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datleggy · 3 years

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Post-demise At Hand

TW: mentions of past OD, past drug use, off screen death of character (Alex), grief, anger, misunderstandings

TK isn’t sure how to react to the news, if he’s being completely honest with himself.

He learns about the death of his ex through a post on Instagram via an old mutual friend of theirs that he hasn’t been in contact with since even before he packed up his life and moved to Texas. It’s hashtagged: #RIP #gonetoosoon and TK almost laughs out loud like some kind of maniac, because is that all Alex's life amounted to in the end?

Two half-assed hashtags and a badly edited picture of Alex smirking at the person who took the stupid photograph in the first place. TK remembers that day; Alex had finally passed his drivers test and gotten his license. He remembers telling Alex to smile, remembers his ex boyfriend turning to him, rolling his eyes, saying something like “Why did I bother with this again? We live in New York.” except TK can’t remember what he said to Alex to be on the receiving end of that knowing little smirk.

The one he can’t stop staring at now.

“Earth to TK!”

TK almost drops his phone onto the floor, blinking up at the person waving their hand in his face. “Huh?”

Judd gives him a curious look. “Been calling you for like a straight minute, kid, you doin’ alright?”

TK nods. “Yeah, sorry, yeah, I’m good, I was reading an article, I uh, got distracted.” he shakes his head. “What’s up?”

“Your boyfriend’s downstairs lookin’ for you--” Judd tries not so subtly to peek at whatever it is that’s got TK so enraptured and catches a glimpse of a familiar face, one that gives him pause.

He frowns. “TK, what the hell? Stalking your ex, seriously?” he blurts the accusation outloud without thinking, which is of course the very moment Carlos and Paul come gallivanting up the stairs, their laughter at something one of them said dying out abruptly.

Paul’s eyes dart between the two men and he clears his throat awkwardly before motioning for Judd to skedaddle with him. Judd, who couldn’t take a hint if it hit him on the side of the head like a tire iron, simply folds his arms across his chest expectantly. “Well? Your fella’s right over there, so what’re you doing all up in your ex boyfriends business?”

Paul sighs. Jesus. “Judd. Maybe we should give them some privacy?” Carlos is scarily silent next to him and Paul just knows shit’s about to hit the fan, and he’d rather be far far away when it does happen.

Carlos swallows hard, wipes his hands against his uniform pants, and says, “It’s fine. I’ll um, I’ll see you at home.” before turning around and going back the way he came.

“Man.” Paul stares at TK, who hasn’t uttered a single word as of yet. “You’re not gonna go follow after him?”

Judd scoffs. “And do what? Tell him it’s not what it looks like?”

TK blinks rapidly a few times, as if coming out of a daze. “I--” His eyes go wide when he realizes what’s happened. “Shit.” he runs over to the edge of the railing to call for Carlos, but his boyfriend apparently bolted, because he’s nowhere to be seen.

Judd whistles loudly behind him, arms still crossed disapprovingly. “Carlos is a good catch, TK, shouldn’t be messin’ around with him if you’re not--”

TK whirls around to face him, the look on his face mutinous. “I wasn’t stalking my ex on Instagram Judd! Get your head outta your ass and outta my business!”

Judd takes a step forward and Paul can see where this is headed; he immediately gets in between the two men, arms raised. “Hey! Enough! You two need to relax.”

Judd huffs. “I’m not the one tryna step out on my--”

“Alex is dead.” Saying it outloud is surreal.

Alex is dead.

What the fuck.

Paul and Judd both give pause.

“What?”

TK sighs, aggravated, and shows them the post he’d been caught looking at earlier.

“TK...” Paul gulps. “I’m sorry man.”

TK nods but doesn’t utter a word.

Judd cringes. “Crap, I--” He wants to smack his head against the palm of his hand as hard as he can. “I’m such a heel, Jesus TK, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed--I’m so sorry.”

TK leans his back against the railing and this time it’s his turn to cross his arms over his chest. “Yeah, well...tell that to Carlos.”

“TK I’ll call him right now and tell him I misunderstood, I swear--”

TK interrupts him again with a shake of his head. “No, no, it’s better if I just explain it myself.” he looks up at Judd through long lashes and manages a half hearted grin. “I guess I should be happy you respect my boyfriend enough to snitch on my ass?”

Judd knows TK’s throwing him a bone, but still, he doesn’t feel he can take it. “I do,” he admits. “But that don’t mean I should’ve went ahead and assumed the worst. You deserve better than that and for that I’m especially sorry.” The whole thing with his own father in law stepping out on his Grace’s mother is still messing around with his head, but that was no excuse to think the worst of TK, of all people.

But TK tells him not to sweat it, he’ll call Carlos and tell him everything, no big, really. And then he asks the two men not to mention anything about any of this to the Captain or to any of the rest of the team, if it can be helped.

Paul frowns. “TK, it’s not good to try and go through these types of things alone, you know.”

TK shakes his head. “I’m not trying to, really. I just,” he shrugs, looking a little like a lost lamb. “I don’t really know how I feel about it yet? So I’d rather not deal with everybody’s sympathies right now, if that’s ok.”

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He calls Carlos but gets sent straight to voicemail every single time and when that doesn’t work he texts him that whatever he thought was going on, there was nothing to worry about, that he would explain if Carlos would just pick up his damn phone.

Work gets progressively busier after that and TK barely has time to catch his breath, much less to try and get into contact with his boyfriend, and so it’s not until the very end of his shift, hours later, that he’s able to rush home--that is, he thinks sullenly, if Carlos hasn’t changed all the locks on him.

TK shakes his head; Carlos wouldn’t do that. He’s probably stewing though, and that thought doesn’t make TK feel any better as he steps past the threshold and inside. He’s had such a long and tiring day he hasn’t even had time to properly process what’s happened to Alex.

Carlos has cooked dinner, if the wonderful smell coming from the kitchen is any indication. He’s at the table eating alone with the TV on in the other room for background noise, and he doesn’t even look up to greet TK, only motions towards the stovetop vaguely. “Help yourself.” he mutters.

TK ignores the food and takes a seat right across from Carlos, leans over the table with a grimace. “Babe, I swear to you it’s not like that. Judd misunderstood what happened--”

Carlos sets his fork down with a clatter that startles TK into jumping slightly. “Look, I get it, moving in is a huge commitment, it’s scary, I know, but I didn’t think you would--”

“Please,” TK stops him. “Please let me just explain, please.” he hastily takes his phone out of his back pocket and opens the app. He can hear Carlos sigh above him but it doesn’t deter TK from finding the post and holding it up to his face. “This is what Judd saw me looking at.”

Carlos reluctantly lays eyes on the photo, his irritation and hurt only peeking when he sees that it’s a photo of TK’s almost fiance. That is, of course, until he reads the caption, notices the hashtags below, and suddenly it all makes sense. He doesn’t know quite what to say, except: “Oh.”

TK nods. “Caught me by surprise. I um, I haven’t heard from him since, well, you know. So I didn’t really know how to react when I found out and then Judd came up behind me and I mean, you know the rest of the story…”

“Oh.” Carlos says again, because he’s still trying to process the news.

“Yeah.” TK shrinks back in his chair and the wounded look of him finally snaps Carlos out of it.

“Crap,” Carlos groans. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He gets up and rounds the table, kneeling down in front of TK. “I was hurt and I ran off without letting you even get a word in, that was messed up and I’m sorry. Are you ok?” He makes a face at his own question, because of course TK isn’t ok. The man he’d proposed marriage to a little over a year ago now has passed, after all.

There’s no way he’s ‘ok’.

“I uh, I don’t know.” TK admits quietly.

Carlos puts a hand on his knee and squeezes gently. “It’s ok to be sad, Ty.”

TK shakes his head. “It’s--I’m not. I’m not sad. I think? I mean...it’s not like we were on friendly terms, you know? I’m more surprised I guess, than anything else. He was still so young.”

Carlos nods solemnly. “How did it happen, do you know?”

TK clears his throat and scratches at the back of his head. “The obituary I found online said it was some kind of car accident near PA. I didn’t really find out any more details than that, though. The funeral was earlier this afternoon.”

Carlos blinks. “Oh. None of your friends from New York said anything? Before today?” The fact that TK had to find out through Instagram is probably half the reason his boyfriend is finding it so hard to react properly to the tragic news.

“I didn’t really bother to keep in contact with a lot of our friends when I left, to be honest. And plus, they were all Alexs’ friends before becoming mine. So he kinda had the right to keep them after the divorce...in a manner of speaking.” TK runs a hand through the greasy locks of his hair and grimaces. “Anyway, I should probably go shower, it’s been a long day and I’m kinda gross.”

Carlos nods, letting TK worm his way out of the conversation without too much fuss.

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In the shower TK stands under the spray of hot water and stares blankly at the tiled wall in front of him, irritated by the jumbled thoughts plaguing him. God, he thinks, I could really use a drink right about now.

What exactly is he supposed to be feeling right now?

Grief?

Anger?

Or perhaps regret.

It’s not as though TK ever got any real closure with Alex and now he never would. After being rejected by the man and worse yet, told he’d been replaced, TK hadn’t wanted to feel any of that pain and had gone to great and dangerous lengths to make sure he was good and numb that night.

He hadn’t meant to overdose. But he’d popped a couple of pills initially, so sure that he could control himself this time, that this time it would be different. But twenty minutes later when the two little white pills had done nothing to soothe his aching heart TK thought, what’s two more? And then two more after that, and then maybe two more, and then he’d lost count, but fuck it, if he hadn’t felt better in the moment.

The pills had worked! He couldn’t feel a thing, his head was blessedly empty and suddenly this giant weight had been lifted from his chest and he could breathe again. Until he couldn’t.

The water is cold by the time TK steps out of the tub. He dries himself off and slips on a pair of boxer shorts and an old gray t-shirt.

Carlos is waiting for him in the kitchen with a full plate, reheated, and normally the smell would be appetizing, but tonight it makes TK a little sick. “You alright? You were in there a while.”

TK nods. “M’good.”

“Here, sit, you should eat something before going to bed.” he sets the plate down in front of him and TK just stares at it like it’s the first time he’s seen food in a while and he’s not quite sure what to do with it.

“Thanks, but I’m not really hungry. I think I’m just gonna go to sleep. I’m tired.”

Carlos nods, his lips pursed like he wants to say something more, but instead all he says is, “Ok.”

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It’s nearly three in the morning when TK wakes up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He’s not sure how he does it, but he manages not to wake Carlos up as he sneaks out of their bed.

A few minutes later he’s outside in his sweatpants and a hoodie, mindlessly jogging along his usual route. It’s not drugs or alcohol, but running does help. He runs and runs and runs until it hurts and even then, he keeps on running. It’s not until the cramping in his stomach is too much to bare that he finally stops and lets his body rest on a park bench.

And it’s then that he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket and realizes he’s got three missed calls. “Shit.” he picks up immediately, holding the phone up to his ear with a shaky hand. “Hey.”

“Where are you? TK, it’s almost five in the morning. What’s going on?” Carlos sounds frenzied on the other end of the line and TK can’t say he blames him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep, I went out on a run and I lost track of time. I’m headed home now, sorry. Go back to bed.”

“I can come pick you up, where are you?”

TK sighs. “Carlos, seriously, I’m within walking distance, don’t worry, I’ll be there in like fifteen minutes.” he hangs up without letting the other man get another word in, which he knows isn’t right, but can’t really find it in himself to care.

His legs feel like jello when he gets up and the trek back to their place is torturous enough to make TK regret telling Carlos not to bother getting him. By the time he makes it home he’s limping slightly and his stomach is in knots.

The door swings open before TK can even take out his keys, and Carlos is standing there at the entrance looking a mixture of concerned and annoyed.

TK rolls his eyes and ignores the look, pushing his way inside and kicking off his shoes at the door. “What?” he snaps, when Carlos won’t stop staring at him.

Carlos frowns. “Stop that.”

“Stop what? What are you talking about? I went out for a run. You’re acting like I went out to shoot up at a meth lab or something. I was gone for less than two hours!” TK half shouts, his frustration spiking up a notch.

“Stop shutting me out. I know you’re upset about what happened to Alex, but you can’t just-”

“About what happened to Alex?” TK scoffs incredulously. “Nothing happened to Alex, Carlos, he died. That’s not something that happens to someone and then they like, get the fuck over it! He died! He’s dead! Gone! Never gonna see him again, didn’t get to say bye or even fuck you to the guy, he just went ahead and died and that’s that!” TK lets out a choked little laugh that sounds more like a cry than anything and covers his face with both hands, tries his best to get his shit together and under control, but it’s no use.

It’s quiet for a long time and then TK speaks again and it's soft and agonized, “I loved him.”

And Carlos nods, takes him by the shoulders and leads him to the stairs, where they both sit down and TK buries himself into Carlos, into his safe haven, and his breath hitches loudly and Carlos says, “I know.” and TK lets out a big broken sob.

“I’m here.” Carlos assures him gently, “I’m here. It’s gonna be ok.”

#tw death #tw past drug use #911 lone star #fic #i wrote a thing and yes its 100% me projecting my own shit onto poor tk #this is the closest my none insured ass gets to therapy huh #tk #carlos #judd #paul #tarlos #long post is long #fanfiction #writing #grief

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skiller0dani · 4 years

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Little Miss Distraction | Timothee Chalamet

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You loved Tim’s Mom, you really did. She was sweet, and probably one of the kindest people you’ve ever met. But at this moment, you weren’t thinking about how kind his Mother was. You weren’t thinking about how delicious the food at this restaurant was. You were thinking about how goddamn good those necklaces looked on Timothee. You were thinking about him pushing those long fingers into you until you’re gushing all over the mattress. You were thinking about his big, throbbing cock he was currently hiding inside his jeans. You felt the dull aching between your thighs as you did your best to focus on whatever Nicole was talking about. Timmy smiled fondly at his Mother as she gushed about a Broadway musical she went to see. Watching his lips curl up into a smile you imagined his head between your thighs, his tongue toying with your clit. You feel a gush of wetness dampen your panties, this is not the place for this.

“Baby?” Tim asks as both him and Nicole’s eyes are on you. Shit. They must have said something to you but because you’re too busy drooling over Tim’s cock you have no clue what it was. You flushed under the attention, “sorry must have just spaced out.” You cover with a smile and while your lie was convincing enough for Nicole, Timothee eyed you. He noticed your flushed cheeks, and the way you squeezed your thighs together underneath the table. “How have things been at home without Timmy?” Nicole repeats her question with a smile on her face. You plaster a smile on your face as you subtly reach under the table to place a hand on Tim’s thigh. His jaw clenches slightly as his hand covers yours, he knows what you’re going to do next and he doesn’t feel like blowing his load while his Mother sat across from him.

“Yeah, I practically ache for him when he’s gone.” You tell her and she covers your hand on the table with hers. Nicole probably thinks you mean your heart aches when he’s gone, and while that’s true you also experience a much different aching in Timothee’s absence. Tim sucks a small breath in through his teeth at your words, feeling tingles shooting down towards his southern region. Nicole launches into a speech about how wonderful you are for sticking by Tim, while you inch your hand up his thigh- and closer to his beautiful cock. You nod along as Nicole continues to talk, and your fingers curl around his hardening cock through his jeans. Tim’s knee bumps the table as you squeeze him, “you alright Timmy?” His Mother asks and he raises his brows in a casual manner before clearing his throat. “Mm yeah I’m good.” He says and she eyes him for a moment before turning back to you.

You can see the pleading look in his eyes, but you’re not sure if he’s pleading you to keep going or to stop. You choose to believe he’s begging you to continue as you begin to rub him through his jeans. Tim’s hands fold together tightly on the table as he focuses his eyes straight ahead- doing his best to bite back a groan. “You know I’m sure you get lonely when Tim’s not around, must be hard to wander that house all by yourself.” Nicole comments and you grip him tighter, feeling his cock grow harder and harder against your hand. You nod, “yeah it’s really hard being there without him. I have to find various ways of occupying myself when he’s too far away.” You tell Nicole who nods along with your words, but Tim momentarily squeezes his eyes shut. You slowly unbutton his jeans and his entire body tenses, if he feels your hand on his cock he’s going to explode. “Tim honey you’re sweating. Are you feeling alright?” Nicole asks her son again. Tim nods as casually as he can, his heels digging into his chair. “Yeah yeah, just a little warm in here.” He breathes, and you have to bite back a giggle at how flushed his cheeks are.

“You look feverish.” She fusses, and Tim waves his hand as you slowly pull the zipper down and he knows you’re moments away from dipping your hand into his boxers and pulling out his cock. “I’m okay Mom really.” He insists and sure enough your hand wraps around his throbbing member, slowly pulling him out of his pants. Luckily the tablecloth conceals this to the other patrons, you doubt they’d enjoy seeing his cock as much as you would right now. You begin to slowly and teasingly stroke him, rubbing your thumb over the slit on the head. Tim begins to groan but covers it with a cough, his hand gripping the edge of the table tightly. Nicole dives into a conversation about some new cutlery Tim purchased her, praising how nice they are. You squeeze him lightly at the base and you see Timothee let you a strained breath.

The way your fingers are stroking him so gently is driving him crazy, all he can think about right now is removing those tight little jeans of yours and taking you right over this damn dinner table. When Nicole excuses herself to use the restroom, Tim is yanking your hand off of him. “You tryna make me come right at this table babygirl? Hm? You wanna see how long it takes before I make a mess?” Tim whispers hotly in your ear and you feel shivers run down your spine. You subtly rub your thighs together as Tim trails his hand up your outer thigh. “You wanna be punished when we get home baby? Is that it? You want me to punish you?” Timothee groans into your ear, casually leaning back in his chair when Nicole returns to the table. The throbbing between your legs is unbearable but you doubt Timmy will let you come anytime soon tonight, his punishments usually involve a lot of teasing. Checking her watch, Nicole bids you a goodnight and exits the restaurant, Tim already offered to pay the bill. He’s so sweet to his Mother, and for some sick reason it only makes you hotter for him.

Timothee grips your hand tightly as he pulls you out of the restaurant and towards the car. “You were a very bad girl.” He hums lowly as you near the car. You shiver in excitement, you love it when he gets like this, all controlling and dominating. Once you’re sat in the car Tim reaches into the middle console, digging around until he finds what he’s looking for. In his hand is a small vibrator, and your cheeks flush when you see it. “You want me to punish you hm? Then slide this in your little pussy and don’t come the whole way home.” Timothee orders, and you shakily take the vibrator from him. You unbutton your jeans and take the vibrator, pushing it into your soaking pussy. Tim holds the remote in his hands and turns it on to the lowest setting. Once the vibrator is nestled all the way inside you, Timmy reaches over and buttons your jeans before reversing out of the parking spot. You immediately throw your head back against the seat, whining softly as the vibrations run through you.

Timothee drives incredibly casually, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the other holds the remote. He gives no indication of being turned on and if you didn’t see his cock throbbing through his jeans, you’d think he wasn’t affected by this at all. When the car rolls to a stop at a red light, Timmy turns the vibrator up all the way and you cry out. Your back is arching into nothing as the vibrations cause your underwear to rub at your swollen clit. You moan as your fingers grip the leather of the seat, “God Timmy, I’m sorry baby I’m sorry please let me come!” You beg but he hums with a smile on his face before turning the vibrator all the way back down. You release a frustrated cry as you continue to writhe in the seat. You know you asked for this, you know you deserve all his teasing but damn you just want to come. “Mm not home yet baby, can’t come yet.” Timmy hums, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face.

You gasp softly as he turns it up to the medium strength and you do your best to reach over for him. When your hand nears his arm he pulls away, “only good girls get what they want baby.” Timothee scolds and you groan, tears of sexual frustration prickling at your eyes. He turns into your neighborhood, and doesn’t go a single mile over the 25 mph speed limit. “You nearly made me come all over myself with your hands baby, there were people around. That’s not something a good girl does.” Timothee says, his voice low and commanding as he turns the vibrator back down. Your eyes are squeezed shut as tears roll down your cheeks, you attempt to grind your hips down against the seat but you still don’t receive the friction you crave. You’re stuck teetering on the edge, not getting enough to come but getting just enough so that the feeling never dies down. When Timothee shuts the car off in your garage, he turns the vibrator off.

You nearly burst into tears as he exits the car, and follow suit. Your arousal drips down your legs as you follow him inside. Once the door to the garage is shut and you’re both standing in the kitchen- you eye the remote in his hands. Timmy slowly places his keys on the hook, and slides his shoes off. He moves leisurely about the kitchen, knowing that you’re throbbing. “Baby please,” You moan desperately, finally drawing his attention. Timmy turns to you with an amused smile on his face, “doesn’t feel good does it babygirl? Being so close to coming, and then never being able to.” He takes slow steps towards you, his eyes dark and dominating as he burns holes through you with his heated gaze. “That’s what you did to me in the restaurant.” Tim says softly, his lips mere millimetres from your own. Tears are still building in your eyes, you need to come so bad. “Baby, I’m sorry I teased you. I’ll make you come however many times you want I promise, just please touch me.” You cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as the throbbing beings to ache more and more.

Tim hums with a smile on his face, “you’re damn right you’re gonna make me come. Now get on your knees for me babygirl.” He whispers in your ear and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him, willing to do anything to get him to touch you. Your fingers shakily pop open the button of his jeans as he leans back against the counter, his hands gripping the edge. You yank his jeans and boxers down, revealing his beautiful cock as it slaps against his stomach. When it comes to pleasure, Timothee is the boss and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You take him in your mouth and he groans, his head falling back. You take him as far as you can, covering the rest of his hard cock with your hand. “God you fucking suck me off so good baby,” Tim groans, his hand winding in your hair. He pulls his bottom lip with his teeth as he uses his hand to push you down on him harder. Reaching his hand back to the counter, he switches the vibrator on and you whine, his cock still in your mouth.

You moan as you continue to slide your lips down his cock. The vibrations of you moaning against him releases a string of curses under his breath. Tim pushes your head so far down him that you gag, and saliva dribbles down your chin. You feel his hips jerking just as your own thighs begin to shake and just as he comes in your mouth, he switches the vibrator off- leaving you hanging again. You swallow every drop of his come as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks. “You look so good like this baby, on your knees in front of me and crying for my cock.” Timothee hums as he leans back against the counter, trying to catch his breath. Tim strokes a hand through your hair before yanking his jeans back up and walking past you. Your core is burning with need as you stand to helplessly follow him up the stairs like a lost puppy.

You follow him to your shared bedroom, the vibrator slipping out of your pussy due to how slick you are. You pull it out and toss it on the bed as Timmy strolls into the closet. “Timmy,” You cry in need, unable to stop the tears of frustration as they flow down your cheeks. “Hm?” He hums in response from inside the walk in closet. You rub your thighs together, strongly resisting the urge to reach down and touch yourself. You know if you do that without his permission he definitely won’t let you come tonight. “I’ve learned my lesson I promise, now please please make me come.” You sob, watching with teary eyes as he emerges from the closet in only his tight black boxer briefs. “You think you’ve learned your lesson baby?” He coos in a gently voice, reaching up to cup your cheek. You nod instantly, your hands reaching up to grab at his shoulders. “So when we’re out, and you get needy for my cock what are you gonna do hm?” He asks, his eyebrow cocked as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m gonna wait Timmy, I’ll wait until we get home.” You cry out desperately, and when you see the smile slide onto his face you nearly faint from relief. “That’s my good girl,” He growls before pushing you back on the bed. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, before ripping it up and over your head. Timothee releases the clasp of your bras and your sore nipples immediately spring free, and he smiles in delight. “You’re so ready for me baby.” He whispers before taking a nipple into his mouth. You cry out, happy to be getting some relief. Timmy takes your nipple in between his teeth before biting softly, and you reach up to grab at his hair. “M-more baby more,” You gasp and he obliges, kissing down your abdomen. Your entire body feels like it’s been set on fire as Timmy yanks your jeans down your legs and off your ankles. When he spreads your legs he sees the wet mess between your thighs and bites his lip, “you’re so wet baby. Did I tease you too much?” He asks playfully as you wriggle your hips towards his face.

Wrapping his arms around your thighs he presses a light kiss to your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body. Just the simple action has you crying into the pillow and Timmy knows he’s got you right where he wants you. Suddenly he flattens his tongue over you, licking a long line from your entrance to your clit. You cry out again, feeling lightheaded as your fists squeeze the sheets tightly. Moans are spilling from your mouth and when he slides 2 digits into your slick opening, you know it won’t be long before you’re coming. “Please don’t stop baby please please.” You plead, the word ‘please’ rolling off your lips as he thrusts his fingers into you, his tongue toying at your clit. When Timmy nips at your clit and roughly thrusts his fingers into you, you explode around his fingers. Your body convulses, and you cry out loudly, this time tears of relief cascading down your cheeks. Timothee hovers over you, with a sweet smile on his face.

“Y-Your cock baby, give me your cock.” You plead again, that burning desire still slightly throbbing between your thighs. Timmy doesn’t need to be asked twice as he kicks his boxers off and presses his head into your lips. He drags his cock over your clit and you dig your nails into his back, “baby!” You cry out, having had enough of his teasing tonight. Tim chuckles darkly as he slams into you, a broken groan leaving his lips. He begins to fuck into you at an ungodly pace and you cling to him, moans and desperate cries leaving your lips. Tim’s lips find your neck and bite at the skin there as he continues to snap his hips into yours and every time his pelvis connects with yours, you’re seeing stars. “Baby please don’t stop!” You cry out, your breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust into you. Tim feels you beginning to squeeze him tighter, and he moans deeply before reaching down to thumb your clit. “Fuck, come around me baby. Come around my cock.” He gasps, breathless and as soon as the words leave his mouth you’re coming again. White spots explode behind your eyes as you gush around him so hard you don’t even realize he’s emptying his load into you.

Your body shakes and trembles as Timmy gently fucks you through your orgasm, both of your bodies covered in a sheen layer of sweat. Your hands stay wrapped securely around his back as your heart races in your chest. You wince as he pulls out, already wishing to be filled by his cock again. “Don’t tease me.” Tim hums as he pulls you over to lay on his chest. You giggle as you press a kiss to his shoulder, “I’m going to tease you all the damn time if it means you’ll fuck me like that.” You retort and you can practically feel his eye roll.

“Baby you drive me crazy.” He groans before rolling over you again, and you know he means it- and you love it.

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arckook · 5 years

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around and around - four

pairing: cho seungyoun x reader, kim wooseok x reader

au: idolverse

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description: you’ve had a one-sided crush on your close friend seungyoun for who knows how long, but things don’t stay so black and white when he introduces you to his new groupmate kim wooseok.

You think you’re going crazy.

The song starts over again- it’s on automatic repeat.

“Ay boy, whatcha say, boy? You tryna play coy, like a gameboy?”

Resisting the urge to chuck something at the speakers, you get up from where you’d been sitting on the floor of the dance studio, and with an unnerving level of calmness, turn the music off.

Your hands are shaking, you notice, as you watch your fingers still set on the spacebar of the computer where the music was hooked up to.

You turn over your shoulder, looking at the mirror. Your face is sullen, especially since you have no makeup on. You can see the dark circles under your eyes from here, all the way across the room.

You sit down on the couch by the computer this time, staring into your own eyes through the mirror.

You’ve been here alone for twelve hours.

Now, twelve hours doesn’t seem that long to be alone. Tons of people live like that, almost every day. Maybe they work from home, or when they go to work or school they don’t socialize, and they stay in their room when they’re in their house.

But at least those people choose to pass their time that way.

You can feel a scream building in your chest, the pent up frustration you’d been trying to rid for the past few hours by practicing the Gayo Daejun routine over and over threatening to spill out.

When your manager Dowoon had showed up at your music studio while Seungyoun was over a few days ago, you didn’t think he’d actually punish you. Sungjoon had never done stuff like that- he was strict about your schedules, and your diets, and your behavior on TV, but he never restricted your freedom the way that Dowoon does.

Dowoon hadn’t yelled or anything like that. You’d opened the door, expecting him to tell you something important- you’d thought that maybe Haeyoung-ssaem had decided to call you all to dance practice and she’d let your manager know first instead of texting you. Instead, Dowoon told you he was coming to check up on you since the secretary at the desk told him you’d come upstairs with a guy.

He’d kicked out Seungyoun, who was pretty obviously confused and surprised by the whole thing, in just a few short words. And then, that was when Dowoon starting yelling.

After he was done lecturing you about being irresponsible, that you knew you weren’t supposed to be dating (ignoring you when you tried to insist that Seungyoun was just a friend), that he couldn’t believe you’d brought a boy into your studio… after all of that, you thought it was over. You’d gotten yelled at like a kid who made trouble in school, and for how embarrassing and upsetting it was, you thought that was it.

But then, Kim Dowoon said that you would work from morning to night for the next week. No phone while away from the dorm, and only ever seeing the members and the managers, when necessary.

You really think you’re going crazy.

Knock.

The sound of someone’s fist rapping against the wood of the studio door surprises you enough that you jump a little, but you settle back into the couch, thinking that you imagined it. Who knocks just once, anyway?

Knock.

Your eyes snap to the door, looking through the mirror. There’s a window in the door, but Dowoon taped a piece of black paper over it so you wouldn’t be able to see if it was him coming or not.

Yeah, you have a great head manager.

You get up with a sigh, figuring that it probably is him, and he’s going to yell at you for not practicing. You grasp the door handle and pull, finding it unbelievably hard to open.

“Look, I took a break because I’ve been dancing for 3 hours-” you start, trying to justify why there wasn’t music playing. And then you look up, shutting your mouth abruptly, and then opening it again in shock. “What the hell?!”

Kim Wooseok is standing in front of you, in a black coat, face empty of glasses and head empty of a hat, but hands not-empty.

“I brought food,” he says, holding up two bags of some kind of takeout.

Still in awe, your mouth hangs open, staring at him like he’s some kind of angel. Well, with that face, and the fact that he has food, angel is not far off from accurate.

“Get in here quickly,” you say, snapping to your senses when you hear footsteps in the hallway. Wooseok gets the memo and slides past you into the studio, you shutting the door and locking it behind him. You told Dowoon you’d lock it, so it wouldn’t be out of place.

Wooseok is looking around the room when you turn around, nodding to himself. “Nice studio. Smells like sweat, though.”

“I wonder why,” you respond sarcastically, setting the fan higher to get the air moving.

He looks over at you, a slight frown drawing his brows together. “Have you really been in here by yourself the whole day?”

That in turn makes you frown, realizing that for Wooseok to have shown up here, he must have known your situation. “How’d you know that?”

Wooseok sighs, setting down the bags of takeout on the floor and starting to take off his coat. “Seungyoun told us a couple days ago that your manager showed up while the two of you were hanging out together in your music studio, and he got suddenly kicked out. I tried texting you the past few days but you never answered. Earlier, I saw Yoon Eunmi in our company building, so I asked her where you were. She explained and I thought it was pretty pitiful, and that I ought to bring you some food.”

You actually laugh at the fact that he called you pitiful, which momentarily amazes you, because you did not think you had enough energy left in you to laugh at something. You shake your head to get back to your senses. “Well, I appreciate you showing up. Like, a lot. I’m losing my fucking mind.”

“So you have been in here all day alone,” Wooseok says, draping his coat over the couch. He gives you a somewhat judgy look. “I’m guessing that’s why you look like… that?”

Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about your sweaty hair, sweaty skin, and sweaty clothes, you turn slightly away, tugging your hair out of it’s ponytail so it might dry out quicker. “Yep. Twelve hours. Straight dancing.”

“Did you eat lunch?” Wooseok sits down on the floor, which surprises you, considering how hesitant he was to sit on the step by the river. He starts undoing the plastic wrapping around the takeout, and despite your shyness, you peek by looking at the mirror.

Your stomach immediately rumbles when you see the bowls of jajangmyeon- and some bulgogi on the side? Unusual, but you’re not complaining. “Do you really think that the guy who locked me in a dance studio the whole day was going to tell me to have a hearty meal halfway through?”

In response, the man on the floor just gives you an unimpressed look. “Then come eat.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” you mumble, sitting and scooting over so that you’re across from Wooseok. You crack apart some chopsticks and take one of the bowls of noodles for yourself, hoping he doesn’t mind that you’re about to dig in like you’ve been starved for months. You can’t help the fact that you have an appetite.

Both of you eat in silence for a while. You’re practically inhaling the meal, while Wooseok eats more quietly and calmly, but he doesn’t give you any more judgemental looks. You think he actually does feel bad for you, and is trying to hide it with his prickly personality.

“By the way, Wooseok-ssi-” you start, but stop when said person waves his hand.

“Let’s drop the formalities,” he says. “This is the third time we’ve met up together, and you send me enough random pictures that I feel weird calling you ‘ssi’ still.”

“Those are memes, not just pictures,” you say under your breath, ignoring his glare. “Okay, fine by me. What should I call you, then? Sunbae?”

Wooseok’s nose scrunches a little. “That’s barely an improvement.”

Feeling energized enough to be annoying (thanks to the food), a sly smile slips onto your lips as you twirl the chopsticks around in your fingers. “Really? What else is there, then?”

He really glares this time. “I don’t understand why you have to make everything uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” you repeat, eyes wide. “Hm. I wasn’t feeling that way. I think it’s just you.”

“I’m older than you and I’ve unfortunately seen a lot of you the past two months,” Wooseok says, then glances away as he mutters the last part. “...So just call me oppa.”

You can’t help but internally cringe-laugh a little bit, because honestly, you tend to call as few people by that as possible, but you can tell that this will be an easy way to tease Wooseok, so you’re going to go with it.

You shrug. “Whatever, that works for me. You seem like the type to be into girls calling you that, so I figured you’d ask eventually.”

“What?” he exclaims, pointing a chopstick at you dangerously. “Don’t make it sound weird.”

“It’s not weird, tons of guys are like that,” you say, trying to hold back laughter.

“Yah,” Wooseok jabs the chopstick in your direction. “L/N Y/N.”

“Don’t you mean Y/N-ah?” you smile sweetly. “Oppa?”

He sighs deeply, shaking his head. “I forgot what you’re like. I can already feel a headache coming on.”

“Can you pass the meat?” you ask, ignoring his shady comment.

Wooseok wordlessly hands it over, taking off the lid for you. You mumble a thanks and keep eating, finally starting to feel full after finishing up the jajangmyeon and splitting half of the bulgogi with Wooseok.

You set down your chopsticks across the bowl and let out a “phew!”, pressing your hands to your stomach. “That was so good. You’re my savior.”

Although you spoke in a lighthearted manner, Wooseok doesn’t laugh (which isn’t surprising), but when you meet his eyes, he doesn’t even look the slightest bit amused.

“What?” you question, frowning.

“It’s not right that you got locked up in here and you didn’t even get to eat,” he says, looking down and pushing around what’s left in his bowl. “I think you should talk to your CEO about finding a new manager.”

You laugh sharply. “Fat chance. Dowoon-oppa got picked specifically by the CEO because he’s managed other girl groups in the past and kept them out of scandals. I guess this is how.”

“I’m guessing this isn’t the first shitty thing he’s done to you?” Wooseok says, a displeased expression taking over his face.

You shift uncomfortably. In terms of bad managers, you’ve heard a lot of horror stories, especially from your female seniors, that make you feel like Dowoon isn’t that bad. You don’t want to aimlessly complain about things that aren’t that uncommon in the industry.

“Y/N-ah,” Wooseok says, catching you off guard. You meet his gaze, and it’s probably the softest you’ve ever seen him look at you. He seems a little bit awkward at the same time, like he’s not used to this kind of situation, but he clears his throat nonetheless and goes on. “Just tell me.”

You sigh, leaning back on your hands. “It’s not like it’s that bad, it’s just really different from before… I mean, we already finished promoting ages ago but because of the year-end shows he said that if he catches us gaining any weight at all he’s sending a supervisor with us anywhere we go to make sure we don’t eat too much. He’s been making us get on the scale when we get back from somewhere when he wasn’t with us. Our schedule has gotten so much tighter since he started… we used to get days off every once in a while, or at least not work the whole day, but he doesn’t care. He just schedules as many things as possible.”

You run your hands through your hair, letting out a noise of frustration. “And not to mention the fact that even though I’m the one who got in trouble for hanging out with Seungyoun, he shut down my members’ plans for their free time because he “can’t trust us”. So now they’re also getting punished even though they didn’t do anything, and it’s not like I even did something this bad…”

You risk a glance at Wooseok, and he’s frowning. He takes a deep breath, and then sighs deeply too.

“...It’s hard, right?” he says, and you think he’s planning to go on, but something about that phrase tugs at your heartstrings, and you suddenly feel tears welling up in your eyes.

Wooseok is quiet again, and you hate that, because now you’re trying really hard to blink your tears back into your eyeballs, but you keep sniffling, and it’s definitely obvious that you’re about to cry-

Without saying anything, Wooseok scoots over to you, lightly and cautiously wrapping his left arm around your shoulders. You can feel that he still has that awkward air about him, but you don’t really care, because you appreciate that he’s at least trying to comfort you when he doesn’t have to.

“Just let it out,” Wooseok says quietly, patting your shoulder. “You’ll feel better.”

So you do.

You’re laying in your bed that night, Soohyun cuddling with you despite the fact that you both barely fit.

“Unnie, get off your phone,” she mumbles, her face on your chest. “I wanna hug you.”

“You big baby,” you playfully shove her away. “I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what?” before you have time to protect yourself and your phone, Soohyun snatches it out of your hand and rolls to the other end of the bed, laughing maniacally as stands up and holds your phone out of your reach. Curse that child for being taller than you.

“Whatever,” you grumble, sitting back down on the bed. “Look at it all you want.”

Soohyun gasps in an almost theatrical way, dropping down from her standing position. “I thought it’d be about Cho Seungyoun, but what is this? A new challenger? For Y/N-unnie’s heart?”

You shove her again. “It is not like that. This man saved my life today.”

“Huh?” Soohyun raises her brows. “Did you have a secret visitor at the dance studio?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” you hum, shrugging. “He brought me food and stuff.”

“He brought you food?” Soohyun exclaims. “Then why did you act like you were starving and beg Eunmi-unnie to make something when you got home?”

“I did not beg!” astounded, you point your finger in Soohyun’s face. “She totally offered first! Did you expect me to turn down a meal?”

She settles down, crossing her arms. “I guess not.”

After a few seconds, you decide to try taking back your phone, sneakily reaching over to hopefully pull it out of Soohyun’s hand before she notices your intentions. Unfortunately, your plan is foiled when she seems to remember that she has it and starts scrolling through your messages with Wooseok again.

“Dang, you send him so much stuff and he barely replies,” Soohyun says, then gives you a sympathetic look. “But I know you have no shame, so that’s not really surprising.”

“You’re such a brat,” you tell her, but without malice. She shrugs, smiling, and keeps scrolling.

“So who is this? He looks super familiar.”

“It’s Seungyoun’s groupmate Kim Wooseok,” you explain, adjusting your spot and leaning on her shoulder so you can see as she looks through your texts with Wooseok. “I met him at a dinner that Seungyoun brought him to like three months ago.”

Soohyun laughs out loud when she sees that you’ve sent selfies. “Unnie, are you serious? Why would you already send him a selfie only three weeks after he first ever texted you? Do you actually like him or something?”

“No way,” you say, internally cringing at yourself. Why did you send him that? You look so tired, even with makeup on.

Well, you guess he saw you today with no makeup and also sweat pouring down your face, and also when you were awkwardly crying, so… whatever?

“He’s handsome,” Soohyun comments, tapping on the contact icon. She giggles again. “Why’d you set a fansign picture as his image?”

“Because he looks good there,” you shrug. “Oh!” you take your phone from her, ignoring the whining coming from your right.

You tap edit and then delete ‘Kim Wooseok-ssi’ from the contact name bar, typing in ‘Wooseok-oppa’ instead.

From your right, you hear a teasing “ooooooooo” sound, and look over to see Soohyun smirking, wiggling her brows. “Oppa?”

“He told me to call him that, so I’m gonna,” you respond, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Hm.” she looks just as smug still. “I think this is perfect. I give you my blessing to keep seeing him so you can get over Cho Seungyoun.”

“I told you I don’t like Wooseok like that,” you grumble, moving away from her to get back under the covers and lie down. Soohyun follows you, tucking herself in and wrapping her arms around your waist again.

“Maybe not, but he might like you, and then you could grow to like him back, and it will be the most beautiful love story that will inspire our best album yet-”

“Huh?” you cut her off, giving her a weird look. “Why would you think Wooseok likes me?”

“Why else does someone sneak into another company’s building after coincidentally hearing that a girl they know has been locked up by her demon-manager, with food in tow?”

“Uh, because they’re a good person,” you say like it’s obvious. “Not everything is about romance.”

“But I want it to be,” Soohyun whines, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. “It would be so cute.”

Ding!

You both look at your phone (well, Soohyun tries, but she’s put herself in a position where it’s hard to see your hands) as soon as the message pops up on your home screen.

Y/N-ah. Cheer up. Let’s eat something nicer next time.

You can’t help the smile that spreads over your lips, not really hearing Soohyun complain about not being able to see who texted you.

Your choice!

You send, and then snicker to yourself as you continue.

...Oppa ;)

You can already imagine Wooseok shaking his head in exasperation.

“Unnie!” Soohyun tugs on your arm. “Let me see!”

“Nope,” you tell her, reaching over to put your phone on your nightstand, and switching off the light. “It’s bedtime.”

By the next time you’re able to meet up with your friends, most of award season has passed, meaning everyone’s schedules have cleared out more. In your case, your manager Dowoon has finally relaxed a little- for the past couple of weeks he’s been letting you and your members do what you want during your free time (which you’re also slowly getting more of) and isn’t being as strict on your weights and diets.

So when Jimin calls you asking if you want to meet up and have a drink at her place, you’re quick to agree.

You get to her apartment at around seven in the evening, having spent the earlier part of your day at the dance studio (by choice this time). You feel full of energy and your mood is high after having just messed around at the studio, dancing to whatever songs you felt like since you have no choreography to stress about right now.

You knock on Jimin’s door as soon as you walk up to it- she had to let you into the building anyway so she knows it’s you.

“Y/N!” she exclaims, grinning when she opens the door.

“Hey!” you laugh as you hug, Jimin then standing to the side to let you in. You take off your shoes and padded jacket, leaving it on the hook by the door, and start walking to the kitchen, her following.

“You look comfy,” she comments, so you do a little twirl, showing off your big pink sweater and oversized sweatpants.

“It’s a fit, right?” you ask, flipping your hair and posing like you’re at a photoshoot. “It gets better though.”

“Oooo,” Jimin holds up a finger as you sit down on one of the stools at her breakfast bar, setting your bag down. “Let me guess: sock message?”

You hold up your feet in response. Jimin laughs when she reads what the bottoms say, which is “If you can read this” on the right one and “bring me a drink” on the left.

“I’ll get to it then,” she says, heading over to the fridge, from which she pulls a few bottles of soju and a case of beer.

“Don’t let me do any shots tonight,” you tell her, reaching over to the edge of the counter to grab the stack of delivery places’ leaflets and ads. “What should we order?”

“Oh, Seungyoun’s bringing food,” Jimin says as she cracks open a beer bottle. Your jaw drops, smacking the flyers you were holding down on the counter.

“What?” you exclaim, apparently surprising your friend, who gives you a questioning look. “You did not tell me Seungyoun was coming.”

“Oh,” Jimin says, her lips forming the same shape. “Well, I invited everyone but only you, Seungyoun, and Vernon could come. I think the two of them are coming together in like half an hour.”

Groaning, you drop your head into your hands. “I thought it was gonna be a girls’ night. Do you see how I look right now? This is a girls’ night outfit!”

“Who cares?” Jimin says, shrugging. “It’s just Seungyoun and Vernon. I’m sure they’ve seen you in a sweater before.”

She might think she’s right, but you always dress nicer when you know Seungyoun is going to be somewhere. He’s definitely seen you on facetime or in pictures looking like garbage, but not in person. You’re basically in pajamas right now, with unstyled, messy hair and no makeup on at all.

Goddamnit.

“Do you have any makeup I can put on? They’re gonna judge my bare face,” you whine, making sure to include Vernon in the judging too so Jimin doesn’t get suspicious.

“They are so not,” is all she says, handing you a glass with the somaek she just mixed. “Drink this and relax.”

You sigh, accepting your fate, and take the drink, downing half of it in one go. You weren’t allowed to drink during your diet for all of December, so you’re craving the feeling of being a little tipsy.

Lo and behold, by the time there’s knocking on the door around twenty minutes later, you’re already on your second drink, despite knowing you should slow down. For some reason, you’re feeling very anxious about seeing Seungyoun again for the first time after he got kicked out of your music studio. That was over a month ago, and you’ve thought it over a million times since then. He’d never texted you. Maybe he wasn’t sure if you had your phone or not, and didn’t want to get you in trouble if you didn’t.

Or maybe he just didn’t care to.

That thought makes you feel sick enough to take another long swig of you drink as Jimin gets up to open the door.

“We brought chicken!” Seungyoun’s voice rings out into the apartment, drawing your attention immediately. You stand from where you’d been sitting on the floor by the couch and walk over to the entrance, eyes widening in surprise when you see who’s actually here.

“Sahee!” Jimin exclaims, hugging the girl that’s behind Seungyoun and Vernon. “It’s been forever!”

“I know, right,” said girl, Sahee, replies with a grin. She turns to you, noticing you before the others do. “You must be Y/N! I’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Hello,” you say, bowing your head politely since you can’t tell if she’s older than you. Shocking you enough that you almost drop your drink, the girl embraces you suddenly, then pulls back with her hands gripping your shoulders.

“I’ve heard so much about you from Seungyoun, I think we’ll totally be friends! You’re so much prettier in real life, too. I always see your face when I go shopping!”

You laugh, somewhat awkwardly because not only are you confused, you’re a little uncomfortable. “Oh, thank you.”

You’re not sure why, but part of your disappointment at Seungyoun bringing a girl along with him is that he didn’t bring Wooseok. You think you ought to text him later and ask why he didn’t come.

“Everyone come sit down,” Jimin says as Sahee lets you go. You avoid Seungyoun’s gaze as you all start walking back over to where you’d been before, instead greeting Vernon and helping him carry one of the boxes of chicken.

You sit down between Jimin and Vernon, Seungyoun and Sahee ending up across from you. Immediately, you finish what was left in your drink.

“Soooo,” Sahee starts, opening up one of the boxes and putting a few pieces of chicken on all of the plates you set out before. “We should celebrate Seungyoun, Vernon, and Y/N’s awards from this season with a toast!”

Everyone cheers, and you cheer along, clapping your hands as Jimin pours the drinks. Your group hadn’t won a lot of awards by any means- the competition is fierce among girl groups. Despite that, standing up on stage and accepting what you did win is a memory you’ll never forget.

You all clink glasses and then drink- but since you’re attempting to be sensible and not pass out, you just take a sip.

“Oh- by the way, Y/N,” Jimin says once everyone sets their glasses down. You glance over, having picked up a chicken leg and prepared yourself to eat it. “Sahee is an old friend of ours, she’s a composer.”

She’s a friend.

You almost sigh in relief, but instead just smile at Sahee. “It’s nice to meet you, sunbaenim.”

She waves her hand. “Just call me Sahee-unnie. I’m not big on formalities.”

You nod, biting into your food.

The conversation goes on from there, and you find Sahee a lot nicer and more interesting than you had expected. Or maybe you just didn’t want to like her off the bat because she showed up with Seungyoun and you were afraid they were dating. Either way, you manage to avoid talking directly with Seungyoun because everyone else fills up the conversation so well.

After about an hour, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

When you come back out, Sahee is standing in front of the door, leaning against the wall like she was waiting.

“Oh, sorry,” you tell her with a sheepish smile. “I took a minute to fix my hair.”

“No worries!” she says. “I wasn’t waiting for the bathroom, I was waiting for you.”

You raise your brows, surprised. “Oh, really?”

Sahee nods, smiling. “Can you come out onto the balcony with me?”

You nod slowly. “Uh, sure.”

You follow Sahee out through Jimin’s bedroom and onto her balcony, a little confused as the girl beside you casually leans on the railing. She smiles over at you, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Sorry if this is weird,” she says. “I just don’t want anyone else to hear.”

“Oh, okay,” you respond, quietly. You tug at your fingers, feeling nervous for some reason. You shuffle your feet, but kind of lose your balance. Sahee reaches out and stabilizes you, chuckling.

“You’re pretty tipsy, huh?” she pats your arm. “I can’t get drunk around Seungyoun. I’m scared that if I do, I’ll accidentally tell him how I feel.”

It takes a moment for her words to register in your head.

“How you… feel?” you repeat, frowning.

Sahee laughs under her breath, shaking her head. “I know this sounds ridiculous, but I needed to meet you. I know Seungyoun trusts you, he adores you like you’re his real little sister. I’ve loved him for years. I just need someone to… someone to figure out how he feels about me. Someone to make me look good. I can’t handle it being one-sided anymore.” she looks at you, eyes full of hope. “Would you do that for me?”

Your head spins.

“...Huh?” is all you manage to say, cold from shock. “You want me to… what?”

“Y/N-ah,” Sahee says, taking both of your hands in hers and standing face to face with you. She clutches them, her grip tight, her long nails digging into your skin. “Please. Please do this for me.”

You stare at her, your mouth hanging slightly open. “I don’t… I don’t know if that’s fair of me… shouldn’t you just…” you swallow, hating yourself as you say the words. “Shouldn’t you just tell him yourself?”

Hypocrite.

That’s what you are.

“Please, Y/N,” Sahee practically begs, tugging at your hands. “I’m asking you girl-to-girl. I’m sure you’ve felt this way before. Please.”

Your stomach turns, and you lurch away from her, pressing your hands over your mouth. You vaguely hear Sahee gasp and ask if you’re okay. Your hands shake and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to mutter something about being fine. Sahee’s hand wraps around your wrist and you feel her try to pull you back into the apartment, but you pull back, letting go of your mouth.

“I just need some air,” you tell her, shaking your head. “I’m sorry. Just give me a minute. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” she says, but you start tuning her out, clutching the rail so tightly that your knuckles turn white, and dipping your head down so that your forehead rests on it between them.

Sahee leaves when you don’t lift your head back up for a few minutes. She probably went to tell them that you’re feeling sick and wanted a minute alone outside.

Hands shaking, you finally let go of the rail, and take your phone out of your pocket. You open your messages, searching for Kim Wooseok.

i need to talk to you. are you busy tonight?

You send it without thinking much, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself. He answers right away.

What’s wrong?

Your fingers are trembling so hard that you mess up and have to retype your message over and over again.

i just have to ask you something. it’s urgent. i need to get out of here

Once again, he replies instantly.

Where are you? I’ll come get you.

You sigh in relief, sending him Jimin’s address.

I can be there in twenty minutes, is that too long?

no, i’ll be outside the building

You send, and then after a moment’s hesitation, continue.

thank you

Wooseok doesn’t respond to that one.

You sigh again, shoving your phone back in your pocket after looking at the time. You run your hands through your hair, and shake them around, trying to stop the trembling.

You figure that you’ll kill some time by just staying out here, the thought of going back into the living room with both Sahee and Seungyoun present making your stomach flip again. You feel a little dizzy, so you sit down against the wall, looking out over the city.

You tip your head back against the wall, shutting your eyes.

You open them again, because all you see is Sahee’s face in front of you.

What did she say? That he adores you like you’re his real little sister. That she’s loved him for years. She’s known him for years. Probably much longer than you. What if he loves her back?

He adores you like a little sister.

You want to scream. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol that’s making you feel like shit or those words.

You pull your phone out and check the time, but only three minutes have passed since Wooseok last texted you.

“Y/N-ah?”

Your head snaps to the side, eyes wide when you find Seungyoun standing in the doorway, looking down at you with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sitting down beside you as soon as you catch his eye. You turn off your phone hurriedly.

“I’m fine,” you say, looking away. “Just felt sick all of a sudden. It’s probably because I haven’t eaten that stuff in a while.”

Seungyoun’s hand lands on your head. He smooths it over your hair, presumably trying to comfort you. “Do you want me to take you home? You drank a lot.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, no! I’m gonna take a taxi, I’m gonna leave in a few, so…”

“Why don’t I just take you?” he asks again, sounding more insistent. “That way I’ll know for sure that you got home safe. You never text me when you get home after you take a taxi.”

“I’ll be fine,” you say, glancing over and trying your best to give him a reassuring smile. “I’m gonna go now.” you stand, his hand slipping away from you.

Seungyoun stands too, frowning. “...Fine. Let me walk you downstairs then.”

“You don’t need to,” you tell him, shaking your head again. “I’m not drunk, I promise.”

“I know you had three drinks, Y/N,” he says, frown deepening. “There’s no way that you’re sober.”

“My tolerance is high, you know that,” you try to smile again. “I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you soon.”

“Y/N,” Seungyoun says, sounding more serious.

He grabs your wrist when you try to move past him. You avoid looking him in the eye.

“...Is there something wrong?” he asks, his voice sounding a little strained. “We haven’t talked since your manager showed up at your studio, and I can tell that you’ve been avoiding talking to me the whole night. Are you okay? Did your manager tell you not to talk to me or something?”

You hesitate to answer, considering telling him yes. Maybe if you say that, he’ll just leave you alone…

“No,” you say, unable to lie to his face like this. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Yes you are,” Seungyoun’s hand slips from your wrist to your hand and squeezes it. “Tell me if there’s something wrong. If you don’t tell me I can’t fix it.”

You can feel your hands start to shake again, hating for the first time the way his skin feels against yours.

There are so many things wrong, you say in your head.

There are so many things you wish you could tell him. Or maybe it’s just one.

You feel like your chest is going to explode. You think you might start crying or screaming if you stay here.

“I’m not, I promise,” you say, out of breath, unable to look at him. Your breath starts quickening, and you feel a panic attack coming on. “I really need to go now.”

“Let me take you-” he starts, but you pull your hand away fiercely.

“I don’t want you to,” you manage to force out. “I’m sorry.”

You catch Seungyoun’s eye as you push past him.

He looks hurt.

It hurts you.

In the living room, you bow your head to your friends, and talk quickly. “I’m so sorry but I’m going to go home, I don’t feel well.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin stands, her brows furrowed in concern. “You can sleep in my bed if you want, Y/N.”

“No, I already called a taxi,” you tell her. “Thank you, though.”

“...Alright,” she says. “Have a safe ride. Text when you get back.”

“Sure,” you say, and turn to Vernon and Sahee. “Bye. It was nice meeting you, Sahee-unnie.”

“You too,” she says, but barely glances at you when she says it.

After hurriedly putting on your shoes, you grab your bag and coat and with a wave, leave the apartment, rushing to the elevator.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief as soon as you step outside the apartment building, feeling half the pressure in your chest alleviate right away. You flip the hood of your jacket over your head, zipping it up as you’d been in such a rush that you forgot before.

You take your phone out, checking how long it’s been since your conversation with Wooseok. Only ten minutes.

You sigh, and look around for a bench to sit on. There isn’t one, but across the street is a convenience store with some tables in front. Your vision is a little blurry from the stress and the three drinks, but you willfully ignore the fact that it’s dangerous, and cross the street.

Since you luckily weren’t hit by a car in your mildly disoriented state, you sit down at one of the tables and go on your phone, opening and closing various social media apps. You even open your email, although there’s not much in there you care to see right now.

Where are you?

The text banner appears at the top of your screen. You tap it instantly.

convenience store table across the street

You’re expecting to see Wooseok walking up to you. You’re not expecting a car window to roll down a few feet away and see half of his face poking out about a minute later.

He wordlessly gestures with his head for you to get in, so you walk around to the other side of the car and get into the passenger seat, sighing as soon as you sit down. You put your seatbelt on and lean back, letting your eyes fall shut.

You feel a little calmer, in this enclosed, quiet space with him.

Wooseok doesn’t say anything. He just starts driving.

You think it’s probably at least ten minutes later when he finally parks somewhere. You open your eyes and turn towards him, undoing your seatbelt so you can be more comfortable.

Wooseok is looking at you with a vague expression. “Why’d you want to talk?” he asks, straight to the point.

Your teeth latch onto your lower lip, and you start tugging on your fingers. “I…” you take a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “...Don’t update me about Seungyoun anymore.”

Wooseok frowns. “Why not? Did you get over him or something?”

You shake your head, looking down at your hands. “It’s not that. I just… I just don’t want that anymore. I don’t… I don’t think it’s right to do that. Or to ask that of you. I just don’t want it anymore.”

“...Okay,” Wooseok says. When you glance back up at him, he looks a little apprehensive. “Did something happen?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” you mutter, watching your hands again. “I just wanted to talk to you. You make me feel better.”

“What do you want to talk about then?” he asks, being more patient than you expected.

“Tell me about yourself.” you answer. “I’m sorry if it’s selfish, but I could use a distraction.”

“...It’s okay to be selfish, sometimes.” he says, but it almost sounds like he’s saying it to himself. “Fine. I’ll talk about myself. But don’t just sit there and not say anything.”

You smile over at him. “Thanks, Wooseok-oppa.”

#x1 imagines #x1 imagine #x1 x reader #cho seungyoun x reader #seungyoun x reader #kim wooseok x reader #wooseok x reader #x1 scenarios #x1 #x1 angst #x1 fluff #x1 au #fic #aaa #hope you guys like this longer chapter!!#its angsty muahhahaaha #who are you rooting for? lmk #i appreciate all of your support as usual!#i dont think the last chap showed up in the tags so hopefully this one does

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thotthumb · 4 years

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Rappa (BNHA) NSFT ABC’s

Because this guy doesn’t have enough content and we THIRSTY.

So obvious warning for some smut but you already knew that 💅🏻

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare? What’s that?

Okay well he’s not THAT bad but that’s after you somehow manage to teach this boy some manners. Not the best but he tries (some times at least).

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You’d think his arms right? Okay well you’re not completely wrong but his shoulders more specifically. Why? Well because his cute lil’ S/O can’t help but to leave scratches on him and his shoulders he can show them off easier.

On his S/O? Their thighs. Yep you heard me, Rappa is a thigh man. Muscle thighs? Amazing. Soft thighs? Perfect pillow. It’s not just because he can lay on their lap tho if he really wanted to. There’s also the fact that he can fuck their thighs and throw in some dry humping when he can’t do that.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Okay so Rappa’s a big dude, so there’s gonna be a LOT. That stuff is shooting out at you before the last bit is kinda dripping down.

It’s pretty thick and doesn’t taste the best. Tell this guy to get a better diet because his cum tastes like you dipped your tongue in some SALT.

Speaking of taste, this lil’ big shit is probably make you swallow. Yep so how you know how to down some liquid or you might struggle. Not that he minds seeing some dripping down your chin...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He won’t admit it but he like the idea of having whoever he’s with use their quirk on him (like not shigaraki kinda quirk but yeah). He’ll definitely say something though if he’s not feeling it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His body count isn’t that high really, like maybe 2 or 3. But those were probably one night stands. The thing is though? He has a good idea of what he’s doing. Sure, it’s probably from a lot of ahem, films, but he knows a thing or two.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Literally any position that puts him in power is a go. Anything that has his partner on his knees is high on his list.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kinda both? Like he’s gonna tease and laugh but he’s not going to be telling jokes or anything like that. He’s tryna get some so he’s got a goal here.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He kinda keeps everything trimmed? Sometimes he straight up forgets to trim it down a little bit

Curly hair and wild as hell. Like that’s a forest floor not just a bush.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

The only Rappa has for Romance is the “R”. Like he just isn’t that great at showing it. So he uses sex as a way to show it, even if it’s not the conventional way.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Keep your hand out of your damn pants, jeez. A solid FIVE days out of the week and more than likely more than once a day if he can. But he’d rather it be his S/O instead of his hand.

He’s chasing that release like his life depends on it. Fast movements, probably leaning against a wall or splayed out on a bed. Kind of rough with himself in all honesty.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Size Kink. Yeah it’s expected but there’s just something about him knowing that if he really wanted to, he could totally break his S/O. They’re just so damn tiny.

Breeding Kink. Yeahhhhhh, boy is feral. Like he doesn’t want the kid but it’s just so animalistic that he loves it. Also the mess. The mess afterwards is a huge positive.

Overstimulation. Mostly on his S/O. Just watching them squirm around, pushing at his hand and full on whimpering sets him OFF. He’ll want to go another round because of that. On him? He won’t complain but it isn’t his favorite. He’ll growl and let out grunts, jerking his hips, his thighs twitching and gripping at whatever he can.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere or at least, just about anywhere. He doesn’t like to share so as much as he loves the thrill of possibly being caught, he doesn’t want to get caught. He’s the only one who gets to see his little S/O red faced, trembling, and begging for more.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Strength and being able to take a hit. He got so hyped over Fatgum not just flying off somewhere and being down for the count so combine that kind of energy with his partner being his. Like you manage to pin him somewhere? Oh shit, his pants are tight. He sees you fighting and you don’t back down? He’ll be up for some “extra training” with you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Sharing. Nope, your his. Nobody else gets to see you like that. Nobody gets to see how desperate you get bent over a counter. Nobody gets to see how you’re scratching at his back as he pounds into you.

O = Oral (Preference for giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to receive. Hope you’ve got some stamina and a mouth bordering on a snake. Also don’t be surprised if he grabs the back of your head and starts fucking your face.

He can give though but he’s not up for it. You’re a lady want him to eat you out? He’ll go down on you and he’ll hold you still so he can get his fill. You’re a dude and you want him to suck you off? Hell yeah. Because he’s massive, he could probably take you all the way into his mouth and get some licking in there too. Oh and fair warning, nasty man eats cake.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Man out here acting like Sonic okay bad joke I know but shush. He doesn’t really do slow. He’s going hard and fast. Boy is more of a break your back kinda guy really.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not apposed to it but they don’t happen too often. He likes to go for a while and you can’t really do that in 15 minutes in some nasty gas station bathroom.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Hella. He’s down for a risk. I mean, he’s a villain here. It’s kinda his thing. As long as he doesn’t get caught he’s fine.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Man’s a HORSE. He can for maybe 3 to 4 rounds and lasts for maybe 30 minutes each. He just can’t get enough of his partner.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not really. He doesn’t have much of need for them personally and he feels that he’s more than capable of pleasing his partner without some silicone assistance.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a tease. Being, during and after. Before doesnt last that long because he’s impatient and just wants to get going. Oh and dirty talk? There’s a lot. Like, Overho would die with how dirty.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s kinda loud but not like screaming loud. Most grunts, groans and growls. He prefers making any noises in his partners ear so they hear just how good they are.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Has definitely thought about getting maybe a ladder or and Prince Albert piercing but never went through with it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a big guy so he’s packing but it’s in proportion. But it’s big for most people. Probably around 8 or 9 inches so not super long but it’s built like a Pepsi can. You might need two hands to go all the way around. Curves up and has a big vein on the right side. Lick that.

It’s honestly really pretty? Like it it matches his body in skin tone and gets flushed around the head. It turns are really pretty shade of pink.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

To infinity and beyond! Plus Ultra if you will. Basically, through the roof. But if you won’t let him tap, well. Poor boy gets snappy and the second you do let him (consent is important and he understands that), please cancel all plans for the next few days. You’ll be walking funny assuming you can walk.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Borderline immediately. After he learns how aftercare works and how it’s kinda important, he’ll keep himself awake long enough to make sure nobody’s hurt (like injury hurt) and in a good headspace. Of course, you do have to tell him most of the time but he tries.

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ashadowbyanyothername · 4 years

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Morning conversation

It had been a relatively quiet morning. Shadow woke up with the sunlight to an empty and quiet house, where he decided to indulge and make himself a little breakfast.

Amnesia or not, he was able to make coffee and fry up a couple eggs with some toast.

Sonic returned eventually, and when their eyes met, he could have sworn Shadow's gaze felt as cold as it looked. Yipes! This was, well.. a little nerve wracking. He didn't remember something, did he? Should he not have indulged in the other's want to know more about himself? Maybe he could have left out the part about trying to destroy himself, his friends and all of humanity.

"H.. hey, Shads! How're ya feelin this mornin'?"

Come on, Sonic, stop worrying. Even if he did remember, you've beat him before- Ah! No, no, stop. Don't think like that, Shadow wasnt bad, just.. conflicted. Different? He wasn’t even so sure honestly...

"I'm feeling fine, and you?"

Unlike Sonic, Shadow was always able to keep a cool head. He was thankful for that, otherwise his annoyance would be practically dripping from his words and body language.

"Actually, hold that thought. I'd like to talk to you about something."

Ah-? That gives Sonic a moment of pause before he can reply. Talk about...?

"Oh! Uh- I mean, yeah shoot! Whats on 'yer mind?"

He takes a seat at the table across from Shadow, feeling awkward standing up. He clasps his hands together and rests them on the table, hoping to keep himself from fidgeting too much.

Shadow eyes him up between bites of his breakfast, making no rush to get to the point of things. He could tell Sonic was nervous with just a glance, and it both amuses and unsettles him. What was going though the other's mind? Did he think he was going to snap, try to kill him right here and now? He wouldn't be surprised, after everything Sonic told him about himself...

With a short sigh Shadow finishes the last of his breakfast and pushes his plate away, crossing his arms as he stared at Sonic with eyes that could pierce through your soul.

"Tell me. Do you plan on 'keeping an eye on me' forever? Do you expect me to... to lose it? To snap? To hurt you, in the same manner as my destroyed apartment?"

There's a moment of stunned silence before Sonic lets out a short, nervous bark of a laugh.

"Hhaha! What? Where's that comin' from Shads? C'mon, I would never-"

"I HEARD you and Tails last night." His response is curt and a little angered, but he takes a moment to smooth his quills, take a breath. "That little brother of yours has more common sense than the whole lot of you, I swear..."

When he next looks at Sonic, he just looks uncomfortable. Yeah, hit the nail on the head there.

"Listen, I.. I get it. Okay. But I do not want a baby sitter, let alone Ten." He takes another breather to smooth his quills again, try not to get too heated. "I'm not against staying in contact with you all, but I don't want to feel like I'm being kept on multiple people's tabs. As far as I'm concerned, the me I was before I lost my memories and the me I am now? They are two completely separate people. Am I clear?"

He makes eye contact again with his blue counterpart, a look of surprise crossing his face as he reads the other's expression. He was smiling, and he looked.. almost relieved?

"Ahh, oh man, that's... kind of a load off my shoulders, buddy! Like, really. I guess I just... didn't know what to expect, y'know? You came outta the woodworks so suddenly, none of us knew what to expect from you... then you, in the end, try an' give your life to the planet you were tryna' help destroy?" He lets out a short laugh, rubbing under his nose sheepishly. "You threw all of us for a loop, especially me. Then, 'lo and behold, you were still alive! I mean, I sorta expected it, but was still surprised when we found you..."

Shadow watched and listened to Sonic intently, arms still crossed as he watched the other talk with both his voice and his hands.

"...An' you had no idea what happened, or who you were. A lot of us thought, well.. you helped us, so we should help you. I thought if we all just acted like yer' friends, and tried to give you a fresh start, it'd... be better for you."

Shadow chuffs a little at that, moving to rest his arms of the table. "Fat lot of good that did huh?"

"Hey! Come on, we tried. You gotta admit it was pretty weird from our perspective too..."

For the first time since he woke up this morning, Shadow smiled, shaking his head with a sigh. "Yeah. Guess I can't really blame you..." He glances down to his hands, drumming his fingers against the table.

"So... what now then, huh?"

Sonic blinked at the other, straightening in his chair.

"Well! Okay, here's what I'm thinking. I'll see about getting you hooked up with a card with no limit. Not to brag but, I'm a pretty big deal~ I'm sure I can hook you up."

His expression falls flat for a second as Shadow just snorts at him.

"Hey laugh it up but you'll be thanking me later. I get it if you don't wanna throw yourself into the same stuff I do, so. I'll set you up so you can find your own place to live, fill it with everything you want, an' just... y'know. Let you live it up! You can go wherever you want. You don't hafta stay in Central if you don't wanna."

Shadow hums a little bit at the thought of all that, staring down at his hands as he thinks it over before leaning back in his chair.

"I mean, if you're offering, I won't say no. However... whats the catch? I can't imagine you're just going to... set me up for life, then leave me to my own devices."

Sonic just laughs, patting his hands against the table quickly.

"Ha! Well, you're sorta not wrong, but I mean... c'mon. Ye' of little faith! All I ask is you keep is contact with us from time to time. Won't be hard, 'least for me and my pal's. Eggman has us running all over the place sometimes, not really in the same area for too too long. Whaddya say? We got ourselves a little deal?"

He holds his open hand out across the table, giving Shadow a big grin. Shadow, meanwhile, stares at the offered hand as he contemplates everything that was said..

With a short sigh through his nose he gives Sonic a little smile, rolling his eyes as he takes that hand and gives it a firm shake.

"Sure. So long as you don't keep things from me anymore. Honestly, you shouldn't anyways. You're pretty bad with secrets."

#;in the life of (drabbles)

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Jac & Savannah

Jac: [Later than the Jesse convo, so drunker too, but still in the clerb] Jac: Total success, yeah? 🎉🍾💃 Savannah: 🙌 Jac: Are you having a good time? Savannah: YES! Savannah: I'm so glad everyone is nice Jac: it is such a relief Jac: so not like high school Savannah: ^^ we can stop waiting for the lives we want now Jac: yeah Jac: it's started Jac: and nothing is in our way now Jac: or no one Savannah: thank god Jac: You look beautiful Savannah: I was thinking maybe it's too much Savannah: if Sienna likes it Jac: 😂 Jac: You could pull off anything Jac: but I like it too Savannah: it's for you Savannah: I promised 💗 🌷 🌺 🌸 💗 Jac: You did Jac: my own uni wardrobe is lacking Jac: next time Savannah: it's REALLY not Savannah: you look perfect Jac: am I still sleeping over? Savannah: of course Savannah: unless you don't want to Jac: I do Jac: just checking 😊 Savannah: I know I stole ALL the blankets but I'm so sorry & I so won't do it again if you stay Jac: That's not what it is Savannah: do NOT use this moment to tell me that I talk in my sleep because I will die Jac: you're a total 👸🏾 in sleep too, don't worry Savannah: you're an 👼🏻 always Jac: do you have a drink? Savannah: Jordan was supposed to be getting me one but it's been forever Jac: I'll find him Jac: try to Savannah: We'll just get our own, I don't need a man Jac: 👏 Savannah: 🥂 Savannah: find me ✨ Jac: Might get distracted by the disco ball Savannah: you're supposed to only have 👀 for me Savannah: SO mean Jac: You know I do Savannah: 🥰 Jac: Do you think any of the lads are cute? Savannah: oh my god! That means you do! Savannah: who do you like? Jac: no it doesn't Savannah: it does, J Jac: I'd tell you if it did Savannah: I'd tell you if I thought anyone was cute Savannah: & them Jac: True Jac: just checking Savannah: I think Maddie is BEYOND cute Savannah: love that outfit Jac: She seems fun too Savannah: [goes to dance with whoever this girl is] Savannah: okay, she's really fun Jac: 👍 Savannah: come dance with us Jac: one sec Jac: [going outside or wherever] Savannah: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Jac: I'll be right back Jac: got to talk to Dale Savannah: you've got to dance with me Jac: [gotta be at least 5 minutes before you do, have some resolve] Savannah: [excuse us maddie there's a moment about to happen here] Jac: [casually politely blocking you out here no offense] Savannah: [gotta be done soz] Savannah: [when they're both hot so you know lads who aren't even from their course gonna get involved] Jac: [at least you can swerve them more freely in a sassy manner] Savannah: [and we can sacrifice maddie to one that's she's vaguely into so thanks] Jac: [go get yours gal] Savannah: [leave them to their shameless gay vibe] Jac: [try to get out your head gal you can do it] Savannah: [we all know she's accidentally making this so ridiculous difficult for you rn] Jac: [we're not any more sorted than we were lbr ladies] Savannah: [tea] Jac: [so productive] Savannah: [making you come to the toilets with her so she can fix her makeup/admire herself because of course] Jac: [just admiring her too tbh] Savannah: [likewise because now is the time for a shameless hair touch like lemme fix that for you and all the ensuing compliments because Savannah is me] Jac: [😳😳😳😳] Savannah: [when she's inherited her father's complexion so obvs the bae sees but she thinks it's adorable 'you feel things so deeply, I love that about you'] Jac: ['one of us should appreciate it, like' 🙄 at self] Savannah: ['of course I appreciate you, you've always been everything to me' be gayer please gal] Jac: ['almost everything' 'cos you drunk enough that that can slip but then you nudge her like 😏 lol lol total bants] Savannah: [when that hurts your heart so much it'd be obvious on your face for a split second at least before you cover it with your own 🙄 at self like I can't believe I like boys ugh] Jac: [reflectively putting your hand on her shoulder like no it's okay, I'm sorry and covering that by finally being like 'at least you don't like Jordan] Savannah: [taking that hand and positioning her arm so you can look at her tattoo that matches yours like you're relieved she still has it, also without thinking about it but then being like oh shit so you just have to say 'I like being single' even though she did not ask and it's not true] Jac: [when we know you better than that, babe so the really? is on our face v hard but we not being judgy with it and we show that by touching her tattoo lightly] Savannah: [the 'rude' is on her face but playfully we're not actually offended but we shrug because she does mean that she doesn't wanna date another Milo for so many reasons, cos that was a time in both their lives we know] Jac: ['he's probably having such a shit time' in a comforting forget him way, 'cos of course you know what she think of, at least who] Savannah: [she's so not above being buzzing at the prospect/hoping he is so such a happy face again] Jac: [lols] Savannah: [putting your lipgloss or whatever it is on her cos it's nothing too dramatic where she'd be like no and we can pretend that's why you're shamelessly staring at her cos that idea struck you to do a makeover moment and not cos you're gay] Jac: [not at all thinking about the other way you coulda put that on her, nah, doing a kissy face like tah] Savannah: [tucking her hair behind her ear/playing with it like you're so concerned it could get stuck to this gloss okay] Jac: [having to yeah HAVING to take her hand to get her out 'cos bathrooms in clerbs are always packed like come on] Savannah: [she's clearly about it] Jac: [go dance some more] Savannah: [that's what we are here for, a chance to be gay af without either of us freaking out] Jac: [mhmm, live and let live ladies] Savannah: [it's like expected of straight girls at this point so] Jac: [we all hoe dance at the clerb] Savannah: [god bless, come through with that drink jordan, where you been?] Jac: [who are you where are you so many questions also making him go get you one too shamelessly like thaaaanks] Savannah: [when you a bad bitch like your mother] Jac: [don't be making enemies though gal] Savannah: [someone should make an actual move on either of them tonight but I can't decide which way round I want it] Jac: [hmm, there's a case for either way isn't there] Savannah: [because it could be a girl in Jac's case cos don't need an A+ gaydar to be knowing which would be awkward and freak her out but obviously it could be a boy too which would #confirm Sav thinking she's not gay but obviously it'd hurt her heart if some boy or girl is all over Sav and she thinks she's into it so] Jac: [i say let it be a girl and jac for the freakout we can probably use that the most] Savannah: [it has the henchest legs in terms of a idea I agree] Jac: [hoot] Savannah: [how do you want it to happen like are they still dancing or what's the craic] Jac: [I think they go back to their tables to be social a bit and this girl pops off] Savannah: [love that, what type of lesbian are you gal, what would be the most awkward? butch maybe] Jac: [yes like undeniably so lol] Savannah: [I have such a mental image rn] Jac: [a fuckboy who is probably gonna give feminist rants in your lectures, marlene hello lol] Savannah: [her more butch cousin because k-stew is still too soft] Jac: [ruby rose] Savannah: [mhmm] Jac: [just shooketh like how did you know #exposed over here] Savannah: [meanwhile your bae is oblivious talking to whoever else] Jac: [when a girl has never and you can't outright run or anything 'cos these your classmates] Savannah: [like you could run gal but you gotta be subtle about it you can't just be like I need a piss RN cos then she might think you wanna hook up in the bathroom lol] Jac: [oh no no, keeping this convo dry sweaty] Savannah: [at least you can always say you're not out if she won't take the hint because it's against gay law to out someone so] Jac: [bye ruby rose] Savannah: [you can run now if you want gal] Jac: [if she's the kind that can be chill enough to be friendly and not totally in your face, you should stay, 'cos trying here for that new rep] Savannah: [#growth] Jac: [don't wanna be alone again at any cost] Savannah: [so sad and so true] Savannah: I'm doing my best to be a social 🦋 but I miss you Jac.: Come and save me then Savannah: [does but does the thing where they end up sharing a chair like oh hey, you're lowkey on her lap gal neither of you are smol enough for this] Jac.: [when you can fully get into the bit 'cos you are just tryna let this girl know you're not interested, sure babe, like Sav is touchy-feely anyway but she'd be less so naturally but playing with her hair rn] Savannah: [😳 but her skin tone is not giving her away so we're fine] Jac.: [needlessly whispering/loud whispering 'cos clerb in her ear instead of tryna shout to the whole group 'cos we sending a message here ok] Savannah: [we know she doesn't need any encouragement to join in with that because that's shamelessly a vibe for them anyway like soz Isabelle] Jac.: [we've not changed that hard and have no intention to really lmao and can't fault you] Savannah: [more dancing like you've just gotta cos THIS SONG but we know why really] Jac.: [we know the vibe] Savannah: [just dancing til you're actually knackered and do need to sit back down for a bit] Jac.: [is there anything else we wanna/do we wanna let anything go down/however small it might seem] Savannah: [the temptation to make it even gayer is so real but it's like the L bomb dilemma of like is now the right time/do we wanna prolong the agony longer but I feel like something needs to happen] Jac.: [this is day TWO, freshers is intense by default everyone thinks they're gonna be friends forever, and the way most people do it you're like drunk the whole week, so I feel like something could reasonably happen/should, even if we then take however many paces back] Savannah: [you gotta do it Savannah it's your turn to put yourself out there gal] Jac.: [we can all pretend we don't remember lol #doitdoit Savannah: [I just can't decide if I want it to happen at the club or when they're alone having their sleepover moment cos pros and cons to both] Jac.: [like the tension is high in both scenarios but maybe have enough wherewithal to not let your classmates 👀 'cos they so close as is people will be like OH YOU A COUPLE, although, we COULD do that if we wanted, hmm] Savannah: [Savannah just like yes she's the love of my life, Jac like I AM SO CONFUSED] Savannah: [but in all seriousness I am leaning towards the sleepover because if they're alone and then Savannah is like well that didn't happen, Jac's just like did it happen though, like am I actually losing my mind/dreaming really vividly here like] Jac.: [I vibe, you can go harder but deny as hard] Savannah: [exactly because you know they're gonna go really hard this has been such a long time coming] Jac.: [mhmm] Savannah: [plus I love the cinematic visual of them having no makeup or sassy outfits on when this happens like you're really making yourselves vulnerable here aren't you gals] Jac.: [and in a single bed, of course, Jac having literally not slept in hers, like] Savannah: [she hasn't yet, that actually kills me] Jac.: [y'all could've shared if you been knew at this rate lmao] Savannah: [I also like the idea that they don't stop because they get interrupted or any of the things we normally throw at people but because Savannah actually says that she wants to/isn't ready to go any further than this because they do have good communication and also it shows that like she did wanna do what actually happened even if she does deny it later] Jac.: [That was literally the vibe I had too so same page] Savannah: [yet more vulnerability cos you have to be like can we stop but you're not scared to] Jac.: [and at least that's some clarity so Jac is going to be the opposite of mad about it, obvs] Savannah: [y'all had and lbr still have so much trust that it just makes sense] Jac.: [the last thing you want/wanted was to ruin the friendship that's the whole mood we're not being reckless out here] Savannah: [snuggle and be soft in that small bed ladies] Jac.: [live your best lives, we'll worry about it tomorrow] Savannah: [unrelated but cos I just looked up their heights I 100% vote that Sav was as tall/taller than her last boyfriend and he was annoyed about it because he is not Jimothy] Jac.: [you gotta be confident to own that so yes 100% no heels for you gal] Savannah: [Ty can be taller cos basketball boy so you could've worn them then #thegoldenage] Savannah: [okay so I'll write what we said here for future ref 1. Jac wakes up and her bae is gone so she's freaking out thinking that Sav is for obvious reasons but 2. Sav has only gone to get coffee or tea or whatever because that bitch and that gay so she comes back with breakfast and Jac's gone so she's like ??] Savannah: Where did you go? Jac.: I thought you wanted me to be gone Savannah: Oh boo no! It was supposed to be a nice surprise Jac.: Oh Jac.: well Jac.: that's embarrassing then Savannah: I can just bring the 🥐 to you Savannah: the ☕️ will probably get cold so I will be drinking it on the way, sorry Jac.: I'm sorry, that was weird Jac.: got out of the practice of this whole friend thing, clearly Jac.: that sounds good, you can see the inside of my dorm, I definitely owe you by this point Savannah: You don't even need to be sorry, I literally should have woken you to say I'd be right back but you looked SO adorable Savannah: though I'm not sure how I didn't already by like making my secret escape Jac.: but it was a good surprise Jac.: feel like a total 🥳💩 now Jac.: I'll use my time to ponder how to make it up to you Savannah: I can think of another one, it's fine Savannah: to be honest the ☕️ isn't that good anyway Savannah: [spoiler alert it is good and she's lying to make her feel less bad lol] Jac.: I do need caffeine though...what state do you think the kitchen will be in 🤔 Savannah: I love you but I don't think I can go in there for you Jac.: 😂 Jac.: I won't penalize you for being productive and getting out of bed to forage Jac.: that would be beyond rude Jac.: I'm gonna buy a kettle for my room, definitely Savannah: Literally any excuse to go shopping again is endorsed Jac.: I'm down Jac.: these rooms are so old-fashioned by default, there's no such thing as over decorating, it's a decent challenge Savannah: ^^^ Savannah: I'm so upset we aren't roommates Jac.: Nat is in David Russell and it's so clean and modern looking in comparison inside Jac.: AND they've got doubles Jac.: but that's the price we pay for the more traditional experience again Jac.: I know, if only we HAD known Jac.: next year, we can share Savannah: I get the appeal but I personally do NOT want to be reminded of home Jac.: I feel you, plus that's like where EVERYONE lives, social 🦋 or otherwise, I want my peace and quiet sometimes Savannah: A bigger bed would be AMAZING though, I can't sleep in the curled up in the foetal position every night of my life Jac.: I won't be there taking up space every night, it'll probably feel doable then Savannah: Baby, I hate to do it like this but you're only average height Jac.: 😂 Jac.: oh, I'm sorry, it's those extra FOUR inches that make all the difference Jac.: what about Dom, he's gotta be like 6'5, spare a thought for him fully hanging off the end, like Savannah: Obviously they do Savannah: but yes, at least I'm not planning to have a sleepover with Dom any time soon, I'm sure he's BEYOND relieved Jac.: No one could be relieved about that Jac.: you're such a thoughtful host Savannah: if we weren't literally in Scotland I'd almost believe the 🌞 came out then Savannah: but it's just you warming my heart Savannah: being the sweetest ever 💛 Jac.: Even if we DON'T wanna be reminded of home, the culture shock of constant 🌞 would be too much Jac.: you deserve 🍧🍨🍦🍰🎂🍭🍬🍫🍩🍪🍯 Savannah: Well, I'd acclimatise for you, obviously Savannah: & develop a sweet tooth Jac.: You're perfect how you are Savannah: I'd look even more perfect with a tan though Jac.: I'd look even more like my mother Jac.: which is arguably the same thing but Savannah: & not a bad thing Savannah: Your mum is so pretty Jac.: I know Savannah: your whole family is a different level, honestly Jac.: 🎁 and a curse, I guess Savannah: like the Cullens if any of them were actually cast hot in the film Jac.: 😂 Jac.: how hard can it be to find perfect clone-looking actors, really Savannah: 😄 Savannah: thanks for not being a vampire, even if we are in the perfect ☁️ 🌧 climate Jac.: as far as you know Jac.: might only wear my fangs on weekends Savannah: excuse me, I know all your secrets Jac.: Perhaps Jac.: 😏 Savannah: 🥺 Jac.: Awh, baby Jac.: 'course you do Savannah: I can't believe you're making me walk right now 🥱 Savannah: can we PLEASE go back to bed Jac.: we should, if we're hitting sinners tonight Jac.: apparently it's carnage Jac.: sports lads, and girls, are always mental Savannah: I don't think I'm going to that Jac.: Not your scene? Jac.: A night off isn't a terrible idea, even if you have to keep that 🤫 from some of our more... enthusiastic classmates Savannah: Even if I didn't desperately need to apply a hair & face mask, I need the reminders of jock types less, I did my time Jac.: How true Jac.: Somehow Tyler would've been more annoying if he also had a brain that wasn't 🏀 Savannah: Don't be mean, he was really not that annoying for a boy Jac.: That's what I'm saying Jac.: his lack of opinions was welcome Savannah: are you going? Jac.: I was gonna Jac.: but I'm not fully sold either way Savannah: oh, so you want me to convince you to stay with me Savannah: okay Jac.: My hair is obviously looking SO glorious without the mask so Jac.: yeah 😉 Savannah: I told you, I'll think of another surprise Savannah: something to do that's more worthy of us Jac.: I believe in you Jac.: ☕🥐 and the rest Savannah: I won't let you down, baby Jac.: Never have Savannah: Well, once Jac.: I'd let you down first Savannah: it's no excuse though Jac.: That's well in the past Jac.: now we have a future Jac.: you've just got the morning after blues Jac.: you need to come back to bed Savannah: you're right Savannah: [show up gal cos it only takes like 12 minutes] Jac.: [has definitely cleaned up this kitchen so they can sit up the table and have their breakfast, also put a tea on 'cos duh] Savannah: [when you can blame how happy you are to see her on the fact you've had 2 caffeinated beverages] Jac.: [we know you getting a big hug 'cos feels so stupid/so relieved that what you thought had happened hasn't] Savannah: [casually dying any time she's affectionate with you because not a touchy feely bitch like you are and of course that's the only reason okay bye] Jac.: [have your gay breakfast gals] Savannah: [we chatting about the night but so casually avoiding what happened at the end like] Jac.: [lol this is all so fine and dandy] Savannah: [truly] Jac.: [if you're both committing to it, it'll work for now ladies] Savannah: [and you clearly both are for your own reasons] Jac.: [mhmm] Savannah: [case in point just going back to bed like that's fine] Jac.: [lmao and we all know you ain't going out tonight girl] Savannah: [we all know you're going on a date] Jac.: [yes we'll have to find somewhere appropriate] Savannah: [yeah gotta be aesthetic] Savannah: [we can skip to that if you want cos we also know when you wake up you just living that pampering life] Jac.: [makes sense to me] Savannah: [okay so picnic is first is there anything we wanna ref happening during that other than them being happy nerds? like obvs you're gonna have to snuggle for warmth that's a given] Jac.: [clearly someone has taken that pic for them 'cos her face so I like to think some extra hoe was like OMG YOU'RE SO CUTE lemme] Savannah: [100% an american] Jac.: [lmao absolutely] Savannah: [thinking they a couple like you're not ready for that convo random gal] Jac.: [don't need to go into it with you, they should also do some gardening, those nerds] Savannah: [oh shit yes obviously you have to start a garden together] Jac.: [even if they just get rid of the dead stuff that's been left and prep it for spring, we'll look up the situ of what to plant 'cos when they go to the botanical gardens etc they can buy things and get inspo] Savannah: [I love that for you ladies] Jac.: [we know the vibe, it's gonna be cute af, nothing is gonna be said/done 'til you go out and get some alcohol] Savannah: [yeah hence I'm trying to find an aesthetic restaurant for you to get on the wine lol] Savannah: [okay gotta hit up the balgove larder flower shed and farm shop for supplies because aesthetic af and they have an insta we can steal from even if we don't eat there] Savannah: [I think the rav looks v aesthetic and they have cocktails as well as a wine list so] Jac.: [sorted, babey] Savannah: [okay so obvs we are gonna try and do posts but is there anything you wanna ref here as happening/do when they are drunk enough] Jac.: [we could talk when we get back, like just do dialogue and actions] Savannah: [I think that's a good idea, who's dorm are we saying?] Jac.: [probably Jac's] Savannah: [has kinda been your base for the day so that makes sense]

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The Menacing Mind of Felix Lombardi-Act 2

I peek through the door glass one more time, to make sure I’m not hallucinating. Yep. Ami Fujinami in the mother, fucking flesh.

“Felix? I know you’re in there, open up” Ami said, in between repeatedly knocking

“Yea I’ll open it up in a minute” I said as I frantically searched for a clean pair of sweatpants to wear.

Ami and I have known each other for the entirety of the 2 years I’ve been living at this apartment. She and her Grandma have taken pretty good care of me seeing as I’m not exactly the best at it.

“Hi Ami, what brings you here?” I asked, trying to push out the conversation with my brother from my mind

“Well, a strange man in a dark blue suit was here yesterday and he gave me 2 tickets to Mysticon”

And then it call comes rushing back

“Wow that’s weird, well have fun” I said as I tried to close the door on her, only for her to stop the door from shutting.

“He said he was your brother, and that I should ask you to go with me” Ami said, slowly edging towards me like she was trying to get a good look at the reflection in my eyeballs.

“Well, I have no idea who you’re talking about. I don’t have a brothe-”

“Hello? Mr. Lombardi? He said exactly what you said he’d say. Mhmm That he doesn't have a brother. Should I hand him the phone? Ok. Ok. I’ll tell him.”

Oh fuck.

“He says if you don’t go to Mysticon with me, I should tell Obaa-san to lock you out of the wifi for a month” Ami said, in the most perfunctory tone imaginable.

“First of all, you can’t do tha-”

“Yes. Yes I can. And to be honest, I don’t care if Mr. Lombardi is your real brother or not, I want to go to Mysticon, and I don’t care who with. So you’re going with me Felix.” Despite the fact that Ami was more or less extorting a date out of me, she did so with the gusto and demeanor of a middle schooler who just won a spelling bee.

“Why couldn’t you just go by yourself?”

“The deal is, I take you, and I get a free ticket. Mr. Lombardi was very clear about this”

“So I have no choice”

“None at all”

“Alright. Come knock on my door on saturday”

“It is Saturday, you bum”

“Why aren’t we using your car?” Ami moaned as we exited the building.

“The train is faster” I said, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of my jacket.

“Mysticon is in Hells Kitchen right?” Ami asked, whilst reaching into her backpack

“Yup, and it’s...3pm, traffic will be annoying, and I don’t wanna worry about driving back if I buy weed.” I said, pulling out my lighter

“What have I told you about smoking when you’re next to me.” Ami said, pulling out a batton, then flicking it to extend it’s length.

I put the cig back in the pack, whilst prompting her to sheathe her weapon. Throughout the journey my mind is racing. Ami and I hanging out again? It’s not that I like her or anything, it’s just that I kind of missed her. Hey I’m allowed to have feelings aren’t I? I’m sure you’re wondering “but Felix, if you missed hanging out with her, why did you stop talking to her?” Why yes fair reader, that’s a very adequate question, however the nature of our relationship isn’t that simple. Ami is kind of an all around nerd aficionado, she cosplays, she writes fanfics, she draws, she sings anime openings on youtube, it’s kind of scary how much she does all over the place. Recently she’s started to get really famous online, she’s started to devote a lot more time to it, and She started ghosting. Being distant... And you know me, I ain’t exactly a butterfly myself, so we just drifted apart. She should be making money on youtube, couldn’t she just get her own tickets?

“Obaa San wouldn’t let me” Ami said as we reached the station. “She’s against anime conventions on principle”.

“Is this about a ‘Japan is more than anime’ thing?” I asked, shifting over to the right as I stepped on the escalator so I could walk down past the standers.

“No that’s more my parents. Baa san is a reeeeaaally old school Otaku.”

“Then what’s her beef with anime conventions?”

“She thinks they’re ‘commodified caricatures of otaku culture’ or something along those lines” Ami said as we hopped on the train.

Granny Fujinami isn’t wrong in the slightest.

“So she won’t be mad at you for going?”

“She’s only letting me go because I’m going with you. It’s aaalways about you with her.”

“Not my fault i’m the grandson she never had” I said while making a mocking face at Ami.

“She only loves you cuz you’re a broken mess she can nurture. You’re like my dad. Ugh, you’re like all men really.”

Ouch.

“Ouch.”

“Suck it up loser.” Ami said, shifting her direction away from me.

“You’re so cute when you go all Tsun” I said, pulling out my phone.

“That would imply me having any ‘dere’ for you.” Ami snapped back.

So hot.

[At the Convention]

What’s going on what’s going on going on. Everyone’s looking at us. Well I guess I am walking next to Amura. Yes that’s Ami’s social media name, you try coming up with something better at 12. Mine’s [REDACTED]. This is not what I signed up for. Louis Othello Lombardi you fucking bastard. You knew this would happen. You did your homework on Ami and figured out she’d be a lightning rod for attention. Keep me around her, and I’m bound to be assaulted by nothing. But. Fucking. People.

“OH MY GOD IT’S AMURA!” Two young girls screamed. “But I heard you weren't coming? You said so on twitter :(.“ I swear to almighty Haruhi Suzumiya, if there was such a thing as a frowny face emoji in real life, whatever that girl did was damn close.

“Well change of plans ^_^” Oh my god, Ami can speak emoji too!

“So what panels are you going to? I heard Gail has a panel about anime piracy” Said one of the fangirls, angling towards it on the con directory.

“Gail from Crunchyroll?”

“Sounds fun! Felix, ikimasu!” Whoever this version of Ami was, I wanted NO PARTS.

“Sounds lame. I’m going to the arcade.” I was putting my foot down

“Ok cool. Hand me your pass then. You can pay on your own.”

“You can’t do tha-”

“Yes. Yes I can. You want this pass?.” Ami pulled out the 3 day convention pass out of her purse and dangled it in front of me. Obviously I tried snatching at it, only for Ami to move it out of the way. Damn japanese reflexes.

“Gotta be quicker than that. We’re going to the panel. Follow me.” Ami said, tossing me the pass.

“If you sneak off, I’m calling Obaa chan.” she said, in that her perfunctory yet declaratory way.

“...So what you end up having is an environment where it’s harder and harder for us to justify hosting servers for anime distribution, because they don’t wanna pa- *ahem* because piracy.” Or something to that effect I’m not really listening to this Gail lady.

Anime piracy is a dumb thing to have a panel about anyway, it’s not like anybody in this room even knows how to torrent off wonwons, let alone\ how find the right codec for shows with bad compression. These are a bunch of crunchycores. The kinds of anime fans so hopped up on seasonal hype that the mere thought of an anime older than 12 months makes their tongues run dry, and their eyes wire shut.

“Are there any questions?”

“You got anything to ask?” chuckled Ami.

“Why are we here. We both know Kissanime is in your bookmarks” I jeered.

“Networking dummy. I talk to Gail after the panel, and smooth out something over at Crunchyroll” For some reason Ami’s eyes did the dollars signs when she said “crunchyroll”

“In San Francisco? You’d hate it there.”

“I’d make it there. That’s the important part. I’d really make it. I’d be in.”

“In what?” I said with a look of befuddlement.

“You wouldn’t understand. You’re basically guaranteed a job after graduation”

“Hey, don’t make it like tha-”

“Don’t make it like what Felix?” Ami snapped, but less with anger, and more a tired expression.

The Panel was beginning to wind down, and folks were getting up to leave. Ami bounced out of her seat and darted towards the stage.

“Gaaaaaiiiil! Hiii, I follow you on twitter!” Ami screamed, like a schoolgirl seeing a classmate

“Amura! I follow you too! I love your singing” Gail responded in a surprisingly similar manner.

“Thanks so much, ugh. That means alot l love you and Sailor Bee’s podcast ^_^” This whole display was just. The worst.

I backed off from the discussion, but I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to make it far without incurring that good old Fujinami wrath. Jeez they’re taking forever. Is this a meet and greet? Or a job interview.

“Felix? Oh shit, how you been bruh?” This voice, I recognized it.

I turned around, and yup, it was Tyler.

“Who let riff raff like you in here?” I said as we shook hands

“Is that any way to treat your one black friend:” He responded dryly.

“I have plenty of black friends. Unlike you, most of my friends are girls.” I shot back.

“Yea right, if you ever left your yuppie ass play pad I’d believe you.”

“You’d be surprised how many of em recognize me from Ami’s streams.”

“The streams she stopped inviting you to?”

“Low blow T.”

Tyler is a friend from Highschool who runs in the same online circles that I do. We keep in touch through discord and trade merchandise on message boards. He’s been trying to break into the FGC since middle school and recently struck a deal with a team based out of Brooklyn, The Mash Masters. He’s pretty good, quick reflexes, consistent muscle memory, but he lacks patience, and his neutral game needs work.

“Where you headed to after this? Tryna hit up the arcade?” Asked Tyler as he picked up his backpack getting ready to leave.

“I’m here with Ami, I gotta check and see where she’s headed to”

“Whooptish” Tyler said, while making a whipping motion.

“You know it’s not like that bro.” I shot back

“For her it isn’t, for you it is.” he retorted.

I told him to wait up for a sec as I went over to Ami & Gail. They were still chopping it up like they’d known each other since band camp.

“Shoot me a DM on twitter whenever you get the chance, I’d love to get you acquainted with the rest of my team. Maybe even talk bringing you to some other cons around the east coast ;)” Naruhodo, it seems this Gail is also of the emoji Clan.

“Sure thing! Don’t forget to tweet out the channel link with the picture, and tell Vicky I said hi!” Ami said gleefully.

“I definitely will, but uhh, she hates being called Vicky. Victoria or Sailorbee are just fine.” Gail responded, with a tinge of trepidation.

“Yea, I made that mistake on twitter once, it wasn’t pretty” I said with a chuckle.

“Oh hello, and who might you be?” Asked Gail.

“This is my friend Felix I was telling you about.” Ami said. Wait, telling her about what?

“Ah yes, the animator. Ami showed me your fan animation of Diebuster. Very interesting to see a Gainax show done with heavy Yutapon vibes” This lady knows her stuff.

“This lady knows her stuff” I said to Ami.

“Of course I do silly, I work in the anime industry” The smile Gail shot me as she said this wouldn’t be out of place in a Shaft anime.

“You definitely have some real skills. We’re looking for someone to do a sakuga heavy promo for our new youtube ad. If you’re interested, Ami has my contact info. It was so very nice meeting the both of you, don’t forget to keep in touch.” Gail said in a warm, professional tone as she got up to leave.

“Well she seems nice” I said to Ami.

“You’re welcome Felix.” Said Ami, in her usual biting tone.

“I didn’t ask you for that. If I wanted a job at Crunchyroll I’d have one already.”

“‘Thanks Ami, I really appreciate you showing my work to someone really influential who can open doors in my chosen profession, would you like headpats?’” Ami said, in a mocking imitation of my sultry ciciillian speech pattern.

“First of all, fine, thank you, that was a very nice thing to do, and I was pleasantly surprised. Secondly, do you seriously want headpats?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you weirdo” And there’s the Tsun again.

“I ran into Tyler, he says he’s going to the Arcade, and I was looking to go with. You in?”

“Tyler’s here? Yea sure, let’s go”

Ami & I leave the stage and head over to where Tyler is sitting when I get a text on my phone.

[11:58. Text from Lou]: Having fun?

[11:58. You]: Yea

He’s just like mom.

“Oh my god it’s Amura! Could you sign my Fightstick?” Tyler sniggered, his fightstick outstretched. He’s such an asshole I love it.

“Knock it off, I’d actually sign it if I didn’t know you’d just flip it on Ebay” Ami sneered, arms folded and head angrily tossed to the side.

“Aww don’t be like that, I really did want your autograph. You’d be surprised how many Blazblue players would pay good cash for one” Tyler said, packing his fightstick back in his backpack.

“If anyone’s gonna make money off the Amura brand it’s gonna be ME!” Ami retorted viciously.

“Now that’s just anti-black business” I said, chuckling as Tyler dapped me up.

Ami rolled her eyes as heavy as she could roll them and stomped out of the conference room, and we sheepishly trailed after her.

By this point in the day I’d grown used to Ami being a lightning rod for attention. My camera skills must have leveled up big time from all those pics I had to take, of her with fans. Just getting to the Arcade area of the convention was a whole 20 minutes of photo after photo with weeb after arrested developed weeb, and to be honest I was practicing some big time restraint to not just walk out of the center and catch an Uber home. But surely enough, through fire by force, we found ourselves at the-

Boy was this the kind of place I wanted to be. The whole area was what you’d expect from a high profile convention in a big city. What seemed to be at least 30 TVs all hooked up with consoles spanning an entire auditorium. This wasn’t an arcade, it felt more like a Bazaar crossed with a colosseum. You have your old reliables for the boomers like Street Fighter, MK, ok that’s neat, there’s Melee, 64, Ultimate, Smash 4, oh even Brawl, full house, that’s impressive. As we moved through, you could imagine that there were furrowed brows due to the smell, but in all honesty it wasn’t as bad as most invitationals I’ve been to. We couldn’t find the game we were here for though; Blazblue. Tyler directed us to the kiosk so we could get directions.

“Nigga where the Blazblue at?” Tyler said to one of the convention attendees,

All the way at the back, by the Under Night” The Attendee responded.

I was just about ready to dart over there when Tyler said:

“Nah hol’ up real quick bro, I got a question I gotta ask you” uh oh, I hear the Brooklyn leaking out.

“Yea? Is there something wrong?” the attendee said, with a befuddled expression.

“Y’all always hide the anime fighters, what's up with that?” Tyler said blankly, almost with no life at all.

“It’s not my decision where the games are set up-”

“That’s not what I asked bro. I’ve done conventions fam, I sat where you sat. NYCC 2017, bigger con than this, and from what I know about my time there, y’all have a meeting to coordinate where the games are set up. Correct?” Oh my god, Tyler what are you doing.

“Yes correct” The attendee responded.

“So you were in the room when the decision was made, correct?” This is so wacky

“Yea, but like, I didn’t have a choi-”

“Nobody’s asking about a choice, I’m asking you, what was the reasoning behind the decision?” Should I stop this? Or?...

“They didn’t want the anime stuff turning folks away” Oh no, here we go

“There it is” Tyler said triumphantly as he began to walk off.

“Hey, I think it’s bullshit too ma-” t

“Yet you said nothing. You and all your boys said nothing. Aight, I see you fam. Haruhi’s watching you” Tyler said, his back already turned and walking away. “Let’s go guys”

“Did you have to make such a big hoopla you maniac?” Ami said laughing her ass off.

“Because I have Principles Fujinami, you should try em some time” Tyler snapped back.

“That was the FUNNIEST shit I’ve seen all day, I’m so happy I knew to record that” Ami said, still cackling.

“Wait you recorded that?” Tyler said, shocked

“I uploaded it. Enjoy being a meme” Ami said blankly.

“Not again…” Tyler sighed.

We finally make it to the Blazblue section, and it’s about as serviceable as you’d expect. Two TVs both hooked up to PS4s playing Central Fiction. There wasn’t much of a crowd, about 5 or 6 people, all looked to be around college age, couple on the boomer side though. All guys.

“This game is so hyperactive…” Ami said, in a tone betwixt judgement and bewilderment.

“Not every game gotta be Street Fighter” Said Tyler. “Ey yo, who got next?” Tyler asked a portly asian fellow playing Taokaka.

“Uhh, I dunno, anybody got next?” the Taokaka player asked. The crowd shook their heads. “I guess it’s on you bro after this.”

Nobody else noticed, But Tyler’s killing intent began to spike. I get you’re excited kiddo, but you haven’t even chewed the scenery yet.

The game was pretty hype. There it was Taokaka vs Valkenhayn. Both characters with adequate rushdown capabilities and heavy damage. The Valkenhayn was an even match, but the Tao was just catching clutch reversals at every corner. It felt like seeing a tiger beat a lion by leaving a bigger gash every time they left the scuffle. Tyler, ever the professional, was quiet as a mouse. A mouthy prick like him? Quiet? I know right? But he gets like this when it’s Blazblue. The data collection phase. See if Street Fighter is Chess, then Blazblue is Mahjong. The same level of depth, but a wider variety of dealing with situational disadvantages and advantages. Tyler sees what I’m seeing and he’s analyzing, putting his pieces together, he’s not here for fun. This is off the job training.

“FINISH” 6 red letters on the television screen. Read em & Weep.

“My turn now right?” Tyler asked the Taokaka player.

“Yup. What’s your name?” said the Tao player

“Tyro, and you?” oh yea I forgot that was his FGC name, everywhere else he’s Tyrilla. He sucks at names yes I know.

“I’m Yiao, nice to meet you.” Yiao said, pushing his glasses up.

The character selection screen pops up and… Wait don’t tell me he…Oh boy, Tyler’s picking his middle school main. Hazama. Yiao on the other hand started mousing over Tao then over to Litchi. Come on pick a character already. After more mousing, his cursor finally landed on Mai... From rushdown to range spam. Just all around bloodthirst.

Both of them sat in silence as the loading screen started up, until Yiao broke that silence.

“I’ve heard of you, Mash Master Tyro. To be honest I was hoping we’d meet. I have this Mai prepared just for you.” said Yiao. Yawn. This happens all the time. Tyler’s probably got him scoped already too.

“Yiao, third runner up at Anifight Staten Island. Three. Years. Running.” Yup, knew it. Tyler lives for this shit.

“You wanna know why HowRite was able to beat you 3 to nothing last year?” Tyler said, deadpan staring at the screen.

“THE WHEEL OF FATE IS TURNING” oh shit the round is starting.

“Cuz he knew if he lost, he’d never get to face my mentor in the finals”

“But wait. Ulysses isn’t on your team?” Yiao said confused, the backstory here is really weird, I’d be confused as well to be honest.

“REBEL 1”

“Ulysses is my stepdad.”

“ACTION”

Told you.

End of Act 2.

#short story #lightnovel #light novel #anime #fgc #independent author

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bellamyblinkingrapidly · 5 years

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Honest Reactions to S8E1 Pt 1. (0-15min or so)

Really just a cathartic way to analyze and reflect on everything that happened.

1. I expected Arya to be more surprised to see Gendry... and the Hound too.

2. Dany is wearing bright white and she stands out from everyone in Winterfell including Jon. Something about her is just so off putting in this episode. She doesn’t belong.

3. Very obvious the trailer was just the first freaking episode basically which we already knew.

4. I hate the way Dang looks too happy about her dragons flying overhead while people scramble and cower. She’s so detached from “her” people.

5. I was satisfied with Jon’s reunion with Bran. I felt like Jon’s confused expression to Brans pretty normal comment of “almost” was maybe a bit forced - like Sansa & Arya both had an oh shit Bran isn’t Bran moment and if they wanted Jon to have one too... it could’ve been something weirder. This did get me wondering about two things though:

A. How much are they expecting us to read into things? Is it presumed/assumed that Sansa/Jon have been exchanging letters? Jon knew about Brans gift and what he saw beyond the wall. Maybe this moment was Jon just remembering that Bran is different now & it wasn’t so much about specifically this one comment. But the letters from Sansa? This leads me to wonder how much we are supposed to assume information has passed between them? Is that why Arya wasn’t surprised to see Gendry or The Hound? Did Jon write about them or the mission or Gendry mentioning Arya? There are so many side conversations that could be happening all the time.... I like this idea of playing into that but that also gets wild. I kind of want to know more what characters actually know sometimes.

B. I feel like we should all be very aware of Brans dialogue this season. He KNOWS things. I think there’s pretty strong evidence (see the end) that when he speaks he doesn’t throw away words and things that may seem meaningless now find meaning when we realize what he was referring to. Jon says “you’re a man” and Bran says “almost.” This could mean a lot. I don’t think it just means Bran doesn’t feel like a man or isn’t that old yet. It could be alluding to the idea that Bran is almost a man but he’s not quite fully human anymore? It could be alluding to some future event or action that will propel Bran into becoming a “man” in the sense of stepping into his role fully or sacrificing or stepping up for others? It could also mean something like him losing his powers and becoming a normal person again... so almost as in in the future.

6. Sansa does look genuinely happy to see Jon but I was struck by how distant we were from them. Much of that reunion isn’t intimate. It’s Sansa carefully watching Dany - as if she has to guard her feelings or she can’t let anyone in her pack turn their back or close their eyes to Dany. (It reminded me a lot of Jon/Dany later in the episode actually which I’ll get to...)

7. “The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed... as are you.” UHM WHAT. I have a lot of thoughts... I was under the impression Jon did not really talk about himself or personal life or family with Dany. We never really see him do that ever. So does this mean he HAS. Or does this mean Dany is making shit up and trying to be courteous? Trying to butter Sansa up with flattery? It’s a little condescending also because while I’m sure Dany likes the compliments she doesn’t want to be known just for her beauty. But ANOTHER THING IS DID JON REALLY SAY THAT SANSA WAS BEAUTIFUL. Imagine. Dany basically says “you’re as beautiful as your brother said you are.” I’m sorry what brother goes into detail about his sisters looks? And also why would Dany bring this up? I think Dany knows Sansa is important to Jon and important to impress - that’s even very clear in the way he presents Dany to her. Does she suspect more? Maybe. She’s a Targaryen after all. It also super struck me that in season one Robert Baratheon compliments Sansa on her looks and it DOES flatter her. She blushes and she’s pleased. She wants to be beautiful. I think now she knows there’s much better things to be than beautiful. She’s not impressed by this compliment, which leads me to...

8. Sansa’s like bitch are you really tryna come to my home and take over the place and rip the crown from my brothers head and steal our independence meanwhile calling yourself a savior not to mention all the past shit your dad did to my dad uncle and grandpa... and you think you can butter me up by telling me I’m pretty? Lol. But also this reaction could totally be like “really Jon?” too. She immediately skips over the niceties. She’s not gonna play like they’re friends or anything. She jumps right into who Dany really is - a conqueror. She says Winterfell is yours because that’s what Dany wants but she hates saying it. It’s almost like “Winterfell is yours” what more do you want? This is the best you’re gonna get from me.

9. NO ONE KNELT!!! I’m so happy no one knelt. Sansa did not kneel. This is SO important. There were so many parallels to season one, and everyone knelt for Robert.

10. Bran is great. He just breaks up the love triangle tension.

11. Lyannas next to Bran like a long lost Stark child lol.

12. Sansa is 100% in charge in this meeting. Love that. She has all the respect.

13. I thought Lyanna might say “bastard.” “It’s not important” it is clear it pains Jon. He hates this.

14. I love that when Jon is insecure he turns to Sansa. She does have that look of “I told you so” but just her looking at him is this show of support when she could just stay looking straight ahead. It shows us they’re on the same team.

15. Sansas look at Dany during Jon’s speech is SO good. “I brought those allies to fight alongside us” but the way Sansa looks at Dany she knows that he’s just brought another enemy to their gates. “I had a choice to keep my crown or protect the North” I think this is so telling of Jon’s motives and what he thinks of the decision Dany gave him. He didn’t bend the knee because he loved her or believed in her - he realized he had to give her what she wanted so she would save his people. And Jon hopes that everyone will see he’s not really meant to have a crown and never wanted it and it’s not that big of a deal (to him) that he doesn’t have it. I think he truly hopes Dany can be a great queen because he sees her as really the only option...

16. I was so shocked Tyrion stood up for Jon. I was a little shocked Sansa did not do the same. She didn’t say anything in support of Jon or against him either.

17. Tyrion’s mention of the Lannister army looks like he either thinks it won’t come or that people will be extremely unhappy to be fighting alongside their enemy.

18. SANSA IS THE ONLY ONE WHO LITERALLY CARES ABOUT FOOD I SWEAR. SHES SO FREAKING PRACTICAL AND EVERYONES MAKING HER JOB SO HARD. I also love that she emphasizes that she did her job. She didn’t mess up - she could not have known they’d bring so many soldiers and also without bringing any supplies. It’s a big stab at them because bringing military help without bringing supplies is actually extremely harmful and weakens the North tremendously. What good are soldiers if no one can eat?

19. What do dragons eat anyway? THIS IS THE MOST CERSEI LIKE MANNERISMS AND OFFHANDED COMMENT FROM SANSA LIKE EVER. I really felt Cersei vibes in this moment from her. She was vicious and sarcastic. Also she says “Whatever they want” and it’s like what the actual fuck. Did you forget when your dragons killed a little girl? I also think this is very telling of Danys perception of herself. She is a dragon & I think she does believe she can do whatever she wants... because of her power which mainly does come from her dragons and because of her “birth right.”

20. The way this scene is shot so suggests a conflict between Dany and Sansa with Jon in the middle. Similar to but it doesn’t have to be a love triangle.

21. Low key in some of the wides is Dany like holding Jon’s hand. I honestly want her to keep her hands to herself all The freaking time pls.

Overall I was very satisfied with the parallels to the very first episode of season one. I did wish sometimes we had longer to explore those parallels

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seigyokus · 6 years

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9.4 - Calculation and Fabrication

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 9.4 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Thorvald: Good evening. Sorry to interrupt in the middle of a meal. I would like to offer a suggestion to everyone. Thorvald: How do you feel about setting up surveillance cameras in this room? IDOLiSH7: No! Izumi Mitsuki: You goddamn stalker! First you follow Nagi around, then you come in and drink our miso soup, and now you wanna set up cameras!? Nikaidou Yamato: You’re mighty bold for a stalker! Like hell we'd say yes to that! Thorvald: It is only reasonable for all of you to react that way. Very well. I shall be bringing Nagi-san back to Northmare with me then. IDOLiSH7: What!? Yotsuba Tamaki: He! He's tryna kidnap Nagicchi! Nanase Riku: We would never hand Nagi over to a stalker! Sougo-san, do you see anything that'd work as a weapon? Osaka Sougo: ......Here, take this! Izumi Mitsuki: You can't just throw glass pots around! That one’s expensive! *door opens* Rokuya Nagi: Thorvald.... Oh! What's the matter, everyone!? Nanase Riku: This dude's been stalking you, hasn't he! Rokuya Nagi: Well, if you were to call him a stalker you would not be wrong, but.... He is not the stalker I spoke of the other day.... Nikaidou Yamato: Y’know.... You’ve got an awful lot of stalkers.... Rokuya Nagi: Hm.... I am quite a sinful man, if I do say so myself. Thorvald: You misunderstand. I am not stalking Nagi-san in the slightest, I-- Ah.... Yotsuba Tamaki: ......!? A bunch of stuff just fell outta his pocket! Izumi Mitsuki: And they're all pictures of Nagi...! Nanase Riku: He has pictures of Nagi as a kid too! He's a veteran stalker!! Izumi Iori: ......This picture.... It must've been taken in a rather luxurious mansion.... Ah.... Rokuya Nagi: Thanks, Iori. Rokuya Nagi: Dropping pictures of my face to the ground is rather impolite, Thorvald, is it not? Thorvald: I apologize for the unacceptable behavior-- Ah.... Sorry, Nagi-san. Rokuya Nagi: In spite of the fact that you are behaving in a manner unbefitting of a subject of Northmare, you dare to warn me? I declare hereafter.... (1) Rokuya Nagi: ....... Izumi Mitsuki: Oh.... They started talking in Northmarean.... Nikaidou Yamato: I have no clue what they're talking about.... If they were talking in English, at least I'd have some idea of what's going on.... Nanase Riku: Nagi, are you sure you don't need to contact the police? He really isn't a stalker? Rokuya Nagi: ....... It is alright. Do not worry, he will be going home now. Thorvald: Thank you for the dinner, it was very delicious. Thank you for having me over. Thorvald: Nagi-san. You can only defer for so long. You are running out of time. Rokuya Nagi: All because the entire lot of you are incompetent. Thorvald: That is, unfortunately, painfully through. (2) Yotsuba Tamaki: You mean, 'painfully true?' Thorvald: That is, unfortunately, painfully true. Good night. May you have splendid dreams. *door closes* Izumi Mitsuki: ....... He came and went like a storm. Man, what a guest.... Rokuya Nagi: A storm would have been more well-mannered than him. Nikaidou Yamato: Nagi, are you really okay...? What the hell is this stalker business? And why didn't you tell me about it? Rokuya Nagi: He is my otaku friend. I was only jesting when I called him a stalker. Nikaidou Yamato: Why'd he break the window, then? Rokuya Nagi: Perhaps he got a little carried away in his excitement. He's in a foreign country, after all. (3) Yotsuba Tamaki: Really? Like, he said he was gonna take you with him back to Northmare and stuff.... Rokuya Nagi: Don't worry. He was just copying something from an anime. Izumi Mitsuki: You're positive everything's okay, right? You're not gonna get stabbed by some weirdo outta nowhere, right? Rokuya Nagi: Oh! My friend! Thank you for worrying about me! I am very happy! Rokuya Nagi: I am alright. If there is ever a night where I cannot sleep, kept awake by my fear, I'll take my Kokona DVD with me and go to your room. Rokuya Nagi: Why don’t we watch it right now! Let's turn on the TV.... Oh.... TV News: Weekly magazines have been publishing a special scoop on TRIGGER's Tsunashi Ryuunosuke-san and Hanamaki Sumire-san! Just what kind of relationship do they have? Nanase Riku: Tsunashi-san...?

Reporter: Tsunashi-san, is it true you invited Hanamaki-san to join Yaotome Productions? Reporter: And when did you get so close to her? Anesagi Kaoru: Please let us through. Ryuu, hurry up! Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Sorry. I’m afraid can't answer that.

Man: Did you hear? Apparently Yaotome Productions just went and snatched up Tsukumo Production's top seller! It was all over the news! Woman: He's being super ungrateful to both agencies! I bet he just wanted to get his girl into the same agency as him, that’s all. Man: Nah, I don’t think so. She was gonna be TRIGGER's rival at Black or White, so he seduced her and made her fall for him!

Yaotome Gaku: Ryuu's getting unilaterally bashed.... Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I'm really sorry.... I didn't know this was going to happen.... Yaotome Gaku: You didn't do anything wrong. You've been politely declining interviews and doing the usual stuff! Yeah? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Yeah.... But it feels different this time around.... Yaotome Gaku: How so? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: The interviewers are really.... Aggressive. It's like they're on the offensive. Yaotome Gaku: ......The articles are like that too.... They've said all sorts of things about us, but this is the first time they're being so blatant. *door opens* Yuki: Is everyone here? Kujou Ten: Yuki-san.... Momo: Ryuunosuke, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: What's wrong, Momo-san? Momo: I know I texted you about it, but all of this is my fault, Ryuu! Yaotome Gaku: What do you mean......?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Modern-day Chiba Salon...? And I'm the one who’s supposedly managing it...? Momo: Ryou-san's got it all wrong. He's trying to get all of the power in the industry right now, and one of the things that'd get in his way is organizations. Momo: Power is like a game of Othello. You get people to turn to your side, little by little, bit by bit. Momo: If one or two people protested, they wouldn't stand a chance. But if all of those people teamed up.... No one would have to turn to his side and they'd all be able to resist. Momo: I gathered all my friends together so we could have fun, but he probably thinks we're that kind of organization. Yaotome Gaku: But isn't that weird? If anything, he should be gunning for you and not Ryuu, Momo-san. Momo: That's true.... Have you ever done something that he'd bear a grudge against you for? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Me!? I don't think so.... Kujou Ten: People don't usually hold grudges against Ryuu. He's not that type of person. What about you, Momo-san? Yaotome Gaku: Alright, hear me out. I'm only asking this because we don't want to doubt your innocence, not because we suspect you. But you're not on the same team as Tsukumo Ryou, right? Momo: Of course not! If it came down to attacking Ryuu, then I'd rather send an assassin to off myself! Yuki: Momo would never betray you guys. Momo: Yuki...! Yaotome Gaku: And why can you say that so confidently? Yuki: Because he'd never do something that'd make me hate him. Right? Momo: I swear on that. Kujou Ten: I think so too. Gaku, you’re being rude. They've looked after us all this time. Yaotome Gaku: I said it was just in case! Yuki: Well, how about you, Gaku-kun and Ten-kun? Have either of you ever done something to incur Tsukumo's wrath? Kujou Ten: ...This has nothing to do with President Tsukumo, but there's a boy who sees me as his enemy. Yaotome Gaku: What's he like? Kujou Ten: ......He's one of the kids Kujou-san took care of. Yuki: Kujou, again......? Kujou Ten: ....... Yuki: Well, whatever. As long as you're happy with Kujou-san. Kujou Ten: If there's something you'd like to say, please speak. Yuki: Ten-kun, are you a masochist? Momo: Yuki, that’s a little too direct! Kujou Ten: I don't really understand, but just know that I'm a sadist when it comes to senpai who ask inconsiderate questions. Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ten, that’s pushing it a bit! You might actually start a fight with him! Yaotome Gaku: Well, we can't help it. Ryuu, you were set up by that woman. We just gotta prove that. Yaotome Gaku: Is there anyone who could prove it? Was there anyone else who was there? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: ......Ah. Yaotome Gaku: There was!? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: There was.... But given the situation and the fact that Tsukumo's definitely got something up his sleeve, I can't get them involved. Yaotome Gaku: This isn't the time for that shit! We're gonna get their testimony and prove your innocence! Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I can't. I won't tell you. Momo: Wait, is it.... Your girlfriend? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: N-no! Yaotome Gaku: What the hell? You should've told us you were dating someone! Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I'm not! Yuki: Of course he wouldn't want to get his girlfriend involved. What kind of girl is she? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I'm telling you guys, it's not a girl! Kujou Ten: If that's the case, then why don't you tell us who it is? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Yeah, but.... I don't want to get him involved.... Yuki: Fine. So be it. Momo, Gaku-kun. Hold him down. Yaotome Gaku: What are you gonna do? Yuki: Torture him. Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Torture!? Huh? Wait-- Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ahahaha! Ah! Stop! Stop it! Ahaha! It tickles! Ahahaha! I, I can't take it anymore! Kujou Ten: How merciless.... Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ahahaha! Ahahahaha! Okay! Okay! I give up! I'll talk!

To be continued....

TL Notes/comments:

THANKS @kuriiii FOR PROOFING!!!

THORVALD IS THE GODDAMN FUckIng drops 2098042 pcitures meme I CANT BELIEVe

(1) this bit kind of goes on for a bit without any real subject so i just tried 2 make it sound as official as possible (2) alright there's a japanese saying/kotowaza that goes 'mimi ga itai' (lit. my ear hurts) which applies to anything that has been said over and over to you to the point where you're tired of hearing OR something that is painfully true. Thorvald says 'mimi ga nigai' (lit. my ear is bitter) LOL (3) literally he says 'hustle' but clearly some katakana-eigo is at work because with every example sentence I read the more i was like 'yeeeeeeeah hustle does not mean what it means in english in japanese'

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

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itsnewstome · 7 years

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Mrs. Jacobs... I Can Explain...

@newsiestober day 29: Les!

This one went in a bit of a different direction than I intended, but we’ll all d e a l.

Uhm. So this was highkey based off of this post from @the-donnynova-band

@jaywasablindpirate thanks for the title bab <3

Rating: Gen

Summary: Les employs Jack to help him dye his hair on the down low, and David realizes that he is dating a child.

In which Les’ hair is pink, David’s entire being is suffering, Mrs. Jacobs’ knocks Connor’s mom dead and Jack certainly does not drink coffee.

read it on ao3

There was something up with Les. Maybe it wasn’t anything major, there were no glaring signs, really; it was in the way he wore the beanie Sarah gave to him for his last birthday (something he never cared for before) and the way how whenever he would come out of the shower, he would have a towel tightly around his hair, something Davey never really noticed before.

It took Davey a while to notice it. Which he really couldn’t be blamed for, because he really only came home on the weekends, now. Things like college and living in-dorm will do that to a person.

David thought he was just being weird until Jack began to point it out.

Jack would do things like duck in the room as David and his brother were FaceTiming, which was a normal ordeal, except that he would complement Les on his hat, or mention the possibility of hat-hair, with a tone that suggested some kind of secretive inside joke. David could just see Jack tapping the side of his nose, winking suspiciously.

And, suspicious is what it was! Especially since any inside jokes involving Jack Kelly usually more often than not ended up with people getting in trouble. He, of course, spoke from experience.

David didn't say anything about it, though. He kept it all to himself, which was probably a bad thing, because then it all came together, giving him all sorts of ideas about what Les was hiding. Things like premature hair loss and early receding hairlines plagued David’s thoughts, making him fear for his younger brother.

Not wanting to approach a rather… delicate matter like that over the phone or through text, David decided to let it rest until the weekend, where he could question Les properly.

The weekend came quicker than David expected it to, really. Early Saturday morning had David (and Jack by extension) throwing a few weekend bags together before travelling upstate to the little suburb where the Jacobs family lived.

David’s mother was going out for the day with a group of her friends. David remembered something being said about a movie and a bottle of wine, but that was the extent of the details he was given.

Sarah was usually the one to watch Les in occasions like that, since Les could happily hang out in her apartment for the afternoon. They would make dinner and watch some sort of Netflix show. But, since she was caught up in her girlfriend, that weekend marking their one-year anniversary, David's mother decided that it was much better to call the favor out of David instead.

And so, coming into his mother's house that Saturday afternoon, Jack trailing behind him, David thought he was prepared for anything.

Les came down the stairs two at a time, the same maroon beanie snug over his head, calling out names excitedly. Of course, none of them were David’s.

Predictably, Les crashed into Jack and hugged him tight around the middle.

“What’re you tryna do, knock me down?” Jack laughed, ruffling the hat on his head, shiting it, but not enough to dislodge it.

“And if I am?” Les said in a huff. He pulled back grinning. “I could take you down in less than a second!”

Jack laughed. “I’d like to see you try.” He knocked the side of his fist affectionately against Les’ temple.

“Oh, come on. What am I, chopped liver?” David asked after he slipped his shoes off near the matt.

Les crinkled his nose in disgust at the thought. “That’d be a pretty nasty thing to be, Davey,” he said. He hugged his brother in a much less aggressive manner.

“I guess it would,” David admitted.

Les rattled on to Jack about some kind of new computer game he had gotten, while David looked around the living room, listening for sounds of their mother. “Where’s Mom?” he asked when Les stopped to catch his breath.

David’s little brother grinned at him. “Getting ready for her hot date,” Les said, giggling.

“‘Hot date,’” Jack echoed, his eyebrows slowly rising.

“Yeah. Say, what do you mean by that? I thought it was just her night out with Connor’s Mom.” David frowned in thought, especially at the way Les’ face screwed up in such a way David knew he said something he shouldn’t have. Or, rather, he said something he wasn’t sure if he was cleared to share or not.

Les puffed his cheeks out, looking closely at his brother. “I thought you knew about it.”

David paused, trying to think back. “She just said she was going out, she didn’t say anything about a date.”

Les patted his arm sympathetically. “It must hurt to be so out of the loop.” His tone was wistful, as was his sigh.

“Oh, get out of here,” David said, pushing his shoulder.

“Fine, but I’m taking Jack with me!” Les declared. His hand was already clasped around Jack’s wrist and was trying his best to drag Jack away and up the stairs.

“Good luck,” David said, laughing. He kissed Jack shortly on the mouth, and it had Les faking a gag and pulling harder on Jack’s wrist. Jack was dragged up the stairs in the matter of seconds. He looked over his shoulders at David, a silly grin slapped across his face.

David himself went farther into the house, taking a corner and going down a short hall until he came to the master bedroom. He knocked heavily on the doorframe.

“Come in,” his mother called. “I’m just finishing my hair.”

He came to stand in the doorway of the en suite.

His mother caught his eyes in the mirror and smiled brightly at him. She had an aerosol can of hairspray in her hand, and David could see little particles gently falling around her.

“So a hot date, huh?” he said, smiling suggestively.

She looked at him, lifting an eyebrow before she puffed her cheeks out in a very comical way, considering how immaculate she currently looked. Les took after her in the ffunniest of ways. “Les call it that?” David nodded, trying to stifle a laugh. She made a small frustrated sound. She puffed her cheeks out again, looking herself in the eyes in the mirror.

“You’re going to ruin your base,” David said, still biting at the inside of his cheeks to reign in a smile.

She deflated instantly, swapping exasperation for a smile. “Good point,” she said, resigned. She put her hairspray down onto the counter with a little noise. “It isn’t so much of a hot date as a… a trial run. Seeing how it plays out.”

He leaned against the wall and crossed his ankles in front of him. “I’m sure it’ll go well,” he assured her, pointing out “she already loves you.”

“Let’s hope she can still see that when I accidentally smear alfredo sauce all over my face.”

David looked at her with a level gaze. “You never smear things over your face,” he pointed out helpfully.

She hummed, looking like she wanted to fidget again. “Well, Les has warned me so many times of it, I’m sure it’s very much a possibility, now.”

David laughed aloud that time.

The next ten minutes were spent with idle chatter with his mother, whilst trying to sneakily sooth her nerves, because if it was obvious, she would just get nervous again. Jack popped in just as she was gathering up her handbag. He gave her a big smile, told her that she’ll do fine.

Well, his real words landed somewhere around “Damn, Mrs. Jacobs. You look fantastic. Connor’s mom ain’t gonna know what hit her!” but that’s neither here nor there.

Nevertheless, soon Mrs. Jacobs was out the door and the boys were left to themselves. Les was wearing his ridiculous slouch beanie and acting as suspicious as ever, but David let it slide, berating himself for being so suspicious of his brother.

Surely David was just being… oddly paranoid.

It was a late dinner; one of pasta and homemade spaghetti sauce. They took turns playing their favorite songs with the bluetooth speaker that sat in the cupboard that housed all of the plates, dancing and fooling around as they went. Almost everything went extremely well, which was certainly a win in David’s book.

Almost everything.

Almost.

There was a slight hiccup when David went upstairs to rid himself of his chest binder. With the realization that he had worn it for a bit more than his eight and some hours, he had excused himself upstairs, telling Jack to watch the pot on the stove. He was trying to break the habit of wearing it longer than he was strictly supposed to - a nasty habit that was trying to form. He changed out of the binder and pulled a sweater (one of Jack’s. It used to be a solid white, but it was now stained with a million different paint flecks) over his tee, as the thicker fabric concealed more.

He came back downstairs to find half the pot of unfinished, still reducing sauce splashed over the floor while Les and Jack desperately tried to mop it up with various kitchen rags and paper towels.

David was horrified. The kitchen was a mess, there was tomato and little green bits and chunks of onion stuck to the knees of the boys’ jeans, and even after they had cleaned it all up, the floor was still slightly slick afterwards.

It had turned out well, though, so David didn’t worry too much about it. He still made Les mop up the floor, so the sweet smell of their cooking was somewhat tainted with the odor of Clorox cleaning spray.

The sauce continued reducing, giving them about a quarter of the original pot. But it was enough for them all, if a little stretched.

All in all, everything went very well.

David was just waiting for the other foot to drop.

And eventually, it did. It stomped through the delicate, wafer-like balance of the evening. Like a toddler’s greedy hands snapping a cracker in half in their carelessness, David’s sanity all but snapped at the completely asinine actions of his idiotic boyfriend and conniving little brother.

David shifted from his position on the couch, tucking a throw pillow up under his cheek as his eyes struggled to focus on Sabrina playing on the television. In all honesty, he could barely see the television past Jack’s shoulder, as his boyfriend sat on the floor in front of the couch, leaning back against the bottom cushions. Les was wrapped up in a blankets nestled happily in a recliner off to the side.

It was nearly midnight, and on-screen David was only just getting around to sitting on a pair of champagne flutes. David didn’t think he was going to last the full movie. Jack was fully invested in the film, his eyes all but sparkling as he shoved popcorn in his mouth. Les was less interested, checking his phone frequently.

David only lasted until Sabrina slapped Linus in the garden (Jack cheered, pumping a fist in the air, obviously getting deeply invested in the movie), and then tapped Jack’s shoulder to grab his attention.

Jack turned half way around to look at his boyfriend, eyebrows raised in question.

“I’m going to go to bed,” he said, voice quiet.

Jack hummed, kissing David. “You want me to turn this off?”

David shook his head. “No, you can watch the rest of it. Just gonna head upstairs.” He leaned in and kissed him.

“I love you,” Jack murmured against David’s mouth.

David smiled sleepily. “I love you, too,” he replied. “Get Les in bed after this movie’s over, okay?” Jack nodded. “He’ll try to con you into staying up later; stay strong, alright?”

Jack laughed. “Alright, Dave. I got it.”

“Good.” Another heavy kiss, Jack’s fingers combing softly through his hair. He made a little sleepy sound. “Okay. Bed. You’re missing your movie.” Slowly, David forced his sleep-addled limbs into pulling himself up from the couch and eventually up the stairs. He flopped down onto his bed. He could barely remember falling asleep.

The next morning began, and David found it all very routine. His phone alarm woke him up a quarter after seven, and Jack sleepily batted at him while he shut the annoying thing off.

David was left to take in the morning streaming in through the parted curtains, Jack curled around him. Well. More under him, if David was being honest. His right leg was burrowed up under David’s side, with David half lying on him. They had shifted in their sleep, so Jack was bent at an awkward angle against the headboard, his arms thrown over David, while David himself was a little farther down the bed, with his feet hanging off the end of the mattress, hanging in midair.

Deciding that he was ready to get up, David carefully extracted himself from Jack and rolled off the bed; his knees hit the floor with a hard thump. He didn’t get far beyond that, as David ended up flattening himself down on the tacky rug Sarah once bought for him and looked at his ceiling as he tried to get his brain up and working.

"Babe," Jack groaned from above him. A hand flopped over the side of the mattress, lazily grabbing for David. "Come back." His hands were splattered and stained pink. David wasn't sure how the color came to be, but he honestly just never questioned it anymore. It came with dating an artist, he supposed. Jack's body was always streaked with color, whether it be a blot of blue oil paint on the bridge of his nose, green behind his ear, or an odd sweep of yellow up his ribs (David still had no idea how he had managed that one), the color was a fixture on Jack's body and that would never change.

David sat up, groaning at his sleep-stiffened back as he went. He leaned over and placed a little kiss to Jack's knuckles before he hauled himself up on unsteady legs to stand.

"Dave," Jack tried again. He looked up at David from the quilts and pillows with a pout on his mouth, eyes going for the doe eyed look. "Come 'eeeeree." He reached his arm up, hand flexing.

"Can't. If I do, I'm never gonna get up." David did get back on his bed, kneeling precariously on the edge while he leaned over to take Jack's face in his hands and kiss him softly. He blanched a bit at their combined morning breath, and was soon pulling away.

"Thing is-," David paused to listen to his boyfriend. He didn't suspect Jack surging up and hooking his arms up under David's so he could take him back down to the lower part of the mattress. "-that's the fucking point of coming back to bed. Not getting back up."

David groaned, struggling in Jack's grip.

"Oh, come on. I've - I've gotta go - Hey, quit that. - I have to go make coffee, Jack, oh my God." He pushed at Jack's face to divert the man from his self-given mission to press tickling kisses all across his face.

"Or you could not. Who's even going to drink coffee? Hm?" Jack challenged, rising up to lean on his elbows, looking down at David.

"Mom will. I might." He rested his hands on Jack's arms, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

"Dave, you don't drink coffee unless the deadlines are so serious, you might actually end up dead. Hey!" Jack yelped in surprise when David took hold of Jack's shoulders and rolled them over so that David was on top. Jack’s grabbing hands were useless against David, as he had already rolled off of him and the bed, and was out the door like a shot.

The ritual of coffee making and setting up for breakfast was routine. Pancake batter was mixed up before Jack even decided to make an appearance.

Jack's hair stuck out at odd ends right off the top of his head, and his eyes were still groggy, but it didn't deter him from marching straight up to David and kissing him against the counter. He had brushed his teeth before he came down, a fact David very much appreciated(even if it made him conscious of the fact that his breath was still as stale as could be).

"I'll get you next time," he said, like a two bit villain. David snorted with laughter as Jack took the bowl of pancake batter from David's hands and a spatula from the drawer next to the stove. He shifted everything to one arm so he could flick the stove range on with his free hand, and adjust the griddle on the burner.

David stepped back, letting the man be as David himself worked towards getting a pair of glasses from the cabinet and filling them with orange juice.

This was a certain unspoken agreement they had come upon in the early days of their relationship. They had learned that David was excellent at preparing the ingredients and mixing things up, but was utterly horrible at cooking them. He didn't know how, but everything he attempted to cook turned out either under or overcooked. It never failed.

It was in just the opposite way that Jack could do anything from bake amazing cupcakes, to fry pancakes into a golden brown perfection - he just couldn't ever mix anything. His recipes were bland at best.

David insisted that he simply didn't read the recipes right, but Jack argued the same thing to David.

And so they came to a stalemate.

And an agreement.

David mixed, Jack cooked. It worked for them and they ate well.

Sooner than later, David’s mother made her appearance in her silk robe and curly hair fastened in a low pony tail.

She practically sneaked up on them as they squabble over the possibility of characterized pancakes(“You cannot do that, Jack.” “Just fucking watch me, Dave. Y’all got a squeeze-y condiment bottle?”). They took turns grilling her over her date (“It went well, okay? We might be going out again.) just before Les joined them too a beanie snuggly down to his eyebrows.

David looked warily at his brother as they all sat down for breakfast.

“Les, what’s up with all the hats?” he asked finally. He sat down next to his brother with a little sighed and took a sip of his orange juice.

Les simply shrugged. “I dunno. Marcus made me one month before last in class, and I just decided that I really liked them. Started wearing Sarah’s again.” The answer was easy, practiced.

...but David didn’t quite miss the conspiratorial look Jack shot to Les.

“Huh.”

He wasn’t quite convinced.

Les stabbed his fork into his short stack, ducking his head. And that was when he saw it. The pink stain was behind his ear, spreading, and following down his hairline until it went under the collar of his shirt. David caught Jack’s eyes and suddenly… everything pieced together.

Jack seemed to realize that David figured them out and blanched, paling under the realization that they’d been caught.

David couldn’t believe it. “No,” he mouthed, disbelief spread thick over his face, “you didn’t.”

Jack ducked his head and suddenly made himself very busy with a cup of coffee - a tell, if David’s ever seen one. Jack did not drink coffee.

David pulled himself out of his chair and crossed the floor to stand very close to his boyfriend.

“Did you dye Les’ hair?” he hisses from between his teeth, quietly so that his mother wouldn’t hear. Jack didn’t answer. “Jack?”

“I plead the fifth,” he croaked. He jerked his spoon through his cup, stirring in way too much milk for his coffee.

“Jack.” David reached out and grabbed Jack’s free hand, brushing his thumb lightly across the pink splattered skin. “Babe.”

Jack made a low groaning sound, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “David.”

“Jackie.”

Jack whined, looking torn. “Babe.”

David wilted. “You did, didn’t you.”

Jack vibrated for about three seconds before he jumped back away from his coffee, and David’s fingers, to vault across the room.

“Scram kid! We’ve been discovered!”

Les was a half a heartbeat behind him, and they were out the door in four seconds flat.

“What in the world?” David’s mother gasped.

David melted once again. “Mom, before you see, I apologize for my awful, awful boyfriend.” And with that, David gave chase after the. He made it halfway up the stairs when he heard the clatter in his bedroom. He opened the door to see the window thrown open and Jack’s shoes gone from beside the closet door.

David looked out the window and saw Jack hanging off the lip of the garage roof, just before the man dropped down.

Les!” David shouted to the boy still on the roof.

Les turned back to him, eyes fearfully wide. “Tell Mom I love her!” he yelled. He hopped down into Jack’s waiting arms.

David watched, utterly defeated as the two of them got into David’s Jeep and drove away.

Downstairs, he sat back down at the table, suddenly feeling extremely tired.

His mother slid him a cup of tea and he took it gratefully.

“Want to tell me what happened?” she offered.

David sighed. “I am dating a twelve year old, and we are never having kids,” he announced. He let his head thump the table top, trying not to let how his mother laughed hit him too hard. She didn’t understand.

His phone made a little noise and David dragged it out of his pocket. The message was a Snap from Les; a selfie of both boys in a cafe not too many streets away. They were grinning madly and Les’s nose was all scrunched up.

The beanie was nowhere in sight, and Les’ neon pink hair was proudly on display.

David wordlessly passed the phone to his mother.

She giggled madly, and that was the end of that.

If there was one thing David learned that day, it was to never again bring Jack along when he was supposed to watch Les again.

When Les and Jack made it back to the house an hour and some later, Jack looked properly sheepish. Les didn’t even have the grace to look small. He was all bright grins and loud, proud attitudes.

Their mother was tickled with the color, picking at the strands of his hair and asking when the pink blotches on his skin were going to fade.

“We’ve yet to figure that out,” Jack answered sheepishly.

“When did you have time to bleach his hair?” David asked. “You can’t exactly do all that in one night.” He’d seen Spot dye her hair. That took quite a while for all the natural color to lift from her hair.

“I bleached it a week ago,” Les confessed.

Their mother frowned. “Why didn’t I notice?” she asked. “You’d think I’d catch that.”

David’s eyes filled with understanding. “He wore the beanie to get everyone used to the fact we haven’t seen his hair in two months,” he said, a little awed. “This took a lot of planning. How long were you two planning this, huh?” He prodded Jack’s ribs with an elbow.

Jack threw up his hands. “The little sucker came to me two weeks ago with a proposition I couldn’t refuse! What was I supposed to do?”

“What did you offer him?” David asked Les, narrowing his eyes at him.

Les lifted his chin proudly. “I saved up a slice of my allowance and bought him those fancy lollipops he likes.”

David looked at Jack, and he could do little more than throw his hands up again. “It’s the good stuff! How’s I supposed to refuse?”

“Oh my God. I am dating a child. An honest-to-God child.”

#newsies #newsies musical #Les Jacobs #Davey Jacobs #Jack Kelly #trans davey jacobs #mentions of trans spot conlon #Cause I'm w e a k #ollie writes things #newsiestober #newsietober #I really like this one lol #The Hair Dye Drabbles

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Inktober Day 13. Foolish

Credit to @elletromil and @zombiisheep for the fic idea.

This fic takes place in an alternate crack universe, (hence the theme, foolish) where Roxy came with Eggsy and Merlin to the Statesman, and Whiskey is the steretypical yeehaw drunk uncle, Tequila the debauchery aficionado and Merlin and Ginger are the platonic besties and mum and dad of all of them. Which I guess makes Champ the grandpa!

Here goes, a full 24hours late! So much for ‘a few hundred words’. @iffy-kanoknit @melisjevisje

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Eggsy was never into cowboys as a kid.

Like any boy whose dad was a soldier, he'd been starry-eyed over plastic toy guns and figurines of macho, muscled marines. His poor mum had to positively wrestle off his favourite, threadbare camo-print shirt off him each day before bed. And even then, he'd sneak it out of the washing basket and yank it back on when she wasn't looking.

So cowboys weren't very high on his interest list, and naturally, Eggsy never expected to meet one. London was running kind of low on gunslinging, boot wearing Southerners, as it happened. And even when Eggsy pulled off his transformation from rough chav to sleek sav, he thought gentleman spies who saved the world from certain doom and got to kiss princesses were as far as it went.

But as he'd smugly announced to Richmond Valentine, while the megalomanic lay drowning in his own blood, this ain't that kind of movie bruv. Kingsman life was anything but normal, so when HQ got blown sky high by the Golden Circle last month, Eggsy, Merlin, and yesterday, Rox, had ended up becoming quite well acquainted with some cowboys- Statesman, as it turns out, were America's resident breed of spy. All named after alcohol, in typical Yankee fashion.

He's still not that big a fan of cowboys. Especially when said cowboys decide lassoing him and the not-dead object of his unrequited affections together is a perfectly reasonable course of action.

"I'm telling you, Merlin, I'm perfectly fine to be cleared for active duty!" Roxy argues, ponytail swinging wildly as she and the Scottish quartermaster spar yet again over a constant source of argument- her moon-booted leg.

"Lancelot," Merlin returns calmly, not even bothering to look up from his clipboard at Ginger's desk. "Yeh've been out of the infirmary for less than a week, which yeh wouldn't've been in if yeh'd stayed in hospital in London, like the doctor ordered. But no, yeh had to charge onto the first bloody plane t' Kentucky, and caused another stress fracture in yeh leg due t' the cabin pressure."

"Roxy, he's right, honey," Ginger sighs, tapping away at her own computer. She's champing at the bit to start the competition with Merlin- prior to the current argument, there'd been a text ping up on Eggsy's glasses from Roxy. Merlin + Ginger having a hacking competition at 2pm. Let's go? Any form of distraction while they searched for the Golden Circle was more than welcome- even handlers need time off.

"What was I supposed to do, convalesce in my hospital bed while you go off and hunt down the people that destroyed Kingsman, and killed our colleagues?" the female agent retorts hotly, as both Merlin and Eggsy exclaim "Yes!" frustratedly. Eggsy loves his best friend, he really does. But he and she both know she's fighting an uphill battle, even if he's the only one willing to admit it.

"What's all this here commotion?" Champ, Statesman's agent-in-chief, moseys into the room, twirling a cigar expertly between his fingers. Two figures follow him in- Agent Whiskey, moustachioed and booted, and Kingsman's own Harry Hart, shaven and suited.

The sight of Harry, living and breathing, walking around unhindered, still knocked the breath from Eggsy's lungs. Too recently, he'd still been wallowing in the swamp-like sludge of unresolved emotions concerning Harry's apparent death. The crushing guilt, the excruciating vice of grief, the sickening self-loathing for his own stupidity, the memory that their last interaction was an argument-

Even now, it made his stomach knot.

"Champ," Roxy acknowledges the silver-haired Southerner briskly. "Please-"

"I wouldn't bother if I were you, darlin," Whiskey drawls, leaning himself against the nearby whitewashed wall. The deep brown eyes beneath the brim of his hat survey the scene unfolding with vague amusement.

"Harry here has just spent the past minute finishin' convincin' Champ here that you ain't going anywhere. Not 'til that here leg," he flicks his eyes to the moon boot strapped over Roxy's grey paintsuit. "Be fully healed up."

But before Roxy can unleash her wrath on Harry, Eggsy chimes in, tearing his eyes from the elder Kingsman finally.

"Harry's right, Rox, s'what I've been tryna tell ya. Ya only just got here, ya not fully healed, all ya gonna do is f-"

"Of course you take his side!" Roxy snaps back at him, indignation and fury clear in her eyes. Oh shit- he should know by now when to pick his battles with her. Hurricane Roxy was not an experience Eggsy enjoyed.

"What's tha supposed to mean?" Eggsy retaliates uncertainly, sneaking a sideways glance at Harry, who is also regarding Roxy with apprehension.

"Oh don't play coy now, boys," Whiskey purrs, raising an eyebrow smugly. Suddenly, the room seems a little too airtight, and far too warm. "You don't think we didn't all see your cute lil' reunion in Harry's room?"

"And can I just say," Agent Tequila, who has so far been silent, sprawled in a chair in the corner, contributes. "Ya'll shoulda see your here face when I pulled up that curtain on Galahad Sr.'s room, when ya first got here." He flicks his chin in Eggsy's direction, before leaning back to fish around in his jacket pockets for chewing tobacco.

Eggsy and Harry simultaneously erupt into indignant protests.

"What on earth-"

"Oh fuck off, all of ya-"

"Merely happy to see my protege-"

"I just found out he was alive, I fink my response was pretty appropriate-"

"He has a girlfriend-"

Not anymore, he didn't. Eggsy's gut gives a funny twist, but he quickly returns to the issue at hand. But with reflexes faster than the human eye, Whiskey's whip appears in the cowboy's hand. And Eggsy realises a second too late what's about to happen, as he and Harry stand side by side, still spluttering feeble excuses.

It all happens so quickly. The tight cord of the rope yanks the pair of men together instantaneously, so quickly the two bonk heads, and as they teeter on the spot momentarily, a previosuly unseen cupboard door is flicked open by Tequila. Eggsy and Harry only have a second to yowl in protest as a shove sends them toppling into the confines of a dark Statesman broom closet, and the secure click of a lock is heard on the other side.

There's a second of stunned silence. And then the pair of spies begin wriggling and hollering with all their might, bumping against all manner of cleaning items and the door.

"Pipe down in there, ya'll," Champ's voice filters through the light-light crack near the floor, as raucous laughter can be heard. "Merlin and Ginger be about to start the contest."

"Let us the fuck out!" Eggsy roars, as Harry adds peevishly "I second that motion."

"Short answer; no," Whiskey's tone can be heard now, and Eggsy can just picture the fucker inspecting his fingernails casually. "We're all sick to high heaven of ya'll's pining and lovelorn looks. I can't imagine what poor Merlin and Roxy here been having to endure, if we've only had just a taste of it these past few weeks."

The muffled sound of Merlin and Roxy agreeing with enthusiastic despair only incenses Galahads Jr. and Sr. more.

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There's dead silence in the room, punctuated only by the furious clatter of computer keys being slammed by speedy fingers. Merlin and Ginger are hunchbacks over their keyboards, as the Statesman and Roxy look on nervously.

"How long d'you think it'll take them to give up and just admit it?" Roxy wonders aloud, as muted shouts and thumps still sound against the securely locked door.

"A good while yet, I should think," Champ chuckles, leaning his elbows on the back of Ginger's chair as he squints at the computer screen.

"Don't worry Ginger, ya'll gonna make mincemeat of this Scottish chap."

"Ha," Merlin mutters under his breath, face lit with almost evil glee as he determinedly chips his way through NASA's firewall.

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So no only has Eggsy found himself buddy-buddy with a bunch of cowboys, where his best friend turns up less than a month after an entire mansion fell on her, with nothing but a broken leg to show for it. He finds himself face to face with a very not dead Harry fucking Hart, quite literally, shoved into a very cramped, dark cupboard, where a bottle of cleaning fluid is slowly leaking into his bespoke. Fan-fucking-tastic.

His shoulder's starting to get sore from ramming it against the sturdy, unmoving door. But nothing could compare to the sheer shattering feeling of when he'd found Harry alive, in that white padded room, and no trace of recognition had flitted across the slightly lined face of his former mentor.

Yep. Eggsy's in love with Harry. Of course he fucking is, as if shit couldn't get more complicated. Especially since he has, or used to have, a fucking girlfriend. But more on that later.

"Eggsy, enough."

"No!" Eggsy shouts at Harry utterly focused on ramming the door down with every ounce of strength he had left in him. He couldn't stay in here with Harry, he couldn't, it was too difficult-

"Eggsy, you are going to hurt yourself." Harry's tone is somehow so much calmer than it had been just moment earlier. "An injury would mean you were off the assignment, which we cannot afford. Please, stop."

Eggsy pauses, considering Harry's words. Giving the door one final whack, having no effect, he leans back against some very uncomfortable shelving. Which is hard to do, considering every movement he makes brings Harry with him, due to the sheer lack of space.

"They'll give it up eventually," Harry reassures him. But the elder spy seems ever so careful not to reveal any particular inclination or otherwise towards Eggsy.

Hmm.

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"Ya'll want some dinner?" Tequila declares to the small gathering some hours later, still huddled around the computers. "This shit is takin' ages, makes a man work up an appetite."

"You've literally done nothing, Tequila," Ginger exclaims, but there's no bite in her words. "Do you want to swap with me and have a crack at finding NASA's correspondence with aliens?"

"Naw, I'm fine," Tequila brushes her off, getting to his feet. "They'd delete all that shit anyways."

"Ya'll want KFC?"

There's a chorus of 'yeah', and the youngest Statesman saunters out.

Champ exhales quietly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "He's got smarts when he's on a mission, but that kid's brains wouldn't amount t' a hill o' beans."

"Funny that," Merlin interjects, completely focused on the task at hand. "Ginger's tech skills amount to about the same."

"Oh I cannot wait to wipe the floor with you, Merlin," the woman shoots back in good humour. "After the files I had to extract from the Pentagon last year, this is a goddamn cakewalk."

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"Merlin." Harry's voice is loud enough within the tight confines of the cupboard that Eggsy is sure the tech whiz would've heard them.

"Not now, 'Arry. I'm busy. Stop texting me with your glasses, I'm tryin' to win a bottle of whisky."

"Merlin," Harry draws out the 'i', sounding almost whiney. "You wouldn't leave your oldest friend locked in a cupboard, would you?"

"I'm sure he would, given the amount of whinging you saddle him with about Eggsy." Whiskey japes.

What?

"Oi," Eggsy cries, straightening and staring Harry down accusingly. The older man has the decency to look slightly guilty, under the limited light the door frame provided. "Why're ya whinging 'bout me for?"

"It's not whinging," Harry protests somewhat feebly, staring at the ground, but Eggsy's right pissed off now.

"If anything, it's me who should be doing the whingin', eh? I'm the one you left behind, to go play the hero here!"

Harry's face changes, and Eggsy can just tell the taller man's hackles are finally up. Good. Let him suffer for a bit too.

"If you'd simply done as I asked, Eggsy, and completed all the tests, as instructed, we wouldn't've had a row. But to suggest I had your father stuffed, inside my house?!-"

Eggsy doesn't give a shit that he's interrupting, and that will only add fuel to Harry's already dangerous tone. "I said tha' shit in anger, bruv! Ya called me back with that cab like a dog on a fuckin' leash. And what 'bout ya sayin' that everything ya did for me was 'bout my dad anyways?"

He's sailing into dangerously emotional territory here, but Eggsy has really lost all his fucks to give. "Didn't I mean anything t' you?"

"You could not be further from the truth."

Harry's icy tone makes Eggsy revert to sulky silence.

"This is utterly fucking ridiculous," Harry sighs a short while later, rubbing his temples with both hands. His elbow nearly catches Eggsy in the face, and the slow sounds of enthusiasm and can be heard outside in the room, cheering Merlin and Ginger on. There's also the smell of fried chicken, wafting deliciously into the cupboard, and Eggsy's stomach lets out a rumble.

"Do you remember our breakfast, the day before your final test?" Harry asks suddenly, looking at Eggsy with interest. All anger has melted from his chestnut eyes.

"'Course I do," Eggsy mumbles, over the growing hubub outside. That morning was one of the few precious memories he had with Harry, and not one he was likely to forget.

"M'so sorry, Harry. 'Bout your house. It's all my fault."

"Nonsense, Eggsy," Harry placates him, even as the younger man protests.

"All ya furniture, Mr Pickle,-"

"Houses and antique furniture, even butterflies," Harry argues patiently, yet determinedly. "Theyre are all replaceable,. Mr Pickle is ingrained firmly into my memory, too. Even if he isn't sitting in my lavatory, he will always be in my heart."

There's silence again, apart from cheering, as both men consider Harry's words. "Now what I truly couldn't bear, would be being locked inside that awful padded room for the rest of my days, with no one to rescue me. As terrible as it sounds, without everything we've lost, you never would have found me again. So in a way, I must be grateful for all these tragedies. Because without them, I may never have remembered."

"The thought of not remembering such a large portion of my life- Kingsman, Melrin, you-" an unconscious shudder wracks Harry, jostling Eggsy in the small space. "It's unimaginable."

"But even if I didn't know you, during my period of amnesia..." Harry's voice trails off, and Eggsy meets his gaze again. "I wanted to."

Was there some hidden message behind Harry's words, that's flying right over Eggsy's head?

Maybe his should just come out with it. His conscience is nudging him every so gently, trying to build a scrap of confidence within him. When was Eggsy ever going to get the chance to tell Harry how he felt, in a private, dark cupboard, ever again?

Harry's arm knocks something, which makes a metallic souding rattle. Fumbling around in the dark corner of the cupboard, he suddenly cautiously brandishes a crowbar, of all things.

"Finally."

But as Harry squeezes his arm past to begin his assault on the cupboard door, something makes Eggsy catch the elder spy's muscular arm in hand.

"Harry, wait!"

The taller of the two freezes, looking to Eggsy questioningly.

"Yes?"

It all just comes out in a fumbling, mad rush, like water out of a spilt jug.

"Look this is really fuckin' awkward an' weird an- oh fuck it, I'm in love wif' ya and I don't know what-"

"What?" Harry's face is a beacon of astonishment. "What on earth?!- Your girlfriend?- you have-"

"No actually, I don't." Eggsy's breathing is shallow, and his palms are shaking, but he clenches them into fists. If he doesn't get this all out and over with now, he never will. He'll never be able to move on if he doesn't shoot straight and sharp, and tell this stupid, oblivious man how arse over tits for him Eggsy is. "We broke up, like we shouldve done months ago. Because she was only ever a distraction, as bad as that sounds, cos' you were dead, an' I was tryin' to get over you-"

Harry immediately tries to interject with urgency, and Eggsy is suddenly glad the chaos outside over the hacking race means no one can hear them.

"No. Shut up, ok, shut up. I'm trying to tell ya how I feel, I've been in love with ya since ya bailed me out of Holborn, if I dont say this now I'll never get the courage to do it again, because ya a tall, gorgeous fucking spy, who's literally sex on legs, I know ya don't love me back, this'll be real awkward once we bust open that door, but I get it it's all good, I'll leave you be, cos ya in love w me dad or somethin-"

"Don't you dare".

Harry Hart, chest heaving, spits, and shocks Eggsy into silence with nothing but a burning look. Something that vaguely sounds like a squeak leaves Eggsy's chest, and he's abruptly aware of how close they have been, this whole time in the matchbox of a cupboard, chests touching.

"Don't you dare go and leave me again, Gary Eggsy Unwin. Because, if you would ever let me finish, I am not in love with your father."

Eggsy's bewilderment is clearly plastered upon his face, because Harry sighs heavily, and with frustration, ignoring the apparent stadium full of football fans hollering outside. He lays those massive, elegant hands of his on Eggsy's shoulders for emphasis.

"I am hopelessly and utterly in love with you, you gigantic pillock".

Oh my God. This had to be a dream, Eggsy thinks faintly, as this beautiful ray of numbness fills his brain. He was dreaming, he must be, as a slow smile slides across his face.

"Is this the bit where we kiss, then?"

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"Go, Merlin, go!" Roxy screeches, hands pressed to her mouth in tights fists of anticipation, as Merlin and Ginger thunder down the home stretch of their race, hands a blur of slamming keys.

"Geddim', Ginger!" Champ howls, Tequila and Whiskey echoing the sentiments of encouragement, as both quartermasters clatter away, slit-eyed and teeth-gritting.

"Yes!" The choppy bob shoves her roller chair away from the desk, arms raised in victory, and is immediately drawn into a jumping circle of victory by her Statesman colleagues, whooping and hooting. Merlin graciously bows his head, Roxy placing a comforting arm on his shoulder, as the two amusedly observe the scene of celebration. Until a lightbulb goes off in the resident Lancelot's head.

"Time to let them out I think," she utters, and in a few short steps, arrives at the cupboard door, and flicks the latch open.

Galahad Jr. and Sr. emerge from the confines of the dark cupboard, with just as much grace as they entered it. But this time, their embrace, which makes both men topple to the floor humiliatingly, seems utterly consensual.

And now it's Roxy and Merlin's turn to join the celebrations, as their best friends pick themselves off the floor, but link hands, smiling a little bashfully.

"You owe me a hundred quid, Ginger!" Merlin announces with relish, reclining in his chair.

"Not 'til I get my bottle of this supposedly amazing scotch whiskey, minus the e, for kicking your ass in hacking."

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