#and some songs really are just there for jokes 🤡

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

childhood friend turned celebrity headcanons

DON'T ASK WHY OR HOW COME, JUST CONSUME THESE QUIETLY AND MOVE ON 🤡

Curiouser and Curiouser...

You never thought you'd see the day where your bestie makes it big in the world of entertainment. Ace had always been bright-eyed whenever he talked about those ambitions—to dance among the stars, to shine like them, to be gazed at by tons of adoring fans. He’s been training really hard to make it here, and you’ve been cheering him at every milestone.

He'd show you his latest routine (he's been practicing hard to be noticed at the upcoming auditions!), finishing with a flourish--breathless--as he looks at your expectantly for your feedback. "Well?" Ace would demand with a smirk. "Did that make your heart skip a beat?" It's been so long since then, and he still makes every movement look so effortless, like he’s not even trying.

He's currently known in the entertainment industry as a jack of all trades, a man of many talents. Besides the singing and dancing, Ace does some VA work on the side (you're not surprised; he's always been good at doing vocal impressions). On variety shows, he even pulls out a deck of cards to do magic tricks—tricks he has practiced with you time and time again. The nostalgic memories well up inside of you every time you're flicking through the channels and catch Ace doing a trick or pulling a voice he has tested on you no less than twenty times.

You heard his latest song playing in a store the other day. His voice had floated over to you as you perused the items on display, some cheeky pop song (Fitting for him, you think), the lyrics telling of distant love. Listening to it makes your heart ache with longing. If you close your eyes, it feels as though Ace is right there beside you, serenading, as he did all those years ago.

He still has your number, still texts you whenever he has a few minutes of break on set or backstage. Ace is hot shit and he knows it. He tends to brag about his latest projects ("I'm in high demand, you know!") or asks you've seen that one film or music video he starred in. If you have, he'll fish for compliments ("Sooo, what'd you think? Was I cool or what?"). If you haven't, he'll goad you to give it a shot. ("Who knows~ You might come out of it appreciating a whole new side of me!”)

He enjoys using his connections in the fashion world to dress well daily; Ace will send you selfies of new stuff he’s wearing for a music video shoot or whatever he got gifted from a fashion brand he worked with. He demands to know your opinion—he wants to hear you tell him how cool and handsome he is!

Ace will frequently tell you about his fans and how dedicated they are to him. It's not that he cares about them any more deeply than their relationship as an idol and a fan, he just does it to observe your reactions and to see if you get jealous when he mentions them.

Sometimes he'll play coy when you initiate the texts; he'll leave you on read and then respond veeery late into the day with a joking "Didja miss me? Desperate for my attention? Don’t worry, I know you’ll always be my biggest fan.”

He shamelessly saves you VIP tickets to his live shows (though he’ll claim he just “happens to have it” on hand). While he’s performing, Ace makes extra effort to throw fanservice your way—and while the fans around you squeal and insist he’s looking at them, you know deep in your heart that his heated gaze is reserved for you and you alone.

After those shows, he’ll of course insist that you come see him backstage. You’ll sit on the couch and wait for him to change into his plainclothes—complete with a baseball cap, sunglasses, and mask to hide his identity—then he’ll walk you home, an arm wrapped around your shoulder. “We could take my private car,” he mutters, “but I think I like having you all to myself, without the chauffeur butting in.”

You worry that someone might spot you, that there will be a massive scandal—but Ace takes it all in stride. “Yeah? Well, if it happens, it happens. Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have you as my partner in crime~”

This wasn’t the career path Deuce thought he’d end up in, but life works in strange and mysterious ways. You were out chilling with him one day when a recruiter came up to Deuce and offered his card. He wasn’t going to entertain it until you encouraged him, and well… from there, it snowballed into unexpected stardom.

A lot of his work comes in modeling, just because it’s simpler for him to not overthink about answers to give or how to act on set. Often you’ll be browsing a fashion magazine and stumble across a full page or even a spread of Deuce in a bomber jacket posed against a vehicle—a magical wheel, a car. Sometimes he’s staring wistfully at the scenario, his profile cutting a sharp figure, and other times his gaze is right on you, intense as the sun on the ocean blue. When did he become so manly? you wonder. It must be the professional lighting and styling.

Deuce has had to work twice as hard as his peers to get to where he is. He isn’t super coordinated, and he’s pretty slow at learning new things—but it’s his passion and his willingness to get back up again and again that’s admirable. You stay up late with him, clapping to the beat of the music and calling out numbers to help out, but really Deuce thinks it’s your company that’s motivating him to keep going.

His public image is that of a cool and tough beauty with a vulnerable side. In interviews, he tends to bring up being raised by a single mom and how tight he is with her, as well as his love of eggs and baby chicks—all things you already knew about him well before his era of popularity, That always gets the audience tearing up or cooing about how cute he is. When he trips over his words or stumbles, that only adds to his appeal. That clumsiness contrasts well with his coolness, and you’re just glad that the rest of the world can appreciate that about him.

His mom, Dylla, still chats with you! You remember her hosting you as a kid, offering cute little hard boiled eggs cut up into little white rabbits and gushing about how cute her son looks in the fuzzy bunny onesie she got for him with her savings. These days, Dylla doesn’t want for much but still keeps in touch. You’ve noticed that she’s been asking a lot about her son and what you think about him. You reassure her that you’re close, which makes her laugh in a boisterous way.

In one of the talk shows he’s on, Deuce is asked what his “type” is. He takes a long time to mull it over, taking the question very seriously, then settles on… “Truth be told, there’s someone I’ve had a crush on for the longest time. They’ve been with me since the start of my career, and I don’t think I’d even be where I am now without them. They’re always so kind and supportive, but… I worry about things changing between us. Every time I think about telling them how I feel, I chicken out.” The crowd awwwws and the host asks the viewers to hype Deuce up, turning the atmosphere in the studio electric.

He’s not totally sure how to deal with fans quite yet. He has confided in you that he doesn’t think he will ever truly get the hang of it. At meet-and-greets, Deuce will shake their hands, smile, bow at a 90 degree angle to thank everyone for their support. But then his face lights up when you make it to the front of the line, and his posture completely relaxes. “You came to see me,” he whispers in disbelief. “I wanted to surprise you,” you say, taking his hand. And suddenly, he feels warm and safe, right at home with you.

He gets so embarrassed when he sees that you own his merch and even save magazines with his image on them. “I gotta archive your journey to higher and higher heights,” you joke. “Hey, remember how I’d always tell you to remember me when you’re rich and famous? You stuck to your word.” But Deuce says he’s nothing special, that he only got lucky because you’re by his side. Of course he wouldn’t forget you. “To me, you are…” but his words hang there, not knowing how to finish.

Deuce is still careless at times when he hangs out with you. He will usually forget to wear a disguise, so you have to tut and help him sort out something on the fly. You lend him your jacket (wrong size), your hat (oof, it’s going to smell like your shampoo), even comb your fingers through his hair to try and get it to look different. Deuce accepts the items and swears he’ll wash them and return them to you when next you meet.

Despite it all, Deuce stays humble. The same old Deuce you’ve known since you were kids, the guy promises to beat up the schoolyard bully that made you cry and carries your stuff when your arms are full. He promptly replies to your texts and calls—and once, he left on his magical wheel in the middle of a gig when you said you needed him. (His manager wasn’t too happy about that, but Deuce gladly took the scolding.)

You tease him about how he presents in public versus in private. He comes off as so stoic in those glossy high fashion mags, but he’s always so earnest and open with you. He flushes and turns away, muttering, “I-I guess I feel comfortable around you. I don’t feel like I have to pretend to be someone I’m not.”

[f14fun]

pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 6

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername: living out my best sugar baby life thanks to @/maxverstappen 1 😈😈 ty schatze ❤️💦🤤

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maxverstappen1: You're welcome mein leibling ❤️

user1: BYE what alternate reality joke thingie have i stumbled upon🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻

user2: i feel lost, confused, and BETRAYEDDD

user3: she got that million dollar baby life coming her wayy 🤑🤑💸

user4: chat... i fear that the flirting... erm... m-m-may not be a joke anymore

yourusername: hmmm... maybe not... do you agree?? senpai-san? 🥹🥹🥹

maxverstappen1: GTFO my face with that bullshit.

user5: deffo still friends (that fuck) BUT FRIENDS. 😭😭

user6: BYEEEE 😢😓

landonorris: Well well well... aren't YOU the reason why Max is "booked out" for the next week.

landonorris: YOU TRAITOR 😡😡😡

yourusername: @/maxverstappen go tell your girlfriend, that i'm your girlfriend

user7: WHAT?

user8: ???? I AM CONFUSION

maxverstappen1: Now Y/n, what did we say about quoting pop culture references/song lyrics to me...

yourusername: 😢😢😢 i'm super duper sworry

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris GTFO 🚪

landonorris: WHAT WHAT WHAT???

landonorris: I'm just friends with a big bunch of traitors 😓

georgerussell63: Wtf mate??

oscarpiastri: Hello?? So mean Lando... Not chill at all 😞

user9: BACKTRACK?? IS SHE FR DATING MAX???

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾

pls let me know if this chapter was funny, i'm feeling extremely unfunny these days y'all's (ik right, impossible 🤡🤡😞) just because i've been burdened with the task of *unfortunately* summer school

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[hotluncheddie]

For the @steddie-spooktober day 17 prompt : hayride

rated: T | cw: none | tags: Steve Harrington owns a farm, Eddie Munson is a clown, fluff

🤡🤡🤡🤡

Steve is on the last leg of the days final hay ride rout. It’s been another weekend of setting up and making sure all the stalls are covered with their seasonal workers, checking in with health and safety and ensuring the entertainers got the newest version of the final Halloween themed weekend schedule, before everything shifts to the Christmas holiday themes.

But it went off without a hitch, another solid season overall.

The farm had been his passion project. Built thanks to his Grandad’s sudden death and meticulous stipulations that all his money go to his only grandson. Freeing Steve completely from under his father’s thumb and allowing him breathing space to finally do something he enjoyed. Even if he is using the business degree his Dad bullied him into, it’s definitely not the route his father wanted for his life.

But Steve loves it. Every moment. Working outside, with people he trusts, like Robin who runs the creative side, marketing a decorating and generally making the place look amazing. Being an honest to god farmer, much to his mother’s chagrin gives him a real sense of purpose and pride, every pumpkin he manages to grow is like a pat on the back.

And, privately, Steve gets to give kids the kind of memories that he could only dream of when he was younger. And that’s worth more than anything.

That last thing is part of the reason why he so often spends the last couple hours of opening running the hay ride. He gets to hear the families and kids enjoy their time together, react to the view and the wooden characters Robin painted, huddle into their coats and snuggle in close. It’s magic. Steve loves it. So he drives the tractor as often as he can.

It’s great. He loves his life, he really does. But, unfortunately, it can’t all be perfect. This season in particular has had one little problem. One bit of danger.

The danger which just so happens to be the first thing he sees as he rounds the last bend of the hay ride. Eddie. Their newest entertainment hire and the thorn in Steve’s side.

He’s way too hot for Steve to be any kind of normal around him.

A honest to god clown. With tricks and magic and jokes and songs. With his little autumn themed outfit and matching makeup. Steve’s heard nothing but good things about him, a shoe in to be rehired every season going forward. The crowds can’t get enough of the guy.

Which is all great. If Steve didn’t have a disgustingly huge crush on him.

Even dressed fully in his clown paint and outfit he’s hot.

It really shouldn’t be hot.

But it is.

And Steve can’t even think about what he looks like in his normal clothes because he could honestly start to get hard thinking about it. The guy is insane.

Not to mention one of the kindest sweetest people ever. To everyone, but it seems to Steve especially. He can’t count the amount of times Eddie’s made him blush just from being so sweet or a little flirty or a little tease.

So really, it’s been hell, the whole season, because I Steve can’t work out a way of asking the guy out that doesn’t make him come off as some creepy boss.

And now Eddie’s there, waiting for Steve at the end of the hay ride. And Steve has no damn clue why.

Steve parks and opens the gate for people to file out. Waving and thanking them for coming, hoping to see them soon.

He stalls until everyone is gone, until the section of farm is empty except the two of them.

Steve bites his lip, jumping up to grab the tractor keys so he can have another moment not looking at Eddie.

Eventually though, he turns, smiles. ‘You good man?’ He asks.

Eddie nods. Looking fidgety. He’s still in his clown makeup but his costume’s been replaced with black jeans and a padded flannel.

Steve crosses his arms and tries not to think about that way the denim stretches over his thighs.

Eddie takes a deep breath. ‘I know you’re my boss and all. But, well, my last shift just finished and I would love if you extended my contract, seriously, but. I’d honestly kick myself if I didn’t at least try.’ Eddie says in a rush.

Steve scrunches his eyebrows.

Eddie revels a bouquet of balloon flowers from behind his back, shy through the face paint, biting his red lip.

Steve is lost for words, mouth opening and closing dumbly.

This is the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to him.

‘This is the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.’ He says, dumbfounded.

Eddie smiles, his whole face lighting up. ‘Steve Harrington, will you please go on a date with me?’ He asks.

Steve laughs, takes the flowers and sniffs them just to hear Eddie’s giggle. ‘Yeah.’ He whispers. ‘I’d really like that.’

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[echowithpain]

I'd say the only unrealistic expectation I have for season 7 is for the 100th episode to be a musical lol

Buck starts singing HSM while Eddie slowly gets more annoyed and Buck accidentally pegs him in the face with a basketball while trying to recreate a dance move 🏀

He feels bad and goes to talk to Maddie

They have a cute sibling duet that gives him the confidence to go back to Eddie and apologize

Since it's a musical episode Buck tries to end the apology by singing only for Eddie to tell him no (lmao) and if he really wants to make it up to him, he can do it by helping Chris with his homework while he's picking up extra hours

Eddie asks Bobby what's up with Buck's singing and Bobby says something about people expressing themselves in different ways idk. Bobby starts singing a little tune while putting away dishes or preparing to cook and Eddie just rolls his eyes

During homework, Buck tells Chris about what happened at the basketball court and how he tried to apologize to Eddie while getting him to sing but "apparently he doesn't like singing". Chris says "no he does, you just need the right song." Chris then teaches Buck a song his teacher taught his class to help them memorize something for a test or something like that

It's late and Buck goes back to the station to talk to Eddie as soon as he gets off work and apologize again, this time no singing cause he hasn't found the right song yet. Eddie puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and gently tells him it's okay, he's already forgiven, didn't hurt, etc.

Then to prove he's not upsET EDDIE STARTS SINGING TO BUCK AMD THEY HAVE A BUDDIE DUET THATS GONNA BE BEAUTIFUL AND PROBABLY THE FIRST TIME THE GA WILL SEE THESE TWO IN A SOMEWHAT ROMANTIC LIGHT LETS GOOO!!!! Especially with some new viewers from the network move

Idk how this went from musical episode to first signs of Buddie canon but here we are. I can put my clown makeup on with my eyes closed lmao

Yes I know some of those scenes are probably from different episodes entirely but I don't care. It's fun to speculate again ✨

Also if the 100th episode isn't exactly like what I said word for word then the show is literally unwatchable. 0/10 would not recommend (for legal and mental reasons this is a joke. And so am I 🤡)

[marengogo]

6 : “Happy Singles Day! …” Mistakenly Thought Marengo

Listening to a Love Wins All x BTS love songs playlist 

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

–🐺–🐺–🐺–

Hello my dearest Gurls, Bois, Enbys and everyone in-between 💜 and

HAPPY SINGLES DAY!

… not.

Singles day is actually November 11, as in 11/11, as in 1 - 1 - 1 - 1, as in single, single, single and; SINGLE. LONG TIME AGO, a very young-uni-student-Marengo, somehow, mistakenly read today to be singles day, but in fact today is Singles Awareness Day 🤡LOL. So the joke is on me, but matter 👏🏾 does 👏🏾 not 👏🏾! Marengo shall privately keep celebrating Singles Day on the 15th of February because every time she had, she did on today’s date. Granted, I hadn’t had to celebrate it for a long-long minute, but … here I am in 2024.

Granted I’m a bit rusty but, what I always used to do, without fail was:

Buy Salted Caramel & Rose macarons from Pierre Marcolini

Buy a very expensive bottle of red wine

Watch Magic Mike XXL

Haven’t got around watching Magic Mike XXL yet as I’m here writing to you all duh, but here is a picture of the first 2 points.

The bottle didn't come with that neck piece, I put that there because you could see me in the reflection; don't mess with my camera game! 😎

So before anybody starts, I’m not celebrating today because I’m bitter at people who are in love or a couple. I might have been, A LONG TIME AGO, when I started celebrating this day, but as I grew up, it became more of a luxurious and pampering habit, particularly once I realised, and gradually understood, just how beautiful love actually is. And then, when it became my time to experience it 🎊🎉🪄, yeah … LOVE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING. In fact, I actually love LOVE. I love watching people fall in love, I love just the feeling of love itself, you could even say that I love the thought of a love potential, just as much as I love the potential of a love thought … 😜.

But just like a beautiful rose, love can hurt, no matter how careful, unexpected/unseen thorns can still get you. Yet, you shouldn't hate the rose, right? “I gotta be more careful …” that should be the brains immediate reaction, but sometimes, the amygdala works real hard, with unpaid overtime, keeping us away from roses until we figure out how to better tackle them, and some other times, it just makes us give up on roses entirely, which is a shame but it is what it is sometimes, because roses are really so so so precious, no matter what your favourite flower might happen to be. My favourite flowers are Forget-me-nots, but I will never deny the charm of a rose and I’ve learned to not hate them through time, even when, or even though, I might be deadass afraid of them.

Falling in love is like deciding to take care of your own personal rose/s. You will naturally like many different flowers and will naturally nurture them, rightfully so. Yet, at the same time, there might come a time when you’ll desire to also cherish in having a rose. Some might want roses to boast at their beauty, some simply like a challenge, but all in all, for many, if they could only manage to take care of even just one singular rose, for as long as they possibly can, without it dying; they’d consider it a great achievement and I'd agree. Roses don’t smell like boo-boo, but without LEC (Love, Effort and Care) they are indeed hard to keep, and will quickly perish.

… So what does this have to do with Singles / Singles Awareness Day?! Bitch you are making me feel much worse than before! Like STFU FR. There is a reason why I watch Magic Mike XXL. I really don’t give two shits about the first magic Mike, like I don’t even remember it. Yet XXL ⚠️SPOILER ALERT⚠️ Has as a main plot the main character not ending with whom he thought was the love of his life, right from the start, and instead discovering the value of having a solid community and believing in one’s self ⚠️ END OF SPOILER ⚠️ helps me remind myself that if I am unable to find a rose to take care of, or if I am not ready to do so either, I should remember that I myself am a rose and I should treat myself as such; with love, effort and care.

So today isn't a day where I hate those who have found and are bravely keeping love. No. Today is a day where I think of what could be, mourn what could have been and remember that the me of now also deserves love in the form of macrons, expensive wine and a feel good movie. So if you are single, have been for a while, or always have been, try not to obsess over having that garden of roses. Take care of your flowers first, make sure they are healthy! I’ve neglected “my forget-me-nots” for a bit too long now, so I have some cathcin gup to do, and don’t forget you are a rose yourself; take good care of yourself, be kind to yourself; love yourself. 

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo

@ejassy @chikooritajjk @stormblessed95 Thank you so much and I love you, my unique flowers.

[pseudowho]

Hi Haitch, relationship anon here 🤡

So we ended up going out that night and it had some really nice moments! Nothing too crazy happened because I ended up babysitting a bunch of drunk adults and my friend cockblocked carpooled with us. She unfortunately knew she was cockblocking us and whenever we’d be having a moment, she’d bring up her cheating ex and ask if she should get back together with him (I’m not going to talk to her for a hot minute).

Anyway, here’s some things that happened:

•I bought him a stuffed panda from the zoo so when he got into my car, he got all excited and happy because I remembered that he wanted to see the pandas.

•He happily shared his redbull with me and was adding music to my playlist all night while we drove.

•One of my new favorite songs started to play (“You’re Invited” by The Dare) and he was singing along with me because I had sent him a tiktok about the song (it was mainly about one of the lyrics being “let’s have a baby in my Mercedes/You lost the rubber? Let’s have another”. Did not know the man had a breeding kink) and he knew I liked the artist so he started listening to them

•When I was talking about moving out and getting an apartment, he said “I’m getting a drawer, right?”. The friend we had brought along asked where I’m moving to and my guy said “to (his city) obviously.”.

•Asked me and only me what my schedule was looking like for the upcoming week. When I told him how busy I was, he said “oh so you hate me and don’t want to hang out with me?” And got all excited when I said I’ll try to make it work

•The club was an hour away so my sister had texted me saying that I shouldn’t drive back and should get a hotel. He saw that and says “you don’t seem like a one bed trope girl.” And I said “of course not I’m an enemies to lovers” he then replied with “it’s a good thing you hate me right?”

•At the club, he stood next to me pretty much all night. He kept telling me jokes and started to dance next to me. He let me drink a few sips from his cran vodka and kept getting me waters because I wasn’t drinking. Whenever a guy came to talk to me, he’d pop up pretty soon after. He kept finding excuses to touch my back, my arm, or my leg and I really didn’t mind it at all.

•After the club, it was pretty cold and we went to eat. My friend needed a top to cover herself up with and I offered her my scrub jacket, the sheerish shirt I was wearing, and my guy friend’s jean jacket. She close my shirt so I just put the jean jacket over my bra. My guy friend got all giddy and kept telling everyone that I was wearing his jacket.

•We were talking about chainsaw man while we were eating and he was teasing me about how much I like Kishibe. The friend that had carpooled with us kept interrupting because she doesn’t fuck with anime and was trying to change the subject but he just kept changing it back.

•After we finally dropped off my friend, both of us were pretty annoyed with how she was acting with the whole cockblocking and talking about getting back with her ex. My guy was trying his best to lighten the mood but it was kinda clear that the vibe was gone :(.

•When we were outside his place, he just kept looking at me and I felt like there was something he wanted to say, but nothing happened. He told me that he hope I got home safe and I drove home listening to cigarettes after sex.

I feel like less of a clown!!

Tuhhhhh!

Nothing wrong with taking it slow, but fuck your self-centred friend for pulling the spotlight onto her any time you guys had a moment 🙄 I'd reconsider how much time I spent with that blatant pathology. You need a friend who sits back with glee and celebrates your romance, not one who gets jealous and self-absorbed and tries to make it about her.

I love these updates by the way. Good thing you hate this guy, huh? 😏

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[mrs-monaghan]

I ain't gonna lie. JK kinda being a bit of a shit stirrer today. Why is he posting pictures adding up to 13 like he's baiting Jimin, but posting the food in the same set of dishes that Tae owns? Tae already showed that dish set in his story not long ago. Kinda like that day JK said Jimin was his, but turned around and said Tae was his. JM's in NY minding his business, while JK's kinda being messy. Well, at least both sets of shippers are happy & fighting at the same time over who JK is really posting for.

Anon, come closer. Let me show you something.

Remember this?

Okay. Wonderful then I'm sure you remember that atrocity they did of photoshoping V on Jimin's face. See if u can find it among all these times where they replaced Jimin with V.

These assholes didn't even try 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ That's one of the most iconic Jikook moments of all time. If you're gonna try to copy at least put in some effort 🙄🙄

That's one.

2) Remember when Jimin said the best part that represented him was the timestamp 1:23 on the One Day MV?

Remember how JK started recommending songs to army and pausing the songs at 1:23? He did this continuously without fail. (Manilla fight)

Even when sometimes the part made no sense. More on this here.

When Jikookers started celebrating this guess what the vermin did? They took the 123 theory and decided to relate that to Vkook. Even though they never would have done that shit, if Jikookers didn't point it out. According to them, 123 was about Tkk because V was born on 12th December 🤦🏽‍♀️

Shouldn't it have been 1230 then?? Why did they get rid of the 0? For convenience as always. 🙄🙄 Well, joke's on them, because JK stopped doing this. This is one of the earliest moments of JK debunking Tkkrs.

3) When Jkkrs noticed the JM and started talking about it.

The vermin said the tiger was about them. Because V's animal is a tiger.

Fuck the fact that the tiger and Korean culture go hand in hand. But guess what JK did when he met Poly C? He👏🏾covered👏🏾that👏🏾shit👏🏾up! Sure the man and the rest of BTS hated how the SK government were treating them. Sure he hates how he can't even show the world who he's in love with due to his homophobic country, so he decided the Tiger didn't mean that much to him after all. But I bet he saw a chance to kill 2 birds with one stone and he did. Fuck SK and fuck Tkkrs. Boom! Done.

4) When Karmy nick named Jikook the Sun and Moon duo because satellite Jeon is always orbiting Jimin like the moon orbits the sun, The vermin also started calling Tkk the Sun and Moon duo. Their reason? Don't ask me. Idk and idc. Too bad though, coz even BH knows who are the REAL Sun and Moon duo

5) While we are on the "mine" topic. Karmy already explained the difference between JK saying Jimin is his Vs when he said (warning RIP your algorithm if you click on this) V is his. According to Karmy, with V it came off more like a statement. With Jimin it was possessive, AF. And I agree. Not just because I'm a Jikooker, but because you don't need to be Korean to hear the difference.

For context: An army asked JK to give Jimin to them and JK was like; he's mine. But here is what u have to keep in mind. The V one came way, way, waaaaaay later than the Jimin one. As soon as he said Jimin was his, the vermin kept pestering JK with the same thing the former Army asked about Jimin. So going by JK's tone, it seems to me like he said what he said about V, to shut them up. 🤷🏽‍♀️ The difference is in the tone, guys. U don't gotta be Korean to hear it.

These are just a few examples. And now you're telling me, even though our numbers theory makes more sense, Tkkrs are claiming what JK is doing on weverse for themselves because of a plate?? A plate? Really.

This is just like when they decided Tkk went snowboarding because of a pair of shoes. Like no one else owns those shoes apart from JK and V 🤡 Again, someone please explain to me how people take them seriously. Please. They want what we have soooooo bad. They have always wanted what we have.

Jin can grab V's balls or whatever tf this was. Taejin what goes on??? 🧐🧐

And the vermin did not bat an eye. Not one fucking peep from them. But in the same memories 2021, Jimin gets embarrassed and does the simple act of hiding his face in JK's neck (something he has done for years BTW)

And ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!!!

You cannot tell me these people don't know Jikook is real. If they didn't see what we see they wouldn't want what we have so bad. And they certainly wouldn't feel so damn threatened.

So anon, JK owning the same plate as V, cannot even be compared to JK making a post on Jimin time. It ain't and will never be the fucking same. Please.

[theflyingfeeling]

so yeah, I went to the BC signing session at Nokia Arena today, because what else would I, a full-grown adult with a respectable dayjob, do on a wintery Saturday if not stand in a queue freezing my toes off surrounded by sugar-high teenagers for hours, just to exchange a few words with some band dudes? 🤡

(wrote this for me as to remember at least something about it afterwards, but you may read this as well <3)

The queuing part was every bit as shitty as it always is when queuing to any BC event really, but I was in high spirits and great company who were polite enough to laugh at my shitty amazing jokes 🥰

Niko was so soft and nice and aaaaaaaaaa the way he laughed so heart-warmingly at the silly (practiced) thing I said?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I want to put him in my pocket <3

So when I was a kid I used to collect stickers (this is relevant, trust me), especially dog stickers because dogs are cute, and I happen to have a full page of dachshund stickers that look exactly like Rilla, so I thought I'd give Aleksi a couple of those, and the other day I jokingly checked my local supermarket's sticker selection to see if they have any more fun stickers I could give him, and lo and behold I actually found some cool Spider-Man ones, and naturally I JUST couldn’t help myself 😂 and awwwwwww the way his entire face brightened up and he went "NO WAY!! 🤩" when he saw the dachshund ones aaaaaaa 😭💞😭💞😭💞😭 he said he'll put them on his laptop where he has also collected other stickers 🥺💞 I gave them in a Minigrip bag so that he hopefully won't lose them before he gets home (see the picture below for the stickers)

Aleksi’s hair looked super fluffy btw 🤲 you're welcome for this crucial information

The last time I saw Olli at a signing session I was so blown away by his beauty that I could barely speak a word to him, so this time I was determined to actually have some sort of a conversation with him, and I did succeed, even if we only talked about the weather (my go-to conversation topic) 😂 it's difficult to translate the Finnish word tarjeta, but basically I asked him how's the weather been in Oulu, and he said it's been cold ("Mites Oulussa on tarettu?" "Kylmä on."), but apparently he actually likes cold weather, my reply being "well I don't you fucking weirdo &lt;3"

Joonas heard this intellectual exhange of opinions and put in his two cents as he told me how they had recently visited Oulu and that it had been significantly colder than in Helsinki 👍

Also, as you may have seen from pictures by now, he was wearing no shirt under his blazer and yeah, I may have taken a good look at his rug while he was signing my totebag 👁️👄👁️ In my defence, he had it out for everyone to see, so where else was I supposed to look? His eyes? 🙄

At that signing session I went to in Stockholm last year (see the link above) I didn't manage to say a damn thing to Tommi lol (I blame Joel and Olli), so that was my other goal for this time and yaaaay, success! I didn't say much to him though, just "hi" and "ah darn, is that bloody marker not working? and here I thought I had bought a good one" ("Olin ostavinani hyvän tussin")

For context: I had brought my BC totebag (which I bought exactly 2 years ago tomorrow and have used maybe twice during all this time) with me for them to sign, and as I wasn't sure if they'd have fabric markers, I had gone and bought one for the purpose myself, and I had tested it (on paper) at home, but I guess the cold weather had affected the ink, so it was working quite poorly. They all did manage to scribble down their autographs though, and the extra time it took for them to do so offered me some extra time to chat with them, which was nice actually 🤭 (hehe sneaky meeee)

To Joel I said the new song is great ("Helevetin hyvä se uus biisi"), which he was pleased to hear. He gave me back my totebag but not my marker, so I had to ask for it lol, to which he said his brain was not working properly anymore (felt 💀), to which I said that at least he hasn't been standing in the freezing cold for hours, to which he said: "yeah, you're the actual heroes here" and hell yeah we are lol, I wouldn't do this shit for any other band 😌

Then he tried to give me the autograph card of the next person in line dfdggdgdgddd poor Joel, I guess his brain really wasn't working

Afterwards my mouth was SO dry from talking so much in such a short time lol, but I was happy I got to say most of the stuff I had wanted to say to them. I was planning to show Aleksi a picture of our family dachshunds like I had done in Stockholm, but with all the hassle with the marker I kinda forgot about it (I kept grumbling about the shitty marker to literally all of them except Joel), and anyway I didn't want to slow down the queue any more than I already was 🙈

After the signing session we had pizza and went to the local Christmas market that just opened today and I bought some organic coffee beans for my brother for Christmas, so all in all I had a lovely day (ignoring the cold-as-balls weather) 🥰💞

here are the stickers I gave to Aleksi:

and here's my freshly-signed totebag (why is Olli's autograph so cute 🥺)

(I know it looks like there are some strange stains on the tote but there really isn't, as I said I've barely ever used it, so I guess it's just the fabric doing a weird thing in that lighting)

[count-alucard-tepes]

Tragedy strikes! OP Hottie is separated from their pregnant S/O and has been searching for them for five years!

After so much time, dead ends, and nearly giving up, OP Hottie is finally reunited with their S/O and meets their smol child for the first time.

Kizaru ✨: he would be nervous to try and connect with the child as he never really got along with kids but he tries his best.

Akainu🌋: he immediately wants to know everything about his child. He missed out on too much already.

Ryokugyu 🌱: for him, it’s a lot to deal with since he didn’t even know that he’s a father so it’s taking him a long time to process that first.

Fujitora 🐅: he finds it challenging at first to connect but immediately he feels like it comes natural with him to be a dad.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s a lot for him to deal with but he’s just happy they’re safe and now he can try to be the best dad he can be. He wants to learn more about the kid so he often spends a lot of time just chatting and bonding.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: he definitely takes on his daddy role and takes his child wherever he goes as he doesn’t want to miss another moment…even to warlord meetings so the baby can meet daddy’s special ‘friends’.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he always felt like it was in his fate to be a dad so it comes natural to him and him and the child bond immediately.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: he has always been a father figure to his siblings so when it comes to caring for his child, he’s ready though he is nervous that they would get scared of him.

Killer🔪: he is so excited to be a dad as he always wanted that in his future and now that it’s happening, he wants to be the best he can by spending quality time with the kid.

Kaido🐉: he immediately sobers up because he doesn’t want to be like that around his kid and wants to shower them with love.

King 👑: he’s taken back by it all but quickly understands that he needs to get to know his kid and even teach them how to fly.

Queen👑: he is not overly thrilled but he tries his best by singing them a song and trying to get them to sing with him.

Izou🔫🔫: he loves children and knows how to bond easily with them so he talks to his child gently and cooks for them before spending quality time.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: he doesn’t know what to do, he knows he looks intimidating and that his kid is gonna hide for a while but he tries his best to talk with them so they get comfortable.

Oven Charlotte 🍞: he bakes all the chocolate smothered goodies he can think of and then bonds over them with his child.

Buggy🤡: he is nervous because he hasn’t been around children and he doesn’t know what would be the best way so he just cracks some awkward jokes.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he immediately wants to hug and love on the kid but he knows it takes time for the child to warm up so he tries to bond with them on walks or even takes them to the skies.

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: he tries to figure the child out first by not coming too strong or scary, he wants them to like him.

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he is over the moon to be a dad and becomes smothering at times but he has good intentions.

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: it takes him sometime to register that he’s a dad and that he needs to step up and be there for his kid. He wants to have no regrets.

Gecko Moria🦇: he accepts his child with open arms and jumps onto his dad-mode.

Iceburg💜: he wants to treat his child like an animal he just found…like making a new friend. He doesn’t know how to properly be a dad, but he’s gonna try.

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: he feels odd to all of a sudden to be a dad but he isn’t going to be a dead beat, he wants his heir to have everything they need and loves on the child endlessly.

Rob Lucci🐆: he is taken back that he is a father now but he knows he needs to take responsibility so he dives head first to be involved in the child’s life and care for them.

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6 Week Challenge Week 5 Day 4 5/12/24

Here's the "cheesecake" I made yesterday :D

Today I:

Went to class

Picked up a few items at the shop on the way home

Ate lunch

Had some bedrotting time 🤡 this week has taken it out of me and I was lying down half conscious for almost 3 hours just scrolling, my only consolation is that I've nothing pressing to do and I haven't rotted for a long time so not as bad

Took out the bins

Welcomed my housemate home, they've been at home for 2 weeks now and they finally came back today :D

Tutored - I had tech issues for the first 15 mins so I extended the session to make up for it

Rotted a bit more

Had dinner

Hung out with my housemates <333 for the past 10ish days it's been very quiet in the evenings with me and one housemate, but now another is back the evenings in the living room are filled with bickering and silly vocal stims and incomprehensible inside jokes :)

Daily joys:

I love the big playlist of 100 songs Spotify wrapped gives you - I listen to music in small themed playlists, so getting a bit playlist with Every Song I Like is always exciting!! It kept me company on the nearly 1 hour round trip of walking today (shoutout to being on the furthest campus building from my house for my class)

I've really missed the energy of me and my two uni besties hanging out, it's really only been a few days but it feels like ages!!

Goals progress:

I answered and asked a couple questions in class!! I can't lie, the way my tutor explains things is a tad confusing sometimes but I'm less clueless than I was before, victory :)

I got the mark for my group project this week, which brings my continuous assessment mark to 15% / 20% :D there's 2 final assignments next week so I could potentially get 17% if I pass those but my goal has been achieved 😌 that 15% will be very useful for my exam

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Adorable, but mainly ridiculous 1

Choi Beomgyu/ Reader

Friends to lovers; Best Friends; Mutual Pining; Fluff and Bad Jokes; Cuddles, Kisses and Confession

tw: a scene with aggressive drunk people

wc: 9662 (Chapter 1 & 2 in total)

Gyu🐻🤡: On a scale from 1-10, how adorable do you find me?

You: You’re ridiculous.

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, you already said so, but also adorable. Gyu🐻🤡: I need it more specific now. 

You: Why?

Gyu🐻🤡: Don’t laugh Gyu🐻🤡: Writing some lyrics for the second melody 

You: And you wanna include how adorable I find you on a SCALE?

Gyu🐻🤡: You know, you could just say 'Oh, how romantic, he’s writing a song about me'

You: You write a song about how adorable you are… You: Yes, really ROMANTIC

Gyu🐻🤡: … Gyu🐻🤡: That’s only one fucking line! You don’t have the context!!! Gyu🐻🤡: Come on :(

You: 2

Gyu🐻🤡: You always need 2 in your life, huh? Gyu🐻🤡: Good that my guitar and I are always ready to be your partners in a threesome ;)

You: YOU You: ARE You: RIDICULOUS 

Gyu🐻🤡: But you love me, hehe :D

You: I should have listened to you when you warned me to not fall for you, now I’m stuck

Gyu🐻🤡: Mean!

You: :*

‘Damn it!’

The train was too late. There was no chance of getting home before 11pm now. 

You took out your phone and dialed Beomgyu’s number. However he did not pick up.

Probably still at practice, you thought. 

Annoyed you walked around the train station to find a bench that was still empty. 

Bad luck must have conquered your path today, because every seat was taken and people did not bother to put their backs down to create some space. 

How considerate, you sarcastically huffed internally.

You quickly made your way to a corner where you could wait in peace, away from the crowd. 

The day was hot and the usual already unpleasant smell of the city met the sweaty masses of people. Therefore you welcomed the colder air that the vanishing sun initiated. 

Slowly but surely the train station emptied and you finally sat down, exhaling in relief. 

Your phone screen lit up and showed a message from your best friend. 

Gyu🐻🤡: Just finished practice. What’s up?

You: Train got delayed, I’m stuck for 2 more hours, pkm 

Gyu🐻🤡: pkm?

You: PLEASE. KILL. ME.

Gyu🐻🤡: Ah. No need to be so dramatic.

You: When not now when then?

You: This sucks. I just want to be home now :(

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll pick you up. 

You: No need, thx. 

Gyu🐻🤡: Why did you call me in the first place then?

You: Cuz I’m bored when I have to wait for so long. I just wanted to hear this sweet sweet voice of yours ;)

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll be there in 30.

Gyu🐻🤡: No whining that I don’T need to come!☝️

He stood by his words and went up to you half an hour later. 

‘You didn’t have to.’, you said tiredly. 

‘Give me your bag.’, he simply said and extended his arm to reach for your bag back. 

‘Thank you.’

He walked you to his car and started the engine. Soft music started playing and the street lights passed by your window. Your eyes got heavy and you fell asleep.

*

‘Hey. Get up.’, a voice sounded close to you, while your body was shaken. 

‘What?‘

‘Get up. We’re home.’

He loosened your seatbelt and helped you out of the car. Just when you wanted to take some steps, you stumbled, but he was quick to catch you. 

‘Sorry.‘, you mumbled. 

He was already carrying your bag, but he still circled his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to give you stability while walking.

‘Long day?’, he asked. 

‘Yep. Thanks for picking me up. I really appreciate it.’

‘Hmm.‘

You arrived the door and he handed you your back. 

‘Get enough sleep.’, he advised and turned around to go back to the car without any other word. 

*

You: Thanks again for picking me up. Imma pay you back. Next meal on me?

Gyu🐻🤡: No prob. Yess! Free food! 

You: What should I order for you?

Gyu🐻🤡: No order. I have time this evening, let’s go out together!

Gyu🐻🤡: If you want to :)

You: I have to get a lot of work done, but I’ll try my best to be free this evening :) 

Gyu🐻🤡: Better hurry, I’m hungry! 

You: I’m speed 🐆

*

‘Hey Speedy!’, he greeted, already waiting in the small restaurant.

‘Speedy? Could you like NOT come up with a new silly nickname every time we meet?‘

‘Sure, Silly.’

You glared at him, but being angry at him was simply impossible when he was smiling like this. 

‘So, what you wanna eat?’

‘I already ordered.‘, he answered.

‘You could have waited for me.’, you exclaimed.

People busied themselves and the sound of plates and glasses that got carried around, placed on tables or picked op to be brought to the kitchen was audible. 

‘You always order the same every time anyway.’, he explained plainly and took a sip from his drink that was already standing in front of him when you arrived. 

’Maybe I wanted to try something new today.’

He crocked is head to the side and gave a look that said ‘yeah sure’. 

‘And Odi can fly.’

‘Okay, okay. Thank you.‘

‘See? Is it so difficult to just thank me.’

‘No. I guess it isn’t.’

A glass of water got placed in front of you and the waiter excused that the food still needed some time, but since both of you did not have to be anywhere else soon, you were not bothered.

‘How was practice yesterday? I was kinda too knocked out to ask you.’

‘Wow. And I hoped I was saved from your smalltalk for once.’

‘Hey! Asking about your day is not smalltalk.‘

‘Practice was fine.’

Silence.

‘That’s it? Fine?’, you questioned. 

‘Yep.‘, he said and took another sip from his drink, proceeding to inspect the bottle as if it was the most interesting object he has ever seen. 

‘You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay.’, you said, unable to hide your sadness about the fact that he seemed to be hiding something from you.

‘It just wasn’t a good day and I was actually really happy to get out of there and spend time with you.’, he spoke, looking away from his bottle.

‘Well, then I hope my sleeping figure was a good company.’, you laughed, but added:’You can always tell me if something is bothering you. You can let it out from time to time. No need to always play the jokester, you know.’

‘Oh? Serious mode on?’

‘Yes. Just for this split second if you don’t want more.‘

‘I don’t want more right now.’, he said and focused on the drink again. 

‘Okay. Hey, there!’, you made him look up. ’Your free meal.’, you smiled and he proceeded to smile as well. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: Thanks for the dinner again :)

You: No need to thank me. It was my thank you to YOU for picking me up in the middle of the night. 

Gyu🐻🤡: It was just 9:30. besides I already said I was happy that I got to see you.

You: Rephrasing from ‘spending time with me’ to ‘Seeing me’? So, me sleeping is not that good of an entertaining company?

Gyu🐻🤡: Actually

Gyu🐻🤡: It is. 

You: I look funny when I’m asleep, huh? Thank you for not waking me up with with your laughters then, haha.

Gyu🐻🤡: Haha…

Gyu🐻🤡: you’re welcome

Gyu🐻🤡: anyway

Gyu🐻🤡: Do you want to come over tomorrow? I wanna beat you in some games :D

You: Don’t you have to work?

Gyu🐻🤡: Nope, I’m free :)

You: Then I of course would love to! :D

Gyu🐻🤡: Great! I have your favorite snacks here ;)

You: I already agreed. No need for convincing me, hehe

Gyu🐻🤡: Hehe, true, true. Well, then sleep tight and I’m gonna see you tomorrow at 8? 

You: Sounds perfect! Sleep well 🌙

You: We’re seeing each other 3 evenings in a row then. Make sure to not fall in love with me, haha XD

He did not text anything back that evening.

*

‘Hi.‘, he greeted you with a big grin. 

‘No silly nickname? I must have given you not usable content.’

‘You want one?’, he asked while he let you in and closed the door behind you. 

He followed you and waited for you to take off your shoes, leaning against the wall, his hand place on his chin to emphasize that he was in deep thoughts. 

‘How about sugar mommy? All the free meals I get from you, hmmm, such a great sugar mommy.‘ 

‘Oh, shut up!’

You both walked giggling to his room. 

*

‘I actually hate playing games.’, you confessed when Beomgyu stuffed one of the controller in your hand. 

He abruptly turned his head towards you and gave you a look that showed a mixture of disbelief and disgust. 

‘Why did you play with me so many times if you hate it?’

‘Because you’re funny when you’re that invested in something that I find ridiculous‘

‘Ridiculous? Are you just here to make fun of me or what?’, he said with a fake pout. 

‘No. I also find you adorable when you’re incredibly happy about winning a game and since I’m really bad in them, you can win easily.’

‘Adorable, huh?‘, he said raising his eyebrows knowingly. 

‘Ridiculous, I find you mainly ridiculous.’, you corrected. 

‘Sure.‘, he stretched the word. ‘You find me adorable, you just said so.’

You rolled your eyes and began watching him playing by himself, not interested who happened on the screen, but purely happy with the situation. 

After some time your eyelids became heavy again and you felt overwhelmed by the tiredness that accumulated over the week. 

‘It's no fun when I can’t hear you whining over losing.’, he suddenly said out loud, turning around to find you laying almost asleep. 

‘Oh, sorry.’, he whispered and put the controller down to be able to rob over to you.

He laid down next to you and placed his head on the same level of yours, two pairs of eyes meeting each other in an instant when your lids flutter open to see what he was doing. 

‘Long week?’, he questioned and when you nodded, he immediately wrapped his arm around you and caress the back of your head softly. 

‘Wanna stay here this night? I’ll make you the best breakfast ever.‘

‘You just want to make sure to get another free meal when I’m gonna thank you for letting me get some rest here.’, you mumbled, but still articulated coherently. 

‘Damn right. You have good predictions. Maybe you should consider becoming a fortune teller.‘

‘Maybe.‘, you yawned.

‘Now just sleep. I’ll fight the monsters under the bed when they try to bother you.‘

‘Thank you.’, you whispered and he kept caressing your head, not saying another word, so that you could fall asleep peacefully. 

*

The bedsheets kept rustling and you woke up due to the constant shifting of the body next to you. 

‘Gyuu.‘, you groaned and tried to reach him to make him stop moving around by putting your hand on his shoulder. He did not stop, but he eventually woke up. 

His eyes fluttered open and he sat up abruptly what caused you to wake up completely. 

‘Sorry.‘, he he mumbled and got up to leave the room. 

You waited for him to return, sensing that something was off. If you were honest he seemed off the whole week already.

The room was dark and the curtains not closed properly so that the light of the passing by cars could be seen on the wall here and there. 

It was a calm night, no rain, no strong wind. 

Beomgyu entered the room quietly and closed the door behind him, went to the bed and laid down with the back facing you. 

‘You alright?‘, you whispered, looking over his shoulder in an attempt to see his face, but it was hidden in the fluffy pillow that his head was resting on. 

‘Yes.‘, he whispered almost inaudible. 

You did not believe him, but you also did not want to keep him awake unnecessarily.

Therefore you simply grabbed the thin blanket and pulled it over his shoulders, tucking him in carefully. 

Once you laid down yourself again the weight on the mattress shifted unexpectedly again and suddenly your best friend was really close to you, his hands taking a hold onto your shirt, head nuzzling under your chin. 

‘Can we stay like this?’, he asked with a shaky voice that broke your heart. 

Now it was your turn to pat his head and play with his shoulder long hair in way that you knew would calm him. 

‘Of course.’

‘Thank you.’

*

Gyu🐻🤡: You up?

‘Why are you texting me? I’m right next to you!’

‘Not so loud. The others.’, he whispered. 

‘Is that why you’re texting?’, you said annoyed.

‘You turned around, I couldn’t see if you’re awake.’

At one point you had to get into a new position. You enjoyed having him so close to you, but your arms got numb and started to hurt right after the feeling returned to your limbs. You however could not fall asleep, too worried he might wake up again needing someone to be available to calm him down immediately. 

‘I’m awake. What’s up?’, you said and faced him, your head resting on your arm. 

‘Can we switch serious mode on for some time?’

‘Switched on,’, you said with a motion that imitated flicking a light switch.

He exhaled heavily as if he tried to ready himself.

‘This wasn’t’ a good week for me.’

‘I already thought so. What happened?’

‘Work’s not working. I’m not working well enough. I don’t know. Kinda don’t get the stuff done properly, so they cut my lines and sent me home earlier.’

You looked at him not knowing what to say. He was frustrated with himself and you could not just make that feeling go away as much as you liked to be able to.

He continued: ’I know I like what I’m doing, but at the moment I kinda feel stuck and that they limit my parts in the project isn’t helping. They said they give me more space to get inspiration and motivation again, but I feels like a waste of time.’

‘Hmm. You want me to just listen or tell you what my thoughts are?’

‘Your thoughts, please.’

‘First of all, they’re idiots for cutting your lines.’

He giggled and exclaimed: ’I asked for serious mode.’

‘I am serious.’, you whispered, pushing some hair out of his face.

‘Second of all, if you feel stuck maybe then you should distance yourself from the project. It doesn’t mean that you’re not doing a good job, it’s just that this particular piece is just not right for you in this moment. You can still work in a way that works well for you outside of the company building. If you want to of course’

‘I don’t know. My thoughts constantly circle around the same thing: How can I sing better? How can I deliver the lines better? Even out of work.’

‘Well, you’re in work mode. It needs some time to deactivate, but as I said-  if you don’t want to, you don’t have to deactivate it. Just switch it up in a way that’s fun to you.’

‘For example?’

‘Play some guitar, just how you like it. Sing just how you like, rap, I don’t know. Just do what you feel like.’

‘Hmmm. It’s actually been a while since I’ve just sat down with the guitar. I honestly miss it.‘

‘Hmm.‘

‘Sorry. You’re tired. I should have waited till morning.’

‘No, it’s fine. I couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘Thank you. I think that was enough serious mode.’

‘Okay. Then I can now tell you my various plans on how to let those people suffer who dare to not let you sing. Did they even hear your voice?’

He laughed. 

‘They did. It’s not special.’

‘I love your singing.’, you said and yawned.

‘And I love- love your incapability of resisting me. After all you find me adorable. Be careful to not fall in love with me.’

‘Shut up. Can we just go back to sleep?’

‘Of course.’, he whispered and threw his arm over you. 

However he did not close his eyes like you did. He watched you until your breath got slower and steady and smiled, carefully caressing your cheeks. 

‘You’re so beautiful, but your stupid ass thinks I’m laughing at you when you’re sleeping next to me, huh?’

*

You: Hey glue!

Gyu🐻🤡: Glue? Typo and you mean gyu?

You: Nope

You: It’s referring to you being stuck. 

You: Don’t make me explain my jokes! 

Gyu🐻🤡: Maybe you should come up with better ones then

You: Rude!

You: Anyways, how’s the guitar doing?

Gyu🐻🤡: You text me to ask about my guitar?

You: Yes. Apparently I am just using our friendship to get close to mr. guitar 

Gyu🐻🤡: i don’t think you stand a chance. Guitar and I are very close and not up for a threesome

You: This escalated quickly

You: So you’re playing?

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, already got some good melodies together

Gyu🐻🤡: Wanna hear them?

You: YES! Send audios!

Gyu🐻🤡: I could

Gyu🐻🤡: Or we could meet in the park and I give you a mini concert

You: To rockstar glue, I can’t say nue

Gyu🐻🤡: …

Gyu🐻🤡: please stop

You: Are you quitting giving me silly nicknames then?

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, I will

You: good

Gyu🐻🤡: park at 7?

You: sounds perfect

*

‘So, what do you think?’

‘I like the second one the most, but all are beautiful.’

‘The second one? I expected you to like the third one best.’, he said and pulled some guitar strings. 

‘Why?’

‘Just a feeling. Guess I was wrong.’

‘I like all, third one included.’, you clarified.

‘But you don’t think it’s the best.’, he stated.

‘Who cares what I think? They’re all beautiful and you came up with them, so it just can be good.’

He looked up and held eye contact.

‘I care. I made the third one thinking of what you might like, but I was wrong.’

‘I like it though!’

‘Hmmm.‘, he looked down again.

‘You know me better than I know myself, maybe I’m just wrong here?’

‘Wrong with your opinion?‘

‘Yep. You could teach me, maybe I see it then.‘, you suggested with a smile. 

Suddenly he looked up, surprise written on his face, but he quickly recovered from his shock and scooted over to you, handing you the guitar. 

‘You remember the basics?’, he asked circling his arms around you to place your hands on the right spots on the guitar. 

‘Hmm.‘, you hummed while your fingers were placed on the guitar strings. 

‘Why are yo shaking?’, he asked with a smirk, leaning in close to your ear what caused you to stiffen. 

‘I’m not.’, you declined and cleared your throat, trying to concentrate on the instrument again.

‘Sure, sure.’, he agreed sarcastically and moved your hands to create some tones.

‘Here.‘, he said, demonstrating how to play the melody slowly. 

After some messed up tries of recreating the melody you dropped your hand and leaned back against Beomgyu in frustration.

‘You were right for not adding me as a partner for a threesome, Mr. Guitar and you are better off without me here.’

He threw his head back and laughed ecstatically.

‘You did well. You just need to keep practicing and you’ll soon get the hang of it.’

‘No thanks. I rather hear you playing anyways.’

‘Your lazy ass needs some determination.’, he observed and put the guitar from your lap to the ground next to you to have space for giving you a proper hug. 

He rested his head on your shoulder and you both sat there in silence for some time. 

As if you just then realized how close you actually were you suddenly leaned away to get up.

‘I should go. It’s getting late and I have work tomorrow morning.‘

‘Yep.‘, Beomgyu plainly said and collected the blanket, snacks and his guitar from the ground and you helped him to stuff everything in his bag pack. 

You made your way back and once arrived at the train station he reminded you to text him once you were home and waved a quick ‘goodbye' once you had a seat inside of the train.

*

Gyu🐻🤡: You home?

No answer. 

Maybe the train was defect and she’s waiting for the next., he thought. 

He looked up the train connections, but according to the internet there was no delay. 

So, he decided on calling you. 

‘Beomgyu?‘

Your voice sounded weird and worry flooded his body.

‘You didn’t respond my message. Just wanna check if you’re fine.’

The sound of glass splintering was audible from your side of the connection and Beomgyu panicked. 

‘What’s going on? Where are you? Are you alright?’

He heard your fast steps and your breathing, the background noised seemed to be further away soon. 

‘Gosh. Train stations hate me.’, he heard you saying after some second.

‘The fuck is going on?’

‘We had to leave train, because they needed to do something in there, I don’t know. But those drunk dudes that were waiting at the other rail were being annoying and thought it was funny to bother me.’

He readied himself to get to you while he listened to you talking. Anger built up inside of him when you mentioned those assholes and he was ready to punch them. 

‘Are you okay? Are you away from them now? I’m on my way.‘

‘Yes, yes. I’m close by the restaurant area.’

‘Good. There are people, wait there for me.’

‘The train left. I missed the train again. Fuck, I hate this.’, you blabbered, but your voice was slightly shaking. Beomgyu recognized this. 

‘I know, I know. I’m on my way. I-’, then the phone connection was cut off.

He quickly texted you. 

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll be there in 45. Stay at the restaurant area!!!

Different from some days ago when he picked you up, he had to drive a bit longer since his dorm was further away than the company building. He just hoped that you were safe once you were surrounded by more people. 

Train stations were dangerous places, especially when it got dark. 

*

He found you immediately. You were sitting on a bench away from the crowd of people who enjoyed the evening while eating out, but still close enough to be able to reach them if those drunk guys decided on coming back to you. 

Once you saw him you stood up and walked towards him.

With no hesitation he pulled you into a hug and hid you away from the world that bothered you this evening. 

‘Did they do anything to you?’, he whispered trying to stay calm.

‘No. When I walked away they threw a bottle after me, but-’

He pulled away, gaining some distance to be able to get a proper look at you. 

‘It didn’t hit me, just the ground.’

He nodded. He was so angry and scared, but he did not want to freak out, so that you had a chance to calm down. 

‘Let’s go home.’, he spoke and held you close while walking to the car. 

*

‘Beomgyu?‘

‘Hmm.‘, he hummed while he inserted the key.

‘I- Can you stay over tonight?’

‘Sure.‘

‘Really?‘

‘Rellay.’, he assured, starting the engine and driving to your apartment. 

*

‘Take a shower. I make you something to eat.’

‘I’m not hungry.’

‘Okay.‘

He was not sure what he should do. He wanted to beat those guys up so badly, but he was aware that this would not make you feel better. To be honest he was happy that you asked him to keep you company. On the other side he did not like the circumstance at all. 

When you were done with showering and stepped into the room wearing shorts, an oversized shirt and still having wet hair, he was in awe. He knew you were oblivious towards the impact your sheer appearance had on him, however he was convinced that it started to become obvious even to you.

‘You good?’, you questioned when he just stared at you, mouth slightly open. 

‘Y- Yes. Ahem. Let me braid your hair, hm?’

‘You can braid?’, you laughed and plopped down on the bed next to him. 

‘Yes.‘, he said while arranging his sitting position behind you.

‘Since I started to have longer hair I had a good opportunity to practice.’

Carefully he brushed your hair with his fingers and pushed it back over your shoulders towards him, transitioning to slowly separating strains to start braiding. 

She must enjoy it, the way she’s leaning back, he smiled to himself and poked your back.

‘Hey, sit up straight! Otherwise I can’t do your hair.’

‘Okay…’, you groaned.

After a few more minutes he was done. 

‘Thank you.’, you sang and turned around to face him. 

‘Can I hug you?‘, he asked out of the blue.

You leaned in and threw your arms around him, but to your surprise it was no quick hug, no, he pulled you closer so that you were almost seated on his crossed legs. 

‘Why though?‘, you asked.

‘Can’t I hug my friend?’, he whispered.

‘You can. I’m just surprised.’, you explained.

He strengthened his grip around you and asked: ’Can you please sit here?’

Clumsily you climbed onto his lap, accidentally hitting his head.

‘Sorry.‘, you said worried and caressed the spot that you hit. 

Softly he led your hand down by holding it with his own, his thumb caressing your palm.

‘It’s fine.‘, he whispered, looking you deep in the eyes before he engulfed you in his embrace again. 

‘I was worried when you didn’t text and then… your voice sounded so different and then there was this sound of shattering glass and you running and, and… Oh my god, you’re alright, aren’t you? I swear if those idiots did anything to you I-’

‘I’m fine. I really am… now.’, you interrupted him. 

‘Not gonna lie, I was really really scared. I already don’t like waiting for the train in the dark, because there are always some unpredictable drunk people, but normally I manage to not run into them. I don’t know, but they were pretty aggressive today.’, your voice began to shake at the last sentence and Beomgyu felt your body tensing up in the memory of this evening’s confrontation. 

He patted your head and assured you:’It’s over. You’re safe now.’

Your sniffles caused him to pull away in an instant to hold your face in both his hands and wipe away the tears with his thumbs. Nevertheless he could not take having even this little amount of distance between you, so he pulled your body back and let your head nuzzle into his chest without saying a word. 

Once you calmed down and your crying stopped he pushed himself to the edge of the bed and got up to leave the room just to return a moment later with some tissues and a glass of water that he handed you right away. 

‘Look at me.’, he whispered lifting your head gently with two fingers. 

Carefully he let the fabric soak up the salty water around your eyes and gave your scalp a little massage with the other hand. Squatting down in front of you to be on your level allowed him to observe you from up close. This caused him not only to glance at your lips that seemed to be like magnets for his eyes, but also allowed him to see the goosebumps creeping over your skin and he stood up, turned around and grabbed the nearest sweater that he could find to hand it over to you. 

‘Here.‘

‘I’m not cold.’

‘Oh, I thought you were freezing.‘

‘I’m not, but thanks.’

‘Ahm, okay.‘, he said awkwardly, ripped out of his trance that captured him when he was up close to you. He busied himself with throwing away the used tissues and refilling the glass in case you needed some water later. 

‘Gyu?‘

‘Huh?‘, he realized he was standing in the middle of the room spacing out.

‘Thank you.’

He flipped his hand in a ‘It’s-nothing’ gesture and made his way to your bed to plop down onto the mattress.

You laid down next to him.

‘No joke about how ugly I look when I’m crying?’

‘Fuck!‘, he sat up.

‘Please, I can’t do this anymore! You look fucking beautiful when you’re sleeping, when you’re crying, when you just sit there failing on playing guitar, when you enter a restaurant, you always are so beautiful. And those idiots, I swear, I fucking swear, I’m gonna beat them up when I see them there again. No one is allowed to make you cry, no one is allowed to scare you like that. You’re gonna tell me when you’re waiting for the train in the future. I make sure you get home safely. You’re gonna call me the second you feel even slightly anxious out there or wherever-‚

‘Gyu-‘

‘No! You need to promise me this. You’re going to contact me the millisecond you need someone to talk to you. You contact me if you need me to stay over or if you want to stay over at my place or whatever- I-’

‘Gyuuu!’

‘I want you to stop making fun of yourself or expect that I make fun of you like this. I don’t pick you up to have someone to laugh about and I don’t want to spend time with you, because I want to laugh about you. I want to laugh with you and hear your laugh and see you happy and-…’, he stopped his outburst with teary eyes, realizing what he was about to confess. 

‚Beomgyu...‘

You open your arms and now it was on him to snuggle into you embrace. 

‘I just like you a lot, you know…’, he whispered, scared of your reaction and disappointed that he could only express himself with such an underestimation. 

He felt your head on his and your arms tighten around him.

‘I don’t know when exactly serious mode got switched on, but I really, really, really like you too, a lot.’

He enjoyed this moment for a few more seconds trapped between your body and your arms, but then he pulled away, proceeding to place his hands on your shoulders. 

‘So you were really not freezing, huh?’

‘Nope.‘, you laughed and blushed. 

‘And you you really do find me adorable.’

‘And ridiculous, don’t forget the ridiculous part here, if you’re already stating the obvious.’

‘Mean!‘, he fake pouted for a second until he began to smile.

Ridiculously in love with you, like the biggest fool ever, he thought. 

‘Good that you reminded me of that.’, he beamed and let his body hit the mattress energetically and opened his arms signaling you to lay on top of him. 

*

He did not know how long you stayed in this position. The way your weight felt on top of him was just perfect and he got to caress your head, your face, your shoulders, your back, your arms and he got to play with your hands, your fingers as well as feeling them in his hair, on his face, caressing him too. It literally felt like time stopped. 

‘Don’t go to work tomorrow. Call in sick. Take a day to rest.’, he begged without expecting you to agree. However that was exactly what you did. 

‘Okay. Give me my phone, it’s on the shelf there.’

‘Didn’t think that would be so easy… Here.’, he handed it over and you quickly wrote an email explaining what happened at the train station and that you needed a day off. 

‘Is it that easy to skip work?’, he asked while lazily dragging his hands over your upper back. 

‘Yes, they’re pretty chill.’, you mumbled. 

‘What time is it?’, he asked sleepily. 

’One.‘

‘Hmm. Wanna sleep?’

‘Yes.‘, you said and yawned. 

‘What you’re doing?’, Beomgyu asked surprised.

‘Giving you space to sleep?‘

He reached out to you, turning on his side and dragged you close again.

'No. Don’t need space, don’t want space. Want you close.’

He lifted his head and looked down on you. 

‘If you want that too. We don’t have to. I-’

You tapped his head to make him lay down properly again and once he did you snuggled into him, holding him by his waist. 

He understood and could not supress his smile, throwing one leg over you and collected the fabric of your big shirt until it hugged your body as if it would be your size. 

‘Good night.‘, you whispered and he answered: ’If you snore I adorably kick you off the bed.’

‘It’s my bed. You’re ridiculous and I DON’T snore.’

‘Tell that your blocked nose.’

‘I will just use your shirt then.‘

‘Don’t you dare!‘, he giggled, ’It’s fine, your snoring is kind of relaxing.’

‘Please just shut up and let me sleep.’

'Only because you said please.’

He waited for you to fall asleep. He looked at you and even though he told you that he liked you a lot and you told him you felt the same, he did not feel like much changed. Nothing really changed and he kind of liked exactly that very much. 

*

‘God! Why you have alarm activated?’, he groaned and searched for your phone.

‘Where is your fucking phone?’

‘What?‘, you asked half asleep, legs intertwined with his and trapped half on top of his body.

‘Got it!.’, he exclaimed in victory, deactivated the alarm, throw the phone somewhere on the other end of the bed and relaxed on the mattress again, laying on his back with arms and legs taking up the whole surface. 

The blanket was lazily hanging over only one of his legs while the rest was wrapped around your figure. He did not care since you radiated enough warmth for him to be comfortable.

‘Great. Now I’m fully awake.’, he stated annoyed. 

‘Sorry. Forgot to turn it off.’

‘I kind of heard that.’

‘Sorryyy.‘, you whined and nuzzled your face into his shirt. 

He enjoyed this moment way too much, he thought. He loved feeling you close, especially in the morning. It was too cheesy to tell you again how much he liked you and he did not want to be so serious, but he was seriously in love with you and even though he did not directly deny it he did not confess it to himself let alone to you completely either. 

‘We could kiss. If you can’t sleep anyway.‘, he heard you suggesting and thought he was dreaming, so he slapped himself in the face. 

In shock you sat up and starred at him. 

‘What the fuck was that for?’

‘This is a dangerous dream. I need to wake up or I go completely delulu.’

‘Excuse me, what?’

Now he sat up as well, facing you.

‘You can’t just boldly suggest that we kiss!’

Shock was written all over his face.

Dramatically you sank down onto the bed again and exhaled audibly.

‘Well, then I must have hallucinated you starring at my lips that often yesterday.’

‘I- I- I did not?‘ 

You pointed at him. ‘Liar!‘

He blinked a few times and decided if you could play this game he could do so more that ever. 

So, he shifted his weight onto his arms that he placed left and right from you to hover right above you. The way you opened your eyes a bit more than the usually were and gasped slightly in surprise, showed him that you were not even closely as bold here as you pretended to be. 

God, if she’s just half as weak for me as I am for her…

‘What if I did? And what if I keep looking at your lips- What will you do about it, huh?’, he whispered and smirked when instead of an answer  he got to see your skin being floated by a shiver again. 

‘Hmm, you’re always freezing when I’m this close? I didn’t know I was this extraordinary cool.’

You could not hold it in anymore and started laughing

He realized how silly he must have sounded and started laughing at himself as well.

‘Am I not cool or what?‘, he asked with a laughter, fully aware that he was far from being cool.

‘You are, you are!.’, you said with a fading last laughter. 

He saw your eyes glimming in tear, but they were not tears like some hours ago, those were happy tears and just loved how happy and shiny your eyes looked at him. 

Fuck, get yourself together, idiot!, he reminded himself.

‘You’re adorable.’, you whispered. 

‘Not cool?’, he whispered as well.

‘Adorably cool.’

‘I think I can work with that.’

‘Hmm.‘

‘Look who’s now glancing at MY lips the whole time.‘, he smirked. 

‘I’m literally not denying it.‘

‘Bold.‘

‘Don’t we have too much hair to be considered bald?’

He shook his head at your bad pun and blurted out: ‘Gosh, why do I love so much you when your jokes are the worst ever.’

You looked at him in shock and he realized what he just said. 

Quickly he got back up and looked away.

‘Fuck.‘, he cursed. 

‘Maaaan, what if I wanted to tell you first? You could have at least asked before you tell me that you love me.’, you said with a pout. 

‘Please don’t joke about this.’, he said sadly, burrying his head in his hands so that his hair fell over it, covering him. 

‘Beomgyu.‘

‘Hmm.‘

‘I love you too.’

*

‘I said you shouldn’t joke about this.’

‘I’m not joking.’

Finally he looked up, slowly turning his head towards you.

‘You’re not?’

‘No.'

He turned around completely, still processing what you said. 

You both sat there with crossed legs as if you were about to gossip about the most recent news like always. It felt so similar, but so different, in a good way, in an exciting way.

‘Say it again, please.‘, he whispered and took your hands. 

Without hesitation you repeated: ‘I love you.’

‘Fuck, I love you too, so, so much.’, he said desperately, squeezing your hands, because he needed to hold onto something to not completely fall. 

He touched your face and caressed your skin gently, touching you to prove to himself that you were really right in front of him.

‘May I kiss you?’, he whispered, not because he was unsure, but because he felt like this moment was so vulnerable that even his voice could destroy everything.

‘I literally suggested it a few minutes ago.‘, you smiled.

‘That’s not a clear enough answer.’, he said seriously, still having is hand on the side of your head.

‘Yes, please kiss me.’, you whispered and gave his hand that you were still holding an assuring squeeze. 

He slowly let his hand wander to your waist, pulling you on his lap while glancing from your eyes to your lips and back. 

Once he had you as close as he needed you he held your face in his hands softly. 

For the longest time you just sat there starring into each others eyes, in reality it was probably just a couple of seconds. 

Your hand playing with his hair softly made him quit his trance and he slowly leaned in, holding himself back for a millisecond right before he could kiss you, just to proceed to place his lips onto yours as lightly as a feather. 

His tongue licked over your lips gently what caused you to blush and smile, so he finally kissed you properly.

He held onto you the whole time, started with his hands holding your face first, but letting them wander to hold your waist, collecting the fabric of your shirt in his fists. 

Even when you both pulled back to breath he did not let too much distance between your bodies. 

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

‘I so hope this is not a dream.’, he whispered. 

‘Ouch!‘, he yelled and sat back. 

‘You’re not dreaming, my friend.’

‘You need to pinch me for proof or what?’, he asked and started to tickle you.

‘No, please, not, Gyu.’, you exhaled between laughters. 

He hovered over your flattened body again and held you down by your wrists. 

‘Please, don’t call me friend.‘, he whispered seriously.

‘What else do you want me to call you then?‘, you whispered back.

‘Boyfriend? Can I be your boyfriend?‘, he asked quietly with big doe eyes, his hair hanging in his face due to his position, waiting for your answer. 

‘Yes.‘, you whispered with a smile. 

He let his body sing down on yours and snuggled his face in between your neck and shoulder, feeling your arms freeing from his hold and hugging him. 

‘Wanna sleep? It’s still early.’, you whispered. 

‘No. I’m just gonna wake up and think it was all a dream.‘, he mumbled. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: Yo, Sugar Mommy! Wanna get dinner together this evening?

You: Only if you pay.

Gyu🐻🤡: Ah, someone is in need of a Sugar Daddy.

You: That someone you’re talking about is your girlfriend and she needs food and not an insight to your list of kinks today.

Gyu🐻🤡: So food today and kinks tomorrow?

Gyu🐻🤡: Sounds like a plan.

You: Why again did I fall for you?

Gyu🐻🤡: Because you find me adorable.

You: …

You: When and where today?

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll pick you up from work at 8?

You: Make it 9

Gyu🐻🤡: Do they make you work longer again?

You: Yes, maybe someone shouldn’t have skipped work randomly.

Gyu🐻🤡: Was it worth it tho?

You: I’ll tell you when I see what we’re gonna eat later

Gyu🐻🤡: So you connect my worth with the food that I provide?

You: I’m hungry, so… yes.

Gyu🐻🤡: wow

Gyu🐻🤡: but okay. See you later :)

Gyu🐻🤡: I love you! :*

You: And I told you to be careful to not fall for me 

Gyu🐻🤡: Could you just text it back? :(

You: XD

You: I love you too! ❤️

*

‘I have to go there by train tomorrow.’, you said while collecting the food on your fork. 

‘No, I already organized an alternative for you.‘, he explained and took a bite from his burger. 

‘You can’t prevent me from taking the train forever.’

‘That’s true, but when I can I am going to. No whining.’, he instructed and pointed at you. 

‘Okay, okay. How was work?’

‘It’s getting better, I feel the recent songs much more.’

‘That’s great.’, you chirped and smiled at him. 

‘Don’t do this.’

‘What?‘, you asked confused. 

‘Being so beautiful. It just makes me wanna kiss you.’

‘We can do that later.’

‘You can’t just suggest that so openly!’

‘How can I not when your eyes are glued to my lips 24/7?’

‘They’re not!’

You looked at him knowingly.

‘So what? You’re my girlfriend. Can’t I look forward to kissing you?’

You smiled and took another bite, shaking your head.

‘What?‘

Now it was on him being confused.

‘You’re adorable and I love you, that’s it.’

He smiled and you two continued your dinner, talking and bickering like you always did. The only thing that changed was that your smile for each other was less hidden and that the random love confession within a conversation made you be silent in happiness for a brief moment. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: I love you! :*

You: I love you too! ❤️

[ilovedthestars]

🤡🎶👀

Hi friend! Long time no talk, I haven't been reading much fanfic lately but yours are at the top of my list when i get back to it :)

(Emoji asks)

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

There's some fun exchanges in As Your Legal Counsel, in which Pin-Lee talks legal stuff with Three after NE. They were such a fun pair to write about! My favorite might be Pin-Lee joking that "You can trust me, I have more experience representing a SecUnit client than any other lawyer in the known universe."

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do! I'm a music-with-words person, even (not always, but sometimes it's the right amount of background processing to keep my thoughts from wandering away from writing.) I haven't been writing a lot lately, because things have been very busy these last few weeks. But my current music on loop is a playlist I made called "Sunny" (i have a matching "Rainy" one). It's got a lot of The Well Pennies on it, they make great writing music!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Same aforementioned caveat that I'm not writing much lately, but the things that are at the top of my priority list are mostly OC-related. There's a few more Old Unit, Young Unit chapters, a bunch of spinoffs, a whole sequel story if I ever get around to that, and also some more stories with Yuma and Crowbar from Salvage or Repair.

To talk about a specific one...There's a Yuma and Crowbar spinoff that isn't titled yet that I'm really having fun with. Y&C are just the perfect characters for making up other OCs to throw at them. I'm writing a new pair of secunits who were bought by an owner who put a software block in their language processing centers that prevents them from speaking. They've got a forged-in-fire friendship, and it gets very hurt/comforty, which I love.

[justmorebtsffs]

Love Yourself | Jikook

This is the first time I'm writing for Jikook. Wish me luck.

Summary: When comments from antis send Jimin's mental and physical health into a downwards spiral Jungkook is there to catch him. Angst then fluff with a happy ending.

Sickie: Park Jimin (Snow Leopard hybrid, not really that big a part of the story, hardly mentioned actually but I couldn’t think of another reason why anyone would make fun of Jimin, he’s just so pretty.)

Caretaker: Jungkook

WARNING: This is a whole 19 albeit short chapter fic so it is very long

JIMIN’S P.O.V

It’s our day off and we’ve  gathered around the table to watch a fan cover of The Truth Untold that Tae said was really good.

The fan is a female k-army, under the username ARMY-BLINK💜. Her voice is beautiful and I agree that we should definitely like the video and leave a nice anonymous comment. Tae scrolls down to the comments to type out our compliments when I see it:

@anti1357 - wow ARMY-BLINK💜, this cover is so good, especially Jimin’s part you sing some much better, you should take his place

I look away, and focus on listening to the cover again, ignoring it.

—

Jin hyung makes a delicious dinner as usual and we all eat together, but I can’t stop thinking about that comment. Of course I know about antis but I can’t believe someone would write something so rude, I mean they don’t even know if we’re going to see it.

When it’s time to go to bed Kook and I head off to our room.

“You’ve been quiet, Minnie. Something on your mind?” Kook asks, hugging me from behind as I brush my teeth.

I finally answer “No, just tired.”

He seems to accept this and heads to bed, I join him soon after.

—

I can’t sleep, do people really think I’m that bad? I have to know.

Releasing myself from Kook’s grip (not an easy feat) I open my phone and find the video, scrolling straight to the comments section. The comment is still there but now it has a reply . . . several in fact.

@anti1357 - wow ARMY-BLINK💜, this cover is so good, especially Jimin’s part you sing some much better, you should take his place

> @hybrid-hater - totally! This song is actually great without that ugly hybrid.

> > @btsucks - yeah and people say he’s the visuals, ugh! 🤮

> > > @Jimin-has-no-jams - ikr freak! 🐈🤡

I look at more comments, these ones from my latest selca titled: Sunny day with Jungkookie.

It’s a full body mirror photo of us with the sunny skyline visible from the balcony behind us. I was so happy when we took this but now the smile on my face feels foreign.

There are comments here too, many good but a lot negative. One from a supposedly army user catches my eye.

@Taekook4life - literally ewww! Beautiful Jeon Jungkook . . . with him, but like Jimin is soo ugly tho. And you can see the fat on him. Jungkook needs to just get with Kim Taehyung instead.

> @Jimin’s-jams - first of all that’s so rude, that’s muscle, from dancing, and I bet he can dance so much better than any of us can! so pls be quiet.

> > @OT6 - if they’re muscles from dancing then why’s he so terrible at dancing then, honestly he’s a joke, I bet Bang Pd just felt bad for him.

> > > @Solo-stan - he must have because Jimin can’t even sing that well, he is literally so whiny.

And there are more on each of our music videos, mainly about how freakish my ears and tail are, how I should hide them, how a hybrid like me belongs on a circus stage not a concert stage.

Jungkookie always says my ears and tail are cute, he wouldn’t lie to make me feel better would he? I look over at Jungkook then stand up to look in our mirror. They’re right, I am fat, how did I not notice before. What else have I missed, I put in my AirPods and click on a BTS Run dance practice episode.

It gets to a part where I start singing my lines, I wince. It does sound awful and whiny, and as I watch the dance I can’t help but notice that everyone else is so much better than me, my ears and tail swish awkwardly. At one point my unwieldy tail smacks Hobi-hyung. He laughs it off but can I see a hint of disgust in his face? Then I watch myself do aegyo to the camera, I don’t look cute at all, I look like a fool then Tae joins in with his signature boxy smile. He looks so cute and yet still supernaturally beautiful at the same time.

Jealousy courses through me, I’m an awful person for being jealous of him but how can I not be when someone as perfect as Kim Taehyung is who Jungkook deserves, not me.

I click over to our channel looking at the comments sections. Each video is only more of the same, dozens and dozens of them. I see some of the same names but mostly they're all different. Do this many people actually hate our music just because of me? How many more fans would the other members have if I wasn’t in the group? A lot. It’s my fault, I’m dragging them down, but I can’t leave the group, I’m far too selfish for that, and I hate it.

As I watch more Run Episodes I notice small things and realise something big: the other members don’t actually like me, Hoseok-Hyung is always correcting me in dance, I’m always picked last or second to last for a team and Jin always serves me last. And Jungkook, well I knew he was too good to be true.

(A/N poor baby is reading all the social cues wrong)

I know what I’ll do . . . I’ll make myself worthy.

My eyes are wet with tears as I open my notes app and start a list.

Lose weight (at least 2 kg so small portions only)

Improve singing & dancing (practise longer)

No aegyo (don’t embarrass Jungkook)

I set an alarm for 5:00 AM. I’ll start early with dance practice tomorrow.

—

My alarm vibrates at 5:00 AM. I’m exhausted from staying up so late last night but I can afford to delay my plan.

I change taking care to hide my cumbersome tail and pressing down my ears, it kind of hurts but it’s bearable. Then I get a taxi cab to the studio. It’s cold and I realise I forgot my coat. Oh well, dancing will warm me up.

—

About 90 minutes later my phone dings, I don’t need distractions but I catch a glimpse of the caller ID Kookie

I pick it up too hopefully. I shouldn’t bae hopeful, he’s probably just mad at me for leaving him. I’m such a horrible boyfriend, I make myself sick.

“Minnie! Where are you? I woke up and you were gone! No note or text or anything! Your coat’s still here, it's freezing out, you'll catch a cold.”

I listen carefully, the concern in his voice doesn’t sound superficial but I can’t be sure.

“I-I was just at the studio.”

“The studio, since when?”

“I got up at 5:00AM, don’t worry about me please. I just wanted to get a headstart on the routine.”

“Minnie, of course I’m going to worry . . . we were all worried.” Jungkook says, “Have you eaten? Please come back for breakfast, I’ll come pick you up myself. I miss you.”

Breakfast sounds wonderful right now but I remember the first item on my list. “It’s okay I’ve already eaten, I packed a snack. You don’t need to bother yourself this early, we'll just be coming right back.”

“Oh.” is all Jungkook says. My brain says he sounds disappointed but why would he be disappointed to not see me. Yet at the same time I feel like a terrible boyfriend for not spending time with him. Dancing more will surely make me feel better. Jungkook will be glad once I start losing some of this extra weight.

“Um well I’ll see you soon.” I say and hang up guiltily.

(A/N: Where HaVe you been?! Car gone, no note! You could’ve DiEd, you could’ve been SeEn!)

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

By the time we arrive at the studio I’m practically bouncing out of my seat with excitement to see Jiminnie. It was a nasty shock not waking up to his warm body next to me with his fuzzy tail curled around me.

I called him as soon as I found my phone and his coat which he left. On the phone he sounded weird, I don't know but definitely off, I hope he isn’t getting sick from being out in this early cold snap without a coat. He said he wanted to practise more but I don’t see why he needs to (especially at 5:00AM) when he’s already progressing fine with the moves.

When I open the door to the studio he's in the middle of the routine, we watch as he finishes it, flawlessly. He shakes his head, clearly dissatisfied and is about to start again when Namjoon-hyung clears his throat.

Minnie jumps about a metre into the air in fright. I run over and hug him, he looks pale and he has dark circles under his eyes. He’s sweaty like he’s been dancing for hours already.

What sparked all this. None of us have time to ask because the dance instructor comes in and instructs us to begin warm ups, even Jimin who is obviously very warmed up puts his all into the stretches.

I notice something though, his eyes don’t look alive like usual, they look desperate. But that’s just my imagination being overprotective. He’s fine, we all get like this sometimes.

-----

If Minnie looked worn out before practice he looks awful now. Well maybe I’m exaggerating because I’m so worried, but I mean has no one else noticed?

I walk over to Tae watching as Jimin talks to Hoseok with an almost sad expression.

“Hey Tae!” He’s on his phone

“Wha- Oh Kook! You look worried, what’s wrong?”

I step back a bit shocked, he read me so easily, maybe he can read Minnie too.

“Well, yes. Have you noticed something off about Jiminie or is it just me?”

He looks at Jimin for a moment then back to me. “He does seem tired but that is probably just from being up so early and dancing so long. I’m sure he’ll perk right up as soon as you cuddle him.”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “I guess I’m just being overprotective.

He shakes his head. “You both did very well today.”

“Thanks.” I say

JIMIN’S P.O.V

After we’re all changed from dancing it’s time for vocal practice.

I sing as well as I can, it’s still not nearly as good as the others (especially Tae) but the satisfaction I get from actually making an effort is amazing, my whole body buzzes with it.

Soon everyone’s getting up, why it’s only been  . . . 2 hours. Two hours, already! I guess time flies when you’re working hard. My stomach grumbles. I look around embarrassed but nobody seems to have heard, no one is paying attention to me. I guess that’s what happens when I just put my head down and work like I’m supposed to.

I am about to get up when I remember my pact with myself. I skipped breakfast but dinner would be impossible to skip completely without the other noticing or offending Jin-hyung so I must skip lunch. I sit back down.

Jungkook lingers by the door.

“I’ll be there in a second. I just want to get this one part.” I lie.

“Come on Jungkook-ah! They're serving udon in the cafeteria today, if we go we can get in line first.” Taehyung says

Jungkook nods excitedly and hurries out the door behind him. “Bye Jiminnie!” Not sparing a glance behind him.

My face feels hot and tears well up in my eyes. I fight them down. Why should I be crying, this is what’s supposed to happen right? Jungkook deserves someone like Tae.

I push the feelings down, I’m wasting my time here doing nothing, being useless. I hit the play button for the track and get to practising. After what seems like no time at all the track stops. What? I have it on a loop.

“Park Jimin!” It’s Jin-hyung, with Namjoon-hyung right behind him. “What are you doing?”

His intensity scares me, I fight down tears again wondering why I have too, I’m not usually this weak. “I was practising hyung.” I tell him.

“Practising! Through lunch break!” Oh no I can tell he’s about to start rapping . . .

“But you need to eat, you’ve been dancing since 5:00 AM and you probably didn’t even have a proper breakfast. How disrespectful to yourself and to me not to have the food I make every morning. You won’t be healthy if you don’t eat, you'll die! Do you want to die?”

I look down “No, hyung I just was-”

The technician comes in. “Alright, I hope you had a yummy lunch, it’s time to do the test recording. We can try the beats Namjoon-ssi was talking about earlier.

Earlier, I wonder? I was so focused on my part I didn’t hear that.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V.

“Lunch time, yess!” Hoseok-hyung says.

I smile. It has been a long morning, from worrying about Minnie to a satisfying recording session. We all get out of our seats to head for lunch, almost all of us.

I wait by the door for Jimin, he’s still looking over his part. I wait for him to get up and I start to call his name when he notices me.

“I’ll be there in a second. I just want to get this one part.” He smiles, does it not look as bright as usual?

I want to believe him, I really do but . . .

Tae taps my shoulder, “Come on Jungkook-ah! They're serving udon in the cafeteria today, if we go we can get in line first.”

I turn, if he needs to be alone then I’ll let him. He said he won’t be long and I am excited for udon, I’ll get Jiminnie his favourite so we can share. “Bye Jiminnie!”

It’s been 15 minutes and he still hasn’t come down. I cover the food so it won’t get cold, I don’t feel like eating much anyway. Lunch is lonely without Minnie, anything is lonely without Minnie.

After 20 minutes nobody else is eating either, they’re looking at me, expectantly.

Oh. “He said he’d be down soon.”

“Hmm” says Namjoon, “Should we . . .?”

“Yeah.” agrees Jin-hyung, replying to the almost silent communication.

We pack up our leftover food and get up then all at once like a six-way-telepathy, we start running. We pass TXT, who bow. We bow back as we run.

Whe Jin opens the door, music spills out. The track. Jimin is singing his part. Flawlessly, but not beautifully. Normally when I listen to him I feel my knees going weak, and I think that maybe I can sink into the music. Now it feels empty. I feel like the sound is hollowing me out inside. I watch Jimin’s face as he sings, his expression is empty too, like his music, void of personality. He looks . . . vacant. He looks awful. I feel like I’m going to cry, seeing him like this. What happened to him? Was I too harsh this morning? He doesn’t deserve to look like this, no one does.

I watch Jin walk over to the and practically slam the pause button. He looks as upset as I feel.

“Park Jimin! What are you doing?” Jimin looks up, he looks shocked and confused, he blinks and looks around Jin-hyung to Namjoon-hyung.

“I was practising hyung.” He says, his voice sounds dry. How many times has he practised his part?

“Practising! Through lunch break!” Jin-hyung looks furious. I want to tell him to be easy on Minnie, but I’m angry too. He left me all alone for lunch. He said he’d only be a second, he lied to me, and he didn’t eat.

“But you need to eat, you’ve been dancing since 5:00 AM and you probably didn’t even have a proper breakfast. How disrespectful to yourself and to me not to have the food I make every morning. You won’t be healthy if you don’t eat, you'll die! Do you want to die?”

He looks down, I wish he’d look up so he could see the concern on my face. I hope my face is conveying the depth of it.  “No, hyung I just was-”

Someone opens the door, the technician. Already? I check the time, he’s right on time, we are early.  “Alright, I hope you had a yummy lunch, it’s time to do the test recording. We can try the beats Namjoon-ssi was talking about earlier.

Jimin looks confused again.

—

When we get home Jimin goes straight to bed.

I look at Jin-hyung.

“It’s okay.” he says, “He’s tired, he can have a big breakfast tomorrow, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Thanks hyungie!”

“Of course.”

JIMIN’S P.O.V.

I open my eyes, everything feels foggy and dull. The bed is cold, Jungkook isn’t here. Feelings rise up inside me and I stifle them. Why should he be here? I hardly talked to him at all yesterday. He doesn’t deserve me and I’m not doing anything to make it any easier for him.

I look at the clock, its bright red numbers glare daggers at me. 8:00! That means only an hour and a half until scheduled. I missed my morning workout! I’m so useless I can’t even keep to a simple regimen. I sigh, I can’t go now, I just have to find extra time.

I walk into the kitchen, where something smells really good. Pancakes, eggs- I feel hunger pangs, then disgust washes over me. How can I be so greedy? I resist the hunger pangs (dancing will distract me) and debate who to sit next to. All the hyungs might notice me not eating and get worried but I shouldn’t sit next to Jungkook or should I, should I try not to be so cold. Maybe then he would love me again- what a selfish thought. That leaves . . .

They see me. “Jiminnnnnie!!!” Jungkook flings himself at me. I want to tell him that he doesn’t have to pretend in front of the other members, that they would understand but he’s crushing me too tight. “You’re up! I missed you, Jin hyung made food just for you since you didn’t get lunch or breakfast yesterday!” he turns serious, “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” I realise how stiff I sound, like Yooungi in the morning and then I realise even he looks more awake than me. “I’m still groggy.” I sit down next to Taehyung and take a glass of orange juice. I can’t make myself take food I don’t deserve.

A plate is placed in front of me anyway. “Thank you hyung.” They’re trying not to be obvious but I can easily tell that they’re watching me. Slowly I force myself to eat, fighting disgust at how much I enjoy it.

Dance practice goes the same, I work as hard as I can and manage to slip away from lunch early to practise more. By the end of the day I’m exhausted. The buzzing happiness of effort has turned into a persistent ache.

Hobi bounds up to me as we’re packing up.

“Hey, since we’re already here, why don’t we just film the dance practice video now!” He says.

The others agree. I have a theory I want to test.

“Umm, hyung I’d love to but I’m really sore. Can I just lay down in one of your studios?”

“Aww, sure. Here’s the key.” Namjoon says cooing and handing me the key. His smile fades in his eyes, I can see that he’s concerned. I brush it off and turn away.

I don’t intend on going to Namjoon’s studio. I head to the gym. I’ve been dancing all day but I still feel heavy, I need to burn the extra calories from breakfast.

After working out I race back to Namjoon’s studio (it’s the first place they’ll look for me) and curl up. It feels good and I tell myself not to get used to it. I need to push myself and make myself uncomfortable if I’m going to get better at dancing and singing.

I still have a few minutes so I tune into the live stream and scroll straight to the comments section.

My experiment was to see how many likes and positive comments the other members got without me there ruining everything.

We already have millions of likes and as I keep scrolling there are only a few negative comments. Such mean things, how could anyone say that, it’s all so stupid. I want to delete everyone so none of the members think that people don’t enjoy all of their hard work.

@Taekook4life - Awww! Taekook are looking so cute together, my dreams are coming true.

> @OT6 - Yasss QUEENS! They are slaying that choreo

> > @Solo-stan - yep, it was meant to be.

Still I can’t help the despair that crashes down on me (so selfish) people clearly like the group much better without me there. There aren’t any comments asking where I am. I look around Namjoon hyung’s studio. All the awards and records and trophies, none of it’s for me, there would be more if I wasn’t around. I should leave and yet I can’t bring myself to (again selfish).

I will work hard and maybe then I can justify continuing to drag down such a talented group. I am such a horrible person.

I vaguely hear the members open the studio door, then a warm body slam down beside me, he pulls me closer. Jungkook.

“Minnnieee!” He coos, “Are you feeling better?” His voice is soft and beautiful and his touch feels warm, cosy and safe. I wish it didn’t it would make it easier to let him go. This is the closest we’ve been in two days. Why is he doing this? Could he still possible want to be friends with me? I try to move away but his grip is iron. Then he loosens it and I move over. When I look back at him he looks confused, a bit taken aback and sad. I feel so guilty that I move just a bit closer pretending to stretch out so he won’t get suspicious.

“Yeah” I say, attempting not to sound so stiff again.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

The dance practice video goes smoothly but I miss Minnie, dancing is boring without him. At the very start of the video Namjoon told all the viewers that Jimin wasn’t feeling well so nobody was worried why he wasn’t there. I was worried. He’s seemed so tired the past few days.

We all go to Namjoon’s studio, and I go in first. Minie is laying on the couch curled up almost asleep but not quite. He’s so cute I begin to pull out my phone for a picture but he looks up groggily.

“Minnnieee!” I say pulling him close to me until he’s in my lap. “Are you feeling better?”

Jimin shifts in my arms, I hold him for a moment then decide if he wants to move I should let him. He scoots to the other end of the small couch. It’s not that big a distance but I’m a bit confused, he always loves sitting in my lap. I want my Mochi back.

He looks at me with an expression that I’ve never seen on him before. It’s confused but almost . . . hopeful? He moves back to me stretching his arms and legs out and rolling his neck. Ah, that’s why. I welcome him back into my arms.

He breaks the silence with a small “Yeah '' It takes a moment for me to realise he's answering my question from before.

Since practice is done for the day we leave the building to go get dinner somewhere. Minnie stays on my lap almost the entire time and he seems happier than he has in two days. I think we should watch a movie when we get back home.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

All through dinner I sit on Jungkook’s lap, greedily soaking up his attention. It’s hard but I manage to escape the hyungs’ notice by eating a few slices of bell pepper. I hate that I’m so happy when I’m with Jungkook. It’s not fair to him, he only wants to be friends after all. And I shouldn’t be this happy right now, I don’t have time. I need to focus on work.

~ T ~ I ~ M ~ E ~ ~ ~ S ~ K ~ I ~ P ~

Today is a meeting day. We’ll listen to the recording, decide if we’re happy with it, then plan the music video.

—

In the meeting room Namjoon plays the song for us. I feel dizzy and try not to swoon when it gets to Kook’s part. Then it gets to mine . . . It's okay but compared to the others it sounds amateurish. I worked so hard only for it to still sound like this, I want to cry. Everything is spinning so I put my head down on the table hoping to sink right into the wood surface.

I hear voices around me but they sound muffled like I’m underwater and everyone else is on the surface. They’re laughing. I would be too if I heard something that awful.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

Namjoon presses play and I can immediately tell how good it’s going to be. When we get to Jimin’s part it’s so amazing I want to start making out with him right now. I’m so absorbed that I fall out of my chair. Everyone laughs and Tae helps me up.

“Are you just becoming Jimin now?” Namjoon asks

“Yeah, Jimin is that you?” Jin jokes

“JIMIIIINN-SSSIII!!!” Hobi shouts.

I turn to look at Jimin, his head is on the table. Everyone stops laughing.

“Minnie! What’s wrong?” I ask

“Do you feel sick?” Namjoon asks

He doesn’t look up, “Just tired. I’ll be fine”

I nod and start petting his hair.

“You’ve been tired a lot lately Minnie, are you sure you’ve been getting enough sleep? You always go to the studio so early.” Jin worries.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He says that but he doesn’t look fine at all. He looks like he’s about to cry. I’m worried.

“Heavy schedules are hard on anyone. This will get better soon. Then we can do something fun together.” Hobi says brightening the mood as always. I’m still worried. I’ve never seen Jimin like this and honestly, it scares me. But then again haven’t we all gotten a bit intense at some point. I mentally battle with myself the entire rest of the day, making sure to be extra affectionate to Minnie.

He goes back to normal as if nothing happened but I keep a close eye on him.

After the song finishes he looks thoughtfully at Namjoon. “It is great but does it really need my part though?”

“Oh. Did you want to do another part? You should have told us sooner. We could-“

“No,” I can tell that he’s choosing his words carefully, “what I mean is. Does the song really need my voice?”

“What!?” Namjoon looks very confused and I’m sure I do too.

“You’re part of this group Jimin-ah, besides we’ve already finished we can’t take it out now.” Jin says, adding a joke at the end. I swear something on Jimin’s face looks like he didn’t take it that way.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

I try to brush it off like nothing happened but the hyungs, and Jungkook are all watching me now. Great, I’ve caused trouble again. I hate this feeling. I can tell they’re all disappointed with my work but too polite to say something. I wish they would.

Next, the planning for the music video begins. We don’t do it all by ourselves but it’s good to come up with a basic outline. I already did one experiment and there were less hate comments and more likes and views without me so with this in mind  I try again gently, casually suggesting, picking my words every so carefully so that they don’t realise what I’m doing. One by one I manage to either minimise or remove my parts of the music video.

Everything is going okay at least, I’m getting better in shape and somewhat improving my singing. It is a little upsetting that all my effort isn’t paying off as much as I expected because I still have a long way to but when I’m ready I start being in the music videos again. When I’m worthy of the fans.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

I’m still shocked at Jimin wanting to take his part out of the song. Is he thinking about leaving the group? He would have told me . . . Right?

——

~ T ~ I ~ M ~ E ~ ~ ~ S ~ K ~ I ~ P ~

It’s been two weeks since Jimin first went to the studio early and he’s been doing it everyday since. He’s been working so hard. He’s amazing but I hardly ever get to spend time with him anymore. We are of course with each other all the time but we’re not really focusing on eachother (for me it’s hard not to focus on him) he’s been so focused on work these days and we haven’t gone on a date in so long.

Most of the time he doesn’t eat meals with us and he comes home later so tired that he ends up falling asleep on the couch. I understand working hard but this, this is too much. I miss him. I miss my mochi. (Yeah that’s right ARMY, he’s mine! Are you jealous?)

I wake up as usual, stupidly hopeful that he’ll be there, actually resting, with me. And as usual it’s only me. I head aimlessly toward the kitchen where Jin and Hobi-hyung cook breakfast. (Namjoon-hyung was banned from the kitchen years ago)

We eat together, the hyungs chat and Tae smiles sympathetically at me. I sigh trusfratedly I want to do something for Minnie. Then I get the idea.

“Hey it’s Minnie’s birthday in two days, why don’t we throw him a surprise party?”

“Yeah”

“That’s a great idea.”

“We should have enough time to get a cake made.”

The hyungs are all in agreement and the plan is set. We won’t breathe a word of this to Jimin, he’ll be so surprised.

JIMIN’S P.OV.

Two days later: 13th October (Jimin’s Birthday)

I wake up earlier than everybody else as usual. The dorm is quiet and calm and dark and lonely. I ended up sleeping on the couch again and my tail is sore and stiff. Not only from sleeping in an awkward position but from keeping it hidden it’s a necessity but still I selfishly wish i didn’t have to. Especially today, my birthday. None of the members have mentioned anything about it.

I guess they forgot. I try to be happy that I’m not distracting them or being a nuisance anymore but I can’t. I’ve barely spent any time with Jungkook since I’ve started my new regimen. He stays up late, but I stay up later and when I get back to the dorms I’m always so tired that I fall asleep in my clothes. I shower at the company gym so I don’t wake the members.

Silently I grab some clothes from my closet and then I head out. I can’t help myself from crying. I still love Jungkook so much and I know that it’s awful but I wish he’d love me even though I’m still so ugly. But I’ve gotten so much better haven’t I? So why doesn’t he love me? Then I remember that perfect, beautiful, glorious Kim Taehyung exists. I sob again.

I don’t know why I ever thought it would be a good idea to walk today. I guess I thought it would be good to clear my head today. Now I feel awful, my body feels heavy and I have the beginnings of a headache. Then I remember that this is what it’s supposed to feel like, this must be however one else feels in order to look so perfect, right? I just had to start working a bit harder.

—-

~ T ~ I ~ M ~ E ~ ~ ~ S ~ K ~ I ~ P ~

It’s been 10 minutes since dance practice was supposed to start and not one of the members has shown up yet. The ache has settled deep into my bones. They’re probably just stuck in traffic or something. I force myself to keep dancing. Just as I’m going to break down and call Jin-hyung, choreographer-nim comes in.

“Jimin-ssi I came to tell you that your schedules have been cancelled. You can go back home and rest. You should.” He says looking slightly awkward then he leaves.

I just stand there for a moment in shock. They cancelled my schedule, the company must not want me here anymore. I mean I guess I always knew that I wasn’t good enough and all my effort is too little too late but so suddenly. I feel myself sinking to the floor. Then I get up, I can’t be sitting here uselessly.

I get to work. I do the routine over and over until I find my mind drifting off to other places while my body moves. My mind drifts off to the dorm, where I want to be lying in bed . . . With Jungkook. I want him to massage my back and kiss me and tell me he loves me. I force the happy memories down.

I’m so tired and sore that I can hardly stand. I hear the click of the door opening.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

I wake up and press the feeling of loneliness down. I’ll see Jimin soon.

We woke up early but I guess Jimin was earlier because he’s nowhere to be seen. It works out for us but still sends a stab of longing through me. After we eat breakfast we do the decorating and Namjoon and Jin-hyung go to pick up the cake while Hobi picks everyone’s outfits and cleans the kitchen and living room again. Yoongi, who for his part did a lot of the ecorating, sits at the table sipping his morning coffee. He’ll be fully awake in about half an hour.

When Jin and Namjoon come back with the cake they don’t let me see it. They were in charge of the design so it’ll actually be a surprise for me as well.

We should be leaving for the company by now but we got manager-nim to cancel our schedules for the day. I text Jimin and tell him to come home. He doesn’t reply so I text again. I even try calling him. I get worried then remember he probably just has his phone silenced so I call the choreographer because he’s probably still at the company today and tell him to go and tell Jimin that schedules will have been cancelled. I explain the surprise to him and he enthusiastically agrees.

15 minutes later I am still waiting. The choreographer should have told him by now, my Jimin should be home. I text the choreography and he says that he told him. I am very worried now.

“We have to find him, what if something happened?!” I shout

“What! Who?”

“Jimin.”

“Is he not at the studio?”

“I don’t know but he should be here by now.”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

We run downstairs and run to Tae’s car, somehow Namjoon-hyung ends up in the driver's seat and has to switch with Jin-hyung. We race off towards the company.

When we get inside we immediately split up, Namjoon takes the gym, Jin takes the cafeteria, Hobi and Yoongi take the bathrooms and recording rooms respectively.  

I take the dance studios. I go to the room we normally use first.

I hear footsteps and throw the door open.

Jimin is dancing, he does our latest routines flawlessly, but robotically and his eyes look far away. I can only see the back of him so I watch his reflection in the mirror. He looks empty, pale with dark circles under his puffy eyes. He’s crying. I run over to him.

I wrap my arms around him, encircling him in a big hug.

“It’s okay, don’t cry, I’m here.” I whisper

He sinks into my arms as if he can’t support his own weight anymore. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?” He asks.

“Didn’t the choreographer tell you? Our schedules were cancelled today.” I ask

“Yes, but I thought It was just mine.” He explains, freeing himself of my grip.

“Why would it be just yours?” I’m really confused. He doesn’t answer.

I persist, “If you knew why you didn't come home, why did you stay here.”

“I just wanted to practise some more.”

“But Minnnnie!” My voice cracks, “you’ve been practising so much, I never get to spend time with you anymore. I miss you!” I’m crying now.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

Jungkook is crying, now I’ve really done it, I’ve made him cry. I can’t do anything right. I want to ask him if he knows about the company cutting me but my worries feel silly with him in my arms.

He’s crying and I have to comfort him. It's the least I can do. I know this is necessary but I’ve been a terrible friend.

I pet his hair and rub his back until he calms down. His grip on me is tight and I can tell he won’t be letting me go anytime soon.

“Come one Kook, let's go home.” I say, I can feel less guilty cutting my practice short because it’s for a friend.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

Now I feel even worse, Jimin is clearly tired but now he has to comfort me. I make sure to keep a tight grip on Jimin so he doesn’t fall over like he looks like he could with only a single gust of wind.

I text the hyungs quickly and they drive back to the dorm. I managed to stall by telling Jimin to take a shower.

I go through his bag and realise he doesn’t have any clean clothes to change into, apparently he realises this too because I hear the bathroom door opening. He comes out shirtless, only a towel wrapped around his waist, normally I enjoy ogling at his chest but now I just stare. He’s somehow lost enough weight, you can see it. I think back to the last half month, I haven't seen him eat anything, but he must have at some point or he’d be dead by now. I let this keep me from completely spiralling out of control. Stress causes people to lose weight right? He must have been very stressed out these last few weeks but what could possibly have stressed him out to this point?

“Park Jimin!” I can only gasp but then I stop seeing how shy he looks. I remember that he’s been under so much stress that yelling won’t be of any help at all.

“Jungkook, I uh, I don’t have any fresh clothes. Can I borrow your sweatshirt, I can just wear the same pants from before?”

I’m still in shock. “Sure.” We can talk about this later. I hold Jimin close to me supporting his frail looking body with my own. He looks ready to fall asleep, or pass out, or both. I know I should probably take him to the hospital but for right now we both need a relaxed environment. I’m sure his surprise will cheer him up and we can get some food for him even if it’s only cake or sweets.

We get back to the dorm and I knock loudly on the door. I hear footsteps. I open the door and we walk into the decorated living room. Jimin doesn’t notice at first then he does. He looks around, a bit in awe.

“You did all of this . . . for me?”

I smile.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

Jungkook smiles the biggest cutest bunny smile I’ve ever seen.

“Happy Birthday hyung!” He says still smiling.

I want to kiss him, I want to kiss him so, so bad, but I resist.

Then I hear more footsteps. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMIN-SSI!!!” The hyungs and Tae appear out from behind the wall carrying a handmade banner reading “!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY WE LOVE YOU MOCHI!!!” In big colourful letters.

They all hug me. I haven't had much physical contact with any of the hyungs or Jungkook in ages, the warmth surrounds me and takes away the aching feeling.

“Annnd, guess what? We have cake!” Hobi, Tae and Kook shout.

I smile, trying to match their level of excitement but the cake could be a problem. It’s probably full of sugar and calories in the frosting alone. I can’t eat it and ruin all my hard work.

“Alright,” Jin-hyung commands, “Hobi, Yoongi you two cut and serve cake. I’ll set up the V-Live.”

V-Live, what’s the point it’s not like anyone will watch it? Then I get an idea that I can hide my face with a mask. If any of the members ask I’ll just say that I’m not feeling well, it will also give me an excuse not to eat cake.

I grab a mask from the bathroom cabinet and put it on.

Hobi-hyung sees me first. “Are you feeling alright Min?”

“Yeah, I just think I’m coming down with a small cold is all.”

“Okay, do you want some tea or anything? Hyung will make you some.”

“Oh, no it’s okay. I really don’t feel that bad.”

“That’s good but tell us if you start feeling worse.”

“Of course.” I sigh, I almost made hyung go out of the way for me again.

Jungkook is immediately concerned when he sees my mask. I assure him it’s just a tiny cold. He seems to believe me.

We greet ARMY and show the cake. People ask why I have the mask on and Jungkook answers for me.

“Minnie’s caught a little cold, he’ll be fine.”

Lots of comments of "feel better, get well soon” and “stay healthy" appear in the comments section. I actually smile. Then I see another hate comment and the smile disappears.

Jin holds the cake while we sing and I blow the candles out. We all sit down on the sofa. Hoseok snuggles next to Yoongi, Namjoon sits on the floor in front of Jin, while Jin massages his head, Tae sits next to Jungkook and I sit in Jungkook’s lap.

Cake plates are passed around until everyone but me has one. Tae begins to pass me a piece of the cake.

“Um, I’m not very hungry right now, maybe I’ll have some later.” I say trying my very best to smile. Then I remember I have the mask on.

“Do you want something else, hyung can make you some other food. It might help you feel better.” Namjoon asks. I can tell he’s concerned.

“No it’s alright I just don’t have much of an appetite today.”

Jungkook gives me a look, I know he noticed that I lost weight. I didn’t mean for him to notice in case him or any of the other members got unnecessarily worried. I purposefully wore clothes that hid it but when he saw me without a shirt it was obvious.

“Min, you should eat something. It really would help your cold.”

I nod, “I’ll eat later.”

—

A few minutes into the V-Live I almost kiss Jungkook. I’m grateful for the mask which reminds me not to. Then it happens again. I scoot farther away. The members are talking but I can’t hear anything over how chilled I suddenly feel.

Now that I’m not right up against Jungkook, I notice how cold the room is. I shiver and tuck my hands into the pockets of Jungkook’s hoodie, thankfully he let me wear it. I feel a tickle in my nose and stifle five thick wet sneezes into the crook of my elbow. The mask does most of the work but it’s all snotty now so I should probably get a new one.

I feel miserable. I almost ask Jungkook for a hug. I have to get out of here before I do something that embarrasses him. Besides, I don’t have the energy to pretend to smile anymore.

“Sorry everyone, I’m tired, I’m going to lie down for a bit, okay.”

“Alright, at least come say bye before we end the Live.” Hoseok says

“You don’t have to end the Live, just continue on without me.” I say, heading towards the room. I feel dizzy, black spots dance across my vision and then consume everything.

JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V

We’re all talking about our favourite moments with Jimin that we’ve had this year when I heard someone sneeze. It’s so quiet I can barely hear it over the conversation but then I see Jimin his elbow pressed to his face despite the mask. Though the sneezes soft I hear the mucus.

“Sorry everyone , I’m tired, I’m going to lie down for a bit, okay.” Jimin says suddenly. He looks almost as pale as Yoongi. I can hear the congestion seeping into his voice.

“Alright, at least come say bye before we end the Live.” Hoseok, like the rest of us, looks confused. He can’t just leave his own Birthday V-Live.

“You don’t have to end the Live, just continue on without me.” Jimin says, he shrugs and turns toward our room. He only makes it a few steps before he falls with a hollow thump, to the floor.

My legs are moving before my brain can process what has happened.

“Jimin," I shout shaking him, he doesn't move.

“It’s okay, he’s just fainted.” Namjoon informs us.

“He’s burning up! Someone get the thermometer, quick!” Hoseok yells.

“What could’ve caused this, he said he only had a small cold.” Jin-hyung asks.

“Well he hasn’t bee-” I start but tae cuts me off

“We should probably end the V-Live now.”

“Oh yeah.” Joon runs over to the camera. “Salanghae ARMY!” and cuts off the broadcast.

We take Jimin back to our room and set him on the bed.

“I think he just over exhausted himself.” Yoongi speculates

“Yeah, he’s been working very hard lately.” Namjoon nods.

Jin still has the V-Live app open and something catches my eye.

@Taekook4life - Oh-em-gee!!!, Taekook were so cute, shame they had to cut the live off because of that stupid whiny cat boy

> @OT6 - Yeah, did you hear Namjoon say that he fainted, how pathetic

> > @Jimin-has-no-jams - I can't believe they even let someone so weak be part of the group

> > > @hybrid-hater - seriously and like I said, freaks belong in a circus.

The comments make my blood boil. How could people still ship Tae and I when Jimin and I are in a public relationship. These people are saying such mean things I want to punch something.

“Hyungs, look” I point the comments out to them. They shrink back, aghast.

“Is this like a common thing?” asks Tae

“I don’t know, let’s check other places.” Namjoon suggests.

We check all of our most recent content and find tons more comments, some screen-names keep coming up but there are just so many.

The cover we listened to comes up in our suggested results and when I accidentally click on it instead of the video below it I see it. At first it sounds like the user is completing the singer but then it takes a turn.

@anti1357 - wow ARMY-BLINK💜, this cover is so good, especially Jimin’s part you sing some much better, you should take his place

> @hybrid-hater - totally! This song is actually great without that ugly hybrid.

> > @btsucks - yeah and people say he’s the visuals, ugh! 🤮

> > > @Jimin-has-no-jams - ikr freak! 🐈🤡

I’m full of rage but I can’t stop looking, the next thing is a selca I took with Minnie about two weeks ago.

@Taekook4life - literally ewww! Beautiful Jeon Jungkook . . . with him, but like Jimin is soo ugly tho. And you can see the fat on him. Jungkook needs to just get with Kim Taehyung instead.

> @Jimin’s-jams - first of all that’s so rude, that’s muscle, from dancing, and I bet he can dance so much better than any of us can! so pls be quiet.

> > @OT6 - if they’re muscles from dancing then why’s he so terrible at dancing then, honestly he’s a joke, I bet Bang Pd just felt bad for him.

> > > @Solo-stan - he must have because Jimin can’t even sing that well, he is literally so whiny.

We’re all horrified. Jimin must’ve seen these comments and started believing them. It all makes sense now. Why Jimin has been hiding his ears and tail and even himself. Why he didn’t want to be in the dance practice video, why he tried to take himself out of the music video and even the song.

I can feel the tears dripping down my cheeks and not only mine but the other members are crying as well, we seem to have reached the realisation at the same time.

“Gahh, we’re such bad friends, how come we didn’t see it?” Hobi wails.

“No, it’s my fault,” I say, “I’m his boyfriend, I should've seen it.”

“It’s in the past now. All we can do is to make sure that our Mochi gets better.” Namjoon says, patting the sleeping Jimin’s hair.

We all nod.

“We’ll make Jimin some soup and tea and leave you two alone.” Jin-hyung says

“Thank you.” I say quietly.

JIMIN’S P.O.V

I open my eyes and everything is blurry. Slowly my vision clears and I see a familiar face standing over me. Jungkook. A feeling of calmness washes over me, as long as he’s here I’m safe.

Then before I even realise what he’s doing he plants a kiss on my forehead. His lips are soft and warm against my skin. I try to sit up but can’t. Panic sets in, if I can’t even sit up how am I supposed to dance.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here.” He motions for me to breathe with him. I do and it makes me feel better almost immediately. I try to sit up again and this time he helps me.

“Take it easy. You’re not well, Min.” He croons, helping me sit up. I am acutely aware of his hand on my back.

“Not well?” I question not only my condition but his delicate phrasing.

“You fainted, do you remember that?”

“I just remember really wanting to just sleep, then everything went black and now I’m here.”

“That’s good, I don’t think you hit your head.” He says, sounding a bit more like himself now.

I’m so tired and his voice is so soft that I can’t help bursting into tears. Before I can stop it it all comes flooding out.

“Kookie, I don’t feel good.” I hate the whine in my voice but I can’t stop it

“I know, baby, I know. Can you tell me what hurts.” He hugs me, his grip is gentle but I can still feel his warmth.

I think for a moment “Everything.” Then I feel a tickle in my nose and sneeze thickly right into his neck. My face heats up.

“I’mb ‘orry.” I sniffle pathetically. The last thing I need to do is get Jungkook sick. “I’mb a bess.”

“No, no you’re not. It’s okay, you are not a mess, you have a cold. It happens to everyone.”

“You should go, I don’t want to get you sick. I’ve caused enough trouble already.”

He looks sadly at me, “Is that how you really feel, Minnie.”

I can’t help but nod.

“You have never caused me any trouble.” He says taking a tissue from the bedside table and wiping my nose. I blush again.

“But” I sob, “I’ve been a terrible friend.”

“No. You have been dealing with a lot, the only person you've been terrible to is yourself.” He cups my face in his hands and kisses me.

I try to push him off, what is he doing?

“So what if I get sick?” He shrugs and kisses me again. “You’re my boyfriend, I love you.” He mumbles the words softly as we kiss. He must see the look of hesitation on my face because he sighs, “Minnie, I sleep right next to you. I’m going to catch this cold anyway.” He starts kissing me again and I can’t help but reciprocate the actions, an automatic reflex.

When he stops I look straight into his big doe eyes, they’re sad. I bet he wishes he didn’t love someone like me and even though I know I shouldn't be, I’m so disgustingly happy that he does. Something he said surprises me belatedly.

“You're still my boyfriend?”

He looks a bit shocked. “Yes, I mean if you still want me to be.”

“Of course.” I answer back too quickly. Again, it’s a reflex, a reflex to love, maybe, maybe, just maybe . . . . . I’m not such a very bad terrible person after all. I try to squash down this hope but it won’t go. There is still one thing though, in his arms it feels so stupid but I have to know.

“But what about Taehyung?”

His face morphs into an expression of extreme confusion, “Taehyung? . . . . .” then it changes to one of horror. “You didn’t think . . . You didn’t think that- that I-” His voice breaks into almost nothing. “No, I love you and ONLY you Jimin. Taehyung is like a brother to me, nothing more. YOU are my love, the love of my life. You are my life. You and only you. Do you understand what I just said?”

“Yes.” I say quietly. He smiles and hugs me tighter. I crush the disappointment in my chest. I selfishly want him to kiss me again. He still looks sad.

He pulls away so I can fully see his face. “Did-didn’t” he pauses, looking like he’s trying not to cry, “Didn’t you miss this bed?”

I don’t understand immediately, then I remember I’ve been sleeping on the couch for the last two weeks. The difference is vast once I actually pay attention. The bed is soft and warm and cosy with a fluffy blanket and pillow that both smell like Jungkook. I much prefer it over the couch.

“I did.” I admit. I hope he doesn’t think I’m selfish.

“Well then come back. Sleep with me tonight, we can just sleep right now if you want.”

I’m so tired but I’m afraid that if I go to sleep now that when I wake up I’ll realise that this was all a dream and Jungkook doesn’t actually love me. I wanna stay in this dream. I need a way I can dream on. I shake my head.

“Alright, we can do whatever you want.”

I shiver, still feeling cold despite the comforter.

“How about a nice warm bath?”

I nod. Jungkook helps me out of bed and to the bathroom where he starts getting the bath ready. He takes off his shirt, and then his pants leaving only his bare chest and boxers. He’s beautiful. I could never look like that.

“Like what you see?” He teases, I blush right up to my forehead.

“I could never deserve you.” I sigh the words to myself, the look on his face says he heard.

He shakes his head and comes up to me, forcing me to face my reflection in the mirror. He takes off my shirt.

“You, Park Jimin, are a masterpiece.” He whispers into my ear.

I can’t stop myself from smiling. He continues, trailing his hands over my chest, his fingers leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. “You can sing and dance beautifully and you’re incredibly cute.” He continues listing good things about me but I just focus on the sound of his voice. The voice of a man who loves me, he’s beautiful and he’s mine.

He ends his speech with a kiss on my lips. “Now come one, you’ve got goosebumps, let's get you warm.” I lean into his touch as he strips me down completely and helps me into the bath.

I sit back and let Jungkook work, pausing occasionally to kiss me, on the neck, on the shoulder, on the arm until he’s kissed almost every surface of my body.

“I saw the comments.” He says as he begins massaging shampoo into my hair.

I don’t know what to say to that but I feel the tears roll down my cheeks.

“Those people are stupid, cowardly trolls hiding behind screen names because they can’t bear to say those things to your amazingly good looking face.”

“I know.” I sob, suddenly feeling very stupid. “How could I let those people control my life like that?”

“It’s not your fault, Minne, anyone would crumble under all that pressure. You’re so strong and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this just because of some stupid shit people said on the internet. You’re beautiful just the way you are. And as for me I much prefer you healthy than stick thin. You need to stay healthy so you can do what you love. You’re never home, I’ve missed you.” He kisses my shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too.” I turn around to face him, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper. His lips are soft and warm against mine, everything I’ve missed, everything I need to feel good about myself. A warm sensation fills my body, taking the cold and the aching away. I feel a tickle in my nose try to turn away but I sneeze on Jungkook anyway.

“Ah, I’m going to give you my cold.” I half sigh, half laugh and try to pull away.

“I don’t care.” Jungkook whispers kissing me again

“I do.”

“Don’t.” He argues and for the moment, I really don’t care, until I feel goose bumps forming along my arms again.

“Kook the water’s getting cold.”

He pulls away and turns the tap to add more hot water to the bath. He resumes washing my hair, it feels good, not as good as kissing but still good all the same. He tips my head back to rinse the shampoo out. I smile at him.

“I’ve missed this,” he says, “I’ve missed us. Next time something is bothering you please just come to me or one of the hyungs but please don’t sit on it and let yourself treat yourself badly.”

“Of course.”

“You promise.”

“Yes.”

We get out of the bath and dry ourselves off, Jungkook wears only a shirt and joggers himself but gives me one of his hoodies to wear and some of my fluffy pyjama bottoms. I love Kook’s hoodies, the scent and the softness relaxes me. It reminds me of how tired I am. The bed with all its soft pillows and blankets looks more tempting than ever, I lay down.

“Do you want to sleep now?”

Once again I hesitate, I’m sure now, that this isn’t all a dream, but I don’t really want to be alone either.

“I’ll be here, right here. With you.” He says it as if he’s read my mind.

“You're sure?”

“Absolutely.” He says climbing under the covers next to me. I feel his warmth against mine. I fall asleep listening to his whispers of “I love you.”

(A/N: I'll probably do a Jungkook P.O.V. chapter and then a final one from both of their perspectives maybe. Sorry if the formatting is strange.)

[dandywonderous]

🤡 👀 for the fanfic writer ask meme (-takohebi)

🤡 I do try to make myself laugh a lot with the fics that I write, especially when I’m writing for canons that have a lot of comedy naturally (and I am already drawn to canons that have a lot of comedy naturally so it lines up a lot). I think the funniest fic I’ve ever written is Things Overheard (Hiding Under the Bed of the King of Athens) (warning: NSFW) for the Hades fandom, a fic where Zagreus doesn’t want to get caught in the coliseum and has to hide under Theseus’s bed, unfortunately when Theseus and Asterius are feeling a little... amorous. It contains bits like this:

“What an absolutely bracing workout, friend Asterius! With the progress we’ve made today, I’m sure we will handily defeat the hellspawn when next he shows his accursed face!”

Oh great. His accursed face is right here.

I’m not saying I’m a comic genius or anything but I do try!

On the not sex comedy side of the spectrum since I’ve been writing a lot for ROTTMNT I have stuff like this:

“Wait, water, wind, and fire?” Leo laughed. “Do you remember the twenty-first night of September?”

“Okay, first of all, thanks for getting that song stuck in my head for the next week, second, that’s Earth, Wind and Fire, third, you’re dumb, fourth, we’re getting off track here.” Donnie scowled in Leo’s general direction. “Focus! What happened after you were thrown off the roof?”

TWST is a really funny canon but looking back over my fics I realize I don’t do a whole lot of joking in those because I’m too busy writing Sweet and Tender Azujami moments oops.

👀 ROTTMNT is what is consuming my brain rn BUT something I want to work on for TWST when I get some time is a fic where Azul talks to his stepdad and gets some advice/reassurance (basically he asks his dad why he found his mom attractive which is a roundabout way of hunting for assurance that his crush will find him attractive). I feel like Azul’s stepdad is sorely underutilized!! It’s really cute to me that they seem to have a good relationship to the point that Azul just calls him his dad and only clarifies that he’s talking about his stepdad, and I want to write something that explores that relationship.

[swaqcenix]

thank you very much! haha, wow, now I'm cool and your favorite anon….. these hashtags made me snigger maliciously. 🙂

thank you so much for your support and everything you wrote. it's really important to me and helps me feel a little more confident.":) and you can congratulate me, I really got the first place.

And OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO TRY MY BEST, and WHAT ARE U TOLLKING ABOUT, of course I'm going to LOVE your future work. pfft, I see Peggy in the fanfiction - I automatically "❤️" it and get ready to wish happiness to the author and his whole family. lol.

I love discussing plots and the behavior of characters, although I don't seem to really like spoilers........👁👁 however, judging by your words, the main cherry on the cake in this fanfiction has not yet been revealed. and that's good. ;)

Hmm, "the visit"? Is this the movie that Kathryn Hahn played in? If so, I watched it. Really strange movie, which is more psychologically depressing than frightening, to be honest … and thank you!! you're so caring, it makes me mentally squeak.☠️

I don't know why I react this way to any good contacts with people.😐

annddd wow.. wow. you're right. I was somewhat struck by your words about all this. just this fact that someone remembers the phrases of their favorite characters and make some conclusions from it. Also, your words about the concept and much more. And oh my God, you're making me blush, stop it, fkljgkfdga 👽 also, I'm glad to be a good listener for you. 🦋

to be honest, sometimes I think that the profession of my dreams would be just to sit silently and listen to people talking about some fragments of their lives and some clever thoughts.

...

although, probably, this place is occupied by God.👍

or psychologists. in some way. or priests.

Oh, you little naughty girl! for unauthorized interference with the work of my brain and its suspension, you are obliged to compensate for the damage by writing and publishing fan fiction, which I'm looking forward to.

OH MY GOD, THE DETAILS.

wow, so much sense! I love it!(!!!) seems like when i wiil review this terribly boring movie, sorry. I watched it just for Peggy movie, I will always remember you and this fan fiction, lol honestly, I don't even know what to think looking at these photos. but it looks like it's connected to the past. perhaps the reader is someone who has been with Peggy in the past and seeing alive reader from other universe now, with Wanda, Peggy will… like…

*shows a brain explosion with hands*

you know?

well, i dont🤡

hmmm.

BAAHAHAHAHA now you're my main reason why I obsessively check tumblr all the time. thank you

by the way, do you want to exchange with me three songs that you like at this point in time? here are my:

the dismemberment song, blue kid

runs in the family, amanda palmer

крепость, дайте танк(!)

if you want, I could translate the last song for you. I know russian well enough :)

you are my favourite anon and the sweetest fr! no jokes intended little anon :) you sniggering bless you! 💌

no worries the support is meant and i'm so glad you're getting some confidence it's all you can do is just try and be yourself. I'm SO PROUD OF YOU, you really deserved that congratulations darling! <3

see you say that now i'm just shaking that it goes to plan, but hopefully it should! bahahaha, i feel you there when it comes to seeing that just instant like fr 💗

oh heaven forbid no, i wouldn't spoil it for you dear you'd need to the excitement and the surprise built up enough! the cherry on the cake is yet to be revealed you'll love it though :)) i hope

yes that one!! don't ask why i enjoy it so much, maybe it purely is for the little kathryn content we get hun, but idk i have some strange taste in films i just enjoy anything that's horror or suspense for the adrenaline. oh sweet that's adorable your little squeaks? 🥹

heyy your reactions are valid okay? remember that it's a safe space here for a reason! <3 🍓

as you can tell i do have an enjoyment going into depth with my work and my thoughts. i thrive on indulging etc, i really do enjoy it! <3 aww you're blushing, so cute! no i love it you're genuinely so sweet love! 💌

that's a really interesting concept tbh, you're more of a listener i love that. the listeners of this world are like wind through the breeze and the whisper of a river, calm and there collected with their thoughts :))

perhaps it is, i always do enjoy indulging in thoughts i can often get carried away with!

oh yes, i do tend to be a naughty little girl a lot 😌 but okay i suppose i'll compensate through this fanfic, besides it's for the best anon right! 🫶

ahhh yes see, i didn't mind the movie tbh i definitely had seen it's pro's and con's. i'm so glad you liked my little analysis of characters sweetie! HMMM perhaps it is perhaps it isn't i shall reveal nothing. 🤭 my secrets for the fanfic is yet to be revealed but that made me smile that you'll think of this fic fr! <3

AHAHHA brain explosion you do make me laugh, i love reading you little messages! sweet sweet anon, you're so kind! i'm the main reason? i better up my game if that's the case then 🥹

i'll give those a listen as soon as i post this tell love!! <3 fun fact i do speak quite a bit of russian so i should be okay 😌

My three songs i'll share with you are:

• Pray - Zana

• La De La Mala Suerte- Jesse and Joy (i can help if you don't quite understand the lyrics or it's meaning!!💌)

• Feels Like Coming Home- Jetta <33

stay safe sweetie! :))

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

finally put together my answers for ficwip’s 2024 in review questions! idk why i took so long, did i think i was gonna get another fic posted in 2024? well, maybe.

How many fics have you worked on since January? now that is hard to answer. do we count two sentence snippets that have yet to meaningfully go anywhere? just stories that got titles, or placeholder titles? ehhh, i’m gonna split the difference. fourteen 911 fics (one posted), twenty-three one piece fics (ten posted), one mob psycho 100 fic.

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? i’ve joked about this too many times to count, but it’s only funny because it’s true: actually writing a make out scene instead of fading to black.

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.) *looks up at #1* uh, yeah, one piece and the clown pirate-adjacent parts of that series in particular.

How many fandoms did you write for this year? three; i poked at some wips from past years, but the mp100 one is the only one i made real progress on. everything else was new this year.

What ships captured your heart? 🤡🍶 and 🚒🚁

What characters captured your heart? 🤡 and 🚁, though their partners were never far from my mind.

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year? yeah, i had paid absolutely zero attention to 911 fandom before i caught wind of the bisexual realization storyline in april.

What fic meant the most to you to write? i know i’ve kissed you before, but i didn’t do it right—the second-longest thing i’ve ever written, and in writing it i wrote the story i’d been wanting to read (more or less) since my interest in shuggy first hit. it was a ton of fun to write and got me talking to a lot of fantastic, enthusiastic buggy fans here on tumblr.

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? something blue. very easy to write, fast to write, fun to write, and also fun to edit to the word count i wanted. (four parts exactly 500 words, one part 25 words, and one part 1,000 words.)

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? i know i’ve kissed you before. it took forever and a day to get that last part done, but those last few paragraphs were so satisfying to get down on paper.

What fic was the most difficult to write? home (the gilded lily remix). the fic it was a remix of had so much visual symbolism built in that i wanted to parallel, but including it without being obvious about it was a struggle. that final visual was a last minute addition to the fic that i think really made it, and before i figured that out i was stressed about how incomplete things felt.

What fic was the easiest to write? [angry clown noises], no question. ask box fic gets written when the fic is easier to write than the equivalent meta, and this one just rolled out of me.

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year? well, longest is obviously i know i’ve kissed you before, at a bit under 35,000 words. shortest turns out to be inferiority “complex?” i find it quite simple at about 350 words, a silly little bit of young celestial dragon!shanks ask box fic.

What were your go-to writing songs? i don’t really listen to music while writing—lyrics tend to distract me—but as far as inspiration goes, i gotta go with mitski’s pink in the night. title inspo for two or three fics this year!

What was the hardest fic to title? i went back and forth on half a dozen options for the parenthetical part of home—i’m a traditionalist when it comes to titling remixes, i gotta have a “the x remix” parenthetical in there. i knew i was switching the title from “house” to “home,” but i could not decide how best to indicate what this fic was focusing on. something about gender? suppressed rage? suppressed despair? eventually i decided to go with the concept of a gilded lily: a beautiful living thing given excessive adornment that will ultimately kill it.

What's your favorite title of the year? i think charm/offensive is a pretty decent piece of wordplay titling (my favorite kind). there’s the concept of a charm offensive (using your charm to get what you want), and the fact that shanks is both charming and offensive to buggy over the course of this short fic.

Share your favorite opening line this is more a favorite opening/ending pair, because i think very neatly sums up the whole point of something blue in two sentences: “You should come with me.” “I never was any good at saying no to you and meaning it.”

Share your favorite ending line not particularly fancy writing, but as a conclusion to the arc buggy went through during i know i’ve kissed you before i think this line is very effective: Over his shoulder, he promised, “Until next time, Red-Hair!”

Share your favorite piece of dialogue ooh, hard to pick! i think i have to go with this bit from the end of something blue: “I’m pretty sure I’d remember if I asked you to marry me before.” Buggy rolled his eyes more emphatically. “Not literally the same question, dumbass. But you’ve always been asking me to be with you, ever since that first day.”

Share your funniest line ugh, what is humor? have i ever written anything funny? suddenly i don’t know. i guess the end of [angry clown noises]: Shanks gives Beckman an intent look, a bright flush high in his cheeks. “Yes literally.” After a moment, Beckman puts it together. He buries his head in his hands. “Oh my god.”

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? i didn’t know if i know i’ve kissed you before!buggy was actually going to sleep with shanks until i got to the scene where he talked it through with galdino. that didn’t meaningfully change the ending of the fic, but it made it a lot easier for them to have the sad topics conversation that i had vaguely intended to get to before buggy left the ship.

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand? scrivener my beloved!! it’s so nice to be able to write without wifi and have confidence that what i’ve written is safe. i have so many blank notebooks in my life, i really should write more by hand, but my thoughts move so much faster than i can handwrite that i lose track of where i am in the scene and my motivation gets snuffed out. once, my phone died while i was waiting to meet with my aunt for lunch, and i was bored enough that i went into a barnes & nobles, bought a tiny notebook and a tiny pen, and wrote five or ten pages of fluff set sometime in the future of clash of the four emperors, but that’s all i handwrote this year iirc.

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? finishing i know i’ve kissed you before, no question.

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? i feel like i must have, but i can’t remember the specifics. :/ i think i might’ve treated myself to a nice dinner after i know i’ve kissed you before was done?

How did you recharge between fics? with great difficulty, lmao. seriously, though? reading well-regarded published fiction. highlights from this year include sabriel, leguin’s earthsea trilogy, and clive barker’s short stories. reading short stories in particular is a great way to get me thinking about style, in a way that feels less mean than reading mediocre fic and thinking, “oh, i wouldn’t have done that, i’d’ve worded that sentence this way to get this effect.” when i catch myself reading fic like that, i know it’s time to get some original fiction in me.

Did you create fanworks other than fic? mm, technically yes? i record myself reading fics on occasion, a very unpolished kind of podfic, but i haven’t published podfic in a decade, i wouldn’t know how to do it anymore.

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!) two, if i remember correctly. the @op-fanwork-exchange and their summer remix. both a fun time!

If this were an awards show, who would you thank? my sister for her occasional occupation as my beta reader and/or vent receptacle alpha reader and @midydoof, my constant collaborator and inspiration. 💜

What's left on your to-do list for 2024? *blows raspberry*

What would you like to write next year? where do i start? shuggy bodyswap, [redacted] for mids, this bucktommy angstfest, at least one other thing teased during my birthday countdown back in july… and, of course, the fic tentatively titled guess i’m a coward (i just want to feel alright). shanks pov has to stop feeling like pulling teeth eventually, right?