#and in interviews to camera she's captioned 'The Guide'

[itzynabi]

that’s so evie ep 1

posted: 24 february 2023

word count: 2.6k

warnings: mention of food

an: she’s got a variety show. the title is a play on words with ‘that’s so easy’. the challenge can be found here. words in bold are english. words in [] are captions. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💘

eve's masterlist // that’s so evie

“Hello, everyone!” Eve greeted the front camera from behind the kitchen counter. “Welcome to the first episode of That’s So Evie!” The staff members in the room clapped and cheered. “You’re probably very shocked to see this show, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Today, we are at ABC Cooking Studio, this is actually where I come whenever I want to bake and the owner was gracious enough to let me use this room. I’m a little bit nervous since it’s my first time doing this type of interviewing, but I’m going to try my best to do a good job for not only the fans, but also my interviewees.”

She clapped her hands once. “Okay, should we introduce today’s guest? They’re a supergroup that keep making their mark in the music industry, STAYC!”

There were cheers as Yoon and Seeun walked into the frame.

“Hello,” both girls greeted, bowing to Eve.

“Hi!” Eve responded.

[Teen fresh and girl crush, what to choose? STAYC’s teen crush, of course! Debuted November 12, 2020. Now three years into their career with hit songs!]

[STAYC's angel vocalist, in charge of aegyo, Seeun!]

[Lead vocalist and variety queen, with a humour that rivals even the best comedian, Yoon!]

“Please introduce yourselves to the viewers,” Eve instructed.

“Two, three,” Yoon counted down.

“Hi, we are STAYC!” Both girls said.

Eve clapped her hands. “Hello, welcome to That’s So Evie. Thank you for coming today.”

Yoon waved her hand dismissively. “We’re really excited to be here!”

“Why?” Eve asked, looking at Yoon expectantly.

“Because we’re fans of you, sunbaenim!”

Eve scrunched her nose. “Thank you. But you don’t have to speak formally to me, just call me Eve, Nabi-yah or pabo-yah, whichever one you like.”

Seeun hesitated. “N–Nabi-yah. I’m sorry.” She covered her face.

“No, no. It’s okay, just talk to me comfortably, Seeun-shi. You can just call me unnie if that’s what makes you comfortable.”

“Then sunbaenim can also talk to us comfortably,” Yoon said.

“Okay.” Eve nodded. “Do you know what we’ll be doing today?”

The STAYC members shook their heads.

“Today, we will be baking, hence the kitchen.” She gestured at the set for the day. “Since your comeback is Teddy Bear, I thought we could make gingerbread men.”

Yoon clapped excitedly. “I like that!”

“Okay! Let’s get started.”

The girls fetched aprons and put them on before going to the kitchen counter, where the ingredients and tablet with the recipe was.

“Preheat the oven,” Eve read and looked up at the front camera. “We have encountered our first problem. Although I bake a lot, I don’t know how to use ovens,” she confessed.

Yoon spoke up. “That’s okay, Seeun unnie knows!”

[Resourceful Seeun!]

Eve looked at Seeun, who immediately started blushing. “Oh, really? You’re a lifesaver!”

Seeun shyly shook her head as she went to turn on the oven. “No, it’s just something I know.”

“Unnie, take the compliment,” Yoon instructed.

“Okay.” Seeun pursed her lips. She returned to the counter, standing by Yoon.

“To make this a bit more fun and challenging,” Eve started, turning to face her two guests, “I thought we could do another thing.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a trend these days. The blind, deaf, mute challenge, have you heard of it?”

Seeun and Yoon shook their heads.

“So basically, one of us will wear noise cancelling earphones so they can’t hear, another will wear an eye mask so they can’t see and the last person will wear tape around their mouth so they can’t talk. So the deaf person has to give us the instructions, the mute person can do the things, and the blind person can be guided when doing things. Does that… sound okay?”

“It sounds exciting,” Seeun said, Yoon agreeing.

“Which one do you want?” Eve asked as a staff member brought in the different items.

“I think Seeun unnie should be the deaf on, so that way she talks a lot,” Yoon said, laughing as Seeun hit her arm.

Eve laughed as well. “Is that okay, Seeun?”

Seeun looked at Yoon and Eve. “Well… yes. It’s okay.” She accepted the headphones from Eve.

“Yoon, which one would you like?”

Yoon hummed in thought. “I would li–”

“Yoon should have the tape,” Seeun interrupted, taking the tape and putting it in Yoon’s hand, causing the other two girls to laugh.

“I’ll take the blindfold then,” Eve said. “And I would like to apologise for my interviewing skills, it’s my first time interviewing like this, so I’m not used to it yet.”

“No, it’s okay,” Yoon assured her.

“The reason I only have you two and not the whole group is because I was worried I wouldn’t do a good job, but if I’m still doing this by the time you have another comeback, then I’ll invite all of you.”

“Is that… a promise?” Seeun asked.

Eve looked at Seeun for a while. “Cute,” she cooed.

[Eve is falling for Seeun’s shyness]

“It is a promise,” she answered, putting her right hand over her heart. “I, Kim Nabi, sincerely promise that if I’m still doing whatever this is by the time STAYC has their comeback, I will interview all of the members.”

Yoon saluted her as Seeun giggled.

“Shall we get started?” Eve asked, the two girls nodding in response. 

They put on their respective props, facing each other and laughing.

“Why are you laughing?” Eve asked, not being able to see anything. “What’s so funny?”

Yoon started aggressively murmuring behind the tape, the sound coming out like vibrations, moving her arms this way and that as Seeun watched with a confused expression.

“What’s the first thing to do?” Eve asked. Seeun looked at her, blinking innocently. Eve turned to Yoon. “Is she facing me?” Yoon murmured again. “Tap once for yes, and twice for no,” she instructed, the younger girl immediately tapping once. Eve turned back to Seeun and gestured at the table with ingredients. “Recipe?” 

Seeun gasped. “Ah, recipe?”

Eve and Yoon started nodding. Seeun checked the recipe and relayed the instructions to them.

“Where is the pan?” Seeun asked. Eve held a finger up as she went to fetch it. In the meantime, Seeun turned to Yoon. “Fetch the butter, sugar, ginger and syrup,” she instructed. Yoon looked over the table, taking the things she was instructed to. “Do the measurements.”

Yoon started measuring the sugar when Eve came back with the pan, posing with it. “If I was still blonde, I would look like Rapunzel.”

[Posing with the pan, it’s no doubt that she’s Evepunzel, whether she’s blonde or not]

“What should I do now?” Eve asked Seeun. Yoon looked up from her work, turned Eve around so that she was facing Seeun – whilst ignoring her screams at being suddenly touched – and went back to her measurements. 

“I feel like I should say something,” Seeun suddenly said in a shy voice. “Since Eve unnie and Yoon can’t talk, I should fill in the silence.”

[Seeun has forgotten that Yoon is the only one that can’t talk. Since all she can hear is the music, she assumed it’s quiet in the kitchen]

Yoon and Eve laughed to themselves as Seeun continued talking to herself whilst reading over the ingredients. Eve took a deep breath to calm herself and walked to Seeun, stretching her hands out to guide herself. Once she felt Seeun’s shoulder, she put the pan on the table.

“Leader-nim, I’ve completed my assignment,” she informed Seeun, who couldn’t hear her.

“What is she saying?” Seeun asked the staff members.

Yoon started murmuring through her tape again, Eve turning to face her.

[It gets chaotic so suddenly]

“Did you cut yourself?” Eve asked, trying to make sense of the unintelligible sounds leaving Yoon’s mouth. Yoon shook her head and pointed at the different ingredients as Seeun went to her, noticing that Yoon was done measuring.

“You’re done? Okay, we need to put this in the pan and put it on the stove,” Seeun said.

Yoon made an ‘okay’ symbol with her hands and got to putting the different ingredients in the pan. Seeun gently touched Eve’s hand and pulled her to the dry ingredients.

“Unnie, I measured the dry ingredients,” Seeun started, continuing when Eve nodded, “can you sift them into the bowl?”

Eve made a thumbs up and felt around the table for the cup of flour. She then felt around for the bowl, Seeun directing her hands when she missed it. Eve slowly poured the flour through the sieve, shaking it side to side to speed up the process. Seeun passed her the bicarbonate of soda and ground ginger, Eve adding them to the flour  bowl.

Yoon put her hand up when the butter mixture was done, calling Seeun to her side.

“This looks good,” she commented as she took the pan to Eve.

“Let me se– nevermind,” Eve cut herself off with a laugh, Yoon laughing with her. Seeun looked at the girls on either side of her with a confused smile on her face.

“Why are you laughing?” She asked as Eve doubled over in laughter and fell to the floor.

[Chick Eve finds herself to be very funny]

Yoon clapped her hands as she laughed and Seeun looked at both of them before looking at the front camera. “Now, I’m going to mix the butter into the flour,” she said.

[Seeun continues on her own as the other two laugh]

The side camera showed Yoon touch Eve’s arm to pull her off the floor, breaking into a new bout of laughter when Eve screamed at the sudden contact.

“I think this is the right consistency,” Seeun commented as she mixed the bowl after adding the egg yolk. She showed the front camera what the batter looked like. In the background, Yoon picked Eve off the floor as they finished laughing.

“Leader-nim, we’re ready to–,” Eve said as she inhaled deeply.

“We need to roll the dough onto the baking pan,” she told the two girls, not having heard Eve.

Eve and Yoon nodded, putting flour on the counter before placing the dough on top of it. Yoon used the rolling pin to roll the dough until it was relatively flat and Seeun brought out the cookie cutters. She took out three man cookie cutters and distributed them among themselves.

The girls got to cutting out the shape of the cookies and putting them on the baking tray after. Once they were done, Yoon put the tray in the oven and the girls took off their respective props. Yoon immediately took a deep breath.

“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done!” she shouted.

Seeun groaned. “You think you suffered? I had to speak so much!”

“It’s so bright!” Eve complained with a chuckle, rubbing her eyes as she got used to the brightness of the room. They all continued to complain for a while longer. “Shall we clean up?”

“Yes!” Yoon cheered.

They began to put away the ingredients and wash the dishes they used, bringing out some tools to decorate their cookies.

“You know what I just realised?” Eve asked once they were finished cleaning up.

“What?” Seeun asked.

“This is the first STAYC release where I won’t be interviewing you.”

[Eve has been with STAYC since their first release So Bad until their latest one Beautiful Monster]

She continued, “Aside from when I was a special MC with Sieun during the first week of promotions for Teddy Bear. I’m never going to interview you again!”

“Unnie, what are you talking about?” Yoon asked. “Our next comeback we’ll come here.”

“You’re right! How did I forget already?” She muttered the last part to herself.

The staff gestured at the oven and the girls took the baking tray out.

“They look so good!” Seeun exclaimed, clasping her hands in front of her.

“It’s because of Seeun that they came out so good,” Eve commented as she put the biscuits on a cooling rack.

“No, we all made them.”

“Eve unnie and I spent the second half laughing on the floor,” Yoon bluntly said. “You made this unnie.”

Eve giggled at their interaction. Once the biscuits were done cooling, they began decorating them.

“Do you want to introduce your comeback?” Eve asked as she put icing on her biscuit.

Yoon abruptly looked up from her biscuit. “Oh! I didn’t even realise we hadn’t talked about it! STAYC is coming back with a new single album called Teddy Bear and title track of the same name. The song contains a message of positivity that gives hope and comfort.”

“Wah! Doesn’t that sound fun, everyone?” Eve asked. “You should listen to the song a lot and vote for them on music shows, okay?”

Seeun hesitantly looked at Eve. “Unnie?”

“Yes?” Eve answered.

“I have a question to ask you.”

Eve added a light layer of sprinkles to her biscuit. “Ask away.”

“Do you have any advice for us?”

“In what aspect?” Eve asked. “Like in performance or…”

“For performance, how do we give good performances every time?”

Eve hummed as she thought. “Not all your performances are going to be as good as you want. That’s impossible. Some performances will be better than the others, but that’s okay, as long as you did your best. And your best can look different everyday. Say, for example, you wake up one day and you’re energetic and you… feel ready to take on the world. On that day, the best you can give is 100%. But on another day, you might wake up not feeling that good, you feel tired, groggy and not that motivated. The best you can give might be 32%, but that’s still your best! So, you could be giving it your all every performance, it’s just at different levels if that makes sense?”

Seeun nodded as she piped some icing onto her biscuit. “It does.”

“I understand why you asked that question,” Eve continued. “Because you want to do your best for your fans, but your fans also need to remind themselves that if you aren’t dancing and singing at your usual level then there might be something wrong and that’s okay because you’re still doing your best.”

Yoon put her hand on her chest. “That was very comforting.” She laughed as she continued working on her biscuit. 

“What is your favourite STAYC song?” Seeun asked.

“Me?” Eve put two jelly tots on her biscuit. “My favourite title track is Stereotype. And my favourite song overall is 247.”

Yoon gasped. “I thought your favourite song would have been RUN2U since it’s a bit more mature.”

Eve shook her head. “No, no. I prefer the more refreshing songs. My favourite ITZY songs are ICY and Not Shy because I think I suit them best. Not that I’m bad at the darker concepts, just that I find it easier to enjoy the more fun sounding songs.”

“Unnie seems to like the cuter concepts, but she doesn’t like aegyo,” Seeun teased.

Eve gaped at her. “I thought Seeun was on my side, but it seems not. But something that’s interesting is all my favourite parts in your songs are J-ssi’s parts.”

“Really?” Yoon asked.

“Yes, I don’t know what it is about her voice, but I love it.”

They continued to talk, sharing advice and stories with one another until they had finished decorating their biscuits. 

“We’re done decorating our biscuits!” Eve announced to the camera as all three girls showed off their biscuits. “I hope you enjoyed today,” she said to Seeun and Yoon after they had put the biscuits down. 

“Today was really fun,” Seeun shyly expressed. 

Yoon nodded. “I don’t think Seeun unnie has ever spoken this much during an interview before.” Seeun blushed as she hit Yoon's shoulder, causing Eve to chuckle. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed today,” Eve told the two girls, turning to face the front camera once more. “I hope you enjoyed the first episode of That’s So Evie and please remember to listen to STAYC’s comeback Teddy Bear! See you soon, bye!”

The three girls waved goodbye to the camera as the video ended.

#reactions!!

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon

©️ kim nabi

[airandangels]

"I do apologise for my associate, he is demented."

This episode of WWDITS kicked off with a gratuitous marina murder and then cemented my affection by throwing us a Scott Bakula/Count Dracula misunderstanding.

There is actually an episode of Quantum Leap with vampires! Or at least with a person Sam leaps into who is very dedicated to LARPing a vampire and whom Al believes to be a real vampire.

DOLL NADJA WADDLES LIKE BABY YODA

[rainy-day-coffee]

Can I request what it would be like for Vil to have a public relationship with his S/O? Like would he brag about her or show her off on magicam? Would he smile when she's brought up in interviews? Would he go on rants on magicam live on how distasteful the people critiquing his S/O are?

Please and thank you! I love your writing! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Awe, thank you so much!! I’m glad you enjoy it!

I had a lot of fun with this request! Vil makes me very soft I swear-

I wrote a mini-scenario and added it under the cut as a bonus! I hope that’s alright and that you enjoy!

How a public relationship would go!

It took a long while before Vil was ready to announce your relationship to the public. He first wanted to make sure you two were stable. Additionally, he wanted to prepare you for what was to come from your relationship with him. That includes his fans giving you both love and hate, reporters asking you questions, being flocked by paparazzi, and attending important events.

When reporters ask about you, Vil never speaks more than he has to. He wants the privacy you two have to remain the way it is. However, he will always speak nothing but praises in your name! If you look closely, you may see a tiny smile painting his lips as he speaks.

On your anniversaries, he posts pictures of the two of you on his Magicam and adds a little romantic caption. On your birthdays he does the same! His followers flock on over to your account--if you have one--and send you a lot of love!

He will 100% not tolerate any slander directed towards you. He expects his fans to respect him as well as his significant other. Anyone who doesn’t can kindly leave. As such, he’ll politely ask these people to stop leaving nasty comments. His true fans support him on this! Some even graciously report whoever was being rude!

If the hate from his fans gets to be too strong, he will talk about it on a live stream and make a post about it on Magicam. He understands that he will lose some followers because of his relationship with you, but he could care less. You make him happy, and if people are not willing to understand he has met the love of his life, that’s their problem.

Speaking of live streams, he sometimes invites you to join him! He does your makeup, or you two do your skincare routines, or just answer questions from his fans. He knows it can be a little daunting to get in front of the camera at first, but he reassures you you’ll grow more comfortable as you continue!

At events, Vil does not leave your side if he can help it. He’ll keep his arm looped around yours, walking and supporting you through everything until you two are allowed to leave.

Great Seven, help him when the paparazzi strikes. Trying to remain calm and polite can become increasingly difficult when people can’t seem to take a hint. He guides you away from these people to the best of his abilities as quickly as he can.

“Dear, I brought you some tea!” 

You enter his room and make your way to his desk--where he’s sitting, holding a small tub of cream in his hand. Taking precaution to not spill any liquid, you keep your eyes on the tray in your hands, not noticing your lover’s surprised eyes following you. Vil clears his throat gently.

“Ah, thank you, lovely. But-”

You place the tray on an open space near his other beauty products, before leaning over and planting a kiss on the side of his head. “You’re welcome!” you chirp.

You move closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling down on him. “What are you doing now?”

“Reviewing some products a new company sent me. You remember the one, right? I told you about it around a week ago.”

“I think so, yes. I think I liked their product wrapping.”

He chuckles, “Yes, that’s the one.” Placing down the cream, he motions to his left, “I’m reviewing them now on a live stream actually.”

You feel your blood run cold. Finally noticing his currently live streaming phone, you freeze. Did you really just boldly show affection to your boyfriend to about 120,000 people? Yes, you did. Seemingly thousands yet no thoughts seem to run through your mind. The blood rushes to your head, making you feel warm.

Before another second can pass, you quickly peel yourself off of him. You scramble out of the room as fast as your legs can take you. “I’m so sorry!” he hears you shriek as you shut the door.

A moment of silence passes. You’ve left both your lover and his chat in quite a daze.

Vil swallows thickly. He takes a deep breath and does his best to return to reviewing, all while the chat goes berserk with fans squealing.

Vil_Stan: WAS THAT Y/N?!?!?! SHE TREATS OUR QUEEN SO WELL WHAT

iwakeupeverydayandchooseviolence: *HEAVY BREATHING* SHE’S SO PRETTY, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL COUPLE 😭😭

ASimpleSimp: Vil-Kun!!! Tell Y/N we said hello!!!

sayswho: NO WAIT BRING HER BACK THAT WAS QUALITY SHIP MATERIAL

Donut_Supremacy: Y’all I think Vil is blushing👀 can’t tell for sure tho

He sighs, knowing it was useless to try and steer the chat away from the current topic. There isn’t a visible blush adorning his face at the moment, instead he feels the familiar butterflies fluttering about in his stomach. He’s been with you for so long now, yet he can’t help but feel this way regardless. He picks up the tea cup and takes a small sip. Humming in delight, he takes another.

If his followers keep begging for you to come back, he might just have to ask you to appear in next week’s live stream. He’s sure they’ll adore you.

[letsdoitworldwide]

Maza! Let’s Do It! variety challenge one: show yourself! [episode 1]

“all girls go to the interview room where they’re supposed to film a quick film to introduce themselves;” word count: 2.680 warning(s): [text inside brackets means captions written on video!] // proofread a few times but I may have not caught all the mistakes;

It was a sunny day at Worldwide Entertainment’s headquarters, the camera focused on the building as a big group of girls entered it.

[It is strangely quiet at Worldwide’s dancing room now…] captions read as ten girls sit around the room, some are in groups or duos. they’re talking, playing games on their phones, and one girl is dancing in front of the mirror, apparently trying out new moves. [The coolest, Kang Sulji, focused as always] captions read as the girl practices.

Suddenly, Soul Lee, Worldwide’s soloist, enters the room and all girls look at her with close attention, sulji spots her on the mirror and turns, all of them bow and say “good morning” timidly.

“You may wonder why we brought you here…” Seulmi looks excited as she tries to sound mysterious, she giggles. “No, really, you all know. today is the day.” She claps as the girls get up and grab their bags. “Please follow me.” She gives them a thumbs up before everyone heads out, a young girl runs back to grab the phone she accidentally left on the floor.

The next shot shows everyone at an unknown location, the room has a large stage at the end with a table for the judges. The ten girls are at the stage with Seulmi waiting for the others to arrive. “They’ll get here soon, be patient!” She says when she notices two young girls talking at the back. As they speak, three women enter the room and sit at the table. “Here they are! Say hello to our specialists!” Seulmi points and the camera focuses on each woman. “Yang Hyejin-unnie, our choreographer!” The trainees bow and say hello to her, she smiles and waves to the girls. “Our vocal coach, Ko Hana-unnie!” Hana smiles and gives finger hearts to the camera before waving hello to the trainees. “Our stylist, Lee Nayeon-unnie!” She smiles timidly and waves to the girls. “And last but not least, myself! Soul Lee, I’ll be presenting this show and will be your manager, and your guide through these tough times!” She poses, making the girls laugh as they greet each other. “So, shall we begin?”

Next, Seulmi is at the front of the stage, the three judges sit by their table and the girls are positioned neatly on the stage, she looks at the camera and smiles. “So, I should explain how this one episode will work, right?” The girls nod, “okay, so we are now at the one and only Maza! Let 's Do It!” She poses cutely, “A survival show where only five of you will secure a spot at Worldwide Entertainment’s newest girl group!” The girls whisper between themselves, clearly nervous. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fun! I’ll explain the rules now, then we’ll move to the first challenge.” The camera focuses on a girl with short blonde hair, [Our doll, Nakyung, seems worried…] Nakyung looks puzzled, her eyes wide open as she looks at the other trainees, concerned.

“First of all, we have five categories!” She points to five panels, all of the girls' names are written on them with the same writing next to it [SCORE: XX/10]. “See? Singing and rapping, you chose one of these when you applied!” The trainees look at Seulmi and the board with curiosity. “These and dancing are pretty self-explanatory, they’ll determine how good you are at these things among the others! Charisma is your stage presence, style is your sense of fashion.” The girls whisper between themselves. “That’s right, and last, we have your social ranking! It's all about how people will perceive you, so make sure to attract lots of positive attention!” Seulmi smiles and looks back at the girls. “Are you ready to start this journey?” All of the girls give back a cheerful “Yes!” and Seulmi replies, “so, without further ado, let’s get into the challenges!”

A graphic shows up on the screen, the title says [WHAT ARE CHALLENGES?]

[CHALLENGES ARE A WAY TO MEASURE THE CONTESTANTS’ RANKINGS AND SKILLS.] [THEY TEST THE TRAINEES’ ABILITIES INTO ALL CATEGORIES] [PERFORMANCE CHALLENGES ARE ALL ABOUT SINGING AND DANCING, IT MEASURES THEIR CHARISMA TOO!] [VARIETY CHALLENGES ARE ALL ABOUT WHAT OTHER AMAZING THINGS THE GIRLS CAN DO!] [FIRST CHALLENGE - VARIETY CHALLENGE: CONTESTANTS SHALL RECORD A SMALL INTRODUCTION]

The ten girls are lined up from oldest to youngest, the first in line is quiet and nervous. [The oldest, Sun Mei, seems worried…] The camera focuses on the last three girls, who are talking to each other in excitement. [While the kids are having fun !] smaller texts reveal their names [Tanaka Izumi, Jo Siah, Hwang Dahyun.] Seulmi gets out of the room next to them, ready to deliver the first challenge.

“Hello, my darlings!” The girls reply with a “Hello Soul Lee-sunbaenim!” in unison and bow. “Oh, no need for this, you can call me Seulmi-unnie! Now, are you ready for your first challenge!” The girls cheer in agreement. “Then let 's go! Mei, you are first!” She points at the oldest, who nods and enters the room.

Mei enters the small interview room, there’s a chair for her to sit, and behind the camera there is a woman holding papers, they bow to each other as Mei scans the room, [A curious Sun Mei is analyzing the ambience.] The woman gestures to her and she sits down.

“Hello! I’m Sun Mei, the oldest!” She laughs nervously, “I’ve been a trainee since 2012, and I’ve been to…” she counts on her fingers. “Five different companies!” [An example of perseverance!] “I really want to debut so I can help my family, we’re in a rough situation right now, and my parents really need me to start working- I’m not looking for pity, I’m confident I will be good enough and I’ll debut.” She laughs nervously once again, [Who’s your favorite contestant?] “Besides me?” she giggles, “Daiyu, of course! She’s Chinese just like me, and she’s like a little sister I hope to care for when we debut together!” The footage cuts, “Sun Mei, fighting!” She says before bowing and leaving the room. The other girls clap and cheer for her as she leaves. [We’re rooting for you, our hard-working Sun Mei!]

[The next contestant is…] The caption says while the next girl enters the room and greets the staff before sitting down. “Hi! I’m Lee Hwiyoung, your newest favorite Maza! contestant!” She makes a peace sign and laughs. “You might know my brother better than me…” An old picture of her and Pentagon’s leader, Hui, is shown on screen. [Talent runs in the family!] “... He’s my biggest inspiration, but, honestly, I’m tired of living under his shadow! No shade to you, Huiing.” She sends finger hearts to the camera. “I’m confident my efforts will pay off, though!” She shows her fists, motivated. “My favorite contestant probably is… Siah! I’m a bit out there like her so we’re like a match made in heaven!“ A photo of the two shows on the screen, [And a longtime friendship! Out-there duo!] “Hwiyoungie, fighting!” She jumps on her seat with excitement before bowing and getting up, the girls also cheer for her when she leaves. [We cheer for our tiger, Lee Hwiyoung! Make your fam proud!]

“I’m Han Yeojin, Maza’s little angel and leader of the introvert squad!” A picture of her, Seulgi and Izumi is shown. [A natural born leader!] She smiles, hiding her teeth with the back of her mouth. “I’m a strong dancer and even stronger vocal with lots of charisma to show! So I hope you’ll like me, Charlie fighting!” She bows and leaves, the girls cheer for her as she jumps around and out of the room. [A little ball of joy<3]

[The cool Kang Sulji, it’s her turn!] She greets the staff and sits down calmingly. “Hello, I’m Kang Sullji.” She seems shy. “I’m a rapper and a great dancer!” [The title of “coolest girl” is no understatement!] “I’m not sure what else to say, they say I’m cool, too?” She lets out an airy laugh. “My best friend here is Dahyun, no doubt.” The graphic shows a photo of them posing like cool girls, with matching black sweatpants and hoodies. [The coolest duo! Sulji and Hwang Dahyun!] Caption says with sparkles drawn around them. “I’ll impress you with my coolness and skills, Sulji fighting!” She shows a peace sign before bowing and also leaving the room, she’s the most cheered by the girls. [Even the rivals cheer for the Coolest Girl…!]

[Our little doll enters the chat…] The next contestant enters, her curious eyes scan the room as she sits down and waves. “Hi, hi, hi! I’m Jeong Nakyung! I’ll impress you with my doll-like visuals and outstanding voice!” She seems determined, “My besties are Dahyun and Hwiyoung-unnie! We've known each other since we joined the company.” She smiles. “I really, really want to debut, I`ve come a long way and I think I’m good enough to become an idol, now!” She poses cutely, “Worldwide’s doll, Nakyung, fighting!” She shyly leaves the room also followed by cheering. [Good luck to Worldwide’s doll, Nakyung!”]

[Our next, trainee, also from China…] Daiyu enters the room and sits down, she blinks, and after a few beats she can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, that was awkward-” She fixes her hair and smiles with a small wave. “Hi! I’m Luo Daiyu!” She bows slightly, smiling awkwardly. “I moved from Beijing when I was a child and I fell for K-Pop since then! It’s my dream to become an idol just like my favorite singers!” She holds her cheeks, shy. “My favorite trainees? Mei-unnie, of course! She’s like an older sister! We get along well.” She looks up, recalling her memories. “Ah… When I’m talking to my family, sometimes I forget my Chinese and she reminds me how to say things!” She admits. “I hope to debut, Daiyu, fighting!” She hides her face with her hands and leaves, the girls applaud her. [Our pretty chinese doll, Daiyu!]

A girl enters the room, she walks quickly and forgets to greet the staff, she sits down and opens her mouth to speak when she realizes her mistake. “Oh my, I’m so sorry!” She bows and greets the staff, embarrassed. [The next girl is a little clumsy…!] “Hello, I’m Yeo Seulgi!” Her face is turning red because of her previous mistake. “I feel like I didn’t land a good impression.” She hides her teeth while she laughs awkwardly. “I’ve been a trainee for a while now, and I hope to debut! Or else, I think I might just leave.” [It’s all or nothing to our Seulgi!] “I don’t mean it in a bad way, if it works, it works. If not, then well… Next! But there’s no need for this, I know I’ll win!” [She seems confident and determined!] “Yeo Seulgi, fighting!” She shows a determined fist and leaves with cheers from the remaining trainees. [Good luck, our awkward and determined Yeo Seulgi!]

[Another cool girl joins the challenge…] Dahyun enters the room, greets the staff and sits down calmly. “Hello, I’m Hwang Dahyun, nice to meet you!” She looks calm and collected, and not at all nervous to be at the show. That is disproven when she speaks again. “I’m so dang nervous right now, my hands are shaking.” She deadpans, showing her shaking hands and making the staff laugh, she lets out an airy laugh as well. “I’m great at dancing, rapping and- surprisingly, modeling too!” A couple pictures from her modeling jobs are shown, [A humble legend!] “My closest friend here is Sulji, no doubt, we’re like- cool girl club or something.” She smiles, the next cut she makes a serious and cold expression, making a peace sign to the camera. “Hwang Dahyun, fighting!” She deadpans, laughing briefly before she leaves with cheering from the last two girls. [Only two trainees left for introduction…!] [Hwang Dahyun is so cool!]

[We’re close to an end now, the maknaes of the show will soon introduce themselves!] A tiny girl sits down for her intro. “Hi, hi, hi! Hello! I’m Jo Siah! Nice to meet you all!” She’s agitated and hyped. “I’m the hype kind of girl, very fast and with lots of energy! I hope I can bring some more fun to this show and our future group!” She laughs, “My best friend of all time is our youngest, Izumi! She’s so cute and the best!” A picture of them is shown while a baby noise effect plays out. [The two youngest’ bond… So cute…TT] “Jo Siah, fighting!” When she leaves, she hugs Izumi tightly and waits for her to finish her part, staying near the door with her. [Never letting her best friend alone… Lovely Jo Siah…]

[Our last contestant appears…! The one and only from Japan…] Yet another baby sound plays when Izumi enters the room, she’s shy and quietly sits at the chair like her mates. “Hi,” she says in Japanese, quietly, then turns back to Korean. “Hello, I am Tanaka Izumi! I’m the youngest and Maza!’s certified sweet girl!” She poses cutely while still shy, another baby sound effect goes off. [Our baby Izumi, so shy…] “I might be the youngest, but I am certainly very talented!” Her Korean isn’t perfect as she speaks way too formally. “I will be glad to show you my talents, and I hope to debut with my best friend, Siah!” She looks at the staff for reassurance before finishing off, “Izumi-chan, fighting!” She says and leaves, giving Siah a tight hug, an ‘aww’ sound effect plays out.

The girls are all back to the stage, now wearing the show’s signature pink and white uniform. “Well, now that you’ve known our girls, please vote for your favorite!” Soul Lee signs to the contestants as they smile and stand in line. “Now, to the next part of the show! Challenge number two will be ICON!C” She signs to a screen behind the girls, the show shifts from footage to a graphic animation explaining the rules.

[NEXT CHALLENGE NUMBER TWO : ICON!C] [THE GIRLS WILL BE SPLIT IN TEAMS OF FIVE: TEAM ICON AND TEAM DAZZLE] [EACH OF THEM WILL PERFORM AN ICONIC SONG FROM 2015-2021] [FOR IT TO BE CONSIDERED ICONIC BY THE JUDGES, IT HAS TO HAVE AT LEAST TWO MUSIC SHOW WINS, AND AWARD OR TO BE CONSIDERED A VIRAL HIT BY THE GENERAL PUBLIC] [THE TEAM WITH THE HIGHEST SCORE WINS]

“Now, split your teams!” Soul Lee jumps excitedly as the girls gather and talk for a while, before splitting into two teams of five. A graphic takes a fourth of the screen to sign who is in what team.

[ICON TEAM: KANG SULJI, JEONG NAKYUNG, HWANG DAHYUN, JO SIAH, TANAKA IZUMI] [DAZZLE TEAM: SUN MEI, LEE HWIYOUNG, HAN YEOJIN, LUO DAIYU, YEO SEULGI]

“You already know the rules, you must assign a leader to your unit and make a greeting to present before your performance!” Soul Lee explains as the girls are listening with attention. Mei and Daiyu are hugging, Izumi and Siah have their arms intertwined, while Sulji, Nakyung and Dahyun are close together, it’s clear who are the friendship groups there. “You have two weeks to choose your song and prepare, that includes sharing your parts, styling each other, and training choreography! I’m so tired just by saying it.” The girls and judges laugh at her joke, “Oh! Also, we’re having a special guest to evaluate you next episode, so do your best!” She motivates the girls.

"That is all for today, viewers! Remember to vote for your favorite trainee so she'll go up in the social score, next episode we'll have our first "girl of the week" chosen by you!" She points to the camera, "so stay tuned! This was Maza! Let's Do It!" The camera shifts to show the trainees, the two teams facing the camera. They say in unison after bowing, "thank you for watching!" The credits roll up and the ending song plays as the two teams leave the stage while discussing things with each other, presumably about their challenge.

VOTE HERE FOR GIRL OF THE WEEK!

[parkers-gal]

Hi!

Can you do a Older!A.G (Reader) x Tom Holland where Y/n is 28 and Tom is 25 and they are both receiving hate because of age gap and y/n defends their relationship by doing and interview and announcing her single “Shut up” and Tom as well post their steamy photo witha caption that they are happy and they don’t care abt the haters (something like that hehe) and hey suddenly become a trending couple:)

Thank u dear! Love your writing as always🥳💖✨🤩

hope u don't mind another social media au <3

｡☆✼★━━ requests are closed ━━★✼☆｡

“So recently,” The interviewer, Letitia, begins. All at once, you know exactly what she’s going to say. “You went Instagram-official with your relationship with… Marvel’s Tom Holland. How’s the feedback affected you and him, obviously?”

“Uhm, well,” You rub your legs before crossing them. “We’ve received so much love, obviously, and it’s- it’s really great to see my fans be so supportive of my… switch to a somewhat more stable life.” It comes out as more of a question and you chuckle with a simple nod. “Yeah, it’s great. But of course, y’know,” you itch your legs again. “There’s always gonna be hate, it’s part of the job, right? We did receive a tremendous amount of backlash for that first week, though. It was unbearable. The paparazzi questions were fuckin’ ruthless,” you laugh humorlessly.

“But in true Y/N L/N fashion,” Letitia smiles, “You won’t let it guide you, right? You’ll just keep doing your thing.”

“Yeah,” You smile proudly. “I’m just gonna keep making music and releasing it whenever I want and I’m gonna be happy all on my own. Tom and I are both responsible adults and we’re quite happy together so… our relationship isn’t gonna get torn apart because of a few haters.” You glance behind the cameras where your publicists and manager talk quietly amongst themselves. After a seconds worth of debating, you decide to just say it. “Fuck it,” you smile, “I have a new single coming out next week called ‘shut up.’”

Letitia immediately brightens up at the mention of new content. She seems to have a follow-up question for everything. “Would you say this is a response to all the useless hate you and Tom have received?”

You laugh, almost evilly, and smile into the camera. “I mean…” You offer a sly smile and shrug. “Say what you want.”

“You heard it here, folks!” She says happily into the lens of the camera. “Make sure to stream Y/N L/N’s new single when it comes out!”

When you got home that night — nearly four hours later — the interview had been released to the public. You & Tom were currently trending number one worldwide on Twitter, and your Instagram comments were flooded within a matter of minutes.

“Hey, love,” Tom greets you in the doorway, leaning against it while crossing his arms. It makes his biceps bulge and he smiles coyly while you eye them.

“Hi,” you greet, setting your phone down on the nightstand. He strides over to you, settling comfortably into your side and silently asking for a kiss. You pull him in for a sensual one, deepening and biting his bottom lip. He groans as you pull away.

“You’re feisty tonight,” he comments and you shrug in response, picking your phone back up. “You gonna post tonight?”

You nod, “Is that alright with you?”

“Of course, love.” He wraps an arm around you while kissing your temple. “Show the world that you’re my girl.”

[ggukkiedae]

❝𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕡❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ Episodes 7-8

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

⇢ script form (name: lines) are the interviews

EPISODE 7

her first cut for the episode is in the kitchen of the upper house where hobi stops by and pats her head

“need help?” “i’m good, oppa. you can go ask jinnie or yoongi oppa if they need help!”

she’s silently moving around the kitchen while getting everything she needs to make tteokbokki and grilled chicken skewers

then she heard them say they were gonna cook fried chicken instead so she looks right into the camera

“maybe i should make rabokki instead?”

she works around hoseok and jungkook while they make the batter and prepares all her stuff starting with marinating her small pieces of chicken

eventually, she’s starting on her rabokki when jungkook comes in to make sauce

“need help, oppa?” “you know that good chicken sauce?” “i got you”

she started dictating stuff out loud for him to follow while simultaneously working on her own dishes

he stands next to her, heating up his saucepan on the spot next to her rabokki. she jumps when he loudly asks for ketchup

“you’re so loud” she laughed and passed the ketchup bottle

“don’t pretend you don’t get louder than this” “true. try this. is it good?” “i’ll try yours if you try mine”

the two maknaes were just trying each other’s food more than they should have at this point

once she put the cheese on her rabokki and covered it, she moved to putting her chicken pieces and chopped up bell peppers onto skewers

when she finished that, she turned off the stove and moved her skewers outside

she watched in amusement while the others panicked over the fried chicken. she was peacefully grilling her skewers

when they went to score the chicken, she called out to them “make sure to check the first two knes you fried, too”

Miya: The oppas… sometimes get a little excitable. Cooking with them is pretty amusing because they usually know what to do, but something happens and makes everyone a little jumpy. It’s actually quite funny. We did it, though. It worked!

cut to when they’re eating and she smiles

she’s sitting across from yoongi struggling to open her can of beer until yoongi opened it for her

“how can you still look like a baby when opening a can of beer?” “the tab hurts my fingers”

her skewers were finished quite quickly, and so was the rabokki

after they joked about an edm version of the in the soop song, she finished the remnants of her beer can and stood up

“does anyone want a cocktail?”

hoseok cheered for her “ooooh makdungie’s gonna make us an adult drink”

she laughed and took three bottles of soju before skipping over to the kitchen

she pulled a large clear bowl from the cabinet and dumped in a lot of ice quickly followed by the soju. she pulled a few scoops of what looked like strawberry ice cream and mixed it into the bowl of soju

she frowned realizing she couldn’t carry it but jungkook walked in

“i’ll carry that, go get us some glasses, mimi”

she grinned at jungkook then took 8 smaller glasses from the cupboards

“a sweet drink to counter all the salt and strong flavors”

she scooped some for everyone, and they did a cheers to it

“ooooh you made this well, aegi” taehyung’s wide eyes made her giggle

“i saw it online!”

by the end of the night, she was on hoseok’s lap and in an endless fit of giggles especially when they were teasing namjoon to make him dance

the next day you they show a clip of her empty bed with the words “makdungie is gone?” on the screen

then you see her sleeping beside jungkook

Miya: The oppas made it a rule to never let me sleep alone after drinking. I don’t really know why? Maybe it’s because I’m a little clingier, or I think it’s an alcohol poisoning thing or in case I get sick. It’s pretty sweet of them, honestly.

she wakes up mumbling nonsense when hoseok cuddles her and jungkook awake

“makdungie, jk” “[incoherable]”

she sits up straight away though and starts rubbing her eyes “hobi oppa?”

and hoseok uwus because cute tiny baby aksjdhf meanwhile jungkook is still knocked out. he cups her cheeks and squishes them

“time to wake up, yoon-ah. i’ll leave the other maknae to you. head to the upper house, alright?”

when hoseok left, she turned to jungkook’s sleeping form and poked him. he groaned, so she just sprawled herself across his stomach, making him grunt

“hobi oppa says we need to wake up and go to the upper house” “right now?” “mhmm”

next cut of them is yoonmi on jungkook’s back while they arrive at the upper house

“maknaes, could you two clean up and set up the table? and bring ten bowls too?” “okay”

once she finished, she walked over to the camper van and slid in next to yoongi. she closed her eyes again, making yoongi sleepily chuckle

you can see her again when they're eating breakfast. her eyes are half-closed, hair going everywhere while eating, so taehyung had to tie her hair into a bun for her

she disappears for a while after breakfast which leads to taehyung asking yoongi where she went

“knowing her, she’s probably with her guitar at the dock”

then the screen cuts to yoonmi actually sitting on the dock with her guitar and laptop out

she’s strumming random melodies until at some point she’s just playing waste it on me

there’s a mini time lapse of her before she decides to get up and go back into her room to nap

the screen shows her cuddling up to her plushies and hiding her entire body under her blanket

by the time it was 7, yoongi comes over to her room to wake her up

“hey, princess. if you don’t wake up now, you won’t be able to sleep later” “hmm” “wanna come sit with me while i work?” “mkay”

she sleepily let yoongi pull her back to the camper van

Yoongi: I’m not sure how, but I know when to check on her. I just thought maybe she’s still asleep, so I needed to wake her up so she can sleep at night. She sleeps in so much on free days, so j have to make sure she keeps as regular as a sleeping time she can get

the last clip you see of her is her hugging yoongi’s arm while they walk

EPISODE 8

she’s sitting across from yoongi with a sleepy smile on her face

“yoon-ah, put your hands up!”

she giggled and did as she was told while vibing with the elder. the screen’s caption read “yoon siblings are having fun”

hours later, she and yoongi are called for dinner

“the steak and pasta are good!” “thanks, makdungie”

they toasted for their last night there and she’s just mumbling off to jungkook about both the song for in the soop and another song she had been working on then yoongi came to let them hear the guide

jungkook then wraps himself around her because she feels cold and yoonmi just sits there unbothered. once she finished her food, both maknaes cuddled up to jin

she sits on the grass between jungkook and taehyung while holding her own firecrackers

“wah, this is really cool” “makdungie, look here”

hoseok was holding out his phone and taking pictures of her. she immediately smiled for him

jimin kept a hold on her when they tried the other types of firecrackers so she wouldn’t get too close

she was cheering when they lit the firecrackers “wah! pretty!”

they’re all gathered in the living room where she found herself in between namjoon and yoongi. you can see her zone out a little during their game

“i’m so confused” she laughed and went along with whatever was happening

the next day she woke up due to her phone ringing

“mm hello?” “...” “a little, yeah” “...” “it’s already 2pm?” “...” “alright” then she hung up

the captions just read “her brother woke her up by accident”

she spent a while staring at her wall while sitting up in bed until her door opens to reveal hoseok

“yoon-ah, time to—oh, you’re up” “good morning” “how long have you been awake?”

hoseok sat next to her which effectively made her lean her head on his shoulder “just now. yoonsungie oppa just called me about seollie”

“head up in a bit, okay?” “i’ll fix my stuff first”

she was quiet for most of lunch then went straight to the trampoline and does a few tricks and flips

“oh, they’re playing with water guns. that looks nice. oh, i should probably take a shower”

taehyung caught sight of her when she was walking off to the boathouse to get her stuff for her shower

“aegi, come give me a hug.”

he ran right for her making her squeal and laugh while running away from him. he eventually caught her in a hug and got her wet. she laughed and hugged him back before going to get ready to leave

Miya: It was nice. I feel like this is the least amount of work any of us had in the past seven years. It was a reminder to sit back and take a break every now and then. To you who is watching this, take a break. Whether it’s by yourself or with friends, take a break. It’ll be good for your body and your mind.

“is it just me, or did the staff suddenly bring in another car?” “i don’t know, mimi. maybe they want us by twos?”

she got into a car with jungkook and hooked her phone up to the aux. they looked at each other for a bit before she played the original version of euphoria, which was their duet they rolled down the windows and sang along

Recording In The Soop:

she sat next to yoongi while they waited for everyone to discuss what they wanted the lyrics to be

they were silently discussing something between themselves

eventually they had her go into the booth to record first

she was in a fit of giggles when they were instructing her “okay okay, i got it, let’s go”

she got it in one go and skipped back to everyone else. she settled herself next to yoongi again and watched the rest of the process

she cringed a little at namjoon’s narration but cheered “RM!”

she laughed when yoongi ran into the booth “oppa, i could have pressed the start for you”

she couldn’t help it and gave all controls to hoseok. she just kept laughing

when it came to the chorus bit, she and yoongi stayed outside to direct

“oppa, are we gonna make them record adlibs after the soop part?” “probably. you wanna try?” “hmm not really”

namjoon did his adlib and she just bursts out laughing because she didn’t expect it

jungkook kept making adlibs so she laughs and pokes him with her foot “oppa, you better record one”

then it was jungkook’s turn. she snorted “this is gonna be something”

then he actually did it and she just falls out of her chair laughing which just made everyone laugh harder while jimin helped her up

but he fell, too, and cue harder laughter

“oh my god, i can’t”

once they finish jungkook’s adlibs she just “can we get jimin oppa and jinnie oppa to record the main line for the soop part?”

the rest of recording was going well with a whole lot more laughter until yoongi checked everything

“jungkook, yoonmi, get in for harmonies”

she follows jungkook inside while everyone leaves

“what do you two want to do?” “i was thinking we’ll do layers to the soop part” “oh, oppa same. you do the main, i’ll do the higher?”

they recorder the layers smoothly and yoongi clapped for them “good work, kids”

[quercus-queer]

BA’s Reckoning

Yes, I stole this title from the Sporkful podcast. You should check it out!

So just a reminder the whole thing that kicked this off was when Tammie Teclemariam tweeted the photo of Rapoport in brown face (yes its brown face its a purposeful caricature of Puerto Rican ppl, his girlfriend called him her papi in the caption as well) saying he should simply write the article on Puerto Rican food then (the issue was Illyanna Maisonet, a Puerto Rican food writer, got rejected rudely by Rapo for her pitch to write about Puerto Rican food) Which brings up the larger issue of BA being racist and not covering any other dishes besides Eurocentric ones, and the ones that aren't Eurocentric are almost always either whitewashed or done by white people which is what happened with Masionet’s article (this is where Amanda Shapiro and Meryl Rothstein come in).

This led to a zoom meeting where Rapo made a shitty apology leading Sohla El-Waylly’s instagram posts, where she condemns Rapo, talks about her 50k salary despite having 15 years of restaurant experience (She ran a fucking restaurant and 50k in NYC is pathetic), being hired to help white editors, and not being paid for ANY of her video appearances (none of the poc you see in videos have been compensated including the zoom videos). Which has led to many people at BA being exposed for being terrible (Conde Nast is the parent company and owns BA, Vogue, Architectural Digest, Allure, Glamour, Wired, Epicurious,Teen Vogue among other things... also take note how most of these have consistently been criticized for their racism or “race problems”)

ANYWAY here’s a general guide of what each BA person has done, this is in no way comprehensive, feel free to investigate on your own, always fact check and form your own opinions!

Adam Rapoport: Brown face, not paying his non-white employees for their video appearances, treating his assistant Ryan Walker-Hartshorn (a black woman) like shit (she was working overtime and was barely making rent with what he was paying her), he's sexist (see every video with Molly) and racist (mixing up Sohla and Priya Krishna and never apologizing) and more!

Check out the Business Insider piece, twitter (Tammie’s, Christina Chaey’s, and Priya’s), Sohla’s podcast and interviews, and someone made a compilation of Rapo being condescending I think

Matt Duckor: Disgusting, racist, homophobic, sexist all around terrible person, probably the most obviously terrible of the bunch (see Rick Martinez’s insta plus Duckor’s own tweets), strung along Sohla for months saying that her pay was “stuck in legal” so that she would keep appearing in videos, gave Sohla a contract when this stuff first started happening to try and shut her up, HE is the one deciding pay for everyone at BA and was the one not paying poc for video appearances.

Check out Rick’s Insta, Twitter for Duckor’s tweets (screenshots bc he deleted his account)

Carla Lalli Music: First off, ppl are pointing out she was condescending af to a lot of her guests on her show (except for the white ones). The racism at BA did not start nor stop with Adam Rapoport and guess who was editor in chief before him? Yup, Mrs. Carla Lalli Music! Necessary amendment: Carla was the food director NOT the editor in chief and she is currently an editor at large... still a powerful position though and I think the sentiment still stands. She had a pretty pathetic twitter thread about how she should’ve done more but was focused on the sexism/focusing on women, strange because she also sent that shitty email to two women along with Delany and Brad after the two of them, Delany, and Brad were talking in the kitchen, telling them not to enter the kitchen without permission (not enforced on Brad or Delany obviously, only the two women who happen to not be white) I misread the article, Brad was a part of the convo, he did NOT receive the email, and didn't respond to the articles request for comment.. he fucking works in the test kitchen, i’m an idiot and that's on me

Business insider and her twitter 

Alex Delany: I have a post with the screenshots of the confederate flag cake he made himself because he felt the “need to express some southern heritage in cake form. Such a glorious cake...” for his friend moving to South Carolina, the lovely vine with the classic “F*g is a bundle of sticks joke” also have a post discussing that, he’s wildly underqualified for DRINKS editor and overpaid, also his girlfriend is Allegra Lorenzotti whose mother Eva Lorenzotti, is in Jeffery Epstein’s black book which is concerning (though who knows maybe Delany is dating a different wealthy Allegralo), also those sexist tweets

I have screenshots from Tumblr, ppl have the vine on twitter along with the sexist tweets (he deleted his twitter and Tumblr btw)

Andy Baraghani: There are screenshots of Alyse Whitney’s (an asian woman) twitter thread saying Andy purposefully undercut her articles multiple times because of a petty feud with Antoni from Queer Eye by using his friendship with Amanda Shapiro (Whitney’s editor) to kill the story, which is shitty and brings up the bigger picture of BA being cliquey and getting in with a friend of a friend and such which is just a toxic work environment

Amanda Shapiro: Puerto Rican food article, Alyse Whitney’s articles, she’s a perpetuator of the toxic work environment, stealing Nikita Richardson’s work and getting credit and pay for it (pls check out her twitter and the articles with her), also racist, should not be in charge

Chris Morocco: Made one (1) basic post (simply a reply to Molly calling him out actually) at the beginning of all this agreeing to not be in anymore videos until his coworkers got paid/backpay, he said he was complicit (duh) but also that he had no idea this was happening, but guess what? He is the one that hired Sohla for only 50k! There is a whole can of worms about how little Sohla was hired for despite her experience plus talent along with her current pay and Chris is a part of that. Also both his gumbo video and Halo Halo recipe are downright disrespectful at BEST and they should not have had a white man doing them (again with the white people doing articles/videos that can be EASILY given to someone whose actually part of that culture) and before anyone says anything yes the gumbo was for Chris’s show (strange how only white ppl get shows or in Andy’s case unless you’re friends with a higher up) still doesn't make the video less disrespectful, also he’s SAID he is friends with Anna Wintour (head of vogue, and a racist “there’s no room for black women” the reason the vogue challenge is happening)

Brad Leone: Himbo status permanently revoked, “Brad who just found out racism is real”(Sohla said this in the Sporkful podcast) is NOT acceptable for a 35 year old white man whose coworkers are suffering in a clearly toxic work environment, the screenshot with “I didn’t sign her contract she did” is NOT how you respond to your coworker being underpaid and disrespected by the company she works at because she is not a white man. I do not like him anymore, he has made apologies but ignorance to this extent is willful and I don't completely buy it the rumors he was upset Delany was going to be fired/would quit if Delany was fired/was mad at Sohla is not something I was able to confirm but based off of what I’ve seen he really needs to prove himself to be better, he can stay if that’s what his coworkers want but he is on thin fucking ice

Stuff I can't accredit to a single person, but BA is racist: 

NIKITA RICHARDSON, pls check her out on twitter

They sent Sohla to interview black chefs (bc BA has a bad track record) because she was the darkest and there were literally NO black chefs working at BA

Making Priya only cook Indian dishes (which were kinda whitewashed) I actually think this may have been Duckor

Tokenizing the poc staff (they would make them be in the kitchen when filming the white hosts shows and push them in front of the camera to highlight nonexistent diversity)

Paying Hawa Hassan only $400 for her video (probs also Duckor)

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Wave

For reference, Minyoung’s scene would be like this

Note: words in italics are said in English while those in brackets are video captions

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“It’s been a while since I’ve been near the ocean!” Minyoung exclaimed excitedly as she ran towards the edges of the infinity pool with Jongho and Seonghwa following behind her.

“Slow down a bit, Young-ah” Jongho chuckled as he jogged towards her

“Minyoung-ah careful!” Seonghwa called out worried she’ll trip and hurt herself. He was also worried their stylist would scold them if they ruin their clothes before they could even shoot a scene for their music video.

“Someone hold on to the kid!” San jokingly called out making Minyoung point to him firing back “Like you’re any better oppa!” 

A grin made it’s way to San’s face having fun teasing the girl “For someone who doesn’t really know how to swim, you sure are excited being near the water.” 

“I know how to at least float! If anything, I’ll just hold on to whoever is near and drag them down with me, so I won’t be lonely.” Minyoung laughed as she approached him before declaring “and I’ll make sure it’s your arm who I’ll reach towards to.”

“Let’s not let that happen and stay safe, okay?” Seonghwa shook his head at the two

“These are the moments were I get reminded that she’s still young.” Hongjoong commented making the other members laugh with him

[Tinian Island in Saipan, the film set of the first group shooting for WAVE]

“Isn’t the ocean pretty in the back? I don’t feel hot.” the camera was focused on Hongjoong as his sweat is getting wiped off and his makeup retouched. In the background, you could see Minyoung following Seonghwa around tracing his steps. 

[The Mother Hen leading the Baby Chick!]

Seonghwa was unaware of what Minyoung was doing until he noticed the cameras filming him. He looked back and let out a laugh when the girl got surprised and stopped mid-step. 

“Why did you stop? Go go go.” Minyoung pouted trying to push him lightly

“What’s this about?” Seonghwa laughed as he went along with it and started walking again. He swears he has never seen Minyoung smile this brightly other than the time she managed to buy tickets for the train. Amused, he decided he’ll play along with her this time if it’ll keep her entertained while they wait for filming to resume.

“Minyoungie! The director is calling you for your individual shoot.” Yunho called out waving her over.

[Beach Scene]

“Ah. The wind! So refreshing” Minyoung remarked as she was getting her hair done before the start of their second group shoot. “I hope I could go on a vacation to a place like this with the members. Where I used to live as a kid, there were lots of beaches around and you’ll always feel that breeze especially during the summer.”

Yunho was getting interviewed and he talked about their styles for this comeback “The members said they can’t imagine me bleaching my hair but they told me that the bright color suits me. So I have confidence.” 

“But you do look great with that hair oppa! Like a cool webtoon character!” Minyoung piped in, grabbing his arm. “Doesn’t he look really handsome?” she asked towards the camera

Chuckling, Yunho patted Minyoung’s head lightly careful not to ruin her hairstyle “Another member that drastically changed for this comeback is Minyoungie. We were all shocked when she suddenly bleached her hair but now it looks a little silver.”

“Oh that’s because the stylist-unnie sprayed that color tint. Maybe I should have a different tint for every stage we do this comeback? That sounds fun. We can make Atiny guess what color I’ll have next. ” Minyoung giggled finding the idea interesting, Yunho nodding in agreement. They continued sharing stories until they heard the Director calling them for their shoot.

“We’ll go and take our dance scene with renewed confidence Let’s go” Yunho said dragging Minyoung along with him

After the shoot, Minyoung was holding unto Hongjoong as she was struggling a bit to walk in the sand. “The hardest thing about this shoot for me is the sand. It’s a bit hard dancing in them and since I’m smaller than everyone, I’m pretty sure the Director had to improvise his shots too. Oh! Yeosang-oppa, tell Atiny about our album”

“The album this time feels refreshing and charming. Prettier.” Yeosang started to describe the album and acted cutely in the camera. Hongjoong and Seonghwa following suit while both Yeosang and Minyoung’s face looked so done with the two. 

“Let’s respect the elders.” Yeosang remarked and Minyoung nodded, teasing the two eldest members as they both say bye to the camera.

[Mart Scene]

“Wooyoung-oppa, I’m hungryyyyy” Minyoung followed Wooyoung as he has the most props during their shoot in the Mart. 

“Do you want this chips?” Wooyoung looked through the cart he used for his individual shoot. “Or go call Jongho and ask him to split you an apple” making both of them laugh.

“Have you finished all your individual shoot already oppa? They’re still shooting in the at the last aisle.” 

“I did. But I don’t think I did great. It seemed more like a variety show in the latter part.” Wooyoung sighed a bit before laughing remembering his scenes

“Really? It looked great to me besides I’m sure it’ll look great in the final product” Minyoung assured him smiling

Before they wrap up their filming in the mart, they still had one more group shot they had to do and they were given the liberty to act however they want. Upon hearing this, Minyoung quickly hopped on Yunho’s back, surprising him but quickly securing her legs making sure she won’t fall. The staff laughed zooming in on them a bit thinking of using the footage somehow before they resumed the full shot.

[Skate Park Scene]

“Finally! Solid floors where I can dance freely.” Minyoung exclaimed dragging Jongho along with her to their spots for the group dance.

“We filmed at flat floors yesterday in the mart.” Jongho chuckled

“I didn’t really film any scenes there other than the group shot so that doesn’t count!” She was now looking at the skateboards, seemingly interested in them as Wooyoung and San played around in them before the shoot.

“Do you know how to skate?” Jongho asked as he looked at what made her quiet

She shook her head watching the two skate around “No. I’ve seen my brother do it but he never let me try.” Jongho nodded, waving to catch the attention of the two and pointing to Minyoung. San got the message coming over.

“Mintokki. Do you want to try? I’ll hold you so you don’t fall.” San asked as he got off the board.

“Oppa if I fall down and trip, I’m telling Joong-oppa.” Minyoung jokingly as she took his hand and got on the board. San chuckled and guided her along giving her tips on how to maintain her balance. This scene would later make it into the cut of the music video surprising everyone at how it looked mixed in with the other scenes.

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

This is probably the most “filler” type of post I did haha! This was written while watching the making of the MV for the idea. 

For those handful of people who are reading this, do you mind if I just jumped towards Kingdom episodes and post the other past events in-between? Also, thank you for reading ❤ hopefully you’re enjoying it so far  ❤ ❤ ❤

07

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Three Days ~ 57

~*~Emma~*~

Before jumping in the shower, I pulled up the naked picture, put a peach (I was in Georgia, after all) over my ass, and posted it on Instagram along with one of Amy and I floating and holding hands. I drew a heart around us and captioned it “Sister love”. When I got out of the shower, I had a text.

Sebastian ~ Imagine my sad face when there wasn’t a peach free version in my texts. Nice bikini.

Emma ~ You mean the version with my bikini bottoms that my sister took.

Sebastian ~ Ok, maybe not. Still a sad face.

 I sent him a posed bikini shot.

 Sebastian ~ I’m not going to complain. What a beauty. How is it going?

Emma ~ Five minutes and I'll call you.

Sebastian ~ Should be just enough time... with my new bikini pic.

Emma ~ Now I know why your biceps are so big.

Sebastian ~ Foreams.

 I pulled the towel off my hair, threw on clothes, and opened my iPad. Didn't take him long to answer. "Ce mai faci, Sebasti-an?" <How are you?>

“I was having a good day, now it's even better. How about you?"

I caught him up on the day and plans for the long weekend.

"You're going to be busier than me. I’ve got dinner with the guys. Then Canada. Sounds like our Sunday date may need to be postponed."

Our phone sex date. "Hell, no. Do you think after a day with family I'm not going to need to release some tension?"

Sebastian sighed, "That's all I am to you. Tension release."

"More of a perk than a purpose."

"I can live with that." He shrugged with a smile.

“That’s good because dad introduced to an eligible doctor today. He wanted to invite him to dinner. I told him my boyfriend didn’t like me to go on dates with other men.”

“Damn straight.”

“I call him bait.”

“To his face?”

I snickered and shook my head, "We've got pizza coming for dinner. Wanna meet the fam now? Natural conversation ender."

"Whenever."

I stood up, "Now, then I'll call you later. Unless you're falling back into your hole."

He held his thumb and forefinger an inch apart, "A little hole. I’m all yours whenever."

"Won't be too late." I opened my door and headed down the hall. I could see everyone in the family room. "Hey guys, I’ve got Sebastian. Want to meet him?"

Amy yelled, "Yes."

I put the iPad on the coffee table while they squished together. I stood behind them. "Family, Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Katie, Amy, mom is Andrea, and dad is David."

"Nice to meet all of you."

Katie got very close to the camera like she did when she talked to me, "Do you have a dog?"

"I don't have a dog. Do you have a dog?"

"No, but I want one. What about a cat, do you have a cat?"

He shook his head with a pout, "They make me sneeze. I have a fish. He lives with your Aunt Emma. His name is Mycroft."

"That's a stupid name."

Sebastian crinkled up his nose, "I know. Emma named him.”

Amy pulled her away, "We don't say stupid."

"She's a cutie." Sebastian looked between us. "I’m about to sound like I’m sucking up. All four of you are beautiful and carbon copies. Love the new hair, Amy."

Amy ran her fingers through, "Thank you."

Mom added, "Sucking up or not, always nice to hear. Amy said you're on your way to Canada."

Sounds like Amy had told our parents about our conversation.

"Yes. I have a movie showing at the Toronto Film Festival. I’m doing some advance press and meetings."

"And Rome," from Amy.

"Female spy movie."

My dad spoke up, "I‘m a history buff and have read about the units, mostly in Europe during World War two."

And they were off. Sebastian had been researching and dad directed him to a couple of books. They were animated and their conversation bounced back and forth. Sebastian managed to guide the talk around and asked mom about the mini-family reunion going on Sunday. Mom talked about the menu before she started sharing embarrassing stories. Sebastian told a few on himself. I pulled Amy in and she retaliated with a particularly embarrassing story that ended with me peeing by the side of a road. Maybe this meeting thing was a bad idea.

Sebastian looked at me, "So when we take a road trip you can point out the best places."

His words were teasing, but his expression was adoration. I felt it all over and smiled in return. "I imagine you’d block me from view instead of advertising a roadside strip show like she did.”

“I would.”

Fifteen minutes in the doorbell rang. I was starving but wished it had taken a little longer. I had been a little worried at first when it felt like they were interviewing him, but like he’d told me and I’d seen, after a few minutes they went back to normal and talked to him like he was anyone else. I was still standing in the back and went after the pizza, putting it on the table before returning to my spot. He and Amy were laughing about something.

Sebastian glanced up at me for a second, “I don’t want to keep you from dinner. Emma’s bragged on the pizza place. Go eat while it’s hot.”

Amy and dad said it was nice to meet him and mom said, “Fingers crossed things continue and we get to do this again or in person.”

What the fuck!

Sebastian saw me make a face and throw my hands up. He smiled and spoke to my mom, “I’m not going anywhere.” He glanced up to me, “I’ll talk to you later, Em?”

“Yep, I’ll text to make sure you’re still up.”

I used the time it took me to walk around the couch and close the cover on my iPad to calm myself down. What an absolutely strange thing for my mother to say to my boyfriend. By strange I mean bitchy. I wasn't willing to let it go but now wasn't the time. I'd like to say because I didn't want to confront her in front of the whole family, but it was because I was hungry.

Amy was buckling Katie in her booster seat, mom had the plates, and dad had multiple bottles of beer. I had no function. I sat down and opened the pizza boxes. The first bite was as good as I remembered. The combination of flavor and the happy memories made me smile. I chased the bite with beer and was in heaven.

I was content to sit quietly enjoying my pizza and beer. My twin was not, "Sebastian is nice and funny. He tells great stories. His expressions. I mean I know he's an actor, but this was him as a person. I like him."

"Me too," came from Katie.

"And he is gorgeous." Amy’s eyes were huge, "Gorgeous."

I pulled my lips to the side and nodded, "Yes, he is."

From the end of the table, my dad spoke, "Amy, tell us what's going on at the lake?"

Mom added, "Is Max going to be there?"

The rest of dinner was my parents talking to Amy about tomorrow and asking questions about her and Max. Not one word from either of them about Sebastian. I could tell they knew a lot about Max by the questions they asked. Zero questions about my boyfriend, who they knew next to nothing about. They knew next to nothing about how we met or what we’d done. They were asking about Amy and Max though. I wasn't even included in the conversation. I didn't have a function here either.

I wonder how much beer is in the fridge or tequila in the bar?

I’m angry. Sebastian was charming, self-effacing, and knew enough about them to ask questions. I don't expect them to gush all over about him, but how about a "he seems nice" or even "it was nice to talk to him.". But no. Nothing. Zippo.

One of the first things I learned in rehab was anger is a secondary emotion. Equally as valid, but still derived from another emotion. Something comes first and triggers anger. My feelings are hurt. They can talk to Amy about Max at any time. Literally at any time because she lives here. I'm here for five days and we just had him on FaceTime. Silence. I feel discounted.

I volunteered to take the garbage out. I needed some air. Instead of coming back inside, I sat down on one of the loungers, putting my phone on the side table. Closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing I tried to slip into calm. I was almost there when I heard the doors open and close. The calm disappeared. I was guessing it was mom. Dad wasn't one for confrontation and there was no mistaking there was going to be confrontation. Imagine my surprise when it was both of them.

"Hey, sweetheart." Dad sat on the foot of the lounger next to me. I pulled my feet up, making room for mom.

"Hey, has Katie gone to bed?"

Mom shook her head. "Amy's reading to her."

"We wanted to talk to you about Amy."

"OK." I was a little confused. "She seems really good. The last few months we've been texting and talking more. Today was nice. Laying here in the pool talking like we were teenagers again."

Mom put her hand on my foot, "I’m glad. Amy told us some of it."

My dad had his hands clasped between his knees. "Amy has been doing well. She has a good job, has been going out with friends, and she likes this Max."

“I remember him from high school."

"We'd like to keep her doing well. This is the longest she's been sober. We need you to tone it down a little."

I cocked my head, "Tone what down?"

Dad said, "Talking about Sebastian."

In an interesting twist, mom tried to lessen that blow. Sort of. "In general too. How good things are going at work and your social life. She compares herself to you and we don't want Amy to feel bad about herself."

I needed to know, "Did Amy say something? Have I said or done something for her to feel inferior?"

"No, not all. She said the same as you about how good it felt today."

Amy saying she felt less was completely different than what was going on here. I fought back angry tears. "First, I have barely talked about Sebastian. Amy asked questions from the hospital to here. I was excited for you all to meet him, but did it before dinner so it was time limited. That’s all I’ve said about him. You two don't even know how we met. Your disinterest is pretty clear.” I looked at dad, "I wasn't going to bring him up until after dinner, but you were trying to set me up." I turned my head to my mom, "And you straight up said if you two don't break up maybe we'll talk to you again."

"Emiliana, you're overreacting. Sebastian seems very nice and seems to be quite taken with you. My comment was more for Amy. He's a movie star. Of course, she's jealous, but she needs to remember dating doesn't mean forever."

"But you said it to Sebastian. Why would you say that to either of us?" I had my hand up with all fingers pointing at my chest. "Sebastian is the first relationship I’ve had in forever and you're forecasting the end. I’m happy and you're saying maybe it’ll last. That’s hurtful and mean."

"I’m happy for you. We're just asking you not to rub your sister's nose in your happiness and success."

Had I thought there was the slightest bit of truth to that statement I would have backed down. But there wasn't. "I've done no such thing. I've intentionally not done that. There's so much I could be saying, but haven't."

"Thank you. Please keep it that way."                                                                .

I stared at her. The correct response would have been they wanted to hear all about him.

My dad's voice cut the silence. "I didn't know you were dating anyone. I wouldn't have mentioned Frank coming to dinner if I had. What's so wrong with wanting my daughter to come home?"

He did well until the last sentence. It sucked the anger out of me and left sadness. "But you don't want me home. You want a version of me who isn't excited about a new boyfriend, or celebrates winning a volleyball tournament, or has friends who enjoy hanging out with me, or is proud of how she does her job. Or is at least is willing to pretend she isn’t."

Neither said anything. They couldn't because they knew I was right. I picked up my phone and stood up, "I'm going to go sit by the lake for a bit. Watch the water."

Mom didn't move, but Dad stood up. "Emma, Amy has struggled and worked hard to deal with what happened that summer."

I curled my lips in tight, refusing to cry. "So did I."

I walked along the wooded path and to the end of the dock. I sat dangling my legs off and called my other dad.

Ed picked up on the first ring, "It's too soon for you to call. You haven't been there for twelve hours."

I jumped right in. "I had a fight with my parents. The day with Amy has been great, like we were kids again. We’ve laughed and talked and even had this moment where we connected about what happened. Then my parents literally told me to stop being so happy. I might make Amy relapse."

"I love you, Emma.” He gave me a smile that was more sad than happy. “Tell me what they said. Exactly what they said."

Tears rolled down my face as I relayed the conversation.

Ed was silent until the end. He has always tried to be objective and not say anything negative about my parents. "Fuck them, Emma."

I started laughing. "I knew I wasn't overreacting. It’s not even that they want me tone it down because I do that with Amy all the time. I always check what's going on with her before I tell her what's going on with me. I'm always careful."

"I know you are."

"It's that they don't even consider me. Not a word. Had they said they wanted to hear all about Seb, but things were rough with Amy it would have been alright. But Amy's doing great and I can't be too happy in case she might not be. I have to be half of me so they can hope she'll be whole. I want her to be ok too, but not at the expense of me. To throw out they want me home. Why would I ever even consider moving back here with people who want me to diminish myself? And that she struggled. What do they think I did?”

“You could tell them.”

“Tell them? Are you crazy? So next time Amy is feeling bad about herself they can tell her then she relapses and tells whoever. No, thank you.”

Ed laughed, “I didn’t say it was a good idea. Don’t forget it’s your choice. You always have a choice. Even if it’s the best choice there are consequences. For the record, I think you made the right choice.”

I laid down on the dock. I know it’s not about sides, but I needed somebody on mine. Ed was on mine. “I want to go home.”

“Call an Uber and go to the airport. You need money, I’ll send. Or call Sebastian he’ll fly you home.”

That made me laugh, he was clearing the way for whatever I needed. “It’s my choice.”

“Always.”

I thought a second and Ed was good with the silence. “The only reason I’m not going home is that I don’t think this is Amy and we’re spending a day out with friends tomorrow. I don’t want to miss a good visit with my sister because my parents are assholes.”

“You said that, not me.”

“I read your mind. I love you. Thank you. I’m better.” I groaned, “I’m supposed to FaceTime Sebastian. I’m sure I’m a mess.”

“Don’t lie to him. Don’t pretend everything’s ok. Let him support you. I think he’ll be good at it. Doesn’t mean I’m going to quit giving him shit.”

“He doesn’t think you’re going to kill him anymore.”

“I’ll have to work harder.”

We hung up and I headed back toward the house. It was nearly pitch black out here and I wanted to see Sebastian.

[freddiesaysalright]

Catching Up Part XI

A Joe Mazzello x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader is a writer for an entertainment news network and after Joe comes in to do an interview, they reconnect. Unexpectedly, they’re having a child together.  

Word Count: 2.9 K

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A/N: This chapter is super fluffy. But, once again, setting some important stuff. Little Joey is arriving soon! Also, special appearances from Bri and Rog in this one :)

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V   Part VI Part VII  Part VIII  Part IX  Part X

Part XI here we go!!!

You were free of Nick, but you could not force yourself out of your anxiety about cameras. You were doing so much better now. You were at a point where Joe - but only Joe - could take your photo. After you got your closure with Nick, you allowed him to post one of you onto his Instagram. It made you nervous, and you wondered if people might discover your old shame, but you pushed that all away. Joe posted a photo of you, holding your little bump right after he’d made you laugh. It was a great shot.

That was something that helped. When Joe made you laugh, you were immediately relaxed, almost unaware that he was taking a picture at all. He knew just how to make you comfortable enough to get an amazing one of you. Even you couldn’t deny they looked good.

His captions melted your heart as well. The first photo he put up that included your face read: “This is my beautiful girlfriend. She’s amazingly brave, talented, and smart. She’s also giving me the greatest joy of my life. Y/N, I love you. I can’t wait to see our son grow up guided by the greatest mother in the world.” It got you choked up.

Everything would have been perfect if it hadn’t been for your pregnancy making you feel sick and tired all the time. Your headaches were pretty intense, and you still had nausea. You also had swelling around your ankles that you were positive couldn’t be normal. You had a doctor’s appointment before you would leave for Los Angeles, and you made a note to tell Dr. Barrow your concerns. Joe wouldn’t be going with you because he’d be in London for the UK premiere of BoRhap. You promised to send him a picture, though.

You weren’t sure you liked Dr. Barrow much. When you told him about what you were going through, he insisted it was normal pregnancy stuff. He seemed a bit uninterested and overwhelmed by the fact that he also had Dr. Jones’s patients. You felt completely dismissed and unheard.

“Dr. Barrow,” you said. “I don’t think you understand. These headaches are splitting -”

“They’re always ‘splitting’ to you ladies, aren’t they?” he returned with a tired wave of his hand. “I assure you, what you’re going through is normal.”

You frowned. “And it’s still okay for me to drive all the way to LA?”

He nodded. “Of course. As long as you get plenty of rest and continue to take your prenatal vitamins, you and your baby will be fine.”

You felt a little uneasy about him, but took his word that you’d be fine. That afternoon, when you told Joe about it over FaceTime, he seemed concerned, but unsure how to handle it.

“I guess we have to trust him,” he said. “He’s the professional.”

You shrugged. “I suppose so. Hey, do you want to see the picture?”

“Of course!”

You held up the sonogram. “Behold, my love, your child.”

He chuckled. “Aw, he’s amazing! I miss you two.”

“We miss you too,” you replied. “But I’m sure you’re having loads of fun in London.”

He began excitedly telling you what he and  the guys had been up to. You smiled and listened carefully, laughing a few times. Your hand rested limply on your baby bump, phone dangling from the pop socket. All of a sudden, Joey gave a mighty kick, knocking your phone right out of your hand and it slid onto the bed.

“Joey!” you gasped, poking him gently. “That was rude!”

“Baby?” Joe’s voice came from somewhere in the covers. “What just happened?”

You picked up your phone and held it properly. “Your son just kicked the phone out of my hand.”

He laughed. “Wow, he’s a strong boy.”

“This is hardly congratulatory behavior,” you returned.

“Is he still moving?” he asked. “I wanna see.”

You lowered phone to your protruding belly, and focused the camera so he could see Joey’s little feet popping up. Joe gasped.

“It only gets more awesome every time I see it!” he said.

“Do you miss your daddy, Joey?” you cooed to your belly. “I miss him too.”

“I’ll be home soon,” he said as you brought the phone up to your face again. “Just one more day and then I’ll be on a plane.”

Shortly after, you said goodnight and tried to get some sleep. It felt awfully lonely in the house by yourself, but you took comfort in the fact that Joe would be home soon. Then you would start your first family road trip.

You followed the premiere coverage from your desk at work. Several people were watching, since you worked in entertainment. Emily sat with you, shaking her head in amazement.

“I can’t believe you’re going to the one in LA,” she said. “It looks so glamorous.”

“Or terrifying,” you said with a gulp.

You could see all the cameras and flashing lights as Joe and the rest walked down the carpet and into the theater. Your heart gave a nervous flutter.

“Oh, Joe’s talking,” she said. “Turn it up.”

You did so and you caught that the reporter was asking about you and the baby.

“Yeah, Y/N is doing great and so is the baby,” he said, beaming. “I’m so excited, I feel like I have so many blessings right now. Between this film and having a family, I just...I can hardly believe I’m so lucky.”

“How did you meet Y/N?” the reporter asked.

“We actually knew each other as kids!” Joe told her. “Fourth grade. We were friends and then she moved away, but we found each other again through work.”

“Wow, that’s amazing!” the reporter said.

“Right?” Joe agreed. “Where’s our Hallmark movie?”

She laughed. “So, are you two hearing wedding bells?”

“We’ve talked about it, and we know we want to commit to each other,” he said. “No plans to bite that bullet just yet though. We’re focused on getting the baby here.”

“That’s a good thing to focus on,” she said. “Thanks for talking with us, Joe. And congratulations!”

“Thank you!” he returned and walked over to the next camera.

Emily sighed. “The way he talks about you is so sweet. I mean, his eyes just light right up. That must be so nice.”

You smiled. “It’s wonderful. He’s wonderful.”

Forty-eight hours went by, and before you knew it, you and Joe were on the road, heading west to Los Angeles. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to stop and sight see because you were on a tight schedule to make it there in time for the premiere. Even so, Joe made it fun. He told you a bit about LA, since you’d never been before. Nervous as you were about the premiere, you were excited to be there with Joe.

The night of the premiere came. You and Joe were staying with Rami and Lucy. You honestly considered pretending to be ill to get out of it. You were so nervous, your body shook. Lucy had to help you into your dress and do your hair because you were just unable.

“Y/N, if you can’t do this, you don’t have to go,” Lucy said gently as she laid a curl across your shoulder. “Joe will understand.”

“No, I promised him I would,” you insisted. “Besides, like Joe always tells me, I can do anything.”

She smiled. “You two are adorable.”

“How do you do this, Lucy?” you asked. “What a good trick to keep in mind?”

“Focus on one thing at a time instead of the big picture,” she advised. “That way it doesn’t seem like so much. Stick close to Joe, and you’ll be alright.”

You nodded.

When you met Joe and Rami downstairs, they both gaped at the two of you.

“You look wonderful,” Rami said to his girlfriend. “You both do.”

“Lucy looks wonderful,” you returned playfully. “I look like a planet.”

“Hey, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about,” Joe said, feigning offense.

You all chuckled.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said seriously, kissing you on the cheek. “I love you.”

The four of you headed out to the awaiting limo to take you to the theater and the premiere. You felt so on edge that even a bump in the road made you grip Joe’s hand tighter. You hadn’t gotten to try having other people take photos and videos of you, and you were unsure if you could handle it.

“Fuck, I wish I could drink,” you said under your breath.

Joe laughed. “I wish you could too. I’m pretty sure you’re breaking my fingers.”

“Imagine what it’ll be like during childbirth,” Rami joked.

“Oh please, childbirth isn’t nearly as bad as they make it out to be in movies,” you said.

“You’re not scared, Y/N?” Lucy wondered.

You looked at her and shrugged. “Not really, no. My body is made to do it. And with an epidural, I won’t feel much besides pressure.”

She looked impressed. You gave Joe’s hand another nervous squeeze.

“I’m gonna check your pulse,” he said. “You still have feeling in your fingers?”

You nodded. “So far.”

“That’s good,” he said gently. He pressed his fingers to your neck. “Definitely got a quick pulse, but you’re doing so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“I hope you’re not speaking too soon,” you muttered.

“I’m not,” he told you. “We’ve arrived.”

The car came to a stop. You sucked in a breath and looked wildly at him.

“You guys go,” he said to Rami and Lucy. “We’re right behind you.”

They shuffled out of the car. Joe took your face in his hands and held your gaze fiercely.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said. “Everyone here loves you. You got this. Stay with me.”

You nodded. He placed a swift peck on your lips. He moved so he could exit the car first. When he opened the door, you gulped. He stepped out, and you briefly considered telling the driver to go and take you with him. But you would not abandon Joe. Carefully, you scooted to the door, sticking one foot out and letting it hit the carpet. You reached out your hand, and Joe’s found it. You held your swollen belly and Joe practically lifted you out of the car.

The roar was deafening. The cameras clicked, reporters shouted questions, and music blasted from somewhere else. You held Joe’s arm and took a deep breath. The car pulled away as you stepped forward and you were forced to resign yourself to it.

You glanced at the cameras and felt your stomach drop. Joe’s arm secured you around your waist and you met his eyes.

“Stay with me,” he said again, and kissed your temple.

You let him lead you down the carpet closer to the cameras. Joe walked up to the first reporter, who was from the LA office of Everything Entertainment. You beamed at his consideration. He thought that if you knew the company you were talking to, you might feel more comfortable.

“We’ve been dying to see your beautiful baby mama up close, Joe,” the reporter said before grinning at you. “You look stunning.”

“Th-thank you,” you managed.

“How far along are you?” she asked.

“Just over six months,” you replied.

“Really?” she gasped. “You seriously look great to be six months pregnant. When’s the due date?”

“February 20th,” Joe answered.

“You guys excited?”

“We’re positively giddy,” he said.

The next few interviews went similarly. You found yourself relaxing more and more each minute. Everyone told you how great you looked, and you let yourself believe them. The security of having Joe beside you made you feel at home. Then, you saw two people who made your heart skip a beat: Brian May and Roger Taylor. You slapped Joe’s arm with excitement.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, nodding your head toward them.

“Oh, yeah, let’s go say hi,” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you over.

They were talking to the rest of the cast already so you were grateful you could blend in. Joe clearly wasn’t letting that happen.

“Bri, Rog,” he said. “This is Y/N Y/L/N. My wonderful girlfriend who is having my baby.”

They both shook your hand and smiled kindly at you. You opened your mouth to say hello, but at that moment, little Joey kicked out once more. You gasped and clutched it.

“You alright?” Joe asked.

“He’s kicking,” you returned. “I guess he wants to say hello too. You guys wanna feel?”

They both agreed and placed their hands softly on your belly. You could hardly believe the founding members of Queen were gushing over your baby bump. They also told you you looked beautiful.

“A little boy, yeah?” asked Roger

You nodded. “Little Joey!”

“Very sweet,” said Brian. “Congratulations, to both of you.”

He hugged you and kissed your cheeks. Roger followed suit. Now you really thought you might faint.

Ben came bounding over to you suddenly. He embraced Roger first, then Brian, and then he practically tackled Joe, kissing his neck. Joe laughed, clapping Ben on the back as they swayed together for a moment.

“I missed you, mate,” Ben said.

“It’s been like five days,” Joe returned. “But that is five days too long, huh?”

Ben nodded and then came over to you. He grinned and rubbed your belly as he hugged you.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said.

“Hi, Ben,” you returned.

“You feeling alright?” he wondered.

You smiled and nodded. Gwilym came over next and greeted you just as warmly, though without nearly knocking Joe off his feet. He also kissed your cheek.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said. “You look so lovely. How’s the baby?”

“He’s fantastic,” you said. “Thank you for asking.”

Allen approached next, extending his hand politely before introducing himself. “It’s great to finally meet you in person!”

“You too!” you agreed.

When Rami and Lucy joined, the photographers started yelling, desperate for a shot of everyone together with Brian and Roger. You started to back out of the frame, but Joe and Ben each took one of your arms and forced you back in. You giggled and accepted it. You truly didn’t think this night could get any better.

The movie was fantastic. You were a sobbing mess by the end of it, because they told the story well, and you were so incredibly proud of these people who had become your friends. You felt it was a great success.

The afterparty was also so fun. Originally, you had planned to go back to Rami and Lucy’s, but Joe insisted on going to the afterparty. He said it was going to be great and you needed to be there. Rolling your eyes, you indulged him, but you really did end up having a great time. They got Queen karaoke going, and Joe was perhaps the most enthusiastic of everyone.

“If I could have everyone’s attention for a second,” Joe said, when  the party was in full swing. “I have a little dedication I’d like to make to my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. This song is called Misfire and it’s written by John Deacon.”

Everyone laughed, including you, but the music didn’t start.

“I’m kidding,” he said. “I’m not singing Misfire. But, Y/N, if you could join me up here.”

Rami helped you to your feet and onto the stage. Your heart was beating wildly as you felt the room of eyes on you. You turned to Joe, holding his gaze.

“Y/N,” he said, and you saw tears begin to form in his brown eyes. “This is a really special night, for a few reasons. First is the release of our wonderful film, Bohemian Rhapsody. Second is...well...I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love a person. And you’re giving me something that I can never even hope to repay you for. Our son.”

“Joe…” you sighed, choking up.

“Hold on, I’m not finished,” he said. “I knew from the minute I met you - back in fourth grade - that no matter what happened, we’d be together. It was just a physical law of the universe. The years and geography kept us apart, but we’ve certainly done a lot of catching up since then.” The crowd chuckled. “I don’t want to waste any more time.”

He sank to one knee and your heart leapt to your throat. He pulled a ring from his pocket and held it out to you as you - and everyone else - gasped. The ring was beautiful. The stone was not a diamond, but a pearl. It was unique, like you and Joe, and your story.

“Y/N,” he began again. “Will you marry me?”

You could barely form words. Your brain buzzed with elation. Slowly, you nodded, tears falling from your eyes.

“Yes!” you finally choked out and he slipped the ring on your finger. “Oh my God, Joe, yes!”

He leapt to his feet and pulled you in for the kiss of a lifetime. This kiss was the seal of your promise to each other. The people around you erupted into applause. Ben whistled loudly. You and Joe came down the steps together, immediately getting hugs and kisses from your friends. But nothing else mattered when you locked eyes with Joe again. He was it for you. Your whole future. Your whole heart. Everything was just you and Joe.

[project-casting]

Charlize Theron Reveals Her Acting Techniques

Charlize Theron Reveals Her Acting Techniques

Charlize Theron reveals her acting techniques and why she is not a method actor.

As we previously described in our guide to acting styles, Method Actingis one of the most popular acting techniques in the film industry. In a recent interview, Charlize Theron discussed her approach to acting in movies and television. In the process, she explains why she no longer uses the method acting process to…

[babylon-crashing]

SANTA MUERTE'S GOLD CANDLE: DEATH, READ ALL ABOUT IT

Despite the supremacy of the spoken word over the written one in the cult of Saint Death, Mexican publishers profit from the sale of devotional literature. Most important is the omnipresent monthly magazine Devoción a la Santa Muerte (Devotion to Saint Death), which is sold at corner newsstands throughout the country. In retrospect, my initial call to study the skeleton saint may have actually occurred when I bought the inaugural issue of the colorful magazine at a Mexico City newsstand in July 2005. I was still researching the Virgin of Guadalupe at the time, but as a student of popular religion in general I couldn’t resist examining a glossy magazine that had a strange skeleton dressed like one of the many different Latin American images of the Virgin Mary. Mina Editores, one of the largest magazine publishers in Mexico, produces  Devoción a la Santa Muerte,  as well as  San Judas Tadeo and  Trolls,  in their “esoteric” line of monthlies, which also includes Mi Boda (My Wedding),  Tatuajes (Tattoos), and Pickups  in their other categories of magazines.  

The publisher prints 25,000 copies of Devoción  each month and distributes them to newsstands throughout the country, where they each sell for $1.65. Among the different sections of the magazine, the one called “Altar” claims the most pages, twelve of thirty-one. Here devotees proudly display their home altars in high-quality photos and tell readers how they have lovingly developed a sacred space for the Powerful Lady in the intimacy of their own homes. In Issue 118, Verónica García of the San Cosme district of Mexico City shows off  unusual dresses that she has knitted for her Santa Muerte statues. The caption beneath a picture of one of the statues dressed in a blue and white knit outfit reads, “The Garcías keep an impeccable altar. They clean it and regularly provide offerings.” Ritual instructions, questions and answers, advice, testimonials of miracles received and “dreams about the White Girl” constitute the other sections in which pretty much every page has a photo of the saint. In the same issue (118) in which the García family reveals their home altar to the cameras, there is a description of a Saint Death rituals designed “to eliminate bad energy from your vehicle.” In addition to spraying the car in question with abrecaminos (road opener) aerosol, readers are instructed to pray, “O my great Lady, I ask you from the bottom of my heart and with much faith that you keep me away from danger and that you remove from my path any curse or people who want to do me harm, and don’t allow any accidents on my way. May your will be done.”

Devotees looking for more detailed ritual instructions and collections of prayers can choose among several books, booklets, and manuals published in Mexico in Spanish. The most widely available, which is sold both online and at yerbería in both the United States and Mexico, is  La Biblia de la Santa Muerte (The Saint Death Bible), published by the large Mexican press, Editores Mexicanos Unidos. The promotional blurb on the back cover appeals to personal problem solving: “Find the solution to family problems, enjoy protection from your enemies, avoid being robbed, help your children, grow your business, and much more through prayer and devotion to Saint Death.” In the next paragraph Pablo López and Marcia Nielsen, authors of several books on Santería, underscore the utility of the ninety-six-page book. “In this book you will find a compendium of prayers, rituals, novenas, and basic rules for her cult. You will be able to get close to her and ask her anything—from advice to the improvement of your health and finances, and even protection for your business. And you will also learn how to give thanks for favors that have been granted. All this through  The Saint Death Bible.”  

Oddly, the image of Santa Muerte on the front cover is not the usual female figure. Rather, the black-robed skeleton holding a scythe made from a human spine in one hand and planet earth in the other looks decidedly androgynous. Most of the booklets and manuals tend to be abbreviated versions of the  Bible focusing more on prayers and less on rituals. Reflecting her increasing number of English-speaking devotees,  The Magical Powers of the Holy Death  was the first major ritual guide to be published in English in 2008. The major online vendors of esoterica and occult paraphernalia sell the booklet.  

The skeleton saint has also earned profits for a few Mexican and American novelists who have portrayed her in works of fiction. Most notably, the Mexican writer, environmentalist, and former diplomat Homero Aridjis introduced many of his compatriots to the Bony Lady in his 2004 novel  La Santa Muerte: Sexteto del amor, las mujeres, los perros y la muerte  (Saint Death: Sextet of Love, Women, Dogs, and Death). An engaging piece of pulp fiction, the novel portrays the saint as a gruesome Grim Reapress, straight out of a bad horror flick. Aridjis portrays himself as Miguel Medina, a Mexico City crime reporter who receives a mysterious invitation to attend the fiftieth birthday party of a major drug lord. During the twenty-four-hour bacchanalian bash at a ranch outside the city attended by powerful narcos, politicians, actors, and even Catholic bishops, Aridjis secretly witnesses a satanic type of human sacrifice in which one of the party-goers is knifed at the Santa Muerte home altar of the drug lord. In a recent interview, Aridjis claimed that his novel is a fictionalized account of events that he witnessed at a Saint Death birthday bash. In its third edition, the book has generated handsome profits for the Mexican intellectual, who is not a devotee himself and is actually resented by many Santa Muertistas, most significantly devotees associated with Doña Queta who have read the novel and object to his portrayal of the Bony Lady as a satanic sorceress.  For Irish crime novelist John Connolly, the profits generated by the Dark Angel have been even greater. His 2005 novel  The Black Angel, the fifth in a series, helped push his career sales over seven million. On his website Connolly lists Santa Muerte as one of the three main sources of inspiration for his 624-page tome.    

(R. Andrew Chestnut, Devoted to Death, pages 166-169)

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Privacy - A Yoongi One Shot

Request: heyo! idk if your requests are open but i really loved the way you wrote sweet tooth and i was hoping to request a yoongi x male idol reader. maybe they’re like out in the store or something when a fan recognizes them? something like that? i really love your writing it’s so good 😊

Description: You and Yoongi have a very warm relationship. But unfortunately, they’re forced by circumstance to keep it a secret. Outings together, dates, even trips to the grocery store mean face masks and thick jackets. But what happens when the two of you get caught where you least expect it?

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Yoongi x (male) reader

Genre: Fluff, just straight fluff and a little angst if you squint

Warnings: None!

A/N: Hey guys! This request was so fun to complete, holy cow. Honestly, I loved this prompt and it was a really natural scenario. I liked it! I hope you guys enjoy it too. Ah, and a quick note: my requests are actually super closed! Haha, they have been for a few months, but I’ve been getting a few in my inbox. The ones I’ve received up until now, I’ll definitely complete within the next few weeks, but I’m not taking any more requests for the time being! Thank you for your patience and understanding! Love you guys~

- Mercury

It hadn’t been long since you and Yoongi started seeing each other. Just shy of five months. For normal people, that was plenty long enough to get serious. But not quite for you. Couples in the industry weren’t nearly as rare as the media thought, but nonetheless a same-sex couple was big news around your contemporaries. Nobody particularly minded, of course. Yoongi had said on numerous occasions that gender was never an issue in love, and you’d been rather vocal about your crush on him during interviews. Once word got around to your fellow idols, you’d received an outpouring of support.

But with it, came an outpouring of warnings.

You could still distinctly remember that text from Jackson.

Hey! Congratulations on your relationship! I always knew you guys had a thing for each other lol. A word of advice though, from a veteran…don’t let the fans know. Not everyone is as accepting as we are.

Of course, you understood his point. Not only was your group rather new, but you were only just gaining momentum with the public. Each new MV marked a significant increase in fans. Every comeback saw more faces in the audience, more people cheering for and supporting you.

Perhaps if you were a solo artist you’d have come out properly. Perhaps you would have held Yoongi’s hand proudly as you strolled through the grocery store, no masks, no baseball caps, no oversized clothes, no eyes scanning like surveillance cameras, ready to run at the slightest hint of movement. Perhaps you’d post all those couple pictures you had stored on your phone: you and Yoongi on a beach in Jeju, soaking in the sunlight, Yoongi sleeping on your lap, lashes dusting the apples of his cheeks, Yoongi silhouetted against the lavender sky. Perhaps you’d add a mushy caption, in both Korean and English like those trendy idols did.

But you didn’t have only yourself to worry about. Your group mates, four of the kindest and most hardworking boys you’d ever met, were relying on you too. And one public slip-up could be catastrophic for such a young group. Hadn’t you learned from what happened to E’Dawn and Pentagon? Hadn’t that served as a cautionary tale?

Nonetheless, as you held his hand and he read the back label of a cereal box, you couldn’t help the urge to just…scream it. Take the microphone from one of the cashiers and announce it over the PA system.

“I love Min Yoongi!” you’d shout, alarming middle-aged mothers and startling children as they chased one another through the candy aisle. “I love him and we’re dating!”

But instead you simply smiled and held his hand, your whole body warm beside him. Gently, you leaned into his side and he hummed a little. “What is it?” he asked, voice muffled through the mask.

You shook your head and sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. “Nothing, really.”

“Not nothing,” replied Yoongi, turning to face you seriously, your fingers still laced. His heavy brow was lowered and he watched you with what you were certain was a pout on his lips. “You’re thinking about something.”

You opened your mouth to protest before shutting it with a sigh and rolling the tip of your shoe into the linoleum, trying to find the words. “I’m just…thinking about us.”

“Us?” he asked, then pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t make a face like that when you think about us.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Not like that, dork,” you said, shoving the side of his head lightly and dislodging his baseball cap. Instead of picking it up, he simply stared down at you, now exposed in the middle of the grocery store. “I mean…aren’t you sick of hiding?” you asked.

He blinked at you for a moment, his brow furrowing. “We aren’t hiding,” he said, gesturing around the aisle with his free hand. “We’re out in public.”

You sighed and tugged on the top of his face mask with your finger. “What’s this then?” you asked, quirking a brow.

“It’s…a precaution,” he said, then shook his head and pulled you flush against his side, watching the rows of cereal like they held the answers. He always did that. Avoiding your eyes when he was about to say something soft. “I don’t want to put our careers in danger.”

You were quiet a moment. You’d had this conversation more times than you could count and the result was always the same. An impasse. You loved your fans, but you couldn’t quite trust them to have a good reaction. You loved each other, but you couldn’t risk your livelihood. Nothing every added up just right.

“E-excuse me?” called a small voice from beside Yoongi.

You peered out across his chest and locked eyes with a young girl, probably around middle-school age, with big brown eyes and cheeks flushed with rose. “Yes?” asked Yoongi quietly.

The girl held in her hand the black baseball cap Yoongi had dropped, her small hands clasped around the bill. She smiled gently. “Is this yours?” she asked.

Yoongi released your shoulders and bent down to retrieve his cap. You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded. “Yes,” he said, placing the hat back on his head. “Thank you for grabbing it.”

She beamed at Yoongi with the fondness of a fan and cleared her throat a little. “Um…I know this is weird, but…are you Min Yoongi?” she asked.

Yoongi’s back went rigid and he spared a look at you. Your eyes were wide and your heart was kicking up in speed with worry. If this girl knew Yoongi, she might say something about him grocery shopping with a guy. She might have even saw the two of you embracing. But…why did she look so happy?

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck and nodded his head slowly. “Yeah…,” he said, his voice revealing his worry.

The girl clapped her hands and grinned. “I knew it!”

She laughed a little and glanced over her shoulder down the aisle. Only then did you notice another, slightly older girl lingering at the end cap by the bread. She stiffened when she noticed you staring and you thought she might run.

“Hyejin!” called the younger girl, waving her hand excitedly. “I told you! It’s Yoongi and Y/N!”

Yoongi jumped a little and turned to stare at you with round eyes. “U-uh-,” you began, but before you could say anything, the older girl was running down the aisle to join the first and both of them looked up at you as if you had stars in your eyes. “Hello,” you said with a curt bow.

The girls giggled. “You’re my favorite member!” blurted the older girl, Hyejin. She glanced between you and Yoongi and smiled brightly. “I had a feeling you two were dating.”

You stiffened and stared at her, pulling down your face mask and shaking your head. “O-oh, no, uh…we’re not! We’re just-,”

“You’re right,” said Yoongi, pulling his own face mask down to reveal a soft, knowing smile. He turned his tender eyes toward the girl and she blushed. “We’re buying ingredients for dinner tonight. Do you have any recommendations?”

The girl gaped before nodding her head furiously. “I know how to make a really good carbonara!”

The younger girl approached you with a grin, holding out her phone to you with trembling hands. “C-Could I get a picture with you?” she asked gently.

You blinked at it, then looked at Yoongi whose hand had been seized in the older girl’s grip, guiding him down the aisle toward the pasta. You then turned back to the girl and a shy smile crept across your lips. “Um…sure,” you said, taking it from her hands and bending slightly to match her height.

You took a few photos together until the girl found one she liked. “Oh! I’m Mijin by the way,” she said with a smile. “I’m a really, really huge fan! My sister too,” she said, then turned down the aisle to see Hyejin talking animatedly about pasta. She laughed. “Sorry she stole your boyfriend.”

You flushed and rubbed your hands together. Nervous habit. “Ah…s-she can have him. Nobody knows it, and he’d die if he knew I told you, but he makes super bad puns at home.”

She glanced at you slyly and gave you a smirk. “Really?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and put on an exhausted expression, sighing. “Which country's capital has the fastest-growing population?” you asked.

She giggled. “Hm,” she began, then shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Ireland,” you said, eyeing her. “Every day it’s Dublin.”

Mijin let out a rapturous laugh that captured her sister’s attention. The girl rushed back to us and glanced between us with narrowed eyes. “Did she tell you something embarrassing about me?” she asked.

Yoongi approached at a leisurely pace, smiling. “No! Something embarrassing about Yoongi,” said Mijin, still fighting off laughter.

Yoongi cocked a brow and crossed his arms. “Oh?”

You glanced away, scratching your jaw, and whistled a little. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”

Yoongi flicked your forehead and the two of you chuckled. Lingering quietly beside you, the two girls exchanged loaded glances. Suddenly, you worried that you’d been too affectionate with Yoongi. Were these two not so accepting after all? Was it really just like Jackson said? You felt your stomach go cold and you watched your hands as they clasped the grocery basket, knuckles straining against your skin. You took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself for whatever onslaught of anger you’d face.

But, to your surprise, Hyejin simply cleared her throat and rocked back and forth on her heels, a bashful flush in her cheeks. “Um…Y/N?” she asked quietly, standing close to your side.

“Yes?” you managed to choke out, your nerves suffocating.

She scratched her arm and quietly handed you her phone. “Could…could I also get a picture?”

You stiffened and glanced between Hyejin’s downcast eyes and her pale, outstretched hand. “Uh,” you began, then shook your head, returning to your senses with a smile. “Of course.”

She beamed up at you and giggled as she took her spot beside you, holding up a V sign. “Wait!” called Mijin, grabbing Yoongi by the thick sleeve of his black sweater. “Let’s get a group selfie!”

You paused for a moment as Yoongi came to stand behind you. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder. Your heart raced as you strained your neck to meet his smiling eyes.

“Yoongi-,” you began.

But he simply silenced you with a peck to your cheek. “Take the picture. I think it’ll turn out nice.”

Blushing, you obliged and snapped the shot, all four of you smiling in the deserted grocery store aisle. Once the photo was taken, Yoongi settled for simply holding your hand in his, your face masks still wrapped below your chins, revealing your faces in entirety.

Hyejin was about to speak when a shrill voice shouted from all around the large store. “Mijin! Hyejin! Come to the registers right now!” she shouted over the PA system.

You laughed a little, concealing it as a cough, and wondered just what would have happened if you’d followed through with your impulse to use the PA system yourself.

“Aw!” whined Mijin with a pout. “I wanted to stay longer.”

“Right now!” repeated the voice.

Hyejin and Mijin exchanged nervous looks before smiling brightly at the two of you. “We gotta go,” said Hyejin gently as Mijin began jogging in place. “Th-thank you guys for taking the pictures.”

You smiled and patted her head. “Thank you for being our fans,” you said.

She smiled. “Is…um…is it okay if I post it? All of my friends would be so excited,” she said, her eyes round and expectant.

You were about to adamantly refuse, mindful not to allow this breach to spread further, but Yoongi beat you to it. “Please do,” he said, then draped an arm over your shoulders. “And tag us.”

The girls giggled and agreed to Yoongi’s request before running off down the aisle, waving over their shoulders before disappearing. Quickly, you threw Yoongi’s arm off of you and shot him a glare.

“Min Yoongi, do you realize what you just did?” you asked.

He laughed a little, the gummy kind, and shrugged. “Is it so wrong to be proud of my boyfriend?”

You stiffened, struggling to maintain your resolve, and coughed a little, crossing your arms. “Still…what if it turns out bad?”

Yoongi laughed a little, gently cupping your face in his warm hands. “What if it doesn’t?”

The simplicity in his words disarmed you and you could do nothing but stand still, flushed, as his thumbs traced circles into your skin. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was a chaste kiss. The kind you’d wanted to do a million times on your late-night dates to the park, your covert coffee-shop trysts, your early morning walks through the city. The kind you saw couples do every day. His lips were soft and gentle, and revealed the quiet intensity that made you fall for him in the first place.

You sighed into him as he slowly broke away, leaning back to give you a grin. “And besides, that Hyejin girl has a crush on you,” he said with a wink. “Gotta keep my competition in line.”

“Yoongi!” you shouted, giving his chest a big smack.

But there was no malice in it. And as you two continued shopping, masks forgotten, smiling freely, you knew that whatever was to come you could face it together. As cliche as it seemed, you knew that your feelings for each other were strong enough to withstand outside pressure. Your companies would have your heads on a silver platter. Your group mates would give you endless lectures. You may have an army of Yoongi stans checking you out and sizing you up.

But you knew one thing for sure: if Mijin and Hyejin were anything to go by, you could both trust your fans.

And more than anything, you could both trust each other to weather the consequences, whatever they may be.

[grandthorkiday]

Mob AU “Playthings” Part 24

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They dragged him out of the bedroom when it was announced on the news the next morning. He knelt in front of the large flat screen, amongst the games controllers that had been his brother’s solice, and watched as the a newscaster said in a sympathetic but efficient manner, “Thor Valhalla was found this morning in critical condition after what appears to be an assault. He was rushed to a hospital but pronounced dead on arrival. He was thirty two.”

“The Brat is dead! Long live the Brat!” Mario crowed, and the crew laughed.

Gast used one finger to lift Loki’s face to his. “You always have your exit strategy, sweetheart. Remember?” He said it almost kindly.

“M-may I go back to the bedroom?”

Back away from the crew and stares, Loki bent over the toilet and threw up in peace. He sobbed into the tile floor, aware that no one this time would come in and stroke his hair or hold him or sing some stupid song from their childhood. It was just him now.

They next day, they dragged him out again. This time because he had to cook breakfast. Life goes on.

Gast began making the rounds on the radio shows, calling in to dramatically cry about the death of one of his lost soulmates. He kept Loki in his lap, hugging him close like a stuffed animal. Occasionally the host would ask after the brunette. Grandmaster’s eyes would flick up to his, and he would politely look away. “In no fit state to talk to anyone, sadly.”

Naturally, that really wasn’t the case. Around three o'clock, Loki found a phone being shoved in his face as he laid on the bed.

“Call the hospital. Tell them you want the body. You can do that, you’re family.” There was an emphasis on ‘family’ that made his skin crawl, but he took the phone and did as he was told. Thor had told him to be good.

[read more cut]

The hospital, unfortunately, was making it difficult. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Valhalla, but Mr. Thor Valhalla’s body was released to your Father already. You will have to speak to him and your sister. I am so sorry for your loss.”

“I-I am his…,” he could barely say the words. He’d wanted to scream them for the last six to seven years, and now he barely had the energy to form a syllable.

“I’m so sorry.”

When he hung up and explained the situation, the slap to the face was almost welcome. “Call your sister! I want his body!”

Thor would have cheekily asked why he hadn’t kept it. He would have couched it as a light-hearted question. Loki simply dialled from memory Hela’s number and said nothing.

“I want Thor’s body,” he said with preamble once she answered the phone.

“Oh, Loki! I-”

“Please, Hela. I want to bury him. We-” he glanced at Gast who looked back at him expectantly, “we want to bury him.”

“After he-”

“He’s my husband, Hela…we got married. Did you know that? I’m legally allowed to have a say over what happens to his…remains.”

“I know, Loki. He told us.”

Loki took a shakey breath, the painful reminder of why Thor wasn’t there twisting in gut like a knife. “Hela, don’t make me fight you in court. Don’t make him fight you. Please, right now…”

“Daddy wants to bury Thor too.” It was said quickly, cutting him off.

“Near Mom?” he couldn’t help the hope that entered his voice.

“N-no. Um…he’s having Thor cremated and buried in another plot.” There was a quick and muffled dialogue on the other end of the phone before she came back. “I suppose we could um…share….him. Split the ashes.”

Loki felt like vomiting again. “Split the ashes?” He glanced at the Grandmaster who shrugged and nodded his assent. “O-okay.”

They arranged when he would come to pick up the ashes. Hela tried to invite him to their private funeral service, but he hung up on her instead. He had to be good. He had to survive. Grandmaster kissed his forehead and tucked him into bed for that.

That’s when he brought 'the trophy’ out. Loki nearly screamed and fled the bedroom, but he forced himself to remain where he was. The older man placed the glass container of strange viscous liquid on the bedside counter. The blue iris of Thor’s eye looked unreal and otherworldly, the veins and disconnected tissue floating out like tentacles or rays of lightning. Loki looked at it in morbid fascination.

“I said, it was his best feature,” Gast said simply, running a finger down the side of the glass.

“Yes.”

“Well one of his best features. But you can’t persevere an ass.”

“That’s why you called him Sparkles. Because of his eyes.”

“It’s not like he shot lightning or something.”

“May I keep his things? At least his drawings?”

“I guess. But keep them somewhere neat. I don’t want them everywhere,” he reached over and laid out three more items: a needle, a small bag of blue crystals, and a lighter. He left, without another word as Loki took them.

~2020~

He honestly couldn’t remember clearly the last few months. He remembered the funeral. Gast had made an emotional fifteen minute eulogy before bringing him to the front of the packed church to speak. He stood at the lectern, stuttering out something unintelligible before breaking down into sobs at the sight of the blown up picture of Thor. He had been gathered into the Grandmaster’s embrace, though they didn’t leave the altar. The cameras and the world needed to see him.

After that, his life was series of color and moments of sobriety. He tried to stay away from harder stuff, keeping mostly to alcohol and weed, but Gast kept giving him the crystals when he got 'too weepy’. He now slept and lived permanently in the master bedroom. He didn’t have to cook much anymore, mostly because no one trusted him around a stove. But he was good. Perfect. So they couldn’t complain.

Sometimes, he could forget everything. Gast would hold him in his lap during one of the numerous meetings, and Loki would simply exist, as though he had been willed into being just to please this man. Then, he would catch sight of the bar, or maybe something would brush across his cheek and it would come all crashing back. He would hug the man closer, for there was no one else he was allowed to touch anymore, and he would be given a glass of alcohol to keep quiet.

“My poor Lo Lo. All alone now.” He forgets when this was said to him exactly, but the ridiculous sweater he remembers Gast wearing made him think of Christmas. “Maybe I should get you a buddy. An itsy bitsy friend?”

He remembers the tablet being pushed into his face so he could stare at a Facebook page. The kid barely looked out of high school, standing in his board shorts and tank top, his brown hair being picked up by a breeze. He had a wide innocent smile as showed off a farmer’s tan. The photo was posted by Peter Parker, with a caption 'this boi thirsty! For lemonade it’s hooooott’ followed by a confusing jumble of emojis.

Loki had felt his stomach twist and an emotion akin to jealousy and guilt with a twinge of nostalgia settle there. But he was good. Perfect. So he had said as brightly as possible, “He’s cute!”

“I knew you would like him!” Grandmaster had cooed, as though he had picked out a puppy. He had kissed Loki so sweetly, again he almost forget everything. Even Thor’s eye still on the bedside counter.

Loki was slightly drunk when the police finally came to arrest the Grandmaster. They had been expected, but late. To the mobster’s delight he had made quite a scene. They had been at a restaurant, watching Peter, Loki still stalling the inevitable when they had came, led by Bruce Banner. He had tried to scratch the cuffs away and nearly punched Bruce’s face. To the man’s credit, he had been very gentle and guided him back to his seat before continuing. Gast naturally was home the next day, already gloating.

This time the DA did not push for a gag order. They seemed rather unconcerned with what the Grandmaster said or did. And he took full advantage of that fact.

“We’re still mourning our Thor and they do this! After his family would not come to the funeral!”

“Awful,” the interviewer said, shaking her head sympathetically. “Loki, do you have anything to add.”

“Why are they doing this to us? Haven’t…haven’t we lost enough?” He broke down with each word. They didn’t cut away as he choked and sobbed. It made for good television, he supposed.

When they DA announced they had a secret witness, there was a large meeeting in the penthouse about who it was. No one suspected Loki; he rarely left the apartment anymore, and if he could get away with it he stayed mostly in the bedroom. Besides, the secret witness was apparently in protective custody. Anyone who was late or didn’t attend the meeting immediately fell under suspicion and fingers were pointed even at those who showed up early. It was utter chaos. Gast loved it. Loki slipped away to the bedroom with a bottle of wine.

The day of the opening of the trial, Loki was woken up and made to put on the clothes he had worn at the funeral. They were a little too big on him now, he had lost some weight since then, but he still looked impressive. His eyes were bloodshot from all the drinking and drugs, so they gave him a pair of sunglasses.

“Can you even walk a straight line,” Gast asked him mockingly. He could, but his hands shook. They gave him a flask for his pocket and a packet of cigarettes. He didn’t have a wallet or cellphone anymore. He hadn’t since Thor died. All the money under his and his husband’s old mattress had been taken and redistributed to the penthouse crew, except for a hundred dollars which Loki had used for his last solo trip in the city to pick up Thor’s ashes.

The courthouse was packed with the press and the public when they arrived. Gast waved good-humoredly at them as they entered. He made a big production of helping Loki to his seat, kissing and fawning over him. He let the sunglasses dip for a moment so people could see his eyes. Naturally, the press would assume it was because of tears not alcohol. Topaz settled in next to him, a more 'comforting’ figure than Mario.

Stark and Romanov entered, ignoring the press as they went to their table. They spoke in low voices and passed a cellphone and a tablet back and forth between them. Loki didn’t pay attention, keeping his eyes forward on Gast and trying to memorize the New York seal on the judge’s bench.

“All rise!” called the bailiff. The courthouse stood as a small heavily whiskered man soon and settled himself in the high bench. “The Honorable Patel preceding.”

“Sit down,” the judge said, fiddling with papers on his desk as the courthouse sat. “I will hear opening statements. Mr. Stark?”

The ADA stood and spoke very succinctly. They had evidence of weapon trafficking as well as drug trafficking. They also had evidence of sexual and physical assault, and conspiracy to attempt murder. Gast, he explained rather dryly, was a danger to the city and society and had manipulated his way out of justice before. “Hopefully, he won’t this time. With your help,” he concluded, thanking the jury.

Gast’s lawyer stood as soon as Stark sat and began to dramatically recount the last year: the DA’s first attempt to sully the Grandmaster by manipulating his lover, Loki which resulted in Loki’s suicide attempt. The brunette shifted uncomfortably in his seat at being part of this, but he made no move to shield himself from view. Then, he spoke about losing Thor to thugs collecting a gambling debt. Bile rose in his throat at that, but he pushed it down. He was good. Perfect.

“And now, DA is dragging this man and his loved ones back into court not four months after burying his beloved as some sick way to get votes. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have the poor to end this! Listen to the weakness of this case, and then find En Dwi Gast not guilty!” A few people in the gallery clapped, causing the judge to bang his gavel a few times.

“Stark, are you ready to proceed with your secret witness?”

“Already? Blowing your load a little early, aren’t you?” Gast quipped. The gallery laughed. The gavel fell.

“This is not an open mic night. Please refrain from comments. Mr. Stark?”

Tony nodded, dialled a number on his phone and said a few words. A side door opened. The room gasped.

Loki didn’t look at first. He was good. Perfect. But finally when Gast gasped as well, he swiveled his head robotically around. He let out a cry.

Thor stood, supporting himself on a cane and Valkyrie’s arm. He had an eye patch his left eye and his hair had gotten a little longer than the Grandmaster ever let it grow. Every step he made to the witness box was slow and pained, but he barely seemed to care. His one eye found the defense side of the room and he glared with venom at the older man.

Loki’s limbs moved on their own. He stood, knocking over Topaz. By the time the woman had recovered, he had walked out of the gallery. Gast was calling to him, using all the sweet nicknames he had. It made not an ounce of difference. The judge was saying something and the bailiff tried to intercept him but Val had waved him off as Stark shouted to be heard.

He was standing in front of Thor, the sun streaming over them from the high windows. Thor’s expression had softened as he had gotten closer. He was crying now, reaching out to him, stroking his face tenderly like he had the last time they had seen one another. Loki took the hand before launching into his arms, nearly knocking him to the ground.

The brothers held one another for several moments, the courtroom holding their breath as they spoke in hushed and hurried voices. Finally, the younger let go, turning to Stark. He spoke in a watery voice slightly hoarse from months of crying, drinking, and disuse.

“Can I be added to the witness list, too?”

[skammovistarplus]

Marlène Mourreau shows off her son, an actor

[Notes for people who aren’t conversant with Spanish celebs. Marlène Mourreau is a French TV host, vedette and burlesque artist who’s made her career in Spain. Professionally, she puts on a dumb blonde persona. Gabriel’s father is Cuban dancer and choreographer Michel Guevara, who currently lives in Brussels. They are divorced. Gabriel is an only child and has featured on many magazine spreads about his mother throughout the years. In Spain, mass media can’t publish pictures of underage people, such as pap pics. Exceptions are the Royal Family, children who have gone missing, or children who are famous in their own right (because they are actors, models, etc). As a result of this law, this is the first time Gabriel has been on a magazine spread without his face being blurred, lol.]

She looks at him while they pose for our camera at their Madrid home. Shortly after, they burst laughing. “Mom, you’re making me uncomfortable!” says Gabriel, sounding very much like a teenager. “Shush, I’ve been doing this for thirty years,” Marlène replies. The famous Frenchwoman brings out her vedette side, but the truth is that for this interview she’s just a mother and her ‘baby’ just turned 18, a beautiful moment they share with SEMANA magazine.

Gabriel is a Baccalaureate first year and is in the Social Sciences track. He’s also taking his first steps as an actor on the show Skam España (Movistar+). He says that being of age is only a little imposing: “It’s good, you get a bit more freedom.”

In your case, being an actor might be a genetic thing, right?

I think so. I’ve loved show business since I was little, more on my father’s side, because my mother’s side was all feathers and sequins. But I came along to my father’s rehearsals, I looked at him and I’d be fascinated. Then I liked acting even more and I said, “Mom, I want to be an actor.” She replied, “Get back to studying.” So that’s what I did.

What was your debut on the show like?

At first I was really nervous, but then when you get to know the cast and the directors, you become more confident and everything flows.

Is your character Cristian anything like you?

He’s a playboy, but he’s not the same as me. He doesn’t care what people think, he goes all in, he’s very self-confident. He likes partying a lot. I do my own thing, I’m more chill.

Do fans ‘assault’ you now that you’ve started to become famous?

There’s been a small change, because nobody used to recognize me or I was “Marlène’s son.” Now I’m Cristian from Skam. Although all told, I’ve only [signed two autographs]! (laughs) My mom was huge in her time and she handled it really well. I don’t think I’ll ever reach that sort of success, because she’s really high up there for me.

What is she like as a mom?

She’s very mom-like, very protective. She’ll make me put on five coats before I can leave the house, if I’m out partying she asks me to text her my location so she can pick me up… But she’s also very flexible. She’s a friend, but with a lot of boundaries. We’re a really good team. I tell my mom everything, I trust her a lot and we have a lot of fun together.

Does she give you advice?

Organization. But that didn’t work so well for me. She’s also told me not to trust people, to pay attention. She’s always been really smart in that aspect and has been really careful.

Do you mind that she’s a sexy mom?

My mother has her own style and she doesn’t care what people think of her and that’s very positive, but sometimes, dang! Once she picked me up from school with an ankle-length, rabbit fur coat… I had just finished football training and my teammates told me, “Look, a panda!” My mother has always been above all the other mothers, so to speak. As a kid it would affect me, but then it didn’t. Yeah, my mom is hot, so what? Now my friends don’t dare tell me anything. Have some respect.

What do you value about her?

She’s very clear-headed. She’s very organized, she has everything under control. My mother plays a dumb blonde role, but she’s actually really, really smart. She trips me up.

Who do you look like more, your father or your mother?

Physically I look a little like both. The upper half is my dad’s and my smile is my mom’s. Attitude-wise, I’m a joker; my Cuban side jumps out. But for things that really interest me I prepare thoroughly, like my mother.

What is your relationship with your father, who lives in Brussels, like?

Although he lives abroad, he’s very present and attentive of everything. He’s very strict, as a kid I was afraid of him, but he’s always supported me and given me good advice. He calls and texts me… The biggest birthday present would be that he could come to my birthday party. I want to throw a huge party with friends and family, at a club, all of us looking elegant. When my parents meet up it’s the best. They tease each other, but affectionately, and it makes me laugh.

Are you worried that you might be seen as “the son of”?

No, people don’t care about that. I prefer to focus on my projects, to be famous for something I did. To do that you have to be talented and to put in an effort, but I’m strong because I like it and I feel I can do it.

[Translation note: the spread now focuses on Marlène. I translated the bits of the interview that pertained to Gabriel. Feel free to skip this part.]

Marlène listens to him and can’t conceal her pride, but it’s obvious she’s guided him with a firm hand. She says she’s been a “single mom” (she separated from his father, Michel Guevara, when the boy was only three) and now, “I’m trying to process that he’s going to be a man. I like that he has a clear goal.”

What did you think when he said he wanted to be an actor?

At first I didn’t like the idea, but I knew that his personality wasn’t staid. He’s very social, a goofball, he likes clowning around, he’s witty… On [Skam España] I have been surprised by his voice, his acting and how much of a natural he is. I see him more as a film actor rather than TV and I see a future for him abroad.

As a mom, you are…

I’m very protective, a nag, I’m always hovering over him. I’m afraid of him going out, not because of him but because of the others, because I know he’s a good boy. I tell him that he’s got to be different, stand out, have his own personality, live for himself. I hope he listens to me.

Are you ready for your son to leave the nest?

In fact, I would’ve liked it if he were more independent, like I was. I moved out when I was 17. But he prefers being with mom. The problem is that he’s comfortable. Since he’s an only child and I’m single, we are a power couple. He doesn’t have his dad here and I don’t have a man in my life besides him. But I’d like it if he did like I did. Out in the ‘jungle’ you learn more than in an apartment with everything at your disposal. Show business is a real jungle and there are a lot of snakes…

[Captions: Marlène and her son, Gabriel, host us in their home in Madrid. They moved there this past September and they’re renovating it. It is here that they showed their great rapport.

Gabriel describes himself as a “nice [person], a joker, I like being the class clown…”

The youth, at his study and entertainment nook in his room. As well as an actor, he also would like to be a TV host

He is Cristian on the teen show Skam España. The Norwegian show Skam is a worldwide phenomenon, so much so that it has its own Spanish remake. Focusing on the lives of a teen gang, the cast includes Gabriel, who plays Cristian. It’s his first job on camera, but he’s more at ease every day. The show airs on Movistar+ and has been renewed for a second season.

Gabriel is starting to do modeling work as well, although he hasn’t put aside the books. Marlène is very firm about that.]  

[uriurijihoonie]

🎢 rollercoaster + kwon soonyoung (idol!au, variety show!au)

word count: 1,544 A/N:  We Got Married was the variety show that I could think of that will suit this better and it was my favorite show to watch before (even if all it does for me is to leave me heartbroken 😂) this will be lengthy and forgive me if I made any mistakes! I watched WGM abruptly 3-4 years ago so please bare with me~

MC03: Ah! Now we’re going to focus on the two youngest couples of our show, Hoshi and Y/N!

MC02: These two never fail to make me squeal with how cute and compatible they are to each other! MC01 & MC03: Ah, we agree with you on that.

(Cue you and Hoshi, arms linked while walking towards an amusement park entrance)

MC02: Oh, are they going on a date? MC01: Where could they be heading to?

-- 10:30 AM

Amusement Park

Upon reaching the entrance of the amusement park you've been dying to go to, the smile on your face immediately lifted up, letting out an excited scream, "It's so great to be back here! I still haven't rode all the rides here yet and I heard they built new attractions."

"It really looks like it. How long since you went to the amusement park, Y/N?" You looked beside you and saw Hoshi, or Soonyoung, as he preferred being called by his real name to avoid awkwardness on your first few weeks, smile at you as you returned it with the same bright smile.

"Roughly seven or eight years ago? Since I started training, I didn't have the time to go." A small, barely noticeable sad smile made its way to your face, but Soonyoung immediately took note of it.

"Well," he paused, holding your hand that was holding his elbow. "Let's make the most out of today, Y/N!" Soonyoung grinned as he gently dragged you towards the entrance of the park.

The both of you revelled inside the amusement park as if you're two little children going inside for the first time.

"Where do you like to go first?" Soonyoung turned to ask you, but saw you were fascinated by the souvenir shops as you turned towards him.

"Should we get matching tees, Oppa?" With your cuteness on display, Soonyoung just shook his head with a laugh as you entered the shop, making your way towards where the shirts were.

Browsing through the clothesline, you found one that matches the both of you. "Oppa, what do you think of-- YA!"

You burst into a laughing fit when you saw Soonyoung do silly, hamster-like gestures as he wore a headband with hamster ears on it. "It suits you, Oppa!"

After deciding your final choice of matching shirts, you changed out of your usual clothes to the matching ones, hands holding each other as you laughed.

MC02: Ah, they're so cute~ MC01: They really look like newlyweds~

"Which ride do you want to go first?" Soonyoung asked you once again as he saw you grin and pointed towards his back.

"That one, Oppa!"

MC03: Is Y/N serious? MC01: Y/N's such an adventurous type of girl, choosing the highlight ride of all (laughs)

- Interview Hoshi: I didn't expect Y/N to choose the rollercoaster as the first ride she wanted to go to (sighs and shakes his head, but eventually laughs)

Y/N: I've always wanted to do something adventurous and I like to challenge myself (smiles). I have never rode the rollercoaster before since I was very young back then, and here's my chance (flashes a grin) -

"Are you sure about this, Y/N?" Soonyoung asked you as you were strapping the cameras on your wrists as the staff prepares the cameras on the rollercoaster.

"I am! I'm seriously looking forward to this!" you grinned at him. Although you're nervous on the inside, the excitement overcome it. "Are you fine with this, Soonyoung-oppa?"

"O-Of course I-I am!" Soonyoung immediately replied as he gulped nervously.

MC03: (laughs hardly) look at Hoshi stuttering! MC01: He must not like riding rollercoasters but for Y/N... ( everyone cooed) MC02: But look at Y/N, she's really hyped to ride it!

After the staff from the amusement park secured your seatbelts, the ride roared to life, slowly making its way towards its track.

You let out an excited scream but didn't fail to notice how Soonyoung's hand grabbed yours, holding it tight. "Oppa?"

"I..." Soonyoung sighed, "I'm actually nervous riding rollercoasters, Y/N. To be honest, it's my first time." Your mouth went agape at his confession, immediately feeling bad and guilty.

"You should've told me you don't like rollercoasters, Oppa." You slightly frowned, worry visible in your features.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm actually happy," Soonyoung paused, "I'm actually happy I get to experience my first time here with you."

( everyone at the studio cooed)

Before you could react, the ride reached its turning point on the peak, making you lean onto each other in surprise. "It's okay, Oppa." You chuckled, holding his hand tight.

"Just, just tell me if we--" Soonyoung came to a halt as the ride swiftly went down. Screams and cheers filled the ride as you go up and down.

While you were enjoying the rollercoaster, your husband beside you was quiet. Looking onto him, he was leaning on his seat due to the force with his mouth and eyes shut.

"It's okay, Oppa!" You slightly shouted so Soonyoung can hear you, as you reached your left hand towards his face and made him lean on your shoulder. "I got you here, okay?"

MC02: SOMEONE STOP THEM THEY'RE TOO CUTE ( arms hitting the arm rest) MC03: Look at how she takes care of her husband~ MC01: Y/N is such a sweet and caring girl; Hoshi's really lucky to be his wife~

You felt him ease on your shoulders as you heard him shout, "Aish! I really can't raise my hands to record, I'm sorry!", but muffled by the way his face is leaning onto you.

You raised your right hand where the camera was and took a shot for the both of you, laughing in front of it as your ride go through continuous highs and lows. "My husband here is so cute, right?"

"No!" Soonyoung whined which made you laugh and pat his cheeks with your hand supporting his face.

After a few ups, downs and sharp turns here and there, with constant pleading from Soonyoung to look but refusing to, the ride reached its end.

You were still hyped and giddy when you looked at your exhausted and spaced out husband beside you, his eyes staring at nowhere, looking like he just went out for a battle.

You were both assisted by the staff to get off the ride as you immediately went to Soonyoung. "Soonyoung-oppa? Are you okay?" You chuckled as you gently cupped his cheeks, moving his hair away from his forehead. "Aigoo, my poor Oppa~" you cooed, reaching out to your short's pockets for a handkerchief, dabbing it gently towards his face.

You went to sit on a bench nearby, giving him a bottled water as he drank. "You really should've told me you can't ride rollercoasters that well, Oppa."

Soonyoung pinched your nose and cheeks as he smiled at you. "As if I can let you ride those by yourself, right?"

MC01: Hoshi's so considerate~ ( everyone cooing at the studio) MC03: They really look out for each other that well, it's too adorable!

Interview Hoshi: ( laughs a bit exaggeratedly) I'm sorry-- wait. ( calms himself down before speaking) To be honest, I'm not scared of rollercoasters ( smiles)

Caption:  Oh? What does that mean?

Hoshi: It's true I'm a bit nervous but that's all, I'm not scared, I'm just, not really good at riding it and yet.. (paused and smiles fondly) the way Y/N looked out and took care of me during and after the ride made me warm and moved. It's just, (smiles giddily) Y/N is really a sweet and caring girl, someone who can assure you and you can also lean on. I didn't mean for her to be worried like that so Y/N-ie, (coos out your name) I'm sorry for making you worry that much~ Oppa is so thankful to have you as his wife~ (shyly giggles)

Y/N: (covers face due to being flustered watching the interview) Ahhh, Soonyoung-oppa... ( laughs in embarrassment) I'm just happy that Oppa can also see me as someone you can lean on. Usually, he leads and guides me everytime, and hearing that coming from him... (smiles shyly) I'm truly grateful. So Oppa, (coos out your name), you can trust me to look after you, okay? I'm also thankful that you are my husband~ (shyly giggles)

The both of you decided to walk through the park, looking out for the next ride to go to while holding hands. Soonyoung was looking out for the production crew and staff, and seeing that none of the cameras were focused on them as they look like they're resting, he turned to you.

"Y/N-ie." You looked at him with curious eyes, humming as an indication you were listening to him.

Taking one more look at the surroundings, Soonyoung pulled you close to him as you felt his lips brush on your forehead. "Thank you for looking out for me back there."

With Soonyoung grinning at you, you felt grounded on the ground, contemplating on what happened but again, before our could react, Soonyoung draped his arm around your shoulder, holding your other hand as he led you somewhere.

'Was that only for show?' were your thoughts but when you felt his hands on yours getting tight yet gentle, your heart says otherwise.

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