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[3k] too many shots and a bet leads to a very interesting night out. it's just a shame neither of them can remember it and the whole world is discovering the details alongside with them.

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RING! RING!

The first thing you were painfully aware of was the annoying shrill of your phone echoing from some distant corner of the room.

RING! RING!

The second thing was the fact you had forgotten to close the blinds last night, meaning the blinding rays of the Nevada sun were doing their best job in dragging you out of your comforting slumber like irritating parasites.

RING! RING!

And the third thing was that whoever was trying to call you was seemingly very insistent to get in contact with you, if the three calls in a row (that you were so far aware of) were anything to go by.

RING! RING!

“Oh my god,” you groaned as you pulled the edges of the pillow over your ears, hoping it would muffle the ringing shrills. But when the phone continued to ring and the noise only seemed to get louder, you were forced to throw your hand out and blindly try to grasp the cursed device in hopes of making the noise stop.

Your fingers wrapped around the buzzing phone, your eyes still firmly kept shut as you kept tapping the screen until the ringing stopped before you brought it to your ear. “You better have a good fucking reason for calling me.”

“I hope you are doing something you enjoy.”

You frowned, your brain taking a few moments to process the voice coming through. “Arthur?”

“Like, I hope you are fulfilling your lifelong wish right now.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” You grumbled, exhaustion hitting your body just as badly as the rays of sunlight shining through the open blinds were. “It’s too early for your riddles.”

“I am just saying that I think you should be doing something you love before Charles kills you.”

You let out a non-committing hum. “And why would he kill me?”

“Many reasons but I think getting married in Vegas last night is easily the top of the list right now.”

Your eyes shot open when you heard the words leave Arthur’s mouth. It felt like ice had doused your entire body as you quickly sat up in the hotel bed, now painfully aware of the pounding headache that only tequila could give you.

“WHAT?”

“Congrats, by the way. I do pity the poor guy you locked up though.”

Now painfully aware of the situation, your eyes grabbing onto any detail that would hopefully prove your brother wrong. Unfortunately, all you seemed to find was evidence that he was telling the truth if the white dress, the horribly large costume jewelry ring on your finger and the abandoned veil with ‘NEW BRIDE’ on the floor were anything to go by.

“Oh my fucking god,” you breathed out, feeling though as you were going to empty your stomach’s contents any moment now. “How do you know? Why didn’t you stop me?!”

“I wasn’t with you! I just opened Twitter and found pictures of my sister outside a wedding chapel and all over some random guy!”

“I married a stranger,” you hissed out, your lips parting in shock. Tequila made you do many questionable things, but even this was bad for you.

“He’s your husband, it’s a bit offensive to call him a stranger.”

“Arthur, I swear to god—” You cut yourself off as your eyes fell on the large lump in the bed next to you. It took you an embarrassingly long time to realise it was another human. It took you even longer to tear your eyes away from the cheap suit he was wearing before you looked up at his face. “Oh my fucking god.”

“What?”

“Charles is going to kill me,” you breathed out, your heart pounding like it was lodged in your throat.

“Yes, we established that when I called you—”

“Charles is going to kill me when he finds out I married Max,” you continued, lost in your own daze that you barely acknowledge your spluttering brother on the other side of the phone.

“YOU MARRIED MAX VERSTAPPEN?!”

Unfortunately for Arthur’s sake, you quickly hung up the phone. You could barely process the fact the Dutch driver was currently passed out on the bed next to you, let alone doing so with your brother screeching in your ear the whole time. The phone was abandoned on the bed as you stared at the Dutchman, your brain working on overdrive as you tried to work out what to do next.

So, you did what any reasonable person would do and shoved him off the bed.

“OW!”

You froze for a moment before you crawled over to the other side of the bed, peaking over the edge and down at Max who was currently groaning on the floor from his impromptu wake up call.

“What the fuck was that about?” He grumbled, blinking a few times before he realised who was hovering over him. “What the fuck are you doing in my hotel room?”

“This is actually my hotel room,” you replied.

“Oh,” he muttered. “Then, what the fuck am I doing in your hotel room?”

“Well, it’s what a married couple do,” you commented.

Max’s brows furrowed together. “What?”

You lifted your left hand, the ring now on display and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head before the realisation hit him. “Do you think this counts as our honeymoon?”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

...

“How did this happen?”

“Tequila,” you muttered with your nose scrunched in disgust as you watched the Dutchman begin to pace the hotel room. If you cared enough, you would be concerned about him wearing down the carpet. Though as of the current moment, your priorities were currently elsewhere.

Max turned to look down at the certificate he had found stranded beside your veil on the floor, your names and signatures clearly printed on the piece of paper—which took out the small piece of hope that this was just some elaborate prank set up by Arthur.

“How did we get that drunk though?” Max questioned, his brows furrowed together. If he wasn’t so confused, he would be more embarrassed at the fact he clearly couldn’t handle his alcohol as well as he once could.

“Well, it’s your fault,” you commented casually, which had the boy whirling around to face you.

“How is this my fault?” Max scoffed.

“You made the bet!”

Max’s frown deepened. “What bet?”

“At the hotel bar,” you stated like it was a basic fact he should have remembered. “When I bumped into you—”

“We bumped into each other,” Max chided.

“—you were the one to suggest shots,” you pointed out.

Max gave you a look. “How is that a bet?”

“Because you said I couldn’t outdrink you. I said you would be a sore loser. And then you bought us ten shots each.”

He blinked. “Huh.”

“I’m pretty sure it was also your idea to go to another bar afterwards when we got kicked out the hotel bar,” you said in a sing-song voice.

Max scoffed. “Absolutely not. You were the one that said only losers go to bed after one bar.”

You shrugged. “I stand by it.”

Max let out a laugh, a little breathless like he was trying to hide it. He shook his head, glancing down at the certificate one more time before shrugging. “It’s not really that bad, to be honest. A bit embarrassing, but what people don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Your expression turned sheepish. “About that…”

“Who knows?” He asked in a blunt voice.

“Well, Arthur knows,” you started.

“That’s not that bad,” Max scoffed, his shoulders relaxing. “Wait. Charles doesn’t know, does he?”

“Not yet,” you said before quickly continuing. “But he probably will because the paparazzi caught us last night and now the pictures are all over the internet.”

Max blinked. “AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO START WITH THAT?”

“You’re grumpy when you wake up!” You defended, watching as the boy rolled his eyes at you.

“The whole world thinks we are married!” Max countered before sputtering out a laugh. “Well, we are married. Or we aren’t. I’m still not totally sure but I don’t need your brother chopping off my balls over it!”

“He wouldn’t!”

Max shot you a look.

“Okay, he would,” you grimaced before giving him a shaky smile. “But he doesn’t know yet so we should be in the clear—”

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

...

“Okay, I have good news and bad news.”

Max looked at you expectantly. “And?”

“Bad news: Charles now knows,” you said with a shaky smile. “Good news: he doesn’t know it’s you!”

Max pressed his fingers into his temples, trying to rub soothing circles. “Fucking hell.”

“But also bad news: he is coming here right now as we speak so we should probably—” You started, fully set on grabbing what you needed and hiding out somewhere else in the hotel until Charles calmed down. However, your plans were put on hold when you heard a groan from the bathroom.

“CAN YOU BOTH PLEASE SHUT UP?”

Your gaze caught Max’s as you stared at each other, both with expressions mixed between confusion and surprise. A few seconds passed before you were both clambering off the bed, heading towards the bathroom where you threw the door open and scrambled to turn on the light before you both froze in the doorway at the sight in front of you.

“Now that was unnecessary.”

You gaped at the sight of Yuki curled up in the bathtub, dressed in a similar looking suit to the one Max was wearing along with what you were certain was the shower curtain placed over him like a blanket. He had a pillow behind his head and sunglasses over his eyes, and for all intents and purposes, he looked fairly comfortable.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out. “I married two drivers last night?!”

“I hope you at least married me before Yuki,” Max grumbled, only to let out a small wince when you elbowed him. “God, you’re a difficult wife.”

“Kinda going through something,” you snapped back before your eyes moved back to the Japanese driver. “I can’t believe I married you and Yuki.”

The driver in the tub let out a scoff mixed with a laugh. “Please, you didn’t marry me. You’re not my type.”

You blinked, unsure whether or not you should have been offended by his comment.

“The ring on your finger says otherwise, mate,” Max commented, the ring a matching one with the one that was currently on your left hand.

“I married someone but not you,” Yuki said as he waved you off, nuzzling his face back into the pillow. “And our wedding was much classier than yours.”

“I—” You frowned. “You remember?”

“Yeah, you said you wanted witnesses,” Yuki grumbled, bringing the shower curtain up until it was tucked under his chin. “You also dragged Lando out so he would take your photos.”

Max gaped. “Lando was there? Lando knows?!”

“Yes, now can you please go bother him?” Yuki muttered under his breath. “And turn the lights off as you leave. Only wake me up when you order food.”

...

“Don’t make me an accomplice in your crimes.”

“Shut up and let us in.”

You weren’t surprised to find that Lando and Logan were already in the room, both with looks of amusement on their faces as they watched you and Max wander in—still dressed in your wedding clothes from the night before.

You wanted to slap the smug looks off their face.

“Is it really a good idea to hide here?” Max asked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, feeling as though the headache pounding through his head had nothing to do with the alcohol he consumed last night and more to do with the mess you both had created.

“It buys us time,” you insisted.

“On the chance that Arthur doesn’t rat you out,” Logan added.

“You told Arthur where I was?” Your eyes widened before you turned to look at Oscar. “Do you want me dead?”

“You know, something about the way you’re wording that makes me feel like it’s a trick question,” Oscar commented with a suspicious look on his face.

“Oh my god, I’m going to die today,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head.

“It’s kinda romantic that you guys will die together,” Lando chimed in as he grinned between you and Max.

“If I survive today, I’m going to run you over,” Max threatened with a strained smile on his lips.

Lando snorted, shrugging. “Yeah but the chances of that happening are low so…”

“Your brother doesn’t even know my room number,” Oscar pointed out. “It will take him ages to convince the desk to give it to him or even hunt—”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“This is what English teachers meant when they taught us poetic irony,” Lando laughed, all giddy and happy.

“Like you paid attention,” you grumbled, eyes narrowing on the boy before you turned back to the door. “Don’t answer it.”

Oscar’s eyes widened. “I can’t not answer it.”

“Yes, you can,” you said bluntly. “Just don't open the door.”

“He knows we are in here,” he hissed.

“We don’t know that for sure.”

“OPEN UP! I CAN HEAR YOU! SOMEONE OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD—”

“Even more reason not to open the door,” you said, pressing your lips together to hide the wince that you wanted to let out as Charles thumped on the door again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Max grumbled as he quickly stood up, ignoring your pleas to just pretend your brother didn’t exist. He reached the door, yanked it open and braced himself for the wrath of an angry Charles Leclerc.

Much to his surprise, the Monegasque barged straight past him and headed straight for Oscar instead.

“You!” Charles gritted out through clenched teeth as he reached to grab Oscar’s collar, firsting the material in his hands. “What do you have to say to yourself?”

Oscar’s eyes widened as Charles backed him into a wall. “What?!”

“Marrying my sister in Vegas? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Charles continued.

It didn’t take long for Lando to descend into a fit of giggles, practically on the floor if it weren’t for the fact Logan was keeping him on the bed. Somewhere still standing by the door, Arthur stood with an amused look on his face that only grew wider when he saw your confused and shocked expression too.

“I didn’t marry your sister!” Oscar said to him, trying to push the boy away but he was latched on tightly. “I was literally in bed by nine!”

“Loser,” Logan grumbled under his breath.

Charles faltered, his eyebrows furrowing together. “What?”

“I wasn’t the guy to marry your sister,” Oscar repeated, finally managing to pull Charles’ hands off him. “I don’t think there is enough alcohol in the world for me to do that.”

“First Yuki and now him,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“If you didn’t marry her, then who did?” Charles questioned.

It was almost comical how quickly everyone turned to look at Max, who was still standing by the door and looked like he was contemplating just dashing out the room.

“You,” Charles muttered out, his eyes narrowing on the Dutchman.

“In my defence,” Max started as he gave the boy a smile, though it didn’t seem as confident as he was hoping it would be. “I didn’t know I married her either.”

“I am right here,” you huffed. “Jesus Christ.”

“I am going to—”

“Nothing. You’re going to do nothing,” you jumped in, taking a step so you were blocking his line of vision of Max. “It’s just a…phoney, fake marriage. It’s not that big of a deal, Charles. People will forget by next weekend anyways.”

“Uh,” Logan cleared his throat. “It’s actually very legal all over the US and in some other places—”

“Shut up, Logan.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Charles narrowed his eyes on you. “You’re not allowed to marry him.”

“I already did,” you pointed out with a sheepish expression.

“I don’t care.”

“Charles,” you stepped towards him, though the boy still looked like he was contemplating parading into the paddock with Max’s head on a stick. “Charlie, please. Don’t do something stupid because you’re annoyed.”

“I want to cut his dick off,” Charles told you.

“I know.”

“And you can no longer have alcohol unsupervised.”

“That’s a tad dramatic.”

“And no consummating the marriage.”

“That would be difficult to do if you cut off his dick anyways.”

“Can we stop talking about my dick?” Max chimed in with his hands locked in front of him, almost protectively.

Charles sighed. “But I promise I won’t kill either of you. Today.”

You grinned as you reached towards your brother, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him into a hug. “Thank you.”

“You should tell Maman before she finds out through the internet,” he murmured, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Maybe shower first. You stink of tequila.”

“That would be kinda hard to do considering Yuki is currently asleep in my bathtub,” you commented.

Charles opened his mouth to reply but just shook his head. “I’m not even gonna ask.”

“Good, because I don’t have answers,” you murmured with your lips turned down. “And he’s really snappy when you try to get them from him.”

Charles snorted.

“So, that’s it?” Lando suddenly spoke up from behind you both. “God, that was not worth getting out of bed for. I expected more drama.”

“I’m still pissed at you,” you told the Brit, who just grinned.

“I’ll send you the photos later, don’t you worry,” he said like he didn’t just hear the words that left your mouth. “Maybe one of them will inspire angry Charles again.”

“Please don’t,” Max grumbled.

“It won’t be necessary because we are finding a divorce lawyer,” Charles stated simply, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head before he began making his way to the door, nodding for Arthur to follow him. “Both of you get dressed. We are leaving in an hour.”

Both you and Max gaped at the boy, but he didn’t notice.

“And someone take one for the team and wake up Yuki. I vote Lando.”

Lando frowned. “Woah, wait a second–”

“ONE HOUR PEOPLE!!”

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STAR STUDDED BAGGAGE [1].

SYNOPSIS. the saying “never meet your idols” exists for a reason. you just didn’t expect the reason to be because said idols would end up declaring that you’re their alleged lover from a past life (past lives, rather). now you have three big celebrities vying for your attention, and it’s not as dreamlike as you imagined it to be.

PAIRINGS. choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRES. reincarnation! au, celebrity! au (soloist! yeonjun, actor! soobin, rock band member! beomgyu), slight college! au, slight historical! au, rom-com, angst if you squint, reverse harem woohoo. WARNINGS. swearing, secondhand stress HHAHAHAH. WORD COUNT. 2.9k.

TAGLIST. @seokgyuu @spjhyn @bat-shark-repellant @writingmeraki @lotties-readings @jenodreamer @gyuspeach @lexawoah13 @dvalitaes @agustdiv1ne @enhacatalog @soobs-things @tocupid @wonsays @kgneptun @sarang-ae @peaceout97 @outrologist @prettypei @luv4cheol @captivq @kueey @matcha-binz @loveherrschxr @haechology @bitehee @laylasbunbunny

NOTE. and so it begins!! grabbed seventeen’s “second life” and gave it to beomgyu’s band, by the way. future chapters will be a lot longer bcs this one is sort of just an introduction. please lmk what u think so far!!

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CHAPTER 1 — the consequences of working with a choi.

One.

“I told you I won’t do any romance dramas!”

Choi Soobin isn’t usually one to throw tantrums. He’s gentleness itself, says the media. The loveliest, most humble and soft-spoken angel to have ever graced South Korea’s entertainment industry. Interviewees praise him for being so kind and warm. Award-winning actor Lee Minyuk decided to adopt him the day they first met while working on a drama just a year ago.

He’s so nice, so sweet, so lovely— a stark contrast to the roles he usually plays, but that doesn’t take away from the songs of praise that articles and Twitter posts usually string along with Choi Soobin’s name.

All of this is true of course. As long as you’re not contractually obligated to babysit his whiny, picky, six foot tall ass every single day.

“Soobin, why don’t you give it another—”

“This is ridiculous,” he huffs, crossed armed on the sofa with a tattered script sitting on the low coffee table before him. Manager Lee feels a headache kicking in. Why is this bastard acting up when the interns are in the office? Those two simply wanted to deliver the scripts for Soobin to pick from, but they are looking at his actor’s surprising behavior with wide eyes. Now, it’s going to be his job to make sure that they don’t run their mouths about the nation’s alleged first love actually being a spoiled brat.

“Soobin,” Manager Lee exhales for the nth time. This script is from Writer Kang. The Writer Kang! She wrote this script with you in mind as the lead. Can you at least maybe reconsider—”

“I’m not doing it.” Soobin won’t budge. He’s got a visibly troubled and offended look on his face and his manager wants to smack him upside in the head. How could he not understand that this is an opportunity of a lifetime? “Hyung, you know the reason why I even signed to this company in the first place. I’m not doing it. Absolutely not.”

He picks up the script like it’s a dirty rag— disgusted expression to match— only to reveal a page that suddenly prompts him to throw the entire thing across the room. The two interns flinch. Manager Lee feels his hair turning gray by the second.

“There’s a kissing sce— agh! Gosh! What will my soulmate think if she sees me kissing another woman?!”

“Soul...soulmate?” unfortunate intern number one voices out hesitantly.

“Is...Choi Soobin seeing someone right now?” asks number two, and Manager Lee wants to retire early. His actor is still ranting on and on about how there’s no way in hell he’s taking on this role. He doesn’t really wanna deal with that right now.

“No. He’s not seeing anybody. He’s never been in a relationship before.”

Manager Lee knows this because he’s been Soobin’s manager since the young star was still seventeen, when he was still as nice and well-behaved as the tabloids made him out to be. That same kid is now a grown adult and shuddering over a possible kissing scene in a screenplay. “Ahh. I can’t do this, I seriously can’t do this, hyung!” Fame does change people. Manager Lee wants seventeen year-old Soobin back.

“Then...then who is his soulmate…?”

It’s hard to imagine that an A-List star like Choi Soobin is suffering from unrequited love. “A woman from his past life,” answers Manager Lee. “Or so he says.” The interns look at him. Come—come again? their expressions seem to say. Manager Lee lets out an exasperated sigh. This one’s even harder to comprehend.

“Hyung,” Soobin finally calls out for him. Lee returns his attention to his artist, who’s now flipping through the other scripts on the table with an even more disgruntled expression. “Hyung, are these all the offers I have? They’re all romance! Don’t we have other options?!”

“The CEO wants you to expand your roles, Soobin,” Manager Lee flatly replies. “Your fans too. You can’t keep doing action-mystery-thrillers forever. It’s a waste of your visuals. They want to see you in lighter things too.” He walks over to pick up the first rejected script from the floor, dropping it in front of Soobin, who is currently a deflated balloon.

He’s changed. But sometimes it feels as though his artist hasn’t grown up ever since they first met.

“If you take Writer Kang’s drama, you’ll get even bigger, Soobin.”

“I’m not interested in fame,” Soobin mumbles, shoulders slacked and dejected. “I just want—”

“If you gain ever more fame, expand your reach, won’t that mean your soulmate can find you sooner as well?” Soobin takes the bait. He flinches upon hearing the word he’s been chasing after ever since, a glimpse of consideration flashing through his expression as he nips down his bottom lip. Manager Kim lands a hand on his shoulder. “Think about it, kid. You shouldn’t waste opportunities like this.”

Soobin lets out a breath. “I’ll...I’ll give it some thought.”

Dear god, finally. Manager Lee ushers out a sulky and troubled Soobin out into the hall with the script hugged against his chest and tells him to relax for the day. “Don’t overthink it. Just do what you want to do,” he says, after gaslighting him into positively considering the role. Still, Soobin needs this. He’s been stagnating since his last project, Study Group. He needs to switch up genres if he wants to improve.

“Wow,” intern number two exhales the moment Soobin leaves the premises. “You really are a veteran, sir. But does Choi Soobin’s soulmate really exist? Who is he looking for?”

Manager Lee shrugs and drops onto the sofa with a grunt. “Beats me. He doesn’t even know her name.”

Two.

“Yeonjun! Choi Yeonjun, look over here!”

“Choi Yeonjun, you look good today as well!”

“Please give a heart to the camera!”

“Fuck! Choi Yeonjun, you’re so fucking hot!”

That last one made Yeonjun’s mouth twitch into a smirk, and the screaming instantly became louder. Unintentional, but he relishes in the attention, anyway. He flips down his sunglasses to block the flashing lights from the cameras (causing another unintentional pandemonium), and his manager (Kim Noona, he likes to affectionately call when she’s about to yank out his hair roots for misbehaving) quickly ushers him into van before his rabid fans break through the bodyguards’ defenses and jump him.

“Good work today,” says Manager Kim as they start to drive away from the fansign venue. Yeonjun has his window rolled down and is blowing air kisses to the crowd. Ignorance is bliss, Manager Kim decides. “However, you don’t have time to run a catwalk on the way to the van tomorrow since you have another schedule immediately after the fansign. Try to strut for two minutes max tomorrow, please.”

“‘Kayyy,” Yeonjun hums, rolling the tinted windows back up and leaning back into the car seat with a satisfied groan. They’re on the way back to his apartment now. Time for him to start his routine. “Noona, do you have all the letters I got today?”

“Look to your left.”

And there it is indeed— a stack of notes and envelopes and perfume-drenched messages of love and adoring affection. He flits through each one, skimming over every note and every letter like he’s looking for something. “Sleep early tonight,” Manager Kim tells him as he knits his brows, nearing the end of the stack. “You have a shoot in the morning, in case you forgot.”

Yeonjun is back at the first letter he started with. Nothing, he lets out a sigh. Not one that he’s looking for.”

“Noona,” he calls out. “I’m going live right now.”

There’s a bump on the road.

“No, wait—”

[🔴 yawnzzn is live].

“Hehe. Yeonjunnie is here—!”

Manager Kim abruptly stops the car. Thank fucking god the road isn’t too crowded. She watches Yeonjun from the rearview mirror as he smiles at the outstretched camera and makes casual greetings and hello’s to the viewers, heart racing in fear. “Right now? I’m on the way back home. Can’t wait to get a nice shower once I get back.” Okay, she lets in a deep breath, starting the car once more. Yeonjun isn’t doing anything weird yet. Better to drop him off as soon as possible.

“Nooo, I haven’t had dinner yet, I’ll order once I get home. What do you guys recommend?”

He’s being normal. He’s acting fine. This is good.

“Ramen? That sounds good. Kimchi jjigae is also yummy.”

Maybe he just wanted to interact more with his fans, yes. He’s always been like that. Maybe he won’t say anything rash this time.

“Oh! The video with Mark Lee from NCT? Did you see us hugging? Hehe, Mark and I look good together?” They’re almost at his apartment building. They’re almost here. Once they arrive, Yeonjun will turn off the livestream and Manager Kim can finally fucking retire for the day. “That’s cute. But it’s too bad. I’m already interested in someone else.”

Screeeech!

The car stops. “Yeonjun.” But Yeonjun’s live stream is still ongoing. “Turn off the live.”

Yeonjun is smiling at his phone in painful ignorance. Manager Kim doesn’t miss the one second glance he spares at her. One second. One mere second before he starts inciting chaos even more. “Who? That’s a secretttt. I don’t want to tell you.”

Manager Kim’s phone starts buzzing. “Yeonjun, turn it off.” The buzzing won’t stop. Her personal phone starts going off as well

“Ah. Should I give you a hint?”

There’s an incoming call now.

“Choi Yeonjun, turn off the god damned—”

“Okay!” Yeonjun suddenly exclaims. He flashes a knowing smile to the camera, but his dearly stressed and overworked manager knows that it’s directed to her rather than the thousands of people witnessing the artist she’s in charge of stirring his third rumor of the week. Her phone won’t stop buzzing, it can be used as a fucking vibrator at this point. Choi Yeonjun is lucky he rakes in most of the agency’s profits— otherwise his contract would be terminated by now. “I have to go. My manager looks like she’s about to fire me, hehe. See you all tomorrow! Mwah!”

Just like that, the live stream ends, but Manager Kim’s phone is still incessantly ringing and beeping and giving the signal that Choi Yeonjun will once again go trending on Twitter— not in the way the company wants. Again. “Kim Noona?” Yeonjun calls out. “The light is green. The cars behind are honking at us.”

Manager Kim’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Yeonjun.” And they start moving again. “What are you gonna do once you get home?”

“Post a damage control photo. Got it.”

He knows. He knows yet he keeps pulling the same shit every week.

“Good...good— just,” his manager lets out a sigh, and they arrive at the front of his building. “No matter what I tell you, you won’t stop pulling these stunts, aren’t you?”

“Nope.” Yeonjun flashes her a grin, unbuckling his seatbelt, ready to slide the door open. “Thanks, noona! See you tomorrow!”

With that, Yeonjun leaves with a bounce in his step right after the mess he just made.

The problem is, Manager Kim can’t tell him to stop either after knowing exactly why he’s doing all of these scandal-bait, potentially career damaging things. It’s not something she can believe in, and it’s definitely not within the realm of reality. But after seeing the look on her artist’s eyes when he said— how many more headlines must he make until you can finally find your way back to him?

Well. All Manager Kim can do is work PR to their deaths for damage control.

Three.

“Why don’t we kick it off by listening to your latest single?”

Studio lights burn the set. Five seats are settled in place, four against one for an interview with one of the hottest K-Rock groups of the generation. Yeong-Il released a new single just earlier in the week, and it’s topped the charts ever since release.

If I am given a second life I may live and breathe differently compared to now

Lee Heeseung looks happy to be here. So do Yang Jeongin and Lim Jimin. Choi Beomgyu, on the other hand, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but here right now, complete with the faraway look on his face as he’s clearly not paying attention to the comments the host is making, instead drowning in melody and lyrics hummed by the speakers.

Among the streets we’ll walk past each other without knowing

“It’s quite different from our usual music, no?” Heeseung laughs.

I hope we remember each other

“Right!” Jeongin chimes in. “But I think we should hear from the man who produced and wrote this.”

Even in our next life Even at that time, I’ll go to you

“Choi Beomgyu!”

Even in our next life Even at that time, I’ll go to you

“Beomgyu, are you awake?”

Even if a second life That’s different from now comes to me The one thing I can say is That I’m going to be by your side

“Beomgyu!”

“Ah.” Beomgyu finally wakes up. He catches the concerned and nervous glances of his friends-slash-bandmates. Beomgyu takes the microphone from Jimin, tapping it once, before saying, “What do I do? It’s a little embarrassing to talk about this by myself.” Jeongin fails to hold back a snort at his lack of sincerity. Jimin sends him a nudge with his elbow.

“Hey, this isn’t the first time you’ve written a song. Quit acting coy,” Heeseung manages to salvage the conversation, invisible sweat dripping down the side of his face. Beomgyu finally decides to stop stalling and answers the question.

“Well, anyhow, I think you can tell from the lyrics. Second Life is about a love that extends beyond lifetimes— promising that even after we’ve lived, died, and reborn as different people, there is still no one I’d love but you.” There’s some coughs from his bandmates. Beomgyu presses his lips into a smile. “That’s it.” And passes the microphone back to whoever reaches out for it first.

This kind of behavior from Yeong-il’s guitarist and vocalist isn’t new.

The problem is, even though his team and fans are used to it, not everyone is, so the show’s host is taken aback by Beomgyu’s complete lack of care, unaffected and impenetrable. He stifles out a cough, flits through his cue cards. “O—oh, how romantic!” he exclaims. “I’ve noticed that a lot of your other songs that Choi Beomgyu-ssi has written seem to have a similar theme. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, it’s not really a secret, and it’s honestly pretty obvious,” Beomgyu answers, earning another nudge from Jimin.

“He doesn’t seem like it, but Beomgyu is the biggest romanticist out of all of us,” Heeseung saves the day once more. Choi Beomgyu has been once dubbed as the biggest hurdle in every interviewer’s career. Nobody knows if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he really is just like that.

“We—well, can we ask what your inspiration is for writing this kind of music?”

It’s not a new question. It’s a question asked interview after interview to Choi Beomgyu whenever they release one of his songs riddled with his signatures of reincarnation, second lives, and first loves. But he’s always avoided answering them, sometimes going as far as outright telling the host that he doesn’t want to answer.

Though his bandmates are indeed both dreading and looking forward to the day Beomgyu would finally make a public answer to that million dollar question—

“Myself.”

—they certainly did not expect him to answer with the truth.

“What?”

“The tracks were inspired by myself,” he says, face flat, free from any sign of humor or jest. “I’m still waiting for my first love from my first life. There must be a reason why I still remember her and the life we shared. Doesn’t that mean we’re both destined to meet again?”

Silence washes over. Everyone on set is looking at Beomgyu, waiting for him to laugh or smile or crack a joke or some shit just to give an indication that he wasn’t at all serious with that statement. Their managers are frozen. They’re all looking at Heeseung to finally and neatly wrap things up before the mood gets worse.

Heeseung gets the signal. He quickly snatches the microphone from his friend and starts making bullshit up and praying to god that this part gets edited out. “Aha—ahaha, Beomgyu really likes to remain in character! That’s how much he takes his music seriously! Anyway—”

The rest of the interview turns up normally. No unexpected backstory reveals or trauma-dumps. No mentions of possible supernatural phenomena whatsoever and that’s mostly because Beomgyu decided to keep quiet for the rest of it.

He’s seriously a ticking time bomb, all but him share the same thought upon exiting the studio, until Heeseung finally confronts him about it when they reach the van.

“Dude, what the hell was that?”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to nag me,” Beomgyu groans. “We can ask them not to air that part, anyway. I’m just getting impatient.”

Impatience.

That’s a mutual feeling shared by all three of them.

Twenty years. That’s how long they’ve been waiting. Centuries, if you count the period in between their previous lives and now. But when the person they’ve been waiting for finally shows up— patience will be a virtue that they’ll need to learn to strengthen. Patience. They’ll need to be a hell of a lot more patient if they want to take back what they lost.

STAR STUDDED BAGGAGE. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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tracksidequeen · 1 year

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Thrist Tweets

Request: Hi, could you write a drabble in where the reader reads thirsty tweets with Toto?

Warning: Boss!TotoxAssistant!Reader, some vulgar language, daddy?

Words: 900k+

*****

"Have you thought about it?"

With a mischievous smile on your face you walk in Toto's office and sit down on the sofa.

“Thought about what?” he asks confused. He takes off his reading glasses and folds them gently.

"The suggestion Paul gave you, about reading thirst tweets for the social media account. The fans would love it..."

"-I swear, this is why Paul gives me a headache on the daily," he interrupts you shaking his head and gets up. He walks over to sit down next to you, as you eye at him with a cheeky look on your face. "What?!"

"...I would love it.” You say with a sarcastic, whiney voice.

He laughs, and then his face goes blank. "No."

"Toto, c'mon, it's fun!" You give his shoulder a slight shove.

"No," he repeats, but the excited look on your face makes him hesitate. "What are they even saying on there anyways?"

"OH, they are allll over you!" you say as you instantly grab your phone and open the comment section under a picture of him on the Mercedes twitter account.

"Mind you; admin is probably busy muting half of the comments under your photo's... for obvious reasons."

"What? Muting- when? Why?" He looks at you confused, understanding half of what you just said.

"When admin posts something of you, the fans have - let's say - and interesting form of showing their love for you." You give him a cheeky side-eye.

"You are enjoying this too much for my liking," he says and you show him the comments. He takes his folded reading glasses from his shirt and puts them on. Instantly he raises his eyebrows.

"You'd be reading this out loud and responding to it in the video." He looks at the comments on your screen and shakes his head with blushing cheeks.

"Don't be shy, read it out," you say teasingly.

"No, this is insane." His words say he doesn't want it, yet he can't take his eyes off your phone and continues reading. You hear him mumble under his breath- "Toto can eat a pumpernickle off my body any time of the day." He looks back at you.

"Why would anyone want to do that?”

He says it in a confused manner, but you hear in his voice how it stroked his ego. “Crazy, crazy." Without waiting for your reply he diverts his attention back to the phone. He leans over and starts scrolling your phone.

"I'd let Mr Wolff break my back like a glow-stick." His loud laugh fills the office. “Well that’s a bit aggressive, don’t you think?”

"I mean, we're all thinking it, they just wrote it."

Without saying a word he looks at you and you feel your cheeks getting warm. You continue scrolling through the comments under another photo of him so the topic can switch. But he doesn’t let you off the hook that easily.

"So you're thinking it as well?"

With a lost look on your face you say, "huh, what are you talking about?" He raises his eyebrows in response, and smirks before looking at your phone again.

"Toto can use my ass as his table to slam on, and I'd still say 'thank you daddy.'" He says laughing, "they are really getting creative with ways to flatter me.”

He looks at you, and without taking his eyes off you he says, “Secretly one of these is from you."

"Well, don't flatter yourself too much, Toto."

"You'll start calling me dad soon as well." You look at him confused, "why?" He nods his head at your screen, "they called me 'dad' at the end right?"

You feel your heart drop from the nervousness. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d sit with your boss on his office sofa, discussing the terminology of the word...

"Daddy? You mean?"

"Yes, you'll start calling-" "Toto, nooo! That's not what they mean!" You say with part panic part hysterical laughter.

A questioning look emerges on his face as you can't stop laughing. "Well explain it then," he says. "Stop giggling so annoying."

He can't stand it when he doesn't understand something, and it's even worse when he's the center of the joke. "C'mon! Stop it, what?"

"Toto, they mean 'daddy', not as dad, but..." you say holding in your breath, but then you realise you're talking to your boss and suddenly your eyes fill with embarrassment. It's great how comfortable you feel around him, but there are some limits, you figure. "Toto, no, you're smart enough to figure this one out on your own."

"Would you call me daddy?"

"WHAT?" You say with widened eyes.

"I'm trying to figure out in which context you'd use- oooh." His face turns red. "I see."

"You're a joke Toto, absolutely ridiculous." You joke, to make him feel less uncomfortable for what he just said. But your efforts in making him less embarrassed was not necessary, because he rises above every situation.

"So, would you?" he asks with a smirk.

"Would I- what?"

"You can figure this one out on you own."

*****

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cher-rei · 4 months

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afterglow- pt.2 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold × fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

[wc: 2,1k] [part 1] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]

genre(s): friends?? to lovers, work romance, fluff

warnings: swearing

notes: guys I totally forgot that curtis has a girlfriend help💀 so I'm just gonna remove her completely and in here they're not together... it's for the plot I swear

"what the fuck?!"

"jamie!" your sister's voice echoed through the house to your bedroom that early wednesday morning. it was normal for her to scold at you whenever you swore anywhere near her. which was all the time seeing as the two of you shared an apartment.

you didn't bother apologising as usual though and sat up straight in your bed, your blankets dishevelled and a look of confusion plastered on your face. "no way," you gawked at your phone screen and ran your fingers through your hair to try and comprehend what had just happened.

"there's really no reason to be shouting at 7 in the morning." you brushed your sister's comment off, the older girl taking it as a sign to join you on the edge of your bed to see what had gotten you all riled up.

she let out a heavy sigh as she moved you over so that she could sit with you. "speak woman. I don't have all day."

you took a breath and turned to look at her, eager eyes staring you down for any sort of explanation you could give her. "Okay so basically I just woke up and obviously my first instinct is to check my insta and twitter notifications because I got a bunch."

she gave you a look. "which isn't anything new. probably just a few followers or something."

you pointed your index finger in her direction. "exactly. but then--"

you turned your phone in her direction, your twitter feed showing up. "--I saw that I was being tagged like crazy. only to realise that this whole liverpool pr thing is blowing up."

maya gave you another look. as if you to say 'what did you expect?'. she began to get up from the bed but you quickly caught her wrist and pulled her back down again, urging her to stay for the rest of the story.

"jamie," she sighed. "you have an entire fanbase, of course they're going to go crazy over something like this."

you shook you head. "that's what I thought. but then I decided to go check my instagram notifications because apparently..."

you turned your phone screen to maya, displaying your follower list and lo and behold right at the top, your most recents followers queued up.

"what the fuck?!"

you jumped up at your sister's reaction. "that's what I'm saying!"

jude bellingham was one thing. but the entire liverpool squad?? there was no reason for that to happen at all. you were just some random twitch streamer on the p.r team, nothing more.

was it because I kicked the ball on monday?? it was so because I kicked that ball on monday.

you weren't going back to the training center for a while though. there were too many errands to run and meeting to sit through. and today's meeting at 10 was sure to pile even more projects on your table.

the match on saturday against wolves was going to be a premier league match so a lot of preparation had to be done for the interviews. yesterday's meeting already gave you a headache so today was going to be something for sure.

"is jamie not coming in today as well?" curtis asked no one in particular while his eyes roamed the hallways, yet there was no sight of the girl anywhere.

from beside him, trent quirked an eyebrow and nudged his arm. "you're on a first name basis already huh? you work fast."

curtis scoffed at his comment, recalling mpnday afternoon's events all to clearly after jaimie had left. "hey I'm not the one who stalked all her socials the second she left."

"what?" trent raised his hands in defence. "she looked familiar so I had to check."

"who looked familiar?"

the two jumped up at the sudden question, their glares shot at dominik who had pushed in beside trent who only shook his head, not bothering to brush off dominik's arm that was slung over his shoulders.

"the new p.r girl," he answered and put his phone away.

"jamie?"

trent shot him a weird look and then to curtis who was smiling from ear to ear with an 'I told you so' look. "what so you're all just on a first name basis? how did that even happen?"

the conversation carried on until they got to the field and even during their warm-up session. but it still seemed off to trent who grew more an more confused whenever someone chimed in with an "are you talking about jamie?"

it didn't make sense to him. they barely knew her or had any decent conversations. what difference did asking about where she was from or how many siblings she had make? but either way, the team wondered why trent has such a big issue with it.

"did you guys know that jamie's a twitch streamer?"

"what the hell?" trent groaned in obvious frustration when ibou chimed in while they were doing their laps around the field.

"what? are you just going to call her 'ms carter' for the rest of your life?" ibou asked again with a low chuckle which got a small shrug from trent.

"obviously not. it's just that she's a staff member and has a job to do." he turned his head to look at curtis who seemed fed up either the mini lecture that he was getting, but he felt that it needed to be said.

"she's not here to be your friend or--"

"--I fully agree with you trent. I'm glad some of us have common sense," harvey retorted out of nowhere.

seriously. they didn't even know he was there. the smallest of the group was adorning a look of determination as he jogged alongside his teammates. one that screamed, 'I hate jamie carter.'

ibou scoffed from beside him. "oh shut up. you're just mad because she's taller than you."

the group couldn't hold back their laughter as they watched harvey go quiet, a look of defeat on his face as she shook his head to the side. he'd get her back. one day.

but with trent's issue, everyone's argument was that they were just trying to make her feel comfortable. and he could give them the benefit of the doubt there, he knew how fans tended to react to situations like this and their presence in general was probably a lot to her.

but there was no reason to be involved with her personally. okay so what if he was the first one to follow her on Instagram?? when dominik saw that he was stalking her account his first instinct was to take trent's phone and follow her, just to tease him.

but then everyone followed her so that was kind of pointless.

after a bit more back and forth banter curtis let out a sigh. "but either way, she's friends with jude in a way or something." he gave trent a cheeky smile and the right back couldn't help but roll his eyes, knowing very well where he was leading with this.

"and any friend of jude, is a friend of mine," he finished and put his hand on his chest causing ibou to laugh but oh boy he wasn't finished just yet.

curtis took a moment to clear his throat and looked behind their group to see dominik running along with darwin and cody, laughing about what ever.

"if this is like any movie I've watched, then someone is walking out with more than just a premier league trophy."

that earned him a harsh slap on the arm from ibou but he didn't care and instead ran up in front of trent, now taking the liberty to jog backwards to take him head on. "what do you say? are you going to keep that 'ms carter' thing up until she becomes mrs alexander-arnold"?

"boys!"

everyone immediately halted at the sound of virgil's voice booming from the front with robbo and salah. "am I going to have to chase you to make you run any faster?"

you sat in the meeting room that afternoon with your laptop in front of you and your attention drawn to the front where the projector was with the media teams director, marvin colesmen.

he was a a slender man no older than 40, with blonde hair that was styled to the side. he wore a polo shirt underneath his blazer with a very obnoxious pair of socks as well.

"regarding our performance, we're doing fairly well but there's much room for improvement. but let's all thank clara for the last minute camera replacement last week since the last one broke."

everyone at the table immediately turned to look at someone who you remembered to be shaun. all he did was roll his eyes, and judging by the death glares he was receiving he definitely broke that camera.

mental note: don't break anything. ever.

"ms carter?"

your head snapped to the front at the call of your name, a bubble of anxiety filling your stomach now that you were put on the spot.

"do you have any thoughts on anything I've said?"

thoughts?? I don't have any thoughts??

"uhm..." you sat upright in your chair as you trailed off to formulate a response. "I think that more attention should be drawn to the team's more laid back promotional content."

great answer.

marvin tipped his head to the side at the response in intrigue. "care to elaborate?"

not really.

you licked your lips as you thought. "coming from a supporter, the occasional training video and interview don't really attract attention."

you watched as marvin urged you on with a nod. "and I think we should expand our content to something more entertaining. it'll be more rewarding for them team that way as well, I'm sure they're tired of answering the same questions every other week," a small laugh left your lips but you immediately stopped.

the room was dead silent and the atmosphere was a little too hostile for your liking. it was obvious that everyone was waiting for marvin to either shoot you down mercilessly or agree with you. but the experience was nothing short of terrifying.

the director nodded his head and continued to mutter something to himself before sending you a smile. "I'm giving you a week to come up with entertaining alternatives. if you convince me enough, I'll give you what you need since you'll be with the team from next week onwards unless I need you. you'll be joining them on the trip to molineux saturday morning as well. I'm sure the fans wouldn't mind seeing you in the booth either."

what's that supposed to mean?

when the meeting was finally over you didn't waste a second and rushed to pack your things and get in your car. you needed to hurry if you wanted to miss the rush hour traffic but of course you were wrong and sat in the car for an extra 40 minutes. lovely.

by the time you got back home, you felt as if every bit of energy had be drained from your body. you dropped your keys onto the counter in front of the door and kicked off your shoes.

"jamie?"

you let out a groggy "yeah" and dragged yourself to the kitchen where your sister was finishing up supper. you didn't say much and took your usual seat on one of the barstools and rested your head on your arm.

"so," maya poked your head. "how was work?"

as an answer you gave her a mumbled run down of your day, and by the time you were done the only words she heard were "broken camera".

she let out a hum regardless to show that she was paying attention and continued to stir the pasta in the pan. "well a kid fell down the slide today. I know I'm the teacher but I still laughed."

you couldn't help but cough up a laugh at her sudden confession. you looked up at her with a smile and she slumped her shoulders. "I just hope no one saw."

by the time you had gotten out of the shower. finished your night routine and ate dinner you were surged with a sudden burst of energy and needed to get it out. after a bit of scrolling through your socials and interacting with your followers and a much-needed poll on instagram, you decided to start a twitch stream.

and boy did it lead somewhere.

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snowmist-hashira · 9 months

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[Chapter title: Endearing Mishaps]

Yuichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:(One shots) Tokito Twins x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Twins x Reader Details: ♠ Information ♠ Master list: ♠ Yuichirou Tokitou ♠

Artist: うにむぎ [umi219z]

Link: Twitter

I swear to god, I had so many ideas, and I had to revise it at least 3-5 times, cutting out some details to make it flow better. But in the end, it was a fun experience, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the mistakes made– I've definitely made similar ones myself once or twice before, HAHA. Tags: @aeolia18 / @demonslayeranimex / @thornrosekaori / @xaeoism / @cascadingleaves (Scheduled)

The rustling of papers filled the council office, the council members found themselves engrossed in their duties. The responsibilities of being student council members were demanding, and they often had to juggle multiple tasks and events simultaneously. They had to organize school events, address student concerns, manage paperwork, and make important decisions for the student body.

Y/n, the student council president, tried to maintain a calm and focused demeanor despite the mounting pressure, she sat in her cubicle, managing the flood of paperwork that constantly found its way to her desk. She diligently read through each report, making sure to give proper attention to every detail. Her signature held authority, and she knew that her approval carried the council's stamp of legitimacy.

Taking a moment to relax, Y/n allowed herself a brief respite. The soft cushion of her chair provided a small comfort amid the chaos of the council office. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths to clear her mind and ease the tension that had built up in her body.

Gently massaging her knuckles and the back of her neck, Y/n tried to release some of the stress that had accumulated from the constant flipping of papers and signing documents.

The continuous hour of focused work had taken its toll on Y/n as she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, she sought a moment of respite. The silence in the office allowed her to take a deep breath, trying to alleviate the growing headache.

The strain in her eyes and the headache that had crept up were clear signs that she needed a break. Y/n stood up from her cubicle, the office was empty as everyone had their own errands to run. It was their busiest week, so it wasn't unusual for her to be one of the last ones remaining.

Making her way to the break room, she was greeted by the array of snacks was laid out on the table, offering a momentary escape from the hectic workload. She appreciated the small perks the student council provided to help them recharge during their busiest times.

Y/n poured herself a cup of coffee from the coffee maker, as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, the warmth comforting her tired mind. As she sipped the invigorating brew, she allowed herself to relax for a few moments. The break room offered a temporary sanctuary away from the papers and responsibilities that awaited her in the council office.

She leaned against the counter, briefly closing her eyes in an attempt to alleviate the strain on her tired eyes. Just then, the door leading outside the council office creaked open, causing her to snap her eyes open and gaze in that direction.

Y/n saw Yuichiro entering the office. He had a stack of papers in his hand, indicating that he had been busy with his own set of tasks. Yuichiro glanced at her direction.

Y/n had a close bond with Muichiro, his twin brother, and their friendship had grown over time. However, she couldn't quite put her finger on why Yuichiro seemed slightly different in her presence, she noticed his occasional fumbling and nervousness in Yuichiro's demeanor around her.

She couldn't help but wonder about the reason behind it. She pondered whether there might be something that he wanted to say or if he was simply shy around her. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, she decided to be patient and allow things to unfold naturally.

“Thank you for your hard work.�� Y/n expressed with a warm smile.

"You're welcome," Yuichiro replied softly, though a faint blush adorned Yuichiro's cheeks, Y/n didn't seem to notice as he turned back to his desk and gently laid the papers down.

Y/n continued her short break in the break room, Yuichiro busied himself with organizing his own paperwork at his desk. He couldn't help but steal glances at her from time to time, feeling a mix of admiration and nervousness whenever their eyes met.

The atmosphere was both peaceful and filled with an unspoken tension. Y/n, still sipping her coffee, but her mind occasionally wandering back to Yuichiro.

As Y/n was finishing up her break, Yuichiro started his, he prepared his own cup of coffee, he couldn't shake the feeling of Y/n's eyes were on him. His nerves resurfaced, and he found himself fumbling with the spoon, almost dropping it in the process. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Y/n raised her eyebrow at this, noticing that something seemed off with Yuichiro. 'Was he feeling tired? He doesn't look fine,' she thought to herself, concerned for him.

Just then Yuichiro poured hot water onto the ground coffee beans in his cup which made Y/n even more puzzled. It became clear to her that he was treating the coffee beans as if they were instant coffee packets that would dissolve in hot water. However, coffee beans don't dissolve like instant coffee, and instead, they require brewing in a coffee maker or with a coffee press.

Y/n tried to suppress a smile, not wanting to embarrass Yuichiro. Trying to offer a subtle hint, Y/n asked, "Yuichiro, how's the coffee coming along?"

Yuichiro took a sip of the watered-down coffee he had unintentionally created, and his expression turned into a mix of surprise and confusion. "Um, it tastes bland..." He trailed off, looking at the sugar and creamer, wondering if he didn’t add enough to improve the flavor.

Y/n's attempt to suppress her laughter became futile as she saw Yuichiro's genuinely confused expression. Her shoulders shook with laughter, and a giggle escaped her lips. She couldn't help but find the situation endearing, and she tried her best to maintain her composure.

"Yuichiro… You do realize those are coffee beans, right? We have a coffee maker for that..." Y/n remarked playfully, a hint of amusement in her voice. "But if you prefer, we also have instant coffee packets you can use."

Yuichiro's eyes widened in realization, and a deep blush spread across his cheeks as he became acutely aware of his coffee mishap. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the situation, and his cheeks felt like they were on fire as he continued blushing. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, searching for the right words to explain himself.

Y/n couldn't help but find him irresistibly cute in this vulnerable moment of his as she watched Yuichiro's adorable, embarrassed expression. Approaching him with a warm smile, she decided to help him redeem the coffee experience. She made him another cup of coffee, this time using the coffee maker to brew the beans properly. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, promising a much better outcome than his previous attempt.

Handing the cup to Yuichiro, Y/n couldn't resist patting his head affectionately. "Here you go, a properly brewed cup of coffee just for you," she said playfully.

Yuichiro's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red at her gesture, "Thank you, Y/n," he said gratefully, taking the cup from her.

"Looks like you're tired from all the dreadfully busy work in the council. You should take a break and rest for a bit," Y/n suggested, her tone gentle and caring, with a soft chuckle.

"That's not it..." Yuichiro mumbled, avoiding eye contact. He knew deep down that it wasn't just fatigue causing his nerves to act up. It was his feelings for Y/n that made him act differently around her. He admired and had growing feelings for her, but he couldn't bring himself to voice those thoughts.

Y/n noticed Yuichiro's reluctance to open up fully, and her playful expression softened into one of genuine concern. "Well, I'll be right at my desk if you need me," she reassured him.

Yuichiro nodded in acknowledgment, appreciating her understanding. Y/n returned to her desk, and he tried to focus on his work as well, but his mind kept wandering back to her.

After a while, Y/n was browsing their school calendar that was placed in the office, just outside her cubicle, trying to manage and schedule events better. Her gaze then shifted to Yuichiro, who was engrossed with his tasks at his own desk. Yuichiro's minty orbs were focused on the papers in front of him, and he seemed to be in deep concentration, diligently engrossed in the council tasks before him.

However, his concentration was broken when he felt Y/n's stare, and he glanced up, making eye contact with her. His minty orbs widened in surprise, realizing that she had been staring at him. It looked like he had reverted to his fumbling nature, the blush creeping back into his cheeks.

Caught off guard, Yuichiro cleared his throat nervously and averted his gaze, feeling a bit self-conscious under her scrutiny. He wasn't used to being the center of someone's attention, especially not someone like Y/n, whom he secretly had feelings for.

"Is there something on my face?" he asked, trying to play it cool, but the slight quiver in his voice gave away his nervousness.

Y/n chuckled softly, shaking her head, "No, sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was just lost in thought, that's all."

"O-Oh, okay," Yuichiro mumbled, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he continued with his work.

Y/n tilted her head in confusion, about to inquire, but before she could say anything, she watched Yuichiro unintentionally place his pen into his coffee mug instead of the spoon. The pen now stood submerged in the coffee, and he seemed completely unaware of the mix-up...

"Y-Yuichiro..." Y/n tried to suppress another round of laughter, she pointed at his mug.

He blinked and stared at it, only then realizing that he had accidentally submerged the pen in his coffee. His eyes widened in embarrassment, and with a hint of fluster, he swiftly retrieved the pen, his cheeks now a deep shade of crimson. The mishap left him feeling a mixture of awkwardness and embarrassed at the situation he had unintentionally created.

Yuichiro nervously chuckled, attempting to play off his mistake. "I guess my brain is really somewhere else today…" he admitted, feeling a little flustered by the silly blunder he had made, especially in front of Y/n.

‘He’s so cute when he's like this...’ Y/n thought, her fondness for him growing as she tried to contain her laughter. ‘Just a little distraction won't hurt.’

Y/n glanced at the wall clock and noticed that it was already afternoon. An idea struck her, "let’s eat lunch together," she suggested, hoping it would be a nice way to relax and unwind for a bit, especially considering Yuichiro's constant endearing errors throughout the day.

Yuichiro's eyes widened slightly at Y/n's invitation, and his cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and delight. He hadn't expected her to suggest having lunch together, and the idea of spending more one-on-one time with her made his heart race with excitement.

"Um, sure," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite his nervousness. "I'd love to."

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Some thoughts on things like lyrium and narrative design from David Gaider, on Twitter:

"One narrative design issue I've run into is what I call the "lyrium problem" (for obvious reasons). If you have something in your setting which can technically do anything ("magic" often qualifies, also eezo in ME) then it will, eventually, do *everything*. And that's not good. Why is it not good? Because it becomes this shiny, easy solution for every issue that prevents the team from doing the work to do anything *else*. Weird thing happens? Lyrium. Need a mechanic for a cool gameplay thing? Lyrium. Something that breaks all existing rules? Lyrium. You can try to put limitations on your Anything Thing, but for many members of your team it's SITTING RIGHT THERE. It's the equivalent of narrative jazz hands... why do we need to restrict ourselves to a stupid box when anything is *technically* possible, right? "The multiverse" is another current example. It can do anything. We can tell any story. We can resurrect characters, break every existing rule of the universe... and what other explanation do we need? Multiverse. Easy peasy. Thing is, eventually you turn around and that Anything Thing has turned into narrative crack filler. It's lost all meaning on its own. So be careful if you use it. It needs strict, clearly-communicated limitations established from the outset or it will grow like a weed. Since it's come up in the replies, I should mention that this issue doesn't automatically render settings with an Anything Thing bad or unenjoyable. People like magic. It's fine... for a time. The problem is with long-term narrative cohesion. Eventually, once your Anything Thing becomes the answer to everything, suddenly it's a task to explain why it *isn't* the current answer. You have "It's Not Lyrium This Time I Swear" and it's cousin "No Lyrium Is Not the Solution" to contend with if you try to do anything *else*. "No, we can't go to the multiverse to bring this character back because... uh, reasons." "No, magic won't help you solve this riddle because... uh, reasons." "No, the holodeck won't give you the answer this time, even though it did last time, for... uh, reasons." I don't claim to be better. I created the "lyrium problem" for myself in Dragon Age, as I was the Lead Narrative Designer. I agreed to everything each step along the way. It was a trap I fell into by inches, mainly because convenience was the Order of the Day. All I'm saying is that, if you want to save yourself long-term headache, you need to put in the work on cohesion early... assuming you have the support of the rest of your team. Sometimes they don't want to be bothered by your narrative nonsense, and who can blame them? ;)"

[thread, source]

Some further snippets from the replies (respective source links can be found by clicking on "DG" throughout):

User: "Do "lyrium ghosts" qualify as such?" DG: "Indeed. I started out the setting saying there should be no proof of an afterlife. But then we need ghosts (apparently), so if they weren't *really* ghosts then... lyrium? Because lyrium!"

User: "Great advice aside, I’m immediately adopting the term “narrative jazz hands” into my lexicon." DG: "It's probably unfair for me to reference it in a negative since, considering "narrative jazz hands" was my go to response anytime we'd written ourselves into a corner that was too costly to get out of."

User: "the more constraints you can put on your magic the better. you need solid uncrossable lines with what it can do, what it can’t, and what it won’t" DG: "Magic is especially egregious, as many team members can bring existing ideas and assumptions about "magic" from other settings... so you need to be extra clear right from the start about what it can and can't do. Even then, you'll have problems. Because magic!"

DG: "I should mention that just because an Anything Thing exists and might be a problem for the long-term narrative cohesion, that doesn't render everything automatically un-enjoyable for the audience. People like multiverses. People like magic."

DG: "Magic and, to a larger extent, fantasy itself, can be a real issue when team members bring elements that are actually from other settings into the current one... not on purpose, but simply because it's so omnipresent. You have to try really hard if you want to set boundaries."

User: "There's the opposite of this though: our Warden and our companions can take Lyrium and have no after effects whatsoever - most likely due to programming limitations." DG: "That's easy to explain, actually. Me: *explaining all the narrative things involved with lyrium use in the lore* The Rest of the Team: Or not." User: "At least they did cover lyrium addiction with Cullen later on. It would have been a fun mechanic though if it had been implemented." DG: "Yeah, I agree. I remember once presenting how we could do a lyrium addiction mechanic in game terms, and it was cool... but ultimately seemed like a system the player would find annoying/limiting with no real upside. So it was on us writers to paste over that with words." User: "As you said in any old post on the BioWare forums, you're meant to get dimishing returns from lyrium the more it's taken. So the more your mage chugs down, the less effective it'll eventually be, due to dependency. With addiction added on top, that actually would have been fun." DG: "Honestly, if I could go back now, I would have worked with the other designers to see what they could do and were willing to do before I tried to make an end run to create lore that would force them to do something they couldn't or weren't. Lesson learned!"

User: "[scrolling through this thread] ...What?" DG: "Look, when you gently try to explain to a stressed-out team member why the Cool Thing they just made doesn't actually comply with the lore as-established, and it needs to be redone even though there is No Time, sometimes you gotta accept "just fuck OFF" as the final answer."

User: "not including lyrium addiction could be considered as a plot contrivance. It's the opposite of the usual Macguffin issue, inasmuch as something is supposed to do something but isn't shown doing that said thing. In Meredith's case, it was." DG: "Much the same as mages struggling with demonic possession vis a vis the lore, but it’s not something the player contends with. Less plot contrivance and more gameplay convenience, honestly, except whenever we try to explain away the difference."

DG: "Me: "I hate time travel stories. They never work! They're the worst!" Also Me: "So there's this plot in Inquisition where you travel to the future, right? Because it's cool."" User: "“I hate everything about this trope so I’m going to write it differently, but still earnestly” mixes well with people who have read their beloved trope a hundred times and are ready for something novel." DG: "And then you fall into exactly the same traps as everyone else did."

User: "that quest [time travel quest in DA:I] was so good, I barely knew them but seeing them suffering and choosing to give me all the time they can is so heart wrenching. and then you come back and they have no idea you are now terrified of losing them. genius" DG: "In retrospect, I felt bad we didn't make it crit path, as it did the best job of demonstrating to the player why Corypheus winning was Definitely a Bad Thing."

User: "'How do we account for a player having killed Leliana in DAO if she's a critical character for DAI? Lyrium.'" DG: "That was SO Mike Laidlaw’s fault, but yes… one more inch into the pit"

[respective source links can be found by clicking on "DG" throughout]

#dragon age #bioware #long post #longpost #video games #let me know if any of the links are broken or tweets seem to be in the wrong order etc :)#mass effect

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purplelupins · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams

|The Black Phone|

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Part VI

Grabber/Albert x fem!reader

Summery: Getting away from her life as a human punching bag took her somewhere she never could have imagined. But it seemed that even a basement with a masked man watching her could become home.

Warnings: depictions of physical and verbal abuse, manipulation, pet names, power imbalance, sexual tension, mild swearing, mentions of medical trauma, nsfw

Note: PLEASE READ

This is a nsfw DARK story so if you are a minor DO NOT ENGAGE. If you are offended or triggered by the mentioned material, DO NOT ENGAGE. Simple as that. Please note that I do not condone what the Grabber has done in cannon, and I am only using him as a character in my story. If you message me with negativity or harassment, I will not respond. This is Tumblr, not Twitter. Please block the Grabber x reader tag if you are disgusted.

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Silence was the first thing she noticed when she awoke. Complete and utter silence.

Y/n’s eyes cracked open, expecting sunlight to be blasting in through her window, and a pulsing headache to match her new lashings, but when she opened her eyes, she was met with none of those. Instead, what greeted her was a bare, concrete room filled with a soft natural light. As she sat up slowly, she noticed the mattress she laid on- it was old and had a strange smell to it.

In her groggy state, there were less alarms going off in her head than there should have been. While she should have been panicking, and screaming for help, she found a gratefulness in her chest; even if she was in a prison, at least she was away from him and his home-made hell.

A few minutes passed, as she took inventory of the room when the sound of the heavy door she had seen across from the mattress was being unlocked. She watched as it swung open, and she braced for the worst possibilities that might await outside.

But then, a man took a step inside. He must have been close to 6 feet tall, and she could see his hair that met his shoulders- it was starting to grey. The longer she stared, her memory of the previous night, while hazy, began to return to her. She remembered the running, then the man she ran into and his dog and how he helped her. How safe he had made her feel. The a sweetness in her mouth…then darkness.

She assumed this was the very same man who had taken pity on her, judging by his build; it was all she had to go on, as his face was covered by a grey, devil-like mask with two horns and no mouth.

“Sleep well?” Came his cheery voice from behind his mask. She noticed then that he held a tray of food in his hands.

Y/n blinked a few times until his words actually registered in her mind. “I did…” she whispered, and found that her voice was a little rough. “…what happened?” She asked as he walked up to the bed.

“You passed out…I brought you down here to keep you safe.” Came his voice again- it was so light and calm. He placed the tray of food beside her and knelt down in front of her. She tensed up slightly at his proximity, and he seemed to notice.

The man chuckled and shook his head, “I’m not going to hurt you, y/n…I made you some breakfast.” He nodded to the tray.

She gazed at him curiously, then down to the tray, which she picked up and set on her lap. “Thank you…How do you know my name?”

He looked up at her from his crouching stance and patiently replied, “Your dad was screaming it pretty loudly last night.”

She nodded, still not remembering everything.

“W-why are you wearing a mask?" She asked curiously. Any fear she had felt was dissipated quickly the longer he spoke. Sure he was odd, but his reasonings seemed sound.

The man cocked his head to the side as he thought.

“Well…it seems that your dad is a violent man…and if you go back to him and snitch on me for helping you, I would rather not get picked out of a line up at the police station.” His cheery voice grew a little irritated towards the end.

Her eyes widened when she realised he might think she might try and get him sent away for saving her. Did he really think she was so cruel? Y/n shook her head, “Why would…why would I go back? Yo-you’re not going to tell him I’m here are you?” Her heart rate picked up as she imagined this man getting annoyed by her and marching her right back to her father.

He shook his head, and placed a reassuring hand on her knee.

“Of course not, little one.” His voice became calm again.

A few tears formed in her eyes out of fear of seeing that man again; she could barely call him her father.

“Please…I won’t tell a soul even if I leave here…you saved me. I can’t just rat out the person who saved me. I would never do that.” She hoped he understood just how much this meant to her, and to her relief, he nodded.

“Good.” He said and tapped her knee and he stood.

“Am I in your basement?” She asked, looking around.

“Yes…does that scare you?” He asked almost hopefully as he took a seat beside her.

She shook her head again. “This is probably the best place for me right now. Don’t want any nosy neighbours peeking through the windows…” she mused to herself, but he found himself liking her already. “What…what can I call you?” The young woman asked after a moment of eating the food he had given her.

He seemed to think on that for a moment. “My name doesn’t matter.” Came his gentle voice.

She looked at him, then back to her eggs.

“I’ll just call you mister, then…” she murmured half to herself.

“Eat up.” He said lightly. His encouragement was almost endearing to her, having had little to none for nearly a decade…or perhaps more. Her eyes flickered back to where his must be behind the darkness of the mask, and she smiled before returning to her eggs and coffee.

She sighed and shook her head. “You’re really too sweet…I don’t-“ she trailed off.

“What?” He prompted her curiously.

“I don’t deserve this kindness. You’re really looking out for me and you really don’t have to.” Y/n’s face was melancholy and pained.

I don’t deserve this…

But the man barely flinched, and continued his narrative, “Like I said…I couldn’t just leave a pretty girl alone and scared. Now eat. I’ll wait until you’re done.” His voice was like a kiss on the head, and she couldn’t hide how warm her cheeks got from the kindness.

She ate and drank greedily, and if she could have seen his face, she would have seeen the small smile on his lips as he watched her.

They usually didn’t eat much, if at all.

They didn’t say thank you.

They didn’t say nice things.

This one is different.

She came to me.

“Did you like it?” He asked softly, a juxtaposition to his demonic mask.

“I did. Can’t say anyone has cooked for me in…at least ten years…. Maybe more.” She mused with a humourless laugh, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

“How old are you?” He asked suddenly.

“22. Been trying to…do this for almost 5 years now. I got out of highschool and wanted to go to university but my dad wouldn’t pay for it so I started working to save up but then he liked the extra income and started taking most of my paycheques…I learned after a year to talk to my manager and to get half in cash and half as a cheque so I could save secretly…I work 16 hour days most of the time between a couple jobs in town…babysat for neighbours too.” She was rambling now, but after so long of not having anyone to listen, she couldn’t stop.

“You must have a good amount saved now.” He said in that light tone. Like he was trying to make her feel better.

She looked over at him, and felt her defences harden. “I do. But don’t think I’m going to hand over any of it…I’ll pay you back for whatever you spend on me but that’s it. I need that money-“

His laugh stopped her. “I don’t want your money…your company is enough.”

Y/n smiled sadly. She had heard so many similar promises, but they never ended well.

“You say that now but after a while of having me here I think you’ll start singing a different tune.” She said, her shoulders sinking.

Then, out of the corner of her eye she saw him hold out his pinky, and wait for her to follow the gesture, “I pinky promise I will only accept payment in form of your company from now until the day I die.” He said sincerely. It was true- he was no liar. He simply failed to specify how long he desired her company.

At that, she cracked a true grin.

“I promise I won’t rat you out.” She said, and she thought she saw him stare at her a little more intently.

She wrapped her small finger around his, and almost laughed at how much bigger even his pinky was in comparison to hers. But regardless, she twisted her finger around his and shook it slightly in agreement.

“Thank you again, Mister…” she whispered as he stood to leave.

He turned his head slightly in acknowledgment and continued with the tray to the door before swinging it shut and locking it. Y/n sat there and looked around the bare room. It was indeed a basement, but she wondered if it was once a bunker from the war. She looked at the strange black phone on the wall, and studied it for a moment. It was certainly odd, but she supposed everyone had something strange in their house. Her old one had a light switch that was connected to nothing.

Y/n didn’t know how much time had passed, and she found herself growing tired all over again as the light faded outside. She didn’t even know what time it was. But regardless, she found herself curling up on the mattress and her eyes shut within minutes.

When her eyes opened again, there was little to no light at all inside the basement. But when she did awaken, she noticed a blanket draped over her, and a glass of water and a plate of pasta on the floor beside her. She looked around in hopes of seeing the masked man, but to no avail.

She ate the food and drained the water, and noticed just how itchy she was after staying in the same clothes during the warm day and night. A part of her wanted to try the door and wander up to the main house and ask for a shower, but she didn’t want to push her luck. Instead, she placed the empty tray next to the mattress, and curled back up under her new blanket. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she was asleep within five minutes.

Y/n tossed and turned that night as her dreams twisted from a feeling of safety to her being lost in a minefield with her father chasing after her. Everywhere she stepped, an explosion would go off, and she couldn’t seemed to run no matter what.

She could feel him right behind her, when she suddenly woke up with a start. Her heart was still pounding, and her legs had a strange tingle to them as if she had been tensing them. In her delirium, she missed the man in the shadows watching her.

At first when he had started watching her, she looked serene. So delicate and peaceful, but as he had gazed down at her, her brows had furrowed, and her hands clenched into fists. She whimpered and began to sweat. He had seen how much stress was coursing through her veins. So he gently brushed some hair from her sticky face, and almost leapt back into the darkness when she awoke. He watched her heavy eyes and how they barely opened.

She was adorable.

He found himself almost wanting to scare her awake, just to see what fear looked like on her. Of course he had seen her in complete panic and hysteria, but he didn’t want that. He wanted to know how she would cower from him or beg him for forgiveness.

He wanted to know if she would obey him, or if she would be rebellious and try and leave him. He considered just doing as he wished with her, but something in his gut told him to take his time. She was different. She found him, not the other way around.

Destiny.

For two hours, he sat there.

He liked the way she breathed.

Her sighs.

Her little twitches and when she would turn.

It wasn’t until he noticed the room growing lighter that he realised he needed to leave. He could have happily stayed there until she woke up, but he needed sleep too. He took her empty tray, and he quietly praised her for eating everything. Then, he carried his tired body up the stairs, and took advantage of the few hours left before he had to be awake.

When her dreamed faded into nothingness, and she could start to feel the mattress beneath her, y/n felt the same dull light against her eyelids. A sense of comfort calmed her as she awoke, knowing that she was safe.

She stretched and groaned when her joints popped. When she looked around at the bare room, she found herself feeling at ease. It wasn’t until she sat up and glanced down by the mattress that she noticed the tray missing. To her surprise, her stomach flipped and fluttered at the idea of the man being right next to her when she slept. She wondered if he had watched her.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the heavy door swung open and the very man she had been thinking about strode through the door.

“Good morning bunny!” He chirped. She saw the same tray of eggs and steaming coffee in his hands.

She gave him a small smile, and swung her legs off the bed to sit on the edge. “Good morning, Mister.” Her eyes were glued to him was he walked up to her a little less tentatively than the morning before. Y/n could see him better now that she wasn’t trying to figure out his motives like the day prior, and she decided that he was very handsome; of course she couldn’t see his face, but he was fit, and fairly tall, and held himself well.

“Did you sleep alright?” He asked pleasantly as he placed the food on her lap.

“Yeah…it was okay.” She tried to reassure him. Of course, he knew very well that she had had a terrible dream, but he wanted to see how honest she was going to be with him. A sense of delight began to swell inside him when she made no move to tell the truth.

At first, she poked at the eggs and ate a few bites, but then turned her head up to the man standing just a couple feet from her. “This might be a stilly question…but have you ever experienced something horrible, then had nightmares about it?” She asked slowly. To her, it was such a childish reaction to fear and she hoped he wouldn’t mock her.

The excitement faded, and he tilted his head to the side.

“I have…we all have our demons and some come back in dreams…others come back in anger, and…other urges.” He replied, crouching in front of her and taking a piece of egg; he popped it into her mouth which made her smile. He chose to ignore how her tongue caught the edge of his finger tip.

She nodded and thought. “Sort of…sort of like that Ted Bundy that’s been on the news? I heard he went through a lot as a child- a messed up family I think. And what he did to those woman is horrendous…but I think it’s some kind of a reflection of his upbringing.”

When she looked back up at the older man, he was staring right back at her intently. She realised that she had rambled on, and he probably thought she was bonkers.

“I like you.” He said factually with a tilt of his head.

She couldn’t believe her ears. After a few seconds, she blinked and felt her cheeks heat up.

“You do?” She asked quietly.

He nodded and picked up the last piece of egg and held it to her lips, which she ate obediently, but once again caught his thumb in her mouth. This time it was no accident on his part. Under his mask, his nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated.

She’s different.

She finished her coffee, and thanked him again for his kindness. She could tell he wasn’t completely used to someone complimenting or being thankful towards him; he would stop for a second and absorb her words, savour them.

But while he was odd and perhaps a little isolated, he was sweet.

He took the tray, and disappeared for the rest of the day; she wished he had stayed, just to have someone to talk to aside from herself, but she remembered that he must have some sort of job. For hours she tried to think of what job he had, and what his name might be; how old he was, his family. She made up about seven different lives for him just to pass the time, but at the end, she just wanted to know him, not her imagination.

The light outside her small window faded away until she could barely see the past the mattress. But just as the darkness became unsettling, the industrial lights by the door flickered on, and the heavy door unlocked and opened.

Y/n watched the man enter and smiled gently at him as he was engulfed by the light. His mask had changed to a smiling one, and she had to admit it was a little more comfortable to see. Something about the one without a mouth was unsettling and inhumane.

“Hi Mister.” She chirped, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She could tell by the ever so slight pause that he was caught off guard by her chipper attitude.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” He said positively.

“I suppose so. I haven’t had this much time to myself in a long time…it’s strange but…nice.” She shrugged, “How was your day?” She asked a little shyly. She wasn’t sure if he would be comfortable with her asking him questions like that.

“I was busy.” He said simply, and that was enough for her to know. “I made you some dinner.” He added, holding out the tray.

Y/n smiled and accepted it from him, her fingertips brushing over his. His hand was warm.

“Thank you…” She said. He took a few steps away from her, and she quickly added, “Why don’t you sit with me?If you want you can eat with me…I mean if you haven’t already. You don’t have to, I just don’t want to be rude.”

He seemed to think for a moment; she noticed he did that often. “I ate already. But I’ll sit with you.” The man sat beside her and the dip in the mattress made her lean slightly toward him. He smelled nice.

She swayed as she ate the simple pasta he had made her. “Do you like movies?” The question came out before she could stop it.

“Why do you ask?” Came his muffled voice.

She shrugged, “Can you blame me for being curious about the man who saved me?”

He stared for a moment. “I do. Grew up on ‘em.”He murmured. He seemed to be deep in thought, so she kept talking as she ate.

“Have you ever seen Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein? It’s really funny.” She smiled, remembering watching it during Halloween as a child.

He breathed out a laugh and nodded his head. “I saw that in Theatres when I was a young man.” His voice seemed calm- perhaps it was a good memory.

Young man? How old is he…

“I think I would have peed myself laughing if I had seen it on the big screen.” She laughed at herself, and she turned her head when she heard him joining her.

“You’re funny.” He said.

“I used to be.” She smiled sadly, to which she received an elbow to her ribs. This man was more playful than she thought.

“I just told you you’re funny. You don’t need to listen to anyone else.” His voice was serious all of a sudden and she looked over at him beside her. She could see his eyes under the mask staring right back at her.

His sincerity in such a subject was strange, but appreciated.

“I think I like you too, Mister.” She grinned.

If she had seen his face she would have noticed the slight widening of his eyes and how his mouth hung open ever so slightly.

She hummed happily when she finished her food.He paused at the sound, and looked from her to the empty plate.

“Did you like it?” He asked.

“Yes, thank you. I hope I can cook for you at some point…it must be tiring doing all this just because of some girl.” She said.

“I just make a little more than usual…no trouble.” He said. This was so strange for him- he kept expecting her to laugh in his face or try and leave, but it never came.

“Well, I really appreciate it.” She offered him a small smile, but quickly remembered how itchy she was. It had been two days since having any sort of cleanse for her skin, and with the warm days and nights, she neither smelled like roses, nor felt like one. “If it’s not too much trouble, could I ask a favour?” She started tentatively.

“What is it?” He replied. A serge of excitement coursed through him when she asked- was this her asking if she could leave or make a call?

“Mister…would I be able to use the washroom? I could use a shower…I don’t exactly smell great.” She laughed a little, then added, “I-if that’s alright I mean I don’t want to get you in trouble.” She rambled. For all she knew he had a wife and child upstairs who didn’t even know she was there. This might put him in a difficult position.

He mulled it over in his head, and while he didn’t want to accept, the idea that she might try and escape and he could play with her made him say, “Okay… but I’ll have to lock you in…just in case.” He said the last bit to himself.

She nodded quickly and stood, which almost startled the man. He stood next to her, and picked up the tray in one hand before leading her to the door. At they walked up the stairs, she filed closely behind him like his shadow, not daring to stray too far. Then, as they grew close to the top, she saw his free hand, and felt the urge to grab it.

But she didn’t.

She stayed glued to his side, keeping her eyes on her hands as they came into what must have been the same kitchen he had sat her in after saving her. He placed the tray on the table, and walked in the opposite direction. She almost tripped to keep up with him, and bumped into his back when he came to a stop.

“A-sorry.” She said, managing a glance up at him. He had turned to look at her, and she was once again struck by his blue eyes that now caught the light of the upstairs.

“In here. Don’t take too long.” He murmured and pushed a door open.

She blinked and nodded before disappearing into the small washroom; she jumped a little when he shut the door and heard it lock, she supposed he had his reasons. She still didn’t know if he was hiding her from a significant other or perhaps a roommate.

Instead of dwelling on anything, y/n got to work quickly. She shed herself of her clothes, and ran warm water in the simple shower. As soon as the water hit her skin, she let out a long moan. It felt like she hadn’t felt water in months, and she couldn’t help the feeling of euphoria. The grime and sweat melted away, and she found herself simply standing under the stream to soak in the moment.

After about thirty seconds, she reached back out to her clothes that laid on the floor, and brought them in with her and washed them as thoroughly as she could with shampoo. She had done it before when her father took away her laundry privileges, but it was a pain to wait for them to dry. She supposed she was lucky it was summer and not winter. Y/n grasped a bar of soap and ran it over her skin; she swore the water ran off her body brown and murky. Then she took time to wash her hair.

Once she was finished, she felt like a new person. Then, when she pulled the curtain back, she noticed a clean towel and shirt there on the closed lid of the toilet.

Was that there before or did he come in while I was showering?

A heat warmed her cheeks at the thought; something about him made her flush a little when she thought about him. Perhaps it was because he simply showed her a little basic human decency. She shook her head, and wrapped the towel around herself, and wrung out the washed clothes until no water dripped out any longer. Next, she placed her hair in a low ponytail with a hair tie she still had around her wrist.

As she stared at herself in the mirror she was acutely aware of the discolouration of her cheek due to the nightly slap from her father.

It had not been two days without a beating. It almost felt strange, not that she would wish for it, but it felt odd. This new routine could definitely be something she could get used to.

Y/n slipped the shirt on over herself, and almost laughed at how large it was. Then she folded her clothes in a neat pile, and knocked on the door, “I’m finished.” She murmured.

A second later, the door swung open and the man stared down at her. With her hair out of her face, and all clean, he could finally see her properly with no tears or fear.

She was pretty.

Very pretty.

His heart rate picked up at the sight of her form- so defenceless and trusting.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He said, letting her walk out. She smiled and nodded, coming out behind him, keeping her eyes down. The draft under the shirt was a little too much without her panties, but she barely cared; it wasn’t like he would notice. As they descended back into the basement, she gripped the sleeve of his shirt to keep from tripping, but she didn’t notice how he seemed to turn and look at her little hand in shock as she held onto him. A small smirk spread over his lips.

When she entered the basement, she noticed that there was a sheet covering the bed, and a small pillow in addition to the blanket he had given her. She expected him to leave her as soon as they reached the basement, but to her surprise, he walked to the bed with her. She laid her clothes off the edge of the mattress, and sat down, trying to not flash him. Albert knelt down in front of her and brushed a stray wet hair from her face.

“Sweet dreams Little one.” He murmured. She grinned at him, and watched as he stood and walked away.

“Thank you.” She said to him.

He paused and nodded.

“G-goodnight.” She said one more time. If she was honest, she didn’t want him to go.

And he knew it.

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poddopetals · 7 months

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TWEWY Bang 2023 Entry by poddopetals — art by @sitraxis @subasekabang

Run Through Fire — Part 1: Starless Nights

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (T)

Pairing: Bito "Beat" Daisukenojo/Kanade Rindo (main) Additional pairings:

Furesawa "Fret" Tosai/Kanade Rindo

Bito "Beat" Daisukenojo/Sakuraba Neku (mentioned)

Furesawa "Fret" Tosai/Kanade Rindo/Sakurane Shoka (mentioned)

Kanade Rindo/Sakurane Shoka (mentioned)

WARNINGS:

Prominent appearances: Swearing, light body horror/gore, burning to death, non-canon character death, blood, nightmares, insomnia, vandalism, vehicle accident, emetophobia, headaches, fainting, food and eating, social avoidance issues, hallucinations, paranoia, characters struggling with mental health, mentions of homelessness, mentions of protests, unspecified anxiety disorder, unspecified hallucinatory disorder, characters argue often

Minor appearances: City destruction, neglectful parents (implied), claustrophobia in crowds, allusion to gang violence, mentions of cops, mentions of politics, mentions of therapy

Summary: Rindo Kanade, now 19, has been having violent nightmares and visions of his time in the Underground. For reasons he can't explain, they subject him to watching himself lose his friend of four years, Beat Bito, to inevitable disasters. This story follows Rindo's journey towards realizing exactly why he's having this issue as he gracelessly and awkwardly navigates his complicated memories and feelings for Beat, laying out a tale that shows the boy's plights of his crippling trauma clashing with young love.

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dustiscium · 8 months

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People need to leave Shinichiro alone

People literally need to leave the character that has been dead since the beginning of the series alone.

I already see people on Tik tok and Twitter, getting mad at Shinichiro for not reuniting Izana with Emma.

I've checked on the seaons 3 trailer of Tokyo Reevengers, a twitter user (@pixiekaku) used google translate for this.

I swear, if the whole situation turns out to be just like that Shinichiro theory, from a while back, i'm gonna lose it.

"Shinchirio is a bad brother"

"Why didn't he bring Izana with him"

"Shinichiro is sick and twisted"

The comments are either come for some people who are fixated on/simp for Izana or anime only, that's my guess on the reaction.

Reading through the comments from both platforms, there can be many reasons why Shinichiro didn't reunite Izana with Emma.

The following has spoilers to what is to come in season three and the remainder of the manga. I suggest you skip until you caught up to the arc of the manga or finished the series.

If you don't care, I still suggest you skip the last one, being 12 as a major spoiler (which is an entire spoiler to the whole plot of the manga.)

There being restrictions to where Izana can go or visit (Izana was in an institution, which Shinichiro visited, and which Emma couldn't visit at the time)

2.Shinichiro was in his teens, a minor, he couldn't just "adopt" Izana

3.Based on the letters, Izana already knew that Emma was with Shinichiro, Izana himself couldn't visit Emma yet and vice versa.

4.Shinichiro saw Izana regardless

5.After a few year, Shinichiro didn't know when Izana got out of reform school

6.Shinichiro it was even implied that Shinichiro would have Mikey and Emma meet, when Shinichiro asked Mikey when he was younger, if he had another brother!

7.If you want to talk about abandonment, look into Emma's biological mother (Karen Kurokawa), and her conversation with Izana when he's older

8.Not that it mattered, but Izana made it clear about his resetment towards Mikey in the letters he wrote to Shinichiro when mentioning a headache, note: the following isn't true, but Shinichiro may be taking precautions

9. Shinichiro is a family guy for sure, and tries his best to look out for everybody, he didn't care if Izana was blood or not, and there wasn't much he could do to bring Izana to meet the rest of the siblings, nothing.

10.The fact that Shinichiro has been compared with Takemichi throughout, reflects badly on him too, and yet, still attack the poor man regardless, that's just crazy!

11. Izana rejected Shinichiro as a brother, during the rain scene when they argued, after finding out from Karen, that they aren't blood related, and Shinichiro argued it didn't mattered wether they were blood or not, Izana decided he was alone from then on

12.REMEMBER, Shinichiro is a time leaper, the events he dealt with in the timeline Mikey died in is entriely different, he may have not have know of Izana's existence or what to do! (that and Emma was a runaway too!)

Not to attack some of Izana's fans or simps, but i'm quiet curious what their reaction will be when they come across the scene of Izana giving Kisaki permission to off so-and-so.

Feel free to voice your opinion on this.

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raquellemonsta · 10 months

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kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

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chapter 7: gossip

Usually, when you woke up in the morning and checked your phone, you'd only have a few notifications from random apps and maybe a friend. You hadn't been expecting what you woke up to this morning, to say the least. Friends were sending you news sites and posts all about the same person: you. You read through some of the headlines:

"MSBY star Bokuto Koutaro seen leaving shop with mystery woman"

"Who is Bokuto's new girlfriend? (Pictures and more)"

There were even some of his fans on Twitter dragging you for basically no reason other than the fact you were seen with their sports crush. While some were nice (calling you cute or saying you looked good together), others were saying things like "the girl in those pictures with Bo is soo average" and "she's lowk ugly... he can do better".

Those pissed you off, but you knew better than to keep reading tweets. You could get lost in it for hours and that was when you weren't the one they were talking about. It probably wasn't good for your mental health (in fact, it definitely wasn't). Also, seeing the pictures kind of freaked you out. It was like having a stalker even though it was just paparazzi offshoots that were doing it for their job. It was still unsettling to see the two of you walking out of Onigiri Miya, and even entering your apartment building. What if people started showing up at your building in the hopes of meeting Bokuto? Or worse, what if they waited outside of your apartment for you to question you or more. You shut your phone off and went into your bathroom. You had to admit, it was kind of surreal seeing yourself on social media in the context of people who don't even know you. You pumped some moisturizer onto your hands and spread it across your face. You took longer than necessary in an effort to lower your heartrate and ease your mind. After you were calmed down, you went back out to your room and picked up your phone again. This time, you noticed a text from Yachi.

Yachi 💫

hey can you tell me why everytime i open social media i see you?

(y/n)

I DONT KNOW it's not my fault i swear idek what's happening

Yachi💫

well it looks to me like you've made a lot of bokuto stans really mad lol 😜

(y/n)

😔

You let out a sigh, tossing your phone on your bed and then falling back onto it yourself. It was just your luck to have something like this happen. You barely even had time to savor your date with Bokuto before the internet found out and made it their major topic of the day. The whole situation was honestly one big headache. You weren't even officially dating, yet here all of these people were commenting on your relationship that even you weren't entirely sure about.

You couldn't help but imagine how people would react if you two actually became official. Would he announce it? Would they just get used to seeing the two of you together? Or would they inevitably hate you for taking up their volleyball god's attention and ruining their chances of getting with him? You weren't sure and in the present you didn't care.

Instead of focusing on that, you decided to actually do your job and opened your laptop. The advertisements for the match had been up all around Tokyo, and the big posters that would go up on the side of the arena they would play at should be coming in soon. The company paid people to hang them up, since they were giant and it was far out of your skillset.

The process of making them had been really fun. The team got to have a photoshoot with plenty of action shots (you definitely didn't ask the photographer for a print of Bokutos). From there, you had just designed some fun slogans to slap onto them, along with labeling the players. While they were attracting a lot of attention to the match, you had been informed that they were still looking to get more sales for tickets and merchandise.

This whole social media thing this morning had effectively distracted you from being able to do your job or come up with strategies to get more attention on the match.

Then, you had a brilliant idea. What if you used this whole situation to your advantage? You could use the buzz around you and Bokuto as a way to get more spectators for the MSBY vs Adlers match, both in person and watching it on tv.

You shot a quick email to your company's social media marketing sector and asked them to put out posts wherever they could essentially saying the same things. It wasn't long before you got an email back, confirming that the posts would be out soon. Not long after, you got a twitter notification for your company's 'news' account:

"Will Bokuto's mystery woman be at the MSBY vs Schweiden match? Find out here", along with a link to both tickets to watch in-person as well as information for where to watch it.

You grinned widely and even laughed at describing yourself as a 'mystery woman', but you had an idea and went with it. Then, you thought for a moment and wondered if Bokuto had any idea about everything that had been going on. You weren't sure if he seemed like a big social media, though for all you knew he could be crazy for it.

There was a text from him you hadn't noticed before, from around 20 minutes ago. You had probably been too busy emailing your work.

Koutaro ⭐

Hey hey hey how has your morning been?

read 11:26am

It put a smile on your face to know that he was thinking of you, but you were also confused. Did he have no idea about what people were saying? Maybe he didn't have friends like yours that spammed you with posts about yourself.

(y/n)

i've been okay. it was kinda weird seeing people posting about me everywhere but other than that

You didn't expect him to respond so quickly, especially when it had taken you so long to text back, however the three dots popped up only seconds after your text. You waited somewhat intently to see what he had to say.

Koutaro ⭐

Are people posting about you? What did you do??😲

It took everything in you to not literally laugh out loud. Again, with the grown man using emojis (which was extremely unserious but in a cute way), but also because it seemed he really had no idea about any of it. You sent him a few of the links your friends had sent you and explained it to him, before your phone started ringing and you saw his contact again. You quickly picked it up, but had to pull it away from your ears due to how loud he was.

"I'M SO SORRY, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!" he yelled, "I HAVE CRAZY FANS!" he yelled. When your ears stopped ringing, you responded back.

"I can tell" you encouraged him to lower his volume. You shook your head at his absurdity. Two months ago, you would've never been able to guess this would be your reality. You decided to tell him how you had used it to your advantage, and how more people would be attending the game to support MSBY.

"You're so smart (y/n), I don't get how you do it". You felt a fluttering feeling in your chest before you got a hold of yourself again. He didn't give himself enough credit. While Bokuto seemed airheaded at some points, he was actually very emotionally intelligent and made up for lack of book smarts with his people skills.

"It's my job" you said and smiled, even though he couldn't see it. It was nice to talk to him, even though it had only been half a day since you last heard his voice.

"Thank you for last night again" you spoke, much quieter before. On the other side of the line, Bokuto smiled at the thought.

"Anything for you" he responded. You two exchanged a few more words before deciding to hang up so you could finalize one of your projects. Your phone buzzed one more time, and you checked it before putting it on do not disturb. You ever-present smile became even wider when you read it.

Koutaro ⭐

Come see me after the game on Saturday 😊

You were definitely ready for the match this weekend.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto #hq yachi #msby

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kenneth-omega · 2 years

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The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

**EDITED 31/08/22**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

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Warnings: swearing, lil’ mentions of smutty stuff, hint of crack ship kenny x eddie?

Word count: 3.4K

A/N: Seriously I’d like to think that the majority of the roster would fuck Kenny Omega, because how could you not? 😂 Also I know Adam Cole is currently off injured and most likely won’t return till All Out (maybe to start shit with the Elite) but let’s all just pretend that our BayBay is okay. Also soft!Ken w/glasses is making me so emotional.

For Reference:

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

Following Wednesday’s match, Kenny was better than ever. Sure, he was sore and suffering for it the next morning, but he wouldn’t once complain about it to anyone. Although people could see it on his face whenever he went to stand up or move everyone knew he’d never admit it if you asked him.

The next morning also bore a social media shitstorm following the episode that aired.

You woke up earlier than usual due to the incessant pinging of your phone, which was a result of your Twitter blowing up, something which didn’t happen to you often. Confused and still half asleep you manage to pull up the tweets of numerous wrestling fans tagging you in however many posts regarding you and Kenny last night. Some belonged to wrestling news companies a few of which you recognised, some were dirt sheet accounts and even some of the bigger journalists had also retweeted. Then there was the cringy, TMZ-style accounts that liked to use clickbait titles.

You read a few of the headlines, your nose scrunched up in disgust.

“ALPHA IN BED WITH THE CLEANER?!?”

“CORI AND KENNY, TAKING AEW AS THE NEW POWER COUPLE!”

The big kicker of it all was a photo of the two of you walking up the ramp together, Kenny’s face turned away and buried in your hair, which you clearly remember was the point where he’d reassured you that he was alright following the match.

Innocent enough, but from the photographer’s angle it looks as though Kenny is kissing you on the head. The perception is twisted enough that it looks like a caring embrace between you both, rather than the reality, the truth, of you acting as a human crutch for him. You groan inwardly and slam the phone down on the bed, already feeling a headache coming on from what the long day will bring.

At this point there’s no use trying to go back to sleep and so you drag your fed up, already-over-it ass out of bed and into the shower.

By the time you’ve showered and exited the bathroom the news has spread throughout the AEW roster, with some even going so far as to like or even retweet some of the posts.

Sure there are a few funny tweets, but the one which really caught your eye came from Britt Baker. She had retweeted the post about you and Kenny becoming AEW’s new power couple with some rolling eye emojis. You noticed that Adam Cole had also been tagged in this.

Fuck.

You knew that following the return of Kenny, Adam Cole was due to come sniffing around, ready to start a faction feud. You were also supposed to be going into your newest, long awaited feud with the one and only DMD. As you were pleasant with Britt for the most part offscreen, you knew that this tweet was merely a tactic to build up some hype.

An unknown number pops up at the top of your screen, attempting to call as you contemplate on whether having a mini meltdown would make you feel better.

Answering the call, you apprehensively wait for a voice at the other end.

“I guess you’ve seen Twitter?” Kenny’s smooth voice came through on the line, making you fumble and nearly drop the damn phone.

You laugh nervously, unsure what he’s doing calling you about it. He mustn't be happy if he’s managed to get your number just to speak to you about it this early. “I have, unfortunately.” You reply.

“Unfortunately? I think it’s great.” He chuckles, his humoured laugh seeming content and not at all disgusted. You’re surprised at his reaction, still unsure whether he’s joking.

“You do?”

“Look at it this way. I want more matches leading up to All Out so I can be on my top game for the event. My next one isn’t for another 2 weeks, which I can’t say I’m best pleased about. I suggest we have some fun with this and maybe we can...wrestle together?” He trails off at the end, almost seeming to lose his bottle as he proposes the crazy plan to you. Does he think you’ll say no?

You remain silent on your end, still processing the proposal and trying to think logistically about how this was going to work. You already knew that you and Britt would be going head to head at All Out, following the past few weeks of you wrestling Jamie Hayter and Britt often gate-crashing your interviews, so it made sense.

With a shaky laugh you agree to go along with it, still not able to believe that this was genuinely happening. Considering you’d only woken up half an hour ago you’d hate to entertain the idea that this was just some twisted dream you were going to wake up from.

Kenny’s excitement seems palpable through the phone.

“Great! Save my number, I’m going to call Tony and give him the run down of this new angle. Speak to you later, doll.” He ends the call before you have a chance to reply.

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Having gotten dressed, you venture downstairs to source food. You’ve grown a decent appetite after last night and having woken up earlier than usual this morning you’re practically drooling by the time the scent of hot food hits your nose. You hadn’t bothered to message anyone to see if they would join you, somehow feeling like the last thing you needed was to draw more attention to yourself.

That doesn’t stop people from approaching you however. As you line up to get your coffee, a dire need and the first thing you want to pass your lips, someone begins singing the playground song of “Kenny and Cori sitting in a tree-” behind you.

Although it doesn’t sound quite how you remember it as the lyrics finish off spelling “F-U-C-K-I-N-G”.

You turn on the spot to find Eddie giving you a devilish grin, holding his own coffee as he pokes fun at your expense.

“Ed?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Yeah princess?” He replies, ruffling your hair affectionately with one of his big paw-like hands. Without further notice you stick your middle finger in his face. “Hey, watch yourself sweetheart, I’ll bite that off.” He jokes, giving you a nudge with his elbow.

Eddie was like a large, often angry, older brother to you. He was rough on the edges and soft on the inside, which you didn’t see come out often except for when the people nearest to him got hurt or upset. You now liked to compare him to the British chef Gordon Ramsay, much to his dislike, after having binge-watched a lot of Kitchen Nightmares.

“Give it a rest Ed, I woke up to my Twitter looking like a car crash. Did you know I’ve already had over ten DM’s just from this morning from various men and women claiming Kenny to be their husband? They’re threatening to come and lynch me at the next show for ‘stealing their man’. Like, what the fuck!” You sigh heavily, sipping your coffee as the two of you step aside to allow other people queuing to get their preferred hot drink.

“Omega’s a sought after man. I know people in the locker room that would go for a ride on that guy.” He mentions nonchalantly. His harmless comment sets you on edge at the thought. You shouldn’t have cared, since there wasn’t anything going on between you both.

And yet...It annoyed you.

“How pleasant.” You remark, unable to stop the tone from sounding bitter. Eddie wheezes with laughter, rubbing the space between your shoulder blades in a comforting gesture.

“All I’m gonna say is if I was a dude who liked dudes...I would too.”

With that, Eddie leaves you to enjoy, or rather sulk, over your coffee alone.

As soon as you find a seat that’s out of the way, hugging the edge of the room so as not to be easily spotted, two chairs are being pulled up in front of you. Matt and Nick plop themselves down, arms folded and looking like a pair of Siamese cats, with grins a mile wide.

“Not now guys. It’s only 8:30!” You whine, rubbing your temples as the threat of a headache begins.

Matt begins first. “We’re not here to tease or poke fun, just to ask you honestly-”

You slam your hands down on the table, interrupting him, your patience having finally worn thin. “NO! Kenny and I have not fucked and we’re not secretly dating. We didn’t plan for this to happen but now it is happening and it’s going to be part of a storyline with Britt and Adam!” With an exhausted sigh you plant your head on the table in front of you with a dull thud, feeling frustrated and tense.

The Bucks don’t say anything more, seemingly embarrassed that they were the one’s to break you.

“Sorry Y/N.” Matt apologises, Nick nodding along. The two of them take one of your hands each, waiting for you to lift your head and look at them. They both wear sheepish smiles, hoping that you won’t remain too mad at them for long. It’s impossible to do so and you can’t help but match them with a smile of your own.

Your phone pings noisily beside you and you glance over the screen as it lights up. It’s Kenny.

K: Hey, you free? x

You curse yourself for getting a little giddy about the ‘x’ at the end. You send them platonically to Ethan all the time, so it’s not that big of a deal.

Removing your hands from Matt and Nick’s you pick the mobile up and chew on your bottom lip as you re-read his text, debating whether it was worth lying and making up some weak excuse. You decide against it, not wanting to be dishonest with him.

C: Hi! I’m not doing anything right now, what’s up? x

You’d thought long and hard about whether to put the ‘x’ back, but again had to argue with yourself that this meant nothing, it was just friendly intentions. Placing your phone back down you look back at the Jackson’s.

Matt nods in the direction of your phone. “What’s Kenny want?”

Rolling your eyes you turn the phone over so the screen is face down. “Stop reading my texts dude.”

Matt laughs, with Nick scoffing.

“You think we don’t know when you’re texting a guy you like? You do this weird face where you look like you’re trying to figure out a really hard puzzle.” Nick imitates the face, making you cringe inwardly.

“Do I?” You groan, hating how awful your poker face was. Matt snaps his fingers and points at you, whilst Nick slaps his brother’s arm, his eyebrows wiggling.

“So you admit it then? You do like him.”

This time it was your turn to scoff at them both, folding your arms across your chest defensively.

“I didn’t admit shit and you know it. Stop trying to put words in my mouth. I knew you were trying to sabotage me yesterday morning when you completely blindsided me and let me make a dick of myself in front of him!”

“Whatever, that’s by the by.” Nick waves it off like their confession was irrelevant to the conversation, “We know you’re crushing on him, Y/N. It’s not like you’ve idolised him for the past six years or anything.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall all the times you would ramble to the Bucks about their friend and how you admired him. You only ever meant as a wrestler and had never said anything to them about having feelings for him. Yet it was still that obvious?

You thought he was attractive and alright, sometimes on a night you wondered how he would feel between your legs rather than just your lonely hand. Occasionally you’d say his name when you finally hit that sensual high, but it had only ever been a whisper into a dark, empty room.

The lustful thoughts that cloud your head eventually clear when the sound of your phone pinging cuts through like a knife. Throwing the brothers a glare as they smirk at you, you pick the phone up and read the message.

K: Come to the gym and dress appropriate. Or dress inappropriate if you like. See you in 10 x

From the way your brain conjures up the dirtiest thoughts after reading that text you realise that you are well and truly doomed.

No good can come from this.

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As you head through the front doors of the nearby gym, the one that Kenny had text you the address for, you start to wonder if you should just bail and text him with some last minute reason.

Your conversation with the Bucks had left you unravelled, debating and arguing with yourself as you had hurriedly gotten change into some gym attire, telling yourself that this whole thing was a mistake.

Your Twitter was still a hot bed of activity, so much so that you’d decided to mute the app entirely, refusing to get any more invasive notifications come through.

Scanning the room you note that there’s not many people around, with one bored receptionist and a PT helping some guy on the far left. To the right was a full size ring, something which you hadn’t expected, predicting this to be a standard gym full of the usual equipment.

As you go to turn back, hoping to leave before you text Kenny to say you can’t make it, a voice calls out to you.

“There’s my beautiful partner.” Kenny announces rather proudly, sauntering over to you, his curls half-tied in a bun and wearing a black stretch shirt that hugs every inch of him. His words send butterflies scattering in your stomach.

“Partner?” You echo dumbly, your brain trying to play catch up.

Kenny’s eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinises your face. His cheerful demeanour is gone as he searches your eyes for answers to his unspoken questions. “Is something wrong?” He eventually queries aloud.

God, were you really that much of an open book?

Shaking your head you force a smile, deferring from his question as you ask one of your own.

“Why are we here?”

Kenny lights up with insurmountable giddiness, his serious attitude disappearing.

“To wrestle. I should’ve told you beforehand but when I spoke to Tony he was all for this...thing we’re doing.” When he pauses he gestures between the two of you, almost as though he wanted to say something else. “So he’s officially announced on Twitter that this Friday it’s gonna be me and you against Adam and Britt.”

You suddenly regretted muting your Twitter. At the same time, you knew that this announcement would’ve probably caused your phone to burst into flames from the sheer amount of notifications that were no doubt piling up whilst the two of you spoke.

“But that’s tomorrow!” You cry out, suddenly realising how little time there was to get ready.

“Which is why we need to get in there.” Kenny points to the ring you’d been eyeing up only moments ago.

The idea of bailing is no longer a notion in your head to consider. You’re in work mode now and the pressure of having to orchestrate a match for tomorrow evening is filling you with much needed energy. You can feel the itch to get in the ring swell inside of you.

The two of you enter the ring, ready to warm up. You unashamedly strip your hoodie off in front of him, a loose vest hidden underneath that mostly covers your sports bra. You’re not actively trying to flirt, but you can’t help but feel a little smug when his eyes do a double take and give you a once over from head to toe.

The two of you stretch in silence, helping to ease the muscles before what you were sure was going to be a strenuous day.

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The two of you broke up your session for some lunch, with your stomach crying out for the first thing you could manage to put in it. In your haste to meet up with Kenny you’d forgotten to get breakfast as planned and now you were paying dearly for it.

That’s not to say that you weren’t satisfied.

This morning had been effective, with you both bouncing ideas off each other. You had become so engrossed in getting this right that you’d barely registered all the times Kenny had come into contact with your body, which gave you a bit more hope that pulling off this ‘fake lovers’ angle wouldn’t be too excruciating for you.

You head down the road to a nearby pop up food shop, where you order a hot sandwich in a freshly cooked half baguette along with fries, with Kenny ordering the same, seemingly envious of your order.

Together you sit down in a booth by the window and you both demolish your meals in a matter of minutes, taking a rest afterwards as you sip your drinks. You take this moment to open Twitter. When you see Tony’s official announcement at the top of your timeline you can’t help let out a snort of laughter. Kenny looks up from his phone, curious and entertained by your uncouth outburst.

“The ‘It’ couple versus The Elite couple?” You laugh, showing him the tweet and match graphic below it. Kenny let’s out a chuckle as you hold the phone out for him.

“Shit, I haven’t got my glasses on. One sec.” He fumbles about in his hoodie pocket, pulling a neat little pair of reading glasses out and popping them on. You take a second to admire how normal he looks, in the nicest way possible.

He seems to be the most relaxed you’ve seen him yet, no worry lines creasing his forehead as he amusedly reads the tweet for himself. His glasses frame those startling cerulean eyes that you constantly find yourself staring at and you notice the little wrinkles at the corner that appear when he smiles.

“Well we are The Elite. You can’t knock him for trying.” Kenny replies, popping the glasses on top of his head now he’s finished with them. You find it a shame, loving how dorkier they make him than he already is.

“How come you don’t wear those often?” You ask.

He pulls a face at them. “I think they make me look weird...” He then corrects himself, “Well, weirder than I already am.”

“How are you weird? You’re Kenny Omega for crying out loud, you could tweet about the strangest, most obscure thing and I’d bet a hundred bucks that at least half your following would thirst post over how random you are.”

Your comment pulls a genuine, booming laugh from him, his cheeks tinged pink with faint embarrassment.

“I’ll take you on that bet.” He challenges you, pulling his phone out and typing something, his thumbs moving furiously over the keyboard. Once he’s finished you check your own mobile, refreshing your Twitter feed and nearly choking on your Sprite as you read his tweet. It’s a wild ride from start to finish.

Many people seem to share the same confusion, with Matt even going so far as to tag you and ask why you had left him unsupervised for this long. Nick tweets that Kenny needs to get help.

“How’d I do?” Kenny asks proudly.

Sure enough, when you scroll further through you see a worrying number of fans horny posting in his replies.

“Nailed it.” You sigh, digging around in your pockets for some cash. Kenny leans over and rests a hand on your arm.

“Don’t even think about giving me any cash.” He tells you sternly, asserting a dominant tone in his voice that makes your legs clench together.

“But you won the bet-”

“How about you agree to have dinner with me instead?” He offers, cutting you off before you can protest any further, something you certainly would have done had he let you.

Unable to refuse his earnest expression and the way the corner of his mouth curls upwards into a soft smile, you agree to dinner. It wasn’t an offer to a date, which is why you had no issue saying yes, knowing that there was no risk in going for a harmless meal.

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the-path-to-redemption · 1 year

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Bro didn't Monty make Raven? How is that racist when he's Asian too. And how is it even sexualized?? She's wearing a skirt like more than half the cast. She doesn't even have a boob window like Ruby and Weiss

And how is Sun whitewashed when he's literally tanned?

I swear this wokeness on Tumblr and twitter is a headache

I gotta spell it out now because no one has a brain here.

Monty is Asian, but Raven isn't designed to be fucking Asian. Her fucking design is full of orientalism because it looks cool, while her twin brother have an entirely different aesthetic. The bitch doesn't even fit the tribe she's in with her ronin ass.

Oh yes. She's not sexualized at all. This is totally not a shot that shows her fucking 5 inches long skirt and possible vag flash. Not to mention she's the same fucking body type as all the female characters despite being a seasoned fighter who should have more muscles on her, as well as protecting any possible inch of skin because she's constantly on the go fighting and surviving.

And look at my darling boy, Sun. Look at how not fucking Asian he is in the Maya model and pretend that your ass didn't completely ignored the way they lightened his skin and turned his almond shaped dark eyes into rounded light blues. Look at how not white-washed one of the only Asian characters in this show is.

Also, woke? What are you, a conservative? Must be, because you don't fucking look at your own biases and accuse people of things that aren't true even when we're showing you the fucking receipts.

Eat a pile of shit.

#answered #anonymous #rwby critical #rwde #fndm critical #racism in fndm #sun wukong #raven branwen #I am cursed with you fuckers

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Quarantine

Harry Hart x Reader Warnings: A little swear word. Word Count: 1,345 A/N: Surprise? I’m back again with another story! Started writing this about two weeks in after the world started to shut down. Maybe I should’ve put that as a trigger warning. To some, the lockdowns and the pandemic may be traumatic. Is it too soon to write about the pandemic? So, if you're following me on Twitter, you probably know that I've had covid once again. I tested positive on the antigen test after I experienced headaches and colds, and then I lost my sense of taste the day after. I think that pretty much confirms the accuracy of the test. My symptoms are mild and have improved since. I'm on my 5th day of isolation today. Thank you for the get well wishes! Much appreciated.

The title might sound boring, but I hope what I've written is not.

"I'm going to have to require you two for quarantine. We have to make sure you weren't infected. As we speak, both of your places are being prepared. But, you two are going to have to pick who's flat you’re going to stay at for 21 days. I need you two to look after the other, and support each other while in isolation." Merlin said as if he was giving you two a mission brief through the screen.

Your mission overseas went well. However, with the rising number of cases of nCoV all over the world, Kingsman couldn’t risk an infection within the agency. Even if they’re stocked and well-equipped to handle a case or the quarantine of their agents, they deemed it would be better for your overall health to stay at your own home, or whichever would be decided.

You opened your mouth to try to say something but Harry beat you to it. "I think it would be best to stay at (Y/N)'s place." He suggested. "(Y/N), do you agree?" Merlin asked you. "Yeah, sure." You haven’t thoroughly thought about this, you just agreed because it seemed like the proper answer at the moment. "Very well then. I'll have your things prepared, Harry. Anything you might need out of the usual aside from your clothes, toiletries, electronics, books?" "Let me think about it. I'll put it on the list if any. Thank you, Merlin. I'll be in my room packing a few of my things." Harry said to you and to Merlin, then he left.

"Merlin, I think it'll be better to convert the room I use as my home office for Harry's room while he's there?" You asked although it was more of a suggestion. "I was meaning to ask you that. I'll finalize the furniture orders.” You could hear his keyboard clacking, “And done. How about you? Do you need anything?" "Uh, I lost my yoga mat. I think I'll need one." "Added to the list. Anything else?" "Let me think about it too. I'll ring you if I've come up with something. Thanks, Merlin, you're the best."

As you walked back to your room inside the Kingsman mansion, you realized you were not exactly fond of the idea of having to live with Harry for weeks. You’re not used to sharing your space with someone. Harry would essentially be moving in. He’s probably not a bad roommate though, you just know it’s going to be a huge adjustment, especially with the fact that both of you aren’t allowed to go outside for weeks.

It took the whole day, but considering the norm outside of Kingsman, the furniture and other essential deliveries were fast. Your flat was spick and span, and your home office, Harry’s room, for the time being, was set up as if he’d been living there for quite a while.

You unlocked the door and welcomed Harry to his new temporary home. You gave him a little tour of the place, though there isn’t much to see. The last stop of the tour is his room, and you left him to get settled. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

The next thing you did was take a shower to wash off the day. You were poked and prodded by the Kingsman staff in personal protective equipment while waiting to be sent home. Both of your and Harry’s lab results are normal, but it’s not enough assurance that none of you caught the virus.

Merlin sent you home with a feast of takeout food for you and Harry, knowing you’re both exhausted to cook on your first night in quarantine. It’s almost unbelievable he’s human with all that brainpower to think of everything and then execute those things.

After dressing in your pajamas, you went downstairs to reheat the food, but Harry had the same idea. He was already in the middle of setting the table. “Dinner would be ready in a few m–“ the ding of the oven interrupted him, “–oh, moments.”

You were sat across from each other at your 4-seater dining table. Although this was your flat, it felt foreign to be in it with Harry. You’re not exactly close to him and have never hung out with him outside of Kingsman, you get to train and sent on missions paired up together, but you haven’t really bonded with him on a personal level. Now suddenly, you’re living with him.

There was a little small talk, including agreeing on how good was the food, “I have to ask Merlin where he got this because this is good,” you said. “Just don’t tell him that it was good, otherwise he’d say that he’s the one who made it.” And you shared a laugh.

Harry would’ve also done the dishes had you not insisted it should be your turn. If you had to pry the plates off his hands, you would. Besides, there’s still plenty of time for him to do the dishes as he pleased. Thankfully, he let you do it without a fight.

The next morning, Harry was already up before you were. When you arrived downstairs, everything was already set on the table. He was probably reading the morning news on his iPad.

“Good morning. Time to eat.” “Sorry, have you been waiting long? You should’ve had breakfast ahead without me.” “Nonsense.” He then poured you a cup of tea and you smiled in return.

The rest of the breakfast went by uneventfully, by now Harry has caught on with the division of tasks, but it’ll be better to talk with him about this just to be clear. You both got separate instructions from Merlin and had to do a daily medical log while in quarantine. So the two of you disappeared into your rooms to do that and some other paperwork.

By lunch, you finally went over with Harry the division of tasks. It’s not like you were setting house rules, it’s just so that you both pull your weight around the house, and not feel like a burden to the other. He did have some questions, suggestions, and other things he would like to do while he’s at your place. You have a small lawn in your backyard, and he asked about your plans for the place. He suggested it could be improved with a few plants, aside from the faded lawn chairs and the wild grass that has survived on its own. You agreed to let him do whatever he thinks would be good. He gave up living in his own flat probably thinking of your own comfort, this is the least you could do for him.

And then the rest of the week was spent with the following routine, except on the weekend.

Morning workout

Taking turns cooking breakfast or doing the dishes

Taking a shower

1-2 hours of desk work

Lunch. Again, whoever’s in charge of the cooking and the cleaning up

A little tidying up of the house or your room

Few more paperwork

The rest of the day goes on without a specific task at hand. Sometimes you do a bit more workout. Sometimes you try to finish a few of the personal projects you’ve started a while ago. Sometimes, you do a bit more online shopping.

Dinner. Dinner arrangement. You know how it works.

But you often end the day with a bath and skincare or a self-care (Yes, you’re a bad-ass agent and you’re also a huge fan of self-care)

By Saturday, you went on with your usual weekend plan of not getting out of bed until your stomach complained that it was hungry. However, you suddenly jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, quickly brushed your teeth, and washed your face.

You were doing a half-run going downstairs and yelled an apology. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” “I was beginning to think you died in your sleep,” Harry said, and you playfully pushed him on his shoulders.

It wasn't that late, just half-past nine, but Harry surely had been waiting for quite a while.

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Another A/N: Too light? Needs a bit more plot? Part 2? Yes. I’m just warming up. ;) Do you want this to be a series? You can suggest things. Let me know!

#Harry Hart x Reader #Harry Hart #Kingsman #Merlin #Kingsman Imagines #75th Post

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ngl the claims that have been making rounds on Twitter saying Aegon would make Aemond's bastard heir and marry him to Jaehaera are giving me massive headaches. I just can't believe how the same people are losing their minds at Helaemond theories (which they have every right to disagree with and dislike obviously, but they're harassing people over them) because it would make the Greens look like hypocrites and the Blacks would make fun of us yet at the same time push their even more delusional headcanons about Aemond's bastard on the rest of the Green fandom. My brother, your headcanons are arguably worse and Team Black is going to have a field day with us if they ever become canon or close to it. You can't possibly fight against Rhaenyra's Strong bastards inheriting the throne yet push for Aemond's Strong bastard (made with another Strong bastard) to be legitimised and be Aegon's heir.

For real, even if the boy turns out to be trueborn and Aemond stupidly married his mother, Aegon still wouldn't name him his heir, if anything he would name his own bastard heir. He would never have the support to do it from the remaining green lords and has no dragons left to impose his will on them. For example why should the Baratheons support such a move??? That kid would a reminder to them about Aemond NOT respecting his betrothal and spurning their daughter! It would be a slap in the face to support him, swearing allegiance to the Blacks would be a better move instead. And I'm not even accounting the Black lords who at that point had more military power than Aegon/the remaining Greens and would obviously oppose such a move. Do they really believe that Cregan Stark would stand for this? LMAO. Everyone would've rebelled against the Kinslayer's son with a bastard woman and alleged witch becoming their king. Like it or not, Jaehaera marrying Rhaenyra's son was the best move as it united both Aegon II's claim and Rhaenyra's. Aegon III was always the best choice for her and it also had the support of lords from both sides. Aemond's son would've caused further problems.

Also, like you've already pointed out by using the text from F&B, it's crazy for them to claim Al*s did not care about the Iron Throne when in reality she demanded those knights to bend the knee to her son, calling him trueborn and real king. If she really wanted to raise her kid in peace she would've released her hold onto Harrenhal and disappear with her son somewhere far away, but no, instead she actually put him in danger by claiming he's the real king. Now of course those people would probably argue that fighting for their child's claim was Al*s' way of honoring Aemond and their pure, genuine and tragic love, but let's be real, it's not hard to figure out why she actually did it.

It's simply insane how many Greens believe and are rooting for such a scenario. It's delusional and makes us look like the fandom's biggest fools. That kid will most likely end up dead (best case scenario he disappears and will never be heard from again) in Fire & Blood part 2, even more if Al*s raises him and instills into him the belief that he's the real heir and King and causes problems to King Aegon III, like trying to instigate a rebellion against him (and honestly this is probably why GRRM created him in the first place - to cause future problems to the Iron Throne). In that case the crown would have no option left but to kill him together with his mother and trust me, Daemon's sons would not hesitate to do just that. We also know Harrenhal will eventually be given to the Lothston family in the 150s which only means that Al*s and her son were dealt with one way or another. Now of course those people have further theories about that boy founding House Whent (making him the ancestor of the Stark kids from the main series) but the theory is even more crazy and delusional, has no basis and the timeline doesn't even match given the fact that the Whents were given Harrenhal decades after the Lothstons. Also why, just why would GRRM make Al*smond the Starks' ancestors. It serves no narrative purpose.

i agree with pretty much everything you said

as for the whent theory, idk enough lore to be able to argue if that would be plausible or not, but the only reason i saw people care about this theory beyond the romance of it is that "alicent's bloodline doesn't die out"

personally i'm far more interested in jaehaera, but i do have to wonder why the "we don't care about bloodlines continuing" position has turned into support for this theory. maybe the tb stans got to them, idk

but yeah, beyond the whent theory, which i can't really comment on, i think it was really funny that not only people believe aegon ii would marry his brother's son with a bastard and a witch to his daughter, but that he'd name him his heir and that it would be 100% a smart decision to make

i can tell you this: you dont even have to read f&b to see and foresee how that would be a bad decision beyond it being a fantasy because aegon ii wouldn't do that

and it's even funnier that it comes from fellow "greens", especially when some of them have the audacity to be so loud about other bastards

alys was a bastard and unlike luke and jace, she's unlikely to have a noble mother, and it'd be unlikely that she and aemond would marry, but even if that son would be "true born", he would still be the son of a bastard woman known to be a witch and neither the greens nor team black supporters would stand for this

aegon ii was seeking to make more true born heirs and part of the peace agreement was for jaehaera and aegon iii to wed

and i think funnier still was the idea that aegon would castrare aegon iii and send him to the wall 💀 i think people don't understand the fragile situation that the greens were in at the end of the dance and how keeping aegon iii unharmed was key to appeasing the team black supporters

#asks #anti alysmond #twitter is craaazy

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so. how about that i7 episode huh. *collapses on the floor*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11dies

SO THE FIRST PART LET'S START THERE (im going to scream and cry about the whole episode right now so cut)

kaoru anesagi i fucking love you with all my heart she deserves so so much for giving nothing but her all and working her fucking ass off for these boys her crying alone is enough to break my heart and the way not a SINGLE ONE OF HER FUCKING TEARS IS JOYFUL. IT'S ALL BECAUSE HER BOYS HAVE LOST IT ALL!!!!! SHE CAN ONLY FEEL GRIEF RIGHT NOW ARGHH STARTS BITING

and then the trigger live in the rain... the way it goes through all our idols stopping what they're doing to watch the broadcast on their phone is heartwarming and Well, you know me, always very excited when we get a live performance in this anime and i looooooove love secret night, i have the choreography bits from their anime debut with it memorized so, to the girls who were mouthing the words during the performance, me fucking too i was doing the dance and singing along even for the whole segment with yamamitsunagi (of course except for the brief moment where i had to go "Don't even say that right now dude. don't even go there There is no sakura haruki that bitch is dead and gone i swear don't even with me right now")

.....which leads us to TENN FUCKING CRYING ON STAGE AFTER THE SONG..........AAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCKKKKKKKK DUUUDE an d and riku monologuing about it this is such deep ass shit for an idol show it's ridiculous Tenn Kujo is a strange strange little guy and i want to punch him for it and cradle himin my arms because everything is okay but also he needs to get his shit together but also life isnt fair to him but but :((((

(plus those girls who ran all the way from fuck knows where to get to trigger in the rain oouughhh my heart these in universe fans are so wonderful and passionate it's so relieving whenever they show their undying support)

so im reeling over that right. only half way through. and i play the idolish7 video game so i have a vague memory of the plot outline, right? we get to the scene where iori is rewinding clips of riku and i pause to hold my face. LET MEOUT WE CAN'T DO THIS NOT HERE NOT NOW I DONT WANT TO WATCH THIS ANYMORE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO this meta arc is so incredible and interesting from a writer's point of view and from an anime consumer point of view even but for Fucking Sake dude they are IDOLS just HAPPY LITTLE POSITIVE IDOLS CAN YOU LEAVE ME ALONE AND MAYBE SAVE THIS TOPIC FOR LIKE..A REGULAR SHONEN JUMP OR SOME SHIT come on (the way iori is the only one who didnt watch the trigger live because he was too busy being weird and breaking my heart. whatever)

then that WHOLE ASS SCENE where the environmental symbolism ISNT SUBTLE AT ALLL with riku sitting in the dark half of the room while iori is in the light AND I DONT EVEN NEED TO SAY IT DO I. HEARTBREAKING, VOMMITING MY GUTS OUT, MAD AT IORI, MAD AT THE WRITERS, MAD AT THE WORLD

the way he full on WHISPERED with ALL THE DESPERATION OF THE EARTH AND HEAVEN AND HELL IN HIS VOICE didn't i promise to make you a superstar? don't go anywhere without me

if i7 was just a smidge more popular iori nation would be fighting for their fucking lives on twitter right now. im telling you i can see it and im getting a headache imagining it

and then we went there again with the live! i love perfection gimmick :)! i have every bit of choreography they gave us memorized from the iori center arc (normal well adjusted behavior) and the lyrics are particularly easy to sing for japanese learning beginners! so when i tell you i started kicking and punching the air when riku didn't do his fucking part with me. and then he goes and starts CRYING. I AM SICK I AM SOOOO SO SICK

and iori's. speech his revelational speech to tsumu. i was screaming and eating my entire fist i was really trying to get as much of my hand into my mouth as i possibly could that was the most painful thing to listen to i think we all need to never watch an episode of idolish7 again and we will all be okay. im not even going to get into picking apart his points and why i feel so strongly about them being brought to light we'd be here for 6 more hours But but the way he DOUBLES DOWN when tsumu tries to take him off of it and just like i mean like iori, girl, so true, so insightful, but this road will only lead us straight into hell. Please

i dont want to give stupid ass kujo whom i punch through my screen (physically, for real i start hitting my screen when he shows up on instinct) the time of day but when he says that tenn is just doing what riku does... sapping empathy out of the fans to regain trigger's bearings.........fuuuuuuuck let me ooooout

and of course. finishing off the shitshow with the zool ed that fucks severely. by that point all of the life has been drained from my body but i must dance because it still goes hard. a lovely way to end evey mental breakdown this forsaken show bestows upon me

[nyas weakly and collapses onto the floor with you]

#riku nanase i'll fucking get you out of there babe I'LL FUCKING GET YOU OUT FUCK THIS META FUCK IT #nyx in my ask box #[walks out of every idolish7 episode covered in blood] War is hell.#IM SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT..#normal. feeling normal about fictional characters #idolish7 #idolish7 spoilers #i am so so sorry i wrote all of this i need to calm down

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