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devilrainbunnie · 3 years

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X/2/3

shigaraki x reader

a/n: kind of an au, first piece! hope you guys like, i was feeling angsty. part two maybe?

CW: anxiety warning, cheating, manipulation, reader is depressed, sexual themes and description of sexual themes. minors DNI.

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“for the millionth time, nothing is going on!” he snapped, rolling his eyes as he shuffled in his chair. fingers carefully laced around the hand held device. the vermillion eyes were full of fire, a fire that burned in agitation. towards you. he dared not to look into yours, for that would be almost like he was admitting to the accusations.

“then why do you smell like perfume that isn’t mine? why are you gone hours at a time without ever going to a meeting? why can’t you even do as little as look at me? why do you—“ your voice began to shake, feeling your fingers tremble with the hem of your shirt.

“you’re being paranoid, quit projecting your fucking insecurities on to me y/n. this conversation is over, now fuck off and let me relax.” he snarled, shifting his body away from your stance. he continued to play on his device, paying no mind to the girl with a river of tears pouring from her eyes.

you knew how it would end, and it always consisted of him leaving for the rest of the day. coming home the next morning, sometimes not even bothering to shower. you weren’t stupid. you could see the love bites on his scarred neck, his swollen lips, the way his sea foam colored locks were in a tangled bunch, he reeked of expensive perfume... you’d even found hair strands that weren’t either of yours. you knew, he knew that you knew, but he didn’t care that you knew.

it’s been going on since tomura was declared leader, king of this new group— the paranormal liberation front. since then, he’s put himself on such a high pedestal and his eyes began to wander. it wasn’t too noticeable at first, you thought you were just being insecure. because your boyfriend of over a year was beginning to spend less and less time with you. for the first time since you both got intimate, he stopped sleeping with you in your shared bed regularly. his often touch starved nature of wanting to be held and hold you constantly, began to stop. after a while, he wouldn’t so much as ruffle your hair anymore, or touch your back as he walked past. he stopped smiling at you.

he stopped loving you.

you noticed a specific girl with him from time to time, she was so different from you. outwardly sexy, confident, and most of all, she had him. she had beautiful emerald eyes, and dashing natural red hair. her figure was unbeatable. someone who would’ve been regularly out of his league, just due to her status, and often snobby nature. deep down, you knew that’s probably why he felt so enticed. she was unattainable. just like you had been to him once. he was always one to strive for the best, you guessed that meant lovers too.

you almost felt bad for him, considering the knowledge you had about her... she did this a lot. fucked around with higher ups as a way to gain better status, be placed in a higher rank, and get special privileges bother plf members wouldn’t originally receive. you’d heard this from dabi, she apparently tried to do the same thing to him, but he said, he “had better standards than that”.

you chuckled at dabi’s comment, you were the only one in the league he treated like a genuine friend. thankfully he could always make you crack a smile or two.

then like usual, the sadness came back.

there you were, alone in your shared apartment inside of the plf building. you sat at the edge of the windowsill in the living room, the lights were off. nothing but the distance sound of owls, wind, and branches to be heard. the moons glow to illuminate the scenery just a touch. your e/c eyes red, and glistened with the aftermath of an overbearing storm of a meltdown. your cheeks still burning, lips chapped and your hands doing anything else but standing still. since it got bad a few weeks ago with him, this is all you’ve been able to do. cry. let out your loud sobs all day, and whenever tomura was due to return, you’d go back to the way he preferred you. quiet, distant, and minding your business.

even with your quirk, your depression had led to all of the plants in each room to wilt. it’s almost poetic how accurate that displayed to your feelings— and of course, tomura didn’t even notice them.

anytime you did anything, it agitated him. there was no use in speaking, unless he was the one to initiate it. asking you what you made him for dinner, asking if you’ve seen a certain item of his, or asking you to do something for him, like stitch his tethered hoodie. sometimes telling you that he was annoyed with you being around dabi.

you began to nibble on your bottom lip again, trying to stop the fresh new wave of tears that threatened to spill. you promised yourself to not cry anymore, stop it. you stood from your spot, adjusting the simple outfit you wore. just usual long sleeve and leggings. using your sleeves to dry your face from the evidence of your overwhelming sadness. deciding that you should just take a shower, get ready for bed, and sleep. what else was there to do anyhow?

you soon felt refreshed, your heart still aches but the overwhelming pain subsided. you rested your head against the familiar scented cotton pillow case and grabbed his pillow. holding it close to your chest.

this is all i really have left of him now... wow.

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the next day was seemingly uneventful. with a rare spotting of tomura coming in, showering, getting dressed, eating, and leaving once again. he paid you no mind the entire time. just simply glazing over your figure as you sat in different spots within the hour or two he was there. there were no words to he spoken. he didn’t even greet you when coming in. he just walked in the bedroom, rummaged around. looked at you as you were just waking up, and went about his business.

the pain settled in even more. every day it hit harder, and harder, but today, you were numb. the tears you held were all gone. you couldn’t cry, you couldn’t aimlessly sob. nothing. the core of you was empty.

“how much longer can i take of this...” you whispered to yourself tucking your knees to your chest. arms protectively wrapped around yourself.

you looked over to the once beautiful anthurium, it was completely wilted. the vibrant red petals were beginning to fall off. that plant was the one you connected the most with, it had a piece of your soul with it at this point. it would’ve been an easy fix to keep it from dying. one touch, and it would be right back to normal.

would the flower remember it’s neglect? the times you slacked on giving it water and proper daylight? would it simply forgive so easily just by your touch? can you forgive him, just by his touch?

“i don’t know.”

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days had passed, he hadn’t come by since that night to your knowledge. sometimes you stepped out for a bit, just to clear your mind. you began to grow anxious, something was wrong. definitely wrong. you needed to know, to have some closure. every minute that passed seemed to crush you, it felt as if the world was ending.

against your better judgement, you got dressed. fixed your hair, and shakily tried to calm yourself down as you looked in the mirror. overanalyzing every single detail about your appearance, you looked like hell.

you were planning to go searching for tomura around the building. maybe even ask dabi if he had seen him. you stepped into your converse, taking deep breaths as you prepared yourself to find whatever might lie ahead. the feeling in your stomach didn’t stop churning.

one touch can’t fix it.

he won’t fix it.

he doesn’t want you.

you hugged the jacket tighter to your frame, feeling clammy and weak in the knees as you began to search around. he wasn’t anywhere you were looking, you checked everywhere you usually found him. you came across dabi before stepping into the elevator. he seemed concerned, he grabbed your shoulder before you walked away.

“y/n?” he quietly asked. his tone laced with anxiety.

“o-oh, hey.” your trembling form turned to face him. “long time no see.”

“what the fuck is going on?”

“it’s nothing, don’t worry about it—“

“don’t lie to me.” he cut you off, his voice laced with venom. he was always like a big brother figure to you, always protective and so easy to catch on. “what’s going on y/n? do i have to kill that creepy little fucking gremlin?” he snarled.

“n-no! no! it’s fine, really. i’m just uh, trying to find him that’s all.” you said sincerely. your voice wavering the entire way, stepping away from his hold on you.

“y/n don’t walk away from me, talk to me about this. you look like shit.” he called after you.

“i’m sorry.” you said in a voice so small he barely was able to grasp it. dabi just stared at you with disbelief, and anger.

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then came the room you dreaded most. subconsciously you wanted to search it last, due to fear of what you might see.

you knew he was cheating, but you were in denial until you could see it.

you were about to give up and go back to your room before you heard a specific sound. coming from the office tomura used most often, but wasn’t always in. the way the table sounded against the wall and hardwood of the floors made your body tense, the breathless panting, the high pitched moaning... and worst of all, the sound of tomura groaning in pleasure. did your ears deceive you? bile threatened to shoot from your stomach. you eased open the office door, to a sight you wish you never saw. there was tomura, thrusting into the girl you feared and envied most. he was lost in lust, suckling, kissing, and grabbing every part of her flesh that was visible. like he used to do to you.

used to.

you stood there in horror, feeling like everything was crumbling before you. he didn’t even notice your peering eyes staring right into the depths of his soul, and hers. his groans got louder, he muttered something he hadn’t told you in such a long time. it made you want to scream so loud that your lungs bled.

“f-fuck, i— love you.”

you shakily slammed the door behind you. hard, and heavy breaths struggling to be let out, as you ran to the elevator. smashing the buttons to go back to your room. tears streaming down your face once again, you let out hushed cries, trying to regain your composure. as you ran to your room. it happened all in a daze, you loudly cried as you packed some of your things into a backpack, hating that things still smelled like him. you sobbed finding old polaroids if each other. deciding to throw the stack at the wall above the bed.

once you had everything ready, you realized something. you were still wearing a necklace he gave you a bit ago. it was a small anthurium made of ruby. you held the delicate item in your hands, debating what to do with it. the burden of owning it haunting you much more than letting it go, so that’s what you did. you placed the necklace on the counter. grabbing the notepad that was usually on the counter as well to write a quick note on top for him to find. your eyes flooded over the room, drinking it in as much as you could before leaving. all of the memories, decorating it with tomura, having sex for the first time on the bed, the first time he came home like he often did now... you felt a sob threatening to release again as you recounted the memory.

lastly you dropped the key next to the necklace, never to be seen again.

you exited the building with little hassle, tears still free falling across your face like usual. the hood of your jacket was up to conceal yourself, you wanted to leave without a trace. luckily it was late enough to do so, the only person who spotted you was spinner. for some reason he was alone by himself outside. he seemed concerned about your disheveled and unfamiliar appearance. but he didn’t utter a word to you, letting you walk out before him. you wondered what he thought of your pathetic sobbing form pacing out of the entrance.

you barely had a plan, a place to go for that matter. all that mattered now, was you.

you need to let go.

he can’t fix it this time.

don’t let him fix it this time, y/n.

>>>

tomura arrived to the apartment hours after you had left, he wasn’t expecting anything but a nice hot shower and a warm bed to sleep in. his body was sore from the steamy evening he spent with the red head. she really rocked his shit, he chuckled at the thought of her.

he didn’t bother to look around the main room, before heading straight into the bedroom. the light was on, which wasn’t that unusual. what was unusual though, was the mess around the room. the closets were wide open, pieces of film thrown all over the bed, and floor. at first he was mad, barging into the bathroom to yell at you. flipping on the light, to see nothing. you weren’t in the bathroom, or bedroom.

“y/n why did you leave everything such a mess? why did you throw pictures everywhere? what the fuck is going on?!” he called out to you. annoyed. like usual. he walked out of the bedroom, noticing finally, you weren’t here. “y/n.” he spoke sternly.

he walked cautiously around the space, looming over every detail, not able to make out your form anywhere. he remained calm but he was a bit worried, you were acting super unstable lately. though he’d never let you know that. he seemingly searched everywhere in depth, before he noticed some items on top of the island counter. switching on the light switch to get a better look. his heart sunk.

the necklace he gave you.

the beautiful ruby anthurium he gave you.

the one you wore every day since.

the one he gave to you as a promise to his love, the love he promised to be undying.

“fuck...”

along with the key to the apartment.

the one you both shared.

he noticed the note, it was written in your handwriting.

‘i hope you love her as honestly as you once loved me. i left everything behind i never want to see again. i won’t be ratting you out and i won’t be returning to you.

good bye, thanks for the memories.

y/n.’

#shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #bnha x reader #bnha au #shigaraki angst #mha shigaraki #tomura shigaraki fanfiction #angst #i’m sad now #pls lmk if you guys want part two #ahhh

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103oclock · 4 years

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[FULL ENG TRANS] 2020.04.20 W Korea’s May edition : Stay happy, cool and strong (Baekhyun)

EXO Baekhyun’s strong identity is driven by his happiness in enjoying music.

We’ve met before through an interview with EXO, many years ago. I clearly remember something you said then, which was, ‘Before entering SM, I thought I was the best singer in Bucheon.’ Baekhyun at that time did say that (laughs). He had so much ‘confidence.’

Thanks to what you said then, when I see you slowly improving ever since you said that, I think about those stories where a kid who is good at studying enters a science or foreign language high school* and becomes crestfallen after realising where he ranks in the whole school, so he studies with all his heart and becomes the top in school. Ah, my trainee days was when my confidence took a big blow. It just felt like my song would never get picked since there were so many other people who could sing so well. When you enter as a professional, you can’t be sloppy for even a second, and they will demand for you to be perfect, even down to every detail. I stopped thinking that singing is my specialty, and I had to reevaluate my thoughts on music. *=Science or foreign language high schools are prestigious schools in South Korea.

Even when you were discouraged, at some point your confidence would come back again, right? That’s right, to some extent. Also, I’m not the kind to let someone else dampen my spirit just because they said so (laughs).

I’m aware that you are planning to release your solo album soon. Because of the current situation, changes were made to the initial plans which could make things a little vague now. There are several activities I was scheduled to do but now can’t, but this situation now is not easy for everyone, and there are many people who are working very hard. There are still more to be done in several aspects, album-wise, but you can look forward to it as it will be different from the previous solo.

Did you have any desire or goal when you were working on your first solo album <City Lights>, which was released in summer? Since a long time ago, I’ve been wanting to do songs with city pop vibes. Also, it is meaningful to have the album comprised of just my voice. I hoped for people to hear the album and at least think, ‘So this is the kind of voice Baekhyun has.’ I’m glad it received such a good outcome.

What do you mean by ‘good outcome’? I got a lot of positive feedback. There were people who recognised the effort I put into the voice and vibe I wanted to express. The album sales were also good thanks to my fans.

What kind of voice did you want to express? Something that’s a little dreamy (laughs), and I guess I wanted there to be sexy vibes even with just my voice?

I was a little dubious when I first heard that the title track was called ‘UN Village,’ because it’s the more luxurious version of ‘Samsung Raemian’ (laughs). However, after listening to it, it seems like ‘luxurious’ was the keyword that was the main theme of the entire album. Even on stage, your performance is relaxed and doesn’t require much of an angle (as in a certain kind of look/style/theme), it looks like you wanted to portray that sort of laidback appeal. Oh, that’s very accurate. Because EXO has themes and we do powerful performances, I wanted my solo to be different. I wanted to pull out something I think of as my weapon, something that is relaxed rather than strong, and more focused on my voice itself.

It’s rather difficult to be relaxed if you don’t do a lot of preparation. Between what you do best and what you like best, which of the two do you think is closer to the composition of your first album? At first I matched the make up of the album to what I like, but I think it slowly became what I do best as I practised and did my studies. I’m always like that. I always do what I like instead of what I do best. There is almost nothing you are good at from the start. It starts of as ‘This is so hard, but I like it’ and at some point when I get familiar with it and master it, it feels really exhilarating.

This is sudden but it’s always fascinating to me when I see singers like you that start off with the position as a vocal, and become a dancer that does dynamic performances on stage. Could it be because SM is originally known for it's unrivalled training system, or is it because that person actually has dance DNA but simply never had the opportunity to draw it out? From the aspect of whether one knows how to use their body and muscles, it looks like I have the influence of the DNA. From moving your chest to doing several other movements. For example, there are people who find it hard to do detailed movements like ‘lift your right shoulder, and then pop your chest, bring down your right shoulder and lift your left shoulder.’ On top of that, SM’s environment, which has many people that started off as choreographers and have a command of high quality dancing in nature, also contributed to my progress. Looking around at my surroundings, I followed suit so my abilities got better, and there were many things I could learn and many things I was motivated by.

Soon it will be the 8th anniversary since EXO debuted so shall we talk about the time that started history? How did you feel at the start when you had to digest and do difficult dance moves even though you were a vocalist? I just had this desire. ‘I don’t want to remembered as the person who can’t dance.’ Thankfully, the members taught me and Chen, who entered the group late, until the wee hours of the morning. Kai took care of Chen, and Sehun took care of me. All the while competing who taught better, and who mastered the dance better. I improved a lot during the time we practised together.

Looking back, after debuting, was there a critical period where you felt like you were growing too fast? Around summer 2016 ‘Monster,’ my performance skills definitely improved. Choreographer Shim Jaewon hyung actually included a solo performance for me at the start of the song. There wasn’t supposed to have a solo performance but he said, ‘Baekhyun, you have a talent in dance too, you just have to work a little bit harder, let’s start building up your confidence now,’ and he choreographed a solo performance and encouraged me. From then on, I thought, ‘So I’m not someone who can’t dance,’ and I gained confidence in expressing myself through my body while doing my best for that solo performance. What I never knew, or what I suppressed, up to that point, I then started to express naturally.

Oh, that was around the time the special cover edition ‘EXOclusive’ you did with <W Korea> was produced! Was there a period where you were in a slump, music-wise? At the start of EXO’s activities, when we’re going from ‘MAMA’ to ‘Wolf.’ I achieved the reality of debuting and suddenly received a lot of attention, so the kid that was full of confidence became scared of singing. I doubted myself, that my singing might be weird. It was around then that my interest in vocalisation peaked, and I studied a lot. As I did that, my fears disappeared little by little and I started to anticipate how my voice would sound like when I sing live. I put in a lot of effort in ways like thinking if I should do it a certain way this time so it could sound different, and if I like the sound of my tone in a certain song, I could apply a part of it to another song.

Then before EXO, when did you first vaguely feel that you had something similar to a talent? The first time I ever went to a karaoke. Might have been grade 6 of elementary school.

What song did you sing? It was Yarn’s song. What was the song called... Can I quickly search it up?

Yarn’s songs are one of the tests for high-pitched power, and have made many guys fail miserably in karaokes. Exactly. Yarn’s ‘Run.’ Weirdly, I sang the song comfortably as how I heard it, and my friends’ reactions were huge. Ever since then, I thought ‘Oh? I didn’t even learn how to sing yet everyone says I’m good? This must be my greatest strength!’ and I started to like singing.

Your audience then reacted to your mic and your acoustics, which made that the moment you became a celebrity. So that’s how the history of ‘Bucheon Prince’ came about (laughs). My friends wouldn’t sing songs that are high in pitch. So I thought, ‘Huh? Why?’ I was still young then so I didn’t even know what a vibrato was, I just thought that the note was “vibrating.” When I hear that the end of the note doesn’t vibrate, I would think, ‘Why don’t they do the vibration thing? Isn’t it kind of flat?’ It was a time when I was young and ‘snobby’ (laughs).

If you were to introduce a distinct characteristic of your vocals, how would you say it? Um. Smooth yet at the same time robust.

You possess everything good... Hehe, I don’t have an entirely beautiful voice but I have a kind of baritone voice that is saturated with tenderness. So it is an advantage that I don’t have to limit myself to one genre and can challenge myself extensively.

Still, is there anyone’s vocals that you wish to have? Kim Bumsoo sunbae. Recently I am realigning my vocals. From my breathing to my vocalisation, I am remodelling everything. So I think about vocals a lot, but when I hear Kim Bumsoo sunbae’s songs, I feel that he has quite the stability. I think of stability as a power that allows the audience to listen comfortably and enjoy the song, and to people who sing, as players of the game themselves, would either want to show off or have the freedom to express a bar of the song any way they want. He has amazing stability, and he has a great voice, and he possesses several different tones. There are many things to look up to him to.

Instead of changing just one vocal aspect, you’re changing your style from the basics. It’s going to be a tough process. It’s not easy. I’ve been learning from my current vocal teacher for about a year now, but luckily, he’s like a saviour to me. Singer Im Hanbyul hyung introduced him to me. He not only teaches me vocal skills, but also helps me to find peace mentally. He’s like a doctor that does a full check-up on whatever I am uneasy about. He’s really grown up. [A/N: there’s no pronoun for Baekhyun’s vocal teacher but I used a standard pronoun for ease of reading]

Do you have any aspirations as a member of SuperM? We began our activities last fall and we were the first of Asia Artistes to debut at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart with our debut album. I’ve said ‘We will show you another kind of K-Pop’ in an interview in The States before, but there is another meaning behind the face value of what I said. No matter how I look at it, isn’t now the era to turn the impossible possible? It’s the same for SuperM. The fact that members of different groups have come together to form another group is entirely a whole new system. We were the pioneers to give it a shot, and that in itself is a step that creates synergy. With this in mind, I have the desire to make K-Pop widely known.

In the 2000′s, K-Pop started to gain popularity when SMTOWN was having their world tour, and in the recent years, K-Pop has once again taken another leap. Have you ever felt that it’s true while you were on tour? Of course. When we do interviews overseas, journalists would say things like, ‘If we were to define K-Pop, we can’t forget about the perfectly synced dance choreography, right?’ The style of group dance choreography, which has been around since long ago, is what shaped K-pop and I think of it as K-Pop’s important trait. When they know and point out that aspect, I feel proud and grateful.

SuperM brings EXO’s Baekhyun and Kai, SHINEE’s Taemin, NCT’s Taeyong and Mark, WayV’s Lucas and Ten together in a team. How is it like when you’re all together? They’re all really, honestly, very nice and innocent kids. They transform on stage but when I see how they’re like together off stage, I wonder how they could be that innocent. I want you guys to know that side of the boys before showing you our music and performance.

Are they like innocent boys behind the cool and handsome men that glare when they sing ‘We will burn on this stage’ during the performance? These guys also possess everything good... Superheroes normally conceal their own identity and show a mild appearance but when nighttime comes, they apprehend bad guys. Ever since I was young, I’ve always thought that somehow that was what true justice was (laughs). I feel like if the duality of how the boys are like daily and how they are like when they concentrate on stage was known, all the members are able to shine more brightly.

In today’s photoshoot, you went from bright and impeccable Baekhyun to Baekhyun with a dark charisma. And Cartier’s jewelry shone just like EXO Baekhyun, who symbolises ‘light’ (laughs). If you were to have dual personalities, what would it be? Though I am mostly nice and well-mannered, I am the type to be straightforward and be firm when I think ‘This isn’t right.’ Even when people who think ‘this person belongs to me,’ when they treat them badly, my firmness will appear. When that happens, I will step in and say something.

Listening to your stories, you seem like a person who is motivated by yourself. That’s right. I always find faults in myself. Whether it is on stage or my treatment towards other people, I frequently think about whether I had any drawbacks. I always think about questions like ‘Why do I keep doing the wrong move these days,’ or ‘Am I not focusing, or am I lacking practice for that part?’

What is something you need in order to continue and live a long life as an artist that has debuted in an idol group? First of all, I think the answer to that is finding out what you really want to do. Because if you don’t go through that process and simply follow the trend or what other people want, it’ll be easy for you to be left behind as an artist. If you look at idols who have been in the industry for a long time, their own colour is very clear no matter what. I could also soon become Baekhyun version 2. A life where I find out whether I can succeed with just my voice.

Would you have a (however) big ambition inside of you? Ambition, I definitely have it. There’s a saying, ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’ (laughs). However, I’m not the kind that is full of fighting spirit and think I have to achieve a certain goal. I do not want my huge desire for success to eat me up. To me, doing things happily while laughing is most important to me. That level of ambition would be more like ‘I hope they recognise my hard work’ I guess? When you work hard on something, it will still shine no matter what, and no matter how bright. And I want to show off what I am good at anyway so, hehe.

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okayto · 4 years

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Mini-Review: Ghost Hunt

High schooler Mai Taniyama accepts a job offer from the Shibuya Psychic Research Center as an assistant to its leader, enigmatic 17-year-old Kazuya “Naru” Shibuya. The firm investigates various strange phenomena at the behest of its clients, joined by a spirit medium, a shrine maiden, an exorcist, and a monk.

Look, this is my shit. A combination of mystery and the supernatural, creepy but rarely reaching horror levels, my biggest problem with this series is that it has 25 episodes and I WANT MORE.

You’ve got your everygirl protagonist: Mai Taniyami. Roped into helping when the assistant to the guy called in to investigate a possible haunting at her school gets injured, she proves to have a talent for sussing things out, and accepts a job offer.

Mai? Is great. She can be impulsive and might yell at her boss for not doing the right thing (in a moral sense), but in a way that felt fairly realistic to me. Plunge into danger to save someone? Sure, I can believe that! Ask questions that people seem to be ignoring? Also reasonable! She is our proxy, hoping for the best and caring for people when the Experts (particularly her boss) seem to be callous.

THIS ASSHOLE ON THE OTHER HAND

To be clear, Naru’s whole thing is that he’s stuck-up. He gets the nickname “Naru” because Mai thinks he’s narcissistic. He’s 17 and the head of a paranormal research agency, blunt and rude, and clearly hiding some secrets. He’s not so bad that you (probably) hate him, but he’s Mai’s opposite.

He ALSO has a communication problem, and we all know how much I want to reach into my screen and strangle people who don’t communicate. The problem is along the lines of “I let you think this thing we’d do would hurt people and so you got very upset and yelled at me in front of everyone, but it turns out we’re doing the thing in a way that WON’T hurt people!” but still, it’s an asshole move because I can’t think of a single instance where he couldn’t at least have said “I don’t have time to explain, but we’re being careful.”

The side characters are what really make the show great. You’ve got your Catholic exorcist, a young priest with a disposition as sunny as his hair...

...a teenage spirit medium who dresses in traditional kimono and has a crush on Naru, a shrine maiden unattached to a shrine (Ayako gets the short stick as far as character development and doesn’t get a chance to shine until the last case of the series, I am bitter), and a monk-on-hiatus who’s part of a rock band.

Monk is one of the best parts of the series: besides being just a fun (and competent!!!) character, he also takes the role of big brother/uncle to Mai, and they have a very sweet relationship.

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While the characters are the heart of the show, we do actually have stories: the things they’re called in to deal with. These range from “minor nuisance in the park” to “evil entity actively murdering people.”

The story spends time with them, too! I think there was only one case in the entire series that was wrapped up in one episode. Everything else ranges from 2-4 episodes, so it can really take its time focusing on their investigations and drama. Most stories are what you’d expect from ghost stories: spirits, dark and creepy atmosphere, etc, but one 4-episode arc near the end of the series did feature an old hospital and murders and shots of blood (though no shots of actively bleeding people or bodies).

(This happened to the be arc in which my roommate joined me, so I was like it usually isn’t like this I swear please don’t leave I don’t want to watch this bit alone)

The manga it’s based on was never fully released in the USA (11/12 volumes came out before its publisher imploded, and it was never picked up again by anyone else) and is now out of print, so the anime is really your only chance to legally enjoy it in any form.

Verdict

English dub? Yes, and Mai’s English voice is one of my favorites--she actually sounds like a teenage girl! Tonally, in her indignation, everything! Everyone else is fine: Ayako the shrine maiden’s voice almost perfectly matches her Japanese one, and both capture that slightly-snobby-lady vibe. Catholic exorcist John’s given an Australian accent (I think in the original he speaks Japanese with a Kansai accent, so this is trying to convey the “different dialect” idea); older assistant Lin sounds exactly like a serious man in his twenties, and Monk sounds not just realistic, but perfectly captures his ability to switch from casual to serious, joking to caring.

Naru’s voice stands out the most as someone trying to match the Japanese voice, because his has elements of trying to lower the voice (not trying to make it deep, but...if you’ve watched a lot of anime dubs, you know what I mean--sometimes male characters in Japanese have a low-pitched, semi-softness quality that we really don’t hear in American English voices, so it’s always obvious to me when someone is trying to do that in a dub.)

Visuals: I mean, it’s from 2006 so it’s not going to blow you away, but it’s not ugly.

Worth watching? YES. PLEASE. I’ve watched the entire thing through twice now.

I mean, there are flaws. Often the female characters are relegated to watching and guarding while the males actively attack or defend. Naru should be nicer to the teenager he employs. The anime came out while the manga was still being produced, so we don’t get to delve into characters’ backstories, but the series does at least end happily.

Where to watch (USA, as of June 2020): Funimation (sub and dub)

Click my “reviews” tag below or search “mini review” on my blog to find more!

#ghost hunt #ゴーストハント #between this and Toilet-bound Hanako-kun you may be sensing a theme in things I enjoy #anime #reviews #recommendation #I listened to some of it in Japanese and I'm so glad they didn't try to make Mai's English voice sound the same #bc she has a high-pitched Japanese voice that would've sounded completely unnatural in English #original

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atinyidea · 5 years

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Glitch | Ateez Gang! AU | FOUR

⟶ gang!au, hacker!au, love triangle? poly? female!original character

How curious it is, the fact that the police just gave a media conference, confirming ATZ’s involvement in Kyungri’s families newly-appointed murder, just as she sat down for her best friend, Jaehyeon, to be tattooed by one of the gang members?

⟶ glitch ml! main ml!

⟶ prologue | previous | next

⟶ note! @atinyluna @iis4d @untainted-memories !! if anyone wants to be on a tag list for this fic just let me know!

⟶ 4417 words

⟶ edited 08.03.2020

FOUR: The Club, 22:18,

Saturday 25 October 2025,

The two girls walked hand in hand around the streets, holding each other up and letting out quiet giggles now and then, the people around them not even bothering to look at the two ‘drunk girls. When they got to X-Clusive, they dropped hands, setting off in different directions and not looking back at one another as they walked, the ground beneath them was almost vibrating under the intense bass emanating from the club.

“Remember, you two have roles to play. You’re Lee Chanmi and Pyo Hyeri, two overly rich girls who went to school together, haven’t seen each other in a while so go crazy like stereotypical sorority girls in those cheesy movies you girls like to watch.”

“Yes GM, we know. Plus we only watch those movies to make fun of.” Chaeyoung grinned as she stepped out of the car. “You’re the one that buys them.”

After she left Kyungri shook her head with a small smile, “We’ve got this. I’ll keep you updated, keep watch, will you?” She asked, tapping the hidden camera in her choker before leaving to catch up with Chaeyoung.

While Chaeyoung went straight to the front of the long and snaking queue, ignoring the shouts of protests thrown her way, grinning at the bouncer who stood at the door with a clipboard in his hand and letting her pass by – “Name?” “Lee Chanmi.” “Right this way Miss Lee.” – Kyungri used this distraction to slip ‘round to the side of the building unnoticed in her black trench coat.

She pulled out one of her phones (Huawei) which had been upgraded explicitly to a wireless decoder and started the process at the back door. The door was locked with seven different types of locks.

The first two were done in a matter of seconds, two distinct clicks from separate parts on the door sounded out in the quiet alleyway. The third lock was different, a network-based electronic lock, taking a single minute to crack.

The fourth and fifth locks were the same type of lettering password locks just with two different lengths. Each took two minutes to figure out the random letter combinations, even with Kyungri tinkering away on the phone to help speed it up. (“Oh my God, how long are these passwords.” She grumbled.)

The sixth lock was similar to the previous two only this time it was a sequence of random numbers, taking just under two minutes – to which Kyungri had to force herself not to roll her eyes into the back of her skull out of frustration because of how long she had been just standing at a door, for anyone to come around the corner and see her.

The final lock was different, taking over her phone to display a virtual deadbolt and a twenty-second timer. Kyungri raised an eyebrow, only swiping her finger over the deadbolt to unlock it with five seconds left. “Oh shit?” Her eyebrows raised as the door pushed itself open for her, having nothing to hold it closed anymore. “Glad I brought the phone and not the laptop then.”

She slipped in the awaiting gap, pulling the door closed behind her and waiting for a couple of seconds to make sure the door was locked, more out of habit than curtesy, before making her way to the cloakroom. She blended into the middle of a group of girls as she removed the trenchcoat from her body. When she found Chaeyoung’s jacket, she simply hung the coat over the same hook and exited the room after making sure her clothes were presentable and popping a stick of gum in her mouth.

Using the same phone, she sent the whole process of the hack to Gongmyung so that he could make a case for their official job. Getting the simple reply of ‘good work, switch this phone off and get to playing.’

She smiled gently, switching the phone off and slipping the electronic into the back pocket of her shorts before fishing out another phone from its place in her bra, bumping into someone she didn’t catch to say sorry in the process. She stopped in her stride, in favour of not bumping into more people, but when she looked up to the corner of the club, she faced Kyungri noticed something a little peculiar.

She found her looking at a group of boys – men? – huddled in a shadowed corner. She wouldn’t’ve noticed them if she hadn’t stopped where she did but now she had seen them she didn’t know how she hadn’t spotted them before. Especially because one of them was standing outside of the little huddle like the worst bodyguard, she had ever seen. “Be a little more obvious; why don’t you?” She mumbled under her breath.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, a text from Gongmyung, reminding her to ‘record everything remotely suspicious’ and that he ‘couldn’t focus on them from her choker’s camera’ so she decided to use her setting to her advantage. She pulled up the camera feature on her phone, almost smug because she knew how good the camera on the device was, and set it going to record a video.

“Group selfie!” She shouted over the music in a high pitched nasally voice, holding up her phone that was already on record. The camera wasn’t facing her but instead the dark corner of huddled men; she was utilising the onslaught of flashes from the tens of camera’s taking several selfies around her, the high-pitched squeals of two dozen girls almost making her wince. Kyungri slipped away from the group once she was satisfied with her video and made her way to the bar.

As she sat down she watched the video back, muting it because the sound didn’t matter – it’ wasn’t like she’d hear anything. She was grateful for the brightening tool that automatically illuminated the shadowed corner for her to see the group, which she could now tell was a small number of three plus the ‘bouncer’, committing whatever features she could make out properly to memory. She lifted a hand to play with her dangling earrings, bouncing her leg that was crossed over the other: she had a role to play.

One man stood out in particular. He was the only one to look back past the ‘bouncer’ – who Kyungri had determined was either extremely new to the task or wasn’t particularly a part of their group – and towards the commotion, Kyungri had caused. She paused the video on his face, the one-second, he seemed to be looking directly at the eye of the camera.

His hair looked silver under the blue and purple neon lights and darkened by the shadows. It was on the long side, slightly hanging in his eyes, but only on the top as it didn’t reach past the base of his neck. His eyes were dark, from what she could see, but they weren’t small emphasised by the dark eyeshadow that lined his eyes. Kyungri couldn’t deny he was attractive, with a strong jawline, Romanesque nose and full lips. She scrolled the video away from his face, not wanting to let herself think about his lips. She was here for a job, not to ogle at an attractive man she had sneakily taken a video of. As she went to send the video to Gongmyung she noticed she had stopped the video at just the right moment to see the ‘bodyguard’ turn his body to show off the gun tucked into the pack of his pants. Kyungri grinned to herself, smacking the chewing gum in her mouth, as she sent the video with two simple words. “Got ya’”

“What’ll it be?” A new voice startled her out of her happy mood, but she didn’t drop her smile as she looked up to the bar girl who had come to serve her.

“What do you recommend?”

The bar girl rose and eyes brow at her so Kyungri pulled out the card Gongmyung gave her, her grin almost turning to one that mocked her. “Actually, I’d like the–”

“Let me guess, the most expensive drink we have?”

“No.” Kyungri raised an eyebrow; now it was getting fun. “I was going to say your second most expensive drink, I know just how much the most expensive is, and I don’t particularly like it anyway.” She said, giving her card over and turning her attention back to her phone, deleting the video, so she had no option of being found with it. Honestly, she had never been to the club before, but when the bar girl looked away and took her card, Kyungri couldn’t help but feel accomplished – one point for her snobby rich girl persona.

“Take a tip too, however much you want.” Kyungri winked as she looked up again, leaning more onto the countertop. She grinned as the bar girl handed over her card with her drink, “thanks,” she said, taking a sip as she kept eye contact.

Kyungri turned, slipping out of the seat to lean back against the bar on her elbows, looking out over the club – she might as well start looking for Chaeyoung. Only when she cast her gaze over the crowds dancing, it met the gaze of the man from her video. Now he was looking directly at her she Kyungri couldn’t find it in herself to look away.

He was now in the middle of the dancefloor, under bright blues and purples and she could finally see him. His silver hair, eyeliner, hips swaying in circles. She could now also see the array of ear piercings he had, giving off little gleams every time the metal caught a ray of light. When he noticed she was looking back at him, he got cocky – rightfully so – twisting his body and biting down on his lip. As his body moved so did his shirt – such a low-cut shirt Kyungri could see just about everything – the thin material not giving much for the imagination.

She looked away for a second, not wanting a blush to raise to her cheeks, and ran her tongue along her bottom lip, biting down gently a second after. When she looked back up to him, he was closer, making his way towards her. She simply raised an eyebrow, blowing a bubble from her chewing gum.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?” He asked, stopping in front of her. He hadn’t had to shout, the music much quieter by the bar than on the floor. His voice wasn’t the deepest thing she had ever heard, but it wasn’t high pitched either. She didn’t quite know how to describe it, especially after one sentence, but she knew right away; she liked it, which was weird. She liked the sound of a stranger’s voice?

“Oh, wow.” Her eyebrows raised, and her nose scrunched a little in disgust.

“What?” He asked, the corners of his lips twisting up as he lent on his side against the bar.

“Okay, maybe if you come up with something better I’ll think about telling you.” You teased, pulling her glass up to her lips again.

He grinned. “I would if I could think straight. Kinda hard when you’re the only thing in my head.”

She shook her head as she smiled in amusement, letting out a breathy snort of a laugh and putting the glass down on the counter and turning on her side to face him, the camera in her choker getting a close up of his face. It would be handy for later. “You don’t even know my name.”

“But it was better, Right?” He gave her a smirk, bringing her glass to his lips and watching her watch him take a drink. “I’m Wooyong.”

Kyungri waited a few seconds, deciding if she should keep entertaining him. “Hyeri.”

“Pretty name for a pretty woman.”

“These are getting worse.”

Wooyong let his head fall back as he laughed loudly. A smile lifted to her lips once again as she found herself laughing along with him. The sound was nice to her ears, his laugh was childlike – high pitched and almost innocent – and she liked it. As he calmed down his eyes descended her body, following the contour of her collar and the definition of her exposed abdomen and finally down to her long legs that were bare due to how short her shorts were. He could tell she’d be slightly taller than him at her full height and while he didn’t particularly care, he was a little grateful for the flat trainers she wore.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked, looking at her through his eyelashes.

“I hope your moves are better than your lines.”

He grinned at you, taking her hand in his and pulling to gently to the dancefloor he was just on. Then he was behind her, pulling her back to his chest and wrapping his arms around her waist, his mouth right by the shell of her ear.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.” Kyungri teased. He went to lift his arms from her torso, but she placed her left hand over his, pressing down slightly to keep his hands on her body, her right-hand curling around the back of his neck to play with the ends of his hair.

She really wasn’t that much taller than him, no more than a few centimetres anyway, but she still let her head fall back on his shoulder as the BPM of the song picked up. Their bodies moved together as one, no space between them as hips swayed and hand roamed. He was warm, and he knew how to dance, and Kyungri was enjoying herself.

“How are my moves?” He asked, his voice clouded with emotion in her ear.

“Better than your lines, that’s for sure.”

One of his hands lifted to take hold of her chin gently, their faces grew closer together, and her breath hitched. They were interrupted before their lips could connect.

“Hyeri? Park Hyeri? Seoul University Park Hyeri?”

Kyungri broke out of his hold, whipping around to come face to face with Chaeyoung – or rather her new persona – watching as her expression changed from one of curiosity to one of excitement. Chaeyoung had gotten better at acting.

“Chanmi? Lee Chanmi!”

“Hyeri!”

“Oh, my God!��

Both girls had erupted into squeals and high-pitched shouts, clinging onto one another for dear life and jumping up and down in an exaggerated way.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!”

They pulled each other in for a tight hug, Chaeyoung talking in her ear low enough only Kyungri could hear. “The deal’s going down in ten minutes. Upper east wing through the second door on the right.”

“Time to get away then. Plan A?”

“Plan B will be more effective, especially with Mr Let-me-fuck-eyes over there. Jeeze, you’re reeling them in these days.” She pulled away from the hug before Kyungri could respond. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“When did you get back from Italy?! Why didn’t you text me!”

“Like yesterday!” Chaeyoung giggled. Then her gaze flicked over Kyungri’s shoulder where ‘Wooyong’ stood, having not moved yet, and gave him a smirk. “I hope you don’t mind me stealing her for a bit! I’ll give her back later, I promise.”

“I, Yeah. No problem. What?”

“You’ve got a catch of a girlfriend!” Chaeyoung winked at him, her smile widening as she noticed how shocked he was before turning and dragging Kyungri towards the bar. “SHOTS ON ME!” She screeched, holding her hand up in the air. They used the commotion of people who flocked to the bar for free alcohol as a getaway, slipping through everyone and almost running up a set of stairs in the back.

“You know you’ll still have to pay, right?”

“My card’s behind the bar. Just remind me to tell Daniel to cut it off when we get back.” Chaeyoung grinned. Daniel was Gongmyung’s name for the job – his mission name as Chaeyoung called it. It was simple and not related to his name in any way. The girls were always careful never to slip on a job.

Kyungri smiled at her best friend, shaking her head slightly but making no comment.

“So, a new boy toy?”

“Oh my God, can you not right now?”

“He was cute! All glistening like he was all oiled up. You two seemed close.” Chaeyoung said, not bothering to keep her voice down as they rounded a corner. “He didn’t even deny being your boyfriend.”

“You dragged me away before he could say anything.”

“You wanted to hear if he denied it?” Chaeyoung’s voice dropped to a whisper, spotting a man standing guard outside a door. He hadn’t noticed them – for some reason; they were quite loud – his gaze straight ahead to the wall opposite him. Chaeyoung motioned that she was going to go to him, that she had this, and Kyungri gave her a single nod, pulling out her phone – she just wanted to record this moment.

Chaeyoung was confident in her stride, her heels clicking against the tiled floor, with a sweet smile on her face as she approached the man. He was taller than her and bulkier than her, but he was the one at a disadvantage. Especially as she smiled at him before lifting her foot and stomping down on his foot with her heel, hitting his nose with her right elbow as he doubled over in pain and coming down with her left hand to ‘karate chop’ the back of his neck. In a matter of seconds and a flurry of specific movements, the guard lay on his front passed out, and Chaeyoung flipped her hair over her shoulder and shot a kiss toward Kyungri.

They two girls pulled the man into an empty room, making sure to lock the door after they left – it wasn’t a secure lock by any means, just a simple turn of the old-fashioned lock inside the door’s handle. However, the door was only lockable from the outside. It would ensure that he wouldn’t be able to get out of the room even if he woke up.

Then the girls assumed his position as if they had been there all along.

Continuing their conversation, Kyungri spoke up as she looked back own to her phone. “I don’t even know him.”

“Do you know his name?”

“Wooyong.”

“Then, you know him.”

“Oh my God,” Kyungri muttered under her breath, pressing the call button. “Daniel can hear us now.”

It was a few long seconds of silence before Chaeyoung spoke again. “You are allowed to have fun, y’know.”

“We’re doing a job.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” She paused when Kyungri sent her a look, eyebrow raised. “Okay! But you didn’t even get his number!” She exclaimed.

Kyungri closed her eyes, clenching her jaw.

“You’re getting all the attention today. Mr Tattooist and now Mr X-Clusive.” Chaeyoung continued, not caring about Kyungri’s current expression. “Too bad Mr Tattoo is shady.” She pouted.

“Everyone is shady.”

“I guess.” Chaeyoung agreed, looking over at Kyungri with a teasing grin. “You’re shady too, a match made in heaven.”

“Please shut up.”

“And Mr X-Clusive? You two are both sexy as shit. Another match made in heaven. Or Hell. He looked rather sinful, don’t you think?”

Her voice was practically a whine when Kyungri spoke. “Stop,” She said, dragging out the vowel.

“Excuse us, ladies.” Came a male’s voice, attracting their attention to a group of three. The one who had spoken, the one in the middle, had dark red hair and a charming smile upon his lips. Next to him were two men, a tall one to the right with black hair, pulled back away from his face and the other was of average height with dark brown hair.

“Should you be up here?” The tall one asked.

Immediately Chaeyoung perked up, plastering on a wide smile across her face and greeted them in a high-pitched and sickly-sweet voice. “Hi, there!” She exclaimed, waving her fingers innocently. Kyungri leant back against the wall, looking down to her phone, remembering she had called Gongmyung, so he could hear what was going down. It saved time and made her look less suspicious – if she were texting away every time the men said something they would take more interest in her and right now, she wanted to be next to invisible. Gongmyung sent her a text, ‘call muted, they won’t hear anything’ it said, and Kyungri let herself smile a little.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Can I help you?”

“You sure can.” The red-haired one smiled. “Take your pretty self and your friend here and go backstairs for me, yeah?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“And why is that, lovely?”

“Why should I tell you?”

Getting annoyed, the one of the left took a step forward, moving his jacket, so Chaeyoung (and Kyungri) had a clear view of the gun in his possession. “I think you should be more serious, little girl.”

“Oh! That’s a nice one! Sig Sauer P226 Handgun, right? I have three of them.” Chaeyoung winked, not phased even a little bit by the sight of a gun. She thanked the stars for the one helpful thing her father gave her. Kyungri couldn’t help the smirk forming on her lips, failing to stop the small giggle that left her lips at the shocked faces of the men. Gongmyung also expressed his amusement, in the form of a text. “My daddy taught me.”

“Your father?”

Chaeyoung simply nodded, the grin never fading from her lips.

“Who is he?”

“Where’s the fun in telling you that?” She teased, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a child.

“Look, girl. You need to get out here before you regret it.”

“Why would I regret it? Not looking for someone who can take it rough?”

“We’re here for a meeting not to fuck around. Forget you saw us and leave.”

“Well, finally! We’ve been waiting almost half an hour for you guys to show up!” It was a lie, they hadn’t been there more than five before they showed up, but Chaeyoung sold her lie impeccably.

“What?” The angry one raised a brow while the other two furrowed theirs.

Kyungri stepped forward, lifting her eyes from her phone, attracting the attention of the men who had almost forgotten her presence. While Chaeyoung had kept them busy, stalling them with her circular words, Kyungri and Gongmyung had got to work, hacking into their phones and downloading everything from their texts, pictures and emails to the encrypted files tucked away under passwords. It was child’s play. While Kyungri herself couldn’t hack directly, knowing it would cause too much attention, Gongmyung had been successful, downloading everything they had and finding some critical information just at the right time.

“We’re already running late, just cut to the chase and give us the password so that you can get on with the trade, and we can get on with our jobs.”

The tall one looked down at Kyungri, not that she was much shorter than him, with a raised brow and a small scoff. “You’re with ATZ?”

“That’s the wrong password.” Kyungri deadpanned, not looking away from his gaze, her face expressionless. She hadn’t hesitated, showing no indication of the shock she felt. The other gang was ATZ? Great.

While she hadn’t explicitly said she was with ATZ, her lack of hesitation and the conviction of her words had almost won over the members of NCT. The red-haired one narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought.

“I’m starting to think you just have a problem with women.” Chaeyoung giggled, running her fingers through her hair. The man of the left shot her a glare and went to step forward, being stopped by the man in the middle who stuck out an arm.

“What is at the end of a rainbow?”

“That’s the wrong password, are you sure you’re not the intruders here?” Kyungri couldn’t help the small quip.

“Listen, you little bitch-“

“Woah! Hey now! No need to be so rude!” Chaeyoung exclaimed, shoving a finger into his face. “We’re just doing our job! What Mr Boss Man says goes, no objections.” Her smile dropped now, only for a few seconds, but it was enough to get the message across. He stepped back, and the red-haired one sighed before he spoke.

“What gets broken without being held?”

“A promise! Thank you!” Chaeyoung thanked, her voice sickly sweet and her smile plastered back upon her face before she turned to Kyungri, her tone dropping to her natural deeper pitch and asked, “is Daniel Ready?”

“Yup,” Kyungri said, showing Chaeyoung her phone with the latest text from Gongmyung, the three names of the men in front of them.

“Well then, nice meeting you, Yuta, Johnny, Taeil. See you around!” The orange-haired girl lifted a hand to wiggle her fingers as they stepped aside, granting access to the door for the three of them.

The two girls shared a short look, leaning against each other and the wall before erupting into giggles as the door opened. Chaeyoung waved to the men once again this time, her expression was flirty, before she stumbled away from Kyungri, making sure she looked drunk. Kyungri followed suit, linking her arm through Chaeyoung’s and throwing her head back in a giggle as the people inside the room began talking.

“What took you so long?”

“Your girls!”

“What girls?”

The girls were thankful for the cameras they wore as they didn’t have time to see who was inside the room for themselves before they were rushing away from the hallway, gone from the wall when the three men turned back to motion to them.

They didn’t exactly run down to the main floor, but they did make it down to the cloakroom pretty quickly, pulling their jackets from the hook, not bothering to put them on, and making their way out the front door to where a car had pulled up on the street right in front of the club.

“Nice job, girls. Let’s get home yeah, I just ordered chicken.” Gongmyung grinned out at them, still dressed in his pyjamas, as the two girls shared and accomplished smiled and got in.

“We’re gonna have to change my hair tonight.”

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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Can you write a peter parker one when he was on the plane to berlin with tony and he gets air sick as he's never been on a plane before compared to tony who's probably about the most frequent flyer you'll get? I think it would be really sweet with peter just thinking its nerves about flying and tony tryna reassure him you get me?

(I was just about to start writing this prompt when this other prompt popped in and worked v well for the original one!!! So I decided to combine these if you don’t mind, anons!

It was all too surreal.

One day Peter was at Spanish class taking a test, trying to hide his test from all the other kids trying to cheat from him and trying to avoid Flash’s mean taunts down the hallway, and the next Tony freaking Stark was at his apartment telling him how great he was.

Then suddenly he was being outed as the Spiderman (kinda outed? Would that be considered outed?) and being praised for it, and offered a fake internship as a disguise for being recruited as an Avenger (Peter was totally an avenger, no, don’t listen to Mr Stark, he was just jealous he wasn’t as cool as Spiderman) and on his way to Berlin.

On the way to what Peter thought was the airport, he bounced over and over with excitement, blabbing on and on to Happy about how exciting this all was. Happy was not pleased in the slightest.

Peter hoped his offering of a cheeto (one of the many snacks he had brought with him) would make Happy..happier, and he kept blabbing on until they made it to a private Jet location.

This was too cool.

Peter had been ecstatic to go to an airport, for heavens sake. But this?! This was something else.

Peter was content with what he had. He’d grown up with a loving Aunt and Uncle who didn’t have much, but did all they could to make Peter happy. What little they did have, they used it as well as they could to allow Peter to have a safe and fulfilling childhood. They worked so hard for Peter, and as a child Peter understood this, perfectly content with the little he had, and appreciating every little thing about what he did have. In fact, Peter wanted to grow up quickly so he could help them out one day, and give back all they did for him.

As much as he was grateful for everything they had done for him, Peter had always wanted to ride a plane.

It was human curiosity, the desire to try something he had never experienced before. Now the opportunity was right in front of him, in a private jet owned by Tony Stark, no less, and he was feeling all sorts of excitement, anxiousness and curiosity.

He felt all jittery on the inside, wondering what this would all feel like. His stomach lurched lightly at the thought of the flight, his mind racing from excitement from a new adventure and experience and to catastrophic thinking, wondering if maybe the plane will crash and he’d die way too early. He shuddered.

Peter hopped off the car and proceeded to help Happy get the luggage off of the boot of the car, who simply waved him off. He shrugged and looked back at the luxurious plane, mouth hung open in awe.

Tony suddenly emerged from the plane, heading down the stairs connecting from the plane door to the ground, an eyebrow raised, “Close your mouth, Peter, or a fly will fly into it.”

Peter’s eyes widened in shock, closing his mouth firmly in response. He didn’t even think Tony would be on the flight with him.

“Hi Mr Stark!” Peter said excitedly.

“Skip the hellos and get on the jet, Peter, you two are late enough as it is,” Tony chuckled fondly.

Happy shot Tony an incredulous, exasperated look as the billionaire only stuck a playful tongue out in response. Peter bounded up the stairs excitedly, completely forgetting about poor Happy struggling to bring the heavy luggage.

Peter stopped dead in his tracks, mouth dropping open again as his eyes widened to take in the sight of the incredibly luxurious interior of Tony’s private jet. He was Peter Parker who lived on the fourth floor of a halfway decent apartment in Queens and ate cheap Chinese as a treat, private jets with mahogany tables lined with gourmet delicacies and expensive wine were not exactly a component in his day to day routine.

“No drinking,” Tony warned as he scooped up a wine glass and sipped at it delicately, letting out a small noise of satisfaction as the richness of the wine flooded his palate.

“Were you doing that to spite me or..well, I wasn’t planning to anyway but..” Peter’s eyes trailed towards the expensive French and Belgian chocolate collection.

Tony chuckled, “Yes, yes, that’s for you. Go ham.”

Peter’s eyes twinkled with delight as he flipped open the lid of one of the chocolate boxes, picking out one of the lovingly crafted chocolates and popped it into his mouth. He made a noise of glee as the flavours exploded in his mouth.

Tony chuckled softly and took a seat, stretching his legs out, “We’re going to take flight in a minute, Peter. I’d take a seat if I were you.”

Peter nodded obediently and took a seat, and the moment he did the jet began to head down the runway. The pace was slow at first, but then the pace began to speed up, leaving Peter exhilarated, but in an uncomfortable, anxiety inducing kind of way. A sudden wave of nausea hit him. He swallowed anxiously, cringing slightly as sweat beaded the lines on his palms, dampening his hands. He bounced his leg as his eyes darted from his feet to the plane window, his breathing beginning to shorten. What if something went wrong? What if he hated planes and he’d be stuck here and there’d be no way for him to do anything about it? Just stuck in this small, cramped space..

Tony raised an eyebrow at the display of odd behaviour, but softened when he realised what was up.

“Hey, kiddo, you’re going to be just fine, okay?” Tony reassured kindly, reaching out to gently touch his shoulder.

Peter managed a weak smile, and just a second after that the plane’s acceleration peaked and it lifted off the ground, tipping upwards as it ascended into the air.

The sudden change in air pressure caused Peter’s ears to clog up, adrenaline pumping through his body as the jet flew upwards, like when a rollercoaster cart began to head upwards in that agonisingly slow way, drawing out the tension for as long as possible like on the build up of an intense orchestra piece, (Peter hadn’t been on many, in fact he had been on one with the Decathlon and he had never been on one since then, so this experience wasn’t exactly pleasant). Peter breathed out heavily, unknowingly holding his breath as his body began to shake with fear. He clung tightly to the arm rests of his seat, hands still shaking as he attempted to keep himself grounded.

His stomach lurched uncomfortably, a wave of nausea from what he assumed was anxiety. Peter brought one of his hands to his stomach to clutch at it protectively as his squeezed his eyes shut. He clenched his teeth with discomfort as he just willed the plane to steady itself in the air and end this all. His spidey senses didn’t help either; heightening and intensifying his senses did not do any good for his stomach.

Then, the jet eased into a steady, straight position and ended its ascent. Peter, still trying to block out his senses, didn’t realise it was over. However he could faintly hear the sound of Tony rustling as he shifted over to the seat next to him, and sat down there.

Tony rested a comforting hand on Peter’s arm, voice soft and quiet, knowing very well not to aggravate Peter’s senses so it didn’t overload and give him a headache, “Hey, kid, its over now. We’re in the air.”

Peter finally breathed in, his lungs hungrily absorbing the oxygen it was begging for. He breathed heavily and loudly, trying to catch up with his breath. Now that the adrenaline was crashing, it left a nauseous, sickly feeling in him as he recovered. It was like he had gone into a weird shock where the worst of the nausea was only now kicking in.

Peter swallowed hard and puffed his cheeks out so he wouldn’t throw up from how nervous he felt. His world suddenly began to spin rapidly, a dull headache beginning to make its appearance. He felt incredibly faint and nauseated, gagging quietly and heaving, but managed to keep it all in. His throat burned slightly.

“Im sorry,” Peter croaked out weakly, still shaking from the shock, “I’m just..really nervous, I-I think.”

Tony smiled sympathetically, extremely understanding and kind, a deep contrast to the more reserved, sometimes dismissive (but well meaning) persona he had taken on with him.

“You’re okay, kid, nothing to be nervous about. This pilot graduated top of his class, and we have two extra hanging around just in case. We are going to be okay,” Tony reassured.

Peter let out a shaky breath, his shaky arms protectively embracing his stomach in an attempt to lessen the violent whirring of his stomach, “I-I know..I just..I haven’t flown before.”

Tony tried to hide his surprise, really not wanting to come across as an arrogant rich person, but he couldn’t help the lightest of surprise etching onto his face. He didn’t mean it in a snobby or stuck up way at all, it was just a little bit of an alarming reminder that not everyone lived a life like his. Tony had flown what had to be hundreds of times, even when he was at Peter’s age, and couldn’t even remember his first flight. He couldn’t remember if he was nervous and if he was, what he did, so as much as he desperately wanted to help Peter, there was not much he could say.

Tony sighed softly, “That’s okay. I promise it’s not as bad as it seems. It’ll get much easier, I promise.”

Peter smiled at him, but a sudden look of shame and embarrassment washed over his face as he looked away, his head pitching forward ever so slightly as he gagged lightly. He put a hand over his mouth, and when he was assured nothing would come out he calmed down.

“I’m sorry about being such a wreck,” Peter croaked with shame, desperately wanting to have impressed Tony Stark.

“I really wanted to appear as..cool, you know?” Peter admitted.

Tony shook his head gently, “Don’t worry about it. I understand the anxiety thing far too well. You can’t help it, and it really does suck.”

He ruffled Peter’s hair fondly, “Listen kid, I know you’re excited to be a cool superhero, and I know you will, but we aren’t always cool, you know? I think the best part about superheroes is that we all have a human side, even Gods like Thor. It doesn’t matter how strong we are all the time, but how strong we are when we need to be, and when the world needs us most.”

Peter smiled brightly at that, feeling a lot more reassured and better about himself. He still felt sick from his nervousness, and he was still looking pretty pale.

“..Hey, you know what? Speaking of having a human side..Did you know that Thor has allergies? To cats, of all the things? This great mighty God has a cat allergy, and he loves them, it’s hilarious,” Tony said fondly, hoping his light stories would cheer Peter up and distract him.

Peter let out a little giggle, which turned into a hearty laugh, and then he couldn’t stop laughing. When he finally stopped, he smiled brightly at Tony, feeling a lot lighter, “Yeah, I feel a lot better. I’m not nervous.”

Tony smiled back, looking over to the window to admire the sky, “I’m glad, kiddo.”

Suddenly, Peter’s stomach contracted and cramped violently when an overwhelming wave of nausea hit him hard, causing him to gasp slightly and begin to heave and gag.

“Yeah, I’m not nervous,” Peter choked.

“That’s great,” Tony replied, still looking out the window.

“I’m not nervous, Mr Stark, im just–” Peter couldn’t even finish his sentence before he gagged, sick coming up his throat and clasped his hands against his mouth harshly, leaping off his seat and sprinting for the bathroom.

Tony’s eyes widened, a small gasp escaping his lips as he leapt out of his seat as well, and was hot on Peter’s heels.

Once Peter yanked the door open, he collapsed onto his knees and gagged as liquid rushed up his throat and into pouring out into the toilet. He retched into the toilet violently, his body convulsing as he heaved into it. He shook aggressively as he tried to support himself, stomach cramping painfully as more sick forced its way out of him in a strangled heave.

Tony leaned down and looked away from the mess but rubbed Peter’s back comfortingly. He rubbed soothing little circles into his back, and ran his fingers through Peter’s hair gently.

“I’m sorry–"Peter choked out before his voice warped into a strangled tone and he heaved involuntarily, retching into the toilet once more.

"You know what Peter? You’re going to be just fine,"Tony reassured softly, hoping he could ease Peter’s mind and let him know he was here, and that he was going to be fine.

Everything Peter had recently digested had already been poured out onto the toilet. But his stomach was not done cramping and forcing bile that burned painfully at his throat out of his body, ejecting it through a violent heave. He made strangled noises as he retched.

"It’s okay Pete, you’re okay, you’re okay,” Tony said sweetly, continuing to hold him close and offer his physical affection to try and aid him through this.

Peter whimpered weakly, spluttering as he coughed saliva into the bowl.

“You’re okay, you’re fine, you are just fine,” Tony promised, flushing the toilet for him and helping Peter back up to his feet.

Peter stumbled when he stood up, incredibly dizzy and faint, completely out of his head and detached from his body. He looked extremely pale and green, sick and weak.

Tony wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and the boy leaned into him weakly, unable to support himself as throwing up was so exhausting and leeched him of all his energy.

“Hey, you’re okay, Pete, let’s get ya a glass of water, okay?”

Peter frowned, sniffling weakly and bottom lip trembling, tears pricking his eyes with shame, “I-I’m so sorry..this is so embarrassing.”

Tony tutted fondly and ruffled his hair, “Pete, what did we just say a few minutes ago? Heroes are human. You can rest.”

He gasped softly, trying to stop his tears from coming out as he blabbed, “Im sorry I just feel so horrible and I want to be good I wanna be a good Spiderman and impress everyone there I just wanna prove myself–”

“Shh, Pete. You’re okay. Tomorrow, you will prove yourself and be amazing. Today, you rest.”

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