain’t that.”

“Good,” she joked, “for a second I thought you might be ashamed of me or somethin’.”

He rolled his eyes at that and began to elaborate knowing full well at this point she wasn’t going to drop the subject until she knew what was bugging him.

“It’s just everyone’s gonna know now, they’re gonna look at us different. They’re gonna watch us. I hate havin’ eyes on me, it makes me itch,”  he began chewing on his thumb; a nervous habit of his that (y/n) found absolutely adorable.

“I dunno, I think if anything, we’ll have fewer eyes on us,” she assured, reaching to take his hands in hers.

“You think?”

“Yeah. A will-they-won’t-they situation is much more entertainin’ to watch than a couple that’s already established. Once word spreads around and the new-gossip shine’s rubbed off it people will look somewhere else, I promise you.”

Daryl’s eyebrows furrowed as he processed her words, turning them over in his head while he admired how small and delicate her hands seemed in his bigger, callused ones, “Yeah, guess yer right. Come on, we got the first watch, right?”

(y/n) grinned and nodded as their gazes met. She was just about to get up when Daryl suddenly took his hands from her grip and took a quick look around. Just before she could respond his hands were on her cheeks and he was pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, and then he was up and halfway out to the blacktop like nothing happened.

She gasped, faux scandalized as she scurried up to follow him, “Daryl Dixon, was that a public display of affection? Is that going to be an everyday thing now?” She gripped the back of his vest in one of her fists to try and get him to face her again, but all it did was serve as a sort of tether to drag her along behind him.

“Not if you keep makin’ a deal of it,” he threatened weakly as the couple walked out of the building and into the quiet Georgia night.

[famedroleplayarchive]

As promised, here’s an admin update post. This addresses several topics you all probably knew were coming and might have been waiting for the answers on, as well as some other topics, additions, and changes! Please take your time to read this thoroughly, and thanks again for four years of Famed! There’s a lot here, so take your time reading it.

URL change

The main blog’s URL has changed to famedroleplay. Some links are still being updated, but if you notice anything still links back incorrectly after a week or so, please do let me know!

Faceclaims

After hearing out the opinion of everyone who shared theirs regarding banning faceclaims involved in bullying scandals and taking that into consideration, face claims will be banned if they are linked to outside crimes or severe such as sexual assault, molka, or bullying in connection to suicide / suicide attempts. This means the initial ban on actor Kim Jisoo and April members Kim Chaewon, Lee Naeun, Yang Yena, Lee Jinsol, and and ex-member Jeon Somin remain in tact.

Bullying allegations not linked to these outside factors will still be grounds for someone to be allowed to ask to change a faceclaim before their faceclaim change waiting period is up, though, if they are uncomfortable continuing to use a faceclaim because of bullying allegations. If a faceclaim leaves the industry and/or removes themselves from the public eye for the foreseeable future for any reason, they are also still unusable, but this rule was already in place.

As for how this will affect parts of the roleplay other than faceclaims, please see the section further down about Element. Two April songs (”Oh My Mistake!” and “Love Clock”) were previously used for the first season of base’s COLLA3ORATE. These will be retroactively replaced with Elris’s “Jackpot” and “Like I Do” respectively, but if you had a muse involved in “Oh My Mistake” and would prefer to remove them from COLLA3ORATE season one entirely, just message me and they will be removed. I assigned the lines trying to match the positions and line distributions up similarly, but if your muse was involved and you’d like to keep them in “Jackpot” but want to switch to an untaken position, you’re welcome to request that as well. Otherwise, any references to that can simply use those songs instead now.

Element update

Due to the recent allegations involving Somin, a major revamp of Element has had to be conducted. After discussing the situation with the current muns of the group, the past model discography of Element has been replaced using Checkmate, K-Tigers Zero, and Lucky J, and they will be making their final comeback on April 12. After those promotions end, Element will be disbanded and the members will re-debut later in the year in a boy group, Quicksilver, with model groups of Ateez and Treasure and a girl group, Marigold, with model groups of BVNDIT and Melody Day with two new members each. The Element spots have been reopened, but the new positions in the new groups won’t be opened until after Element have finished promoting. This will be a major plotline for the roleplay and Gold Star in particular so expect to see it brought up in schedules and in some articles on the Exclusive blog as the storyline unfolds.

The new debuts in Quicksilver and Marigold will be available on May 13.

Fuse’s model discography update

Thanks to everyone’s suggestions, I was able to find two groups to add to Fuse’s model discography that I felt could align with their sound, direction, storyline, and positions enough to be happy with for now. These groups are Cherry Bullet and Weki Meki. The updated line distribution can be found on Fuse’s page.

There are other groups I’m looking into adding onto the model discographies of, but Fuse was the most urgent, so they’re the only official update I have today!

Canon soloists

Ultimately, after the poll, more people voted to remove canon soloists than to keep them, and they are officially being removed from the roleplay.

Those discographies previously used for the soloists will begin to be open for points claims at midnight/12AM EDT on April 12.

With the removal of canon soloists, the plan is to allow a solo music career to become a more prominent claiming option, and there are plans for some additional claim options to become available in relation to such a career, but those will be added and addressed at a later time.

As for storylines linked to some of the soloists, this is how those will be retconned:

BC Soloist 1: Instead of BC signing and debuting a known Gold Star trainee, BC hired a high profile creative director from Gold Star known from working with Gold Star since their inception and had worked on some of their most defining comebacks and announced she would be taking over as one of the company’s main creative directors. She has since worked on conceptualizing several group’s comeback as well as most heavily on Chroma’s pre-debut project.

Dimensions Soloist 3: Instead of Dimensions buying out a small and brand new company created by a crew of popular music producers with one soloist who they transferred to their label, in early 2020, Dimensions bought out a music production company that was created by a top music production team with several rising producers signed with them and made the producers in-house producers for Dimensions. Since then, the new producers have helped to produce several hit Dimensions songs since.

While Gold Star Soloist 1 no longer exists as an IU stand-in, Gold Star still had an incredibly popular and loved NPC soloist as one of their first artists that helped give their name prominence. At the beginning of 2021, she announced her departure from the agency to create her own label, citing her reasoning as feeling she needed a more focused environment than Gold Star’s growth could provide. There are rumors she was alluding to dissatisfaction with Gold Star’s recent management and gossip that Gold Star was pushing for her to pursue activities in overseas markets she wasn’t interested in.

Anyone who had a feature or MV appearance claim on a soloist can contact me and let me know whether they’d like to just drop the claim (and, if a points claim, recollect those points), keep it as a claim in an unspecified work, or try to replace it with something else. The following muses had claims this applies to:

Features:

Cha Kyonghwa (Kami) (app claim) Kang Sunghee (app claim) Park Jaewon (points claim, 10 points) dropped! Choi Joosung (Sun) (points claim, 10 points) Moon Chaeyeon (Dita) (app claim) Park Duri (points claim, 10 points) kept as unspecified!

MV appearances:

Kim Kyongmin (Alice) (app claim) Ryu Jaein (points claim, 5 points) dropped! Seo Minjung (points claim, 10 points) points reclaimed! Moon Chaeyeon (Dita) (app claim)

Points shop updates

There have been a few updates to the points shop!

Firstly, the nation’s title claim checklist now requires a headcanon on the muse’s image and how it relates to their claims and career to be completed. This is just so I can see a mun’s own intentions for how everything ties in with their image. This headcanon shouldn’t focus on the title itself since that isn’t ever guaranteed for approval, but the muse’s general image as the mun has shaped it. The viral moment requirement for a nation’s title is now also specified to need to relate to the image involved in the desired title.

In the wake of canon soloists being removed, I’m planning on being a little more strict regarding music claims aligning well with positions.This applies to both individual songs and whole discographies. Still, the intent is to be reasonable. Chungha having a rap-like verse in “Bicycle” won’t require someone to have a rap position to claim it since it’s not a lot of the song and she’s not known as a rapper, but I also wouldn’t approve a muse whose most prominent position is main rapper or a main dancer making their entire discography IU releases since IU is primarily a singing-focused artist.

There used to be a rule requiring that muns seek admin approval before claiming songs written by deceased artists, but that rule has now been removed. Keep it respectful, though, please. If any issue arises with muns breaking the fourth wall in relation to these songs to be disrespectful about a real person’s passing, that claim may be revoked and the rule may be reinstated. Songs performed by deceased artists still cannot be claimed.

There’s also a new claim available — a YouTube variety show or talk show. Please see the variety page for examples and more information, but note that this is separate from both a reality show claim. I’ve tried to specify the difference, but if you’re ever unsure which one what you want to claim would fit into, feel free to ask! Both will now be uploaded in-’verse to base’s Youtube Channel. Likewise, there has been a small change so that future radio show claims are now through base Radio, a radio streaming application (think Naver Now). 

Company building pages + Pinterest

I’m currently working on pages that give more detail on the layout of the company headquarters. They aren’t quite finished yet, but I have created a Famed Pinterest account for those of you who find more muse visually or who are into visual worldbuilding! One of the sections on the boards there gives a rough idea of company building visuals. There are group concept boards as well, so if you’re struggling to decide where your muse might fit, looking at those might help you if you’re more of a visual person. No one is required to follow it and I won’t be answering messages or anything of the sort there, but I thought it might be a helpful way to visually convey locations and concepts! I’ll make a small post to let everyone know when the pages with in-depth information on the company buildings is available.

Activity rules updates

I mentioned there’d be a few more touch-ups to the activity rules to fill in loopholes that have been around a while, so here they are.

- There is now a formal hiatus request form that must be submitted to request a hiatus. Simply sending the main an IM that you want a hiatus will no longer qualify as a valid request and it will not be processed.

- There will no longer be a week-long grace period after a hiatus ends. You are responsible for being active for the next activity check after your hiatus ends.

- The maximum length of a hiatus is now three weeks (and the minimum one week). The initial hiatus request maximum is still two weeks with one week extensions, but extensions may not be stacked to exceed three weeks total without a passed activity check in between. If you can’t be around for a longer period of time, it might be best to rejoin at a later time when you’re more available! In total, a mun is allotted a maximum of four weeks of hiatus over any twelve week period.

- If a muse reaches three activity warnings in a month, they will be automatically moved to the unfollow list on their third warning instead. If a muse is removed and refollowed three times over the course of six months, they will not be able to be re-followed again and will have to re-apply.

New points opportunity

As of this post going up, muses may now collect one point for every first closed thread with a new muse after it has reached ten posts. This will no longer only apply during events and the ten post requirement is new. Members should be interacting with new muses all the time, not just during events, so it felt right to adjust this accordingly. This applies only to threads started after this post goes up.

Chroma

As schedules have been made quarterly, all remaining Chroma roles will be made available for reserves and applications in at midnight/12AM EDT on April 12.

Suggestions + Feedback

I want to end off this post by reminding everyone that I’m always taking suggestions for events, tasks, etc! I plan on opening an official suggestion submission blog at some point down the line, but I’m happy to take suggestions through the ask box or submit if you have any. I’m also open to feedback as well. If you do send in either of these things, please specify if you’d like a reply from me, since sometimes I might be naturally inclined to keep a message simply giving a suggestion or idea without any questions instead of responding to it.

Thanks for reading this very long update! There are more additions to the roleplay in the works, some I’ve hinted at here and some I’ve not, but I hope Famed’s fifth year is able to be its best one yet!

[luvreyn]

My Manhwa List (2020) Part 15

When the Villainess is in Love

When a young girl wakes up in the body of her favorite character, villainess Princess Libertia, the very first thing she decides to do is... fangirl her heart out! And why not? In a novel where all of her favorite characters are doomed to die, this is her chance to give them all a happy ending. But will the story play out as she expects when people start to see Princess Libertia in a new, forgiving light? One fangirl’s love might be what it takes to turn this villainess into a heroine!

Summary:

I’ve transmigrated into the body of a princess, living on borrowed time.

It’s okay, though, we can cure this illness!

My goal is to lead a life where I can do whatever I want!

First, I decided to rave over all of my favorite characters in the novel!

But, because I am a villainess, people around me tend to be wary…

“You will die soon, and yet… how can you laugh like that?”

Well, it’s ‘cus I’m super hot.

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- plot = 5/5

- art = 5/5 i so love the artttt

- i s e k a i i know i know i’m such a sucker for that

- plot twists!!!

- mc is relatable af

- memeables!!

- comedic gold

- mc and leyrin (fangirl mcs for the win!)

- the male leads are soooo great i stan

- verdict, highly recommended!!! 

The Lady's Law of Survival

Summary:

“Please let me take over someone else’s body this time!” That was my request to the King of the Underworld upon my latest arrival. None of my previous incarnations made it past my 25th birthday, so the king promised that if I succeeded, he’ll grant me a long, healthy life. I asked for an existence filled with wealth and physical prowess that had no siblings and no complications with men… At least he fulfilled the first three! My name’s Lukina. Title: the Duke’s daughter. And my goal: survive past the age of 25!

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- did i already put this one in a list? i cant remember 

- plot = 4/5 

- art = 4/5 still not use to t

- same artist as miss not so sidekick!!

- comedic goldd

- memeable face!!

- go gurl!! show them what you’re capable of!!

- verdict, a good read!

To Love Your Enemy

Summary:

Having mastered the art of lying her way through life, Yeonhee Bae has vowed to leave her past behind and make a fresh start for herself by going to college at 24. But when she runs into someone who knows a secret from her past that could completely ruin her reputation, her hopes for a perfect life suddenly start to crumble. Amidst college gossip, crushes, and jealousy, can the two set aside their differences and embrace each other for who they really are?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- so far it’s okay

- plot = 3.5/5

- art = 3.5/5

- i love the mc cause shes very capableee

- ml is adorable who respects women ok

- verdict, an okay re

The Newlywed Diary of a Witch and a Dragon

Summary:

After spending the night with a recent hire of the Tower of Magic, Wendy Blanchett, a talented young leader of the Rune Research Division, is faced with an impossible dilemma. She fears for her position and reputation when the newbie, Aiden Winters, asks her to marry him. Unbeknownst to Wendy, Aiden seems to have secrets of his own. Will their love blossom, or will his secrets tear them apart?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- art = 5/5 cause this is what i noticed first and foremost

- plot = 4/5

- i know that image doesnt give really prove that the art is good

- i love the sly ml lmao

- ml is whipped

- i love that mc is a career woman 

- verdict, an entertaining read!!

Back to Work!

Summary:

Jiyoon Cha is just trying to live her best life in spite of feeling unfulfilled by her corporate job and disillusioned with love. But what’s a woman in her 30s to do when the pressure to marry is high, her prospects are either her aloof supervisor or her juvenile, artist ex-boyfriend, and not even her perfect work friend can hold it together? Can a girl just have her chicken and beer in peace, or is that just a pipe dream?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- give me more workplace setting!!

- art = hmm idk cause i dont hate it but i also dont love it so 3/5

- plot = 4/5 

- relatable in so many ways

- mc is relatableee

- ml is a capable man ok he’s so handsome

- ^ subtle type so

- i need more slow burn romance!!!

- verdict, i need moreeeee!!! 

[popculturebuffet]

House of Mouse: Mickey and the Culture Clash (Commission by WeirdKev27) or “What the Hell, Clarabelle?”

Hello, hello, hello... I wish I could say I was in good spirits but i’m tired, have covid induced chills running down my spine.. and oh yeah there was an armed insurrection i the captial last night that showed just how broken this country was. And while Monster Bash would still be relevant... I couldn’t do it. I admit to being unable to do an episode where the millitant racist nutjob who harms people runs off into the night, and does much worse in later episodes, while the people she harassed are arrested the night after a bunch of millitant, racist, sociopathic, selfish nightmares sieged the captial, killed a woman, raised the fucking maga flag over the buildling and took pictures like they were goddamn heroes.  We got a stark reminder, not a wake up call, not an opening a REMINDER of just how badly broken our country is last night, and it wasn’t till this morning I found out just how BAD it was. The deaths, the flag, the fact josh fucking hawley, MY STAT’ES SENATOR and registered piece of shit, raised  A FUCKING FIST IN SOLIDARITY, which gives me the crippling fear his stupidity and unabashed racisim and support of a cou could mean riots at best and attempted uprisings at worst and who knows what kind of hate crimes against those of color and those in my own queer community. I am afraid, tired, and I am pissed and I feel we could ALL use something wholesome, warm and far removed from the shit going on. And in my hour of need to figure out something like that to put on the schedule.. Kev brought up a wonderfufl idea.  Every month this month till the end of it Kev is going to comission one episode of a show near and dear to both our hearts that has it’s 20th birthday this month. House of Mouse. He was intitally going to request Pete’s One Man Show, which is one of my faviorites, but was ironcially one I already planned to cover next month to celebrate both the show’s anniversary and Pete’s Birthday. But since he was happy to wait till then to comission it, he instead asked for another classic and one with easily my faviorite character on the show: Moritmer Mouse. 

One of the best things House of Mouse did was bring back Mortimer Mouse. Introduced in Mickey’s Rival, Mortimer was an ex of minnies who showed up for one short to be a dick to mickey before running off and leaving Minnie at the mercy of a bull he pissed off. He also weirdly kept electrodes and a car battery in his pants. The short itself is.. not great mostly because Minnie dimissies Mickey rightfully being pissed someone is hitting on his girlfriend in front of him, making jokes at his expense, and generally being a pillock as being jealous... which yeah, yeah he is. Most of the time jealousy and supscison of your partner is ugly, gross and damaging to a relationship.  You should trust them unless you’ve been given good reason not to, and if your paranoidly jealous about every friend she has she could be attracted to.. get some fucking help. Seriously, I need to, not for this for various other problems, but get some therapy to help with your trust issues or if your just being the kind of dick who naturally assumes men and women or men and men or women and women or men and nonibinary persons, or women and nonbinary peeps and so on and so on cannot be friends if they could possibly be togehter romantically... grow up.  I say all of that because those are serious underlying issues and I didn’t want it to seem like for a moment I was supporting them... and because sometimes i’ts OKAY to be jealous, to either just feel a little jealous of someone, or to you know be irate because your girlfriend’s ex is hitting on her in front of you and she’s being entirely receptive to it. 

So yeah i’ts really hard to feel bad for minnie’s bull attack or find the ending sweet after Minnie was you know, what ramona said for an entire short. However my point for this rant, besides giving out about the short again because I clearly didn’t enough in my Mickey Birthday Special, is that Mortimer is still pretty great. He’s a frat bro in the 40′s sense sure, but the idea of a local douche hoping to swoop in and woo minnie away, who has an oddly specific sense of humor and a bizzare, memorable and wonderful walk, seriously the short is worth watching for mortimier’s “I got two car batteris in my pants’ walk, is a good one. While he’d naturally show up in comics and what have you Mortimer just sort of vanished. But clearly someone on the House of Mouse staff, and Mousewerks before it, agreed because Morty was made easily one of the best and most recurring characters in the HOM, and often more prominent than Horace or Gus. While he still tried his old “I’m gonna do your common law wife act” a few times he was mostly there to be an annoying douche when the ep needed one and to be taken down a peg by everyone in the house. And that VERY MUCH includes Mickey. That’s also part of why I love this show bringing him back: It gives Mickey someone besides pete to give out too on a regular basis. He’s still his charming self about it but it’s lovelyt os ee Mickey sarcastically roast someone. And I honestly attribute the main factor of his sucess on the show to VA Maurice LaMarche. While his original VA, Sonny Dawson, was fantastic.. it’s Maurice who very clearly made the character his. While others like Jeff Bennet have taken over since i’ts Maurice who gave him his signature “ha-cha-cha” catchphrase, swagger and signiture voice. And no i’ts not lost on me that one of Maurice’s OTHER best roles is another cartoon mouse.. and I now very badly want him to meet Pinky and the Brain. But yeah, Maurice just oozes the smarm that defines mortimer for me, oozes condescinon and assholery and he, is., glorious. He was a faviorite as a kid, he’s a faviorite now, and Disney needs to use him more.. and also have Maurice voice him for wonderufl world of mickey mouse, though Jeff Bennett is not bad at all I just prefer the master at the role. 

So obviously, after the nightmare of an evening america had yesterday, an episode not only about how wholesome mickey and minnie are but about Mickey teaming up with Mortimer was EXACTLY what i needed. So pitter patter, this is Mickey and the Culture clash. As always for house of mouse i’ll be chonking it up and since this one starts right with the wraparound, and sicnce you know I spent a godo few pagraphs going over mortimer and he’s only IN the wraparound this episode... let’s start there

Mickey and the Culture Clash: Don’t Go Changin, To Try and Please Me So we open the episode and the review proper with Mickey performing a banjo sernade for Minnie, their song in fact. It’s a really sweet scene.. that’s quickly ruined by Clarabelle being an asshole, who says i’ts a bit crude. Minnie counters that while “It’s not mozart”, it’s nice and she clearly likes it and the gesture. Instead of you know leaving it there like a good friend, like she’s SUPPOSED to be to Minnie in most continuities, Clarabelle.. takes the things she said and her having to run out to wrangle pluto out of context, painting it as her thinking he’s not sophisticated and then running out because of it. Oh and she tops it by pointing to a classified add from a MM looking for sophisticated companionship. 

It just paints Clarabelle not as Minnie’s friend or a chatty gossip, but as a heartless bitch who has no trouble implying one of her best friends would cheat on her boyfriend TO HIS FACE, and is fine wrecking a perfectly lovely relationship just to have more to talk about. Seriously she starts gossiping to everybody on top of it just in case you thought Clarabelle was a decent person in any shape this episode. She’s the one thing about this episode that dosen’t work despite being integral to it.. well two but hte other thing is a small, end of episode gag we’ll get to. This.. this is an integral part of the plot. It also relies on Daisy and Donald being absent for the episode for what I can only assume is their annual sex decathalon because otherwise the second she heard about her friend doing this, before reassuring Minnie, Donald would be holdiing her while Daisy beat the absolute shit out of her for hurting thier closest friend and not bothering to take a look into anything when leveling such a rough accusation at Minnie. In a really stellar, really well paced episode, Clarabelle being so heartless stands out. It’s also, might as well get this out of the way, teh final episode not inlcuding the two holiday specials.. and it’s a good note to go out on otherwise, I just can’t ignore the obnoxious cow in the room.. in both senses of the word. 

So yeah Mickey’s trying to be fancy, and Mortimer gets a good dig in about him reading “You having trouble sounding out the words”, but once he hears what’s going on, or rather once he realizes mickey things Mortimer’s personal add is in fact his girlfriend cheating on him, he decides to help Mickey. And to his credit for this con.. Mortimer actually thought things out on how to trick his rival, and his plan here is douchey as hell but incredibly genius: he offers to help mickey and while that’d normally be suspcious he offers a genuine, and very mortimer explination for helping him become a bit more sophisticated to win minnie back: if Minnie finds a handsome, sophisticated guy to date, what chance does MORTIMER have against that? At least with Mickey, in his deluded egocentric view of things anyway, he has a shot at beating him. 

So Mickey classes it up a bit, taking some sopshitcated stances when announcing and trying to woo minnie by talking in ye olde english. When that fails, she just finds it silly but charming, Mickey finds Jose.. hitting on her.

Just.. I expect better from you man. Woo ladies all you like as long as your respectful but I expect better than to hit on someone else’s girlfriend.. which granted he has but given the last time we saw him do that, he nearly got stabbed a bunch and the last time he agressively hit on a woman he got punched in the beak as he should, you’d THINK he’d of learned something. Seriously once again Donald is only missing because this time Daisy would be holding Jose down while Donald hit him. Or possibly they’d take turns. Point is Jose REALLY shoudln’t be doing this and knows better.. marginally. But.. it is in character enough so ti’s not as bad as Clarabelle the homewrecker. 

So Mickey tries being fancy and goes on to do poetry instead of letting O’Malley and the Alley Cats play.. which is a nice running gag the series does as they NEVER get to play.. which while funny is a shame since I love the Aristocats. So then we finally get what Mortimer’s been playing at, he swoops in, claims MICKEY dosen’t need HER, and uses the same personal add to trick her. See, while what Mortimer’s doing is vile.. unlike clarabelle I can repsect it at least. I don’t condone it and i’m glad he gets foiled.. but as a bad guy plan it’s pretty clever and for someone like Mortimer whose usually pretty incompitent.. it’s pretty suprising he could pull this off. It’s still pretty damn low and scummy, no question, but props to being able to outwit and nearly outplay two people who deal with your crap on a regular basis and still convincingly conning both.  Thankfully while he tries to take Minnie out Mickey, in a great visual gag, puts two and two together, and busts out their song, with Mickey and Minnie heartwearmingly reuniting on stage as seen above. Then we get that gag I mentioned not liking: Mickey gets Morty back by planting a false marriage proposal from Moritmer to Clarabelle, again under MM and he gets carried off.. HAHA HE’S BEING FORCED INTO A MARRIAGE HE DOSEN’T. LAUGH. LAUGH AT IT. The gag just really hasn’t aged well, as otherwise it’s clever Mickey used Mortimer’s own trick against both him and the person who caused all of this but really.. Clarabelle gets no real compuance. At worse sshe finds out she was tricked.. but she again you know tried to break up her close friends relationship for shits and giggles. But .. it’s at the very end of the episode and very easy to ignore, so it dosen’t really bother me too bad, and compared to some gags of the type i’ve seen, it could be MUCH worse.  Overall this wraparound is one of the series best and a good one to go out on. it has a simple premise, a brilliant antagonist plot, some great bits from all involved, and even a great Belle and Beast cameo. All in all a really good wraparound only hampered by a sexist and dated ending and Clarabelle being portrayed as ...

She’s the worst, in the world. Okay onto the shorts.

Mickey’s Piano Lesson: That was a Fun One

It really was. It’s a simple premise: Minnie wants MIckey to do a piano recital and he decides “I don’t need practice i’m mickey mouse. “ And it’s REALLY nice to have a short that has, rather than aw shucks mickey, shenanigans mickey. While thanks to the new shorts we’ve had tons, it’s still nice to get one in the House of Mouse era, and it’s just fun to see Mickey take the usual donald roll of letting his overconfidence punch him in the face> It fits both though: Both are everyman and while I lean towards the duck, to no one’s shock, Mickey is just as capable, and his lack of practice comes off less like the angry and hostile way donald would dismiss it and mroe just loveable procastination. And as someone who REALLY struggles with procastination I related to this short, as Mickey does everything else he’d rather do from bathing the dog to skydiving till Minnie, in a great bit informs him everyone from the president, to several dignitaries from other countries, to a televised audience will see. We then get two really great and really beatuifully animated bits as MIckey wrestles with the notes on thep age then fights with his piano as he performs, still pulling it off but destroying the thing and rightfully earning a glare form his girlfriend. Just a fun, slapstick short with a great premise. 

Dance of the Goofys: Scary Children Set to classical music, this one has a bunch of goofys as Fairy’s, who are making the flowers go and the one who sleeps in ends up saving the king from a horrifing looking little brat. He reminds me of Montanna Max a bit.. speaking of which Creer Summer recnetly announced Elmyra won’t be in the reboot. And while this does make me fear actually good characters like Fifi, Montana Max, and more will be cut like the animanics reboot and I do feel for Cree not getting to be involved and hope they find another roll for her as, given her status in the industry she deserves better.. THANK FUCKING GOD. I’ll go into this in another review I have planned for the future but unlike the cuts made to animaniacs this was a REALLY good decision i’m really greatful for. Thank you crew thank you. 

Back on topic, it’s just a fun, really beautifully animated short about the goofies and hteir shenanigans with a really great high concept. 

Maestro Minnie: Brahm’s Lullabye: Simply Irresitable Another simple but clever and lovely to watch one, and one I like quite a bit more. Minnie is conducting some living violins to Brahm’s Lullabye to get a baby Violin to sleep, and we get some really beautiful shots of her as she does so.. only to get comically interuppted by other insteruments turning up the noise. Not much to say on this one as it’s short and simple.. but sometimes short and simple is just what you need and the fun premise nad really beautiful especially for tv animation at the time visuals really sell this one.  ONce again, good stuff. 

Overall: This was a REALLY good note to go out on. While as I said the Clarabelle stuff can eat my entire ass, everything else is really damn good and I highly recommend checking this one out. Next time, in about a month, we’ll be looking at Pete’s spotlight episode for his birfday. While you wait tommorow we have my first look at legend of the three cabs. But for now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. 

[illfoandillfie]

Good Times Are Now

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem Reader

Summery: A picnic in the park, what could go wrong?

Warnings: mention of Rog smoking but thats it I think

Words: 1989

A/N: This is my first attempt at something fluffy so I hope it’s okay. I’m fairly aromantic irl but uhhhhh Roger’s got me dreaming about cute dates ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Title taken from one of Roger’s solo songs cause I’ve been listening to Fun In Space a ridiculous amount this week its so good you need to check it out if you haven’t already)

Taglist: @midniightshow (since you requested the fluff, figured I’d tag you in it)

(this photo may or may not have been on my mind literally the entire time I was writing this oh my god hes so cute what the actual fuck)

You couldn’t believe how slowly the morning was going. It felt like someone had put a spell on the clock to make time creep along at a snail’s pace. Every time you looked up from your work to find that only a minute or two had passed since last time, you groaned inwardly. You knew if you focused on your work the day would go much faster, but you couldn’t help being distracted today. Not only was it Friday, your early day when you got to leave work at one o’clock, but you also had plans to meet up with your boyfriend Roger for a late lunch. He’d got back from tour two days ago and you were both still resenting having to leave each other for more than 5 minutes, especially for something as boring as your job. You’d considered calling in sick this morning and were starting to wish you had. You glanced at the clock again and sighed as you realised just how little time had passed since your last look.

The rest of your day passed as unproductively as the morning had, dragging its heels through a mess of bad coffees and unsympathetic hour hands. But finally, it was time to pack up. You knew that come Monday you would regret not getting much work done but that was a problem for future you. For now, your thoughts remained solidly on Roger and the lunch that was awaiting. You caught the bus to a small park not far from your house where Roger had told you to meet him, your heart beat picking up as you got closer. He was sitting on the rock wall that ran around the perimeter of the park, having a smoke while he waited for you. You watched as he slid off the wall and stubbed out the cigarette under his heel  before coming over to greet you. Just seeing him made you feel a little giddy and, had you been able to pull it off, you would have done a heel-click-jump right there in the middle of the street. Instead you contented yourself with throwing your arms around Roger’s neck, sighing into him as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and your feet leave the floor.

“Hi,” his voice muffled against your shoulder, “missed you,” “Missed you too,” you replied with a small giggle. Neither of you were normally quite this clingy, but the tour had been your first extended time away from each other and it hadn’t been easy on you. This wasn’t his first tour and he’d tried to prepare you for the distance but even with all his warnings about how long he’d be gone for and how he wouldn’t always be able to call, and his reassurances about how he’d be thinking of you, you'd found it hard. Many a night had been spent lying awake in a bed that was too big and too empty. You felt as if you hadn’t slept properly since he left. Roger dropped you lightly to the ground again, his hands slipping from your waist. He turned to pick up something you hadn’t noticed off the wall behind him. “What cha got there, Rog?” “Thought we could have lunch in the park,” he said, indicating what you now realised was a picnic basket, as he slipped his free hand into yours and started walking. Catching sight of the slightly surprised look on your face he continued, “don’t worry, I didn’t try and bake anything myself. It’s all store bought. Not gonna poison you after I just got back.” You couldn’t help laughing as he pulled you further into the park. He clearly knew where he wanted to set up and you were more than happy to let him lead you there, your thoughts a little more focused on the food now that he was within reach again. You passed the playground where harried mothers chatted away, their kids running and yelling, and stepped off the path, winding your way between trees and bushes until, eventually, you made it to a patch of grass under a huge oak tree. It was quieter here, though you could still hear some of the kids’ louder screams. Roger passed the basket to you so he could pull out a blanket and spread it over the ground. You kicked off your shoes, kneeled down and began pulling out the basket’s contents. A few different sandwiches, some biscuits, a bottle of juice with cups from home, and two of your favourite fruit tarts from the bakery you love. Roger sat with his back to the tree. “What d’ya think?” “I think we aren’t going to finish this food on our own,” “Cheeky,” he pulled you down to sit on his lap and tilted your head up so he could lay a soft kiss on your lips. You let the kiss deepen for a moment before pulling away. “As much as I have missed kissing you Rog, I haven’t eaten all day and I’d like to get something before the ants do.” He stuck his tongue out at you. You responded in kind.

The next couple of hours were spent eating and talking. Catching up on everything that happened while you were apart that you hadn’t had a chance to talk about yet. He told you all about the tour, where they’d been and what the crowds were like and all the dumb shit they’d done to keep entertained on the bus. In return you told him all about what your family had been doing, and all the latest gossip from work. Infinitely more boring than his stories, you thought, but he hung on your every word. His hands were never far from you, resting on your knee or tracing patterns over your skin or pulling you in so he could press another kiss to your lips. As the afternoon wore on you found yourself resting your head against Roger’s chest as you both lay on the blanket, looking up at the swaying branches. He had one hand tangled in your hair, the other softly tapping out a beat over your own fingers. You could feel your eyes growing heavy as the months of erratic sleep caught up to you.

The next thing you knew was a cold drop against your forehead. You screwed your eyes shut, trying to work out whether the sensation had been part of your dream. Another drop. Definitely not part of your dream. Your eyes flew open as you sat up and took in your surroundings. The afternoon sun was covered by big black clouds that had rolled in while you napped, and you could no longer hear the kids back at the playground. “Shit,” you pushed yourself to your knees and shook Roger’s shoulder, “Rog, wake up. It’s about to start pissing down, we gotta move.” You were already bustling around picking up the discarded cups and leftover food, throwing it all into the basket as Roger stirred groggily, “wha’s hap’ning?” Before you could answer, the rain began to fall in earnest. “Oh, fuck,” You heard behind you as you picked up your discarded shoes. Roger was on his feet in seconds, hastily folding the blanket and shoving it into the basket. He grabbed your hand and you were both running. You ran as fast as you could over the grass as it got steadily more squishy, the rain picking up with every step. By the time you reached the park entrance you were out of breath and completely soaked through. Roger led you over to the bus stop you’d met him at earlier so you could huddle in what little shelter it provided. You took in his bedraggled appearance – hair sticking to his face and neck, shirt askew and clinging to his chest, a streak of mud across his cheek (though you had no idea how it got there) – and couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up in your chest. “Sorry,” you managed through the laughter, “You just look a little ridiculous.” You reached up to push his wet hair back, but it didn’t help. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” he said with a playful push on your shoulder.

As your giggles subsided you turned to look out at the street; people hurrying from under umbrellas into buildings, a queue of cars cautiously creeping through the downpour and no end to the rain in sight. “Next bus doesn’t come for another half hour,” Roger said, peering over your shoulder to look at the timetable behind you. “Might as well just walk it, we’re already soaked and I bet it’ll stop before we’re home,” Roger didn’t look convinced. “C’mon, it’s only a few blocks,” you took his hand in yours and tried to lead him back out into the deluge, “it’s just a little rain, it’s not going to kill us.” “Says you. You’re already starting to shiver.” “Even more reason to get moving then.” This time you succeeded in pulling him out of the small shelter. You twirled yourself under his arm, relishing the way he smiled at your antics, before draping his arm around your shoulders. You were thankful for what little warmth you could share through your soaked clothing as you walked along, pressed into Roger’s side, the chill of the rain beginning to hit you.

By the time you’d reached home your teeth were chattering and you were longing to change into your warmest pjs. “What was it you said about the rain stopping before we got home?” Roger said over his shoulder as he fumbled with the keys in the door. “A-at leas-s-s-t it was f-a-a-ster than th-th-e bus-s,” “Christ Y/N. Gotta get you warmed up,” he opened the door and you both tumbled inside. Roger started pulling off his sodden shoes as you headed straight for the bathroom. You turned the shower on and let it heat up as you began removing your wet clothes. You adjusted the taps so they were as hot as you could handle without sustaining burns and stood there, letting the water run over you, gradually warming you back up. Once you’d regained feeling in your toes you stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in the fluffiest towel you could find and headed to your bedroom. You dug through your draws till you found the comfiest flannel pyjama pants you owned and your favourite sweater you’d stolen from Roger. It was old and stained and too big for you, but that hadn’t stopped you wearing it nearly every day Roger was away. It was by far the cosiest thing you owned. As you were pulling the sweater over your head you felt Roger’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling your back against him. He’d changed into his own dry clothes but his fingers still felt chilly against your skin. “All warmed up now?” he mumbled into your neck. “Mmhmm. You?” “Could be warmer.” He didn’t give you any time to react before he turned you round and lifted you over his shoulder. You squealed and thrashed your arms, sleeves that went past your hands waving around, as he carried you through the house to the lounge room, both of you laughing.

The rain was still coming down outside, you could hear it beating against the windows, but there was a fire burning in the fireplace and a nest of blankets and pillows on the couch. Roger lifted you back over his shoulder, lowering you to the ground before making himself comfortable on the couch. His back leaned up against the armrest and his legs stretched out over the length of the couch, giving you no choice but to curl up on his lap. Once you were in position, he threw some of the blankets over the both of you. His arms wrapped around you, inviting you to snuggle into him, and he sighed contentedly against the top of your head. “Much better.”

[tessatechaitea]

Team Titans #21

Team Titans is an anagram for a tit stamen.

In this modern era, anything you say online can eventually come back to haunt you. But back before the Internet existed (or was mostly just drunk assholes and minors in AOL chat rooms), the main thing that could come back to haunt a person was writing into a comic book and asking for a pin-up issue. Sure, I had young person crushes on a few comic book characters. But I never wrote to Mike W. Barr and asked him to write a story where Halo spends most of the issue in her underwear. No, I wrote that letter to Jim Aparo. "Come on, Jim! Just have her coming out of the shower in some scene! I can't prove this yet because it's 1984 but it'll probably become common practice to draw characters in towels getting out of showers when artists like David Finch and Tony S. Daniel become popular! And their renditions of adult women will look even younger than your rendition of Halo!" I find the amount of "Ooh la la"s and "Ha cha cha cha"s I've had to read in the letters pages of The New Titans since they published a swimsuit shot of the women of the Titans incomprehensible. And I'd find it incomprehensible even if that amount were just one. Which it was not. I wouldn't be too flabbergasted if I didn't think mostly grown ass men wrote to comic books. I know kids did too! Take Roy Thomas as an example. But no way are young people the majority of letter writers. Speaking of comic books, I just read Terry Moore's "Five Years" and it pissed me off. Mostly because eight out of the twenty pages were blank. After the first blank page, I thought, "That was a weird choice." But it kind of fit because it was squarely at the point in the narrative where the phi bomb goes off in Katchoo's dream. But then a few pages later, it was a double spread of blank pages. Being a Master Comic Book Reader, I thought, "This can't be right." And it wasn't right! Not at all! Now I have to purchase a new copy so I can see what I missed. And, no, I won't be taking this copy back to the comic book store. It has my greasy fingerprints all over that stupid glossy black cover that Terry Moore insists on doing! Not that I think the store would resell it. But I do know they'd have a great set of my fingerprints to use for nefarious purposes. Or possibly legal purposes that would just get me in trouble. At least "Five Years #1" had blank pages so I knew something was missing. It took me 20 years to finish reading Neil Gaiman's Sandman because I didn't realize there were something like eighteen pages missing from The Kindly Ones trade paperback I own. This issue begins with the U.S. military surveying the damage from the Team Titans battle with Lazarium.

Being that Lazarium was only killing Titans, this means the Team Titans have killed 36 more civilians than Lazarium. Way to go, heroes!

Writer Jeff Jensen didn't have the balls to kill all of the extra Titans in the black hole so he decides to have most of the survivors attack Battalion and the other Titans. Enough comic book readers accept the premise that at least half of the battles in comic books have to be good guy against good guy, no matter how stupid the reason. And the reason doesn't get any stupider than having a bunch of Titans that were just battling alongside Battlion to suddenly decide the only sane reaction to Battalion suggesting they clean up the mess is to shoot Donna Troy in the face. At the very least, it gives Mirage a chance to mention that 500 Titans just died. After coming up with Wonder Boy and Two Gallon Hat and Liquid Joe, Jensen realized he was out of ideas so he just killed most of the others. And yet he seemed so excited to build a new Titans universe with hundreds of new characters! I wonder if he did come up with five hundred characters whose names were even worse than Liquid Joe and Two Gallon Hat, so the editors told him he was fucking crazy if he thought DC was going to use any of them. The Titans seek refuges at the Justice League Embassy in New York. I forgot there was a time when the Justice League forwent their headquarters to run embassies all over the world. Giffen and DeMatteis must have thought there'd be big bureaucratic Marx Brothers type laughs in trying to run an embassy. And I suppose there could have been! Did they ever do a story with some Assange-like villain like Calendar Man or The Riddler seeking asylum from Batman's fists? At the embassy, Donna Troy works out a sweet deal with the government to allow the Titans a life free from being blamed for every little problem that crops up in New York.

Great negotiating, Donna! "Do whatever the government wants or be hunted like vermin!" She's the fucking Trump of the Titans.

The government's deal amounts to the same deal the Team Titans had already accepted in their future life. The government will provide them with basic necessities and education in exchange for working in small military groups united under some mysterious leader. They all jump at the chance to not do anything different with their lives, especially considering that the other option was to be shot on sight whenever they mentioned their stupid names. The government, with the help of gossip reporter Cokie Roberts, concoct a story to cover up the Titans murder of two hundred people. I know it was reported earlier by me that they only killed three dozen non-Titans. But it turns out, according to Cokie and the government, two hundred non-Titans were killed by the black hole. I suppose they're including all of Lazarium's henchmen and also all the people the government killed when they realized they had the perfect excuse to disappear them with the Titans' black hole. It's interesting that nobody worries about all the people killed in the black hole because that was an "accident" and yet everybody loses their minds when they think about Nightrider killing the guy ultimately responsible for it all. Maybe they're all just grossed out that he drank blood.

I'm just going to assume the Wonder Woman look-a-like's name is Frottage Girl.

Mirage feels badly about deceiving the public since she pretended to be Lazarium so that the world wouldn't know the Team Titans killed him. But Cokie Walters is all, "Don't fucking worry about it, slut! The news lies all the time!" I guess when you're a celebrity gossip reporter, you don't really worry too much about journalistic ethics. A proper reporter wouldn't have lied about this story. They would have just interviewed some government agent who would lie about the story and then they'd shrug their shoulders and go, "Well, I guess that's one side of the issue! If only there were somebody who could investigate the story to find out how true it is. I don't know who that would be though. A doctor? Or an astronaut? It's a mystery!" While the Team Titans film another puff piece with Cokie Walters, Donna Troy approaches Wonder Woman with a problem: she wants her powers back.

If the graph of an argument doesn't look like an ouroboros, Donna Troy wants no part of that argument.

Donna wants to petition the Greek Gods to get her powers back and she needs Diana to be her arbiter. Diana says, "You have my support in everything you do," and now I don't know why I'm so aroused.

Maybe it's due to panels like these that I can't help reading out of context.

Donna confronts the Titans, pleading with them to return her powers. But the Gods have a law: "No take backs. Too bad, so sad." So they send her back to Earth where she lands in the yard of Terry Long's ex-wife. She looks in the window and sees a happy family scene starring Terry and his ex-wife and Terry's daughter and their son. She lets her low self-esteem get the better of her and runs away thinking her marriage is probably over before she can hear Terry yell at his ex-wife for being a snarky jerk. So a happy ending for once! Team Titans #21 Rating:: C-. My main question for Marv Wolfman and Jeff Jensen is this: how the fuck did you manage to make a comic book with this much potential so fucking tedious?! Maybe you need to have a teenager's sense of drama to find any enjoyment out of this comic book at all. Killowat loves Mirage but he's a racist and she's all, "No way! Probably! We'll talk!" And Nightrider needs to eat people but he won't so he almost dies but then he eats a person! Donna Troy was happily married until she saw Terry and his ex-wife getting along for five seconds and now their marriage might be over! Battalion constantly calls people cheeseheads and their heads aren't even really made out of cheese! Terra loves Gar but Gar is all, "The boner you give me makes me feel guilty! Go away!" Redwing is all, "Prester Jon, my brother! We can finally hug!" But Prester Jon is all, "Ew! You're gross with the pointy ears and talons and veiny wings! Get away!" Also, what happened to Deathwing? I really hope Mirage dismembered him. Hopefully Jensen will devote a full issue for a flashback of that scene.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Forty-Two: That’s the Plan ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura ] [ SasuHina, NaruSaku ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

“So, think you can pull this off for me?”

A hand rubs over a chin with a thoughtful hum. “Okay, so...uh…” Pause. “...go over it one more time for me?”

Deadpanning, Sasuke heaves a small sigh. “...I managed to get Hinata and I some vacation time from the force, and -”

“What do you mean managed...you run the thing! Can’t you just...get up and leave whenever you want?”

“Naruto...given that you’re next in line to be Hokage, the notion you believe that sort of thing possible is worrying. No, I can’t just get up and leave. I had to make arrangements. Plan ahead. So nothing would be left uncovered, and the rest of the force could prepare. Got it?”

“...yeah, got it.”

A pause as he waits for another interruption. When one is not forthcoming, Sasuke goes on. “...so, since we have some time - a week - I want to take her up north to Cha no Kuni.”

“Ooh, good choice!”

“...but I want to have everything all packed up the day before, so I can surprise her. I need you and Sakura to just...get Hinata out of the house for a while. Think you can handle that?”

“Oh sure, sure! That’ll be a piece of cake! How long ya need?”

“Probably a few hours, just to be safe. She already knows we have this Saturday off. That’s the day we’ll start getting ready, and you guys will keep her busy. Then we’ll leave Sunday morning. Or, that’s the plan, anyway.”

“All right, I gotcha! We can do that no problem! One distracted Hinata, coming right up!”

“And it should go without saying -” (but this is Naruto they’re talking about) “- but don’t mention anything about this to her. Nothing about the vacation, or where we’re going, or the time off. All she needs to know is that you guys want to see her for a while, and I’ve got to stay home to...work on a report.” He doesn’t actually have an alibi yet, but...he’ll come up with something.

“Sure thing! I’ll talk to Sakura about it tonight, and we’ll plan something out in advance. And if things go a little wonky, we’ll make it up as we go! I’m great at that!”

Oh, sure you are… “All right then. If not sooner, I’ll see you Saturday.”

The blond gives a mock salute. “Aye aye!”

Unfortunately, the few days pass in a sluggish drone. While it’s more than easy for Sasuke to keep up routine and let nothing slip, his eagerness borders on annoying. They haven’t really had a proper vacation since they started working in the revitalized police force, let alone since they become a couple. As far as he’s concerned, this entire getaway is long overdue. And waiting is practically torture.

Come Friday, he makes his first move, hinting at the large report he has to work on. “I’ll probably need to come in and do a little overtime.”

Putting on her coat at the door, Hinata pauses. “...really? I was hoping we could do something this weekend, since we actually have it off for once…”

Facade perfect, Sasuke gives a small shrug. “Well, we’ll see how Sunday goes. But tomorrow, at least, I better come in for a few hours. Maybe we can get dinner after. How’s that sound?”

“...that would be nice.”

Shuffling things around, he then pauses. “...it’s been a while since you’ve been out yourself, you know. Maybe you should pop in on Sakura tomorrow while I chip at this.”

“I don’t want to be out having fun while you’re stuck working!”

“Hinata, I don’t mind. It’s your weekend, too. I want you to enjoy it.”

Lips purse in a pout, and Sasuke can’t help but flicker eyes to them for a moment wantingly. “...it doesn’t seem fair…”

“A lot of things in life aren’t fair. But this is hardly one I’m going to cry over, Hinata. Call her tonight and see if she’s free. Then we’ll get something to eat once I’m done, okay?”

“Oh...okay.”

The walk home is uneventful, and Sasuke busies himself while Hinata dials her friend’s number, already knowing what will be said. He listens in nonetheless, appearing focused on dinner and smirking a bit to himself as he hears plans being made. Phase one, complete.

The pair wake a bit late the next morning, nevertheless sleeping in a bit on a day off. Hinata rises first to make breakfast, and Sasuke gathers up his fake report. “What’s all that for, anyway?” she asks.

“Oh, apparently someone from out of town was involved in a scuffle the other day. The paperwork is a bit more a headache because they’re not local, but it shouldn’t take much to finish up. A few hours, maybe.”

“Hm...I must have missed that one.”

“It wasn’t anything notable besides it being someone from another village.”

Just as he starts doing up dishes, Hinata changing into informal clothes, a knock sounds at the door. Sasuke opens it, spying Sakura just outside. She beams, affording a momentary wink. “Hey Sasuke-kun! Hinata-chan ready yet?”

“I think she’s just finishing up. Thanks for giving her something to do while I wrap up that assignment.”

“Of course! It’s not like I’m ever opposed to seeing her, right?” Once the Hyūga emerges, Sakura begins gushing about some sale going on in the heart of the village. “And Naruto should have a little time off early this afternoon, so we can all have lunch!”

Hinata wilts a bit. “Oh...but, without Sasuke…?”

“Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t mind!”

“Not in the least,” Sasuke agrees from the kitchen sink.

That earns a soft huff of laughter. “Oh...all right.”

“I’ll send a hawk once I’m done, and you can meet me somewhere, Hinata.”

“Okay...try not to die of boredom?”

“I’ll give it my best effort.”

Only once they’ve been gone long enough does he peek out the window, senses stretching and finding the compound empty of signatures save for that of his niece, nephew, and brother’s wife in the house next door. Nodding curtly to himself, Sasuke gets to work packing.

A few blocks away by that point, Hinata watches her surroundings idly as Sakura rambles about some recent shinobi gossip. She’ll admit, she’s a bit out of the loop now that most of her time is spent either on duty with the police, or with the new branch of her family.

“And I don’t know why Shikamaru tries to hide it, it’s plain as day! Temari’s running out of excuses about why she’s showing up in Konoha so often.”

“Mm.”

The rosette glances over curiously. “Hey...you listening?”

“Oh, yes! Sorry - I’m just a little tired. Work is busy.”

“So I’ve heard! Y’know, I’m so glad you and Sasuke-kun get to work together like that. And you both seem really happy in your jobs!”

“We are! It’s not as...glamorous or exciting as shinobi work, but it’s important, you know? N-not that shinobi work isn’t! But it just feels a bit more...connected to the people of the village. We work with them, rather than...for them.”

“Ahh, I gotcha! I think that suits you really well, Hinata-chan - you’re so personable!”

“I...I am?”

“Of course you are! I mean, look at you: you tamed the most anti-social, temperamental man in the village,” Sakura teases, smirking slyly. “If that doesn’t mean you’ve got the patience and virtues of a goddess, I dunno what does.”

“S-Sakura-chan!”

They skim the many shops collaborating mark downs of their goods, talking all the while and continuing to catch up. By early afternoon, they each have a few bags (much to Hinata’s guilt - she tries to be frugal…), and meet up with Naruto at Ichiraku.

Sakura gives her fiance a smile that clearly says, “Mess this up, and you’re sleeping on the couch for a week!”

“How ya been, Hinata-chan?!”

“I’m g-good, Naruto-kun! How goes your training with Kakashi-sensei?”

“Ugh, it’s such a drag - he hounds me like one of his ninken!”

“You’re starting to sound like Shikamaru-kun!”

They all take seats in the ramen bar, food steaming in the chilly air. “Man, I can’t wait for Spring to get here...I want there to be grass and blue skies again!”

“I think we’re all feeling that way,” Sakura sighs in agreement with the blond. “What I’d give to see a flower blooming, or a bee buzzing! I try to go to the onsen to feel a little heat, but...you always have to get back out again.”

“I haven’t been to one in far too long…” Hinata admits sheepishly.

“Well, you’ll have to do that next week!”

Sakura jolts at Naruto’s words, Hinata glancing curiously. “Next week…?”

Realizing his mistake, he goes stock still, blinking. “Uh...y-y’know...it’s supposed to be extra cold! So...it’d be a good time for it, huh?”

“Funny, I hadn’t heard that…”

Behind Hinata and out of sight, Sakura death glares.

“But uh...guess you’re pretty busy with work, huh?”

“Yeah. Poor Sasuke still has something to do today, I feel so bad…”

“Nah, the teme’s used to it. But maybe one of these days he’ll learn how to take a break, huh?”

“I hope so.”

They stand around and chat once the meal is over, and Hinata jumps a bit as a hawk lands on a nearby awning with a screech.

“Looks like someone’s done a little early!” Sakura chirps with a smile.

Letting the avian land upon her arm, Hinata retrieves a message that confirms as much. “I hate to just eat and run…”

“Nah, don’t sweat it!” Naruto wiggles his eyebrows. “We don’t wanna keep you two apart, huh?”

Sakura sighs and gives his shoulder a shove. “Oh, leave her alone. But he’s right, Hinata-chan. You head home and spend the rest of your day with him! We’ll see you around, ne?”

“Thank you both for a l-lovely afternoon!”

“Same to you!”

The pair wave her off as she jogs back down the road, before Sakura braces a hand on her hip, cocking a leg and giving Naruto a look. “Do you know how close you were to blowing it?”

“I’m sorry! It just...slipped my mind for a sec!”

“Well, at least you covered it up...I don’t think she really noticed. You’re just such a knucklehead! C’mon, let’s go home - to make up for it, you can carry my bags.”

“All right, all right…”

Making her way back through the compound gate, Hinata waves to their neighbors before hopping up the steps to the front door. “Tadaima!”

“Okaeri - in the kitchen.”

Making her way into the house, Hinata slows a bit at...suitcases by the door? There’s a blink, brow furrowing. “...um...Sasuke…?”

Emerging, said Uchiha dries his hands on a towel. “I think I got everything.”

“...everything? Everything for...for what?”

He nods to the bags. “Our vacation.”

Large eyes blink once. Twice. And then go round as her jaw drops. “Y-you mean, we’re -?”

“I hope the dobe didn’t spoil it...gods know why I trusted him to help keep you busy. But surely Sakura kept things under control.”

“I...b-but...where are we going?”

“Cha no Kuni. For a week. Just you, and me. I figured it’s about time we take a break and get away from things for a while.” A smirk curls his lips.

“So...that report, and Sakura-chan...that was all…?”

“A brilliant plan by yours truly to make this all a surprise.”

Finally, it seems to sink in. Squealing, Hinata closes the distance, jumping up to wrap arms around his neck with a laugh. “You really h-had me going, there! I thought you were serious!”

“An Uchiha must be able to lie about anything. Even the mundane.”

Giving him a look, Hinata presses a kiss to his lips. “Well...I don’t like you lying to me. But for this, I’ll make an exception.”

“Fair enough. So...still want that dinner date? Or should we call it a night early tonight, so we can get going in the morning?”

“You know I won’t be able to sleep! I’m too excited!”

“Well...we could pull an all nighter…”

Between Sasuke’s hinting tone and smoldering look, Hinata goes beet red. “...w...we could do that…”

“Well then...we’ll order some take out, and make it a night in…”

     What's this? A post before midnight? What black magic is this?!      All kidding aside, I'm gonna TRY to be better about posting earlier! I wanted to have this done even earlier today, but...baby steps, lol      This prompt took a little thinking to come up with a plan (heh), but in the end I really liked this one! It also turned out a good share longer than normal, so...woo! While I DO like to portray Sasuke's relationship with his teammates a bit more tensely post-war (aka a bit more realistic imo, given all they did to each other), sometimes it's nice to have them get along for a change. At the very least, Naruto and Sakura make good distractions! And Hinata was totally clueless - she better enjoy all of Sasuke's hard work!      And maybe even a bit before they leave, huehue ;3      Anywho, that's a wrap for tonight! Thanks so much for reading!