#HAHAHA with all these build-up throughout – when they shove it in your face at the end – it still comes like a fcking lightning bolt

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor x MC – S2 CH 41 - CH 44 (Eng Translation - Part 1)

“The surrounding clusters of flames emit a bright glow, and the slowly rising lanterns encircle the man. It seems as if he is a god descending from the heavens.”

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a chapter that is yet to be released on the global server. ⌚

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[Disclaimer]: I’m actually going to subtitle the Victor parts for this update, so I won’t give myself double torture by adding sprites here LOL. this is more for keeping a transcript version, and adding the screaming at the end lmao 💕

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【CH 41-1, Victor part】

The gears of the world rotate silently, propelling mottled time forward, ultimately toward a completely detached direction.

The black vortex contorts as if, with just an attempt to peep, one would be sucked into an abyss from which there is ever no return.

??: It���s indeed difficult to impose restrictions on the abilities of a powerful Space-Time Evolver.

??: You are indeed extraordinary to have persisted up to this point. It’s only appropriate to commend you for your abilities.

Victor turns his head and looks at the little boy who has appeared alongside the black hole. The boy is attired in a gentleman’s hat and a mismatched style of shirt and casual shorts.

Little Boy: Although someone helped you before, you must know that you won’t be able to cheat this time.

Victor has a vague feeling that he has seen this strange little boy somewhere before, but he doesn’t dwell on it as it doesn’t seem to matter.

He roughly has an idea of what the other party’s presence here right now means.

Every demand comes with its own price – this is a truth he understands better than anyone else.

Little Boy: Don’t try to secretly do anything. I can see everything~

It’s as if the young boy could see through his innermost thoughts with a single glance. He places a finger on his lips and speaks in a naïve tone that carries an unusual sense of composure for his age.

The black vortex expands, encompassing the entire space in silent and lifeless darkness. At this moment, the sound of a mechanical violin begins to play slowly.

A distorted space abruptly opens, revealing a crack from which a pair of black leather shoes emerges.

The little boy tilts his head and raises the tail note of his voice with a sense of intrigue.

Little Boy: Are you the Time Observer?

Zero: I would like to discuss a particular condition with you.

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MC is back at the office, and after exchanging pleasantries with everyone, she heads back to her respective work:

After filtering through a variety of content, I draft a few program topics and want to discuss them with Victor.

As soon as I turn on my phone, I find that he has already sent me a text message.

Victor’s Text: “I’m currently in France. If you have any new proposal ideas, send them to me via email.”

How come he suddenly went to France?

A little puzzled, I type a line in the chat box - “Are you on a business trip?” But I delete the previous text after thinking for a moment and press the keys again.

MC’s Text: “I’m waiting for your return!”

MC’s Text: “Sent the new proposal ideas to your mailbox. CEO Victor, please have a look at them~”

MC [to herself]: Let’s add another cute emoji… perfect!

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【CH 43-13, Victor part】

The sky has just begun to clear up, but there is still a dampness lingering in the air of Paris.

As the wind brushes through the leaves and branches of the surrounding Sycamore trees, it makes a rustling sound that accompanies a faraway sigh, creating the reminiscence of a silent requiem.

The person in his memory used to really like this kind of weather.

Victor quietly withdraws his gaze, lowers his head, and lays down a bouquet of pure white flowers as he looks at the tombstone before him.

Looking at the cold yet familiar name on the marble, he seems to once again see the figure of that person who once took him by the hand and guided him to the window, showing him the birds seeking shelter from the rain under the eaves.

The past scenes are akin to feathers, gradually scattering in the shifting rainy season of a foreign land.

Victor closes his eyes and gently rests his forehead against the tombstone.

The Adam’s apple under his collar quivers for a moment. After a prolonged silence, he finally speaks in a soft voice.

Victor: [shredded my heart into a million pieces]  I’m leaving.

Victor: [x2]  But I will take care of everything beforehand… don’t worry.

As he speaks, his fingertips linger on the cold marble for a long, long time. It seems as if he wants to leave something behind, yet also wants to remember something for himself.

The evening breeze of the late spring brushes over the hair on his forehead, reminiscent of that hand that once gently fell on his head, accompanied by lullabies.

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【CH 44-1】

At MC’s office–

MC is sorting out the materials for her proposal related to the “memory overlap,” and the entire situation, including the public opinion and commotion, is much more under control than before.

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MC: I knew I should have come and sorted this out last night…

Sighing, I shake the document in my hand. When I subconsciously glance at my phone to check the time, a text message pops up on the screen just at that time.

“Don’t forget that you have to report in a moment.” The sender is Victor.

The conciseness of the content is infused with the familiar flavor, and I can’t help but curl up the corners of my lips.

Victor’s overseas business trip this time has not been a short one. And although we have contacted each other via texts, there are many words that simply cannot be conveyed through words.

After knowing that he would return last night, I immediately scheduled an appointment with CEO Victor, intending to do the so-called “work report.”

I quickly press the keys on the keyboard, typing out a reply:

MC’s Text: “I certainly haven’t forgotten. I have already sorted everything out!”

Victor’s Text: “I’m afraid if a certain someone hasn’t set off yet, she will be late again.”

I feel as if I can see the teasing expression Victor is wearing right now through the screen, causing my hands to accelerate involuntarily.

Just as I’m nearly finished organizing the documents and am about to get up, Anna comes over with a bundled proposal and hands it to me.

Anna: MC, there’s a proposal that you urgently need to go through. It’s about the redevelopment of Loveland City.

MC: Okay… Meng Chang? Why do I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before…

I thumb through the papers in my hands, my gaze falling on the compressed letters.

“Since assuming office, Mr. Meng Chang has made outstanding contributions and has significantly elevated the Evolvers’ social status.”

“This time, he is in charge of the Loveland City redevelopment project, and we are confident that he will be able to acquire even more remarkable achievements.”

The document also contains detailed notes on Meng Chang’s relationships with important figures and the key points for asking him questions. Rather than a proposal, it’s better to say that this is a publicity release.

Anna: This is the material provided by the City Hall, and in two days, there will be a press conference to mark his inauguration.

Anna: The company’s staff is still working on the past memories overlap project. So, I have no choice but to trouble you, the Boss, to make the trip personally.

I nod, thinking about how the main focus of my recent efforts has been on dealing with memory overlap, and the company has also been awfully occupied.

MC: No problem. The press conference will cover our association with the City Hall, and I’ll follow up. You guys have been working hard recently.

MC: Once we are done with the matters at hand, you all should take some time off.

Anna: Speaking of, aren’t you the one who should be taking a break the most?

Anna: Watching you running in and out with dark circles under your eyes every day, we are worried about you.

MC: It’s alright. I’ll find an opportunity to rest later.

Anna: Well, that’s just as well, I have something for you.

Anna suddenly comes up to me and places two tickets in my hand.

The huge Kongming lantern on the ticket enters my line of sight, and the words “Lantern Festival” are written in Chinese calligraphy.

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[Tidbits]: The person encouraging MC to “go out with someone” to the Lantern Festival in “Victor’s Lantern Date” was also Anna~ 🥺💕

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MC: Are there any festivals recently? How come there’s a lantern festival?

Anna: It’s a promotional event for the redevelopment project, and the City Hall sent out the invitations a few days ago. I put aside two for you.

Anna: When the time comes, remember to go out and relax~

MC: Thank you, Anna~

MC: I’m going to LFG to submit a report now. Is there anything else going on at the office?

Anna: Anything else…

Anna: Speaking of, something curious did happen. There is a guy in the finance department who hasn’t come to work for over a week.

Anna: We were concerned, so we informed to police to go to his house, but no one ever answered the door.

MC: What about his family?

Anna: We tried to call, but no one answered.

Anna: The police have taken over the matter, so all we can do now is wait. I’ll let you know as soon as we receive any updates.

I nod, and a slight vibration also comes from my phone at this moment.

I pick up my phone, and as expected, I see a line of text messages floating across the screen.

Victor’s Text: “I don’t even see the shadow of a certain someone so far. Didn’t you say you were already on the way?”

Quickly, I put the tickets in my pocket and walk briskly towards the door.

Even though I’m about to be labeled a “habitual latecomer” again, a tinge of joy still surfaces in my heart.

After all, what I can be certain of is that – I will soon be able to see Victor.

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【CH 44-2】

As I approach the door of Victor’s office, I see that Goldman seems to be confirming something over the phone. When he sees me coming, he frowns slightly and draws a few steps back in silence.

I nod at him, then push the door open.

Victor (on the phone): Regarding this section of the proposal, it will be scheduled to discuss at tomorrow’s meeting.

The sunlight is folded into small speckles of light by the blinds, leaving marks on the carpet that reflect the passage of time. However, it is the figure at the window that captivates my attention completely.

With his back facing the door, his entire body is half-leaning against the wide windowsill. His voice is steady, but there is a hidden color beneath it that’s hard to discern.

In the distance, there is a long, dark suit draped over a hanger, while the sleeves of his white shirt are slightly rolled up.

I can’t bear to disturb Victor, so I quietly creep up behind him on my tiptoes.

Victor (on the phone): For the specifics of the rest of the itinerary, send them to me via email.

As he hangs up the phone, I avail myself of the opportunity and abruptly poke his broad back.

He turns around, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Victor: [sigh mixed with a soft laugh]  Did you think I would be caught off guard by this kind of child’s trick?

As I look into his familiar and helpless eyes, my heart is overcome with indescribable emotions.

I can’t decide whether to say it’s been so long since we last saw each other or should I ask about what has happened during this time. Too many words rush to my throat, and in the end, they all turn into an uncontrollable urge to draw closer.

MC: Who asked you to leave the country just after you got your memory back? And it was always so difficult to be in touch with you.

As soon as I open my mouth in a falsely reproachful tone, Victor pulls me into his arms. His chest pressed tightly against mine instantly drowns out all my emotions.

Victor: [extremely soft, indulgent laugh]  Now, does this count as being in touch?

I nod heavily in his arms, feeling this warmth that I’ve missed. The setting sun in the distance draws our figures into the fading twilight as if condensing this moment in time.

The next second, I feel a gentle pat descending on my head.

Victor: [soft laugh]  Are you going to spend the whole day here hugging me like this?

I lift my head to meet Victor’s teasing gaze. Pouting, I straighten myself up, then take out the report I’ve prepared from my bag.

MC: CEO Victor, please review the report for this period.

Victor: This heavy? Looks like a certain someone has been very busy during this time.

MC: Not only have I completed a significant amount of work, but I have also made much progress. It won’t be that easy for you to nitpick this time!

The corners of Victor’s lip curl into a soft arc, his gaze deep as he looks at me.

Victor: [soft chuckle]  In terms of self-confidence, I can tell that you have indeed matured a lot.

Victor: I just wonder when you will grow in terms of your sense of time?

MC: That was because you didn’t come back even after so long, so I made you “revisit the past”~

Victor: Sophistry.

Victor curls his finger and taps me on the forehead. Then he turns to return to the table and carefully flips through my report.

It’s not until he turns to the last page does he give the nod, a hint of applause tinging his voice.

Victor: The report is good. It appears that a certain someone has indeed grown up a lot during this period.

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[Anika’s Tidbits]: BLESS CHINESE ITIREATIONS haha~ there’s a trend with Chinese speakers of using the same phrase twice, so it sounds really cutesy. The first time MC tried to make Victor say it was in “Advice Date (on EN)” 3 years ago LOL, and I just can’t with how he does it so naturally while imitating her now~ 😂💕

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MC: As it should be. I burned the midnight oil for several nights to write these plans.

MC: Fortunately, the impact is under control now. Otherwise, there will certainly be an increasing number of people experiencing a mix-up between their past and present memories.

MC: And if it continues to develop, it may even lead to QUEEN’s identity being exposed.

Victor’s eyebrows knit into a frown, evidently, also remembering all the hazards this “QUEEN” identity had once brought with it.

Victor: You’ve done well. But resolving this memory overlap issue won’t be that easy.

Victor places the report that he is holding to the side, smoothening a creased corner of the document with his fingertips.

Victor: Memory is the most sensitive part of a person’s life, and it involves numerous connections.

Victor: As long as people believe that a particular memory is real, they are prone to act in ways that are beyond the ordinary.

His tone is solemn, and it seems he isn’t simply talking about the memory overlap issue.

And what’s more, given that everything with LFG is running steadily at the moment, there is no need for an explanation for the other things that could worry Victor.

Tentatively, I voice the conjecture in my mind.

MC: Beyond the ordinary… did something happen with BS?

Victor: There have indeed been some internal changes in BS.

Victor: To be precise, some people have chosen to leave of their own accord.

I can’t help but recall Victor’s rearranging of BS before. His thunderous and decisive approach really helped BS to eliminate its internal obstacles and achieve its ultimate goal.

But such a measure will eventually trigger a chain reaction. Additionally, Poseidon’s whereabouts are still unknown, making him a constant hidden threat.

Victor meets my gaze and seems to see through my concerns.

Victor: Those who left recently had no conflict of interest with BS.

Victor: As for Poseidon, the identity he used to disguise himself has already been found. Rest assured, he won’t be able to be in hiding for long.

Hearing Victor’s words, I finally feel a little at ease. However, his slightly creased brows make the air in the room somewhat stagnant for a while.

Having been with the people in BS, I know that they will get restless as long as there’s even a little hint of turmoil. So, I reckon the current situation is certainly not as simple as Victor is making it out to be.

Pursing my lips into a thin line, I lower my head and shift closer to Victor, crashing straight into his gaze without a care in the world.

MC: Victor, if anything really has happened, you must tell me about it.

MC: Don’t forget, I just saved the world!

Victor: Dummy, don’t worry about other matters.

Victor’s eyes sparkle with laughter, and he reaches out, stroking my hair.

Victor: The most important thing now is your proposal. Is there anything else?

MC: There is indeed something else. It’s about the interview with Meng Chang, the new person in charge of the redevelopment project.

MC: He seems to have come to Loveland City today. I’m going to attend the press conference tomorrow to find out more.

MC: Do you know this guy?

Victor: I’ve heard of him. He is an Evolver and has previously been in charge of the administration of Evolvers on the field.

Victor: But because of his eclectic ways of doing things, he was controversial in political circles.

Victor pauses for a bit before continuing again.

Victor: This, combined with his previously established position, gave him a strong follower base.

MC: What kind of followers?

Victor: Evolvers.

I let out an “ahh,” instantly understanding where this man stands.

Victor: So, even though the outside world was quite critical of him, he was able to soar to the top.

Victor: Reportedly, he applied for his transfer to Loveland City himself.

At some point, it has started drizzling outside, and fine drops of rain swiftly trickle down the glass.

Victor: You must be more careful when you go to meet him.

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In front of the City Hall. Leto has been waiting here for a long time.

Even though he tries to assume a calm and indifferent attitude, he still can’t help glancing at his wristwatch out of the corner of his eyes.

The curtain of rain outside has gotten heavier than before. On the misty street, the indistinct roaring at the far end is particularly ear-piercing.

The thunderclaps rumble faintly through the churning dark clouds, reminiscent of the muffled beating of snare drums.

Not long after, a black limousine comes to a halt in front of the entrance, and a pitch-black umbrella is unfolded in front of the car, blocking out all the raindrops falling from the sky.

The car door opens, and an amiable, middle-aged face appears under the umbrella.

??: Really sorry to have kept you waiting like this in this heavy rain.

Leto: Please! Your arrival in our city to lead the redevelopment project is a major event. How dare I will be negligent.

Leto: I have been looking forward to meeting you for a long time, Mr. Meng. I’m Mr. Leto, the person currently in charge of the Loveland City Redevelopment Project.

Leto says, smiling as he extends his hand. The man called Mr. Meng is dressed in a loose leather jacket, wearing a pair of glasses on his placid face.

With an apologetic expression, he quickly takes two steps and reaches out with a handshake, the corners of his lips raised into an invulnerable smile.

Meng Chang: Mr. Leto, you’ve already done a great job. I’m simply in charge of adding some icing on the cake. There’s still a lot for me to learn.

Leto also withdraws his hand. Naturally, he won’t easily buy such official civilities.

Leto: That being the case, I wonder where Mr. Meng is going to begin his work?

Meng Chang: Mr. Leto, you just asked the question that was on my mind.

Meng Chang lifts his head. His sharp gaze cuts through the heavy curtain of rain and lands on the towering and radiant LFG building in the distance.

Meng Chang: Let’s just start from there.

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【CH 44-4】

The next morning, the press conference at the City Hall is completely packed with journalists.

I’m about to turn on my computer and do some more prep work when I hear the sound of discussion coming from behind me.

Reporter A: Do you have any information regarding Meng Cheng taking office?

Cameraman B: What else could it be? He’s definitely seen how well the redevelopment project is going, so he especially rushed over to grab the credit.

Cameraman B: How could a politician who stands by the Evolvers still have the well-being of ordinary people in mind?

Reporter A: There’s nothing wrong with leaning towards the Evolvers. Aren’t we all advocating for helping each other nowadays…

Reporter A: I heard that he was also attacked for promoting Evolver policies. I wonder if that’s true.

Cameraman B: Where do you guys get this much gossip from! Zip it now. They’ll be coming out soon.

The next second, the entrance of the meeting hall is suddenly pulled open. Leto strides to the front of the group, while behind him is an amiable-looking middle-aged man.

A well-ironed suit is fitted to his body. As his calm gaze sweeps across the venue, the sound of chatter filling the space just a moment ago instantly quiets down.

Leto walks up to the podium and steadily places his speech draft on the table, holding the microphone.

Leto: Good morning, everyone. I’m Leto, the person in charge of the Loveland City Redevelopment Project.

Leto: As everyone knows, the Loveland City Redevelopment Project has been underway for a long time. And although progress has been made, it has also encountered many difficulties.

Leto: Therefore, at this special juncture, Mr. Meng Chang will be engaged in the redevelopment of Loveland City, overseeing and directing the said redevelopment project.

Leto partially turns his body and gives a quick look at the middle-aged man behind him. The man smiles and steps up to the podium, tapping his hand on the microphone.

Meng Chang: I express my thanks to our journalist friends for their diligent efforts. I’m Meng Chang.

The moment he begins to speak, the stage is awash with spotlights.

Meng Chang: I’d like to start by expressing gratitude, on behalf of the City Hall, to all those who have shown interest in and supported the Loveland City Redevelopment Project.

Meng Chang: My purpose in coming to Loveland City is not only to oversee the various aspects of the redevelopment but also to boost cooperation among all parties.

Meng Chang: The redevelopment efforts in Loveland City concern the interest of every resident, including both the ordinary people and Evolvers.

Meng Chang: I’m happy to serve as the communication bridge for this process, and I will welcome your opinions and suggestions at any time.

As soon as these words fall, Leto, standing by Meng Chang’s side, immediately breaks into a massive smile and applauds.

Meng Chang’s speech is simple and unadorned, which inevitably leaves a favorable impression on the audience.

Thinking back to Victor’s assessment of this man yesterday, I have a vague understanding of why someone with such thunderous methods could still thrive.

At this moment, the assistant standing next to Meng Chang picks up another microphone, and the reporters raise their hands in unison. My fingertips, which I try hard to lift, are instantly drowned out by the crowd.

Reporter A: Excuse me, Mr. Meng, will your work this time overlap with Mr. Leto’s?

Meng Chang: Regarding my relationship with Mr. Leto, I’d much rather call it mutual assistance.

Reporter B: You mentioned the term “obstruction” earlier. Does it mean you already have an objective for investigation?

Meng Chang: As the saying goes, “Rome was not built in a day.”

Meng Chang: If there is any headway in the relevant investigation, I believe our media friends will be the first to know.

Regardless of how pungent and tricky the questions are, he maintains his composure and speaks in measured tones.

After the previous reporter sits down, I raise my hand again.

Meng Chang: The last question. Miss in the back row, please go ahead.

As I’m called upon, I immediately stand up with the microphone in hand.

MC: Hello, Mr. Meng. I’m MC, from the program team of [MC’s Company Name].

MC: If I may ask, as an Evolver and as a leader, how do you regard the future of Loveland City?

The previously clamorous crowd in the surroundings quiets down, leaving only a few fragmented whispers.

Matters of identity and position have always been sensitive, and no one expected me to be so blunt in bringing this up.

Meng Chang: Miss MC, your question is quite interesting.

Meng Chang: Only, you are not the first person to ask this question.

He lifts his head, and his unperturbed face slightly curves upward beneath the spotlights.

Meng Chang: As an Evolver myself, I do pay more attention to the Evolver community.

Meng Chang: But my dream is to build a society where everyone can coexist in harmony, and I believe everyone present here must share the same vision as well.

MC: And what measures do you plan to implement in the future?

Meng Chang: It’s still too early to talk about measures now, but I do have a premature idea.

Meng Chang: As the proverb goes, “If one cannot clean one’s own room, how can one clean the world?” I want to help this society by cleaning up the garbage first.

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The sunshine streaming in through the car window brings a touch of early spring warmth, but my heart seems to be covered by a layer of invisible mist, making it impossible for me to see through.

The flawless responses given at the press conference just now have earned Meng Chang a considerably favorable impression.

However, the words “clean up the garbage” that was spoken by his amiable face continues to send shivers down my spine.

MC: I hope I’m just overthinking it.

I shake my head and reach for my phone, intending to call Victor to confirm the press conference details. But at this moment, my phone coincidentally starts vibrating first.

Victor: Is the interview over?

MC: It’s already over. I was just about to call you.

MC: I’m on my way back to the office. I’ll head over as soon as I’ve got the documents sorted.

Victor: Alright, the time remains the same. Be careful on the road.

Victor: By the sound of your voice, it seems like things are not that simple?

MC: You’re right…

I heave a sigh and recount to Victor what happened at the press conference just now, and also share my own vague sense of unease.

Victor: Don’t worry too much about it for now. Since he will be involved in redevelopment-related matters, there will be opportunities to interact with him in the future.

Goldman: CEO, outside…

Suddenly, Goldman’s hurried voice comes through the phone, followed by some loud noise. It’s only after a while that I hear Victor’s voice clearly again.

Victor: Something has come up. Come over after you’ve finished organizing the documents.

MC: Mm, see you later.

As soon as I hang up the phone, Anna’s name begins to flash on the screen. The next second after connecting the call, I hear an urgent voice on the other end of the line.

Anna: MC, something’s happened.

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By the time I rush back to the company, there are already many people gathered at the entrance. At the far end, I can see Anna standing in front of two men dressed in suits, frantically explaining something.

MC: Anna, what’s going on?

Anna: These two people claiming to be employees from the City Hall came with documents, demanding to take away all our entries and reports regarding the Loveland City Redevelopment Project.

As soon as the two men hear my name, they immediately turn their gaze toward me. The two tall figures stand rooted in place, exuding an intangible sense of intimidation.

I suppress the bewilderment in my heart and meet the opponent’s chilly gaze with a straight face.

MC: I’m the person in charge of [MC’s Company Name].

City Hall Staff: Miss MC, is it?

City Hall Staff: This is an investigation regarding the Loveland City Redevelopment Project. Please cooperate with us.

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【CH 44-6】

The midday sun is shining fiercely, bright, and even a bit blinding. The oppressive air feels as if it’s pressing down on everyone’s chest, making it difficult to breathe.

I take a step forward and fearlessly meet the opponent’s gaze.

MC: Before proceeding, please let me verify your identities.

The investigator, clad in a suit, appears to have been ready for this and promptly retrieves a document from his briefcase.

City Hall Staff: This is our investigation order.

City Hall Staff: Signed by Mr. Meng himself, so we’re kindly asking for Miss MC’s cooperation.

As I take the document, the black text on the white paper makes my heart stutter.

“The City Hall’s Coordinated Investigation Order on [MC’s Company Name].”

Looking at the City Hall’s stamp and Meng Chang’s excessively neat signature in the lower right corner, my heart can’t help but sink.

This investigation order is indeed real.

But seeing how suddenly this investigation has been issued, I can’t help feeling that the other party was planning and preparing for it for a long time… I purse my lips and return the investigation order.

MC: May I ask how we should cooperate?

City Hall Staff: We need your company to provide, including but not limited to: the planning proposal, project plan, financial transaction proof, and complete files of relevant responsible personnel.

City Hall Staff: Once all the documents have been verified, you can collect them autonomously from the City Hall within ten working days following the completion of the investigation.

City Hall Staff: During the investigation period, relevant personnel must maintain immediate real-time communication to promptly confirm any pertinent information.

The other party answers my question like repeating a math formula.

The situation before me has made me realize that continuing to ask more questions would be simply pointless. It would be better to first see what the other party actually wants to do.

After contemplating for a while, I give a nod in Anna’s direction.

MC: Anna, please take them to retrieve the necessary documents.

MC: The two officers are simply following the protocols for an issued investigation, and I’m sure the materials will be returned to us soon.

Anna: …okay. Please follow me.

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Anna leads the two of them into the office, and shortly after, a few more formally dressed people also flood in through the doorway.

By the time they walk out of the office, their arms are already heavy with documents.

A consistent and heavy sound can be heard ringing on the floor, reverberating in the ears of everyone present.

As the last footsteps fade away at the end of the hallway, the long-suppressed chatters in the office also erupt.

The minute whispers are accompanied by overflowing doubts, creating a pervasive atmosphere of unease.

I purse my lips tightly and force myself to calm down. Although it’s understandable for everyone to feel anxious due to the unexpected turn of events, I must not panic no matter what.

Allowing everyone to speculate randomly will only exacerbate the situation. Plus… if the investigation was actually designed, the current situation is precisely what the other party wanted to see.

After inhaling deeply, I walk briskly to the center of the office and clap my hands.

MC: Everyone, there’s no need to worry. The investigation is simply a routine inspection to cooperate with the redevelopment work, and it’s not intentionally targeting anyone.

Hearing what I said, the crowd around me lapses into silence.

MC: During my interview with Mr. Meng Chang in the morning, he stated that he intends to conduct a thorough investigation for the reconstruction work.

MC: All companies engaged in Loveland City will cooperate with the investigation to facilitate the next work steps.

MC: I apologize for not syncing this information with you all promptly. Keep up the good work, everyone!

It seems like they have accepted the reason I came up with on the spur of the moment. The clamors dissipate, and everyone gradually returns to work, as if the previous commotion was just an interlude.

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Anna helps me to smooth things over. Once the situation has temporarily returned to normal, she discreetly pulls me back to the office, with a look of undisguised concern on her face.

Anna: Although we knew that a new official would be eager to make his mark, this Meng Chang’s actions are too extreme… I have never seen someone coming in and immediately issuing an order to investigate another person’s company.

MC: Don’t be angry, Anna. Anyway, we’ve done nothing wrong, so we shouldn’t be afraid of being falsely accused. Let them investigate thoroughly.

MC: However, the upcoming work related to Loveland City Redevelopment Project is likely to be quite troublesome.

MC: Send me the relevant plans later, and we’ll figure out our next steps after looking into it.

Anna: Okay, I’ll sort it out now.

As I watch Anna’s gradually receding figure, my brows finally can’t help from creasing into a frown.

Although the investigation itself does indeed hold water, the underlying reason does not withstand scrutiny.

Moreover, conducting such an extensive investigation with great fanfare, if nothing is found, could result in resentment from other companies involved in the redevelopment.

Unless… the other party is trying to obtain their desired outcome through the investigation?

If so, what exactly is it they want?

Numerous possibilities are entangled in my mind, but I can’t seem to grasp a single clue.

I knead my aching temples and glance down at the clock. It’s almost time to go to LFG for the report.

After the report is over, I’ll tell Victor about this. Perhaps he can help me disentangle the connections involved.

At this moment, out of nowhere, a news article pops up on my phone screen unannounced.

News: “Meng Chang enters a lengthy discussion with LFG! Suspected to conduct an in-depth investigation into the reconstruction plan!”

The huge headline is particularly eye-grabbing, and although the comment section below the news has been banned, countless reposts can still be seen.

I feel a tightening in my chest and immediately turn around, walking swiftly toward the door.

When I arrive at the entrance of LFG, journalists who have rushed over hearing the news are already crowded around the nearby street corners, waiting for first-hand information.

Even though the employees are in a rush, it’s evident that LFG is operating in an orderly fashion, indicating that the sudden investigation has not caused any disruption.

I walk upstairs, and turning the corner, I hear Goldman’s voice.

Goldman: In order to access the documents, we must wait for CEO Victor’s arrangements. Until his arrangements are made, please follow me to the lounge.

The four people across from Goldman are also dressed in suits and leather shoes, identical to the ones who arrived earlier to conduct a search at my company.

My heart can’t help but hang in the air again, prompting me to quicken my pace.

This hallway adorned with exquisite carpets, which I have walked down countless times before, seems especially long at this moment.

As I approach the end of the road, an elusive tension seems to permeate the atmosphere.

—

The moment I push the door open, the intense smell of a close battle assaults my senses. And there is Meng Chang’s amiable side profile that catches my attention.

Meng Chang: I wonder what CEO Victor thinks of what I said just now?

Meng Chang doesn’t seem to have noticed my arrival, as he speaks with an elevated tone while a sinister grin hangs on his lips that makes one’s hair stand on end.

Victor, standing at a distance, sees me and gestures with his eyes for me to remain silent.

Victor: Given that Mr. Meng is also in charge of the investigations, there is no valid reason for LFG to refuse.

Meng Chang continuously nods his head, seemingly satisfied with the outcome before him.

Meng Chang: I had heard before coming here that CEO Victor is an excellent cooperative partner, and today’s meeting with you has indeed proved it to be true.

Meng Chang: I also believe that the investigation results on LFG will not disappoint me.

Victor: I don’t really care about whether you will be disappointed or not.

Victor: And nor has LFG ever been obliged to please everyone.

Victor softly taps on the desk with one hand, his indifferent voice steady yet sharp.

Another tense silence ensues, causing one to be on edge. Meng Chang’s expression also becomes a little awkward.

He darts his eyes left and right, seemingly wanting to change the topic, and just then, his attention is drawn to me standing at the doorway.

Meng Chang: Aren’t you… Miss MC who interviewed me in the morning? I didn’t expect that we’d meet so soon.

Meng Chang’s eyes glide past Victor and rest on me. The inscrutable tone hidden behind his smile involuntarily causes a sense of apprehension to rise within me.

I purse my lips and subconsciously walk over to Victor while maintaining a calm demeanor.

MC: I also didn’t expect to meet you again so soon, Mr. Meng.

Meng Chang: Is Miss MC here to see CEO Victor too?

MC: You seem to be quite forgetful for a person of great wits. LFG is an investor in [MC’s Company Name], and we have many business transactions to deal with.

Upon hearing my words, Meng Chang's face lights up with a look of sudden realization.

Meng Chang: That’s right, that’s right. Miss MC’s company is also invested in by LFG.

Meng Chang: Oh no, the routine investigation this morning shouldn’t have affected your work, right?

MC: Their documents were valid and legitimate, and they also had Mr. Meng’s signature, so we naturally cooperated.

Meng Chang: That’s good to hear. However, I didn’t inform CEO Victor beforehand about this investigation. I wonder if he will be…

Victor lifts his eyebrows gently, not saying a word.

Meng Chang makes a small bow, as if he is genuinely conveying an apology.

Meng Chang: It’s my fault for not considering all the factors. According to regulations, I indeed should have informed CEO Victor first.

Meng Chang: But CEO Victor, please understand that I had no choice.

Meng Chang chuckles softly and adjusts his clothes as if nothing is wrong.

Meng Chang: I’ve already got concrete evidence of wrongdoings for the company under investigation, [MC’s Company Name].

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【CH 44-7】

The calm words are akin to a sudden clap of thunder, shattering the fragile balance maintained in the room.

MC: I’m unsure as to the source of Mr. Meng’s information. I wonder if there may have been some misunderstanding?

MC: Although our company has been involved in the redevelopment project, we have never had any conduct that violated the regulations!

Meng Chang nods, changing his expression to adopt a sincere one.

Meng Chang: Right. Actually, I also think there is a misunderstanding here. After all, [MC’s Company Name] has a great reputation in the city.

Meng Chang: However, when it comes to our job, the most important thing is the “evidence.” If there is concrete evidence, we have no choice but to investigate.

Meng Chang retrieves an old-fashioned cell phone from his pocket, repeatedly rubbing the surface of his thick leather glove against its buttons.

He holds up his phone, and the small LCD screen displays a vast array of open account details. Alongside it is an extensive list of overseas transfer transaction statements.

Meng Chang: As you can see, every transaction of funds from Loveland City Hall is made public in the community.

Meng Chang: Just three days ago, Miss MC’s company received a sum of money that was deposited to the company’s account, and it was then allocated to various projects as usual.

Meng Chang: However, the money that was originally intended to be allocated to different projects disappeared overseas after undergoing a series of account transfers.

Meng Chang: CEO Victor, you should know what this represents.

Meng Chang’s gaze casually sweeps over Victor, waiting for his response.

Victor: This represents that this company may be involved in major violations.

Victor walks up to my side with absolute composure, giving the other party a chilly stare.

Victor: Mr. Meng, since you’re aware of the relationship between [MC’s Company Name] and LFG––

Victor: Then you should also know what the accusation you just made implies.

Victor’s tone is almost flat, and there isn’t even the slightest trace of wavering in his voice.

An immense sense of oppression rapidly spreads through the room, causing the atmosphere to become so tense that the air begins to feel thin.

Meng Chang puts away his phone and resumes his previous composed posture.

Meng Chang: CEO Victor, there’s no need to feel anxious. As I said before, I also have some personal reservations about this matter. After all, this sum of money is not even worth mentioning in front of LFG.

Meng Chang: Besides, since Miss MC is the boss, it’s inevitable to have some oversight in managing the subordinates from her standing.

Meng Chang: So, there must be some malicious individuals behind this incident, isn’t that right?

Meng Chang’s tone is sincere, as if he truly doesn’t believe that the two of us would engage in anything illegal.

Meng Chang: There will definitely be numerous collaborations between the City Hall and LFG in the future, so considering it as doing a personal favor might be worth it.

MC: Mr. Meng, do you mind being a little more explicit with your words?

Meng Chang’s roundabout probing words make me unable to resist addressing the topic directly.

Meng Chang: I only need a result.

Meng Chang narrows his eyes, calmly looking at Victor before him.

The corners of Victor’s lip twitch slightly, and then he lifts his chin with an air of arrogance.

Victor: But it’s the responsibility of the City Hall to seek the results.

Victor: The request Mr. Meng proposed doesn’t seem to be in accordance with the rules.

Meng Chang: …the rules?

Upon hearing Victor’s words, a smile appears on Meng Chang’s face.

Meng Chang: If Mr. Victor were such a compliant person, perhaps he wouldn’t be sitting in the position he is in today.

Meng Chang: Efficiency is always the top priority to me, especially considering…

MC: [cuts him off immediately]  Especially considering that my company has just collaborated with the City Hall to produce a promotional program.

MC: If you were to start investigating at this moment, the citizens would likely begin to question the competence of City Hall, right?

Seeing that the other party is about to start speaking in convoluted official language again, I immediately interrupt Meng Chang.

Victor frowns slightly, and I turn my head to give him a reassuring look.

Although the current situation is very critical, as Victor said, the responsibility for any errors or negligence in this matter does not lie with us.

Since it was deliberately set up by someone else, being in haste to clear ourselves may actually lead us to fall into their trap. At this time, it would be better to take a step back and turn the situation to our advantage.

This could not only help to dismantle the current situation, but also potentially ferret out the person who is pulling the strings behind the scenes.

And Meng Chang seems to be surprised by my getting right to the point like this, revealing a hint of astonishment.

Meng Chang: Miss MC, your words always catch me by surprise.

Meng Chang: Alright. In brief, as long as you guys can find the person responsible for this and recover the money involved, you will be able to absolve yourself of suspicion.

I look into the other party’s eyes, trying to calm my heart as much as possible.

MC: What about the timeframe?

Meng Chang: I can give you a week.

Meng Chang: If you can’t find this person within a week, I’m afraid I’ll have to meet the two of you every day.

Victor: We don’t need that long; three days is enough.

Victor blinks in a leisurely manner, his eyebrows arched sharply like a blade.

Victor: I believe Mr. Meng doesn’t want this issue to drag on for too long, either.

Meng Chang: From the looks of it, CEO Victor seems very confident, so I won’t inquire further.

Meng Chang: Although this isn’t a formal investigation, I hope that the two of you won’t leave the city. I’ll arrange for my subordinates to ensure your safety, in case any “bad guys” show up.

Meng Chang: I’ll be waiting to hear good news from CEO Victor.

Victor: You can see yourself out.

Victor turns sideways, and his silent figure is outlined by the light, which is his response at this moment.

With a steady gait, Meng Chang slowly walks toward the door, but just as he is about to step out, he turns around and says:

Meng Chang: By the way, there’s actually a personal reason why I don’t want the people from City Hall to get involved.

Meng Chang: Aside from my fondness for Evolvers, I also really like smart people.

The sound of Meng Chang’s laughter resonates through the room, akin to the invisible sword of Damocles.

The suffocating sense of oppression that follows the laughter lingers in the room for a long, long time.

—

Victor and I get into the speeding car, and the street scene outside the window continues to retreat in the rearview mirror.

The person driving the car is not the usual familiar driver, but instead is the “bodyguard” Meng Chang has assigned for us.

Although I understand that this is a deliberate form of monitoring us, the most important thing now is finding a solution to the problem.

I unlock my phone, and unsurprisingly, there are already several missed calls.

I immediately call back and hear Kiki and the girls’ voices on the other end of the phone.

Kiki: Boss, rumors are circulating outside that we've made illegal profits in the Loveland City Redevelopment Project.

MC: Don’t be anxious. I already know about the situation. No need to pay attention to the rumors outside. Right now, we have more pressing matters at hand to deal with.

MC: Kiki, contact the media outlets we are acquainted with and have them focus on who has been promoting these topics recently.

MC: Anna, keep an eye on what’s going on in the company and send me the list of employees who have left recently or seem suspicious.

MC: Afterwards, you guys just go about your normal work and leave the rest to me.

After meticulously arranging everything that needs to be done, I lay back on the seat, feeling a wave of exhaustion washing over me.

Victor: Your response just now was good.

Victor: I thought a certain someone would be flustered, but you were much calmer than I had imagined.

I turn sideways to look at Victor. His lips have a gentle curve to them, and his resolute gaze is filled with an expression of trust.

There has always been something about this man that makes one feel invincible, and this feeling sustains me at every moment.

Without realizing it, I reach out and take hold of his hand, subconsciously stroking his palm.

MC: I told you, I’ve grown up quite a bit.

MC: Moreover, compared to all the things encountered before, these are nothing.

My phone suddenly buzzes. Picking it up, I find that Anna has already sent me the list of names she has compiled.

There haven’t been many employee changes in the recent period, so it doesn’t take me long to go through all the lists of changes.

My gaze sweeps over the form, and I quickly lock onto a person.

I bring the screen closer to Victor, pointing at the ordinary-looking photo on the form with the name “Chen Hui” written next to it.

Victor: What’s your reasoning?

MC: This person has been working for the company for more than half a year and has been responsible for matters related to the Loveland City Redevelopment Project. He appears to rarely interact with others.

MC: But according to what Anna and others said, he suddenly disappeared a few days ago, and the police went to his registered address but couldn’t find him.

After hearing my words, Victor nods and then taps on his own phone.

Victor: The person you mentioned just now, we can focus on him.

Victor: However, we can’t rule out the possibility of other suspects, so I will assign people to investigate them too.

Victor: Regardless of who the other party is, one thing we can be certain of - this matter is far from over.

MC: You mean, their real intention is not what it appears to be?

Victor nods, his gaze steady and powerful.

Victor: The sudden appearance of this oversight indicates that someone must have done it intentionally.

Victor: However, the trick played isn’t sufficient to cause actual harm to you or the interests of LFG.

I nod. Thinking along Victor’s train of thought, I feel that my outlook on this matter has suddenly expanded.

MC: You’re right…

MC: If this matter was planned in advance, it indicates that the “rat” had already been planted in my company a while ago. 

MC: This incident must have gone through a long period of planning and design, and they chose today as the opportunity to detonate it!

And there aren’t that many people who are capable of accomplishing a task like this.

Could it be GR? Or is it Poseidon, who managed to escape under Victor’s subordinates and whose identity still remains a mystery?

If this indeed were to be the case, what would be their purpose? Could it be because of the CORE in my body?

Or perhaps they are using this event to lay the groundwork for an even deeper conspiracy?

For instance, their target perhaps is Victor himself?

MC: Victor, if other motives are involved, could it be that what the other party truly wants is…

Before the words can exit from my parted lips, they are curbed by the expression in Victor’s eyes.

His gaze shifts slightly, meeting the eyes of the man driving at the front. An icy warmth flits across the corners of his lips, as if warning me to hold off on speaking for a while.

City Hall Bodyguard: Excuse me, CEO Victor, where will you go next?

The person seated in the front passenger seat seems slightly embarrassed upon noticing our eyes upon them.

Victor: Turn right at the next intersection.

Victor straightens his cuffs and speaks in a calm tone.

I subconsciously turn my head to look out the window. The sight of the familiar buildings and streets outside makes me blink in confusion.

This is the road to Souvenir.

Seemingly sensing my puzzlement, Victor leans in and approaches me. His breath stirs the locks of hair on my temple.

Victor: I’ve been looking at a certain dummy’s anxious face for too long. It’s time to get her to put on a different expression.

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[Part 2]: Here!

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[taetaespeaches]

“You’ve been holding out on me, Min.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff; slightly crack honestly word count: 1.8K

a/n: So remember when Yoongi, Jin, and Jimin played Just Dance a while back? Well, this is inspired from that. Yoongi and Kid are just being their soft playful selves as they play a bit of Just Dance together. It’s honestly so dumb hahaha. But I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading! :))

As a grown woman, maybe spending your Friday evening playing Just Dance alone wasn’t the coolest activity you could be doing. Then again, maybe it was. Afterall, you were an absolute ace at the PrimaDonna dance.

Singing along as you went through the moves, suddenly, your front door opened, your focus leaving the TV screen as your wide eyes met Yoongi’s tired ones across the room. It was a matter of a seconds, hell, milliseconds, before his lips curved up into a gummy smile at your expense.

“Jesus, Kid,” he chuckled amusedly, “is this what you do when I’m not here?”

Holding back a smile of your own by biting down on the inside of your lower lip, you shook your head, causing Yoongi to only smile even wider as he shut the door. “Only on Friday nights,” you joked, Yoongi tossing his head back in laughter.

“I was not expecting to find you like this,” he told you through his amusement, you finally cracking a smile as you giggled.

“Well perhaps you weren’t supposed to come home early and catch me in this compromising position,” you countered sassily.

Yoongi raised his hands above his head in mock surrender just before kicking his shoes off. “Not compromising, just surprising,” he corrected with a small smile. Walking toward you, he nodded to the screen. “Go ahead,” he beamed. “Show me what you got.”

Cocking your head at him, you let a small chuckle slip out before nodding in acceptance. “I will then,” you told him, focusing back on the game as you tried to find your place. The song was heading into the bridge and the final chorus when you jumped back into the choreography, your boyfriend taking a seat on the floor to the side of the living room.

“Got you wrapped around my finger babe,” you sang along to the song, Yoongi’s eyes glued to you as you blew him a kiss, which was a perfectly placed part of the choreography. Scoffing at you, the man’s mouth spread into a fond smile as he continued staring at you.

As the song picked up for the final chorus, the game telling you to run in place as you moved your arms back and forth quickly above your head, you couldn’t help but laugh in response to your boyfriend’s burst of giggles at your ridiculous dancing.

“Wow,” he cheered happily, dragging the word out as you danced along. “You’re actually really good at this,” he said in what almost seemed like surprise.

“Of course I am,” you agreed defensively through a smile. “You should see me do Rasputin,” you added, Yoongi letting leaning to the side as he nearly crumbled to the floor in laughter. “Don’t make me laugh, I’m trying to get five stars here,” you yelled out to him as he continued giggling quietly at you.

“You took like a two-minute break, there’s no way you’re getting even three stars,” he countered playfully, you squealing as you went through the moves even more intensely, trying to build your score up.

However, your efforts were futile when you caught Yoongi out of the corner of your eye minimally going through the moves on the screen, barely giving any effort as he lightly swayed his arms back and forth. Stopping your motions almost completely, you turned toward Yoongi to watch him.

“Yes, King, give me nothing,” you teased, the man looking to you with a challenging expression, his eyes slightly widened.

“Well give me something groovy,” he nodded to the screen, your orbs widening in response this time.

Pointing to the television, you repeated his words. “Something groovy? Ok, I see you Grampa Min, let’s see what you can do,” you grinned as Yoongi began to stand up.

Completely voiding your own score, you quickly set up the dance you already had in mind for your funky little dancer man. As he shed himself of his jacket, tossing it on the couch behind you both, he turned to the screen to find Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! by ABBA starting.

Yoongi began chuckling in realization, his shoulders shaking as he let his head fall forward just slightly. “Ok, ok, ok,” he collected himself, pulling his shirt sleeves up his forearm. Preparing to play the game, he rolled his head back and forth from shoulder to shoulder to play up the seriousness of the situation. “You know me well,” he noted, commenting on the perfect song selection. Smirking to yourself you took a seat where Yoongi was previously sat watching you, settling in to enjoy the show Yoongi was about to put on for you.

Getting into character, he sat on the couch, looking around the room in feigned boredom to mimic the avatar on screen, already sending you into fits of giggles. Suddenly, he broke out into the choreography, swinging his arm in a circular motion with a swivel of his hips.

As you cheered in excitement, Yoongi held back the laugh that was threatening to leave his lips, scrunching his face up in an attempt to look serious. “Whoah!” You yelled, as Yoongi nodded cockily, going through the moves almost too perfectly. “Main dancer Suga didn’t come to fucking play,” you shouted out, causing Yoongi to break his composure as he shyly laughed, keeping his focus on the screen.

His attempts to ignore you were useless as you continued to hype him up throughout the song, never leaving much time between your playful cheers.

When the disco instrumental came in towards the end of the song, you couldn’t help but fall against the floorboards as you laughed. The choreography showed out with some of the most Yoongi-esque moves of the entire dance.

“Yes, King, give me everything,” you cheered to him, the man crumbling instantly at the comment as he silently laughed before screeching in exhilaration.

“Ah, Kid,” he complained through an exaggerated scream as he tried to get back into the dance but struggled to find his place as he continued to laugh. “I was on my way to a perfect score,” he whined through his amusement.

Placing your hand over your mouth, you promised not to make any more comments, the man smiling widely at your childish antics. Suddenly showing how winded he had become, he huffed. “Fuck, how long is this dance?” He continued to grumble, only making you giggle even more.

When he finally finished the dance, pulling a pretty damn decent score, he fell back against the sofa as you stood up. “This has to be one of the stupidest things we’ve ever done,” he vouched, you giggling as you chose the next song.

“I know, I love it,” you giggled, Yoongi sighing just before chuckling once again.

“Another one?” He questioned in exasperation as you turned around to glare at him, still manspreading on the sofa as he took a deep breath.

“Yes, now get up and dance with me,” you whined as you reached out for his hand and tugged on it, the man feigning reluctance as he stood way too easily for someone who was actually disinclined to do another number.

And when he realized the dance you selected was Havana, he let out a cute “oooh,” in anticipation.

Starting the dance, you both stayed focused on the screen, not giving each other much acknowledgment as your playful competition commenced. However, when you got to the pre-chorus, Yoongi began singing along with the “Ooh’s” in the song, and you couldn’t help but sneak a glance, catching him amid a sexy little hip move as he smoothly moved his arms.

“Oh my god,” you squealed, “show me what those hips can do,” you teased, Yoongi smiling with a scoff, though he stayed focused on the dance.

Giggling to yourself, you tried to turn your attention back to the screen but Yoongi was proving to be quite the distraction as he wiggled his hips both adorably and seductively and sang along to the chorus.

“What the fuck, why are you so good at this?” You giggled, Yoongi chuckling as he looked toward you for a brief moment.

“Am I taking this too serious?” He pondered with a gummy grin as you tossed your head back in laughter.

“No, I’m just impressed,” you clarified as you continued to carelessly go through the moves, most of your attention on your boyfriend.

“Yeah?” He asked excitedly, his eyebrows raising. “You like this?” He teased alluringly.

“I do actually,” you replied while biting your lip, turning toward him, casting the game aside. “You got a nice pair of hips on you, are they real?” You teased, Yoongi snorting in response.

“Are they real?” He repeated your question in slight confusion.

“You didn’t sneak around and get a hip replacement, did you, Grampa?” You joked slyly, the man instantly sighing before his shoulders began to shake as he laughed in defeat. “No but really, you’ve been holding out on me, Min,” you teased. It took Yoongi another moment before he realized you were no longer dancing, the man looking to you with a quick turn of his head, shooting you a wide-eyed look.

“What?” He asked, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Wait, really? That did something for you?” He asked in shock, you holding back a laugh at his reaction. “Shit, come here,” he grinned, stepping toward you as his hands found the sides of your face, pulling you into a kiss.

Giggling against his lips, he smiled into the kiss as he led you to the sofa, Havana still playing in the background though neither of you paid it any attention. When your legs hit the couch, you sat back against the cushions, Yoongi hovering over you as he chased your lips.

Shoving against his chest, you directed him to take a seat before you quickly swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. He smirked up at you as his hands rested on your upper thighs as you leaned toward him, catching his lips in a heated kiss. Your hands were positioned on his shoulders, sliding up his neck when the song finally ended, Yoongi breaking the kiss to look around your frame quickly.

“Wait,” he smiled, giggling slightly. “Did that actually do something for you or were you just distracting me from destroying you in that round?” He asked, you looking behind you to see your one star compared to his three.

Looking back to him, you smirked. “Mhmm,” you nodded, refusing to give him a clear answer before attaching your lips to his once again, Yoongi chuckling into the meeting.

“Such a brat,” he whispered against your lips just before deepening the kiss. When his hands squeezed your thighs, sending butterflies throughout your body, neither of you no longer cared how you ended up in your current position, you on his lap as your lips trailed to his neck.

As much fun as Just Dance was for a Friday night activity, the current one was just a bit more exciting. It was time for Yoongi to show you exactly what those hips could do.

[debbiebeary]

Disgust and Ecstacey

3

Hayden’s belly jiggled and wobbled violently in the dim, hippy light of the room. The combination of the incense and marijuana haze made the doughy expanse of his body appear even softer and more rounded. The curtains were slightly drawn and in the light was a smoky beam, the rest of the room was lit by red string lights and a few kitschy lamps.

In Hayden’s chunky arms, arms with those beautiful biceps that mushed up against his moobs into a cellulity pillow, he carried Ben and Jerries, peanut butter sandwiches, and some bananas (hey, digestion is important, ok?)

“Alright little britches” said Hayden, time to get to three hundred!” He said as his uncovered belly, lightly shined with sweat, surged forward even more as he added to the snacks already present on the table (chocolate, korean fried chicken and potato chips).

Dillon laughed.

“Oh come on I only reached two fifty yesterday!”

“Only two fifty!?” Cried a voice from across the swirling aromatic haze.

“Only two fifty?!” He repeated, standing up and revealing his own two hundred seventy pound form, he put his meaty paws onto his lightly dark furred, pear shaped body and gave it a strong jiggle, “That’s forty pounds since you arrived, it’s only been a month and a half! If you keep it up you’ll be bigger than me!”

Dillon looked down at his stretchmark covered gut and heaving moobs, which themselves had stretchmarks emerging near the armpits and also stretchmarks on his biceps too. His growth surely exceeded his own expectations. And it didn’t help that Garry, whom was the coffee shops resident chaser turned chub himself, was always feeding Dillon super creamy specialty coffees free of charge throughout his shift.

“Yeah. Who knows,” he began, a smug grin forming between his fattening cheeks and burgeoning double chin, both beginning to dominate his features even under his thickening beard, “perhaps I will hit three hundred.”

“Well it isn’t a matter of ‘if’, it’s a matter of ‘when’. And either way,” Hayden paused to toke the joint he just lit, stifling a cough before he continued, “either way, you gotta eat to make that happen, pig.” And without warning he took a peanut butter sandwich and crammed into an unsuspecting Dillon’s fattening maw. Garry wore a lascivious smirk on his face as he yet again watched Hayden work his gluttonous magic on Dillon.

“Remember!” the three hundred fifty pound blonde stud mumbled after tearing a massive chunk out of his own sandwich, “we match each other bite for bite, no matter what” he continued, swallowing the mouthful into his growling, churning tank, giving it an emphatic slap.

Dillon chewed and swallowed his own mouthful,

“Yes big bear-“

But he was interrupted by Hayden once again plugging his airways with the second half of the sandwich.

Dillon could feel the scale shattering beneath his feet already.

Again and again, handfuls of chocolate brownies, of chips, fried chicken (with an inspired melted Velveeta American cheese dip) were shoved into the awaiting Dillon's mouth by the bronze skinned, blonde haired hunky blob. Though Garry was the bottom, Hayden, a versatile boy who when he was a top, was a very dominant top. This extended to feeding.

Though Hayden was attracted to Dillon, he found force feeding him aggressively to be somehow even more… penetrating. More satisfying than the thought of fucking him ever could be. He was morphing Dillon’s body, potentially towards a permanent absolution. He may never go back to the way he was before the summer began.

Dillon could see the twisted thrill in Hayden’s eyes as he crammed in handful after handful and despite the overstuffed pain in his abdomen he kept opening his mouth, begging again and again for the ruin of his once athletic form.

Hayden had heard tales of the pretentious condescension of Brian. Of his prideful taste in skinny boys, his carbon-copied preferences. In this a dark desire lay, one in which to sever Dillon from his obnoxious fuckbuddy. All he would need were calories and time.

Of which he incidentally had both.

“Damn Hayden, you’re turning him into a blimp!”

“Bwaaap!” Was Hayden’s guttural reply, “ugh, fuck. S’cuse me! Turning myself into a blimp while I’m at it too, don’t ya think Gerry boy?”

Gerry was too busy drooling at them both with big horny puppy eyes to respond, but Hayden’s smile curled with smug deviousness.

Eventually the snacks dwindled until nothing was left and Dillon's already stretchmark laden gut was now bright red and itchy with swelling.

Hayden smacked Dillon’s belly, causing him to wince,

“Fuck!”

“Sorry fatboy, couldn’t help myself, you look like you got a full litter in there.”

“Yeah. A hundred food babies in one. Feel like imma puke.”

Hayden snatched a lit joint that Gerry was enjoying and popped it in Dillon’s mouth, Dillon sucked in frantically,

“Make yourself useful, Gerry. Rub his belly with some of that CBD/tiger balm concoction I made, can’t have him purging all these beautiful calories now can we?”

“N-no sir!” Said Gerry, Gerry always turned into a bitch when Hayden threw his weight around.

“Good boy. Alright Dillon, just hold tight,”

“Uuuuhh. Ok. No I can have that last drumstick then we’re done, I’d rather get this over with and just have some cuddles after.”

“Yeah alright, big dude.”

Hayden let Dillon sink his teeth into the glistening red drumstick, courtesy of the local fried chicken restaurant, Han Ten, Han for the name of the chubby korean bear who owned the pace, ten for ten different glazes. Toasted Perilla, butter honey, spicy, lemon, sweet and sour etcetera. They even had a Ghanaian spicy peanut butter based sauce that was a real zinger. But the one they had was the hybrid honey butter/gochujang ketchup, the K-Supreme with American Cheese Dip, toasted garlic chips and green onions to finish, Dillon’s favourite thing in the world besides Hayden’s succulent puckered-in belly button.

Dillon, after finishing the last bite, let out a rather meaty burp and panted out:

“That’s it, all done…” struggling to breathe, “but it isn’t as bad as last time, uuurap, I’m feeling waaay less sick now, Hayden?”

Hayden was in the kitchen, the fridge door shining it’s menacing white light upon Hayden’s summer- bronzed, food-speckled gut. When Hayden caught Dillon's eye reflected in it was his own evil scheming.

From the glowing gainers bastion of the fridge, like an amulet or treasure of untold power, Hayden withdrew a gallon of chocolate milk.

“Uurp! Fuck, no Hayden that’s pushing it too far! There is no way, mmmlf!”

“Hahaha, you like this funnel? Just got it,” but Dillon managed to spit it out

“Hayden no! Even splitting it it’s way too much for me! I’m too packed!”

Hayden’s face took on a demonic appearance as, with the sun now fully set, the red lights stretched the shadows across his face into l demented forms.

“Whoah, shit this is strong weed.” Dillon suddenly remarked,

“Yeah I cut it with a bit of salvia too, gives everything a nice… twinkle.”

“Well I’m not sure ooouhf!” Hayden shoved the tube back into Dillon's mouth,

“You didn’t let me finish… I’m not splitting this with you, you’re taking ALL OF IT!”

“Whoah, Hayden! You sure? He seems pretty full.”

“He’ll be fine once you get your lips wrapped around his cock, Garry.”

Garry grew quiet.

“RIGHT GERRY!?!”

“Yes sir…”

“Good boy… ok Dillon, open up your throat and GUZZLE! Garry. Uh. Do the same.”

As Garry face planted Dillon’s dick, Dillon was reinvigorated and began to suck down the sweet chocolaty goodness. Garry was a master, sucking Dillon’s meaty head, flicking his slit with his tongue, and deepthroating him like a pro, he never let Dillon get used to his w and was building up to a climax rapidly.

“Yeah you fat fuck, we keep this up you’ll be 400 in no time.”

Dillon moaned. The Gallon was now only half.

“Come on tubbs, you know you want it, you want to beach yourself on the couch and eat and smoke and drink until you’re nothing but a big fat whale.” The gallon was empty but still Dillon sucked on the tube.

“Greedy pig. You still want more?”

withdrawing the tube from Dillon’s mouth, his tortured stomach released a torrent of pressure as Dillon sprayed out a fat wet belch which rolled across the hazy apartment like thunder.

“UUURRRRP!”

In the same moment Hayden, smirking demonically, leaned down and pinched Dillon’s nipple, Dillon convulsed and shot his load, hosing down Garry’s throat with his seed.

“FUUUUCK!” He screamed in agonizing pleasure.

Garry nearly choked on Dillon’s load.

“Holy fuck. Looks like Dillon isn’t the only one that sucked down a gallon of sweet nectar, eh Garry?”

Garry let out a burp of his own before responding.

“I’d say it’s rather more savory but yeah. Basically.”

“Come on, help this fat fuck up, I wanna weigh him.”

“Urrp, fuck guys won’t you give me a second?”

“No fucking way, I wanna see the damage we did, let’s go tubbs!”

After laboring them to the bathroom, they made him stand unaided, swaying dizzily under his own strength after a few minutes of assistance, finally the scale read out its deliberation.

Hayden screamed in disbelief:

“FUCK ME! Two sixty five!?!”

[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

70s Jimercury

I know this was completed brilliantly by another anon, but I wanted to give it a try myself because it’s such a funny prompt. Credit goes to the anon who came up with this.

Warning for some outdated language regarding gay people (e.g., queer, homosexual, etc.)

‘In my defence,’ said Roger, as the car went over a speed bump and he temporarily lost his balance, almost ending up on Brian’s lap, ‘it was John who dared me to put chewing gum in your hair, so technically this is all his fault.’

‘Don’t even talk to me.’ Brian growled, his expression so dark it made Roger feel like a ghost had passed through him. ‘You’re lucky Miami was able to get me this appointment at such short notice. If he hadn’t, you and Deacy would be arriving to that photoshoot tonight in a hearse.’

‘You’re breaking my heart, Bri.’ Roger yawned, leaning back in his seat. ‘Don’t get your knickers in a twist; the nice barber man will trim your bush and you’ll be good as new for your close up.’

‘Oh yeah, with a whopping great bald patch!’

‘Such a pessimist. Trust me; one day we’ll be sitting on my front lawn, sipping tea, and laughing about this.’

Brian’s face remained bland as a stone.

‘Oh, cheer up, would you?’ The drummer threw up his arms in defeat. ‘We already have one miserable bastard in this band, we don’t need another one.’

Brian sighed, staring out of the darkened window as his mind turned to their ailing frontman. Freddie hadn’t been the same since his breakup with David Minns. David was, after all, his first proper love; he had given Freddie the courage to finally come to terms with who he really was and end his fraudulent relationship with Mary. There was something about David that brought Freddie to life in a way that Brian had never seen before. When David was around, he glowed with an energy that didn’t seem humanly possible.

But all relationships have their ups and downs. Freddie never went into detail about the rows that occurred between he and David, but Brian had heard through the grapevine that there were several contributing factors to the breakup, ranging from Freddie's strained relationship with his parents to arguments becoming physical. But the real catalyst came in the form of a blond American man named Joe Fanelli; and Freddie being Freddie, he just couldn’t resist temptation when it was offered up to him on a silver platter.

The aftermath of the separation had been…devastating to say the least. The spark in Freddie had almost vanished entirely, replaced with an emotionless husk. He had no motivation, not even to perform; his days were spent hidden away in his hotel room, refusing to emerge, even for the most basic necessities like food and water. And the others had no choice but to sit and watch his self-destruction.

‘We need to do something about him.’ Brian announced, as the car pulled up to the curb where security was already waiting for them. ‘It’s been two weeks and he’s barely shifted from that bed. We’ll need to stage a fucking intervention at this point.’

‘One problem at a time, Bri.’ Roger replied as the car door was pulled open. ‘Now hop it, Miami will eat us alive if we’re late.’

They made it into the Savoy without being detected by any lurking members of the public; Brian sighed in relief as he was led into the salon and all but collapsed in the barber chair. He just wanted to get his hair sorted and then leave as soon as possible. He was tired, he was hungry, and he felt fucking awful for making some poor underpaid hairdresser stay behind after hours to battle with his curly mop. He just hoped he’d be able to keep up with the endless questions that would undoubtedly be coming his way; after all, it wasn’t every day you got to trim a celebrity’s noggin, was it?

‘Alright lads?’ A thick, friendly Irish accent suddenly filled the room, and the two of them turned to see an average sized man with a dark, thick beard pop out from behind the counter, a large black gown draped on his arm and a toolbag under the other. ‘What can I do for you today?’

Brian motioned to the wad of gum stuck in his curls. ‘Going to need to take a chunk out of my head, I’m afraid. This one over hear thought it would be funny to use my skull as a school desk.’

‘It was a dare.’ Roger grumbled.

The man chuckled humorously. ‘Let’s have a look at it before we do anything rash.’ He draped the gown around Brian’s front, before opening up the toolbag and setting out the various instruments on the counter. ‘I’m Jim by the way.’

‘Brian. The smug twat sitting over there is Roger.’

Said twat pulled a face. ‘Oi!’

The first thing that struck Brian was that this fellow didn’t appear to recognise them at all. They chatted about nearly everything except music; and when the conversation turned to work and Jim asked what Brian did for a living, the guitarist was certain that someone was pulling his leg. Had Miami really managed to find the one barber in London who had no idea who Queen was?

‘We’re musicians.’ He replied, glancing in the mirror for any sign of recognition in Jim’s eyes. ‘We actually have our own band. Ever heard of Queen?’

The barber frowned slightly in thought. ‘Queen? Sorry, doesn’t ring any bells. I’m not really up to date with today’s music. Does your band perform locally?’

‘On occasion.’

‘Had any success?’

‘We do alright for ourselves.’ Brian glared at Roger as the drummer sniggered in the background.

‘Good news.’ Declared Jim, after ten minutes of fiddling about with Brian’s forest of curls. ‘I should be able to shift this with a bit of conditioner. No cutting needed.’

‘Are you serious?’ Brian could have kissed the man if he was that way inclined. ‘Mate, that’s fantastic.’

Jim excused himself to go into the back room, oblivious to the pair of narrowed blue eyes that followed him, studying every step. Roger, who had been silent throughout the exchange between the other two men, suddenly twiddled his fingers together like a Bond villain and quietly muttered, ‘queer.’

Brian stopped fussing with his hair long enough to turn towards him. ‘You what?’

‘Him.’ Roger pointed towards the door that Jim had just disappeared through. ‘Queer. I’d bet the Red Special on it.’

‘Roger, you can’t just go around calling people queer.’ Brian could feel his face heating up, praying the Irishman didn’t have sharp hearing. ‘Besides, how the bloody hell would you know if he’s queer or not? It’s not like he has it written on his forehead.’

‘Trust me, I know these things. Call it a sixth sense. Saw it coming from a mile away with Freddie.’

‘Did not.’

‘Did so, Brian. Unlike you, this sort of thing doesn’t fly over my head.’

Brian rolled his eyes. ‘Alright, let’s say he is queer. What’s that got to do with anything?’

‘Isn’t it obvious? He’d be perfect for Freddie.’

‘Seriously, Roger? You want to play matchmaker now? How exactly is he “perfect” for Freddie?’

‘He looks like Burt Reynolds, he spent ages gushing about his pet cat, and it’s pretty obvious he has no fucking idea who Queen are. Freddie’s always been a sucker for the average Joe.’

Brian opened his mouth to argue. Then he closed it again, immediately. Roger was…pretty damn spot on.

‘I say we get Freddie in here to meet him.’ Roger murmured, as Jim returned from the back room, bottle of conditioner in hand.

‘Sorry for the wait.’ The Irishman poured a dollop onto his palm, before carefully working it into the gum-infested locks. ‘Let’s see if we can get this bugger out.’

No less than five minutes later, the gum had been safely removed and Brian was a free man again. Miami had already covered the cost for the cut, but Brian insisted on leaving Jim a tip, eternally grateful that his pride and joy was still neatly intact. Maybe Roger had a point; Jim seemed like a decent bloke. Calm, friendly, ordinary in an endearing way. Broad and muscular like Freddie preferred, though not overly tall (though everyone was dwarfed in Brian’s presence.) And now that he thought about it, he did look a bit like Burt Reynolds…

‘You wouldn’t be able to do us a favour, would you Jim?’

‘Just name it.’ Jim replied, still staring gormlessly at the fifty-pound note in his hand.

‘We have a friend who’s in desperate need of a trim.’ The lie fell off Brian’s tongue so easily, it almost made him uncomfortable. ‘Would I be able to arrange an appointment for him with you next week? It would have to be after hours again, but-’

‘No problem.’ Jim quickly came to his sense and shoved the money in his pocket. ‘I can put him down for Friday if that works?’

‘Perfect! See you then.’

He all but dragged Roger out of the salon, wading through the small crowd of fans who had congregated outside the building after being tipped off about their presence, and quickly diving into the car waiting on the curb.

‘Not one word.’ He said between his teeth, as Roger flashed him a smirk that said, “I told you so.” (1/2)

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First of all, I am so sorry for posting this so late! I had a really busy day, and haven't had a moment to myself until now.

And now...

I FUCKING LOVE THIS! The earlier drabble by another anon was wonderful, and this one is equally good!

Lmao, I loved this line:

Brian motioned to the wad of gum stuck in his curls. ‘Going to need to take a chunk out of my head, I’m afraid. This one over hear thought it would be funny to use my skull as a school desk.’

Hahaha this was so damn funny, and sweet and oh god simply amazing!

(More drabbles by writer anon)

[fullsunhyuckie]

our story, right now

pairing: model!doyoung x stylist!reader

synopsis: in which doyoung could never keep his stylist around for long but maybe, with you, it will be possible.

genre: fluffy angst (if that makes sense)

word count: 5,726

a/n: i enjoyed writing this a lot and i hope you’ll enjoy reading it too! oh and fyi, doyoung is my favourite member to write about.

in life, you’re bound to meet people and it’s always for a reason. sometimes you meet people at the right place and the right time. sometimes you meet them at the wrong place, but the right time. and sometimes you meet them at the wrong place and the wrong time. nonetheless, they serve an impact or two in your life.

you really don’t know how you landed this job. one day you were a chemical engineering degree holder and the next you were a stylist at a famous modelling agency. it all didn’t add up, but somehow it worked. you were offered this job by a close friend of yours, johnny, after hearing your tireless complaints on the lack of demand for female workers in your field. to help you out, he decided to apply a job for you that is way out of your league. now, that’ll shut you up.

so here you were standing at the entrance of the modelling agency, shaking with fear that they’ll doubt your capabilities, which of course you lack thereof. but like all the exams you had to ace in university, you looked at this as just another one of them. so you entered with your head held high, confident that you'll get through it. this is going to be easy, you thought to yourself.

maybe you should’ve done a thorough research about the company and its background because when you entered, the interior of the building really astounded you. the design was exquisite, very reflective of its well-known reputation. you were directed to the CEO’s room for further instructions. you were starstruck by all the ravishing faces of the models that decorated the entire walkway towards your destination. there was no doubt you were feeling anxious. 

“good morning, y/n! it’s such a pleasure to meet you. i’m glad that we can employ you on such short notice. you were recommended to me by my son’s friend so i trust your skills. we can introduce you to our model immediately!” the chairman, Mr Lee, spoke as soon as he entered.

you gave him a tight smile as soon as he said ‘trust your skills’, instantly hoping the ground would swallow you whole. you nodded and replied with a soft thank you.  

as if on cue, a tall, dark haired man entered the room. he was lean and very attractive, so attractive that you almost forgot you were here for work. he fits into all the stereotypes of a model; tall, skinny and handsome, coupled with a cold exterior.

“this is doyoung. he’s our up and coming model. his previous stylist recently quit,,but that's okay since we have you now. i hope you are able to work well with him for the next couple of weeks. for now, you can get acquainted to his style. off you two go!” Mr Lee ended with a chirp.

you politely bowed and made your way out the door, scurrying behind doyoung. you followed behind him as the man himself walked alongside his manager. you shuffled you feet, wondering where he’s going to go. he stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into him. you were no longer facing his back when he swiveled his body, making you come face to face with his chest.  

“just to inform you, i like things done in a certain way, in a professional manner. for today, my shoot requires a natural makeup look so make sure it looks natural." he turned away, but looked at you from the corner of his eye. "and don’t walk so close to me.”

psh what a diva he is. you just nodded as a form of acknowledgement and proceeded to doll him up. you tried your best to look confident, but truth be told, you don’t know what goes where. but lucky for you, doyoung said natural look, so you assumed that it just meant powder, some light eye-shadow and lip balm.

so you went with just that. thank god doyoung fell asleep throughout the process and his manager was too focused on his phone. as if all odds were in your favour, nobody was able to catch you struggling. you patted him, signalling that you were done and he started his shoot. looking at the outcome, you were immensely proud of yourself.

after about 40 mins, doyoung came back, in need of a touch up. you internally panic because, ??? do i just add on what i put previously. on the outside, you tried to remain composed and proceeded to add the powder and a tad bit of blush. after you were done, doyoung looked into the mirror and back at you a few times, suspiciously, before making his way out the door.

his next look was a biker concept. with your lack of awareness on colour contrasts, you somehow managed to pick the ugliest shade of pink with a white biker jacket. when you proudly showed doyoung, he gave you a stink eye and you responded that you were just kidding. you then picked out the most basic white t shirt with a black biker jacket. you search for a disapproving look, only to realise it was an okay option. when doyoung saw the way you acted, he had serious doubts about you but he chose to trust Mr Lee.

after you were done getting him ready, you watched him from afar. when you saw how he would strike poses, you thought wow he is talented. modelling came so naturally to him. if you had half the good looks this man had, you're sure you are able to have anything in life. doyoung really appeared to be a perfect man, of course apart from his cold personality.

that night, you went home with a goal to learn a little about fashion. all your life you’d been book smart so you were unsure how to go about learning something hands-on. eventually, you decided to get a guide on fashion from the bookstore and religiously read it. to be honest, fashion for someone like you was tough. most days you went out with a hoodie and either skinny jeans or straight cut jeans. you didn’t want to admit it but maybe you should’ve spoken less about wanting a job.

you return the next day at the same time, only to realise doyoung wasn’t around. you believed it was the perfect time to read your fashion guide. you whipped out the book along with some highlighters, just like how you used to do it it university, to mark out important fashion advice. you tried to memorise them by repeating it out loud, not noticing doyoung standing behind you.

“y/n? isn't that an odd way to learn about fashion?” you heard his voice .

“oh hahaha. well, i mean i’m so lucky to have you to experiment fashion on so i need to brush up my theory." you hurriedly replied and tried to change the subject. "anyways, good morning doyoung!” you continued, all flustered.

he nodded slightly and proceeded to sit in front of you. you tossed your book aside and turned towards him. you were shocked to be greeted by such an attractive face right in front of yours. you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the blaring awkwardness. he seemed to notice how flustered you were and it boosted his ego, internally smiling at your reaction.

for today's concept, he had to look like an artist. the outfit and light makeup was relatively easy. but of course he had to make you life harder. he suggested that you put a beret on him. not only do you not know how to put on a beret, but you don't even know what it is in the first place.

you discreetly tried to google what it was and fortunately, you were able to find a black beret in the room. after about thirty seconds of contemplating how to put it on him, you decided, to hell with this, and just shoved the hat onto his head. he was taken aback and abruptly moved backwards, giving you a, what the hell?!, look.

"oh, i apologise. this is how i work. i just put things on and then i’ll adjust it to your liking afterwards. so tell me, do you like this style?" you awaited his reply. "well, i guess you don't like it, huh?"

"you guess?” he scoffed. “whatever, i'll just put it on myself. you know, you're really weird." doyoung said as he furrowed his eyebrows.

after he left, you started to panic. you were sure he found out you were a fraud. you called the only person who knew about this, johnny. when he answered you were relieved because at least you could calm yourself down with someone. he tried to assure you that you were going to be fine but you knew that as each day passes, he'll be more suspicious of you and will eventually find out.

"johnny, it's just a matter of time before he's going to realise i'm a fraud. he's not that stupid, you know. he's been giving me weird looks. i'm sure he's got an idea that i know nothing about fashion." you whined to johnny.

then you heard someone tapping their foot behind you. you seriously have got to stop turning your back towards the door. you were praying it is not who you think it will be. but at this point, anyone who found out about you is going to cost you a hell lot.

after telling Johnny that you had to go, you hung up and slowly turned around. there he was, standing there with his cold expression and giving you his familiar disapproving look. you acted innocent and asked him what he was doing here.

"i needed to touch up my make up but,,,i guess i can't have someone unskilled to do so, am i right?" he answered in disbelief. "oh god, i can't believe Mr Lee would employ someone unprofessional. i need to inform him about this and have you leave immediately."

the moment you heard that, you ran to him and held his arm before he could turn around. he looked down at your pleading look, full of confusion.

“fine i don’t know anything about fashion and i know this is wrong but please let me keep this job for a while longer. i really need the money. i promise i’ll learn about fashion along the way and do my best even if i’m lacking. please, doyoung...” you pleaded, on the verge of tears.

if doyoung was a little bit meaner, he would’ve left you right there and went straight to Mr Lee’s office. to be very honest, he wanted to do just that. but at that moment, he didn’t know how but his heart soften for a bit. he didn’t felt the burning urge to go by the rules for once. maybe it was your doe eyes or how tight you held on to him but he could tell you were genuine.

he lightly brushed your hold away and looked at you straight in the eye, with a much softer gaze but still full of tension.

“fine. you get to keep this job but you leave by the time you can afford not having a job. until then, i will expect perfect work from you.” he instructed.

for the first time in a while you felt extreme joy rush through your body. there were no words to describe your gratefulness so instead you let your body show it. both your hand shot up and you embraced him. although he didn’t respond, you can feel him tense up in your hands. and despite the lack of response, you could hear how nervous he was when you pressed your ear against his chest. even if doyoung tried to explain your impact on him, he couldn’t.

everyday, you would learn something new at work. like last week, you learnt how to put on wax for doyoung, though he scolded you for not knowing the difference between pomade and wax. you also learnt that some brands of lip tints can be used for blush, that one came as a shock. now that you could openly study fashion, it was way easier. you didn’t have to live a double life, pretending you know a thing or two about it.

today, you were tasked to add glitter on doyoung’s under-eye. they told you to put on adhesive before applying the glitter but all you could think was why would someone want to put such strong glue on another’s face???

later you found out, a less intense adhesive could be used for face. to your pleasure, you found one on the make up table and instructed the man himself to sit before you.

“it’s just glue and glitter. glue and glitter. there’s literally no way you can mess that up.”

"don't worry about it, trust me on this."

"i wish i could say i do."

but, to nobody’s surprise, you did mess up. somehow the cap of the glue was stuck and you had to yank it open. you successfully pulled open the cap but before you knew it your fist landed on doyoung face. it was a light punch but you panicked.

however, seeing his widened eyes and lips apart you couldn’t help but laugh. you knew you shouldn’t but it was a funny sight. his expression turned from one of anger to amusement. at the back of your head you were still aware he was mad so you decided to crack a joke.

“i was just wondering why they needed to put glitter on a face that’s already shining so brightly." you laughed. "that must be why the accident happened. well, i’m so sorry about that, doyoung!"

you were surprised to see him give you an impressed smirk. doyoung had to acknowledge that it was a good attempt to make him laugh. if he had much less ego, he would’ve. but for now a smirk would do.

once you were done with the glitter, you couldn’t help but stare at doyoung. it was crazy how you could be surprised by him every day. he was like an enigma of attractiveness. everyday you figure out something new and interesting about him. you could look at him all day.

he was able to tell that you were staring so he cleared his throat since he was unable to move out of his seat if you didn’t move. you almost fell off your chair when you realised he caught you staring.

he softly chuckled and was just about to leave before he turned around to tell you, “uhh good job by the way,,,i really like today’s look.”

that was it. that was all it took to make you feel like a champ. being complimented by doyoung is probably a close second to your life’s biggest accomplishment, after graduating. you gave him wink and mouthed a thank you before he proceeded for his shoot while you picked his next fit. it was going to be a good day.

it was crazy that a man’s hair can be styled in so many ways. who knew that such short hair could actually be made more interesting? you hated that you couldn’t test it out on anyone since doyoung only wanted you to give him hairstyles that you have mastered in. what an insane man he is.

during lunch, you sat beside doyoung and his manager. of course he didn’t invite you to sit there but you chose to. he was the only person you knew well in the company, apart from his manager and Mr Lee. the modelling field is a scary one, you were afraid to make friends. so as doyoung was busy eating and discussing his schedule with his manager, you were by his side reading a magazine about mens’ hairstyle. you tried to be as quiet as possible but your aggressive page turning caught doyoung’s attention.

“if you wanted me to talk to you, you can just say it. you don’t have to make a scene here.”

“oh no no. i’m just stressed. i didn’t mean to be loud.” he cocked his eyebrow at you.

“i just didn’t know that there’re so many hairstyles for men. i can’t keep doing the same one for you. plus you want me to perfect the hairstyles before trying it on you but i don’t know who to try it on.” you whined, subtly implying for him to give you a break.

he only gave you a big sigh and continued talking to his manager.

what you didn’t realise was that doyoung kept stealing glances at you as he continued his conversation. he was really impressed by your determination. no other stylist has gone out of their way to fit his style.

after lunch, you had an hour and a half before doyoung’s next schedule. you settled for the dressing room to watch hairstyle tutorials. about 10 mins into the video, you heard a thump on the seat in front of you. there doyoung was, in all of his glory, barefaced with hair in a mess.

“hurry up. you have the next hour and 15 mins to use my hair. better use it wisely.” he explained and ready to surrender his face and hair into your hands.

his contrasting fierce expression over such a sweet move made you even more confused as to what he wanted out of this. when you were about to move away, doyoung decided to encourage you to experiment on him. he sighed as he took your hands in his and placed it on his head.

“it’s okay. i trust you.”

as weeks go by, you start to believe doyoung is warming up to you. getting a reaction from him takes at least ten tries before you receive a one second reaction.

the other day, you were trying to put on make up as a means to try out new looks on yourself. you never noticed that all this while doyoung was looking at you. being fully aware of how dumb you looked trying to curl your eyelashes, you would expect a reaction from doyoung when you saw him.

but one of pure genuine entertainment was not what you expected. he gave you a gummy smile, followed by a deep laughter which was a sound so foreign to you.

as a joke, with a hint of honesty, you wanted to capture this historic moment. you whipped out your phone to get a picture but as soon as you did that, he was back to his expressionless self. this man is really one of a kind.

a few weeks after that incident, you had a schedule with him for the last shoot of his magazine feature. it was an outdoor shoot so you had to deal with him in a tiny makeshift dressing room.

you were trying to put on his eye makeup but it was so hard to manoeuvre in the tiny space. every time you moved, you would hit something or someone. although in terms of styling doyoung you were doing a brilliant job, you created a huge commotion as you were continuously hitting people and knocking things over.

eventually, doyoung got so annoyed at your clumsiness that he felt the need to open his eyes and glare at you. you were waiting for him to nag or snap at you, causing you to flinch slightly.

but instead, you felt someone’s touch on your waist as they began wrapping their arms around it. you opened your eyes and were pleasantly surprised to see it was him. and then suddenly he pulled you onto his lap, making you sit sideways while facing him. it was awkward but sitting on his lap felt right, like the missing piece to a perfect image of the both of you.

as if the action didn’t affect him, doyoung shut his eyes once again and waited for you to continue putting on makeup for him.

"aren't you going to continue?" and so you did just that, all flustered.

he began asking you casual questions, making you wonder if you were really talking to doyoung. it was as if he genuinely wanted to talk to you.

“have you eaten? the caterer today prepared a pretty good spread of food.” he asked, while shaking his leg up and down to get your attention.

you answered despite the irregularity in his personality. with every other question he asked, you started to grow more and more comfortable on his lap. so comfortable that you didn’t even notice that he still had his arms wrapped around you.

you’ve been working with doyoung for a few months now. largely, he had been preparing for a major magazine feature. on the night of the magazine issue release, there was a party organised to celebrate the success. he told his manager that he wanted you there with him so that he could have someone to touch up his make up on short notice. in reality, he really just wanted you to be there with him as his plus one.

when you asked him why you had to be the plus one when he can just find anyone else to be there with him. he told you, “no reasons needed.”

picking a dress for yourself seemed to be the hardest part of working with doyoung. not only do you not wear dresses, but you can’t even imagine yourself in one. as a last resort, you remembered the dress your mom advised you to wear for prom, which you decided wasn’t worth going. since this is probably the closest thing to prom that you’ll ever set foot to, you decided to wear that.

it was a simple silver, body hugging asymmetrical dress which shines when the light hits at the right spot. you felt that the body fitting dress was too conspicuous, so you threw a cardigan over it, a huge fashion faux pas.

doyoung offered to pick you up but you didn’t want to get the wrong idea. you would love to spend every living moment with him but if he didn’t think the same you didn’t want to waste time thinking so. you decided to meet him outside the venue instead.

when he saw you approach him, he was appalled by your fashion choice, the cardigan specifically. but as you came closer to him and he had a better view of how you looked, he could only think that you were the most beautiful person he ever laid his eyes on.

doyoung gave you a small smile to greet you and you returned a genuine one back to him. you gestured to make your way into the venue but he stops you. he unbuttons your cardigan and takes it off of you. he throws the cardigan in the backseat of his car and turned to look at you.  

“as much as i want to be the only one who is able to admire you, i cannot deprive the world of looking at someone as mesmerizing as you.”

he then took your arm and walked in as you tried to ignore the intense beating of your heart. the both of you took a seat at the designated table and doyoung sat with you for a while. he noticed that you weren't really interested in the event. you even got out a book and were so invested in it that you didn't notice doyoung walking away. when you looked up from your book, you saw doyoung surrounded by a sea of female models, all almost too gorgeous to be human. this was why you couldn't bear having too high of an expectation despite doyoung's little attempts to flirt with you.

to doyoung, it didn't matter that he was around so many beautiful faces because all his attention was on you. even when they tried to subtly flirt with him, he found himself taking quick glances at you every ten seconds to make sure you were comfortable. he was amused that someone could be so focused on a chemistry book when they're surrounded by a plethora of material goods to indulge in. he knew that that's what really interest you, so watching you from afar was enough for him.

but that was until he saw jung jaehyun, another up and coming model, trying to approach you. you were too busy flipping through the book that you never noticed how many people tried to speak to you. when doyoung caught jaehyun's stride towards you from his peripheral view, he cut the conversation he had with a fellow colleague and practically dashed across the event hall, only slowing down 5 steps away from your table.

fortunately, he arrived at the table before jaehyun could and he rested his arm on the backseat of your chair as he took a seat. he turned to look at jaehyun and gestured him to back off.

"oh, hi. do you need me to powder your face? i don't think i brought the brand of your choice though." you spoke when you felt his warm presence beside you.

"you always assume i only ever talk to you when i want my hair or make up done."

"um...because that's what i'm here for. anyway, you should continue talking to them. they seem like they're anticipating for your return." you pouted and pointed towards the direction he was from. true enough they had their gaze on doyoung, the ladies waving when doyoung turned towards them. you swear you saw doyoung cringe at the sight of them.

"why should i talk to a bunch of pretty faces when i can sit here and talk to a pretty face with brains? that's a bonus."

"you're so cheesy, god. but if you want to sit here, i gotta admit i do get boring."

"well, i'll just be bored then."

for the remainder of the night he never left your sight and continued talking to you. not even the chemistry book could garner half the attention you have on doyoung. even when the music was drowning out your conversation, doyoung leaned in closer to listen to everything you wanted to say. he even made the both of you leave the event early just so he could talk to you comfortably at the 24 hr ice cream cafe near the venue.

it wasn't hard to admit that at this moment you've grown so fond of him. you were beginning to think it was a borderline crush. he always made you feel heard despite the minimal reactions. he never fails to ensure that you were the priority through his small gestures, like filling your empty cup first before his. he really made you believe that chivalry isn't dead. it's really all the tiny details you noticed about him that makes you like him, a lot.

"the engineering field takes in only a small percentage of females. it's disappointing to think that i could be working my ass off and i'm discredited because of my gender. i really want to pursue higher education just to brush my success in their faces."

"then why don't you do so? you're insanely hardworking, you're gonna achieve anything you set your mind on."

"i need the funds, doyoung. that's why i really needed this job. you don't know how much it meant to me when you didn't tell on me. just a few more months and i can make my dreams come true." you ended with a reassuring smile.

at that exact moment, doyoung reached an epiphany. he liked you too, a lot. your confidence, determination, kindness and not to mention, killer looks. you've got it all. he'd do anything to have you but he shouldn't. he doesn't want to hinder you from achieving your dreams.

doyoung then told you more about him so that you could know him better but in reality he did so to try and dismiss any form of emotion he felt for you, the attempt was futile.

at about 3am, the two of you decided to call it a day. he drove you home and even in the car he didn't turn on the radio so that he could fully enjoy being in the same space as you. he told you once that the car radio was there to tune out the awkwardness he feels whenever he has to drive people home. so knowing that he's comfortable being present in silence with you, flattered you.

he dropped you off at your door when you reached your apartment. he passed you your purse and wished you a goodnight before turning around to leave.

"y/n!" you turned when he called your name. his back still towards you. " you looked gorgeous tonight by the way. see you tomorrow!"

as weeks went by, you realised that you truly enjoyed going to work more and more because you got to see doyoung. you also felt that being in the fashion field really broadens your perspective, which was another reason to enjoy work. today was a day just like any other, but maybe you’re a tad bit more excited because you’d get to see doyoung.

when you entered the dressing room, doyoung’s manager informed you that Mr Lee wanted to see you. although it seemed odd, you obliged. as you entered Mr Lee’s room, the man himself was already looking back at you, giving you a wide smile. he greets you and asks you if you’re doing fine.

“y/n, to have you in our company is really such a blessing. you’re always so happy coming to work and it bounces off to others. it’s amazing to see-“

“oh no. i’m getting fired,aren’t i? did i do something wrong?”

“no you didn’t, y/n. but i’m going to have to fire you. it’s been so great having you here, truly. you might want to talk to doyoung after this.”

you were slightly pissed at doyoung. you thought that after the two of you had your late night chat he would’ve understood that you needed this job badly. you quickly bowed to Mr Lee and was about to storm out of the room when he stopped you from leaving and passes you an envelope, "as a form of gratitude from us.” you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. you were sure going to miss working here.

you left the room in search for doyoung and there he was in the dressing room, shining brighter than the stars on a clear, dark night. you stood in front of him and huffed, so ready to question his decisions. just as you were about to open your mouth, he shined you his gummy smile. as if in an instant, all the rage and anger in the world had been lifted momentarily. there was no way you could be mad at him.

“why did you have to tell him? i thought you understood your plight.”

“i do, which was exactly why i did it. by now you know i’m not the type of person who can convey their emotions well. but this is how i prove to you that i care. you have big dreams, y/n. go chase it.”

“but i want to stay here and be with you. i’ve grown so accustomed to seeing you every day. i don’t want to not do that anymore.”

“i want you to stay too but i don’t want to be the reason you’re tied to a job that won’t unleash your true capabilities. you’re way better than this job, y/n, and you know that.”

the faith he had in you was enough to have you melt into his arms. you held him close, never wanting to let him go. if there was a way to have have both him and your dreams at the same time, you’d seize it but that’s impossible and you knew that.

“you’re being dramatic, y/n. we'll see each other when you come back, right?”

you frowned, causing doyoung to laugh. he used his thumb to caress your furrowed brows so that you’d relax. you immediately soften into his touch.

“am i supposed to use this to fund for uni then? this is a huge sum, doyoung.” you referred to the envelope Mr Lee gave you.

“well that’s how much working for me earns you. i mean i was a pain in the ass.” you laughed heartily at him, secretly hoping it wouldn’t be the last time.

"i like you, doyoung. i like you a lot."

"i do too. more than you know." he pulled you closer. "anyways, do you know that you're probably the stylist that lasted the longest?" you could only laugh heartily.

a few weeks later, when doyoung sent you off at the airport, you could see the regret in his eyes, having to send you off. but you knew he did this because he cared for you.

hoping it wouldn’t be the last time you see him he told you, “you got this, my baby engineer. i’ll see you soon.”

he gave you a small kiss on your forehead and watched you turn around to leave. he saw you walking away and disappearing into a tiny speck. but somehow, despite saying goodbye, there was a sense of comfort in this farewell.

that’s why sometimes in life, you meet people and it’s always for a reason. sometimes you meet them at the right place and the right time. and sometimes you meet them at the wrong place and the wrong time. and for you, that’s doyoung, the right guy who you met at the wrong place and the wrong time.

fin.

bonus scene:

in case you cannot handle them not being together at the end haha 

approx. 8 months later...

you were clearing up your room that was flooded with research papers. it filled up your study table, your bed, the floor. if it could fill up your ceiling, it would too. you suddenly heard your doorbell ringing.

you rushed to your door and opened it only to see a huge flower hamper. big enough to hide someone in it. and true enough there was someone behind it.

“hello, my baby engineer. i know i’m supposed to wait till after you graduate before i can take you on a date but i can't really help and wonder what it would be like if we do? are you up for it?”  

[winter-barnes]

Christmas Surprise

Summary: It's Christmas day, and Y/N doesn't get a gift from the person she wants one from the most.

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I'm vacationing in Hawaii right now and I got bored sitting in my hotel room waiting for my dad to get off of work, so I thought why not write an imagine hahaha. Feedback is appreciated, and I apologize for any spelling/grammatical/characterization mistakes! :)

It's the holiday season, a time filled with laughter, cheers, family, friends, and-

"Presents!" Natasha yells, immediately sitting up straight. "We forgot to get presents for everyone!" 

You, Nat, and Wanda were sitting in your room gossiping about the drama in the compound. At least twice a week they come in your room unannounced and spark up conversation. You didn't mind though, it was nice having girl friends to talk with. It made life just a little bit easier.

"Well it looks like our weekly gossip session is going to have to come to a close for now, we need to go find presents. Christmas is, like, four days away and everyone has already done their shopping." You say. Wanda and Nat nod, and next thing you know you're in the car on your way to the mall with Wanda and Nat.

The next few hours are spent trying to find at least one present that would suit each of the Avengers. Almost everyone was gonna be at the compound this year to celebrate: Nat, Wanda, Tony, Peter, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Scott, Rhodey, Vision, and T'Challa. That's a lot of people to find presents for, and you honestly didn't know if you would be able to pull it off so close to Christmas. 

It took a lot of searching, but eventually you were able to find a present for everyone except for Steve. 

"Guys, I can't think of anything to get Steve." You whined.

"I can think of something." She smirks and Wanda laughs. You roll your eyes as a slight blush floods your cheeks. 

"I need real suggestions guys."

"What's not real about that?" Wanda giggles. "I'm sure he would greatly appreciate it, too." This time Nat's the one laughing. Both Nat and Wanda know about your pretty big crush on Steve. You couldn't help yourself, and really who could? It's Steve Rogers. There's no such thing as self control when it comes to that man.

"You guys know I don't want to tell him." You sigh, "We're friends, I don't want to ruin that with a silly little crush." With that you turn around, and you're glad you did. You spot the perfect present to get Steve. 

You walk over to the glass case and get a closer look. It's a gold pocket watch. On the inside of it is a star engraved into the gold. It was perfect. Steve has been talking about wanting a pocket watch for ages now, and you were kind of surprised you didn't think about getting him one as his present sooner. 

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After the stressful day of late gift shopping, you head to your room to wrap all of the gifts. As you're wrapping Steve's gift, you think back to the conversation earlier. You really didn't want to tell Steve about your feelings for him. There was always the possibility of him not feeling the same way, and if that was the case then seeing him all the time would be awkward. You didn't want to ruin one of the best friendships you've had, even if that meant suppressing your feelings.

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A few days later, you wake up to Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree being blasted throughout the compound. You sigh and roll over to look out the window. The sun has barely even fully come up, but you can't say you're surprised being woken up this early, it's Christmas day. You roll out of bed and try to make yourself somewhat decent, and your decent is some leggings, a t-shirt, and your hair pulled back into a ponytail.

You walk into the living room and see all the presents stacked under the enormous tree that Tony was so insistent on putting up. Tony, Bucky, Nat, and Scott are already sat around the tree waiting for everyone. By now a new song is playing through F.R.I.D.A.Y, Jingle Bell Rock. 

"I love this song!" Scott yells as he jumps up and starts dancing. You laugh and shove him so that he lands on the couch behind him. Feeling thirsty, you walk into the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice. You find Bucky already in there, his head stuffed in the fridge. 

"Find what you're lookin' for there, Buddy?" You chuckle. Surprised, Bucky's head hits one of the shelves as he tries to pull it out. His face is tinted red as you laugh at his clumsiness. 

"Oh, Buck." You laugh. You squeeze passed him and grab the orange juice you came for. You look over at Bucky and he's just watching you, giving you a weird look. "You okay, Bucky? Did you hit your head too hard?" He shakes his head and gives you one last glimpse before walking away. You found it kind of strange, usually Bucky has some sort of smart remark to come back at you with, but he didn't say anything this time around. 

Glass of orange juice in hand, you walk back into the living room. Now everyone is here, and Tony's face is practically dripping excitement now that you've come back.

"Finally we can open the presents now!" He says as he rubs his hands together.

"You know, Stark, Christmas isn't just about presents, it's about -"

"Yeah yeah yeah family and friends yadda yadda yadda. Who's present am I opening first?" He cuts you off and all you can do is chuckle. You look around and see the only open seat is the one next to Steve. You glance over at Nat to see her smirking and you roll your eyes. Of course it was intentional. You make your way to the open seat and sit next to Steve. He looks at you and offers a small smile, but he looks nervous. 

"Want a drink?" You ask, offering a sip of your orange juice. He shakes his head and turns to watch Tony open his present from Rhodey. 

After about 45 minutes, over half of the presents have been opened. Steve has your present to him in hand, and he's getting ready to open it. 

"I hope you like it." You whisper. He opens his mouth to say something, but he quickly closes it and smiles. Something is off, but you're unsure what. Bucky and Steve are both acting really strange. Actually, it's not just them. This whole morning the others have been giving you quick looks, and when you notice them they immediately look away. Obviously something is up, but you have no clue what. 

You push the thoughts away and watch as Steve tears the reindeer printed wrapping paper. He opens the box that holds the watch, and when he opens it his eyes go wide. He looks at you, then the watch. You, the watch, you, the watch. You smile and he pulls it out. 

"Oh my- I love it, Y/N. I absolutely love it." You feel giddy knowing he really likes your gift. "Thank you so much."

"Anything for you." You smile, then blush. 

Soon all of the gifts are opened and the floor is covered in wrapping paper and boxes. You begin to clean up while everyone else heads to the table to have breakfast. As you're cleaning, you realize you never got a gift from Steve. Your heart sinks a little bit. Gifts aren't everything, and you aren't a very material person, but your gift to him was pretty special. Did he not feel the need to get you anything at all? Not even a keychain?

You throw away the last bit of wrapping paper and head to your room. You didn't feel like eating. It wasn't the fact that you didn't get a present from Steve that made you upset, it was the fact that this was proof he didn't feel anything other than friendship towards you. You closed the door to your room and sat on your bed. Your eyes began to water. For some reason, you had this glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he might have the same feelings for you as you do him. Sometimes you would catch him looking at you, and when you caught him his face would turn pink. Sometimes when you walked into the room you would notice his eyes go wide and his smile grow wider. Sometimes you would notice him getting flustered when you two were alone. But maybe you didn't actually notice these things. Maybe you just wanted them to be real and made yourself think they were really happening.

Twenty minutes pass and you hear walking outside of your door. You quiet your sniffling so that no one can hear, and then you hear the sound of something sliding underneath the door. You peer over the bed and see an envelope on the floor, and you hear the footsteps walk away. You stand up and grab the envelope. Your name is written on it, but it doesn't say who it's from. When you open it, it's just a piece of paper, but it says to go to the roof at six. Confused, you set the paper on your dresser.

Quicker than you expected, five thirty rolls around. You decide to put on a pair of jeans and a new t-shirt for this rooftop meeting. You're nervous about what this could be about. Nothing like this has ever happened, you don't have any idea what to expect. 

You walk into the living room and there's no one to be seen. 

"What the hell is going on?" You mumble to yourself. You make your way to the elevator and press the rooftop button. Your nerves quickly build up as you approach the roof. The elevator dings and the doors open. At first you don't notice anything, but you look down and see writing in chalk. It's a date, November 14th, 2018, and beside the date says, "The first day we met. I couldn't take my eyes off of you." There's rose petals lying on the ground, and little candles lighting a path that goes straight. The dates continue like a timeline. Your heart begins to pound, your hands start to sweat. This isn't what you think it is, is it?

"December 5th, 2018 - You beat me in a fight, and this made me intrigued by you."

"December 29th, 2018 - Neither of us could sleep, so we made pancakes at 2 a.m. and watched Christmas movies. It was this night that I realized how I really felt about you."

"January 11th, 2019 - You got a little too drunk and I carried you home. You were completely rocked, but you still blew me away with your beauty. Even if you were throwing up all over my car." 

"April 20th, 2019 - You took me to my first concert. Of course Bucky and Sam were there, but all I could focus on was you."

"July 17th, 2019 - I saw you go on a date with a man, my heart was broken."

"July 18th, 2019 - You stayed the night with me after getting your heart broken by that man. Little did you know we both we suffering." 

"September 20th, 2019 - I decided I was going to tell you how I felt, but I didn't know how."

"December 25th, 2019 -                            "

Next thing you know, Steve is in front of you holding a piece of chalk. Next to today's date he writes,

"I finally built up the courage to ask you on a date."

You watch him as he stands back up. He looks perfect in the moonlight, his cheeks lightly tinted pink and his eyes sparkling. 

"So, what do you say? Will you go-" You place your lips on his, cutting him off. His arms instantly wrap around your waist while yours wrap around his neck. You both pull away only when you have to breathe, and Steve breathes a sigh of relief. 

"I'm so happy you did that."

"I'm so happy you did this." You give him one last kiss before you pull away. 

"I would love nothing more than to go on a date with you, Rogers."

[cutegirlmayra]

Prompt Idea - What would happen if Amy is a boy instead of a girl in the series?

I’m trying to find all the times I’ve done this -so I don’t repeat myself!- (x) and I know I made a Sonic Boom prompt about Amy turning into a boy and being comforted by Sonic, but I can’t seem to find it? (If you wonderful Cuties do find it, please let me know and send me the link!)

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! Do not send me any prompts, but do look forward to the grand re-opening!

Also, thanks for minding the rules!

Gonna combine this with Valentine’s day, is that okay, Precious Anon?

Prompt:

After successfully fighting off evil and robotnik’s annoying schemes, Amil and Sonic waved goodbye to Tails and Knuckles, deciding to take the scenic route to Amil’s home.

Amil placed his hands behind his head, looking up at the clouds. “Man… It’s gonna be Valentine’s day soon…” He longingly lingered his eyes on a couple as they entered the city, cuddling on a bench.

“You’re still on about that?” Sonic joked, laughing at his sentimentality.

Amil puckered his lips in a pout, glaring a bit at Sonic, “Is it so wrong to want to be loved and love in return?”

“Pfft! It’s just funny you think about it.” Sonic scratched his nose, smirking. “What kind of girl would you be into, anyway?” he nudged him, winking. “I could see you with a strong-willed girl as a contender!”

Amil looked away a bit, turning slightly shy. “Actually… I wouldn’t mind if I found a girl a lot like you, Sonic.”

Sonic flinched a moment, but gave Amil a weird look, “I’m not following that…”

Amil took some courage and huffed out his nose, placing his hands on his hips. “Look, I’ve got a mean swing and a knack for destruction. But deep down, I’d liked to chase after something a little more lasting… Your way of life,” He turned to him, turning sincere. “The confident way you hold yourself,… Do you happen to have a sister by chance?”

Sonic punched him in the face.

“Offph!”

“Quit that. You’re sounding weird.”

Amil rubbed his face and raced back to Sonic’s side, “Hey! Come on! If I was a girl, you’d be head-over-heels for me!” he pointed accusingly. “I would be the cutest, strongest, most confident person there ever was!”

“You already are.” Sonic rolled his eyes, “I think I get what you mean, though. You want someone who would follow your way of life, a companion and partner who wouldn’t mind who you are and what you do.”

“A best friend! Kinda like you, I guess.” Amil blushed slightly and looked away, “Is it wrong to say that?”

Sonic remained silent but stopped a moment to look towards the sun lighting up City Square. “You really consider me someone who would be a good companion?”

Amil stopped too, staring at Sonic, intrigued. “I mean… You wouldn’t really marry though, right? I can’t see you as that type.” Amil joked, rubbing his head. “Shame, I think you could be someone’s shining knight, so to speak.” He then sighed, relaxing a bit. “Sorry for the weird convo. I just was thinking, wouldn’t it be cool to have someone like your best friend? But reversed? Just a thought, I suppose.” He scratched his own nose.

Suddenly, an explosion went off and the two turned to the building.

“Eggman?”

“Can’t be… Come on, let’s check it out!”

The team didn’t really know how to address or talk to girls,… so when the girl in the building reached for Sonic, Amil accidentally took hold of her too.

The building burnt a bit but the fires were quickly put out and no one was injured, Sonic and Amil fist-pumped as the girl came up to them.

“Thank you both so much! You’re my heroes!”

Amil blushed a little, “Ah, it was nothing.” But before he could continue, Sonic shoved him behind him.

“Yeah, it was my treat!” Sonic smirked behind himself, seeming to challenge Amil for the girl.

Sonic was only playing but Amil fought back, and the girl retreated a little creeped out by their antics.

Going back home, Amil admitted it. “Is it weird that I’d rather be with someone I could call my hero than just being said hero?”

“You’re a hopeless romantic, Amil.” Was all Sonic commented with.

“But you stopped me from getting her number! What’s with that? Bro-code, dude! I grabbed her hand first!” Amil raced up in front of him but Sonic grabbed his head into a noggie.

“Who do you think I am? Letting my best friend get tangled up with a girl? No way!” he let Amil go and dashed off, seeing his house wasn’t too far now.

“I can cook!” Amil cried out, “I’m the perfect picture of a future husband!”

“Snoooorree!!!”

“You’re just jealous of my good looks!”

“You look like the underside of Eggman’s toosh!”

“TAKE IT BACK!”

The two bantered until Amil finally got inside his home, where he fell on his couch and seemed regretful of even talking about romance with Sonic.

“He’ll never get it.” He admitted, and pulled out his hammer, looking it over a moment and stroking its sides. “He never gets lonely… never needs anyone by his side… How would he get it? Even Tails and Knuckles… no one thinks about love.”

He then grinned and blushed, pulling his hammer into his chest. “But that would be kinda interesting… finding a girl like Sonic? Or him finding a girl like me? I bet he would bite his tongue then, hahaha!”

Several days later, Metal Sonic attacked and the gang appeared to fight.

Amil was strong, but was quickly thrown off balance, his arms waving around before Metal Sonic kicked him off the cliffside.

“AHHH!!!” Amil cried out, but Sonic dashed down after him.

Grabbing him, the two started falling.

“Dude, what are you doing!?” Amil cried out, trying to push him towards the cliff wall to safety.

Sonic just gritted his teeth, pulling Amil to his side and taking the blunt of the hit as they crashed into the water below.

Sonic was knocked out, but Amil was able to blink his eyes open and gasp at seeing Sonic sink and get moved downstream.

‘No! Why would he do that!? He can’t swim!’ Amil quickly summoned the rest of his strength to swim with the tide, getting to Sonic quickly and fought it the rest of the way to get to the shoreline.

Gasping for air, he dragged Sonic up to the rocky base of the cliff and pumped on his chest. “Come on, dude, come on! Sonic!”

Sonic spat out water and slowly got up, hacking before lightly whacking a worried Amil away. “I’m fine, I’m fine…”

“That was crazy!” Amil, pumped with adrenaline, bundled his fist. “You could have killed yourself trying to save me…”

“I… couldn’t let a friend down… now, could I?” Sonic smiled, that usual comforting grin to let his friend know it was all going to be okay.

Amil narrowed his glare, “That’s not good enough. If you had died because of me… I-… Sonic, you can’t just jump off cliffs for people!” he closed his eyes, pushing away his admiration for Sonic.

“You can if you care about them.” Sonic got up, a little wobbly as Amil’s eyes shook at his words.

He hadn’t heard something so kind all his life.

He gazed up at Sonic, almost fixed on in the moment he had created.

“What… did you say?”

Sonic just shook the water off of him, and as droplets coursed down still, he gave Amil a thumbs up, outlined by the sun on the tip of the cliff above him. “Let’s get back up there, into the thick of it.”

He offered him his hand.

Amil felt helpless again. It was something he had always struggled with.

No matter how powerful he was, his heart was always weak to things like this.

He shook his head, “No. I’ll only weigh you down.”

“But you won’t slow me down, and that’s all I care about.” Sonic took his unwilling hand and pulled his friend up, surprising Amil. “You’re not as delicate as you make yourself out to be. The thoughts and feelings you have? That’s you, Amil. So stop wasting time thinking you need someone when you can be that for yourself. I’ll be here until that day comes.”

‘Then I never want it to come.’ Amil silently resounded that thought throughout his being. “I… I want to always be with you… Sonic.” he looked down, “I don’t… want to be someone who doesn’t need you anymore.”

Sonic paused a moment, watching him closely.

“If I can just…” Amil began, his hand that Sonic was holding by the wrist twitched a moment… as though wanting to reach but bundled itself into a fist first. “If I can be strong enough to stand by your side… then nothing could phase me ever again!”

“…Amil…” Sonic watched his friend’s inner torment but said nothing.

He just waited and listened, like a true friend.

“Let me… be your hero then, Amil.”

Amil now had slight tears forming on the sides of his eyes, looking hopelessly to Sonic.

Sonic smiled kindly, more tender than Amil had ever seen from him.

“If you need me to be, I’ll be it.” He then winked and brought Amil up to piggie-back ride as he raced up the cliffside to return to the fight.

“…Sonic…” Amil closed his eyes and held on.

‘If I can’t be a hero in this life… then at least let me be selfish and aspire to be your ultimate friend.’

Amil has never left Sonic’s side sense, always believing in him, and never thought about love much sense.

(…Did I… just write a buddy fic?)

PART 2: (x)

[europeanguy]

Some Kind of Magic

Pairing: Shane x Platinum!MC (Veronica/ “Ronnie”)

Words: >2k

Rating: G, Fluff

Summary: Shane and Ronnie reminisce about 2006 and Shane is a being a big melt

A/N: many many thanks to @pixieferry for “beta-ing” this, without whom this drabble would be one huge yikes. Thank you for all your help and all the encouragement 💛 I forgot to ask you about titles so this will do HAHAHA

tagging @8im8the8one bc she ships this and has good taste LMAO

“Do I look okay?” Veronica turns to Shane, then turns back again to the mirror. She pouts and points at the nearly invisible dark circles under her eyes - even Shane couldn’t lie, no amount of concealer can hide the hours upon hours they spent awake brainstorming for her Christmas album. “God, I look like a zombie.”

“But a very pretty - albeit a little tired - zombie.” Shane snorts from his place on the bed from the other side of the room. But she did look pretty, with or without a scary professional stylist who micromanages her everyday clothing choices. “Did Zadie pick that out?”

“Yeah, oh my god, you should have seen her face when she saw me packing this skirt in an overnight bag.” Veronica smooths out her maxi skirt, then cuffs and uncuffs her sweater sleeves. “I can’t believe I kept you up all night writing lyrics with me.”

“I’ll be alright… I’m worried about you, though. Do your fake dates always have to be this early?”

“Dinner is kind of teetering in the danger zone, if you know what I mean.” Veronica winks at the mirror as she ruffles her brown bangs. A non-awkward silence slips in, seconds ticks by before they burst into laughter. “Fiona just said dinner is too romantic at this point, okay?”

“Riiight… we can’t have you munching on oysters in dim lighting with Raleigh Carrera, cause you just might jump him.” Shane bites his lip to stifle his laughter. He almost feels a sense of deja vu - as if they were eight again laughing under the pillow fort that they always build in her parent’s living room. It’s as if this has happened before, except now they’re older and miles away from home - still somehow together.

“Ugh!” Veronica groans in frustration and walks over to Shane’s bed, collapsing beside him. Her weight makes the mattress dip as she tries to find a comfortable position. She ends up squeezed next to him, arms crossed. “I don’t even like him like that.”

Shane nods, closing his eyes. “It does suck that your first relationship is with a hot famous guy, Ronnie.”

Veronica smirks and burrows her cold feet under Shane’s legs.

“Eeee!” Shane squirms away. “What’s that for?!”

“That was for sassing me,” Veronica shrugs. “Speaking of fake relationships, weren’t you my fake husband?”

Back then, it was for a little movie he was shooting with his dad’s camera. That was when Shane fully realized that he’s into the whole concept of telling stories through film, so it’s only obvious that the star of all his projects would be Veronica - who also happens to be the only actress he can find that’s willing to work for candy. Everett, Veronica’s older brother, promised to play the officiant role but bailed at the last second - so they had to be creative and use their teddy bears.

“Damn, you really upgraded.” Shane still remembers that summer and how upset Veronica was when she found out that Shane already ate his ring pop wedding ring.

“Not really,” Veronica shrugs. “I mean, I don’t think he’d re-tie my shoes for me for a whole month until I figured out how to do it myself.”

“Oh my god, you still remember that?” Shane covers his face in embarrassment. “I think you realized you had to do it yourself when I accidentally tied your shoelaces together and you landed flat on your face.”

“Accidentally.” Veronica makes air quotes, earning a scoff from him.

“I was four!”

“I miss that playground… not how the sand tastes though.” Veronica smiles. “Are you coming back home for Christmas?”

“I don’t know, honestly.” Shane sighs. “Mom and Dad are already bugging me about booking plane tickets. Apparently she needs my help to convert a bunch of home videos she found in our attic.”

“Please tell me I’m invited! I want to rewatch all our movies!” Veronica sits up.

“That’s already a given.” Shane stretches his arms then proceeds to feel around the bed for his phone. “Huh… mom just sent me a video.”

Dear Shane,

Dad and I figured it out, but you still have to come home, I know for a fact that you’re not eating well at your dorm… I can tell from your Pictagram pictures. Please tell Ronnie we miss her and we’d love for her to spend the holidays with us. Love you sweetie.

LOL,

Mom

Shane bursts out laughing at his mom’s use of LOL - and the fact that his mother follows him on Pictagram.

“What is it?” Veronica lies back, scooting closer to Shane so she could peek at his phone’s screen. “Aww, I miss your mom too.”

Underneath the message is an attachment of a video, with a slightly blurry, and hauntingly familiar, thumbnail.

“Is that-?”

“Oh god. Oh no. Oh my god-” Shane tries to scramble away but Veronica’s prying hands are too quick, and she snatches the phone away from him.

Veronica taps the play button and instantly, hundreds of voices and clapping meld together into unintelligible noise and the video slowly focuses on the stage as an older student shuffles to the microphone stand. 

“I now have the pleasure of announcing the final act of the Winter Talent Show,” they start a little too loudly, sending feedback throughout the auditorium. “Please welcome Shane and Ronnie as they sing Way Back Into Love!”

The announcer runs offstage and the stage lights flicker on as the curtains open, revealing a ten-year-old Shane and Ronnie by his side - both terrified. Shane remembers that moment when Ronnie couldn’t let go of his hand. The auditorium is silent and whoever is taking the video sniffs.

“Look at us!” Veronica coos at the screen, and just in time the video zooms in to their faces as they step forward to the mic stand. The announcer runs back with a spare microphone and stand for Shane, gives the two kids an encouraging nod before awkwardly running off. Shane looks at Ronnie and they finally let go of each other’s hands to get in position.

The first few notes of the song starts in a soft piano instrumental, and little Ronnie closes her eyes as if to take a breath. She opens her eyes and looks at Shane for reassurance, the uncertainty slowly fading from her face. She sings, softly at first.

I’ve been living with a shadow, overhead. I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed. I’ve been lonely for so long, trapped in the past I just can’t seem to move on.

“Noooo, no no-” Shane grabs a pillow and buries his face in it, trying to drown out his own voice as he sings Hugh Grant’s parts in monotone.

“You weren’t that bad!” Veronica pokes his side as she continues to watch the video.

All I wanna do is find a way back into love.

Ronnie’s voice carries them throughout the whole performance, making both of them sound good.

“I still don’t know how you do that.” Shane tosses the pillow off his face, giving up and decides to watch the video again.

“Do what?” Veronica can’t stop smiling as she watches them finish the song and excitedly hug on stage as the crowd breaks into applause.

“That whole angelic voice thing.” Shane says oh-so-casually, hoping she doesn’t notice the tell-tale blush on his cheeks. 

As the video comes to an end, little Shane and Ronnie hold hands as they walk backstage amidst the applause. Her hands were cold and clammy from nerves, not that he ever cared if her hands were sweaty or sticky with candy. 

“That was so cute.” Veronica wipes her eyes, handing Shane’s phone over to him. “I love you, you know.”

Shane nods, trying not to put too much meaning in her words. “I know.”

“No, really,” Veronica sighs. “You didn’t really want to be on stage but it was my first time performing in front of a crowd that big, so when I asked you to sign up with me and you agreed, no complaints.”

“Well thanks to me we didn’t win, so.” Shane grins. A week after the talent show he gave Ronnie a trophy out of empty tissue rolls held together by glue. 

Veronica sighs exaggeratedly and chuckles. She shifts position, locking her eyes onto his. His mouth goes dry. Was his best friend, since they were four, making heart eyes at him? Nah, he must be hallucinating. 

He tries to squelch that weird flip-flopping in his stomach, whatever the hell it is. Tries to ignore the subtle scent of her shampoo, not quite masked by her perfume, and it takes him back to when they were ten with asters in their hair. Don’t stare at her soft lips - shit too late, too late. They’re inching closer, her breath is warm on his skin and everything’s tingling and

Riiiing!

Both of them nearly jump out of their skin when her phone starts ringing, cutting through the thick tension in the air. Veronica scrambles to get her phone and Shane’s cheeks ignite as he sits up to put some distance between them.

“Hank’s downstairs,” Veronica rolls her eyes and smiles, “Time to show up at fake brunch.”

“Duty calls!” Shane stands up and clears his throat, suddenly feeling awkward. Oh god. That was so unnatural just now. What’s wrong with you, Shane?  “So uh, I’ll walk you out?”

Veronica slips her socks on, quickly shuffling around the room to shove her stuff back into her bag. “Sure!”

“Wait, don’t forget this!” Shane fishes under his duvet for her lyrics notebook, then follows Veronica who’s already hurried out of his room. Shane spots something pink at the corner of his eye, but ignores it as he jogs down the stairs of their shared loft. After Veronica slips on her boots, Shane hands her the notebook.

“Oh my god, thank you.” Veronica takes the notebook and gives him a tight hug. “Hang soon, okay?”

“O-Okay!”

Shane watches as she rushes down the hall to the elevator. She flashes him an uncharacteristically shy smile while waiting for the elevator to reach their floor. It reaches them with a soft ding, and Shane’s stomach drops as his roommates step out - looking confused when they come face to face with Veronica. Veronica gives them a sheepish grin as she steps in the elevator, looking at Shane one last time before the doors close.

Tucker looks back at the closed elevator and back at Shane - who simply shrugs in innocence.

“That was… that was-”

“I thought you guys wouldn’t be home until Sunday?” Shane nonchalantly types a text to Veronica as he steps aside to let his roommates in.

You left your wig 😂😂😂

“Do not change the subject right now.” Tucker lugs his suitcase inside. “That person who obviously just came out of our place-”

“My friend-Ronnie? Yup.”

Shane’s phone pings with a text.

Looks like you have some explaining to do 😂

Another A/N:

1. Ronnie is my Open Heart MC’s (Everett) little sister, she’s 23 and he’s 27.

2. honestly that’s it my mind is already blanking its almost 2 HAHA

3. Oh YEAH I almost forgot to talk about that edit…

4. I feel like Shane turned out as a cute kid but man…. Ronnie was looking a lot more demonic in the previous versions (I used to ILITW MC kids + their faces, not unlike my TRR edit with the TE MCs + the gang)

5. anyway i know i said i quit writing but this just stemmed from me needing Shane x MC content and not finding any so I took it upon myself to just make them lol (also Way Back Into Love is kind of my recent song obsession)

6. I just love hugh grant okay

7. okay bye

[superwolfiestar]

Across Another Dimension CH. 11

The boys got dress, they all wearing a same cloth but in different that match the color of their old cloth, red, blue, and green. Huey is wearing a red vest with gold lining. Dewey was wearing a blue vest with gold lining. And finally, Louie was wearing a green vest with gold lining. Each of their best have Daisy flower printed on the edge of the gold lining are. They were being escorted by Lena to the diner room where their “mom” is waiting for them. They decided to look around the palace. It so beautiful, the style is very strong French style. It have a bit of orange and yellow.

Huey look out the window and see that it look like a seaside resort. The road travels across a seaside town with a sunset background on a shore. The road follows Della's appearance, with various Daisy flower motifs found throughout the towns. There is also a docking area with a lighthouse and cruise ships; some small baroque-style buildings can be seen from the background. On the road where the royal gate entrance are, there are two circular fountains. On the top of the first fountain is a large golden statue of what appears to be their mother and Launchpad dancing?! The other statue shows Baby Launchpad swinging Baby Della?!

“What the…?!” Dewey and Louie look at Huey direction and they were shock and surprised at well.

“This way boy.” They continue following her as they reach to the diner room. They spotted a woman in a gown, standing in front of the window where she’s viewed a royal garden.

Lena curtsy and address to the princess. “Princess Della, the boys are here.”

The princess turn to face the boys and give them a nice smile. “Good evening boys, I’m glad that you three are feeling better-Huey!? Dewey?! Louie!? What are you three doing here? You three should be at Mushroom Kingdom. Your great uncle is probably worry about you.”

“Um.... actually, we’re not from here. You see....”

The doors opened in the throne room as two beagle boys escorted Donald in.

"Welcome, Boy Princess Donald." Said a voice as he looked to see King Zeus himself sitting on his magnificent throne beside him was a kid, wearing a suit and a turtle-like shell with spike on it on his back.

"Welcome back Boy Mama.” A kid said in a creepy and psycho voice. "It me! Your son, Doofus. And you should be wise not to mess with father, otherwise things will get quite...interesting if you know what I mean." He said and then King Zeus looked at the Beagle boys. "Leave us." He ordered as they did their salute and walked away.

"Now my dear boy princess, I have a very important to ask you." King Zeus asked, walk toward Donald. As he stop in front of him, he bent down with one knee in Donald level. He took out a tiny box and held the “boy princess” hand. “Will you marry me? Be my boy wife, my son boy mama, and be my queen?” The box open and it reveal a tiny ring. “Like HELL no! I don't want to marry you you creep!!!" Donald said. "Now now, clam down. Let me rephrase that. Will you marry me?"

"As for your information, I don't want to be your boy queen! Or that kid boy mama." Donald said. "And besides, my answer is no." This cause King Zeus to be angry. "Why you..." He muttered.

Suddenly, a screen popped up near him. "Lord Zeus." The king let out the groan. "Yes? What is it?"

"About that Red Sharp, that was at Boy Princess Castle that we had invaded.. well, it's gone."

Donald was shock. This king Zeus must want that Rainbow Star Crystal too. They must not beat him before he does. But Professor Gyros told them that they must not let the Rainbow Star Crystal fall into the wrong hand.

King Zeus turned to the screen in shock. "Come again?"

"Well you see, someone managed to beat us there first."

“Who are they?"

"Well, from what I'm gathering from security cameras that I hack, it a rooster with a red cap, a green parrot with a green cap, two duck wearing a pink dress that look exactly the alike as if they’re twin but the only difference was the dress look different.” He explained.

Donald's eyes widened in shock. "Panchito, Jose! And the other me!" Donald exclaimed as King Zeus turned to him. "Hmm? Another you?" King Zeus asked and Donald gulp as he almost spill out the bean. “Oh! W-why! Yes! Another me hehehe. It my doppelgänger! We became friend when I met him! Hahaha…….” Donald hope he buy his lie, King Zeus then turned to the screen again. "Alright you go ahead and destroy those three." King Zeus said as his minions nodded. "By the way, where's the next Rainbow Star Crystal?"

“The Sarasaland, in Princess Della Palace ."

"Excellent, be sure to get there first before those pesky plumber." He said as they saluted and ended the transmission.

"I WON'T LET YOU HURT THEM!" Donald yelled he glared at the king. "Whoa, easy now boy mama it isn’t appropriate for the boy princess to act like this..." Doofus said.

Suddenly, King Zeus order the Beagle boys to take Boy Princes away but this time, in the dungeon lock up tight. They began dragging him away. Donald try his best to fight off and free himself.

"Now now, Boy Princess. You need to calm down." King Zeus chuckle evilly as they roughly grab each of Donald arms and drag him downstairs in the castle. One of the Beagles open the cage bar for him and the other then shoved Donald to his prison until he agreed to the deal.

"Anything you wish to ask the king?" he grinned, hoping one of them would be if he would release Donald and he would agree to the engagement.

"No," Donald looked at them, colder than the winter snow.

"You better start thinking as soon as you get the correct answer, you can be free from this prison." One of the Beagle said.

"Do his worst..." Donald narrowed his eyes to him.

They both sneered at him and locked him inside yet again.

Donald let out a hump as he sat on the prison bed. Suddenly, he heard a voice. A voice that sound like a Scottish elder man.

“Curse me kilts, Who are you anyway?”

“Unca Scrooge?!”

[hillywooddestiel]

The Retreat- Chapter 12

Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader

Warnings: talk of smut, fluff, harassment/stalking

Word count: 2.3k

Series description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: Hahaha you thought this was a simple love story, you thought wrong. I’m sorry. And will be for the foreseeable future. Oh well. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist  Marvel Masterlist

Story:

Round two was in his bed. Round three was in the shower. Round four was slow and tender this morning in his bed again. It’s not often that I can say I didn’t get much sleep and I don’t mind one bit. I watch Bucky’s naked ass disappear into the bathroom, a t-shirt flying towards my face before the door closes. Enjoying the musky smell of his cologne, I slip it on over my naked body and start my mission to find my panties since the shirt does little to preserve my modesty. There are a lot of clothes on the floor! I finally find them under a pair of dress pants, pulling them on and heading out of the bedroom.

More clothes lie in a trail towards the couch, namely my shoes and dress, like some porno version of ‘Hansel and Gretel’. They lead me to the huge window overlooking the edge of Central Park. The sun is peeking over the buildings in the distance, light casting stretched shadows of the trees onto the dewy grass. All I can see from my apartment is more apartments.

“Enjoying the view?” Bucky saunters in with a smug smile, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I’d say I had a more beautiful view last night.” He whispers into my ear and I slap his arm briefly.

“Don’t cheapen the moment!” I turn in his looped arms to face him, linking my hands behind his neck. “Please tell me you have coffee.”

“I ran out. I can go and get some though. Do you like pastries?”

“Is the sky blue?”

“Good point. I’ll just go get dressed and then I’ll be back in ten.” He kisses me before letting go and heading back to his bedroom, returning a moment later in sweats and a jacket. “I won’t be long. Stay right here. Just say if you wanna watch TV.”

“Wait what?” Too late, he’s already gone. What does he mean, ‘just say’? Wait… “TV?” on command, a huge screen lowers from the ceiling. I have to come around it since it’s designed for viewing from the couch. “News?” A grid of nine news channels is displayed on screen. “The first one?” The first grid enlarges and the sound turns on. This is so cool!

Bucky returns with two black coffees in takeaway cups and a paper bag of pecan croissants. Nothing beats coffee and pastries in the morning. Except maybe round five on the couch. Pulling my clothes on again, I glance at the time on the clock.

“Shit, we’re gonna be late for work.”

“As your boss I say that you have a pretty good reason.” He jokes, his abs distracting me for a second.

“You can’t just let me be late, that’s an abuse of power! Besides, we have a lot of work to do if we want the earlier launch.”

“I’m not letting you be late. You can have the day off… we both can…” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows, pulling me underneath him once again. I have to hold him by the shoulders or I know I won’t even leave this apartment today.

“We can’t! Believe me I really, really, want to but I can’t let the team down and the place will run into chaos without you.” I try to reason, my resolve disappearing faster than sand in a timer.

“Then have dinner with me. Tonight.” Why are handsome people so persuasive? We can’t go out to a restaurant though, I don’t want anyone knowing about this yet.

“Fine, dinner. My place. I’ll cook and we can talk.”

“Just talking?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

Before heading into work, Bucky drops me off at my apartment. Partly so that I can get fresh clothes and make myself more presentable for work but also so that we can arrive at the office separately. I grab my highest cut dress from my wardrobe but it isn’t high enough. I can’t wear a scarf all day so I leave my hair down for a change, hoping and praying that Wanda won’t look at my neck too closely. She left 23 messages on my phone, 17 missed calls and five voicemails. Steve also left a few messages and so did Peggy. I respond to them all with ‘I’m fine, don’t worry’. Hopefully that will be enough to avoid too many questions at work. Grabbing my travel makeup bag, I leave my place and head out to hail a cab.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Wanda screeches the second the elevator door opens and I enter the office. She pulls me into a tight hug and doesn’t let go.

“I had to go home after talking to Bu-Barnes to work on some sketches and forgot to come and tell you. I’m sorry.”

“You could have called! Or replied to your phone!”

“I didn’t notice it was on silent. I’m fine though, you can stop worrying.” I reassure her before weaving past to get to my desk. The heels come off immediately under the desk and I open my emails. 27 wow! Right to it then. Meetings, meetings, meetings, replies from artists, more meetings, reminders, some sponsored costume run thingy, yet more meetings… Mr Barnes? I pause my scrolling immediately to open the one email, noting that I am the only recipient. It’s just titled ‘Meeting’ and the only information is ‘My office, 6.00pm. Don’t be late.’. Huh… I guess that’s the dinner plans we were talking about earlier.

“What’s that?”

“Jeez! Wanda you scared me.” I feel my heart jump in my chest and clutch my hand to it.

“Sorry. So what is that?” She asks again pointing to (surprise, surprise) my neck.

“Ummmm…”

“You lied didn’t you! You didn’t have a meeting with Barnes… you met up with someone!” She comes around the desk and flips my hair away revealing more purple bruises.

“Ummmm…”

“Who is it? Tell me you’re not getting back together with India!”

“No no no. God no! It’s not India.” I emphasize- I’d rather shove a blunt pencil through my open eye than get back together with that bitch. Just thinking about her makes my skin crawl.

“So who is it then? Do I know them?”

“I don’t know if… actually, his name is Jamie. And that’s all you’re getting.” It’s not a total lie. Jamie comes from James it’s just that nobody calls him that. See, not a lie. Ethical conundrum avoided (sort of).

“Jamie? Is he hot?”

“… Yes…” I hide my face from her as she shrieks in excitement.

“When do I get to meet him?!” Wanda bounces up and down on her toes like a child waiting for candy after school.

“Woah, who said anything about meeting him?” I quickly pump the brakes on that idea, “We’re only just starting out and we don’t even know if we’re serious yet. Plus this might just be the rebound before I get into another real relationship, which I don’t even know if I want to be getting into again for a looong time.”

“Sorry… I guess I’m just excited for you.” Wanda retreats, looking down at the ground sheepishly as I cover my neck with my hair again. Just in time too.

“Hey Y/N/N. Got an artist here, says they have their design boards.” Maria pops her head into the office before rushing off again, as she so often does.

“Thanks Maria!” I shout back to her, glancing at Wanda, “Not a word!”

Throughout the day, Wanda keeps whispering questions to me: what is he like, did he buy me dinner first, is he from the office (I had to lie for that one), when are we next meeting and so on. I’m actually thankful for the break from her when time rolls on to 5.55pm and I leave my floor for the day. She gives me a sly smile as I leave for the elevator, speculating just where I’m going to. Some people are so dirty minded! Sure, we had sex last night, a lot, but that doesn’t mean that that’s what is happening tonight- we really do need to talk.

“Hello?” I call out into the seemingly empty office floor. His receptionist isn’t at her desk and there’s nobody waiting around to see Bucky.

“In here!” An echoey voice replies from in the actual office space itself. Heels clicking on the smooth floor, I walk into his office and find him just on the phone. He raises a finger as if to say ‘just a minute’ and continues his conversation as I awkwardly stand in the empty space, “I don’t care about who it was, just see if you can get an exact date from them. When do you think? As soon as possible! Alright, just email me when you have more information. Goodbye.”

“You ready to go?” I ask, knowing better than to press into work matters when someone is stressed.

“Almost.” He turns his attention to his computer, typing a few things and standing up, “Okay, that should be everything. Let’s go.”

I make dinner from scratch (spicy bean quesadillas, a personal favourite of mine) and we go through a whole bottle of malbec together. Neither of us talk much, avoiding the sensitive subject until we sit on the couch together- I make sure to distance myself to avoid the temptation.

“So…”

“So… us?”

“Yeah, us… is there- is there going to be an ‘us’?” I ask, not one for dancing around a touchy subject.

“Well do you want there to be?” Bucky responds with a question of his own. Do I want to be in a relationship with James Buchanan Barnes? He’s charming, caring, he’s his own person- and excellent in bed/shower/sofa might I add. Am I ready to be in a relationship with him? It’s been one week and four whole days since the coldest bitch of New York left me; there are no written rules saying that it’s not enough time to move on but on some level it still feels like a horrible thing to do. But then again, what do I owe her?

“I think so.” I say, although the my voice goes higher making it sound more like a question.

“You think so…” Bucky repeats, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“C'mon! You’ve got to admit that this is all just a little bit… you know?”

“Wrong?”

“No… yeah… I don’t know!” I grumble, standing up to get more wine or more likely something stronger. He gets up and follows me, keeping very close.

“Let me ask a simpler question: do you have feelings for me?”

“Yes.” That I can answer without a doubt. Even him just asking makes my heart flutter.

“Then why shouldn’t we?!” Bucky takes my arms and holds me close, our foreheads almost touching, “What’s holding you back, doll?”

“I… I guess I’m just scared of what people are going to say…” I confess, dipping my head low. Immediately, Bucky tips my chin up with his finger and captures my lips with a tender kiss.

“You of all people shouldn’t have to worry about what others say. And who cares what they say? I’ll fire them if they dare say anything about my girl.”

“Aw that’s sweet. Concerning because you shouldn’t be firing people because of your girlfriend, but sweet.” I laugh, gazing up at him.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” his face lights up instantly, “But I have some conditions. One, we are not telling anyone about this at work or anywhere else. Not yet. And two… I want to take this slow.”

“I can do slow.” Bucky grins and leans in, kissing me very slowly but I push him off again.

“I’m serious, I don’t want to rush things. I want to savour every single moment with you.” I murmur, pecking his lips and breaking free from his hold. He groans in frustration, suspecting tonight isn’t headed in the same direction as last night. As they say: always leave them wanting more.

With another lingering kiss, Bucky leaves my apartment with a new skip in his step. The excited feeling doesn’t leave with him; that feeling of something new stays leaving me a giddy, lovestruck mess. Suddenly, there’s a soft knock on my door. The idiot must have left his keys or something. Ready to ridicule him, I open the door gladly only to find nobody there on the other side. I bet it was those damn kids upstairs playing knock-a-door run! I’m about to march upstairs and give their parents an earful of my delightfully colourful language when I notice a white envelope on the doormat with ‘To Y/N’ scrawled on the front. Checking the stairwell again with my eyes, I pick up the delivery and take it inside. Did Bucky leave it behind? That’s both really sappy and really sweet. Grinning, I open it with my finger and loads of small pieces of card fall out onto my kitchen island. Photographs. I yelp and jump back when I get a better look at them and what they’re of. On the street outside the bar, by his window in just a shirt, lips locked with one another, leaving his apartment together this morning. They’re zoomed-in evidence of mine and Bucky’s budding relationship, taken from across the street without our knowledge. Cheat, skank, bitch and other words adorn some of the photos in vibrant red ink making bile rise in my throat. What kind of crazy psychopath would do such a thing? I know I hate her but I wouldn’t think India would do something like this. This is some sick joke. It has to be. I really hope it is.

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[mihanada]

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

(back to masterpost)

I have a backlog a mile long...

But yes, we are back to this point in the story!

Chapter 31: Dew (Part 4)

I remember being kind of worried when Lan Wangji showed up, too, haha. After all, it’s difficult to get a read on his character in the beginning when you lack a lot of context for all of his actions.

“Wei WuXian had never seen him with such an obviously displeased expression on his face before.”

This is saying something given that Lan Wangji had been genuinely pissed at him for various things throughout the years.

“He touched his chin and, for some reason, felt exceptionally guilty.”

I like this little moments where Wei Wuxian is self-conscious. They are brief and the narrative doesn’t linger on them, but they help build an image of him as not as completely and utterly shameless as he is otherwise made out to be at times.

Also adds something to his character that he can’t identify the reason why, just that he does feel guilt. He has awareness of his own emotions, but the reason is not always clear.

“Oh no. Don’t tell me that Lan Zhan really pretended to be drunk so that he could kill Wen Ning after I summon him. Of course. Nobody actually gets drunk after just a bowl.”

lool Wei Wuxian’s worries. Don’t worry, that is totally not his intention. Very reasonable conclusion to make considering he is walking over with his sword, though.

“With a loud smack, Lan WangJi hit Wen Ning.”

now you can laugh

“As if he didn’t think one smack was enough to express his rage, Lan WangJi pushed Wen Ning to about thirty feet away.

He spoke to Wen Ning in an annoyed voice, “Go away.”

And again.

lol Lan Wangji you are so childish when you’re drunk.

“He was even more serious, proper, flawless than usual...But, as he looked down, he found that Lan WangJi’s boots were put on the wrong feet.”

I don’t know how Wei Wuxian didn’t die laughing. I guess he was more freaked out about why the heck Lan Wangji was like this, but it’s pretty hilarious. The proper and formal Lan Wangji...put his boots on the wrong feet.

He’d be a weird sleepwalker, I guarantee it.

“With one on the left and one on the right, he solemnly wrapped his hands around both of Wei WuXian’s fingers.

With a clang, Bichen fell to the ground due to its master’s negligence.”

I guess I’d be freaked out too. Did someone possess Hanguang-jun!? or something like that.

Poor Bichen, you are abused so much in this novel. I couldn’t believe he just dropped it to grab Wei Wuxian’s fingers. The great part is that he does it solemnly, totally serious despite how random this act seems.

Then he totally denies being drunk...

...See, Lan Wangji can lie! When drunk.

“Lan WangJi attentively maintained his gesture of how he grasped Wei WuXian’s fingers, with both of his hands in loose fists.”

I thought this was funny when I first read it, but now it’s sort of sad and adorable all at once.

“Some wailed loudly, others giggled idiotically, some flounced about, others collapsed immediately, some were determined in taking their own lives, others whimpered, “Why are you leaving me?”

The last one of these is a reference to MXTX’s other work, The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System. xD

“Lan WangJi whirled around and angrily smacked him once more.”

Chill, Lan Wangji, stop smacking the poor guy.

“Lan WangJi repeated angrily, “Do not play for him!”

your ugly side is showing, Lan Wangji. haha this is actually the first time he’s been really overt about this jealous side of him in the story, I think. There are various signs littered throughout, but it only becomes really clear when he’s drunk.

“Seeing that Lan WangJi had never been too fond of demonic techniques, he might have not liked how he used his flute to control Wen Ning.”

A totally reasonable assumption. You can’t blame Wei Wuxian for not connecting the dots.

“Anyway, he had to pet him in the direction of his fur, of course, “Alright. I’m only going to play for you, okay?”

Its adorable how patient and accommodating Wei Wuxian is, though like he said, the best thing to do is just go with the flow.

“Yet, unexpectedly, after Lan WangJi heard this, he reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him into his arms.”

are you sure you’re not possessed, hanguang-jun.

“Lan WangJi, “The face doesn’t show anything. Listen to the heartbeats.”

This is just hilarious in an odd way.

Wei Wuxian hasn’t noticed yet that this is really, really unusual. Lan Wangji dislikes people touching him, yet grabs your hands and shoves your head against his chest? hmmm...

“...it would’ve been impossible for Wei WuXian to treat him with respect and not play any tricks.”

Just can’t help himself, as usual, when it comes to Lan Wangji.

"Having heard no answer from behind him, he turned around only to see Lan WangJi holding the basin in his hands, his face already buried inside.”

loool whhy Lan Wangji why

Wei Wuxian is surprisingly (or not) good at taking care of people though.

“… Did he drink the water or did he not?”

lool his concern. like, oh god he d r a n k the water meant for your face! please don’t let him remember this

I have to admit, I was quite surprised by some of the answers when I first read his little interrogation.

I was like: then why did he have those jars of Emperor’s Smile?? I thought he took up drinking after Wei Wuxian died, but if so why did he not drink the ones in his room?

“Do you like rabbits?” “Yes.”

HA. he does like the rabbits. who can resist them. Though, the Cloud Recesses probably has a bit of an overpopulation problem...how are they not overrun by bunnies?

“Have you ever liked anyone?” “Yes.”

haha

hahaha...

Since Wei Wuxian next asks if he likes Jiang Cheng, then Wen Ning, he meant this in a general term, not a romantic/physical attraction thing. But Lan Wangji answers “Mine.” when he asks about himself.

don’t you think this is a suspicious answer??

“He took Bichen off his back, thinking to himself, When I pointed at myself, Lan Zhan probably thought that “this one” meant Bichen.”

NO. WHY. You asked him what he thought of YOU. arrgghh. why would it make sense for you to ask if he likes his sword? Granted, he figured that his train of thought derailed since he was drunk, but nooo. He doesn’t mean his sword...you see how he treats that poor thing? XD

ALSO:

Jiang Cheng receives a negative response: a frown

Wen Ning receives an indifferent response

haha poor Jiang Cheng.

“Wei WuXian knew that Lan WangJi was desperately drunk, that it wasn’t directed at him, yet those three words still crashed into him, taking away the strength in his arms and legs.”

just think of what he’ll do when it IS directed at him and he finally realizes it

“Bichen was thrown onto the ground by its master again.”

see

“After pausing for a moment, Lan WangJi’s hand came over and, after fumbling around in the blanket for a while, started to slowly untie the ribbons holding his clothes together. Wei WuXian exclaimed, “Okay! Enough! I didn’t mean for you to remove it in this sense!!! Alright!!! Sure! I’m lying down and I’m sleeping!!!”

lool Lan Wangji is a little shit with selective hearing when he’s drunk.

“It seemed that, ever since he came back, whenever he decided to tease Lan WangJi like how he did in the past, he always suffered from his own actions.”

It’s called karma. xD this is what you get for bullying him all those years ago.

(quotes from ExR’s translations)

← back・onward →

[cheollies]

Secrets

Warnings: blood ment, cursing, 

“Hey!” And before you could prevent the click of the barrel, the sound the bullet passed through the man’s skull, resulting in a splatter of deep red coating your face and the neat white jacket resting on your shoulders, “What the fuck.”

The man beside you, stands unfazed with the gun resting in his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair, red staining his hands lightly before moving to gently shake the remaining blood on his clothes, “Calm down. You’ve seen worse”

You stood frustrated. Clenched fist and teeth gritting, You tightly closed your eyes as if to prevent yourself from exploding with rage. Making your voice calm and collected, “Mingyu. What did I just tell you!” You tried to sound calm but obviously the anger slithered through your teeth, “I said to wait!”

Mingyu shrugged, playfully waving the gun in his hands and putting an innocent act on, “I didn’t know you actually meant to wait. I thought we were playing a game. You know, making the suspense build”

“You’re an idiot. A complete idiot.” Your eyes were drawn down looking at the red stained sleeves of your jacket. A sigh of defeat escaping your lips before your eyes looked up at Mingyu, “Look what you did to my jacket. I specifically told you that my boyfriend got it for me.” Your voice fell, “Now it’s ruined.”

“Your boyfriend?” Mingyu momentarily looked up as he was currently searching the lifeless man on the ground, “Joshua? I thought you guys broke up.”

“Hahaha.” You sarcastically spoke while slipping the jacket off. Your eyes sadly looked at the ruined jacket, “and he just got it too, spent most of his money on it.”

Mingyu stood up, fishing out his cell phone from his pockets, “Look if it means so much to you, I’ll buy you the exact same one. Joshua won’t even notice.” Mingyu mutters a low “it’s finished.” into the phone before shoving his it back into his pockets.

You sigh, giving the jacket a longing look, “Don’t bother. I wouldn’t accept anything from your dirty hands.”

Mingyu grinned innocently, oh how you wanted to slap that grin from his face. As you two exit the building, Mingyu places a hand on the mid of your back, his hand sliding dangerously close to your ass earning him a quick slap on the hand, a small pout on his lips. He quickly recovers, throwing his arm around your shoulders, putting most of his weight onto you, “It’s no fair that Joshua gets you all to himself! What’s so great about him anyways.” Mingyu leans close to your ear, “Is it the sex?”

A red tint appears on your cheeks before you elbow Mingyu roughly in the abdomen. A smirk on his lips while you mutter profanities, cursing him under your breath.

You’re completely rushing now. Running around the tiny room, Jun leans against the doorframe, watching you amusingly. You were in such a rush that you didn’t even mind pulling your bloodstained top off in front of him, well it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it all before, but that was a long time ago. The word ‘shit’ escaping your lips over and over again as your eyes kept glancing at the clock.

Jun chuckled, playing with the cell phone in his hands, he’s twirling it as the screen lights up, “Joshua says he just arrived at the restaurant.” A smile places his lips watching you put effort into your looks, “Which reminds me, how come you haven’t told him what you actually do for a living?”

A sarcastic laugh erupts from your mouth as you make eye contact with Jun in the reflection of the mirror, “Yes. Why don’t I just sit Joshua down and say ‘hey I know I never told you this but I actually kill people for a living and the fact is that I could die any moment and wait, yes your life could possibly be in danger too’” You turn your head to fully look at the smirking Jun, “Get your head out of your ass Jun.” You sigh, “It’s just, I want there to be a good timing to say stuff like this.”

He shrugs, “Why not today. You’re gonna have to do it sooner or later.” Jun tosses your cell phone towards you. You watch his form leave your sight and you let out a loud and frustrating groan.

You find yourself running through the streets, bursting through the door creating a loud ruckus that has everyone staring at you. Among the sea of eyes yours connects with the boy grinning. A smile reflected on your face as you trail to the table while everyone goes back to their previous actions. Joshua stands up, his hand brushing against your cheek, running through your hair as he places a sweet kiss onto your lips that cause butterflies to explode in your body.

“You really know how to make an entrance.” Joshua lets out a content breath, “I was starting to think you were standing me up. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

You give him a pout, “You said you forgave me. I was really really really caught up at work.”

Technically you weren’t lying, on that particular day you were hoping it’d be a fast shoot and run but Mingyu had blown the cover ten minutes before your date with Joshua, causing you to chase the damn guy around the neighborhood for forty five minutes. Safe to say, you have put more bullet in the guy’s head than you needed too and you were a centimeter close to putting one in Mingyu’s. By the time you have gotten to the restaurant, it had closed and you did the walk of shame to your shared apartment with Joshua.

Joshua makes a questioning look at the ceiling, “I don’t know. I might need a little more convincing.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted. You couldn’t believe you were resorted to this. You, a trained killer, someone who’s had blood coating their entire body, who literally snapped a woman’s neck without hesitance simply because ‘she was damn annoying’.

Your lips came to a thin line. You coughed, your hands curling and being brought up to your cheeks. Your voice high pitched and in a whine, you were doing it all for him, “Joshua. Shua~~. Please forgive me.” You could see him holding back a smile. You dropped your hands, “I hate you.”

Joshua broke into a fit of laughter, “But you were so cute. ‘Shua~’” He began imitating you, making you squirm in embarrassment and then a frown placed his lips when he finally noticed your outfit, “What happened to the jacket. Did you not like it?”

You sat silently for a second. You were so caught up in getting here on time you forgot to make up an excuse, “Ahh. I’m so sorry. I spilled some wine on it earlier. The stain is hard to get out.”

A simple “Oh” passed his lips. You could tell from his eyes that he was a bit hurt. You bit your lip nervously, it was moments like these that you just wanted to blurt it out to him.

Time passed quickly throughout the dinner, you’re eyes lovingly stared at Joshua the whole time. Your chin resting on your hand, you toyed with your food, staring at the beautiful sparkles in his eyes, the way his pink lips moved with every word, and how his cheekbones become more prominent when he laughs. You absolutely loved him.

Jun’s words echoed in your head “You’re gonna have to do it sooner or later”

You whispered a low “fuck you Jun.”

Now you and Joshua were resting on the couch. Your head laying on Joshua’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as his arms protectively wrapped around your waist and the dull sound of the tv playing in the background.

It wasn’t like this was the moment to tell him. You thought. You knew you loved him but who’s to say that he truly loved you. For all you know he could have a side chick.

Joshua soothingly rubbed your back, he lifted his head to look down at you who was staring blankly at the television, he placed a simple kiss to the top of your forehead, catching your attention. Joshua stared into your eyes, “I love you. Only you.”

Fuck

That was a mere coincidence you thought. You whispered the words “I love you” back before resting your head back on his chest. You were trying to keep calm. Who knows, you continued to think. It’s not like you two have been together for a long time. It’s been probably what 8 months. To be honest, you knew you weren’t one to keep up with time.

Joshua begins playing with the ends of your hair, “You know.” He starts, you hum to signal that you were listening, “This past year and a half have honestly been the best because of you.”

Shit

A year and a half. You were mentally cursing yourself now and Jun because he had poisoned your mind with these thoughts. Finally, you concluded, today was the day. It was all or nothing. It was time to lay it all out to him.

You lifted yourself up, causing Joshua to move also, “Joshua,” He looked at you curiously, the sudden shift in your tone made him concerned. You placed a hand on his cheek, “Joshua you know I love you so much.” You touched his pitch black hair lovingly, “And I would never lie to you.”

Joshua tilted his head, “What’s wrong.” He scooted closer, his forehead connecting with yours, Joshua could feel your shaking breath. In an attempt to soothe you, he closed the distance, his lips taking in yours. He was the first to pull away, staring into your eyes, “What happened.”

“I think we should order pizza!” You mentally banged your forehead on a table. You couldn’t believe what you had just said. Mingyu and Jun would definitely be laughing at you right now.

And Joshua did just that. The tips of your ears turning bright red and your cheeks puffing out. You could only hear his laughter, and you even watched how his body shook violently before it took a tumble to the ground.

“Stop laughing.” You stated, lightly kicking your boyfriend’s legs.

Joshua got on his knees, holding his stomach as he attempted to calm down, “I’m sorry. You were just so serious.” A large grin plastered his lips, he couldn’t contain himself, he placed a hand behind your neck, pulling you towards his lips. Joshua took in your cherry flavored lips. He stood up, leaving you dazed in your seat. You watched him walk away towards the phone, probably to buy you that pizza.

Tomorrow. You told yourself. Tomorrow you’d definitely do it. In the meantime, you noticed the black metal had shifted openly under the couch. Looking at Joshua, his back turned towards you, you slowly kneeled on the ground, shoving the gun back under the couch and making a mental note to remember to hide it better.

Just as Joshua returned back to you, you opened your arms towards, and the boy gladly tackled you lightly on the couch. Laughter erupting from both of you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You never wanted this moment to end.

[frazzledsoul]

So @jj-heart wrote about my query here about the reason that Luke seemed to be solely responsible for April’s education in AYITL was due to her mother succumbing to a tragic cactus accident

Tragic cactus accident, hahaha, the best, I want to read a story about that. Too good.

Well, I don’t kill Anna off here, but giant cactuses, vengeful birds, and adolescent tantrums may be involved.

Spring 2008

Luke first noticed that something was amiss when he picked April up from the airport.

It was the middle of spring and she was wearing a turtleneck, a baseball cap, and sunglasses. When he asked her about it, she shrugged and claimed she thought that Connecticut was having a late winter spell, which didn’t sound right to him at all. She was usually meticulous about checking the weather before came back in for her visits, and she’d lived here long enough to know that New England had settled into warm weather by this point. It unsettled him, but he figured he was overreacting, and decided not to say anything more just yet.

She was uncharacteristically quiet throughout dinner, and excused herself soon afterwards to Rory’s room.  Luke had checked in on her a few times and found her deep in phone conversation each time. She didn’t seem to want to talk, so he wasn’t going to push it. Part of him wondered if he had pushed her too fast these past few months: the past year and a half had forced a lot of changes on her, and he wondered if she was having problems adjusting to their recent change of residence.

He’d essentially moved into Lorelai’s house by the end of the previous summer, but both of them were uncomfortable with moving April in as well until she had gotten a chance to know Lorelai. April seemed overly protective of him at first, but bit by bit they became more comfortable with each other, and by the time they approached the subject of them formally moving in at Christmas, she seemed enthusiastic. The plan was for her to stay in Rory’s room until they could add on a formal bedroom for her upstairs: Rory was still on the road most of the time and although she had moved half of her things into a friend’s apartment in Washington D.C, it was uncertain where she would end up after the election was over.

The construction over the past month had gone well under his supervision. Liz and T.J. had rejoined the Renaissance circuit earlier in the spring and he refused to let any stragglers contaminate the remodeling this time. This time, it was for real: he was ready to settle down to a life with Lorelai, and have April be a part of it. He wasn’t going to let his stupidity get in the way again.

But something about April’s silence continued to nag him.

“She’s a teenage girl,” Lorelai reminded him later on that night. “They get sullen. They get moody. It’s normal.”

“She’s never been this quiet.” He rubbed his knuckles together. “Do you think something happened?”

“Well, you know, I –“ Lorelai began.

He looked up, concerned.

“What?”

“I saw a scratch on the side of her neck.” Lorelai ran her fingers over the skin just below her chin on her right side. “Here. Just a little one.”

“A scratch?”

Lorelai smiled. “Not that big of a deal. Maybe she ran into a cat –“

“She doesn’t have a cat,” Luke protested. “Anna’s allergic to cats.”

“I’m sure it’s not that big of a deal, “ Lorelai reassured him. “Maybe she got waylaid by a bat. A vampire bat.”

“A vampire bat,” Luke repeated.

“A sassy vampire bat.” Lorelai’s eyes widened. “Maybe she couldn’t outtalk the bat and it became a huge back and forth and she lunged at the bat and the bat lunged at her and then –“

“This sounds like something you’ve experienced before.”

Lorelai nodded. “But you see, I won. She can only benefit from my wisdom on the next go round.”

Luke reached for her hand and ran her fingers over her thumb. “One of the many reasons we keep you around, huh?”

Lorelai grinned and leaned down for a kiss. “You bet.”

April slept in the next morning. When she finally emerged from Rory’s room, she was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, her dark hair draped around her face.

Luke met her at the bottom of the stairs. “We’re painting your room today. I’m not sure that’s exactly room painting appropriate.”

“I like this shirt.”

“You’ll get hot.”

“We have fans.”

“The more you like that shirt, the less you’re going to like it after we get done. Change.”

When April met Luke and Lorelai at the doorway of her bedroom a few minutes later, she had changed into a white tank top and tucked her hair back into a ponytail.

The scratches on the right side of her neck were clearly visible.

As well as on the left side.

And the weird pockmarks on her forehead.

Luke dropped the paint scraper on the ground and rushed over to her. “April, what the –“ He ran his hand over the side of the face. “What happened to you?”

April shoved her hands in her pockets.  “It’s nothing.”

Lorelai crossed the room to join them.

“It’s not nothing. Look how scratched up you are. What happened?”

April straightened her ponytail holder. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“Does your mom know about this?”

“She was with me.” April shuffled from one foot to the other. “We went out to look for these birds. Chuck will willows. They don’t build nests in trees. They lay them on the ground. I wanted to see what the eggs would look like. Well, I guess, I wasn’t looking where I was going and –“

“You stepped on one,” Lorelai interjected.

“I didn’t mean to!” April insisted. “I was so careful, trying to watch where I was going, and I guess I kind of stepped over backwards and I stepped right on the nest. Or what substitutes as a nest. Seriously, the eggs were right on the ground, and then –“

She gulped. “It flew at me. Those stupid crazy birds flew at me. They weren’t supposed to attack! It’s like that crazy old movie. And they weren’t even big birds. They were little birds! They came here –“ She gestured to the right side of her neck. “And here –“ She paused for a breath. “I ducked out of the way to make them stop. And then they went after Mom! And they were super vicious. She’s worse than I am. They actually knocked her to the ground.”

Luke met Lorelai’s eyes. She placed her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.

Luke turned to April. “ So what happened then?”

“We got out of there before they could peck out our eyes. We got patched up at the ER. I think Mom wanted to call you, but –“ She crossed her arms over her chest. “It was just too embarrassing.”

“I see.” Luke looked at her quizzically. “And the pockmarks?”

“We tripped over a cactus on the way out.” Luke raised his eyebrows. “It was a really big cactus. I got my foot stuck in it, and the pot broke –“ April shook her head. “We didn’t stop to go back in. We just kind of ran for the car.”

“Uh huh.”

April glared at him. “You look like –“ Her gaze wandered to Lorelai. “You’re laughing.”

Lorelai shook her head. ‘Nope. Not laughing.”

Luke knew if he looked at her he wouldn’t be able to help himself.

He shoved his own hands in his pockets. “I was just – I was remembering something that happened with your cousin.”

“Doula? She’s a toddler. She got attacked by birds?”

Luke met Lorelai’s gaze. She smiled and looked down. “The other one. Jess. He got into a fistfight with a swan once. Got a black eye –“

“Ugh.”

“I was just thinking this might be a family trait –“

“You know, I don’t know why I even bother.” April crossed the hallway to Luke and Lorelai’s bedroom and slammed the door.

Luke turned to Lorelai, his mouth wide open.  “She slammed the door.”

Lorelai smiled.

“She couldn’t slam her own door. So she crossed the hallway, went to our room, and slammed that door. She actually crossed the –“ Luke ran his hands through his hair. “I –“

Lorelai patted his shoulder. “Fifteen years old, babe. You’re in for a wild ride.” She walked towards the bedroom to coax April out of it.

Luke stared at his shoes, pondering how exactly he would survive the next couple of years.

[smuttyfairy]

Admin Smuttyfairy @ BTS WINGS TOUR CONCERT IN NEWARK DAY 2

Hello peoples! Here is my very much somewhat long ass post on the concert I attended! I apologize for such a late post of this but I’ve just been so wiped out and tired since then. 

This is written over the span of the past few days since the concert so the entire thing is a little rough and much of a blur. Beware of some nonsense and small grammar errors here and there.

I will also have a list of tips for anyone who needs it (towards the bottom)!

Okay so while I have this fresh on my mind, I’ll go ahead and explain and kind of story-tell the day and everything.

So, starting Thursday night we heard that the Friday concert people were already camping out. So we kind of freaked a little and decided to go extreme but not too crazy extreme. Get what I mean?

So, we woke up at 5AM, literally rolled out of our pajamas and called and UBER to take us to prudential center. To make things worse, we all went to bed around 12-1AM (me being last to sleep of course), and at some point in the night wake up to pee at 3:30AM and couldn’t go back to sleep. SO I WAS BASICALLY RUNNING ON 2 & HALF HOURS RIP ME GUYS.

To makes matters just a tad bit worse we didn’t really eat a full meal before we left and before attending the actual concert. B r o. I was dying the whole day.

ANYWAY BACK TO 5-6AM STAKE OUT. Powerhouse was giving wristbands to GA for entrance into the center at 11AM. We get to the place and we oh roughly estimate there’s about 150-200 fans already out?? So we felt pretty good about our place in terms of getting into the concert venue itself. LORD THE COLD. I thought I was going to lose my mind. My toes were frozen, at one point I couldn’t feel my feet and man just being in the cold hurts. BUT WE SURVIVED. WE DID IT. THE WHOLE 5-6 HOUR WAIT. I say 5-6 hour wait because at 11AM they started distributing the wristbands in a careful order so it took waaaaay longer than I thought it should have. We ended up leaving the venue to go back to our hotel to get ready for the actual concert maybe around 12-1:30??? And we had to get back by 3PM since Admin Wangfairy and our other friend had soundcheck.

So we split up, Admin Kookfairy and another friend of ours, we attempt to find merch but of course it’s all sold out (cries af) except for towels and the 2nd version BTS lightsticks. I also wanted to try out the BTS photobook but the line was sooosoosoossosooooooo long and we had to get in line for our GA access at 5-530PM (honestly can’t remember) Bc they wanted us in our numbered ordered and of course that was difficult af.

Anyway, 5:30PM or so rolls on and the four of us booked (but not really Bc security didn’t want us to run) it as soon as we got scanned in and everything. Admin Wangfairy was in P1 and our other friend and myself were in P2.

The wait was long but doable. I met a few nice people there and even sat and took a rest for my feet and legs for a bit since I was practically low on energy and everything. I was actually ready to just pass tf out when I sat down tho hahaha. RIP. I was really tired y'all.

Anyway, our friend and I were in the middle, pretty somewhat decently close to the stage but not close up to be noticed or touched. MVs were playing and the fans would sing along and scream and sing fanchants while the stadium slowly filled up.

By 7:30 the music was blasted much louder than before and then finally after the last MV played, the intro VCR played. BRO THAT WAS A LIT INTRO VCR THO.

Anyway, after the VCR the boys come up and ohhhhh my godddd. I’ve been to a few other KPOP concerts before but I’ve never firsthand experienced being in a GA PIT standing. B R O. ITS AS WILD AS EVERYONE SAYS. Like if you’re not by the barricade/rails near the stage then your kinda fucked, especially if you’re in the mush of the inner crowd. As soon as BTS dropped into the scene I was being pushed all over, forward and side to side oh my godddd. My position itself shifted multiple times. I even lost my friend and got worried Bc she’s such a smol.

Another thing, I’m flipping short y'all and some people were tol or had their phones up. Like I couldn’t see the main stage BTS performed on :/ it was disappointing for me :( and like I already hadn’t eaten anything nor drunk enough water throughout the day like I’m supposed to and I had to deal with people shoving and pushing in the crowd with sweat and our bodies touching. It was very gross and grimey and damn I was a sweating mess.

OK SO. Of course the first song that is performed is Not Today and ohhh my god when the curtain dropped and the music played and the dramatic and rude ass sexual gotmefeelingsometypeofwaybutimstillhypeaf look was showed on the screens shiittttt I couldn’t even believe I was seeing BTS in the golden af flesh. LEGIT THEY ARE ALL MORE BEAUTIFUL IN PERSON COMPARED TO WHAT YOU SEE THROUGH PICTURES AND FANCAMS (It was the same for EXO & GOT7 too yall). OK BACK TO NOT TODAY. I COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES. THEY WERE SO TAN, SO GLIMMERING AND SHINING AND REAL??? And ohhhh my god. Y'all know I’m a huge hoe for Jungkook but god dAmn Taehyung with the headband and just the way he LoOkEd overall IT HAD ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY (Im starting go relive my tae feels can y'all tell).

I can’t remember the exact order of the songs they performed because it really went by so fast even though the entire concert was 2 and a half hours. I recorded a few performances and I took a couple (maybe many) pics of Jungkook towards the end when he was standing still (I’ll upload these when I get home). Nonetheless, I definitely enjoyed and partied it up with the crowd when I was recording. I really took in the performances and tried to get a good glimpse of the boys but they were on the main stage so it was difficult to see especially when people were in front of me and had their army bombs and cameras up in the air (I was on my toes too).

When Jungkook’s solo stage came on I seriously stopped breathing Bc *sniff* THATS BABE YALL. His voice and beauty and moves and just everything is so unreal he has so much stamina and he’s so built, his thighs are as thick we all see them in pics and just oh. My. God. Jeon Jungkook is a golden beauty and I swear I’ve never been so in love with an idol like this. AND BOOOOIIIII he was sweating SO MUCH. HE SWEAT TF OUT OF HIS SHIRT YOU COULD SEE HIS CHEST THROUGH THE SWEAT ON HIS SHIRT. Y'all know I was screaming my head off.

The next solo stage was Jiminnieboo and omfggg. Listen yall, it was sin af. The lights were red and I swear his top was so low you could see a pec if he bent over a bit. You think suffering through the screen of watching his fancams and the short film of Lie was bad? LORDDDDD. JUST LISTENING TO IT AND WATCHING IT ON THE BIG SCREEN LIVE AND SEEING FROM THE TIPS OF MY TOES ABOVE THE TALL ASS STAGE WAS EVEN WORSE. Never have I ever wanted to suffer so much more by watching this performance. And watching him just dance is so hot like omfg it was great, I love not breathing air and holy shit when he put the blindfold on, I lost my shit and wanted to fling myself in a pit of fire as I’m sure everyone else in the stadium did too. I’m sure at this point I was so focused on just trying to suffer I ended up gawking and staring up at the screen with drool running down the corner of my mouth.

The next solo stage was Yoongs’ and holy jesus Christ when his VCR came on I was so shook af???? LIKE THE VCR IDK MAN??? IT WAS SO ATTRACTIVE JUST SEEING HIS FACE AND SHIT BEING ANGSTY AND HOT AND JUST BEING YOONGI???? LIKE IDK MAN THIS ERA WITH THE BLACK HAIR KINDA FUCKS ME UP???? BUT ANYWAY. Can u believe he rose from the stage leaning all cool and shit against the piano. LIKE B O I YESSSS. And then he drops the first line from his song and suddenly all the screaming you hear comes to a halt? Was that just my mind doing that? :’) His stage was beautiful yall…I can’t believe I heard and watched Min Yoongi perform his solo song :’) Unfortunately it was performed on the main stage so, the struggle was real yall.

After that, MY FAV SONG COMES ON YALL. L O S T. THE BOYS ROSE FROM THE EXTENDED STAGE IN FRONT OF P2. HOLY SHIT THE CROWD WAS WILDT AF AND THERE WAS SO MUCH SHOVING AND PUSHING AT THIS TIME IT WAS FLIPPING ANNOYING AND CRAZY.

But anyway, below is a pic of how close I was :’)

I couldn’t believe I was seeing this stage so close?? And I couldn’t stop looking at Jungkook holy cow he was just so attractive man :’) And the choreo for this song is so beautiful god I can’t even explain just how enticing this performance was for me.

I’m finishing writing this two days later so my memory at this point is a blur RIP ME (I fell asleep when I started writing this and it was hours right after the concert and we spent the whole day in NYC so again couldn’t finish this). I think Namjoon was next. But man…his song Reflection. IT MAKES ME SO EMO. As soon as it dropped I got goosebumps and I just wanted to jump a cliff tbh. Whenever his lyrics “I wish I could love myself” came on, the crowd yelled “We love you” which I wasn’t expecting at all to be that loud but mannnn CHILLS AF.

The next solo stage I believe was Tae’s? I recorded this one even though he performed on the main stage but I captured the video screen! His voice is so great guys, I can’t believe the range he’s capable of :’) he’s not Jungkook or Jimin but who tf says he can’t sing bc he is Kim fucking Taehyung and he is a beautiful ass vocalist :’) how can his voice be as deep as the sea but reach the height of the empire state building?!! TT His stage was so emo, and so beautiful and emotional and jfiewaougfjawe I can’t even. I REALLY love this song too TT ARE YOU CALLING ME A SINNER

The next performance is Hobi’s!! HEY MAMAFIEOFJOFA. CAN I JUST SAY W O W. You know this shit was lit and just breath taking because this boy is such a cute sunshiny fluff ball and he’s over here performing this song about his mom :’) And even though it seems like the song is very pop and happy, there’s like that seemingly sad tone to it?? AM I MAKING ANY SENSE???? But ugh…the background screen would play clips of his past from the old eras, predebut and baby pics…my god it was just emotional to see it all there while he’s performing :’) And his energy and vocality is TT ughghhgg the stage was GREAT MAN THE STAGE WAS GREAT //SOBS// HELLO MAMA TTTTTTTTTTTT

After that is of course mama Jin :’) ughhhh this song guys :’) it emotionally wrecks me. It was just so beautiful and breathtaking to watch Jin perform this and hearing all the fans quiet down but also sing along to the song with him :’) I was so shocked that the fans were singing so loudly man and I just felt so proud and my heart clenched bc I’m pretty sure by the end of his performance Jin was on the brink of tears :’) I just felt so glad that we were able to move him in that way, even if it were just a little.

After Jin’s perf was of course C Y P H E RRRRRR WOOOOOO B RO THAT STAGE WAS L I T. LEMME TELL YOU MAN. THEY ARE RAP GODS RAP KINGS ALL SUPED UP IN THAT VELVETY DRAPE LIKE Y E S STEP ON ME???? The crowd was of course wild and jesus pit was crazy because rap line performed this on the extended stage so my ass was getting pushed all over :’) ESPECIALLY DURING FIRE MY GOD IT WAS SO ANNOYING I CANT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. But still, FIYAAAAAA OH AYE OHHHFEWAOIF. When all of the boys stepped out in those red velvet blazers holy Christ man…THEY LOOK LIKE FUCKCING KINGS??? I mean they are tbh!! After that they performed their older singles and performed 21st century girl and of course that was lit :’) I enjoyed myself here and really just hyped it up and sang along and everything!

After the ment, the next song is Boy Meets Evil. This was performed on the main stage I believe? I remember struggling to see it on stage so it must have been. After that is BST of course and all our asses get wrecked as soon as the instrumental for it drops and the boys come out on stage and get into position and then BAM. PIDDAMNUNMUL *cue moment of self black out bc I cant remember shit so I must have suffered so bad I lost my memory* But seriously though, the fanchants and fans just screaming and singing along to this song was amazing and it just felt really nice :’)

After that they did another ment and said they’d perform one last song? I think it was this one where they said it??? Or was it before BST? O_O okay well, WINGS started playing and the boys danced all over and got really hyped and interreacted with the crowd and everything! They had a dance battle during the dance break part before Hobi’s rap which was a blessing to watch on the extended stage. And then after that they all crouched in front of the camera as Hobi rapped his part and all hyped it up together and man it was a great performance.

I can’t actually remember when or where they said they were going to perform one last song but after chanting BTS a VCR came on and it was a deep one for sure. A montage of their older mvs (the most recent ones from HYYH era I think). I kinda want to watch this again because there’s a quote I saw there that I really liked TT but it was really moving bc one boy = 7 hearts?(something like that) :’)

After that, 2!3! Hoping for better days starts which I think I remember most of the fans sang along to! And then the finally song they performed was Spring Day and of course that was beautiful. I think at this point I was so wiped out the only thing I did was take it all in before the concert ended and just yelled the fanchants and sang along to the song.

Before I knew, the boys said their thanks and goodbyes and then the concert was over and the credits started rolling and the lights were back on and the boys were gone :’)

While this is not the first concert I’ve been to, I’d like to think that this was one of the best ones yet even though I suffered and stressed in pit. Eventually I found my smol friend and we met up with our other two and left the building and off to our hotel.

Anyway, that was my experience! If I had finished it the first day I started working on this it would have probably been a little more detailed so I apologize again for that :’) I hope my experience will hype you guys up for your concert day if you are attending!

- - -TIPS - - -

-Definitely get a lot of rest before the concert date starts. Eat and hydrate very well beforehand just in case you don’t have time or can’t during the day of.

-If you plan on camping out and/or staying out overnight, please make sure to check the weather and be safe and aware of your surroundings if you’re unfamiliar with the area. Also make sure to bring snacks (preferably fruit or granola bars) and water (also, try to keep it clean and don’t be one of those assholes who leave their trash on the ground and scattered all over for the wind to make an even bigger mess). Also if it’s cold af, bringing blankets and hand warmers will help to keep you warm and somehow survive.

-if you’re going alone and you’re worried about meeting people and making friends: don’t be afraid! The people around you are nice (or should be) and they are just as hyped to see BTS perform just as you are! Start a convo and ask where they’re from and who’s their bias of the group and what’s a favorite song they can’t wait to watch be performed!

-if you’re standing in pit: if you get offered a banner I would suggest you either decline it bc you won’t have the hands to hold it OR gladly take it and roll it and keep it in your bag just to store it there because when you’re in pit you will most likely only care about the performance and wanting to try and record it OR may want to just enjoy yourself without the obstruction of any other object but your phone and a bts bomb lightstick in your hands. That’s how it was for everyone in pit at my concert day.

-if you plan on buying merch: bring a bag or decent sized backpack to store your merch in! You want to try and keep from holding too many things in your hands during the concert and this will prevent you from losing things.

-the photo booth: if you plan on using the photo booth, it should be outside the venue somewhere nearby. How it works is by luck and randomness. Depending on the venue I think, you will answer a survey and receive a photocard collage of BTS. A box will be nearby and you will be given the chance to draw from the box for a chance at the photo booth. If you draw an orange ball, you will get to use the photo booth. If you do not get the orange ball, you will have to step out y fortunately :/ (I’m not sure if they let you redo it all over a second time tho). The line for this gets ridiculous.

-if you’re short and you’re standing in pit, I would suggest y'all wear something comfy for the heat (wear deodorant too) and possibly heels or platforms or boots with tall heels so you can see just above the stage and above the heads of the people around you. I was regretting I didn’t bring the tall heels I had Bc I’m sure I would have enjoyed the concert much better. :’)

-if you have signs or fanart you want to show the boys, please be aware of the people behind you and do not obstruct their view. It’s rude and unfair to them so if you’re going to do it, do it for a short time.

-what you do and how you spend your time at the concert is all on you in terms of recording and taking pictures, however I recommend you guys to enjoy the concert as best as you can and try to really embed it into your memory 💕

Good luck and have fun!

[thejokersenigma]

Deadly Voice Part 13

Ok Ive been finishing writing this and editing it for over 3 hours now and i’m pretty sure I’ve almost definitely missed bits so i apologise for anything that is not quite right!

I’m struggling to see where i’m going with my chapters at the moment - so bare with me! :S I’m also really worried my characters are falling out of character so I really apologise - i’ll try to pull them back!

Anyway - here it is! Please comment anything you’d like, I would love to do some requests so if you have any let me know! Thank you for reading!

Masterlist

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the Joker’s body flat on his back. His skin seemed even whiter with the contrast against black tarmac beneath him. That shouldn’t have happened. I didn’t do that.

Now I was faced with the consequences of my actions. I threw the gun that was still in my hand to the side blindly. Above the clatter of the gun hitting the ground I heard footsteps slapping the floor behind me and then Frost was next to me. Without thinking I turned and embraced him letting the tears fall down my face as the shock set in. I felt him hesitate at my unexpected contact but then his strong arms held me against his body as my chest racked with sobs.

I had fired the gun – true - but I had ensured that my aim had been just to the right of his body. I had wanted to call him on his bluff of firing the gun, but I didn’t want to kill him. I couldn’t. Something seemed to stop me every time I was given the opportunity to rid the world of the mad man.

So what had happened? Had something altered my aim at the last minute? Had there been a strong gust of wind? Had there actually been any wind? I couldn’t even remember the moment now – my mind was woolly with shock and confusion.

I could vaguely feel myself mumbling incoherently into Frost’s Jacket but I wasn’t really aware of what I was saying. Frost hadn’t said anything and I couldn’t see his reaction to the situation because my face was buried into his solid chest.

I was finding it difficult to breathe now and I pulled my face away from his suit feeling the cold hair hit my clammy cheeks. I blinked my puffy eyes up at Frost. His eyes were hard and he was staring at the body.

“What happened?” He croaked out without looking at me. I explained as best as I could between my hiccups and sniffs.

“Is he dead?” he asked quietly. I was about to confirm this when I had a thought – I hadn’t actually checked. I spun around, quickly and Frost’s arm dropped from my back as I dashed the short distance to the body, throwing myself down on my knees at the Joker’s side. Frost moved up behind me again and shone a torch onto the body.

The artificial light seemed to make the scene sicker to me and I heard myself mumble to myself, ‘Oh no, no, no…” The lids of his eyes had a lilac hue to them where they were closed and his sharp cheekbones made him look skeletal and gaunt. The usual slicked back green hair lay splayed out chaotically on the asphalt where it had been dislodged from the fall. His painted lips were neutral – the red colour now only reminding me of blood, his blood. Those lips wouldn’t slide into his signature smile anymore.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek and brushed it away angrily, maybe he wasn’t gone yet – maybe I could still stop this. I moved my gaze down to his torso, searching his body for the bullet hole. I had attempt to shoot just to the right of his chest but I could see no damage to his coat that still lay partially across his abdomen. I pushed the purple reptile skin aside to see if I had somehow managed to avoid his coat.

There was nothing, no wound, no blood, just his beautiful toned chest, inked with his rows of ‘HAHAHA’ and his muscles outlined clearly even in the dim lighting.

That was impossible. He had to have an entrance wound. I shifted myself position so I was by his head again. I moved my hand to his neck to feel for a pulse. My hand hesitated above his skin – I was tentative to touch him, it had always seem a forbidden action to touch him – apart from to slap him of course. Now is not the time to worry about this! I scolded myself.

My fingers made contact with his skin gently and I wasn’t surprised at the icy feel. I applied more pressure and moved my fingers searching for a pulse. A lone tear escaped the corner of my eye and before I could wipe it away it fell to land just below his lips.

From the corner of my eye I saw his mouth move and his tongue flicker out to the droplet that lay on his skin. His tongue then retreated and his mouth spread into a wide grin, his silver caps capturing the torch light. My hand was motionless in shock on his throat. I didn’t dare move, I felt like a deer caught in headlights. My eyes travelled up to meet his which were staring at me. When our eyes met I felt his chest begin to rise up and down, his familiar laughing ringing out into the silent alley, starting low and quiet and then building till he was visibly shaking with the power of his laugh.

I shoved him away angrily and pushed myself to my feet.

“Aww doll, you should see your face! You care –it’s so touching baby!” He grinned at me. I wiped my tears away from my cheeks angrily, annoyed that I showed this monster any emotion.

“You’re an ass!” I hissed at him not caring what he would do.

I heard him chuckling to himself as I strode away, wiping my damp cheeks on angry tears, as I headed toward the end of the alley.

I felt a presence follow me and I knew it wasn’t the Joker from the walk – was it bad that I knew how he walked that well? – it must have been Johnny but I didn’t turn until I had reached the road.

“You knew what he was going to do and you didn’t tell me!” I screeched, rounding on him. He looked a little stunned at my sudden outburst, and at least had the good courtesy to bow his head in guilt, but I wasn’t going to forgive him.

“Take me home!” I demanded at Miles who still remained stood by the driver’s door of the car, his arm crossed against the cold that I could no longer feel over my rage. He glanced at Johnny who shrugged and then looked over his shoulder as the Joker appeared from the alley. He seemed to have recovered from his laughing fit and had attempted to smooth his hair back into place, though it still had a tousled look to it. His eyes were on me but his face was serious, as though deep in thought. He nodded his consent so I turned on my heel without a word and I strode to the passengers door of the car. Miles went to open my door but I slapped his hand away and I hauled the door open furiously and threw myself down in my chair before slamming the door shut. I didn’t look out the window – I didn’t want to acknowledge his existence anymore. Let him remain dead on the tarmac like I thought he had been.

I grabbed my gun that I had left on the seat previously and cradled it in my lap. The next person who tried to stop me from going home was going to end up on the floor and was not going to get back up this time.

I didn’t look up when Miles got in the car and for the entire journey I remained seething in silence.

When we pulled up outside the club I threw my own door open again and didn’t acknowledge Miles in the slightest as I stomped up to the entrance.

Once in my flat I locked my door tight and checked all my windows were clamped shut - though I was certain that wouldn’t stop anyone I knew from getting in if they really wanted to. I then curled myself up in bed with several layers of blankets and, though I wondered if sleep would actually find me tonight, it didn’t take long before I was unconscious.

The next day, was normal apart from the thoughts that whirled around my head.

What the hell had happened last night?! What had the Joker to gain from last night’s theatrics?! But did he need to be able to gain anything really? Wasn’t it all just about ‘fun’ for him? Did he just get bored and need some entertainment, sid he just need a mind to mess with?

If that was the case though, why go through so much trouble to get me in particular? Why not just chose any poor soul of the street?

So why mess with me? Was I that fun to ruin? How could he have been certain I wouldn’t have truly shot him? And what had he hoped to gain from pretending to be dead – to just mess with my mind?

But why had I reacted the way I did? Looking back I remembered all my emotions before I had realised he was faking – I had been in serious pain, the idea of him dead had hurt me a lot. But why? He was a horrible person, and had never been nice to me. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find his attractive – everyone did – but that shouldn’t result in such a violent reaction to his death should it?

These thoughts floated and collided within my mind and I talked myself round in circles whilst continuing my daily routine. He truly was driving me insane. I needed to stay away from him. At least he was banned from the club – last night was a one off meeting. I’d just stop going to the gun range to prevent any further chances, although the thought of not being able to practise my shooting anymore made my heart drop a bit. It would be for the best though.

 That night I went down to the club earlier than usual to try to get away from my thoughts, hoping the pounding music and mindless chatter would drown them out.I made my way to the side of the stage to await my turn and looked out at the crowd drinking, dancing and yelling over the noise at each other. I had to do a double take when I saw Frost stood by his usual booth. That could only mean that he was here, and that was impossible - Penguin had said he was banned – and surely there was no way he could have gotten in here if Penguin didn’t give permission – what were they playing at. I was starting to get annoyed at all these crime lords.

Before I knew it my turn had come to perform and I was stepping out onto the stage. I vented my anger and frustration through loud, high attitude songs but throughout my performance I kept glancing over to where Johnny stood. He didn’t move he just remained stood in the same position guarding the chairs, surveying the crowd. The Joker never showed.

Once my set finished I wandered off the stage more confused and frustrated than when I had started. I began to walk back to my flat with the dream of a nice cup of tea and my pyjamas filling my mind when I saw Grimms waiting for me backstage yet again – probably to ask yet another favour.

“[Y/N]!” He called over to me and I gave him a weak smile in greeting as I wandered over to him. “Mr Penguin would like to see you in his office.” He instructed me before consulting his clipboard in his hands.

I was a bit taken aback by this, but I nodded anyway. The Penguin never called me in to see him, why did he want to talk now? Was this about the Joker? When Grimms didn’t say anything else to me I took it as my leave to go so I headed towards the staff corridor and walked to the far end where the navy door stood with its silver umbrella etched into it at head height. I took a deep breath and knocked smartly on the door.

“Enter.” Called a familiar voice and I turned the handle, pushing the door open and stepping in. Penguin sat behind his dark wood desk leaning back in a large leather chair. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and a purple waistcoat. A purple bowtie was wrapped around his thick, non-existent neck and the chain of his monocle hung down against his waistcoat before disappearing under his suit jacket. His usual cigarette hung from his lips and a hazy cloud of smoke hung around his person.

But he wasn’t what caught my eye upon entering the room. Sat, very relaxed, in one of the smaller leather chairs in front of Penguins desk, was the Joker. At the sound of the door he had turned in his seat to face me, his eyes serious, but on recognising me he broke into a grin and I thought I saw his eyes lighten slightly.

“Ah, miss [Y/N],” greeted Penguin, “please take a seat.” He said gesturing to the chair next to the Joker. I hesitated but moved to sit in the chair, avoiding looking at the Joker; I decided I was going to ignore him as much as possible.

Once I was seated the silence between us seemed to echo around the room. Penguin was bent over his desk, sifting through papers, as if oblivious to his guests in front of him. The Joker, from what I could see out of the corner of my eye, was staring over his left shoulder at the wall, as if there was something requiring his whole there attention.

I was acutely aware of every movement and breath and was attempting to stay as still as quiet as possible so I didn’t bring any attention to myself, whilst wondering how the hell I had got in this situation where I was sat between two of the biggest crime lords of Gotham.

Eventually Penguin shuffled a pile of papers together and dropped them into a drawer in his desk. He then finally looked up fixing me with a beady eye. “Miss [Y/N],” he addressed me pompously, “The Joker here has requested a meeting with you my dear.” He informed me leaning back in his chair and folding his hands over his rotund stomach. I didn’t know what to say to this, so I remained sat in silence. So much for trying to ignore, he had requested me? Wasn’t he banned from the club? How did he even get in here to ask Penguin? Don’t be stupid [Y/N] – he is the King of Gotham – he can do whatever he wants – the only reason he is banned from the club is because he wants to be - Penguin would only oppose him so far.

Sensing I wasn’t going to respond, Penguin continued. “An arrangement has been made between myself and Mr Joker for this to be possible.” I opened my mouth to retort, but I was quelled by the dark look given to me beneath Penguins thick eyebrows. “Not to worry my dear,” sneered Penguin, “Part of the deal is that he will not physically harm you in anyway during the exchange – isn’t that right Joker?” he questioned the green haired man next to me.

I looked at the Joker properly now. He sprawled out in the chair in complete ease. His legs were splayed open, his right leg swung over the arm rest of the chair, the left in a normal position. He had his purple cane with him this evening, he leant on it with his left hand over the side of the chair. A small part of me wanted to knock it out from under him to watch him topple out of the chair. He had been staring at the edge of Penguins desk, mouth slightly opened as he breathed, zoned out in his own mind. When addressed by Penguin his lips twitched and he came out of whatever twisted thoughts he’d been engaged in and lifted his gaze to Penguin’s.

“Of course.” He affirmed with a mock innocent smile before shifting his gaze to me and giving me a wide sinful grin. I shot him a dark look and scowled – this just seemed to amuse him and his grin widened even more, laughter dancing in his eyes.

Penguin ignored our little interaction, “I have granted use of this office – do try to keep your hands off things that are not yours.” He warned shooting the Joker a look which the Joker ignored completely, his eyes still on me.  “And now, I have business that needs attending to.” He stated as he rose to his feet, grabbing his hat with his sausage fingers and placing it primly on his balding head. He hobbled around his desk to pick up one of his many umbrellas that hung from hooks on the wall. I turned in my seat to watch as he limped out the office with his makeshift walking stick. He didn’t close the door behind him and I stood up quickly and turned towards the door for a quick escape. Before I had taken more than a step, however, Frost had appeared in the doorway blocking my only escape. I stopped dead in my tracks and felt my heart rate increase. Dam.

Then I noticed I couldn’t see the green hair in the chair on my right anymore. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I made to turn around, but before I could my upper arms were gripped painfully tightly by bleached white hands.

“Let’s have a chat.” He breathed lowly in my ear and I could feel his manic smile spread across his face.