#like he walks up to the director to complain and mmmm

[kyaruun]

okay butlers was all in all a really sweet and nice story about idols from different units working together but. as most kinosei izumi i've read,,, there's something with it

i can't judge the other characters because out of the cast in butlers i'm not that much a producer for anyone other than izumi and he reads weird. and i don't mean the translation, i mean his character. i think kinosei likes to remind the players izumi's perfectionism is some kind of "bad habit" he can't/doesn't want to control, but i feel like they're ignoring two key elements to izumi's character and development throughout the series. 1) izumi's perfectionism is aimed at himself before everyone else and 2) he would never speak bluntly to someone in a higher position than he is.

an important part of his character is the fact that he's been working in the industry for a really long time (see portrait) and the way to do stuff "the right way" as been slowly ingrained into his character. things like keeping a good relationship with coworkers and not bothering his superiors to make sure he gets called in again for future work. respecting work hierarchy. yes he is bossy, yes he is hard to please —but that's on his personal relationships. he knows how to separate his work persona from his personal life persona.

i'm not saying izumi is not perfectionist and doesn't require a certain level of perfection from the people around him, but he only does that with other idols around his same level. he will be annoying and bother knights to keep practising until he's satisfied with the outcome because he knows HE can do better ><

i feel like it all boils down to izumi's "i want to show the best side of myself (only)". he doesn't want people to see all the struggle behind the cameras and wants his fans to have the best time, at all costs. he thinks it isn't fair for them not to get a wonderful experience, so he is working himself to the bone for that.

i don't think putting izumi as someone who values himself before absolutely anything else and acts like a karen all the time is actually the take they wanted to make... maybe i'm just reading too much into his motifs (pls read butterfly) but deep down izumi doesn't want to get attached to people so they won't hurt him. but being unnecessarily mean to people in his work environment doesn't really help that out? i thought e! had already worked on that.

for me he feels like the annoying senior who keeps pushing everyone around him to do better because he knows they can do better, with a little extra help! because he gets stuck in similar situations and his own pride won't allow him to ask for help, he'd rather be the help other people need, even though they might not realize it.

so tldr: in my honest opinion, izumi is the kind of person that gets frustrated with himself when something doesn't come out the way he expected it to and actually blames himself for it, even if he won't say it out loud

[manggojooz]

Foolish Love, Fake Love (Part 7)

pairing: idol!Jungkook x bodyguard!reader

word count: ~2,900

genre: idol!au; angst; romance; drama; enemies to lovers sort of thing

warnings: none

previous part: Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |  Part 6

summary: If all you can give me is a fake love, then I will be the fool to pretend that it is all true.

Taglist: @a-hopelessly-imaginative-girl  @dollwithluv @sweetcheeksdna @yeontanie21 @peachygiraffe14 @jeontaes-world

“Aigoo, when are you ever going to find a boyfriend at this rate... all the guys will be so scared after they see how you fangirl over this cook guy,” Ssamchun was this naggy even when he was younger.  

“It’s ‘Jungkook’, Ssamchun,�� you glared at him while Yuri laughed silently.  

“What are you laughing at?” you suddenly diverted your annoyance jokingly towards Yuri.  

“Nothing... really... just wondering how you can be so invested in a guy who doesn’t even know you exist,” she replied.  

It had been more than a year since Yuri had joined the mixed martial arts school and it was natural that you two were growing increasingly reliant on each other given that most of the other people here were male.  

“It’s called true love, it’s real alright?” you retorted, gesturing at her to get ready to be taken down by you.  

“How can it be true love, when you don’t even know the real him? What if he’s super weird in real life? Or maybe he’s super snobbish... I mean he’s a celebrity after all...” Yuri was not planning to run away from a sparring session but she found the need to defend her position.  

You never really bothered to refute that point whenever Yuri makes it, and you never would have imagined that his conversation would actually be relevant one day.  

---

“Were you... one of them?” Jungkook’s voice trails off as he popped the question hesitantly.  

There was no answer and the air was brimming with awkward energy.

“I guess... I was a fan after all,” you answered weakly.

He felt strangely affected by your use of the past tense.  

“I guess this is why we always have to keep up an image... once people know the real us, they will just stop supporting us,” he murmurs as he turns to exit the room and once again, he was strangely affected when you said nothing to stop him.  

---

The company told you to rest at home the next day but somehow you found yourself back at the company close to evening time, after having spent the day doing nothing much.  

You were just about to change into your exercise attire but decided to sit down on the chair in the changing room and thought about the conversation you had with Jungkook yesterday.  

There is just something really pitiful about it. Who is he in the end? What the company wants him to be? What the fans want him to be? What he wants himself to be? What is the real Jungkook like, does he even know?

Everyone goes through this at some point; some may never find the answer. Who are we really? What are we living for? And in turn, what can we be happy for? Only when we know what we want to become, can we be truly happy when we achieve it.  

But for him... he probably has a lot to live up to, benchmarks that may not be what he wanted in the first place.

You took out your phone to send a message to him only to stop at the first word because you have no idea where to start. That was when you were reminded of the song that comforted you years back.  

You searched it up online and just as you had hit the send button, there was a knock on the door. When you opened the door you could see a frowning Yuri looking at Sejoon.  

“Can’t you just give her a break today? She just came to have dinner with me...” Yuri huffed.  

“It’s not that I don’t want to give her a break though...” Sejoon answers helplessly.  

“What is it?” you asked.  

---

The last thing you expected to happen was you sitting in a private room of a traditional but fancy sashimi restaurant across from Sejoon and Kijin – mainly due to the fact that you don’t even fancy sashimi.

“Sometimes I really want to slap some sense into him. It's been getting worse lately, he gets so sensitive whenever I ask why he’s doing all this for Yeonjoo” Sejoon suddenly lowered his volume as he spoke about the very two people who were sitting in the private room next to yours.  

Apparently, it was close to Yeonjoo’s birthday and this is a restaurant that she had wanted to visit for the longest time, which explains the need for you to be a decoy. Sejoon and you had to be really obvious when entering the restaurant, while Jungkook came later. On top of all that you heard that Yeonjoo had to really discreetly enter from the back of the restaurant.  

“I suppose this is another undercover operation? Aren't you afraid Director Lee would find out about this?” you were worried for Sejoon but equally so for yourself.  

Sejoon and Kijin both look up at you in surprise, “It was Director Lee who made the reservation, you didn’t know that?” Kijin blurted.  

“Oh really?” you tried to contain your surprise while glancing towards Sejoon.  

He seemed more interested in the intricately-plated sashimi platter that was just served.  

“... so, Director Lee is now OK with Jungkook meeting her in private?” you could not keep the curiosity in and had to ask.  

“Of course not. And it’s not even something I can fight for since Jungkook that brat wouldn’t even confirm if they are really together or not” Sejoon replied through a mouthful of raw fish.  

“Then what’s going on here?” you frowned from the confusion.  

“That jewellery store wanted him to do photoshoot with you but he wouldn’t do it... so Director Lee bribed him with one favour and this is what he asked her for... to give permission for...” Sejoon answers, at first matter-of-factly, but quickly ended the topic as he realises what this meant to you.  

So this was why he willingly did the photoshoot; it was weird that there wasn’t much protesting on that day given how much he must have hated the idea of taking “couple photos” with you. You were lost in all these thoughts and did not notice Sejoon clearing his throat awkwardly.  

“Are you... are you not going to have some?” he quickly tried to change the topic, hoping to distract you.  

“I don’t really like raw stuff” you answered curtly, only belatedly feeling sorry to Sejoon for being somewhat rude to him for no reason.  

“Oh, I guess Jungkook just ordered the same set for both rooms. Let me go get the menu and order something else for you...” Sejoon fumbled to get out from his seat.  

“It’s ok oppa, I’m not that hungry anyway” you replied with a customary smile this time.  

---

Kijin and Sejoon had no problems finishing the whole platter of sashimi on their own and giving you a rundown of the best types of sashimi during the different seasons when someone barges into the room. It was Jungkook.  

“Hyung!” Jungkook called out. Sejoon naturally responded but Jungkook looks past him to Yeonjoo’s manager instead, “Not you Hyung... Kijin Hyung... Did Yeonjoo’s sasaeng appear again?”  

Kijin looked visibly tensed when the question was asked and there was a long pause before he answered, “It was quiet for a while, but after your scandal with her, it started again.”  

Yeonjoo was now in the room too, telling Jungkook that it is nothing and that there was no need for him to worry so much.  

“Maybe you should hire bodyguards for her too...” Jungkook nagged at Kijin.  

“Hey Jeon Jungkook, we are working on that, we already have a few lined up, but we are just clearing background checks before we can officially use them... so stop saying these obvious things...” Kijin was his usual annoyed self.  

“Kijin Oppa,” Yeonjoo started to say something, “I wanted to use the washroom and they said it’s across the garden, can you come along?”  

“What? The washroom is outside?” Kijin responded exasperatedly and was cursing under his breath.

“I can take you there” Jungkook quickly volunteered.  

“Haha, that would be weird...” Yeonjoo laughed, “and we can’t be caught together again.”  

Jungkook wanted to rebut that, but he really couldn’t. The deal with Director Lee was clear – even if they were seen to be in the same restaurant today, the official story would be that he was here with you and Yeonjoo to celebrate her birthday, he can’t be captured alone with her... but what about you?  

“Wait... Y/N... why don’t you go with her?” Jungkook suddenly suggested.  

Your eyes widened and you were about to protest but Kijin has latched onto the idea, “Oh... oh oh, yeah since you are here... just go with her quickly and come back.”  

You looked towards Sejoon for some back up but you knew it was already a closed case, so when he only smiled sheepishly back at you, you gave a reluctant “alright” and dragged yourself out from your seat.  

---

The washroom was located in a separate building across the traditional Korean-styled garden. It was a beautiful path to walk through and you hardly had any complains. At the end of the garden to the left was a road that sloped steeply upwards to the carpark and the main entrance.  

As you approached the end of the scenic path, Yeonjoo suddenly decided to break the silence, “It must be quite tough for you to do your job and still have to keep up the fake relationship.”  

You quickly looked around in alarm, trying to make sure that no one was in the vicinity to hear the conversation even though she said it pretty softly.  

“Umm... yeah... it is” you stammered. “Should I wait for you outside or follow you in?” you asked her hastily to change the topic.  

“Mmmm...” she was was about to answer some kind of rattling noise alerted you.  

You turned sharply towards the sound and notices a humongous trolley stacked high with boxes hurtling down the slope towards the both of you. The boxes were tied to the trolley and the speed it came at you was incredibly fast.  

There was only a split second to make a decision so you instinctively pushed Yeonjoo away before trying to jump out of the way but there was just not enough time. Your shoulder ended up scraping the tower of boxes that came tumbling down heavily. Even though you were only hit by it peripherally, the force was enough to spin and throw you to the ground. A loud crash followed as the trolley topples over and some of the boxes falls onto you, the contents spilling everywhere, revealing that it had contained bags of rice and fruits.  

You turned to look at the top of the road – there was no one in sight. Where could this trolley have come from? You struggled to get back onto your feet and hastily made your way to where Yeonjoo was sitting in shock on the floor.  

“Are you alright? Are you able to get up?” you questioned.  

“What was that?” she uttered shakily.  

“I don’t know... Let’s go, quick... I don’t think it’s safe here...” you replied while reaching out a hand to help her up.  

---

Although you were in pain yourself, you let Yeonjoo rest her weight on you as you helped her back towards the traditional Hanok building that housed the private rooms. She was limping as she made her up the few tiny steps, and the moment Jungkook spotted her walk into the hallway he immediately rushed over. 

He started fussing incessantly, “Are you ok?! Did you get you hurt? What happened?! Is it serious, let me see it...”  

And suddenly the attention was all on you.  

“I told you to protect her... isn’t that your only job? Is this how you protect someone?” his tone couldn’t have been anymore accusing and you were mildly offended by that tone.

“Jungkook it’s not like that, there was a trolley that came out of nowhere and she pushed me aside to avoid it” Yeonjoo tried to explain and hold him back.  

“Do you not know how important it is for an idol not to get injured? If she sprained her ankle or broke an arm, what will you do about her upcoming activities?” Jungkook continued tearing into you.  

You remained silent, not because you did not want to respond, but because you felt offended that you had to respond.  

“Jungkook-ah, I think that’s enough... let’s find out what happened first... I’m sure she didn’t intend to hurt her either” Sejoon was stepping in and tugged at his arm to pull him away from you.  

Jungkook forcefully shakes off Sejoon, “Did you?” he hissed.  

There was silence all around. Nobody responded, he obviously took it too far. If you had any remnants of pity or feelings left for him, it vanished in that moment. 

The foolish fangirl was overtaken by the fearless fighter. You determinedly took a step closer to him and stared him straight in his eyes.  

“You can say that I did a bad job in protecting her, you can yell at me all you want for that, but don’t... don’t ever try to question my intentions. I know very well how important she is. And my job is to put my wellbeing and my life on the line to protect that. Do you think I'd joke around for something like this? For someone who is too cowardly to risk anything to protect the person you like, what right do you have to be saying all these to me?” you were almost gritting your teeth by the end of all this.  

Jungkook was clearly taken aback by your outburst and so was everyone else.

While they ravelled in your words, you turned to stalk off from the scene. There was a sharp pain in your ankles but it didn’t deter you, neither did the shouts from Sejoon calling your name after a few seconds.  

You somehow managed to make your way to the main road. Just as you raised your hand to hail a taxi, the throbbing pain in your left shoulder and upper back finally hits you hard. It was immensely painful... it must have been... because you broke down into tears at the roadside, crouching on the pavement.  

In that moment you questioned yourself – what is so important in this world that people risk their life and themselves for? No, at least they risk it for what is important to them. Why are you risking everything for what is important to someone else?  

---

“You know how it’s like, sometimes they are so noisy at the dorms, so I'd rather come to the company to do the recording on those days,” Yoongi was explaning to Myunghoon why he was at the office on an off-day from the backseat of their black van.  

“Fine... next time get one of the interns to come pick you up in that case” Myunghoon was griping as he drove towards the dorms but notices something queer on the roadside.  

“Oh?? Isn’t that Y/N? It looks like her...” he exclaimed.  

Yoongi looks out the tinted windows to see you curled up at the side of the pavement as Myunghoon drove past.  

“Should I turn back?” Myunghoon kept glancing into the side-view mirror.  

“Is that even a question?”  

---

The van stops along the kerb and Yoongi alights, checking again and again whether it is really you.  

“What’s going on?? What are doing here?? Please don’t tell me you are drunk...” his words were direct but his tone was somewhat timid.  

Just as his questioning ended, he catches on that you are crying.  

“Are... Are you ok?” he stammered.  

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Myunghoon had walked over too. “Are you alright? Hey...”

Myunghoon reaches out to get you to stand up so that they can stop huddling over you but as he grabs your arm to help you up, you winced in pain.  

“It hurts...” you were crying really unglamourously.  

“What hurts? Did you hurt yourself?” Myunghoon asked you patiently.  

“Hey, we can’t keep standing here at the side of the road. Get in the car, we’ll take you to the hospital” Yoongi said rather gently and he notices the damage your jacket has sustained.  

You eventually got in the car. As they headed towards the hospital, you continued sniffling and you really wanted to whack yourself over the head for being such a weakling.  

Yoongi carefully hands you a tissue. You looked at him with your cheeks stained from all the tears, gratefully accepting it.  

“Thank you... again” you said. He just kept quiet while Myunghoon chattered away in the driver seat about how you should claim insurance if it is a work injury.  

“Are you always so nice to your staff? You usually look like the kind that wouldn’t really care much...” you asked Yoongi quite out of the blue.  

“I don’t know, the guy driving the car probably doesn’t think I’m very nice...” his answer was jokingly sarcastic.  

You laughed a tiny laugh while still dabbing away at your eyes and he too smiled a little.  

After a momentary pause, he said without looking at you, “You are right... I generally don’t bother making the effort to care... but you seem to be an exception.”  

[harryff]

CEO: The Merge Part 1

CEO Harry.

The Merge the plague in your marriage. It was the reason you and Harry were at each other’s throats  the reason you walked in almost naked that day  the reason you slept alone most nights. You two were supposed to be happy a newly married young couple approaching your second year of marriage but this merge was creating a rift between you two.

You hear the door slam you take a deep breath he is home; he  must have left work early because he was  livid and needed space

“ ‘M not staying if they go through with this ‘m’fuckin quitting not gonna bloody drag me or my name  into that shit hole mum!” you hear him sigh aggressively “I kno’ I kno’ I’m trying I worked too hard ‘s’not fair I kno’ yes mum alright bye love yeh talk to yeh later”

You knew all too well what was happening Pandemonium Records wanted to merge with Harry’s company, and because they had more artists it was going  to dethrone Harry from his position as CEO.  Pandemonium Records  CEO Byron Paton was a real prick always commenting on Harry’s ‘new’ money compared to his ‘old’ money. The merge meant that Harry would be demoted to be director of something you weren’t sure what at the moment. Harry was fighting with all he had but ‘they’, the board of directors insisted on the merge which meant all of his new artists would suffer and half of his staff laid off.

You  hear the bedroom door open and you play dead you don’t want to argue you’re just glad his home. You hear him huffing and puffing removing his clothes “bloody shoes”  he grumbles before you hear them thud against the floor. It’s quiet, you hear the water run in the shower, you slowly drift away to sleep.

You’re awaken by Harry pulling you making you lie on your back

You squeal

“Sorry” you hear him mumble before he bends down and kisses you. He’s sloppy uncoordinated, rough like he hasn’t done it in awhile, which he hasn't, you grab on to his face and take control he moans into you his hands roam your body as much as you missed his touch this is becoming unbearable.

You pull away “Harry” you say scooting towards the night stand as he attacks your neck. “Harry stop!” you demand turning on the lamp

His eyes are puffy you can’t tell if he’s been crying or its lack of sleep

“Harry”  you say softly caressing his face

“Don’ want to talk about it” you shut him down

You nod and pull him back down to kiss you. He’s still uncoordinated trying to remove your night clothes  

“Harry!” you huff “let me do it” you complain

As much as you want him there he isn’t there you shake out of your night clothes and your hand snakes down to his cock

He whimpers into the kiss he pulls away and he continues sucking on your neck. He hisses as your grip tightens around him “oh fuck” he whispers against your neck you kiss his shoulder scooting down getting on the perfect position for him to slid in. He resumes kissing you and his aggressive its when you have an epiphany

You pull away trying to catch your breath “Harry!”  

“Need to be inside yeh” he says grabbing his bulge

“No Harry stop” you stop him as his tip is in your entrance  

“Wha’?” he looks bewildered

You breath heavily “you own Styles Entertainment.”

He’s confused

“If you leave you can take your name!”

“What?”  he’s still confused  

“You own Styles Entertainment the name is trademarked you own it!” you smile.

You see him thinking spinning “so if I leave….”  

“They have to find another name they can’t use the Styles in  Pandemonium Styles and you can start another company right?”

“RIGHT!” his face brightens “I fuckin luv yeh” he bends down to kiss you before  hopping out of  the bed.

“No wait!” you were ready for him

“Not now petal later I promise” he says grabbing his phone

You roll your eyes and plop back in bed. When you wake up you turn to your side the bed remains made up which means Harry either went back to the office or was in the study and as you walked around his keys were gone so that means he was in the office.

~~~~

A week later and you haven’t seen him at all so you do your wife duties you make lunch and dinner since you know he won’t be home. You’re greeted by staff once more before you enter his office

“Oh Mrs. Y/L/N” Alicia greets you

“It’s Mrs. Styles to you” you correct her

“Oh Harry”

“You mean Mr.Styles”

“He told me I could call him Harry.” She says with a slight attitude

“And I’m telling you to call him Mr. Styles”

“Anyway I thought you didn’t change your last name”

“I didn’t doesn’t mean you don’t address me appropriately”

“Oh sorry” she says flatly

“Where’s my husband?” you look around his office a few things had changed

“Meeting” she says grabbing paperwork from his desk

“Ok could you please make sure this" you tap on the lunch bag "gets to him” you decide to kill her with kindness

“Yes ma'am”

“He needs to eat” you smile at her

“I make sure he does every night” she gives you this look that makes it seem like she’s implying something else.

“Mmmm” you draw your lips in

The door swings open and Harry walks in “Pet! you’re here!”  

“Hi”  you say dryly

“Wha’ brings yeh around?”  

You hold up the lunch bag “Lunch and dinner” you grab your purse he looks between you two “going back to work” you mumble

“No wait! Alicia”  

She nods and walks away

“Wha’s wrong?” he makes you face him

You sigh deeply “I hope whatever you’re working on is worth not coming home”

He feels the ache in his heart.

“I gotta go” you whisper

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next week the news of the merge is released and the launch party is that weekend. It’s an obligation for you to show up you don’t want to not like Harry would notice he left you at home to arrive on your own and as predicted Alicia is right there next to him looking doe-eyed bushy tailed eager to please

“Oh god”  you say in disgust once you spot them. You make your way to the bar you know a few people from Pandemonium and not that many people from Harry’s company are there. You down your first drink in seconds but pace the second.

“Hello there beautiful!”  

You turn to face Byron Paton. You try to not contort your face in disgust  “Hi Mr.Paton!”

“Oh you know me!?”

“Yes” you offer a tight lip smile

He smirks “did you come alone?”  

“No I’m here with my husband Harry” you motion to him

“Oh you’re the wife he barely talks about you! I wonder why? you’re beautiful!” he comments

You nod “Thank you, where’s your wife?”  

“Oh Cindy right there!” he points to her “we came together unlike your husband who arrived with Ashley? Whats her name again? Oh Alicia!”  

You sigh “I was busy” you lie

“It’s ok beautiful there’s plenty of men who would gladly take his place”  he looks you over making you feel uncomfortable

“Don’t want anyone else”

“Shame I have to run let’s chat later”  he kisses your cheek

You nod and down some more drinks

You had texted Harry when you arrived informing him of arrival and now watching him check his phone yet ignore you made you upset. You try to mingle, try to charm your way around the room but you’re off your game. You’re mind is preoccupied with Harry and a combination of stress and sadness you can’t quite hide your emotions. The alcohol really isn’t helping you do so either, so you stop drinking. Harry’s still working the room and by the looks of it people are liking him. You smile when you see him smile a natural reaction of yours.

You stand to the side and people watch try to kill time and giggle at a few drunks.

“Still won’t take me up on my offer?” Byron snaps you out of your thoughts

“What offer?”

“Other men will gladly take his place”

You’re irritated “I’m no mistress”

“Didn’t say you were, could be a wife as good as you look”

You sigh “Mr.Paton why don’t you go love on your wife”

“Could be ex. You’ll have the world at your fingertips”

“Don’t want the world Byron” you say frustrated

He moves closer and growls softly “love how you say my name”

“Ok I’m going”

He stops you “No don’t i’m sorry, I’m sorry, you look wonderful can’t help myself.”

You’re both silent looking around playing coy  “Anyway  your husband will do great in this merge”

You smile looking at Harry “Yes he will extremely talented”

“Obviously one of the reasons I wanted to merge” You nod “We are hoping to triple our revenue with this new direction”

“Thats a huge target” you comment

“Your husband will get us there”  

“Yea which by the way why isn’t he the CEO?”

“You must not know your place sweetheart,” you raise your brow “thats matters will not discuss with you. Besides I’m CEO can’t have two can we?”

“He can be CFO” you challenge

His jaw clenches “No we need him to be Director of Entertainment”

You try to calm your temper and look around

“But enough about us boys. Tell me what do you do you’re a mystery, you’re husband never speaks of you almost like you don’t exist” he smirks and dropping his voice by the end of the sentence,  moving closer to you and placing his hand on your lower back

You step away “I work in research” you speak softly those words hurt

“Oh pharmaceutical?”

“Yes”

He chuckles “you know what they say about you guys”

“Yea” you roll your eyes

“Why aren’t you at home? being a housewife Too pretty to be working darling” he grabs your hand “with me you would never have to lift a finger”

You pull your hand away “ Please stop!” you move away making sure your at arms distance away from him  “plus that’s not a lifestyle for me”

“Shame you look like a good fuck toy” he bites his lip and glances over your body

You had enough “Good night Byron” you begin to  walk away

“No no wait” he tries to grab your arm but you’re quicker

You try to hide by sitting in chairs along the back which were hidden overlooking the Chicago skyline

You’re startled by Harry  “Why the fuck re’yeh talking to Byron about me being CEO!?” he snaps at you

“I was just asking” you cower away

“Fuckin told yeh not to mention anything! we’re going home!” he yanks you up by the arm

“Ow Harry!” you complain

He grabs your hand and almost drags you around as he says his goodbyes “missus had too much to drink” his excuse as you stand looking at the ground embarrassed

“Oh no where are you two off to?” Byron asks

“She had too much to drink”  Harry speaks flatly

“Awww light weight? Well thank you for coming Y/N sorry sorry" he chuckles "Mrs.Styles”

“Play nice Byron” Cindy comments

He chuckles some more grabbing your free hand bringing it to his mouth placing a soft kiss on it. Harry’s grip on your other hand tightens “lovely young lady. Harry see you later”

“Yea bye Cindy always a pleasure” He pecks her cheek

You both walk away Harry’s grip on your hand is still taught. You can’t keep up and he’s not slowing down at all so when you almost trip all he does is jerk you towards him.

“Oww! Harry! Damn it stop manhandling me! I’m not a damn rag doll!”  you yank your hand away rubbing where his grip was

He chuckles and continues to walk away from you. He only got like this when he was enraged. He gets in the car and waits for you to enter.

“So ‘re yeh gonna tell me why yeh couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” he begins as he drives you home

“I was just asking you don’t tell me anything any more” you try to explain yourself

“I don’ have to tell yeh anything!”  

You remain silent

He slams his hand in the steering wheel scaring you for the second time  tonight  “I told yeh not to say anything! Yeh just made shit worse!”

“I’m sorry” you mumble

There’s no more conversation between you two the rest of the way home. When you arrive you’re not in for 2 minutes when he starts again.

“And why the fuck were yeh flirting with him?!”

“Are you kidding me? I wasn’t!” you remove your coat walking away from him

“He told me yeh were! tha’s why yeh were around him majority of the night?!”

You roll your eyes “Are you listening to yourself right now? You believe that dick over your own wife?”

“If my wife knew her place non o….”

You spin around and cut him off “Excuse me?! KNEW my place so enlighten me wheres my place? HUH?! At home being your trophy wife while you fuck your assistant?!”

“Oh please don’t make this about me! I don’t want her yeh know that!”

“Do I? Do I  truly know that?”

“ ’M not having this argument.” he points at you “yeh fucked up”  

“How can you be mad at me? What have I done?  You let your assistant practically be all over you and look like she’s your mistress! While I look like your estranged wife!”  

“Stop making this about her! Alicia knows I’m married”

“I know she knows it’s the reason she’s all over you.“

You both stand in the middle of the living room remaining silent trying to calm down, but your temper won’t calm down

“You didn’t even come check on me I’m your wife not your girlfriend not your fiancé your wife I should come before anyone! Remember what you said to me? Your vows?!”

He remained silent still glaring at you

“You have Byron pointing out how you showed up with her yet I fucked up? You  left me so I arrive to the party alone yet I fucked up?”  he looked at you with his infamous blank stare as if all that you were saying was just bullshit 

“Fine! You wanna believe Byron fine! Go ahead and disregard the fact that you ignored me all night. Go ahead and disregard the fact that you don’t mention me to anyone so I truly am the estranged wife! You want Alicia to be your wife fine! While you’re at it make sure you thank Byron for making me uncomfortable all night. At least he acknowledged me in his own fucked up way. Thank him for telling me I’m nothing but a fuck toy!”

His glares at you “When did he say that?!”

You sigh feeling defeated, the tears start to build up, you bring your hands to your face rubbing your temple a migraine beginning to form

“Y/N when did he say that?” he grits  through his teeth

You speak softly “It doesn’t matter you don’t believe me anyway.” your voice cracks “If you don’t want me anymore Harry just tell me.”  

You walk away from him this is the peak of all the stress both of you were under. You couldn’t keep up with the fighting. Two times sometimes more in a week. It’s emotionally and mentally draining to stay mad at him while you try to support him. You hear the front door close and your body relaxes, you feel guilty for being glad that your husband isn’t around it should never be this way no matter how angry you were at each other. The next day you wake up when you turn to your side Harry’s in bed you were both on extreme sides of your mattress avoiding the middle like it was riddled with sharp thorns. You were going to clear your mind which meant a day at the park or aquarium walking idly around Chicago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Monday arrives you wake up before Harry and prepare for the day.

“Mornin’”  he mumbles when he walks into the kitchen grabbing his cup of coffee

“Good morning” you look up at him briefly “breakfast” you place his plate of fruit and egg whites in front of him before you leave

There’s nothing but sadness in your eyes puffy and sleep deprived. It hurts Harry to see you like this.

He tries his best to stay focused at work,  but he can’t. Not when his mind replays months of arguments over and over again always emphasizing your argument a few nights ago, he can’t forget what you said to him. It’s the reason he feels himself getting angrier with each word that Byron speaks.

He stays late his hoping you’ll be home by the time he arrives but the house is cold and void of any sound when he walks in he sighs.

He waits for Anne to pick up “Hey mom”

“Hazza!”

He chuckles lightly

“Are you alright? Whats wrong my baby boy?”

He sighs “I fucked up”

“Oh no what did yeh do?”

“It’s been happening for the past few months.”

“What’s been happening?”

“Pet and I have been arguing non stop s’cuz of the bloody merge been causing so many issues between Y/N ‘nd me”

“Oh how is she?”

“Not good I’m to blame”

“Well wha’ re yeh going to do?”

“I have to leave already talked to my lawyers they said it would take some time to get my name back bu….”

“Are yeh sure this is the right move?”

“This isn’t what I wanted to begin with. The board didn’t listen to me destroyed my vision, my dreams re gone”

“Do what yeh love hazza” she speaks softly  

“Do what I love” he repeats

“Yes I luv yeh we luv yeh we support yeh 100% all the time”

He sighs “I don’t want my marriage to fail cuz of this.”

“Then don’t let it! Yeh love her yeh fix it. Fix your wrong doings”

“I kno’ I kno’”

You arrive a few hours later, Harry stayed awake waiting for you

“Hey” you whisper as you walk into the bedroom

“Hey” he smiles at you hoping for a smile back

You say nothing but head to the bathroom. You try to control your emotions but in the shower is when you finally release all that you bottled up during the day. When you’re done he sees your puffy eyes and pink nose, and when you walk closer he notices the bruise on your arm. He realizes it’s him that caused it the night of the party. He feels his heart ache with more pain.

“Good night” you say laying down.

“Hoping we could talk” he says leaning towards  you

“Can we talk tomorrow?” you ask

He nods and reaches over you to turn off your night lamp “I love yeh, so much” he whispers before kissing your cheek

You squeeze your eyes trying not to cry again.

The next morning you leave before Harry can comprehend that it’s morning. You don’t want to talk you didn’t have the energy for another argument.

[catthefearless]

Day 9, 30 day challenge:  Richard Armitage “Show me how it’s done”

Thanks again to @deepestfirefun for this challenge. Enjoy!

After lunch, Richard walked CAT back up to the loft where they found Izzy and one of the young actors chasing around the costume area playing a game of tag. Izzy was wearing the beat up fedora Richard had played with a few weeks back. The young actor, John, was chasing Izzy, trying to get the hat off her head. 

About the time Izzy noticed that CAT had returned. John jumped on her back to try and retrieve the hat. Izzy giggled as she spun in a circle trying to keep her balance as John tried to grab the hat.

"Maybe we should go back downstairs," Richard said and they retreated back down the stairs. Richard lead CAT into the Green Room where they were alone. He closed the door and turned and winked at her. "Alone with no distractions."

"Yes, for a few minutes anyway." CAT replied as she wound her arms around his neck. He circled his arms around her waist as music started playing over the intercom speaker.

"May I have this dance my dear?" he inquired as he held out his left hand. She took it and he lead her around to the upbeat music. The song changed and this time he broke apart from her. 

"Mimic me." he said as he faced her. They did a series of mirrored moves with hand gestures and hip movements. He smiled at her.

"You really are pretty good!" he praised her and continued the little dancing game. He turned and did a shimmy then shook his hips a bit suggestively.

“Shake that booty babe!” CAT called out as she followed his moves.

"Mmmmm, I like what I see!" he called back to her as she followed his actions. He spun on his heel and did a sudden move which CAT wasn't quite sure how to do.

“Show me how it´s done,” she asked as he repeated it for her and she caught on. He grinned from ear to ear as they finished their little game and the song changed again.

"You really are good! I mean it! I know you could do this if you really want to."

"I know but I'm not exactly leading lady material dear. I'm a bit too mature for most directors." she said chagrined. 

"Nonsense sweetheart! Stick with me and we'll have you back at it, if you want to. Maybe I should make that a condition of my next stint on stage.  Hmmmm." he circled his arms around her and they both swayed to the change in music again.

"I really should talk to the Tom about the last fittings before dress rehearsals. I still have a list of actors I need to see." CAT kissed his cheek and pulled back. "I'll take a rain check for now about any future career negotiations for me." 

She kissed him lightly on the lips and they broke apart and walked back out to the stage area for rehearsal to begin. CAT located the assistant director, Tom Prentice and walked down into the house area to have a brief word with him.

***********

After rehearsal was over the day and CAT had wrapped up her projects for the day, she and Richard headed home. He complained about how tired he was and might need a nap. CAT suggested she start supper and let him lie down for a bit to rest.

She got supper started and went in to the bedroom and found him curled up with his arms circling his head. 

"Are you asleep?" she asked as she sat gently on the edge of the bed. 

"Mmmmm, not yet, just resting. Come cuddle and make me feel better." She laid down on the bed and rolled toward him. He lifted his elbow and she ducked up his arm and she nestled her head into his chest.

"Better now?" 

"Mmmm hmmm," he hummed as she snuggled up to him closer. 

"I can't imagine how I'm going to manage when you leave." He opened his eyes and looked deeply into her pale blue eyes with his darker blue one. "I just," he paused. "It's just going to be difficult and right now, I just want to enjoy my time with you."

"Mmmmm, me too." she hummed back to him.

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[negan-love]

Coffee And Vanilla - Chapter 7

By Negan_Love

You were the personal assistant to the Managing Director of Sanctuary Pharmaceuticals. A tall beautiful man called Negan.

Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 

Chapter 7

You woke, with a slightly foggy head and a hideous taste in your mouth. Where the fuck am I?! It took a second to remember the hotel room. And last night. With Negan. Oh god! He wasn't in bed with you. Shit, what if he'd come to his senses and left?

Sitting up, you realised you could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Oh good, at least he hasn't run!! And next to the bed you saw a bottle of OJ and some aspirin. God. I must look rough if he thinks I need aspirin!

You had just finished drinking the juice when the door to the bathroom opened and Negan strolled out. Naked from the waist up and a towel sitting low on his hips. Jesus, he was still damp. You could see water droplets running down his arms.

"Oh hey, sleepyhead!!" Negan walked over to the bed and leaned down to kiss you. He looked appreciatively at your exposed chest and groaned. "I wish we had time for me to check out how swollen you are, but I got a meeting in an hour. So you, little lady, need to get a move on. We'll get breakfast on the way."

He walked over to the closet and took out a suit. When the hell did he put that in there?! He then dropped his towel to get dressed.

Fuck! Time to get up! You jumped out of bed and took yourself for a shower. A cold one.

———

Sitting in your temporary office, you were working away when your phone buzzed with a new text.

Negan: This meeting sucks. I hope you can still feel that I've been inside you. X

Wow. He's so brazen!

You: I can. I love it.

You felt giddy, but tried to concentrate on your work. 10 minutes later, another message buzzed.

Negan: Oh yeah?! I bet you're wet just thinking about it aren't you.

And then 10 seconds later

Negan: I'm hard.

Oh god.

You: You're very distracting you know. I'm trying to work. For you!

Negan: You love it.

Three hours later, you'd achieved a lot and had several things you needed to discuss with Negan. You sent him a text.

You: I need to speak to you re Atlanta. Let me know when you can take a break. x

It was one o'clock and you were hungry. Negan hadn't replied after 10 minutes so you took yourself over to the cafeteria.

Taking a seat at an empty table, you tucked into a pretty uninspiring salad. After the amount of pasta and wine you consumed yesterday you figured you'd better stick with something light! You were just about to put a large forkful of chicken into your mouth when your phone buzzed.

Negan: Sorry Doll, tied up with these asshats 'til around 4. I'll come by and get you after.

You: Cool, it's nothing that can't wait.

You'd nearly finished eating when you got another message.

Negan: Maybe so, but I can't wait. I want to be inside you.

Oh!

———

Negan had been getting dressed in the bedroom while you finished off in the bathroom. He hadn't seen your outfit yet and you were excited to see his reaction. You'd borrowed a floor length black halterneck dress with a deep plunging back from your friend Lucy, who fortunately was pretty much the same size as you, just a little taller. You had applied smokey eyeshadow and eyeliner, and felt pretty happy with the result. Hopefully you didn't look too much like a panda.

Opening the bathroom door, you saw Negan standing on the little balcony with his phone to his ear. He looked every bit the gentleman in his black tuxedo. He wasn't wearing his jacket yet and the back of his vest was a bold red satin. You wandered over slowly, waiting for him to turn around. When he did, a grin spread over his face. You couldn't hear what he said, but whatever it was effectively ended the call.

He stalked over to you, looking you up and down, and in his deep voice, he muttered, "Well, holy shit. You. Look fucking awesome." You turned around slightly to show Negan the back of your dress, and the resulting groan caused your insides to tighten. "Jesus baby, I can nearly see your ass! This tux doesn't allow for much growth in the pants department. I think you might need to alleviate some pressure.."

"Haha! Well, you're gonna have to wait Mr. We gotta go!" You said as you walked over to open the door.

"Well, you better hope there's somewhere I can fuck you sweetheart. Otherwise I might just have to take you in the middle of dinner!"

———

Dinner was dull. You were sat between Negan and some guy who thought he was hilarious. You politely smiled at what felt like a million jokes during the main course before you leaned over to Negan and whispered in his ear, "I need you. I can't take much more of this."

Politely pausing his conversation with one of the New York directors, Negan placed his hand high on your thigh and put his mouth against your ear. "Give me 10 minutes baby. Believe me. It'll be worth it."

Trying not to engage with the not-so-hilarious guy to your right while Negan finished his conversation, you pretended to concentrate on the charity auction booklet. Like you could afford any of this stuff! Maybe there was another way you could donate to this charity.

A few minutes later, you placed your hand on Negan's leg under the table and squeezed. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom," you told him, once he looked up.

"Okay, sweetheart." He leaned over and kissed your cheek, and then moving closer to your ear, he whispered, "I'll come and find you in a minute. Be ready for me."

Oh, hell yeah!

The first bathroom you found was empty, so you quickly peed and fixed your makeup. A minute later there was a gentle tap at the door. You opened it a little to see Negan stood there holding a glass of whiskey and absently brushing his hand over his beard. He quickly came inside and closed the door.

"Fuck, I thought that fucker was never gonna shut up." Negan downed his whiskey in one, and adjusted himself in his pants. "These, are fucking uncomfortable with a boner like this."

You couldn't help your eyes being drawn to the noticeable bulge in his pants and you licked your lips. Closing the gap, you grabbed his shoulder to pull him towards you. You kissed him forcefully on the mouth and tugged on the back of his hair. He opened his mouth to release a low groan and you slipped your tongue inside. He tasted like whiskey, which you hated, but the feel of his tongue wrestling yours was enough to stop you caring. Negan pulled back to look at you, and catch his breath. "That dress, is fucking stunning sweetheart. I'm gonna need to fuck you. Hard."

"Not before I get on my knees for you...Sir..." You pushed Negan against the basin and kneeled in front of him.

"Well, fuck! You won't find me complaining!"

"I've had this image in my mind for a few days now...and I can't wait any longer" you said quietly, whilst unfastening his belt and tuxedo pants. "Do you like it when I call you Sir?"

"Oh, hell yeah! That shit has my dick hard as a fucking rock!"

As you opened your mouth to surround his cock, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He was looking down at you with dark brown eyes and biting his lip.

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked Negan's big cock, your tongue flicking over the tip before engulfing him with your mouth again. The sounds Negan was making were getting you seriously worked up. His low, deep voice rumbled right through you, heat building deep inside. You could feel a big, fat vein pulsing on his cock, and you licked the full length of him with the flat of your tongue, making him jerk and grip your head with his hands.

"Shit, I need to be inside you! I gotta fuck that tight pussy of yours." Negan growled as he pulled out of your mouth and turned you around so you were leaning over the basin. He ran his hands up your bare back and lifted up your dress to reveal a tiny thong covering your wetness. He placed an open mouthed kiss on each ass cheek before pulling your panties down your legs and helping you step out of them.

"Jesus, you're wet. You just fucking love to suck my dick don't ya!"

"Damn right I do," you said, looking over your shoulder at him staring at your butt. "The noises you make get me so fucking hot."

"I can see that!" Negan pushed a long finger inside you and curled it forward making you push back against him.

"Mmmm," you moaned as he removed his finger and replaced it with his cock. "Ah, fuck!" You exclaimed, far too loudly.

"Keep it down, baby!" Negan groaned through gritted teeth as he thrust in and out of you. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass mixed with his grunts and groans filled the room. You tried to be quiet, but you were breathing fast, and every thrust caused you to moan.

"Ah. Mmm. Shit. Mmm." You were close and Negan's thrusts were becoming erratic as he neared his own orgasm. He was gripping onto your hip with one hand and the other reached around and made contact with your clit. "Fuck!" The pressure surprised you and a few seconds later you were overcome by a powerful orgasm. Pushing your hips back and clenching around Negan's girth, you felt him jolt and shudder as he came inside you for the third time in less than 24 hours.

"Jesus, fuck! I need to hydrate better if we're gonna keep fucking like this!" Negan joked as he rested against your back, softly tickling up and down with his fingers. His dick was still inside you, so you gave him a little squeeze. "Oh, no no no! Too much!" He said in an unusually high pitched voice as he pulled out of you. He grabbed some paper towel to clean up his cum that was running down your leg and swatted you on the ass. "Well, baby. I fucking needed that!"

You picked your panties up from the floor and started to put them back on. "Me too! I guess we better get back out there though."

"Yep! Back to it!" Negan was the epitomy of a gentleman again, with his pants zipped up, shirt tucked in and tie tightened. He took your hand in his and opened the bathroom door......

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[themarginalartist]

Listen, You Come into my House Chapter 8: Poker Night

It has been ages since I wrote for this fic oh my goodness! But after receiving a few comments recently on it I decided to brush the dust off of it and bring it back! 

A quick note though: This was started before Chapter 3 of the game was released, therefore I am not going back and editing anything, so this fic is very non-canon. I don’t think anyone is exactly going to complain, but just so you know there is nothing that will match the Chapter 3 information regarding Susie/‘Alice’ and Norman/The Projectionist. 

But without further ado, it’s time to get to that poker game that Norman was talking about. 

It was finally Monday night. Henry had made sure that the toons and Susie were comfortable before leaving with Sammy. Norman’s house wasn’t that far from Henry’s own, but Henry knew that they would not be back before the toons got tuckered out, even if they protested to not being tired it wasn’t long before they started yawning. Henry had no doubt that Bendy would try to last the longest, waiting for him to return home. The two men walked down the sidewalk in comfortable silence for a good minute.

“Are you sure he’s alright with me?” Sammy asked rubbing his palm.

“Yes Sammy, I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it because it’s true, Norman is fine with you coming. He specifically asked what night’s you had off in order for you to be able to come too.” Henry gave Sammy a patient smile.

“Sorry, I just, I’m really nervous.” Sammy admitted.

“I don’t blame you. Just be yourself. And I’m here for you too.”

“Thanks Henry.” Sammy gave a small smile back.

They finally made it to Norman’s house. Henry knocked on the door as Sammy fiddled with his shirt.

“Coming!” Mrs. Polk called out.

“Just relax Sammy.” Henry sighed as he watched the ex-band director fiddle with his tie next.

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” Henry replied simply.

“Ah hello! Henry it’s been so long!” Layla Polk wrapped the man into a strong hug.

“Layla it’s been ages! How are you doing!” Henry greeted back.

“Oh good, good! We just finished unpacking and I decided that a blueberry pie was just the thing to celebrate to, you are more than welcome to have a slice.” She paused finally noticing Sammy, eyes widening slightly. “Why mister Lawrence, it’s been ages…” She trailed off. It became quite apparent to Henry that she’d been told of at least some of what had happened to Sammy.

“Ah Mrs. Polk, just Sammy is fine.” Sammy replied nervously, running a hand through his hair. There was a long pause for a moment before Layla wrapped Sammy into just as tight a hug as she had with Henry.

“Just Layla to you too dear. Now that’s enough dawdling, let’s get you inside. Norman’s waiting for you in the back room. And you are more than welcome to a slice of pie as well Sammy.” Layla smiled. Henry released a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Layla was a kind soul, and even though she knew some of what happened she too was forgiving of it. Henry smiled at Sammy and motioned for the man to step into the house. Both entered, leaving their shoes at the door and followed Layla into the main house.

“Henry! Sammy! Hope you’re ready to get your asses kicked.” Norman grinned in greeting from the edge of the living room area.

“Not if I kick your ass first.” Henry grinned back.

“Oh?” Sammy paused for a moment. “I seem to remember wiping you out far more than you ever did to me.” Sammy smirked. All three men paused before laughing together.

“Ah it’s been quite some time.” Norman smiled widely.

“It really has…” Sammy smiled too.

“Here you all go.” Layla came over with a small tray with three pieces of pie. “I’ll be upstairs for a while, just call me if you need anything alright?” Layla smiled after placing the small plates of pie down on the table.

“Will do, thank you for the pie Layla.” Henry smiled.

“Yes thank you.” Sammy nodded. Layla took the tray back to the kitchen and left the men together.

“Alright let’s get this poker game started!” Norman clapped his hands together.

“Are you really trying to tell me you aren’t cheating there Lawrence?” Norman chided.

“Well Polk, if I was cheating it only be due to you cheating, so if you aren’t cheating then neither am I.” Sammy poked back.

“Now, now,” Henry smiled. “It’s not cheating if it’s what the deck gives you.” And with that he placed down four aces and the king of hearts.

“Henry! How?!?” Sammy and Norman exclaimed at the same time. Henry just laughed.

“Looks like I’ll be taking the victory on this one.”

“How? There’s no way.” Sammy looked at his hand and then picked up the deck and flicked through it. “He really did get dealt that…”

“Well that was quite a game.” Norman leaned back.

“Thanks for having us Norman.” Henry smiled at the man.

“Well I expect next week same time we’ll be meeting up again at your house. I’ll just have to try again then.” Norman smiled back. The three laughed before getting up and walking towards the front door, Sammy and Henry pulling on their shoes again. They bid their well wishes and goodbyes before Henry and Sammy headed back to Henry’s house.

“See, told you it’d be fine.” Henry said after there was a bit of distance between them and Norman’s house.

“It was. Thank you Henry.” Sammy smiled.

“There’s no need to thank me.” Henry looked to Sammy. “I’m just glad you came.”

“Me too. Me too.” The two walked back the rest of the way in a comfortable silence. After getting inside they found Susie working on a knitting project in the living room.

“I take it they’re all in bed?” Henry asked quietly.

“Yep, Bendy tried his hardest not to go though.” She chuckled softly. “He wanted to make sure that you two came home safe.”

“I’ll check on them before heading to bed.” Henry said with a yawn.

“Mmm… Well now that you two are home, I am going to go to bed as well.” She said with a small smile. “Good night.”

“Night Susie.” Henry and Sammy replied in time.

“I’m going to head to bed too. See you in the morning.” Sammy stifled a yawn behind his hand.

“Alright, see you in the morning.” Henry waved the man off. He grabbed a quick glass of water before climbing up the staircase himself. He poked his head inside of Boris’s and Bendy’s shared room to find the two sound asleep. Henry started to softly shut the door.

“Henry?” Bendy quietly whispered, rubbing at his eye.

“Yes it’s just me. Just wanted to check on you.” Henry replied softly.

“Mmmm… Glad you’re home. G’night.” Came the toons muffled reply before he rolled back over.

“Good night.” Henry smiled softly before finally shutting the door. He checked on Alice as well, finding the Angel sleeping soundly. And went to bed himself. It had been quite the day. Henry smiled quietly to himself before turning out the light.

[donaldresslerfanfic]

New Job.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2406

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Thirty Eight.

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Ressler.

It didn't take long after the resolution of Liz's trial that we were back in business, the first case we got from Reddington shook me up a little. Just the thought of Red having an impostor was unsettling, if he wasn't who he said he was, then who have we been working with this past years?

Have I been stupid enough to think we had him and he was out there this whole time?

After I bought this fake Red to the blacksite and we were going through his information to see what exactly he knew, I had time to squeeze lunch downtown. I called Mags and told her to meet me at the cafe she usually hung out and asked for lunch for both of us.

When I got there, she was already sitting inside, since it was beginning to get chilly outside. I entered and gave her a smile as I sat down.

She'd gotten new reading glasses, and if she wasn't the hottest goddamn thing on this Earth, then I didn't know what was.

She placed her hand on mine and turned her upper body to me.

"Busy day?" She asked, placing her cheek on her closed fist and leaning on the table.

"Confusing day"

I'd like to think that if someone would know if Red was the real one, it would be her.

"Do you think Red has an impostor?"

She shrugged her shoulder and gave me a little frown.

"Sometime you wear a normal shirt for two days in a row and I think you might be an impostor"

She finally got a smile out of me as I twisted my eyebrows in amusement, she always managed to bring me back to reality after things got crazy.

We got served a fast and light lunch, seeing that I still had to go back to work after this.

While we were eating I fished a little card out of my pocket and handed it to her.

"What's this" she said taking it and reading the information on it.

"Reddington gave it to me a few days ago, for you"

I was so not happy with that card when it first came to me.

Reddington randomly intercepted me in my morning run and handed me the card, saying that it was a job he had arranged for Mags. Since he didn't wanted to make any further contact with Mags, he handed it to me instead. And I was glad he was finally going away from her life, Maggie had gotten into so much crap because of him.

Before I handed the card to Mags and while I still had spare time between cases, I researched this supposed job and it turns out it was legit. The architect firm was legit, the boss was as clean as he could be, it was in DC, all the workers were aquainted for, and after I did my research on everyone, I figured I could let Mags have this job a shot.

I, of course, didn't mention Mags I had used Bureau instruments to investigate this firm and confirm she was safe, and I also didn't wanted to be overprotective and borderline controlling with her work. But after what happened last time, after what she goes through everyday when working with Red, I want to make sure she's not in any kind of danger while working there.

"I recognize this place" she said, cleaning her mouth with a tissue. "It's just outside Georgetown" she made a little wave with her hand and let the card on the table. "Why would Raymond give it to you of all people? Did he buy the company for me to keep working for him?"

"I don't think so. Maybe he's trying to cut ties with you"

She made a little twist of lips and looked at me.

"Do you think I should check it out?"

"I think you should, and you've already got some good references. I think it would be good for you to start moving away from building stuff for criminals"

She tsked her tongue and shook her head a little.

"I was so close from that jet"

That got a chuckle out me, and she followed with her own precious one, I couldn't stop myself from leaning to her and stealing a short kiss.

Once we were done and walking towards her car, I stopped her, her hand still holding mine. She stood in front of me with a little questioning look on her eyes

"I think you should check that job out. We've already proven that working on the same level and subjects didn't go well for us." I lifted my hand up to cup her cheek, stroking her cheek with my thumb "you have to be the normal one out of the two"

"And what? You're not normal?"

I gave her a little smile and cupped her cheek to bring her in for a kiss before I replied "No"

I kissed her once shortly and was about to start walking the remaining steps to her car when she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Mmmm, that was a pretty normal kiss so I don't know-" I stopped her, bringing my lips down again on hers, moving mine around hers and capturing her bottom one with mine.

"Okay, alright" she said hurriedly pulling back with a smile "you're a beast I get it" she joked and moved back to let me go "you have an impostor to catch right? Don't let me stop you"

"I already caught him but yeah, I should get going" she nodded, giving me one short kiss before walking to her car by herself, giving that I had parked mine in the opposite direction.

The whole Reddington thing was resolved that day, and after a coalition of criminals got away from us, we just had to wait for Keen to tell us Reddington's end game. For that night, I went back home.

I found it odd the fact that next day, there was only me in the task force, I searched in my phone to see if I had missed a memo, but before I could do so, Cooper came down from his office and told me Liz had been attacked last night, and was currently in the Hospital.

I drove there, and after checking that she was okay and that Cooper had people going over it to catch the guy, there was nothing else to do for me than go home.

As soon as I parked and exited my car, I saw Maggie close the front door. I walked to her while she checked on her purse and skipped on the porch stairs without looking up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, she looked up at me a little scared that I was coming home so early.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, taking her car keys from the purse and hanging it fashionably to her forearm "did you forget something?"

"There wasn't anything for me to do in the Post office" I gently grabbed her hand and looked up and down at her, waiting for her to answer my previous question. "you look nice"

"Yeah, just nice is right" she complained and rolled her eyes a bit "you know the card you gave me? I called this morning and the receptionist said the director could see me in an hour so I had to rush"

She looked at her watch and I took the hint.

"Don't let me stop you then" she gave me a smile and leaned in to give me a fast kiss, then walked around me and into her car to drive off.

If she hadn't thought of taken the job today, I more than likely would've plopped down next to her on the couch and told her to pick a travel destination, knowing that Liz would be in the hospital for at least 5 days, then who knew when she would be cleared to go back in for consultations.

Knowing that my schedule was always messy and that I didn't know where in the world I would end up when I entered the post office, I had set up in my mind that every extended period of time that I got off would be used to hang out with Mags outside of town.

I had to admit that even though I liked Maggie having her own thing, I liked it more when I knew she was at home waiting for me, which was kind of selfish, but that meant having her all for myself, and most of the time that was all I wanted.

Not having anything else to do, I changed into comfortable clothes and waited for her to return, realizing that maybe stay at home and waiting for your other half wasn't as fun a ups I thought, I sat down in the couch and settled for a movie, and when it was near finishing Maggie walked in, looking for me with a little confused frown.

I stood up from the couch to greet her when she walked into the living room.

"Hey, how did it go?" I asked, waiting for her to leave her purse on the couch.

"Great?" She said while frowning "I don't know, it feels a little sketchy"

We walked around the couch while she talked to sit down.

"I was there thinking that I needed to prove myself that I wanted this job, this is my thing. But instead he told me that he had gotten some really good references from me at MIT where I graduated, obviously my old bosses across the country and now that Bronton Security, which were their biggest competitor, is gone, he wanted to open the new branch of the architecture firm with what I do, safe houses and shelters and whatnot. And he finished it by saying that he wants me to run it. Doesn't that sound sketchy to you?"

"It sounds like he had some good references on your work and trusts your abilities. I don't see how any of what came out of that interview is a bad thing" I said while wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer, she pulled her legs up on the couch and unhooked her high heels

"It feels like it's all set up, like I didn't earn any of that" she made a gesture with her hand and finished with her shoes.

"I think" I said while pulling her legs on top of mine, running my hand alongside them "that you're that good, and he giving you the best he can offer is a great statement of what people think of you. And besides, I checked the firm and everyone involved in it. It might feel sketchy but it's not, Reddington had nothing to do with this"

"You checked the firm?" She asked a lot less angry than with I expected.

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure what he was setting you up for. If I thought this was him still trying to make you work for him I would've never given you the card. He must've sensed that you working for him had a strain on our relationship, and maybe decided to the the honorable thing and stepped aside"

She gave me a twist of lips while she moved her eyes to the side.

"You have earned this Maggie, this is what you wanted to do right? To run your own thing?" She still looked hesitant, and I would be weary too, job interviews never went that well. "When do you start?"

"Assuming I took the job, which I did, the director said that I had to put together a team to launch the branch of the department, and that takes time."

"Well, you can't do that on an empty stomach Nick Fury" that got a huff out of her, then a chuckle "let's grab some lunch, and when we come back from our quick escapade, you can get to work"

I stood up from the couch and took her hand when she lifted it up to me to help herself off the couch.

"Escapade? Where? Didn't we just got back from a vacation?"

"Are you saying 'no' to a paid vacation with your boyfriend?" I said over my shoulder while he walked upstairs for her to get changed and for me to pick up my wallet.

"It's not that, it's just that... I mean don't you have to work? I doubt they are just giving you vacations all willy nilly."

"Liz is taking some time to recover and since Reddington only talks to her, there's nothing else we can do but wait for her to come back"

"Recover from what?" She busies herself looking for comfortable clothes other than the tight pencil skirt she was wearing that so nicely accentuated her behind. Maybe I was too charmed by it and I saw her bend over to were my eyes had fixated, breaking me from my trance "my eyes are right here" she motioned at them with once finger and a little smirk

"You're putting your back to me, what do you want me to do?" I excused while I moved to seat on the bed and wait for her.

"So, Liz is recovering from what?"

"She got attached last night by some media believer. She got beat up"

She turned from the wardrobe and gave me a little horrified look.

"And you want to go on a vacation? Did you at least visited at the hospital?"

"Yeah, I did, and Cooper said he had it handled. And honestly, Reddington's prima ballerina was hurt and he's more than likely taking matters in his own hand. Hurry up and let's go have lunch"

She turned to me and quipped back

"Well excuse me sir" she pulled out a pair of jeans finally and gave me a twist of her eyebrows "everytime you come home from work I wait for you with dinner on a silver platter, where's my home made lunch"

"Wouldn't want you to get food poisoning, I'm taking care of you"

She shook her head with a little puff and pulled on her jeans over her legs.

"Some day you better cook for me" she pulled out a jacket to put on while we began walking out.

"I'm taking you on vacation, that's my boyfriend duty covered right there"

[cumberficsandmore-blog]

Spelling Fights

Word Count: 1,816

Authors: Deka & Ale

Warning: None, just fluffiness

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Wife!Reader

Summary: The little fight between an American and a British couple

Credits to this video for the awesome interview: https://youtu.be/eX2M6Lf8WKc

“So, the interview is tonight at eight, right?” I asked, standing behind the scenes of The Hobbit, Ben had just finished his scene as Smaug with the sensors and the tech stuff.

“Yes, but don’t get nervous. You’ll be fine” Benedict smirked, mocking me.

Oh, seriously Benny? He started the game, not knowing I was going to win again. This little game consisted in making fun of each other because of our nationalities, that cute british bastard.

“Of course I’ll be fine” I responded with my head high, I was too proud to quit now.

“But don’t forget that we’re in England. I’m worried people won’t understand what you’re saying, that’s all” He said.

“I can speak properly and I’m sure everyone will get my words, darling” I added with a british accent.

“But I can speak sexier” He winked at me.

“I’m afraid you don’t. ‘Football’, really? Soccer says almost everyone”.

“Everyone is only America? C’mon. At least I don’t say ‘math’, the right way to say it is Maths, you uncultured woman”

I was quiet for a moment, “FREEDOM” I shouted, and the fight began.

Two hours after the little chat with Benedict, we were at home having lunch before getting prepared for the interview. We looked at each other giggling, both of us knew what was going to happen, and we were prepared for the battle. At the beginning it all started as a joke, but now was a whole new rivalry. Ben was chosing a few cookies to eat and I was making some tea, it was a relaxing silence but then my dear husband started screaming.

“That is not how you make tea!” He cried out trying to sound attacked.

“Oh my God, are you serious? We’re not having that conversation again. I highly recommend you to leave the kitchen or…”.

He kissed my cheek interrupting and I smiled wildly.

“I love you, you know that? But maybe we should change tasks. Let me take care of this and you pick the cookies. Deal?”.

I sighed dramatically.

“Yes, we better”.

“Yeah, you can’t just squish the tea bag with the spoon. That’s wrong, love”

“Sorry Mr. Britishguy Sillyname”

He laughed and so did I.

Now we were waiting for someone to tell us to enter the room where the interview was held, everyone took turns, first was Richard Armitage, then Martin and Benedict and I were the last ones. As an actress I was in a lot of movies with Ben. Directors and writers had told us that we have an unique chemistry, but I didn’t appear in The Hobbit trilogy. I joined the crew as a make-up artist and helped with the script, as a big fan of Tolkien I couldn’t miss that opportunity for anything in the world.

“They’re taking a lot of time, aren’t they?” Benedict said, I couldn’t tell if he was worried or excited.

“Is there anything you know about this interview that I don’t?” I asked calmly, “you’re into something, right?”

“Me? Nah. Oh, wait, do you smell that?”.

“Smell what?”.

“Fear”.

I rolled my eyes.

“Okay Smaug the Almighty Destructor of Villages, what have you done?”

“Nothing, I swear!”

He stroked gently my waist.

“Mr. and Mrs Cumberbatch, it’s your turn” announced a blonde woman who happened to be the interviewer.

Before doing so we greeted Martin and talked with him a few seconds. Then, Benedict held the door for me to walk in, so british of him. The purest gentleman.

“Good evening, and thanks a lot for attending me, it’s an honor to have you both here”.

I smiled at her and he shaked her hand.

“My name is Meriah Doty. So, firstly, how are you today?”.

“Great, yeah. Great indeed, although it’s brass monkeys out there”.

Damn.

“It means it’s cold outside” He whispered.

I could see in his smiley face he was forcing himself not to laugh.

“You don’t say!” I answered sarcastically.

Meriah cleared her throat and started to ask Benedict some questions fans sent her via Twitter and Facebook. I was getting a bit bored but then an interesting question popped up.

“So, @CumbercookieLove34 asked: how is it to work with your wife? Is it any competition between you two?”

I crossed my arms, paying full attention now.

“Competition?”.

He pretended to be searching for an answer.

“I wouldn’t name it a competition, but he’s always insulting me. Not in a bad way, you know? But… he’s very silly most of the time, ‘cause I’m the only American in the crew, with Lee Pace of course, but he’s as glorious as Thranduil so Benedict kind of forgives him somehow” I said suddenly.

“The thing is,” Ben started, ”she can’t manage my britishness and she’s mad because she only speaks a simplified version of English” he played the victim.

“Watch your mouth Buttercup Cumberpatch” and I rolled my eyes for what seemed the 10000th time. Meriah laughed again, ”See?” I turned around to face her, “I’m so tired”.

Ben patted my back and gave me that Puppy Eye’s Look, he really knows how to do that look and make you feel guilty.

“You can’t really imagine how is living with him. Complains about the tea and when I send him a text sometimes I spell words with only an ‘O’ instead of ‘OU’ and it drives him crazy, for instance, but he truly does everything he can just to irritate me” I said releasing a sigh. Meriah laughed again, really this girl is just supposed to laugh? “But then he’s a complete sweetheart and his polite self takes control so he says sorry all the time” I chuckled.

Benedict laughs uncontrollably.

“But hey, we love each other after all, so don’t worry, we’re gonna stick together until the end” I said looking straight to the camera.

“‘Gonna’” He repeated.

“Yep” I stated marking the ‘p’.

“Well, you guys are definitely the cutest couple of all time. We’re playing a game now. I searched photos of the cast and you’re going to guess who are they just by looking at their feet” The interviewer said excitedly.

“This is gonna be so much fun” I said already laughing, oh my God, I turned into Meriah.

“So, this is the first one” she showed us a picture of a person with his face and body covered.

“Ugh, whoever that is they got some weird looking feet” I commented.

“Martin Freeman” Benedict said without thinking twice. The interviewer giggled.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, how could you… how ca… Wait what? Do you have a foot fetish for Martin? Oh my God I knew it!” I fangirled in front of camera, “just so you know, people…” (I paused to create a little of dramatism) “I ship Johnlock”.

Both Benedict and Meriah laughed so hard that I swear I heard a snort.

“That’s actually quite right. I took her to the Sherlock Set once and every time we finished a scene with strong content, like the one in the pool or when I jumped… well, you know, spoilers. The point is that she always clapped and hugged Martin and I, and I remember perfectly she said ‘You two are so shippable’. Oh, was that too long? I’m sorry I just wanted to tell the story” He giggled shyly while blushing.

“Oh, and by the way, sorry Martin, you have wonderful feet” I smiled.

“You two are so cute, guys” Meriah complimented. “So, the second one is… this!” She showed us another picture.

“Mmm… James Nesbitt?” I guessed.

“Peter Jackson” Benedict said. No hesitation.

“Yeah! Point for Benedict!” Meriah told us.

“What?! I swear this guy has a foot fetish” I tried to mask my bad loser mood.

“I’m so good at this” He said proudly.

“Okay, so this one is a bit difficult but the black and white is the key” The interviewer said revealing the photo.

It was pretty obvious that it was taken a lot of years ago.

“Mmm...”

“Richard?” Ben inquired.

“Ian McKellen!” I literally shouted, I was sure it was him.

“Correct! You’re good Y/N” Meriah greeted me.

“In your face Buttercup!” I did a short but intense party dance in the chair, “I guessed it and you didn’t!” Ben just watched me as he smiled sweetly. “Maybe the feet are overexposed”

“Yeah, I don’t know why Ian McKellen’s feet are overexposed” He said in his Sherlock kind of voice, “that was rude…”

The three of us laughed.

“The next one,” Meriah said “is this one!” She showed us a photo of two people jumping in the air.

“Mmmm…” I started thinking, “one is Benedict, I know it, but the oth…”

“Me and Jonny Lee Miller” He said quickly, “Jonny Lee Miller and I” He corrected himself.

“Amazing! And Martin Freeman corrected me because his face was plastered in Johnny Lee Miller’s…, my bad” Meriah said.

“Yeah, that’s bullshit. Who did that?” He went to grab the photo.

“I thought it was him, I found it like that on the internet” She explained. “Okay, next and last one”.

“Oh Lord” I exclaimed. Benedict stretched out in his chair and approached the lady with the photograph.

“Richard… Armitage?” He wondered, confused.

“I… don’t know…  Stephen Hunter?”

The interviewer showed us the whole picture.

“Evangeline, oh my God” Benedict covered his mouth, surprised, “Oh my God” He laughed really hard, “Fuck” He kept laughing, covering his eyes with the palm of the hand.

“Well, that" I pointed at him with my finger ”is definitely rude”

I was super tired so I decided to sit in the back of the car so I could lay down and fall asleep more easily, but instead of that, I was staring at Benedict’s side profile.

“You’re beautiful” he declared suddenly.

He kept his eyes on the road but I noticed he was grinning.

“You are beautiful too, and I love your accent” I said sternly and he smiled sweetly, “and I also love your otter face”

He tried not to laugh too much so he couldn’t get distracted.

“You have the otter face… otter face.” He tried to make a good insult and failed.

“You sure it’s me who has that face? Your cumberbitches and probably the rest of the multiverse says it’s you who owns that title, my love”

“It’s cumbercollective” He sighed and rolled his eyes, copying me.

“We all know it is and will always be cumberbitches, get over it Buttercup”

“Not gonna happen”.

“Gonna? It seems like I’m who rules the relationship”.

“You’ve always ruled the relationship”

“I’m glad you’re day by day recognizing facts. Today’s been ‘gonna’, I’m curious about what’s gonna “I laughed hard when I said that” be tomorrow”.

“Oh, shut up”

That night, as we did since the very first time we shared a bed, we slept cuddling, then in the morning our innocent little verbal war continued.

[jennyleeworks]

interview

Interview: Justin Kwak

1.21.17, 1:30pm, 00:15:27

 Me: Tell me a story.

-pause-

-chuckles-

J: What kind of story?

Me: Any story.

J: Any story?

-pause-

J: mmmm…

-pause-

J: What do you wanna know?

-pause-

Me: Anything.

J: Anything?

Me: Yeah.

       Any story. Just tell me a story.

J: A story?

Me: Yeah.

J: …Real or fake?

Me: It doesn’t matter

J: Really? Mm..

-pause-

  I don’t know.. I’ll talk about my family cuz that’s the easiest thing for me.

   Um…. I’ll tell you a story about myself.. eh..

-laughter-

    I was.. I was.. alright..uh.. I was born in Seattle, um.. but I moved to northern Virginia, like, two years after, and.. from there my dad started his, uh, his-- he started practicing law in Virginia. But then.. uh, not really but then, but it’s really.. I moved around a lot. So.. this is weird.

-laughter-

    Um.. I started out and I was predomnily—pre-dom-i-nant-ly raised in Loudoun County. um.. the.. I.. even within Loudoun County, because school districts changed a lot. Uh.. I lived in different.. mm I went to different schools, so.. it was interesting. Um.. my parents are both music majors, so they love music, and they’re like-- they’re-- like, borderline prodigy for music. And, uh, when I was, um, born, when me and my sister were born, they were both really really hyped about, um, us because they thought we would be like ~musical prodigies of the world~, but then, uh… they found out that that was not true the first practice

-laughter-

  When I first played piano, uh, my dad walked into the practice room and was like.. “you suck”

-muffled laughter-

  So I literally, from that day I was like “I’m not playing anymore,” so I quit piano. My mom, uh, she taught violin to me. Um… during practices, when she leaves the room, I would use the violin as, like, a biolax (?) with, and the, or like a shield, and use the bow as a sword and I would fight off imaginary things inside the library. Um.. so I knew violin wasn’t it, either.

-laughter-

  So, my parents gave up on me in terms of musical talents.. but.. I think….. there.. I.. I wanna say i..i.. I’m not really musically talented but I really enjoy music.. um.. not really so much instrumentally, but more so vocally? Or just… in terms of listening to music? Um..

-pause-

  I got really involved within choir starting from middle school.. um.. I had a, I had this really… really.. I don’t know what else to say but fat –chuckling- choir director, um, he was like a, this, he sa-- he sang like an angel but he looked like… he looked like a—like the girl from Willy Wonka that ate the blueberry.

-laughter-

  but, um.. he taught me a lot about singing and music, so I really really enjoyed choir, uh.. so, like, that was in middle school.. um… I- I got really into singing and I did districts every year, um.. it was to the point where, where one year I actually got number one in districts, in terms of score, but.. uh.. and then my, my choir director, the chubby guy, he let me, um… he didn’t let me fr-- audition for regionals, but he let me do states. I got into states, but.. I don’t think he thought I was good enough for regionals, so then, after that, uh, a-after getting into states, I thought that was kinda the end for me, but I really really enjoyed that experience, um… I think… I think now since we’re kinda on the theme of music.. um..

-pause-

  I don’t know… I don’t know what else to say…. But.. I really enjoyed music

-laughter-

  Oh, when I was growing up in music, I think, um.. the two biggest things for me and my family was music and food, um… if we’re not eating or cooking, my parents’d be practicing, um.. my dad would sing and play piano and my mom would play violin.. um… I wouldn’t really be practicing cuz im just eating, but

-laughter-

  um.. yea, uh…. All the time… we spent together is.. uh, even when we go out, its like we go to see concerts. Not like rock concerts, but we’d go to.. my dad always took initiative to take us to Kennedy Center or, um, different musical events, so that we would be more cultured, and also enjoy the things they enjoy, um.. cuz they’re both uh, mas – they both have masters in music.. um.

-long pause-

  I think..

-pause-

  ..the best part about having musical parents is that.. uh… they can express how they feel not only through how they speak to you, but how they play. Like, when my mom gets frustrated sometimes, she would just throw a little tantrum and just pick up her violin and play, like, angry music, but, like, its, like, angry but its so beautiful and that’s cuz she’s so good, so, its really fun to see how, um.. they use music in their daily lives, um.. and I think also.. music and their relationship has.. been.. it empowers the relationship, uh.. because the connections they make by playing music together is really, is really pretty, uh.. like, back in, uh.. back in NOVA, we had l—we had.. a really nice piano, and, every night my parents would play together. Uh, my room was upstairs like right above the music room, uh, every night I would hear my dad sing and my mom play violin to, like, worship songs, or just any classical music, so..

-pause-

  I think... music has the ability to really strengthen relationships, and..

-pause-

  now we’re talking about relationships, interesting.. uh.. speaking of relationships!,.. that’s kinda weird but, er- anyways, uh.. I think.. my mom and dad’s relationship is really special, um… they’re not particularly like, the stereotypical movie love, or like they’re head over heels for each other, but.. um.. they’re very consistent, um.. everyday they see each other.. like.. they don’t hug, they don’t kiss, they don’t hold hands, they’re more like brother and sister, but, um.. they.. they really show that they appreciate each other, um.. I think... that’s ideal? But, um..

-pause-

  I’ll talk about my dad and my mom. I don’t know, I can only talk about my family right now, cuzilovemyfamly, um.. my dad.. he’s really hard working, um.. he makes so many sacrifices for us, and.. my mom, she makes so many sacrifices for us, she gave up her music career just to raise us, um… I think, as m-- as sm--.. whuh…  I feel—I feel bad for both my mom and dad cuz they did so much, like my dad, um, like, at one point in Korea, we were—we were like, so like ninth grade we moved to Korea, um.. I went to an online high school called George Washington Online High School, and… it was so expensive. like, it’s more expensive than the tuition here. Like, one year of that online high school is, would be like 8 years here.. so literally, my dad was struggling so much to, uh, provide financial support for that, and it was to the point where, um…

-pause-

  its kinda down low but he sold all his valuables to provide for my education, um.. like, he gave up his watches, his rings, except for his engagement ring, and.. um, he didn’t—he didn’t even tell me until, like, like a year later; we were freaking out. Wer—we thought that when he packed the—his stuff, like, the Chinese people took it or something, like, umm.. he—he doesn’t like making us worry about anything so he would do everything behind the scenes.. and then.. my mom too, um…

-pause-

  she never complains about how, like.. how.. she w—she—I guess she does regret not starting a professional career in music, because she coulda gotten really far, but she chose not to. So.. I think that’s.. a very big burden to me, um.. especially starting college now, like… I wanna do really well so that, um.. later on, they don’t have to make any more sacrifices, mm.. like… I promised my dad that I would work really hard so that everything he pays back we pay back ten times more. My mom, I wanna-- I wanna be able to, um, make her travel more cuz she loves traveling, um..

-pause-

  So overall, I think… growing up… I got to see th—the highs and lows of my parents, um.. I’ve seen how… how f—money plays a part eh—and—how relationships, and how family, and, uh.. is a lot more important than anything else, uh, even though, uh.. we lived here broke, even if.. we eat, like, the same thing every single day, it’s all through love, so, I think, uh, family is a huge part of my life, uh.. and, I don’t know, I don’t know what else to say.

-pause-

  Mmm.. my sister! I have a sister!

-laughter-

  and I have a dog! I got my dog in Kor—I’ll talk about my dog first. I love my dog. Her name is Kiwi, she’s about… - gestures to arm- the size of my forearm, um.. she’s 10 pounds—she’s 9.8 pounds, she has like golden slash brown fur, she’s a… she’s a mix.. we’re not exactly sure but we think she’s a little bit a everything, but, we got her in Korea, uh..

-pause-

  I think she hates me.. but,

-laughter-

  I don’t know, she loves—it’s a love-hate relationship. Um, in Korea, when she wasn’t potty trained, she pooped in—SHE ONLY pooped and peed in my room.. I don’t know if she hates me but,

-laughter-

  At one point I hated her, but then, um, I think, she’s a big part of our family, she always makes us smile, um.. she’s really lazy, she loves to eat like us, uh, she sings along when my mom practices violin, um.. that’s my dog. I love my dog.

 Uh my sister.. she’s really needy, like.. she’s—she’s exact opposite of me, she loves—she loves, like, giving hugs to me, she loves, um, taking pictures, she loves, um.. she’s very…. Clingy?.. but..I guess that’s how she shows her affection towards me?.. but, I feel kinda bad cu—we talked about this yesterday, uh, she messaged me yesherdey—yes-ter-day, about how, how she feels

-laughter followed by pause-

  she feels as though I don’t love her, and the only reason why I love her is because she’s family and if she wasn’t family I wouldn’t care for her. So, I felt kinda bad but it was kinda late so I told her to go to sleep cushe—I thought she was—she was going weird. She has these moments where, um…. I… she just becomes really weird. Like, uh... Sh—there was this time this summer, we were just sitting down doing homework and she would grab, like, the nearest fruit and, like, throw it at me, and she like… she’s weird. Um.. she played a really big part in how I was raised, uh.. cuz my dad’s always working, my mom taught a lot of violin, so, um.. a lot of the days it was just me and my sister, so, I think she raised me a lot.. she’s…

-pause-

  Yeah she raised me a lot, in terms of, um.. being proper, being more.. um.. like controlling my behavior while my parents were more.. discipline, um… but.. sometimes I feel bad about not giving her enough affection, but sometimes I don’t because I feel as though, like, if I give her affection… then, um…

-pause-

  I don’t know.. I feel.. it’s—it’s a very interesting relationship between me and her, uh… I think, right now, the closest person I am with--.. like the closest.. I am.. t—mm – nuh.. what do I say? How do you—how do you phrase this? The closest person to me right now, in terms of, um, comfort, um, and…

-pause-

-phone vibrates from text message-

  It’s my sister.

-laughter-

  um.. in terms of everything is actually my sister, uh.. what’s next?

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  goinof.. (?) okay! I talked about my family, I talked about my sister, I talked about my parents, I talked about my dog, um... what else… Do you have any questions? About my family?

Me: I think while you were talking you answered all the questions I had.

J: Oh really?

Me: Yeah.