#and we all marched together and sang together

[itsza]

went to my first pride parade today.

[kittykat-25]

Family - A Lee Know One Shot

Pairings: Lee Minho x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort- established relationship, just SKZ being the best boys and protective Lee Know.

Synopsis: While Lee Know is gone for the Gucci shoot, you help SKZ practice for the VMA’s. All fun and games until you get hurt.

A/N: I wrote this today at work and it’s barely proof read so apologies on that part my lovelies🥰

“Have fun my Gucci prince.” You sang into the phone, your boyfriend huffed, “please don’t start that. We get enough of it from Hyunjin and Yongbokkie.” Minho groaned. You laughed as you walked into the practice room, “have fun, I love you, and I’m so proud of you Min.” You said quietly before the rest of the kids could interrupt. “Bye kitten, have fun with the boys. I love you.” He replied. You quickly ended the call and walked further into the room setting your bag down. Being a professional dancer yourself, you often came to the studio to practice with the boys, after being with Minho for two years they were used to your presence. “Noona!” Jeongin called as you walked towards them to join the stretches. “Hi boys.” You replied, ruffling Seungmins hair as you walked by, he swatted your hand away making you laugh. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” You said sitting down beside Chan. “He was late too.” Chan whispered, glancing towards the moping puppy. “Ooooooh Seungminnie.” You exclaimed. Getting a glare from Seungmin, you started stretching and quietly talking to Chan about the performance they have at the VMAs.

The boys were diving into their S-Class dance break, you holding Minhos spot. “Innie, you got this.” Chan called as the youngest got used to the new lift that was added in. “I know it’s just high.” He said sheepishly. Seeing the younger boy look so concerned, you volunteered, “innie do you want me to do it first so you see how it looks?” He eyes turned towards you, “noona you don’t have too.” You shook your head, “I don’t mind if it’ll give you peace about it.” He smiled at you and moved so you were in his place with the dancers. You worked through the movements and when it was time for the lift you let the dancer pull you up. One second you are being lifted and the next you hear a huff and the floor starts getting closer. You panic and throw your arms down to catch yourself, landing painfully on your wrist, catching yourself but not before your head hits the ground as well.

The rest of the members couldn’t move fast enough to catch you, all scrambling towards you as you cry out on impact. “Shit y/n. Are you alright?” Chan says and he kneels down beside you, you’re holding your arm against yourself and can feel something sticky running down your head. You slowly roll over onto your back, the air knocked out of you from the fall, “fuck” Chan curses under his breath, seeing your head split from the fall. “Noona I’m so sorry.” Jeongin cries from your other side. “Chan she needs to go to the medic.” Felix calls from somewhere behind you. Everything is swirling together, all the voices blending as your vision starts to go black. “No no y/n keep your eyes open.” Chan says gently. Pushing your hairs back from the cut. “Hyun, go get the medic.” Hyunjin sprints out of the room, “her wrist.” Han croaks from one side of you, you can feel his hand shaking on your leg. You were still clutching your wrist to your body, just then hyunjin and the medic come barreling back into the room. He kneels down beside you, IN and Han moving out of the way. Changbin grabbing Han’s sleeve as he started marching over to the back up dancers. “It’s their fault.” He said harshly, Changbin shook his head, “it was an accident. Leave them alone.” He whispered. Han threw a glare at the dancers then turned his eyes back towards you. Out of all of them you and Han were the closest, you treated him like a younger brother, loved him as much. “She’s gonna need stitches.” The medic quietly told Chan, who nodded. Han gripped your hand as Chan picked you up and followed the medic out of the room. The rest of the guys gathered their things, grabbing yours and trailing behind.

Sitting in the ER, Han holding your hand as they stitched up your head, “the wrist isn’t broken, just a bad sprain. You’ll have to wear the brace for now. We’ll reexamine it in a few weeks.” The doctor told you before walking out of the room. “Ji, has anyone call Min?” Hans face paled, the thought of calling his Hyung and telling him you were hurt- that was not a job he wanted. “I’ll ask Channie Hyung.” He said as he pushed past the curtain to the other boys. “How is she?” Changbin asked, “sprained wrist, they are stitching up her head now, slight concussion. She seems okay.” Han answered before turning towards their leader, “Someone, not me but someone needs to call Minho and let him know.” He added quickly before darting back into the closed area with you.

Chan blew out a breath before grabbing his phone and walking outside. “Hyung how’s practice going? Did Innie get the lift, I know he was stressed about it-“ Minho said as soon as the call connected. “Minho.” Chan said, cutting the younger boy off. Minho got quiet, “there was an accident at practice.” He started, “oh god did they flood something again?” Minho said chuckling, “it’s y/n.” Chan said, the other line went silent. “Min-“ Chan started, “what happened?” Minho ground out. “She was helping Innie with the lift and she…uh…fell, she’s alright-“ “did she fall or was she dropped? Because you saying fall doesn’t seem accurate for y/n.” Minho snapped back. Chan could tell he was more worried than angry. But taking it out on Chan all the same. “She’s alright, just calm down.” “don’t tell me to calm down when my girlfriend is hurt Chan.” Minho roared back at him. “We’re taking her back to the dorm, just let us know when you get home. And calm down before you do. She doesn’t need your attitude as well.” Chan stated before hanging up the phone.

The boys had gotten you back to the dorms, and you were currently snuggled into Minhos bed, savoring the smell of him; wishing he was there to hold you. Han sat down beside you on the bed, reaching for your hand not in the brace. “Are you sure it’s safe for you to sleep? You have a concussion.” He asked quietly. You chuckled, “I’m alright Ji.” You looked towards the door where the rest of the boys were standing. “How about a movie?” You suggested, and smiled when they all moved into the room. Getting comfy on the ground around the bed. “Do you need anything noona?” Felix asked from in front of the bed, “I’m alright Yongbokkie.” He gave you a smile and turned back around. Han turned on Howls Moving Castle and propped up a pillow for you to get comfortable on. Chan turned off the lights and you let the movie take over your mind.

Minho opened the door to the dorm and was greeted with darkness. Some light came from under his door, and the soft music of a movie flowed out. Chan stepped out of the kitchen and made eye contact. “Hyung, I’m so sorry.” Minho said feeling awful about snapping at his leader. “It’s alright, she’s in here. I was just grabbing her some water.” He responded walking towards minhos bedroom, “where is everyone?” He asked Chan, who chuckled, “where do you think?” With that he opened the door and Minhos heart swelled, you were curled up asleep, hidden under the covers with Han beside you, and the rest of the boys scattered around the floor, surrounding you, guarding you even in their sleep. Chan nudged Changbin waking him up, they quietly started moving all the boys out of the room as Minho made his way over to you. IN stopped and turned towards his hyung, “I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. I’m sorry hyung.” He said softly. “I know innie-ah it’s not your fault. It was an accident.” He said back to the younger boy patting him on the back. And he got closer to the bed he noticed Han was awake and just staring at you/n sleep. “Bit creepy don’t you think?” He said startling the boy. “The doctors said she could sleep with a concussion but the internet said it was dangerous. I was making sure she didn’t stop breathing.” And just when Minho thought he couldn’t love his brothers more. He looked down where Han was holding her hand, his fingers resting over her pulse point. “I’ve got her Ji, don’t worry.” Han nodded, getting up and following Chan out of the room.

Minho gently laid down beside you, trying not to rustle or wake you up. As he laid down, your eyes turned towards him, “min?” Your voice full of sleep, he smiled at you, “hi kitten.” You rolled over, your wrist in the brace coming between your bodies. He looked down at it then up to your bandaged head, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here kitten.” He said cupping your cheek, leaving tender kisses on your hairline. “How did the shoot go?” You mumbled, already falling back asleep. “I don’t remember any of it after Chan called me.” He grumbled, tucking you closer to his body. “Mhm my Gucci prince.” You sighed as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, before nestling back into his arms. Minho looked down at you, a smile on his face. Happy to have you safely back in his arms. He fell asleep peacefully knowing as long as him and the boys were around you’d be fine.

[albatris]

snippet snunday

snunday snippet

tw for stabbing and blood

I wanted to make this creepier but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“The eyes are simply gorgeous!” said the Short Woman. “Just like rubies!”

“Do you think we could get eyes like those?” Ms. Red Dress asked. Her own eyes were shining. "I want to match!"

“I hope not,” the old man said gruffly. “Can you imagine going through your life like looking that? Plus, as soon as word gets out, it’d just make you a walking target for gold diggers…”

“Oh, quit worrying!” Ms. Red Dress said.

“Do you think we could—you know, see for ourselves?” the Short Woman asked, eyeing Nat like a piece of meat. She motioned to the table, Nat thought, to the cheese platter, but he had no idea why.

“Oh, yes,” said Ms. Red Dress. “I don’t see why not. Here, I’ll do it.”

“Wait,” said the old man.

But she’d already leaned past Nat and taken the cheese knife from the platter. Nat got no more warning than that; she snatched his hand and stabbed the knife straight through the palm. Tendons split and parted. Blood splattered onto the gleaming white table cloth. Agony came next. Nat stumbled back, hissing and flashing his teeth, throbbing pain reverberating through his hand. He clutched at the knife where it wedged into him and blood bubbled through his fingers. What the fuck?

Ms. Red Dress didn’t bat an eyelid. Just stood there grinning, her lips drawn back and her perfect white teeth bared. No. Not grinning. Snarling at him. A threat. Claws arched out from Nat’s fingertips and his entire body sang with the urge to remove her neck from the rest of her, to rip her open, retaliate, protect himself—

He didn’t. He swayed, dizzy, every hair on end. Ms. Red Dress stared at him he stared at her and no answers came. Conversation chirped on around him. A waiter fluttered by with more drinks. Nat looked frantically around the rest of the room, searching for explanations, for acknowledgement, for anything, but none of the nearby humans had spared him even a glance. Next to him, a man bustled over to the table and grabbed himself some prawns and a napkin, reaching right over the red patch of tablecloth.

Excuse me, Nat wanted to say. I've just been stabbed.

He didn't know what else to do, so he gripped the knife and slid it out. He wiped it on the tablecloth and he tucked it into his pocket. The tablecloth had already been bloody and that couldn't be helped, but the last thing this party needed was people cutting cheese with the Garble.

“Oh, look, it’s doing it!” the Short Woman gasped out.

They were all looking at his hand, so Nat looked at his hand, too. It seemed the right thing to do. The skin was knitting back together, the wound sealing itself closed.

“I want to try,” the Short Woman said delightedly, shoving her way forward. “Where’s the knife? I want to cut one of its fingers off!”

“Are you crazy?” the old man said at last. “Did you see those fangs? It might be dangerous!”

“Oh, please,” said Ms. Red Dress. “March wouldn’t just have one of them wandering around the party if it were dangerous.”

“It's here to provide demonstrations,” the Short Woman agreed. “It’s probably been drugged to keep it subdued.”

[jmdbjk]

Smeraldo Garden Marching Band

Is it pronounced Smeh-rall-doe or Smar-all-doe? Or even Smarl-doe?

Ngl, soon as I saw kids in the MV I knew there would be no sexy in it... (me is a thirsty ho after all)... but Jiminie can't help being Jiminie in all his glory anyway.

My very first impression was that it was NOT what I was expecting but when is it ever? Never. So now that I'm past that....

There's not enough skin, Jimin (slaps down my inner thirsty ho...go away, its not time).

Jimin is singing live in the MV which is 3:46, the song itself is 3 minutes. He had a point to make and he made it clearly with a live vocal performance MV.

This song is very light, fun, romantic, flowers, butterflies, and Jimin playing Mr. Matchmaker... which I found interesting... after he sang the lyrics:

As I write this, the SGMB MV is trending at #11 on Youtube for music.

And there's this:

Yes, you read that right... 2.38 MILLION posts.

And this... the energy is energy-ing.

And this:

And this new selca:

I wonder what went down in the barracks when the song and mv dropped. I just wonder what element JK latched on to and is endlessly repeating it every spare moment while waiting for the vat of tteokbokki to simmer.

I saw the ratings review for it produced an "ineligible" result. There's nothing that seems like it would keep it from being shown anywhere, its so squeaky clean. Not sure what happened for the ratings to fail.

I love this reference to Jimin's Serendipity stage:

He had said last year that when he was making the songs for Face, he had some difficulty dredging up the feelings he had that inspired some of those songs. He also said he was past all of that depressing stuff. And now we know he was working on this song and Closer Than This, amongst others, while simultaneously working on Face.

His outlook was positive and he was moving forward. What else happened last year? He and Jungkook were able to spend some time creating something together (that we've yet to see) before enlisting together. Something fun they said! I can't wait! They were so happy. They see their freedom at the end of the tunnel. I see it too.

Anyway, I love his happiness in the music he's creating. That's all that matters to me.

The all kills are happening, the #1's are happening, the dance challenges are dropping, the media is talking, trends are trending, let's keep it up for Jimin!

[520cafe]

sour grapes. secret love song

“thank you star rail academy!”

serval’s distinctive and booming voice was enough to send the crowd roaring into cheers and praises of excitement, including you. blade playfully shook his head at you but, he was content with seeing you in such a beaming state.

“for this next song, it’s a little different from our usual songs.” serval continued speaking into the microphone, building up anticipation as she introduced the next song “it’s one that is melancholic, heartbreaking and tearful but, it is also full of hope and romance! us, mechanical fever, worked especially hard on this one so enjoy this song as much to your heart’s content!”

that’s strange, very strange. mechanical fever were famously known for their hype, loud and rebellious-themed songs that had their own unique colour to them, so this sudden break from the usual tone of song was quite strange.

though, it was exciting but also nerving to find out what exactly serval meant when this next song has underlying themes of romance to them. you wondered what exactly prompted mechanical to write a song like this, was it perhaps from personal experience? or maybe something more? something that they witnessed themselves?

the song begins with a soft guitar melody played by serval which was able to immerse the crowd into this melancholic feeling, including you. you couldn’t help but to glance at blade in this moment, he looked relaxed as he stared the stage which made you feel relieved.

before you know it, serval’s vocals were now filling the stage. again, that same strange feeling was beginning to swell deeper inside your heart.

the drеams that we have wished for together are lighting the sky.

for some reason, those lyrics sounded way too familiar for your liking and it almost resonated with you; this should only be just another generic love song. so why is it that you are associating every lyric with dan heng?

he was the one that hurt you, he was the one that broke up with you and he was the one who left you in shambles. and here you are, thinking about him as the song continued. thinking back to how he has treated you recently these past couple of weeks only has your heart pounding as if it’ll explode at any second.

someday, our night will all pass.

while listening to this with a heavy heart, you once again looked at blade for his reaction. however, you were only surprised once more when you caught him staring at you.

even when you did catch him, he seemed to not care. if anything, this only caused him to admire you even further as if you would disappear from his sight if he removed his eyes from you for even a split second.

even if the road is long, let’s continue to hold our hands tight together.

you couldn’t help it, your mind was just filled with fairy-tale images of you and dan heng together that were visually recreating the lyrics. buried deep down in the depths of your mind was a shunned feeling of yearning, your short-term relationship with dan heng was only temporary yet felt magical.

if you were thinking about dan heng as mechanical fever sang this song, what was blade thinking about when he has that gentle look on his face?

someday when we look at each other, we will put on a smile. so, let’s wait for that day.

that’s it, you couldn’t fight back this feeling anymore: your mind, thoughts and heart were all full of dan heng and dan heng only.

“[name].”

your thoughts were interrupted by blade’s deep, monotonous yet warm voice. even when you turned around to face him, that same look of tenderness hasn’t left his face whatsoever. yet, in your eyes, all you saw in that moment was dan heng.

everything reminded you of dan heng.

“blade.. what are you thinking about?”

“… i’m thinking about you.”

🍇 SOUR GRAPES 〈 24 secret love song

━━ MASTERLIST. ╱ PREV. ╱ NEXT.

╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► [ a/n ] : just smile and wave y’all. the lyrics i used was actually from SOMEDAY by IZ*ONE (i highly recommend listening to it btw, especially while reading this hehe) hope you all have a good day/night/evening and enjoy this chapter <3

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[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

March 28th

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1. Hi... Is there any wangxian fic in the potter world that you can recommend? I'm open to any fic, tags, dynamics etc.

Thanks in advance for answering my question. ☺️💕

are you asking for fics where characters make clay things or a Harry Potter fusion/crossover?

love potion no. 9 by ria_green (G, 2k, WangXian, Hogwarts, Oblivious WWX, Fluff and Humor, Amortentia, Patronus, Love Confessions, Fusion, POV Outsider, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions)

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2. hi do u hv outsider pov fics for wangxian like pls recommend all the ones u hv ty

the world is but a stage for the two of us by MandMandM (Not Rated, 10k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Shameless WangXian)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 46k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death)

he sang about the stars by nenyanaryavilya (M, 29k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, Brotherhood, Growing Up Together, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death)

Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, wangxian, modern, Guest-starring the belated but incendiary sexual awakening of LWJ, 3rd person pov, SS is hyperfixated on LWJ, LWJ does his best to pretend SS doesn't exist, WWX isn't even pretending he really doesn't notice SS exists, MM exists and is awesome, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

rerun from the outside by Eicas (T, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Crack, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, JC POV)

🔒 born under unlucky stars by RoseThorne (M, 1k, JZX & MXY, JZX & QS, WN & WQ, WWX & WQ, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Ghosts, Souls, Implied/Referenced Sex, Brotherly Love, Anger, Spells & Enchantments, MXY Deserves Better, Revenge, POV MXY)

love - all by vastlyunknown (M, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, Tennis AU, Time jumps)

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3. Fo you have ploty fics? Fics where the romance or relationship part isn't much in the front just a background thing in the story. I'm looking for fics where plot is given more priority. No modern au please.

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 258k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, WIP, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives AU, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX's Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings) Wei Ying & Lan Zhan's relationship develops as the story goes on (it hasn't been a huge focus yet) but it's plot-driven with case studies.

Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (T, 83k, wangxian, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo)

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4. Fo you have any fics where wwx has a personality like he has in twelve moons and a fortnight by Stiltonbasket ? People love making wwx shameless in their fics , but they make him shameless by today's time standards, which is pretty annoying and actually qi divination inducing, but in the novel wwx was shameless by the then time standards.

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5. hi an itmf request for fics similar to stolen fruit is the sweetest by mondengel. thank you so much for your hard work 🫡

A Baby Dragon’s Guide To Seducing Your Huli Jing by sweetlolixo (M, 102k, wangxian, fantasy au, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, younger LWJ, older WWX, fluff, humor, happy ending) Im not sure what theyre looking for in terms of similar but heres a few w a shameless Lan Zhan

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not rated, 12k, wangxian, modern, rule 63, fluff & humor, mild smut, childhood friends, first meetings, evil vending machines)

a quest (for kisses) by kyoongs (G, 4k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Fluff, Humor, WWX being shameless WWX we love it, a little angst in the middle but squint and it's fluff again, kisses!! lots of kisses!!, wangxian are MARRIED and they have a SON)

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6. fic recs on wwx getting his old body back? thank uu

Wei Wuxian keeps / gets his OG body 

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7. favourite bottom wwx fics? thanks ❤️

Closer than my hands have been by Spodumene (E, 5k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, consensual non-con, hair-pulling, face-fucking, bondage, spanking, cock slapping, jealousy, top drop)

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8. Hey there! I was wondering if you had recs for fics similar to Harmony between a qin and se by Alaceron. Ta!

Hey! I was #8 on the March 28th ITMF. The recs were wonderful! To clarify since you asked, I was looking for anything in with similar flavour, I did not think historical au, het wangxian, or non cultivation au were the core themes 🤦‍♂️

I was going by the feel of it, which is a tricky way to find fics. Must say you were spot on with Stilton's WIP. Thanks again!

does op mean like, historical setting with no cultivation or like.... het!wangxian? Wwx being successfully scheming? Anyways, here's a few I THINK op might like

When the Hills Are All Flat, and the Rivers Run Dry by stiltonbasket (G, 5k, WIP, WangXian, Historical, Royalty, Female WWX, Emperor LWJ, Identity Shenanigans, Parents LWJ and WWX, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Humor, Love at First Sight, Happy Ending, Female LXC, Gender Changes)

The Lost Prince by hmmmmmmmm (E, 40k, WangXian, Royalty, Historical, No Powers, Bottom LWJ, Slow Burn, Prince WWX, Oral Sex)

❤️ nightingale Series by Moominmammashandbag (M, 62k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, LQY/JC, Pseudo-History, No power AU, Empires, Discussion Of Murder, aftermath of war, prisoner exchange, Grief/Mourning, LWJ POV, Angst, Emperor JZX, Imperial Advisor LWJ, widower LWJ, JYL is the Empress the world deserves, Happy Ending, POW WWX, Reunions, Fluff, Smut, Dysfunctional Family, Poetry, BAMF LWJ, emotional support goat, poetry as a weapon, Injury Recovery, Rehabilitation, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Body Image, Self-Esteem Issues, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Childbirth)

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9. hii for itmf do you have any recs for fanfics from lan jingyi pov? could be with jingyi/jin ling but not necessarily just not with any other junior ship (smth like best friends forever by varnes)

tysm<;3 @r3n-vy

❤️ The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation, Mojo’s bookmark)

🔒 blue flies buzzing by RoseThorne (T, 2k, JL & LJY & OYZZ & LSZ, JC & WWX, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & LXC, Gossip, Rumors, Mentioned Wen Remnants, Sect Leader Yao Bashing, JC & WWX Reconciliation, NHS is a Little Shit, POV LJY, POV Third Person, Threats, Justice, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, LWJ is LSZ’s Parent, LJY Being LJY, Podfic Welcome)

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10. Hi, i've seen how you help people find fanfictions and all, i was wondering if you can help me find a good Wangxian personality swap Au, if your up to it? Thank you

there is a fic where Lan Zhan was named Wei Wuxian, and Wei Ying was named Lan Zhan, which is the closed I've seen to a personality swap. I will look for it, but if anyone knows it, pls post the link! Also, there is a body swap fic, where they took on hints of each others personality. in that Wei Ying was hornier, and Lan Zhan was more ADHD coded , I'll have to look for that one too. I decided to comment in case I don't find any of these but someone else knows

Call Me By Your Name by DizziDreams (E, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, America, University, Smut, Dubious Consent, Misunderstandings, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Edging, names have been swapped, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking) I think the first fic that was suggested for #10 (where lwj and wwx have each other's names) is the modern AU

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11. ur fav dad fics where wwx or lwj raises a-yuan? especially modern? thank uuu

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher!lwj, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)

The stuffed bunny, the beautiful nephew, and other gifts from Lan Qiren by deliciousblizzardshark (G, 8k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, Modern, Single Parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Uncle Acquisition, Found Family, Fluff)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

Single Parent Lan Wangji / Single Parent Wei Wuxian

🧡 paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Modern AU, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son's art teacher, Fatherhood)

Where’s Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 64k, WangXian, 911 Dispatcher WWX, Single dad LWJ, Kid fic, Modern AU, D&D Games, Angst with a happy ending)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, Modern AU, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks)

for you, andante by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (T, 35k, WangXian, Modern AU, Music, Musicians, Pianist LWJ, Guitarist WWX, Kid Fic Coffee Shops, Bookstores, Existential Crisis, Unrelated JGY & QS, Friendship, Romance, Light Angst, Happy Ending)

💖 The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 71k, wangxian, modern, accidental baby acquisition, slow burn, pining, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

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12. heyyy admins! what are some of your favorite wwx and junior fics?

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13. ITMF white haired wwx!!

🔒归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG (M, 7k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Aging, Aged WWX, Grief/Mourning, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Diaspora Feels (displacement), Dramatic Irony, Secret Identity, Pining, Brief Reference To Suicidal Thoughts, Hopeful Ending, [Podfic] 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by Koontyme)

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14. (ITMF) Thanks so much for all that you do! I've just finished rereading And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by glitterbombshell and I've got a hankering for more LWJ vs LXC or Lan comeuppance or even Lan bashing (I have checked that tag). I'm craving Lan angst (even LWJ as long as WWX ends up happy). Bonus if we see them suffer (vs LWJ just going nutso and killing everyone off screen). Thank you, thank you. 💕💕 @ck90

🔒💖 When has silence saved anyone? by Vrishchika (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, post-canon, LXC critical, family feels, angry LWJ & LSZ, LXC gets scolded)

this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Post-Canon, POV LXC)

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15. hiii itmf idol x fan wangxian aus preferably idol!wwx but the opposite works as well @nalalie

All My Songs I Wrote to Find You by Winxhelina (T, 8k, wangxian, Social Media, Bullying, Immortal WangXian, Scheming NHS, Musicians, Explicit Language, Kissing, Making Out) a bit of a twist as they're immortals who got separated in this one

The Ties that Bind Us by Dyapaya (G, 10k, wangxian, JC & WWX, JYL/JZX, JC/NHS, Idols AU, idol WWX, fanboy LWJ, College/University, Modern, Obsessive Behavior, Misunderstandings, Twitter Fic, Stalker)

If I Can't Have You by Leffy (E, 47k, wangxian, Modern, Actors AU, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Slow Burn, Intercrural Sex, Frottage, Masturbation, Blow Jobs)

time of fate is passing; or: The Great and Lonely Fudanshi; or: How Lan Zhan Defeated Heterosexuality and Learned to Love Again by verseau (E, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fandom Allusions & Cliches & References, Don't Take Seriously, Idol WWX, Fudanshi LWJ)

The Brightest Star In His Sky by Liebing (M, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Idol LWJ, past relationship, Break Up, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, soft, Happy Ending, Background XiYao, idol MY, WWX POV, Background ChengQing, pregnant WQ, Making Up, concert setting, Song writer WWX, LSZ is an unseen matchmaker, Jealous WWX, Hand Jobs, Kissing, Love Confessions, Dominant LWJ, Soulmates)

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16. I just read “a grave is all too weak a thing by Reverie (cl410)“ and now I’m hungry for multi-chapter fics with a similar premise. Does anybody know of anymore fics where others (this one has Jin Ling’s parents & Wen Qing) were resurrected along with WWX? (Like this one has them in their og bodies and even clothes so I guess their resurrections followed Untamed rules) And if no one can find any, please use this as a prompt. (The ficlet is in a prompts playlist anyway) @omgnectarina

a bird in your teeth by Eevee (ChaosBitch) (E, 61k, JYL/XY, wangxian, Let XY have nice things, Let JYL get some good dick, (sorry JZX I know you did your best), Past JYL/JZX, Past JYL/MM, All of the sex in this fic is consensual, But one of the participants IS a fierce corpse, JYL POV, Minor Character Death, I feel like this fic turned out surprisingly soft, but XY still does some onscreen murders, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mention of JGS's canon behavior, Mentions of XY's canon behavior, Also Wangxian is not the main pairing, but they're definitely here and stupider in love than ever, Angst, past XY/JGY, Hopeful Ending) This has XY bringing JYL back as a fierce corpse & WWX getting resurrected earlier than in canon. Not sure if it quite fits the request, but it involves someone other than WWX being resurrected, so I'm throwing it in

the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, QS & JYL, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, only the summoner sticks around, slightly dark JYL, WQ lives, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Switch Wangxian, WWX has to be resurrected & LWJ find out before they can interact, but there’s plenty of wangxian once they do, manipulative relationship) different summon followed by eventual wwx summon.

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17. Hello, I’ve never asked this blog something before but I believe this falls under the “In the Mood for a Fic” catagory?

Any fics where it shows Lan Zhan’s pov as he realizes that Wei Ying has returned (hearing him play Wangxian)? @xinilia

🔒The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide) The events of the novel from LWJ's pov

🔒 a song of joy and regret by RoseThorne (G, <1k, wangxian, longing, grief/mourning, regret, crying, devotion, resurrection, dreams, angst, LWJ pov)

🔒 Season of Resurrection by Pyrrti (G, 1k, wangxian, pre-relationship, reunions, sky children of the light fusion, multiple POV, LSZ pov, LWJ pov, WWX pov)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork on his favorite Monkees songs...

"A notion of mine that I was real pleased with took over at one point, and that was having two guys sing in unison rather than one guy doubling his own voice. So you've got Mike, who was really a hard-nosed character, and [Micky], who's a real baby face, and these two voices blended and lent each other qualities. It's not two separate voices singing together, it's really a melding of the two voices. Listening to that record later on was a joy.” - Peter Tork, When The Music Mattered (1984) “Mike played the signature lick on ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday,’ but you hear this piano at this place in the middle going, daaa daa daa da da da bah dah n dada… and I was just watching my hand going my god this hand is moving fast! I didn’t know that I could move my hand that fast!” - Peter Tork, Off The Record With Steve Escobar “My favorite hit is Pleasant Valley Sunday because of the harmonic adventure and also because it’s the one song that takes a less than perfectly bubbly attitude toward life and its issues. It’s just ever so slightly uncomfortable with life as it is, which is good.” - Peter Tork, Hartford Courant, January 15, 2006 Q: “Gotta ask, favorite Monkees song?” Peter Tork: “‘Riu Chiu.’” Q: “Hm. Because?” PT: “When you say song, I don’t know, in some ways, that’s not a Monkees song. We did ‘Riu Chiu’ in front of the cameras for a Christmas episode, and it was the four of us sitting there, singing live into the camera, and I think the vocal blend is astounding. It’s a cappella, which is just, you know — I think it’s ferocious, I think that… you can’t tell who’s singing what part, the vocal blend is so good throughout. So we’re — I’m very pleased with that.” - WDBB, February 12, 2006 “Tork is most proud of the second stage [of Monkees history], circa 1967. On ‘Headquarters,’ their third album, the group, for the first time, played almost all of the instruments. Other personal favorites from that period include ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday’ and ‘Goin’ Down,’ a one-take jam released only on the flip side of ‘Daydream Believer.’” - The Tampa Tribune, March 27, 1982 “The best Monkees music ever generated was ‘Riu Chiu,’ an a cappella song in medieval Spanish that we did on the Christmas episode. It shows up on a couple of the ‘Missing Links’ CDs. It’s an astounding piece of music. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just amazing. We sang it live to camera. I love ‘Goin’ Down,’ which we did spontaneously in the studio. I think ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday is the best single we put out. And I thought ‘Words’ was a very, very good piece of pop music. And we did it justice.” - Peter Tork, The Stuart News, March 26, 2004

[emeraldgreenbeautiesstu]

I saw the way you looked at her.

Reader x Chris Sturniolo

Warnings: swearing, meantions of alcohol, tears, etc.

Word count: 749

Alexis speaks ! : Hey yall so this is my first story! I'm still trying to get my account all set up and my master list, and tag list put together. So please please bear with me 🙏🏼 I'm hoping to get writing more regularly so please let me know how you feel about this story! Comments are encouraged and appreciated, negative or positive. Anyways enough of my yapping thanks for reading! Happy Monday! 🖤

'Maybe I'm just being dramatic, he would never.' I thought.

The couple had been at a party all night, and when Chris drank he got a bit... iffy. See Chris had this friend who was a girl, her name was Madi. Y/n had always been worried about how close they are. It had always bothered her. But tonight it got to be too much. And she was fucking done.

'Nah nah nah come on,' Rihanna sang.

The song S&M blared through the house party. It made my head pound. I was so ready to leave, I was hoping to find Chris and let him know I was no longer having fun.

"Matt!" I yelled over the music to Chris's brother, and my best friend. He looked at me. "Where's Chris!?" I shouted.

"I don't know I think I saw him hanging out with Madi!" He yelled back, not finding anything wrong with what he just said.

'Of fucking course he is.' I thought. I stormed my way over to the stairs of the house we were in, where I found Madi and Chris. Madi was flirting it up with Chris and she knew it. Her and I had always had beef, I know she wants him. She told me she wants him. And it bothered me because what if he liked her back?

'Feels so good being bad, oh oh oh oh,' the music continued.

I marched over to Chris, grabbing his wrist and attempting to pull his stumbling self away from the crowd, when Madi grabbed my wrist.

"We were having fun, leave us alone." She slurred, very obviously several drinks in. I hadn't drank at all, I was the driver tonight. I shoved her off of me, and continued my on way, a very drunk Chris in tow. Once we were in the car, I set in on him.

"What the hell were you two doing?" I turned my whole body to face Chris, he was looking right back at me.

"We were dancing and having fun, give me a fuckin break." He mumbled, looking down to his phone. One thing about Chris that I couldn't stand was when he was drunk he got grumpy. I pulled his phone out of his hands and turned it off, setting it between the seat and my thigh.

"You know it makes me uncomfortable when you hang out with Her alone. It just scares me." I confessed, feeling defeated and angry.

"Why the hell does it matter to you! I don't like her and she doesn't like me, nothing is going on between us babe!" Chris burst at me. I don't like being yelled at, I never have. When I get yelled at my walls go up, I feel like a puppy kicked too many times. I sat there, tears welling up in my eyes.

"I'm sorry I just. I saw the way you looked at her." I exhaled. Watching Chris go silent. I gave him his phone, and turned the car on. Our conversation had mostly sobered Chris.

The car ride was mostly silent except for Chris asking if we could get Taco Bell. Obviously I said yes because I love him too much to make him sad.

Once we were home, I got out of the car immediately, rushing inside and shutting myself in the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the tub with my face in my hands, and I started crying. Silent, ugly tears.

I was almost done with my blubbering when Chris knocked. "Y/n? Baby? Can we talk?" He spoke softly through the door. It had been a couple hours now. I walked out of his bathroom, tears still evident on my face. He pulled me into a hug immediately, not even giving me time to push away. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I was just having fun with my friends and didn't think about how you felt." He spat out softly.

I hummed in response, nuzzling deeper into his chest. "I'm sorry for accusing you of liking her." I said, afraid to let go of the hug.

We hadn't slept at all, just enjoyed each others company. We got home around 11 pm and it was now around 3 am. We had turned on a movie a while ago, both of us falling asleep.

"I love you Y/n y/l/n." Chris mumbled sleepily into my hair.

"I love you too Christopher Owen."

Alexis speaks ! : (sorry twice in one writing I'm just excited!) thanks for reading my first story! I will put up a post addressing my taglist soon, love yall sm!

-Taglist-

@cupidzsq

[scurvgirl]

Learning about my Rook through banter. Just a little self-indulgent writing.

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Bellara: So...you're Dalish, right?

Rook: Yep.

Bellara: But...you don't have Vallaslin.

Rook: I don't.

Bellara: Did you leave before you could get it?

Rook: No. My father isn't Dalish, and I was born in a city - I joined my mother's clan later. Didn't feel like the Vallaslin would suit me at the time.

Bellara: Oh.

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Lucanis: Rook, what foods would you like prepared?

Rook: Anything really. Dalish, Free Marches, Tevinter, any kind of sea food.

Lucanis: Good to know.

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Rook: You know, Taash, you don't have to choose to be Qunari or Rivaini.

Taash: What, you think I don't know that?

Rook: Hold your dragons. I'm saying - I'm Dalish and from a city. I respect the Vhenadahl and the halla. I sang prayers to Andraste and to the creators...before, you know, we knew shit.

Taash: Okay.

Rook: It's all important, and...you're all of it, put together into a unique experience of yourself.

Taash: I'll think about it.

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Neve: Alright, your accent is not Tevinter, Antivan, Fereldan, or Orlesian. You're a Marcher.

Rook: She's found me out!

Neve: Now to figure out where.

Rook: Do you want me to tell you or is it more fun for you to put the clues together?

Neve: Don't tell me.

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Rook: Fucking Venatori!

Harding: You really hate them.

Rook: Assholes kill people and use my gods as a fucking excuse.

Harding: You made that one explode.

Rook: Yeah, well, sometimes we deal with personal shit by exploding an evil shithead.

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Neve: I've got it.

Rook: Oh do tell!

Neve: Kirkwall - Varric recruited you, told you to keep where you're from a secret.

Rook: Good thought but nope. Not from Kirkwall, and thank goodness for that.

Neve: Dammit.

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Lucanis: You're quite good with that blade Rook. Who taught you?

Rook: My mother. She's a very skilled swordswoman. All of her kids are mages but she insisted we all learn how to defend ourselves with weaponry against Templars.

Lucanis: Smart woman. You have siblings?

Rook: Yeah, two older brothers.

Lucanis: Why am I not surprised you're the baby?

Rook: Because I am baby.

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Bellara: I don't understand. Why not get the Vallaslin?

Rook: My clan was informed of its true meaning. My keeper started offering everyone a choice.

Bellara: True meaning?

Rook: Slave markings, apparently. Makes sense now with what we know of the gods.

Bellara: That's horrible!

Rook: My brother decided to get his despite that. He said "Whatever they were, they are now how we find each other. How we take pride in who we are." I didn't feel ready. I don't know if I will ever feel ready.

Bellara: That...makes a lot of sense, actually. Thank you.

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Davrin: You saw the Inquisitor, right?

Rook: Yeah. For someone who has been fighting for so long, she looked great.

Davrin: She's like you - Dalish but no Vallaslin.

Rook: There's a few of us out there.

Davrin: I wonder how she got rid of it.

Rook: Ah. Don't like Ghilan'nain's design upon you?

Davrin: Most days it doesn't bother me, but some days...it makes my skin crawl.

Rook: I'll try to ask her next time I see her.

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Neve: Alright. You don't have Vallaslin because your clan found out information about them from ancient times. You showed an odd familiarity with the inquisitor. You said you are both Dalish and from a city. You hate the Venatori. You're from Wycome.

Rook: Huzzah! You discovered it!

Neve: You were there when the Venatori tried to take over.

Rook: They poisoned our wells. Blamed the elves in the alienage. They killed so many.

Neve: That means your mother was from clan Lavellan - the same clan the Inquisitor was from.

Rook: That would be my clan.

Neve: No wonder Varric gave you a code name and made it so hard to find anything out about you.

Rook: I was twelve when Miriel, I mean, the Inquisitor, left the clan. We were so proud of her, and so worried for her. When she came back...without her Vallaslin...there was a lot of heartbreak that day.

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Solas: You knew the Inquisitor.

Rook: I did. And you broke her heart.

Solas: I didn't have a choice.

Rook: From what she's said - you did. You just chose wrong.

[ladyxgaga]

@ladygaga:  I will miss my friend forever. I will miss singing with him, recording with him, talking with him, being on stage together. With Tony, I got to live my life in a time warp. Tony & I had this magical power. We transported ourselves to another era, modernized the music together, & gave it all new life as a singing duo. But it wasnt an act. Our relationship was very real. Sure he taught me about music, about showbiz life, but he also showed me how to keep my spirits high and my head screwed on straight. "Straight ahead," he'd say. He was an optimist, he believed in quality work AND quality life. Plus, there was the gratitude...Tony was always grateful. He served in WWII, marched with Martin Luther King Jr., and sang jazz with the greatest singers and players in the world.

I've been grieving the loss of Tony for a long time. We had a very long and powerful goodbye.

Though there were 5 decades between us, he was my friend. My real true friend. Our age difference didn’t matter-- in fact, it gave us each something neither of us had with most people. We were from two different stages in life entirely--inspired. Losing Tony to Alzheimer’s has been painful but it was also really beautiful. An era of memory loss is such a sacred time in a persons life. There's such a feeling of vulnerability and a desire to preserve dignity. All I wanted was for Tony to remember how much I loved him and how grateful I was to have him in my life. But, as that faded slowly I knew deep down he was sharing with me the most vulnerable moment in his life that he could--being willing to sing with me when his nature was changing so deeply. I'll never forget this experience. I'll never forget Tony Bennett. If I could say anything to the world about this I would say don’t discount your elders, don’t leave them behind when things change. Don’t flinch when you feel sad, just keep going straight ahead, sadness is part of it. Take care of your elders and I promise you will learn something special. Maybe even magical. And pay attention to silence—some of my musical partner and I’s most meaningful exchanges were with no melody at all.

I love you Tony. Love, Lady

[kanmom51]

JK's White day live, JM's Angel pt. 1 and all that's in between...

I keep coming back to this clip today.

This is the third time I'm sharing it here today, lol.

But you see, the brain is working, wheels are turning, old and squeaky but still at work.

JK did this, we all know it.

White day live, while JM was in the US, doing who knows what (we will talk about that in a sec).

He got super excited when JM showed up and didn't want him to leave, but JM had work to do (and like I said, we will be getting there in no time).

JK set up the mood. Played songs from his playlist, one being, surprisingly or maybe not so much, There for you by Troye Sivan. The song that happened to be the soundtrack of GCFT. The singer that happens to sing Angel baby.

Then JK plays Golden Hour, by JVKE, who happens to have recorded a song together with JM, who happens to be in the US at the time. We are talking 14 March 2023, song to come out on 18 May 2023. A song that has long been recorded, which means JK KNEW very well at this point that these two are connected.

JK stages the table and camera to showcase the JM, and then sings "your the love of my life" with the song. He knows the song, he knows how to time it perfectly. You can see the wheels in his mind working to time it just right.

So let me put this all together for you:

JK came on White day playing a song that he used for his own soundtrack, GCFT, sung by a singer that has a song called Angel baby (which has been linked to Jikook by many Jikookers), GCFT being a showcase for JM, then played a song by JVKE, showed the JM tattoo and sang "your the love of my life".

All this while knowing that JM is collaborating with JVKE on a song called Angel pt.1 and is in the US, and this last part is an assumption on my part, shooting the MV to said Angel...

JK, the spoiler king was doing his thing here.

This is a hill I am willing to die on.

And you know what else?

JVKE was trolling us all, lmao.

TKKs and JKKs and solos alike. Everyone was dreaming of any option possible, except for one that was JM alone.

Joke was on us, and I have zero hard feelings, lol.

I'm loving every single minute of this.

18 May 2023, if you haven't already, put it in your calendars.

Who knows, maybe JK will come around to remind us... fingers crossed.

Oh, and one more thing...

Knowing everything we know today. Do we still think the J over the M still stands for Jungkook???

[shortyinblue]

Ateez Basics for new Atiny!

Ateez is an 8 member South Korean boy group that debuted on October 24th, 2018, they come from the company KQ Entertainment, they were KQ's first trainees.

Pronounced Ae-Teez, meaning they can do everything from A to Z (we do not call them by their government name so this is the explanation we stick with). Fandom name is Atiny, which means Ateez+Destiny, pronounced Ae-Teeny.

Ateez have a long and complicated lore that you don't need to try to understand if you don't want to. Most of their music videos tell a story and it is fun to put together, fans have made explanations and guide videos for the lore if you want to get into it. But basically they're pirates that have taken over an oppressive government and you'll see lots of pirate themes throughout.

Ateez's introduction is "8 Makes 1 Team". Hongjoong made them all matching team rings.

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•Kim Hong Joong (김홍중) (Captain) 🐿

•Born in Anyang, South Korea on November 7th, 1998, he is the second oldest member.

•Height: 172cm (5’8)

•Leader, Rapper, Vocalist, Dancer, Producer, Songwriter, Performer, in other words an Ace.

•Hongjoong was KQ's first trainee.

•Hongjoong is a supporter of multiple organizations like The Polished Man Campaign to end violence against children, you will see Hongjoong always having at least one polished nail, and The Happy Hippie Foundation that helps Homeless and LGBTQ+ Youth.

•Park Seong Hwa (박성화) ⭐

•Born in Jinju, Gyeongnam, South Korea on April 3rd, 1998, he is the oldest member.

•Height: 178cm (5’10)

•Vocalist, Rapper, Dancer, Performer, Songwriter, Actor.

•Seonghwa was the fifth trainee at KQ.

•Seonghwa was in the K-Drama series 'Imitation' in 2021.

•Seonghwa and Hongjoong's pairing name is Matz, they created the name for themselves, it basically means eldests, they created a unit song with the same name.

•Jeong Yun Ho (정윤호) 🐶

•Born in Gwangju, South Korea on March 23rd, 1999, he is the third oldest member.

•Height: 186cm (6’1) (I actually think he's taller but this is the last height we know of)

•Vocalist, Dancer, Performer, Songwriter, Composer, Actor.

•Yunho was the second trainee at KQ.

•Yunho was in the K-Drama series 'Imitation' in 2021, and has expressed wanting to act again someday.

•Kang Yeo Sang (강���상) 👑

•Born in Pohang, South Korea on June 15th, 1999, he is the fourth oldest member.

•Height: 175cm (5’9)

•Vocalist, Dancer, Rapper, Performer, Songwriter.

•Yeosang was the sixth trainee at KQ.

•Yeosang was a trainee at BigHit (now Hybe).

•Six other companies wanted Yeosang to sign with them but he chose KQ.

•Choi San (최산) ⛰

• Born in Namhae, South Gyeongsan, South Korea on July 10th, 1999, he is the fifth oldest member.

•Height: 178cm (5’10)

•Vocalist, Dancer, Performer, Songwriter, Actor.

•San was the fourth trainee at KQ.

•San was in the K-Drama series 'Imitation' in 2021.

•San is the first Idol from Namhae.

•San and Wooyoung's pairing name is Woosan (☂️), which you'll hear them refer to themselves a lot, even introducing themselves as Woosan instead of their own names.

•San and Wooyoung have matching tattoos above their right knee that says "Amicus Ad Aras" which is Latin for "Friends To The Very End."

•Song Min Gi (송민기) 🐥

• Born in Incheon, South Korea on August 9th, 1999, he is the sixth oldest member.

•Height: 184cm (6'0)

•Rapper, Dancer, Vocalist, Songwriter, Composer, Producer, Performer.

•Mingi was the third trainee at KQ.

•Mingi and Yunho were friends for several years before they both auditioned for KQ without the other knowing which company it was until they saw each other in the KQ building.

•Jung Woo Young (정우영) 🐱

•Born in Ilsan, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea on November 26th, 1999, he is the seventh oldest member.

•Height: 173cm (5'8)

•Vocalist, Dancer, Songwriter, Performer.

•Wooyoung was the eighth trainee at KQ and the last member to join Ateez.

•Wooyoung and Yeosang met while they were both trainees at BigHit, Yeosang left for KQ and Wooyoung followed him as he wanted to debut together.

•Choi Jong Ho (최종호) 🐻

•Born In Ilsan, South Korea on October 12th, 2000, he is the youngest member.

•Height: 176cm (5'9)

•Vocalist, Dancer, Songwriter, Performer, Actor, Maknae.

•Jongho was the seventh trainee at KQ.

•Jongho and San found out they are distant relatives as they both come from the same Choi Clan.

•Jongho was in the K-Drama series 'Imitation' in 2021.

If you've made it to the end hello! When I say these are the basics I mean the basics! These boys are so funny, so chaotic, so talented and I hope you enjoy them and their music as much as we do!

It's never too late to become an Atiny! Even though Ateez will be turning 6 this year this is truly the beginning for them, so I hope you stick around. They'll be starting up their tour again in July!

Stream Golden Hour: Part 1! They usually have a comeback around every 6 months so I think we can expect part 2 by the end of the year!

[sunflowerkiwis]

Speak Now

Harry Styles x Reader | Platonic!Taylor Swift x Reader

Word count: 682

There’s hardly a plot to this so bare with me; You bring Taylor out to perform with you and mess with the crowd a bit.

Unedited—and it shows.

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If there is one thing y/n and her fans have in common, it’s analyzing everything. They all know: almost everything she does is for a reason, it all comes with sharing a strong friendship and fanbase with Taylor Swift. Every capital letter, every number thrown in, every song cover—everything meant something to her, therefore it meant something to the fans. So, having this knowledge… why not mess with them a bit?

“They’re gonna freak out,” Taylor said from her seat in the hair and makeup chair.

“In a good way,” Y/n looked at her, attempting to put in her earrings, “they love you, sometimes more than me, i think.”

They both laughed before Paula, Y/n’s manager came in, letting her know she had ten minutes before being on stage.

~~~

“Well,” Y/n looked around the crowd, no words could describe the feeling she felt on stage being able to bring so many people together and create a safe space for everyone to be themselves and have fun. “Hello, Sydney. How’re we doing tonight?”

Cheers and whistles erupted making her chuckle. She spotted Harry in the area reserved for family and gave him a smile and a wave, making the crowd freak out again.

“You are a gorgeous crowd, Sydney. Beautiful—loud, too.” Cue the noise. “Now, we’re gonna do a song that I’ve wanted to do for a while. It’s by a very close friend of mine and I just enjoy this song so much because of the message it puts out and how…” she paused, trying to figure out how to relate to this song when her very loyal and committed fiancée was in the crowd. “How relatable it can be at times, with… with certain people.”

She stepped back, grabbing her guitar from a crew member. The fans grew confused at her introduction of the song and the new, very different guitar. This one was a dark, sparkly purple, and the way she was unsure of how to introduce the song as she kept glancing to Harry in the crowd? Something was up.

“Sydney,” Y/n started strumming the guitar, a familiar tune to those who were fans of both her and Taylor, “this is Speak Now, by Taylor Swift.” Cue the confusion. “I am not the kind of girl who should be be rudely budging in on a white veil occasion… But you are not kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl…”

Even louder cheers came along as they saw the familiar face walking across stage to where Y/n was standing. “I sneak in and see your friend and her snotty little family all dressed in pastels,” Taylor sand beside Y/n. “And she is yelling at a bridesmaid, somewhere back inside her room, wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.”

Y/n chuckled before joining her later, still strumming her guitar. “Don’t say yes, run away now. I’ll meet you when you’re of the church, at the back door,” she sang with a little too much emotion for someone in a strong and happy relationship—engaged, nonetheless.

She shot Harry side eyes at every snarky line like “And the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march” and a smirk at “You wish it was me—don’t you?”

She gave her all into those four minutes, knowing entirely too well she had no business relating to this song at all, which, obviously, she didn’t. But as they say, it’s for the plot.

~~~

“Should I be worried?” Harry came up behind her, hugging her waist.

“Not unless you have some hidden bride in a pastry dress,” she raised a brow at him through the mirror.

“Counting you, or…?”

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around to kiss his cheek. “Can’t to see all the divorced parent tiktoks tomorrow.” She joked. Having Harry Styles and Taylor Swift in the same room was bound to get brought up at some point in the next 24 hours—maybe less.

Harry frowned, seeming genuinely confused. “Pardon?”

“‘S what they call you and Taylor.”

“…Why?”

“Oh, boy…” It was going to be a long night.

[teaberrii]

Chapter 4: Shall We Date...?

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“...My ex-wife.”

You sit up for what feels like the tenth time that night. It has been hours since you and Jing Yuan parted ways, but you still can’t get that out of your head. You’d wanted to ask, but was that too personal? Regardless, you didn’t get a chance as Yanqing and Pom had woken up.

Now, you're left with a million questions. But, this means Jing Yuan isn't gay. Or, maybe he’s pan, bi, or—

You sigh loudly and fall back onto the bed. Does his ex-wife still work at Star Rails Hotel? Who is she? A manager? Or, just another regular employee like you? How long were they together? What happened—

You sit up. This is getting out of hand. Your eyes are dying to rest, but your mind’s running laps. You get out of bed and slip on a thin jacket over your PJs. Then, off you go to get some much-needed fresh air.

The air is crisp and chilly, calming your mind in ways that lying in bed can never accomplish. Eventually, you come across a pool where the dim glow of the lights inside the water makes it look almost ethereal. You’re walking along the side of the pool when you hear a woman’s voice.

“Can’t sleep either?” You look towards the white beach chairs just as March lifts her sunglasses to the top of her head. She’s looking at you with a small smile. “Join the club.”

“What’s with the sunglasses?” you ask in amusement, coming up to take the empty chair beside her. “Not judging, just wondering.”

“I was hoping it’d help me get some sleep, but then someone showed up out of the blue.” March sits up, her thin, airy blazer moving to the side. She says she’s here to get some sleep, but with her crop top and shorts, you think she's ready for a swim. “What’s keeping you awake, Femme Fatale? Is it a guy, hm?” She leans forward and whispers, “Is it Boss?”

“...Are you talking about Jing Yuan?”

“Who else?”

You cross one leg over the other. “What makes you think that?”

“I saw the way you two were looking at each other at the dinner table.” She chuckles. “Nothing escapes my eyes.”

“Well, he’s been a nice guy so far,” you admit, looking at the pool.

“Hey…” When you turn back, March is looking at you with curiosity. “Are you trying to find some faults in him or something?”

“It’s not that. It’s…” Then, you give her a deadpan look. “You’re asking a whole lot of questions, March.”

She laughs. “Sorry. To make up for my rudeness, is there anything you’d like to know?”

Well…

“Why do you call him Boss?”

March leans back and looks out at the pool. You sense there's a personal story behind the nickname as the silence is not what you’re expecting. Then, March says, “Long story, but we were guests when he was still getting this B&B off the ground.” She turns to you. “...Back then, I was still active.” Active? “Judging from your expression, you still don’t know who I am, huh?”

“You’re March, right? That influencer—”

Just as the man’s words come back to you, March says, “March 7th reporting for duty!”

Wait a minute.

Your eyes widen. “You’re March 7th?!”

“Gosh, took you long enough.” She sighs. “Then again, I can’t blame you.”

March 7th. She was a popular online influencer in her early twenties who disappeared from the Internet after multiple scandals. 

‘Fake’ Rich Girl Cancelled

Scandal-ridden Influencer Upcoming Appearance Cancelled

Online Influencer Stops Activites After Unreal Discovery…

You’ve heard of her and seen her ads in department stores. While you weren’t a fan, per se, you knew that she was known for her popular videos that showcased her “idol-like” visuals and talent. She sang and danced and appeared on reality shows. You vaguely remember hearing from your friends that she was caught smoking or promoting fake products. There were more accusations, but you didn't pay much attention as you had your life to worry about. 

Regardless, you remember her being much skinnier with long hair. Her makeup style was also a lot bolder than what it is now. That was years ago. Now her features have matured, but when you look closely, you can see it. The essence of who she used to be.

While you don’t remember what caused her online career to plummet, you’re at a loss for words. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d meet someone like March 7th.

“...You’re not going to ask?” 

“About your scandals?” You’re curious, no doubt. “That’s none of my business. But, I just…” Then, quietly, “It’s crazy to think that a celebrity is in front of me right now.”

“Looks like my hunch about you was right.” She puts her hands on the chair. “You’re not the type that goes crazy over celebrities and whatnot.”

“I like to think I’m past that phase, thank you very much.”

You and March quietly laugh. Then, she takes out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She slides it open and offers you one. You politely decline. To your surprise, she puts it back inside her pocket instead of lighting one.

“...Anyway, to answer your question, Jing Yuan helped me out of a bad place.”

It was the early hours of a cloudy day when March went out for a smoke. She lit a cigarette and took a drag just as she saw a shirtless Jing Yuan working in the garden. Did he really not recognize her? He’d treated her like any other person. She wasn’t a failed celebrity or a girl with "issues." She was just like everyone else.

March walked over and continued watching him. She’d seen her fair share of physically attractive older men. But maybe it was because of the industry she was in that most of them were sleazy or had ulterior motives. Yet what she’d seen of Jing Yuan so far... He was none of those things but a hardworking, upstanding guy.

Jing Yuan stood and turned around. “Do you need something?”

“Your attention would be nice.” Jing Yuan raised a brow, and March chuckled. “I’m just kidding.” Then, she took another drag. “...You don’t happen to have a map of the island, do you? It’s my first time here.”

“You can find one at the reception counter. Pom should have some—”

“Already checked,” March lied. “Do you have any at your office?”

Jing Yuan walked up to her, and March awkwardly avoided his eyes. “You checked, huh?”

“...Yup.”

But, instead of calling her out on her lie, he put on a shirt and said, “...Follow me.”

When they walked side-by-side, she casually asked, “Why don’t you hire someone to do all this manual labour for you?”

“Someone’s curious.”

March shrugged. “Just something I observed. You have a few workers here and there, but you’re still doing a lot of the management stuff yourself.” She looked around at the guests who were enjoying a casual BBQ or casually strolling around the resort. “But, this place looks like it’s doing well enough for you to hire a few extra people.”

“For someone on holiday, you sure are paying a lot of attention to what’s happening around here.”

Jing Yuan opened a door to the cabin designed like a mini office. But, before March could follow him inside, he said, "...Wait here."

She stepped closer to him and her body was inches away from his. "What if I don't want to?"

"Then you'd be trespassing, and I could kick you out."

March almost felt offended at how unamused he sounded. "...Do you know who I am?"

"Are you here for the map or not?"

March sighed and walked off the porch. "Go on. I'll wait here." 

When Jing Yuan came back out, March was sitting on a rock, looking bored as hell. He walked over and handed the map to her. "This one has a few day trip recommendations so you'll have ideas of what you can do."

March stood and took it from him. Then, she crossed her arms. "Sounds like you're trying to kick me out."

"That wasn't my intention. You're free to stay, of course. But, it would be a waste to spend your entire day at the resort. There's a lot to see."

Sensing his genuine kindness, March frowned. “You aren’t scared your reputation’s going to plummet because you’re housing an unruly celebrity?" 

“If I was, I wouldn't have let you stay here."

"So you do know who I am," she said, narrowing her eyes.

“No matter who you are, you’re a guest like everyone else. Why would I treat you any differently?”

There’s so much to unpack that you don’t know where to start. 

“I kinda wanted to flirt with him, if I’m being honest," March says, leaning back. "But, after he said that, it made me realize that I was young and dumb.”

“...How so?”

“The rumours about me that were going around at the time… Not all of them were true. But, I started believing all the nasty things people were calling me." March sighs. “I won’t bore you with details, but Jing Yuan was a stranger. Him treating me just like any other person made me see things a little differently. Maybe he was judging me back then, but if a stranger could see past that, why couldn’t I do it for myself?”

“You seem to be doing a lot better now,” you say with a little smile. 

“I am, but I’d like to attribute that to my hard work. It has nothing to do with Jing Yuan.” She laughs. “But, yeah, I mean… it’s in the past and we get a good laugh about it now.”

“I never thought you’d be into older men, though, if I’m being honest.”

March leans forward. “Jing Yuan ages like fine wine, I swear. We’d never mix well, but I was so shocked to hear about his divorce.”

“...Was he married when you, uh…”

March raises her hands as if declaring innocence. “I knew nothing about a wife and a kid back then. If I knew, I wouldn’t have flirted with him. Wasn’t a few years later that I found out. It’s still a shock to many people.” March lies back on the chair. “He hasn’t seen anyone since... probably because he was so busy trying to get this business off the ground that he had no time for things like that."

The skies have brightened, and from over the horizon, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds.

“Hey.” You turn to March who has a curious sparkle in her eyes. She asks, “What do you think of Jing Yuan?”

“...He seems like a good guy.”

March rolls her eyes. “Girl, give me the tea. Do you think he’s hot?”

You don’t get a chance to answer when you and March see someone enter the pool area. Jing Yuan’s shirtless, but it isn’t just his toned body that takes your breath away. The abstract dragon tattoo that runs from his shoulder to his chest looks like it's handpainted. He looks in your direction, and unbeknownst to you, March waves at him.

“Out for your morning swim?” she asks.

Jing Yuan slips on a black beach blazer and walks over. “What are you two doing up so early?”

“What do you think? None of us could sleep.”

Jing Yuan looks at you. “Why’s that? Is it a problem with the room?”

“The room’s fine,” you say, looking away, your face feeling slightly hot.

March glances from you to Jing Yuan and back to you. Then, she takes out her phone and sees the flurry of messages. “Ah… I’d better head back,” she says, standing. “Will you two be okay?”

“What makes you think we won't?” Jing Yuan asks.

“Oh, I know you’ll be fine, Boss,” March looks at you and chuckles. “Well, toodles!”

Jing Yuan puts a hand inside his pocket as he watches her run off. Then, he sits in the chair in front of you. “...Don’t tell me I did something to upset you, Corporal.”

You finally turn his way. “What makes you think that?”

“Seems like you didn’t want to look at me for a bit there.” You can’t help but look at his dragon tattoo. Then, his low voice comes again. “Curious?”

You look up and see him looking at you with interest. “A little.”

Jing Yuan smiles and looks down. “Well, why don’t I make you a deal?”

“...What kind of a deal?”

He nods at the pool. “Take a swim with me, and I’ll tell you about it.”

“I’m in my PJs if you haven’t noticed.”

“Don’t tell me you came to a resort without bringing a swimsuit.”

“I came here for work.” Jing Yuan continues looking at you until you cave. “...Okay, I did bring something.”

Jing Yuan chuckles. “You’re right, though. You’re here for work. But, if you need to relax, the pool’s always open… most of the time.”

You slightly smile. “Are you here every morning?”

“Every other day. Otherwise, I go for a run.”

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or call you crazy.”

“Why not both?”

“Because that’s being too nice,” you deadpan.

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

"What gave it away?" You rub your eyes. "Sorry. I can really feel the fatigue kicking in.”

“Go back and get some sleep.”

You sigh and stand. “But, breakfast’s in an hour.” You don’t need to guess that you’re going to oversleep.

“...Text me when you’re awake.”

You look at Jing Yuan who’s also standing now. “Why?”

“Special service.”

“...Special service?” 

“If you want to go out and grab something to eat when you’re awake, that’s fine. Or…” Your eyes widen when he leans slightly closer and whispers in your ear, “...The owner can cook something for you in a private kitchen. No pressure.”

“Private… kitchen?” You narrow your eyes. “Trying to butter up the enemy, huh?”

“Enemy?” He chuckles. “If that’s how you want to put it. But”—he smiles mischievously—”you’re going have to do a little better to get secrets out of me.”

“Who said anything about secrets?”

“It’s why you’re here, aren’t you?” Then, he leans upright. “Good luck, Corporal.”

You watch Jing Yuan walk and dive with perfect form into the swimming pool. Now you’re not just tired. You’re also a little annoyed… but excited?

◆◆◆

By the time you’re awake, it’s a little past noon. 

You wash up and change into comfortable clothes before opening your phone and seeing a bunch of texts from your friends. You forgot you left your phone on silent and didn’t bother checking it. Some are from your mom, asking how everything’s been. So, you give her a call.

“Are you having too much fun that you forgot all about me?” she jokes.

“It’s why I’m calling you now.”

You get her up to speed with what’s been happening, including that you are friends with the owner of the B&B. Of course, you don’t go into details about the… flirting that’s been happening.

“Sounds like you’ve been having fun.”

“More or less.”

“...Do you know that he’s been trying to reach me?”

“Who?”

As soon as your mom says your ex’s name, you frown. “...He really wants to get back in touch with you.”

“Mom, I thought I told you to block him.”

“I did! But one of your friends reached out and… He wants you to give him another chance."

You scoff. “That’s not going to happen." A small pause. "I’ll deal with this. I won’t let them harass you anymore.”

You sigh loudly when you end the call. This is not how you imagined to start the day. Jing Yuan suddenly flashes in your mind, and you slightly shake your head.

You’re thinking about the best course of action when you head outside and hear overlapping voices. The closer you get to the stone villa, the louder it gets. Then, you see a small crowd surrounding two tall men who look like clones of one another. Both have a handsome face. But one has green eyes and long black hair that reminds you of an elegant prince while the other has short black hair and dull blue eyes. A short distance away, Welt is watching with vague amusement. When he sees you, he waves.

“...What’s going on?” you ask, walking up.

“Ah… Let me apologize for the commotion on behalf of my friends,” Welt says.

“Your friends?” 

You look closer, and you swear you’ve seen them before. They’ve just finished taking a photo with two girls when the man with the long hair notices you. He walks past one woman and up to you.

“Is this the woman you and March were talking about?” he asks.

“My latest inspiration and the woman who stood up for March? Yes.”

When the man smiles at you, your heart almost skips a beat. “Hi.” He holds out a hand. 

You awkwardly take it. “Hi… You’re not going to give me a name?”

The man looks a little surprised as if you should know who he is.

“...Clearly, my brother’s head is still in the clouds.” The other one walks over and gives you a little smile. “My name’s Dan Heng. This is my brother, Dan Feng.”

Where have you heard those names before…?

“They’re athletes,” Welt says as if reading your mind. 

That’s when it hits you, and you gasp.

“Didn’t you compete in the Global Games?”

“That’s right,” Dan Feng answers. “Two-time fencing and kendo gold medalists.”

Your jaw almost drops. 

“Welt and March told us about you,” Dan Heng says. 

“We’ve been curious,” Dan Feng adds. Then, with a little smile, he says, “You’re prettier than they described.”

Your eyes widen at the unexpected compliment. 

“...What are you doing?” Dan Heng deadpans.

“What? I’m being honest.”

Welt and Dan Heng roll their eyes just as you hear, “...You’re awake.”

You turn around and see Jing Yuan dressed in a fitted, V-neck, dark gray shirt and white pants. 

Dan Feng chuckles. “Don’t tell me you have a date with the owner.”

“That’s…” You remember your mom and your annoyingly persistent ex. Then, you're hit with an interesting but workable idea. Before Jing Yuan can say anything, you say, “...Could we talk?”

As the brothers watch you and Jing Yuan walk into the stone villa, Dan Heng side-eyes his brother. “Don’t be getting any weird ideas.”

“You hurt me, Brother. Why do you always think the worst of me?”

Dan Heng sighs. “Because you never prove me otherwise.” Then, he sees Welt looking in the direction you and Jing Yuan had walked off. “...Welt? Is something wrong?”

Welt turns back. “Oh, no. I… just had a thought.”

“Inspiration, perhaps?” Dan Feng asks.

“...Something like that.”

Pom greets you and Jing Yuan with a salute when you enter the lobby. Then, in a cheery voice, he takes the receptionist’s phone call.

“If you want privacy, we can talk on the patio,” Jing Yuan says.

Sure, why not? It’ll give you a chance to gather your thoughts. 

Jing Yuan leads you upstairs, and despite Pom’s professionalism on the phone, his eyes are following your every move. Jing Yuan opens a set of doors that leads to a rooftop patio that has a fireplace and some couches and chairs. 

“...I got a call from my mom today,” you say, sitting on the adjacent couch.

“Is everything okay?”

“...Apparently, my ex’s been bothering her.”

“...That’s not a good sign.”

“My friends have been texting me about unblocking him, too. And…” You sigh and look away. “...Getting a bit off topic there. But, just to get them off my back for now, could you…” Gosh, this sounded a lot better in your head.

“You want me to play the fake boyfriend?” 

“I mean… You don’t have to do anything. It’s not like they’re actually here, so—”

Jing Yuan leans forward and looks at you with a little smile. “That’s true, but I don’t like to half-ass anything.”

Your pulse quickens as he continues looking at you. “I’m also looking for other ways to get him off my back, but I'd appreciate the help.”

“If it escalates, you could file a police complaint.”

“...I hope it won’t get that far,” you mutter. You lean back. “We may have broken up, but… we were friends for years before we dated. Just kinda sucks that’s all gone too.”

“If you remained friends with him… do you think that friendship would continue to last?”

“...Hard to say.”

“Sometimes, we outgrow our friends, and ending things with them may not be as ugly as relationships but..."

"It still hurts... if not more," you finish. Then, you glance at him, thinking whether to ask him about his ex-wife when Jing Yuan’s phone goes off.

He reaches into his pocket and looks at the screen. Then, he looks at you apologetically. “I have a meeting.”

“Ah, no worries. Sorry for keeping you.”

“...Looks like my special service will have to come a little later,” he says, standing.

“You were serious about that?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You stand and shrug. “I thought you were just saying it. Seems a little much.”

Then, he leans over and suddenly kisses your cheek. “Well, you’re not just a guest anymore, are you?” When you see him looking at you, your face feels warm. “...As I said, I don’t like to half-ass anything.”

This is just temporary. You’re here for work.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, at least.

Chapter 5

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[zombiebastian]

Jeff The Killer: Sebastian's rewrite

Chapter 1

March 3rd 2000

"Hello and good evening, Mr Woods. We have brought you here tonight to gain some information on your son Jeffrey, he was recently recaptured after nearly 5 years of being on the loose after committing such horrific crimes. He will be put on trial next year, so we need all of the information we can get, and you're one of his only remaining family members,"

The police officer stated, he was sat at a small table in a dimly lit and empty room, across the table sat Peter Wood, a man who's son had recently been taken to a facility where he's being kept until being put on trial for his crimes. On the table sat a tape recorder, that was being used to record the interview that Peter would partake in, as the authorities needed as much information on his son as possible.

Peter seemed extremely gloomy, he wasn't sad, angry or anything, he just seemed empty, like all of the events of the past few years had not only taken away his joy, but every other emotion too, he was just too tired to feel anything anymore, he eventually spoke.

"Yes, shall we start then?"

The police officer replied "Of course, now I want you to tell me if your son exhibited any violent behaviours before the incident, did he hurt any animals or classmates at school?"

Peter sighs quietly "Well, yes..."

Jeffrey Woods was a small 2 year old boy, he lived with his mother and father, his mother was pregnant with Jeffrey's younger brother Liu and would give birth to him 3 months after the story being explained right now. Jeffrey was so cute, he had messy dark brown hair and blue eyes with a slight green tint to them, he had a gorgeous little smile and chubby cheeks. Him and his father often played in the backgarden. The garden wasn't too big but it had plenty of space for little Jeffrey to run around in and plenty of grass for him to sit or lay on, though at the backdoor of the house where they usually entered the backyard, there were a few pavements, and in between those pavements ants and other tiny bugs would often crawl in and out.

One day, Jeffrey and his father Peter sat, it was a sunny day and they were playing with Jeffrey's action figure collection, most of them were from a cartoon he watched about superheroes, though Jeffrey couldn't understand what was happening in the show as he was a toddler, he still loved it and loved playing with his toys.

"Doo doo doo doo!" Sang Peter "Here comes the superhero to save the day!" He picked up one of the toys and waved it around as Jeffrey laughed. Peter continued to wave around the toy and picked up another one, who was one of the bad guys, he playfully tapped the toys together to pretend that they were fighting, but he eventually realised Jeffrey was looking at the pavement near the backdoor of their house.

Peter was a bit confused, but he figured he was just a curious toddler. But then Jeffrey suddenly stands up, he still had trouble walking without his mom or dad holding his hand so he wobbled a bit, but he managed, he walked to the pavement as Peter slowly followed behind. Jeffrey stopped at looked down at the pavement, where he saw thousands of tiny black ants crawling around in and out the cracks between the pavements.

Jeffrey pointed his tiny hand towards the pavement and asked loudly "What that?". Peter looked down at the pavement too and explained "Those are ants, they're tiny bugs,". Jeffrey looked down at the ants curiously, then put his foot out and stomped on a few of them, he must've squashed about 5 of them under his shoe.

"They squished," said Jeffrey. Peter was a bit surprised but not concerned, after all he was a toddler and didn't understand things like death yet. "Well yes" replied Peter "Thats what happens when you step on the ants, they get squished and die,". Jeffrey looked at Peter and asked "Die? What die mean?"

Peter thought for a moment, he wondered how he could explain the concept of death without is scaring or upsetting his son too much, but he figured he'd have to tell him about it at some point so he may as well explain it now "Dying is sort of like when you go to sleep, except you don't wake up,"

"Oh, so ants is sleeping?" Jeffrey asked, Peter explains "Well, sort of, its not actually sleeping, but its like sleeping, but they don't wake up. They stay like that forever,". Jeffrey looks at the ants for a few moments "Forever..." He repeats. Then a massive thump was heard hitting the pavement, as Jeffrey continues to stomp on the ants below as he smiles.

"So, he liked stomping on ants as a young child?" The police officer asked, Peter answered "Yes, but at the time I didn't think much, he was two years old afterall, there was no way for him to know the weight of death even if I explained what it was to him,". The police officer looks at Peter "Was this the only time he found joy in killing or hurting animals?", Peter looks to the side for a moment and thinks.

"I think most of the things he did to animals he didn't do in front of us... However, when his younger brother Lui was born, he sometimes hurt him," Peter explains, fiddling with his fingers. The police officer questions "How did he hurt his brother?"

Small Jeffrey waited in the hospital, for the past few months his mom and dad had told him about this new thing called a "baby brother" he would recieve soon, he didn't know what it was, but he knew it was coming very soon. After a while, hid dad led him into the room of the big white building he had been waiting in. On the bed was his mother, and a small little... Thing. Jeffrey didn't know what it was, was it this baby brother he had been told about?

Peter helped lift Jeffrey onto the bed, sitting him near this supposed baby brother, he looked at the weird thing in front of him, wearing a little onesie and wearing a weird cap, its eyes were half closed but Jeffrey could tell it was staring right at him. "Say hello to your baby brother, Jeff!" His mother said.

"Hi," said Jeffrey. The baby brother moved its weird arms around, soon moving one of them up to Jeffrey's head, grabbing a fist full of his dark brown hair and yanking at it. Jeffrey didn't react much, but he wasn't happy about what this "baby brother" just did. He grabbed the babies arm tightly, not understanding you had to be gentle with babies.

The baby started crying loudly, but Jeffrey laughed, he thought the noise it made sounded weird and funny. His parents did not find it funny though, as they both yelled at him and moved him away from the baby.

"Was this the only time he hurt his brother?" The police officer asked, Peter replies "No, he did it many times, nothing too serious, he'd usually just grab him too hard and laugh when he cried. We punished him but we never thought too much about it, afterall, he was just a toddler at the time and was probably jealous that his brother was suddenly getting do much attention,"

"How long did this phase of him hurting his brother go on for?" The police officer questions. Peter answers "until he was six and Lui was four,". The Police officer looked at some notes he had been holding in front of him "Okay, did your son exhibit any other strange behaviours as a young child?"

"I think so, at least as a young child. After the phase of constantly hurting his brother ended, he began going to school, where me and his mother were concerned that he didn't make any friends, and instead often played with imaginary friends in the schoolyard, which a lot of his classmates teased him for,"

"Okay... Did he play with these imaginary friends often?" The police officer asked. Peter explains "Well I'm not sure, I knew he played with them at school because his teachers were concerned about it, but whenever he came home from school he often just went to his room and never talked to us, I'd expect that from him as a pre teen or teenager, not at six years old. He was so playful and cheery as a toddler, but as soon as he started going to school its like he was a completely different kid, he grew out of his imaginary friends phase at about 7 or 8"."

"Did you ever confront him about his imaginary friends?" Peter glanced to the side again in silence for a second, seemingly a bit hesitant "Yes... I did one day after school,"

"Jeffrey? Jeffrey? Can I have a word with you please?" Peter asked as he stood outside the 7 year old Jeffrey's door. Jeffrey opens the door and says "Sure, okay, what about?". Peter sits Jeffrey down on the bed and says "Recently I've been getting a few phonecalls from your teachers and about how you're often playing by yourself in the school playground, and me and your mother are a bit worried,"

Jeffrey looks at his Dad and goes "I'm not playing by myself, I have all my friends! There's Dixie, and Emily, and Oliver, and Jack, and Harvey, and Willow and-" Peter interrupted him as he tells him about his friends "Jeff, you know these friends aren't real," he tried to speak in a gentle and understanding tone despite his concern.

Jeffrey frowned slightly and looks down "Well yeah, I know that, but the other kids don't want to play with me,". Peter puts his arm around Jeffrey and sighs "I know, but playing with imaginary characters won't help you make real friends,"

"All of the kids at my school are horrible, I just wish they'd all disappear," Jeffrey said. Peter replied "Have they been bullying you?", Jeffrey answers "No, well I keep hearing them whispering about me when I'm playing with my other friends, they say I'm weird and a baby for still having imaginary friends,"

"Well, maybe thats the problem," said Peter "Maybe they won't think you're weird if you don't play with imaginary friends,". Jeffrey sighs and looks back at his Dad "But thats the whole reason why I have imaginary friends! Even before I did they'd call me bad names,"

"But why would they call you bad names?" Peter asks. "I don't know..." Jeffrey replies.

There was a moment of silence between them before Jeffrey said "I don't get it, I try to be nice to everyone and behave myself in class, but I still get made fun of and yelled at by the teachers,". Peter wrapped his arm tighter around Jeffrey "Oh Jeff... I know its hard, but sometimes thats just how life is, but I promise you it will get better, just promise me you'll try and make real friends, right?"

"So your son had troubles with making friends, how was your other son, Liu?" Asks the police officer.

Peter states "Me and Margaret had no troubles with Lui, he was never violent, never had troubles with making friends and was very social, him and Jeffrey got on well too,". The police officer asks "Did you ever suspect Jeffrey had any mental health problems?"

"Well, no because we didn't think children that young could suffer with those sorts of issues, I regret thinking that... Everyday I think about how things could've been different, if I had paid attention to him more, maybe he wouldn't have done what he did... If we had gotten him help sooner..."

Peter seemed like he was about to cry, but he didn't, he kept his cool, and the interview continues.

"What was Jeffrey's pre teen and early teenage years like before the incident?" The officer asks."He became more antisocial, one of the reasons why me and Margaret never worried about him as a child was because he always had his brother at home and at school, they were best friends, but when Jeffrey was about eleven and Liu was nine, they slowly stopped talking and playing together," Peter answered "Every day after school, Jeffrey would come home, do his homework in the kitchen, watch a bit of television, eat his supper and then head off to bed, sometimes he would even refuse to eat his supper and go to bed starving. Before the though, he'd usually come home, do his homework, and then play with his brother in the backgarden or with their boardgames and toys if the weather was bad, or at the very least watch television together. They never fought or argued, they just wouldn't talk or hang out together anymore,"

"And do you know what his school life was like?"

"He never told us about what was going on at school, most of the information we had was concern from his teachers. Apparently he would often get picked on, but no one did anything about it, and we unfortunately couldn't do anything because we didn't know until later on. And sometimes we'd see scars on his body, mainly bite marks and scratches, initially I thought these could've been from the bullies, but after seeing the horrible thing he did to his face... I wouldn't be surprised if he did them to himself for his amusement," Peter explains.

"Now this next question may be hard for you, but this is extremely important and we really need to know for the trial. Can you please explain all the details that lead up to the incident of your sons first killing spree?"

"Okay..." Peter says before sighing "It all started when he was thirteen, the summer had came to its end and we had moved into our new house, it wasn't too far from our old one, and him and Liu would still go to the same school as it also wasn't too far away. But I guess this drastic of a change must've triggered some sort of discomfort inside of him, and that may have been the last straw before he snapped..."

September 2nd 1995

Jeffrey lay on his new bed, in his new room, in his new home. It was so cold despite him covering himself with all the blankets, he just wanted to sleep. His mother, Margaret, had asked him to unpack, but he was too tired. Despite the journey not being too long, and the fact he just sat in the car the whole time, Jeff was tired. It seemed that nowadays he would get tired out so easily, sometimes he just wished he could go to sleep forever, and recently his mom had banned him from coffee, so he knew school (that would be reopening in 2 days because the summer holidays had ended) would be an absolute pain to get through, not that it wasn't already.

Suddenly the door to his room burst open, it was his brother Liu. While Jeff looked more like his dad, Liu looked more like his mom. Liu had brown hair but it was a lot straighter and brighter than Jeff's, and he had fully green eyes, and not just greenish blue eyes like Jeff had. He stood in the doorway in a grey coat and blue jeans, "Hi," he said.

"Hey... Please knock next time," Jeff said, not really much emotion in his voice. "Sorry," Liu replies "Mom said she needs help unloading your other stuff,"

Jeffrey rolled over to face the door as his body had been turned away from it "Sorry, I'm just too tired," he says. Liu turned his head and asked almost sarcastically "You're really tired? But we only drove a couple of miles, and its nearly two in the afternoon!"

Jeffrey didn't answer. "Listen," Liu stated "If you want me to tell mom you're too tired, thats fine, but please don't get angry at me if she doesn't respect your wishes,". "Okay..." Mumbles Jeff as Liu leaves.

About 3 minutes later, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he could tell by the footstep patterns that it was mother. "Jeff" she said as she opens the door "Liu said you're too tired to unload your crap?"

Jeff looks towards the door again, the light piering in almost blinding him "Yeah, sorry, I promise if I'm feeling better I'll help later...". Margaret wasn't too happy "No, you'll help right now!" She said, not yelling, but her tone was louder than before "How can you be so tired?! We only just got here and you barely moved your ass all day,"

"Sorry... Fine I'll help," he said as he got up. "Thank you," his mother said, but still not in a pleased tone.

Jeff walked out into the front of the house, looking at the neighborhood surrounding him, these houses were quite new, only just being built a few years prior, and the house nextdoor to them hadn't even been moved into yet. Jeff helped unload and unpack his things from the car and then immediately went back to his room.

After a few hours, Jeffrey awoke to the sound of his name being called "Jeff!" Yelled his mother from downstairs "Dinner!". Jeff sighs, not really hungry, but he decided to go eat anyways, afterall, the last time he refused to eat he got grounded for a week.

He made his way downstairs and to the kitchen, not fully decorated but not completely empty either. He sat at the table facing his brother, and before him was a plate of spaghetti and bolognese. He ate it all, but very slowly. While he did so he wasn't yelled at, but he could feel the eyes of his mother on him, silently telling him to hurry up.

He eventually finished and went back upstairs, where he didn't go back to sleep, he decided to draw in his notepad. Jeff wasn't great at drawing, especially considering he often used a blue pen meant for writing and not drawing, but it was one of the things he did when he was tired but not tired enough to go to sleep.

He drew, and drew and drew. Until eventually even more hours went by, and his dad knocked on his door. "Umm just a second!" He exclaims, before hiding the notepad under his blanket, "You can come in now!"

The door opened, revealing his dad who said "Hey bud, its time for bed,". Jeff nodded "Okay, I was getting quite tired anyways... Umm goodnight!"

"Goodnight, I hope you like the new house," his dad says, Jeff replied "I do, its more spaceous than our old one," it was a lie. Dad smiled before turning the light off and closing the door. Jeff lay in his bed, for some reason he was tired sll the time, but when it came for him to actually go to sleep, Jeff just couldn't, he would just stare at the ceiling and the walls, trying to go to sleep. His mind would constantly tell him to go to sleep, but he just couldn't, every night he'd usually stay awake for about 1 or 2 hours before eventually falling asleep.

Eventually, he did fall asleep.

The next 2 days were a blur, most of the same stuff happened, more unpacking was done, Jeff wanted to sleep but his mom continued to make him help out, the only thing different was that Jeff watched a bit of television this time before going to sleep. On the third day, it was time for Jeff and Liu to go back to school, Jeff had been dreading this morning all summer, he hated school. He wasn't scared of his bullies, he just found them one of the many annoyances of school, and all of them annoyances combined together to make one giant feeling of anxiety in Jeff's stomach.

Jeff sat up and got out his bed. He then got dressed, wearing a black shirt and a grey hoodie, and some long black pants. He heard his mom calling his name for breakfast, he didn't answer and began to make his way downstairs. Despite the house being new the floorboards often creaked especially on the stairs. He stepped off onto the floor and walked to the kitchen, where his brother sat eating a bowl of cereal.

Jeff decided he wanted some cereal too, so he got a bowl and milk out, as well as a box of his favourite cereal, froot loops. He poured them all in and sat at the table facing his brother, it seemed like Liu wanted to start a conversation as he was looking at Jeff, it was as if he had many words he wished to say to Jeff but they were all trapped in his throat, he opened his mouth and out came "Hey Jeff, I just wanted to ask-"

But then he was interrupted by their mother entering the room "Good morning boys," she said, the boys heads turned to face her. "Morning mom, wheres dad?" Asked Liu, their mom replies "He left for work ten minutes ago,". Jeff looked away from his mother, but Liu continues to face and chat with her, Jeff just looked down at his cereal, as the rainbow coloured rings floated in the creamy milk.

"Hey Jeffrey, how've you been getting on with the new house? Do you like it?" His mother asks, Jeff answers, still staring at his cereal "Its alright,". His mom tilted her head and said "Surely that can't be the only thing you think of the house,". Jeff looks at her and says "No thats what I think, the house is okay, I don't love or hate it, its just okay,"

His mother stares at him sternly and says in a slightly more serious tone "Alright Jeff, whats going on?" She asked "You've been like this all summer, you've shown absolutely no interest in anything we've done together, you just lay in the sand staring into space when we went to the beach, you didn't buy anything other than a few hoodies and shirts when we went to the mall, and now you're acting all moody when we've just moved into our new house, its okay if you don't like it, I know its a big change, but you can tell me, even if its not about the house tell me whats bothering you, I promise I won't get angry if you do,"

Jeff sighs "Its not the house, its school. I don't want to go to school today mom, I don't know what's wrong with me but for the past few months I've just felt like doing nothing,". His mother questions "Why do you not like school? Are you being bullied?"

Jeff thought for a bit, wondering if he should tell her about the bullies, afterall he didn't really see them as much of a problem, he eventually decided "I mean, no, but kids still sometimes make fun of me or throw things at me during class, and things like homework and studying is stressful, and my teachers hate me, and-"

"Well that's just regular school stuff," interrupted his mom "every student in your class I guarantee struggles with those problems, there is always gonna be a point in life where you're sick of everything, especially as a teenager, but don't worry you'll grow out of it, life is more stressful as an adult, when you get a job I promise you'll be begging to go back to school!"

Jeff looked back down at his cereal "Why do you never listen to me?". His moms eyes widen, but she doesn't show too much shock or surprise "Pardon?" She asks. Jeff then repeats '"You never listen to me, you say I can talk about my problems, but when I do you always interrupt and tell me my problems will someday be magically solved,".

His mom then exclaims "I don't do that! I'm just telling you, things may seem really big now, but in the future you'll look back and wish you had been more positive in this time in your life, maybe if you weren't so... Negative then maybe you would have more friends,"

Jeff continues to face away from his mother, while Liu sat there opposite him, seeming all awkward and trying not to get involved in the situation.

"Come on Jeff..." She says "I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just trying to get you to understand a more mature point of view,".

"It should be you trying to understand me," Mumbled Jeff.

"What did you say?" She asks, not completely enraged but her tone now sounding more frustrated. Jeff looks up at her again "Its you who should be trying to understand me, why is everything about you and dad all the time? You always say I can come talk to you both if I have a problem, but when I do you always say things could be worse or I'll get over it in the future and stuff, I'm sick of it,"

The mother seemed a mix of shock and annoyance, but she tried to keep calm "What do you mean by that? Me and your father don't act like that at all, we always listen to your problems and try our best to sympathise with you, and its true, things could be worse,"

Jeff stood up, seeming as he was about to say more, but than he sat back down, realising no matter what he said they'd fall on deaf ears, he looks back at his cereal and quietly says "Sorry...". His mother turns around, beginning to walk out the kitchen to the living room while saying "Its okay, just please stop with this bad attitude,"

Jeff continues to eat his froot loops, not saying a word to his mother or Liu. Then he made his way to the kitchen counter where his blue lunchbox was, he picks it up and walks to the living room, where his backpack was, in his backpack was his pencil case, books, PE kit, and now his lunchbox as he had put it in there.

Jeff looked at the clock, realising the bus should be arriving in about 10 minutes "Hey Liu, hurry up the bus is going to be at the bus stop soon," he calls out, Liu calls back "I know don't worry I've almost finished!" He ate the last of his cereal and drank the milk out the bowl before putting it in the sink, then quickly grabbing his lunchbox and heading to the living room where Jeff stood. Liu put his lunchbox in his bag and put it on his back.

The two boys decided to just leave without saying bye to their mother. They headed out the house and heard as the door shut behind them, they walked down the path that sat in front of the house, it was a sandy colour and had lots of pebbles and dirt, and beside it was grass, though the only flowers that grew were just weeds.

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March 1970, High Street, Leatherhead, Surrey, UK - Freddie Bulsara auditioned for Sour Milk Sea band, after seeing a ‘vocalist wanted’ in the ‘Melody Maker, Freddie accompanied by 'roadies' Roger Taylor and John Harris

Rob Tyrell recalls seeing him for the first time: “Freddie auditioned with us in a youth club in crypt of a church in Dorking. We were all blown away. He was very confident. I don’t think it was any great surprise to him when we offered him the job.” Jeremy Gallop agrees: “He had an immense amount of charisma, which is why we chose him. Although, we were actually spoilt for choice that day. Normally at auditions, you’d get four or five guys who were rubbish, but we had two other strong contenders. One was a black guy, who had the voice of God, but he didn’t have the looks of Fred, and the other person was Bridget St. John.

Chris Chesney: “I remember Freddie being really energetic and moving around a lot at the audition, coming up and flashing the mike at me during guitar solos. He was impressive. There was an immediate vibe. He had a great vocal range. He sang falsetto; nobody else had the bottle to do that. He said ‘Do your own songs and I’ll make up my own words’ It was very clever and very good.”

“When Freddie joined,” Chris continues, “We were on a roll. We were in the habit of playing two or three gigs a week and we continued to do so. I think we played down at the Temple in Lower Wardour Street with Freddie, the Oxford gig, and a few others.”

The Oxford gig was in the ballroom at the Randolph Hotel, one of the grandest in the city, “It was like a society-type bash, debs in frocks and all that,” recalls Chris. “I remember our sound wasn’t great.” Jeremy Gallop adds: “Freddie definitely managed to get what people were there in the palm of his hand, just by sheer aggression and his good looks. He was very posy, very camp, and quite vain. I remember him coming to my house and looking in the mirror, poking his long hair. He said ‘I look good today. Don’t you think Rubber?’ I thought, ‘Fuck Off!’ I was only eighteen at the time, and didn’t think it was funny, Now It’s hilarious.”

The only other gig featuring Freddie which the other members of Sour Milk Sea are certain about was a benefit for the homeless charity ‘Shelter’, staged at the Highfield Parish hall in Headington, Oxford, on 20th March 1970 – just weeks before Freddie teamed up with Brian May and Roger Taylor in a new group. “That was probably the last gig we played with him,” remarks Chris Chesney.

Surprisingly enough for such a low-key gig, just like Ibex’s Bolton show, Sour Milk Sea’s appearance at Headington, also made the local paper. This time it was the ‘Oxford Mail’ and incredibly, the paper also included a photograph of the group complete with Freddie – the only known shot to exist of him with Sour Milk Sea. Typically Freddie is the only one looking at the camera.

The article included an interview with the band on account of Chris Chesney’s parents being minor celebrities. It also remarked that vocalist Freddie Bulsara had only arrived ‘a couple of weeks ago’, and quoted form his song ‘Lover’. More importantly, as Chris told the paper at the time: “I don’t feel we are like any other group. Our approach is based on our relationships with one another.”

These relationships held much promise, but were fraught with danger, as Chris soon discovered. “I was staying with ‘Rubber’ at the time.” He recounts. “Then Freddie asked me to stay with him in Barnes. So I did, and we started songwriting together, getting into each other’s heads. His chords were kind of weird. They broke all the rules. F-Sharp minor to F back to A. That was totally new for me. I thought it was all very current and that we could blend our two approaches together.”

Chris continues: “We did two or three of Freddie’s songs. He had some material from the Ibex days, including ‘Lover’, ‘Blag’ and ‘FEWA’ He was good at lyrics and we wrote a couple of numbers, some big, operatic pieces. Operatic in the sense that they broke down into solo guitar parts, then built up again vocally. I can’t for the life of me remember what they were called. He also introduced weird covers like ‘Jailhouse Rock’. We’d never considered playing Elvis, or Little Richard’s ‘Lucille’. Then he had his little rock ‘n’ roll medley, which pushed the band into a showbiz direction, which I liked. He also had a lot of stagecraft going. I had a good relationship with Freddie and he liked the way I moved on stage. We were like Bowie and Ronson, where we related physically to each other on stage”.

No one in Ibex, Wreckage or Sour Milk Sea had suspected that Freddie was gay. Indeed Mike Bersin has pointed out; “Freddie had a girlfriend, Mary Austin at the time”. “Ambiguous sexuality was par for the course then.” Recalls Chris Chesney. “You didn’t question it. Anybody who did was totally unhip.” Chris and Freddie’s friendship was platonic, but close: “He wanted to style me, give me some clothes to wear, and the relationship between us got quite strong. ‘Rubber’ soon realised there was nothing in it for him.”

(➡️ source: http://www.queenpedia.com/index.php?title=Sour_Milk_Sea)