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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years

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𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐖 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 (𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞) ; 𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 ; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 ; 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ; 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ; 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟒.𝟓𝐤

Getting into the fan sign was one thing, you never thought you’d be chosen out of the millions of other people who had entered the raffle, but by some miracle your name had been drawn. Of course, you had gone to tell all of your friends, friends who had been the mastermind behind the crazy plan that had changed your life completely.

“Just give him the paper. What’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t message you? That’s what everyone, including you, is expecting anyway.” Your friend had pointed out the obvious. It’s not like you actually expected him to message you, but it still had you sweating bullets as you held the small sheet of paper in your hand, your ID written neatly by your friend who had practically shoved it into your hand and manually clamped your fingers around it. “You’re going to be late if you don’t go now. Just do it. It’ll be fine. Plus, you’ll never see him again after today anyway… Unless you go to a concert but I’m sure he’s not going to pick you out in the crowd.”

It was a harsh way to tell you that you had nothing to worry about, nonchalantly informing you that your ultimate bias wouldn’t remember you, but she was so right that it was almost painful. You weren’t sure if you felt better about it or if you didn’t want to go to the fan sign at all, but she wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter, pushing you off the bed and towards the front door. “This is the dumbest thing…” You mumbled as she pulled open the door, a wide smile on her face as she shoved you out into the hallway, waving her fingers at you as she slowly shut the door.

“I’m sure I could come up with something even more ridiculous.” She said, but it sounded more like a threat, so you quickly shook your head, shoving the small piece of paper into the pocket of your jacket and heading towards the stairs that would lead you down to the first floor of your apartment, mentally screaming at yourself to just not give him the note, to just enjoy the small amount of time that you’d get to interact with your favorite idols, but a part of you wanted to know what would happen… Wishing on some type of lucky star that something would come of this foolish plan that your friend had come up with. Wishes didn’t come true though, you knew that after the countless amount of stars you had wished upon as a child, your eyes shut tight with your head tilted up to the dark sky, your hands clasped tightly together, innocent hopes and dreams whispered out into the open night air that had gone unanswered. It was foolish to wish for anything to come true now, but you wanted to hold onto that childish dream just a little longer, just long enough for it to be shattered completely by the end of the night.

Making your way through the members, your nerves were eating away at you, sweating profusely as they all tried to talk to you, but your eyes were on the member at the end of the table, smiling and chatting with the fan who was in front of him. Your fingers rubbed against the paper in your pocket, gnawing your lip nervously as you finally looked back down at Jimin who was laughing loudly. “You’re so nervous. You don’t have to be. We’re normal people too.” He said, and you wished that much was true, just another wish that wouldn’t be answered, but they weren’t the type of normal you were used to experiencing in your own life. If they were, they wouldn’t have a line of antsy fans waiting around just to see them. “And don’t worry about Suga. He had a nap before this, so he won’t be as cranky.”

Jimins small, lighthearted jab had Yoongi turning to look at the younger member, his eyebrows lowering as a small scowl took its place on his face. “Thank you for the introduction, Jimin.” Yoongi muttered, finally looking up at you as the line moved forward, his scowl fading to a soft smile as you bowed your head to him. “He makes me cranky, don’t worry about what he said though, I’m fine.” He defended himself quickly and you let out a nervous chuckle, the paper in your pocket felt red hot as you fidgeted with it even more, a quick pain shooting across your finger in the process. You hissed quietly, the sound had him looking at you with a puzzled expression as you pulled your hand out of your pocket, a small bubble of blood forming on the tip of your pointer finger as you stared at it. “Oh no… Do you need a bandaid? A napkin? I think I have tissues…”

You quickly shook your head, embarrassment consuming you completely, but he was already calling over one of the security members that were standing behind him and the rest of the members, asking them for a tissue, and as soon as he got it, it was handed to you. “You didn’t have to… I’m sorry.” You mumbled, lightly dabbing at your finger with the tissue before wrapping the thin cloth around it.

He hummed softly, folding his hands under his chin and tilting his head as he stared up at you. “You don’t have to be sorry. Just promise you’ll be more careful with the receipts in your pockets, or at least carry around a pack of bandaids just in case.” That gummy smile that you had come to love, that you had become so familiar with spread across his face, a low chuckle resounding in his chest.

Nodding quickly, you started to step away, but in a second you stopped, pulling the paper out of your pocket and placing it on the table and sliding it towards his hands that were drumming against the table top. “You don’t have to read it now… But when you’re not busy…” The words came out quickly, and you were half expecting him to wait for you to leave before handing it to one of the security to throw away, but he nodded to you, pulling out his wallet and slipping the small piece of paper inside one of the slots. It probably didn’t mean as much as you hoped it did, there was still a chance that the paper would end up in the garbage anyway, that it was all just an act to make you think he’d actually read it, but there was only one way you’d be able to find out if he read it, and for that, you’d have to wait.

Laying in your bed back at your apartment, you stared up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep or even close your eyes. Every vibration of your phone on the nightstand next to your bed had you jumping up, only to be let down by the notification on your screen from your friend, asking once again if you had gotten a message from Yoongi. She was only fueling your wishful thinking, and you were sure that it wasn’t good for your heart, or your mind, to get your hopes up the way that you were.

After the eighth text, you had grown tired of responding to her. At this point she was well past twenty, and you were getting tired of it. You hadn’t responded to any of her texts, and you were on the verge of turning off your phone completely. Another notification had your phone vibrating, the sound going right through you, your body jolting upright to snatch your phone off the nightstand, about to tell her to stop asking, to tell her that you just wanted to go to sleep, but then you saw the name at the top of the notification. Clearly you had fallen asleep and this was all a dream, but there was nothing wrong with indulging your subconscious mind in the dream that it had conjured up, so you quickly unlocked your phone, reading the message with a wide smile on your face.

“Papercut…? I’m pretty sure this is you… You’re the only one who was brave enough to slip your Kakao ID to me today. How’s your finger?” The message read, and even in the dream, you felt like you were going to faint, the burst of adrenaline and pure joy coursing through your veins was too much even for the dream version of you. Not just that, but even with all of that, your entire body froze up. So much for being able to be whoever you wanted to be in your dreams. You had assumed that you’d be a little more brave, a little less shy, that you’d be able to think of some witty reply to what he had said, but you were blank, you couldn’t think of anything, the fear of sounding foolish overcoming every other feeling and thought you had. “I was assuming that you had fallen asleep, but I see that you read the message. Is your finger keeping you from being able to text?”

A double text, not just a double text, but a double text from Min Yoongi. It was unexpected, you didn’t think he’d do something like that, he didn’t strike you as the type, but then again, you didn’t truly know him, you only knew the side of himself that he showed in front of the cameras. “No… My finger is fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to actually message me.” Honesty was the best quality, most people would respect that trait, and you hoped that Yoongi would understand the honesty behind your message.

It was immediately read, and then the little bubbles showed up at the bottom of the screen indicating that he was typing. A quick response, he had been waiting on your message screen for your response. Just another thing that you hadn’t expected from him. “That would have been rude of me. You gave me your Kakao ID, the least I could do is say hello. I’m sure you’ve been losing sleep over it.” Intuitive, but you weren’t going to flat out tell him that you had been waiting with your phone beside your bed for him to message you. Honesty was a good thing, but you had humility, and you weren’t going to be that forward with him. You were sure that this would be the only conversation you’d have with him, and you didn’t want to leave him with the impression that you were weird or obsessive.

“I’m not losing sleep. I’m not even tired right now.” You typed out the lie, hoping that he’d believe it when he read it. Not that it actually mattered though, did it? “But you’re probably tired… Goodnight, Suga. It was nice talking to you.” You quickly sent the message, smiling to yourself as a bittersweet feeling washed over you. The conversation, the interaction had been short lived, but it had happened, and you could finally fall asleep.

“Good morning, Papercut. Make sure to change the bandaid on your finger and eat breakfast.” The message had been sent two hours before you had actually gotten up, but the sight of it had you falling back onto the bed, burying your face into your pillows and letting out a squeal of excitement. “You’re finally up. You sleep long… You were lying about not being tired. You were exhausted. Eat.” The net message had your phone vibrating in your hand, and even though you felt yourself wake up, you could see the sun shining outside your window, you could feel it burning your eyes as they slowly adjusted to the light, you could barely believe that he was still texting you, that he hadn’t deleted your messages and just forgot about you completely.

For the second time, you couldn’t think of what to say. Of course you’d say good morning, but you weren’t sure what to say after that. Your mind was in a fog and the elation that overwhelmed you was only making it harder for you to think coherently. “Good morning. I slept in, it’s Saturday… most people do that. I wasn’t even tired. I’ll eat. Did you?” Before you could even read over your message, you had sent it, a habit formed from the texts between you and your friend. You never read over what you were sending, and your thumb was so used to pressing the send button as soon as it was done moving across the keyboard, you couldn’t even take it back, watching as the message showed that it had been read as soon as it was delivered.

“I wish I was most people. I already ate. Now you have to. Let me know what you have. I’ll be working for a bit though, so my phone is off. I’ll talk to you later.” Pinching yourself, shaking your head fast, blinking rapidly, all of those things you did just to make sure that what you were seeing was real, and every time you looked back down at your phone screen, you read the same message from him. He’d talk to you later… It had your heart racing with anticipation, but it also could have just been a polite way of saying that he wasn’t going to talk to you anymore. Later wasn’t a specific variable of time, it could have meant that night or in like ten years, it had no weight to it, and you weren’t going to depend on it meaning anything, and you surely weren’t going to wait around for later to come just in case you’d get let down.

Seven years later, you stand in the front row of the crowd, a sold out stadium, their farewell concert after so many years of performing, they were finally saying goodbye, heading down different roads, but they had promised that they’d always love ARMY, that they’d always be BTS no matter what they’re doing. Everyone had seen it coming, and when all the members talked about what their new path in life was, there was no response more shocking than Yoongis had been. He wanted to take a break from music, from the public eye, he wanted to settle down. It had come as a surprise to so many fans and even the reporters had been confused. There had never been a hint that he had actually met someone, let alone someone to settle down with. Then again, their lives were private, they didn’t show everything to everyone, and it was most likely to protect his significant other and himself from the prying eyes of the media and the backlash from the fans.

Now here he was on stage, performing for what could potentially be the last time, a wide smile on his face as he looked out at the crowd, but the light that was shining down on him and the rest of the members reflected off his glassy eyes. It would be a bittersweet performance, not only for him and the guys, but for all of the fans who surrounded the stage. “Look! There he is!” The tiny hand that was clasped around yours squeezed tightly, your daughter tugging at your arm as she pointed her finger up at Yoongi on stage.

She loved BTS, she knew almost all of their songs by heart, and while you weren’t really fond of taking your five year old daughter to a sold out concert, it would be hers and your last time to ever see them all live, unless they planned a reunion tour sometime down the road. “There he is.” You repeated, looking down at your daughter who had stars in her eyes as she looked on at not just Yoongi, but all of the other members. “You keep holding my hand though, honey. Don’t try to move away from me.” There was that constant worry that filled your heart, a worry that wouldn’t allow you to focus on the concert at all, every nerve in your body hyper focused on the feeling of your daughter's hand in your own.

“They see me?” She asked, and you could barely hear her over the sound of the crowd chanting the members' names around you, but you quickly nodded to her. Even if you were in the front row, the chances of them focusing all of their attention on the front was slim to none. The rows of people spanned further back than your eyes could see, and they all deserved the attention of the idols who stood on stage in front of them. “I sing loud… They all hear me.” She said proudly, holding her arms out, motioning for you to pick her up and you quickly obliged, lifting her up and holding her on your hip. “Now they see me.”

The members' eyes scanned the crowd as they waved, and one member's eyes in particular landed on you and your daughter, his smile softening as he walked over to the edge of the stage, sitting down and leaning in so he could see better. “Look at you!” He said, your daughter's hands clapping together as she reached out towards him.

“Jimin!!” She cheered, sounding much like the other fans around you who were mirroring the motions of your daughter. “Singing dinosaursus?” She asked, her head tilted to the side questioningly, but you and Jimin couldn’t help but laugh together at the innocently incorrect way she said the title of the song.

He nodded his head, grabbing your daughter’s hand and shaking it gently before patting her head and standing up, heading back to where the other members were standing. “I think they’ll sing it just for you.” You whispered to your daughter, watching as Jimin whispered to the guys, their heads all turning in your direction. “And now they all see you.”

Yoongi walked over next, hopping off the stage completely, much to the shock of the security guard who looked highly confused. “What are you doing here?” He cooed, brushing his hand over your daughter's hair, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead before looking at you. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.” He whispered, his eyes glancing around at the multitude of fans who were staring intently at the interaction between you and Yoongi, the confusion on their faces just as vivid as the security guards had been.

“We wanted to surprise you. Plus, it’s your last concert, she’d be heartbroken if she didn’t see any of them.” You explained, watching as his lips pursed, his eyes glancing back over at your daughter who simply nodded, although you were sure she didn’t understand what you were talking about. “You don’t know how hard it was to get front row to this concert. It’s nuts, they almost sold out before I got two tickets.”

He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief, but his lips were spread into the wide gummy smile that you absolutely adored. “Can’t believe you bought two tickets, when I could have just gotten you both backstage.” He rolled his eyes, sighing loudly. “You’re something else, jagi. And you…” He tapped his finger against your daughter's nose, her twinkling laughter filling both his and your ears, his eyes lighting up at the sound of it. “Uncle Jimin told me that you wanted to hear dinosaursus?” Your daughter nodded enthusiastically, and then Yoongi looked at you with a strange look, like he was waiting for you to answer a question that he hadn’t even asked yet before looking back at your daughter. “Do you want to go up and sing it with us? Show ARMY how amazing my little girl is?” She was already leaning toward him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she wiggled out of your own arms.

“Yoongi…” You murmured, hearing the gasps from the crowd as they watched your daughter shift from your arms into Yoongis on the other side of the rails. “We came so she could watch the concert… What if she falls off the stage? What if she trips? And the fans… what if-” He leaned in to kiss you, smiling against your lips as the group of fans around you erupted into both cheers and something that sounded a lot like disapproval.

“That’s why you’re coming up too.” He said, pulling back the rails just enough for you to slip through, and you could have sworn the security guard was losing his mind at what he was seeing, immediately running over to keep the rest of the fans from pushing through. “It’ll be fun. And now everyone will get to see the two amazing reasons why I’m taking a break from music.”

The show went on without a hitch, and when your daughter got tired from dancing and singing along with her father and her uncles, she’d run off to the side where you were standing, plopping down in front of you to watch in awe as the guys moved across the stage in perfect sync.

She recharged a lot quicker than you and they did though, only sitting for five minutes tops before running back into center stage, her own beautifully bedazzled microphone gripped tightly in her hands as she belted out the lyrics. The fans absolutely adored her, cheering loudly whenever she’d get back on the stage, but they weren’t the only ones who adored her stage presence. Yoongi had been so worried about her being the public eye at all, he had kept her and you a secret for the most part, but now that he had her up there with him, he was beaming with pride. He stood right beside her or right behind her, his steps mirroring hers wherever she moved, and if she got even ten feet from the edge of the stage, he’d pull her back, but his smile never faltered when he had her with him.

“And the last song for the night… Our last song, by popular demand… Is…?” Yoongi said, breathless from rapping, dancing, and chasing your daughter around the stage, leaving the statement open ended, turning it into a question and squatting down beside your daughter. “Tell them what we’re doing next, bubby.” He whispered to her, the pride radiating off of him as he watched her lift the microphone up to her lips.

“Dinosaurysus!” She shouted into her microphone, mirroring her fathers wide gummy smile right back to him as the beginning of the song started up. You watched her intently, unable to hide your own smile as she practically took over the stage. She had the presence of her father when she was in front of a crowd, and it was undoubtedly something that she got from him considering how shy you always were, how shy you still were when it came to being in a room full of people.

She ended up becoming the center focus of the stage, the other members, aside from Yoongi, moving back just enough to give her the space to dance, watching on with amused expressions, trying to hold back their laughter as they sang. Her eyes were aglow with her own passion and excitement, and it was as if you could see her dreams forming in front of her, the dream to be just like her father, and she was already paving that path for herself.

The song came to an end and the crowd roared with applause as your daughter bowed to them all before waving to everyone, much like her father and her uncles did. Yoongi lowered himself to his knees beside her, moving her hair back to whisper in her ear, and before you could question what he had told her, she brought the mic back to her lips. “And that’s my mom over there!” She shouted, pointing her finger over to where you were sitting. “And my baby brother! I can’t see him yet but my mommy and daddy said I’ll have to share my toys with him and I-” She continued on with her story, her free hand waving in the air as she explained to all the fans how excited she was to have a new brother, but how upset she was that she’ll have to share with him.

Laughter poured from the fans and the members and you as you all listened to her. Yoongi let her continue long enough to get his own laughter out, his arms crossed over his chest as he stood back just enough to give her room to pace the stage. She had captured the attention and the hearts of everyone, and even though she was jumping from topic to topic every ten seconds, no one seemed to mind. “Alright, bubby…” Yoongi murmured, lifting her up and pressing a kiss to her cheek as he shifted her onto his hip. “You told ARMY such a good story, they’ll be able to go right to sleep tonight. It’s way past your bedtime though, so, say goodbye to everyone, and then we can go home.” He kept her in his arms as the guys lined up beside him, all of them, including your daughter, waving to the sea of people as they said their goodbyes, and it was almost sad to think that it was the last time you’d see them like this, that anyone would see them like this. It was the last time they’d say goodbye to a sold out arena, it was enough to have you tearing up.

You pushed yourself up off the stage floor when Yoongi walked over, leading you backstage as your daughter's head fell against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as the excitement wore off and the tiredness finally set in. “She’s gonna be a little star, just like her dad.” You murmured, speaking as softly as possible so you wouldn’t wake her, gently brushing the hair out of her face and smiling up at Yoongi.

He pursed his lips, glancing down at her before resting his cheek against the top of her head. “Yeah… I just want her to be my baby for a little longer though…” Your smile softened and you quickly kissed the small pout that was forming on his face. “It’s crazy. I didn’t see myself here seven years ago… I never pictured myself being this happy. I don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of luck… But it must’ve been something really good. Now I get to wake up every morning to you, spend every day with my family, and fall asleep every night next to you… Who do I thank for that?”

It was a rhetorical question, or possibly a question that he thought no one had the answer to, but you had the answer, and you quickly pressed your lips against his own, mumblind against them as you kissed him. “You can thank my friend who wrote my name on the little piece of paper… I think I’ll thank her again tonight too.”

He scoffed quietly, pressing his lips further against yours as his free hand wrapped around your waist. “I would have gone after you anyway, papercut. I knew when I first saw you that I wanted you… But we can thank her… After we get (Y/D/N) home and tucked in.”

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Ch. 19: Lack of Communication (Wayne Gala)

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The shrill ringing of her phone tugs Marinette from her sewing machine. Glancing at the caller ID, she grins widely.

“Hey Uncle Jagged.” She says, pushing her chair away from her desk. It’d been a couple weeks since she last heard from the man as his tour had really picked up at the end. It was practically back to back concerts, so that didn’t leave a lot of time for phone calls or face times.

“Little Rocker! Glad I caught you. I have an event next week and I was hoping I could drop by the bakery so you could fix a tear in one of my suits.” He says. Marinette winces. That’s what she was supposed to do. Tell Uncle Jagged about...well, everything.

“Yeah, about that…” She trails off, wishing she’d thought to tell him about the whole ‘adopted’ thing the last time she’d seen him in person. “I’m actually not in Paris right now. I’m in Gotham spending the summer with my birth father.” She says, deciding to just rip the bandaid off. There’s silence for a minute. Then two. She looks down at the phone, frowning. Did he hang up?

“You’re in Gotham?” He finally says.

“Yup.” She says, sighing. “I’m really sorry I won’t be able to fix your suit.”

“What, no, this is great! See the event is in Gotham! It’s just a bunch of rich people and- hold on. Penny!” He yells. She catches bits and pieces of their conversation, Penny agreeing wholeheartedly with whatever it is Jagged has suddenly decided. “I have a rocking idea.” He adds.

“Okay? I’m listening.” She says, glancing at the new dress she’d started that was pinned on her dress form. She was having trouble with the shape and was quickly getting frustrated with her struggles.

“You could come with! As MDC, of course. You could wear one of your designs and get known in Gotham. The event is supposed to be highly publicized. Penny thinks it’d be a good way to get known in the US. So, whatdya say?” Jagged asks, and Marinette can just tell that he’s grinning widely, can hear it in his voice. She thinks for a minute, glancing at the dress form with a new sense of determination.

“I’ll have to double check with my dad.” She says, trying to think if they had any plans for next week.

“Of course! Let me know soon, okay? Penny says she wants to start publicizing MDC’s appearance if you’re gonna come.” Jagged says. Marinette agrees before hanging up, thinking. Would her dad let her go alone? Or would he insist on coming with? She knew Gotham was dangerous, it’s why she hadn’t gone anywhere by herself despite being a hero herself. She didn’t want to risk her Miraculous falling into the wrong hands, even if the person didn’t realize what they had. Making up her mind, she sets off to find her dad and ask about the event. She still wasn’t quite sure what it was, just that there would be plenty of big names and plenty of journalists- the perfect opportunity to build up a clientele outside of France. Checking his study first, she’s unsurprised to see he’s not there. Knowing chances were good that he was in the cave, she pulls a domino mask out of her purse. Her dad had asked her a couple days ago to wear one in the cave just in case they had unexpected visitors. Kinda like how her and Chat Noir had shown up unexpectedly that one time. Complete accident. Changing the time on the clock, she presses the button that opens the entrance, sliding in and walking through the passage. Glancing into the cave, she grins when she sees her dad, in costume, sitting at the computer.

“Hey B!” She says, knowing not to call him Dad while he was in the cowl. Something about it making him seem less intimidating, or something.

“Ladybird.” He nods. She frowns, glancing at the computer screen and wincing when she sees Superman on screen.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were busy.” She apologizes, waving awkwardly at the man on the screen. He quirks an eyebrow.

“Hello. Ladybird, was it?” He asks and she nods.

“Er, yeah. Ladybird. Nice to meet you.” She says, rocking back and forth on her heels, eyes darting around the cave. Maybe she should just leave and ask later.

“Is everything alright?” Her dad asks, obviously confused at her presence in the cave. Not that she wasn’t allowed, she just didn’t spend a lot of time there.

“I was just wondering if I could go to an event next week with my Uncle.” She says, trying to stay vague. He’s silent for a moment before nodding.

“We can discuss details later, but that should be fine.” He says. Marinette grins, bouncing up and down in excitement.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She cheers, resisting the urge to hug him. “Bye Mr. Superman!” She adds, waving before running back through the passage to work on her dress some more. This was going to be amazing!

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Penny had picked Marinette up early the morning of the Gala. She still wasn’t sure what it was for, but that didn’t bother her. She was just excited that she had finally finished her newest dress in time for the Gala. Penny had insisted on her coming over early so that she could help Marinette do her hair and makeup, which she was thankful for. Selina apparently had something to do tonight and couldn’t help her, and she would’ve definitely been her first choice. Smiling down at her dress, Marinette looks at Penny with a grin.

“Could you take a picture for me without my face covering so I can show my parents later?” She asks. Penny nods, smiling back.

“That dress is amazing, Marinette. Truly one of your best designs.” She says. Marinette blushes at the compliment before smiling at the camera. She thanks Penny and takes her phone back, sending the picture to her Maman and Papa as well as her dad and Selina. She was extremely proud of the dress and wanted them to see her in it before she added her ‘disguise’ to protect her identity.

“Hey, Aunt Penny?” Marinette says, looking up at the woman. Penny hums, putting on lipstick. “What is the event for? All Jagged said was that it’s a Gala.” She says, Penny huffs.

“Of course that man didn’t give you any other information. Honestly, sometimes- you agreed without knowing what the event was?” She says, eyebrows raised. Marinette shrugs.

“Uncle Jagged said that it’d be fun. I trust him.” She says. Penny sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Remind me to read any contracts before you sign them, okay sweetie?” She says. Marinette nods and Penny smiles. “Good. Anyway, it’s a Wayne Gala. The family hosts several every year to help raise money for the Wayne foundation.” Penny says and Marinette freezes. Wayne Gala? As in, her father? Her family? Were they really having a Gala tonight without telling her? Or inviting her? Were they….were they embarrassed by her?

“Like, Bruce Wayne?” Marinette manages to ask, trying hard to ignore the way her heart breaks when Penny nods. That was why Selina couldn’t help her. She had to get ready for the Gala. And if she had to guess, the rest of her family was also going. What would they have done with her if she hadn’t had plans? Would they have told her then? Or would they have acted like nothing was happening. Where even was the Gala? Oh my god. It was at the Manor, wasn’t it. The thought strikes her and she winces, giving Penny a small, tense smile.

“Are you okay?” She asks, obviously concerned. Marinette nods sharply.

“Yes, one last question. Where is it?” She asks. Penny frowns, obviously not believing that Marinette was okay, but luckily not pushing it.

“Wayne Manor. The Galas are the only time the manor is opened to other celebrities. The family is usually very private.” Penny says. Marinette huffs out a puff of air, working hard to ignore the hurt in her chest. The feeling that she wasn’t enough. That they didn’t need her. Suddenly, she wasn’t excited anymore. She really wished she would have asked Jagged for more details last week, because now she was stuck going. And it was going to suck.

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Feeling confident in her design and disguise, Marinette walks through the wall of journalists with Penny and Jagged at her sides. She was working hard to push down the intrusive thoughts that were threatening to take over. Instead, she tried to focus on the questions being called out by the journalists.

“Jagged! Jagged Stone, is this really MDC?” One of them asks. Jagged immediately stopping and shooting the reporter a wide smile.

“Of course it is! She designed all three of these outfits.” He says, gesturing between the trio. “Isn’t she rocking!”

“MDC, why did you pick the Wayne gala to make your first public appearance?” Another journalist asks. Marinette turns to Penny, trusting her to answer the question. They’d agreed before leaving the car that it was best if Marinette didn’t speak directly to any journalists. It would make it easier for them to place her age and where she’s from, given her accent.

“She was in the area and Mr. Stone insisted his favorite designer needed a chance to flaunt her skills in America.” Penny says, flashing the journalist a wide smile before gently pushing Marinette along down the line of journalists. Marinette nods to the man who’d asked the question before following Jagged and Penny closely, her stomach churning as they walk up the front steps of the manor. Of the place she’d been living since summer started. Where apparently they didn’t care to tell her about one of the biggest family events of the year. No big deal. She thought they were accepting her, that they were all getting closer. But maybe not. Her dad not telling her didn’t hurt nearly as much as her brothers not telling her. That felt like a knife in her chest. Trying hard to move gracefully instead of tensely, she follows Jagged into the manor and into the ballroom. Her jaw clenches as she spots her family across the room.

“Mr. Stone, I’m Clark Kent. Nice to meet you.” A man with a notebook and camera says, walking over and extending a hand. Marinette narrows her eyes. She thought the journalists were supposed to stay outside. And this man looked oddly familiar….

“Rocking meeting you man! You a journalist?” He asks, his calculating look hidden by a wide grin. Mr. Kent chuckles.

“Yes, sorry for being so forward. Mr. Wayne and I are friends, so he lets my wife and I have an exclusive pass to come inside the Galas.” He says, glancing at Marinette over his glasses. She watches as his eyes widen slightly before he schools his features back into a neutral expression.

“That’s pretty rock n roll of him!” Jagged says, clapping Mr. Kent on the shoulder.

“It is. Pardon me, but are you MDC?” He asks, turning to look at Marinette once again. She glances at Penny, shaking her head to let her know that she’ll speak for herself for this one. As upset as she was with her dad, he obviously trusted this man. So she would as well.

“I am. Pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Kent.” She says, extending her hand. He smiles, shaking her hand.

“And you, ma’am. I must say, I was not expecting to see you here. I was under the impression that in person events weren’t your forte.” He says, clearly fishing for something. She knew how journalists worked, she’d seen Alya at work enough times to understand that the man in front of her was looking for a story. One she wouldn’t be giving, no matter how much her father trusted the man.

“I like to occasionally surprise people.” She says, waving her hand in a noncommittal way. “Keep them on their toes.”

“I can respect that. Well, I’ll let you all get back to your evening. Nice to meet you all.” He says. She nods back at him, not missing the way he immediately darts off to her dad. She watches as the two start talking, a surprised look on her dad’s face before he turns and sees her. She knows he recognizes the dress. Knows that he knows as well who is underneath the veil. She turns, deciding to ignore him. He didn’t want her here, fine. She’d make sure she stayed out of his way.

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Clark Kent was confused. He’d known that Bruce must have another kid, adopted in some way. He didn’t just work with random vigilantes, especially not in his city. So knowing that Gotham had a new vigilante named Ladybird, he put two and two together. Didn’t take the world’s greatest detective. But what was confusing was the fact that no new faces showed up with the Waynes as they walked into the ballroom for the Gala. Making a note to ask him about it later, Clark makes his way around the room, talking to familiar faces and names, writing things down that would help the story he was being forced to write on the Gala. These events were not his favorite to cover, hardly anything ever happened. Until he heard the commotion outside, other journalists calling out to MDC. He blinks in surprise. MDC had never made a public appearance before. This was an odd one to choose. Preparing himself to confront the designer, he’s surprised as she walks in behind Jagged Stone. He’s even more surprised when he realizes she had to be a teenager. He chats with the girl and Jagged, glancing down at her over the top of his glasses, shock immediately flooding him. The girl had injuries. Hundreds of them. Bones fused back together haphazardly. Quickly excusing himself, he rushes over to Bruce.

“Do you know who MDC is? Because that girl is definitely younger than Tim. And she has hundreds of injuries, Bruce. Hundreds.” He says quietly, watching as Bruce turns and glances at the girl, his eyes widening slightly.

“Shit.” He mutters.

“What?” Clark asks, trying to figure out if he should also be concerned. Bruce smiles, but it's tense.

“That is my daughter.” He says. Clark blinks.

“That’s the new one? Why didn’t she show up with the rest of the family?” He asks.

“I knew she had plans for tonight, so I didn’t tell her about the Gala. I was going to warn her about it, if she didn’t have plans. So she knew to stay in her room.” Bruce explains. Clark frowns.

“You were going to keep her locked up?” He asks incredulously. Not even the least social Wayne was kept locked away for the Galas.

“Of course not. It’s just- she hasn’t said she wants to be announced yet. She hasn’t even said anything about being MDC because she hates the spotlight. I couldn’t just throw her to the sharks. I’m just trying to do what’s best for her.” Bruce says, standing up straighter. Clark sighs.

“Did you actually talk to her about it? Or did you just assume?” He asks, Bruce huffs.

“I think I know my daughter a little more than you do, Kent.” He says.

“Really? Because from here it sounds like she’s about two breaths away from a panic attack. And Penny Rolling keeps reassuring her that they don’t have to stay long. Oh- and now she’s apologizing for not telling her it was a Wayne Gala until today, but she’s also clearly confused as to why it’s upsetting her. And now-”

“Okay, I get it.” Bruce snaps, cutting him off. Clark raises an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure what happened, but you should fix this.” He says with a pointed look before walking away. God knows the Bats all need a push in the right direction every now and again.

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Jason frowns as he looks around the room for Marinette. He knew that she hadn’t come with the family, B hadn’t explained that one. But he had heard that MDC was there. And he wanted to talk to her, make sure she was doing okay. These things were annoying as hell and he knew he wouldn’t get through it if he didn’t have his brothers (even if they were little shits). He finally spots her near a wall, clearly trying to disappear. He grins widely, walking over and grinning at her.

“Well, MDC, fancy seeing you here.” He teases with a wink. He watches her for some kind of reaction, frowning when he doesn’t get one. “Pix?” He says, softer this time as he looks at his baby sister.

“Oh, that’s right, I wasn’t supposed to be here, was I? Well, sorry to disappoint.” She snaps bitterly. Jason flinches back, surprised at her tone.

“What’re you talking about?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed. Why did she sound so hurt? Why did she think they didn’t want her there?

“Clearly I’m not as much of the family as I thought I was.” She hisses under her breath. He starts to deny that, but she cuts him off with a humorless laugh. “Bruce didn’t even tell me that there was a Gala. None of you did either. A Wayne family Gala and I wasn’t told. I should’ve known better.” She says, turning to walk away. He grabs her wrist gently, stopping her.

“I promise you, we want you here. Dick, Damian, Tim, me- we all want you here. I can’t speak for B, I’ll definitely be having words with the son of a bitch later, but we want you here.” He says, frowning as he listens to her sniffle under her veil. “Pixie, we thought you knew. He told us you weren’t ready to come to this. I swear to you, we would have told you if we knew. I swear.” He adds. His heart breaks as he hears a hiccupped sob break free from her. He wants nothing more than to wrap his baby sister in a hug, but he knows he can’t. Media’d have a field day.

“Really?” She asks in a small voice. Jason nods.

“Hell yeah Pix. Tell ya what, I’m gonna go get the others and then we’re all gonna sneak out. Take one of the old man’s cars and get some garbage fast food. Who needs this lameass party anyway.” He says, hoping she’ll agree. He’ll let himself be mad at Bruce later. And boy was he gonna be mad. The old man had really fucked up this time. It was one thing to ask Mari to not go to the Gala, or to think she wasn’t ready for it. It was a completely other thing to not even give her the chance to decide, or tell her at all. Cause now she was hurt and thinking everyone hated her. Well, he wasn’t gonna let that happen. Not on his watch.

“Lemme just go tell Jagged and Penny real quick.” She agrees, scurrying off. The second she walks away Jason lets his smile drop into a scowl. That son of a bitch. Storming over to his brothers, he tugs them over to the wall. Better not to let B get word of where they’re going.

“What is the meaning of this?” Damian asks with a scowl.

“Pixie’s gonna tell her Aunt and Uncle that she’s leaving and then we’re stealing one of B’s cars to go to McDonalds.” He says simply. Tim frowns.

“And we’re doing this because?” He prompts.

“Because B apparently didn’t tell the kid about the Gala. And she assumed we knew, and that we all hate her.” Jason explains with a frown.

“Father said she didn’t want to attend.” Damian says, and Jason huffs.

“Yeah, well apparently he lied. She had no clue that the event she was going to as MDC was a Wayne Gala.” He says.

“I’ll go get the car and pull it up front.” Dick says, a determined look on his face. Sometimes his ‘we’re a family and we stick together’ shit annoyed the hell outta Jason, but he was thankful for it today.

“I’m gonna go grab Selina’s coat for her to put on. I saw her dress, and if any MDC fan sees her leaving with us it’s gonna start a media circus.” Tim says, walking away to the coat room. Jason sighs, watching Marinette from across the room. A cleared throat beside him tugs his attention back to his youngest brother.

“What?” He asks, pushing his frustration down. He’d go shoot something later, but right now he was determined to not take his frustration at Bruce out on his siblings.

“Why would Father intentionally keep her from the Gala? She is far more adept at social interaction than I am.” Damian says with a frown. Jason sighs, shrugging.

“No clue. But I’m not about to let her push herself away from the rest of us just because B fucked up.” He says, watching as she walks over to the wall, almost disappearing in the shadows. He nods towards her, making sure Damian follows. The second Tim has Selina’s coat, their small group is off, sneaking out one of the side doors and walking past the journalists, sprinting to Dick and the waiting car. They all jump in and she tears the veil off her face, making Jason wince slightly at her red, puffy eyes. Dick slams on the gas, eliciting a curse from Jason and a squeal of surprise from Marinette.

“So! We broke out of that stuffy party. Where are we headed?” Dick asks, glancing in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with Jason. Jason grins.

“We go get a shit ton of junk food from McDonalds and eat it in the car. Give it the old, fast food smell that B loves oh so much.” He says. Marinette snorts, and Jason grins at her. He’d give B hell later, but for now, he was going to enjoy spending time with his siblings.

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Bruce frowns as he glances around the Gala, not seeing his daughter. Or any of his other children. He made a mental note to talk to them later. Perhaps keeping the Gala from Marinette wasn’t his best decision.

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pineapple-hoseok · 3 years

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Coming Home

Pairing: Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!taehyung

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Taehyung comes back home from being on tour to find you asleep with his hoodie in your arms.

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Your eyes danced along the screen as they followed the boy on the video’s every movement. Every step he took, every move he made, it all entranced you so much that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. There was a loving smile on your face that only grew with every melodic word your boyfriend sang. Sometimes, whenever he looked directly at the camera, you felt that he was looking at you and singing those sweet words to you. And all of it only made you miss him more.

Ever since your boyfriend Taehyung left with his group for their international tour, you’ve been feeling really lonely. On days he didn’t have practice, he would always sleep over at your apartment and spend as much time with you as he could. When he did have practice, he’d go straight to your place after, no matter how exhausted he was. You loved his company more than anything, and now that he was gone, you had to settle for watching him dance and sing on your laptop screen. You mentally thanked everyone who uploaded fancams of him.

Of course, you and Taehyung facetimed almost daily. He always called you before you went to sleep, and the two of you would talk about each other’s day. You knew it wasn’t the same as being with him, but you still loved hearing his voice before you slept. The only thing you were looking forward to was seeing him again, and when you did, you were never going to let go.

So as you watched a fancam of him at one of his most recent concerts in America, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You just wished he were here right now, holding you close as you fall asleep in his arms. A few tears escaped past your eyelids before you could try to push them down, a sob following soon after.

The sound of your phone buzzing broke you out of your thoughts, your hands reaching up to wipe your tears as you looked down at the caller ID. Taehyung was facetiming you. You quickly cleared your throat and wiped whatever remaining tears you had before answering the call.

“Hey, beautiful,” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed through the speakers of your phone, finally being able to see the boxy smile you missed so much as his face came into view.

“Hey Tae,” As soon as you spoke, the boxy smile that was once on his face turned down into a frown while he moved his eye closer to the camera on his phone. Once he heard the lack of enthusiasm and the slight crack in your voice, he knew you’d been crying before he called you.

“What’s wrong?” You could never hide your emotions from him, he always knew when you were upset. But that’s what you loved about him, that as soon as he picked up on your change in emotion, his first instinct was to comfort you.

You shrugged, putting on your best smile for him. The last thing you wanted was to make Taehyung worry while he was on tour. “I’m okay Tae, I just miss you.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened. Although he loved performing for his fans, all he wanted to do right now was cuddle up in bed with you. He couldn’t wait to be back in your arms after being away from you for so long. But that’s what kept him going while on stage, the thought of each passing day being one day closer to coming home to you.

“I miss you too, baby. I promise I’ll be home soon.” But what you didn’t know was that soon would be sooner than you thought. Anyway, his voice and his words soothed you enough to stop you from crying any further. You simply reminded yourself that Taehyung would be coming home soon, and that you two would finally be together before you knew it.

You spent another half hour talking to him about the concert he had that day, and you told him about the recent k-drama you started watching. He promised you that when he got home, he’d watch it with you. But of course, you wouldn’t believe his words until he pinky promised you.

After the call ended, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d been fighting sleep in order to have the chance to talk to Taehyung today, and now that you did, you could finally go to sleep peacefully. You reached over to grab the hoodie Taehyung gave you that was laying on your desk chair, hugging it to your chest as you tucked yourself under your covers. Soon, you fell asleep breathing in Taehyung’s scent.

Meanwhile, Taehyung, who was exhausted and excited at the same time, thanked his driver as the car pulled up in front of the familiar building. He had asked his driver to take him to your apartment an hour after he and the boys got back to the dorm, which was where he called you from. But you didn’t know he was back a week early from touring, and he wanted to keep it that way so he could surprise you.

The boy made his way into your building, stopping to briefly say hi to the doorman, who was already used to Taehyung just walking into the building. He knew that whenever the idol was here, he was there to see you, so he just let him up without hesitation. Taehyung was thankful for that.

The elevator took a good ten seconds to take him up to your floor, and he was standing in front of your door in no time. Putting in the door code you entrusted him with, he walked in expecting to see you sitting on the couch watching your k-drama, but all he saw was all of the lights turned off. Taehyung thought quickly and used his phone’s flashlight to find his way up to your room, which was only illuminated by the light shining from your bedside lamp. Then he saw you, and his heart immediately swelled. Light snores filled the room as you slept, your arms hugging the hoodie he gave you.

As quietly as he could, he walked into the room and towards the bed. He tried his best not to move you as he climbed into bed with you, making sure to take a picture of you sleeping with his hoodie before he did so. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist while leaning over to look at you, his head dipping down to press his lips onto your cheek. But this action caused you to wake up from your sleep, confused as to who was kissing you while you were sleeping.

Taehyung looked down at you with loving eyes as he watched you wake up fully, your eyes widening when you turned your body to see your boyfriend in person.

“Tae,” You breathed out, your body losing its tiredness once you laid eyes on the person you’d been missing the most. He smiled widely when you turned around to face him completely, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug.

His deep chuckle filled your ears, the sound being so much more different in person than from your laptop’s speakers. You couldn’t believe he was here right now, when you thought he was overseas for the next week.

“I missed you too, baby.” The two of you hugged the other close, your arms holding onto him tightly as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

“Is this real? Are you really you?” You couldn’t help but think this was all just a dream, some imagined reality stemming from your longing to see your boyfriend again. But the feeling of his hands slowly stroking your back confirmed that this was, in fact, real.

“Yes, love. I’m really here.” Taehyung thought the way you clung onto him was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. The hug lasted another moment before you pulled away enough to look at his face, your hands reaching up to rest on his cheeks.

You took a moment to study his features, your thumb lightly brushing over his one double eyelid, the mole under his right eye, the one on his nose, all the way down to his bottom lip. One thing you absolutely adored about him was his uneven eyelids, his left one being a double eyelid while his right one was monolid. Taehyung felt insecure about it sometimes, complaining to you how he thought it was weird that his eyes weren’t symmetrical. But you reassured him that it was your favorite part about him, along with the boxy smile you loved so much. He was so beautiful to you.

Taehyung was lost in your eyes as he felt your touch along his face, highlighting all of your favorite features on him. With every touch, his body filled with this intense feeling of euphoria, one he always felt when the two of you were having intimate moments like this. He was so in love with you that it hurt.

The ends of your lips turned up into a soft smile, your eyes meeting his dark ones. Your foreheads rested against each other for a single moment before your lips finally met. The kiss was slow, but filled with so much longing, so much passion, so much love. Through that kiss, you could feel all of the love he had for you, and how much he missed you while he was away. He could taste your dried tears on the corners of your mouth, his heart hurting while knowing that you were crying because he wasn’t there to be with you. But he made it up to you with this moment, this single kiss. With this kiss, he promised you that he would never leave you again.

With this kiss, you both knew that you were each other’s everything.

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thesingingrevolution · 2 years

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today has not been daebak 🤙🏻

*rant*

ok so for a while now ive been trying to convince myself that id be fine not going to the bts concert today/this week (whatever), but today im realize that is definitely not the case lmao

ive been so busy this semester and tbh since i only became an army this year i only had a few weeks to truly be able to enjoy them without the crushing pressure from school and college apps.

literally the week butter dropped was the week i had almost all my ap exams. the best bangtan experience ive had was definitely when ptd was released cause i liked them enough to be seriously invested and i also had a few weeks left of vacation so i could afford to cry over the sope scene on twitter and on tiktok until 4am.

when the news dropped about the ptd on stage concerts i was quite surprised tbh, i didnt expect them to have a concert so soon (in relationship to the announcement date and just a short while after surely canceling their postponed 2020 tour) and in california of all places. but cool, genuinely happy for them

i followed the bloodbath that was ticket sales and was like "ooooh i cant put myself through that now, look at the stress im under already" and im probably not even gonna be in country then. well. its november 27th, Year of Our Lord two thousand twenty one and im sitting in nyc working on college essays i should have finished by tuesday. isnt that nice. i could have just tried hard to get tickets, finished my work early, enjoyed my thanksgiving, flown to california, seen bts, sent in my applications, finish the school year stress free, see my friend's show, spend Christmas happily and have a good time with my family cause its technically the last holiday season ill have living with them. like yea im getting ahead of myself, but thats what i feel will happen. im so unmotivated in general but especially after sending in my early college apps, i honestly think i have a good shot at most schools ive already applied to but gg. this sucks. i wish i could manage my time better. this rant went off track ugh.

the thing is, technically ive "seen" bts (someday i might talk about what i mean) but i would do anything to see them now and i feel bad cause realistically i could have gone to these concerts and its my own stupidity and disorganization that have made me upset. i feel so bad and im crying over yoongi for days now cause i have serious issues i should work on too. im literally an adult and so embarrasing. im lost, lonely, overworked and at my breaking point™️. i cant stop procrastinating even with my mom on my case. imagine when im at college and all alone? its gonna be a disaster. im genuinely concerned for myself. i love my mom but im just realizing one of the reasons i also cant see bangtan is cause im too much of a baby i am and i cant just tell her im a fan of them and have been for several months now. just cause fear of judgement or whatever. im so sick of myself. my brother makes out with his gf in our living room and i cant tell my own mom i like a boyband. wth is wrong with me.

my plan of action now is to get into college cause ive worked so hard for it, get my life together, work out my personal issues, go to a spa cause im losing my mind and need a break, tell my mom i love bts and wanna marry yoongi (my therapist knows we are working on getting over this together), use my new bank account (since im an adult *cries*) to pay for expensive tickets and go broke but at least feel happy doing it. and probably have to pay for my cousin to come with since she 1) loves concerts, 2) loves taehyung even though she knows 3 bts songs, 3) invited and PAID!!!! for me to go to harry styles with her. and i would love to have here there. like even if i told my parents its weird like my dad probably wouldnt approve of their fashion choices alone HAHSHSHSH and it would bee uncomfortable explaining some of their dance moves ~-~

but anyway. i hope to eat soon i havent eaten in eight hours. i hope to finish my essays for at least one college tonight. i hope all armys going to see bts today/this week have a gr8 time pls post pics on twitter. i feel dumb as heck for writing this instead of my essays but it feels good. im praying to get into college. stay safe and healthy, invisible audience. bless up

#the feminine urge to capitalize the is #after so much formal writing it's second nature hhahahaha #BTS - UGH!#im so tired #at this point im not gonna celebrate getting into college im gonna celebrate being done with work #also my fear of judgement is not unfounded #ive been judged so much for my interests before #one of the reasons this blog is kind of a safe haven #rant #i finished writing this at 21:12 #if you know me. no u dont #sad girl hours #everybody say no

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costellos · 4 years

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tell me who you’d take on a date and where you would go! — CLOSED

@thisbloghasnoaesthetic asked: Id love to take Jotaro on a date. Just something chill. Like getting some good food. Or just sitting together doing nothing. I'd love to just read a book with my head on his shoulder. Just enjoying eachothers quiet comfort :)

omg that sounds like a great date for Jotaro! he definitely seems like the type to want a chill date. he’d probably opt for something that offers takeout if you’re referencing Part 3!Joot, somewhere a little nicer but just as casual if you’re referencing Part 4!Joot. and while you’re reading, you might just catch a teeny, tiny smile on his lips. but don’t say anything or you’ll ruin the moment 🤭💕

anonymous asked: i would wanna take kakyoin out to an indoor roller rink so we could rollerskate together 🥺 it’s one of the things i like to do most and i’d wanna skate around w him while holding hands! also cause he’s tall, i feel like it’d be hard for him to keep balance and prevent himself from falling lolll. but we could go out to an ice cream place nearby afterwards and watch the sun set (if the time is right) 💗

how cute!! sharing something you love with the one you love most... I dig it. Kakyoin would be soooo embarrassed, though! he just wants to impress you but his center of gravity is absolutely awful. rip. at the end of the day, however, he’d be so appreciative that you shared something so personal with him. ❤️ let him pay for the ice cream, it’s the least he can do!! and maybe hold your hand while you watch the sunset 🌅

@lavaicerinkk asked: I would ask mista, probably to like a concert or something like that. We'd probably go as homies, then when we get home id be like "what if we kissed haha" and hed be like 😳😳 ok, and then we live happily ever after

LMAAAAOOOOO. I feel like this is v in character for Mista.... he’d be caught so off guard by it! esp since he probably would’ve accepted that you were just friends. not that he’d say no, tho 👀 he’d just be like, “wait, for real?” and waste no time kissing you after you gave him permission. what a happy ending. 💕

@murcx04 asked: Take someone on a date huh hmmmmm- Josuke is my bet HAHA Hed be so refreshing to be with óuò. And we'd go shopping kfbfjfn And that where- he'll just show his pleading eyes and want you to buy the shoes he wants oh boy-

I agree, he would be a very refreshing plus one! I think a shopping date would be v traditional with him. I’m imagining you both at the mall, where he cackles at all the weird sex stuff at Spencer’s and shares his food court soft pretzel with you. 🥨 he probably wouldn’t explicitly say that he wants new shoes, but he’d nudge you and be like, “hey. if you wanna know what to get me for my birthday...” and point to the Air Force 1′s on display. so subtle. 🙄

anonymous asked: tbh i think i'd like to take kira out to dinner and go on a walk. i know its a simple date but i think he's really neat and i don't really like big or flashy events and i don't think he would either kjfnksnjks. its just sumn that would suit both of us nice

ooo interesting choice, nonnie! I 100% agree with you on this one. Kira would probably take you to one of those restaurants that have private rooms. I think some ritzier places are like that? anyway, he’d want to focus this date all on you. no mindless chatter from other patrons, no screaming children — the more noise he can minimize, the better. and during your walk, I can see him allowing you to take the reins on the conversation. he just finds everything you say so fascinating! 🌷💗

@catnymous asked: I'd take Fugo first to just a simple lil cafe then to the park :3

Cat!! I missed you!! you should come into the askbox more often, I always enjoy your replies. in the meantime, Fugo probably overthinks a lot so this date would be casual enough for him to relax. he would probably opt for some coffee and a slice of cake that he can share with you 🍰❤️ and a stroll through the park would be the perfect way to walk off the calories! (plus when you get to a fountain he’ll probably make some corny wish about getting to spend more days with you like this a;sdfkjl)

anonymous asked: Idk if you’re familiar with part 7... but I would bring Johnny to the planetarium; it’s a place that I love, and bringing him to a place special to me would mean a lot, I think. I’d tell him all of my favorite things about space. And, it’s a little mushy, but I’d remind him that just because you can’t always see the stars doesn’t mean they’re not there; every one is special and the same is for people. And of course, it would be a fun day out to appreciate the beautiful things in the world

unfortunately, I’m not familiar with Part 7... :( but thank you so much for sharing nonetheless! this is such a heart-warming confession 💕 I wish there was more I could say; I love that you’d share all your favorite things about space, and how everything and everyone is special. 💫 such a beautiful confession.

@serenityblaze44 asked: I would take Bruno and/or Abbacchio to a conservatory or garden, maybe bring a picnic. Nothing too exciting, just time to relax and spend time together. Then go home for cuddles.

por que no los dos? ahaha nah I’m joking... unless 👀 no but for real, this sounds ideal for both of them! ❤️ they would both appreciate the time to unwind. I could see Abbacchio prepping all the food, while Bucciarati handles everything else (packing the blanket, utensils, alcohol, etc.). they’d probably opt for somewhere outside of Naples since it’s far too crowded in the city. afterwards, be prepared for a gr8 nap between two warm, loving boys!!

anonymous asked: I'd take Kakyoin on a date! I think it would be really fun to go somewhere like an amusement park or arcade so we could just kinda be stupid together and forget our problems. Id go on the Ferris wheel and try to kiss him at the top but he'd probably shake the cart the whole time to freak me out 😂😂 After everything he's gone through, he deserves to have a lot of fun and id love to see him smile 🥰😍

aw friend, this is such a sweet scenario! hopefully the Ferris wheel doesn’t give him too many bad memories of Death Thirteen though ope,, anyway, what a lovely way to forget about all the stuff he’s endured! he’d playfully challenge you to some arcade games (and I’m using “playfully” lightly here) and then destroy you. 🙄 but it’s okay, any tickets he gets will immediately go to a cute stuffed animal just for you 🧸

@hadesaedes asked: OOOH I’d have to go with either Yukako or Koichi (even tho i have like TWO hands either is fine). Yukako is a very passionate and strong lover which I LOVE cause im shy with affection so being bold with it is MWUAH. While Koichi is also passionate I like to think he enjoys more simple and low key dates which is my type of thing. Having to just bask in each other’s company without having to fill the silence is GREAT. THEY ARE BOTH GREAT!!! In this essay I will-

AHHH A+ CHOICES, FRIEND. Yukako and Koichi would spoil you so much!! they’d handle any date expenses (movie tickets, food, etc.) and would adore having any opportunity to hold your hand 😊 Yukako would probably be more physically affectionate; she’ll either have her hand on top of yours or her feet wrapped between yours when sitting. Koichi would opt for compliments, praising you on how cool and smart you are! wow, what a supportive pair 🤝

anonymous asked: It's very hard to choose, but I'd go on a date with Bruno. Idk I'm just very gay for him. He knows a lot of nice and fancy places in Naples, but since that's not really my world, I'd take him to a small coffee shop or something. Nothing fancy or expensive but still very enjoyable. Maybe some ice cream. Walking through the city and going to a restaurant in the evening. Maybe something fancy this time, or just a simple pizza

how lovely!! Bucciarati would honestly be open to try anything, but I think a small coffee shop would be v enjoyable for him. there’s so much you can learn about someone over a cup of joe. ☕ since he’s been living in / around Naples his whole life, he’d probably share some neat facts about the city while on your stroll! “the Amalfi Coast is best known for its limoncello liqueur. I know a great place to try it if you’re interested.” 🍋

@moloko-tyan asked: Hello, little bird💫sending you rays of love and positive energy! This new event is so much fun. Several hours I wondered with who I wanted to go out, ahah. And I think it would be Erina. She deserves to have fun especially after all those awful events in her life. We would go to atelier. We could go through fabrics to choose which fits the best. We would look at lovely laces, buttons, jewels and we would argue about models of dresses and evening gowns. I want her to feel safe🌻 thank u so much!

friend! I always get so excited when you pop into my askbox!! ty for participating 💕 Erina is such a great choice imo. and this is such a creative date! she’d have so much fun running her fingers over all the interesting fabrics. Erina would take the most beautiful dresses and hold them up against you, saying how lovely the color suits you. 👗 although she’d be too shy to try those dresses on herself, she would have so much fun spending the day with you!!

anonymous asked: I hope it's okay to send this (I honestly don't want you to get overwhelmed)! But if it's okay: I would love to take Fugo on a date! I love this boy with all my heart and I would love to travel with him to my country to a town next to the sea and give him a tour of its history (and visit the local art and history museums there)! And later grab some ice cream and walk along the seafront in the evening where there are less people and just enjoy the walk together as the sun sets. -Turtle Anon🐢

oooohh, Turtle Anon!! thank you for your concern. you’re all good, don’t worry! anywho, that’s a wonderful date for Fugo. he would have an absolute blast reading about all the art and history your country has to offer 🏛️ you might have to push him along though, he’s the type to absorb everything n really slow down when reading... but at the end of the day, as you’re walking along the beach, he’d thank you for sharing a part of yourself with him. he’d be so honored! ☀️

anonymous asked: tbh i'd love to take narancia on a super spontaneous date... only the date and time are set, the entire day is just going around town and doing whatever stupid fun random things,, eating street food and going into shops to try on random fits and running around laughing, mayhaps go to an arcade, or do some karaoke. and then wind down at like a mcdonalds late at night, tired but happy and satisfied.. hhh nara is v fun i just wanna hang out w him honestly 🤕😔🤕😔

yeeeess this is the perfect date for Narancia!! he loves spontaneous stuff like this. he’d have so much fun gorging himself on street food and playing around with weird fits. he’d probably put on the stupidest things he can find, like this. and if you go to karaoke, be ready to screech some absolute bangers. he will not take anything less than confident (yet bad), loud (yet joyous) singing. 🎤 n while he might be falling nodding off at the McDonald’s, he’d sleepily tell you how amazing the day was and how he wants to do this again 💕

@tomomi012 asked: I'm going to share another ideal date idea, but with Kakyoin. I'd like us to go to one of those cat cafes in Japan. I mean, cats, coffee and a cute Japanese boy, is this heaven? and I would tell him: "Nori, today I am in heaven"

ofc, share all you want! omg... I love this idea..... Kakyoin would be so soft anytime a cat approaches him. he’d do a little “pspsps” and hold out his finger for them to smell. and once a cat actually nudges him, he’d just melt! he wouldn’t show it outwardly, but you can see it in how bright his eyes get. I think Kakyoin would be the type to either attract a ton of cats or cats hate him, there’s no in between. 😭❤️ both make for some gr8 scenarios, though!

@pommmejuice asked: for your post about taking a character on a date :,) i think i’d like to take abba to art museums/cultural centers ,, i’d love to talk to him about my culture and what life is like (if he’d be interested;; lol) n maybe afterwards while we get italian food he can talk to me about what italian culture is like, the parts that aren’t shown in the media 🥺 so uh a date where we’re both learning new things about each other hehe

n maybeeeee take fugo to a café where we can study together n talk about our favorite things in our lives/culture.... n maybe hold hands on the table and maybe stare into his eyes tenderly ... you know because he’s my BFF (Best Friend Forever) .. you know how best friends do.. 😳

ooo Ireeene I figured you’d say Abbacchio :3c but that’s such a cute date for him! ofc he’d be interested in learning more about you!! you wouldn’t see it, but every time you share something you that you love about your culture, Abbacchio’s gaze on you would be so loving... 💖 he adores that you’re sharing so personal with him (of all people!!). and he’d get a kick out of telling you misconceptions about Italy. don’t get him started on how much he hates the Mario Bros.

as for Fugo, he would react similarly. I could see him ask more questions about your culture, while Abbacchio lets you go on and on. he’s so interested in everything about you!! and the moment you hold his hand... wow... get ready to see some intense blushing... he wouldn’t pull away, but his attention would turn to something else and his stutter would be apparent. pull yourself together, Fugo! 😤

anonymous asked: I'd take Rohan on a date, I'm a lil gay for that trash man. Tbh, it would either be an amazing date or a total disaster. I think we'd plan something fun and relaxing, like going to an art gallery or seeing a movie, but we'd end up in an adventure because that's what keeps happening to Rohan for some reason. At the end of the day we'd go to a restaurant to put a normal ending to that strange day

HAHAHA omggg friend this is a pretty accurate description of Rohan’s life. I think he’d be really annoyed that the day ended up this way, but he’s glad that he got to spend it with someone he tolerates. 💕 Rohan would try to push past those feelings once you go to the restaurant. this date is still salvageable!! he might complain a lil, but ultimately, he’d try to focus on you and what you enjoyed 🥰

@xxbluejayxx asked: For the Jojo date thing, I'd take Abbacchio. Well not really picky about the kind of date, I feel a nice quiet one at home would be best. It could be a homemade dinner, a movie night, or both. When it comes down to it, for me anytime spent with someone I love is time well spent, and that is something I will willingly admit

this is such a peaceful date for Abbacchio! I agree, a quiet date at home would be best. 😊❤️ as I mentioned in other scenarios, he’d likely take over kitchen duties. no need to worry about anything, just tell him what you want and he’d whip it up for you! and when it comes time to watch the movie, he’d tell you to sit a lil closer to him... he’s not very good with verbalizing affection, but he loves when he can feel your skin against his.

anonymous asked: I reeally wanna take Polnareff on a date. He deserves it sooo much. He's such a handsome sweetie. Id turn on the charm for him for once, like he always does. I have a beautiful image in my head of an outdoor patio restaurant with hundreds of strings of lights. We both dress up and have a lovely meal under the stars and magical lights, and then our favorite song plays and we have a dance beneath the lights. I think it would be goofy and romantic, stepping on toes as we attempt to dance around 😍

ahhh Polnareff would be so flattered to have you flirt with him! he’d probably get a lil flustered since this is nicer than what he’s used to, but seeing you dressed to the nines would make make him go 🥵 likewise, he’d push himself through the situation by just focusing on you. and when you start dancing... wow!! he’d lose himself laughing and being absolutely miserable at showing his moves. but it doesn’t matter, because he’s here with you and everything is okay ⭐

@rat-makes-stuff asked: Ok so I would take Giorno back to my home state of Michigan. Mafia boss has got to be tired as hell, so what's better than walking through the woods and collecting rocks at Lake Huron (I'm biased that's my favorite lake no CAP). We would watch the sun set and then look at the stars when they come out. Wildflower picking, trying to see how many deer we can find, and picnics by the lake? Yes pleaseee

before I start, Tumblr wasn’t letting me tag you in this!! so I hope you still see my response :( anyway, this is such a relaxing date! Don Giorno would love to unwind in nature. he’d probably take some stones he found near Lake Huron and turn them into a bouquet of flowers for you! 💐and since he’s probably never seen the sky without light pollution, he’d be astonished at how beautiful the sky is. he wouldn’t be able to say anything, just pull you close to him and thank you for taking him out here 🌠

#rat-makes-stuff #xxbluejayxx #pommmejuice #tomomi012 #moloko-tyan #hadesaedes #serenityblaze44 #catnymous #thisbloghasnoaesthetic #lavaicerinkk #murcx04 #toya slides u a note #ask game response #Rat I'm going to fight you about Lake Huron #Lake Michigan gang wya

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mhdiaries · 4 years

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New Scaremester Invisi Billy Diary

8.1

I am not a ghost, or a spirit, or a phantom. I am invisible. I was at the die-ner today with Scarah just hanging out, having a piece of pie, when Nefera accidentally locked her keys in the car. Nefera came inside, marched over to our booth and asked me to stick my arm through the window of her car and hit the unlock button. I told her I would be happy to if she would just roll it down so I wouldn’t hurt my hand. Then she totally yelled at me and pulled the “Do you know who I am?” card. I tried to be calm and tell her that I wasn’t a ghost and I couldn’t help her the way she needed me to, but that I would be happy to call a tow truck for her, which only made her angrier, “I’m going to have my father buy this place and you’ll never be allowed to eat here again!” Some days it seems like I just can’t be invisible enough.

8.3

I got to go to the set with dad today. He’s been working on this big action film that’s all about who will be the next king to sit on this throne made of bones. There are lots of frights in shining armor and castles and battles and stuff. It’s pretty clawsome! Today he was doing a special effect for his big scene where one of the heroes throws a dagger and cuts a rope that drops a drawbridge so the good frights can come in and save the day. The director is totally old ghoul, though, and doesn’t want to turn the dagger into a digital effect. So my dad basically “flies” it to the target. I’ve watched him do things like this since I was little, and I still think it’s scary cool. It’s what I want to do, too, when I’m finished with school. I think dad is okay with me disappearing in his footsteps, but he’s pretty hardcore that I concentrate on school first. I can see his point of view, so I’ve taken what I’ve learned from him and I try to use it in our MH stage productions. Mr. Where has been pretty creeperific about choosing productions that have special effects so I can use my skills.

8.5

Since I’ve unlived here my entire life, and I’ve gone through both the elementary and middle schools before starting at MH, I’m pretty familiar with the school and all the teachers; because I am so familiar, Headmistress Bloodgood asked me to be a student ambassador. It’s fun to meet the new ghouls and guys and help show them around so they don’t feel so lost on the first day. Today, as I was waiting for my first group to show up, three upcoming student bodies walked walked by playing the “super powers” game. It’s the game where you get to choose one and only one super power from the list of super speed, super strength, flight or invisibility. Once you chose your power you have to tell why you picked it and what you would do with that power if you had it. I always wanted to replace invisibility with invulnerability, buy you don’t just go changing rules on a classic because you don’t like them. Anyway, I usually picked super speed ‘cause I thought it would be creepy cool to get all my chores and homework done in under a minute, which would leave 23:59 in a day to do whatever I wanted. I definitely have never thought that invisibility was a super power unless being ignored, forgotten, knocked down and accidentally sat on would qualify. Some of the guys use to say, “Dude! Invisibility must be the bomb - you can sneak into movies and concerts, listen in on the ghoul’s conversations, leave class early or whatever you wanted.” All that’s true, but then I’d be a super villain, and I always wanted to be one of the good guys.

8.9

Met Twyla at MH to find out which new students we would be the ambassador/tour guides for. I didn’t recognize the monsters Twyla was guiding, but I heard they were an unusual group of creatures that were transferring in from another school. I ended up being the ambassador/tour guide for Gigi and Catt, and I was really nervous only because Gigi was once a powerful genie that could grant any wish and Catty was/is an international pop star. I’m surprised I only managed to get embarrassed twice during the tour. The first time it was because I had a really hard time not calling Catty by her full name, and apparently I must have been referring to her by both names during the whole tour because at one point she and Gigi started giggling and Catty said, “Billy, if we’re going to be friends it’s okay for you to just use my first name.” Embarrassing moment number two came as a result of me saying, “I wish!” several times when they asked me questions. Gigi obviously picked up on this and kept saying things like, “I’m not sure you’d like the way that would turn out,” and “Nope - you can’t have that one, either.” Finally I realized what I was doing and I got totally flustered, but they’re both so creepy cool about it that I started laughing, too, and before the tour was over it wasn’t like I was giving a tour, it was like we were old friends just fanging out.

8.10

Today was student ID picture day, and I told Scarah we’d meet up at MH, get our pictures taken and then go grab a coffinccino at the Coffin Bean after we were done. When I got there Scarah was in a bad mood about something she didn’t want to talk about. I made it my mission to cheer her up. Now I can become visible when I want to, but I usually stay invisible because it’s easier since I don’t have to think about it. I became visible when I sat for my picture, and as the photographer got behind the camera I faded away. He snapped a picture, looked at it, looked at his camera, made a little grunting noise and asked to take another one. I could see Scarah’s mouth start to twitch. It was totally on after that as I made everything disappear except my right eye, then my left ear, then half of my face, then half my body. Scarah was barely keeping it together. The photographer had changed lenses three times and was mumbling about vampires and ghosts. Finally I heard, “Invisi Billy behave!” I looked over to see Headless Headmistress Bloodgood standing in the doorway. She was trying to look stern and not doing a very good job of it. I finally appeared, got my pic taken, and when Scarah got hers she was ready for that coffinccino and a chance to talk about what was bothering her.

8.17

I opened my locker today, and a four-leaf clover fell out. I picked it up, touched it to my nose and then put it in a little box with the others. Scarah always leaves one for me if she knows I have an upcoming test or big event where a little “luck” would be helpful. Then again, sometimes she just leaves one to let me know she’s thinking about me, which is pretty cool considering she’s a telepath. That’s how we first met...kind of, sort of. I was dodging through the hall trying not to get knocked down/run into, and Scarah was dodging through the hall trying not to read anyone’s mind, and bam...our thoughts met head on. I’m not an innate, or trained, telepath, but Scarah says I project what amounts to an SOS (Sorry-Oops-Sorry) signal when I’m trying to navigate through a crowd. She stopped right in front of me, and we did the thing that happens when you try and dodge someone but end up dodging in the same direction. We both laughed, and as I walked past I heard a voice in my head saying, “Of course I’d say yes if you invited me to the Coffin Bean.” I’m pretty sure I blushed through my invisibility that day. We’ve been dating ever since, and I hope she doesn’t have to read my mind to know how I feel about her.

#monster high #monster high diary #invisi billy #new scaremester

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bangtan-et-al · 4 years

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somnium finis 01.

—word count: 2,869

—prologue: A plane sinks into the Pacific Ocean, leaving the world mourning the loss of the 118 passengers on board. Seven of those passengers being the members of the famous K-pop band BTS. At least, that’s how it seems.

—genres: Idol AU, Mystery, Psychological

—contains: Themes of fluff, angst, smut, depression, and anxiety. Mentions of divorce and the use of strong language such as name calling and cussing.

—chapter: 01. 02.

—note: Because of the use of both English and Korean in this story, I found it appropriate to use some Korean terms as well as Korean honorifics. If there is a term you don’t understand, I found most of my sources on google or you can just drop me an ask about it. I’d be happy to educate!

…

“Ah, finally! I can breathe again!” You heard your roommate sigh as she removed her bra for the evening. You giggled at the sight of her, flailed out on the floor like a starfish wearing only shorts and a tank top.

The summer heat was really bearing down, and you made a point to be thankful for your AC everyday. You opted for eating cold, crisp fruits for lunch to further cool you down. The heat wave was taking temperatures to an all time high.

You offered Kimi an apple slice as you joined her on the cold floor. “It’s your fault for taking summer classes.” She popped the whole thing in her mouth and groaned.

She swallowed and proceeded to smack herself in the forehead. “Remind me to never do something so dumb again.”

“Noted.” You laughed with her for a moment before standing. “I’ll retire to my bedroom for some beauty sleep before my flight!” You spoke with the most posh English accent you could muster. “Korea awaits!” You added in Korean.

“Damn, I wish I could go see BTS in Seoul. I can’t believe how lucky you got, ____!”

Lucky indeed. You had been studying Korean for four years, and your professor had a surprise for the seniors. Round trip plane ticket and concert ticket to BTS. He said seeing them in Seoul was an experience you’d never get here in the states. Now that the class was mostly fluent, he felt confident you all could make your way around Korea just fine.

The person with the highest marks on the final won, and that person happened to be you.

…

After a nap you felt refreshed and so excited you could barely contain yourself. You went over your checklist once more for good measure.

Phone, charger, army bomb, passport, ID, tickets, wallet, ₩500,000 for emergency, and lastly your Korean to English dictionary, just in case.

You waved and bid Kimi goodbye as you left the apartment. Your Uber was already there waiting for you and with no more delay you were on your way to Seoul. After all these years of studying it from afar, you’d be able to get a taste of it, hopefully the first of many.

You remembered back to your high school days, when you first heard a BTS song. In your junior year you had heard the song Young Forever. Not their most popular, but the melody always swept you away. For the next year you became engrossed in their music, and it opened up the door to your love of everything Korean.

The food, the language, the culture, you couldn’t get enough of it. By the time you were graduating, you had already learned Hangul and read all the lyrics of Blood, Sweat, and Tears even if you didn’t know what you were saying yet. You decided to major in Korean Studies and minor in Korean language. You weren’t sure what kind of job that would get you, but it was more for yourself anyways. You wanted to learn all you could about South Korea. It was the next best thing to being born there.

Your father was ecstatic at your decision. He was full Korean, and your mother was American. They divorced when you were young, and you ended up staying with your mother because your father went back to Korea. Because of the separation, you never ended up learning Korean and were raised with only English. You kept in touch with your father, but only would see him when he’d come to visit you, seeing as your mother was never okay with the idea of you going across the world alone.

Now, with you and your mother having become distant since highschool graduation, your one true supporter shone through. Your appa. Even across the ocean, he was always so supportive of everything you did and could listen to you go on for hours about how your day had gone. You wish you’d gone to Seoul with him all those years ago.

But there was no point in regretting the past. Now, you were setting things right. In a year, you’d be moving there, and Appa was so proud to have his daughter pursue her ancestry all by herself.

Maybe he’d be less excited if he knew it was because of BTS and not him, but either way, you knew he was just happy to have you with him.

While lost in your own thoughts, you found yourself already seated on the plane. You put your phone on airplane mode and put in your earbuds. Even though you had just slept, as the plane ascended into the sky, sleep found you once again.

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It was the last stretch now. After a long tour, the band’s last concert was held in Seoul. It was going to be bitter sweet. They didn’t want it to be over, but they were definitely looking forward to a break.

“Namjoon-ah, you definitely have your passport right?” Seokjin yelled across the hotel room.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s right here. Are you ready to go Hyung?”

Seokjin gave him a nod. “Yeah, let’s join the others in the lobby.” They both double checked the room and then headed out. When they got downstairs, the other members were all waiting with a couple staff members.

“Did Namjoon-hyung remember-” Taehyung started, but was cut off by Namjoon raising his arm with his passport in hand.

Namjoon sighed. “You guys are never going to let me live this down, huh?”

Jimin giggled and shook his head. “Nope, it’s your fault for having misplaced it more than once.”

Yoongi was standing there with the rest of them, but his soul was gone. He had a far off look in his eyes, and was doing all he could to keep from sleeping while standing up.

“Yoongi-hyung looks how I feel. Man, that concert was so high energy.” Jeongguk said through a yawn.

Hoseok nodded, “But, America is always great. Just when you think you’ve topped yourself from last time, they bring more and more energy. Even though my body is tired, my heart feels recharged.”

Yoongi groaned. “Recharged? Hobi, you’re crazy.” At his comment they all laughed.

One of the staff motioned for the members to follow them. They departed the hotel in LA at midnight after a long weekend of two concerts. All seven of them were completely beat and looked forward to sleeping the whole flight. They arrived at the airport and promptly boarded the first class seats. As the plane took off the inertia put down a pleasant weight that had them drifting off fairly quickly.

…

You opened your eyes. You were floating in the sky. A dream? It must be. You looked around, and saw seven beautiful men in front of you. All looking around and just as confused as you.

“A dream?” Jimin echoed your previous thought, only in Korean.

Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh. “I swear if we are having a shared dream again, I’m leaving BTS. I just want some fucking sleep.”

“If we’re are, then who is she?” Seokjin’s comment brought all their eyes to you. You froze for a moment. If this was a dream, you weren’t going to complain.

“Hi, I’m ____.” You introduced in Korean.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “An American accent? Do you speak English as well?”

“Yeah, English was my first language.” You answered in said language.

“For a dream girl, she’s pretty real.” Taehyung said, eyeing you up and down.

“I should say the same thing, this is my dream after all.” You corrected, switching back to Korean.

They all looked at each other. “This is different from the last shared dream, last time it was only us, and we weren’t conscious that we were dreaming until we woke up.” Jeongguk reasoned. They all nodded in agreement. For a moment, you thought of the possibility of this being more than a dream, but before you could think anything else, you were all ripped away from each other as your bodies woke up.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with an unfamiliar scene. You were no longer in a plane. You first looked up at a white ceiling, and then around at the unfamiliar room. There was nothing in there but the bed you were on, and everything was white. You sat up quickly and swung your legs off the side.

What on Earth was happening, another dream? You looked down, you were wearing the same thing you had worn to catch your flight, and to the side of your bed was your carry-on bag. Slipping the backpack on your shoulders, you crept to the door and slowly creaked it open.

“The fuck is this?! Where are we?!” And angry Yoongi stormed into the center of the space before you. It was a circular looking room with eight doors, including your own, and a hallway leading away from it.

The other members were making their way to the center as well looking around. Some scared, others still hanging between sleep and wake. “Is this still part of the dream…?” Jimin mumbled through sleep.

You stared at them all in awe this was too real to be a dream. You pinched yourself to test it.

…well that hurt like a bitch.

This was all real, it was really happening. You couldn’t find the courage to go out there, at least not until you grasped more of the situation.

“No, this is not a dream. What is this place? Why the hell are we here?” Hoseok spoke with an edge of what sounded like anger or panic in his voice.

Taehyung was pulling at his hair. “What if… What if we were kidnapped?!”

Namjoon clasped onto Taehyung’s shoulder. “Everyone calm down. Does anyone have their phone? Someone try to call 112 or maybe 911.” Seokjin pulled out his phone first and called 112.

The line hung up.

He then tried 911. That line hung up also. “Nothing is working, not even an out of service or range message!” They couldn’t call for help, they didn’t know where they were, and they were all alone.

Except for you.

Taehyung saw movement out of the corner of his eye. “There’s someone there!” At his word Hoseok jumped into action. The door you were hiding behind was whipped open. You let out a yelp and fell on your ass.

“The girl from the dream…” Hoseok stares at the with wide eyes and the other boys crowded behind him.

“H-hello…” You mumbled in Korean. You stood back up and brushed yourself off.

“Why are you here?” Jimin asked cautiously.

You nervously shrugged. “I don’t know… I just woke up here. Last thing I remember was being on a flight to Seoul from LA, and now I’m here…”

The members looked at each other. Surely wondering if you were to be trusted. You fumbled with your fingers nervously. Here before you stood the seven men you’d looked up to for years, and you couldn’t even raise your head to look at them properly.

You needed to let them know you were in the same boat as them. “Do you guys have any idea what’s going on here…? Were we kidnapped?”

Namjoon relaxed a little. “I’m not sure… There aren’t any windows, and no emergency number works.” You all made your way back to the center room.

Jeongguk peered down the hallway. “We could try going down there…?

Namjoon leading the way, walking in a defensive pose, taking every step carefully. “Everyone be quiet…”

The hallway opening up into what looked to be an apartment or house. There were still no windows, and mostly everything was white. It reminded you of a hospital.

To your left was a door with a screen mounted on it. There was an image of a line and a keyboard beneath it. Below the screen was something like a mail slot only wider and taller. From left to right starting from the door, there was a living space, a dining room, and a kitchen, all on an open floor plan. It looked very high end and modern, nothing you would ever be able to afford in your lifetime.

Taehyung was the first to approach the door. He typed the word “unlock” in Korean. A voice echoed around the space.

“Request denied.” It answered in Korean

“Holy shit it speaks.” Taehyung backed away from it.

“Let’s try English.” Namjoon offered and typed out “unlock” on the keyboard.

“Request cannot be accepted as entered.” The voice echoed in English. You stepped up and proceeded to type in every synonym and rewording you could think of to no avail.

Jeongguk was nearly vibrating with anxiousness. “T-try requesting something else completely?”

Taehyung nodded and typed in “hamburger”.

“Really Taehyung-ah?” Jimin grumbled. “This is no time to be messing around!”

“He said something completely different-”

“Request granted.”

“See?” Taehyung finished his sentence.

The mail slot opened and a tray with a single hamburger was revealed. There was a slight opening where the door on the slot lifted. You quickly reached your arm in the space in hopes to reach the door knob from the other side.

Immediately you jumped back as electricity shot through your arm. You held it close as every cell screamed in pain. “AH!” You landed on your ass for a second time. Namjoon was the first to kneel down to help you.

“Are you okay?!”

“Y-yeah…” You gritted out through your teeth. “Well now we know that doesn’t work…”

When the pain dulled to a throb, Namjoon helped you up with your other hand. “No one else do anything else before consulting the group consider this enemy territory. And Taehyung,” Namjoon paused to looked at the younger man, holding the unwrapped burger to his mouth, which was wide open and ready to take a bite. “No eating anything until we make sure it’s not poisonous.”

Taehyung lowered it with a groan.

Namjoon directed his gaze to you. “Do remember a dream before we all woke up here?”

You pondered whether or not to be truthful, but you figured transparency would be the best route to take. “Yeah… I introduced myself.”

“So your name really is ____-ssi?” Namjoon added.

“Yeah. And I’m sorry if my Korean isn’t good… I look Korean, but I only began learning it 5 years ago.”

“No worries. We understand you just fine. What we need to do right now is think logically and figure out what we do and don’t know.” All eight of you made your way to the living room and sat on the couches as Namjoon stood in the center.

“Namjoon-ah, I think we were on the same plane as ____-ssi. What if something went down while we were sleeping?” Yoongi gestured to you. “Do you remember anything?”

You shook your head. “No, I fell asleep during take off, so I have no idea.”

Hoseok eyes you warily. “We don’t know her, how do we know if we can trust her? She could be a part of whatever is happening?”

“Hoseok-ah, we can’t assume things-” Namjoon starts but is cut off.

“It makes sense for the seven of us to be together, but why her? She’s clearly the outlier.” No one can argue with him as he finishes his point.

Taehyung looks over at you. “____-ssi, is this burger safe to eat?” He holds up said burger.

You look at him confused. “I-I don’t know… But I wouldn’t suggest eating it.”

Taehyung nods, seeming content with your answer. “I trust her. She not actively trying to kill me. Taehyung.” He offered his name and his hand to you. You take it and tried to stay calm and push down the fangirl inside you.

“N-nice to meet you, Taehyung-ssi.”

“I completely forgot to introduce myself. Where are my manners? My name is Kim Namjoon.”

“Its nice to meet you, but to save some precious time, I already know everyone’s names.” You looked down, wondering if that came off as rude.

Jimin cocked his head. “Oh, are you ARMY?” He offered you a smile.

“N-no! I just, have heard about you all and heard a couple songs. I’m half Korean, so it’s hard not to know.” You lied, but you thought maybe you could make yourself more trustworthy this way. If you said you were ARMY, the next paranoid assumption would be that you were a saesang, and that wouldn’t help your case at all.

“Then lets cut the small talk and get back to the issue at hand. Why are we here? Are they holding us for ransom? What happened to that plane?” Yoongi butted in. His patience was running thin.

You pulled out your phone, and idea popping into your head. You googled your flight. What you saw made your heart drop to your stomach. It must have shown on your face, because Taehyung leaned in to look at your phone.

“What is it?” He questioned.

“…this article says the plane went down. It crashed in the water and sunk. They are yet to have found it. They’ve pronounced all 118 passengers as victims of the flight. We’re all listed as casualties.”

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the-manor-7 · 5 years

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My Life With BTS Chapter 10 - The Concert

I stared at my bandmates as they flew around the room, preparing for their concert in about an hour.

The sight was quite hysterical, actually. They looked like chickens with their heads cut off. Spare clothing items were flying around the room, hair was being finished and refinished, the hairdryers omitting a droning noise, makeup was frantically being put on the boys' faces.

As Taehyung ran by, I grabbed him by the tails of his coat and dragged him to face me.

He turned to me as I took a hold of his collar and fixed it, "What is it, Noona?"

"You." I picked a few pieces of lint off his clothing and checked him all over, "Stop running around, will you? You're making the stylist's job so much harder."

He laughed awkwardly, "Sorry, Noona."

"It's not me you should be saying sorry to." I straightened a pocket on his jacket and turned him around, pushing him over to the counter, "It's them, now go get yourself back together."

As he made his way back over to the professionals, I scanned the room. And realizing I could be of no help, I left.

After shouting a, "Good luck!" over my shoulder, I made my way down the hall and into another room. One that was much quieter and less chaotic. Hazel and Isabel were located in this room, Isabel sitting on the counter, and Hazel on the couch.

Isabel looked up from her phone and smiled at me as she set it down, "Hey, Crystal. How is everyone?"

I chuckled and jumped up onto the counter next to her, "A complete mess. I just wonder what I'm going to look like at my first concert. Probably pure chaos."

Hazel looked up from her device, "And a nervous wreck too."

"You're not helping."

She smirked, "At least you have about six months to prepare. And you'll be with experienced people, the boys, as well as everyone else, Have done this countless times before. In all seriousness, you will be fine. Don't stress yourself out."

I smiled at her, "Thank you."

Isabel spoke up, "Hey, Crystal?"

I looked over at her, "Yes?"

"How long are your parents staying?"

I thought for a moment, "They're leaving tomorrow morning."

"When are they getting here? They're coming to the concert, right?"

I started and pulled my phone out of my pocket, quickly dialing the correct number and holding it up to my ear.

My mother picked up, "Hey, Crystal! Where are you? We're at the front, and they don't believe me when I say we're your family."

I waved to my friends before running out of my room and down the hall, "So sorry about that! I'm on my way!"

She huffed at me as I heard my dad's gruff voice in the background, "Your father is getting impatient."

"I know!"

I pushed through a set of double doors and ran over to the front of the line where my parents were standing, talking to the security guards.

"Hey," I held up my ID, "This is my family. Can you let us through?"

They nodded and pushed the doors open and we walked in.

I handed my family their tickets as I led them to their seats.

My mother smiled at me once she was situated, "Hello, dear! Thank you for coming."

I chuckled awkwardly, "Hey, mom. Sorry for being late."

Contrary to my anticipated reaction, she just kept smiling, "It's quite all right, dear. Thank you for getting us the tickets. How much do we owe you?"

I shook my head, "I'm paying for it, you've covered everything else."

It took her a moment to comply, "All right, dear. If you insist."

I nodded before sitting down in the seat beside her.

"So, when do you debut again, sweetheart?"

"May 10th."

"Oh! So around your birthday!"

I nodded and she looked back at the stage, "Do you have to head back?"

I shook my head, "No, I was planning to sit with your guys, is that all right?"

She beamed at me and looped her arm through mine, "You silly child, what kind of question is that? Of course you can sit with us." She paused and started to look at the stage, somewhat sad, "It's hard to believe that you'll be up on that stage the next time I see you. It's going to be so strange..."

"Yes," I hugged her arm, "But it's also exciting, isn't it? I can't believe I used to almost die of stage fright!"

My mother laughed, "I remember those days. You were so insecure about your height that you slumped over to try to look shorter! And it just made everything more noticeable."

I groaned, "You don't need to remind me."

"And you used to wear your hair in a knotted ponytail all the time, you wore yoga pants too. Do you remember that?"

"Mom...."

She laughed at my uncomfortable expression, "All right, dear. I'll stop."

"Thanks"

The doors finally opened to the public, and hysteric fans started pouring into the stadium.

"Oh look, honey! It's starting soon!"

The concert commenced with me and my family dancing until we were sweaty, but extremely happy, messes.

Once the music was over and the boys had gone backstage, my mother turned to me ask we stayed seated, waiting for the masses of people to leave the building.

"Do you think we can see your bandmates? And the stage?"

I nodded, "I think that would be fine. As long as you promise not to break anything." I joked.

She swatted my arm, "Crystal! Why would you ever think we would do that on purpose?"

I raised my hand and smiled cheekily at her (raising our hand was a silent sign between us that we're joking and/or being sarcastic. Because sometimes neither of us can tell if the other is being serious) [A/N: Also a true story].

She grumbled at me before leaning back in her chair.

I thought for a moment, "Hey, do you guys want to head over to the fan sign? You won't be able to see the boys until afterwards, anyways."

She checked with the others, and they all agreed to go.

It would be a shock for the boys, anyways.

When we entered the room where the event was being held, we quickly got in line.

My mom went first, with me right behind her.

I could hear the conversation between her and Namjoon.

"Mrs. Davis? What are you doing here, ma'am?"

She just laughed, "Crystal invited us. Besides, I need to support her friends, now don't I?"

He signed her address book (she had nothing else with her), and she moved on to Jin.

As I approached RM, I smiled cheekily before putting my foot up on the table.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "Noona? What are you doing?"

I grinned, "What are you doing? Come on, sign it!"

He just rolled his eyes at my antics and laughed before taking his marker and putting his signature on the bottom of my foot.

After, he was done, I waved to him before shifting over to Jin.

He leaned over the table to talk to me, "Did you really make him sign your shoe?"

I smiled, "Yep, and I'm going to have you sign..." I searched my body before holding out my arm, "...my elbow!"

He just rolled his eyes and did as I requested before shooing me off to the rest of the members.

Along the way I got Yoongi to sign my right palm, Hoseok to sign the back of my neck, Taehyung to sign my left palm, and Jungkook to sign the tag on my shirt.

Once we were finished and heading out of the room, my dad looked at me as if I was insane.

To prove his point, I just smiled at him and lead my family backstage to sit on some overturned boxes.

Aubrey frowned slightly and held out a napkin for me to look at, "I only had this for them to sign. I wish I had prepared better..."

I consoled her, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to get them to sign something else. They've had enough practice, that's for sure."

The members of BTS walked over to us a little while later.

Namjoon walked over to me and glared at me playfully, "Noona, why'd you make me sign the bottom of your shoe? You could have at least made me sign your forehead or something."

I laughed, "I'm not telling~"

As we bickered a little bit longer, my mom began dragging Yoongi away by looping her arm through his, "You'll show us around, won't you, Yoongi? I want to see the dressing room, the stage, the warmup room, the sound room..."

Her voice trailed off as they got farther and farther away.

Meanwhile, my brother was challenging Jungkook to an arm wrestling match and my sister was talking to Taehyung about fashion.

My poor father just stood there looking lost with an amused smile on his face.

Namjoon noticed and quickly made his way over to him, initiating a conversation about politics and such.

While we were waiting for my mother have mercy on Yoongi, I joined in a conversation with Hoseok and Jin, while Jimin was egging Alex and Jungkook on (neither of them had ever won yet. It always ended up in a tie).

Much to everyone's surprise, when my mother returned, Yoongi actually seemed to be enjoying himself. He was laughing at something my mom had said and showing his gummy smile.

This caused my mom to reach over to pinch before thinking better of it to retract her hand.

My dad and I laughed, understanding what she was about to do, while no one else did.

After we all headed back to the dressing room, the evening passed quickly.

We all had fun, laughing and enjoying our time together, before bidding my parent goodbye.

Then they headed back to the United States.

You never do realize how much you miss your loved ones before they visit and have to leave you for ten second time, do you?

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Thank you for reading! Feel free to leave comments/requests!

Thank you,

The_Manor

Masterlist

#bts #jin #suga #yoongi #j-hope #hoseok #rm #namjoon #jimin #v #taehyung #jungkook #eighth member #au #eighth member au #noona

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toffee!

no dont apologise! i didnt check until just then so np :)

mmm yeah it is a bit trippy. hehe ITS TRUE THO. yeah sadly i think ur right, and tag blocking is probably a good idea. sometimes smut written well or not in excess is okay but goddamn when its abt 01 line and thats the whole fic... *silently blocks tags*

hehe i do that all the time lol this conversation is carrying on threads from a month ago :) mmm yeah ur probably right sadly, same. HA HE DIDNT HAVE A CHOICE and now i have someone to talk to abt them, so thats good! I KNOW felix was actually the one who got me into skz with his iconique gods menu line so i guess i have a soft spot for him. i always tell myself my bias is chan but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ guess im more whipped than id like to admit. mmm yeah that does make sense dw i hope they do that as well. YES king seungmin hIMSELF. GODDAMNIT DONT GET ME STARTED ON MINHO IN GODS MENU I DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE WAS PART OF THE GROUP UNTIL I STARTED GETTING MORE INTO THEM. BITCH (affectionate) THE LINE DISTRIBUTION HAS BEEN UTTER DOG SHIT but *deep breath* its better now so were moving on adn hoping it stays that way. sis same but i may or may not have gone thru a rlly depressed phase and actively sought out the elimination episodes so i could actually force some tears out of my emotionless shell of a heart but what cna you do? lmaoo i feel that irl, binnie deserves more vocal lines. yesss channies accent is rlly prominent then, i think also the way he structures his phrasing? is more english speaking than korean? but yeah i totally get what ur saying. AJKSAL lmao

okay then! im excited for whenever it gets done! (maybe tag me?) ahh the cold shrivelled heart of a dark au writer beats again at the thought of torturing another poor characters very soul (/j) :(( yeah that would suck not being able to see them. ohhh ur on the other hemisphere to me! were just going into spring rn. mmm smth to look forward to! YES you put it into words. they rlly are pretty independent from the company (remember how jyp rejected that other dudes songs after like 3 seconds and then how he was apparently nervous to show the song hed written to chan cos chan was so good at writing hits ahhh sweet revenge) mmmYES we rlly need a mute and remove notifications button for our brains dont we?

YES CORRECT i totally agree. some people jsut dont give it a try, adn assume its bad cos its korean smh racist assholes. yes! im coming up to my 6 month anniv actually! sis sAME, i feel like theyre being tugged into appealing to the western american market and theyre not staying as true to their artistic flair as a group, especially with only writing english songs atm. *sigh* ah well, at least theyre bringing recognition to the kpop world. AHUH dead on, theyre going to be discarded pretty soon and then where will bp be? theyll prob go solo paths which is rlly sad but what can you do when the company is run by a prideful asshole? yg is not going to last much longer in the big four if they keep this up.

hehe you get it. oooh very cool! whos ur ult? (sorry if youve said this before) mmmm yeah good decision, i feel liek thats probably a wise decision. this is my first album release as a kpop stan (not counting mixtape oh) so i think ill get it for sentiments sake. yeah! im excited for the new music! mingi was the one who got me into them, but atm my bias is seonghwa followed by san, wooyoung and ateez but jonghos high notes man *swoon* he, yeah atm ive got jake, jay, nikki, jungwon and sunoo down so just trying to get the rest :) heh, yeah kard i rlly only got into cos of bm, ive seen him like interacting with a lot of idols and he seemed nice so i decided to check out the group. ikr gunshot man *another swoon*

no noe! i didnt know what it was until i got it lol. thx toffee ill try and take that to mind :) yeah lol im on a waiting list thats not going to be free until late september so hopefully i can hold on until then. hope ur okay, that sounds like it sucks, hope you can find someone. maybe ill just take you along on my phone and the therapist can get a two for one patient deal lmaooo. mmm, sorry no i havent mentioned it before, i dont rlly talk abt it much. uhhh basically hypermobility? if you google it, it doesnt seem bad, jsut joint flexibility but ive got the severe end of the stick, leaning towards ehlers danlos syndrome so thats fun. basically it just makes it hard for me to exercise, run, jump, stand or just walk for long periods of time and gives me a lot of joint and muscle pain so... thats fun! but obviously so many other people have it worse than me, so i try not to complain. normally in young people it will improve as they get older, but my doctor said bc its severe in me, its unlikely to get much better. but again, i dont have the worst lot in the bunch, so its all g.

oh its good that its not the bad type of rain, a light sprinkling can be relaxing sometimes. aww thx darl, the concern is appreciated but it went pretty well and i managed not to cough too much on stage or kill myself trying to run around to the other side of the stage in the pouring rain so thats good! oooh tea buddies! my dogs a labradoodle, but shes a bit more of a feral poodle lol not much labrador in her at all, unless its her relentless urge to hunt down every bird that has ever walked this earth smh :((( hopefully they can come back on soon, does uni have dances?

ahhh a mood if i ever heard one. hopefully things will get better for you soon, ik anxiety sucks ass. ooh thats always good! when its sunny here, its always melt ur thongs to the pavement hot so the nicely cool sunny days are a lovely change. hehe impatience is not so good for you, but good for us that get to see ur beautiful theme early. ahh no worries, itll come eventually hopefully. and if not, then just things that make you not anxious are good. it doesnt have to be black or white, sometimes gray is good. mmmmm sames i have midterms this week to catch up on and then two weeks of end of terms so thats fun! i hope u can overcome that a little, heres some channie to be ur motivation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8LWyNjzOww. hah! i hear that all the time, he seems to be everywhere. did you see that tiktok of hans slowed back door rap, i stg it sounded EXACTLY like namjoon, it kinda scared me. also teh beginning of another day, sounds so much like joon i swear.

that reminds me! idk ur biases! i feel like this should be smth i should know so please! feel free to elaborate!

ahh im glad, i was worried it is. mmm same, so no hard feelings if either of us misses a day or smth. ill start worrying if weeks/months have gone by, but if its just a little while thats more than fine. ill just picture you studiously completing notes and i wont worry lol

<3 w.a. 🐺

at some point i really think i'm going to start blocking accounts because blocking tags won't be enough. i saw ask tags the other day and it just made me want to bleach my eyeballs.

i could talk about god's menu felix for hours man. the teaser for god's menu that featured his part on the bridge made me look forward to the mv release. you: biases chan, also you: lixiesbabyhands. yes you are more whipped than you think. i can't believe orange haired minho was given NOTHING during that era but they kind of made up for it in the b-sides. i also hope it stays that way. the distribution for this era was pretty fair.

"torturing another poor character's soul" in all honesty, i used to live for this. 2017 me leading up to early 2020 wrote nothing but angst. i have another aussie friend on twt and tbh i'm still really (O.o) about the seasons! jyp should be terrified skz could easily take over that company. heck if skz grow old and start their own company, they'd probably do a great job at running it. PLEASE. i have issues on muting/notifications both mentally and in real life. sometimes, i just wish to disappear.

some people in my country are just disgusting tbh. not only racist but homophobic too. they label kpop as 'gay' and it DISGUSTS me. it's a problematic behavior/mindset people in my country need to fucking get rid of. anyway, HELP ME 6 MONTHS??? and i've been in this shit for like a decade eye. tbh, i’m not fond of kpop groups trying to appeal to the western audience :// it feels like they’re losing their identity in a way. yes recognition but at what cost? yg has my favorite groups but that’s one shitty company when it comes to promoting.

okay my ult! it’s haechan from nct but i consider chan an ult too. like a close second above my whopping list of kpop boys. oh yes! you should get the album just for like a keepsake? remembrance? how did mingi appeal to you? omg did you start getting interested in ateez back when he was still on hiatus? NOT YOU BIASING THE SAME PEOPLE I DID WHEN I FIRST STARTED STANNING. the infamous ateez thot-line. jongho is easily one of the best fourth gen vocalists out here, no one can change my mind :( good luck with memorizing the rest of enhypen! just in time for the comeback too. i hope i’ll get into kard soon but i’m pretty content (and a tad bit overwhelmed) with the amount of groups i stan right now.

please hold on though, feel free to vent here if you like. thanks for the offer tho HAHA but like i’ll try to get checked here too when the cases die down a bit. i’m sorry to hear about your condition though :( please don’t ever overwork yourself to the point that your joints/muscles would ache. it’s completely valid to complain about it tho. i get that you have others in mind but keeping that mindset really doesn’t do you (like you internally) any better? so if you need to, vent your frustrations out and don’t keep it in.

oh my god, about your performance last sunday. was the stage out in the open? glad you didn’t cough too much and did well on your concert. i’m proud of you! i can never understand dogs and poor birds T_T uni doesn’t have dances unfortunately. i think there’s just one party at the end like a graduation ball. what year are you in anyway? if it’s something that you’re fine with sharing. if not, it’s cool.

good luck with your exams! and thanks for the link! AHA what a cutie. i think he does this motivation thing once in a while during his lives and it’s just comforting. yeah joon and han my irl just freaked when we made that discovery. ult crumbs for her. oh god not me forgetting about every biases when you asked. you can ask for my biases in a few groups just list down the one’s you’re interested in knowing.

i missed yesterday because i was grinding and finishing what if we stay + school work. finally did it today. i’m sure i’ll reply in like a day or two, definitely not a month unless i state otherwise. if i ever decide to abandon this blog, i’ll let you know.

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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thescrewedrooger · 7 years

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And There She Was - Chapter 11

2 weeks later I’m in Australia. I didn’t get much down time before I had to get stuck into work. I was enjoying every single moment of it. I was hanging around people that had no idea I was even with Seth let alone knew what happened between us. I wasn’t getting hounded with ‘I’m making a mistake, I will regret it’ Seth would text me every so often just to check in on how I’m doing. I always replied to him. It was nice to know he still cared. I am in the middle of choreographing a routine, my phone starts to ring. I check the caller ID. Seth’s name and number shows on the screen

I answer “Hey”

He replies “Hey”

He admits “I just needed to hear your voice, I’m sorry, but I’m still having a hard time dealing with it all”

I paused until I found a way to reply, I eventually say “Me too”

I didn’t want to tell him I was finding it easier because I was away from everyone who knew. I still love him. The truth is I would take him back in a heartbeat. Being in Australia just took my mind off it.

Very quietly he asks “Do you still love me?”

I answer “Of course I do, even though we didn’t work out, I don’t regret the tattoo”

He replies “I still love you. I wish you didn’t go”

I sigh “Seth, please don’t do that to me”

He asks “Why didn’t you choose me?”

I say “Please Seth, not now”

He starts to get short with me “Yes now, you never told me why, I think I deserve to know”

I tell him “I don’t know”

He snaps again “You do know why, you just don’t want to tell me”

I snap “Is this the real reason you called me?”

He answers “How about you answer my question first, then I will answer yours”

I sigh “Goodbye Seth” I just hang up.

We don’t hear from each other at all after that call. Things just got so much worse. I should have just told him that the main reason was me being stubborn, Mum was right, if I controlled my temper, I would have chosen him. 2 months later. I am in my motel room, having a spa while having a couple of beers. I had my phone on the vanity within my reach. I get a message from Seth. I’m thinking it’s random for him to start messaging me. Then I read the message. I almost choke on the mouthful of beer. The message contained alot of nasty things that Seth wanted to do to me. I knew very well Rachael has gotten her hands on Seth’s phone.

I reply “Hi Rachael”

The reply “It’s not Rachael, Babe”

I’m laughing loud, I write back “Fuck off it’s not Rachael”

The message I get back “Babe, it’s me”

No way in hell did I believe that. Regardless, I reply with all the shit I would do to him if I was home down to the tiniest detail. Most of it being the truth! Rachael doesn’t know that. I went along with it to try and gross her out. It worked!

The reply “Ewwwww it’s Rachael. Seth is back now, I’m going before he kicks my ass!”

I laugh. He’s going to find out anyways because she wouldn’t have deleted the messages.

The next four months went extremely quickly, I did have a great time. Especially on tour for the last two, which I seen all my hard work pay off. One of the concerts was televised, so of course my family and friends were watching it. I’m glad I went. The circumstances weren’t ideal, but I don’t regret it. I got told I would regret going, for a while I was started to think everyone was right.

It’s the weekend, I’m catching up with friends at home. Just getting plastered at home. Lily ruins my night. She comes out and says “You know Seth has moved on while you were away, I wasn’t going to tell you”

I snap at her “Why the fuck would you tell me that? Especially tell me tonight?”=

She says “I wanted to see your reaction, you obviously still love him, and I lied, he hasn’t moved on at all. Just fucking call him”

I say “No, I’m not going to call him, there’s no future for us because there’s going to be more times I’m out of the country for months at a time. I’m not going through this every single time”

Jodie asks me “You have more than enough job offers that you can take which means that you can stay in L.A so why not take them and stay in the country”

I roll my eyes “Not you too, and anyways, why do I have to call him, why can’t he call me?”

Lily answers that “Because for 2 reasons, one, you were the one that chose the job over him, and the second, you know damn well that he won’t call because he’s too shy. I know his heart is still breaking every single day, I call every so often to make sure he’s doing ok”.

I didn’t know that Lily was checking up on him. I didn’t know he was still as heartbroken as the day we broke up, really I should have known that, he wears his heart on his sleeve. Deep down I knew he wouldn’t call me. I know what he’s like. Even though he had come out of his shell a fair bit, this whole thing would have knocked whatever confidence he had built up, right out of him. Lily sent Seth a message asking if he was home, but I didn’t know it at the time, he was still at work. As soon as she got the reply she tells me “You haven’t had that much to drink, you will still be right to drive, he’s at work, go to him, you have no choice in the matter”

I say “I don’t think that’s a good idea”

She says to me “What the fuck are you still doing here, GO NOW”

When I pull up in the car park, I stay in my car for a while. I’m nervous, what the hell do I say to him I slump myself over the steering wheel trying to come up with something. For the first time ever, I chicken out. I drive back home. I still can’t get out of my head that there will be times when I have to leave the country for months at a time and I can’t keep doing this. I walk back inside Lily immediately says “You chickened out didn’t you?”

I just nod my head.

****Seth’s POV**** The past 7 months have been torture. I thought I meant alot more to Charlie than that. I was delusional to think I would ever mean that much to a girl. She seems to be doing fine without me. I am hoping so bad that one day she will call me to say she has changed her mind. I can’t see that happening. I don’t know how Lily got my number, but I don’t really mind, she’s been making sure I’m holding up, and that she’s there if I ever need to talk. I just feel like an idiot for still feeling like this after 7 months. I’ve been working alot to keep my mind occupied. I’m tired, everyone at work has noticed how tired I’ve been, and they are worried about me. They know Charlie and I broke up, but don’t know why we broke up or that I have her an ultimatum. I just can’t help but think back to when we were 19. That was a very special time in my life for obvious reasons as well as that it was with Charlie. I loved her back then, but didn’t have the guts to tell her, but it wouldn’t have made a difference. It was a mutual breakup, we needed to focus on our studies. I haven’t told anyone this, but I did have a few one night stands during college. I never wanted a relationship. The one night stands in did have, they were only interested in the same thing as me, nothing more. That night after 7 years of no contact, I seen her, I was relieved when she said that she didn’t even know who that guy was. Even if it was her boyfriend, I would still be hurt, I just hope he’s treating her like the queen she is. I notice the tattoo on her collarbone. I can’t believe she done that, it’s a huge deal to me. My name is permanently on her skin. She is still crazy and manages to convince me into things. I owe alot to her for that. She has given me so many awesome experiences that I would never have had if I didn’t have her to convince me. The tongue piercing on the other hand, left alot to be desired, I still don’t like it. I don’t know why I still have it in, but I do. I know Charlie has enjoyed my tongue piercing, I have enjoyed hers as well. That night with the handcuffs, I really don’t know why I didn’t like the handcuffs. I know her intentions were to pleasure me to the extreme. I was willing to put up with the handcuff because I knew that’s what she wanted. Charlie picked up that I wasn’t comfortable, she took the handcuffs off. I know if we do end up back together, I would be open to it. Just the fact that she paid attention to me and took the handcuffs off knowing that I wasn’t comfortable, made me willing to try it in the future. I would love to handcuff Charlie as well. I just like the idea, I know why Charlie likes the idea of me handcuffed. I only wish I could muster the courage now to call her. If Charlie wanted me back, she would have called me by now. She has always gone after what she wants, if it didn’t work in her favour, she was ok, she didn’t let it get to her. If needs be, I’m willing to try to do a long distance relationship. I’ve lost her twice now over the same issue. I’m not even too sure I will ever talk to her again let alone see her again. It’s been a few months since I last talked to her.

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random stuff about moi

sooo @fan-this-spark-into-a-flame tagged me? thanks bruh. so basically its a ton of random stuff about me so yay? enjoy? also tag people and do it so we can get to kno each other :) name: Rekha (pronounced ray-ka) and yeah its indian it means artwork so yeah nickname: idk man i dont really have one but ive gone by dakota before? and reki i guess zodiac sign: aquarius but i dont really follow that stuff cos it never applies to me height: (don't laugh) 5'0 (or 1.55 for y'all metric people) yes ik im like the definition of smol but my personality adds like 5 inches orientation: not super sure but probably straight cause i love guys but girls sometimes...anyways favorite season: fall obviously its the most aesthetic favorite book: i could never choose...but i really love aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sanchez it made me cry its gorgeous favorite tv show: i started riverdale and its gr8 fam age: 15 favorite animal: cats but funny story my friends think im a meerkat lol idk y coffee, tea or hot cocoa: TEA. all the way favorite fictional character: tough choice...i cant even think srsly *hugs all my babies cos i cant choose* dream trip: what...probably europe to watch plays and go to cool concerts and eat awesome food blog created: 2014 possibly? it only became a hamilton blog in january 2017 so if ur dedicated enough u can scroll through and find evidence of my past blog followers: 42? wow last i checked was 30 yay what i post about: hamilton and sometimes cute animals and worthy causes aesthetics: i have tons but off the top of my head - heels clicking on the pavement, pretty class notes and draco and harry wearing each others clothes favorite artist: woodkid man they are amazing but nobody knows them :( fictional character id date: draco malfoy, sirius black or keith kogane (voltron for y'all who dont know that last dude) person id go gay for: JASMINE. CEPHAS. JONES. hogwarts house: slytherin beyotches Ahh ok so im tagging @obsidian-city and @seas-space-and-stardust and @fuckmydrarry so yeah feel free to add or remove questions as u wish :)

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flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? i feel like it was teenage rebel - chameleon circuit hahaha

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? well, i often do tarot spreads for this. but i guess i would ask - you know. i’m not sure

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? literally just surviving it all

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? maybe a few work ones, or the time not long ago i was put in a group assignment for uni. we all decided to meet up after our group presentation for drinks and hang out and i had a really fun time making new friends and hanging out with people

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? oh man i would have WAY less anxiety about everything. knowing that nothing i do will matter in a year would be so freeing and liberating. i’d probably get a new job and actually get my motorbike license and go for rides

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? i don’t have a bucket list but i’ll try to think of 3 things i’d like to do before i die -

this has been in my drafts for days and i honestly can’t think of a thing.

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? nope

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? honestly i can’t remember. oh! i think maybe 6 months ago i got high and started over thinking and got sad and started crying. my roommate walked past because i forgot i had the door open and hugged me and then left after a bit

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. ideally, it’d be a close friend. but i dont have those. so maybe if i could go back in time and stargaze with an old friend. otherwise, my current friend hj is cool! actually, i’d love to get high and stargaze with him.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? i have before. but no, i wouldn’t now. i’m not like that anymore

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? it was 4 months ago, with my old best friend’s ex-boyfriend (i think they broke up? i dont talk to either of them anymore). i used to be close to him anyway, like we were also best friends. and we used to be roommates.

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? i’d love to look my mother in the eyes and say “i’ll never forgive you” but. it doesn’t feel right as much as i mean it. i guess i’d like to say it to both my parents. but i have to pick one person. .... i guess i would get my old best friend who i havent spoken to in 6 years and say “i’m sorry. i missed you for years. i’ll always love you” or something equally dramatic

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? i have them and i love them. they’re so beautiful

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. i’m picking a few because fuck the police “being human is a condition that requires a little anaesthesia” was from the bohrap movie. relatable mood. reminds me of my mother which makes me uncomfortable “fall down 7 times, stand up 8. higher, further, faster” from captain marvel. i’ve been through soooo much fucking shit in my life. and i feel like it just keeps coming (well. the shit keeps coming and it don’t stop coming and it dont stop coming and it dont stop coming and it dont stop coming) and sometimes i wonder what the point of it all is. like what’s the point of trying to be happy when i’m just going to be let down again. and so it’s encouraging to change perspective from that to, we get up higher, further, faster

“my skin has gone from porcelain, to ivory, to steel” - sansa stark it ties in with the captain marvel one. in that shit just keeps happening. and i feel the same way. i used to be so free and naive and i’m not that person anymore. i guess it makes me feel less alone.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? “

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? buy a house for myself, buy a few investment properties so that i know i’m always secure financially. put a couple million in the bank. buy houses for my friends and family, donate the rest

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? yes and yes. i feel like i’m really understanding, and so i forgive people when it’s understandable. but once it’s past a certain point, i’m not at all forgiving. i hold grudges too. i like being this way

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. “hey kid. happy birthday! well, this is where things start to get really hard. you’re going to go through a lot even though you think you won’t. people are going to leave you and treat you despicably and betray you. almost everyone you love will completely screw you over. you will have no one to count on except yourself. i’m not saying this to scare you. but i want you to know that even when you feel like it’s too much to handle, you’re so much stronger than you’ll even realise. you have so much turmoil ahead of you, but i love you so much. you’ll come out the other end with anxiety and so scarred. but you’ll survive it. all of it. you’ll survive. there’s no lesson or greater purpose. i’m not going to tell you that it all happens for a reason, because it doesn’t. just trust that you have what’s in you to face anything. once day this will all feel like a bad dream and you’ll start to feel like yourself again. best of luck. ps there is no god”

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? punk

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. love them both. they’re hot and cool

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? nah, i only wear make up to work. and that’s because i work in sales. part of getting people to like you is being attractive. make up makes you more attractive. when people like you, you have more influence over them and you make more sales

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. runaway by pink. that song just. what a mood. and family portrait. i relate to both of those songs so much. even when i was going through shit, i had that song that i could sing and even though things were never okay, they made it bearable

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. be kind to each other?

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. 1st was a pink concert i went to when i was 15! we were super poor so this was a major deal. i waited in line for ages and my back started hurting real bad. but as soon as she got on stage everything went away. it was electrifying and she performed my favourite song. and i had eyeliner on which i cried off because she was my idol and it was amazing. her dancers were also super hot and i re-affirmed my bisexuality because i was like. wow. yes 2nd was lana & borns. my sister made me go with her to see lana del rey who i dont really give a shit about. she’s cool but im not like a major fan. borns however, i adore with every fibre of my being. borns was the opening act which was cute. i was one of the only ones in the crowd who knew him and everyone behind me was like gasping and talking about how cute he is. which also re-affirmed my sexuality. up until that point i thought that maybe i was a lesbian because i didn’t tend to find men too attractive. but borns? nope, i knew i was bi. then lana came on. it was okay. i knew a fair amount of the songs and apparently pissed everyone off by singing? i just thought that’s what you did at concerts dsjgdslkr but i had fun.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? i would love to get a letter from an old best friend of mine saying sorry & that we should catch up. i feel like i havent had a friendship as full of connection as the one we’ve had. it’s been years and i still dont have anyone that could possibly replace her. but i worry that if we ever did try to re-kindle things it just wouldnt work out. which would lead me to ask myself if there was ever going to be anyone else who i��ll have that connection with. but it’d be nice at least

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? i don’t have a desk! i had one for about 3 months and it was organised. i was always too poor to afford a desk and it just wasnt a priority when i used my bed

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? go upstairs, lay in bed, read .... words, stay up until my eyes are closing for me. sleep

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? my parents opinion literally means nothing to me. i wouldn’t care what they do/don’t know. i guess id prefer if they didnt know about the drugs because my mum did them a lot and it led to her being abusive. so they’d be suuuper judgy and probably take them off me and shit. but once im moved out, i dont really care. they wont be able to do much about it

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? i’d love to have a shaved thing. my hair’s already short. but my dad’s homophobic and doesnt want me to get it short. i dont give enough of a shit about it to argue with him so i leave it. but if i could, having a cool shaved thing would be nice

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? i dont think i even have 5 friends, and if i do, we certainly don’t have fun together. i’d just go by myself. i’m lots of fun to be around when it’s just me

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them. i wish for a job that has stable income, consistent hours, a kind staff, and is something that i’m not constantly fucking up. - i wish for this because i feel like getting up every day to do something that doesn’t give me panic attacks (that i might even be able to enjoy) is such a dream. and if it gives a stable amount of money and hours, i’d be able to plan things and have a life instead of worrying about them calling me at literally any given moment and asking me to work. which means i’d either have to work or stammer out an excuse on the spot & have the managers be mad at me i wish for a living space that i can afford & is either by myself or with people who aren’t terrible. or with people who can’t fuck me over if they get mad at me. this would step 2 of being happy for me. having a job that doesn’t make me anxious = job that could make me happy. living space that is secure and mine and that no one can take away = reduction of anxiety and security = potentially being happy. i guess i’d use the 3rd wish on having a car or motorbike. being able to get around without relying on anyone or public transport would be nice. i can go to places whenever it suits me and i’d be independent. i can just decide to go to an art gallery without it having to be a major planning thing or something that would take 2 hours to get to and from. it’d be very liberating

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. omg! last halloween. i borrowed an old friend’s witch costume. it was this cute corseted dress with a mini skirt & suspenders that attach to stockings. i bought a matching wand and witches hat. i looked super cute

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? i havent done terrible things under the influence hey. i mostly just have fun and keep to myself.

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? i dunno man. one million dollars is a lot of money. surely any of my usual morals would fly out the window. murder would become questionable. like it’s $1 million. i guess maybe not murder because if i went to jail then i wouldnt be able to spend the $1m. mass murder of like children and innocent people i probably wouldnt do. even if i got away with it

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? 1 song would be maybe americans - janelle monae. it’s a tune and you can listen to it for any mood really 1 person? i’ve purposefully gotten rid of any person i would want to only see for the rest of my life. not in a murder way, i just cut ties with them

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love. many a time. it’s a really nice thing! not just romantically. but for me, i just suddenly can’t stop thinking about them. like every spare second i have i’m wondering what they’re doing, thinking about our inside jokes, planning what i’ll say next, wondering what to wear to impress them next, planning how i’m going to work this funny story i want to tell them, etc. and i won’t be able to stop smiling whenever they’re around. the worst giveaway for me is when i can feel myself excessively talking to other people about them. and i can’t stop. it gives me something to think about that makes me happy. something that makes me happy to distract from usually the shitter things.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? i am a girl and i have really really short hair. i rock it. i also rock black nail polish

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? i hate coffee. so i usually order a white hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows. i’d trust anyone to order it for me. as long as they didn’t screw up and get me the white chocolate mocha, which has happened a few times

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now? alcohol. music! probbaly music before alcohol. i love music. cigarettes. and my phone

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Diary of Invisi Billy

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