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Rebounding/4

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader, Past Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 7.5k

Includes- Angst, sex from behind, table sex, kitchen sex, public sex, cock riding, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Part 1. Part 2. Part 3

Tae POV

"Yo Tae!", Jungkook calls as I walk into practice

"What?"

I just woke up and rushed here

Raon forgot to set an alarm like I asked her to

I woke up to Namjoon calling me and yelling at me to get my ass to practice

"Tell Jo congrats"

What?

Congrats about what?

"Uh what?"

He raises his eyebrow, "You don't know?"

I shake my head

I don't

I haven't spoken to her since I called her those names

The guys don't know about that

They think I still talk to her regularly

I finally texted last month trying to get her to talk to me but she never answered

And I didn't try hard enough to reach her although I know where she lives and works

I'm a horrible friend

"She's dating an idol. Seonghwa from ATEEZ. He just announced their relationship. And get this, his fans are happy for him"

She what?

What's going on?

"What?", I ask tiredly

Jungkook hands me his phone, the news at the top of Google's page

There's a picture of him and her, the title of the article reading, "Idol Park, Seonghwa of ATEEZ has a girlfriend"

I clench my jaw, my eyes popping open

It's one of the guys that she fucked that day

She actually dating one of them

"I texted her but she hasn't answered back yet. So tell her congrats when you talk to her"

"Uh huh", I say distractedly, reading the article

He announced their relationship through social media first then his company KQ confirmed the post and their relationship

The statement from KQ says they've been together for ten months and they hope ATINY will continue to support him, his relationship and ATEEZ

Clicking on the link to the Instagram post, I'm taken to ATEEZ's Instagram

The picture is of them together, sitting in a dressing room

I can tell she's sitting on his lap as she faces the camera because he's leaning forward, his chin on her shoulder, face next to hers

She's leaning towards him, her head resting against his, smiles on their faces

He is good looking I'll give him that

But her....she's stunning

Her big beautiful brown eyes are shining, black around them in her signature winged eyeliner

Her hair is a lot longer than the last time I saw her, the color a pretty bright cerulean

She's smiling and it's gorgeous

She looks so happy and a spark of jealousy erupts in my chest

Ok what the hell is wrong with me?

There is not reason for me to be jealous

I have Raon and now Joanne has someone

I should be happy for her

I am happy for her

It's just....I miss her

In every way possible

And why him?

Why one of the guys she fucked?

She couldn't find someone else other than the guy who used her?

Is she in love with him?

Or is she just with him for sex?

And why am I questioning this like I'm her father?

My eyes move to the caption, "Me and my jagi💗", more jealously washing over me

This is insane

She's not mine, she's his

I shouldn't feel like this

It has to be a fluke

Probably just because I miss sex with her

Raon still isn't too open in bed and I'm getting bored of the same thing

Almost anything I suggest she turns down

She only lets me blind fold her which is getting dull

She still won't play into the daddy kink or let me tie her up or anything

She also doesn't ride me that much, getting tired easily

It's not like sex is everything because it isn't but it's not something I'm craving from Raon like I craved it from Joanne

I need to stop thinking about this

She's with Seonghwa now, out of reach and I have Raon

Handing Jungkook his phone back, I don't say anything, just get in to position for the first song we're gonna practice

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Two weeks later

J POV

"Hwa, harder!", I moan, in so much pleasure from his cock fucking into me from behind

He grips my hips so hard, his snapping into me harder than before

I keep my cheek against the table, my hand crushing napkins and the tablecloth in my small kitchen

The wet sound of his cock moving inside me adds to his sexy moans and the sounds of his skin hitting mine

I don't even know how we ended up like this

He slept over, I made breakfast, we ate and as we were cleaning up I bumped into him and that apparently did it

I shouldn't be surprised though

We have sex any chance we get

I can't get enough of him

His kisses, his touches, his body against mine, his cock inside me

I swear I could sit on his dick all day, kiss his sweet lips all day, run my fingers in his hair and touch his soft cheek

I've almost told him I love him so many times but that fear is still there and keeps me from saying it

I hope he knows I love him from my actions but I know he'd love to hear it

I'll get there soon

"Mmm getting so tight jagi", he whimpers, "Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes Hwannie. Fuck", I moan, teetering on the edge

His cock hits my spot and I scream his name, coming for the third time, pleasure wracking my body

"Yes jagi. Fuck such a pretty messy you're making"

He pulls out when I finish, turns me around and lifts me into the table

He moves between my open legs, moving my legs around his waist, his cock plunging inside me

"Hwannie", I cry, leaning my head back, his mouth pressing kisses all over my neck

He wraps his arm around me, hand on my ass as he pulls me to the edge of the table

His hips move lightening fast, fucking me stupid

His free hand wraps around my boob, fingers pinching my nipple and tugging on my ring, sending pleasure down my spine

"Fuuuccckkk", I whine

His hips slap into me, cock moving so fast it's hard for me to clench around him but I do my best

He buries his cock inside me, grinding into me, his head rubbing my spot as I desperately moan his name

"Oh fuck yes", he moans, hips pressing into me, cock rubbing faster, "Cream my cock baby. Throb harder"

"Mmm, yeah baby. I'll make your cock so messy", I murmur, the pleasure turning off my brain

"Do it. Now baby. I want it now. Let me feel you"

Ecstasy slams into me as I fall over the edge, pulsing so fast around him, I can't stop

"Seonghwa!", I yell, hearing him moaning, "Fill me Hwa. Give me your cum baby"

"Joanne fuck", he cries, burying his face in my neck, cock throbbing inside me as he unloads his cum

I feel the warmth from his cum and I fucking love it

Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him tightly as he cums, kissing his beautiful neck and shoulder everywhere

"My baby", I whisper

"My jagi", he murmurs, kissing my neck

We stay hugging each other for a few minutes but of course it has to end

He'll be even later for practice than he already is

His phone kept ringing and I know it's Hongjoong calling him

"We have to go Hwa"

He hurrumphs, squeezes me tightly then lets go

"We'll be together later ok? After work I'll come get you from...whenever you are", I assure him

"I know baby. I just...miss you"

I smile, "I miss you too Hwa"

He leans closer, giving me a quick sweet kiss, then he helps me off the table and we get dressed

"Jagi?", he says

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

I look over at him, "Sure"

Inside my heart is pounding wondering if this is finally it

If he's going to leave for good

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me to the Fact music awards on Saturday"

I blink, taking in what he asked

It's completely the opposite of what I thought he was going to say

Then my mind catches up to what he said

"An award show?", I gape

That's big

I don't know of any idol who have brought their significant other to an award show

Then again I don't really watch the whole awards show and almost never watch the red carpet part

"Yeah jagi", he smiles, "I want you to come with me. Everyone knows about us and the managers agreed"

He's not wrong

So far ATINYS have accepted us

Of course there are some who send hate and say nasty things but they're far and few in between

From their comments, ATINY likes me apparently and think I'm good for Seonghwa

They love the pictures we post and always ask him for more so he gives them more

He asked me to make another Instagram so I could post pictures of us and told me not to use my name in the username

He didn't want me to use my personal Instagram either so I took his advice, privated my personal one and made a new one which he linked on one of the pictures he posted

Overnight I got millions of followers on that Instagram, asking for more pictures of us too

Needless to say our relationship has not had a negative effect on ATEEZ

"This is big Hwa. Are you sure?"

"Definitely jagi", he says, coming over to me and taking my hands, "I want you with me. I don't care what anyone says"

I think about it for a second then nod, "Yeah Hwa ok"

"Yeah", he smiles, "You sure you wanna go?"

I nod, "Yeah Hwa. I want to be there with you. I'll always support you and be by your side baby"

"Thanks jagi. You're the best", he says, kissing me again

I fall into his amazing kiss, not wanting it to end

His phone goes off and he groans into the kiss before he pulls away

"Let's go baby before Hongjoong had a cow", I giggle

"Yeah yeah", he mutters, texting on his phone

I take his hand and pull him through my apartment door so I can get him to practice as fast as I can

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Three days later

"This dress?", I gape

"Yes", Aera, one of the stylists nods, "You need to hide your tattoos"

I mean yeah I know that but the chest area is....kinda revealing

Not kpop like at all

When I agreed to go to the music awards I asked Seonghwa what I was supposed to wear

I had nothing to wear at a red carpet award show

He told me not to worry, that they stylists were already working on a dress, hairstyle and makeup for me

I just had to show up

Easy

I already had my hair washed again, even though I showered before I got here, and had my makeup done

I insisted on winged eyeliner and the makeup artist, Mina, sighed but added it in

"Joanne, just put the dress on. Grace still has to do your hair"

I just nod, letting Aera lead me behind a curtain

She stands there with the dress and I'm wondering why she's still here

"Ummm", I stammer

"Take your clothes off"

I raise my eyebrow, "What?"

She rolls her eyes, "Please. You don't have anything I haven't already seen. Take your clothes off, get in the dress and let me fix you"

Alrighty then

I undress, although I am uncomfortable

At least I can keep my bra and underwear on

Aera helps me into the dress, zippering the back for me

Moving in front of me, she sticks her hand in the front of the dress, grabs a handful of boob and pushes it up

"Hey!", I protest

"Oh shush. You have the boobs for this dress so flaunt them"

"I thought kpop was all about being modest", I grumble

"Not if you're Seonghwa's girlfriend apparently. He picked the dress out"

He did?

Why didn't he tell me he did?

He has good taste

The dress is nice, something I'd wear or choose myself

After Aera puffs up my boobs, she directs me to a chair

Hae the hair stylist, starts immediately attacking my hair while Aera puts on my shoes

Like I couldn't do it myself

I sit in the chair for a long time, Hae doing god knows what to my hair

"Where's Seonghwa?"

"He's getting dressed with all the other members", Hae answers, "He's going to come get you when you're ready"

When she's done, she tells me to stand and gives me a hand mirror so I can look at the style

It's a pretty braided waterfall style, with pieces of silver leaves in it

"It's so pretty", I tell Hae, "Thank you"

"Sure. I love getting the chance to play with long hair. I don't do it often as a stylist of a boy group"

"Well you're so good at it"

"Thanks"

"Jagi?"

I turn to Seonghwa's voice, my mouth dropping

Oh my god

He looks.....fucking..... incredible

Black vest, long black suit jacket, black pants, black boots

And his hair

Up in a half ponytail

I clench my legs together, my boyfriend totally turning me on

But that's a given

His eyes are huge as he looks at me

"Jagi, you're.....fuck Jo....so beautiful baby"

I smile, walking closer to him

"Please baby, you're so sexy", I say, going right into his arms, mine around his neck, his around my waist, "You're hair Hwa. So sexy"

"Yeah? You like it like this?"

I nod, "Uh yeah. Like is an understatement"

He chuckled, "I'll wear it like this for you more often"

"Only if you want Hwannie. Don't do anything just for me. You know I think you're hot all the time"

"Oh yeah?", he smiles

"Duh", I laugh

"Yeah well, I happen to think you're always-"

"Stop Hwa", I tell him, "You don't have to say anything back just because I said it to you"

"Don't do that jagi", he says, shaking his head, "Don't stop me from telling you the truth. You never believe me when I say that you're hot or sexy or beautiful. But Jo, you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my life"

I smile softly, looking into his brown eyes

I know he's telling the truth

It's just crazy how he can have anyone and he wants me

"You're my sexy, super hot, beautiful girl"

I giggle, "You're my sexy, super hot, handsome boy"

He laughs, leaning down, his soft lips against mine

I fall into his kiss, loving every single time his lips are on me

He could kiss me anywhere and I'd love it

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth, my tongue immediately against his

His hands move to my ass, squeezing hard as the kiss gets heated

As I press my body against his, I feel his hard on through his pants

I swear, this man has a ridiculous sex drive

First this morning, then right before we came here and now

And fuck, my sex drive matches his because I want him right now

"Baby's hard"

"Always around you jagi", he murmurs, "Can you help me fix it?"

"Always", I answer

He pulls away from me, taking my hand and leading me into the next dressing room

Which happens to be empty

He locks the door and when he turns to me, I press my lips against his, kissing him, my hands opening his jacket then his belt

Taking his hand, I break the kiss, dragging him to the armchair and positioning him in front of it

Getting the rest of his pants open, I pull them and his boxers down, shoving him lightly down on the chair, his big hard cock already straining and leaking cum

"Time?"

"Not much jagi. The guys are almost ready"

I nod

Blow job later then

Climbing on his lap, I hike the skirt of the dress up, his hand reaching out and pulling my panties to the side

I don't even have to hold his cock in place, he's that hard

I get his head in, then slide down his amazing length, my pussy opening up just for him

I'm so wet, I get his entire length in so easily, sitting flush against him, rocking on his dick, head brushing against my spot

"Oh god, jagi", he moans, his hands on my hips, "Fuck so good. God baby, it's like you were made for me"

I nod, feeling that way too, "Yes baby. You were made for me"

"I was jagi. I was", he assures me, "I was made to be inside you"

"Mmmm baby", I whimper, moving my hips faster, listening to his quickening breathing, feeling the pleasure only he can give me

No one else

Just him

"I was made to be on you Seonghwa", I murmur, bouncing slightly on him, "I was made to be with you"

He pulls me to him, his lips against mine as he kisses me deeply

I keep bouncing, holding onto his vest for balance

"I was made to be with you Joanne", he says through kisses, "Only you jagi"

"Only you Hwa", I confirm, kissing him back

His hands move to my hips, helping me bounce on him, our lips not leaving each other's

His hip move us, meeting me and going so deep, feeling fucking incredible

I love when he goes in this deep, it's so fucking pleasurable and I just want him there all the time

How he turned me into this mush for him I don't know but I'm glad he did

"Mm faster baby", he murmurs, between kisses, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing hard, "Cum for me baby"

I take his cock in and out, his tip hitting my spot

I tighten on his length, riding him fast to make us both cum before anyone starts looking at us

We're both breathing hard into each other's mouths, still kissing desperately as the pleasure tips over

I feel his cock throb, his warm cum spilling inside me just as I orgasm around his length

Stars blast in my vision as I moan against his lips, the pleasure so fucking intense

We ride it out together, clinging onto each other

When we finish, I lean my forehead against his, looking in his eyes, touching his cheek softly

I realize in this instant that I can't live without this man

That I will do anything for him

The love I feel for him is immense, I can't even describe it

I didn't love Tae a fraction of how much I love Seonghwa

Seonghwa is my life, my everything

"Hwa", I start, "I-"

"SEONGHWA!", Hongjoong screams, pounding on the door, "We have to leave now!"

"Alright!", Seonghwa roars

"Now!", Hongjoong screeches, "I knew he'd do this! He can't keep it in his fucking pants for one fucking afternoon! Goddamn it!"

"I think Hongjoong just had that cow I'm always saying he's gonna have", I giggle

"Yeah", Seonghwa grumbles, "He's such an ass. When he had a girlfriend he did the same thing I am and no one said shit to him"

I shrug, "Maybe he's just mad he's not getting any"

Seonghwa snorts, "He needs to get laid"

I giggle, nodding and getting up from his lap

My panties fall back into place and I pull my dress down while he fixes his pants

"Jagi, shouldn't you uh...do you need tissues?"

"Why, is it leaking?", I ask, not feeling anything coming out from my panties

Yeah his cum is pooling in them but that's fine with me

"No uh...I mean...isn't it in.. .your-"

"Panties? Yeah", I smirk, moving closer to him, "But won't you like knowing that your cum in is in my pussy and my panties during this award show? When we're on the red carpet and you're doing interviews?"

He swallows hard, "Yeah jagi, I like that idea"

"Good baby", I say, standing on my toes and giving him a kiss on the cheek, then taking his hand, "Let's go"

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The car we're in pulls up to a section of the red carpet and I am gaping at how many people are here

Reporters and other idols on the red carpet, screaming fans all around

I see Monsta X is here, Blackpink, Stray Kids

And BTS

They're already on the red carpet, doing an interview

There are so many people

"Jagi"

My eyes move to his

"Don't be afraid jagi ok? I'm here with you ok? Just hold my hand and follow me", he says

I nod, "Ok Hwa"

He leans forward, kissing me softly, then opens the door

Screams of his name penetrate the car and I'm so fucking nervous, I feel sick

He turns to me, takes my hand and helps me out of the car

Lights flash in my face, blinding me as screams of "Seonghwa's jagi" ring in my ear

He hasn't revealed my name yet, so they call me Seonghwa's jagi, which I think is cute

"Stay with me", he says and I nod

His fingers lace with mine and we start walking

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Standing at the side of the stage, I watch my baby performing

He walks on the stage, his beautiful profile on display as he sings

Right before he went on stage he asked for a good luck kiss

I told him not to be silly because he didn't need any luck

He never does, him and all the guys are amazing at their performances

But I kissed him anyway because he asked and because I always want to kiss him

He smiles as he dances, the camera focusing on him

I can never understand how they're so in sync with each other

Or how they can keep going while sweating up a storm

I can't imagine

I hate sweating

I only allow it when Seonghwa and I are having sex

Because other things are preoccupying my mind at that moment

I admire him and all the idols who perform and give it their all

Seonghwa is back in the middle, sweating so much, singing and his eyebrow raising in such a sexy stare

I can't with this man

My man

I decide that I'm going to tell him

Tonight

When we get back to my room, I'm going to tell him that I love him more than anything in this world

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Tae POV

I sit on the couch, waiting for the rest of the guys to get ready for our performance

We go on in like half an hour

I'm once again scrolling through Joanne's new Instagram

Clenching my jaw at the photos of her and Seonghwa

Ever since he announced their relationship, her Instagram is full of him

Pictures of dates they've been on

Pictures of them backstage at their performances, at their dance practices, backstage at photo shoots, music shoots

A lot of them are candid pictures I guess his members take

They're not looking at the camera, only at each other, smiling or talking

One where they're asleep on a dressing room couch

One where he's kissing her hand, her smile so wide and beautiful

One where he's getting his hair done and she's next to him both of them laughing in the mirror

And it sends me into a rage every time I see them

Every time she adds a new picture

Every time a picture of them comes out in the media

And to add to it, their fans, ATINYS, love her

They love him and her together

I heard them today when they came out on the red carpet

The fans screaming "Seonghwa's jagi"

I almost had a heart attack when I saw her with him

At an award show, in that fucking short revealing dress

His hand in hers as she followed him and ATEEZ

She stood behind him while they did interviews, stood next to him when the reporters asked for couple pictures

I didn't even come here with Raon

She came with her group, I came with BTS and we've been apart for the entire award show

We're seated close to ATEEZ and I've had to watch her with him, his arm around her waist, her leaning her head on his shoulder, their hands grasping each other's

Him whispering in her ear and her giggling

It's torture

Raon is not in my mind at all

I don't even know where her group is sitting, I haven't looked for her

I just can't take my eyes off Joanne and I realize that I love her

I'm in fucking love with her

I had her and I gave her away

Chose another girl who I thought was better but isn't

I was so dumb to think anyone could know me better than her

And I don't know what to do

I can't call her out of nowhere, after all these months and say "Oh by the way, I'm in love with you"

That would never fly, even if she did feel something for me

I just don't know what to do

I want her back

I shut my phone off, rubbing my forehead

I can't even complain about how unfair this all is because it's my fault

I drove her away

I'm stupid

People pass as I sit and wait and I do nothing but think about her

Someone passes and I look up, surprised to find her walking towards a door a few rooms away from us

And I make a split decision

Standing up, I leave our dressing room, calling her name

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J POV

"Jo", someone calls, making me stop

I turn around, surprised to see Tae behind me

I haven't spoken to him for a long time

He just dropped me after he called me a slut and whore

He didn't even text when Seonghwa announced our relationship

I know he saw all the stuff in the media

The guys texted me, wishing me happiness with Seonghwa

But nothing from him

Not a fucking word

"Uh hi Tae", I say awkwardly

It's so sad

He was my best friend, the one who I could tell anything to

The one who was always there for me and me for him

And now it's like we're strangers

I hate this is what we've become

"Hi Jo"

"Uh how's Raon?", I ask, looking everywhere but at him

"Oh uh, she's....she's good"

He doesn't say anymore and I wanna get back to Seonghwa

"So uh congratulations on BTS wins so far. I can't wait to see your performance", I say, "I'll uh, I'll see you around"

"Wait", he asks, before I can turn around

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you?"

I raise my eyebrow, "Uh now isn't a good time. Seonghwa's waiting for me"

"Seonghwa", he mutters, rolling his eyes, "The rebound"

What the fuck did he just say?

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I uh-"

"No, what was it you said? What did you call him?", I snap

No way he is saying some shit about my boyfriend

I never said anything negative about Raon and he has the balls to say something about Seonghwa

Who he's never even met

"No, tell me what you said. You had the balls to say something under your breath. Say it to my face"

He looks nervous and he should

He knows I don't fucking back down

"I said the rebound ok?"

"The rebound. From who? You?", I snarl, "How the fuck can you say that about someone you never met?"

"I uh...I didn't think ok?"

"Yeah great. I never said shit about Raon. And let me tell you I had a lot to fucking say!", I growl

"Jo-"

"I can't believe you! You didn't even text me when he announced out relationship! All the guys did but nothing from you!"

"I know. I...I didn't know what to say"

"How about congratulations! Or fucking acknowledge that we're together. Something. Anything!"

He just stands there not saying anything and I'm just completely done

I turn around without a word

"Joanne wait! I wanted to-"

"I don't have time, Tae"

"I just... Fuck. Joanne I love you", he shouts

I stop in my tracks, turning back to him, so fucking shocked at his words

"Excuse me?"

"I love you. I'm in love with you", he confesses, coming closer to ne

What the fuck is going on?

Why is he telling me this now?

When I'm finally happy with someone else

"You're with Raon", I point out

"I know. I know but I don't...I don't love her. Us, we haven't been working out for months. I kept thinking of you. I realized I love you"

Yeah now he realizes, when I'm with Seonghwa

"I want to be with you. I don't want Raon. I'll break up with her. I was stupid. It was always you not her"

I can't believe this

This is really happening now?

Tae is confessing his love for me when Seonghwa hasn't yet

But even though Seonghwa hasn't, I won't ever leave him

He's my one

The one I want to spend the rest of my life with

If Tae said this before, then maybe things would be different

But they're not

I love Seonghwa and nothing, no one will change that

And Tae needs to know that

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Seonghwa POV

I'm hyperventilating

I went to see where Joanne was

She said she was going to the bathroom but she was gone for a long time

I thought maybe she was lost

But I found her outside the dressing room a few doors down talking to Tae

Which isn't a problem in itself

I know he's her best friend or well he was

I wasn't jealous, I hung back, letting them talk

But now I'm freaking out

He told her he loves her

Yelled it when she tried to walk away

And I moved closer to hear what he's saying to my girlfriend

He wants to break up with his girlfriend and wants to be with my jagi

And I don't know what to do

Do I interrupt them and tell him to fuck off?

Do I wait for her to answer him?

Do I run away and cry, hoping for the best?

I don't know

All I know is I love her so much

I was waiting to tell her and now I may never get a chance

This is Taehyung we're talking about

Her best friend

She was in love with him for years, sleeping with him for close to a year

Wishing he'd see her, wishing she was with him

And she was so hurt by him that she almost didn't give me a chance

And now that guy, the one she always wanted is telling her he loves her

What chance do I have?

I know she likes me but I don't know if her feelings are deeper than that

I keep hoping I wasn't the rebound guy, the one she was with to make her forget about Tae but I don't know for sure

I hope she sees me and not just a placeholder for him

"Jo? Please say something", he asks

I'm might lose her and I don't know how I'm gonna survive

"Tae", she says, my heart pounding in my chest as I look down, "I...I love-"

Fuck, she's gonna say she loves hi-

"Seonghwa"

My head snaps up, shock entering my body

She-

"I love Seonghwa", she repeats, "I'm sorry Tae, but I don't feel that way for you anymore. After everything....he was there. He wasn't just a one time fuck like you thought he was. He's not a rebound like you think he is, he never was"

The look on Tae's face is pure disbelief

Like he can't believe she'd choose me over him

"He wanted me Tae. He...he's amazing and he makes me the happiest I've ever been in my whole life"

My eyes fill with unshed tears as I hear what she thinks of me

"He knew about me and you. About how hurt I was after you dropped me. And when he asked me to be with him, I was hesitant. I almost said no. He promised he'd never hurt me, he promised we'd go at my pace and he kept his word. He's so understanding, he's sweet, caring, loving. He's funny and his smile lights up my world", she says, "I can't imagine being without him. It hurts to think of being without him. I see my future with him. I love him more than anything in the world. He has my whole heart, forever."

I feel the same way

She has all of me, my heart, every part

"I'm sorry Tae. If you came to me before I fell in love with Seonghwa, then I'd probably would have been with you", she says, "But not now. I'm never leaving Seonghwa. He's my world. He's the love of my life"

I can't stay still, my feet bringing me to her

"Jagi", I call softly

She turns around, her eyes wide, a little fear in her face

Fear I'll make go away

"Hwa-", she starts

"I love you", I blurt, taking her hand, pulling her to me, "I love you so much"

Leaning down, I press my lips against hers in a sweet kiss, putting all my love into it

She kisses me back and I can feel her love in the kiss

It fills my body with so much happiness

After the kiss ends, she looks up at me, "I love you Seonghwa. I.... I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I was scared"

"I know jagi, it's ok baby. I was worried too baby. I didn't know if you were ready to hear it, that's why I didn't tell you first"

"I'm not afraid anymore Hwa. I love you. I love you so much"

I swear I've never been happier in my entire life

"I love you Joanne. More than anything"

She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me hard and I can feel her love for me in the kiss

I pour all of my love for her into it and I know she feels it too

After we pull away, she takes my hand, lacing our fingers and turns to Tae

"I'm sorry Tae but I love Seonghwa. I'm his. Always"

Tae looks upset but he just nods

"By the way Tae, this is Seonghwa", she says, "Seonghwa, Tae"

"Hi", I say, "Don't ever try to take my girlfriend from me again or we're gonna have problems"

I don't care that I love BTS and am a huge fanboy

No one is taking her from me

"I have no problems if you want to be friends with her but that's all she will be to you. A friend. I'm not letting her go and I will fight for her"

Tae nods, "Noted"

I nod too, "As long as we're clear"

"Tae where are you- Jo?"

Jungkook comes out from one of the rooms, his face breaking into a smile when he sees her

"Jo!"

He jogs over to her and she lets go of my hand to hug him

"Hi Kookie!"

"Jo I missed you! Where the fuck did you go?"

"No where. I've still been around", she laughs

"I kept telling this idiot to bring you around", he says nodding to Tae, "But he never does"

"Oh yeah well....we haven't been talking much", she answers

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Tae, "Well whatever, I'll text you and you come to hang ok?"

"Definitely", she agrees

He looks at me, smiles and holds his hand out, "Seonghwa right?"

I shake him hand nodding, kinda in awe that he knows who I am

"I'm Jungkook"

"Hi"

"Congrats on your relationship announcement. Jo's a great girl"

I smile, "I know. I'm so lucky to have her"

"Oh shush Hwa", she rolls her eyes

"Now now, let the man talk", Jungkook laughs, "I'm glad you're fans accept you guys. That was a ballsy move, I'll give you that"

I shrug, "Yeah well it worked out good"

He nods, "That's great"

"Jungkook!"

He turns to his name, Jimin coming out of the room

"Jo?", he says

"Hi Min"

"Jo's here!", he yells into the room, then comes over to us and hugs her, "I missed you!"

"I missed you too Min"

One by one all the BTS members come out and hug her, telling her how much they miss her

They all say hi to me too, already knowing my name and congratulating us on our announcement

"Seonghwa! What the fuck!", Hongjoong yells, coming out of the room with the guys, "You are not going to go off and have sex right now! We have to go back to our seats! Keep it in your pants until you get home with her!"

I blush so hard, mentally facepalming myself

"Goddamn", Hobi laughs

"So I hear you getting some on the regular Jo", Jungkook teases

"Shut up", she rolls her eyes

"Joongie, shut up and come and meet BTS you dork", she yells at him

"BTS?", I hear Mingi say

"How do you know BTS?", Wooyoung exclaims

"Tae is my best friend", she answers

"Why haven't you told us that!", San shrieks

Why are they like this?

Why are they so loud?

When the guys get to us, she does the introductions between both our groups

"Joonie, Joongie, leader and leader/ captain"

Namjoon and Hongjoong shake hands and before I know it everyone is shaking everyone's hand and saying hi

There's lots of "I'm a huge fan" and "I love you guys" on our end

And on their end they say, "You guys are really good" or "Great performance"

I watch the groups mingle together for a few minutes while I just stand with my baby

"Jo you are so fucking cool!", Wooyoung exclaims

"She is right? And funny", Jimin laughs

"Is she sarcastic with you too? Because that sass is insane!", Hongjoong laughs

"Yeah she taught Yoongi the art of sarcasm", Hobi laughs

"Hey I rubbed off on her too!", Yoongi adds

"What did I do?", she giggles

"It seems you united fifteen dorks as you like to call us"

"Yeah I did", she laughs

After a few more minutes, Namjoon says that they're going on in a little so they have to get ready

Everyone says bye, the BTS members making plans to hang out with her and inviting us too

She is our link to them after all

The guys say bye and they walk away, toward the arena

She hugs all the BTS members and they go back to their room one by one but when she gets to Tae, she stands in front of him

"Tae, you're my best friend", she says softly, "I miss you so much. I'm sorry I can't be what you want but I can still be your best friend. I'll still be here for you, support you, always. Whenever you're ready for that, you can call me. Don't be afraid to ok? I'll never turn you away"

He nods, then pulls her into a hug, which she returns

"I'm sorry Jo. I'm sorry I hurt you. I want to be your best friend again. I miss you. I'm sorry things are shitty between us but I'll fix it ok?", he says, "And congratulations on your relationship with Seonghwa. He's a good guy. Willing to fight me and all for you. He's a keeper"

I smile to myself hearing him

Like I told him, I don't care that they're friends

I would never tell her who she can and can't be friends with

As long as he keeps his love confessions to himself then we're good

"He really is Tae", she smiles, "I hope you can take the chance to get to know him. I think you'll like him a lot. I want the two most important guys in my life to be friends"

Tae nods, "I will"

I will too

For her, I'll get to know him

She lets go and he comes over to me

"Look Seonghwa, about before, I'm sorry"

I nod, "It's over with. Just no more ok"

"Yeah", he smiles sheepishly, "You're so lucky, she's amazing"

"Yeah she is", I answer, smiling at her

"Look as the best friend I have to say this ok? You hurt her, I kill you"

I chuckle, "Noted"

"Men", she sighs sarcastically, rolling her eyes

"I gotta go", he says, "But I'll see you guys soon"

Her and I nod

"I'll call you Jo", he says

"You better Tae"

He smiles, waves then goes back to his dressing room

"Well, shall we?", I ask

She giggles, "We shall"

As I turn to lead her away, she tugs on my hand and I face her again

She stands on her toes, pulling me into a sweet kiss

"I love you", she says, making my heart explode in pure joy

"I love you", I tell her, watching her gorgeous smile form on her face

My phone goes off at that moment, making both of us crack up

"Hongjoong", we both say without even looking at my phone

"Let's go-", she starts

"Before he has another cow", I finish

Laughing we both head towards the arena to finish out the award show

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Kissing her soft lips, I slowly unzip her dress

The rest of the award show was fun and we won Artist of the Year

I was so happy we won and after hugging the guys, I actually kissed her in front of the whole arena

Those pictures and the video are already circulating like crazy

I don't care though

We finally got back to her apartment and I just want her

I want to kiss her, hold her in my arm, be with her all night

She lets the dress fall to the floor, stepping out of her shoes then the dress, her hands softly pushing the jacket off me

She reaches for the vest, undoing the buttons, taking it off me

Bending down, I kiss her neck, undoing her bra while she undoes my pants

Stepping out of my shoes, pants and boxers, I pull her panties down at the same time, getting them off

Pulling her to me, she wraps her arms around my neck, her lips against mine as her beautiful body presses against me

Lifting her up, I turn us, placing her on her bed, moving on top of her

Her fingers move into my hair, pulling the ponytail out, then running through my hair

Her legs wrap around me and I move forward, sinking inside her slowly

She moans in my mouth and I swallow it as pleasure runs up my spine from pushing through her tightness

She's so wet, already clinging onto my length and throbbing soflty

Leaning my arm by her head, I run my fingers in her hair as I kiss her and start moving

Slowly

In and out, over and over, I open her around me, feeling everything

Her hips move with me, meeting my thrusts

The pleasure takes over and I just feel

Feel every pulse around my length, every brush against her spot, every move of her hips letting me go so deep inside her, every brush of her clit against my pelvis

But what's more, I can feel every touch she gives me, her hands on my back, slowly running her fingers up and down, shivers running up my spine

I can feel her every breath, every moan against my lips, every shake of her body under my fingers, against my skin

Every kiss to my lips, every touch of her tongue to mine

I love every single thing about making love to her

She moans my name softly, her throbs getting harder the closer she gets

"Seonghwa", she breathes, as her orgasm starts, "Oh god Seonghwa"

Pure ecstasy hits my body so hard, causing my orgasm to start as well

"Joanne", I moan, leaning my forehead against hers

"Seonghwa, I love you", she whimpers, her body arching into mine

Hearing those words makes everything I'm feeling so much better

"Joanne, I love you", I tell her, "I love you so much"

"So much Hwa", she murmurs, holding onto me tightly

The pleasure ebbs as we both finish, yet we don't let go of each other

She looks up at me, her hand touching my cheek soflty, "My Hwa. I love you more than anything in this world. You're my everything"

I nod, turning into her hand, kissing her palm, "You're my everything Joanne. I love you more than anything. More than being an idol, more than awards, more than absolutely anything. You're my jagi now and always"

He smiles softly and she looks so ethereal

"Kiss me Hwa. Don't stop"

"Never jagi. I will never stop", I promise, pressing my lips against hers

She's mine and I'm never letting her go

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News Of The World - 1985

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[Photo caption: “No one ever loves the real me — everyone falls in love with my stardom”]

[Photo caption: Queen to Freddie is ex-lover Mary Austin — she’s the one constant person in his life and in line for his fortune]

[Photo caption: Mad or macho, Freddie always loves to shock]

[Photo caption: Performing is Freddie’s life. “I’m driven by my work,” he admits. “And I’ll go on as long as my system allows — until I go insane”

ROCK ON FREDDIE

As thousands of adoring fans flock to buy his first solo album this week, Freddie Mercury tells of the one thing that all his success and all his millions can’t ever buy… Sharon Feinstein reports

Freddie Mercury, the outrageous front-man of superband Queen, is addicted to his phenomenal success, but his fame and fortune have also been the source of his deepest misery.

Freddie loves creating bizarre stage images and thrives on the roar of his audiences and the beat of his music. But when the lights go down at the end of a show, he is left feeling lost and lonely.

"You can have everything in the world and still be the loneliest man, and that is the most bitter type of loneliness," says Freddie. "Success has brought me world idolisation and millions of pounds, but it's prevented me from having the one thing we all need — a loving, on-going relationship.

"It's like the old Hollywood stories where all those wonderful actresses just couldn't carry on a relationship because their careers came first.

"That's the way it is with me. I can't stop the wheel for a while and devote myself to a love affair because all sorts of business problems would pile up. The wheel has to keep turning and that makes it very hard for anyone to live with me and be happy.

"I'm driven by my work and will go on for as long as my system allows me — until I go insane. There's a voice inside me saying, "Slow down Freddie, you're going to burn yourself out”, but I just can't stop.

"You can't revel in the success and then, 13 years down the line, wake up one morning and say, ‘No, I don't want to be a superstar today. I want to go out in the streets on my own, or pour my heart into a relationship.’ It's impossible. Because this is it.”

"It" is being the extrovert lead-singer with probably the most successful rock band ever. In their 13-year reign, Queen have rocked the world in a way that no other group has before or since… not even the Beatles.

Today, Freddie and the boys — Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon — each earn over £1 million a year and need never make another record or undertake another tour. But they have no intention of stopping. Last year, Queen toured Europe and had yet another hit with Thank God It's Christmas, and Freddie released his first solo single, Love Kills — which made the top 10 — and began work on his new single and first solo album. Earlier this year, he and the band were the star attraction for the 250.000 fans at the rock festival in Rio, Brazil.

"It was awe-inspiring and mind-boggling to be up there, with all those people in the palm of your hand," says Freddie. "But the other side of the coin is that, though I was surrounded by masses of people who love me, I must have been the loneliest person there. Can you imagine how temble it is when you've got everything and you're still desperately lonely? That is awful beyond words.

"I don't want people to think, poor old Freddie, because I can deal with it. But I'm so powerful on stage that I seem to have created a monster. When I'm performing, I'm an extrovert, yet inside I'm a completely different man.

Of course, the stagey streak in me, where I love to jump around […]

"My love affairs never last. I seem to eat people up and destroy them"

[…] and be volatile, is real, but people don't realise there's more. They expect me to be the same in my personal life as well. They say, "Come on, Freddie, perform, give us some excitement."

The hunky, dark-haired singer, who takes pride in his rippling muscles and ever-changing appearance, once joked that he'd had more lovers than any Hollywood star.

"But they never last," says 38-year-old Freddie. "I seem to eat people up and destroy them. There must be a destructive element in me because I do try very hard to build up relationships, but somehow I drive people away.

"They always blame the end of the love affair on me because I'm the successful one. Whoever I'm with seems to get into a battle of trying to match up to me, so all the time I'm feeling guilty and over-compensating… Then they end up treading all over me.

"I can't win. Love is Russian roulette for me. No one loves the real me inside, they're all in love with my fame, my stardom.

"I fall in love far too quickly and end up getting hurt all the time. I've got scars all over. But I can't help myself because basically I'm a softie — I have this hard, macho shell which I project on stage but there's a much softer side, too, which melts like butter.

"I try to hold back when I'm attracted to someone but I just can't control love. It runs riot. All my one-night-stands are just me playing my part. What I really like is a lot of loving. And I spoil my lovers terribly. I like to make them happy and I get so much pleasure out of giving them really wonderful, expensive presents."

Freddie has admitted that he is bisexual, but says: "I couldn't fall in love with a man the way I could with a girl". The one love of his life and the only person he really trusts is 31-year-old Mary Austin, a quiet fair-haired woman. Freddie and Mary had a seven-year romance.

"Our love affair ended in tears but a deep bond grew out of it, and that's something nobody can take away from us. It's unreachable,” he says. "All my lovers ask me why they can't replace her, but it's simply impossible.

"I don't feel jealous of her lovers because, of course, she has a life to lead, and so do I. Basically, I try to make sure she's happy with whoever she's with and she tries to do the same for me.

“We look after each other and that's a wonderful form of love. I might have all the problems in the world, but I have Mary and that gets me through."

The seal of Freddie's commitment to Mary is his decision to leave her his millions.

"What better person to leave my fortune to when I go ?" he smiles. "Of course my parents are in my will and so are my cats, but the vast bulk of it will go to Mary.

"If I dropped down dead tomorrow, Mary's the one person I know who could cope with my vast wealth. She works in my organisation and looks after my money side and all my possessions. She's in charge of the chauffeurs, maids, gardeners, accountants and lawyers. All I have to do is throw my carcass around on stage."

Freddie is one of the world's richest rock stars but he never has a […]

"You can have everything in the world and still be the loneliest man'

[…] penny in his pocket and has no idea of how many millions he owns.

"I love having so much money," he admits, "but I don't believe in counting it. And because I have far more than I need, I give a lot of it away to people I like.

"I try to enjoy life and if there was no money I wouldn't let it stop me having a good time. In the early days, when I hardly had anything I'd save for two weeks and then blow it all in a day so that I could have a blast of fun."

Certainly, money hasn't always been so free for Freddie. Born Freddie Bulsara on September 5, 1946, his father was a government accountant, which meant Freddie spent some of his childhood in Zanzibar and India. After school, he did a graphics course at Ealing College of Art in London (he designed the band's logo, using the four members' birth signs as inspiration). It was in late 1971 that he joined May, Taylor and Deacon and the Queen phenomenon began.

The biggest visible mark of Freddie's success (and millions) must be his magnificent 28-room mansion in London's Kensington, for which he paid over £1/2 million… in cash!

When Freddie bought the house four years ago, he had three of the eight bedrooms knocked into one for himself, and filled the mansion with handmade furniture from Harrods and priceless Japanese carvings and paintings from Toyko. Outside, an army of gardeners carved out a country retreat in the grounds.

But the king of the castle still hasn't moved in. For the first time Freddie explains why: "Every person who makes a lot of money has a dream he wants to carry out, and I achieved that dream with this wonderful house.

“Whenever I watched Hollywood movies set in plush homes with lavish decor, I wanted that for myself and now I've got it. But to me it was much more important to get the damn thing than to actually go and live in it. Maybe the challenge has worn off now. I'm very much like that — once I get something I'm not that keen on it any more. I still love the house but the real enjoyment is that I've achieved it.

"Sometimes, when I'm alone at night, I imagine that when I'm 50 I'll creep into that house as my refuge and then I'll start making it a home. Anyway, as it is, I can only spend 60 days a year in England for tax reasons."

Freddie has spent the last few months in Munich putting the finishing touches to his first solo album, Mr Bad Guy, which he has dedicated to his dead cat, Jerry.

The album, which is out this week, is packed with new material taking […]

[Photo caption: In 13 years with Queen, Freddie may have changed outwardly, but inside the heartache is the same]

[…] Freddie in an exciting new and different direction.

"I've put my heart and soul into this album,” he says. "It's much more beat orientated than Queen's music and it also has some very moving ballads."

In between hard work he also found time to begin a new friendship with a German actress — 42-year-old Barbara Valentin.

"Barbara and I have formed a bond that is stronger than anything I've had with a lover for the last six years," he says. “I can really talk to her and be myself in a way that's very rare."

Among his existing close friends, Freddie counts Rod Stewart, Elton John and Michael Jackson.

“Rod, Elton and I were going to form a band called Hair, Nose and Teeth after the three of us," he laughs. "But it hasn't happened because none of our egos can agree on the order of the words! Naturally I want it to be called Teeth, Nose and Hair.

“I'm very fond of Rod and Elton. They both came to my last birthday party and sang happy birthday when the cake was wheeled in. I shouted out, ‘This is probably the first time the two of you have sung without being paid for it!' and they laughed like mad.

“Michael Jackson and | have grown apart a bit since his massive success with Thriller. He's simply retreated into a world of his own.

“Two years ago we used to have great fun going to clubs together but now he won't come out of his fortress. It's very sad. He's so worried that someone will do him in that he's paranoid about absolutely everything.

“I get worried about that myself but I'll never let it take over my life like that.”

Freddie has said that if he wasn't a rock star with Queen, he'd have liked to have been a ballet dancer.

He once appeared with the Royal Ballet dancing to a selection of Queen hits, and it was at a glittering Royal Ballet party that Freddie met Prince Andrew.

“I was wearing a white scarf and holding a glass of wine when I was introduced to Prince Andrew. But I was so nervous I didn't realise my scarf was dangling in the drink,” Freddie recalls.

"There I was trying to be really cool and suddenly the Prince said, “Freddie, I don't think you really want this getting wet. He squeezed out the scarf and that broke the ice between us.

"I said, 'Thank goodness you've put me at ease. Now I can use the odd bit of dirty language.’ Then we both burst out laughing.

"He really got into the spirit of things and even had a dance. He's really quite hip in those sort of situations.

“I have a lot of respect for royalty. I'm a tremendous patriot."

Yet another unexpected side to the king of Queen. But then there's much more to Freddie Mercury than most of us ever see. Underneath the bizarre clothes and images that have become his trademark, there is the other Freddie. He sums it up simply… "Sometimes, I just long to be perfectly ordinary as well."

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911twt is all 😣😓💀 whereas 911blr is very 🥰💕🌞🌼🫶 i really need to protect my peace and stop going on there bc i just see the worst takes

911 twitter is evil <3 not even just bc they have THE worst takes, but also all of their good takes are just screenshots of tumblr posts cropped so the url isn't visible. the amount of gifs i've seen on there that i know for a FACT belong to one of my friends is insane. someone used one of my posts copied and pasted word for word as the caption for their buddie edit.

like 🧍‍♀️

#bia gets mail #anon

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simply-ellas-stuff · 1 year

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(Speaking Na'vi)

An offical request for someone to fill in the blanks of Disney+ either not caring to have subtitles or James Cameron not adding any in certain scenes.

Partially for myself, partially for anyone whose deaf/hard of hearing/has children and has the movie on silent/use captions to focus on the movie and needs captions and the captions just are not captioning. I'm just going to list every scene I see where the words (speaking Na'vi) pops up in the closed captioning regardless of if you can figure out what they're saying via context clues. This is specifically for Avatar One, when the second one comes out on Disney+ if I notice any moments like these I'll make another list.

Scene 1: Just after Neytiri saved Jake and just before she tosses his homemade torch in the water, she's saying something - I'm assuming she's calling him a dumbfuck but I'd like confirmation. S2: When she's praying over the thanators, is it the same prayer as when they hunt or is it different because the thanator is becoming food, but was killed for another reason?? S3: Just after Neytiri tells Jake to go back from where he can from, she says something to him in Na'vi before telling him to go back again. Just before the spirit seeds come down to him. S4: As the spirit tree seeds are landing on him, Neytiri says multiple things in Na'vi and none of it is translated. The only thing I figured out on my own is that she calls the seed by their Na'vi name. S5: When Tsu'tey is leading the party back to Hometree he makes an order to his people in Na'vi. S6: When they arrive in hometree, Neytiri pulls Jake away from the Na'vi holding him by his hair, theres no captions at all in this part so what is she saying? S7: When Jake steps toward the Olo'eyktan, Neytiri snaps something at him as she pushes him back. S8: What does Mo'at say after Neytiri says "Why me? that's not fair…" before telling Jake he'll be taught by Neytiri to see if his insanity can be cured? S9: Jake's training, is Neytiri telling Pale to remain calm? Also, when Tsu'tey comes, Neytiri smacks the direhorses ass and sends him off, she says a single word in Na'vi, I'm assuming "Go" but again, confirmation would be nice. S10: When Neytiri shows Jake her Ikran, it says she's speaking Na'vi but it just sounds like she's telling Seze to remain calm? or is there a Na'vi word that sounds like calm but means something else? S11: When Neytiri is teaching Jake a Na'vi word that he keeps fucking up, she's teaching him the word for eyes, yes? also, when she's messing with his bow, she says a word in Na'vi then Stronger, is that a direct Na'vi to English translation or is it something more? S12: When Grace returns to the villiage for the first time, they have a whole line of dialogue before they begin translating what she's saying to the children… idk why but they do? S13: the scenes where they're heading to the Ikrans and when they're getting their Ikran's have a lot of casual Na'vi.

-The command Tsu'tey says to get the young Na'vi to walk up to him

-When they jump from the rock to the vine, Tsu'tey makes a few commands that aren't translated

-Neytiri says something in Na'vi to Seze after greeting Tsu'tey

-Through out the whole time Jake is trying to bond with his Ikran, Tsu'tey is making very sarcastic commentary and only two lines are translated (I've already had this one answered for me but this is sort of a master post for anyone who needs/wants it)

-Neytiri says something right after Jake and Bob, his Ikran, make the bond.

-Tsu'tey snaps at the two young hunters right after Jake and Bob level out in their first flight together.

S14: Tsu'tey snaps at Neytiri and Jake for flirting mid-flight S15: Neytiri calming Seze after they're attacked by Toruk [which I'm surprised no one realized that Toruk chose Jake in that moment, as Neytiri says if they choose you, they'll try to kill you] S16: After the bulldozer scene, Grace tells them to "stop, please" but she says something right before it but that's not translated?? It sounds like she's saying Calm but also not at the same time. S17: When Tsu'tey pushed Jake away from him, Neytiri says… three? different things in Na'vi but nothing is translated. And Neytiri yells something in Na'vi after after Jake flips Tsu'tey, just before Jake says "I am not your enemy" S18: When Neytiri finds out Jake knew what was going to happen she yells a lot in Na'vi and literally none of it is translated and Mo'at says something in Na'vi too when Neytiri grabs her arm. S19: I'm assuming Jake and Grace are saying Na'vi and then immediately translating it to English while they're tied up, but I'd like confirmation. S20: While home tree is being gassed, Mo'at helps a few people on their feet and she says something while she is, but again nothing is translated. S21: Neytiri and Eytukan speak in Na'vi just before he sends her away, and then turns towards Hometree and says something else. S22: After Tsu'tey mounts his Ikran, he shouts a command in Na'vi. S23: When Neytiri finds her father, she says a lot in Na'vi the only part that's easy to understand is her saying "Father" before the subtitles come on. S24: When Grace falls after they eject her Link, a few of the kids yell something in Na'vi. S25: After Jake makes his big speech at the Tree, they set out to the other Na'vi clans. Almost all of The Olo'eyktan's of the clans they join up with say something in Na'vi that is not translated. S26: As the battles are starting, one of the Olo'eyktan's on the horses says something in Na'vi before Norm screams. S27: Tsu'tey speaks Na'vi to the Ikran peoples as they fly past where they're set up on the cliffside and responds to Jake in Na'vi after he says he's going to punch a hole and wants Tsu'tey to follow him.

I just rewatched the movie and these are all the moments I caught, if I missed a few let me know.

#avatar #avatar: twow #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #avatar: the way of water #avatar (2022)#avatar (2009)

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rambles of neurotic 19 year old woman

okay so it's been such a long time, probably a few months, since i've spent more than one day in a row not high. and i remember why whenever it's late at night and i'm sober, like right now. i get so aware and uncomfortable. it's sooo fucking uncomfortable. living like this in high school was hell-adjacent... the discomfort is basically physical at this point, and it definitely was from time to time back then. i just feel so strongly what can only be described as negative (like, i cannot find a better descriptor, it's just a weird pit bad gut negative feeling) that i have to curl up or twitch or something stupid like that to get it out of me. i'm bored and have nothing to do over break, so i don't see why i should spend my time sober now. but it's becoming such an issue that i'm going to create a rewards system with it next semester. so like, if i don't do a certain amount of schoolwork or work-work, i won't be allowed to smoke or hit a cart or whatever. this is going to go hand in hand with what's a big step for me, seeing a therapist for the first time ever. i have my guesses for what they'll say and if it's close to what i predict i'm kind of nervous my ego's just going to explode. in a very weird spot always with self esteem. i used to get SO paranoid that i was secretly a huge freak and everyone was lying and pretending to like me just to accommodate how freakish i was or because their parents made them be nice to me. i'm almost twenty now and i have real adult friends so obviously that can't be true. but now i'm paranoid that way with looks. like, there's this bubbling fear that i'm secretly super fugly and hideous and just nobody is telling me. like nobody has had the guts to flat out call me ugly so it's just this elephant in the room that i'm hideous and grotesque. but i know that's not true. i think the last guy i dated (very short lived ex boyfriend) really killed my self esteem. i might have needed it to keep me in check? but also i think nowadays i'm so insecure it's off-putting. i understand that a lot of people have been claiming to be off-putting lately but i mean that word with its full force, i put people OFF. it's hard to spend the night with people (one person let's be honest, i have a crush and i'm probably his 3rd or 4th choice) because i'm petrified of what i look like, i can barely make eye contact or faces or whatever because i think that i look ugly and stupid all the time. i don't. i really don't. get it in your fucking head that you're young and pretty sophia this is stupid live your stupid life and stop being so insecure over fucking nothing god

age is always a motif in the names of these posts, i feel like. or in my instagram captions or playlist names or tweets. i'm so aware of how old i am, but it's not really in a bad way anymore. this happens every year because i'm very predictable-- i get super freaked out about turning whatever the 'next age' is when i'm about four or five months into the age i am, and then when i hit seven or eight months into that age i come to peace with turning the next age, sometimes i'll even get impatient to turn the next age. this is also stupid. all of my thoughts feel so useless and stupid but nobody will read this except for me so why bother complaining about that anyways. i have much bigger thoughts in my head about more relevant things that i can't articulate well and it really frustrates me. i need to get super high and riff with my friends or a stranger my age, because anyone else who's nineteen would probably be in a similar spot. this age is insane. all i feel are huge feelings!!!!

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I skipped a few steps, so guess it's just waiting for death for me soon akdhsjshanshhs. Stop because some people get married and have kids in their early 20s and that's so wild to me

Oh so you're a furry now? Into 🦊?

I will never stop being shocked at fansites regularly travelling to another continents for concerts. Seriously how rich and bored are you?!?!? I saw at least 3 Hwa fansites doing it and it's just... how, why

Not saying Korean fans are perfect cause they have their insane moments, but international fans are so messy and ridiculous too. The stalkers need to be locked away for real

I have a feeling it won't be as easy now with music shows, not only because COVID had changed a few things, but also the popularity growth Atz and especially Skz have experienced 😭 so I'm glad I did it back then

Hope your friend's throat gets better, but I'm glad she had fun! I saw enough photos of Park Seonghwa it's fine if you can't share maybe it's for the best 🤚🏻

SM Town Euro please juseyo 🤲🏻 I hope things are starting to pick up again post-covid, SEA is getting more tours too, so is LATAM and the girlies are visiting Europe so there's hope. However, JYPE I'm going to 🔫 make your artists come to Europe!!!

$100 per book?!?! Are they made of gold or what

Yes, I understand releasing the drama so soon wouldn't be the best, but surely they can't avoid the word Halloween forever. I wonder if the Halloween kpop content will be released or not? I can live without it, but it would be a shame. And Yes 2 FUCKING YEARS since NGDA2 😭😭😭

Baek I like the way your brain works however you're gonna drive me into insanity. I love this uni AU we've created 🤧

Right, there are some Canadian idols, it's like with Australia, a few Aussies in the game and yet little to no gigs?

ME AT THE FALLEN ANGEL MOODBOARD: 👁👁

I hope there'll be some more PSH x SW interaction and they send him something 💖

I felt the spirit of many Shinestars because lots of us share the same sentiment, but unfortunately a lot of people take him for granted or overlook him for some reason. However, look at this OP is so real. Seonghwa always HAD IT, the Treasure fan cam, the Hala Hala demonic shenanigans?! But he got more theatrical and creative, I appreciate how much thought he puts into each stage and cares about other things like clothes, hairstyles, make up. Also remember this... Seonghwa one of the best 4th gen performers, I said what I said!

My friend almost got a ticket to Phoenix, but her finances stopped her, and earlier she sent one video of Hwa with the caption "I'm glad I didn't go, I wouldn't have survived this". And I sent her the "single/taken/thinking of Seonghwa" tweet and she was like "That's definitely you, and maybe me a little bit now. Help" 😊 and I smile!

Not the blanket, but the photocards are a must. Why are they doing this to me, I'm worried about SG now 💔 I saw that Hwa and Yunho standees are already sold out, but my friend got us some stuff <3

I need to stop being subjected to the Park Seonghwa (I say whilst scrolling through hashtag Seonghwa on the blue bird app...) I miss this

An actual comedian

That's not my guy that's my driver, don't get it twisted! - DV 💖

hello!!!

I skipped a few steps, so guess it's just waiting for death for me soon akdhsjshanshhs. Stop because some people get married and have kids in their early 20s and that's so wild to me

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 stop someone from my school got engaged @ 18 bRO UR JUST LEGAL 😭😭🤚🏼 i also agree bc that’d be mad difficult to raise a kid,,, and in this ecONOMY??? not saying ppl shouldn’t but ur not exactly financially independent to raise a kid😭😭 id personally start crying

Oh so you're a furry now? Into 🦊?

im just like u

NOOO BC GIMME THAT JOB???? U EARN AND GET TO TRAVEL EVERYWHERE??? HOW DO U GET THAT MUCH MONEY?? SEND ME UR JOB IM APPLYING no but those bar’s??? for example those china bars,,, how mf rich do u have to be gIFT THEM ROLEXES ??? WHAT

mingi’s new fansite 😭😭

Not saying Korean fans are perfect cause they have their insane moments, but international fans are so messy and ridiculous too. The stalkers need to be locked away for real

EXACTLY!!! ifans are “outsiders” bc they rly don’t know what’s going on there 😭😭 and yet they tend to indulge themselves into matters that does not involve them + kfans be living in some delulu phases, saw this article where they were all complaining their “idols go too far to perform” and they get jealous???? and lose interest??? ayo???

omg the amount of ppl that would line up for them would be MASSIVE !!! what an experience u had 😭😭🤚🏼

Hope your friend's throat gets better, but I'm glad she had fun! I saw enough photos of Park Seonghwa it's fine if you can't share maybe it's for the best 🤚🏻

LMFAOOOO IM GONNA SHARE FBWNFHWJ i have not heard from her and im assuming bestie’s in the post concert phase 📈📉📈

saw smtown trending and i was like “e-europe?” SEA FANS ARE FINALLY GETTING SOMETHING BUT ITS ALL BEEN SO MESSY 😭😭 latam, the storm ???

$100 per book?!?! Are they made of gold or what

YEAH 😭😭😭 PHYSICAL IS 100+ AND DIGITALS ARE REACHING 100,,, may b if the recession brings some things down 😭😭😭

yeah! hopefully it doesn’t become like that dear m drama case,, oh man i wonder if it would too, but highly doubt they would esp after how in concerts in jakarta have ppl pushing each other as well like itaewon,,,, NOH BESTIE IM NOT BELIEVING ITS 2 YEARS AINT NO MF WAY ?????? AND NOW UNDER MY SKIN 4 YEARS AGO???? FUCK????

but to celebrate idea 2 years,, this remains the best stage

Baek I like the way your brain works however you're gonna drive me into insanity. I love this uni AU we've created 🤧

the junior who’s good by day and whore by night <3 hwa just panics when he sees his senior there and the next day he chases yn down all while yn’s running away and he’s like “HEAR ME OUT PLEASE”

my mind also recently (2 hours ago) brought back boxer hwa <3

Right, there are some Canadian idols, it's like with Australia, a few Aussies in the game and yet little to no gigs?

YEAAAH AND THE AMERICANS GET FUCKING EVERYTHING 🔫🔫

ME AT THE FALLEN ANGEL MOODBOARD: 👁👁

ME TOO BEST FRIEND BUT U WONT LIKE THE ENDING AT ALL!!!! YOULL YELL AT ME AND I WILL NOT CHANGE IT FHWKHDW

I hope there'll be some more PSH x SW interaction and they send him something 💖

omg we just get a notif of hwa’s youtube live and he’s sitting there with wide eyes holding 14 boxes of star wars lego, u best believe im watching it all

you’re right! especially from pre-debut to like wave era, a lot of ppl did overlook him and other members were mores out there! it’s the way they’re all grew so much professionally with distinct personalities but something about seonghwa ALWAYS SCREAMS MAGNETIC,,, omg the op,,, when seonghwa dances so happily that’s truly what the stage presence is, when the body moves to the music 😭😭 I AM THAT OP THAT IS ME,,, seonghwa has this HUNGER to perform and it shows and it only attracts more ppl,,, what a man truly wow

FBWMDHQKHDKQHDKW BESTIE SHE WOULDVE HAVE BC WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ???? I LOVE THIS PYRAMID SCHEME OF GETTING PPL TO LOVE SEONGHWA SO CRAZILY THEY NEVER LEAVE FBWNHDE

do u think she would’ve survived this mingi

Not the blanket, but the photocards are a must. Why are they doing this to me, I'm worried about SG now 💔 I saw that Hwa and Yunho standees are already sold out, but my friend got us some stuff <3

i thought the sg was this and was like thank hod nothing else but them realized they still have to drop it 😭😭🤚🏼WHAT MF CONCEPT ARE WE GETTING pls i hope they do some pirate concept, like comically dressing up as pirates for their school photo day concept or something 😭😭

I need to stop being subjected to the Park Seonghwa (I say whilst scrolling through hashtag Seonghwa on the blue bird app...) I miss this

An actual comedian

mingi and hwa are such an underrated ship 😭😭🤚🏼

ur right, comedian of the year + new sound drop

…

That's not my guy that's my driver, don't get it twisted! - DV 💖

really??? BECAUSE I REMEMBER HIM AS AN ULTRA ATTRACTIVE MEGATRON 3000 UBER DRIVER U HAVE 🤨

going to eat him

???

HIS CHEEKIES

shinestar’s with seonghwa

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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anika-ann · 2 years

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Hold onto Me (S.R.)

Type: Drabble-ish PWP

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word Count: 1200

Summary: You’re a SHIELD agent in training struggling with your upper body strength. Your boyfriend offers help - and has some interesting and very motivating methods.

Warnings: smut, 18+, nsfw, PWP, unprotected sex, praise kink and captain/uniform kink (if you squint), stealth suit and its (in)appropriate use, mean-ish Steve (not really, I cannot write him mean because in my eyes he’s not), language

A/N: My hands slipped after THIS gif-fueled conversation🤭 I blame @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for her caption and @ocean-bucky for tagging me in the first place 👀 Also, I used Amber’s line (I hope that’s okay, tell me if it’s not, Amber, please)

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You didn’t think there was a single muscle on your body that wasn’t aching. Your arms were burning from the strain, fingers cramping as you held tight onto the straps, thighs and calves you were so desperately trying to use to your advantage, wrapped around his middle, hurting too.

But the ache in your core was the most acute one, your inner thighs trembling with effort and all-consuming need. You felt sweat trickling down your back, droplets beading on your forehead but you didn’t care. You couldn’t stop. Not now, not when you were so close, not when Steve’s eyes were watching you intently, orbits darker than ever, plush lips parted with exhales of pleasure and silent encouragements.

But fuck, you couldn’t anymore.

You were exhausted, whole body shaking with the effort to move up and down, up and down, dragging his length through your tight channel, stretching you so deliciously as you climbed towards the stars. They were at your fingertips all you needed was one of your hands free to sneak to your swollen bud and you’d be tipping over the edge… but if you let go of the strap, you’d lose the leverage and you wouldn’t move an inch.

And given Steve’s size, you had to move a lot of inches. He filled you up so good and felt like heaven; but you were ready to send this ‘exercise’ to hell.

Yes, Steve had a point. Your boyfriend of four months had promised to help you build up your upper body strength, because you were struggling in your SHIELD physical training. He even promised to make it fun, of which you were highly sceptical. But he surprised you – he stayed true to his word.

It was fun in the beginning, from the very second he had walked into his quarters where you often stayed the night, wearing his stealth suit; an embodiment of authority, righteousness and filth. He told you to hold onto the leather straps on his shoulders and ride him, right there in the middle of the bedroom, only giving you the boost as he grabbed you under your thighs and hauled you up. But since then, he gave you next to zero support, his hands just laid on your body as if to mock you.

Steve was a sweetheart but fuck could he be a little shit sometimes.

You were extremely motivated at first, full of lustful energy, you still were, your appetite growing with each thrust, but good lord it was driving you completely insane at this point, because if you didn’t rub your clit and come right this moment you might actually explode.

“Steve--- Steve, please.”

The whimper leaving your lips sounded pathetic to your own ears even, but you didn’t even give a damn anymore. Steve clicked his tongue and his warms hands, having splayed over your waist, simply resting there instead of helping you move, squeezed lightly.

“Please what? Come on, doll, ya’ know you gotta do the work. Can’t do it for ya’,” he drawled, his Brooklyn accent pushing through.

A smirk played in the corner of his lips, his hips bucking up minutely causing you to gasp when the hard material of his suit brushed your clit and that! It felt so damn perfect you were this fucking close-

“Please, help,” you whined, feeling his length dragging so deliciously along your fluttering walls as you balanced just on the edge of absolute bliss.

Through the fog of maddening need, you saw him purse his lips teasingly. His hands slid to your ass, the heat of them even over the fingerless gloves burning a brand to your flesh – but still, no support whatsoever, touch that would disappear if you leaned into it too hard.

“Oh, but that was the point, no? I’m helping you to build your strength, doll.”

You bit down another whimper at his words, at the no doubt purposeful lick of his lips.

No, no, no, that loveable bastard, the goddamn hunk tease! Would it be so hard to just move those long fingers to your soaked core and circle your clit to tip you over the edge? Would it?!

A cramp spasmed through your left arm and you gritted your teeth, a tear of desperation slipping from behind your closed eyelids.

“I know,” you breathed out, voice raspy from the strain.

Your glassy eyes found Steve’s, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by the black desire burning in his pupils. It was a gorgeous image: the worst and sweetest tormentor with an angelic face. The devil was an angel once too, wasn’t he? The most beautiful of them all… and now he trapped you between heaven and hell. If he could just touch you and sent you either way.

“But I can’t—please, Captain, I-“

Fingers dug into the globes of your arse almost painfully, steadying your motions and suddenly you were moving backwards, back hitting the nearest wall, your startled yelp swallowed by Steve’s eager mouth. He drank from your lips like a man deprived of water for days, hands roaming your nearly bare figure hungrily, squeezing, pushing, grabbing. The newly-found support behind you almost made you cry out in relief.

Now God, if he only helped you move-

His lips traced a wet line down your jaw unhurriedly, teeth grazing your carotid as he whispered filthy words to your skin.

“Fuck, doll, you beg so pretty… and you tried so hard, pushing your limits. What a good girl… I think your today’s training is over.”

A weepy sound of distress escaped you even if the praise made you clamp around his hard cock, still nestled deep inside you.

Over?!? No! No fucking way! He couldn’t--- he couldn’t leave you like this, desperate to finish-

“Shh, shhhhh,” he muttered to your skin soothingly before he lifted his head to face you. His heated gaze softened upon meeting yours, thumb grazing your lower lip lovingly. “Don’t you worry, I wouldn’t leave my best girl unsatisfied… you deserve your reward.”

Your hands trembled as you eased your grip on the straps, exhaling shakily, shoulder sagging in relief. You reached for the stupidly handsome face instead, pulling him in for a kiss he easily took control of, his hands grabbing your hips tighter when his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips.

The sound you made was pitiful, earning you a minute twitch of the corners of his lips against yours. You had no time to be embarrassed however, even as Steve withdrew, allowing you to catch your breath, knocking it out of you a second later when he pulled almost all the way out only to thrust deep into you harshly.

“You might still want to hold on, doll,” he said lowly, looking almost apologetical as he spoke the warning and promise at once. “Because this was an exercise in patience for me and I just ran out of it.”

Only now you noticed his own harsh breathing, his damp hair and the way the tendons in his neck strained with his effort to hold back; for your benefit, for your previous misery. He genuinely wanted to help, as much as he enjoyed watching you squirm. Damn, you loved this man.

Biting down on your lower lip, you obediently clasped at the sinful leather straps again despite your aching muscles, shifting your hips minutely to get comfortable; only to have Steve position you to his liking instead, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Well, this works just fine for me, Captain.”

And it did. Fuck, it did.

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I can’t even---- HELP. That. Damn. Stealth. Suit. ... The Straps 😫😏🤤

Steve is a menace and can be a little shit and to me that’s canon. But you can see he’s a little sweet for his girl too, right? He loves her 💕

Something like this was probably written a hundred of times before but I don’t even care. Drop a feedback/reblog if you deem it worthy.

Thank you for reading 🥰

#fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #LEMONS #nothing but lemons here y'all #steve rogers #captain america #shield agent reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #captain america x you #hold onto me #anika ann

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the year is 2050. j2 are at a con to talk about their classic show spn. someone asks a question about sam and dean's relationship, and jensen talks at length about how much dean loves sam and how he thought his speech in the barn scene reflected that perfectly. jared talks about how difficult it was for sam to live without dean. they agree that the boys had a good life together before dean's death, and that their reunion in heaven is the perfect ending for them.

on twitter, a user with a blue and green heart in their username tweets:

haha jackles can pretend all he wants, we all know he hates the finale!! destiheller king 💚💙

another replies:

haha #SexySilence

a third answers:

where are the destiel tapes!! someone violate jensen's privacy and leak them already!

a fourth person says:

i can't wait for jensen to finally be free of his abusive PR friendship so he can be his authentic self with mish #CocklesForever

a fifth person mourns for a group they don't really care about, saying:

it's the queer kids who watched spn that i really feel awful for. what they did was the peak of homophobia and the worst thing that queer people have ever been through #TheySilencedYou

someone adds:

i bet it's jared's fault :/ he's been holding misha back forever, we all know he's always been insanely jealous.

the other five agree.

meanwhile, none of this changes the fact that sam and dean are canon soulmates, who lived out their semi-retirement domestic fantasies in the bunker after years of thinking they could never have that kind of peace. j2 are still attached at the hip, spending insane amounts of time together. they have long since stopped pretending to acknowledge misha's existence, even though every now and then he still tweets inappropriate things about jensen. all six of his remaining fans are delighted by this but no one else cares. jared has gone on to star in several successful shows, and even a few movies. jensen directs all of them. their spin-off short series about sam and dean in heaven was a massive hit.

the twitter user with the hearts in their username posts:

i can't believe jensen would just abandon mish like this :/ that man literally only cares about j*red, it's disgusting :/

the other five agree. they make plans to get #MishaForPresident trending, using every sock account they have at their disposal. it works for five whole minutes, and they begin bombarding the white house account with spam, asking when they'll be swearing misha in. misha tweets:

I'd be a great President, especially with my First Lady at my side @jensenackles

all six of his fans cheer. jensen doesn't respond, because he permablocked misha on twitter after The Great Destihell Shitfest of 2026. he goes on a nice dinner date with jared and posts pictures, with the caption:

Date Night with my boy.

jared likes it immediately and comments:

looking great for a dude pushin' 100! love you brother ❤️

twitter is in uproar. INCEST, they shout. someone tweets:

I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE STILL PANDERING TO THOSE GROSS WINCESTIES UGH I'M SO SICK OF THIS. THEY ALWAYS DO THIS!!!

they are comforted by misha, who posts a link to his stands shop where he's selling a t-shirt with the words LOVE WINS written in feathers over a trenchcoat. a reply arrives immediately:

the only real ally 💚💙 fuck those homophobic assholes, who needs them anyway!!

it receives five likes.

on november 19, jensen posts the barn scene. jared posts the bridge reunion. they talk about how much spn means to them and how much they still care about sam and dean. they don't mention misha at all, even when he posts his own crying face from his final scene.

the more things change, the more they stay the same.

#this was supposed to be a short snarky post and it became a monster lmao #j2 #anti destiel #anti destihellers #anti misha collins #naila.txt #salt tag #shitposting #this is inspired by hellers STILL gaslighting themselves into believing jensen is one of them #even after jensen talked at length abt the finale lol which he clearly doesn't hate #such stupidity can only inspire mockery

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mandiemegatron · 2 years

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@lumiolivierlithium I can't remember if I sent you this one already, but if not, I LOVE YOU AND YOURE WELCOME YOU SEXY BISH

// The Simple Things \\

Jumin x Reader ficlet

Fluff ! 100% fluff!

A gift for my dearest Lumi. I hope this makes your day a little brighter. 🥰

“Darling…”

There was a gentle shuffling of soft bedding before my messy head of hair popped out from under the blankets. Steely grey eyes met mine and I couldn't stop a small smile from cracking my otherwise blank features.

“Are you planning on staying in bed all day?”

At those words, though the tone was far from condescending, I couldn't help but drop the smile, a more nervous and embarrassed expression overtaking my face.

“... is… is that bad?”

My lover chuckled gently before leaning down to press a warm kiss to my forehead.

“No my love, it's not bad. Shall I call the chef to bring you something to eat?”

Guilt overtook my system as I realized I hadn't eaten since my early dinner yesterday - though my boyfriend definitely didn't need to know that - and slowly shook my head before responding meekly,

“Its okay babe, I'll call him if I get hungry.”

His stare chilled me to the point where I shivered, pulling myself deeper into the thick blankets as if to hide myself, though our eyes remained locked. It's like he was trying to read my thoughts; oh god, think about something funny, think about something funny -!

Before I could change my thought process, he simply smiled lovingly down at me, conceding to my obvious charm.

“Alright my love. You know I worry about you.”

Another bite of guilt ate away at me.

“I know, Jumin. Don't worry, I promise I'll get up and eat something in a while.”

I reached out a hand from the blanket and grasped one of his, giving it a gentle squeeze before slipping mine back to my body. God bless the warmth of Jumin's insane comforters.

“Good girl. I'll be back before you know it.”

I gave him a more genuine smile as he leaned down, giving him the softest kiss we've shared before he pulled back with a sigh.

Man, did he ever sigh a lot.

Is there such thing as ‘sigh therapy’?

Terrible thought, think of something funny, damnit!

“I miss you terribly already and I haven't even left yet.”

I laughed into my (his) pillow before ripping myself from the blanket enough to wrap my arms around his waist. His hands ran through my hair, pulling a rather lewd sound from me as I smothered my face into his stomach. He laughed under his breath and murmured loud enough for me to hear,

“Keep this up Kitten, and I won't make it to work.”

I whined into his suit (which always smelled ridiculously amazing) before pulling away and tugging him into another kiss.

“Then stay.”

He chuckled into the kiss, nipping my bottom lip and moving away from me before I could tempt him any longer.

“I'm sorry my love, my life, but if I stay away from work any longer, Jaehee will have my head.”

There was a moment of silence for the very temporary assistant Jaehee had while we were away for a week.

But damn, was that ever a week well spent.

I sighed and nodded, curling back under the blankets as the light of my life walked away, turning only to smile and call to me,

“Pick something for dinner tonight. I'll be home before you can even miss me.”

I blew him a kiss and cocooned myself in the comforter as the door closed and locked. I turned to the other side and got a face full of purring furr, my eyes slowly opening to meet brilliant blue. Elizabeth meowed at me before headbutting my face and curling around the crown of my head, her tail tickling the skin across my shoulder blades.

Reaching under the pillow, I whipped out my phone and snapped a photo of the two of us, sending it to Jumin with the caption of,

“Your two girls will be here waiting when you get home. Have a great day baby!”

I snuck my phone back under my pillow, ignoring the subtle vibration from a notification as sleep finally took over once more. I already knew what the message would say anyways, since it was the same every single time.

“I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you.”

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x reader #lumiolivierlithium #gift ficlet #i tried to write like how you do - i pray i did justice 😭😭#ok to rb #ficlet

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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do you write for granit xhaka? if so, could you maybe write having a baby with him? anything you like really!! thanks xx

not written him before but suppose i can give him a go! here u go :) also tbqh i do love myself a bit of xhaka

baby xhaka

your husband shows your new baby girl off to the arsenal family

“She’s adorable!” Ben coos, an open mouthed smile decorating his tanned face as Saka and Kieran peer over each of his shoulders. “Aye,” Kieran agrees, turning to the new father with his best shit eating grin, “Sure she’s yours mate?”

The Swiss international laughs, shaking his head. Had he not been holding his little girl, he probably would have grabbed the younger Scottish player into something of a headlock as his payback for the thinly veiled joking insult. Instead he rolls his eyes and finds his eyes settling on you, sniggering a few feet away at said joke as Kieran welcomes you with a hug and a genuine congratulations. “She’s so little.” Saka interjects, seemingly oblivious to previous conversation and mockery. He’s much more in something of shock at the size of the tiny girl in her little pink onsie, wrapped in a cosy blanket. “How is she so little?” He repeats, in complete amazement.

“Wanna hold her?” You offer with a smile, pushing yourself off the wall to walk over.

“Oh no.” Bukayo immediately retracts at the very same time that Granit says “Absolutely not.”

“I do!” Emile pipes in, scurrying over from his spot a little father away. It’s like having multiple kids here, you note. His enthusiasm is met by a firm scowl from your husband that has him rooted to his spot and looking at you for help.

“Granit she won’t shatter if she’s not in your arms for five minutes, let him hold her.” You quip, much to his very obvious dismay as a furrow sets into his eyebrows. “But-“

“Granit.” You warn, “It’s your fault i have six stitches in a very unfortunate place right now because frankly, you have a large head that our daughter seemed to inherit. If i can manage that, i’m sure you can manage to hand her over for five minutes.” You clip, using your best new mothering tone that has him sighing.

“Three minutes?”

“This isn’t a negotiation!”

“Fine!”

Emile gets giddy, holding out his arms as your husband reluctantly passed her over with multiple comments about supporting her head and then some Swiss spoken curse words under his breath as the 20 year old beams and giggles at the feeling of holding the tiny baby girl. You make sure to take plenty of picture - of course of Emile, but also of your husband pouting to share you instagram later on when you share a little photo dump of her first time meeting the Arsenal family.

"Okay, I'll take her now." He interrupts impatiently after a few minutes, but a side eye from Ben White suggests he too wants his opportunity for a cuddle with the little one. You take her from Emile and instead of passing her to her expecting father, you bypass him and carefully transfer her into the tattooed arms of the new centre back. Ben holds her with relative ease. He has a nephew and he had grown very accustomed to holding him when he was as little as this.

Granit done about as much pouting and grumbling as one man can do while his daughter was being held and cooed over by all of his team mates, seeming to take the biggest liking to Emile. You don't mind that at all, if she grows up anything like him then you'd be a very happy mother.

You have to admit it warms you heart beyond belief the way he looks out for her, always keeping an eye on how those men hold her just in case someone is doing something wrong, making her even remotely or even possibly uncomfortable. He's going to be and in many ways already is the kind of dad you had always wished your partner would be.

The only time he was actively relaxed was when Mikel was holding her. He has three of his own kids and there's an energy about him that doesn't lend itself to worrying. He radiates a calm energy as he bounces subconsciously with the little girl in his arms to keep her sleeping. It's like something magic.

Your husband is off chatting with the team when you take your daughter back from him, still conversing with Mikel as he offers his congratulation and tells you that anything you need will be here for to help you whenever you should need it. He also gives you little tidbits and stories and tips from his own experience with having kids while living the life that you are currently leading. He had his kids while he was still playing professional football every day, so he knows better than most how that will be.

"I can feel him staring.” You hum quietly to the Arsenal manager, shaking your head with a smile. “He is a new father through and through.” Mikel notes with a laugh. To that, you nod. “Better get back to him before he goes insane waiting.”

Your husband’s smile is huge the second you turn to walk towards him, his eyes drinking you in as the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You were earth shatteringly beautiful before, but pregnant and now holding a sweet little baby that’s half you and half him has sent his mind exploding. It didn’t shatter his world, it stopped spinning on its axis altogether whenever he sees you.

“My love,” he greets with a kiss to your lips, “And my little love.” He smiles, his hand finding here little head of faint hair with his thumb gently stroking over it. “Can i show her around?” He asks, eyes lit up with love for the two of you. You couldn’t have said no even if you had wanted to and there wasn’t a part of you that did as he wraps his arm around you and you walk out onto the pitch together. The Emirates is filling with fans waiting for the game to start and many cheers do rise up at the sight of the arsenal man who will play today with you and his new little baby. You pass her over to him carefully and go to take a seat in the dugout but for the time being. You’ll go up to his box later on in before the game starts.

The sweet tweets and messages roll in. It surprises you almost, knowing your husband tends to be on the opposite end of kindness. He’s been working hard recently to gain back the trust and belief of the fans, and it seems this adorable glance into his new fatherhood is swaying people far more than his actions anyway.

You giggle at the happy message and all the congratulations that flood through your inbox.

Later on, once you get home and are laying in bed, you post all those pictures to your instagram. Ones of Granit walking around the emirates carrying your daughter, plenty of the rest of the team holding her, seeing her little smile at Kieran as he makes a stupid face at her and the final one of Mikel holding her and standing next to you laughing that Granit had taken. Captioning it, “Introducing little Xhaka to the Arsenal+on derby day <3 doesn’t get much better than this.” With the Arsenal account reposting it, captioning it very sweetly;

“Welcome to the family, little Xhaka!”

#granit xhaka x reader #granit xhaka imagine #granit xhaka imagines #granit xhaka #arsenal imagines #footie fics #football fics #football imagines #footballer fics #footballer imagines

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barbasbodaciousbeard · 3 years

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Accidental Feminist Icon

Between my own headcanon Barba becomes a very niche viral celebrity for being a mix of feminist icon giving one liners on the news and handsome/well dressed and the DJ Khaled post, this happened.

“Counsellor, are you listening?” Olivia asked as Rafael Barba looked at his phone again. It had been months now since he started trying Manhattan SVU’s cases, and she hadn’t seen him this distracted before.

“I just- why do I have rapid fire Twitter notifications? Over one hundred and fifty?”

“You have Twitter?” He rolled his eyes, not proud of the admission. But he liked to follow politics and music and satire. His colleagues would have discourse on legal proceedings and theory. But when he opened his notifications, the sea of professional headshots making up the icons in his notifications window were replaced by cartoon avatars and selfies. Handles like @Bradley_GreedADA were replaced with @feministkilljxy.

What was happening?

Why were there GIFs of him now?

“Rafael?” He was snapped back to attention by Olivia’s hand passing over his phone screen, and he shook his head, holding the screen out to her. “What am I looking at?”

“Why have a couple hundred- are these all teenagers?”

“Are they following you? Or tagging you?”

“Both?” He scrolled through the mentions.

“Both.” A questioning look.

“Have I gone viral?” he asked herr, eyes wide and his tone disgusted. Twitter was where he posted law books, nice dinners out, homemade dinners in, and the nicer scotch he drank. Sometimes even pictures of himself; some of his friends enjoyed fashion as well, and their twitters all had a heavy thread of their suspenders and ties. Suddenly, he was having photos he’d posted to flaunt his ability to mix patterns retweeted in appreciation of something more than the color scheme.

“I think you have. What have you said now?”

“The girl whose tweet I keep getting tagged in mentioned Jocelyn Paley and the Adam Caine case.”

“That was seven months ago.”

“I’m very aware. I have to get to the office. I’ll get you that warrant.”

He continued to scroll as he walked, alarmed by the number of followers he was gaining and going to open a direct message from a friend to see a wall of messages from names he didn’t know. Once he was able to find Bradley’s message, he saw it was series of tweets with videos and GIFs of him on the courthouse steps. They were all from the same case, he assumed the Adam Caine case. He clicked the video of he and Rita Calhoun.

All I can say, today's Grand Jury indictment is the first step towards achieving justice for Jocelyn Paley.

The DA's office is desperately trying to distract from their recent scandal with a high-profile case.

Don't give me that--whether you're a john in the South Bronx or a $3-million-a-year talk show host, no means no.

He could remember the exchange now, and it had apparently been retweeted thousands of times. Cameras always made him determined to distract, determined to drive home a point. And now, he was seeing some group of teenagers had clung on to his words, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about becoming recognized enough by that demographic to warrant this rapidly increasing follower count.

“Carmen, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Mr. Barba. Need coffee?”

“No,” he said plainly, shaking his head and showing her his feed. “Is this normal?”

“They found you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Haven’t you seen the posts?”

“I don’t branch out on Twitter often.”

“I see it mostly, like, on Instagram with captions and people post clips of you on vine.”

“What’s vine?”

“A six second video app. Teenagers and young women post you. Vine is normally comedy. But people are obsessed with you. Niche, but sizable number. I think it’s mostly New York girls who see you on the news. But that means the vines went viral a couple months ago.”

“So now they’re all following me on Twitter?”

“You’re viral for being attractive, dressing well, and prosecuting rapists. Embrace it.”

“I can’t post my clothes anymore.”

“Just continue like usual. Don’t respond to DMs.”

He spent a few weeks terrified of this new following, but after three days, things calmed down. The number of followers he gained was weird and confusing to him, and he decided to listen to Carmen ultimately, keeping the profile the same and pretending nothing had happened. She did stop him one day, showing him that there had been people making fake accounts, yet another thing that was insane to him. She primarily told him because these accounts were attempting to take advantage of the fact young girls were the ones following him. He awkwardly slid the handles to Olivia, and Carmen filled out an application for Twitter verification that left him mortified. Even worse, it was approved.

He was swept away in a case soon enough. Lindsay was assaulted by a whole fraternity at Hudson. They uncovered a previous victim in a hospital, a fraternity known for being a rape factory, and a dean helping create a culture that buried these attacks. It was becoming higher profile than he expected, and it wasn’t easy to try. He’d had to shut off his notifications on his phone during these cases. When Lindsay committed suicide, he accompanied Rollins when she went to arrest the dean. What he didn’t expect was for two of the women they saw to approach him, asking if they were here about Lindsay and thanking them when he said he couldn’t mention it. Then they asked for a selfie. Rafael was mortified but obliged.

“We recognize you from Twitter.”

Well, now he knew he needn’t accompany the squad out anymore.

When he got tweets from the kind of scum that supported the fraternity, it took a concerted effort not to respond. That could jeopardized the case. He’d already had to tell the two girls they couldn’t post about him being there. He tweeted a disclaimer for if people saw him out, feeling like an asshole. Twitter was now becoming a liability, but he could balance it and refused to give up the feed. Slowly, the GIFs and stills of him on the news were collected, and he only got embarrassed again when mami’s students had discovered him and realized he was the guy in their principal’s pictures. Now Mami had a Twitter, and she followed people who praised him joyfully, though he’d managed to convince her not to interact in private messages or respond to people insulting him.

The Jenna Miller case caused another leap in his follower count, and he had developed a little sense of pride instead of embarrassment when his followers jumped from people who mattered in New York to people who mattered elsewhere. A congresswoman from Ohio. Artists. Activists. He’d texted Olivia when Lady Gaga followed him. Plus that woman from True Blood. God, she was beautiful. Plus the hot boybander that had probably made him realize he was bisexual. It was weird, and he was unwilling to publicly acknowledge any of it. Unless they were on twitter, he certainly didn’t tell anyone he knew other than Olivia. Soon enough, someone had made a t-shirt on Etsy of the moment he’d turned on his heel. The media had called after Jenna, the olympian, and he’d told them no questions. Then the had the gall to bring up her sex work. He’d stopped on the steps, turning on his heel and announcing “Except for that one. Paid or not paid, no means no. Consent can be revoked at any time.” And now, Etsy users were profiting on it. This group was niche, but it ran deep. Luckily, he noticed the shop only had a few dozen sales.

Everything was fine until Rafael Barba lost his ability to maintain his composure. Up until now, he’d monitored his name, mentions, and a few hashtags people used with him. It was usually just the GIFs and stills and soundbites. He participated in some banter after the first couple of years, boundaries firm enough he felt he could. But he still didn’t bicker. Carmen said he got a following for being a good guy, and he thought it was gross openly condemning rape seemed to be all it took to be a good guy. But then through his lurking, Rafael Barba saw a tweet about DJ Khaled. He’d had to google who the hell that was, unsure who all of Twitter was piling onto, but he found the tweet objectionable enough to respond.

“Mr. Barba,” Carmen said, eyes sparkling with amusement as she came in to see her boss still scrolling through his phone. “You really decided this is the time to get involved on Twitter? You only ever respond to what people say to your stuff or your friends.”

He should’ve known she’d be on top of it. He’d given her access when notifications went through the roof the second time, and Carmen helped filter through DMs he didn’t want to see. But now, that meant her phone was vibrating like his in response to his first tweet in response to a stranger or someone who wasn’t in a thread under his own post.

“What? I’m supposed to endorse consent but not enjoyment?”

“You’re going to end up in a Buzzfeed article, sir.”

“If this is my legacy, so be it.”

“Your legacy? Taking it seriously now?”

“This is serious.”

Carmen’s phone buzzed in her hand, and she knew he’d sent another tweet. Her own account got notifications so she could monitor him. She sighed heavily, unlocking the phone and looking at it.

“Mr. Barba, does your mom know you’re bi?”

“No, why?”

“She follows you, idiot.”

“Shit. Well, I suppose it’s time.”

“If you tweet Smash Mouth, I’m quitting. These kids are already thirst tweeting you. They must have tweet notifications on for you.”

“Who’s Smash Mouth?”

“How the hell are you culturally relevant?”

“According to Liv, I’m a feminist icon.”

“Don’t get arrogant sir. I help run this twitter.”

“I’ll change the password. I do all the posting.”

“I won’t tell you if Evan Rachel Wood slides in your DMs.”

“Why would I care?”

“I know why you watched True Blood.”

“Touche.” He paused. “Do you think she will?”

“Give me the phone. I’ll bring it when Liv calls.”

“Why would she call?”

“She made a Twitter, sir. Followed you last week.”

“Shit,” he said, eyes wide. “I posted pictures of my food. She saw me acting like a Twitter guy.”

“You are a Twitter guy.”

He rolled his eyes, ending with a retweet of his new favorite addition to the conversation.

@mia-liz @chasingeverybreakingwave @thegirlwiththemaleficient-tattoo @teachingpanda

#rafael barba #rafael Barba x reader #rafael barba x oc

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nugnthopkns · 3 years

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don’t say you miss me

word count: 5.5k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, references to sex but nothing explicit, cursing, recreational drug use (marijuana), alcohol consumption, there is no happy ending

recommended listening: overnight | maggie rogers

series masterpost: here

a/n: second installment of hiiapl! little overnight inspired ditty that i’m actually pretty proud of. i’m having so much fun with this it’s insane

You had never meant to get attached.

It was a lot easier said than done – especially with Kevin. He was loud and obnoxious, sure, but it was part of his charm. When you first met him, outside a club in downtown Winnipeg, you were blown away by his duality. He had been so loud with his group but quietly brought you a bottle of water after you puked on the sidewalk. After insisting you take his number so you could let him know you got home safely, Kevin convinced you to go to dinner with him. One meal turned into several and before you knew it you were engaged in a casual fling with the Winnipeg Jets’ newest centre. It was mostly sex, with the ocasional interaction outside of the bedroom, but something about Kevin made it feel like more than just a hookup. Over the few months you slept together your feelings shifted, and you began to harbour a rather large crush.

Just when you were going to take the leap and talk to Kevin about getting serious fate reared its ugly head. After only being in Winnipeg for six months, electing to not return to Massechusettes right away after the Jets playoff run finished, Kevin was traded out of the city. The news split your heart in two – there was no way the two of you could become a couple. Though long distance could have been an option, you weren’t going to ask him to commit to that. Being a professional athlete is tough as is, and having a girlfriend a six hour flight away was extra stress you refused to put on Kevin.

The last night you spent with Kevin was emotional. Lots of tears were shed, mostly from you. You knew he was compartmentalizing it all and trying to not let you know how much the trade was affecting him. Whenever the two of you had talked about hockey, Kevin was always quick to mention how much he loved Winnipeg and how much he wanted to stay. Neither of you talked much, too focussed on wallowing in sadness and committing each other’s bodies to memory. He left the next morning, and there was a silent agreement that whatever the two of you had was over. It was fun while it lasted but now you both have to be adults and get on with life.

☼☼☼☼

Nearly six months later you consider yourself to be getting on with life just fine. You’ve got a better paying job, a new apartment, and enthusiastically throw yourself into any project that’s presented. To others, however, you’re barely hanging on. Any time you get a text notification, you hold your breath until a name flashes that isn’t Kevin’s. A notification from Instagram saying he viewed your story makes your heart beat three times as fast. You constantly check for updates on how he’s playing, and watch as many Flyers games media blackouts will allow just to catch a glimpse of his face. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t shake Kevin Hayes.

“They’ll be in town this weekend,” your best friend Rachel says. “Are you gonna reach out to him?”

You nearly drop the carton of chinese food you’re eating on the floor. “I didn’t know that,” you stammer, trying to make your surprise believable. Kevin will be back in Winnipeg for the first time since being traded. You knew this already, of course, because you have the Flyers scheduled imprinted in your memory.

She narrows her eyes at you. “Don’t fucking lie to me. You knew they were coming to town. The NHL app stays open on your phone at all times.”

Caught in your lie, you can do nothing but duck your head. You’ve thought a lot about what you’re going to do. Should you send him a text, let him know you’re available after the game? Or should you ignore him completely and make it seem as though you’re doing much better than you are?

“I don’t know Rach. I’ve never had a sort of ex come back to the city he left me in.”

“He didn’t necessarily want to leave you,” Rachel points out. “He got traded. If you want my two cents, I don’t think you should give him a call. You need to move on, not stay stuck in the past.”

Your friend is right, and you know that’s what you should do. Moving on from Kevin would be easier if you didn’t try to contact him. He hasn’t reached out to you so you assume you’re the only one in the relationship still struggling to come to terms with his departure. You struggle with the decision until puck drop, but ultimately decide against texting him. It simply wouldn’t be beneficial for your fragile heart.

A small group of friends has gathered at Rachel’s to watch the game. You’re lucky, or unlucky, to run with a crowd of die-hard Jets fans who get together any time they play, whether it’s at someone’s house or a sports bar around the corner from the arena. Though you tried your best to get out of it tonight, making up any excuse you can think of to stay at home and sob quietly into a pillow, Rachel knows better than to let you be alone and forces you to be in attendance.

It’s a pretty quiet game with the Jets dominating the first two periods. The Flyers are sluggish, not connecting passes and taking far too many penalties. You’re pretty sure Winnipeg has it in the bag when the puck drops for the final twenty minutes of play, so you turn your attention away from the television, picking up a conversation with Christina, the girl your friend Tyler brought along.

Some choice words must have been said to the Flyers in the intermission because they come out swinging. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, they’ve tied the game. The period is full of contact, with multiple players from each team spending time in the penalty box. Your attention is once again returned to the large screen for the final few minutes, and your jaw drops as you watch Kevin dangle through the Jets defence to sink the puck into the back of the net. It turns out to be the game winning goal, and you sit in silence as your friends pay up the money they lost in bets and check their updated fantasy pool standings. Maybe you should text him.

“Don’t fucking do it,” you hear Rachel whisper in your ear. Your other friends know of your past with Kevin, they were around and spent some time with him, but they don’t know how much you were still holding on. Everyone besides Rachel assumes you’re alright – that Kevin is just a blip in your past.

You roll your eyes and sigh, but tuck your phone back into the pocket of your jeans. It stays there – out of sight, out of mind – until it buzzes some time later. Expecting it to be your mother hounding you for not calling in a while, you pull it out. A message from Kevin flashes and you go whiter than a ghost.

Taking the boys out celebrating the big win. You in?

The words, so casual, feel like a punch to the stomach. Why the months of radio silence just to ask to see him like you’re friends? Making sure that no one is paying attention to you, you quickly type out a reply.

That’s not a good idea and you know it Kevin.

You send the message and immediately turn off your phone. This way you won’t have to deal with the aftermath until much later. You allow other things to hold your attention and don’t head home until you’re so tired that it will be impossible for you to think about Kevin’s text.

When you power your phone back up in the morning, you’re shocked to find that Kevin never responded. He obviously didn’t care too much about your absence, and part of you wonders if he was just being polite. It doesn’t make sense, but instead of letting your brain overthink the lack of response you throw yourself headfirst into cleaning your apartment. Hours later it’s spotless, and you slump onto the couch in a pile of exhaustion. You check your social media notifications, a few mentions from your friends about the shenanigans you all got up to the night before and your sister tagging you in a post letting you know she’d like to visit a specific beach the next time she comes to visit. Kevin’s profile photo sits at the top of your instagram feed, and before you can stop yourself you click to view his story.

It’s a snapshot of his teammates with bright smiles on their faces. Each of them is holding a can of beer, and a few look as though they shared a joint before entering the establishment. The photo is captioned ‘glad to be back in winterpeg’ and is accompanied by a couple of snowflake emojis. Your heart clenches inside your chest – it hurts more than you thought it would to see him enjoying himself as though he has no bittersweet feelings about being back. It would be beneficial to unfollow Kevin, but you can’t force yourself to pull the metaphorical trigger and completely cut him from your life.

Kevin leaves the next day for Vancouver. You know this because you watch his story yet again, and curse yourself for grasping at straws. Why must he have such a strong hold on you after so long? A call to Rachel has her driving to your place in minutes, ready to hold you while you cry and distract you from the pain that still lingers from his first departure.

☼☼☼☼

It’s easier to forget Kevin without him being in the city – you do your best, and eventually it sort of sticks.

He no longer crosses your mind every few days. You go weeks, sometimes a month or two, without thinking about him. It’s nice to no longer get sad when you enter a bar you frequented with him or wince when someone mentions how he’s playing. It also helps that he never returns to Winnipeg.

There’s no reason for him to. The Flyers don’t play another away game against the Jets the rest of season, and as far as you know he doesn’t frequently talk to his old teammates. Your life fades into a quiet routine you come to love dearly. The world feels balanced for the first time since Kevin left and you’re nothing but thankful.

Life moves on, and you find yourself succeeding in your career – so much so that you’re quickly offered a promotion. The change increases your workload and doesn’t leave you much of a life outside of work, but it doesn’t matter much to you. It’s a welcome distraction and keeps thoughts of Kevin out of your mind. No one comments on your genuine improvement, but you know they can see it. Rachel is proud, and she’s told you exactly once. It’s all you’ll get out of her so you take it and roll with it. The rest of the regular season passes without you so much as knowing, or caring, and before you know it there’s a notification for an article saying the Flyers were eliminated in the second round. For the first time you find it really hard to care.

☼☼☼☼

Summers in Winnipeg are your favourite. The city is warm for the first time all year and the flowers look beautiful in full bloom. With the promotion you’re afforded more vacation time, which you plan to take full advantage. There’s nothing you love more than hanging with friends in the sun, soaking up the rays, and casually drinking.

The days bleed into one another in the way that all good summers should, and before you realize it it’s your last day at work for a week. It will be nice to be free from workplace constraints for a while, and your friends have the time off as well. The group of you are heading to a cabin on Falcon Lake where you’re sure lots of partying will take place. You suggested getting farther away, but settled on the area in case Tyler’s sister goes into labour. He’s a very family oriented person and offered to watch his nephew when the time comes.

Four o’clock comes faster than you ever could have imagined, and you cheerfully wave goodbye to your co-workers. Some complain of your ability to leave during the busiest season of the year, but most of them wish you well. You put an immense amount of work into your job regardless of the quarter and know you deserve the break. If you don’t stop at the grocery store on your way you’ll be in trouble since you’re in charge of all the breakfasts and you currently only have a half-eaten loaf of bread that could go stale any day.

You’re in the cereal aisle, deciding whether or not you really need Honey Nut Cheerios for the trip, when you hear his unforgettable voice. It’s loud and booming and brings back so many feelings that you’ve learned to repress that you turn on your heel and head to the nearest self checkout despite only gathering half the items on your list.

Back in your car, you dial Rachel’s number and try to regulate your breathing.

“Hello?”

You don’t bother with any formalities. “Kevin is here.”

“In Winnipeg?” she asks, more than a tad confused. “Why would he be in Winnipeg?”

The interior of the Ford Escape you drive feels too small, so you crack a window and peel out of the parking space. Rachel’s voice reverberates throughout the car thanks to the bluetooth system. “I don’t fucking know, but he’s here.”

“I don’t think that’s possible Y/N,” Rachel says, always the realist. “He lives in Boston. What would he be doing in Winnipeg in the middle of July?”

You aren’t sure, and make sure to tell her so. “But it was him,” you swear. “He was in the grocery store.” You stop at a red light, placing your blinker on and checking both ways before turning right. A few more minutes and you’d be safely tucked away in your apartment, away from the world and the possibility of running into Kevin.

“There’s like a hundred tall gingers in the city babe, you didn’t see him.”

“You’re right, I didn’t see him,” you agree. “I heard him. How many tall gingers are there in Winnipeg with Boston accents?”

“Oh fuck. I’m coming over.” With that, Rachel hangs up, and you pull into the parking garage. You sit in silence for a minute or two before deciding your shaking legs can hold you upright. Perhaps you weren’t as over Kevin as you thought.

Rachel spends the rest of the afternoon and evening with you, ensuring you don’t do anything stupid and letting you spew all your feelings, both good and bad. More than one bottle of wine is consumed, but you have more than enough time to nurse a hangover. If you play your cards right through the week this won’t be the only time you do it either.

You wake up on top of your pristine sheets, Rachel grumbling beside you – she’s never been as good at holding her alcohol.

“What time is it?”

The alarm clock on your bedside table flashes a few numbers and you have to stare at them for a minute before you comprehend them. “Just after eight,” you say, sitting up. Surprisingly, you feel fine. Maybe the crippling weight of your feelings for Kevin cancels out the hangover you most definitely should be feeling.

“We need to get going. Gotta pack the car and hit the road. I’m the one who needs to get the keys so we have to be there before everyone else,” she sighs, grumbling something else under her breath as her feet hit the floor.

You just laugh at her and head into the kitchen. While Rachel showers you make coffee and pack the food into the ancient cooler your father gave you when you moved out many moons ago. It has served its purpose on several trips like this – you’ll be sad to see it go eventually. You switch places with Rachel, and once you’re feeling refreshed the two of you stuff your trunk and hit the road.

The drive is rather uneventful, with the both of you sitting in silence, and it doesn’t take you long to approach your destination. Rachel is a poor navigator so you’re tasked with figuring out where you’re going and making sure you get there, but it could be worse. You have a general sense of where you’re going. Getting the keys is painless and you get to work unpacking your overloaded SUV.

“Do you think there will be other people around we can party with?” Rachel asks as you close the trunk for the last time.

You shrug. “Don’t know Rach. It doesn’t look like it.”

She drops it, agreeing with you, and you separate to unpack your personal belongings. The cabin is large enough that no one has to share a room, which you’re grateful for. Though you love your friends dearly, they don’t always know what personal space is. At some point in the afternoon the rest of the group trickles in, and by dinner you’ve all settled and are ready to party.

Tyler figures out how to use the ancient barbeque and sets to work cooking the burgers. Everyone else gets side dishes ready or sets the table, with Christine starting a bonfire. You don’t know her well, only having met her a few times, but your friend seems to be infatuated with her. She fits in great with the group so you aren’t worried about any awkward tension. Dinner passes in a fit of giggles and shouts, and once the dishes are done you can relax fully.

The beer you grab from the fridge on your way out the door makes your insides fuzzy in the best way possible. By the fire, surrounded by those who care about you the most, you feel at peace. You’re yet to think about the sudden reappearance of Kevin in Winnipeg, and you’d like to keep it that way. Someone grabs the beat up acoustic guitar you found in the living room and thrusts it in your direction. You’d taught yourself to play in college, and it comes in handy for times like this.

“I refuse to play Wonderwall,” you laugh, shooting pointed looks at each and every person sitting around you.

“Come on Y/N,” Rachel groans. “Just once?”

“Fuck off.”

You don’t mean it, of course, and strum the opening chords with a grimace on your face. Tyler counts everyone in and they sing for you, which is appreciated. You might be decent at playing, but your singing voice is one that shouldn’t see the light of day if it can be helped. It’s more fun than you imagined it could be so one song turns into three, and before you know it your makeshift jamboree attracts the attention of the neighbours you didn’t know existed.

Applause erupts from behind you, and you flush enough that your cheeks warm significantly. “You guys are so good I hate to disrupt the rhythm,” a deep voice says, “But do you mind if a buddy and I join you? We’re a little lonely by ourselves next door.”

Tyler’s out of his seat in a heartbeat, jumping up to pat the man on the back. “Of course man, come on over! I’m Tyler, and that’s Rachel, Christine, Marshall, and Y/N.”

You all wave politely, and the mystery guest introduces himself. “Nice you meet you guys. I’m Nolan.”

It’s then you get a good look at who you’re speaking to. He seems to be a few years younger than you, maybe early twenties, and he has a face you just can’t place. Maybe you’ve seen him around Winnipeg – the city is small enough that you can often spot the same faces in a crowd. “I’ll just yell at him to come over and we can get the party started,” Nolan explains, “Kev, bud, come on over! And bring a couple beers.”

All the blood rushes from your fingers at the name. You shake them intensely, willing your circulatory system to function properly again. If you had to hazard a guess there’s probably a million people in Manitoba named Kevin. There’s no reason for it to be Kevin Hayes. You’re most certainly still spooked from your near encounter with him yesterday.

“Fuck Patty, you couldn’t come back and grab your own?” the emerging figure grumbles in the vocal stylings you’ll have imprinted on your heart until your dying day. Kevin is here, and if you don’t leave in the next few seconds you’ll be face to face with him for the first time in over a year.

You stand abruptly, not stopping to explain your hasty exit to anyone, and practically run into the house. The door slams behind you and you do your best to make your heart rate return to normal. Tyler shouts something you can’t quite comprehend, but you know it’s probably some sort of reconnection greeting. He’d met Kevin a couple of times while the two of you were together and had gotten along with him well.

“Hey,” Rachel whispers, “You good?”

You hadn’t heard her come in. “Not really,” you admit. “I mean like I knew he was in town but never in a million years did I think he’d crash my fucking vacation.”

She nods in agreement. “What do you want to do?”

“Stay in here forever?” An eye roll is sent your way but you choose to ignore it. “I’m serious Rach, I can’t go back out there, at least not tonight. Every time I think I’m over him he finds a way to make me realize I’m just faking.”

“I know,” Rachel says simply. She really does – as your best friend she’s privy to your every thought on the matter. After making sure that you'll be okay she heads back outside, armed with an excuse for your early departure.

You spend the rest of the night tucked under the covers, listening to the laughter of your friends outside, no doubt in your mind that Kevin is the source for most of it. He’s always been good at commanding an audience. Thoughts swim freely in your brain, most of them occupied by Kevin in some capacity. Was tonight just a one off? Will you have to eventually face him? What will you say? Eventually sleep comes, though it’s fitful and fleeting.

☼☼☼☼

You do your best to avoid Kevin, and it works for a day or two. Tyler has stricken up a friendship with the athlete, and spends more time with him and Nolan than your group. You don’t mind all that much because they typically are out on Nolan’s boat or lounging in their cabin, but every night the group reconvenes at your firepit. The excuses are starting to run out – there’s only so many times you can say you have heat exhaustion before someone stops believing you.

“Y/N, Kevin hasn’t even mentioned you,” Tyler whines one night after dinner. “It won’t be awkward. We only have a few days left, please spend time with us?”

“I’m spending plenty of time with you,” you grumble. “You promise he won’t say anything?”

Tyler shoots you a smile that lets you know he knows that he’s broken down your resolve. “Why would he? If he was going to do it he would have already.”

You aren’t sure if that makes you feel better or worse. You’re glad he’s faring better than you, but on the other hand you wish he’d at least make an effort to inquire into your well-being. Maybe it was simply proof that you were still holding onto something that didn’t mean much of anything. Eventually you’d have to face the music, whether it be with Kevin or someone in the future, so you make the decision to try and at least get used to seeing former flames in social settings.

“You’re rolling my joints tonight asshole,” you grumble, shoving your sock clad feet into a pair of worn out sandals.

There’s a small commotion, mostly in excitement at your begrudging agreement, and you roll your eyes as you grab what is destined to be your first of many beers from the fridge. Rachel slides up beside you on the way out the door and squeezes your hand, letting you know she’s ready to support you no matter what happens. It’s comforting, and the nerves in your stomach settle a small amount.

Marshall is already outside, helping Nolan start the fire. They seem to be extremely similar and you’re glad they can seek each other out when the rest of the group gets too rambunctious. The rest of your party filters out of the house and takes up residence in the adirondack chairs. Kevin doesn’t appear to be around, so you allow yourself to speak freely, loud and unabashed.

“No I’m telling you,” you insist, trying to convince Nolan your stance on Jack Antonoff is correct. “Jack is literally responsible for reinventing pop production.”

He laughs at how into the conversation you are. “Why the fuck should I care?”

“Because you fucking listen to Lorde!”

Someone else is laughing along with you and it nearly stops you in your tracks. At some point Kevin had joined the party, but you hadn’t noticed. Knowing that he was listening makes you suddenly self conscious, and you wrap your sweater tighter around your shoulders. Nolan can tell you’re uncomfortable and does his best to relieve the tension.

“Kev, do you wanna run back and grab the weed?” he asks.

The auburn haired man pulls a baggie out of his hoodie pocket. “Got it right here baby cat,” he grins. “And it’s ready to go. You got a light?”

Nolan tosses him the lighter and Kevin expertly puts the joint between his parted lips. He lets the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling, and you watch him more intently than you should. You’re thrown back to the memories of Kevin’s apartment downtown, where you’d smoke in content silence after a night of passionate sex. The scenes flash in your mind and you’re overcome with melancholia. You had been so happy in the moment, and now you’re in a similar situation but feel nothing. Other than sharing in your laughter, Kevin is yet to say anything to you.

You must have been lost in your thoughts, because Kevin is staring at you with a quizzical expression. “Y/N? Do you want a hit?”

It takes you a second to snap out of your daze, but to cautiously take the lit joint from his hand. “Thank you Kevin,” you say, voice timid. It’s the first time you’ve spoken to him since he left Winnipeg for the first time.

He shoots you a dazzling smile and your insides threaten to turn to mush. No matter how hard you’ve tried to convince yourself you over him, that you’ve moved on from Kevin, you know you’re wrong. Kevin Hayes will have some sort of hold on you until you die. To distract yourself from the overwhelming amount of emotion you inhale deeply, hoping that the buzz smoking will bring can clear your mind. You really don’t want to think about what you lost when he’s right in front of you.

The three of you sit in silence, passing the joint in a circle, and listen to the conversation your friends are engaged in. Marshall ropes Nolan into a game of cornhole and he goes begrudgingly. As he stands he sends you a sympathetic look, and you know that he’s familiar with your history with Kevin. It doesn’t surprise you – Kevin isn’t exactly one to keep secrets.

“So,” Kevin says once it’s just the two of you, “How have you been?”

You do your best to swallow the lump in your throat. “I’ve been good. Work has been crazy lately, so this break has been really nice.”

He presses, and you indulge him in a conversation about your new job, though it can barely be considered that now. Everything is surface level – you’re afraid of letting Kevin in too much. Though your fling may have been brief, it didn’t make his departure or the lack of contact any easier. He tells you about his life in Philadelphia and how much he loves it there. Before you can stop yourself, you ask him a loaded question.

“Do you like it more than Winnipeg?”

Kevin falters. It takes both of you a moment to process what you said. Not one to lie, he answers truthfully. “Yeah.” It comes out in a sort of deflated sigh. “But I miss –”

“Don’t say it,” you rush, trying hard to keep your voice down. “You don’t mean it.”

An embittered huff comes from him, and you watch carefully as he peels the worn ball cap off his head and tugs on his curls. “I do,” he insists. “I absolutely miss you.”

You no longer care who can hear you. “If you missed me, you would have texted. Called. Anything,” you say cooly. Everyone else has clued in to the fact that something is going on between you and Kevin, and have migrated inside in an attempt to give you privacy.

“I did. You’re the one who said it wasn’t a good idea to see each other again.”

“Because it had been over half a year!” you shriek. “And it had been radio silence before then. You left Kevin, and I’m not blaming you. I know it’s your job. But you left and it was so fucking hard, and it stung because you didn’t even try. So when you hit me up after that game I knew I had to say no. Because no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, I’m still so in love with you that if you asked I’d uproot my life and follow you to Philly. I don’t want to be that girl.”

The outburst leaves you gasping for breath. Never before had you spilled heartache so fast – with a sort of reckless abandon. Anytime you’ve had these types of conversations you’ve been calm and collected. You’re currently the farthest thing from it.

Kevin’s expression softens, and a sadness fills his eyes. “I was scared,” he begins, “Because for the first time in my life I was with someone I could see spending the rest of my life with. Sure, we weren’t serious, but I was going to take it there. Then I got traded and the plans I had went to shit and I was too scared to do anything about it. So I let you slip away.”

Silence fills the space between you. You don’t know what to say, so you focus on unraveling the loose thread from the hem of your cardigan. Kevin shuffles in his seat awkwardly. “Where do we, uh, go from here?”

The question shocks you. To the best of your understanding, you had made it perfectly clear where your relationship was headed. “Nowhere,” you breathe. “You head back to Philly, meet another girl, and fall in love. I stay here, do my job, and learn to be content with myself.”

“There’s no room for us in your little plan?”

“We’ve run our course Kev. As much as I still love you, will always love you, we’re too fundamentally different for us both to really be happy in a relationship. You have to know that.”

He nods. “I do.” With that, Kevin rises from the chair, gives you a sad smile, and leaves. You assume he’s calling it a night, and you wish to do the same. Finally having that conversation was exhausting and all you want to do is sleep for the next twelve hours.

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The rest of the trip passes without you seeing Kevin again. He and Nolan left early the morning after your conversation, and you do your best to enjoy yourself. Part of your brain makes you believe you’re the reason they left, though Tyler tells you otherwise. No one asks about what happened between you two, not even Rachel, and you return to the city determined to start anew. Eventually you break the cycle of obsessing over Kevin’s stats, and take it upon yourself to unfollow him on social media. Life goes on.

Things never really get easier. You still find yourself grieving the loss of Kevin, late at night when you can’t sleep, but are confident in your decision to say goodbye for good. Time heals everything, and eventually you’ll be okay.

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The Marriage Project (9)

I’m back with anotha one! Sorry it’s taken so ridiculously long! I’ve been soooo busy that sitting down and writing or even formatting has been such a challenge. Please enjoy this chapter!

*also i watched Cherry and Tom was so good in it I’m- that film messed me up a lil bit but like it was so good. Also I’ve loved Ciara since btr and now I’m just insanely jealous and love her even more ugh

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Word Count: 2333

Warnings: Some language? I can’t think of anything else

% approximately the 3rd week of October %

Friday evening, the volleyball team arrived at the town regionals were being held at, about an hour away. You were staying in a hotel again, and as before, Julia was your buddy.

After having spent the evening laughing and having fun, your whole hotel room group was about to head up the stairs.

“Hey, y/n. Do you mind staying back for a minute?” Julia asked.

“Oh, sure. We’ll meet you guys upstairs,” you called to the other two, who waved back nonchalantly and continued walking. Julia and you went back to some empty seats near the lobby.

“What’s up?” you asked, smiling.

“Well… Sam told me he caught you and Tom yesterday and I just wanted to ask you about it…”

Your smile faltered.

“What’s there to talk about? I told him that Tom sprayed me with water so I got back at him by soaking the back of his shirt. There’s nothing more to say.”

“Well, yeah, he told me that but he also mentioned that you stayed for dinner? And met Nikki’s parents last weekend? Not trying to imply anything, but I didn’t meet their grandparents until Sam and I had been dating for like 6 months.”

You were getting annoyed, considering this was the second person in two days to ask you about Tom.

“I didn’t just meet them over nothing! Nikki took my senior pictures at the same time as Tom’s and wanted to do them there. I was just tagging along for the ride.”

“You know he’s also coming to state next weekend, right? If we pass through tomorrow?”

He is?

“Uh, no I didn’t. Doesn’t he have football stuff to worry about? It’s also Halloween next weekend, like he’d miss out on the big party.”

“They have a bye next week. Sam is going to come and I guess Tom is taking him, but Nikki might come too? I’m not sure. I guess you’d better ask him. Anyways, I just wanted to clear things up since there were all those rumors today,” she said, starting to get up.

“Wait, wai- Rumors? I never heard anything. Like about me?”

“You haven’t heard? I guess one of the freshman girls who has a massive crush on Tom was stalking Nikki’s website last night and saw some pictures of the two of you. A bunch of people think you’re dating now.”

You felt yourself pale.

“Oh no, and she changed one picture after Tom asked her to. Do you know what the picture was?”

“Something about him carrying you..? I never saw it, why?”

“Great. Now everyone is going to think she changed it because a secret got out or something. Ughhhh I just wish this stupid marriage project had never happened and I would never be in this mess.”

Julia looked at you contemplatively for a moment.

“Think of it this way, you and Tom are friends now, right?” you apprehensively nodded. “If it weren’t for that project, you two would still be fighting all the time and you wouldn’t have had the incredible Nikki Holland taking your pictures. Everyone can just get over themselves, you know?”

You snorted, then grinned.

“Yeah I guess so. You know, you’re annoyingly wise beyond your years,” you stated. “Now let’s get back upstairs. We have a long day ahead of us.”

Placing first at regionals meant two things: you were going to state, and everyone was congratulating you again when Monday came.

They also kinda looked at you funny when Tom high fived you in the hallway as he passed by, but you had decided to follow Julia’s advice and stop caring about the rumors people were spreading.

Once the morning announcements ended, your calculus teacher stood up, a small paper stack in hand.

“Okay, everyone, since I’m your first period teacher and homecoming is next week, today you get to cast your nomination votes. Y’all know the drill: three guys, three girls for king and queen. Try to make it fast, we have a lot to do today.”

She walked around handing out half-sheets of paper with six lines on them. You and Tom immediately looked at each other.

“We nominating each other?” Tom asked before you could.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you joked, filling out the sheet with both of your names and four others.

In home ec, you sat next to Tom cutting fabric for yet another project you had to do together, thinking about something Julia had mentioned.

“Hey, I gotta ask you something. Is it true you’re going to the capital this weekend for our state tournament?” you asked.

“Oh, yeah. This is our bye week and I promised Sam I’d go with him and mom. Plus, we can work on the project when you’re free.”

“You do realize that’s like a four hour drive, right? I mean it’s Halloween this weekend. Wouldn’t you rather make an appearance at Johnny’s big blowout?”

“Eh, it won’t be that great. I mean his place isn’t even that big and it’s in town. There’s literally no way it won’t get busted within the first half hour. The homecoming party at Tyler’s however… that’s gonna be insane.”

“Okay Johnny’s trash party aside, you really would rather spend your one free weekend of the season four hours away watching girls play volleyball then at home doing… whatever it is you do. And please don’t tell me you watch the ‘hub in your spare time.”

“Come on, y/n I’m not an animal. Even without the tight uniforms volleyball is really cool.”

You backhanded his arm at the comment.

“Plus, I don’t need any videos to get myself off,” he added, smirking.

“You disgust me.”

“You know you love me.”

“Hmm. Debatable,” you shot back dryly, earning a chuckle and shoulder bump from him as you finally cracked.

At lunch, your friends were discussing the Halloween party when you sat down.

“Okay we really need to figure out what to wear this weekend, and we’re not going as playboy bunnies like Daisy and all her group,” said one girl.

“Well I say we dress as frat boys. It’s funny, not super sexual, and we all know half the guys are going to rush next year,” suggested Caroline.

“I like it, but what if we went a step further and dressed as dads. You know, hawaiian shirts, khaki shorts, socks and sandals. That would be hilarious. What do you think, y/n?” said Alexis.

“Sorry ladies, I won’t be there. We have state this weekend at the capital so as always, we’re driving down Friday after school. I will be at Tyler’s homecoming thing next weekend. Also, I do really like the dad thing, but I vote y’all do Guy Fieri.”

“Wait why is that literally genius,” Alexis said as the others agreed. “Of course it would suck to take your idea without you even getting to do it.”

“You guys really think I care? Just credit me in your insta captions. I’ll make the team put ribbons with flames on them in their ponytails Saturday.”

“Okay now we have to do it,” a different friend said.

“Hey, at least you won’t have to worry about Tom. I’m sure he’ll be at the party,” Caroline said. You wrinkled your nose.

“Yeah about that… His brother’s girlfriend is on the team so he’s going, too. I’m the one that’ll be seeing him instead of you guys but whatever. We’ll need to work on our project anyways.”

“Don’t you think that’ll fuel the fires people are already spreading about you? A good portion of the school thinks you’re secretly together now,” added the first friend from before.

“People are going to believe whatever the hell they want. I honestly don’t care anymore. Oh! By the way, did I tell you guys that some freshman was the one spreading shit about me Friday? The nerve those kids have,” you said.

“Wait, what? It was a freshman that was trying to tell everyone y’all are together? Ugh why would anyone believe them?” Alexis asked, incredulous.

“I know, right? Apparently she’s like obsessed with Tom or something. She must have a backwards way of thinking if she believes spreading fake rumors will make him want her. Jokes on her when she has to see us together on homecoming court. He’s just as likely to be voted as I am, maybe even more.”

The group all laughed and continued talking about random things, and you mentally wiped the sweat from your brow now that the conversation was shifted from you and Tom.

You were nervously bouncing your leg before calculus Friday morning. You’d gotten to school early to make certain you would be there for the announcements, which is when they would be releasing the list of nominees.

Tom came in a couple minutes before the bell, hair still wet from his post workout shower. Usually he blow dried it, and he obviously noticed you looking at his curls, your knee bouncing anxiously.

“Got out of the weight room late so I rushed over here. What are you wired up about, princess?”

“Do I really have to tell you? Homecoming noms.”

“You’re actually nervous about that? Everyone knows you’re already at the top of the list.”

“Uh, no, that’s you. After everything that’s happened the past few weeks, there’s no telling how people feel about me.”

“Oh you’ll be fine. I know it,” Tom finished. You wanted to disagree with him further, but then the bell rang and announcements began. After the general daily stuff, they got to the part everyone was waiting for.

You were on the edge of your seat. The disembodied voice began with the underclassmen’s court nominations, eventually working up to the senior king contestants.

“Alright, first up in the running for kings we have… Tuwaine Barrett!”

Tuwaine was a cool dude. He played basketball and was in theatre. You were happy to see him nominated.

“Next up we’ve got Harrison Osterfield!”

Ugh. I’d rather abdicate the throne than end up against him.

“And finally for the boys, Tom Holland!”

A small cheer went up in your classroom as people congratulated Tom and patted him on the back. You gave him a high five.

“And now for the ladies. First on the list is Zendaya Coleman!”

Ah Zendaya. You were never that close, but she was always nice when you’d had classes with her. She was way taller than you, a star player on the basketball and softball teams. Not to mention she was insanely gorgeous. This was already some stiff competition.

“Second, we have Daisy Ridley!”

And of course another likely contender. Daisy, who was planning on going to that evening’s Halloween party as a playboy bunny, was a cheerleader. She didn’t fit every aspect of the cheer stereotype, like the fact that she was actually really smart, but she definitely wasn’t the nicest person either.

“And finally, your last nominee for homecoming queen is… y/n y/l/n!”

It took a second to fully process that it was you they were talking about until there were people cheering you on like they’d done for Tom. He reciprocated the high five.

“What’d I tell you princess? Or shall I say queen.”

Tom was leaving football practice after the bell when a few of his buddies appeared next to him to walk across the parking lot.

They were talking when Tom saw you all loading the bus, and you sent each other a wave.

“Damn, y/n’s not gonna be at the party tonight? That’s rough, she always has the dopest costumes. ‘Least you will. What are you going as?” one guy, Jake, said.

“Did I not tell you? I’m going out of town. Won’t be there. I totally would’ve been Spider-Man though,” Tom explained.

“Wait you won’t be there tonight either?” another, Chris, asked. “You’re gonna miss out on some major exposure for homecoming votes.”

“Oh yeah, right. I’m pretty sure things are in the bag for me. I’ll just be gone tonight and tomorrow. Promised Sam I’d go to the volleyball thing with him.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You. Are going to the capital. Which is four hours away. At the same time as y/n. Am I hearing this right?” Jake asked as they finally reached their cars.

“Oh shut up, man. It’s not like that. Yeah we’ll be at the same place this weekend but whatever. We’re cool with each other now.”

“Cool? Is that code for ‘I want to make out every time I look at her?’” interjected Chris. He and Jake gave each other a look and laughed.

“Ugh, no. I’d kiss a salmon before I kissed y/n. I just meant we’ve come to an understanding and are somewhat friends now.”

They both looked at him funny.

“So you mean to tell me that there’s nothing going on between you two? Yeah right. We’ve all seen the way you look at her at games,” Jake said suggestively.

“What is up with you and everyone else at this school thinking there’s more to the story?! We are fake married for a school project and are nothing more than friends. You’re crazy to think otherwise.”

“Who are you planning on asking to the dance?” Chris asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

“What? What do you mean? I haven’t even thought about it.”

“I’m asking who you’ll take to homecoming. It’s y/n, isn’t it?”

“No. No, it’s not, because I haven’t asked anyone.”

“Would you go with her?” Chris continued, pressing in.

“I mean I guess so. If we’re voted king and queen then it’ll basically be an obligation.”

“And if you’re not?”

“Dude why are you asking all these questions! If she isn’t queen then I’ll go with whoever is. If I’m not king, I’ll just go solo and see what happens. Whatever, though, I need to get home. I’ll see you guys Monday,” Tom finished.

He walked off to his car, where his brothers were impatiently waiting.

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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lip sync your way into my heart

( @thecomfortofoldstorries and I got into a fun head-cannon debate last night about Tik Tok POVs and this is what happened)

--- Jaskier has never really been in the loop when it comes to social media. He was behind the curve when he made his Tumblr and he was two years late to sign up for Twitter. It’s no surprise that he finally downloads Tik Tok and makes an account several months after it’s become a viral platform.

That also means all the good usernames are taken; Jaskier types in @buttercup-bard, sees that it’s available, and calls it a day. This isn’t an app he’s going to care about. It’s just to waste time during his forty minute commute to and from campus.

Alas, he has ADHD...and this shit is addictive.

Especially, he hates to admit, the thirst-trap hotties who do weird, obscure, edgy POV videos. Jaskier knows they’re aimed primarily towards teen and young adult women but he’s a red-blooded Redanian gay. He’s horny. He can watch a few POV Tik Toks on the bus and thirst after pretty boys with big muscles...as a treat.

By Jaskier’s second week of classes he’s found a definite favorite Tik-Tokker (is that what they’re called? Or is it influencer? Jaskier doesn’t care). The guy is gorgeous. He has beautiful honey-gold eyes and long, silvery-white hair; which is appropriate since his handle is @whitehairdontcare. He makes a wide range of content, too. Perfect for Jaskier’s Concerta-focused tastes. There are some dances here and there and some Q&A videos, but for the most part he does POVs.

Jask and his roommates, Essi and Priscilla, have spent many happy hours poring over Mr. White Hair’s account, watching and re-watching their favorites from his vast repertoire of content. Essi loves his weird, edgy-boi shit. Stuff with titles like “POV: I fight the bully who insulted your haircut” or “POV: you make a deal with the devil for true love”. Stuff that Jaskier would have been into when he still listened to My Chemical Romance on the regular (okay, he still does, but don’t tell Essie).

Priscilla is a huge fan of Tik Tok dances. She follows every challenge and ranks her favorites, compiling them into a YouTube series that’s more for her self-gratification than anything else. Mr. White Hair is generally towards the top of her list whenever he deigns to follow a trend that doesn’t involve badly applied makeup blood smears. The guy clearly works out and the definition of his body (and the movements of said really hot body) make the dances look so much more fluid and fun. Jaskier and Priscilla clearly share a brain-cell when it comes to appreciating Mr. White Hair’s hotness.

Jaskier’s favorites, of course, are the cute little POVs that lie scattered between all the edgy ones. Stuff made for the softies of Tik Tok. Stuff made for boys like Jaskier. “POV: I fix your car for you” is the one he’s probably re-watched the most. Mr. White Hair is lying on his back beneath a jacked-up blue car, oil smeared in a few strategic places on his face, chest, and arms. At the very end of the Tik Tok he moves the wrench out of the way of his face completely and winks directly into the camera.

Jaskier hates to admit it, even to himself, but no matter how many times he’s watched that stupid twenty-give second video, that wink drops his heart straight down into his shoes and fills his stomach with butterflies.

---

“Hey do you guys carry fake blood here?” an almost terrifyingly deep voice asks from behind him. Jaskier twirls around on his heel, Retail Smile firmly in place, and loses his shit the moment he sets eyes on his latest customer.

It’s Mr. White Hair.

Here. In the middle of the aisle of the Party City where Jaskier works every weekend. He’s either going to throw up or pass out or both.

He doesn’t though. Instead, the Demon Lord of Retail possesses his body momentarily and nods, “Right over this way!” He leads the insanely attractive influencer over to the year-round section of Halloween FX makeup and gestures towards the shelf filled with various fake blood capsules, bottles, and packets.

“Thanks,” Mr. White hair smiles. Jaskier nods again, silent, and drifts back towards the counter in a daze. He’s the only one on shift right now (it is not a very busy Party City) and he knows that he can’t pass out on the dirty tile floor or he’ll get fired (and perhaps tetanus). He just needs to power through the next few minutes and then he can crouch next to the helium tank and freak the fuck out.

But not until Mr. White Hair is gone.

Just as Jaskier is re-learning how to breathe normally, the sexy internet star makes his way towards the counter with an armful of products and the retail worker loses it again. Thank god for the ability to compartmentalize.

“So, just these for you?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem! I love your Tik Toks by the way,” Jaskier replies automatically. His eyes widen slightly. Why the fuck did I mention his Tik Toks!?

“Thanks,” the guy says and blushes. “I didn’t know they’d gotten so popular.”

“You have like two million followers?” Jaskier laughs. “I think that makes you pretty popular. Maybe even famous.”

“Oh yeah...right.”

“Anyway, your total is going to be twenty-one fifty.”

Mr. White Hair pays and Jaskier bags all his fake blood, wondering the whole time exactly what kind of content he can look forward to seeing. More of Essi’s edgy shit, apparently. As he’s handing the plastic bag over the counter, Jaskier smiles and works up the courage to ask, “Is your hair naturally white? I don’t mean to pry, it’s just really pretty.”

Geralt’s face goes slightly pinker than before and he nods. “Yeah. Weird genetic thing. Thanks.”

“No problem. Right on,” Jaskier beams. “Well, it was nice meeting a famous person. Thanks for stopping in.”

“Thanks for helping me out,” the Tik Tokker replies. Jaskier watches him exit the store before ripping his phone from his pocket and dialing Essi. He needs to talk to her before he spirals into a giddy panic attack.

---

“Hey Jask have you seen that hot guy’s latest Tik Tok?” Priscilla asks, lounging across her futon like a queen. Jaskier looks up from his copy of The Collective History of Aedirnian Funeral Dirges and wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion.

“No, why?”

“You should go check your phone. I think you’ll be happily surprised.”

“Oh-kay,” Jaskier says, drawing out the ‘kay’ for as long as it takes him to get up from his seat on the floor and exit the room. He retrieves his phone from the charger in the kitchen and returns to Priscilla’s bedside. He opens his new favorite app and pulls up @whitehairdontcare’s page. There’s a new POV from earlier this morning and Jaskier taps on it.

His eyes go round when he reads the caption: “POV: You’re the cute cashier at the Party City and I’m bad at flirting”.

Mr. White Hair is staring into the camera with those beautifully golden eyes, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck with his hand while he lip syncs to whatever song is playing. He’s wearing a tight, navy blue v-neck and Jaskier can see the movement of every one of his ridiculously defined muscles as they flex. The silver wolf’s-head necklace Mr. White Hair always wears around his neck is in its usual place, dangling down between those perfect collarbones…

Jaskier takes a shaky breath and glances up at his friends, who are staring back at him with wide eyes. “It could be about anyone.”

“How many Party Cities do you think he went to yesterday?”

“I’m not going to get my hopes up,” Jaskier snorts. “He’s a social media influencer and I am one semester away from finishing my degree and my thesis. Why would he ever want to be with someone like me?”

Essi rolls her eyes and Jaskier goes back to his homework.

---

Later that night, alone in his room, Jaskier plugs his earbuds into his phone and watches the Tik Tok over and over. He finds the song Geralt used and adds it to his Work Is Tough playlist, which he’s allowed to play over the loudspeakers at the store so long as he’s working a solo shift.

He watches Mr. White Hair’s plush pink lips move around the words and dreams of kissing them someday, as far-fetched as that scenario is (because this video is definitely not for him, that’s impossible):

“My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.

So won't you kill me, so I die happy.

My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury,

or wear as jewelry; whichever you prefer.”

Fucking Dashboard Confessional. Of course. One of Jaskier’s favorite bands from his emo days in middle school. If this really was for Jaskier, if this really was a legitimate attempt at online flirtation by Mr. White Hair himself, it was working.

Jaskier buries his head in his pillow and sighs.

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