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namjoonchronicles · 3 years

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↳ genre fluff, domestic, established relationship

↳ words 5.5k

↳ summary many forgot that when you marry someone, you marry their family too, at least that’s how Asian family is like

↳ warning that side of adulthood, lockdown because of pandemic, self-worth, over-sensitivity, pisces dude, married life conflicts

↳ song ariana grande ‘pov’

Just this morning you woke him up with ‘Daechwita’ blasting on his ear drums, dancing and prancing around the home gym in your spandex bra and sweatpants, rapping to every word he wrote, with more swag than ten Yoongis combined. Forehead glistened with sweat, rosy cheeks and more life in you than he ever had. He leaned by the door sill just watching in utter disbelief and renewed admiration to just how much you loved his music. It never gets old. But how the tables have turned, two minutes before midnight.

You’ve locked yourself in the bathroom, him leaning his back on the wall, speaking through the closed door, calling out for you.

“Talk to me. Please… Say something. Anything,” he puts his lips inches away from the door, covering his hand over his mouth to direct the sound towards you, hoping it would get through. Fat chance, but at least he tried.

Must be something in his drink last night for him to hear his own song even when he is sleeping, Yoongi thought. But he didn't drink last night? Yoongi pulled the duvet down his head, contorting his entire face and the blaring boom bass music, rippling through the miniature figure standees of famous baseball players he had lined up on the TV cabinet. The music was so loud, the pictures hung on the walls began rattling at each beat drop. Where is this music coming from??

Two seconds in, and the empty spot next to him spoke volumes. All answers were as clear as day.

Yoongi sat up on the bed, duvets pooled around his waist as he yawns loudly and his bed hair flopping on either side leans towards, some baby strands standing in all directions. He scratches his arms, neck and belly as he comes awake. Face puffy, eyes barely open, and cheeks as circle as they could be. He gathered the duvet to the side and pushed himself off to the edge of the bed while shoving his feet into his indoor slippers. He tried to fetch his phone from the bedside table and saw it vibrating on its own from the loud music.

"Better stop her before the neighbours come complaining…"

He waddles about the room lazily, dragging his feet, his arm reaching for the switch panel before he even arrives to have the curtain open and let the sun in. The automated curtain aligned and folded creases perfectly as it gathered itself to each designated side. The bed, the bed will be made up later after he advises his wife not to deafen the whole neighborhood with his albums and he could finally think.

The teal-colored walls that extended along the hallway of the house, decorated with wedding pictures, family pictures, his signed baseball jerseys, picture of his basketball days (the one he jumps for a slam dunk and especially proud of, you know the one), your graduation picture (with him professionally photoshopped in) and some lovely polaroids of your first unofficial date that he insists was official. More on that later. Yoongi walks pass this memory lane with a stern face, shooting glares ahead, marching in the direction of the music, which seems to be coming from the gym. What he saw was a petite figure, all hyped up, sweaty, holding up a water bottle to your lips like a microphone, mouthing his rap like it was your own. You saw him in the mirror reflection but instead of coiling away, shy, you spat his rap to his face with flaming confidence. Yoongi looks down with a shy smile, eyes turning small and polite, skin blushing pink with second hand embarrassment. His face is hot and your sweaty skin, hair plastered to your neck and forehead, in revealing spandex was not helping. Neither is your swag. He clamped his lips with his teeth while you pulled his arm so he would join you. He protested lazily but didn't resist as hard. He throws his head back, whining dejections but you couldn't care less.

"Are you making your own concert here? Plagiarising my songs?"

You heard him and grinned widely at the mirror. He folded his arms and watched you dance seductively and just as the rap got to the 'my tongue sends boys and girls to China' part, the music stops and he is no longer next to you but by the stereo and turning it off.

"Yoongi! I was working out!" "People are gonna come and complain…" "They know who you are…" "They know my name from you…"

Screaming underneath him, that's what he meant. You rolled your eyes at him. He passed you a face towel with a sheepish smile. Wiping your face with it, you watched Yoongi unplug your phone from the sockets. It reveals several missed calls from your mother in law, Yoongi's mom.

"Mom called…" "Really?"

You moved closer to him to see. Yoongi reads the message she sent you outloud and the colors drained down your face.

"What do I cook? What do I do? What does she usually have for lunch? OMG, I don’t know. Do we even have kimchis left? I hadn't restocked…" "She likes fried dumplings and soy garlic chicken stew… it'll be okay. She said she is coming around noon. It's just a little over 8 am… Go take a shower."

You scurried to the bathroom and did as told. Yoongi made the bed while he waited. He turns the cordless vacuum cleaner on but it beeped soullessly because it wasn't charged. He sighed. You always forget to charge them after using them. He opted for a broom and dustpan instead. Yoongi disappears into his home studio, to take the shampoo he had been using and after-shower lotion for you to use. He twisted the knob, knowing you wouldn't lock them when you shower. Knock on the glass door of the shower and told you to use them. You nodded, passing him a look over your shoulder but he was out as quickly as he entered. That cold, cold steely husband.

You stepped out of the shower wrapped in towels with your hair dripping wet, hurrying to the hairdryer to dry your hair. Yoongi walks in with nothing but a towel around his waist. He passes you a chaste kiss on the shoulder first, then your cheeks before he continues to unravel his briefs and showered as well. The water trickles down his face, neck and shoulders, cascading down his speckless back, over the bum of his ass and wetting his happy trails at the same time. He aggressively rubs water over his face, the tips of his hair appear darker as it gets wet. You dressed up in your oversized hoodie, a pair of jeans and red converse, hair tied up in a bun, grabbing your purse for a quick run to the store. If your mother in law is coming, the least you could do is cook an all korean cuisine, prep nicely on the table so she knows that her son was taken care of nicely. Giving her a lasting good impression was your core priority as of now. And Yoongi would have been more than happy to do the grocery for you but this time, just this once, you want to show him that you are dependable too.

If there is anything you learned from korean cuisine is that food is prepared meticulously like you would, a form of art. Everything is placed neatly on a plate, and wrapped tightly. Taste and looks must be perfect. Everything had a sequence. Tradition and culture shapes the good people of Korea to what it is today. And for Daegu native, Yoongi's deep accent and habits become one of the most significant traits that flags a Daegu representative. You are obsessed with getting it right. Although you mostly don't understand the heavy accents he tends to let slip out once in a while, you were expecting to guess the words as it comes. His accents are one of the things that you loved about him. Daegu dialects are strong, and oozing masculinity. They are often direct and unapologetic so it might be heard as harsh. You couldn't tell apart if he is cursing or if he is just plainly just talking about his day when his friends stop by. He caught you a few times, staring blankly at him when he blurted out dialects out of frustrations, and he laughed them off when you accuse him of lying to you about what the words actually mean.

With his mom stopping by, the dialects are going to be thick and you would probably stare blankly most of the time. Communications are limited and Yoongi had to come back and forth to translate some of them.

Korean cooking is not your forte. Let's put that out there, in the open for everyone to see and understand. You are not familiar with it, and although you love some of it, some just don't fit your taste buds. But Yoongi is a full blown Korean. You make adjustments here and there, but it's not like he is always around for you to cook them often. That's why your korean cooking skills deteriorated. Even simple things like choosing which mushrooms to cook with takes 10 minutes longer than it probably should. You went with your heart and took the one you saw first.

Yoongi came out from the baths to see an empty room. Your perfume wafts over his nostril and it tattles about your whereabouts. Just as he was about to investigate, his phone shrieked a calling tone. It was Jungkook. Asking for a chord. He sounds desperate and bored to death. Being a good friend, Yoongi speds to his home studio after clumsily putting on some white tee on top of a grey shorts, halfway through and sending him several chords the little guy could work with, then pulling the rest of the shirt down as it loads. He swore he didn't take long but he found you already changing your clothes and starting to chop things on the chopping board, sloppily. He knows that it was not you to do things sloppily so he offered to help sharpen the knives.

"Soy garlic stew?"

You chewed your lips at him as he asked and nodded. Anxiety was written all over you. Your hands were already so shaky, and that's why you couldn't hold the knife properly, aside from it being blunt. You turned to the sink and began chopping the scallions with another knife Yoongi handed you.

“There are some potatoes I bought in the paper bags, I brought the mushroom I am familiar with, I am not sure if it's the one used in the stew. What time is it already? Is this enough time to even cook the stew? The chicken hasn’t thaw has it? I am not going to have enough time… She is going to know that the dumpling is store bought and I am putting my pride on the line…” you spoke nonstop, didn’t even hear Yoongi if he was saying anything, which you assumed he was quiet, so you became annoyed and, “Why aren’t answering any questions I have??”

Yoongi stood there, with a blank expression, “You wouldn’t even let me talk…”

You answered your own questions, and he was here listening to everything, opening his mouth and closing it before any word could come out because you bulldozed him with words, as he dug out the potatoes you were talking about, as well as the mushrooms.

“I’m sorry, I watched the youtube video on making the stew on the way to the mart and it seems pretty complicated, but doable… I think that the ginger and garlic goes in first,” you paused and sighed, “It’s been awhile since I cooked a proper meal for myself. I don’t know if I had it in me to even do this anymore…”

That’s right. While Yoongi was always away from the last two years, his work trips extended from 3 months to a whole year, and while studying for your master’s degree, you opt for simpler food, just enough for you to get by the day with a filled stomach. Most of your time is dedicated to your studies and laundry. Stopping by Daegu was hardly done, and if anything, you would just send some gifts her way. It is pretty awkward between you and his mother; language barriers, interests, and principles. You didn’t notice when Yoongi was standing behind you, his hand was on top of yours, soothing over your knuckles and he hijacked the scissors from your hands gently.

And he whispered softly atop of your head, “I got this.”

Just like that, he took over kitchen duties and let you handle the simpler stuff like, putting the pot on the stove, fill water in it, skin the potatoes, chopped them into large cubes, unstub the capsicum, peel the skin off of the chicken, peel the garlic and ginger. Yoongi’s instructions are clear and easy to follow. After all the things are chopped and prepared, he hands the ladle to you.

Your eyes widen. And you shook your head. Stepping back. Yoongi clicked his tongue and chuckled through his nose. Coax you. But no, you stepped farther back. He then took your wrist gently and placed the ladle handle in your palm.

“Trust me?” “I trust you, it’s me I don’t trust.”

“I’ll help you every step. Let’s go. Have confidence!” “You’re the multi billionaire, I’m just the struggling degree student with a part time job.”

“You’re Min Yoongi’s wife.” “I find that hard to believe sometimes…”

With another scolding tut of his tongue, you conceded. With a heavy heart.

The chopped chicken pieces are placed in a boiling water pot, and when its reddish flesh turns white and is cooked, it is drained and washed underneath cold running water to remove impurities. You watched quietly as Yoongi cleans them with his capable hands. His veins protrude, extending well over his forearms. The tip of his fingers were pinker than the rest of his hands, and he smoothes over those nooks and crannies the chicken pieces have. As ridiculous as it may sound, you were quite envious of the fact that those chickens have his full attention now. Next, the carrots.

The carotene source is peeled and chopped in large size. Yoongi helped guide your hands over the handle of the knife, because he is pretty particular on how big he wanted those carrots to be.

“Isn’t that too large?” You asked him in a small voice. They are half the size of your thumb. “No, it’s just nice…” he replied in a low voice, his lips just behind your ear, “It has to be in the same size as the potatoes, so it will cook at the same time.”

Your bottom grazed over his front and he learns to just keep you sandwiched in between the counter and him, so it won’t turn to something else. He is just as anxious as you are with his mom coming. Therefore, the percentage of him turning frisky is zero to none. The onions come next. They are chopped in half and then into fours. Yoongi paused and braced himself for tear gas attacks only there was none. He asks where you bought those onions, and you replied, it was grown in your colleagues garden. They were given for free. And he comments,

“They should sell these, we will be their first loyal customer! It doesn’t sting!”

You laughed as you prepared the fruits you bought. It was rock melon and some papayas. You avoided buying tangerine because you know she will bring some from her hometown, knowing how much Yoongi loves them. Daegu’s tangerines are very sweet and plump. There is nothing like it. Yoongi sliced green onions for the stew and extra hot chili peppers because his mom likes them spicy. Then he prepares the mixture for the broth.

“Now watch,” he instructed you, “Soy sauce, rice wine, red chilli pepper powders, minced garlic, two cups of sugar, red pepper paste, sesame oil, pepper. Mix well.”

Yoongi prepared a pot and placed the cleaned chicken pieces in them, added potatoes, carrots and water with the mixture he made just prior. Then, boil. After the chicken is cooked thoroughly, he adds onions. Then the scallions. Then salt to taste. You prepared the oven and Yoongi carried the pot to it to keep it warm until his mom arrived. Dumplings were pan fried. That one was simple. His mom doesn’t like her beverages too sweet, a simple plain water is enough.

When all the food is done, you turn to him at the same time he did. Sweats rolling down his sideburns and his thin white shirt clinging on his skin like he ran a mile. You approached him with a huge smile, swept his hair back to reveal his forehead and dabbed your inner wrist to wipe away his sweat all around his face. He sniggers through his nose. Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, you can’t help but plant a kiss on them. Nuzzling your face on his neck, you draped your arm around his shoulder and mumbled, “Thank you…”

He leans his cheek on your head and kisses one side of your brain, before exclaiming that you both need another shower after cleaning up the kitchen and turning on the air humidifier to chase away the smell of cooking.

“How was the journey?” you chirped. “The weather is scorching hot, the sun is melting me away before I can meet my son,” Yoongi’s mom complained in a thick Daegu accent, and when she stepped in, she gave you a glance and straight away went looking for her precious son. As expected.

“He was just out of the shower, he will come soon, mother,” you said the last word awkwardly, it doesn’t really roll off your tongue as comfortably as it should. She replied to you with a dejected “Hmm.”

You blinked and cast your eyes downwards, then up again to change the topic, “...Let me take you some cold drink… it must have been a torture, to walk around in such hot weather,” you sped to the kitchen and grabbed her a cold water in a tall glass.

“Hello mom…” Yoongi revealed himself from the hallway, gave his mother a hug that you didn’t receive when she walked in. “It wasn’t torture when I’ve come to see my son!” She suddenly changed her words, now she is all bright and cheerful, and you disappeared from her sight completely unless Yoongi looks over to you and includes you in the conversation. That too, wasn’t permanent. Yoongi learned that his older brother’s wife is carrying a baby and Holly had been snuggling to her tummy at every chance she gets. The sight would have been adorable and they were able to take a picture of it so Yoongi’s mom excitedly showed them to Yoongi. They both are sitting on the sofa while you were in the kitchen scooping up cooked rice into bowls of three.

“This sofa is new isn’t it? I didn’t see it the last time I was here,” his mom asked. “Yes, yes… do you like it?” Yoongi said and said you chose them. Then her enthusiasm dissipates. “I like it better without one. Now it’s too westernized,” his mom’s lips turned lopsided, continuing, “Did you know that hanging your legs down will disrupt the blood flow up to your brain? We better sit down on the floor when we eat, too…”

Yoongi prepared a Japanese folded table and pushed aside the coffee table that was there. Everything you’ve prepared on the dining table was moved to the Japanese one. When everything is set, you and Yoongi wait for his mom to start eating before you both do. It’s tradition. Even between man and wife, the older one begins eating first. Yoongi sips the stew and then you begin scooping the stew into your bowl. You were the only one eating mostly with a spoon instead of chopstick since you aren’t too accustomed to it. Yoongi’s mother said in a joking tone that you should start using the training chopstick used by toddlers.

Why are you extra sensitive today? She was just joking, but smiling is so hard right now. Your cheeks feel heavy and your shoulders stiffened. Yoongi carried the rest of the conversation effortlessly. The deep Daegu accent is already shifting your attention towards the fried dumpling instead. It was just a little over 45 minutes since she arrived, why does it feel like days?

“Dumplings, mother?” You chirped, attempted to use the chopstick and successfully landed them in her bowl.

Then she puts them back where they were, and said, “I don’t eat store-bought dumpling, darling,” before resuming to tell Yoongi the story about her neighbour getting into a real estate feud. You hold your breath in your throat and try not to think about it too much. Although you’ve finished your bowl of rice, Yoongi still hasn’t. He was busy nodding away to what his mother was saying. She barely touched the stew. When she turned to her food, you tapped Yoongi’s knee underneath the table and he looked at you wide eyed, darting at the stew. And Yoongi’s lips turned to the shape of an “O”.

“How do you like the stew, mom?” He asked. “It’s okay…” “My wife made it…” Yoongi said with a smug smile.

You smiled, shyly.

“It tastes exactly how Yoongi would cook it. I thought you cooked it, I know how horrible her korean cooking is, Yoongi… You don’t have to lie to me,” his mom passed.

After bidding her farewell at the door, Yoongi accompanied her to his brother’s incoming vehicle that fetches her. His brother made a promise to stop by when the baby arrives and when the Covid cases reduce a bit. You watched from the window from your bedroom and when the car drove off with Yoongi waving goodbye to his mom, your heart thudded differently.

Your eyes stung, and tears impending to fall as it collected around the brims. As you heard the front door beeping open to Yoongi returning, your feet dashed to the bathroom door, pushing it open as your tears rolled down your face like a dam broke.

Sensitive? Too soft? Was I too emotional? Am I not trying hard enough to be enough?

Yoongi walks in, to an eerily silent house. Ridding his shirt by pulling it over his head as he walks down the dimly lit hallway. His heavy footsteps heard across the floorings and you covered your mouth with your hand to not make any sound. He noticed that the bathroom light was on unlike the rest of the room.

“You’re showering alone? Traitor…” he pouted and wriggled the door knob and noticed it was locked from the inside. “I have a stomach ache,” you hoped you sound convincing. Your voice didn’t sound as shaky and you hope he didn’t catch on. “Okay…” he said, after a long pause. You turned the shower on to reduce the sound of you crying, and went back to sitting on the floor by the door, dug the heels of your palm into your eyes socket, and hugged your knees, sniffling.

“Hey…” his voice muffled through the door. “Hmm?” you replied, through a broken smile.

“Are you okay?”

Another dam broke.

Shit, I’ve started crying again. Why can’t I stop crying?! He is going to find out now… Fuck.

“Talk to me. Please… Say something. Anything,” he puts his lips inches away from the door, covering his hand over his mouth to direct the sound towards you, hoping it would get through.

“Was it mom? She says something you don’t like? You know how mom is, right? She doesn’t mean any of it…” now it’s Yoongi’s turned to bulldoze you with questions he himself answered.

Unable to take it anymore, you had to speak out, even if it means behind closed doors.

“I know she doesn’t like me as a daughter-in-law…” you spoke in broken voices. “Nonsense…” Yoongi passed, nonchalantly.

“No, will you please just listen to me?!” you raised your voice a bit, “I am not like your brother’s wife who cooks great Korean food, who sends her nice homemade desserts to her likings, and now is bearing a grandchild for her. I can’t cook, and had to rely on you a lot. She came over and she didn’t give me a hug like she did you, and the whole she doesn’t even speak to me unless I speak to her first, and even then, she shuts me down so I couldn’t say another word. I can’t even use a damn chopstick or make homemade dumplings she’ll eat!”

It’s Yoongi’s turn to lean his back on the door and hug his knees, then hang his head low.

“Suddenly the sofa is too westernized. And the glass doors letting in too much sunlight when I renovated it the way she wanted. It seems like everything I do is wrong and I just have no place in the Min’s household no matter how hard I try,” you sniffed, and, “To make matters worse she brought up the girlfriends you had in high school and how they cook her favourite food! Girlfriends! Plural! Here I thought you only had one… Jokes on me, I guess… It’s fine, honestly.”

There's nothing more terrifying than the word ‘fine’ you threw when you’re sad and Yoongi knows it. It signifies so many things. It indicates that you’re done, and you’re ready to let go of it, by shoving it under the rug like many other things your mother in law did to you ever since you met her. Yoongi shot his head up when the door opened and his eyes followed you in silence, a little solemn. You dried your hair, sitting on the makeup chair table, running the cool air Dyson hairdryer over the lengths of your hair. Yoongi crawled on all four and knelt behind you to hug your waist, nuzzling his face on your lower back. Then the tears returned, and kept falling.

Your gaze is stuck on the reflection of you in the mirror. What have we become?

It was one of those moments where no words seemed to suffice. Regrets and guilt becomes almost the same thing. Pointing the blame is the last thing on your mind. Choosing sides is difficult when so much is at stake. You may have unclasped his arm from around your waist, heard his wordless gesture and refused to see his face, but so much of him is in you. The fact you held on for so long was because of that man you love and married. Is this going to happen everytime your mother in law stops by?

Even then, you didn't want him to go against his own mother, nor do you want him to side with her… It was such a confusing situation.

Yoongi needs to return to the studio. He packs a few toiletries and clothes for him to wear while he is there. You helped him pack leftover food so you are not burdened to finish everything alone. The conversation shifts to what matters now. You carry your duty as a wife, his partner. You make sure that he is able to provide for this family and even though your emotions are once again neglected for the time being, you were glad that it actually occupied your mind and heart.

At the door, his manager carried his things and instead of leaving along with his manager, Yoongi told him to go first. You already know what comes next. But you aren't sure if you had it in you. One look in your eyes and Yoongi knows that you will rather die than have that conversation all over again. He ran his finger through your hair, lowered his lips to your forehead and stayed like that for awhile, and you said,

“Take care of yourself,” you spoke to his chest, breathing in his musky cologne for the days ahead without him. He stepped back, thumbed your cheek and pinched your chin, tilting your head back. He glanced at your lips while biting his own then backed away, to leave. As the view of his back got smaller and smaller, he exclaimed, “I’m going.” Not once did he turn behind to have one last look. And it was something Yoongi would do. Doesn’t matter if it's at the airport, or at the backstage, he will never look at you after he leaves you, even when he knows you’re right there standing, and looking at him. He says that, if he saw you standing there waiting for him, he will not be able to fight the urge to run to you. So he never looks back. The one thing that he always does before a work trip, is to kiss your forehead. Dr. Laurel Steinberg says, a forehead kiss indicates strong emotional intimacy.

But Yoongi says that a forehead kiss to him signifies a bond that goes beyond lust and love, it was your soul. It is to say, “I might be too far away to hold you, but my soul is yours.” It sends butterflies and confettis your way when he does it. It always feels warm and you always feel protected with a stamp of Yoongi’s lips on your forehead. It feels like a talisman. That no matter what, Yoongi is here.

Recovery. The emotional turmoil, the rollercoaster. You fill your time organizing the photos Yoongi took. With your final exams finished a week ago, you’re given a month off before you begin your final year. Yoongi now lives in his studio office because the album recording session begins and he is in every process. He is in charge of doubling and finalizing the tracks, directing and whatnot. Yoongi sends you a 1 minute 23 seconds video. Scowling at it, your face softened at the sight of him, recording himself in the studio. Dark circles doubled in size and his cheeks sunken. Poor thing hadn't been eating well did he?

“Hey, sweetie…” his familiar guttural voice resonated with your heart strings, “Sorry I haven’t been able to properly give you a call. It’s too late when I’m free, and I’m asleep when you’re awake. So I figured I’ll just send you a damn video, to hell with it.” You chuckled softly as your visions turned blurry.

“I think I will be addressing the recent issue we tucked away for later day. It’s later. You have never been good at fighting for yourself. It was something I don’t really understand because I’ve seen you fight my fight for me,” he glanced to the side and smiled fondly. You were unclear what situation he was talking about but you kept listening.

“You told me that I shouldn’t side with you because that would mean I am against my mother. Here’s what I truly think…” he breathed in and sighed loudly, “I think I should side with you. I spoke to my mom a few days ago, asked her how she is, and I told her several things I don’t like, like bringing up my past ex girlfriend, or how you can’t use the chopstick yet, or how your korean cooking isn’t great yet… how upset it made you and me. She told me that she was just jealous. I left home when I was 16. Come back when I am 20, married at 25. I will always be her son, I let her know that. But I am now someone’s husband, and I happen to cherish this someone, her heart and her wellbeing is my responsibility. I am not stolen from my mom, I consciously chose this person to be with me, to be her husband and built a home with her. And if she can’t respect that, then she cannot return to our house…”

You had to set the phone down and wipe your tears with the back of your hand.

“I’m done being a referee,” Yoongi continued after a long pause, “You’re gonna cry again, and I won’t be able to pass you tissue or give you a hug, I hope you understand what I’m trying to say. I am proud of you and all the little things you do. Daegu dialect is difficult to understand ha? That’s alright. You’re getting your degree, and you help pack my things even though you’re sad as hell the day I left. I couldn’t… I couldn’t ask for a better wife, and I hardly think I deserve you. Until we meet again, soon. Your husband, Min Yoongi.”

The video cuts to him winking.

Another text from him,

[Yoongi, 1.03AM] Impression is never permanent. I hope you give mother another try…

Wife is typing...

[Wife, 1.04AM] Erm. [Wife, 1.04AM] Sends a pic.

[Wife, 1.05AM] How’s this for a lasting impression?

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wheeier · 3 years

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trust me

summary: steve coming out to you as bisexual :)

warnings: fluff !! nervous steve, maybe emotional reader bc that would be me

i got teary-eyes writing this but yeah anyways

bisexual!steve harrington x fem!reader

steve had been thinking about it for three months now. at first he didn't believe it – thinking it's not real and he's just insane, because all he know is boys like girls, and girls like boys. poor boy doesn't even know that the word bisexual actually exists. but after robin came out to him as lesbian almost a year ago, maybe the feeling he has was right this entire time. he isn't crazy as he think he is.

steve decided to talk to robin about the situation, since she knows better about this than anyone else.

"i just don't know why you won't tell her," robin says as she puts phoebe cates' standee in place, scrunching her face at her friend, who was visibly stressed out about the current situation. "(y/n) obviously loves you and will accept you no matter what. hell, she's like, head over heels for you. anyone can tell if they see you two together." she finishes as she walks near the boy.

steve lets out a huff, "i know she loves me, i do too. but i'm still scared." he says quietly, thinking anyone would hear, although they were about to close the store and no one was around except them two.

"that's fine. you know, i was so afraid to tell you about me, too. but you've gained my trust, dingus. and you're stuck with me for life." robin pats his shoulder as a way of her saying that his feeling is totally valid and also a way of her saying thank you.

trust. it's a big word for steve. he had trusted so many people in his life, but most of them betrayed and hurt him. he already lost the person he once truly loved and trust, nancy wheeler. it hurt him so much, like someone took his glass heart and dropped it, stomped on it, destroyed it in a thousand pieces.

he doesn't know if he can handle it if he loses you too.

"i'm just- what if she gets upset? what if she runs away?" steve turned his head to robin with a terrified face. "then it's her loss. you're an amazing person, steve. although you're a dumbass most of the time." steve lightly punched her shoulder, making her laugh.

"in all seriousness, just tell (y/n) what you feel when you're ready. i'm sure she won't do anything that would hurt you. i'm telling you she loves you more than anything you could ever think of."

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a week after that conversation with robin, he was finally sure about what he is and what he likes.

the phone ringing from the living room caught your attention right after you put the pancakes on the plate. "it's just 7 in the morning, who the hell calls this early?" you muttered to yourself.

he immediately felt bad when he heard your frustrated 'hello' on the other line. "babe, hey. good morning, i'm sorry if i interrupted you or anything." you smiled upon hearing his voice. "hey, it's fine, don't worry about it. what made you call this early?" you asked as you sat on the floor. "i..i need to tell you something, but not here on the phone. i wanna tell it in person." you could tell that his voice was mixed with seriousness and anxiousness, which made you assume the worst.

"oh, okay. um.. are you gonna come here? i just made pancakes, i know you love those." you suggested, glancing back at the table as the smell of the pancake filled the house.

steve agreed and told you he would be there in a few minutes so you prepared breakfast for him and prepared some orange juice.

as expected, steve came ringing the doorbell and you fixed your hair a bit before opening the door. you half-expected him to look smiley and happy, but it was different. you stepped aside to let him in and shut the door.

"what is it that you wanted to tell me?" you said calmly, almost comforting that made steve melt. you brushed a strand of his hair away from his face and rest your hand on his cheek. "can we..sit?" he mutters quietly and you nodded.

you intertwined your fingers with his and dragged him to the kitchen where his favorite breakfast lays. he sat beside you, not saying any words. his heart was beating so fast and he's sure that you can practically hear it.

"everything okay?" you asked after putting the pancakes on your plate. you were starting to get nervous, thinking it's really that serious. "how..where do i even begin with this.. uh.." steve started mumbling to himself, you placed your hand on his forearm, letting him know that he can trust you.

steve let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "you know you can tell me anything, right? whatever that is, you can trust me." he stared into your eyes, searching for any hint of lie – but there weren't any.

he slightly nodded before looking around but you. "i like you, i mean, of course i do, you're my girlfriend. jesus, uh.. you know i love you, right?"

"yeah," your voice was quiet, unable to speak clearly because of the loud beating of your heart, but at least he admitted that he actually loves you. "yeah. of course."

steve took a deep breath, having the courage to look at your eyes. "before i say it, if you get mad i totally get it, but i hope you won't be. i just, don't wanna lose y-"

"steve?"

"-yeah?"

"just get to the point, please. i promise i won't be mad." you gave him a reassuring smile, and he returened you one.

"promise?"

"promise."

there was a few seconds of silence before he speaks again. "..i like girls. and.." he started, and you made a confused face. "and..i'm pretty sure i'm attracted to..guys, too." his voice trails off but you were able to catch it. he started to panic when you didn't say anything.

he looks down on his palm, picking his nails like he used to when he's anxious. "robin said it's called bisexual, at first i didn't know what it means but now i'm sure that i am that. and i've been thinking about that in the last three months but i didn't know how to tell you, because.. i was scared that you will leave me," his voice almost broke and when he had the courage, he looked back into your eyes. "but just know that i love you so much and if you don't love me anym–" he was interrupted with your hug, slowly letting out a sob which made him worry.

"(y/n)?" he was relieved when you looked up with a smile, sniffing as you let go of him. "sorry, this should be your moment, i just got carried away." you slightly laughed as you wiped your tears. he didn't say anything, he just looked at you, waiting for an answer.

"steve harrington, what made you think that i would ever leave you?" you held his hands with yours, drawing circles using your thumb to help him relax.

"you're not-"

"mad? no, of course not." you shook your head in disagreement. "why would i be mad at you? in fact, i am so so proud of you," you rest your hands on either side of his cheeks, his eyes still wide. "i know it's hard for you to do this but you did it, you're brave, and.. that's one of the things why i love you too." the tears went back to your eyes, "and i am glad that you did this, it means so much to me because i know that you trust me."

you sniffed, then let out a shaky breath. "i have no reason to be mad at you, steve. there's literally no reason. nothing will change. i'm still (y/n), your girlfriend and you're still steve, the love of my life and the one i would marry someday." steve smiled at your words and was about to make a joke about it, but stopped himself because he doesn't wanna ruin the moment.

"you became true to yourself and accepted it. there's nothing wrong with that." at this point you didn't care about the tears in your eyes, because he was crying too.

when he didn't say anything you just wiped his warm tears and pulled him for a hug, which he returned this time. "i love you so much, steve. more than anything you could ever think of."

his mind recalls the time when he talked to robin — when she said the same exact thing, and she was right.

"me too. i love you."

you were the first one to pull away from the hug that seemed like hours. "hey, stop crying now because i'll cry even more. i'm an emotional mess, remember?" you both laughed at your comment as he wiped your tear-stained cheek. you were glad to hear his laugh again, that laugh that you always admired. "okay." he chuckles as he nods, wiping his own tears too.

he turned to the table, ready to eat the now-cold pancakes you made. you remembered he even said that it doesn't taste the same if it wasn't you who cooked it.

once you both finished eating breakfast and cleaned the table, you headed back to the living room, prepared the movie ferris bueller's day off and he sits beside you, lower than usual so that your chin reaches the top of his head. you notice him look up at you, so you tilted your head down to see. "what?" you grin.

steve quirked an eyebrow, remembering your words from earlier. "so you're gonna marry me someday, huh?" he teased, but he knows you were serious. "no, actually. that was just for show." you rolled your eyes jokingly while a smile was visibly showing on your lips. "of course, dummy. there's no other person in the world that i would want to marry but you." when he smiled, you planted a kiss on his forehead before continuing to watch the movie.

you wrap your arm around his shoulder as you brush his hair with your other hand and not even an hour yet, he was already sound asleep in your arms.

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heathneycanon · 3 years

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reasons why phobia factor fucking slaps

ok this lowkey just turned into me rambling abt phobia factor while i rewatched it. putting it under a read more bc it’s super long lmao

like, the entire first five minutes are the campers being friendly to each other?? and vulnerable, to a degree??? you know i love that shit

courtney and trent?? talk to each other?? like. okay they’re never in the same frame together unfortunately, but they do have like, two whole back and forth conversations.

also in that campfire scene at the beginning, cody and trent are sitting next to each other and there are some. good screencaps

“exSQUEEZE me?!” like cody. ur such a dork omfg

duncan vulnerability hours

lindsay asks what a standee is and trent explains it and doesn’t mock her/isn’t annoyed with her at all, in contrast to a lot of the other campers interacting with lindsay. i love them as friends SO much u all have no idea

harold’s little scene with the ninjas. i love him sm. why does he have nunchucks with him when he goes to the bathroom??

leshawna is afraid of spiders and she runs away screaming from. chef wearing a spider suit??? like i don’t love spiders but if a man i knew wearing a spider costume was calmly walking toward me i wouldn’t react the same way as i would to a real spider. anyway i think this is hilarious.

season one heather vulnerability hours.....

i mean, i really wish they’d actually shown her talking abt her fear at the campfire, rather than just having it told by gwen in the confessional, but i get why they did that. regardless that one scene right before the sumo wrestler charges at her where she’s literally shaking.... i want to give her a hug

side note i hope the sumo wrestler is okay he hit his head quite a few times

ok so. trent accidentally leaving gwen buried underground because he’s getting chased by a mime isn’t like. a sweet gwent moment. but it is one of their interactions that i remember most vividly from tdi lmfao

what is a cute gwent moment is trent like. kneeling next to her while chris is burying her. and the face he makes at chris when he jokes abt not digging her up..... i love them sm

also gwen sounds so fucking dramatic when they close the box she’s in like. “goodbye cruel world” gwen ur being buried for 5 minutes ur not dying sdfjlafskj i love her

duncan hyping dj up before he picks up the snake is so cute?? like he’s clapping for him and he’s got what i call “adorable duncan face” which is where his eyes are full circles and he’s smiling. i can remember him making this face at courtney, dj, and alejandro throughout the series and it’s just. ugh loving soft duncan hours

“ah! it blinked” “it means she likes you” sadie where are u getting this information

okay so i googled if this was true and the result i got was “snakes can’t blink” so first of all i have no clue where sadie pulled that fact from and i have even less of an idea of where chris got that fucking. blinking snake from. is that even a snake??

when dj picks up the snake and they all hype him up?????? i love the killer bass so much it’s unreal

more cute gwent moments... gwen and trent talking on the walkie talkies.. they’re so cute

when the mime pops up behind trent and he does that little scream.... it’s loving trent hours u guys

trent is so bothered by a mime literally just. being a mime. me too trent. me too.

duncan and the celine dion music store standee.... everything abt that scene

"DUDE SHE’S MADE OF CARDBOARD” tyler i love you

courtney genuinely saying that it’s okay if he can’t do it (when she was being harsh to dj about the snake earlier..... duncney is so good in tdi u guys)

and then theY HOLD HANDS GUYSSSS IM SOFT FOR THEM

and THAT is what gives duncan the encouragement he needs to go for it?? they’re so good.

his “okay, okay” right before going for it... duncan’s voice acting is so good in this episode omfg

THE MUSIC THAT PLAYS WHEN HE HUGS THE STANDEE AND THEN EVERYONE CHEERING ITS SUCH A GOOD SCENE

THE DUNCNEY HUG

“duncan, you’re awesome!” and the look of shock on his face at both the fact that he did it and that courtney’s hugging him...... have i mentioned i love duncney yet?? bc i do

i can’t believe i used to dislike duncney omfg

then when courtney realizes that she’s hugging him and steps back jafksdfjlsa she’s so cute

and then the rest of the bass come over and hype duncan up more like. i love how supportive they all are in this episode!!

trent is so excited when he finally gets the mime to leave him alone fakjldjfl like he didn’t have to ROAST the dude. but he did.

chris somehow owns a remote control hail cloud?

lindsay getting excited about the “baby cloud” and calling it over?? she’s so cute omfg

trent fucking. hates geoff. gwent has geoffphobia in tdi ig

when they dig up gwen and she throws the walkie talkie at his head but he doesn’t stop smiling..... your honor i love them

owen and izzy getting out of the plane and kissing the ground together..... adorable.

cody with a fucking. watermelon on his head and covered in trash scares bridgette out of the woods. that will never not be funny to me

THAT ONE FUCKING SCENE. WHERE SADIE AND LINDSAY HYPE EACH OTHER UP. THAT MAY BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES IN THE ENTIRE SERIES. I LOVE THEM SM

the only bad thing abt this ep- tyler should have gotten the fucking point. he completed the challenge. i love courtney, but realistically, she should have gone home this ep and tyler should have stayed.

bridgette hyping tyler up...... im soft they should be friends

“quit being such a girl” courtney im sorry but the only reason you’re still in the game rn is because ezekiel made sexist comments in episode one. what are u saying lmfao

tyler and heather’s reactions to their fears rly make me think. bc like. most of the other campers have a more outward, loud reaction, maybe scream and run away. a couple are just a little wigged out. gwen gets a little snippy and is clearly super freaked out as well. but tyler and heather just. completely shut down. like, curled up in a ball, nonverbal, and shaking. makes u think.

why did cody need a calculator to figure out that the score was 7/3....... cody is canon lgbt+ bc he can’t do basic math without a calculator confirmed

also regardless of how little sense that made. at least that screencap gave us commie cody

when gwen starts trying to psych courtney out and heather like. gasps and looks shocked..... i like to think that heather feels a little bad for courtney here. heathney real.

duncan and bridgette hyping courtney up..... i love the killer bass so much omfg

courtney looks so sad when she walks away from the jelly.......

and then in the confessional right after?? she’s like. crying a little bit :( and she’s beating herself up abt it like..... :( courtney no

LITERALLY she’s like “how could i be so weak” “i deserve to go home” “you’re pathetic” (to herself) and then tells herself to show some confidence and then. she just starts crying again. and then slaps herself?? GOD I FUCKING LOVE COURTNEY SHE’S SO HARD ON HERSELF

owen just. hangin out in the tub of jelly. i love u, u wild dude. fuckin sit in that green jelly. loving owen hours

the little look that courtney and tyler give each other when they’re the last two without marshmallows..... half solidarity half “i don’t want to be the one going home”. i love them sm :(

i KNOW i said this earlier but. tyler should NOT have gone home this episode!!!!!! only bad thing abt this ep

all the fuckin chicken puns are a little bit funny tho

“he won’t be flying high tonight” bridgette chickens can’t fly

when courtney goes “okay, that’s enough” like. tyler’s not even there at this point but she’s defending him. maybe it’s because she still feels she should have gone home instead? maybe it’s because of that little bit of solidarity she felt for him when they were the final two without a marshmallow? maybe i’m reading too much into this? but idk. i think it’s sweet

okay no i have another complaint. what the fuck was the whole boat ride for tyler?? like when sadie gets eliminated the surprise she gets is that katie is on the boat. when tyler is on the boat, CRYING, after literally none of his teammates came to see him off, after he LITERALLY COMPLETED THE CHALLENGE BUT DIDN’T GET CREDIT FOR IT. the fucking. CHICKENS POP OUT?????? tyler deserved better

also some of the challenges were a lot easier, or at the very least, harder to fail than others this ep. i love it but come on. lindsay and sadie vs like. gwen vs owen and izzy vs dj. there were very different time limits, actual fright level, ability to back out once they were doing the challenge.... not a fair challenge

also uhm. if we’re being technical tyler and heather had the exact same reaction to their fears, so why did heather get a point and tyler didn’t? if the chicken had run at him, would he have won? smh

i do love this episode so much but. i had a couple complaints

okay finally lindsay’s little confessional to tyler where she blows him a kiss.... they’re so adorable lyler rights!!

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writing-and-bad-decisions · 3 years

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Clumsy Baby Crows

A Haikyuu Fanfiction

Words: 1352

Summary:

“Hurry up, he’ll be here any minute!” Yamaguchi urged.

“You’re out here stalling me, am I right?” Yachi averted her gaze.

“No…?”

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The Karasuno first years are causing trouble again, and Suga catches them in the act.

Note:

Salutations!

I was a bit "eh" with some sections of this story, but overall I think it turned out really fun! and I personally feel like I nailed the character's personalities pretty well. If you have any thoughts/comments/criticism, as always I would love to hear them!

Thanks!

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It was a beautiful morning as Sugawara walked through the school yard. Quiet and warm, with a cool, gentle breeze ruffling his uniform and the trees overhead. He was beginning to appreciate these kinds of mornings more and more as his time at Karasuno was coming to an end. He wanted to savour these moments and the peace they brought him. Enjoy the quiet forever.

Unfortunately that wasn’t possible, especially with a certain group of first years causing a ruckus. As he neared the clubroom, Kageyama’s voice from inside broke the morning silence.

“Hold it still!”

“I am holding it still!” Came Hinata’s frustrated reply.

“Well, hold it stiller then!”

“As always King, I’m taken away by your language skills.” Tsukishima deadpanned.

“Come on guys.” Yamaguchi pleaded. “Fighting got us into this mess.” Sugawara paused at the stairs, chuckling at the first year’s squabbling. It was times like this where he really felt like they were a bunch of baby crows, noisy and always finding ways to cause trouble. He supposed that made him the mother bird of the team. He smiled at the thought. He was just about to continue, when another voice cried out.

“Sugawara-san!” Yachi shouted as she sprinted over, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to catch her breath.

“Yachi, good morning.” He greeted. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes! Fine. Wonderful. Couldn’t be better!” She panted.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!” He gave her a long look, a little confused and concerned, before deciding that Yachi was just being as strange and awkward as usual, not that he didn’t find that endlessly endearing.

“Alright then,” He said, turning. “I’m going to go get changed.”

“You can’t!” She exclaimed, startling him.”

“Why not?”

“Because the… trees! Are looking lovely today!” She stammered. “Would you like to...come...look at them… with me? Over there… far away from here.” She trailed off, large eyes staring at him desperately.

“You’re not doing it right, you need to be mindful of the structural integrity.” Tsukishima said.

“I have no idea what that means!” Kageyama shouted. Sugawara frowned, turning his head to look between Yachi and the clubroom, and back again a few times. Then it clicked.

“What are the first years doing in the clubroom?” He asked. Yachi’s whole body tensed up.

“W-w-what? The club room? Nothing! I don’t even know what you guys do in there! How would I know? Do you guys… get changed or something? Haha, maybe!” She laughed nervously under his gaze, fiddling with the hem of her sports jacket.

“Hurry up, he’ll be here any minute!” Yamaguchi urged.

“You’re out here stalling me, am I right?” Yachi averted her gaze.

“No…?”

“Alright then.” He said. “I’m going to go into the clubroom. Unless you have any other objections?”

“No…”

Sugawara climbed the stairs and made his way towards the door, with Yachi following sheepishly. Inside, the four first years were on the floor, huddled around an object, though their bodies blocked it from his view.

“Come on guys, we need to fix this before Sugawara-san––”

“Before I what?” He interrupted. Hinata yelped, and the other first years jumped at the sound of his voice. They scrambled off the floor, hiding the object behind their backs before turning to face him. The guilt was written all over their faces.

“What are you hiding?” He asked, taking a step towards them.

“Nothing!” They said unanimously. Hinata quivered under his stare.

“Hinata?” He flinched, and after a moment revealed the object from behind his back. Sugawara lifted it from his outstretched hands. It was a photo frame–– scratch that–– it was a <em>broken</em> photo frame, one that had been a gift from Sugawara to the club. The glass pane has been smashed and hastily stuck together again with sticky tape, and the polished, wooden frame had an obvious dent in the side where the wood was splintering. The back standee had also snapped and been stuck back on with colourful, decorative tape, courtesy of Yachi he assumed. The photo, which had been a lovely group photo of the team, was absent, but a quick look around the room revealed it to be sitting on the shelf, noticeably ripped.

Sugawara looked back to the first years, who all had their hands bowed in shame. Tsukishima was looking uncharacteristically chagrined, as was Kageyama. Yamaguchi was red in the face, and Hinata looked like he was about to cry, as did Yachi.

“Did you guys break this?” He asked finally. They nodded solemnly. “How?” They shuffled nervously, glancing between each other.

“I broke it.” HInata admitted softly. “I knocked it over.” Kageyama sent a glare his way.

“Idiot, don’t take the blame. I pushed him into it.”

“Were you two fighting in here again?” Sugawara placed his hands in his hips, his accusation ending their short-lived squabbling and turning their eyes back to the floor. Tsukishima clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“I started it.” He confessed sharply, seemingly angrier with himself rather than the others. “I started their argument.” Sugawara turned to Yamaguchi, who had been quiet this whole time.

“Yamaguchi?” He flinched.

“I… I um… I ripped the photo trying to take it out of the frame… I’m sorry.”

“So let me get this straight. You broke the photo frame, and tried to fix it without me knowing?” They nodded. “Were you ever going to tell me?” There was a slight bitterness that he couldn’t keep from his tone. The whole situation hurt him a little bit. The photo had been a gift, one that the whole team had very much appreciated, and it brought him a lot of joy and satisfaction to see it on the shelf every morning. It was a constant reminder that, although he might not be on the starting line up, he was still a valued member of the team. So for them to have broken it carelessly, and then tried to hide it from him…

“We didn’t want you to be sad…” Hinata mumbled.

Sugawara’s eyes widened, and his eyes flicked back down to the broken photo frame, their messy effort a testament, not to their guilt, but to how much they cared. He looked back to them, taking the time to examine the five teenagers closely. They were embarrassed, and ashamed, but underneath that there was an anxiety. A fear, not for being reprimanded or shouted at by Daichi, but for his feelings. It was silly, but it warmed his heart, and looking at the remorseful first years, heads lowered and hands clutched tightly, he couldn't help compare them to a group of kindergarteners who had been caught scribbling on the walls. They were downright adorable, and he couldn’t keep up his scowl any longer. He laughed, and they glanced up at him in confusion.

“I appreciate you all trying to fix it, but it’s just a photo frame. I can buy another one, and I can just print another photo, so it’s not a big deal. Don’t try to hide this sort of thing from me, just be honest next time and tell me instead of worrying about it.” He smiled and gave Hinata a pat on the head, whose body instantly relaxed. They all breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Sugawara was no longer mad at him. He turned to Yachi.

“And Yachi.” She tensed up again, and he tried to smile reassuringly. “It’s very nice that you were helping them, but try not to get mixed up in their shenanigans.” He clapped his hands. “Well then, now that that’s sorted, you guys have practice to head off to.” With his dismissal, the five first years hurried out of the clubroom.

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Sugawara took the old frame home that afternoon, but he couldn’t bear to throw it out, not after his kouhai had put so much effort into fixing it up. So, he sat the patchy frame on his windowsill, mended photo and all, and seeing it when he woke up in the morning brought him a simple happiness and satisfaction. Another warm reminder that he was a valued member of the team.

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chimswae · 4 years

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BTS Caretaker CH11

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 2,741

- Author Note:I made double update today to make up to the missing weeks! ^^ i appreciate your feedback and comment, just drop in my ASK BOX :)

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Chapter 11

Journey back to his dorm feels like forever, the night skies were sombre and starless, and it seemed to mock Jin’s current state. He purposely walked slowly along the empty streets in hope he could eliminate these unimportant worries in him.

When he was first brought into the company, he had zero knowledge and skills. Even though, it was indeed true skills can be shaped over times, but it was not an easy journey for him. He worked extra hard to make himself worthy in the group. Some may find it was ridiculous to scout him and turned him into one of possible Bangtan’s members.

Jin never missed a day excreting his sweat and tears, singing at the top of his lung, dancing his heart out just to ensure he is worth to be called as Bangtan’s members. His visual alone was not enough, he needed more.

Daesang awards were huge for them and up until now they still could not believe how this thing could happen overnight. They worked their ass off for years, not they wanted to brag and claimed they were better than other idols out there. Different people has different struggle in life. Each of the members has their own struggle too, including him.

He’s aware of the hatred thrown to them over the years, but the support from Armys manage to cover that up. Jin smiled to himself at the memories that he shared with the members and Armys. He would never get tired performing on stage, something that he would do forever.

His attention shifted to a store across the road. Absentmindedly, he crosses the road with a wide grin plastered across his face, there stood huge Bangtan’s standee in their Puma’s outfits. To be frank, he was proud of their achievement. Sometimes, it fascinated him to see their faces everywhere in the city.

It was too much to be called as a dream.

It was real.

“You did great” he whispered under his breath, and he took few more minutes to stare blankly at the standee in front of him. It felt like they had fulfilled the impossible in life.

Tapping his finger on the glass where his standee stood handsomely “You never cease to amaze me Kim Seokjin, good looking as always” he complimented.

When it came to self-compliment, Jin knew the drill.

It somewhat helped him to go through rough times in life, a little self-confident that is all he needed. Then, he would face even the hardest hurdles in life without any single whine.

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Pinching the bridge of her nose to ease the ache, Seul sighed tiredly, scanning the now organized place with a wide grin “That took me forever!” she stretched a little. Unlike yesterday, she went a little later than usual, because she had to serve an early shift considering Wongeun is out of town for a week.

Checking every nook and cranny of the place, Seul entered that one room which she hated the most, Jin and Suga’s room. As irrelevant as it might sound, the room alone sent tingle down her spine. It brought back to that day when Yoongi and her just.. let’s stop it there. How it was not easy for her to just ignore this thought away, but they were talking about a kiss that they shared. Unintended kiss.

Seul walked pass Yoongi’s room and went straight to Jin. Crouching down in front of the cages where he kept Odeng and Eomuk, Seul decided to feed those two little not so innocent creatures. If it weren’t for them, the thing with Jimin would not happen.

Speaking of Jimin, it rendered her speechless. The topic of Jimin and Yoongi are something that she wanted to avoid for the rest of her life.

“Let’s eat Odeng-ie.. Eomuk-ie…” said Seul gleefully. Setting the food on floor, she sat down cross legged while her fingers fiddles with the lock. As soon as she unlocked the cage, the two siblings sprinted out happily and went straight to their source of happiness.

Seul strokes the top of Odeng head with her finger softly not wanting to scare it away “Eat well, you are so adorable” she giggled.

She then plugged her buds and tuned to some random songs like RM’s Mixtape whom she chose to ignore at first but only to fail her. It was not easy to completely ignore good songs especially Bangtan Sonyeondan’s songs. She had to admit this one fact that they were genius including Min Suga. The honesty in the songs that they produced gave life to her dull self. Guess, their songs are becoming Seul’s main therapy.

Letting out small chuckle, she watched the siblings fought for food and went around and round like a happy kid “It must be less hassle for animal like you. You have nothing to worry off, only to survive in this harsh world. That is not until you find the best owner that can love you without boundaries, then you are set to go” she whispered, giving Eomuk’s small head a soft pat.

After spending for good 30 minutes monitoring Odeng and Eomuk , Seul decided to call it a day, keeping them back into the cage. “We will play again tomorrow, I hope your Jin daddy would not be mad at me. Don’t tell him” she giggled.

Tapping her hand together, she rose up leaving the room silently. To her surprise, she was welcomed by the dark room. Seul tilted her head in confusion “Did I turn off the light? I don’t remember doing that” scrutinizing the room to find any sign of soul inside.

Seul turned her heels to serve the food that she cooked earlier on the table, the boys would be back anytime. With a light heart, she hummed to Bangtan’s songs while keeping her hand busy until everything is arranged perfectly.

A loud bam coming from the front door surprised her, Seul cursed mentally knowing what might come to her. Will she face another nonsense moments with one of the members again? Screw this, meaning it was a sign for her to leave immediately without them knowing. However, it was rather weird that she didn’t catch any commotions from the front considering how loud the boys could be sometimes.

It was a long silent only sound of light footstep could be heard across the room.

Her eyes eyed her stuff that lied helplessly at the corner of the room, thankfully it was away from prying eyes. Stealthily, Seul made her way without making any sound so she could leave instantly. As she was about to gather herself again and flee from the scene, her ears perked up, those sound of soft sob drew her attention from her stuff.

Who is crying? Her brows knitted together. Seul got up, bailing her earlier plan to escape. She was more interested in finding the source of that soft voice. To her, it sounded broken and for an odd reason her heart clenched in pain.

Her heart pounded as she searched for the owner of the sad sob. Due to the darkness in the room, she didn’t even realize the soft thing beneath her “Oh my god, im s-“her eyes shot open upon her skin made contact with the thing there.

His head was buried in his knees turning him into a fragile kid who feared the darkness.

Jin head snapped at the friction, and he looked at Seul with confused look. Even in the darkness she could see his eyes glistening with tears, something told her, he was indeed broken inside. “Who…are you…” in comparison to her encounter with Jimin, this one with Jin was rather calm. Most probably Jin was more mature and think a little rationally, she supposed.

His voice was raspy and gruffy, and Seul continued to stare at him in confusion and concern. He was supposed to flip out or scared at least because after all he found a stranger in the same room as his. Why would he act all calm and alright? Could Yoongi or Jimin told everyone about her existence? That could be it judging from Jin’s ignorance.

“Are you urm alright?” Seul inquired timidly.

Jin nodded slightly as his kept his meaningful gaze making Seul recoiled in her stance “You are Mrs Hwang’s daughter?” Jin mumbled. “I think I saw you before, that eyes” his lips were pressed into thin line trying to recall the memories.

“I don’t remember meeting you” she blinked.

He shifted, and even his little movement got her nervous. Seul stared blankly at Jin’s hand, he held out his palm to her direction as if like an offer but what was that for again. She hesitantly reached her right hand to his warm one, and Jin’s strong grip almost knocked her down.

Using Seul weight as a support, he pushed his body up, standing straight with a soft sigh.

“Never mention this to other” he warned.

“I..dont have any intention on telling anyone. Urm.. I will probably just go” she pulled her hand away from Jin’s grasp. Now she missed the emptiness and warmth that she felt earlier. Why was she like this? Was she that desperate for a touch?

Nothing came from Jin, so she took the cue to walk away before anyone else appeared and she didn’t want to be cornered by the group. This was not the time to be investigated. He reached around and took hold of her wrist gently but firmly causing the girl to turn her body again facing Jin “Can I have a cup of hot tea?” he blurted out.

Seul was losing her words, first Jin was too beautiful and secondly the words coming from his mouth alone got her heart flipping weirdly here and there. Crazy Ji Seul.

“Su..re…I will get it for you” she coughed softly, slowly slipping away. She could feel his gaze throw daggers through her head. Was he always that calm? However, he looked like he was over all shits in life. Did something happen to him? Where were others?

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The atmosphere was rather awkward, glancing over the man across her, Seul mentally complimented Jin’s visual. It was her first time seeing him up close, so it was fascinating to see the popular guy who became a talk of town due to his overflowing charms. She had to agree that Jin is dashing and super good looking.

Jin took a long sip from his hot tea, it helped to comfort his heart.

Finally breaking the silence, Jin let out an exhaust sigh garnering Seul attention “So are you a fan?” he looked up meeting her bewildered stare.

“Mmm.. not really? I listen to your songs though” she replied abruptly.

“Are you sure you are not a sasaeng?” he raked his fingers in his hair not breaking the contact with Seul. Jin was studying her diligently, since he only heard the story from Yoongi and Jimin. He had no choice but to believe Yoongi’s theory. When he first heard it from Jimin few days ago, Jungkook and him was shocked that it matched Yoongi’s story. Leaving them with no choice, they decided to trust Jimin and Yoongi, therefore just like that the rest of the members were being informed about this Mrs Hwang daughter situation. Well, minus their managers of course.

The boys decided to take this matter in their own hands. If what Seul told them was the truth, then what choice did they have. The caretaker ahjumma had been awfully nice to them, the least they could do was to seal the secret away from their managers and Bighit.

Depending on the root of the story and it validity, of course.

“Do I look like that ‘oppa please notice me juseyo~’ kind of girl” Seul mimicked a fangirl voice and rolled her eyes.

The corner of his lips was tugged into a small smile “It is too much a coincidence that you are the caretaker ahjumma’s daughter, how can we trust you?” he pressed.

“That is up to you, I am here to do my job as requested by my mother. And if it weren’t for her, I would not be here invading your so called personal space. I think I explained to that Suga guy and some weird guy who go around the house shirtless” she stopped, hissing under her breath for spouting nonsense in front of Jin.

“Weird guy who wander around the house shirtless? What exactly happened to you and Jimin?” he raised his brows with a deep frown.

Seul flustered “Nothing. I thought he told you everything considering the first thing that came out from you was ‘Are you Mrs Hwang’s daughter?’. Didn’t rude Suga tell you everything?” she snorted hoping Yoongi would not reveal the kisses.

“ Rude Suga” Jin shook his head in disapproval, “That is offending me Miss Mrs Hwang’s daughter” he exclaimed.

“Heol, I admired your strong bonds with Suga” she looked at him disbelief. Then the table turned silent again, as they were deep in their own thought trying to decipher things around them. On the other hand, Jin was too exhausted to start another mouth fight. For now, he trusted her seeing how she acted. Seul was definitely not a fan or worse sasaeng fan.

Seul cleared her throat easing the awkwardness “So, what happen back then?” she chewed her lower lips.

Not expecting the question from Seul, Jin face felt and now he returned to his sombre self “That one..i am having that moment where my mental shut down by its own. It is unavoidable and make me feel shitty. I feel like I have achieved something in life, but it still fails me” he murmured.

“Whatever happen to you, remind yourself that no pain comes without a purpose. You just have to move on from what is hurting you, yet don’t you ever forget the things that it taught you. Jin-ssi, just because you are struggling doesn’t mean you are failing. Every great success that you achieve now is a worthy struggle for you. Then, you realize that the hurdles that you face is not found on the path, it is the path itself. Do not be afraid to get up again and to try. I know you are worthy to be in Bangtan. Everyone does.” She exhaled softly.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and the lecture began to sound like a melodious music to his ears. Jin stared at her wide eyes as if it was some kind of joke that this person whom he just met could read through him like an open book. He found the strength to smile again afterwards which flustered Seul. She will never get used of Jin’s good look, it was dazzling.

“That takes my breath away..Mrs Hwang..mm?” before he could continue with the long nickname that he gave her, Seul blurted “It is Seul. Ji Seul” she smiled awkwardly.

“Seul..” he hummed with a shy smile.

“It is like you could read through me, thank you for that. I appreciated it Seul-ssi” he stretched out his hand to the cup direction, taking a short sip from it again while eyeing Seul. He remembered now where they first met. It was the elevator girl looking confused and broken. So, that was her.

“I need to go back, it is late. I don’t want to cause any uproar when the rest came in. This maybe probably our first and last meeting Jin-ssi. I will perform my job under the radar from now on” she professed.

Jin flinched upon hearing her random blabbered, Seul got up from her seat bowing politely “There are food for everyone, urm except for Suga” she patted her lips and scolded it making the older guy chuckled.

“I didn’t mean to sound bias but he…nevermind. I will take my leave now” she rubbed her neck, gathering her stuff and exited the area before she made fun of herself in front of him. Her steps came to a stop halfway to the living room, and without turning back to Jin “And, Jin-ssi.. Remember before anything, to be yourself and love yourself. It is the recipe to happiness” Jin tilted his head staring at her back with genuine smile. There was astounding power flowing in this room the likes of which he had never felt before.

“We will meet again for sure Ji Seul”

#btsfic #btsfanfic #bts fanfiction #bts series #jeon jungkook x oc #yoongi x oc #jin x oc #kim seokjin x oc #bts x oc #bts idolau #bts fic #bts romance #yoongi fluff #jungkook fluff #min yoongi x oc #jimin x oc #btscaretaker

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mxliv-oftheendless · 5 years

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Black Dahlia (Chapter 2)

So wow, um, people actually like this? Wow. I mean I was going into it hoping people would like it, but I just always get so flattered when I learn people like my stuff. So thank you all! Please enjoy Chapter 2!

Heather had to admit—she was impressed.

From what she had heard, KISS had designed the sections of the park themselves, and she could see some of the park as the Mystery Machine pulled into the parking lot. Specifically, the huge statues of them holding up a globe that was no doubt in the center of the park. She had to give a smile and shake her head at that—KISS really never did do anything small. As soon as they got out of the van, even from where they were parked Heather could hear screams coming from inside.

“It is so majorly groovy to be at KISS World on Halloween night,” Daphne gushed as they headed for the entrance. “Listen to those crowds. I’m so excited, I think I’m gonna freak out!”

Heather laughed and looked back toward the park. She suddenly noticed that lining the park walls were flower bushes and admired how well they had been taken care of. She nodded at them. Hello there.

“Apparently, you’re not the only one,” Velma said to her, and pointed toward the entrance. Crowds and crowds of people were running screaming out into the parking lot.

Heather tilted her head in bemusement. “Weird,”

“Like, dude, don’t most people usually run towards awesome rock concerts?” Shaggy asked.

“Not at an Ascot Five concert,” Fred interjected smugly. “Everyone walks in a calm, orderly fashion.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “Fred, what did I say about—”

Suddenly voices filled her head and she froze. She knew voices like that… she turned her head towards the flower bushes. All of them were whispering faintly, but she realized their message: DANGER.

“Witch!”

The yell snapped Heather back to reality, and she blinked at the flowers before turning back to the entrance. Two men were running toward them.

“Help!”

“Witch!”

They grabbed onto Shaggy’s costume in terror.

“Oh my gosh, she’s so terrifying.”

“The scariest witch ever!”

Heather raised an eyebrow. “Witch?”

“With the red mist,”

“And the creepy laugh,”

“Save yourself while you can!”

The two ran off, presumably to their cars.

Heather’s blood ran cold at their description of the witch. No… it couldn’t be her…

Shaggy watched them go, then turned back around. “Wait a minute,” he counted on his fingers. “The Demon, the Starchild, the Catman, the Spaceman—” He whimpered in fear. “Please tell me they added a witch!”

“Somehow, I doubt that,” said Velma matter-of-factly. “In fact, it’s probably the reason we’re here.”

“Not me!” Scooby piped up. “I’m here for the funnel cake!”

Heather laughed and scratched his head. “Me too, Scoob.”

Fred slipped quickly back into the role of the leader. “C’mon, gang, let’s get to work.”

The group of six walked toward the entrance, where an intimidating woman and two men, all of them dressed as security guards, stood vigilant.

“Like, excuse me, ma’am—” Shaggy began politely, but the woman cut him off.

“Sorry. Park’s closed.”

“But we’re here to solve a mystery,” Fred said confidently to her.

The woman looked condescendingly at the group. “Sure you are. You always wear makeup when solving crimes?”

Daphne looked insulted. “Uh, I should hope so!”

Velma stepped over to Daphne. “She means the KISS makeup,” she explained to her. She turned to the woman. “No, we’re just excited about the concert tonight. But we’re the mystery solvers you called for.”

“And you are…?” Heather asked politely.

The woman glared at her. “I am Delilah Domino, chief of security. Why would I call mystery solvers?”

Fred now looked very confused. “What? But Daphne took the call. Right, Daph?”

Daphne suddenly looked very sheepish. “Well…”

Velma turned to her expectantly. “Daphne?”

“Okay, the thing is, no one actually called for our help,” Daphne confessed.

Everyone stared at her. “What?”

“But when I heard KISS was throwing a special Halloween concert, I just had to come! I mean, look at that poster of Starchild.” Daphne pointed dreamily up to the mentioned poster. “He stares at me wherever I go…”

“So does the Mona Lisa,” Shaggy argued. “But you don’t see us on a plane to Italy!”

Heather crossed her arms. “Why didn’t you just tell us the truth?” she asked, trying to hide how angry she was becoming. I left my house defenseless on Halloween night just so a crazed fangirl could see KISS? “We all would’ve gone with you.”

“Not me,” Fred interjected.

Daphne waved her hand at Fred pointedly. “Exactly. But once we got here, I knew we’d all have a good time. Besides, the offs were pretty good there’d be a mystery for us to solve. I mean, we’re the Scooby gang, and it’s an amusement park. Right?”

Heather went to say something else, but then closed her mouth and nodded in concession. Okay, she had to agree with that.

“Wrong,” Delilah interrupted. “It’s a closed amusement park. And chances are, there won’t be any Halloween concert, either. So go home.”

“But we’ve come so far!” Shaggy protested. “Couldn’t we at least have some snacks for the road? Maybe some rocky road?”

Delilah was not amused. “Out.”

The gang looked like they wanted to protest further, but Heather grabbed Fred’s shoulder and steered them away. “C’mon, kids, you heard the woman. Let’s go back to the van.”

One look at Heather’s face told them all they shouldn’t argue. So instead, they turned away and followed her.

When they were far enough away from Delilah, Daphne turned to Heather guiltily. “I’m sorry, Heather—”

“You should be,” Heather said sternly to her. “You lied to your friends, and you lied to me. There’s a reason I don’t leave my house on Halloween, Daphne.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just… really wanted to see KISS.”

Heather’s face softened, and she put a hand on Daphne’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t have lied. Besides, there’s a chance we’ll still see them.”

Daphne looked up. “How do you know?”

Heather glanced back over her shoulder, then leaned in, smiling conspiratorially. “You didn’t really think I was just gonna make you all leave, did you?”

When she realized what she meant, Daphne smiled brightly and hugged her. “You’re the best!”

Heather chuckled. “Yeah, I know,”

-KISSTERIA-

Back at the van, the gang changed out of their KISS costumes into their regular clothes and were wiping off their makeup. Heather was helping Scooby wipe off his own.

Velma wiped off the last bit of makeup and put her glasses back on. “All right, time to get serious. It seems KISS needs our help.”

“Like, I’m no guitarist,” Shaggy said jokingly, “but I can play a mean armpit!”

He went to start playing his armpit, but Heather stopped him. “Don’t you dare,” she said, despite the amused smile she had.

Daphne shook her head at them. “Not to play music, Shaggy, to solve the mystery.”

Fred looked toward the park eagerly. “Well, then it looks like we’ll have to sneak in!”

“You’re okay with this?” Daphne asked in surprise.

“Of course I am. It’s a mystery, right? And solving mysteries is what we do.”

-KISSTERIA-

Once they had snuck into the park—with no incidents, thankfully—Heather took the chance to look around. As she predicted, it was a pretty good amusement park. The statues holding up the globe were indeed in the center, and off to one side—

Heather stopped and raised an eyebrow at the Ferris Wheel. “What’s a Star Portal doing in an amusement park?” she said to herself.

Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her along. “C’mon, Aunt Heather,”

They were walking past a cardboard standee of all the KISS members when they heard footsteps. “Hide!” Heather hissed.

They all scrambled to hide behind the cutout, while Scooby, who was unable to keep up, froze in place as a “YOU MUST BE THIS TALL TO RIDE” statue.

The footsteps grew louder, and Heather peered curiously out to see what was happening. From one direction was Delilah Domino, while from another direction was a man with white hair and a beard who looked stressed out. Is that Manny Goldman? Wow; she hadn’t seen Manny since the 90s.

“Caught some kids and an old woman trying to stay in the park, Mr. Goldman,” Delilah reported, “but I got rid of them.”

Heather frowned in annoyance. She was not that old.

“I can’t believe we’re chasing customers away,” Manny lamented.

“I know, but we went over this. Until we solve this witch mystery, it’s safer to keep everyone out.”

Delilah certainly was insistent on keeping people out of the park. Curious…

Manny looked concernedly at her. “Now, don’t get crazy, Delilah. Just stay calm, because I’m gonna be very honest with you… I called for some backup.”

Delilah was immediately indignant. “Backup?! You must be kidding! Mr. Goldman, I am the chief of security. I think I can take care of this unusual situation.”

Manny shook his head. “Time is not on our side,” he insisted. “The witch has scared away too many people. Tonight’s Halloween concert is our only chance to bring them back.”

He turned and walked off towards a castle-like building. Delilah made a noise of irritation before walking off herself.

Once they were both gone, the kids and Heather came out from behind the cardboard cutout. “Did you hear that?” Daphne whispered.

Fred nodded. “We got here just in time. Come on, let’s check out the supervisor’s office.”

They snuck across the park toward the building Manny had gone into, heading around the corner to the back. Heather looked over her shoulder, and realized Shaggy and Scooby had disappeared. She was about to tell the others, but then shrugged. They could handle themselves—they were always the ones who ran away from danger, after all.

As the four remaining crawled under an open window, voices made them stop and listen. “Chip, you don’t understand. If KISS doesn’t perform tonight, I will lose the park!”

“That’s not my concern, Manny,” came a second voice; obviously whoever “Chip” was. “All I care about are the concert tours. Every one of these cities translates into dollar signs. You know what happens if I lose these cities?”

“You have more time to take your kids to KISS World.”

Heather covered her mouth to hide a snort. Manny always did have a deadpan sense of humor.

“No, it means I lose money. Every time KISS comes back into the park, it means they’re not on the road performing, and I’m not selling their merchandise. So forgive me, but as far as I’m concerned, this park can wind up in a toiler. Preferably this KISS toilet.” There was fake roaring noise. “Because I don’t know how I’m gonna unload this thing.”

Heather wrinkled her nose. A KISS toilet? Ew.

Suddenly, the four of them heard screaming back from where they had been.

“That sounds like Shaggy and Scooby,” Daphne stated.

When they ran back around to the front of the castle, they saw Shaggy and Scooby running as fast as they could towards the castle. But before they could stop, Delilah Domino appeared and grabbed them, freezing them in their tracks.

“You. I thought I told you kids to stay out!”

Heather went over to Delilah. “I’m so sorry. Shaggy and Scooby must’ve seen something that scared them. If you would just let them go, we’ll be on our way—”

Delilah glared at her and cut her off. “Are you the one in charge of these kids?”

“Well, no, but—”

“I could have you all arrested for breaking and entering!”

Heather narrowed her eyes. “Okay, listen, there’s no need for—”

“Hey, hey, hey! Whoa! Whoa!”

Heather turned to see Manny approaching them, with a man in a green suit she assumed to be the Chip man following him. “Calm down,” he said. “I’m—holy mackerel!” He exclaimed upon seeing Heather. “Heather McMann, is that you?”

Heather smiled and went over. “Hiya, Manny. I thought that was you.”

They hugged and air-kissed each other on the cheeks. “My goodness, Heather, how long’s it been?” Manny asked.

“Too long,” Heather said fondly. “Man, I haven’t seen you since 1998,”

The gang watched their interaction in surprise. “Uh… Aunt Heather?” Fred said. “You know this guy?”

“Know him?” Heather placed a hand on Manny’s shoulder. “Kids, you’re looking at Manny Goldman, the finest club owner in the history of Ohio. What’re you doing here, anyway?”

“I’m park supervisor,” Manny explained. “Now, what’s with all the ruckus?”

Delilah stepped forward, dragging Shaggy and Scooby with her. “It’s these nosy kids again. Fortunately, I used to work for a government defense company, so I know how to take down intruders.”

“Like, she’s not kidding,” Shaggy said, his voice sounding strained due to Delilah’s hold on his shirt.

Heather raised an eyebrow at Delilah. “You must’ve been bad at your job if you used to work there,”

Delilah glared heatedly at her. Heather just smirked back.

“Sorry, Mr. Goldman,” Velma apologized. “We’re just trying to help.”

Daphne jumped in. “We overheard that the park is in trouble, and seeing how we’re such big KISS fans, we’d like to do all that we can.”

“We’ve got it under control, missy,” Delilah said in a superior voice, “thank you very much.”

“But don’t you want the crowds to come back to the park?” Fred asked.

“Oh, they’ll come back,”

Everyone jumped at the echoing voice. Heather smiled.

There was a sudden explosion of smoke and confetti, and when the smoke cleared, there they were.

“To see us!”

#black dahlia #chapter two #black dahlia series #ohh shit there’s a witch!#of course there is #it wouldn’t be a scooby doo movie if there wasn’t a monster right #daphne’s a tricky girl #can’t blame her tho #starchild stares at me wherever i go too #delilah’s kind of mean #manny’s a nice guy tho #y’all know who’s there at the end 😉#kiss au writing #scooby doo and kiss: rock n roll mystery #my writing #stay tuned for chapter three!

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littlepurinsesu · 6 years

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Mystic Party

I previously made a post about the invitations, and in this post I’m going to literally go through everything I remember about the party while it’s still fresh in my mind! ;)

A bit of a warning that this will be one heck of a long and detailed post with lots of information and images and links! This post is also going to include a lot more of my personal experiences and feelings rather than the more neutral info dumping, because this event was so major and I’m treating this a bit like a “diary entry” for myself ^___^

I’ve used subheadings to organise everything so that you can skip what you don’t care about or just read the specific part you’re interested in. *If you only want to read about the Rika and Vanderwood Route, it’s in the “SPECIAL GUEST SUJIN RI” section!

But if you’re in for the whole experience, it’s gonna be a LONG ride. So buckle up and let’s go! ;)

ARRIVING

The party was held on 23rd August from 1pm to 4pm, on the 5th floor of a fancy place that’s usually reserved for wedding receptions and other formal occasions, so we were told to dress decently :) No need to go all-out and wear a formal gown or anything (though some people really did!), but you needed to be well-dressed xD Oh, and cosplays weren’t allowed!

Lining up to enter the banquet hall!

Once you get in, the staff members will verify your identity to make sure you’re the person registered (so strict!). They also ask you to draw a card with a character on it for the “game” and give you a bunch of forms/cards needed for later and an RFA paper bag with your gifts.

Lining up to have your identity verified and to collect all the prizes and information you’ll need. Hello there, V.

Each table has a character emoji, which is also the emoji printed on your seat number card. My card had Zen’s emoji (YASSS), and my seat was in the very front row and right at the edge.

Our table. (My seat is no. 16)

A good thing because I can see things clearly and eavesdrop on the hosts/staff members/cosplayers when they’re waiting to go onstage, but a bad thing because sometimes the official photographers and news journalists try to take pictures or film stuff and block my view >.<” (Yes, there were news journalists from actual TV broadcasting stations because the event was such a big deal! :O)

GAMES

The first 50 minutes were for people to arrive, settle, buy merch, and most importantly, do the little “game” thing they prepared.

Seat card with Zen’s sparkly emoji, form for if you want to buy merch, and the card that lists the rules of the game. (Forgot to take a close-up... >.<)

Basically there are five “official cosplayers” playing the RFA members. They’ll be on the stage, and you go to the character you drew at the beginning for a short “game”. If you pass/win the game, they’ll stamp your card, and you can then go and put your card into the box corresponding to your favourite character (not necessarily the one you played the game with). The boxes will be used for raffles later where they’ll draw out names for prizes or for people to go up onstage for more “intimate” character interactions.

People playing their game with the character they got.

If you win your game, you come and put your stamped card in one of these boxes!

The card I picked out was Jaehee’s. I won’t deny that I was a bit disappointed (I DO LOVE BAEHEE I JUST LOVE THE MEN MORE DON’T KILL ME PLEASE), but after reading the instruction card and going through the game, I’m kind of glad I got her xD All characters have different games (win at paper-scissors-rock against Jumin, correctly answer a random times table question from Seven, draw a card and hope your number is bigger than Zen’s, beat Yoosung at “seaweed paper-scissors-rock”, or correctly answer Jaehee’s question about a random RFA member’s eye colour). 707′s and Jaehee’s are the only ones that weren’t left up to chance and the questions were easy, so you’re pretty much guaranteed to pass. Also, the male characters were pretty... “touchy”? For the fanservice, if you get what I mean? Like they might put their hands on your waist or bend down and talk to you really “intimately” xD

There are a bunch of standees on the right side of the stage. You line up in front of the character you’ll be playing your game with, and when they’re done with a player, you’ll be called up for your turn.

You line up like this for your turn at the mini game (which I didn’t have to do ;D)

To be honest, the “interaction with the cosplayers” thing was the part I cared for the least before coming; these characters are 2D, and no matter how good the cosplayers are, I’d personally prefer to keep them 2D in my mind xD

But then the Jaehee cosplayer personally came down the stage and approached me to ask if I needed assistance! I have no idea why or how she was allowed to leave her post and come to me? Maybe because I looked very confused, since my Chinese isn’t SUPER GOOD and the staff member explained the game rules to me very quickly and concisely ^^;; And when Jaehee saw that my card had her emoji on it, she was like, “Oh, then you’ll be interacting with me!” and explained the rules of the game to me again more slowly. By then I was pretty much like, “Eh, may as well” xD I didn’t go up the “normal” way by lining up on the right in front of the standees, because Baehee was already with me, so she literally took my hand and walked back up on the stage with me from the left side ahahaha I’m special :P The cosplayer was really nice and had a “big sister” feel, so it really was kind of like how I imagined Jaehee to be ^^

This is only a small detail, but I found it quite interesting that the cosplayer didn’t touch me until I explicitly said “Okay” to the game/interaction. I guess maybe there really are people who are uncomfortable with doing lovey-dovey and touchy stuff with strangers (since the characters are just regular people cosplaying). I found it quite nice that they were careful to respect people’s boundaries and only proceeded to touch you in any way when you’ve explicitly said yes :)

The games take place on the stage, but everyone’s doing their own thing, so it’s not like anyone was watching. Anyway, after leading me onto the stage and her position/place, Jaehee asked me who my favourite character was. Obviously Saeran isn’t an option here, so I said 707. Then she goes, “Okay, I’m going to test you! Can you tell me the colour of 707′s eyes?” And I’m like “yellow” (man, is it gold or yellow), and since the 707 cosplayer wasn’t doing their game with someone at the time, Jaehee goes, “707, come here,” points to their eyes (coloured contacts LOL) and says, “Yes, yellow! Okay, you pass!” She then leads me to the side of the stage (we were meant to leave ourselves ajksfh;asj why is Jaehee so niceee) and tells a staff member that I passed so I get my card stamped.

Then you come to this box area, and after you’ve written your in-game name and phone number on the card, you’re asked to put it into the box corresponding to the character of your choice. I knew that putting it in 707′s box would be an unwise decision, since that box would be filled with cards and you’d get a lower chance of winning anything, but Zen, my next-favourite, is almost just as popular in Taiwan xD So I went ahead and shoved my card into the 707 box anyway ahaha :P (A decision I would later regret as I didn’t win a single thing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

The adorable emoji boxes! You put your stamped card into the box corresponding to your favourite character.

There were also a lot of small interactions between the cosplayers when they were idly waiting for their next player, and they were super in-character <3 Jumin brushed the huge paw-shaped cardboard sign he was holding against Zen’s hair and Zen literally flinched, patted down his hair, and turned around to glare at him xD Seven pulled at Yoosung’s suspenders and even stuck his head in to annoy and eavesdrop on Jumin when he was trying to have a serious conversation with Jaehee xD These cosplayers really know their characters well haha :D

FOOD

They also served food and drinks :) The highlight was obviously the original HONEY BUDDHA (TECHNICALLY “BUTTER”) CHIPS. I was pretty excited to finally try actual HBCs in real life, and I must say that the taste was... very oily and buttery? xD I mean, they are Honey Butter Chips, so I’m not sure what I was expecting, but the butter taste was a lot stronger than I thought it would be xD It’s nice, but I can’t imagine myself eating more than half a bag at once before I start feeling a bit gross/sick xD Seriously, how does Seven eat so much O___O

Finished my game with Baehee, and now settled with my juice and cake and Honey Buddha Chips.

OFFICIALLY STARTING

Waiting for the hosts to officially start the party!

The two hosts (more like MCs, but we all know that “MC” has a whole different meaning for MM fans, so I’m going to stick with “host” xD) are pretty popular among the Taiwanese MM fandom. They do weekly live streams/videos on the official Facebook page, where they talk about MM, upcoming events, joke around, and do raffles for MM merch. They’ve sort of become the unofficial “faces” of MM in Taiwan, and most of the Taiwanese MM fans (myself included) love them, so it was a real treat to see them in person! For this post, I’m going to call the female host “Cuby” and the male host “Fatty”, since that’s a direct translation of their Chinese nicknames (meaning “cube/square” and “fat”) and they’ve used these translations themselves at some point.

At 2pm, the lobby theme (“Mystic Chat”) finally stops playing and is replaced by Yoosung’s second theme, “Silly Smile Again”. Cuby goes onstage, talks a bit, and officially starts the party.

She then tells everyone that because this party is supposed to be “full of mysteries and surprises”, we should all check under our chairs! The chairs were covered in fancy silky fabric, so we had to dig under that. And SURPRISE! Each seat had a random sticker sheet stuck inside (the ones that come with the emoticon cushions), and it’s yours to keep! Cue intense screaming and fangirling throughout the whole room, to the point where the host had to put her mic down because she couldn’t talk over the screaming and she failed at getting us to calm down xD I got a 707 sticker sheet YASSSSS!!! (I could feel the envious stares of other people on my table hur hur nope not trading with any of you :P) And I just got the Ray stickers with my Ray emoticon cushion a few days ago ;___; Come with me, Saeyoung, I have your brother at home and I will reunite the two of you <3

The 707 stickers hidden under my chair!

After that, the opening video was played to signal the start of the party! I’ve watched that video countless times by now, but seeing it blasted through huge speakers and played on a giant screen gave me all the feels, and it was cute when Cuby cued everyone to sing along haha <3

The feelsssss ;___;

And when you think the next segment is officially starting, the lights dim again, the intro of the OP comes on once more, Cuby goes “Wth is going on?”, the big screen splits and opens, and Fatty enters with much fanfare, singing the Chinese version of the song xD

So much LOL (and yes, I will always snap a picture when Saeran shows up on the screen)

Cue everyone screaming and cheering for him (because this guy is so hilarious and therefore super popular). He even had a rose, which he threw to the girl sitting next to me. Guess I’m too close to the edge for him to bother reaching LOL

SPECIAL GUEST SUJIN RI (RIKA AND VANDERWOOD ROUTE INFO IN THIS SECTION)

They then played an exclusive video that featured all the VAs (minus Saeran, Rika, and Vanderwood), Han (the singer of the theme songs), some Cheritz staff members and Sujin Ri (founder of Cheritz and creator of Mystic Messenger) greeting and thanking Taiwanese fans. They’d teased that there would be a special guest coming to this party from Korea, and it was none other than Sujin Ri herself!!!

Sujin Ri in her adorable cherry dress <3

Sujin Ri is so cute! xD She spoke a bit of English, but most of her longer speeches and answers were in Korean, so she had a translator with her. The event planners had put together a list of questions that they knew everyone would be curious to know, and the hosts read out the questions one by one while Sujin Ri answered them onstage!

Q: “Why did you create this game? How did you come up with the script?” A: It was a long answer, but she basically said that she took a long break after her first two games and was wondering if she should continue. She then decided to make a mobile game, and wanted it to be more “relatable” for players, so came up with the idea of a messaging app! She also said something about how she really likes watching American shows and dramas, so a lot of her inspiration came from those. One of the hosts joked that American movies often have hackers, so maybe that’s why MM has a hacker (or two) :P

Q: Will there be a chance to release a Rika Route? A: She basically said something like (paraphrased), “The Taiwanese version hasn’t released V’s and Unknown’s stories yet, but they have been released in Korea [she didn’t say internationally, for some reason] and lots of Rika’s secrets were revealed. There will be more in the future, so please look forward to it.” The reactions were mixed, just like with the international fandom. Some people were frowning and shaking their heads, but there were definitely some people who cheered and clapped lol. Guess Rika is a controversial character in every country xD (Fatty revealed in the Facebook Live After Party that when he asked her, “Yes? Or no?” she replied, “Maybe!”) But yeah, her answer was vague and her words in no way confirm a Rika Route. But to me, just the fact that the party planners chose and put this question in the script seems to be a pretty clear indication that it’s probably going to happen...? Like, why tease something that isn’t going to be an actual thing? I dunno, maybe it’s just me reading too much into it and trying to be smart, so don’t quote me on an official confirmation for a Rika Route; I’m just relaying what I heard and sharing my own interpretation ^^;;

Q: Will there be a chance for the VAs to come to Taiwan? A: “Yes!” Short and sweet, so I take that as a sign that there might be more official MM events in Taiwan in the future! (My poor wallet...)

Q: Will there be plushie merchandise released in the future? A: Possibly! Again, not a direct confirmation, but just like with the Rika Route question, I take that as a pretty good sign that it might happen since they bothered to mention it! Dunno if it will be released internationally or be another Taiwan-only merch, though... (Either way, my wallet is crying again.)

Q: Please release LINE stickers with sound! A: “Good idea!” (in English!) Taiwanese people use the messaging app LINE a lot, and although there’s been two official MM sticker sets released, a lot of people have been wanting a version that has the characters’ voices (like how it is in the game).

Then they said there was time for ONE question from ONE fan in the audience, and a girl’s arm shot up so quickly that she was picked before I even had a chance to move my hand lmao xD But no worries, because it turns out that her question is exactly what I was going to ask! She takes the mic and speaks the holy words, “Will you consider making a Vanderwood Route?” CUE THE INSANE SCREAMS OF A BANQUET HALL-FULL OF THIRSTY MCS. INCLUDING ME. Seriously, the reaction was IMMEDIATE and the screams were RIDICULOUSLY LOUD. I hope the volume and intensity was enough to convince Sujin Ri that Vanderwood really is that popular and how much we really would love to have his route ;___; And her answer was basically (again, paraphrased), “Vanderwood wasn’t even meant to be an official character, but we ended up adding him into the game. I never expected him to get so popular, and since everyone loves him so much, I will take note of this and discuss with the company the possibility of making a route for him in the future.” NO OTHER WORDS NEEDED. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO CRY TEARS OF JOY. THERE IS HOPE. And it’s even better because we now know for sure that the creator herself is the one who heard us and said those words ;___;

They then drew out some names for fans to go up and receive a gift and take a group photo with Sujin Ri. Two fans got a set of cards (game CGs) with the VAs’ autographs, and three fans got the official RFA badge set!

COSPLAYERS

So the official cosplayers had left the room after the games and were away during all this. After Sujin Ri left the stage and took her seat at her table, the hosts “officially” welcomed the cosplayers in for the first time!

(They’re just cosplayers and they’re actually all female, but for the purpose of this post, I’m just going to use the pronoun of the character they’re portraying and use the characters’ names as though they really are the character.)

They enter one by one with a rose and give it to a random fan. No chance for me because they entered through the aisle in the middle of the hall and I’m right at the edge at the front xD Jumin gave his rose normally, Jaehee didn’t give hers away (I’ll explain why later), Seven and Yoosung threw theirs to reach fans that were further back (still not far enough for me T_T), and Zen got down on his knee Zen-style and handed it to a lucky fan.

The RFA members (well, cosplayers) are formally introduced for the first time!

Once they’re all onstage, the members introduce themselves one by one (which was when I found out that they were all women as soon as they spoke xD) and answer some quick questions from the hosts. While it wasn’t top-notch acting or anything, the cosplayers were very much in character the whole time. The way they stood, their expressions, their manner of speech, their interactions with each other, everything was just like the character they were supposed to be, so props to them for that!

Jumin was asked why he didn’t bring Elizabeth the 3rd! Just as he was about to start talking, 707 cuts in and says, “Yeah, where’s Elly? Why didn’t you bring my Elly? She’s mine!” xD Jumin basically brushed him off (”She’s not yours!”) and said it’s because there’s a flu going around and he didn’t want her to get sick =^.^= The hosts kept jokingly begging him to please not purchase and merge their company with C&R xDDD Jumin also said that he’d like Zen to model for his cat food commercial, and the look on Zen’s face was priceless LOL xD (Zen said only if either the cat is put in plastic wrap or they just get a fake 3D cat instead xD)

Jaehee was asked why she still had her rose with her, and she said it’s because she wants to give it to Zen!!! It was super cute, and Yoosung and Seven were making love heart gestures behind them when she gave the rose to him xD But then Zen asked if he could give the rose to “one of the ladies down there” LOL WAY TO SHATTER BAEHEE’S HEART ZEN YOU AKSDJFHA;SKJ XDDD

Zen asking to give Jaehee’s rose to a fan. ZEN WHY XD

They chose a Jaehee fan from the crowd (a middle-aged man!!!) and Jaehee and Zen handed the rose to him together, which was really cute :) Jaehee also complained about her boss’ cat’s fur getting everywhere, that she was still using tape to get rid of them before coming in xD The hosts asked her if she realised her boss was standing right beside her, and she asked him for a raise. Jumin said, “For what you said just then, no.” xDDD They also asked her if she recommends any cafes. Jaehee said that while she enjoys Starbucks, the cafe she recommends is “The Who”, which is the one that has the MM collaboration going on right now lololol not-so-subtle advertising ;)

707 teased Fatty and said that he knows everything about him, and started listing his personal info, like his job, his height etc. But when he was about to reveal his weight, Fatty apologised for teasing and questioning “God Seven’s” abilities as a hacker and begged for forgiveness LOL xD

Yoosung was asked about his future plans, like whether or not he was planning to continue working for Jumin’s company. Yoosung said that rather than a career, he’s more interested in being a good husband ;) He wants to find a kind and pretty wife and have three kids, and even revealed the names he wants to give them xD (They’re all to do with stars, since Yoosung’s name means “Shooting Star” ^^) Such a cutie, and very Yoosung-like <3

Zen was last, and they asked him what he thought about Jumin LOL xD He admitted that he used to hate him, but now he thinks he’s actually a pretty nice guy ^^ The hosts then asked the two to “hug and make up” OMG. Cue the fangirl screams xD I feel like they know about the JuZen ship and are fueling it a bit xD Jumin walked towards Zen with his arms out, and Zen reluctantly went in for the hug xD They literally twirled around on the spot, with Zen keeping his hands OFF Jumin’s back despite having his arms around him, and the hug ended when Seven tried to put their heads together and make them kiss LOLLL. Seven and Yoosung were cheering and making love heart gestures (THEY SHIP IT), while Jaehee was filming it on her phone xD

JuZen huggles!!! (featuring shippy YooSeven and fangirl Jaehee)

After that, they basically had all the characters draw cards from those five emoji boxes, and the people chosen would go up onstage and draw a random ball with a number on it. Each number comes with some cheesy/romantic interaction (e.g. a romantic dance, holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes for 10 seconds, a hug and a pat on the head, being fed Pocky etc.), and the player would then do this with their character while everyone watches in envy. I won’t upload any photos of these moments to respect the privacy of the fans, but I will and have cropped out YooSeven in the background mirroring the romantic moments with each other! It’s like they’re all aware of the fandom’s main ships and are fueling them xD

YooSeven dances and snuggles!!!

One of Seven’s fans picked out “being fed Pocky”, but being God Seven, he immediately said, “I don’t want any of that! *signals a staff member* Could you bring that over for me? The one I brought myself!” What else could he be talking about xD

707 awkwardly struggling to open a Honey Buddha Chip bag onstage xD

They also get to take a polaroid pic with the cosplayer at the end. And since Fatty is known to be really generous and is always “adding more” to raffles and games, he allowed like at least another 10 or so fans to be drawn for a polaroid with a character of their choice :)

And Jaehee herself also asked if she could have a polaroid with Zen! xD

Zen and Jaehee posing for a polaroid, featuring an unamused Jumin.

By the way, Cuby is a HUGE Jumin fangirl and she got a turn with the Jumin, too! xD

"Ju-Jumin... I... I’m willing to raise Elizabeth the 3rd with you—KYAAAAHHH~~~” (That’s exactly what she said ;D)

They then got Sujin Ri to come onstage again and draw more lucky winners who’ll receive the card set with the VAs’ autographs. Fatty also drew a bunch of people to win a Taiwan-exclusive cushion (or the space cushion for 707 because they ran out of his Taiwan cushions). Amazing that there were so many things drawn at random and I didn’t manage to get a single one LOLLL XD

I managed to snap a picture of the cosplayers as they were leaving the stage for a break. They literally walked right by me (because of the convenient position of my seat), and Jumin and Yoosung even waved and posed xD

CHARITY AUCTION

It was later revealed that a part of the money they raised for this party would be donated to an official animal protection association in Taiwan, just like how the RFA parties are for a good cause ^^ They even played a video about the association we were donating to (lots of sad and abandoned puppies ;___;) complete with “I Miss Happy Rika” as background music.

Additionally, they bring on three extra standees for auction, and all the money from the auction would be donated to charity, too! I love MM but I don’t want a standee LOL so I just sat back and watched xD They only had Yoosung, Jumin, and Zen, and I got a picture of the prices they were each sold for (all in NTD):

I’m still shook that the Zen standee was able to sell for NT$9900!!!!! That’s like... *throws it into Google to convert* $322-ish USD!!!!! Insane but also very impressive! :D (Wonder how much a 707 standee could have gone for if they offered one haha)

Sujin Ri was so happy, and said that they would be sending them some kind of official donator’s badge from Korea for contributing to a good cause <3 The host even said that it’s amazing and really beautiful how a simple mobile game can grow to the point where so many people come together and do things to make the world a better place ^^ <333

ENDING

After the auctions, the party came to an end ;___; They played “Like the Sun in the Sky” as the ED and listed all the people who helped to make the party happen. But then they said that “special thanks” go to the fans who attended, and literally typed out ALL of our names in the credits! <3 The hosts picked out random names to read, like “Thank you _____! Thank you _____!” including mine, so I guess that was the only thing I got picked for today LOL XD

Cuby reading out my name!

After that, they have an ending screen with the SNSplus and Cheritz logos, and when you think it’s all over, Fatty enters from the right of the screen (turns out to be a video) and tells us that they’re going to be releasing a big confetti ball to signify the end (one of those giant balls that explode and then confetti falls out).

A wild Fatty appears!

I was expecting a huge ball to explode in the middle of the hall or on the screen, but when the Fatty in the video says “GO!” instead we get “I just got your messages!” again. Turns out he TROLLED US, and instead, they played a self-made, absolutely hilarious and utterly stupid but amazing “music video” of Fatty himself singing the OP XDDD Needless to say, the entire room was a laughing MESS XDDDDD

(Not sure how interested the international fandom would be because Fatty really is more of a Taiwanese MM fandom favourite, but if you are, there will be a link at the end of this post with appropriate timestamps for anyone who would like to witness this... glorious mistake of a video xDDD)

They also ended the event by taking a big group photo together! I managed to get pretty close to the front because my seat was so close to the photo spot already xD

All hosts, cosplayers, important guests, and 150-ish attendees! (Credits to the official Taiwanese Mystic Messenger Facebook Page.)

PHOTO TIME

After that, they said that they would allow a few minuets for people to take pictures with cosplayers, with each other, of the venue, basically anything. But unlike almost everyone who immediately STAMPEDED to line up for the cosplayers (especially 707), I raced to look for Sujin Ri!!! There were quite a few other people going for her, too, and she was taking photos with fans and signing people’s merch and stuff. I was able to speak to her in English, and simply asked, “Can I please take a photo with you?” She was super nice, and so was her translator, who ended up taking all the pictures for everyone who lined up xD Before I left, she told me, “Thank you for playing!” Ahhh she’s so cute <333

Major fangirling!!! (Yes, that is me in the white dress. I have officially revealed my face >_<)

I then went and selfie-d with the two hosts (because why not? :D), and then selfie-d with the standees for a second time. Yes, I am literally more interested in standees than cosplayers... To me, the standees were more “like” the characters? They’re 2D anyway, so I prefer to keep them that way rather than pretending that a person who isn’t them, is xD

And even after I was done with the standees there was still time. On my way back to my seat to clean up my belongings, I literally JUST SO HAPPENED to walk past the place that was the end of 707′s line. At this point, I kinda thought to myself, “I already paid for this party and I’m literally already standing in the queue, so may as well.” xDDD I did end up taking a selfie with the 707 cosplayer! I even decided to just go with it and asked him for a hug, too, and he told me to be careful on my way home :) Two possible responses: “Awww what a nice cosplayer she is ^^” and “OMGGGG I TOOK A SELFIE WITH SEVEN AND HUGGED HIM AND HE TOLD ME TO BE CAREFUL ASD;KFJAHS;KJDA” May as well fully immerse myself in the experience and choose the latter ahahaha :P

After that, you were free to leave or make any final purchases at the merchandise section. The merch didn’t really appeal to me, so I only took pictures.

Cup holders and washi tape! They’re cute, but not really things I need or particularly want. I’m happy with just my Ray emoticon cushion and rubber keychain for now ^^

The RFA members are also standing at the exit and seeing everyone off!

Jumin even helped the fan who bid for his standee to bring it out of the hall. What a gentleman <3

Jumin waved goodbye to me as I was leaving, and 707 waved back when I turned for one last look ^^

GIFTS

I only really opened the paper bag once I got home, and inside were the gifts they promised!

The bag is huge!

You get a random big cookie with an RFA member’s face on it! I got a Jumin, and I would like to ask how anyone thinks I will be okay with eating this ;___;

My Juju cookie <3 You will eventually end up in my tummy ;~;

You also get a poster set that’s limited to this party only (there is no other way to get them)! I thought we would be getting one poster with all the characters, but no, they gave us five posters, one character each, separately :O

This is basically all the stuff I came home with haha <3

Overall, was it worth it? Yes, I think so ^^

The ticket was pretty expensive and the purchasing process was crazy and stressful, but I think it was worth the money and effort spent. The party was a lot more grand and fancy than I expected, and you could tell that they really did put a lot of effort into making it a really extravagant event. I did not come in expecting to meet Sujin Ri, and revealing that a lot of the money would be going to charity also made the party so much more meaningful <3 (I’m sure the RFA would be proud ;D) Of course, the experience would probably have been more unforgettable and rewarding if I had actually gotten drawn for just ONE of the many lucky draws they had LOL but I still had a great time and I’m just thankful that I got to attend such a fun and wonderful event <333

Not sure if they’ll be holding another one of these parties in other cities in Taiwan (or maybe in Hong Kong and Macau), but I’m pretty sure that this isn’t the last of these MM Taiwan events xD I hope my wallet can take it :P

Here is the official compilation video with footage from the party (featuring my embarrassing self being filmed selfie-ing with a 707 standee OH GOD WHY.) The caption on the video post also has a link to a Google Drive where you can look at some clearer photos taken by their staff members!

And here’s the “Mystic After Party” live video hosted by Cuby and Fatty. (Go to 2:20 [as in 2:20 REMAINING of the video, so about 40:35 minutes in] if you’re interested in watching Fatty’s music video xD Please imagine this video coming on with the shook-ness of a troll surprise when you’re expecting a confetti ball to pop out instead >.>)

If you’re still reading, I APPLAUD YOU :O LET’S BE FRIENDS! No, seriously, thank you for taking interest and reading until the end; I am so sorry that it’s so insanely long ^^;;

All posts on Mystic Messenger events in Taiwan can be found under my #mmtaiwan tag!

Check out my Saeran x MC fic: Waiting for Spring And my Choi Brothers fic: Of Roses and Resets

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Halloween Daughter Series - Genji!

*wiggles spoopy fingers spoopily* More Halloween fun with our sweet, sweet Overwatch boys! The darling @zarcake-writes gave me the idea for this one, too. I am NOT a prankster, so it was fun to live vicariously through Mona for a bit. 2,200 words.

More Daughter Series: Hanzo, Roadhog, McCree, Reaper, Soldier 76, Genji

More Halloween Daughter Series: Roadhog, McCree, Reaper

It was finally starting getting dark at the Gibraltar base and Genji could no longer suppress his excitement. With a giddy spring in his step and a wide smile plastered across his face, he hurried through the winding halls of the Overwatch barracks to Mona’s room. The door swung open before he could knock.

His daughter jumped in surprise and giggled. “I was just about to come find you!”

“You ready,” he asked enthusiastically.

She grabbed a nearly bursting backpack from behind her and grinned. “So ready!” The zipper parted and a ridiculous array of masks, creepy cutouts, fake bugs, and other bizarre trinkets almost tumbled out of the bag. A bright orange lid atop a seemingly ordinary jar of peanut butter caught his eye.

“What is this,” Genji asked twirling it in his hands.

Mona snickered. “You know those cans of fake peanuts that have snakes that pop out at you when you open them?” He nodded. “I found a site that puts those in packages that look like normal products, so people won’t be suspicious!”

“That is brilliant,” Genji laughed.

“I’ve got Mercy’s fancy hand crème, too!”

Genji zipped the bag back up and hoisted it onto her shoulders. “It would appear you have something in there for everyone. We had best get started!”

“Yeah,” she said grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the lab, “Winston’s gotta be first. He always has a snack once he’s done in the lab, and he’s probably finishing up now!”

The two of them flew through the base, snorting as they tried to stifle their giggles.

“Just in time,” Mona whispered, “he’s cleaning up.”

Genji frowned, watching the scientist put his tools away while humming a random song. “We do not have much time. I will go swap the peanut butter jars, you keep a lookout.” She plopped the container in his outstretched hand with a grave nod. She was so cute it hurt.

Quickly scaling the walls of the lab and hopping over the railing of the landing, the ninja made his way to Winston’s desk. He silently dropped to the ground and snatched his target from a nearby shelf, leaving the imposter in its place. Genji heard Winston’s heavy footsteps behind him and froze for a split second before diving behind a pile of books. He could just see Mona’s head poking out from the doorway, her eyes following Winston up the staircase.

Mona was absolutely right. Without even looking, the massive scientist grabbed his jar of peanut butter, still humming, and sat down by the window. With a small yawn he began to open his snack. Genji hadn’t felt this impatient in ages.

With a satisfying pop, the lid was blasted out of Winston’s hand as the compressed air inside the jar was released, spitting out more than a dozen scaly looking fabric snakes. The high pitched yelp that escaped from Winston as he tumbled over and tossed the jar across the room was completely out of character. Mona and Genji instantly burst out laughing, leaving their friend whipping his head back and forth between the two of them.

“What the hell was that,” the scientist sputtered as Mona ran up the stairs, still giggling.

“It’s Halloween, Winston! There’s got to be a few tricks along with the treats.”

After taking a moment to come to his senses, Winston chuckled, running a wary hand over his face. “You guys really got me!”

“Sorry, big guy,” Mona said throwing her arms around him, “you okay?”

The scientist hugged her back, lifting her off the ground with a smile. “I’m fine, newbie, but you’re playing with fire, pranking your boss like that. And you,” he said playfully jabbing Genji with his elbow, “aren’t you supposed to be setting a good example for her?”

“Where is the fun in that,” Genji grinned handing his friend the regular jar of peanut butter.

Winston accepted, but didn’t open it, still a little skeptical. “I hope I’m not the only one you two are teaming up on.”

“Of course not,” Mona assured him, “in fact, we better get going. We got a lot of team members to get to before the party.”

“Just make sure Reinhardt isn’t holding his hammer when you get him, okay,” Winston warned.

“That is a very good point,” Genji murmured, envisioning the massive crusader taking down a wall as he panicked.

“We’ll be safe, I promise,” Mona promised, “see you later!”

“Have fun, you hoodlums,” Winston said shaking his head as he watched them leave.

Angela yelped when her lotion attacked her, and went bright red when she realized she’d been duped. Genji had never seen her so embarrassed before. He’d never seen her fly off the chain like that either, chasing him around the med bay, wielding a crutch like a weapon as Mona rolled on the floor cackling.

Lucio nearly puked when he bit into a chocolate covered brussels sprout, clawing at his tongue and whimpering. Once he’d had some proper truffles though, he was all smiles again, happily telling them where they could find McCree.

As the cowboy came back inside from smoking a cigarillo, they dropped a bundle of fake cobwebs on his head, making him thrash about wildly. His long brown hair looked like it had been through a tornado by the time he swatted his hat and all the strings attached to it away. He was panting and had a flashbang at the ready before looking up to see Mona and Genji nearly falling out of the rafters as they laughed. McCree was cracking up just as hard the next moment.

Mona somehow convinced Snowball to help them spook Mei, and placed a dreadful looking ghoul decoration over the little the drone. It floated like a something out of a cheesy old horror film, but still made Mei squeak before encasing herself in ice. The climatologist was less enthused about the pranking than the rest of the team had been, scolding Snowball for betraying her. Once she heard about Mercy’s reaction though, Mei was much more amused.

The two troublemakers stuck a twisted clown mask outside the window of Torbjorn’s workshop, and the short man fell out of his seat when he noticed it – which had taken forever. The engineer proceeded to chase Mona and Genji with a wrench, cursing in Swedish and all but foaming at the mouth.

Reinhardt laughed harder than anyone once he recovered from his prank. They had placed a dark-clad grim reaper figure in front of his bedroom door, then asked him to come to the mess hall. The standee had a motion sensor and swiped his flimsy plastic scythe when activated. It was more silly than scary, but Reinhardt was convinced enough to tackle the lawn decoration to the ground, wrangling it into a headlock. The poor this was just a crumpled mess now.

Tracer was taking a nap on the couch when they found her and put a creepy witch mask right next to her face. Mona gently tickled her foot until she woke up and screeched at the top of her lungs, blinking out of the room before they could explain. When Lena came tip-toeing back, she launched into a fit of giggles while simultaneously pulling Genji and Mona into a breathless hug.

“You little rats! I was SO SCARED! Oh my god, I almost jumped out of my skin,” she said wiping happy tears from her eyes.

“I think everyone within a mile heard you,” Mona said teasingly.

“Did you guys do this to everyone,” Tracer asked.

“Most everyone,” Genji answered. “We tried to think of something to make Zenyatta jump, but he is just too calm.”

“Yeah, if we tried to freak him out with a ghost or something the floating fella would probably just try to help the spirit resolve his unfinished business,” Mona frowned.

Both Genji and Tracer threw their heads back and laughed.

“That is exactly what he would do,” Lena chuckled. “You guys do anything to Hanzo?”

“Uh, no,” Mona said shaking her head. She looked sheepish.

Genji was about to say that they were still figuring out the best plan of attack, but Tracer gave his daughter a relieved look that made him hesitate.

“I don’t blame ya,” the older woman said, “I wouldn’t test that man for all the money in the world!”

“No kidding,” Mona agreed earnestly, “I’d rather wake up to an actual angry witch in bed than make him angry.”

“Oh come on now,” Genji said pulling Mona close, “my brother is just grumpy. Maybe a little scare will spook some of the angst out of his system.”

“I don’t know . . .”

“Well, whatever you do,” Lena said stretching, “leave me out of it! I need to go get on my costume. Later!” She jogged out of sight leaving Genji alone with his worried daughter.

“Hey,” he said softly, “if you want to leave Hanzo alone, we can. I understand.”

Mona sighed, “It’s just that he already doesn’t like me. I don’t want to make things any worse.”

Genji squeezed her shoulder as his heart ached. He knew his brother could be difficult and standoffish, but he was still her uncle. “I am sure that is not true,” he cooed, “how could anyone not like you?”

She snorted sarcastically, but smiled. “Thanks, but I’m just not feeling up to it today. Maybe next year?”

“As you wish,” he said taking the bag from her back and slinging it over his own – it was considerably lighter now.

They wandered back toward Mona’s room in silence, Genji replaying the few times he’d seen his brother and his child speaking. They didn’t seem close, but they had only recently met. That was to be expected. As they rounded the last corner, one of the automatic doors further down the hall began to slide open and Genji remembered that they had hooked a party popper to it. Whoever was about to walk through that door was about to hear a sudden loud noise and be doused in confetti. The cyborg had set it up as a last-ditch effort to include Zenyatta in the night’s festivities since the omnic’s quarters were just on the other side, but they had given up after 25 minutes of waiting. Evidently, the two had forgotten to clean up after themselves in the excitement. Genji ducked back behind the corner and peeked, but Mona kept walking.

There was a crack and an explosion of color. Mona clamped her hands over her mouth and stood utterly still as Hanzo brushed the bits of paper out of his face with a scowl. The archer’s eyes found Mona and his face contorted into a fierce glare. She shrunk away from him as he spoke.

“That is not funny,” he snarled at her. She backed away, and Genji came to his senses, darting to her side her. Hanzo gave him a confused look, still angry.

“It was just a joke, brother, there is no need to be so hostile,” the cyborg snapped as Mona retreated behind him.

Hanzo lowered his clenched hands and took a step back, realizing his mistake. He bowed his head and cleared his throat, trying to say something but failing to get it out. Genji glanced back to see Mona watching with fear in her eyes. She was afraid of him, more afraid than when assassins had been barreling down on her.

“Excuse me,” Hanzo eventually choked out, quickly retreating the way he came. Genji sighed and turned to Mona.

“Somehow that went worse than I imagined it would,” she stammered. She tried to laugh, but it came out as a shaky cough.

“My dear girl,” Genji said softly. “I did not think he would – that he would be so – ”

She smiled at him. “It’s okay. It was an accident. I can’t be mad at him for reacting like that when we’re the ones who surprised him.”

“I will talk to him. Surprised or not, I will not allow him to intimidate you like that,” Genji grumbled angrily.

“Whatever you think is best.” She was staring at the floor, pulling at the end of her braid.

Genji put his arms around her and squeezed her close. He’d never fully hugged her like this before, but she was quick to bury her face in his chest, holding him tight.

“I am sorry,” he whispered, nuzzling her with his visor.

“I’m not angry or anything. Just a little spooked.” She chuckled. “Guess that’s karma.”

Mona pulled back before Genji was ready, but he released her nonetheless, admiring her at arm’s length. “Do not let that grouchy old man ruin your night,” he said tenderly, “We still have a party to get to and other, more amenable, people to see.”

“Sounds good,” she said with a nod. “I’ll go get changed and meet you there, okay?”

“I will be waiting,” Genji said with a smile.

Hanzo arrived to the get-together late, no costume and looking incredibly awkward. As soon as the others stopped giving him a hard time, he pulled Mona away and apologized for his behavior while Genji watched carefully. Mona, of course, was the kind little thing she always was and forgave him. Hanzo had looked thoroughly relieved. The brothers were still going to have a very long discussion about exercising emotional control, but it appeared that Genji’s hopes for a loving family hadn’t been dashed quite yet.

#mine #writing #overwatch #overwatch drabble #drabble #my drabble #genji #mona #winston #mercy #tracer #torbjorn #lucio #mei #reinhardt #mccree #hanzo #halloween daughter series #daughter series

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“What do you want me to do? Kidnap her?”

“I see the target. She’s heading down the street towards the market. Probably going to try and steal some food. “

“Okay, so what? What do you want me to do? Kidnap her? Try and arrest her? What?”

“No! Just...Gah, just keep an eye on her, okay? Maybe send someone less likely to scare her off in if you can?”

“Oh! I think I know just the person. Hold on.”

Today was a beautiful day. The U.A. Sports Festival was a few hours away from starting, and Suellen wanted to stock up on some food so she could watch it in peace from the apartment she was hiding at. Laying low was very difficult when you keep eating all your stores, and she barely ever took enough to last her more than a couple days.

The hunt for Michael’s missing body was hard enough, but she knew eventually she’d be hiding from her brother once more. This was as good of a reprieve as she would get.

As she made her way through the district, she made it a point to keep a close eye on those around her, sneakily swiping loose change from people’s pockets as she passed. She’d gotten really good at that.

I’m not a villain, she told herself. I’m just trying to survive. There’s nothing wrong with that, so long as I’m not hurting anyone with my quirk. Right?

She couldn’t convince herself of that, but she had to believe it. Otherwise, she feared she’d be exactly like her brother.

“So what are we getting?” Michael asked from the mirror.

“I need to get some food for the next couple of days, along with some shampoo.” Suellen checked her list, smiling brightly. “I feel a bit like an adult. It’s...nice...I guess...”

“You guess?”

She nodded. “I just wish I could have gotten to go to school like other kids.” She stopped just before the produce stall, surprised at the large circle of people near there. “What’s going on over here?”

Michael shrugged. “Close my compact and check it out. But be careful, okay?”

“I will.” With a skip in her step, Suellen put Michael back in her pocket and headed to the circle.

In the center of the bystanders was a beautiful young girl in a frilly dress with flower pins in her hair, which was dark blue in the front and faded to black as it went back. She had vivid purple eyes and pointed ears, reminding Suellen of the fairies in her favorite stories. She was dancing to music on the speakers, twirling with a small child who, based on his face, had been crying just moments before.

When the dance began to wind down and the shoppers dispersed, the girl returned the child to his mother with a smile before turning to Suellen. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought this mystery dancer was a fairy princess.

“You dance beautifully. I’ve never seen anyone move so gracefully. You looked just like a fairy. And you even have the ears to match!”

The girl giggled, her voice clear and crisp as freshly fallen evening snow.

“Thank you. My parents taught me how at a young age. I’ve got Elspie and Estmund blood, and these ears are common of people from there.” She held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m-” she stopped. Suellen hadn’t considered if she should give out her real name. She was in hiding. A wanted girl. She couldn’t risk it. Could she?

The girl tilted her head. “You’re?”

“I’m, uh...Ellie. Ellie Storybrooke.” She smacked herself for that one.

“That’s a lovely name,” said the girl. “I’m Eira Lucina Gladstone-Adaire.”

“Wow...even your name is fairy-like...”

“I get that a lot.”

The voice from the compact spoke up. “Pst. Suellen! Suellen!”

Suellen winced slightly. “W-well, um...I gotta go. Bye!”

Before Eira could react, Suellen took off running, turning a corner and hiding behind one of the garbage cans in an alleyway. She opened the compact. “What’s the matter, Michael?”

Michael stared at her, confusion plastered all over his face. He seemed almost lost.

“Michael?”

“Its that girl,” he said. “I heard you both.”

“And?”

“Gladsone. That name sounds familiar. I know I heard it somewhere before.”

This was a shock. “Do you think that’s your name? Do you think you’re related to Eira?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But I think she might be the clue. Can you ask her for help? Maybe she knows something?”

“I think I-”

The sound of footsteps startled her silent. She closed the mirror and shrunk down smaller to hide more. She held her breath as best she could. Every fiber in her being was screaming for her to run. But she couldn’t. Fear wouldn’t let her.

“Dammit,” said a voice. “I could have sworn the little punk came this way.”

“Relax, Kacchan,” assured another voice. “I’m sure she’s just hiding. We can have Eira check here in a moment.”

“Shut up, Deku!”

Eira. The fairy girl. She was working for these people? There were people looking for her?

Wait. Not just any people. Heroes were looking.

And that means...

“I need to run,” she whispered.

“Did you hear that?” said the reassuring voice.

“I heard it. HEY KID! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE AND FACE US!”

Slowly, Suellen came out from hiding, shaking slightly. “Leave me alone.”

The calmer man, who looked like a buff piece of broccoli, stepped forward slowly. “We just want to help-”

“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!”

With a turn on her heel, she sprinted down the alley and hopped the fence at the end, appearing in another part of the shopping district as she did. The two men behind her were giving chase, but keeping a safe distance. Were they goading her? Or were they unsure how to react? If they were looking for her, they knew about her quirk and her brother’s.

She was running out of time.

Suellen turned the corner again, only to crash into an employee switching out a standee. She fell, her compact nearly sliding away. As the heroes almost caught up to her, she reached and grabbed it, holding it tightly to her chest. Her head began to throb painfully, her heart pounding rapidly.

“THERE SHE IS!”

Stay away!

“Kacchan, stop!”

Stay away!

“Deku! Ground Zero! Wait!”

“STAY AWAY!!!”

A piercing white light filled the air as Suellen’s eyes went wide. Screams ringed through her ears, and she could feel as though her soul was leaving her body. When the light began to fade, she felt light headed. Everything ached. Looking up, she blinked away the pain as best she could. There were bodies laying around her, all passed out. One of the heroes, the angry one, was laying there as well. The broccoli looking man and Eira, who had caught up to them, were still standing, having covered their eyes before anything could happen.

It wasn’t until everything came to focus that she realized she was in front of an antique shop, with mirrors now filled with screaming visages of those who lay asleep.

“Kacchan!” the other hero yelled.

Suellen stood up and ran, averting her eyes as much as she could so that no one would meet her gaze.

“Suellen?!” Michael shouted. “What happened?!”

“I’m sorry!” she cried. “I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry!”

She kept running until she made it back to the apartment, passing out from exhaustion after locking the door.

Icons made here here and here and with photoshop.

#myselfinserts #mybnhaocs #days of future class #whoops I did it again #I needed to after yesterday tbh #Anonymous

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whoacanada · 7 years

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Hazing

Summary: Jack’s history with hazing is not a pleasant one, and he’s not about to continue the tradition at Samwell. The decision has nothing to do with Eric Bittle.

Pairings: pre-Jack/Bitty; Past Kent/Jack

Warnings: flashbacks to Juniors, implied dub-con situation, locker room talk, vague-ish descriptions of aggressive hazing rituals. Longer description in the A/N at the end.

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Now:

It’s the third time they’ve had this discussion and Jack is tired of having to explain himself. Again, he ticks off the points on his fingertips.

“Underwear stays on. No naked obstacle course. No dare-or-dare.”

Shitty huffs and kicks his legs off the bed in a mock tantrum. “You’re making this really fuckin’ hard, Jackie. At this rate, even the swim team is going to have a more hardcore initiation than us. They do brunch, Zimmermann. BRUNCH. We have a reputation to uphold: Epikegster and Hazeapalooza are the highlights of the fucking year. SMH needs two legs to stand on, Jack. Deux jambes, bro.”

“I don't care about the lacrosse team, or the swim team, or any team except this one, and the men’s hockey team shouldn't be known for hazing.”

“It's not hazing, it's Hazeapalooza, it’s fun.” Shitty furrows his brow. “Wait, wait, wait -- what about the kidnapping? It’s tradition.”

Jack shakes his head. “Not this year. Not with Bittle. Not with his history.”

Shitty huffs like a bull, but acquiesces. “Yeah, suppose blindfolding Bitty and tossing him into a Uhaul with a bunch of drunk naked bros might be a bit much.”

“We don't want to traumatize him. Any of them.”

“That’s the last fucking thing we need.” Shitty gripes, rubbing a hand over his face. “Alright, I’ve got some ideas, they might be hella-fucking-lame without Lards’ creative input, but something’s better than nothing.”

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Then:

Jack remembers spending the night before his 16th birthday bare-assed at center ice with the rest of the Oceanic rookies. It’s not a pleasant memory by any stretch of the imagination.

Before he left Montreal, his father told him to always expect some kind of hazing ritual with a new team - even winked as he warned him not to drink too much and have fun. Bond with the boys.

Jack remembers wondering what the hell kind of initiations his father went through that he could joke about it after; or if it was just another example of something he couldn’t handle as well as Bad Bob.

Someone pours a bottle of water on him and his feet stick against the ice. They make him drink until he can barely stand. Grab him. Mock him. Scream at him so loud his ears ring.

Logically, Jack knows it’ll end soon, but he’s drunk, he’s tired, and all the wrong receptors are firing in his brain. He needs his medication. He wants to cry. Maybe he does, because someone hurls a slur and Girard brings up that decades old tabloid rumor about Bad Bob cruising gay bars.

When they ask if sucking dick runs in the family, Jack chokes back the urge to vomit. He saw what they made Anders do after he threw-up, Jack’s not about to risk the same torment.

Then, they turn on Parse, his new billet-mate and almost friend.

Kent, the American who laughs at Jack’s bad jokes and pretends he doesn’t cry at night because he’s homesick. Kent, who is kind, and short, and makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches. Kent, who has freckles on his chest and a little mole on his hip that Jack tries so hard not to peek at when they change after practice. Kent, who might actually like Jack for Jack and who doesn’t deserve any of this.

Jack thinks it’s almost over, pushing two am with practice less than six hours away, but he’s wrong; and like most things in Jack’s life, it gets worse before it gets better.

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They don’t talk about it after, even if the guys dance around the subject with suggestive chirps and pointed looks. They all get to play nice now, because the rookies have earned their stripes, and Jack’s proved he’s worthy of being a part of this team.

If his hands shake a little harder before practice, if he has trouble sleeping and never shows his back to his teammates in the locker room, that’s his business and no one else’s.

It’s over. He survived.

But Kent…Kent is different now. Quiet. Angry. He sticks to Jack like a shadow. Or maybe Jack is the shadow, he can’t tell anymore and he doesn’t care. They train together, play together, drink together, neither drifting too far out of sight. Even though that night is behind them, even though they’re ‘brothers’, Jack doesn’t trust his teammates, he can’t, but he trusts Kenny, and Kenny trusts him.

Then one night Kent misses curfew, and when he does come home he’s got a black eye and a bloody nose. Julianna fusses over him, threatening to call Coach, but he says it wasn’t a fight; claims he was jumped on the way home. It’s a lie, but Julianna doesn’t want a scene any more than they do, so she drops it.

Later, when Jack asks what really happened, Kent grins toothily, more of a grimace than smile, and pulls a wrinkled polaroid from his pocket. It’s a picture from Initiation, the one where their faces are smushed together in a parody of a kiss. You can’t see the hands forcing them together, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

Kent gives him the photo.

“You don’t have to pretend to like me anymore, I took care of it. They can’t blackmail you now.”

Instead of validating the statement, Jack moves to the bathroom, collecting the candle lighter and upending the small metal wastebasket. They sit on the porch and burn the photo, together.

“I’m not pretending to like you,” Jack stumbles, words heavy on his tongue. “I like you. A lot. You’re my best friend.”

Over the tiny, acrid fire, Kent leans in and presses a kiss to Jack’s cheek; off-center and sloppy with his swollen face, but a kiss just the same.

That night Kent scrambles down from the top bunk and slides into bed beside him. Jack doesn’t say a word, just takes Kent’s hand beneath the sheets, links their fingers, and squeezes tight.

If Kent can be brave, Jack can too.

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Now:

Jack keeps his sunglasses on, a beer in his hand, and every time one of the frogs looks up at him, he offers a slight smile. Reassuring them that they’re safe. There isn’t a terrible surprise coming. This is it. This is all.

The frogs drink. They howl like wolves. They sing off-key and curse and pledge their loyalty to the Gods of Hockey. It’s stupid. Irreverent. Benign.

Fun.

Bittle shakes like a leaf, but it isn’t because he’s scared, he’s just cold; laughing like the rest of them at the spectacle they’re making together.

Just a bunch of ‘schwasted hockey bros chanting ‘G. O. A. T.’ at a cardboard standee of Wayne Gretzky surrounded by flaming pucks.

This is brotherhood.

Later, as Ransom and Holster oversee the frogs attempting to joust with hockey sticks, Shitty slides into Jack from the side, elbowing him playfully.

“And you were worried Bitty couldn’t handle a bit of fun. Bro can already drink Wicks under the table, his blood’s half alcohol, man; half alcohol, half fucking pie-filling. You know little dude would have owned the naked obstacle course.”

Jack’s reply is lost as Bittle lets loose a battle-cry and skates into Davis, knocking them both to the ice in a sprawl of limbs and laughter. Instead, Jack offers up a fist, which is bumped eagerly.

“Jaques Laurent Zimmermann, softest fucking bro at Samwell. Don’t worry, won’t tell anyone your terrible secret.”

“Doesn't hurt anything to retire the old traditions,” Jack says, watching the other frogs congratulate Bittle. “Not if we’re able to start better ones.”

Shitty grins and pulls Jack into a loose headlock. “Whatever, man. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your freshman no-show. I’m coming for you next year.”

Instead of dread, Jack feels…nothing. Indifferent, like the threat has passed. He shakes out of Shitty’s hold and wrestles himself away, surprised at the laugh that escapes him.

“Alright, Shits. I’ll be ready.”

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A/N: So I basically filled my own meta-prompt about Jack/Bitty being afraid of college hazing, and combined it with the @zimmbonibitty suggestion that Jack made Bitty’s freshman Hazeapalooza less intimidating to protect him. Went a little nuts with it. Fair warning, there’s some heavy stuff in here, mostly regarding Jack and Kent being hazed in Juniors, including an implied dub-con situation, locker room talk, and descriptions of hazing rituals that I really wish were made up. This is partially inspired by this incident with Manitoba’s Junior’s team, other examples were taken from personal accounts of athletic and frat hazing online, stories from friends of mine, and personal experience.

#check please #zimbits #pimms #jack zimmermann #kent parson #hazing #my stuff #fic #jack/kent #my fic

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nightwingxy · 7 years

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Frozen Follows -2015 (warning: Not that good, Cheesy as hell)

Within the past 5 or so months, I came to a few odd revelations. The first is that the movie frozen is following me and stalking me. Just about every day I see something pertaining to frozen. It might be a cardboard standee in a store window that I see when i’m eating lunch, or its on the shirt of the girl in-front of me getting off the train, or I see 1000 random pieces of merchandise at whatever store I'm at. No matter where I go, Frozen will always find me, somehow, haunting me. It’s a horrible curse, but it’s also kind of a good thing. The other thing is that I have a crazy love obsession with Anna from frozen. I don't know exactly why, but I do, and its kind of weird. Sometimes she is all I ever think about. I would cry many sleepless nights wishing she was here with me, while I would fall asleep happy with her in my thoughts. Again, kind of weird. So every time I see frozen anything i both smile and cringe at the same time. And Sometimes I just cant take it, and drives me insane. But as of recently it isn't as bad, mainly do to a dream I had. About a few weeks ago I Went to bed with Anna on my mind. I soon fall asleep, but then I wake up on a bridge outside the city of Arendelle, the home of Princess Anna and Queen Elsa in Frozen. It’s afternoon, and Im wearing skinny jeans, a fancy long sleeve shirt, with a pocket in the front and i have my Darth Vader vans on my feet. I feel something in my pocket, I take it out, and it’s an

invitation to a dinner party/dance/Disney higher ups gathering thing at Queen Elsa’s castle in 20 minutes from now, with a personal note and signature by Anna. The note from anna also mentions something about disney executives. But then before I can react, the merchant from resident evil 4 comes up to me, and says:“Welcome, I’ve got a selection of good things on sale today, stranger. So, what are you buying?” The merchant proceeds to open up the left side of his coat, Revealing A plethora of Official Frozen merchandise. Dolls, clothes, school and office supplies, DVD’s, CD’s, kitchen ware, this guys got it all. I tell him I don't want anything. But before I can start to run towards the castle, he stops me and says“ I’ve got some rare things on sale, stranger.” He then opens up the right side of his coat, Revealing even more frozen merchandise, and some other random crap. While quickly scanning my eyes through his selection, and I notice the Batman watch that I got at GameStop and wear all the time in real life. I ask him how much, and he says “5 Dollars, stranger.” I pay him the money. He asks “ Is that all, stranger?”, I say yes, and he responds with “ He he he he, thank you.” I respond with “Yeah, sure, whatever” as I'm running off towards the castle, frantically putting my watch on. While I’m running through the town, I see everyone wearing frozen shirts, jackets, hats, dresses, backpacks, etc. The town is also littered with stores that only sell Frozen merchandise. When I start to get closer to the castle I see Anna greeting a small group of people, some executive types. Once they head inside, she sees me, then waves for

me and calls my name. I finally reach the castle, and ultimately Anna, the love of my life. I tell her hi, and ask her hows it going. She says its great, and she's been excited for this dinner party for days, and is super glad to see me. I ask her if Kristof is coming, since i don't know what our relationship is like here. she says “ no, don't you remember what i told you the other day? I said that A: Kristof is out adventuring or whatever, and B: were just friends, which was when you made your move and we started being more than friends”. “Oh yeah.” I awkwardly reply. Then quickly respond with “Sorry, my brain farted earlier.” She laughs, then we go inside, holding hands. I ask her about the Disney executives thing, and she says that they’re having meeting about the franchise with Elsa and that I can stay. I say sure, why not. We hang out talk, and dance at the party until the dinner/meeting starts. As we find our seats as I grab 2 pieces of cheese and 2 crackers from a cheese and crackers plate a waiter had when I passed by him.I pull her chair out for her, and she sits, then i sit. I take my piece of cheese and give Anna the other cheese and the 2 crackers, which she proceeds to make a mini sandwich with. She eats it, thanks me, then kisses me on the cheek. Then 2 servants come out and announce the queen’s arrival to the dinning hall. We all stand and clap for queen Elsa, then sit back down. She welcomes everyone to the castle, among other things. I zone out for a bit but Anna snaps me back to “reality.” I start to listen, and i find out the main guests are Legit actually THE Disney executives, as in the people who own and run

Disney. They start to talk about Frozen 2, the Frozen broadway show, Random Disney theme park stuff like meet n greets, possible rides and shows, etc. The conversation changes from disneyland stuff to merchandising and other media, like books, video games, etc.. They start bringing out the presentation stuff, complete with pointing stick. They start to talk about revenue, demographics, transmedia crap. Anna and I are both bored out of our minds. Then they quickly start to talk about what kinds of new merchandise with Anna and Elsa on it that they can crap out to the masses of frozen fans. They don’t stop, And it gets so crazy, i think that they’re trying to make Anna and Elsa look like big, greedy sell outs. “We can put your Faces on anything and people will buy up all of this crap!” says the guy with the pointing stick. Elsa tries to change the subject to something else, like frozen dolls with better looking faces. They ignore her and keep talking about having every kind of product with their faces and the films logo on it, so frozen can be sold anywhere to anyone. Elsa is getting worried this and says “we don't need that much more merchandise”. They ignore her again, and she gets pissed, and responds with “Stop trying to whore out the image of my sister and I!”. But then the head exec, gets up, and he looks a hell of a lot like senator Armstrong from metal gear rising, both physically and facially, except with more hair, and its grey. He tells her “SHUT UP, YOU HAVE NO SAY, WE OWN YOU!!!!” Anna has had it tells the exec “YOU CAN’T TALK TO THE QUEEN LIKE THAT!!” The exec Shouts “SHUT THE HELL UP, WE OWN YOU

TOO!!” So by now I’ve had enough of this rich douchebag’s shit. I stand up and yell “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO EITHER OFF THEM LIKE THAT, DICKHEAD!!” He growls “ WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?!?!? YOUR OBLIVIOUSLY NOT KRISTOF, SO DONT GET SO FRIENDLY WITH OUR OTHER FEMALE LEAD YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I Start to Retaliate with “ I JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE HER REAL BOYFRIEND, and end with “FUCK YOU MR. BURNS”. He then threatens us with his moon sized battle station up in space, the death star, and that he could “WIPE THIS SHITHOLE COUNTRY OFF THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLANET, BECAUSE DISNEY CONTROLS THE WORLD MOTHER FUCKER, SO WATCH YOUR MOUTH.” Then what I said Finally hits him, that Anna and Kritsof aren't a couple anymore, because she’s with me, ruining their marketing and a bunch of other shit all at once. He then gets Furious, starts storming towards me. Elsa has had ENOUGH, and starts to takes action and gets ready to freeze him, but he came prepared. As soon as feels the room get a little cold, he pulls out a remote with a single button. When he presses it, Elsa’s powers just don't work anymore. How?!?! I Don't really know. But then he heads towards Elsa instead, with Anna running over to protect her sister. She steps in front of elsa to protect her, but takes a mean pimp slap in the face for both breaking up with Kristof, and defying the grand master CEO of Disney as he calls himself. I just snap, and I dart over to the mother fucker and jump kick his burly ass. He stumbles back and drops the remote. I

quickly grab it, push the button, then smash the damn thing. Elsa gets her powers back, then immediately freezes the other executives sitting at the table. I go help Anna up, and she starts crying on my shoulder. She tells me to kick his ass to kingdom come. I tell her I will, Despite Knowing that I will probably loose. So “Armstrong”, as i decided to call him,starts running outside, so Elsa sends her guards after him. I tell Anna that I have to go, But as soon as i start to run after him, she grabs my arm and pulls me towards her, and we kiss very passionately for about 7 seconds. She then tells me to check the first closet to the right on the way out. I tell her she’s the best, and we say our goodbyes really quickly, as I run off. I check the first closet on the right, and i find a small case. I open it up and I find a lightsaber. I turn it on, and it turns out to be Kylo Ren’s lightsaber from Star Wars Episode VII, the one with the 2 smaller blades that come out to make a cross guard. I turn it back off, and run AS FAST AS I FUCKING CAN into the setting sun. I make it outside the town just in time to see the guards prevent Armstrong from escaping in his space limo, at least that’s what his vehicle looked like to me. I run through the guards to confront this mother fucker. He says that I’m “a fool to challenge the Disney empire!! You will suffer greatly for this.” He then pulls out his Darth Vader lightsaber. I pull out my Kylo Ren Lightsaber. When the cross guard comes out, I actually see fear in his eyes for the first time in forever as his evil smile quickly fades away. We have a extremely quick duel before I cut off his hands with the cross guard. I then cut off

his left arm. I then stab him in the heart shouting “THIS IS FOR ANNA!!”. I press the blade further and yell “AND THIS IS MY SANITY!!!” As his corpse falls to the ground i take the keys to his space limo or whatever it is, and decide to sell it to merchant if I see him again. Then I start to walk back the castle, and As soon as I see Anna Running towards me, I collapse to the ground on my knees. Then She then runs as fast as humanly possible, WhenI look back, I see that Armstrong didn't die just yet and shot me with his pistol, so I stumble back on my feet and cut his god damn head off with the lightsaber. I fall again, but anna catches me. I tell her I love her, and that I will always love her. We kiss, then I pass out, or possibly die in her arms, I'm not sure which. That’s when I Wake up and I'm in bed, and realize that it was a dream. I'm a little saddened by this fact, but get over it rather quickly. So i’m officially awake, but before i get out of bed i grab my phone and download a picture of Anna in her green dress from the end of frozen that she was wearing in my dream. After that moment, I didn't see frozen as much in the world around me as much any more. My love obsession with anna got better, as it didn't take up all of my personal life like it used to. My life got a little less weird because of this dream as a hole, and I also got excited for frozen 2. I still hope one day I can return to that world in my dreams to see Anna Again, to tell her that I lover her.

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Being a geek has its payoffs. For example, I’ve had to become a pretty dedicated person to hang onto my geek cred—scoring 100% completion runs, exploring every installment in my favorite series, and making four-hour roundtrips to Florida’s biggest anime Con, Metrocon, each year.

Since its inception, this Floridian Con giant has certainly spread its wings into other wares—including superheroes and the indie gaming scene. Unlike Megacon, however, which has always been a jack-of-all-trades in geekery, Metrocon’s Dragon Ball-shaped heart is firmly fixed on all things otaku—meaning that you’re never quite out-of-sight of a Karasuno jersey or Tokyo-dwelling ghoul.

This year marked my third time at Metrocon, alongside the event’s 15th anniversary. And despite a few significant bumps along the way, I had a “plus ultra” time.

The Scoop:

What – A for fans, by fans anime convention featuring celebrity guests, exhibitors, and the most unique and exciting convention entertainment in the multiverse!

When:

Thursday, August 3rd (12:00PM – 12:00AM) Friday, August 4th (10:00AM –1:00AM) Saturday, August 5th (10:00AM – 12:00AM) Sunday, August 6th (9:00AM – 6:00PM)

Where – Tampa Convention Center

Who – Steve Blum, Mary Elizabeth McGlynn, Scott McNeil, Christina Vee, Vic Mignogna, Max Mittleman, Ray Chase, Robbie Daymond, Paul St. Peter, Kyle Rowling, NoFlutter, Caleb Hyles, Jonathan Young, Pikabellechu, Oliroux, TeppyBAKA, Mew21, Erin Hurst, TJ Omega, Dei Cosart, Duy Truong, and Papanotzzi

Price – $30-$40 (single-day), $85 (weekend)

Perks – Costume Content, Picture This! Contest, AMV Contest, Anime Idol, Lip Sync Battle, Illustration Content, Metrocade Video Gaming, Tabletop Gaming, Panels and Workshops, 600,000 square feet of convention space

With Metrocon crammed into one of my busiest weeks in August, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make the drive this year and knew I’d only be able to attend on Sunday. But I was absolutely determined to go to the ends of Eos to obtain an autograph from Ray Chase and Robbie Daymond, voices of two of the lead characters in Final Fantasy XV (the number of hours I’ve clocked into that game is almost as uncomfortable as the length of time I waited for its release). Sweetening the deal were appearances by Steve Blum (voice of my favorite, phoneless, vampire-gunner-monster hybrid), Paul St. Peter, and Mary Elizabeth McGlynn.

The ride couldn’t have been smoother (with the total lack of traffic near the heart of Tampa nearly leading me into the uncanny valley). The parking fee: fair and affordable at a mere $10.

I woke up extra early and arrived about an hour before the autograph session with Chase, Daymond, and St. Peter—which, from past Con experience, has always been more than enough time. Unfortunately, the press pass reserved under my name had been given to someone else on accident, meaning I got held up in the ticketing line a bit too long, missing the only scheduled slot to meet with the voices of the FFXV bros. The autograph line had apparently been cut off about an hour early. On a Sunday.

It was disheartening, given all that I’d done to prepare for the moment. I spent my first few hours at Metrocon standing in the next autograph line as early as possible in order to ensure a meeting with Blum and McGlynn. The line cut off after being open a mere 15 minutes, about two hours prior to the scheduled meet-and-greet period. Because I had not been given a “free autograph” card when I checked in, I nearly missed obtaining autographs altogether—if not for a kindly attendee standing in front of me who offered me hers.

That’s not to dismiss Metrocon as a whole. Events this size require almost inhuman amounts of synchronization, and people were likely growing tired and short on supplies by the final day. Special guests had flights to catch, and that unfortunately meant not everyone would be able to meet them within an allotted time. Even so, I’d like to see reconsideration given to the autograph lines, perhaps allowing simple walk-ups like Megacon or spreading the guests’ appearances throughout the day rather than concentrating them into a single timeslot (as was the case on Sunday).

To their credit, the staff were very sympathetic of my plight. I was given a free pass for the day, handed more “free autograph” cards than I could ever use, and graciously allowed the chance to meet Ray Chase before he left. Many of my friends had an unabashedly smashing time at the event this year, so I can only call my experience an outlier. Even so, it was mine.

Rather than be pessimistic about these mishaps, I chose to enjoy the rest of Metrocon’s offerings—and, boy, am I glad I did. Being in line for three hours meant that I missed the Anime Chess Match and most of the panels that evening, but the vendor’s hall—which, might I add, was monstrous this year—completely turned the rocky start upside down.

I can’t remember the last time I purchased so much in so little time at a Con. I could hardly pass an artist or vendor without holding out a fistful of dollars in my best Futurama meme impression.

Many of Metrocon’s merchandise vendors were manned by familiar faces, focusing on clothing, figurines, keychains, and wall scrolls, primarily. The scarcity of imported snacks and savories from Japan seemed a bit out-of-place with Metrocon’s focus, but whatever diversity or unpredictability the merchandise lacked was more than made up for with the total joyride that was Artist’s Alley.

Simply put: there were a lot of prints and other homemade wares that grabbed my interest—and when I say “grabbed,” I mean like a shinigami grabs a stray apple. Fan-made acrylic keychains and standees—novelties I’ve seen little of elsewhere—were such a common sight that they almost seemed collaborated (I snatched a chibi Kotomine Kirei before the day was done). There were hologramic prints that transitioned between archenemy’s faces, pixelized bead statues, and some incredible close-out deals. (Vash the Stampede print by SamDelaTorre for a single double-dollar? You bet your doughnuts!)

My Hero Academia was a “super” common sight, both among the cosplayers that day and the art prints for sale. I purchased one print of All Might in particular (drawn by the gifted MuddyMelly) that I hope to bestow with Christopher Sebat’s signature someday. Overwatch and Final Fantasy XV unsurprisingly held significant representation in-between all the quirky superheroes.

And that’s saying nothing of the live-action medieval duels, the wristband-checking Master Roshi, and the literal hordes of cosplayers—who, despite it being Sunday, came out in such force and with such fantastic style that I couldn’t help but feel pride as an otaku.

My spirits lifted with each new booth I explored and costume I photographed, until, by day’s end, I left with a trunk full of loot and a Sora-like smile plastered to my face—not least of which can be credited to a Gladio cosplayer wielding a sword made of cup noodles. (You, sir, are the hero Eos deserves.)

Metrocon is a for fans, by fans, four-day anime convention featuring celebrity guests, exhibitors, and the most unique and exciting convention entertainment in the multiverse, located annually at the Tampa Convention Center.

Visit the Metrocon Official Website

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