#this venue was weird but look at that SCREEN!!

[ifancyharry]

what it is: YN is Harry’s personal assistant and she gets sick, but he’s playing Wembley

word count: 4k

The air is crisp and clean as YN steps out of her hotel into the streets of London, hurrying down the sidewalk as she scurries to the first pharmacy she can find. 

It’s 7.54 in the morning and she’s been awake for almost twenty-four hours. Not on purpose, obviously. And not on her boss’s orders either, despite having there been nights the team deemed important and she was required to pull an all nighter, but those were usually times of celebrations, either spent at an afterparty or waiting until midnight for Spotify to release the album everyone had been working hard on.

The air hurts her lungs as she stops to catch her breathing, the pounding behind her temples not dimming the slightest as she trespasses the sliding doors of the pharmacy, only intensifying with the bright artificial lights shining down on her from the ceiling.

She pulls her sunglasses out of the pocket of her sweatshirt and slides them over her eyes, relishing in the temporary relief washing over her sensitive eyes.

Her phone vibrates in her pocket and she pulls it out, grimacing at the name on the screen; it’s her boss, Harry, asking her what time she’s ready to leave for the venue. 

Once her turn comes, she quickly explains her symptoms to the pharmacist and just as quickly she pays for the medicine the pharmacist has taken out for her.

She walks out of the pharmacy and types back a short response to Harry, telling him she’s on her way to his room.

She hopes the medicine she has stuffed in her pocket will make her feel better, and she thinks as she’s making her way back to the hotel that she’ll ask Harry to stop along the way to grab a coffee, hoping it will soothe the tension behind her temples. There’s no way she can be sick when her boss is playing at Wembley for the first time.

…

Harry isn’t one to comment on other people’s appearances, his mum taught him that and it has stuck with him since he was a little kid, a sort of an unspoken rule out of kindness, and therefore he’s never asked if someone was sick because they weren’t wearing makeup or if someone had eaten a little more over the holidays.  He never considered other people’s looks something that concerned his range of business, but once he sees YN, he can’t help but wonder if she’s okay.

Her hair is tied in a messy braid, and there’s some strands falling out of it and in front of her eyes. She’s wearing a big love on tour sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants, but that isn’t particularly concerning, because he’s used to her comfy articles of clothing. 

What’s concerning is her face… and Harry already feels bad for thinking that, but she doesn’t look like herself. And Harry would know. Of course he would know, because he spends a lot of time looking at her face, especially when she’s not looking, most of the times when she’s reading a book next to him in a moment of rest or when she’s answering emails on Monday mornings. So… he knows her. He knows her skin looks paler than normal, and the circles under her eyes aren’t the same as that one time they partied all night after Harry won album of the year at the Grammys.

He wants to ask if she’s okay, because after a year of working together they have that kind of confidence, but he doesn’t want that to be the first thing he says to her, so he just smiles at her and welcomes her with a side hug and a good morning.

“Hi” she’s quick to greet back, and Harry notices even her voice sounds scruffier than usual.

“Are you ready to go?” She asks a second later.

“Yeah, yeah, the car’s down already?” He asks surprised. Sometimes it takes a while before the drivers find the hotel, and YN and Harry spend that time watching videos on youtube or talking about the day’s schedule.

YN shrugs but doesn’t say anything in response, which is weird to Harry because she’s usually really bright and energetic in the morning, and she’s really meticulous on top of everything: she never lets him wait without finding something to pass the time first.

“Let’s just stay until we don’t know for certain” he suggests.

She agrees with a nod of her head and she heads to his bed, sitting down on the end of it. It’s not uncommon for her, because she’s always in his space, and there have been times where they were forced to basically sleep in the same bed (one time YN fell asleep on his bed, and Harry was so in his song-writing-bubble he didn’t even realize until he was so tired he couldn’t keep his eyes open, so he slipped in next to her and literally passed out).

He still needs to tie his shoes, so he sits next to her and ties the laces of his ratted vans.

“How’d yeh sleep, pet?” He asks, because she’s freakishly quiet and it’s making him anxious. She’s never quiet, and with this being a stressful day already for Harry, every little thing that’s different from normal alerts him.

“Fine” she whispers, knuckling at her eyes, his question bringing back the awful memory of the night she spent tossing and turning in the scratchy hotel sheets, praying for a moment of solace every time she tried to breathe through her nose and failing.

“Me too…” he nods.

YN feels bad because she should be more engaging, but she really doesn’t have it in her to make small talk. 

Some time passes before the driver calls YN’s phone to tell her the van is here, shaking her awake. She remembers closing her eyes to rest them, and next thing she knows she’s sound asleep on her boss’s bed. She’d be a bit embarrassed if it wasn’t for how awful she feels already. 

“Crap! I fell asleep!” She exclaims once she hangs up the call. 

“Yeah” Harry says from next to her, still laying on his bed, “just fo’ like… fifteen minutes though” He’s playing on his phone, and YN pushes at his bicep, “we need to go, driver’s here”

She gets up from the bed and slips on her shoes, grabbing her work bag (it’s really a tote bag but she finds calling it work bag makes her waaaay more professional) from the floor next to the door.

“YN” she hears Harry clear his voice, and she turns around to look at him.

He’s still sitting on the bed, and he passes a hand through his hair before saying, “are yeh all right?” 

She closes her eyes in a furrow and tries not to wince when a sharp pain shoots behind her eyes with the movement, “yes, yes” she stresses, although not convinced.

“Are you sure? C’mon yeh can tell me!” 

“I’m fine, Harry” and despite her words, she sniffles, “maybe I have a cold or something…”

“You can take the day off if you need to, yeh know that” 

“No, there’s no way” she shakes her head swiftly, “no”. 

“YN…” he trails off.

“Harry, I told you I’m fine. I can work! Let’s just go, okay?” 

He sighs but does as she says, following her out of his room.

Harry isn’t a worrier. If someone from his team, or band whatsoever, says they can work, he at least presumes they’re mature enough to know the expanse of their limits. 

With YN, it’s different. He worries.

Not because he considers her immature, but she’s just… different. Ever since she started working for him as his assistant, he’s always looked out for her, despite being the one that didn’t want to hire her in the first place.

She’s young, she works a lot to prove herself to him, despite him telling her lots of times she doesn’t need to prove anything and she’s doing a great job as she is. 

She does unthinkable working hours, sometimes pulling all nighters, other times hurrying to his house in the middle of the night because he’s a little bit of a hypochondriac and she needs to check immediately what’s that new mole he has on his back (turns out it was a speck of dark chocolate that stuck onto his skin).

She’s soft and she always puts her job (him, actually) first, so he doesn’t really trust her to know her limits. If she’s sick she should rest. She should lay in bed and maybe eat a little soup and watch comfort movies tucked under the sheets, but he knows she won’t. And he knows he’s the reason behind that, because he’s playing at Wembley tonight, and she doesn’t want to cause trouble. Harry thinks she in no way could ever be described as trouble. 

And maybe, and he feels a little bit scared to admit this, he could postpone the show just by a couple hours, at least until he knows she’s resting at the hotel. but, she hurries into the van and pretends like she’s just got “a cold or something”, so Harry doesn’t question her further. 

He could just order her to take the day off, but he knows that would hurt her feelings, and he can imagine the look on her face, like a puppy being scolded, so he bites his tongue: there’s no way he could ever hurt her feelings.

…

YN has to stop a couple of times when she starts feeling dizzy on her feet. She shouldn’t run this much when she’s probably feverish, but there’s so much to do! She doesn’t trust to delegate, and not because she’s pretentious, but because she’s a control freak that needs to know how things are being handled, so she would only get much more frustrated and it would eventually just end up in her doing all the work anyway, increasing her fever undoubtedly. 

So, she chugs downs a lot of water and a lot of ibuprofen, taking deep breaths every time she starts feeling nauseous. She should probably inform Harry at least that she doesn’t feel good, so if anything were to happen he wouldn’t be too surprised, but she knows how he is; he would demand she stop immediately and go back to the hotel to rest, and she can’t allow that to happen. 

Wembley is the dream of a lifetime, and Harry sound checks every song two times before passing on to the next one. YN sits quietly in one of the seats, preparing Harry’s next instagram post on her phone. She handles all of his socials, because that’s what she was originally hired for. “A young set of eyes”, Jeff had defined her, and from then, her life had changed completely. 

Of course, she wasn’t aware she’d develop a crush on her boss at the time she was hired. She figured she’d be immune to his charm; she’s younger than him, much less experienced (in every aspect of her life), and hasn’t really seen anything yet, so she thought they’d just be too different to get along. Spending each second of the day together didn’t help, though, because it was then she got to know Harry for who he truly was, and with that, came the awareness of how many things he’d lived through and how many things he could teach her. How soft he was with her, how he would always drape a blanket over her when she accidentally fell asleep on his bed, and how he would tell her she looked pretty even after pulling an all nighter and probably looking like a raccoon. That’s just how he was.

And that’s why she values his dreams more than her health. She would never do anything that could harm him, so she shrugs off the dreadful feeling off her back and keeps working. 

…

“Hey” Harry plops down on the couch next to her, draping his arm on the backrest of the couch. If he’d stretched his fingers he could touch her shoulder, but he doesn’t just yet. He knows she still doesn’t feel good, he can see it in the way she’s hugging herself in the Love on tour hoodie she has on (probably one of his because their laundry always gets mixed up).

“Hi” she says softly, her voice much lower than it’d been the last time he saw her.

It’s closer to show time now, but he’s still not in his outfit. YN wonders if that’s the reason why he came in the dressing room in the first place.

“What are yeh doin’ hidin’ in here all alone?” 

“‘m not hiding!” She pouts, “jus’… resting” 

“Mh, yeah?” He hums, turning his head to look at her, “restin’ your ears? Are you tired of my music yet?” He jokes.

“Never!” She beams, swatting at his chest playfully.

He lets his arm fall down on her shoulder, and he tugs at her, squeezing her against his chest.

She breaths him in, and despite her stuffy nose, she can smell the faint scent of his fabric softener. Musk and lavender. It’s the same as hers.

 “I’m sorry I’ve been a bit of a pain lately…” he trails off, his mouth buried in her hair, “nothing to do with you… was jus’ nervous is all”

She squeezes his hoodie between her fingers to tug him closer, “I’m really proud of you. You’ll do great.”

“Thanks, pet” he grins, breaking away from the hug.

She sniffles and he looks between her eyes warily, “’s there anything you want to tell me before I go on stage?”

“Jus’ to kick ass” she giggles, aware that wasn’t what he was alluding at.

“Mmmh” he muses, getting up from the couch. He knew she’d be stubborn about this so he doesn’t pressure her.

“Hav’to start gettin’ ready” he clears his throat, heading towards the portable hanger YN set up in his dressing room.

He then proceeds to take off his hoodie and his tank top, leaving him shirtless before her.

She’s seen him in his underwear many times, but maybe it’s the fever, maybe it’s the crush on him that’s growing stronger everyday, but she feels her insides get warm at the sight. 

He tugs his sweats down his legs too, kicking them off his feet, and YN pretends to pick up her phone to respond to a message that definitely could have waited. 

He picks up the heart printed overalls he’d be wearing and tugs them over his legs, jumping a little in his place so they could fit over his bum.

Once he’s fully dressed, he looks over at YN and finds her looking at him already, her eyes a little droopy. He feels his heart tug in his chest at the sight. He wishes she’d let him help her. If he could he’d send her back to the hotel straight away, but he has to admit he’s selfishly relishing in the idea of having her here, looking at him perform. It makes him want to do even better than he always does. 

“All ready then” he smiles, dimples denting both his cheeks.

“Mmhh” she hums, getting up on her feet. She walks towards him and adjusts the neck of his shirt, petting it down.

“Good luck Harry” she smiles. He has to refrain himself from lowering his head down to kiss her, and he’s aware these thoughts are way too unprofessional of him, but he can’t help himself. Not when she’s looking at him like that.

“See ya after the show, pet”

…

“Harry!” Jeff pats down on his shoulders as soon as Harry runs backstage, “you just smashed it! Fuckin’ smashed it mate!”

Harry laughs with him out of politeness, but his mind is really on something else.

“Fuckin’ Wembley, Harry! Wembley’s Harry’s house!” Someone else shouts, and he thinks it’s Lloyd but he doesn’t really pay much attention to him. There’s someone missing from the crowd. YN. She’s nowhere to be found, and he’d really like to celebrate with her. She’s the one that should join in on the fun and get a little bit of praise too, because without her, harry doesn’t think he could’ve played Wembley.

Everything was going fine, and he saw her next to his mother standing in the private part of the pit, but then, when he came back after chatting with a couple of fans, she was gone. He wonders if she’s okay.

“Hey, Jeff” he clears his throat, hoping to be discreet with his tone of voice, “where’s YN?” 

“Oh…” he nods, “she wasn’t feeling proper good, so I sent her to your dressing room. I told her to get back to the hotel, but she refused to leave”

Harry nods and after a ‘thanks’ he hurries towards his dressing room, hoping to find her there.

Once he opens the door, the sight of YN sleeping on the couch crouched on herself makes his heart somersault in his chest.

“Hey, pet” he coos softly once he crouches down next to her.

He repeats the endearing greeting, and this time she stirs awake. YN brings one hand to knuckle at her eyes tiredly, and Harry frowns at the sight of her bloodshot eyes. He brings one hand to caress her cheek, but when he realizes how warm she is, he brings it up to her forehead. She’s burning hot. 

He immediately feels guilty. He should’ve sent her back to the hotel as soon as he realized she was sick, hell, he shouldn’t have let her leave his room that morning!

“Harry?” She asks timidly, her voice coming out scruffy. She gulps but flinches as the hurt in her throat doesn’t subside. 

“Yeah, ’s me” he whispers, moving the hair away from her face, “let’s go back to the hotel, okay?” 

“No Harry! The show! You can’t leave… the show! It’s wembley” she stresses, gripping his bicep tightly to refrain him from leaving her.

“Shh, shh” he shushes her, “calm down. ’s okay. The show was great. Everything was great” he coos, pressing his lips down her forehead and flinching from how hot it feels, “you did so great”.

She sniffles and: “great?” 

“Yeah” he nods, reassuring her, “let’s go now, okay?”

He helps her get up on her feet, and she stumbles a bit in her place. She grips the fabric of his overalls tightly between her fingers, and he lets her, hoping to be at least a little bit of comfort.

…

“How are you feelin’? What hurts?” He asks her once they reach his hotel room (he wanted to go back to hers, but couldn’t find her key and didn’t want to startle her too much).

“Everything” she pouts.

“I’m so sorry, darling” he sighs, ushering her inside his room.

She’s stable on her feet now, the little nap at the venue kind of helped a bit in soothing her, but still, everything hurts, and the thought of being in a hotel room and not at her own house bothers her.

She also doesn’t want Harry to look at her like this, all sweaty and red in the cheeks. She must look so embarrassing! 

“I’ll draw you a bath, how about that?” He proposes, not waiting for her response and heading directly towards the bathroom.

Now that he thinks about it, harry’s glad she’s in his room, because (being the Harry Styles) his room has a bathtub, whereas hers doesn’t. He also has lots of salt baths and bubbles to add to the water, courtesy of the hotel, and he adds everything he can to soothe her stuffed nose and make the bath as pleasing as possible.

She knocks on the door delicately, and he turns his head to look at her.

“Bath’s ready” he smiles gently, and he dips his index finger to test the temperature of the water, careful not to make it too hot to not aggravate her fever any more. 

Harry excuses himself from the bathroom, and tells her to give him a shout if she needs anything.

It’s a couple of minutes later when he hears her calling for him, her voice still lower than normal.

He knocks on the door and after he gets her consent he opens it, peeking his head inside. She’s laying in the bathtub, the water submerging her almost to her neck, and he’s aware she’s naked under, but the bubbles cover her body entirely.

“Are yeh all right?” He asks worriedly.

“Mhmh,” she hums, “jus… keep me company?” 

He’s happy she’s more responsive now, and he happily sits at her side, plopping down on the toilet seat next to the tub.

They sit in silence for a while, Harry’s aware he’s still in his fancy (and uncomfortable) show clothes, but he doesn’t care. He’s just happy to dote on her now as she’s been doing with him since she’s been hired.

“I can’t believe you played at wembley and I missed half of it” she says after a while, the water sloshing around her as she turns to look at him.

“There’s always next time” he grins at her playfully.

She throws a smile at him, “bet”.

His mouth opens in a sideway smile, his dimple indenting only one of his cheeks, and more seriously than he did before, he says “I wish you’d told me you weren’t feelin’ good”

“Didn’t want to spoil your day” she shrugs.

He wants to tell her she wouldn’t have spoiled it, that if she’d asked he would’ve postponed his show and crawled in bed with her, cuddling her until she felt better, even with the risk of getting himself sick too, he didn’t care. He would have done anything to make her feel good; but how can he tell her? How can he be honest about something like that without revealing another part of himself to her? He’s her boss. He’s older than her. And he doesn’t know if she feels the same way.

So, instead of making a complete fool out of himself, he ushers her out of the tub, passing her a towel without looking at her. He engulfs her in the bathrobe and ties it tight on her stomach, careful to have her bits covered completely by the fabric of the towel.

When he reaches his room, he takes out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers for her to sleep in, and he leave her to change in the bathroom.

While he waits for her to come out, he texts his mum if she could make that delicious soup she always prepared when he was sick, promising he wasn’t sick himself and that he’d explain in the morning. His mum answers a couple of minutes later with a thumbs up and a kissy face. 

He locks his phone and plugs it in the charger next to the bed, leaving it on the bedside table.

When YN comes out of the bathroom, she looks better already. Her cheeks aren’t as red and her eyes appear to be more rested, but, she still looks tired, and he smiles at her as he tugs the comforter down for her to slip in.

She curls up under the covers and waits for Harry to tuck her in, “comfortable?” He asks.

She nods with her cheek against the pillow, “just wish I was home” she whispers and the affirmation pains him.

“I’ve been overworking yah, haven’t I?” He sighs deeply, feeling extremely guilty. 

She’s quick to shake her head no, flinching when a sting of pain hits her temples with the movement. 

“Yes I have… you’ve been s’good” he smiles down at her.

“You’re a Wembley player now” she whispers, her eyes closing on her as she speaks, and Harry chuckles endeared at her. 

“Get some rest” he coos, but she’s already fallen in a deep sleep that will probably be tainted with a curly headed guy with green eyes and a pretty smile.

He fishes from inside her bag a tab of ibuprofen and, with a glass of water, he places them on the bedside table closer to her side, so, if she’d ever were to wake up in pain, she could take the medicine immediately. 

He takes the shortest shower he’s ever taken, quickly putting on his pajamas and brushing his teeth. Once he’s ready for bed, he slips in next to her, leaning down to press his lips on her forehead to check her temperature. She’s still warm, but the bath seemed to be of help, and probably the much needed sleep, too.

He thinks he’ll give her the rest of the month off. He owes it to her, so she can get back up on her feet and spend some time at home if she’d like. He takes a minute to wonder why hasn’t he ever given her more than a day of rest, and he doesn’t have to wonder too much, because he knows the answer already, one that is overbearing and too deep to even analyze after the day he’s had: he doesn’t want to be away from her that much time. It’s as simple as that. He’s fucked.

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[the-kr8tor]

Hi! I've just got back to ATSV and your Hobie fics made me felt like a school girl giggling to myself 😭🤍

I don't know if you still open for request but you may ignore if you feel uncomfortable!

I was thinking about long distance relationship with Hobie, maybe they met in some dating app ( I know this felt weird but like imagine him being bored and randomly download it for fun but then met the love of his life lol )

And one day Reader decided to surprise him on one of his concert 👀

Aww you're so sweet! Thank you so much! I hope you like this, sorry for the wait ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw blood, band au, FLUFF

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When your long distance partner said that he's in a band, you never expected that he's in one of those bands that plays in sold out venues. Granted that the concert also has other bands playing on the same day in different schedules, nonetheless his band is the one that's headlining the entire charity event. The venue is open air, trees lined around the park with dozens of booths selling merch, and overpriced burritos. At least the free water makes up for the expensive food and the long lines to the port-a-potty.

People are all dressed up for the event walk past you, they're in a complete ensemble, spikes, knee high boots, fishnets and hair that is taller than the luggage you're lugging around. It's safe to say that you stick out like a sore thumb in your comfortable airport clothes. If not then all the stares you're getting is because you have a huge bug on your face or something on your teeth. Maybe you should've gone with your original plan of waiting outside his houseboat like a creep.

You exhale, gathering your courage just like back when you were buying the plane ticket to Camdem. Clutching your bag tightly, you head off to the baggage lockers on the side to drop off your weekend bag before showing your concert ticket to the tired employee.

With a few flight delays on your belt, you were afraid that you'd miss his set. But lo and behold, the second you stepped foot inside, the loud booming speakers are announcing his band. You make your mad dash towards the front of the stage, excitement and trepidation fueling you while you practically squeeze yourself in between the growing crowd. After a few apologies to some people you've accidentally elbowed, you finally make it at the front with only a few bruises here and there. You don't care about the aches the second you see him appear from backstage.

Hobie, your long distance partner of two years and a half is finally in front of you. Well a few feet away from you as there's a bannister and a huge security guy guarding the fences. And yet, you haven't been this close to holding him. Signing up for a dating site wasn't your greatest moment but you're glad you did, if you hadn't, you might've not met the love of your life. You're also glad that his friends dared him into signing up, you feel incredibly lucky that the stars aligned for the two of you to meet.

His band waves to the crowd, faces you've come accustomed to whenever he brings you (his phone while you video call him) to band practices and hangouts throughout the years. Dare you say that they've become your friends too, if not for them encouraging you to finally buy that ticket to surprise Hobie, you wouldn't be standing here with your hands gripping tightly on the railings.

He looks amazing under the bright lights, the spotlight highlights all his best features. Clad in leather, spikes and metal, seeing him behind your phone screen doesn't prepare you for the real thing.

With stars in your eyes, you grin widely. Yet you don't call for him so you don't distract him. Instead, you listen to the first song as Hobie plays a familiar guitar riff. You unabashedly ogle him while you listen to the song you've personally seen the development of.

Sweaty, eyes strained to see him through the spotlight while your ears ring— you probably don't look your best while the crowd pushes the fences wildly. Maybe you should've thought this through, or at least wore something nicer.

Hobie still hasn't seen you amidst the crowd. Continuing to jump and somersault effortlessly around the stage while fans scream and screech his name out. You once again stick out like a sore thumb while you stay in place when everyone else is jumping up and down to the beat. Seeing the lone anomaly, Hobie shields his eyes from the lights to get a good look at the supposed disgruntled fan. He never expected to see your face, his heart feels like it stopped for a second, he tumbles towards a wire that trips him and in turn launches him towards a small amp that also trips him and makes him land flat on his face. If not for his quick reflexes, he might've broken his nose on stage.

The crowd makes an empathetic sound as silence spreads throughout the venue. Some reach out to him as if they would've caught him mid air, and you're one of those people. With a wince, you watch him sit up, trying his best to act cool while he's tangled around numerous wires. He looks silly and lovestruck at the same time when his eyes meet your own. Your name falls off his lips, eyes sparkling under the red spotlights.

You give him a small wave, smiling bashfully at the punk on stage. A stage hand helps him untangle himself while Ned helps back up on his feet. All the while, his eyes never left your form.

“Wanna take five, loverboy?” Ned whispers, patting his best mate on the back. “Fuckin' hell you're bleeding.” The crowd cheers as blood ebbs out.

Even with crimson flowing out of his nostril, pain ebbing through his face, he still manages to grin back at you. “Yeah, make that ten, Ned.” he clasps his hand on Ned's shoulder without leaving his eyes on you. You wink at him. “Better yet, make that twenty.”

Ned rolls his eyes, calling for the medics before gesturing towards you to come around backstage.

—

An organizer gives you a backstage pass, letting you roam around the performers area freely. You play with the lace as your nerves get the best of you. You kinda feel bad for being the cause of the delay, but when your darting eyes see his familiar silhouette, it all melts away.

“Can I get an autograph?” You say, standing under the medical tent while a paramedic tends to his bleeding nose. His head whips towards you so fast, you were afraid that he'd break his neck. “Hi, Hobie.”

A giddy grin spreads on his face, standing up from the plastic chair with tissue paper stuck up his nose. “Hello, love.”

You giggle, crossing the small distance, hands reaching to his sides, waiting for him to hold you. Hobie wraps his fingers gently around your wrists, pulling you close. Toe to toe, he guides your hands on his waist.

“You're taller than I expected.” You utter with fondness, fingers splayed over his shirt, eyes etching his face into the folds of your mind.

“You have legs, and feet attached to your legs.” He says nervously, biting his lip from grinning too widely. “You're as fit as I thought you would be.” Chortling, you pat his chest. Realizing that the tissue papers are still stuck up his nose, he yanks them away quickly, hiding it inside his back pocket as if nothing happened. “You surprised me.”

“That was very dignified of you, Hobs.”

Chuckling, he does what he always wanted to do; hide his face in the crook of your neck. “Was that a deal breaker?”

You scoff playfully, leaning into his touch as he embraces you fully, shyness melting off the both of you only to be replaced with affection. You do the same, face tucked on his neck. He smells like the perfume you sent him when he asked what perfume you always use. And in turn, you smell like his cologne he gifted you a week later.

“Nope, it actually made me more attracted to you.” You feel his knuckles trace circles around your back, nose pressed on your skin. “Sorry that I surprised you, and made you fall on your face in front of thousands of people.”

Hobie gives you a chaste kiss on your jaw before leaning away to cup your face. You feel like you're on cloud nine as he looks at you like you're everything to him.

“Nah, not even close to a thousand, lovie.” His thumb brushes along your cheeks, savoring your warmth like he always wanted to do. You smile, palms on his jacket lapels. “Y’know what's funny?”

“You landing flat on your face in front of hundreds of adoring fans?”

He pokes your side with a chuckle. “I'll never hear the end of that, huh?” You shake your head with a soft smile as he leans closer, you meet him halfway by pulling him by his jacket. “I bought a ticket to your place.” Your eyes widen, tearing up from his words. “I was supposed to fly after the concert and wait outside your flat like a bloody stalker.” Smiling, he closes the distance. “You beat me to it, love.”

“I won.” You kiss him just like how you imagined.

[cator99]

im not online like that any more but sometimes when I go to check in on friends via instagram a reel is thrown in front of my face and while I typically have the dignity to turn away ive grown enamored by 2 accounts that i now regularly look forward to seeing. One is a relatively normal-looking but seemingly-autistic 30-something woman from rural Russia who moved to Hollywood because it's always been her dream to be an american pop star (such delusions hit very close to home, what can I say)... she goes places alone dressed in what is almost a normal outfit but just looks... somehow very off..... behaves oddly... posts videos of herself that enrage people and make them beg her to take it down... favorites are ones where she seems genuinely excited to see people of other ethnicities... with captions such as "my face when I see cheese [sic] people!" and then her phone camera pans between her like "😊😁👍" and a group of chinese people literally just hanging out outside........ followed immediately by a video of her doing the same thing at some sort of small music venue with the caption "my face when I see black singer! 😍😁😄🙌"...... all of her other posts are her confidently singing badly, emulating the stunts american social media stars pull off but not having the swag to successfully do so herself so she's just kind of rolling around on the crosswalk in a wig getting in people's way lip synching to her beloved ariana grande, or green-screening in a background of like a public park and just standing there weirdly flipping her hair fake laughing and biting her lip with the caption "me when I hear ice cream sound" she's so dope some people have called her satire but I can tell she's a sincerely weird russian woman who thinks what she's doing is totally fire... the first video I saw was My Face When I See Black Singer and was so shocked but well now I understand. I think that sometimes we take for granted the beauty of black singers, or perhaps chinese people, and also ice cream sounds... and ariana grande– who is all 3

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Gnat Attack

Debut: Mario Paint

I love flies! Diptera is my favorite insect order! But the world as a whole does not love flies. Just look at Flyswatter. An entire genre of item that exists to try and kill flies! It would be nice if everyone could love flies while still being reasonably careful about the biting and disease-spreading one, but at least the prevalence of fly swatting means I get to talk about some Weird Mario Flies!

Fly is the most basic fly. I wouldn't want anything else for this role! A classic gray housefly who will land on your food and rub its hands together. One of the most charismatic fly behaviors! It looks like they're scheming, but they're really cleaning their hands when they do that! It would be nice if they did it before landing on your food, but they're not being rude on purpose... or are they?! (they are not. They are not smart enough to do that)

Fly does not have interesting behaviors and in fact cannot even attack the player, but the most interesting thing about it, to me, is their relationship with Munchers! If a Muncher is shaken enough in Super Mario Maker, flies will come out, and swatting them is the way to start the Gnat Attack minigame. But why here? Why Muncher? I guess it's because of the Venus Fly Trap inspiration, and compared to standard Piranha Plants, Munchers look more like they would catch bugs, rather than tear meat from bone. Perhaps this is rudely shaking out the Muncher's meal! That's not nice! And then the player most likely just wants to swat the fly. What a waste! At least eat it.

Big Fly is the first dangerous one, and can attack the hand that holds the flyswatter! What's it going to do? Spread pathogens? Suck blood? Fly into your eye and make you blink a lot? None of those things! It will fire Projectiles. Its shiny green exoskeleton brings to mind the green bottle fly, which does not have any Projectile Attacks as far as I know.

I don't know why, but Big Fly is the only one from the original game to not return in Super Mario Maker. Maybe its attack pattern didn't work well with the new control method? It DID feature in the pause menu, return in the WarioWare version of Gnat Attack, and even get to be on the title screen there! Maybe all that went to its head, and it started demanding too much. A rabbit carcass all to itself at the snack break area. That's just too much rabbit carcass! You're not too good to eat at the same rabbit carcass as the rest of us!

Fly Parent is my favorite one! For many reasons! This is not Fly Mother. This is a non-binary parent birthing insects out the wazoo! Representation Win! I'm glad it's yellow, because that reminds me of hoverflies, my very favorite flies! The sweet little slurpers who just want to drink nectar, and mimic bees and wasps for protection! As babies, though, they are voracious predators, and Fly Parent differs in this regard.

Instead of larvae, Fly Parent gives birth directly to Fly Children! These have the most basic fly design possible, but their circumstances are interesting enough to compensate! I assume you know that flies, as with many insects, hatch from an egg as a larva, then later become a pupa, and finally emerge as a winged adult. Fly Children, however, appear to be these very winged adults, and also look nothing like Fly Parent! There are a few possible explanations.

One: Fly Parent is artificial. Its abdomen is bizarrely shaped, and honestly rather artificial-looking. It is not a true fly, but a transport for a fleet of real, tiny flies.

Two: Fly Parent is PARTLY artificial. It has an artificial womb to raise young in, allowing them to undergo complete metamorphosis inside, feeding the larvae with mechanical bug milk. As for the children being so small... they're premature? I don't know!

Three: Fly Parent is an adoptive parent to the Fly Children, and has a great relationship with its countless adult children of a different species.

I think any of these is a pretty great option! I'd be happy with any of them being confirmed if Nintendo ever does a Reddit AMA to answer Mario lore questions!

Fly Bomb is what it looks and sounds like. A fly, that is a bomb! A Bob-omb, specifically, since this is Mario. I always get a kick of how this style and color of eye often denotes a bomb in this franchise. There are ants and termites that are able to explode and sacrifice themselves for their colonies, so maybe if there were eusocial flies, Fly Bomb could become real! Hopefully it would be spherical with a string fuse, too! Bob-omb is a flawless design, and it has even fewer flaws when it is also a fly. I think, lore-wise, this could have been the creature to inspire the creation of Bob-ombs in the first place!

Finally is King Watinga! The big bad robotic fly who is like, leader of the flies or something? I don't know. I don't think this entire insect order has a single leader, between you and me. But someone made a robotic fly and it's mean. King Watinga is capable of spawning Fly Children, which I think backs up the Artificial Fly Parent theory! I don't care much for his design, but it is so silly for there to be a Boss of the flies, a Mastermind behind a mildly annoying buzzing. It's an organized thing! Also, I don't know why he is named King Watinga. Watinga is a last name most common in Papua New Guinea, and I have no idea why a robobug is named it! Does anyone know? Will anyone tell me? Please? Thank you

[hcsarchive]

BOXER V

Nct Dream J line + Haechan x f!reader

Warning

Swearing | Violence | guns | oral (m-receiving) | Haechan gets crazier | reader gets thrown a lot | crying | topics of stalking | everything is consensual and fictional | let me know if i missed any!

written August 20th

Past parts

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The drive to the venue was tense, but only for you. Haechan was on his ipad flipping through security system and making phone calls. You try to look outside the window to keep yourself entertained for the car ride but the security guards kept blocking your view from the window thinking you were planning on escaping. "She can look out the window she is going to be monitored more than normal after this anyway" he fixes his tie and sends you a death stare.

You scrunch your face at him in confusion but also in disgust. "Can I at least get water, I'm getting car sick" the other bodyguard sitting next to Haechan was about to hand you one but he waits for his approval. Haechan nods and the man hands it to you.

Around an hour passes and you finally see familiar buildings, it’s your city!! You smile because you have not been outside or in your city in so long. You want to stop at your favorite cafe but there is no way Haechan will stop for you, and you do not know if it’ll cause trouble.

"You want to stop for something" he says

"I do but I don't want to go out like this" you look down at your dress.

"Park at the next light to the right" Haechan bends to the driver's space and opens the glass window divider.

You are left with even more confusion "How do you kno-" you shut up because you already know he has stalked every little detail that is posted about you on the internet. The instagram highlight of your cafe pictures gives it away.

You get out of the car "I'm starting to think you have been planning to kidnap me instead of me serving my punishment for 'breaking in' which is still weird to me" Haechan pins you against the side of the car "Shut your pretty little mouth- why would you say that shit out here. Behave" he takes your hand and walks into your favorite shop.

"y/n" one of your favorite workers screams with excitement "girlie what- where have you been. I missed you" she says.

"Decided to take a break and be out of town for a bit" you smile at her.

"Well you look great and glad you took that break up well. I see you got a new man" she is smiling ear to ear at you, as you are panicking.

"How did you know about that" you tap away on the ordering screen and your hand begins to shake. "Here i'll order for you" Haechan takes over and you bring your attention to the worker.

"Well Sunwoo would only come here with you and he keeps coming here alone moping and talking about you. He also told me you guys broke up which is a bummer" you are left speechless at the girl’s words.

"He still comes here?- I showed him this place" you whisper the last part. Your first date with Sunwoo was here as well.

"Yeah, I have to go make more orders sorry- but it was great seeing you again" she smiles taking all the stickers off of the machine.

"Same here, can you do me a favor and not mention to Sunwoo that I am in town or that I came in here at all" tears start to form.

"Yeah no worries" she hands you your drinks and you realized Haechan ordered your regular exactly how you like it.

You walk out and tell Haechan "Thank you" you dont want to cry, your makeup will get ruined and you are about to enter a car filled with emotionless men.

"Can I get some alone time once we arrive please" you tell Haechan before he opens the door. He was getting jealous of the sound of your ex boyfriend but now that he sees you broken by what the barista said his expression softens.

"yeah, sit next to me. Don't cry baby" he put his hand behind your back and holds your drink when you get in. You grab your drink and Haechan takes the bodyguards seat as he moves to the back.

Your silent sniffles are heard every once in a while "I shouldn't have taken you there. I am sorry" Haechan says. You don't respond to him but you hold his hand. Your drink is in the cupboard, you do not want the taste to bring back the memories.

"He is not allowed inside the building for today anyway" Haechan squeezes your hand. You wish Haechan was like this more often but you know this won't last.

The van comes to a stop and it is the back of the building. Haechan gets off and helps you step down on the gravel road. “Follow closely because you can’t go past these doors without a fingerprint or face” he starts to quicken his pace while also keeping you balanced.

After many doors and security checks you’re in the hallway you were in not too long ago. “Let’s go to my office” you frown at his words.

“Can we go see Jeno and Jaemin train?” he rolls his eyes knowing that is the reason why he brought you. “Go with them, I’ll be in my office” Haechan send you with his body guards and the other two walk with him.

You follow them and you start to hear the music. Jaemin is sitting monitoring Jeno. They’re both drenched in sweat but you still come up and hug Jaemin from the back. “Y/n you made it” Jaemin turns to you and Jeno sits down next to Jaemin.

“How was the car ride, you look teary eyed” Jaemin scans your whole face over and over again. Then your body “he didn’t harm you right?” Jeno joins in very concerned.

“No he was actually sweet this time. It has to do with my past boyfriend” you calmed both down.

“If it makes you feel any better, she’s shooting asteroids and arrows at you because she’s been trying to get with Haechan for years but she can’t even get a hug out of him” Jeno responds.

“Well i am not mad at her. She probably had no idea about me, i am more upset about Sunwoo” you sigh “but today isn’t about me- go practice i want to see you guys” they both get up and start warming up.

Jaemin and Jeno start throwing punches and dodging them like crazy. They are both too good that they can't beat each other. something hits the back of your knees and you turn around to Haechan rolling a chair for you. "Enjoying the view of sweaty men play fighting" he hands you your drink you left behind.

"I sure do, thanks" you spin your chair to face him. "You are popular all the girlies are looking at you" you lightly smack his arm at him as he spins you to face them.

"I don't allow them to even lay a finger on me. You should feel special” He turns you back to him.

"I expected you to sleep with all of them by the way you treat me" you giggle at him.

"No, but Jaemin has" your smile drops at his response.

"Oh" you sip your drink.

"Jeno too- sometimes Mark and Chenle but they have better options since they have more free time and these boyfriends don't leave this building" Haechan turns you back to them.

"I didn't crush your dream did I?" he leans and whispers into your ear.

"I do not want to commit to anyone anymore" you lie- you want to be treasured and loved. Jaemin seemed like the type but you guessed so wrong. Haechan is the one that sticks to one girl and will not give up. At least that is what you assume he is doing with you but he does not treat you as sweet as Jaemin does but I guess because he has his ways and games.

"Shut up" is all you can come up with.

"When you get bored just let the guards know you want to leave. Wear this wristband they will know who you are" he opens the wristband and picks up your hand.

"I'll just go now. I am scared to go back without you" you stand up and smiles at you.

"I'll see you guys later" you scream out and Jaemin has Jeno flat on the ground.

"Bye y/n" Jaemin smiles and Jeno tries his best to wave.

"Be gentle" you tell Jaemin and he takes off his hand off of Jeno's head to throw a thumbs up. You laugh at them "such an annoying laugh" a girls voice was heard passing.

Your cheeks turn red of embarrassment and you stop laughing. Haechan is waiting for you at the door and you catch to him. "What's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing" you fake smile because knowing him, he will make a scene. You grab his hand once you step into the hallway. "Are you really scared of these hallways?" he chuckles.

"I am! everything is the same color and there is no decorations plus you never know what will pop up. The lighting also makes it look like a futuristic science lab" you look around. "You should at least add art pieces”

"I can't because if anyone trespasses they will remember which door or hallway they are looking for. The doors have brailled numbers in hidden spots except my office which has multiple levels of security" he explains which you find hot. He is a lot more attractive to you when he does not try to be. You try not to show any emotion on what you are thinking but you start to smile like an idiot.

He opens the door and scans his face and thumb to unlock the elevator. You stand on the opposite side of the elevator and you cannot stop looking at him. Your eyes travel up and down as he loosens his tie while he swipes on his phone.

The elevator stops and opens up. Haechan walks out first and opens another set of doors. You follow him and he suddenly stops and turns to you. You are confused but then he sets his hands on your hips.

"What was so interesting" he gets closer.

The comment he made about Jaemin made you less delusional so doing things with Haechan is even more tempting. "I can show you" you move away from him to the couch. You pat a space on the couch and he sits there. You kick your heels off and hug his waist with your thighs.

"I just like it when you get all serious" you fix his collar and he lays his head back. "and the way you are dressed" your hands runs down his button down and stops at the blazer's button. His tie is loosely on his neck now and you pull it so his face is closer to yours.

"You don't think you’re driving crazy by the way you look in this dress" Haechan finally lays his hands on you and his lips get closer to yours. "I want you to be in a good mood all the time" you pull him closer to you to the point where your chests are squished together.

"Well behave and only pay attention to me- then you’ll have this" you can feel his heartbeat.

"But I don't know which one I like best because this Haechan is taking forever to do something" you pull the back of his hair.

“Guess you found the on switch” Haechan’s voice depends and his lips meet yours. The kiss becomes even more heated and whimpers starts coming out of your mouth when he starts kissing your weak spots.

“Guess this was more important than me fighting. Thought you wanted to come see me” Jaemin startles you when he appears out of no where.

“Jaemin i- i- i did come to see you” heachan doesn’t stop even if you’re attempting to take him away. “I just felt uncomfortable there” your heart hurts seeing him hurt because you can tell all his emotions in those eyes.

“Well you look pretty comfortable now. Guess i’ll get going” he mumbles. You take Haechan off of you and stand up to follow him.

You almost catch up to him until you’re pulled back by your hair. “My pretty princess can’t escape her castle. Leave joker boy to practice” Haechan’s possessiveness begins again.

“Stop” you grab his wrist but he pulls you to the couch. “Was everything you said earlier a lie? just so you can get your panties wet. You’re such a whore you can’t last a whole day without being touched” his other hand grabs a pillow.

“Ride this pillow let’s see if my little bunny can let out all the heat instead of hoping onto all of my friends” he still holds your hair up as you’re positioning yourself. “aren’t you ashamed” Haechan unties the top’s bow of the dress to expose your chest.

“I don’t want to do this right now. Haechan please” your tears begin to stream down your face. Part of you loves his possessiveness and hair pulling but riding a pillow in front of him is so humiliating.

You wipe your tears and thank whoever made your setting spray. Your hips start to move and your eyes don’t leave his but his eyes move up and down.

Trying your best to seem unbothered and make him even more mad. He is enjoying it instead. You get a good angle and begin speed up. Your hand grips the couch and he pulls your hair even more. “You are so pathetic you probably do this when you’re alone” Haechan slaps your bare chest. “Cover yourself I have work to do” he lets go of you and you stop.

and he is back…

You throw the pillow that is soaked by your juices and throw it at him. “You’re lucky i barely got started” you tie the front of your dress and plop yourself on the couch.

Haechan licks the pillow “Doesn’t seem like it” he smirks and walks to his desk. “Whatever” you whisper.

You stare at the security footage hung up above, Haechan turns them off shortly. “You aren’t allowed to see that” you groan.

You stay in that position and groan.

“I’ll take a nap in the couch then. Wake me up in two hours so i can retouch my makeup” you lay down.

“There’s a room over there where you can sleep. Pretty sure no one is in any of them. Just go around the corner and on your left there’s four rooms. Just don’t go on the one with the red door, that one is mine” Haechan is still busy typing and flipping away.

You open the pink door since you like pink! “Oh i’m sorry i was told no one would be here” Jaemin was sitting on the couch eating.

“It’s fine you. Did Haechan abandoned you so quick” Jaemin scoffed not even turning to you.

“I’ll try another room” you try to step back to the door way but he walks towards you.

“I can’t stay mad at you, please stay. Jisung is probably in the next one- so lay here with me” Jaemin opens up his pleading sparkly eyes.

“You’re the one that’s supposed to be relaxing, i’ll lay in couch in the office” you tell him.

“No we’ll both take a nap” he is already showered and changed for his match.

“Fine” you lay down but face away from him. You feel more safe taking a nap in his presence than Haechan’s but you’re now filled with energy.

Jaemin gets closer to you and hugs you from the back, the match doesn’t start til 3am.

“Why did you leave? I thought you came here for me” he snuggles his face into your shoulder. “Do you even like it when he touches you?” he sets a kiss on your collarbone and stays in the position. You feel Jaemin’s breath against your neck.

“I did and it’s complicated. Plus I don’t feel too special supporting since you have your personal cheerleaders ready for you whenever you want” you try to get the truth out of Jaemin but who knows how many lies come out of Haechan’s mouth.

“Haechan keeps gaslighting you. I’ve only been with three why are you jealous?” Jaemin takes one hand off of you and sits up.

“Well it’s not normal for a guy to treat me this way. I also don’t get why i’m being used as a doll to a rich gang leader but somehow you confuse me the most. You don’t have to be like this if you want something out of it just tell me so i can stop jumping into conclusions” you’re almost into tears looking up at Jaemin.

“I want you-“ Jaemin gets cut off by Haechan opening the door.

Now you don’t know if he didn’t finish his sentence or he actually meant what he said.

“y/n out” Haechan says and you listen. He doesn’t follow you out, he closes the door angry.

Yelling starts to rise and you run out to get one of the boys. The elevator opens and you ask a security guard for the training room.

Jeno is resting against the rink talking to the girls. “Jeno it’s Jaemin and Haechan hurry” he knew exactly what you meant.

You take off your heels and run with him. You get on the elevator heavily breathing while Jeno is perfectly fine. “They are just yelling I am just scared things will get worse” you follow him to the room.

Jaemin and Haechan still yelling but both look untouched. “What you went to get another” Haechan stops and turns to you “Don’t forget the rest” your jaw opens.

“I don’t get you- first you’re all nice and then possessive. now you’re shaming me?” you take a deep breath. “We haven’t done anything” you yell

“Jaemin fucked the same girl your boyfriend did. guess they both have similar taste in women. You really need to a reality check, you’re only here because you opened a stupid door and i haven’t fucked anyone in a while. I’ve also found the best target which was you” Haechan pointed at you.

“I knew the little show girl was fucking Jaemin and your boyfriend. She would talk about him and bring him around and i would just overhear…Jeno only knew about you because he has been stalking your socials. The only thing I did was just connect the dots. I wanted to experiment with you and help my poor thing. I knew someone like you would fall for something this stupid” Haechan walks around the room while your watery eyes follow him.

“wha- wha- what” you try not to break into tears.

“Can’t believe none of you caught on? or even take advantage of this opportunity. Since when have I done this stupid security watch, i just kill them” Haechan laughs evilly.

You breakdown crying. This has to be some sick joke, your own life was paused over some experiment. You’re becoming even more angry “Than fucking kill me” you hit his chest “you made me stop studying, working, and leave my friends at an emotional time just to use me as a joke” every word you would say, tears will come out.

“I am not the best person in the fucking planet but I do not deserve to be some paper doll a rich pathetic loser throws around whenever he pleases that hasn’t been fucked in years who decides to kidnap someone who have they’ve been stalking. You’re trying to put Jeno under the bus for being a stalker but you are the actual lunatic” you’re turning hot and losing air.

“y/n it’s ok, let’s get some air” Jaemin tried to go towards you but you step away.

You’re now sobbing completely “I have an offer because this isn’t over” Haechan sits down and taps the table like he is casually waiting for his wine to be poured.

“I cant do this right now” You’re rubbing your face not caring how your makeup looks. You walked out but the doors to leave his office were locked.

Jeno and Jaemin are left in shock while you’re still crying trying to leave but Haechan locked it. You try to sob softly while kneeling hunched on the cold floor.

"Stand up" Haechan raises his voice.

"Haechan" Jeno and Jaemin say at the same time.

Haechan grabs you by the back of your dress and pulls you to the carpet. The marble floors are so clean that your lotioned knees just slide to where he is pulling you. He pulled you so hard that the front of the dress ripped open. You try your best to cover up while also trying not to cry even more.

They have seen you cry so much to the point where it is so embarrassing how weak and sensitive you are. Jaemin gives you a pillow to cover yourself and picks you up to set you down on the couch. Haechan walks back and forth in front of you.

“You were not careful with reading the contract sweetheart” Haechan hovers over you and reads the contract “…once you have passed the first phase. you will have to complete three years of service to my corporation as I please” more tears roll down.

Haechan has planned this after years of being used by his ex girlfriend. He doesn’t care about you or your future at least not right now. All he cares about is you obeying him.

“I have a life Haechan. Outside of this is my whole life- I put it all on hold for this stupid game you’re playing and now you want me for three years” you start hitting his chest with your palms.

“I got cheated on, failed my classes for missing, lost my scholarship, my job, probably my friends, and all that just so you can get dick pumped? You’re pathetic and why me” you punch him one more time before sobbing into his chest “why, why, why- i will never forgive you for this. I want to go home”

Haechan holds you for a while but he then grabs you by the neck. “You’re such a smart and pretty girl. I’ve been watching you since I saw you at the pink matter festival that Jeno insisted to go to because of you” you try to get out of his grip but he knees your cunt.

“You were next door to my suite, filming your little videos in the hot tub thinking no one was there. I followed you into the festival and after that i’ve been observing closely. Closer than Jeno has because he was a floor bellow us” Haechan let’s go of your throat and you gasp for air.

You accepted defeat you can’t deny being stalked by someone like him is not scaring you but making you heat up. His knee sinks deeper into your core and scrunches your dress up. “How closely” you try to ignore what he is doing.

“I know your schedule, what you get at gas stations on a random night, i’ve been looking through the crowd in bars you visit every thursday night on your only half day off. I have more power than you think so you can’t hide from me” Haechan straightens up.

“Jeno you want to taste her as a pre match gift” Jaemin scoffs at Haechan’s offer. “I know you’ve been drooling over her for so long and jerking off to her sweet screams through the walls” Jeno doesn’t move or say anything at Haechan.

Jaemin is fuming because he can’t get even a inch close to you in front Haechan. Jeno looks at Jaemin and then at Haechan. “I don’t know if this is a trick or not” Jeno says mumbling.

“I’m not doing anything” you cry even more.

“Get the fuck up and go” Haechan grabs your hair and throw you at Jeno.

Your limp body is held up by Jeno who’s really scared and confused. “She doesn’t want to so J don’t want to either” Jeno says.

“If you don’t take her in that room. I’m fucking her in front of you with your hands tied” Haechan crosses his hands.

Jeno takes you into his waiting room.

“You don’t have to do this because Haechan told you to”

“Don’t take things personal but I don’t. At least not right now. I umm will make it for you later” you hug him.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. I may be stronger but he has more power verbally” Jeno says rubbing your back.

The door suddenly opens and they both come in.

“What a fucking coward he hasn’t even undressed her. I would’ve had you propped against the bed frame” Haechan scoffs.

“He was being respectful” you put a hand on Jeno’s chest. “She doesn’t like it like that” Haechan yanks you off of Jeno and takes off your dress.

“Not here Haechan please. I’ll do what you want but not in front of them” you are trying to get out of his grip but he is pushing you back into his chest.

You try to take his hands off of you but Haechan’s grip is stronger than yours. He is pinning your arms back “don’t make me recreate what i did to you the first day you were in here” Haechan whispers into your ear.

“Let go” Jeno says

“Just leave her before you’re thrown in the middle of the rink and it’ll become a 2v1 match” Jeno spits on Haechan’s shoes.

“Take her to the VIP box. I better see her up there” Jaemin pushes Haechan’s head back harshly and they both leave.

Watching Haechan become powerless when Jeno and Jaemin team up against him makes both of them so hot but also seeing how pathetic Haechan looks.

“Get up” you get up and Haechan shoves his faces into yours “You better not cry like that again or i’ll give you something to cry about” he pulls you by the arm through the hall way. You’re stumbling trying to keep up still barefoot.

“Can we slow down please” you try to stand your ground but his grip of you just yanks you into two feet in the air.

“Shut the fuck up” he stops to grab you by the waist and throws you against his shoulder. He smacks your ass, leaving a stinging feeling.

He opens the door with his thumb and face as usual. Then the security guards come from the door next to the VIP room and stand in front of it.

Jisung comes out shortly and enters. “You makes things so complicated. You’re lucky he’s here” Haechan whispers into your ear as he sets you down on the couch.

“Hi Jisung” you smile at him.

“Hey” he says not looking away from his laptop screen.

“The match is about to start, go sit in the balcony so Jaemin can see you” you don’t take his anger much into thought because you are out of energy.

The balcony has thick glass which you’re assuming is bullet proof glass. You can see the rink perfectly and the audience is about as full as last time you were in the crowd.

You sit in the couch but you start to become sleepy. Your eyelids are fighting with you but you try your best to keep them open for Jeno and Jaemin’s match.

AFTER THE MATCH

Haechan woke you up before Jeno and Jaemin went up. It was too painful to watch but you are on the edge of your seat hoping for them to not get hurt.

One bloody nose, another with a busted cheek and two slowen lips later. Jaemin wins just by getting the last punch in.

Being the bestfriends that they’re, Jaemin helps Jeno up and wipes the blood off of his nose with his towel. They both hold the trophy and the crowd goes wild. You cheer from the distance and jump in victory even though you would’ve been happy with either one winning.

“Ok fun is over, get in the car with Jisung to go home. We have work to do” Haechan pushes you back into the room and Jisung is at the door already holding it open for you.

“Yeah right. Whatever it’s not like we are dating” you scoff at him but Haechan’s cocky expression slowly drops down to very very hurt one.

You realize what you said hurt him but it only set another boundary down. You get out of the room and Jisung runs after you.

“Y/N why would you say that to him” Jisung looks all stressed trying to catch up to your speed walk.

“Well it’s true isn’t it?” you follow the security guards and Jisung.

Once you guys get to the house, jisung unlocks the door and lets you in. “Don’t try to leave the house, I’m going out” Jisung closes the door before you even get to process what he said.

You walk in and just go to your room. You’re undressing yourself and decide to take a morning a shower instead so you change into a tank top and fresh underwear.

Your sleepiness goes away as soon as you lay down on your bed. Haechan basically grounded you by taking your phone and electronic so you lay humming a random song.

Your thoughts wander away from the song and to the feeling of Haechan’s hands feeling all around you. His sweet but demanding voice driving you crazy every time he gets possessive. You should be mad at him but accepting defeat over some dumb contract.

Jeno’s puppy dog eyes basically crying over your presence…and Jaemin

His lips

deep voice

how sweet and protective he is

imagining him telling you sweet things as he filling you up so good- your hand moves past your waist band finding the sweet spot.

You still have his scent in your nose, the way he looked at you today has you thrusting into your own fingers as you’re having flashbacks to the grunts and panting Jaemin was doing while boxing.

Reaching over for your toys he specifically brought for you. You imagine the pink silicone toy is his tongue. His soft black hair tickling your thighs.

“Y/N i’m back i brought-“ Jisung’s eyes fall in between your your legs “us food” you throw what you have in your hand and cover yourself.

“I thought you were going out” you yell.

“I umm was, I didn’t say all night” Jisung avoids eye contact. “I’ll actually leave your portion in the kitchen. I’ll be in my room” Jisung was trying to be nice and get out of his shell to become your friend. He knew he was going to be in charge of you tonight so he got food for the two of you.

Jisung leaves and you leap for the tiny robot moving around the carpet. You wash your hands and put pants on. You thought he would be gone but he’s still getting his plate.

“Im sorry, I didn’t mean to make that whole thing happen and I umm don’t have a lock. I was too stuck in my thoughts think I would be alert but you took like what 15 minutes which is stupid because we could’ve gone to pick it up before we got home-“ Jisung cuts off your rambling

“I wanted to surprise you with your favorite take out” Jisung pushes the bag towards you.

“Omg you didn’t have to! wait how do you know” you let go of the bag.

“Haechan” Jisung says.

“Oh” you say.

“I am going to my room” Jisung speed walks to his room with his food. Slamming the door and getting upset that his plan failed.

He finishes his food and brings the plate back to the kitchen. You see him sit next to you the bar stools.

“What were you thinking of earlier” Jisung’s question catches you off guard.

“Nothing” you stab your broccoli in circles.

“Would you ever think of me that way” his dark eyes are so innocent but so dangerous looking.

You don’t say anything but look at him. “I knew it” Jisung sighs.

“I didn’t answer yet” you say holding his hand. “I have” you regret saying it but he has been more intriguing than everyone else beside Jaemin and Haechan.

You don’t regret saying it because he’ll expect you to do something, you’re scared because you have to worry about another person catching you. “Can it be our little secret” you hold his other hand and you can feel Jisung’s hand shake underneath. He hasn’t done anything to you- Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin have

“yee-ss it umm…can be” Jisung didn’t think he’ll get this far due to his friends getting more attention while he stands in the back trying not to take up too much space.

“How big is this secret” your hand goes down to his thigh and inching closer to his imprint. “y/n” Jisung says looking down to your hand, his hair is covering his facial expressions.

“hmm” you run your thumb on top of it. “I’m scared” he grabs your arm.

“Scared of me?” you start to feel guilty.

“No-“ he gets up from his chair “Haechan, Jeno, Jaemin, and what would the rest think of me. Or they might think you’re for everyone. I can’t-“ you corner Jisung against the wall.

“Jisung they aren’t here right now and you know there’s no cameras here since you’re always in that security room. Like I said it can be our little secret” you are on your tippy toes keeping his wrist against the wall.

Your grip release his wrist and you lift up his shirt. His nipples are at your eye level. Your lips hover around his left bud and you suck on it as you’re flicking the right one with your fingers.

Jisung let’s out a moan and his deep voice sends goosebumps all around your skin. You pull him to the couch to sit on his lap.

He takes off his shirt completely, he leans back onto the couch. “Can I kiss you” Jisung asks.

“Not on the lips” you start kissing his neck and down his torso. You get off of him and kneel on the floor, between his legs.

He’s already hard “Can I” your fingers already touching his waistband.

“I’ve never done anything” Jisung whispers.

“I’ll go slow, if anything just yell stop” you pull them down slowly releasing his very long hard veiny cock. Your mouth waters because you’ve never seen it this big, I guess height has to do with it.

Jisung covers his face but you take his arm off “I want to see you” his cheeks turn pink then red as you lick from the base to his tip. Your tongue swirls around tasting the pre cum coming out, the more you hover your mouth- the more he whimpers.

His soft whimpers makes you want to tease him more but seeing how desperate and hard he is- you just don’t have the heart to do it. You begin to pump with your hands and suck on his tip.

Jisung moans out your name in a whisper. “Haechan is going to kill me” he begins to tug on his hair but you take him all in, making him forget about what will happen if we get caught “but it feels so good” his head is tilt back on the couch.

You bob your head faster, making you drool all over. It doesn’t take too long for him to reach his high. Jisung’s large hands find their way to your hair and you get a pulling sensation causing you to moan on his cock.

“y/n” he whimpers “i’m about to” he pulls your hair to get you off of his dick but you grab it and stick out your tongue to swallow the thick warm liquid.

“That was” Jisung tries not to grin ear to ear.

“You’re the biggest one i’ve seen” you wipe your chin and look up at him as he dresses himself again.

“Oh” Jisung is in shock not knowing what to say. You sit next to him and your eyes are focused on his face “You’re so pretty” his apple shaped lips curl up to a smile.

“You don’t have to say that” Jisung tries to contain his happiness over that compliment. He normally isn’t receiving compliments.

“It’s true though” you lay down on the couch and his face shows up hovering over you.

“You’re more” he smiles at you. Now the both of you are giggling at eachother.

Jisung’s phone rings and his smile drops “It’s Haechan. y/n i think he knows” he panics.

“Jisung just answer we are both dressed and in the living room. It’s fine” you answer the facetime call from the phone you snatched from him.

“What do you want” you answer still mad at him.

“Just checking how things are and make sure you aren’t acting up” Haechan says from what it seems to be his office.

“Anything else” you answer back in a monotone voice.

“Why didn’t Jisung answer the phone” Haechan knitts his eyebrows together.

“Don’t you want to see me” you tilt the camera towards your body and he smirks at your comment but then turns serious.

“Don’t be doing that. Hand the phone to him- NOW” you can sense the anger through the phone.

“Jisung we are moving houses. Secret services have been observing our current one. Just pack two suitcases each and the rest the guards will bring with them once they’re done packing for us. Jaemin is on his way back without security so just stay alert on the way to our new location” Haechan does not sound like he is playing.

“Can I wait til Renjun comes back. I am too scared to go without him if there isn’t any guards” Jisung says.

“Motherfucker you can’t be serious dude. What is Renjun going to do” Haechan says.

“I am and he has the most weapons. Plus I can’t do much to help Jaemin. He’s better off taking care of y/n without me. Plus I want to pack my own stuff” Jisung sounds very concerned.

“Fine but renjun will probably be the last person back since he is packing all of the files and taking them with so start packing” Haechan sighs “Pass the phone back to y/n”

“You heard everything i’m assuming?” you nod yes at the phone “Behave, Jaemin is the most trained and alert out of all of them so you’ll be fine. Do not distract him- I know how you can get. Start packing you don’t have much so you’ll be able to fit everything. Tell Jisung to give you some suitcases”

“I will” you’re now worried than you were before.

Jisung gets out all the suitcases from the attic and you manage to fit everything into two suitcases and a duffel bag.

“We won’t go far from here will we?” you still have hope for seeing your best friend Chanhee again.

“No we still have to be close to headquarters” Jisung says.

The door open and Jaemin is back. “Hi baby” Jaemin kisses your forehead “how are you feeling” and then goes to Jisung and does the same.

“Eww” Jisung says and wipes his forehead and you laugh.

“We’ll talk later, I’ll be back with my stuff” Jaemin takes the suitcases in the middle of the living room.

You and Jisung sit down on the couch “I am sorry I didn’t return favor” Jisung says talking about earlier.

“Don’t worry, but if you want to- the offer is there” you smile at him.

“Noted” he laughs awkwardly. “I’m going to go pack if that’s ok?”

“Yeah go ahead” and Jisung leaves.

Jaemin comes out shortly after. “Ready” he extends his arm for you to grab and stand up.

“I guess so” you say.

“Before Haechan gets here” he rolls his eyes. You giggle at his expression.

“He’s not that bad” you follow Jaemin out.

“Did you forget about earlier” Jaemin shuts the door behind him “Get in the car quick, i’ll put the luggage in the trunk” he says opening your door and taking your suitcases.

“You sure? i don’t mind helping” you say.

“I want to plus we don’t have any guards right now since we are on the down low so get in” He whispers to you, and you get in the car.

Once he was done he gets into the driver seat and locks the door. “Don’t be scared but im loading my guns, lift up your blanket and put it over the glove compartment so no one can see” Jaemin takes out a gun from his waist band and one from his leg.

You lift up your pink fluffy blanket up like Jaemin said, as he is loading the guns over your lap. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I should’ve done this before you came in” he rubs your bare thigh.

“It’s ok” you say shifting in your seat after his sudden touch.

His head pops out of your blanket, “they probably think we are doing something else which is perfect” he goes back down and shuffles things around.

“mhmh” is what you managed to get out. The thought of Jaemin doing what he implied and half of his body basically over your lap makes your mind go through millions of thoughts.

Maybe wearing a skirt wasn’t the best option but it is the most casual outfit you have since haechan bought all your clothes which explains why it’s all skirts and dresses.

“I have a small pink gun in here for you, hide it under your skirt” Jaemin sets the cold heavy metal object on you and you slide it under your skirt.

“You match your panties with your outfit. How precious” your eyes pop out after realizing what you did- he saw your laced blue panties that matches your blue skirt.

“I should’ve waited im sorry” you flatten your skirt down.

“Don’t worry darling” Jaemin pops out of the blanket with messy hair onto his face. While he is putting his guns back, you move his hair out of his face.

He grabs your hand and kisses it “Let’s hit the road” then intertwines his hand with yours. “You’ll be ok with me, I promise” his expression is so sincere and caring.

He uses his other hand to back out of the parking lot while his other hand is still holding yours. The butterflies in your stomach are flying around graciously.

a/n

ahhhh i know it’s been so long i’m so sorry! i am still a bit scared releasing this but hopefully you guys enjoy this.

i’ve just been reading like crazy trying to see if it’ll improve my writing. Thank you everyone for being patient with me <3 I finally included the J line in this which was my goal from the start :)

Next part might be the last of this series!!

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[yridenergyridenergy]

The wholesome-ish friendship between Shinya and Kyo

Their latest playful Q&A in Haiiro no Ginka vol. 100 has prompted me to compile examples of this weird but overall wholesome relationship that Kyo and Shinya have and which is not obvious at first.

Situation #1

In October 2017, Kyo gifted Shinya with a custom white version of a MadaraNingen one-piece. As far as I remember, that article of clothing was not available for purchase in white at all, to the public. And of course, we all know that Shinya prefers to wear white.

Situation #2

I think that in response to Shinya sharing a video of him briefly playing with the minicars that were sold as tour goods in This Way to Self-Destruction, Kyo posted a story on Instagram of him revving up a bunch of mini-cars and persistently making them hit his phone propped up on a counter and displaying a picture of Shinya. At age 43. To which Shinya made an Instagram post vaguely hinting that: "Good children should not play with the mini-cars to hit someone's picture!"

Kyo's Instagram Story "The proper way to use mini-cars" video

Shinya's translated response

Situation #3

In late 2022-early 2023, Shinya publicly celebrated his bandmates' birthdays via emojis on Twitter, and Kyo was the only one to respond, in kind.

Situation #4

Kyo posted a cryptic picture of Shinya's video meeting with Mana in an Instagram Story and he has mentioned on Twitter at least once that he was watching Shinya Channel (the making of the FaFa onigiri).

In the same vein, Shinya took his failed attempt at needle-felting a pink bunny in March 2022 and turned it into a miniature hammer-wielding bunny in October 2022, in response to sukekiyo unveiling their Mosaic Shoujo PV which featured Kyo in the killer bunny suit.

Situation #5

This very old video of Kyo teasing Shinya by pinching the side of his dress, Shinya reacting by pushing Kyo a bit and Kyo falling into a robot dance in response.

Situation #6

The coffee maker. In one of the live talks held during the COVID-19 pandemic at concert venues, Shinya mentioned having a coffee maker which was of no use to him, and Kyo expressed interest in taking it from him. Later, in the Galacaa livestream talk between the two, it was revealed that Shinya had promised to give Kyo his coffee maker, but he never pulled through on that offer. Kyo, sporting a doodled face to hide his own, insistently questioned Shinya on this unreliability when the topic was brought up by fans in the comments. Shinya kind of struggled but ended up explaning that the coffee maker was really useless because of a defect, that it would not have been an appropriate gift anymore. But he forgot to update Kyo about it after he tried to contact the manufacturer. Kyo replied like: "Oh, alright then."

At some point, Kyo took the matter to Twitter, confronting Shinya about it with their respective member photos to illustrate the dialogue, and Shinya replied the same way.

Situation #7

In that same livestream, Shinya is so used to Kyo's bullshit by now that he completely ignores Kyo's doodle face sheet and casually leans forward to look past him and at the interviewer, sat on Kyo's right. After a while of this, the interviewer points out to Shinya that Kyo is insistently staring at him with this disturbing face, which is when Shinya becomes startled and nervously laughs upon realizing that, also making Kyo chuckle.

Situation #8

More often than others, Shinya and Kyo are documented chatting on the chairs backstage while they wait for everyone to be ready to start the show. Maybe there's something to be said of how they are the two members of the band to leave the stage the quickest, while Kaoru, Toshiya and Die stay for a while to throw picks.

Situation #9

Miscellaneous pictures of the two:

Situation #10

Apparently it was Shinya's earbuds that Kyo used to play with the cat (also Shinya's?) in this famous old video.

Situation #11

Other interactions on Twitter include commentary regarding the song battles that fans were voting on via that same website, during live broadcasts from their manager Fujieda on Galacaa. Kyo and Shinya were the only two members reacting to the songs that were pulled out of the box, Kyo sometimes replying to Shinya's own tweets wondering what he meant or outright questioning his preference.

Another interaction consisted in Kyo copying Shinya's tweets regarding the release of their Phalaris album and twisting Shinya's cute comments into hellish versions.

Situation #12

Probably a bunch of elusive comments throughout the years, but here's an example of something that Shinya said about Kyo in a magazine interview.

Situation #13

In Haiiro no Ginka vol. 100, the members were asked to send each other member five questions. Some chose to personalize them based on what they actually wanted to ask of the others, while a couple decided to send the same questions to all, but members were not told who the questions came from. Kyo picked up on that anonymous part of the game and when answering Shinya's set of questions, he ended each of his short answers with a second sentence that can either just be the Kansai dialect for: "Aren't you Shinya!", or in other dialects, translates more to: "Shinya, you bastard!" hahah. From what I saw, nobody else hinted at who they thought the questions came from in their answers. In reverse, Kyo took up two of his five alloted questions for Shinya with the simple statement: "You don't know you're dead yet!", a quote from Fist of the North Star which is highly intimidating as it hints that someone has defeated the character so easily and lightning-fast that they are a dead man standing, their body having trouble catching up with the reality that they were slaughtered. Shinya, in response to that repeated tease, stubbornly replies in his polite and formal Japanese that: "No, I'm not dead." Their Q&A with the other members were not nearly that quirky.

Situation #14

At his SERAPH birthday concert in 2023, Shinya said that his three treasures in life are:

DIR EN GREY

SERAPH

sukekiyo

Situation #15

Kyo replying to Shinya's post featuring a very old picture of Kyo (which was however respectfully hidden by Phalarisu-kun) by pulling out the oldest/youngest postcards of Shinya he could find, also commenting to paraphrase Shinya: "Postcards that probably no one has anymore." His own postcard depicting him peeks from underneath.

Shinya replied to that with: "I tried to look for it but couldn't find it 🥺"

Situation #16

On Twitter, Shinya posted a photo with other artists which he explained as: "Yesterday, we had a birthday celebration for everyone born in February and March 🎂 Happy birthday everyone 🎉🎉🎉"

To which Kyo directly replied: "I wasn't invited." (born February 16th)

And Shinya responded with: "The DIR EN GREY guys are a bit mean 🥺"

Kyo never replied to that.

Situation #17

Going to combine two things considering how long ago they were.

Shinya and Kyo were the first members of Dir en grey to meet, and the day right after I posted this compilation happened to be the 28th anniversary of when they first performed together.

There's also an anecdote that, way back then, no one in the band knew how to contact Kyo because none of them had his phone number, but eventually Shinya just casually revealed that he had it all along and said: "Oh I'll just call him"

Situation #18

Shinya and Kyo are the only members who are clearly dog lovers in the band, while Die and Toshiya are part of the cat team. Shinya used to have a dog (chihuahua?) and Kyo now has Pun-cha. Shinya recently wore a sweater with a dog on it.

Situation #19

In a tweet that Kyo has since deleted, he wrote that if there was one grudge he still held, it was that he never appeared on the cover of a Rockin'f magazine. Shinya also wasn't featured, so he added that while he doesn't have a grudge against them, he has declined interviews and comments for a certain magazine after that.

Situation #20

During their European tour 2024, Kyo and Shinya embarked in a playful spat on Twitter, seemingly out of boredom while traveling on the tour bus. It was funny the way it culminated in both of them forcing the other to subscribe to their fan clubs to find out more. On Kyo's side at least, I didn't see anything related to that on kyo-online for real hah.

Situation #21

Shinya took the time to snap a picture of Petit Brabançon playing on the Yunika Vision screens while he was out solving a game, then posting that on Twitter and promoting Petit Brabancon. " I heard Kyo sing while solving a mystery in Shinjuku"

He also made numerous mentions of the Petit Brabancon posters around Gorilla Hall in his video touring that venue:

... Did I miss any? And there will undoubtedly be more to come!

Thank you very much to shinyaburashka, mementoboni, lamenty45 and degtau for your help!

[lomltrentarnold]

my number one — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

summary : the boys tried to surprise y/n with her celebrity crush but it didn't go as planned.

warnings : long fic kind of, half written, half smau, fem!reader, yeah just ignore anything that doesn't make sense okay babes <3 awkwardness, um yeah <3

🍓hana’s notes : okay!!!! it’s finally done!!!! im very happy how this turned out <3 let me know what you think and if you want something like this more cause i really enjoyed making it :))))) | MAIN MASTERLIST

( BETA SQUAD : GUESS THE FOOTBALLER FT TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD )

“Turn right.”

You followed the directions of your phone and turned right into a street. A small box of cupcakes were sat at the passenger seat of your car as it filled the car with its vanilla scent.

Sharky texted you and said to come by at 12 but you felt nice all of a sudden and decided to come by early with the homemade cupcakes accompany you.

The boys didn't give you much information as to what they were doing today, they only said they were filming another Guess The Professional Footballer and that was it. You didn't think about it too much though because whatever the boys are planning its always going to come out a banger.

You arrived at the driveway of the building that they said they would be filming, you parked your car and took your bag — not forgetting the cupcakes too of course.

You opened your phone to look back at the text that Sharky has sent you about how to get in and where to go.

to sharky 🦈🤳

Y/N 💌

sharks, i just arrived at the place 🫣

sharky 🦈🤳

YOU'RE WHAT?!???

Y/N 💌

im at the location u sent 🤨

why you seem surprised???

sharky 🦈🤳

I told you to come at 12

And now its only 9

Y/N 💌

i got bored and wanted to see you lot

and i bought cupcakes <3

sharky 🦈🤳

HOLD UP

CUPCAKES??

YOUR CUPCAKES??

Yeah okay hold on I'll come and get you

Y/N 💌

nah its fine i can get there just wanted to explore for a bit

• • •

You put your phone in your pocket and walked to through the doors. Following Sharky's direction to their spot, you took your time glancing at the venue. It was an open space that leads to multiple football courts, some more bigger than the others and you were hoping the boys got a big venue for the Guess The Footballer video.

When you came close to the set you see a glimpse of someone you recognised and let out a breath of relief, "George!" you yelled out.

George turned his head at the voice and grinned, but for some reason it completely dropped. Now, you're confused. Why is everyone acting weird?

When you got to him you, you gave him a side hug as your other hand held the cupcakes. "Hey." you smiled. "Where are the others?"

George ever the sweetheart took the tray of cupcakes from your hand when he sees you struggling to hold it and answered, "They're getting mic'd up. I think we should wait before going in."

That made you furrow your eyebrows because you always sneak into their recording sessions without a problem but you understood either way.

You nodded your head, "Oh okay, let me put the cupcakes at the food table. Where is it by the way?"

George pointed the way, "Just around the corner. But before you leave—" before you could take back the tray, he sneakily (not really) took one of the sweets, "Thanks, Y/N. You're the absolute best!" he gave you a smile which make you chuckle.

You exchanged smiles with some of the camera and production crew, some were new and some aren't as you introduced yourself to them.

When you were at the table, your phone dinged as Niko's name flashed on the lock screen.

niko 🕶🦒

Y/N where are you?

Y/N 💌

at the snacks table

i'll be with you guys in a few

niko 🕶🦒

Y/N I need you to go to George right now.

Please!!!

Y/N 💌

lmfao why???

you lot are acting so weird today

weirder than normal

niko 🕶🦒

Please!!! It's important!!

Y/N 💌

OKAY OKAY RELAX

i’m going rn 🙄

• • •

You sighed and turned off your phone, not thinking too deep about it but then you suddenly felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Excuse me."

Your head has never turned so fast you think your meck cracked. Cause that voice. That scouse accent. You don't want to be delusional but you know exactly who that sounds like.

There’s no way.

Absolutely no way.

You quickly blinked. Your eyes must me deceiving you because there is no chance that the Trent Alexander-Arnold is right in front of you right now.

"No way." you breathed out.

"Sorry, what?"

You stare at him, mouth agape, "You're Trent Alexander-Arnold."

"That, I am." he nodded, his famous smirk coming into full motion and you can make out his dimples. Yeah, it’s definitely Trent.

Your mouth opened and close like a fish, "Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? Can you pinch me or something?"

Trent looked at you weirdly, and that only fuelled your embarrassment, before a knowing smile made its way to his face, "You must be Y/N, right? The boys told me a lot about you."

"Trent Alexander-Arnold just said my name. What the fuck?"

A deep chuckled rumbled in his chest, “Language.”

Your whole body was on fire. What is going on.

Trent leaned towards you, “May I?” he said, sending you an awkward smile.

“What?” your whole brain was mush. He was too close.

He gestured to the box of sweets, “The cupcakes.”

“Oh! right. Sorry.” you moved aside, eyes flickering all over the room instead of staring at him. But he’s so pretty and he smells nice and— That would be weird! Staring at someone without saying anything? Creep.

“Y/N!”

Multiple voices screamed your name. You turned your head only to be met with five familiar faces.

When you heard the sounds of footsteps running from behind you, you were more than thankful for the intrusion.

“Oh, hey.” you breathed out, still trying to calm your heart beat down knowing that Trent was hovering beside you.

“Damn it.” Chunkz was the first to say after they regained their breaths.

Niko slapped Sharky’s back, making him wince, “We told you to be in charge of her location!”

Sharky’s mouth gaped open, “I was! She suddenly decided to come early!”

“Damn.”

You looked at the boys weirdly, “What’s going on?” taking a few steps towards them, “And why didn’t you tell me your professional footballer was Trent?!” you harshly whispered. There was no need tho, Trent heard everything.

Kenny stepped beside you, “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Surprise!” AJ cheerly exclaimed.

Shaking your head, you sent the boys a small smile, “Thank you, guys.”

Trent was silent the whole time this went down, which made you avert your eyes to him. Only to be surprised when his eyes were already on yours.

“Hi.” you softly muttered, hand shyly waving at him.

“Hey.” Trent sent you shy smile as well, your finished cupcake wrapper in his left hand as he extends his right, “Nice to meet you, I’m Trent.”

You introduced yourself, as your hand went to shake his. You could physically melt when his skin touched yours. This doesn’t feel real.

The boys looked back and forth between you both as they send knowing looks to each other when they noticed your lingering eyes and hands and how it was longer than necessary contact. What’s happening? Maybe this wasn’t a fail after all?

“Alright, then.” Niko cleared his throat, “We need to get filming.”

You nodded your head, deciding to walk beside Sharky and AJ.

“So?” AJ asked, looking at you with a questioning look.

“I am freaking out.” you whispered, hands clasping on Sharky’s hoodie.

They both laughed at your ‘trying to keep cool’ reaction.

You build up the courage to glance at Trent. He was talking to Chunkz, his side profile glowing with his dimples showing and you could feel your face became warm, and your sweaty hands where you both touched.

What the fuck is wrong with you. Stop looking. He’s gonna think you’re weird.

Trent turned his head, when he felt someone was looking at him. Your eyes widen when he looked at you, before swiftly looking away. Cute, Trent thought. Very pretty.

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niko You’re welcome @yourusername

⤷ yourusername i dont know who you are

sharky You owe us 😚

⤷ yourusername HELLO?? the surprise was a fail???

⤷ user5 babe you still met him 🤣

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⤷ yourusername HUSH

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user2 Trent is soo fineee

user3 HOW DID Y/N REACT?????

user65 Y/N’S COMMENTS GOODBYE

user4 Did Y/N freak out?

⤷ user7 you need to watch the vid!! and stay until the end!

⤷ user8 they showed Y/N at the end

user5 the crossbar part was 😳😳😳

user6 Y/N didn’t post anything yet, is she okay????

user9 LMFAO THE END BIT

⤷ user13 IT WAS SO CUTEEEE

⤷ user10 im confused can someone tell me what this means?

⤷ user11 they asked Y/N to say play the trailer with Trent!!!!

⤷ user12 she was so shy 😭😭😭😭 it was so cute

⤷ user13 omg Y/N being shy???? this i have to watch

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user98 omg i thought i was the only one who noticed!!!!

user76 he was def looking at Y/N which- same Y/N is pretty asf

user09 And the crossbar part 😍😍

⤷ user18 the first thing he looked was AT THAT CAMERA which i am 96% sure Y/N was behind

⤷ user5 bye thats so hotttt

⤷ user16 he was trying to show off 🙄🙄 trying to win our mother over 🙄🙄

user6 Trent is so obvious that you’re in love with Y/N like we are 🤣🤣

user24 Y/N was so shy in the vid PLEASE I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER LIKE THAT

⤷ betasquadfan FR!!!! like babe you’re the baddest bitch around?? but also IT WAS TOO CUTE

⤷ user4 it was weird to see Y/N like that since she’s always so confident but it was also nice to see her smitten 🫶

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[idyllcy]

engagement shoot - tim drake x reader (pretty bird countdown #8)

"How many hours is that?" Tim blinks incredulously at your screen.

"Fifty? I've been grinding all my free time on this game. It's concerning."

"Alright, come on. You have a paper due and we need to take the engagement photos."

"Oh!" You gasp. "Wait, I have a photo — not that we have to use it, but a stranger took photos of us running at the beach during a storm in our wedding attire and somehow found me. We look super cute."

Tim looks over your shoulder at the photos, humming as a smile spreads on his face.

"You look happy."

"No shit, sherlock. You look like your cheeks hurt in the photo too."

"I suppose it did." Tim hums, scrolling through your phone as you hand it to him. "I think we're both happy."

"Yeah, I'd hope so." You hum. "Why are we taking engagement photos? Aren't we already married?"

"Bruce wants something to put on the fridge."

"Are these photos not okay?"

"I want a red booklet." Tim deadpans.

"WHAT."

"I want a red booklet." He deadpans. "I want to be able to flip out our marriage photos at any chance."

"A lockscreen's not enough?"

"You're the one who thought it was cute." Tim hums. "And don't worry about the legality of all that stuff. They make unofficial ones for foreigners who wish to participate."

"Wait. You're flying there just for a red booklet?"

"And to visit your family. Your aunts keep texting me to stay for longer this time around."

"And my dad?"

"He's still at work."

"Do they not make them here?"

"Do you not want to go back? Besides, don't you want an insane set of photos for our wedding?"

"We're having a wedding?!"

"If we have a wedding."

"The venues there are pretty..." You mumble. "or, you spend four times the prince to have one in Gotham."

"Pretty bird, your husband's a billionaire."

"Ah, ah, ah." You shake your finger. "Your dad's a billionaire."

"I'm a millionaire. Close enough."

"That's a three-digit difference." You hum. "I don't mind hosting it in Gotham, though."

"We can plan that for later." Tim sighs. "Aren't you longing for wedding photos that people will look back on and go "holy fuck they were hot?"

You purse your lips and pretend to think. "Mayyybe."

"Oh, you know what? It'd be hilarious for your sibling's children to say that." You mumble. "Who's that weird aunt with no kids?"

"Who's that weird uncle who will not shut up about our aunt?"

"I bet Bruce is going to have the time of his life."

"Do you think he's ever going to settle down?"

"With the way the writers can't decide who to have him marry? No."

"Stop breaking the fourth wall." 

You stick your tongue out at him. 

"So... wedding photos?"

"Yes." You grin. 

[venuscnjunctpluto]

Astro pt. 6

Credits: @venuscnjunctpluto

*A lot of sex workers have cap + Gemini energy in their charts. I think the cap makes them money driven and the Gemini gives them a carefree attitude towards sex.

*multiple women on 90 day fiancé have Virgo and cap placements. (darcey, anfisa . Chantel has a Virgo moon and mercury. Anfisa and Darcey (+ her twin sister) have cap moons and Virgo venuses. All of the women mentioned were somewhat stuck up and gave off Barbie energy. But once you watch them they were pretty chill some what lol

*Ik a guy w mars square Uranus who’s a stunt performer and Lewis Hamilton (the hot race car driver) has this aspect as well. They are the definition of dare devils.

*If you’re attracted to men look at your mars for the type you go for. If fire you’ll really like fire or air sun men (also include signs that square or opposite your mars) if water you’ll really like water or earth sun men (also squares/oppositions) for example as a sag mars I really like fire and air sign men but also Pisces and Virgo men too. Also the house it’s in can play a role mine is in the 8th so Scorpio suns can get it too.

*Mutable placements are theeeee funniest sorry not sorry

*I love mars-Chiron men they’re so gentle and comforting. Venus-Chiron men can also attract women w prominent Chiron aspects. I have Chiron conjunct MC and my mercury plus it squares my moon all tight orbs. They have a hard time in society bc they’re usually not aggressively masculine like society wants them to be. And they’ll attract women have their own wounds they need to work through so relationships can be hard. “Call out my name” by The Weeknd would be a good representation of them.

*I feel bad for Pluto in 7th their partners will try to change them and feel comfortable criticizing them.

*Someone pointed out Selena Gomez has three men who write songs about her The Weeknd, Justin, and Charlie puth. I want to point out she has mars-Pluto so like I said previously she attracts men with Scorpio influence *coughs* passionate and obsessive. The weeknd is a Scorpio moon w moon conjunct Pluto. Charlie is also a Scorpio moon and Justin is a Scorpio rising.

*She also has Venus conjunct chiron which is so sad bc it makes sense why she sung “the heart wants what it wants” Venus-Chiron can go through a lot of intense heartbreak that they end up channeling into music.

*Honestly I don’t think Hailey is necessarily obsessed w Selena I think she’s obsessed with Justin and she’s his ex. Taurus moons will stalk their significant others ex and constantly try to find evidence of them stepping out. They are beyond possessive.

*It’s also weird to me how many sag placement women can be bullies. Idk maybe the Jupiter influence exaggerates their ego (sun) or their aggression (mars) but all the bullies at my hs had sag placements. My 8th house stellium and Lilith made me bullied if anything.

*Rob Lowes son has Sun in 1st and they have similar mannerisms and can bounce off of eachother well in their Netflix show

*When a man’s mars conjuncts a woman’s sun…she’s the one who’s going to humble him. A guy Ik said an aqua girl was the only one who matched his toxicity and he’s an aqua mars. When reversed (man’s sun conjunct a woman’s mars) he’ll be her ideal type of man.

*Having Plutonian energy as a woman is really hard the older I get the harder it is to make genuine friends. I’m watching this girl who I’ve been talking with in class causally start dressing like me. I’ve also had friends try to copy my hair, how I talk, and my style. It seems stupid but it makes me uncomfortable.

*Sagittarius suns and Taurus suns get into the worst arguments😭

*Libra rising men 🤝 oversized shirts

*Libra mars women🤝 bending their back in pictures to show off their butts

*Capricorn moons are so harsh it’s actually funny

*capricorn placement men and their side hustles. My cousin is a cap rising and this cap sun guy both starting fixing iPhone screens on the side.

*Stormy Daniels has many 3rd house placements and from watching her interviews she’s really sharp. She also has a talent in communication as she was the editor of her highschool newspaper.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's weird where I am right now, Okay?

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top. However, I've put quite a few on hold for travel reasons.

Oct 2023 Wk 4

Only a few screen shots for you this week, my hotel wifi is actually THAT bad.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) 1 of 8 - Classic unlucky in love failed crush on straight bestie = both v queer and v emo yaoi. I gotta say I like these actors way better in this than their previous series, and maybe that’s because Tew is more like Tul and I just like Meen better when he’s… erm… mean. All of which is to say, this is off to a wonderful start and I am about to lose my very sleep deprived little mind... ready for a ABL ecstasy rant?

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN.

"I play support because that way everyone is happy to see me show up," might be the single best moment of characterization BL has EVER seen.

Look here, in the grand cornucopia of BL universes this is my metaverse. It's pulp... but relatively high production. It has an established pair that I know I like... but who were given crap before. It's a tidy little script, it's not gonna run too long, and it's ALL the archetypes and tropes I love but rarely see. It's Japan's style otaku plus Korea's style gangster, Thailand's style friendship group, and it arrived out of NOWHERE. It's Korea's IP & money, Thailand's talent, and China's streaming service.

Do we know what the hell is going on?

No we do not.

Do we care when it's this much fun?

No we do not.

(In this I speak for everyone... no, EVERYONE.)

This show I why I got into BL.

Don't bother me with trifles. Me and My Dear Gangster Oppa are sailing off into the infinite pixilated sunset together, thank you very much.

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 11 of 12 - I managed to watch most of it on low rez before YT "discovered" I was in Asia and therefore could not be allowed to watch Asian shows. (AKA my VPN failed me.) But it seemed like a good ep.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Lucky Love ep 10 of 24 - I enjoyed this 2 part installment, it’s a bit of a sad sack recovery SAGA, but the acting is genuine, the couple believable, and the story felt particularly queer to me. 7/10 but close to an 8. It was really quite charming.

However: Next week looks not good on many levels - it's horror and I spotted guitar. Which is even more horrific. 

Absolute Zero (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 5 of 12 - do temporal paradoxes exist in Thailand? That is the question. I gotta say Tor (Ongsa) is carrying this show and is doing a really great job, it's just the story itself doesn't resonate with me. Ugh it's so sad.

Is it, indeed, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

We only on ep 5 and had a full story arc already, there is A LOT more to go.

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 9 of 10 eps - the fact that in losing Sky Venus also lost his surrogate family explains his resulting bitterness a little bit more. I wish we had gotten this back story much earlier. Still stupid pulp made me cry, which of course means it's back in my good books. This story is slow as fuck, but I'm going on a rollercoaster with it.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 11 of 13(?) - I love them, okay? All of them. This is a great sappy classic Taiwanese BL and it is my baby and you can’t take it away from me. MINE. 

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Viki) eps 8 of 10 - oh noes it got sad, I thought they would at least would have had drunken sex before the drama. Sigh. Still the kissing was good, as it should be from Taiwan.

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ (Japan Gaga) ep 4 of 5 - Amane is so brave. About being gay. Being out. Confessing. Its admirable if scary. Otherwise this ep was pretty slow. 

Bump Up Business (Korea Gaga) 3-4 of 8 - how do I feel about this show? Conflicted. Are OnlyOneOf doing a great job? Yes, actually. Am I enjoying it? No, not really. Is this anyone's fault? I don't think so.

The little linguistic negotiation was cute tho. And we seem to have gotten idols kissing in a BL both in the same group, so that glass ceiling dildo has finally been broken.

NineMill are unexpectedly good, also KB plays a great evil ex. Of the 3, I think only Nine is good enough to go into acting permanently (but he's not tall enough). Still, all hail OnlyOneOf... kings of the "gay concept." You boys make me v nervous but as couple-branding goes, you just out branded Thailand. Mad props baibies. Legit never thought I'd see the day.

Trust Korea to be in it to win it.

Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 6 of ? - i pretty much just forgot to watch this.

It's Airing But...

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 8 of 12 - I will try to watch and do a series review in November but... not sure I will be able to. Fingers crossed.

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 8fin - completed but I couldn't catch the last ep, my final thoughts in Nov.

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 12 fin - completed, but see afore mentioned YT issues. I'll review it in Nov. I anticipate better internet soon.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan Tues Netflix-Japan & ????) - in classic JBL fashion, I Cannot Reach You could not be reached. 

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine? AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan cinema release in-country only) - This one is a movie from Japan so in customary fashion who tf knows when (or if) it will get international distribution. Salaryman Ayumu Koiwai just can't tear his eyes away from the strong, muscular man as he checks on the stocks of the vending machine in his office.

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) - adaptation of Harada’s manga of the same name (which I did not like) about a convenience store clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

Next Week Looks Like This

Upcoming October BL

10/31 SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 1 of 14 - this is a horror BL featuring ghosts and other paranormal elements in a high school setting. I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all). It features Singto (who did paranormal BL He's Coming to Me) opposite Fluke N (who's done a couple horror's before). Also Fiat. Dan suffers from sleep paralysis, and in his dreams he sees a shadow that suffocates him. It gets worse when he transfers schools.

Upcoming November BL

11/3 Twins the series (Thailand ????) 1 of 10

11/17 Pit Babe (Thai) - Pavel my love!

11/19 Bake Me Please (OhmFluke but not, Thailand)

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Thailand) - horroresk

11/25 The Sign (Thailand) - horroresk

11/30 For Him the series (Thailand) - high heat

VIP Only (Taiwan) - may be delayed/canceled

Cooking Crush (OffGun, Thailand) - may be delayed, there some kinda gossip/rumor/shade happening at GMMTV

Wuju Bakery AKA Space Bakery (Korea) - this one may be DOA

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

My Universe - I just enjoyed the angle of this kiss shot.

Uh huh. Sure, honey. (Bump Up Buisness)

COULD THIS EXPLAIN THE SNUFFLE KISS?!!!!

(Last week)

[youremyheaven]

Cancer Girls: Baby Voice Edition

I've noticed a pattern with many female celebrities who are known for their "baby voice" and I thought I'd make a post about it. Since Mercury is what affects our voice and style of speech the most, I'll be looking at Mercury placements along with big 3.

Obviously not everyone on this list has a natural baby voice, in fact I'd say the majority of them speak in a very affected pseudo baby voice for which they've become known. I had previously observed how Cancer rashi women do this THE most but here are more examples.

Marilyn Monroe

The OG Ingenue who was known for her breathy baby voice. She has Rohini Sun & Mercury along with Ashlesha Rising

2. Pamela Anderson

She has Ardra Sun, Punarvasu Mercury and Mrigashira Rising

3. Paris Hilton

She has a Pushya Moon and is known for her fake baby voice which her mother claimed she learned from her.

4. Drew Barrymore

She is Punarvasu moon & Mrigashira Rising

Many have noted that a lot of famous Punarvasus have a slightly ditzy way of speaking/demeanour. Almost all Mrigashiras have a very hyper, enthusiastic, kind of frantic and restless way of being and talking. They actually embody "golden retriever energy". I think the combination of these two nakshatras results in Drew's childlike enthusiasm and kind of frantic manic way of speaking and behaving. A lot of people think she's weird 😭but it's just her nature, even Pamela Anderson who shares similar placements has a similar demeanour.

5. Wonyoung

She has Punarvasu Venus conjunct Saturn (both of them are exactly conjunct so idk which one would be her amatyakaraka) and she has received a lot of flak for her "fake baby voice" 😭 Her real voice is naturally deeper and more mature but honestly Wonyoung is such a good example of a Jupiter dominant woman; they are obsessed with presenting themselves a certain way and are very "image conscious", this truly extends to everything from clothes, style, etiquette, speech, voice, absolutely everything. They know exactly what behaviours will elicit what responses.

6. Halsey

She is Punarvasu Moon (atmakaraka) & Mars along with Swati Mercury & Rising

She's known for singing in cursive 😭 but also just has a very sugary high pitched speaking voice. If you observe her even she has a very expressive, animated way of speaking, she's not quite ditzy but she's still almost childlike in her demeanour from time to time.

7. Ariana Grande

She is Ardra Sun & Punarvasu Mercury and she rose to fame for playing a ditzy airhead on Nickelodeon. She in fact spent many years speaking like Cat Valentine off screen as well until she underwent an image revamp in the mid 2010s and adopted a blaccent.

This video shows how when she was younger not only did she have a fake baby voice, she also had a very different slightly ditzy demeanour.

8. Shehnaaz Gill

She is an Indian reality star turned influencer who is known for her baby voice and exaggerated cutesy mannerisms. She is Pushya Moon.

(the interview is mostly in Hindi but you can observe her mannerisms and way of speaking)

9. Melissa Rauch

She has Punarvasu Mercury (amatyakaraka) and played Bernadette on Big Bang Theory where she spoke in a distinctive high pitched voice whereas in real life, her voice is entirely different.

10. Kristen Bell

She has Punarvasu Sun & Mercury. She literally voiced Princess Ana in Frozen. Watch any interview of hers and you will see how expressive she is when she talks, she uses her hands a lot, her face is so animated and its so Punarvasu like🥰

(Tumblr does not allow me to embed more than 10 videos per post so I'll just be linking the rest)

11. Jennifer Garner

She's Mrigashira Moon (atmakaraka), UBP Mercury, Rohini Stellium (Venus, Mars & Saturn)

She's a very good example of a typical Mrigashira. She always speaks like a very sweet, enthusiastic kid; very expressive, very animated.

Here's a link to her interview.

12. Mandy Moore

She's Revati Sun (atmakaraka) , Pushya Moon, Mrigashira Rising

She voiced Rapunzel in Tangled and imo Rapunzel is Tangled is a veryyyy good example of Mrigashira behaviour in many ways but especially with her mannerisms and manic pixie like behaviour which makes sense since she was voiced by a Mrig actress.

Here's a link to Mandy speaking

Here's a link to Rapunzel in Tangled

13. Jenny Slate

She is UBP Sun & Moon and Punarvasu rising

Her sense of humour and how she delivers jokes is a good mix of UBP and Punarvasu

Here's a link to a stand up bit

I've noticed that many Pisces rashi folks (UBP & Revati) are very expressive storytellers and have a very specific style of delivery (Salma Hayek, UBP Moon is a good example and so is Rihanna, Revati Moon).

Jenny has the dryness/deadpanned delivery of UBP mixed with the expressive frantic style of Punarvasu

14. Anna Kendrick

She is Ashlesha Sun (atmakaraka) & Mercury (amatyakaraka)

She has that typical Cancer girl sense of humour and speaking style

Here's a link

15. Mindy Kaling

She is Ardra Sun & Moon, Rohini Rising with Punarvasu Mercury

She rose to fame playing Kelly Kapoor who is a very typical Cancer gal tbh, replete with the slightly ditzy, hyper & manic style and mannerisms and squeaky excited voice.

Here's a link to her being Kelly

Here's a link of her as Mindy Lahiri on The Mindy Project

`16. Leslie Mann

She is UBP Sun, Revati Mercury and Pushya Ketu

Here's a link to an interview but Leslie is such a good example of this ditzy, kind of naive way of speaking. Her mannerisms and the way she delivers is so Pisces girlie of her.

17. Lana del Rey

She is Ardra Sun, Ashlesha Moon & Punarvasu Mercury

Lana is a good example of an introvert Cancer gal. People often think they're kind of weird and kookie and they have a chaotic kind of manic pixie way of speaking and behaving that it throws people off.

Here's a link, her speaking voice sounds very young and soft.

18.Rose Byrne

Pushya Sun & Moon, Ashlesha mercury

She's usually more composed and elegant but when she's more comfortable you see that Cancer girl charm come out. One thing all these women have in common is how they like to act out their stories and be very expressive with their face and body; their sense of humour is very silly and slapstick.

Here's a link

19. Emma Bunton aka Baby Spice

she is Pushya Sun, Mercury and Venus

(isnt it sweet that someone whose alter ego is literally called Baby Spice is a Cancer stellium 🥺)

Here's a link but Baby Spice is also a good example of a less manic but still very cutesy Cancer girl

Many Cancer girls have a tendency to "act cutesy" or "babyish" but also more often than not they are just very in touch with their inner child and kind of goofy and silly.

20. Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen

They're Mrigashira Sun, Punarvasu Mercury & Ashlesha Rising

If you've watched Full House or any of their movies, you can see the ditzy girly girl behaviour of Punarvasu come out but irl they're more introverted and a little awkward, sort of like Lana and seem funny in a shy way.

Claire Nakti had observed in her Swati video about how Swatis and Punarvasus share certain similarities, I've seen this extend to their behaviour and mannerisms as well. Jennifer Tilly, Mila Kunis (both Swati Moon) and Emma Stone (Swati Sun) all have a very similar energetic girly, sweet and humble but kind of kooky and silly style of speaking and story telling.

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

is it just me or does this pic radiate MAJOR predator/prey vibes? like he's just rawdoggin your soul. just me? okay

anyways, smutty thoughts below the cut

tw: loud concert, mentions of anxiety, mentions of wolves, mentions of smut, cuss words, kinda daddy issues?, fluffy angst (or angsty fluff)

a/n: so um yeah I meant for this to be like 10 sentences and I wrote a goddamn novel oopsies. and this ain't even the full thing.

You were sitting on the balcony all the way to the right of the entrance, at one of the smallest gigs you'd ever seen Metallica play. Wolf and Man was pounding into your ears, your senses blurring from the thrill of it all. You were watching Robert and Kirk run circles around each other, and you smiled at how silly these old men could be, like they were being kids again. You felt eyes burning into the side of your head and just 100 feet away was James, staring you down in a fierce manner. He didn't break eye contact as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, he was hypnotizing. Your smile fell slowly as your lips parted, lost in his sultry glare. One of the spotlights fell on him so perfectly; you could see every beautiful outline and shadow of this masterfully sculpted man; his sweat covering his skin with a thin sheen. The massive screen behind the band was focused on him, and you saw up close how his eyes were clouded with something more than lust, a wolfish need, like he wanted to tear you apart, make you squeal, savor every inch of your skin. Something you had dreamed of ever since walking through the venue door and saw him in his vest and tank top. He smirked at you as he played the last few notes of the song and brought his tank to his mouth to wipe the sweat off his upper lip, the drops glittering his silver hair no more. The crowd screamed and clapped as the men gave their thank-yous and till-next-times.

-----------------------Backstage, a half hour later------------------------

The bag and ticket checks were brutal, and you started to wonder if this was a bad idea. Meeting Metallica seemed like a good idea in retrospect, yes, but now your anxiety was getting the best of you. Your palms were sweaty, your heart was racing, and your mouth was dry as the Sahara. The bottle of water sitting in your bag suddenly came back to mind as you snatched it from its pocket and tried to take off the cap. Your hand was shaking, making it difficult. You finally managed to get it off and sipped it for the next few minutes. Jesus Christ, was meeting 4 60-year-old men this fucking stressful? Some quick self-reflection brought you the idea that meeting Rob, Kirk, and Lars was exhilarating, but not stress-inducing. Meeting James was your main problem. It wasn't really a problem, he was just your favorite of the band, whether for his look or his playing, you didn't know, but you had chalked it up to a fair 50/50. This was a problem you were excited to have. Some parts of you were more excited than others, but you pushed that thought to the very recesses of your brain. If you had the scenario of screwing a man old enough to be your dad in the back of your head, it would definitely make its way into your conversation, which was more or less bound to get you a weird look and a premature "it was nice meeting you!" But God, his stare made you anxious in all the right ways and you just couldn't stop thinking of him staring into your soul as he chased you down, captured you, and made you his. You snapped out of your little thought bubble as you neared the platform. James was shaking the hand of a middle-aged man, someone you guessed was a father because of the 5-ish-year-old girl standing at his feet, holding onto the bottom of her father's shirt. James squatted down so he could be eye-level with the girl, and you instantly knew that he looked differently at others. He had reserved that stare just for you. Your brain ran rampant with the possibility that he might actually just want you, and that he wasn't generally so domineering and intense, but just when he saw you. In fact, his eyes returned to what you thought a 60-year-old's should look like, soft and sweet, teddy-bear-ish. He shook her tiny hand, and she shook it back and moved in for a hug. You couldn't blame her; he looked like just about the most huggable person there. He laughed as he closed her arms around her, telling the dad that it was okay after he tried to apologize and pull her away.

"Be good for your dad, okay," he asked, almost commanded as he straightened her jacket, ruffled from the embrace. He gave her one last smile as she nodded and walked off with her dad. The attendant ushered you forward as James picked up his water and took a sip at the same time you did. When he tilted his head back down, he saw you staring at his battle vest, or more importantly the tank top covering his chest and tummy. God, his tummy was hotter from up close. He caught you staring, and your faced burned with embarrassment.

"You like it?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his raspy tone.

"What?"

He laughed and set the bottle down on the table behind him. He gestured you to the chairs and table set up on the platform, probably decades-old wood that squeaked when you settled into it.

"My jacket, you like it? Saw you starin' at it, figured it interested you."

He was subtly fucking with you, letting you know he had caught you staring at his tummy, imagining it colliding with your back as he drove deeper and deeper into you, owning you. He had known that you were awe-struck by the idea ever since he saw you staring back during Wolf and Man. He had all the confirmation he needed.

"Oh, yeah, it's an awesome vest! I have one like it, just not as many patches. It's also a little less worn; I just bought it and started adding stuff about a week ago, actually."

He smiled and leaned back. The angle allowed his tank top to stretch tighter across his stomach; allowed his vest to cling to his shoulders, accentuating how broad he was. You involuntarily inhaled through your nose like it was the last sniff of oxygen you'd ever get. You'd tried your best not to gasp, that would for sure get his attention. He smirked.

"I know you're not here to talk about vests. I can tell something's on your mind. C'mon I have 3 kids, I can tell when something's wrong by poorly masked facial expressions," he joked, and you softened, comforted by his willingness to peer into your thoughts.

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thanks for reading, this is my first ever fic! i think i did fairly well, but feedback is appreciated! should i do a part 2?

[cirrus-ghoulette]

i can't stop thinking about diabetic Copia. I hate to be that person, but maybe some more diabetic Copia? 👉👈

Sure!

Copia has a habit of going high when it comes to his blood sugars. He loves carbs, what can he say?

If he does go high, all of the ghouls scrunch up their noses and pull faces. Poor Rain gags at the smell every time, walks off until Copia fixes his bloods. To them, it smells sickly sweet. They can smell the pheromones on Copia's body, on his breath.

When Copia goes high, he gets really dizzy, his head aches, and he's parched. Seeing Copia chug bottles of water outside of performing are sure signs that his sugars are high.

If he's on tour, he'll usually lay down on a sofa backstage (before the show, but after he's eaten) and hold an arm over his eyes, wait for the room to stop spinning.

The ghouls never stay away from him for long, so they come marching into his dressing room soon after, with a view to annoy Copia. But they all freeze as soon as they smell his scent.

Rain gags and walks straight back out. Aether and Cirrus both look at each other and sigh tiredly. Swiss goes "Fuck!" exasperatedly. Mountain mumbles that he has his backup Copia Kit (that's what they call his glucometer kit) always on his person, if needed. Cumulus tuts in sympathy, while covering her nose with her hand. Dew grumbles in frustration.

"Papa, do you know you're high?"

"No, no, I just have a headache..."

"What did you have for dinner?"

"Carbonara... Garlic bread..."

"PAPA."

"It tasted too good, I couldn't resist. It was just a little treat..."

"Did you do your shot before eating?"

"Ehhh... The food came quicker than planned, I didn't have time..."

"PAPA. You always have time."

"Yes, yes..." (dismissive hand wave)

Aether sits by Copia on the sofa, uses the lance from Mountain's kit to check his bloods. They all know he's high, but they can't pinpoint the exact glucose concentration in his blood. Aether always has a little game in his head, he tries to predict Copia's sugar levels before it flashes up on the screen. This time, he predicted 8.5 and Copia was 8. Close, and thankfully not as bad as he thought.

In the meantime, Dew starts to prep Copia's insulin while grumbling in annoyance to himself. Copia knows what will send him into a hyper, and yet occasionally, he still eats carbs and sugars like a starved man.

They always make sure there's a bottle of insulin in the minifridge in Copia's dressing room, and a sharps box on one of the counters. A couple of venue staff have given him weird looks for having a sharps container in his dressing room out of context.

While Aether takes Copia's bloods, he tells Dew exactly how much insulin needs to be drawn up. They're all trained in what to do if Copia goes into a hypo or a hyper, but having Aether there, who's a Ministry infirmary medic when he's not touring, helps keep them on track.

The other ghouls stand close by Copia, wanting to show that they're there for him, but unable to get too close due to the smell. Cumulus steps over, her shirt pulled up over her nose and mouth, and strokes Copia's hair soothingly. She's pulling a face behind the shirt, and keeps coughing.

When Dew comes over with the capped needle, Aether gives him a look and asks him if he wants Aeth to inject Papa. Dew shakes his head silently and pulls up Copia's sweatshirt.

Him laying down isn't the best position to inject in, the skin on his tummy is pulled quite taught, but Copia would flop over if he tried to sit up right now. Dew uncaps the needle and pinches a roll of fat, trying to go somewhere that doesn't have too many track marks, and injects in that area.

Copia hisses and Dew mutters a quiet "That's what you get for not carb counting properly..."

Once the insulin has been infused, Swiss holds out the sharps bin for Dew, and then they all sit and wait for Copia's blood sugars to come down. It usually takes between fifteen to twenty minutes, and the pack don't leave him alone during that time. Just in case they haven't dosed the insulin correctly.

During the waiting period, the ghouls keep themselves entertained. They play a card game, scroll on their phones, chat quietly (Copia's hypers and hypos always make him sensitive to sound). As his sugars slowly drop, checked every ten minutes by Aether, the ghouls slowly shuffle closer to Copia, his scent returning to normal.

By the time he's back down at a normal sugar level, Rain's been invited back into the room, and the ghouls have climbed onto the sofa for a cuddle with Copia,

Dew grumbles to Copia (from where he's curled up on his chest) to never let himself get that high again. He was worried about him.

Copia nods, and agrees that carbonara is off the menu. For now.

[sionisjaune]

Share your deranged lewis/mick idea with the class babe

Technically Seb/Mick/Lewis but anyway...

“Seb told me to give this to you.”

Lewis blinks, bleary from an hour of staring at glowing data points on too-dark screens. Mick is standing beside him, one hand extended towards Lewis. He’s holding Roscoe’s leash. Roscoe is on the end of it, flopped on his butt on the floor and panting happily. 

Lewis wets his lips. It’s already dark outside the Mercedes hospitality. 

“He told me—” Mick cuts himself off and raises an arm to ruffle his own hair nervously. “He said I’m not your personal dog sitter and I should stop letting you—walk all over me, just because I’m at the track. And I am available, obviously, if you need me sometimes—but I actually have a lot on my plate even if it isn’t obvious, and—”

“It’s cool,” says Lewis. He licks his lips again. It does sound like something Seb would say—shrewd advice that he would give. “I guess I just assumed that since you liked dogs, and since he needs someone to hang out with…” Lewis trails off. There isn’t anything more to say. It’s entirely possible that he’s been selfish. 

“It’s fine.” Mick fidgets in front of him. “I’m just. Busy. You know?”

“Yeah, I know,” says Lewis. “Well. You can tell Seb that I’ll find a new dog sitter. And tell him I said hi.” 

—

“Seb said I should give this to you.”

Mick shoves his hand in the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a handful of colorful glass beads—jewelry. He opens his hand and the chain drops and sparkles under the violet lights of the venue. Each bead is unique—the chunky, hand-blown style that Lewis has been into recently—and the chain is short enough that it should sit close to Lewis’s throat. 

“It’s weird,” says Mick. Lewis watches him drop it on the bartop beside his empty glass. “So, I was visiting Seb and there was this market. And I saw this stall selling little handmade glass things, and then I saw this, and I said it looks like something you would wear, and Seb said I should get it for you if I really thought so.” Mick messes with his glass, sliding the pad of one finger across the rim. “I couldn’t tell if he was joking.”

“Sometimes I can’t either,” Lewis admits. He slides the necklace off of the bartop, and holds it in a cupped hand. The beads are still warm from Mick’s pocket, glistening with a slippery shine. “I like it. You have a good eye.” 

Mick wraps a hand around the base of his glass and glances at the floor. His eyes flick back to Lewis after a long second has passed. 

“Tell him I said thank you,” says Lewis. And then half joking: “And ask when I’m invited around.” 

Mick’s gaze snaps to the floor again, like there’s something very interesting between his and Lewis’s barstools. “Probably anytime,” says Mick. “I’ll ask.” 

-

“Seb told me to—” Mick closes the gap between them and slots his lips against Lewis’s. Lewis turns it into a real kiss, because why else was he hanging out in Mick’s hotel room on a Sunday night anyways. 

Mick makes a small noise and pulls away wetly. Lewis chases him until Mick is halfway reclined in the pillows of his bed and pliant underneath him. His hair is short and spiky between Lewis’s fingers, and his jaw is strong, and his lips are quite red when Lewis pulls away. 

“He said I should—” Mick pauses, breathless. “He told me to show you how I feel. He said showing is better than telling, and I should give you something that makes it obvious.” 

Lewis smoothes Mick’s hair down and settles his weight over Mick’s lap. “I think that’s just Seb. He can’t stand obfuscation. Everything has to be one way, and it has to be the most earnest, honest, bull-headed way.”

“I know,” says Mick. "That's him."

-

“Seb said I should give it to you like this.” Mick punctuates the statement with a short punch of his hips. Lewis muffles a groan in the crook of his own elbow. “He said you would probably like it like this. Hard. Fast. He said I should try to deny you.” 

Mick fucks into him again, drapes himself across Lewis’s back, and digs his teeth into Lewis’s shoulder. Lewis gives up on holding up his head and drops his forehead onto the arm of his driver’s room sofa. The fabric is coarse and scratchy and already supporting his right arm, but it makes it easier to take it in this position and gives him another point from which he can anchor himself. 

“What else did he say,” Lewis gasps. 

“He said that we should both visit during the summer, and he’ll give it to you himself. Soft and slow, until you beg for it. He wants me to watch, and then he wants to watch me fuck you until you can’t fuck anymore.” Mick pants into the side of Lewis’s neck. 

“Tell him—” Lewis groans. Someone definitely heard that one. “Tell him to stop telling you shit. Tell him to tell me himself.” Mick is absolutely nailing his prostate. This is the stupidest idea Lewis has had at a racetrack in years. 

“But I like this,” says Mick. “I like me telling you. I like telling him things from you too.” Mick tips his weight further onto Lewis so that he’s forced to collapse forwards into the sofa, his back curving at an impossible angle.

“Oh fuck,” Lewis says, overcome with the image of Mick telling Seb, telling him about this. “Fuck. Shit. I’m going to—”

Lewis comes on a feedback loop of sensations, Mick’s mouth on his neck, his chest glued to Lewis’s back. Mick cups his hand helpfully underneath Lewis to prevent a stain on the sofa. When Lewis is finished shaking with an orgasm of unexpected intensity, he flops on his stomach on the sofa and comes to the realization that Mick is still hard and half inside of him. 

“Seb said—” Mick catches himself. Lewis can feel him shifting around, tugging at Lewis’s rim. “He said I should come—on your back. That it would look good, with the tattoos.”

Lewis turns his head into his elbow and squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Yeah. Just. Do it. Whatever he told you.” 

[tmnt-tychou]

Hello again!!

I have another character for you!! How about Splinter?? 😄

Thanks as always!! 😊

Sorry this took me a while to get to, it's been a busy week. But I am LOVING these and thank you to everyone who submitted asks. This is the most asks I've ever received and I have greatly enjoyed this. A Tier: 90's movie Splinter: This is a rat Splinter. He is a good dad and tries his best. This man loves his sons. Also, easily the most frail of all the Splinters, but still manages to toss Shredder off a building.

2003: Another rat Splinter. This man loves his sons and also loves his father, Hamato Yoshi. He is wise, caring, and very invested in in his sons' lives.

2012: A Hamato Yoshi Splinter. I love this Splinter so much. I think he is my favorite thing to come out of 2012. This man is Dad Vibes so much! He loves his kids and he wants them to have the best lives he can provide. I also love that we got this massive more human-sized Splinter. Just love him all around.

B Tier: 80's cartoon Splinter: A Hamato Yoshi Splinter, he has a great design and amazing voice actor. He is calm, he is zen and fatherly. He looses points because he never calls the turtles his sons. They are always "My turtles/pupils/students." The very first time I heard Splinter call the boys his sons was in the 90's movie and it blew my little mind. (Note, I'm not sure if maybe they changed it in the last seasons where they were trying to be more like the live action movies. It's been so long, I don't remember.)

2007 Splinter: I THINK this is a Hamato Yoshi Splinter? This is a hard one for me because everything in the movie is good. I love his design, I love his VA, I love his lines and how he interacts with the turtles. But there was just something OFF about the whole of the 2007 movie and I figured it out by reading the comics that take place before the movie. In which Splinter picks Leonardo ONLY to go on this world tour for vague reasons while the others are stuck at home. Raphael is immediately hurt and angry at the blatant favoritism. Don and Mikey look like they are so used to it, they don't even argue anymore. Leo is so much the golden child in this movie it hurts me in my soul. Splinter is a terrible father, but he was fine on screen if you take the movie at face value.

C Tier: Next Mutation Splinter: I don't recall if it was ever clear if he was a ran or Hamato Yoshi. He knew Venus' dad, so maybe Hamato Yoshi? He gives off these prancy, gay dad vibes which are kind of fun and fresh for a Splinter. (He plays chess out in the park late at night with his blind boyfriend.) He doesn't do too much to parent his extremely dumbass kids. Maybe since they're 18 he's decided they are their own problem now. And while the turtle suits are pretty nice for a TV production, the rat suit is BAAAAD.

Bayverse Splinter: This one makes no sense. Any Splinter that takes out Hamato Yoshi completely really throws off the universe. Why is he so Asian coded when he has no Asian influence in his life aside from finding a book on martial arts? It's weird. Other than that, he's fine in the movies.

Rise Splinter: A Hamato Yoshi Splinter. I like that we got a Splinter where you can really see the depression from being turned into a rat. And you can see how the turtles turned out to be different people: Leo and Raph especially, without Splinter there to be an influence on the group dynamic. But the characterization doesn't make sense. He says he loves his boys, but he doesn't always know their names? I know this was played for laughs, but the characterization wasn't there. Also minus points for the god-awful character design. Again, I know dad-bod Splinter was played for laughs, but...we had to look at it.

Mutant Mayhem Splinter: Again, another Splinter without Hamato Yoshi that makes no sense. However, he is a GOOD dad who loves his sons and does his best to keep his family together. I love this idea that he is a shut in because he is actually scared of the surface. I do have a hard time buying he is a martial arts master from merely watching kung fu movies. And also minus points for the god-awful character design.

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 19

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"How long until you arrive?" Pedri asks.

"5 minutes according to the gps."

"Are you ready?"

"To spend the weekend celebrating that my ex boyfriend is marrying a woman I hate? I'm ecstatic" I reply.

"Lucky you, you have me" Ferran smiles.

"Will you take care of her?" Pedri asks him.

"I will" Ferran says, quickly looking at my phone's screen and then back at the road.

"What was that?" I laugh.

"Uh?"

"That look you two just shared. Is that some bro code or something?"

"What?" Pedri says.

"Yeah… Something only you two understand."

"It was just a look of I will take care of your girlfriend so she doesn't do anything stupid like running away or killing the bride" Ferran says.

"Why would I run away?"

"Love that you are asking that instead of why would you kill the bride" Pedri laughs.

"I have reasons to do that. But running away?"

"That's what you did during their engagement party."

"Because we had had something like an argument and you were all I could think about."

"Awww, Val" Pedri smiles.

"Guys, please don't get cheesy while I'm present" Ferran says. He tries to make it sound as a joke, but I've noticed the way his grip on the steering wheel has tightened.

"Anyway, we are almost there. I will call you later or tomorrow morning, ok?" 

"Yeah, sure. Enjoy tonight's party or whatever they are doing" Pedri says.

"White party they've called it. So original" I scoff.

"Try to enjoy it, Val. You too, Ferran."

"Thanks, bro" he says.

"And again, don't do anything stupid. That goes for both of you."

"Yes, mum" Ferran and I say at the same time before starting to laugh.

"And then I am the kid" Pedri sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Yes. My favourite one" I smile.

"I love you, Val" Pedri smiles back.

"I love you too" I say before hanging up.

"So…" Ferran says.

"So."

"Ready to fake again that I'm your boyfriend?"

"Are you?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" he chuckles. "I said yes to this, didn't I?"

"I know, but…"

"Holy shit."

"What? What happened?"

"Val, are you sure this is the right address?"

"Yes. Why… Oh, wow" I say when I look at the road. At the end of it, there is a… palace? A castle? Both? I had seen photos of the venue online, but it was nothing compared to seeing it in real life.

"I feel like I'm going to have to call you my lady during our stay" Ferran laughs. "My Lady Valeria."

"Lord Ferran actually sounds like the name of someone who would have lived in a place like this" I chuckle.

"See? I can be posh too!"

"More like royal."

"That's cooler if you ask me. So, for the rest of the weekend, you may address me as Lord Ferran Torres" he says, straightening his back.

"Yes, my lord" I laugh, his weird faces and poses making me relax and forget about what is ahead of us. 

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"It feels wrong, you know? Throwing a white party in a freaking castle…" Ferran says from the bathroom. "We should be dressing as kings and queens, not like this. I've always wanted to try on those puffy shorts men used to wear."

"Puffy shorts?" I chuckle while putting on my shoes.

"Yes. The ones they wore with white tights."

"Maybe for your next birthday you should throw a party where people have to dress like that and make your dream come true."

"Maybe I should, yes" he says from the bathroom's door. When I look up, I see him leaning against the door frame like Pedri always does, his arms crossed over his chest. But it doesn't have the same effect on me. Not even when I catch him checking me out as I stand up.

"White suits you, tho."

"That isn't going to work, Val" Ferran laughs.

"What won't?"

"Flattering me. I'm not signing for Real Madrid even if white looks good on me" he smirks.

"Who says I want you on my team?" I tease him.

"Yeah, you prefer having me close to you" he says, slowly walking towards me and closing the space between us.

"Pedri" I blurt out. "I haven't called him and I told him… I should…"

"You should, yes. I'll wait outside" Ferran says, his voice sounding different. Cold. 

The moment he leaves the room, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. 

We are off to a great start.

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"I envy you so much Val… He is yummy."

"He is what?" I laugh.

"Yummy" my friend Alicia says. "Where did you find him?"

"I believe you can usually spot him at the Camp Nou" Sara chuckles. The two of them, Silvia and I, met when we were just 6, and we have been part of the same group of friends with Marc and some other boys since then. Though since he and I broke up, we haven't seen each other as often as we would like to. 

"I meant how did they meet" Alicia says, rolling her eyes. "You've kept him hidden from us, Val. Though I get it. I totally get it" she says, looking at Ferran from head to toe for the millionth time while he chats with some of the boys.

"I was on a night out with Silvia and we just met" I shrug.

"Just like that?"

"He offered to buy her a drink and 5 minutes later they were making out. What?" Silvia laughs when I give her a murderous look.

"It's ok, Val. I would have done the same" Alicia sighs. 

"Did you know who he was?" Sara asks me.

"Nope. He had just moved from Manchester, I wasn't familiar with him yet" I tell her. That was the story we had decided to tell everyone, a mix of how I met Pedri and a few lies here and there. 

"The sex is the best you've ever had, isn't it?" Alicia suddenly says.

"Careful there" Sara chuckles when I almost choke with my drink.

"I'll take that as a yes. He is young and a professional athlete, I'm sure he lasts longer than the average guy. And he definitely knows what he is doing, doesn't he?" Alicia smirks. "Just look at you, Val. You look hotter than ever!"

"Yeah, just look at the colour of her cheeks" Sara laughs.

"Urgh, ignore her" Alicia says, giving her a little push. "You've always looked great, don't get me wrong. But you've never looked this good, Val. You are glowing!" 

"And when you walked in, I saw a few guys looking at you" Sara adds.

"They probably were looking at Ferran because they recognised him" I say.

"No, they weren't. They were checking you out. So if I was him, I would not leave your side just in case." 

"And if I were you, I wouldn't leave his either" Alicia says, her eyes fixed on Ferran once again while taking a sip from her drink.

"Girls!"

"Oh, dear" I whisper when I hear Isabel's voice.

"Aww, girls. It is so nice seeing you here!" she says, hugging Alicia, Sara and Silvia. "Hello, Valeria."

"Hi" I reply.

"Congratulations, Isa!" Sara says, trying to lighten up the mood. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"Where is he?" Isabel asks me, completely ignoring her.

"Who?"

"That boyfriend of yours."

"Right here" Ferran says as he shows up next to me, putting his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. Before the party we had agreed about the arm, but not the kiss. "Isabel, right? It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Congratulations" he says with his best smile, taking her hand and kissing it, his eyes fixed on hers. He is giving her his fucker look as Pedri, Eric and Gavi call it, the one that gets him the girl 9 times out of 10.

"Hi" Isabel giggles, clearing her throat to try and hide it. But we have heard it. All of us have. Ferran's charm has worked on her too. "I thought you wouldn't be able to come and poor Valeria would be all alone" she says, back to her usual self.

"Almost, but you chose the perfect weekend to get married. Just after the preseason ended and before the season starts" he smiles.

"Ready to kick Real Madrid's ass?" Sara asks him before looking at me.

"She will kick my ass if we dare to win them" Ferran laughs. "Won't you, Val?"

"You will be sleeping on the sofa for a month, yes" I reply.

"If that's the case, my bed is very comfortable" Alicia smirks.

"Ali!" Sara laughs.

"What? I had to shoot my shot" she shrugs.

"I'm very flattered, but I only have eyes for one girl" Ferran smiles. 

"Yeah, well… Let's not get cheesy in public, shall we?" I say, feeling my cheeks on fire. I'm pretty sure he wasn't lying or pretending when he said that.

"Yes, please. It is my day, not Valeria's" Isabel says, reminding us that she still is there. 

"Of course. My apologies" Ferran says, using his famous look once again. Now Isabel is the one blushing.

"Yes… Umm… I better go find my future husband. Goodbye" she says, turning around and walking away as fast as she can.

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"Did you do that on purpose?" I ask Ferran once we are back in our room, the party finally over.

"Do what?"

"Flirt with Isabel and use your fucker look on her."

"I did, yes" he grins.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to see her reaction, if I could get to her. And I did. I'm sure she's spent the whole night hating herself because she has been turned on by her nemesis' boyfriend."

"Her nemesis" I laugh. "But she probably has. You made her giggle."

"I know" Ferran smirks. "Right or left?"

"Uh?"

"Which side of the bed do you prefer?"

"Oh, left. I like sleeping looking at the window."

"Ok" he says, taking off his shirt.

"You don't wear pyjamas either? Is that a Barça thing?"

"What?" he says, getting in bed.

"Pedri also sleeps in his underwear."

"I actually sleep naked, but, you know… I didn't want to make it more awkward."

"That's… that's very thoughtful. Thank you" I reply, quickly getting in bed too and trying to hide that I'm blushing.

"Yeah, thoughtful" he chuckles. "Bloody hell, Val."

"What happened now?"

"Your feet! They are frozen!"

"Oh, yes. Sorry. They are always like that" I shrug.

"Always?"

"Always. 24/7."

"How can Pedri sleep next to you when you have two blocks of ice for feet?"

"He doesn't mind. And he says that if he gets hot through the night, he can always count on them to help him cool down."

"That's… weird. But ok" Ferran chuckles.

"It's Pedri" I shrug again. "Anyway, good night. From the three of us."

"The three of… Val!" he complains when I touch his leg with my feet.

"Night night" I smile.

"Night night, yes" he replies, sticking out his tongue and moving his legs as away from mine as he can. 

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"At first I wasn't going to wear flat shoes because, who wears flat shoes for a wedding? But I don't know how to walk on heels, so in the end I said, fuck it. You can barely see them with the dress, and by the end of the night everyone will be barefoot and…"

"Val… Val!" Pedri laughs over facetime.

"What?"

"You are rambling."

"Am I?"

"You are" Ferran says while retouching his hair in front of the mirror.

"Sorry, I just… I am a bit nervous" I sigh.

"Just a bit?" Pedri laughs again.

"Yes" I reply, sticking out my tongue.

"You'll be fine, Val. You don't have any reason to be nervous."

"Don't I?" I say, trying to nod towards Ferran without him noticing.

"You don't" Pedri insists. 

"If Isabel tries something you know we can use my charm on her" Ferran says, still busy with his hair. It is taking him a lot more time than it took me, and he has a lot less.

"The fucker look almost never fails" Pedri says. "So relax and enjoy the day, ok?"

"Ok" I sigh again.

"You look beautiful, Val" he smiles.

"Do I?"

"You do. Doesn't she, Gavi? Gavi. Pablo!"

"What!" Gavi says. He is sitting next to Pedri, waiting for our call to end so they can go back to playing FIFA.

"Doesn't Val look beautiful?"

"Oh, yes" he replies, not lifting his eyes from his phone.

"Thank you, Pablo" I chuckle. "He is talking to her, isn't he?"

"When isn't he?" Pedri says, rolling his eyes.

"Don't let the teenagers know that the it boys are currently taken, their hearts may not take it" I smirk.

"Meh meh meh" Pedri replies.

"Ok, I'm ready" Ferran says. "You?"

"Yep."

"Then let's go."

"Have fun, guys" Pedri says. "And Val…"

"I'll try to relax and enjoy the day."

"I was going to say that I love you" he says. "But that too." 

"I love you too" I smile before hanging up.

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"I'm glad Isabel left you out of the bridesmaids" Ferran says as we watch all the girls walk down the aisle.

"Why?" 

"You look stunning on the dress you picked, but if it had been down to her, I'm sure she would have chosen the ugliest one she could find."

"Definitely" I chuckle. "Do you think anyone has noticed?"

"That you look more beautiful than them?" 

"That I am the only one from our group of friends she left out" I say, trying to ignore Ferran's compliment. Again.

"Nah, I don't think they care. And here she comes" he says when the music changes, everyone looking at the end of the white carpet that leads to the aisle. "100€ she looks our way when she walks past us."

"Ferran, I'm not gonna bet any money" I laugh.

"Ok, fine. No betting. But she will definitely look. Should we do something?"

"Something like what?" I ask.

"Can I improvise?"

"I don't like it when you improvise."

"I won't kiss you, I promise."

"You better" I say before turning to look at Isabel. She is very close to where we are, smiling and saying hello to everyone. And she looks beautiful, I can't deny her that. "Shit!" I jump when I feel Ferran's arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

"It's part of the plan. Relax" he says next to my ear. "But you should put your hands around mine."

"What?"

"Just do it, Val."

"Ok" I sigh, doing as he says and interlacing my fingers with his. 

"She's gonna look" he whispers, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"She…" She is looking at us. At first she looks all smug, but after noticing Ferran behind me, her face changes. And when he kisses my shoulder, she quickly looks away, her smile gone.

"Told you" he chuckles. 

"I thought we had said no kisses."

"On the lips."

"Yeah, well. We should… You know" I say, letting go of his hands. "The ceremony is about to start."

"Yes, of course" he replies, moving his too. But he does it slowly, definitely taking his time. 

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"They look cute" Silvia says while we watch Isabel and Marc do their first dance as a married couple.

"Yeah, I guess" I say, trying to focus on them dancing and not on Ferran standing behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders while his thumbs make small circles on my skin.

"Aww, and now their parents. Marc's mum looks so nervous…"

"Uhm…" I reply, Ferran's thumbs now moving to the back of my neck and slowly massaging it. Why am I allowing him to do this? It isn't part of our arrangement.

"Oh, our turn!" Silvia says, taking Pau's hand and dragging him to the dancefloor as everyone else joins the bride and groom and their families.

"Are we dancing too?" Ferran asks me.

"Do you want to?"

"I am not the best dancer but sure, why not?" he says, his hands finally moving from my body. "My Lady Valeria" he smiles, now offering me his hand.

"Lord Ferran" I chuckle, taking it and following him to join the others.

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I don't know for how long we've been dancing and singing, but I do know that I am having the time of my life. Maybe because I've had a few more beers than what I am used to and I am a bit tipsy, maybe because the dj is playing hit after hit.

I've sung my heart out with Silvia, Alicia and Sara, we've had a battle of boys dancing vs. girls, Alicia made her dream of being all over Ferran come true while they danced together and we all cheered for them, and now… now it is him and I the ones who are dancing together, barely any space between us.

My back is against his chest, his arms around my waist, mine around his neck. And his lips are leaving small kisses on my jawline, making me giggle while we just move to the rhythm of the music. 

When it changes, he pulls me closer towards him, moving his head to kiss my neck. At first I barely notice it, but as he gets closer to the spot that makes my knees feel like jelly, I can feel my body tensing, one of my hands moving up and down the back of his neck. And then, he finds it.

A gasp escapes my lips, goosebumps going down my spine as the hand that is on his hair looks for something to hold to like it is used to. But it finds nothing. Because this is Ferran. He isn't…

"Val" he whispers into my ear, the feeling sending another wave of goosebumps over my body and making me forget about what I was thinking before he quickly turns me around, the movement making me feel a bit dizzy. His hands still are on my waist, pulling me even closer to him and then… then his lips meet mine.

He is kissing me. Ferran is kissing me again.

But unlike that day at the school, I don't freak out. This time I find myself wrapping my arms around his neck, letting him take control over the kiss and be the one in charge while I just let go.