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Can’t wait for the sign to destroy the last shreds of my sanity tomorrow. I didn’t need it anyways
#you’ve seen the teaser images you know exactly what I’m talking about#and after the emotional devastation that was last twilight today I think it’s safe to say that I#will simply not make it#i have accepted my fate#the sign#the sign the series
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I've never really requested anything so I might be doing this wrong but 2 from angst and 9 from fluff would be cute with Matty, like he wakes up from a dream of you kicking his ass in hockey or something silly like that and just tells you that you two can't be friends
"We can't be friends anymore" - Matthew Tkachuk
It is to nobody's surprise that Matthew likes to sleep in. Especially in days when he doesn't have a game or morning skate. Like, that man is able to sleep until 5 pm if you let him.
But, when you also have a day off (of college or work), even though you wake up slightly earlier than him, you also sleep in. So, you can say that the love for sleeping is mutual in your relationship.
Opposite to Matthew, though, is that you do get up usually when you really need to go to the bathroom or your body is just growling for food. Which tends to be a tad bit too early for Matthew’s liking.
Matthew usually wakes up when you get up to do either of those, but he falls right back asleep when you're out of reach.
And that's exactly when he hates sleeping in.
Whenever he wakes up, even if it's just for a split second, and goes back to sleep, he has the weirdest of dreams. Not always nightmares, sometimes they are kind of terrifying but they’re mostly just weird.
And today, while you were making your breakfast, or, should you say, lunch, he was sleeping peacefully under the covers and over the overly comfortable bed. While, in his dream, battling against you in a game of hockey.
When the food was ready, you walked back to the bedroom just to check if Matt would already be awake and maybe if he would be willing to get up and eat something.
And that’s when you've wanted to have recorded walking in your bedroom because the image was just hilarious.
Matthew was sitting up, fully awake. His eyes widened, he had a slight scowl of confusion written on his face, his hair was a bigger mess than you've ever seen it before, and his mouth was left slightly agape.
When he did notice you by the doorway, he didn't even blink before saying.
"We can't be friends anymore."
To say you were confused was a large understatement, because...
"Matthew," You started, "We've been dating for three years. What do you mean?"
He closes and reopens his mouth, like a fish trying to breathe out of the water, and scrunches up his face, looking back at you after looking down at the carpet of your bedroom.
"I- Do-do you know how to skate?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side as he says it.
"Yeah, a bit.” You say, “I’ve skated with you a tone of times before, why?"
You make your way towards the bed and take a seat at the end of it, giving him probably the largest look of confusion ever.
"And..." He hesitates for a second, "Have you ever played hockey?"
Now you were even more confused.
"No? I mean-" Matthew sends you a look of pure fear, "Not ever competitively, just as a joke between friends."
You mean street hockey, of course. You've been out with your drunk friends a few times, walking around the streets of Calgary as a young adult and deciding 'hey, let's play hockey!'.
You don't even own a stick, you just used one of the stick bins close to the street rinks and a rock as a puck. You honestly only own skates.
"And did you win?"
"Matthew, what-"
"Did you win?"
You stare back at his bright eyes, even though swollen from sleep, they looked so awake it's starting to be terrifying.
"Uh..." You hesitate and Matthew feels his whole body tense up, "Yeah?"
"Oh god." He whispers to himself in complete panic.
Matthew brings his hands up to his head in disbelief, gripping onto his hair tightly while closing his eyes as if to not look at you.
"What's going on with you?" You ask him, confused.
Have you done something wrong? And if you did, why did it have to do with you knowing how to skate or play hockey? Especially, why is he questioning you now that he just wok-
"I had a dream about us." He starts to explain. "And, god..." He whispers his last words.
As Matthew fights with his mind, you look at him quizzically. Was it a nightmare? But again, why hockey?
"I had a dream about us," He restarts, letting his hands fall by his sides, "We were like in a rink playing around. And-and out of fucking nowhere, we both had like teams and a god damn audience..."
You blink at him.
"It looked like the damned playoffs, it was that intense." He adds.
"Were we in the same team at least?" You ask him.
He shakes his head, eyes widening again almost as if trying to say, 'oh absolutely fucking not'.
"You, and your god damn team, were destroying me." He explains, emphasizing the word, "I'm talking: slamming me against the boards nonstop, you would trip me all the time but NEVER go into the box."
Matthew stares at the wall as if to try and remember every detail and you bite your lips not to smile, but it goes noticed.
"You even high-sticked me in the mouth!" He now looks at you again, "And I lost a tooth!"
You bring your hand up to your mouth to control your upcoming laughter and Matthew just sends you a glare.
"Was it your front tooth?" You ask playfully, just making his glare worsen.
You were making fun of him!
"Oh, is this funny to you?" He asks, "Because... Just so you know, it was terrifying to me."
You lay your hand over his leg, which is still under the covers, comfortingly and decide not to hide your smile anymore.
"I'm just making the important questions." You shrug, "Now... Was it your front tooth?"
He stays silent for a few seconds and then lets out a sigh.
"Yeah, it was my front tooth." He whispers, almost as if disappointed with himself.
"Awn." You awe at him and his little sad tone and you get up from the end of the bed.
You sit beside Matt, facing him, and he continues to send you a glare, this time a lighter one.
"No need to worry about my hockey skills like that, Matty." You say teasingly, laying your hand over his naked shoulder, "I know it's hard to accept it, but, sometimes the talent just resides on others."
His glare falls as he looks at you with complete and utter disbelief and you smile brightly at him.
"What? You don't think I could beat you in a game of hockey?" You tease further, "Baby, that dream was just a teaser of the real thing."
Before you could even register that you've ended your sentence, Matthew takes a hold of your hips and lifts you up ever so slightly before throwing you on the center of the bed.
You laugh at he does it and he quickly moves to hover over you, yanking the covers from his legs and laying in between your legs while holding himself up by his arms.
"You're evil." He tells you seriously as you continue to smile brightly at him. "Absolutely vile!"
You giggle as he says the words and your hands lay on his warm shoulders.
Matthew has an idea, and in that split second, he snuggles into your neck, letting his beard tickle you effortlessly, and his hands rest over your sides, over your ribs tickling crazily.
Your laughter feels the room as he lays kisses over the skin of your shoulder and neck, while you try to smack his hands away.
"Wai- wa- wait!" You try to plead in between giggles, "Stop please!"
Matt laughs with you as he continues and your giggles continue to bounce off the walls in the bedroom. The smile on his face is as large as yours, and if you weren’t fighting for air right now, you would be just admiring it.
Out of nowhere, Matthew stops abruptly, letting you finally gasp for air.
"I couldn't breathe!" You squeak at him as he sits back on his knees to stare at you, "My god..." You take a deep breath.
"Take that as half of your punishment." He says while pointing at your out-of-breath self.
"For what?" You lay your hand over your chest.
"Everything you just told me!" He says like it's obvious, "And for beating me in hockey."
I wrote this in like half an hour... Hope you guys like it!
#Matthew tkachuk#matthew tkachuk imagine#matthew tkachuk imagines#matthew tkachuk x reader#matthew tkachuk fanfic#hockey imagines#hockey imagine#nhl imagines#nhl imagine
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Hey love, hope you're having a nice day
My mom strongly believes Taemin has a thing for using some sort of element to cover his head in most of his MVs. Obviously we're both too dumb to catch the symbolism (if any) so I thought why not ask someone who knows?
So what do you think? Is there any deep reason behind the head bags or is it just an aesthetic thing?
anon!!!! mwah!!! i'm having a better day because you sent this in!!!!
your mom is right, taemin absolutely has a thing for covering his head, specifically his face! you can see masks and/or veils (under the cut):
in the hit the stage performance of sayonara hitori
in the offsick concert teaser
in the nippon budokan performance of i’m crying
in the move mv here (there are several shots from this scene), and here
in the want mv here
there’s a quick shot of him pulling off a veil in criminal
and of course, advice. and again.
also some other images:
1. from the ngda act 1 promo photos
2. from the 2kids promo photos
3. from the move album scans
4. the cover of ngda act 2 messiah version
5. an actual bag over his head in the criminal mv
6. from the most recent short vcr in the ngda beyond live
7. from the sayonara hitori album scans
this is not an exhaustive list because i know i’ve missed some; i'm 80% sure there was a mask with the red outfit in the ngda act 1 scans but this is enough examples i think to show that it’s definitely deliberate. and i'm not even bringing up all the times he physically covers his face with a body part or it’s obscured through an effect, because then we gotta talk about the famous choreography, the idea choreography, the just me and you vcr, and countless promo photos and album scans from essentially every era in his entire solo career.
the backbone of the kpop industry in its current state is the idols' faces. human nature has proven time and time again that the easiest way to catch an audience is through a pretty face (by whatever the standards are at the time), and in an industry built on militant commercialism, of course the emphasis is going to be on those faces. you can see it in every bit of content. turning physical albums into mass collectibles, with multiple versions, giant photobooks, photocards. an idol’s face IS their uniform. when an idol doesn’t want to be seen, what's the first thing they do? cover their face. (and people still take pictures of them anyways). i’ve seen countless times on vlives and ig lives where an idol is wearing a mask and there will be a stream of “show us your face <3”’s until they do. their face is their brand. every decision a stylist, a publicist, a company makes is to optimize exactly how beautiful they can make their idols look, because that’s by and large what the fans want. obviously it's a product of the larger trend in unattainable beauty standards fueled by social media, but i'm not going to talk much about that, because it's a lot. if you’ve followed me for long enough (probably just for more than a few days tbh, since i talk about it constantly), you’ll have noticed that i'm a huge proponent of ‘ugly’ hair trends, and i'm a huge proponent of ugly styling in general. when idols have to be fashion models as well as inhuman performing machines, you’re setting them up to everything that plagues that industry as well, which means massive complexes about their faces and bodies, in the most mild of terms.
‘ugliness’ has freedom in it. part of the reason why i’ve gone extra insane for advice as a whole is because it IS ugly. taemin’s extensions ARE awful. his hands are blackened and dirty the whole mv, and so are portions of his body. he’s visibly flaunting his real tattoos*, which are still deeply stigmatized in the east. we see him get in a car crash. in arguably the most flattering/conventionally attractive outfit, he’s got heavy mascara tear tracks. the song isn’t particularly melodic, the choreography is childish and jerky, the lyrics directly call out the people that treat him like an object. and of course, the mask. all of these are cracks in the facade, confronting us, on purpose, with the crumbling of his perpetually pretty, perfect persona. he's hurt, he's angry, he's got his hands deep in the grime of living in the public eye that the public refuses to see, and now he's going to smear it all over himself until you DO see it. at the end of the mv his triumph is not that he washes himself clean, but that he paints overtop. gesso on an old canvas; a fresh start, but fundamentally informed by the things underneath.
taemin uses masks as a way to deface himself. both in the literal sense of removing his face from the equation but also in the synonomic sense of the destruction, the obliteration, the vandalization of himself. of his brand. known as sm’s pretty boy since he was 14, who is he if he doesn’t have his face?
as a general device the masks are an entreaty to address him on his own artistic merit. but they do often have specific meanings within their contexts. in the i’m crying performance it is to remove himself as an entity all together; he is anonymous now, an unseen narrator to the performers on stage.** in move and want it’s for emphasis on his body; proof that he can still ensnare you with his limbs alone. pulling off the veil/reversing it back on in criminal as a revealing/concealing of the two sides of himself on display in the mv. the literal suffocation of one of those sides with a plastic bag. the voice in idea says ‘you are my messiah,’ but the cover of the album denies confirmation of that identity.
there’s more to be dug into here, especially with the ngda act 2 photos but i’d have to go back through my catholic iconography notes again and this would be a lot longer than it already is. i’m also looking at this from a western perspective, there are undoubtedly double meanings specific to a korean context that i haven’t clocked. but that’s the reason i love his work so much! it stands up to a lot of rigorous analysis and there’s always going to be something that i don’t catch right away, something more to learn.
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* we learned like yesterday that his hip tattoo is a peony, which he named as symbolizing freedom. peonies tend to have primarily positive meanings across east asian cultures, but in victorian floriography, they mean shame and sometimes anger.
** this style of performance is very common in cirque du soleil shows, especially the older ones from the early 2000s. it's pretty common to have a ballad or operatic singer featured as a ‘narrator’ to a specific story section of routine. i’m sure this is probably frequent in other places as well, but i’m naming cirque specifically because that’s where i’ve seen it the most, and also because there is an actual circus performer on stage during this. plus there’s a guy in a pierrot costume, who is probably the most famous clown***. (although the costume is technically wrong because pierrot is supposed to be unmasked. (ironic plays loudly in the distance))
*** clown of the technical variety and not clown of the honk honk birthday variety.
#taemin#im not just saying i like ugly hair because i have a neon orange mullet with an undercut#but also i do have a neon orange mullet with an undercut so that should give you a pretty good indication of my opinions#frankly im just for ugly clothes in general because im tired of looking at the same types of faces/outfits/whatever#thats been propagated by instagram and tiktok#also by celebrity culture and beauty standards in general#that being said none of what taemin is doing is actually ugly ugly#he definitely has waaaaay too much pride to deface himself physically that far and i doubt sm would ever allow it#this is just looking at his public persona and how it interacts with his art#his solo career in particular i think you would be hard pressed to find anything of shinee's that covers their faces#the odd concept photos are the only ones i can think of that come close#i think youd be hard pressed to find any group that willingly has covered or distorted faces in their main promotional material#without the purpose of like 'oh who is this going to be~~~' surprise type reveals#ok tags and the post are very long now i will stop#anon please give your mom a kiss for me i think it sweet you talk about kpop with her!!!#taemin meta#kpop analysis#text#anonymous#fun additional fact about me which is very indicative of my current path in life#i used to make my parents tape cbc broadcasts of cirque shows#those tapes and art attack were the only tv i watched with any consistency until i was like#12#i didnt watch a single disney movie until i was like 14 maybe?#did watching only art attack and cirque irreparably fuck me up as a child? yea probably#but at least i dont have a sentimental relationship to the disney corporation so i won in the long run#kpop questions#group analysis
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Playing House - Part 11.1
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A/N: Shorter than usual, at 1203 words, it’s gotten harder to write around here and all I have to offer you this week is a nice, enticing teaser. Hope it sparks a little excitement!
And thank you SO MUCH to all the fans that submitted their ideas for what Hvitserk is like at parties!! Hope you enjoy seeing your little details reflected here!
Hvitserk. You remember him from one party last year. Hvitserk doesn’t go to your school, so it wasn’t like anyone besides his brothers already knew him, but man, he just ran that room. His smile was infectious, he was a killer on the dance floor, and when he called out ‘body shots’ just about everyone in attendance followed him into the kitchen. You can still picture the shape of his luscious mouth as he leaned in to lick salt off the nearest girl. By the end of the night, you had been part of a select group gathered around the couches, listening to him philosophize about all the things he’d learned backpacking across Europe. He’d even convinced the host to let him smoke his hand-rolled cigarettes indoors, with nothing but his charming smile and a little lingering eye contact. Suffice it to say, you’re looking forward to getting to know him better.
You have no idea how Ivar or Ubbe are going to introduce your role to him. Like, what would they even say? “Yes, this is our roommate, who we take turns fucking, and also she cleans the house, and cooks for us, and maybe if you ask her really nicely she’ll let you play the game too?”
Turns out, they must not have figured out what to say, either. When Hvitserk comes sweeping in with a big rucksack and an even bigger smile, they remind him of your name but that’s about all the introduction you get. His friendly eyes land on you with warm interest, but nothing in that gaze suggests that he’s already been told about the dirty things you all get up to around here. “Y/N, yes, I remember. We were at that party together, right?”
You’re quite surprised that he would remember you. You hadn’t been very talkative. “Yeah, I think so.” Play it cool. Given that you’d seen him coming out of two different bedrooms over the course of that night, adjusting his clothes and each time jumping right back into the party with a fresh drink and a fresh smile, you’d assumed your memory would have been quite overshadowed.
“You play the new FIFA, dude?” Ubbe asks, pulling his brother’s attention away. “We just got it.”
Hvitserk makes a scoffing noise. “I’m undefeated, bro.” He drops the rucksack on the floor in the living room and hops onto the couch.
Your eyes linger on the bag. You’re not even really sure if they had already hammered out the sleeping arrangements, either. The third bedroom is yours, now, but maybe you’ll sleep with one of the boys tonight, and Hvitserk will still take that bed? You should probably go change the sheets on it, just in case.
Ivar follows you. Leaning against the wall beside the doorway, he watches you stripping the linens. Amusement sparkles behind his eyes.
“What,” you ask.
“You like him.”
You bend across the bed, pretending to have trouble with the corner of the bottom sheet just to hide your flustered face. “Not…not more than you.”
You catch Ivar’s proud smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Not more than me. I like that. Good. But,” he pronounces, “you have a crush.”
You roll the stripped sheets into a ball in front of your stomach. “Your brother’s a charmer. Last time he came around, I think everyone had a crush on him.” You flick your eyes casually, innocently, up toward the ceiling. “Maybe I’ll set him up with Sonya while he’s in town.”
Ivar just nods, continuing to gaze intently at you. He nudges his elbow at the sheets. “You’re giving up your bed.”
“Far as I can tell,” you say, hugging the linens in a little tighter, “all the beds in this apartment are kind of mine.”
Ivar leans in, enjoying your sass. “Then I wonder which one you’ll be sleeping in tonight.” Somehow he makes that sound like a threat.
You transform your thrill into a smile and an enigmatic shrug, moving toward the door to get some fresh sheets.
Ivar makes you pause with a hand on your hip. “I want you to be an excellent hostess for Hvitserk,” he instructs. He nods toward the ball of sheets in your arms. “When you’re done with that, why don’t you go out there and get them some drinks, and snacks.” His eyes flit across your face, idly admiring. “Treat him…like he lives here too.” And then he taps your butt to dismiss you.
You’re a bit flushed as you head to the linen closet. That was a signal that Ivar wants you to cut Hvitserk in on the thrall arrangement too, right? Although if so, you wonder why he won’t just come out and say exactly that. Hm. Maybe he wants it to be your choice. Wouldn’t be right for him to just order you to sleep with someone, anyway. This way he’s kind of just giving you the option, isn’t he.
That is, of course, if Hvitserk is even interested. It already feels insane that two gorgeous guys want to sleep with you at the same time. How likely is it that you’d attract a third? Especially someone with the charm and pull that Hvitserk has. You’ve seen it; that boy can, and did, have any girl he wanted. Certainly he’s not desperate for any handouts.
By the time you’ve finished tidying your bedroom, getting it ready for a stranger’s use, and then gone to the kitchen to set some fresh beers and snack selections on a tray, you’ve talked yourself out of doing anything to catch Hvitserk’s attention when you bring it out. Not that you really know anything about seduction, anyway. Couldn’t be a flirt if you tried. Your style is mostly just to pine, and wait, and do as you’re told, isn’t it.
And this is what Ivar told you to do. There is a sort of submissive little thrill in setting that tray down in front of your guest. Showing him a level of service that is unusual, although not entirely out of place. Undercover subbing. “Here,” you say, although you don’t really expect to get the boys’ attention away from the rapidly-shifting images on the screen, “I brought out some things I thought you might like.”
To your surprise, Hvitserk meets your eyes as you look up from the tray. “Thanks, y/n, that’s really sweet of you.”
Have you ever met one of those guys that just, makes really amazing eye contact? Like you almost have to close your eyes and look away, because he’s just so warm, and confident, and seems like truly interested in you as a person, even though he can’t possibly be because he’s just too damned hot it’s like trying to look directly at the sun…yeah. Hvitserk’s one of those. You’re not even sure what kind of silly little response you mumble back to his praise.
“Gooooooooooal!” Ubbe shouts, saving you from the moment. “In your face, dude!”
Oh no. Did you distract Hvitserk too much from the game?
“That’s alright, dude,” Hvitserk replies, pausing to actually wink at you. “You can have one goal before I crush you. I want you to feel like you had a chance.”
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Hunting for Gems
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When Ash Island is forced to participate as a producer for the latest season of Show Me the Money, he knows it won't be easy. But when his partner is you, a rising producer from H1GHR, maybe it won't be as bad as he thought.
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As you stand before the door to the waiting room, heart thudding loudly in your chest, you think back to when the KIFF boys were in your studio eating cake a week ago.
“What am I supposed to do?” you slap Rohan’s arm vigorously as you panic. “How am I supposed to act around him?” The rest of the boys had already left, allowing you to freak out in relative privacy.
You’ve been an avid fan of Ash Island since his days on High School Rapper 2. Once he started releasing music, your infatuation with him only increased. When Jay informed you that you’d be working with him for the entire season of Show Me the Money, your brain immediately worked itself into a frenzy. On one hand, you were excited to meet someone whose music you loved. On the other, how were you expected to function properly next to him with the entire world watching through a camera?
“Okay, first thing you need to do,” Rohan starts, “is stop hitting me! You may be weak, but if you hit me enough it starts to sting okay? And second, just be normal? Act how you usually do.” He makes it sound so easy, as if you won’t die on the spot the moment the two of you make eye contact.
“That is under the assumption that I am able to think with him sitting next to me. And alright, let’s say I am actually capable of saying more than two words in his presence, what if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m weird or annoying?” You’ll be crushed if this person that you’ve admired for so long decides he doesnt like you.
“Then he’d be a good judge of character?” You hit Rohan even harder. “Ow! Relax, I was just kidding. Look, I’ve known the guy for a couple years now, and he has no right to call someone else weird. Plus, he’s one of the chillest guys I know. You’ll be fine. From what I’ve seen recently, the only time you need to be worried is when the cameras are on.”
“What do you mean?”
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While you stood outside the door, Ash is inside, staring nervously at the production crew setting up the cameras. Unlike you, he is not nervous about the two of you meeting. He’s worked with countless artists, featured on so many songs, he is used to interacting with people he didn’t know. What actually scares him is having to be a functioning human being in front of all these cameras.
He’s never done a such a big production like this, never seen so many cameras all pointed at him, capturing his every move. Thinking about all the eyes that will be watching him through that lens gives him anxiety. Normally, he’d be drinking right now to take off a bit of the edge. However, he doesn't think that would help with this cold bad boy image he is already starting to have. On top of being a jerk, the public will then think he was an alcoholic.
Just when he thinks he'll burst from nerves, you decide to walk through the door, a welcome distraction from all the thoughts running through his head.
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The first thing you see as you walk in is the production crew. All you are filming today are some short interviews to introduce the producer teams. They’ll be airing it as a teaser for the new season. You bow your head in greeting to the staff as you head to your seat. And that’s when you see him.
The two of you make eye contact, both looking up at the same time. And then you freeze; your brain short-circuits and for a second, all you can do is stare. Ash Island, the guy whose songs take up a good chunk of your playlist, is sitting there, right in front of you.
You break out of your stupor when you hear his voice. “Hey, what’s up?” he says casually. And you realize you’re being incredibly rude to someone who is older and a senior in the industry.
“Hello! I’m Saf. I’m a producer for H1GHR Music,” you introduce yourself officially.
He chuckles a bit. “Yeah, I know. We’ve seen each other at the H1GHR-Ambition parties.”
“Right,” you say nervously. And you guys had met before, but you didn’t think he’d remember. He was always across the room or on the opposite end of the table, so you two never really interacted. In fact, this is the first time you’ve heard his voice, and not through a song on your phone.
“So did you want to sit down?” he asks. You’ve just been standing in front of him for a while.
“Oh!” you immediately take a seat. Now what are you supposed to say? Thankfully, he decides to fill the silence.
“You're friends with Rohan right?” he asks. Not really who you’re thinking about at the moment, but you'll take it.
“Yeah, I am. We're in the same crew,” you explain. “Why, did he say something about me?” you ask, feigning nonchalance. If Rohan said anything remotely embarrassing about you to Ash Island, you were ready to kill him.
“Oh no, I just remembered him drunk-dialing me last night to wish me luck on the show.” You laughed, making a comment about how dumb Rohan was sometimes. And that’s how the rest of your conversation went until you started shooting, sharing dumb stories about your mutual friend.
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SHOW ME THE MONEY SEASON X
Team ASH ISLAND x SAF Q&A
The two are seated side-by-side in front of the camera. Ash Island is looking quite stiff and uncomfortable, while Saf has an easy smile on her face.
Please introduce yourselves.
After a glance at Ash Island, Saf begins her introduction with a bow.
Saf: Hello, everyone. My name is Saf, I’m a producer for H1GHR Music.
Following her lead, it seems Ash Island takes his first breath since the camera started rolling.
Ash Island: Hi, guys. I’m Ash Island from Ambition Musik.
Did you two know each other before the show?
Saf: Well, of course I don’t think there’s anyone interested in Korean hip hop right now that doesn’t know Ash Island. But we’ve also seen each other in passing at events and parties and such. This is my first time really talking to him though.
As she talks, Ash Island appears to loosen up just the slightest. He directs his gaze to Saf when he speaks.
Ash Island: [to Saf] You… can just call me Ash.
Saf looks at him in surprise, her cheeks just the slightest shade darker, undetectable to most.
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“WHY DID THEY EDIT IT LIKE THAT?” Rohan’s obnoxious laughter in the background is only furthering your agitation.
“Come on,” Rohan lets out between spurts of laughter. “That had nothing to do with the editing. Don’t tell me that wasn’t exactly how it felt when he looked at you.”
Unable to refute his claim, all you say is “Whatever.”
“Did they have to put in the romantic background music and CGI cherry blossoms though?” you complain.
Ignoring your best friend’s following fit of laughter, you begrudgingly hit play once again.
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“Duuuuude I didn’t realize you were so smooth!”
“Our Bition Baby is all grown up!”
“You can just call me Ash,” Changmo repeats in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“What are you guys talking about?” Ash asks, only slightly annoyed that his labelmates had interrupted his studio time. He wasn’t making much progress today anyway.
“Did you not watch the Show Me previews last night?” Hash Swan asks.
“No, I thought I’d avoid the embarrassment of seeing myself on national TV,” Ash replies. He was there when it happened, he didn’t need reminders of how awkward he was on camera.
“Alright, you have to watch this,” Leellamarz says, pulling up the reposted video on Youtube.
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You guys are the youngest producer team in the history of the show. Do you feel pressured by this fact?
Saf: [to Ash] Do you want me to answer this one?
He looks at her and nods wordlessly. She smiles at him in return before addressing the camera.
Saf: Of course, working next to such big names and artists can be quite intimidating. But I think as long as we put out work that we can be proud of, I will be satisfied.
Saf: But I would appreciate it if the viewers would look kindly upon us as it is our first time on this show. I’m kind of a wimp; I think I’d be pretty hurt if I saw we were receiving hate comments.
Saf’s smile indicates she’s only joking, and the production team can be heard laughing behind camera.
Ash: I doubt anyone in their right mind would send you hate.
Saf: Why not?
Ash: All you do is sit and smile and release music. What could anyone possibly say about you?
Saf: …I’ll take that as a compliment.
Ash: It was one.
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“I hope you know that if you break her heart,” Changmo starts, “I’m petitioning to kick you out of the company. I am NOT risking losing an invite to AOMG-H1GHR parties because of you.”
Ash rolls his eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, dude. Glad to know you have so much faith in me. But also, chill out. I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Yet? So you are planning on making a move?” Hash Swan questions. Ash sighs. Why are these guys reading so much into everything he says?
“No, I am not making a move, I barely know her,” Ash refutes. “She’s just a producer that I will be working with for the next couple months.” That day was the first time he’d ever talked to you. There is no reason to get excited about anything just yet, even if he does think you have a nice smile.
“Come on, Ash. She’s not just a producer,” Leellamarz points out. Ash is a bit wary of where he’s going with this-
“She’s a very cute producer.” -and rightfully so. Ash really can’t catch a break with these guys. They all burst out laughing, and Changmo gives Leella a high-five.
“Whatever,” Ash mutters. “Why the sudden interest in my love life anyway?”
“Wow, you’re not even gonna try and deny that you think she’s cute?” Hash asks. This guy is way too observant.
“I have eyes. How am I supposed to not think she’s cute?” Ash says bluntly.
“You know, contrary to what you may believe, not everybody has to find her cute,” Changmo says, mostly just to tease him. “Maybe she’s just not my type,” he shrugs.
“Yeah, that’s because she’s actually nice,” Ash retorts. “And we all know that isn’t your type.”
“That’s never been your type either, Ash, so why the sudden change of heart?” Leella asks.
“Maybe I’m looking for a change of pace,” Ash says with a noncommittal shrug. This is all hypothetical anyway. It’s not like he’s planning on asking you out or anything. He just thinks you’re cute, there is no reason for the guys to make such a big deal out of it.
“Yeah, well be careful. You’re going to make some very scary people mad if you mess around with her,” Changmo warns.
“Please, the H1GHR guys are like literally the nicest guys on the planet. I think I’m safe,” Ash says.
“That’s not who I’d be worried about if I were you.”
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a/n: let me know what you think!! was the official show part too short? are there parts that sound weird/awkward? first time writing full fics so i'm always open to feedback!
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Atmosphere [Namjoon x Reader]
Atmosphere [Namjoon x Reader]
⟶ Credits: @kimtaehyunq
⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Celebrity/Boyfriend AU | One Shot
⟶ Warnings: strong/mature theme, adult content, language, titty play, we remembered the condom this time, slight angst, slight dom elements, more fluff, a bit of overstimulation, soft and cute ending, etc
⟶ WC: 8.2k+
⟶ Summary: Namjoon and you have been dating for a few years now, fully aware of the worries a relationship with a celebrity would be like. One night you spoke up, showing a bit of jealously after him coming back home from a promotional trip across seas. You didn’t mean to slip up, you didn’t want to taint the air with insecurities, but you lost your composure. Don’t worry, you guys figure it out.
⟶ Teaser: “Namjoon can read you like a book, knew exactly what to do when to do it. He fully enjoyed the way your body reacted to him, how simple of a task for him to pleasure you in this way. Your cries from pleasure giving him excitement that he was treating you the way you deserve.”
⟶ Author’s note: Finally, I didn’t write a story in first-person. I caught myself several times having to fix my context of wording, but I did it for you! I had this story in mind for a while, but it felt difficult to tie together. It came out softer, cuter than I anticipated. Please let me know for any grammar mistakes! Enjoy! 🐾
You ran into your bedroom and slammed the door behind you, locking it immediately. Namjoon’s footsteps were sounding nearer, quickly making their way towards the room. You slumped your body against the door, pushing your back up against it to create more of a barricade and prevent Joon from entering. He tried jiggling the doorknob, noting that it resisted the turn. Leaning up against the carved piece of mahogany wood that separated the both of you he spoke, “Babe?”
He groans, hearing silence from the other end but knowing you were obviously holding yourself captive inside the shared room. Your eyes were watery, hands in fists and completely vibrating with rage. You were livid, mad at every negative thought that crossed your mind and… more upset with yourself more than anything. You overreacted and didn’t know how to handle yourself.
“Y/n… Just open the door. Talk to me.” He sighed. Namjoon’s knuckles tapping at the door slowly, the sound echoing thought the silence between the two of you. The agonizing noise banging against the labored wood filling your eardrums. Tears slowly escaping the crease of your eyes, you sniffled as you plucked at pieces of the carpet below you.
“Baaaabe!” he repeated, drawing out the sound of the vowels. You can hear the annoyance in the tone of his voice, he was one to maintain his calm and collect himself well especially during intense situations. But he’s still human. There are times where he really can’t handle all the stress and he cracks.
“Joon, leave me alone!” you choked out, voice cracking. You couldn’t help your voice from shaking, the emotions packing into your body were too overwhelming for you to contain.
“Just open the door, please.” There was no light to his voice. Joon’s patience running terribly thin. He’s trying to confront the situation. Trying to figure out what got you so riled up and darting away from the kitchen table. Sharing a delicious meal between the two of you, was it something he said?
Water filled up the clear glass before you, swishing the three single ice cubes as the cup filled up with liquid. Namjoon’s soft features content as he placed the pitcher off to the side, out of the way of the rest of the silverware. You smiled, showing gratitude and nodding a quick ‘thank you’ with a subtle gesture.
“Thank you for making dinner, it looks great!” You beamed a grin to him. Scanning over at the plates in front, figuring out what portions and pieces you want to grab. Joon nodded, dimple creasing in the side of his face as he stares at you in adoration.
He’s been away for a few weeks, taking care of business and working hard. Attending events all over the world to promote his new album. He’s a solo artist, expressing his thoughts and feelings through lyrics and various tunes. Emotions tied to each word that overflowed each song and every song. You were proud of him, releasing his 4th mixtape tilted ‘No Atmosphere’.
He was a hard worker, so dedicated to projects and assignments. There’s nothing wrong with that at all, this is what he loves. What he was made to do. Such a wise, humble, and reliable soul he has. He takes responsibility very seriously – which is a blessing and a burden. Picky, he gets frustrated with himself, overthinking every little detail. He strives to please everyone around him, putting them first, always.
A series of topics spread over the course of your meal, filling each other up with what you’ve missed, sharing news and making plans for future dates. He expressed how much he enjoyed visiting Spain, London, Ireland. Quoting ‘I wish you were there to see this!’ as he scrolled through photos and videos he snapped on his endeavors.
Meanwhile, you were stuck there. In your shared two-story apartment. A place that was generously too large for just the two of you. And much too big for one single person while the other was gone for long trips, multiple times a year. You had your part-time work, your full-time classes for your master’s degree, a few social gatherings from your small friend group. But you always came home to an empty apartment when Joon was gone.
“Hey Joon?” you disrupted his rant. One he didn’t realize he trailed on and on, boasting about how happy he was when visiting a party that honored his album.
He blinked, losing his train of thought and focused his eyes on yours. A soft smile curving up on his lips from hearing your light voice. “Hmm?”
What he didn’t notice was how you stopped eating the food, fiddling with your fork against your plate as you used one of the prongs to kick a small pea around. Scraps of leftovers and uneaten pieces still lay across your plate and you hesitantly spoke up, “What happened back in London?”
Namjoon’s eyebrows raised in worry, his eyes curious and confused at what you were asking. “What about London? I did a lot there?” You could tell Joon went into deep thought, retracing everything he had already mentioned to you and seeing if he possibly forgot anything.
I did a lot there. You shook your head trying to remove that sentence. But it played over and over, like a broken record. Shouldn’t he phrase that answer differently, you thought. Of course, it rolled off his tongue in innocence, but it held weight on to your chest. Your mind circled that sentence because you kept remembering something you had seen, something that was exposed on the internet.
“There was a video, Joon.” You mumbled under your breath, placing the fork down on top of the napkin.
This wasn’t the place to confront Namjoon, not after him prepping this dinner for you. Not when you finally had relaxing time ever since he came back from his promotion trip. Countless interviews and media articles which talked the anticipation of the album. You kept up to date with most of them, following him as he remained contact with you through your personal phones. Confrontation during this time shouldn’t been optimal, but you muttered the sentence. Your curiosity perked up – and there’s no way of brushing it off now.
You assumed Namjoon knew exactly what you were referencing by the way his face slightly dropped. A video. That video. From a bystander from the album release party… seeking social attention, posting a damn video about the continuously rising artist in attempt to cause disturbance and tainting his image. A fucking video that was pixelated, rendered, a copy of a copy, uploaded on twitter; showing what seems to be Namjoon being close, being in an ‘intimate embrace’ with another female. A female that was not you.
It was blurry, the video couldn’t hold much value to the normal eye because it was difficult to make out faces. But anyone with an expert eye, anyone that knew Namjoon, or was a big fan of him, knew that was him in the video. The slicked back hairstyle, the long dark coat that should be considered as a cloak draping over his body, the mask held over his chin and hooked over each ear. Blurry or not, you knew the figure in the video all too well.
“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like.”
“They wrote a lot of stories about that video.” You scoffed. You don’t believe Namjoon would be unfaithful at all, you knew him to be extremely loyal. A lot of stories indeed. And guess what, you read every single one of them. Each wrenching your heart just a bit more, coming up more and more theories inside your head. You swallowed down the tang, the hurtful stories, holding them in the pit of your stomach until you completely word vomit all over Joon. Spilling your insecure thoughts.
“What is it then?”
Joon copied your action, placing his fork down and now reaching across the table to grab your hand. You removed it fast, Joon grabbing at the ghost of your palm as you start to shy yourself away. Staring at him as he let go a sigh.
“It’s nothing. It was taken at an angle –“
“Nothing?!” Your eyebrows shot up, gulping down the buildup of saliva that horded in your mouth. “That ‘nothing’ seemed pretty comfortable to you by the looks of it.” Your snarky remark officially ripped open a wave of hostility between the both of you.
“She was the party director!” He raised his voice in defense, baffled that you two were even having this conversation in the first place. Stunned that you didn’t bring it up earlier. “She scooted closer to me in a group photo – I’m sure you’ve seen the photo online.”
“The video was after the picture was taken, Joon!”
“I didn’t do anything, Y/n. Nothing happened before or after that. Her arm was around me. She was on me. Not the other way around.”
Namjoon sounded more dismissive now. It was clear he was getting fed up with the subject, doesn’t believe he has to prove his clean hands to you. Because he’s done everything for you, you were his girlfriend. His love.
Now – you sit here against the bedroom door. Holding back as many tears as possible as Namjoon desperately tried to enter. The emptied and unoccupied space between you two caused unnerving feelings for you. You got worried, it wasn’t your intention but for some reason you really felt that pang of hurtfulness when you came to the realization that Namjoon could have someone better.
“Y/n!” He shouted.
“You’re mad at me…” You whispered to yourself. How dare you bring something so silly up at the table. Ruining a great meal, the one he planned and set up, you ruined it with your insecurities. You were curious, but the curiosity shot you back in the face. Coming off more anxious and fearful, questioning the loyalty of your boyfriend. You were upset with yourself more than anything. Letting stupid rumored scandals corrupt your mind.
He knocked again. You, being aggravated and worked up at his constant need to get you to open up, hit back at the door in frustration. A sob leaving your mouth.
A loud thump nailed into the other side of the wood you were leaning against, Joon kicking at it and proceeded to yell, “Why are you crying?! Open the fucking door Y/n!”
He sounded scary, something you weren’t used to coming from him. Picturing him with clenched teeth, fists with white knuckles, eyebrows furrowed together. Again, he kicked at the door. The shutter sound making you crawl away from the frame, “Unlock it now!” he spat out.
“Joon, stop! You’re freaking me out,” your breath hitching once the pounding stopped. Silence filling the void of the air. Standing up with trembling hands, taking a slow step towards the door. Joon rested his head against it, hand still around the knob. Exhaling he responded, “Please.”
Your hand froze over the lock, pinching it between your two digits. You gathered yourself together, mustered up the courage to twist the metal piece. Right away Namjoon turned the knob and pushed the door in, forcing you to take a few steps back into your room.
Holding your arms to yourself your head fell, looking at the ground. Namjoon walked up, closing the space between the two of you and wrapped his arms around your body, tight. Taking you in his embrace. Your arms remained crossed, trying to wiggle around in his arms to break free.
“Stop, Y/n.” Namjoon grabbed your head and shoved it against his chest. His hold too sturdy to break away from. He noted that your breathing was erratic, unstable. He was bothered, the conversation struck a nerve but also disturbed you.
Your tears flowed, dripping down your cheeks. “You’re mad at me,” you muffled into his chest. Namjoon swayed back and forth with you in his hold, trying to calm you down. Shushing you and rubbing his large hands on your back. Putting your face into your hands, you cried realizing that what you said, what you were accusing under hidden messages, was a mistake.
“I’m not mad, Y/n. I’m concerned.”
“What are you talking about? You are mad!” You prosecuted Namjoon, hysterical. “You were shouting! You hit the door!” You screamed out, sniffling into your hands.
Joon shuffled the both of you back to the bed, helping you sit down on the edge and he took his place besides you. He stared at your beating red face as he took his thumb and wiped away the stained trails that seeped from the brims of your eyes. “Breathe for a second.”
You leaned your head back and avoided eye contact. Your breathing did calm down after giving yourself time, feeling the warmth of Namjoon’s palm that rested on your cheek. His eyes darted back and forth with yours, pleading to be looked at and trying to read your thoughts from the mannerisms that played across your face.
“I’m just jealous.” Your hands found their way back across your body, acting as a shield, protecting yourself from anymore harm. But the harm you were receiving was from deep within your body. An overbearing ache in your chest.
Namjoon tilted his head after your statement, as if he didn’t understand. He weaved his eyebrows together, frustrated at the thoughts he drew up in his mind. “What? Jealous of what?”
“You go around everywhere. You get to meet and partake in actions with a lot of people… girls… very pretty girls. All these women saying they’re going out with you, or you have models cooing over you.” You continued to rant on. All those rumors and gossip getting to you. Even though Namjoon gave you continuous attention regardless of where he was in the world, you somehow manage to believe in the filthy tabloids.
Joon closed his eyes at your nonsense and shook his head. “Shut up!” He covered your mouth with a quick kiss. A comforting warm kiss, one you craved for after a long day with your nose in the books, hours spent at the part-time job. A greeting kiss, but it was more than just a greeting to you. It welcomed you to another side of Joon. A sensitive side that you only get to see because… well, you’re his girlfriend. You’re special to him.
He slowly pulled away and caught your gaze, “I’m just an ordinary guy, Y/n, nothing is going to change that. Nobody is going to make me different from who I already am. I love you. I don’t love them.” His hand held your chin up to make sure you stayed in view. “I have you and I’m happy with that. Why can’t you see that?”
Doubts portrayed in your thoughts for a few moments. Thinking that he’s just saying these things to make you feel better. Your mind was so clouded with these dirty lies, that you felt self-conscious about yourself. Were you even good enough for Kim Namjoon?
“I-I’m sorry” snuck out of your mouth.
“No. I’m sorry.”
You gave Joon a puzzled look, why is he saying he’s sorry? He wasn’t in the wrong.
“If I was giving you the proper treatment of what a boyfriend should do, you wouldn’t feel this way. Right here, right now.” He leaned in once again and kissed you softly. Hands outlining your face. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him across you and onto the bed. The kiss deepened and his tongue glazed over your slightly parted lips.
“You shouldn’t be sorry at all.” You whispered against his lips, heated breath fanning across his flesh. “You do plenty for me, you’re really generous to me Namjoon. And… I’m so sorry for doubting you for a second.”
Of course, you had an idea of what it’d be like to date someone famous. He’d be much busier than a typical boyfriend, he’d travel further, and gone for periods of time. You were well aware of this, and for a good amount of time it really didn’t bother you. Namjoon always felt like he was holding you back, but he loves you too much to let you go. Far too many conversations like this have come up in the past between the two of you. Between the ‘talking’ stages to the ‘dating’ stages, and now officially together, you two have chatted about the toll of a full on relationship may cost.
But this didn’t stop either of you. Even when you tried taking things slow, seeing how things felt and figuring out if you were suited for this sort of lifestyle, you two gradually connected back to another. Namjoon couldn’t stay away from you for too long, and you were always welcoming him back with open arms. He was loyal to you. You understood him the most and when there were times he couldn’t express himself properly, you were there to help.
Laying down, Joon rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped an arm around your stomach lazily. One of your hands mindlessly toyed around with the strands of his hair as the other found place over his forearm.
“I understand why you felt the way you did; I really do.” He spoke in a sotto voce. “Y/n, I get curious too.”
Joon was referencing that he, himself, thinks about the possibilities of you being influenced by other men. Especially if he’s away, he puts all trust into you, but it doesn’t stop his overthinking mind to wonder. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for you, maybe he was holding you back. He was afraid of tying you down if you weren’t happy with the situation you were in. Namjoon always swallowed his negative thoughts, dismissing them because he rather focus on the future and being happy.
Your grip tightened around him, not knowing what to really say back to him. Feeling guilty in more than one way now. “Joon –“
“I love you, Y/n.”
He remained resting his head on your shoulder with his eyes closed. He casted a soothing and calm aura with how relaxed he became. He doesn’t like a hostile environment and the tiniest of squabbles are typically unnecessary and overreacted. He preferred to just talk it out, communicate with another to know what is really going on.
You kissed the top of his head, sniffing his hair and intaking a fresh vanilla scent. The wisps of hair folding under your fingers as you slightly groomed him. “I love you too, Joon. I really am sorry.”
Joon was happy having you, honestly. You gave him energy, satisfaction and your undivided attention. He never expected you to be as good to him that you already were. He couldn’t ask for more from you, he’s already taking up so much of your commitments and he tries hard to always make it up. Dinners, dates, cute surprise visits, facetime and random texts in the middle of the day when he’s thinking about you. He knew effort and communication were strong keys to hold the two of you together and he always tried his hardest to maintain these.
Again, you had a strong idea on how your relationship with Joon would be like. And you accepted it. You want it because you want him, and that was enough for you to say yes to him after the seventh date together at the aquarium two summers ago. His hands were in the touch tanks, searching around for cute little critters and lightly petting against their various skins. Spotting some fascinating crabs and he described to you how you reminded him of them.
It was playful, he was joking around trying to get you to smile even more that day. But the best thing about that day was when he turned to you, with salted wet hands from the tank he grabbed yours in return and stared deeply into your eyes. Asking if you’d like to take the relationship in seriousness, wanting to be official. At that moment you could care less that your hand was drenched with cold water, you only cared about the tall, handsome man that was holding that hand.
You were content, laying with Joon on your shared bed. Feeling enveloped with love and adoration. Suddenly he leaned up, hobbling himself over you and pecked your nose. He had a spark in his eye, something he tucked away in his mind but now lit up momentarily. He smiled down at you, listening to you giggle, “What?” you questioned.
“Hold on, I have to grab something. Wait right here.” He pointed at you with a finger, warning you to stay put. His grin had a hint of mischievous humor behind it as he got up off the bed, walking out the room and down the stairs towards the kitchen area. You can hear Namjoon rummaging through bags, drawers, you name it. You thought to yourself, what is he even doing out there?
“Joonie?” Your voice rang out loud enough to stretch the area of the house. You sat up, looking around the room but your hearing zoned in on the muffled sounds that were coming from downstairs.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he vocalized with a honeyed tone.
You can hear the patter of his feet, trailing up the steps and patting back into the bedroom. He smiled fondly at you as he entered, walking back over and sitting besides you. He claimed that he was grabbing something, but you didn’t recognize anything being carried in when he returned. You were perplexed to say the least as your eyes searched around.
Namjoon noticed your gaze that scanned in all directions, amusing him on how easily curious you were. His dimple shining bright he raised an eyebrow, “Lookin’ for something?”
Slightly offended, because that question had an obvious answer to it, and you didn’t understand what was going on. You cocked your head to the side, quirking a frown, “Well yeah, you said you were grabbing something?”
He smirked, holding your hand in his as his other hand shoved into his pocket to pull out a Prussian blue box, handing it over to you. He nodded, edging you to open the top.
You swore right then and there your heart stopped beating. You thought your holy spirit drained your body and elevated up to the heavens at the sight of this small thinned cardboard box. Completely unaware of what the contents that lay within it, but your mind went racing straight to one thing. Holy shit, holy shit. This can’t be happening? Like this? It’s so sudden and random? This didn’t feel right.
Your eyebrows raised practically to your hairline, eyes wide and mouth frozen. You hesitantly held the box between your digits, glancing up at Namjoon with a tiny bit of unsettlement in your eyes. You felt your heart in your throat, pounding loudly over the nerves that coursed in your skin.
“Open it.”
The saliva that accumulated in your mouth was swallowed thickly with a gulp, flipping over the lid to the box and seeing a shiny silver object inside. It took you seconds to register the thingamajig, observing that it was some sort of flat, circled charm that had your name, address, and number engraved onto it. You were processing the information in your mind, a small sigh of relief exhaled through your nostrils that it wasn’t something extreme like a ring or anything.
“A… tag?”
“Mhm! I was going to give it to you after dinner, but we never finished our meal.” He chimed in with a playful banter.
“Why a tag?” The gift was random and completely out of the blue. But the gift itself was even more unusual than expected. Not once in your life has someone gifted you a tag with your contact information on it, were you supposed to wear this around a necklace, a keychain perhaps?
Joon takes the charm with the pads of two of his fingers, flipping it over to the other side. “So you can fill out this side with its name!”
Then… it clicked. Oh my. A tag. A dog tag. You two were getting a dog?! You gasped; emotions ran ecstatic through you as you jumped up with joy. “A dog?!”
Delighted that he brought jubilation to you, he stood up holding your arms to help you stop springing off the floor. He chuckled, “Yes! I figured you needed someone to keep you company during the times that I’m not here for you. I know how much you love animals too, so I wanted to ask if you’d like to get one.”
You locked lips with Joon. Throwing your arms around his neck, dropping the box in the process, and pulled him closer to your body. Eagerness racing through your muscles as you leaped yourself off the floor and linking your legs around his waist. He caught you under your thighs, laughing into the kiss as he brought you back to the bed.
He cradled your body, supporting himself on top of you has you leaned back down on the fabric below. Running your hands up and down his arms, he deepened the kiss. Both of you captivated with another and riveting another’s attention to a now quickly heated session.
You tugged on his bottom lip that was more dominate than the top, grazing your teeth on the tinted pink flesh. He inhaled sharply, feeling his heartbeat fasten as his body anticipates upcoming actions. And yours did the same. Namjoon was tender handling you, a more amorous side taking over his persona.
His smooth chap-stick covered lips butterflied across your dried-up cheeks. Stamping warm kisses to your flesh as he trailed down to your jaw and peppering along the column of your neck. This wasn’t some sort of hot n’ heavy, steamy romantic session. He was gentle, he took his time, he was intimate with you. You can feel it in the air, in your bones and most importantly you felt it in your swelling heart.
It was sweet, the warmhearted feeling that took over your body because of Namjoon. Hushed giggles and bashful laughter crowded the room. A fun-loving atmosphere. And you were completely smitten by it all.
“May I take this off?” Hands curled around the material of your shirt slightly lifting it up to the underside of your breasts. Rubbing his thumbs along the bare skin below your bra.
Biting down on your bottom lip, you flashed an excited smile in reply, “As long as I can take yours off.”
Joon looked smug, lifting your shirt up and off your torso. He went to lean down to connect his lips back onto your skin, but you caught him before he could fully commit. Yanking his shirt high up his chest until you couldn’t hoist it any further since his arms where in the way. He laughed at your antic, how cute it was and enthusiastic you were. But he obliged and lifted his arms up for you.
There was no time to waste, Joon sloped back down on you. Pecking his plump lips on your collarbone and down towards the valley between your boobs. Feeling how soft your skin was, lightly nibbling at it. You hummed through your nose, arching your back into Joon’s face, urging him to continue.
One of his manly hands cuffed your left breast as his mouth connected to your right, open mouth kisses and softly sucking at it. You released a tiny moan, enjoying the sensation that was being stimulated on your breasts.
And boy, you were so sensitive on your boobs. Especially when he toyed with your nipples, moistening them up with his mouth and rolling the buds between his fingers. It wired you, Namjoon played with you like an etch-a-sketch. It feels fantastic. Waves of goosebumps cycling across your skin as he continued running his tongue across your aroused nipples, making sure to give the other boob the same attention. You mewed for him; the blush drawn on your upper cheeks as your body grew hotter under his touches.
He reached behind you with a hand, unclasping the hook of the bra and allowing the fabric to relieve your delicate girls. Turning you on was Joon’s pleasure, he cared about pleasing you more than being pleased. He could spend all day groping your tits if that means you’ll be satisfied.
You were easily wet; the games Joon played with your boobs sparking your nerves and arousal. Prepping your body for more, aching for more of his gentle touch.
Daringly you reached your hand between the two of you, palming at whatever you made contact with until you found a stiffening bulged that stuck out with the fabric of his pants. You can feel the warmth radiating through his region, heated up and you knew very well he wants to reintroduce his member to you.
“Joon – take off your pants.” You ordered in a hushed tone. Squeezing at his dick. “My body really wants you right now.”
As your sweet voice compelled his ears, he listened. Shuffling his pants off with a smirk and a light shake of his head. “I wanted to touch you a bit more.” Giving you a small pout.
“Aww.” You smiled, seeing the little kid of him. “You can touch me with this big boy instead.” You tried sounding a bit sexy, almost kitten-like as you eyed his member.
Willingly you unbuttoned your own jeans, tugging them down your thighs and letting Joon help you with the rest. His fingers ran up to your undies that remained on your frame, seeing the cute little ocean doodled pattern on them with a dampened and darker spot that was clung to the outline of your lady-lips. He was turned on and completely in awe of how cute you are.
“Why do you do this to me?” he laughed, feeling happy with you and hooking his fingers around the thin waistband of your undies. Towing them down your legs with a fit of giggles.
You blushed; a bit embarrassed at your attire but not even self-conscious being completely nude in front of him. “I don’t know – I just thought they were cute!” You retorted back fast.
“They are cute. You’re even cuter for wearing them.” He chirped.
Namjoon swooped back down, placing his hand over your mound and letting a finger dip in between your folds. Sliding your natural lubrication all over he glided it over your clit, making you moan in the process. Your hands found their way into his hair, fluffing it up even more while Joon teased at your entrance.
“Your body really does want me, huh? I don’t think I even need to use my fingers.”
Nodding, you bucked your hips up chasing his floating fingers. Wishing he’d do something more with them than just shifting between all your lady bits. “Let me get a condom.”
You reached over to the bedside table, pulling out a drawer to frantically search for the magical package that contained the secure rubber. Swiftly you ripped it open, offering to help apply it along his length. You pinched the tip of the latex, rolling the rest down his long shaft and giving his dick a few teasing tugs.
Joon groaned at your touch, flexing his dick in the process of your pumps. He was more than ready to take you in, ready to share the closeness with you once again.
With that, Joon pushed you back down on the bed. Lifting one of your legs over his hip as he centered himself at your core. Your slick allowing him to slide between your folds effortlessly as he prodded his tip in your hole.
You held your breath, anticipating Joon to fill you up all the way to the hilt. You want to feel him inside you, widening your walls and your body vibrating around him. He locked eyes with you, smiling as he leaned down to plant another kiss on your lips. In sync he inched himself further into you, a grunt escaping his chest as you disconnected yourself from the kiss to breathe. You tossed your head to the side, latched your hands around his shoulders as Joon set a pace with his thrusts.
Your body missed Joon so much, you didn’t even have control over how your cunt clenched tightly around his dick. Your walls compressed in a series of movements; your cunt thirsty for him. Breathy gasps leaving your mouth once Namjoon whispers to the skin between your neck, “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this. Ah – Y/n, you’re so wet.”
Earlier you felt a deep ache within your chest from the persistent pain of worry and hurt. But now, all of that washed over. You feel something deep, but not from pain. Not from the obvious penetration from Joon’s lengthy cock kissing the doorway of your cervix. You feel deep feelings, words and actions not able to compare to the affection and fondness between the two of you.
You felt warm, completely at ease even though you’re sweating, catching your breath, sensitive nerves awakening to the sexual stimulation between your legs. A heavy body on top of you, pounding his dick into your sweet succulent juices. His hips banging into you, his head stuck in the crane of your neck.
This warm feeling overruled all physical activities and all auditable sounds. But what it couldn’t stop was the twisting of your lower abdomen muscles, the stiffening of your walls and tense grip over Joon’s shoulders. Your body reacting on its own agenda. Your throat feeling dry from the open mouth breathing, you tried speaking but only moans were formed.
Namjoon can read you like a book, knew exactly what to do when to do it. He fully enjoyed the way your body reacted to him, how simple of a task for him to pleasure you in this way. Your cries from pleasure giving him excitement that he was treating you the way you deserve.
“Joon I’m – I’m close!” you panted, feeling that orgasm rolling closer and closer to a release.
As much as both Joon and you wanted you to spasm all around him, he stalled it. Delaying you from the contractions of your pelvic muscles that would send electrifying waves all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. He stopped all actions, halting himself deep inside you and slowly rocked his hips to continue a small force of friction between the two of you.
Your body was frustrated, your cunt was soaked, and you were vexed. “Joonie?” you whined out, bucking your hips up into him. Feeling that build up in the pit of your stomach slowly fade away.
Joon leaned up, kissing your cheek. He hummed to himself, satisfied with the state the both of you were in. “I would love to stay like this forever. Do you feel this?”
Do you feel this, Y/n? The sensation filling the room, the air, your heart. The thrill that frenzied in your veins and muscles. Flushed, excited, ecstatic, blissed out of your mind. The feeling Joon raptures you with, sending your body to a state of euphoria. It was wild. You didn’t feel normal, but it was the best feeling you could ever experience with another. And this is what Namjoon wanted to continuously feel.
Without notice, tears fell from your eyes as you nodded to his statement. You weren’t sad or upset, but in complete awe over Joon. How could someone be this perfectly imperfect? How could someone be so sweet for you. And you still question yourself if you were even good enough for Kim Namjoon.
He whipped away the tears that shed onto your skin, hushing you. “You don’t need to cry, Y/n. Believe me, I already know the way you feel.” Because… he feels it too.
With the little room you were given, you wrapped your arms around Joon as much as possible. He smiled down at you, returning the hug and rolling the two of you over with him still pivoted inside. You now lay above him, peering down into his eyes you went to speak. The movement of your body caused your pelvis to rub against his, squishing your swollen clit against him and bursting a shriek out of your mouth when you snapped back into reality.
The heightened arousal between your legs was still on edge and ready to burst. Joon bit down on his bottom lip once he felt your pussy clench around him. The experience between the both of you was riveting but was soon going to vanish because of the greediness your bodies had. Your mouth dropped open, “I love you” spilled out without wavering.
Namjoon’s hands rested on your sides, holding your waist as you slowly grinded yourself against him. Allowing his dick to swirl inside of you while your sensitive bud rubbed against his pelvic bone. You couldn’t help yourself; your body had a mind of its own when it rushed itself back up the stairs to orgasm. And you got there, fast.
Your body jerked; your hands planted on Joon’s chest to hold yourself upright as you released yourself all over him. Unfolding all the pent-up energy and feelings. Your hair cascaded over your face with labored breathing, groans ascending out of your mouth. “Joon, I – I, I going to – Joon – Ahh!” you squeaked out once the second wave coursed through your cunt, expanding a pulsating vibration through your body.
“So beautiful. Fuck – Y/n, you’re so damn beautiful!” Joon watched every second of you coming undone on him, seeing how you squirmed around him, using his body for your own pleasure, moaning his name. In a selfish way, Namjoon felt fulfillment seeing you like this – all displayed for him to treasure and praise. It turned him on, hearing your voice singing into his ears as he jutted himself up further into your moisten cunt. Over stimulating your nether region, he was determined to make you go one last time before he spills into the condom.
You’re barely holding yourself up straight, hunched over with your palms placed on his torso. Sweat formed along your hairline and between the contact of your skin with his. The mixture of your sweet n’ salty juices shining along your lady-lips and Joon’s cock. Before you could call out his name in another breathless voice, he has your mounds in each of his hands, squeezing them tight and pinching at your perked nipples.
You gripped at his wrists, letting out a shocked plea for him to stop because the sensation was so good that you couldn’t handle it. “Joon!”, you choked out, gasping for air as you tried to lift your body off his. He refused.
He flipped you back over, Joon locking your hands above your head with one hand around your wrists. He didn’t care for the mess on the bed, the tossed pillows and taunted comforter beneath the two of you. Your attempt of wiggling out of his grasp was a failure after he pinned you down with his body. Dick hovering over your delicate pussy.
“One more time, for me.” His voice was stern and serious while he murmured into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“I – I can’t!” Your chest heaved erratically, feeling your legs already shake and stomach contracting from the multiple orgasms you’ve already encountered. You felt weak.
“You will, love.”
Your request was again, hushed. Namjoon tilting his hips for his dick to dip back into your entrance, he placed kisses on the crook of your neck. Your breath hitched, throwing your head back into the bed, feeling Joon slam himself deep inside you, causing your nerves to shudder.
You struggled for air, body completely trembling uncontrollably as you cried out for Namjoon. You swore your vision went blurry while you received this mind-blowing orgasm. Joon held onto you tight, allowing you to ride out your high. Slowly pulling himself out of you once he knew you were finished.
Namjoon and you laid close to another, exhausted from the physical activity and especially from the toll your body took. Your eyes shut, not able to lift your body off the bed. Joon smirked, giving you another peck on the cheek before leaning up to discard the used condom, knotting it and tossing it in the trash bin. “You’re so beautiful, Y/n.”
You laughed, shaking your head to yourself. “I heard you the first time, Joon.”
“I know.” He chuckled, laying back down and wrapping his arm back around you. “I mean it every time.”
You hummed in response. Tracing sluggish patterns on his forearm with your index finger. You slowly drifted further into your tiredness. “We’re still getting a dog, right?” You drowsily asked.
You felt a soft pair of warm lips contact your forehead; the sensation was comforting. “Of course, babe.”
About a week later you were staring out the window, watching the scenic views pass by. Acres of landscape in the countryside took up the area. The environment felt fresh and calm. Much different from the inner-city area with nonstop traffic and busy streets. You turned your gaze at Namjoon who was driving the car, his eyes remained on the dirt road ahead, but he could sense your stare.
As if he knew what you were thinking, he spoke up “Almost Y/n, the farm is about 2 miles up.”
You smirked to yourself, looking down at the palm of your hand that held the shiny silver dog tag. You fiddled with the metal, twisting the item back and forth between your digits. Anticipating the new addition to the house, a furry companion, hopefully the cutest puppy in the world.
The two of you slowly pulled up an extended driveway, parking in front of an old tiny brown snug farmhouse. A large red barn hidden behind the home, attached was a large fence that enclosed a few goats and pigs. A pack of stray chickens roaming around the grounds. Shutting the car doors, the smell of the plantation entered your nostrils, “Definitely a farm.”
You were greeted by an elder couple, warm smiles dressing their wrinkly faces. They were dressed as if they were in the middle of housework, tall muk boots, overalls and plaid shirts. “Hello there! You’re here for one of the pups?”
Joon reached out to lace his hand with yours, walking over towards the sweet couple. Charming and innocent eyes beamed back at you two. “Hey there! I’m Namjoon, and this is Y/n! We spoke over the phone!” Joon perked up, pulling you along with his strides.
The older couple waved Joon and you on, walking the both of you towards the barn in the back. Having small talk in between the short distance, hearing cute comments about the various animals you passed on the way.
“That’s Molly over there, Mama of the litter.” The older man pointed out a dog laying down in the pasture, her coat was a dark golden tone and it shined in the sunlight. She was watching over at your area, observing the new persons that entered her home. She sniffed the air as the breeze picked up, letting her head lay back down on the ground, but her eyes never left yours.
A loud creaking sound snapped your head towards the barn, watching the woman open up the doors wide for you to enter. Joon and you followed in after the couple, stopping short at a stall on the left. You heard little yips and yaps from the other side of the wall that fenced in the young pups.
You peaked over the edge, instantly widening your eyes when you see six little furry golden retriever puppies playing around with another. All varying in different shades of gold and creams. Your excitement caused you to clutch Joon’s hand tight.
“Oh my god! They’re so cute!”
“You want to go inside? Sometimes it’s easier for you to choose once you spend some time with them.” The older gentleman gestured, unlocking the latch to the wooden door and popping it slightly open, making sure he doesn’t allow any of the pups escape the corridor.
You glanced at Joon quickly, getting reassurance from him before eagerly nodding your head and walking into the pit. Immediately you fell to your knees, allowing any of the puppies to come running on over and jumping up on you. Their fur was so soft, angel-like and had that sweet puppy smell to them. You giggled with the six rambunctious babies. Grabbing a few chew toys and loose rope to play around with. You were happy, completely lucky to be blessed with these cute little ones in front of you.
You took your time with each of the pups, feeling out which one would be yours. Of course, you were tickled pink with glee, and wanted each of them. You joked with Joon briefly, giving him puppy-dog eyes and asked him if you could adopt them all. But unfortunately, you could only choose one. You were so indulged with playing with the puppies you didn’t realize how much time you spent with them. It’s been over twenty minutes before you heard a voice directed towards you.
“Did you find a new friend?” Joon spoke softly towards you. He leaned over the gate, smiling down at how cute you looked with a pile of puppies flooding your space. But he noticed that there was one puppy curled up in your lap, tuckered out and resting itself.
You looked up at Joon, trying to hold back your smile. “I think one found me!”
Then it was decided. The small, dark golden fur ball that laid across your thighs was going to be the newest addition to your world. You exited the stall, carefully holding the puppy in your arms. Joon giving it a small pet on its head before turning back to the cute elders.
“Thank you so much, you were so kind to us. Thank you for allowing us to adopt.” He flashed a smile to them. You thanked them as well, nodding your appreciation while trying not to disturb the sleeping pup.
Joon handed you the keys to head back to the car as he fished through his back pocket for his wallet to pay the man. You walked through the frame of the barn, turning your head back to the older dog named Molly. There was a slight ache in your heart, feeling bad that you were taking away one of her babies. Your smiled towards the animal, thinking that it would settle the upsetting feeling inside your chest.
“Excuse me, Miss?” A deep modulated voice, coming from what seemed to be the elder man, rang through your ears.
Questionably, you turned on your heels, facing back towards the inside of the barn. But you were caught completely off guard when there was a body before you. Down on one knee, with a box raised up between his hand, Namjoon smiled up at you. The black velvet box cracked open, flashing a sparkly stone.
“Y/n.”
You froze, feelings swelling your heart up. You felt your heartbeat in your throat when your jaw dropped. If it wasn’t for the exhausted puppy in your arms you’d probably fall straight down to the floor. This is happening. Holy shit.
Namjoon cleared his throat, realizing he has your full attention. “Y/n… words, actions, even music, cannot express the feelings I have for you. The amount of love I have towards you is unexplainable. I want you to know that I appreciate every waking moment with you, from the very first day you entered my life. Thank you for always being there, for always making me happier, for supporting everything. You are the greatest woman I know, and selfishly I wish to ask you for your hand in marriage because I want you all to myself for the rest of my life.” He spoke confidently, glistening in his eyes he smiled with each word that he admitted.
“Y/n, will you marry me?”
Tears fell down your cheeks, your eyes flickering back and forth between Joon and the ring that was bestowed in front of you. Your hand came up to your mouth as your sobbed out loud, shaking your head in reply.
“Yes! – Yes, oh my god yes I will!” You choked on your words, but they were clear enough for Joon to hear.
You rushed yourself towards Joon, wanting to hold him. Joon catches you by your arms, not allowing you to crash yourself into him because of the puppy that you were holding. He held you around your back, pecking your cheek as he held your hand still as he linked the jewelry to your ring-finger. He snuggled against your head while he back hugged you tightly. The puppy, now fully awake from all the commotion, was wiggling around and licking at your crying face.
You heard camera clicks, the sound alerting you to look up at the older couple who each were recording and snapping photos of the scene in front of them. You smiled, half embarrassed but also filled with joy.
Sniffling, your eyes met Joon’s, “You paid them for this?”
“I had offered, but they said that a time like this is priceless.”
One last picture was taken of a smiling newly engaged couple with a brand-new puppy in their arms.
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ML S4 Trailer Analysis
A LOOOOOOT of spoilers ahead. If you don’t want to be spoiled, don’t look under the cut. 😛
This is the trailer I’m talking about in this post:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkOLnaSGvZw
If you didn’t see my post from yesterday, it’s also the trailer I reblogged and screamed about the music from it. (But seriously, though; it sounds like an orchestration of the ML theme song, and I’m living for it. I keep playing the trailer just so I can hear the song 😂)
There are a lot of sections from it that are either a) from episodes we’ve seen (Truth, Lies, and Furious Fu - though I have yet to watch Furious Fu, as I’m attempting to watch the season in order 😅) or b) we’ve already seen the clips in other trailers/teasers.
However, there are a couple parts that I noticed and didn’t see anyone else talking about yet - SO obviously I had to take it upon myself to do so. Because this is totally what the internet needs.
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FIRST UP:
Rena Rouge is coming back!
Based on the facial shape, I’m assuming this is still Alya using the miraculous. The hair looks a lot like her, as well. That speaks a lot to the fact that it’s probably Alya still, as we’ve seen people use the same miraculous and get different hair styles. (Viperion and Aspik, for example, or Queen Bee and the new Bee miraculous holder - who we’re all sure is the new character, Zoe.)
The fact that Marinette would pull Alya is significant, however. I have 2 theories:
1) Something serious has happened - serious enough that Marinette would risk her best friend’s safety when Hawkmoth knows her identity.
2) Someone else is using the fox miraculous and making it appear that the old hero that used to use it - Rena Rouge - is the one controlling it as a distraction.
Either way, the episode that she makes her appearance is probably going to be an intense one.
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New bee hero!
We all have assumed already that it’s the new character, Zoe.
We can see earlier in the video that, when she appears, she’s in the art room at school. If you go back to the trailer where we first saw the new bee hero transforming, we could see her shoes in it. A lot of people guessed that she was an artsy person because of how they looked, and this confirms that.
But going back to the first image, I find it interesting.
The pink puff of smoke behind Zoe reminds me very much of Princess Fragrance. That means it could be from episode 3, Gang of Secrets (which comes out this coming Saturday!).
However.
It appears that this is the episode with Princess Banana.
My guess is that I’m just overthinking things and that’s just the same special effect used for Princess Banana. 😆
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Gang of Secrets looks really interesting for multiple reasons:
We’re bringing back some old villains
They’re going to be around all at the same time (that’s like 5 episodes smashed into 1)
THIS:
OKAY OKAY OKAY this excites me.
In the first image, we can see Lady Wifi is being spoken to by Hawkmoth, because she has the butterfly shaped thing in front of her face. But she’s bent over, holding her head - which tends to be the position characters take when they’re fighting against Hawkmoth’s hold. There have only been 2 other times this has occurred:
Chat Blanc
And Truth
Both times, characters were fighting against Hawkmoth’s hold because they did not want to hurt Marinette.
If you’ve seen some of the recent trailers, we see Marinette grab Alya’s hand at the end of one of them, the screen go black, and Marinette says, “I am Ladybug.”
It is entirely possible that Alya might know Marinette’s identity as Ladybug - and that she might be fighting for her.
However, even if Alya doesn’t know her identity, we see a blast of power go out from her. It’s purple, which I first assumed was her own power as Lady Wifi. However, we don’t see her phone - which means the purple might apply to Shadowmoth’s power.
Alya may have broken herself from his control. 😱
We definitely see Shadowmoth is affected by whatever just happened, so something at least has likely happened to their connection.
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GUYS THERE’S A NEW TRANSFORMATION.
AND I KNOW WHO IT IS.
Okay, that’s cool as heck.
But first off: very pink. Specifically, light pink.
Now, I am not expert on which miraculous is which if we haven’t seen it in action yet - but can I just say that this just strikes me as the pig miraculous for some reason? (If anyone knows which one this is specifically, please tell me! :) )
What’s this? White leggings?
And a pink skirt?
Now who do we know that wears those?
Rose.
There have been a lot of theories that she’ll get the pig miraculous, and this totally fits. But this is confirmation that she’ll be getting it in season 4.
This is the only hint we have at her hero suit. I can’t tell if it’s just her skirt transforming into one of those suits again, or if she’ll actually get a skirt as part of her suit. That would so cute. Also, totally a Rose thing.
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Finally...
This thing.
There are two possibilities concerning it.
Either it’s a thing for Zoe to use (come one, it’s totally bee-themed) or it’s a miraculous. I’m not entirely sure how it would a miraculous, as it doesn’t look that much like a piece of jewelry, and I can’t think of any of the kwamis that we’ve seen matching up with it. However, it would explain why Zoe’s outfit looks extremely different from Queen Bee’s. I saw a post recently that pointed out how pointed all her edges were, whereas Queen Bee’s had more smooth curves in hers. A wasp miraculous would make sense.
However, again, it doesn’t look exactly like a miraculous. It looks a lot more like a charm of sorts, to be honest. So, most likely, it’s a personal item that someone lost, or a weapon that they’re going to use. (Perhaps a Queen Banana episode thing?)
If anyone has any theories as to what this item is, I’d love to hear them! I’m still pretty confused as to what it is exactly, but it seems to be important, seeing as Ladybug stored it in her yoyo. Then again, she stored an order for constipation medicine in there, so who’s to say?
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A lot of interesting content was definitely hidden in this trailer! I’m mostly leaving the shot of them flying into the pink void alone, as it was from a different trailer, and I have no clue what that is. (Though... it reminds me a little of both Feast and Princess Fragrance. 🤔 Any theories on that one, anyone?)
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Jane is Lore 2020
Ok, here’s the round up of the ghost part of the situation with @keepbeachcitysafe and @keepbeachcityweird.
Theory: Ronaldo’s girlfriend Jane is the key to figuring out Rose Quartz is not gone, largely via a constellation of background clues. If that sounds ridiculous, I understand. I’m Ronaldo. Actually I’m not Ronaldo, but hopefully I’ll have a post about him too soon. I hope we can all have fun together tho
This post is very, very long and involves a lot of images. It will be confusing at first, but please entertain the thought and keep reading, and I hope it clicks into place. I may need to update it later.
Three sections for supporting evidence:
1. Restaurant Wars, Jane, KBCW/KBCS blogs’ interaction & contents
2. Astral projection/ghosts/fusions
3. Dogcopter secrets
Restaurant Wars Saga & Jane’s appearances
So Ronaldo has a blog at @keepbeachcityweird - he also published a book based on his blog called Keep Beach City Weird: You Can’t Hide the Truth!!!, which is available for purchase.
On April 23, 2014, Lion 2: The Movie airs. Jane appears for the first time working the ticket booth at the movie theater and sees Lion and the kids fight a killer robot. Dogcopter 3 is playing at the theater.
April 23, 2014, Ronaldo at Keep Beach City Weird also posts about seeing Dogcopter 3 at the movie theater, where the parking lot is a mess, presumably from Steven, Connie and Lion’s robot training fight.
He mentions “First of all, it’s a huge mistake to turn the last Dogcopter book into THREE movies.”, but that’s less relevant to this particular post. The important thing is that he, like Connie, follows Dogcopter, who’s also associated with Jane. (We’ll get to Dogcopter’s appearances in SU in the last part of this once the context is established)
Ronaldo’s posts in general document specific events and details in his home Beach City, but that’s another post entirely.
Exactly a year later, Ronaldo on April 23, 2015 posted about receiving a mysterious letter, which might be from Jane because (beneath a great deal of smudging) it appears to call Ronaldo the CUTEST GUY EVER! (This isn’t crucial or anything, just noting it as one of our first Jane points).
I GOT A LETTER TODAY!!! But for some reason it was all wet and I can’t even tell what it says. Is it a love letter? Is it a death threat? Please tell me! I need to know if I should lock my doors or open my heart!
Jane also appears in Beach City Drift. After Beach City Drift, keepbeachcitysafe posts an episode reaction blog, on July 22 2016, and takes special notice of Jane.
Hey did you guys notice that girl that keeps appear. We saw her when Steven took Connie to the movies and now she’s here. I wonder if she’s involved in something. Hmmmm. So Stevonnie raced Kevin down the hill in his Himitsu X12, that’s secret in Japanese.
(Kevin’s Himitsu X12 is his car, in the middle there. We’ll come back to this and what KBCS means in a second.)
July 25 2016, Restaurant Wars airs, the third of Jane’s four appearances in SU. In this ep, Jane comes a long way to return Ronaldo’s Koala Princess DVDs, and catches Ronaldo with Kiki and is upset.
KBCS posts another episode reaction blog, pays attention to Jane again, and says they plan to message Ronaldo.
Ronaldo says he can’t do it because of his girlfriend. Ooo, he has a girlfriend, that’s pretty cool, you just know whats gonna happen next.
Ok so, Ronaldo’s, GIRLFRIEND, (imagine me saying that in slow motion) showed up at the worst possible moment.
Everything was back to normal. Except poor Ronaldo, I should sent him a letter to cheer him up. Seen ya next week.
Almost immediately the KBCS and KBCW blogs play out a little interaction online:
Ronaldo goes through some stuff.
No post today. If anyone needs me I’ll be at Brooding Hill… where I’ll be CRYING.
I usually cry at Crying Canyon, but it’s closed right because of some flash flood warnings.
Then Ronaldo posts KBCS’s letter.
Note how KBCW caps this message so the name is clearly visible? It’s referring to Ronaldo’s bio:
It’s not very cheering...but things work out shortly thereafter. Jane likes one of Ronaldo’s posts and all seems well.
I think it’s going to work out you guys. Thanks for all your support.
After this, Ronaldo doesn’t post again until Rocknaldo several months later, and one last time after publishing his book.
That’s April 18 2017. The KBCW tumblr is never updated again. KBCS’s final post is not long after, Jul 4, 2017.
Finally, Jane makes a cameo alongside Ronaldo in the very last scene of Steven Universe Future, “The Future.”
Koala Princess, Astral Projection and Psychic Ghosts
So some interesting patterns come up when you connect the two blogs, the clues associated with Jane, and some understanding of Steven’s powers. Let’s revisit Keep Beach City Weird, a Ronaldo’s primary blog, and Keep Beach City Safe, which contains mysteries too big for this simple Dogcopter/Jane-hime lore post.
Keep Beach City Weird - Ran from September 2013 to April 2017, with a lot of posts made in October 2015 and July 2016.
Keep Beach City Safe - Ran from June 2015 to July 2017, with most posts in 2016 of course.
Let’s look at a timeline of posts. I’m going to call out things that we’ll connect to the Jane lore at the end.
Keep Beach City Weird: Ronaldo’s blog
Nov 1, 2013, days before Steven Universe first airs: KBCW’s first post is all about Astral Projection.
Astral Projection! The ability to travel outside your physical body and into other planes of existence!
I began to feel lightheaded and before I knew it, I was floating above my body. Amazing! I walked out onto the boardwalk in my new ASTRAL FORM, and you know what the weird thing was? Nobody even said hello to me. I was COMPLETELY INVISIBLE! I mean, usually nobody really notices me, but this was a different kind of not being noticed. This was not being noticed on another plane of existence - so I didn’t feel bad about it.Anyway, after being ignored in the arcade and Fish Stew Pizza, I got bored and I went back to the fry shop to re-merge with my body.
Astral projection is a power Steven demonstrates a number of times, and you’ll see among these posts that certain powers of Steven involving this stuff are called out by the blog.
Connie: What? Where are you? How are you...?
Steven: I’m not sure, but I think it’s a classic psychic ghost type situation.
Connie: Ah, of course! So, what’s the plan?
from Reunited
Steven: Oh man. I fell asleep and had this weird dream. I opened the door and Lapis was there, and-
Pearl: Well, that doesn’t make any sense. Lapis is fused with Jasper at the bottom of the ocean.
Steven: You’ve never had a dream before, huh?
Pearl: Uh, I don’t think so.
from Chille Tid
August 28, 2014, Joking Victim, Ronaldo posts about ghosts. And an arsonist from about 150 years ago.
September 04 2014, Steven and the Stevens, Ronaldo posts about "cross dimensional travelers”
And all the cross dimensional time travelers I know don’t want to go on the record about their experiences.
Not mentioning posts that don’t mention ghosts/astral projection/dimensions in some capacity, but in realtime Ronaldo liveblogs in response to episode events.
Ronaldo also answers some fan asks. On October 31 2014 after Keep Beach City Weird he answers this question about floaters with “BACTERIAL GHOSTS” in all caps, this one about his first encounter with the supernatural (the events shown in Horror Club, which aired February 12, 2015)
Nov 2014, Ronaldo posts twice about Watermelon Stevens and a review of the anime Soul Blaster, “Like every anime, Soul Blaster is about a high school student. Our hero is a cool dude, with even cooler hair named Kyosuke. He battles rogue spirits with the help of his Soul Blaster - which happens to be powered by the spirit of his deceased younger brother, Kettaro. “
On December 4, 2014 Ronaldo posts about Koala Princess, who will become important in this post when we get back to Dogcopter and Jane. Koala Princess is repeatedly used as a stand-in for talking about Steven’s journey. In this post Ronaldo says:
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ok, so I just finished the final episode of Koala Princess and I don’t want to get too emotional on you guys but I CAN’T STOP CRYING! Koala Princess goes on a walkabout and enters dreamtime and finally MEETS HER KOALA MOTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! SLKDJFSDJ:FS
I’ve got so many feels! These feels are the real deals! On wheels! WHAT AM I SAYING?! I’M GOING CRAZY!!!
Lion 3: Straight to Video aired on the same day as Ronaldo’s post. In this episode Steven meets Dogcopter in a dream, and then sees his mother Rose Quartz for the first time - she speaks to him via a VHS tape.
After Alone Together, Ronaldo posts about Stevonnie, who is a fusion. He also gets stuck under a fridge for a bit after Future Vision in January 2015.
And I want TO GET OUT FROM UNDER THIS FRIDGE!
He posts like five times about it in the same day because he’s freaking out.
And also I want my body to be shot into space with a print version of my blog so an alien civilization can find me reconstruct my body and worship me.
On February 19 2015 after Winter Forecast, he posts about using time travel to fix bad decisions:
Sometimes I think about all the bad decisions I’ve made and how they’ve affected my life, and I wish I could go back in time and change them. But unless I can find a way to break into the Pentagon and steal a time bike, I’m just stuck with having regrets.
After Political Power Ronaldo claims glowsticks are filled with ghost blood.
Anyway, then stuff happens.
January 4 2016, after The Answer, Ronaldo posts about seeing Dogcopter 4 and shares the poster for it.
One interesting thing about the poster is that if you invert it and mess with the contrast a bit, a strange diagram appears on the left. A true mystery.
And after months of avoiding and spoilers or teasers or trailers, I was in line for Dogcopter 4, and then some dummy walking out of the theater TOTALLY SPOILED EVERYTHING and was like, “I can’t believe that Dogcopter’s parents are actually cats.”
Coming back to Dogcopter in a minute, but these are relevant details.
Dogcopter dies defending the planet but then he comes back to life because he’s actually part cat and cats have 9 lives.
On Jan 5, Steven’s Birthday, Ronaldo posts about celebrating his birthday on a different date every year.
Every year, I celebrate my birthday on a completely different day. Why? To keep my birthdate a SECRET so that no clandestine government agencies can steal my identity!
July 2016, the saga with Jane and KBCS above happens. When he’s sad about Jane breaking up with him, the same day Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service comes out (in which Steven astral projects into Kiki’s dream), he listens to sad music.
Ugh, I wish I had some sad music to listen to at work. All I have is a playlist of video game soundtracks and some EVP recordings of ghost hauntings. I guess ghosts are sad. I’ll just listen to those.
But if you’re feeling happy, I do suggest listening to the “Go-Go Gorilla Go-Go Kart Racing” soundtrack. Some solid 16-bit J-reggae.
This post may partly be a reference to the Sadie Killer song G-G-G-Ghost, which is performed in The Big Show and wouldn’t air for a bit, but is also astral projection related.
Why can't you see me?
Why can't you see me?
I think I might be
A g-g-g-ghost.
Can't you see that I exist?
And I don't need an exorcist
To let me out
Look at me and I'll appear
Why can't you see that I'm right here?
That I'm right here?
Why can't you see me?
Why can't you see me?
I think I might be
A g-g-g-ghost.
I'm calling you from the other side
Once Ronaldo has gone through grief and anger, he resorts to begging her to come back. This post is from July 28, the day Alone at Sea aired in which Jasper begs Lapis to return.
Much like Koala Princess’ vision in the Eucalyptus Jungle in Season 5, Episode 13 what you saw on the Boardwalk the other day was not what it seemed. I was only pretending to date Kiki to defend my family’s honor, just as the Kanga-ronin did in Season 1, Episode 3!
Here is another Koala Princess reference. There are a couple SU references in the episode numbers in this post.
The events of Season 5, Episode 13 of KP was not what it seemed: for Steven Universe, this is Your Mother and Mine, in which Garnet tells a story told to her by Rose Quartz. It later turns out to be a false origin story to cover the truth that Rose Quartz was Pink Diamond.
Kanga-ronin pretended at something to defend family honor in Season 1, Episode 3, which in SU is Cheeseburger Backpack - where Steven buys a novelty backpack so he can carry things on missions to be useful for the gems, fails his first mission and pretends he’s fine. The events of this ep are later referenced in The Test.
Finally, Koala Princess’ vision in the Eucalyptus Jungle is a reference to Stevonnie’s vision in Jungle Moon, which is Stevonnie’s first interaction with Pink Diamond via a memory dream. In this dream, all was not as it seemed either.
Then the KBCW blog doesn’t post until Feb 2017, after Rocknaldo. A couple ghost and dream-y quotes from here:
In my searches for THE TRUTH, I’ve done a lot of listening. I’ve listened to haunted houses to hear ghosts from other dimensions. I’ve listened to radio signals from the cosmos for signs of alien life.
I’ve also learned that HUMANS NEED TO SLEEP. I didn’t sleep for 48 hours and I PASSED OUT FOR DAYS.
Ronaldo’s final post is an ad for his book, which comes out during a hiatus, and he references Koala Princess again:
I did have a little help from some fellow truth-stigators I met on a Koala Princess forum, Ben Levin and Matt Burnett, but most of the work was definitely done by ME!
Now let’s look at Keep Beach City Safe.
Keep Beach City Safe: [???]’s blog
For KBCS, I’m only going to skim to address ghost/astral projection related content that comes back to the business with Jane, Dogcopter, Koala Princess and Rose. The rest of this blog is a little too big for right now.
It’s interesting that KBCS seems to have mostly flown under the radar, but between the Jane arc and a couple other things I believe it to be legit. Suffice to say I’m treating it as real and you will see why in a minute.
For KBCS I’ll mostly mention which episode a post is associated with, but not the date like with Ronaldo’s.
KBCS’s reaction blog to Nightmare Hospital includes a couple relevant lines:
Where was the Gem M.? I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around! It was mom!
Don’t tell me It’s on the other side of the hall corner. That would mean it saw mo- Connie’s mom!
KBCS posts a blog between Too Far and The Answer, in which they review a number of events. (They post another blog about fusions in which they describe Garnet and Stevonnie’s components as well)
During the movie the TV just shut down and they were being chased around by a “ghost”. It was actually a gem stuck inside the house, making the house seem like it was possessed.
They also get pretty excited about Steven’s birthday.
Only a few more minutes until Steven’s Birthday!
Eeeeh! Only a few mins left until midnight. We finally get to learn about Garnet’s past! Are guys happy, I know I am. I can’t even express how happy I feel, but I’ll try. And I will not act crazy while doing it, Imma keep it cool. So it’s like Peace and Love had a son, and his name was Steven! Then Steven fused with Connie, who was the daughter of Happiness. And they formed Stevonnie, who was made of everything right within the universe!
On Steven’s Birthday they also post about the Dogcopter 4 movie.
I’m gonna be a Smart Spoiler and drop hints in my post for you guess. Only those who have watched it will notice the clues. Yep, watching it 9 times.
This clearly references Ronaldo’s post about Dogcopter having nine lives, but KBCS is a little more considerate about spoilers.
In KBCS’s “It Could’ve Been Great” post, they’re still talking about Steven’s birthday. There’s a promo image attached as well.
To start things off I just wanted to say: I did see Steven turn into a baby? And I would also like to say: DID YOU SEE STEVEN TURN INTO A BABY!?!?
So, by now your probably wondering what the second image is aren’t you? We clearly it’s a pic of Rose holding a cupcake candle.
We, here at Keep Beach City Safe, thought that Steven would’ve liked to have his mom at his birthday party. Happy Birthday from all of us at KBCS. Hope you like it.
Future Vision reference. (Some of this is less relevant to the Jane thing but I’m pulling quotes that are related to fusion and stuff in the hopes it gets clearer)
This reminds me of the time that Garnet gave Stevens her future vision. I don’t know what happens exactly, but I think you see what’s going to happen in the future hence the name future vision. Being able to see into the future would be awesome, yet terrified at same time.
There’s a great post about Pie Day - in fact, KBCS posts about Pie Day a few times. They call out Pearl, too, which reminds me of a certain prolific fandom video editor’s handle.
You know who else knows about Pi. Pearl, but also Peridot.
Pearl Doesn’t Like Pie. Happy Pie Day!
This is not a good photo of Pear let’s see if we can find a better one. Now that’s better.
Sorry for the tangent. Let’s talk koalas now.
KBCS posts about The New Lars. They have thoughts about Steven’s ability to hop into other bodies, namely the question of whether Rose could do this as well.
Steven is worried that Lars isn’t being truthful about his feelings. So through his dreams, Steven jumps into Lar’s body, and trys to make his life better. But he only makes things worse.
Steven somehow possessed Lars’s body through his dreams. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again, we have a word for it now: Dream Possession. But he can also enter dreams.
He did it with Lapis, the Watermelon Stevens, and now Lars. That’s one gem, one sentient plant, and one human. Well with lapis he was merely communicating with her. This, new power, is seems to activates itself whenever Steven wants to help someone, but can’t because something getting in the way. Could this be a power passed down from Rose, or is this a power he himself posses?
#koala vs sloth
in The New Lars, koalas come up twice. Koalas in SU are associated with Steven’s astral projection powers. Remember how Koala Princess met her mother in the dreamscape?
Steven: For your consideration...The koala, a marsupial from the forests of Australia, and the sloth, hailing from the forests of South America. Who should be crowned the king of the "Hanging Around Doing Nothing" mammals!?
Steven in Lars’ body: Whatcha doing? Hanging out?
Buck: Yeah.
Steven: That's cool. Would you say you hang out more like koalas or sloths? Uh, I'm asking for Steven.
Steven: Um... I'm really, really sorry about yesterday. I got you a card, it's got a koala and a sloth.
From The New Lars. Steven references koalas three times.
KBCS gets to Beach City Drift. They take notice of Jane and of Kevin’s car.
Hey did you guys notice that girl that keeps appear. We saw her when Steven took Connie to the movies and now she’s here. I wonder if she’s involved in something. Hmmmm.
So Stevonnie raced Kevin down the hill in his Himitsu X12, that’s secret in Japanese.
So while we’re back on the subject of Jane, here’s something interesting about Dogcopter and the Himitsu X12. They both show up in advertisements together in the background of Empire City.
Mr Greg
Same Old World
This is what KBCS is talking about - Dogcopter has a secret.
For Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service, KBCS has more to say about dreams.
She has a nightmare and Steven, coincidentally, falls asleep after eating and enters Kiki’s dream. Now Steven The Dream Warrior, must help Kiki battle her dream, and finally end this nightmare once and for all.
Steven, who for some reason keeps going into people’s dreams, goes into Kiki’s dream.
Steven fought for about week, and he’s was tired by day four. And we know from experience that a sleepless Steven, is a cranky Steven.
This is the same power Steven used in Chille Tid. and look who showed up again?
After Monster Reunion airs, KBCS posts a liveblog and includes a far-fetched accusation that Rose Quartz is Pink Diamond.
Think about it! A Diamond should have access to all gem controlled tech, right. And if Rose Quartz was Pink Diamond, which she is, then she should be able to too, right. And Steven has Rose’s gem. So now Steven can access gem tech. And one more thing to prove this theory once and for all.
But there’s one thing that doesn’t add up. Rose Quartz… is a Quartz. How could she be a Diamond?????? Maybe I’m wrong, she could have been just working along side Pink Diamond. Maybe this just a crackpot theory about the impossible. I don’t think gems can turn into different gems? who knows, I guess we’ll find out sooner or later.
When KBCS gets to Crack the Whip, they take note of Lion and tag him thrice:
Crack the Whip! Is it just me or is that foreshadowing?
Oh, did I mention that Lion was there. He was just there, when Connie opened the door, he walked up and just started hanging. It was so cool! It was like, Just Lion Things 2! So the snack break, that takes the whole day, ends at the beach, where the idea originally began.
Amethyst faces off Jasper, gem to gem, while Steven and Connie, and don’t forget Lion, fight the corrupted gem.
Lion was keeping the Gem Monster busy while all of this was happening. I was so stunned when Steven and Connie fused, without doing a fusion dance! How well they worked, together, they rode on Lion, and defeated Jasper, and poofed the Gem Monster all at the same time!!!
#just lion things 2 #lion fights #lion still fights
There’s also a weird Google Slides slideshow connected to the KBCS account, which includes this image featuring Lion, Tiny Floating Whale, (and Connie and Greg) and the word TRUE with Steven’s affirmative!
More Koala Princess
Two more Koala Princess references - although only one is immediately relevant -
In Gemcation, Ronaldo keeps texting Steven about Koala Princess. Steven’s lockscreen is a selfie with him and Lion.
Also, as a sidenote, Koala Princess is implicated in sneople trolls on anime message boards.
Dogcopter
These are just the Dogcopter appearances (Thanks to SU wiki as well as my brain) Dogcopter fights robots in at least one timeline, and the book is allegedly really long. Bold Dogcopters are the pink dogcopter, everything else is an ad or grey.
Lars and the Cool Kids - Poster
Lion 2 - The movie they all go see.
Lion 3 - Gives Steven advice.
Chille Tid - Shows Steven how to find Lapis. Meows. (Dogcopter’s parents are cats.)
Same Old World & Mr. Greg - Advertisement
Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service - flies Steven away.
In Dreams and Growing Pains (Note this is grey Dogcopter) - Flies away in Stefan’s nightmare, proposes to Drew the driver (or at least offers them something) in the Dogcopter 6 Till Death Do Us Bark I Now Pronounce You Man and Woof trailer.
Snow Day - Pupcopter, a spinoff for babies.
And for Steven’s Birthday - Connie points out a Dogcopter constellation.
Astral Projection
Another quick summary. I’ve written a lot on this psychic ghost stuff so check my blog if you want the tags, idrc. Summary of astral projection powers Steven has shown:
Leaving his body (Reunited, Escapism)
Possessing other bodies (New Lars, Escapism, SWI)
Traveling to others’ dreams (Kiki’s Pizza, Chille Tid)
Interacting with fusion components within the fusion’s mind (Chille Tid, Mindful)
Regarding KBCS’s question of whether Rose could have done this, it doesn’t seem impossible - and as of Fragments and Homeworld Bound, we know that Gems don’t die when they are killed. (Lol.) That is, the personality/soul can appear in the same gem if it’s shattered and repaired. And Steven’s mom’s gem is perfectly intact, inside him.
Literally what is the point of all this
So after KBCS and KBCW spent so long talking about astral projection, ghosts, dreams, fusions, etc etc. they never actually got to the point - just pointed us in the direction of a bunch of clues that
Rose Quartz isn’t gone.
Obviously. She’s in his gem in him, like Lapis and the mirror, or the lighthouse gem. She uses astral projection to help Steven in his dreams as well as see him in Rose’s room, like other fusions speak in the mindscape. (There’s a lot more to this but this is enough to ask anyone to wrap their head around atm)
She also interacts with him through other bodies, the same way Steven takes over Lars’ body, or the Watermelon Stevens.
Remember this?
We, here at Keep Beach City Safe, thought that Steven would’ve liked to have his mom at his birthday party.
Who came to Steven’s birthday in which Connie points out that Dogcopter constellation?
Who gave Steven advice when he wished he could talk to his mom?
Who showed Steven where to find the tape?
Who else could have asked Steven, “What do you want” in Susan Egan’s voice?
(Why did they choose to hire Susan Egan to voice a cameo in Under the Knife in the first few seconds of Fusion Cuisine, where she says “It’s my son!” while Lion is onscreen)
Or reassured him that Rose’s tape was telling him the truth?
Who first brought him to Pink Diamond’s moon base?
Who knew where Rose’s armory was and how to train with it? (Note the giant penny)
Who showed Steven the location of Pink’s fallen palanquin?
Who found Rose’s lost scabbard?
and knew where Pearl would run to when she’s upset?
Who (reluctantly) brought Steven to the landfill and Pink Diamond’s ship?
Who showed him how to find Malachite?
Twice?
Who showed him how Pink Diamond tried to stop the Earth’s colonization, and who to ask for the truth?
Who tried to entertain him on Mask Island when he was trapped on Homeworld?
And then rescued him from the open sea?
Who showed Stevonnie the password to Yellow Diamond’s moon base?
Much like Koala Princess’ vision in the Eucalyptus Jungle in Season 5, Episode 13 what you saw on the Boardwalk the other day was not what it seemed.
So yeah Rose is Lion 2020. Thanks for reading this extremely long nonsense.
Also thanks to @babybeetlebongos for both mindscape lore and fixing Ronaldo’s cheek in the banner image, lol. I made a Twitter thread about this as well (and the more in depth Lion and astral projection theory threads are quoted at the top, if you need them. the #mindscape deeplore 2020 tag/tags on this post have stuff too.)
#steven universe theory#steven universe future#su theory#steven universe#rose is lion 2020#mindscape deeplore 2020#jane lore 2020#kbcs lore#dogcopter#lion the mood#rosedemption 2020#would you believe this isn't even the deep part of the rabbit hole??? im tired tho#i hope i left enough info for others to get into KBCS if anyone cares#i love this fool rose quartz
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Squeaking By
Ever since she got her Miraculous, Marinette had picked up more than one peculiar habits.
This wasn’t a side effect, or something to do with the miraculous itself. Instead, it mostly had to do with the fact that she now had a near constant companion in Mullo, her sweet, shy and soft spoken kwami. Marinette adored the little immortal mouse. When she was nearly blinded by panic at the idea of going up against supervillains and protecting the citizens of Paris from the wrath of the man who was abusing the Ladybug Miraculous’ power as he scoured Paris for the Ring of the Black Cat, which had been lost during the invasion of Paris during WWII, Mullo’s calm, quiet confidence in her had been the only thing that gave her the courage to jump into the fray.
She absolutely trusted her kwami’s wisdom and judgement, and she wanted Mullo to feel as comfortable as possible as the two of them worked together to help Fu stop Scarab, and find all the Miraculouses that had been lost and scattered to the wind. And that desire lead to Marinette changing a few small things about her day to day life. Loud noises were kept to a minimum now, since Mullo preferred the quiet. Marinette now had an extensive collection of puzzles and little brain teasers, because Mullo enjoyed the challenge of them. And peanut butter cookies now had a strange habit of mysteriously vanishing from the bakery and finding themselves in Marinette’s room.
And there were other ways Mullo’s influence affected Marinette too.
Marinette wasn’t always fully aware of these influences, unfortunately. Because of that, they tended to come to her attention when other people noticed them, which could be a little bit embarrassing sometimes. Especially when Marinette wasn’t expecting it and it was the guy she had a crush on who noticed.
Which, of course, was exactly what happened.
“Marinette!”
Glancing up from her sketchbook, Marinette smiled when she saw Rose and Juleka approaching her, looking excited about something.
“Hey, guys! What’s up?” She asked as she closed her book to give her friends her full attention.
“You won’t believe what happened to us! It’s so amazing!” Rose said, almost bouncing in excitement. Next to her, Juleka was flushed pink with a wide smile. Marinette actually DID have a pretty good idea of why her friend was so excited, but she wasn’t going to rob Rose of the chance to spread the good news to others herself.
“What happened?” She asked, doing her best to look innocently curious and NOT like she had any hand at all in her friend’s glee.
“Kitty Section’s opening up for Clara Nightingale at the May Music Festival!!!” Rose almost screamed before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “And Multimouse is the one who recommended us to her! We’re one of Multimouse’s favorite bands! I can’t believe a superhero is one of our fans! Isn’t that amazing?!”
“Totally cool!”Juleka agreed at her side, looking more excited than Marinette had ever seen her quiet goth friend.
“That’s great!” Marinette said with a wide grin. “Congratulations, you guys! Kitty Section totally deserves this, you guys are all so talented,” Her friends both practically glowed at the praise, and Marinette felt a swell of happiness at seeing the pair so excited. Especially when she caught sight of Mylene giving a surprised laugh as Ivan swept her up into a hug and literally spin the both of them around as the small girl giggled breathlessly about getting dizzy. She was happy she could play a role in giving her friends this chance, and she was sure they would knock everyone’s socks off when the big night came.
“Thanks, Marinette! That means so much, coming from you!” Rose said, looking giddy. Marinette blinked a little at that.
“...Coming from me?” She repeated, a little confused. Why would her opinion matter so much to her friends?
“Well, you see, we actually wanted to ask you something…” Rose explained, fidgeting slightly, “See, Clara is actually gave us a budget so we could get the things we need for the show, and we were wondering if we could commission you to make us some costumes for our performance. But only if you’re not too busy! I know Lila mentioned that you’ve been designing for some contest and said we shouldn’t bother you earlier this week when we were talking about going to the movies, and I don’t want you burning out or anything!” Marinette frowned a little. So Lila was taking advantage of her friends attempts to be considerate to justify excluding Marinette from group activities as well as taking advantage of them so they’d wait on the little liar hand and foot, was she?
“Lila must have... heard wrong,” she said, biting back the temptation to accuse her of intentionally lying again. Her friends were happy right now, and she didn’t want to ruin that for them. She knew even if Rose and Juleka did ask, Lila would turn this into another he said/she said thing by claiming she heard it from someone else and Marinette had no evidence of Lila’s true nature to warn her friends away. “I’m not doing any contests right now, and I’d love to help Kitty Section make costumes.”
“THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOOOOOU!!!” Rose said, grappling Marinette into a spine shattering hug. “Oh, this is going to be so INCREDIBLE! Your designs are always the best, Marinette!”
“It’s no problem, Rose. I’m always happy to help,” Marinette told the blonde once she’d freed herself from the other girl’s vice grip and regained the oxygen her lungs had lost. “Is there a theme to the concert?”
“Midnight in Paris!” Rose told her, grinning widely. “Clara showed us the designs for it, and it’s going to look so romantic!”
“It’s awesome,” Juleka agreed, grinning. “All dark, with smoke and candles and stuff.”
“We can do something like that, with Kitty Section’s image and sound,” Marinette said, the creative wheels in her head starting to spin, “a kind of Phantom of the Opera sort of look. Rose, we can put you in a punked out ball gown, and Juleka can wear a tuxedo dress. Maybe Ivan and Luka can wear capes…!”
Fully lost in a cloud of inspiration now, Marinette flipped her sketchbook back open and began putting pencil to paper, sketching out rough concepts of the image she had begun to form in her head. Rose and Juleka eagerly took up seats on either side of her to watch over her shoulder as an image began to take shape under her pencil.
She didn’t know how long she sat like that, only half in reality and listening to Rose and Juleka give suggestions or excitedly praise the design details they liked while the rest of her sank further into the creative bliss. In fact, Marinette was so caught up in designing that it took her a minute to register the sound of someone chuckling in front of her. Blinking out of her daze, Marinette brought herself out of her head to focus on her surroundings once more, glancing up to see who was laughing.
And then promptly freezing in shock at the sight of Adrien Agreste’s green eyes less than a hand’s width away from her face.
Yelping in shock, Marinette flailed to put some distance between her and the model, but just ended up throwing off her balance and nearly falling into the rosebush planted behind the bench she’d been sitting on instead. Luckily, Juleka caught her before she had a VERY uncomfortable encounter with the thorn-covered plant, but unfortunately Adrien was standing right there and witnessed the entire thing.
Quick! Distract him from your total lack of grace! Say something!!!
“Adrien! How you be?!” Marinette babbled out helplessly, cringing a little and screaming inside as Rose and Juleka shot her sympathetic looks.
“Oh, hey Marinette! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to see what you were working on,”
“Marinette is making Kitty Section’s costumes for the May Music Festival!” Rose told the model happily. “We’re opening up for Clara Nightingale.”
“Seriously? Wow, that’s incredible! Congratulations, guys!” Adrien said, turning to give Marinette a grin and a cheeky wink. “You guys are gonna look AND sound amazing! I can’t wait to see you perform!” Marinette was in danger of passing out from all the blood that rushed to her face at her crush’s praise.
“W-what were you laughing about, anyways?” Marinette asked, suddenly remembering what had distracted her from her drawing and fearing the worse, “is there something weird about one of my designs?”
“What? Oh! NO! It wasn’t your designs, I swear!” Adrien reassured her quickly, looking a little self conscious. “I just thought it was cute that you kept making little squeaking sounds, actually.”
...What?
“Squeaking sounds?” Marinette repeated, perplexed. She turned to Rose and Juleka to see if they knew what Adrien was talking about, but found them both studiously avoiding her eye.
“Yeah. You kept making these cute little squeaks. Kinda like a happy hamster or something,” Adrien told her. Marinette gaped at him, mouth opening and closing soundlessly as she tried to process what he was saying. “Anyways, I’d better get going. Gorilla’s gonna start looking for me soon. Tell Kitty Section to break a leg for me!” and, with that, Adrien was off, oblivious to the fact that he had just tilted Marinette’s entire world on its axis.
“Wow, Marinette! You did a lot better that time!” Rose praised her. “Most of your sentences were completely coherent!”
“...Do I squeak?” Marinette asked her friends.
“Erm, sorry, what?”
“Do. I. Squeak?” Marinette repeated, already dreading the response she knew she was going to get. Sure enough, Rose and Juleka exchanged looks that told Marinette all she needed to know, and she buried her face in her sketchbook with a wail of dismay.
“You don’t do it all the time! Just when you’re happy!” Rose assured her hastily. “We didn’t want to say anything because we didn’t want you to feel self conscious about it. Right, Juleka?”
“It’s cute,” Juleka assured Marinette quickly at Rose’s prompting. Rose nodded aggressively in agreement.
“Adrien probably thinks I’m a nutcase!” Marinette moaned, curling into a ball.
“No he doesn’t! He even said he thought it was cute too!”
“What if he was just saying that to be nice? He was laughing at me about it!” Marinette said, curling further in on herself. Rose and Juleka exchanged uneasy looks, clearly stuck on how to make their friend feel better. Marinette gave a sigh, feeling a bit guilty for dumping her baggage on the two when they just wanted to be excited about the amazing opportunity that they had. Composing herself as best as she could, Marinette collected all her things and put them in her bag, giving her worried friends the closest thing to a smile that she could manage. “I think maybe I should head back home now. I’ll focus better in my own room. I’ll show you the first drafts for your costume designs tomorrow at school, okay?”
“Okay. Thanks again for helping out, Marinette!” Rose said as Juleka waved at her quietly. Marinette nodded at the pair before making a break for it, heading back home as quickly as she could manage without superpowers. She nodded absently at her parents when they greeted her in the bakery on her way up to her room, but didn’t stop and speak to anyone. Then, as soon as the trap door was shut, Marinette collapsed into a lump on the floor, moaning loudly in humiliation and self-pity.
Away from prying eyes, Mullo flew out of Marinette’s purse to give her teenage companion a concerned look.
“You okay, Pinkie?” she asked worriedly, brows pinching together when Marinette just groaned and curled into an even tighter ball.
“Is it really too much to ask that I go one day without making an idiot of myself in front of the boy I like?” she asked her Kwami miserably.
“Is it really something to feel so embarrassed about? Is it offensive? I squeak all the time,” Mullo reminded her, slightly confused. The rules of propriety among humans seemed to change with every new generation, and within each culture, so it was difficult for her to keep up with social taboos.
“You’re a mouse, Mullo. You’re supposed to squeak. Humans are not. Girls are not. Especially not in front of the boy they like.”
“Not even if you picked it up from spending time with me?” Mullo asked. That caused Marinette to unfurl, giving Mullo a confused look.
“...What?”
“Your squeaking. It’s something you started doing because I squeak around you all the time. Because I’m happy here. You just kind of… picked it up. I never said anything about it because I thought you were aware of it.”
“I… oh. Oh.” Marinette said, coming to a bit of a revelation. Mullo did squeak around her a lot when it was just the two of them and the little mouse kwami was happy. Marinette had never minded the little mouse noises- even thought they were adorable- but hadn’t realized that she had adopted the habit purely due to spending so much time with the kwami.
Suddenly, Marinette remembered something her mother had told her years ago, when she asked her why her mother had a habit of sticking her tongue out a little when she was focusing on something. Her Maman gave a little, embarrassed laugh at the question and admitted that it was just a weird habit she’d picked up from spending time with her Uncle, since he did the same thing.
“Sometimes we pick up little quirks from people when we’re close to them, sweetie. I guess that’s just human nature,” Sabine told her warmly. Marinette remembered feeling a little jealous at the time, wishing that she had people she was close enough to to ‘share’ habits with.
“Pinkie? Did you hear me?” Marinette was jolted out of her thoughts and back to the present at Mullo’s concerned question, blinking a few times to focus on the worried Kwami floating a few inches in front of her.
“H-huh?”
“I asked you if you want me to tell you when you squeak from now on. So you can break the habit.” Mullo asked patiently with a gentle smile. “That way, you don’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself around Adrien again.” Marinette studied the kwami for a second, giving her suggestion some consideration, before flashing Mullo a warm smile.
“No, it’s okay,” she said, pulling herself off of the ground and dusting herself off. Mullo gaped at the teen as she pulled her sketchbook out of her bag and opened it up to the sketches she’d been working on before.
“But… you were so upset about it!” Mullo said, clearly struggling to make sense of the girl’s sudden change of heart.
“Yeah, but know that I know why I’m doing it, I’m okay with it,” Marinette said, giving Mullo a soft look as the Kwami puzzled over her actions. Maybe it was a little weird and yeah, doing it in front of Adrien was extremely embarrassing, but it was kinda nice to know she and Mullo were close enough that she was picking up new habits from the kwami. Trying to break those habits felt like a rejection of that bond, and Marinette didn’t want to do that for anyone, even Adrien Agreste.
“...You humans are so confusing sometimes,” Mullo said with a small huff of frustration.
“Yeah, but you love us anyways,” Marinette said, grinning teasingly at the mouse when she shook her head in fond exasperation and sighed before settling herself comfortably on Marinette’s shoulder. Giggling a little, Marinette reached up to give the kwami a small, affectionate pat on the head.
She just grinned wider when Mullo gave her a happy little squeak in response to the attention.
#Miraculous Ladybug#multimouseweek2020#multimouse#Marinette Dupain-Cheng#ML Marinette#ML Mullo#Multimouse AU#fanfic
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swanky fortune - part seven | t.h.
Summary: life keeps you apart, Tom has a rotten morning and you return to your life
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Song I listened to while writing: Dance Monkey by Tones and I
Author’s Note: I did it y’all. I hope you’re proud of me, because I honestly did not think I would pull through. This part had me squealing, will you squeal with me? Also, trying some new pics, gif is not mine! Make sure to leave some feedback :’)
Warnings: cussing and swearing
Word Count: 3,6k
Masterlist
Teaser | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. What could he possibly want from you?
“Yes. I am. And you are…?”
The man nodded and gave you a polite smile.
“You can call me Felix. I am here to pick you up for the airport.”
Wait, what?
Your smile faltered and you frowned at him.
“You are? But Tom said that he was going to drive me to the airport,” you pointed out and the man- Felix, ducked his head.
“Mr. Holland was called away, he has some important business to take care of and he asked me to escort you to the airport.”
You couldn’t help but feel disappointment wash over you. Of course you understood, honestly you were really surprised that Tom was able to spend so much time with you as he already did, but if you had known, you would have said good bye properly the last time you saw him. Hell, you couldn’t even remember when you saw him last.
“Oh, yes. That makes sense. Uhm. Just let me grab my stuff real quick,” you told Felix, your tone much more subdued and you went inside to grab your luggage.
“Get a grip, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself and shouldered the backpack, dragging your suitcase to the doorway where he was waiting for you.
“Let me take that for you,” Felix said and grabbed your suitcase, before making his way over to the elevator, leaving you to follow him.
You were flipping over your phone in your hand as you walked over the marbled floor to the elevator, your phone blinking, an apology text from Tom already waiting for you.
Tom: I hope you read this before Felix comes to pick you up, but I can’t drive you to the airport. I know this sucks because we couldn’t finish our conversation from last night, but my agent is really on my arse about this and I wouldn’t cancel on you if this wasn’t important. I’m really, really sorry and if it helps, I haven’t had the best morning anyways. I promise I will make it up to you.
Tom: Have a safe flight love, let me know when you land xx
With a sigh you locked your phone and slipped it in the pocket of your backpack. You were way too emotional to form a reply right now, you were going to wait until you calmed down to text him back. You followed Felix out of the hotel and clambered into the backseat of the car.
“Do you want to stop for breakfast on the way to the airport?” Felix asked, looking back to you after he’s got in the driver’s seat.
You shook your head, buckling up.
“No, I’m fine. We can go straight to the airport, thanks.”
He nodded and turned his eyes back on the street before he started the drive towards the airport, with the radio providing the only sound in the car.
You leaned your head against the window and watched buildings pass by in a blur, before you closed your eyes.
“Good bye Los Angeles,” you mumbled under your breath when you opened your eyes again, but the only thing you were seeing was Tom smiling at you and his warm, brown eyes.
A couple hours before, across the city…
“Mate, you gotta wake up.”
Tom whined in his sleep and turned over in his king-size bed, huffing a breath out of his nostrils before his breath evened out again, small snores filling the room.
Harrison hesitated. Tom had stumbled into the apartment pretty late the night before and he had only muttered out a quick ‘Argument with Jeff’ out, before he disappeared into his bedroom.
Harrison had wanted to go in to cheer his best mate up a bit, but standing outside the door, he had heard muffled talking, Tom’s soft voice and he knew that someone else was already taking care of that. It was why it was so much harder for him to wake him up now, knowing how upset Tom was going to be with the change of plans.
“Tom, seriously, wake up,” Harrison said gently and shook the brunet by the shoulders.
“Whatttt?” Tom groaned and covered his eyes with his hand, his other reaching for his phone.
“It’s not even time for me to get up to drive Y/N to the airport, bro.”
“Jeff is here,” Harrison told him and Tom sat up, blinking at him in confusion.
“Here here?”
Harrison gave him a look and Tom sighed, throwing the blanket back and getting out of his comfortable bed. If his agent really showed up in person at his place, it wasn’t a good sign.
He headed into his bathroom to brush his teeth and scowl at his reflection in the mirror, before he slipped on some sweats and a t shirt.
“Morning Jeff,” Tom yawned while he padded to the kitchen where Jeff was talking to Harry and Sam.
“Look who’s finally awake,” Jeff said sarcastically and the twins quickly disappeared into the backyard with Harrison as the tension rose in the room. Jeff was a great agent, Tom was really thankful for everything he’s done. But he’s also a stickler to the rules. If it was Jeff’s call, Tom was pretty sure he wouldn’t get any time off anymore and just spend it getting interviewed, doing photoshoots and making sure his image was clean as slate.
It was safe to say that they got along greatly professionally. Personally? Not that much.
Tom rolled his eyes and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard before pouring himself some coffee. “It’s not even nine am, cut back the sarcasm. Do you want some coffee?”
Jeff shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest, his eyebrows furrowed. So Tom was right. His agent was not here to congratulate him for the premiere the day before.
“So, what’s up?” Tom asked, sipping on his coffee while he stared at Jeff.
Jeff stared back at him, his forehead creased. “You’ve been slacking off the last few days, Tom. I can’t believe you blew off the photo shoot with Cosmopolitan on Friday.”
“I was tired, Jeff. And it was the day before the premiere, did you really expect me to have time to do a photo shoot on top of everything?” Tom sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. It really was too early for all of this.
“But you had the time to hang around that fan who won the Brothers Trust ruffle?”
Tom narrowed his eyes at Jeff. He didn’t particularly like the direction Jeff was steering this conversation to. “Her name’s Y/N.”
“Y/N,” Jeff hissed, massaging his temples. “The reason why you almost got mobbed at the Four Seasons if it weren’t for me?”
“It wasn’t her fault, I wasn’t being careful,” Tom pointed out and Jeff snorted, leaning on the counter with his hands.
“That’s exactly my point. She’s distracting you. I have never seen you out of your game like this before, she’s messing with your head and it’s not good, Tom. I thought you always prided yourself on being focused and always giving your best when you’re working,” Jeff taunted and Tom slapped a hand on the counter, feeling anger simmering up in him.
“Do not turn my words against me, Jeff,” He snapped out. “You know I’ve never liked doing so many photo shoots, I’m an actor for god’s sake, not a model.”
“It was a promotional shoot. For your new movie, remember?”
“Don’t patronize me.”
Tom downed the last of the coffee before he put the empty mug in the dishwasher, sighing. In the end, he knew that Jeff just wanted the best for his career, and Tom really owed him a lot of his success.
“Why are you here, Jeff?” he then asked, his voice milder than before. He was tired and the more he fought, the longer this conversation was going to be (and the longer you had to wait for him).
“I’m here to accompany you to the Cosmopolitan photoshoot. They agreed to a second shoot to make up for the one you ditched,” Jeff said and Tom’s eyes widened, he was shaking his head vigorously.
“No no no, I can’t. I’m supposed to bring Y/N to the airport, and this wasn’t planned, I- What the fuck, Jeff?” He argued agitated and Jeff only held up a hand, uncharacteristically calm.
“Zendaya and Jake are also going to be there. There’s no way you can get out of this.”
Tom stared at his agent in disbelief before he threw his hands up, cursing. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re doing this Jeff,” he muttered, his heart sinking when he thought of you. “Y/N’s going to be so upset.”
Jeff clasped Tom on the back, his face sporting a grin. “If she really is that amazing like you’re painting her to be, she’ll understand buddy. Now get dressed.”
oOo
“Ahhhh! I can’t believe you asked Zendaya how her kiss with Zac was!” Luisa yelled and pulled you in for a hug.
“Geez, is that really how you greet me?” you snorted and patted her back before you pulled away, shouldering your backpack. Even though the flight was quite pleasant, it still was rough to spend nine hours in a cramped up seat.
She shot you a beaming smile and wrapped an arm around your neck as you made your way to the exit of the airport.
“Can’t have you get all cocky just because you walked the red carpet with some celebrities,” she teased and you rolled your eyes fondly, heaving your suitcase in the trunk of Luisa’s car, getting in the passenger seat.
“So, I ordered some pizza and we’ll just pick it up on the way home. I figured you wouldn’t want to go out for food after your flight,” Luisa said and you gave her a grateful smile, buckling up as she started her car.
You turned your phone on, and waited as the apple logo lit up, before the phone pinged excessively.
“Jeez,” you muttered, swiping through your notifications.
Messages: Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅
Messages: Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013, hazosterfield, paddyholland2004 and five others started following you.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Messages: Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
Messages: Harrison: hey did u land yet
Messages: Harrison: tom thinks that u r mad at him
Messages: Harrison: pls text him back, he’s starting to annoy me
Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.
The corners of your mouth ticked up. This was a bit excessive, even for Tom. You swiped right on Harrison’s text, letting him know you landed, before you opened Tom’s texts:
You: it’s okay. Not going to lie, I am a little bit disappointed tho. How will you make it up to me?
You: Why would it help to hear that you haven’t had a great morning? Are you okay?
THREE UNREAD MESSAGES
Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼
Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅
Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔
Frowning, you pursed your lips. It seemed like Tom was really having trouble with something lately, but it was obvious that he did not want to talk about it, so you just let it slide.
You: Yep, just got off the plane 😊
You: Did you go through all of my insta posts?
You then opened Instagram, just to see red hearts blinking at the bottom of the screen, indicating the number of posts Tom had liked. Shaking your head, you dropped your phone in your lap and leaned your elbow against the window. What a dork.
Luisa glanced at you and raised an eyebrow at your serene smile, before turning her attention back on the road.
“What’s gotten you all smile-y?” she wanted to know and you shrugged, pursing your lips. You hadn’t told Luisa anything about what has happened between you and Tom yet, you weren’t even sure why.
“Just glad to be home.”
Luisa scoffed and as the car rolled to a stop by a red light, she poked your thigh. “Are you trying to tell me you’d rather be home than with Tom Holland? Girl, don’t even try to fool me.”
You flushed and turned away, clearing your throat.
“Jeez, the last time you were this red was when Julian from biology kissed you.”
She eyed you when you kept silent at her jab and her eyes widened comically as it dawned on her.
“Holy shit, did you kiss Tom Holland?”
“What? No, of course not,” you lied and Luisa cackled, shaking her head.
“Oh my god you totally did. Fuck, I deeply respect you, Y/N,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you haven’t told me, I need details!”
“I’ll tell you at home, for god’s sake keep your eyes on the road!”
Luisa laughed gleefully, but luckily, she didn’t mention it for the rest of the drive. After having picked up the pizza at your trusted Italian, you finally headed home and you nearly cried in relief when you tossed your luggage in the corner of the living room and dropped down on the couch. It’s been a long day.
“Hey, get up or the pizza will get cold,” Luisa said, kicking your foot that was hanging off the couch. “Don’t think you can get out of telling me all about that smooch with Tom Holland.”
Groaning loudly, you propped yourself up and dragged yourself to the table, opening the pizza carton all the while Luisa was staring at you with expecting eyes. You knew she was not going to let it go until you gave her every small detail about you and Tom.
Picking the mushrooms off of your slice, you let out a sigh before diving into your story and Luisa was clinging to every word that left your mouth.
“I can’t believe it,” she said after you’ve finished. “And you guys didn’t even have a chance to finish that conversation?”
You shook your head and she made a ‘yikes’ face. “I wouldn’t want to live through that cliffhanger.”
“Tell me about it,” you muttered and pushed your half eaten pizza away. Your stomach was full and you knew there was a bunch of assignments waiting for you to start on them, it couldn’t wait any longer.
“Thanks for the pizza Lu,” you said and kissed her on the head. She smiled cheesily at you and waved her slice in your direction.
“I’m here if you need to talk!”
Sending her a thumbs up, you lugged your suitcase in your bedroom and cracked it open, tossing most of its content into the hamper for laundry later, before you sat down at your desk to get some work done.
As the sun set over the horizon, you had managed to check in with all of your professors to get the assignments you had to catch up on, contact fellow students for the material from the classes you had missed and outline an essay that was due the next week. Your eyes were drooping and you shut your laptop before pushing it away from you, stretching your arms with a yawn.
Reaching for your phone, you rubbed over your eyes as you scanned your notifications, your heart thumping in your chest when you caught sight of Tom’s name.
Tom: what? How’d you know?
Tom: oh shit I liked all of them 🤦♂
Tom: sorry, that probably creeped you out
Tom: how was your flight? what’re you up to right now? x😊
Biting on your lip, you let out a snort and swiveled in your chair. How can one be so Instagram inapt? It wasn’t like he was of a different generation, either.
You: it’s fine. I think it’s kinda cute, you’re like a fifteen year old with a crush
You: It was okay. I got plenty of sleep even though the person behind me kept jabbing their knee into my seat. I just caught up with everything I’ve missed from university. What are you doing? Something more exciting, I hope?
You exited the text chain and checked the time, pursing your lips. It’d be eleven pm in Los Angeles right now, but honestly, you weren’t even sure if he was still in the States or not. If you were honest, this was another part that held you back from throwing yourself into a relationship with Tom. The contrast between your lives could not be any more different. How would a relationship with him even work out if he was travelling most of the time and you were stuck back in your apartment, getting your degree?
The sound of your phone chiming a couple of times distracted you from your depressing thoughts and when you turned your phone to look at the notifications, you were surprised to see that Tom had already messaged you back.
Tom: trust me, I was much much worse when I was fifteen. Believe it or not, this is progress 🤷♂
Tom: I’m in South Korea!! Just finishing up the press tour before I finally head home
South Korea, huh.
You looked up the time in South Korea – around three pm – and wrinkled your nose. You returned to the textchain and his name was staring at you from the top of your phone screen. He must be in the middle of interviews and press meetings, you wondered how he found the time to text you. Tapping your finger nails against the side of your phone, you formulated the text message in your head, not wanting to type mindlessly on the keyboard before erasing all of it again.
Do you not have to do interviews? No, that sounded too harsh.
What are you doing right now? L a m e.
You groaned and pressed the phone against your forehead. Why was this so hard? You just made fun of Tom and his incompetence around Instagram and now you were sitting here, taking forever to reply to a simple text.
You: Press tour huh? Aren’t you supposed to, you know, actually do press instead of texting me? 🤔
Looked good enough.
A vibration announced of the arrival of a new text from him and you didn’t even have the time to exit the text chain. Damn that boy was a fast texter.
Tom: I am doing press. For myself. On you. Is it working?
Was it working? Judging by the smile on your face, it definitely was. But you were certainly not going to tell him that. As you were typing your reply, his text was pushed up by a new one.
Tom: I actually have to go now. Talk to you later? x
You pressed your lips together, forcing the ever growing smile on your face to shrink a bit, before you deleted what you had previously written and replaced it with a one word reply.
You: definitely.
Inhaling deeply, you felt your heart hammer against your rib cage and you smiled widely at the ceiling. Wow, you definitely were smitten with him. But he made it so easy. Why did he have to be so endearing and cute and nice? It was not going to be easy to resist him. Not that you had been doing a good job so far anyway.
oOo
The next couple of weeks flew by and next to the life crushing work you were doing for university, you had found your rhythm in your daily routine again. The daily routine that now apparently included a nightly phone or video call from Tom, because that was just how life worked right?
You glanced at the time stamp on your phone as you jogged up the stairs of your apartment building, breath coming short. It was nearing the time Tom was usually calling and you weren’t even home. Your calculus had class had run late and your stomach was grumbling since you hadn’t eaten anything yet.
Even though Tom’s texts that day were a lot more sparse than usual, you had blamed it on a probably packed schedule on his side, rather than throwing yourself into the pit of self-doubt. He was finally back home, surrounded by his family and friends, you were glad that he wasn’t constantly on the phone to text you.
Nevertheless, he’d always called you. Every night. So you wanted to get home, shovel some food in and burrow yourself in your bedroom by the time Tom called, because Luisa had this annoying habit of eavesdropping and giggling during your phone calls with Tom.
You let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached your floor, keys already dangling in your hand. A delicious smell of tomato sauce wafted through the air and you were crossing your fingers that they were coming from your kitchen; Luisa really made a kick ass Spaghetti Bolognese if she got off of her ass.
Unlocking your door, you dropped your backpack unceremoniously by the wall and your whole apartment was smelling like an Italian restaurant. It was almost like heaven.
“You’re a godsend Lu!” you called towards the kitchen where you could hear her tinkering with the pots. You kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your jacket, before stumbling into the kitchen.
“I’m starving, I only grabbed a banana before I left for class and I forgot my wallet at home so I-.”
Your words died in your throat when you saw Tom standing in front of you, dressed in grey sweats and a white t shirt with a red stain on it. He was holding a spatula in one hand and was staring at you with wide eyes, his mouth pulled into a sheepish grin.
“Hi darling. Hope you’re hungry.”
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Caught in a Lie | Prologue
Word Count: 1,820
Summary: When Wanda told the team there was a young girl with her during her days with HYDRA, they knew they had to save her. Only she was no longer the little girl Wanda was familiar with; everything about her was now a mystery. Unbeknownst to them, her past may just hit a little closer to home than expected.
Pairing: (Platonic) Avengers x Reader
Warning: may contain description of blood, violence, human experimentation, and anything you might associate with HYDRA.
Teaser | Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist
"Should I go with you?"
"You can."
"Will I be happy?"
"Happy is indefinite. You will have people around you who will care about you. You will be happy, but you will also feel sad, at times. It's inevitable."
"…and if I stay?"
"You will continue what you're doing right now."
"…I see."
"But in the future, you will gain what you longed for."
"What I longed for?"
"A father."
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"How are you doing?"
Wanda didn't look up from her steaming cup of tea.
"You were off at practice today."
No answer.
"Come on, speak to me, Wand."
Realizing she wouldn't answer, Steve sat next to her. Both of them said nothing for a while, letting silence draped over them. The common room in the compound was eerily silent save for the pitter-patter of the rain outside.
"I dreamt of him last night," Wanda murmured, her accent thick.
Steve hummed, but offered nothing else.
"It was getting better, it's just…"
"Getting worse at times, I know."
She pulled the blanket around her tighter before sipping the steadily cooling tea in her grip.
"I lost someone too, you know," Steve started, "to HYDRA, of all people."
"I heard. Those people never shut up about how they managed to take down Captain America's best friend in the past." Wanda bluntly said.
Steve shrugged. "HYDRA can be a bitch."
He laughed when Wanda slapped his shoulder. "I thought they said Captain America disapprove vulgar language!"
"I lied on my enlistment form multiple times since I was a teenager, picked up fights I knew I wouldn't win, and volunteered myself to be experimented on. That pure image is just a front, you know, something I keep up with just because."
Wanda flinched when he casually mentioned volunteering for experiment, but commented nothing.
"Anyway, do you want to talk about it?"
"About what?"
"Him."
A hum left her lips, "I don't know."
Steve raised an eyebrow, "How come?"
"When I think of him, sometimes I feel heavy, yet sometimes I feel light. I remember the good times and I remember the bad times. Mostly I just remember him and nothing else, and that can still make my heart hurts," she spoke lowly, her hands waving in front her, creating red wisps from the tip of her fingers. "Does talking about him makes me feel better? Or would it make me feel worse? I don't know. I don't really want to find out, to be honest."
Once again, silence ensued.
"I like to think it makes you feel better."
Wanda glanced at the super soldier beside her.
"It may be hard at the beginning, but those who left us wouldn't want to be forgotten or just remembered for the bad parts of their life, would they?" He smiled. "Talking about them brings back the good memories, along with the bad ones, sure, but doesn't it feel nice to just remember?"
"…I suppose."
Steve chuckled.
After a while, Wanda spoke up again, "I dreamt about our time in that base."
"Hm?"
"We were just children, we just lost our parents, and we thought we were going to die by a bomb Stark made. We were desperate. When we signed up, we thought of nothing but revenge. It was the only thing that kept us going," she mumbled. "…at least for me."
"What do you mean?"
"He made friends easily, you know?" She chuckled. "It doesn't matter who they are, he just had this way into people's hearts."
"He was a bright young man, from what I saw."
Wanda smiled sadly. "I dreamt of him and the little girl he liked so much."
"Little girl?"
"HYDRA's other experiment. She was so young and so terrified and was already there even before us. Pietro," she stopped short. God, just saying his name brought back so many feelings… "Pietro… He tried to comfort her. Befriended her. After a while, she became one of the reasons he kept going."
"What did you think of her?"
"Well… I didn't like her at first," Wanda shrugged, "I thought she had distracted my brother from our purpose. Stryker even made her 'a prize' for him. Of course, it was actually a threat, a blackmail, but Pietro was too focused to make sure she was fine."
Steve frowned. "Did he… did he have a, a relationship… with her?"
Wanda snorted, "Of course not. We were all just children. Pietro thought of her as another sister to protect."
"Then what do you mean, prize?"
"We didn't get our powers easily, you know. It was a struggle. The pain itself was unimaginable. We were so close to giving up, but Stryker threatened to hurt her if we don't push through. He called her a prize for us. I kept going because of Pietro, and he kept going because of her. Pietro, my dumb beloved brother, believed Stryker. I knew better. There was no way they were going to do anything to that girl. She was their number one project, after all."
"Number one project?"
She huffed, "Pietro and I are enhanced by the Mind Stone. But her? She was a mutant from birth. Add that to Mind Stone enhancement? You got the perfect weapon."
"Wait, mutant from birth?" Steve asked incredulously.
Wanda looked at him weirdly, "You've seen gods, aliens, powerful stones from the space, an android with said stone on his forehead, and you still think it's impossible for people to have power since they were born?"
"Well, when you put it that way…"
"Unbelievable," Wanda shook her head, "but I suppose that's why he was so adamant to keep her safe. She did go through a lot, having been there not by her own volition. What they did to her… I heard it was way worse than what we experienced. With time my dislike just went away, because I pity her more than anything else."
When Steve didn't reply, Wanda turned to look at him.
Steve had a deep frown creasing his forehead. His eyes were serious and his lips were in a tight line.
"Steve? What is it?"
"How old did you say she was?"
"I didn't…" She answered, confused, "but when we first signed up, she was 7 years old."
"And where is she now?"
Wanda stared at the still frowning Captain, "She was moved from the base we were experimented on 3 years ago. We never knew where."
"But there's a chance that she's alive," he stated rather than questioned.
"…Yes, there may be."
"Why didn't you tell us earlier, Wanda?"
Closing her eyes, she let out a tired sigh, "I tried not to remember Pietro so much I actually forgot about her. It's also been 3 years since I last saw her, I don't even know if she's alive."
Steve stood up. "We're going to find out," he said, "All those HYDRA bases we took down didn't have any children or traces of human experiment, so there must be more bases out there. We'll take them down, and we'll find out about her and other human experiments if there are any. They don't deserve that life," he stated firmly. "A child. God, she would only be 14 years old now…"
Wanda finished her cup of tea before asking, "How are we going to do this, then? Thor is not here and Stark and Clint retired, remember? We're down 3 people already."
Steve pursed his lips.
"We'll go with everyone we have right now, but if push comes to shove, we'll have to ask for backup."
Wanda hummed. "So you're going to assemble the team tomorrow?"
"Maybe not tomorrow. I'm going to do some research beforehand."
"Okay," she stood up and picked her cup and blanket up, "I'll go to bed now." She started walking away.
"Wanda, wait."
"Hmm?" She looked back.
The frown still hadn't left Steve as he asked his final question of the night, "What's her name?"
"(y/n)."
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It was supposed to be a normal training day, but they were all told to gather in the meeting room. Steve, Natasha, and Wanda were still absent, leaving only Sam, Rhodey, and Vision.
"Do you think it's a mission?"
"I don't know why else would we be gathered here, so yeah, a mission."
"Where's Maximoff though?"
"I believe Miss Maximoff is currently with the Captain, as I have heard that this mission comes from Miss Maximoff's information."
"Man, I can never get used to hearing JARVIS' voice from you, Vis," Rhodey chuckled, "It's just so weird, you know? Tony started coding when we were still in MIT, so I got used to hearing his voice wherever Tony was."
"Well-"
Steve stepped into the room followed by Natasha and Wanda, effectively cutting Vision. The three man (two man and an android?) stood straighter.
"Have a seat, fellas."
As they sat, Steve pulled up a hologram displaying map of the world with a few red dots littering. "A few months ago, before Sokovia, we thought we took down the last HYDRA facility. We were wrong. Nat found these locations after some digging."
And by digging, he meant threatening and going through with said threat.
"From what we know, there are only less than 5 locations left. We're going to take them all down."
Steve looked around, seeing his teammates all nodded in agreement. "But there's a catch. Last time, we were looking for Loki's scepter. This time, we're going to look for HYDRA's human experiments and save them."
"Wait, human experiment? Like Maximoff?" Sam asked.
"Exactly like me," Wanda answered before Steve could, "I told Steve about a girl my brother and I used to be with before she was moved. There's a chance she's alive, so Steve decided to try and save her."
Rhodey frowned, "I get that wanting to save her is good and all, but aren't you being too positive right now? There ain't any assurances that she's alive, especially after that whole Triskelion fiasco and information leaking. She could already be killed to save information or whatever."
"Rhodes," Steve started, "She's just a child."
"A child?"
Steve rubbed his forehead tiredly and sighed, "She was only 7 when Wanda met her. If there's even a slight chance she's alive, we got to take it. No child deserves that kind of life."
Rhodey swallowed hard. A child? They experimented on a little girl?
"I know what it's like, being used as child," Natasha said, "and I don't wish it upon anyone. We have to find her."
"Say that we found her," Rhodey spoke again, "what are we going to do with her?"
"We keep her safe," Wanda said.
"Here?"
"If that's what it takes," Steve insisted, "she deserves it."
"But who's going to take care of her? Us? We're not babysitters, Cap," Sam interjected.
"Look, we'll talk about that later, alright? We must find her first before all of that."
"Well then," Vision spoke, "when do we begin?"
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Author’s Note
Welcome to the prologue! I was going to end it after Wanda said (y/n), but the next part doesn’t fit in chapter 1 at all, so here it is. I don’t show it in the moodboard, but Steve and Tony will play a big role in (y/n)’s life as Pietro did!
I’m actually excited about this story, but I don’t know when I will post chapter 1. It depends on reader’s interest rating; whether there are people who actually want this or not. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time by writing something that no one reads anyway. So if you’re interested and want this story to actually continue, let me know!
#avengers imagine#avengers x reader#avengers fanfiction#steve rogers imagine#tony stark imagine#peter parker imagine#chris evans#robert downey jr#tom holland#caught in a lie
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RoR Article 2: Help Callum
To make things easier on myself, I’m splitting up my thoughts on the Rumors of Rockland second article. I already gave an overview of this game. Here, I’ll cover whatever random thoughts and observations I had for the events that occur when you choose to help Callum.
[Major spoilers below for Rumors of Rockland Article 2]
First surprise here, Callum can actually hold his own. Have to admit, wasn’t really expecting that (dude kind of looked sickly in older sprites). Well honestly, I wasn’t exactly expecting the MC to be capable of driving off the drunk dudes themselves unless they were going to threaten to call 911. More like…I didn’t know what to expect. Since it was now 2-on-2, was the MC suddenly going to start throwing down? I just didn’t see it happening. No, turns out Callum was quite capable of taking these guys out by himself.
What I love about this though is that the minute the MC enters the scene, Callum actually goes into protection mode. He may genuinely have not been afraid of these guys from the start and thought it was even funny to see them riled up. He’s initially holding back his laughter when the two guys are initially antagonizing him and only got a little serious when they brought Whesker’s name up. Between the first two articles, Callum’s now shown concern for people like Avery, Whesker and the MC. The MC isn’t even someone he’s close to yet. Maybe I’m calling this a little too early, but Callum might just be a nice and well-meaning guy. There are certainly a lot of dangerous characters in Rockland, but so far nothing to suggest anything sinister about Callum whatsoever.
Getting back to the scene, I kind of found it adorable that the MC rushing in flips a switch for Callum. It was like he was going, “Hey, woah woah woah. These guys are a joke, but seriously I don’t want anyone getting hurt now.” So his playtime had to end. Otherwise, he seems like he’s pretty goofy and relaxed most of the time.
By the way, who else took a good look at that CG of Callum giving a good kick? If you look in the background, you can actually see the silhouette of a person. SOMEONE saw that whole altercation go down, but didn’t interrupt. We can’t be sure though if the MC hadn’t been there, if this person would have come down to assist Callum instead. Might not have been someone concerned about Callum (just watching out of curiosity). In the “Do Nothing” path, Callum does not even mention what happened outside when he goes to talk to Avery (but he doesn’t act frazzled at all).
A curious thing about the silhouette though is that it’s very reminiscent of the drawings seen in the “Nightmare Realized” teaser game for the Misfits. Coincidence? We do even see Sydney show up in the “Do Nothing” path. Was he the one watching and came to help out Callum if the MC doesn’t help in anyway? Sydney did mention helping his friends, but whether that’s related to Callum or something else, I’m not sure. Callum is Quill’s brother, but we don’t have evidence yet that Sydney and Callum are friends with one another.
Moving on, it seems Callum is quite similar to Quill when it comes to being very chatty and dropping names like crazy. Must be a Willow thing (wonder if the parents are like that too). Callum gives you a lot of interesting information though, but it differs vastly depending on what person you’re most interesting in asking about.
If you ask about Sergio, you learn that the town is basically run by the IRISH MAFIA. That…explains a whole lot. Prior to this, I had theorized that some of the crime syndicates may have some pull with finances and politics of Rockland when I was trying to think about how the Professionals could operate for so long without repercussions. I believe this might sum it up pretty well. It’s kind of funny how normal Callum treats the matter too. I mean, I appreciate that the mafia aren’t racists and try to keep some order (mafia is indeed ORGANIZED crime). That’s always nice. Still…it is a mafia. Not only does that mean that people in Rockland might not want to get a swelled head for justice around these parts, but crime is still crime. We don’t know yet what kind of illegal activities the mafia does yet. Could be just a lot of theft and forgery. Or perhaps there is a lot of murder and human trafficking behind the scenes.
This also explains why a lot of the characters in Rockland have Irish accents. Before these games, I knew a couple of the characters like Trevor and Roy were Irish. Apparently Whesker has an accent too. I genuinely just thought it was just a foreign type the creators’ favored. But there’s actually more meaning to having numerous Irish characters in Rockland now. It also means if you come across someone in Rockland with an Irish accent…maybe do your best to stay on their good side. Just in case.
Wait a minute…Roy is Irish (or at least he was)…That either could be just a coincidence, or there might be something interesting later down the road about that. Is he linked to one of the Irish mafia families in anyway? If so, did he cut ties and is in opposition? Or is he actually still part of that group too? If it’s the latter, that would mean the police force in Rockland IS under the mafia’s thumb too. We won’t know this I think until much later though. Like I said, could also just be a coincidence that he’s Irish (if he still is). Not all Irish people know each other. It’s more likely though in such a small and tight nit town like Rockland.
If you ask about Scarlet, then you just get some fun image in your head of family gatherings for holidays. Cute but what I really want to focus on here is that BEASTKIN ARE OFFICIALLY MENTIONED IN GAME FOR THE FIRST TIME! I know there are probably several people who are excited about that. It’s officially our first supernatural element introduced if you don’t include the Zeitgeist demo. Now we don’t know a lot about beastkin, just that they’re around. Both Scarlet and Foal are beastkin, but you probably wouldn’t be able to tell Foal is one at a quick glance. They can have tails (though unfortunately some had their tails cut off), but we don’t know what other kind of physical aspects usually manifest. With Foal, she has darker skin and white hair. The darker skin isn’t really a giveaway, but the white hair might be. I had figured she just dyed it or something, but it’s possible that’s her natural hair color.
If you’re trying to make a beastkin OC for Rockland, not much I could say yet for what is fair game in canon. Just tails and possible hair color at the moment can give their beast status away. We don’t know anything about abilities yet. I feel like we’re also going to be focusing on the more human elements of Rockland for the most part. The beastkin are around, but not the main theme here. Still nice to know it’s an existing element though.
If you ask about Jett, you learn Callum and Avery play music. On the website, the Callum and Avery are indeed listed under “The Band” section. This was more foreshadowing I believe for a future “Battle of the Bands” themed game. Fun, but not much else I feel I need to comment on here.
After talking with Callum so long, I can’t be certain to say you gain full friendship status with him in this route, but you’re definitely on some pretty good terms now. Avery probably appreciates hearing that you went to help Callum, but otherwise he’s more occupied with his troubled thoughts in this situation rather than getting to know you better. You probably have earned good points with Avery here, but not nearly as much as if you do the “Get Help” route where you get much more conversation time with him.
Since you let Callum go after Avery though, Foal seemed to appreciate the choice and you get some positive interaction with her. So points earned there too.
In the end, choosing to help Callum yourself gets you in good with Callum of course, and a slightly better reputation with Avery and Foal. Not bad. I can’t be certain if you’ve earned brownie points as well from the person who was watching in the CG because I don’t know if they were looking out for Callum’s safety or just looking for a show.
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Open Wounds
Genre: Boxing!AU
Pairing: Yixing x Reader
Summary: You practically lived at the fighter gym, taking your anger and frustration out on the punching bags as a form of personal torture. Because you also hated that place for taking away the person you loved most. But when a new trainee shows up, showing that he’s different from the boxers you’ve met in the past, your wall begins to crumble. But is history doomed to repeat itself?
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The sound of skin hitting worn vinyl and the grunts and groans of grown men trying to beat each other up surrounded you. No matter how high you turned the volume up on your headphones, you couldn’t drown out the distractions. You hated this place. You shouldn’t be here. Over and over again, you told yourself to leave and never come back. When you were covered in sweat and your muscles were sore, crying out for relief, the first part was easy enough to do. It was that damn second step that was impossible.
“Now, what did that poor bag do to you?”
Taking one last swing at the punching bag, hard enough to put some momentum in its swing on the rusty chain, you turned around to face the only person who dared approach you while you were attacking the defenseless bag of sand and pulled out your headphones to hear better.
Han, the old man who owned the gym, smiled at you with wrinkled, sun-weathered eyes. He was still wearing those ugly Hawaiian shirts over baggy khaki shorts after all these years. But despite his appearance, he could still move around and jab like any of the middle-weight boxers around here. You’d known him for years - since you were a teenager – which meant he knew exactly what the punching bag had done to you.
Deciding you’d had enough for today, you started unstrapping the Velcro of your gloves, your hands breathing in relief at the release. “Hey, Han.”
“Tough day?” he guessed.
You sighed. “Tough week.” More like a tough life.
In all honesty, it probably wasn’t that rough. You had a roof over your head, heating in the winter, air conditioning in the summer, food, a bed, a job that you thrived in. Really there was only one dark cloud hovering in your otherwise ordinary sky. A blank spot in your life that could never be filled no matter where you searched for a substitute.
“I’m sure things will get better,” Han said encouragingly. “They always do.”
“No, they don’t.” There were too many examples in the history of the world to list of where things did not eventually get better.
Han huffed at you. “If you keep that up, I’ll ban you from my gym.”
You smirked. “You could never ban me, Han. You love me too much.”
He started to grumble out something along the lines of “watch me” but he couldn’t hold on to the façade and soon he was smiling at you. “Are you going to join us tonight for dinner? There’s a new recruit that joined a while back and you know the boys. They have to initiate. He’s very promising, could be the new lightweight champion. Reminds me of-” Han caught himself before he mentioned one of his old students. The one that brought you pain, the one that brought you here over and over again, never letting you go. Coughing to cover his slipup, he went on, “Well, anyway, I’m sure the boys would love it if you tagged along.”
“No, I think I’ll skip on it,” you said non-too-surprisingly. You never joined in, but that didn’t stop Han form offering, hoping one day you would change your mind, like how you used to. “Thank you, though. I’ll see you around.”
Han nodded, understanding completely. You kissed the old man on the cheek before gathering up your things and heading for the showers.
Once cleaned and refreshed, you weaved through the boxers and MMA fighters training for their next big fight before making it to the front entrance. As you pushed on the door to exit, someone called out for you.
“Hey, wait!”
Rolling your eyes, you turned around to what this person wanted. Most of the boys here knew to leave you alone. Only the ones who’d known you for years would stop and talk to you, but they knew better than to try to chat when you were trying to leave.
The man didn’t seem familiar at all as he jogged up to you, careful to avoid a weight that had rolled into his path.
“What?” you snapped. You’d been here too long and you needed to get out, not be chatted up by some brave newcomer who thought it’d be fun to hit on the only female within this testosterone factory.
The man bowed his head sheepishly, his cheeks taking on the slight hue of pink. In his outstretched hand was a worn red glove that had certainly seen better days. You snatched the glove out of his hand, not out of maliciousness, but out of a rush of relief. If you’d lost that glove….
“Thank you,” you said gratefully as you secured the glove back into its normal pocket. “Sorry about… being rude.”
He smiled at you. “It’s okay. Although, I thought exercising was supposed to make people happier?”
“Depends on the environment,” you countered. That was probably a lie. The chance of your body deciding on how much endorphins to release based on where you were exercising seemed slim. But maybe you would be a bit more cheerful if you worked out at one of the bigger chain gyms than this small training facility.
“Understandable,” he nodded, thinking that you were making a joke, based on the smile he was giving you. He held out his hand, “I’m Yixing, by the way.”
You looked down at his hand for a few seconds, not sure of what to do. Yes, you knew the social norm was to take his hand and introduce yourself as well, but you tried to avoid any interactions with the boxers that you weren’t already friends with before….
Sighing, you stuffed your hand in your pocket. “Nice to meet you, Yixing.”
And that was it. No handshake, no giving of your own name. You simply turned on your heels and left the gym, not looking back as you reached your bike, throwing one leg over the seat and slamming your helmet on before taking off down the road, putting as much distance between you and the gym as possible.
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Yixing stood there, dumbfounded. Had he done or said something wrong?
“Don’t take that too much to heart,” Han sighed as he came up and clapped Yixing on the shoulder from behind. “Poor thing had it rough a few years back. Put a wall up after that. (y/n) only tolerates a few of the guys here and that’s more out of respect since she’s known them for so long.”
Yixing frowned, watching as you peeled out of the parking lot on an old motorcycle. “Did something bad happen to her?”
The distrust and the avoidance of physical contact coupled with her working out in a gym designed for fight training… the picture made Yixing’s stomach churn.
Han seemed to know where his thoughts were headed. “No, nothing like that. She just lost someone close to her.”
A strange relief washed over Yixing before the guilt set in. You’d still lost someone you cared about. How close the two of you must have been….
“Come on,” Han ordered as he slapped Yixing’s shoulder again. “You’ve got more jabs to throw before you can leave. Also, it’s your turn to clean the mats.”
Yixing cringed, but laughed nonetheless. “It’s always my turn to clean the mats.”
“That’s what you get for being the newbie, kid.”
Yixing shook his head. He knew all this work would pay off in the end. Every fighter had to pay their dues before stepping into the ring. And someday, he’d be the king.
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You clutched the stencil steady as you carefully drew the brush over the slick surface of the gas tank. No air escaped your lungs while you kept yourself still, afraid that even the slightest breath could knock everything off course. The line needed to be perfect or else you’d have to start all over. And get lectured for wasting expensive paint.
As soon as the line was completed, you refilled your lungs with fresh air, sitting up and loosening up your shoulders.
“Nice work, kid,” Don commented as he inspected the paint job over your shoulder. “Line work’s getting better.”
“Thanks,” you smirked proudly. These days, it was the only thing that made you really happy. Putting a brush in your hand and letting the image in your head come to light on the polished metal for the world to see was the best job you could have ever asked for.
You weren’t sure exactly how you ended up in the garage. Art had always been a major part of your life and identity, with faint dreams of entering the institute for your degree. Your brother swore up and down that your works would be displayed in museums one day. Back then you’d laughed at him, called him crazy. And maybe he was.
Even now you still loved to paint and draw on canvas, creating your own worlds with a few simple ingredients. But those works stayed in your apartment, away from the public eye. The images you made on motorcycles and car hoods were the only ones allowed to be seen. You were more comfortable that way. This world of gears and grease was one you knew all too well, even if working here hadn’t been the plan. Being here made a little more sense than being the dressed up featured artist being adored by patrons with large checkbooks, anyway.
Well, the checkbook part sounded nice.
“I think I’m going to finish this one and head home,” you told Don. It was getting late and your hand was beginning to cramp.
“Sounds good,” Don nodded. “And you’re coming in late tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’m going to hit the gym first,” you said, turning around on your stool. You had skipped out on your personal torture yesterday and today, so it was time for a recharge. Plus, tomorrow was Han’s birthday. If you didn’t at least stop by and see him, you’d never hear the end of it.
“Alright, sounds good. Have a goodnight.”
You waved to Don as he walked away. “Good night.”
When you were alone again, you stretched out your hand and got back to the next set of lines to finish out the tank in peace.
The next morning you went about your normal routine, fixing that too-sugary cup of coffee and yanking on paint splattered clothes before throwing your gym back over your shoulder and heading out the door.
At the gym, Han was already there in his usual spot by the main ring a few hours early, leaning on the ropes from the floor while yelling out punches and jabs at the trainee who was up on the platform working with Jack. You didn’t want to be, but you were actually impressed by the speed of the trainee’s hands. They were nothing but blurs, following Han’s barking orders without hesitation. Mesmerized, you stood a little ways away, arms crossed over your chest as you watched the session.
Han noticed you after a few minutes and brought the training to a halt. “Alright, get some water you two. We’ll pick it back up in fifteen minutes or so.”
The trainee took off his protective gear, revealing his identity to be Yixing from the other day. He must be the one Han was gushing about. His next golden boy.
Pulling a thin rectangular present from your bag, you held it out to Han as you approached him. “Happy birthday, big guy.”
Han smiled broadly as he took the gift. “(y/n), if this is what I think it is, you’re going to make an old man cry.”
“That’s my goal in life,” you teased. To your relief, he didn’t open it right away. You hadn’t expected an audience to be around when you gave the present over. Things like this you preferred to be kept private. Usually, Han spent his mornings watching old fight reels, studying the different methods or just reliving his old glory days in the ring. If he was skipping out on that tradition to train this guy… he must really be something.
“So, how are you doing lately?” Han asked.
You shrugged. “I’m fine. Things are going good at shop. I’ve got a lot of projects going so there’s plenty to keep me occupied.”
“Good, good,” he nodded. “Are you still making time for your own work, though?”
You scoffed, pointing to the gift. “What do you think that is?”
“I know what it is,” Han grumbled. “But you also know what I mean. Your own work deserves attention, too.”
“Look, between here and the shop, home is where my hands get a rest.”
Han raised an eyebrow, no hint of playfulness in his eyes. “Then maybe I should ban you from my gym.”
Your jaw dropped. “Han, are you serious-”
“Is everything okay?”
You sent a death glare towards Yixing that he probably didn’t deserve. It was just instinct. Your connection was being threatened and that put you on edge.
“Everything’s fine,” Han chuckled, showing you that he wasn’t serious after all. You relaxed a bit, but now you really needed to hit something.
“I’m going to go change,” you mumbled. Swiping you gym bag back up from the floor, you headed for the locker room.
When you came back, Han and Jack were gone. The former had most likely retreated to his office to hide from your wrath. Jack probably had some errands to run during his short break and Yixing didn’t seem to be sticking around, leaving the gym mostly empty for you to go about your business. As you wrapped up your hands, however, you learned that you weren’t completely alone after all.
“Need a sparring partner?” Yixing offered, wiggling the punching pads at you when you looked up from your seat on the bench.
You shook your head. “I kind of want to be the one throwing the punches right now.” You weren’t here to just be his target.
“That’s what I meant,” he chuckled. He slipped the sparring equipment over his hands and walked back up to the ring, easily stepping up and through the ropes before stopping in the middle of the platform.
Fine. He wanted to be the punching bag, let him.
Sighing, you stood up to your feet and headed on over, ready for him.
“I won’t go easy on you,” he warned.
“If you did, I’d have to kick your butt,” you taunted. The giggle he let out took you off guard. Then the smile slipped away to make room for a hardened glare and he started barking orders at you in a tone that rivaled Han’s.
“Cross! Jab! Hook!”
Over and over again, he shouted out combinations almost too fast for you to keep up. Every few punches, he’d swing out on his own, making you duck. It didn’t take long for you to be covered in a sheet of sweat, breaths coming out short and raggedy as you fought to keep going. Too soon, though, your arms grew weak. You threw in a few more punches before stepping back, giving in.
“You’re good,” Yixing complimented. He unstrapped the gloves from his hands, tossing them down on the canvas out of the way. “Do you want to get something to eat?”
Well, that didn’t take long. You rolled your eyes. “Just because I work out at this gym doesn’t mean I want to date a boxer, okay?”
Yixing knitted his eyebrows, confused. “I wasn’t asking for a date. I’m hungry and I don’t like eating alone.”
That made you stop and reconsider. Because even though you did it every day, you, too, hated eating alone. It was too quiet. It gave you too much time in your head.
“Okay, then,” you nodded. “I’m going to go change real quick.”
“I’ll meet you at the door.”
You threw him a lazy thumbs up before jogging out of there. Even though your morning workout was cut short, you were slightly thankful for the change up in your routine. Besides, he seemed nice and – boxer or not – you could use a new friend.
Part of you worried if you were being more open to him because he reminded you of- no. They were very different. He didn’t giggle, among other things.
You didn’t bother to shower since you weren’t trying to impress anyone, just slipping back into your knotted up t-shirt and jeans before throwing your bomber on and heading out of the locker room.
Yixing was already at the front door, awaiting patiently for you. He’d somehow managed to change faster than you, now sporting skinny jeans and a matching black shirt. For a very, very brief moment, it’d thrown you off guard. You’d grown used to ignoring anyone in athletic gear, immune to what it was supposed to be showing off. But seeing the new fighter in streetwear was making your head spin. The hardened concentrated look was long gone, softening his features to be more open and inviting. Before you could fight it, the corners of your lips were turning up.
“Ready?” he asked. You nodded and followed him out the front door and to his car.
It was a short drive to the little breakfast dinner, only a few blocks away but you’d never noticed it before. Yixing seemed to be a frequent visitor given the friendly waves from both the wait staff and the cooks visible through the kitchen window.
The first few minutes were spent in silence while the two of you mulled over the menus provided at the table. After the waitress took your orders, you played with the pink sugar packet, flipping it back and forth to occupy your attention. You hadn’t been in a situation like this for a long time so you weren’t sure how to proceed.
“Have you been going to the gym for a long time?” Yixing asked, breaking the silence.
You nodded. “Yeah, since I was a teenager.”
“But you don’t train to fight?” he guessed.
“No, I don’t,” you half laughed. “Fighting was never my thing. That was-” you caught yourself just in time. “No, I would just go to hang out with friends who were more into the boxing thing. I liked the workout better than others, so it just stuck.”
“And you know Han pretty well.”
You snorted. That crazy old man had been a huge part of your life. He was there for you when you were alone and basically gave you a second home to run to. But you didn’t need to voice that out loud. “Yeah. He has a soft spot for me, I guess.”
Yixing smiled crookedly, revealing a dimple in his cheek that just softened his features even more. “He doesn’t seem to hand those out very easily.”
“No, it takes a lot of buttering up,” you agreed. “If you’re training under him and he sees potential in you, you’ll never get that treatment.”
“You seem to speak from experience,” he pointed out.
The waitress arrived then with the large plates of food. You immediately dug in, much hungrier than you realized. Plus, it gave you an excuse not to continue the conversation. The hot-off-the-grill meat tasted savory in your mouth and for a few minutes, you forgot that you were sitting across from someone.
“So, what do you do for a living if you’re not a boxer?” Yixing asked suddenly.
You swallowed the food in your mouth and washed it down with a few sips of water before replying, “I work in a customs shop. I do the detail painting and sketch ups.”
“So you’re an artist?” he dug, excitement flashing in his eyes.
“Uh, yeah, kind of.” Shyness, while not a typical character trait of yours, was making you shrink over your food. Being called an “artist” was making you feel awkward.
Putting his fork down, Yixing folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. “Did you do the work on your motorcycle?”
“Yeah, I did.” Your cheeks were heating up. What was going on? You never reacted like this.
“The line work is really incredible.” Sincerity – not flattery – was more than apparent in his tone. “I noticed it a few times while coming in, but I could never figure out who it belonged to until I saw you drive away on it a few days ago. You have real talent.”
Now you couldn’t even lift your own fork. “Thank you.”
“Did you paint something for Han?”
You cleared your throat, unsure of how to answer. A reply of simply “yes” should have been easy enough. But once buried memories bombarded your inner thoughts.
You’re amazing and someday they’ll put you in the Louvre.
I wish you would stop lying like that.
I’m not! You’ll be this world famous artist and I’ll be the Lightweight Champion across the globe. You can’t paint everywhere I go to fight. We’ll be the greatest team the world has ever seen.
Sure. If that happens, then I’ll paint myself green and dance in the gym.
Deal.
“(y/n)?”
You jumped, pulled from the fuzzy memory. “Sorry?”
“Is everything okay?” Yixing’s face was pinched with worry. Somehow you’d even missed the waitress dropping off the check. He was already signing off the receipt and putting his card away.
“Peachy,” you nodded. Changing the subject, you frowned, “You didn’t have to pay for my meal.”
He waved your protest away. “It’s not a problem. Maybe you can get the next one?”
You knew what he was doing, opening up the conversation of another meal together without outright asking. This wasn’t a date, he said it himself, but it appeared he might want to change that in the near future. And honestly, you weren’t as against it as you thought you might be. Even though he was bring up memories you’d locked away, you found his presence… soothing the hurt rather than multiplying it.
“Sure,” you smiled. “I’ll get the next one.”
Now he was the shy one as he ducked his head. “Good.” Composing himself once again, he stood up. “Let’s go. I have to get back to the gym or else Han will have me on double cleaning duty.”
“That would terrible,” you agreed with a laugh. You weren’t sure the last time you felt this relaxed with a person, this open. It was a scary feeling, but one you were more than willing to further explore.
**
Yxing watched you speed away on your bike, a smile stretch widely across his lips. You’d promised to have dinner with in a few days and he was on cloud nine. This time, he was able to declare it officially a date before you headed off to work.
Each step he took to head back inside the gym was light and cheery, practically skipping as he headed for Han’s office.
“I’m back,” Yixing announced as he stuck his head in, finding Han staring intently at the small TV he used for fight reviews.
“About time,” Han grumbled. He didn’t pause the TV or look away. “If you weren’t out with (y/n), I’d be making you do suicide runs until you threw up for skipping out on training.”
Surprised, Yixing came all the way inside the office. He’d fully expected to get the third degree, declaring to himself that the short meal with you was worth it. You’d intrigued him when he first saw you. No one was willing to explain who you were or why you came to the gym and left without interacting with anyone. Everyone else seemed to just know already, but refused to let him in on it. “Why do you say that?”
Finally pausing the TV, Han sighed. His eyes drifted over to a painting that was leaning up against the large window that gave him access to the open gym space. It was new, something Yixing hadn’t seen before. That must have been your present you’d given him earlier.
The colors were beautiful. Everything blended in with the fake light that gave it a touch of hyperrealism. A fighter’s robe made of shiny green silk laid across a short wooden stool in the corner of a boxing ring. With the folds of the robe, he couldn’t make out the name embroidered on the back, just bits and pieces of the silver letters.
“She’s a good kid,” Han sighed again. “Watched her grow up within these walls. She painted the murals in both of the locker rooms in high school. She was happier back then, livelier. If she wasn’t here with her friends, she was at home with her dad, helping him on his side business fixing up cars, making them beautiful again. She always needed to be creating something. Then she lost that spark.”
Thinking back to the diner, Yixing could see that clearly. You were fighting to hold back something when he complimented you on your work, like you were embarrassed and didn’t want to talk about it. Then your eyes lost focus because what he could only assume was a memory coming back to the surface. Treading carefully, he asked, “What happened?”
Han pointed to the fighter on the small screen. “Him. She lost him.”
Yixing’s eyes widen. Because he knew who that was. And the more he stared at the footage flickering on the TV, the more his heart sunk. Because he knew this fight.
He was there the night that fighter died.
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My Darling, Chapter 1
Genre: Murder Mystery, Horror, Angst (in this chapter)
Pairing: BTS x Reader
Summary: Working as a detective constable for 5 years definitely had you seeing some horrific scenes in your career. However, nothing would prepare you for the string of murders around the city which all had one intention; getting your attention.
Words: 4.4k
Author’s note: Hello! This is the first official chapter of my first fanfic, hope you all enjoy it! Also would recommend if you haven’t read the teaser I highly suggest you do since it’s where this chapter leads off from. Let me know what you think! Thank you - Lisa
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Thursday 7:46am
The ticking noise of the clock on the cold, white-bricked wall was slowly getting louder in your head with every second, it’s the only thing that’s keeping you conscious in this cold and harrowing morgue. Your body is pressed against one of the cold metal tables as you rest your eyes, pulling yourself into darkness. This is the first time you’ve shut your eyes for more than 2 seconds all night after the body was discovered at Stigma Nightclub, the image of the blood-soaked body was still burning into each fiber of your mind.
The sound of a scalpel being slammed against a metal tray brings you back into the light, the horrific vision of the victim’s body now fading away as your eyes are met with the same body now on a metal slab, all sewed and cleaned up.
“I don’t think you need me to tell you that this was a pretty violent murder.” Stated the man standing directly above the body, Kim Seokjin, the head Forensic Pathologist on this case and pretty much every case that’s pretty serious. Seokjin is good at what he does, hell, he’s amazing at what he does. The bad thing is that even he knows he’s one of the best in the business, meaning you can imagine the size of this guy’s ego.
“It’s pretty difficult to say what killed him first… the head trauma from his skull getting bashed against the wall or the fact he pretty much stabbed every internal organ in this area…” he says as he gestures to the lower abdominal area before leaning against the metal table and looking over the body, his eyes dragging along the flesh.
“From the looks of things, he was knocked out cold when his head was thrown against the wall but was still alive when he was being stabbed and of course died from blood loss.” He states before a scoff came from the other side of the room.
“Even I could’ve told you that! And here I was under the impression you were the best in the business, could you please tell us something we don’t know, Seokjin?” Came Officer Min’s obviously tired and annoyed voice as he leans against the cold wall of the morgue, arms crossed and looking very unimpressed at Seokjin.
An annoyed sigh escapes Seokjin’s lips, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows; “It’s Dr. Kim to you, Min. And until we analyse the fluids and other areas of the body, we will not be able to determine a cause of death. I suggest you take your head out of your ass and actually do something other than gawk at me doing my work, I know I’m handsome but even I need to draw the line, especially in a work environment.” His offended look was now replaced with a smirk, knowing how to push Officer Min’s buttons.
Officer Min, also known as Yoongi, and I have come to Seokjin’s Pathologist team for lots of different cases, be it a murder, drink driving, drug overdose, you name it. You would think after years and years of being in the same cold and eerie room together they would come to like or even just respect each other. Apparently, Seokjin’s cockiness and overall personality are just too much for Yoongi, not that he is any better, he always wishes to push his buttons just to piss him off, it’s a constant cycle every time we’re here.
You yourself would never consider yourself a friend of Seokjin’s, would you ever go to a bar with him? Go out for lunch? No never, you just respect his work and consider him an acquaintance, that’s all. Even if you were to ask him out for lunch, he has this reputation of keeping himself to himself, I don’t think anyone in his team even knows anything personal about him other than his name and age. No one knows his family if he’s got a boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife, kids. He’s an unbreakable wall that no one has seemed to crack.
A low growl comes from Yoongi’s throat as he pushes himself off of the wall, turning his head towards you,
“Come on Miss Y/l/n, I know where we can go, let Seokj- oh I’m sorry Dr Kim, my apologies your majesty,” he pauses to bow mockingly, earning a scoff from the other man, “We should go back to the nightclub, I sent some of my team and forensics there early this morning to see what they can find, might as well join them and see if we can help.”
You nod, pulling your tired body off of the table, turning your head to Seokjin before leaving, “Give us a call if you find anything important, alright?”
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8:12am
The smell of booze, sweat and regret is exactly the first thing that hits you when first stepping foot into Stigma Nightclub. Instead of sweaty and drunk bodies grinding against each other to some terrible EDM music, the place was filled with people in white plastic suits and police uniforms. You remember a time where you used to be in here, back when you were a university student and had so much of life ahead of you. This was actually when you were first introduced to him. Kim Taehyung. The man that broke your heart.
You remember it so clearly; you were out dancing and having fun with friends when he came up to you at the bar. He was just so charming, handsome and made you smile, filled you up with compliments and even asked you out, being the innocent student who wanted to experience things said yes. Around 3 or 4 dates later he asked you to be his girlfriend, you were on cloud nine, little did you know he was going to break your heart into a million pieces.
“We should go and talk to some of the staff here last night, follow me.”
Yoongi’s voice brought you out of your little daze, the image of Taehyungsmiling in front of you is replaced with emptiness, the memory fading. Finally bringing function to your legs, you follow his lead, before you know it you’re heading towards a girl around the age of 24-26 with the staff’s uniform on, sitting at one of the many tables. She’s looking down at her hands, fidgeting. She’s obviously very distressed. I don’t blame her, she’s surrounded by officer’s that are all trying to get every little detail out of her.
“-I just c-can’t believe he’s r-really gone…” you heard her whimper as you approach the table, taking out your badge from your coat and showing the officer’s surrounding her, signaling them to leave. You slowly kneel down in front of her, trying to make her feel a bit more at ease.
“Hi there, I’m detective constable y/n y/l/n, this is Head Officer Min. We’d like to ask you about what happened here las-“ you stated before she suddenly interrupted.
“My friend got murdered! T-that’s what! I-I’ve told the other o-officers everything I know, w-which is nothing! Just l-leave me alone!” she exclaimed, more red hot tears streaming down her already stained face.
Sighing you get back up on your feet and look over at Officer Min, who is about to say something else to her,
“Give her some space… is the owner anywhere to be seen?” You asked, knowing well who it is you’re asking to see.
You have heard of the infamous owner of this nightclub, Jung Hoseok. In fact, everyone has heard of him. One of the richest men in the country. He owns around 5 nightclubs all over the country, all of them being packed every single night, sending him easy millions in the bank every week. Not only that but he has been connected to a lot of drugs and weapon smuggling in and out of this country, but no charges were made against his name due to the lack of evidence. This man has so many connections that he could buy himself out of jail, that’s why he’s so well known. He’s created a whole empire for himself making him untouchable. At least he likes to think he is.
A lot of my team have tried their best at arresting him, trying to catch him red-handed when talking to these criminals, organising the drug and weapons smuggling but he knows what he’s doing. He’s careful and never leaves any loose ends for us to find. He’s good at what he does, the bastard.
“Why, you going to try and get some information out of him? I wish you all the luck in the world, Miss Y/l/n.” He says before nodding towards the set of stairs, just over by the glamorous VIP section of the club with chandeliers and expensive furniture, “His office should be up those stairs somewhere, you go and talk to him and I’ll go and talk to security, see what we can find on the CCTV footage from last night.”
You nod, you can’t help but let your gaze linger on the bar as you turn to make your way towards the stairs, the sound of his laughter echoing through your brain, the sound of his compliments, his jokes, him.
“You’re a university student? Wow, you must be pretty smart then!” He smiles, taking a sip of his drink of beer, his big and sparkling eyes never leaving yours, “Beautiful and smart, surely that’s illegal!”
You laugh, probably a little too loud now that the vodka from your 4th vodka and coke finally seems to have kicked in.
“Oh no no, you flatter me too much! You’re really trying to charm me, aren’t you?” you lean in a little closer, feeling a little bolder now as you look at him with a raised eyebrow.
“That depends, is it working?” He winks back at you, sending blood rushing to your cheeks, sure you’ve met guys at bars who have tried to flirt with you, but this seems so different, he’s different.
“Get me another drink and you’ll find out…”
Before you know it you’re standing in front of a fogged glass door, the metallic plaque with the name ‘Jung Hoseok CEO’ engraved into it. A loud beaming voice coming from within the room, sounding to be annoyed with whoever else is in there. Without thinking twice I knock against the glass, the room inside falling silent until you hear the words “come in” from a low voice.
When you enter the office, there are already a few police officers in there, no doubt giving Mr. Jung a grilling already, trying to suck every piece of information out of him. However, the police officers are not the first thing you notice, despite being right next to me as you enter the room. It’s the dark eyes of Jung Hoseok. Boring into you from the other side of his desk. His hair is a mess, his shirt unbuttoned and tie loose, his eyes heavy and luring you in before you finally compose yourself.
“I am detective constable Y/n Y/ln, do you mind if I have a few minutes with you, Mr. Jung?” you state, trying to be as calm and collected as possible despite the horrible aura that’s coming from the man in front of you.
“…Alright, sweetheart, as long as it’s just you and me. Don’t want these hounds lurking in on our private conversation, now do we?” His sudden cold and rude exterior changing as he gives you a wide smile, a cold shiver going down your spine as you nod, watching as the two officers make their way out of the room, the sound of the door closing is a lot louder than it should have been, maybe that was just your nerves heightening your senses.
“Sit down, sweetheart, I don’t bite you know…” The smirk never leaving his face as he gestures to the leather chair in front of his desk. You nod, making your way to the chair, feeling a little self-conscious with his eyes following your every movement as you lower your body down.
“I’m sure you know why I’m here, Mr. Jung… Let’s not beat around the bush and get right into things,” you decided to stay true to your professionalism, despite the sheer vulnerability you feel at the moment right in front of him, feeling like prey standing right in front of the predator. Your statement seems to amuse him so as he changes his body language, the smirk continuing to stretch on his face as he slumps more against the back of his chair, easing me a little, “where were you around 3am this morning?”
He stays silent for a moment, as though picking out his words carefully. That or he was just utterly fascinated by your face as his eyes have not left it since you’ve entered the room.
“I was at the other side of town, in one of my other night clubs… My more popular ones…’Cypher’ you may have heard of it, you seem like the type of lady that likes to go out drinking now and then…” he slowly lets out a piece at a time, leaning in towards his desk so that his elbows are now resting against the expensive wood. You know what he’s trying to do, he’s toying with you, trying to distract you and fall for his charms. He’s a manipulator, someone with his power becomes really good at that sort of thing, too bad this isn’t the first time you’ve dealt with this.
“What were you doing at ‘Cypher’ at that time, Mr. Jung?” You were met with a scoff, not an irritated one but one more amused, you knew he was enjoying this more than he should be.
He leans in more, his smirk now turning into a grin, stretching across his face. The creepiest thing about it is that it doesn’t seem to meet his eyes.
“Do you really want to know, sweetheart? What would you do if I said I was in my own private booth with a pretty girl from the bar, doing things to her under the table that had her squealing in pleasure?” he says slowly, his eyes burning into yours to see your reaction.
You’ll admit, that did send heat to your cheeks since you weren’t prepared for it and you’re sure he noticed too by the small chuckle that escaped his lips. This is what he wants to do to you, to distract you from what you’re trying to do, from what you’re trying to find out.
“What do you know about the victim, Mr. Jung? I believe he worked here as a part-time bartender, is that correct?” you ignore his tries at distracting you, at clouding your brain with images and thoughts in order to stop you from getting any information out of him. Not today, Hoseok.
His smirk falters a little, bringing his elbows off of the table and leaning back against the chair again. His eyes finally breaking away from yours as though he realises I’m not going to give in to his little comments.
“I know OF him… He was a student or something, right? Don’t know much about the kid… He didn’t get involved in anyone’s business or try to make conversation, just made your drink and that was it. He did his job. Kept himself to himself… why someone would want to mutilate him like that is beyond me, maybe he got on the wrong side of someone that night…” he says while looking down at his desk as his finger slowly taps against it as though he’s… anxious?
His last comment made you pause, his choice of words: ‘maybe he got on the wrong side of someone that night’ as well as this being the first time he broke eye contact with you, this is no coincidence, he knows more.
“What do you mean by that, M-“ before you can pry any more, the door of his office swings open, revealing Officer Min who is looking between the both of us, breathing heavily as though he ran up the stairs.
“Miss Y/l/n, you might want to see this…”
With furrowed eyebrows, you push yourself up off the leather chair, about to leave but turns to Hoseok before you do,
“I would like to continue this conversation later, Mr. Jung,” you state while staring at him in the eyes, his eyes are no longer flirty and sparking, they’re just cold. Burning. Scared. You’re going to get whatever he’s hiding out of him if it’s the last thing you do.
You follow Officer Min down the stairs of the nightclub, somehow, you can still feel Mr. Jung’s eyes burning into your skull like corrosive acid is burning through to your brain. You should be scared of him, that’s how he has everyone in this city wrapped around his finger, that’s why he’s walking free instead of rotting in jail. Subconsciously you turn my head to the top of the staircase as your legs reach the bottom, only to see Mr. Jung’s slender figure standing there, watching, lurking, his full playful and sexy exterior completely gone. His eyes stalking your every movement as you walk through to the security room with Officer Min, like a hawk watching a rabbit through the fields. He knows something about this case and he doesn’t like the fact that you’re willing to find out every little detail.
8:49am
Entering the security room of the club you are hit with the lights of many televisions all displaying a different part of the nightclub, illuminating the room. You glance around them all, seeing if there is any camera which would show the alleyway, which would reveal the actual murder being committed. Unfortunately, it seems no camera shows this. Does this mean the killer knew about the placement of the cameras or was it just sheer luck?
“Play camera 23 at 3:17am this morning.”
With a few clicks of the keyboard, one of the screens on the left starts to play, the camera being displayed inside the club, showing the bar and the many drunk people sitting there, flirting, touching, giggling, just enjoying themselves. The nightclub closes at around 4am, this you know because of your past experiences in this place, that’s mostly why it was so loved; it didn’t close ‘early’. The staff behind the bar are also shown doing their job, taking orders and mixing drinks, your eyes instantly catching onto the victim who’s currently taking a beer out of the mini-fridge and opening it.
You keep your eyes trained on him, that is until your eyes follow him handing the beer to someone at the bar, the ring shining on the man’s finger instantly making your chest tighten. Your breathing heavy and painful. That’s your ring. You bought that for him. Kim Taehyung.
“Happy anniversary, babe!” You giggled, throwing your arms over his shoulders from behind, placing little kisses on the side of his cheek, earning you a laugh in return, “I got you a little gift…” you move on of your hands in front of him, revealing a small white box with a little red plastic bow on top of it.
“Awww! You shouldn’t have! Mostly because I didn’t get you anything…” he laughs as you slap his shoulder, “I’m kidding I’m kidding; how could I forget to get the love of my life a 2-year anniversary present? I’m dumb but I’m not that dumb!” he pulls away from you, quickly running over to his dresser to grab what he got for you, which is in a thin, black rectangle box, quickly shoving it into your hand.
“Open yours first!” he said, he looked like what could only be described as a big excited puppy as he watched you take off the delicate lace ribbon, biting his lip in anticipation as you open it. Anxiety building up in his chest as you process what you’re looking at inside the box.
“Well? Do you like it? I-I knew you liked the idea of little locket necklaces! I just d-didn’t know if it was the right one… do you hate it? God, you do, don’t you? It’s okay I can get you ano-“ he’s quickly interrupted from his panic when you lean in to give him a kiss, pulling away with a loving smile on your face.
“I love it, Tae this is just… wow…It’s beautiful!” you slowly let out before you carefully open up the locket, revealing a picture of the both of you on your first date, all shy and nervous at the park together, the picture being one of your personal favourites.
“Tae… this is perfect, really thank you” you quickly lean back in to hug him, your eyes tearing up with how thoughtful it was before pulling away with a laugh, “great, now my present looks terrible!”
He laughs, shaking his head, “you could give me anything and I would love it, I love you so much…” he smiles lovingly at you before looking down at the small box you gave him and opening it finally, his lips parting when he sees what’s inside.
The ring inside was silver, having an engraving of a chain-like pattern at the sides, the inside having both yours and his initials.
“I know you said you really wanted another ring plus I know you like these designs, plus this one is personal now since it has our initials on it together…” you say softly, the anxiety of his reaction feels like it’s going to kill you.
Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being pushed back onto his bed behind you, making you yelp out in surprise as he covers your face in kisses.
“it’s perfect! What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” He pulls away with a smile, looking down at your lips, “I’ll keep this on till the day I die…” he says before leaning in, kissing you like it’s the last time he ever will.
That ring. The same one you were staring at right now on the man’s finger through CCTV footage. The same hands you held tight every day, the same hands that touched you, caressed you. The same arms that used to hug you every day and night. The same neck you used to bury your face in. The same face you used to wake up to every morning and think everything was going to be alright. Him.
“Miss Y/l/n, are you alright?” came Officer Min’s voice from beside you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder in comfort, “you’re looking quite pale…”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine…” you lied, your brain feels like it’s spinning at 100 miles per hour trying to process what you’re looking at, who you’re looking at.
You watch him carefully as he sips his beer, his head pressed against the palm of his other hand, looking rather bored or fed up as he sits alone at the bar. You wonder; why is he even there, alone… Sure you haven’t seen him in a few years after he broke your heart but the last place you’d expect to find him was back here, back where it all started. Why wasn’t he running away with her.
“Watch, the bartender goes into the back room, another worker confirmed he was going back there to stock up on the drinks in the mini fridge at the bar but… he doesn’t come back.” Officer Min stated, his eyes glancing over at you in both concern and to see what you thought of this.
This was not the time to think about the past, I have to do my job.
“Have you checked the storage? Are the forensics team in there? See if there’s any signs of struggle or maybe an extra set of footprints…” you finally say, noting how Officer Min seems to glance at the other security, they all have an unreadable look on their face. It’s not a good one.
“I was about to send the team in but… I think it’s best you see it for yourself, y/n.” His voice is laced with something that you can’t quite point out, concern? Sadness? Fear? All you know is it must be serious, especially since he’s now calling you by your first name, something he never does.
Before you head down, curious and scared at what you might find down there, you glance back at the screen to take one last look at him but you are met with an empty chair, he’s gone.
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You are led down to the storage room at the back of the bar, everything looking completely normal as you enter so far; barrels of liquor, wooden pallets filled with food and snacks, extra chairs and tables, cleaning equipment. Nothing seems to be out of place so far, that is until you meet Officer Min’s eyes, gesturing for you to look in the freezer part of the storage room, his eyes glancing away after he does so. This was strange. It’s so out with his character to look so vulnerable at this moment in time that you really don’t want to even think about what waits for you beyond this freezer door.
You put your hand on the large, painfully cold metal handle and turn it, using all of your strength to pull it open, the burning of your muscles now met with the sharp coldness of the freezer. Putting one foot in, eyes traveling around the dark freezer, not even knowing what it is your looking for exactly. The freezer itself is pretty dark, only a few dim lights in there to illuminate all of the pieces of meat and drinks kept in here, just making this whole situation even eerier than before.
As you take another few steps into the freezer, the sound of something crinkle under your right shoe, your movements instantly stopping, brain running wild at what it would be, before you can come up with anything your eyes are plummeting down, meeting what appears to be a piece of paper.
The first instinct was relief as it was a probably receipt or something that one of the staff accidentally dropped when counting the stock, but that moment of relief was instantly met with sheer terror as your eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting of the freezer, making what was laying on the ground visible to you now.
It was a letter. Not only that but it was addressed to someone. Your heart thumping in your ribcage as you slowly bend your knees, swallowing what felt like razorblades as you shakily picked it up.
You were right, it was addressed to someone.
You.
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Matchmaker P5
Here is Matchmaker P5! What happens when there’s a misunderstanding?
Plot: You’re a small name model who is close friends with Joshua and Taehyung and just moved to Korea after signing with an agency. You’ve been a fan of BTS for as long as you could remember and biased Yoongi. Little did you know, despite not being well known, you had caught Yoongi’s eye a long time ago and now you guys get to meet. Even though the two of you become friends, Yoongi’s apparently too shy and you’re just apparently oblivious to his feelings. Will it take a push from Taehyung and the rest of his members for you two to finally get together or will Yoongi be able to do it on his own?
Words: 3458
Warnings: May contain swearing, slightly intimate touches and Im not sure….
Genre: flufff/ slight angst
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[HOT DEBUT] Seventeen’s Hoshi and Woozi have finally graced us with the music video that everyone has been anticipating since Pledis revealed a dance teaser featuring well known choreographer Yang Minyoung and her older sister Yang Y/N who is one of Pledis Entertainments newest signed models. Not much is known about Y/N and Minyoung but sources close to the agency say that Y/N and Minyoung were dancers since a young age and were even known as the Yang Sisters dance duo in the States prior to their move to Korea where the sisters split into their own career paths.
Hoshi and Woozi are set to make their first live performance on Show Champion this coming week and will only appear on Show Champion and Music Core as Seventeen’s comeback is set for three weeks after. It has been confirmed that the sisters will be appearing during their stage performances and can anyone blame them? The salsa hip-hop vibe we get off the song with their dance moves shows off their chemistry and trust with each other that cannot be duplicated with other partners. We are happy to say that we are looking forward to their first performance.
The boys of BTS watched your rehearsal on the Show Champion stage with Hoshi and Woozi after they finished their final sound check for their promotions and they were sure it wasn’t only them who had their jaw dropped to the floor once it was done.
“Holy shit the dance looked better than it did in the music video. How is that possible?!” Hoseok exclaimed as they went back to their dressing rooms to prepare for the show.
“Am I the only one who gets Angel and Devil vibes off of them? Like Y/N’s white dress and Minyoungs black one with Hoshi and Woozi wearing opposite colors. They really planned this out well.” RM said with a low whistle, “Perfection.”
“Yea, Y/N definitely looked like an angel didn’t she” Jin said nudging Yoongi with a wink as they entered the waiting room shocked to see a few trainees from Bit Hit waiting for them.
“What are you guys doing here?” Jungkook asked Hara who was one of the first to stand up once the boys entered the room.
“We came to support your goodbye stage” she said with a happy smile, “Where were you? I heard you guys had the first sound check.”
“We were watching Hoshi and Woozis sound check.” Jimin said and furrowed his eyebrows, “We didn’t hear anything about you guys coming from our managers.”
“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Hara said with a small shrug.
“More like she begged the staff to let her come and then the agency decided to let us all come.” one trainee who came to stand next to her added with a small smirk.
There was a look of disapproval from Yoongi and Taehyung as they heard what the trainee had said making them share a look.
“Are you guys going to be here the whole day?” Jimin asked and they all nodded.
“Well, have fun then.” Taehyung said putting his jacket on, “I have a small errand to run.”
“Where are you going?” Namjoon asked right away and Taehyung held up his wallet.
“Get flowers. Hoshi and Woozi aren’t the only ones who’ve worked hard today.” he responded and Yoongi’s along with Hoseok and Jins eyes widened.
“Oh he’s smart.” Yoongi muttered and took out his own wallet to give Taehyung some money. “Can you do me a favor?”
The two had a silent conversation with their eyes and Taehyung nodded. “I’ll get the best one.”
“Thanks man.” Yoongi said before making his way out of the dressing room himself, “I’ll be back before we have to go.”
“We’ll go with you Tae” Hoseok said as Jin nodded. “We want to get something for them too.”
The three then left the room leaving only Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook with the trainees.
“Where are they going?” one trainee asked. They had never seen Yoongi leave so quickly before, even for a stage.
“He went to find a friend.” Namjoon responded knowing exactly where the rapper was headed, “Since there’s only a few of us here, do you guys want to get lunch?”
“Shouldn’t we wait for Yoongi?” Hara asked and Jungkook shook his head.
“He already said he’d be back before the stage so there’s no point in waiting up.” he said, “I’m starved, let’s go.”
The group made their way to the restaurant of choice and the trainees were happy to be bonding with the seniors who were left. It wasn’t often that Namjoon treated them out afterall.
“So I heard Y/N’s supposed to be performing tonight.” one trainee said excitedly.
“You know Y/N?” Jimin asked between bites and the trainee nodded.
“She and her sister were legends in my school back in the States. Y/N was the captain of the dance team and her legacy still carries on today. When she went into modeling, a lot of the dance team supported her by buying the magazines she featured in. I’m glad that she’s doing well.” the trainee said with a big smile, “I always looked up to her.”
“Did you see the music video that she and her sister were in with Woozi and Hoshi? It was like they were all made to dance with each other. Y/N and Woozi have so much chemistry its electrifying.” another trainee, “She’s so talented.”
Hara had to hold in her gag as all the trainees gushed about you and Minyoung. She couldn’t believe all the things she was hearing and didn’t believe them one bit. In her mind, it was only the editing of the music video that made you look good and she didn’t believe that you actually danced that well either. Though she had never seen you in your element, she already had this image in her mind of you that she was unwilling to let go of and with you in the way of her and Yoongi (which was non existent) she just plain hated you.
As the group walked back to the building, Hara decided to join Jimin and Jungkook on their coffee run with a few others at a local cafe.
“Oh my gosh, look at those two.” Jungkook said as they entered the cafe and low and behold, there was you and Yoongi sitting at one of the tables talking.
Hara turned her head and frowned, you and Yoongi were seated at the back corner with smiles on your faces obviously having a good conversation as something you had said made him laugh.
“Is that Y/N and Yoongi? They’re friends?” the trainee who looked up to you asked as Jimin nodded.
“Taehyung introduced us a while back actually. She’s a good friend to all of us.” he said after placing the coffee order.
“I’ve never seen Yoongi laugh like that before. They look so cute together.” she gushed as Jungkook snickered. “They aren’t together are they?”
“They have to be!” another trainee said, “Why else would Yoongi hang out with her? He rarely hangs out with anyone from the agency as is.”
“Don’t say things that aren’t true!” Hara said automatically anger evident in her voice making the trainees look at her weird.
“You seriously need to let go of that crush Hara. Yoongi’s out of your league.” the trainee who asked if you and Yoongi were together said, “Like really. You’ve tried to scare of everyone who's gotten close to him but I really think you need to lay off.”
Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other with raised eyebrows after the trainee had said exactly what was on their minds but slowly walked away once they got their drinks.
“It’s not like he’d date her.” Hara argued, “If anything he’s out of HER league.”
“Considering she already has a name in this world, I would say they’re pretty equal in those terms. Seriously Hara, it’s going to be a reason why you don’t debut. He doesn’t even talk to you so just let it go and let him be happy. Gosh you can be immature sometimes” the girl said with a huff before walking away leaving Hara seething in her place.
She looked at Yoongi who was resting his head in his hand as he listened to something you said, a content smile on his face. A content smile that was meant for you and not her. It wasn’t fair and she’d make sure you were out of Yoongi’s life no matter what it took.
After the performance, you, Minyoung, Hoshi and Woozi walked back into your dressing room and were shocked at the sight before you. There stood the members of BTS and the members of Seventeen who came to support you with various bouquets and gifts in their hands.
“What the…” Minyoung said as Dino handed her one of the bouquets, “What is this?” she asked in shock as various members handed you flowers as well.
“Hoshi and Woozi may get the publicity for this debut, but we wanted to acknowledge that you and Y/N also worked hard for this too and congratulate you.” Taehyung said as Yoongi walked up to you.
“Congrats on your first stage.” he said with a smile as you took the bouquet in your hands and couldn’t help but smell the flowers. “You guys were perfect.”
“Thank you” you said shyly as everyone broke into their little groups of conversation though there were various eyes on you and Yoongi.
The trainees from Big Hit weren’t allowed in the Seventeen waiting room since there were too many people so they stood by the door and watched everything that was going on.
“I’m sorry again about tomorrow.” Yoongi said quietly once the two of you were alone, “I’m just not sure how long it’ll take so it’s best if we reschedule.”
You could hear the apologetic tone in his voice and shook your head.
“Hey, it happens.” you said with a small smile, “Don’t worry about it. There’s always next time.”
“I’ll call you then kay?” he asked, “I heard that the guys want to take you out for dinner and my groups going to head back to the dorms.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you around then.” you said with a hug before going to join your sister on the other side of the room.
The next day, you walked into Jihoons studio as he was working on a piece and even before greeting you he had to ask a question.
“I thought you were supposed to have a date with Yoongi today.”
You sat on the couch that he had in there and sighed, though you were okay with it the night before, it didn’t mean that you weren’t bummed out about it now.
“Something came up at the agency and he had to reschedule.” you said with a shrug, “It’s to be expected right?”
“I guess so…” Jihoon said still focussed on the song he was working on, “What are you doing here then?”
“Minyoungs out with Chan and Josh has has a schedule or something. Plus it’s been awhile since we’ve actually hung out.” you said watching Jihoon’s computer screen. “I kinda miss this.”
“You’ve been hanging out with Josh and Taehyung more since you got back. I figured it wasn’t going to be like it was a few years ago.” he mumbled, “But that was expected right?”
“Ji…” you said looking noticing the frown on the others face.
Before Taehyung, there was Jihoon. The two of you got close after Joshua had introduced you and during your time in Korea, you were one of the few people he let into his studio at any given time of day. Only Minyoung knew that you two had explored a romantic relationship briefly only to realize that the relationship you really had was compared to siblings and it was never spoken of again.
Jihoon was one of the few people you kept in contact with constantly and as the years went by, he became your biggest confidant as you were to him, more so than Joshua. He knew everything from your crush on Yoongi to the Hara situation and he even knew WHY you left your former agency and moved to Korea to pursue your career with someone you trusted. The only other person who knew that much detail was Minyoung who had been there to help you deal with it all but after that, despite being happy and bubbly most of the time, you had severe trust issues. Jihoon also knew that you knew who Hara was and why you were so afraid of her...he was the only one who knew.
After you moved back to Korea, there was a slight rift in your friendship since Taehyung entered and it wasn’t over jealousy. Jihoon still looked out for you and was worried about your friendships outside the agency and at one point voiced his opinion. It caused a small argument between you two and you barely spoke for almost a week till you both caved at the same time when he asked you to collaborate on the dance.
Despite working together during practice, you never really got to hang out one on one like you used to and you knew that it was overdue which was why when Yoongi cancelled on you the day before, you figured it would be the perfect opportunity to catch up like old times. You just hoped Jihoon would be as willing.
“You know I’m not upset right?” he asked after a while, “I just miss you...our friendship is all.”
“I’m sorry...ever since I got hung up on Yoongi I haven’t really been acting like a good friend..” you admitted and Jihoon shrugged.
“Who am I to get mad? Just because it didn’t work out between us doesn’t mean that it can’t work out between you two.” he said and paused what he was doing to look at you. “So....do you want to hang out today then?”
“Well it was kind of why I came here…” you said playing with your fingers, “Unless you’re busy.”
“I got time.” Jihoon said pulling away from his desk, “For you, I have time. Let’s go.”
“Start with coffee? I literally came here after I woke up hoping you’d be here too.” you said with a sheepish smile and Jihoon grinned.
“Sounds great, then we’ll go to the arcade like we used to or something.” he said and you agreed with him fully before getting up and following him out the door.
As the two of you approached the cafe you had chosen, something caught your attention and made you freeze in place. In turn, Jihoon who was behind you on his phone ran directly into your back.
“What the heck.” he said but noticed the stiffness in your body language and realized you were staring at something or rather someone.
He followed your gaze and there he saw at the back of the cafe was Yoongi in a booth with Hara. Hara seemed to have this wide grin on her face as Yoongi spoke and Jihoon scrunched his nose when he saw her lean over to ruffle his hair and what shocked him the most was that Yoongi didn’t do anything back.
“O-on second thought, maybe ice cream would be better.” you said quickly before turning around and walking in another direction without even checking if Jihoon would follow.
Jihoon looked between the place you were and the scene before him and took out his phone to snap a quick picture. He sent the photo to Minyoung telling her that you were currently with him and that he’d make sure you were okay and requested that she find out what happened. No matter what it was obvious Jihoon was going to side with you and your feelings and the last time he had seen you freeze like that was when you found out about the betrayal.
He then walked quickly to catch up with you right as you were getting lost in the crowd and the two of you walked towards the ice cream shop you used to go to years before.
Had he stayed any longer, he would’ve seen the glare Yoongi threw at Hara along with Jin, Jungkook and another trainee joining the two.
You and Jihoon walked along the river eating your ice cream and though you acted like you were okay, it was obvious to Jihoon you weren’t. He knew you hated talking about your feelings as much as he did so instead of prying, he opted to make sure you had enough fun that you would forget your current emotions.
“So arcade then dinner after?” he asked as he observed your sullen mood. You had yet to say anything outside of regular conversation since you left the ice cream shop and he could tell that what you saw affected you greatly.
When you didn’t respond, he gave you a side glance and let out a sigh at what he was about to do. He knew there was ONE thing that would get you out of this mood right away and despite not wanting to do it, it would be the only way for you to snap out of this daze.
He finished the rest of his icecream quickly and looked around and thanked the heavens that no one else was in this current area. He stopped in his tracks as you kept walking and took a deep breath.
“Nooooooonnnnaaaaaaa” he said in a whining baby voice.
That obviously made you stop and realize that he was no longer beside you.
“What the heck…” you said turning to look at him, “Ji-”
“Woozi wants to go to the arcade and spend the day with Nooooonaaa.” he said cutely giving you his best aegy. “Noona barely spends time with Woozi anymore and Woozi wants to spend more time with Noooona. Pleaaaaaseeeee.”
At this point, it was obvious Jihoon had succeeded his mission as you gave him the weirdest look you could ever give someone but eventually, you started giggling.
“Please stop. You know as cute as it is, it’s not you.” you said outright laughing now.
Jihoon let out a big breath and turned around to internally scream at himself before smiling at you. “I was hoping you wouldn’t make me continue.” he said, “Please...never make me do that again. I know it gets you out of your moods but…”
“You only do it for me. I know.” you said, letting out a sigh, “I’m sorry...I was just so lost in thought…”
“It’s fine, we don’t have to talk about it.” Jihoon interrupted with a smile, “Let’s just have some fun today okay? Like the old times.”
You smiled back at Jihoon and gave your good friend a hug which he returned almost instantly, “Like the old times.”
Meanwhile, BTS were walking out of the agency after their meeting and they were all happy that they were finally getting a break.
“So do you want to grab dinner with us after?” Jin asked Yoongi, “Or do you have plans?”
“Let me check in on something and I’ll get back to you.” Yoongi said taking out his phone and shooting you a quick text.
[4:45pm] Yoongs: Hey, we’re done our meeting...Do you have time to meet up right now?
Yoongi waited for your response and frowned when he didn’t get one.
[4:50pm] Yoongs: Y/N?
[4:52pm] Y/N: Busy tonight. I’ll text you some other time.
Yoongi hid the shock from your dismissive response well and looked at Jin, “I’ll join you guys for dinner...I heard a few of the guys are going back to their hometowns so it’ll be our last one as a group for a while…”
“Sounds good, let’s meet at the restaurant at six” Jin said and waved at Yoongi who was standing at the door of his studio.
[4:55pm] Yoongs: Is everything okay...?
It was obvious he was thrown off by your sudden coldness. He could feel it in the eight words you had sent him and he had to think if he had done anything wrong. Everything seemed fine the day before. You even had your nightly telephone calls right as he was going to bed and he knew you understood why he had to reschedule the date but he was going to ask you again when you were free.
“Whats going on with her?” he muttered to himself before locking himself in his studio before he had to meet everyone for dinner.
#bts#bts fiction#bts imagine#yoongi#min yoongi#yoongi fiction#yoongi imagine#suga#suga fiction#suga imagine#kpop#kpop imagine#kpop fiction#kpop scenario#suga scenario#yoongi scenario
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Apparently people want to know my thoughts about the situation with Priest, even though I’ve gotten all those “no one cares” anons before. Life is funny, isn’t it?
As background information: I’ve seen Priest 7 times on stage and I’ve traveled around countless hours because of them. They’ve helped me a lot and the whole band has become happy place for me. That’s all you need to know.
I was shocked when Tom and Alex made their posts. I was at work and it hit me really hard. This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting to happen. I’m not going to comment on that matter more but I will say this... Alex and Tom both are phenomenal people. They’re talented, brilliant and amazing human beings. I hope they know and remember that. I will miss them both dearly and no one can ever replace them and I think it’s not the goal either.
(In case you guys are still stalking, thank you for everything. Every second, every smile, every word and every other thing you’ve given and we shared during this time. You know what I’m talking about. I adore you both. I hope we cross paths at some point again. 💜)
*dries eyes*
Moving on!
After shocking news there was lot of things and theories going through my mind. I came up with two possible scenarios. Priest being in its end wasn’t one of them. It was clear to me they’re not going anywhere after this setback. Then there was this teaser of new image which looked like female figure and it confirmed one of my first thoughts.
I got excited about the singer. Possible female singer. I had certain someone in my mind and I was waiting us to get new Mercury who was bold, fearless, in-your-face kind of woman who isn’t afraid to step into crowd from the stage like the one before her. I was really waiting for that. Until we got sneak peek of the new outfit. I recognized the jacket and ring right away. I knew I’ve seen those before. When the day of the first show came and first videoclips were published it took me less than 2 seconds to recognize the voice. Oh hell, I would’ve recognized the singer even without voice. His mannerisms gave him up to me. Those movements screamed his name from the first second. (I still can’t understand how someone doesn’t recognize him.)
I’ll be honest, I wasn’t happy with the decisions they made. It was the option I came up at first and which I was fearing. Don’t get me wrong, I love that guy. I love his solo stuff and I love his voice and singing but the fact is that his style don’t fit into Priest songs. And I was right. Sadly. I was feeling ashamed when I watched those videos from the show. There was good parts and not so good parts. But the blame wasn’t only on new Mercury. Playing was horrific too. I’m used to flawless sounds and drum work, as well as singing. Those things pleased my ears and I didn’t have anything to complain. I don’t know what happened in that show, was it nervousness of the first show? Was it some problems on the stage, with machines or technical issues? Wasn’t there practice enough? I don’t have a clue but it made me cringe. Mercury was clearly nervous, that’s for sure. I’m worrying for his technic too. If he keeps going like that, his voice won’t last the whole upcoming tour.
After all this shock and rambling, I still have hope. I have hope that it will be better when times goes by. No one can be perfect at the first show. I have hope. Priest has my support. I’m happy that I’m going to see them in Berlin and Warsaw next month. You’ll find me there, on my usual spot in front of the stage. There’s no doubt about that.
I want to say something to our new Mercury as well... you’ll get there! Keep practicing. I know it’s in you, you just need to find it and work for it. Don’t care what haters say, you still have people who support you. You’re not Tom and you shouldn’t try to be him. Be your adorable, charming self and you’re going to do great things. 😘
PS. I’d be more pissed if they tried to find another Tom who sings like he did, who tried to move like he did. That wouldn’t work. He’s not replaceable.
PPS. To all you Linton haters. You can message me as much as you like but you can’t change my opinion about him. He’s the only one who can do that. I don’t have any reason to hate him. I don’t hold personal grudges towards him at any level. If you do, keep it to yourself. All you say you don’t care what he does or what Priest does and still you’re here to complain and talk shit. If you don’t care you wouldn’t hate or talk. You would just let it be. Ever thought of that?
#Priest band#Priest#Mercury#Salt#Sulphur#Tom Åsberg#Alex Högberg#Linton Rubino#I have spoken#random thoughts#this probably doesnt make sense#I probably forgot half of what I meant to say too
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