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iaeriy · 9 months

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hey girll, i loved your gavi fanfic and i love all your fanfics in general but the gavi one def has to b one of my faves. i was wondering if you could a jealous gavi x reader where it leads to smut, if you can’t it’s okay and i understand but if you do, take your time sweet heart and don’t rush :) much love!!

after hours (gavi x reader)

warnings- smut, spanish speaking, oral recieving, dom kink, degrading.. (not so sure what else but just read at ur risk!)

a/n- took me awhile but i hope it doesnt flop, thank uuuu sooo soo muchhh for the likes on my other fanfics as well! it means a lot to me <3. but now to the fanfic, hope you enjoy:”)

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“te vas a ir en tacones?” (you’re going in heels?) as your boyfriend spoke trying to tie the tie on him, you giggled watching him as he struggled back and forth. you stood up fixing your lace trim stockings that were attached to the garter. you smiled a bit as you felt gavis hands on your waist, thing was the heels barely made you taller and well.. he was taller than you no matter what.

your boyfriend had been nominated & won the golden boy award, wining the kopa trophy. since pedri would be busy as well getting ready, but either way you went to support your boyfriend and since you were proud of him after every match you’ve been through with him. tho he was older and you were a year younger it didn’t matter, with all the support from his fans and yours the two of you were a perfect couple.

“si, se miran bien con el vestido.” (yes, they look good with the dress.) you said smiling as you turned around kissing his cheek, “vén, te ayudó con esto..” (come, i’ll help you with that..) you said giggling as you pulled him by his tie to the closet, you were going through his drawer as you bent down to the lower level of the drawer looking for the bow, when you felt gavi spank your ass. “gavi!” you whined as you tried standing up but he held you down, “estoy enamorado de tu cuerpo..” (i’m in love with your body..) he said squeezing and toying with your ass, you bit down on your lip as you stood up smacking his hand off.

“cálmate, ven! te pones el moño y te quitas la corbata bebé.” you said giving him the bow as you kissed his cheek again before walking out to do your makeup, a few mascara and maybe eyeliner. he walked out holding your small chanel purse, you giggled as you pecked his cheek. “gracias amor.” before you grabbed your bag as you put your small makeup bag in the purse.

you two made your way outside of his house as he opened the passenger door for you, you smiled as you put your purse on your lap before he sat on the driver seat and drove to the ceremony. throughout the car drive he held your hand, you noticed his leg was bouncing up and down as you held your hand back you rubbed his hand. “estás nervioso?” (are you nervous?) you said as he nodded his head squeezing your hand a bit, “no crees que podría estropear mi discurso, ¿verdad? ¿o que me avergonzaré?” (you dont think i might mess up on my speech right? or i won’t embarrass myself?) he said as you hummed shaking your head, “no pienses en eso mí amor.. lo harás increíble y estáre sentada con tu familia, solo recuerda como lo practicaste frente a mi y con pedri.” (dont think that my love.. you’ll do amazing and i’ll be sititng with your family, just remember how you practiced it infront of me and pedri.) you said as he looked at you and smiled as you giggled watching him blush.

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after many pictures with gavi and interviewers asking questions, you were now sitting down next to aurora and gavis parents, gavi had to sit in the other side in the front all by himself before the ceremony started. “ay te miras muy guapa hoy!” (oh you look very pretty today!) aurora said hugging you as you smiled hugging back. you loved gavis family, they always welcomed you with open arms and would invite you to a few events sometimes, his sister always gave you advice on everything and his parents as well. “gracias aurora! me encanta tú vestido!” (thank u aurora! i love your dress so much!) you said as the two of you talked about what has been happening recently since the two of you came to paris to attend the ceremony.

once you saw your boyfriend walk to the stage for him to say his speech and recieve the kopa trophy, you and his family watched as he said his speech. as he thanked his family, his teammates and lastly.. you. you were so proud of him for what he’s achieved, for everything hes done & so much more. that was until he got asked a question in english. “you guys remind me of xavi and iniesta, so which one is who?” the interviewer asked, the poor boy looked around so confused as aurora and you including the audience bursted out laughing, thing was. gavi was always shy to speak english in public, he’d feel judged but with you, he loved speaking it with you. you watched him speak again as the audience had quiet downed, once he had finished with his speeches and questions he went behind stage with pedri as the ceremony finished.

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once everything finished you followed gavis family as you reunited with your boyfriend again, he had his hand wrapped around your waist, stares and compliments always.. always! made him jealous and he wanted you all to himself, especially with what you’re wearing tonight.. some point when it got to the invitation to go to the dinner, you were talking to an interviewer as they asked questions about your job. you were an actress but this was gavis night, gavi watching from the corner as he was talking with pedri. he got furious but he understood at the same time.

once the interviewer finished asking you question you walked back to gavi and held his hand, “por qué tan ceñudo? vámonos con tu familia!” you said giggling as you tried walking but he yanked you to his chest, “don’t pretend like i didn’t hear you and saw you being nice to that guy. next time you do this and we’re leaving this place.” he whispered in your ear, you blushed at his words nodding your head as he spanked your ass. you smacked his hand and held his hand again walking back to his family,

it was time for the dinner and well you met your childhood friend, jude. “y/n!! i haven’t seen you in forever!” he said as he hugged you, you hugged back as his arm wrapped around your waist and oh well, you fucked up hoping gavi wasn’t watching.. but you thought a little too late. “how have you been?” he said as he looked at you then looked at gavi, “it’s been well actually! i miss visiting paris but eventually i have to go back to barça!” you said smiling as you saw through the corner of your eye a pissed off gavi, you swallowed nervously hoping nothing bad would happen, but oh well. “we really need to hang out again soon.” he said putting his hand on your shoulder, you nodded your head smiling as gavi heard jude and well.. he wasn’t toooo happy.

once your boyfriend heard those words from your best friends mouth, gavi walked towards you as you were talking to jude, he gripped onto your waist as you jumped a bit, “let’s go i fucking told you.” he whispered in your ear as you rolled your eyes smacking his hand off, but this time. he gripped your ass, you bit down on your lip as you huffed out, “well, i have to go now.. i’ll see you soon jude!” you said smiling as he smiled back waving at you. “was that necessary?” you said as he spanked your ass, “yes it was. now let’s fucking go, you obviously don’t understand.” he said pulling you by your arm as the two of you walked to his family. “i don’t get why we have to leave no-” you got cut off as he squeezed your ass again, “cállate. ya no hables.” (shut up. don’t talk anymore.) he said as the two of you approached his family, you had to say your goodbyes since you didn’t know when you will be seeing them next time. you wanted to stay longer but whatever had the boy pissed, it wasn’t going to be gone so obviously there had to be a solution.

“bueno! gracias por venir con nosotros y acompañar a pablo, significa mucho!” gavis mom said as you smiled hugging her one last time as they left, now it was just you and gavi. “flirting with other guys, even letting them touch you. somebody’s going to have to need a reminder later on.” he mumbled as you zoned out before he spanked your butt harshly this time. you winced in pain as you rolled your eyes, “look i’m-” you got cut off as he covered your mouth, looking into your eyes. you always had a thing for it and anytime eye contact happened, you couldn’t last long enough but there was something different in his eyes this time. “you’re what? a sorry isn’t fixing this.” he said as he took his jacket off his tux placing it on you, you frowned as he held your hand.

“how’d you know i was cold..” you said as he chuckled squeezing your ass again, you slapped his hand as the two of you made your way out of the theater getting in the car. you were looking out the window trying not to talk to him since it was going to be all kinds of stuff but on the other hand, gavi had plans. his hand was pulling your dress up to your inner thighs as your stockings including your garter were now exposed. “oh wow, who are you wearing this for?” he said looking at you as you rolled your eyes, “not for you..” you mumbled instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap went to your inner thighs. you whimpered at the sting looking down on your thigh as he started to squeeze your inner thigh, “little slut aren’t you?” he said pulling down your as you shook your head before he slapped your inner thigh again. “use your mouth.” he said as you hummed in response, “no thanks. i’d rather watch my boyfriend get impatient.” suddenly his knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the steering wheel. ‘that pissed him off’ you thought.

he pulled into an empty garage parking as he took his seatbelt off and grabbed your jaw, you looked at him as a tint of pink flashed through your cheeks. “who do you think you are to give me your attitude, i simply told you loud and clear.” he said spanking your thigh again as you whimpered. you started to pool yourself as you thought of dirty things.. the stuff you’d let him do to you. he looked at you as he pulled your dress up to your panties, your garter and stockings exposing as you straddled him down. you sat on his crotch as you cupped his cheeks giggling, “someone is still jealous..” you said playing with his hair as he gropped your ass, spanking it. you moaned as he pulled down your dress your tits exposing as you hid your face against the crook of his neck. “yet you make comments and you’re shy.. don’t worry, something will get to you and you won’t forget about it.” he whispered in your ear as you looked at him.

you wanted him now, badly in this car you couldn’t care less who would drive by and see you but he wanted to keep you needy and pressured. you panties becoming more soaked as you imagined yourself what he’d do to you. he grabbed you by the back of your neck as he grabbed your jaw kissing you, you widened your eyes as you kissed back cupping his cheeks. you were wearing lipstick but at this point who cares if it got smothered, he pulled you up as you were now sitting up. your butt covering his crotch as you felt something poking, you began to teasingly push your hips against his crotch.

he groaned in between the kiss as he moved his way to your neck, kissing and licking on your neck. you gripped onto his white longsleeve shirt as you felt him sucking and biting against your skin, your hands making his sleeve get all wrinkled. you whined as you whimpered in between the love marks he left on you, you ran your hand through his hair as he started to kiss on your chest. you leaned your head back grinding yourself against his crotch as you moaned when his hand had groped yout tit.

he stopped as you froze looking at him, “w-why’d you sto-“ you got cut off yet again as he placed his finger in your lips, “shhh.. now sit back down. we’re just getting started.” he said as he chuckled at your expressions as he watched your eyes widen, he sat you back down on the passenger seat. your mind was fussy and you felt drunk from the small little session, you pouted as you fixed your dress putting your seatbelt back on. he looked at you as you looked back he grabbed your chin, “such a little brat.. letting other men touch you.” he said as he swiped off the lipstick from your lips with his thunbs, your face all red from blushing as he slapped your inner thigh one last time before he began to drive back home.

the car drive back to the rental home was quiet, a jealous gavi and then there was you who was impatient and needy from what had happened minutes ago. once you two got home you tried to walk with your heels but he had gotten inside before you did, you took your heels off and walked away quickly from him as he yanked you to him carrying you. “what the fuck! i can walk you idiot!” you shouted as your ass was in the air and you started kicking your legs around, he spanked your ass hard enough as you moaned out in pleasure before he closed the door throwing you on the bed, you groaned as your back hit the sheets. you watched him untie his shirt as he was shirtless infront of you, you swallowed nervously as he towered over you.

“you just don’t learn dont you.. flirting infront of me and letting men touch you.. what a slut.” he said as he slapped your clothed tit once again, he grabbed your chin kissing you deeply as you kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck. you pulled him closer as he had his hands resting next to your head, he continued kissing you as you lifted your hips up grinding against him, you were so desperate and in need of wanting him but this was a punishment. “look at you.. a little brat and you’re grinding all up against my cock.” he said chuckling before pulling the straps down of your dress as you blushed heavily.

he kissed you again as he pulled your dress down your tits being exposed, he dragged your black satin dress all the way down to your ankles before tossing it to the side. your garter including your black lace stockings. he pulled off the garter belt from you tossing it to the side as you wore a matching thong with it. you blushed heavily as he admired your body. he kissed you one more time as you cupped his cheeks, your legs pulling him in as they wrapped around his torso. he grinded against you as his crotch hit against your soaking-clothed cunt. and this was just the beginning too..

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“suck on it. you’re not done yet.” he said spanking your ass as his tongue continued to suck on your clit, you nodded your head quickly as you were a moaning mess underneath him. you spat down on his cock as you took him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down slowly as your tongue swirled around the base. he moaned lowly as he continued to devour you into his mouth, you kept moaning underneath him while sucking him off. you were already shaking from the orgasm you had after he had fingered you now your second one was approaching. you were so drunk in the pleasure you recieved, you began to grind your hips against his tongue as you started tearing up, he held onto your ass. “fuuuckkk.. keep doing that baby. you’re so pretty.” he said as he spanked your ass harshly, you moaned loudly into his cock as he groaned sending a vibration through him.

“a-am gonna..” you said gripping onto his thighs as your motion slowed down due to your moans and your moving, he slapped your ass again as he lifted his hips up thrusting into your mouth. you widened your eyes as gags and whimpers left your mouth, “nobody told you to stop, look at you crying over my cock now.” he said as he spanked your ass again, you whined as you kept grinding yourself before releasing yourself as you but that wasn’t the thing.. gavi wouldn’t stop unless he came as well. he grabbed your hips pushing your ass down as he sucked onto your clit again, you moaned loudly again as you were now shaking uncontrollably from your 2nd orgasm, you bobbled your head deeper swirling your tongue around as you used your free hand to stroke him slowly.

you kept moving your head up and down around him as he kept eating you out, he started twitching in your mouth as you began to bobble your head quicker. the quicker you went, the more saliva started to run down your mouth to your chin. you deepthroated him one more time as you rested your mouth, swirling your tongue around as he groaned loudly gripping and slapping onto your ass as he flickered his tongue in and out of your soaking hole. you move your head away as you sucked on the tip stroking him slowly as he groaned, “g-god you’re mouth is so..” he said as you felt his warmness fill up your mouth hitting the back of your throat as you arched your back slightly, before swallowing it as you felt your stomach starting to burn. you whined before lifting yourself up again as he pulled you off and looked at you. your eyes were all glossy, your lip stick all smothered even more, tear stains on your cheeks, hickeys marked from neck to chest.

you sat there shaking as he chuckled, “stimulated aren’t you?” he said as you rolled your eyes “f-fuck you.” you breathed out, as he glared at you. “no no baby.. am the one doing that aren’t i? now come and sit on my face again.” he said as you swallowed nervously, your clit was over sensitive but with the stomach burn and your thoughts, you climbed up to his face as you rested your legs next to his head. he held onto your hips as you mewled out feeling his tongue enter your hole again, you held onto a handful of his hair feeling his tongue explore your insides. he sucked onto your clit as his hands roamed through your body, groping onto your tits. you felt yourself on cloud 9, you were so tired but this was something you always had thought about. he spread your sides open a little more as he flickered his tongue on your clit as you spasmed moaning loudly.

you gripped onto his hair leaning your head back at the warmness filling your tongue. “k-keep doing th..at..” you breathed out as a knot started to built up in your stomach again. your vision going black as your eyes were starting to tear up, your thighs trembling worse than before as you moaned out his name constantly before grinding your hips against his face. you gripped tighter onto his hair as you grunted feeling him smack your tits as he groaned into your mouth from your grip. you moved your hips quickly again him as you moaned loudly feeling yourself get closer. you continued to move your hips against your tongue as you let yourself go, moaning breathlessly. you panted as you got off him before you fell on the bed still trembling before he towered over you.

“this is going to be a long night just for you.. to get your reminder that you belong only to me.” he whispered into your ear as you nodded your head quickly before he rammed himself inside of you without a warning, you moaned loudly digging your nails into his wrist as you teared up before he started to thrust himself into you. “god.. you’re so fucking.. tight around me.” he said groaning as he gripped onto your tit. yep.. this was for sure going to be a longgg night..

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after 3 rounds of such positions from back-talking you were stimulated to the point you were damping the sheets he made you squirt many times, even filled you up with his cum. you found yourself laying in your own puddle again as the sound of skin to skin happened again, he was pounding into you as his hand slowly wrapped around your neck, you giggled between your moans as he smirked looking down at you. the two of you were sweaty and hot from the session, you were on your 4th orgasm about to approach your 5th one, you were shaking tremendously as he pushed down on your stomach looking down at his print. you moaned louder as he pressed down onto your stomach and kept hitting your g-spot. “keep d-doing that.. y-you’re so.. g-good.” you said as between his hard thrusts as you were exhausted, from the pleasure. “look at you. brain all fucked up.. god such a gorgeous mess i made.” he said holding your neck a little tighter as you choked on your moans, moaning uncontrollably from the pace he had you in.

once he felt himself close he began to thrust quicker than he was into you, you screamed out in pleasure as you scratched his back. “i-i love y-you so much..” you whispered as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, you were crying from the pleasure and the pain even the over sensitivity. gavi leaned closer to you as he pressed down on your neck, you choked on your moans as your vision started to get blurry. god that turned him on even more as he thrusted even harder into you, watching your eyes roll back. he let go of your neck as he leaned closer to your neck burrying his face, “you’ve been such a good slut.. gonna cum in you again and fill you up one last time.” he said into your ear as he bit onto your earlobe, you moaned out as you held onto his torso. “p-pablo! a-am so.. c-close..” you said struggling with your words and trying to keep up as he smirked chuckling at your stuttering. “me too baby..” he said as he gripped tighter on your hips moving deeper into you.

he straddled your face as he looked into your eyes, you tried to look at him but your eyes were so glossy and fucked from the pleasure. your juices were coated on his pelvis as the sound scattered throughout the room. “who fucks you this good hm? tell me.” he said whispering into your ear as you were too busy distracted on your climax, you couldn’t even think from your mind being full and fuzzy, “answer me you brat.” he said as he smacked your breast, you whimpered as you looked at him. “y-you..” you mumbled as he thrusted harder than he did into you, “speak up hermosa, i can’t hear you.” he said chuckling as you arched your back, “y-you! o-only you!” you cried out moaning louder than usual as he pounded into you quickly, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you cupped his cheeks tearing up. “i’m g-gonna..” you breathed out as he locked eyes with you, “cum all over me baby.” he said as you spasmed all over him, the sheets dampening beneath you as his warmness shot up inside of you.

you breathed heavily as he filled you up with his cum. he rested his forehead on yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding his cheek. he smiled kissing your cheek, “i-i love you..” he whispered out as he pulled out laying down next to you before cleaning you up, minutes later.. his arm straddled you, you were now in his touch as your head was resting on his chest. “i love you t-too..” you said before passing out from exhaustion. he looked down at you chuckling as he fell asleep cuddling you.

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honeytae · 3 years

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I didn’t know you had a thing for bandanas.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIV! omg how do i even start...you’re not only one of my favorite people on this site but literally one of my favorite souls on this earth. you radiate warmth, wit, and yes...thottery :) so of course i had to write some grammys tae smut for you, right? of course i did. i love you so much, i hope you have a fabulous day and i’m sending you so so many hugs! happiest of birthdays to you @taetaespeaches, my sister wife, my twin flame, the best honey boy min enthusiast, my favorite wholesome thot! i love you i love you i love you <3

genre: smut (ofc)

warnings: GRAMMYS TAEHYUNG, suggestive texting mentions, tae’s a Tease™️, heavy petting and groping, grinding/dry humping, fingering, brief nipple play, there’s a handjob or two, unprotected sex (stay safe!), mild dirty talk and profanity, this is pretty much just filth i do apologize

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“Oh my god.”

Huffing, you tossed your phone back onto the counter, staring back at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, lips parted in disbelief. You could not believe Taehyung, truly. He could be a tease, of course, but tonight he was on another level.

The number of photos, that could only be described as none other than thirst traps, you’d been sent throughout the night was dizzying.

Spanning from the time he was getting ready for the Grammy’s red carpet to when he was backstage in that goddamn bandana for the Old Town Road performance, you’d already stashed them in a hidden folder, pulling them back up on your screen whenever your brain drifted to them again. Which, admittedly, had been a lot over the past few hours.

Despite traveling overseas for the award ceremony together, you could not attend the show with him for obvious reasons. Truly, you didn’t mind. You weren’t about the glitz and glamour anyway; but fuck, he really wasn’t making it easy on you.

In addition to the multiple professionally taken shots of your boyfriend at the show beginning to circulate, your texting conversation with him consisted of only attachment after attachment at this point, eyes practically bulging out of your head with each scroll of your thumb and hooking you in for more in his absence from your hotel room.

And that had been your only activity for the night until you decided to part from the television and get ready for bed.

Groaning when your phone began buzzing repeatedly on the marble, you set the washcloth you’d been running over your face atop the surface, peeking at the screen and rolling your eyes when you saw your boyfriend’s name across the top of it.

Swiping your thumb across the flashing display, you lifted the phone to your ear, leaning your stomach against the counter as you mumbled a greeting.

“Hey, why didn’t you respond?” He asked immediately, making you chuckle at his bluntness.

“I’m still processing the information you’ve provided me with, Tae.” You responded, hearing the man’s deep chuckle reverberate through the device.

“What information is that, love?”

You could hear the amused teasing in his voice, smug grin prominent on his face as he awaited your reply.

“The endless shirtless selfies, Taehyung. That is the information I’m referencing.” You said, thinking back on the several attachments you’d gotten notifications for over the course of the night, each time Taehyung was changing his outfit followed by a photo of him nearly naked in the mirror backstage.

“I thought they were tasteful.” He teased, giggling when you groaned on the other side of the call.

“Biting your lip while gripping your bulge? Oh yeah, I’m sure Army’s would agree. Very tasteful.” You teased back, the man humming deeply.

“I don’t share those things with Army though, because those are for you only.” He smirked, you mirroring his hummed reply with a slight smile.

“When are you coming back?” You asked, tapping your fingernails against the surface beside the basin of the sink.

“We need to do one more interview, then we can leave.” He answered, a member of the staff speaking in the background followed by Hoseok’s laugh ringing out through the room.

You sighed in response, quiet enough that you thought he wouldn’t hear it. That thought was proven wrong almost immediately as he chuckled, the phone shuffling in his grip as the voices in the background turned to muffled noise.

“What’s wrong, hm? Miss me?” He lowered his voice to presumably not be heard by others, his husky tone causing you to swallow a harsh gulp, thankful you weren’t video calling so you could play along with his little game.

“Mm, not particularly. I just wanted to play GTA with Kook.” You teased, smirking at Taehyung’s scoff, hairs raising on your arms as he chuckled into the phone and through your speaker.

“Alright. Well, you can expect Kook soon.” He said, tone smug as he heard the breath hitch in your throat.

“Love you.” He murmured into the phone before abruptly hanging up, leaving you clutching your phone with a racing heart as you anticipated your boyfriends’ arrival.

Trying to fight the now strengthened desire for your man, you blocked out the images from tonight along with the tone of his deep honeyed voice through the phone the best you could, reaching for your soap pump with a sigh.

“Unbelievably rude.”

The silence of your room was awfully loud as you drew out the remaining steps of your skincare routine, hoping that if you took long enough then there would be less empty waiting time for your boyfriend. Your incredibly attractive boyfriend who you could not wait to get your hands on.

Your eyes continually darted to the timestamp on your lock screen, sighing each time as only a few minutes had passed since the last time you checked.

If Taehyung could see how desperate you were acting right now, he’d surely have that god damn smirk on his face, one that would probably have your jeans unbutton themselves beyond your own control.

Heaving another sigh, you distractedly stretched your neck from side to side, scrunching your face up in a grimace at the resulting snaps.

The closing of your eyes combined with the loud rush of water from the faucet seemed to drown out the sounds you’d eagerly been waiting for, nearly jumping out of your skin at the sudden addition of Taehyung next to you through the reflection of the mirror above the sink.

His hair was still styled over that black and white patterned bandana, matching with the shirt that exposed just a touch of his bicep and a whole lot of his chest.

Despite the immediate salivating of your tongue, you kept your shocked expression on your face, breathing out his name as you leaned a hand on the counter beside you.

“Fuck, you scared me.” You placed your other hand over your heart, Taehyung grinning before reaching his arm out to pull you into his chest, pressing a kiss to each cheek before leaning back to smile at you.

“Sorry, love. Ended up leaving a little earlier.” He explained, smirking as your eyes glued to the bandana still tucked under the hair over his forehead.

“Hm, I don’t mind.” You said, blowing a breath past your lips at the man’s appearance.

“What?” Taehyung asked in reference to the action, his eyes blinking back at you as your hand traced over his long hair curled to perfection.

“You look really fucking good right now. Not that I need to tell you that.” You mumbled distractedly, fixing the strip of fabric laying over the top of his forehead, Taehyung teasingly raising his eyebrows at you with a swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“No, please do.” He said smugly, causing you to snap out of your lust-struck daze as you tapped at his shoulder with a snort.

“What an ass.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” He responded, smoothly trailing his fingers down a bit lower to rest on your butt and gently grope the globes, pulling you flush to his chest as his darkened eyes held contact with yours.

“Can you ever get your head out of the gutter?” You tried to say, gasps escaping every few words as he began pushing your hips into his, effectively grinding his erection into you.

“Hm,” he pretended to ponder for a moment, “with you, no.” He said, placing his hand on your jaw to pull you into a long-awaited kiss, soft yet sensual in the way he smoothed his lips over yours.

Your breath caught in your throat as Taehyung’s hand slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, letting his thumb glide over your clit as his tongue invaded your mouth.

The action was needy, as was the manner his fingers gathered the slick leaking between your folds to push up to fill your hole. Taehyung swallowed your moans as his fingers played in your pussy, his deep chuckles vibrating against you while his fingers dutifully pumped into your entrance.

“Like that, baby?” He mumbled against your bottom lip, your mouth hanging open as you whined incoherently in response. He groaned at the spasming of your walls around his appendages, leaning his forehead against yours as he backed you up against the counter to stabilize your increasingly wobbly legs.

“God, you drive me crazy.” He grunted, rutting his hips into your thigh as you moaned his name once again.

Squealing as he suddenly withdrew his hands from your underwear and lifted you up on the counter by your hips, you watched with raised brows as the man ripped your pajama bottoms and panties down your legs, easily tossing them onto the tile floor and leaving your lower half bare on the cold marble counter beside the sink.

“Eager, are we?” You murmured, Taehyung smirking as he shuffled out of his pants, his boxers soon to follow as you took the liberty of removing his t-shirt from your torso.

“And you aren’t?” He posed, taking the shirt from your hands and tossing it somewhere below him in the mess of clothes piling up beside his feet. Tugging you by the thighs, he smiled as you helped him by scooting to the edge of the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck as his own hands landed on your lower back.

“I didn’t say that.” You said, fingers tousling the fluffy hair at the crown of his head as he hummed, playing around with the clasp of your bra until it released with a small sound, the cups immediately releasing your breasts as he pulled the straps down your arms.

“I consider it a good thing that we can’t keep our hands off each other.” He shrugged, gently prying your arms from around his neck to successfully remove the bra dangling from your wrists, pressing kisses to the pulse points of your wrists before laying them down in your lap as his hands instead landed on your breasts.

You sighed as his thumbs easily circled your nipples, his eyes glued to your chest as he watched the buds twist into peaks with a small grin.

“So pretty.” He whispered, making you blush as you distractedly reached for his dress shirt, snapping the buttons out of the holes in a haste to see his bare chest. The task proved to be difficult with Taehyung’s increasing pressure on your nipples, a knowing smirk on the man’s face as your pleading eyes desperately darted to his own.

“Tae, this shirt is really testing my patience.” You sighed, the man chuckling as he reluctantly removed his hands from your chest to assist you in unbuttoning the shirt that had nearly killed you while watching him perform a couple of hours ago.

As soon as he undid the fifth or sixth button down, your hands were on the revealed skin, feeling him like a madwoman as he lovingly chuckled at your actions. Tossing the loose material to the floor, he finally stood before you completely naked, placing a hand on the back of your head to guide you to his lips in yet another heated kiss.

Taehyung hummed deep in his throat as you reached down to pump his fully erect cock in your hand, taking the hint as you lined him up at your entrance with a push of your other hand on his shoulder.

“Love you so much.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his hips forward to sink into you, each inch providing you with a delicious burn as you let your head rest on his shoulder, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head as he finally fit himself snugly inside of you.

Starting off slow, he only slightly moved his cock back before pushing it in again, causing you to mewl as he started teasingly circling his hips inside of you. The grinding was nice, sure, but it gave you no real relief. Which he was perfectly aware of.

“Fuck me harder, Tae.” You whimpered out as he continued sensually grinding into you, taking your bottom lip into your mouth as he stopped his actions completely.

“Hm? What was that, love?” He cockily raised his brows at you, grinning at the look of pure frustration on your face.

“Fuck me harder. Taehyung.” You practically spat out, the man tutting at your tone.

“Where are your manners, love?”

“Tae,” you whined, “please just fuck me.” You begged, Taehyung simpering as he picked up your calves, resting your legs in the crooks of his elbows to push your knees to your chest and effectively spread you wider for him.

Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock, praising you with a moan of your name as he tilted his head up toward the ceiling.

With you leaning forward to kiss his jaw, Taehyung broke eye contact with the vent in the ceiling, instead focusing on you as he continued rolling his hips into yours. His eyes held yours with intense force, only faltering with a flutter of his eyelids when your walls began spasming around him.

“Shit, I love your pussy, baby.” He breathed, placing his lips back on yours when you responded with a wanton moan, placing his hands on your hips to glide you along his length in addition to the force he pounded into you with.

You whimpered at the sudden speed in which his hips slapped into yours along with the depths he managed to hit with the angle, clutching onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself as he groaned your name.

“Fuck, oh my god.” You cried as he sped up the pace of his hips, gradually working himself up into an almost inhumane speed as he quite literally attempted to split you open with his cock. His grunts punctuated each thrust, hot breaths fanning out onto your neck as he buried his face in your skin.

“T-tae.” You stuttered as the tip of his cock repeatedly tapped at your cervix, Taehyung responding with a deep moan as he glanced down between your bodies, eyes glued to where you met over and over again as your walls tightened the hardest they had yet around him.

“Cum, baby.” He panted, lifting his eyes to watch your own squeeze shut with a gasp, the man himself falling over the edge at the sight. Nothing could ever get him off like watching you orgasm.

As he hastily pulled out of you, you whined at the sudden emptiness in your core, leaning your head back against the mirror in exhaustion as your droopy eyes watched him jerk his cock using your slick, only a few moments passing before translucent white liquid shot out from his tip and onto your stomach.

Sitting up from the mirror, you fell into Taehyung’s arms, the man chuckling a bit as he rubbed his palm over your spine.

“I love you.” He murmured, breaths finally evening out as he held you in his arms, your own loosely wrapped around his waist with your fingers caressing the skin of his hip.

“I love you too,” you leaned back to look at him, forehead pressing to his as you gave him a lazy smile, “and I’m so proud of you. You were amazing tonight.” You said, swiping his long bangs out of his eyes as he shyly grinned at you, his flustered reaction at your words causing you to giggle fondly.

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you.” He admitted, misty eyes making you cup his cheeks as you pressed your lips to the plush skin on either side of his nose.

“Of course you could have. You’re amazing Tae, don’t underestimate that.” You soothed, the man’s lips quirking up slightly as he tipped his chin to place his lips on yours.

“Okay.” He whispered against your bottom lip, chuckling breathily when you began pressing feather-light kisses to his lips, exaggerating them with loud “muah”s making Taehyung’s eyes shut as he laughed.

“You good?” You asked, his irises sparkling back at you as he nodded in confirmation.

“I’m great.” He said, reaching up to push his hair back off his forehead, the copious amounts of gel his stylists had put in his hair throughout the night defying the action and making it fall back onto the skin anyway.

“Good. Now clean your cum off my stomach, I wanna go to bed.”

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ what is love? - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, 6thmemberofitzy!reader, shy!mark and shy!reader, fluff bc that’s what i’m best at LOL, another request :), just enjoy <3

REQUEST | “hii i read ur electric love fic w jisung and i really loved it :DD could you do the same for mark ? still as the 6th member of itzy ofc :D” - my lovely anon <3

SUMMARY | he wonders what is love, but finds the answer in you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “what is love” by twice (english lyrics by genius translations)! ANOTHER REQUEST HDSFKLDSJHF IM SO SO SO SO EXCITED! i wanted to change up the setting so it’s still 6th member itzy, but not in weekly idol :P ALSO this was inspired by when nct dream, itzy, and stray kids sat next to each each other in that one award show so yeah lolol. IM SO SORRY I LOST THE MESSAGE WHERE MY ANON ASKED FOR IT BUT I STILL WROTE IT FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, NEVER BE SHY TO DM ME ;)

what is love?

mark knew the general idea of it; the sappy moments movies show, the “butterflies in your stomach” feeling books portray, the pain and hardships songs make you feel.

but he’s never been in love, at least not like this.

❝ how could it be as sweet as candy? ❞

training at such a young age molded mark into the perfect idol, and with that he was fully aware dating would look bad to the public. he accepted the fact that he might never find love, all to help achieve his dream.

but as cheesy as it sounds, the canadian wished to be loved.

yes he was loved by his members, his family, his friends, his fans; but the type of love he longed for was something none of them could give him.

mark wanted to feel the sweetness of being in love, the giddiness you’d feel whenever you talk to them, the pounding of your heart whenever they’re near. he wanted to experience the overwhelming need to be with that person, like if they’re gone for too long it’s like you can’t breathe.

was being in love like making a song for the very first time? or was it like eating watermelon all the time?

so many questions with no answers, the boy left to wander in his own thoughts.

❝ how it’s like flying in the sky? ❞

he smiled bittersweetly as the newly wed couple danced around in confetti, the sound of laughter and cheers resonating around the room. one of nct’s managers that had been with them since the beginning invited them to her wedding, to which the team obviously accepted.

all 23 of them were happy for their noona who found her happy ending. mark could only watch in awe at the sight of the two lovebirds, the love and adoration for the other evident in the way they looked at each other.

his heart tugged a bit knowing he wanted something like that too.

“being in love is like flying in the sky.” his manager explained to the boy as a makeup artist experimentally brushed strokes on her face. it was a couple hours before the ceremony when mark knocked on her hotel door, wanting to visit his favorite noona before she finally said ‘i do’.

his question left his mouth before mark could fully register what he was about to say, the poor boy flushing a bit as the woman laughed at him.

“are you in love mark? is that why you’re asking me how i knew i was in love?” she teased as mark stutterd, denying her accusation.

“n-no i swear!” he said as his manager continued laughing, the makeup artist having to pause a bit to let her get it all out. “i’m just curious.” mark said quietly trying to stop the heat from rushing up to his cheeks.

“well being in love is a magical feeling.” the woman said, turning a bit serious. mark sat up straight as he listened intently. “when you realize you love someone, it can be a scary thing. love isn’t perfect mark, and i want you to know that. there are moments where you want to scream and rip your hair out, or cry to let it all out.”

the boy nodded in understanding, having a bit of knowledge from all the good breakup songs taylor swift writes about.

“but it can also change your whole world.” she continued on. “it’s like seeing the world again for the very first time and the colors are more vibrant. it’s like having a permanent reason to be happy, and a reason to stay.” she explained as the mark sat quietly trying to comprehend it all.

❝ i wanna know know know know, what is love? ❞

the poor boy’s head couldn’t wrap around the thought of you.

his heart hammered in his chest as he secretly glanced at you, desperately trying to avoid suspicion from fans and his members. you were just too breathtaking, having the canadian looking back for more.

the moment he first laid eyes on you, it was like an epiphany. you were the answer to all his questions.

so this is what it feels like, mark thinks to himself as he looks back on all the things he’s heard about love.

the butterflies, the pounding of your heart, the “seeing the world in a whole new perspective”, mark felt everything and as much as he felt excited, he was scared.

as harmless as it sounds, award shows were a risky thing for idols. being surrounded by fans of different groups as well as said groups themselves always seemed to cause a bit of a stir between fans.

between dating rumors and rumors about beef between two idols, anything could happen.

but usually mark would be okay. he’s been doing this for a long time and knew how to behave.

however what he didn’t expect was to see you, the tiny rookie idol from the newly debuted girl group ‘itzy’.

nct 127’s table was right next to yours which let mark have a clear view of your pretty eye smile as you laughed at something lia had whispered into your ear. your laugh was bubbly and contagious, the boy having to physically stop himself from wanting to laugh too.

he was panicking, but mark couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way.

❝ what does love feel like? ❞

your breath hitched as you saw the boy sneak glances at you from the corner of your eye.

the mark lee was looking at you, your heart racing as you tried to deny the fact that he was staring you down. there was no way the dude you’ve looked up to your entire trainee life is noticing you, no way at all.

everyone has heard of mark lee even if you weren’t into kpop. he was just that iconic.

you’ve been an nctzen since the very beginning, being there for nct u’s debut stage. in fact, nct was the very reason you decided to audition to become an idol in the first place. you looked up to the team but more importantly you looked up to a certain canadian in the group.

originally doyoung was your bias in nct when nct u first came out. but as the years passed by you found yourself more and more intrigued by mark, having him absolutely wreck your bias list.

since then you’ve been a loyal mark stan, even rapping his part in cherry bomb for your audition tape which ultimately led you to become an idol yourself.

you refused to believe you were in love with the dude, not knowing a single thing about him. there was no way you could love him, not if you’ve never even met the boy.

but your heart seemed to prove you wrong as it beat wildly knowing mark was sitting right there on the table next to you.

“you okay bubs?” lia asked in a worried tone, leaning in to whisper into your ear. she saw the way your leg bounced in a fast rhythm, knowing you only did that when you were nervous.

you forced a smile as you hesitantly looked her way, knowing that she could take one look into your eyes and know you were lying. “i'm fine unnie, don’t worry about me.” you replied as sweetly as you could, wishing the elder wouldn’t notice a thing.

though you two and yeji were the eldest in the group, all being born in the year 2000, you were the baby of the unnie line. lia and yeji knew you the best, having grown up with you after all.

the girl only gave you a look before taking your hand in hers to give a soft squeeze. “i know you’re lying but i won’t push you. also mark lee from nct 127 is totally checking you out.” lia said, whispering a bit on the last part. she winked as you flushed, looking away in horror.

johnny nudged the boy next to him with a small smirk, clearly seeing the heart eyes he was giving the girl in the table next to them. mark jumped a bit at the feeling, looking at his hyung with confusion.

“so y/n of itzy?” johnny said with a small smile as the younger immediately sat up straight.

“is it that obvious?” mark whispered back with a hint of fear in his eyes.

if any of the fans were to get a hold of this… the boy could only shiver at the thought.

johnny’s playful smile dropped a bit at mark’s worried look knowing how he must feel. they were idols after all.

“don’t worry, i only noticed because she was looking back at you too.” he said, mark flushing at the revelation.

“really?” he asked a little out of it.

“i say talk to her after this?” the elder said, laughing a bit when mark jumped in his seat, immediately saying no.

❝ will love come to me someday? ❞

“unnie why are you making me stay in the dressing room~” you whined as the end of the award show came along.

you just wanted to go home, your body worn out. not from all the dancing but from the way it viciously pounded in your chest whenever you ever thought about mark.

lia only smirked in retaliation as she brought a hand up to squish your cheeks. “trust me, you’ll thank me later.” she said as she walked out of the dressing room, bumping into a 6 foot tall boy with a smaller boy behind him.

“oops sorry.” she said a little playfully, as lia gave a wink to johnny knowing their plan was going accordingly. johnny only gave her a small smile, but if you looked closely you could see the mischief in his eyes.

“hyung where are we going?” mark asked, a little weirded out by the two’s interaction. johnny only ignored the boy, dragging him by his arm as they walked down the hallway.

“hyung i swear if this is a prank i’ll-” mark’s words were cut off as the two entered a door, only to see your confused face staring back at him.

“oh shit.” he cursed under his breath, a little taken aback from how beautiful you were. one whole award show later and you were still as gorgeous as when he first saw you sitting down in the table next to his.

your confused face quickly turned to an embarrassed one as you noticed the boy, turning another shade of red when you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“hi y/n, my name is johnny and this is my band mate mark.” the taller boy said, holding his hand out in a handshake.

“h-hi i’m y/n.” you stuttered, not expecting to see the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for the past two hours to be right in front of you.

mark gawked at the sight of you, his mind malfunctioning as the words seemed to get stuck at the tip of his tongue.

“markie right here has something he wants to ask you.” johnny said, pushing the younger in front of him with a grunt.

this seemed to knock him right out of his trance, a hand coming up to the back of his neck as he stared down at the floor with pink cheeks.

“do you maybe wanna-”

“yes.” you blurted out, a hand covering your mouth in shock. “i-if you were gonna ask if i wanted to hang out sometime, the answer is yes.” you said a little shyly as the boy smiled.

all this time mark thought he was gonna find love, but maybe love found him instead.

“i’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow evening.” mark said with a sweet smile as he took a step back only to be pushed back up again by johnny.

“you don’t even have her number you dumbass.” the elder scolded, disappointed at how dumb the boy was.

your laughter caught both of the boy’s attention as you put your hand out with a small smile. “you want my number or nah?”

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dagss · 2 years

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What did you think of this year's Césars? PS: I've been watching your movie recs andI loved Adieu Les cons, Gazon maudit and Raw. Zone Blanche is also ridiculously great.

u mean the winners or the ceremony itself ahah? (both weren't that great idk, although the ceremony was hosted by antoine de caunes my meowmeow ksjksjksj)

last year i had seen most of the movies and it's so cool to watch award shows when you know about every movie, but this year i missed a lot of them and only watched the women directed ones so i was out of the loop for most wins, mostly for illusions perdues which won a bunch of categories but i still don't feel like watching it idk 😢 i had watched all the shorts but my favorite ones (des gens biens & le départ) didn't win, sobz. my fav animated short (le monde en soi) didn't win either but the actual winner (folie douce, folie dure) sounds dope, ngl. will watch it.

so happy that valerie lemercier got the best actress one tho, she's so funny she deserves it for her whole career,,, still gotta watch aline tho.

i'm also kind of disappointed la fracture didn't get many noms/wins because it was legit amazing and highlighted a huge systemic problem with french healthcare so idk if you'd relate as a foreigner but it's still a really powerful watch!! lots of anguish and despair, chef's kiss

on another note there's also a small polemic rn on filmtwt about the way the animated movie category got shortened and the winners' speeches were rushed by management, because the program was like 30 mins behind schedule. personally, that felt really wrong to me since animation already lacks room to exist in this ceremony and more generally it lacks recognition in french cinema. i just sat there trying to listen to the super important points the animators were trying to make while the crowd and host were ostentatiously annoyed at the speech being "too long"... it literally wasn't.

also disappointed for adam driver who came all the way here, sat through 3 hours of lame french jokes and didn't win anything 💀

there was a lot of positive things too tho, it was way less boring than other years, the sparks performed so may we start live (i sang my heard out ngl), omar sy was there and made people dance, xavier dolan read a tear-jerking homage letter to gaspard ulliel (dunno if you know who that is but he's an actor who recently died from an accident and it was so sudden and shocking coz he was only 37), cate blanchett's speech was admirable and she spoke french my love!! (even though she told people to shut the fuck up lmao that's going to be a meme on french twitter now)

the extra positive thing is that, despite getting many noms, bac nord didn't win anything, and that's great since neonazi scums reclaimed it almost immediately after it came out & the (white) director didn't want to clarify, nor admit his movie was political, nor acknowledge it had an obvious right-wing vibe about its depiction of poc and Paris' poor districts 🙄 i don't know if i'm gonna watch that one, regardless of the director's initial intentions, his reaction to justified criticism really bothers me, and so i'm glad it didn't win 'cause the nazis were like: >:(

anyway i think i'll add onoda, maalbeek, folie douce, folie dure, aline & le sommet des dieux to my watchlist. from the nominated movies i'd already seen, i'd recommend la fracture, the father (obvi) & annette (i hated most of the songs tho ksjksksksj). oh and also boîte noire was super cool and i love pierre niney!! (i might have said that already i think???)

i'm so glad you liked my previous recommendations, ah!!! was gazon maudit funny to you? i'm so scared the humor might get lost and the movie might feel weird to people from other cultures 😭 i'm especially glad you like zone blanche omg, even in francophone countries people don't talk often about it, smh.

#asks #amy passion films

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angelz-dust · 4 years

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masters of none (jason todd x reader)

summary: welcome to my jason x celebrity fic, based on this headcanon. pls enjoy.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: gun mention. food mention.

part 2

626 bedford avenue

baby let's have a conversation and god forbid we have a connection

...

"are you sure? i don't wanna leave your here alone," dex had said to you as he put his jacket on. the two of you were in the studio when he got a sudden invite to a party.

"i'll be fine. i just wanna finish this track tonight. or attempt to, i guess," you explained, spinning in your chair to face him. you watched as he used his wooden military brush to fix his waves. "everyone else is going so you should go."

"you should also go," he chuckled, shaking his head before sighing and pocketing the brush. "at least let me take you home now."

"i have to finish this, dex. seriously. just go," you told him, turning back around to face the monitor.

"fine, but i'm coming back when it's over and i'm taking you home. i don't care if you're not done or passed out on the couch," he told you firmly, grabbing his keys off the coffee table. "are you hungry? i can get you something to eat."

"i already ate."

you did not, but you weren't hungry. you were too invested in working to be hungry. you'd eat later when he picked you up.

"alright. make sure the doors are locked when i leave. you know where the gun is, right?" he asked and you lifted your arm up, giving him a thumbs up. you had your headphones back on and were about to focus on that again. he rolled his eyes before leaving, making sure the doors were locked himself.

your work in progress played loudly in your ears as you stared at the meticulously placed loops on the monitor. you didn't like hearing your own voice but you loved the rush of putting together the puzzle that was a song, so you let it go. you worked for hours, unmoving from your spot until you felt a familiar tingle make place in your temples. a hunger headache was coming on and staring at the monitor, probably without blinking, wasn't helping.

it was midnight and dex probably wouldn't get back until 2 or 3. you weren't sure if you'd last that long. there were snacks in the mini fridge that could tide you over but it wouldn't be satisfying. you stood up, your legs feeling like jelly from not being used for so long. your ass had gone numb, too.

you wobbled your way to the fridge of wonders, resting on it to balance yourself as you opened it. you were looking for the yogurt you had stashed in there but...

"fucking jordy," you breathed out, recalling how he had eaten it that morning before you both left for your video with gotham insider.

...

"hey, i'm jordy rivas."

"and i'm y/n l/n."

"we're here with gotham insider and we'll be answering your burning questions."

you had a bucket filled with slips of paper in your lap as you waited for the cue to start picking. you took in your surroundings, not being able to see much with the bright lights illuminating you from above and keep everyone else in the dark. sometimes you couldn't tell if you were on set or on an operating table. jordy, your group mate, noticed that you two had plenty of questions to answer as he peered into the bucket.

how you got here was still a blur. your rise to stardom alongside your friends felt so sudden, it was hard to believe. you didn't expect to have such a large following at this point, or ever. and you never thought you'd have a band of brothers and sisters who loved music as much as you did. it was like a dream come true. not only did you have them but you were able to expand your horizons musically. you were just a below average producer before but now you produced music of all genres at such a high caliber. hell, you even sang a little now.

being a celebrity was overwhelming at times, but you loved interacting with fans or the family, as you affectionately called them. you'd take a simple q&a or fan meet over an award show or social event any day.

"alright, go ahead and start," a staff member said from behind the camera and you stuck your hand in at the same time as jordy, both pulling out a slip.

"how did you guys come up with the name cloud 9?" jordy read from his slip.

"stockholm syndrome," you said simply, getting a little laugh from jordy and some staff before he spoke up to explain.

"we were unofficially going by seven heavens before y/n and dex came along. we had just dropped music under our own names before but we couldn't really do that if we were going to do a group album so we needed a name."

"we were just producing a song each for the album," you spoke up to clarify. "i decided to call our studio session 'on cloud nine' since it fit with the theme of the group and there were nine of us working together."

"then we realized y/n and dex were geniuses and we asked them to produce the whole album," jordy chimed in with a smile. "they had already put so much work into it, so we asked them to join the label and we dropped the album as cloud 9."

best decision i ever made, you thought to yourself, a smile playing on your lips. on cloud nine took ages to produce but the results were worth it. for you, it was more than the money and the charts. creating music was a labor of love and an extension of yourself. you helped create a piece of art that you loved and allowed others to love too. it was the greatest feeling in the world.

"next question is... how do you guys decide who collaborates on what and when you do it?" you read, shrugging your shoulders softly. "we just do it on a whim. covers, singles, eps, full albums, it doesn't matter. we still operate as a group but sometimes we wanna do our own separate projects. we're in charge of ourselves so we do what we want."

the rest of the questions were pretty tame, mostly asking about your music and your label mates. occasionally they got more personal, asking about your interests and families. you both answered with enthusiasm, joking around a little and keeping certain things private when you felt necessary or when you were contractually obligated to. can't go around spilling secrets about upcoming music and other projects.

you and jordy were actually working on an album but it hadn't been announced yet. that was why you two came together, as a way of hinting at it and getting ready for promotions to come. the album was nothing like what you both normally did in a lot of different ways. the sound, the aesthetic, all of it. it was an ambitious project and you were looking forward to seeing how it would be perceived.

you were just about done with the q&a, pulling out the last question from the bucket that jordy had then ceremoniously punted out of frame.

"who is your favorite vigilante? i don't know actually. i've never thought about it," you softly clicked your tongue with a pensive look.

"i like signal," jordy answered as you thought it over. "i saw him kick ass up close one time and he has a cool costume."

"i like nightwing's costume! uniform? whatever," you said with a confused shake of the head, not really sure what to call it. "the blue bird is cool. i personally enjoy the color blue, so he gets points for that. it's a sexy shade of blue."

that last part elicited some laughter from jordy. "is that some roundabout way of you saying nightwing turns you on?"

"it's a direct way of me saying i like the color blue," you corrected him. "but yeah, he looks like he'd be hot. it has no bearing on how i feel about the blue, though. two separate feelings."

"who else is there? you got batman and robin. red robin. uh..." jordy trailed off, trying to think.

"batgirl," you supplied, getting a nod from him. "orphan? right? and uh..."

"red hood!" jordy said with a smile. "that dude is cool as hell. i like his jacket."

"doesn't he shoot people?" the staff laughed again at your delivery of the question. clearly you were on a roll today.

"he doesn't have a hood, though," you realized, looking perplexed. "why is he red hood if he doesn't have a hood? why doesn't he just call himself... red helmet?"

"because that's fucking stupid," jordy said through his laugher, shoulder bouncing. that would have to be censored in post.

"he's fucking stupid."

that too.

the staff watched as the two of you managed to go off on this tangent that had nothing to do with the original question. one of the interns looked to the camera man, who looked equally intrigued and confused at where the conversation had gone. "do we... stop them? we're going over on time."

the camera man shrugged and the manager shook her head. "god, no. do not stop them. this is gold."

"he doesn't need a hood, y/n. it's just a name. nightwing doesn't have wings," he reminded you and you rolled your eyes, a subtle pout on your lips.

"yeah but the bird does. it's still on brand. just like batman. and robin. and red robin. and signal. and batgirl," you listed matter of factly.

"what about orphan? is she an orphan?" jordy asked you with attitude.

"probably, bitch. why else would she call herself that?" you said, the both of you riled up now, hence all the sudden cursing. you two kept it (mostly) clean up until this point. "red hood is the only one off brand."

"why are you being a hater right now?" jordy asked with lopsided grimace and you rolled your eyes. "you completely derailed the conversation."

"oh, i'm sorry. i didn't realize you were on his payroll."

"red hood doesn't need payola. he's cool by himself."

"why are you dick sucking red hood?"

"don't ever say that shit again," jordy said immediately, almost cutting you off at the end of your question.

he crossed his arms, looking annoyed as you looked into the camera with a blank expression. you were trying to fight it, but a tight lipped smile appeared on your face, making you look down and scratch the tip your nose lightly with your nail. then your ear. then back down to the side of your neck. your body shook with silent laughter when you glanced at him.

"i'm sorry," you said convincingly after having collected yourself in record time, just barely getting cut off by jordy again.

"no you're not."

"no i'm not," you shook your head, your facade dropping as quickly as it was put on. "you still haven't answered the-"

"i hope red hood shoots you," he told you seriously, giving you a blank look. your jaw dropped, a surprised noise that almost sounded like laughter came out of your mouth as you looked back at the camera. you knew that he was just playing around but it didn't change the fact that it outrageously juvenile.

it was silent. you and jordy knew this was just friendly bickering but the staff weren't too sure. you rubbed the inside of your cheek with your tongue, slowly dragging it over your teeth as you contemplated his words.

red hood wouldn't actually shoot you. right? he's a bit more morally gray from what you've heard about him but he wouldn't just shoot somebody for making a joke, would he? that seemed kind of ridiculous. overkill, if you will.

your eyes darted between jordy and the camera. back at him. then the camera. jordy again. your head jerked a little in his direction before fully turning to look at him.

"do you think he'd actually shoot me?" you asked quietly, looking at him with a smile on your face as your expressions quickly mirrored each other.

"i would," he told you and you laughed, looking at the camera again.

"mr. red hood, if you're watching his, m-my bad bro," you stuttered through yours and jordy's laughter. "i was just talking shit. please don't shoot me. i-if you don't i'll uh... i'll be your bard!"

"what the fuck?" jordy cried out, hiding his face in his hands as he laughed harder.

"i will write and sing about your adventures and conquests," you pleaded with the man who definitely wasn't going to see. you made a heart by lifting your arms up and having your fingers meet at the top of your head. it was really a waste of time in hindsight but you had to cover your bases just in case he did see it. getting shot was not on your bucket list. "please don't shoot me. seriously. i didn't meant it."

"that's all the questions we had," jordy's voice was pitchy from all the laughing. "i'm jordy."

"and i'm y/n," you smiled, doing a little dance as you stayed in your heart position before waving with jordy. "byeeee!"

...

you weren't entirely sure how long you had been standing there with the door open, letting all the cold air out of the fridge. you assumed it was too long since your nipples felt hard as rocks now, which only added a layer to how uncomfortable you felt. your stomach was touching your back at this point and that headache wasn't going anywhere. and now your nipples felt like they were going to fall off. you were pretty sure exhaustion was going to start claiming on you, too.

killing yourself seemed to be the only option and what you were thinking of doing was practically suicide. you wanted to go walk to the corner store that had the yogurt. your craving was too strong. you needed it and waiting for dex was not an option. there was nothing of substance in the fridge anyway. just drinks and snacks that weren't yours to eat.

a normal person could probably do it and not die. but you were in gotham and you were convinced that the moment you opened the door killer croc or one of the penguin's goons would be waiting for you.

taking the gun would be the smart thing to do but you didn't feel comfortable walking around with it. the feeling of cold steel against your skin was unsettling and the chance of it going off on you was even scarier. yes, you would have the safety on, but that wasn't enough to ease your mind. it felt like walking around with a bomb strapped to your chest. you didn't even wanna think about it dropping it or something while you were in the store. you were sure the ock wouldn't like that.

you grabbed your keys, slipping the wristband on. you had a little card holder and pepper spray hanging off the key ring. you also had a small switchblade for all your stabbing needs. you hadn't used it for murderous intent yet and you wanted to keep it that way.

i'll have red hood put me out of my misery, you thought morbidly to yourself. maybe jordy wishing death on you this morning was a blessing in disguise because you were progressively feeling more like shit with each passing moment.

you braced yourself for the crisp nighttime air and the dangers lurking around every corner before opening the door. it was dark, as expected. you had your hands stuffed in the pockets of your sweatpants. your right hand rested right on top of your phone carefully stashed away in the black polyester pocket.

your sense of direction was, to put it lightly, dog shit, and the pitch blackness of night wasn't helping. you had your airpods in with the gps telling you where to go. if it had a mind of its own, it would probably be judging you for needing to locate a building that was 5 minutes away. nevertheless, hearing the robo voice in your ears was oddly comforting.

the walk there wasn't that bad once you got to the area with all the traffic, illuminated with fluorescent lighting from the surrounding stores. it was the first time you felt comfortable under blinding white light.

you walked into the store quietly, beelining for the cold food section. you grabbed hot fries and sour skittles on your way over for dex, wanting to soften the blow for when you told him you left the studio by yourself. you spotted the salted caramel flavor through the condensation on the glass and you could already taste the creamy treat on your tongue. you smiled to yourself, grabbing the handle to the door when you heard the automatic door to the store open, accompanied by a chime.

"hey, man, what's going on?" you heard the voice of the cashier from behind you. you grabbed your yogurt and turned around, freezing in place when you saw who had entered.

red hood!

you could hear jordy's enthusiastic voice from this morning bounce around in your head like a pinball. the man you had been talking shit about earlier was right in front of you. jesus christ, was he there for you? how did he even find you? the video hadn't even dropped yet!

he must have felt your intense gaze burning a hole in the side of his head because he turned to face you. thankfully, you slid to the side, hiding behind the chips. he knew you were there and that you had been staring at him, even though he didn't catch you in the act. you attempting to hide yourself behind the buy two, get one free mini chip bags was slightly suspicious, but to be fair, he did just walk into a public place as red hood, so he let it go. turning back to salim, the cashier, he grabbed the bag of m&m's he had slid him.

he always paid for the things he picked out when he came to the store, but salim always gave him m&m's for free. red hood kept his store and community safe, so in salim's eyes, giving him candy that only cost a dollar anyway was nothing.

you started grabbing some other snacks, slowly weaving through the aisles as to not cause alarm to the huge man standing not to far from you. you knew he was big but fuck. he was built like a freight train. probably hit like one, too.

"anyone give you trouble tonight?" you heard a voice, his voice. it was distorted behind that mask... helmet... thing. it sounded robotic. was he actually a robot? like cyborg or something?

"nah, it's been quiet tonight," salim shook his head as the vigilante grabbed a little bag of cookies from the shelf behind him, setting it on the counter before asking for a carton of cigarettes. "i heard that jewelry store on bedford ave got hit though."

bedford avenue? your studio was on bedford avenue, tucked away from the main street. the store wasn't too far from it, either. you must have been so wrapped up in working that you didn't hear the commotion because it was definitely close enough for you to hear it.

"just came from there," the vigilante informed him, his robotic voice being both intriguing and off putting to you. he walked back over with the warm cup of liquid in his gloved hand, setting it on the counter next to the cookies.

must have just missed it then, you thought to yourself, if he just came from over there. lucky me.

"you alright, honey?" salim called out to you with familiar affection. he always treated everyone who came to his store with respect and like family. he was always very sweet to you and he felt a sense of pride knowing that he had both celebrities and vigilantes frequenting his store.

"don't tell me you're trying to rob me," he added on at the end, getting the attention of red hood. he wasn't sure if salim was being serious or not. it would confirm his suspicions about your weird behavior from earlier. it would be kind of ballsy to try something while he was standing there, though.

"uh... yeah. this is a stick up. give me everything you got," you said lamely, standing on your toes to peek at him over the shelf.

salim's rich laughter filled the store and he shook his head. "just checking," he said before redirecting his attention to red hood, who loosened up when he realized it was just banter between friends.

you realized the longer you spent in the store, the later it would get. you waddled your way over to the counter with your snacks in your arms a comfortable distance away from red hood, who set cash on the counter. he looked over at you again, making you shrink under his gaze. he was essentially faceless, which was a little unsettling, to say the least. he turned away, grabbing his things and moving out of your way.

you put all of your snacks on the counter, trying to ignore the man's presence. he wasn't doing anything but being intimidating.

"you here by yourself, honey?" concern laced salim's words as he rung up your snacks. "it's a little late, isn't it?"

"oh, uh, yeah," you nodded, pulling your card out to pay. "everyone else is at a party in maywood."

as red hood was walking out, his brow furrowed when he heard what you were talking about. maywood was where all the big social events took place. he had been out there a few times with bruce. not anyone could go to a party out there so...

"ah, one of those celebrity parties you all go to, huh?" salim grinned, giving you your bag of goodies. he still felt unsure about you being by yourself, though. "hey, red! you should walk her back home."

he was almost out the door when he heard salim call out to him. he turned, looking at the both of you. you felt awkward looking at him and you quickly shook your head.

"no, no, it's fine. the studio isn't far," you told him and salim firmly shook his head in protest.

"it's late. you shouldn't have even walked here to begin with," he scolded you a little. it was just out of concern, of course. "she's a big time celebrity, you know."

you frowned at salim's description of you. not being able to read red hood's expressions to gauge how he felt about this whole thing was frustrating, too. he was probably glaring daggers at you.

"i can take you," the robotic voice said. normally he wouldn't be escorting civilians around but he was done for the night and if you really weren't that far, it wouldn't kill him to walk you back to wherever you were headed. he was in a good mood, even if it didn't appear that way.

"see? let the man take you back," salim pushed and you complied, giving him a little nod. "you two stay safe out there! i don't need my favorite customers getting hurt."

you waved goodbye to salim, turning to see that red hood had already started walking off. you quickly shuffled your way out to follow behind him.

"where are we going?" he asked, not even giving you a glance as you both stood on the sidewalk.

"bedford," you said quietly and he turned to face you, his look of disbelief hidden under the mask. why the hell would you leave? you had to have left while the heist was still going on. no wonder salim asked him to take you home. clearly you had a death wish.

"lead the way," he said to you, trailing behind you as you listened to the gps tell you where to go. you hoped he didn't have supersonic hearing or something, because needing to use the gps was still kind of embarrassing.

you two walked in silence, the sound of your plastic bags and the ambient city noises being the only sounds ringing in your ears. you felt a little safer having red hood as your temporary bodyguard but you'd rather risk dying to avoid the awkward silence.

"so big time celebrity," red hood spoke up, startling you a little. you almost thought it was the gps talking to you. "what do you do?"

he knew you were feeling awkward and probably afraid walking with him. he wasn't trying to scare you, though. he figured talking to you would ease the tension a little.

"oh, uh... music," you said simply.

what a dry response. were you expecting him to carry the whole conversation? because he wasn't.

"why are you out here and not in maywood?" he asked, carrying the conversation anyway.

"the studio is here so i'm here."

"so you're working?"

"yeah."

you were not fun to talk to. he wasn't going to hold it against you though. he himself probably didn't come off as a guy who wanted to talk.

"do you shoot just anyone?" you asked suddenly.

well that was one hell of an icebreaker. did he just shoot anyone? where the hell did that come from? were you that afraid of him?

"no," he said, hoping you couldn't hear his smile in his words. it was such an odd question to ask. "why? you think i'm gonna shoot you or something?"

"are you?" you asked panicked, whipping around to face him.

he put his hands up in mock surrender, letting out a laugh this time. "relax. you haven't given me a reason to want to shoot you. or have you?"

"i hope not," you said honestly, turning back around to continue walking.

"i'm not going to shoot some innocent girl, let alone a famous one. it's a bad look," he explained to you, hoping the humor behind his voice would make you relax a little.

"why don't you wear a hood?" your line of questioning continued. "you're red hood but you don't wear a hood."

"why do you keep asking ridiculous questions?" he asked rhetorically before answering your question anyway. "a hood doesn't protect the face."

well, that made sense, actually. it looked like that helmet thing he wore was made of metal or something. much better protection than cotton. it was still off brand but you could respect it.

"what the hell are you wearing?" the man had exclaimed suddenly, making you furrow your brows and look back at him. his gaze was down at your feet. "how did i not notice those before?"

"clearly that stupid helmet obstructs your vision," you pouted, looking down at the cute bunnies that sat on the strip of your pink slides. "they're my slides."

"they're hideous," he told you seriously and you scoffed.

what an asshole. how dare he insult your babies like that? they were minding their fucking business, chilling on your feet. they didn't asked to be attacked like this.

"you're hideous," you retorted childishly. "my bunnies are cute, thank you very much."

"how am i hideous? you can't even see me," he reminded you, tapping on his helmet.

"your outfit is hideous. you look like... i don't know. ugly. your face is probably ugly, too," you huffed, crossing your arms.

you wished you could go back in time and not apologize for insulting him earlier. he deserved it.

"you wound me," he said sarcastically, placing a hand over his heart. "how will i recover?"

"give me your gun and let's find out," you said, holding out your hand jokingly before getting it swatted away by his.

okay, fine. he wasn't that bad. you were actually kind of enjoying the conversation and so was he.

"arrived," you heard in your ears, looking up and seeing the studio right before your eyes.

you had been so wrapped up in bantering with him that you forgot what you were doing in the first place: going back to the studio. you almost felt disappointed that you were about to go your separate ways. you had just gotten comfortable.

"this is the place," you said, gesturing up to the building. "thank you for walking me here."

"try to keep your late night excursions to a minimum."

and with that, he used his grappling hook and disappeared into the shadows of the night. creepy. kinda cool but mostly creepy.

you walked around back to the side door, letting yourself back into the studio and locking up immediately afterwards. another successful snack run. now all you had to do was wait for dex to get back.

...

it had been about two weeks since your encounter with the vigilante. jason had long forgotten about it. he had been at the manor, lingering around after a meeting in the cave with bruce and his brothers. he didn't like sticking around once business was taken care of but alfred offered to make him chili dogs. it was a calculated move to get him to stick around and it worked.

tim was lounging on the arm chair while dick and damian were both seated on the couch. jason stood off to the side, directing his attention to the television that sat above the fireplace. tim had been watching youtube videos all day and stumbled across a gotham insider q&a that had a clickbait-y title about vigilantes. naturally, he was intrigued and wanted to watch it with the rest of them.

"what am i looking at?" he asked, taking a bite of his chili dog.

"something hilarious. i've been waiting to show you guys all day," tim explained, grabbing the remote.

"i hope this isn't something juvenile, drake," damian chimed, resting his body against the arm of the couch.

"or gross," dick co-signed with a grimace. "we just ate."

"just shut up and watch," he sighed, unpausing the video.

jason felt a little tingle in the back of his mind at your face was on the screen. you looked familiar. he silently watched as you and jordy discussed your feelings about vigilantes. dick snorted when he heard your comment about nightwing. tim began to snicker in anticipating for the main event: the red hood argument.

as jason watched, everything made sense. you were that weird girl he walked home. that was why you asked him those stupid questions. he was a little annoyed at you calling him stupid and off brand but he had to admit the segment was funny. especially the part at the end where you were begging him not to shoot you. you seemed so much more relaxed and naturally funny than you did when he was with you that night. it almost gave him whiplash.

"you should shoot her. for good measure," damian told jason once the clip ended, making the older boy roll his eyes.

"nah. i can't shoot my bard," he smiled, making dick smile too. he had expected jason to be all grumpy about getting talked about but he seemed to be taking it fairly well. tim was kinda disappointed that jason didn't seem more bothered by it. he wanted to tease him a little.

"i think red hood payola is probably the funniest thing i've heard in awhile," dick said, laughing along with tim. even damian cracked a little smile.

jason walked back to the kitchen, recalling that night he ran into you now that he had seen the video, finally understanding why you were acting so strange.

his bard, huh? cute...

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dc x reader #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #batfam

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buddha-in-disguise · 4 years

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I haven’t had a chance to watch 5.17 again yet, but some initial thoughts.

1st things 1st, there were some sublime choices from Melissa Benoist as the Director. I have a couple of screen captures of the ones that immediately spring to mind. She definitely showed her nuanced understanding of the characters, and that really was so fantastic to see. She deserves another shot in the directors chair in S6 if she wants to (& it sounds from interviews as if it is something she’d like to have chance to do more of). Even without understanding the characters, some of the lighting & overall framing of shots were so good! From lighting to just mirroring chess board pieces. I loved it. I felt the Eve fight scene was pretty masterful.

The episode itself. Whilst it did give up a couple of twists (the most major being Lex set up Jeremiah’s death), honestly it fell pretty flat for a number of different reasons.

My biggest problem (& this isn’t new for me), is that Lex’s behaviour was entirely predictable. That all bar a couple of plot points weren’t things that the fandom haven’t already talked about in one way or another almost Ad nauseam.

A big part for me was this flashback episode leaves us with no more truly relevant details on things than before the episode began.

Lex setting up Leviathan? Knew he was going to do it, this is Lex we are talking about.

Lex manipulating Lena, especially against Kara. C’mon, you’d have to be either blind, or in denial this has been going on for months on his manipulation of Lena. Yes, she should realise he is doing it, but again, Lena (as even Mon-El mentions) is the product of her abusive family. That doesn’t simply disappear!

Eve - we knew she was back, so again no real surprise on Lex manipulating her. Again (oh and side note. If you’re going to hate on Lena for ‘killing’ people & say her manipulation by Lex doesn’t excuse her, but don’t say the same thing about Eve, who killed outright for both Leviathan and Lex, your hypocritical hatred of Lena is showing. Check yourself at the door).

Lillian. She had already admitted she wasn’t Earth 38 Lillian to Lex from the award ceremony dialogue. So again, it wasn’t a surprise.

Honestly I could keep going, but you get the picture.

With only 2 episodes left, (& even had it been a full 3 episodes as I expect them to perhaps try and extend 5.19 into a longer one, perhaps over 1.5 hours instead of the usual hour schedule), we still have no clear answers on anything. Leviathan? Nothing was added to their story, and considering they were supposed to be the big villain of S5, only Lex has been that so far. And when you have an episode that does nothing more than we saw in S4, to ‘expose’ Lex ..... news flash. We know all this about him.

What we don’t know is who leads Leviathan? Who else is part of the organisation? We practically know nothing about them.

I felt this episode would’ve been better placed after Winn’s first episode (I’ve said I felt having him over that 2 episode arc was a waste, as again that 2nd episode did absolutely nothing plot wise that couldn’t have been added in the 1st episode, & the 1st episode didn’t add a lot either! I’m not saying don’t bring Winn back, but make it relevant & not 2 filler episodes). To have it done so late in the season makes zero sense to me. It feels messy.

On to William Dey. I’m not even going to try & pretend I like the character. I absolute despise him, & not because of trying to be Kara’s LI. I despise him, because once again we had him in scenes that others should have been in, especially Alex at the beginning. She is supposedly working with J’onn, and while I get they might not want her around Lex, have her working remotely from the tower, sending that information from the video clip to J’onn and Kara. After all, she did that from the DEO. J’onn has all that computing power & I’ve yet to see it used to any full potential.

I also found it strange William just walked up to Kara & J’onn as if they’re best of buddies, but we have nothing to suggest he knows Kara is Supergirl. I hate he has that level of familiarity with them. It again feels rushed & disjointed & totally wrong for any of the characters. Failing having Alex working it, how about having Nia, who again I keep repeating, is an actual reporter, but also as Dreamer could help scout out & report back in with them all back at the Tower.

I also found the wording Lex used to Eve in regards William. "Activate William."

So activate how exactly? Sure they got him working as a journalist, but how? Through clues being sent to him? Is he under some kind of control? I can think of a host of different ways to phrase that, but activate? That sounds an awful lot like some kind of manipulation that is far more than straight forward sending William some clues is about.

And about this. William is a Nobel Prize winning Journalist, & yet not once has he been able to do anything without someone giving him the heads up! I know some journalism requires that, but constantly? If he is so good at his job, he should be finding more than dead ends. It grates like crazy.

Then he simply arrives at Kara’s with sympathy baked goodies - only to then launch into needing help over what he has found. There is a time & a place for that kind of thing. That was neither the time nor the place. I know Lex wanted to get Leviathan on board with his plan, & needed to show they were about to get Supergirl looking at them far too closely, but really? Just no. He could’ve met Kara at CatCo. Met Kelly at Obsidean. Texted or called Kara to check it was okay to drop by her apartment even. But doing so unannounced, when he knows Kara & Alex have just lost their father? It also grates.

Now onto Kelly - lovely to see her supporting Alex - and Kara - after the loss of Jeremiah. But does she know Kara is Supergirl? We still don’t know for certain! The inference in this episode is Kelly does know, as William tells them about the warehouse, then Kelly & Alex are at the tower with J’onn in the same outfits, as Supergirl lands, stating there was nothing at the warehouse. So yes, it is highly likely Kelly now knows. But how or when did she know. It’s these kind of details most fans actual want, not to have to make educated guesses on! This is a reason fans get frustrated. We were being told who used to get to know Supergirl’s identity, but now with Kelly, nothing! And people wonder why fans feel the LGBTQ characters are getting shortchanged this season. It isn’t just about lack of screen time. It’s about lack of depth of story, when previously they had people falling over themselves to show how they knew Kara was Supergirl.

Another example of this lack of depth or explanation is Brainy. Sure he is likely doing what he is because of future Brainy’s warning, but it still comes across as Brainy seemingly stupid considering his apparent intellect. We have been thrown these plot lines, but they’re then left for us to have to fill in the blanks as each episode airs, as we’re not getting them otherwise.

It is far too chaotic for my liking.

So once again my overriding sense after watching this episode is frustration. It still feels like a total mess, with no answers (& even if they give us those answers, 3 episodes - now 2 - would be nowhere near enough time to do it without rushing. It even felt rushed at times in this episode).

William continues to be an absolute waste of space, (and God do I feel sorry for Staz over this), taking perfectly good screen time away from other already established characters, who could do what he has just as easily.

The Kara and Lena push & pull is giving us nothing new! Nothing. It’s gone well past giving us angst to us having had enough. Like with Lex, they seem to have gone too far with a good thing, & now rather than enjoying it, the majority simply hate it. With a passion. I am sick to the back teeth with it. Lena deserves to finally be rid of this villain tag, & given her rightful place back with the Superfriends (after a damn sit down talk with Kara - not Supergirl - and get on some level ground for good this time). I don’t expect a miraculous friendship rebuilt in seconds, but I do want actual forward progress between them to stick. Not 1 step forward, 2 steps back. I certainly don’t want this carrying on into S6, or at least not without resolving more than this.

In all the 5 seasons I’ve watched Supergirl, I don’t think there has ever been such underlying anger or frustration on how the season has panned out, both from fans & media alike. The disconnect from the fans to the show is huge right now, & really I cannot understand how the end of S4, which was seen as a real step forward for the show, to the excitement of S5, & how it was being portrayed; to this.

I want so much to be able to sit here & write positively over the episodes generally, but too often this season I’ve not been able to do it. I feel so sorry for the cast, because I know they love the show so much, and I want nothing more than to be writing positively about it each episode, but I simply can’t do that.

So in conclusion.

Phenomenal directing by Melissa Benoist.

Complete & utter frustration & disconnect everywhere else.

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piracytheorist · 4 years

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Allen & Colin interview (pt. 2) summary and tidbits

Again, these are just the bits I found interesting and worth mentioning. I still tried to mention as much as possible, but the interview was one hour long, and I only did this on my own whim to share with the people who, for whatever reason, have no access to the interview. So it is what it is :P

Once again, I recommend supporting Allen on patreon if you can. Without him and the work he shares we wouldn’t have this in the first place. Plus he has lots of interesting podcasts too ;)

(starting off under the cut, I’m very tired right now and there will probably be a lot of mistakes here and stuff I forgot to mention, I’ll try to look it up better tomorrow but I wanted to share it as is now, knowing how not being part of that stuff can be a BIG itch. So y’know, if you want, check it up tomorrow too, lol, it may be better :P)

They started by talking about Colin's career after he graduated from drama school. Colin talked about how in drama school, compared to the "real world", it was like being in a bubble because of the limited number of actors in one’s specific school. So it was difficult getting out and realizing how much more competition there is out there, and how you'll audition for a part that you feel you're ideal for but still not take it a lot of the time. He talked about how early in an actor's career, if they don't get such a role, they may start wondering why the producers don't see what the actor has to offer, when later they realize it can be for any reason, including small ones like their eyes being the wrong colour.

(And I'm here like, how can anyone look at Colin's eyes and think they're "wrong" for anything???)

(joking aside, it was just an example he gave, but I found it fitting because THOSE DAMN EYES)

And he mentioned how, due to the tight schedule any production has, they don't have the time to tell to every single actor they rejected why they rejected them in the first place (he's so understanding about it too, despite how much such rejections could have cost him, I love him so much!), so they can either spend a lot of time wondering what they did wrong or just move on to the next project they can apply for.

"Yeah, you come out thinking that you're gonna be the next James Bond straightaway or whatever, do you know what I mean?" He talked about while school prepares actors a bit about the realities of the world, a lot of people still come out of drama school with very high expectations, and how often that happens. But sometimes it's just pure luck that very young actors get big roles in big productions.

A lot of understanding of the job comes with the experience, he says. Of course training is necessary, but it develops with practice. On that note, Allen asked him if he thought young Colin could handle working on a big production right after finishing college, and Colin said that he can't give a straight answer because while he had experience when working in The Rite, his first big film, he had lots of confidence when straight out of college... so it would also depend on how well the production did, like if it flopped, it would've been a hit to his confidence.

He talked about how his very first job after college was a theater play - also dark and heavy, it was centered around suicide - and they went on tour for it too. He then mentioned Home for Christmas, his first TV role. "It was a great role, it was a really dark, black comedy."

(baby actor Colin finding his place in the world <3)

One of his favourite memories from there was that the prop master had an oyster farm, so you know, instead of biscuits, he'd bring oysters to share with his coworkers. (XD)

He also talked about how different it was to learn to act for the camera instead of the theater, where with a camera you can be much more subtle, and you're not projecting to an immediate audience. He always wanted to do film and TV and he was watching films and such, so it wasn't hard for him to learn to "rein it in", as he referred to it.

The year after Home for Christmas was released, he won an IFTA award for Best New Talent - which wasn't just an acting category, it also included directing, screenwriting, etc. so it meant a lot to him, he hadn't expected to win that award.

He talks about how dark that film was and he sounds so excited about it. Never change, Colin <3

Allen remembers how when they all watched it together, Colin was very self-conscious about it being him on the TV, and Colin said (now) that it's still the same for him now. Like, it's still weird, from acting out emotions ("You don't look in the mirror when you're crying") to the most mundane things like walking ("You don't see the way that you walk"), so even now it makes him self-conscious to watch himself.

Then Allen said about how he couldn't attend the award ceremony, but was waiting on news about it all day and as soon as he learned Colin won he tried to get there as fast as he could. What a proud and supportive bro.

Colin talked how he was in such a high after college, but then due to not getting a job for a long time the toll it had on him and his confidence was very big, especially considering how much more confident he was before. During that time, he was playing with The Enemies as his day job, and he is very grateful to "the lads" for giving him the flexibility to not play for a couple of days if he needed to be elsewhere to have an audition or something. But still he felt fulfilled with playing in the band, making music with it meant a lot to him. He misses playing with them.

At the time the whole "sending out a video auditioning for a role" wasn't a thing yet, especially the way it is nowadays, so Colin had to go to Dublin and London a lot to audition for stuff.

His first agency, before even starting college, was a modelling agency. "We never modeled [laughs]." He clarified that it was mostly because that agency also did commercials and stuff, so it was a way for him to get into acting and make some money before starting college. Through that he auditioned for an anti-bullying video (if I got that right) and the casting directors connected him with an agent in Dublin. He continued with his acting course though, so he already had an agent when he finished college.

His work in theater after that allowed him to hone his craft and work with bigger and more experienced actors, so he kept contact until he worked in The Tudors, where a casting director in the US saw him in. She contacted Colin about connecting him to agents there, and though at the time most of his savings would be going for his wedding that summer, he and Helen decided that he could invest in going to the US and take the opportunity. Six months later, he was on the set for The Rite, opposite Anthony Hopkins. "It was a surreal thing." He talked about how nervous he was for the first read-through with Hopkins, but on that first meeting Hopkins told him "Hello Colin, nice to meet you. Let's just have fun" and it immediately helped him relax and focus.

They originally wanted a big name for Michael Kovak, saying that even though they wanted Colin, the studio might ask for a big name, but once they got Hopkins in for Father Lucas, Colin got it.

(And I just... you know, I find this quite important. Like, it wasn't a common-courtesy promise of the type "Leave your contact info and we'll let you know if you get the role", it was a legit "We want you but the studio makes the final decision", and once the studio had their big name, the casting directors went through with their word.)

He had faced a lot of rejection by that point, so he said that he was very close to giving up before he got cast for The Rite. He still remembers the day he got the call confirming to him that he got the role, and again, how Allen rushed to him to celebrate.

{Ahhh they're adorable, I love getting that glimpse into their relationship :)

Allen mentions how different it is for actors, when they have to deal with a lot of rejection, when that doesn't happen on a regular basis with a lot of other careers. Colin said how one of the most frustrating parts about that is not that you don't get the job, but that you get the feeling that people can't see what you have to offer. And again, they talked about how due to the tight schedule directors can't provide constructive criticism on what went wrong in the audition.

He doesn't consider one thing factoring to his persistence to acting; it felt right for him, but the support from his family had also a big impact.

So much about The Rite was a new thing for him, like even the fact that he had about 3 months to prepare for the role - he even boxed during that time because the description for the role talked about a guy who was boxing all his life - to going to Rome and being part of such a big production was so big but also inspirational for him. Also getting to see posters of the film in places like Times Square or Los Angeles, and having people send him pictures of posters of the film was so wild for him. "It's one of those things where you can't think about it too much, you just sort of hop on and enjoy the ride."

(WHAT A PURE BEAN T_T)

He talked about being introverted and how acting allowed him to put on a facade. When he first went to LA, it not only was a different cultural experience, but also with how it was the thing of going to the right parties and talking to the right people, and Colin said "That's not me." And being a true introvert, he said "I'd rather sit in the corner until I have to go home. I can't go up to some random stranger that I don't know and introduce myself and start telling him how great I am and why they should put me in their movie."

He talked about being considered for a series of big films but he eventually didn't get the role, and I now wonder which one it could be. He said how the directors were interested in changing the character up a bit to make him Irish, so I don't think he meant Superman, for whom he was a contestant at the time...

He then mentioned doing the Pilot for Identity, the show that ABC didn't pick up, then doing Storage 24, then getting hired on OUAT, and how big of a commitment that was, since he had to move to Vancouver, away from his friends and family aside from Helen, who went with him, and sign a contract for six years where it was basically a huge part of his life.

Even though he loved Vancouver, going there was like completely starting over, since he had no support system set before he went. But he was glad for the people who helped him during this change in his life, and even without factoring in what impact working on OUAT had on his career, it was still a very positive experience for him.

Working on OUAT was different especially since he entered a show that was already a hit. Due to his young age he'd never expected he'd play Captain Hook. It was unexpected, but it gave him the job security to have a family, and after working so long he bonded with the cast and crew and felt them as family too (no, he didn't mention any names), especially with people who, like him, had relocated and didn't have that support system set.

(And that gave me the feeling of how it was like when I was studying, when I made many friends who, like me, had left their parents' home to go to a brand new place where they didn't know anyone and made a new start. And that kinda feeling helps you bond deeper with them.)

He talked about how tough it was for him on the first conventions he attended, like, getting up on the stage and answering questions about himself. He became more comfortable, though, when he realized that the actors weren't the central theme of conventions, but rather the feeling of community among the fans. He loves seeing people who even now discover the show and love it.

He talked about how playing in Dolly Parton's Heartstrings helped him "shake off" Hook after having played him for so long, and then being able to jump to The Right Stuff, which was also a commitment (unlike Heartstrings, which was one standalone episode). He's very proud of his work there, he loved the cast and the story, how for those characters going to space was so brand new and unsure whether they'd survive. He's so excited for it to come out, and for people and him to see it.

He concludes by saying he feels good with his career, that the periods of uncertainty and not working prepared him for his future. He feels content, though still ambitious for roles he wants to play but he feels he's given his best self.

He feels so humbled and blessed for his fans that watch his stuff and hopes they'll enjoy his future works.

(We will! :D)

#Allen & Colin interview #Colin O'Donoghue

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 164

Chapter Summary -Tom and Danielle begin to plan their wedding, the only issue is, they are struggling at even deciding the location.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1 @black-ninja-blade

Tom sighed as he looked at the coffee mug in front of him. “So, trouble in paradise?” He looked up at Ben, who sat beside him with his own cup of tea in his hand.

“No, we just were getting bothered by arrangements so we said we’d take an hour or two away from everything to just take a step back before an actual argument took place.”

“Good plan. So, what was the issue?”

“Location.”

“Yeah, Sophie and I spent a while talking about it. I mean, you know how it is with the Isle of Wight, it’s a fucking island, so there was the transport costs, and it’s a holiday resort and it’s expensive to live in, so that doesn’t help but it means something to Sophie’s family and is far easier to police than London, so we went with it in the end. Where are the different options?”

“I want Oxford, it’s where I grew up, maybe even Suffolk, just not London, too open.”

“And Danielle wants?”

“Ireland.”

“Oh, there’s not much room for compromise when there are two different countries involved,” Ben commented.

“It’s impractical. Most everybody that will be at the wedding will have to travel there for it from here, only a few of her family would not have to, and even at that, some of her family are in the States so they will have to travel also, how is that fair?”

“What’s her reasoning for it?”

“What?”

“Why is she pushing for Ireland?” Ben queried.

“I am not even sure.”

“Why, did she just say the country in general, or is it that she is talking about some random area outside of where she is from.”

“No, I think she is talking about Connemara. It just makes so little sense.”

“Well, not exactly. Kuala Lumpur would make little sense, her hometown in her home country at least makes sense.” Ben pointed out. “She did say that for her cousin’s wedding, that the tradition is to have it in the bride’s hometown, has that something to do with it?”

“I don’t know,” Tom recalled the conversation at the awards ceremony with Sophie and Ben a few months previous.

“Well, how about you ask her. If this cannot even get past location, how are you supposed to go any further? This is sort of an integral part of it all.”

“It just all seems so much stress and bother.”

“Most of it is and you wonder what’s the bloody point to it also, but that is all part and parcel of it. At the end of the day, it is worth it if you are both happy and I know, for all of the madness that this entails, you do actually want to marry Danielle.”

Tom nodded. He wanted that, he did not want the madness that it would entail and if he and Danielle could not agree on even something as simple as location, then he worried for it all. “I need to talk to her.”

“Yes.” Ben encouraged.

Tom took out his phone and dialled Danielle’s number.

“Hello? Tom?”

It was clear her phone was not to her ear and that he was on loudspeaker. “Yes, I thought….are you not at home?”

“No, I am in the car, pulled in, obviously. I needed to do some stuff. I thought we were going to take an hour or so to settle?”

“I know, I just...Elle, can I ask, why is it so important to you that it is in Ireland. I just want to know.”

“I...we said we’d talk later.”

“Elle?”

“I just thought it would be nicer, my grandparents got married there, my dad was christened in that church, then he and Mam got married there, I was christened there. According to the parish records, the Hughes’s have been there since pre-famine times. They have my great great grandfather’s signature in the records at that church and I know it’s small and dated, but it’s thirteenth century and I just...I think that’s nicer. I know it’s a different country and I know it’s a pain in the ass area to get to in another country but it matters to me.” There was no response to her statement. “Tom?”

“I’m here...I never realised.”

“We’ll talk later. I just need to get this done, I will talk to you soon, bye.”

“Bye.” The phone line went dead and Tom looked at his phone for a minute before looking at Ben, who was looking at him expectantly. “So…” He knew that with him being right next to him, Ben heard all of what Danielle had said.

“Seems a logical reason to want it there, if I’m honest. It matters to her. Now you need to ready your reason for having it here.”

“I don’t really have one, other than convenience.” He confessed before going silent for a moment. “Convenience does not trump tradition and historical sentiment, does it?”

“How long has it been since that famine, a hundred and fifty or so years, and Danielle can trace her family using that exact church in that time, that’s noteworthy, and it clearly means a lot to...wait, that’s another thing.”

“What?” Tom asked, worried at the look on Ben’s face. “What’s another thing?”

“Danielle’s a Catholic.”

“Yes, I know.”

“You’re not a Catholic.”

“No.”

“How does that work? Can you get married in a Catholic church if you’re not?”

“I have no idea.” In truth, Tom had not even thought of such issues. Neither he nor Danielle were in any way religious and their different faiths had never been much of a discussion as a result, but he had to wonder how it would work. “I need to check that.”

“You do.” Ben urged.

Tom parked his car into the drive and got out, going to the boot to take out the few bits of shopping he had gotten on his way back from Bens. He stood looking at Danielle’s car for a moment, knowing that something was peculiar about it but uncertain what the difference was. It was only when he realised the tyres were darker than before did he realise that she had gotten them changed. He huffed slightly in amusement, he had gone rushing to a friend to talk while Danielle did something practical and sensible.

Bringing in the shopping, he noted the quiet in the house. Both dogs greeted him as he placed the groceries on the counter before putting them away. After a few minutes, he wondered where Danielle was as her car keys and keys to the house were in their usual spots, meaning she was somewhere within it and with the boiler not making noise, it was obvious that she was not in the shower. He walked up the stairs and heard the telltale whirring of her fax machine. He knocked on their office door, which was slightly ajar and waited. A moment later, Danielle opened it and gave him a small smile. “Hey.”

“You got your tyres done?”

“Yeah, they were bothering me recently, getting a tad thin so I said I would grab four more.”

“How much?”

“Six, I got them from a place on the edge of the city, for cheaper than here, one place quoted me a thousand.”

“Jesus.” He looked at the machine. “Fun?”

“I wish, the paperwork for the Paramount job.”

“When’s that?”

“Two weeks in November. I will have to go to Croatia for it.”

“That’s fun.”

“Is it? What is Croatia even like at that time of year? I also need to do a week in Budapest. The joys of being the European Coordinator.”

“You love it really.”

“I love the paycheck and the doors it will open for me.”

“Brutal honesty.”

“So, what did you get up to?” Danielle asked curiously, not wanting to focus too much on work.

“I spoke with Ben.”

“And how is he?”

“Good. He was asking for you.”

“Bless him.” She smiled as she looked for a paperclip to keep certain pages together.

“He actually mentioned something to me that I never even thought of.”

“Oh yeah?”

“The fact we’re not the same religion.” Danielle paused and looked at him. “And how that will affect us.”

“Well, we’re not exactly utterly devout to our two branches of Christianity.”

Tom nodded in agreement. “But say we do this in that church you were talking about, how does that work, how can we get married there if I am not a Catholic?”

“Well, we could always convert you but that failing, they are not overly bothered.”

“Really?”

“You know, for all the wrongs that the Catholic Church has and there are plenty, it is not as backward as you all think over here. I mean, I have seen Protestant schools that demand a letter from the local reverend proving kids go to service at least every second week, Roger in work asked to use the fax there to send on his paperwork when getting his daughter into their local school. In Ireland, the schools may have a Catholic priest on a school board, but if you don’t even get Christened, you are fine to get into the school usually. The church isn’t as it was, it will marry Catholics and Protestants, as long as you fulfil what is required of you in their eyes.”

“Me?”

“No, plural ‘you’. It’s just they go through the ceremony and you have to do a stupid course on the meaning of marriage and all that other bollix no one pays heed to. It’s a ‘tick the box’ exercise really.”

“You clearly hold it all in such high regard.” Tom joked.

“Oh, yeah, clearly.” Danielle scoffed in return. “It’s a tad hypocritical of a man that will never be allowed marry giving marriage advice. I don’t think its something they can give practical experience of. I know what it will take to be married to you, patience, understanding,” She leant in close to him. “And nice underwear.” She added in a whisper, causing Tom to chuckle and lick his teeth.

“You’re not wrong.” He pulled her to him. “I was thinking.”

“Oh dear, those words usually lead to something terrifying. What, dear Thomas, were you thinking?”

Tom scoffed at her referencing his full name. “I wanted Britain for convenience, but all things considered, I think Ireland is the better place for the wedding.” She said nothing in return. “It matters so much to you, I can see now why and as long as at the end of it, I get to call you my wife, I don’t care if we have to travel for it. I only care about us being married.”

Danielle bit her lips together and inhaled deeply. “I…I don’t want this to cause arguments. I don’t want something fancy, I don’t need twelve thousand pound dresses and chandeliers, but that...that is something I would love, so much. It’s such a big part of our family tradition, so much so that my Mam forewent the usual tradition of her parish for Dad’s. All of my family, all of our records are there and it means a lot to me. I...thank you.”

“Just promise me if I give in to this request, you won’t turn into Bridezilla.”

Danielle snorted at his comment, knowing him to be joking. “I promise I’ll try not to. But if someone does not RSVP on the right date, or wears pink…” She laughed playfully.

“Oh dear, she’s started.” Tom laughed in response.

#I Hate You I Love You #chapter 164 #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston #wolfpawn

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Educated: A Clyde LoganxReader Story (1/5)

This is my first time posting on Tumblr something that i’ve written- Ah! Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

No warnings

Chapter 1

“I am going to go down to that damn school and…” Jimmy Logan yelled before his brother Clyde interrupted him with his slow, southern drawl.

“Now Jimmy, we both know that ain’t gunna be good for Sadie. Ya’ just need ta calm down.” Clyde said, placing a hand on his older brothers shoulder to calm him down.

“Like hell imma calm down. My little girl has a broken arm because of that school! That teacher shoulda been watchin’ them kids better. What kind of…” Jimmy muttered, shrugging off Clyde’s hand. Clyde was glad that it was only Jimmy, Nancy (his head waitress) and himself in the bar at the moment, relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain Jimmy’s outburst to any customers. Jimmy, Clyde, and Nancy had come in early to do some maintenance around the place. Right as they were getting ready to get started, Jimmy had just received a call from his ex-wife Bobbie Jo saying that their daughter, Sadie, had broken her arm at school playing on the playground.

“It ain’t no ones fault. Kids are gunna be kids and accidents happen’.” Clyde said, trying to appeal to his brother’s logical side, but he already knew that it was too late for that. He sat down the glass he was cleaning and looked at his brother.

“Fuck that. My baby is sitting in a hospital because of someone in that school and I’m gunna let ‘em have a piece of my mind. Plus Bobbie Jo said I needed to run by the school and get Sadie’s backpack and stuff that got left behind.” Jimmy stood up with a jerk, moving towards the door. Clyde smoothly made his way around the bar, stopping Jimmy in his tracks.

“Right now Sadie needs ya’ at the hospital, she don’t need ya’ goin’ up to her school and causin’ a fuss. Plus ya don’t even know what happened so you don’t even know who to be mad at. Iffin’ it will make ya feel better, I’ll go on down to the school, get ‘er stuff and ask what happened while ya go on down to the hospital” Clyde said, seeing his brother calm for a second, processing his words. Looking over at Nancy, he saw her nod her head. She would often cover for Clyde when he need to run out.

“I know its someone’s fucking fault at the school so you better make sure you let them know how angry I am” Jimmy said through gritted teeth.

“Give Sadie a hug for me, let ‘er know I’ll teach ‘er the ways of managin’ with one arm.” Clyde smirked, hoping to make his brother chuckle but Jimmy was already almost to his car, muttering angry thoughts under his breath. Clyde sighed and followed, making his way to his truck.

Luckily the drive to the school wasn’t too bad, only about an hour or so. Jimmy had been real pleased when Moody and Bobby Jo had moved back after living in Lynchburg for a few months. It made it a lot easier for Jimmy to see Sadie, which meant Clyde got to have a better relationship with his niece. He had been to her school a few times in the months she had been back in the area; a school play and her end of year awards ceremony but he hadn’t been there this school year yet.

About halfway to the school he realized he had no clue who her teacher was this year. He tried to think back to the last time he had seen Sadie and was talking to her about the beginning of the school year.

“Hey hey Sadie Lou.” Clyde remembered saying as Sadie ran into his trailer and threw her arms around her uncle a few weeks earlier.

“Hi Uncle Clyde,” she said, sitting on his lap. “Guess what?”

“What?” Clyde replied, not that it mattered to Sadie, who had kept chattering over his response.

“I baked you some of my ultra famous toasted s'mores cookies.” Sadie said with a huge smile.

“Well thank ya’.” Clyde said, giving his niece a squeeze. “Them are my favorite.”

“I know! They are also my teacher’s favorite, Ms. (Y/L/N). I made them for her because I want her to like me. She is the prettiest, nicest teacher in the whole school and I want to be her favorite.” Clyde chuckled, his niece always had been a people pleaser thats why she always did so well at those pageants she liked doing.

“I ain’t believing for one second that that you needed cookies to be ‘er favorite.” Clyde said, tickling Sadie. “Yer sweet ‘nuff on yer own.”

“Uncle Clyde…” She said as she giggled and squirmed in his lap. “Stoppppp.” Clyde chuckled as he tickled her a bit more, her daddy coming to help him as they both made her laugh. He hadn’t thought much about that conversation until now as he was heading to go meet this Ms. (Y/L/N). Feeling the heat rush to his face, Clyde started to get a little nervous.

There were many things that Clyde Logan was good at. He was good at being a brother and an uncle, he was good at running a bar and making drinks, and he was excellent at making a mean plate of nachos, just to name a few. However, there was one thing that he was not good at, and that was talking to pretty women. For as long as he could remember Clyde had always been the shy brother. Mellie and Jimmy could talk to just about anyone, but he couldn’t seem to to steady himself when he was around someone who he found attractive. Sure, behind his bar counter, he could talk to the customers who came to order drinks, but when it came to being on his own he couldn’t seem to get his thoughts organized.

Clyde sure was hoping that this teacher wasn’t as pretty as Sadie made her out to be, because if she was Clyde was in for an awkward afternoon.

Clyde showed up to the school just as the students were being let out. He parked in the front parking lot, waiting a few minutes for all the students, buses, and cars to clear out. Seeing the place finally look a bit calm, he made his way out of the truck and went to the door. He was let into the office where he explained he needed to pick up Sadie’s stuff and talk to her teacher. The office checked Sadie’s file and saw that he was identified as her uncle. This meant that they were able to give him information about Sadie’s class and they pointed him in the direction of Ms. (Y/L/N)’s classroom, room 152.

He walked slowly down the hall, trying to calm himself down before he met Sadie’s teacher. Picturing his 3rd grade teacher, the terrifying and strict Mrs. Appleton, he tried to convince himself that he was going to see someone who looked like her instead.

However, when he made his way into room 152, he knew he was definitely wrong. He peered around the door frame and saw an absolute angel sitting at the teacher’s desk. Her eyes were focused on the paper in front of her, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she examined the words in front of her. She had brown hair that was hanging in her face, that she was absentmindedly twisting between her fingers. He felt almost breathless, watching her so focused, so intensely studying the piece of paper. It made him want to study her that way, watching how her eyes danced across the page and how her face reacted to the things she was reading.

Suddenly she looked up from the paper. Obviously she wasn’t expecting 6' 3” Clyde Logan to be standing at her door, so when her eyes met his she jumped with a surprised “Oh” slipping from her lips.

“Uh, sorry to uh, scare you ma'am.” Clyde said, taking a step into the classroom.

“No! I’m sorry. I was a bit too focused. I was trying to read a story one of my students wrote and unfortunately, I can’t read a single word of their handwriting.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said with an embarrassed chuckle.

“No worries ma’am.” Clyde said, his cheeks flushing red as she flashed him a smile.

“Hi. I’m Ms. (Y/L/N), or (Y/F/N). What can I help you with?” She said, standing up and walking over to Clyde, extending a hand. Clyde stuck his hand out, his prosthetic arm hidden slightly behind him. Her hand was soft, much softer than his hands. They also felt much smaller than his own. She smiled at him again and he felt his stomach fill with nerves.

“Uh. I am Clyde.” He said, pulling his hand away from hers before she could feel how clammy it was beginning to get. They stood there in an awkward silence before he realized that he probably needed to explain a bit more. “I mean, I’m Clyde Logan, Sadie’s uncle. I uh, came to get ‘er stuff.”

“Oh gosh, yes! Poor Sadie. The kids were playing at recess and she fell off the jungle gym. I haven’t been working here long, but I’ve told the principal that they need to get rid of that thing. It’s old and too high.” The teacher said as she walked over to some shelves in the room and grabbed Sadie’s backpack. She continued to talk about the incident, giving Clyde all the details of what happened but Clyde was distracted. He followed her with his eyes as she walked around collecting Sadie’s things and writing her a note. Clyde felt like he couldn’t breath, the way that her hair danced across her shoulders and the way her mouth moved as she talked making him feel like he couldn’t think clearly. Suddenly he realized that the room was quiet and that Ms. (Y/L/N) was looking at him expectantly.

“Huh?” He said, clearing his throat. His cheeks flushing with embarrassment again.

“I asked if I could send some cards the kids made her. I was hoping you could give them to her when you drop off the backpack. I also wrote her a little card myself.” She said with a smile, walking towards Clyde with the backpack and a stack of white papers.

“Uh, yeah…” Clyde mumbled. “I can do that.” He fumbled for a moment, trying to grab the backpack and the cards. Eventually he had to put the straps over his prosthetic arm, and grab the cards with the hand. He felt his face turning a bright shade of red, and he tried to make a quick exit towards the door.

“It was very nice to finally meet you Mr. Logan. Sadie talks about her brave uncle frequently.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said. Clyde stopped, turning to look at her.

“Oh really?” Clyde said, a shy smile spreading across his face.

“She likes to write stories about you. It’s pretty cute.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said, leaning against her desk and looking at Clyde. “She makes you a superhero, saving the day. She is usually your sidekick. You’ll have to ask her to read them one day.”

“I’d like that.” Clyde said, looking at her until he felt so overwhelmed he had to look at the ground.

“Well thank you for coming to get the stuff. And also thank you for your service.” She said, quietly, before flashing Clyde a smile that made his stomach flipflop.

“Uh. Thank you. I mean, uh, yur welcome.” Clyde said, making his exit. His cheeks felt like they were on fire as he made his way down the hall and out of the school. Of course he would embarrass himself in front of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen that just happened to be his niece's teacher. There is no way now she’d be interested in a guy like him because he must have seemed like an idiot to this beautiful, educated woman. Clyde opened his truck door, slinging the backpack into the passenger seat and placing the cards on top. He leaned his head against the back of the seat, closing his eyes and trying to forget the last 10 embarrassing moments of his life.

He also felt confused because he could decide whether or not he wanted to see Ms. (Y/L/N) again. He had never had a “crush” come on so quickly like that and it made him feel like he was 15 years old again. Like he was young and not in control of his body. Feeling ridiculous and hoping that driving would clear his thought, he started his truck and texted Jimmy to let him know that he had Sadie’s stuff and was making his way back to the bar. He kind of hoped he could forget this afternoon ever happened, but he had a strong feeling that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

#clyde logan #reader insert #adam driver #logan lucky #clyde logan imagine #clyde loganxreader #clydeloganxteacher #teacher

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Just breathe

(Alice and Alfred get to audition for a theater college! But what happens when Alfred starts to have a panic attack mid audition?

TW: descriptive panic attack

(I projected myself onto Alfred for the first time, it was fun. Shoutout to the West of words discord for screaming about theater kids! alice/alfred so much. I love every single one of y'all <3)

Also posted on AO3 by @the_story_of_the_tucks

Alfred was sitting backstage while his best friend, Alice nailed her audition song.

Since they were little they always knew they would be actors someday. That dream grew into a reality when they started middle school and got into the theater program.

He remembers it like it was yesterday-

They were putting up a production of grease junior and the pair was so excited to be part of it. Sure they didn't get big roles since it was their first year but they fell in love with theater more than ever.

They started to get bigger roles until they ended up performing in the show Wonderland their senior year. Alice -of course- playing Alice and Alfred playing the white rabbit. Just like they have done so many times when they read the book.

He was so freaking proud of her for landing the leading role. Alice had an amazing voice and absolutely deserved everything.

Even now, she was on stage singing Whispering from Spring awakening to the judges who will determine if they get into this college or not.

That's why Alfred felt like he should run while he can. He did not consider himself as someone with stage fright since he could always perform in front of a crowd when he did his high school musicals.

But this was not a high school musical.

This was an audition that will determine his future. Will he get into the college of his dreams with her best friend? or will he fail at the audition and go to a normal college, leaving Alice behind and shattering his dreams?

He started to feel anxious a week before the auditions, everything became too real for Alfred.

This was not a silly high school audition were it didn’t even matter if he got ensemble or the fucking scarecrow from Wizard of Oz.

This was real life and had real life stakes. The teacher was not gonna take pity on him and cast him anyways! If he was not perfect in the audition he could kiss goodbye to his dreams.

So he started practicing a lot.

He read his song over and over again, sometimes staying past midnight and skipped meals just so he could study the lyrics.

He chose Tonight at eight from the musical She loves me. He knew it was a mouthful of a song but it also showcased his vocal range and acting skills.

“It's fitting since you always seem to be nervous about everything” Alice joked when Alfred told her which song he was auditioning with. At the moment they laughed about it but right now Alfred felt like throwing up from the nerves.

He just needed to calm down and concentrate on something else, how hard could it be?

Alice was still singing-

Her sweet but powerful voice filled the whole building and made Alfred´s heart melt. He could hear how much emotion she was putting on the song. She was not Alice at the moment; she was Wendla Bergmann, and she was fucking great at it.

-Listening... For the hope, for the new life— Something beautiful, a new chance. Hear, it's whispering, There, again…-

She held the last note at the end and then there was just silence. He heard her say her thank yous and then she ran backstage to Alfred´s arms.

“You did amazing!” Alfred smiled widely while hugging and spinning her a bit.

Alice laughed melodically “Thanks! I think the judges liked it too!” She was grinning like crazy, still having the rush from performing onstage.

They both stayed there, giggling for a few seconds as if nothing else in the world mattered but them. Then they hear Alfred's name called out on the speaker.

“Hallam, Alfred?”

He froze. He was not prepared for this! What was he even thinking? He was just going to turn around and get home just to not get humiliated in front of the judges.

Alice saw the look of panic in his face and held his hand. “Hey, hey-, you're gonna do great” she placed her hand in his shoulder to confort him “just don't get nervous, ok? you already practiced and you know everything by heart” she winked.

“Right” Alfred, nodded trying to convince himself “I’m fine- I’m not nervous at all-”

“Alfie, your hands are shaking”

“shit” Alfred held both of his hands at his chest and took a deep breath trying to calm down.

“You can do this” Alice smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

He can do this.

Alfred stood in front of the jury paralyzed by fear for what felt like forever but it was probably a few seconds.

“I- uh Hello” He cringed at how his voice sounded. “My name is Alfred Hallam and I will be performing Tonight at eight by the musical She loves me”

His hands were still shaking and he tried to crack his knuckles to cover it.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and exhaled

He can do this

-I'm nervous and upset Because this girl I've never met-

He started singing, ok so far so good.

-I get to meet Tonight at eight-

He almost smiled, he was actually doing great!

-I'm taking her to dinner At a charming old cafe, But who can eat Tonight at eight?-

Alfred made the mistake of glancing at the judges' table and saw them writing something down in their notepads. shit.

Were they writing something good about him? something bad?

-It's early in the morning, And our date is not till eight o'clock tonight, And yet already I can see What a nightmare this whole day will be-

Maybe he had to get into the character a bit more? that's it! but he couldn't concentrate at all, his heart was beating too loudly and he felt the jury’s eyes burning holes at him.

-I haven't slept a wink, I only think Of our approaching tete-a-tete, Tonight at eight.-

'C’mon Alfred' he thought. 'Just fucking concentrate on the song and don’t think about the jury watching you, or your too loud beating heart, or the fact that your hands started shaking again, or-'

-I feel a combination Of depression and elation; What a state! To wait Till eight!-

Why did he feel like he was getting out of breath? did the jury notice? were they writing on their notepads again?

-Three more minutes, two more seconds, ten more hours to go!-

He felt the room getting smaller and hotter.

-In spite of what I've written, She may not be very- very-

He paused.

God, what was the word? his mind was too foggy to think and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“Mr Hallam?” One of the people in the jury asked “Are you alright?”

Was he? Alfred couldn't breathe at all. His hands were shaking and his heart felt like it was threatening to fall out of his chest.

“Mr Hallam, do you need a minute?”

“I uh-” He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to talk “I’m sorry-”

And with that he ran backstage.

Alfred managed to reach the stairs outside the theater and sit down.

His hand were still shaking and they were starting to feel numb. He tried to wipe the sweat that was dripping down from his forehead but he couldn't control his hands enough to do it.

And worst of all? He felt like there was and elephant sitting on his chest.

Alfred couldn’t help but repeat the moment in his head.

He choked in front of the jury who would decide if he went to the school of his dreams or not- He forgot a song he had known all his life and had been practicing non stop for at least a month-

All those sleepless nights were for absolutely nothing- The judges probably thought that if he got freaked out by a simple audition he will most likely get worse in an actual play or with any performance.

What was he even thinking? he’s never gonna have a future as an actor! he’d probably was gonna end up being thirty and working in an office while Alice wins her third tony award and he won’t even be able to attend to the ceremony because he’d have to do the office reports or else he’ll get fired and-

“Alfie?”

He heard a familiar voice and looked up only to face the one and only Alice spencer.

He wanted to talk, he wanted to tell her he was okay and that she didn’t need to worry or make a fuss about him but only choked sobs came out of his mouth every time he tried to explain.

“Hey hey it’s ok-” Alice tried to soothe him, she gently took Alfred’s shaky hand and squeezed it.

“Try to match my breathing, ok?” she started to inhale and exhale slowly and Alfred tried to follow suit.

They have done this many times when they were kinds, whether it be because he was having an asthma attack and couldn’t find his inhaler, a panic attack or he was just freaking out. He could guarantee that Alice was gonna be always by his side helping him breathe.

But it was not gonna be like that after college started, right?

“I fucked it up” He whispered between shaky breaths “I- I got too nervous and I choked mid audition”

“I know” Alice just squeezed his hand tighter, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“My future is ruined-”

“Hey, no its not” she said simply “We can go back and talk to the jury and explain you were having a panic attack”

“I-I can’t go back there! I don’t even know if they’ll even hear me and-”

“Alife” Alice looked directly at his green eyes “You’re probably not the first person who had a panic attack mid audition, they’ll understand”

“And if they don’t?”

“They will” she assured him.

Alfred was too tired to protest so he just limited himself to nod.

“After the other auditions finish we’ll go back and ask for another audition date, alright?”

Alice started ramble about her plan, it was kinda endearing.

“I don’t think i’m ready to go back just yet” Alfred said miserably

“I’ll go with you” Alice assured him “i’m not letting you face those judges alone, they’re scary”

Alfred laughed a bit “yeah, they are”

Alfred realized that no matter were they went Alice will always have his back and vice versa. It was relieving to know you have someone who will catch you if you fall and you’d have to catch them too sometimes.

They ended up talking to the judges together and agreed on scheduling another audition the next week, which gave Alfred a bit more time to go over the lyrics and prepare himself.

They both got their acceptance letters at the same time.

#this is a bad fic but eh #alice by heart #abh #alfred hallam #alice spencer #spallam?#halice?#alicefred?#the answer is yes #molly gordon #colton ryan #my fics

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joshslater · 5 years

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The Man

Let’s do hypno!

Sam was honestly happy the event was over. Sure, it was great to be acknowledged with this years young entrepreneur award, but he didn't like to be in a formal setting. It always made him self conscious, though he was pretty sure that was by design. He headed down from the conference floor of Sheraton, through the lobby out on the street, and had a light jog a block away to where his sporty bicycle was parked. He was, as always, wearing sweatshirt and sweatpants with the company logo, and a backpack. It was mentioned more than once in the award ceremony how he never lost an opportunity for advertisement and branding. Dashing through the city on his needlessly rugged off road bike made him reflect on just how far he'd come.

He couldn't remember anything about The Man. How he looked. How old he was. But he could clearly remember some of the phrases from the session. There could have been more than one, but how could he know?

He'd blink into existence and asked him "Do you know who I am?". "No", Sam had answered, truly having no clue. "Do you know where you are?" he followed. "No", although clearly sitting across the table from The Man in someones kitchen, he had no recollection of the place or how he got there. "And you have no idea who else lives here" he said and pointed at some clothes on a chair. "No", Sam answered again, surprisingly calm given the circumstances. He could only remember being on his way back home from school before appearing at this table.

"Good. Let's keep it that way. You've been a bad boy Sam, but perhaps it is best everyone forgets about that. But you should have some punishment, and some way of making sure it doesn't happen again." Sam didn't follow what he meant. Bad how?

"There are two main drivers for how to change behavior. On the negative side we have dislikes, fears and phobias. I can easily make you afraid of country music, make you think chocolate is disgusting or make underwear itch unbearably. But I much rather like the positive side. Where you love doing things. Those tends to stick much longer, because you can make a positive feedback loop. If I made you really like soccer, I might add wearing football socks all the time as an obsessive compulsive trait. Every time you put them on you'll get a shot of positive feeling, making it even more likely you'll do it again. 3, 2, 1, sleep."

Just a blink later Sam was standing in front of the front door of his house, as if nothing had happened. It was late and the walk from school that usually only took 15 minutes had taken several hours. He somehow knew that The Man, whoever he was, had done a lot of changes to him, but he couldn't remember any of them.

The first one was almost immediately apparent as he entered the house and sat down for dinner. "I was almost about to get worried", his mother had told him. But he wasn't hungry, and throughout the meal he had a nagging, discomforting feeling that he didn't know what the food was. He had excused himself, saying he wasn't feeling all that good, gone to his room and spent many hours reading up on carbs and fats and proteins and meal plans and macros.

Next morning was much better. Not knowing the day would end downhill, he had started happy, with a sense of accomplishment, and a bowl of oat meal porridge. One cup oats and two cups apple juice, microwaved. He had however problems concentrating on classes all throughout the day, and felt very picky on what to eat and not during lunch. Then PE. In all of school he had never liked PE. He was good enough of a student to at least make an effort, but he would jump on any opportunity to skip. But today it was amazing. It went better than it ever had before. He'd never felt so much energy, such a drive to perform. He couldn't do everything he wanted, but that was his body failing him, not his determination. He just needed to be faster, stronger, more flexible.

As he got dressed after, in the locker room, he realized that something had changed. A shift had happened in his brain. He didn't know how he knew it, but he knew that he could no longer wear clothes unless someone else had been sweating in them. The realization came to him fully formed as he started to get dressed after shower. How his skin started to crawl and itch. He recalled what The Man had said about getting people to do or not do things. This was one such thing he realized. This had been done to him.

In panic he grabbed his and Peters gym clothes, both lying next to each other on the bench, and stuffed them into his bag. Wondering how long he could stand before he had to strip out of all his clothes he rushed into the storage room, jammed the door with a broom and almost tore his clothes off, trying to get naked again as fast as possible.

Standing nude he was almost surprised to not see any rashes on his body. Intellectually he knew that it was just his mind playing games with him. Some irrational thought, planted in him, that he made real. But it was so very, very real to him. Still slightly panting he started to go through the last and found bin and putting on clothes. Someone else trunks and socks, T-shirt and sweatpants. He made sure to only pick common brands he could have bought himself at some point, to not be accused of theft. He skipped the last class for the day, saying he didn't feel well and walked home.

The next month was in turmoil for Sam. Perhaps it was stress with everything else going on, but he had troubles concentrating on anything. Food was a constant source of anxiety. He needed the right macros, the right amounts at the right time. He started to carry food with him, fruit and hard boiled eggs, to the surprise of his mother. His biggest problem however were the clothes. He started to hide dirty clothes in his room, so they wouldn't be accidentally washed. He had successfully made a few swaps with Peter's gym clothes, replacing his damp ones with ones he had previously stolen, worn and washed by his mother. The lost items bin long since raided for anything useful, he was running out of options. Tell a friend that he's a weirdo? Tell a parent? Not a chance.

The only time he wasn't stressed out by all of this was when he was actually participating in PE, or exercising himself in any other way. That's why he started to jog to school and run detours on his way back home. This was what set him on a path to a solution. He realized that to stay focused he needed to exercise more. That was the only way he wouldn’t completely flunk school. Ideally he would need multiple passes a day, but anything would be better than nothing. He'd never given gyms a second thought before, but not only did he turn up to the the nearest gym, fully intent to become a paying member. He managed to convince the owner to work the reception part time after school for free in exchange for membership. He still had his looks and charm.

Not only was the workout secured, but he had a source for clothes. Not just the lost and found either. With a bit of observational skill he could easily purchase the right items and swap them out when regulars were in the sauna. Tommy, a few years older but of similar build and size, and he practically shared a wardrobe of duplicate clothes two weeks later.

He’d come such a long way in just a few years. Winner of the young entrepreneur award and owner of three gyms in the city. While perhaps not a cash cow, his concept of gym clothes that they launder themselves had found a niche clientele. His impeccable technique, vast knowledge, and ability to translate that into real progress for his customers is what made him the most sought after PT in the entire area. Years of diligent workout without a single cheat day made him a walking billboard, which continued to pull in customers of any sex. Guess that’s the upside of being revolted by anything that would upset his macros. He still didn’t know if he’d gotten a revenge on The Man, or if everything had worked out as he planned.

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dailykai · 5 years

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[Trans] 190113 KAI Birthday Party Translation:

Kai: Hi I'm EXO Kai! My birthday is tomorrow but I am holding a party today~ There are people who couldn't come today but I wish they won't be sad, because I will do this until the day I retire!

First section is 2018 EXO-L Awards (voted by Eris): Kai's best looks: 1. 180923 Gucci airport fashion (He chose this look himself). 2. Dubai Teddy bear airport fashion (He wanted to buy it, hesitated at the price, but bought it since he's a Bear). 3. Love Shot red suit.

Kai's best performances: 1. Olympic closing ceremony solo (The Olympic closing ceremony solo was one of the most nerve-wracking stages for me. My leg was injured at the time, but I still can't forget the rush of emotion of when I performed that. The beats of the gong were very free, so it was difficult for me to dance to it) 2. I See You (One of the most difficult choreos for him) 3. Gayo Daejun Love Shot solo (He thought a lot about how to bite the rose in his mouth, he was happy the footwork choreo got on camera.)

Kai: I always want to show you guys better performances. So I was thinking how I want to make high quality content and videos and upload it on YouTube.. I don't know if it will be possible but~ *

Kai said he doesnt like his red suit teaser because the panty line is showing ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ why do you not get rid of it?! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Kai: Yesterday, I slept late because I was hanging out with the members.. Guess what time I woke up today? Eris: ?? Kai: 4 in the afternoon

Q: Say 'I love you Eris' in both a cute and cool way Kai: How do I say it in a cool way? Can I just choose one way? ㅂㅇㅂ EXO-L: No~ EXO-L: Say 'noona I love you!' Kai: Noona I love you? But there could be dongsaeng! Noona, dongsaeng and same-age Eris.. I love you!

Q: What is your Biggest charming points? Kai: Dance, Skin, Black Hair.. I have a lots of abs..? I compared it to Moonkyu and I have more. But the biggest attraction, I think.. I'm talking to myself.. hmmm. Dancing!

Q: Which album concept suited Kai? Kai: aigoo album..!! Please give me more time... no last hint????...... all!!! **answer is LOVE SHOT

Kai chose an EXO-L from the audience to do an acrostic poem with #BearDayParty (#곰일파티 Gom-il-party): Gom: I came to a party il: on Sunday par: With a bear ty: I want to see Kai in a tiara

Q: What is a food that Kai makes the best? Kai: I wonder what you guys answered to this. I can crack eggs well now. I can also make Budae jjigae (sausage stew) *Eris' answer to the question was 'Ramen' and Kai said "Is this what you guys think of my cooking skills??"ㅋㅋㅋ

*B-side track that Kai likes; EXO-L guessed Thunder but Kai’s answer is Ooh La la la. He danced when the music played and says he likes the "oohlalala" part.

*Eris sang Birthday Song to Kai* Kai: I made this bday cake myself! I told you I'm not that bad of a cook~ If I can make a cake, aren't I pretty good? You know how I blew the candles with you on Christmas? After that, I wanted to make a cake on my birthday to cut with you all.

Kai is doing Ato's lines from Miracle That We Met with EXO-L saying Yeonhwa's lines. HE is scolding EXO-L for their soulless acting & make them practice over & over so that they are saying the words in syncㅋㅋㅋ

Kai was decorating a piggy bank for an EXO-L!!! Kai: (Signing on the piggy bank) Where should I do it? Eris: The belly~~~ Kai: Don't wanna~~ (I'll sign on) The butt ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ Kai’s message: Baby pig ♡ EXO-L, I love you EXO-L

Kai said he will also appear on variety shows this year.

Kai chose Eris out of the audience to give self-decorated piggy banks and also the cake he made! Kai: All of the things I prepared today are over.. But wasn't it fun? It was really fun for me~ I don't think I should do my bday party for only one day. Should I make it 3 days? Kai: I really like how my birthday is on January. I am so happy to receive such strength from you all the starting of 2019, I hope that you all can gain strength from seeing me too. I am always thankful for you, and miss you always. Kai: You know how I posted on January 1st on Instagram of how I wanted to spend a good year with you all? I will always work my hardest this year in order for it to be good. I want meet you all more often and show the good sides of me. Thank you so much, and I love you.

Kai: I don't want to part~ It's too sad, this time went by too fast ㅠㅠ It's 9PM right now. Should we take a photo together first? Kai: 3rd #BearDayParty, always on Jongin's side! 1, 2, 3.📸🐻 Kai: Next year, lets start at 6PM and do it until 9PM (1 hour more) ^^ ㅎㅎㅎ

Kai: Today was so enjoyable. Thank you for everyone who came today, let's meet again! Bye~ Go home safely. I really prepared a lot today but I think I should prepare even more next time. Should I do an IG live later? Yes? Bye now!

- END -

#exo #jongin #kai #era: love shot #birthday party #translation #p: text

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ssironstrange · 5 years

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Hawks of Nephthys pt. 3

I thought this was going to be the final part but i was wrong lmao sorry there will be one more after this.

(read part 2)

tagging: @im-trying-to-be-oky

“There’s going to be a small ceremony held for the technique Christine and I came up with,” Stephen licked his lips, actually nervous for the first time in years. “I’d like you to come… as my date.”

Tony waved a hand and the holographic screens were pushed away. It was obvious he was trying not to smile.

“Are you sure? What happened to being afraid of it tarnishing your reputation?”

“I don’t need reputation. My work speaks for itself. Besides, it’s no skin off my back if someone would rather have less capable hands operate on them just because I’m dating a man.”

Tony rolled his chair away from the desk, stood and walked around it to meet Stephen where he stood fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves.

“Well it’s about damn time. I hate keeping secrets, you know.”

“I know,” Stephen smiled with soft fondness. “And please—leave the armor here.”

“Party pooper.”

“Another time.”

“Fine. I’m holding you to that. You’re gonna have a date with Iron Man one of these days. At that nice Italian place we like. Full armor. Might not even take the mask off.”

Stephen couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough, yet he laughed anyway.

Stephen opened a portal right beside where Steve stood in one of the compound’s many conference rooms.

No one seemed particularly surprised.

Except for Peter Quill who was still live on their view screen and apparently scrambled to get Gamora’s attention about it.

“You found his ship? Him?”

“We believe so. Picked up an old signal on the frequencies common to Earth.” Gamora responded, her tone carefully guarded. “Doctor, if it is him, the chances that he is still alive—”

“Are infinitesimal, I know.”

Silence and tension fell upon them like an itchy woolen blanket.

Nebula broke through the quiet after a few long minutes.

“We’re here.”

None of them, not even Drax who rarely sported emotion, could keep their expressions impassive. One by one their faces fell.

They didn’t have to say it.

It was his ship.

Stephen was gone from the compound and aboard the Benatar within seconds.

Tony Stark limped out of a C-17 with his arm in a sling and Rhodes delicately supporting his every move. Somehow, Tony still managed to stand tall and confident. He was too thin, his hair was too long, he needed to shave, and needed to sleep for about two weeks straight.

But he was alive.

At his side, Pepper squeezed his hand while holding back tears as Tony approached the two of them on the runway. He took a look around at the Air Force personnel, sniffed, then let his attention fall to Pepper.

“Your eyes are red. Few tears for your long lost boss?”

“Tears of joy,” She said through a bright smile. “I hate job hunting.”

“Yeah, well,” Tired eyes landed on Stephen and his throat bobbed with a hard swallow. “Vacation’s over.”

With his good hand, Tony grabbed Stephen’s as he walked past and towards the car and held it like he’d never let it go again.

The docking clamps attached with a dull thud.

“Stephen, the ship is dead. Not even the backup life support systems are active. Are you sure about this?” Gamora laid a hand on his arm. Her concern was touching.

“I am,” He patted her hand, his own trembling more than usual. “I need to know.”

Rocket chimed in. “Knowin’ is one thing, doc. You don’t gotta go and hurt yourself like that.”

“I am Groot.”

“See?”

Despite the circumstances, Stephen let a fragile smile through. “I appreciate the concern, and I don’t expect any of you to understand. But this is something I have to do.”

Magic cloaked his body in safety against the harsh elements of the dead ship.

Stephen walked through the short terminal, opened the hatch door with a single gesture, and stepped inside.

Too focused on the patient file that promised to bolster an already impressive record, Stephen didn’t see the tail light until it was too late.

The car spun off the edge of the cliff, rolled and flipped multiple times on the way down, and landed nose down in chilly waters.

Stephen opened one eye that wasn’t swollen shut fourteen hours later to Christine and Tony talking quietly and his hands in fixators.

The deep and painful inhale and the spike in his heart rate alerted them to his consciousness. Tony’s eyes were red with heavy bags beneath them, and Christine could barely look at him.

“What… did they do?” He croaked out, throat dry and lips swollen.

“Take it easy, baby,” Tony placed a gentle hand on his thigh and fresh tears threatened to fall.

“It—it took Tony a while to find you…” Christine’s voice shook.

“What did they do?” His snarl was weak, but still enough to make both of them wince.

Neither of them could look at him while Christine donned her best professional tone.

“Eleven stainless steel pins in the bones, multiple torn ligaments, severe nerve damage in both hands.”

“Oh, God…”

“Stephen, honey, you were on the table for eleven hours. No one could have done better.”

He swallowed the sandpaper in his throat and turned his head as much as he could to look directly at Tony.

“I could have done better.”

It was the truth and they all knew it.

Christine excused herself and Tony squeezed his thigh tenderly.

“Baby, I promise I’ll find a way to fix this.”

Stephen drained every penny to his name on experimental treatments, more surgeries, and multiple therapies. Tony devoted his entire R&D department to it.

Neither of them were successful.

Neither of them stopped trying.

No atmosphere control.

No artificial gravity.

No temperature regulation.

There was very little difference between the inside of the ship and the vacuum of space outside. It was eerie and quiet enough that his own heartbeat seemed deafening. A simple spell was cast for a ball of light and it hovered over him as he walked, illuminated the darkness in a soft bluish glow. Anything that hadn’t been strapped down floated motionless until he pushed it from his path. Stephen knew there was no use actually searching the ship. There was only one logical place to look.

Stephen headed for the cockpit.

Stephen lost count of how many times they had done this now. It seemed inevitable they would attend the same galas, charity events, science and technology conventions, or award ceremonies. He watched Tony grow into his new CEO role under the guidance of Stane, a man who rubbed him in all the wrong ways. Stephen watched him evolve a mask for the media and public and delighted when it was taken off just for him.

They would disappear to storage closets, bathrooms, and empty offices at first. Eventually, Stephen started going home with him, started staying the night.

He looked over to Tony’s sleeping face beside him and felt a smile tug at his lips. Manhattan’s night time glow fell upon him through the huge windows of his penthouse suite—one he had been frequenting more often than his actual home in Malibu. He was soft like this, all his burdens and stress and sorrows suspended for a few blessed hours. The tension had long ago drained from his every atom, Stephen more than happy to take and take and take until Tony was spent. His hair was a mess, lips parted slightly for deep and slow breaths, face half smashed into the pillow he hugged, and his neck and shoulders covered in Stephen’s claim. No matter how many times he saw Tony Stark raw and vulnerable like this, it made his stomach flutter and heart forget a beat or two.

“I think I love you,” Stephen whispered and finally closed his eyes to drift to sleep with a warmth inside his heart.

Never had silence been so deafening as it was for him then. It was not like other silences which were, rather, lack of one dominant sound yet still enough small noises to fill the void. No, this was a true, total and complete silence. His blood rushed in his ears, his heart beat so loud he was sure the Guardians could hear it on their ship, and his every breath came in like the angry wind before a storm. It was disorientating to hear the basic workings of your own body, and just one of the many reasons Stephen liked to avoid actual space.

He rounded the doorway, telling himself he was ready while knowing he wasn’t.

The light from the orb increased, slowly pushing darkness back into the emptiness of space.

Stephen’s chest tightened, the weight of his sorrow crushing so hard he was almost positive it would collapse into the black hole it felt like. Strapped in one of the pilot’s seats, Tony Stark sat motionless, suspended in time.

Space was, at least, merciful in death.

Cold numbness ate Stephen away at his very core. He didn’t even feel himself take reluctant steps closer.

Tony was pale, his lips and fingertips tinged with blue and eyes shut. His head leaned to the side, pillowed by the chair’s headrest. Too skinny, even with the subtle swell of what little water had been left in his body trying to escape before it froze. He looked so peaceful, Stephen could almost pretend he was simply asleep.

Almost.

Cradled beneath his arm was the damaged remains of his helmet; the source of the distress call if he had to guess. Inside, a faint red light glowed on and off. Odd that Tony wouldn’t have shut it down once he knew the inevitable. Carefully, Stephen worked it out of the frozen grip of his would-be husband, his entire self functioning on autopilot to the point he barely knew if he was still in his physical body. A bit of magic was given to the nanite helmet, warming it just enough for its circuitry to function without the risk of failing under such extreme cold. The eyes flickered a few times, stayed on, then projected into the empty space of the cockpit.

#ironstrange #my writing #part 3 #tony stark #Stephen Strange #didn't get as emotional this time #can't promise anything for part 4 #sorrynotsorry to those who didn't want this to happen

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taeheyhey · 5 years

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The Scale of My Happiness - 1

Yoongi x Reader - Fluff/Angst/Eventual Smut

Warnings - None

Summary - Our favourite girl Y/N is an internationally respected musician in her own right and, at her manager's insistence, meets Bangtan at an awards ceremony at which they are both performing. After a brief interaction, Y/N finds herself enchanted with the members and is excited about the prospect of a potential collaboration, right up until she meets a Yoongi.

(Based on this ask)

A/N - Hello lovelies, I've crawled out of my cage just in time for Genius Min Suga's birthday to post the first chapter of my next fic. It will more than likely be a full-ish length fic, so I hope you look forward to the story and bear with me! I hope you all enjoy, please please let me know if you do! It really means so much <3

Chapter One - 2.3K Words

You grimaced as the tape holding the mic wire in place pulled out small hairs at the back of your neck as it was peeled away, taking a long pull from your water bottle and rubbing your fingers over the area as one of your many assistants apologised profusely and repeatedly before disposing of the offending tape in a nearby trash can.

You smiled and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder – what was her name again? - surprised when she squealed at the contact and whirled around, the look on her face terrified as though she were about to be flogged.

“It’s okay...” you paused to allow her to furnish you with her name. When none was provided you continued. “If I burst in to tears every time a few hairs got pulled out I’d stop letting them send me to get my bikini line waxed.”

She flicked her eyes down to your stage costume, this one in particular leaving very little to the imagination, and you were as ever endlessly grateful for the existence of thick dancers tights. She still looked unsure but gave a wonky smile before scurrying out of the dressing room. You leaned against the counter with your back to the mirror and raised a greeting hand to your manager as he walked through the door, his face beaming.

“Another incredible show, y/n,” he enveloped you in a brief but sincere hug, reluctant to get any of your sweat on his obnoxiously loud suit which probably cost twice your booking fee. “I don’t know why they keep printing those stories about you.”

“Because it sells papers Michael, and the world needs to know what a heinous bitch I am,” you responded with a wry smile.

You were only half-joking with each other. The fact of the matter was, you didn’t know the assistant’s name as she was a replacement who had been on the job less than a week. The previous girl had tried to use her position to get a foothold in the music industry, and when you had informed her kindly – but in no uncertain terms – that she would need to put the work in and that she couldn’t expect success by using you as a stepping stone, she had quit.

That would have been upsetting enough on its own, a lot of your staff had been with you for years and you considered the majority of them to be friends, but she also decided to go to the media, apparently determined to use your name to acquire fame in one way or another.

It hadn't taken long for the rumours to spread, such was the voracity of netizens looking for their next target on which to bestow a plethora of snarky accusatory comments parenthized in snake emojis. When the news of your "diva behaviour" broke, you decided to take a break from social media, reluctant to have to deal with the contempt of those who were certainly not your fans; and to avoid the defence tactics of those that were.

You knew they meant well, all rushing to defend your honour, but the arguments they got in to sometimes and the casual way in which barbarous words were thrown around like so much confetti often made you physically wince.

By the time you had girded your loins and decided to get back to your instagramming and tweeting a week or so later, to your great surprise – and relief – no one was talking about you anymore.

They were all talking about something called BTS.

~~~

Sitting in Michael’s office, scrolling open-mouthed at the fierce enthusiasm with which the group were referred to in the news articles regarding their much-anticipated appearance at the impending award show, your manager appeared over your shoulder as though he had been summoned.

"Incredible isn't it?" He asked, his eyes almost glittering as he bent closer to the screen in your grip. "They don't look real do they?"

They were certainly like nothing you had seen before, seven perfectly groomed and styled beautiful young men all standing in a line posing impeccably before a huge crowd of press photographers. “They look computer generated,” you finally managed in agreement.

He walked around the armchair you were sat in and lowered himself on to the end of the sofa to your right, placing his laptop down on the glass coffee table and lifting the screen excitedly. “Wait till you see them dance.” You leaned forward in your seat to better see the video he brought up. He tapped the space-bar to set it playing and it was clear he had prepared it quite some time in advance.

You watched, enraptured, at the sheer precision and synchronisation of the complex moves. Not a foot placed wrong and every gesture – every facial expression – obviously repeatedly rehearsed to perfection. When it had finished, Michael looked so proud it was almost as if he had choreographed the routine himself. “So,” he leaned back on the sofa once it had ended. “What do you think?”

You frowned at your manager and friend of almost a decade. “What do I think?” Oh god, he didn’t expect you to be able to start doing routines like that did he? “I think I’m about five years too late to train enough to pull that off Michael, and there’s only one of me.”

It was his turn to stare incredulously at you. “What? No, ugh for god’s sake,” he reached in to his trouser pocket and retrieved his own phone, impatiently tapping his passcode on to it before lifting it to your eye-level to show you an email. “They want to meet you.”

~~~

And so, some three weeks later, dressed in your awards show finery and re-primped and de-sweated after your performance, you were hustled around the labyrinthine corridors of the award show venue and shown in to a room which was somehow even more manic than your own.

Michael leant over and whispered covertly in your ear. “We should have had them come to you really, doesn’t seem right you having to make all the effort.”

You shrugged, it wasn’t really something you had thought about. Besides, it was Michael that had set it up so you weren’t sure what he was expecting. “It’s easier for the two of us to come here than vice-versa. I mean,” you swept your gaze across the room and gestured at the hubbub. “Can you imagine trying to navigate those hallways with all of this?” There were about four handycams running from various angles and two professional looking photographers standing around.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a dressing room?

A smartly-dressed woman approached and shook Michael’s hand before turning to you. “Y/N it’s honestly such a pleasure to meet you. We have some people here who have been really looking forward to seeing you today.” With that she gestured to a vaguely horseshoe shaped line-up of men, all of whom you recognised from the various articles and videos you had examined perhaps a little more closely than was necessary after learning you were to meet them.

She spoke to the group in what you assumed to be Korean and you smiled as warmly as you were able while simultaneously being dazzled by how much more attractive they were in person. Based on what you had seen over the past few weeks, you wouldn’t have believed that that would be possible.

One-by-one they greeted you, clasping your hand in theirs briefly with a slight bow as they introduced themselves. For the most part, they seemed as shell-shocked as you, each sort of laughing and jostling one another to stand the furthest back away from you, and you might have been offended were they not so utterly charming.

One of the group, Namjoon you had learned, spoke English with an impressive fluency and seemed entirely comfortable in your presence, assuring you how much they all enjoyed your music and how much they were looking forward to the possibility of a collaboration. You cast your eyes towards Michael at this sudden revelation and found him standing and looking like a pig in shit as he emphatically nodded and stuck his thumb in the air. So, you smiled and told him you were very much looking forward to it too.

Another – quite frankly unreasonably good-looking – member of the group with mint-green hair and a broad, wide-eyed smile stepped forward with one of your albums held out before him like an offering. “I really like this, it’s really nice. Could you sign it?”

You were touched by his words and the effort he had clearly put in to ask you in English. You felt bad for not even learning the basics of Korean and made a mental note to memorize a little should this collaboration that you had literally only just heard of in the past five minutes ever come to fruition.

Before turning to leave, you told them as a group that you were excited to see their performance later that evening. They had been placed as the penultimate act for the evening, the predominant theory from the internet being that it was a ploy by the show's producers to keep viewing figures high throughout the three-and-a-half-hour ordeal that was usually the awards ceremony. It made total sense, you yourself could never quite bear to watch them in full even when you were attending the damn things.

Just as you were about to make your way back through the maze of corridors, you heard a frantic “photo, photo!” somewhere back in the centre of the room, and the smartly-dressed woman placed a hand on your shoulder. “Would you mind taking a quick photo with the boys before you go?”

“Of course,” you were surprised Michael hadn’t mentioned it first, he was clearly thrilled at the prospect of milking this meeting for all it was worth from a business standpoint, but when you saw him cast a surreptitious wink in your direction, you knew it was a contrivance on his behalf to have the other party do the leg work. A sort of “playing hard to get” move. You rolled your eyes, both exasperated and endeared with your manager in equal measure, before positioning yourself in the centre of the six ludicrously beautiful men, feeling somehow graceless and frumpy in comparison to them.

Wait a second...six? Weren’t there supposed to be seven?

As though reading your mind, a brunette with a heart-shaped smile and the sharpest jaw line you were sure you had ever seen suddenly stood upright from his slightly crouched, blatantly well practised group-photo pose, looking around the room confusedly. “Yoongi-hyung eodi iss-eoyo?”

You exchanged bewildered glances with Michael, casting your eyes around the room at the moderately chaotic clamour that ensued for a few moments, dying down to almost nothing as a young man with dyed light-brown hair and dark feline eyes strode in to the room.

After a few moments of silence, Namjoon spoke first. “Eodi iss-eoss ni hyung?”

“Hwajangsil,” came the man’s perfunctory reply, before he sat himself down in a chair in the far corner of the room, lifting an iPad from the counter beside him and studying it with a level of concentration that could only be described as intense.

The room was still and silent for a few moments but for the monitor mounted to the wall showing what was taking place in the auditorium, everyone but the man on the tablet too unsure of what to do next to hazard a guess and take action.

After what felt like an hour the translator finally spoke to the latest arrival to the room. You had no idea what had been said but whatever it was caused the man in the chair to lower his device and turn to where you were standing, his eyes widening for the briefest of moments in reaction to your presence, clearly seeing you for the first time.

He rose from his chair and took a few steps towards you. You couldn’t pin-point if it was his unflinching stare or the fact that he seemed so uninterested in meeting you, but something about him made you feel uneasy.

He took your hand in his in much the same way as the other members had, except when he lowered his head in a bow he retained eye-contact with you the entire time. His voice was deeper than you had expected, and he spoke throatily as though he had just awoken from a nap. “Hello, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” his tone implying that it was, in fact, anything but nice to meet you.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before returning to his seat and his iPad, seemingly not deigning you worthy of any further attention.

You could almost hear the offense in Michael’s harrumph at the rebuff, the “hard to get" approach evidently forgotten as he declared loudly and pointedly. “We still haven’t taken a picture yet!”

The dismay in his voice while announcing such a trivial fact was amusing enough to break you from the somewhat perturbed stupor from your interaction with the seventh member of BTS, and you laughed good naturedly and resumed your position in the centre of the six young men.

The resulting photo was flattering for everyone in the frame, and was a strong competitor for the most retweeted picture of the year; the publicised interaction exposing each respective fanbase to the work of the other artist.

Only you would be able to make out the thinly-veiled look of disdain which was thrown in Yoongi’s direction as the picture was taken, and the camera was incapable of capturing the dark look he shot you in return.

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What Lies Between, Chapter 5

Title: What Lies Between

Rating: So very NC-17

Synopsis: Everyone knows the first rule of being Friends with Benefits is don’t fall in love. Westallen College AU.

Chapters: 5/????

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Once Iris had escaped to the bathroom, Nora turned to her son. “Oh, Barry. She’s gorgeous! You didn’t tell us the two of you were dating! When did this happen?”

His smile was pained and he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, um, you know. Pretty recently, actually. I mean, really recently. I haven’t really had a chance to talk to you since, um, since it happened.” Heck, he was still reeling from Iris’s abrupt about-face. He understood why she’d done it, but he wasn’t entirely sure yet how he was going to play along without giving himself away.

“Well, I can’t wait to get to know her,” Nora replied happily, slinging her arm around her husband’s waist. “Of course, we’ve known you were crazy about her for ages. But any girl who puts that smile on your face that I saw when you came in this morning has our seal of approval. Not that you were asking for it, of course.”

His mind working fast, he blurted, “Oh, um, actually. Um, could you – could you not mention my crush to her? I-I mean, um, she actually just got out of a relationship. And, well, so did I. Not that long ago. I think she’s still trying to be a little cautious. Emotionally. I told her we could take things slow, and I just don’t want her to feel like I’m pushing her for more than she’s ready for.”

Nora’s eyebrows lifted, her head tilting a little to the side, but she replied in a gentle tone, “Of course, dear. If that’s what you want.”

Barry breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. “Okay. Great.” If he knew Iris, she was concerned about this new complication in their friends with benefits arrangement. The last thing he needed was his parents mentioning the fact he was desperately in love with her and freaking her out completely.

He heard the door open behind him as Iris returned to the room and asked in a desperate attempt to redirect the conversation, “So, what are you guys doing in town? Not that I’m not thrilled to see you both, of course.”

Nora’s smile slipped, and she threw her husband a stern look. “I think I’ll let your father explain that, actually.”

“Is everything okay?” Barry asked in mild concern.

Henry’s grin was sheepish. “It’s fine. Your mom just thinks this is a bigger deal than I do.” At his wife’s implacable stare, he raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m being presented with an award tonight for some work I’ve been doing. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s a very big deal,” Nora corrected him, throwing Iris and Barry and exasperated look. “It’s a very prestigious award! You should be very proud of your work!”

Barry’s dad shook his head. “I am very proud, of course!” he protested weakly. “I just don’t think I need to get dressed up in a monkey suit so I can stand in front of a room full of people, give some boring speech, and let them pat me on the back as they hand me an award that doesn’t really mean anything. That’s not why I do the work I do.”

Nora walked up to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know that’s not why you do it, but that doesn’t mean this ceremony is a waste of time. Don’t think about it as people patting you on the back. Think about it as a chance to get some more exposure on a cause that needs it. Isn’t that important?”

Henry chuckled, brushing a quick kiss across his wife’s lips. “I suppose,” he agreed softly.

“And, besides. You know what seeing you in a monkey suit does to me,” she murmured.

“Oh, wow. Do you guys – do you guys want us to leave? Because we can leave,” Barry broke in, his voice teasing. He grabbed Iris’s hand and scooted them both towards the door, while Iris hid a chuckle behind her hand.

Henry and Nora laughed, though they blushed a little as they broke apart. “Anyway, since your mother assures me that I have to go to this thing, we stopped by to see if you wanted to come too. You can’t make me do this alone.”

Barry nodded happily. “Of course, dad! I wouldn’t miss it!”

“You too, Iris? I would be thrilled for you to join us.”

“Oh,” she began, throwing Barry a desperate look. “Thanks anyway, Doctor Allen, but you guys don’t get to see each other very often. I would hate to intrude and –”

“Nonsense!” he interjected. “It’s far from an intrusion. Anyway, Barry hates these things as much as I do, so I’m sure he would love to have you there. Wouldn’t you, son?”

Barry smiled at her, hoping she wouldn’t see his heart in his eyes. There was nothing that would make him happier in truth than spending an evening with the people he loved the most. And if it meant he got to hold her in his arms and pretend she felt the same way about him for a few hours? How could he resist? “Of course I’d love to have you there, Iris. If you’ll go with me.”

When Iris bit her lip in indecision, Nora cut in, “And what Henry isn’t saying is that Barry and I have already heard all his best jokes. He’s desperate to have someone at the table who might actually find him funny.”

Henry whirled on her in mock offense, “Hey! I’m funny!”

His wife ignored him, though she slung an arm around his waist. “In all seriousness, we would love to have you there tonight. Say you’ll join us?”

Barry’s stomach twisted as he waited for Iris to respond. His heart leapt when she finally replied softly, “Of course. I’d be happy to join you.” Forgetting his parents for a moment, he bent down and gave her a soft kiss. Of course, he knew it wouldn’t be easy, keeping this secret from his parents for an entire evening. But it was worth it, if it meant he could stop trying so hard to hide his real feelings. If only for one night.

Although Henry and Nora invited her to join them for breakfast, Iris cried off, claiming she had a prior engagement. Of course, since she’d agreed to accompany them to this event tonight – where she would have to continue to pretend she was dating their son – this momentary respite wouldn’t last long.

After promising Barry she would see him that evening, she left his dorm and practically raced straight over to Linda’s. If ever she had needed her friend’s help, it was now.

It didn’t even occur to her that Linda might not be at home, as she ran up the four flights of stairs to her floor and pounded desperately on the door. “Please answer. Please answer,” she muttered under her breath as she knocked.

It took more than a minute before Linda threw open the door. “All right, all right! Can’t a girl get some sleep around here? What’s the emergen – Iris? Are you okay?” Her hair was still mussed, her eyelids heavy, as Iris had clearly dragged her out of bed. “You look like hell. Get in here!”

Linda dragged her into the room, and Iris began to pace. “I’m okay,” she reassured her friend, seeing the worry in her eyes. “I am. I just…you’ve got to help me. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Her friend seemed slightly reassured, though the worry didn’t go away as she crossed to the bed and plopped down on her mattress. Dragging a pillow into her lap, she prompted, “Of course I’m here for you. Now start from the beginning. What’s going on?”

Wringing her hands, Iris wore holes in the carpet, racing back and forth. “Okay. Well. You know how I swore that I had completely adhered to all of your rules in this friend with benefits thing I have going on with Barry? I may have – um – I may not have told you a couple of things. It’s entirely possible I bent a rule or two.”

Linda’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Oh, god. So you’re freaking out over that? I’m not going to pretend that’s great, but I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t handle. Okay, so let me guess. You’ve slept over at each other’s places once or twice?”

Iris nodded, not meeting her friend’s eyes. “Well, or…or five or six times.” After giving her friend a beat to process that revelation, she added, “Um…a week. Five or six times a week.” She heard Linda suck in a deep breath, so she rushed to confess the rest before she could chicken out. “Oh, and we’ve gotten breakfast together pretty much every time. And – and we cuddle. A lot.”

Linda’s jaw had dropped. “Is that it?” she asked in amazement.

“Yes. Well, no. We hang out together a lot outside of breakfast. And – and I just met his parents.”

Her friend jumped to her feet. “Jesus, Iris! You didn’t just bend the rules a little! You took the rules, and you put them on a space shuttle. You then took that space shuttle? Strapped a nuclear bomb on it, and then launched it into orbit.”

“Well, I –”

Linda wasn’t listening. “You then hit the nuclear bomb with another nuclear bomb. And then, when all the ashes from that explosion fell from the stratosphere? You swept them up into a huge pile and you lit them all on fire!”

Iris moved to the bed her friend had vacated and flopped down on it. Her head bowed, she admitted, “It gets worse. When I met them, it was pretty clear that they hadn’t just caught us studying, so I – I told them we were dating. And now they’re taking me to a formal dinner tonight, where his dad is going to be presented an award. Where Barry is going to have to pretend we’re dating and that he’s crazy about me. But I don’t want it to just be for pretend.”

Her friend’s eyes were wide when she flopped down next to her. “Iris. This is a total shitshow.”

“I know,” she agreed on a groan, collapsing onto her back. “Oh god. What am I going to do?”

Laying down next to her, Linda suggested, “My advice? Wear the red dress.”

Iris smacked her with a pillow. “That’s not what I mean and you know it!” she protested on a weak laugh. “Seriously, what do I do?”

Her friend sighed. “Maybe you should break it off with him.”

“You mean like we stage a breakup tonight? I don’t know. That seems…”

“No,” Linda interrupted her. “I mean you go over there right now and tell him it’s over.”

Iris shot back into a seated position. “What? No! That’s ridiculous!”

Before she could protest further, Linda sat up and interjected, “Okay, then. You tell him how you feel and deal with whatever happens from there.” When Iris looked at her in wounded betrayal, she continued, “You don’t have a lot of options here, girl. One way or another, you’re going to have to decide what it’s going to be. Because I don’t know what it is you’re doing with Barry, but it sure as hell isn’t friends with benefits. And it’s not dating, either, since you can’t date someone who doesn’t know they’re dating you back.

“So you want my advice? Decide what it is you want tonight, and figure out what you’re going to do about it. Because if what you want from Barry is to be friends, then I hate to tell you this, sweetie, but that ship has probably sailed. I don’t know what the hell the two of you are, but it isn’t just friends. Maybe you never will be again, but if that’s what you want, you need to get out now. On the other hand, if you want more, you’re going to have to risk whatever it is the two of you are doing to get it.”

She jumped to her feet, shaking her head. Deep down, she was afraid Linda had a point, but it wasn’t really something she wanted to think about right now. Surely she could find some sort of third option, some way to get her through the evening without risking losing Barry – or whatever it was they had between them – completely. She just had to find it.

“I should go,” she said, rushing towards the door. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I just – I need to think. Clear my head a little. Go back to bed, and I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

As the door shut behind her, she heard Linda yell, “I wasn’t joking about the red dress!”

Later that evening, Iris reminded herself to breathe as she climbed the stairs to Barry’s floor. Even as she tried to project an air of calm, her hands betrayed her, fiddling with her hair, the pendant laying between her breasts, the skirt of the red dress she wore.

She’d spent the afternoon telling herself she could get through one evening of make believe. But now that the evening was hand and she was all dressed up and ready to go, she couldn’t help but wonder deep down if Linda wasn’t right. Maybe it was time to tell Barry how she felt. She wasn’t fooling herself into thinking that he was in love with her, but she knew he cared about her, at least. Maybe his feelings could grow into more, given time.

Her footsteps slowed as she neared his door and she mentally prepared all the ways she could confess her feelings. How do you confess to someone that you love them while lying that it’s okay if they don’t love you back?

When she got to Barry’s door, she saw that it was cracked and heard his voice inside. Something about his tone caught her attention, though she couldn’t say quite what that was. Shifting her weight back and forth, she crept forward, not wanting to interrupt anything private. When she poked her head inside, she saw that Barry was on the phone. However, since he stood with his back to the door, he didn’t realize she was there.

“No, I don’t –” He paused. “I’m not trying to start a fight.” Realizing what she was interrupting, Iris took a step back, but she froze when she heard her name. “I’ve told you before to leave Iris out of this. No. I’m not going to talk about her with you.”

He sighed. “Patty, I’m sorry. I wasn’t – nothing has changed.” When he stopped and listened to something she said, Iris stepped around the corner, pressing her back to the wall. She knew she shouldn’t eavesdrop, but she couldn’t help herself. “I can’t tonight. My parents are in town and I –” Iris heard his footsteps as he started to pace. “Do you want me to leave them with someone else? You can come by and – no, I understand. Maybe tomorrow afternoon? I’m not sure what time. I’ll give you a call after my parents head out.” He was quiet for several seconds, and then he said, “Yeah. Yeah, of course. Okay. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye.”

Iris waited a few seconds, then she rounded the corner and breezed through Barry’s doorway as if she had just arrived. Dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants, he was standing in the middle of the room, staring at his phone with an unreadable expression on his face. “Hey!” she greeted him brightly as she closed the door behind her. “Almost ready to go?”

His smile was tight as he looked up at her. “Yeah, sorry. I just – I got distracted.”

Stepping close to him, Iris grabbed the strip of black fabric off the back of his chair and slung it around his neck. “I, uh, I heard you on the phone with Patty,” she admitted softly. “Everything okay?”

Barry touched the back of her hand. “Yeah. I found some old stuff of hers that she’s been looking for. It’s okay. It’s just…the business of breaking up, I guess. Trading stuff in boxes and reliving all of your mistakes.” Though he said it lightly, she wasn’t fooled that he was unaffected by the conversation with his ex.

Her hand stilling against his chest, she said, “I’m sorry. I know it’s probably weird, talking about this with me. But I’m here for you, you know. If you ever need to talk.”

Though the smile he flashed was brief, it was genuine. “I know.” Clearly choosing his words carefully, he continued slowly, “It’s not that I’m having second thoughts. It’s just…I should have been honest with her a lot sooner.”

Reminded of her own lack of honesty, Iris turned her attention to putting his bowtie in order. “Well, that isn’t always easy. Especially when the truth could hurt someone you love.” Straightening his tie, she added, “Or mean you lose them completely.”

She should tell him how she felt. She wanted to. But somehow she couldn’t lift her gaze above his bowtie, and all those lines she’d practiced in her mind on the way over had flown out of her head. So instead of telling him she loved him, she said, “I suppose it’s ironic, to be talking about honesty on tonight of all nights.” She could have kicked herself as soon as the words left her mouth.

Though he had started to reach for her, his hands fell to his sides before he could make contact. “I’m sorry, by the way. I didn’t mean to put you in such an awkward position.”

“It’s all right,” she murmured, stepping back to eye her handiwork. “It was my own doing. I just didn’t think we could sell your parents on the idea that you spent the night chastely on the floor. At the time, this seemed the less awkward option.”

He chuckled. “That’s because you’ve never been on the receiving end of one my mom’s interrogations.”

His joke got a laugh out of her. “Oh, dear. I’m really not very good at this friends with benefits thing, am I?” This was it. She should tell him how she felt. Just open her mouth and say the words. How bad could it be?

“Oh, I don’t know,” he murmured, reaching out to caress her cheek. “You seem pretty good at it to me. You look amazing tonight, by the way. I should have told you that sooner.”

Blushing, Iris watched as he shrugged into his tuxedo jacket. “You look pretty good yourself,” she admitted. Before she could dwell on what seeing Barry Allen in a tuxedo did to her heartrate, there was a knock on the door. It seemed his parents had arrived.

He turned to answer, but before he could, Iris grabbed his hand. “Wait!” she cried, pulling him towards her and stretching on her toes for a kiss. Scared it would be the last time she would ever do so. “I just…I wanted to…I love you, Barry,” she blurted, her heart pounding, as she pulled away. It wasn’t poetry, but it was the best she could do. All the eloquence she had imagined she would have in this moment had completely abandoned her.

He went absolutely still, his eyes wide. “Wh-what?” he breathed. “You love me?” She couldn’t read the expression on his face. He didn’t look happy. Or sad, for that matter. He just looked astonished. It was only for a second, but it was long enough for Iris to lose her nerve.

“I mean, tonight. In front of your parents. Just…remember that I love you.” The words spilled over each other, and she sent up a silent prayer that he would believe them.

He looked away from her and blew out a deep breath. In relief? She could only wonder. “Oh. Right. And I…love you.” There was another knock on the door, but he pulled her in and gave her a kiss so tender that it almost brought tears to her eyes. “I love you, Iris.”

When he released her to answer the door, Iris felt like he’d taken all the oxygen in the room with him. Hearing him lie to her with words she’d always longed for him to say was even more painful than she’d expected. She hated herself for her cowardice, but perhaps it had been for the best. Barry had hardly looked like a man about to confess his undying love to her. Not that she’d really expected him to, of course, but a part of her had hoped.

Sucking in a steadying breath, Iris squared her shoulders and pasted a wide smile on her face. No, she wasn’t a coward, she decided. It had been stupid of her to court disaster as she had. Tonight the two of them would play a part, and tomorrow, everything would go back to the way it had been.

And regardless of what Linda had said, that would surely be enough.

“I love you, Barry.” The moment played in a continuous loop through Barry’s mind. Over and over, he replayed that moment that he’d almost believed that his greatest wish had come true. He could hardly believe it, at first. He’d imagined Iris saying those words to him so many times that wondered at first if it was just a dream.

In retrospect, he was glad it had taken his mind a moment to catch up. If it hadn’t, it didn’t even bear thinking about how much he would have humiliated himself. And probably ruined everything.

Not that knowing it was an act stopped him from feeling like it was real. Not that he was trying too hard to remind himself otherwise. It’s easy to believe in a lie if you want to believe it’s the truth.

Iris took his hand as they accompanied his parents to the event. Just outside the door, they stopped so Nora could straighten Henry’s tie. “I look ridiculous,” he said sheepishly.

“You look just as handsome as the day we got married,” she corrected him, leaning forward to steal his lips in a kiss. “I’m so proud of you, honey.”

“I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Iris grabbed Barry’s hand and gave it a slight tug, pulling him aside. “Is it always like that with them?” she asked in an undertone.

Noting her slight blush, he chuckled. “You mean, like we’re intruding on a private moment?” Shooting a look at his parents over his shoulder, he replied, “All the time.”

“They’re…wonderful, you know? I can see what you meant when you talked about how they’re so in love with each other.” Clearing her throat softly, she added, “That kind of love is rare, I think, but I hope you find it someday.”

He smiled down at her. “You, too, Iris. You deserve to be loved like that.”

“Hey, lovebirds, you coming?” Henry’s voice interrupted the moment, and Barry looked over at his parents to find them both watching him, their smiles wide.

“Of course, Dr. Allen,” Iris replied, as Barry wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her lower back.

His dad shook his head. “Henry, please.”

Iris smiled. “All right. Henry it is,” she agreed.

As they entered the room, Barry watched as his parents were surrounded by those wanting to offer their congratulations. Though he father had complained about the pomp and circumstance of it all, he was clearly touched at the reception he received. Nora was by his side the entire time, charming his colleagues and radiating such pride, happiness, and love that she seemed to light up the room. And when he accepted his award and gave a short speech after, he might have been addressing the whole room, but he only had eyes for her.

But while Barry was of course proud of his father and touched as always to see the love his parents shared, tonight he was captivated by the woman at his side. If she was playing a part, she was doing it perfectly. Like his father, Barry wasn’t always the most at ease in large groups of people, but Iris was in her element. In fact, she was positively enchanting. She was quick to smile and ready to laugh, and she showed such genuine interest in everyone she met that Barry was sure she’d captured more than one heart before they even made their way to the table for dinner.

Before they took their seats at the table, Iris paused and leaned in, whispering lightly, “So? How am I doing?”

“You’re perfect,” he answered honestly in an undertone. Then, taking advantage of his parents’ presence, he leaned back and pressed a soft kiss across her mouth. Most of the time he had to lie and pretend it was the truth. Tonight, he could tell the truth and pretend it was a lie. “I love you so much, you know.”

Her smile was warm, and if he didn’t know better, he’d think she was sincere when she replied, “I love you too.”

“So. I didn’t get a chance to ask earlier. How long have you and Barry been dating?” The dinner had wound down and Henry had dragged Barry across the room to introduce him to someone. Iris was sitting at the table, sipping from a glass of champagne, when his mom pulled up a chair and hit her with the unexpected question.

Well. Maybe not that unexpected. She’d been wondering when the interrogation - kind and well-intentioned as it was – would start. “Um, a week, I think?” she offered, belatedly realizing she should have asked Barry when he last spoke to his parents earlier.

His mom made a thoughtful hum. “I see. And how long have you been in love with him? Much longer than a week, I’d bet.”

She paused, her glass stopping halfway to her mouth. “What makes you think that?”

Nora smiled at her. “Because I’m his mother and I have eyes. You don’t have that ‘just fell in love’ look to you when you look at him.”

Iris laughed. “And what does that look like?”

“Oh, you know. Like it’s scary and new and you don’t know if it’s real or if you’re imagining things.”

Resting her chin on her fist, Iris threw the older woman a bemused look. “So how do I look at him?” she asked.

Nora shook her head. “Like you’ve known you’ve loved him long enough that you don’t have to wonder if you’re imagining things or not. Which brings us back to my original question.”

Iris narrowed her eyes as she considered the woman in front of her. “Has anyone ever told you that you’d make a pretty good detective? Remind me to never introduce you to my dad.” Nora chuckled, but she didn’t take the bait and allow the change of subject.

Dropping her gaze to the glass in her hand, Iris focused on the bubbles rising to the surface of the champagne as she admitted, “Since the day I met him, I think. But like you said, it took me a while to accept that it was real and that I wasn’t imagining things.”

“Hm. And does he know that?”

She shook her head. “No. And I’d rather he didn’t. That probably sounds strange to you, but I think it would be…awkward. You know, with what happened with Patty and everything. I know she would never believe this, but I honestly would never have done anything to get in the way of that. I mean, as it is, I wonder sometimes if this is just a rebound thing and we’ll realize eventually that we’re better off as friends.” It was the excuse she’d come up with earlier, to explain their inevitable “breakup” one day. But right now, the excuse seemed weak.

Nora nodded slowly, her gaze thoughtful. “I understand. But I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” She laid her hand gently on Iris’s arm. “Watching Barry tonight…he’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time. I think that’s because of you.”

Iris wanted to believe that, because if it was true, it meant that Barry might return her feelings one day. After more time passed and he got over his heartache over Patty. Maybe one day, she could tell him the truth. It gave her a measure of hope for the future, at least.

“You two look like you’re plotting something. Should I be worried?” Barry joked as he returned to the table.

Iris met his eyes with a smile. “Not at all,” she answered, rising to her feet and grabbing his hand. “We were just talking about how much I love you.”

“In that case, maybe I should abandon you more often,” he murmured, with one of those grins that she loved so much.

“Don’t you dare,” she replied with mock severity. He lifted her hand to press a kiss on the back of the hand linked in his, and she thought, Not tonight, but maybe…Maybe Nora is right. Maybe soon, I’ll be able to tell him how I feel.

It was after one in the morning and Iris was already yawning by the time they made it back to Barry’s dorm building, but she didn’t seem ready to call it a night yet. As Barry climbed out of the car, she kicked off her shoes and picked them up, sighing happily as she flexed her feet. Then, after waving goodbye to his parents, she linked her arm in his and meandered towards the building.

Since the front doors to the dorms were locked at this hour, Barry stopped to pull his key out of his pocket. However, when he turned to escort Iris in, he saw a flash of red disappear around the side of the building. Curious to know what she was up to, he followed and found her heading towards the pool between his dorm and the next. Though the gate to the pool was usually locked, the lock had recently been broken when a party got out of control and hadn’t yet been replaced.

“Iris? What are you doing?” he asked, following her through the gate.

The pool sparked in the moonlight, and Iris smiled at him over her shoulder. “Come on and live a little, Barry,” she purred, dropping her shoes to the ground.

A swim by the moonlight wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d do, but he would go to the moon if Iris asked him to. He shrugged out of his jacket and turned to throw it on a nearby deck chair when he heard the splash of water nearby. Barry turned to find Iris stepping into the pool, her dress swirling around her calves already.

“You’re going in in your dress?” he asked in surprise.

Her throaty laugh caused a shiver down his spine. “If I didn’t and we were caught, I’d be arrested for public nudity.” Oh. Oh god. He froze as he watched the water reach her thighs. Then her hips. Her waist. Her torso. “You going to join me or not?”

Barry scrambled to tear off his shoes and socks, almost falling into the pool in his haste to do so. Then he waded into the pool, acting like there was nothing unusual at all about going for a late-night swim in near-full tuxedo with the woman he loved at one thirty in the morning. “So what now?” he asked in an undertone when he came to stand before her.

“Now?” she asked, and in the dim light, he saw her eyebrows raise. “Now…I think I owe you a dance. Our last one was interrupted.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, causing him to shiver when cold water dripped down his back. But it didn’t stop him from pulling her close and swaying with her in his arms, the only sound the soft ripple of water and her gentle hum as she sang along to a song that only she knew.

He didn’t know how much time passed before she broke off with a huge yawn, and Barry swept her off her feet, lifting her easily. Though she murmured a slight protest, she rested her head against his chest as he carried her all the way to his dorm room. He would have to remember to retrieve his jacket and their shoes in the morning.

He helped Iris get ready for bed, hanging their clothes in the restroom to dry first. Then, as he crawled into bed, she curled up against him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “Oh, Iris,” he breathed, pressing a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you so much. What am I supposed to do about that?”

But she was already asleep.

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