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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 66- BTS GAYO Tracks 3-9

Chapter Summary: Jennie and Jungkook team up to reenact a kiss scene from The Heirs K-Drama. Bangtan continue to play various activities to win and avoid penalties.

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GAYO Track 3

Jin announced, “Let’s enjoy good K-Pop with BTS. Bangtan~!”

“Gayo!” everyone announced

“Yay~!” J-Hope started jumping around. “It’s been a while!”

After recapping what happened in the last episode, the members revealed that today’s theme is OST songs.

‘Re-act scenes with great OST. Five chances are given, the team that acts without NG wins.’

Jen was not quite familiar with a bunch of movies and K-Dramas but she’s seen some that should give her some familiar vibes. The members were exposed to each song, bringing up specific scenes from each drama or movie.

“Your roles are in the box.” they were told as everyone went to grab a piece of paper.

“What’s yours Ennie?!” Taehyung rushed over to take a peek at her paper.

“Boy, back up. Don’t touch my paper.” she moved away, bumping into Jimin.

After he saw what was on her paper, he met up with Taehyung and thought of a plan to get JenKook together for this one. They had to rush around to try to sneak glances at everyone else’s papers to make sure JenKook had the same category. As everyone was scrambling around, Jimin snatched Jen’s paper out of her hands.

“H-hey! Give that back!”

“Hehehe, sorry!” he handed her another piece of paper, while Taehyung snatched Jungkook’s paper and got chased by him until he had given him another paper.

After things calmed down, one by one the members announced their K-Drama and character. Jungkook had gotten ‘The Heirs, Park Shin-hye’ while Jimin and Taehyung anxiously waited to see if Jen had the same.

“The Heirs, Lee Minho,” Jen announced, causing Jimin and Taehyung to grin widely.

“Ahhh they’re doing the rooftop scene~!” Jimin beamed

“Jennie’s the boy, Jungkook is the girl.” Taehyung giggled.

“D-did you want to switch roles?” Jungkook asked her, blushing a little from the guys teasing him.

“It’s cool. I’m sure I can play Lee Minho well for the scene,” she reassured him.

They soon found that J-Hope and V were paired up, Jin and Jimin were paired, and Rapmon and Suga were also a pair.

“Eat the stick cookie until 3cm is left.” Suga read his objections for him and Rapmon.

“Acting is not easy,” Rapmon mentioned

Jen read her objections with Jungkook. It was similar to what Suga had read about the pocky stick.

“Can they not do pocky? Can’t they just kiss for real?” Taehyung blurted out

“Hyung!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“The pocky stick is corny! You two kissed the last time! Kiss again!” Jimin said.

“Since the kiss is abrupt, why not let me place my thumbs on your lips and kiss them?” Jen suggested.

“I-if that’s what you want, we’ll do that.” Jungkook nodded.

“It’s a two-way street. You want to do that?” she asked and once he said yes, she grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the group so they could work on the scene. “This is what I was thinking of.”

She demonstrated by placing her thumbs on his lips. Rising up on her tippy toes, she started leaning in as his eyes widened, becoming Jungshooked. She closed her eyes and kissed her thumbs for a moment before releasing him and stepping back.

Looking at his face, she began laughing as the camera filmed them.

'Jungkook.Exe Has Stopped Working'

“His face!” she walked away, trying to control her laughter.

If the cameras weren’t on them and if they were alone, he’d feel more at ease.

Pulling herself together, they begin to practice the scene.

“Looks like I’ll have to yell at him.” she rewatched the scene on her phone with him.

After practice, each group got to their station, watching group by group perform. First V and J-Hope performed a scene from Secret Garden. V held J-Hope’s feet while he did sit-ups and rose up to meet V’s face closely.

“Mr. V. Since when you’ve been so pretty? From last year?” Hobi acted out. V pushed him and stood up. “Hey, it was a joke.”

Jen had to refrain herself from laughing when V had to pop the balloon on Hobi’s butt. The first kick caused Hobi to jump and yell out in pain while the members laughed. After the third try, V successfully popped the balloon as V high fived Jungkook and Jennie. Next up was JenKook.

“Let’s try to do this on the first try, no mistakes so we can win,” Jungkook told her as she nodded.

Their station had a big table that represented the edge of the rooftop.

“I can’t wait to see this.” Yoongi looked on.

“Can we start?” Jen asked and got the OK.

They begin the scene with Jungkook’s back towards her.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” she acted with concern in her voice. When he had nodded, she approached him. “Let me see.”

“Don’t come! You’re going to get your clothes dirty.” Jungkook exclaimed.

She pressed her lips together and grabbed him by the wrist to turn him around. “Stay still, let me see.”

“I’m fine!” he yelled.

“I said stay still!” she yelled back and checked his hand.

His phone began to buzz and she grabbed it to see who was calling but Jungkook snatched it back, placing it against his chest as she let go of him.

“Don’t! I have to answer it.”

“Don’t answer it.”

“You saw him earlier. Avoiding him and ignoring him doesn’t work. He knows that I’m not rich.”

“It’s okay if he doesn’t. Don’t answer it.” She firmly responded as they stared at each other intently.

“How is it okay? He knows everything!” he yelled

“I said don’t answer it!” she yelled back.

“Wow~!” Rapmon and Yoongi murmur, engrossed by their acting.

Jimin and Taehyung watched with heart eyes as their plan worked. Things were going great.

“She’s so short, and he’s so tall, he’s looking down at her while she takes his phone.” Jin giggled.

The members watched JenKook intently as they acted passionately, and were impressed by their yelling and intense facial expressions.

Jungkook opened the phone to answer it. “Hello-“

Jennie snatched the phone and pulled him close, placing her thumbs on his lips to kiss him while he stood there, shocked. The members started jumping up and down, freaking out once they see their kiss.

Pulling away, Jen said, “Try answering it again. You will see me go crazy. I’m going to kill the person who calls you. I never go halfway”

Jungkook quickly got out of her grasp and walked away, looking troubled while Jen clenched her jaw, watching him leave. After the scene ended, JenKook high fived each other and sat with V and J-Hope while Jin and Jimin prepared their scene from I’m Sorry I Love You.

“Jimin and Jin, action!” Rapmon announced.

Jin covered his face while Jimin sat next to him, pretending to drive but then Jimin began to laugh as J-Hope pointed out mistakes

“NG, NG!” Yoongi called out

They started again with Jimin yelling, “Stop crying! Damn, I can’t do this.”

Jimin hunched forward and got out of his seat, making the members laugh. J-Hope fell back and cackled, clapping his hands. “My voice is not for acting.”

“That team is screwed. They will receive the punishment.” J-Hope declared.

Once they tried it for the third time, Jimin couldn’t do it and everyone laughed again.

“I want to act!” Jin exclaimed.

Starting over again, Jimin finally got it together, “Stop crying! If you cry, I’ll live with you! Let’s eat. Let’s eat something.”

“Stop the car,” Jin murmured sadly

“Let’s eat.”

“Stop the car.”

“Will you eat or kiss me?”

“Stop the car!” Jin yelled while Jennie looked on impressed.

“Will you eat!? With me!? Or die?!” Jimin placed 15 pieces of candy in Jin’s mouth. “Eat! I don’t want to do this again! Eat!”

The members laughed at the way Jimin was yelling.

“He is so cute.” Jen giggled as they finally completed their scene.

Last up was Suga and Rapmon acting out a scene from Architecture 101, Suji and Jehoon’s first kiss scene. Rapmon laid his head on Suga’s shoulder, sleeping while the members burst into laughter because of his acting. Suga placed a pocky stick in his mouth and they chewed it until it was 3cm. But they get an NG because Rapmon forgot his line.

Trying it again, Rapmon said the line and then they had to jump rope together, continuing to get an NG. Their biggest challenge was the jump rope but Rapmon continued to step on the rope.

“AHHHHHH~!” Rapmon yelled and fell to his knees in despair against the wall while Jen cackled.

In the end, Rapmon failed to get the last tissue off the floor.

For the punishment, Suga opened the paper. “Cheesy and corny action. Show your great performance.”

After playing rock, paper, scissors, Rapmon received the punishment and got into character.

“He’s immersed in emotions.” Jungkook pointed out

“Rap Monster scene 1, monologue. Action!” Suga announced.

“I say that my ideal type is a girl wearing Converse high tops.” Rapmon started. “That’s because of you, Red Converse high tops. I lost my mind for your body figure.”

Jennie cringed and pursed her lips together just like the Conceited reaction meme in front of the camera to give ARMY another reaction photo to use while the other members silently laughed at his monologue.

“PD is wearing red Converse high tops?” Rapmon went on. “Be my Converse high tops.��

“AHHHHHH!” The members cringed

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GAYO Track 4

“Time for K-Pop with BTS! Bangtan Gayo!” Jungkook announced.

After recapping the previous show, Jungkook revealed the next challenge which was songs by lyrics, Bangtan Karaoke.

Step 1: Memorize the lyrics and sing in turns.

Step 2: Do the missions for special chances

Step 3: Snacks if you finish within 10 tries.

“There’s also a dreadful penalty if you fail. Tasty sand eel.” The PD announced.

“Wow, you are just the person with the good news today, huh?” Jen added while the members groaned at the possibility of the penalty.

She already knew she was going to lose. She wasn’t all that familiar with a bunch of karaoke songs in Korea. Sitting on the floor, pretzel style, Jen sat in between V and Rapmon.

The first song came on as the lyrics blared out, ‘Hey you, look my way. And tell me I’m pretty. Imagining you falling for me.’

The whole time, Jennie had a confused facial expression. She had no idea what this song was. It was announced that it was the follow-up song for FINKLE’s 1st album in 1998.

“When Jungkook and Jennie were two. I recognize the song.” Suga spoke up

“Uh...” Jen murmured, looking confused with Jungkook.

Each member took a piece of paper to choose which number that would be. And of course, with bad luck, Jennie was number one. J-Hope would be next then Rapmon, Jin, Jimin, Suga, Jungkook and V.

“Why...? Just why?” she complained.

For the first attempt, a light and joyful song came on as the members danced around, swaying side to side.

“Okay! Okay! I got this.” Jen prepared, getting into the song.

“1! 2! 3! 4!” the members announced and turned to her to start the song.

Swaying around, clapping her hands, “I don’t know the words but I’m singing on key. You might as well give me that penalty. Cause Miss Bangtan doesn’t know this song~!” she sang out, making the members laugh as her face warmed up.

It threw everyone off track.

“At least she was honest! Hahah.” Rapmon laughed while each member got hit with a hammer.

J-Hope helped her with the lyrics and she tried to remember as she finally sang the right words.

Starting the song properly, J-Hope sang, “Hey you, look my way. And tell me I’m pretty.”

“Imagine me...” Rapmon messed up while the members figured out the song.

Starting again, the members danced around while Hobi did his stretch dance. Jen managed to say the right words but Rapmon kept messing up and as a punishment, they had Jin remove a stocking off his feet within 30 seconds and he did it quickly. As the members continued to bicker around to know the lyrics, JenKook remained quiet, watching the members. But they all kept failing and continued to get penalties.

“I dunno what the hell is going on.” Jen looked at the camera, amused while they all tried to figure out the lyrics.

During their sixth attempt, they made it to Jimin, “Like the movie yesterday, hug me and tell me you wanna kiss.”

“Look my way always in your eyes.” Suga sang in his deep voice. “I’m a little girl.”

“It’s yet awkward to say, love.” Jungkook sang

“But in your heart, I’ve become a lady. My love now-na na na-” V forgot the rest of the lyrics which caused the members to go crazy.

“Ahhhh!” Suga yelled

Jimin and Rapmon threw their pieces of paper and stood up frantically, yelling.

“What are you doing!?” Rapmon yelled. “SHE OPENED HER EYES!”

Jimin marched up to V and started yelling at him, “Opened her eyes!”

“Why can’t you open her eyes!?”

Jennie fell on her back, cracking up before she went over to try to protect V, calming Jimin down. “Leave my baby V alone, ahaha! It’s okay!”

For the seventh attempt, V correctly got the lyrics right and started dancing around.

“Call call give a call!” Jungkook sang

‘Wait, wait, we’re going back!? I don’t know the rest of the song!’ Jen looked on in fear.

Oh, she was screwed. The members were going to kill her when she messed up.

“Whatever you want, I will give.” Rapmon sang.

“In your arms, your arms.” J-Hope messed up the lyrics, causing the members to stare at him.

Rapmon shoved J-Hope away. “You stupid!” he yelled

“You said you knew!” The members rushed up while Jimin and Yoongi stomped on J-Hope.

Jungkook threw a pillow at him to finish him off. Now everyone had to have a shuffle change and this time, Jen would be next to Jin, at the end.

“Okay, so can you help me? What am I singing? A girl does not know this song.” she asked Tae for help as he went over the song with her.

For their eighth attempt, they sang along but once it came to Jin, he messed up before Jen could. For their ninth attempt, Jin finally sang right but when it came to Jennie, she hesitated and messed up the words.

“JENNIE~!” Rapmon yelled while Jimin rushed up and grabbed a hold of her

“Do you wanna die!?” Jimin yelled while the members attacked her with pillows

“I’m sorry!” she shouted, shielding her body from the assault.

Finally getting it during the next try, it was Rapmon who messed up the final line and they opened the next challenge which was to eat jelly on your face without hands. They allowed Jin to do it but he failed when it dropped. Yoongi went next and it fell to his tongue but it fell off. Last up was Jimin who successfully got it in.

For their last attempt, they finally sang the song with no errors as Rapmon dramatically sang the final verse, “Just like this, in your arms, take me.”

“I’m yours!” The members yelled and finally celebrated that they won.

For the penalty drink, they had to take numbers and were forced to get their drink. Everyone drank but then suddenly, it was Jennie who got the penalty drink because she spit it out and started coughing.

“Oh God! Oh my God! No! Lord Jesus, have mercy!” she whined over the members teasing her.

“Bangtan Gayo, see you next time!” Yoongi waved goodbye

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GAYO Track 5

“Ayooo, BTS here and it’s time to enjoy some K-Pop music,” Jen announced, standing in the middle with a bright smile.

“BTS’s K~Pop!” she announced with them.

“Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!” Hobi shouted excitedly.

“Last episode, I had the great pleasure of drinking that gross drink. Thank you. My tastebuds are dead.” she announced while everyone chuckled.

“You look like you were about to cry, smartie. Was it that bad?” Suga asked.

“I mean, would you like to taste it for yourself?”

“Nah, I’m good.” He chuckled

“It was nauseating. My breath still was smelling bad after the mouthwash. Anyway, what’s going on today?” she received the card. “GAYO 5. Association quiz by inference.”

Elders vs Youngsters. It would be the Hyung team vs Maknae team. Guess the other team’s singer and song.

After writing the penalty, they began the challenge. The Makane line sat first while the hyung line stood. For the first question, Suga started blowing in his hands

“Trumpet, maybe?” Jen guessed.

“No, balloon,” V spoke as they watched Jin portray carrying a balloon.

Before they knew it, Jungkook walked up to the camera

“TVXQ’s Balloon,” he answered, getting it correct.

Jen hated games like this because it did take her a while to figure out what was what and she felt like she would slow her team down.

“A-yo!” Rapmon interpreted

“I’ght you goin’ have to give us a little more than an ‘A-yo’,” Jen replied while Jungkook got hit with a hammer after trying to guess.

“Oppa car, bought, pick you up.” Rapmon tried to explain. “Sunglasses.”

Jen was still confused but her team knew it was Jinusean.

“I don’t know anything, man, damn,” she complained as she watched her team try to guess but constantly get hit in the head.

But finally, Jungkook got the correct answer. Next was the Hyung line freaking out like they won something.

Jin suddenly pointed to Jennie. “You were just listening to this song.”

“Oh!” she rushed up to the camera. “First I want to give a shoutout to my boys Block B because the song is Jackpot by Block B.” she rapped some of the song while she got it correct.

After they finished guessing, it took them ten minutes and 31 seconds. Next was the Hyung line and they were easily breezing through all the songs. Once EXO’s growl came on, Jen immediately performed the dance after her teammates were trying to growl around, confusing the Hyung Line.

Jin rushed to the camera. “EXO’s growl.”

It took the Hyung line six minutes and 27 seconds and now it was time for the penalty. Opening up the paper, Jimin revealed it to be closing with 17 candies. So one person had to eat 17 pieces of candy.

“I’ll do it,” Jen announced before her team could play rock, paper, scissors. “I’ve been craving candy today so it shouldn’t be that bad. Let me at em.”

“Wow, this is a first that anyone offered to take one for the team,” Rapmon said.

“Oh that’s great, you’re a lifesaver.” Jimin sighed out of relief.

“Taking one for the team, respect.” Jungkook patted her on the back.

Given the candy, she exhaled, looking at how big they were. “Oh God...”

She placed them all in her mouth as the members started pinching her cheeks. Her mouth was full and she tried to speak but the members teased her for how she was sounding.

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GAYO Track 6

Jimin was the MC for this episode while Jennie sat in between Jin and Suga. After recapping the previous episode, they explained that this episode’s topic is Fans’ special vote on BTS’ top 5 dances. Before getting started, it was announced to pick the worst dancers as a warm-up. V had forgotten about the Tomorrow choreography and Jimin spotted his mistake. The members continued laughing at Rapmon’s dancing. In the end, they picked Suga as the worst dancer in his team.

“Really? How come? It’s not fair!” Suga stood up. “Did you pick me for fun?”

“I mean...” Jennie snickered and shrugged, earning a dirty look from him.

“I took a closer look at how Suga danced. It was really funny.” V giggled.

“I pick Smartie as the worst dancer,” Suga called out.

“Me, too!” Rapmon added with a laugh.

“Bish whet?!” she stood up and turned to them as Rapmon, Jin, and Suga laughed loudly and moved out of their seats. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Suga.”

“You wanna go?” he demanded with a laugh while the members looked back and forth, amused.

“Bring it on, old man, bring it on!”

“Dance battle! Play the music!” Jimin announced.

Danger soon came on, which confused the both of them. It had been a while. And lowkey, she absolutely hated performing the song. It took a while, but then they got a groove and managed to perform in sync with the guys cheering in the background. Jennie ended up missing a few steps, while Suga went on. Needless to say, she was a bit irritated that she messed up due to her competitive nature.

“I guess Suga won,” V said after they finished while Jen and Suga shared a laugh and high fived.

“Everyone decide who won,” Jimin said

“Suga,” Rapmon announced

“Jennie!” Jungkook raised his hand with a bright smile.

After a heated discussion, it was announced that Jennie was ranked at the bottom for dancing and would be the special MC with words of consolation.

“Ooh, I get to MC? Let’s get it!” she quickly made her way to Jimin as he dramatically presented her the mic. “Thank you, my good sir.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for taking my MC position.” He responded with envy

“You are quite welcome.” she laughed and ruffled his hair. Turning to the group, she happily smiled. “Gentlemen, I’ll be your awesome MC for today. So, let us see the top 5 dances of Bangtan voted by the fans. Write down your answers on the board. First up, let’s think of the number one dance.”

After writing, they revealed their answers and surprisingly it was between I Need U and Dope.

“To me, Dope is the most awesome,” Suga said

“I Need U has very artistic choreography,” Jungkook argued.

“Oh, wow...am I the only one who thinks it’s neither of those?” Jen spoke. “I was thinking of maybe Bulletproof or Tomorrow.”

“Why you think it’s tomorrow?” Jin asked.

“Because it’s sexy and every time we body roll, 'errbody goes crazy and screams.” she shrugged.

“But fans would vote for something that looks fabulous,” Rapmon added

“Exactly. Us body rolling and so on in tomorrow is quite fabulous from all them screams if you asked me.” she let out a soft chuckle. “Anyway, let’s see what it is. The first choice is...”

‘I Need U’

Jungkook and Jimin immediately started laughing because they were the only ones who chose that song and 42% of fans voted for that as their number one dance. Jimin began running around, yelling in celebration while the rest remained bewildered that it wasn’t Dope.

“Let’s guess the 4th best dance,” Jen announced.

After a while, the members revealed their answers and it was a variety of different dances about Danger, MBC, No More Dream, and Tomorrow.

“Number four is...one of my favorites, Tomorrow! Now with number three, it comes with a punishment so...choose wisely~!”

After they revealed their various answers, the members were offered the choice to change their answers. It amused Jennie how conflicted they looked as they tried to ponder if their answer was right or if they should change it.

“He says nothing,” Suga called Jin out who remained quiet the entire time.

“Hey, focus on the show.” J-Hope laughed at Jin.

“Doesn’t he need to change?” Suga pointed at Jin’s board which had No More Dream written on it.

“Why? You stick to your way!” Jin stood up. “Why do you ignore No More Dream?” he pointed his arm forward and danced, making Jen’s eyes widen and Jimin lean forward with laughter.

“What was that!?” she laughed and mimicked the dance move he had done.

Before she knew it, the boys began to have another heated discussion about the dances, as she tried to restore order.

“Aye! Aye! Aye! Relax!” she yelled, getting their attention. “Let’s see what ARMY said. Number three is...from the 2014 Korea Music Festival.”

“Yeah!” Jimin yelled, jumping in celebration while he was the only person that got it right.

“Always go with your gut guys, don’t get influenced by each other.” she reminded and gave Jimin a high five. “What is behind door number two!”

As soon as Dope was revealed, Jin jumped up and repeatedly yelled “jjeoreo!”

Since there were only two stockings, Jungkook and V would have to dance battle and then Rapmon and Jin would have to as well.

“We should be able to see something new. A fresh version of the choreography.” J-Hope announced.

When Dope came on, V and Jungkook dance battled. The members began to get hyped and laughed when Jungkook was extra as usual with his dancing.

“Are you okay!?” Jennie laughed when Jin fell on his butt. She helped him up and patted him on the back.

In the end, Rapmon and V were the ones who received stockings on their heads as Jennie placed one on Rapmon’s head and Jimin placed the other on V’s.

“That stocking reminds me of Rookie King.” She laughed. “Remember when Jungkook had a stocking on his head?”

The members laughed at the fond memory and began to portray how he was with the stocking.

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GAYO Track 7

For this episode, the topic will be songs of male singers based on dance. They were split up into teams after playing the palm-up or palm-down game. Team Red consisted of V, Jennie, Jimin, and Suga, while Team Black and White had Rapmon, Jin, Hobi, and Jungkook. It will be a speed quiz between the two teams. They would have to explain the song and the singer by dance and body language.

Jennie, Suga, and Jimin sat by the table while V had the sign with the songs as Jungkook’s team went first to begin guessing. Team Red was bewildered at how fast the opposing team was getting the dances right.

“Are we going to lose?” Jennie asked

“No! We will win! Stay optimistic!” Jimin exclaimed and shook her.

As soon as Rapmon came up to dance around, their team began to struggle because they could not get anything until J-Hope finally got it after a while. Jimin and Jennie held onto each other while laughing once Jungkook spaced up and struggled to try to think of what to do for the next song. After they were done, Jennie sat in between V and Jimin while Suga began to explain the first dance.

“BANG BANG BANG!” Jen yelled over V and Jimin, causing the guys to laugh.

Running up to the front, she watched Jungkook turn the page.

‘Uh...how did it go...?’ she pondered as her body began to move on its own to perform the choreography as she hit her head multiple times.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Jin laughed.

“Mamacita by Super Junior!” Jimin called out and rushed to the front.

“EXO’s Growl!” Jen, V and Suga answer while Team Black and White complain about how easy their songs are to guess.

As Team Red continued to rush to the front while answering correctly, Team Black and White continued to complain about how easy it was for them. Jennie looked confused when Suga was back up, throwing his hands up but Jimin answered it correctly.

“This is it.” V made a dramatic face

“Oh! It’s my boys! Block B’s Her!” Jen answered and went back to the front.

As soon as she leaned forward and started snapping, the boys immediately yelled, “Sherlock by SHINee!”

Next was Suga but they continued to struggle on the song.

“Go away!” Jennie stood and shoved Jungkook away after he continued to dance the choreography of Bang Bang Bang to ‘help’ out. Jungkook’s loud giggling filled the room while she went back to her seat to focus on Suga.

But in the end, they weren’t able to get the right answer and lost the game. After playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, V, and Jimin were sitting in front of each other while the members surrounded them. Soon after, a flustered Jimin went to kiss V on the cheek and then began to run around.

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GAYO Track 8

After recapping the previous episode, the members find out that they will learn trot songs that represent Korea. The rules were to have V read the trot song lyrics and the others would say the title and signer. The guessing team that sings it right will win the round. The first team to get three out of five will be declared the winner. Team Tall consisted of Jungkook, Jin and Rapmon while Team To Be Tall had Jimin, J-Hope, Jennie and Suga.

Once they heard the first song, the members laughed once V started dancing and singing with his gold jacket.

“Sing it!” Jen cheered.

“V’s trot class. Everyone is ready to learn about trot?” V announced, sitting in between the two teams.

The first lyrics were, ‘I called dibs on an attractive girl. Her appearance is so sexy. Her face is dazzling. Her body is dazzling.’

Jungkook and Suga immediately rushed to the mic. Suga got to it first and answered, “Park Hyun-bin. The song is Dazzling Dazzling.”

“Trot singers have dancers behind them!” J-Hope announced as the members danced behind Suga when he began to sing but he forgot the lyrics. Soon after, Jungkook took over, dancing around with his teammates.

“Dazzling, dazzling. She’s so smoking hot. I’m so attractive that everyone loves me. I called dibs on a girl.” Jungkook sang, and glanced right at Jennie, “Beautiful, her appearance.”

While Jennie was snickering at how extra Team Tall was, she had caught him looking at her while he sang as her face warmed up. After he finished singing, Team Tall won the first round.

‘If others call me, I will think about it. If you call me, I will run unconditionally. I’ll run to you unconditionally’ was the next set of lyrics as Jungkook walked up to the mic.

“I don’t know who the singer is.” He answered as everyone laughed.

“Isn’t it Park Sang-cheol?” Rapmon asked.

J-Hope rushed up to the mic, “Park Sang-cheol’s Unconditionally.”

When the song came on, J-Hope sang while his team stood next to him and danced in the background. But apparently, he got the lyrics wrong so they redeemed themselves to sing it correctly.

“Whether it’s day or night, I will run to you anytime! I will run unconditionally! Jajara, jarajara, janjanjan!” Team To Be Tall sang and jumped up and down.

As the game went on, the two teams were tied 2 and 2. Now it was the final round and a random song would be played and if anyone knew it, they would have to sing it. As soon as they heard the music, Team Tall rushed to the front and answered with Kim Soohee, A South Bound Train, which was correct. Jennie kept nodding her head at how passionately Jin was singing but then V interrupted the team when they sang a lyric wrong.

“We’ll take that, thank you.” Jennie walked past Team Tall with the rest of her teammates as Suga smoothly grabbed the mic out of Jin’s hands.

As the song replayed again, the team sang the song but then messed up when they said: “for the South.” Instead of “In the South.”

During Team Tall’s second attempt, they sang the wrong lyrics again. Suga and J-Hope went up to the mic while they made Jimin stay behind because he messed up the song before.

“Hey, bring Jimin, this is a team effort. Come on, look at the face.” Jen pointed out.

“Smartie, do not fall for that puppy dog look of his,” Suga replied.

“But it’s Jimin, you can’t say no to him or reject him.”

“Park Jimin, do not come over here.” J-Hope pointed.

“’ight then I’m staying with Jimin.” Jen stayed in her seat with him as he laughed.

“Jennie, get over here!”

“No one leaves Jimin behind,” she answered firmly.

“Aish...fine. Bring him.” Suga gestured as she and Jimin stood with them by the mic.

In the end, Team To Be Tall won the game while Team Tall sat there in defeat. For the punishment, Team Tall would part their hair 2:8 and sing dramatically while everyone laughed.

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GAYO Track 9

For Track 9, the members were seated. Jen sat in between Jin and Jungkook and the members would have to guess the top five BTS songs selected by fans. On top of that, they would have to get the rankings right and they only have three chances to do so. If they fail, they’ll be punished. The members have to guess ranking 2, 4 and 5.

“What do you think J-Hope?” Suga, who was the MC for this episode, asked.

“I personally think our title songs would get more votes.” He answered.

“Don’t underestimate our B Side songs though. It’s tricky.” Jen added.

“What do you think Jennie?” Suga asked.

“I think Tomorrow is on here.”

“You always talk about tomorrow.” Rapmon laughed

“What? It’s a great song!”

“Why thank you,” Suga said with appreciation.

After the members were talking about which songs they thought were on the list, they began to write their answers down. Jennie wrote down Tomorrow for number 2, Dead Leaves for number 4 and Bulletproof for number 5. She remained quiet for the majority of this episode, concentrating hard on what songs she thought were the right ones.

“Tomorrow is number 2,” Suga revealed.

“YASSSS~!” she tossed her board down and got up to dance in celebration while the rest of the members tossed their boards down, annoyed that they got it wrong.

As a punishment for Jin, he wore a tight shirt which made the members laugh. When it was time to guess the fifth song, which was revealed to be BTS Cypher Part 3, the majority of the members got it correct while Jen sighed in defeat. So far I Need U was number one, Tomorrow was number two, and Let Me Know was number three. Lastly was the fourth song while Suga announced that the punishment is to drink an unknown beverage.

“I’m staying away from drinks. I don’t feel like dealing with what happened on Track 4,” Jen said.

After being given five seconds to answer, Jen kept the song that was on her mind as they all revealed their answers but in the end, Miss Right was the correct one. Jennie facepalmed while the members talked about the rest of the top songs on the list.

#bts 8th member #jungkook x oc #bts #bts additional member #the bangtan gal #bangtan boys #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts gayo track #jungkook fluff #bts scenarios #bts imagines #kpop fanfiction

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jane-0-doe · 5 months ago

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Hii everyone!

Im back to writing. Its petty slow but its going lol

For now we have over 2 k words! Just one or two thousand more and it'll be posted.

For now a sneak peek:

" "Welcome to the Poker Party! I hope you'll enjoy your time here, among all of the best players."

The mysterious man's voice roared at them out of multiple speakers placed around the room.

When everything quieted down, Alexandra grinned.

"And that's our target." "

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I decited to go on with my re-write of chapter 1 but its not written to the point of posting it yet. I really want to give you some sort of an update so chapter 2 will be posted regardless of the state chapter 1 is in.

I'll drop roughtly two little fanfics I wrote a while ago in an attempt to fight against my writers block too.

Hope you'll like them!

#writer #ao3 #fanfic authors #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #doeupdates #miss (or rather mister) jackson

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hysteriium · 4 years ago

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𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆;

(𝐆𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞)

(𝐀/𝐧 ): This is the first I’ve posted in ages!!! I can’t recall how long it’s been, life has truly been hectic but I’m getting back on the saddle!!! We’re starting with my boi! I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing this! I’ve been experimenting with the way he talks so it’s not as overt as I’ve previously written! I feel like the intonations may break the flow a bit so I’ve tried to make it more cohesive! Lmk what you guys think! Also shout out to my amazing partner @lilliryth they’re the light of my life and helped me edit this!! They’re such an amazing person and I would not be where I am today without them.

( 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ): Wedding. That is all. It’s not what you think.

( 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ): DK! Joker x Reader.

( 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ): 7,600+ k words!

( 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ): Angst (very little), swearing, violence.

The first time you’d asked, he simply stared in disbelief.

“Come again?” The bright red hues of confusion painted his husky voice.

The question had been wreaking havoc in your thoughts for the past month, unsure of how to slip out from ambiguity onto the sureness of the tongue. Such a bold yet silly little request was sure to be large and repugnant to the man hovering above you. While the darkness of his eyes was accentuated by his stygian greasepaint, hints of cocoa peeked through, prompting shy flutters of anxiety in your abdomen.

You can do this.

Your tongue slid across the arid cracks of your lips, wetting them. You cleared your throat, “I need a date to a wed–”

That was all you could get out before he blinked a few times and strode off.

The second time, albeit similar in difficulty, thankfully didn’t result in him running.

You tiptoed into his makeshift office with an air of mischief, his room sombre except for the lamp that spotlighted his desk. Hunched over blueprints which you suspected were his next big scheme, his eyes never drifted from the intricacies on the paper.

“Boo!” You shouted, catching his hips with an unbreakable hold when you closed the distance. While his body tensed, he couldn’t control the breath of amusement that left his nose.

“I can see you really tried there.”

You knew he followed your stare when his long fingers worked to roll the sheet. They were fast – so fast the pinched ends stuck out in layered rings that almost resembled winding mountainous trails. He couldn’t have curious eyes ogling his extra top secret will-have-to-kill-you-if-you-found-out criminal plans, now could he?

“What?” you started, while your hands fell and your footsteps whispered away from him. You felt the creases of your mouth wobble, ready to smile at any moment, and so you bit the inside of your tongue. “Don’t you trust me?”

“No,” he smirked, petting your head.

Curse his height.

“Now, uh, what is it, doll?”

You let your smile leap free, “I need to ask a super dooper big fav–”

“I’m not going.”

“But whyyyyyy? My parents are harassing me! They think their daughter’s going to grow old and grey and be alone forever.”

“Gee, I can’t imagine why.”

You shot him a look, one that only fuelled his amusement.

“J, I can’t just not show up.”

You watched his figure rise slightly as he drew and released a breath.

“I don’t like wed–” his tongue stuck out like he’d tasted something bad before he cleared his throat “–dings, they’re full of false hope, drunks and...” he shuddered, “romance. You see, they’ll end up killing each other in a few years. I can picture it now: dearly beloved wife kills cheating husband. Oh how could this have ever happened?”

He scoffed.

“You’re so dramatic. I promise it would only be for a few hours.”

“And pumpkin, how exactly are you gonna sneak me into a… place like that when I look like this,” he said, hands motioning to his face – mostly his scars.

It broke your heart. You could've sworn you heard it splinter, the downturn of your brows impossible to hold back. If only words were enough to convey complex feelings, to convey the pile of bricks nestled in your chest, to convey the desperate crave to comfort and rebut, the need to protect – even from himself. You had yet to find a way, and so you were stuck behind the thick lock and chain of language with no key in sight; restricted and bound to tools you never thought were enough, but could only hope were enough.

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. In his eyes you saw the emotions flicker, almost as tangible as they were transparent – anger, fear, shock. Stood still and stiff, you nodded softly, giving him a smile of equal warmth. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He squinted before hesitantly giving in, shifting so his cheek rested against your palm. He had to lower himself a little more to do so.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with how you look. They’re beautiful, and I’ll keep saying so until there’s no breath left in my lungs.”

You held him ever so gently while he flitted his eyes shut. Your heart galloped then, its swell too big for your body and for a moment, brief as the breeze, the chaos he prided himself in was absent; for a moment there was peace.

“If you weren’t The Joker, I’d say go as is. Though, I have a plan!”

“Oh, do you now?” He said, shaking his head and returning to work. It was clear he was rapidly reaching his patience threshold.

Damn it.

“They have food!” You trailed off unsurely, as if it was a question – pinning your last hope on appealing to his raccoon inclinations.

It didn’t work.

The third, well…

You had just about given up and accepted the fact that it wasn’t his scene, that him meeting your parents would never be an option – a reality you had started to think of as a good thing the more you thought about it.

And so, the third day had been your acceptance. Self-care. Instead of chasing after an ideal, your hands were clutching a book, almost too hard, as the part you had been anticipating since very early had reached its finale. With your legs curled underneath you and practically asleep, your eyes flicked furiously from word to word–

That is until a looming figure shadowed the page completely, concealing all light from the lamp next to you.

Annoyance creased your features as you looked up at the clownish culprit. Your eyes met and a staring contest ensued, the intensity of his eyes beckoning a response until he, uncharacteristically, broke first.

“Will this make you, uh, happy?”

All traces of irritation were washed away by bewilderment, “sorry?”

“My being with you.”

“You mean to the wedding?” You asked, wide-eyed. If you hadn’t been as shocked as you were, you would have snorted at his continuous inability to say the word ‘wedding’.

He shifted on his feet, eyes darting away for a second before he licked his lips. “Yeah.”

“Is this a joke?”

“I’m not that cruel.”

You paused to hum obnoxiously, your finger tapping your chin to challenge the notion.

“Never mind,” he waved his hand in the air and was about to walk off before you grabbed his hand and sprung off your seat. You felt him try to wiggle out of your grasp with a grunt, but it was too late. “Thank you!” You shouted.

You missed the way his surprise melted into a genuine curl of his lips, twitching; the muscles unused. Instead, you were too busy stuffed in his vest, with your arms swathed around him. You both stayed there for a while basking in the warmth of each other, as his hands, which you guessed were hanging awkwardly in the air and unsure of what to do, encircled your waist.

Third time’s the charm.

Shaking fingers twirled sapphire silk, gliding over your cinched waist before finally moving up to the delicate exposed flesh of your neck. You glanced over the spaghetti straps that curved comfortably over your shoulder, and the simple silver circle necklace that laid between them, its chilled presence clashing with the heat of your skin.

Knock knock knock!

“Just a minute!” You said, jumping at the sudden rude intrusion.

“Not even funeral parlors take this long,” you heard J say from the other side, the distinctive departure of footsteps following promptly. They seemed faster than usual.

You puffed air at his complaint after calming your racing heart. Then you scrambled to finish up the final touches of makeup, at last winding the nude colored ribbons of your heels around your calves. Your head felt light, and your shoes only worsened the sudden gelatinous state your legs took on. Never before had you dressed up in such a way, not for years and much less in front of someone you dearly cherished. The line between fashionable and laughable was blurred and never truly had been exercised. Waving away the fuel your anxious thoughts provided, you decided to try and move. Your heels wobbled trying to avoid the flowing material pooled by your ankles, and you’d just managed to slip one foot out through the thigh-high slit. No matter how much you sighed, the pressure remained, weighing like an anvil. And so, with nothing much to lose, you made your way to the door; the dampness of your fingers leaving its foggy signature upon the knob.

This was it.

You breathed in one last time before opening the door.

“Okay, I’m re–”

You exhaled sharply, feeling the earlier intake of air leave you – taking with it the remaining wind in your lungs. You couldn’t control the twinkle of your eyes, nor the flip of your stomach as you gazed upon him.

His form was angled against the wall and his arms were crossed – that was, until he dragged his eyes over to you. His limbs then dropped to their sides and he quickly, almost stumbling over his shoes, righted his position. The bob of his Adam's apple was clear while both of you stood meters from each other with widened eyes. You knew he had the ability to pull off a suit, but the royal blue he donned was stunning. The stark colour complemented his blond locks, while his foulard tie with its blends of pinks, purples, and its navy base matched his socks.

It seemed you were both in the same boat, consumed by swells of giddiness and the need to fidget. The fingers that were dressed in dark brown leather gloves drummed against his thigh, while one of his cedar suede shoes tapped furiously against the floor.

“What.” He finally stated, rather than questioning.

You dropped the necklace your fingers had started circling.

“Nothing! You just look… really nice,” you uttered earnestly, unable to contain the sweet smile that broke through awe.

“Yeah, yeah. Uh… you too,” he said, the last part coming out less steady.

He avoided eye contact when you trotted over to him, fiddling with his cufflinks, though his tending to them immediately vanished when you began to accentuate the swish of your hips.

All fidgeting stopped.

You were sure he was expecting something else, rather than the delicate cupping of his cheek once you reached him, soft lips meeting with roughened skin as you kissed his scars. You took your time with each one, whispering affection, before claiming his mouth. He growled against you, and you could feel him tighten his hold.

The tip of his tongue traced the stain of lipstick, a wordless demand for entry which left you weak. Almost parting your lips to allow the gentle slide of his tongue, he suddenly reared back with a smirk.

“Peach,” he cooed.

You were going to have to reapply later.

With a small smile you extended your arm to the couch, and knowing time was beginning to pass, he complied. As he advanced, you peeked at the orange lining in his blazer. The hue was similar to his purple coat, though slightly lighter. You smiled to yourself, the small detail so characteristically him.

“Alright. Let’s get this over with,” he sighed, bracing himself.

Already a step ahead, you had brought out the makeup needed just prior to getting dressed. Sitting on one of the nearby surfaces, you picked up a small translucent bag with little red hearts on it – a fact he’d snickered to himself at when he first saw it – and walked over to him.

“As you wish, grumpy,” you simpered, “now hold still!”

True to his new title, you heard him mutter something unintelligible under his breath. The tap-tap-tap of his foot against the floor was most of the noise for a good while, and although distracting, the fidgeting of his hands was less noisy. You knew more than anyone he needed to squirm around, some movement at the very least, and so you endured. You deduced that he’d not been this close to someone in so very long, let alone allow them to do his makeup. That task, intimate and personal within itself, was not something others could be trusted with.

“Time to hide these little guys,” you murmured, focused as the beauty blender sat between your fingers and dabbed on concealer. “Not that they need hiding. I’ll miss them.”

“Really?” He chimed in, eyes shut while you did your work.

“Yeah, they’re a part of you and I’d never want you to hide or be ashamed of who you are.”

“Hmm,” he trailed off.

Occasionally his mouth quirked, his tongue darting out to lick his scars; an involuntary movement. You were patient, and even if he wasn’t overt about his guilt of messing up your progress, you reassured him lightly with a kiss on the head, sometimes playing with the dirty blond waves that lacked any sign of green.

The day before he’d washed out the colour in preparation for the big day, groaning until he caught sight of himself in the mirror; contemplative. Ethereal and almost delicate he seemed. How precious it was to witness such cracks in the fortress, where the basking rays of sun illuminated what once was – and still is, only shrouded by shrubbery and thorns, so overgrown and disordered that they had forgotten to take care of even themselves. Forgotten how.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he groaned as you finished blending the concealer on both cheeks. Grabbing the foundation you had colour matched, you dabbed a bit on your hand before applying that too.

“Honestly, me neither,” you replied, feeling no need to sugarcoat the shock from your tone. You knew he appreciated the truth. “But I’m glad you are! You’re doing so well!”

He squirmed a little at the compliment but settled seconds later. Soon after finishing the blending, you reared back and observed your labour. Although it wasn’t perfect, and if you looked hard enough you could still see the intricate crevices in his skin, it passed.

“All done!”

As soon as you spoke, J pushed off his palms. He was halfway off the chair when you stopped him.

“Wait! I have to walk you through something.”

At this, his eyebrows quirked up. You knew you had his attention.

“Conditions!” You announced.

“Ah. Now there are conditions.”

“Yes! I don’t want you to throw a tantrum and blow up the whole reception.”

“My my, aren’t you a little fire stopper.”

“Promise me.”

He flicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. With one hand on his chest and the other raised just next to his head, he bowed a little. “I swear.”

You wrinkled your nose, “I swear there will be no funny business, and I’ll be on my best behaviour – oh and no crossing your toes either!”

“You know me so well,” he sighed, admitting defeat, “Fine. I swear there’ll be no funny business and I’ll be on…” he cleared his throat and brought a closed fist to his mouth, “my best behaviour.” Then he shone his impishly wide grin, one that only intensified the pit of doubt in your stomach.

It would have to do, though.

“Okay,” you whispered.

He stood up now, towering over you.

“Okay,” he mimicked, dropping his hands at the base of your hips.

The last few days had been full of surprises, his agreement to attend trumping all. However, his overt display of affection was a close second. Never before had he been so forthcoming and so comfortable with physical contact.

As his hands laid there, unmoving and making their home in your curves, you inched closer to him; a specific craving only his warmth could ease. Though, those very same hands around you tightened when you tried to step forward, holding you in place. Curiously, you looked up at him, brows furrowed.

“What are you–”

It seemed he couldn’t help himself. The evil laughter he’d been trying to restrain bubbled from his throat and bounced off the walls. The eagerness to ask what he was doing quickly died – hard – when you could no longer feel the ground beneath your feet. It instead morphed into protests and occasional bouts of laughter as your arms dangled along his back, your pelvis against his shoulder. One gloved hand rested crudely just below the curve of your ass, occasionally squeezing your upper thigh and holding you in place, while his other arm hung unobstructed.

“We–” he clicked his tongue, “–wouldn’t want to be late now, would we?” He finished, purring.

The location was a couple hours outside of Gotham on the coastline in an area you’d practically never heard of. If it wasn’t for J’s gift for navigation, and his frustration when you kept leading him down wrong turns, you would have been hours late instead of just missing the ceremony. The last straw had been assuring him the early exit was your turn off despite his gut instinct, despite the countless times he asked ‘are you sure?’ and despite his sneaking glances – something he stopped doing when he almost crashed into the car next to you, too focused on craning his neck. All of this combined had resulted in the brutal demise of your map reading days.

Stopping where he could after taking the wrong exit he held out a gloved hand, a wordless demand for the navigator. Before long, you were back on the freeway, thankfully heading the right way. The directory rested in his lap as he balanced the seemingly breezy tasks of reading and driving.

Clearly safety was his middle name.

Once the two of you arrived at the venue, the first thing you both noticed was the heat. Warm and uncomfortable, the seabreeze made this bearable. The next notable feature was the rambunctious clamour of the crowd; music, laughter and shouting.

After worming your way out of the van, comically wedged between two much smaller cars, you headed towards the reception, stopping short from the asphalt-sand border. J stared at it as if it had foiled his genius villainous plots, as if it was the cause of all his misfortunes, as if it was responsible for the brutal murder of his first pet. Then, he made a face – a mixture between a scowl and disgust.

He sniffed, “it smells like...” he paused to grimace, “high society.”

The ghastly look was then directed ahead to each moving – breathing – organism he could see. There was no doubt in your mind the crowd had already made it on his hit list.

“For once I miss the stink of Gotham.”

“Well at least it’s at the beach!” You exclaimed, not recalling the last time you’d been. Trying to think that far back made your brain hurt, the tingle of overworked cogs and Brain Fog a lethal combination that coerced your forfeit in seconds. At the very least you were happy to be making new memories, hopefully some you’d be able to remember in the future; memories you prayed were not, later too, guarded by the merciless Brain Fog and his ravenous desire to generate headaches.

“I hate the beach,” J delivered flatly, hatred distilled rolling off his person in waves.

“Oh, you hate everything!” You pouted, brushing off his pessimism.

“It’s hard not to.”

“Well…” You stopped to think, wracking your brain to prove him wrong, “what about me?”

That had to get him.

“You especially,” he grinned, eyes twinkling with a mischief that spoke nothing other than ‘you walked right into that one, sweetheart.’

You were unable to help the sigh that sailed past your hued lips, “well, come on sunshine. You can’t stare daggers at them all day.”

“I can try,” he spat sourly.

You rolled your eyes and dragged him along but immediately dropped the act when you quickly realised it hauled unwanted eyes, like metal to magnets. Yet, J followed even though you were certain he saw the cursed asphalt-sand barrier as the very gates of hell themselves. In fact, he seemed a little bit too eager to start his anathematised exploration of the 9 circles as when you looked back, expecting to see his long limbs hanging in defeated protest, you were met with, well, nothing.

One moment he was there, the next he was gone seemingly stalking off into the unknown, hiding among the sea of people. It wasn’t like he was easy to lose either, his height and his aura of absolute discomfort is what set him apart from the rest. He protruded like a broken bone – so why couldn’t you find him?

“Damn it, J!” You harshly whispered to yourself, unknowingly stamping your foot until the insidious specks of sand tumbled their way into your shoe, under your feet and between your toes. Easily conquering your layer of protection, their coarse presence made you want to grind your teeth.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Before you could go off and search for the lost irritating puppy, you heard shouts. At first they seemed like ordinary yells, distinctive deviations from the crowd which happened to catch your attention at the right moment. Though, the more time passed and you wandered around like a newborn giraffe looking for its mother, you realised this was not the case. Most telling was the way those vague cries morphed into the familiar syllables of your name. And then finally in view, the supposed sweet comfort of childhood embodied neared; their worn features staring into your own, different from all those years ago.

You fought the urge to run.

“Hey honey!” Your dad beamed.

Two pairs of smothering arms made their way toward you, enveloping. With your fingers clutching separate materials, each as scratchy and glacial as each other, your head started to spin and you felt yourself holding your breath.

“Hey mum, hey dad, it’s nice to see you two again,” you said, feeling the slow ache from clenching your jaw starting to set in. You quickly swapped this expression for a small smile when they released you.

“How’ve you been?” Your dad inquired, the shimmer in his eyes a sight you couldn’t help but double take at. You noticed there was no glass in his hand.

“Don’t bombard her dear,” your mum rolled her eyes, “where’s this date you were telling me about?”

She lingered on the word with an emotion you couldn’t quite discern while her adjudicating eyes swept over your outfit. Her eyebrows then lifted, scrunching her nose with it. “Not bad.”

Her scanning forced you to shrink into yourself, the automatic motion of your palms relentless in their pursuit of wrinkles, a fact you did not pick up on until your mother cleared her throat at your unprompted staring contest.

“My question dear, it’s rude to ignore your mother,” her thin brows creased and the folds just above them rested along her forehead in a similar fashion.

You scrambled for an acceptable answer, the question just as ambiguous to yourself.

“He’s… um… getting us drinks! I was actually just about to go check up on–”

“Well if a man can’t even fetch you a drink he’s hardly useful,” she scoffed, turning to her husband to whisper, “can’t imagine what this prince charming looks like.”

Anger, lava-like and boiling, rose up in your throat. The pressure seemed unbearable as you tried to keep your mouth closed – tried not to defend the one you loved with your entire being. How dare she judge someone she had yet to even meet? She had yet to see the beauty that radiated in and out.

It had only been minutes and you’d already been zapped of your energy for the day.

“I think I should go check on him now.” “Yes, of course. Come back to me when you have something to show,” your mother smiled. You watched her lips stretch, her wine lipstick as pigmented as the red coating your vision.

Her hand clutched the necklace around her chest. Her fingers traced the glistening diamond which hung overtly, screaming it’s pricelessness to all passersby as she went to go have another sip of her champagne. At the corner of your eye you noticed movement, a pair of worn hands clutching suit pants. Hard. You turned automatically and when you met his eyes your dad shot you a strained smile. It almost looked like an apology.

Your stomach turned.

You tried your best to conceal the stomping as you promptly departed, promising yourself to at least wait until you were out of their view and blending in with the crowd. Once you merged with the patches, you quickly discovered that navigating your way out of it was going to be just as hard as trying to find J. Left and right amalgamated, looking the same no matter how many times you tried to compare differences and so did everyone’s outfits. You could have sworn you’d seen the same red dress three times, though you also could have sworn you went all different directions to the last; the truth was you were no more knowing than a sailor stranded at sea lacking a compass, the same indistinguishable shapelessness stretching out for miles and miles with no end in sight.

Then, a miracle – a clearing of people which shrieked hope and a long portable table with flowing white lace harbouring all kinds of food. Amongst the good news, a blotch of royal blue caught your eye and a flash of blond. Focusing your view on the table and its few inhabitants, one of which was the blue wearing stranger, you quickly realised your missing date was fixed and firm in place at the snack area. No sooner than this revelation processed you dashed over, the anger returning once the relief had run its fleeting course. As you stormed your way over to him he failed to look up, too preoccupied with the food he was collecting. Lacking in subtlety, you grabbed his arm.

“Jesus there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

J, who had been waiting to stuff his face with what you identified as another cupcake, mouth ringed with strawberry frosting, crumbs and sprinkles, dropped it in surprise and turned to you with widened eyes. They shrunk as soon as they showed an inkling of surprise and instead shifted to speckled guilt.

“Cupcake,” he managed to mumble with a full mouth.

Your fiery frustration was immediately put out by how cute he was, and you felt a surge of guilt yourself. It wasn’t fair to be taking out your personal frustrations on him.

After closing your eyes and taking a breath, you reset.

“They think I’m lying about you.”

He swallowed.

“You wanna leave? I, uh, know I want to,” he said much louder than the whisper you wish he’d used.

Such a comment warranted an elbow jab into his waist as you smiled ear to ear and sickly sweet at the passing guest who had clearly heard J. The middle aged woman with short brunette hair, white pom-pom earrings and beady eyes shot you two a blazing look before rutting her nose into the air. The reek of pretension wafted off her. Now you could see what J was saying earlier.

Pee-yew.

Everyone here sucked.

“I’m gonna kill her later,” he murmured, squinting after her.

“J, you promised to be good!”

Even if she was a grandiloquent old bitch who deserved it.

His ominous response was to pour himself some punch, the clown-in-disguise bringing the plastic up to his lips. As the cup masked most of his face, the only thing visible was his deadly gaze which bounced from congregation to congregation.

“How much longer.” Again, it wasn’t phrased as a question, more a statement.

“The bride and groom haven’t even danced yet.”

He scrunched his nose, though dropped the subject. At least verbally.

“You’re so crabby. You do know that you’re drawing even more attention to yourself this way?”

“Hmmph.”

It was silent for a few minutes before, without warning, he grabbed your hand. The hesitant and jagged strokes of his thumb followed and even though they belonged to a novice, the delicacy was still there.

The message was clear:

I’m new to this.

Your lips upturned, the gentle quirk hidden by transient hair flowing along the salty breeze. His touch was warm and paradoxically amiable; his presence a shelter cutting the chilly current that had picked up around noon. Stained lips, of which you had forgotten about until the sticky residue imprinted boldly on his glove, aimed to ease his buzzing mind. Expecting a grumble for the lipstick mark, what you got in return was the soft gaze of dark brown eyes – a sign of taming raging waters. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact the window into his soul for once could be identified as just that – a window; crystal, without the dirtied stains of camouflage and trepidation.

Something had changed.

Before you could get another word in, it was announced the bride and groom were going to have their first dance. The crowd gathered around the newly wedded couple as the music suddenly switched. The speakers were loud as they played a waltz, the couple’s limbs intertwined and swaying to its dramatic pace. They twirled and swayed with the grace of swans tiptoeing and beguiling the creeping ocean on the golden sands. Even though you knew virtually nothing about them, and were convinced that in fact this whole invite was your mother’s scheme to pry, the sight was a beautiful one to behold. The epitome of love – reciprocal trust and utter surrender; it had you wondering where you’d gone wrong previously, and if such a thing was as formulaic as it seemed to be, or if they were freefalling into the abyss as much as everyone else was; blindfolded, but nonetheless with each other. Welded in each other’s hearts.

How long had you projected your yearning at the couple and vicariously lived through their magical moment? You couldn’t say, though it was only the sudden grip on your shoulder that had managed to break your fixed admiration. It was firm, but nowhere near the realm of rough, and it even contained a fraction of gentleness, an action that wordlessly said ‘are you okay?’

At the sudden presence, you looked over your shoulder to find J, his guarded eyes holding a knowledge which only deepened the crawling feeling of embarrassment. Blood rushed to your cheeks. As you rounded your gaze back to the couple, you quickly saw the crowd was beginning to join them, all dancing at their own pace as the music continued its intimate lull. J’s hand slid down your arm while you watched and returned to hold your hand. Content and about to lean into him, your sudden love struck daze pounced away when he started to walk, dragging you along with him.

“Hey– what are you doing?”

No response.

“Let me go!” You said, your tone coming out a lot angrier than you’d expected. You guessed this alerted him because even though you were mere meters away from the rest of the crowd he stopped to explain.

“I saw the way you were looking at them. You know, cupcake, you’re not hard to read,” he drawled.

You pursed your lips, looking away for a moment.

“So what? What are you doing?”

“What does it – ah – look like?”

He’d seemingly taken your lack of response as a positive and continued forward. He grinned once he had you in position and placed his palm on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing gentle circles. He then maneuvered his other hand to grab yours and stretched it forward. From his first few steps you knew immediately it was the Viennese Waltz. The fast tempoed dance was one you weren't all too familiar with, but you’d learned its slower English counterpart.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you gasped, trying your best to conceal your astonishment. You didn’t want to seem rude, though he just didn’t seem like the person interested in such a thing. Nor have the time. You were certainly finding yourself more curious about the origin of such a talent, and all the other potential abilities that were sneakily tucked away.

“Well aren’t I just full of surprises.”

He dipped you slightly in time with the halt of the orchestra. He held you there for a moment before the tune resumed its boisterous charm, climbing steadily to its crescendo.

“Here’s to another,” he said, his smile widening. If you didn’t know him so well you would have believed the expression to be completely innocent and honeyed. Standing there intertwined with his limbs you knew that devilish gleam was anything but.

And, seconds later, this suspicion proved right.

Suddenly he lifted you, twirling you around in such a way that made you feel like you were the bride. You’d only seen such a thing in Disney movies and cheesy rom coms – to be cherished, to be loved and cared for in such a delicate way was a fantasy; a taste of nostalgia and a serenade to the hopeless romantic within.

“J, put me down! Put me down!” You felt yourself swallow when his hands tightly gripped your hips. For a moment the irritation you’d experienced all day from a full face of makeup and wandering had all been worth it.

His laughs slipped out, too; a direct contrast from his often irked facade, a musically heart-warming phenomenon which no instrument could emulate. The whole time you kept your eyes on each other and never once did they deter, focused on drinking in the beauty of each other. The cheers from the crowd you’d gathered fell upon both your deaf ears, transfixed by each other’s magic in your own closed off bubbles.

As you continued to dance, the act itself felt like flying. The crowd separated when you neared – that is, until everything stopped. Sharp and prompt.

Neither of you had much regard for the abrupt bump when it happened, there were people everywhere and mistakes occurred. It was no big deal. At least that’s what you told yourself until such a collision was followed by a violent shriek and a splash.

Loud gasps replaced the background noise of applause.

In a few frightening seconds your brain made the connection – linking who you’d just seen in the same area minutes before, inches from the ocean.

“Oops,” you squeaked, too scared to turn around. However, despite your better judgement you did just that.

The groom stood in shock, evidently unable to come to terms with the sight he was seeing. One moment his new wife was safe within his arms, dancing as if it was only two of them in the universe, the next she was below him, swimming with seaweed. Then, his form began to tremble, a telltale sign that what was to come was nowhere near the realms of good.

He turned around with searing red eyes, a wrinkled nose and bared teeth. The eyes of the bull met the petrified, and his stubby, squared and well-manicured finger pointed directly at you.

“You fucking bitch!” He roared.

You jumped, feeling yourself cling to J. His arm wrapped around you reassuringly and although you trusted him with your life, being confronted by a raging groom was still nonetheless intimidating. The groom who apparently cared more about telling you off than helping his wife, who was still floundering in the crashing waves, began his march over to you.

“Do you know who I am?” He continued, and you wondered if he was still aware there was a crowd around. J almost instantly stood in front of you and had to hunch further to scowl at your aggressor.

“What was that?” J grabbed the man in front of him and slipped the blade hidden in his sleeve between the groom’s lips, angling it against the crease of his mouth.

“Hmm? Why not try your luck, princess. Say it again.”

The groom froze, the flicker of fear evident even on your end, though he kept up his brutish facade.

“You’re both going to be 6 feet under when my dad’s through with you.”

“Aww… run along to daddy so he can fix all your problems,” you could hear the pout in your boyfriend’s voice, comfortable and in your eyes even elated, to spit out the toxins he’d been gathering from just being here all day.

“So you do know who I am–” “The second most spoiled kid of Gotham’s underbelly.”

“And yet, you’re still holding the knife.”

“Of course the first would be your brother though, hmm?” J continued, completely ignoring the man's statement.

The groom gritted his teeth.

“I bet it stings to not be the favourite. To not even have him here on your big day.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” The groom spat, bullseyeing J’s shoe. You saw red pooling at the corner of the man’s mouth, the mere act of expectorating on your boyfriend’s shoe more urgent than self-preservation.

Yeesh.

“Now that’s not very hygienic,” J growled, wrinkling his nose. His grip on the knife tightened and in one quick motion, the groom was screaming.

While you couldn’t see the infliction from where you were positioned, the blood dripping onto the sand was clear as crystal. The screams of those around you were piercing, their horror and disgust forcing you to cling tighter to your boyfriend.

“J, please! That’s enough, it’s okay!” You pulled on his blazer. Feeling the hundreds of widened eyes staring holes into your being was no longer a concern. What mattered most was him. Getting out of here.

With a quick glance to his right, J met you, then looked back at the groom.

He smacked his lips.

“Seems you are lucky,” he purred, the shimmer in his eye reflecting nothing of the warmth he concealed so carefully – nothing of the warmth of when your eyes met. Instead, it was serrated and reflected jeopardy. He possessed the force of a hurricane. A gravity; the way in which he commanded the direction of things and uprooted the fortitude of the righteous, the sure, a mothernatured finesse.

He looked back at you again before shifting his hold on the man, fisting his wrinkled and bloodied shirt, then barked, “why don’t you go join your blushing bride?”

With the element of surprise, J raised his knee and shot it between the man’s legs, the man falling down almost as fast as the foreign presence made an impact. You could have sworn someone at the corner of your eye jolted, most likely fearing the worst while others let out shrieks. Fear of the unknown, the seduction of one’s imagination and its ability to fill in blanks was the most manipulatable aspect of consciousness. Rather than bleeding out and rocking lifeless against the cradling waves like so many had thought, the groom sat there, soaking in the shame of defeat and crimson. He hollered while his new wife crawled to his side.

“Tell your precious father I said ‘hi.’”

All eyes now turned to you both as you speedily departed, J dragging you along once more. The colony of sand in your shoe that had begun its formation hours ago was well in its breeding season now, the leathery insole most likely buried along with the newly wed’s marriage. Before you fully exited the cooperative crowd, forever to forget the merging faces of horror, two familiar ones caught your eye.

Hah!

“Some date, huh?” You smiled, staring at your mother straight on. The way her face twisted up in a myriad of emotions – surprise, disgust, embarrassment – was something you’d never forget. You were sure you destroyed her little snobbish social circle by the mere association. Pride swelled in your chest, a childish victory that didn’t seem so childish when you later reflected on your relationship with her.

When the two of you escaped back to the van successfully, there was a moment of contemplation.

“I – heh – think that went well!” J laughed to himself, rounding his body to face you, “you think your parents like me?”

“I think I should be asking the same to myself,” you said.

“Cheer up buttercup, at least your parents know you’re not dying alone anymore.”

“To be honest, after that shitshow they’d probably prefer it,” a sigh left your lips and you began to bite them, unconscious of the small action until the taste of metal blew up your taste buds.

“Eh. Who needs parents, anyway?”

You began to fiddle with your hands, suddenly finding them incredibly interesting. From the lack of interruptions you concluded he knew you were miles away, trapped in the wilderness of your own thoughts.

“So I’m guessing you only came because you found out whose wedding it was.”

It took a lot to break the silence, and the air suddenly shifted to a heaviness. You weren’t sure you were the only one tensing.

J clicked his tongue but didn’t answer.

“It’s okay… I think I’ve had my fill of weddings for a while, anyway. And parents. And honestly, maybe people,” you answered for him, despite the swirl of hurt brewing in your gut.

He breathed out his amusement. The lack of transience had you swallowing, frantic to keep the growing weight on your chest from expanding – from consuming your entire being with emptiness. You didn’t know how long you had until the stampede made its mark, the thunderous thuds of terror already echoing in the distance.

Those were only thoughts you could entertain alone, sunken in the decaying paradise of your bed.

Silence prevailed again.

Dazed and lost of direction, you remained fixated on the lines of your palms.

“The husband had a temper. You know, I thought they were so lovely at first.”

“That’s what they want you to believe. Their little golden castles sparkle in the sun and it’s only until the rain pours that you can see them for what they really are. Wet cardboard. Looks can be deceiving.”

“They certainly can be,” you looked up at him, smiling softly.

Even with the friction, you slowly reached up to cup his face. This time on his end, there was no fear or hesitation. Instead, just an unspoken mutual trust between two wandering souls. You looked down at his lips while your thumbs stroked the hidden lines of his scars. The gentle caresses wore down the makeup until finally they were visible again.

The marks of a survivor – beautiful and bold.

“Wait,” he said, the word simple and yet so labyrinthine. He reared back and looked at his hands while your own moved to rest on your knees. Curled into fists, his slowly unclamped like a blooming flower. What they revealed had your heart thumping, dancing its rhythm in your throat. You felt your eyes widen and the sadness immediately leave you, as if all its colour had been drained from you. You felt like a 1930’s cartoon, so shaken to the core that all you could see was greyscale.

“It wasn’t the only reason,” he whispered, the commanding presence absent.

He cleared his throat and finally looked up at you, “in fact, these were my only reason.”

“You son of a bitch,” you bit your tongue in awe at the binding pieces of metal in his hands. They twinkled in the holiday rays, beckoning, unuttering whispers of fabrication. Was the weight of those dual bands as heavy as his heart? As heavy as the solemn expression as he processed your jabbing words?

“I-I know it’s not much but–” he stuttered, and was promptly interjected.

“Oh! No, no, no! I didn’t mean–”

You both smiled. Yours wide and brazen, his small and seraphic.

“My J. Always starting fights, always getting what he wants,” you took the ring from his finger and darted to your left hand, slipping it on its rightful throne, “how can I resist?”

You kissed him mellowed and full of saccharine and he sighed, his reciprocation just as tender despite the usual dash of coarseness.

“Mine,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. He fluttered his eyes shut and his breathing began to steady.

“Mine,” you whispered.

In all that was and all that ever could be, never would you have believed such a moment possible. Magical and idiosyncratic, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Nothing big and extravagant in front of many eyes. Just the two of you, inside what you now considered the best moment of your life. What many described as a lock and chain, a prison for the rest of one’s life, you would describe as the only thing you had ever wanted. As much as before, everything felt complete.

Supernal.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, breathing in unison, basking in each other. All you knew was that it was all too soon when you hit the road again, starting the long journey back to Gotham. After a lot of the same scenery – trees, cars, rocks, more cars and occasional bodies of water – your eyes had become leaden. Resting became impossible to oppose and before long your eyes gave into its stinging demand.

Somewhere within the haze of half-consciousness, a mysterious material was draped over you. It was silken on the inside, your arms softly grazing it occasionally, and linen on the outside, your chin brushing over it when passing uneven roads. Subtle ripples of cologne drifted from the fabric as you finally fell prey to sleep’s siren song.

“Sleep well, sweetpea,” lulled a sweet voice.

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janewatson · 4 years ago

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Helluva Boss Trailer Analysis!

Yes, I watch this. Yes, I like it. No, I won’t argue with you about it.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s just say that I was up when the trailer dropped, and was still up for a bit after. I’ve watched it so many times now, just absorbing everything, and now it’s time to break it down.

I’ve seen a few breakdowns already, but I noticed that there were a few things people hadn’t mentioned. So I’m tossing my hat in the ring, let’s see if we can figure out what Vivziepop has in store for us!

I’ll be breaking down by scene, as well as go over voiceovers and predictions real quick, so prepare for a read after the cut!

Ok, first, had to laugh at Millie’s Peppermint Vodka Molotov Cocktail. Creative, but what a waste of vodka :( The background is of a beach, but she’s not in beach clothes (let’s face it, a bikini would probably kill Moxxie)

Moxxie is shooting at something while he’s swinging from a rope in a deserted theater. Piano on the floor, and a sun pattern on the back wall

Blitzø (thanks for the copy/paste, Google) cleaving a blonde in half with a baseball bat. Damn, he stronk!

Diss Summar’, with the little doodles! So cute :3

Drunk/drugged/in shock Moxxie, poor Millie, and something big bursting out from the water behind. Tied to first scene?

Stolas’ ‘Special Access’ bit from the Sneak Peeks, talking about the Harvest Moon festival in Wrath

Moxxie and Blitzø in a green lit room, looks like a two-way mirror on the wall. Interrogation?

Correction to ‘Diss Season’ XD Hopefully that means we’ll get an episode before spring, but if they need more time, that’s understandable

Glammed up Stolas at some kind of burlesque, owned by Asmodeus ‘Ozzie’, Prince of Hell’s Lust circle. Wonder why he’s there...

CHERUBS!!! Also from the Sneak Peeks, we know that this is a commercial, and that the TV showing said commercial gets blown up a few seconds later

Angry Blitzø, probably yelling at Moxxie, being scared shitless by a hellhound behind him. I think this is a repo/impound/chop-shop guy who took IMP’s van, as in a later scene, they’re shown in a fence with other cars, especially because Blitzø yells ‘RUN’ at the end of the scene

Loona and Blitzø filming someone’s misery (again, probably Moxxie). They’re in western outfits, but they’re probably still in Hell

Tentacle wrapping around drugged Moxxie and taking him, too fast for Millie to react and stop it. Again, looks like it’s tied to the first and fifth scenes

Sassy Blitzø, probably talking to the repo-hellhound or punching-bag Moxxie. Same setting as scene 11

Blitzø running to the window of what looks like a recording studio, with ‘VM’ spray painted on the doors next to him. He looks distraught, but it’s not clear why

Recently choked-out Moxxie recovering, while being frame by a spiny-tailed Imp wearing what I assume is a serape, since it looks like they’re on the ranch Loona and Blitzø cheered a poor soul, scene 12

DEPRESSED BIRD DADDY. WHY ARE YOU SAD??? IS IT GONNA MAKE ME SAD??? OH NO I’M NOT READY unless its a flashback, but stilllll

Perturbed Blitzø holding his special flintlock in a western-themed room. Looks like he has his outfit from scene 12 on, probably the same episode, but whatever happened/is going to happen, it’s not good

Dressed-up Moxxie, who probably jumped bombed a performance, is upstaged by Robo Fizz and most likely a Robo Ozzie, given the designs on its’ head(s). He looked uneasy even before the Robos popped up, so something else was going on first.

Scaley eye blinking and getting MAD, attached to the tentacle that kidnapped Moxxie?

50% off add for Spring Break victims, complete with coffee stain, and Blitzø‘s horse doodles. I got a mental image of Moxxie scolding Blitzø for drawing at work, so he BS’d it into an ad.

Either Blitzø is a terrible driver, or they’re trying to speed away from someone. Repo-hound, maybe?

HUMAN!!! Almost definitely a human pop-star singing on a Coachella-esque stage! I tried to fill in her name, but could only get ideas of what some letters were. Her initials are most likely VM, from the recording studio scene, but the bottoms of some letters could be an E or L, K or R, so we’re left with V~(L/E)(K/R)OSI(K/R)A MA~~. It also looks like she’s wearing heels, so she may be the person who threw Blitzø in a later scene

Moxxie about to be trampled by what can only be a horse, given his outfit. Loona and Blitzø are probably filming XD

Shocked Stolas, standing up at table. Same outfit as the burlesque, but he doesn’t looked surprised enough that it’s the part where Moxxie is upstaged, more something emotionally jarring. Blitzø kissing someone else, maybe?

Blitzø pushing Moxxie out of the way and pinning him just outside a Hell portal in an alley, most likely Earth. Blitzø looks mad, and rightly so, as he’s looking a little beat up himself. Connected to the interrogation scene?

Happy Blitzø turns horrified outside some elevators with Moxxie. Judging by the water cooler in the back, I think he’s about to slam into the recording studio. Behind him, Moxxie gives no shits

Blitzø looking miffed, maybe at something Moxxie said. Looks like the same scene with the repo-hound, as the setting itself looks like an impound lot, with the IMP van smack-dab in the middle of it. I love that the license plate is IMP-666 though

Unhappy Blitzø (ok, let’s be honest, when IS he happy?)

Moxxie swinging Millie around in the deserted theater, passionately frenching each other

Blitzø getting pushed down by a horned, high-heeled... someone. Again, might be the pop star from earlier, but there’s horns... Maybe the pop star is human-passing, and has an alternate demonic form, like the Hazbin Hotel cast?

Western-clad Blitzø pulling his flintlock on someone, most likely before scene 18. Most definitely Hell, judging by the poster and previous scenes, but I’m digging the décor

Blitzø not getting a break at all during this trailer and being yeeted into a dumpster, which closes on him. Gonna take a stab and say it’s outside the burlesque Stolas and Moxxie were in, from the colors and posters of Lust Ring, Personal Companion Robo-Fizz, and Angel Dust.

The next scene is of him climbing out of a dumpster to fall into another pile of trash. He just doesn’t get a break, does he? It doesn’t look like the dumpster outside the burlesque, but it is similar to the alley with the hell portal, where Blitzø pinned Moxxie. Maybe not the same scene, but most likely same episode.

Editor being absolutely plastered, teasing all the fun stuff to come in 2021, since 2020 can go f*ck itself.

And that’s a really in-depth breakdown of all the scenes in the trailer! Now, for the voiceovers.

First, Loona’s asking if anyone ‘Can feel that?’. Interesting thing to ask, so we’ll have to wait and see what catastrophe happens

Millie gently yelling at Moxxie to ‘DON’T PANIC’

A calm voice announcing an elevator’s departure to the Lust circle of Hell, which is most likely where the burlesque and Robo scenes are. As to who is going, it’s either Stolas or the IMP crew, or maybe both?

Horny Stolas cooing ‘Oh, Blitzy!’, followed by Loona’s ‘SHUT THE F*CK UP’ from the Loo Loo Land episode. Finally, I have a high-res clip I can set as my ringtone!

Blitzø yelling ‘Dammit, Moxxie, this is all your fault!’, which may or may not be true since he scapegoats Moxxie, who replies ‘How is this my fault???’

Pop star asking, ‘Y’all ready to get f*cked up and make some b*tchin’ bad choices?’. It’s most likely her talking, since the her lips synch up with her scene, and it’s a new voice we haven’t heard before.

Moxxie’s cut off ‘M*THERF*CKER!!!’. So happy I get to hear Invader Zim go off, poor boy needs it XD

Blitzø being Blitzø and trying to tone down a big deal, stating again that he doesn’t pry into their personal lives, even though he obvious does (see Helluva Boss Pilot for more)

Robo Fizz’s line from Loo Loo Land asking if anybody loved Blitzø. I’m gonna be honest and say that line choked me up in Loo Loo Land, and so did Blitzø’s response, until ‘But I’m really good with guns now. DANCE, B*TCH!’

Moxxie ending with ‘That is deeply unsettling’, again from Loo Loo Land. Throwing shade on Helluva Boss haters, maybe? :3

All right, now, predictions!

Chaos in a theater, with focus maybe on Millie and Moxxie’s relationship, maybe an origin story? It won’t be the only one, with the tentacle beach monster and drugged Moxxie bits, so we can expect a lot of story and character development from the two of them.

Farm episode! Blitzø either drags them onto a farm, or there’s a client who invites them, but sh*t will happen.

Really excited to see what happens in the Lust ring, and for the return of Robo Fizz! Baby boy only got a few minutes of screen time, but is currently my favorite character.

Repo episode of rescuing the IMP van, probably resulting in overall team building and character development. I really want to see Loona tear a new one into that *sshole-looking hellhound, though.

Pop star episode! Really excited to meet this new character, I wonder what her name is and how close I was XD Either Blitzø and Moxxie break into her recording studio to meet her, or she’s a client, but we’ll see!

Trapped on Earth/Run in with Earth authorities episode? That interrogation room didn’t exactly look Hellish, and they obvious meet some kind of resistance while on Earth that looked like it was gonna get messy...

Stolas episode! Please please please be flashback and story, I loved Loo Loo Land but really want some more lore and development on his character and maybe relationship with Blitzø. Bird obviously needs to work through some things, and I really want to watch him grow, ever since I saw him struggle to tell Octavia why he was cheating. Him stuttering and ultimately being unable to find a reason why really hit home, and I’m glad it was something they included since in media, it’s always ‘Well, she’s really ugly’ or ‘I don’t love him anymore’. He still has feelings for his wife, but wanted to f*ck Blitzø too.

Even without the trailer, we do know that we’re getting episodes focusing on CHERUB and a Harvest Moon festival, but still. There’s so much content Vivzie and Co have been working hard to make, and I can’t wait to see what they have in store for us. Dark comedy aside, there’s so much story they can make just around these four characters, following their growth and happenings around Hell. It’s such a cool premise and one that hasn’t been washed and worn so many times, like cop or murder shows, and I can see this going on for quite a bit.

Well, here’s to an exciting 2021! Thank you for all your hard work, Vivizepop, keep it up!

#helluva boss #season 1 trailer #blitzø #moxxie #millie #loona #stolas #helluvaboss #vivziepop #hazbin hotel

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starlightsearches · 3 years ago

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B, K, M ☺️

Irma my love!! Thank you for asking 😘

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

There's a couple I wish were based on personal experience 😫 but no, not really. I wouldn't call myself a romantic in real life, so my experience with relationships is pretty limited. Honestly, though, that's fine with me 😌

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Woof, so I'd never write it because I'm not a fan of pregnancy in fic (I just feel like it can be kind of alienating, no judgement if it's something you like), but I did think about the story line for a sequel to Office Romance where, during the plot of TFA, the reader finds out that she's pregnant and escapes the Order without telling Hux/Kylo the reason they ran.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

Ooooh, right now I'm working on something a bit different (at least for me, lol)! It's an academy oneshot with Hux where he protects the reader from an attack. Very "touch her and I'll kill you vibes" I hope!

Sneak peek below the cut if you're interested 👀 (TW blood/injury)

🔤 fanfic alphabet

The sting echoes through your forehead as he brushes the pad of his thumb over the petaled break in your skin, his other fingers just grazing your hair. It'd be too easy for him to end your life right now, all the vulnerable parts of you wide open.

His thumb re-enters your field of vision, glistening with red. He eyes it curiously, and you're about to speak before he pops it between his lips, laving the skin with his tongue.

#asks #ask games #irma tag 💖#star answers #sneak peek #fanfic alphabet

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago

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lmao i was gonna get suuuuuuper mad at kabir for being in her room but then he’s like:

“hi.”

....................... and i instantly snorted happily. vishal is realllllllllly just so likable that i just can’t with him anymore. i love when adorable marshmallows like him and shrenu play evil. you just cannot fucking hate them!

blah blah humaara kamra, mera kamra nonsense.

shaadi ka joda gift. with that tackyyyyyyyyyyyyassss KABIR KI RIDDHIMA written on it. main marr jaooon par kabhi bhi aisa kuch na pehnoon, no matter how much i love the guy.

“kuch hi derr mein tum VANSH ki riddhima se, KABIR ki riddhima ho jaogi.” coz even in 2020, women are nothing but chattel to be passed on from one man to another.

riddhima is thinking fat chance, bitch.

telling him she’ll never wear red for him, coz “laal pyaar ka rang hota hai, aur main sirf ek insaan se pyaar karti hoon, aur woh hai vansh.”

“toh yeh bhi vansh ke paise se hi liya hai.” lmaooooooooo

ghani beizzati by saying she’s already bought a joda for herself, a white one. which honestly looks muchhhhhhhhhh nicer than the red one acc. to me but ok.

vansh checking his account balance and seeing that there’s charges for two wholeass designer jodas bought for a shaadi that’s not even gonna happen:

anyway kabir’s like ok who cares, colour doesn’t matter, shaadi toh tumhari honi hai mujhse blah blah.

kabir doesn’t like mandap setup. coz all white. and apparently aryan was in charge of it? coz he’s getting dragged by the collar for it.

good. i don’t feel any sympathy.

ishani is like dekh liya nateeeja iss loserrrrrrrr ki khushaamad karne ka? when has vansh ever treated you like this no matter how mad he’s gotten at you? he always protected you.

behen kyun bhains ke aage been bajaa rahi ho? yeh manhoos baaz nahi aana.

ishani flounced away and aryan’s now vowing revenge against kabir. abbe yaar, tera list toh kabhi khata hi nahi hota.

why the fuck are these ppl soooooooooo dressed up for a wedding they don’t even want to participate in? itna toh main apni genuine shaadi ke liye naa sajjjjjjoon.

suddenly ishani is allllll about bado ka sammaaan and parampara, pratishthaaaaa, anushaasan and all. lmao ok?????

tod di choodi uski kalaayi par. jaisa bhai, waisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hi behen.

shaadi mubarak indeed. lol.

riddhima’s calling vihaan and freakingout ki woh paise leke bhaag gaya. you are so fucking stupid sis, why would you give him that much fucking money BEFORE HE EVEN SHOWED THE FUCK UP??????????

“tum thodi weird nahi ho????” bhai obvious sawaal naa pooch.

anyway he’s like calm yo tits, untwist your panties, i’ll get there on time.

kabir instead of fixing his maatam waala mandap is back skulking around vihaan’s container box house. ladki ko shaadi karni bhi nahi hai and she’s sitting there ready from 3 hours before, aur yeh, jissko shaadi ki utaavli chadhi thi, is out doing randomassssss jasoosi, coz that’s the priority rn. sounds legit.

VIHAAN THE DUMBASS TOOK OFF THE CCTV CAMERA AND PACKED IT. GOD YOU’RE ALLLLLLLLLLL FUCKING AQAL KE DUSHMAN IN THIS SHOW.

kabir sneaking in with gunnnnnnn.

how the fuck am i supposed to take him seriously with these bachchon waale sports shoes?!!?!?!? GIVE THE MAN HIS COMBAT BOOTS BACK SO HELP ME GODDDDDD

he’s peeking in the door and making some threatening statements about oh ho yeh hai tumhara plan, main sab khatammmmm kar doonga and all, but we never see wtf he’s looking at and this show is fulllllllllllll of red herrings, so........ idc.

riddhima putting on previous mangalsutra for this wedding and..... guts toh hai bandi main. badiii dheent hai.

mummy coming and saying blah blah usse utaar do this is your new mangalsutra and lmaoooooooooooooo

this is the tackiest fucking shit i’ve ever seen in my life. what’s with their obsession of putting their name on everything!?!!!?!!? what are you, an eight grader?!?!!?!?

anyway, bored with this ainvayi ki dhamki waala scene, fwding.

blah blah 2 ghante mein kaunsa chamatkaar hona hai and all......... WHY ARE YOU PPL SO DAMN OVERCONFIDENT????

meanwhile kabir is back and now harassing dadi. KISI KO TOH AKELA CHOD DE.

actually, lmao, i’d love to see him go try this shit on ishani and angre. it would be fucking glooooooooooorious lololololol.

anyway, he wants dadi’s aashirwaad in the form of vansh’s saafa (pagdi/turban). ABBE YAAAAAAAAAAR. USKE UNDERWEAR DRAWER SE JAAKE USKI CHADDI BHI LEKE PEHEN. ITNAAAAAAAAA WANNABE VILLAIN MAINE AAJ TAK NAHI DEKHA. HADHHHHHHH HAI.

chikni chupdi baatein ki i’m just trying to be the son vansh was to this house. if i wear his saafa, it’s like uski aashirwaad aur duaein meri saath hongi.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PICTURE VANSH’S FACE IS LITERALLY LIKE

anyway dadi is like really really fucking hurt by this and my god i wanna fucking murder kabir.

she’s literally telling him to pick anything else, it’s vansh’s nishaani and he’s like aap sab ke paas koi na koi nishaani hai, mere paas apne bhai ki koiiiiiiiii nishaani nahi hai blah blah and oh my god, this is truly the most villainous thing kabir has done, being thisssssss fucking emotionally manipulative. the absolute fuckkkkkkkk.

ugh anyway long story short. baandh diya dadi ne ukso saafa. bloody nonsense.

poor dadi phoot phoot ki ro rahi hai ki she’s losing vansh bit by bit. awwwww man it’s genuinely heartbreaking.

riddhima has witnessed this and is about to fuckkkkkk shit up lolll.

lmaoooooooooooo dayum.

wtf is your problem, i’m marrying you, why are you torturing the fam like this blah blah. kabir like physical, emotional, moral sabbbbbbbbbbb tarah se tod ke rakh doonga inn sabko and ugh god i just really fucking hate him.

but damn he just looks really good in this sherwani and hair all mussed up.

anyway he’s doing some real messed-up, genocidal dictator kinda talk and phew. is just askinggggggggg to be murdered.

and then lmao he abruptly switched to “bohut khoobsurat lag rahi ho tum; time kya ho raha hai???? ooooooh ek ghanta baaki hai.” and i legittttttt lol’d at the way he delivered it. I HATE VISHAL FOR NOT LETTING ME HATE KABIR IN PEACEEEEEEEEE.

riddhima panic-calling vihaan, wants to go check on him. mummy ne pakad liya, room mein badh kar diya coz K told her to handle riddhima’s bhagodi dulhan ways.

great. riddhima’s having a breakdown.

motivational call from the choti sarrdaarni. she kinda just looks like a tall baby shivangi joshi had with aditi dev sharma????

le, doosre show waale heroine ko bhi pata hai kabir kameena hai, iss show mein 3 episode pehle pata chala issko.

ok is the choti sarrdaarni delusional and having a make-believe phone call with the protagonist of her favt tv show IMMJ, coz she knows waaaaay more details than even the people in this house know about the plot and what went down. she’s talking about how vansh aakhri pal tak ladta raha and riddhima’s like huh, news to me, i just got there in time to see him spout some ghatiya shayari and then throw himself off a cliff.

anyway riddhima seems to have gotten strength from this deranged phone call, so............. good for her, i guess.

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28.11.20

next ep just abruptly started with kabir and mummy in riddhima’s room threatening her and i just.......... dude, whatever. i’m just gonna skim through this ep coz i know it’s just filler shit till literally the last 1 minute.

OK HE’S MANHANDLING HER AGAIN AND FUCKKKKKKKKKKK

dang helly looked evennnnnnnn younger in the first eps. legit baby face. at least now they’ve aged her up a lil with the makeup and styling.

he’s saying don’t bother waiting, no one is gonna come. OH BOY. VIHAAN ARE YOU OK????? ARE YOU OK??????? ARE YOU OK VIHAAN?!?!?!?!?

cue riddhima’s panic attack.

lmao kabir telling mummy ki iss shaadi mein ab koi speedbreaker nahi hai lol. heavy foreshadowing that ab se everything that can go wrong is definitely gonna go wrong.

suddenly at the speed of light kabir is back at the container home in his sherwani and saafa and holding vihaan at gunpoint????

oh. sapna tha riddhima ka. ouff. this stupid show has tooooo fucking many dream sequences.

someone give this bitch a klonopin coz watching her is making my anxiety shoot up.

mummy comes into room 2 min later and sees riddhima sleeping ghoongattttt and all. SURE. NOT SUS AT ALL THAT A BRIDE DYING OF ANXIETY WOULD TAKE A NAP 30 MIN BEFORE THE CEREMONY IN FULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OUTFIT. TOTALLY A THING THAT HAPPENS.

DUDE SHE PULLED A NURSE WAALI HARKAT AGAIN. LMAOOOOOOOOO. KISKO SULAAAAAKE AAYI HAI TU, AAFAT?!?!?!!?

askdjasldkjlsakdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskjdlkas. ALSO THE FACT THAT MUMMY RECOGNIZED HER FROM HER PRESS ON NAILS. LMAOOOOOOOOOO I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS SHOW.

LMAO RIDDHIMA YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

lol mummy has to call and give bad news to kabir. and i am sad we didn’t get to see his volcanic reaction, which no doubt would have been epicccccccccccc.

10 MINUTES TO THE CEREMONY. VR MANSION IS 20 MIN AWAY FROM THE CONTAINER HOUSE (AS STATED BY V BEFORE) AND THIS SIS IS...........

RE DEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

she finally got in and the whole place is empty. he practically lives in a storage unit, you telling me he went and moved his stuff to a whole different storage unit?????

new freakout within the pre-existing panic attack: kabir ne vihaan ko saaf kar diya ya vihaan paise leke bhaag gaya??

cut to fb: riddhima asking V all earnestly ki tum dhoka toh nahi doge na????

HIS ASS ACTUALLY SAID, LEMME TELL YOU A FACT ABOUT ME: I LOVE MY MOM. I SWEAR ON HER I WON’T BETRAY YOU.

AND SHE STILL DIDN’T GET THAT HE’S VANSH. MY GODDDDDDDD.

she’s like nope vihaan gave mummy promise so he won’t give dhoka. ah yes, the most sacred and inviolable of promises.

toh bacha alternative ki kabir has vihaan. 4th simultaneous panic attack in a panic attack. someone sedate this bitch.

aaaaaaaaaand kabir has sent a video of a bomb in VR mansion below the mandap. great.

and now he’s calling to say ki get your ass back home or imma scramble these eggheads called the raisinghanias.

lmao the bomb is counting forwards instead of backwards????

mummy saying MY BETA SMAAAAAARTEST. haan, tha..... kisi zamaane mein. ab nihaayati bewakoof ho gaya hai.

lmao kabir accosted a passing by angre and is like you need to be loyal to me as you were to vansh and lol angre’s like saaf saaf shabdon mein, fuckkkkkkk off.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KABIR WENT TO HURL THE NAARIYAL AT ANGRE’S RETREATING HEAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAN HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM HE’S SO FUCKING HILARIOUS

lmao he goes to phodofy naariyal and:

abhi bappa ko huullllllllll de raha hai. overconfidence ki hadh toh dekho.

riddhima is back and hunting for the bomb and kabir comes bouncing the fake bomb around and she’s legit like TUMNE MUJHSE JHOOOOOT BOLA?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!? lol bitch, seriously???? because he’s been the paragon of truth and virtue up until this moment??????

“apna hulia sudhaar ke aao. 5 min mein mrs. kabir banne waali ho. thoda standard toh match karo.” lmaooooo the sasss and disdaaaaaain he said that withhhhhh. boy knows he’s looking damn good today.

anyway blah blah shaadi has started. dadi is sad af. to the point where ishani is looking really concerned. i really love this soft ishani.

“kaash samay ka paiyya ulta ghoom jaaye aur mera vansh wapis aa jaaye mere paas.”

dadi, shoulda asked for world peace instead. just the one wish you had and you wasted it on getting your hellion pota back.

some more in-room threatening of riddhima by mummy. while riddhima is throwing out last minute prayers to bappa and vihaan ki bas just do something and stop this whole shitshow.

vihaan ka toh pata nahi, the shady fuck, but bappa like:

i gotchu girl.

bhaari bhaari flashback waali walk down the stairs.

HE EVEN SAID THE MAA LINE AS VIHAAN IN THE VANSH VOICE. SHE GOTTA BE SOOOOO FUCKING STUPID MY GODDDDDDD.

ouffffff so much time wasteeeeeeeeeee.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand....................

watch that he was wearing while falling off the cliff? ✅✅✅

wedding ring that was not found on the dead body????? ✅✅✅

“YEH SHAADI NAHI HO SAKTI” booooooooming across the whole damn neighbourhood in the fakest deep voice everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr???? ✅✅✅

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precap:

haan yeh sab toh theek hai.............. 😕😕😕

par asli sexxxxxxxxx waali chemistry idhar hai!!!!!!!! UNFFFFFF. 🤩🤩🤩

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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J2. who makes them happy? K3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? R1. do they follow rules?

J2. who makes them happy? CKS: “Making me bring out th’ list aren’t ye...” He’d sigh before bringing out a literal scroll from his pocket of every person he’s ever encountered. “Strap in we’ll be here for a Summer.* A clear of his throat began before formulating his uncanny pitch . “Guy #1 who let me rail his wife whether he was influenced or not. Guy #2 who let me steal his Chocobo without his knowledge.” The list went on and on and on like that for many bells. Finally, he’d get to the people who he actually knew their names and actually surpassed just mentioning them by also their ‘wearing and appearance.’ “There’s ye of course Nini! Then there’s Naviah, Lady of Lavender, Sivir, Ayla, Masao, Shinji, Saya, Yuina, Bryte, Mishi, Seiwind, Pheli, Tempest, Sparrow, Faye.” A couple more bells passed without him relenting and stopping. “There’s Subetei, there’s Neyuki, Rose, Cheche, Endora, Fray, Verrine! Sol, Gark, Haelgeim, Roxi, Yuki, Shur, Silvana, A’yi, Kya, Little Abby, Kahn’a, Sun’ra.” He’d finally take his first-breath and then exhaled, “Veleda, Yvaine, Ufah, Valde, Eligos, Sol, Shiro, Fusumi, Sha, Chanai, Zhu, Sashana, Crowie, Cinna. ” No one was left out in expense. Every single person was recorded and written he’d even elaborately briefly put the summary of how they encountered in various situations. It eventually got so bad he’d eventually being reciting them without any scroll because the parchment didn’t go that far. He had literally collected them all closely to himself every piece they offered and he also once gave them for the shortest memory and tracing. “All these. They’ve given me once happiness. Every last one of em’ no matter how small, how faint. It’s meeting and encountering. Whether they scarred me, they’ve almost killed me, they left their prints on me, n’ fondness or anger. They are what it means t’ LIVE. And I’m leaving out so many more... There’s still more to meet and encounter! That’s what it mean’s to be treasured by a pirate! Ye aren’t ever forgotten or thoughtless or least this is my code.” OOC: I’m probably personally missing some people but that’s a fault OOC, not an IC thing. I’ve eventually got to make a for-real list and go through all my archives. But yeah. This is sorta yet a glimpse or sneak-peek of what his real-ability and power stand as and when the story narrative gets to it. It’ll be more impactful and expansive. Though we’d literally be writing 300000+ stuff in one ask if I continued, which it no prob, it’s whatever and easy. But we’ll save it when I can give it polish in properly meaning. K3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? CKS: “There’s no killing that isn’t ever without its punishment. Ye eventually are succumbed to pay fer it sooner or later. Whether a consciousness allows it, or something finds it. Doesn’t matter how hardened or emotionless intact ye may b’ if kill the wrong individual, it’ll have repercussions. However... Let’s assume I had this ‘magic solution’ without any ramifications and punishments, without any pain without any say or words. Where pain wasn’t an issue... Th’ person I choose is.” He’d bring his index finger out as if thinking and brainstorming before drawing it languidly to his own-face. “Myself.” May’ve sounded like a joke or him distastefully messing around but his tone and delivery weren’t without any delay. “If I could kill someone. As dark, as strange, emotionally, it sounds, it’d b’ me. Luckily. I don’t have yer power and that doesn’t exist. Think about what’d that’d mean? Who’d that affect? The people who’ve sacrificed and paved and cost risked, their lives, they left me with only scars, they’ve stitched me together even when I threw myself into hell-pit dens changing thing’s larger than life when I tried my mightiest to take an easy-outing.” “How fair would that be? Who the hell am I to call it to quit? There’s many people I’ve wronged. I’ve harmed, It won’t be the last. It’s their right to one day find me and exterminate me. But depending on the situation, I won’t lay down either. Because that implies, I’m not factoring the others who’ve came and paid the way to form me. All the tolls paid. The costs they’ve built me. I was more broken before than can be accounted for or attributed too. I’m a Seeker this is a fact. I find treasures. But -- people like ye, you’ve found me. I’m against myself, I’m an enemy in the cruelest parts and corners of myself. Though not all parts of me are this way. Another side of me watches and if I fall. It’ll know and If that comes out, that part. It’d still bring misery fer I’ve lost and abandoned all principals all morals and accepted becoming hollow. Death isn’t a type of freedom we should get t’ dictate for ourselves the one of only of ours in possessions that shouldn’t be ours. I sorta ov’ agree th’ obsidian scales in their warrior-like ways, they’ll fight n’ die until combat or battle takes them and then even still that doesn’t spell their end. Since I encountered and seen literal miracles happen with them that breaks all normality functions, I’ve met people only ye could fathom!” “I’ll die fer sure. I’m a’ make it happen with a contest and a slew of challenges if I can’t help it! I end after I’ve been bested n’ a lay, or t’ a slay. One-day someone’s going t’ strike true and when that time finally happens. I’ll b’ ready like my Captain prepared me for. T’ live to point ye can smile at yer death. Considering though at this rate all those that are counting on me to get t’ shores. T’ provide pleasures, to fulfill our quests, to solve our pacts, I’ve got a steep load to supply. In the event, I die without being able to issue anything I just mentioned, I’ve already won still. Cause to be the truth, I’m already smiling!” “Always.” OOC: His psychology is deeply a labyrinth of underline insanity and distortions, there’s no logic. No sense. No rhyme. It’s part of fabric and existence bent and warped and destroyed, repaired, destroyed, over and over because of mistreatment, neglect, and the most misfortune event of acquiring unintended something ancient that destroyed halve his soul. Inside him is already a place wicked enough for him when he tries to sleep. That is where his Tormented Planes exist because of these strange circumstances. Nightmares and mental anguish, fortitude, these are things that demolish him. But in living? When he’s awake. It’s all child-play. He’ll go out everything living to the fullest and if he’s trying to get some rest. That’s where all the vices come from. He can re-balance it all out by exhausting himself past nightmares and dreams. To a limited degree, he’s become somewhat a scuffed immortal almost practically a cursed one. He’s not invincible though. So he can’t stop inevitable turning events to change and dictate a stoppage of his life but his willpower has become its own entities the fractures between spirits, souls, mind everything that indifference's the comparison to ‘whole’ is like a mirror being shattered into many pieces of glass. With the right circumstance, advisory, conviction and truth behind a killing blow, eventually one of them will encounter all the plights and if they do it, they’d just learn. It was better off letting him live. He’s in more anguish and pain by this method. Though he’s not aware though just the levels of how easy it would be to kill him or what can do it cause he’s still receiving injuries and wounds like anything averagely would. Eventually, he’ll stumble probably against the wrong hole and it’ll be as they say, GG. ---But it has to happen organically and creatively with integrity without any odd attachment behind it. As this is a character literally who started off me trying to murder him in the beginning but for all six years other characters have invalidated those advances and together made complexity in evolution and progression with him and since he’s so brazenly open and free has become able to adapt with others to keep him aflame. I literally at this point he’s writing himself, I’m sort of just reading alongside you the next stupid or equally pro-founding stuff he says and does. R1. do they follow rules? CKS: He’d not even retort right away just laughing and cracking a rib.“...Sure.” He’d make an evident lie about it. OOC: This one is easy. He doesn’t follow any rules, ever. Humoring it sometimes maybe he’ll wear a shirt or something for a wedding for someone meaningful to him but depending on the levels of the rule of severity it’s taken and presented he’ll act minimum as possible or outright just piss on it.. Literally. ((Thanks for the ask @under-the-blood-moonlight I appreciate it. Lot of these questions would’ve been a lot less detailed and wordy if wasn’t for the established connection of who possibly and potentially could’ve asked this. Assuming IC she’d ask any of these. <3 <3 <3 Hope you’re well beauty. Shout out to a lot of the mentions. I disservice and downplay a lot of his reactions and abilities as a character, but eventually, slowly the mun is getting better and caught up to his level-sake.

#Answered for the Answers.#Under-the-blood-moonlight #<3

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Episode Review: ‘BMO’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 1)

Airdate: June 25, 2020

Story by: Anthony Burch, Adam Muto, Hanna K. Nyström, Jack Pendarvis, and Kate Tsang

Storyboarded by: Hanna K Nyström, Iggy Craig, Laura Knetzger, Anna Syvertsson, & Adam Muto

Directed by: Miki Brewster (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)

I just watched a new episode of Adventure Time...

That, dear readers, is a sentence that—after the airing of “Come Along with Me”—I never thought I’d get to write again! And believe me, it feels great to be proved wrong in this instance.

In October of last year, we were all treated to the news that four new Adventure Time specials—collectively identified as Distant Lands—would be airing in the next year or so. For months, the Adventure Time fandom has waited with bated breath for these specials to drop. Would these episodes be good? Would they live up to the series that came before? Would they undo the emotional satisfaction of the Adventure Time finale? These were the questions. And now, the first special—entitled “BMO”—is here. Does it live up to expectations, proving that Adventure Time always bounces back? Or is it toast-bread for sure? Read on to hear my thoughts!

Beginning in media res, "BMO" opens with the titular character on its way to Mars to terraform Mars. After running into an errant service droid named Olive, BMO is transported to a fantastical space station known as the "Drift." It is here that BMO becomes acquainted with a humanoid rabbit named Y5, and together, the two help reveal the insidious plotting of the station's capitalist overlord, Hugo, and his henchman Mr. M (who, it must be noted, is almost certainly Finn’s father, Martin, up to one of his many schemes). After much mayhem, hilarity, and poignancy, the special ends with BMO traveling back to Earth and meeting up with Finn and Jake for the first time—revealing that this entire special was a prequel to the main series, explaining how BMO first met up with his good friends in Ooo.

The first thing I'd like to comment on is the fact that many of the show's former crew members returned to work on this special. In addition to Adam Muto (Adventure Time's hard-working executive producer), this special saw the return of: storyboard artists Hanna K Nyström, Laura Knetzger, and Anna Syvertsson; storyline writer Jack Pendarvis; character designers Andy Ristaino and Benjamin Anders; art director Sandra Lee; and composer Tim Kiefer. I was actually quite surprised (and delighted!) that so many of the show's old guard returned to help out. And while this special also saw several new creative voices helping out (including folks like former OK KO! storyboard artist Iggy Craig, former Steven Universe board artist Miki Brewster, and writer Kate Tsang), the overall product was recognizably Adventure Time. I must admit, this was my biggest worry going into Distant Lands; without folks like Tom Herpich, Kent Osborne, or Cole Sanchez, would this feel like the show I know and love? I’m happy to say that the answer is yes!

BMO really is in fine form in this episode—from their singing the "Potatoes (More Exciting Than Tomatoes)" ditty in space all the way to their hitching a ride to Earth on a space lard. (Indeed, the sheer number of humorous remarks the little robot gets makes me think that many of the shows writers were saving up goofy one-liners following the show’s cancellation, just in case.) I’m quite pleased with how the episode handled the character, and, in truth, somewhat relieved. Initially, I was worried whether the character would be able to coherently anchor an hour long special, given BMO’s unpredictable and somewhat unreliable nature (see: “Ketchup”). Would 45 minutes of BMO’s seemingly boundless goofiness work? Thankfully, the other characters in this special do an excellent job counterpoising the lovable robot’s more, shall we say, unorthodox personality features (Y5 perhaps said it best when she noted that BMO tends to “expend energy for no apparent purpose”). The end result feels remarkably balanced, with BMO’s chaotic, goofball energy complimenting the very real plight of the Drift’s residents.

Speaking of other characters, Y5 served as a workable straight man, whose half-heartedly pragmatic personality contrasts nicely with BMO’s boundless and wacky optimism. I must give the writers and producers credit: it was extremely risky for them to feature a brand new character as one of the main players (rather than one of the show’s many beloved side characters), but for the most part, they stuck the landing. I think much of this success is due to Y5’s voice actress, Glory Curda, whose performance really breathes live into the character, giving her an earnest believability. That said, the fast-paced nature of this special precluded me from developing the strongest emotional connection to the character, and as such, Y5′s “my parents don’t appreciate me” subplot did not resonate with me as strongly as, say, “It Came from the Nightosphere” did. (But then again, not every character can be Marceline!)

Strictly in terms of story structure, "BMO" is not exactly groundbreaking, and the special follows the standard "buddy movie" formula fairly closely (You know, the structure that goes: "Two individuals from different walks of life are forced to work together. Despite a rocky start, they begin to function as a team. Alas, they are split up, but reunite just in the nick of time to save the world"). But unlike Grace Z. Li of Vulture, who wrote that the special plays out "expectedly" and as such "is simply unimaginative in its structure," I cannot say that the standard plot structure torpedoes "BMO"—it simply gives the special a solid story frame that supports the characters while also providing an opportunity for the show to drop some timely social commentary.

Adventure Time has never been one to shy away from such commentary, but I do not know if it has ever been more overt than in “BMO.” As Alexander Sowa of CBR puts it, Hugo—the alien-human overlord of the Drift—is a “futurist reminiscent of Steve Jobs or Elon Musk” who long ago used a spaceship to escape Earth during the final days of the Mushroom War. After “biohacking” his DNA with the genetic material of the grey aliens who flit around the Oooniverse’s infinite cosmos, Hugo and his ilk founded an Amazon-esque empire in the Drift, inculcating its inhabitants with a love for rampant commercialism. As a villain, Hugo really is the wombo combo: a selfish capitalist hell-bent on stealing riches, colonizing new lands, exploiting conquered peoples, and then leaving when the situation looks bleak. It is not hard to see Hugo and his followers as stand-ins for the leaders of today, who refuse to acknowledge the reality of thinks like climate change or income inequality—problems that, if left unchecked, will lead to cataclysmic societal collapse. It is a bleak topic for Adventure Time to meditate on, but at least the episode ends on a positive note, with BMO's actions proving that with the right leader(s) and enough people working together, otherwise powerless individuals can topple oppressive regimes and begin to right the wrongs that have been made by the bourgeoisie (if you’ll allow me to invoke the ol’ Marxist term). Now, "BMO" admits that such reformation is one that will require many sacrifices, but nevertheless, the special does emphatically assert that it is possible. And in the hellscape that is 2020, this is a message of hope that so many need to hear.

In addition to social depth, there's quite a bit of existential nuance to this episode, too. Perhaps the most striking scene in the entire special is the scene wherein BMO is torn apart and—for all intents and purposes—dies. It is a chilling scene made all the more haunting by the return of BMO's rainbow personae (last seen in season seven's "The More You Moe, the Moe You Know"), who urge BMO to accept death ("Now your job is to be dead") and recognize that the robot has failed in its mission to be a true hero. (As pointed out to me on Reddit, the scene stylistically echoes an eerie bit of dialogue from Portal 2, wherein GLaDOS tells you: “I have a sort of black-box quick-save feature: In the event of a catastrophic failure, the last two minutes of my life are preserved for analysis. I was ... forced ... to relive you killing me. Again and again. Forever." Talk about horrific!) Thankfully—in the spirit of the hero's journey—BMO bounces back from the brink of oblivion, proving that even in the bleakest of moments, all of us can be heroes.

Or something like that.

All in all, “BMO” was an enjoyable romp that dropped us back into a magical world we all love. While I wouldn’t say that the special was mind-blowing, it succeeded in its mission of telling a new story in a new place, while focusing on a character whom Adventure Time fans care deeply about.

Here’s looking to “Obsidian!”

Mushroom War Evidence: When it comes to the Mushroom War mythos, this episode was full of a lot of little details. CGO’s monologue reveals that, indeed, Earth was ravage by numerous nuclear weapons; what is more, it seems that some sort of doomsday weapon vaporized part of the Earth, leaving that gaping scar in the planet that has for so long fascinated the show’s mythology-junkies. It is also explicitly state that Hugo and his ilk were humans who fled Earth during the Mushroom War to escape certain destruction.

Final Grade:

Also, while I have your attention: Book update! As some of you might already know, over the last year and a half, I’ve been working on a book all about the history and production of Adventure Time! It’s been an absolute blast, and I’ve been lucky enough to talk to quite a few of the folks who worked on the show (including people like Tom Herpich, Jack Pendarvis, Pat McHale, and Rebecca Sugar). I’m in the final stages of type-setting, and should hopefully have the book ready to go within the next few weeks. Here’s a sneak peek of cover (please ignore the faint InDesign lines; they won’t be in the finished product):

Originally, I was going to publish this work through McFarland and Company, but then Cartoon Network got all pissy (long story short: I reached out to Rebecca Sugar and Adam Muto, got in contact with both of ‘em, and asked some questions about Bubbline. Rebecca responded and and confirmed that Bubbline was intended to be canon when she boarded “What Was Missing” but structural homophobia prevented it from being explicitly declared as such. This revelation made CN PR reeeeeaaally uncomfortable and they threatened to sic the lawyers), so I’m now going to be publishing through the University of Kansas Libraries. The good news is that the work will be free to download, and easily accessible! Yay! That said, if you want a hard copy of the book, I’ll post details about that in a bit. Anyway, keep your eyes peeled!

#adventure time #atimers #distant lands #adventure time distant lands #bmo #hanna k. nyström #iggy craig #laura knetzger #anna syvertsson #adam muto #miki brewster #sandra lee

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gloriousprofessorhan · 4 years ago

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Locked

You’re locked in a building with EXO D.O!

(re-upload ‘Locked’, AFF, 2018)

You looked around and found the building is almost empty, only one last person beside you standing in front of a big glass door.

“The new security system seems good.” he said while you made your way towards him to look at the thing he was talking about. You’re the brand manager at one of most luxurious boutique in your city, the boutique takes place in the heart of the town and sell limited goods of luxury items. “You’re gonna stay in late?” your co-worker asked you.

You nodded, “year end report...”

“Good luck.” he playfully jabbed your shoulders, he’s the engineer of the building who is also your friend in college, so you kind of close with him, as friends, and he already have a lovely girlfriend. “if you feel threaten remember the CCTV that works is the one in west side, also remember the blind spots.”

“You guys haven’t repaired the east wing?” you know there’s some problems with the CCTV at the east wing which is facing the storage and part of the office. your co-worker shook his head, “this boutique sell many expensive items, your team should fix it soon!”

“I will, ma’am.” he often teasing you because you’re practically own the high position in this boutique.

You snickered before pushing him away, “go! spent this lovely Christmas eve with your girl.”

“Should I feel bad for you?” he asked.

“Yeah, you better feel bad for me because even the security decided to take leave today.” you rolled your eyes and he laughs. you stretched your arms after he left, peeking gently to the see the clock. 10.11 pm. your working hour ended 5 hours a go and you went home to take a shower, and prepared to stay at the office because you need to do your report.

This task could actually be done during the working hour if its not for the chaos happened to your department during the day. There’s a big fashion event and year end award event held in your city since three days ago, all fashionistas and celebrities need to be dressed up and the boutique where you work is one of the place who sell the bottomline of trendy yet luxurious items which makes all the stylist came and fight for a piece for their clients.

You walked around and checked every corner of the store, the window display, you nod in satisfaction for the work of your visual merchandising team. then you went to the jewellery section, admiring the new pieces of Tiffanys and Franks. you move to the shoes and bags section. silently loving the silence.

You went to the back where there’s a small coffeeshop in the middle of beautiful indoor garden full of flowers and tropical plants, this coffeeshop is free of charge for client to wait for their shopping bags. you made yourself a cup of coffee while scanning the cool chiller which have mini cakes, scones, and pastries. This boutique is surely a wonderful place.

Suddenly you hear something rustling.

You froze on you place and sharpened your ear.

Krssk.

Is it a rat? no, impossible. you knew the cleaning team here is more than professional to let one little mice sneaking around the building.

Krsskk.

You started to feel scared. is it a ghost? nah. You don’t believe in them.

“W-who’s there?” you tried to sounds fine. You hands are looking for something you can use as a weapon. “WHO”S THERE???”

suddenly the wall storage--storage which seamless on a wall--door is open and a man came out. You gasped and he looked surprised too.

“DO NOT MOVE!!” you shouted at him. “I have a knife in my hand!” you showed him your hand.

His big round eyes turn his gaze towards your hand and looking at the knife you brought, “but that’s a plastic knife...” he said in a funny english.

“You never know what i can do with this.” you tried to sounds violent.

“Okay. i’m scared. now let me explain.” he said.

You scanned him from head to toe, and as someone who work for fashion world you know exactly what he wears. a good branded stuff... “YOU’RE A THIEF!!”

“What??” he scrunched his eyes.

“Take off your clothes!!”

“WHAT???” he raised his voice.

“You heard me! you’re a thief! you took ‘em all from here!!”

“This??” he pointed at himself, “This is my clothes!!”

You paused. well, those clothes for sure are branded and his t-shirt was limited, but you knew it was from the last season, not the latest, your boutique doesn’t have them anymore. but still why would someone who wear such a nice clothes is sneaking around an empty store.

You suddenly ran to a corner to a button which only staff would know. A new security system that had been installed just now. you pushed it and the loud sound of machine working and clicking locking all the doors. “HA! NOW YOU’RE TRAPPED HERE, THIEF!!!”

The guy raised his eyebrows, “yeah, with you.”

oh shit.

You scoffed, trying to sounds relax, “nope, i know how to escape. i work here. so, i know.”

“No, you don’t” he chuckled.

You didn’t say anything but you still have the plastic knife in front of you, pointing at him.

“Would you let me explain now?” he asked.

You have no choice but to slightly nod.

“This might sounds crazy, but-uhm-I’m a celebrity who ran away from fans and ended up hiding behind those wall storage.” he explained.

You’re trying to look for any sane information there, “you’re a what?” you chuckles, bitterly chuckling.

“I’m not lying.”

“Pfft...hahaha...hahahaha...” you laughs, half mocking.

“Google me.”

“Hahahah... hahahaha... a celebrity who ran away from fans? if your fans is that many, why you’re walking alone?” you asked, “sir, i saw many celebrities come and go in this store, and if they’r really famous, they will walk around with a manager, one or two bodyguards... hahaha... you cannot fool me, sir.”

“Seriously, google me.”

You have no choice, you fished your cellphone from the back of your jeans and still with high caution, you open google app, “what’s your name.”

“Doh Kyungsoo.”

You lift your head to him, “huh??”

“Exo D.O” he said, “letter D, dot, letter O”

You typed EXO D.O and articles and images starts flowing in. Still very cautious, you click images and trying to match the face. the guy took off his hat and showed you his face and hair.

Okay, they looked the same. but you still need more proof. “D.O, when is your birthday?”

“January 12, 1993, come on, that’s too easy. go search D.O mole, or beauty spot. something other people can’t copy.”

You squints your eyes but searched what he asked.

“Here.” he turned a bit and pointing at some places behind his ears, “are we good now?”

You raised one of your eyebrows, “why are you here?”

“i told you i was running away from fans... okay okay, let me explain to you from the start.” he took a deep breathe, “i am D.O from EXO, i don’t know if you knew about EXO or not, but we’re kind of biggest K-pop boyband right now.”

“Really?” your voice doesn't shows that you're convinced.

He nodded, “and i came here for the award ceremony yesterday, and tomorrow we’re going back to Seoul. this afternoon i thought i’m just gonna stay at he hotel but, i suddenly feel like shop some new clothes.” he explains, “and about the manager or bodyguard, yeah, i supposedly go with them... but, my hotel is very near and i think being in disguise would be enough because you know, bodyguards draw more attention...”

You can understand what he meant, so you nodded.

“But, i met some fans outside the hotel and they recognised me. I ran and i saw this store, i know this store because it’s quite famous, so i get in, hoping the security would stop them, but i was wrong, they were able to follow me in. Then i found the storage, i get in, and stayed there.”

“Until now? i mean, how long you’ve been there??”

“I don’t know...” you saw a pink blush on his cheek, "running exhaust me... i kind of... fell asleep...”

You cursed yourself for find it adorable.

"Can you now put down the plastic weapon?" he asked, but you won't let your guard down, so you moved it down a bit but you still glaring at him. “So...” he said, “are we good now?”

You slowly nodded.

“Can you unlock the door now?” And that got you frozen, and he seems to realised that, “don’t say that...”

“W-well they just renew the security system here, and I,I,” you clear your throat, “I’m still figuring out how to-”

“Are you out of your mind??” he widens his eyes, “if i was really a thief, why would you mindlessly locking yourself with a criminal??”

You feel something strangely bubbling in your heart because he looked genuinely worried behind his high pitched voice, “I... uh...”

He shook his head in disbelief, “you’re unbelievable.”

“Don’t worry, okay, I’ll ask my engineer.” you took your cellphone and trying to call your friend. No answer. You’re looking at the small clock in the corner of your phone screen. 10.53 pm. there’s no way he’s asleep, “wait...” you texted him and waiting. “Should we, uh, call the police?”

“And tell them what?” he asked, “tell them that a celebrity is locked with you here because you think he’s a thief?”

“Maybe...”

“That’s not a good idea... let alone the fact my fans are gonna find out.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“If they knew you’re accusing me for something i didn’t do... i’m sure you’re not gonna like what they’re gonna do to you.” he sighs.

“Okay, okay, I really have no idea why your fans sounds more like an evil step mother, but okay, let’s just wait.” you sat on a chair and open your laptop, “meanwhile, i gotta work.”

he sat on the other table, looking around, “oh shit, is that a CCTV?”

you lift your head, “yeah, never saw one?”

“No, i mean, how you gonna explain this?” he pointed at himself and you.

You freeze like a deer meeting a lion. “Oh my... oh!” you suddenly shouts, “this is a secret but the CCTV in east wing is broken.”

“Broken??” he sounds about to say another ‘unbelievable’.

“Yeah, yeah, i know, but they’re gonna fix it soon.” you said, “let’s see the boon, you’re not caught locked here with me.” you fixed your eyes on the screen again while praying your friend reply the text soon.

But it was almost half an hour and your phone didn’t get any messages.

“Damn it! where is he??” you checked your phone for the third times, you pressed call again and he still didn’t pick it up for you.

“Ah.” you heard Kyungsoo whining and you saw him hold his stomach.

“You okay?”

“I’m just... hungry.”

You hold your laughter, “just take any cakes, whatever.”

He looked around, and rose from his eat to look over the chiller, “scones... can i have one?”

You briefly nodded, “make yourself coffee or any drinks if you want.”

He was making himself busy behind the counter while you continue working, and after another hour you wrapped up one report and about to move to another report when Kyungsoo called you.

“Hey.”

You turned your head.

“I didn’t know your name.” he said.

“Oh,” you said your name and he repeated it for you. Unknowingly you smiled.

“You want to order something ma’am?” he playfully asked you, “it’s kinda rude when you just sit in my coffeeshop, working, without ordering anything.”

And you decided to play along, you rose from your seat and went to the counter, “hmm... Can I have one...” you’re looking at the menu, “caramel macchiato.”

“We... uhm, we don’t have that at the moment.”

You raised your eyebrows, “why?”

“Because...” he clears his throat, “i can’t make that! you should be considerate to this not-so-expert barista.”

“Okay...” you put your finger on your chin, “cappuccino.”

“We... also don’t have that at the moment.”

“What?” you scoffed, “then what do you sell?”

“Iced americano.”

“I can’t drink black coffee.”

“Hmm...” he’s humming, “cafe latte?”

“Can you make that?”

“I just have to pour the milk on top of espresso, right?” he made a whispering gesture, and then he laughs, and his heart shaped lips captured your heart.

You spent the next minutes having conversation with him while he’s making the drinks. He asked you about your work, why you like fashion. You told him about the chaotic whenever there’s an award shows, or fashion shows, when all the stylist fighting for a piece of limited edition goods. And he told you about the situation in an award shows, where most celebrities are either bored or sleepy from long haul but they have to appear super fresh and happy.

“But of course not everyone is like that, some of us are actually excited to see other groups performance,” he said, “it’s rare for us.” he pour the milk after the espresso and ice, and slide it on the table for you to take.

You took it and stir it before sipping it.

“How’s it?” he sat across you on the table.

“I’ve taste worse.” you joked.

He laughs, “you remind me of my member who also can’t drink black coffee.”

“Member?”

“Uh, band mate, we called it member.” he said.

“So, you’re the vocalist? or?”

“No, no, i’m not in the band, it’s a boyband.” he said, “don’t tell me you never heard one.”

“Oh, i know that.” you playfully winked, “i was just joking, because you clearly told me that your band was the biggest boyband now?”

he smirks, “i’m telling you the fact.”

“So tell me about this band mate, i mean, member who can’t drink black coffee.”

“His name is Kai, he’s like a baby, but the babiest is Sehun. he’s the youngest and he really act like one.” he stirs his iced americano.

“So, it’s boyband or a daycare? why there are so many babies?”

Kyungsoo laughs, “smart!” he said while his gaze linger to study your face features.

“Tell me your band again? is it XO?”

He was a bit startled when you turned to him and caught him staring at you. “E-X-O.” he spelled it, then he pull his chair closer to you, “that one,” he pointed a picture and you click it and the bigger picture appear, “That’s Kai in the middle, and that’s Sehun, the tall one on the left side.”

“He’s so handsome.”

“Yup, he’s like the visual of the group.”

“Visual?”

“Face of the group. the most handsome.” he explains.

“What about you?”

“Well, i’m just... the ordinary guy in the group.”

“I don’t believe you.” you search for his name again and his profile appear, “awards for movies and drama?” you read an article called ‘things that makes you in love with D.O.’. “Super talented, voice of a true singer, great dancer, really?”

“No, no, Kai and Sehun is the dancer... i’m just a vocalist.”

“Sing for me!”

Kyungsoo a little startled.

“Come on.”

“I don’t know what to sing.”

“Just whatever.”

“Oh, never gonna let you go... Giving you my heart and soul... I'll be right here with you for life... Oh, baby, all I wanna do... Is spend my every second with you... So look in my eyes... I'll be by your side... Yeah, look in my eyes... I'll be by your side... For life.” his eyes never left you, and you feel warm creeping up your face.

You’re stunned, his voice is so good, the echo in the building seems to compliment him well, and you blame on his soft voice that made you couldn’t stop looking at his lips. “wow... wow...” you’re clapping, you suddenly feel awkward because the guy sitting next to you is now became more and more attractive. “Now dance.”

He laughs at your assertive voice, “seriously?”

You nodded.

“Okay, no.” he sips his drink. then he lift his head, “or, i could just teach you how to dance.”

“Me? no, i’m so stiff.”

“Come on, be fun!” he pointed at your laptop, “go look for our music video and you decide which one you wanna learn.”

You wanted to rejecting him but when you saw Kyungsoo in a music video you accidentally clicked, where he was rolling his body, your lips betrayed your brain, “let’s practice this.”

He peeked on the screen, “The Eve?? no, no, that’d be too... provocative.”

“Chicken out?”

Kyungsoo staring at you, “try search Love Shot.” he said.

You typed the word and watch the video, and you mentally cursing when the member you remembered as the baby who can’t drink black coffee starts dancing, “this should be illegal, no?”

“And yet you were asking for me to dance the Eve.” Kyungsoo playfully rolled his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey, i think i have the costume!” you stood up excitedly because anything related to fashion excites you. “I’ll wear red suit like the middle dancer.”

“Kai.”

“Yeah, okay, Kai.” you said, “and you’re gonna be you. “Green turtle-neck, black suit...” you’re now busy taking some clothes from here and there while Kyungsoo is watching you.

“You’re very passionate about your work.” he murmured, and not sure if you heard him, but he continued, “I really like to se someone got immersed by their work... and you look pretty that way.”

You had some clothes on your hand, “what did you say?”

“Huh?” he paused, “you... need help?”

“Move your hand like this,” Kyungsoo stand in front of you facing the big mirror at the fitting room aisle, “and 3... 4... move you hips like this, move it using you leg, yup, that’s right.” he’s watching you through the mirror.

“See? i’m very stiff.”

“No you don’t, the clothes hides your moves but you’re actually doing great.”

“Maybe i should take off the shirt i wear, because Kai only wear the suit.” you nonchalantly murmured.

“What?”

You swore you saw a pink blushes on his face, and you want to see them more, so you mindlessly teased him, “What do you think? should i take off this shirt and wear only the suit?”

“Are you crazy? Kai’s a guy, he doesn’t have those...” he looked away.

“I’m wearing bra, for God sake, not gonna go naked in front of you, so relax!” you rolled your eyes.

Suddenly Kyungsoo turned his heel around and face you, “oh, is that so?”

You saw his gaze changed into something more... impassioned. He took just one... two... and a half steps towards you without breaking the gaze.

“You want me to help?” his voice is low, rasping but not hoarse. his hand reach a button of the suit and undo it, then it went to the button of your shirt, undoing it one by one from the upmost, “is this what you want?”

You were hypnotised, or you think you were because all you can do is just staring back at him and hold your breath.

your gaze move to his lips and when he lick his lips to moist it up, you couldn’t help yourself but licking your lips too, and the next thing you knew, you were leaning forward, asking him to kiss you. and he did.

His lips taste like marshmallow, it was soft and and pliant between yours, he caught your upper lips and suck it a little made you shivering, then he kissed you deeper, and leading you to the open mouthed kisses. Then he pulled himself away, and you grimacing the regret.

Regret that the kiss happened.

Or regret that the kiss ended?

You looked up and Kyungsoo is staring at you, then he leans down and meet your lips again, his fingers hooked under your chin just to keep you there. then he tilted his head, trying to get deeper access to your lips. you can’t help your hand from slipping on his hips, clutching it and pull him closer.

You hear a low grunts as he push you towards the wall and kiss you again, this time is more daring, because you sure you feel his tongue for the first time.

“Mhmm...” you moaned, and you feel like you have to return the favour so you nibbled his lower lips and Kyungsoo replied with a low grunt, the mixture of surprise and pleasure.

You and him were making out, and when you know it, all your shirt buttons are undone.

“Sneaky...” you whispers in his ear and you can feel he’s smirking on your neck then pull your hips closer to his, and creating this addictive friction between you and Kyungsoo down there. “Hmm... you’re hard.”

“Want to help me with that?” he whispers on your ear.

You and him knew the next thing happened is the desires take over, the hot kisses, the faint marks left on each others skin, how you impatiently undress him and how he throw the last piece of fabric on your body carelessly, it was all lust speaking.

Now you’re just a moaning mess, but you got the best view in the world, view of Kyungsoo above you, pumping you hard while biting his lips. Then he flips you, “on your four,” he said, he immediately entering you again without waiting and the pleasure of the new position brought heat pooling in your core.

“Oh shit.” you hitched.

“You close?” he asked between a harsh breathing.

“Ah, hm.” you could only replied with another moan, and another one.

He bent down just to squeeze your breasts and caught the nipples between his fingers, “wait a little longer...” he whispers and you saw his gaze right o you eyes through the mirror in front of you and you feel like cumming.

“Then stop being so sexy... or i’ll burst out in any second...” you replied and he chuckled.

“Have you ever seen yourself like this? huh?” is voice is low and husky, “you’re a damn hot mess...” he thrust you harder this time, letting you no space for breathing, just moaning.

“Ride me.” he said and after riding him and let him enjoying the view of your chest bouncing in front of his eyes, his back to the missionaries to end you both.

a long lustful moan heard from both you when you and Kyungsoo reach the peak.

You both lie down the wooden floor in the aisle of the fitting room with your head on his chest, the breathing is slower this time but the pound inside your chest is louder than ever.

“Do you listening my heart beat?” he suddenly asked.

“Uh-hmm...” you mumbled.

He chuckled then kissed the top of your head. “I really like you.”

You lift your head, “what makes you like me?”

“You didn’t treat me like a celebrity... you don’t care if i’m well-known... i like how you’re not worshiping famous people like me.” he said, “i feel like human...”

Something sting your chest, you knew this won’t last. he belongs to the other side of the world where thousands of people loves him. And you’re just... well, you.

“Will you forget what happened here?” you asked.

He took a moment before answering, “i would never able to, even if i want it...”

This was just a one night stand, and you’re no saint for never doing it before Kyungsoo, but this guy is different, not because he’s a celebrity, but the way he speaks, the way he’s staring at you, his little jokes, his heart shaped smile, his laughter... you like them all. And you know you might like him more if only he’s not someone famous.

“Then don’t forget this... and me.” you murmured and you felt his arms hug you tighter, you look up and he’s looking at you, then your lips, and you’re anticipating another kiss when you hear your cellphone ringing.

you grabbed your shirt and wear it before running to where your cellphone is.

“Hello.”

“Hey, sorry, i had a christmas eve party and got a bit drunk... i fell asleep and woke up just now to throw up then i saw your text,” your engineer friend called you, “you okay?”

“Yeah, I accidentally locked myself... uh can you tell me how to open the door?”

“Oh my God, how come??”

“just accidentally, you know... me being clumsy.” you add a small chuckles.

“You being clumsy is rare... but anyway, you want me to come and help you?”

“No, no, please don’t, you’re spending holiday with your girl now... you can just tell me how and i’m good.” you said.

Now here you are, standing near the door with Kyungsoo. Fully dressed and ready to send him out.

“How about the CCTV?” Kyungsoo said because the door is in the middle between west and east wing.

“I’ll erase it later... only this part, they wouldn’t realised.” you said.

Suddenly he cups your cheek and lean down for a kiss, “make sure to erase this or we both gonna get into a trouble.” he smiles between the kisses.

“Can i use this to blackmail you?” you asked.

“Yes, please blackmail me with this video...” he whispers and kiss you for the last time.

“Bye.” You shortly said.

“Hey, i’ll be here again in six months for a concert with EXO...” he shrugged his shoulders, “if you want to come...”

You just briefly nodded, and he turned away, “Kyungsoo...”

He quickly turned around. “Yes?”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Ah right!” he smiles, “thank you for spending Christmas with me.”

You smile, “pleasure’s mine...”

After he’s gone, you finished up your report and went to the control room to erase that one particular CCTV footage. Your fingers move above the computer mouse, cutting the video and watch it one last time, you watched how he put his palm on your cheek and leaned down.

You still feel the kiss on your lips, still feel the warm of his hand on your cheek, and now you feel the pain in your heart.

“I saw you get into your room at 3 last night.” Baekhyun sat beside Kyungsoo on the plane.

“What do you mean, hyung?” Kyungsoo asked.

The older smiles, “I really don’t want to know where were you... i’m just telling you, i saw you get into your room last night at 3 am...”

“And what were you doing in such hour?” Kyungsoo asked back.

“Me, Chen, and Chanyeol had a Christmas eve drink... the other two were wasted, they didn’t remember saw you.”

Kyungsoo didn’t say anything afterwards, just leaning his head further to teh backrest and scrolled down his phone until he found one new video in his phone.

Your video dancing Love Shot in a red suit.

Yes, he filmed you for fun that times, not knowing he’s gonna treasure the video, because it was the only footage he has about you.

six months later.

One of the biggest arena in your city filled with people queueing to get into the stadium, banner and posters about the current event is everywhere: EXO WORLD TOUR.

You got the ticket in your hand but you don’t know if you want to get in or not. watching a concert sounds great to refresh your mind, but can you control yourself if later you saw Kyungsoo on stage and realise how cool and untouchable he is for you? you gotta face another heart break.

But hey, during this six months you’re doing great, you didn’t lose focus on your work, your cool workplace keep being the best of the town, you attended some fashion event and meet another famous people. you’re doing just fine, so you let your feet step confidently inside the arena.

Fourth songs and Kyungsoo can’t keep his eyes from scanning through thousands of people in the stadium, it is hard to see with the spotlights turning towards you, but a man gotta try.

he ran around the big stage, to the small one, run towards the end of the jetty, and when they sing a song which all members has to spread around the stage his eyes met yours and he freezes. he didn’t move until Baekhyun came to him.

“This my place to stand, go to your place!” he pushes Kyungsoo, but he didn’t budge, and then Baekhyun follows his gaze and smirks appear on his face. “oh, i got it...” he went closer to to Kyungsoo, “come to think about it, it was this city where you back at the hotel at 3 am...” then the older left Kyungsoo who still staring at you.

He smiles at you and start singing,

Oh, never gonna let you go... Giving you my heart and soul... I'll be right here with you for life... Oh, baby, all I wanna do... Is spend my every second with you... So look in my eyes... I'll be by your side... Yeah, look in my eyes... I'll be by your side... For life.

-end-

#dohkyungsoo #exo #kyungsoo #kyungsooxyou #fanfic

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7-wonders · 5 years ago

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I love Daddy Michael ! I would like how he will react when his little bub will grow. First step, first tooth, first word...

I love this so much! Here we go, baby Langdon’s milestones! Let me know if you want some more of this; I’ll be putting this under a ‘read more’ since it’s so damn long.

First tooth--

Michael, to put it lightly, is exhausted. You both knew that having a baby wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, but neither of you anticipated just how much stress went into being first-time parents. It’s a full-time, 24/7 job, on top of carrying out the apocalypse. However wiped-out Michael is, he knew it couldn’t compare how drained you are. His heart aches for you when you’re forced to get up every two hours to feed the baby, often taking at least an hour to soothe your child back to sleep. Michael’s gone on business far more often than he wished to be, leaving you to attend to the baby’s needs by yourself.

When he returned this morning from a meeting with a couple of the world leaders who will be responsible for launching the nukes, the house was far too quiet for his liking. He’s always had the underlying fear that you’ll up and leave him one day with no warning, and that fear suddenly comes to the forefront of his mind when he can’t hear any signs of life. Michael starts to dart from room to room, coming to a stop when he finally picks up on the baby’s cooing noises from the nursery. He peeks his head in, not wanting to disturb you if you’re trying to get the baby to sleep. Instead, his stomach drops in pity and sympathy.

You’re sitting on the rug, back pressed against the crib as your shoulders are wracked with sobs. Baby’s laying on the play rug that’s set up beside you, happily babbling and attempting to grab at the small toys that dangle just above the set of chubby hands. Michael falls to his knees beside you, pulling your hands into his and kissing the tears that track down your cheeks.

“My love, what’s wrong?” He asks in concern.

“I’m sorry, I probably look so pathetic right now.” Michael starts to reassure you, but you just continue talking. “I’m just--I’m so tired, and-and Bub only wants to play and absolutely refuses to nap, and I know that you hired some very capable nannies but the thought of anyone else watching our baby just terrifies me. I can’t--I can’t do that.”

“Hey, shh, don’t worry. You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Michael pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly and trying to calm you down. “Why don’t you go take a long shower or bath, and then you can go get some sleep?”

“But...what about the-”

“I am Bub’s other parent, darling. You’re off the clock tonight, and that’s final. You need to rest, or else you’re going to burn yourself out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” Michael plays with the wedding ring on your finger before standing and pulling you up with him.

“Alright,” you say in an unsure tone, “but come get me if the baby needs to be fed.” There’s plenty of milk stored in the freezer for the baby, and you both know that, but you just don’t want to be failing as a mother in any way.

Two hours later, and things are going great. You haven’t tried to disobey Michael once, the baby’s been fed and bathed, and Michael’s feeling overall accomplished. The odd fussiness of baby, however, throws the blond Antichrist off of his rhythm. Since birth, the baby’s been so calm, always observing everything that’s going on with wide eyes. Today, though, has been a complete change in the baby’s burgeoning personality.

“C’mon, lovey, what’s the matter?” Michael questions tiredly, rubbing the baby’s small back. The little red cheeks, angry from constant whining, makes Michael’s heart melt. He’s resorted to laying down with the baby on his chest, desperately hoping the baby will sleep so he can join you in bed.

There’s no pacifiers around, and the baby’s been uninterested in every toy that Michael’s presented since the pair moved to the living room on the other side of the house to prevent you from waking up. He lets the baby play with his fingers, not even blinking when they get covered in slobber. The baby gnaws on his fingers, a regular routine by now. What’s not regular is the sudden jolt of pain Michael feels on his finger.

“Ouch,” he hisses, pulling his hand away from the baby, who immediately starts to cry again. “What weapon are you hiding from me in that mouth of yours?”

Michael gently works his thumbs into the baby’s mouth, attempting to pry it open in an attempt to see inside. His first thought, however irrational it may be, is that the baby’s (all of six months old, mind you) managed to get a hold of a knife. To his surprise and delight, a pearly white tooth is starting to peek out of the bottom gum of baby’s mouth.

“Well look at that!” Michael grins, proud of his child’s ability to break a tooth through the gum. “That’s an easy fix, let’s go see if there’s something cold for you to chew on in the freezer.”

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First step--

Ever since the baby’s started standing up a week ago, it’s been an eager waiting game on behalf of you and Michael. You’ll hold your breath whenever those small, chubby hands are used on a table or the chair to pull baby up into a standing position, or when Michael sets the baby down on those wobbly legs. Unfortunately, all of your attempts have proven fruitless as of late. Your child certainly knows how to crawl with the best of them, but it seems like walking isn’t going to be happening for a while.

It’s when you least expect something to happen, that it does finally happen. Michael’s in his office, working on some quick tweaks to the Outposts, and you’re taking the opportunity to go through the baby’s outgrown clothes and determine what to donate and what to throw away. Ever since you’ve become a mother, your ability to focus on multiple affairs at once has become a superpower of yours. You’re sorting through the clothes while, at the same time, watching the baby out of the corner of your eye. Baby’s gripping onto the crib while standing up on unsteady feet, chattering away to you while you hum and nod to keep up the ‘conversation.’

It’s when the baby lets go of the crib and remains standing that you turn your attention to your firstborn. You don’t want to look too excited, in case the baby gets stage fright, but you can barely hide the brewing glee as Bub continues to stand. Slowly, as if you’re approaching a wild animal, you hold up your hands.

“C’mere, lovebug!” You coo, baby smiling a toothy grin and starting to wobble towards you. Stifling a gasp, you smile right back as shaky steps are taken until Bub reaches your arms and falls into them. “Good job! Oh, my sweet baby, I’m so proud of you!”

You nuzzle into the soft skin of baby’s neck, blowing raspberries until giggles pierce the air. Not able to restrain yourself from sharing this moment with Michael, you stand up and make your way to his office. You don’t even bother to knock, knowing that he can sense you before you’ve even opened the door. He still pretends to be surprised when you do enter, looking up from his papers with a pleased smile.

“What brings my two favorite people to my office today?” Michael’s confused when you don’t greet him with a kiss, instead crouching down a few inches in front of his chair.

“Watch this,” you say excitedly, grinning as you let the baby stand while holding onto your fingers. “Go get Daddy!”

In a matter of seconds, his confused expression turns to glee when the baby lets go of your fingers and starts to walk to Michael. He’s speechless, large hands automatically reaching out to catch the child if need be. The need doesn’t arise, Bub instead walking all the way over to Michael. He catches the baby, swooping the laughing infant through the air.

“You did it! You finally walked!” Michael snuggles the baby to his chest, pressing kisses to the downy curls. “When was this new skill acquired?”

“Hmm, maybe thirty seconds before we came in here.”

“Our kid’s a genius.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Slow your roll, okay? We’ll discuss that if Bub’s doing calculus within the next three months.”

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First word--

“Come on, say it! Say ‘dada,’“ Michael pleads with the baby, who giggles at their father’s antics from their high chair. Michael sighs, dropping some more Cheerios on the tray and into the waiting hands of the baby.

“Michael, Bub’s not going to say anything if you continue with your pestering,” you say from the kitchen, where you’re making a more substantial breakfast for the adults.

“I’m not pestering, I’m just...encouraging.” He swears he hears you mumble something along the lines of ‘if you’re being encouraging, I must be a fucking billionaire.’ “What was that, love?”

“Nothing!” you call back all too quickly.

“Well,” Michael turns his attention back to the amused baby, “if you’re not going to say that, maybe you can say...ball? Cereal? Dog?”

“Why don’t you just have ‘em recite the Declaration of Independence, while you’re at it?” You can’t resist to sneak in an insult as you re-enter the dining room, placing a plate of eggs and toast in front of Michael while sitting down with your own.

“Remind me why I married you, again?”

“Probably my wit, or maybe my amazing personality.” You smile at him cheekily, the baby’s hand on your face drawing your attention away. “Hi, cutie. You keeping Daddy company?”

“Always,” Michael replies.

“So, about the Sanctuary,” you look back at Michael, getting down to business, “you promise that we aren’t going to have to stay underground forever?”

“I’ve promised you countless times before, and I’ll promise you countless times again. It’s only temporary until my father has deemed the world ready to be remade again.”

“I just don’t want to raise our child, and any future children we may have, in a f-u-c-k-i-n-g nuclear fallout shelter,” you spell out the curse word, really hoping that your child’s first word isn’t ‘fucking.’ “And what about when the end of the world does happen? I don’t know if I can be alone without you for weeks at a time.”

“You won’t be. I’m not going to go anywhere unless you are absolutely, one hundred percent okay with it. We’re a family, and I don’t think I could be alone without you for weeks at a time either.”

You take a sip of your coffee, nodding. “Thank you for this. I know it must be annoying to answer the same questions over and over again.”

“It’s not annoying, I would do anything if it meant you would feel better.” You smile, reaching your hand across the table and grasping his.

“Mama!” A little voice yells, obviously not pleased you’re looking elsewhere.

“Yeah, lovebug?” You hum, more focused on moving the food around your plate, until the voice calls your name again and your fork clatters to your plate in shock.

Michael’s head turns towards the baby, mouth hanging open. “Did you just...?”

“Mama!” The baby calls again, laughing at the shock that’s obvious on both your faces.

“Bub’s first word!” You say, clapping your hands together in excitement.

“Seriously? All the practice we’ve done, and your first word is ‘mama?’“ Michael says in disbelief. Baby keeps repeating the word over and over, pleased at the reactions.

“What can I say, love, you’ll get it next time.”

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ilcaeryx · 5 years ago

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Limelight: Chapter 3 [Bakugou Katsuki/Reader]

SUMMARY: In their ingenuity, villains spurred the competence and excellence of heroes with unexpected consequences. Before, most heroes could focus solely on combating villany and make a living out of it. Today, a well-established hero is multifunctional: a protector, entertainer and idol in one person. Engaging the public the way a celebrity would is a common strategy, leaving the tabloid industry flourishing and eager to make a killing.Number 2 hero Bakugou “Ground Zero” Katsuki refuses to indulge others’ fantasties… though he’ll make an exception for you.

TAGS: Reader-Insert, Idol-like Heroes, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Vacation, Long-Distance Relationship, Hero Dating Civilian, Influences from K-pop, Comedy, Aged-Up Character(s), Idol Variety

COMMENT: Yikes, I forgot I had actually written this chapter but not uploaded it here...

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Stalker Tendencies

Today was a good day. For you, a good day translated into a productive, fullfilling day and by extension a serene night. Lately (meaning these last few years) those had been rationed out like canned pineapple during war time. You, dear reader, had been starving for quite a while by that point. It wasn't the ferocious type of hunger either. Instead, it was the cautious nibbling on your sole slice of pineapple for the week, perhaps the entire month, even though your very instinct harassed you to consume.

In the quiet town of Shirahiga, the days blurred into an amalgam… allowing you to eat your one slice in peace.

Now if you were a pessimist, you would assume that there were around two hours left of the day to become disappointed. For the sake of your well-being, you hoped that no superior being was orchestrating anything nasty for you. If it were true, it would be massively discouraging, wouldn't it?

But thats's enough of your shallow and edgy background. Let us snap back to reality.

Being a temporarily productive person, you were re-stocking the modest shelves of the village's sole grocery stole. Although it wasn't in your job description, you figured you could spare a few minutes to help the owners out. According to the agreement of last week, you had one delivery left tonight before you could call it a day and it was only to the café down the street.

Just the bread left and I'll head out.

You, L/N Y/N, were certainly getting that bread and in about 15 minutes you could head home.

The entrance bell tinged cheerfully. Making a surprised face to yourself, you finished loading the bread and stood up, brushing residue off your jeans. This was a small town grocery store, not a convenience store in Tokyo - in this town things weren't open late. Late meaning after 9PM, in this context.

You had better things to do than babysit someone so you made Matrushka dolls out of the carton boxes and carried them to the designated spot behind the store. Afterwards the owner quickly gave you the delivery wares for your next target, eager to close the shop.

It seems like everything is here, you thought as you counted the groceries inside your backpack and checked them off with your list. With a zip you closed it and struggled to get it on since it was one of those bulky hiking backpacks.

You were more than motivated to leave this place.

However, upon standing up and appearing like some sickly hunchback out of fucking nowhere from behind the counter, you locked eyes with the dude.

You didn't catch a lot of him, but you didn't like what you did see.

Upon seeing the customer, you did a 90 degrees bow and pretended to tie your shoe-laces to avoid him. People always said you shouldn't stereotype others but once safety was involved virtue signalling could fuck off. That was the appearance profile of a robber, seriously; tall man dressed in dark jeans and hoodie, hair and face neatly nestled underneath the hoodie and mouth mask. If you couldn't see his face, your Quirk would remain inactive and that made you anxious. You sure as fuck weren't going to walk up to him to touch or smell him instead.

"Hey, cashier girl," he rumbled from above. "Are you done?"

You couldn't pretend any longer, so you stood up and you adapted your 'customer service' persona and shot him a nervous and fake smile, looking him in the eyes. All you could distinguish were red eyes and broad cheekbones, along with stray pale hairs dodging the hoodie's edge. He was irritatedly tapping on the glass surface with his fingers. Okay, maybe he wasn't a robber this time around but no one went around dressed like that without a motive. Thus you decided to peace out.

Breathing in deeply, you answered, "I don't work here, sir."

Bye bitch, you bade him farewell inside your head as you walked passed him, clinging onto your backpack straps.

When you were outside, you sneaked a peek inside the store. The owner had taken the guy's payment and he didn't seem distressed, so with a relieved sigh you kept going.

Tonight's weather was pleasant and you generally liked taking nightly walks but you just wanted this over with. Dipping in and out of the public lights, you made your way down the street past the few stores in this town, all locked. By the end of the road, the little café was welcoming your inside, even though there was a 'CLOSED' sign on the door.

You froze up mid motion when something overtook you by your left, whirling into a full stop in front of you. Light deepened the night with his black clothing, your stunned silence and the afterglow of fear bursting inside you.

He cracked his knuckles using his thumb on his left hand while cocking his head to the side, glaring.

"Leave me the fuck alone," he said slowly, his brows narrowed and knit a spider-web-like network of creases above his nose. "You pieces of shit can't just do that, can you?"

The guy moved, causing you to stutter backwards. He made a noise of disgust and rolled his eyes before continuing down the road, eventually slipping into the darkness between the vegetation.

You couldn't get into the entrance of the café fast enough, but fuck - you tried inserting the wrong key repeatedly, your hands shaking. When the right one slid in you unlocked the door, swung it open in the smallest arc possible and darted inside. The door shook in its frame and with a click it locked.

It became hard to stand with your knees clobbering against each other so you slid down on the floor, wrapping your arms around your legs. Your breathing was loud in your ears and your chest felt like it couldn't expand properly with your iron-grip on your legs. You told yourself that he wouldn't enter, he was simply threatening you not to ever go near him.

Who was that?

That guy wasn't from here, that you were sure of. Judging by his clothes, stature and voice you pinned him in his mid-20s. There wasn't an abundance of younger people in this area; aside from visiting family members and tourists, most people there were above the age of 30. Thus, you could draw the conclusion that he indeed was a tourist.

Whoever that person was, you'd heed his advice and stay clear out of his way.

Unfortunately, because of his mouth mask you couldn't fullfill all critera for you to track him… which meant that you would have to be more careful from now on. Not that you wouldn't be if you could track him, but it was always reassuring to know where those you wanted to avoid were, The lack option of having complete control whether a person could approach you or not made you feel unsafe and exposed. It was not something you were used to.

This was not something you could deal with alone, you realized when the shaking stopped and you had trouble breathing with your dry throat. Asking for help was the right thing to do, definitely. After all, this person could be a threat to anyone, regardless of age and gender. Thus, you gathered yourself the best you could and told the café owner about your

Incidentally, this is how L/N Y/N incited a witch hunt that would eventually make her a D-tier celebrity.

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fresh-outta-jams · 6 years ago

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered - Part 11

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: You’re in college when your soulmate mark shows up, an address. You figure sending a letter couldn’t hurt. Warnings: Some swears, soulmate fluff. Word Count: 1.8k

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, Epilogue

You thought four months would take forever to trudge through. You thought every day would be hell, burning even worse than the one before, building, building, building until you’d finally get on the plane to go see Namjoon. Instead, it was like a crescendo. You and Namjoon were talking every day like normal, sending letters back and forth every week or so. He’d update you on things that were happening over there, what he and the boys were up to that day. He’d tell you how much he wished you were there with him, but that he knew you had classes and that he believed in you.

You sent him dumb things on Twitter. He sent you dumber things in response. Many memes of his face were sent back and forth. You’d thought months ago that it wasn’t possible to love him any more than you did already, but you found that the more you talked to him, the more you found to love.

Namjoon was very, very excited about the approaching tour. Very excited.

“Jagiya, look at this cute couple outfit.” He sent it to you while you were Skyping. Your phone pinged another time, an additional image coming through. “Or do you want this one instead?”

“Joonie, I told you, you don’t have to buy me any clothes. I can just bring stuff I have and we can figure out stuff that matches.”

“But baby, we can get soulmate shirts…” He had been spending a little too much time online shopping recently. “It’ll be so cute.”

“Okay, but don’t go overboard.”

“Alright. Oh, also, I was trying to figure out some fun things for us to do, so I think we’re going to go to Disneyland when we’re in California and then I got us Wicked tickets for when we’re in New York. The Shedd Aquarium in Chicago is really nice…”

“Why are you so perfect?” You grinned at him. He grinned back, his dimples prominent and begging to be poked. You swore as soon as you saw him you were going to pinch those adorable cheeks of his.

“I just want my jagi to have fun.”

“I don’t need all of those things to have fun. All I need is you.”

“Ughhh, jagiiii.” His cheeks reddened and he covered his face. “I thought we had a no-cheesy contract.”

“Excuse me, sir? You are WAY cheesier than I could ever aspire to be, what with your adorable matching couple outfits and the most romantic itinerary I’ve ever heard.”

“Okay, okay…” He chuckled. “That’s fair.” His eyes trailed over your features, stopping at your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. You looked amused, if he wasn’t mistaken. “Sorry, I just...want to kiss you so bad.”

“I know, baby. But we just have a few weeks now, right? It’s so close I can taste it.”

“Yeah…” Namjoon smiled softly. “So close…”

***

Little did you know, your first meeting with Namjoon would be a little sooner than even you expected. Your boyfriend, bless his heart, had been busy at work cooking up a little scheme that he hoped would make you happy. According to your friends from school, he KNEW it would make you happy.

Originally the plan was that you would fly to Korea and one of the members of the BTS Staff would be there to take you to either BigHit or the dorms, depending on where the boys were at the time. Namjoon, however, had other plans. It just so happened, that your exams fell on the Thursday and Friday of exam week, which meant you would be cooped up in the library for the three days leading up to them.

RM_fan_94: Okay, so she’ll definitely be in the library, right?

GracieGirl: Definitely. For sure.

Lilyyyy: Agreed. There is literally nowhere else she will be for Monday-Wednesday. Except maybe to grab food really quick, but usually during exam week, she just gets food from the tea place at the library.

RM_fan_94: Okay, perfect.

RM_fan_94: I’m so nervous…

Lilyyyy: Awwwwww!!

GracieGirl: Don’t be! She loves you so freaking much, Namjoon!

Lilyyyy: Yeah, we should know lmao we hear about you all the time.

RM_fan_94: awwwww, does she really talk about me all the time??

GracieGirl: Y E S

Lilyyyy: More than she talks about literally anything else ever.

RM_fan_94: Okay, I gotta go, she’s calling in a few

GracieGirl: Byeeeee!

***

“Dear Namjoon,

I cannot wait to see you. I seriously cannot wait. It’s eating me alive. I check my phone every five minutes, hoping five hours have miraculously passed. I think honestly, the only thing keeping me sane at this point is my homework and my final film project.

I keep thinking about how the minute I finish my last exam, I’ll be on my way to the airport to see you. Well, not the MINUTE after I finish, but a few days later, at least. Ugh, it seems so far away.

I’m working on my final film project now, and I actually like how it’s turning out for once. This is the first project I think I’ve ever felt confident on ever in my life and I can’t wait to send it to you when it’s finished. It’s due soon, though, so I don’t think I’ll have time to send it to you before it’s due. Either way, I think you’ll really like it.

Also, I’m bringing my camera on tour so I can capture all of our cute couple moments and make a montage. I cannot wait for that either. I’ve never even been on a plane before and now I’m flying across the world to see the love of my life. It’s like a fairytale, it really, really is.

I think it would be AMAZING to go to Ilsan and meet your family (and your dog!!). I’ve been wanting to meet them for basically forever. Your sister sounds super cool. And I think it’s adorable that you kiss the Petoskey stone every night but because you think it’s embarrassing, I’m definitely going to tease you about it.

Lily and Grace are helping me re-dye my hair tonight so it’ll be nice and fresh and bright pink for you. I’ll be sure to send you lots of messy selfies of the process because honestly, it’s hilarious, and you’ll be awake anyway.

I love you so, so, so much,

-(Y/N)”

***

“Hyung, are you sure you want to do this?” Jungkook held the brush over the little bowl, hot pink dye dripping from the bristles. “It’s not too late to go back.”

“I’m sure.” Namjoon nodded. He was seated on the toilet lid, a towel draped around his shoulders, hair newly bleached. “Jin-hyung always does whatever he wants with his hair.”

“And then he gets yelled at.” Jimin laughed.

“I want to match. It’ll probably only last a few days anyway. Pink washes out quick.”

“I should know.” Jungkook shook his head, memories of his brief stint of magenta resurfacing.

“Just do it.” Namjoon sat up a little straighter.

Jungkook looked to Jimin and Taehyung, who each shrugged as if to say ‘hey, it’s his funeral’, and then brushed the dye onto Namjoon’s bleached-blond hair. Well, there really wasn’t any going back now.

***

Namjoon ruffled through his very, very pink hair, smiling at himself. God, he was an idiot in love. The things he did for you… And yet, staring at his reflection, he had no regrets. In fact, he would do it again just to see the look on your face.

Speaking of which…

His phone was ringing. Shit. Shit. God, he had to answer it, didn’t he? And of course it was a FaceTime from the one person who couldn’t know he had pink hair yet.

Looking around his room, he grabbed the first hat he could find, a black beanie, and slipped it onto his head to cover up the new hair. Then, he plopped down into his chair and hit accept call.

“Hey baby.” He let the words roll out, all casual. As though he hadn’t just dried off his hot pink hair.

“Hey Joon, what’s up?”

I just dyed my hair hot pink, so there’s that… “Not much. Working on some songs and stuff. You?”

“I just woke up and I missed your handsome face.”

“Well aren’t I lucky? God, I missed your voice.”

“What’s up with the hat?” You smirked, looking at the black beanie hastily thrown on top of his hair. “I mean, it’s cute, but…”

“It’s uh...”

“Oh, new hair. Alright, got it.” You dragged your pinched fingers across your lips, zipping them shut. “No leaks here.”

“Thank you, jagi.” He breathed in relief, watching as your adorable features twisted in curiosity.

“It does, however, make me wonder…” You trailed off, tapping your lip with a little pink-painted finger.

“No sneak-peeks, baby. I’m sorry.”

You pouted, pretending to be upset. “Okayyyyyy…” Immediately, you brightened. “Guess what!”

“What?”

“We learned a dance in my K-Pop club the other day and guess what song it was.”

“I’m stumped.” He grinned, tilting his head, waiting for you to spout whatever BTS song you and your friends had learned.

“We learned Baepsae and I got to learn your part!”

“Awwwwww that’s so cute!”

You nodded excitedly. “It was so fun. I can’t wait to show you.”

“I can’t wait to see.”

“How many days until I get to see you?”

“A week, baby.” A lie. Perhaps the first Namjoon had ever told you. He hoped the pet name he used would cover it up well enough. After all, you shared a soul. Maybe you could tell when he was lying to you, even if it was a little innocent lie like this one.

“Ughhhhhhh that’s seven days too many.”

“I agree.”

“I want to kiss you so bad, Namjoon.” You groaned. “I need to be in your arms. Immediately.”

“I know, baby. Believe me, I know.” Though the four months had gone by, it wasn’t like it hadn’t hurt him to have to wait and wait and wait. The temptation to come see you over your Spring Break was almost crippling, and had he not had to do promotions, he would have been on a plane ages ago. “But it’s soon now. I love you a lot, alright?”

“I love you a lot too.” You nodded, watching the way his dimple poked in when he smiled softly at your words.

Namjoon yawned and stretched. “Alright, jagiya, I have an early morning tomorrow, so I have to get some sleep now. But I love you so much and I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“I love you too.”

And then he hung up, grinning. You had no idea what was coming for you in the next few days...

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