#ah freaking mazing

[xxfaylinnxx]

First post of my latest hyperfixation! Because I'm a freaking grave digger and cannot connect with an even closely still relevant fandom. These drawings are actually for an absolute ah-mazing fanfic by @shychick-52 that is literally the biggest treat in ages, it's all I could have ever hoped for 😭

Very first sketches I did under the cut

[ariathelamia]

Hellhound HRT - Day -???

Little note at the start: Hellhound HRT is being written by Arynia, who is a alter... the only alter in this system ^^ Since she is unable to front so far, we decided to have her write the story~ well she tells me what to write and i do that~ Don't worry, Lamia HRT is going to continue! It's just a bit of a drawing rut on my end^^..

Thank you @dawning-mars for the cameo and help writing this~ it was a lot of fun working with you!! Anyway~ on to the story!!

“That FUCKING asshole!” 

I shout while kicking the empty can of soda down the alleyway, hitting a trash can and accidentally spooking the Racoon that was currently inside of it away..

I just happened to leave the clinic of this gigantic egotistical asshole doctor Erian, my tail all the way along my back and fur all over the place. Shit, getting ahead of myself here.

‘Sup, Names Arynia, but people just call me Nia. I’ve been on Wolf HRT for a while… probably what.. 4 to 5 months now? Well let me just paint a picture. Think about an average height punk girl, with a body mostly covered in a mix of orange and gray fur… Got a nice long undercut for hair, and an otherwise still pretty human face, if you discount the slight elongation that would become my snout one day.  Got me a pretty neat tail though! Doctor was quite surprised when he saw it, usually they don’t get that tall so quickly? I guess I lucked out on that one. Legs are still humanoid though… no signs of paws yet… they do ache a little but i guess i traded the Tail growth for the leg restructuring.. Well none of this matters now cause that fucker just cut me off the meds anyway because i accidentally let slip that “being a normal wolf might not be as fulfilling as i thought… that i wanted something a little… extra.”... Guess that was enough for that idiot asshole bastard to say “If you are not happy with the current progress then continuing from here on out won’t be in your best interest.” And something about coming back when i know what i actually want and if this is the right thing and- URGH!! I should have kept my mouth shut but that's just not my style… 

Anyway back to the here and now. Feeling kinda bad for the Racoon… well can’t say sorry now that it’s gone. But what the fuck do i do now? Well first things first, checking the messages… Lot’s o’ new people sending in their first dosage posts… pretty neat. Some new faces joined the support group-... ah shit gotta make the news that i probably gotta leave now.. since i don’t really have an ongoing prescription anymore… ACTUALLY- maybe someone has an idea what to do… yeah thats a better outlook, after all that asshole Theodore isn’t the only doc around. 

I ended up sending a lengthy text in the vent section about my situation.. At first people sent some pleasantries but then also some neat ideas on where to go. I did mention my wish for something more… extravagant and low and behold, someone heard of a library in Hypercity that I should check out. Something about a Mysterious worker there that spooked some customers away with her… “monstry aura”? Sounds neat. Just gotta find the place.

Good thing the Maps app on the phone works in Hyper City.. otherwise this place would become a maze… It’s been neat just exploring new areas though, seeing all kinds of people on different stages in their HRT. Cats… Bats… a freaking DRAGON… pretty sure saw some cyborg too but not sure if that’s HRT or just them wearing prosthetics.. either way looked pretty neat. Ever since this stuff hit the market, and more people managed to grab the formula and distribute it, new kinda therians pop out by the day. Good thing I got a spot in that support group when they still had any. Although things do be a bit hectic in the chats.. but that’s alright. Anything major and important is learned in the group sessions anyway.

After another half an hour of walking and listening to the instructions on my phone, I finally made it to the library…  Pretty normal looking place from the outside if you think about the worker here that everyone is making mysteries of is apparently supposed to be some kinda… space monster.. though the descriptions do shift from mention to mention. Anyway I decided it’s enough waiting around… time to go in.

The SECOND I stepped into the lobby, my instincts fired alarm signals. I don’t know how to interpret that but god damn, my fur was standing upright and my ears clenched backwards. What the fuck is going on? Despite my body telling me to run, I go forward… this wolf ain’t no quitter i tell you that! My hand slowly reaches for the bell at the reception, after three deep breaths I finally manage to ring it. The body is making one last attempt to try to make me run away, now that I have given away my position to whatever predator it was so afraid of. But I won't. I gotta know what the hell this place is about now.

As the bell rings, the library quickly goes cold. The lights seem to be weaker, trying to fight against a layer of darkness that wasn’t present before the ring. The air is heavy and the sounds of footsteps can be heard from book stacks. Through the Darkness emit 5 bright eyes, their pinkish purple hues fluctuate and pulse. 

“Hello Deary, Welcome to the Thayer Library. My name is Mars, how can I help you?” 

Her voice vibrates with an unnatural distortion. Emerging into view is a 7 foot tall creature. Her skin is an unsaturated purple that resembles that of a shark's skin. She wears a black 50’s style dress with a ribbon tied at her waist. A large black sun hat covers a portion of her feature lacking face.

Quite the contrast in style compared to my black tank top, skinny jeans with ripped sides and black and white sneakers…

Mars passes me, walking back to the front desk. She looks down and gives me a monstrously happy grin. 

I take a moment to take in this surreal sight… I’ve seen my fair share of therians and otherkin before… Hell, one of my friends is a freakin’ Lamia… but THIS?! This is something entirely different. Feel like I just got transported into a whole different world, even though my actual position did not change…

“Uhm- name’s Arynia.. I was told this place could help me out with a predicament I found myself in. You see i uh-... just got cut off from my HRT for wanting something more… “Special” than a normal wolf and uh-... yeah-... here I am. Is there anyone you can introduce me to? Or how does this work?...” 

I stop myself from just babbling on and wait with baited breath for the answer of Mars. Trying to figure out WHAT kind of otherkin she is…

“Hm, what exactly do you mean by ‘special’?” She asked, looking me over and giving an inquisitive glare. She didn’t have pupils to track, but the way her brows shifted and glared. I felt myself being scrutinized, like I was being dissected. I struggled to find the words, the eye on her forehead looked deeper than the rest. It’s unblinking resolve pierces through me to my very being. I felt afraid, angered, lost. She must’ve noticed how I felt as she reached to the lid of her hat and pulled it down to cover the fifth eye.

I looked at her with an unsure expression… What DID i mean by that? God, his words about being not sure what I even wanted came back to my head… I didn’t want to be just a wolf… although being a Wolf isn’t bad I just needed something more… “... demonic…”

I suddenly said quietly.. my own thoughts bubbling out of my mouth involuntarily.

“Not… like a demon-demon but like… I don't know… a Demon Wolf? Fur that is almost like smoke but also… solid? ... heat that burns in my chest…

That kinda special…”

Mars' expression changes and sits down at her computer. As her attention turned to the screen I felt a weight ease off me. I nervously watched as the being before me tapped away on her computer. As she typed up something she looked up.

“I think I understand” 

Mars says, not looking up from the computer screen.

“There are ways to be… ethereal, cosmic, existing both in the mortal realm and the outer realms. Technically speaking, what you’re asking fits the description of the Abrahamic Hellhound. But I feel that’s not what you're looking for. It’s hard to explain the unexplainable… trust me..”

Mars hits the enter button as she looks back up at me. A kinder smile on her face as she looked for my response. The pressure of her presence once more weighed down on me as I stumbled to respond.

I scratch the back of my head and nod. 

“Y-yeah. Kinda hard to find something that describes the kind of thing I am looking for. A Hellhound sounds not bad, maybe some kinda different version! Maybe something with a bit more… fur hehe.. I guess you would know what it’s like. I don’t want to sound mean but I have never seen anything like you either.”

“Well my transition is a bit… different than the rest.. it’s hard to explain and it’s harder to understand. Frankly I’m still trying to figure out what I am and what’s going on…”

I notice her grab something from behind their desk. She looks down as I hear her scribble something out before standing up once more.

“I think I have something of interest to you, within the archives we have a selection of old reproductions from the Library of Alexandria. It was there where I found a way to become what I am. I believe I know something in the vault that might help you”.

She walked past me, her back appendages stretching outward and then falling back to a rest state. Her tail sways as she walks past the stacks and to a glass door saying ‘Employees Only’.

“Stay here and I’ll have the item brought down for you, feel free to look around while I’m gone.”

It was then that I first noticed how freaking exhausted I was from all the tension that was constantly in my body. I slumped against the desk and felt like I could breathe normally for the first time in my life, even when I didn't notice me breathing abnormally before. This entire situation is beginning to make me feel… somewhat… no… not somewhat.. REALLY excited! When I first started my transition into a Wolf, I felt a slight excitement with it.. not nearly as strong as it is now.  I was sure, this is it! I am at the right place, whatever comes next is what I really wanted!! 

I didn’t start looking around, my feet were almost stuck to the ground, my body still somewhat on edge. My fur definitely needed a brush now with how much it keeps shifting from the adrenaline that keeps shooting through my body in waves. I can’t wait to see what Mars is going to bring back from that employee section… figures that the good stuff is being held back from the general public but hey, who am i to complain. It’s not like the things are not being used for others outside of the employees, guess there is a genuine reason.. if it is able to “produce” beings like Mars, maybe that’s for the better to keep it somewhat detained.

There’s a ding from behind the door and the sound of something rolling. As the employee door unlocks Mars steps out, pushing along a small cart. The second she’s within eyesight I feel her presence once more as I find myself frozen with anxiety. 

“Here we are, the Alexandria Chronicles.”

She says with a pleased chirp. She sets the book between two angled pieces of foam. She gently flips through the pages, being extra careful with her sharpened talons. She settles on a page with incantation circles and text written in some ancient language. She moves her head and runs her claw along the text before turning back to me.

“Arynia, what I have here is a book that contains the remnants of the Library to Alexandria. Within these pages contain the history of the old gods, the ones who continue to influence us in secret. If you want to be like me, you will be made aware of these old ones. You will endure immeasurable pain and psychosis. I say this not to scare you, but to warn you.. to prepare you..”

Mars ushers me forward with her hand. I feel myself walk towards her, but not on my own volition. I approach the book, seeing the inscriptions up close and find the page overwhelming with information. 

“Do you have any questions?”

I take a long look at the writing. Nothing I could ever understand… but still i feel the weight of Mars’s words on my entire body. “I was ready for the pain of the HRT. I saw how much it weighed down on people I care about so that point I am sure is not going to hold me back. As for these old ones…” I took a determined look at Mars, as much as I felt afraid when simply in her presence… There was also the resolve to continue.

“I guess my only question would be when we can start. I can worry about the rest later. Right now my heart tells me that this is the right thing for me.”

Mars smiles and gestures back to the book, her clawed finger gently pointing at a scribble written in the margins. The blurb appears to be an old attempt at translating the chant. The combination of consonants and vowels made it difficult to read. 

“If you need assistance, never be shy to reach out. With that said, let’s begin”.

I nod, but then raise an eyebrow. “So-  I just read out the stuff written on the page?”

“We’ll need to set up a ritual circle, but try reciting this till you feel confident. I’ll get the circle set up.”

Mars steps back and walks to the front door. I hear the latching of the front doors and her footsteps walking to the front desk. I turn my attention back to the few lines of translated text. I reread the text a few times working on the exotic letter combinations. Once confident I try saying it out loud in a hush tone. Tripping over a few words but finding it not as difficult as I initially thought. 

Would have never thought I would end up in a library, practicing ancient texts in order to get some medicine that turns me into a hellhound! Not to mention this being connected to eldritch gods? Wonder if i should give this maybe some more thought… but then again.. it’s this or going to that asshole Erian and beg him to put me back on the hrt… yeah no this is definitely the better option. 

I ended up practicing for, what felt like an hour, managing to no longer stumble over the words. I pick up the book, still mumbling the text while walking to where Mars is probably either still setting up, or is waiting for me. 

I reached a clearing and found a large summoning circle matching the one from the book. Another circle filled the center as well as a ring of the ancient language. She smiled at me as she stood and handed me a candle. 

“Set this where you like and light it. Once that’s done we’ll be ready”.

I nodded and turned away as I was handed a candle and a match. My mind raced with thoughts and feelings. I couldn’t stop contemplating if this was the right choice. If this would truly make me a hellhound. I felt drawn to a certain part of the circle and placed the candle. As I lit it I felt the air shift, my breath could be seen and as I turned back Mars sat just outside the circle with the book. She ushered me forward and like earlier I felt myself moving at her command. I kneeled next to her and looked at the book, sweat racing down my cheek as Mars placed a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s ok hun, I’ll be here to help you”.

I felt comforted by that and gave a gentle smile. I turned down to the book, nervously grabbing the edges and looking back at the translation. I grew worried that I would mess this up, that I flub the pronunciation. I felt like I was drowning and gasped for the biggest breath I’ve ever taken. And then, I began reading.

“Ph’nglui Mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh.. Wgah’nagl fhta-“

I felt a pit in my stomach, the last syllable seemed impossible to say, the ease and confidence was gone. Now I fought against some external force to finish the words.

“FHTAGN!!!!”

Then there was a flash, my eyes began to tear up as I felt a rush of surging energy. The circle illuminated, the ground shook, I felt my face being pulled in all directions. I wanted to shut my eyes but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but witness waves of images and voices. My vision began to split, I could see more than just the library. I could see pillars, a cracking moon, a hall draped with yellow banners. These images flooded my mind and soul and then nothing. I was floating in a vast void, I felt a moment of ease before the realm began splitting, an eye larger than anything I’ve ever witnessed glared at me… through me? I tried avoiding its gaze, but I wasn't able to… I tried to speak up but my instincts clenched my mouth shut. 

I felt another rush as I was pulled away and then, finally, I blinked. My eyes celebrated the release of the tension as they began to refocus. I felt control regain in my mind and arms as I reached up and wiped the tears. I took a moment to recover, my mind still reeling from what I witnessed.

“Harsh, isn’t it?”

I turned to see Mars who looked relieved. She smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder. 

“You seemed to handle that very well. It’s something to have every sense we have to be overwhelmed. It’s crippling, and when we have that control it feels so foreign..”

Mars reached for the now closed book and took it in her arms. She cradled it like a child and stood up and offered me a hand. I wasn’t sure I could stand yet, my legs felt like they were still trembling. I could tell Mars read my expression as she pulled her hand away. 

“Sorry, why don’t you relax a bit while I get this all cleaned up.”

I nod to the best of my ability. Still trying to come to terms with what just happened. My eyes went from Mars towards the ground as my mind tried to make sure that I was back on earth… and not in whatever place I was before… It is at this very moment I start to realize what I just signed myself up for. And the fact settles in that this is not going to be the last time my very foundation of reality is going to be shaken. I look up at Mars one more time.

“Di-” I cough.. damn spit must have gotten in my throat at some point…

“Did it work?”

Mars turns her attention to the center of the circle and sees a small orange bottle. And smiles and turns back to me and nods.

“It did, welcome to family”

I looked back to the center of the circle when Mars did, turning back shortly after with a smile. 

“Thanks~ I guess I’ll be visiting this place more often now~” 

I slowly stand up, my legs still shaking from the ordeal and pick up that small orange pill bottle. It has my name on it… hades-lupusitine… bit on the nose name but hey, ain’t gonna complain as long as it does the job. The name of the prescribing doc was left blank though… then again that makes sense… don’t think you can fit whatever that eyeball's name was on the small tag of a pill bottle… IF that was the one that heard my call from the ritual… 1-0-1… so guess two of them a day… mornings and evenings huh?

I turn back to Mars with a smile as big as I can manage, and a wagging tail swishing behind me.. 

“Thank you so goddamn much for all of this Mars!” She smiled back at me. No more words needed to be spoken… not that I was really able to speak much after that mental strain anyway.. She kindly walked me out of the Library after putting the book back where it was safe. We waved each other goodbye, promising to stay in touch. I took my walk home, caressing the small pill bottle in my Jeans pocket and just itching to take the first pill in the evening. I just hope the next cosmic horrors at least knock first…  

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Definitely check out Mars's Eldritch HRT series!!

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

WG: hi Gunther: hi uh- sorry if i woke you up or something. i felt like calling. i don't know. WG: nah i was just… hanging. what's up? Gunther: ah uh- well. we're cutting our honeymoon short. Lilith had one of those really bad nightmares yesterday and she insists on going back with the kids. WG: seriously? it's not even been a whole week yet Gunther: it's that bad. i've never seen her this alarmed before Gunther: so uh- yeah. make sure to get Garrett from Caleb's before tomorrow night? please? she really needs the kids around. WG: yeah yeah. ahah. Bluma's gonna hate that Gunther: speaking of, i'm standing in the shore in my underwear because i want a starfish or something colorful and or shiny for said little lady. the sand feels horrible in my feet, i have to add. Gunther: how is she? WG: oh yeah. it's disgusting. WG: and she's doing excellent. Everything's excellent in fact; Bluma made a friend and Garry's first steps were right in front of me Gunther: …i'd need you to be more specific before i yell WG: i'm half joking. The house you and grandpa got includes a big freaking haunted maze, you geniuses. Gunther: what. WG: okay. I'll make a sum up. Gunther: i'd prefer all the details

WG: so are these forever or…? Caleb: oh no, nonono. well. not unless he learns or wants to control his mind controlling powers. Morgyn: if you ask me it' be fantastic to just glue those sunglasses on him WG: are you kidding? Garry's sick little powers could make us RICH Morgyn: and how exactly you plan on doing that? WG: dunno. infant robbery? i'm sure he'd love that Morgyn: my godness.

Bluma: the world has gone insane! all crazy! why'd they bring Garry back?! Bluma: not fair… and you! Jojo! Jojo why won't you sleep in the bed i made for your little body! Jojo: meow Bluma: i even gave you your own light because you've been on that basement for so long you must be scared of the dark! Jojo: mrow… Bluma: your- did your last owner let you sleep on his bed? is that why you don't like yours? Bluma: …what happened to them anyways? i saw the picture. Bluma: wish your kitty paws knew how to write… but i can't even read well either Gunther: hello my little flower Bluma: papa!!! Bluma: dad i missed you so much! so many things happened i really wanted you to see! Gunther: i know darling your uncle told me everything Bluma: all of it? Gunther: in big detail, yes. Even about your Jojo Gunther: how's he not dead? Bluma: dunno! Gunther: we need to get him checked in every way possible. The basement too, good lord. Garlic down there? Bluma: and ghosts! my kitty radio the Goth lady made spirit-y played a lot of music on it's own! Gunther: oh god Bluma: yes!! Gunther: now what are YOU so excited about Bluma: daaad!!! Gunther: …Bluma darling, there's something we need to talk about.

[dark-and-kawaii]

I now associate Harleep with your blog whenever I see them 🤭

AWHHHHHHHH OH MY GOSH!!!! Oh my gosh!!! ANON!!!

This is so freaking adorable and sweet!!! It’s actually so funny because whenever I see Haarlep I think of @theemptyislost ♡ ♡ ♡

Number one Haarlep fan right there and she has an ah-mazing blog/ writes some top notch stories involving our favorite incubus!!! 10/10 recommend!!!

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

[mrswinnie04]

OUR FAVORITE HUSBANDS ARE BACK TOGETHER AND LOOKIN AS STUNNING AS EVER🥺💗

1) Jensen’s new mustache is AH-MAZING! Like I was a big fan of TOP GUN, so ya’ll already know I freak out whenever a guy has a stache! IT LOOKS SO DAMN GOOD! AHHHH!

2) Baby Jared🥺 this man is adorable!

Also can we just examine the fact that HE IS CARRYING ALL HIS SHIRTS😂😂 now I wanna know if Jensen bought him all those shirts too??? These two are too cute!!

3) I’m just so happy to see them together again! I mean, i know our boys prob saw each other in private/away from the public eye, but when we get to see them together, out and about, it just warms my heart🥺🥺

These two seemed to have a bit of a rough summer (ie. Jensen looking a little tired in some photos from the last few months and Jared feeling a little under the weather + his last post) and I’m just so happy that they get this time in NC together. I said this before and I’ll always say this—they’re so much better together💗

HAPPY NC CON!!!

CAN’T WAIT FOR THEIR PANELS!!

[pandasleepy07]

ComfortSwiss!Reader

Inspired by @skele-bunny

Nightmares of your days in the pit had become regular, espically when the moon was full, and glaring down at you from your window. A multi-ghoul wasn't natural. You're not natural. Words of the pit followed you topside. Nothing, no one could shake them.

Tonight was no different. You had taken to walking in the halls at night. No destination in mind. Just walking. Restlessness followed the darkness of the night. It was too similar to the darkness of the pit. You silently cursed not having the element of fire. That could at least keep some of the darkness at bay. This time you had wandered down a different hall, not paying enough attention to your surroundings, but the scent that lingered in the hall, was strangely familiar, a mix of varying scents. The ghouls den.

You blinked at the realization and then turned to head back, before realizing you didn't know how to get back to the ghoulettes gen. The Abbey had been built like a maze. "Fucks sake," you whisper, rubbing your face. Instinct told you to go to Mountain's room, knock, and ask for help. He wouldn't mind. But you didn't want to wake him up. So instead you looked around. A warm flicker of light came out from under a door, you stepped closer, and the familiar smell of cedar embers, and leather. A scent that's so distinctly Swiss.

You don't think about it, but in the blink of an eye, you're standing in front of his door, your hand raised to knock. But what if I'm bothering him? What if he doesn't want to help? What if-

Your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening, and Swiss' cocky smirk appearing in front of you. "Well, well, well... Look who's caving into the lift of the 3-week intimate ban."

Your brow wrinkles in confusion. "Huh? No... that's- that's not it," you whisper, your voice shaky.

Confusion flashes across his face for a moment. It's rare to catch the multi ghoul off guard. He takes a moment to study you, like really study you, and notices the bags under your eyes, the way you're slumped slightly, the tired skittishness about your appearance.

"Can't sleep?" he guesses quietly, his demeanor softening.

You nod slightly, but avoid the reason why. "I just need help getting back to the ghoulette den. I- I can't sleep at night, so I walk, and I just got lost this time. I don't know how I ended up here, or how to get back. And the dark feels constricting."

"Too much like the pit."

Swiss' words are quiet, a silent understanding flickering in his eyes.

"Yeah..." you mumble, your arms coming around you as if to protect yourself in a bear hug.

"Why can't you sleep?" he asks softly.

"Memories of the pit keep coming back."

"Ah, I see... Anything specific? Or just the pit in general?"

"The pit, and the disgusted looks, the whispered words, the shunning just because I was a multi," you whisper. "A disgrace."

His eyes soften and he pulls you into a gentle hug. "I know. Some people can't handle the idea of multis. They think we're freaks. They think that we're just abominations in the flesh. I've received the looks too."

"How did you get through it?"

He sighed. "You don't want to know."

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want to know."

A pause, before a quiet, ashamed mumble. "Sex. S'was the only way anyone showed affection."

"Oh." What else could you say to that?

"But you didn't, did you?" he murmured. "You didn't sell your body to feel that."

"No," you breathe. "I didn't."

"Good."

"I still hate it. I hate that every time I close my eyes, all I see are the looks. That all I hear are the whispers. Even if I know I'm not alone. I hate that you went through it too."

He tightens his grip around you ever so slightly as he holds you close, his voice soft and comforting in your ear. "I know. But listen to me. It's over now, okay? You're with us now. You're with me. And I swear to you that nobody is going to hurt you or call you names. You're safe. You aren't a disgrace. You aren't a mistake. You're as beautiful as the stars, darling. They can't see that you're worth more than they are combined." He whispers the words he wishes someone had told him years ago. The words he needed to hear. Even now. "You don't deserve this. You don't deserve to be haunted by the past. Okay?"

"If I'm safe, why can't I sleep?" You whisper into his chest, as his arms tighten around you.

He lets out a soft sigh and begins gently rubbing your back with a hand, the other still holding you close to him, trying to comfort and soothe you. "Memories can haunt you. I know that all too well. But you're not going to let them win, okay? You're stronger than they are. Do you want to sleep here tonight?" His voice is soft as he gently kicks his door open a little wide, letting the light from his fireplace and the candles lit across the room, seep out into the hallway.

"I don't want to intrude," you murmur, looking down.

He tilts your head up to look at him, his eyes meeting yours. "Hey, you wouldn't be intruding, okay? I'm offering. Come on, you need to get some sleep. And I know a way I can get you to sleep if you trust me."

"How-"

He chuckled softly, a cheeky grin on his face. "Come on. You'll see. But first, you gotta trust me. I promise no funny business. I just want to help you get some sleep. Just let me change the sheets."

A small laugh falls from your lips. That's a promise you never thought you'd hear Swiss make. Espically considering all the times you've seen him bite the other ghouls, playfully of course.

"Okay," you whisper.

He smiles a soft and genuine one. One you've only seen him give Aurora when she brings him his favorite pastries. You walk in hestaintly as he moves to the bed, and strips it before quickly changing the sheets. When you offer to help, he tutts, and waves you to go and sit on one of the couches, telling you that it's not your mess. It's everyone's mess but yours. You can only sigh and comply, moving to sit on the couch. Not that the couch would be any cleaner.

He changes the sheets quickly, tossing the soiled ones down the laundry chute and putting clean ones down on the bed. He grabs fresh comforters from the closet and a few fuzzy blankets, arranging them carefully before fluffing his pillows.

"Come on. Lay down and close your eyes. I got this okay?"

You get up and carefully climb onto the bed, settling near the edge, nervously.

He chuckled a little bit and shook his head at your position, his hand going to grab your waist as he carefully pulled you closer to the middle of the bed. "You seriously want to try and fall off? Scoot closer, idiot."

You huff out a breath but allow him to move you, relaxing as his normal lighthearted demanor comes out again.

He smiles, a satisfied sigh falling from his lips as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his chest. This other hand went to gently brush through your hair, his voice soft and gentle. "There we go. That's better, right? Just relax and close your eyes a bit for me."

He watches as your eyes slowly flutter shut, his hand still gently brushing through your hair. Then he shifts slightly, adjusting so that he's on his back, and your head is on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming against your ear. "Good. Just like that. Now just listen. Try and match my breathing, yeah? In and out. In... out. Just focus on it."

You do, and the combination of his soft voice, his hand in your hair, andhis heartbeat in your ear, lulls you off to a peaceful slumber for the first time in weeks.

It doesn't take long for this to become a daily tradition. Swiss clears his nights for you, aranging for his fun to happen well in advance so he can change the sheets. The rest of the pack notice, but no one comments on it. Not when Swiss seems to have found a piece of himself again. No one dares to break it.

[revasserium]

neverending daydreams with kenma? 🫶

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neverending daydreams

kenma; 3,709 words; almost freakishly fluffy, but also kinda trippy. basically my specialty and i love this fic a holy freaking hell of a lot. if u read pls PLS tell me what u think u__u and lemme know if u 'get' the ending!!!

he has never been, in all seriousness, what people would have called a dreamer. but having spent most of his waking hours either gaming or wishing he were gaming, kenma quietly considers the implications of being called as such. a dreamer. what a title — what a name.

what a burden.

“was it bad last night?”

“no, not as bad… but at least it was interesting.”

“oh yeah? tell me.”

“so there was a maze, right — and then you know the super hot manga character from the new series — yeah, he was there too, and we had to like figure out this maze but we couldn’t wear shoes —”

kenma lets his head lilt to one side, his eyes falling shut in the early afternoon sun filtering through the wide classroom windows. they’d been cracked open half an hour ago to let in some air, the spring blossoming into what kenma is already sure would be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer. he’s already dreading it.

“— and then i woke up!”

“aww… lame! you didn’t even make out!”

your laughter spills across the room, warm as the sun now soaking into kenma’s skin and he shakes himself awake, blinking unfocused towards the gaggle of girls sitting three rows ahead of him, heads bent together, a multi-limbed conglomeration of painted nails and hair pins, phone baubles and perfume. he shudders slightly — making out — what a thought. how gross. he’d never understood the appeal, even as more and more of his classmates began to whisper about it, to joke and cackle about it next to the shoe-lockers, in the stalls of the boys bathrooms during lunch, on the benches near the playparks on the way home, loitering around convenience store corners, eyes lingering on bare skin and bracelets, on rolled up sleeves and blushing cheeks.

kenma crinkles his nose, thinking now, of noses. and where on earth they’d even go if you were to —

“oi kenma-kun, do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma blinks, nonplussed as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“huh? you… don’t really believe that, do you?” he asks before he can quite stop himself. the resulting silence makes an uncomfortable heat climb up the length of his neck till his cheeks are burning with it, and still, you stare at him.

“why shouldn’t i? her dog eats weird stuff all the time.”

kenma blinks again, owlish, and he’s unsure if your confusion is feigned and this entire thing is just some elaborate prank, one that’ll break you into laughter any second. he resists the urge to look around, to make sure that the rest of his classmates aren’t all watching him like they’re in on the joke, waiting for the cue to start laughing as well. he feels his shoulders shrugging up as he fights down a frown.

“yeah but… that’s like the oldest excuse in the book, isn’t it? my dog ate my homework?”

this time, its your turn to blink, cocking your head to one side as you regard him, not a hint of malice or trickery in sight. he feels almost ashamed of himself for thinking it of you. of course you wouldn’t.

and then, you laugh. and he starts again, not because this was what he’d been afraid of but because this is the exact kind of laughter he was not expecting, pure and unhurried and unabashedly happy.

“ah — i guess you’re right, but… well, if she wants to keep my notes, then that’s fine. i’ll just make another set. so…” you smile at him, bright as dawn and summer starlight, “can i borrow your notes from yesterday?”

kenma resists the urge to groan, because his mind is already racing into overdrive — why not just ask kiyo from 2-b to give you back your notes again? nay, to demand that she give it back? to threaten her dog with… with what yet, kenma isn’t sure, but he is sure that that would be simpler, would it not, than to ask him for his notes. even though, sure, yes — he has almost all the same classes as you and sure, yes — he does also take pretty good notes. and sure, yes — fine.

this might be the path of least resistance but… doesn’t it feel a bit like punching in the cheatcode? isn’t it stunting… character growth and exp gain for both you and kiyo in 2-b? what if this causes a glitch in the matrix and you’re stuck in the eternal loop of borrowing people’s notes only to have your own notes be taken and eaten by kiyo’s homework-devouring dog until no one in school has notes anymore and everyone fails? would everyone have to hard-reset and start the year over?

“uh… sure… i guess. if you promise to give it back.” he reaches into his bag to pull out his notebook, pressing his lips for a second before handing it over.

you make a noise that’s caught between a squeal and a squeak. it’s a happy sound, he’s sure.

“thank you, thank you, thank you! and yes, i promise i’ll give it back! and my dog doesn’t eat homework — only table scraps and puppy treats — and maybe the occasional piece of trash on the sidewalk, but definitely no homework!”

you press the notes to your chest and beam at him and kenma finally lets out a soul-shaking sigh. he wishes he were home; he wishes he were playing video games; he wishes that the day came with a fast-forward button so he didn’t have to deal with all these scenarios that don’t make a lick of human sense.

the next day, when you return his notes, it’s with a shy smile and that he isn’t entirely sure what to make of. you’d licked your lips and looked anywhere but at him before pressing the notebook back into his chest and scurrying off with a thankssomuchforyournotes! tossed over your shoulder before you’re disappearing into your multi-limbed girl-gaggle and they were all laughing and giggling as they absorb you back into their amorphous blob, casting furtive glances his way that make his shoulders want to shrink up to his ears, if only to hide his face behind.

he hunkers down over his notebook, adjusts his sports bag and hurries into homeroom.

it isn’t until japanese literature, when he’s flipping open said borrowed-and-now-returned notebook that he notices — there’s a drawing on next blank page. or, well, what used to be the next blank page but is now definitely no longer blank. and it’s a drawing of you.

kenma stares down at it, at the cartoonishly large head, the huge, anime-lashed eyes, at your chibi-rendered hands clasped together in an unmistakable gesture of thanks. and something inside him jumps. something warm and thumping and uncoordinated. it coughs, skips, skids inside his chest and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s his heart.

thanks again! let me treat you to lunch sometime?

he reads the line four times before he finally manages to process the words. lunch. sometime.

treat?

he frowns. but school lunches are always free.

his eyes slingshot towards you, drawn as if by a magnetic force, and he finds you immediately. your eyes meet and a zing sings through him, shaking him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. your cheeks flush, but you don’t look away. instead, you cock your head as if asking a question.

his heart thumps, and then thumps again. heat slowly unfurls in the base of his stomach, something like hunger, except it isn’t actually hunger. it’s a wanting, a thrumming wish — pressing and feverish and — he swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from you to look back down at the drawing, at the words.

treat. lunch. sometime.

sometime. but it can’t be during school. then when?

kenma freezes as realization washes through him, cold as a too-large bite of icecream.

oh. oh.

and then, he blushes hard enough for him to bury his face in his arms, refusing to pick his head up even when the literature teacher asks him expressly if he were feeling ill.

it’s saturday at noon, to be precise. and as kenma waits outside the neighborhood soba house, he wonders briefly if he’d accidentally stumbled upon a hidden side-quest that’s actually more difficult than the main storyline, because he’s almost certain that he’d never signed up for this.

cold-soba with you. alone. together.

no. he scuffs his feet against the floor, his fingers furling and unfurling in his pockets, so unaccustomed to not having a game console to fiddle with, no controllers to twiddle. he feels it like a phantom itch, like ghost-controllers as he opts for chewing on his lower lip instead.

stupid kuroo, taking away his switch. stupid, stupid, genius kuroo, letting it “slip” that kenma had a date on saturday, so that his mother had fussed all morning and had subjected him to a full-body pat down to confiscated the rest of his ill-hidden hand-held gaming consoles one by one with a scowl and a reprimand of no gaming when you’re on your first real date, kozume!

at least, he thinks, tugging his phone out of his pocket to flip through the preinstalled games there, there’s alway snake —

“kenma-kun! hi! sorry i’m late!”

your voice catches him like a punch in the stomach and he almost drops his phone, fumbling it for a second before catching it and shoving it into his pocket.

he looks up, a frown already forming on his forehead when he stops — he catches sight of you and that strange, twisting not-hunger-hunger gnaws at a growing space inside him. because oh — there you are. you’re standing in front of him, a little breathless, but dressed like… like a display from a pastry store window, or one of those ball-jointed dolls that have entire fan-followings online. you’re lashes and lace, earrings and nail-art, and all the normal things he’d come to associate with the strange, foreign concept of girl-geometry but you’re also nervous, and sweet, and looking up at him with those huge eyes, not unlike those in the chibi-doodle version of yourself that you’d left in his notebook.

and nervousness he understands. sweetness… he understands too. to a certain degree.

“no, you’re fine… i just got here too,” he says, and it’s a not-really-lie, because he did just get here… like fifteen minutes ago. but time’s just a human construct anyway, and there’s no point in getting caught up in the semantics.

he takes a breath at the same time you do, and you break into a fit of nervous laughter that makes him want to reach out and bottle the sound. or maybe just to record it on his phone for a rainy day. he tamps down the strange and doubtlessly creepy urge with a cough and motions vaguely towards the door.

“uh — you wanna…”

you nod, a bit too hard, before brushing by him into the soba shop and bowing to the middle-aged woman behind the counter.

she seats the pair of you in a booth, tucked into the corner, and for this kenma is thankful. he feels himself relaxing into the secludedness of the position.

“hot?” he asks, watching as you fan yourself with your hand from across the table.

you freeze and blush again, and he looks down immediately, feeling rather guilty for putting you on the spot. but when he glances back at you, you’re smiling.

“yeah, a little. it’s gonna be so gross this summer.”

“yeah, i know. i hate it already.”

he would’ve winced if it hadn’t been cut off by the sound of your laughter. with this, at least, he is familiar. how many times had he let himself melt into that sound during all those classes you had together? how many times had he centered himself around it, made it the still point of his turning universe, grounded himself to it so he could count from one moment to the next. he hadn’t thought it anything strange before now — after all, isn’t that what the internet says you’re supposed to do when you’re feeling unmoored? to find a commonality and stake yourself to it. only…

is it strange that he’d chosen your laughter?

it’d been such a simple choice, so easy to make — it was everywhere, and when it wasn’t there, he could conjure up the sound perfectly.

sitting across from you now, he pauses, wondering what kuroo would say if he were ever to bring this up. probably call him a pervert and never let him live it down.

“me too. i think i hate a lot of things but…” you break off, your eyes meeting his for a split second before looking away.

kenma breathes, watches the way you worry your bottom lip.

the conversation is stilted, but after a while, the awkwardness wears off. like silver soaking off years of accumulated tarnish, the shine breaking through as the soba is served and the pair of you are left slurping at the chilled noodles.

by the time he offers to walk you home, kenma finds that he’s no longer searching for things to do with his fingers, the phantom itch of a ghost-console no longer needed to occupy the space between his hands. and when you say goodbye to him this time, it’s no longer a string of words strung together too fast, tossed like an endless hope over your shoulder, but held between the pair of your bodies like a promise.

“see you on monday!”

kenma smiles, “yeah… sure. see you then.”

he watches as you turn to walk away, and his feet warm with the premonition of motion, but something holds him still, holds him there as he watches you take two steps, three steps — and then, you turn back around. and you’re closing the space between you and him, quick as a flash, your lips grazing the skin of his cheek, and then just as quickly, you’re falling back onto your just-taken steps, your cheeks ablaze as you wave a hand at him and race off before he can do more than open his mouth, his jaw loosened by the action, the thought — the motion and e-motion of it all.

kenma stares at the place where your body had just been, taking up space, and then oh-so-abruptly… not.

you’d turned the corner, and now not even your shadow lingers, but he fancies that there’s still a break in the light, a tear in the air just in front of him where you had been, warmed by your just-there-ness. slowly, he raises a hand to swipe it through that space, before bringing it up to his cheek to brush it against the place where your lips had been.

and are now no longer.

and there too, he feels his own skin, warmed by the just-there-ness of your no-longer-there lips.

three days, it takes him. three days to build up the courage to ask you out again. on another date. and this time, he doesn’t tell kuroo, or his mother, but he doesn’t bring games with him either.

the frozen yogurt place isn’t too crowded on a wednesday night, early enough to still be dinner-time, too late for the afternoon-stragglers to be out and about. he arrives, as he had done, fifteen minutes before you, and he wastes no time in starting a game of snake on his phone.

by the time you get there, it’s getting hard to maneuver the pixel-snake’s body without it’s tail trailing across the entire screen.

“i thought you’d only be into the kind of games with like… a million levels or something.”

your voice jolts him out of his intense concentration, and this time, he does drop his phone. your reach out to catch it with a knowing grin, handing it back to him, but by then, the large GAME OVER is already flashing over the screen.

“oops… sorry,” you say, looking genuinely apologetic.

“don’t be. and you’re right, i do like games with a ton of levels but… things like this are fun once in a while too.”

he blushes as he motions at the space between the pair of you, his phone still clutched in his hand, so that it’s unclear if he’s talking about the game or… something else entirely.

“only once in a while?” you venture, the slightest hint of a tease in your voice. and it’s incredible, he thinks, the change a single week’s worth of familiarity can do for the both of you. because while your first “date” had been all awkward silences and rough, stumbling changes of topic, this one — already — has taken on a sheen of smoothness and liquidity that makes kenma’s skin prickle up with what he can only assume is excitement.

“well… maybe — i dunno…” he gulps as he holds open the door for you to walk into the yogurt store, “it’s only a pattern if something happens more than three times, right?”

and god, where had this come from? this daring, this strange, almost alternate-universe confidence — and is he really flirting?

you let out a pleased sort of hum that warms his entire body and he thinks that he’d rather like to hear that sound again too. to add to his collection of bottle-able sounds that come from your body — he bites off the thought there, because kuroo will really start to call him a pervert then.

“i’m free on saturday,” you say, turning towards him to offer him a yogurt cup.

he stares at it for a second before taking it, letting his fingertips linger where they brush against yours.

“okay then,” he says, allowing himself the shadow of a smile as you ask him what his favorite yogurt flavor is, and he asks you your favorite toppings. and it’s easy like this, isn’t it? how had he ever thought this difficult? had it ever been? the bell-like sonance of your voice, the tinkling texture of your laughter, the great, blossoming fire licking up, up from the base of his stomach all the way to the top of his chest.

why had he ever scorned this as strange? as unnatural?

how could he have ever thought this to be a mere sidequest when this — he’s sure of it now — is the entire point of the game to begin with? because don’t all roads lead to this? to this giddiness and certainty? to this… unshakable knowing that he, even in his youth, is held still by in it’s immensity that this could be something more?

something like… love?

but it’s too early for that yet, and he’s getting ahead of himself. skipping the levels and peering at the walkthroughs.

he forces himself to focus on the tang of the yogurt, the crunch of the oreo chunks. he anchors himself to the grace of your smile and the weight of your laughter.

and after, when the yogurt is done and the night is still young, he offers to walk you home again. and this time, he doesn’t wait for you to close the gap between your bodies — he leans down to do it himself. because somewhere between the space of then and now, he’s made the decision that he doesn’t want the shadow or the just-there-ness anymore. he wants the just and the there. separate and whole and oh.

so that’s where your noses go.

the kiss breaks between you and kenma leans in to unbreak it.

you make a small noise at the back of your throat and he has to keep himself from grinning.

there, again, another bottle-able sound.

he inches his hand up to cup your cheek and you lean into him, pressing both your palms to his chest. and for moments and moments and moments, the pair of you stay locked there, breaking and unbreaking the kiss again and again and again until finally, you press him away to take a breath.

you are breathless, and so is he.

and briefly, oh so briefly, kenma wonders as he looks at you, stares into your eyes as you look back at him, if this could be called dreaming.

“oi… oi kenma-kun?”

kenma blinks, frowning slightly as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“h-huh?”

your face is inches from his, and the afternoon sun is warm against his skin. the classroom behind you is filled with the scent of a blossoming spring, trailing into what kenma already knows will be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer.

your voice rings through him like knowing, and your smile, when he finally focuses on it with bleary eyes and a buzzing mind, looks something like the remnants a dream.

“do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma chews on his lips as he weighs the answer on his tongue, and finally, he allows himself a tiny, secret smile as he digs around in his bag for the notebook, handing it to you as he says —

“you don’t actually believe that, do you?”

[ashley-foster-13]

Newt x Y/n Imagine

"Hold on, love," Newt cooed, bringing her closer. He was rubbing her shoulder soothingly - too bad it didn't help the pain. "Stay with me."

Y/n trembled in the boy's arms, occasionally whimpering.

They were in the Scorch. A few months ago WICKED had stolen Y/n right from the Maze, when she wad running. They kept running tests on her, one after the other, and still couldn't understand what wad do special about her, her blood in particular.

She wasn't immune to the Flare, yet it didn't destroy her mind nor her body. The veins slowly but firmly transformed into thick dark lines, like spider webs on her skin. She never felt hungry, not for food anyway. Whenever bloodlust would take hold of her, she'd find the nearset concrete wall and hit it until her knuckles bled. That way she was too exhausted to try and rip someone's throat out.

The worst part were her eyes. Pitch black on the outside, they painted the world in black-and-whites for Y/n. There were shadows. High pitched noises coming from nowhere in particular.

Y/n shrieked, causing Thomas and Minho besides her to jump. Newt didn't. He got used to it.

"Hold on, alright? You're gonna be okay," his British accent always calmed her down.

She hated when someone sugarcoated the truth, thought.

"Am I?" she chuckled. So much bitterness for such a short phrase in her voice.

Boys had managed to find and rescue her from WICKED's grip. They had been hoping she'd get better, or at least she'd know what to do.

She didn't, and, as days passed by, her state worsened rapidly.

"I mean, thanks for saving me and all, but you're wasting your time," she croaked through gritten teeth. "If you're smart enough, you'll continue tomorrow without me."

Everyone knew the illness still messed with her, whether she had some sort of immuntiy or not, so her sometimes not-so-gentle remarks didn't quite count as insults.

"Don't say that, Y/n," Thomas protested, "Whatever they've done to you, you're stronger."

Newt slightly nudged you, agreeing with him.

"Yeah, well, if you die here, I give you the permission to haunt every each of us in our sleep as a ghost," said Minho. "You'll sing us lullabies or whatever. But, please, no creepiness."

Y/n snorted, then coughed, almost spitting her insides out.

"First of all, when I die," she corrected, "And secondly, of course I'll do that. Of course I'll sing to you." She smiled at the last words, some cozy faraway memory trying to make its way to her mind but not succeeding. She closed her eyes.

Just for a second, she promised herself. Then, she'll continue suffering her way through the freaking Flare.

"Hey, love, wake up," Newt shook her. When she didn't, he raised his voice, "Wake up!"

Breathe in, breathe out.

"Newt?" she whispered, as if the conversation between them hadn't just happen mere seconds ago.

"You can't sleep, yeah? Stay here," he caressed her cheek with his thumb, noting how dry and cold her skin was.

He was scared.

"Stay here," she echoed, her mind slowly whirling, making lazy attempts to recall... recall what?

Call...She didn't call anyone? Did someone call her?

People called her by the name.

Don't call me, someone's voice murmured in the back of her head.

Call me all you want, but that doesn't change who I am, she once said to...

What did people call him? Ah, Ratman, right.

Left, right. Call. Call, collect, college. Budge, bridge, bomb. Call, cat, cold...

She was cold and going crazy and felt absolutely, utterly helpless.

She so hated WICKED for what they made her become.

She didn't notice how she gripped Newt's arms, how hard she squeezed, digging her nail into his pale skin, until she heard a hiss.

"Y/n?" Thomas creeped closer, in case anyone needed help.

She blinked a few times, returning her focus on the blond boy next to her. Shifting as far away as possible, she frantically spoke, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. Sorry, I didn't..."

"Hey, hey," Newt held up his hands in a calming gesture, "It's alright. C'mere," he wanted to embrace her again, but y/n crawled backwards.

She hurt Newt. She hurt Newt. She hurt...

Panic suddenly came in waves through her body, changing her voice. It didn't sound anyhow familiar to her, "Get away from me!" a desperate scream. She couldn't move much further due to the weakened limbs and horror that forced her to freeze. "I'll hurt you."

She didn't feel the tears running down her face. She felt barely anything these days. Well, apart from torturous pain.

"You won't hurt me," Newt reassured, hugging her still. She tried to break free, but miserably failed.

A few sobs escaped Y/n's lips as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Hey," he started softly, brushing away strands of her hair, "I'm here for you. Cry as much as you need, scream, hit every moving thing, but I'm staying. And I'm not letting go until you're okay. And even after that, I'm not leaving," he added, bringing her closer to his chest.

"Even then?" barely a whisper, but audible enough for Newt to hear.

"Even then." He kissed her temple.

It made Y/n's heart warm. Of course, she knew they'd never leave her to die in a middle of a desert. But hearing that still was important.

She felt safe in Newt's arms.

And since they were doing a great deal of keeping her alive, she had to repay the debt somehow.

Not dying would probably count. And maybe a little revenge on WICKED.

Something minor. Like snapping a head or two of the shoulders of some soldiers. Or better, Janson's and Ava's.

Yes, she definitely had to do that.

So she vowed to heal, to heal as fast as possible and kick some scientist asses...

"I love you," she breathed, looking up at Newt.

"Love you, too." He pressed a kiss on her brow.

...and marry Newt someday.

[linked-maze]

hi there!! just hopping in to the inbox to ask, what are the limitations for fanart of linked maze? am i allowed to send fanart to the inbox? shall i tag you in any artwork? just curious to know as, i would like to start drawing fanart for the series because i love it so much! thanks <3

AH THAT WOULD BE SO FREAKING EPIC!!! also plz plz plz tag me in any fanart so I can reblog it!! cuz sometimes I miss it and never see it ;0; I would rather you guys not send it in inbox- cuz then you guys won't be getting the likes? if that makes sense XD

[hermit-lover]

can you write a zedaph x reader!! reader would be a spider hybrid, but i want general fluffy antics if possible :D

i hope you have a lovely day <33

More to love

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Character: Zedaph x Spider!Reader

Type: Blurb (~1k)

Theme: Romantic, fluff

Summary: Seeing Zed's creations after some time apart never failed to wow- but maybe all you wanted was to steal away and cuddle.

TWs: Respawning/Death, shenanigans, usage of petnames.

A/N: I'm trying to get back into writing, so I'm sorry for the shortness of the fic!! No beta we die like Zedaph.

The clinks of bottles and gentle gurgle of running water would be relaxing had it not been for the various cries and honks from the many animals dangling above the dish-like base. You stare up at them in strange fondness, pondering how he managed to sleep at night when not tucked in your arms. Squinting your eyes (many...many eyes) you scour for your golden-haired lover, trotting around the odd structure. He had called you here for some unknown reason- you had been off world recently so you secretly hoped for a relaxing, cuddly evening. The odds of which was low knowing your lover.

Turning around a bend, you peer down the long hallway lined in shiny golden trophies.

"Zed?!" You call, fangs clicking gently in thought. Did he want to come and find him or something?

"Ah! Over here!!" His voice calls from a different tunnel, and you turn to skitter in his direction.

"This place is somehow a maze!" You huff, finally seeing his familiar form.

Seemingly ignoring your dismay he throws himself towards you- not fearing being dropped due to your extra limbs. Catching him effortlessly you indulge, nuzzling into his hair and flicking sheep ears. He smells as you remember- like sunshine and grass. A satisfied hiss pulls from your lips. You truly needed and evening just holding him in your arms.

"Hi darling." Zedaph sighs, head resting on your shoulder, arms looped under one pair of your own. He's warm pressed against you, soft cardigan brushing the skin on your arms and letting your palms sink into it. His hair is curly and bouncy, catching the light and nearly reflecting it into your eyes. Soft, precious, and just as wonderful as you remember.

"Hi lovely." You respond, smile tugging your lips. You bask in each other for a long moment, before Zed seems to realize something.

"Ah-" He leans back, and you scramble to not let him fall on his ass. "I forgot! I have something to show you." Zed's eyes glitter with that familiar mischief, and earnest excitement to show me his creations. His tail wiggles, matching the curling grin. You cant help the twinge of worry- his creations had a tendency to be...explosive.

"Should I be worried?" You raise an eyebrow. His grin only sharpens. Ah, definitely then.

"It's just over here-" He shifts and you plop him to the ground, snatching your hand he guides you a little further down to an inconspicuous cubby with a bed inside. His palms are soft, with small odd scars from freak accidents, he squeezes one of your hands suddenly buzzing with energy. Thinking something less pg- you raise another eyebrow, heat crawling to your cheeks. Noticing your suspicion he giggles. "Well I wouldn't jump to conclusions." Zed releases you and steps onto the bed. "Prepare- To be amazed." He waggles his fingers as if performing magic- before stepping into a piece of tripwire- and plunging downward. Your heart leaps into your throat-

'Zedaph Withered away.' The chat pings. You almost reach forward to grab him when respawns on another tripwire and plunges into the depths- abruptly you realize he was trying to die.

'Zedaph was squished too much.' Pinged the next, you chuckled letting some tension from your shoulders- squished???

You saw him for just a moment before-

You could guess this one from the loud pop- 'Zedaph went off with a bang.'

'Zedaph was killed by magic.' Declared the next hole.

'Zedaph went up in flames.' You winces sympathetically at the painful manor.

'Zedaph was shot by arrow.'

'Zedaph was impaled.' You stifled a giggle.

'Zedaph was pricked by a pufferfish.'

Finally the last block fell from beneath him.

'Zedaph was pricked to death.'

When he respawned you gave in, reaching forwards and snatching him into you arms. As impressive as the death loop was- it was never a fun experience.

"Zed!" You scolded, "That was probably the stupidest thing you've ever created." Holding him close, you feel his heartbeat slow from the adrenaline rush. He welcomes the cuddles in a boneless slump.

"You promise?" He manages with a giggle. You cant hold back a huff of fondness. He was the stupidest smart person you've ever met. Cradling him a little tighter your protective instincts calmed a tad.

"Yes, I do. Now let's go find somewhere to cuddle thats not the death bed- alright?"

"Mmm fiiinnneee." Zed relented, leaning back to stare lovingly at you. Purple eyes hooded in tiredness and fondness. Pressing a small kiss to his button nose you not so subtly trotted from the death loopificator. "You missed." He declares smugly.

"Oh did I? My apologies." Before he can gloat at the win you lean in to steal his breath. His lips are soft and plush, so easy and tempting to sink your fangs in and claim. But this kiss was sweet- pouring in the love you two bottled up in the small time apart. You dont want to pull away- missing his touch as soon you lean back.

"I love you." He sighs, so absentmindedly it clenches your heart. His eyes flutter open, simply watching you watch him.

"I love you too." You promise, leaning to steal another sweet kiss.

You shuffle him to one side, using an extra arm to fish a bed from your inventory and plop it down. You don't even let go- crawling forwards and placing the two of you onto the sheets. You pepper his face gently with kisses. "No more death loops- okay love?"

He groans as if it was an impossible feat.

"No more death loops- this season?" He offers, puppy dog eyes glittering in hope- and guilt tripping. You sigh, pretending to think about it before chuckling.

"Fiiinnneee." You agree, in much the same tone he had you.

"Thank you lovely". He plunges back into your neck, resting against you delicately.

You cant help the rumble of appreciation that flows through you. Such a lovely, soft person trusting you wholeheartedly. Few others dared got as close- spiders weren't exactly the most popular creatures.

But this fearless little sheep loves you with his entire heart.

[ultkpopnetwork]

We had a very good turnout for the April poll so that you for that <3 But May is now also over so lets do that again! We have 75 songs to vote for this month and I have no idea who's gonna win this one.

Click here for poll!

votes and reblogs appreciated <3

April results, songs that got 0 votes are not listed

Kiss of life - Midas Touch 45.5%

Seventeen - Maestro 32,7%

TXT - Deja Vu 32,7%

Yuqi - Freak 27,3%

Boynextdoor - Earth Wind & Fire 25,5%

Xdinary Heroes - Little Things 25,5%

Loossemble - Girls Night 21,8%

ONF - Bye My Monster 21,8%

IVE - Heya 20%

ZB1 - Sweat 20%

BIBI x Jackson - Feeling Lucky 18,2%

Solar - But I 18,2%

Woo!ah! - Blush 18,2%

Yuqi - Could It Be 18,2%

Babymonster - Sheesh 14,5%

Doyoung  - Little Light 14,5%

Zico feat. Jennie - Spot! 14,5%

The Kingdom - Flip That Coin 12,7%

Lay - Psychic 12,7%

Onewe - Beautiful Ashes 12,7%

Rolling Quartz - Stand Up 12,7%

Apink - Wait Me There 10,9%

Riize - Impossible 10,9%

QWER - T.B.H 9,1%

Drippin - Beautiful Maze 7,3%

ILY:1 - I My Me Mine 7,3%

I.M - Lure 7,3%

1CHU - Punk Hot 5,5%

Diawings - Filter 5,5%

Kim Yuna - An End 5,5%

VVUP - Locked On 5,5%

DPR Cream - Savage 3,6%

Song Sohee - Ganggangsullae 3,6%

Unicode - Let Me Love 3,6%

82major - Choke 1,8%

Bang Yedam feat. Winter - Officially Cool 1,8%

Bewave - Sing! 1,8%

Catch The Young - Voyager 1,8%

Crezl - Forbidden Love 1,8%

The Deep x Hyunjiya - Shy Girl 1,8%

DKZ - Like a Movie 1,8%

Jimin - Walking Talking 1,8%

Lee Mujin - Propose 1,8%

Lucas - Renegade 1,8%

Samuel - Yeh Yeh 1,8%

Son Jinwook - Aphrodite 1,8%

Spia - Daddy's Little Girl 1,8%

Yungin x Jessi x Camo - No Lowkey 1,8%

[littleplantfreak]

Mari my sweet angel!!!! I used my echolocation to find you!!!!

(meaning that I nearly typed your name into the search bar again 🤦🏻‍♀️) 🎃

Anyway, given that it's nearly Halloween .... kind of .... I have some Halloween and fall related questions for you and Ume!! 🎃

What fall activities are you doing together? Are you picking your own pumpkins or buying them from a store? What designs are you carving into the pumpkins? Are you going to a corn maze? Maybe a haunted house? 🎃

What does fall look like for you and your beloved Ume? 🎃

Love you, have a wonderful day <3

Roxy my beautiful bumblebee bat i felt you trying to echolocate me!!

I started internally running around and freaking out because although i love summer most, I’m absolutely wild about doing fall/halloween stuff!

We’re totally picking our own pumpkins. We do the pumpkin head photoshoots that were a trend for a while? I did one with my sister last year and aaa it’s so fun. We carve and choose each other's designs but they vary every year! Also we make flavored pumpkin seeds after carving them (it'd be a waste not to)

Corn mazes and haunted houses for sure. I'm used to going first in haunted houses, but I'll hold his hand the whole way through! For corn mazes, I like to race through them and see who finds the way out faster!

I make a lot of pies in the fall for people so he'd be helping me slice the apples for them and rolling out my pie crusts (I'm making sure he puts those arm and hand muscles to good use) or helping me bake pumpkins so i can mush them up if I go hard and get the actual pie pumpkins instead of using pumpkin puree

For him I think he enjoys going hiking and catching the trees when they're at their most colorful. Where I live everything ends up bursting with reds, yellows, and oranges so once everything is at their peak, we hop in the car and go climb a mountain about it!

Ah one more thing! Horror movies are necessary. We have a list of them to go through that we make ahead of time. Sometimes actual horror and other times horror comedy. I'm surprisingly jumpy during the horror horror movies and end up half on top of him squeezing his arm like no tomorrow especially with jumpscares

[always-is-always]

Have you seen this version?

Where have I been, and how on earth did I miss this freaking amazing version of "Boy With Luv"???? My goodness the guys all look ah-mazing, and Jiminie is full-on pouring every ounce he has into his swagger and presence.....and, the way he throws his arm around Jungkookie's neck? 🤧 Dang.... Now, how did I miss this until today?

Thanks YouTube, for slipping it into the algorithm! 😘

I'm digging the Japanese version. It really changes it up, and I love it. They did a great job with the language!

My favorite part of the choreo is the kick. It may remain my favorite part of any choreo they do together. I just cannot watch it enough.

Enjoy a little trip back to 2020, with BTS! 💜💜💜

[survivalist-anon]

Log 25: The Maze of Walls

The gang had been running through the facility for some time now. Sten taking deep wiffs of the air and order to find Selene.

"She going in a different direction, but I think she has already been apprehended.", Sten huffed as he is leading the way.

"How are you certain that mortal hasn't been killed yet?", Bilhard following close by, "our first priority should be finding the rest of our equipment. We don't want it getting it into the wrong hands".

Joe, who preemptively decided to join them, was in a rather calm mood. "Ah good times, but this is a piece in comparison to the-"

"Joe, you wouldn't happen to know where they keep personally item would you?", Bilhard curtly while interrupting him.

"oh, well unsurprisingly I don't know. However if I had some idea...it will be where there are more guards. Or at least two guarding the door.", his rationalizing wasn't completely out of line.

Suddenly, the wall just around the corner had closed down, blocking the way to that particular hall.

The gang stopped.

"....did ....that wall just appear out of nowhere?", Toke had thought out loud. As the group continued, another hall had closed up.

".....they are leading us....", Bilhard stoically answered. Thinking fast, Bilhard looked for a way to avoid the next possible obstacle. He could see there were several doors, he quickly walked up to one and punched a hole through one of them.

It was a blank wall.

"By the throne! This is a maze of false ends!?", Bilhard shouted.

The others quickly checked the other doors. All false spaces of wall.

"Looks like we're being lead somewhere else....oh no...", Joe exclaimed quietly.

Sten turned to look at him, "What is it?".

"When I was transported here, I was blindfolded, but I could feel that it took a VERY long time to arrive down here.....but it was a straight trip down, then a few turns to the left, a right turn and a left....then I was plopped into my cell.....oh boy ....I think we fucked up the second we left through the guard's door.", Joe muttered to himself.

"What?! Why did you not tell us this before!", Bilhard shouted furiously at him.

"Well because I wanted us to get lost...... OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT SECOND!", Joe shouted back.

"Enough! There is no time to fight amongst ourselves. The scent is coming from the blocked hallway, if we all attempt to break the wall down, we can pass through.", Sten suggested.

The five Astartes prepare themselves to all simultaneously punch the wall down. With the first blows leaving a small dent.

"hmmm...again!", Sten directed.

Another set of blows began to make some progress, the indentation was getting deeper....but it was not relenting.

"What the hell is this metal?! It's like it keeps stretching forever or something!?", Cahrilo pondered.

As soon as the wall was so close to giving way, the air vents had released three times more of the knockout gas had fumed in.

"LOCK IT UP AND HOLD YOUR BREATHS!", Bilhard commanded.

The Astartes now we're working overtime with limited air, the metal had finally begun to give way. With the final blow leaving a sizable hole as big as Toke's fist, the plumes of gas had flowed out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The facility was on high alert, five Astartes have seemingly escaped and avaided capture to this point.

Sleen, who had been watching the camera footage along with Señor Mateo, and several other mysterious patrons. Was starting to become impatient.

These patrons had come from various origins around the world. All upper elites with dubious dealings and businesses.

Sleen was grooling with frustration, the mechanical augmentations that now have begun to physically hurt him, but not as much as his frustration. "What is with these freaks?!?", he moved around like an angry animal.

Señor Mateo wasn't too unimpressed, he whispered to his translator, not even bothering to give Sleen any semblance of polite interaction.

"Señor Mateo askes if this is part of the show, Sleen..... don't look like it.", as the translator looks to him with a suspicious glare.

Suddenly, a chance to be a complete douch had sprung, "AH! Yes, you can place bets on who gets to be captured first! *Twitch and coughs violently* After all, what's a little preshow before the main event! Now place your bets!", some of the patrons had gave permission to give large sums of money, one.... was saving his pot for later.

"Oi! I bet those krumpin tinmen ar gointo escape! Ha! Ain't dats right ladies?", Mr.Green was amongst the patrons, referring to his two female escorts, who both were very happy to just have such a generous and gentlemenly boss.

"mmhmm, I think your right Mr.Green", one giving him a rub of his shoulders.

"Mr.Green NEVER loses a bet.", one addressed Sleen directly, practically challenging him on Mr.Green's behalf.

Sleen turns violently towards the laid back businessman, who has been looming in the corner. "What...did yo-", suddenly, a muscular hand, grabs what was still left of flesh on Sleen's face.

"OI! Yous respekts my ladies! Miss.Blu and Miss.Yellah getz to doz wuts dey wants!", almost crushing Sleen's head. He finally let's go as a warning.

The others had known about Mr.Green's unnatural luck streak. Everything from investments to just making simple, inconsequential guesses....Mr.Green....somehow could make it happen. Those who had bet against the Astartes were now becoming a little bit unsure of their decisions.

Sleen, practically smelling that he's losing money no thanks to Mr.Green, "ALL BETS ARE FINAL FROM THIS POINT! Let the games... begin!", he turns back to the cameras and sees the gang running down a hall ...one that he had been trying to avoid. "DAMNIT!"

Mr.Green was chortling so hard he nearly fell out of seat. "YUZ BLOCKED DAT WRONG WAY! HHAHAHAHAHA!", his cackling was contagious.

Although all bets were final, it was still interesting to see Sleen become more flummoxed.

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Running down the halls, the Astartes head towards what looked like a large, open room....only to find a dead end with on door.

"....well...might as well lads...", Sten turned quietly to Bilhard.

With an affirmative nod, the group casually head towards the door. Turning the nob, the door had lead to the holding cells they were in previously.

"rerraaaaAAAAAAHHHHH!", a loud thunderous scream from Bilhard let out, "RUIN PRIEST WHAT MADNESS IS THIS?!?".

Sten too was mortified, how could his senses lead him a stray.

The sound of a little wheerling motor had erupted the silence.

It was an RC car with a piece of Selene's clothes on it. As the little, inconspicuous toy car zoomed into one of the cells, leading to the still open wall behind the cell.

"....well....looks like we never had a choice....at least this time it was kinda fun.", Joe shook his head in mild disappointment, as if the whole escape hadn't met his expectations.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Astartes were more than royally furious at the whole situation. What level of absurdist intelligence did mortals on Earth have that could have bestest the Emperor's finest?

Apparently, three AAA batteries, a motorized toy car and the knowledge two of five were the equivalent of bloodhounds.

The five enter into the dim, dark hallway of the entrance. They could all begin to hear a large crowd, cheering just beyond the hall, a light was just a bit yonder.

Sten, still feeling the sting of being deceived, was still anticipating the next move. He could sense multiple thoughts and minds just beyond the light.

As the blinding light revealed a sizable crowd of people. It was like a tiny colosseum from their perspective.

"WELCOME TO WRESTLE-TON! Where CARNAGE meets ENTERTAINMENT! Tonight! We have an incredible assortment of fighters!", it was Sleen on the intercom.

The crowd roared, and the others weren't sure how they were going to escape.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Viewing several trucks heading to the underground facility, Moors and Gus were making final adjustments to his power armor. As for Wick and Tulio, both had just come back from the airfield where he had originally left his power suit.

"don't worry man... you'll get fly boy some other time....you ready for this?", Tulio nudged him a little.

Wick was pensive about the plan, he knew if anything would go wrong, it could mean that not only would his fellow Astartes would suffer, but Selene would likely suffer an even worse fate. "yes. Moors, is everything ready?"

Moors chuckled a little as he had modified his armor to fit a set of miniature guns, a spraying gas, an electric disrupter on to his helmet, and a special drill, turning it one with an intense enthusiasm.

"Haha! This will be just like the good ol' times", Moors looked at the drill whirling.

Wick, knowing damn well this isn't going to be close to anything the two of them had experienced, "You are not planning on drilling through someone are you?"

Moors looked at Wick, "Oh no I'm just hoping to make some holes ......"

"right.", Wick shot him a look.

End of log 25

@kit-williams @barn-anon @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @walking-natural-disaster @starfrost740 @squishyowl @sleepyfan-blog @lawnchair86

[manawari]

Thinking about this Maze Runner AU and I'm thinking about extending it (and change a few things, as well as following the original series), maybe?

Of course, Sung Jin-woo obviously is in Thomas' place as the main character and the person (Greenie) who showed up in The Box. He's incredibly confused and freaks out the moment he sees a person. He then remembers his name, which shocks the guys around him since usually, a Glader won't remember one's name within a daylight. Everyone becomes suspicious of him, yet a kind Glader named Yoo Jin-ho shows him around and teaches Jin-woo about the ways in the Glade and how he must survive.

Hwang Dong-suk (Ben) attacks Jin-woo after he had been stung by a Griever during his run in the Maze. He chases Jin-woo until they're in the center of the Glade where the Gladers find the chaos and rush to stop Hwang Dong-suk. Lim Tae-gyu soon comes to a decision to banish Hwang Dong-suk, though Hwang Dong-soo (bear in mind that nobody else here remembers their memories so we can say Dong-soo and Dong-suk are friends, not knowing they are brothers), disapproves it and argues that Jin-woo is the one who must be punished. Lim Tae-gyu has to uphold his role as a leader in this and threatens to slit his throat when it's clear that Hwang Dong-suk is no longer human; this can spice things up as Dong-soo holds a burning grudge against Jin-woo and his future actions will eventually lead him to his death by the time the Gladers have escaped the Maze.

In the fic, Cha Hae-in came before Jin-woo, but if we're gonna follow what happened in the original story, then Cha Hae-in would come a day after Jin-woo. Then again, the Glade is shook and everyone believes W.I.C.K.E.D is fooling them and disrupting their peace. In the book, Teresa and Thomas were telepathic and had formed a bond while in the Slammer, realizing they have known each other before The Maze; I'm thinking about inserting this plot-point on Jin-woo and Hae-in. They'll share telepathy! And in the movie, which is on the funny side, Cha Hae-in chooses violence and starts throwing rocks at everyone from the top of the Homestead; Jin-woo has to be the one who calms her down and gently takes the knife Jin-ho has likely given her. And like Jin-woo, Hae-in has fragments of her memories and has brought along two syringes in her pocket, which came in handy when Lim Tae-gyu gets stung later in the story when the Grievers wrecked the Glade.

Roles:

First-in-command (Leader) — Lim Tae-gyu

Second-in-command — Choi Jong-in

Runners — Lim Tae-gyu, Cha Hae-in, & Sung Jin-woo [Hwang Dong-suk, former]

Builders — Baek Yoon-ho & Hwang Dong-soo

Cook — Yoo Jin-ho

Med-jack — Min Byung-gyu

Track-hoe — Yoo Jin-ho

Blood-houser — Kang Tae-shik

Gardeners — Yoo Jin-ho & Cha Hae-in

Slopper — Sung Jin-woo

Bricknick — Hwang Dong-soo

Bagger — Go Kyuh-wan

Map-makers — Choi Jong-in & Lim Tae-gyu

As for Group B, I'd say it includes the rest of the female characters in Solo Leveling. Park Hee-jin will be the first-in-command of the group while Eun-seok will likely be in Aris' place.

In hindsight, Woo Jin-chul was supposed to be part of W.I.C.K.E.D, but I decided against it and made him part of the Right Arm, which will probably make sense since they're the good guys™ and Song Chi-yul will be the leader. Go Gun-hee will be the one who's part of W.I.C.K.E.D and his role is the good version of A.D. Janson. But the actual A.D. Janson still exists.

Other thoughts:

— Teresa is labeled as a Traitor, right? And who's in her place? CHA HAE-IN. However, this can be debatable since the two female characters are different, but. . . What if? What if Cha Hae-in did it for the sake of her friends? What if she was manipulated into thinking it was for the better good? What if all she wanted was to get her memories back? What if she got threatened that Jin-woo would be dead if she won't betray him?

— what if Jin-ah is alive all along?

— what if Min Byung-gyu is not an immune?

— Sung Il-hwan is alive too. He's part of the Right Arm, though he's not revealing himself to Jin-woo. Kyung-hye is the one who died and Jin-ah became an experiment or an employee in W.I.C.K.E.D whom Hae-in later met.

— if we push through Hae-in becoming the "traitor" then Jin-woo will resent and hate her and Hae-in won't apologize for doing what she thought was right. JINHAE ANGST!

— Tae-gyu and Yoon-ho are the ones who use Glader slangs the most.

— Jin-woo treating Jin-ho like a brother; similarly to how he should've treated Jin-ah if he remembers her.

— Cha Hae-in is the one who solved the Maze.

— Choi Jong-in and Baek Yoon-ho tend to argue a lot. This plotline will never change.

— Eun-seok remembers Byung-gyu, though he's hesitant of telling the truth, thinking Byung-gyu might not believe that he was his childhood friend whom he got separated from due to The Flare.

— before their memories being wiped out, young Yoon-ho, Jong-in, Tae-gyu, Byung-gyu became friends with Hae-in and Jin-woo. The six of them would often sneak out.

— young!Yoon-ho being heavily traumatized as young!Minho in The Fever Code and that includes fighting the nurses and getting tied to a chair where a Griever almost kills him, sent by a scientist for his attempts of escaping.

— Lee Ju-hee having a telepathic link to Eun-seok, Jin-woo, and Hae-in too, which she hasn't realized until the four of them are gathered into one place. That's when her memories flush in. She's also the only one (besides Eun-seok, though he needed some time to understand) who doesn't resent Cha Hae-in.

— Lee Ju-hee secretly leaves the group in the middle of the night to join W.I.C.K.E.D in hopes to develop a cure. She may or may not left a note.

— Woo Jin-chul leading both groups the best way he can, as well as protecting the ones who are not Immunes. He's also not an Immune, yet manages to survive throughout everything.

— Woo Jin-chul formerly working for W.I.C.K.E.D and used to have a hard time gaining Song Chi-yul's trust until he revealed all secrets he knew from the organization.

— the ones who successfully escaped the Maze are the S-Ranks + Yoo Jin-ho. The rest are obviously dead or killed.

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 77- Fire

Chapter Summary: BTS film for Fire. Jennie hangs with Layla and thinks about when BTS went to film BTS NOW 3 and the Save Me MV. Jennie gets bummed when she sees Prom videos and photos on social media since she never experienced it before. Jennie helps Jungkook when he gets sick before promotions for Fire.  

Words: 8,000+

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2016 had been insane so far when it came to breaking news. Minzy had left 2NE1 and Jennie could not wrap her head around it. She was in tears, freaking out when she saw them reunite at the MAMA Awards and now she’s leaving, leaving the group as a trio? It just wouldn’t be the same.

She even tweeted herself listening to old 2NE1 songs with the caption, ‘Sad #Jen’

And then with Hyunseung leaving BEAST. Everyone was leaving left and right. It was insane. But as she thought about it, she thought about herself with Amity when she left. How she felt to move on to something beneficial for her. So she put herself in their shoes because she knew what they went through and understood why. And she understood from the fans' point of view to see a group member leave.

Was this how Amity fans felt when she left?

Finally filming and taking photos for their next comeback, Bangtan went to Jeju Island for the jacket shooting. Jen wore an off shoulder yellow dress for the shooting.

“I love this dress, ain’t it cute?” she asked on camera, spinning around. “No, I have not dyed my hair yet. Don’t be too upset, Army. It’ll happen one day. For this comeback I want to show a different side of Jennie, so stay tuned.”

She then took photos with a kite, which went successfully. Then they began the unit shoots. After Jungkook and Tae, Jen and Yoongi were up. 

“Aw, your freckles look so cute.” she pointed them out.

“Ah...thanks smartie.” He tried not to smile at her compliment. 

The wind kept blowing which made them shiver slightly. It was so cold but they got through it. They then took photos on the air balloon, standing back to back, as the camera got every angle. After they got what they needed, YoonJen high fived each other and got out while Hobi got in next, looking nervous.

“Scared?” she asked him.

“No, I am okay. This is fine.” Hobi smiled nervously. But once he got in, he started making loud sound effects, causing her to laugh. “Whaaaaaaaaaaaa~ What if I’m blown away?”

“You’ll be fine~!” she reassured

Once it was her turn to get inside the air balloon with Jin, she had a blast, not afraid at all at being a little up in the air. After she was done, she checked out the photos, in love with how she posed.

Next up for the comeback was filming for the Young Forever MV at Jecheon Airfield a few days later. Jennie wore a long-sleeved white shirt exposing her shoulders and black pants. The members were told to show emotional acting as they walked around the maze.

For her part, she walked around with one of her hands touching the steel fence. Then, while looking around, white feathers blew past her ethereally.

Once her shots were complete, she saw Yoongi snapping photos of Jin and walked over to them.

“Oh, oh we doing a photoshoot? Okay!” she joined in, posing with Jin. “Let them know, a future worldwide handsome model is standing next to me. Don’t forget about us when you make it.”

Jin laughed, “I won’t, dear.”

For the fire music video, Jen expressed her excitement as the cameras were following her, dancing around.

“I am sooooo ready for this! I love this song and I cannot wait to film it, it is going to be off the chain! I am telling you, y’all are not ready for this one!”

As the members walked in on the set for their party scene, Jen stood at a DJ booth, admiring the equipment.

‘DJ Jennie is here!’

“I just want to thank Big Hit for allowing me to DJ in a BTS music video, this is so exciting. Ahhh, this is heaven, right here!” she fangirled.

“What’s this button do?” Jungkook asked, walking up to the booth as she demonstrated. “And this? This? That?” he went on as she showed him.

While the set was still being prepared, Jennie was talking to the camera again, showing off her outfit which was just something to wear while she DJs. Sweatpants, white shirt, chain around her neck, looking fly as ever.

“I got Suga’s three dolla’ chain on my neck. Comfortable looking white shirt, these sweats, my Nikes-oh my Nikes! Check them out I designed them! Made a little something! Nike, I am still here! Give me a call! I got some great ideas for y'all!” she showed off the designs she made for fun which looked good.

"You are never going to let me live that down, huh?" Yoongi playfully glared at her for the inside joke from American Hustle Life.

"All in good fun!" she giggled.

There were so many extras for the party scene as Bangtan filmed performing fire until they got enough shots. And then they shot it again but this time with Jen at the booth. She was much more energetic for this comeback and it showed on camera, dancing around, flipping her hair all over the place, headbanging. The guys took a break while Jen started her individual shots at the booth. 

They first filmed her turning to take a look at the DJ booth and then her walking over to it. Examining it while running her fingers over the equipment, she got a hold of the headphones and slowly placed them around her neck.

After that shot, she was filmed at the booth, dancing around until it was her cue to sing with the camera panning to her.

maenjumeogeul deulgo All night long

(Fire)

jingunhaneun balgeoreumeuro

(Fire)

ttwieobwa michyeobeoryeo da

Grabbing the mic, she started powerfully, doing what G-Dragon told her, “Errbody throw yo’ hands in the air, we gettin’-“

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Hotter!” the rest of the members joined in.

ssak da bultaewora bow wow wow

“Errbody throw yo’ hands in the air, we gettin’-”

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Hotter!”

ssak da bultaewora bow wow wow

Thinking of G-Dragon helped her as she even gave a mesmerizing stare at the camera that was sure to make Armies freak out. Starting again, this time Taehyung was with her at the booth, giving the Taennie shippers their fix as they partied. Then the rest of the members joined her, jumping and fooling around. Jen even threw her hands up and down while going over her verse for the end of the song, making things even more exciting.

“Yay!” she clapped and jumped off the booth. “That was hot!”

Going to see her footage from an iPhone, she smiled at her performance. ‘That’s really me up there jamming, huh? I look badass!’ she proudly thought.

The director praised her for her efforts and she went back to continue filming with the rest of the members on the stage. They even had Taehyung crowd surf. Jen could tell he was nervous and reassured him that it would be fine. Although the first attempt failed, he did much better the second time and it looked like he was having a blast.

Next was the members performing in an abandoned pool, performing the choreography. Even after one time of dancing, they were all out of breath as the stylists fixed their makeup and hair. When they worked on the dance again for the chorus, Jimin missed his cue to dance and they had to start over while he laughed and hugged Jungkook. But once they did it again it was successful. After that, Jin, Suga, V and Jungkook were able to leave since they were done for the day.

“Everyone gets to leave. I’m going to be the last one here. I have to film my little water dance.” Jen sighed on camera.

“Sucks to be you. I’m leaving soon~!” Jungkook teased while she rolled her eyes.

“Blah, blah, blah. Leave.” she playfully shoved him away, out of the camera’s view. As she continued to talk about what was going on, Jungkook would butt in occasionally. “Go away!” she laughed and pushed him again as he laughed.

After talking on camera, Jen waited as the staff members prepared the set for her, Hobi and Namjoon. With his things packed, Jungkook approached her again as he looked down at her with a smile.

“I’m about to leave with hyung. You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?”

Jen shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine. Go on ahead.”

He nodded. “Tony and I will be waiting when you get back to the dorm. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” she tried to go for a kiss but couldn’t reach him. She tried again, standing on her toes but he playfully avoided her kiss by not tilting his head down, watching her struggle. All he had to do was just put his head down to meet her lips but he wouldn't.

Frowning, she replied, “Wow, so you not going to give me a kiss goodbye?”

Laughing softly, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. Now she was the one looking down at him as her heart raced. He then gave her what she wanted while she leaned down, pressing her lips on his as she cupped his face.

Taehyung quickly took out his phone to start filming them. A big smile was on his face as he thought about this being one of the cute moments to share when they decided to reveal their relationship to the public.

“Jungkook! Let’s go!” Jin called out, walking around to find him.

Yoongi walked with him and then spotted Jungkook with Jennie. “Good Lord...these kids.”

“What is taking so long-PUT HER DOWN!” Jin yelped while the 95 Liners cackled at him freaking out. 

Before Jin could march over to them, Jimin made the save by jumping on his back to distract him. Meanwhile, Jennie and Jungkook tuned out what was happening around them as they kissed repeatedly, short and sweetly.

“Ahem!” the director cleared his throat on the megaphone. “Can we please have Jennie-ah on the set, Jungkook-ah?”

Reality hit the 97 Liners and Jen was slowly set down. The two let out a laugh while one of the makeup staff members pulled her away from Jungkook to fix her hair and makeup.

While Jimin was filming his individual scene, Jennie changed into her other attire for fire which was a pair of jean shorts, a black dragon crop top, and a dragon theme bomber jacket. She also had a secret tattoo of a dragon which was placed around her left inner thigh along with a thigh chain on her right thigh.

“Nini! You’re going to be the last one out of here.” Namjoon pulled her in for a hug while she sighed loudly.

“Why is everyone so happy they get to leave before me? Don’t rub it in. You excited?” she asked.

“Yeah, I am. It has been a while since we did something together in a music video. So, remind me, are you keen?”

“Fresh and keen, numba one chick when I step out on the scene.” she quoted, putting her twist on the Pussycat Doll’s song, making him laugh. “I had that song in my head all day. I blame shuffle. I was playing throwbacks on our way over here to film.”

Starting the scene, Jen and Namjoon coolly stood next to each other as she went first, adjusting the cap on her head

“Aye, live it up, Bangtan just exploded on the scene.”

Hey, burn it up jeonbu da taeul geot gachi

“Aye, shout it out! I’m turnt up, it’s okay, I’m keen~”

Hey, turn it up saebyeogi da gal ttaekkaji

With J-Hope walking through the door while a fire was in the background, he met up with the two, dancing around.

geunyang sarado dwae urin jeomgie

geu malhaneun neon mwon sujeogillae

sujeosujeo georyeo nan saraminde

Standing in between them, she shouted, raising a hand up with them, “So what~!”

Standing a little in front of them while they stood by her, Jennie showed off a little attitude while going over her verse, “Calling us extra yet you still want to hang. Bang to the tan, you wanna join this gang. Keep your eyes on me, I am still that chick!” she slapped her chest before pointing to the camera. “Don’t you stand too close, what, you think you slick? Admit we the shhh as we tear it down!”

When she said shhh, Rapmon and J-Hope dramatically turned to her while she placed a finger to her lips.

“BTS is the flame they wanna water down! Bangtan is still here and we killin’ it still. We always start the fire, you just a fire drill!” she smirked, shoving the camera away with her hand. 

The three did the scene a few more times to make sure to get many shots. They even had Namjoon and Jennie back to back as they said their verse. Namjoon would look at her a few times, nodding before looking back at the camera.

“Okay, good job.” The director praised.

“It’s over! It’s over!” Hobi cheered.

“I’m still here~!” Jen dramatically dropped to her knees, making Hobi and Namjoon laugh.

Despite it being late and her being the last one here, she remained professional and went through with it, not giving anyone problems. She wanted these scenes to be great and she would do whatever she could to show how hard she had prepared.

As she walked on the set, the background was black and with water coming down them the ceiling and there was a large pool of water for her to step into that was up to her ankles.

“I’m just glad the water is not cold.” She said, preparing herself.

Once the music hit, she went hard while being expressive about it. Wet hair flipping around, popping and locking, she had a blast. Things went well as they made her dance a few more times to get the shots they needed.

For the final scene, she just had to lip-sync the song while in the water, doing whatever she wanted.

“Okay! Jennie can go home.” the director announced

She sighed out of relief, falling back, making a big splash as the staff laughed.

“Hallelujah!” she shouted.

For the second day of filming for their music video, after it rained in the morning, the members gathered around for their group set. Jennie yawned loudly, making Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jimin mock her yawn.

“Four hours of sleep. Four. Living the dream” she replied.

After filming the first scene of them talking and Yoongi shaking hands with someone, setting them on fire, Jungkook rode a bike around the man on fire and then watched his bike on fire. 

Meanwhile, Jen was snacking on smarties until it was time for the group dance. She unzipped her bomber jacket so it could show off the black crop top. Afterward, she went with Jimin to practice the chorus of the choreography. He even got in front of her a little bit while she periodically glanced at him to make sure she got the moves right.

Standing in between Jin and V, she leaned to the right with the members.

Errbody say La la la la la

“La la la la la.”

Say La la la la la

“La la la la la.”

soneul deureo sorijilleo Burn it up

Strutting to stand in front, she flicked her nose with her thumb before tilting her head to the side, showing even more attitude.

Bultaoreune

Powerfully, she broke out into the choreography, going hard. She wasn’t expecting to be the one in the front to start it off and she wanted to make a good impression. It seemed like it paid off because the shot went well.

After being filmed watching the car drop down with everyone shooked at the scene, Jen had another solo scene in the same area Hobi and Yoongi were at night with a police car around. She started her verse with the bat she had from the danger MV. Carefully standing on top of the car, she performed, whipping her hair around. She even kneeled while pointing at the camera, continuing to lip sync.

“Jennie. Look at her go. She was not this expressive in the last music video. I’m pleased to see her so lively. She has been doing a great job so far.” Jimin watched her. “She is so cool.”

Then they had her lying on top of the hood of the car with her back against the windshield. After doing the group dance again, Jen fell on her hands and knees, acting like Patrick from that one Spongebob episode as she began dramatically coughing like him. The others were just as exhausted. 

Finally preparing one more time, they successfully finished the group dance with the backup dancers behind them.

The last scene had Jin across the table with Taehyung having an iron on him. The members surrounded him as they did their final scenes fooling around. Afterward, they walked outside to the camera, expressing how happy they were that they were finally done.

“The Fire MV is complete!” Jen announced, clapping with the members.

“Fire~!” Jin sang

“Feel the heat!” Yoongi said, popping into the shot.

“Please enjoy the MV!” Jimin pointed.

“Go, Fire! Go BTS!” They waved goodbye.

The next morning, Jen went into her studio to see a cute note from Jungkook on her desk telling her to have a good day. He even made a tiny drawing of a smiley face on the note. There was also a pack of smarties next to it. Smiling, she ate them while going back to writing how she felt about him for songs.

Feeling a buzz on her desk, she grabbed her phone and looked at the caller ID, answering instantly. “Hey! It's been a while!”

“Hi! Wow. I’m surprised you picked up.”

“Of course I would. I’m not going to ignore you. How you been?”

“Happy. I wanted to tell you that I’m in Seoul, right now. I was wondering if we could grab a bite to eat, together. If you’re okay with it.”

Jen swung around in her chair, replying with no hesitation, “Sure, Layla. Send me the address of where you wanna go,”

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Jennie arrived at a small café where Layla had been waiting for her. Making eye contact, Layla smiled and waved while Jen made her way up to her. 

Jennie didn’t know what came over her, but she embraced her tightly, taking Layla by surprise. Despite everything that happened, she missed every good moment she had with her. Layla was not expecting the hug, widening her eyes but hugged her back tightly, missing her just as much.

“For a second, I thought I was going to get punched like Hailey.” Layla teased as they let go. 

“Nah. I have to admit, I’ve missed you.”

“I've missed you, too. Thanks for coming to see me. This means a lot.” she released her and they sat down.

“Trust me, I’m surrounded by men every day at the dorm. It is so nice to hang around you for a change.”

“I’m flattered. You still get this, right? When we were kids?” Layla pointed out what she had bought her. It was green tea and a cinnamon muffin. “You used to copy my orders to piss me off whenever you could. So, for today, I got you the same order I got...for old time’s sake.”

“Oh wow! Yeah, I remember!” she chuckled at the fond memories. “Remember the time we went to Friendly’s and I got every single thing you got?”

“Oh gosh...don’t remind me. I even asked for five cherries on top of my milkshake and of course, your ass got the same. Trinity had to escort me to the bathroom because I was about to pull your hair out.”

“I’m not sorry for that. Wow, I haven’t had a muffin and tea together in forever. It’s been a long time. I'm so used to eating other types of breakfast food these days. Thanks for buying this for me.”

“You're welcome! Aren’t you glad you came out with me, today?”

“Absolutely. What are you doing here in Seoul?” Jen took a bite out of her muffin.

Setting her tea down after a big sip, she replied, “Work related and also to just take some time to travel to new places. I’ll be going to the DR soon.”

“Lucky! I wish.”

“Hey, you have a comeback to focus on. I bet it’s going to be off the chain.”

Jen chuckled, “I hope! It’s my favorite song we made. It’s called fire. It’s pretty dope if you asked me.”

“I’ll be counting down the days for the comeback show. I’ve been writing a lot since that day with all of us in that hotel room. I have so many stories to tell. It’s getting me excited.”

“Your solo work is going to be good. Any idea what type of genre of music you want to go into?”

“R&B.”

“That suits your voice.”

“Thanks, Jen. I would love to get a Grammy someday for my music."

“You will. Anything is possible. So start saying that you will get a Grammy one day.”

Layla smiled at the thought. “I should. Do you remember all those dreams we had? We would talk for hours about what we wanted to do with our music careers.”

“Those were good times.”

“You always were talking about singing in Korean and we thought it was crazy of you to do it. But you went on and did it and you’re living your dream. Me, I am too. I’m writing the music I want to perform and I’m working on my solo stuff. Slowly but surely. We’re still young, learning and growing but we’re going to make it with our music careers.”

“No doubt about that. Muffin cheers to that.” she bumped her muffin with hers and they both took a bite, letting out a series of giggles. “Heard anything from Trin or Hailey?”

“No, not really. They kind of just fell off the face of the earth. No social media, no reports, nothing. It makes me a bit sad to see how everything is now.”

Jennie frowned, “Yeah. Deep down, I miss all five of us being buddies with each other.”

“It’s most likely going to take some time but I do hope that one day those two will come around, and just apologize for everything as grown women. Then we can move forward. Simple as that. But those two are so stubborn.”

“Very stubborn. They always want to be right.”

“Oh, I was hanging with Angelina a few days ago. We went boxing together and she almost gave me a black eye.”

Jen laughed, “Oh my gosh, why boxing?”

“In her words, she said it was to relieve all the frustration she had left for me over the years. That girl can pack a punch, my ribs still hurt from those body shots. But it was fun.”

“Yikes, I do not want to be on the receiving end of that.”

“I got another piercing, too.”

“Where?”

Layla pointed to her chest, which made Jen put two and two together.

“No way.” Jen dropped her jaw.

“Yeah! It’s my favorite!”

“Now I know getting your nips pierced hurts a lot.”

“Actually it wasn’t that bad. It was just sore.”

“You got that, I could never. How many piercings do you have now?”

“Uh...well it should be seven, right now.”

“Damn. Any more you want?”

“I want some nose piercings. But I’ll wait a little bit for that. I just hope this photoshoot goes well today.”

“Oh, you’re taking photos for work?”

“Uh huh! Doing stuff for my fans, I want to create a little photo album for them."

“That’s sweet. Ever thought of doing fan meets?”

“No, I haven’t. Any suggestions?”

“I have tons but just don’t make them have to buy hundreds of your albums for a chance to get into a fan meet. That’s something I disagree with when it comes to meeting our fans here. I just wish BTS could have regular meet and greets and all they have to do is buy a ticket. Or just buy one album for a fair chance instead of buying multiple. So you won't have to spend so much money for a chance in the lottery. But that’s how it is here, so I don’t have much say.”

“Oh nah. Yeah, I’ll do it for free. Maybe set up a location in New York. That would be fun. How’s it been over here for work?”

“I had to do a few commercials...one of them was very...cute which I cringed.” Jen thought back to the shooting.

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Jennie shook her head frequently, displeased at the fact that she would have to dance and sing cutely for the Smart Uniform commercial with G-Friend and the rest of BTS.

“Mm Mm! No. No. HELL NO. NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!”

“We’ll pay you in smarties! Come on, it’ll be fun!” Jin stated with a smile.

“Nah, fam. You gonna have to do a lot more than smarties this time. You tried it.”

The amount of suffering and cringing she dealt with when recording the song and learning the choreography in the practice room. And now here she was wearing a uniform, hanging around GFriend, feeling rather uncomfortable.

She hated this commercial with a passion, having a huge dislike for cutesy dances. It just made her feel so out of place. And fans got a kick out at how she was screaming internally in the commercial.

‘How did they make me dance and act cute like this?’ she pondered, as she felt mortified when they filmed themselves dancing. 

She stayed professional and went through with it, faking it until she made it. One thing was for sure, she would be hating Wednesdays for a few months. And now she couldn't get the song out of her head.

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“Wooooooow! Kudos for you not dying that day, hah!”

“Not funny.” Jen narrowed her eyes.

Layla found the commercial and looked at it on her phone, cracking up at Jen’s performance.

“Stop laughing~!” Miss Bangtan whined and tried to grab her phone.

“This is hysterical! You are so adorable~!”

“Shut up! And don’t get me started on the Save Me music video filming. I just kept falling and falling. One of my pairs of Nikes got so messy when we filmed. I was not happy that day.”

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On the inside, Jen was in a foul mood, having to be forced to shoot the Save Me music video in this horrible weather. She was feeling herself getting sick and was not trying to let this upcoming cold win, making mental notes to fight it as soon as she got home. Her hair was straightened for the music video but due to the rain, her curls were already popping back up, and she decided to just roll with it, staying professional. She wasn’t the only one who did not want to be here.

Looking down at her shoes, her Nikes were getting a lot of mud on them thanks to the weather, which got her even more upset.

“My Nikes are getting screwed up due to this mud. Ugh. But hey, Jennie here...cold...wet...trying to survive.” She said in front of the Bangtan Bomb camera, wearing a poncho.

Namjoon and Taehyung had huddled around her to keep her warm which helped a lot while she continued to suffer.

“Are there crabs?” Namjoon asked, looking at a nearby hole that he assumed had crabs in it. “Isn't it the crab hole?”

“I had eaten crabs a few days ago. It was very delicious.” Jen called out, making him shoot her a dirty look. A loud cackle escaped her lips at the offended look he gave her.

"Eating crabs...you're evil!"

"No, I'm not!"

This music video consisted of one take, so the members had to move around a lot behind the cameraman while another member had their camera time. They rehearsed in their raincoats/ponchos while trying to keep warm.

During filming, mistakes were made, such as Yoongi bumping into the director as he tried to film, Jennie slipping and falling, making her pants dirty as the stylists cleaned them without any issues.

“Not funny,” she called out Jungkook and Jimin who were laughing at her dirty pants. “Remember that when you want me to bake something for you.”

That shut them up quickly.

Getting soaked in the rain after many more takes for the MV, the weather was starting to get a little worse and Jen started shivering.

“So cold...I can’t even breathe with this wind.” she shivered violently.

Taehyung engulfed her in a hug from behind, to keep her warm as she continued to talk about how she was doing on camera, with him adding a comment here and there. Soon after, he grabbed her hands and blew his warm breath into them.

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“My favorite part of Save Me is the dance break. I have so much fun doing that. But the weather was not it.”

Layla snickered. “You always complain but you still get the work done. You've done it with Amity and you're doing it with BTS. How about that,”

“Yeah, some things never change. We went to Chicago a few months ago for our third BTS NOW DVD."

"Ooh, how was that? Did you win again?"

"Well..."

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In Chicago for their first day, the members got their makeup done and wore colored contacts for their photoshoot. Jen’s contacts were red as she checked herself out in the mirror.

“Now this is a look. I love this. Red eyes? This suits me pretty well.” she looked on in admiration.

‘How does it feel to be back in America?’

“Exciting! We’re here in Chicago!” she happily announced.

Jin was walking with her in the hallway of their hotel but then he tripped, making her laugh with him. 

“I was trying to be cool, but I tripped,” he explained.

“Ennie, your eyes look mesmerizing. You should wear red contacts for a comeback one day.” V pointed out.

“Maybe! That would be fun!” she grinned.

‘What will today’s photoshoot be like?’

Once they got on the bus, Jen immediately fell asleep. Having some fun, the guys decided to take selfies with her knocked out, plotting to use them for embarrassing photos to post.

‘They arrive at the first location’

“Jennie!” Jungkook called out, making her turn around. Once she saw him with his camera, she posed for him.

Seeing him taking pictures of her, Suga and Jimin butt in, posing with her, making the 97 liners laugh. After goofing around, it was Jennie’s turn to take pictures as she posed effortlessly for the camera.

Standing in front of a metal fence, she grabbed it while looking cool.

‘Jennie looking fierce.’

She then took unit photos with Jimin. Once Jungkook was done taking unit pictures with Rapmon, he stood behind Jennie as she leaned back, resting her back against his chest while they checked out Rapmon’s individual photo shoot. They laughed at how he was running for his shots. For the next shot, all the members wore unique eye makeup. With Jen, she had purple lipstick and colorful eye makeup.

In the van, Jen had her earbuds in while Jimin, Jungkook and J-Hope had their English time. Taking an earbud out, she stared at them in confusion, trying to comprehend what they were saying.

“What are you saying?” she asked in her native tongue, making them laugh.

For their next location, Jin had unit photos with Jennie against a tree, showing various expressions and poses.

“BTS Now 3 Mission Start!’

‘Choose a desired theme’

‘Create a picture with a story. The winning team receives a great prize! Which team will win?’

Once choosing teams, Jimin shouted “YES!” and ran around excitedly, which made the members curious.

“Who did you get?” V asked.

“I GOT JENNIE!” he laughed. “WOO HOO!”

“What!? No fair!” Jungkook whined.

“Sucks to be you~!” Jimin teased and turned to Jennie.

"AYEEEE!" she high fived Jimin. "Let's get it!"

Jimin and Jennie called their team JenMin. For the remaining teams, J-Hope and Jin called themselves HopeJin, Rapmon and Suga called themselves six years and V and Jungkook called each other TaeKook.

Throughout the second day in Chicago, the members got ready for more photos outside. 

With JenKook taking photos of the view, Jin and Jimin decided to mess with them.

Jimin threw a toy grenade at Jungkook. “Ennie! Jungkook! Run! Jungkook! Ennie!” he kneeled down, covering his head to try to take cover.

The couple glanced at him for a moment and then continued to check out the pictures they had taken of nature. With the toy grenade thrown at them again, this time Jin ran over to them and went down on his knees to take cover.

“AH! Jennie! Jungkook!” he yelled but did not get a reaction out of them.

The photographer told them that there were props they could use. Jen picked a skateboard for her concept, to show off the skills that her friend Kevin taught her over the years. Grabbing a skateboard, she skated around with it as the camera snapped away. It looked like she was having more fun than she anticipated, feeling elated.

“She’s so cute.” Jungkook smiled and snapped candid photos of her. One of these photos was going to be his new phone lock screen picture.

While everyone continued to set up, Jungkook had a speaker and put on Show Me Your BBA SAE, while recording himself with V. They nodded their heads back and forth to the beat and JenMin walked over to join them.

‘Let me hear you say! BBA SAE!’

As soon as the beat dropped, the Maknae Line danced and whipped their heads back and forth. Hyped, Jen began the Wutang dance, jerking her arms up and down and side to side with V trying to copy her movements.

“How do you do that?!” Jimin laughed.

“Easy! I’ll teach you!” she demonstrated for them.

It took a few tries but afterward, Jungkook restarted the song so they could Wutang with Jennie on video. The Golden Maknae even tried to convince Rapmon who was nearby to dance but he refused, laughing it off.

“Come on~!” Jen grabbed Rapmon’s hands, gesturing him to dance.

“All right, all right.” he gave in as she cheered him on with V joining him.

On the third day, they went to a house they rented to take photos. This was where their mission began. Jen and Jimin decided that their concept would be a parody of Tom & Jerry. After much debate, Jimin was Jerry while Jen was Tom.

“We have cheese!” Jimin brought out a plate of cheese.

“You’ll be eating and chilling and then I’ll come and try to chase you,” Jen suggested.

The first few shots included Jimin looking cute, and eating his cheese. Then it would show Jennie glaring at him with her arms crossed. As the photographer snapped away, she snuck up behind Jimin and tried to catch him but he quickly moved out of the way, turning away in shock. He started to run away, initiating her chasing him around. Later they were in the kitchen and Jimin had a frying pan, placing it against Jennie’s face for the photo to show that Tom was about to lose again to Jerry. After that, she was on the floor, on her stomach with a hand underneath her chin, looking annoyed at the camera while Jimin sat on her back, looking happy that he won again.

“Good! You two are done!” The photographer praised.

“Yay!” Jimin bounced up and down on top of her, making her laugh.

After their mission, the members continued with their pictures around the house. Jen, ate cheese curls while sitting next to Jungkook on the couch.

“Can I have one?” Jungkook asked.

Taking a cheese curl out of the bag, she fed it to him. Meanwhile, the camera panned up close to his face and he cutely said: “I’ll kill you.” revealing his bunny smile.

“The concept of this outfit is yellow,” he mentioned as the camera showed off what he was wearing. “It’s been a while since I wore red.”

“And he’s wearing red Nikes. I love them!” Jen pointed them out.

After the camera stopped filming them, Jungkook randomly said, “You’d look nice in red, Jennie.”

“Thanks, I wear red constantly if you hadn’t noticed.”

“That’s not what I mean.” a big grin came across his face.

It took her a second to get what he was implying before she smacked his chest.

“Dirty!” she scolded with a laugh and got off the couch.

“Babe! Come back!” he laughed harder, getting off the couch to chase after her.

Once filming was over, each team was interviewed back in Korea

‘Please introduce your team.’

“JENMIN~” the two joyfully announced and hugged each other

“It’s our ship name. We’re back JenMin shippers! We all know Jennie has a special place in her heart for me.”

“I could say the same for you,” she replied, making eye contact with him which would freak out shippers.

‘After finding out the teams, what were your thoughts?’

“CLOUD NINE! I love doing things with Jennie!” Jimin giggled.

“I was excited, too. I love working with Jimin. He’s so sweet and helpful.”

“Win or lose, we were going to have a lot of fun working together.”

‘Introduce your film’

“We reenacted a childhood cartoon of mine! Tom and Jerry!” Jen beamed. “This cartoon means so much to me. So, the fact that we got to do this was so cool.”

“We had a long debate on who would be who,” Jimin said.

“At first he didn’t want to be Jerry because he thought I was picking on him for his size. Which I wasn’t!”

“I know, I know. But still. You know how defensive I get about people calling me short.”

“Yeah, I know shortie.”

“HEY! I am taller than you!"

“I know. So, I was Tom and Jimin was Jerry.” she changed the topic, attempting to keep herself from laughing as he playfully glared at her. “Our concept was pretty simple. It’s cute and I’m sure people will like it and would want to check out some old Tom and Jerry episodes.”

When they were shown their best photo, Jen and Jimin cackled, holding onto each other.

“Your face!”

“My face? Look at yours! This turned out great!”

Everyone was in the room as they prepared to check out all the teams' photos. Six Years was first who did a parody of a horror movie.

“That’s so scary. Oh my gosh, the one when Suga is behind Rapmon with tissue paper, BRUH! His head is in the fridge.” Jen laughed. “Jimin and I voted for you guys to win. This was good.”

“Yeah, the pictures look nice.” The members agreed.

Next was to show JenMin’s photos and the members laughed at how cute the concept was. 

“I like the one when you look like you lost and Jimin is on your back. That’s cute.” Rapmon said.

“This looks natural. And I’m not surprised Jimin was Jerry. He’s tiny.” Jungkook giggled.

“I am NOT tiny!” Jimin fired back

Next up was TaeKook’s pictures. They did a parody of an animation. The members couldn’t stop laughing at V’s passionate expression in his solo photo. Their shocking visuals were the main topic.

“The kick!” Jen laughed. “That was perfect.”

Last up was J-Hope and Jin who did a parody of a movie. Some of the members talked about how chubby their faces looked and joked around that they looked ugly.

“I gained weight for the concept!” Jin exclaimed.

It bothered Jennie that they were talking about how “chubby” their faces supposedly looked. They looked just fine to her.

“Guys cut it out,” she spoke up with a frown. “They’re not ugly, they look just fine. Don’t even listen to them. It doesn’t matter if you gained a little weight, at least you’re healthy.”

“Thank you, Jennie.”

When it was time to see who won, it was revealed that TaeKook got 18 votes, JenMin got 52 votes, J-Hope and Jin had 64 votes. For the winners, Suga and Rapmon, who had 68 votes, they shouted and hugged each other when they found out they won first place.

“Woo!” Jen clapped. “Congrats guys!”

“I can’t believe we won,” Rapmon said in disbelief.

“We gave up on winning.” Suga laughed as they received a $300 gift certificate

“Sharing is caring, I hope y’all know that.” Jen reminded them

“Not today!” Suga replied, earning laughs from the members

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"Darn...sucks you didn't win that $300 gift certificate. That would've been great. But hey, I hope you win in the next BTS NOW filming, if you have another one."

"Fingers crossed! I’m sure things will work in my favor next time!” Jen reassured.

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For the next few days, Jen had been a little down after checking out prom photos on social media. She wasn’t as cheerful as she usually was and it was starting to become noticeable by the members. Some thought that it was just the time of the month but little did they know it was something much deeper than that.

“Hey, are you all right, munchkin?” Hobi had asked one day in her studio with Namjoon.

“Ah, not really. Just been a little down but I’ll feel better after a few days.” Jen shrugged.

“What’s got you down?”

“I just...I just wish I was able to experience prom,” she admitted.

“Prom?”

After that, she broke down, “Yeah. I knew the sacrifices I had to make when I came here to become an idol. I would miss out on school experiences such as prom. But just seeing everyone all decked out in their dresses, nails done, all beautiful, it just makes me sad. I will never get that American high school experience. My sisters got to go to prom. My parents got to go to prom. Angelina got to go to prom. But for me, I never will with this idol life.”

Wiping the tears from her face, she cleared her throat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all emotional. Just give me a few days to cope. I’ll feel better, soon.”

“Munchkin...” Hobi looked at her in concern.

“I will be okay.” she smiled sadly and stood up from her seat. “I need to use the bathroom.”

After watching her leave her studio, Hobi and Namjoon turn to each other.

“I didn’t think it would be this bad.” Namjoon sighed.

“I know...poor thing. What should we do?”

“Why not do prom here?”

“Plan a prom? You think we can?”

“We can figure out something. Even if it’s something small. Something for her. Let’s talk with Bang PD and then the rest of the guys about it.”

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Once the fire M/V dropped, people were pointing out Jennie’s dragon tattoo and trended it on Twitter, making edits and asking if it was real. They were shooked to see that it was even hidden too, starting from her lower stomach and then going down into her inner thigh. It looked sexy and something they were not expecting her of all people to have.

‘Jennie is your tattoo real!?’ she was spammed with questions on Twitter and Instagram.

She tweeted adding an emoji sticking out its tongue to tease the fans, ‘Curiosity killed the cat. Come and find out at your own risk.’

The reactions towards fire were insanely positive as Bangtan was trending and rising up the charts like wildfire. It was exciting and records and views were ranking up. But what was even more exciting was Jen watching these reaction videos from K-Pop reactors on YouTube and Instagram.

“I am telling YOU! I feel like G-Dragon, EXO, and whoever other idols she talks to had something to do with her because her stage presence and charisma for this music video are giving me goosebumps! Do you see my arms!?” one YouTuber yelled. “Whatever these idols are teaching this girl, they need to keep it going because she keeps getting better each comeback. This is crazy! My edges are gone, my face is cleared, and my grades are great! I am gay for Miss muthafucking Bangtan! She is that bitch! I cannot wait to see this live! And is her tattoo real!? Like got damn, I was not expecting her to be this LOUD! She is just GLOWING! Like I dunno what is going on behind closed doors but she just looks so happy and is having a blast. Jen, sis, you make me so proud~!”

Jennie smiled at that. She was glowing? That’s something she’ll never get tired of. She scrolled through Twitter to check out what fans were saying about her:

‘She is so cute!’

‘GLOWING! She is glowing! Look at her go!’

‘That NamJen moment thooooo! I ship!’

‘Go off!’

‘She better back it up!’

‘I’m living for this!’

‘MAKE JENNIE DJ AT BTS CONCERTS! #DJJENNIE4BTSCONCERT

‘BIHHHHH the facial expressions’

‘She said you a fire drill, I’m doneeeee’

‘The hair flips are giving me life!’

‘She is so extra, I love it ahahahaha’

‘She is killing it!’

‘Jen is going so hard during these dance moves, did she get whiplash?’

She chuckled at the comment. She did get whiplash a few times for being so extra while dancing but it was well worth it.

“No, they didn’t...” she said when she looked at the trending chart to see 'Jennie’s Legs' trending.

She read the comments with amusement:

‘Why did she hide her legs for so long!? They’re so toned!’

‘Choke me with your legs!’

‘Queen!’

‘Jen got a little thick and I’m here for it!’

‘My GOD!’

‘Ruining lives! She is continuously ruining lives!’

‘I’m in love!’

‘I’m straight...I’m straight...I think?? She’s making me question myself!’

‘WAIT! WAIT SHE JUST WALKED TO THE FRONT AND WENT HARD!’

Checking out more reaction videos, there was a group of male K-pop fans who looked like they were in their late teens and early 20s reacting to Fire. There was one guy specifically who was known for having a massive crush on Jennie and called her his bias. From the video, it looked like his name was Noah, as his friends would tease him and think of ship names for them. He was Caucasian and had on a Jennie shirt and BTS cap over his messy brown hair.

He seemed captivated as he stared with his mouth open slightly at her dancing. He looked so in love right now, it was astonishing to her how she could charm someone from her MV shots.

“Pause it for a second, oh my God, she is so beautiful!” Noah stared at the screen, shaking his head. “Wow...just wow.”

“You all right man?” one of his friends asked while laughing.

“Do you think she would date someone like me? She like white boys?”

That caused her to laugh as she continued to watch the video. This was too cute.

“She said she’s open to dating any race, remember?” one of his friends reminded him.

“All right, and BTS may be going to K-Con, right? I gotta meet her. Like I need to meet her in person.” Noah declared.

“You’re drooling my guy!” one of his friends laughed and nudged him. “Should we start planning a wedding? Buy her a ring? Hahah!”

As the video continued, Noah exclaimed, “You REALLY want me to watch her while she is looking like THIS? I’m a committed man, this is my wife right here. But I’m not gonna lie, I’m not sure if I can handle all that. She is so sexy.”

Some comments under the reaction video were teasing him for "wanting the chocolate" and that he looked like he was "ready to risk it all" which amused Jennie as she read them. 

She thought it was cute of him to admire her like that. She was very flattered as she pondered if she was starting to get more people to speak out about their love and admiration for her. When she first debuted in BTS, she never thought she'd be anyone's bias. But as she continued to grow as a performer, more people began to fall in love with her and it touched her heart that she was called someone's bias. 

Later that day, she decided to post a photo of her wearing the fire outfit that she took during filming with the caption,‘*Insert Jennie leg and thigh appreciation posts on Tumblr/Instagram/Twitter* #EXPOSED’ which made fans freak out.

With G-Dragon, he was in the dance studio with Big Bang. He had been watching the fire music video on his phone, mumbling to himself about how Jennie was improving.

“Is that the girl you were talking about?” Taeyang asked, checking out what he was watching.

“Yeah, that’s her. Jennie.” he smiled proudly.

“Wow! I’d like to meet her. I keep hearing you talk about her.”

“You’ll love her. She's a very gifted performer. I’ll see if I can schedule something.”

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Days before their comeback show, Jungkook had unfortunately started to get sick. It was so sudden and the company thought about having him sit out during their comeback show just so he can rest and get better. He had developed a fever and once Jen found out, she went straight to the store to pick up some items.

The protective mode of Jennie was on full blast as she came back to the dorm and went right to his room to help him. Whenever Jungkook was hurt or got sick, her focus was on him 24/7, doing everything she could to make him feel better.

Wetting a few small towels with cold water, she placed them in small plastic bags and let them stand in the freezer for a while to get nice and cold. It was a method her family used on her and her siblings when they suffered fevers.

“We need to work on strengthening your immune system,” she said, setting things up in his room.

Jungkook sat up on his bed and was handed a glass of cold water. Watching her turn her back to him to prepare the small towels, he downed the drink and placed the glass on his nightstand. 

As soon as she turned back around, she saw the glass empty and looked bewildered. “You drank it that quick?”

“Yeah, it was good.” He grinned.

“Good, drink another glass.” she gave him the second glass and he downed it quickly.

“You always take care of me.” he smiled tiredly as she kneeled beside him on his bed.

“What can I say? I like taking care of you guys.”

“Can you just take care of me though? Not the other hyungs. Jimin hyung always likes to rub it in my face whenever you take care of him when he’s sick.”

“Kook, not this again.” she giggled.

“And did you really bake him those cookies that I like after his sickness was gone? What about me?”

“So, you want me to let them suffer?”

“Yes?”

“Absolutely not!”

A whine came out of him, making her laugh. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Horrible,” he complained. “Why does this have to happen to me now? And our comeback is in a few days but I have to sit out.”

“I know it’s frustrating but your health comes first. We all want you to just rest.”

“I can’t even kiss you...” he grumbled.

She placed a hand on his forehead and was startled to feel how hot his skin was. “Wow, you’re really hot,”

“I know.”

She narrowed her eyes at his giggle and cheeky grin. “Annoying. I need you to take off your shirt so I can cool you down.”

Once he complied, she made him lay on his stomach. Taking a cold towel out of the plastic bag, she placed it over his back, making him shiver slightly from the coldness hitting his skin. After a while, the sensation began to feel nice on his body as it helped cool him down. She resumed cooling him down a few more times and made him lay on his back to place another towel on his torso.

“My bad.” she smiled apologetically at his facial expressions of discomfort from the coldness.

“Don’t worry about it, Jagi. It’ll feel good after a while,”

After cooling him down, Jungkook remained persistent to get a kiss from her.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked.

“You have a fever.”

“Please?”

“You’re sick.”

“Please?”

“Kook...”

“I love you.”

“Stop.” She tried to fight her smile.

“I love you~.”

“I love you too but I’m not kissing you.”

“Can we at least cuddle?” he pouted.

‘I hate it when he gives me that look, I can’t say no.’ she thought as she relented and got into bed with him.

Holding him, she watched him fall asleep quickly. Slowly running her fingers through his soft hair, she thought about how he didn’t feel as hot as before. The towels helped tremendously. She just hoped his fever would go away quickly.

“Ah, stop staring at him with those worried eyes. He’s going to be fine. He’ll bounce back quickly.” Hobi poked his head into the room, catching her attention.

“I wasn’t staring.” she felt her face heat up.

“Uh huh. Says the smitten munchkin. How is he doing?”

“The cold towels helped. He doesn’t feel as hot. As long as he keeps drinking water, taking medicine and I continue to cool him down, the fever should go away soon.”

“Good. I’m glad. Thanks for taking care of him. I’m happy the kid’s going to be okay. He’s in good hands because of you.”

She smiled at that. “Thanks, Hobi. I try,"