#so I missed a zoom meeting and didn't know about a place I was supposed to be (luckily I was there for theatre)

[ferrstappen]

max the extra wag l Max Verstappen

a/n: this is so bad im sorry but it just came to my mind! I hope to post the second part of the Lando break up series tomorrow, hopefully after he gets on the podium!!!!

pairing: Max Verstappen x female reader

genre: fluff

FIND THE REST OF MAX THE WAG SERIES HERE

summary: you can't keep up with all the drama outside the track, but your boyfriend keeps you updated.

It's not like you didn't check social media or that your algorithm didn't show you edits of your boyfriend driving, trauma dumping, looking cute and hot as always, but after a couple of weeks being exploited as an intern, you didn't really have the time to keep up with the usual gossip from Max's work.

Monaco GP, 2023

It was great to be home. The best of the Monaco Grand Prix was that you could sleep on your own bed, you and Max could walk back home hand in hand, stopping to buy things you may need: sweets to fill your purse to binge while sitting on the garage, the special herbal blend Max liked to have before going to bed, condoms because the last box was almost empty.

Adored and precious routine. almost.

You had to admit Monaco made you a little more nervous, not only because of the narrow streets, but a lot of important, well-known people were all over the place, and Max was the center of it all. Even after years of relationship, you still felt nervous when he looked at your with glowing eyes.

This is my girlfriend, (y/n). She has this great internship because she's the best of her class. I'm sure you've met before.

When all that was over, you chatted a bit with known photographers from the paddock, and right when you were speaking to one of them, you noticed the special white and red look of Charles Leclerc, walking hand in hand with a girl.

It didn't catch your attention immediately, but when you were back home, comfortably sitting on your bed reading an article for work while Max viewed the photographs of the day, the image sneaked in your thoughts.

"You didn't tell me about Charles and Charlotte!" you released the statement a bit harsher than expected, Max's eyebrows furrowing.

"Tell you what?" Max was confused and his face showed it, it was funny.

"Charles Leclerc? Charlotte Siné? Sounds familiar?" you said playfully rolling your eyes.

"I know who they are, schat, but I don't know the thing I was supposed to tell you about? They broke up months ago, they even announced it on instagram, although it was completely unnecessary if you ask me," The last sentence painted a smile on your face, recognizing the change of the tone of his voice, posture and facial expressions, he was ready to gossip.

"But I saw them walking together today! They were walking towards the Ferrari garage, they were holding hands and everything!"

Right in that moment, you observed how his expression changed before realizing a chuckle, his loud and gorgeous laugh that instantly made your insides flutter because it came from his stomach, his lungs; the purest laugh, your favorite.

"She is his new girlfriend, babe," Max told you and your jaw dropped. "Checo said the same thing to me and Daniel when they walked in together for the first time, Checo was sure it was Charlotte until Charles introduced us before the press conference," Now he was in full gossip mode: sitting straighter, phone left behind, blue eyes open wide.

"I'm speechless," you told him, repeating what you saw in the morning over and over again, but your feelings suddenly deviated from surprise to betrayal, playfully hitting Max's thigh. "Honey, why didn't you tell me that sooner?!"

Barcelona GP, 2023

Today you entered the paddock alone, coming straight from the hotel room after landing just an hour ago. You were sad to miss Friday, but your boss said it was vital for you to be in the office on Friday, insisting the meetings couldn't be held on Zoom.

You knew it was because he's a Mercedes fan and hoped Max would be distracted without having you there.

As if. your presence wasn't very vital during the weekend and you were well aware of it.

Admiring the amount of fans cheering for their favorite drivers, a sea of red Ferrari merchandising and flags, you walked by the Ferrari garage to greet Carlos, letting him know you (and Max) were cheering for him to get P2.

P1 belonged to your boyfriend, always.

Quickly scanning the drivers lounge you noticed the Sainz family, very close to each other, Carlos Sainz Sr. listening to everything the engineers were saying about his son's strategy and car.

But something was missing, and it was easy to notice because every friend and family of Carlos was there.

With that idea roaming, you reached your destination, grabbing a sugar free Red Bull before finding your boyfriend with his suit hanging from his hips, tightly hugging him from his waist while carefully extending your neck to meet his lips.

Max was required to stay longer on the track, Christian letting him know they added a meeting to discuss strategy because of the changing wether.

This left you with almost an hour to kill; your head resting on his thighs as he carefully juggling.

"Max, have you heard anything from the party last week? after the gp?" this got Max's attention, already knowing you had a piece of information.

"I know Lando almost hooked up with a girl from Latin America, from Chile I think? but nothing happened because his brother was staying on his flat. Charles and... ex girlfriend 2.0? made it official. Checo didn't go anywhere because last year still haunts him..." Max was mentally remembering every piece of information he'd heard during the week. "Oh, and I think Carlos was with a girl that wasn't his girlfriend? Christian said they didn't do anything, but Max Fewtrell said they left together,"

"Interesting because you know who's not in the Ferrari garage? at his home race? Isa," You told Max, which caused him to drop the colorful balls he was juggling.

"No! So it's true? he cheated?" He whisper shouted.

"Maybe they've been broken up for some time, now that I think about it I haven't seen her since testing?"

Neither Max nor you heard when someone walked in, calling for Max. Because now Max's head was resting on your legs as your fingers caressed his hair, his hands moving around as he came up with a possible theory, tying loose ends and trying to remember anything he'd heard.

The subject was forgotten once you arrived to the hotel room; lights off, eyes almost closing, but Max gasped when he remembered something Alonso mentioned during a press conference, apparently after hearing Lance talking with Esteban.

"Lance said Esteban and his girlfriend are over, do you think it's true?" Max asked you, and this brought up another thing.

"Did you hear anything about Lance cheating or whatever at his sister's wedding?" now you asked him, bodies coming closer to each other.

Now sleep was long forgotten and the only important thing was the gossipy whispers, the loud giggle leaving Max's lips when something sounded too ridiculous, and the security of knowing you'd never be the subject of those rumors.

[nexysworld]

What about like a Sub-Yandere!Leon?!! Could you do a head cannon or prompt for that? I get traditionally he’s DOM in most of the stories I read but just picturing RE2 Yandere Leon being all subby, like topping from the bottom of that even makes sens??? ;-;;

Okay. Okay. Okay. Ok. I absolutely LOVE this thought. I'm a sucker for Subby RE2 Leon, yandere! even better. Bear with me I've never done one of those headcanon format things before so it might not be very good, but still wanted to try. Can't improve if you don't. Pairings: GN!Reader x Yandere!Leon Warnings: NSFW, Sub Dynamics, Smut, Obsessive/Needy Behavior

When it comes to smut by itself, I think it can be hard to discern Yandere! specific actions, but I definitely think if you crank those things up to 10 in obsessiveness, obnoxiousness, and frequency it can definitely be Yandere!. Here's some of the things that immediately come to mind to me: 🖤Can we say NEEEEEEDDDYY! Obviously he's obsessed with you, so your attention is all for him. "Baby, touch me please." Or "C'mon baby, please let me make you feel good. Wanna make you feel sooo good." Constantly, while he bashes those pretty blues at you, because what else could you be doing that's more important than giving him attention? He'd absolutely guilt-trip and gaslight you until you give in to playing with him, even if it results in some 'funishments' on his end and disruptions to things like your zoom meetings, phone calls, or going out of the house.

🖤 Brats it up for sure, testing those rules. Not supposed to touch himself? Ok. Catch him grinding against you, the couch, a pillow, using your panties, especially using your panties. He'd always make sure to be caught. Technically you didn't say he couldn't, but he knows that's pushing the rules, doesn't matter though since he's got your attention now. "Sorry baby, just missed you so much, couldn't help myself" or "Look how hard I am it hurts, need you."

🖤 Loves praise from you and only you, so he'll happily follow any commands if it means he has your focus. Want him between your legs? Done. Wanna sit on his face? Done. Slow down. Speed up. Done. Done. Edge him until he can't take it anymore? Sure - as long as you're focused on him and telling him how good he's being. If he thinks you're not giving him enough attention, catch him doing something like giving you an extra lick or suck here and there to overstim you back into noticing him. 🖤 Would absolutely make any toys that you use disappear because he's the only toy you need.

🖤 Simply obnoxious around other people, will do all he can to act out and annoy you into leaving with him so it can be just the two of you again. Things like putting your hand on his clothed erection under the dinner table while giving you the cutest pouty look, then whining just enough that you can tell people notice something is going on, but not enough to full on get their attention. Would absolutely bluff about getting worse though to embarrass you until you gave in. (This is if he hadn't found away to stop you from going out in the first place.) And if he's desperate enough, he might not be bluffing.

🖤 I don't think he'd like any kind of mean dom. He needs your undying love and affection so if you were mean to him it would absolutely crush him, or worse, he might think you prefer someone else and who ever that is might disappear - yikes. You could say he was "being bad" and that's why he can't cum yet. But if you said something like "wanna fuck me with that useless cock?" you'd get the saddest face ever. It's not useless, it's literally there for your pleasure!! 🥺

🖤 Not that any punishments really work, but ignoring him is the absolute worst. Ya know how they say if you ignore bad behavior it will stop? Not with Yandere! Leon, that's just begging for him to amp things up. All that tells him is he's not doing enough to get your attention and affections -- he is persistent, you won't win that battle.

🖤 Vocal as hell. You give him pleasure or guide him through touching himself, he's going to be making the best noises you've ever heard. He takes note of this though, if there's ones you react to or seem to like more he will absolutely amp those specific ones up or start with them off the bat to keep your attention. 🖤 LOVES being reminded that he's yours. Because duh of course he is!!! Only he's worthy of being yours!! You don't need anyone else silly, and he means anyone else.

🖤 Despite assuming the Sub! position he's likely still the one in control overall due to how good at manipulating he is - especially since he knows you so well. Not to mention his Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlbossing mantra outside of the bedroom.

[himluv]

DA Review Series: Asunder

I'm back with another review, and finally breaking into NEW territory for me! While I've read all the graphic novels, I had not read Asunder, The Masked Empire, or The Last Flight before this summer!

<<< Previous Review: Until We Sleep

Title: Asunder Author: David Gaider Publication Year: 2011 In-World Year: ~9:40 Dragon Verdict: This was my first time reading Asunder and it is HANDS DOWN required reading if you're a DA fan. There is so much lore and politics and it not only sets up Cole's origins and the state of the Seekers, but also gives us closure on Wynne and Shale. And it is by far the best of Gaider's books. An undeniably important entry in the series.

Asunder takes place not long after the end of Dragon Age II, in the Orlesian Circle of Magic called The White Spire. We meet so many important figures in this book! Divine Justina, Knight-Captain Evangeline, Senior Enchanter Rhys, Lord Seeker Lambert, and of course, Cole.

Basically, things are not going well in the Spire. Tensions are at an all-time high between the Mage's and the Templars, and a recent attack on the Divine by a rogue mage has brought the Seekers of Truth to the tower to investigate.

To make matters worse, there is a killer loose in the tower, and the only suspect is Rhys, a respected Spirit Mage. Rhys knows who the actual killer is, but knows no one will believe his story about the sad, invisible boy who can make people forget.

So, Rhys is eventually taken into custody for the murders. He's convinced he will rot away, neglected in the tower's prison, but is surprised to learn that he's needed for a mission to Adamant Fortress. And that his mother, Wynne — hero of the Fifth Blight — has requested his presence.

So, along with the Knight-Captain Evangeline and Wynne's stone golem companion, Shale, Rhys heads to the Western Approach, with Cole following at a safe distance. Once there they meet an elven mage who has reversed his Tranquility via spirit possession.

Knowing what the mages might discover, Lord Seeker Lambert has sent Evangeline with orders to keep the Chantry's secret at any cost. But Evangeline is not a monster, and she believes that Circles should be sanctuaries, not prisons. She agrees to escort Wynne and company directly to the Divine, disobeying the Lord Seeker's orders.

From there things escalate quickly. Wynne sends news to every Circle that the Rite of Tranquility can be reversed, and across Thedas mages vote for their independence from the Chantry.

The Seekers and Templar try to quash this "rebellion" at the White Spire, but Cole kills the Lord Seeker and the mages flee to the Western Approach. And so begins the Mage-Templar war that is raging at the start of Inquisition.

Asunder is a direct prequel to Inquisition, and explains SO MUCH about the state of Thedas before the Conclave. It provides so much context that I didn't even know I was missing, and it was honestly REALLY GOOD.

I zoomed through this book, the tension was great throughout, and I loved all of the characters. Like... I liked it so much I began to question if David Gaider actually wrote it. Which is unfair to Gaider, I suppose. He definitely levelled up from The Stolen Throne to Asunder, so credit where it's due.

Basically, I highly recommend Asunder if you haven't read it yet. There's great world-building, politics, and crunchy lore to gnaw on.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

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[postwarlevi]

Fall Festival

Content: 1.6k words. A fall festival with friends ends in sharing a ferris wheel ride with an unexpected individual who surprises both of you.

Part II

On a cool fall afternoon it's been a fun day for everyone at the local fall festival. There's rides, games, animals, food, a corn maze, hay rides and more.

Cadets and vets alike are out today enjoying themselves. You meet up with all your friends for different activities throughout the day.

You, Historia and Mikasa try to navigate through the corn maze while Eren and Connie think it might be fun to scare you. Mikasa makes them regret it, though.

You find Sasha and Armin to indulge in way too much sugar with messy candy apples, warm pumpkin cider and a shared bag of kettle corn.

Full from your sugar high, you and Armin meet up with Jean and Annie for a relaxing hay ride around the area, Erwin and Hange joining you, the latter keeping the conversation upbeat.

Soon everyone is feeding and petting the farm animals, taking pictures with goats, chickens and bunnies.

You and Jean then team up against teams of Sasha and Connie and other pairs for a pie baking contest, coming in second with a warm plum pie with cinnamon and nutmeg, winning your choice of pumpkin in the patch. Sasha and Connie come in third with apple, with Mike and Nanaba coming in first with pecan.

You run into Historia and Ymir to wander around, finding the pumpkin you want that you're sure will have great seeds for roasting and be fun to carve.

While Jean is bringing the pumpkins to the front to save, you hit some vendors, meeting others along the way who are also shopping. Eren, Mikasa, Connie and Sasha all have loads of bags already.

You grab every pumpkin thing you can find, from butter, sauce, and bread to candles and oven mitts.

Everything is saved to the side as you walk around a little bit longer. The sun will be setting soon and the area will close for the evening.

You haven't been on the ferris wheel yet, and it's supposed to be two to a car, but everyone is scattered.

"Need a partner?" You turn to your left to find Captain Levi who seems to have noticed your dilemma.

"Where'd you come from?" He actually startles you. The last place you saw him was near the farm animals telling Hange to wash their hands afterwards cause they were dirty.

He thumbs behind him. "Pumpkins." He's been in the patch too. "So? Wanna go?" He asks again.

"Yeah, okay." He pays for your tickets and the ride operator gets you situated and you're slowly on the move.

"Thanks." You say with a small smile. This is a bit unexpected as most of your interactions have been work related, but still a nice surprise.

"Welcome." He says quietly.

"This has been so fun." You make small talk.

"Saw all your bags. Good job with your pie, by the way."

"What are you, following me?" You joke since he seems to know what you've been doing.

"Just noticed, is all."

You know him well enough to know how observant he can be.

As you near the top you realize Levi is pretty quiet. That's not so unusual, but he actually appears fidgety.

"You good?" You wonder, not remember seeing him like this.

He only nods.

"Look how pretty!" You exclaim when you stop at the top. The view of the sunset is the best you've seen.

Looking over, Levi is looking down, missing all of it.

"Tell me when we're down." He asks you, eyes a bit wide.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" It's not as if the ride is zooming, but maybe he's had his fill of festival food, too.

Levi shakes his head. "Heights."

"What about them?" It's not like he didn't know what he was getting into.

"I don't like them."

You are so taken back by this comment you accidently let out a laugh that has Levi glaring at you sideways.

"I'm sorry. What? It's not possible."

"It is." He assures you.

"That's ridiculous!" Very much so, in fact. "You're up high all the time."

"I'm busy trying not to die, too." If he focused on that he didn't have time to worry about his fear of heights.

"Captain, are you messing with me?" He isn't afraid of anything.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He is not.

"Just look at the view!" That would help, you're sure. Even lowering down it is still nice.

"I can't." Levi insists.

"I'm so confused. Why did you agree to this anyway?"

"I lost my mind, apparently."

"Well, we're almost down." You roll your eyes at his answer.

Levi breathes a small sigh of relief and nods.

As the people below you are getting out you suddenly say, "let's go one more."

Levi fully snaps his head towards you. "What?"

You shrug. "You agreed so I could get on the ride, yes?" That must've been it.

Levi doesn't deny your reasoning for why he got on this ride. Yes, it was so you could get on.

"I ruined you seeing the sunset, and you want to go again?" It wouldn't look the same now.

Maybe it was so he could get on with you. He just hadn't thought far enough ahead for what would happen once he got to the top.

"I saw it. You helped me out, let me try to help you."

Levi sighs in defeat. "Okay." Even if it kills him.

Maybe if he could focus his attention on something else like he usually did, it might actually work.

"Great. Okay, we can do this!" You say excitedly, happy that he's letting you do this.

You let the operator know you'll stay on for one more rotation and are heading up once again.

"What's you favorite color?" You start with the best random question.

"Seriously?" Levi regrets this already.

"Come on!" The answer didn't require much thought.

"Green."

"Oh, should've known."

"Yours?" Levi wants to know.

"Green is nice. Purple is good too."

Levi has seen you in both. He agrees, purple is good, too.

"Favorite ice cream flavor?"

Levi actually chuckles. "Vanilla."

You smirk. "Right. Well, I like twist, myself."

"Favorite animal?" Levi questions you now.

"Uh, cats?" You like a lot of animals.

"Here I thought it was goats." He cracks a joke about the farm animals, making you laugh.

"You don't like goats?"

"Cats are fine." They clean themselves, anyway.

Levi finds he can focus on you pretty easy, and soon you're nearing the top after more questions about movies and food and things that aren't too difficult.

Right before the top he lets in his head again and goes quiet.

"Hey, you were doing great. Don't quit now." You encourage.

"Yeah?" Levi is still looking at you. Eyes haven't strayed an inch.

"Come on, look with me." You take your eyes off him to look out. "It's still really pretty." The sun is almost gone now and the sky is a beautiful bluish pink color.

Levi thinks maybe he can because you think he can, so he tries. Suddenly he's gripping the safety bar a bit tight.

"Don't look down!" You direct him.

"I'm not." That doesn't make a difference at this point.

You give him a moment before reaching to place your hand on his wrist.

"Hey, look at me." You can't tell where his head is at.

The ride moves forward and Levi blinks, turning back towards you.

"See? Not so bad." You smile, taking your hand back.

Levi shakes his head. Not at all.

"Nice, right?"

Levi nods, making you giggle at his silence.

"Captain, I didn't expect this from you." Everyone is afraid of something. Even Levi.

Well than, you certainly aren't going to expect this.

"Thinking of you is much nicer than those other thoughts."

Now it's your eyes that are wide.

"Well, you still need those thoughts. Can't let anything happen to you." For many, many reasons.

Levi nods. "Right." The hand you reached for now rests between you, just on the outside of your thigh. Your own is not far away, on top of your own leg. Fingers are centimeters apart. You think maybe you can feel the warmth of Levis hand as it is so close.

Neither of you say anything as you keep descending. Eyes on each other, sometimes you look away, but Levi does not.

You're starting to realize what made him try to conquer his fear of heights in the first place, but try not to be too hopeful.

"I think you helped me find a new favorite color." Dusk might be his new favorite color and time of day.

Levis putting himself farther out there than either of you thought possible, and it's leaving you speechless.

One more stop before it's your turn to get off the ferris wheel.

Levi leans in, mouth next to your ear. "Thanks for the ride." He whispers.

"Welcome." Your heart might jump out of your chest.

You're not sure if he's blushing or if you're blushing or if it's just the pretty sky colors making you imagine things.

Levi helps you off the ferris wheel, his hand gently on your back to guide you through the crowd.

"Hey! Where ya been?" Jean comes up from the side.

Levi slowly drifts away from you as if it's just been a chance meeting.

"Oh, around. Waiting for you." Not entirely true.

"Come on, let's go get our stuff." You head to the front to collect your goodies.

You glance around but Levi is nowhere in sight, and you can't help but wonder if everything about the ferris wheel ride all ends here.

a/n- So that ended abruptly...part 2 next week :)

[pedropascalssimp]

Thunderstorms

Boba fett x fem reader

Summary: jango (your and boba's son) seems to favor you, making boba a little jealous and also ✨sad boi✨ but after one particular night spent on Eadu jango finds himself clinging to a certain bounty hunter.

Warnings: Fluffy soft boba. Short - like really short because I suck😖

Part 3 to this

Tags: @anilynworlds

The ship was in complete silence, something that seemed to be a rarity since little jango was born into the galaxy. Every night since you both had left Endor after you recovered from giving birth, little jango seemed to find wailing at 3am up until 9am was the most thrilling thing in the galaxy. No matter what you did, feed him, change him, even walk him around the ship you called home, he wouldn't fall asleep. Not until you started letting him sleep in your and boba's bed that is. You didn't mind him sleeping with you both, neither did boba, in fact it put him more at ease knowing his son was safer snuggled under the furs and in his riduurs loving arms. But jango seemed to not like how boba would at least try and hold him, he always cried whenever his father held him. Tiny puffy eye's tightly shut as his little cheeks turned red as cries flew out of his mouth.

It was frustrating for boba how much his son clings to you, always tugging at your pant leg or reaching out for you to hold him, of course you'd drop everything your doing to hold the little man, placing little kisses on his chubby cheeks and loving the adorable giggles that emit from him when you do so. Boba knew he should be happy to see his son love you the way he does, he should be thrilled. But he couldn't help feeling a little envious, especially since he was strongly convinced his son hated him.

It was quiet as jango slept in your arms, you seated in the co-pilot seat while boba was beside you flying the ship through space. You didn't miss how his eyes would fall on you and your sleeping two year son. So you give him a small smile, "he's been doing good with talking, he can almost anything... Of course it's still a little none understandable at the moment" you giggle at how he words things, dink being drink and sleep being seepy, his two favorite words besides momma, It was adorable. You adore his little voice, always giggling at how he leaves Rs out of some things. But for a two year old he was a fast learner.

"I've noticed... He seems to call you momma now, but I have yet to hear him say daddy or even buir" boba sighs, voice gruff letting you know he's tired. He's been trying to make enough credits to give you and jango a nice life he said, taking on more bounties then usual, in fact, you was heading to the planet Eadu because some bounty boba was hunting was supposedly located there.

"he'll say it... Just give him some time" you reassure, but you can tell by the ever present grumpy look on his face he didn't believe you.

"I've been giving him time since the day he was born cyar'ika I can't even hold him without hearing him scream and cry, he hates me" boba grumbled as a scowl was etched on his face, brown eye's glued to stars that zoomed by.

You sigh and stand up, careful as to not wake jango up, his head resting on your chest as his little arms wrap around your neck. You walk over to boba and run a hand through his dark hair, his eye's falling on you. "he loves you boba, it was only natural for him to cry that much as a baby" you say and trail your hand down to cup his jaw, tilting his head more.

"that doesn't make up for how he is two years old and still refuses to let me hold him" his voice came out more gruff, a sign he was getting irritated. "he's a mommas boy my riduur, you spoil him to much" he muttered with a ghost of a smile on his face, his eye's holding the amusement his voice failed to display making his words some harsher, but you knew he wasn't angry nor frustrated.

"I'm not the one who buys him absolutely everything he points at when we walk through the markets" you tease boba, remembering how if he spots jango point at something with a excited glint in his dark eye's, he'd buy it.

Rolling his eyes, boba focuses back on flying the ship. "I don't want him to do without, I only get him something if he needs it" he grumbled causing you to roll your eye's this time, you knew that he did it because it was his way of showering the boy in love, buying him little toys after every hunt and always sneaking little desserts into his plate whenever you wasn't looking. Boba spoiled the boy without a doubt.

Deciding to not tease him anymore you place a kiss on his forehead making him hum happily as he peers up at you, "I need to lay him down before he wakes up, hopefully you'll be joining us after awhile" you said before walking out of the cockpit. As you walk through the ship, making your way into the small room you called a bedroom, you laid jango down easily so you could get ready for bed. As you take your dirty shirt off, picking up a clean one your about to put it on, but instead you throw it against the wall and scream in fright, for on the shirt was some sort of large spider looking bug.

Jango jults awake and looks around the room until his large eyes fall on you, staring at wear the shirt is with startled eyes.

"momma what's 'ong?" his little voice spoke up making you look back at him with red cheeks, embarrassed you screamed like that over a bug. But you was terrified of them.

"cyar'ika!? What's going on? What's the matter?" boba runs into the room with a hand on his blaster holstered at his hip and concern on his face.

You look up at him, standing with only your bra and pants on as you point at your short laying on the floor with a sheepish smile. "there's a spider on my shirt..." you muttered without meeting his eye's, To embarrassed.

Boba sighs with relief and walks over to the shirt, crouching down to inspect it. Jango starts asking you what's wrong again and you scoop him up as he watched boba intently. As your husband picks the shirt up and shakes it you see the bug fall out of the shirt and onto the floor, making you jump and scream, jango soon screaming but his sounded like glee rather then fright. Jango always watched closely whenever boba would always get bugs away from you and him or simply always helping you in whatever way possible, whether it be a protective way or a simple task.

Boba stomped the spider before it could crawl away anywhere and gives you a reassuring smile, "there, you're terrifying little friend is gone" he mused while handing you your shirt, you take it hesitantly while looking over it. Not really wanting to put that one on now you gently lay it down and find another one to put on, of course you hand jango to boba so you can slip the shirt on. But like boba expect jango starts reaching for you while repeating momma! This makes boba roll his eyes and bounce jango around.

"why do you hate me so much hm?" he asked with his usual scowl, making your son start crying. After you get the shirt on you quickly walk over to them and take jango from boba who seemed a little annoyed.

"he doesn't hate you" you sigh while calming jango down, his little cries turning to whimpers as you rub his back soothingly. "why do you always give buir a hard time? He always protects us from big bad bugs and always spoils you with toys... He's a nice buir isn't he?" you talk to jango with a smile, watching how he looks over at boba and then buried his face in your neck.

"get some rest cyar'ika, it won't take long before we arrive to Eadu" boba wasn't one to initiate anything affectionate, but you knew by the way he stood still, watching you with those big brown eye's that he was waiting for the kiss you always gave him before bed. You walk over to him and gently peck his lips, "I'll be in here in a few minutes" he grunts while leaving, the door closing behind him. You turn to jango who was already innocently looking up at you, eye's droopy. You kiss his little forehead and walk over to the bed.

"jango honey, can you say buir?" you ask while laying down on the bed, back pressed against the mattress while he peers up at you through his dark lashes.

"seepy momma" he yawns while wiping at his eye's, and although you are determined to get your son call boba buir... But he was sleepy, so you lay down and gently run your fingers through your sons dark hair. His head falling on your chest.

Perhaps you can try and teach him when on Eadu, when boba is on the hunt. It would surely surprise him if he came home and his son called him buir, hugging him if you was lucky. It would make boba happy, especially since jango acts like boba is nothing but a grumpy man who simply supplies him with food, clothes and toys.

It's been a few days since boba left Slave I in search of the quarry, but you expected the hunt go on for that long, boba was supposed to be him in merely a few hours. You walk around, holding jango close as he cries, loudly might you add. You was worried about your son, he always calmed down whenever you'd walk around the ship with him while telling him little stories. Your voice always soothing him, but today it seemed everything you did wasn't working. At first you didn't know what was scaring him, but as the loud claps of thunder shook the ship, you understood he was scared of the thunder. Eadu was known for being a stormy planet, always raining and lighting along with thundering. Something jango has never heard before, but for the first few days the thunderstorms was quiet, not entirely loud enough to be heard from inside the ship. But today the storm seemed bad, thunder so loud it drowns out jango's cries almost.

"c'mon jango honey it's okay... You're safe" you say by his ear as he screams, little voice starting to go hoarse from how long his crying has been going on, almost two hours. You sigh and walk into the room, sitting on the bed and placing your son in your lap as you hug him.

It wasn't much longer until the door opens with a hiss, boba walking in, in his armor. Helmet gone as he gives you a look of concern.

"what's wrong with him?" he asks while looking to you with furrowed brows.

"he's terrified of the thunder" you tell him, but as jango heard boba's voice, his head is turn in his direction while he reaches for boba.

"buir! I want you!" jango cries, shocking both you and boba. But boba is quick to pick his son up, holding him close while jango rest his head on boba's chest.

"you're okay my little adiik, you're safe with me... I won't let anything hurt you" he placed a kiss on jango's head while swaying softly. Jango sniffles as his cries subside, little hand reaching up to pat boba's cheek as he kisses his nose. The sight enough to make your heart swell while a smile tugs at your lips. Boba smiling a rare beautiful smile.

" 'ove you buir!" jango says happily while you stand up and stand beside them, loving the way boba's eyes sparkle with happiness, love swimming in the brown eye's you adore.

Gently placing a hand on his little back you giggle when he pats boba's cheek again. "I love you too you stubborn little man" boba grabs his little hand and placed a kiss on his forehead, making jango giggle.

"I told you he'd say it" you said, grinning at your husband. He nods and goes to hand you jango so he can take the armor off and wash away the days hunt off of him. As he does so jango tightly wraps his arms around boba refusing to leave him.

"oh come on now, I have to get cleaned up little one" boba tries to unwrap his arms, successfully do so and handing jango to you. But the little tremble of his lip and tears swimming in his eye's tells you both he's gonna cry. And cry he does while you hold him.

"jango honey he has to take his armor off" you coo trying to calm him down. Your attempts useless until boba gets back.

You tried bouncing him, tickling him, even making funny faces at your son. But he only sits on the bed and cries, "buir!!! I wan' buir!!" jango screams, and it's then his buir walks through the door wearing comfy pants and a shirt. Hair damp as he smugly walks over and picks jango up.

"it looks like he's done being a mommas boy and decided he wants to be his buirs little warrior" boba holds him with a smug smile making you roll your eye's but smile nonetheless, happy jango is finally calling him daddy now.

"he's always going to be a mommas boy, but for some reason he's just clinging to you tonight" you say while crawling in bed, slipping under the covers and watching your riduur with a amused smile. "but just you see, he's going to be cuddled up to me as soon as you lay him in the bed" you spoke matter of factly, almost cocky as you smirk at boba. He rolls his eyes and grumbles something under his breath, whatever it was made jango giggle, a proud smile on your husband's face.

As soon as boba crawls in bed he placed jango between you both, boba rolls over on his side to face you while you do the same. Jango pulls the covers up and turns to boba, holding on to his arm that drapes over him. Boba laughs at the gasp you let out, betrayal written all over your face.

"jango!! How dare you do this to me! Betraying you're own mother like this" you pout playfully and turn your back to them, a smile now on your face.

"ignore her son, she's only trying to make you feel guilty for finally treating me like I'm you're father and not some man who lingers around the ship" boba jokes, something that was rare but tonight seemed to be a unique night.

Jango listens to boba and ignored you, falling asleep while snuggled up to your husband. You turn around and smile at them. Noticing boba was also asleep. You giggle quietly and scoot closer, draping your arm over jango and placing your hand on boba's arm, taking in the tender moment you was having with your little family.

After that one night jango never wanted to leave boba's side, always latching onto his legs whenever he tried to walk or always asking him to hold him, it was cute, adorable even as jango soon decided to favor his father now.

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[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 9 Damian x reader

"What is this place, why is it shaped like a T?" We stand on an island with this enormous building smack in the center of it the sunset shade casting a large shadow over us, I can't get over how ridiculous it looks. Or contemplate my confusion, Nightmare makes an unimpressed huff and nuzzles back into my shoulder.

"Titan's tower."

"why would this be a good place to hide? It's the most obvious building here, I ran with you for several days I'm beginning to think I would be safer under my floorboards." He walks up to the doors and pulls out a card holding it in front of the circular panel. It beeps and a clicking noise comes from the door.

"Believe me this would be a better place for you." I sigh a form of any and all anxiety pools in my body, but I still meet him at the now unlocked door.

"Alright fine but you need to explain to me why here of all places."

"When we get inside." The doors swing open, the area behind it lights up leading to what I assume is an elevator. I'm pulled inside not giving me a chance to look around. "Hey!" He doesn't answer but pulls us into the elevator, I don't see him push a button but we almost immediately move up. It's fast but not as fast as the one I had to go down for training at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Though the feeling is familiar and I start missing my classmates all over again. I rub the wrist that Damian was holding to dragging me here. Nightmare growls at the space moving him and interrupting his nap. The space stops and the door opens to an open space that looks like a large living room. a white angled couch a large kitchenette and an impossibly large TV by open glass windows. The room has several people all staring at us, my anxiety hits me tenfold and I take a step back. A hand is at my shoulder the moment I do and pushes slowly while moving itself. The doors close signaling that I'm truly stuck here, a woman with Neon pink hair and bronze skin zooms up to us.

"It's so good to see you, and I see you brought a friend. Richard has been looking all over for you."

"I know that's why you can't tell him we're here." I'm pushed forward. "She's a mutant possessing the X-Gene, my father wants to interrogate her for the information, she needs to stay here till a better solution becomes present. Can she stay here?"

"Well of course she can stay-"

"What?!" Nightmare jumps from my arms and hisses. I walk backward, taking in this new information. "How did, you find out when-when." Fear creeps how long had he known how much trouble was or might be in. But he didn't mention this. but then again why would he. How does he know about the X-Gene though, from the research I did there were none here with it. The closest there was were Metahumans but even they didn't have anything close. My back hits the wall and I return to the world Nightmare growls standing guard in front of me. Everyone who was in the room now stood in front of me, a boy that was green from head to toe, another girl in a purple cloak and unitard, and another boy with something attached to his back. The pink-haired woman steps forward, but Nightmare swats at her yowling as a warning to keep away. She raises her hands in surrender but looks at me.

"There is no need to be afraid, I knew people like you, Jean Grey, Cyclops. they came here by accident once a few friends and I helped them get back. It would have been 7 years ago now." Damian steps forward Ignoring Nightmare, guilt is painted slightly on his face he tries to coax me from the wall. "I'm sorry I knew since the time you showed me, I checked my recorder after that visit and played it back home in front of everyone. I was to find out more from you and report back after we scanned those samples that healed me. When we were ready I was supposed to bring you back with me for interrogation with confirmation of your mother's research." Something snaps inside me and I glare at him.

"So all that was for those stupid journals. Wow, for how long were you faking nice. No, don't tell me it'll just feel worse. " I put a hand on my face willing the emotions of confusion to stop. A crackling noise makes its self known in front of me followed by screams.

"Holy Crap that thing has tentacles coming from its face!"

"Ahh!"

I gasp at the sight Nightmare had gone full flerken and is attempting to drag Damian in. I lunge at Nightmare dragging him across the floor. He lets go of Damian but he hasn't changed back to cat form. "Nightmare No! Calm down I'm fine I swear it! Stop!" The black fuzzball retracts his tentacles and hisses at the crowd.

"I'm sorry, he gets like that when he sees me upset sometimes. Not sure if you have them here but he's half flerken, they look like cats but they're quite deadly." I set Nightmare down and he crawls behind my legs once again hissing particularly at the green boy how has gotten closer, he turns into a green cat making Nightmare run in the process. Damian limps forward his leg is bleeding through his suit. I would let that heal naturally if only wounds inflicted by Nightmares in the flerken form never heal normally on their own.

"Y/N these are the Titans, the one mimicking your," he waves his hand in the air as if to find the world. "flerken is Garfield." He points to Nightmare being chased my the green cat attempting to lose him. The bronze woman glides forward stomping a foot from me the others followed behind.

"Hello my name is Starfire you can call me Kori, this here is Raven," She points to the purple girl then moves her other hands to the boy. "and this is Jaime. We are pleased to have you here Y/N." She grabs my hand pulling me away from the middle of the room where I had landed. "Now let's get you settled in I'll talk to Damian for a bit after." Nightmare notices my leaving and jumps onto my right sholder hissing at the green-skinned boy.

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I honestly don't know how to feel, to be honest, I should have guessed it so it's my fault. I could have left him and then this wouldn't have happened, but then he would have died in my apartment. Could have been more hostile, but then he definitely would have gone with the kidnapping strategy and I would be already in the hand of batman. Now I'm in the known world of their superheroes, the superheroes know about the Crows and they know about the X-gene. That information can go from good to bad in minutes. Though Kori did know about Jean and Scott, though it was years ago they have traveled through many universes with a small team. I would have been about 10 when this happened and my mother didn't take me there for classes till I was 12. In their lectures, they didn't mention anything like this they did bring in Doctor Strange to teach those of us who could understand how to perform magic. I Now I'm sitting on an insanely comfortable bed knees curled up to my chest just reminiscing. I have been told to use my abilities only when necessary as not to attract any unwanted attention. But what did I do, I screw up my chances of living normally till Doc Strange can pull me back only to find I'm not in my home where I should be. Everything was going so smoothly till now.

The door opens behind me and by the almost silent footfalls, I can tell it's Damian. Nightmare has jumped into my arms forcing me to let go off my legs and watch as the boy drags a chair to face me.

"I suppose you want the whole story now," I said barely looking at him.

"I wasn't going to talk about that yet."

"What did you think you would find in the journals that my mother wrote?"

"An answer on how to stop the Crows."

"You most likely will."

"Than what's in them."

I sigh looking him dead in the eye, pulling myself together for this.

"My mother didn't only study history, in my dimension, she studied all sorts of fields one day she was asked to study something and was gone for almost six months. We hardly heard from her but just enough to know she was alive so naturally when she came back she swore me into secrecy. She explained that she had gone to another world entirely, she studies with them and when she came back more time had passed than when she was there. One journal explaining how she got the and how to get in and another explaining what she found, and the rules for everything she experienced there. She learned things no human should know and kept it from the people she worked for and everyone else. She-she found Avalon, lived among the fey in return for her curiosity and genuine interest they helped her make a guide and history of all fairy and Fae both the pure and the equally disturbed." I reach in my bag and pull out the books from missing from the very research my mother so loved. One being ordinary leather-bound and the other two bear a glowing purple gem on both sides of a very purple dark Tome thick and pooling with some sort of energy as the gem. I give him a serious look gripping both books. "She left it to me but I haven't read them yet, I...I couldn't bring myself to. It might be better used in your hands anyway. Though I shouldn't I still trust you for some reason, so under the conditions that you only use what you find for the better of those in need you may find your information. The journals, however, will stay within my sight understood." He nods, I start to give the leather books to him he stops me.

"I don't want to see them before you," He takes the books from my hands and places them back in the bag. "If you are convinced that I should still read them, then I will convince where ever you wish to study them." He sits on the bed next to me staring out the window. "What I want to talk about is how we get Father not to view you as a threat and as a friend. I went over it with Starfire and we both agree this is the best option." He pauses before he continues. "We're you a hero in your world?"

"You want me to do hero's work and gain a positive reputation so that he's more willing to work with me than slowly forcing out of me."

"Yes."

"How do you know about the X-gene?"

"It was in our database from when Jean Grey and Cyclops had visited. They helped take down an invasion of the skrul and took them back with them to their own dimension. Father took some DNA samples to work with and ask about their abilities. There are entire folders on the subject alone." He pauses again running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Not for that, for everything else."

"Yes that is very much on you but it's also on me. But if I had left you with Crow poison in your blood you would either turn into an undead flesh puppet in my room or die. That would not have gone down well for either of us. I was also mostly upset you broke my window and wanted compensation," I see him visibly tense and clench his teeth. "and didn't even bother to say thank you."

"I Fixed your awful goddammed window isn't that thanks enough." He glares at me.

"Was it? After all, you did spy on me and report it to the Dark Knight." I fall back onto the bed. "There's no getting out of this now might as well get used to it."

"You shouldn't be this comfortable with what's happening, I wouldn't"

"Then why are you smiling ya weirdo, It's almost creepy."

"Tsk, just hand me your computer so I can pull up Star Trek, I would like to finish and begin the movies." I hand him my laptop and he walks over to the wall in front of the bed.

"Um, you know we watch on that computer you making a get away with."

"Yes but the enormous 4k TV is here." He pushes a button I didn't even see before and as promised a TV appears. He smirks at what I assume is my expression. He opens my computer and within minutes Star Trek is cast on the TV. "Please hold your applause till after the show."

"Did you just make a joke? Are you joking now?"

"Aren't I allowed to have a sense of humor?" I Look at Nightmare who has the same thought in his head and I look back at Damian.

"Nope, Nada, No way."

"You know, you're the only one who has talked to me that way and lived."

"I should consider myself lucky then huh."My gaze falls to his leg, It's poorly bandaged so I pull my scales and Med-kit from my bag. " But before I forget I need to treat your leg before your tissue becomes necrotic. You can watch while I work, but you need to swallow one more of the "glittered plastic"."

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"How do you make them?"

"The scales?" I pause stoping the wrap on the angry-looking tentacle mark on his skin.

"What do you think I was talking about?" I smile evilly.

"I thought you were talking about my jokes and wonderful sense of humor." I tie off the bandage and put away my first aid kit. "But If you must know it has to rain first, and I have to be in it. The acidity in the rain is was caused the scales to form but there has to be enough of it. In Gotham, the rain has plenty of it, It soaks into my skin and drains my health which is why I was sick for so long. In return for taking my health, the scales form with healing agents that even baffle me. Normally I would take one and feel fine after but someone decided to take them."

"Do you pull them off?"

"Takes too long and much too painful, I just pour scalding hot water on myself and they pull away from the skin. I clean them and there you have it. Health restoring scales." He stares at me, like I said I pour milk before cereal and then pop it in the microwave for 30 seconds in that order.

"Aren't there better ways to remove them?"

"Yes, but those are back at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters I couldn't pack it with me so I had to find other methods."

He silent again so I put my stuff in the closet, take my Suit out from the bag, and place it on the hanger, the vibranium fibers shimmer in the soft lights then I stuff the rest of my things in there. I have to tell Professor Xavier what's happened on the check update next week with any luck the multi-functional com-piece found the data by now and I can see what they already know. I inwardly sigh, closing the closet and making my way back to the bed. I see Damian drawn into the scene playing on the screen, Data has made his sacrifice saving the Enterprise. I wasn't expecting to last the cleaning to last that long, but then again the poisons from the suction cups dug deeper than I thought. I put some more things away in drawers even though I didn't have much to bring. "We probably should head to bed, I imagine I have to do a proper introduction and demonstrate some form of my power."

"Yes, probably." He gets up grabbing the two scales I gave him for when he starts feeling pain again. Moving swiftly to the door, he takes one more look back then leaves. My eyes fall on Nightmare who sleeps soundly on the end of the bed. I Climb into the warm comforter letting the warmth surround me. I don't even notice myself drifting till all I can hear is static signaling that tonight was going to be a dreamless one.

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"What exactly can you do?" Starfire walks me down to the center of a metallic room filled with weapons and tools, no doubt the training room. I look around more absorbing the room but still answer the question.

"If I see something I can almost instantly learn it or adapt to it, powers, fighting styles, languages I just have to see or hear it. I've had to control it in order not to learn everything and overload happened one time was not pretty."

"What do you mean by almost instantly?"

"Things like shape-shifting are hard to master, but if I concentrate enough I can alter my physical appearance though it takes five minutes to get there and can't hold the form very well after an hour. The first time I saw someone change form my body tried to copy it but I broke my hand instead. But oddly enough I can learn most other powers and knowledge just fine."

"Really? Well just to check could you copy this?" Starfire lifts her hand and green energy forms around it. I lift my hand to match hers and form the same energy in my body, though not green It's a lilac purple. "Sorry still have trouble getting the colors right." The woman stares in awe at my hand, the knowledge of how to use the ability is stored in my memory. I turn my hand light off and look around. She had given me the tour of the building and probably saved this for last to test what I can do. They did the same at XSFGY and had us fight in the ever-changing challenge/training room. I hear the door open and two cheery voices call out.

"Hey Y/N, about to train?" Garfield, the boy in green calls out from the railing where the door is accompanied by Jamie how still looks half asleep.

"I was just about to test her now, could you all stay there, I'm going to pull the full immersion-based training." She floats to a podium on the far side of the room. the area around me pixelated before stilling into a jungle heat and all. Monsters appear from the undergrowth enough level but not easy looking. I raise two fingers to the sky and strike lightning on them Increasing the voltage when one didn't go down, I even open a few portals in the body to warp holes from the flesh. It took about a few minutes to finish and for the simulation to fall. The dark misty cloud vanishes when I flick my wrist. I hear cheering from the side, I turn to face them everyone was now there.

"No way! Did you just see that!!" Jamie is now wide awake sharing an amazing look with Garfield, Raven is a little shocked, while Damian holds a stoic face. I feel a hand on my shoulder and follow it up to the orange-haired woman. I don't catch that she isn't stopping and is dragging me out of the room. With the way her hand had angled, I dragged out facing the other people in the room. She moves so fast that they get so small to quickly "You did excellently today, I'm so happy to welcome you to the team! We shall celebrate with a feast fit for kings and I shall cook it."

"Wait!"

"Kori!"

"Aw hell no!"

"YOU COOKED THE OTHER DAY!"

They all start running after us, shouting and trying to stop the woman. I feel refreshed after getting the OK for using my powers finally releasing some of the tension I've felt. I feel exhausted though, probably anticipating all the social interactions yet to come.

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (3/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff — college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

BEOMGYU | Beauty and The Beast (2.2k)

“Careful with the hair!”

You hiss when Jinsung, your classmate and stylist for tonight, slaps your hand away after attempting to touch your hair.

“If I even see a single hair strand out of place, so help me I will shave your entire head.” He warns, tapping your shoulder with his brush. “Now go out there and get us some customers. The others said they'll have the food ready on time.”

“Alright.” You try to smile at him and he returns your smile with a sour look.

Your department was throwing a Beauty and the Beast style buffet right in front of your building. Canopies were set up, clothed tables lined around the vicinity, and classy decorations covered the area to add to the whole atmosphere. The dishes to be served are supposed to mimic the food found throughout the movie, with the servers dressed up as some of the minor characters. By some odd stroke of luck, you ended up being chosen as Belle and you were pretty sure some guy named Yeonjun from the other class was supposed to dress up as the Beast.

You got up from your seat and fetch the flyers from the table. The plan was to head up to where the crowds are and advertise your event there. You were all set to go, the only thing left missing being your partner.

Out of nowhere, a group of guys dressed as dwarfs appear. You can't make out what or who it was that they're carrying, but they were surely in a hurry, not caring a bit about their surroundings as they zoom past you, causing you to stumble back. Your heel catches the end of your gown and you start to fall backwards. Closing your eyes shut and bracing yourself for an awkward fall, you were pleasantly surprised when your back hit something soft instead— definitely not the concrete below— someone's chest you presume, their arms quickly wrapping around you protectively.

“Careful.” You hear the person say as they slowly help you on your feet. “Jinsung might throw a fit if you ruin your hair.” He chuckles, bringing his hand to his face.

You turn around and nearly got a scare when you're faced with the face of a beast, quite literally. Turns out your partner hadn't planned on being late after all. “Yeonjun, right?” You haven't actually met the guy but you've heard a few people talk about him. They say he had died his hair pink recently but you couldn't really see behind the terrifying full head mask he had on. You wonder how well he could breathe inside that thing.

“Uh, yeah.” The Beast replies, seeming somehow unsure of his own name. “I'm Yeonjun.”

“Nice meeting you then. I'm Y/N.” You don't bother offering him a handshake, knowing that you two barely had time to chat. “Let's get going. It's almost time.”

Beomgyu stays a few feet away from you as you handed out flyers to a bunch of costume clad strangers. Both of you were pretty busy right now, but he still manages to steal a few glances at you, admiring how beautiful you looked in that Belle costume. He almost wishes he could see you dressed like that everyday. Impractical, sure, but it was just a passing thought anyway. Thank heavens the costume had small peeping holes, otherwise you'd have caught him dead in the act of staring at you every few minutes or so.

“Try our buffet!” He greets two of the students passing by, handing them a flyer.

“What do you think, Soojin?” The student holding a tray of candied apples asks the other.

“I think not. We still have to visit that guy in the infirmary.” The friend replies. One of them gives Beomgyu an apologetic look before they leave.

Beomgyu watches the crowd pass by, his eyes naturally wandering to your side. He finds himself smiling when he saw you all focused on attracting customers, even going as far as to give them brief reenactments of their favorite scenes. Beomgyu loved that he was able to spend this time with you. He only wished that you knew it was actually him inside the costume and not Yeonjun, but he couldn't even find the courage to bring it up. He's not even sure why.

Yeonjun had asked him earlier today to be his substitute in handing flyers. Beomgyu had initially declined, but after hearing that you were going to be his partner for tonight— You, the student from across the hall that he'd been crushing on since freshman year— he was more than ecstatic to accept. This was his chance to actually interact with you without making things awkward.

“Why the fuck did I even say I was Yeonjun?” He huffs, only now had he found his costume stuffy. He really could have just told you before you started on your work, but he panicked and told you a lie instead. Great.

An hour had passed and Rina, one of your classmates, had come to inform you two that a lot of people were now dining at the buffet, and that you were allowed to rest for half an hour before your final wave of work.

You spot a bench nearby and walk over to Yeonjun. “Hey, let's take a rest over there.” You point at the bench. Yeonjun merely nods and follows you as you made your way to it. You take notice that he barely talked to you the entire time you were together. People said he was a chatterbox but apparently not tonight.

Just as you two sat down, Rina came back— this time, looking for someone. “Hey, have any of you seen Beomgyu?”

Hearing the name made you pause and blink. “Beomgyu?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

You glance at Yeonjun who kept shaking his head.

“Haven't seen him.”

Weird, you think. He was purposefully changing the pitch of his voice as he spoke to your classmate. You figure his throat was probably just dry from all the advertising he did earlier.

Rina turns to you, eyebrows raised with a smirk plastered on her face. “How about you, Y/N? I'm sure you've seen him.”

Eyes wide, you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Rina knew about your obvious crush on Beomgyu. The entire class knew. A few jokes were made, like how when someone from his class is looking for him, they'd ask if your Beomgyu radar was up and running. That joke was brought upon by your own little ability to somehow spot him easily within a crowd. That however, proved useless tonight. You hadn't seen him at all.

You spare Yeonjun a look. This was not a good time for Rina to be teasing you. He and Beomgyu are classmates and if he found out that you had a crush on the guy then who knows what'll happen. You didn't want him to think you were crazy when Rina ends up saying something stupid and overly exaggerated— you hope she won't. Your crush on Beomgyu wasn't even that big of a deal. Sure, sometimes you'd find your heart fluttering when you spot him laughing from the other side of the hallway, and maybe sometimes you'd wished you could just come up to him and pinch his cheeks but you've barely even spoken to the guy so—

“What are you talking about?” You laugh it off, patting Rina on the side while slipping in a few stink eyes. “I haven't seen him at all.”

“Is that so?” Rina sighs. For a second, you thought she would just let it go when she turned her back on you but the devil in her was in the mood to play. “Tell me when your Beomgyu radar picks him up then! We need him to help in the kitchen.”

Yeonjun turns to to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

You shrink in your seat.

Was Beomgyu hearing right? Did your classmate just ask you something about a Beomgyu radar? Your Beomgyu radar? Did she normally joke like that or was it intentional? Perhaps she knew he was the one in the costume and not Yeonjun, but he highly doubted that. Could you perhaps?

Beomgyu turns to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

Your face shifted into a mix of emotions that Beomgyu had trouble deciphering. “D-Don't mind her.” You stammer, waving your hands at him. “She's just joking as always. Ah, Rina, such an asshol— assertive joker.” You laugh.

“Right.” Beomgyu laughs along. He felt disappointed, thinking that he was probably just reading too much into it. “What are the odds of you crushing on Beomgyu, right?”

“Exactly!” Your reply was quick. Too quick for Beomgyu's liking. He observes your reaction and notices how red your ears were. Were you embarrassed? Was the idea of crushing on him too much for you? Did you not find him attractive in the least? At this point, he knows he was overthinking but couldn't help but succumb to it.

“Yeah..” He sighs, slumping his back on the bench. “He's probably not your type.”

You flinch. “What?”

“There's not really much to like about him.” Beomgyu shrugs.

“You're wrong.”

He sees you cross your arms, a frown present on your face. “I haven't really met him yet but from what I've seen in the past few years, I can say that there's a whole list of things one could like about him.”

Oh? Beomgyu certainly didn't expect this. “Like what?”

“He's one of the most considerate people I know.” You smile. “Sometimes I'd see him cleaning up after others, giving up seats on the bus, and going out of his way to help anyone in need. He even helped me out that one time I was late for our finals.” You chuckle at the fond memory. It was the day you made up your mind about him.

“It was pretty embarrassing though. I was running through the gates and tripped. I sprained my ankle and no one else was around except for Beomgyu. Turns out he was also running late but didn't even stop to think twice about helping me. He carried me to the nurse's office and stayed there until my friends arrived. I couldn't even thank him properly after that since I was pretty disoriented. In the end, we both had to take the finals at another time.”

Beomgyu blinks. He can't believe you still remembered that day, especially when it was the very day he himself started crushing on you. Though, he'd always thought you didn't know who he was when that happened. “Oh..” He couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

“You know what?”

Beomgyu turns to you.

You smile. “He's exactly my type.”

Beomgyu didn't know what to feel. His cheeks heat up and he's sure it wasn't just the mask making him that way. You talked about that moment so fondly that it almost made him think that maybe— just maybe his feelings for you weren't all that one-sided after all.

He chuckles. He's about to do something stupid.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Do you perhaps..”

“Like him?” Beomgyu watches silently as you take the time to think.

This was probably too much. What if you didn't like him after all? Could he live knowing that he tricked you into answering that, thinking he was someone else. His thoughts come to a halt when you nod.

“I do.” You chuckle. “No use in hiding that now, huh?”

Beomgyu gulps. “Then..” Then what?

“Hm?”

“What if I say Beomgyu liked you too?”

Your furrow your brows in confusion. “What?”

Beomgyu grips the end of his mask. “I like you.”

“Yeonjun, you're not making any—”

He doesn't let you finish, yanking the mask off his face and revealing his disheveled look underneath.

“Beomgyu?!” You jump in surprise, and he stands up, following you. “How—”

“I like you, Y/N.” Beomgyu says, no longer caring about the consequences that'll follow after. “I really like you. I have for a long time now.”

You stare at him, speechless. “I.. haha.” You cover your face in your hands, laughing. “This is a joke right?”

“I wish it was.” Beomgyu awkwardly shifts in his spot. “But it's not. I'm being honest. I really like you.”

You move your hands away, now looking at him. “You know, as much as I want to hit you right now for tricking me into thinking you were Yeonjun all this time and basically had me going off about how much I appreciate you,” You pause. “I just can't.” You say, your cheeks reddening.

“Y/N, I—”

“There you are!”

Before either of you could react, Rina appears out of nowhere and grabs Beomgyu by the arm, practically dragging him way from you. “We've been looking for you all night! Jin wants you in the kitchen asap.”

Rina flashes you a thumbs up and you couldn't do anything but smile. “Good to see that your Beomgyu radar's still working!”

Judging by the way he was being mercilessly dragged away from you, it looks like Beomgyu had his hands tied with no escape. He waves his free arm at you. And you get the message. You're gonna have to talk about this soon.

You look down at the flyers on your hands and couldn't help but blush. He likes you too.

[eveenstar]

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Tags/Warnings: Mention of animal death (bird), death mention, a bit of angst and paranoia.

Summary: Everything seems to go well until your security guard says something he wasn't meant to know about.

Note: Feeling at my lowest but couldn't wait any longer to publish this. Enjoy!

Empty. You felt so empty inside. No matter how much food you consumed, it was never enough. Never enough to make it go away. The tvshow was long forgotten and merely reduced to background noise, something to make you feel less lonely in this black and white house. The clock on the wall kept making noise, reminding you how slow this day has been passing by. 

“Thank you, miss.” The security guard that Natasha had sent to “protect” your house was nice enough to chat, and he even ate the food you prepared for him. You chatted for at least twenty minutes, about all kinds of stuff possible. For once after years, your house wasn’t cold anymore, instead, a cosy warm sensation had replaced it. 

“It’s no problem.” You kindly smiled at him, placing the coffee mug on the table. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking for your name.” 

“Jackson Sullivan. I’m a newbie on this job, it’s my first time actually.” Jackson replied while drinking from his own mug. 

“And they sent you to deal with the crazy widow? I feel sorry for you.” You chuckled and arched your eyebrows slightly. 

“You’re not a crazy widow, miss (L/N), you don’t have the at least ten cats nor do you live in the middle of the mountains.” He added a cheeky comment at the end, which wasn’t probably that funny, but the caffeine made you laugh like Jackson had just told you the funniest joke in the world.

“I hope I didn’t bother your day with sending you here, it’s probably so unnecessary since there’s no actual threat.” You began to clean breakfast’s dishes. You watched as the water made contact with your skin, chilly at first but quickly numbed out. Shaking your head softly, you put those thoughts aside for now and focused on the task. You had to control your zooming out from now on. 

“Not at all. You’ve been very welcoming since I’ve arrived.” 

Should you ask for his number? Go on a date? No, you’d be too hasty or desperate. You barely know this guy and he just came here to work, maybe later. After all, you didn’t need love right now. 

A raucous and screech sound was heard, blocking you from your thoughts. Something had striked against your kitchen’s window, a raven. Jackson, for security measures, had his gun in hand while you two ran outside to see the bird. Even if the sunlight blinded you for a few seconds, it didn’t stop you from running to the house’s backyard and hope to still save the bird.

“It’s just a bird, love.” Loki comforted you. His voice was always so soothing and calm, like a beckon of light in the middle of the night. “It was his fate.” 

“His fate was to slam against a window and die?” You frowned, clear tears streaming down your cheeks. Your boyfriend, however, did not share the same compassion as you did, but he carried a tender warmt in his eyes. 

“The Universe has its ways.” He simply replied, and took the black raven from your hands, “We’ll give him a proper funeral.” 

“Miss (L/N)? Ma’am?” You stared at the grass, then you looked around, even at the window. There was nothing here, not even a single feather, nothing. Did it fly away? Or maybe it was never here at all. You took a deep breath, and from the corner of your eyes you saw Jackson inspecting the grounds and surroundings. “There’s nothing here.”

“You heard it. We heard it. Something slammed against my window.” If you were alone in this precise moment, you’d think you were hearing things again. Your mind playing tricks against you, again. But no, you are not alone, you’re in the company of a security guard named Jackson Sullivan, and you both heard and saw a black raven hit against the glass.

“Maybe it flew away, right? What other explanation is there?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours before you looked away. Something else catched your attention, something in the garden. Ignoring the guard’s callings, your feet moved towards the white flowers blooming. 

Narcissus flowers.

“Your favorite plants.” 

You turned around and raised an eyebrow at Jackson.

“What did you say?” 

“Beg your pardon, miss?” He looked confused, as if those words didn’t leave past his lips right now. Besides everything you two spoke about earlier, you didn’t mention those flowers to him, nor that they were your favorites. 

“How did you know they are my favorite?” 

Jackson seemed to stop and think for a brief minute, before glancing a charming smirk at you. “Captain Rogers told me about it, he thought I should order those flowers for you.” It’s almost as if he was trying to please you, to be as convincing as he could be.”

“Steve?” You took a step in his direction cautiously, not letting him out of your sight. “It was Natasha that handled your assignment here, not Steve. Why would he tell you that?” 

“Hey Nat, how’s it going?” 

“I was lucky enough to cross paths with him.”

The conversation wasn't pleasant, but you didn't know what to do about it. Should you ask for another security? Maybe the story he told was true, but you weren't naïve. It had a plothole. Were you, in fact, onto something though? Maybe you were bored, looking for a cheap adventure to occupy your mind.

Your hands slowly caressed the photograph you held, taken five years ago. It showed Loki and you hugging each other, you were smiling and your boyfriend didn't seem to notice the picture being taken at all. His eyes were upon you, in the most sweet gaze you could ever imagine; he preserved that look only for you. Only you could that side of him. The vunerable, loving side.

Loki wasn't the face everybody painted, no, he was your golden boy.

But then it all fell apart. The grief you felt was overtaken with emptiness over time, your mind still didn't accept Loki was dead. How to accept it, if it seemed like yesterday that he was here? The memories were still so alive, so vivid. Like his presence still lingered around. You denied the fact that he was gone, you wanted so desperately for this to be a horrid nightmare.

For you, it looked like the last time you spoke to him was this morning. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Slipped from your grasp just like that. That's how the universe works, you suppose. People fade away as quick as the last time you saw them. One moment they're here, the next they aren't. It always happens to the people that less deserve it, ironic is it not?

Suddenly, your phone ringed.

“Hey (Y/N), just called in to check in on you and also warn you that the security guard I assigned to you called sick early morning, so another one will replace him.”

“What? That’s impossible.”

“Ralph Williams?”

“What do you mean?” 

"He's here."

“No, no. Jackson Sullivan.” 

You heard her speaking to somebody in the background for a few seconds, before she got back at you. 

“What? Why?”

“(Y/N), I’ll need you to play as cool and normal as possible. We’re going to your house right now.” 

“Listen to me," Natasha said, her voice tune was worrying the soul out of you, “Jackson Sullivan doesn’t exist.” 

“Now, now. It’s not pleasant to talk behind your husband’s back, darling.” 

[bh7theseriesblog]

The Origins of Big Hero 7

Big Hero 7: The Series

Origins

*A flicker of black and white starts up for a while, static noises barely blocks out a voice*

Umm…Hello? Can you hear me?

*the flickering and static stops as it shows a 14 year old girl with dyed blue hair and purple eye contacts*

Can you hear me? Oh it's working!

*The girl sits on the chair in front of the camera. She smooths out her sea green skirt as she clears her throat*

Hi! So…after some thinking I decided to make a video diary so I can remember what I said. After all, who knows when it'll come in handy right? Oh right! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Cora Mizichio.

*Cora chuckles slightly before continuing*

So I guess I should start with my life and such. Let me warn you though, it's kind of a long and wild story.

*she pulls out a phone and starts showing pictures*

I have lived in San Fransokyo for my whole life with my Dad, Mizuchi and Grandmama, Kaguya. My mom, Akemi passed away when I was a baby.

*image of a blonde hair woman smiled warmly before switching to Cora and her family. Her father being Goliath in stature and her grandmother dressed in a kimono with a cane*

Then my family found out that I'm incredibly intelligent for my age. I suppose hacking into your father's computer to send a birthday card at the age of 4 does that. My Dad is very sweet and an old softie, but is very protective of me and wasn't sure that I should go to school. So I was homeschooled, it was fun being taught by Grandmama and such about Marine biology, but…I felt kind of lonely…

After all my studies, I actually made a habit of bot fighting disguised as an unknown cat-masked competitor under the name 'Nekodomo'. It earned good money since at the time Dad hadn't gotten any luck with jobs due to his height. But it was my very first night of bot fighting that I met him…Hiro Hamada

*she flips the photo to a young Asian boy her age, with messy raven hair, large almond brown eyes and a tooth gap in his smile.*

I've never had very much luck when it came to making or having friends, so if I someone told me that I would end up dating this guy I would had laughed. But yeah we did. I was paired up with Hiro in one of those special bot fighting events like the duo duel. We won, but than the cops were coming and I was so scared of getting caught that I couldn't move. But then the next thing I know Hiro grabs my hand and we were running like crazy before the cops even spot us! I have no idea how long we had been running, but to be honest I didn't really care because I was still awe-struck by the fact that Hiro had save me from getting arrested and we didn't even know each other at the time. But that was all about to change, because as we were finally approaching a safe distance from the cops, it was at that moment where I tripped and fell flat on my face, and at the same time broke my mask. Thankfully Hiro picked me back up and we started running again, with me leaving my broken mask behind. Once we finally stopped and knew we were safe, that was when Hiro and I actually first met face-to-face. Now I have to be honest with you, I've never really known if the whole 'Love at first sight' thing was actually real or not, but it's the only thing I can describe how I felt when I first looked into Hiro's eyes. It was there when we properly introduced ourselves to each other and after that, we started seeing each other more. And it was only after 4 months of hanging out together, that I finally got to meet his family, and he got to meet mine.

*The picture now showed Hiro with a woman holding a calico japanese bobtail cat and a young man on either side of him.*

The woman on his left is his Aunt Cass, she runs a coffee shop called the Lucky Cat Cafe. The young man on his right is his older brother Tadashi. And the adorably cute kitty-cat Aunt Cass is holding is Mochi, their family pet. They are really cool people, and they always asked how I was doing and such, and Mochi is such a sweet kitty that he always tries to cuddle up to me whenever I come over. Hiro and I actually became an official thing one night when I saved his butt from Yama's minions. And boy were they surprised! Aunt Cass actually bounced when Hiro told them that I'm his girlfriend! Dad and Grandmama met them that night too, while dad wasn't too happy at first about me dating, Grandmama convinced him…after hitting him on the head with her cane.

*Cora giggled at the memory*

Anyway, After a slight misadventure where Hiro and Tadashi landed in jail and Cass had to bail them out, Tadashi actually took Hiro to SFIT, San Fransokyo institute of Technology that same night. Hiro told me that he met Tadashi's friends. There's Gogo: the cool biker chick, Honey Lemon: the stylish Chem genius, Wasabi: Laser neat freak, and Fred: the secret Billionaire super hero geek. Afterwards Hiro and I actually applied to SFIT by entering the showcase! Hiro made these miniature robots he called Microbots which he can control via head transmitter, I on the other hand did super strength suction cup shoes that can stick on any surface. We both won and we…were gonna celebrate until…a huge fire broke out in the showcase building and Tadashi ran back inside to help Callaghan, a teacher at the school….he didn't make it…

*Cora turned quiet, looking at her hands as she takes a deep breath*

Hiro wasn't himself for a while. I visited him a lot since the fire, and I mostly talked and tried to comfort and be there for him. Then came the day Hiro stubbed his toe and Baymax came along.

*A picture of a white inflated figure came to the picture*

Baymax was Tadashi's project, a robotic nurse to be more specific. He heard Hiro say ow and activated to help him. Then one of Hiro's microbots started acting weird, and Baymax followed the direction it went! It was then we found a guy in a kabuki mask controlling the Microbots. But they were destroyed at the fire right? Once Hiro pieced together that it was the kabuki-masked man that started the fire to steal them, which in turned killed Tadashi…Hiro decided to build Baymax some armor which…well

*the next picture showed Baymax in protective gear*

We traveled down to the port where we saw him take some type of machine out of the ocean. But then it turns out Baymax called the gang to help us, but sadly the guy in the mask saw us. We barely escaped with our lives that night! Thankfully Baymax being a walking marshmallow, also makes him an inflatable raft too. Afterwards we got to Fred's mansion and discussed over what to do next. Side note: it was weird to see that Fred is a billionaire.

*shows portrait of a young Fred and his parents in classy attire*

Hiro and I then built ourselves armor to fight the guy in the mask. Honey lemon got this cute chemistry purse to pull out what she needed, Gogo got some sick skates to zoom past us, Fred got a killer Kaiju costume that breaths fire, Wasabi got awesome laser blades on the backs of his hands, and I got my aquatic camouflage suit with squid strength suction cup shoes! And learning back from his previous work, Hiro turned Baymax from a stay puff marshmallow with bicycle gear to an awesome superhero!

*the next photo shows Baymax in his red armor*

After training and flying around the city we got down to business. We flew to Akuma island where the masked guy was, and it was there we learned something interesting. Krei and some government officials had something called 'Project Silent Sparrow'. It backfired when the portal sucked everything in, and the pilot was stuck. But then the masked guy attacked us! We tried to fight back but….

*a small clip showed Fred jumping only to be punched away *

We bombed, big time.

Hiro and I got lucky to get the mask…but the person was not who we thought….

Turns out Callaghan grabbed the transmitter and used it and the Microbots to protect himself in the fire…leaving Tadashi to die….

It was then that Hiro took out Baymax's health care chip and ordered him to kill Callaghan…

*Cora took a deep breathe before standing up and leaving the room, she returned back with a glass of water and started drinking it. Once she was done She then continued.*

Thankfully the gang got Baymax back to normal but Hiro was furious. He just left with Baymax…but we eventually met up with Hiro at his place, with a video of Tadashi…it was also when we showed him what we discovered. The pilot was no random person Krei hired. She was Callaghan's daughter, and Callaghan was out for blood.

We got to Krei Tech where Callaghan got his portal running. Hiro then learned what we needed to do to beat him; instead of the mask, we take out the Microbots, then he'd be powerless. But despite that, the portal was still open, and ready to tear itself to pieces. Then Baymax dropped the biggest bomb on us, Callaghan's daughter was still alive in there.

Hiro and I got on Baymax to rescue her. We found her pod but Baymax's thrusters were wrecked from the debris…

Baymax…he got us out by rocket punch…but stayed behind in the portal…

It's been weeks since then…

Krei agreed to keep our identities a secret, Callaghan is in prison, and his daughter is making a steady recovery at the hospital. And the news had been exploding over 'the mysterious group of heroes' that saved the city.

Hiro and I had been doing good, we talked to the gang a lot and we actually reapplied to SFIT again.

*Cora then looks at the clock beside her and gasped*

Oh man it's almost midnight! And first day of class is tomorrow! Anyway, thank you for listening! And…Baymax…I don't know if you can hear me..but Hiro has been doing good. We all miss you…especially me and Hiro...wish us good luck, cause who knows what happens tomorrow.

*Cora smiles at the camera before turning it off.*

A.N: This is an updated look for the prolouge chapter of Big Hero 7: The Series!

Liking the new visuals? ;3

This chapter has been edited by WolfWitchHuntress1318 at Fanfiction.net! Thank you for being my patient editor! Thank you for following and reading Big Hero 7! Love ya!

[oneusmyeongju]

On a mission | Oneus (ot6)

Pairing: Reader, RAVN, Leedo, Seoho, Keonhee, Hwanwoong and Xion.

Description: Keonhee being too perfect for this world Y/N began to question herself. And to find the answer, she began to write a plan to find out.

Word count: 4.4K (4453)

Everything began with a simple question.

"Is Keonhee a robot or a human being?"

I don't know why this came to my mind, but it was just a question that got me thinking for several weeks and still got no answer.

I was on my couch, looking at Musik Bank when Oneus appeared, they appeared with their new comeback "To be or not to be". I was just listening and enjoy the music when an idea came to my mind, just as random as the first one.

"Why can't I disguise myself as a make-up artist or something to gain more information?"

Immediately when my question came to my mind I stood up and walk around the living room to think better. I wasn't a spy or something I was just playing around.

And I looked for one more time to the TV and at that moment the camera was zooming on Keonhee's face. And took a paper and a pencil to write my non-fantastic plan on paper to execute the plan.

So at 7:30 A.M sharp, I will be at RBW entrance, with a bag in my hand pretending to be a delivery man saying that Oneus bought food. When I will make sure I am safe in the building without anyone noticing I'm there. I will find out where Oneus practice room is, and I will say I work as a composer but I am new and don't know the building well blah, blah, blah. Then I will take all the information they know without suspicion, then I will be ready to put my plan in function.

I wrote my mission in a text, but easy for me to remember I write at the back of the paper.

1. Enter in RBW, without getting caught, pretending to be a delivery man.

2.When you finally get in Oneus practice room gain information about something you can find your answer (luckily and preferring to be a concert as soon as possible)

I looked one more time to read what I wrote, it sounded risky, and it will impossible to make this without any suspicion on me.

I took a deep breath and close my eyes. I imagine how all this will be working out, and was a pretty well plan. But I am clumsy and luck wouldn't be on my side.

I was trying to stop to think about the plan and without thinking I was going tomorrow at the RBW, pretending to be a delivery man.

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I woke up at 6 A.M to make sure I had enough time to buy all that food. And as I walked somewhere to buy food my mind went blank for a second.

How someone will buy food at 7:30 A.M? I will just go maybe at 10 A.M, is a good time.

I bought all the food it was hamburgers, pizza, cola and ice cream. And instead, to buy a bag of food, I bought two bags.

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I shook my head and took again a deep breath when I was finally at RBW at the front door.

When I was entering, a man who was just about to stop me from entering was saying loud and clear:

"I'm sorry miss but visitors can't enter yet, don't you mind coming never?"

I thought that my plan was already ruined but I raise the bags and said:

"I am not a visitor I was just delivering food to this place. And the address said to come here. Don't you mind letting me in? I am just doing my job."

The man was somehow confused, he looked close to my bags and said:

"Ahhh, I didn't saw the bags. Sorry miss. You can enter."

And he let me in. The first mission COMPLETE and I was about to say "goodbye" when I said in a whisper.

"You better be sorry.", I was just about to take the elevator when the man said:

"You said something just now?"

"No nothing. I was saying goodbye, sir.", I was speaking with a rush voice, but he raises his shoulders and said nothing in return.

And after that, I press the button to go on the first floor. And with my phone in my hand, I just looked at the old Vlive where Xion and Hwanwoong were showing the first floor of the RBW building.

I was just looking but I haven't got enough time to memorise, while I was still in the elevator and when I got off. I was still looking at the Vlive I was intensely watching, trying to figure out where I must go.

Walking and walking for some time, I was just about to ask someone to tell me where Oneus practice room is when I bumped into a person. I got scared and dropped the bags and my phone, hit the floor.

I looked up, and Leedo was there.

That's why I was scared so much, I said in my mind.

But he took the phone and the bags, giving them to me saying that he was sorry, and for a split second, he looked at my phone.

"You are a huge fan, no? I can see on this Vlive you were watching right now."

My mouth was opening and closing in shook and give the bags to him:

"This is for you."

"For me?", Leedo was just saying confused as ever.

"No, not for you for all the members. You plural, not you singular."

"This is tricky", he said while I was just laughing silently at him.

For a second I forgot what I was supposed to do, and trying to remember my plan I said:

"Ahh, and one more thing. I am not a fan. I am a compositor but I got all lost and don't know where I am right now, anyway if I was a fan the security guy wouldn't let me in, riiiiight?"

He was just thinking looking at me blankly and nodded.

"And where you are trying to go?"

"I wanted to meet all the artists and I knew only Oneus, soooo I was just looking to meet the artists who I am going to work with.", these words came into my mind right away, it wasn't true but for Leedo was making sense, and so for me.

And following my plan, Leedo was just making this for me a lot easier than I thought, going me to the Oneus practice room.

But when I got there my hopes went -100%. I didn't think how I was supposed to get the information when I can't speak for no reason.

Everyone was just dancing prepare for maybe a concert. And Leedo with a cheerful and friendly voice was saying to his members:

"I'm back, with someone, is new here so don't be harsh with her".

I walked a few steps behind, making me stop because of the door that was blocking my way.

Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to speak and introduce myself. And I was trying to keep my cool and trying to speak what was on my mind.

"H... hello. I'm Y/N a...and I am the new compositor. I... I'm looking forward w... working with you."

I didn't know why I was so nervous. Maybe because of my bias Keonhee who was just looking at me. Trying to not make eye contact with him, because I probably faint I looked at others, making random eye contact with Hwanwoong.

I was working hard to gain information, I did all this, I didn't want to quit and leave because of my bias, so I took for the 100th time a deep breath and looked at everyone else except Keonhee.

I was walking into the centre of the room and sat down and everyone does the same thing with some suspicion on their faces.

I was smiling and now was step two, gain as much as information you could.

And without looking at Keonhee I began to speak.

"Sorry, for interrupting your dance practice, but if you all don't mind, can I ask you a question? You have a concert or something?"

After I spoke, the room was filling with silence and RAVN's voice was breaking the awkwardness and the silence that filled the room for 30 seconds.

"Yeah, we have a concert... Somehow. We have a fan meeting. And it's on 27th."

Inside me, I was so happy it was in 3 days the fan meeting, and I can find my answer quickly, but I tried hard not to express myself too much. But I hadn't much time for thinking, because Seoho's voice can be heard.

"Sooooo, you are a composer. Don't you mind showing us, you are a REAL composer? And not some random human who is an nr.1 fan and wanted to gain information because you wanted to do something?"

I was frozen in my place, he didn't know my plan, I thought of it yesterday. It's impossible, and I don't know how to compose some lyrics, now I really wanted to quit. But I looked at Keonhee and shook my head, and my mouth was speaking on its own.

"Sure I can prove it. I AM a real composer."

Everyone was looking at me, they didn't believe me. But I can't give up.

Seoho took a pencil and a blank paper and said:

"You can write about anything. You are going there," and he was pointing to a couch at the corner of the practice room, where there was a table too," and we will prepare for the fan meeting."

I was feeling I was on a test but I go and sit on the couch with the blank paper on my face.

This wasn't according to the plan, but I can't lose now. Seoho believes that I am not a composer, but I will prove him wrong.

I'm not gonna lie, in 15 minutes I was just looking on my paper without writing anything.

And while looking on the wall, a message appears on my phone. And it was just a stupid notification. I looked at my Keonhee wallpaper when suddenly disappear and it was a black screen reflecting my face instead, then I couldn't stop writing.

Leave your phone off a while

Us in the mirror

Just the two of us in this maze

The reflection of you and me in this mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror

It might be heaven's joke

Stuck inside a square frame

Endlessly push and pull

From the darkness above the clouds, you shine light

Phenomenon Phenomenon

Open the doors to this space

Between you and me, me and you

Erase what's not needed

Connect the two, connect the two

Even with time and space against us, you're still my love

You know, 0 and 1, don't wait

I can look at you. I don't care about anyone else

Remember it's only you and me in the mirror

It took me 1 hour but, writing some lyrics was somehow great. I didn't have a chance to say I finished it, because Keonhee took the paper and look at it.

I was nervous, thinking that he wouldn't like it if he found that the inspiration was because of a wallpaper of him that I had on my phone.

He read it out loud and my face was down, blushing. And without interrupting him I listened to Keonhee's voice, so the others.

When he finished it, everyone was surprised looking at me more believable than before, when I entered the first time here.

"You did a great job here Y/N", Keonhee's arm was touching my shoulder, and the only thing I could hear was Seoho's voice making me raise my head, slowly.

"Sorry, for doubting you. But you don't look like a composer to me."

"The same goes for me", said Hwanwoong. "And for everyone, I'm looking forward to working with you, too."

I saw everyone's face, feeling sorry for everything. But I didn't want to see them like this and I began to smile.

"Everyone, don't feel sad. If I was in your place I would do the same. You can use these lyrics for a comeback or something, soon. I will go.", I stood up from my chair, going to the exit door. I was so close to leaving, but Xion's voice kept me for a few seconds.

"I feel sorry, too but for making you feeling better, why don't you come to the fan meeting."

My heart dropped, I was so happy. My mission became easier and easier, thanks to everyone.

I slowly leave the building, with Xion's words in my mind. I wanted to do this, but I slowly wanted to accept that Keonhee is just a human.

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The next day. I was on the same couch on the same spot with the same pen, but with another paper on my coffee table. And I started writing the next plan.

But before, I bought a ticket to the Oneus fan meeting, it was at 3:15 P.M, it wasn't so far away as I thought, so it was again easier for me.

So, I will be at the fan meeting at 3:10 P.M. 5 minutes I will just go to find my seat. Then they begin the fan meeting, and I will be there just sitting in my seat. Then when I am sure they saw me I go to the backstage without any noticing from anyone, and get into the artist room. And when I will go to the artist room. Then I don't know, fill a bucket with water, or just splash him with a bottle or a cup filled up with water. But before I will just make sure that nobody is in my way. Just Keonhee and me, then if he IS a robot I will run and hide where I can, and if he ISN'T a robot probably I would get kicked out and Keonhee will be mad at me, saying to Seoho and everyone that Seoho was right, that I wasn't a composer and hate me, everyone, forever.

I looked at the paper filled up with my writing and the plan was way riskier than I thought. I didn't have a plan to lure the bodyguard, but maybe I would come up with a solution in the case at the right time.

Shortly:

1. I will be at the fan meeting on time.

2.I will sneak up to the backstage when I make sure one member notice me.

3. Splash some water when you and Keonhee are alone.

4.RUN!!!!!!!! Don't get caught.

My head starts hurting when I looked at my plan, but it was worth trying. I hadn't anything to lose. Maybe I will come back kicked out with a restraining order from Oneus, but I wasn't going to meet them again if that happens.

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27.09. I was at the fan meeting at 3 P.M, because I was so nervous and I ended up coming a little early. But the fans didn't wait for a special invitation. When I was entering the room where was taking place the fan meeting. All fans were speaking loudly and everyone was pushing for just a better view.

I looked at my ticket, it was the 10th seat, but I didn't think I will end up fiding my seat at all. It was too crowded.

Trying to find my seat for 15 minutes, but I didn't have a chance to find my seat and I was just standing on my feet. The fans have the vocal cords very strong because my ears wanted to fall off when Oneus was just introducing themselves.

I knew they were excited, but when I met them a few days ago, I wasn't like this. It was just an excitement mixed up with a little fear. And today I felt the same way.

There a lot of fans who were just going to speak with them and getting autographs from them. But I was just looking, with the fans behind me pushed me every second to get a chance.

I was on my feet for like 30 minutes or more, when a crazy fan pushed me too hard and I didn't know what exactly was happening, but I knew I was down on the floor with my right feet hurting me badly.

Good job Y/N.

I said to myself, I wanted to make something but I ended up just hurting myself emotionally and physically.

I heard Leedo raising his voice to his fans.

"Please, To Moons I know you all are very excited and all but I think someone fell, please go back 3 steps, just 3 to make sure everyone's all right."

Fans didn't want to go back from their idols. But they had no choice, Leedo was repeating the same sentence again and again and the other members followed him saying again the same phrase.

They go more than just 3 steps, and my eyes met with everyone else. And they were just frozen in the place like me, making eye contact with everyone, even with Keonhee.

Seoho didn't stay for too long, because he wanted to help me get up as soon as possible.

"Are you all right, if you want we can call the ambulance.", said Seoho with a rush voice.

"I'm ok, don't need to worry.", even if my leg was hurting me I didn't want to quit right now.

Seoho breathes in relief and everyone does the same thing. Fans were somehow jealous of me and Seoho, but they made this not me. They got what they deserve.

Seoho, looked at me and I don't know if he wanted to be safe or not, he just said.

"Y/N, we have some ice bags in backstage in Oneus room, can Keonhee walk you there because I have some autographs to give."

I nodded, and my plan was just going fine.

It wasn't bad after all. The fans contributed to my plan, so I am happy.

Step 3, go to the backstage.

My mission was going to end, but I didn't want to end so soon.

Keonhee said what he was told by his hyung and took me in the backstage making me go into the "Oneus" room.

"It's ok, you can leave now. I'm alright don't need to worry.", I said without thinking twice, without thinking about the plan. I just wanted Keonhee to have fun with his fans.

He stayed silent when he was putting me on the couch, searching for the ice bag.

"We want to be everyone ok. I can't leave, Seoho and Leedo will be making sure that I made what I was told to, so it's not a clever idea."

I can't contradict Keonhee because he knows he's hyungs the best. I'm not here to contradict, I'm here to find out the truth behind Keonhee.

I looked around the room and I can't see something with water to splash Keonhee, so I asked Keonhee:

"Keonhee, I want to drink water, can you tell me where to go?"

"Just stay... I would get the water, for you, just wait a little bit longer."

After some minutes RAVN appeared, running:

"Keonhee, the fans got crazy and everyone is asking about you, I would find the ice bag and you can go there. Keonhee, please!"

Keonhee leaves the room, feeling a bit disappointed. But RAVN found the ice bag so quickly that I didn't had a chance to blink.

"Here, is. Take this and wait when it's over ok?"

I nodded and RAVN disappeared, leaving the room. I put the ice bag on my leg. It hurts so much, I didn't know exactly how my leg was hurting this badly. But after I fell, fans were just ignoring me, step on my right leg, that one who was hurting me from the beginning.

Crazy fans.

The room was filling up with silence and I looked around.

This is my chance, to bring a cup of water.

I said in my mind, but Keonhee said that he would take care of it. I stayed on the couch without moving an inch. When someone was opening the door.

It was Keonhee with a cup of water in his hand. He gave it to me without saying anything. Then leave as fast as he could.

Why everything is in a rush?

I was staying sad because, couldn't make my final mission, the last and only mission. That mission to splash Keonhee in the face.

Keonhee is Keonhee, he wouldn't let me if I ask him nicely, it must be a surprise for him. But he is just too perfect to be a human. That's why I asked that question.

And without doing anything, my mind went to how I became with that question in the first place.

I was in my room with my phone in my hand and I was just scrolling on Instagram when a notification appeared on my screen.

It was from Oneus. The new song "To be or not to be". I listened 10 times, and after that, I was just looking on Youtube to an unboxing to Oneus album "Lived".

I was just looking at the photos when Keonhee's photos appeared by flipping the next page. I take a look closely and without thinking I order myself one album.

After 5 days the package arrived and when I took the album and saw Keonhee's picture, I knew I had to do something. His face, his eyes, his skin, his nose even his lips are too perfect.

But the way he acts when he is not on the stage made me think I was thinking wrong about him.

But the more photos I looked at, the more I was thinking about the question that it was bothering me for several weeks.

"Is Keonhee a robot or a human being?"

That's how all began, it was just a simple story.

But I looked at all my surroundings and saw where I was. A room filled up with make-up with backpacks and mirrors.

What I have done?

That was the only question that I had at that time.

My leg was killing me, it's hurts so much than before, and I wanted to run. But Oneus came.

I was feeling anxious and when I and Keonhee eyes met. I felt sorry for him, before making sudden moves.

Everyone was asking me if I was ok but I repeat the same thing with a forced smile on my face.

I didn't know if they believe me, but my leg didn't want to cooperate with me. They looked at my leg, and I saw that my leg was bigger than my usual leg.

Hwanwoong panicked and was about to call the ambulance.

"I'm fine, don't call the ambulance. Excuse me, I will go home now."

And as I stood up, my legs felt shaky, thought that my legs were about to fall in every second. And I began to leave the room.

When I closed the door. The door began to open again. It was just Keonhee with the cup of water in his hand, that I didn't even take a sip from it.

"You didn't even drink your water", he said while giving me the cup.

I looked at my cup and without a second thought my hand was moving on its own, splashing Keonhee right in his face, and suddenly feeling a lot better I began to run. Trying to get to the exit.

The bodyguard let me go, even if my right leg was about to give up.

I was about to call a taxi when an arm was on my shoulder, I knew who it was. It was the second time he has done this.

"Don't feel sorry, and for a guess, you are not a composer either you wanted to find the answer to your question?"

I looked back and saw Keonhee with the water dripping from his chin. I couldn't hold myself to laugh, so I began to laugh as hard as I could. Keonhee was looking me confused and gave him a thumbs up.

Saying that it was true.

He wasn't mad, he didn't want to make anything. He was just surprised that a fan HAD done something like that.

The sirens become louder and louder. Someone had called the ambulance, then Keonhee said to me, the last sentence he could say:

"Seoho was right, but I can't blame you either. Real or not? I will ask myself the same question if I were you, maybe I've done the same thing. Don't...

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. And when the ambulance arrived I had gone on my feet inside to take me to the hospital.

When I entered the ambulance with my corner of the eye I saw the rest of the members looking at me with a happy and bright smile. I smiled back.

When the ambulance was taking Y/N to the hospital, Keonhee with a whispering voice continued.

"Don't be sad. You don't deserve to be sad just for this."

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The next day I was in my bedroom on my desk writing in my journal, everything that happened, with the ending and answering my question.

"Is Keonhee a human being or not?"

Answer: He is a human, and he would ask himself the same question, too.

My leg was in gypsum and didn't hurt me anymore. I took my crutches and began to go into the living room looking at the TV once again.

On the coffee table, I saw the papers I wrote my non so fantastic plan, and in the end, I ended up being somehow friends with him.

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The days passed so fast that I was pretty much used to my old life before the plan. And everything became to go to normal.

When 8 months later I saw something I didn't believe.

Oneus was announcing their 5th mini album and I was in Poland for a week so I missed it. But when I came home I listened to the song everyone was talking about so much.

The title track was "Black Mirror" and from the title, I knew it was something familiar.

I think, it was some weird coincidence, but when I heard the lyrics I knew it was the lyrics I wrote. They made more lyrics to the song, but 30% was my work or something like that. (I'm not good at matemathics.)

I listened to the song with a big and bright smile on my face.

Now every time I hear "Black Mirror" my mind always will be going to the day, when my stupid plan was somehow good. Making me and Keonhee meet each other and be friends at the end of this story.

[jamkookies]

° Bon Voyage °

• Part II •

Behold the beauty mask!

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Two days.

That's how long it had been since you hadn't seen the boys. You hadn't even been able to exchange messages because your mom kept insisting that you keep your phone as far away from you as possible.

But thank heavens it was over now.

The birthday had gone smoothly and you could finally go back to what you had planned to do.

You were now sitting on a chair, a camera looming over you and your bodyguard standing a few feet away.

You had changed to black shorts since it was scorching hot and put a cap on your head, but except for that you were still wearing the same clothes from two days ago.

Curse you and your insufferable messiness.

You had one hour till the plane took off so you decided to spend that time devouring a hamburger all by yourself.

Then you thought twice and got two other ones - one for the cameraman and one for the bodyguard, though the latter refused to eat on duty.

"Well, I guess more for us then", you said with a mouthful and split it in half with the cameraman.

Taking big bites, you opened the front camera and started recording a video.

You film the hamburger first and then let your face get in the view.

"Now I know what you're probably thinking. Isn't that a tasty - looking piece of art? For sure it is. You must be over there starving while I enjoy this beauty.But no worries fellas. I will join you in no time. So long, my brethren."

You're about to finish recording but then you zoom in into your eye.

"Oh and Tae - hyung, please tell me you haven't broken my record on Temple Run or I'll kill you.Byeeee".

You turn off the camera and go back to eating.

Ten minutes later you get a video-message.

What you first see is Tae holding his phone in front of the camera showing his Temple Run username with the score attached.

It was a long number.

It had a lot of zeros.

That cheeky little bastard.

He moves the phone around showing you the rest of the members, and to your betrayal, they are sitting on a yacht drinking champagne off of fancy glasses.

You involuntarily gasp. So much for them starving.

They all wave at the camera when noticing it, specifically Jin who grabs the phone from Taehyung's hands.

"Y/N how many times have I told you not to talk with your mouth full!"

"But hyung, you do it all the time." A voice is heard.

Jimin.

You huff a laugh through your nose.

"Anyways..." Jin glares at Jimin and continues. "Don't eat too much or you'll get sick. See you soon."

He passes the phone to the others and the first person to grab it is Jungkook.

"Hey Y/N . We've missed you a lot.There is no one to tease and we're starting to grow bored. Hurry up, please. Love you."

He gives you a finger heart.

You start hearing a faint thump, that grows louder and faster by the second.

Oh right , it's your own heart this time.

Why the hell is it beating so fast?

Thank god the camera moves to Jimin.

He does the same.

"Love you, Y/N."

Then Hoseok.

Namjoon.

When Yoongi gets into view, his head is turned to the side. Everyone waits for him.

"I'm gonna stay here till you say it", says Taehyung, holding the camera.

"Love you, Y/N." He finally manages, unbothered and still not looking.

Everyone laughs their asses off.

You included.

Everyone knows that Yoongi isn't the type to show his affection, but he will still be so loving and caring to others.It made your heart hurt and you were suddenly reminded of all the times he would require for his hand to be held.

The video comes to an end.

There was this churning feeling on your stomach and you didn't really know if it was from Yoongi's adorableness, Jungkook's showcase of emotions or all together.

You abandon the rest of the hamburger and look straight at the camera.

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

* * *

Things had gotten pretty weird lately. You got easily flustered at the most subtle affection, and you didn't really know how to feel about it.

But one thing was for sure.

You had to get things under control or people would start having suspicions.

So, you decide to act as your most uncaring, goofy self and turn everything that comes at your way a hilarious scenario.

You exit the airport of Valetta and take a look around the area.

The heat is so intense, it makes your skin prickle. If you keep walking around under the sun like this, your skin will be burnt like hell. You take out the sunscreen and start applying it on to your arms, legs and every visible sliver of skin.

However, when it comes to your face, you just stuff your hands full of the substance and smear it carelessly until you look like you put on a beauty mask.

"I wish I had some cucumber slices right now", you say, your eyes the only thing able to be seen.

People stare at you incredulously, but you ignore them and keep walking.

Al least you were amusing to look at.

"What am I supposed to do now?" You ask the cameraman.

He gives you a map of the city and you spot an area circled with red.

"That's the place where the members are staying. You have to find it by yourself. Here is your allowance," the cameraman says and hands you an envelope. You peek at the envelope and see 100 dollars nicely folded.

Giving him a crooked smile, you put a hand on your hip.

"Hyung-nim, did I ever tell how well you do your job?"

The cameraman chokes back a laugh.

"We don't know where the place is either."

Your smile faints and the corners of your lips turn downwards, disappointed.

"Oh well, it looks like we have a lot of work to do," you say and grab the map from his hands.

* * *

After a long ride on the bus, you were exhausted but you didn't let it show. Dragging your suitcase behind you, you hum to yourself fragments of your incomplete songs. Your face still looked like you had stuffed it in cocaine, and that only made pedestrians throw weird glances at you, but you just smiled and waved.

You were absolutely enjoying this.

The whole place was so aesthetically pleasing with all the beige dwellings, reflecting off the sun, and the waves crashing into the shore. The warm breeze tickled your skin and you tasted the salt in the air.

You felt like your lungs were filled to the brim with the fresh oxygen.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you had been a little sceptic about coming to Malta out of all places, but now you understand that you had been utterly wrong.

This.... this is was something different.

This was something you could very well live with.

You take another deep breath and close your eyes, but then a giggle makes you open them again.

A little kid is pointing at you from a few feet away and laughing his ass off, due to the sight of your "beauty mask".

You sigh deeply and keep walking.

*

At last you arrive at the location.

A tall building towers over you and you push the bell button on the number of your assigned apartment.

No answer.

You wait for a couple more minutes, and sigh in frustration.

"Why aren't they answering?"

"Maybe they've gone out," the cameraman says.

You bite your fist into your mouth and take out your phone.

You punch the call button on the first contact you see.

"Hey, Y/N !" Hoseok replies.

"Why aren't you answering the door? I'm outside."

"You came already? Why didn't you warn us? We're having breakfast at a nearby restaurant."

"You're having breakfast without me?" I say incredulously.

"Were we supposed to starve until you arrived?"

"Hyung, there's a camera over here, don't make me swear at you."

Hoseok cackles and hangs up.

He then sends you the location of the restaurant.

Good.

It's not far.

You are about to leave, but you immediately catch sight of your reflection on a glass door.

The so called ' mask ' has wrinkled and it's crumpling all over you.

What in the world had you been thinking?

You fish some wet tissues out of your backpack and rub them into your face.

The sunscreen rips free off your skin easily and you touch the soft surface of your cheeks.

"Wow, I should try this more often," you say to the camera.

After a short walk you catch sight of the restaurant Hoseok told you about.

It's pretty nice, next to the shore and all.

You unconsciously fasten your steps, eager to finally meet them.

They're sitting all together around a big table and they seem so happy, talking and making jokes with each other.

It pulls at the strings of your heart.

You hadn't even realized how much you missed them until now.

You break through the crowd of people, maneuvering with your suitcase right at your side.

The first one to notice you is Jimin, who stops mid - talking and smiles so widely, his eyes turn into crescents.

"Y/N!" He yells.

"Jimin-ssi!" You yell back.

He gets up from the table and breaks into a run, straight at you.

You are frozen into place when he jumps and wraps himself around you like a koala.

Your hands find his back, holding him into place, and you squeeze.

"What took you so long?" He asks, your hair muffling his voice.

"Traffic was horrible,"you say through a smile." And hyung, why are you so light? Have you been eating well recently?"

He lowers himself onto the ground and ruffles your short hair. The length is right below your neck, more like a bob, so his action makes it stand in all directions.

"I have been stuffing my face like a pig," he continues." Just like you do."

"Tell me something I don't know."

You catch him in a headlock and ruffle his own blonde head.

The others get up from the table as well, welcoming you with warm smiles.

You first hug Jin and then proceed to do the same with Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung, who to your surprise is getting all teared up.

"No way!" You say, a mix of shock and amusement on your face.

"Kim Taehyung is crying for me?"

"No, I'm not," he says and sniffles.

You laugh out loud and pull him into another hug.

"Do you know how many times Jungkook beat me playing Overwatch?" He continues with a whiny voice.

Your eyes flick to Jungkook, who is looking at the both of you with a cocky smile. You shake your head in exasperation and attempt to free yourself from his arms but he refuses to let go.

"Hyung, you're choking me," you croak.

"Oh right, sorry."

He releases you and offers a boxy smile, not a trace of sadness on his face.

Damn it, he's a good actor.

Pulling off the most normal expression you can muster, you move on to Jungkook.

He still has that stupid smirk on his face, so you close the distance between you in two long strides and lift him up by his legs. He's caught off guard, but he recovers quickly and tips his head backwards, laughing out loud.

"We have ourselves another muscle pig!" Namjoon exclaims.

Still carrying Kookie, you contemplate whether putting on a show of carelessness was the best thing to do.

You had tried to look all nice and comfortable being close to him, but now you were having second thoughts.

You put him down and plaster another smile on your face.

"I think I broke my back."

Hoseok wheezes.

You take a seat and start nibbling at the food lying on the table.

"Hey, hands off, that's mine! " Jin complains as you take a bite out of the delicious pizza.

You take another huge bite, just to spite him.

"So, how did your trip go? " Asks Hoseok.

"Well" , you say with a mouthful. " I went all the way to Daegu just to give Hyun-Woo a present.

Came back here, took the bus and here I am."

"How long did it take for you to find the building and all that?" Asks Jimin.

"About fifteen minutes, I guess."

They all stare at you.

You stop chewing.

"What?"

"We wandered for about two hours yesterday and we even split into two groups, so we could find it more easily."

You resume chewing and shrug.

"I'm good with directions, I guess."

"Oh and by the way, you're gonna have to choose a room for you to sleep." Says Taehyung. "We'll see who you'll get coupled with."

"I hope I get the single room, " you say and barely swallow.

You didn't like the sound of this.

What if you got coupled with Jungkook?

You steal a glance at him, and see the way he has stuffed his cheeks with food. For some strange reason, you couldn't stop staring at his longish curls.

He had decided to grow his hair out and you couldn't deny that it suited him perfectly, even though you would never admit such a thing in front of him.

Then, out of the blue his eyes flick to yours and he catches you staring.

"What?" He says.

You narrow his eyes at him.

"You have tomato sauce on your chin."

[marvelousaddiction]

A Better Reality Ch1

Pairing: Eddie Brock (Venom) x Carlton Drake x Reader

Summary: You worked for Carlton Drake at the life Foundation and you had over time fallen for him but after learning of his doing and his passing you discover alternate worlds (like in Spiderverse or the Flash; actually the Flash, let's say Earth 19. This isnt a crossover though.) Your discovery leads you to a reality where not only was Carlton alive but he was happy, and best friends with Eddie Brock who was still Venom but in this world Carlton had the opposite mission. You stay a while before you are faced with a decision between staying with them, and choosing one, or going back to your reality. Would this Eddie trust you enough to ever tell you about his symbiote, not knowing that you already know? Could your choice re-create the Carlton Drake you know and lost back home? Who would you choose? Would you stay?

It had been months since you heard word of Carlton Drake's death and you had finally completed the mourning process. The grief hit you like a freight train and upon being told your knees went weak and you sunk to the floor screaming as tears covered your face and poured and you screamed. His big beautiful and persuasive chocalte eyes still behind yours when you blinked. Denial came as not believing he was gone or had actually done what everyone was saying, the anger followed when you almost believed he had, but not quite, and you still defended his name because you were unsure. Depression was when you didn't care about your work for weeks, you showed up exhausted and uninterested in comparison to yourself which was always excited and thrilled to learn more, discover, help people. Acceptance, you assumed that was thestage you were on currently. You showed up with a cup of pep, you had a smile at the least, a small bit of hope and just a little of your old excitement; you had come to terms with him being gone and not being at work anymore, and what he had possibly done and you forgave him. Maybe it was because you could still envision those eyes of his, but you weren't going to question.

"Hi," you greet your coworker who returned the greeting and was way too perky; you wouldnt have thought that before all of this but now you did. "What is it?"

"We discovered something major, thanks to you," she has a smile that covers her entire face and she bites her lip to conceal a scream or a squeal as she starts running and pulling you along down the hall.

"Hey-wait-what-what're-what did-"

She only giggles as you reach the lab and she points to a screen that has a image of what looks like a galaxy, or maybe several, it was huge. "Is that another universe?" "Possibly, but it was based on your data and based on your research as well-," she zooms in on the touch screen to a planet mass that lokks exactly like earth. "I know what you are thinking Y/N, and it isn't our earth but," she gestures to a portal behind the glass casing, "you can go there"

"O-Okay," now you felt a rush, a spark. You hop in place a little, chewing your own lip now as well. You take each others hands and hop up and own. "Alright, so do I just....step through?"

"Yeah, and this may affect time and space, the time there may or may not be like that here and the-" "huge sci-fi fan, yeah, I know. And getting back here?" "Same portal, one of us will be here at all times. We are taking shifts and alternating," she points to her assistant. "Will the portal stay open?" "Doesnt it have to?" She asks confused, her arms crossed now. You shrug, "I was just thinking that it should close at a certain time....so noone sees it, there but mostly here....call me paranoid...." "Good idea, how is 12 midnight here?" You nod in agreement, "and reopen it at 1am....." "Got it, our shifts will be 12 to 12. Go, go, discover, take note, we are making history!!"

You nod and step into the other room of the lab. You wave to them, heave a deep breath and step through. On the other side it looks just like the labs in your world.

"Excuse me Miss?" A familiar voice calls from behind you and you bite back tears and slowly turn to see Carlton with blonde hair and a big smile, so similar yet so differnt. You lose focus except for staring at him and you see his lips moving but you cant hear what he says. "I-I'm sorry, w-what?"

He still smiles warmly, making eye contact with those damn eyes, "I was asking if you are a new employee? I haven't seen you around and my new assistant was supposed to start today.

"Oh." You blink and think for a second, a brief second and blink once more. "Yes, that would be me, hello," you smile, offering him a handshake.

"Nice to meet you," he shakes your hand.

This Drake was a lot friendlier than the one you knew, well know, the Drake you knew was a sweetheart with children and was nice in his own way, or did you just care about him so much you saw it that way? Love is blind.

"Nice to meet you too-" "Carlton, please," he kisses the top of your hand then lets it go. "May I ask your name?"

"Y-Y/N," you knew you were blushing, you just knew. The Drake on your reality definetly never did anything like that.

"Y/N, I can let you slide on your first day for being late," he winks.

"H-How late?"

"All day, but it's okay. You are new to town-"

"You have no idea-"

"Heh, yeah. It's 3 and you were meant to be here at 9 but if you come to dinner with my friend and I then it is under the rug." He begins trudging off.

You stand trying to absorb everything for a moment. It was 3 here now, and 9:30am back home.

"Y/N? Coming?" He turns, asking you with a warm smile.

"Oh, oh yes, thankyou," you smile and run to catch up and follow behind him, while working out the times in your head.

[craftypentacle]

I am so fucking frustrated

The title says it all - and yet zero details so I am going to get into them here:

I am going to school for massage therapy. I have one other classmate who is 4 years older than me. We instantly clicked and I am so grateful that my classmate is quite similar to me. The teachers on the other hand... they seem like great people outside of class, but they have been quite bad teachers.

The first teacher was teaching a class that lasted two weeks - she was great, aside from misgendering me, which didn't bother me at the time (doesn't make it okay tho...). My current two teachers though... they are who really make me question how much I want to get through this year of schooling.

I am taking anatomy and physiology, as well as Basic Swedish techniques. From the very first day of anatomy, I was nervous. One, anatomy is just a scary subject - I have been hearing my peers complain about the class since Junior year of high school, so about five years with this fear and nervousness instilled in me. My teacher only made that fear worse. The first day of classes, she flew through the slideshows saying that nearly everything that we were briefly seeing would be discussed in the future... except the second class went like that too, just a little less of "you'll see this down the line," but similar teaching style. Actually, I don't think my normal teacher was there for our second class of anatomy, in which case... I learned better than with my normal teacher.

With breezing through the powerpoints, it is so difficult to catch much information or get it typed out. My classmate doesn't even have a digital way to write down information, so she has to handwrite it, meaning she misses so much more information than she should.

Now, I understand that a part of college is to learn on your own, but we are scheduled to be at school for four hours, and most nights those four hours are nowhere near met. There are two of us, instead of zooming through and not having anything else to teach, I want to have a say in how things are taught. The benefit of having a small class size is not that we get through things faster, it is supposed to be that we have one on one and a more personalized learning experience. That has been said of all of the schools that I've attended and this is the only place that it's actually felt like a possibility... and yet, nothing...

My basic swedish techniques teacher is frustrating but in a different way. Tonight was my second time meeting her, but my fifth class of this course. She had covid for a bit, which I understand, but that meant that we had subs. Now, the thing that I've experienced with substitutes is that my normal teachers explain the lessons plans or have sub notes to some degree. They were not present within this course. Because of that, there were assumptions being made about my normal teacher's preferred massage methods. Those assumptions were incorrect. They were things like excluding one part or another. My classmate and I were practicing these incorrect methods and being told in class, as she was shirtless under a sheet and I am relearning the proper way for the first time and I have really bad anxiety about fucking up when it comes to putting my hands on another person so I want to make sure I understand it correctly before starting. Being told and not shown how to do it the proper way when it felt like I had been doing the proper way was extremely difficult for me. If I am incorrect, yes please correct me, but I am not going to learn properly from a distance. Still, I did my best. What works for me when correcting the mistake is naming out loud the misinformation and explaining what to do instead, that way if I ever think about reverting to the old way I will know step by step how to fix it in the moment before going dangerously far.

It was so frustrating because she didn't realize how I was learning, that I was trying to connect the false information to what I really should be doing. There was a point I was saying that I had learned to effleurage one side of the arm all at once then move onto the other side, and I thought I had skipped a part because the video went back and forth between the two positions. She said that I hadn't, but she also didn't understand what I was trying to say, so I tried to clarify that that was what I had been taught and I was trying to figure out how it was different. She still didn't understand and ended up rewinding it to show me. So I started to become frustrated. I wasn't being heard, in fact I was being shut down and directed to the video again. My classmate said that the majority of the time she was on her phone - I didn't notice that, but that was mostly because I was so caught up in trying to get things right. All of this was a concoction for me to freak the fuck out internally in the middle of a practice massage on my classmate. I knew that I could not physically continue and learn well, so I had asked to leave the room for a few moments. Her response was "You have a client..." And as she said that, Im sure my face said "this is my fucking classmate and I am taking a few moments to myself." So I walked out to compose myself and walked straight to the bathroom, sat in the first stall, and started breathing. I reminded myself that this is frustrating for all of us, and no one was making me frustrated on purpose. Covid isn't anyone's fault and sometimes teachers can forget to give subs notes, especially when it's unplanned. My sub teachers have known my normal teacher for some time and know her end of course long game, so they dropped some hints that a few things will be shortened or edited or adjusted how is best for our bodies. The assumption that we would be doing the same was an honest mistake. It was a big ole mess of miscommunication, one that would teach me how to calm and ground mid disaster and go back into the massage room for the client. Instead, after I calmed down in the stall, washed my hands and was ready to walk back to the class, I see my fully clothed classmate beside me. So it seemed that the massage was over and that I calmed myself down enough for the massage but instead for nothing.

She asked me if I was feeling better and I was, but the thing about me is that that doesn't last if you pick at a fresh wound. I tend to spiral a lot. So that's what I did. I spiraled in silence. Every single thing she said would somehow lead my brain to a self negative thought and I would fight that. Only to be met with more shitty self talk.

We ended up going outside for a bit. We walked around the building some... towards a bar that the guy I used to talk to showed me. I somehow still miss him... SO much. I hate it. On that walk, she offered to hold my hand. I haven't held hands with a platonic, non sexual friend in so long, it was so nice. I miss having close friends who were comfy with physical touch, even when I was the reason they became comfy with it.

Anyway, I am tired and may finish this later, may not, we'll see.

[holdon-a-minute]

As Time Repeats

Chapter I

A New World

*Present Day*

Shuffling feet, deep laughs, screeching brakes, choirs of songbird, pieces of conversation...each adding to create the loud bustle that loafs through the street. Listening. She slowly raises her eyelids, to only be greeted by the soft morning sun welcoming each body with its warmth.

Shining smiles, trees of chartreuse, paves of stone grey, breeze-caught hair...all merging together to paint one picturesque scene. Watching. She rests back onto the wooden public bench, controlled deep breaths escaping through her button nose.

Mature parfum, strong mowed grass, golden-baked delicacies, polluting fumes, freshly ground coffee beans...scents of good and bad are to be known everywhere you turn. Inhaling.

Now comes feel.

"Ugh..." Renae lets out an exasperated breath in defeat, sitting her elbows on her spread knees and burying her face deep in her dry palms. She tightly traps her airways, holding her breath as the tears threaten to spill from her eyes once again, before she stops herself and forces the words off her tongue, "I do not want to feel this way." She may not be happy now, she thinks to herself, but this is the start of a new beginning. And at new beginnings there is always hope. "Be optimistic..!" she whispers to herself, but Renae knows better than anyone that it's hardest to keep up with your new start when you didn't even want it in the first place.

Standing from the bench, she turns her judging eyes away from the classy lady who had tried to sit down beside her, and soppily strolls down the direction of her destination. Renae pushes herself past—fitted in her signature style of a soft fabric zip-hoodie and a dark leather jacket layered on top—determined to get through the swarm of bodies and make it back to her quiet house quickly. She wanders through Paris as if she's known it all her life now; the street of shops damp and dewy. Wind whistles through her raw ears as they heed the leftover rain that pitter-patters through gutters, down drain pipes and into the city grids.

The screeching, beeping of a pedestrian crossing makes a deafening echo as Renae and a huddle of rushing people cross the cobbled road, instantly zooming her back into focus of reality. Walking through the avenues of France you can smell dozens of different scents everywhere and anywhere. But Renae's favourite of all, she's come to realise, is the trace of a gingerbread man that runs past her. Every time, he calls out, and every time she ends up chasing him to Mr Baker's Bakery. Mmm, the bakery. This is where the baker she's come to know torments everybody with his luscious pies and pastries sitting on display in the window. And when he opens his huge oven door every day, religiously at 10:30, the whole road is filled with the most sensational smell of freshly baked bread rolls.

When her leg starts to vibrate, she reaches into her pocket and answers the person calling, "Hello."

"Ren, how come you're not home yet? You're going to be late."

"I'm on my way now Alice, and I've got half an hour yet. That's plenty of time to get ready."

"Well have you had any lunch yet? You can't go on an empty stomach your nerves will get the better of you."

Renae chuckles, "I'm not that nervous Al, I'll just eat an apple or something on the way there."

"An apple? Alright then, whatever suits you, I'm not going to argue with you on this important day now am I?"

"No, and I shouldn't think so," she teases as a smile plays at her lips and Renae rounds the corner. "Right, I'm round the corner now I'll be two minutes."

"Okay hun, see you in a minute. Bye."

"Bye!"

Renae was now in the neighborhood, the rush of the street of shops (as Renae and Alice call it) now gone, giving way to the open and tranquility of her housing estate. She loves her short over-the-phone conversations with Alice. They always play quite amusingly, and never fail to reveal their bond of trust, love and laughs.

She swings into the hallway of her home, and is almost immediately greeted with a "Hello!" coming from another unlocated room of the two-bed house, as usual. She shouts back a 'Hi!" and rushes upstairs, dodging another of her Aunty Alice's extremely energetic speeches that are supposed to be the best motivator out there. She changes into something a bit more formal, touching up her makeup as she passes the standing mirror, fills her faux leather bag with almost everything from her desk (just in case), picks up an apple and heads back out onto the street, where her taxi is conveniently waiting.

"Good luck!" Alice wails as she watches her niece drive straight into the fate of adulthood.

~~~~

*Ding-a-ling*

Renae steps through the old brown door and enters the café she hopes to call a workplace sometime soon. The space is fairly large considering its compact look from the outside, and it is so beautiful—everything the young photographer in the corner would need for his aesthetically pleasing Instagram page. She lets the soft, welcoming atmosphere envelop her whole as she strolls deeper into the intricate café, the warmth of brewing tea, the fresh scent of lavender, the ancient bookcase lining the wall, the smokey smell of lit candles, the dark brown wooden furniture, all making Renae feel as cozy as you can be in a Paris café. The building has an aged, withering feel, but the dozens of lush green plants dangling from ceiling to floor brought the life back into the room quickly; the pop of bright emerald managing to spark the creativity into any person who might pass through.

She finds her way to the counter, and politely addresses the waitress. "Hi, I'm here for a job interview with the owner. My name's Renae Cruzette, I rang a few days ago."

"Oh chéri, that would be me," the woman speaks in perfect English, but with a French roll to her tongue, "Come with me and we'll have a seat. Would you like some tea?"

"Green tea would be nice, thanks," Renae replies and finds a small round table for two to sit down.

"I'm Clemence Rosher—founder, owner—of this place, as you will already know."

Renae smiles and does a little laugh, "It's nice to meet you Clemence." The two shake hands as the bleach-blonde woman passes Renae a steaming mug of green tea, the teabag still left in of course.

"Yes and you are Renae Cruzette, you said?"

"Mhm." Renae was waiting for the traffic of questions to come along and preparing herself not to get stuck or lost in them, but they never did, and she finds herself feeling utterly relaxed with the welcoming woman before her.

"So, let's get down to business yes? Why are you here today?"

"I'm looking for a first job actually, and when I heard you were hiring it seemed perfect, because I don't live too far from here and I love baking every now and then, as well as being creative with coffee art. I'm quite the artistic person, you see."

"Good good. That's what I like to hear," Clemence looks into Renae's eyes and gives a shining bright smile, "So are you willing to give your all into this job? I need someone new, someone fresh who will put a part of their soul into my café. I need perseverance, a respectful and capable person. Why would I choose you?"

"I am all of those things and more Miss."

"Madame," she interrupts.

"Right, sorry Madame."

"Who always comes first in my business?"

"The customer does, always!" Renae eagerly answers after not understanding the question for a few seconds.

"Are you good with mathematics? Can you quickly count change?"

"Yes, I graded a nine in my GCSE when I lived in England."

"In England you say? I thought you had a different accent chéri!"

"Yeah I just recently moved here actually."

"Tell me a bit about that then. Why did you move, are you here permanently?" Clemence curiously asks.

"I think I'll be staying here for a good few years now until I have the money to move out and go back to Britain. I've always lived with my Aunty, ever since I was a baby. My parents have never been around, I don't even remember my mother's face, but my Aunty Alice got a promotion, so we had to move here."

"Oh chéri that must be terrible for you, not even knowing your parents!"

"It's fine really! I love Alice so much, she's always been there for me and I respect her with all my heart for deciding to take me in, but she never took the opportunity to become my mother. She's always been my aunty and kept the truth at bay about my parents."

"I see, so is she your true biological aunt then?"

"Yes! She's my father's sister."

"Oh she must be so very brave then, I admire her strength taking in just a child!"

"I do too. You know she is French as well, so it was a delight to her when the company said she'd be moving to their Paris branch. She took me in when she was just eighteen, and we both went to England so she could finish university. It was very stressful for her, and I am so greatful for her determination to not only provide a steady life for herself, but for a child that wasn't even her own too!"

*Snap*

"Yes she sounds like an amazing woman! So how old are you now then?"

"Seventeen."

*Snap*  The photographer guy's camera clicks away

"When would you be willing to start? I'd have to give you some training first of course, but it'd be nothing major."

"As soon as possible Clemence!"

"Okay then how about I give you a call next Monday when I'm ready for you to come down? I have meetings and all sorts until then."

*Snap*

*Snap*

"Perfect, thank you so much!"

"Oh no worries, I have great expectations of you," and she give Renae a wink as they stand and part ways, Renae not knowing yet that it'd be the last time she speaks to the friendly woman who owns a café.

*Snap*

~~~~

Five days later.

"Alice, she still hasn't rang me after three days!" Renae bursts as she storms into the kitchen. A series of transparent patio doors line the back wall of the completely white kitchen, the only colour of the room being the numbers of herbs scattered along the windowsills and the grey laminate flooring below. It reminds Renae of a hospital, and she would very much like to hand some paintings on the walls and colourful flowers, nevertheless it's still comfortable to be in when you've got Alice as company.

"She probably just forgot, don't stress," Alice reassures her.

"I saw her write it in her diary! And she definitely said that she was going to employ me. It's getting ridiculous! Even if she did change her mind about me, a little text to apologise wouldn't hurt!"

"I know, she shouldn't have left you hanging like that, that is very unprofessional," Alice speaks in such a wise, calming manner.

"I really would've liked that job as well," she says saddened now, "It would've met all my needs of a simple first job, but one that I would still enjoy and be easy to settle into."

"I know Ren, but you can't just sit here sulking about it, why don't you go back there and see what's going on with this woman—for your own sake at least."

"What if I make it more awkward though?"

"You won't. You're only going to politely ask when you're going to be set for some training, because you've got other things you need to attend and you can't keep having it delayed or being left in the dark."

"I suppose..."

"Come on, it's not fair on you that she's done this, so go and change out of that old hoodie and get down there standing loud and proud!"

"Okay, thanks Al," and Renae gives her understanding Aunty a bear hug, then rushes upstairs to prepare herself to face Clemence again.

~~~~

The moment she steps out of the front door, an ear-splitting ring starts to sound in Renae's earlobes and an eye-aching migraine begins to crawl into her mind. She should just brush it off, but not matter how hard she tries, Renae just can't shake the bad feeling that drops to the pit of her stomach and the butterflies that flutter up and get lodged in her throat. Renae steadies herself on the doorway for a second, closing her eyes to ease the pounding in her head. She takes a shaky breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, and pushes aside this feeling, ready to take on her plan of action.

Her taxi ride seems to drag on for hours in the stuffy, cramped backseat, the breeze of the day barely noticeable even with the car windows all open. The heat is almost unbearable. Renae can't understand if it's anxiety (which she's never experienced before), or an illness she's suddenly caught that's making her feel this way, but something isn't sitting right in her flesh and bones. Due to the long, unmoving queue of vehicles, Renae decides to just pay the taxi driver now and walk down the rest of the way where café stood stunningly at the end of the road.

She looks about her to see that everyone is busy trying to get to places, and as she strolls further down the street she notices that she's come to a hidden alleyway, "Millbreury Lane, hm." Given her situation and the want to avoid it completely, Renae roams down the alleyway of tall, old-fashioned buildings taking her time to observe her exquisite surroundings.

Right along the bottom of the attached buildings are stores, and they are magnificent to the eye: cafés sit with intricate metal tables and chairs outside; hanging baskets spread throughout are filled with the most colourful, delicate flowers; antique shops showcase their treasures in the wide window each store possesses; and the cobbled floor beneath glows and sparkles as the afternoon sun shines down on the moist puddles and excess rain.

*Chuchak*

Renae stands still. So impossibly still.

The beautiful antique alleyway seems to disappear around her in slow motion as Renae is sucked back into reality and her eyes are met with metal.

Thick, cold, silver-grey metal.

Pointed at her forehead, in-between her eyes, is a slick handgun. For a while she cannot see the person whose hand is slid around the trigger, nor the group of men accompanying them. For a while, it was just her and the weapon, playing a dangerous game in a little world of their own—the opponent not even alive but still taking the lead and winning the girl over completely. She cannot break her eyes away from the metal in front of her, and the hand-held violence cannot take its eyes off Renae.

She feels frozen in her place, barely able to breathe, as the gun wielder speaks, "Oh chéri," before smacking Renae over the side of her head with the loaded gun.

All soon went black.