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doudouneverte · 6 months

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Gold-friend

a/n: I wanted to write something for the new Ballon d'Or winner

*not my GIF* (look at this tiny queen)

Pairing: Aitana Bonmatí x Fem!Reader

Summary: surprise

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 1881

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Euro 2022

The Spain national team got kicked out of the competition by the Lionesses. Back in Spain, Aitana found peace with the only person she could call home, you.

For you, you spent the rest of the summer trying to cheer her up and helping her prepare for the next season.

Even if she said it every day, the midfielder would never voice too much how grateful she was that you were with her in every big step of her career.

Season 22-23

Being a nurse and working almost every day meant that you sometimes couldn't be there for your girlfriend when she played. But working with nosy co-workers helped you measure how much the blaugranas' midfielder started to shine.

To be fair, you didn't mean it, but when you walked up to two people talking about football, you wanted to tell them to go back to work until they mentioned Aitana's name.

They were talking about her big performance on the pitch and her awesome season. And what a season it was. Leading the Liga F alone, far away from the runner-up, confirmed that Barcelona was in good spirits, and things were even more incredible when you saw them in the Champions League.

Of course, even if you had to work a lot, you tried to see her play as much as you could.

Champions League Final

Back from a party to celebrate their championship title, Aitana crashed on the couch next to you. A movie was running on the TV, but the football player knew she had all your attention. She rested her head on your lap and enjoyed the silence for a moment until something came to her mind.

"¿Amor?(My love)" She called you carefully.

"¿Si?" You replied and started to play with her hair.

"Are you free in June?" She asked without really hoping for a positive reply.

"Umm, I have to check, but I think I asked to have two days off. Why?"

"Do you want to do something special to celebrate our first place?"

"Uh, yeah, but I was more hoping to use those days to see you play the Champions League's final. But we can do anything you want."

"Well, I wanted to ask you if you—wait, what?" She brutally stood up, almost hitting you in the process.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

You looked at her like she grew a second head. "Uh, I said that I wanted to see you play. Is that a problem?"

The midfielder grinned and covered your face with a lot of kisses.

"You're welcome." You joked.

"Now, come on, we both need to sleep." She turned off the TV and dragged you to the bedroom.

~~~~~

After the finale whistle, Barcelona were sacred champions. You were frenetically moving in your seat while the girls were celebrating. A few minutes later, you were allowed on the pitch; you only had some free seconds to thank the girls before a short body crashed against yours.

"Oh, calmate, cariñosa, let me thank other girls before." You were very amused by her antics.

"I'm really happy that you came." She confessed while all her teammates were making fun of her.

"I'm really happy too."

After a lot of celebration, you were back in the blaugranas' hotel, cuddling with your girlfriend in her room. "Are you sure you can't come to Australia?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. But don't worry, I'll support you." You reassured her.

Word Cup

You had to follow the whole competition during your night shift because of the different time zones. But that was not the worst part. The worst part was everything that happened on the other side of the globe without you being there to support her.

You were working the day of the finale, and almost all the hospital exploded with joy after the final whistle. Everybody matched your enjoyment, and it was totally understandable.

Ballon d'Or

Aitana was on her way to her hotel, but something was stuck in her mind.

"Don't make this grumpy face; you're about to be classified as one of the best players in the world." Salma said trying to change her mind.

"I'm not making a grumpy face."

"Yes, you are. You have since we arrived here. What's the problem? Aren't you excited?"

"Of course I am."

"But?"

"There's no but."

"So you don't look happy when you clearly deserve everything that's happened today?"

"I'm happy; it's just that..." She stopped when the car stopped, and thankfully for her, Patri and Mapi were already there to welcome them.

"Thanks, some people are excited about this day." Salma said dramatically when she get out of the car.

Her teammates gave her a strange look, but they didn't need to question it when they saw Aitana.

"She's definitely taking it more well than I imagined." Patri whispered to the defender, who looked at her very confusedly. "I thought she would be crying and complaining about how much she wanted Y/n to be there." She explained.

"You know what? I'll not even try to talk with you. Let's just try to make her look less grumpy until the ceremony." The defender said.

"I'm not grumpy!" The midfielder spoke loudly while she entered the hotel.

"Yep, definitely grumpy." The three other players said together.

Okay, to be honest, Aitana may have been grumpy, but only because she was worried. You were supposed to be with her this night, but you didn't answer her last text. And she sent it a few hours ago.

In the room where she was supposed to get ready, she found Fridolina, who came a little earlier. The tall woman greeted her with open arms, something that she felt she needed.

"Nervous?" The Swedish player asked, and the Spanish one just nodded. "Is it about tonight or about Y/n?" She asked even if she already knew the answer.

"Both," Aitana said, sitting next to her teammate, "maybe more about Y/n than about tonight. She was supposed to text me when she arrived in Paris, but I didn't receive anything. I try to not freak out. I'm saying to myself that maybe she just had an emergency at work, but if it was, she always told me."

"Don't worry, I'm sure she's just doing something and forgot to tell you." Her teammate tried to reassure her.

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A few hours later, the girls were ready to leave, but the midfielder was still waiting for your text.

"Hey, stop worrying; I'm sure she will come with your parents." Mapi said while forcing the brunette out.

Outside, a vehicle was waiting for them. Someone opened the door for them. Your girlfriend was the first one to enter, but she stopped immediately.

"¿Qué haces aquí? (What are you doing here?)" The short girl asked, making all the players behind them stop.

"Nunca me perdería esto por nada. (I would never miss this for anything.)" You replied.

"Oh, look at who finally decided to show up." Patri commented, making you snort.

"Okay girls, I would like to talk, but I think you're waiting somewhere, so what are you waiting for?" You reminded them.

During the whole ride, Aitana had her head pressed against your shoulder while her hands were stuck in yours.

"I think that's the first time I've seen her smile since we arrived here." Salma said loudly, making everyone laugh in the process.

"She just missed her girl; I think it's fair." Mapi defended her.

"And I missed you too." You whispered to your girlfriend before landing a kiss on her head, which made all the girls coo at the same time.

~~~~~

"...And the winner for the women's Ballon d'Or is... Aitana Bonmatí." Everybody was applauding, and you started to feel tears in your eyes' corners.

During her speech, you were remembering all the moments you spent together. Since the first time you met her when you were just two kids until now. And it was a long journey.

There were tears, exhaustion, and loss, but there was also victory and joy every time you watched her play, the tittles, collectively or personally. And above all, there was love. The same love for the same girl since you were kids.

The same with whom you lived with since almost four years, the same girls who were always there for you when you needed the most, the same who knew you maybe more than yourself.

In the reflection of the video that were shown about her journey, you were seeing what she could achieve later and what you could both have been in the future.

After the ceremony and the photo, you were back in the hotel when something came to Aitana's mind. In front of the hotel, while every girl started to fill the building, the midfielder used that moment to keep you behind.

"Hey, is everything okay?" You asked when you felt her hand on your arm.

"Can we walk away? Don't worry, it's just for a few minutes."

"Yeah, of course." You let her lead the way until she found a spot not too dark with some lovely spotlights. She took your hands and made you look at her.

"Amor, I want to thank you for being here today with me and just being in my life. I-I know that I tell you every day, but I love you. I'm in love with you, and it's not going to change. You're one of the reasons why I'm here today and why I became so good. I wouldn't be able to do this without you."

"I'm sure you would."

"Please don't ruin it."

"I'm sorry."

"I was thinking about it for a moment now, and when I saw you tonight, it confirmed what I thought. Y/n, I want to spend my life with you, to be able to love you and be worth yours for the rest of my life. Y/n Y/l/n, would you marry me?" She showed you a velvet box with a beautifulring in it.

"Wow, do you mean like right now? I know that Paris is called the city of love, but I think we need someone to officialize everything." You replied.

"Stop being a smartass and answer, please." She slapped your arms, making you laugh.

"Of course I do." You replied, and she finally smiled again. "I would be a fool if I declined the offer." You added.

"Can we finish that? It started to be cold." You chuckled while she placed the ring on your finger. You both stayed looking at each other for a few seconds before finally kissing.

The cute moment was interrupted by some applause from the other girls.

"What are you doing here?" Aitana asked, a little embarrassed, to the audience.

"Patri wanted to follow you; and Mapi agreed." Salma said earning a nudge from the two older women.

"Who cares about that? We're proud of you." Patri said while she quickly came to hug her teammate. Quickly after, all the girls came to hug you both and congratulate you.

On your way back, you had your arm around Aitana's shoulder. Listen to the girls talking about the ceremony with a big smile on your face. You looked at the midfielder under your arm and gave her a light kiss on her shoulder.

"Te quiero."

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shawnxstyles · 2 years

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ten times faster

DATE: JULY 29, 2022

summary: as the gang hangs out at your place, peter and you get into an argument about if a guy knows a girl’s body more than her own. when you tell peter that you can come better alone than with him, he decides to prove you wrong.

words: 2.3k

song: A Kiss- the driver era <3

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [nipple play, fingering] hair pulling, dirty talk?) language, way too much dialogue to deal with

note: this is a random thing i found in my notes and i actually had time to finish it?? i love smut, but let’s be honest, i’m not that good at writing it. but here’s this. frat!peter x female!reader

gif is not mine!

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“i mean, i think the girl would know her own body the best, i’m just saying,” you stated, sipping on your cheap wine as you laid against the couch. you rested your hand on the arm and crossed your legs. you and your friends were having a night in, discussing topics that were anything but age appropriate.

“girls never get to finish anyway,” betty adds and ned looks at her with the most shocked and hurtful look known to man, “hey! that does not include me. i finish every time. if not more.”

we all gag and pretend to throw up while ned whispers a thanks, babe to betty behind it all. you roll your eyes, ready to move on when mr. thinks-he-knows-it-all-just-because-he-gets-good-grades steals the spotlight (clearly you have some frustrations with school and he does not help).

“i mean, i’ve never been with a girl who hasn’t finished,” peter arrogantly voices with a small smirk curling on his face. you didn’t even know girls slept with him (don’t lie, he’s mildly cute. even attractive at most. okay, he’s very attractive. better?) you almost didn’t say anything.

“what is that even supposed to mean?”

“it means the guy knows his girl’s body more than she knows her own,” he shrugs as if he has said the most simplistic thing in the world. peter tilts his beer bottle as he empties it. he makes an overly exaggerated ahh sound of relief as he downs the liquid. it makes you even more irritated.

“how does that even make sense?! just because you’ve had sex with a bunch of girls doesn’t mean you know their bodies. let alone, made them come,” you bit at him, sitting up in your seat. you were no longer at peace with your wine and the couch wasn’t as comfortable as it had been. even though he is one of the smartest people you know (but you would never admit that), sometimes, peter’s stupidity surprises you.

and to note, it was no doubt, blatantly obvious, and super clear— that peter was your least favorite in the group. you could bet he thought the same towards you too. you two were never really “friends”, but are somehow forced to be together every time if you want to see your actual friends. so that’s how mutual friends were created. don’t you love them?

you don’t. at least not this one.

“princess, you don’t need to be jealous of other girls. if you wanted me to help you out—”

“jealous? how conceited are you? you think i want to sleep with you so you can ‘help’ me? please, i know for a fact i can make myself finish ten times faster and stronger than you ever could,” and with that you snatched the bottle of wine and poured a large measurement into your glass. you chugged a good amount and while doing so, you saw peter’s infamous smirk taunting you from the corner of your eye. you set down your nearly empty glass and excused yourself to the bathroom.

“i love watching two people fight over something exhaustingly stupid. it’s entertaining,” mj says as she sips her tea because she was the driver for the night, “this is going to be very interesting.”

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as the night comes to a close, you hug and wave off your friends. you say goodbye to mj, betty, and ned and realize peter wasn’t around. you close the front door with a confused look on your face. when you turn around to clean up the wine glasses, peter comes walking into the living room.

“they left, you know,” you say as you bend down to pick up all the glasses, wrappers, and bottles.

“i’m aware,” peter replies as he follows you into the kitchen. you dump all of the garbage in the trash can and wash your hands.

“then why are you still in my house?” you wit, drying off your hands. without looking, you hear peter’s footsteps getting closer to you in the small kitchen.

“i thought we could test your little theory,” he whispers just over your shoulder and it gives you an odd, unwanted sensation down your spine. you turn your head slightly towards him, so you can see him from the corner of your eye.

“which theory? the one that proves how big of a dick you are?” your chest gets tighter with close proximity, but you still have your wits with you. peter puts his hands on the counter, blocking you from leaving.

you hear him chuckle darkly behind you, which causes you to turn around fully.

“you know what i’m talking about.”

your tailbone is pushed against the edge of the tiled counter when he takes another step toward you. you didn’t even think it was possible to be this close to someone.

there was a heated feeling in your lower belly that you knew all too well, but it was a little different. it’s a lustful feeling, but somewhere inside of you knows that you shouldn’t do this. the wrongness of doing this just makes you want to do it more.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“really? well, let me show you.” he doesn’t wait until you take a deep breath, he just kisses you with hunger and lust. one of his hands from the counter lifts up to caress your neck roughly. you tug at the baby hairs on the back of his neck and you feel him groan in your mouth. one of his fingers gets caught in your hair and he snags it out, but you accidentally moan out.

“oh? you like that?” he releases from the kiss with a smirk, as you try to keep a straight face. he slips off his t-shirt quickly watching your brain rack.

“no—” he lifts you onto the counter and immediately goes back into kissing you with no hesitation. you absentmindedly feel up his body. you’ve never seen him without a shirt on and you would’ve never guessed he was this ripped. you know he saves people for a living, but c’mon on? he gets to be hot too?

what?

okay, you can’t even lie about that. peter IS dangerously attractive whether you hate him or not. it’s a scientific fact in society.

his fingers twists the ends of your shirt and you break the kiss to take it off. you don’t hesitate to get rid of your bra either as you quickly unhook it blindly. peter kisses down your neck harshly as you whimper, trying to keep your moans in. he tugs your hair, now knowing you like it and you can’t help but moan for him. you don’t want him to know how good he’s making you feel, especially when he has barely done anything.

you bit your lip as he kneads your right boob and sucks on your other one. peter sucks around your nipple, pulling and pinching the other one. he spends a good amount of time on your breasts, and if he did it any longer, you sadly might be able to come from just that.

“so i take that you’re a boob guy?” you yank him off of you by his hair. peter groans at the loss of control, so you let go of his hair.

“so you liked it?”

“i never said that—”

“but you never said you didn’t. imagine what it would be like for me to eat you out. may i?” his hand goes straight to the drawstrings on your sweatpants, but you don’t know what he was asking. was he asking if he would take off your sweatpants or eat you out? yes, all of the above is what you wanted to say. oh my god yes a million times yes also came to your head, but that sounds like an agreement to marriage, so maybe not.

“whatever floats your boat, captain,” is what you actually said and you’ve never wanted to hide under a blanket more. embarrassment flows through your veins. however, you stick with it because you can’t change what you said now.

he chuckles with a shake of his head as he slowly tugs your sweatpants down. once they’re off, he pushes your knees to spread your legs and he sees that wet patch of arousal on your panties. peter smirks and you swear you see his brown eyes darken.

“so i take that you’re a boob girl?” he kneads your inner thighs as you huff in frustration.

“shut up and do something,” you roll your eyes.

“aye aye, captain.”

before you could shout and cringe at him, peter’s hands finally go to rub your panties. you whimper as his thumb circles perfectly slow on your clit. you hold his shoulders for balance as you involuntarily move your hips to create faster friction. peter grabs your hips to stop your movements and you whine out.

“more,” you huff, getting wetter and wetter, but aren’t as close to finishing as you can be. he’s deliberately going slow, so you can be tormented.

“tell me what you want, y/n. i’ll probably give it to you,” peter smirks as you looks at you. he removes his hand from your hip to tilt your chin to face him. his eyes are dark and so beautiful it kind of hurts. how can someone so attractive be such a dick? you debate on telling him that you want everything. his mouth, his fingers, his dick. it’s all sounding pretty good right about now.

“dick,” you mumble at him because of his arrogant attitude.

“you want my dick?”

“i—no, i mean yes! but i want your fingers right now,” you squeeze your eyes shut at your neediness and stuttering words. you may be a confident and strong person, but when it comes to sex, you’re the queen at obeying.

“just say please and they’re yours.”

“ugh, you’re such an asshole,” you growl as he flicks your clit three times and you yelp. that little action made you much wetter and he can probably feel that. you are beyond turned on right now and you need him so bad.

“fine! please peter, just do something already!” you grip his shoulders out of irritation and he smiles before yanking your panties down your legs. he rubs you bare for a few moments before he slips two fingers straight into you. you instantly moan out (embarrassing loud), and you can practically feel his ego rising. peter takes his unused hand and pulls at your nipples again. that familiar heat in your belly becomes tighter and tighter as he strategically moves his fingers. peter curls his fingers and twists in a way that’s just so intoxicating and so good that it clouds your mind with lust. you clench around his fingers when he touches a spot deep inside of you.

“you’re so wet. are you going to cum? hmm?” as he talks, his thumb brushes your clit again and you moan again, not trying to hold it back this time.

“peter yes, yes!”

“am i going to make you cum ten times faster and stronger than you can?”

“try me.”

taking the challenge, peter rubs your clit again, while you involuntary open your legs wider, letting him access you deeper. he lowers his head so he’s closer to your ear.

“c’mon love, i know you want to.”

his raspy voice makes you clench around him again and the tightening in your belly finally releases. peter sloppily kisses your neck as you come down from your high.

“good girl,” his deep, sensual voice almost makes you want to do it again. actually, everything he did makes you want to do it again. peter rubs you slowly, drawing your orgasm to a close. he rips off some nearby paper towels and wipes the mess you made. or he made, you should say.

when you go to talk, your voice comes out squeaky, so you clear your throat and try again.

“i still think i can cum faster alone, just so you know,” peter throws the towels in the garbage. you lightly leap off the counter and nearly fall to the ground, but you survive with a little balancing. you bend down to pick up your panties, but they’re gone. you swear you just saw them right there.

“peter—” he turns around with a smirk and your panties twisted around his finger. you gasp, spinning around and grabbing his shirt and throwing it on. you eye him heavily.

“give them back, you dick.”

“or what?”

“or i’m not giving you your shirt back,” you scoff as you cross your arms. his shirt was a bit big for you. meaning, it went down to your mid thighs.

“oh please, keep it. it looks better on you anyway,” he smirks again, looking you up and down and you punch him in the chest. he never has a different expression on his face; just smirking, smirking, and more smirking. “but seriously, i’m keeping these.”

“but why? i really like those ones, asshat! oh my gosh, you probably collect them. you’re a panty collector! i knew you were a weirdo, but jeez, peter,” he coughs looking down, trying to add a comment to your crazy assumption.

“um no. i need to keep these, so when i start telling mj, ned, and betty that i made you cum ten times faster and stronger than you can yourself, i’ll have some proof,” peter winks and starts to walk away. you pinch your face together.

“what are you talking about? you’ll never tell them about this because it never happened! got that?” you shout as he goes across the house. why is he walking around my house?

“whatever floats your boat, captain!”

oh fuck. you’re never living this down.

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cheriladycl01 · 2 months

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The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 4

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

Credit to macrazylive for the GIF

After Saudi, you and Zhou travelled all the way back to Switzerland to the Sauber Factory where you had a debrief. You talked about your unfortunate DNF but how it shouldn't affect you going into Australia. Talked about Zhou's consistent P11 and that he just needed to push a little harder to get in the reach of points.

You'd spent a good few days there, getting photo's, doing promo's for some of the sponsor brands you guys were partnered with this year and trying to work out what you guys could improve on the car.

It was a good few days but, heading back to your parents home was strange. Nowhere had quiet ever felt like home to you, you'd lived between houses and hotels, the closest experience you'd ever had to finding a home was with Zhou and his family.

They would take you out for karting together and you would stay in the spare bedroom.

Once you left Switzerland you spent all your time up until race weekend with your family. Now they were a little older and had retired they'd managed to retire with quite the fortune, enough to keep them going on holidays whenever they felt like it.

They had time for you now, which felt even stranger considering you were never that close to your parents arguably when you needed them the most and now that you were an adult with your own place they wanted to get to know you.

You couldn't decide if it was painful and endearing, but when they asked to attend the Australian race with you, you felt like things were getting weird.

They of course offered to pay for their own flights, hotel and any other expenses but they wanted to actually see you drive.

So now you were sat in the First Class lounge in Qatar waiting for your connection to Australia.

"How are you feeling about the race?" your dad asks you.

"Yeah, I mean... it's been hard you know I have no-one to look up to on the team. Zhou and I are setting the standard together. In some ways that drives me more, but at the same time it's a lot of self learning this year!" you nod, not really sure how you were feeling about your team this year.

"Do you think they'll see you talent and get you in a better car next year?" your mothers asks.

"I'm not sure, Charles did it after one year... maybe I can too. But everyone seems pretty set on where they are right now!" you explain, knowing the grid seemed pretty locked up until 2024. The only place you might be able to go would Red Bull if they took Sergio Perez out, which was likely considering he was struggling to second Max. But he'd most likely be replaced with the Red Bull B team, AlphaTauri. It was all very up in the air.

The race weekend started up and you barley saw people outside of you team. You tried to find Daniel, to see of he'd come round the city with you but it wasn't looking likely with the tight schedule you had.

"Y/N! Y/N Wait up!" a voice shout's coming out of the Ferrari hospitality, you head spins looking to who the voice come from, but because of the accent you already knew.

"Hello Carlos!" you smile, looking over him. He was wearing his team polo similar to you and jeans although you were wearing shorts as it was extremely hot.

"Come with me!" he tells you, grabbing your arm and pulling you through the paddock.

The great thing about the paddock was how busy it was, it was rare for you to get spotted or caught on camera because everyone was running around, moving stuff, getting to the places they needed to be, helping lost fans who had paddock passes.

Carlos pulled you into the back of the Ferrari motorhome close to the garage where the tires were all stacked and lined up.

"You look so beautiful" he smiles, tucking some hair behind your ear. You blushed not expecting the light touch.

"I'm just in my team gear Carlos!" you giggle, not understanding the appeal.

"Well, i think you look beautiful in everything, a true work of art" he smiles and before you can even thank him or react, he places a hand on your cheek. He starts to lean in, and it feels like your heart is moving so quickly unlike everything else that seems to slow.

And the worst part is you find yourself leaning in too.

You'd sworn you'd never date or get involved with a fellow driver just because you knew it wouldn't end well.

However, when your lips joined you couldn't stop yourself pushing yourself closer into him, deepening the kiss further. He held you closer, the kiss getting more and more heated making him grab at your hips, squeezing them tightly.

"Carlos!" you whisper looking into those vacant brown eyes that didn't have a thing swimming behind them other than adoration. You'd always thought his eyes looked so clueless like a confused puppy.

"Yes mi carina" he says looking down at you, in seconds your lifted up pushed against the wall as he helps your legs wrap around him before his lips attach themselves to yours again.

"Carlos, no we cant" you say pulling away, you push against his chest, and unwrap your legs from around his waist, accidentally pushing your crotch into his making him groan in satisfaction. You can feel him under his own trousers and it makes you scramble even quicker to get your two feet on the ground.

"W-What?" he asks panting a little from the heated make-out.

"We- we cant be doing this. We are colleges professional athlete colleges. And, its a conflict of interest. I'd be at risk for loosing my seat. We just cant do anything, I'm sorry" you explain with a frown before walking off. You shake your head, knowing you'd done the right thing, for the betterment of your career.

As a female you always had to be more careful what you did and what you said as your seat was already more at risk than anyone else's on the grid. You couldn't make this kind of blunder as it would simply ruin your career.

You made your way back to the Alpha Romeo garage, and you knew you'd have to avoid Carlos for the rest of the weekend until you could talk to someone privately and trusted about everything that happened.

You knew it would be Zhou, but you couldn't talk to him now with the nosy members in the garage that would always be wondering what was going on the drivers room, just to get the scoop.

The race was the most interesting Carlos head wasnt in the game after what happened with you. He was overthinking everything and when he got onto the race track, that all relayed. He made a stupid move, backed out of an overtake and spun off which was awful considering he'd qualified P8 and has a good line up to make his way up the ranks and get the team more points, maybe even a double Ferrari podium.

You on the other hand was solely focused on racing, your team only told you it was a Ferrari that crashed out, you made your way up the grid from twelfth where you'd originally started to end up in P8, your team were ecstatic for you but again Zhou missed out on the points for a rookie era that cost him, points of a second on P10.

"So how do you feel about P8, great come back after your unfortunate DNF in Saudi!" the interviewer asks you and you had the biggest smile on your face.

"Amazing, obviously its great from the team getting those points again, I think me and Zhou are both still learning as rookies and it can be hard where we are both rookies on the same team, but I think the more races we do the better drivers we become. Today was hard, but I'm happy where we are right now!" you grin explaining to the interviewer your feelings.

"It really was an amazing race for you today. I think I'll be bold and say that all of us are excited to see what you can do in a better car!" he smiles at you and you nod.

"I think it's really funny you say that. As a rookie, coming from F2 the car's are majorly different so getting used to a mid field car is much easier than fighting your own skills in the likes of a Ferrari or Mercedes or a Championship car of the Red Bull. So I'm happy gaining the skills I am, in the car that I am in now. It's a good car and I have a great team behind me!" you explain and he nods, loving your level of maturity.

"Well, we are all really excited to see what you can bring to the table in IMOLA, what do you plan to do with that break?" he asks and you shake your head.

"Yeah, I'm excited for IMOLA, its got some really tight corners that I'm excited to see how the car holds up! As for my break, I'll be training making sure my body is ready for a fight and in top notch condition, my trainers told me no cheat days until after IMOLA now, so it's going to be intense" you joke before he offers you a goodbye and you leave.

As your PR manager pulls you to the car, you look over seeing Carlos watching you, stood by his personal trainer watching you get into the car, a sad look resting on his face.

"Awww poor Carlos, he must be gutted about the DNF" you manager says catching whats distracted you.

"Yeah, poor him!" you mutter.

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Kaiju Week in Review (December 10-16, 2023)

Suit actor Kenpachiro Satsuma, who originated the roles of Gigan and Hedorah and played Godzilla in all of the Heisei films, passed away on Saturday at the age of 76. A serious performer paired with a serious Godzilla, he approached the role with near-religious reverence. Asked to give advice to Godzilla's next actor following the completion of Godzilla vs. Destoroyah, he said, "Be Godzilla. Don't do anything else. Write books about playing Godzilla, talk to reporters about playing Godzilla, but don't do anything else. Just be Godzilla." His second stint as the character, Godzilla vs. Biollante, is my favorite movie of all time, and it's pretty staggering how many of its key people are gone now. Rest in peace.

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters finally brought Godzilla into the present-day storyline—and finally let him enter Japanese waters in the flashbacks to 1955. (The only other time he's done this in the Monsterverse is in the debatably-canon Godzilla: Awakening.) I enjoyed the flashbacks a lot more than the main story this time, as the latter is just piling on the Ominous Pronouncements while withholding details to a degree that seems unrealistic from a Watsonian perspective. Give me a well-acted, doomed love triangle any day.

Comic book sales data is nigh-impossible to find these days, but 2022's Godzilla vs. the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers must have made bank, since it's getting a sequel! Writer Cullen Bunn and colorist Andrew Dalhouse are back, with Baldemar Rivas now handling the art. First issue's coming in April. The logline:

Worlds collide a second time as everyone’s favorite kaiju meets up with Earth’s mightiest warriors once again to take on the most fearsome monsters from both sides of the multiverse, with Rita Repulsa egging them on! This one has it all: SpaceGodzilla! Clawhammer! Tentacreep! But what exactly does Rita intend to do with their collective might, and how have her mysterious new allies, Astronema and the Alliance of Evil, given her added reach across worlds? The Power Rangers are on a mission to find out, but first…all roads lead back to Godzilla!

I recognize some of the proper nouns in there, at least!

Godzilla Minus One added even more North American theaters (from 2,540 to 2,622), but with stiffer competition in the form of Wonka, it fell to fourth with $5 million. That gets it over $30 million here; we'll see how much of a boost it gets from the holidays. The film is piling up accolades from regional critic groups, as well as a nomination at the Critics Choice Awards for Best Foreign Language Film.

I'm also making my way through all the videos Toho put on YouTube when I was desperately dodging spoilers, so look forward to more Minus One gifs and screenshots.

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One more trailer for the Kaiju No. 8 anime, which is, for whatever reason, going to stream worldwide via X/Twitter. (Maybe they saw that users there already upload entire movies and decided to get ahead of the curve?) Don't worry, it'll be on Crunchyroll too.

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BTS Mafia Reaction || You’re Not Finically Stable [Request]

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GIFS BELONG TO ORIGINAL CREATORS!!

SEOKJIN:

"I'll be right back, I stink," You groaned as you quickly kissed your boyfriend on the lips and headed into the shower he had just left. The two of you were staying at his place for the week because you were closer to your job when you stayed here. You'd just finished a double shift and you were ready to shower and forget everything that had happened whilst you were working. It had been too long a day and you were ready to sleep beside your boyfriend without a care in the world.

"Babe, your phone!" Jin called out as you just got into the shower, he sighed and looked down at your phone as it continued to buzz on the nightstand. As it continued to buzz he noticed that the number was withheld and his stomach began to churn, had someone found you already? The two of you had only been dating for a couple of months but it wouldn't be completely unheard of for rival groups to find you and target you all because of Jin. Instead of worrying about who it might have been he just answered the phone, if it wasn't a rival he could simple relay a message that you were in the shower.

"Hello?" He called out as he answered the phone, holding it to his ear as he peeked through the bathroom door at you while you showered. He hated how tired you looked lately and he was going to do anything to make sure you relaxed tonight with him.

"Hello, this is an automated message. Please call us back on 0800 001066 in regards to your inquiry about selling your eggs or becoming an egg donor. Thank you." The line was clicked and Jin stood still, staring down at the phone as he tried to think of any reason you would be donating your eggs anywhere.

"Hey, I forgot my-" You stopped talking midsentence when you saw Jin,

"What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." You giggled nervously while looking at him. You were nervous when you saw Jin holding your phone, your stomach sank at the sight of it. You'd been waiting for a phone call about selling your eggs all week long and judging by the look on Jin's face he had just answered the call for you.

"Jin..."

"Why are you selling your eggs?" He asked bluntly while staring over at you, you bit down on your lip as you tried to think of a way to explain this to him. Jin never had money troubles, he was dirty stinking rich which meant he wasn't going to understand your need for this. No one you had spoken to about this understood so why was he going to be any different.

"I needed the money," You admitted while slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, gripping the towel around your chest as you tried to avoid looking at Jin. You never wanted to admit to anyone that you were struggling when it came to finances which were why you took on so many hours at work and even contemplated getting a second job.

"So you're selling your eggs?"

"Look, I don't expect you to get it. Okay? But you don't need to get so judgy about it! I need the money and it's the only option I have before I get kicked out of my shitty apartment," You rambled quickly before sighing and rushing toward the bathroom so that you could hide in peace only Jin wasn't going to let you. If you were struggling he wanted you to come to him, he was your boyfriend and he was always going to care for you.

"Hey, Hey, no." He sighed taking your wrist in his and bringing you crashing against his chest. He looked down at you and shook his head, there was no way on this earth he was ever going to judge you for something that was out of your control.

"I wasn't judging, I just wanted to know. Why didn't you tell me you were struggling. I would have helped." He smiled a little as he brushed his hand over your cheek, feeling a flutter in his chest as you snuggled closer to his touch.

"I don't need help. I don't want you to give me money." You admitted while looking up at him, the last thing you wanted was for someone to give you money. You weren't some charity case, you were an adult who needed to make her own way in life.

"I wouldn't give you money...I would give you a job or ask you to move in with me so you don't have to worry about rent." He explained while smiling down at you, the smile hadn't moved since he thought about the idea. Moving in together would be an amazing step in your relationship and he would be able to protect you a lot more if you were closer to him.

"What?"

"We're dating, we're going to move in together at some point...Why not do it early?" You stared up at him a little shocked. He was right, the two of you were going to end up dating but was it too soon? What if he eventually got sick of you and decided that he didn't want to be with you anymore? There was no way you weren't going to help him pay for the things inside of his giant mansion either...Though you were pretty sure the only thing your salary would cover would be the electricity bill once a month.

"But I still need to pay toward the rent," There was no way on the planet you were going to move in and not pay for something, it would be wrong...At least to you, it would be,

"Why? You know what I do for a living right? You don't have to pay me anything, hell, you don't even have to work." You sighed at him and tapped his chest softly. You did know what he did but it didn't mean it would make things easier for you to do. You'd feel rude for just living rent-free with him.

"Jin." You warned,

"I'm serious. You can live here rent-free, if you want a job you can keep it but I don't want you to worry about bills or rent," He smiled proudly of himself before you let out a small sigh.

"I'll move in but I'm paying for something. Maybe the monthly food shopping?"

"If it'll make you feel better," He said before kissing you all over your face, slowly walking you back toward the bathroom, pushing you into the shower as he stripped out of his towel to join you.

YOONGI:

Items were falling down around you as you stared up at the balcony of your apartment. All of your clothes were hanging over the bars as well as on the floor beside you as your arsehole landlord threw you out. He didn't even have the dignity to let you pack your things up, instead, he was throwing everything out onto the streets three floors below while you begged him not to.

"You're such an arsehole!" You screamed as you watched him pour your underwear down onto the floor while laughing hysterically with the men he had up there with him. They'd ripped you out of your apartment that morning when you woke up, you were just thankful Yoongi hadn't been around for any of this. Not only was it embarrassing but you were 99% sure he would have killed them if he caught them laying one finger on you or even looking at you in a way he didn't like.

"I gave you three months! It's not my fault you're broke!" Your landlord boomed before your laptop was sent crashing to the floor, snapping in front of you as you began to cry. All of your life work was on that thing and not to mention it was a work laptop that you were now going to have to cover with your salary. Yoongi had heard the commotion as he pulled up in the parking lot and he couldn't believe what he was seeing right now the fact that you were crying made his blood boil.

"Hey, what's going on?" He questioned, walking closer to the scene when he noticed that everything that was being thrown onto the ground was something you owned. Included the painting he had gotten you for your birthday a few months ago, it was smashed onto the floor.

"Yoongi!" You yelled out before something was thrown down making you flinch. You rushed toward him, trying to turn him away from the scene and push him in the direction of his car but it wasn't going to work. Not when he'd already seen what was going on.

"J-Just go home. This is nothing. Just some couple fighting," You lied as you tried to hide the fact that you were sobbing hysterically in the street but Yoongi had already seen you.

"Yn, don't lie to me. I can see it's your stuff, what's going on?" He ran his hand over your cheek, wiping away the tears that started to fall harder as you realised he was going to find out sooner or later.

"Y-yoongi...Please, Please if you love me don't get me to explain anything-" He pulled you out of the way as your TV was sent hurtling to the floor and smashing into pieces. Yoongi was beyond pissed that someone was trashing your apartment and that they had nearly hit you with their lame attempts at kicking you out.

"Dirty fucking slut! Should have whored yourself out to make a bit of extra money!" Yoonig narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the man that had just hurled an insult at you and he smiled smugly to himself.

"Wait here," He told you calmly, kissing your forehead before trying to walk away from you,

"What? Yoongi...No," You begged, reaching for his arms to try and stop him from doing something he would regret. Though you were more than sure the men in your apartment would be the ones to regret it since Yoongi was who he was in this world.

"No, you're right. Come with me." He smirked taking your hand in his and beginning to walk with you through the building and up to your apartment door.

"Wait right here," He said while standing you just out of sight before he stepped through the door of your now trashed apartment. He could hardly believe that someone would do something like this. Even when he threw someone out of apartments he owned he would never do something like this to them, no matter how far behind on rent they were.

"What are you doing in here?" Yoongi asked calmly while looking at the men, all three of them stopped and stared over at him. Their faces lost all colour as they noticed that the owner of the building was standing close to them. He'd bought this place quickly after he began dating you because he knew how shitty the neighbourhood was and he wanted to be sure you would have a safe spot to live.

"Boss?" The landlord asked with a giant smile on his face. He seemed to be pretty happy to see Yoongi standing there which meant he had no idea the two of you were dating.

"Hmm. What are you doing?" He questioned while looking at the landlord, the other two men looking at Yoongi anxiously suddenly feeling like they were being scolded by a teacher.

"Some little whore was behind on her rent, we were showing her the way we deal with it," The same smug expression was on the landlord's face and Yoongi looked back at him. You hadn't mentioned being behind on rent to Yoongi lately, if he'd known he would have helped but right now that wasn't the point.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. No one fucks with Mr Min and gets away with it." One of the other men laughed loudly and Yoongi stepped further into the room and nodded his head, running his hand along his jaw. There was no coming back from this for them and he was just sorry your things were broken.

"So you're trashing her items?"

"Yes sir," He said sounding so happy with himself so Yoongi smirked and began to push him toward the balcony door and pushed him roughly against the edge of the railing. The landlord cried out, terrified of what Yoongi was going to do to him.

"There's just one little thing that you're forgetting though," He said as he shook the man making him whimper, even more, a wet patch beginning to grow on his pants as he pissed himself from the fear he was being caused.

"What...W-What?"

"Babe!" He called out before you walked into the apartment, looking at Yoongi as you tried not to look at anything else. You weren't sure you could trust yourself not to cry if you saw the state of everything inside of your home.

"Babe?" The landlord's voice shook as he stared over at you automatically realising his mistake,

"But she never mentioned the two of you were dating, she never said she was seeing someone if I'd have known she was seeing you boss I never would-"

"I don't want to hear it. I want you to say sorry to my little angel," Yoongi said as he got his gun out from his pocket and held it against the man's temple. It didn't scare you one little bit to see Yoongi acting like this in front of you, you'd seen it a million times and right now was no different either.

"I-I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The landlord wept as Yoongi let him move away from the railing, dropping to his knees in front of you as you keep your eyes on Yoongi not wanting to look at the other man.

"Now tell her you're going to clean everything up and replace it,"

"I'll c-clean everything! I-I'll buy you everything new and you can have the apartment," Yoongi kicked him onto the floor and walked over to you as he put his gun away. Wrapping his arm around you be made sure you were okay before smiling at you,

"She doesn't need this place back, she'll be with me, right?" You smiled back at him and nodded your head.

"Right," You nodded in agreement before he kissed you softly in front of everyone.

HOSEOK:

All week long Hoseok had been trying to get in contact with you but every time he tried to reach you it was somehow disconnected or told him that the user was no longer in service. For a while, he thought you'd blocked him from contacting you but you'd just shown up at his door carrying take-out food. It was a complete surprise to see you when he thought you were just going to disappear from the face of the planet.

"I got food from work, I figured we could eat together." You said with a smile walking into the house as though you didn't have another care in the world. Hobi smiled a little, relieved that you weren't ignoring him but upset that you were still hiding something,

"I've been trying to call you all week," He stated while following you into the kitchen. It didn't go unnoticed that your whole body tensed up at the mention of him trying to call you.

"Oh...I must have let my phone die," You lied, trying to keep your voice from shaking as you plated him something to eat. You were behind on your phone bill but it was nothing that wouldn't be fixed at the end of the month...You just had to make it until then even if it meant living off leftovers from work and trying to scrape by on extra hours for a while. Maybe you could convince your boss to give you extra shifts if you were lucky or maybe get approved for another job in the city. Only without a phone, you weren't going to be able to know if you got it or not so you were basically fucked.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too but it's not like you to let it die and then not charge it all week." He let out a laugh as he tried to make it seem as though he was making casual conversation. It was clear that there was something going on with you and he wanted you to feel comfortable coming to him to talk about it. The two of you had been dating for six months now and he never wanted you to feel as though you couldn't go to him with something.

"Usually you're glued to that thing," He mentioned while staring at you, you said nothing for a while as you just stared down at the plate in front of you. Your heart racing against your chest as you realised by the tone of his voice that he knew it hadn't simply died like you said it had.

"Hobi..." You trailed off slowly, you hoped he was just going to drop the whole thing and pretend as though none of this was happening but it was unlikely. Hoseok was like a dog with a bone when it came to things like this and he was going to get the answers he wanted out of you.

"Tell me the truth Yn. What's going on with you? You're busier than usual, your phone is out...Do I need to be worried?" He hated the thought of you being in any kind of trouble - financially or otherwise and he would do anything to help you out. Hell, just last week he bought a restaurant because you told him that they served your favourite meal there and he wanted you to be able to have it whenever you wanted.

"What do you mean? There's nothing, I just let my phone die I'll sort it at some point," You rambled before Hoseok sighed and moved closer to you. His hand slowly took your body into his and he moved you around to face him, you were never a good liar and whenever you stared at him you couldn't lie. That was why he had done this, he wanted you to look him in the face so he could see what it was that was going on with you.

"I mean that this isn't like you. Your phone is disconnected, it is clearly dead when I keep getting told the user isn't in service," He knew that it wasn't dead and you felt your bottom lip wobble a little. If he knew you were struggling would he end things with you? The only reason you hadn't told him about any of this was that you didn't want him to think less of you for any of it.

"Hobi." You whimpered a little, your voice cracking as he stared down at you in the eyes.

"Are you struggling? Yes or no," The longer you stared back into his eyes the more you realised it was going to be impossible to get out of this so you nodded your head. Letting the tears fall down your cheeks as he suddenly brought you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

"I'll fix things," He told you simply, it wasn't a question it was a statement and you knew you weren't going to have a choice in the matter.

"You don't have to," You whispered a little, trying to make it seem as though you weren't expecting him to do any of this for you.

"I know. I just want to," He admitted before taking you over to the kitchen table and sitting you down on one of the chairs. It was his turn to look after you after all of the times you'd helped care for him by patching him up after a fight.

NAMJOON:

"Will you just check in the bedroom for me? I'm sure I left it somewhere around here," You mumbled to Namjoon as you looked under the sofa once again for the ball your dog was looking for. The three of you were going to go for a walk in the park - under the careful watch of Namjoon's men of course. Over the last few months, you'd grown used to four strange men keeping a close eye on you at all hours of the day. Even when you weren't with Namjoon there were always two of them keeping a close eye on you so that they were able to protect you. You weren't an idiot, you knew who Namjoon was and what he did for a living but none of it bothered you. He was still the man you had fallen in love with.

"You sure? Maybe he took it out into the garden," Namjoon offered before heading in the direction of the bedroom. Laughing to himself when he could hear you speaking to your pet dog as though he was going to answer you as a human would.

"Where is it, boy? Where's your ball huh?" Namjoon loved the fact that you treated the pup like a baby it was one of the many things he loved about you. Once he was in the room he stared around at the floor and began to hunt around for the bright red ball that your dog adored. It didn't matter if you gave him another one he wouldn't play with it, he wouldn't even touch it. All he cared about was his pretty red ball.

"If I was a dog where would I hide my ball?" Namjoon mumbled before looking under the bed, stretching his arm down underneath and patting it around before he finally touched something.

"Got you," He laughed before it rolled further away from him making him mumble a curse word and reach for the box it had drifted behind. Saving time Namjoon pulled out the box with the ball and frowned when he saw pieces of paper sticking out of the plastic box and spilling out. It wasn't like Namjoon to snoop around in your private things but all of this felt odd to him.

"What the hell..." He whispered as he saw that most of the letters were about bills being late or that your rent was on its final warnings. You'd never mentioned anything like this to Nmajoon before and he wondered if any of them were before you started dating but it wasn't. Most of the letters were from last month and there was even an eviction notice on top of the pile that was dated last week.

"Did you find it? Because we can't find it in the garden," You sounded out-breath as you rushed into the bedroom only to stop and see what Namjoon had in his hands.

"You're going through my things?" You mumbled snatching the box away from him and throwing it onto the desk behind you as you shook your head at him. This was the last thing you had ever imagined happening.

"No. I was looking for the ball when I found them. What is all of this?"

"My private things, you shouldn't have been going through!" You yelled but Namjoon wasn't going to let you pick a fight over this, sure it was wrong of him to look at it all but it was also wrong for you to be hiding all of this.

"When were you going to tell me you were getting evicted?" He questioned as you moved away from him, staring down at the pile of letters that were now all over your desk. You'd never been good at telling people your problems and you weren't going to tell your boyfriend that you had been struggling.

"I wasn't because I'm not going to be." You lied when you knew damn well you were one week away from being thrown out onto your arse without being given a chance to get any of your things from the apartment.

"Oh yeah? How do you expect to pay your rent?" Namjoon asked sarcastically as he stared down at you. He knew you worked but it was a weak-paying job since it was mainly supposed to be an internship at a company he owned. The only reason you were getting a little cash from it was that you were dating the boss.

"I've got a job, I can manage." Namjoon sighed hearing you mumble under your breath and he turned your head up to look at him.

"Your job barely scrapes enough to pay for your food. Yn, why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I didn't want you to think I was weak because of it, I thought I could manage." You managed to say right before the tears began to spill down your face and you cried right in front of him. Letting go of all the stress you'd had ever since receiving the first eviction notice from your landlord.

"I would never think of you as weak...I would want to help though. At least let me pay your rent for a while...Fuck that, move in with me." He mumbled as you frowned, staring up at him.

"Move in?"

"Sure...You and your big dog...There's more than enough space for you and you don't have to worry about bills...Okay? You can focus on working at your internship," The idea sounded more than perfect to you but you would only feel guilty if he did all of this for you.

"Don't. There's nothing you can say that will make me take no for an answer...U-Unless you don't want to move in." It was the first time you'd ever heard Namjoon stutter and you smiled a little,

"No. I want to, but I can't just not pay for bills-"

"Shh, it's just until you finish your internship," He lied before bringing you into a loving kiss so that you weren't able to say another thing about it.

JIMIN:

Jimin frowned when he saw you standing inside the pawn shop he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself. He'd gotten a call from the owner about twenty minutes ago saying that he might need to come down so he did. He hadn't been expecting to find you sitting in the pawnshop trying to get the man to take some of the jewellery you were holding in your hands.

"Please, can you just tell me how much it would be?" You begged as you stared at the blad man behind the counter. You wouldn't be here if you weren't completely desperate enough but the man didn't seem to care all he cared about was showing your face to Jimin. As soon as you bought the pieces into the store the man that owned the store knew that they were something he had once sold to Jimin and he wasn't going to let you get away from stealing from him. Not to mention he wasn't going to get into trouble for buying from someone who had stolen from Jimin.

"How do I know you haven't stolen this from some poor lady in street," The man mumbled as you stared back at him, how could he think like that? Not everyone was a monster. All you wanted to do was sell the jewellery to get your rent paid on time and you could buy them back at the end of the month when you got paid.

"Why would I do that? I just need the money for my rent and then I'll come and buy them back. They're all my pieces and I can promise you I'll be back. It's not a big deal." You explained, not noticing your boyfriend walking closer to you. As Jimin got a closer look at the pieces in your hand he realised that it was all gifts that he had gotten for you over the last three months of your relationship. He didn't know what hurt more, the fact that you were selling them or that you weren't coming to him when you were struggling with something.

The two of you were supposed to tell one another everything that was going on in your relationship, he hated the idea of you wanting to hide this from him.

"Mr Park! Thank you so much for coming, I believe she might have stolen these from you." The bald man said making you flinch when you turned around to see your boyfriend looking at you. Standing inside of a pawn shop wasn't something you were exactly proud of right now and you felt as though you were going to be sick the longer you watched Jimin.

"Jimin," You whispered a little shocked to see him there but Jimin looked away from you and down at the pieces you had placed on the counter. It was a necklace Jimin had gotten you for your birthday, along with some bracelets and he sighed a little.

"She didn't steal them," Jimin said without looking at you. He simply picked up the necklace and put it around your neck, looking down at the rest as he then placed the bracelet onto your wrists without another word.

"Sir?" The man asked while looking slightly confused at what was going on in front of him. You stared down at the cabinet starting to feel your body heat up in embarrassment as you realised you'd been caught out.

"She's my girlfriend, who didn't think to come to me when she was struggling," Jimin spoke to the man who appeared to suddenly get nervous at the mention of you being Jimin's girlfriend and you bit down on your lip. Was he going to hate you for trying to sell things? You were going to get them back you just needed some time to get the money together.

"Jimin I was going to get them back, I just needed the rent money." You whispered as he began to lead you out of the store and in the direction of his car. He still said nothing as he helped you into the back seat and followed after you, telling his driver to go.

"Jimin...I'm sorry," You whispered while staring at the side of his head, the fact that he wasn't looking at you made your heart break into a million pieces. You couldn't believe you'd managed to fuck up the one good thing that you had in your life right now.

"I'll do anything to make it up to you, please...P-Please, don't be mad at me, I was going to get it all back." Your voice was strained before Jimin finally stared at you and shook his head.

"I'm not mad at you for selling it, or trying to." He admitted as he relaxed against the seats, bringing you to rest with him as he put your head on his shoulder. The action made your heart melt as he began to rub your back softly,

"I'm upset because you didn't come to me. I thought we told each other everything?" He whispered as you let out a shaky breath,

"We do I just- I didn't think to come to you with this...Admitting that I struggle isn't something I do," You whispered before he pressed his lips to your forehead and smiled weakly. He admired you for that, he was the same way but he wanted you to be able to come to him no matter what.

"Next time you're struggling we're going to get through it together...Because that's what couples do. Okay?" He questioned while looking down into your eyes, you smiled up at him and nodded your head.

"Okay, Jimin...I promise," You whispered before kissing him softly.

TAEHYUNG:

"So where is this girlfriend of yours I keep hearing about?" Taehyung's grandfather asked as he sat across from his grandson at a restaurant. It was a new place that they had decided to visit today and Taehyung was pretty happy with it so far. All of the staff seemed to be friendly enough and they all understood who he was and knew not to bother him.

"She's out with some of her friends, I guess it saved her from having to meet you." Taehyung teased as he began to look down at the menu not noticing that you were inside the restaurant. For the last ten minutes, you had been pleading with your manager to let you swap tables with someone else all to avoid having to explain this to Taehyung when you got home later. The truth was he didn't know you worked here and you would have loved it to stay that way if you were given a choice.

"Hello, I'll be your waitress for the evening. Can I get you sorted on some drinks?" You questioned while staring down at the tiny notebook in your hands, clutching it so tight you were a little surprised it hadn't ripped apart under your touch.

"We'll take two red wines and can you make sure everyone inside the restaurant is treated to something from us," Taehyung's grandfather said as he looked at you, you smiled warmly at him and nodded your head. It was the first time meeting his family members and you weren't surprised to see they were just as kind as Taehyung was.

"Taehyung, what would you like?" His grandfather asked as you slowly turned your gaze to look at your boyfriend who was staring at you silently trying to figure out who you were. When you first approached he figured that you were some look-alike. After all, everyone in the world had someone that looked like them and he had just been lucky to meet yours. But as soon as he heard you speak his eyes looked like they were practically about to bounce out of his head as he realised that it was you standing there and not some crazy look-alike. You gave him a silent look not to cause a scene right here and he sighed staring down at the menu making a mental note to wait behind for you after his grandfather had left.

"I'll take tteokbokki and some kimchi stew." He mumbled as you nodded your head repeating it back to them before heading toward the kitchen and feeling as though you were ready for the earth to swallow you whole.

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"You told me you worked at a department store," Taehyung said as you were cleaning up the tables inside the restaurant, doing your best to try and not cry about all of this. As soon as it was closing time Taehyung sent everyone except for you home and told them that he would take care of locking everything up with you. It was time for the truth to come out and you knew you weren't going to be able to hide it anymore.

"I do. But I also work here and at a soup kitchen on the weekends." You admitted while spraying down the tables and wiping them clean, moving on to the next one as Taehyung followed close behind you. It wasn't the fact that you worked here that was bothering him, it was the idea that you had lied to him about being shopping today.

"So why did you tell me you went shopping?" You stopped what you were doing and turned to look at him. This wasn't exactly something you wanted to tell the whole world about doing especially not him. Taehyung was in the mafia, he didn't need to worry about whether or not he had a stable income but you did. You had bills to pay and a mouth to feed and that was all you cared about right now.

"Because I didn't want to tell my boyfriend that I couldn't meet his famous grandfather before I'm working one out of three jobs to be able to live." He sighed a little and rubbed the bridge of his nose, you moved away from him to go and clean some more but he stopped you. Bringing you into a close embrace as he shook his head,

"What are you struggling with most?" He questioned as you stared at him in silence, you didn't want to answer that right now but you knew he wasn't going to drop it.

"My rent, it's the only thing I struggle with. I'm going to move out as soon as I can." You explained your idea of moving into a small apartment but the whole thing seemed to get lost with Taehyung as he frowned at you.

"How about instead of a smaller place you move into a bigger one?"

"How could I do that when I struggle with my one-bed apartment?" You frowned, clearly not understanding what Taehyung was hinting at and it made him smile a little.

"By moving in with me," You let out a small gasp. It was something the two of you had spoken about before but never taken the subject seriously since you only ever talked about it in passing.

"Tae..."

"I'm serious. Move in with me and we can either spilt the bills or you pay for one thing." He told you while shrugging his shoulders. He'd been desperate to ask you to move in for months and now was the perfect opportunity to do so.

"You sure?" You quizzed before nodded and kissed you deeply,

"If you do, does that mean you'll quit two out of three jobs? Because...and don't tell anyone, but I miss falling asleep beside you every night," He admitted as you giggled at him, agreeing to as you kissed him over and over again.

JUNGKOOK:

In all of the months that you and Jungkook had been together he'd never once been to your apartment and he often wondered why. At first, he figured it was because of your roommates that you claimed to have, he figured that you didn't want them to see him and get scared but now he knew that was wrong. Unless he'd gotten the address wrong but it couldn't have been, he'd hired someone to find you and this was the place they claimed you were at. Only the whole building looked as though it was about one gust of wind away from falling down around him and he wasn't sure anyone lived inside of it.

"Hey, get back here." He heard you call out while giggling, he frowned beginning to walk closer to the building when he saw a small light of some sort coming from one of the rooms.

"Babe?" He called out while moving closer to it, stopping when he saw that inside of the room was a whole bedroom set up. A suitcase was by the door, a camping light was left on and a sleeping bag was in the middle of the floor. It looked like you'd been staying here a while and you had. You'd been living here since before you met Jungkook but you'd been saving up to get your own place. It was just hard when every single apartment you went to look at wanted a three months upfront as well as a down payment to secret the place. You would never be able to afford it if you didn't work your ass off - quite literally. There were times when you wouldn't see Jungkook for a month or two just because of how much you were working. It worried him sometimes when he would hear you doing double shifts twice in a row, there were so many times he'd wanted you to slow down and now he could see why you hadn't.

"Jungkook?" Your voice cracked as you turned to look up at the door to see your boyfriend standing there looking completely shocked to see you sitting in such a mess. He thought it might have been some kind of sick joke when he first pulled up here. You'd told him so many stories of your roommates but now he could see all of it was a lie.

"What's going on?" He questioned, walking further into the room and sitting beside you on the sleeping bag. You stared over at the cat you had just been chasing and bit down on your lip deciding it was time to lie your ass off.

"I was...I-I come here to feed some of the stray cats." You mumbled but you knew he knew it was a lie since most of the things inside of the room gave it away that you were in fact living here.

"Try again,"

"I come here to look after cats, I don't know what else you want me to say." Your voice cracked as you tried not to cry in front of him. How were you supposed to admit to Jeon Jungkook - leader of the mafia world in Seoul lived in a shitty abandoned building.

"I want you to tell me the truth," He pushed the can of beans away that you'd been eating from and stared directly at you but you didn't dare to look at him. You just stared at the floor trying not to cry,

"Jungkook. J-Just leave, please...I don't want to do this," You begged as you took in a deep breath. Once he knew the truth he was just going to leave you, you knew that for a fact. Only, you couldn't have been more wrong.

"I had you followed her and I want answers. Why did you lie to me about roommates? Why did you lie about where you live?" He tried to hold you but you scrambled away from him and shook your head, begging for him not to make you do this.

"Don't make me say it." You begged over and over again but he got up and stood in front of you, carefully taking your hands in his and making you look at him,

"You're living here aren't you?" The look on his face made your heart sink, he was looking at you as though he thought you were disgusting and it was enough to make your skin crawl.

"Only...Only for a while, just until I get back on my feet and I can get my own place. I-I'm close to getting the money together! I am! I am! I just need to work a few more shifts and I can do it!" It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him but Jungkook didn't care about that. He didn't care that you were trying to get the money he cared that you were living somewhere that could kill you or give you a disease.

"Yn." He whispered as you shook your head, repeating over and over again that you were going to get everything sorted and that you just needed some more time.

"Yn...Stop." He said sternly before staring down at you,

"Get your things and lets go," He ordered you,

"Go? Go where?"

"Home. You're coming to stay with me and I don't want to hear anything about not wanting to. You don't have a choice, I'm not letting you stay somewhere you could get sick or murdered." He mumbled while helping you collect everything that was yours inside of the room.

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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your day | d.d

(gif not mine)

daryl dixon x reader

summary: it's your birthday, the one day you've come to hate but someone makes it a little better. that someone being daryl.

warnings: none, just fluff!

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you always loved celebrating your birthday, spending it with friends and family, and enjoying the sweetness of treats and gifts. but it started to change the older you got. you began losing more friends, your family didn’t see the need in celebrating anymore. and what friends you did have never tried to make the effort to see you. it hurt, a lot. but at the same time, when the world seemed to end, it was the last of your worries.

you had found the group during the atlanta camp, carol took you in on the highway.

at first, daryl intimidated you. he was this tough-looking redneck who had the arrogance of his brother, but throughout the months you saw his changing personality. though, he was still closed off, you knew you could go to him whenever you needed anything and he’d help you.

you were thankful for him. and so, sometimes you’d make him little trinkets or find him something on the very rare tunes you’d go on. while he would save you the last bite of his food sometimes, just to make sure you had enough.

you never talked about your birthday much, only once. and you brought it up to daryl. it was a little while after the two of you met. it was the first time you had opened up to anyone in the group, except carol and rick.

“d’ya ever do anything fun for your birthday?” you chimed, intertwining the rope between your fingers, creating a knot. “nah, never did celebrate” he stared off at the tree line. “oh” you hummed. finishing the tie and handing the rope to him. “i used to, but the older i got the more i hated it.” you added, following his gaze to the trees. “everyone just forgot about me”

“when is it?” he questioned, suddenly” “hm?” your head whipped to him, meeting his eyes which were already looking at you. “yer bir’day.” he blinked. “oh, y/b/d.”

you thought he had forgotten about that but he didn’t. even in the end times, he tried his best to keep up with the months and days so he doesn’t forget about your birthday. soon it just became a hobby, tallying in a small book he kept in his pocket. on runs, he would look for something he thought you’d like for your special day, from random items of clothing to even considering a stuffed brown bear. just something to show that he cared for you.

and he did, but it wasn’t exactly easy for him to show that when he, himself wasn’t shown care until you came along. even if he was still hardcore daryl every newcomer was scared of, he had a soft spot for you.

on the morning of your birthday you woke up to light finding its way into your cell, a soft groan escaped your lips and you pushed yourself up and off of the uncomfortable mattress. you wandering out into the hallways, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. murmuring a few ‘good mornings’ to some people in the group. soon finding carl who was tending to baby judith. “where’s everyone?” the younger bout turned around with the baby in his arms. “outside, working on the fences” he answered, followed with a sigh. “can you take her? dad wants me to help him in the stables” you nodded, scooping judith into your arms with a soft coo.

“of course, i’ll gladly take her.” he nodded, “thanks.” you gently began patting her back. “of course. i’ll catch up with you guys later.” you threw a rag over your shoulder for her possible spit up. “alright” he hummed and walked off. the sound of metal doors slamming echoes through the concrete walls.

a few hours had passed, you already fed judith twice and now she was down for her daily nap. you let her lay on your bed, while you sat on the floor occupied by a book you had already read once. occasionally looking up to make sure the infant doesn’t roll off the bed. as your eyes landed on the torn pages again, a familiar pair of footsteps found their way to you. a figure stood in the doorway of your cell, quickly pulling your attention from your book.

“daryl?” you closed the book and sat it on the floor. you pushed yourself off the concrete while dusting your pants. “yea” he huffed, looking to the baby then back to you. “i’m on babysittin duty” you laughed, looking back at him. he nodded, “jus wanted to stop by n’ give ya these” he revealed his hand with a stuffed brown bear and a few picked magnolias. “flowers prolly won’t last long” he shrugged.

you accepted both gifts, a grin growing on your lips. “what’er these for?” you asked. “it’s yer bir’day. ya deserve somethin” he shrugged, looking around the cell. you brought the flower to your nose, getting a good smell of it.

“thank you” you smiled, “i really, really appreciate it, daryl.” you watched as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “mhm” he shrugged. without thinking you wrapped your arms around him. “seriously, thank you for remembering.” you felt his free hand gently holding your lower back. “yer welcome” he accepted.

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finallydelight · 2 years

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MING??? HIATUS??? WHAT HAPPENED OH MY GOD

here's a chapter explaining Ming's hiatus!

The Evil Spread | Ming Chapter

tw: this story includes mentioning of blood, falling from stairs, coma and surgery. if any of this makes you uncomfortable I don’t recommend reading this. take care of yourselves, luvies! (thanks to @frankenstein852 for bringing it up!)

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September 21, 2022

''I'm really excited to go to Indonesia.'' Ming told Cheol and Jeonghan, who were seated next to her on the floor in the practice room. In a few days they were leaving again for the next leg of their tour.

They both nodded excitedly at her words. ''Yeah, remember when we went to Yogyakarta? I really want to do that again.'' Cheol said, reminiscing the time the three of them went on a trip there for a variety show. ''That was so much fun.'' Jeonghan added, smiling from ear to ear.

''Let's start again, guys, then we can go home!'' Soonyoung loudly announced, encouraging the members to get up from the floor and join him in the middle of the room. Sighs and groans were heard throughout the room, but everyone obliged.

As the members started walking into their positions for 'Left & Right', Ming's phone went off, indicating someone was calling her. She hesitantly looked at the performance leader, silently asking for permission to take the phone call. He sighed, but tilted his head towards the direction of her phone, letting her take the call.

''It'll be just a minute, I swear!'' She promised him, a look of guilt crossing her face as she glanced at the other members.

She took her phone out of her bag and saw it was Junghoon who was calling her, something that confused her as she could count all the times he had called her on one hand. She quickly left the practice room, wanting some privacy.

''Hey, what's up?''

''Noona! You need to come now! Grandma fell from the stairs and she's not responding to us, please!'' Junghoon yelled into the phone, nothing but panic in his voice.

Ming could feel her heart drop to her stomach. ''What? What do you mean? What happened?''

''I don't know, suddenly Jungwoo barged into my room and said grandma fell and that she wasn't waking up and it doesn't look like she's breathing, Noona you have to come now!'' The desperation in Junghoon's voice brought tears to her eyes. Her younger brother was a very stubborn young man and not the type to ask his older sister for much help. So, hearing him begging her to come to Daegu, made her realise how serious and scary the situation is.

Ming also realised that she's the older one, her two younger brothers need them and despite her anxiety working up about her grandmother not being conscious, she knew she had to remain calm and help her brothers as much as she could.

''Junghoon-ah, call an ambulance right now and listen to what they tell you to do. I'm not there right now, so you're gonna have to take care of Jungwoo, okay? I know he's freaking out right now, but you're gonna have to be strong for him, okay. Can you do that?'' Despite her voice being a shaky mess, she was able to get her message properly across to her brother.

''Alright, but please hurry, we need you here!''

''Keep me updated, alright? I'm leaving right now, I promise you.'' She reassured him, trying to not let the panic and anxiety take over her body.

''I will, please hurry, Noona!'' Junghoon hung up the phone, so he could call an ambulance for their grandmother.

Ming stood frozen in her place for a few seconds, she didn't know how she was going to explain the situation to her members without it resulting in a full on panic attack.

She slowly opened the door to the practice room, hearing the members mingling among themselves. ''That was more than 2 minutes, Yerim-ah.'' Soonyoung scolded her, without looking at the girl.

''Yerim, are you okay?'' Chan's concerned voice exclaimed. The other members' focus went from their own separate conversations to the shaking girl standing in the doorway.

''Can… can someone take me home?''

The members became instantly worried upon seeing the state she was in after her phone call. She looked pale, she seemed to be standing on shaking legs, her voice was scratchy and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Wonwoo, who was standing closest to her, took a couple steps forward and bent down. ''Hey, what's wrong?'' He tried to dry her tears with his hands, but she backed away from his touch. ''Please, I really need to go home right now.'' She begged them, making her way to her bag and coat.

Cheol stopped her movements. ''Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?'' Ming tried to keep her facade up, but once she met Cheol's concerned eyes, she let her walls fall down.

Heart-wrenching sobs started leaving her body, making her drop her bag and coat from her hands to the floor. The leader didn't hesitate and put his arms around the younger one, pressing her against his body.

It didn't last long as Ming wrung herself out of his embrace. ''No, I need to leave now! Please can someone just take me home!'' She sobbed, her words barely understandable to the staff and members.

''Honey, can you please tell us what's going on? Why do you need to go to the dorm?'' Joshua approached her, hoping the soft tone of his voice would calm her a bit down.

''No, not the dorm! Daegu! I need someone to bring me to Daegu!'' She picked up her stuff again from the floor and frantically looked around, hoping someone would just listen to her and bring her to her family.

Their manager joined them. ''Ming-ssi, if you just explain why you need to go to Daegu, we can figure some-''

''My grandmother is fucking dying! Now can someone get me to my brothers?'' She yelled, not at anyone in particular. Her frustration grew every second that went by.

The room got silent upon Ming's yelling, stunned by the loudness of her voice and by what she revealed to them. The silence was interrupted by the rattling of keys. ''Come on, I'll take you.'' Hyerim stood up from the chair she had been sitting on and grabbed her bag. The choreographer carefully put her arm around the younger girl's shoulder and guided her outside of the practice room, to her car.

The three hour-car ride consisted of Ming checking her phone every five seconds and Hyerim trying to calm her down and assuring her everything would be fine. Junghoon had sent her a text message, saying their grandmother was currently in surgery and that according to the doctors she was in critical condition.

Eventually, she made it to the hospital. She thanked Hyerim for bringing her and told her she would be okay from now on and that she could go back to Seoul. Hyerim hesitated wanting to be there in case Ming or her family needed anything, but she assured her they would be fine.

Ming quickly made her way to the reception to find out where her grandmother and brothers were. ''I'm here to see Lee Yeo Jeong, she was brought in a couple hours ago.''

''Are you family?'' The nurse asked her. The question frustrated Ming, but she knew it was kind of mandatory. ''Yes, I'm her granddaughter, my little brothers are also here.'' She answered her.

The nurse typed some things into the computer. ''Ah, yes! She's currently in surgery and I think your brothers are in the surgical waiting area, that's on floor 4.''

''Thank you!'' Ming didn't care how ridiculous she looked running up the stairs of the hospital, she wanted to get to her brothers.

After what seemed hours, she finally made it to the fourth floor and looked at the signs, searching for the waiting area. ''Noona!''

She looked to her right and saw Jungwoo running towards her, tears running down his face. She opened her arms for him and her youngest brother fell into her embrace, sobbing into her shoulder. ''I heard something fall on the ground and suddenly she was on the flo-''

''Sshhh, it's okay, calm down.'' Ming's fingers stroked her brother's hair, trying to ease his worries. ''I'm here now, okay? You're okay.''

Junghoon slowly approached his two siblings, looking down at the ground. He didn't say anything as he put his head on the other side of his sister's neck. ''She's still in surgery, Noona.'' Junghoon silently cried, contrasting his brother's sobbing.

''Come on, let's sit down.''

''No, she hasn't woken up… according to the doctors it's not going to happen any time soon… Jungwoo is tired but he doesn't want to go home… there's blood on the floor from her fall… I can try… I don't want to bother them, though… it's the middle of the night, dad… alright… yeah, I'll call them… okay… yeah, I'll call you once there are updates… Bye!'' Ming hung up the phone. She had the task to inform her father about their grandmother's fall and surgery. Their father is in Japan for his work and isn't able to make it back in the next couple of days. Despite their grandmother and father not being related by blood, they have a good bond.

''And?'' Junghoon looked at her, with a sleepy Jungwoo on his shoulder. ''He's going to try and take a flight tomorrow, but he's not too sure about it.''

''Noona, what about Jungwoo? He has to go to university in like six hours.'' The elder brother showed his concerns for the youngest, something that didn't happen often.

''I'm gonna try to call Cheol's parents, they don't live that far from here and Jungwoo can sleep there.''

Jungwoo protested. ''No, I want to stay here, I want to be here when she wakes up.'' Ming got up from her seat and crouched down in front of him. ''Sweetie, she's not going to wake up for at least a couple of days, you need to rest.'' She had grabbed his hand.

''Jungwoo, it's for your own good. Grandma is going to hit you with her sandal if she knows you didn't rest properly before studying.'' Junghoon told him, trying to help his sister.

''I'm just gonna call them now.'' Ming got her phone from her pocket and searched for the contact of Cheol's parents. She didn't have to search long and called them.

It seemed like they weren't going to pick up, but after some ringing they did. ''Hello?''

''Hey, it's Yerim.'' Cheol's father had picked up, sounding very sleepy.

''Yerimie! It's been a while!'' His previous grouchy tone was replaced by a very excited one.

She smiled. ''Yes, uhm, I kind of need a favour from you.'' She hesitantly told him, suddenly getting shy asking him for something.

''Of course, little one! What do you need?''

''I'm at the hospital right now with my family and my brother needs a place to sleep, so if it's not too much troubl-''

''It's no trouble, Yerimie! I'll leave here in about 5 minutes, okay? Make sure your brother is standing outside once I'm there! Is it Jungwoo or is it Junghoon?'' He asked her.

''It's Jungwoo, the maknae.''

''Aaaah~ the ball of sunshine!''

That made her laugh. ''Yes, the ball of sunshine.''

''Alright, I'll be there in probably 10 minutes or something!'' He told her.

''Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! I really do, I owe you one, sir.'' She thanked him, feeling a huge wave of relief going through her body. ''You never need to thank me, Yerimie. That's what family is for.'' He dismissed it.

The Choi family has always been very precious to her ever since she met Seungcheol. They've not only taken care of her, but also her younger brothers. Cheol's mother often referred to her as the 'daughter she never had', something Ming took great pride in.

It took Jungwoo a lot of convincing to get him out of their grandmother's hospital room, but they managed to do it and get him outside in time for Seungcheol's father.

He got in the backseat and opened his window to say goodbye to his sister, as Junghoon had stayed in the hospital room, just in case. ''Noona, I'll see you after school, right?''

''Of course, Jungwoo-ah. Make sure you get as much rest as you can, okay? I'll let you know if anything has happened.'' She promised him.

''Okay, goodnight, Noona.'' She quickly kissed his cheek and also gave Cheol's father a hug. ''Please, make sure he gets to his university on time, I don't want him falling behind, he's doing so well now in school.'' Ming begged him.

He nodded at her, giving her an assuring smile. ''Of course, Yerimie. We'll take good care of him and Yerimie,'' he grabbed her hand, ''please, call Seungcheol, he's worried sick and has been calling us non stop.''

She smiled at him, nodding her head. ''I will, drive safe!''

''Of course! If you guys need anything, don't hesitate to call us!'' He made her promise him, pointing his finger at her.

''I will, don't worry!''

She waited outside until the car was out of sight, before making her way inside again. She would never tell her brothers this, but she was worried about the potential loss that would fall upon their family again.

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neengareadynaaready · 6 months

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I just saw Gatta Kusthi (2022) and I absolutely fucking loved it! (Mixed messages about the partiarchy aside 🙃)

Wikipedia bills it as a romantic sports comedy drama but while watching, I realized it was a dual-hero mass action film, too. You get a villain in the first half, and a new villain in the second half.

You get two heroes, Keerthi (Aishwarya Lekshmi) and Veera (Vishnu Vishal), both fighting personal and social battles. Keerthi is fighting her family, social expectations, and personal expectations when it comes to her responsibilities and her dreams. Veera — you will hate him in many scenes but you will also learn that he is unlearning the toxic things he has learned from his uncle and other men in his life.

Both Keerthi and Veera are given cool mass moments, but Veera has more mass action scenes (one man vs many), while Keerthi has the cool hero lines when she’s talking to the bad guys (stuff like “you’ll have to get through me to get to him”). Although, Veera still gets to be the one to make a big speech about men and women equality. (I really wished Keerthi could have done a bigger speech, too.)

All in all, it’s a good family entertainer. The songs are really nice. I’ve got the track on spotify now because they’re such bops. I’ll probably post some gifs tomorrow.

Also… does anyone have recs for Aishwarya Lekshmi? Vishnu Vashal is cool and all, but I think I fell in love with Aishwarya more. I want to see more of her movies. (Forgot to add that I already saw her in PS but I need her to be in the lead role 🥰)

P.S. Yes, I giggled when they mentioned an old Vijay movie.

#kollywood #tamil cinema #kerala wrestling #gatta kusthi #aishwarya lekshmi #keerthi #vishnu vishal #veera

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cromulentbookreview · 3 months

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Fun with Fungi!

Huh, what's this? *cleans away dust* oh, yeah, this blog is still a thing. I probably should've written more reviews, but...

I mean, I could come up with an excuse, but I'm too lazy. Just as I am too lazy to continually update this book review blog that nobody reads. I mean, I just wrote a review *consults calendar* uh. In 2022. Dang, I have been lazy. Oh well.

I'm like a rug on valium, I'm talking lazy.

And by that, I mean: let's have a dual review of the Sworn Soldier series: What Moves the Dead and its sequel, What Feasts at Night by T. Kingfisher!

Those covers, man. They're awesome, but at the same time: poor bun bun. Poor horsie.

So technically, what I'm doing here is not one but two reviews. So I'm actually being really, really productive right now and not lazy in the slightest.

This is a legitimately true story, I swear. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away...by which I mean, four or five years back or so, I'd never heard of T. Kingfisher / Ursula Vernon in my life until I got into a fight with her on Twitter* on whether or not the fruit of the hazel tree should be referred to as Filberts or Hazelnuts.

For the record, I am firmly team hazelnut. I mean, they're nuts from a hazel tree. Hazel+nuts = hazelnuts. Who in their right mind wants to eat something called a filbert? But, terminology varies as T. Kingfisher is firmly on team filbert. My parents also call them filberts on occasion which is weird to me as we live in an area lousy with hazelnut farms.

Mmmm, Hazelnuts...

Anyway! I had no idea who this person was but I got into a tongue-in-cheek gif fight on Twitter with them regarding hazelnut v. filbert. Feeling bad that I got into a fight with a random person online on their hazel tree fruit name preferences, I went to their profile, saw they were an author, looked up their books and bought the two books of the Clocktaur Wars series. I tore through them, and continued on, reading all of the World of the White Rat series (I just saw that we're getting a new one in January and I might have let out a bit of a fangirl screech), and the absolutely delightful A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking and Minor Mage. So far, every single one of T. Kingfisher's books that I've read has been awesome. Nettle & Bone? Amazing. Thornhedge? I'm a very slow reader, but I devoured it in an afternoon.

T. Kingfisher writes amazing fantasy novels and I absolutely love them. She also writes horror. Which is where I hit a brick wall because I'm a baby who doesn't handle horror well. I don't like horror movies. I don't often read horror books. Because the world is scary enough without ghosts and poltergeists and demons and jump scares. Also I watched The Ring when I was 12 and it scared the shit out of me. Anyway! Oddly enough, I've always found myself drawn to horror-type stories. I mean, horror fits so well in fantasy and sci-fi (looking at you, Doctor Who episodes that gave me nightmares). As an adult, I've found myself more and more willing to dip my toe into horror fiction. Season 1 of The Terror, one of my favorite-ever TV series is considered horror (maybe because it's not jump-scare scary, it's existentially scary. Also it's set in the past. Also it's got dudes-on-boats, my favorite genre). Part of me really, really likes horror stories set in the past - no horror like 18th/19th/Early 20th century horror, amirite?

Right?

Well, whatever, I just like horror to be ye olde timey horror, OK? Like Crimson Peak, The Witch, The Death of Jane Lawrence, Mexican Gothic, The Woman in Black, The Hacienda, Vampires of El Norte, The Hunger ... spooky-scary Gothic-y-Romantic-y-type stories that have a historical element to them. Those are awesome. I'm slowly - very slowly! - getting myself to read more contemporary horror stories. I understand that The Twisted Ones and A House With Good Bones are really, really good, but....what can I say, I'm a wuss. And contemporary stories aren't really my jam. I read to get away from the contemporary world, damn it!

(Me, too scared to read contemporary horror but not too scared to listen to 900,000 true crime podcasts).

Right, where were we?

Oh, yeah. The review(s). I'm starting to understand why no one ever read this blog and why I let myself be lazy.

In What Moves The Dead we meet Alex Easton, a Gallacian ex-soldier on their way to visit their old friends, the Ushers, at their delipidated estate in the rural countryside of Ruravia. Alex had word that Madeline Usher was dying, and they wanted to be there for Madeline and her brother, Roderick. Roderick had been a fellow soldier with Alex back in the day and -

Wait a minute, Roderick and Madeline Usher? Delipidated mansion? Unspecified 19th century middle of nowhere...

Yep, this story is, indeed, a retelling of Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher, and it does a much better job than certain series you might find on Netflix.

Moving on:

Alex, Roderick and Madeline were childhood friends, and Roderick and Alex even fought together back in the day. Alex is a "sworn soldier" - something unique to their home country of Gallacia, a small, backwater country located somewhere between Bulgaria, Hungaria and that other -Garia, a vaguely Central/Eastern European nation with a language somehow structurally worse than Finnish, Hungarian and Icelandic combined. The Gallacian language has seven sets of pronouns: there's one set used only when referring to God, a set used to refer to children before puberty, one set specifically for inanimate objects...and, as the Gallacians are a fierce warrior people (though they're not exactly great at it), there's a special pronoun set just for soldiers.

So, in Gallacia, anyone, regardless of gender, can waltz up to the nearest military recruitment post, declare themselves a soldier, and be given a sword and a new set of pronouns within the hour. Hence the term "sworn soldier."

Anyway!

Prior to arriving at the House of Usher, Alex encounters an Englishwoman, Miss Eugenia Potter, a mycologist studying the local mushrooms, and there are some gnarly-looking (and smelling!) mushrooms. In fact, the whole landscape around Usher House seems...off. Everything seems dead or dying. Random hares will stand up and just stare right at you.

And not in a cute way, either.

As if the landscape weren't bad enough, once Alex gets to the Usher House, Roderick himself barely resembles the soldier Alex once knew. His skin has gone bone-white and he's as thin as a skeleton. He seems terrified by something but can't quite articulate what. Madeline is still alive, but in bad shape. Not even Roderick's friend Denton, an American doctor, can say what is wrong with her and Roderick (Catalepsy? Anemia? Hysteria? Roomis Igloomis? Who knows?). Denton and Alex immediately figure it's something to do with their environment - the house is both rotting and falling apart around them - but Roderick insists that Madeline can't leave, and if she can't leave, he won't leave.

Determined to find out what's happening to their friends, Alex resolves to stay. But things in the House of Usher are starting to get weird. For one thing, Madeline sleepwalks far more than a dying woman should, speaking in a strange, child-like voice, there's a lake outside that seems to pulse and shine with odd lights, there's a legion of undead hares wandering around and, seriously, what is up with those mushrooms??? With the help of Denton, Miss Potter, and their trusty batman, Angus, Alex must figure out what the hell is going on with the House of Usher...before whatever it is starts to spread.

What Moves The Dead is short and sweet and the perfect book to read when it's cold and dreary outside - and definitely not one you want to read before eating a giant bowl of mushroom risotto. If you're looking for a fantastic, spooky-type read that reads like if Edgar Allan Poe and The Last of Us joined forces with an army of undead bunnies.

But!

Luckily for all of us, Alex Easton's adventures don't stop with the events at the House of Usher.

It's late in the autumn and poor Alex would much rather be in Paris. Unfortunately, Angus has successfully guilt-tripped them into a trip to Alex's family's old hunting lodge back in the Old Country, aka Gallacia. Nothing like good old Gallacia in the winter where everything is damp, cold, cold, and, you guessed it! Damp.

But the redoubtable British mycologist Miss Eugenia Potter wishes to study some Gallacian mushrooms, and Angus, who is absolutely sweet on her, pretty much voluntold Alex to come along to act as Miss Potter's translator and use their hunting lodge as a home base.

So instead of a beautiful late Autumn/Winter in Paris, Alex is stuck back home.

*Sigh* looks nice, doesn't it?

As much as Alex sulks at the thought of spending several weeks back home, it's not like they're going to say no to Angus and Miss Potter. Not after everything they went through with the Usher House *shudder*.

Unfortunately, when Angus and Alex arrive at the lodge to help get it ready for Miss Potter's arrival, the caretaker, Codrin, is nowhere to be found. A quick trip to the nearby village reveals that Codrin has been dead for the past two months. But the locals are being very cagey about what killed him - Codrin's daughter is very insistent that it was just a lung infection, nothing else, no further questions, goodbye.

Finding a replacement for Codrin proves difficult, as it seems none of the villagers want to go near the lodge because there's a rumor that Codrin wasn't killed by inflammation of the lungs, but by a creature called a Moroi - a woman who sits on your chest and quite literally steals your breath. And the rumor is, a Moroi has taken up residence at the Hunting Lodge.

Yikes.

After some effort, Alex manages to hire a new housekeeper: the ill-tempered Widow Botezatu, who brings her grandson Bors along with her. The Widow immediately hates Alex, thinking them a wastrel, but Bors is nice enough. Miss Potter arrives, complete with terrible Gallacian phrasebook, but it soon becomes clear things aren't quite right at the Lodge. Alex begins to experience strange dreams - dreams in which a woman is kneeling on their chest because, yep, the Moroi is very real, and it can get to you in your dreams, just like Groundskeeper Willie in Treehouse of Horror VI.

Which is to say like Freddie Kruger, but still.

When it becomes clear that the Moroi is after the residents of the lodge, it's up to Alex, Angus and Miss Potter to figure out how to defeat a creature that can infiltrate your dreams.

What Feasts at Night is just as creepy, eerie and atmospheric as What Moves the Dead - there is plenty of non-fungal body horror and, mercifully, no zombie bun buns. Kingfisher is fantastic at capturing the terror of having your ability to breathe taken from you, and of the dread of having to fight something you can't grasp while awake. How she manages to pack so much into two short novels, I have no idea.

RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone in the mood for some short, sweet spooky horror.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone who gets easily queasy, someone in the middle of eating a nice mushroom risotto, someone who really, really, really loves bunnies being alive and living their best lives, anyone who might wake up in the middle of the night with their cat on their chest staring directly into their eyes...

RELEASE DATE FOR WHAT FEASTS AT NIGHT: February 13, 2024

RATING FOR BOTH: 5/5

ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR SWORN SOLDIER BOOKS: Chigori

#book review #horror #t. kingfisher #what moves the dead #what feasts at night #edgar allan poe #mushrooms #zombie bunnies #Gallacia #sworn soldier #Alex Easton #Angus #Miss Potter #Mycology #Moroi #Dream monster

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lilyswh0re · 2 years

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it’s nice to have a (girl)friend - robin buckley

date: june 16, 2022

summary: robin’s a good “friend”

note: y/n is a fem bc robin is a lesbian but race and appearance isn’t mentioned. y/n uses she/her. this takes place the school year before season 3 and during season 3

warnings: nothing but fluff bc wlw/sapphics deserve media that isn’t centered around suffering and homophobia 🫶

a/n: ITS PRIDE MONTH AND I SHOULD HAVE A GF RN. also i think the gif is vvvv cute

tags: @we-stan-evie-frye @ghostofscarley @loverssfevers @limerenze

the air was crisp against your skin. you had dropped your gloves somewhere along the way to the bus stop in the morning and the indiana winter wasn’t very forgiving. “want mine?” robin asks.

“no, robin, it’s cold.”

she slips off one of hers and slips it onto your own hand, “compromise.” she smiles, lingering on your wrist. subtle touches like those warmed your heart. robin tugs on your coat sleeve, covering your exposed wrist.

“wanna hang out?” you ask, “i have my place to myself today.”

“yea, sounds like fun.” you lead her to your bus.

it’s stuffy in there with everyone’s coats and slippery boots.

“i forgot how much i hate your bus,” robin laughed lowly. hers happens to be more empty and have less band geeks with their bulky cases.

“it’s only fair, we always go to your house. i got a nintendo with a bunch of games. you can use it first.”

you were rambling about your plans once you arrived. only stopping when you feel robin’s hand in your pocket. she withdrew it with a downturnt smile.

uncrumpling the paper was a drawing of a flower inside a heart vase; written in it was: you look very pretty.

“i meant to give that to you in english.”

the butterflies were overwhelming. robin was your first almost girlfriend (almost because she hadn’t asked you out yet, and you were to nervous to ask her).

•••

school finally let out, the humidity was agonizing and the sun left anything that absorbed heat, sizzling. unfortunately, robin’s roof was black, which burned the back of your thighs. the temperature only started going down as the sun set, leaving a trail of pinks in her wake.

“is harrington going to replace me?”

robin tensed up at the mention of his name. you were only joking though. “harrington is such a doofus. no brain cells, all hair. i think all the hairspray killed them.” she sent you into a fit of laughter, almost causing you to roll off the roof.

she grinned as she gripped your hand to keep you stable. the sweatiness of her palms hushed your laugh in an instant. gasping for air, you lay closer to her.

the sun was done sinking at this point.

“do we have to get off any time soon?” your head rolled towards her, only to see that she was already looking at you.

“nah, no curfew. but i do have work tomorrow.” you nodded, “you should come in with me.”

“sure.” the apples of your cheeks hurt from smiling.

•••

some couple had gotten married as you were cruising through downtown hawkin. you weren’t around the church to see them as the bells rang, announcing their life long union. you only saw the aftermath of the rice on the corner.

“in some cultures that means bad luck,” robin stated, “we shouldn’t throw rice, you know?”

“well babe, i guess we won’t throw rice.” robin’s cheeks were blazing red.

“yea…babe.”

“let’s go home.”

robin kicks off on her bike, leading you home.

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after reading note: yes i feminized the sun, suck it up 🫶 the sun and moon are sapphics, it’s a lesbian relationship. also i didn’t know how to write the final verse 💔

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley fluff

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scarletwinterxx · 2 years

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My name is whatever you decide And I'm just gonna call you mine - mark lee scenario

hi! my life has been so hectic lately i can’t find the time to write as much :( apologies for the lack of content. Once things get better, I’ll make it up to you!

As always thank you for your support!

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Mark is a man with very good patience, one proof of that is the fact that he managed to stay bestfriends with Lee Haechan through the years even when the latter all but drives him near close to insanity.

He is what most girls and some guys would say the type of guy written by a woman, he’s smart, talented, very down to earth and pretty much everything good. The engagement party free pass type, the guy you would have no doubts taking home to meet the parents.

If anyone ask if he had any thorns on his side, something that would crack that perfect imagine. His answer would be simple: you.

What started out as a simple joke (from Haechan) turned into years worth of teasing, from both you and his friends. He made a tiny mistake of asking who was the cute girl in class and the next thing he knows, Haechan was hunting down searching through the internet looking for your name until he could finally identify Mark’s mystery girl.

As far as they knew you shared a couple of classes with Mark making you the same age as him. From that, Haechan started his hunt. He had a long list of candidates on who the girl might be, at this point Mark has told him to drop it at least fifteen times but of course Haechan is already way too invested.

It happened one night at a party you happen to attended, coincidentally Mark agreed to come out even though he wanted to stay in and finish some of his works.

Good thing he changed his mind, because the moment you walked in his eyes were glued on you. Jaw slacked, eyes locked in. Haechan was the first one to notice the lovestruck look on his bestfriend’s face. He didn’t have to look that far anymore because it turns out you would be the one introducing yourself to them.

From then on Mark’s friends never gave that topic a rest, and somewhere along the way they got you riding in on the joke; his crush on you.

It was half joke and half not to Mark, you really are one of the prettiest girl he has ever met. The way you carry yourself, the confidence both attracts him and could possibly someday the death of him.

“Give it here” Mark mumbles, already fed up with your antics so early in the morning

“Let me read over, I’ll cross check your notes” you say, skimming through his paper. He’s top of the class so it was pretty useless to do this, Mark is nothing if not thorough. You doubt you’d find any mistake on his paper but you tease him anyways

“You’re funny, why don’t I do yours after?” he replies, finally succeeding in snatching his paper back.

“Good idea, why don’t you do me after?” feigning innocence as you watch the guy roll his eyes, not even sparing you a glance. At this point he’s used to the teasing, even when it’s 8am in the morning and he’s running on 4 hours of sleep.

“Yea sure, after you correct your paper. I just saw atleast three errors on that” he nods his head at the paper on the table “No shit, really? I thought I was done with this” you mumble, turning your attention to your paper instead totally missing the small smile on Mark’s face.

“What are you doing this weekend?” you ask him after class

“Stay home, catch up on some work”

“There’s a party” “At the Neo House, I know. Haechan wouldn’t shut up about it” he cuts you off, already gathering his stuff and you following after him. He waits until you get up first and walk out the room.

“Am I going to see you there or are you going to bail again? It’s no fun without you around” you tell Mark

“You mean it’s no fun to not have any one to pick on”

“I do it out of love, be flattered”

Hot and cold, that’s what it’s like with Mark. Sometimes you wonder just how far can you joke about your feelings until it becomes real. You admit there are times when it feels like you’re already half way there but then you think maybe he doesn’t really feel that way about you anymore.

So your escape route every time, you joke about it. You make it seem like you’re just teasing but more times there are moments he makes your heart skip a beat with his little action he’s probably not aware of.

Things you noticed he does without thinking. Like one time you dropped your pen on the floor and leaned down to get it, seeing Mark’s hand cover the edge of the table so you won’t accidently bump into it. Or that time the two of you were walking outside campus to get snacks, he pulled you to the side switching places with you so he’s the one walking closer to the street where the cars were passing by.

How can you not feel like there’s some truth to the ‘joke’ when he does all those things for you? But you knew better than to give meaning to it. Mark’s a gentleman, you know he’d do it for others too.

“Mark! You’re here!” You squealed the moment you spot him from the crowd, as far as he could tell you were already drunk. Taking the cup from your grasp then downing the remaining content himself.

“Yah, that was mine”

“And you’re drunk, you should get some water” he strictly tells you, pulling you towards the kitchen by your arm. You didn’t even fight against him, sending a sly smile to your friends while walking away

“Here, drink this” he says, passing the bottle he opened. It’s like instinct at this point to him, to take care of you.

“You know, this is why they say you like me. You always do things for me without me asking for it”

“Maybe because it’s the right thing to do, don’t think too much about it”

You just laughed at his statement, Mark would only be like this to you. So brazen yet so caring.

“Oh but I will, keep being like this to me I might end up falling for you for real”

This time Mark didn’t say anything back, he just watched you take the drink. Passing the half empty bottle back to him. “Don’t blame me if I get too attached to you” you joked, booping him on the nose before walking or rather wobble out the kitchen to join the party once again.

He sees you greet a couple of guys, immediately recognizing his friends. He knows they won’t let anything happen to you so he lets you be, getting a non alcoholic drink for himself.

He wasn’t suppose to come out tonight but then he received a text from Haechan that you’re here. And Haechan thought it was his duty to keep his bestfriend updated even though Mark never asked, when Haechan mentioned there’s a guy who keeps making advances at you he immediately got up from his bed to change and go to the Neo House.

And that’s how he found himself sitting in the kitchen, keeping a careful eye on you from afar while he converses with the other guys.

A little later that night, Mark found you by the beer pong table. In the middle of a heated game between Jaemin and Jeno on the other side while Haechan is on your team

“Yah! You never get it in” Haechan screams when you didn’t make the shot “Shut up, you never take the drink anyways! I drank the last like 5 cups” you say as you pick up the red cup Jeno managed to get the ball in, again.

Before the cup reaches your lips though, it was taken from your grasp. Feeling someone standing behind you. A hand resting on your hip the other holding the red cup

“Would you look at that, Mark Lee to the rescue” Jeno smirks, watching his older friend down the drink before sending you a quick glare. The rest of the boys letting out a laugh.

He was acting cold, only towards you but they knew better. This was him trying to keep his cool.

“Uh oh I’ve been caught” you giggle, fully resting yourself backwards. Mark catching your full weight in fear you might fall on the floor, “I think it’s time to call it a night”

“Are you driving?” Jaemin asks Mark, “No, but I’ll take this one back to her place first. See you later” he said bidding a quick goodbye to his friends before throwing your arm around his shoulder to support you.

It’s not the first time he took you home after a night of partying. Most times you agree to go out because you know he’d be there to make sure you get home safely, granted that’s a bit selfish to make Mark take care of you but you never really asked him. It’s his first instinct to make sure you’re safe and okay.

When he got to your apartment, he punches in the code guiding you to your room before gently setting you on the bed. He leaves a glass of water and some medicine on your bedside table, plugging your phone in the charger before checking to see if you’re sleeping.

Then he goes home.

For the rest of the weekend Mark’s phone was radio silent, he assumed you’re still recovering from your hangover and is probably still asleep like the rest of his friends.

He did some work, even did the laundry to pass some time and enjoy the peaceful day to himself. It was already almost evening when he hears a knock on the door.

Peeking to see who it was, he sees you standing on the other side of his door continously knocking on the door.

“You should really learn how to wait” he tells you when he opens the door, meanwhile you just shoot him a smile before walking inside.

“My roommate is not home and we don’t have any grocery at home”

“You want me to cook?” Mark asks, making sure it’s what you meant with that

“Oh god no, you’re good at everything but I’ve heard enough horror stories of you in the kitchen. I’ll cook, do you have ramen?” you didn’t even wait for an answer, already walking towards the kitchen. He’s not sure whether to take that as a diss or a compliment.

You cooked ramen for the both of you, even friend some eggs to make it a complete meal. It was near dinner time anyways.

“What do you do when you’re alone? Who cooks?”

“I can cook”

“Uh huh, I’d believe it when I see it”

“I can cook ramen, or I order. Haechan cooks when he comes over” Mark answers, hearing a chuckle from you. “Come over at mine when you want. I usually cook dinner alone, my roommate mostly stays out but I don’t like ordering that much so I make food” you offer

“Okay” he answers, the silence wasn’t awkward or anything like that. In fact it was comforting. Sometimes you feel the need to fill in the silence but not right now, not with Mark.

The two of you worked in silence, cleaning up the dishes after you were done with it. You rinse while he wipes the bowls and pans.

“Hey Mark, Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm”

“Do you ever get annoyed with me?” it was out of the blue, but you were curious. It also felt like the only appropriate time to ask him this.

“Why’d you ask?” he glances over to you “You know, when I joke around and tease you something like that. I don’t do it to be mean” you mumble

For the first time in years, Mark watches you be shy around him. You’re never like this around him.

Mark catches himself smiling at you, throwing the towel over his shoulder to cross his arm. This time turning to the side to look at you, noticing his actions you look over at him. A bit surprised to find him already looking at you,

“What’s with that look on your face?” you ask

“You’re cute when you’re shy” he mumbles, his voice low and a smirk on his lips. You can feel your knees buckle a bit, resting your side on the counter to support yourself.

“You didn’t answer me though” you tell him

It’s like someone flipped the switch because the next thing you know you’re trapped between the counter and Mark. Both of his hands resting beside your hip, effectively trapping you in place.

Not sure if you could handle looking straight into his eyes, you look around the room behind him. Anywhere but him

“I’m right here, where are you looking at?” he whispers, lifting your chin up with his hand

“Uh I... I’m just...”

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” he laughs, finding this entertaining. The one times he decides to do the teasing and you’re already this flustered. He can’t help but smile at you adoringly.

The feelings he had for you never really went away. Yes he acts all cold and nonchalant around you but deep inside he wanted you. He just wasn’t sure if you felt the same way or it was all a joke to you.

So now he’s betting, hoping the odds to be in his favor. Right now, looking at you he really do thinks he has a chance. Either that or your gaze is making him crazy, there’s no way you don’t feel even a little bit for him.

“So safe to say you weren’t annoyed?” you mumbled, blinking up at Mark. This time the guy lets out a hearty laugh, arms snaking around your waist to pick you up and twirl you gently. Your arms going around his shoulders securely.

Still he didn’t give you an answer, he just looked at you with a gentle smile

“Yah, I’ll keep on doing it if don’t give an answer” you jokingly threatened him, pushing away but he pulls you back in.

“No, I don’t mind. You can bother me all you want” he says, with this you feel your cheeks heat up. You were so used to be the one to do the teasing but never on the receiving end.

Nothing really prepared you for this. To see Mark like this, hear him speak like this. For years you kept your feelings at bay but not anymore. Not tonight, tonight to let it all fall.

“You know, I do like you like for real. When Haechan told me you liked me but I first talked to you you were so cold me I thought he was joking. I was genuinely hurt” you tell him,

“You like me?” Mark asks “That’s all you heard?”

“No, sorry sorry. I was only like that because the guys wouldn’t give it a rest and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable” he admits.

“For real?” you ask him, Mark nods at you “We could’ve been dating already this whole time, why why did we never give this a try sooner?” you ask to no one in particular. Mark laughs at your statement before drawing you in for another hug.

The two of you just smile at each other, no music was playing but you were swaying gently back and forth. Bringing his hand up to caress your cheek,

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, but next time don’t ask just do it. You have my full permission”

Then he was kissing you. You can feel him smile against your lips, doing the same. You’re not sure how long the two of you were kissing but some time during that, Mark picks you up once again to set you on the counter. Standing in between your legs. His arms on your hips and yours holding his arms.

When the two of you finally broke apart you say, “This would sound evil but I want to prank Haechan, like let’s pretend to get in a fight and not talk to each other”

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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BTS Reaction|| Gets Overwhelmed With His Emotions and Cries [Request]

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GIFS DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

SEOKJIN:

"Hello?" You grumbled into the phone as you rolled over, it was the middle of the night and you were much rather looking forward to sleeping since you'd had a busy day at work.

"Baby?" You heard Jin say on the other end of the line, followed by a sniffle that sounded as though he'd been crying. All thoughts of sleep left your body as you sat up in the bed,

"Jin? What's the matter? Why are you crying?" It was as if you'd snapped into overprotective partner mode, ready to fight anyone that had decided to upset your boyfriend to the point of crying.

"I miss you," He whimpered as you smiled weakly, he was off in America doing some new promotions and you missed him too but this was something you two did a lot. You'd been dating for a while now and you were used to him being gone for a few months at a time,

"I miss you too baby, is that why you're crying?" You cooed softly as you cuddled into the pillows, laying your phone down onto the pillow beside you as you listened to the sound of his voice.

"I just love you so much," He sniffled again and you smiled, it was nice to hear him get like this but you didn't know why it was coming out all of a sudden. The two of you had told one another you loved each other months ago.

"I love you too-"

"No, I mean, I love you so much it hurts...I-I don't want to be away from you anymore. I don't ever want to be away from you...I-I have all of these overwhelming emotions." He looked at his phone as he saw your name on the screen and drunkenly smiled to himself. It didn't matter that you were on the other side of the world, he was just so happy that he got to call you "his".

"It won't be long baby I promise," You'd already been planning to fly out and see him soon, with the help of Yoongi who was tired of hearing Jin whine about you not being with him.

"You do?"

"I do. How about I fly out and see you this weekend?" You didn't care if it spoiled the surprise, you hated the fact that he was crying and you were willing to do anything to make him smile again.

"Really?!

"Yeah, baby,"

"YOU HEAR THAT! THEY'RE COMING TO SEE ME!" He screamed at the boys as you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head at him. It was cute to hear him like this but you doubted the boys were enjoying it.

"Are you drunk?" You laughed as he hiccuped and hummed tiredly at you,

"A little, but I love you so it's okay." He said in a matter-of-fact tone making you laugh a little harder as you snuggled into the sheets, yawning a little.

"Baby, do you know what time it is for me?" It was silent for a while before he gasped loudly and dramatically suddenly realising that he'd woken you up in the middle of the night.

"Don't hang up..." He begged as he snuggled down onto the sofa inside of his hotel room, he wanted to fall asleep to you on the phone as you used to when you started dating,

"I won't Jin, just let me sleep? We can stay on the phone."

YOONGI:

Yoongi wasn't exactly overly emotional when it came to showing his love, it was something that the boys would tease him for a lot but they didn't know what happened behind closed doors. You'd been home alone one night with Yoongi when you heard him crying a little,

"Yoongi?" You panicked looking over at him from the sofa, there were tears rolling down his face as he shook his head at you and whimpered a little. It wasn't like Yoongi to cry in front of you like this unless a sad movie was playing,

"I love you," He whispered as you crawled onto the sofa and into his arms, he wrapped himself around you so tightly you didn't think he was ever going to let go of you.

"Hey, hey, hey, where is this coming from?" You comforted him, reaching your hand up to wipe away some of the tears from his face as he sniffled a little.

"I know I don't show it a lot but you know I love you, right?" You nodded at him as he began kissing you all over your face, and you smiled softly as you kissed him back.

"I know baby, I know you do. What's all this about?" He shook his head at you as he kept his arms wrapped around you tightly.

"I just love you so fucking much," He whispered as he continued to hold you, resting his head on your shoulder as he relaxed against him.

"No crying, cause if you cry any more I'm going to start," You warned him as he chuckled a little, pressing more soft kisses against your shoulder as he repeated how much he loved you.

HOSEOK:

You hadn't been expecting it in the slightest, one minute he was standing with a giant smile on his face giving the speech of a lifetime and the next he was sobbing on the stage.

"I wanted to say thank you to someone I love the most in the entire world, the one person that makes me feel as though I-I'm more than just the love of their life. They make me feel...S-So many things." He sniffled as he shook his head, it never seemed as though he could ever find the right words to say about you. Nothing ever seemed good enough to describe the way he felt, which was why there were so many unreleased songs about you saved on his laptop.

"Nothing I could ever write or say will ever be good enough to describe the love I have for them and the love that they make me feel." You felt tears rolling down your face as you watched Hoseok speaking to ARMY about you like this. They all knew of your releationship but this was the first time he was being so open about it.

"This is for you! I love you baby!" He yelled between the sobs as music began to flood the stage and he got ready to devote a song to you in front of everybody.

NAMJOON:

"Joonie?" You mumbled rolling over in your shared bed and frowning when you found Namjoon sitting up and crying. He wiped his cheeks, trying to hide the fact that he'd just been crying over you while you slept.

"You're awake?" He questioned as he looked over at the time, it was almost 2 in the morning you should be sleeping.

"You're crying, what's wrong?" You sat up slowly, trying to get yourself to wake up as he shook his head at you. It was stupid, how was he ever going to explain it to you.

"Nothing," You shook your head at him as you laid your head on his shoulder, taking his hand in yours and giving it a small squeeze. The two of you weren't the type to hide things from each other and you wanted to be open and honest at all times.

"Don't lie to me."

"I just-" He sighed a little, how was he supposed to talk about this when it had just hit him in the middle of the night. All you'd been doing was laying there asleep beside him while he read from his latest book and he just stared at you. Smiling as he began to imagine the rest of his life with you like this and that was it. It hit him like a wave and he was left crying about how much he loved you, how deeply in love with you he was.

"I'm so in love with you," He breathed out as you felt your entire body heating up at the words, it was the first time either of you had said it to one another,

"I know we haven't said it yet but I am...I'm so in love with you and I can't...I can't imagine my life without you," He spoke without holding back, you smiled brightly up at him,

"I love you too,"

"You don't have to say it because I did," You shook your head at him kissing him deeply as you pulled him close to you, wanting to prove to him how much you loved him.

JIMIN:

"Jimin?! I bought food, I think I got too much though so you might...wanna..." You stopped when you walked into the living room and saw Jimin sitting on the floor and crying. All sense of food walked out of your body as you put the bags down and rushed to your boyfriends side wanting to know what was going on.

"Babe? What happened? Are you on twitter again?" You panicked looking down at his lap to find a photo album you'd been working on. It was supposed to be an anniversary present and you couldn't believe he'd found it.

"I need to get a better hiding spot," You laughed softly as you smiled a little, turning to look at Jimin who was just staring at you with complete love in his eyes. He could hardly believe he'd been lucky enough to get you to himself.

"I love you," He whispered as he brought you into his lap, quickly moving the photo album to the side.

"I love you too baby," You smiled, looking at him a little confused as to why this was making him cry.

"No. I mean...I'm really in love with you, L-Like I don't want to spend another moment away from you in love with you," He admitted as you kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"I love you too," You whispered breathlessly as he held you against him, telling you over and over again how much he loved you as he cried.

TAEHYUNG:

All you'd done was sit and cook with his parents, that was it. He'd walked into your shared home to find you cooking with his mum and dad and he started to break down into tears.

"Tae?" You asked, concern seeping from your words as he rushed over to you and hugged you tightly. His parents both watched in "Awe" as you comforted their crying son.

"Thank you," He whispered as you continued to hold him, slowly walking with him out of the kitchen so the two of you could talk in private, or at least away from listening ears.

"I love you," He told you as he nodded his head, tears still streaming down his cheeks while you tried to wipe them away with the sleeve of your shirt.

"I love you too baby, what's going on?" You tried not to feel worried as he looked at you and continued to sob a little,

"S-Seeing you with my family...It just-" He shook his head as he thought about it. The second he'd seen you with his parents, so calm and happy as though it was a normal occurrence he couldn't think straight. All he could do was get overwhelmed by how much he loved you and seeing you together with them,

"It just hit me how much I fucking love you," He whispered before kissing you deeply, your body heating up as you remembered his parents were only in the other room.

JUNGKOOK:

You'd just got done spending the entire day together and Jungkook was getting ready to bed with you.

"What movie do you want to fall asleep to?" You called out as you stared at the TV, trying to find anything to watch. When you didn't get an answer you turned to look at your boyfriend to repeat the question but you were met with Jungkook's eyes on your body.

"My shirt," He whispered as if you didn't already know that you were wearing it,

"From our first date." You told him as you looked down at the shirt you were wearing. He'd been wondering where it went and now he knew,

"I always sleep in it, i-it's my favourite." You told him and that was when the tears started to run down his cheeks.

"K-Kookie?! I'll take it off, you can have it back." You panicked as he suddenly pulled you down onto his lap and shook his head at you.

"N-No. Don't! Don't ever give it back," He told you as he kissed you deeply, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he sniffled a little.

"I love you so much," He whispered as you kissed him back,

"I love you too baby," You chuckled softly as he shook his head at you, laying you down gently on the bed as he began to tell you, in-depth, how much he loved and adored you.

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