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ask-alexander-feoc · 2 years
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Pokemon Au
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An Umbreon runs up to your muse and it seems like it wants you to follow Him. Will you follow this pokemon?
@thepersonaking56​ Or anyone that would like to join 
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fancypantsrecords · 10 months
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Artdink Sound Team - NOTAM Of Wind Original Soundtrack | Amidst | 2023 | Black
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90sfantasyanimestuff · 11 months
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Neugier: Umi to Kaze no Kudou by Wolf Team
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sketchmog · 5 months
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Been listening to Float Play on repeat and it made me think of something Makenshi would sing... so him singing for @shiroi---kumo and taking him for a flight for the first time in a very long time.
I have an animatic in mind but we'll see how it goes! cause my hands are dumb sometimes haha~
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usagi-best-boy · 1 year
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This scene from Run with the Wind is pure dopamine
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kishiqo · 1 year
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kaze's blood mixing with the Soil was not how I thought the magun worked but here we are
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If Fujii Kaze had a Pokémon Team
God I am so stupid but this idea was ghosting around in my brain, I just had to get it out.
I love Kazes music so much, so here you have a team that is supposed to represent the warm, generous nature of his songs. I higly recommend you checking out his songs btw, his whole discography so far is amazing !
Also yes, there are more than 6 Pokémons, I know, but just leave me be XD.
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So yes, shiny Ninetales, Musharna, Hisuan Typhlosion, Volcarona, Mega Ampharos, Mega Altaria, Galarian Articuno and Ho-Oh.
I just think this team perfectly encapsulates the warmth feeling of comfort and nostalgia his songs bring, the iridiscent quality of them and his ethereal, whisplike voice.
I have stupid brainrot I know, this is nothing serious. Know I am going to crawl back into my hole until next winter because summer is too hot for me.
Also I know the Pokémon sizes are not accurate but I mean... it is pretty difficult to size them according to their official height.
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ladysbike · 1 year
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カワサキの新車購入を検討している人は要チェック! カワサキモータースジャパンは、“Kawasaki Team Green Program”の一環として、対象期間内にナンバー取得可能なカワサキの新車を購入した人に「体験走行優待券/KAZEサーキットミーティング招待券」をプレゼントしている。
https://www.l-bike.com/topics/40018/
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pinksobg · 5 months
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hello amazing people! it's your girl, Kelly, here 🙈 bringing a new reading, I hope you guys enjoy it
Some of your best accomplishments this year/period of your life 💌
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pile 1 > pile 2 > pile 3
I'm really sorry for any wrong English 💌
pile 1 - you developed straight in this moment.
little check in: feels like we are talking specifically at a recent, previous moment. maybe months. how do you feel? from the cards, maybe you are having a questiong moment or even a "this is real?" kind of stage. but let's see more of the good things? let's go.
Maybe you don't see it. But you are passing to a turn off the page. the wheel of fortune is spinning for your own good right now. That's right? "The past is on the past now". You have also the 3 of swords reversed, indicating that you have accomplished an overcoming of fear, even sadness. You desenvolved more faith.
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pile 2 - I'm feeling the number 4 for your pile, maybe it can resonate with some of you guys.
At this time you accomplished oh my! Ten of cups, ace of cups, knight of cups. You most probably have done a lot of improve on emotional health, mental health, loving space is very more clear, such as self love improvement. You may be working on yourself for so long and I'm really so proud of you, your energy seems so bright I can't even describe it. "Congratulations and congratulations again" seem to come from your support team, can be the universe, your guides, friends, family and I feel like even pets can see that you are a lot of better. better and healthier feelings inside out of you. ☺️🎉🎉
"self love songs for yourself"
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pile 3 - hello! "Majestic!" It feels here that you improved a lot in a lot of different areas. "Majestic, my friend!" can be a message from the universe, your guides, friends, family, a lovely person, a partner in job or even school/college teachers or even principals. 4 of pentacles. You looked out for the future and the materials matters. It can be from studies, work or even both. Writing a teses, making tests and exams well done, being very good at your work and house environment. You also we're more "fast forward?" outgoing and more adventurous. I'm so proud of you! Also you can have invested well in the relationship or/and friendships matters too! Yay. ☺️🎉🎉
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canmom · 7 months
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Animation Night 169: Sex. 2.
So. Storytime.
Two years ago, we had a joke. "We should totally show some hentai on Animation Night 69." we said. Having said that, we were honour-bound to totally commit to the bit. Teaming up with @mogsk, I wrote a massive post on sexuality in animation and the history of 'hentai', from the hentai seiyoku discussed in 20th-century sexology journals to the modern subcultural kaleidoscope.
It is, genuinely, one of my favourite posts I ever wrote in this project. It's definitely not perfect - the sections on BL and the lolicon boom are especially weak, but still! There's no way I'm beating that.
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Mogs, meanwhile assembled a perfectly pitched playlist of animation dealing with the theme of sexuality, from classic oldschool BL like Kaze to Ki no Uta to charming little comedies like Oruchuban Ebichu, and a scattering of actual h-anime like Weather Report Girl. For my part, I led with the genuinely classic film Kanashimi no Belladonna (Belladonna of Sadness).
So somehow - somehow! - we managed to make the idea of getting together with your online friends to watch a bunch of anime about sex just... plain fun and uplifting, to the point that @footsteps-on-the-dance-floor will tell me years later how much she enjoyed it. Not to mention, we got a pretty good cross-section of the different dimensions of sexuality in animation as well!
I didn't even get banned on Twitch.
This week, the counter has drawn the sex number. So can we do it again? Well, my friends, we're gonna try~ Tonight, @mogsk and canmom present: the long-awaited sequel to sex. Sex, 2.
This time we're narrowing our focus a bit. One of the distinctive elements of eromanga, by the analysis of Kimi Rito in The History of Hentai Manga, is how particular images get encoded as signs that can be reused by other mangaka, and these signs can become the seed for particular subgenres. So, our selection tonight is in part designed to give a brief cross-section of some of these visual tropes.
So let me introduce you to our program. CWs: sex, obviously; also a couple of these films (Cleopatra, Parade Parade) cw for rape. Here's the programme, read on for brief descriptions of each item and a lil cultural context~!
Cleopatra (1970) - oldschool Tezuka weirdness
Boku no Sexual Harassment (1994-5) - 90s salaryman BL
Interspecies Reviewers (2020) - monstergirl sex comedy, and an instance of the trend of recent cable TV h-anime
Agent Aika (1997-9) - panty shots to the most ludicrous degree
Comical Psychosomatic Medicine (2015) - ONA comedy framed as fetish education
Parade Parade (1996) - futanari + yuri
Golden Boy (1995-6) - 90s sakuga and a classic comedy
Queen's Blade (2009) - kyonyuu
Colorful (1999) - panty-centric comedy skits
after that: if you still have energy, I might take requests~
[n.b. a lot of these are TV series - we will only really be getting a 1-2 episode sample of each one, for runtime's sake.]
Cleopatra (クレオパトラ), 1970
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Last time we led with certified classic, genuinely moving and good as hell film Belladonna of Sadness. This was part of a last gambit by the struggling Mushi Productions, the studio of Osamu Tezuka, credited with inventing TV anime back in the day with Astro Boy. Long before there would be such a thing as an h-anime subculture, Tezuka experimented with creating erotic animated films based on history and mythology.
Belladonna is the best remembered of the three, and with good reason. Tezuka was largely not involved by this point. The others, though... are some plain fucking weird movies, I'll tell you that much. So tonight we'll be watching Cleopatra (1970). I may have shown you the trailer before - this is the Caesar trampoline movie. That is only the beginning.
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I recently finished reading Osamu Tezuka's manga Ayako, written in 1972-1973 - not long after this movie, actually, during Tezuka's gekiga phase. I'm sure it's common knowledge by now, but Tezuka was one horny old guy! Ayako has all manner of skulduggery: incest, murder, gangster stuff, more murder, etc., but the core story is about a girl who is imprisoned in an underground cell for 20-some years by the machinations of her family. As she grows up, she ends up in an incestuous relationship with her protective brother - and once she finally escapes, she is highly agoraphobic but also throws herself at nearly every man she meets.
It's very much a story of the sins of the past echoing down into the future, shot though with post-war history and gangster movies, but its central fixation is the figure of Ayako herself: the soft cloistered object of obsession and attraction. Whether they want to protect Ayako, seek absolution from her, fuck her, or exploit her.
But it's also in places a really wacky manga, with a lot of very comical contrivances or hyper-cartoonish panels with extreme squash and stretch. It's a completely different way of displaying action.
I think this gives me a sense of the sort of wavelength Tezuka was on when he draws a scene where Cleopatra is tied down by stakes and a bunch of guys line up to rape her while she shouts at them defiantly. It's all very theatrical, a huge contrast to the much more internally oriented Belladonna. Just a plain strange movie, but it's one I've been fascinated to watch for ages.
Whatever we make of Cleopatra, we'll jump into the program that Mogs drew up! Once again she's come through magnificently.
My Sexual Harassment (僕のセクシャルハラスメント), 1995-6
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Our next act is some old school yaoi! One day I'll get to do that big effortpost on the history of BL, but not this day. In any case, Boku no Sexual Harassment is an OVA from the mid 90s about a young man called Junya Mochizuki trying to fuck his way up the company ranks for the sake of himself and his partner Kazunori Honma. In particular, he has an affair with his boss, Mr. Honma, running across the whole OVA.
This is perhaps best known for an infamous scene involving corn. It's here as a window into this period of BL - not quite as high-mindedly aesthetic as its 80s predecessors, and with its erotic focus being on like... 90s salarymen, which is quite a specific thing!
Interspecies Reviewers (異種族レビュアーズ), 2020
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Next, a series which has the dubious distinction of proving too steamy for Crunchyroll. Interspecies Reviewers enters the general milieu of modern videogame-inflected fantasy anime, a comedy dancing along the line of whether it's too overtly porn to air on TV. The story tells of a group of fantasy characters who are the clients of monstergirl sex workers, hoping to encounter as many different species as possible. This is a frame device for a series of episodes focused around what it would be like to have sex with various kinds of monstergirl.
This is an example of a recent trend in TV anime, namely very overtly sexual cable TV anime such as High School DxD, which have in a way come to fill the gap left by OVAs. This is a niche that also includes the likes of Goblin Slayer and Redo of Healer. In contrast to those series' "big grimdark plot with a side of rape" approach, Reviewers is light-hearted fantasy sex comedy mixed with (if you live in China) a certain amount of actual porn, which fansubbers have kindly spliced back in to the censored release for us.
Agent Aika (AIKa), 1997-9
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The panty shot is one of the more popular visual tropes in eromanga, to the point that Even a Monkey Can Draw Manga dedicates a whole two page spread to the history of the trope. (Surprisingly, I can't find any more substantial account in Kimi Rito's History of Hentai Manga).
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You'll see it often enough in anime, overtly or subtly, and certainly in the early works of Katsuhiko Nishijima, who debuted in 1986 with Project A-ko, a classic Kanada-inflected OVA that still bears signs of its hentai roots. But there is nothing that takes the panty shot to the same extreme as Agent Aika (1997). The degree to which the camera in this action anime contrives to show panties at a machinegun rate... it crosses over into a level where it feels less like outright fetish material and more like experimental art.
This is a series that is only coherent through the erotic focus. And yet, it's not generally categorised as porn. Nobody actually fucks. Lines are very arbitrary...
Comical Psychosomatic Medicine (アニメで分かる心療内科), 2015
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This ONA adapts a gag manga series themed around the idea of an education series on fetishes, paraphilias, and so on - not so different in concept from Peepoodoo and the Super Fuck Friends, from the sound of it! The ONA is produced by Shin-Ei Animation, a venerable studio known for beloved characters like Doraemon; it's a bunch of five minute bite-sized chunks which I plan to sprinkle in between the other stuff we watch as a palate cleanser.
Parade Parade (パレードパレード), 1996
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Having warmed you up sufficiently, this is the point in the evening where we pull out the futa porn.
Parade Parade is an OVA by the studio Pink Pineapple, one of the giants of the 90s erotic OVA scene - I wrote about them a bit last time. It's a relatively "tasteful" example of the futanari (二形) trope, literally 'two forms', referring to basically a character with a mostly cis woman-typical body except for a penis (generally in addition to a vulva), which she will typically use in penetrative sex. This is typically represented as either the result of magic, an intersex condition, or just a fantasy world where it's not unusual.
Depending on your subcultural corner, this might be further distinguished from other niche variants of dickgirl (e.g. a futa must have both sets of genitals).
In anime and manga, the futa trope apparently traces back to the introduction of American trans porn magazines to Japan, inspiring mangaka such as Kitamimaki Kei to start drawing futanari characters. Futanari manga first spread through dōjinshi in the 80s, and became popular in eromanga in the 90s, before circling back to the West. So actually yeah I guess this one is on us trans girls! I always assumed it was like, an independent invention. The more you know...
Here we have succesful idol Kaori, who's secretly intersex - and only her girlfriend Yuko knows. She's very careful to let nobody know, for the sake of her career, but a rival lesbian idol is about to find out...
Golden Boy (1995-6)
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Now here is a true classic.
Golden Boy is a comedy series about a wanderer named Kintaro, who dropped out of uni to travel around Japan getting into sexual escapades. Each episode, he runs into someone and hopefully falls for them while coming across as an idiot pervert, but gradually reveals that he's actually a decent and resourceful guy - and yet, having found love, there will always be a reason he must move on. A setup to hang all sorts of plots, carried by some honestly unreasonably impressive animation from the realist school, most notably Mitsuo Iso. It's just... very very well done.
The above clip did the rounds on here a while ago (I think maybe the dubbed version), and we will indeed be watching episode 4 to put that in context.
Queen's Blade (2009)
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So this is a studio ARMS OVA - the guys who did stuff like Mezzo Forte with Yasuomi Umetsu - a fantasy story about a warrior tournament. But for our purposes it's standing in for the 巨乳 kyonyuu subgenre - meaning 'huge boobs'. So if you wanna do the meme in Japanese, that's the word you need.
This has a rather specific history in eromanga, recounted by Kimi Rito in The History of Hentai Manga. Per Rito, the popularity of the term dates back specifically to 1989, where it was used to promote porn star Kimiko Matsuzaka, as well as Western gravure porn magazines. Gradually displacing other terms like 'D-cup', the onomatopoeic ボイン boin and portmanteau デカパイdekapai, kyonyuu soon became cemented as the term for a type of character design. It grew in popularity in the space opened up by the bishōjo genre established by the lolicon boom.
So under the pen of mangaka like Kei Keitamimaki (him again!), designs with massively exaggerated boobs became very popular, defining a subgenre of their own. Artists would sometimes express anxiety over whether they would be 'allowed' to draw such extreme designs, but it became widespread in seinen magazines. Gradually, these genre boundaries dissolved and boob size started to become a symbol of characterisation.
Queen's Blade is a fairly longrunning series but as far as I understand, it's broadly a silly ecchi anime about women with very large boobs fighting to become queen. It's not the most comical example of this trope necessarily (nothing can really beat High School of the Dead's supersonic bullet dodging tits) but it's pretty up there.
Colorful, 1999
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Colorful is a comedy series of brief (~7 minute) skits about boys trying to see panties and suffering many consequences. As a late 90s anime it's got some interesting stylstic Y2K stuff - look at that rotoscope clip! - as well as strong animation from people like Norio Matsumoto of Naruto fame.
So!
Mogs's encylopedic knowledge of weird obscure horny anime once again coming to the rescue: I'm fascinated to see where this night will take us. And whether I'll still have a Twitch account tomorrow.
I realise this is a much later start than we'd like with such a big programme, but I hope you will come join me for some weirdly educational sexy animation! Dip in and out or stay for the whole programme, the choice is yours - see you at twitch.tv/canmom, going live now, programme starts in about 30 minutes at 22:30 UK time!
Animation Night 169 is gonna be a little postponed - we'll be going at 7pm UK time on Tuesday (29 August) at twitch.tv/canmom! Hope to see you there! I will try to write a little more interesting info as we lead up to that~
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magicshopaholic · 8 months
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Epic (Taehyung x OC)
Summary: You ponder the wisdom of giving your ex-boyfriend a second chance.
Pairing: Taehyung x OC
Genre: Smut, angst
Word count: 8.7 K
Rating: 18+
Warnings: language, making out, unprotected sex
A/N: Set two weeks after Trials and Temptation. Recommended to re-read Weekend Story before reading this.
Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)
Listen to: “shinunoga e-wa” by fujii kaze
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It’s a lot colder than it should be this time of the year.
Clutching the mug close to her chest and trying to inhale the steam from it, Dilara shivers slightly in the open air of her balcony. Suzuka was colder - or maybe it felt that way because of the rain. Drenched to the bone, her skin feeling like ice, she recalls the faces in the crowd, many of which she was sure she was seeing for the last time.
A cold gust of wind blows and she shivers again. London is much colder than it should be. Or maybe it just feels that way.
It hasn’t rained yet today, fortunately; if she’s lucky, the sun might show its sorry face for a few minutes tomorrow afternoon. Dilara rubs her eyes tiredly and takes a sip of the hot coffee, letting it coat her throat. The jetlag has been creating havoc with her system, but despite that, she hasn’t been able to sleep since she returned last night, for obvious reasons. 
For the first time in months, she feels relaxed. Not physically, not even mentally - but her heart feels lighter, steadier than it has in ages, a sign of having done what’s right for her. There’s a word for this feeling, but it escapes her for the moment.
Dilara closes her eyes in the face of the chilly breeze. If she closes them tight enough, she can almost feel his arms come around her shoulders.
Suzuka, Japan (Two days earlier)
The candles crackle and the tiny flames morph into sparks. The cake glows for a moment before she blows them out to a cheer from the whole team.
“Happy birthday, Dilara!” 
“Happy birthday, Komyshan! Special weekend for it!”
“Love you, Dilara!”
The wishes from the team and the crowd of fans behind them are chaotic but sweet; extremely aware of the cameras, Dilara makes sure to wave and thank each person. She can’t eat the cake and she knows the team will understand; she gingerly picks a small piece of candy and bites the corner, hoping it will suffice.
It won’t last long, she knows. Another year older means only that: a year older, and a year closer to retirement. By the time pre-Qualifying formalities begin, no one will remember or care that it’s her birthday; it will be just her car and her Qualifying position that will matter.
Dilara prefers it that way. Her friends aren’t here and neither are her parents, and while Daniel Ricciardo had been sweet enough to have a cake with an unflattering picture of her own face on it sent to her garage while he cackled for the cameras at the McLaren garage, she would rather focus on nothing but racing this weekend.
Racing and the other thing, she thinks wryly as the cameras move away. From across the garage, she spots another spot interview taking place: a Japanese journalist, three members of a boyband and a group of fans in a circle around them with their phones out.
As if on cue, Taehyung catches her eye from over the journalist’s head. She doesn’t look away; it’s the closest they’ve come to finding a moment alone all weekend. For once, it’s not been on purpose.
At a quarter past midnight, a knock on her door revealed Jimin, brandishing a pink cardboard box and singing Happy birthday at the top of his voice, sounding angelic as ever. From behind him, Jungkook and Hoseok also appeared and they all barged into her suite, with Taehyung bringing up the rear. He was singing, too, albeit less dramatically, and looking thoroughly amused at his friends more than anything. He’d met her gaze and shrugged, as though telling her to just enjoy it
“Cupcakes!” Jimin revealed with a flourish and a sparkling smile. “Just like last time in Suzuka.”
Dilara didn’t know immediately why her heart skipped a painful beat. Maybe it was how casually he’d referred to last time in Suzuka, the weekend everything had begun once and for all; two years ago, this city, this circuit, this hotel, and all the memories that accompanied it. She saw Taehyung from the corner of her eye as well, gaze falling and biting his lip.
They didn’t stay for long; Dilara hoped to get a moment alone with Taehyung - for what, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t hurt; it just felt as though the significance of Suzuka - Suzuka - was something only he understood. Unfortunately, Max, Charles and Daniel arrived at her suite then and the moment was gone. The members had hugged her one by one and left, Taehyung’s lingering for a moment longer.
Across the garage, dressed in a Louis Vuitton jacket and dark brown slacks, his hair long and elegantly falling on his forehead, he looks just as handsome as he had two years ago. 
It occurs to her with a jolt that this was exactly where they’d met for the first time. It had been a handful of members only then, too; she’d noticed the tall one with the cheekbones who had a gaze that pierced her. They hadn’t exchanged a single word, but it had been instantly electric.
The sky is overcast by the time Qualifying begins; thankfully, it doesn’t rain. It’s cold and windy but the adrenaline is in her veins, spurring her on in one of the most difficult tracks on the calendar. Two cars crash out and Max gets a penalty for an unsafe release from the pit lane, leaving Dilara to zoom ahead and cross the finish line with the best lap she’s ever driven. 
“How was that?” she asks into the radio immediately, braking slightly. The lights on her dashboard indicate that she’s stayed within track limits and the crash hasn’t resulted in a yellow flag, meaning her lap time wouldn’t have been deleted which would mean…
“That’s pole position, Dilara!”
“Yes! Yes!” Her own screams are mirrored by the team’s in the background, with Christian coming up on the radio.
“Congratulations, birthday girl,” he says in his trademark dry voice, but even she can detect the rare happiness in it. “Fabulous drive. Front row lock out.”
Even the fact that Max’s penalty still only brought him down to P2 doesn’t bother her; P1 in Suzuka, both Red Bulls at the front of the grid for the race tomorrow is better than she could’ve hoped. She parks and climbs out of the car, taking off her helmet and feeling the cool wind hit her instantly. The interviews have begun; P3 first, then P2 and then pole.
While she waits, hugging her team members as she passes, she does a double take when she spots her ex at the far end of the garage. Taehyung is beaming at her; this smile is one she hasn’t seen in a long time and she can’t help but return it. He can’t approach her with these many cameras around but it only makes her more determined to seek him out later today.
The official end to the Red Bull and BTS partnership is celebrated by a typical dinner at the hotel, a small, casual affair that Dilara knows will end early - or that she and Max, at least, can leave early. There are a few pictures, some multi-lingual toasts, but primarily an excuse for both parties to squeeze out one last night of PR.
“Why do you look so worried?” Jungkook sidles up to her without warning, two glasses of whiskey in his hand. “Do you need a drink?”
Dilara jumps slightly, standing up straighter from where she’s leaning against the French doors. “I’m not worried,” she says automatically.
“Your face looks worried.”
“That’s just my face. And I can’t drink; I have to race tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Jungkook stares at both glasses. “I’ll have to finish these myself, I guess.”
She frowns. “Since when do you drink whiskey?”
“I - Namjoon hyung said this is a good brand,” he answers earnestly. “He really likes it so I thought I’d - I’d try one. And if I hate it, I don't want to be the only one hating it,” he adds after a moment, pursing his lips self-consciously.
Dilara looks over at Namjoon a little way away standing with a couple of suits, Yoongi and Taehyung. Confirming Jungkook’s insight, he’s holding a glass of whiskey, looking appropriately enthusiastic with the stakeholders he’s talking to. 
Once again, as if on cue, Taehyung catches her eye and flashes her a small, private smile from across the garden. With one hand in the pocket of his slacks and the other holding an identical glass of whiskey, he looks taller and more adult than she can remember him in a long time.
She doesn’t realise she’s smiling back until Jungkook nudges her.
“Hey, Dilara, are you listening?” He clicks his tongue. “What do I do with the second whiskey?”
“Oh. Um -” She shakes her head, having lost track of what they were talking about. “Right. The whiskey. Maybe Jimin will like it,” she suggests, as the aforementioned member saunters up to them, blond hair glowing in the dim lighting outside.
“Jimin?” Jungkook wrinkles his nose and turns to him. “What about Jimin says he might like whiskey?”
“Okay, wow.” Jimin snatches one of the glasses and sniffs at it, automatically gagging. “I mean, it’s… strong. But I like whiskey,” he insists.
“No, you don’t…”
Dilara recognises this as her cue to exit this conversation and subtly begins walking up to where Taehyung’s conversation has just ended. She takes a few steps and immediately turns around, her heart hammering against her ribcage. 
“You know what,” she interrupts their bickering and takes the glass from Jimin. “Maybe I will take this.”
She takes a small sip and winces, but turns back around, hoping some liquid courage will do the trick. Most unfortunately, she’s accosted by a member of BTS’s team who tells her what a pleasure it was working with her.
“Oh! Of course, I - thank you, so much,” she stutters, taken a bit off guard.
“And congratulations on your race today,” she gushes.
“Qualifying, but - thank you so -”
“And happy birthday!”
Dilara continues to nod vigorously and pour out thank you after thank you, noticing from over her shoulder how Taehyung continues to maintain eye contact, looking amused. It’s unfair how handsome he looks; the long black hair, the simple black and white outfit - he looks like a dream, and Dilara finds herself wondering more and more if she shouldn’t just… leave things the way they are. A tentative, more or less amicable ending to this weekend might just be preferable to whatever is sure to ensue if they actually end up talking to each other.
But it’s Suzuka and the part of her that treasures the memories of that weekend more than anything won’t settle for such a half-hearted ending.
It seems impossible to navigate a moment alone with him, though, so Dilara eventually gives up, thinking it’ll happen when it has to. Towards the end of the night, when she’s sitting on one of the steps of the garden and looking out near the clearing where they had spent this exact night two years ago, Taehyung joins her.
“Hey,” he says, taking a seat next to her. It’s close enough that his cologne - Christian Dior Sauvage, she remembers with a jolt in her heart - wafts over, feeling like an invisible arm he’s put around her. “Happy birthday.”
Dilara clinks her glass with his empty one. “Thanks.”
“I didn’t know if I should get you anything.”
“That’s okay,” she says, realising only now that she’s glad he didn’t. “I’m not a huge fan of birthdays anyway.”
“Also, I’m not sure what I could get you that’s better than pole position.” Taehyung leans back on his hands, his jacket falling open just slightly, and nods appreciatively. “Congratulations. You were amazing.”
She feels her cheeks heat up as she smiles back. “Thanks. As you can see, I’ve been celebrating with the same glass of whiskey for, like, an hour and a half now.” She holds it up, the golden liquid swirling around at the bottom of the glass. 
“Well, that’s perfect,” he says seriously, “because the bar just closed.”
“Help yourself.”
He grins and takes the glass from her, finishing the drink in one smooth swig and placing it on his other side. “How have you been?”
Insane with worry at what’s going to happen. Dilara shrugs. “Okay. Suzuka is always stressful. Hey, tell me something,” she says quickly, looking deliberately at the ground. “Why are those guys staring at us like we’re about to explode?”
Taehyung glances over before turning back. “Want me to get rid of them?”
She bites her lip. “Irrespective of what our issues are,” she says softly, teasingly, “I’m not sure you can take Jungkook.”
He frowns, a little affronted. “I know other ways to get rid of Jungkook.”
She chuckles, watching Jungkook’s eyes widen when he realises he’s been caught staring. “That’s okay.” Getting rid of them won’t quite give her what she wants, not in Suzuka.
“Do you want to go for a drive?”
They slip out without any fuss; the dinner is winding up in any case and Max has already left. Without any need for discussion, they head exactly where they had the last time to rent a hotel car for a few hours.
Taehyung flashes the hotel employee a heart-stopping grin and effortlessly catches the key when he tosses it to him. He says something in Japanese and is about to open the driver’s door when Dilara slides in front of him and swipes the key out of his hand.
“You’ve been drinking,” she reminds him, brushing against him as she turns around and ducks into the car, waiting for him to climb in from the other side.
“I almost forgot,” he admits in a low voice, strapping himself in. “Uh-oh,” he mutters, looking at something and raising his eyebrows, “we’ve been spotted.”
Dilara leans over to look in the same direction to see Jimin whispering something to Hoseok before both of them burst into laughter.
“Damn it,” she mutters. “Our position has been compromised.”
“We need to get out of here.” Taehyung fixes her with a look and nods once. His features are angular as ever, his long hair obscuring his forehead. “Before they catch up to us.”
“Roger that.” Dilara moves the gear shift sharply and reverses out of the parking lot. “Keep a lookout, will you?”
He turns around as she drives out, head low and eyes narrowed. “They’re on our tail. Can you pick up the speed?”
“Can I ever,” she mutters, accelerating and smoothly speeding down the exit route and reaching the gate of the hotel. “Okay,” she says, as the guards move to slowly open the gates, “this isn’t helping.”
“Of course.” Taehyung nods. “They’re working for them.”
“Stalling us. It’s genius.”
“The gates are open. Go!” he exclaims suddenly. “We have to lose them!”
Dilara bites her lip, trying not to break character, and swerves out of the hotel, driving faster than she normally would. But Suzuka is a small city and the streets are empty so late at night; fuelled by Taehyung’s constant low chatter, partly in English and Korean, she races out of the block until they hit the highway.
“This car is lower on fuel than I thought,” she notes after a while. “We should stop soon. It’s late and I don’t think we want to stop at a petrol station…?”
“No, we don’t. I don’t think it’s the kind of PR our teams are looking for.”
Dilara chuckles and pulls over, a little way away from a small row of pubs, a couple of food stalls and what is ultimately a petrol station.
“Just for an emergency,” she says when he gives her a questioning look as they get out of the car. “I don’t think we can get Namjoon to rescue us this time.”
Taehyung laughs. “Probably not.” He runs his hands through his hair and tilts his face towards the breeze. “I think it’s going to rain. Smells like rain.”
“With my luck, it’ll probably rain right during the race,” she grumbles before shaking her head. “Nope. No psyching yourself out, Dilara.”
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment on it. “Are you hungry? They’re selling Yakisoba over there,” he says, pointing to the food stalls.
“Um…” Dilara’s stomach rumbles a little. “I can’t,” she answers in disappointment. “Race day tomorrow. But if you get some, I’ll have a bite,” she offers with a radiant smile, giggling when he gently flicks her forehead and goes over to the stall.
He returns in a few minutes with a bowl of noodles and a tiny box of desserts, already inhaling the former and frowning deeply.
“Too spicy,” he gasps, immediately dropping the bowl in her hands and fanning his mouth. He doubles over and wheezes dramatically until Dilara nudges him.
“Seriously? So dramatic, Tae. Here, have one of these.” She pulls him to the side and sits on the sidewalk, tugging him down beside her. Placing the noodles on the ground, she opens the other box. “It should help.”
Taehyung takes a bite from her hand and chews it slowly, eyes fluttering shut as though he’s just consumed a drug. “Almost died,” he coughs, reaching for the noodles again. “Sure you don’t want a bite?”
“Are you sure you do?”
“I didn’t eat a lot at the hotel.”
“Fine, just -” She offers him the rest of the cake-type chocolate-filled thing so he can take another bite. “Eat them together.”
“Apart from the death spice, it’s pretty good,” he says through a mouthful of noodles.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“One bite? Just a mushroom?”
“Oh, go on, then…”
He picks up a dainty little mushroom with his chopsticks and feeds it to her, simultaneously taking the last bite of the dessert. They share the meal like this until they’ve polished everything off, except for the last few pieces of the sweets. They aren’t very sugary and Dilara finds she doesn’t mind them very much.
“So,” she begins after a while, dusting off her hands, “what do you guys have for after this weekend? Once the PR thing is over?”
Taehyung’s eyes flicker for a moment. “Nothing much. We have a week off, thankfully.”
“Any plans?”
“Nope.” He pops a whole sweet into his mouth. “You?”
“Me, too.” She stretches and leans back on her hands. “A whole weekend off before Brazil. God, I can’t wait to do absolutely nothing all day.” She sighs happily when she remembers something. “Except Lexie is going to be back this week. She’s going to kill me at the gym,” she groans, falling back on the sidewalk with her hands on her face.
“And I’m the dramatic one? I thought you were looking forward to having her back,” he remarks, casually pulling her arm to help her back up.
“Of course I am,” she says, rolling her eyes. “She was supposed to be back this week but she has some stuff with her mom to sort out and…” She sighs hugely. “I don’t want to get in the way of that.”
“Makes sense,” he says, nodding and examining another sweet. “It can’t be easy to go through all that with the hospital and the insurance company. Plus with her dad back, it must be even harder to figure it out with divorced parents and all.” He looks up at her incredulous expression. “What?”
“How do you know any of those things?”
Taehyung is silent for a moment before shrugging. “You talk to my friends,” is all he says.
None of this makes any sense to Dilara. “You’re talking to Lexie?”
“Oh, no. No, no.” He shakes his head and chuckles disbelievingly. “Lexie hates me. I think.” He shrugs uncomfortably. “I’m a little terrified to ever talk to her again. No, I was talking to Chris.”
“Chris?” The last memory of Taehyung and Chris floats through her mind, of both of them at each other’s throats, ready to whip out their dicks. “What - how? Wait, why? Don’t you two hate each other?”
He gives her an unimpressed look. “No. Not everything’s about you, Lara.” He grins when she slaps his shoulder. “We have other things in common. For example, he’s also very confused about what to do for his girl’s birthday.”
She ignores the belated beat her heart skips. “Really? Lexie’s birthday isn’t for another month - you’re telling me Chris is already thinking about it? You’re telling me Chris actually remembers her birthday?” Dilara scoffs. “He wished me an hour ago, and only because he saw Red Bull’s post on Instagram.”
“Yeah, but he has feelings for Lexie,” he says nonchalantly. “He won’t admit it but it’s, like… quite obvious. I told him to give her space and let her come to him.”
“You and space,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe you and Chris are talking about guy stuff. And I can’t believe you’re giving him advice,” she adds, jabbing him in the shoulder.
“He’s the one taking it.”
“Fair enough.” 
Dilara observes him for a moment, admiring how effortlessly his hair falls. Her own is a mass of thick, random waves; the weather in Suzuka this time of year makes it pointless for her to style her hair. Without thinking, she brushes his bangs out of his eyes. “Will you come to the race tomorrow?”
“If you want.”
“Okay, stop that.” 
“Stop what?”
“That,” she repeats. “Tell me what you want to do. Stop telling me what you think I want to hear.” She looks at her shoes, noting how his gaze is still trained on her. “Not here. Not tonight,” she murmurs, swallowing. “Tonight, just… just be you.”
Taehyung is silent for a moment and Dilara wonders if she’s ruined the mood, the rare, relaxed mood between them. She’s put it out there as explicitly as she could without saying it in exactly those words, how the clock is winding down and their future is hazy at best.
“I want to come,” he says, nodding. “I’ll be there.”
She nods back and he gives her a small smile. It feels marginally colder now; Dilara eyes Taehyung’s designer jacket, wishing she’d had the foresight to wear two layers. But then again, none of this was planned.
“Will you be okay?” she asks in a small voice, but she looks up at him. She needs to look at him for this. “If we don’t…”
It’s clear from how Taehyung stiffens that he needs no further elaboration. He swallows and exhales, a little shakily. 
“Uh… probably not. For a while. But I’ll get there,” he adds, making an attempt at a reassuring smile that seems more sad than anything. “I know it’s probably… I mean, I know I -” He breaks off and bites his lip, looking away. “It won’t be… a total surprise,” he finishes.
So he’s made his peace with it. Dilara waits for the anger she’d felt two weeks ago in Singapore, the absolute devastation and fear at the thought of Taehyung not finding this worth fighting for anymore. It doesn’t come, though; it’s only a hard, bittersweet relief that maybe, just maybe they’ll both be okay eventually.
She tries to picture what that would be like. No talking, no texting. Seeing only glimpses of him on YouTube and Instagram in his public persona because anything more would be too painful. Thinking about each other less frequently, swiping through their photos on the occasional trip down memory lane. 
She feels her jaw clench and her vision blur slightly. Never feeling each other again. One day, dating someone else. Falling in love, getting married. Seeing only another face for the rest of their lives.
It feels like a fever dream, like an intrusive thought that’s too absurd to be real. Is this why she’d suggested a drive away from the hotel? Was it for a few moments alone or was it to help her make the decision she’s been struggling with for weeks now?
“Let’s go get some lemonade.”
Taehyung’s voice brings her out of her depressing train of thought. Her heart still feels heavy; lemonade is quite literally the last thing she wants right now.
“Tae,” she starts to say, shaking her head, but he waves her off.
“Come,” he says, sounding a lot better than she feels. “Before it closes.” He makes a motion with his hand and abruptly stops, as though deciding against it. The next moment, however, he grabs her hand and pulls her up, interlinking his fingers with hers and starting to walk.
“Wow, really?”
“You wanted me to be me, right?”
To that, Dilara has nothing to say. After a moment’s hesitation, she squeezes his hand back.
It’s not lemonade. It’s light and sweet, but not overly so. Taehyung seems to like it more than she does, but Dilara drinks hers anyway. She’s still not sure what it is; the menu was written in all Japanese so her only option was to pick the most visually appealing one.
As she sips her pale pink drink, she leans backwards against the hood of the car and watches Taehyung take a picture of the sky, his dark coloured drink in the other hand.
“You can’t see anything in such a dark sky,” she informs him. 
“This is the best time to try and see something in the sky,” he argues, still looking up. “There are no lights anywhere else and we’re far away from any buildings.”
“I meant because of the pollution,” she reasons, but then gives up. It’s true that the place is dark now; all the food stalls and restaurants have closed and even the pubs at the end of the road are dimmer than they were sometime ago. The breeze is stronger and has the distinct scent of impending rain.
A ball of stress is starting to rise in the pit of her stomach. It makes her nauseous and she places her glass on the ground, trying to push the feeling down and focus on tonight.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” The answer is automatic; she doesn’t even look up.
The next time Taehyung speaks, it’s from much closer. “You look worried.” He touches her arm. “Is it the race?”
Among other things. “It’s going to rain,” she mutters. “Suzuka in the rain is…” Dilara sighs and presses the balls of her palms to her forehead. “… risky. And I can’t really afford any more bad races this year.”
“You’ve been in the top three in most of your races, haven’t you?” His confusion is evident in his words.
“Yes, but…” She closes her eyes, not sure how to explain that her worry transcends isolated races. “I’m a year older now. That means I’m one year closer to becoming a liability, in case I get married or start wanting to have babies or something.”
“Babies? You’re twenty-four.” 
“I got my first question on my plans to start a family when I was twenty-one, when I was still in F2.” She shakes her head. “Whether I intend to or not, I’m giving teams one more reason not to sign me. No one wants a driver that can suddenly go on maternity leave and leave them in the lurch.”
Taehyung scoffs, but it doesn’t sound directed at her. “You’re not serious.” 
“Ridiculous but true.” She sighs heavily and shakes her hair out of her face. “God, I hate birthdays,” she repeats.
He’s silent for a few seconds. Dilara can tell he’s still processing this, for she’s sure it’s not something he or any of the men she interacts with would have considered.
“Okay,” he says finally, taking a step closer to her and nudging her gently to look at him, which she grudgingly does. “Birthdays suck. Fortunately, you only have about two minutes left of your birthday,” he points out, showing her his phone screen.
“Wait, it’s almost midnight?” Dilara’s eyes widen. “We’ve been out here that long?”
“Wasn’t that bad, right?” he asks seriously. “Anyway, I know you can’t change being a year old but at least it won’t be your birthday tomorrow,” he reasons.
“Small victories. Only lasts twenty-four hours.”
“Yeah. And it’s almost over - so make the last minute a good one.” He tucks the phone back into his pocket. “Something that makes you happy.”
Taehyung’s face is smooth and impassive as ever, but Dilara knows him well enough to read between the lines. Her face relaxes and she gives him a knowing look, narrowing her eyes playfully. He shrugs innocently when she tugs him closer by the jacket and reaches up to kiss him. 
It’s only when she actually does it that she realises how much she’d been looking forward to this all day. One moment of pure honesty, their guards down and swept away. 
Taehyung responds immediately, arms going around her and pulling her closer. His long hair tickles her forehead, his mouth so soft and warm against hers. Dilara runs her fingers through his hair; it’s just as thick and soft as she’d been imagining for weeks now and she leans further into him, already afraid of the moment they’ll have to separate.
It comes soon enough, though; both of them pull away to catch their breath but don’t move. Taehyung presses his forehead to hers, their lips barely an inch apart. Christian Dior Sauvage, she thinks desperately, inhaling it, her fingers curling tightly around the lapels of his jacket.
“In case I don’t get a chance to say it,” he murmurs, voice trembling slightly, “Lara, I -“
“I know,” she interrupts, nodding. “Me, too.”
He swallows. “Damn it,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “We could’ve been epic.”
Her heart breaks at that but no words come to mind. She presses a kiss to his cheekbone, holding his face to hers until she can’t anymore and shifts slightly to hug him. He may need it more than her right now; his vulnerability is too hard to watch and this way, he gets to at least hide his face, exhaling shakily into her neck.
The first raindrop falls on the hood of the car with a sound, making it their cue to separate. Taehyung steps back, his hands falling from her waist with a seemingly huge effort. The next few drops fall in quick succession.
“Let’s go inside,” he says hoarsely, before clearing his throat. 
“Tae, I don’t -“
“You can’t fall sick before tomorrow.” He gently steers her towards the drivers’ side and waits until she opens the door before walking over to the other side.
The interior of the car is warmer; Dilara is immediately glad he suggested coming inside. She turns on the light, dim and barely illuminating anything. Looking over at Taehyung, she immediately takes it back: his skin looks like honey, the tiny light and the rain outside throwing shadows across his handsome face.
“Maybe I’ll see you on tour next year,” she suggests after a moment, in a small voice. “If we’re in the same city.”
He nods absently, his gaze fixed on the glove compartment. “Maybe.”
She tries again. “And, uh… don’t forget to send me a selfie with the Grammy.”
He chuckles hollowly. “I don’t think we’ll win.”
“Doesn’t have to be your Grammy.”
Taehyung finally looks at her. “Will you drive carefully? Because I can’t - I don’t want to go online one day and see that you -“ 
He’s struggling with his words again, the language eluding him. His emotions are getting the better of him and Dilara reaches over and slips her hand into his.
“I’ll be careful.”
“I’ll send you that selfie.”
The thunder rumbles outside and a flash of lightning marks the end of the conversation, both of them reaching towards each other again. This time the kiss is stronger, more fervent, their entire bodies playing a role in it.
Dilara breaks away and kicks off her shoes before climbing over the gear shift, while Taehyung hitches the control under his seat so it slides backwards. She straddles him and they pick up where they left off.
There are no words exchanged; Taehyung’s mouth, his taste is the only thing that matters, the feel of his hands moving down her body with authority, squeezing her arse and pulling her closer to him so she can feel his bulge through the layers. She sighs into his mouth, pushing off the jacket and tugging at the bottom of his shirt, desperate to feel him.
Her full-sleeved top is off, too, her long hair falling in a mass down her shoulders. She can feel his arms around her, her breasts pressed against his chest, his warm skin feeling like fire on hers. Her curls crunch in his hands and she pulls away to catch her breath, gasping for air while his lips trail down her neck. She rolls her hips into his while he sucks a mark just above the cup of her bra, squeezing her other breast before pulling away to examine his work.
Dilara watches for a moment as he stares at it, his face unreadable. She climbs off his lap then, distracting him, and begins peeling off her jeans and underwear in the cramped space. Taehyung wastes no time in following suit, his lower lip between his teeth as he unbuttons his slacks and tugs them down, his erection stiff against his briefs. He hooks his thumbs onto the elastic when he pauses and looks up at her.
She freezes, her hands on his shoulders for support. They lock eyes for a moment, the same question reflected in both their eyes. Then Dilara shrugs jerkily and kisses him in answer, and Taehyung tugs his briefs down, too. The anticipation of the familiar stretch makes her want to rub her legs together. He holds her gaze as he strokes himself once before easing her back onto his lap.
The rain lashes down as she sinks onto him, clutching his shoulders as she feels him inside her, raw and naked and only him.
“Fuck,” she whispers, lowering herself even more until she can’t anymore, clinging onto him while he holds her steady. “Oh, fuck…”
Dilara begins moving slowly, every movement feeling different. At one point she remembers all of a sudden that the light is on; she immediately whips around to look out the windshield, seeing nothing but black rain. She feels something come around her then; Taehyung wraps his jacket around her and turns her attention back onto him.
They fuck in the hotel car, no one around for miles. Taehyung’s hand is firm on her thigh, his hips bucking into hers and making her feel it in her abdomen, in her chest. Dilara can’t help but start to become louder when the familiar heat starts forming in her core, when he tightens his grip on her hair.
“Look at me,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and blazing. His collarbones gleam in the dim light and strands of hair stick to the side of his neck. 
She’s powerless to look away. Her hips move faster and she feels herself slipping away, everything from the soles of her feet to the insides of her thighs feeling like they’re about to explode. Taehyung’s hand slips down to her arse and he grips it, helping her along, their gazes locked the entire time. 
Dilara just about registers his imperceptible, victorious nod before she goes over the edge and squeezes her eyes shut, her orgasm crashing over her in waves that feel like they could knock her out. Her hips feel as though they can’t stop, however, and she keeps going. It’s tiring, though, even when Taehyung takes over, helping her through the movements.
She kisses him, but it’s messy; his lips move from her jaw to her neck and he groans, gripping her hips. With all the strength she has, Dilara rolls her hips into his again, fucking him into the seat until he cums inside her, head back against the headrest, eyes closed and veins visible in his neck. 
She collapses on top of him, wishing they could fall asleep here, exactly like this. Going back to the real world feels impossible - facing it, with its real choices and real consequences, feels like the last thing she wants to do. She thinks about what he’d almost said and how she’d cut him off and she curls deeper into him, trying to savour the feeling of his arms around her.
The universe ensures the real world catches up to them, however, be it the tissue box in the car or how his phone buzzes with a message and lights up. The text is in Hangul but the time is big and clear. It’s a bit of a struggle to put their clothes back on but they manage it, leaving nothing but silence in the car.
Dilara’s legs feel weak but she drives back through the rain anyway, even when Taehyung quietly offers to drive. They return the car in silence and walk back to the lobby in the drizzle, taking the elevator all the way to the top floor. No words are exchanged, possibly because there’s nothing left to say. Their fingers brush against each other’s, a hair’s breadth away from being held, until their suites arrive and they separate in different directions.
Two years ago, Dilara had seen Kim Taehyung’s face in the crowd at Suzuka as he clapped for her on the podium, beaming with both pride and sadness. She’d been overwhelmed with many emotions at the time, one of them being the knowledge that this person she’d met and loved over a weekend would be lost to her, possibly forever. The expectations were such and all that was left to do was cherish the handful of memories they had together.
For Taehyung, Dilara had been the one that got away.
Suzuka is exactly the same; the vibe is the same, the sound is the same, the circuit is the same. It seems impossible that anything should change so drastically when everything else is the same. The feelings are also the same, at a glance: sadness and finality, and a desire to try and stop it from taking over.
Even being on the podium feels the same - except this time it’s the feeling of winning. It’s elation like she hasn’t known it in a long while; the roaring of the crowd, her national anthem playing, her heart bursting with the pleasant knowledge that it hasn’t hit yet fully but it will. Soaked in the rain, her long hair sticking to her face and neck, Dilara lifts the trophy that’s half her size and wipes her eyes to look at the crowd cheering for her.
Taehyung’s face in the crowd is the same as well, happy and sad all at once. He’s the only member along with Hoseok and Jungkook who’s come out into the rain; the others are presumably still in the garage. She doesn’t blame them, not until she spots them a little way behind, huddled under two umbrellas with the hoods of their raincoats low over their heads, and her heart hurts with gratitude.
Two years ago, that had been the last of Taehyung Dilara had seen for almost a year. The future is more clear this time, but deep in her heart, in the pit of her stomach that feels like it could explode if she succumbed to her feelings right now, she knows that despite looking the same, everything has changed.
She doesn’t see any of them after the celebration and neither does she expect to. Part of it is scheduling, but it would be obtuse to not assume that the rest of the members would know what’s happening, what the implication is of the Red Bull and BTS partnership coming to an end. Most of the spectators have left, too, not able to brave the rain anymore, and Dilara is ushered into her changing room to shower before being taken back to her hotel.
When she’s waiting for her car, speaking to her tearfully happy mother on the phone, she sees a familiar figure near the other end of the parking lot. Blond hair peeking out from under his hood, Park Jimin raises his hand in a hesitant wave. It takes Dilara a moment to do the same, momentary love and affection overshadowing all the conflicting feelings she’d harboured towards him all year. The moment he sees her hand, he lowers his and jogs away, ducking into a black car a little way away.
There’s no telling if her flight will take off. The rain has stopped but the runway could be flooded. It’s Japan in October; the Tokyo airport has sounded an alert but the pilot sounds hopeful, so all Dilara can do right now is wait and pray that in twelve or so hours, she’s back in London and asleep in her own bed.
She looks out of the window pensively. The air hostess has brought her a glass of rosé that she sips without tasting anything, the tiny paper package in her pocket feeling like it weighs a ton. She knows exactly what it is; she knew the moment the concierge handed it to her while she was checking out of the hotel and she’d felt the hard, circular shape under her thumb.
Taehyung has always had a flair for the dramatic, so it doesn’t surprise her that he would’ve squeezed in one last gesture before she left. Dilara had taken it out during the security check and stuffed it right back in her pocket, determined not to look at it till she was alone and calm. There’s no other way; even Lexie is no help.
Earlier today, before the race, she’d been helping Dilara stretch over video call.
“Longer… and hold it there.” 
Dilara lengthened her back and held her leg down straight, feeling the tendons stretch. 
“How are you feeling?” Lexie asked casually, as though Dilara wasn’t contorted uncomfortably on the floor. “Appropriately pumped up?”
“I know what’s on your mind, Lex.”
“What’s on my mind?”
Dilara gave her a look and slowly climbed out of the stretch, moving to the other leg. “You know.”
“Apart from your race? Not much.”
“Oh, just say it.”
Lexie sighed uncomfortably. “Okay, fine. It was on my mind but I don’t want you distracted. And I also don’t want to influence your decision in any way,” she added after a moment.
Dilara stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “I’m distracted right now wondering what you’re thinking. And if it helps… I think I’ve made my decision,” she confessed, looking at the floor. “So you may as well say it.”
Lexie observed her, squinting slightly on the tablet screen. “Fine,” she said, sounding rather like she didn’t want to bring this up at all. “I think… he really hurt you,” she began. “And… I think you’re sad when you’re not with him.”
Dilara waited for more but when Lexie wouldn’t elaborate, she raised her eyebrows. “Wait, that’s it? You’re really worried about influencing my decision that much?”
“I’m really worried your head’s not in the game, Komyshan,” she snapped, back in trainer mode. Dilara rolled her eyes and picked up her resistance band, ready for the next exercise when Lexie made her last contribution to the discussion. “And I’ll support whatever you decide. Now let’s do ten lateral band stretches, open up your back, come on…”
Dilara hears a sound signalling the economy class passengers boarding and exhales, for this must surely mean that the flight will take off. Soon she will be in the air with a sleep mask over her eyes, waking up only when she’s back on home ground in London. A cab will take her back to her building, the elevator to her penthouse, where she will crawl under the covers and sleep for a few hundred hours until her heart doesn’t hurt so much anymore.
The packet burns in her pocket. Taking a large sip of the wine, Dilara fishes it out and turns it upside down so the white gold ring she’d worn around her neck for a year and a half falls anticlimactically into her palm. She stares at it, dimly recalling her very different reaction to when he’d given it to her two years ago. 
She’d left Suzuka then under the assumption they’d never see each other again, that they were over for good. The ring, for all intents and purposes, had been the one thing pulling her back, Taehyung’s last attempt at convincing her that they weren’t finished. 
It doesn’t feel like the same this time, though. This time, he’s leaving the ball in her court.
We could’ve been epic.
Epic. Like standing on a podium in P1 kind of epic. Being on stage in front of hundreds of thousands kind of epic. Transcending distance and language and culture kind of epic - and she holds that possibility in the palm of her hand.
The shrill sound pings again; the plane has finished boarding. It’s no longer raining outside, and the pilot has begun introducing herself over the intercom. The air hostess comes over to ask if she’d like another refill and Dilara is about to say no, but at the last moment nods and asks for a vodka martini, knowing she can’t do this sober.
She can’t pull a Rachel. She won’t, not least because Red Bull won’t reimburse the cost of this business class seat if she hurries out of the airport now. No, she’s far too comfortable in her blanket, her hair is almost dry and it’s too cold outside. 
She waits for the first sip of the martini to go down her throat while she holds her breath before picking up her phone. It rings once before he picks up.
“Uh… yeoboseyo?” 
He sounds extremely unsure, as though expecting it to be someone else. When Dilara doesn’t answer, still coming to terms with what she’s doing, he speaks again.
“Um, Lara? Is - is everything okay?”
“If you,” she begins, her voice low and shaking, “ever lie to me again, it will be the last time you ever see me. Do you understand?”
“Um -”
“Damn it, Kim,” she snaps, hearing the strain under the words. Why does he have to be so difficult? “Do you understand?!”
“I - yes. Of course. I understand.”
“Okay.” Dilara nods jerkily, noticing the lights go on for all electronics to be switched off. “And if you ever cheat on me again, I swear I will cut off your ball sack.”
The answer is quicker this time. “I understand.”
She nods, exhaling shakily and leaning back in the seat. Her fist closes with the ring in her hand, the metal cutting into her palm.
“Lara.” Taehyung sounds as doubtful as she feels. “Are you… baby, are you sure?”
“I don’t know. I think so,” she says thickly. “But I’m also drinking vodka so who knows, really?”
Taehyung exhales and it sounds just like he did last night before she’d interrupted him. “I… Lara, I -” He breaks off, sniffling.
“You said you have a week off, right?” 
“Yeah. Eight days.”
Dilara looks up to see the air hostess approaching, smiling apologetically and motioning for her to hang up. She nods and holds up a finger.
“Right,” she says softly. She opens her palm and looks at the ring again. “Will I see you in London?”
He laughs disbelievingly, sniffling again. “I’m booking my ticket right now.”
If she closes her eyes tight enough, she can almost feel his arms come around her. Dilara squeezes her eyes shut even tighter, relaxing only when she feels his lips press against her shoulder.
“Good morning,” he murmurs sleepily.
She leans back into his chest, trying to control the squirm in her stomach. There’s definitely a word for this feeling and it feels just out of her grasp, but it’s strange and exciting all at once. 
“It’s three pm,” she tells him, getting only a grunt in response. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.” His voice is muffled, reverberating through her collarbones. “But your fridge doesn’t have anything. Just a box of bananas and a huge bowl of chia seeds,” he laments.
“I can’t leave perishable items in the fridge when I go abroad,” she reasons. “We should buy supplies, though. Want to go shopping? There’s a Foodhall just a few streets away from here.”
“Won’t we be recognised?” Taehyung asks, finally raising his head. “You will, at least.”
“No, none of the Brits in this area really care if they spot me around. They’ve seen me enough times. But you…” Dilara turns her head to look up at him, brushing his bangs down his forehead so they practically cover their eyes. “Should be okay, I think. It’s winter, almost. A decent scarf should do the trick, if you’re worried.”
“No, a scarf may not go with the hat I brought,” he says seriously, pursing his lips. “I’ll think about it. Maybe a… what’s it called? The thing with the high collar…?”
“A turtleneck?”
“Yes. It could be the answer to this problem.”
“Here I need to remind you that it’s just a supermarket. I’ll be going in joggers.”
“Interesting. Will we be sampling any cheeses?”
“We can,” she allows, rolling her eyes. “But it’ll be mostly instant foods that either of us can actually cook.”
“I can cook other stuff. Or I can’t, but we can get Seokjin hyung or Yoongi hyung on video call to walk us through it,” he suggests.
Dilara is about to decline but then shrugs. “Why not? Actually,” she remembers suddenly, “we need to stock up on healthy raw material, too. Lexie will go into shock if she sees nothing but packaged stuff in the kitchen.”
“Oh.” Taehyung stiffens behind her. “Right. Lexie. Of course.”
A confession from a million years ago in Suzuka tugs at her mind. She turns slightly to look up at him again. “Yeah. In a few days. Her room is exactly the way she left it. You’re okay with that, right?” she asks, mildly amused.
“Of course. It - it might be nice to see her again,” he ventures, swallowing slightly. “And, you know, she’ll have her own room and I’ll be in your room… with you. You’ll be right there the whole time,” he states.
Dilara finally steps out of his arms and turns around, leaning back against the railing and holding the hot cup to her chest. Taehyung, in his white CELINE t-shirt, places his hands worriedly on his hips. She resists the urge to reach up and rub the frown on his forehead.
“You’re not really afraid of Lexie.”
“Only in the literal sense. She’s your best friend,” he reminds her. 
“Yes, I know. Meaning she’s going to try just as hard as you will to get along.” Dilara tugs at the bottom of his t-shirt. “I want this to work.”
Taehyung nods, taking her hand and linking their fingers. “It will. I’ll make it work,” he promises.
The feeling is back, light and creeping through her chest, and it annoys her that she can’t name it. She squeezes his hand. “I love you,” she says.
There’s a flicker in his eyes; it’s abundantly clear how much he’s been waiting for her to say these words. “I love you more,” he replies, kissing her knuckles. “I really, really do,” he murmurs, stepping forward and kissing her forehead.
Dilara gives him a small smile and raises her mug slightly. “Hot chocolate?”
He raises his eyebrows in surprise and returns her smile as he takes the cup and sips at the hot liquid, before gagging and swearing. “Oh, God - it’s coffee!” he sputters. “Seriously, Lara,” he complains, coughing. “Disgusting.”
She exhales in satisfaction and takes the cup back. “I believe you,” she says sweetly, reaching up and kissing his cheek.
He gives her an unimpressed look. “Can we go inside now? I’m freezing.”
Sleepy and jet-lagged, grumbling over the smallest practical joke, Taehyung looks beautiful. The feeling is amplified now; the lightness in her stomach, the fluttering of her heart, the insane urge to smile for no reason at all.
“Yeah, we can go inside,” she answers, falling into step beside him as he turns around, and leaning into his side. He puts an arm around her shoulder and squeezes it affectionately, kissing the top of her head like he’s planning to do it forever. 
As they enter her apartment, Dilara can finally name the feeling.
Thank you for reading. Don’t forget to leave a review :)
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chickenmcnuggies · 9 months
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Unofficial Gay Fates 1.9 is out! It adds in 23 new supports, as well as dozens of fixes to older supports to bring them up to par.
The videos of these supports have already been up today since this morning, and some of you may have noticed only some of them feature our added voice lines. The mod team decided for the sake of speed and ease on us, that we're dropping the voice lines in our supports, as adding those alone doubles the time it takes to work on each support. In the future once most—if not all—the supports have been added we may go back and add them to the supports that lack them.
As for the added supports themselves:
ROMANTIC: Hinoka x Nyx, Arthur x Ryoma, Arthur x Reina, M!Corrin x Gunter S, M!Corrin x Percy S, Saizo x Shura, Hana x Kagero, Scarlet x Subaki, Felicia x Hinoka, Kaze x Laslow, Oboro x Reina, Corrin(F) x Anna S, Odin x Takumi
PLATONIC: Selena/Elise, Azura/Gunter
PARENT CHILD: Ryoma/Percy PC, Arthur/Shiro PC, Scarlet/Caeldori PC, Takumi/Ophelia PC , Odin/Kiragi PC
SIBLING: Ophelia/Kiragi SIB, Soleil/Caeldori SIB, Shiro/Percy SIB
As per usual it can be found at the Gamebanana page here
Happy pride, everyone!
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greatwyrmgold · 1 month
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I've been thinking about that OnK/Parahumans crossover idea more.
We still know frustratingly little about how Ai's relationship with Hikaru went; we can make some guesses, but nothing concrete. So I thought about the two things that don't depend on Hikaru at all: The timeline and Ai's power.
As mentioned last time, I decided that my ideas for Ai's power centered around Leviathan, who destroyed Kyushu in 1999. I was thinking of having Ai be one of the inaugural Wards, but the Wards definitely existed by 1998, and probably existed by the late 80's/early 90's, so that's...well, I guess I could just ignore some part of the timeline. But I'd rather just make Ai's debut its own big event, wherever she ends up.
OnK's timeline is vague, but if we speedrun through Ai's romance, maybe Ruby and Aqua could be born in 2000 or 2001. Presumably, Ai would get murdered some time in the mid-oughts. More importantly, it means the twins would be tweens when the world ends, so unless I decide to focus on Ai (definitely a possibility), this would be a post-GM fic.
Ai's Trigger Event & Powers
Last time, the power I settled on was "something with power-copying fairy things". And I don't really like that. It's vague, it's complicated, and most importantly, it doesn't have either an "This kid could be the next Eidolon!" vibe or a "This kid could be dangerous!" vibe.
So let's work backwards. What power am I looking for?
I'm thinking, something that takes powers, but can give them back too. Ai takes, say, 8% of your power, and in a week's time she gives you back 10%, keeping 2% for herself. Or some other set of numbers, or some other pattern. She slowly gets stronger over time, she can make other heroes stronger, but she could also just weaken all the heroes around her and run.
As per the Trump document, the kind of Trump trigger that gives power-borrowing powers focuses on the mental/emotional relationship the parahuman has to powers. So while the aftermath of Leviathan's attack is still there, still influences her trigger, it's not the focus.
Let's say that Ayumi (Ai's mom) and/or her unnamed boyfriend worked for the Sentai Elite or some other hero team. Little Ai hence got to see more superheroes than most people, and became familiar with one hero in specific. Let's call her Blue Kōri (following Black Kaze's naming scheme even though we don't know whether she's an ex-Sentai or not, but c'mon, that's a Super Sentai name).
Anyways, Ayumi gets stranded somewhere with her daughter and boyfriend due to Leviathan's floodwaters. She spots Blue Kōri coming by, making a bridge of ice across the waters, and quickly sends Ai into their improvised shelter to get stuff. While she's out of sight, Ayumi and her boyfriend leave with Kōri, without Ai.
Ai feels a sense of betrayal and abandonment, mostly from her mom but also the other two adults, at least one of whom should have known better. As with her canon counterpart, Ai feels certain that the things done to her were done because she's unlovable. So she triggers, grabbing a fragment of Blue Kōri's power without realizing what she's done. (And without Kōri noticing, because she's distracted by a swell or something.)
Post-Trigger
Ai ends up with the power to take a fragment of other parahumans' powers, which manifest in the form of little glowing things that Ai calls fairies. The fragments grow slowly on their own, eventually splitting. (Conflicted about whether they should just grow or whether they should mutate slightly when they split. Does Ai have remarkable power, or remarkable versatility? Doesn't really matter at this point in planning, though.)
Eventually, Ai figures out that she has a little bit of ice power. Once she figures out how to use it, she tries to escape on a teeny ice raft with the supplies Ayumi told her to fetch. Ai eventually washes up in a populated area, and gets noticed by Ichigo or an equivalent. She gets inducted into a hero team (foreign if we want to use recognizable canon characters, local if we don't), and settles into the "ideal superhero" role by a combination of external Concern about an unfettered power-thief and internal fears of being hated or abandoned or unworthy of love.
And I'm not sure how much more I can write without a bit more data on Hikaru.
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norcula · 1 year
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love signs XVI (min yoongi)
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rating/genre: m; angst, hurt-comfort, fluff, established relationship
warnings: jealousy, toxic behavior, cursing, confrontations, yoongi literally loses it
a/n: i honestly can't believe i wrote this. it has a lot of deep emotions i think most people feel - doubt, fear, heartbreak, bittersweet agony, the pure terror of "they're never gonna love me again, i fucked everything up". people are complex and it’s easy to blame. but i hope you’ll try to see both sides to this, to see both of them in all their messy, beautiful glory xx en
playlist: afterglow by taylor swift/shinunoga e-wa by fujii kaze/make it right by bts/my universe by bts and coldplay
taglist: @yoonaasa @parkdatjimin @pamzn @chemicalstxrs-blog @fringe-frank ​@ahewlett
masterlist//love signs masterlist//next
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"Okay, look to the side."
Click. Flash. Off like rapid gunfire. Yoongi looks magical - like a fairytale prince or a Victorian lord. You're speechless really, watching from the sidelines of the photoshoot.
He smiles at you between the shots.
And then he starts taking his clothes off.
What the fuck? Is he really......oh, he wasn't kidding when he said this was gonna be experimental. He sits naked from the waist up, stiff, hands on his knees. Then he throws you a wink as one of the women on the production team approaches.
What......oh, no, no, you've gotta be kidding.
The woman starts placing small delicate flowers all over his neck, pressing against him gingerly. And you feel your blood boiling. Yoongi looks over to you but you don't see him, eyes on the floor.
You fold your arms over your chest, squeezing your sides.
"Looks good, no?"
One of the directors says. You nod infinitesimally.
"She's worked with him on a lot of photoshoots so he's comfortable around her. I think they're close."
Close?
The woman smiles up at Yoongi touching his knee, as though it's some familiar ritual of theirs. He smiles back. It shatters your heart.
Fuck. You can't do this.
Once all the flowers were in place, Yoongi thanked the artist and looked up, curious to see what you thought. But you were gone.
_-_
"Jagi?"
Yoongi calls out. But there's silence. Instead, he sees them - your purple suitcase and black backpack. You appear a few moments later, dressed, your favorite winter jacket draped over your shoulders.
"What's going on? Where are you going?"
"Yoongi, it's okay. I know."
"You know?"
"And we don't have to do the whole yelling thing. I just wanna go."
"Why would we yell? What's going on?"
"I saw her today, Yoongi. With you."
He tried to understand what you were talking about. You'd been at his photoshoot just a few hours ago. He thought you'd stay for the whole thing but you were gone. Right after he was getting ready for the final part of the shoot, when an artist he's known since he was a kid was sticking flowers on his naked torso.
"Wait.....you think I'm cheating on you?"
"Aren't you?"
"No." He says without hesitation. Yoongi never even thought about it. It's almost like you became the center of his universe.
"Then why would the director come up to me and tell me you're close? That you're comfortable with her? So comfortable in fact that you smile at her like she puts the stars in the sky?"
"I didn't......I....." Where was this coming from? When did he smile at the artist? When did it look like that? How were making this sound so poetic?
"You're not gonna deny it."
"It's not true!"
"Does anyone ever admit it when they cheat? I'm just curious. No. Of course not. But I thought you'd have the decency to tell me the truth, Yoongi."
You bounded over to the shoe rack, pulling on your trustee docs, carefully lacing them together.
"Listen to me.....wait......"
But you wouldn't even look at him.
"It's not true! I swear to God! I don't know why he said that! And I was just being polite! We've worked together since I debuted. She's like......it doesn't matter. She doesn't matter. I'm sorry."
You stand up quickly, knocking your boots against the floor and hauling your bags towards the door.
"Do you know what you're apologizing for?"
"I'm sorry you're hurt. But I swear.....I'm not cheating. I would never cheat on you. Never."
"I don't believe you." You say flatly, turning the knob and closing the door behind you.
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"Is she with you?"
"Hello to you, too." Hobi retorts, taken aback by his older member’s panic. 
"Is she?!" Hobi had never his hyung behave this way. He sounded so distraught. Part of him was a little angry at you for making Yoongi feel this way.
"Hyung, listen to me......"
"Hobi, I swear to God.....I'm losing my mind. I've never felt so.....unhinged and helpless. I've been looking everywhere......I've been calling everyone. Please.....please.....I just wanna talk to her. I just.....wanna tell her I love her. I love her so much. I would never cheat. I would never hurt her.....like that. She's the love of my life. She....."
"Hyung. She's not here."
"Then.....where would she.....she would only go to you. You're her best friend."
"I don't know. I.....got a text saying she'll be out of reach for a few days. She told me not to worry."
Fuck.
Yoongi says goodbye and then scrolls. He scours the interwebs for any sightings of you. Some say Barcelona. Some Sweden. Some have linked you to Hobi, as they do every couple months. But then he sees one of those gossip sites obsessed with him, posting a news-story link:
"Producer ....., BTS Suga's alleged "girlfriend" spotted in New York City with Ryan Tedder. Rumours have been swirling that the two award winning producers are working on the new Blackpink album."
So, she's moved on? With a producer? Not just any producer, one of the most successful producers in history? No, maybe they're just working together. Maybe it really is just for BlackPink.
_-_
Yoongi is losing his shit. Not in a cute, quirky way. In the way that makes dishes pile up in the sink after a week. In the way he forgets to eat and sleep, too busy trying to get in touch with you or get in touch with someone who can help him get him in touch with you. Hobi doesn't hear the end of it. But he'll be damned if he doesn't try. So he keeps trying, phone in hand, pressed against his ear, hearing it ring for the thousandth time. After three rings, you pick up.
"Hey, you're there. You're....."
"You've called me 128 times." You tell him.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just wanted to hear your voice....can we talk?"
"Now is not a good time."
"No, it's okay. It's uh.....I understand. I'll see you when you come home."
"I'm not coming home." You say, followed by shuffling noise. Then faintly he can hear,
"Hey, Ryan.....I need 5."
"Kay, I'll keep working."
"Please come home." Yoongi says desperately. You can hear the strain in his voice, almost feel the slump in his shoulders under your fingertips. You hated it. You hated how quickly you understood him. You hated how much you could hear him suffer.
"I can't. I'm moving here." It's for the best. Just telling him flatly. Just breaking it to him like this. Right?
"To New York? For how long?" His voice cracks and you want to throw up. God, how did you even get here? How did you end up at this point?
"I don't know."
"Please....let's just talk all this out. I swear....if we just talk.....things will be okay."
"Yoongi, seeing you with her really hurt me."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. But I swear, I swear to God I never cheated on you. I would never.....I love you. I love you so much."
You have no idea what to say. Things had become so messy, so complicated. 
"Say something."
You whisper a measly "I'll call you later" and then you collapse on the floor crying.
_-_
"Finally!"
You were expecting room service, not a frazzled Yoongi with his suitcase and bags of food.
"You didn't call me back. So, I came here to talk. Let's talk."
"I'm tired, Yoongi." You were. And you couldn't do this. Not now. Not here. Not when every part of you wanted to erase the last week, to go back to the hour before the photoshoot - Yoongi cooking breakfast, you watching from the countertop, some random song playing in the back. You'd do anything to go back to that little slice of heaven.
"Americano." Yoongi says, handing you a bag. "From food gallery 32. Japchae from Cho Dang Gol."
"You remembered."
"Of course, I remembered. I remember everything about you."
Yoongi looked at you, straight in the eyes. Everything hurt but he didn't care. He'd stand there as long as he had to remind you how much you meant to him.
"I remember the first time we met you didn't know who I was. I remember you humming along during a session and helping me finish a song. I remember you trying to bribe me with Americanos. I remember the award shows and the panic attacks in the bathroom. I remember you holding my hand under a desk during a talk show so I wouldn't bite my nails.
I remember the first time you slept over and the last time you smoked. I remember you like your tea with maple syrup and your fried rice with garlic. I remember you hate tomatoes and rude people and dirt marks on your Docs.
I remember the first time you told me about your parents. And your ex. I remember the look on your face when you left - play it over and over again in my head. You must've felt so....betrayed."
But I'm here. I'm still here. I came here because I love you, because I want this to work."
Yoongi closes the distance, touches you arm gingerly.
"So, please, let's make this work."
"Yoongi......I don't know what to say."
You really didn't. Everything felt overwhelming. A thousand thoughts flooded your brain. Did you misunderstand everything? Did he really cheat? Should you forgive him? Should he forgive you? What was gonna happen now? Would he still want you? Would you still want him?
"Tell me what's on your mind." Yoongi urges. You swallow, sit on the sofa and say,
"When I saw you with her, I just.......I lost it. I was back in my last relationship, watching my ex fuck that woman. I couldn't.....stop picturing the two of you together. I couldn't help the places my mind took me."
"So you went home."
"And then you came and I just.....I couldn't even look at you. I just wanted to leave."
"It helps you process, right?"
"Yeah. I thought of going to Hobi's but then I got this opportunity and I couldn't say no. It's Ryan Tedder. It's Blackpink. This is gonna change everything."
"So I came here. And you kept calling. And it killed me. It killed me you didn't stop. I just.....wanted some time and some space."
"I was going crazy." Yoongi admits.
"You were?" You ask surprised. He never loses his chill. He's the calmest person you know, the kind to ask if you have insurance right after a car accident, the kind to rush right to the hospital and make sure everything's taken care of.
"You knocked me off my axis."
He says, as though it was simple, as though it wasn't the most poetic thing you'd ever heard.
"I had no idea where you were, no idea if we were still together, no idea if you still loved me. Don't you have any idea the effect you have on me?"
He crosses the distance, takes your hand in his. "You're like oxygen." And it takes your breath away.
"I didn't......know that's how you felt. You never say."
"I'm not good at talking about my feelings."
"Neither am I."
"And now we're here."
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you." You admit.
"I know, I know, it sucked. I felt....terrible."
"I'm sorry." You say again, tears spilling from your eyes. He holds you close to him, steadying your shaking frame.
"I know, baby. I know. I swear, I would never hurt you like that. Even when we fight, I would never want anyone else but you. Remember that, okay? Remember this. You, here in my arms. Hear my heart? I love you more every time it beats."
You both cried in each other's for what felt like a long time. Wiping your cheek, you say,
"I love you. I'm really.....sorry."
"I'm sorry too." Yoongi admits. "Come home."
"I can't. Not yet. The label asked me if I'd be willing to stay here, help Ryan with it."
"You're staying?"
"I'll be back."
"Will you?"
"Yeah." You tell him, kissing him deeply. "I'll always come home to you."
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sketchmog · 3 months
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Wanna convert an old bad brain oc into a less bad brain oc and possibly use him for AU~
Enoch was the higher being in charge of the void back in the old days. He'd barter souls for fulfilling tainted wishes and then dragging those souls into doing his dirty work across the multiverse.
His vibe suits the theme of Chaos in the show and I can see him being a general of one of the more ruthless of the past kings that managed to survive the purge Omega brings. He absolutely misses the glory days of chaos freely devouring worlds and raising fear and discord among wonderland and the surrounding worlds.
I see him feeding on negative emotions like Chaos does. He wants the feasts of the old days and he wants fresh souls.
He's not thrilled about Oscha's way of doing things or that only egg to survive Kaze and Kumo's initial attack on Gaudium was one of the lesser eggs. He's all for helping the team kill the current monarchy in hopes a new set of heirs will be produced for him to help mold and set free on the worlds.
A little inspiration from Xellos this time around, he pops up to cause just enough trouble to help push the party in the right direction. He views Ai and Yu as potential heirs to the throne if for some reason a new set of eggs isn't hatched. Them being the reincarnations of the mortal Chaos lost will protect them enough to control it or might spark it to create a new vessel to interact with it.
Either way, he has leverage for getting what he wants.
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best-underrated-anime · 5 months
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Best Underrated Anime Group B Round 1: #B4 vs #B5
#B4: Human falls in love with an android
This anime is a 13-episode Sci-fi romance story about eighteen-year-old Tsukasa Mizugaki, who lands a job at Sion Artificial Intelligence Corporation ( SAI Corps). SAI corps has created Giftias, androids that are nearly identical to humans. Giftias have one major difference from humans in that they are only allowed to live for 9 years and 4 months before they start to break down.
Tsukasa is partnered with a Giftia named Isla. Slowly, they begin to fall in love.
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#B5: (Mostly) unexperienced college track team aims for big race
It’s a sports anime which focuses on a college running team. Their goal? To run the Hakone Ekiden, a famous marathon relay race. The catch? With two notable exceptions of their captain and their latest recruit, this team is composed entirely of amateurs. Does this mess of a team stand any chance of even qualifying for the race?
Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!
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#B4: Plastic Memories
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Propaganda 1:
This anime is a heart-wrenching masterpiece. It is slow, tender, and incredibly cathartic. The art is beautiful, and the story is enchanting. Of all the random anime I watched in middle school, this one really stuck with me.
Propaganda 2:
My brother and I watched it together. He ugly sobbed at it so hard, he had to go stand outside and weep down the phone to someone and my mom thought that he’d received news of someone’s actual death. He was okay, though, I promise
Trigger Warnings: [Not Stated]
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#B5: Run with the Wind (Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru)
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Propaganda 1:
Okay so finally a sports anime that isn't set in high school. (There aren't nearly enough set in college.) MC is basically Older Running Kageyama, in both looks and personality. He has to overcome his past issues with his old track team, and learn to open up. I love the relationships that form between the team members. There's one who is just Not Here for It and struggles A Lot, who just wants to go home and read manga. (Hey it me.) There's also a cute dog, and a lot of the bg music is by the same folks as Haikyuu.
Propaganda 2:
I genuinely think this might be the best sports anime out there. It’s an amazing anime in general, with good animation, a beautiful art show, and a great premise, though what really makes it stand out is the characters.
RWTW is a character-driven story at heart, with all the main characters given their time to shine. The main cast is very lovable, and their relationships with each other are depicted in a sweet but realistic way. The protagonist, Kakeru, goes through a great character development over the course of the show, from being a lonely outcast at the start to accepting the other team members into his heart as found family.
While I’m not a runner personally, I still found this interesting to watch, since along with the training there’s a lot of thoughtful discussion on the nature of running: what it means to run, to be a runner. There’s a very philosophical aspect to it, which makes sense considering that RWTW is actually adapted from a book. The last thing I’ll say is that as a college student myself, it’s really nice to watch an anime focused on people in college and not high school. Oh, and the soundtrack is incredible.
Trigger Warnings: Alcohol and Smoking
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If you’re reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.
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