#i just tripped and stumbled onto some feelings it'll be fine

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Cynthia & Lydia (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)

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It'll be "awesome", the Human said

(Continuation/conclusion to this)

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After the Coalition delegates had been mindblown enough, it was time for them to finally leave and have a nap. But Captain Knoslark had one more thing he desperately wanted to show them.

"So, like, we're a science vessel and we have three of the biggest reactors, right? Right. So, I wanna show you what we recently figured out we can do. C'mon, it'll be awesome."

Awesome - a word the rest of the Galaxy will soon learn to both admire and run for cover whenever a Human uses it.

With trepidation in their steps, and worry in their breaths, they followed the all too eager Captain, who was almost skipping and humming down the halls, dramatically pointing the way. His crew continued to not give him the satisfaction of ever acknowledging his theatrics.

"Once the reactors are in good enough sync, we'll reconfigure the Radiant Dusk to a circular shape and begin!"

Oh. Yeah. Of course their ships can also transform. Why not. The delegates have given up thinking there are things Human engineering can't accomplish. Also, good enough?

"Eh, don't worry about it, we overbuild everything, so a 1 or 2 percent margin of error is fine, most of the time."

They could not imagine themselves to be more worried. At least not until a few minutes from now.

"Captain, she's ready," Chief Engineer Tameki's tone changed to a total blank deadpan for the next words, "to transform. and. roll. out."

With childlike glee, Captain Knoslark tapped the big red button, specifically designed for his pad only, to begin the sequence.

Distant creaking of metal, anguish at the prospect of bending in ways nature never intended, and the unmistakable jolt of mechanical movement, despite the artificial gravity maintaining the same down throughout, once more instilled primal anxiety for the delegates.

The reactors wound up, turning the almost-buzz like feeling beneath their feet to a true all encompassing sense of absolute power. Three small stars at equidistant points along the now 4km in diameter vessel created a singular feeling of something imminent that should never have been possible. The Universe itself wanted to reject this possibility.

"We tried copying your mass field generators from way back when you did the barrier thing. Wanted to see if we could get close to Black Hole levels, there were some theories that time travels was possible with that kinda pull."

I don't think anyone would be surprised if they had succeeded, but, for once during their entire visit, the Humans said they couldn't get time travel to work. Celebration! Then the Captain kept talking.

"So what happened instead is we accidentally tore a hole in time-space, creating a sort of warp gate." He said with both joy and disappointment.

Then the Universe shrieked. A massive distortion in reality now struggled and failed to restore normality between the ring-shaped ship. Swirling coils of matter flickered in and out, ghostly visages of detonations on a solar scale. A sight never intended to be witnessed.

"Still gotta figure out how to set a destination to anywhere. Right now the only stable connection we can get is with massive gravity wells, so any celestial body with enough mass, smallest one is a red dwarf. Problem is the connection steers towards the center, so not really practical right now."

"If we try to point at empty space the gate just kinda wiggles and you end up getting spaghetti-fied on the other end. Still, once we get enough ships like this one around the galaxy, we'll solve that whole trips taking more than a few hours thing we got with the hyper drives."

At this point the delegates decided to be escorted away, as most had became a crying mess. One stumbled onto a automated cleaning unit and at this the Captain, whose mood had soured a bit now that his time as tour guide was over, rose back to heights unseen before. With his most official sounding, yet at the same time most joy filled tone ever, he declared:

"Sergeant Ying Zhao, issue an official notice. Today at 20:30 ship time there will be a grand ceremony for the promotion of Captain Stabicus to Special Envoy of the Galactic Coalition. Ready all relevant paperwork, and his new badge, and inform the chef to prepare a feast. We have done much today for the sake of Human-Coalition relationships, and so much more for the Radiant Dusk at Everest and her crew and staff. Tonight, we celebrate!"

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Artificial Condition, Chapter 9

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one!)

In which another episode concludes.(1)

Art takes care of all the bureaucracy, forging its captain's feed signature and paying fines for the unusual events that follow. It brings the shuttle into a large hangar module, meant to be lab space, and as soon as it fills with atmosphere MB carries Tapan out to Medsystem, the ComfortUnit(2) close behind. As MB removes Tapan's clothes for treatment, some MedSystem drones start poking at its injuries, but it ignores them.

Art informs MB that four humans in the shuttle are still alive, but unconscious. Art has drones sterilize MB's and Tapan's presences and fluids from the interior, then sends it on a flight back to RaviHyral. No one will know they didn't do it to each other until they wake up and tell their stories, and maybe some wouldn't want to tell what they did at all. It'll give the bots time to get out, at least. MB asks how Art knew to do it, but Art confirms its suspicions by giving an episode number of Sanctuary Moon, where presumably something similar happened.

MB asks the ComfortUnit how it knew MB was a Ganaka Pit unit. CU says it saw MB go to the pit, and if it wasn't under orders, it calculated an 86% chance it was one of those units going back for some reason.

MB tells the CU to drop its walls. It does so, still following Tlacey's order to obey MB, and MB disables its governor module. Then, as CU stares at MB, MB tells it to go away and never let MB see it again, or hurt anyone. The CU stumbles upright, and Art uses drones to guide it out to the transit ring without a word.

Art wondered if MB would destroy CU, but MB knows CU didn't have a choice, and it chose to disable CU's governor module for the sake of the CUs in Ganaka Pit who had faced "the meat grinder" to save every human and bot left in the installation.(3)

Art tells MB to get on the other MedSystem platform, as they have a lot of evidence to destroy.

MB is holding Tapan's hand when she wakes, having been healed and cleaned up. Tapan asks what happened, and MB says they tried to kill them again, and they made it out and onto its friend's ship. It shows Tapan the data chip from the Tlacey contact, which it already checked for malware and trackers, and asks her to call Rami and Maro to meet them at the embarkation zone. Tapan and MB exchange "it's my fault"s before she does.

MB surveys everywhere it's been on Art, to be sure there's no evidence left to be found, even if they planned to stay long enough to be stopped and investigated. MB suggests Art take back its comm interface, but Art says to keep it, in case they're in range again someday.

MB and Tapan go out to see the others. Art seals up behind them, erasing records of their having been aboard. They meet Rami, Maro, and the rest of their group at a food stand. They have passage to leave again within the hour.

Rami gives MB a hard currency card, and says its friend said this was the best way to pay it. It tucks it awkwardly into one of the pockets on its Art-provided clothes, as the humans all watch. Rami asks if MB is going now, and it confirms.

Maro asks if she can give MB a hug, but its expression says more than words ever could. So, she squeezes her arms around herself and says it's for MB.(4) MB awkwardly excuses itself for its transport. As it walks away, Art tells it to be careful, and find its crew. MB just pings an acknowledgement, lest it sound "stupid and emotional."

I didn’t know what I was going to do now, if I was going to go ahead with my plan or not. I had hoped finding out what had happened at Ganaka Pit would clear everything up, but maybe revelations like that only happened in the media. Speaking of which, I needed to grab some more downloads before my next transport left. It was going to be a long trip.

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(1) If you get the feeling that these novellas sort of fit themselves into episodic parts of a whole, you'd be more or less correct. One of my most keen observations (that is sarcasm) is that the first four novellas are, in a way, four acts of a single novel's story. (2) MB's respect for it went up, and it stopped calling it sexbot in its narration. I have some complicated feelings about this, as someone who is very explicitly for legal safe sex work and against anti-sex-worker stigma, but that rant really might get too long and off-topic for this blog if I got started. (3) See, in contrast to last chapter, this scene seems to imply it was an unrelated CU. It makes no mention that it was there to recognize any signature or anything, and MB dismisses the possibility outright. I really appreciate those sorts of unanswered questions. Like, sometimes it's good to have a firm, lore-based answer, but sometimes? Sometimes those loose ends give you room to think for yourself about a story's possibilities, and make things much more interesting than the author ever could have. (4) Honestly this is the cutest thing in this whole book, to me.

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Avonlea's prodigy || Anne with an E

Rest of my work.

Warnings: none.

Annabelle Carlisle returns to Avonlea from her stay in London to be greeted with her red-headed replacement. No one is pleased with the outcome.

"Three months. Three months, Diana. And you become best friends with some Orphan brat like I don't exist." Two young girls stood in a room arguing. The girl's head was blessed with Coppery Red hair stood by the window yelling at her Raven haired friend who sat on the bed. Annabelle, the red-headed freak, hours ago returned from a three-month trip to England to visit her dying grandmother. She only returned to find out that fellow farmers, The Cuthbert's had taken on a girl. A girl from an Orphan Asylum.

"No one said anything about replacing anyone, Annie." Diana snaps, yanking her arm out of Annie's grip. "And Anne is an extraordinary girl who was lucky enough to get adopted. She needs friends."

"It's Annabelle." Annabelle states blankly to Diana, her eyes locked onto the ground. "I can't associate with someone who can be friends with such a thing." She spits, ending style two's friendship. "Good day, Miss Barry." Annabelle bids the girl a brief goodbye as she walks to the front door, grabbing her hat and coat on the way.

"leaving so soon?" Mrs Barry asks as soon as Annie's hand touches the front door "Everything okay, belle?" She asks again after getting no response.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just remembered that my mother needs help with - the umm." She stumbled over my words, in order to make up a lie. "I'm just- yeah..." She mumbled while pointing to the door. Finally giving up, Belle just walks through the door. As soon as the door closes, she slides onto the floor, her knees pulled up to her face as she cries.

Little did Belle know that Mrs Barry watched her from the window not far from her. "Diana, dear come here." She calls as she watches Belle quickly gather herself and run away before anyone could see the mess she was in, no lady should be seen crying. But Annabelle wasn't classed as a lady in Avonlea, but that's what happens when you grow up on a farm with a family full of males. Her father, uncle and her two brothers.

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The next day Belle trudged the cold forest alone as she walked to school. It'll be her first day back in a while and she was excited to see her friends, well not Diana. But I guess you can't count us as friends anymore. Noticing the jars of milk as she nears closer to the school alerts her that mostly everyone was there already, causing her to quickly pick up her pace. As she entered the wooden building, a familiar face within a group of boys caught her eye. "Gil." She smiles as she runs up to the standing boy, wrapping her arms around him. Within the three months apart, there was no one she missed more than Gilbert Blythe. The two grew up together and were rarely separated, they were best friends despite how the adults around Avonlea felt about it.

"Belle." He greats back as he wraps his arms around the girl in return.

"How's your dad?" Belle smiles softly as the two part before Gilbert could respond, a voice interrupted.

"Queen Victoria is back." A voice laughs from behind Gilbert. "Now the two love birds are back together." Belle and Gilbert shared an annoyed look as Gilbert moved to the side, allowing Belle to get a look at the mysterious voice.

Belle and Gilbert were always assumed to be courting because of their closeness but that was never the case, Belle and Gilbert were strictly best friends and will always be. They promised each other. Well they were seven, But they still promised.

"That's something I didn't miss." The girl groaned as she saw Billy Andrews sat on top of a desk, watching her.

"Feel the love there, Annabelle, I really do." He joked, knowing it got on the girl's nerves. "Your presence wasn't missed one bit." Billy says as he points over to the group of girls at the desk.

The exact group of girls were the very ones that Belle grew up with, Josie, Tilly, Ruby, Jane and Diana. But there was one addition, A red head. Her complexion wasn't too far off Belle's own one. The girl wore her Carrot coloured hair in two braids and freckles outlined her face. Compared to Belle's standards of herself, This girl was far more beautiful.

"Knock it off." Gilbert tells Billy as he notices his best friend's face drop as she watches the group laugh at something The new girl said. "Belle?" He asked, standing in front of Belle's view of the group.

"Three months." Belle muttered to herself. "I have been gone for three months." She says louder. "Diana told me they didn't replace me and it clearly looks like they did. Found a better red headed freak that fitted the slot more perfectly than I ever did." She complained with a small cry but Gilbert could reassure the girl, Mr Phillips came into the room.

Everyone quickly got to their seats except Belle. She watched as the orphan freak sat down in her normal seat, next to Diana. "Miss Carlise." Mr Phillips says, attempting to pull the girl out of her trance. Gilbert's hand wraps around her's, squeezing it slightly, making the girl become aware of what's happening.

Belle's eyes darted down to the two's hands, instantly making the girl calmer. It was a thing Gilbert picked up over the years. Ever since Belle's mother died she became more paranoid and the only way Gilbert managed to get the girl to calm down was by squeezing her hand.

"Today, Miss Carlise." Mr Phillips says, more annoyed. "Unless you want to spend the day as a male, you're already dressed for the part." He jokes, making half the class laugh. He was right, Belle was dressed in trousers and a simple blouse, something no woman should wear. Especially in public. Belle couldn't afford anything else, she had to stick with the hand-me-downs from her older brothers.

Not caring, Belle picks up her Books off Gilbert's desk and slides them to the other side of the boy before sitting next to him. This only made the class laugh more and Mr Phillips more annoyed. During this Gilbert tried his best to hide his laughter but clearly failed as Belle noticed and elbowed him in the side.

"Do you think they're dating?" Ruby whispers to Josie next to her. "They're awfully close, and Annie has never done that before." She tells the girl in a worried tone, gesturing to the stunt Belle just pulled.

"They're just friends." Josie reassures. "After all you have dibs. She's just upset."

"About what?" Ruby asks. Josie goes to respond but gets cut off by Diana answering for her.

"Anne replacing her." The girl states as she leans back, her eyes watching Belle from across the room.

"But she's not." Ruby says, looking shocked.

"England does some weird things to a young lady." Josie tells the two before listening back to the class.

"Open your readers to page 32. We will read Barry Cornwall's poem The Fisherman." Mr Phillips says, making the class pull out their books. "Diana Barry. Stand and begin." He orders.

"You never got to answer." Belle whispers to Gilbert as Diana struggles to read. "How is your dad? Is it any worse?" She asks, watching Gilbert's movement for anything unusual.

Mr Blythe was like a second dad to Belle, she cared for him like family. Belle was there to help

"He's getting there." He tells her, with a small smile. The two both know that eventually Mr Blythe will have to depart, leaving Gilbert alone. But when he does Gilbert will have Belle by his side, whether he likes it or not.

"Can I come round soon? Just to see how he's doing?" She asks calmly, hoping not to puncture anything that'll make Gilbert uncomfortable.

"He'll like that." He smiles as the two return to the lesson.

"New girl. Up. Continue." Mr Phillips orders, making Anne stand up proudly with a smile on her face.

"O'er the wild waters laboring far from home for some bleak pittance e'er compelled to roam." She dramatically read. "Few hearts to cheer him through his dangerous life." As Anne read, all the class, par two, were laughing. Gilbert was watching the girl with a small smile as Belle was staring at her book in slight anger. "And none to aid him in the stormy strife. Companion of the sea and silent air the lonely fisher this must ever fare." As Belle glances over at Anne she makes brief eye contact with Josie who wears a disgusted look, similar to Belle's very own.

"She's good. Invested." Gilbert tells Belle as he quickly glances back down to his book then back up to Anne. This only makes Belle silently scoff.

"Without the comfort, hope, with a scarce friend. He looks through life and only sees its end." Anne dramatically finishes, folding her spare hand over her chest and holds her head down, only making the class laugh more.

"Sit down!" Mr Phillips orders. "Sweet merciful lord." He begs under his breath.

The entire class bursts out into laughter except Belle. She just sat with her head resting on her hand, reading the book. "Annabelle Carlisle." Mr Phillips says, quieting down the class. "Read Campbell's pleasures of hope, The downfall of Poland."

Belle instantly stands up and starts reading in a tone completely the opposite of Anne's. "Oh! Sacred Truth! Thy triumph ceased a while..."

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Belle sat alone by a nearby tree at lunch. She never did this but things changed. She didn't want to be near that new Orphan freak at all. This is the new Annabelle Carlisle.

"Hey." I voice greets as they sit down next to the girl.

"Prissy." Belle greets back as she bites into an apple. Her eyes watching the boys play in front of her. "I thought I was too disgrace for you to even be near me."

"Well you seemed pretty lonely and I'm guessing my sister and her friends replaced you with the orphan." Prissy says as she straightens out her dress while sitting down. Belle picks up a notebook, opening it a recently written in page. "It's not the same without them. Is it?" She asks, focussing her attention onto me.

"I'm fine on my own, Priscilla." Belle tells Prissy. "Have been, will be." She says while rereading what's already been read in the book.

"You haven't tho." She says. "You had Gilbert, Diana, Ruby, Josie, Jane. Now you don't." Prissy places it on top of Belle's hand, causing Belle to sharply pull hers away.

"I said i'll be fine." The girl snaps. "What do you want, prissy? Honestly, You never talk to me, even when I was talking to Jane," She begins to pack up her lunch and book, hoping not to have to talk to Prissy anymore. Prissy always brings gossip. "Good day, Prissy." Belle bids as she begins walking to the schoolhouse door. Her hand hovers over the doorknob as she looks over to see Anne rushing away from a very confused Gilbert. Quickly, she moves out of the way from Anne but manages to walk into Billy.

"Watch it. Someone actually might think you like me or something from how much you can't stay away." Billy laughs as the two meet face to face. "Wanna play, Carlisle?" He jokes, throwing the small ball into Belle's chest, dropping to the floor as It bounces off her books.

Knowing where this was going, Belle bends down and replaces the books in her hand for the ball. "I have a better aim than you think, Andrews." She says as she throws it into the space between the two before Billy catches it.

"I'm happy to test that theory out." He smirks as he begins to toss the ball into the air, catching it a few times. "A game." He suggests

Belle's eyes shift to the boys behind Billy, they were all quietly laughing to themselves as they watched the two talk. "Set something up and maybe we will eventually." She smiles before walking into the school house, glancing back at Billy once more before going in.

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The tapping of chalk against the student's boards echoed the classroom as they copied down what Mr Phillips was writing in silence. Belle watched Gilbert as he glanced at Mr Phillips to Anne repeatedly before grabbing a piece of scrunched up paper and throwing it at her. As the paper hits Anne's face her head shoots up. The girl looks at Gilbert from the corner of her eye before looking down at her board.

"Stop." Belle whispers to the boy while kicking his ankle but Gilbert ignores her. He picked up some chalk and repeated the process, this caught a few people's attention.

Still not satisfied, Gilbert picks up the apple in front of him and quietly walks to the girl. "Whoops." he says as he places the apple on the desk. Ruby and Belle's eyes follow Gilbert as he bends down next to Anne. "hey." He whispers. "Carrots." He says louder, Pulling one of Anne's braids which tipped the girl over the edge.

"Im not talking to you!" She shouts while slapping Gilbert around the face with her board, breaking it in the process. The whole class gasps and looks at the two before erupting into laughter.

Belle quickly stands up, waiting to see if she needs to intervene. "I wouldn't." Billy whispers to Belle from behind, making the girl sit back down.

"Shirley!" Mr Phillips yells to Anne, the class suddenly dead silent at this. "Get up here now! What a vicious display?" He scolds while cleaning the board. Everyone followed Anne's movements as she slowly walked to the front. "Is this what they taught you in that orphanage? Unacceptable."

Belle studies Gilbert's sudden emotion change as he watches Anne. "Told you not to." She whispers to the boy, only to get a harsh shove.

Ann Shirley Mr Phillips writes on the board, motioning for Anne to turn around before writing again. "Anne Shirley has a very bad temper." He reads while writing. "Stand here and stay put." He orders Anne before turning to the noisy class. "And the rest of you Pipe down! Let this serve as a lesson to you that we do not tolerate such displays of temper, here in a civilized society." He explains.

Belle's hand quickly went to her face to cover her smile as she watched Anne getting lectured. "It was my fault. Sir, I, Umm... I-I teased her." Gilbert quickly stands, trying to take the blame.

"Quiet, Blythe. That is hardly an excuse." Mr Phillips says while the class starts laughing again.

Fed up, Belle stands up. "I told him to, Sir." Despite how much she hated Anne and how much Gilbert was protecting her, she knew that her attempting to help would ruin her reputation if word got to her parents but If Gilbert was trying to take blame for the girl she should at least take it for Gilbert. "The freak has no place here. She's not one of us." Belle says while glaring at Anne.

"Still, Hardly an excuse." Mr Phillips tells Belle, neither agreeing or disagreeing with what the girl said. "Quiet, all of you, and return to your lesson."

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Infatuation | Yoongi

Description; Agust D was a world know rapper. Yoongi, was a brat that had too much money to handle. When he and his manager run into trouble, he realizes the attitude that comes out when around her is jealously, because he couldn’t have her.

Warning; Cussing, Mature, Blood Mentions, Fighting

Smut Warning; Rough sex, Biting, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Body Appreciation, Unprotected Sex.

Genre; Angst | Smut | AU

Pairing; Yoongi x Reader | Namjoon x Jin

Word Count; 6.7k

"And that's a wrap for tonight! Take it on home, and get some sleep, we have to be back at seven am sharp, anyone late will be fired, that's a promise! Now get your asses home." You sighed, watching the crew begin to disperse, all sharing collective sighs of relief. You were shooting Yoongi's newest music video, and were finally calling a night at two am, thankful there was little needed to be put away, as the rest could remain out for tomorrow's shoot, and what did need to be storaged was being handled by the interns, and they were already nearly done. "Wow it almost seems like you don't want to be here, how shocking." You mocked, walking up to Yoongi as his assistant handed him a water bottle. "Wow it almost seems like you don't have anything productive to say, how shocking." He fired back, making you hit him with your clipboard. "I'm sorry, what would you like me to say? You did great today, you weren't a dick to all the interns, you were cooperative with the crew, you didn't throw more than four tantrums, congrats." You scoffed, making him roll his eyes in response. You were a manager, working under BigHit, and specifically assigned to Yoongi. He had a history of not getting along with his managers, and you were hired to keep him in check, and help him as he toured, produced music, and made music videos. "If you're going to be August D, you need to be productive." You spoke up again. "Stop showing up late and covered in hickeys, stop acting like a frat boy, and screw your head on straight. I'm not going to keep cleaning up your messes when you're too hungover to clean them up yourself. I'm not an assistant, I'm a manager. I don't assist, I manage, and that means sending your ass home, and going to bed, since you need to be awake and back here, in five hours. Otherwise, this album isn't happening, and you can kiss your next tour goodbye." You snapped, making him glare at you. "암캐" he muttered under his breath, making you roll your eyes. "Now go." You snapped, watching him storm away as you sighed, rubbing your temples irritably, before turning away. Making sure everyone was gone, before leaving yourself. 

"God he's so obnoxious. They warned me of what I would have to deal with, but god sometimes I just want to punch him in the face." You sighed, laying next to your two closest friends, both of them nodding in agreement. "From what we've heard, only the twelve thousand times you rant about him, sounds like it." Jin said, making you sigh. "He's just a bratty rich kid." You groaned. "And I'm working these hellish hours, not getting any sleep at all, and he's out partying and making me clean him up when he stumbles in drunk again." You huffed. "Well you probably don't get any sleep because you spend the 4 hours you have sitting on your bed complaining to us." Tae said, making you sigh again. "I know, but this is the only therapy I have, so I don't care." You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes, before sighing again. "Besides, tomorrow is the last day of shooting, it'll only be a six hour day, then I can stay away from him for the next week while they edit and finish it, after that it's just choreo, so I just sit and watch during those sessions." You explained. "Sounds like a babysitter." Jin said, making you shrug. "Then I'm his babysitter. I don't care anymore, as soon as this tour starts everything will be fine. He's just being more of a pain in my ass than usual and I have no idea why." You mumbled, rubbing your eyes softly as you glanced at the clock beside your bed, it was still only three, you could get at least two hours of sleep if you kicked the boys out of your room soon. "Maybe he's on his period." Tae said, making you smack him as Jin laughed, "yeah maybe." You sighed, unable to hide the yawn that escaped your lips. Tae rubbed your back softly before moving to the edge of the bed and forcing you to lay down. "Get some rest, you clearly need it." Jin said softly, you waved your hand at him, but felt sleep nearly pull you under the second your head hit the pillows. "I don't know what I would do without you guys." You whispered, yawning again as you let your eyes close, feeling the bed move as they both got up, and Jin patted your leg softly. "Probably die."

Your sleep was too short, and it was too cold as your alarm woke you up. You groaned in annoyance as you turned it off, resisting the urge to throw your phone at the wall. Groaning again, you sat up slowly, setting your phone down as you grabbed a pillow and repeatedly hit yourself in the face with it. The last thing you wanted was to be awake right now. Finally sighing in defeat, you set the pillow down and made yourself stand up, shivering as you made your way to the bathroom. You didn't change last night, too tired to care about what you slept in, and that meant your makeup as well. You spent a few minutes splashing your face with cold water and cleaning it until it looked presentable, before finally getting dressed. You grabbed the first outfit you found, thankful you were able to wear clothes for comfort and not business, you were able to wear jeans and a regular shirt. Once you were finally dressed you walked out of the room, sighing as you reached the kitchen, and were startled to see Tae and Jin both awake, the later standing by the stove while Tae sat at the island. "Morning sleeping beauty." Jin said softly, setting a plate of toast next to Tae. "I know you have to go, so I made a to-go bag." He smiled, setting a brown paper bag next to the toast. "You're a life saver." You sighed, smiling appreciatively at him as you set your jacket next to the bag, "I have to go get my shoes, I'll be back around one? Maybe two? You guys got any plans?" You asked, already walking back to your room. "Nope! Days off." Tae yelled. "We should go to lunch!" You yelled back, sliding your shoes on, and grabbing your phone. "Sounds good to me." Tae replied, you heard Jin mumble something as well, and smiled to yourself. Glancing down at your phone you saw a missed call and text from Yoongi from half an hour ago.

"Where are you?"

"Shit." You cursed, standing up quickly and running back to the living room, "gotta go. Thanks for the breakfast, see you guys later." You mumbled hurriedly, thanking Jin as he handed you a thermos of coffee, and helped you collect your things. "Yoongi?" Tae asked, despite already knowing the answer. "Babysitter can't be late." You replied, making him snort softly, you said bye to them again and shut the door, cursing under your breath as you hurried to your car.

"You're not supposed to be here until seven." You told Yoongi, watching him struggle to get out of his car. "What time is it?" He asked, rubbing his eyes irritably as you huffed. "Six. The time I'm supposed to be here. What are you doing?" You asked, watching him shrug. "I woke up here." He mumbled, taking a step forward, and tripping over his feet. You watched him fall to the ground and cursed, setting your things on top of his car and helped him back onto his feet. "You woke up here?" You asked, putting his arm over your shoulder and leading him to the set as he nodded. "Did you drive back here? I watched you leave last night, did you come back for something?" You asked, sitting him in a chair as he groaned. "You." His voice was weak as he mumbled, and you sighed. "Stay here." You told him, before going back to his car and grabbing your things. "Why were you looking for me?" You asked, sitting across from him as he groaned. "I don't know. That's all I remember before waking up in my car here." He answered, and you sighed. "You probably got shitfaced. You look hungover, here." He glanced at you blearily as you held out your thermos for him, he took it and twisted the cap off, sniffing the contents questioningly. "It's not black, but it should help keep you awake, eat this, I need to make a call, the crew will have my head if there's no coffee and donuts this morning." You told him, standing up as you watched him begin eating the breakfast Jin made for you. "There's always coffee and donuts." Yoongi said softly making you scoff. "I know. I pick them up from the bakery, but I couldn't stop by before I got here because I had to come make sure you weren't in the back of a police car." You told him, watching him shrug as you stepped away and called Tae.

"I owe you." You sighed gratefully as Tae and Jin arrived with bags and boxes in their arms, "Well we do still have lunch later right? That'll cover it." Tae smiled cheekily as he helped you set up the table, "what's that?" You asked Jin as he held out a bag for you. "More breakfast. I knew you'd give it to him, and you need to eat too." He said as you smiled, hugging him tightly. "God I really would die without you two." You mumbled, beginning to set the donuts up in their usual position. You suddenly heard a car approach and raised your head, it was still six thirty, nobody was supposed to be here yet, but realization crossed your face as you watched the car park and saw four boys step out. "Those are his roommates." You told Tae and Jin, focusing your attention back on the donuts. "He's back here boys." You yelled loud enough for them to hear, but you heard the footsteps stop close and raised your head in confusion, startled to see them standing on the other side of the table holding boxes of donuts. "Yoongi?" You asked, glancing back at the rapper, who shrugged. "Thank you." You mumbled, taking the boxes from them. "This is so many oh my god." You laughed softly, trying to make room for them all, "well I guess this can be used as a way to say thanks since today's the last day of filming." You shrugged, clearing the trash as you turned back to Yoongi, he was still eating Jin's breakfast and slid money to one of his roommates, making you roll your eyes. "Thank you Yoongi. Now we have enough for everyone to go into a diabetic coma." You laughed softly, making a smile grace his lips for a second. "Thank you guys again, I'm sorry for bothering you." You turned to Tae and Jin, watching them only shrug in response, "it was no problem, honestly." Tae replied, Jin remained silent, his eyes glancing at one of Yoongi's roommates. You rolled your eyes playfully before hugging the both of them, and bidding goodbye as they went back home, soon followed by Yoongi's roommates leaving as well.

"You didn't have to do that you know." You said once it was just the two of you. "You're always cleaning up my messes, take it as a thank you, for everything you do." His voice was soft, and you were almost startled hearing those words pass his lips. He never thanked you for something done indirectly. "Well, thank you." You mumbled, making him snort as you began to drink the coffee Jin had brought. "I just thanked you, and your response is 'thank you'? Okay ___" he laughed, and you felt heat rise to your face, and your stomach flutter. You cringed at the feeling and occupied yourself with setting up the props, you didn't know why he was acting so different towards you, but your hated the way it made you feel. After knowing him for nearly two years, him suddenly not acting like a brat was startling. You just hoped he'd go back to how he usually acts soon. "Do you have any medicine?" Yoongi suddenly asked, making you jump and turn to face him, "umm, like pain killers? Yeah." You nodded, walking over to your purse and grabbing the pill bottle. "Do you have a headache?" You asked, pouring the pills into your hand and grabbing him a water bottle. He nodded, thanking you softly as you handed the items to him. You watched him take the pills and pressed your forearm against his forehead. "Are you getting sick?" You asked, squatting down to look him in the eyes, you put your hands on either side of his face. "You're warm. How do you feel?" You asked, grabbing a towel, putting water on it, and holding it against his head. He didn't reply. His eyes were trained on yours, studying your features, until you snapped him out of it. "F-Fine." He answered, blinking slowly as his eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips. "Take it easy alright? You've still got twenty minutes until things actually start, use the peace and quiet as much as you can, see if you can shut your eyes for a bit." You told him, your eyes meeting his, and you saw an emotion behind his eyes that you couldn't place, and shrugged it off as his hangover. "There's more coffee if you need it. Today's an easy day today. Very little dancing, mostly just the slow scenes. It's scheduled as a six hour day, but if we work well enough, shooting should be done within three hours, and we can take breaks if you need any, just let me know if you start feeling sick okay?" You told him, watching him nod as you stood up. He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't hear, and you shrugged it off and returned to setting things up.

"And that is a wrap on the music video! Thank you so much to everyone that contributed to making this, it's been a pleasure working with all of you, please, take some donuts on your way out." You laughed as everyone clapped, saying goodbye to each other and packing up their items. "Yoongi, you alright?" You asked, walking over to him as he sat in a chair, fanning himself with your clipboard. He nodded slowly, and you feigned a smile. "See? Just like I said, a three hour day. And we're done. You don't have anything other than editing, but you don't need to be there for that if you’re not up for it, so you have the next week to relax and feel better, use it. Don't be out partying, otherwise this sickness isn't going to go away okay? Tell your roommates to buy soup and painkillers. Until then..." You trailed off, reaching into your bag and pulling out the pill bottle from earlier. "Don't abuse it, it's just light stuff." You told him, making him roll his eyes as he took the bottle from you. "Thank you." He said softly, and you nodded, smiling at him again, before beginning to clean up. Today's clean up was longer as things actually had to be taken, and fully cleaned, but by the end it was just you and Yoongi, and two left over boxes of donuts.

"You okay to drive?" You asked, walking over to him, and holding a donut box out. "Yeah." He nodded, waving it off as he gathered his things, seeming more energized than earlier. "Thank you for earlier." He said softly, setting his car keys on top of the box in his hands. "I know I'm a pain in the ass. But I genuinely do appreciate it. I don't know what I would do without you." He said softly. You couldn't help but smile as you glanced at your feet shyly. "Probably die." You replied, he smiled and nodded his head, "yeah, you're probably right. I'll see you around." He said with a soft laugh, waving as he walked to his car. You watched him leave and sighed, watching his car drive away, and you felt a feeling in your gut you hadn't felt in a long time.

"You're an idiot." Tae scoffed. "I know." You groaned in annoyance, holding your head in your hands, sighing as you glanced back up at the boys sitting across from you. The three of you were at lunch, and you had told them that your feelings for Yoongi were turning from a hatred to more of a caring nature. "You were just telling us you wanted to punch him in the face." Jin reminded you. "I know." You sighed. "And now you're saying that you want to kiss him in the face." He said making you snort softly at his wording. "I know I'm just as irritated at myself as you are, but I don't know, he was just acting really different today, he was being nicer, and thanking me-" "that's toxic." Tae interrupted you, making you sigh. "It's not like he's an asshole that beats me and I'm forgiving him because he gave me a flower. He's just annoying, and he's being really nice now, call it a character arc, he's acting a lot nicer, and I appreciate it." You told them, "you're appreciating it too much." Jin replied, making you sigh for the millionth time. "I'm not saying I'm going to go and suck the guys dick. All I'm saying is, he's acting a lot nicer now, and I'm appreciating it. Okay? That's all." You defended yourself. You saw Tae and Jin share a look before sighing. "Just don't move too fast alright? This isn't just a one night stand that you'll forget, this is also your job, and if things go south, BigHit won't just fire Yoongi, managers are replaceable in the eyes of big corporations." Tae warned you, making you nod slowly and huff as you shoved some of your food in your mouth. "I need new friends that will just condone my stupid habits instead of being smart and warning me of the consequences." You sighed, making Jin roll his eyes as he kicked your leg playfully.

Yoongi's attitude didn't change. It was a month later now, and everything was going smoothly, his music video was done, had been for a few weeks now, and you two were just preparing things for tour, and he was still being nice and friendly. You didn't know what had gotten into him to suddenly make him change his attitude, but you knew one thing, it made your 'want to kiss him' turn into a 'want to have a relationship with him' and even you weren't blind enough to know these were dangerous waters. But as of now, nothing mattered as you danced alongside Jin and Tae. The club you stood in was loud and sweaty, drinks in your guys' hands as you forgot about the next day's duties. "Looky looky." Tae teased, pointing out the entrance where you watched Yoongi and his roommates walk in. "Shut up and tease Jin, I'm getting another drink." You smacked his shoulder playfully before walking over to the bar. You sat on a stool and ordered your drink, watching Yoongi approach as you waited. He didn't see you at first, but his excitement when he did was impossible to not notice. "Hey!" He greeted, smiling wide as he walked over, sitting on the stool next to you. "What're you guys doing here?" You asked, watching him order four drinks and a water. "Boys wanted a night out." He told you, handing the drinks to his roommates, and taking the water for himself. "That's new." You pointed out, watching him shrug. "I'm the driver." He replied, watching you nod understandably. "Yeah that's Jin's duty tonight, I just wanted to drink." You snorted softly, watching Yoongi glance at your roommates. "The pink haired one?" He asked, watching you nod in response. "What's his sexuality, do you know?" Yoongi asked, making your heart drop suddenly, "he uh, he's bisexual. Why?" You asked nervously. "My friend, Namjoon-" he pointed him out. "Has been eyeing him, just curious." He replied making you laugh softly. "That's good, Jin's been eyeing him as well." You told him, making him laugh softly. "Perfect, we'll have to try and find a way to set them up then eh?" He laughed, nudging you softly as you smiled, nodding in agreement. "I have to go to the bathroom can you watch my drink?" You hiccuped, watching him nod, he slid the drink closer to him and you got up, thanking him softly before heading to the bathroom like stated. You sighed at the line, despite expecting nothing less from a crowded bar. You waited your turn and were thankful it went quick, and you were already heading back to where Yoongi sat just a few minutes later. "That was unusually quick." He commented, making you scoff softly as you grabbed your drink. "What you time my bathroom breaks now?" You laughed, taking a sip of your drink as he laughed softly, "no, I just meant for usual bar bathroom times, there's always long lines." He said, making you nod, smiling as you saw Jin smiling as he leaned against the bar, and talked to Namjoon, "How're you feeling?" You asked him, seeing him more spaced out than usual, he sat up slowly and stretched. "I'm fine." He replied, turning to face you. "Just bored." He shrugged, you nodded, pursing your lips, you hesitated, before finishing your drink and standing up, "wanna dance?" You asked, holding your hand out to him, he seemed hesitant, before taking your hand and letting you lead him to the dance floor. He seemed awkward, and unsure what to do as you began to move slowly, smiling encouragingly, he slowly began to dance with you, a smile on his face as you two began to dance with each other, and sway along to the music.

The room was spinning when you woke up. You weren't sure what had happened, and weren't sure why you felt as bad as you did. You had never had a hangover this bad, and groaned as you raised your arm in an attempt to brush your hair out of your face, but found it limp, and it fell onto your face painfully instead. "T-Tae?" You whispered, trying to open your eyes but finding it difficult to. You finally got them open and sighed in relief, your head spinning as you tried to sit up and move properly. After a few more moments you finally found strength, and were able to stand up, but found yourself gripping the dresser for support. Only now, you realized, you were not in your bedroom. You looked around quickly, your head buzzing as you analyzed the room around you, and sighed in relief when you recognized it as Yoongi's, from the many times you dragged him home drunk. The previous nights adventures ran through your mind, and you tried to piece it together as you moved towards the door, hoping you would find answers down the hallway. You groaned at the light and covered your eyes, having to hold onto the wall to keep yourself standing, you finally reached the living room and covered your eyes to block out the light, and sighed in relief when you saw Tae and Jin sitting in the living room. "Jin?" You mumbled softly, taking a step forward, the sound of your voice made all the boys face you, Tae and Jin jumped up off the couch and immediately ran to your side, "Hey, come lay back down." Tae mumbled, leading you back to Yoongi's bedroom, and you were too weak to protest. "What's going on?" You asked, looking at them with confused eyes. "Where's Yoongi? Why are we at his house?" You asked, sitting on the bed slowly. "You need to rest alright? We'll talk later, you need more sleep." Jin said softly, making you lay down as you tried to argue, but your words were mumbled and didn't make sense to even you, sighing in defeat, you acknowledged the tiredness pulling you back under, and heard yourself mumble Yoongi's name as you fell asleep.

"So is everyone going to pretend they can't hear me?" You asked. It was later now, a day after the bar, and you were still in Yoongi's bed, yet he was no where to be found. Namjoon was the victim of your question as he set food down on the bed for you. "I'm not sure I'm the best one to talk to you about it." He mumbled, self consciously wrapping his arms around yourself, but you didn't care who told you, you wanted to know what happened to leave you with little memory of the night and in the bed of the artist you managed. "I don't care, just tell me please, it's really irritating not knowing, and pretty panic inducing when nobody-not even your best friends are talking to you, and you're in someone else's bed, in their clothes." You knew the words hit him hard and he sighed, closing the door softly, and sat on the edge of Yoongi's bed, very hesitant as he tried to find his words. "You and Yoon were dancing...." He started, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "and he had to go make a phone call, so he asked Jin and I to keep an eye on you, because you were acting weird, we just thought you were drunk, and would occasionally glance at you." He explained. Your heart began racing in fear as you twisted your fingers together. "We only looked away for a few seconds, and when we looked back you were walking away with someone. We thought it was Yoongi. Your friend said that you two have gotten a lot closer in the last month and so we assumed you were leaving or-" "Namjoon." You interrupted him, wanting him to get back to the point. "It wasn't. We didn't know who he was. Yoongi said he was coming back inside after the phone call, and he saw him leading you out of the bar, you were barely awake, and were mumbling your friends name. I don't know what happened next, but by the time we made it outside, you were unconscious on the curb and Yoongi was on top of the other guy. We took you away quickly, not knowing what to do, but knowing the police would show up, me and Jin were driving you, and we decided to take you here, it was closer than your house, and we could both keep an eye on you until the others got back. They talked to the police, and the guy is gone, but nobody's heard from Yoongi since. He texted us, telling us to move you to his room, and make sure someone was always with you, and he's been gone since." He finished explaining. Your heart was racing as your stomach turned on itself, and you tried to figure out your emotions. You heard him call Jin's name softly, and soon had your friends comforting you as you tried to wrap your mind around everything.

The apartment was silent as you sat on the couch, still piecing your feelings together. It was a few hours later, later in the evening. Jin and Tae had left to get food, they tried to insist you come, or one of them stay with you, but you wanted alone time, and that's what you had for a little while, until you heard the doorbell ring. You got up slowly, and opened the door, your face falling as you saw Yoongi on the other side of the door, his head low as he held out a pill bottle, the painkillers you had given him during the music video. "Thought you might have a headache." He mumbled, still not meeting your eyes as you grabbed his arm and roughly pulled him into the apartment. "Are you kidding me?" You snapped, making him look up at you in shock. "After everything you tell them to put me in your bed, put me in your clothes, and yet you just disappear? With no trace? And don't bother saying anything o-or even texting?!" You snapped, pushing his chest as he took a deep breath. "I'm not doing this." He spoke calmly, despite the anger radiating off of him, he moved past you and towards the door, tossing the painkillers onto the counter. "No we are doing this because you owe me an explanation!" You snapped, walking over and putting your hand on the door, knowing he could open it despite your attempts if he tried hard enough. "What do you want me to say?!" He snapped turning to face you as his jaw trembled. "What do you want me to do huh? To face you? To talk to you? To pretend it's not my fault? Is that what you want ___? Cause you're not going to get it." He sneered, making your heart drop softly. "Yoongi this isn't your-" "how? How is it not my fault? You left your drink with me. You sat next to me. You danced with me. You trusted me." The last sentence was barely a whisper as he said it, tears welling in his eyes as you swallowed thickly. "You're hurt." You said softly, seeing dried blood on his neck, causing him to scoff as he turned away again. "You can't just walk out on me!" You yelled angrily, "watch me." He snapped, his hand on the door handle as you ran over to him. "I don't know why you're acting like this! We're both fine, and we barely even started being able to tolerate each other a month ago! It's not like we're good friends! You-“ you broke off, not finishing your sentence as it hurt yourself to say. "You don't know why I'm acting like this?" He asked, his voice dangerously low as he turned to face you again.

"I'm sorry, would you rather me go back to who I was? Treating you and everyone else like shit because I hated myself too much and couldn't admit that I was the problem?!" He snapped, making your face fall as you took a step back. "The wannabe frat boy drinking myself to death and fucking hookers cause I didn't want to admit that I was in love with the one girl that I couldn't have?! Is that what you want __?! You want an explanation?! I couldn't face you because I'm in fucking love with you and knowing you got hurt because of me made me not even able to face myself!" He snapped, a tear passing his eyes as you stood speechless in front of him. He scoffed as he turned on his feet again, and opened the apartment door. Before he could step out however, you raced to his side again, and this time when he faced you, you pressed your lips against his. Kicking the door shut you held him closely. He grabbed you suddenly, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled your body roughly against his, panting against your lips as he lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you to your room. Once in reach he threw you onto the bed, and climbed over you, his hands on either side of your head as he trailed his lips down to your neck, and pulled your shirt off quickly. You were panting underneath him as he kissed along the exposed skin of your stomach, and made his way down to your jeans, kissing above your jean-line as he undid your button and zipper, pulling them down your legs swiftly, you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back up to you, kissing him messily as you began to undo his belt. He pulled away to take his shirt off, and let his jeans fall to the floor and kick them away, you looked at him above you, reach forward you trailed your fingers along his exposed skin, seeing fresh bruises littering his skin and a healing cut just below his jaw, undoubtedly from the fight Namjoon had explained, you pulled him down, kissing him softly. He smiled against your lips before trailing his down to your neck again, you felt his hand trail down your stomach before he slid his fingers into your panties, and found your clit. You gasped at the sudden feeling and tugged at his hair, feeling him groan against your neck as he began to rub circles on your clit quickly. You moaned and arched your back off the bed, wanting more of him you tried to tell him, but found yourself speechless as he entered a finger inside of you.

You whined at the feeling, pulling his head from your neck to kiss his lips as you moaned. "I'm gonna cum." You whispered, your thighs clenching around his hand, he smiled against your lips and entered another finger, making you whimper in pleasure as he egged you on, his lips still ghosting over yours as he smirked and whispered "good girl." You whined again as he added a third finger, thrusting them inside of you quickly, and curving them, making you gasp as he hit your g-spot. You gripped his shoulders roughly and found yourself moving your hips with him. He drank in your reactions and fastened his pace, swallowing your moans as you gasped, cumming around his fingers, he continued to rub your clit and bring you down from your high until there were tears in the corners of your eyes and you were breathless. "I need you." You didn't care how needy you sounded as you watched him smirk, bringing his fingers to his lips you watched him run his tongue over each of them, making you groan as you quickly undid your bra and threw it across the room, desperate to have him inside you, you pulled your underwear off next, and saw him finally begin to pull his underwear down, his smirk still on his lips as he found himself at the end of the bed, and kissing up your legs slowly. "Don't even think about it." You warned as he reached your thighs, paying extra attention to the soft skin on the insides of your thighs, you gasped as you felt a sharp pain, and saw him smirk and run his tongue over the bite mark, and you couldn't deny the heat it caused in your stomach. "Yoongi I swear to god-" you were cut off as he put his hand on your pussy again, his fingers teasing the folds as you whined. "Desperate, are we?" He teased, loving your reactions, he continued to slowly move his fingers, taunting you as he ran them along your slit slowly. "I'm going to kill you." You whispered breathlessly, making him laugh, and only egging him on more. "Easy, you're going to get what you want, I'm just having my fun. I can't help it, your reactions are fucking amazing." He smiled, kissing your stomach again, making you whine impatiently. He finally gave in, and moved his position, so he was now hovering over you, and kissed your lips softly. "You're so goddamn beautiful." He whispered, putting his hand on your cheek, and running his thumb over your bottom lip. "Now's not the best time to go soft on me Yoongi." You whispered, desperate for him to fuck you.

"I know, but it's rude to be looking at art and not appreciate the beauty of it." He hummed, letting his hand trail back down to your clit and rub slow circles on it. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me already." You panted, hating the stupid smirk on his stupid face as he peppered your face in kisses. "As you wish Jagiya." He whispered, giving you a soft wink, before lining himself with you, you felt him rub the tip of his cock slowly along your pussy, allowing it to collect your wetness and make his entry easier, you waited impatiently, and gasped as you felt him slowly push in. He only took seconds to bottom out, and stilled to let you adjust. "Holy fuck." You panted out, your mind in a haze and at a loss of words as you nodded at him, telling him it was okay to move. He leaned down and kissed you softly as he pulled out, before pushing back in. Still moving slowly as you panted against his lips, whimpering as his pace quickened. "Fuck." Yoongi gasped, groaning quietly as he sped up his thrusts, kissing you more passionately now as he stuck with his pace, driving both of you wild as you panted breathlessly into each other mouths. "Fuck..." You whined, gripping his shoulders tightly as he trailed his mouth down your body, focusing on your boobs, you felt him kiss along them before taking a nipple between his teeth, and teasing it, the sensation driving you wild as you moaned his name along with a string of cuss words. You felt one of his hand snake along your waist, feeling every inch of your skin as he leaned up to kiss you again. "Goddamn you're so perfect." He panted, brushing the hair out of your face to admire it. "You're not so bad yourself." You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair, and letting out a high pitched whine as he hit your sweet spot. "God I'm not going to last long." You warned him, pulling him down to you as you kissed him roughly, "Good." He whispered, panting as he kissed along your body again, and his fingers found your clit again. He rubbed quick circles on it as you moaned, crying out his name as you came around him, your legs clamping down around his waist, you heard him whisper a string of curse words, before moaning loudly as he came inside of you. You panted tiredly as he stilled, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat as his head hung low. You brushed his bangs out of his face, feeling him pull out and lay on the bed next to you. No sounds other than your breathing were made for a minute, until you laughed suddenly, your heart racing as you turned to face him, his face horror struck as you put your hand on his cheek.

"I love you too." You whispered, watching relief flood his features as he smiled, "I'm sorry, for being such a little bitch." He whispered, making you snort and shake your head. "It's fine. If I hated you I wouldn't of stuck around this long." You mumbled. He grabbed your hand off his cheek and kissed it softly, before leaning forward and kissing your lips. You smiled softly and kissed back, running your fingers through his hair as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and blinking slowly. "Do you want cereal?" You asked suddenly, making him burst out laughing as you smiled. "I haven't eaten much today and there's cereal in the kitchen and I really want some." You laughed softly, and he shook his head playfully. "Okay." He sat up slowly. "Let's go get some cereal then." 

You two had only been in the kitchen for a few minutes when the door opened, and you watched Tae and Jin walk in, stopping suddenly as they saw Yoongi. "Fucking finally." Tae laughed, making you and Yoongi blush as you stared down at your cereal shyly, reaching over, you grabbed Yoongi's hand and smiled at him, and he smiled back, and in that moment, Yoongi and his smile was all that mattered to you.

[mystery-deer]

Kevin faces with a homophobic colleague, which is always trying to insult him and sometimes even follows him in the university, saying bad things. Kevin 's very upset and doesn't want to tell Holt about it, because he thinks it'll bother him, since he had much more homophobes in his life and career.

“Kevin, are you busy?” The break room was empty and Kevin had been enjoying a cup of tea and scouring the news for something interesting. He looked up and suppressed a sigh as Sandra advanced towards him. Instead he just raised an eyebrow.

“No.” She smiled. 

“Ooh, so sassy! You know-”

“Did you need me for something?” He interrupted before she could go on what would be a no-doubt infuriating one-sided conversation about how much she loved ‘the gays’ before trying to set him up with some random man she met once a few months ago. Telling her about his boyfriend only led to her blinking as if startled and then saying in a faux-whisper “Oh but…like, I heard that gays- I mean, don’t you all do things on the side anyway?” Needless to say he wasn’t in the mood today.

“Oops, silly me always forgetting! Good thing I have you right?” Kevin stayed silent, unwaveringly holding her gaze and taking a sip of his tea. She looked nervous for a moment and he smiled thinly. “..Right. Anyway um, Cooper wants to see you.” Oh. 

Cooper was an ever-present thorn in Kevin’s side and had been ever since he’d come out at work. Every interaction he’d had with the man had been unpleasant even before he’d known he was gay. The very first time the two met Cooper had sneered after shaking Kevin’s hand hard enough to be purposeful and said he had a weak handshake. “Limp wrist.” He added, just to rub his not at all subtle comment in Kevin’s face.

If Cooper wanted to see him it was surely to harass him in some way.

“Do you know why?” Sandra, excited to be engaged again, broke out into a smile.

“Yeah, he wants to talk about Steinbeck’s retirement party or something.” Now the matter was even more confusing. Kevin hadn’t ever spoken to the elderly professor, what could he add to a party dedicated for him?

He realized after stepping into the room that Sandra lead him to. The room was full of female faculty, there wasn’t a single other man in sight other than Cooper, who was making a beeline over to them. 

“Hey Sandra, glad you could make it! You’re always the life of a party so I know I had to invite you.” Sandra laughed as she was handed a list of some sort. “Can you do me a favor and make sure we’ve got everything there? And hey- make sure you don’t make this party TOO fun you hear me? Don’t wanna give the old man a heart attack!” They laughed together again as Sandra walked away, reading over whatever Cooper had given her. Newly alone, Kevin felt all of the man’s attention shift to him. 

“So, Kev!”

“No one calls me Kev. Do not call me that.” Cooper raised his hands in a surrender motion and smiled, Kevin felt ill. 

“Yeesh fine, God you’re always so serious. I thought gays were supposed to all-” he made his voice higher and snapped. “Fun!” Kevin hated how his hands always shook when he was angry, he balled them into fists at his side and looked away subtly, staring at the man’s nose. His eyes never matched his voice when he spoke to Kevin. “Lighten up. That’s your real problem-”

“Why am I here, Cooper? Why did you ask for me.” He could feel Cooper’s eyes narrowing, angry with Kevin’s refusal to play along. “Do you just like wasting my time?” There was a beat of silence before Cooper whirled around and raised the red plastic cup he was holding in the air. 

“I invited you because I felt bad for you Kev.” He cooed with faux-concern. “You’re always alone you know?” Kevin remembered the first week after coming out, his acquaintances dwindling down to nothing as they suddenly ate at different times or had a cold they didn’t want him to catch or were too busy to eat right then. Some of the nastier ones just snorted derisively and said they hoped he rotted. 

“So I thought I’d invite you to this little shindig, it’ll be fun! Party planning, drinking, hanging out with the gals.” The women all cheered and underneath it all Cooper leaned back and whispered harshly into Kevin’s ear. “You’re practically one of ‘em anyway you f-”

Kevin left the room without looking back, nearly tripping over himself to make it down the stairs and to the parking lot.

As he walked he heard footsteps coming up behind him, he tried to walk faster but the person only broke out into a run. “Kevin, wait!” He didn’t but Sandra caught up to him anyway. She placed a hand on his wrist and he tore it away. “God! You’re such a fucking Diva Kevin!” He continued walking. “I’m trying to be your friend and so is Cooper but you overreact to every little thing! I mean- Cooper can be a bit of a jerk sometimes but he’s trying and he means well-” Kevin spun around and faced her so suddenly that she stumbled backwards, looking shocked.

“I am so sick and tired of people who mean well.” He hissed, planting his feet. Anger bubbled up in him and his head felt thick with it, heavy with steam. “I am tired of Cooper, I am tired of you, I am tired of the world thinking that I am just their plaything, a blank canvas that you can stick your stereotypes and insults and prejudices onto and I will just say nothing and take it.” Sandra took another step back, opened her mouth as if in absolute disbelief. Then she morphed into anger, spinning around and stomping back towards the college. 

“I was trying to be nice to you.” she spat. “But whatever. Hope you like being alone.” Kevin waited until she was gone to rush to his car and wait in the front seat for his body to be still enough to drive.

During dinner he didn’t taste the soup that Raymond had made and could barely bring himself to participate in the conversation. He had no appetite, he kept replaying the earlier confrontations over and over in his mind. He knew Raymond had noticed his behaviour but assumed he just thought he was tired since nothing had been said. He tuned back into the conversation at an awful time. 

“-and then they just laughed at the poor woman and said she shouldn’t have provoked the beating. She was holding hands with her partner for the lo-” Kevin practically dropped his spoon into the half-empty bowl, feeling his emotions begin to overtake him once again.

“I can’t.” Raymond paused, leaning his head forward a bit. 

“Kevin?” A pit formed in his stomach. He was being irrational, he was more than making a scene. He felt out of control.

“I can’t…do this.I can’t hear about- it’s all.” He hated this, he hated when he got like this. “Please excuse me.” 

Quickly rushing from the table, Kevin made his way to their bedroom and fell listlessly onto the bed. He heard Raymond calling after him, unsure of whether or not to follow. Kevin stared vacantly, enjoying the cool darkness.

After a moment he called out again. “Kevin?” He couldn’t answer, he wanted to but he felt like someone was clenching a fist around his lungs. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, he could only breath and wait. 

He didn’t know how much time went by before he heard the door open and Raymond appeared in his field of view. “Is something troubling you? Normally you would not wear your outside clothes in our bed as it reduces the risk of dirt and bacteria contaminating the place in which we sleep.” 

Kevin nodded after great difficulty, face unmoving. Raymond was concerned. Kevin was usually much more expressive than this and his entry into their apartment without a greeting was highly unusual. “Do you wish to talk about it?” Kevin closed his eyes and nodded again, Raymond placed a hand on his shoulder. “Is it alright if I touch you?” nod. “Can you not speak?” nod. “Is that a yes, meaning that it is true you cannot speak?” nod. “Is it a medical problem?” shake. “Do you want to be left alone?” shake. “Alright, I am going to sit down next to you.”

  For half an hour Raymond sat down beside his boyfriend and thought idly about his day, what needed to get done before he fell asleep, what paperwork needed to be handed in, that new restaurant that opened up down the street that served that dish that Debra liked. Kevin moved and Raymond’s train of thought was derailed, looking over to check on him. 

“How do you do it?” 

“Do what?”

“Deal with…the harassment, the cruelty, everyday.” Raymond felt cold, he set his jaw.

“Are you being harassed?” Kevin recalled just last week Raymond telling him about his colleagues smashing his computer and continually ‘forgetting’ to have it fixed. Remembered them shoving newspaper articles about hate crimes in the area into his locker. Compared to that what he was dealing with was nothing. This only worsened his anxiety, he was getting worked up over nothing. 

“No.” He intoned, sitting up. “I am fine.”

“Kevin.”

“I said I am fine, can we drop it?” Raymond hesitated a moment before taking his husband’s hand.

“No. If you are being harassed I want to hear about it. I tell you about such incidents why should it not be the other way around?” 

“I am…overreacting.” Kevin said, heart heavy. “I overreact to small things sometimes.” He pulled his hand out of Raymond’s gentle grip to press it together with his other hand. The pressure did little to calm him.

“They will tell you that.” Kevin twitched. “They will tell you that you are overreacting, being emotional, sensitive, exaggerating. It is all untrue, it is all a tactic to keep you quiet.” He leaned out of Kevin’s space but kept his eyes on the man he loved. “You will never have to be quiet with me. Do you want me to leave?”

Kevin thought about this. He thought about Raymond, and how lovely he was, the most wonderful and perfect man he’d ever met. He thought about how safe he felt, the instant relief that had come with being home, with being with him. 

“No, please stay.” He leaned closer until they were just barely touching. It felt right. “I have something to tell you.”

[mrsronaldknox]

Prompt Request #92: "Are you drunk?"

Stefano x Reader

B/F/N- Best Friend's Name

Y/A- Your Age

D/O/B- Date of Birth

Y/N- Your Name

H/H- Her/Him

H/S- He/She

This was requested a week or two back by an anonymous, so I don't know who sent it. I did my best writing it, trying not to let hate anon's words get to me. Once again, I did my best. I can only push my brain so far, even if it's always tired.

Your day as a violinist became a stressful one, since tomorrow you would turn Y/A on D/O/B. Having one day off meant a lot of work for you, the Music Director wanting you to compose three songs for a performance at the end of the week. It's deadline for Friday was very important, so much so that it would cost you your job. Music has always been your life, and with that determination, wrote as much as you could. Your day seemed to have no end in sight, each hour and minute ticking by feeling like an eternity.

At around six you managed to finish one whole song, the second only halfway completed. Your hair had become messy from the stress, you having taken your left hand and ruffling it to try and calm yourself down. You would also grip the pen you were writing with, you being thankful that it was a metal one instead of plastic.

"I hope this will be good enough. If not, I'll scream." You growled in annoyance as you straightened out the papers, you nearly jumping out your chair as your best friend burst through the door.

"Y/N! You're not going home right now, are you?" Cheerfully asked B/F/N, H/H coming over to you as you put the papers away in the top left drawer.

"I was planning on it. Besides, why are you so happy coming in here?" You asked facing B/F/N with arms crossed, the tone of frustration clear in your voice. H/S simply shrugged off your attitude, then grabbing your right hand pulled you out of the office.

"Tomorrow is your Birthday, so guess what?" B/F/N asked happily. You tried to talk as you were being pulled through the hallway, but the only thing coming out were jumbled words. "We're celebrating it tonight, since it'll be just you and Stefano tomorrow!"

"But, Stefano is expecting me home..." You began finally forming words, B/F/N letting you go as you made it outside. Getting behind you, H/S pushed you towards a taxi that was waiting at the front of the building.

"It's fine, I asked him. Now get in, we're going to get some drinks!" Said B/F/N excitedly, you sighing as the both of you got in.

You and B/F/N made it to a nightclub known as Nightshade, the best place for dancing and drinking alcoholic beverages. You didn't like loud places and do your best to avoid them, however you didn't want to hurt your best friend. B/F/N chose a place for your Birthday, H/H wanting you to do nothing but have fun. Soon your frustrations went away as you drank some cocktails, you laughing and dancing with B/F/N on the dance floor. At around nine in the evening it was time to go home, you and B/F/N catching a taxi before stumbling into it.

You were the first to be dropped off home, B/F/N deciding to pay for your taxi ride as a second Birthday present. Stepping forward you could see the lights in your home, you stumbling as the world seemed to spin around you. Getting to the front door you tried to catch the rotating doorknob, and finally doing so had a hard grip on it.

"I'm gonna murder you...you fucking doorknob..." You grumbled as you turned it, and opening the door went to walk forward before tripping over your own feet. Before you could make a face plant onto the marble floor, Stefano caught you with his right arm.

"Are you drunk?" Asked Stefano surprised, his arm firmly around your waist. Stefano coughed a little when your breath passed his nostrils, the smell confirming that you are. "Damn it, your friend should have known better than this." Growled Stefano, you giggling as you threw your left arm around his neck.

"Stefano, it's not H/H fault... I needed to loosen up, you know?" You asked him against his neck, you kissing him there and making him shiver. "Now come on, I want to inspire you..." You whispered seductively as you went for his belt, however Stefano grasped your right hand before lifting it up.

"No, not tonight. I'm taking you upstairs and putting you into bed." Stefano firmly told you, him squeezing your hand one time. You simply pouted at Stefano making him chuckle, him then going to pick you up.

Stefano went to carry you bridal style up the stairs, your face once again in his neck while your fingers massaged his scalp. Getting into the bedroom Stefano managed to get you into bed, you falling asleep within seconds. Going into the bathroom Stefano filled it up with water, him setting it down on her dresser with some painkillers. You seemed so calm now as Stefano leaned down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering there.

"You will learn your lesson tomorrow morning, mio amato." Whispered Stefano against your forehead, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Remember, I temporarily turned off the anon asks because of the hate anons. If you feel the need to tell me something and don't want it public, message me.