#HANNAH I SAW YOUR COMMENT AND GOT INSPIRED

[that1notetaker]

@midoristeashop Or the Jack Frost au in which we give him flip flops (we call them cholas).

[hackerqueen]

L.E.S.

pairing: Jakexfem!MC

summary: It was supposed to be a normal night in Aurora, but too many drinks, an argument, jealousy and lust changed everything.

warnings: sexual content, light sub!Jake, dom!MC, very possessive MC, lot of cursing

words: 4k

author's note: i don't like it very much, share your opinion in the comment🙏 i was inspired to write by the song les childish gambino, hence the title. enjoy reading!

After many months of continuous and exhausting fight for Jake's freedom, we finally succeeded. Of course, it wasn't perfect, it's rather normal, I knew perfectly well that life with him would not be stable or normal, but I was happy. After many days of destructive storm, there was a clearing up and a few rays of warm sun. We saw a light at the end of our road that I traveled with him. Hand in hand.

Jake agreed to a deal with the FBI. He was one of the best hackers in the world, and they needed someone like him. Especially now that they were chasing a gang of cybercriminals who were also human traffickers. Jake only because of me, for which I was eternally grateful. Finally, I could go to sleep normally and not be afraid if he was still alive or had already been captured and killed for stealing state secrets.

Well, it was even better. We moved in together in Duskwood a few days ago so Jake could catch up with his sisters. I wasn't against it either - after all, I had new friends here. Jessy, Dan, and Lilly have become more important to me than I thought they would become. Hannah and I were just getting to know each other, but I saw a mirror image of Jake in her. They were both rather quiet in the crowd, and it's only when you get to know them better that you see their funny and sociable side. Thomas and Cleo remained a walking mystery to me. During the Hannah investigation, I noticed how Cleo behaved around Thomas. She was always by his side, always wanted to accompany him, always gave him a sweet smile whenever needed. It was quite suspicious, especially since after finding Hannah it was still the same. When Hannah was in the hospital, Cleo was the first to help Thomas with something around the house and so on. I thought it was probably just their habit, after all, she wouldn't betray her best friend? Thomas didn't seem like the type to cheat on his missing girlfriend either, so I always pushed those thoughts as far away as possible.

But the situation changed dramatically. These were no longer just sick guesses during the investigation bout people I only knew on the phone. No. This time we were all together, surrounded by loud music, sitting at one of the tables in Aurora, celebrating the engagement of Hannah and Thomas. And this time my thoughts did not revolve around them, but around the black-haired man sitting across from me.

It started from the moment I entered the club. Cleo greeted Jake - nicer than usual. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, we were all friends, and I was glad to see Jake opening up to them more and more. That's when I let go of his hand because Jessy was waving at me at the bar, so I whispered to my boyfriend to take our seats at the table and that I'd be right back. I was surprised when I came back together with the redhead, and Jake was sitting quite tense between Cleo and Dan, and two seats were left only with Lilly. But I brushed it aside, because we were all friends, right?

I didn't really shake it up. I promise! I got into an interesting conversation with Jessy, Lilly and Hannah about her engagement ring, forgetting about Cleo's strange greeting. But I got suspicious when she started talking to him at the table where I was also sitting. We never officially announced to them that we are together, but it was clear and transparent? We moved in together in Duskwood - that must have put her on that track.

– Jake, would you pass me that sauce? – she asked, her lips stretched into a sweet smile. No wonder, right? But I was sitting closest to the sauce, so why couldn't she ask me? Jake nodded and handed her the sauce, and was soon talking to Dan about something. From hate to friendship, huh? At this table sat two pieces of evidence that separated them by a fine line: Me and Lilly, and the men just mentioned.

I clenched my jaw all evening and didn't say anything stupid, nothing that would ruin night that belonged to Hannah and Thomas. I ignored all her smiles, winks, and leaning in so that her tits were level with his eyes. But the moment she walked with the glass and her hand accidentally slipped onto his black shirt turned the cup of bitterness.

– Oh God, I'm sorry! I didn't want to stain your shirt. – she stuttered quickly, her hands touching the spots on his chest. They've been there too long. Much too long than just checking how big the stain is.

Maybe I was a little jealous.

Touch him again and you're dead.

I must admit I am a little possessive.

Very possessive.

– Nothing happened. – Jake mumbled quickly, but Cleo was still apologizing to him. – Really, Cleo is nothing. Just a stain, it'll dry soon. – he said grabbing her shoulders to calm her down

I felt my blood start to boil and I wondered if that was what Jake felt when Phil leaned against me?

But she touched him. And he touched her, and apparently he has no problem with it. Then he looked at me and smiled softly, and I realized that I hadn't spoken to him since arriving here. Cleo must have kept him busy.

– Jake, we should wash your shirt to make sure you don't leave a stain. – I heard Cleo's comment, which immediately sobered me up. What the fuck?

– I'll fix it. – I said quickly and gave her the most believable smile. I don't know if I succeeded because I felt it came out more like a grimace. The black-haired hacker nodded and followed me, and I followed the direction known only to myself.

Jake caught up with me and grabbed my hand

– Wait, where are you going? – he asked not knowing what was going on. – These are the bathrooms for the staff.

I smiled enticingly as understanding flooded his body. He opened his eyes wide and I grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him into the empty toilet. There was no one in it, so I locked the door, and then without thinking I bit into the hacker's mouth with as much force as I don't think I've ever had before. I was hungry for his touch, and the taste of tequila on his lips made me even thirstier. I pinned him against the wall, deepening the kiss, now tasting the different flavors of the drinks on his tongue. He fought for dominance in the kiss, but quickly gave up feeling my determination. I wanted to remind him who he was in a relationship with and who he belonged to. His hands roamed my back and finally reached my hips, which he squeezed tightly. I moaned right into his lips, undoing the first buttons of his black shirt. All evening I had to keep my mind from tearing his beautiful clothes, which made him look damn good.

– MC, what's come over you? He mumbled between kisses against my swollen lips

– You just look like a Greek God today – I croaked avoiding his gaze, but the boy didn't believe me – Okay, okay! I just don't like it when some other girl.. filrts with you?

Jake's eyes widened in question. I snorted in response.

– Don't pretend you didn't see it either. Cleo has been sticking to you since we got here. – I swallowed hard

Jake raised his eyebrows

– You were jealous of Cleo?

I didn't answer, biting the inside of my cheek. Damn, that's more embarrassing than I thought.

– You are jealous. – His tone made it clear that he was pleased with the state I was in, but there was also a note of surprise in it.

I sighed heavily, then one of my hands moved to his hair, which I lightly tugged, and the other to his throat. I tightened my grip slightly, and my wet lips began to trail kisses down his jaw and the side of his neck. I felt his heart beating faster and his hands tightened on my hips. Soon all that could be heard in the bathroom was muffled club music and his heavy breathing. After a moment, I kissed him deep on the mouth again before breaking the kiss.

– I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. – I whispered, tightening my hand on his throat a little more. I could feel his rapid pulse under my fingers. At that point, I wasn't surprised why he was always the one taking control of the bed matters. The feeling of domination was damn nice and addictive. Jake was the type of person who had to keep things under control. Every little detail. – It pisses me off when someone tries their luck with my puppy.

I said the last sentence half jokingly, half seriously - I wanted to prove to the hacker that he wasn't the only one who was a master at coming up with nicknames in situations like this. I heard his muffled chuckle, then quickly turned me around, pinning me against the wall. His lips attacked my neck and a soft moan escaped my lips. I felt his erection against my lower belly, and I couldn't help but smile. I was glad that he liked me in a different version than the one he was used to.

I pushed him away a little and he gave me a hazy look and I just smiled at him.

- I want a ride. – I bit my lip and started pushing him towards the toilet so he could sit down

Startled, he sat down and I straddled him, slowly rolling up my dress. He watched me with wet, swollen lips and drooping eyelids.God, I was ready to kill for this view.

– How do you feel about what we're going to do here? In a public restroom where anyone with a key could find us? – I whispered sensually into his ear as I tried to undo his fly

– Like a criminal. – he replied, breathing heavily. – It's more tempting than stealing state secrets.

I laughed darkly and was about to take off his boxers when we heard a loud knock. I jumped off the boy, and he was visibly flushed in the rush to zip up his fly and shirt. Well, he couldn't hide the red spots on his neck from my kisses or my rapid breathing like I did. I hastily smoothed my dress, then opened the door, ready for a reprimand from some employee. To my surprise, none other than Cleo was standing there. I closed my eyes for five seconds, letting out an angry, shaky breath, and she giggled.

– I think you've got the wrong bathroom, MC. – she said, and I looked at her with dubious faith in her intelligence. – And you were gone so long that I thought something had happened.

My patience is over. If she didn't understand any subtle signs, I had to explain it to her face. She went too far and I was able to stand up for myself.

She passed Jake and I saw that she was barely standing. She really was experiencing the engagement more than I thought. I asked my boyfriend to leave because I was going to explain to her how things were.

She smiled at me, but not as charmingly as at the black-haired girl. I smiled back and walked over to the nearby sink to wash my hands.

– It's pretty hot in there, isn't it? – she asked, trying to make some sort of conversation

I could break her nose right now if I wanted to. Or her jaw? Or would her hand be in better shape so that she could no longer touch any taken man?

MC get over yourself!

– Yes, quite. – I replied by turning off the tap and reaching for the paper. – Listen, do you like Jake?

The question came out of my mouth before I even planned to ask it. Damn, do I always have to talk first and think later?

– W-what kind of question is that? - She replied confused, trying to hide her nervousness. I shrugged, tossing the wet paper into the wastebasket.

– You know.. he is devilishly smart, he has exceptional abilities. – I began to exchange innocently, still maintaining a friendly tone of voice. I started to approach her and when I was less than half a meter away I added – And he's so handsome.

Cleo blushed and her eyes widened.

– Come on, Cleo, go ahead. – I gave her a friendly laugh and it was probably one of the most fake smiles in my entire life. I was pissed off that I only enjoyed Jake for a few days, and someone else was already trying their luck. – You weren't as discreet as you thought.

– Um, well he's alright. – she replied avoiding eye contact and my smile disappeared.

– So what the fuck you want from him? You want to fuck him? – I asked, losing my wits and patience. Cleo looked at me, and I saw how her expression was overcome by anger

– Watch your words, MC. – She threatened me and I snorted – You have such big complexes that you are afraid that Jake will cheat on you? Or maybe you see that you are not enough for him?

My lips parted slightly in disbelief at her words. Was it her thoughts for a long time, or was it just the result of her weak head for the drinks she had here? I can't remember the last time I was this fucking furious. She thought she was better for Jake?

– Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? – I asked loudly and with the fury that had been gathering in me since arriving here. – What the fuck you think you're doing? You think you're better because you're hitting on taken men? When one gets engaged to your friend, you go on to the next one? – I let out a mocking, dry laugh. –You know what I can give you. Keep your shitty nose out of other people relationships. Especially mine.

When she didn't answer, I moved even closer and said in her ear, emphasized every word.

– Get your filthy hands from my man.

Then I left it there, walking out and heading towards the table where my friends were sitting.

– We have to go. – I said, feigning a contrite and sad expression on my face, and Jake visibly swallowed, still flushed. – We'll call you and see you soon.

We said goodbye and congratulated Hannah and Thomas one last time on their engagement. Cleo didn't come until we left, which I took as my little victory.

* * *

I smiled at the sight of the hacker lying naked in our bed. He was breathing hard, and all the words he wanted to say to me died in his throat when he saw me in my underwear. Especially for this occasion, I wore a black, lace set for him, which was quite translucent, because it consisted mainly of mesh and a few stripes. I approached the corner of the bed, tilting my head slightly.

– Well.. How do you like it? – I asked, referring to our first conversation, to which he responded with a soft laugh

– I don't know what you mean. – he feigned thought, quoting my first words to him

I clucked in displeasure, then sat down in the armchair next to the bed, still watching him closely.

– You're quite saucy for the adorable puppy that you are. – I said, biting the inside of my cheek as I thought about the punishment for the disobedient boy

– If I am your adorable puppy do I get any puppy privileges? – he sneered, trying to hide his excitement under a mask of laughter, but I could see his body language that almost begged for it

– I do not think so. Only good puppies get privileges, you deserve only punishment. – I replied with a small smirk on my lips. Jake fell silent, still staring straight into my eyes. – Damn, I have so many ideas, but I can't decide on one.

Hacker gave me a questioning look, and I began to speak, modulating my voice slightly to sound more attractive.

– I could get naked and grind on your dick, watching as you squirm underneath me, every inch of dominance leaving you as you fully succumb to me, begging to put you inside of me. – I started slowly, seeing every little reaction from him to my words. His chest began to heave faster and more often, and his cock hardened even more.

– Or – I smiled – I could stay in that chair and make you watch me pleasure myself. You would hear my every moan, and all you could do was beg for mercy, to let me touch you. – I looked down at my red nails as a soft moan escaped his lips

– Or

– N-no – he purred

– Or I could do absolutely nothing but tell you all the dirty things I want to do with you right now. You don't even know how hot you are when you're whimpering and fighting for control over yourself and your desires.

– MC..

– Mm? – I clucked in displeasure at his words. – Where are your manners?

– P-please. – he stuttered, his cock twitching. I continued to stare at him expectantly until he finally understood. – Please m'am.

I licked my lips contentedly, then my hands began to roam my body. His whimpers were incredibly hot. I touched my breasts lightly, finally pushing aside the fabric of my lace panties and touching my wetness. I moaned softly, circling over my clit, feeling his eyes all over my body. He couldn't touch himself, he was doomed to watch me enjoy myself. My movements got faster and faster and my moans got louder. I opened my eyes and saw Jake staring at me with such adoration and reverence that I had never seen in anyone else. I groan at the mere sight of him, and his head tilted back in convulsions of pleasurable pain.

– Please what? – I asked, breathing heavily but slowing my hand movements, regaining control

– Let me touch you. – he whined – God, please let me touch you.

I smiled indulgently, then got up from the chair and approached the desperate man. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I immediately felt his hard erection which made me snarl loudly. I leaned down, placing my hand on the back of his hair to pull his head back hard. He hissed in a slight pain, and I started to plant wet kisses all the way down his throat, sucking on his most sensitive spot, which made a whimper crawl out of his throat. His hands tightened on my hips, which he began to move to get any friction. Our wet lips met again in a hungry, needy, passionate kiss. Our moans mingled to form one common rhythm.

I pulled away from his mouth and started to move my lips lower and lower, kissing his shoulders, collarbones, nicely defined muscles of his stomach. I looked up, making contact with the hacker, who looked so beautiful at that moment that I wanted to cry. I wanted to shout to the whole world that this beautiful and breathtaking man was mine. He was illuminated only by streaks of moon that streamed through the window, enhancing its otherworldly appearance. The young hacker was mesmerizing. His jet-black, now very messy hair, his godly face, his prominent clavicles, slight muscles of his arms and stomach, and the paleness of his skin. God, only you knew how delighted and lost I was in him.

I licked my lips and kissed the tip of his dick without taking my eyes off him. His lips parted and even heavier breaths came out.

– You are so beautiful – I mumbled, sending a vibration along his dick. – My pretty hackerboy.

I saw his cheeks blush, which made my heart beat even faster.

I teased the head of his cock a bit with the tip of my tongue, and as I licked the entire length of it before closing it in my mouth, I heard him curse loudly and groan.

– Oh, fuck.

I started out calmly to tease him a little more, but soon I sped up my movements, experimenting harder and moving my head faster. Jake wasn't afraid to show his pleasure, which made him even more attractive. His loud and desperate moans left me completely soaked. I felt that the boy was close to orgasm, so I stopped what I was doing and lifted my head. He looked at me with slight annoyance that I had ruined his orgasm and I gave him an innocent smirk.

– Doesn't feel so great, does it? – I asked before straddling his hips again. – Open your mouth for me.

Jake complied obediently, opening his mouth and I inserted two fingers, which he eagerly began to suck gently. I hummed contentedly, lifted my hips slightly, and started teasing him with my entrance. A muffled moan escaped his lips, and I slowly, unhurriedly lowered myself to him, feeling his length stretching me out. I groaned in delight, pulling my fingers from his mouth.Jake's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

– Fuck, MC y-you feel so good. – he gasped

– Mmm, like that? – I teased – So, I guess I can continue?

– Yes. – he barely breathed, and my hand grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me. –Please MC. – he begged, and I felt the satisfaction of power coursing through my body

I rode him passionately, and waves of pleasure flowed through my body, bringing me closer to fulfillment. His hands were on my hips and assisted my movements, our lips connected in hot kisses every now and then and faded away in moans and the sound of our bodies bouncing. At one point, Jake rose slightly, catching me in a tight hug, his hands landing on my back. I wrapped my thighs tighter around his hips, tugging hard on the ends of his hair.

– Tell me who you belong to. – I breathed heavily into his mouth

– I'm yours and yours only. – he replied immediately, his words bringing me to orgasm, which I accepted with a loud and desperate yelp that was practically a scream. – Oh, fuck! – hacker cried as I tightened on him

– I've got my eyes only on you. – he added in a hoarse whisper prolonging my high.

With those words, I felt that he came, filling me with his cum. His eyes rolled back once more, and from his mouth came the most sinful groan I've ever had the pleasure of hearing.

It took us a few moments to calm down and control the mercilessly fast beating of our hearts. We were still in the same position, I was sitting on him, he was soothingly drawing circles on my back and I was whispering words of praise to him like "you have done very well for me", "you were amazing" and a few others that even I didn't register. Jake was flushed and very flattered by my praise, which melted my heart. This man was so unaccustomed to compliments that I decided I had to change that. Especially now when we started living together in our home.

Finally, exhausted, we lay down, lying on each other's sides so that we could see each other's faces. Jake gently smoothed a strand of my hair. Suddenly I felt the urge to cry. Damn, what if Cleo was right about me not deserving of him?

– Everything's all right? – he asked quietly, and I bit the inside of my cheek. We both agreed that if we wanted to have a healthy relationship, we had to communicate with each other. Shit, I was the one who said it, so I couldn't be a hypocrite now.

– I'm sorry if I ruined your evening. – I whispered. – You probably wanted to stay with Hannah, and I made a jealous scene..

– Stop. – he interrupted me. – Believe me, I much prefer an evening in our bed than in Aurora. And wow, I've never seen you like this.

I chuckled a little and gave him a slightly provocative look.

– Yes? And how did you like it?

– It's terrifying, but... – he leaned in and started kissing my neck. – You've never been hotter. You don't even know how power and demanding suits you.

I exhaled hotly, and his lips traveled to the place under my ear.

– You don't have to worry about Cleo or anyone else. You've got this man wrapped around your finger, MC. – he whispered, and the hoarse tone of his voice filled with love, lust and reverence made my skin crawl – You are the most fascinating person I have ever laid my eyes on. No other woman compare to you, MC. You said I look like a Greek God? Well you are Aphrodite in the flesh.

[brettyimages]

bookish survey! A, C, H, I, O, Q, R, Z

Author You’ve Read The Most Books From - I just answered this one but in addition to my previous answers I also read a lot of John Green's novels and books written by members of Motley Crue, if you can lump them together as one collective

Currently Reading - my current main book is Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis. I've also got Sylvia Plath's Journals, The Scarlet Letter, and That's Your Lot by Limmy on the go as my non-fiction, e-book and short stories for travelling books...

Hidden Gem Book - I read Fangirls by Hannah Rose Ewens last summer and adored it. It's a non-fiction study of fangirl behaviour and covers queuing all day outside gigs, calling your faves daddy in the comments of their insta pics, travelling to the US for a glimpse of Courtney, going on walks around the places Amy Winehouse hung out and so much more and I saw so much of myself and my loved ones in it.

Important Moments of Your Reading Life - I answered this one already too but adding switching Morrissey's Autobiography (so boring) for How To Be A Woman by Caitlin Moran and having to put it down so I didn't start laughing aloud on the train. I think that was one of the first feminist books I read and it was so much fun.

One Book That You Have Read Multiple Times - this is where I have to shout out to Coal Black Mornings by Brett Anderson. I devoured the library copy before going to his book signing, I've had him read it to me via audiobook, I've read the paperback on my way to hear him talk about the sequel. It's now battered and full of page markers as I used it as a London guidebook, walking the streets he walked and seeing the places he lived and loved; it's invaluable to me.

Quote From A Book That Inspires You/Gives You Feels - it's lame because it's from a John Green novel but it's true: "what a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person".

Reading Regret - I didn't read much in high school at all, only YA novels about girls who were rock guitarists or goth teenagers or music biographies. I skimmed most of the books I had to read for classes and just fell out of love with reading in general for a few years.

ZZZ-Snatcher (last book that kept you up WAY late) - Dracula: I read it as part of Dracula Daily along with the rest of Tumblr and it kept me going on the long tube journeys out to the hotels I could afford for last minute Suede jaunts. It didn't keep me up necessarily because it was a page-turner but it kept me from falling asleep on the train!

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 162

Whew! Arthur and Charly saw a lot!

Thank you for all your feedback on the guest-chapters....Given that Sophia is crammed as far as possible from any potential disaster, I realized I had literally written myself into a corner: How is she supposed to see what’s going on with the combat!?

Thankfully, @baelpenrose and @charlylimph-blog rose to the call when I asked the to write the battle from their character’s perspectives. Bael, because he writes combat SO well, and Charly bc... well, her writing is something amazing that I think everyone should see.  Both of them have such unique tones, and it is really inspiring to see.

As always, there is another thanks that goes out with every chapter: @the-raven-fae. If it weren’t for faer, this story would literally not exist. Period. There never would have been a first, short, choppy chapter to leap from.

Waiting in the Archives and knowing “this is not a drill” was a special kind of torture.  Time had slowed down to the point that minutes felt like hours on end.  My nails were chewed down to the quick, cuticles gnawed and bleeding, painful but registering only as something to deal with later.  Not in a Medbay, of course - but it would be good news if the medbays could treat something as inconsequential as my fingertips, right?

Around and around, I spiralled in my exhaustive mental exercise as I paced in circles. Mentally catalogue first aid supplies in my quarters while I walk past the nautical texts, harangue myself for even considering Medbay treatment for non-life-threatening annoyances as I draw up next to the religious texts.  Pause to snicker at the copy of Dianetics with it’s bright and prominent plaque declaring it as fiction. Saunter toward the stockpile of water and nutrient bars as I ponder the implications of empty medbays after the battle no doubt taking place further toward Level One.

I very gently skirted behind Mona, who was prostrate in prayer.  True to her calm, steady nature - what had made her such fast friends with Hannah - she wasn’t praying from fear, or with a sense of panic.  Quite the contrary, her salah told me that we had been in the Archives for significantly less time than I had come to believe.  The alarm initially sounded toward the latter half of Beta-shift, so now it was either roughly ‘dusk’ or ‘sunset’, apparently.  I had no idea how the Muslims on a ship with a six month solar cycle kept track of time designed for Earth-Sol sunrises and sunsets, but I had seen how profoundly accurate they were at doing so, and took solace in such an objective reminder of time.

Rubbing my face briskly, I shook myself free from consideration of my stinging fingertips and turned toward the opening between shelves where our guard was stationed.  Straightening my shoulders and taking a deep breath, I padded over with as much dignity as I could. “Status report?” I squeaked out, scowling at myself.

To her credit, Tyche just smirked a little and shook her head, not commenting on my failure to maintain something resembling dignity. “It’s still going on up there, so you still stay in here. That’s all I’ve got.”  The even tone of voice and level, blank stare she gave me told me what she wasn’t saying out loud. ‘That’s all I’ve got for you.’  No amount of needling was going to work when she was so transparent.

Still, decades of familiarity made it a ritual. “You aren’t telling me something.” I gave voice to the obvious fact hanging between us.

“No!” she gasped, covering her mouth with overdramatic disbelief. “How ever did you know.”

“Did someone die?”

“None of ours,” she relented.  It wasn’t news - she would have told me immediately if someone from the Ark had been killed - but the confirmation was as much as I was going to get from her.

Time for a new tactic.  Turning away, I messaged Alistair.  He was just inside the entrance to the Archives, but the path was winding enough that there was no way to just wave him down.  I could have shouted, more than likely, but he would equally-likely kill me on principle for creating such a ruckus in his beloved sanctuary.

“NOT A CHANCE IN HELL, SOPHIA!!”

Or not, apparently.

With a huff, I turned on my heel and made a beeline for the corner I had staked out as my own.  I flopped down to the floor, leaned against the shelves, and peered over my knees. Think think think. Someone had to be willing to give me some sort of real update.  Anxiety was chewing at my mind again, whispering every terrible thing that could possibly happen.  The hull would depressurize, it told me. Conor would be killed, or Maverick, or both. They had already died, and no one was telling me. Sam’s localized atmosphere had failed and burned everyone horribly.  The invaders had abducted the combatants and ran, leaving us to shelter in place with no news until the Eko’mari fleet showed up…

A persistent clicking pulled me back out of my newest spiral - and my finger back out of my mouth from where I had been biting at it again.  At this rate, Tyche may maim me over the state of my hands before any invaders even got the chance.  Cramping my neck, I twisted to see a fuzzy purple lump to my right with a dark, long-fingered hand snapping at me: the source of the clicking.

The hand’s match appeared from the depths of the blanket that I was pretty sure belonged to me originally. “Stop chewing on your hands, mine hurt just looking at you.”

“Sorry,” I muttered to Derek. “Tyche and Alistair won’t give me any real updates on what’s going on. I don’t have a kitchen to cook in to relieve any anxious energy. I can’t concentrate enough to read anything, and I’m so wired right now that I would probably break an artifact if I picked it up anyway.”

“Would you feel better if you know something about the fight?”

“Yeah, right, like anyone will tell me anything.” I shook my head and banged it lightly against my knees a few times.

“If that is sarcasm, you’re being rude. You know I don’t understand.”

“Sorry, bud,” I whispered, feeling guilty. “Yes, I would feel better if I knew something, but nobody is willing to tell me.”

The hands disappeared back under the blanket, and I immediately admonished myself that I deserved the silent treatment.  Suddenly, Derek twisted so that the blanket now had two peaks - ostensibly his head and his knees.  I was in deep dog-doo apparently: this was his ‘zone out and ignore the world’ posture, and one he never took when we were one-on-one.

Well, shit.

I flicked open my own datapad, blindly scrolling through recent social event updates without really registering what I was looking at.  I couldn’t even muster the energy to kick myself for not paying more attention, giving myself the excuse that a literal battle was taking place upstairs and none of it really mattered if this went wrong.

Click-click-click

This time, Derek had flopped the blanket back to his waist, datapad still projecting from one hand. “There were two boarding points, levels four and fifteen.  Sortee one went to Level Four, that’s Arthur, Charly, Conor, Coffey, Jokul, Ivan, Simon, the mermaid, and the archers.  Sortee two is on Level Fifteen, that’s Michael, GK, the dogs, Sebastian, Evania, Maverick, Huynh, and the javelins.”

I scrambled to sit upright and face him, my hands gripping my ankles so I didn’t reach out. “I should be very mad at you, but you are kind of my favorite person right now,” I whispered hurriedly.

“None of the safe locations have been discovered, invaders haven’t had a chance,” he plowed on, hands flying as fast as my translator could keep up - after this long, I could understand sign language pretty well without it, but his hands were nearly a blur.  “The fur rhinos are here like we expected.” That would be the So-K’nor, and I made a mental note to update the database for that. “There are big-green-shrimp” - Shalt-kri’i - “and something new.”

He stopped, and I tried to figure out what ‘something new’ could possibly translate to.  After an embarrassingly long time, I realized he literally meant a race we didn’t know about before, so he had nothing to base a signifier off of.  “Show me?” I asked, hearing the tone I used when teaching override any fear in my voice.

The image was flicked to my datapad, and - oh sweet baby Shiva there were so many tentacles. Huge, roiling things bigger than my thighs, with teeth that could probably go through me and Derek in one go.  They spread across the top of each breach-point like nightmarish, carnivorous webs, pulling anything they could toward three cruel-looking beaks.  In the still he had sent me, Evan was in crisp focus, snarling as one curled loosely around her.  She wasn’t focused on the fanged menace going for her hips, however: her eyes and her weapon were laser-focused on the beaks.

“Why is she bleeding from the ears?” I wondered out loud.

“A capsaicin grenade detonated by her head and blew out her eardrums.”

“That doesn’t make sense… that hurts like a mother.  But she’s closer than anyone to the damnthing.”

Derek smirked and mimicked my gesture. “Damnthing. The damnthing attacks with sound. Sees with it. Speaks with it. No one else can get as close to attack, since Evan can’t hear.”

“Is anyone else injured?” I asked in a hushed tone, praying my sister wouldn’t overhear us.

“I think Michael’s wrist is broken.” Another image was flicked over to me, and sure enough, the Sortee Two commander’s left wrist was hanging at a painful-looking angle. “Bruises, some burns from heat. Lacerations from the damnthings.”  I was about to reply when he started snapping his fingers again to interrupt. “Huynh’s ears are toast like Evan’s.” Flick.

The third image was vaguely disturbing.  Rather than accidental hearing loss, the still showed Huynh in a construction skeleton, one hand pulled free, with a tool pointed at his ear.  As I zoomed in, I realized he was pointing a laser cutter on what must be extremely low power straight into his ear canal.

The crazy bastard was burning his inner ear out.

Only slightly less disturbing was Derek’s matter-of-fact update. “With the skeleton on, he doesn’t need to balance that much - it balances for him.  And he is in the melee group, so aim isn’t an issue either.”

“Can the medbays even fix that?” I asked hoarsely. “The tissue is burned away… they can’t just grow it back in place. He’ll be deaf forev - “

A hand waved in my face, shutting me up. “You had half your brain replaced. He will be okay.”

I desperately tried to remind myself of that as I pushed ahead. “Are the spot-atmospheres working?”

That  earned me a ‘sort of’ hand tilt. “It doesn’t look like the fur rhinos can see us, but the damnthings and big-green-shrimp are doing better in the higher humidity than they would in our normal ship air.”

Something twigged in the back of my mind. “Derek,” I hissed. “Are they taking casualties? The pirates?”

“A lot, yeah.”

That didn’t make sense.  Even in the Galactic Community, people didn’t become pirates to work harder. “Then why didn’t they just blow our atmosphere all together? We would have been easy pickings.”

The roll of his neck told me he was rolling his eyes at me even harder. “Obviously we are more valuable alive.  A research paper about poisons won’t kill someone. You need the actual poison.”

“Right, bioweapons,” I agreed. “I get that. But humans can survive vacuum for, what, three minutes or something?”

“With Ark rotation but no atmosphere, something like four, yes.”

“And it’s been at least an hour, they are taking heavy casualties, but they still won’t blow the hull. We aren’t seeing something.”  Rather than bite at my fingers, I started tapping my teeth with one fingertip, the little bit of nail that was left clicking loudly in my head.

Even if they wanted us alive, they could have a ship full of brain-dead petri dishes that were the functional equivalent of a CDC Level-Four lab.  Why did they want us functional?

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[yuta-nakamots]

perfect - z.cl

Pairing - Chenle x Fem!Reader

Genre - fluff, angst, university!au, friends to lovers!au

Warnings -  alcohol consumption, mention of drunkeness, lots of arguments, heavy making out, breakups, contains an aged up chenle (26-ish) towards the end

Summary - He’s definitely not your knight in shining armor, he may not be the one you bring home to mother, but he’ll be the one to give you flowers. Chenle is not the right one for you, but he is for right now.

Word Count - 5.2k

A/N - Bolded phrases are song lyrics taken from One Direction’s song ‘Perfect’ and inspired from the lyrics along with all the vlives where Chenle and the members have started yelling out the lyrics.This was supposed to come out back in January but school held it up and now Ana is gone hhhhh. I know she’s still on Tumblr but under a new url so if anyone wants to send this to her, to let her know that I did finish it, that would be nice. 

Taglist - @astroboy-lele​​​ @in-my-neofeelings​​​ || fill out this form if you’d like to join my general taglist ^^

Written for the Sometimes Letting Go… Collab originally hosted by @sunryu​ who unfortunately deactivated. 

When I first saw you from across the room, I could tell you were curious

The mutual attraction between you and Chenle was undeniable. Ever since the two of you first met as freshmen in an econ class, you knew he was your twin flame and he was yours. That initial meeting was almost comical, the way the professor said to pair up and talk to someone next to them for a bit and it seemed like everyone had turned away from you except for the boy sitting next to you.

It seems you both had the same realization as your heads turned and eyes met. “Well I guess you’re my friend for today,” he began, “hi, my name is Chenle. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Y/n,” you told him, “the pleasure is all mine.”

“So, why are you in this class?” He asked, tapping his pen on his leather-bound planner.

You hesitated for a second as you thought about how much to tell him. “I’m majoring in business and this was just one of the mandatory classes in my plan.”

“Hm, same here,” Chenle shared, seeming the slightest bit amused at your similarity, “would you also happen to be in calculus this semester?”

“Section 3 at 10:30?” You counter.

Chenle broke into a smile, “that’s the one.”

“How about freshman seminar?” You asked.

“1:15 in the world language building?” Chenle offered, copying your answer from before.

“Wow,” your eyebrows were raised in actual disbelief, “did you steal my schedule or something?”

“No, but I do believe in fate,” the boy next to you confessed, “would you like to get lunch sometime before freshmen seminar?”

You nodded, “I’d like that,” you stopped mid-sentence when you remembered that you told your friends you’d eat with them, “I am gonna be eating with my friends though so I could introduce you to them if you’d like.”

“Want to bet that we have the same friends too?”

“No way, that would be too coincidental.”

And coincidental it was. Somehow your friends knew some of Chenle’s friends whether it be from high school activities, childhood friends, or even having just met in their own classes. Your small group of five had immediately doubled in size.

Of course, with such a large group of friends, there was much fun to be had and many memories to be made. During midterms is when you were thankful you were majoring in business and not something like biology or chemistry. You could still go out and have fun on weekends with Chenle and the majority of your friends, meanwhile a few poor souls had to stay back to study their ‘reaction mechanisms’ or whatever the heck those things were called.

You quickly found that you weren’t one for parties though you loved to hang out with your friends and have small little parties of your own in the dorms. Every single time, as you all got progressively drunker and started to clock out for the night, it was always you and Chenle left being the two most sober with no other choice but to take care of your friends over hushed conversations.

“How much vodka did Hannah even drink?” Chenle asked while you both worked on cleaning up the mess of solo cups and napkins surrounding your friend who had, unfortunately, drank over half of the bottle. You picked it up, waving it at Chenle to show him. “She’s gonna have a nasty hangover…or at least wake up super dehydrated.”

As you worked on laying a blanket across her, passed out on the floor, Chenle had managed to stuff all the napkins inside the cups he had collected and was busy aiming at the trash can across the room. Right as he was about to shoot, “miss!” you called out. The little stack of cups hit the rim of the plastic trash bin and fell to the floor. Chenle turned to you, sticking out his tongue and imitating the way you caused him to mess up before going to properly dispose of the rubbish.

Instead of simply placing it in the waste, he once again returned to where he stood before, with one eye shut, aiming for the bin. You let out a scoff, ready to disturb him once more. He shot you a glance, knowing what you were planning from the way you just stood watching him. But regardless, he tried again. “Airball” you sang as he released the short stack of cups, sending them flying to the foot of the bin.

Chenle let out a growl, childishly stomping his way over to you while you tried to quietly escape from his grasps through the mess of food and other miscellaneous items on the floor. From the hushed giggles and name-calling from the two of you as you both stumbled around the room, to the whispered late-night thoughts and affirmations spoken from your positions on the floor with your heads resting on the edge of a bed, you barely even noticed how fast time was passing.

“Are you going home for the holidays?” You asked him.

He shook his head, “it’s my first time getting to live away from my parents and whenever I do go back, they’ll probably be expecting me to bring some girl with me.”

You turned to look at him, “why would they expect that?”

“They’re both getting old and want to retire soon,” Chenle started, “so the faster I get married and take over the company, the faster they’ll get to live out the rest of their lives,” he explained.

“Well that’s not very nice of them,” you commented, “what kind of parents would place such high responsibility on their child like that?”

“Mine I guess,” Chenle sighed.

After a moment of silence, you sat up, unsure what to make of the next words to come out of your mouth. “If you want, I could go with you.” Chenle looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “Like, I could be your fake girlfriend or something so that they don’t bother you so much about finding one.”

“That’s…an idea,” he started, biting on the corner of his lip as he played out possible scenarios in his head. “I think that would only make it worse though since we’d both have to make up stories and tell the same information.”

“True. But we could at least make it look believable, don’t you think?” You reached over to pet Chenle’s head the same way you’ve seen him do to his friends. “Oh, Chenle, you’re so cute,” you cooed, “I can’t wait to marry you and be with you for the rest of our lives.”

He grabbed your wrist and put it in your lap, not very keen on the show of affection. “Yeah, I think we’d look like a pretty convincing couple.”

“Do we look good together though?” You pondered. “If we were to show up to an event or something, would we make people stop and stare at us?”

“Anyone can do that if they wear something weird or do something out of the ordinary-“

“Okay but that’s not what I’m asking,” you interrupted, “I’m asking, would we look good together as a couple?”

Chenle shrugged apprehensively, “sure.” Your eyes bore into him as if forcing a more legit answer out of him. “Yes, I think we would look good as a couple.”

It was as if you and Chenle were made for each other. Whatever one did, the other was never too far behind. It was absolutely no surprise to your friends when you told them Chenle had asked you out and you became official. While your college careers continued and friends came and went, Chenle was always with you. He was your solid island in the middle of a tumultuous sea, your oasis in a dried desert. You didn’t need anyone else around to have fun, just him, just the two of you.

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms and if you like having secret little rendezvous

Being with Chenle was as wild as things could get. It meant impulsive plans and bad decisions. Weekend nights normally consisted of one of you driving with no destination in mind until someone got hungry. Even at that point, the night didn’t end.

Sometimes the two of you would stay out past midnight, not wanting to leave each other’s company just yet. The feeling of the wind whipping past you as Chenle drove or the thrill of gassing it down the freeway was almost dreamlike. One would think that at this point, you’d return home, but for you, your home was wherever Chenle was. If it meant staying in a small hotel room for the night drinking cheap wine out of paper cups then so be it, that was home.

“Baby, you already drank almost half of the bottle, leave some for me,” Chenle teased, his eyes glimmering under the low lighting. The brightness of the small lamp on the desk failed to reach where he was sitting, the cozy armchair too far in the corner for it to be illuminated.

“Come here and get some then,” you suggested, lazily winking at him before downing another shot-sized gulp and enjoying the burn from the liquid running down your throat. The bed you were sitting on wasn’t all that soft but you had already warmed up a little spot of it and gotten too comfortable to move.

Chenle raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I don’t think you want me to do that.”

“Why not?” Your expression mirroring his.

“You wanna find out?

“Maybe I do.”

He let out a scoff and within a second he was on the bed, climbing up and settling over you. His warm breath fanned your neck, the scent of alcohol filling your senses. “Are you sure about that?”

“Fuck around and find out, handsome,” you taunted.

You had barely even finished your sentence before Chenle’s lips were on yours, his usual soft and pillowy lips became hot and heavy against yours under the guide of the fifteen-dollar wine. You were sure that you were definitely getting tipsy but Chenle’s love and passion were even more overwhelming. It was moments like this when you felt that you were drunk off of his love and it was absolutely intoxicating in the best way.

If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do, then baby I’m perfect

It was drunk weekends like this that led to a rocky start of the following week. It’s not that you and Chenle were bad students, it’s just that when you become totally infatuated with the person you love, you start to devote yourself to them instead of what actually needs to get done.

As sophomores in college, one would think that you’d have a little more self-control but with Chenle, you just couldn’t help it. He was worse than any drug you could ever take, to the point where your friends would have to intervene and keep you in your rooms until a substantial amount of work was done.

You called them annoying but really you should’ve been thankful to them for caring so much about you back then, and you are thankful, looking back on it. They always told you ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’ and you wish you had listened to them. Maybe if you did, you wouldn’t have lost a relationship that you thought was practically flawless.

Perfect for you

In junior year, that is when your beautiful illusion finally began crumbling down. Your workloads grew heavier and your hours of sleep decreased. Chenle would often leave you on read, having opened your message in the middle of studying then forgotten to reply to it. Even when you childishly got upset at him for that, he’d always give you the same apology or buy you something cute as if money could shut you up.

With little to no distance between the two of you, it was easy for boundaries to be crossed and for problems to go unaddressed. You can feel like you know someone so well, that they’ll always understand what you mean and they can read your words like a book, but it didn’t seem that way anymore with Chenle.

He’d make fun of the way you always made him say ‘I love you’ at least once a day or some of your other pet peeves, including the way you had a Hello Kitty mouse pad that was ‘too childish for a college student to be using.’ It may have been out of love but it sure didn’t seem that way.

I might never be the hands you put your heart in or the arms that hold you any time you want them

Soon, the little pricks in your relationship spread past closed doors and into your schoolwork. Sharing a major and classes with your significant other was not exactly ideal, especially when they had different values and beliefs from you and had to argue for their reasoning.

“That just isn’t sustainable in the long run though,” you commented as you read through Chenle’s senior research report while seated opposite of him inside a library study room.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back into his seat, about to repeat himself for the fourth time. “It’s not about sustainability, it’s about the profit margin that’s being made. What don’t you get?”

“It’s not good for the environment, it’s not good for the people working in the factories,” you point out, “I don’t get how you can subject these things onto people.”

“Y/n, we’re business majors,” he stated plainly, “we study money, the economy, sales, company relationships, we’re not here to be environmentalists. Things don’t have to last very long, so much as they make a profit.”

“But we should think about the impact of our future businesses and their longevity in the world-”

“You should think about passing this class and stop being so prissy and uptight about saving trees or whatever the fuck you’re going on about.”

You were absolutely shocked at the words that had just come out of his mouth. This wasn’t the first time he had seemingly degraded you in this manner, but when it came to school and your own work, you were deeply offended at what he had said, especially since both of you had spent many hours on your respective projects.

“Chenle,” you began softly, “tell me you didn’t mean that.”

He refused to meet your gaze, “If I told you that then I would be a liar.”

“Look, you can’t just spew whatever bullshit you want and just expect that people won’t get hurt,” you criticized, only to be cut off once more.

“Then maybe you should learn to not take everything so seriously,” he snapped back.

“I...I think we need a break.”

“Agreed.”

“No, from each other.” Chenle’s head whipped up to look at you, his eyes went wide when he realized what you were insinuating.

“Baby no, you know it’s not like that,” he started, but it was already too late. You blocked his voice out of your head as you packed your belongings, just wanting to get out of this room, wanting to get away from him.

This wasn’t the first time you had fought with him in this way but it felt like you had finally lost all your patience. You were tired of always being told you were wrong and having your thoughts and ideas invalidated. As you stormed away from the library, you realized that maybe you needed to let go of things that no longer brought you joy.

Sometimes letting go...is a new start

After that incident, you did indeed have a fresh start. You slowly removed Chenle from your life and just in time for graduation. Whenever he tried to approach you on campus, you always turned the other way even if it meant being late to class. Luckily, you didn’t have many shared classes with him anymore and you were all the more grateful for it right now.

You’d come back to your campus apartment with the occasional flower or sticky note left on your doorstep asking you to give him another chance but you simply didn’t have enough time or energy to care anymore. Commencement was approaching and you still had yet to hear back from any of the companies you had applied to for internships.

But that don’t mean that we can’t live here in the moment

One of your friends had mentioned that Chenle had already received news that he was accepted into his family’s business, a large company in China, and you wished you could’ve been there when he had read the email. You could practically hear his yell of delight, his laugh when he’d turn to hug you, even if it was practically guaranteed that he’d get in, you missed it all so much but there was no turning back now.

It wasn’t until after commencement did you receive your own letter of acceptance from one of the largest foreign trade companies in the area after you saw Chenle for the last time. “Zhong Chenle, Bachelor of Arts in business management.” You remembered the immense pride and pain you felt in your chest, watching him walk across the stage to claim his diploma as you sat clothed in the same cap and gown only a few rows away. You wished you could share your emotions with him, but you had to remind yourself that he was no longer yours, he was no longer the man you first fell in love with.

‘Cause I can be the one you love from time to time

Four years have passed since that moment at commencement. In those four years, you’ve climbed your way up in the company, taking a hold of a directing position in project development and management. With all your success though, there was always one failure that kept floating through your mind. The number of sleepless nights and wandering moments you’ve spent thinking about all the ‘what ifs’ and the changes you should’ve made in your relationship have all decreased with time, but sometimes it all comes crashing back. You miss the memories you made with him and you miss being so young and naive.

Sometimes you managed to hear a thing or two about the company he worked for but you never paid much attention to it, always falling back into a spiral of guilt and calling yourself the sole reason why your relationship fell apart. Chenle would even pop into your mind at the weirdest times when you’d be thinking of anything but him.

Like the other day as you were staring out the window of your office, watching people and cars pass by, your memory of Chenle speeding down the empty highway suddenly resurfaced. The adrenaline you felt from the buildings and signs whizzing by, the slight buzz of alcohol you felt in your system, the cool air coming in from Chenle’s window, the warmth of his hand in yours. You couldn’t help but smile at it fondly yet it turned sour when you thought of the last time he ever drove you somewhere. You had argued with him about something dumb, you couldn’t even remember it at this point, and you even slammed the door before storming off to who knows where.

Or some months ago, you were interviewing possible new hires for the company and met someone from Puerto Rico. Once you finished the interview with them, you sat at the wooden desk while remembering the way you teased Chenle because he didn’t know how to pronounce Puerto Rico. You thought it was cute and even told him that, but it ended up in another fight because you may have spent a little too long dwelling on the topic.

But oftentimes when you find yourself thinking about him, you’d wonder how he’s doing. Is he happy where he is right now? What kinds of things is he doing for his job? Has he found a new girlfriend? What if he dated many other people after me? What if he’s married? Would he have children by now? Or most importantly, ‘does he still love me?’

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down, and if you like going places we can’t even pronounce

Regardless, you’d shake off all these thoughts and continue about your day, completing the tasks assigned to you. The majority of your time was spent conducting interviews and deliberating with the directors about who to hire for what position. It was quite fun, really. You got to meet all of the new hires before they came into the company and you felt empowered by the fact that you would be indirectly responsible for the future of the company in this sort of way.

On one particular day, everything felt like it was going just a little too well. Your hair was done just the right way, traffic was light, your coworkers seemed to all be in a good mood, but most importantly, there were no fat folders sitting on your desk, waiting for you to go through. Just a single sheet of paper with the list of the new hires coming in for their briefings along with the notes you were required to go over.

You didn’t bother checking it, seeing as how you had exactly two minutes left before the scheduled meet time, which was exactly the amount of time you needed to head downstairs to the conference room. You really should have checked the list though. It would have prepared you for the shock of seeing a certain someone sitting at the table in a suit that looked all too good on him.

“Zhong Chenle?” You audibly gasped, pausing in your tracks the moment you entered the conference room.

His eyes were already on you as if he knew you’d be the person to walk through that doorway at that exact moment. “That would be me.”

The other new hires looked around at each other sharing all types of glances. Worried, suspicious, surprised, questioning, nothing really all that positive. “Sorry, he’s just an old friend that I was surprised to see,” you quickly explained, trying to pull yourself back together.

Throughout your whole presentation, it was like all the attention in the world was directed at you. Never had you felt this nervous before doing something that was supposed to be so familiar. Every time your eyes glanced over in Chenle’s direction, his gaze managed to catch yours as if he was trying to speak to you without any words.

By the time you adjourned the meeting and sent the new hires off to their respective departments, it felt like you had run a marathon. Your palms were clammy, your legs shaky, your mind racing, and your heart was pounding.

Chenle was the only one left in the conference hall while you pushed in all the chairs and turned off the lights. “Looks like these years have done you well.” He commented, finally able to take in the sight of you now that there was no one else around.

“I could say the same for you.” His shoulder had gotten broader and any childlike features had left his face. He truly looked like he had grown into a man. The dark gray suit he was wearing fit the lines of his body so well, it made you think he could’ve been a model instead of simply becoming an office worker. “So how have you been?”

He did a classic Chenle shrug, “nothing much really. I started off being just a marketing employee, did some work, and got myself to be chief marketing officer. It seems you’ve gotten much further than I have, though. Project development and management?”

“Oh, it’s not anything huge. I just help with planning things out and doing all the paperwork for its execution. I only do interviews and help with hiring when we’re in season, which would be why I’m here right now,” you explained, motioning for him to follow you out of the room. “Your new supervisor is probably wondering where you are. I sent the rest of the newbies a few minutes ago already. I’ll just tell him that you had a few questions about our operations.”

“Wow, cheating the system? That’s not the way I remember you,” Chenle said with mock disapproval. You led him to the elevators, pleasantly surprised to find one still on your floor after you hit the ‘up’ button. Your eyes met with his while you gestured for him to go in. “Ladies first,” he had a cat-like grin on his face as you rolled your eyes and stepped into the elevator.

“So why did you decide to leave your company? Weren’t you going to take it over someday?” You ask over the squeaking of the doors closing.

Chenle leaned against the cold metal wall of the elevator, “I still plan to but I felt like they were just kind of babying me or treating me differently because they knew of my background,” he explained. You could only nod to acknowledge the fact that you were listening. “I told my parents that I wanted to get experience outside of the company and they didn’t really understand at first until I showed them my point of view and how it’s a little worrisome to perhaps, learn how to cook when you always have chefs around you giving you instructions down to the tiniest things.”

The elevator came to a stop and the heavy doors opened onto the floor Chenle would be working on. “But why this company? We’re not even closely related to yours?” You led him down the hallway in the direction of his supervisor's office.

“My parents were the ones who recommended it, actually. It would be a little risky to go to a neighboring one in the case of it being viewed as a betrayal or like some kind of inside mission so they said I should just come back here since I’d probably have a high chance of acceptance-“ you put a hand up to stop him from talking, seeing how many of the other employees had started to look at him due to his volume.

“Chenle, must I remind you that this is an office?” You gritted out, embarrassed in front of your colleagues.

He shook his head before turning to the mass of them, bowing politely then continuing in the same direction as before. Once both of you reached the head office at the end of the hallway, Chenle spoke up once more. “By any chance, are you free tonight?”

“That depends,” you began, “what are you hinting at?”

“Just seeing if you’d like to go out to dinner so we can properly catch up, I guess,” he proposed bashfully.

You hummed in thought, “mmm, put in a good word for me with your supervisor and you’ve got a deal.”

“Deal,” he agreed.

“Meet me in the lobby at 5:30, don’t be late,” you told him before knocking on the wooden door in front of you and allowing Chenle in.

If you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about, then baby you’re perfect

You thought Chenle’s wine phase in college would be just that, a phase, but it really wasn’t. He had ordered an expensive bottle of merlot even with all your insistence that you wouldn’t be drinking and even made him promise that he’d be sober enough to drive himself back to wherever his accommodations were.

He made a face of fake dismissal before picking up your last conversation. “So anyway, as I was saying earlier, my parents suggested that I come back here, especially since I got my degree from the university so I’m bound to get in.”

You were about to open your mouth to say something like “getting in is not a guarantee” especially coming from your experience in doing interviews and having to decide which applicants to turn down, but you decided against it.

“Initially, I was a little against it since I didn’t want to come back to somewhere I’ve already stayed at for some time,” he confessed, “but after I did some research on the company and found out that you’re one of the associates, I was a little more open to the idea.”

There was a break of silence while you started to link your thoughts together. “So you came here because you found out that I work here?”

“Yes, but also no,” Chenle stated, blurting the second part out rather quickly when he saw the shift in your expression. “It is true that I wanted to see you and how you were doing but it’s not just that. I figured that if you worked here and had such a high position, it must be a good place to work.”

“But what I’m hearing is…you came here because of me,” you state bluntly though your heart couldn’t help but let out a cheer of delight.

Chenle redirected his gaze at the neighboring tables. “You could say that, sure.”

“Chenle, what do you want out of this? What do you want out of me specifically?” You contended. His eyes continued to flit around the lowly lit space, not daring to meet yours unlike earlier in the conference hall. “What? Did you come back just expecting me to run into your arms? Did you think we would just pick up where we left off?”

Now he looked down at the white tablecloth, as if in shame. “Would it be wrong of me to ask for a second chance?”

You too joined him in staring at the table, wishing that he had answered ‘no’ to your previous questions. “It wouldn’t exactly be wrong, but it’s not right either. I’d be willing to give you a second chance if we agree to not call it that, but rather a promise.”

He finally looked up at you again, his dark pupils catching the dim golden lights above him. “A promise?”

You nodded. “We’re older now, we’re fully grown adults with jobs to do and taxes to pay. We’re no longer the same carefree college students we used to be.”

“Well yeah, obviously-“

“No, listen,” you interject, cutting him off, “we can’t just recklessly play with each other’s minds and feelings like we used to. No more games and no more ‘next times.’ If we try again, I want this to be a promise that we’ll both do better because we can and we want to.”

“If it’s a promise that you want then,” Chenle held out his hand with his pinky finger extended, “it’s a promise I’m willing to make.”

You linked your pinky with his before bringing your thumbs together and sealing the promise. Matching smiles appeared across both of your faces as you stepped into a new chapter of life with Chenle by your side once more.

Sometimes letting go is…perfect. So let’s start right now

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

If Glee did a Taylor Swift Tribute Episode...

Just my opinions, feel free to add on to them. I know I have some fellow gleek swifties following me. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Obviously they have to do some of the hits but I think some people would have some out of the box picks.

*This post assumes all Taylor songs are available to choose from as of May 14th 2021 but focuses on Taylor’s first 6 albums (if you want more glee and Taylor I have fics with that; LOVER and FOLKLORE) and takes liberties with where this episode’s placement is in terms of canon. But since it’s all made up anyway who cares (but Blaine’s involved so I guess season 3 idk).*

Okay, trying to do a full plot here (completely inspired by @kurtdeservesbetter head canon posts. I hope this lives up to her fabulous posts). This will be my version of glee so everyone gets solos and Rachel can’t hog the spotlight. Also, this is about to be super long (both post wise and episode wise).

Let’s open the first episode with

...Ready For It because the New Directions are in their reputation era. Santana does the opening cough centerstage. Everyone in black and/or camo green outfits (can you just see Kurt in a dark green bedazzled snake jacket, Santana in a black leather dress, and Tina digging out some goth clothes for people to borrow?), snakes everywhere, but probably no Karyn (she just wouldn’t fit on the auditorium stage). Santana takes the first verse but we have Blaine step up for verse 2. (I just love their friendship in the Michael tribute, cute little badasses are BACK. Also him singing “Burton to this Taylor” is such a Klaine thing to do).

Everyone is still dressed in their rep outfits but we’re in the choir room now. Mr. Schue is talking about why Taylor had to disappear and clap back with rep, how rough the industry is for women and tries to uplift the ladies in the room and encourage them to not silence their voices (cue snarky comment from Santana about Rachel needing to be silent).

Then, Mr. Schue goes on about how you can only understand how Taylor got to her rep era by studying her earlier music. So we have a performance of Tim McGraw. Simple, front of the choir room performance, maybe Puck does guitar, and sitting on stools.

Everyone is surprised to find out how pumped Sam is for this assignment but he is all over it. “It's about time we did some country in this room.” Cue Sam and Quinn at her locker talking about their ‘date’ last night, Sam’s all cute and teasing and Quinn is not into it. She tells him it was fun but she was wrong, they shouldn’t do this again. In turn, he does a wonderful performance of Bye Bye Baby. He thought it was more but clearly he’s “a part of her past.”

Then, we’re in the empty choir room. Tina and Mike are there. (I love their cutesy duets) They sing Everything Has Changed and it’s utterly adorable. Can’t you hear Mike asking Tina if she’s “good to go” like Ed does? And while we’re on the subject of cute duets and RED, we flash to the courtyard to see Santana and Brittany. They turn Stay Stay Stay into a duet. “I’ve been loving you for quite some time,” “before you I only dated self-indulgent takers who took all their problems out on me,” “no one else is gonna love me when I’m mad, mad, mad,” and “it’s occurring to me that I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” it’s perfect for them. Adorable ladies kisses are had.

Let’s toss in some boy drama for fun. Idk shit about football but somehow Puck is praised by their coach over Finn, which gets him all pissy, and Puck’s upset and jealous because Finn is back with Quinn now (this is why Quinn shut Sam now earlier, she changed her mind). Can we say duet of Bad Blood? “So if you’re coming my way...just don’t.”

After their dramatics, we have a Brittany solo in the choir room. It’s after school at this point (or whenever glee club is). Brittany does You’ll Always Find You Way Back Home.

When she finishes Mr. Schue tries to explain that it’s a Hannah Montana song. Britt injects that it’s confusing how she’s really Miley Cryus “like how can you be two people at once?”. Before Mr. Schue can continue, Kurt pipes up “you never specified that the songs had to be sung by Taylor Swift, just that they were her songs.” Mercedes adds, “yeah, Mr. Schue, Taylor wrote that song.” Mr. Schue concedes that he has once again been outwitted by Kurtcedes. The friends do their little hand shake thing.

With a sigh, Mr. Schue asks Mike if he’s ready to go and Mike asks to take things to the auditorium for some dancing room. Everyone’s on stage with him and it’s kind of a group number but Mike is the focus. It’s Shake It Off. All inspired by the music video. He’s tried to fit in elsewhere (i.e. football, with the smart kids, etc..) but he’s really himself in glee when he’s dancing.

Part 2 of Taylor Tribute Episodes

We begin with an ALL GIRL NUMBER of A Place In This World. Just because.

Glee is dismissed and we zoom in on Artie. He’s watching Tina with Mike and Brittany with Santana. Both Tina and Britt have broken his heart by this point. So, he’s rolling down the halls singing A Perfectly Good Heart. While Artie’s soloing, we cut to Rachel watching Finn and Quinn chatting. Artie’s song playing over this scene. Rachel is feeling similar to him at the moment.

She’s pretty sure Finn dumped her to be with Quinn again even though Kurt and Blaine told her they saw Quinn and Sam at the movies last night together making out in the back row. Fine, if that’s how he’s going to be, she doesn’t need him anyway. Cue Mr. Perfectly Fine. Uber dramatic solo performance walking around McKinley’s halls watching Finn and Quinn together ending in the auditorium alone. (see what I did there, both broken hearted peeps singing a song with Perfectly in it (this was not at all planned, actually, happy accident))

After some good old heartbreak, we have Kurt and Blaine on screen. Blaine walks into the auditorium to see Kurt sitting on the edge of the stage. “What’s all the fuss?” he asks from the door. Kurt had texted him “EMERGENCY.” The band starts to play and Kurt just starts singing, Enchanted. It’s time to profess their love for each other, just like they sing Perfect together in the car, this duet needs no audience. Blaine catches up and sings while walking towards his boyfriend. It’s very reminiscent of past New Directions competitions where they come in from the back and make their way to the stage. “Wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you?” Kurt and Blaine both know the answer to that question now but just a few months ago they were both wondering that exact thing.

They kiss before we cut to Kurt and Blaine walking hand in hand into the choir room where everyone else is already. Mr. Schue is praising the performances thus far and of course asks Rachel if she’s ready to solo (some practice for her completion solo). This causes an uproar from Mercedes and Santana. Another classic argument of how she gets too many solos. Mr. Schue tries to shut them both down but Santana tells Rachel to watch her back, and we get three very different reactions to this. 

All three girls storm out.

First, we visit Mercedes alone in the courtyard. This solo is all about being hurt over this great thing in her life (glee) and her being denied happiness within that club. Thus, Cold As You. (mostly to indulge myself because she’d blow us away with this song).

Next, Rachel in the auditorium. A huge bridge on stage (very Speak Now Tour of her), belting out Better Than Revenge. Santana’s dropped the last straw (the humiliation, name calling, Finn at one point and now solos,) it’s too much this time.

And finally, Santana walking around McKinley, showing us flashes of Rachel ‘outshining’ her and the rest of glee and Mr. Schue being unfair, while singing Look What You Made Me Do.

Tina walks out at the same time as Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana but no one seems to put two and two together. She feels just as underutilized as the latter two do. She ends up in an empty classroom and sings The Outside. “Nobody ever lets me in” and “on the outside looking in.”

Once the 3, err 4, divas have left the room, Finn sticks up for Rachel. Quinn, of course, has something to say about this along the lines of “you always defend her.” Finn, intimated by her ‘scary Quinn’ fumbles and blurts “because she’s my girlfriend” WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT THIS POINT. Quinn dumps him on the spot, cuts quickly to Blaine and Kurt sharing some ‘oh my god, can you believe this’ expressions, and vanishes from the room.

By this point, Rachel is long gone from the auditorium but the bridge is still there.

Here’s where we go way off script but imagine, Quinn has decided to just quit boys. They’ve all failed her anyway, she’s better off being alone. She walks up the bridge and thinks to herself “god Rachel’s so dramatic, where did this thing even come from” before it hits her “fuck, I’m as bad as Finn. I want her.” Then, she starts singing Clean to herself in the auditorium, likely tearing up throughout and ending with a good cry. (Because Dianna would DELIVER with Clean.)

While Quinn is having a sexuality crisis, the rest of glee is still happening. They’re discussing upcoming competition and debating solos and songs.

Kurt’s all: “Mr. Schue, if I may” and performs a lovely rendition of Call It What You Want. Those opening lines are too good. “My castle (ie McKinley) crumbled overnight, brought a knife to a gun fight (ie couldn’t fight off Dave Karofsky), “I’m doing better than I ever was ‘cause my baby’s fit like a daydream,” and “at least I did one thing right.” When he’s done, Blaine’s a mess in the back of the choir room, and Mr. Schue says: “not really what we’re looking for but very nice, Kurt” however, Kurt’s too busy sitting beside Blaine teasing him about blushing.  

Then, the missing girls return to the room having sung out their emotions. Quinn, having realized her feelings for Rachel, ends up soloing You Belong With Me to the New Directions in the choir room. Odd looks all around, no one knows what’s up with her and why does she keep glancing at Rachel? (Faberry just fit so well I had to add it, don’t know if I’m a shipper or not but it’s here now) (also thanks to @spicygemini for pointing out the obvious “Quinn would have ate YBWY”).

Mr. Schue wants to move the group to the audition to perform their final number of the Taylor Swift tribute well but Tina asks to sing first. He’s surprised but allows it, taking a seat with the rest of the New Directions.

Tina sings Beautiful Ghosts. “Watch from the dark, wait for my life to start” because New Directions is refusing to use her talents AGAIN. She’s singing this to Rachel and the girls who were in the Treble Tones. Because she absolutely SMASHES this number, the glee kids agree she gets solo for their next competition (and they deliver on that promise).

To conclude Part 2 of the Taylor tribute episode, we have a group performance of Long Live. “One day we will be remembered”, “all the years we stood there on the sidelines wishing for right now”, “for a moment a band of thrives in ripped up jeans got to rule the world” ie wining completions, “when they look at the pictures please tell them my name...”

[aurora-daily]

AURORA’s Reddit Q&A (July 13th 2021)

Kmilalv: Hello aurora we love you, I'm @ aurora.s_love on instagram ✨✨🥰🥰🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ Aurora: oh hellooo!!!! Exportmusic: Meep Aurora: meep < 3 Lisxnne: WELL HELLO AND THANKS FOR YOUR NEW SONG! 🙏🌟💕 Aurora: HELLO!! and thank you for being open to it 24681357900: Thank u for making music Aurora: thank you for inviting it into your heart Emergency-Club-7529: This is have some upper case , it's the real Aurora Aurora: yes!!! Helloooooo brunamombach: hello ✨🃏🧚🏻‍♂️🤘🍇🍄🧚🏻‍♀️ when are you coming do Brazil? so glad to see you here!!! Aurora: I think I will be coming to Brazil next year  I love being in Brazil because I feel like it awakens my heart and soul to be there !! Brunamombach: if you were going to an souless island, what book would you bring with you? 🧚🏻‍♂️🍇🍄🧚🏻‍♀️🤘🃏 kisses from Brazil Aurora: I would either take: "The name of the wind" and "a Wise mans fear" or the LOTR trilogy. Or the "Mistborn" trilogy. or "warbreaker" or "the good omens" or "the ocean at the end of the lane" or "Anne of Green gables" or "The alchemist" or just all the books in the world oh no I cant decide

all DanParis: Hey have some karma you cool bean 🤌🏼 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 Aurora: thank you < 3 Ok-Estimate8468: Tell us something you can tell us about the second track on the Cure For Me vinyl, “Potion For Love”. I'm very curious...

Aurora: its the song I decided for the B-side of the vinyl, and I will probably release it digitally one day too. Its the sister song to "exist for love" but from the other perspective. where love does not fill you up, but love has left a big hole within you < / 3 Ok-Estimate8468: Did you get a lot of unfollows and hate from bad people due to Cure For Me? Aurora: I got a little hate from homophobes, and also abelist, and racist comments from people claiming there was nothing wrong with their mindset. BUT it does not bother me. and I will never stop speaking up about the things I find important. because.. what else would our meaning on this earth be? if that makes sense. Some people have attacked me personally, but sadly mostly its people defending their own hateful ways of being. I cant even imagine how it really is to be a victim of racism or violent homophobia, so I feel like the least I can do is to try the best I can to show support. and speak up. and be an ally.

So a bit more short - yes, and I really dont mind!!!! unfollow me if you find speaking about equality and the right to live, and love and be loved unsettling <3 thank you for this question! Ok-Estimate8468: How was the process of creating the studio version of Cure For Me? I heard your first acoustic performance and saw that it's much smoother than the studio, so I was curious to see how you managed to create another even more amazing version. Aurora: Me and Magnus just played around, and we really tried to go with our emotions, and to be playful and to not think too much about what was "AURORA" or what was even...pretty! we just laughed! and danced! and did what felt lovely to us.

I think this is why the making of this song is one of my favourite memories, and also I think that is why it sounds so playful! because it is!! it was like playing a game. and I did also play alot around with symbolics in both the lyrics and the way this song is produced. it all has a meaning you see... but of course I will let you figure that out yourself!!

Pingouiin_: What's your favourite mountain around bergen ? Aurora: mine is Løvstakken!! and Magnus loves Ullrikken!! but important to NEVER stop a Norwegian person walking on the mountain. just say. a quick hello and wander off your own mind. become at one with nature Whoamiandallthat: Thank you for existing, I love your art and you inspire me so much 💙 You are one of my favorite artists 😊 And just the other day I found out that you are just two years older than me, and so successful... I'm wondering how it was for you to become so popular, did you feel like people thought you needed a cure? I'm also in the sphere of arts - filmmaking; but I feel like my films are not good enough... I have a YouTube channel with some videos - if you ever see this comment I would like for you to check it out 😊 Aurora: Ive felt through my life like something was a little off, ive never resonated that much with the people or the "system" around me! it didn't bother me so much even though I. was teased a lot for it ( so again I was very lucky) but I never felt like I understood the world and my place in it. or how I. could fit in, in this worlds society and with other people ! and becoming "famous" which I dont really feel that I am, but I guess that I am a little "known" (meep) was very strange, and very hard to handle at first. as impressions affect me a lot, and noises and people etc. but with time I got better at handling all these impressions, and avoid getting a.. sensory overload! and I am so happy now, that I can look directly at strangers and actually listen to them, and understand them, and even love them I guess what I am trying to say, that ive now understood that this is the very thing that connected me to all of you. and now I see my place here on this earth. and I see all of you, and you give my life so much meaning!! Lets_Fight_Dragons: Firstly I wanted to say I recently discovered your music and I love everything about it. I have two questions, I hope that’s ok 1. How do you start writing songs because I’m trying to get into songwriting and I’m not sure how you write such amazing songs 2. What’s your favourite song you’ve released? Aurora: 1. well I dont really know. ( I am sorry!!) but I feel like it started really natural for me.. I. kind of just sat down with my piano.. and then I started playing around with the Keyes, and I figured out I could make an endless amount of melodies by simply pressing the keys in a different order!! remember finding this extremely magical (I was around 6 years old then) and after a while I started adding lyrics, and I just spent time looking into myself, trying to figure out. - what do I want to say? what do. I need to hear in a song? what do the world need to hear in a song? and etc. I always think about songwriting as storytelling. and I always start out by figuring out what story I want to tell, what matter I want to dress, or what pleases me, or annoys me with the world, or what emotion I need help dealing with!! and then I write a song!!! and if you feel like its difficult to come up with melodies, I would recommend finding a song you like, and learn the chords of it (or find an instrumental version. online) and then you make your own melodies on top of that! many of the songs of the world share the same chords, and often the melodies on top is the thing separating them. music belongs to all of us, and its clear that every song in the world comes from the same magical source. 2. I think its the seed. or couples creatures!! or infections of a different kind!! tiffnoir: Our dear AURORA, your b-side A Potion For Love is helping me a lot (broken heart since a few days ago). I wanted to ask (if I can haha) if would it be included at the upcoming album, or maybe a relaxing, vintage video for it? Thanks for helping all of us with your music ^_^ Aurora: thank you som much for letting this song into your heart  after writing exist for love, I figured that I should also make a sister-song that could belong for the ones with a broken heart as well  it will not be on the album, but for you I will try to put it on the deluxe version FedahpWithThisWurld: Hello, Aurora! I'm a neurodivergent person and I have always felt a lot of shame over being the way I am, like I'm not good enough. Your music makes me feel better and it makes me feel that being me is okay. Thank you for that.  I want to know how you manage to be so confident? Do you ever get nervous before a show? Aurora: hello!!!! I have had a lot of similar experiences with myself in this world too.. so I am very sad to hear you've lived your life with this feeling I think after a while I understood what makes me different also makes me special. and special is good. and if you think about it, special isn't even that different, because in one way or another we are all... unique. but of course, some people have had to fight their. way through life more than others.. making it less easy to learn how to love yourself. and accept yourself. I guess, now I've surrounded myself with good people who understand my quirks and sensitivities, people who give me time. and space to be me. I have also been lucky, because I have a family that have always encouraged me to be myself. and to love myself. and I guess that is why I am trying to convey to all of you now, because now we are like al little family. where being who you are - is cool. and you're cool. and were all cool. and I get nervous all the time, of all sorts of things! but I just accept that feeling as a part of being human. its uncomfortable yes, but I know at least it won't kill me! 3charmplease: What was it like recording for Frozen? Aurora: it was magical  and also slightly scary. but it felt safe and good calling at the mountains. and I feel warm thinking about it. especially now. cause my father just walked over to me with five little strawberries in his hand. he gave them all to me. and they were so small, and sweet. im currently sitting in my childhood home, right next to the very piano where I wrote "runaway" and so many other songs. Tiny-Sink-2397: Boom shake shake shake the room Aurora: that was actually during the recording process of Cure For Me! Tiny-Sink-2397: I thought it was!! Seemed like an epic party Aurora: YES Joelynxyzs: what's your favorite movie ? Aurora: Practical magic BUT ALSO THESE: The LOTR triology ALL GHIBLI MOVIES avatar once upon a time in Hollywood Hannah the perfume fantastic MR. fox Star Wars: a new hope rouge one isle of dogs the hunchback of Notre dame! the arrival stypop: If you were to get the chance to work on a sequel to another Disney movie, which one would you want it to be? Aurora: since Disney owns Lucas films I would love to be a part of the Star Wars universe  or to play either a magical fairy, witch mermaid, forest nymph, or a scary beast!! WE WO brisot: The masks in CFM remind me of theater plays, do you ever watch any and how much of an influence for you is the art of acting? Aurora: this era of my life is very influenced by the ancient times where theatre was all they had. no CGI or special effects etc. and I really wanted all these videos to feel very authentic, and down to earth! The shell in "exist for love" was handmade by someone, and I painted all the masks in "cure for me" myself! so I like it when it feels... human Clear-Champion-1833: i love you Aurora:

<3

Jicuhrabbitkim: How do you like your fried eggs cook!! I like it when its very crispy!! Aurora: as long as its from a local farm that has free healthy chickens that walk about freely and eat good food I like my eggs crispy too. GhostReaper3: Hi I have a question as well: How do you keep positive? Many people including myself find this difficult sometimes so it would be good to hear your technique or way of keeping upbeat and positive! Also, thank you for sharing your music with us! Aurora: I know what you mean, i've struggled with it myself at times. but I guess I tried separating in my mind what I can do something about, and what I cant? if that makes sense?? we are all just here on this planet. and though we all seem to be going though the same things we still feel so alone, in our thoughts and in our minds. And I've been very aware that with music, and with this fandom we can all finally connect, and see each other, and know that we are not alone! and if there is one thing I love, it is to dance a little after I've cried. I think its important to. shake these emotions out of our body. like animals do! and then I made CURE FOR ME. because I thought about all the warriors out there feeling. a little crazy... after isolation! or after being depressed! and being l rocked in with their families that might not accept them for who they are.. and I thought I needed to make a song for us all, that felt a little uplifting. and uniting. just so we know where not alone, and just so we know that we are worthy.. of everything! and that we are worthy of celebrating ourselves!! ALWAYS! aniri003: Were the dancers freestyling in the last part of the video Aurora: YES! I told them to put their freak game on. And they were amazing. L_pls_use_revive: Hei Aurora! Apart from inspiring me with your music for emotional people, I also dicovered my love for Norway and the Norwegian language through you - now studying it in my second year at university. Tusen, tusen takk! I want to visit soon when traveling is safe - So which place should I not miss out on? Have a great life! Aurora: I think the whole of Norway is worth visiting! there are so many beautiful places. and beautiful people! I would ofc. recommend Bergen! (haha!) but also places like Tromsø, Trondheim, Stavanger, lofted and The Geirangerfjord and the Northwest!!! HAHA KakSetoKaiba: How's the progress of the album that you've been preparing which will be released after your death? Aurora: its going well, I take one song for every chapter and I put it on my death album instead of the album I'm making  its going well. and im excited about it! maria_fernandez_: This is not a question but I just wanted to tell you that discovering you and your music has been the best thing that ever happened to me. What your music makes me feel cannot be described in words. I love you so much. Greetings from Spain!! Aurora: thank you!!! applepieaurora: Whats your favorite pie? 🐉 Aurora: apple pie  and blueberry pie!! Ok-Potato7244: Thanks for sharing your time ... a warrior here to welcome you...Have some tea...And i don't need a cure for disliking keeping animals in cages...Especially birds...💚... Aurora: thank you pekaraseva: what do you feel when you perform Ioadk or Adkoh for people? Aurora: I feel so full of emotion and love and despair I could almost explode  and its wonderful. I also feel insanely connected to the audience when I sing these songs.. I. think. its because they are such important pieces of my soul targaryenblood02: omg what do you think cure for me would smell like? 🐛 Aurora: like something Brazilian! like Asai! or caipirinha! or Brigadeiro!

sproutingephemeral: Hello Aurora, Thanks for your new song, I've gotten quite addicted to it😊 I have a question that might be a bit difficult to answer. I am a Warrior from the U.S. currently without a clue of where I should be and what I should be doing. I'm done with school, and in the process of moving to a new town with my parents. I'm applying for jobs, but I feel like I can't find my reason for being in a smaller area with not many people my age. I feel like my parents are trying to mold me into a certain person, which doesn't feel authentic to me. I probably should be making more of my own decisions at my age, but I'm a bit scared and confused, if what I think is deemed too unrealistic or out of line with their expectations for me (like a childhood dream?). I tried talking to them about it, to little success. Is there something inherently wrong with me? Or am I just being spoiled or lazy? I read about how you were initially opposed to starting your career until your mother convinced you to change your mind. How do you know whether or not to trust in your parents' plans for you? On a lighter note, do you prefer cookies that are more soft (chewy) or hard (crumbly)? I don't need a cure for...my autism, and tendency to talk regularly to my deceased cat at his grave (??)😿👼 Looking forward to seeing you in New York! Take care❤❤ Aurora: you should ALWAYS. only do what feels right for you. this world is very absurd, and people tend to think they know what is meaningful and what is important. but we all know, money and success isn't important beyond what you need to simply survive. this one life is yours. and you should be just who you want. and do what feels right for you. because its yours. its only yours. drink tea. work hard. be lazy. dance. be shy. laugh, cry. drink wine and eat good bread. be good. fight for something you care about. and either live for your work, or work a little and then just... live. get a garden, grow tomatoes, get a cat. or a dog. or a parrot. life can be so random, and it can be both so little, and so large at the same time. some days were meant to TAKE chances, and live. and sometimes were just meant to exist. and do nothing. you should never feel guilty for not "being enough" because you are enough. just who you are. just how you are. is enough. good luck on your strange journey my warrior, maybe our paths crosses and maybe they dont. but know, when you walk out of your door, that anything can happen! and the whole world is yours. Hippolyte_gray: is the name of the next album hidden in your previous songs ? Aurora: mayyyyyybeeeeeeeee rashadalt: what do you think about your fans who are racist/homophobic etc.? Aurora: I feel sorry for them. because I know I cant be easy l living a life so full of hate. and even spending your precious. time on this world bringing other people down. and I know how easy it is for people to be driven by fear, and how difficult. it can be to have an original meaning and stand up for what you really mean. so I dont judge them, or hate them,

but I do feel sorry for them. and I am also very disappointed in them. because its such a. waste of human potential to live your life in the paths of hatred.

but as long as we face hate with love, we will eventually win. when we show them. we are not the enemy, just people trying to make a better world, I think, and I hope that eventually we can all agree that being able to live, and being able to love is a human right. Brivera726: I noticed you said you would bring LOTR trilogy with you to an island- I’m reading them for the fourth time right now  I feel like if Galadriel sing songs it would sound like you! Anyway I really like your art so yah just keep doing u- love from PFC Rivera, USMC Aurora: this is then est thing ive ever read thank you Aurora: I am. sorry people, but my time here (for tonight) is up </3 but I will probably be back looking at your questions and thoughts because I did really. enjoy this. and I. love you all so. much.

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country boy - kth

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader Word Count: 9.4k Genre: fluff, smut, Cowboy!Taehyung Rating: +18 Trigger Warnings: oral (m-receiving), fingering, denied orgasm, penetrative sex, delayed orgasm, unprotected sex (pls wrap it b4 u tap it), just rlly cringey smut im sorry Banner Credits: Thank you so much for @kimtaehyunq​ of the Bangtan Headquarters Editing Team for this banner! It’s so pretty??? ajshjsahjsa

*some scenes inspired by the Hannah Montana movie and Girl Meets Texas because I have no country knowledge. I just felt the cowboy Taehyung spirit*

The tranquil plains and farmlands was nothing like the tall, concrete buildings and noisy traffic-filled roads that Y/N was used to.

Her eyes almost rolled back in exasperation as the car rolled onto a driveway leading up to a decently-sized wooden house complete with horses and a small cabbage patch at the side.

The perfect image that describes country.

Y/N’s father turned and faced her with a grin.

“We’re home, pumpkin,” he said.

“Right,” Y/N tried to smile—she really did, but she couldn’t. How could she?

Her father told her that he was going to England for three months for his job—which Y/N was totally fine with. What she didn’t understand was why she couldn’t go with, or at the very least stay in her house alone with her dad.

Why did she have to stay back with her grandmother?

Y/N stepped out of the car, a pained smile on her face as she watched her father unload her suitcases from his car.

“Alright, I’ll see you in about—ten weeks?” her father asked as he handed off the suitcases to Y/N who only sighed.

“Dad, I really don’t get why I have to stay here.” Y/N said, her eyes darting around the area. “I could’ve stayed with mom.”

Y/N’s father’s eyes turned sad.

“Honey, your mother’s busy—“

“Ah, yes. Too busy fucking her boyfriend to house her daughter for three months. I forgot.”

“Y/N!” Her father chastised to which Y/N only rolled her eyes.

“Why can’t I just stay alone at home? Or go with you?” Y/N sighed. “Why here?”

The two’s heads turned as the door to the house opened, revealing Y/N’s grandparents with a wide smile.

“Because you haven’t been back here since the divorce three years ago. Grandpa and Grandpa really miss you.” Her father explained softly.

Y/N only sighed, looking up at the sky in frustration.

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with,”

She now has to spend three months in the country. No friends, shitty wifi, no way out.

Except maybe an unruly horse.

Y/N sat in the living room, her father long gone as he drove back to the city for his flight the following morning.

Her grandmother came carrying a small platter of freshly baked cookies.

“Still hot!” She said as Y/N smiled softly.

No matter how much she despised the country now, she would never tell her grandparents.

Her grandparents were her only anchor during her parents’ divorce—her grandmother a total sweetheart who bakes cookies and cakes for all her cravings and her grandfather being a tad enthusiastic in learning the ins-and-outs for all her passions and interests.

No, this was the least she could do—pretend she was having at least a decent time.

Y/N gulped and took a cookie.

“Thanks, grandma.”

“Oh, and I invited some of your friends over, by the way.” Her grandfather said, appearing at the doorway to the kitchen. “Thought you’d want to catch up with them, kid.”

“I have friends?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrow. “Who?”

“Oh dear, Jin, Hoseok, Namjoon and Chaeri, remember?” Her grandmother asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Ah, them.” Y/N nodded.

She supposed the three of them were her friends—in a way.

Friends she hasn’t spoken to since she was ten.

There was a series of knocks at the door which made Y/N flinch.

“Ah, reckon that’s them. You should get the door, honey.” Her grandmother said, moving towards the kitchen. “I’ll leave you children be to chatter.”

“Okay, thanks.” Y/N shrugged, standing up to get the door.

She was greeted with a tall boy with slicked back hair, a plaid polo, and a heart-shaped smile.

“Howdy,”

“Hello, Hoseok.” Y/N smiled softly backing away and waving him in as she peeked at his companions. “Seokjin, Namjoon, Chaeri. Come in!”

“Oh, it’s Hobi, Jin, Joon and Chae,” Hoseok said, waving nonchalantly as he took a seat on the couch. “We’re friends!”

“Sure,” Y/N shrugged, closing the door as she took a seat on the armchair opposite Hoseok. “We haven’t talked in like—what, fifteen years? Felt awkward to call you that.”

“Once friends, always friends,” Namjoon smiled as Jin nodded along.

“So, how have you been, how’s the city treating you?” Chaeri asked, leaning over. “Any cute city boys you wanna tell me about?”

As Y/N chuckled, Jin scoffed at the Chaeri.

“Please, I’m the most handsome person you’d ever meet. Y/N probably hasn’t found anyone handsome since me.” Jin commented.

“Ah, yes. Worldwide handsome, I think i remember.” Y/N nodded.

Jin grinned, pointing finger guns at the girl.

“Well, the city’s been great. I got a lot of great friends, and met a lot of cute guys, Chaeri—but no one as handsome as you, Jin.”

“See?” Jin boasted, grinning at his friends.

“I’ve seen handsomer,” Chaeri commented.

“I’m your boyfriend!” Jin gasped, appalled. “I should be the most handsome creature in the entire planet for you!”

“You guys are dating?” Y/N smiled, tilting her head.

“Yeah, and they’re disgusting.” Hoseok stuck his tongue out at the couple.

“They’ve been dating since two years ago—they’re pretty clingy.” Namjoon commented, to which Chaeri tutted.

“Yeah, no. Jin is clingy—I’m not.” Chaeri shook her head and pushed a whining Jin away.

“Anyways, how have you guys been here?” Y/N asked, changing the topic.

“Ah, good enough,” Hoseok shrugged.

“The old plains we used to hang around in became a pub. Oh, and Hansul’s sister went to the city to train to be a famous idol.” Namjoon recalled.

“Is she?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, also our grade school teacher—remember her?—got remarried for the fourth time after you left,” Hoseok shared.

“Again?”

“Yes! The guy had a son, about our age—Taehyung. They moved here weeks after the marriage.” Chaeri gossiped. “Took the town by storm,”

“Took the town’s girls by storm,” Jin huffed.

“Ah, let me guess. A fuck-boy?” Y/N asked.

“Not really, he doesn’t really mind them much. Never really saw him flirt back to any of them—spare a girl or two.” Namjoon shrugged, leaning back.

“Ah, a heart-throb, then?”

“Sure,” Hoseok said. “You could call him that,”

“Hm,” Y/N said, shaking her head before shooting the group a  mischievous smile—changing the topic. “So, tell me something—Does Namjoon know how to saddle a horse now?”

“Maybe if he didn’t keep breaking saddles every day.”

“Hey!”

It was hours after Jin and Chaeri they had to go for a date night, which prompted Hoseok and Namjoon to leave as well.

Y/N then decided to go out on her own to familiarize and acclimatize to her childhood home—after all, she’ll be here for three whole months.

It’s been two hours of aimless wandering when she reached the field she used to play with her friends when she was younger.

Her eyes landed on the big wooden-building with the big signboard that said “Big Billy Restaurant and Pub.”

“Oh, so, this is the new pub,” Y/N said to herself.

Moments later, a boy—about her age—stumbles out of the pub wobbly and red-faced, with a bottle of whiskey still in hand.

It was a look Y/N knew from her time in the city—he was shit-faced drunk.

Y/N chuckled, gazing at the boy who seemed to have had more alcohol than he could handle.

As soon as she turned around to leave, she could hear him clearly scream “you!” from the top of his lungs.

Y/N jumped in her spot and turned, raising an eyebrow. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” The boy said, clutching the beer in his hands. “youuuuuuuuu.”

“Meeeeeee… what?”

The boy collapsed on his knees and sobbed. “You broke my heart!”

“I did what now?” Y/N dead-panned as the boy wailed in front of her. “Dude, get up. What the fuck?”

“Ji-eun! Why?” The boy wailed, pounding on his chest with his fist. “I-I did everything for you! I loved you so much!”

He sniffled as he took another swig of his whiskey.

“My name is Y/N—“

“What did I do wrong th-that made you replace me?” The boy slurred sadly, waving his arms. “Whe-Where did I go wrong?”

“What?” Y/N groaned, running her fingers through her hair as she crouched down and shook the boy’s shoulders. “Buddy, I’m not Ji-eun. I’m gonna go.”

As soon as she finished her words, the boy let out a loud sob and jumped on her, clutching pathetically at her torso.

“Dude, let go of me.” Y/N hissed as the boy sobbed in her chest.

“Ji-eun, please! Be with me again! I don’t care if you want me to be your second man, I’ll be okay with that.”

“That’s so pathetic—“

“Ya, Yoongi-hyung, that’s enough.” A deep voice chastised from a few feet away.

Y/N’s head shot up, her eyes landing on a tall raven-haired boy frowning a few feet away.

He was, in simple words, majestic—godly—etheral.

His eyes were the prettiest shade of dark brown she’s ever seen, black hair slightly gelled and parted in the middle—showing a little forehead, his denim jacket snug on his body.

He grinned a little as he studied the sight.

“Ah, hyung. What am I going to do with you?”

The boy, Yoongi, only sniffled as he pulled back from Y/N.

“Taehyung, Ji-eun—“

Y/N’s eyes wandered back over to Taehyung with an open mouth. So this is the teacher’s step-son Taehyung who moved here.

“That’s not Ji-eun.” Taehyung chuckled, walking over to help Yoongi up. “Now, how about we stop bothering the little lady and apologize.”

“But—“

“I’ll help you talk to Ji-eun tomorrow, Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung shook his head, shooting Y/N a small grin as Joon-hyuk pouted. “Now, come on,”

“S-Sorry,” Yoongi hiccuped, his lower lip shaking in a sad pout.

“Uh, that’s fine,” Y/N shook her head, amused.

“Can you wait for me out here?” Taehyun asked to which Y/N only raised an eyebrow to.

“Uh, sure?”

“Thanks, I’ll be right out.”

“Sure,” Y/N shrugged. “Goodluck with Ji-eun, Yoongi.”

Yoongi burst into tears as Taehyung snorted, leading him back into the pub.

Three minutes later, he sauntered out of the building with a smile.

“I’m back,” Taehyung said. “I’ll take you home now,”

“Thanks, but no need,” Y/N shook her head. “I can do just fine on my own,”

“I don’t mind, it was the least I could do after that whole scene with Yoongi-hyung.” Taehyung smiled, waving her hand. “Lead the way.”

Y/N bit her lip as Taehyung’s smile widened.

“Come on, I insist.”

“If you’re sure.” Y/N shrugged, starting to walk as Taehyung matched her pace beside her—hands in his pockets as he hummed. “Is your friend okay?”

“Oh, drunk beyond belief but nothing new with him,” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “He gets drunk a lot—it’s sort of a natural state to him,”

“He’s alright, then?”

“Yeah, I called his brother to come take him home,” Taehyung shrugged before smiling again. “That’s nice of you, Taehyung.” Y/N mused.

At this, Taehyung raised his eyebrows.

“Your friend, Yoongi, called you Taehyung earlier,” Y/N explained before widening her eyes. “Oh, unless he got your name wrong too. In which case, I’m so s—“

“It’s fine,” He laughed, waving his hand. “No, it’s Taehyung, yeah.”

“Oh, goodie.” Y/N smiled as Taehyung tilted his head.

“What brings you here, L/N?”

It was Y/N’s turn to raise her eyebrows this time.

“Small town, news gets around.” Taehyung laughed. “You were a face I couldn’t recognize, and you did say you were Y/N earlier too.”

“Ah,” Y/N nods slowly, before stopping. “Wait—you were there? Why didn’t you come sooner?”

At this, Taehyung burst into laughter at Y/N’s wide eyes.

“It was really funny to see you struggle.”

“Nice to know you enjoy my pain,” Y/N mutters under her breath.

Taehyung smirked over at her. “Hm, yeah, I do,”

Y/N bit her lip, her mind threatening to cloud over with inappropriate images that should absolutely not pop up in a conversation with someone you just met.

Y/N cleared her throat, her cheeks brushing a furious shade of red as she looked up at the night sky.

“But—uh, listen. I don’t plan to take Yoong-hyung to Ji-eun tomorrow if he doesn’t remember so just—can you keep that part a secret?” Taehyung said, rubbing his hand behind his neck. “He’s just a real sweetheart with Ji-eun,”

“By sweetheart—“

“By sweetheart, I meant a real pain in in the ass.”

Y/N laughed loudly, making Taehyung grin.

“Yeah, if I understood correctly, I don’t think Ji-eun needs to have a chance to be forgiven,” she shrugged.

“Yeah, she screwed him up real nice.” Taehuyng snorted. “Yoongi-hyung’s all tough and edgy but when he falls in love—I don’t know. Ji-eun's really done it.”

“Hm, I hope he gets over it soon,”

“Yeah, me too.” Taehyung hummed in agreement.

Y/N smiled. Attractive, funny, and a gentleman who cares for his friends—how much more beautiful can this guy get?

Upon surveying her surroundings, Y/N cleared her throat once more.

“Well, we’re here,” Y/N said, pointing at her grandparents’ house behind her. “I should—uh,”

“Head inside,” Taehyung nodded,  waving as Y/N slowly walked up the drive-way.

Y/N took another glance at Taehyung, which only made him chuckle.

“Good night, ma’am,” he smiled, tipping an imaginary hat.

“Good night, sir,” Y/N giggled, tipping her imaginary hat back at the boy.

Taehyung laughed out loud one last time before turning around and making his way back to the direction he came from.

Y/N shut the door behind her and leaned back on it with a sigh.

Who the fuck was that boy and why was he the hottest person she’s ever met her whole entire life?

“It’s so nice that you volunteered to give us an extra set of hands at the ranch, kiddo.” Her grandfather gushed happily as he led her over to their barn. “We could really use the help,”

“Yep, real nice,” Y/N said, teeth clenched in frustration.

It was the next morning when she woke up to a new day of what her grandmother called an “honest day’s work.”

Y/N thought it was just a country saying—how wrong she was.

After breakfast, she was immediately ushered to prepare to go help at the barn because, apparently, her father said she whole-heartedly volunteered to do ranch-work.

This was something she never said she’d do.

Her grandparents, however, were ecstatic that she wanted to “immerse in the country-side”, so what choice did she have?

Her grandfather opened the doors to the barn, and she was immediately greeted with the sight of hay—so much hay—and a boy sitting next to a large table by the corner.

There, Taehyung sat with a phone in his hand.

“Taehyung is here today, he helps us from time-to-time,” Y/N’s grandfather said, leading Y/N over to the boy.

At the sound of his name, Taehyung snapped his head up and shot the two with a smile.

Taehyung looked absolutely sinful with his messy hair, high-waisted pants and brown leather belt.

His white shirt has the sleeves rolled up, perfectly showcasing the muscles in his upper arms when he raised his hand in a wave.

“Hello, grandpa,” Taehyung grinned before winking at Y/N, tipping an invisible hat in her direction just like he did the night before. “Ma’am,”

“Taehyung,” Y/N said smiling slightly.

“Our boy Tae here will be giving a bath to old Sally and Pumpkin today to prepare them for the big horse race tomorrow,” Y/N’s grandfather explained, handing the girl over to Taehyung with a pat on his back. “Now, you help him do that, maybe take the girls for a spin while you’re at it,”

At this, Y/N’s grandfather bid the two a quick farewell and left.

Y/N gulped at Taehyung’s smirk.

“So, how’s your day, Y/N?”

“Ah, pretty great so far, I guess?” Y/N smiled nervously as Taehyung raked his eyes on her from head-to-toe.

“You look beautiful today,”

“Thank you,”

“So beautiful, that it’s a shame that you have to get out of those clothes,” Taehyung quipped happily.

Y/N’s eyes widened, her mind short-circuiting as she processed his words.

“W-What?”

Taehyung let out a guffaw when he saw her wide eyes, shooting a quick wink.

“Mind out of the gutter,” He smirked, turning around to rummage around a small cabinet nearby. “Your clothes look expensive—not to mention it’s white. Don’t want to dirty that.”

Y/N glanced down at her current outfit—a white shirt she bought from Gucci and denim shorts.

He was right.

“W-Well, you’re wearing a white shirt, too!” Y/N defended weakly to white Taehyung laughed, standing up with a plaid top in his hands.

“Yeah, well, this white shirt is worth $4 for three pieces,” Taehyung joked. “I think I can afford to ruin it a little bit,”

Y/N smiled, taking the top Taehyung was offering.

“And this shirt?”

“Spare clothes I could bear to get ruined just for you,”

Somehow, the only words Y/N’s brain processed were I could ruin you.

Trying to maintain her composure, Y/N licked her chapped lips—an action noticed by Taehyung.

Taehyung’s eyes locked onto her lips, making him lick his own as well before clearing his throat.

“Well, suit up. This is going to be fun!”

Y/N grinned.

Yeah, this was going to be fun.

It was absolutely not fun.

It was one whole week of torture, for both Taehyung and Y/N.

One whole week of “you’re doing it wrong,” “stop whining it’s not hard,” “maybe if you actually listen,” and the likes and Y/N had enough.

It was one whole day of horse-riding—apparently, it was a good exercise for the horses—and Y/N was officially done with the whole country thing.

She marched into the barn and collapsed on the chair, leaning her head on the table.

Within a few seconds, a livid Taehyung marched inside the room—his pretty brown eyes wide in anger.

Y/N raised her head up and sighed in irritation. “Leave me alone, Kim,”

“No!”

“The fuck do you want?”

“You fucking screwer up, Y/N—again. For the millionth time this week.” Taehyung seethed. “The horse was going too fucking fast—I told you not to go that fast, but did you listen? No,”

Y/N clenched her teeth as Taehyung continued his rant.

“I told you to pull the rope to slow the horse down. Did you listen? No,” Taehuyng continued. “You said you put the saddle on perfectly, but you didn’t—“

“Taehyung, for the love of god—Shut the fuck up.” Y/N groaned running a hand on her face.

“Time and time again, you screw up, Y/N. What if you fell, huh? Hit your head, get a concussion? What am I supposed to tell your grandparents, huh?”

“That I fell,” Y/N hissed, glaring at Taehyung. “That fucking simple,”

“No!” Taehyung said once again, raising his hands in anger. “Are you that stupid not to follow such simple instructions—“

Y/N scoffed standing up and turning around to leave.

Immediately, Taehyung was at her heel, still continuing his rant.

“If you just did it the way that I told you to, then—“

“I’m doing my fucking best, okay?” Y/N screamed, turning to face Taehyung in anger. “You know I know nothing, I’m doing whatever the fuck I can—you can’t blame me for failing when I’m doing the best that I fucking can,”

“Yeah, that the best you can do?” Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms. “Then you’re pure absolute shit at this—why did you even volunteer to help?”

“Because my father told me to!” Y/N argued back. “I didn’t even want to, but even then I tried all that I can to help you—“

“Well, you were absolutely no help.”

“You think I don’t know?” Y/N screeched.

“Tone it down,” Taehyung hissed. “You need to learn how to shut you’re fucking mouth,”

Y/N raised her eyebrow in disbelief in irritation.

“Oh, do I, now?” Y/N scoffed, leaning forwards with an angry glare in her eyes. “Fucking make me, country boy,”

With a scoff, Taehyung leaned down and crashed his lips on Y/N’s.

His soft lips were enough to shut her up until the next decade—only if he kept kissing her until then.

Y/N gasped, eyes wide as Taehyung harshly gripped her waist and pulled away.

“Shut you up real nice, didn’t I?”

“Fuck you,” Y/N hissed, leaning back up to reconnect their lips—hands and fingers immediately darting up to wrap around his neck and play with his hair.

Taehyung growled as he roamed her body with his hands, pushing her towards the table.

As soon as her back hit the piece of furniture, Taehyung pushed her up to sit.

He disconnected his lips with hers and immediately moved to her neck.

Y/N moaned as Taehyung quickly located her pulse point and lightly sucked.

“You’re such an asshole,” Y/N said through her moans, tilting her head to provide him more access.

“Yeah, you’re making out with this asshole,” Taehyung growled out as he returned to kissing her lips, a faint purple mark blooming on her neck.

Y/N whimpered as Taehyung’s hands reached up and grasped one of her breasts, groaning lowly as he bit her lower lip.

“Tae, please,”

“Please, what?” Taehyung muttered against her lips.

“Touch me,” Y/N moaned out.

“Fuck,” He hissed, feeling Y/N’s hands travel up his shirt.

Y/N pulled away and reached for his leather belt, slightly panting before—

“Y/N!”

Immediately, the two sprung away from each other fixing their messy hair and clothes.

As Y/N fixed her hair, the barn door open to reveal her grandmother with a smile.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Y/N muttered to Taehyung, who only smirked at the girl as he wiped the corner of his lips.

Y/N cleared her throat, slowly releasing her breath.

Kim Taehyung made her want to bite off so much more than she could chew.

“Honey, you have visitors,” Y/N’s grandmother called as she got close enough.

“I do?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Her eyes panned over to the entrance of the barn where a tall boy with a delicate bunny smile poked his head through.

“Hello!” Jimin cheered as he appeared behind Jungkook.

“Guys!” Y/N gasped, peeling away from Taehyung. “Jungkook!”

Taehyung blinked in confusion as Y/N darted forward and met Jungkook in a fierce embrace, being lifted up in the air and twirled as Jimin laughed behind them.

“Holy fucking shit, I missed you!” Y/N said, cradling Jungkook’s face in her hands.

“I have so much I need to tell you about,” Jungkook gossiped as Jimin reached the pair.

“So does she,” Jimin chortled.

He grabbed a few strands of Y/N’s hair and set it aside, chuckling as a dark purple bruise revealed itself on her neck.

Immediately, Y/N slapped his hands away and backed up as Jungkook chuckled lightly.

“They’re going to be staying here until the summer festa,” Her grandmother shared, making Y/N gape.

“Wow,” Y/N gasped, leaning against Jungkook who wrapped his arm around Y/N. “a whole week with me?”

“Two weeks, actually—You and me,” Jungkook giggled, squeezing Y/N at his side.

“And me, you turds.” Jimin scoffed as Jungkook slammed his palm on Jimin’s face.

“Kook, fuck off,” Jimin scoffed before pulling Y/N’s hand. “Anyway, show us around!”

“Of course—“

Taehyung let out a small cough, making Y/N snap back into reality as she turned to Taehyung.

His eyes danced between her and Jungkook, with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, uh, in a while, Jiminie,” Y/N said as Taehyung glowered at Jungkook.

Jungkook was either impassive or downright oblivious.

Judging by how he only grinned at Y/N as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

“I have to talk to Taehyung in a quick whi—“

“Actually, I think I have something to talk about with your grandmother.” Taehyung declared, voice low and firm. “Don’t want to take you away from something important,”

“Tae—“

“Mrs. L/N, I wanted to talk to you about horse-racing,”

Y/N’s brows furrowed as Taehyung swiftly turned on his heel and marched out the back-door of the barn to the stables.

Y/N’s grandmother raised her eyebrows in confusion, facing Y/N. “Honey?”

“Touchy,” Jimin whistled as Jungkook snorted. “What was that all about?”

“Ah, that’s um,” Y/N glanced back at the back-door Taehyung exited from, almost expecting him to burst back in.

But he didn’t.

“Nothing, guys,” Y/N cleared her throat. “Just him being an asshole,”

Y/N hasn’t seen Taehyung in over a week.

Yeah, Kim Taehyung was indeed a grade-a asshole for basically sucking her face in the barn and then leaving her for dead for about a week.

Well, it’s not exactly just his fault.

But Jungkook and Jimin were here—she’s gotta spend time with her visiting friends!

Right?

Jungkook and Jimin burst through her doorway, screaming at her.

“Are you ready yet?” Jungkook screamed at her ear, tugging at her white dress.

“Jungkook, scram,” Y/N said irritably as Jimin collapsed on her bed.

“Y/N, you’re taking too long. I want to party,” Jimin whined, which Jungkook promptly followed.

“Yeah, stop trying to look pretty. You still look ugly anyways.” Jungkook commented, which earned him a slap at the back of the head from Y/N.

“What he means is the guy you made out with probably won’t be there.” Jimin shrugged, giggling as Y/N promptly turned around to shoot him a nasty glare.

“Who?” Jungkook said, oblivious doe eyes wide in surprise.

“That cute Taeyong guy from the barn when we got here,” Jimin huffed. “Remember she had a hickey?”

“Oh, yeah!” Jungkook gasped.

“It was just in the moment,” Y/N said, pursing her lips as she turned back to her vanity to apply the last few strokes of mascara. “at least for him, I think.”

“You see how he glared at me?” Jungkook snorted as he sat next to Jimin. “That’s not in the heat of the moment. He was, like, about to throw me against the wall for even hugging you,”

“That’s hot,” Jimin hummed.

Jungkook furiously turned a bright shade of red as he floundered around.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

At least her two friends were having a good… relationship, fling, whatever it was.

She picked up her lip gloss—cherry bomb.

As she applied it to her own lips, her mind wandered.

She distinctly remembers the same shade being transferred from her lips to Taehyung’s that day in the barn.

She can almost see his smirk as he wiped it away from his face.

“Y/N, are you dooooone?”

She gulped, snapping back as she slipped the gloss into her bag.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on,”

It was a big celebration at the pub.

Of course it was—it was the summer festa.

It was a big celebration all over the town.

There were food booths and picnics at every open park, rodeos and races at the open house, and a big discount on alcohol at the big party held at the pub.

There, Y/N sat by the bar with a beer in hand as Jungkook and Jimin did a surprisingly good rendition of Hannah Montana’s hoedown throwdown at the stage.

“It’d be fucking stupid to pass out on not popping, locking and polka dotting when I’m in the fucking country, Y/N,” she remembers Jimin chastising before dragging a pliant Jungkook to the stage.

Tuning out Jungkook and Jimin aggressively screaming “do the hoe-down throwdown!” through the excessively loud speakers, Y/N turned to the bar and peeked at the group beside her.

“Oh, Hobi!”

Hoseok turned around with a smile, two tequila shots in his hands.

“Y/N, didn’t know you’d be here,”

“Where else would I be?” Y/N snorted, taking the tequila shot glass Hobi offered.

“With your family, or at the rodeo?” Hobi shrugged, clinking his own shot glass with Y/N before drinking.

Y/N hissed at the alcohol’s burn as another voice sounded out.

“Someone can handle her alcohol,” Jin said teasingly, ruffling Y/N’s hair as he and Namjoon arrived.

“I did this practically everyday in the city,” Y/N huffed, batting her hands as Namjoon snorted.

“I pity your liver,” Namjoon said sympathetically.

“Where’s Chaeri?” Y/N asked to which Jin only shrugged.

“She’s at home, helping her mom cook for the big celebration. She’ll meet us here in about an hour or so,” Jin replied.

Before he could continue, a familiar voice called his name.

Jin turned around, smiling as Yoongi came into view.

“Ah, Yoongi great timing,” Jin smiled, slinging an arm around the boy.

“Stop touching me,” Yoongi whined, although he made no move to push Jin away.

“This is Y/N, our friend when we were kids,” Hobi introduced, pointing to Y/N who waved.

Immediately, Yoongi’s face burned red. “Ah, yeah. We’ve met.”

Y/N’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, you remember?”

“I’m really sorry for last week,” Yoongi apologized, shyly giving Y/N his gummy smile. “I was in a, uh, really bad place,”

“That Ji-eun girl was a bitch for doing that to you, by the way,” Y/N snorted. “Did you talk to her the next morning?”

“Ah, no. I figured she didn’t deserve a chance to explain,” Yoongi shrugged as Namjoon gaped.

“What exactly happened?”

“Ah, he was, uh—pretty drunk,”

“An understatement. I sobbed on her and thought she was Ji-eun,” Yoongi winced, making the rest of their company laugh. “If it wasn’t for Taehyung, I probably would have sobbed on her all night.”

At the mention of the forbidden name, Y/N tensed.

Immediately, a feeling of sadness and longing passed through her—one whole week without something she got so used to.

“Oh, yeah, which reminds me,” Hobi piped up. “I would’ve thought you’d be with Taehyung now. You guys have been working together for the past weeks right?”

Yoongi nodded along, hands grabbing at the beer bottles appearing at the bar behind Y/N.

“He only ever talked about you, actually.” Jin snorted. “It got pretty annoying,”

Jungkook and Jimin suddenly appeared, presenting Y/N with a topic change.

She cleared her throat and smiled, gesturing at the two.

“These are my friends from the city, by the way. Jungkook and Jimin, these are Jin, Hobi, Yoongi and Namjoon.”

After a brief introduction, the group immediately dabbled into different topics before settling on the festa itself.

“So, what other things happens during the summer festa aside from parties where everyone gets wasted?” Jimin asked, supporting on a red-faced Jungkook who was coerced by Jin to take three consecutive shots.

“Well,” Hobi trailed off, trying to recall the events.

“There’s a horse racing track in two hours, Yoongi’s going to join,” Namjoon recalled.

“Oh, you’ve been drinking, though?” Jungkook slurred, pointing at Yoongi.

“Will you be okay?”

Yoongi only snorted, waving nonchalantly.

“That means he’ll be okay.” Jin translated, to which Yoongi replied with a two thumbs-ups.

“Oh, and bull-riding on old Hellraiser happening in like 30-minutes at the rodeo house.” Hobi supplied, turning to Y/N. “Did you wish Tae a good luck today?”

Y/N tilted her head, mind practically floating at the mention of talking to Taehyung again.

“Ah, I haven’t exactly had the time to talk to him recently,” Y/N shook her head.

“Well, you should,” Yoongi snorted, taking another swig from the bottle in his hands. “He’ll need all the luck he can get.”

“Why?”

Namjoon, Jin, Hobi and Yoongi exchanged confused looks before Hobi furrowed his eyebrows at Y/N.

“You don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?”

“Hellraiser is the bull. It’s an annual festa thing for men brave enough to try riding her,” Namjoon said.

“Then it’s probably fun,” Jimin supplied to which Jin shook his head.

“Not really. Hellraiser is named that because she’s too tough to ride. She’s sent a lot of riders to  the hospital, that bull,” Yoongi shook his head.

“The longest anyone ever rode her was…” Hobi trailed off, looking at Namjoon.

“3.8 seconds.” Namjoon supplied. “That was Mr. Han—three years ago. He was sent to the hospital, he couldn’t move until about six weeks in. Took a week knocked out and multiple critical injuries—it was painful to watch,”

“Scary,” Jungkook commented.

Y/N shushed the tipsy boy before furrowing her eyebrows, heart racing a mile a minute.

“So, Hellraiser is a murder bull in-the-making,” Y/N said. “What’s that got to do with Taehyung?”

Everyone was silent before Yoongi raised his hand.

“No, yeah, I’ll tell her.” Yoongi shook his head, muttering about ‘cowards.’ “Taehyung’s having a go at Hellraiser in about thirty minutes.”

At this, Y/N froze.

This bull—Hellraiser—sent a grown-ass man to the hospital in a one-week coma and multiple critical injuries that took five more weeks for him to be able to move again.

This bull was going to hold Taehyung’s fate in half an hour.

She wasn’t exactly sure if she was ready to see Taehyung in the hospital. She can’t.

They said they we going to talk about what happened at the barn. She had to ask him why he didn’t even talk to her this week or why he left her that day, or—

“Y/N,” Hobi sighed.

Y/N flinched in her chair, gulping as she turned to Hobi who sighed as he held her shoulders.

“I can see you’re nervous about this. Go to him before he goes on,” Hobi reassured.

“I have to go,” Y/N agreed with a nod, her eyes quickly sweeping over her peers.

She shot out of her seat, barely registering Jungkook and Jimin bid swift farewells to their table-mates before following her trail.

She didn’t care—her gaze was directly set on one location and one location only: The Rodeo House.

Suddenly, the subtle red poster on the doors with the big black bull and the words “Hellraiser” on the front wasn’t so subtle anymore.

Y/N burst through the doors in anger, taking a sharp corner into the door labelled Challenger’s Lounge.

The inside was wide.

All around her were white walls, buffet tables, large televisions showing the arena outside and people wandering about as they waiting for their own respective challenges with their friends and family.

But none of this mattered to Y/N—No.

All she could see was the tall raven-haired male all decked out in denim by the television, crossing his arms and tapping his foot as he looked up at the live broadcast from outside.

This was a sight she could remember perfectly—it was what he wore when she first met him outside the pub.

Exactly in the same position.

She noticed his unruly hair that normally would’ve inserted some pretty sinful thoughts in her brain, and how we bit his lips and nipped at his nails in nervousness—a habit he usually did when Y/N went too fast while horse-riding, or how he raised his eyebrow slightly at every interesting thing he could see in the television.

Normally, Y/N would stop and Kim Taehyung in all his glory and she almost did—but her anger won in the end.

“Kim Taehyung!”

The said boy flinched, turning around with his mouth wide-open in surprise as he saw her.

Y/N looked so out of place around the plaids, leather and denim people sported all around her—she was decked in a flowy white dress and her hair was pinned back.

She looked so innocent, so delicate and gentle, but the anger in her face told Taehyung otherwise.

“What the actual fuck?”

“What?” Taehyung asked, ignoring the curious gazes casted on them

He grew even more confused as the girl marched towards her.

“A murderous bull? You’re going to ride a murderous bull?” Y/N seethed. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Technically, Hellraiser hasn’t murdered anyone yet,” Taehyung supplied. “Just critically injured. You know, maiming.”

“Is that supposed to be better?” Y/N hissed.

Taehyung shrugged, crossing his arms with a frown.

“Well, no, but I gotta.” Taehyung supplied.

“Why?”

“I just gotta,” Taehyung said, crossing his arms again. “If I could actually get to ride that bull for more than 3.8 seconds, It’d be really big for me,”

“How—“ Y/N started, but shook her head in exasperation. “You know what?”

“What?”

“If you do this, I’ll never speak to you again,” Y/N said, her voice firm. “Taehyung, please. Don’t get on that bull.”

Taehyung uncroseed his arms, his eyes turning soft.

“Y/N—“ He gently whispered, reaching out to her.

His eyes flitted over to the door as it opened once more to reveal Jungkook.

“Oh, Y/N! I finally found you,” Jungkook said, walking forward. “Been looking all over for you. Jimin, she’s here!”

Taehyung’s gaze immediately hardened, confusing Y/N.

He cleared his throat before stuffing his hands inside his pockets.

He turned and trailed his gaze back to the televisions, his voice low as he spoke.

“I’ve lived 24 years without you, I think I’ll be fine.”

Hurt danced in Y/N’s eyes as she slowly backed away.

“I’ll never speak to you again,” she nodded solemnly.

Taehyung could only look at her as she took Jungkook and Jimin with her and walked out of the lounge.

“Taehyung, it’s time,”

He had more things to worry about.

It was a few hours later when Y/N sat alone on a log in front of a campfire.

Jimin and Jungkook were long gone, talking about the time and how it’s late.

But she didn’t want to go home—not yet.

So here she was, a few feet from her barn alone and staring at a campfire without her friends.

A few footsteps told her there was someone coming.

She couldn’t really find it in her to care.

The figure took a seat beside her and cleared his throat.

“Hey,”

It was Taehyung.

Silly, denim-wearing, tall as fuck, messy-haired Kim Taehyung.

“I, uh, stayed on the bull for 5 seconds,” Taehyung shared, biting his lip as he also stared into the fire. “I fell, but nothing bad happened. A little sore,”

Y/N only hummed, still gazing into the hot flame.

After a few minutes of silence, Taehyung huffed and stood up.

“Alright, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N replied blankly, her eyes still trained on the fire.

-“I don’t understand,” Taehyung angrily said, his eyes glaring onto Y/N from his position. “Why are you ignoring me?”

Y/N only stayed silent.

“Why didn’t you want me to ride that bull?”

Y/N clenched her teeth, her eyes firm on its spot as she gazed at the burning fire.

“Why—“

“Because I like you!” Y/N exploded, her eyes wide in anger as she turned to Taehyung. “Because I don’t want to see you get hurt,”

“Why?”

“Should there be any reason why?” Y/N replied as Taehyung gaped at her, silent in her spot.

Y/N squirmed in her chair, sighing in exasperation as she shook her head.

“Let’s just watch this fire.”

There was a few minutes of silence between the two.

Taehyung turned his head to look at Y/N, who looked back at him. “Stop,”

He sighed and gazed back at the fire, slowly turning his head to stare back at her.

“I said stop.” Y/N hissed. “Just stop, I want you to stop,”

Taehyung sighed angrily and stomped off, leaving Y/N in her lonesome.

It was expected. She expected that.

She wanted to sit there and think, but she never got the chance to.

Just as quick as he left, Taehyung marched back to the campfire—his sleeves rolled up and arms bulging in strain as he carried two buckets full of water in his arms.

Y/N turned to him, her eyes wide in alarm as he approached.

“Taehyung, what are you—“

Not replying, Taehyung stopped next to her and dumped both buckets of water on the campfire.

Y/N could only look at him in shock as he panted in frustration, turning back at the girl.

“Will you talk to me now?”

“What the fuck do you want from me, Taehyung?” Y/N screeched, slamming a hand on his chest.

“I want you to talk to me.”

“You want me to talk to you? Fine. Let’s talk.” Y/N hissed, slamming a hand once more on his chest. “Why did you leave me that day, huh? Why did you leave me for a fucking week blank?”

“You tell me,” Taehyung glared back at Y/N, who only smiled angrily.

“No, I’m asking the questions. You wanted to talk—now, give me an answer.” Y/N sighed, sitting back on the log. “You’re a good guy, Tae. I believe you’re a good guy. I believe you won’t just turn back and leave me for dead,”

“Why?”

“Because if you weren’t you wouldn’t be here trying to ask me to talk to you.”

Taehyung sighed, sitting down next to her.

Silently, Y/N shook her head. “I like you. You’re a good guy, you’re a good friend.”

Just when it was all good, it spiraled back into a huge ball of disaster.

“Just a friend?” Taehyung scoffed. “Right. I should have known.”

He stood up with angrily, muttering the same sentence all over again. “I should have known,”

“See, this is what’s wrong with you!” Y/N angrily said, standing back up as she screamed at Taehyung’s back. “You’re making me so confused! Just a friend—this is bullshit.”

“You’re the one who said it,” Taehyung argued, but his words fell on deaf ears.

“Why did you kiss me that day, huh? What, you just wanted a good fuck that day? Were you angry you never got to do it, huh?” Y/N hissed.

Taehung raised his eyebrows, scoffing in disbelief.

“You’re one to talk. Who’s been dangling her city friend all around the fucking town, huh?” Taehyung replied.

“Dangling?” Y/N angrily laughed. “You’re the one who hasn’t talked to me in a week, you fucking asshole. You don’t get the right to talk about my friend like that.”

“Wow, you’re really up his ass, huh.” Taehyung shook his head. “Is his dick really that good, huh?”

At this, Y/N stopped.

His what now?

Taehyung might have been clever and charming—but his ass was definitely oblivious.

If he just thought for a second, he’d realize that Jungkook was as straight as a bendy straw.

Still, she couldn’t stop the word that spilled out her mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Fucking Jungkook is so fucking good, I couldn’t fucking walk for a week straight,” Y/N hissed, enjoying the way Taehyung’s expression progressively got angrier and angrier. “Fucking him would probably be a million fucking times better than your sorry ass.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung angrily growled.

“Yeah,” Y/N replied.

“We’ll see about that,” Taehyung gruffed, stepping forward and crashing his lips on hers.

Y/N’s response was immediate.

Her lips meshed with his so perfectly as she melted against his body, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Taehyung pressed closer deepening the kiss before Y/N pulled away.

“You know what? Fuck you, Taehyung,” She hissed before falling down on her knees.

“Oh, I will,” Taehyung smirked as watched Y/N reach for his leather belt.

As the girl cussed at him, she pulled the belt away and agressively pulled his pants down.

He was well-endowed. He wasn’t too thick, just the right size for Y/N’s hand, but he was long.

He wasn’t hard yet, but he was getting there.

Y/N almost hesitated and wondered if he would fit in her mouth as she placed a tentative lick on the tip.

Taehyung drew in a breath, his hands reaching to tangle in her hair.

Fuck it, Y/N thought before enclosing the tip with her mouth and sucking.

“Just like a fucking lollipop,” Taehyung guided as Y/N made her way down on him.

He was too long. What she couldn’t reach, she used her mouth.

“Fuck,” Taehyung hissed, groaning as he threw his head back.

Y/N pulled away and licked the underside of his shaft, sighing as she regained her breath.

Taehyung shuddered as Y/N’s thumb brushed over his bulbous head.

“You’re so fucking big,” Y/N moaned as she pumped him.

Taehyung could only look down at her with a smirk.

“Bigger than Jungkook?” Taehyung asked with a smirk making the girl roll her eyes.

Trying not to feed into his ego, Y/N descended back on him—going as deep as she can go.

Her hand reached up to fondle his balls, grunting in effort as she shifted back and forth on him.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking good at this,” Taehung groaned, his hands tightening in her hair.

He gave tiny thrusts that only increased his pleasure ten-fold.

“Feels so fucking good,” Taehyung hissed out, throwing his head back. “I can’t wait to feel you, shit. I’m going to fuck you so hard,”

Taehyung could swear, as he looked back down to the girl on her knees with him in her mouth, that this was probably the most beautiful sight he’d ever see.

Y/N whined in her spot, feeling her panties grow damp at Taehyung’s words.

She reached down and lightly rubbed at her crotch—aiming for a small sense of relief.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung hissed, looking down and catching Y/N palming herself.

Y/N moaned lightly, and Taehyung can feel it as Y/N shoved him deeper down her throat.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” Taehyung groaned out. “I’m almost there, I’m cumming.”

At his words, Y/N swallowed around his dick.

This was his last straw. Taehyung threw his head back as he released his load on her.

Y/N opened her mouth, letting him fill her mouth with his essence.

When Taehyung climbed down from his high, he looked down to see Y/N pull herself away from him and swallowing.

Somehow, this got him going more than the actual blowjob.

“Taehyung,” Y/N started, staring up at him from her position.

She was a mess—his mess, he thought.

She was still on her knees, her hand still holding him as she looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes. Her lip gloss smudged around her mouth and her hair was totally mussed around.

“Taehyung,” she repeated. “I-I need you.”

His eyes shifted towards her family’s barn a few feet away, smirking.

Seems like he’ll get to fuck her there after all.

The moment they entered the barn, Taehyung shoved Y/N against the closed door and immediately went for her neck.

Y/N could only groan loudly as his hand shot up to fondle her breasts over her dress.

“Taehyung,” Y/N groaned, making Taehyung close his eyes with a groan.

Right there and then, he could die happily hearing her gentle voice say his name in the dirtiest manner.

Taehyung pulled away after he satisfied himself with a couple marks on her neck, moving to nip at her jaw and place another rough kiss on her lips.

“All mine, all mine,”

Y/N only whimpered, her head hitting the wooden door as she tilted it back.

Taehyung’s fingers made quick work of the zipper behind her dress, harshly pulling it off of her and somewhere on the barn.

As soon as Y/N heard the soft thud of her dress, she straightened her head up and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Tae, that’s Gucci—“

“Shut the fuck up,” Taehyung growled, pulling down the cups of her bra and attaching his lips onto her right nipple.

“Oh my god,” Y/N can only moan, closing her eyes as she heaved.

With a nibble, Taehyung pulled away. “All of this is fucking mine, make sure your city friends know that.”

“They will, they do,” Y/N breathed out in a whine as Taehyung returned to fondling and sucking on her breasts.

Y/N gasped as she felt him hard on her again, hips pressing roughly on hers.

“Take it off,” Y/N breathed, her hands underneath his denim jacket and tugging on his white shirt.

Taehyung made quick movements.

He barely registered his jacket and his shirt hitting the ground behind him as he felt Y/N’s hand fondle him.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, making the girl whine.

“Tae, please,”

Taehyung hissed, dragging her body away from the floor and harshly bending her over the fence of an empty stable.

His hand landed a sharp smack on her ass, making her grip the metal railings she leaned on.

“Taehyung, please,” Y/N whined, her head lolling forward.

“You’re so wet,” Taehyung said, rubbing his finger over the damp patch on her panties. “Who did this?”

“You did,”

“I didn’t hear it,” Taehyung quipped, landing another harsh smack on her ass. “Who did?”

“You did,” Y/N moaned louder, whining as Taehyung delivered another sharp smack. “You did, you did,”

Satisfied, Taehyung smirked and gripped her thin panties—ripping the delicate lace apart.

Y/N was so lost in a haze of lust that she didn’t even notice.

After a brief moment of anticipation, Taehyung placed his thumb of her hooded clit.

He took pleasure in the way Y/N inhaled a sharp breath, lowering her head down and releasing a high-pitched whine.

He played with her, rubbing her clit at a torturously slow pace and fingers itching closer to her slit but never dipping in.

“Taehyung, touch me please,” Y/N whimpered.

“What do you want?” Taehyung asked, eyes light with mischief.

“Stick your fingers in me,” Y/N whined.

“Whatever you want, princess,”

With two fingers, Taehyung eased his fingers inside her warmth.

He didn’t start slow, no. He set a fast, rhythmic pace that had Y/N quaking.

He let his thumb continue its assault on her clit, his other hand securely gripping her waist.

Y/N shuddered on her spot, eyes closed as she thrusted her hips on his hands.

At that moment, he could swear that she looked like a goddess.

As Y/N clenched on him, he abruptly pulled away.

Y/N let out a high-pitched whine turning her head to see a smirking Taehyung.

“What the fuck?”

“I said I was going to fuck you real good, Y/N,” Taehyung said, turning her around. “I intend to stick to it.”

Y/N shuddered once more, readjusting her grip on the fence as Taehyung massaged her waist.

“I’d love to taste you, but next time,” Taehyung sighed, positioning himself in her entrance before stopping. “I, uh, just realized I don’t have a condom,”

“Taehyung, I’m on the pill,”

“Good,” Taehyung sighed in relief. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,”

Before Y/N could let out a retort, Taehyung thrusted in.

Y/N released out a loud moan, her head falling down limply as Taehyung thrusted in and out on a rough pace.

“Holy shit, you feel so amazing,” Taehyung muttered as he smoothed his hands on her back. “You feel so perfect,”

“Tae, Tae,” Y/N only whimpered as Taehyung thrusted harder.

Y/n’s body shook everytime their hips met, her moans getting louder and louder.

“Scream for me,” Taehyung huffed, “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good,”

“Tae, please, harder!” Y/N almost cried.

Y/N whimpered, her hands reaching back to lay on Taehyung. “Please, please. I’m gonna cum.”

At her words, Taehyung slipped out of her and picked her up.

“Taehyung, wha—“

He set her down on her back, gazing at her as she lied on the table.

“Tae?”

He pulled her closer, prying her legs open as he hissed.

“You’re so fucking hot,” He muttered before plunging back in on a different angle.

Y/N could almost scream, throwing her head back in pleasure.

Taehyung’s tanned skin was covered in sweat by this point as he grunted and panted with every thrust.

The barn was filled with nothing but moans groans, and the sound of their hips slapping against each other at every single thrust.

After one particularly hard thrust, Taehyung fixed his grip on Y/N’s leg—hitting a particularly deep angle.

His hand reached down to press over Y/N’s lower stomach, smirking as a bulge appeared at every thrust.

Y/N whined, a whole new plethora of pleasure clouding her brain.

“I-I’’m—“

“Are you going to cum?” Taehyung asked mischievously as he thrusted harder and faster.

“Yes, yes. God, yes.”

“Hold it,”

Taehyung groaned in effort, each rough thrust losing rhythm.

“Please, please, please,” Y/N whimpered, her hand reaching down to grasp over Taehyung’s please.

“With me,” Taehyung said through gritted teeth. “Now,”

As soon as she felt Taehyung explode inside of her, Y/N allowed herself to indulge in pure euphoria—his name falling off of her lips in a loud prayer-like chant.

All she could see was white. All she could feel was his shallow thrusts inside of her as he filled her up.

Taehyung kept thrusting as both of them, letting out silent moans and groans as he rode down their highs.

Y/N breathed out, completely spent as she climbed down from her orgasm, turning slightly to Taehyung with a smile.

“Hi,” she muttered, to which the boy only replied with a grin.

“Hi,” Taehyung replied, still hovering above her and tucked a lock of hair beneath her ear.

He leaned his forehead on hers as she giggled, raking a hand through his hair.

“What… exactly is this, Taehyung?” Y/N asked.

Taehyung hummed.

“Is this just for like one night? A spur of the moment thing or—“

Taehyung smiled.

“If it isn’t obvious yet, I really like you too,” Taehyung said. “Fuck you were so cute that day, when I saw you when Yoongi was crying on you,”

Y/N chuckled as Taehyung laid his head on her chest. “And those weeks at the barn, I was really nervous to spend so much time with you,”

“Is that why you were so mean to me?”

“Aren’t city boys mean to the girls they like?” Taehyung asked, hands roaming her sides in a loving caress. “I thought I was too late because of Jungkook,”

“You-You do know Jungkook doesn’t like me, right?” Y/N giggled as Taehyung buried his head in her neck again, laying little nibbles here and there. “He likes Jimin,”

Taehyung froze and raised his head.

“Wait, what?”

Y/N laughed at his stupefied gaze, throwing her head back in amusement.

“But… all those things you said about fucking him was—“

“Not true,” Y/N shook her head. “He’s gay, Taehyung. He’s always liked Jimin. I think Jimin likes him, too.”

Taehyung frowned, his hands caressing Y/N’s waist.

“So, you don’t like him?”

“Of course, not. Not like that,” Y/N shook her head, reaching up and laughing. “The way you got so riled up when I told you I fucked him, though. You were so—“

Taehyung leaned forward, crashing his lips on hers once more.

Y/N inhaled sharply, her hand climbing up to lightly rake on his back as she arched hers.

She could feel him harden against her hips once more.

“You need to learn how to shut your fucking mouth, baby.” Taehung mumbled lowly against her lips.

Y/N smirked, tilted her head as she felt Taehyung adjust himself to her entrance once more.

“Make me, country boy,”

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Vinyl’s - Monroe

Pairing: Monroe x Reader

Characters: Monroe

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Are requests open? If so, I noticed you have an empty link for Grimm on your master list so could I request a Monroe x Reader? Just something fluffy, like maybe the reader owns a Vinyl record shop and they meet in it and bond over vintage stuff like Monroe's clocks and vinyl’s?? 'Roe just gives me soft vintage vibes I guess.”

Word Count: 760

Author: Hannah

Pretty much everyone had a hobby, whether that was a sport or some form of craft or just something they enjoyed doing.

From when you were little, you’d loved vinyl’s, your father had collected them, and it had become a daily occurrence to listen to at least two or three out of his collection.

When you were old enough, you’d decided to open up a vinyl store, it was only small, but you loved it to absolute pieces.

Your father had always encouraged you to open your own shop and when he unfortunately passed away, you’d added a portrait of him to a wall in the shop to always remind you of who’d been your inspiration.

Throughout the years you’d obviously had many different customers, but you got to know your regulars. Recently you’d noticed a man with shaggy brown hair and a beard be a somewhat frequent visitor to your shop.

He didn’t always buy a record, more often than not he spent a long while browsing and occasionally listen to a few.

He’d introduced himself as Monroe one day when he’d decided to buy something, and that name flashed through your mind more than a few times each day.

On Monday he’d been in in the morning, you were still half asleep but offered him a smile when he came in.

On Tuesday he was in just gone noon, shooting a smile your way and he noticed the takeaway cup of coffee you had next to you from just down the road.

On Wednesday just before noon he walked in holding a cup of coffee from the place you frequented and so you lifted your own cup by way of a greeting – he smiled very sweetly in response.

On Thursday he didn’t come in until an hour before closing, but when he did, he brought you a cup of coffee along with his own. Of course, you’d questioned how he knew your order, he simply shrugged and told you it was a guess.

On Friday he’d come again in the morning, holding a cup of the takeaway coffee and a paper bag in his hand. He’d come over to you to say good morning and simply handed you both the cup and the paper bag, inside was a pastry that you loved and he just told you that you needed to eat breakfast – how did he know you often forgot?

Then it had gotten to Saturday and you had to admit it to yourself that you kept glancing to the door every few minutes to see if he was coming in.

Your thoughts of him were answered just before you were going for lunch, he walked in with the small bell above the door announcing his arrival.

“Afternoon Y/N,” he greeted with a smile but then faltered when he saw you were about to grab your bag. “I’ve not come at a bad time, have I?”

You shook your head, smiling back at him. “Not at all, I was just going to go for some lunch,” you answered and then an idea came to mind. “Would you like to join me?”

He seemed surprised at your question but quickly recovered as he nodded in agreement. “I’d love to, I know a great pub not far from your beloved coffee shop.”

“Oh, you must know me so well,” you commented with a laugh as you both walked out of the door with you locking up afterwards.

“I can’t deny that you’re the main reason I come into your store every day,” he told you somewhat nervously and you couldn’t quite believe what he was saying.

You tried to fight the blush rising to your cheeks, but you didn’t quite manage it. “So, you don’t come for my great selection of vinyl’s then?”

Laughing he shook his head. “Whilst they are a great selection Y/N, I do find myself wanting to see you instead.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock which caused Monroe to chuckle to himself.

“Is that a surprise?” he questioned, failing to keep the humour from his tone.

“I can’t honestly say that I’ve ever been hit on by a regular, let alone basically asked out by one,” you knew he hadn’t quite asked you out, but you were hoping you could hint at him.

A smile crossed his face at your words. “Well, if it’s a first for you then why don’t we turn this lunch trip into a lunch date?”

He offered you his arm and you took it with a smile. “I’d love that.”

[rouiyan]

hiiiiiii. i was wondering if u could assign your moots as fanfics or tropes? love your works !

omg yes! i think my inbox has been acting up lately but i’m so glad this one came through! also to my moots: if i didn’t get you, it probably means i don’t know you all that well, feel free to hit up my dms and let’s talkkk <33

long asf so under the cut it goes!

@seeing-dreams: lori babe, something about you talking about marrying your hubby 💍 chenle all the time, so much so that the only thing i can think of is: a three-day school trip to some ski resort, and you are forced to sit on the bus with him because your best friend ditched you for her own manz which led to a slight e2l at first, but then you guys bond on the lifty things (tf are they called, like the things that take you up the mountains 🚠) and then boom, magic happens, y’all are engaged.

@orange-nimon-cross: straight up got confused for a sec bc i kept tryna type @/yunha, but here goes: you probably think imma say angst, but nahh, we going ✈️ soft hours. i’m thinking a bsf2l w sicheng, like a high school au where you guys have liked each other for forever but neither of you are willing to admit it until hmm, let’s say he’s asked to prom by someone else and (duN, dUN, DUN) he says yes because he thinks you’ll never like him back...so thus ensues a long, agonizing, period where you stop talking and (this is turning into an angst), and then finally at prom, in like the most dramatic and prolonged way, you lay your feelings straight to him and everyone’s like ö and then you’re crying bc you think it’s a mistake, oh no i’ve ruined everything, omg wtf is wrong w me, and then he kisses you :)

@moonbeamsung: hannah, so here’s the thing. i’m writing it right now. UGH. i was gonna keep this a secret until i decided to release it for sure but ‘chocolate milk’ (the renjun x reader that was supposed to be released over the past break but lol no) is for you! inspired by a bio of yours that i saw on some network where you said you wanted to live in a childhood friends to lovers au, and i manifested it, i really did, but i have no release date as of now HAHA ily.

@lebrookestore: BROOKE, YOU ALREADY KNOW, taeyong angst. i’m also writing it right now so i’m unable to give too much detail but you literally already know (since you requested it LMAO). uhh, let’s see what i can say for now: college au (someone stop me from writing college aus from here on forward), uhh ex!taeyong, uhh vodka in milk 🥛. teaser comes out this week, it’s angsty to the max (but fluff ending!)

@moonlightjeno: luna! my hands are itching to type ‘streetracer jeno au’ but i’m trying to not say something so gosh darn obvious. OMG I GOT IT. we were discussing this the other day hehe -- fantasy au (wink wonk) OMG (ok this doesn’t necessarily count as fantasy bc i’m not bouta world build in this one ask but) werewolf!jeno -- consider me dead 💀consider me deceased ⚰️, consider me to have never been birthed in the first place ❌🤰. this reminds me of this exo bbh fanfic, i read like fifteen times a long while ago, called ‘psych’ (i think the acc has deactivated since) but similarly...you’re broke and you’ll take any rental listing within a twenty minute walk to your college (college au again, when can i stop with these) and you move into the one listing that fit your budget -- but you have to room with (a very hot) roommate!jeno and all the neighbors are already telling you about his “anger issues” and how he likes to smash things around all the damn time. you find out soon enough, one horrifying night, when you walk into his room (door accidentally unlocked) to give him his idk...mail...and right before your eyes he’s shifting (full moon’s out 🌕 and all that) and in the midst, he’s like yelling at you to leave and you do, but then the next time you force him to let you stay with him and over time, he learns to control and you guys fall in love yada, yada, yada. (i really went off didn’t i? oh dear, ignore me).

@danishmiilk: xingyi, hello 👋 , it is i, ree, who you never talk to. but hear me out, babe...coffee shop au...manager!doyoung x customer!reader...in which you complain *once* about how rude the cashier (haechan) was for commenting that your order (a perfectly normal hot chocolate with extra whip cream and sprinkles) was for kiDs oNLy. mans was dragged from his office in the back and, surprisingly unsurprisingly, y’all hit it off right away -- it took only *once* for him to ask you out on a date, rendering cashier!haechan speechless and your world upturned....HAHA. negl, this plot slaps.

@jaeminzie: cel babe, this one literally radiates your energy, i am 👏 not 👏 even 👏 joking. first off, childhood au (i sense another recurring theme...oh no), you and bestfriend!jaemin (ahh, the bsf2l trope that i can never escape) have been going to the same summer camp since the two of you were little kids. as soon as you’re old enough to be camp counselors well, that’s exactly what happens. except, that’s also exactly what causes your first fight, a silly, stupid fight over who could win best camp counselor of the summer by vote of the kids. think baking competition, skipping stones at the lake, fort making, folding paper planes, anything. (yes, i have succumbed to my other overused trope: e2l). and then...an angry, filled with pent up frustrations, pillow fight that has you toppling all over him and *accidentally* brushing your lips to his nose---the rest is self-explanatory.

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phew, that’s all i can do. i have exhausted all my brainpower and perhaps an hour of my time. i bolded the important stuff because i know it’s a lot, i’m a lot, i’m very extra. i also might be using some of these because sometimes...idk man...sometimes i’m an absolute genius. thank you to the terribly endearing anon that asked for this, you are loved (by me! hehe)

[trapolina]

Odie Dressing Table, Dark Stain Oak is sleek and modern, but it's got a timeless story behind it. The range takes its inspiration from vintage sewing boxes. Nifty little side drawers are what makes this dressing table so smart. They swivel out, too, so rummaging for your favourite lipstick is a thing of the past from Made.

“Gorgeous bedside table, beautifully crafted and adds style and quality to our bedroom.” Alison

“Just love it. Friends comment on how much they love my bedside table. It’s just a beautiful piece of furniture.” Susan

“When I first saw this product I absolutely fell in love! It is such a unique look and unlike any other beside tables I had seen. It was out of stock so I waited to buy it but I am so glad I did! Very easy to assemble with clear instructions and minimal effort required. Very study once fully assembled.” Hannah

[lavenderbones22]

She Is Golden (Nikki Sixx) Chapter One

Chapter Summary: Meet Marina. 

A/N: A few days ago I posted that I had a fic. I’ve written about ten chapters but it never felt right posting it just yet. Now I feel the timing is good and I’m feeling inspired. Please let me know what you think...I love feedback. Enjoy chapter one xo

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1981

It was exactly seven at night and Bonnie was standing on the corner of a busy street on the Sunset Strip, Los Angeles. She was wearing a short black dress, the one she usually threw on before work and a thin cardigan. Thinking back, she should have put more thought into getting dressed before she left the house like this, rushing. It was cold and her curvy body was covered in goosebumps. She was waiting for Marina, her best and least punctual friend. It was nearing the beginning of her shift at the club, Bonnie began to stress.

Darting between bodies, Marina could feel the anxiety running through her body; Bonnie hated it when she ran late.

She was a two minute walk away and could already see her best friend's nearly white-blonde hair standing out amongst the crowd of dim faces. The amount of bleach that girl had used in her hair had made it almost luminescent and therefore easy for Marina to find in a crowd.

Her friend's obsession with being punctual often led Marina to seem worse off with her time management than she actually was, and also it made her feel bad. But at the end of it all the young girl had to remind herself that it was just who she was, she wasn't going to change-habitual. Personal presentation was very important to the fresh twenty-one year old, rarely leaving the house looking anything less than perfect. This was why she most often found herself behind the time.

Marina's long, dark hair blew behind her as she rushed through the crowd throwing 'excuse me's' and 'sorry's' all over the place. Reaching Bonnie with a grab of her upper arm, her friend jumped.

"Fuck, about time," her face showed relief. "Let's go!" She tugged Marina's arm and pulled her a further five minute walk down Sunset and into the club they both called work.

It never went amiss from either girl the sort of reaction they got when walking the streets of Los Angeles, also never when they actually turned into the club. Being catcalled was unfortunately just a part of each girl's daily life. Bonnie when she felt like it would yell something at the men responsible, Marina never, as she was far too shy to do something like that.

A head down and a brisk walk to wherever she was going; she'd nailed that one.

It was dark, as usual, when they entered the club. And although it was open the music was on low volume since they never really had much traffic through at this time of night.

"Marina, Bonnie!" Robert, their boss greeted the girls from the bar as they walked through, each girl waving at the balding man in his early fifties- a typical strip club owner if ever you saw one.

Robert had owned the club for ten years and often said he would die before he ever sold it. Being just a few spots down from the infamous 'Whiskey A Go Go' it meant that traffic was huge. It also mean the girls' tips were huge too.

Having reached the dressing rooms, smells of fake tan, hairspray and stale cigarette smoke filled each girls nostrils-familiarity.

"Marina, thank god you're here," one of the girls, Melissa, frantically called out at her friend and coworker. "I have a cold sore, it's disgusting...do you think you'd be able to cover it?" Running over to Marina, Melissa practically shoved her face at her. "See?"

Laughing, Marina nodded. "Easy, take a seat then I'll do your makeup first."

Having been a makeup artist for three years Marina had seen most things, cold sores were a cinch. "Do you get these often?" She asked Melissa as she worked at pushing the concealer into Melissa's sore bottom lip. The girl nodded.

"They suck and not to mention make me look like a right dirty bitch." Laughs filled the room and Marina agreed to a point, but not enough to consider Melissa a 'dirty bitch'.

Two hours later Marina was still working on the girls makeup. Three of them, including Bonnie and Melissa, were done and out dancing.

Marina had been the in house makeup artist at the Gentleman's club "Meow Meow' for two months now and was still considered the new girl in town. Bonnie was her housemate and oldest friend who had been dancing at the club for a year when Marina decided to move to Los Angeles from Massachusetts. The moment when Marina had told Bonnie the exciting news one night over a particularly long phone call three months ago, the excitable girl immediately demanded she bring her skills to the club. Unsure to begin with because it was never the sort of place Marina had imagined herself, Bonnie quickly persuaded her friend. And so, after a quick trial of only twenty minutes a few days after she arrived in tinsel town, Robert was more than happy to give Marina the job.

"Have you ever considered dancing?" Hannah, another relatively new girl, questioned Marina as she was finishing her eyeliner. Marina scoffed-remembering.

He'd been at it pretty much since she started at Meow Meow, that is, Robert 'gently' pressuring Marina to consider dancing. He always insisted that he'd had several requests every night from regulars who had seen her wandering around the club. Marina was flattered although completely unsure how she would even tackle such a thing. Dancing was never her forte and something she preferred to do in the privacy of her own bedroom.

"I gave it more than a quick though a few months ago," she began while she flicked Hannah's liner into a wing. "Robert has been begging me to for ages, I just, don't know," she sighed. "I don't think I'd be any good at it really." Although she would never admit it, Marina envied the girls on stage. How they could move their bodies with such ease, always managing to dance to the music perfectly. They looked like goddesses and most of the time, the people in the club looked at them like they were.

Marina thought that she would struggle to get out of her own head if she ever took the stage. Perhaps too worried about what people thought of her and even more so, what she thought of herself.

"You would be incredible, I think," Hannah told her. "Your body is amazing, not to mention your gorgeous long hair," Hannah ran her hand through Marina's dark mane. "And your face, babe, you'd make a killing." Marina smiled shyly, never great at taking compliments."

"Thanks, maybe one day."

One in the morning-peak hour at the club. Marina had finished touch ups ten minutes prior and was desperate for a drink, red wine. Stepping out into the main area of the club, she heard a familiar song, knowing before she looked up that it was Bonnie's dance and it always got everyone going. That girl was a dancing extraordinaire, looking like goddamn elastigirl swinging around the pole like she did. Marina never missed the looks that she got from the (mainly male) crowd, also never missing the comments that went along with them. Like when she was out walking on the street, Marina could never bring herself to confront someone-fear.

"Shiraz?" Hugh, the clubs regular barman asked Marina as she approached. Sighing, with tired elbows leaning on the bar.

"Thanks H."

"You look exhausted," Hugh commented, pouring then sliding over her wine.

"I am exhausted. Didn't sleep until three this morning." Some stupid dog down the street was barking incessantly. Hugh looked at the pretty raven haired girl sympathetically, asking what time she was on till. Telling him three-thirty she thanked him for the drink and turned in the direction of the stage. Melissa was now mesmerising the crowd with her tassel clad breasts moving about in precision. Marina always wondered how she managed to avoid getting them in knots constantly and made a mental note to ask her after the show.

It happened most nights, Marina being mistaken for one of the dancers. She supposed she could blame herself since she always had her hair and makeup done, like all the other girls. Her lips were what always stood out the most, being plump and pouty, more often than not covered in a dark pink or red. Winged eyeliner was also a must. The only thing separating them all of course being their lack of clothing and Marina's well, amount of clothing. Skinny black jeans ripped at one knee and a black ribbed crop top showing a modest amount of cleavage. Although modest in Marina's case was excessive in most other women's since she was a double d. A medium sized heel took her 5'6 height to maybe 5'7, but that was just a guess.

"Marina," Robert approached the young girl, hands on her shoulders.

An inward sigh, he was right on cue.

"Hey Robert." Having turned her body around to face her boss he had that apprehensive look he always did when he was about to ask her to dance.

"Doll, I have a favour..."

With a small chuckle and narrowed eyes, Marina looked at her boss. "Go on..." Robert pulled her aside, out of the way from eyes and ears. He never normally did that, usually just asking her right on the spot since he always knew her answer. This made her a little nervous. The feeling though, of eyes on her sourced some sort of comfort, unsure who.

"There's a group of young guys, ages with you maybe a tad older," he began. Marina's eyes darted to her right, instantly spotting the group of about six men-boys who were creating havoc on the other side of the club. They weren't middle aged creeps, for that at least she was thankful.

"Right..."

Arms crossed, waiting for Robert to actually ask her.

"One of them has requested a dance from you," he rubbed the back of his balding head knowing far too well her feelings about this, also recalling this exact conversation happening only days ago.

"Robert..." Marina sighed. "What did you tell them?"

"That I'd ask you."

Marina looked over to her right again, this time getting a better look. Most of the guys were preoccupied with Melissa on stage, or each other, but one of them was looking in her direction, right at her. She guessed he was the one asking after her and she had to admit that he was really cute.

"The one there?" She asked Robert, nudging her head in the guys direction. "Black hair?"

Robert shook his head. "No, it was a short fella, blonde hair." He was looking around for this other guy.

Marina was a little disheartened, if it had been the black haired guy she probably would have said yes. How hard could a lap dance really be? She'd given one, maybe two to her ex-boyfriend before and she thought with a shot of tequila beforehand she could pass off as a professional stripper.

"Him!" Robert exclaimed, pointing at a significantly short guy, albeit, they were both still miles taller than her. He was still cute but she preferred the other one. The taller guy had a glass, perhaps Jack Daniels, in his hand and smirked in Marina's direction. He was sexy, confident.

"What do you say?" Robert asked her. "I'll let you keep everything he gives you babe."

Tempted. There had been a dress she'd seen downtown earlier in the week that she really wanted, no needed, and perhaps this little extra money would make her feel less guilty about buying it.

"Fine."

Marina swore that Robert was about to let out a squeal of excitement upon her answer, his face displaying the most exceptional amount of joy. Finally, she had agreed to become involved in the club by doing more than just makeup. Although Robert approached her several times a week asking her to, he never even told her about half of the people that would ask after her, squirming every time he had to decline on her behalf to a half drunk stranger; so much wasted money. He almost couldn't believe that it hadn't happened before, or more so that he hadn't thought of it himself; a hot, young guy...how could she say no!?

She rolled her eyes at her boss, his arm going around her shoulders as he thanked her, kissing her on the temple and walking with her through to backstage.

All the while, their little exchange was watched closely by someone who saw the young girl as so much more than just a way to make money.

TAGLIST:  @chocolatealmondmilkshake

[bandicoot88]

My BatJokes Analysis/Discussion

I’ve missing doing a good, long discussion/analysis on games and such. I’m going to talk about the infamous sequence that takes place in ep5 in one of the routes/endings of The Enemy Within (you know which one if you’ve played it, otherwise don’t read this until you’re ready).

  I was going to briefly talk about my analysis in the description of the video of this scene, but Tumblr is still being a dick and won’t let me process any more videos yet. Plus, I can just do both, that way, you get an actual discussion, and the video too!

  P.S Gifs used aren’t all the same duration, if you wanted to use them (you’re welcome to), but they serve my purpose in aiding my discussion.

  Spoilers will be cut under the cut, so be warned!

  Watching this sequence, I was able to take away several things from it, all of which are signs of a romantic tragedy. The way I look at is what I like to call ‘the dance of death’. That’s obviously not a term I made up, but I think it’s appropriate in describing Bruce’s and Joker’s fight.

  Before, I talk about visuals, I’ll just touch on the music. While I can’t include the music in this post (just watch the video), it’s an emotional piano piece, typically not something you’d hear in a fight scene. It’s fitting for Bruce and Joker however, and here’s why.

  Scene 1:

    It’s short and minor, and I don’t know about anyone else, but I can tell you that I picked this up the first time I saw it, as opposed to re-watching it. What I’m getting from this is a scene of 2 lovers that can’t stay away from each other with those camera angles and the angry-sexual tension walking they’re both doing. It doesn’t look as if a typical brawl is about to happen, but a showdown between 2 totally different sides. Bruce and Joker are opposites of the same coin, or “the same stitch” as Joker likes to call it.

  Scene 2:

    I wasn’t going to talk about this one, because I didn’t really have anything to say on it. It’s obvious Joker has affection for Bruce, so what else could I say? However, watching Hannah’s Let’s Play of this, and this scene in particular, she does comment on the biting. At first, I shrug it off, because biting in a fight isn’t unheard of, though a little unusual, and bearing in mind, Joker is insane, so it could merely be seen a crazy act.

  But then I started thinking about it more. After the first bite, it looks as if Joker is going for another, followed by his comment towards Bruce being shy about it. It’s dangerous flirting, I got that the first time around, but what I didn’t get was the biting, followed by the “shy” and “pucker up” lines. Biting can be used in a sexual manner too, and I think that’s what this scene is doing, and Bruce doesn’t want any of it.

  Scene 3:

    Another thing I picked upon the first time around, at least part of it. The slow mo when the QTE shows, it’s like a freeze frame. Yes, scenes always slow down during QTE moments, but look at their poses. For me, it’s clear, if this was what Telltale was going for. It looks as if they’re going to embrace each other. Bruce especially has his arms stretched out a ridiculous amount. It doesn’t seem like the usual fighting pose, but an act you might do with someone you want to save, and/or hesitant fighting with someone you’re close to. It’s full on anger with that person, but you don’t want it to be. It’s an emotional rollercoaster when one is fighting like this with someone they love, because you don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re so pissed off with that person that you just want to throw them off a cliff, while also thinking how much you can’t let go of them.

  The thing I didn’t pick up on as quickly is what Bruce is doing exactly. Yes it looks like an embrace, but why? I feel that what I just said is proof that I’m right, because look at Joker’s right leg, and where it ends up. Bruce could not have known that Joker was gonna kick him, so instead of a body, Bruce ends up with a leg. It’s a weird fight scene moment that one grabs a leg like that.

  Scene 4:

    I covered this gif a little with the parallel I think it goes to, which is the making out scene with Joker and Harley. Might be a bit of a long stretch, but this game does have a good amount of Bruce and Joker parallels, and given the context of this fight scene being a romantic tragedy, it’s only fitting. It almost feels unnecessary that Bruce decided to go with that, but we could say it’s merely a fighting move he chose to do, which is entirely possible, but at the same time, a little bit sexual. Just a little.

  Scene 5:

    Bruce’s expression here is pure pain. Whether you decide to punch Joker or not, this scene is still the same. Joker starts laughing and Bruce appears sad/hurt. Not much to say on this.

  Scene 6:

    It’s not nice to see, but here’s a late discovery for me. I wasn’t actually aware what erratic meant, only that it probably meant the stopping of the heart. So I looked up its definition, and potential causes for an erratic heart. What I found was pretty interesting, and again, if it’s what Telltale was going for, it’s subtle, but it’s there.

  Both have just been stabbing and punching each other, so it’s no surprise if one passes out, but the way Joker’s eyes go, and his struggle to breathe, it got me thinking more. He didn’t pass out before, he passed out laughing at Bruce and commenting on his face. So, what is happening?

  Definition of an erratic heart:

  "Arrhythmia" means your heartbeat is irregular. It doesn't necessarily mean your heart is beating too fast or too slow. ... It may feel like your heart skipped a beat, added a beat, is "fluttering," or is beating too fast (which doctors call tachycardia) or too slow (called bradycardia).

  Skipping a beat. Fluttering. Well then...

  He’s not having an heart attack, and he doesn’t have a heart problem as such (except a broken one), and I doubt he’s a heavy drinker. I think what Joker had was an sensation of being overwhelmed, like an anxiety or panic attack, but worse. At a glance, we’re all going “OH GOD IS HE DEAD!?”, and while yes, I think he would have died had Bruce not saved him, I don’t think it’s because of the beating he’s received, but more of his relationship with Bruce. I believe that’s what’s happening.

  Scene 7:

    In the process of reviving Joker, Bruce is distraught. As Batman or Bruce, when a person dies, he’s obviously sad/angry, but he doesn’t show personal sadness towards strangers. Think of when he found Alfred collapsed on the floor. It’s a similar situation when it comes to emotions. Bruce clearly cares for John at least as a friend.

  Scene 8:

    Bruce is very relieved that Joker is alive, forming a half smile. Again, not a thing he would do with a stranger.

  Scene 9:

    Look at their arms/hands. Now imagine them closer together. It’s way too convenient that they just happen to be lying like that. It’s a tragic ending of what could have been. It also reminds me of this Tumblr post about the Batman comic “Endgame”, where Batman and Joker are lying in a pool of blood that’s the shape of a heart, and I know Telltale have made other Batman references from other media, so wouldn’t surprise me if this was inspired from that.

  I don’t think I have anything else to say, only that for me, while this was the “bad” ending, it was better in terms of content, though my original ending was with Vigilante Joker. It’s kinda weird that by going down the “straight route” as some of you called it, you end up with more BatJokes than the “gay route”. It’s almost sneaky on Telltale’s part for those that didn’t see it that way, and after watching this scene, they’ll be some people that haven’t seen what I’ve seen. Hope you’ve enjoyed this.

[seacafes]

disney channel is going downhill: a rant.

    Growing up in the early 2000s, I feel as though as a child, I witnessed the peak of Disney Channel entertainment. Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, and That’s So Raven were just a few of the wonderfully relatable and entertaining shows I watched as a kid.  The shows that Disney channel used to play tackled feminism, racism, body positivity, and had very diverse casts. The Disney Channel of the early 2000s sent some very positive messages to its young viewers long before we were old enough to understand how much we needed them. While a few newer kids shows may have some positive lessons or anecdotes in their episodes, the older shows seemed to more actively seek out opportunities to enlighten young audiences about what it means to be strong, well-rounded, and confident, no matter what their situation may be.

    Back then, we had “That’s So Raven”, that not only featured a black female lead who was as bold as she was hilarious, was also unafraid to tackle issues like body shaming and racism in ways that felt natural. Raven taught us that people come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and that we’re all beautiful. This shows in Season 2 Episode 8 of the show, released in April 2004, where Raven is excited over a vision of herself modeling her own clothes for a fashion show, until the magazine that sponsors it photoshops someone else's body over hers. Her body has been altered, and she appears much thinner than she really is. She is upset that her own body was not used, and also that the head of the agency only believes that there is only one look for all models. The fashion show director didn’t want Raven to model because she thought she was “plus size.”, and that apparently wasn’t good enough. In the end Raven  stands up for herself and proves that it’s what’s on the inside that really counts, not the outside.

    The channel also had a similar episode on Season 2 Episode 34 of the show the Suite Life of Zack and Cody, released in March 2007, where London and Maddie get insulted by Francesca (one of London's rich friends) while trying on clothes for a fashion show that they would both be participating in and then, after taking what she said and looking at themselves in a mirror that distorts their images (which can be seen as a reference to body dysmorphic disorder), both London and Maddie decide that they need to handle their weight issues before participating in a fashion show. London vows to lose weight and Maddie decides she must eat more to avoid being underweight. After London starves herself to the point of dizziness, while doing continuous laps around the hotel lobby, and Maddie has eaten several fast food burgers in a single day, the two prepare for the show, though as a result of their extreme methods, they both mess up their chance on stage. Afterwards, they discover that even London’s “perfect friend” Francesca has been stuffing her bra. This causes the two girls to agree that they are perfect the way they are, because nobody's perfect, saying, ‘What were we thinking? We were starving and stuffing ourselves, and we didn’t even need to do it. We should just be happy with the way we look. Next time one of your snarky friends makes a comment, let’s remind ourselves that we are perfect just the way we are.”

    Along with tackling physical issues, Disney Channel had shows and movies with strong leading roles played by women like Kim Possible and Wendy Woo from "Wendy Woo Homecoming Warrior" that taught us that girls can be tough and powerful too. Lizzie McGuire was so feminist that "subtle" isn't even an appropriate adjective. The show regularly dealt with the pressures of gender stereotypes, while exploring exactly what it meant to be a young woman exploring her identity.. It had Alex Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place, a character full of confidence, smarts, and wit, who constantly surpassed the low expectations that society had set for her in the show. Her deep exploration of her identity could get pretty inspiring. Kim Possible taught some important feminist life lessons by teaching young women that it's totally cool to be a sassy overachiever, and you don’t have to be a man to be a hero.

    All of these shows show that even though things might not be so good right now, everything will be okay in the end. They taught us how to react in certain situations, and how to handle the really hard ones. I still think back to episodes from my childhood when I find myself in a situation similar to one that I saw in one of my beloved shows, and because of them, I know what to do to make everything okay, or at least easier.

    In the early 2000s, it felt as though disney were ahead of their time. Many people like to claim, and I agree, that 2010 was when everything began to go downhill. In Season 1 Episode 7 of the show Shake it Up released in December 2010, the two main character’s Rocky and CeCe attend a party, where they are serving food to the supermodel guests. While serving, a supermodel approaches them and says, “You are adorable! I could just eat you guys up. You know- if I ate.” And goes on to laugh with her entourage. Former Disney Star Demi Lovato, who had left her own show “Sonny With A Chance” to deal with her own struggles with an eating disorder, tweeted about the joke, “I find it really funny how a company can lose one of their actresses from the pressures of an eating disorder and yet still make joke about that very disease,” Demi noted at the time, referencing her own very public battle with the disease. She also asked, “What are we promoting here? #notfunnyATALL.” This episode was a sad thing to see, seeing as in the past, we had Raven Baxter, London Tipton, and Maddie Fitzpatrick teaching us that jokes like that were not okay. That same year, in Season 1 Episode 9 of So Random!, more eating disorder jokes were said. In one of the sketches, a girl has her boyfriend meeting her family for the first time. She tells them, “Angus only eats one full meal a week ask him why” to which Angus replies, “My agents always on me about looking my best. She says to me “Ang-y, if you eat too many carbs, you won’t get the jobs. And I said “I knooow”.” But that’s not all! In an episode of Dog with a Blog (which, yes, is about a talking dog who runs a blog), the mother says, “I've been bitten, scratched, mauled, and puked on. And only one of those was self inflicted." implying that she made herself throw up, making light of the eating disorder, bulimia. If you didn’t think it could get worse- you’re in for a surprise! In an episode of the show Jessie, a character in a Zebra costume can be seen running away from a zebra. The zebra ends up catching him, and one of the kids witnessing the attack calmly states, “dressed like that, you were asking for it.” Why was that comment needed on a children’s show, Disney? What message are you trying to portray there? That if you dress a certain way, you’re “asking for it”? I don’t think so.

    Nowadays, the shows are filled with fake jokes and contrived situations that no one can believe or relate to. The kids in the shows wear tons of makeup and layers upon layers of fancy clothes. Miley Stewart only wore lots of makeup when she was performing as Hannah Montana. Even Sharpay Evans of East High had all the glitz and glam, but she wasn't over the top with makeup and her clothes.Why are the kids in shows like "Liv and Maddie" and "Jessie" dressing like adults and acting like they have real world adult problems; it seems like they've just skipped over their innocent childhood years.

    Along with continuously being problematic and lacking real lessons for the audience to learn, current Disney Channel shows also lack substance. Every show is the same! Looking at the shows now, the actors & actresses look more materialistic and over the top. The channel now has unrealistic storylines, where as the shows in the 2000’s had real-life storylines that were more relatable to us. Even the character’s themselves now lack substance, and with most show’s you can easily point out the stereotypical “smart kid”, “dumb kid”, “popular kid”, etc.

    Luckily, Disney has attempted to redeem themselves with show’s such as Girl Meets World, a remake of the infamous Boy Meets World, which tackles similar issues to the ones seen in older Disney shows that we all know and love. That show got cancelled after only a few seasons though, unfortunately, but Disney then released the show Andi Mack, which is about a girl named Andi who on her 13th birthday discovers that her sister is actually her mother who had her when she was young.  One of the main characters also recently came out as gay, and I hope that this trend will continue on with more Disney Channel shows in the future. But, I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

    Like the great Hannah Montana once said, Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days, everybody knows what I’m talking about, everybody gets that way. Nobody’s perfect, and I wish Disney Channel would remember that, instead of shoving show’s about a dog who runs a blog down children’s throats. Not to mention how they let a horribly problematic YouTuber influencing the youth of today with his wildly inappropriate content on to one of their shows, but that’s a whole other rant for another day.

[mulansays]

Hello, my dear readers! 

So, I’ve been a little missing in action this week, haven’t I? Well, I can’t say much on the topic without losing my job... Let’s just say, there may or may not be a debut in the works for a few of the kids at the company I work for. This means I’m spread out fairly thin and working at weird hours of the night on minimal sleep, so please be patient with me as I try and balance my job and this blog!

Enough about me. It’s been almost a week since the MGA’s episode four, and boy do I have some things to say.

Let’s start with Team A as usual. I had mixed feelings about this team, mostly because I’ve never tried to hide my disliking of a certain member here. While he turned me off of the group, I still do especially enjoy the rest of the members! In the last episode, we really got to see Jinhee shine as a dancer and leader, but with this performance, I realized that her vocal ability is really average… I guess it’s okay because she’s such an extraordinary dancer. I was shocked with her wig though; was she trying to be Hannah Montana or something? It was kind of lame. If you’re going to go for pink hair, commit to it like Junmyeon and Jonghyun did instead of doing some odd wig show. I’ll be honest, a lot of this team didn’t leave an impression on me, which is sad because last week I mentioned how amazed I was by Jeno and Hyunjin’s dancing. There was nothing special about the choreography. I have to say though, Hyunjin articulates very maturely for such a young kid. His speech inspired me, and if he were to grow older and join an idol group, that’s some leader-worthy pep talks right there. He also pulled off a tough rap decently, so I think I like this kid. I was relieved when Jeno was eliminated rather than him (sorry, Lee Jeno!) I thought Jonghyun should have been the one to go home instead, but I’m not exactly going to she tears over the decision.

Team B was… such a mess. While Guanlin was cute with his heavy accent, he impressed me with how much his pronunciation while rapping had improved. It wasn’t perfect, but it was certainly better than before (and maybe even better than my Korean had been within the first few months of moving here).  Kim Bora really deserved the leader title here, and I hate this whole “leaders can’t be repeated” because obviously, if you appoint someone who’s unfit to lead, your team is screwed. God, my blood has never boiled more than when I saw Junhoe’s attitude. Being a group leader is no joke, but he treated it as if it didn’t matter? I wanted to slap him and send him off the show. When you’re an idol, you can’t act like that, especially in the public eye. There’s a fine line between being mysterious and being a dick, and he crossed that by miles. I’m happy Bora whipped him into shape, but even then, to me it felt like he was trying to have all the spotlight. Besides that, I felt bad for Donghyun and I hope his foot is okay. He really can’t dance though, so thank God they did an easier choreography (yet he still managed to mess that up but whatever). Oh, I almost forgot to mention Wonwoo LOL! Seriously, he got no screen time and he has negative stage presence, so can you blame me? I was hoping for him to get eliminated this week, but then this team ranked 3rd… I was disappointed. I don’t think that weak performance deserved to rank that high. The song choice was fun though.

Team C… Okay, this is going to sound real bitchy, but like, has anyone else noticed how weirdly Yoongi talks? It stuns me every time, and I know it’s not his fault, but sometimes I just want to plug my ears when he opens his mouth. I was pleasantly surprised, though, to see him evolve from an awkward guy begging Hyuna for help, to a proper leader. Though, she carried him through it like a baby, but still, he was standing on his own two legs by the end. Speaking of Hyuna, can she just stick to rapping instead of mediocre singing? I know people were freaking out about it but she’s really just… LOL. I’m really glad Minhyung got eliminated this week. Compared to the rest of his team, he’s so lacking, and I hate using age as an excuse, but he was too young and immature to be in the competition. There are others around the same age, but they have mental maturity, whereas this kid runs out when he gets frustrated? He would never last long in the industry with that mindset. I hope he fixes that before trying again. Other than that, you know I just have to comment on Kim Doyeon. She looks like a natural on stage, and she really has it all: a pretty face, perfect proportions, charisma, vocal ability, and she’s a good dancer. Share that, please, Doyeon? As for Moon Bin, I think he deserved more screen time. Maybe he’s just boring, I don’t know, but I was sad. He has a lovely voice and stage presence. MNET, do the kid some justice!

You guys probably know that one of my least favourite contestants was in Team D. Yes, I’m talking about Minatozaki Sana, and this episode really didn’t give her a redemption arc in my heart. She still has an attitude about losing out to someone else on her team and doesn’t even try to hide it. It just makes the whole team atmosphere feel awkward when she sulks, and it made me uncomfortable to watch. Even when Haknyeon tried to cheer up (so sweet, by the way, and was he flirting a little or am I imagining things?) she was so… I don’t want to dislike her. Sana is a good dancer, but she just feels really fake and bratty. Pfft, and MNET tried to edit Yerim to have that personality but they edit Sana so you feel bad for her. I won’t be fooled though. This team also had another case of poor leadership. Jungkook had the title, but he treated it exactly like that—as if it was only a title and didn’t hold any responsibility. I’m pretty sure I said this last time, too, but he has no stage presence whatsoever! As a dancer, that’s so vital, and it’s probably the biggest flaw to have. I wasn’t surprised to see him eliminated. Oh, and Choi Youngjae… He’s such a good vocalist, but he can’t dance, so I wonder why the team chose such a dance-centered song. On a happier note, Longguo’s cat is so cute. Him and Haknyeon being cat ladies made me smile because it’s so relatable and their friendship is adorable. I really like Joo Haknyeon. He’s a flower, quite fitting with the concept. Not only was he a sweetheart to every contestant on the team, but he also gave his best. Even though his nose bled, he kept practicing by himself to make sure his performance was perfect. I’m amazed.

I don’t really have much to say about Team E. They barely had any screen time. There wasn’t anything memorable from these participants (whether scandalous or not), despite the fact that they chose such a powerful song. Maybe that’s where they went wrong. Choi Yoojung danced and rapped well, Kyungri held her own while dancing and singing. Lee Luda was really naive at the beginning, thinking the dance would be easy. At least she wasn’t the worst dancer in the group though—I think she’s rather average, enough to blend in. Plus, she doesn’t need to dance when she can sing like a goddess. Taehyung was really lacking. He was an okay leader, but all he can do is rap. His dancing was atrocious; why did he agree to such a hard choreography anyways? Personally, I think he should have been eliminated instead of Juyeon, because out of everyone, Juyeon was the most well balanced in every aspect. I’m sad to see him go, and I wish him the best of luck.

Can we just talk about Team F’s introduction? Ha Sungwoon called himself “bananappa” and that made me cringe so hard. Was he on crack? LOL kidding, but seriously. That’s so weird. His nickname aside, I think he made a really good leader. The thing with Sungwoon is that he really supplied a positive atmosphere with the group. Watching their interactions, you could see they were genuinely happy and friendly, whether they were practicing or not. It was quite refreshing, really, which I guess is why they gave themselves the name “Fresh and Fruity” or whatever it was. I’d like to see this group of people debut together, in all honesty. They have a good balance: Sungwoon as the main vocal and leader, Mingyu as the main rapper, Jinsoul and Yerim as lead vocals and dancers. It’s also a perfect ratio of females to males, so they could be kind of like the co-ed group KARD? Anyways, there’s not much to say about them because they were so good and I really enjoyed the performance (another story within a choreography, Sungwoon seems to be good at that). I definitely think they could have been third place; I don’t know what’s wrong with the CEO’s. The dance to Shine isn’t all that hard. Rather than being a good dancer, you just need charisma to pull off the trendy moves in the chorus, and everyone in this team (especially Jinsoul) have enough. Shout out to Yerim, though, who MNET decided not to evil edit this time, instead cutting her out completely. We see you and your hard work. All in all, I thought this team was doomed since Lee Minhyuk pulled out of the competition last minute (you’re really going to let your group members down? Okay), but they did well.

Buckle in for the wild ride that Team G will take you on. I really wasn’t ready. So, there’s an obvious elephant in the room: Lee Sungyeol. In my last post, I talked about how I thought he was too old to be an idol now, and I still stand by it. If anything, this episode only solidified my opinion. Really, what kind of an aspiring idol has a fucking kid? And he so shamelessly showed it off on television for the whole nation to see. Has anyone ever seen an idol that’s freshly debuted, have a toddler? It’s insane! If you have one, at least try to hide it. Already, his age sets him apart from everyone else, along with his lack of skill (Sungyeol is an average singer at best, he can’t dance, and he barely has stage presence). But like, dude, you really want to pursue a career as an idol when you have a kid to take care of? You’ll have no time for the kid, will barely see them, and idols don’t exactly make the most money unless you hit it big, which he definitely can’t do. You need a steady, reliable source of income or else your kid will suffer. Kick him out of the show already!

Now, we’ll tackle the next problem of this team: Kim Chungha. I was really rooting for her, but she’s not much different from Sungyeol. She so blatantly exposed her relationship with Koo Junhoe, as if she wanted to brag? I know she was crying and all, but at least call a female friend and vent! Or if it’s a male, let it be someone who’s not a contestant! Or vent away from the cameras—this is ridiculous. I’ve never been so speechless. And all this after seeing Junhoe’s slacking off makes me wonder, was he late because he was fucking Chungha in the bathroom or something? LOL! They both lost my support. Soojin was my favourite leader out of this episode; she showed dedication to helping Sicheng with his vocals, while still keeping it light and fun. She can dance and sing as well, which we all know I love a woman with many talents. Sicheng was a really good dancer as usual, and Somi too (both their vocals are still lacking though so I hope they work on that). The performance was good overall, so I’m okay with them ranking second. By them, I mean Sicheng, Somi, and Soojin: the three S’s. The other two are such a big NO from me.

I can’t dwell too much on Team H. Not only am I exhausted and sleep deprived, but my heart broke with this team (I think you guys know why). Yongsun seemed to be a really good leader. She’s very funny and likable, not afraid to make a joke out of her weakness in dancing. Plus, she’s one of the best female vocalists on this show. Her and Daniel dancing together was hilarious, I have to admit. They have good chemistry as, like, the Beagle Line of a group. I was also surprised that everyone on this team can play instruments? It’s a coincidence you don’t really expect, and the fact that they utilized this surprise is so surreal to me. I don’t know why. I think it’s because I have a thing for bassists and Kang Daniel plays the bass (what fate is this)? And the bass line for Deja Vu is so sensual—control yourself, Naomi! Can you imagine my reaction to Hyunjung and Daniel acting all cute and flustered together like some puppy love? I almost cried. Almost. Maybe if I learn to play an instrument he will love me too? No hard feelings though, Hyunjung. You’re too talented for me to hate, and you’re pretty. If you make Kang Daniel smile and I get to see that smile, that’s all that matters. Anyways lol that hug and his blush. Wow, the kids on the MGA’s are really acting wild, aren’t they? I hope they all clean up their acts, or at least make it less obvious, by the time they become idols. Overall, this team’s performance was good and faintly reminiscent of H.A.M, so I believe they deserve their title as first ranked for this week. It was something new, something unexpected, something covertly sexy that I really enjoyed (rest in peace to Minho, though, who got no screen time despite killing the rap, the dance, and being super attractive).

I guess that’s all for now, guys! I’ll try not to be as late with my next post, though I can’t make any promises with how hectic work is at the moment. This was also fairly rushed, but I hope it was worthwhile! If not… Well, then, feel free to exit my blog. To those that enjoyed my thoughts, feel free to follow me on twitter @naomiwj and send in your reactions, opinions, and/or fangirl with me !!!

Thanks for reading, fellow netizens! See you next week!

♕ Naomi Wang ♕

[usandforever]

moments i never want to forget.

geography class ended and mana and i were the last ones to walk out, as usual. but this time, i looked up and saw you leaning against the balcony, ugly orange bag in hand, waiting for me. it was immediate and visceral. i forgot how to breathe, my palms became clammy, my heart began ramming violently in my chest. but i smiled at you instead, and feigned nonchalance. sitting next to you in the grass, we talked under the H building tree until my dad pulled up at the curb. that’s when you asked me to stay.

it was just you and i in chinese class that day. claudia and deborah were gone for a newswriting event which you skipped out on, and leticia was preoccupied with band. i remember the walk to E building that morning, the nerves which set my entire body on edge because i knew it would just be you and i. no friend i could distract myself in conversation with. after the longest hour of my life, you waited for me as i packed my bags and walked me down to the bake fair at the quad. i spotted mana and noelle standing in line and jumped at the opportunity to engage in insignificant small talk because just being alone with you set me on fire. my every thought was enslaved by you. and much to your credit, you endured the girly chats for a solid 3 minutes before nudging me, saying softly that you were going to go over to your own friends seated at one of the round tables. i smiled and nodded, feeling simultaneously relieved but also cold and bare at your sudden absence. it was at this moment when noelle and mana both asked if we were dating. i said absolutely not, that it never would happen, that it was all speculation, while swallowing the lump building in my throat because i wished i was lying.

when you called me at 11PM and we spoke on the phone until daybreak, both fast asleep on either end. i don’t need to divulge the details because i know this is a moment i’ll remember until the day i die.

you were headed off to new haven for your yale visit and i was overcome by the same feeling i had when i watched jemmy graduate penn the summer of ’10. it’s the feeling one gets before a change that is irrevocable and sudden and all-consuming and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. but then you walked me down to the fire station the afternoon before you left and grumbled about how superfluous the visit was. how pretentious these ivy league universities were in paying for these visits. how much you didn’t want to miss a week of school for this nonsense. and for a second, i believed that everything was going to be okay. that you were always going to be this extraordinary, completely unfettered by all trivialities that society holds paramount. and i would always be the girl that would be forever inspired by you. that nothing would change from the us that we were. you were always good at that. living in the moment and bridging the immediate and the forever.

on the first day of your trip, you texted me photos of libraries in new york and new haven. you said they were “hannah sanctuaries.” and i smiled giddily like an idiot for the rest of the day. then you called me at midnight eastern time, apparently eating mozzarella sticks at a dormitory dining hall instead of sleeping like a normal human. you talked about how crazy smart the new yale admits were and how insignificant you were in comparison. the whole time, i couldn’t fathom the enormity of that lie. you were the smartest, most driven, most capable person i knew. i tried to tell you that but you wouldn’t have it. that fact didn’t bother you however, and you proceeded to give me a 240p FaceTime tour of the yale campus. it was 2AM your time. i saw the rainy connecticut streets and your dorm building and the accompanying library (which was awkwardly occupied; i guess being nocturnal is a yale prerequisite). i saw the life you’re probably living now. and after multiple pouts and reassurances that you would stay up with me and not fall asleep, your murmurs gradually fell softer and softer until all i could hear was the quiet steady rhythm of your breathing. i smiled to myself, whispered goodnight to you, and fell asleep 5,000 miles away with the quiet stories of you and me tucked behind my ears.

the time when you spammed me at 4AM in all-caps with a ridiculous tale of how you were studying at the 24 hour zippys in town and a homeless man came up to you with predatory eyes, asking for your name. it was chase, apparently. crazy guy proceeded to comment on how attractive you were (which was your cue to flee) but the entire time, i was trying not to suffocate from fits of laughter because the entire story was so ridiculous and so you. no sane human would be at a zippys by themselves in the first place, studying math and physics at 4AM. the next morning, you strolled into geography class with your usual effortless confidence and i had to swallow another bout of laughter because unbeknownst to everyone else, you were being hit on by a homeless man just a few hours ago.

you called me on my way to the hawaii kai library and honestly, i can’t remember anything from that conversation aside from your totally unwarranted comments about books and my uninhibited excitement at the bookstore’s latest stock arrivals. however, i do remember walking to the library and at some point during that walk, saying goodbye to you over the phone which was supposed to conclude our conversation but i witnessed the cutest toddler riding a tricycle and texted you in all caps with something like “OMG MY HEART. THE CUTEST BABY JUST ROLLED BY ON A TINY BIKE” etc etc. something dramatic. and you called me back right after, freaking out because you thought something happened to me after glancing at my overly dramatic text about my heart. i died of laughter, apologizing profusely at your teasing admonishments, but simultaneously wondering at the possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, you wanted an excuse to call.

it was day 1 of the ib chinese exam and we were seated in small huddles on the first floor of the library. you were next to me, close enough for our knees to touch, and i tried to study but couldn’t manage to formulate a single coherent thought because i was too distracted by you. you squeezed my leg and my heart stopped. the nerves were definitely from you and not the massive ib exam that was impending. honestly, it was a miracle i didn’t bomb. perhaps it was the adrenaline you gave me that got me the 7. later on upstairs, we were seated across the room from each other in alphabetical order. you in the very front, me at the very back. the ib japanese class was seated in the section next to us, taking the exam at the same time. and from the corner of my eye, i saw you turn around to look at me. i bit my lip to keep myself from self-combusting and quizzically raised my eyebrows at you in question. you didn’t say anything but proceeded to make a face at me. i choked back laughter. claudia, noelle, and eli were seated in the row in between and unfortunately had to witness this crackhead, silent exchange between us.