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You are so handsome today! 😯
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She's a ✨ gala girl ✨
Elsbeth 104 x The Good Fight 204
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Final Destination (Namjoon x OC)
Summary: Namjoon flies down to Amsterdam after the break-in.
Pairing: Namjoon x OC
Genre: Angst
Word count: 7.6 K
Rating: 18+
Warnings: language, breaking and entering, vague descriptions of sex
A/N: Picks up right where Paradise Interrupted ends.
Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2, @margopinkerton, @faearchives, @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @sumzysworld, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)
Listen to: "moonchild" by RM
namjoon masterlist | main masterlist
For a moment, no one speaks. One of the girls places the framed picture on the mantle with a soft thud and takes a couple of steps forward, her mouth open.
Kaya stays frozen, the shock making her blood feel like ice in her veins. The front door behind them is indeed unlocked, but they could have just as easily entered from the balcony as well.
“Who - who the hell are you?” she asks, wincing inwardly when she hears the fear in her own voice.
The same girl, her short hair a brilliant crimson, scoffs in satisfaction. “She’s American,” she states, clapping the other girl on the shoulder. “I told you she didn’t look European.”
“I thought she’d be taller.” The guy tilts his head doubtfully. “Wasn’t the girl in the video also a little…” He makes an exaggerated gesture with both his hands, making his palms face each other and moving them closer, mouthing thinner.
“Damn it, Lance,” swears the girl with the crimson hair, rolling her eyes. “You said you were sure.”
“Ron said she was!”
“Shut up,” the second girl, presumably Ron, hisses at both of them. She’s still watching Kaya, almost hungrily.
Kaya swallows, a gnawing irritation breaking through the paralysing fear. They’re talking about her as though she isn’t even here, right in front of her. She adjusts the pen in her hand when the girl in front, Ron, steps forward slowly. She stares at Kaya with mild wonder and then raises a hand to touch a lock of hair on her shoulder. Kaya flinches and stumbles back.
“Who in God’s name are you?” she repeats through gritted teeth. In front of her, Ron raises her eyebrows in surprise at this reaction and takes a step back.
“You don’t have to look so freaked out,” she says dryly, frowning a little and folding her arms across her chest. “We’re not criminals, we just… we just wanted to see…” Here, she trails off.
“Are you really Namjoon’s girlfriend?” The other girl, slightly taller, asks. Her voice trembles as she does, as though it’s taking every ounce of courage to ask this question.
The answer is instantaneous. “I - no. Of course not.”
The guy, Lance, scoffs while Ron raises her eyebrows again, sceptically this time. The redhead glares. “Really? Then what’s this?” she demands, brandishing the silver framed picture.
Kaya’s heart skips a beat. It’s an expensive frame; Namjoon had bought it for her from a gallery on its opening night the last time they’d been in New York together. “That’s - that’s an old picture. We hooked up once, three years ago. I - I didn’t even know who he was.” The half-lie tumbles out of her mouth instantly.
The girl hesitates, and Kaya can tell she was hoping for this. She stares at the picture and Kaya is overcome with the urge to snatch it back from her. “Then why is it on display in your living room?”
Shit. Kaya’s stomach twists. “Well…” She racks her brain for a suitable fib. “If you had a picture with him… wouldn’t you have it on display in your living room?” she counters, the response sounding ridiculous even to her.
To her immense surprise, this seems to make sense to the girl. She looks doubtfully at Ron, who seems to be the ringleader of this trio. Then she looks up at Kaya, clearly trying to remain calm.
“So, he’s… he’s still single?” she asks hopefully.
“Sure. Probably.”
She sighs hugely in relief, as though this information personally affects her. “I knew it,” she mutters, seemingly to herself, as she looks back down at the picture and her mouth twists into a scowl. “I wonder which stupid fandom started this rumour…”
“So you’re really not dating him?” Ron’s frown deepens. “Then how do you explain the video?”
Kaya shrugs. “What video?”
“The video,” she replies, rolling her eyes, “of him and you, on a balcony or something. You’re really telling us that wasn’t you? So the whole fandom got it wrong?”
The whole fandom. Kaya isn’t sure whether to laugh at that, at the assumption that everyone is secretly a die-hard BTS fan. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen or spoken to Namjoon in three years. How - how did you even find me?” she asks, for the first time realising that someone she knows had to have revealed her identity.
At this, all three of the intruders exchange looks, clearly not wanting to reveal their source. “It’s on Twitter,” says the guy finally, taking a sip of his beer and apparently finding it empty. “Damn it.”
“I can throw that for you,” volunteers Kaya suddenly. “It’s just… the building is big on recycling, so…”
��Oh, of course.” He nods, a little surprised. “Thank you.”
He hands her the bottle and she takes it, using every bit of strength to not roll her eyes in disbelief at the fact that he willingly handed over his fingerprints. Behind him, the redhead is still staring at the picture and lightly stroking it.
“He looks so good in this,” she murmurs, biting her lip. She looks up at Kaya, and for a moment Kaya is afraid she’s going to ask to keep the picture. But a minute later she changes tacks. “Where was this?”
“In Seoul. Near, um, Hannam-dong.”
“Okay, hang on.” The guy, Lance, interrupts, looking rather annoyed. “So you’re not the girl.” Without waiting for a confirmation, he turns to the girls. “If she’s not it, can we leave? We have a paper due tomorrow.”
“You didn’t seem to care about that when you wanted to make it to happy hour.”
“Only because you wanted to come here!”
“Ron said -”
They continue bickering, as though having forgotten where they are. Kaya’s eyes flicker to her bag where she knows her phone is, but she can’t lunge towards it without this Ron person getting in her way. She remains the only one of the intruders to still remain quiet, simply looking around the living room suspiciously with her arms folded across her chest.
“Look, I - I’ve answered all your questions,” ventures Kaya, making all of them abruptly stop their conversations and look at her. “I don’t know who you are -” Lance, Ron, and the other one “- and I think it’s clear that I’m not who you think I am.”
“You’re not Kayla?” Ron finally asks. For the first time, even she starts to seem doubtful.
“No,” she answers honestly. “I’m not. Now I’m going to have to ask you to leave before -”
“Wait, hang on.” Ron holds up a hand and looks a little disgruntled. “We need to be sure of everything before we leave,” she states, sounding unhinged. “Someone is spreading rumours in the fandom and if the person in the photos is really not you, then we need to find out who -”
“Jesus Christ, Ron, they’re obviously fake!” The redhead says loudly, placing the photo frame carelessly back on the shelf. “He’s too busy to date - he’s said that a thousand times and - look!” She strides across the room and reaches the dining table to pick up a cardboard box of a ready-to-eat dish. “Shrimp tacos! We know he hates seafood!”
This time, Kaya can’t resist frowning a little incredulously, but thankfully no one else notices.
“Now can we just leave? Why do you want him to be dating so badly?” The redhead sounds on the verge of tears. Meanwhile, Lance seems to have had enough and is already opening the front door.
“You need to calm down,” says Ron, pointing a finger at her friend. “Lance, shut the door.”
“Bite me, Ron.”
“I said -”
This building, being a student residence, is already small enough that sounds travel. When the door opens and none of the intruders seem to have the sense to lower their voices, Kaya feels her heart race with hope that someone, someone, will realise that something is wrong. While Ron turns around to talk to her friends, Kaya inches towards her bag next to the kitchen.
“I’m leaving!” Lance is halfway out the door when they all hear footsteps outside. All three of the strangers freeze.
“Is someone there?” It’s her neighbour, Mark. Kaya almost stops breathing but realises she has to respond because the next thing he’s likely to say is her name, something she’s sure these people don’t know.
She swallows, her eyes darting towards all three of them. Lance shakes his head with wide eyes, warning her not to make any sound.
“Mark, it’s me! Call the cops!”
“What did you do?” hisses Ron, but the damage is done. There is more than one set of footsteps outside and all three of the intruders immediately run.
“Let’s go! Now! Damn it, Sylvia - leave the picture!” There’s a crash and the sound of glass shattering as Kaya retrieves her phone with shaking fingers and immediately dials 112 for the police as she follows them.
Outside, she sees Mark and his girlfriend, both looking terribly confused at the sight of three strangers running out into the hallway.
“They broke into my apartment!” she exclaims and Mark’s eyes widen for a moment before he runs down the stairs after them.
“Oh, my God, they did what?” His girlfriend, Maya, jogs past her to peer into her apartment before coming back to her. “Are you okay?” she asks, holding her shoulders and frowning in concern.
But words fail Kaya. She shakes her head wordlessly and when the call to the police doesn’t go through, she hangs up and leans against the wall, feeling like she hasn’t breathed in ages. When Maya kneels in front of her and doesn’t push for any more information, only gently convinces her that she shouldn’t stay in her apartment tonight since it’s compromised, Kaya simply nods.
Maya helps her get some of her stuff for the night, stopping only to inform her that the building security seems to have gotten hold of the intruders. Kaya feels like she’s on autopilot, even once the cops show up and she identifies all three of them with ease. They’re taken to the station for questioning while Mark gets his guest bedroom ready and Kaya packs for an overnight stay.
Just before she’s about to leave her apartment, she notices something on the floor by her TV shelf: the picture frame, its glass shattered and a scratch on the corner of the delicate silver frame. The picture inside it stays intact, their smiles from years ago frozen in print. It hurts to see it broken, but Kaya doesn’t know what to do about it right now so she simply takes it with her to Mark’s.
“Let me know if you need anything at all,” says Maya, after showing her to her room.
“You’ve done more than enough, really.” Kaya sets her bag down and looks around. “It’s perfect.” She forces a smile which fades when the door closes and leaves her in silence once more.
Kaya sits on the edge of the bed, the entire evening seeming absurd in hindsight. She waits for it to sink in, closing her eyes and recalling the details, the fear, the entitlement of strangers questioning her relationship.
And then, the panic attack hits.
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When Kaya wakes the next morning, for a moment she can’t remember where she is. She sits up with a jerk, her mind still swimming with disturbing images of broken glass and hands wrapped around her neck, choking her.
It takes a few seconds but she spots her bag and the silver picture frame next to her on the bed and sighs, burying her head in her hands and trying to get rid of the throbbing.
It had taken hours for her to fall asleep last night. She’d stayed up with the lights on, her eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling and replayed every moment since she’d set foot in her apartment. As silly and idiotic as those intruders had been, obsessed with a celebrity who didn’t even know them, they still had managed to break in.
Or walk in, as the case may be. Part of her still can’t believe Namjoon had been right, so right about everything. In the midst of all the danger and anxiety, she can’t help but feel irritated at being wrong, enough that she’d hesitated about calling Namjoon at all.
Once she picked up her phone, though, the thought seemed crazy. Suddenly desperate to talk to him, to hear his voice and to know that he was there, she’d called him with shaking hands. He’d cut the call at first, meaning he was busy. The picture of him in the suit with styled hair seemed like days ago; she’d texted him, however, asking him to please, please call her back and hoping he’d know it was important.
He’d called back in under a minute. Kaya had willed herself to sound as normal as possible so as to not worry him but the moment she’d heard his voice, all resolve had broken down. She’d narrated everything to him like word vomit, noting with unease how he heard her out in stone cold silence. He’d only spoken after she was done, and the anger beneath the surface made her hair stand on end.
Are you hurt? Did anyone touch you?
Kaya thought of the way the leader had looked at her - Ron, who had fingered a lock of her hair with impunity, and shuddered.
No. I’m fine.
She wished more than anything that they weren’t having this conversation over the phone, that for this night at least, they weren’t in a relationship where they spent more nights apart than together.
There were some voices in the background then, at which point Namjoon abruptly told her he’d call her back and to stay put at Mark’s.
I love you. The words were heavy with emotion but a moment later he’d hung up, and Kaya had clutched her phone in her hand, trying to remind herself that she wasn’t alone in this.
She’d drifted in and out of sleep all night, alternating between distracting herself with work and scouring the Internet to see if those people were telling the truth, if her identity and address were really public. She couldn’t find anything, though; she tried scrolling through Twitter but after finding nothing apart from snippets of baseless rumours, she didn’t even understand what she was looking for.
It’s well after sunrise now. As much as she’d like to stay inside this room for the foreseeable future, she knows she needs to head back.
“Are you sure?” Mark raises his eyebrows. “You can stay here if you don’t feel ready.”
“No, I - I can’t impose any longer,” she says, shaking her head at Maya’s admonishing hand gesture. “But thank you, though.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.” Mark still sounds doubtful but doesn’t press. Maya convinces her to have a piece of toast that tastes like cardboard, and Kaya obliges out of sheer gratitude. “I’ll send you the locksmith’s number,” he promises as she leaves.
“Call if you need anything at all!” Maya reminds her as she leaves. She hasn’t met Maya except for in passing over the last year, but there’s something about the instant way in which she’d understood Kaya’s fear that makes Kaya trust her implicitly.
Kaya enters her apartment hesitantly. It looks the way it always does, but it feels like a crime scene. She imagines going to campus today and returning in the evening, looking forward to her inviting sofa and a warm bath, but instead feeling this uncomfortable in her own home.
It takes her a minute, but she quickly snaps into action. She cannot allow her apartment to be this tainted; she drops her bag and the photo frame in her room, texts her thesis advisor that she’s taking a sick day, and gets to work.
By approximately eleven am, the locks have been changed, every inch of the apartment has been cleaned and sanitised, a camera for her hallway has been purchased on Amazon, along with an alarm system for her balcony.
It feels a little better, she has to admit. The empty spot on her TV shelf catches her eye, though, and her heart twitches painfully at the reminder of the broken frame. She’s sitting on Namjoon’s lap in the picture, her arm around his shoulders and his around her waist, the other one resting on her knee. They’re in sweaters during the onset of fall, having reached a milestone in their relationship after Namjoon had officially met her mother.
She has to get the picture fixed. It’s a loose end, a reminder of this hideous night, but before she can start Googling the closest place to get it repaired, she hears a loud sound.
Kaya jumps and freezes, her heart thumping painfully in her chest. It’s the new lock; someone is out there, jiggling a key or a pin or something to try and break in again. Her eyes dart around and she dives for the hockey stick the previous tenant had left here, one she’d just strategically placed by her room for future situations, and she holds it up in preparation.
No, please, no, not again. Would this be the rest of her life? Being on edge constantly and waiting for someone else to break into her apartment?
The lock jiggles for a moment longer, followed by a knock. “Kaya?” A voice travels through the wood, making her heart skip a disbelieving beat. “It’s me!”
Dropping the hockey stick to her side, Kaya races through the living room and unlocks the door, hardly daring to believe it. He’s here, in the flesh, dressed in a black T-shirt and tan cargos, looking both confused and relieved when she opens the door for him.
“My key isn’t working and I thought something was wrong…” Namjoon steps inside and closes the door behind him, frowning at the hockey stick.
She remembers then that she’s still holding it and drops it on the floor, all her remaining grit and forced calm disappearing at the sight of him. She tries to speak, but she’s suddenly afraid that if she opens her mouth, she might start to cry.
Namjoon seems to realise this, for his frown deepens and he drops his duffel bag on the floor before taking a step closer to her.
“Come here,” he says softly, holding out his arms and wrapping them around her when she reaches up to hug him.
“I got the locks changed,” she mumbles into his shoulder, feeling him nod against her head. He’s here, he’s really here…
His arms tighten around her like he’s only just convinced she’s real. “Good girl.”
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she murmurs, watery and clinging to him as tightly as she can. He smells of soap and aeroplane and she can tell he picked out the first article of clothing he could get his hands on. Clutching the T-shirt fabric in her fist, she breathes it in.
“Of course I’m here.” He’s quiet but his voice shakes, his face buried in her hair. “When you called, I couldn’t believe - I mean, I didn’t…” He trails off and shakes his head, exhaling before pulling away.
“Wait, don’t you have a concert tomorrow night?” she asks, suddenly remembering that the rest of the world hasn’t come to a standstill just because she has.
“Yeah, I - I need to fly out tomorrow.” Namjoon runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, looking unbelievably tired. “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer but I had to come, I just couldn’t -“
Kaya silences him with a kiss, so desperate to make him stay, knowing that no words on earth will be enough to communicate to him the world of difference that his presence makes. “I still can’t believe you’re here,” she repeats, sniffing and pressing her forehead to his.
Namjoon nods, his hands big and warm on her arms. “Are you okay? Are you - are you hurt?” He steps back and looks at her up and down, as though expecting to see something wrong.
“I’m fine,” she assures him, feeling more vulnerable yet safe since last night. “I got lucky, I think - I had the three biggest idiots in the city break in. They used real names, didn’t cover their faces, carried Leiden University backpacks and left their fingerprints on stuff and -“ She scoffs and gives him a look. “They Ubered over here.”
Namjoon says nothing, but it’s clear he doesn’t consider any part of this incident lucky. He licks his lips and it looks like he wants to say something, but then he shakes his head and takes another step closer to her. “I love you,” he says, pulling her into his arms again - and Kaya knows that this hug is for him, for his fear and worry. “I love you, I love you…”
He murmurs the words over and over again until his voice breaks but they don’t let go of each other for a few more minutes, not until her back starts cramping with his weight.
“Tell me everything,” he says seriously, taking a seat on the sofa, legs spread out and feet firmly on the ground. When she hesitates momentarily, he takes her hand and gently pulls her to him, directing her to sit beside him. It’s easier than last night; this time the initial shock has worn off and moreover, he’s here and she can touch him and see his reaction and squeeze his hand whenever he starts to get too antsy.
“So… wait.” Namjoon shakes his head and frowns. “They didn’t threaten you. Or actually want to hurt you?”
“No,” she confirms, resting her elbow on the top of the sofa. “They were… talking. They weren’t even sure if we were together - I don’t think anybody is,” she adds, feeling a strange sense of relief at saying the words out loud. It was true; every single thing she saw on Twitter last night had conflicting information, all the way down to her location and her name. “The moment I told them it wasn’t true - that we weren’t together and I had no idea where you were or what you were doing, they lost all interest.”
He bites his lip. “You really said we weren’t together?” Through the confusion and the worry, she can detect a hint of curiosity.
“Yeah.” She links her fingers with his on his lap. “It felt weird but it was the only thing I could think of to get rid of them. Your fans really want you to be single,” she can’t resist adding wryly, remembering how the redhead - Sylvia, she recalls suddenly - had gazed at their picture in the frame.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. “They’re the bad seeds. I hate them,” he adds with feeling. He looks away, as though he can’t meet her eyes, and the guilt is clear in his body language.
Kaya is quiet for a moment, observing his troubled expression, and gently runs her fingers through his blond bangs. She loves the curtain bangs on him. “How did you manage to ask for an off schedule trip so fast?”
“I didn’t ask.” He shrugs. “I would’ve loved to see them try and stop me leaving for this. We’re still people, you know?” he says, squeezing her hand. “We have emergencies.”
She cracks a hollow smile. “It could have been worse. Oh, and -” She exhales. “They broke the frame.”
He frowns. “What frame?”
“The silver Vera Wang one that we got in New York.” She lowers her eyes apologetically. “It was on the shelf by the TV and they - one of them picked it up and when they ran out, it fell -” Unexpectedly, her eyes sting at the image of the broken artefact. “I’m sorry.”
Namjoon sighs and pulls her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her head under his chin. “You really had me worried there for a moment,” he mutters, kissing the top of her head.
“It was a beautiful frame,” she sniffles.
But he shakes his head. “I love you,” he murmurs simply.
He repeats the words throughout the day. Their conversations become sparse, with both of them tired and sleep-deprived, yet staying as physically close as they can. Kaya can’t blame him; on some level, she knows how he feels. Being far away and out of control is nerve-wracking, even in theory, but after something like this, she doesn’t want to downplay his concern.
She joins him in the shower when he visibly hesitates leaving her in the living room. There’s no sex; they simply stay together, quiet and tactile under the running water where he murmurs I love you into her wet hair, saying nothing else. It’s the same while they order lunch and when she shows him the broken frame. He touches the scratched edge and tilts his head at her, as if to let her know this is the least of his worries, before kissing her forehead. I love you.
For the first time in their relationship, she’s on the verge of asking him to stay a little longer, concert be damned. She knows she won’t, but she lets herself imagine that she does, that he might stay back with her so that her studio apartment won’t feel so empty and inviting to strangers looking to break in. By the evening, Kaya has managed to hold her tongue and just make the best of whatever time she has with him, full of gratitude that he took a seven hour flight from New York at a moment’s notice just for her.
She wishes she could tell him that, but he seems far away in his thoughts. He’s quiet for longer periods of time while his hold on her only becomes more pronounced. Kaya isn’t sure how much of it is guilt and how much of it is anxiety, but she lets him process it at his own pace, content for now to simply let him hold her and to be held.
It’s late in the evening when Kaya gets woken by a shrill sound. Her eyes snap open and she jerks up from where her head was on Namjoon’s chest, sighing when he quickly silences his phone.
“Sorry, sorry - go back to sleep…”
“No…” She checks her own phone and groans. “Damn it, I’ve been asleep for an hour?”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, tugging her back to her original position. “You must be tired. I dozed off, too.”
“Yeah, but you’re leaving soon. I don’t want to -” She breaks off and brushes her hair off her face, already recognising the signs of missing him for another handful of weeks.
Namjoon simply purses his lips, but doesn’t say anything more. He looks sad, too; she can’t tell if he wants to talk about it, but she supposes this is just one of those things that mean more when they aren’t uttered out loud.
She squeezes his shoulder before getting off his lap. “I’ll go see what I have for dinner,” she says, gesturing to the kitchen. “Or we may have to order in again.”
“Kaya.”
She turns to see him swing his legs off the couch and sit up straight, his elbows resting on his knees. “Yeah?”
“We need to talk.” He bites his lip. “About last night. About… what really happened. The root cause of it.”
Kaya folds her arms across her chest, knowing this would come up eventually. In fact, she can’t help but appreciate that he hasn’t brought it up even once yet.
“Yeah, I know,” she sighs and swallows. “The front door. You were right, Namjoon. About everything. In fact -” She shrugs hugely, as though bracing herself for it. “I officially give you permission to say ‘I told you so’.”
To her surprise, Namjoon shakes his head. “Come on, I don’t want to say that. That’s not the root cause I’m talking about.” He pauses. “They broke into your house.”
Kaya frowns. “You - you want me to move?” All of a sudden, her apartment feels like the safest place in the world. “I don’t - I don’t think that’s necessary. It’s not like my address is public - plus, this is campus housing. It’s subsidised. I don’t even know if I can afford anything that’s -”
“Kaya, honey -” Namjoon interrupts her, his eyes pleading. “That’s… that’s not the root cause either. You know it’s not.”
She’s stumped now. There’s a nagging voice at the back of her mind that tells her the answer is obvious, that it’s right there, but there’s nothing logical that presents itself to her, not even when he sighs and hangs his head. She’s never seen him this upset; it triggers an automatic surge of concern in her that makes her want to reach for him.
Something stops her, though. Namjoon isn’t speaking anymore, as if he physically can’t voice the words. His eyes are beseeching her to understand and it’s not until she notices how his eyes are filling up that it hits her chest like a cricket ball.
“No,” she mutters, realising only a moment later that she’s spoken out loud. “No. You can’t possibly - no.” Kaya shakes her head and takes a step back, refusing to even entertain this train of thought. “Just… no. I’m going to see what’s for dinner and then we can talk about whatever insane idea you think you’re -”
“Kaya -”
“No!” she interrupts, her lower lip already trembling because he can’t, he can’t be serious. “What is wrong with you? How can you even think of suggesting this? How could you -” But she breaks off because he isn’t arguing back. Why isn’t he arguing back? He doesn’t say a word, simply looking up at her with so much pain, so much sadness and guilt at her reaction that it tears at her insides because he’s serious.
“I love you,” he says quietly, and it sounds like the end.
—
Summer in Amsterdam is sunny, always. Tulips are in full bloom, tourists are taking pictures everywhere, and it’s colourful shorts and bicycles and gelato. The sun is up until late, late in the evening and the weather is dry and warm with just the slightest chill in the night.
Today, in an usual turn of events, it’s raining. It’s April in Amsterdam and it’s raining, hard enough that the clouds have taken over the erstwhile blue sky and the city is a colourless, soulless grey.
Kaya stares at Namjoon, using everything she has in her to keep her composure. “What,” she begins, her voice low and shaking, “the hell are you talking about?”
Namjoon sighs, looking resigned. “I can’t do this,” he whispers. “I can’t be the reason something like this happens to you. What if you’d gotten hurt? I would never be able to forgive myself.”
“So this is about you.”
He doesn’t take the bait. “This is about you. And you’re not safe - and that’s because of me.”
“It is not because of you. It’s because of whoever betrayed my confidence and revealed my identity - how can you take that upon yourself?” she demands.
“Because none of this would’ve happened if you were dating a normal person!” he blurts loudly, and Kaya doesn’t even want to ask how long he’s been thinking this. “Hiding and lying and - and - and now this! Kaya, they broke into your house!” he repeats. “Anything could have happened. I cannot be the reason you get hurt, baby - I just can’t.”
“You are not!” she cries, so scared now because he isn’t backing down. “None of this was your fault - and how in the world is this the answer?”
“You said it yourself,” he points out, clearly ready for this question. “They backed off the moment you told them I was single. They just need confirmation - I can put out a statement and this whole thing can just - just go away!”
“So lie!” she exclaims incredulously. “Just lie! We don’t have to actually break up for that to happen.”
Namjoon gives her a look. “They found out where you live. You think they won’t find out if we’re lying?”
Kaya blinks back tears. “They may not. Shouldn’t we at least try? Instead of relying on a statement that gets put out in a week or - or whenever your PR team decides is the best time for your tour?”
But he shakes his head. “That won’t be a problem. I spoke to them at the airport and they said if I give a go-ahead, they can have it released in twelve hours or maybe even lesser if I tell them in advance -”
“Wait, wait, wait. Hang on.” She holds up a hand, feeling a pit of anger starting to pool in her stomach. “You’ve already spoken to your team?”
Namjoon pauses. “I -” He looks taken off guard. “I mean… I had to ask before I -”
“Oh, my God,” she whispers, taking a step back, away from him. “You came here to break up with me?”
“No! No - God, Kaya, I came here because -”
“I thought you came here for me,” she interrupts, a horrible, terrible realisation washing over her. “I thought you came here because you were worried - but you just came here to break up with me?”
“Of course I came here for you,” he states firmly, walking over to her now. “You have no idea what kind of things went through my mind when you called me last night. Kaya, I will drop everything for you in a second - you know that. But that includes us, too,” he says after a moment, softer this time. “If it’s to keep you safe.”
“You are so full of it,” she mutters, avoiding his hand reaching for her and stepping back again. “That’s such bullshit. Tell me - how many people knew about our break-up before I did? If you’ve been planning this since before you even got here?”
“It’s not like that. This wasn’t an easy decision for me either, but I don’t know what else to do!”
But Kaya shakes her head. Her initial shock and desperation has been replaced with anger - pure and simple anger at him, for spending all day with her when he knew this entire time that this was what he was intending to do.
“Fine.” She shrugs, clenching her jaw to stop herself from crying. “Do what you have to. But if you’re expecting me to - to beg you to stay, that is not happening.”
“I don’t want you to beg -” Namjoon looks up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly and swallowing before meeting her eyes again. “I just want you to understand why I’m doing this because it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, baby,” he implores, reaching for her face. “I don’t know how else to fix this except to leave and let you live your life -”
“Then, go.” She knocks his hands away and pushes him back by the shoulders. He barely moves but his expression is stung. She knows he’s holding back tears, too, but she’s so angry and so hurt and she hates him so she doesn’t bother caring about his pain right now.
“Kaya -”
“What are you waiting for? Pack your shit and leave, now!” She pushes him back again, sniffing. When he doesn’t move, she pushes him back again, harder. “Go!” she cries, her voice trembling.
Namjoon looks as though he’s about to say something but evidently decides against it. His eyes fall to the floor and he rubs at his eyes before turning around and going back into her room where he’d dragged his duffel bag earlier in the day. He shuts the door behind him, although whether it’s to give himself privacy or her, she isn’t sure.
The sound of the door closing reverberates within her, though, and she stares after him, wanting to hold on to the anger and rage at how he’s giving up on them but it doesn’t last. She sits down on the sofa in a daze, absently bringing onto her lap the cushion on which Namjoon had been resting his head just a little while ago.
Without thinking, she brings it to her face and she’s met instantly with his scent, of his shampoo and his cologne and him. With the silence in the living room and the sound of the rain outside, it suddenly hits her like a punch in the stomach that this will be the last time her apartment will ever smell of him.
The first sob comes out of nowhere but once it’s out, she’s crying. She’s careful not to be loud but burying her face in her hands, she feels her shoulders shake and her heart ache like it hasn’t in her life. It feels unreal that he would even suggest this, that he would go so far as to make arrangements - all weighed against the alternative of just staying. It hadn’t occurred to her that she was ever afraid of this, but it feels like her worst fear come true, that finally, finally, Namjoon has made his choice and she’s more stress than she’s worth.
Part of her knows it isn’t true; the image of his face when he’d silently begged her to understand what he was asking without having to say it is burned into her mind. But there’s no sympathy in her for him, not when he’s willing to give up everything including their shared future over this.
At some point, the bedroom door opens again and Kaya can hear footsteps come towards her. She looks away, resolutely staring in the opposite direction, this time not even bothering to hide her puffy face and wet eyes from him when Namjoon kneels down next to her.
“Listen,” he begins, then halts. His tone has a forced calm quality to it, as though he’s had to talk himself into keeping his composure. She isn’t fooled; he was inside her room for a long time for someone who’s barely unpacked in the half a day that he’s been here. He places one hand on her knee and the other on her back and tries again.
“Kaya, sweetheart,” he ventures, sniffing slightly and deliberately keeping his eyes on her. “Listen, you know - you know why I have to do this, right? You know I love you, you know this is not about… that, but I just -“
Kaya bites her lip, hard enough to draw blood but to keep from breaking down in front of him. She continues to look away, closing her eyes at his touch in spite of herself, feeling the tears roll down her face and doing nothing to stop them.
“I love you. Tell me you know that.” He squeezes her knee and reaches for her face again, trying to meet her eyes. “Tell me you know that, baby, because I can’t do this without you understanding why I have to.”
She can barely hear him. She thinks of the last time they’d broken up and all the things he’d promised her when they’d gotten back together, and feels her resolve break. “Oh, my God,” she whispers, dropping her face in her hands again. It’s over, she thinks. It’s all over.
“No - don’t - don’t cry - Kaya, I can’t do this without you,” he murmurs, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry, I love you, I love you so much…”
“I never should’ve told you,” she whispers, shaking her head. If she’d just kept her mouth shut instead of running to him the moment something went wrong…
“No,” he says immediately. “No, come on, that’s not the answer…” He exhales shakily, pressing his forehead to her temple. His hair brushes her cheek and the moment his lips touch her face, Kaya pushes him away and struggles out of his arms. Ignoring his pleas, she goes in the only direction available to her and storms out the front door, slamming it behind her.
Eyes blurred with tears, Kaya runs down the stairs and towards the gate when she looks ahead and halts abruptly. It’s pouring. The rain is a wall of grey before her. She’s barefoot, she doesn’t have her phone and it’s night time.
Despite everything, she thinks of how desperately worried Namjoon will be if she disappears right now and her stomach twists painfully. He can’t leave. He cannot; she can’t let him. There’s never going to be another one of him - another one of them.
Before she knows it, Kaya is running back up the stairs. For a moment outside her front door, she considers the possibility that it might not work, that Namjoon might not stay. Three years of a relationship, braving cross-country distances and timezones and the stress brought about their jobs - all to come to an end in one night.
She opens the door and steps inside to see Namjoon exactly where she’d left him, but standing up now. She just about registers the look of relief on his face before looking away again; it’s so hard to meet his eyes.
He comes to her, taking her wrists and trying, again, to make her look at him, but she resists and he keeps trying and she steps closer to him and tilts her head up and kisses him because despite it all, despite all the anger and the hurt and betrayal she loves him so, so much and she doesn’t know how else to tell him apart from pulling him closer by his T-shirt that this is it, this is everything so please, please, to just stay because there’s nowhere else for them to go but to each other.
It’s working, she thinks when he pulls her close, so close that it feels like he might never let her go. He kisses her so deeply and so desperately, his hands moving down every bit of her body that they can, from her face, to her arms, to her back and to her hair; he needs her just as much, and she can see it - he can see it. He has to know - and it’s seeming like he does.
Kaya doesn’t let up, not for a single second, not when they stumble into her bedroom or when their clothes come off in a chaotic mess. Every time he kisses her, every inch of skin he presses his lips to is with a fervour, with a hunger that gives her hope that he gets it now. He kisses every inch of her, not leaving a single bit untouched, silent but passionate. I’m not going to beg. She isn’t and besides, there are no words left to say. This is the only way she can think of asking him to stay.
But something starts feeling wrong, somewhere down the line when they’re naked and pressed against each other and his lips are on hers and he pulls away but says nothing, doesn’t whisper a single word while being inside her that she realises with a sinking heart that makes her want to cry at the ceiling that it isn’t working, that the reason he’s savouring her isn’t because he’s staying but because he’s not staying - because he thinks it’s the last time they’ll ever be together.
They lie in the darkness, too tired, too afraid to move. Namjoon’s arms are around her and his nose is pressed up against her hair. Kaya can’t see his face; she’s not sure she wants to. She suspects he may have finally broken down and if she happens to witness that, she has no faith in her own ability to stay strong.
But it’s happened anyway. It’s too late and there’s nothing else left at her disposal.
“Don’t go,” she whispers, so quiet that she’s surprised when he stiffens against her. “Please, Namjoon. Don’t do this, please,” she repeats, not caring anymore if she cries in front of him. “I love you… I love you, so please, please…”
Namjoon pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her so she’s surrounded by his skin, his scent, his love and guilt for the last time. “I love you, too,” he murmurs, and she can hear it now, clearly. He’s crying and she has no idea how to comfort him. “I love you, too much. And I can’t… I can’t…”
Kaya wraps her hands around his neck and stays there, determined to hold him because if she doesn’t let him go, how will he ever leave? The weak logic keeps her going, along with his lips against her hair and the feel of his touch against her body.
But it’s late and despite her best efforts, the stress of the day and all the lack of sleep catches up and her eyes close of their own accord and she falls asleep against him.
When Kaya wakes up the next morning, the bed is cold and she’s alone.
Her eyes flutter open and a moment later her heart stops and she sits up with a jerk. It’s as though her mind knows exactly what to look for, even if she’s not consciously searching for it. His duffel bag is gone and so are his shoes. There’s a note on her bedside table and she can recognise his English scrawl even from here.
No. It can’t be. But it is, and deep down in her heart she knows what he’s done and why he’s done it the way he has. Pulling the sheets up to her chest, suddenly feeling terribly exposed in her nakedness, Kaya reaches for her phone, still unsure what she’s looking for until she sees the notification for the Google alert for his name and feels her heart break all over again.
Amidst dating rumours, BTS RM confirms he’s single.
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I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. Novellas, poetry, fanfiction—you name it. There was always a burning desire to express what was in my heart, to tell the stories that lived in my head. However, because I’m located in the Global South, because I’m the product of several generations of law and medicine, l never let myself think that it could be anything more than a hobby only for my spare time. It wasn’t until 2020 that I took a leap of faith, quitting my office job and deferring my master’s program abroad in order to write a fantasy romance epic rooted in Southeast Asian culture, tradition, and mythology.
And now, flash forward three years, my debut novel THE HURRICANE WARS is a USA Today, Indie, and New York Times bestseller in its first week of release! This would never have been possible without: my communities, fandom and Filipino, and all the book bloggers who really showed up for this novel, who tirelessly spread the word; my brilliant agent Thao Le who’s had my back since day one; my Harper Voyager US team, who poured so much time and creative energy into THW’s publishing and campaign; and the booksellers and librarians throughout the US who advocated for an unknown brown author’s debut to have a place on their shelves. I owe it all to you!
I kind of want to cry for the girl I used to be, battling mental health issues and flitting from one degree program to the next, hoping to find the one that was fulfilling and “acceptable” at the same time, even though deep down writing was all there ever was or could be. I kind of want that girl to see into her future and say “Kaya naman pala” and wallow a bit. But I prefer to embrace this moment, in awe at the knowledge that my past has informed the voice that I now share with the world, and it is this same past that has gotten me here.
I’m proud to represent my motherland the Philippines in this achievement. I hope that in some small way this can be a step toward encouraging Southeast Asian policymakers to address the gaps in support and infrastructure for our talented local writing scenes, as well as motivating the global publishing industry to seek out more Southeast Asian writers and give our stories a platform. Onward! 💖🌩️
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And We're Live!
Bruh a Miss Kaya update? Sweet! As we've said with Academy, this blog fully stans certified good girl Miss Kaya. I love her outfit here, she was really one of this series's first more classy, modest girlies and say what you will about how Oda draws women but I'm noticing she's not one of the ones who got a Timeskip breast augmentation. Usopp's former crew look like they're growing up fast too. This is a good group, still hope we get more Kaya in Academy because I really like her as the sickly girl who doesn't make it to school all the time. Clever use of a character on Sohei Koji's part.
We can talk about Academy over Golden Week though, because Vegapunk's message is going live! Which means sadly we're done with the fun of dicking around for ten minutes. The Vega Coffee bit was so, so good though. We'll get to the ramifications as we go but first there is a reason for Miss Kaya. Take note of all these people we see, how places like Torino highlight that darker side. VP will even own up to some of his own "sins" in his message. It's a very diffuse reaction to the man. Someone who inspires a lot of different reactions. It's important to pay attention when a story does that, but let's move on:
Hahaha lol eat a dick Mars. Classic decoy maneuver. We did get the brain in a jar! In a chapter where Vegapunk "confirms" his own death and an arc where we've played this game with Kuma. Remember Mars doesn't actually know the deal, he himself is pondering a little over what counts as the real Vegapunk. So I'm inclined to ponder if it is just what we see; part of his brain serving as more or less a hard drive. As much the real him as that paw bubble of memories was the real Kuma. Shout-out to Bonney and her Giant-ish future by the way. It was cool, but pretty much reinforces the same themes. You're acting like Luffy and the crew has fully shifted to treating you (appropriately) as a little kid to watch out for.
The decoy snail though...I like it. Could it have been a long game by Vegapunk? Of course, and keeping York out of the loop is believable. But being on the floor randomly is still weird and putting it right in front of the big brain tank seems rather risky for Vegapunk. Why would he want to nudge at that connection. Get what I'm saying? This is a weirder beat than it seems, but it would make perfect sense through the lens of someone else reacting. Great way to cover one's tracks by just letting the natural assumption take course. There's one part of Vegapunk's speech that bolsters this to me:
Please do not assume that the ones who strike me down are evil. That plus what he says here? Do...not track with thinking the Gorosei would be the ones who came after him. Sounds a little more like he expected Luffy, Bonney, someone like that to take him out. Or even Lucci. It's subtle, but actually a great remind that this all has nothing to do with the Straw Hats. Remember that old theme? The extra effort from the World Government is because of an emperor drifting into the situation. You can't act so casually when the world rocks in your wake. That still seems to be the core lesson for Luffy.
Speaking of, we get another nudge at one of last night's big mysteries. How did Robin get in such rough shape? The scenes before we skip the night set it up okay, she was headed right into a confrontation with York. But it's still a lingering question. And speaking of "lingering," you have the Gorosei hammering that Bakura Town/Ryokugyu theme hard. Reminds me of someone who knows no one called Vermin. The message though, it's what we're all here for. Well, I'm here for Nami Protect Mode.
I have some thoughts about this. Not the reveal itself. Sorta what we saw with Lulusia at the start, the fallout I mean. Excellent through line with Wano and it's own history. Makes Iceberg look so cool in hindsight because he at least was a good enough leader to see it happening locally. Type of thing a shipwright-turned-politician would notice your typical noble wouldn't. Very classic looming threat, makes me think of Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou which was our world after massive sea level rise.
Let me just say one thing. This is fucking hilarious from a certain perspective. Imagine you're chilling. Doing your thing. Every PC and Windows product in the world fires up. Bill Gates is streaming live. He takes ten minutes to dick around with coffee then promptly announces his death before telling everyone their own death is imminent because [government conspiracy]. The reaction is going to be wild. Makes me think of David Bowie's "Five Years." If you're a fan, see if you can find the live version from the Dinah Shore show. You won't regret it. That Man Who Fell to Earth look was iconic and you gotta love managing a 4th wall break in a rock opera.
We've talked about this with Robonosuke, who's hanging around in the background still. This is an even better detail someone who learned a lot from Toki would know. Even if it's indirect relevance, it's the exact type of knowledge a modern scholar would find as a big surprise but a friend of the lady from the Void Century could just casually know. Maybe not a fancy sea chart, but say to the degree of a rough map?
Just saying, type of thing there's scenes to support it. The map is right there with some of the first ones that really show Kiku acting like a nanny with Momonosuke. The Act plot with Olin had a lot of subtle bait the girl's a little distinct from the group we'd build on in Act 3. Aside from all that though, just this basic setup of the chapter? We start on a few vignettes around the world showing different reactions to Vegapunk. Then we set up everyone in dire straits as Luffy's run out of gas. Injected a little new mystery through Stussy/York. Now we end on a big reveal that doesn't affect the matter at hand as we pull away from the island?
It's easy to say at a lot of points but if there's a third cutaway...we may be going into it after Golden Week.
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Bumblebee
He was the winner for my poll on which character I should share lore on first, because he was one of the quiz answers I will add his description there but first let show you the blog where I will be keeping the rest of the information for this au @ask-the-lost-hunt-team
Long post warning + Art underneath
First Bumblebees description in the quiz
"Bumblebee is an enthusiastic young bot. He has just reached age of the majority and he thrilled to be mostly on his own in New York. He loves his human partner Bri, and her honey bee farm. He is a curious and clever young bot. While the war did tare up his childhood he excited to learn and even play games with his human partner. Bee has always known his Carrier was a decepticon he's just never known who however he does know that Ratchet was his Sire and that Ratchet had Optimus raise him more. Bumblebee oftentimes feels that he is undervalued by the older bots around him and he desperately wants to prove himself. He is determined. Bumblebee starts as a yellow bug but when he notices that Bri has an eye for fancy cars he chooses a 2007 Camaro as his altmode"
Which covers the basics of Bumblebees story. Let me say Ratchet is not evil whatsoever he just didn't have time to take care of his son in between the war and his medic duties. Bots were dying he was doing what he could. He didn't mean to hurt Bumblebee, none of this was on purpose. However he did cause Bumblebee to feel under valued and that he wasn't enough to receive his sires attention and this has caused a rift between Bumblebee and Ratchet, and between Ratchet and other autobots.
Elita one specifically feels that it is 100% Ratchet's fault. She didn't want sparklings and it was unfair that Ratchet expected her and Optimus along with some other bots to drop everything and raise his son.
So Bee and Bri, Bumblebee and Bri met eachother by total accident. Like someone crashed into Bees alt mode accident. Bri went to help the people and she was shocked when the car that got hit had taken off. She followed him and saw his root mode, Bumblebee took her on as his partner and they've been friends ever since.
Bumblebee was excited when Optimus called for him and the other Autobots to meet up and he loved meeting Kaya, E, and Aiden,(Jazz, Bulkhead and Arcee's human partners)
Bumblebee hopes to make Ratchet and Optimus proud of him
When Bumblebee does meet his Carrier he's shocked by how sweet they are to him and he momentarily considers joing the Decepticons
This poor boy has parental problems
I wanted to have some bug-like attributes to Bumblebee and many Cybertroians actually have the same type of leg set up as Bumblebee. It's ment for speed and dodging, some warframes will have legs like this but usually war frames are a little more sturdier. Also Bumblebee has an extra set of arm, this is a trait he inherited from Ratchet. I'm still not in love with this design but it's getting there.
#transformers#maccadam#Bumblebee#my art#Transformers: The Lost Hunt#Elita-One mentioned#Ratchet#ratchet mentioned#lore#transformers au#Optimus prime mentioned#unnamed decepticon#tf bumblebee#transformers bumblebee#bumblebee transformers
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𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞
pairings ‣ lee jeno x female reader
genre ‣ mature content | model!jeno
written in taglish | manhandling, mention of exhibitionism, established relationship, jealous sex, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it!) | not proofread !!
👤 anonymous asked. model jeno with his model gf tapos magkasama sila sa fashion show tapos mababaliw silang dalawa kasi ang sexy nila parehas and then boom tarat tarat.
NAIMBITAHAN kayong dalawa ni jeno para sa new york fashion week and you were really glad para sa opportunity na maka attend overseas. nakasuot ka ngayon ng sexy black dress na may mataas na slit, habang si jeno ay nakasuot ng black suit na designed rin ni peter do.
except for jeno's visual, maganda rin ang katawan niya kaya naman hindi mo rin maiwasang makaramdam ng kakaiba when you saw him with the black suit – na kita ang abs at dibdib. he's not even wearing clothes underneath. and the fact that he's also wearing a heels doesn't help you.
you two really look so good together kaya naman maraming models rin ang nagpapapicture sa inyo. and that is why jeno kinda feel a little bit of jealousy. the were touching you. at dapat siya lang gumagawa non. medyo nakakaramdam din ng inis si jeno dahil sa paraan ng pagtingin nila sayo. understandable naman dahil sobrang ganda at hot mo naman kasi tingnan sa suot mo, pero kahit ganun ay hindi pa rin maiwasang mainis ni jeno.
pagkatapos na pagkatapos ng fashion show ay inaya ka agad umuwi ni jeno. gaya mo, ilang oras na rin kasi siyang nag titiis na hindi hubarin yang suot mo dahil kanina pa siga tinitigasan sayo. pag labas niyo ng kotse ay agad kang sinunggaban ng halik ni jeno. patuloy pa rin kayong naglalakad. nagulat ka man ay agad ka ding nag respond habang hinahanap ang susi ng bahay niyo sa bag mo.
nang mabuksan mo ang pinto ay agad kang binuhat ni jeno paakyat sa kwarto niyo habang patuloy ang pag lalaplapan niyong dalawa. hiniga ka sa kama at saka nag hubad ng suot.
“ang hot mo habang suot yang dress, pero mas maganda kung wala yan. take it off.” utos ni jeno sayo na agad mo namang sinunod. “bend over, baby.”
jeno spanked your ass before shoving his cock in your pretty little pussy. jeno already prepped you nung nasa kotse kayo pauwi kaya mabilis na naipasok dahil basang basa ka na.
“kanina pa ko nagpipigil na kantutin ka sa harap nila, you know that?” sabi ni jeno habang patuloy ang pagbayo sayo habang ang mukha mo naman ay nakasubsob sa unan. “want to fuck you in front of them to let them know you're mine.”
“fuck, jeno..” ungol mo nang paluin niya ang pisngi ng puwet mo. “i'm only yours..”
“that's right, baby.”
nang pareho kayong labasan ay hingal na hingal ka na. nakasubsob ka pa rin sa unan habang nag hahabol ng hininga. napapapikit ka na nga sa sobrang pagod.
“don't sleep yet, baby, hindi pa tayo tapos.”
#lee jeno smut#nct dream smut#jeno smut#nct smut#nct dream fic#nct dream imagine#lee jeno fic#lee jeno imagine#fic: fashion week
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PJO SONA/OC CAUSE @mythicalmagical-monkeyman WANTED IT I BELIEVE
(picrew cause i have zero artistic talent)
Name: Kaya Duong
Age: 12
Godly parent: Hermes
Personality: Just a happy go lucky demigod, very hyper all of the time, hasn't really encountered or fought any monsters yet so she's still a bit oblivious to all the dangers of beng a demigod
Skills: She's got a lot of childish charm, so she's a very good persuader, she's also pretty good at scamming and pickpocketing
Ethnicity: Vietnamese, born in Texas, moved to New York when she was seven
Sexuality: Fuck if she knows (unlabeled but definitely queer)
Fun facts: She plays the drums in her and her friend's garage band, she knows how to make pho from scratch, and she once got in trouble with the principal of her middle school for selling brownies on campus
YEAH THAT'S IT!!! HOPE YOU LIKE HER!!!
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New Releases Nov. 28, 2023
Anyhow, the Rabbit Is Infatuated with the Puppy by Nie
Office worker Usagi Akira lives for two things: shojo manga, and the spare moments when he can log into his favorite MMO, Tail Earth. There, his avatar is a beautiful bunny girl, and he's able to go on adventures with the charming wolf-boy Gakuto. When Gakuto asks if Akira wants to meet up IRL, Akira agrees. Sparks fly between the two guys--so Akira and Gakuto decide to date. Neither has much experience when it comes to romance, but these two are eager to figure it out together!
Bergamot & Sunny Day by Lyee Kitahala
Café worker Riku has just been dumped... again. Despite always giving relationships his all, Riku can't seem to ever make it past the three-month milestone in any relationship. And then there's Josh, the handsome, wealthy owner of the café who seems to have it all together. When Riku wakes up in Josh's bed after what he can only assume is a consolation rebound, Josh shockingly suggests continuing a no-strings-attached fling.
Fooling around with a rich man... will they drink champagne in a jacuzzi? Riku has no idea, but he's not going to turn it down!
This therapeutic BL features the ideal man who will pamper and spoil his love!
Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (novel) vol. 8 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu
FINAL VOLUME!
White No-Face’s mask is off, and the final conflict has begun. Deep in the ancient caverns and lava flows of Mount Tonglu, Xie Lian must face the one whose hatred has followed him for centuries—but this time, he won’t have to do it alone. Hua Cheng has spent his long existence amassing the power to protect his beloved Xie Lian, and with their feelings for each other out in the open, he’s found even more reason to fight and survive. In this thrilling final volume, can Xie Lian and Hua Cheng overcome the last hurdles in the way of their love?
Also included in this final volume are five short stories that expand and continue the story. Enjoy these extra tales of holiday festivities, bedside comfort, and even a birthday bash!
Limited Edition (one printing only!) of the NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLER! The blockbuster danmei/Boys' Love novels from China that inspired the animated series!
This limited Special Edition contains the Standard Edition, but with bonus merchandise shrinkwrapped to the book: a set of eight postcards, a double-sided bookmark, two folded mini posters, a sticker sheet, a lined notebook, and a papercraft standee. Don't miss the new art from guest artists included in this special merch!
Sailor Moon Naoko Takeuchi Collection vol. 5 features story and art by Naoko Takeuchi
Features the updated translation and high page count of the Sailor Moon Eternal Edition in a more affordable, portable edition. Perfect to go wherever you or the magical guardian in your life want to take it!
Teenager Usagi is not the best athlete, she’s never gotten good grades, and, well, she’s a bit of a crybaby. But when she meets a talking cat, she begins a journey that will teach her she has a well of great strength just beneath the surface and the heart to inspire and stand up for her friends as Sailor Moon!
Training Mister Sakurada by Kaya Azuma
Hajime Sakurada is thirsty—for a girlfriend and a good time. He can't get enough of women, even though they've been steadily losing interest in him since his playboy days in his 20s. The new junior in his department, Seiichiro Mibu, is hogging all the babes and the promotions, and worse, he's such a great guy, Sakurada can't even summon any jealousy. But when Sakurada awakens in a love hotel, all tied up, it's Mibu who strolls through the door. He's got a shocking revelation and plans to ruin Sakurada's whole week with a marathon of kink play and revenge! What's Sakurada to do, especially once he begins to enjoy it?
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imagine dad jeno not picking up your baby immediately as soon as he gets home tapos umiyak yung baby kasi hindi siya pinansin 😭😭😭 mana sa tatay na matampuhin kskajhsgs
CUTE HUHU I CAN IMAGINE :(
pagtapos ng schedules niya sa new york, agad na umuwi sa bahay si jeno. ang totoo nyan, hindi mo ineexpect na sa bahay siya didiretso dahil alam mong may meeting pa ito sa kumpanya pagbalik ng bansa kaya nung marinig mong bumukas ang pinto at ang boses ni jeno na inaanunsyo ang pagbalik niya, nagulat ka dahil ilang minuto ang makalipas nung magising kayo ng anak niyo at iniwan mo ito sa playpen niya sa sala. masayang naglalaro ang bata at nang marinig niya ang boses ng ama, agad siyang napatingin at nag-expect na siya ang unang pupuntahan. 11 months, turning 1 in a few weeks, kayang kaya na umupo ng anak niyong mag-isa at walang suporta.
“jeno, bakit naman kasi hindi siya ang una mong pinansin?” tanong mo sa asawa mo habang buhat-buhat ang umiiyak na bata at pinapatahan. “shh, baby... stop na, andito na si daddy oh. pakarga ka na sakanya” tangka mong iaabot ang bata kay jeno, pero mahigpit ang kapit nito sa leeg mo at binabaon ang ulo sa leeg mo. napangiti ka dahil parang si jeno tuwing nagtatampo. “ayaw mo na kay dada?”
“baby, ayaw mo na sakin? ‘di mo na love si dada?” tanong naman ni jeno, at nag-attempt na buhatin ang bata pero ayaw talagang humiwalay sayo kaya tumalikod ka kay jeno para ipagharap ang mag-ama. hinaplos ni jeno ang pisngi ng anak at napangiti, “matampuhin na bata, sorry na anak. i missed you rin”
“manang mana sa tatay niyang matampuhin”
“sus, ako?” tinaasan ka ng kilay ni jeno, at nagtaas ka rin ng iyo. “malamang, anak ko ata yan”
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Elsbeth Tascioni Fact-Finding Mission
Part 5
Elsbeth S01E02
She collects caricatures of herself and pins them on a cork board in her storage closet turned office.
Her real mission is to keep an eye on Wagner and potential signs of his corruption.
She has a potentially contentious relationship with her son. His name is Teddy!
Is she speaking from experience?
Carrot snack in her bag!
She's a fan of the "world famous dirty water dog."
She can afford a nice apartment because of her lucrative work as a defense attorney in Chicago.
Kaya's curiosity points to some more backstory forthcoming about her relationship with her son. This was a curious exchange to me. Kaya assumes she's referring to her son but if he's living in DC "visiting" would be a requirement whether she lived in Chicago or New York.
The index cards method from S07E15 of The Good Wife!
More on how she can afford a premium unit in a luxury UWS building. (Partly her work as an attorney and partly her divorce settlement.)
She's teaching herself Yiddish words.
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(—) ★ spotted!! ARTEMIS GOLDWYN on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 24 year old looks like GRACE VAN DIEN, but i don’t really see it. while the ACTRESS is known for being GENTLE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be DIMWITTED i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song POCKETFUL OF SUNSHINE by NATASHA BEDINGFIELD {she + her / cis female}
Headline
I'm walking on sunshine, wooah. I'm walking on sunshine, woooah. I'm walking on sunshine, woooah. And don't it feel good!
Stats
name: artemis goldwyn
alias : artemis könig
age: 24
nicknames: tba
date of birth: 1999
place of birth: New York (USA)
nationality : german & american
gender identity: cis woman (she/her)
sexuality: heterosexual
family : scott goldwyn (father), laura könig (mother), madeline kennedy, amity goldwyn, kaya khalid (half-sisters), atticus goldwyn (half-brother)
occupation: actress
career claim: merritt patterson (hallmark credits) & tba
net worth : tba (it's daddy's money)
spoken languages : english and german
positive traits: gentle, energetic, benevolent, flexible, insouciant, loyal
negative traits: dimwitted, gullible, predictable, dependent, passive, shortsided
characters/celebrities inspo: tba
zodiac sign : tba
Bio
Artemis is the quintessential nepo baby. Born to an actor and a model. Never struggled a day in her life. She is very sheltered and lives in her delulu reality.
She was born to superstars Scott Goldwyn and Laura König. An american actor father and a german model mother. Artemis might have been an accident and the product of a short and tumultuous relationship but her parents still loved her. They hated each others but they loved her. Which made for an interesting childhood. Scott and Laura acted like her friends and not her parents. They competed for her attention and love. Each one wanting to be the favourite. In result, Artemis never wanted for anything and was barely faced with the word no. Had she not been good-natured, they would have made a spoiled monster out of her.
Her real parental figures were her maternal grandparents in Germany and her parents' staff. They were the ones who actually had to educate her while Scott and Laura played the good cops. Artemis was homeschooled to be able to follow her parents' lifestyle. She moved around constantly between Germany and the US. While she never went to school, she spent plenty of time with other children : her neighbours, half-siblings and family friends or entourage's kids. A social butterfly, she hated to be alone and would always cling to someone.
Artemis was kind and pretty. She had that going for her and never cared about being anything else. She knew that she was not smart nor athletic nor gifted. She was just the nice one and she was content with that. As it was enough for her parents, she did not need to be more.
At fifteen, she decided that she wanted to be an actress and follow into her father's footsteps. She told everybody about her wish and got mixed reactions. After hearing many people say that she would have it easy and get roles thanks to who her dad was, she decided to use an alias. She picked her mother's name König to try to have an acting career of her own. Her parents were very supportive of her choice, even if Scott wanted to help her. They both agreed to let her do it her way.
Only it did not work out of her. Perhaps she was not hungry or hardworking enough. She did not need the money. Neither did she crave stardom. As a result, her imdb page credits were extra, guest-starring and tv movie roles. She did not really understand why her career was not picking up. The people around her were getting their big breaks. Most of her siblings and friends were doing great but not her. She was stuck playing big city girl falling in love with the lumberjack.
After watching her tenth holiday movies, her dearest daddy stepped in. He had had enough. And her nepo baby era began. Now Artemis gets cast in the movies her father produces or he uses his connections to get her roles. She let go of her alias and proudly introduces herself as Artemis Goldwyn. The media both love the cute father/daughter red carpet moments and slams her for being someone's daughter or someone's sister.
Her entourage does a wonderful job at blocking the negative press, allowing Artemis to mostly live in her perfect little world where everyone love her and is proud of her.
Career
She started her career as Artemis König. She could not land anything major. She was never the lead, nor even the supporting actress. She spent years as pretty girl #2, hospital victim, bully or yoga instructor. Eventually, she got her "big" break with Hallmark. She became a lead in television movies but nothing that would make her step on a red carpet or win an award.
It became obvious that her career was not going to be a prestigious so her father, actor and producer Scott Goldwyn stepped in. Artemis changed her name back to Goldwyn and stars in the movies her father produces. He also uses his connection to get her roles.
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Hi, this is my big long introduction post to my Transformers au Blog or essentially you should be able to look through the tags on this post to find character stuff, asks or anything else. My main blog is @icydeku14
Please interact, Spam liking, rebloging and asking questions is heavily encouraged
Also a fun little quiz to see which autobot you are https://uquiz.com/uLr1zv
Transformers: The Lost Hunt, important points
This au focuses on four different autobot pairs, the idea was to split up to hide. Each team of two has a different story as to how and why they ended up working together.
Originally the autobots split up in teams of two because their orginal base had been captured by decepticons.
This au focaus on those main eight bots and their human partners. There are relics to be found, stories to be told, secrets to shared and a lot more I hope you enjoy reading and asking about this au as much as I enjoy working on it.
The list of Autobots and their partners goes east to west
(Also the human with Jazz, her name is different than on the quiz because her name on the quiz was the nickname my friend gave her and I forgot it wasn't her actual name (whoops))
In New York
Bumblebee and Bri
Jazz and Kaya
In Michigan
Arcee and Aiden
Bulkhead and "E"
In Nevada
Elita-One and Emma
Iornhide and Jonathan
In Oregon
Moonracer and Mason
Wheeljack and Cadence
The main Decepticon threats
Knockout
Breakdown
Bludgeon
Starscream
Thundercracker
Skywarp
Shadowstriker
#Transformers: The Lost Hunt#bulkhead#Bumblebee#Jazz#Elita-One#Moonracer#Wheeljack#Arcee#Iornhide#Knockout#Breakdown#Shadowstriker#Starscream#Thundercracker#Skywarp#Bludgeon#ironhide
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↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺ obsessed - mariah carey 0:01 ❍──── 4:28
( kaya scodelario, cis woman, she/her ) — 🎬 just announced, AMELIA COSTA HEART has been cast as CHARLOTTE YORK in the upcoming SEX AND THE CITY reboot. the twenty six year old is trending as people are debating if the vintage chanel sunglasses that once belonged to her mother, glasses of champagne that are sipped a bit too quickly, walks around new york with a shakespeare & co tote bag, smudged makeup, being the inspiration behind more than one song that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them intellectual, but internet trolls think they’re more manipulative. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about her life as a broadway child star will let people to know them better.
basics:
full name: amelia costa heart
nicknames: amy, ames, occasionally ellie
gender: cis woman
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: bisexual
age: twenty six
ethnicity: brazilian-american, white
hometown: new york city
residence: has both a mansion in l.a. and a fashionable apartment in new york, though she has a clear predilection for her hometown
personality:
traits: intelligent, loyal, romantic, confident, obsessive, manipulative, selfish, occasionally self destructive
mental health: has been struggling with depression and anxiety since childhood, but has it mostly under control nowadays
physical health: could be better, since the cigarettes and alcohol mostly tip the balance over her good exercise routine and eating habits
hobbies: is an avid reader and writer. likes to play tennis or go riding on her free time
character inspo: blair waldorf (gossip girl), charlotte york (sex and the city), venetia catton (saltburn)
family:
mother: clara costa, a famous brazilian writer who wote many acclaimed broadway plays and prestige television shows
father: james heart, from an old money new york family
siblings: none
pets: two ragdoll cats called pippin and merry
bio:
amy doesn't really remember when she started acting. she played a baby on one of her mothers tv shows when she was barely a year old, though played is really an exaggeration. at six years old she was already starring in a broadway play, which led to a series of musicals such as annie, the sound of music and matilda.
the peak of her career as a child star was at 13, when she was cast in a brand new movie version of the wizard of oz, as dorothy gale. though amy remembers the movie clearly, it also stands very solidly as the end of her childhood, and the start of a much more troubled part of her life.
amy's entire family has a troubled history of mental illnesses, and by 15 she started heavily self medicating and drinking to deal with a newfound explosion in fame. she always loved dancing and the crowded, barely lit atmosphere of hot new york clubs provided her a decent escape from her own overactive mind.
her teenage years were marked by incredibly successful movies, scandalous affairs with more than one musician and parties that lasted for several days. it was also marked by the sudden and tragic death of her grandmother the day she turned 20. amy was so out of it her parents were only able to contact her two days later. that's when she decided to get her shit together.
amy took a break from acting, got a literature degree in yale, published a book about her life and then another one, not about her life. she came out of hiding a much less self destructive person, though old habits die hard.
the sex and the city reboot was a bit of a one eighty as far as projects go. after the wizard of oz amy become known for high brow indie projects, but the tv show proved to be exactly what she needed.
personality
like many born and raised rich girls, amy can have an over-inflated ego. it's not really her fault, and if you can get past that then you'll see a very sweet and caring person. she just so happens to think the world is her personal country club.
she likes to party and is not ashamed of it. though she is quite more restrained than she was as a teenager, it's not hard to find pap pics of her and her friend on a night out.
is quite intellectual and likes to discuss books and movies with anyone who has half a mind to engage with her rantings. though she tends to be a bit of a know-it-all.
a part of her is still obsessed with childlike ideals of friendship and romance, which means she is loyal to a fault. she tends to get caught up in people, even when they're clearly bad for her.
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A new performer from New York, Britney!
Hazal Kaya as Esra, S1EP03 | Midnight at the Pera Palace (2022)
dir. Emre Şahin
#midnight at the pera palace#pera palas'ta gece yarısı#hazal kaya#turkishedit#netflixedit#dailynetflix#perioddramagif#perioddramaedit#turkish series#peraedit#gifs#m!
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