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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 13

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 28 minutes

Chapter warnings: Smut, dirty talk, protected sex, oral sex (female receiving), female masturbation, pubic hair, teasing

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His hand was almost rubbing her shoulder, embracing her back as she moved closer to him to give him no space to think about anything else that wasn't her. Jungkook had been working almost all night to get her attention.

He knew women like her were difficult to find, and even more difficult to keep engaged. He played nice and funny, his conversation was eloquent until he saw in her eyes how hooked he was. And then, he made the tactic move of telling her he didn't want to bother and that he'd go back to his table, only for her to insist him to stay a little longer.

Her fingers made the quick move of sliding in his locks, moving through his scalp as she approached her lips to his.

Until his ringtone interrupted.

—It'll be quick —he assured her.

His right hand left her thigh over her trousers to reach the back pocket of his pants and take the phone out.

Peter's name on his screen made him sigh, wondering why he was calling so late into the night, and why he was even thinking of bothering him out of training hours.

—What?

—There's a girl that looks exactly like your girlfriend here.

—My girlfriend? —he quickly smiled at the girl, who frowned at that word.

—Yeah, that petty girl that entered the gym like she owned it a few weeks ago.

Jungkook sat straight, moving away from the girl he was ready to hook up with, when the description sounded a little too familiar.

A petty girl? That acted like she owned places? And that was in his gym? That could only be Y/n.

—Are you sure it's her?

—It looks like her for sure —he sighed—. She's wearing boxing gloves, and one of the trainers is with her. But I'm not sure if she's here to fight.

Jungkook was convinced all those hits at his head were paying a tough consequence faster than it should.

—Well, so what? —he chuckled— She isn't my problem. Focus on your things, and ignore her.

After hanging up, Jungkook turned to the girl that was giving him a rough look after that call, expecting an explanation.

—It's a misunderstanding —he started—. It's just someone who's obsessed with me, and goes around telling people we're dating.

—I mean, I'm not surprised —her fingers moved up to his chest—. I'm obsessed, and I've only been around you for a few hours.

His hand went back to that spot in her thigh, leaning over her to go for that kiss he was interrupted from getting, only to be interrupted again. His thought froze him on the spot, stopping just a few millimeters from her face, and barely feeling anything when she linked their lips together.

What was Y/n doing in a place like that? And why the hell was she even thinking of fighting? So that was why she had those boxing gloves in her house the other day?

Jungkook shook his head, trying to focus on the kiss that he barely corresponded to. Y/n wasn't his problem.

But they'd eat her alive in that place? She could seem to be rough, but she wouldn't last a round.

The girl lost her balance when Jungkook moved back quickly, letting his thoughts win and his worry take over him. He wasn't doing it because of her, that was right, he was just worried that his conscience would make him feel guilty because he had the chance to avoid it. That was the reason.

—You're amazing, so hot and sexy —the girl smiled, sinking her shoulders with fake shyness—. But I need to go.

He got up and started making his way to the door, stopping when he realized he had no way of getting to the place the fight was taking place. The girl sat straight, faking pride -even if her heart skipped a bit- when she saw him walking back to her.

—Perhaps... Did you come here by car? I really need someone to drive me somewhere.

She got up, and for a quick second he genuinely thought she'd agree on taking him where he needed to be. His face quickly moved to the side after she slapped his face, and walked away from his mumbling several insults.

—"No" would've worked —he complained, rubbing his cheek with the palm of his hand.

Well, he had to get there by uber or taxi. Not only did she cost him a fun night, Y/n also cost him whatever price the drivers settled for the night.

She was so determined when she first agreed to the fight, thinking that she'd find a way out before she actually had to go up in the ring, that she didn't even think of the possible problems that could come up and that could avoid her from dodging being beaten up by another woman that was twice of her body in muscles.

Her blood pressure went down to the tip of her toes when she saw that fighter, keeping her hair away from her face with two boxer braids.

She hadn't even been training for a week.

Of course she knew how to hit a punch on someone, or how to dodge a hit before it actually reached her face. Her brother taught her before he died. But that situation was completely different. She had never had to think so fast and react at the same time the thoughts were kicking in her system.

She agreed to the fight, thinking she'd overhear some information that could be useful to her, thinking that someone important would show up and show the face so she could try to expose him as part of that web of illegal fights. But there was nothing she could use.

Nothing.

—How am I supposed to win? She looks like she'd eat me with one bite and burp all of my bones out —she whispered, hating herself for being unable to hide the way her voice shook.

—Oh, don't worry about that.

A ray of hope fell on her with those words coming from her trainer, thinking that maybe she was better at fighting than she thought -he agreed on her showing up at the fight due to something-, or maybe the other fighter was all appearance and she was indeed as bad in boxing as her.

—You're not supposed to win.

Y/n opened her eyes wide, turning to her trainer, who was looking at her with a calm smile.

—I'll earn more if my fighters lose than if they win —he whispered—. Just take the hits. Pam, pam —he simulated the punches—, and stay up until the fourth or fifth round.

—I should just allow her to punch me until the fifth round? —she hysterically asked.

—You got it right —he patted her shoulder—. Don't think about it too much, because you're next.

It all happened so fast, that she didn't know where the other fight came to an end until she saw that other young boy almost being dragged out of the improvised ring. She gulped thick, seeing what her future would look like in the next fifteen minutes.

—Wait —she urgently spoke, trying to stand her foot on the ground as hard as she could—, couldn't you give me two minutes more to think about it?

—Two minutes more? Of course —but his fake smile quickly dropped—. What do you think this is? Let's go.

She was already ready to face her fate, dealing with the consequences of her own decisions that took her there. Until another bigger hand got a grip on her forearm, next to her trainer's hand, and a wide back almost covered her whole body, barely allowing her to see further than it.

—Why am I not surprised? —the middle-aged man scoffed, looking away before his eyes fell on Jungkook— Get out of my way.

—She's not fighting, Ramon —Jungkook slowly spoke.

Y/n looked lower on the hand holding her, frowning when she thought of how familiar those tattoos looked. And that voice... Usually, she was so annoyed just seeing Jungkook, that she was always tempted to do the opposite of what he'd like her to do, but that day he showed up like a guardian angel, making her feel like she had never been happier to see him before in her life.

—At least I'm here supporting my fighters —the man answered with a cocky tone.

—You know nobody from my business is fighting today —he hissed.

And it wasn't like he ever sent any of his fighters to fight, unless he had no other choice. And he always made sure they were prepared to confront any fight they were signed on.

—Let her go unless you want me to break each bone of your body.

—If I let her go, you know they'll do more than just break each bone of your body, Jungkook.

—It's alright —Y/n interrupted, finally making him turn to her—. I'm here because of that, and it isn't like I need your help.

Y/n moved her arm away, getting rid of both of their grips to be able to walk past her neighbor. She turned again, looking at him one last time.

—Calm your dick down while I get on the ring. Just let what happened the last time happen again.

Her voice and body language were saying one thing, but her eyes were asking him to do another.

His brain was working at full speed, looking around to anything that could help him come up with something to help her. Those fights are never stopped. No trainers oppose, no fighters step back, no one from outside can come in between. The only few times it was ever stopped was because cops suddenly popped up.

And he saw the light.

Moving around the crowd, he looked for Peter, until he found him supporting his weight on one of the columns as he saw the ring from afar.

—Hey, Kook —the young boy greeted.

—I need you to do me a favor.

—Sure, what is it?

In a hurry, Jungkook leaned over the boy, able to whisper what he was planning to do in his ear, so nobody around would know.

—Get out of here, and call the police.

—What? Why?

—Just do what I'm telling you —seeing that Peter wasn't moving still, he spoke again—. Now.

Once the young man disappeared among the crowd, Jungkook turned his back to the ring again, hoping his idea would work out.

At the sound of the bells, Y/n could only feel her stomach sinking deeper and her legs feeling as weak as jelly, before she started running around the ring to escape her opponent. She wasn't fast herself, and right in that moment she was regretting not being in shape, just like one of her coworkers had recommended her.

—Why don't we pretend you hit me? It's the same result —Y/n tried to convince her.

But another punch flew her way, quickly making her run back to get as far as possible from the tall woman.

—I'll give you fifty bucks —she begged—. Sixty? I can go up to seventy, but that's my limit.

Her negotiation stopped when the first punch laid on her face, making her lose balance and fall to her knees. She thought that the smartest would be not to get up, and stay there until the time passed and the fight was lost on her side, but she received another hit that made her fall to her side.

She forgot where she actually was when she thought that, being on the floor, would stop the other from touching her.

Jungkook saw everything from the crowd, wishing for Peter to have understood his order and done them properly - even feeling tempted to send him a message to confirm he actually did what he was asked.

Until he heard those familiar alarms and all those loud shouts that tried to keep everyone in their places.

It was his sign to run to the ring and run to Y/n.

—Please, tell me I'm dead —she begged when Jungkook made her roll on her body.

Jungkook knew that in her state she wouldn't be able to move properly, and they probably would get caught. Either by the people behind those fights, or by the cops that were running after them. He opted for lifting her body, carrying her up his shoulder to run away from there.

Y/n felt dizzy, finally waking up from her momentary commotion when the chill breeze hitted her exposed arms. She lifted her head from his back, seeing two men running after them, suddenly making her enter a new panic that had her hitting Jungkook's lower back as if she were hitting the loin of a horse.

—Fast, they're catching us —she panicked—. The car isn't that far.

—Why the fuck did you park your car so far? —he complained.

—Exactly because of this —she replied back, trying to lift her body to see him—. Go faster.

After a few seconds that were eternal for the two of them, she finally cheered when she managed to see Allan's car not that far from them. To earn time, he left her on the ground and looked for the bag she had hidden in the bushes to be able to open the car. Jungkook almost threw her on the backseat to not waste time surrounding the car when he heard a thick male voice calling them out, and got on the driver's seat.

The rest of the way back home was in silence, only filled with the roaring of the engine and their shaky breaths as they tried to understand everything that had happened.

—Well, my plan worked out —he sighed, finally able to calm down.

—Your plan? I was the one who gave you the idea.

—You? When? Do you seriously have to take my merit away? —Jungkook complained, taking a quick look at her through the rear view.

—I was the one who gave you the idea. Dick, slang for cops? Just let what happened the last time happen again?

—Who the fuck would've ever thought you were referring to that?

—You, clearly! —Y/n answered back.

—So you think you saved your own ass?

—No, of course not —Jungkook almost smiled when he heard her saying that—. It was teamwork.

—I did all the work —he turned to her—. I thought about it all, I carried you to the car...

—It was sixty, forty.

—You did nothing.

—Alright... Seventy five, twenty five, then.

Jungkook simply sighed at how stubborn she was, deciding not to speak up again until they reached their building. He had been carrying her bag all the way to their places, hanging it up on her neck and making her think they'd separate their ways after the elevator reached their floor.

But his hand on her wrist again stopped her from doing so, guiding her to his apartment.

—I can clean it up —she assured him—. I've actually dealt with this more times than you think.

—Have you seen your face? Just let me do it.

He helped her take the boxing gloves off, throwing them over his couch so she'd have the mobility of her fingers back. While he left, Y/n just shyly moved around the coffee table to take a seat in his leather couch, looking around as if she hadn't been there before.

When Jungkook turned, he sat at the edge of the coffee table, in front of her. Her throat completely shut in surprise when his fingers hooked around the back of her knees, separating her legs and dragging her body to the edge of the couch to pull her closer to him.

She was used to having him so close unprompted. It had been like that since they saw each other for the first time, and that only got worse after the first time they slept together. But, somehow, that night something felt different.

—Thank you for tonight... shhh —she tried to hold back her whine by clenching her teeth together, as he cleaned up the wound on her lower lip.

—I guess this makes up for the spice incident —he sighed.

—How did you know I was there?

—I have ears and eyes everywhere —Jungkook tried to play mysterious, giving a vague answer—. One of the guys I train was there to get familiar with all of that —he finally answered—. But the real question is: what were you doing there?

—I needed to come up with another way to write the article —she justified herself.

—Sure, because letting someone break your face would work so well for it.

—The editor said I needed to make it more personal, and what's more personal than that?

—Are you seriously going to justify it? —Jungkook shook his head in disbelief— Is this only for that article?

Y/n squinted her eyes at that question, trying to understand where he was trying to get with it. Was he actually wondering if she had any other reason to go through all of that?

—Yeah, what else would I be doing all of this for? —she nodded, coming up with the fastest excuse— With this, I was able to see how they choose the fighters, how they get the locations, and how it works —she shrugged—. If you had helped me, I wouldn't have had to do this.

—There you go again blaming me —his eyes rolled while his head was thrown back.

—I'm not blaming you, I'm saying that talking with you was the easy way.

—I was serious, Y/n. Drop it. You don't want to deal with those people —he tried to warn her.

—I know exactly what those people are capable of, I know what I'm getting myself into, and it's exactly why I think I need to go on with the article. Ah! —she complained when he pressed his fingers harder on her wound, moving the cotton coated in alcohol— You're so gentle —she ironically said.

—Oh, sorry. I thought that since you were so tough and brave, you'd be able to handle it.

Her tongue clicked in discomfort, looking him up as he sighed, leaving all the things he had used back on his left.

—I can handle that, but it hurts —she whined, touching the corner of her mouth carefully.

She quickly moved back as she saw him leaning over her way too close, having her looking back confused.

—Didn't you say it hurt? Stay still.

She couldn't explain the way her whole body reacted when the cold air coming out of his mouth in a blow reached her lips. It was as if she was waking up, she could even hear her own hormones boiling by having him so close to her. Jungkook was aware of her gaze, looking at him with such intensity that it was making him nervous.

He was aware of the way she was slowly approaching him, cutting the distance between their lips. And he just let her act. He didn't move back, he didn't move with her, he just waited for her to come his way.

—Shouldn't I be the one rejecting you now? —he whispered, stopping her advance.

—Why do you always have to open your big mouth? —she huffed.

His comment almost made her move back and make her way out of the trap his body and the couch formed, but his hand moved faster, hooking her chin with two of his fingers to cut the small distance that there was left between them.

That first kiss led to another one, that had her wrapping her fingers around his neck and moving closer to him, hanging completely at the edge of the couch. Jungkook groaned when he tasted the metallic taste of her blood mixed with the bitter savor of the alcohol she had used to cure her.

As the tip of her tongue sneakily moved in between his lips, Jungkook supported the weight on his body on each side of her, sinking his knees on the edge of the couch to completely cover his body with his.

He could only hope that wasn't one of his daydream fantasies that had him in more than just one trouble.

A pop sound echoed the four walls of his living room when he broke the kiss to move down her neck, hearing how she took a deep breath when he sucked on that spot between her jaw and throat as he slowly laid her body down against the backrest. His fingers moved the elastic of her black top up, exposing her perking breasts and moving his mouth down as soon as he got the first sight of them.

Y/n wasn't thinking, she slowly allowed him to intoxicate her system so she could allow herself to lose herself to him at least for once. Her back arched when his warm mouth wrapped around one of her nipples, feeling the other tightening painfully as it begged for the same attention from him every time his tongue swirled around the button.

—Have I ever told you how much I love your tits? —his husky voice praised her, sucking on the swollen button one last time before he started moving lower in her torso.

Once his lips reached the elastic of her shorts, she realized the situation she was in, and the little problem she had down there.

—Stop.

Jungkook looked at her confused, making one last move to be sitting on his knees in front of her.

She had been so busy with the article, so focused on anything else but herself, that she didn't worry to keep herself trimmed down there. With any other hook up, she probably would've tried to come up with an excuse or a valid reason to stop it all and try to keep some of the information to herself, but it wasn't like she cared about her image with Jungkook. That rivalry situation they had going on allowed her to not to care about what he could think of her.

—I didn't shave —she stuttered.

Jungkook simply scoffed, feeling even more relaxed after hearing that. If that was the only problem that night, then so be it.

—And do you think I care?

There was no way he'd give up on that chance for something so vain as hair.

His fingers hooked on the elastic of her shorts and her panties, pulling them down her legs and throwing them next to the boxing gloves on the couch. As he kissed her belly, he could smell how aroused she was, sending a message straight to his shaft. He moved his digits through the wet curls, opening her slit with two of his fingers. His cock tightened against his pants at the vision of her leaking pussy, giving it no second thoughts as his tongue moved from her entrance to her clit to get a first taste of her.

A gasp escaped her mouth like she had been holding it for a lifetime, being the first time she opened her mouth, not knowing she wouldn't be able to close it for the rest of the night.

The tip of his tongue traced eight-shaped lines on her clit, getting the first reaction from her. Her fingers sank in his scalp before he changed those movements into small circles and kitten licks that had her hips grinding against his mouth for more.

He was teasing her, testing the waters with her, examining each one of her reactions to know what she liked and what she loved.

—Suck it —she demanded with a heavy voice, turning into a short moan when his mouth captured her swollen button.

Trying to get rid of anything that could limit her movements, Y/n took off the top, sinking deeper on the couch to spread her legs a bit more and focus all of her attention on how his head moved with soft bops in the middle of her thighs.

One of his fingers slid into her, stretching her out for the second finger that would come right after, pounding in and out of her with a lower intensity, decreasing the way he pulled from her clit for a moment before it went back to the way he was doing it. Y/n quickly turned into that moaning mess that made him regret ever wearing those tight black jeans for his night out.

—You look so good keeping your tongue busy —her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, when his teeth softly trapped her clit.

—And you look so hot when you just moan.

He moved his flat tongue against her bundle of nerves before trapping it again, sucking it in between his lips to flick his tongue from side to side while his fingers kept working inside of her, curling them up to rub against a spot that had her pulling his hair so tight that he was sure he'd rip some locks apart.

Y/n was needy, but not the type to beg. She encouraged him to go on when she was close. He knew it by the way her pussy clenched around his fingers, but he loved the way she slowly lost herself to the pleasure he was giving her. It was like being rewarded with a power she always denied him.

He moved his face away when she cummed for the first time, admiring how perfect her neck looked completely stretched out as her head fell back. But his fingers kept moving, stroking her through her high and demanding another one from her.

His hand was supporting his weight on the backrest, next to her head, where she found another support as her fingers digged on his tattoos. With her digits still hooked on his wrist, his hand to her jaw, forcing her to look at him as her second orgasm approached her.

He never thought seeing that woman so close to the edge would be so satisfying, but she for sure topped his expectations with that naughty look he was giving him back instead of looking away.

She was lost in him, but she still was completely conscious of what was happening and who she was with. As much as she loved what he was doing to her, she loved even more letting him know she was in command just as much as he was. Until her high hit her again fast, enabling all of her senses the few seconds it lasted.

Even if she hadn't recovered yet, and with her legs still trembling, she managed to sit on the couch, reaching for his belt to undo it and just have him the same way he had her just a moment ago.

But Jungkook stopped.

—If you suck me off right now, I'll cum in your mouth and I won't even get to fuck you first —he justified himself.

As he bent over, her hand pulled him closer by his nape, linking their lips together before she started taking that black shirt off.

—Who did you dress so well for? —she teased him, raising her eyebrow when she broke the kiss.

—It's what I wear on Saturday afternoons at home.

Jungkook picked her up easily, as if she weighed nothing, locking his hips with her legs before he kissed her again. His room was the main objective, but he ended up pinning her up against the wall roughly, making her gasp against his lips.

—I need you so bad, 3A —he heavily whispered.

—Then take me to that damned room and fuck me.

Despite cumming two times already, she sounded just as desperate for it to happen as he was, and that was driving him insane.

The mattress squeaked under her when he threw her body onto it, almost ripping his clothes off to get rid of anything that kept him from feeling her directly against his skin. And Y/n did the same, taking off the boxing boots and the socks to drag her body in the middle of those black sheets.

Jungkook's growl filled the room when he finally pounded into her after putting the condom on, feeling how perfectly she wrapped around him, taking him in like he was never meant to spend so much time without filling her.

His movements started slow, trying to get her to get used to him and his size, holding onto her thighs to rub his thumbs on her sensitive skin, before she spoke.

—Go faster —she asked, lifting her hips for him.

He went in faster, and deeper, hitting her hips faster with each thrust, just like she asked him to. That was exactly how she wanted to see her the other night. Her hair spread all over his pillow, her face breaking all of the emotions he was making her feel, her breasts bouncing in sync with the rhythm his hips marked and his cock disappearing in her pussy and coming out completely coated in her juices. His thumb moved further, reaching her clit to rub it in circles and give her the last push she needed to start moaning out loud.

—Fuck, you're so tight, baby —he groaned, just when her walls gulped him in tight.

Jungkook was so annoying, but at the same time was so addictive, that Y/n was sure she'd be thinking about that night for weeks. He moved so deliciously well that it seemed like he wasn't even trying.

—You feel so good —she moaned, feeling her eyebrows sinking on the bridge of her nose.

And when he changed the speed and the angle of his thrusts it was game over for her. Having his tip hitting and stroking that spot made her pull the sheets in her fists, while her eyes went blank. He went in as deeper as their hips allowed him to, slowly pulling out before he moved back in again.

—Do you know you sound better live than when you're just touching yourself? —before she had time to ask him what he was talking about, he pointed with his eyes to the small hole she made on his first weeks there— And every fucking time I have to end up stroking my cock because of you. Aren't you tired of being like this?

She smirked, lifting her body up a little, supporting her weight on her elbows to be closer to his face.

—Maybe that was why I was doing it?

The frustration of not even wanting to find someone outside always left her alone with the thoughts of her neighbor doing the nastiest things to her. And it always ended up with a better orgasm she would have if she had gone out to meet somebody.

Was she too loud to tease him? Most definitely, yes. Just the idea of Jungkook hearing her moans was another push to her orgasm.

—Hmm? Let me show you how you can sound even better, then.

His movements were animalistic, out of control, he was hard and fast, barely allowing her to process anything that wasn't pleasure.

—Touch yourself while I fuck you, honey. Let me see how you do it.

Her fingers rubbed her clit with the same energy his hips collided against her -and that made her think they'd leave a mark the next day. She could feel her juices leaking out with each thrust, only driving her closer to that heavenly place she misses, after being there not even that long ago.

—Jungkook —she moaned his name for the first time.

—Say that again.

—Jungkook —the desperation in her voice made her crack in the middle of his name.

How needy she sounded and looked while his name left her lips gave him that one last push he needed to feel like he was floating. His thrusts started getting sloppier and arrhythmic, but he still pounded into her, twirling his fingers with hers to rub on her swollen clit.

Until she stopped hearing, and sight went blurry, feeling all of the hairs in her body raise as she lost control of herself.

Jungkook fell next to her, trying to gain his calm nature back as he controlled his shaky breathing and his fast heart beating, which only went faster when he looked at the woman next to her. Y/n had her eyes closed, moving her locks away from her face, before she finally opened them.

—Are you going to stay the night?

Y/n frowned, quickly turning to him to confirm whether he was kidding her or not, surprised when he looked completely serious.

—You want me to spend the night here?

He just nodded, looking at her with big brown puppy eyes.

—Did they hit you instead of me? —she looked at him surprised, lifting her upper body to look at him properly.

—Last time you made a scene because I left.

—So it's not because you want me to stay here, but because I called you out the last time? —she squinted her eyes, seeing him nodding again— Do you even know why I got mad?

—Because you look tough, but you're a romantic either way —he smiled—. You need a bit of love. It's alright, I'll give it to you.

Why did he always have to speak?

—It's... Are you serious? —she sat up on the bed.

—You don't need to hide it. You grew a crush on me, which it's totally normal —Y/n could only scoff at what she was hearing—. You were right: I need to be a bit more sympathetic with those who like me.

—Those who like you? Are you going to act like you aren't literally begging for this to happen every two business days?

—You don't need to hide it —he sighed, getting up from the bed.

—I'm not hiding anything! —she raised her voice out of exasperation— Is there a camera filming me? Because I really can't believe you're real.

—Oh, a camera... Next time we should try it —Jungkook winked at her.

—There would be no next time, Jungkook. This is the biggest mistake I could've ever made —she whined.

—Sure, sure. Last time you said the same thing, and see where you ended —he chuckled, acting like she was pretending not to like him—. I'll get cleaned up, you can go later.

When the door clicked with him inside, Y/n huffed, dragging her body out of the bed to pick up all of her clothes and her bag to get out of there. She complained when her feet hit something hard on his pants, feeling tempted to pick them up and throw them against his bathroom door, until he touched it and felt a familiar shape.

She only chuckled when she was able to unlock the phone by just sliding her finger through the screen. Not only did she get three orgasms, and a good night -despite Jungkook's big mouth-, she was also going to get rid of the only thing that kept him from helping her.

Jungkook smiled victoriously when he looked through the peephole to find Y/n completely dressed, wearing a simple t-shirt and tight jeans, while she waited for him to open his door. Her face looked a bit swollen, and there were a few bruises on her cheeks, and the wound on her lip took a darker red color, but she still looked as good as always.

He knew it was a matter of time before she came back.

He understood why she escaped to her place and decided to sleep on her own. He didn't mind seeing his room in silence after he took a quick shower -although it made him feel a bit uncomfortable with himself when he found himself a bit disappointed over not being able to spend the night with her.

—What brings my favorite neighbor here? Do you need a bit of sugar?

—No —she pushed him away, stepping inside his house without asking for permission.

—Come in. Make yourself at home...

—I came to talk about what happened yesterday, but not about what you think.

—So you aren't here to talk about sex? —he guessed, seeing her shake her head— Then what is it about?

—The article —she answered before continuing—. I don't care about that video you have. Post it online, do whatever you want. I need your insight on those fights. You have more to lose than I do if you don't help me...

—I'll do it.

—I knew you'd say that. Check your phone and change your mind... What? —Y/n looked at him confused at that sudden change of mind.

—I said I'd do it.

Seeing the lengths she was going to write that article, Jungkook couldn't just let her deal with it by herself. He knew that the previous night's fight was only a start, and she'd only get deeper in all that world she had no business in.

He had nothing to lose, it didn't cost him anything, and no one would know it was him. He didn't know why that article was that important, or if there was something deeper in all that issue that had her digging for it, but it was something she wouldn't be able to do by herself.

—When you abandoned me yesterday —he accused her, making her roll her eyes—, I had a lot of time to think.

—In the ten minutes it took you to fall asleep?

—How do you know?

—You snort like a bulldog. And that hole not only lets you hear my moans, but also your snoring —she pointed out.

—Anyway —he continued—, I'll be the better person and help you. It'd be a waste not to do it. By the way —he stopped—, why should I check my phone?

—Last night I deleted my video while you were in the shower.

Unbelieving of what she said, Jungkook took his phone out to check by himself that the video was indeed gone from his gallery, making him feel so dumb for not making a copy of it.

—Well, thank you for that —she sighed—. I'll tell you how we'll work on it tomorrow —she smiled widely.

—Wait, are you going? We aren't celebrating? Yesterday we left it at...

—Nowhere. We left it nowhere —she interrupted him.

As she closed the door, Jungkook smiled. She tried to hide it, but he was able to tell how much it excited her to have him agree on something she had insisted on so much. He quickly grimaced at himself, shaking his head and taking himself out of that web of thoughts.

He was doing her a favor to be the bigger person in the future, not because of her.

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arthurthethird · 1 year

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Could I request something with Charles? Perhaps male reader is too shy cause why would big handsome Charles ever want with them? Or something like that? Feeling extra insecure today myself lol

Again, I'm really sorry it took so long. I got problems with notifications, but here is something I came up with! I hope you'll like it

★★★★★

Charles x m!reader

It was pathetic. You were pathetic and you knew it.

You were sitting by the campfire, staring at it blankly. Most people already went off to sleep, leaving you alone with his thoughts and a drink in his hand. Sad, sure, but what else can you do when you got a hopeless crush on someone out of your league? Not only that, but on someone who's the same gender?

Now, you see, most people in the camp didn't have a problem with someone being queer. Hell, with Bill Williamson being one there was no chance for any mean comments (Micah being an exception, but I don't think we're surprised).

But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the crush was Charles Smith himself. And as sweet and nice as he was, you couldn't risk possibly hinting at it and getting shot down. Mostly because he was too dear for you to see the awkwardness or disgust on his face. Or maybe it was the fact you were afraid he'd laugh at your face, or worse, get mad.

In the corner of your eye, you saw someone sitting down next to you. You turn your head there, noticing Bill, having his own drink. He took a swig, then looked at you.

"Tough night?"

"Tough few months..." You sigh. The man was looking at you quietly, then chuckled.

"You're sweet on someone"

"Excuse me?" You turn to him, surprised. He wasn't good at reading people, you know that. So the thought your crush was so visible sent you into slight panic.

"You're sweet on someone. I'm not surprised, many folks are fond of the ladies" He shrugged. You were staring at him quietly, then turned back to the fire as he started guessing who might it be.

"Is is Karen? She's attractive, even I know this. Tilly maybe? Or Sadie? Sadie is a hard fork partner, you'll wantnto be careful with-"

"It's a man" you muttered under your breath. You thought it was barely above a whisper, but the way he went awfully quiet made your head turned away. He likes men, you knew this, but it still felt like something to be ashamed of.

"... A man?" He repeated. You just shook your head.

"No, you overhead"

"I'm dumb L/N, but I'm not deaf" he rolled his eyes. You turn to him quietly. The shame must've been visible in your eyes, because his looks immediately softened when he looked at you. Or maybe it was pity?

"Forget it. Please"

"Y/N" he sighed. "You can trust me. Look, I might not be the best listener, but this is one topic I know how to help with"

You just look down in to your hands. The thought of letting it out, talking it through with someone seemed nice. But scary as well.

"Who is it?"

You held your breath. There it was, the question that could set you free or bring all hell upon you. You tried to come up with something, an excuse, anything. But then came a moment of braveness. So...

"It's Charles"

"Charles?!" Bill spat his drink out, coughing surprised. You shushed him quickly, not wanting anyone else to hear.

"Shut up!!"

"Sorry, sorry-" he cleared his throat, calming down. "It's just... I already expected Arthur-"

"Arthur's nice, but he's more of a brother to me" you sigh. He nodded slowly.

"... Do you want to tell him?"

"God no-" you shook your head. "he'll just reject me"

"Why do you think so?"

"Why do you not?? He obviously likes women!"

"Oh please! If anything, he loves animals over life" he muttered, waiving his hand and turned to you. "Give it a go, trust me. I... Spoke with him"

You went quiet.

You had to know everything.

"You spoke?? When?? Why?? What about?? Anything about me?? Did he-"

"Jesus, hold your horses partner!" Bill raised his hands. "Yesterday. He had to get something of his chest. He might... Like you too"

All the world started spinning around you. Charles Smith himself might like you. That's all you ever dreamed of. Bil chuckled "So I'd say, go an tell him! You might be surprised"

"...and what if he doesn't like me?"

"Doesn't like you? Oh, well then screw him! There are other guys and gals better than him!" But there wasn't. He was the best one. Yet you still smiled at Bill's attempts to make you feel better.

"Thank you" you nodded. "You really helped"

"Yea, well... When you live being sweet on someone, you learn such things towards others"

You blinked surprised, opening your mouth, ready to ask about it, he already got up, walking off.

"Goodnight Y/N"

"... Goodnight Bill"

★★★★★

You woke up early, ready to make it happen. You'll ask Charles out. Were you terrified? Absolutely. But you were also confident. After last night talk with Bill, you got tot thinking. And you figured, if he does reject you, you'll just make it look like you got shot accidentally on the next mission. No embarrassment if you don't see him again, right?

Either way, either social death or literal death. Both felt almost the same.

You walk out of your tent, going to the campfire to grab some food. You're soar and tired, but it'll go away. You stop when Charles called your name. You turn to him, the familiar nervousness, rush of heart and cold sweat appearing. You smile at him. "Yes?"

"We need to talk" he said, face serious, eyes cold.

And just like that all the confidence, all the energy boost, all the braveness went to hell. Your plan didn't exist anymore. You simply panicked.

Why does he want to talk to you? Did you do something? Your mind quickly rushed through all the possibilities. No, you don't think so... Maybe Bill talked with him, and how he doesn't want to do anything with you? That's high possibility.

Or what if Micah overheard you? Oh, then you'd be dead in everyone's eyes.

Your breathing quickened, chest squeezed, vision becoming blurry. Every bad scenario that could possibly happen was playing through your head.

But then you took a deep breath. Grounding yourself, remembering that nothing happened yet. He just needed to talk. You don't know about what. It might be both good and bad. You just had to stay calm.

Yet you were fucking scared.

★★†★★

You were waiting at the spot you were supposed to meet with Charles. It was further away from the camp, which again striked up the nervousness in you. But maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it's just something he's shy about and only trusts you to tell you about it? So you waited.

You waited a long time. What if it was just to humiliate you? In a second Sean and Javier will jump out from behind the trees, laughing at you. Yet nothing happened. So you waited.

Then came a spark of hope. Maybe he was nervous too? Maybe he did like you and decided to ask you out? He was naturally a shy man, yet you knew he could have a... Wild side. But it made you excited. Brought back the confidence in you. So you waited.

Soon enough, you heard footsteps. You turned there, noticing Charles coming.

"I'm sorry it took so long, Reverend didn't want me to get past without listening to his ballad about whiskey" he sighed as you chuckled.

"Not a problem. You wanted to talk?"

"Talk? Ah, yes..." He nodded. He seems nervous. Score.

"I... Actually wanted to talk about us"

That was enough. Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his collar, pulling down and just kissed him.

His lips were soft, surprisingly well taken care of. They were warm and you could still taste Pearson's stew on them and some morning coffee. But non of those bothered you, not even a bit.

Charles tensed up, surprised, yet raised his hands, placing them on your cheeks. And when you thought he'd kiss back, he softly pushed you away.

And there it is again, that horrible feeling like you'd be about to faint. You looked at him, panicking. Vision blurry again. But then he said something that surprised you.

"I wanted to do it first" he muttered, chuckling awkwardly. You blinked, calming down, then smiling softly. As sweet as always. "But I wanted to tell you about it first"

"Oh- I'm sorry!" You chuckled, embarrassed. You went too quick. But he didn't seem mad, at thankfully.

He then took your hands in his, walking closer to you, looking into your eyes.

"Y/N... You're an amazing man with a sweet soul and a great heart. I've liked you for as long as I remember, and I wanted to thank you for being with me this whole time. But I don't think friends are something I can stand any longer. I want to be something better. Someone more important"

Now, as much as it was sweet, it was greatly surprising. Charles rarely talked about his feelings, let alone people he's sweet on. So... You felt honoured. And touched.

No wonder it took for him so long to come. He was stressed. Maybe even as much as you. Or more.

No, he'd be dead if it was more.

He then pulled you into a warm hug. Holding you close, nuzzling to you.

"Will you go out with me?"

You honestly felt like you could fly. Years of dreaming and begging faith for one chance... And you got it. Now you'll be damned if you screw this up. The plan with "accidentally getting shot" wouldn't sound so bad then.

But you smiled as you looked up to him.

"Gladly"

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #red dead redemption #rdr2 x reader #reddeadredemption2 #charles smith #charles smith x reader #rdr2 x male reader #rdr2 x m reader

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Okay so. I've said a lot of this already in one place or another, but making a dedicated post about the slippery slope of drinking demon blood for referencing.

Sam tells himself in early season 4 that drinking demon blood is good because by using his powers, he can save the victim of possession, whereas Ruby's knife kills them (4.04). He repeats this framing in the beginning of 5.02, saying that he wishes he could still save victims of possession. Wanting to save victims of possession is a very compelling argument in my opinion. The problem is that as the season goes on, we see drinking demon blood has side effects, which eventually consume Sam's good intentions.

First, because drinking demon blood reduces your inhibitions to a point where you eventually don't care about the "good" reasons you were drinking it to begin with anymore. We get the best possible example of this in 4.20, where Sam, going through withdrawal, becomes so desperate for a hit of demon blood that he tackles a demon, cuts her neck open, and drinks her blood while Dean and Cas (who didn't even know Sam was drinking blood) watch. Right after getting his fill, guess what Sam does? Plunge the demon knife into the demon's chest, killing the host, instead of using his powers to expel the demon from her body. We know the demon blood works quickly and that Sam consumed enough to be capable of exorcising, because a few seconds later, he does exorcize the demon from Amelia Novak's body. Watching his face, you can tell at that point that it's about the high of it—the display of power.

As War tells Sam in 5.02:

I can see inside your head. And man, it is one-track city in there. Blood, blood, blood. Lust for power. Same as always. You want to be strong again. But not just strong. Stronger than everybody. Good intentions—quick slide to hell, buddy boy.

As Sam himself says in 5.02:

From the minute I saw that blood, only thought in my head...and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath...I just miss the feeling.

As Pam tells Sam in 4.15:

I can feel what's inside of you. If you think you have good intentions, think again.

As Chuck suggests in 4.18:

I don't know. Maybe the demon blood makes you feel stronger? More in control?

In 4.22, Sam also casts aside those initial good intentions quite overtly, and it makes him question everything because he realizes he's betrayed one of his initial "good" intentions.

RUBY I don't get it. All the demons you cut with the knife -- what do you think happens to the host? How is this any different? SAM Is that supposed to make me feel better? RUBY I know that you're having a tough time here, Sam, but we're in the final lap here. Now is not the time to grow a persqueeter. SAM Would you drop the friggin' attitude? I'm about to bleed and drink an innocent woman. While she watches.

In this post, I also lay out the timeline of Sam's demon blood drinking with the way he talks about Dean's trauma and connect his consumption of demon blood to his lack of sympathy.

Second, drinking demon blood gives you a growing appetite, whether you want it to or not. 4.21:

RUBY Your appetite's gotten much bigger. SAM What's that supposed to mean? RUBY Sam, relax. It's okay. It's good. Just means you're getting stronger, that's all.

You need more and more blood just to maintain. Eventually, more than one person can provide without dying:

RUBY Meantime, if you're gonna be strong enough to kill Lilith, you're gonna need more than I can give you now.

Which translates to 4.22, when Sam is heavily implied to drain a meatsuit of all her blood so he's strong enough to face Lilith. Say that Sam hadn't gotten the "supernatural methadone" treatment in 5.01 when God landed them on the plane. What does his appetite look like after drinking that much blood? How much do you think he'd need just to maintain—just to keep from dying slowly and painfully from withdrawal? The trajectory of that growing appetite means you eventually need so much blood just to feel okay that you have to drink from dozens of demons (who are very likely not going to be consenting demons with ethically sourced meatsuits at that point) to maintain without killing people, and in your desperation, you very likely will kill people, just like Sam kills a demon meatsuit in 4.20 without actually caring about the host anymore.

It isn't that being able to exorcise demons while saving the host isn't a nice perk. It's that demon blood is a highly addictive substance for which you develop a growing appetite with consistent use, and it alters your inhibitions so that whatever your initial intentions may have been, you eventually won't care about them anymore and all that will matter is how the demon blood makes you feel.

#i wanted so badly to believe i could be saved #sams moral compass #season 4 #4.20 #4.21 #4.22 #4.15 #4.18 #5.02 #season 5 #sams motivations

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raulf-o · 10 months

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We're not Ready for Progress

Change is scariest when you are comfortable… And we are way too comfortable.

I do not believe that I have to repeat nor indulge myself in the usual trope of capitalism bad, people comfortable, people lazy, people ungrateful, people ignorant, people bad, people stupid, people uneducated. Yes a lot of those would be true, but most of those are the fault of the system we have in place that instead of helping people be better, get better, help themselves, it keeps them in a spire of misery. Yes, the system is also created by humans, and not an unknown entity with immovable laws. The laws and systems we live under are movable and can change. Yet, this takes a lot of courage. Courage many do not have. And while my brief introduction would lead you to believe that this is due to comfort, that’s not the entire story. That’s just something to draw you into the rest of this ramble. The honest truth is that there’s a large portion of this problem that comes from fear of the unknown. Change, and more precisely systemic change is an unknown. It brings anxieties with it and a lot of unanswered questions. Yes, of course, we have the answer to a lot of things and we can learn a lot, have learned a lot, from what doesn’t work with the current system. But, corruption can always undermine changes. Because it would mean a blind trust that not just a system can change, but that people can also change. Something that is rather tough to sell to anyone. And while anecdotal evidence is out there, if you are to ask most people, they will tell you they do not believe a person can usually change for the better. And so we’ve arrived at the reason for this whole post… We’re NOT Ready for Progress…

Prisons shouldn’t exist. Yes, at all. Prisons do not solve problems. Prisons do not help people be better people. At best, prisons scare people into not wanting to comit other crimes. But most people that go through the prison system, usually, become repeat offenders. Why? Because it doesn’t solve any of the problems to begin with. And what’s worse, in some countries even after they serve their sentence those people get out with fewer rights and with fewer opportunities. Which is why they often become repeat offenders. Instead of rehabilitation, you get persecution once you have finished your sentence. If you are from the US of A, this just might be the case for you. But that isn’t to say that the rest of the world is doing a better job. While the nordic countries are getting as close as possible to what we should be doing, it’s not perfect either. Because either way, we do not fix the systemic issues that bring crime. These things are a innate failure of the system and we should be very unhappy about it. And if your prison system is for profit, you should be livid with rage, especially if the prisoners also work for pennies as slave labor.

Yes, personal responsibility is a thing, but unless you personally choose when and where and to whom you are born. Most of the things in your life are predetermined by the system. Meaning that any person is born to a predetermined set of options in their lifetime, as infinite as that might seem, it is quite restrictive. If you are born in a poor country, if you are born in a poor city, if you are born in a poor neighborhood but in a wealthy city, if you are born in the country side away from possibilities, these things predetermine most of your life. To get out of these situations in the current system necessitate an herculean effort. Whether it’s in terms of money, time spent doing things or just the mental pressure, there’s a lot hinging on you changing your life if you are born to struggle. Considering you can’t just move into a richer town or a richer country easily, and you can’t just meet the right person to give you a hand to help you pull yourself out poverty. Some of these things can be literally impossible. Pair that with poor education, lack of access, racism, xenophobia, abuse, an uncaring system, people’s disposition to not believe in change for good. And you have this whole disaster.

Which is why I believe prisons shouldn’t exist. It’s hypocritical. If we are to believe that most people are kind, caring, loving, compassionate, empathetic and good-willed, then we should believe not in punishment, but in rehabilitation and fixing the problems that cause crime to happen. And it would be great if we were to deal with those in the following order: poverty or badly paying jobs, corruption, lack of opportunity and mobility, lack of public transport, lack of mental health help and basically lack to a good living standard, affordable housing, affordable quality food and quality free time. These are the things we should actually focus on, rather than just punish people and believing in fairy tales that they might suddenly turn their lives around. It isn’t going to happen. Their circumstances didn’t change. The place they live in is the same, no matter how many years they spend behind bars, if you send them back into the same environment, with the same lack of everything, they are going to relapse, because we never really gave them a chance. And this is just one small example of a reflection of ourselves and how we see ourselves. We do not trust in ourselves to be good, decent people. And this shows in how we systematically think about crime in an archaic way. Basically shouting everyone is a criminal, everyone needs to be punished, everyone needs to suffer, and only a chose few deserve better. Which is ridiculous, not because it isn’t true, but because we’re punishing and dooming ourselves to suffer like we’re sado-masochistic freaks. My point is that in order for progress to be made we need to treat ourselves better believe that we deserve better, be better and believe that there’s better out there for us. Only once we do that we might have the courage to change and be the change we want to see in this world.

#Nobody The Blog #short stories

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anshikapandeysblog · 1 year

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Have u ever experienced feeling numb?

Like you don't really have anything going on at the moment but you just feel very lost...like you're in a desert all alone just trying to find your way back and the worst part is you feel like you will never be able to escape.

We people keep convincing ourselves that our problems or whatever we're going through right now is very normal and that you shouldn't feel the way you're feeling.... you start thinking of yourself as someone who's very pathetic and pity.

But you don't see yourself how hard it's actually getting for u ....YOU yourself Gaslight yourself into thinking your problems are very small in COMPARISON to others....

But you know what...I totally understand how it feels like to have a constant war with yourself in head

It just never stops...the repeating voices telling you several hurtful things like.....you don't deserve happiness, this person totally Hates you and probably just being nice to you as a joke....u stop believing people when they compliment you...you start pushing people away thinking you would hurt them but in reality u are just trying to protect yourself.

I've seen many people who tend to hide themselves and create a new personality for every other person they meet, but the truth is that they just don't know themselves

They don't know who they are from the inside

They just wanna fit in....

It can get really tough to JUST be yourself sometimes

I hope everyone who's reading this figures out a way to cope with all their insecurities and overcome em successful soon 🫶

#feelings #writing #literature #long reads #reading

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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Fear - Trailer

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There's a theory if he gets put over there it would light him up and the max would use it to tear him down I'm talking about Tommy f you think it's valid but Tommy F doesn't seem to care and he planned to do this so it's another problem person like Trump and he's fallen before he's done well before he's done Trump actually had something and they're terrible people they're ruined himself we cannot count on them to do it right at all and they're going the wrong way and really there is some commonality no they're just nuts okay they're ruining themselves he said Tommy F you fell you're at Wentworth helping you did a really good job got me through it when you I couldn't get through it it was tough several people fell down Hera had to leave a couple times and it was really harsh and drinking was too much and people are pushed down Brian was pushed down all the way and got through it and did work and you were there and then a series of events happened and falling down became a joy for people and that's what her son says that last part and it is not a joy you're falling down on him we can't afford this hospital s*** it happens Stan was running the bechtle thing and somebody wants him to repeat it and you guys fell down and I'll tell you what there are reasons for it but that if we can't operate with people not in the hospital we're tuned the hospital is not a good place and I'm ready to stop I don't want this hospital stuff ever again I'm running it up now he doesn't want to keep going in there okay it's a prison and I'm writing it up as it what it is and they threaten horrible things

Thor Freya

I got not seen Elizabeth by threatening saying there's a bomb down below and it won't reach up where I am and I came from a Colonel's business and Bob was told on the way out and he said good I said how's it armed it's a long time ago it shakes too much it blows and he said good so we said it too he says and they let him out and that's how he's been getting out and people are saying it too he's forcing his way out and I am an agreeance because that's what I that's what I do I want to stay out of that dumb hospital and get poisoned them for sick still and I want to sue them I want to sue them for real these companies have to go down and they're real big and I can't see them directly

Zues Hera

We're going to bring a lawsuit against them all for real of the hospitals believe it or not it's different people and it's a mixed bag and it's like he says these guys are in and out of there too it's a junkie they're jerks and it's another group that messes with people

Bitol and Goddess Wife

It's actually true but they want him in there to study him and his blood and all sorts of stuff they have no right to and it's competition

Mac Daddy

We have the DNA and stuff and scans and his skeleton is like Dave she's going to be huge we're going to beat the s*** out of these hospital freaks

Ladies

Olympus

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Biden Freaks Out in South Carolina and Starts Screaming About Trump

Freak

Joe Biden went to South Carolina on Saturday to campaign. He barely does any work as it is, spends a lot of his time on vacation, but now during the little time he is actually "working," he's trying to pull himself together to campaign.

It's not working. He can't seem to pull it together anymore. He was always bad but it's even worse now. Now the incoherence is more and more apparent, as is the out-of-control anger and the slurring.

First, he seemed to blank out for a moment, then said, "Folks... [lengthy pause, mumbles] If were smart, I'd say thank you and leave."

Unfortunately, he didn't take his own advice, proving, as he said, that he wasn't smart.

He lost the fight with the teleprompter here, and I'm not sure he had any idea what he was saying.

"Things this countries have been through have been pretty tough," he slurred. Indeed, that's because of him, but he wouldn't acknowledge that.

He claimed that inflation was coming down, then blamed that on corporations being greedy, not on his overspending. He spoke about "Greedflation" and "Shrinkflation," likely trying to deflect from the obvious problem of Bidenflation. He then asked if they'd read the article about the Snickers bars.

"America, we're tired of being played for suckers," he shouted. Um, Joe? Yeah, we are, and this is on you, not whoever you want to blame it on this week.

Then this was just scary too, he was so incoherent here.

That practically screams 25th Amendment. But that wasn't even the worst part.

This part was even worst where he completely lost it while repeating a debunked hoax about what former President Donald Trump supposedly said about a cemetery visit where American soldiers were buried in France.

"Donald Trump, when he was Commander-in-Chief, refused to visit a cemetery, a U.S. cemetery outside of Paris for fallen American soldiers and he referred to those heroes, and I quote as 'suckers and losers.'" Then Biden lost his mind and started screaming, "He actually said that!! He said that! HOW DARE HE say that! How dare he talk about my son and all [unintelligible] like that."

This has been roundly debunked and no, there's no evidence that "he actually said that." Moreover it's just completely untrue that Trump "refused" to go. He wanted to go but they didn't go because of concerns about weather, as emails revealed.

But on top of losing his mind over yet another false story that media and Democrats like to spread about Trump, notice how he includes his son among the fallen World War II soldiers. His son not only wasn't in World War II, but he didn't fall in battle, he died of cancer. How dare he keep spreading this falsehood suggesting his son died in battle. Or is he so far gone he believes this?

Seriously, he is not well and we are in danger with this man occupying the highest office in the land.

Biden the 'Big Guy' Goes Completely Incoherent During Brewery Visit in Wisconsin

John Kelly Resurrects Lie About Donald Trump Calling Veterans 'Suckers' and 'Losers'

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Fluffuary day 8 - napping together

James Vega didn't tire easily.

Like, sure, the missions lately had been tough, but most of the time, James found himself more or less standing on his feet afterwards. Some people weren't as steadfast as him, though. Commander Shepard, for example, had a habit of lying down as soon as an op was over. James wasn't sure if she simply needed more rest than normal people or if she wasn't getting enough on her downtime.

Today though, Shepard managed to outdo even herself, because as soon as the three of them were safely on the shuttle, both she and Garrus slipped into sleep, leaving him to stare at them in shock.

It wasn't the first time those two had fallen asleep on the shuttle ride back from a mission. Honestly, James was kind of impressed. It had to take a special kind of determination to manage to sleep on board a moving shuttle. Both the Commander and Garrus seemed to have that determination in themselves, because they were out within a few minutes.

Garrus unconsciously put his arm around Shepard as he slept and they straight up cuddled, seemingly unaware that they were both wearing heavy tactical armor. James just about gawked at them. Steve just shrugged, saying "they've been squeezing in some sleep like this for weeks".

It didn't look comfortable.

When they docked at the Normandy, he wasn't sure how to deal with those two still fast asleep. Tali peered into the shuttle — he was guessing because she was curious no one had left it yet.

"Again?" was all she said upon seeing the two sleeping in their seats.

James shrugged.

"No, no, leave them." Tali stopped him just as he was about to touch Shepard's arm and wake her up.

"But I—"

"Leave them," she repeated, still not raising her voice above a whisper. "Let them rest."

"The commander is severely exhausted," EDI noticed. "Perhaps letting her sleep will be the best course of action."

"I mean... Okay. If that's what you think is the best decision." He nodded. "But for the record, I think the shuttle isn't the best place for this kind of thing."

༺--------༻

"Garrus."

"You, uh, wanted to see me?" Garrus nervously stepped around. He didn't know what reason the doctor might have had to call him in to the medbay. He hadn't sustained any major injuries lately, and it wasn't time for his checkup yet.

"Yes." Doctor Chakwas offered him an encouraging smile. "Come in. It's okay."

Garrus nervously stepped into the medbay. The automatic door closed behind him with a hiss and even though he knew it would just as easily open if he approached it, he felt trapped somehow. He swallowed.

"Is... something wrong?" He clenched his mandibles, feeling strangely tense.

"It's about the Commander. More particularly, your current relationship with her."

Garrus decided that his fear was completely justified. Getting the sex talk from Mordin had been traumatizing enough; he didn't want to imagine what a human would have to say on that subject.

"Do you mean... anything in particular about our relationship?" Garrus all but shut his eyes. Please don't be about sex, please don't be about sex.

"It's about you two sleeping together."

Crap.

"We're... fine," he said weakly. He didn't want to go through that again. He didn't like the idea of discussing these things with Shepard, much less with someone outside of their relationship. "We, ah, don't... We're fine."

"Oh. Oh, no." The doctor laughed. Garrus just about gaped at her. "No. Oh, no. It's not... It's not like that. I meant you two taking those naps on the shuttle all the time."

"It's about that?" Thank the spirits. Garrus let out a relieved subvocal trill. "Is there something wrong? Are we not allowed to do that?"

"No, that's not at all the problem. There is no problem. In fact, I actually wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?" Garrus repeated, his mandibles flared out into an expression of utter confusion.

"Yes. Commander Shepard's not been sleeping well... I'm sure you've noticed." She raised an eyebrow and Garrus quickly nodded. "She's come to me with this problem a few times already, as a matter of fact. None of the solutions have worked... Until you started taking your little catnaps after missions, that is. So I really think that a thank-you is on order. Because apparently, you're the only thing that helps her fall asleep."

"Oh." Garrus clicked his mandibles. "That's... I'm, ah, honoured and all, but I don't see how that's relevant."

"You're struggling with insomnia too, aren't you?" Doctor Chakwas leaned back and laughed at his surprised expression. "Please. I've been treating you for years, Garrus. I can notice. Besides..." Her eyes darkened significantly. "You're not the only one here with this problem."

"I..." He clenched his mandibles. At this point there existed neither a way to preserve his dignity nor a reason to lie. "Yes."

"Look, I'm not going to tell you what you should do in your own relationship. I'm not going to interfere in that, it's none of my business. And I'm happy you're finally getting some sleep. But please... Maybe move the naps from the shuttle to the bedroom? It will be safer for everyone."

Garrus smiled.

"Yes, ma'am."

#mass effect #fanfic #shakarian #fluffuary 2022 #wild spams with their fanfics again

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terrainofheartfelt · 3 years

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"It's been more like a 'Choose Your Own Adventure'!" A Rufly Playlist

Finally, a use for my Dad(™) music taste! I threw in a few live recordings/rough sessions because that’s rock and roll, babey. YouTube link here

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American Girl - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

If you think this isn’t a rufly song, then idk what to tell you.

And for one desperate moment there / He crept back in her memory / God, it's so painful when something that is so close / Is still so far out of reach

Light My Fire - The Doors

Making this playlist was fun because I got to imagine a lot of precanon Rufus/Lily, and how they came to be. And like, I can see Rufus covering a LOT of these, yk?

The time to hesitate is through / No time to wallow in the mire

Funny Feelin’ - Langhorne Slim

I can also see Rufus actually writing some of these. Like this one!

Well, I got my eye on you, baby / And I know I ain't the only one / But if you just say maybe / My lonely days would be done

Superstar - tswift

If you don’t project onto at least one tswift song can you even call it a ship playlist?

And I knew from the first note played / I'd be breaking all my rules to see you / You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row / Scream your name

Lay, Lady, Lay - Bob Dylan

Tour life vibes

His clothes are dirty but his, his hands are clean / And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen

Fire - Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

Your kisses they burn / But your heart stays cool

Fooled Around and Fell in Love - as performed by Morgan James

Because Lily Rhodes really did fuck around and find out.

Free, on my own is the way I used to be / Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me

Don’t Let Me Down - The Beatles

Nothing says Lily & Rufus like a Beatles deep cut.

I'm in love for the first time / Don't you know it's gonna last

Shadows of the Night - Pat Benatar

80s rock vibes, babe!

You can cry tough baby, it's all right / You can let me down easy, but not tonight

She - as performed by She & Him

She may be the love that cannot hope to last / May come to me from shadows of the past

Can’t Buy Me Love - The Beatles

Tell me that you want the kind of things / That money just can't buy / I don't care too much for money / Money can't buy me love

Second Hand News - Fleetwood Mac

It’s breakup chapter time, y’all

I know there's nothing to say / Someone has taken my place

Hungry Heart - Bruce Springsteen

I met her in a Kingstown bar / We fell in love I knew it had to end / We took what we had and we ripped it apart / Now here I am down in Kingstown again

Piece of My Heart - as performed by Big Brother and the Holding Company

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby / Well, you know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good

Love Really Hurts Without You - Billy Ocean

In my head, this is the “Lily and her cavalcade of failed relationships post-Rufus” montage song

You walk like a dream and you make like you're queen of the action

Halls - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

This is the “Rufus touring post-Lily” montage song

Thought a broken heart could write a perfect song / And it did and I was right so now you're gone

Mulholland Drive - The Gaslight Anthem

Okay so we all know about the Dair & Rufly parallels, and this song nearly ended up on that playlist, but the vibe didn’t quite fit. And I think, in my heart of hearts, that this song (though probs more punk than Lincoln Hawk sounds) reads like Rufus could have written it. And there are lines that are so evocative of both Dair & Rufly like I still remember holding you, just out of sight of her - like! That’s Valentine’s day 2012 amirite??? And: But it scared you, love, to need someone, so you killed it all instead. And the imagery of Mulholland Drive with Lily being from LA...Anyways this song is one of my all time favorites.

Would you miss me if I was gone and all the simple things were lost? / Would you ever wait on me to say / Oh that I’d just die if you ever took your love away

Malibu 1922 - COIN

You're some old man's new trophy / Locked up in some house in New Jersey / Now money's not a problem / But 20 years it seems you've forgotten

How’s the World Treating You - Elvis Presley

Pilot Rufly vibes, but sad!

Every sweet thing that mattered / Has been broken in two / And I'm asking you, darling / How's the world treating you?

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues - The Gaslight Anthem

Pilot Rufly vibes, but sexy!

Can I get a witness, pretty baby? / I still love Tom Petty songs and drivin' old men crazy

It Ain’t Me Babe - Bob Dylan

“You made a choice to be Lily Bass, and we both need you to go do that.”

Go lightly from the ledge, babe / Go lightly on the ground / I’m not the one you want, babe / I will only let you down

Harvest Moon - Neil Young

It’s about the lovers to strangers to hostile acquaintances to friends to lovers again.

When we were strangers / I watched you from afar / When we were lovers / I loved you with all my heart

Home From Home - Roo Panes

“Well, it’s Thanksgiving, and I couldn’t think of another place that felt more like home.”

Because I'm starting to realise the question worth asking is, who? / I'm starting to realize the question worth answering is you

You Got Lucky - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

I mean. I mean they do fight a lot.

If you don't feel complete / If I don't take you all the way / Then go

Are We Free? - Mick Flannery and Susan O’Neill

I like how this whole song is a dialogue, but always comes together at the chorus

Are we free to understand / or bound to repeat again / all the wars of before?

The Bones feat. Hozier - Maren Morris

“The king and queen of reconciliation” - Dan Humphrey

No, it won't always go the way we planned it / But the wolves came and went and we're still standing

Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

They didn’t break up, what are you talking about?

And I love you, I love you, I love you / Like never before

Beginning to Feel the Years - Brandi Carlile

And I'm beginning to feel the years / But I'm going to be okay / As long as you're beside me--along the way

Call on Me - Big Brother and the Holding Company

Baby, when you're down and feel so blue / Well, no, you won't drown, honey, I'll be there too

Lily - Benjamin Gibbard

It was too perfect. I had no choice.

Lily is a big brass band who fills the air with song / Lily is a destination and she's where my arms belong

Hard Feelings - Brian Fallon

And the time used to stop in her hands / I could feel it go hesitant / When it rained in Manhattan / We took shelter in the spare room at the Grand

#rufus x lily #lily x rufus #rufly #gossip girl #playlist #source: ggcaps #i swear I've been meaning to post this before the asks I just got today

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cosmic-lavender · 3 years

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Stability Chapter 7

Otis Driftwood x Reader

( I don't own these gifs)

"I'll never be your beast of burden

My back is broad but it's a-hurting

All I want for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting

All I want for you to make love to me"

Otis heard you before he saw you, dancing and singing in your cut off shorts and tired shirt. Your walkman swung dangerously back and forth on your hips as you sang to the rolling stones song while you washed your car. It was a super hot summer day in the unforgiving heart of texas. The car was your baby. It was a gift from Otis for your birthday, you had fallen in love with it when they towed it to the house after the last group of victims was captured. You told him you always wanted one of these so he and Rufus secretly fixed it up for you. He still insisted you go everywhere with him in his truck but you convinced him to let you drive yourself once in a while ( but not too far ) Spraying the hose over the hood you leaned over to get the farthest part, your ass poking out in the air.

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

It was obvious the music was so loud you didn't hear him as he dragged a screaming victim toward the shed in the back. He stopped dragging her for a second to watch you and laugh softly. Well, that's adorable and hot as shit he thought to himself. The poor girl he was currently dragging took this opportunity to claw and bite at his hand in an attempt to get away in. For A split second she did, She wiggled out of his grasp and tried to take off towards the road. He quickly grabbed her and threw her on the ground pulling her by the hair back towards the house. All this while you were none the wiser, enjoying your song on your headphones. He resumed his spot leaning against the house staring at you.

"I'll never be your beast of burden

So let's go home and draw the curtains

Music on the radio

Come on baby make sweet love to me"

You sang the last part a little louder using the sponge as a microphone. You were getting into this what you assumed was a solo performance. Swinging your hips back and forth you grabbed the hose and sprayed all over the trunk of the car. He was thrusting the girl back and forth by her hair to shush her as he leaned against the side of the house watching you. "Damn bitch shut the fuck up!, I'm trying to enjoy the view". He looked toward her in disgust that she would dare shrek and distract him. "Mister please let me go, I won't tell anyone". " I SAID SHUT UP"

He suddenly heard the music better now, he looked up to see you with your headphones down now around your neck the music softly playing in a muffled tone. Staring at him with a smile slightly leaning against the car. " Whatcha doing there is handsome?". " Watching you " he smirked.

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

"Oh are ya now? So ...what are you gonna you do with her?" You pointed with the sponge at the dry heaving girl still on the ground with her hair in his fist. "Ah I don't know" he looked down at her then back at you " any ideas?" He lifted an eyebrow at you. "Maybe a few" you bit your lip a little tilting your head to the side. " I was going to tie her up in the shed and try that experiment I was running with you the other night but I don't think she's gonna survive. She also won't stop squirming", he chuckled and thrust her a little bit more back and forth. She muttered something inaudible. "That's fine," you said, tossing the sponge into the bucket. " We can tie her to the bed after she might stop squirming then." You flashed him a wicked smile.

He winked at you, "my god woman you are wicked...have I told you I love you lately?" He asked, clearing his throat, the bulge that started to grow in his jeans was becoming more and more distracting. "Hmmm" you replied " maybe but you can show me how much you love me later" you leaned on the hood of the car allowing for him to get a good view of your shirt.

He hastily sucked in the air standing up quickly, "hold that thought" he says turning back toward the shed. "Hey! " You shouted he turned back to you real quick, spinning the poor girl as well, her feet and legs dragging. You took the soapy sponge and tossed it at him, smacking him in the chest soaking his white shirt. He cursed under his breath then laughed, wiping his face with his other hand. "You are gonna pay for that as soon as I'm back from tying this bitch up". He looked back at you one more time while heading back to the shed.

Oh, little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty girls

Ooh, you're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Come on, baby, please, please, please

"God I hate this fucking song can you change it?"... "OTIS hello?". Baby sat up from the floor of the van and snapped her fingers at Otis. "Hey get your goddamn fingers out my face woman the fuck is wrong with you" he angrily swatted at Baby's hand as she attempted to snap in his face again. " I said I don't like that song so change it" "I don't give a flying dick what you like, I'm drivin' and we're leaving this song." She slumped back angrily onto the floor. Earning a chuckle from her father Spaulding. "S'not funny daddy" she snapped at him crossing her arms. "Oh lighten up there kiddo you know the rules, the driver picks the music".

Spaulding had finally met up with both of them at the motel. Although it had taken him a while due to some personal delay he arrived there in the nick of time to help finish off torturing the poor victims. After killing the rest of the family the daughter of Roy and Gloria was left to wear her father's skin on her face and be hung up behind the door to scare the unfortunate housekeeper when coming to assess the room. unable to get her father's skin off and running in a frantic the daughter unknowingly ran into the highway to be hit by a semi-truck. Using the van they stole from them they attempted to meet you at the next stop.

Otis only hoped they weren't too far behind you. Suddenly Baby perked up and glanced at the passing billboard." Just in case anyone's interested, I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles" she excitedly looked back toward her father and then to Otis. Otis looked over at her and repeated her [in a mocking tone] "I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles." Baby looked back at home with an angry expression "Hey DON'T you fucking imitate me, it's fucking rude!"

Otis:" Fuck you", Baby: "Fuck you! "Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you?" Spaulding interjected getting real sick of the interaction between the two of them.

"Yes, it is going to kill me! I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time that is a hazard to my fucking health!" Otis replied visibly getting more and more annoyed with the idea of stopping. " What the fuck is your problem? I'm in and out in two seconds!" Baby snapped at him.

Spaulding laughed a little "You know? I think I'm gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity." "Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good!" Baby said nudging her father. "I'm glad that finding y/n doesn't mean shit to either of you now I know who is taking this seriously" he gripped his hands on the steering wheel in anger. These fucking idiots he thought to himself. " Wow excuse you…. How dare you imply I don't care about finding my BEST FRIEND. You know she meant the world to me before She meant the world to you, she was my best friend before she was your wife ok? I met her first… don't think because I'm not sulking like you I don't worry about her. But she's stronger than you give her credit for and you've been treating her like a child!!!". Otis didn't respond to her, he was getting madder by the second. He simply gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"I suggest we go see Charlie lay low there for a night before heading to the next motel," Spaulding said looking over at Otis. " Why the fuck would we do that?" Otis asked, slightly gripping the steering wheel even harder. Being away from you this long was not good for his mental health. It was throwing him off his game. It was making him anxious and nothing made him anxious. This was a very foreign and uncomfortable feeling to him. He wanted to get rid of it and to do that he had to find you. He only anticipated being away from you for maybe 12 hours and even the thought of that made him very uncomfortable.

It's now been days this is unacceptable he needs to find you. "Look I saw on the news that the police are already on your tail. It's best that we throw off their scent a bit and lay low one more day can't hurt y/n is a smart girl she's gonna be alright". Otis didn't reply, he simply looked at the long stretch of road. Spalding continued, "I would hate to lead anyone to her Otis, Baby is right we care about her too but she's tough and smart I'm sure she's seen the news she will get the idea why we aren't there". "I don't trust that fucker Charlie" Otis finally replied with a sigh. Spaulding chuckled "yeah welp get over it".

They drove through the rest of the afternoon only stopping for ice cream of course to prevent any distress from Baby and Spaulding. Pulling up to Charlie’s fun town, Otis’s annoyance grew more by the second. He hasn't been back here in years, he used to come on occasion to enjoy some of the girls here, but that quickly changed when you came around. He didn't like or trust Charlie, he had an inkling that this man was only out for himself no matter what Spaulding said.

#otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #three from hell #otis driftwood x reader #otis firefly #thedevilsrejects #the devils rejects #Spotify

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thosch3i · 3 years

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Xiao Yuliang Interview [Eng Trans]

[Photo: XYL’s dog]

so remember this post? yeah well i wound up doing a mostly full translation of the entire 6 minute interview on twitter. some parts are paraphrased and a few details were skipped bc he sometimes repeated himself and there were one or two details i wasn’t 100% sure of, but other than that an eng transcript of the full interview is below the cut:

1. Introduce your role in "Ultimate Note"?

XYL: In Ultimate Note I play Zhang Qiling, Xiaoge.

2. What kind of impression does this character leave in your heart?

XYL: Before, I thought he was a really strong, and then a very cool, and then a very cold/detached person. But later, I finished reading the novel and read the script, and I felt like he's someone who lets your heart ache for him. The feeling he gives me--because once I was reading the script in a car, and I almost wanted to cry for him, because he's always searching for the things he's lost. And he's very strong, but he wasn't born strong; he also went through a lot, and he made himself strong. He can bleed, and he can get hurt; it's just that he doesn't say anything, and he doesn't show that he's in pain.

3. Talk about the initial pressure of receiving this role?

XYL: When I got this role, the pressure was really really big, but I also thought I was pretty lucky, because I'd played Zhang Qiling before, and I get to play him again, and I think that's pretty lucky. But the pressure is too big, on set right now, the pressure is very big.

4. Netizens were pretty satisfied with your performance; have you seen these comments?

XYL: When Sha Hai was airing, I saw their comments. Some of them approved, and I was happy, but others--like, saying some suggestions or opinions--I also looked at them. I also looked at the performances of other actors who played Zhang Qiling and comments on their performances. I used them as a reference, and I learned from the experiences/evaluations of others.

5. What was the greatest challenge of playing Zhang Qiling?

XYL: The biggest challenge is that there are too few lines. It's really hard to act! [Xiaoge] has some expressions where it's just, you can't make them too obvious or too "unrestrained" because his actions are also very restrained, but if you're too restrained then everyone just thinks you don't have any reactions. And the editors are also very hardworking, because they'll have 4 pages, and I won't have a single line, just reactions. The others will talk for 10 minutes, and I'll just be reacting. [Xiaoge] is a person with few/no words, but with his whole heart, he wants to go care for others...it's very difficult; this "no lines" is very difficult. Another thing is fight scenes are very difficult, and the weather is too hot.

6. What are some scenes that left the deepest impression on you?

XYL: Like when it's 3am, and we're running through a wild river, the water is all up to our waists, and we don't know what's underground. I was just afraid there were snakes, you know? Nothing we can do, just run. And there's also, because the filming location is at Xishuangbanna, there really are snakes. We've seen snakes etc on set, so we were afraid accidents would happen. Thankfully they didn't. And there was also when we were rubbing mud on our faces during the hot day. Actually, what we were rubbing was chocolate paste. When the chocolate on our faces dried, we spread on more, and it feels like you've become a "chocolate person", not a "mud person". I also tasted it--the BTS side clips recorded it; the taste is okay. [t/n: here is a link to that clip]

7. How did it feel working with the other actors in the crew?

XYL: Liu Yuning-laoshi [t/n: Hei Xiazi] is really nice. He doesn't have a temper, and he's a very calm and tranquil person. I think he's really nice. Xiao Xi [t/n: lit. “Little Xi”, nickname for Zeng Shunxi aka Wu Xie] is a little mischievous. Xiao Xi likes to stir up trouble on set and play around. In any case he plays around with Pangzi and me, but Liu Yuning-laoshi is more tranquil, not quite the same as [his character] in the show.

8. Before you posted a vlog caring for your pet on Weibo, why don't you introduce your pet?

XYL: My dog's name is a character I played once; my mom named him. Because we'd just finished filming that show, and then my mom got a dog, so she just called him my name in the show. Tell me, isn't that annoying? [t/n: drama was called 反骗天下/Fan Pian Tian Xia and his role was called 米若/Mi Ruo; his dog is apparently called 米诺/Mi Nuo.]

9. You've been an actor for awhile now; can you discuss what being an actor feels like?

XYL: Initially, before I became an actor, I thought, "Oh, cool". Everyday you're just, wow, holding weapons, cool! But now I think it's so hard. Especially while shooting this show, I got a sty for a month, and it's still not better even now. [t/n: you can definitely see the swelling under his eye in ep1] I think this sty is from accepting this role, or because of work. In any case, it's still not better. But it's no problem; thankfully, my hair can cover it. You also have to be careful of safety on set; real blades can slice open your hands. Once, I wasn't careful and cut my wrist, but thankfully the doctor's stitching skills were pretty good. When he was still stitching, I even said, "Doctor, you have to stitch it well, okay, I'm an actor, I use this hand to perform", and he said "Okay". After the stitches were done, he asked me, "Are you satisfied with the stitches?" The results were pretty good; it didn't really leave a scar.

10. Finally, promote this show to our fans.

XYL: You all have to watch our "Ultimate Note", because filming was really tough, and we've diligently tried to accomplish these three roles [t/n: the iron triangle, I’m assuming] and later on some of the the details of many of the books. I hope you will see similarities to the novel in some of the show's scenes.

and we are done! so yeah, i think his take on xiaoge’s character was the most important part, but some of the other stuff (listening to him complain about some things lmao) was kinda funny too. im still laughing about the whole ‘im an actor i need this hand to perform’ bit bc dude you literally sliced yourself open w a knife badly enough to need stitches but that’s your first priority???? glad you’re dedicated to your job though i guess but LOL

Quick question/answer:

1. What do you want to say to Zhang Qiling?

XYL: Xiaoge, you've worked hard.

2. Who from the show would you pick to go with you on an adventure?

XYL: I’ll choose...I'll choose Pangzi, because he'll definitely bring food. And he's fat, and he's pretty joyful, oh right, I can also bully him.

3. Describe the level of your cooking skills.

XYL: Cooking skills? The rank of instant noodles. Just boiling instant noodles, then adding the flavor packets, and then tomatoes, eggs...instant noodles.

4. If you're not restricted, what kind of role do you most want to play?

XYL: If I'm not restricted, then I want to play that guy who, in the morning, is just delivering takeout or is really well-behaved and wears glasses, that type, and then at night he pushes his hair back like this [xyl mimes pushing his hair back], and he starts to....different types...in any case, like split personalities, right, split personalities.

5. A sentence to describe your ideal life.

XYL: My family and I are healthy, and I have enough money to go live a normal life, eat/drink whatever I want, travel with my family, and just grow up slowly.

oh right additional note, in zsx's interview, when asked which character he'd take, he said xiaoge without hesitation. and the interviewer asked if he wanted to know who xiaoge picked and zsx was all "he didn't pick me did he...I'll be leaving now, thank you~" 😂

#dmbj #zjbj #ultimate note #xiao yuliang #zhang qiling #shouting into the void #i made an effort to capitalize and make some grammar corrections in english this time lol #its not perfect but like you get the point #i also think it's cute that he calls zsx xiao xi lol #on the other hand seems like zsx just calls him yuliang #translation

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Old place' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Old place'

I need you close to me, I'm feeling safer with you !'

Chapter Summary : Yirina remembered one of her main goals in her life right now before an friend got an thought in head......

To read it on AO3, click here !

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Well, we can say that we have succeed in our little improvised mission to put our hands on Lukas Ritter without having any big problems except for that fight I had with him as he tried to neutralize me but the only thing he has done was to make my bottom lip bleed a little but nothing too serious to me. We managed to corner him in an isolated spot on an parking and we got what we needed from him : he will be forced to comply and to help the MI6 as an insider in the KGB, giving us everything that we need to get Portnova back.

During that little interrogation, I could feel Zasha's anger to hear everything about Portnova and I can understand their pain when we will have to face her after 3 years....let's hope it will go well. We returned back to the safehouse to heal my little wound on the lips, Park make an call to someone in the MI6 to give instructions to Ritter and then, we took a nap back in that car again with Park, Zasha taking the couch back for them and if only we could sleep on an bed instead of the backseat of the car.....too much to ask in that place....

The next day started well because in the first hour in the morning, we received an transmission from Lukas himself, giving us some details on Portnova's team but also explaining that he had to keep an low profile and that he will send only a few transmissions in an day. Even with that, we were relieved that he was willing to work with us. During the next two days, we stayed in the safehouse as Lukas was sending us an lot of details through his few messages and by the odds, the Perseus agents that Woods's team were tracking to get Adler back.....it was the same members of Portnova's team inside the KGB.

With that revelations in head, we shared that intel with Woods and thanks to that and the numerous contacts from Greta & Garrett, they could shorten their trip in here and us too. While they were focused on the team, us....we kept our focus on Portnova herself, trying to find an way to approach her. Today, the 14th of May, after an long day of work, it was time for us to get some heavy sleep so, me & Park....back in the car like always....I'm not going to sleep in the same place as Hudson and if I tell it loudly, I will....if I can see him because I didn't see him at all since two days....he kinda avoid me and it's better for me and for him too.

I was talking with someone in the phone in my old office inside the Lubyanka Building and according to my state and the position I was using inside my seat, that call kinda make me put on my nerves, holding the phone firmly. Zasha was peacefully working at their desk, trying to not make any eyes contacts with me during my call, more focused on their paperworks.

"Yeah, yeah, just get it done !" I affirmed clearly to the person I was talking to throught the phone and redressing myself on my chair before I decide to hang up the phone. "What an prick !" I whispered to myself, looking at the phone.

"Something's wrong ?" Zasha asked as they saw me, having finished with my call, putting their head up.

"The Perseus guy in charge to give us some transmissions did make an mistake and it's avoiding us to have the necessary papers to work." I explained, taking an breath as I looked at Zasha who was an bit confused. "If he don't give us these papers, we can say goodbye to some vacations."

"Ah shit." They rolled their eyes around at hearing me.

"I hear you, Zed." I said with an grin on my face.

"You have something planned for the next days ?" They questioned me.

"No, Freya is in an mission in Romania for an undetermined time....so, that's means that I will be alone." I raised my shoulder, biting my lips at the same time.

"You know, you can come with us : I'm taking Dedov & Portnova for an trip." They started, putting down their pen on their desk. "Away from Russia....can be interesting for you."

'I don't know, where did you three planned to go ?" I asked them, my arms going on my desk, looking curiously at Zasha.

"Well, we either think of going in England...or in Miami." My eyes went wide at hearing this from Zasha to be honest, mainly on the second proposition.

"Miami ?" I told them, scratching my nose.

"Yeah, should change of the cold air of Moscow and if it's vacations, we're not going to be harrassed every 5 minutes by Perseus agents." They affirmed, tapping with their fingers on the desk nervously before checking their own watch. "It's strange, Portnova should be here." They looked at the office that was at the other side of the room, empty....her workplace.

"You're right." I admitted, narrowing my eyes by looking at Portnova's desk. "Did she told you if she got something to do ?"

"No, not at all." Zasha replied before suddenly, we could hear some knocks at the office's door that was very silent and very strange.

"Come in." I ordered in an normal voice and then, the door opened, revealing Portnova herself but her hair was like more messier than ever.....

"Hi." She waved at us both, looking very strange, her hair was covering an specific part of her face and by that, me & Zasha looked at each other, confused.

"You're okay ?" Zasha demanded.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm alright." She breathed in an low voice but before she could move, Zasha immediately stepped away from their chair to get to her, with me doing the same. "Zed, I told you...I'm alright." She repeated but we could both see that there were something bad. Zasha removed the hair that was covering her left eye....and we could discover an black eye.

"Who did this ?" Zasha was getting angry about this as we could see Portnova having some tears out of her both eyes.

"Some..." She started, trying to clean up her tears on her face. "Some assholes in the parking of the building...they tried to harass me while they were fixing their car....they did this 5 minutes ago." She added, making Zasha looking in rage and me too.

'They're still in there ?" She nodded to me slowly.

"Let's go get these sons of a bitch !" Zasha told me and I was fully approving their idea before we start to get out of my office.

We were both in rage, clenching our fists all along the way to the parking. We were only focused on beating the shit out of these guys who dared to hurt Portnova.....our friend like that. That act wasn't going to stay unpunished after all. I think that the guards were pretty confused to see 2 peoples walking angrily towards the parking and once we got out to the parking of the building, we were immediately looking around to see an car that was needed to be fixed and we found it quickly.

There were only 2 guys near it...those fuckers who hit Portnova. Zasha was like an beast that couldn't be stop and I wasn't going to stop them at all. They started to walk rapidly towards the man that was checking the car's engine with the raised hood of it. They immediately took the hood in their hands and lowered it multiple time on the guy that was checking the engine. I saw the other guy that was at the driving seat and when he saw his friend getting beaten, he start to get away from his seat, opening his door to get out.

I kicked the door with my feet furiously, closing it by force and causing the panicked guy to fall on his back. He was pleading for not getting beaten but it was too late as I have already put my hands on him and then, I literally threw him in one of the car's window, hurting him very badly.

"Grigoriev !" A man shouted in anger to me as I was going to finish the guy off....I looked around to see an bald tough man arriving in the scene.

"Kravchenko !" I whispered, seeing him arrive near the car as Zasha stop also to beat the other guy.

"What the fuck did you do to my men ?" He asked me, looking at the guys we just beaten.

"They have hurt an friend so we hurt them." I replied clearly to them, crossing my arms to him. "If your men are dicks, we were in our right !" I added with anger towards him.

"We're going to see...."

"Comrade Kravchenko." Another man's voice came in....Perseus himself dressed in an KGB high officer, walking slowly towards Kravchenko, his hands behind his back. "Were you trying to....threaten my 'daughter' ?" He questioned him as in me, I was feeling very uncomfortable to be called like this by Perseus.

"No, sir, I didn't threatened Grigoriev, her and their friend just beat my men." He gestured to the beaten guys as Zasha walk next to me.

"They have hurt Portnova, sir." Zasha explained as Perseus peaked his head towards us.

"So, their actions are justified....you should leave, Kravchenko, you're awaited !" Perseus told him in an very serious tone, making an tap on Kravchenko shoulder before the latter start to walk away, leaving us with Perseus. "You need to control yourself, Yirina." He started before looking at Zasha. "Same for you, Krypto." He added, looking at us an bit worried as Zasha was still angered about what happened to Portnova. I then stepped in front of Perseus, facing him....

"We don't hurt my friends and that....showed to everyone what we are capable of !"

I was quite surprised to relive that particular memory but it showed that me & Zasha, we were pretty serious about protecting our friends, that I was in rage when a friend was hurt. In fact, it did reinforce my intentions to help my friends even further for the future. Suddenly, I could hear knock against an window, waking me up in the car in the middle of the night with Park in my arms. I was the only one who heard them and when I opened my eyes, I could see Zasha standing outside the car, apparently wanting to talk....in the middle of the night.

I wasn't able to let them like that and going back to sleep so I slowly start to move, gesturing to Zed that I was coming silently, not wanting to awake Park in her sleep. I stepped out of the car, closing the door slowly before I walk a few meters from the car.

"Zed....why did you wake me up ?" I started, passing my hands through my eyes, looking more tired than ever before I looked at my watch. "It's 2 AM !" I added in an low voice.

"I know, I'm sorry." They apologized, also sounding low.

"I hope you got something that will excuse that..." I scoffed to them with an small grin before I yawn. "What's wrong ?" I asked them, seeing them an bit worried.

"Well...I had an thought while sleeping." They replied, joining their hands together, looking away from me for an second. "I was wondering if....our old places we were living are still there...." They said, making me raise an eyebrow.

"You're serious ?" I told them, confused.

"I know, it's maybe stupid but I was thinking of it." They said, still sounding apologizing to have wake me up. "Maybe those places are burned, abandoned or used by Perseus but...what if we go to these places ?"

"You want us to go there ?" They nodded to me. "Like....right now ? At 2 AM ?" They nodded again to me, making me roll my eyes around. It was maybe stupid to do this at this time but Zasha got me curious about our places we lived before and I couldn't refuse that opportunity. "Where do you want to start ?" I asked them.

"As I remember, your place isn't so far from here, you were living in the Cheryomushki District so we could go there first as I remember the place well." They responded, putting their hands on their waist. "I was living almost at the other side of the city so, your place is first."

"Okay..." I breathed, looking around towards the horizon, seeing the city from afar before looking at the car. "We need Park to come with us, you're not against it ?"

"No, she should come." They affirmed, causing me to walk back to the car, letting them at their position to go awake Park from her sleep at 2AM....she's going to kill me...

"Park." I whispered as I was back inside the car, moving gently her shoulder with my hands. "Park." I repeated again as she start to slowly wake up.

"Yiri...what's wrong ?" She said in an very low voice, opening her eyes to see me over here, wondering what I wanted.

"Uhm..." I cut myself as I didn't know how I was going to say that Zasha wanted to go to our old places like that at 2AM. "You're maybe to say that we're crazy but....we maybe need to go to my old living place." I finally told her as I could see her eyes going wide.

"What ?" She chuckled, redressing herself to get back on sitting, me moving to allow her to do that. "You're serious ?" She added and I nodded.

"It's stupid but we can try." I raised my shoulders to her, seeing her wide eyes towards me....yes, she's going to kill me. "It's dangerous maybe but we can try our luck."

"Yes, it's dangerous." She affirmed, peaking her head to look outside, seeing Zasha awaiting for us. "Who got this idea ?" She demanded.

"Listen, if you don't want, say it right now." I told her in an normal voice before taking an deep breath, I could see her bit her lips before looking at me, nodding.

"Okay, we will do something...which time is it by the way ?" She asked rhetorically as she check her own watch before her eyes went wide again and she look back at me. "Well, guess that nobody will do something to stop us." She stated, surprising me as I was already seeing her with her hands around my neck to have her woke up at this time of the day before she took an breath. "I'm gonna take my satellite phone in case, tell Zed to get ready !" She ordered as she stepped out of the car, going back inside the warehouse to grab what she need as I was gesturing to Zasha to come in the car.

She came back really quick with her phone as I did install myself in the front passenger seat of the car, struggling to not get myself back to sleep as Zasha installed themselves in the driving seat, they were the one that were knowing where we were exactly living in Moscow so we had to put our hopes on them and it's sure that they are good in it. Park go back inside the car and once fully seated, we drove off the place...going to our mysterious destination as Zasha was the one to drive.

During the drive, everyone was struggling to not get back to sleep actually, putting the radio volume up to make sure that everyone keep their eyes fully open but there were constant yawns for the three of us because if someone was yawning, another will do it in the 15 next seconds and it became an endless cycle with us. Finally, we arrived in an apartment complex in the Cheryomushki District like Zasha said.

"So, this is the place ?" I started, getting out of the car that Zasha parked in an empty space right in front of the complex. The streets were pretty silent at this time of the day, no cars were driving, no bystanders were walking...just us...

"Yes, you lived there." Zasha answered, looking at me as I was checking the building.

"It's looking quite lovely to say." Park said in an curious tone, her left hand on her waist and the other covering her mouth to yawn again.....she was the one who did this the most in the car.

"Well, let's enter quickly then." I suggested as I start to walk away from the car, followed by Zed & Park inside the building that was the place I lived before....let's hope that the place isn't crowded with Perseus agents. We entere the main hallway and our first reaction was to go near the mailboxes. "I lived at the first floor." I whispered, having found my mailbox....still with my name on it despite the three years that passed.

"So this place is still apparently used." Park said in an low voice, not wanting to speak too high and to awake everyone around. "Let's get up." She ordered as we move to get up the stairs....can say that I was lucky to have lived at the first floor of the building....wasn't going to get tired to say. We arrived at the door with throught it, my old apartment maybe empty....or filled with Perseus agents. First thing to do was to take our guns in hand.....before we decided like that....to knock at the door.

"Why I did this ?" I thought to myself as I was the one to knock at the door. I took an breath after that, awaiting but by luck, no sounds were coming inside....either the persons in it are sleeping or there are nobody there.

"Wait, let's see under that carpet." Park pointed at the carpet I was standing on, making me move and letting her check below it....and we discover an key.....seriously ?

"The good old trick of the key under the carpet." Zasha whispered as Park was taking the key in her hand to unlock the door. At that moment, I could feel my heart pounding faster than usual because I was going to go back to an place from my old life...it will go well, Yiri ! It will !....

"Okay, here we go." Park opened slowly the door with her left hand, the other having her gun, getting herself inside the apartment that was in the dark.

We stayed behind her as we were going further inside the apartment....with me still feeling weird to get back here. Seriously, I never thought that it was going to be Zasha themselves who was going to make me go back here and here we are, standing in my old living room at 2AM with our guns in hand because Zasha had the thought of visiting our old places again. The room was like in my memories but there were nothing like pictures or personal things from me and it was looking used recently.

"I'm going to check the bedroom." Zasha proclaimed as they start to walk to get inside the room, leaving me alone with Park after we had check the kitchen that was just at the living room sight before I decide to go sit on the same chair I was always sitting in my memories, trying to get my thought in order.

"Damnit, I never thought...." I said, putting my arms on the armrest and looking outside through the same window. "How do you find the place ?" I asked to Park in an low voice.

"It's lovely to be honest." Park replied, moving to get next to me, still standing up to look outside with me. "How do you feel ?" She questioned me, seeing my state that it was all strange.

"It's feeling so weird to be here, you know ?" I started, holding my head with my right hand as I have already put back my M1911 in my jacket to look at Park. "I come back here as 'Yirina Grigoriev', 'Bell'....well, she would have never acknowledge the place." I scoffed about the end of it as Park moved to get at the same level as me, a knee to the ground. "I could still see myself in that seat, drinking & smoking to forget the fact that I did work with Perseus all this day."

"I'm sorry." She told me, putting an hand on my shoulder and looking down.

"You couldn't know." I breathed, taking her hand into mine. "It was never your fault." I added, sure of my own words as I look at Park who wasn't agreeing at all, she's still feeling guilty that she helped Adler but for me, she's already forgiven....since 3 years...since the moment she said sorry, the moment I stepped out of that room. "Park....it was never your fault !" I affirmed, smiling at her as I moved my other hand to her chin gently, making her look at me fully.

"I.....I.....thanks." She grinned before I put an little kiss on her cheek and then, I redresed myself on the seat, still having her hands in mine but her now smiling. "You know that we're always there for you...that I'm always there for you."

"I know." I smiled at her before I could see Zasha coming back from the bedroom.

"The place is used by Freya !" They exclaimed in an low voice, having something like an picture in their hands. I stand up at hearing her name from their mouth.

"You're sure ?" I asked.

"Yes, got this as proof !" They handed to me the picture but also....an necklace. The picture, it was me with Freya, both in military outfits with Perseus insignia on them. We were young at that time and Freya...her hair wasn't not like today....not shaved on the side, this picture was the third real thing from my old life that I saw. The necklace, it was something that Freya was always wearing and seeing it here means that she was coming here time to time. "Freya must be using your old apartment as an way to not forgive you, it seems."

"In fact....Freya...she saw me last month, she realized that I wasn't dead." I told them as they were unaware of it at all because I never speak about it to them, their eyes went wide about this.

"Wait, are you saying that Freya saw you alive ?" Zasha was sounding more confused than ever.

"Yes but....it wasn't 'Yirina' at all....it was...'Bell' !" I replied in an low voice. I spoke about that to Zasha and they start to slowly realize my words.

"Oh, so you're meaning that she thinks that you're still...brainwashed ?" I nodded to them, biting my lips.

"Yirina think it can be used as an way to have Freya back in our side and I think it too." Park affirmed, standing next to me as she was checking the picture. "She did have Freya's number to call her." She added, making Zasha to look at me more surprised.

"It's been 2 weeks that I didn't call her." I breathed before looking at the phone in the living room, I wasn't in the mood to call Freya right now. "Maybe later." I whispered before I look around the living room.

"So what should we do ?" Zasha asked

"Since Freya is still using the place, you're gonna put her necklace back at where you found it." I answered, handing to Zasha Freya's necklace...but keeping the picture with me before finally handing it too. I wanted to take it but if I did, Freya will have know that I did come here. "We're going to leave quickly before we got any surprises and then, we're driving to your old place." I said to Zasha before they start to return into my old bedroom that I didn't enter and I think it was better that I don't. Since I came back here, my memories in here were like reliving themselves in my ears...my voice, Freya's voice, Zasha's voice....

"Do you think we will come back here ?" Park demanded, putting her hand behind my back and honestly, I couldn't give her an proper answer to that question.

"I don't know to be frankly...." I responded, looking down at my feets and taking an deep breath. Maybe I will come back here, maybe not and I will have to make an choice. This place, it was strange to step in it again and leaving it without something, it kinda make me feel strange & weird like if I never know of this place.....

"We should get out for now....this place is going to freak me out."

#cod cold war #cod bocw #cod black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #cod bell #black ops cold war #call of duty #cod cw #yirina grigoriev #helen park #fem!bell

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Just A Babysitter. (Part One)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: alcohol use

Context: (Y/n) lives/is close friends with the boys, and will do almost anything for them as she sees them as a family. However, since Star and Laddie joined the coven, she's felt a little distanced from them. (I say that the reader is female, but I'm pretty sure there is no explicit reference to gender that isn't easily overlooked, so it can apply to other readers, too.)

A/N: This started as a oneshot, but has now become a story of sorts, so I'll post it in parts. :))

Part Two , Part Three , Part Four , Part Five , Part Six , Part Seven , Part Eight

Irritation courses through me as Star drags me into the crowd of writhing bodies, the half-vampire laughing happily to both herself and Laddie, who is being pulled around by the hand, wincing when some greasy rocker tries to come closer to me even after only being there for two seconds, my elbow landing a hefty thump into his abdomen in order to get rid of him. The music is loud in my ears, though it isn't unpleasant at all, the heavy saxophone-laced rhythm lightening my mood a little as I start to move in time with it, keeping an eye on my two wards, especially Laddie, who has a tendency to run off. For a few minutes, we continue to enjoy the music before I feel her tense up beside me, someone having caught her rapt attention.

Looking over, I follow her line of sight to a brunette I don't recognise, the guy staring at her without abandon, even when who I presume to be his younger brother slaps his cheek. Instantly, I get a bad feeling about him, not trusting the way he eyes the girl beside me, no matter how endearing she may find it. I have the feeling she will try to lure him away from the crowd and make him her first kill; my hunch only confirmed when she passes Laddie off onto me and ducks out of the throng of dancers, leaving me to pick up her pieces again. Growling to myself, I swiftly lift the youngster onto my shoulders, putting on a false grin when he squeals in excitement, giving him some excuse about finding him some sweets back on the Boardwalk to get him to come willingly.

"Where'd Star go?" Laddie questions me, voice barely audible over the throbbing music.

"I don't know. Wanna go find her?" I respond, squeezing his legs gently when he assents, holding onto my head so he can steady himself. Ignoring the gradually building ache in my back, I follow the direction Star walked off into, giving the boy on my shoulders the strict instructions to keep an eye out for the half-vampire, offering him a chocolate bar as a reward.

Carefully, we make our way onto the Boardwalk, avoiding some of the more rowdy surfers and party-goers, my focus set on finding Star amongst the people lining the roads. It doesn't take me long, though I let Laddie point her out to me, allowing him the small burst of pride that likely accompanies the achievement, no matter how small it is. Heading over to her, I reach into my pocket and pass the boy the chocolate bar I always keep on me, smiling when he giggles in satisfaction, the sound of the wrapper being torn open quickly coming from above me.

"Hey Star. Find what you were looking for?" I greet, giving her a suggestive look when she acknowledges me, though it is obvious that she is still distracted.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I did." She replies, turning to walk away again, silently demanding that I follow her, knowing I can't disobey David's strict rules from before.

"Look! There's Dwayne and David! And Marko and Paul!" Laddie points out after a few minutes of navigating the heaving crowd, gesturing to the right to show us where he means, waving at the coven of vampires as we turn to approach them, my shoulders screaming for relief. Moments later, we break through the people blocking our view of them, greeting the laid-back vampires accordingly.

"Having fun?" Paul questions me in particular, knowing full well I hate having to watch over the irritating half-vampire, his voice teasing as he sends me a pointed look.

"Oh, tonnes." I respond dryly, letting Laddie down as Star climbs onto David's bike with him, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking at me with a small smirk on her face, the gesture inciting a pang of jealousy within me, before she glances off to the side, David following her gaze. Doing the same, I suppress the urge to roll my eyes as I recognise the brunette from earlier, instead focusing on helping Laddie onto Dwayne's motorbike, telling him to hold on tight. In response to this, Laddie smiles at me, Dwayne doing the same as he kicks his bike into gear, thankful that I did the job none of them wanted to do.

"Lets go, boys." David announces, looking at me expectantly, even though the term "boys" does not (necessarily) apply to me.

"I'll catch up." I mutter, before turning away and disappearing into the crowd, aiming for the bar at the edge of the Boardwalk, sighing as I hear the tell tale roaring of the motorcycle engines retreating over the cheerful music lingering in the air.

On my own, I manage to cut a path through the mass of people with decent success, quickly reaching my destination without any difficulty. Pushing open the door, I enter the dusky bar and head over to the counter, signalling for the bartender to take my order. By now, they all know my usual and will just prepare it for me without me having to ask, the tumbler of whiskey swiftly appearing before me, though I stop the blonde girl from leaving as she turns away.

"Leave the bottle, please." I request, pulling out enough money to pay for it from my jacket pocket, handing it to her in exchange for the large bottle of strong whiskey she places on the counter. Thanking her, I swill the liquid in my glass around for a few seconds, taking a drink when I'm satisfied with it, relishing in the burn that accompanies the flow of alcohol down my throat - none of them question my age anymore, not after the boys had a word with them.

I repeat this motion until the glass is empty, choosing to focus on that rather than the reality I face when I get home, back to the boys and their new half-vampire "friends". It shouldn't bother me, I know they all care for me and do their best to show me this, but something about Star and Laddie's sudden entrance to our way of life seems to make them forget this, most of my old friends' attention now lingering on them, rather than on me, like it used to. A bitter chuckle leaves me inadvertently as I think this, mentally calling myself selfish and pushing that last part down into the depths of my mind, knowing that I've had my fair share of attention from them in the past four or five years. I slam the glass on the table as the last of the amber liquid runs down my throat, shaking my head to snap myself out of my thoughts before heaving myself to my feet and walking out, taking the bottle of whiskey with me.

Upon leaving, I swiftly find my bike on the near-deserted Boardwalk, climbing onto it, only to take a moment to take a drink from the bottle in my hand, wincing as the strong alcohol burns its way down into my stomach. As I lower it, I notice a familiar brunette walking over to me, a curious expression on his face as he watches mine become one of confusion; it's not often that an interest of Star's wants to speak with me.

"Hey, can I help you?" I greet him as he finally arrives, looking him up and down a little to gauge his motive for approaching me.

"Err, yeah, I was just wondering where your friend is." The guy explains to me, frowning when I forget to disguise my eyeroll.

"Star? She isn't my friend." I correct him, not too willing to go into specifics with him.

"Star, huh? Nice name." He murmurs, almost to himself as if I'm not right there.

"If you like that kinda thing." I shrug dismissively, taking another drink from the bottle before offering it to him, giving him a small smirk when he accepts.

"Thanks," He says, returning the bottle to me as he continues, "You two aren't friends? You seemed pretty close earlier. You, her and those weird guys."

"Weird guys? Don't say that to their faces." I chuckle, grinning widely at him as he laughs in response, "I'm not close with Star, but the guys are my family, so I guess we're pretty close."

"Family? Like brothers or something?"

"Family in the non-biological sense of the word. They helped me through some tough times." I affirm, once again trying to avoid telling him the truth.

"Right. Well, do you know where they went?" The brunette questions me again, giving me another hopeful look.

"No, they never tell me anything anymore." I reply bitterly, even if the words are only half true, drinking again despite having to drive in a few minutes. What's life without a little risk, eh?

"I thought you said they were like your family?" He frowns at me again, believing that I'm holding something from him, which is entirely true.

"Yeah, but not even a family is completely truthful with one another." I remind him, deciding a stronger warning is needed, "Take it from me, of all the people you can hang with in this town, they should not be your first choice."

Yet more confusion etches itself onto his face at my words, going to say something before I cut him off.

"What's your name, by the way? I can pass it on to Star if I see her again tonight." I promise, though it is likely they will see each other again tomorrow, so there's not much point on my behalf.

"Oh, I'm Michael, or Mike for short." He informs me, smiling again as I reach out to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm (Y/n)."

"Nice talking to you, (Y/n). Thanks for the advice."

"No problem." I laugh, looking at my watch briefly as I try to figure out the time, "Damn, I'd better get going, or the boys'll have my ass for breakfast."

Amused by my "figure of speech", Michael quickly says his goodbyes as I kick the bike into life, relishing in the feeling of the engine purring beneath me. Stashing the bottle in the compartment under the seat, I rev the motorcycle a little before applying he throttle, a delirious whoop of exhilaration escaping me as I charge off the Boardwalk and onto the most direct road to Hudson's Bluff, ignoring the angry protests of the civilians around me, concentrating on getting myself home instead.

Part Two

#david(thelostboys)#joel schumacher #the lost boys #vampire #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#marko(the lost boys)#kiefer sutherland #star(the lost boys)#laddie(the lost boys)

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li0nh34rt · 4 years

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Fake Dating AU

Chromophobia by @katzaren

When Liam accidentally outs Theo as gay at group therapy, Theo gets his revenge by claiming that Liam is his boyfriend. In order to make up for what he did, Liam goes along with the pretend relationship. Meanwhile, Theo struggles with his past and whether he even deserves a boyfriend, let alone a fake one, and Mason and Corey bet on whether or not Theo and Liam will become a real couple after their week of pretend dating.

[Mature / 10.6k / complete]

Theo's aunt Minnie comes to town by @tvtime

Liam and Theo have to pretend to be boyfriends when Theo’s Aunt Minnie comes to town. Fortunately, it isn’t too hard to fake. Post-series but no spoilers.

[Gen / 3.k / complete]

Just too good to be true by @raekentheoryarchive

Liam has the worst luck when it comes to girls. Things just keep crashing and burning. Mason tries to convince him that maybe it’s time to come out, to date a guy instead, but his best friend won’t hear it. So he and Corey decide to find him the ultimate date, someone who’s exactly his type—snarky, tendency to punch people, and tough enough to put up with their volatile friend. Bad boy Theo Raeken is the perfect fit, despite his murky past and caustic personality. And the fact that he won’t do it for free. What could go wrong?

[TeenUp / 56.2k / complete]

It was only a bet by @volsungar-the-mighty

When Theo Raeken, captain of the college football team, loses a bet to one of his team mates, he is forced to start a fake relationship with Liam Dunbar, all around nerd and Theo’s neighbour, who constantly complains about the noise.

Theo isn’t expecting his feelings to become involved, yet they do, but before he can act on them, the worst happens – Liam finds out about the bet.

[Mature / 37.3k / complete]

Play by the rules by @xsophie2x

Theo and Liam's friends are tired of their constant bickering and arguing, and agree they need to do something about it. That's why they come up with a plan for them to get to know each other differently: pretend to be each other's boyfriends and date each other for a month. None of them really knows how it will work out, but are the end results really such a surprise?

[NR / 34.1k / wip]

I won't die for you (but maybe I will stand beside you) by @iwritefanfictionsometimes

Liam is an idiot who can't keep his mouth shut and now his mother is expecting a boyfriend for Christmas.

[Mature / 14.4k / complete]

Marshmallows and Mistletoe by @wolfenboyb

Liam brags about his new beau to friends and family, and as the holidays approach he's forced to bring them over. The problem is, he doesn't really have one. Enter Theo--alone at christmas and unable to say no to puppy dog eyes. Chaos ensues. Soft chaos.

[Gen / 6.1k / complete]

Faking It by @xtarmanderx

Theo and Liam have been best friends forever and they’ve gone unnoticed throughout school, much to Liam’s displeasure. One day at lunch, everything changes when a girl overhears them and is convinced they are dating. Liam, realizing this could be their shot at popularity by being the first same sex couple in schools, convinces Theo to fake date him. Between pretending and trying not to get caught, Theo will also have to avoid breaking his one rule: to not fall in love with his best friend.

[Mature / 19k / complete]

I lied when I was seventeen by @eclecticklutz @raekentheoryarchive

Liam had never been nervous in front of a crowd, but then again, he usually was doing something he was amazing at.

He was not amazing at words. Which explained why the following ones left his mouth:

"Well, uh... I... don't think... the person I have been seeing for the past month would appreciate me putting myself up for auction?"

[TeenUp / 9.6k / complete]

The Butterfly Effect by @sweetpoisonedheart

Liam doesn’t think he needs a boyfriend or girlfriend but his friends seem to think otherwise.He gets tired of all the set-ups and ambushes, so he makes up a boyfriend. It gets them off his back for a couple of days but now they keep asking to meet him. In a panic, he asks his hot new neighbour - who just so happens to be pretty spot on for the guy Liam described - if he’ll fake date him and then break up in a couple weeks time. Things get complicated when Liam starts to develop actual feelings.

[Gen / 2.1k / wip]

Bad at Love by @sweetpoisonedheart

Liam and Theo had a great relationship..until they didn't and broke up. Liam has neglected to tell his family the news though and they keep letting him know how excited they are that he's bringing Theo home with him this weekend. He doesn't want to see the disappointment on their faces, so out of desperation he asks Theo to fake it, just for his mom's birthday..he doesn't expect Theo to agree so easily. Maybe along the way, they work through their issues and fall in love all over again.

[TeenUp / 2.1k / wip]

Prepare for trouble by @orphan_account

And make it double.

There's prom, and it's cheaper to buy tickets in pairs.

[TeenUp / 1.7k / complete]

Fake you out by @chuwuyas

"Theo, I need your help."

Theo groaned bored. "What?"

"I'm going to a dinner with my parents tonight... And I need you to be my fake boyfriend."

[Explicit / 4.4k / complete]

Bad Liar by @mmmwddd

When Liam's ex girlfriend comes back to town after a year he panics and tells her that he is dating someone.

[TeenUp / 12.3k / complete]

I loathe you I love you by @tonytonesphoneroo5000

It's only supposed to happen once. Problem is, it keeps happening, and they both hate it so much less than they should.

[Explicit / 30.1k / complete]

You think I'm hot? by @trashpanda_stories

Hayden is supposed to mary.

Liam is invited and needs a hot date, but he has a plan...

[NR / 2.8k / complete]

Not asking for a Miracle by @imthehotgirl

When Liam convinces Theo to pretend to be his boyfriend for the holidays he's not quite prepared for everything that follows.

[TeenUp / 8.2k / complete]

Wedding Bells by @lanceiferroar

Scott and Malia's wedding is coming up. Liam needs a date, especially when he hears that Hayden is bringing her new boyfriend. What will happen when Corey finds out that Theo is back in town and brings him to Liam's house?

[Mature / 7k / complet

Fake relationship = free food by @lilyoselrc

The five-times Liam and Theo pretended to be a couple, and the time that they didn’t have to.

[Gen / 3.k / complete]

How we got here by @godricsalzaar16

Liam and Theo aren't dating. Until they are. But they still aren't. Until they are.

It's all Liam's fault anyway. Theo's just doing this for the food.

[TeenUp / 9.3k / wip]

Black Diamond by @teenwolf-af

Liam and Theo go undercover as an engaged couple at a ski resort for a case. Theo likes Liam. Liam might kind of like Theo too. Not that either of them would ever admit it.

“Who’s at the door, babe?” Theo called from behind him. Liam could have sworn he felt his eye twitch.

“Our neighbors-“ he turned, but Theo was right there, sliding an arm around his waist. Not wearing a shirt. Why?

[TeenUp / 20.2k / complete]

Someone like you by @neko-alice-yami-esme

"I know this might sound crazy and you don't even know me at all but I would owe you so much if you could pretend you're my bofriend while my ex is here in this party!"

[TeenUp / 1.5k / complete]

Faking It by @blaxis

"Are you two dating?" Scott asked.

"Yes." They said in unison.

"But we're faking it,” Theo added, “To piss off Stiles, so don't tell him."

[TeenUp / 1.8k / complete]

Fake Date Me by @invisible_slytherin

“You should just find someone to fake date you,” Corey teased.

Or, the one where there's a new girl who flirts with Liam in Biology class.

[Gen / 2.5k / complete]

Are we pretending? by @raeannisapancake

Liam is in an awkward situation when Nolan asks him out. Luckily for him Theo is there to save him.

[Gen / 295 / complete]

Let's pretend by @invisible_slytherin

"I need you to be my fake boyfriend," Liam repeated.

Or, the one where Scott shouldn't have talked to Liam like he was fragile, Liam should have thought twice before engaging in a childish kind of revenge and Theo shouldn't have accepted to help.

[Gen / 7.5k / complete]

Prototype hearts by @ckaster

Scott severely understated the problem that the rogue omega would turn out to be. But that's not even Theo's biggest problem right now--no, not even close. That honor would go to one Liam Dunbar, who was both harder to understand than anticipated and the object of a crazy werewolf's desires.

[TeenUp / 9.6k / wip]

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