#ft also: all of the 2 aus I’ve smashed into this

[glitchgh0sty]

IM FINALLY FREE!! My comrades,, take the jazzprowl, make a feast, we must celebrate! XD

[justwritethatdown]

Chapter 2 of my high school AU :D

Beca finds herself wanting to know more abou Chloe, but Chloe's friends - and her social anxiety - give her a hard time about that. Also some more insights of her relationship with Jesse, Amy and her family :)

Words Count: 3K

Rating: T

Warnings: Underage smoking and language

Read it on AO3 or under the cut ↓

I don't need much of anything, but suddenly…

“How does it feel to be / Different from me      Are we the same / How does it feel?”

That night Beca fell asleep with the smell of Chloe on her pillow, which made her heart do funny things in her chest.

Maybe Chloe wasn’t that bad after all.

Nothing changed at school between them, Chloe didn’t talk to her the next day or the following couple of weeks – not that Beca tried to talk to Chloe but, you know – Beca told herself she wasn’t disappointed at that. They weren’t friends.

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 “Beca wait!" she heard Chloe call after her and immediately turned around to see the redhead running towards her in the schoolyard “hey! What’s up?” asked Beca unable to control her grin. Chloe offered her a pink ear bug, smiling brightly “I wanted to ask you what you think of this song, it came out yesterday I think".

Beca took the ear bug and put it in her ear, the song was already playing but she knew right away it was Airplanes by B.o.B. ft. Hayley Williams “you like Paramore, right?” Chloe checked and Beca was surprised that the girl not only recognized them from one of her playlists, but she knew them well enough to know Hayley Williams was the singer of the group.

Beca’s smile widened while she nodded “yes! And I think this song is really good" she answered looking at Chloe with surprise “what?” giggled the redhead “nothing...” said Beca looking at her feet “I didn’t think you liked this stuff" she admitted looking back at Chloe.

“And what stuff you thought I liked?” asked Chloe biting her lip “I don’t know... Britney Spears?” guessed Beca screwing up her nose and Chloe gasped “you don’t like Britney Spears?” she gasped in shock tugging at the ear bug wire to make it pop out of Beca’s ear “ouch! I didn’t say that...”

“Who else do you think I listen to? Let’s see" asked Chloe in somewhat of a teasing tone “I don’t know, I don’t want to get in worse trouble that I’m in already... just tell me you don’t listen to Mariah Carey please"

“Mariah Carey is the greatest singer of all times" stated an irritating voice interrupting them “Chloe, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Who is that?” asked the blonde girl who joined them “hey Bree, she’s Beca... family friends” dismissed Chloe, putting her iPod away. Beca didn’t know why that statement stung so much, it was the truth after all, they only knew each other because their parents – not that she’ll ever consider Sheila family – were friends.

Aubrey – Chloe’s best friend, for what Beca could understand – looked at her from head to toe in disapproval, before turning back to her friend “come on, Stacie is waiting for us” she said walking away and dragging Chloe alongside with her.

“Bye...” Beca told to no one, since the girls were already gone. She went to class wondering if maybe she was wrong about Chloe and they could be more alike than she though, but even popular girls are allowed to like good music, right?

One thing was sure, Chloe wasn’t even remotely as mean as Aubrey was.

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 At lunch Beca was glad Jesse decided to sit with Benji for once, instead of bothering her, so she could make a playlist of songs she thought Chloe might listen to, and one of those she thought Chloe should listen to.

Amy slept in and skipped school that day – something she did almost every Tuesday – so Beca didn’t have to worry about her either.

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 “sorry if I stood you up at lunch" apologised Jesse wrapping an arm around her shoulders, knowing very well that Beca would have shrugged it off and be dramatic about him touching her. He giggled when she did just that “you weren’t at my table? I didn’t notice” declared Beca in a monotone voice and Jesse pushed her gently “stop iit" she complained pushing him back “Benji was upset about his chemistry test" he explained without Beca asking “but he got B+” argued Beca and the guy shrugged “it’s the lowest he ever got".

“Where’s Amy by the way? I saw she wasn’t with you at lunch either” he asked “are you going to walk me home?” queried Beca stopping on her tracks – it was a ten minute walk between her house and the school – Jesse shrugged again “if you don’t mind. I don’t have anything better to do anyway" and before Beca could answer, he added “I know you must have missed me today, so you’re welcome" which granted him another shove from the brunette.

“How come you're not wearing your headphones?” “my iPod died at lunch" “aw, because I wasn’t there to keep you company?” he teased “you’re an idiot.”

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 The truth was that Beca craved more moments with Chloe, she was intrigued by her. Even if she usually was a pretty good judge of character, she was wrong about Chloe the first time and she still couldn’t completely figure her out yet. At school Chloe was a completely different person than who she was at home, she was nice to everyone and always smiling. And then there was that moment they shared in Beca’s room, that was what confused Beca the most, making her second guess all her assumptions about the redhead.

She wanted to get to know her better, but whenever Beca saw the girl in the hallways with her stupid friends she didn’t have the guts to say hi to her and just focused very hard on her steps to avoid eye contact. Beca hated to interact with that kind of people – she hated to interact with any kind of people – they acted like they owned the school and even if Beca couldn’t care less about that, she didn’t want to waste her time feeling judged by them or worse, letting them make a fool out of her. She really didn’t know why Chloe liked them, but again, she didn’t know Chloe at all.

Another month passed by. Beca never showed Chloe the playlists. It wasn’t important and Chloe probably wouldn’t care about that anyway.

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 “Why is this playlist called ‘Chloe'?” asked Amy making Beca’s blood freeze “that- that’s nothing, why do you always touch my stuff?” she gasped struggling to take the device from Amy, who won the fight without any effort “Jonas Brothers? These songs are so not you" added the blonde confused “It’s just... stupid songs, so I gave it a common stupid girl name” she blurred out wincing at her own words.

Amy narrowed her brows “Isn’t Chloe the name of that redhead you met at those ‘fucking lame dinners' with your father and Sheila?” she inquired making the quote marks gesture while repeating Beca’s words “maybe... I don’t know” tried Beca but she knew she was screwed “Beca...” said Amy not buying it at all.

“Yes, it’s her, okay? I made a playlist of songs I thought she lik-" “you never made me a playlist” interrupted her the blonde “that’s different, she’s- that’s different” blurred out Beca. Amy finally decided to let it go with a shrug connecting her loudspeaker to Beca’s iPod, letting the music fill her bedroom.

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 “Ugh! Why can’t I just stay with mom?” growled Beca “a couple of weeks at the beach are going to be good for you Bec, why do you have to fight me over everything?” asked her father “I don’t wanna come, dad I wanna work on my mixes, why don’t you understand that?” she whined and ran to her room smashing the door closed behind her.

Her father just informed her that in July they were going on a two weeks’ vacation someplace in Florida with Chloe’s and other two families the Beale used to go on vacation with every year. Beca didn’t have the time to be thrilled about it that she heard the name Posen being mentioned by Sheila. She didn’t even register the other one because she was already spiralling.

Posen like Aubrey Posen. The high bitch in charge at her school, Aubrey Posen. Chloe’s best friend Aubrey Posen. That couldn’t be a coincidence and Beca wasn’t willing to spend a single minute with her, let alone two entire weeks.

“Why is she like this Robert?” she heard Sheila question “what kind of kid doesn’t want to spend time on the beach with her friends?” at the world ‘friends’ Beca felt rage build up inside her – why was Sheila so fucking naive? – but it didn’t last long, because she heard her father sigh defeated “I don’t know honey, I’m afraid I did something wrong with her".

Beca put her headphones on trying to push back the tears that started falling from her eyes.

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 “She doesn’t want me, does she?” mumbled Beca sitting on her bed, knees pushed tightly against her chest. Her father looked at her sympathetic, sitting at the edge of the bed “Your mom is...” he trailed off for a moment, struggling to find the right words “she is having a hard time and needs to be alone for a while" he tried his best to explain “but she loves you! More than anything” he rushed to add and Beca rolled her eyes.

Lately her father did nothing but take her mother’s side, funny thing is that when they were married, they couldn’t agree on anything. Ever. Beca supposed he felt guilty about her ‘midlife crisis’ since it started just when he asked for a divorce because he couldn’t keep going on like that – or maybe it was the fact that he was in a relationship with stupid Sheila for about a month before that.

Beca’s blood started boiling in her veins at the thought, it was his fault after all, he gave up on their family.

“I’m gonna go at Amy’s” she spat out jumping off the bed.

“Beca, I need you to tell me you’re coming to Florida” he repeated.

“Whatever” answered the girl before leaving the room. It’s not like she had a choice anyway, her dad was just trying not to feel guilty about yet another thing.

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 “So, you’re going?” asked Amy passing her the joint. They were laying on Amy’s bed listening to music, as always.

“I have to" sighed Beca before smoking “I wish my dad was like yours, he lets you do everything you want" she wined “yeah he's pretty cool" laughed the blonde “or too busy to care maybe" she scoffed carelessly “dude, this pot sucks by the way" growled Beca giving the joint back to her.

Amy took another smoke before agreeing “I know, but I bought it from Luke" she explained “ugh, that dude is an idiot! He wrote ‘Meghan’ on my fake ID” complained Beca. The blonde stared lamely at her for what felt like forever, before cracking up in a loud laugh “Beca all fake IDs have fake names" she gasped trying to stop laughing. Beca looked at her blinking quickly before starting to laugh too.

“Anyway, he is an idiot yes, but he’s hot, so I don’t care" stated Amy “okay but never buy his pot again" demanded the brunette taking back the joint.

“So how are things going with Jesse?” asked Amy out of the blue “what do you mean?” “I mean you have this thing going on for a while now, when are you going to make it official? If you know what I mean...” said Amy wiggling her eyebrows, Beca felt slightly nauseous at that.

“There’s nothing between Jesse and me" she said defensively “oh come on Beca, you two are always attached to the hip!” growled the blonde “you don’t have to hide it from me" she said more softly “he's always attached to my hip I've got nothing to do with that!" spat out Beca getting up “I know you, you wouldn’t let him near you if you didn’t want to" pointed out Amy.

Beca knew her friend was right, she never let anyone get too close to her, but for some reason she allowed Jesse to do that and she had to admit she liked having his invasive ass around – not to Amy anyway, she was never going to admit that to Amy.

“That’s none of your business” she cut off rising the volume on her iPod to end the discussion.

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 When Beca came back home she found a brand-new soundboard to connect to her computer – the one she’s been asking for and her dad always denied her – sitting on her desk.

It was the same way she got her headphones, she got into a fight with her dad about something concerning the divorce somehow, stormed out of the house and found them at her return. Robert knew it wasn’t the best way to deal with conflict, but he really didn’t know how to deal with a teenager in full rebellion mood, so expensive gifts were his go-to in these cases.  It wasn’t enough for Beca, but she decided to take what she could from this situation. She didn’t like to deal with conflict either anyway.

The girl spent the whole night trying all the functions her new device offered while thinking about Chloe. She spent most nights thinking about Chloe recently. She thought about what it must be like being at the verge of the high school social ladder, having everyone’s eyes on you all the times – a kind of pressure Beca couldn’t be able to stand, for sure – how it felt to be respected, feared even, by the whole school and mostly how would it feel to be bossed around by Aubrey all the times.

Aubrey gave Beca chills. It wasn’t that Beca feared her – she didn’t fear anyone – but there was something about her that made her stomach clench, as if she was under examination. She knew Aubrey judged everybody from her high throne and Beca didn’t think enough of her to care about that, but what scared the brunette was that Aubrey’s stupid opinion could affect what Chloe thought of her.

By the time sun started creeping up from her window, she had decided that suffering through two weeks with Aubrey Posen was a small price to pay to get to know Chloe better. Her social anxiety will have to come to terms with that.

Beca threw herself on the bed, cursing her decision to staying up all night on a weekday. Her clock showed it was half past six and she briefly wondered if she could push it a little and try to gain a ‘you can skip school today’ too from the argument she and her father had, but she knew Professor Mitchell considered school the most important thing ever, even over the peaceful atmosphere he tried so hard to maintain in their home. She groaned and set her alarm to an hour later before falling asleep in her outside clothes.

Of course, she didn’t hear the alarm going off and now she was super late. As she fumed to gather all the things she needed for the day she jumped at the sight of Sheila’s head peeking from her not-closed-anymore bedroom door.

“You’re late" she stated with that irritating tone Beca really didn’t want to hear first thing in the morning.

“I know that, thanks” spat out the teenager.

“Let me drive you to school” offered the woman now fully standing in Beca’s room.

“Absolutely not" said Beca without looking at her, still busy looking for her maths' notes.

“You left a notebook in the kitchen the other day, maybe that’s what you’re looking for" told her Sheila before leaving the room.

After getting ready Beca went to the kitchen and found the notes. Sheila was sitting at the kitchen table, probably waiting for her. Beca groaned “okay let’s go" as if she was the one doing the woman a favour.

Beca was sure it was a trap, so she rushed to put her headphones on to avoid any unwanted discussion about her weird behaviour or whatever. Surprisingly Sheila didn’t try to talk to her at all and when she stopped in front of Beca’s school she even offered the girl a sweet smile “have a good day”.

“Yeah...” murmured Beca under her breath before leaving the car.

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 It was a shitty day, like if she was under a heavy cloud; she forgot to charge her phone, her head was killing her and Jesse didn’t shut up for one second all morning, not to mention math class – which was always a nightmare. Beca was about to commit murder when suddenly Chloe approached her at her locker.

“Hey" breathed out cheerfully the redhead and Beca found her breath catching in her lungs “I’ve heard you’re coming to Florida with us this year” she continued with her classic bright smile. Beca’s heart started racing and she was positive her face was red “I- yes, we- uh...” she rambled focusing, on nothing in particular, inside her locker. “I’m glad you’re coming" at that Beca forced herself to look at Chloe and try to mirror her smile.

“Hey babe" she heard Tom call from the other side of the hallway. Chloe turned towards him with heart eyes and accepted his kiss when he reached them. Beca felt nauseous watching that – she hated pda and cheesy happy couples.

When they parted Tom friendly nodded at Beca “hi, I’m Tom" “Beca" she said shaking the hand he offered her. Beca tried to smile at him, she really did, but all she could manage was a grimace. The girl was never so glad to hear Jesse’s “Beccaaawww" approaching her.

“Uhm, sorry, I have to go. It was nice meeting you Tom. Bye Chloe" se excused herself locking the metallic door and walking to Jesse. It was the first time she’d ever said Chloe’s name to her face and was still marvelling at the sensation it gave her, when Jesse started to throw a million words at her again, but she couldn’t focus on him at all. For some reason she kept replaying that stupid kiss in her brain over and over again.

“Earth to Beca?” called her Jesse snapping his fingers in front of her “what happened to you? You’ve been weird the whole day" he asked in a somewhat of a worried tone “I didn’t sleep" she told him “why not? You can talk to me you know” he assured her, but behind him Beca spot Amy in the distance shamelessly gesturing at her with her index finger entering a ring she was making with the other hand “gross...” whispered Beca glaring at her.

“What?” asked the guy confused “dude you need to leave me alone okay? You’re not my fucking boyfriend” she snapped making some students turn to look at them. Jesse was staring at her with a hurt expression and she regretted right away snapping at him – it was Amy’s fault not his.

“All right” he said raising his hands and turning no leave. Beca wanted to stop him, but she was too proud to apologise.

“Troubles in paradise?” asked Amy joining her “Amy fuck off!” “geez somebody woke up on the wrong side of life today" she exclaimed rolling her eyes and walking away, she knew it was best to leave Beca alone when she was like that.

[spiltkpop]

Trouble. [9]

Pairing: Hyuna x Exo ot12 ft. bigbang.

Genre: mafia au! mentions of death, human trafficking angst, mild smut in some parts.

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating: R

Warnings: swearing, fighting, drugs, alcohol, torture.

A/N: um i’m back maybe??? i hate this chapter same with the rest.

It had been a month since the death of Chen, the funeral was 2 weeks ago and it was hard. Even though you were new to the gang, you felt a certain bond to all of the men. Not to mention you’ve slept with a fair bunch of them, all consensual of course.

Suho and Kris were determined it was BigBang’s crew who hired that girl to attack you and Chen and then kill herself. Kris sent Kai, Chanyeol and Luhan to go keep an eye on some of the memebers from Bigbang.

BB was known for human trafficking, they were known for buying women and forcing them to do anything they wanted. Xuimin was facing the worst of it, the loss of his best friend resorted him into losing all hope in humanity. He barely ate, he barely came out of his room. He was a mess.

Baekhyun and Tao we’re constantly trying to help Xuimin in anyway they could. Whether that be helping him shower or bringing him food, taking him out of the house just to get some sunlight.

Kyungsoo was upping up the security around the house and Lay was helping you learn some basic stitches. After that night in the hotel room, you asked him to teach you how to control bleeding and how to stitch yourself. Hopefully you’ll never need it. But in this world, that’s unlikely.

You and Sehun were cooking for the boys when you heard a gunshot from the front of the house and then Chanyeol came running in the house coming to get you, saying they were able to grab a BB member and bring him here. 

Following him out of the house, you walked down a cellar, there were multiple different types of cages, the man they brought in didn’t look familiar at all, however, his eyes, it was like he was begging you. He was tied to a chair, his arms behind his back and feet tied to the legs of the chair, there was a gun shot wound in his leg. That must have been what it was.

“Do you recognize him?” Luhan asked you directing to the man. You didn’t even get a word out before Suho and Kyungsoo came rushing down the cellar stairs pushing you away from the mans eye view.

Kyungsoo was yelling at Chanyeol saying he shouldn’t have brought you down here. Which lead to Suho calling Kris and Lay to come down here as well, quickly you were being pushed into a corner away from the man tied to a chair.

“What the fuck is going on?” You asked. “Who the hell is this and why is everyone upset about me being here?” You demanded, trying to seem tough was hard since lately everyone’s been treating you differently.

“Hyuna, this man, he’s known for human sex trafficking, he’s a member of BigBang and he preys on Women just like yourself, do have you ever seen him before?” Chanyeol brought up since no one else was talking. Everyone was just breathing loudly and glaring at the man tied to the chair.

“I haven’t seen him before, I’ve only seen two of members faces,” you convinced them. Which made the man chuckle slightly.

That angered Suho, he went over to a table you didn’t even notice at the other side of the wall and grabbed a knife. He struck it directly in the mans other leg, causing him to let out a loud yell and hiss. “I dare you to make one more fucking sound that doesn’t come from a question.”

Leaving the knife in, he Suho asked if they searched him and then when they said they did he asked to see his stuff. Kai handed him his wallet and a pack of cigarettes and a phone that the man had on his person.

The phone was dead, which was also a good sign so that no one could track a dead phone, he dropped it onto the concrete floor where it got smashed before kicking it over to the wall. Opening the wallet looking for anything they could use, his face hardened when he seen something.

“What the fuck is this?!” He demanded, grabbing whatever it was and shoving it in the mans face, it was a small pocket sized photo. You couldn’t see what was on it but the men standing behind Suho definitely did and they shared the same mutual anger.

The man looked at the picture, then to you, and then back to Suho. No words. Kris grabbed the picture and then turned and pushed the knife further into his leg, “you were asked a fucking question.” He yelled in his face.

The tied man made a grotesque face before yelling and begging. Weak. “I don’t know how that picture got in there,” He told them.

Which made Kris shove the knife in more, “Bullshit, you’re telling me this photo just appeared in your wallet?” He yelled at him.

“What fucking picture” chanyeol lightly whispered over to me which i just shrugged my shoulders since I couldn’t see it.

Suho heard and handed us the picture. I almost wanted to puke, it was a photo of me. Me tied to a chair, just like he is right now. But there were cuts along my collar bones, my clothes was basically ripped off my body. I was completely disgusted. I couldn’t even bare to look at the photo.

You felt a feeling of anger, and sadness, Lay came over to your other side and gave you a comforting look. “Would you like to head back inside?” he asked you. You shook your head no. You wanted to see this bastard get tortured.

Hours passed by, the sound of yelling and cries but the man was not saying anything. Something sparked in your mind. “Can I try something?” You asked Kyungsoo who was currently interrogating him. He looked at your causiously before nodding, the other men in the room; Sehun who joined, Chanyeol and Luhan stayed behind.

You walked over to the table where his other belongings were, grabbing a his pack of cigarettes, you opened it finding his lighter and grabbed one of the 5 smokes left. “Need a hit?” You turned to him. Putting the smoke in your mouth before lighting it. This caused his eyes to light up. Addict.

The taste of cigarettes in your mouth made you feel gross but you had a plan. You let him take a drag of the cigarette. “What’s your name?” you asked him, which was a small but simple question which would kill him. That is, if the torture doesn’t.

“Don’t act stupid you bitch,” he cussed at you. Spitting at your feet. You turned to the guys at the wall before looking back to the man. Taking the cigarette and putting it out on his neck.

“Wrong answer,” he screamed which made you make a sly smile before grabbing his wallet, looking at his ID. “Seungri.”

[lovelylogans]

PRINCESS BRIDE AU

BC I CAN also i just rewatched it and it’s one of my fav movies so

LOGICALITY/PRINXIETY BUCKLE IT UP

please. please. y’all already know roman is buttercup. upcoming royal??? yeah it’s roman, obvi

westley is virgil. 1. bc he was socially awkward to the point of throwing himself down a hill as a way to communicate to his former love that he’s actually alive, 2. westley’s snark is iconic

logan is inigo. bc he studied for years and years under the greatest swordsmen. like, canonically. boy is inigo. 

patton is fezzik. partially bc i like the idea of gentle giant patton and partially bc of the way he nursed everyone back to health (inigo from drunk stuff, westley from death) and also like he’s so soft and gentle and the end where he gets two white horses???? it’s patton y’all

deceit is humperdinck. on a related note, please let deceit’s canon name be on the level of ridiculousness of humperdinck @ thomas and co i’m begging

vizzini is uhhh. uh. hm. you know what. full absurdity here it’s the dragon witch (you know how the dragon witch was like a throwaway character except i’m basically shoehorning her into every fic i have?)

(the magician and his wife who resurrect westley are now joan and talyn, i don’t make the rules, except i do)

also tw mentions of suicide, and also torture 

ACTUAL PLOT UNDER CUT

so! roman as the slightly bratty upcoming lord of the land or whatever on the farm, and virgil as the farmboy

virgil is a Useless Gay and as such whenever roman asks him to do anything he just “as you wish” and tries hard not to be too obvious about staring at him and covers up his affection with snark

roman, who is an Equally Useless Gay, just kinda. keeps giving virgil these useless commands (”farmboy! ....um. hand me those reigns!” “...the ones... you’re holding?” “THE OTHER REIGNS” “....as you wish”)

eventually roman does a “farmboy. fetch me that pitcher.” and virgil does and whispers “as you wish” and roman grabs him by his lapels and brings him in for a kiss

virgil however fully recognizes that he has to up his social class in order to be with roman so he goes sailing before they can marry but the dread pirate anx attacks

roman is devastated, ofc, and makes the “i’ll never love again” vow

let’s do the time warp again!

five years later!

roman’s accepted a proposal from deceit, bc 1. he’s the prince and 2. if he’s gonna be miserable may as well be miserable in a high social standing, right

plus he always kinda dreamed of being a prince as a kid, didn’t he? maybe this way he can enact some change

it is hard to remember such things when he is trotted out in the public square like a prize goat, but he clings to it regardless

except!

he goes out riding (one of the only things he still loved) before the wedding and gets knocked out by the dragon witch and co.

logan and his husband fiancé boyfriend (?) patton have mostly accepted this job bc they need money, and keep accepting the job bc... well, money

logan swears they’ll get out of it and he’ll find the six-fingered man, and patton doesn’t like the unscrupulousness of it but. well. they have to eat somehow

and he debates with the dragon witch about and he goes “you were not hired for brains!” “but i was,” logan says coolly, sharpening his sword. “and if you speak to him like that again, you’ll see precisely the other reason you hired me.”

yeah they don’t like it

anyways logan starts the fast/alas harm/charm rhyme game with patton to cheer him up. and then they keep it up bc it annoys the dragon witch

roman wakes up and logan notices someone following him (spoiler it’s virgil) and the dragon witch threatens roman. everyone on the boat hates the dragon witch, basically

but roman jumps into the shrieking eel-infested waters, swimming to the boat, bc as miserable as he is he doesn’t wanna be murdered for a war

patton ends up smacking the eel on the nose and bringing roman into the boat, huddling over him protectively and asking if he’s okay

roman gives him a why would you care look, and patton gives him some extra food as sympathy

the CLIFFS of INSANITY!!

and patton climbs them all up, shortly followed by the Mysterious Masked Man

“INCONCEIVABLE!!” and the dragon witch cuts the rope, and the masked man managed to cling to the rocks

the dragon witch makes to leave logan behind and patton looks anxious and logan smiles and shakes his head and says “i’ll be fine” “just... be careful, okay? people in masks can’t be trusted” and they kiss and the dragon witch urges patton and roman on

basically as soon as the dragon witch is out of earshot logan calls down to him

“slow going?” “look, i don’t mean to be rude, but this isn’t as easy as it looks. i’d appreciate if you didn’t distract me.” “sorry.” “thank you”

five seconds later... “i don’t suppose you could speed things up?” “look, if you’re in such a hurry, you could throw down some rope or something?” “well i’m not sure if you’d accept. i mostly want you to speed up so i can fight you. potentially to the death.” “...that does put a damper on our relationship.”

ten seconds later... “look, okay, i’ll throw down the rope, and step back from it.” “why do you want to help me so bad?” “well, that sword you’re carrying.” and then he goes on a tirade of how that exact blade and how beat up it is etc. is evidence of a good swordsman and it’s been  a g e s  since logan’s had a good duel

“...all right, fine. anyone told you, you talk too much?” “i could rescind that rope offer--” “on seCOND THOUGHT”

so virgil reaches the top and logan offers him a breather until they duel, and logan lays out his backstory in all kinds of matter-of-fact language

he tells the story of the six-fingered man after virgil catches him looking closely at his hands, and explains that he went from studying sword-making to sword-fighting after the death of his father, along with the twin scars on his face

he also explains the whole “we’re working with the witch to pay the bills” kind of thing and also patton

“you seem a decent fellow. i hate to kill you.” “you seem a decent fellow. i hate to die.”

do yourself a favor watch the swordfight again it’s glorious (that link also includes the inigo/westley convo)

logan, a nerd, lists off the routines. virgil, also a nerd, offers counterpoints

it’s the debate, basically. it’s their debate but with swords

“who are you?” “no one of consequence.” “i must know.” “get used to disappointment.”

logan gets his sword knocked out of his hand, and very matter-of-factly says “kill me quickly. and tell patton--tell patton--”

“i’m not going to kill you, for goodness sake’s. i’ve never had an equal like this. however, i can’t have you following me, either.” and whacks logan over the head

meanwhile, they see virgil coming up over the hill, and the dragon witch takes roman and leaves patton (who is worrying VERY MUCH as if he got past logan then--)

virgil comes up over the hill to a rock thrown at him and smashed very near his head. he whirls around, bringing up the sword, and patton emerges from behind the rock, another rock uplifted.

“what did you do with logan?!”

“he’s alive, just unconscious.”

“oh thank god,” and he lowers the rock, beaming. “this business is so dangerous the only reason we stick with it is because we’re broke” “well, understandable. i did the same for five years.”

“...so, uh, what now?” “i just kinda figured. well. i don’t want that nice prince to die. if you’re trying to save him, you can knock me out. i’ll kneel to make it easier for you, if you like.” “well that’s very kind of you”

ft. battle of iocaine powder, with a blindfolded roman, and virgil smirking as the dragon witch rattles off the varieties of reasoning (”you fell victim to one of the classic blunders!”) and eventually swaps glasses and dies anyways

virgil crosses over and unties the blindfold

“who are you?” “no one to trifle with. and that’s all you need to know.” “to think--yours was poisoned!” “no. i’ve spent the past five years building up an immunity to iocaine powder.”

eventually virgil lets roman stop to catch his breath and roman promises ransom, adding that deceit is a fantastic tracker

“you admit to me you do not love your fiancé” “he knows i do not love him” “are not capable of it, you mean” and roman draws himself up to his full height

“i have loved more deeply than a killer like yourself could ever dream--”

virgil snarls and pulls roman along, keeping going before they get caught by deceit

eventually roman snaps that he knows he’s the dread pirate anx, admit it! and virgil does, and roman snarls that he can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces, etc etc etc

virgil, kind of testing him, asks about the love that he apparently killed. who is “poor and perfect, with the most beautiful eyes” and they bicker more and more, virgil saying “i remember this farm boy, i think.” and talking a game about how he died well and said “please. please, i need to live.” because he had true love

they bicker more and more and roman screams “i DIED that day!” and they see deceit’s horses, and roman snarls “you can die too for all i care before shoving him down the hill

“AAAAAS..... YOUUUUUUU... WIIIIIIIIISH”

and roman immediately throws himself down the hill after him

deceit realizes they’re heading to the fire swamp

roman and virgil have their sappy reunion “you’re alive! if you want, i can fly!” and the “death cannot stop true love. only delay it for a while” 

and then... fire swamp

roman gets a bit singed by the fire, and virgil explains how he took the dread pirate anx is actually multiple people; ryan, cummerbund, etc etc, while carrying roman through the forest. and then he sets him down and basically immediately roman gets sucked into lightning sand, and then the rous’

they make it out of the fire swamp and straight into deceit’s calvalcade, ft. six-fingered man

“you mean you wish to surrender to me? very well, i accept”

but also roman sees them trying to kill virgil and basically surrenders so they promise not to hurt him

“i thought you were dead once. it almost destroyed me. i can’t do it again.” and deceit whisks him onto his horse before he can say a proper goodbye to virgil

virgil gets knockt out and taken to the pit of despair

(fun fact: the henchperson in the pit of despair in the movie terrified me so much as a kid, oh my god)

anyways they clean his wounds and basically prep him for the Death Machine

roman, meanwhile, is moping quietly around the castle, as deceit basically covers for it with his father’s failing health. roman has stress dreams and nightmares about the wedding, before he marches to deceit’s office and declares that he will be dead by the morning after their wedding

deceit simpers that he could never cause roman grief, and they’ll alert virgil’s ship, etc., all that, and casts some shade, but roman stays strong. eventually they make a deal that if virgil wants roman, sure, but if not, please consider deceit as an alternative to death.

deceit reveals that he hired the dragon witch, as they walk to the pit of despair, and the six-fingered man starts virgil up on the Torture

after that, logan and patton (since reunited) are having a merry old time knocking people out in the thieves’ forest and avoiding arrest, when patton at last reveals the discovery of the six-fingered man

CHANGE OF PLANS, logan declares, and basically drags patton into this plan. he also needs, well, another swordsman, so he may as well go looking for...

virgil! who is Suffering, highkey, when deceit struts into the room. roman has since figured out his letters to virgil haven’t been sent, and he is. Angry About It, which makes deceit Angry at him and roman has basically been locked away until the wedding

back to virgil! as deceit is ranting about the true love, which is a once in a century ordeal, and so deceit snarls “then no man in a century will suffer as greatly as you will” and cranks the machine up to fifty

and uh. he ded y’all

not before screaming loud enough for basically the whole country to hear, including logan and patton!

who move towards the screaming, and are basically like “well, we’re in the middle of a forest, now what” until they stumble along the henchperson, who gets Knocked soundly along the head until he reveals the pit

they cart out virgil’s body to joan and talyn, and logan basically tells them that it would greatly displease deceit and so they have their whole thing (and TO BLAAAVE, which means to bluff! and rewatch the whole situation because it’s so funny and also like. oh my god. joan and talyn as miracle max and valerie)

so they get him the little chocolate covered miracle pill and haul virgil out

“bye bye, boys! have fun storming the castle!”

they feed him the miracle pill, but, uh, virgil’s physicality is....... incredibly limited

“let me explain! no, there’s too much. roman’s marrying deceit’s in less than half an hour. so we gotta break into the castle. and i have to kill count rogen.”

“great. the only trouble is i can’t move and there are sixty guards on that door”

basically they come up with the whole, like, demon entrance plan, which is hilarious, and come upon the head guard

“give us the gate key.” “i have no gate key.” “i see. patton, tear his arms off.” “oh you mean this gate key!”

wedding is happening, which.

“mawwaige..... mawwage is what bwings us togezzer... today.”

oh my god. oh my god it’s the precursor to the hewwo meme

anyways they keep talking “wuvvvvv.... TWU wuv!” and deceit snaps they speed up for it and they get the shortest vows ever

deceit gets roman taken to the honeymoon suite by his parents and he goes racing out to face virgil, logan, and patton, who is carrying virgil

in comes the six-fingered man, and six guards, who logan slays with ease

“hello. my name is logan sanders. you killed my father. prepare to die.”

dude fuckin sprints outta there, and logan follows

meanwhile, patton continues calmly carrying virgil until logan starts shouting for him to break down a door

patton gently installs virgil into the arms of a knight thing and stops logan from basically knocking his head against the door, before punching it down for him, and going back to get virgil

roman’s being escorted by the queen, who he gently kisses on the cheek

“what was that for?”

“you’ve always been so kind to me. and i’ll be killing myself once we reach the honeymoon suite.”

“....won’t that be nice. HE KISSED ME!”

logan has his Badass Fight and gets jabbed pretty bad in the stomach, but not before enacting his awesome revenge

roman dully enters the suite, and preps to stab himself in the chest, until he hears a voice from the bed

“there are very few perfect chests in the world. it’d be a pity to damage yours.”

“VIRGIL! OH, VIRGIL!”

and he rushes to kiss and hug him, and basically virgil reveals he can’t move all that much right now and is in a fair bit of pain

“won’t you forgive me?” “what did you do?” “i got married” “well, did you say i do?” “well... no.” “then you didn’t get married. don’t you agree, highness?”

and roman whirls around to see deceit

and virgil gives the badass to the pain speech

god it’s so. yes.

and virgil manages to stumble to his feet and hold out his sword, snarling “drop. your. sword.”

it’s scary enough that deceit basically immediately forfeits, and roman ties him up, beaming

logan stumbles into the room, holding his stomach “where’s patton?!” “i thought he was with you!” 

and they hear patton calling from the window, beaming and holding the reigns to four white horses

and they uh... happily ever after, running away together, to Be Gay and Do Crime

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Dance to this

Genre: Hoseok x reader, college!au, fluff, lil angst

Listen to Dance to this by: Troye sivan ft Ariana Grande for the full experience

Summary: You go out with your friends to have a good time. You love taking risks when you are a little tipsy, so when you see a guy (hoseok) dancing alone to a song that is supposedly supposed to be a couple’s dance, you hesitate to dance with him.

Author’s note: I was inspired by hobi’s little video doing the #inmyfeelingschallenge. Also, this is actually a true story that happened to me hehe… Not with hobi (ofcourse), but with another guy. It’s probably the most romance I’ve ever had throughout my college career.

Word count: 3,573

gif credits goes to the rightful owner, not mine.

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It’s been a while since you’ve gone out with your friends. You’ve been busy writing papers and completing assignments for your classes to go out and have fun for the past few weeks. Usually you’d go out to bars and clubs, but tonight your group of friends have decided to dress up and go to a gala. Sana was in the sorority that was hosting the gala.

To be very honest, it doesn’t really matter where you go. If you were with your friends and had enough alcohol in your system to make you feel a little tipsy, you can have a good time. Before you leave Mijoo’s apartment, you all pregamed. It doesn’t take much alcohol for you to feel it. Your alcohol tolerance was pretty low. You enjoyed the feeling that it gives you. You always got a little wild and flirty. It gives you more confidence to do things that you would never do sober, usually things that you would regret not doing; sometimes it can be the things that you would regret doing when you wake up in the morning too.

It is another cold February night, but the coldness only helped the adrenaline inside you grow. Hopping your way to the party. You’re always one to embarrass your friends, and they love that about you. When you got to the entrance of the building you could feel the blasting music vibrating around you. You can feel it in your chest. It’s as if the music has gotten into your system and it’s now pounding inside your veins.

You never come on time to the party. It was some sort of unwritten rule that almost everybody knows about. You always have to come at least an hour or 2 hours late to the party. That’s when everybody arrives, and that’s when things get lit. You made that mistake back during your freshman year in college when you arrived at a party right on time. You and your friends had to stay in the car as you waited for your other friends to arrive. Of course, they came an hour later. Apparently, you didn’t get the memo until it was already too late. Rookie mistake.

It’s a good thing that you love to dance, or the alcohol inside your system would’ve knocked you out a long time ago. You tend to get very sleepy if you aren’t doing anything active when you consume alcohol. You weren’t the best dancer, but nobody cares what moves you bring to the dance floor because everyone is here to have a good time.

 “It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this!” Lisa yells across the little circle that you and your group of friends have created.

“I know! I’m so happy! I love this song,” you scream back feeling the song. You love it when the DJ plays a song that you knew. Mouthing the words to the song is the best part about dancing. Right now, it’s more like you screaming the lyrics of the song at the top of your lungs.

The dance floor was getting hotter as more people came to fill up the empty spaces. You’ve always wondered why there were always people sitting and standing outside of the dance floor. You thought it was kind of stupid for someone to waste $15-$20 dollars to come into a party, and then just spend the night sitting or standing because they “don’t dance” or they’re “too shy.” Might as well go sit and stand at some place that doesn’t cost $20 dollars to get in. That’s why you love it when people do something even though they can’t. They do it because they want to, not because they can.

“How are y’all feelin’ tonight?!” The DJ sings into the microphone. The crowd including you screams “whoo!” towards the DJ.

“Great!! So, Valentine’s day was this past Wednesday. Y’all got your bae with you tonight?!” About half of the crowd screamed, “yeah!” while the other half screamed, “boooo!”

“Well we’re gonna slow it down for the couples for a while. Happy Valentine’s day Everybody!” You can hear some people still booing the DJ as you and your group of friends walk out of the dance floor.

You didn’t like couple dances, they were usually boring and slow, and you come to these events to get lit. It’s not exciting or fun; you found it corny and cheesy. Lowkey, you hate it because you didn’t have a lover. However, you like it because it was like a water break session for you. You usually take this time to go and drink some water and rest for a bit until you go back onto the dance floor and show off your questionable moves.

Sometimes you would go and sit down with your friends and watch the couples dance on the dance floor, and sometimes you would slow dance with all your friends. This time, you and your friends decided to dance all together.

A guy came up to your small dance circle and asks Lisa if he could dance with her. Lisa was flustered at the unexpected event and hesitated to answer. She looked into your small circle and back at the mysterious man. Before she could answer anything, Sana pushes her towards the boy. “Go!” all of you scream, giving her the biggest smile. She turns around and gave the group the ‘I’m gonna kill you later’ look.

“I love this song,” you say to your small group. There was only Mijoo, Sana, and you left in the small circle. “I feel like this song is too upbeat for a slow couple dance,” You say still wrapping your arms around the two girls. They nod to agree. You look at Lisa and the boy as you sing along to, Dance to This. She was so pretty in her pink long dress. Her slim body goes well with the slits on her long dress. You wish you had long, thin legs like her, but you were stuck with short ones.

“Wow, look at him dance!” you exclaim as your eyes glue onto a mysterious man, dancing alone to the song. His moves were so smooth and slick you couldn’t help but drop your jaw and stare at him. There weren’t that many people around him. He was on the edge of the dance floor, a little closer to the tables where people go and sit. It doesn’t look like he wanted to be the center of attention. If he wanted people to look at him, he’d be in the center of the dance floor forming a big circle of people to look at him. To be very honest, he didn’t need to be in the center of the dance floor for people to notice him. There are a handful of people who have taken notice of his slick moves.

“Oh my gosh! He’s good!” Sana admires the mysterious man. He wore a white dress shirt with black dress pants. It’s a basic outfit that any guy would wear to a dance, but why does he look so good in it? He moves his body so smoothly and sharp like a snake dancing around his prey waiting to strike. He was dancing alone, but he was dancing alone to a couple dance.

“I want to dance with him!” you feel the urge inside you bubbling up. “Should I go??” you hesitate. You feel so nervous. Your heart was pounding faster and faster as Mijoo and Sana encouraged you to go for it. The more you thought about taking the chance to dance with him, the more you feel the adrenaline inside you burst out. You love the feeling of getting excited because you’re going to do something wild. You love feeling like you’re living on the edge. This kind of feeling makes you feel like you’re living your life to the fullest.

“I don’t know. I’m shy!”

“Bitch, you’re never shy!” Mijoo corrects you. She’s not lying. You’re never going to get a chance like this ever, you thought. He’s a complete stranger, anyways. Out of your group of friends, you were the one to most likely do these “crazy” things.

“I’m going!” you run to the mysterious man as the song reaches the bridge. You hear Sana and Mijoo screeching and yelling, “Yes bitch! Go!”

You ran a little too fast, you couldn’t stop yourself on time, and ended up smashing into his body. He looked a little flustered but held onto your body to keep you from falling. You looked at him with a smile and he smiled back. It was dark, but you could see that he was handsome. His eyes were big, and it formed crescent moons as he smiled at you. He had a thin nose that matched his jawline.

Suddenly, you feel and embarrassed. What am I doing? I don’t even know how to dance, and he’s so good! You thought to yourself. You feel as if you’ve made a mistake. Maybe you should’ve just stayed back and watch him from the distance. All your insecurities are suddenly stabbing you in the back and punching your face. “I don’t know how to dance,” you shyly confess. The song was coming towards the middle.

“It’s okay!” He looks away from you and closes his eyes. “I got you. Follow my lead!” He says in a sarcastic tone that feels as if it’s a mission, and his life depended on finishing the task. He takes your hands and the both of you spin around on the dance floor. He spun you around until your arms were straight and then you folded your arms spinning to him. Your bodies meet again. You were face to face with him. His smile grew wider making his eyes crinkle, that made you feel like everything was okay. He had one hand on your right hand and hugged your waist with the other hand. It seems that he’s familiar with some swing dancing moves; you weren’t anything close to familiar, though. You were a hot mess. You stayed that way for a good 5 seconds before he spun you around to the other side. Then he pulls you back to him. You were facing away from him as he held your waist and swayed back and forth. You can feel his breath on your neck as he laughed with you. You turn to him so that you were face to face with him. The both of you continue to spin around and sway back and forth to the beat of the music.

He pulls you close as the music slows down to the bridge. He was breathing heavily, and you were too. “Ready for the finale?” he looks down at you with a grin.

“Finale? What?” confused and lost. He doesn’t explain. Instead, he swings his body away from yours making you yelp.

This time, instead of you just spinning he also spins towards you. The both of you go under each other’s arms and ended up on the opposite sides. You do this again. He lets go of your hand and you’re spinning alone for a quick second then he catches you. The both of you travel through the space of the dance floor swinging around like there was no tomorrow. You weren’t even sure what you were doing, but with him, every move felt so sure. It’s like you were flowing peacefully with the tides of the sea. He spins you around his body holding one of your hands, you meet his body for a quick second before he swings you away from his body and pulls you back.

He was breathing heavily, and you were too. He looked at you and smiled widely; you did the same to him too. You can tell that these moves were meant to be sarcastic like you and him were imitating how couples dance in movies. Either way, you can tell that he enjoyed it as much as you. Slowly, you came back to reality as he parts his body away from you.

“Thank you,” he bows down like a gentleman. His voice was sincere like you saved him from an embarrassment.

“I had fun,” you smile back at him, still holding his hand. “Thanks for being an awesome partner.” You say it in his ear. You were so close to him, you can smell his cologne. You quickly part your body away from him.

A part of you wanted to stay longer, but that’ll just make things awkward, so you run off to Sana and Mijoo.

“Oh my gosh! That was crazy!!” Mijoo shrieks.

“Y/N! You actually danced with him!” Lisa ran to the group. “Y’all looked legit! Like you guys came out of a movie!”

“Dude! I had no idea what I was doing! It was all him!” you confess. “I knew that if I didn’t dance with him, then I’d never get a chance like this anymore.”

“Did you get his name?” Sana asks.

“Shit! I forgot to ask for his name! Dammit!” you suddenly remember that you never asked for his name.

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Later that night when the party was almost done, you spot him again.

“I see him!” you say to the girls, eyes still on him. They turn to look at your direction.

“You should go ask for his name!” Mijoo suggested. It was almost time for the gala to be over anyways. You’ll never know what his name is if you don’t ask for it now. You’re most likely never going to see him again.

“Okay!” you walk towards him. His back is turned to you, so he doesn’t see you walking towards him. He’s walking towards a table. You see him taking a seat next to a girl. She wore a silver sparkly dress. Her hair was up like a princess, except there was no tiara on her head. Was she his date? You thought. You felt a little embarrassed. If you could turn around and pretend this didn’t happen you would’ve, but it was too late for you to do that.

Again, he looked flustered as he sees you. He seemed happy to see you again.

“I never got your name,” you say trying not to make things even more awkward.

“Oh, it’s Hoseok. Jung Hoseok,” he replies to you reaching his hand out to you for a hand shake.

“Hoseok?” you say confirming it. He nods. His curly brown hair bounces on his head. “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” you reach out to shake his hand.

You let go of his hand. “Well, I gotta go. Nice dancing with you,” you shyly wave bye to him backing away.

“Yeah. It was nice,” you hear him say as you run to your friends.

Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. That was his name. You stay up all night thinking about the events that happened tonight. Your head was still spinning, but that was probably the alcohol that was still in your system. You keep thinking about him though. You couldn’t believe that you actually did that. You’re satisfied with the night. This is something that you’d regret if you didn’t do. If you didn’t dance with him, you’d probably replay that memory and think about how you could’ve approached him. You would be wishing that you had more guts to go up to him and dance with him. You’d wonder what it would’ve felt like to have that much courage to actually dance with him.

You wonder if he had a lover. Was he in love with someone else? Is he thinking of you now, too? You wonder if the pretty girl in the silver dress had a thing with him. What if you saw him again and he remembers you? You shake these thoughts from your head.

“What the fuck, Y/N? Stop being so cheesy and think like a regular human being!” you scolded yourself, turning to your side. You gag at yourself for feeling tingly inside.

He’s probably forgotten you already. It was all just in the moment, with the music and the dark dim lights; don’t forget the alcohol. You’re a stranger to him just like how he’s one to you. You only know his name, and he’s probably forgotten yours. Besides, you had all that make up on your face, so he’d probably walk right past you if you were to see him again on the streets. Deep, deep inside, you wish that he would remember you though.

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It’s been about a month since the day of the gala. The semester was getting hectic due to final exams and papers. You’re tired and exhausted as you drive your way home. Luckily the snow had already melted; well most of it.

Like every other memory, it’s been buried in the back of your mind. You were too busy with real life problems than spending your time thinking about Hoseok, the mysterious cute guy. You’re pretty used to having small crushes on boys and falling out of that quick little phase. He was the same as every other boy that you’ve had small crushes on. You’ve only seen him once anyways, and he’s probably not even a student at your university.

All you want to do is take a nice long shower and fall deep asleep. You turn on the radio to help keep you awake. There weren’t that many cars, but enough for you to stay alerted. You didn’t live far from the campus, which you are glad. That means you get extra time to sleep.

You sing along to the song on the radio as you turn left heading home. Midway through the song, you realize that this was the same song that you danced to with him, Hoseok.

You suddenly feel something warm and bubbly inside of you. All the memories of that night came flashing back. You feel all the emotions you felt during that moment with him; Exciting, courageous, like there’s no tomorrow.

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When you get home, you stare at your phone. You’ve already opened your facebook app. It’s as if you had a brain fart. You’re staring at your phone a little too long.

“Did you forget something?” Lisa, your roommate, asks. She’s sitting on her staring right at you.

“What?” you ask as if you haven’t been staring at your phone blankly.

“You’ve been staring at your facebook feed for a good 2 minutes now, Y/N,” Lisa stares at you with a ‘I’m not that stupid’ look.

“I just- I just forgot why I opened my facebook app,” you lie.

Lisa pauses and stares at you as if you were 40 feet away, “Sure.” The blondie responds and continues to type whatever she was typing on her computer.

You rip your eyes away from your roommate and stare at your phone again. Slowly, you type down his name and press enter. You’re not sure why your heart is racing fast. A few profiles pop up and you’re looking at it, but you can’t find him. Then you see the familiar dark brown hair and the big brown eyes. The same ones that you met on the dance floor.

‘Jung Hoseok,’ you read. You click on the profile and it was him. You forgot how cute he was, or maybe you were too drunk to remember. He seems to be a very fun person to hang out with. You see that he does go to your school. He’s involved with a lot of clubs. You wonder why you’ve never met him or seen him before. Maybe he just transferred to the school this year, you thought.

Then you see a picture of Hoseok with the pretty girl that was with him that night. He was holding her by the waist, smiling big, and she had her hands around the nape of his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. You read the captions and it says, “It’s official.”

You let out a sigh and realize that you were holding your breath. You’re not sure why your chest feels heavy. It’s not like you knew the guy, or even had a shot with him. You laugh mentally to yourself. This isn’t a movie. He’s not Prince Charming searching for Cinderella. To be very honest, you’d hate it if anyone ever did such a stupid thing. Prince Charming barely even knew Cinderella.

You sink into your bed, and your blankets devour you whole. You still feel the heaviness in your chest, but you smile. You’re happy. You didn’t get the prince charming in the end, but you gained courage. You became prince charming. Not many people are willing to do what you did. There were many people on that dance floor and there were many sitting in that room, but it was you who went up to him and danced with him. He could’ve rejected you and everything could’ve gotten awkward quickly, but it didn’t.

If you weren’t brave enough to go up to him, he would’ve just been the cute guy who danced well in your memories. He could’ve been the stupid guy who was dancing alone to a couple’s dance. Instead, he’s the cute guy you had enough balls to dance with. You were prince charming coming to save Cinderella. Although he did save your ass from embarrassing yourself with your ‘interesting’ dance moves. It was better than nothing.

It was better than nothing.

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Author’s note: Hello! Thank you for reading this! I really appreciate it! Sorry if it was kind of boring. Like I said in my author’s note up there, it’s a true story that happened to me. I have no love life, haha. I never planned to make this into a story because I thought it was kind of boring, but Hobi did the #inmyfeelingschallenge and I’m not going to lie, I stayed up all night watching that video on replay haha... I also really like Troye and Ari’s new song, so I decided to write it out like this to get it out of my system. The song I was dancing to with that dude was actually A thousand years part 2 by Christina Perri ft steve kazee. He seems to be in some ballroom dancing class because he looked legit! He knew what he was doing! we were dancing in a waltz style kind of dance idk man, but I knew I had to dance with him because he danced so gracefully alone and I had to dance with him. I never looked him up on social media though. It was because I forgot his name...haha... This is probably tmi and nobody probably cares, but here it is anyways. This note is getting too long. I should stop. 

[nitemice]

Hey, here's my latest post over on my main blog:

For those who have been wondering “what ever happened to Skye Sweetnam?”, here’s a surprise for you. Sumo Cyco is a punk rock/metal band out of Toronto, where Skye Sweetnam now resides as lead singer, under the alter ego of Sever. With MD13 (Matt Drake) on lead guitar and Thor (Ken Corke) on bass guitar, Sumo Cyco have produced two albums, a live EP, a number of cover singles and a tonne of music videos. I had intended to write a review of their first album, but by the time I got to it, their next album was just around the corner, so here’s a review of that instead.

When I first discovered Sumo Cyco, I was a bit horrified at the turn Skye Sweetnam’s musical style had taken. But after giving it a chance, I actually started to really enjoy it. And when you consider the transition from Noise From The Basement to Sound Soldier, you start to see how she got here; From punk pop, to punk rock, to punk metal. This evolution makes even more sense when you find out that some of the other members of Sumo Cyco used to be part of Skye’s tour band. Skye has said that her aim with Sumo Cyco was “to be able to sing any style..[and] to not feel constricted by genre”, which shows in the variety present on both Lost In Cyco City (Sumo Cyco’s first album) and Opus Mar (their second album). Sometimes it can border on screamo or growling, sometimes it sounds like rap, and sometimes it can feel more like power pop, but mostly it falls under the general banner of metal. Skye herself has classed the band’s music generally as “dancehall metal”, inspired by UK band Skindred . I’m no heavy metal connoisseur, but I can tell you Sumo Cyco produces a punchy, yet danceable fusion of punk metal with any number of other styles in any given song. So even if you don’t much like some song, you’re likely to find one you do (unless you can’t stand rock/metal at all, in which case, this is not the band for you).

As I mentioned, I was going to review Sumo Cyco’s first album, Lost In Cyco City, but I never quite got around to it. Suffice to say, I liked its unique blend of fiery, soaring vocals with shredding guitars and body-shaking drums. Surprisingly, it reminded me, in parts, of some of Paramore’s really early stuff, but with less emo and more metal. So when I heard they were crowdfunding a new album through PledgeMusic, I was excited but cautious. While I enjoyed their first album, much of the music Sumo Cyco had released before that had been much heavier, and I was worried this new album might tip into territory outside my comfort zone. Ultimately though, the main thing that stopped me from pre-ordering was the cost. Shipping to Australia, plus a poor exchange rate, meant a copy of the CD alone would have set me back just under AU$50, which is just too much for a CD. Instead, I spent the first few weeks after the album came out repeatedly listening to it on Spotify. Now that I’m convinced of its quality, I’ll be buying it directly.

Sumo Cyco also posted a series of videos explaining the meaning and writing process behind each track on Opus Mar. I wrote most of this review before watching those videos, so I could give you my uninfluenced impressions and interpretation of the songs, but I did watch them later, so I could give a more definitive comment on the message of each song. Before watching the videos, I was a bit worried that hearing their meaning might make me dislike some of the tracks. However, it turned out that it only made me like most track even more.

As with my other album reviews, I’ve listed previous songs each track reminds me of (by Sumo Cyco or just Skye Sweetnam), with the album they come from, a rank for each track on this album, as well as a short comment about each track. Plus there’s an overview of the album as a whole at the bottom.

1. Anti-Anthem

Reminds me of: My Name Is Rock N’ Roll [Lost In Cyco City], Interceptor [Interceptor] Rank on this album: 4 A perfect opening track, Anti-Anthem sets the tone for the whole album, with its blend of punk rock, heavy metal and modern pop elements. It starts with faux radio noise, which instantly reminds me of the previous album, which also used effects like this to open. It’s a bit of a misnomer, but the band claims this was on purpose, because it’s arrogant to declare your own song an anthem. But the meaning behind it runs deeper than that, being about the plight of stateless refugees, with literally “no place to go”. The vocals really open up towards the end, and the track closes with more sample dialogue.

2. Free Yourself

Reminds me of: Brave [Lost In Cyco City] Rank on this album: 1 Probably the catchiest track on the whole album, Free Yourself stuck in my head from the moment I heard it. With a heavy rocking intro, memorable chorus, relentless drums, and slick guitar riffs, this song is a perfect illustration of why I love this band. If you want to introduce Sumo Cyco to a friend, this would be my go-to track. It’s a fantastic anthem of self-reliance and looking to yourself for strength, rather than outside world.

3. Move Mountains ft. Benji Webbe

Reminds me of: (Let’s Get Movin’) Into Action [Sound Soldier], Like A Killer [Lost In Cyco City] Rank on this album: 9 Tracks with featured artists are often divisive, and Move Mountains is no different. On the one hand, it’s an epic song with a dead simple, yet catchy hook, thumping drums and bass beats. I think I even heard a Wilhelm scream in there! On the other hand, Benji’s vocal part stands in stark contrast to Sever’s. While stylistically similar, his sound is so different and just wasn’t something I much enjoyed. For me, Skye’s vocals are one of the main points of attraction, so anything that reduces that is bad in my book. That said, I understand that it was a really big deal for the band to have one of their idols perform with them on the album (Benji Webbe is the frontman for Skindred), and the track grew on me. I can imagine a really awesome superhero-based music video for this song, which I hope gets made one day.

4. Passengers

Reminds me of: We Ride [Lost In Cyco City], Mercy [Live Sessions 1] Rank on this album: 11 Passengers delivers heavily on the two big themes of this album: the need for social change on Earth, and trains. It paints a vivid picture of how the earth is being destroyed, and we are all just passengers, along for the ride. It implores listeners to stop ignoring what’s happening and “fight for the promised land”. Even though they’re Canadian, the band said this track was also partially influenced by the USA election of 2016. Musically, Passengers delivers shredding guitars and drums, with a strange Maroon 5-esque bridge with electronic vocals.

5. Brave II

Reminds me of: Crowd Control (Do What We Want) [Lost In Cyco City] Rank on this album: 5 Apart from its name, Brave II shares little in common with Brave, my favourite track from the original album. This song wears its meaning quite clearly on its sleeve, talking openly about the rise of conflict, extremism and echo chambers that exist in the world today. It encourages the listener to fight this wave of fear and anger with love, tolerance and open-mindedness. It would make a perfect backing track to a protest video. The band have said that the song was also influenced by the numerous shooting that have taken place in recent years in music venues, and is about having the guts to keep on doing what you want to, rather than living in fear or terror.

6. Sleep Tight

Reminds me of: Hypocrite [Noise From The Basement], Human [Sound Soldier], Cry Murder [Lost In Cyco City] Rank on this album: 7 Sleep Tight opens with a softly-spoken intro, back by an endless guitar riff, which gives way to smashing guitar, and screaming verses. The bridge has a weird disco vibe to it. This song is about how money serves as the unspoken motivator for many, and how it drives marketing and the media to pull the wool over our eyes, in aid of capitalism.

7. Rivalry

Reminds me of: The Ugly [Lost In Cyco City], Shot To Pieces [Noise From The Basement] Rank on this album: 2 Based on the experience of a fan dealing with suicide and depression, Rivalry is about facing your inner demons, and using music to fight the negativity. It’s solid rock all the way, with a punchy, pseudo-rap break for a bridge. Glitch effects and distortion add extra colour to vocals, which reminds me of the last Garbage album, except they work really well here.

8. Kids of Calamity

Reminds me of: Fuel My Fire [Lost In Cyco City], Danger [Danger] Rank on this album: 12 Like it’s compatriots, Kids of Calamity focuses on the need for social change in the world. Specifically, in the way the previous generation is leaving the planet for the next. It is a call to arms for this new generation, to rise up and be better.

9. Won’t Put Me Out

Reminds me of: Go Go Go [Lost In Cyco City], Permanent Holiday (Locked in the Trunk of His Car) [Live Sessions 1] Rank on this album: 6 With one of the calmest opening by Sumo Cyco’s standards, Won’t Put Me Out is a slow burn that builds through call-and-response verses. Ironically, this track is about being in the zone, on stage. There’s a great, stompy guitar riff that gives the track a vague tribal vibe.

10. Words

Reminds me of: Fighter [Lost In Cyco City], Ultra [Sound Soldier] Rank on this album: 3 Wordscombines fast, rapped verses with a simple, yet endlessly catchy chorus hook. The thing that sucked me in was the pop culture references in the first verse. The track, which is about the way people twist each other’s words when they fight, closes quite appropriately with distorted vocals seemingly glitching out.

11. The Broadcasters (Murdering by Radio)

Reminds me of: Where Do We Go? [Where Do We Go?], We Ride [Lost In Cyco City] Rank on this album: 8 The Broadcasters starts, unsurprisingly, with the sound of a radio tuning. It’s mostly rap, backed by a gruff chant, that builds to each chorus, with soaring vocals in the bridge.

12. Rally

Reminds me of: Limp [Limp] Rank on this album: 13 Rally opens with a racing guitar riff, which never lets up. A call-and-response chorus and crashing cymbals help keep the pace. The ending is a refreshing surprise, with light acoustic guitar and sweet vocals.

13. Building Castles

Reminds me of: Scary Love [Sound Soldier], Loose Cannon [Loose Cannon] Rank on this album: 10 Building Castles tries to end the album on a high, positive note, talking about the reward for pushing through times of struggle. With a complex instrumental intro, and a bridge that reminded me of Lady Gaga, or Yiddish music full of running arpeggios, musically Sumo Cyco furfills their goal. The train metaphor is completed as the song fades out to railway noise.

As a whole, Opus Mar flows really well. When I first listened to it, I didn’t even notice the transition between some of the track. It feels like one continuous musical journey, with endless variety and passion. In that way, it sort of reminded me of a live set, but much cleaner and crisper than live albums characteristically are. That said, each track stands well on its own, with some really coming into their own when listened to apart from the rest of the album.

Skye Sweetnam has always packed her lyrics dense with meaning and references, and with the amount of rap on Opus Mar, that’s truer than ever before. Yet every song still has a catchy, strong, and memorable chorus. All the song seems to be going at a million miles an hour; much faster than the last album, which had some pockets of solid, calm groove. Every track on this album also seems to have a bridge of one sort or another, be it in the form of a rap break, or a brief interlude in a totally different musical style, which really helps keeps some of the tracks feeling fresh. Skye’s voice have always been amazing, and this album is no exception. That said, her sweeping, sweet yet powerful vocals are far less common on this album. As mentioned, it has a lot more rap and gruff metal voice than the last album, which will not be to everyone’s taste. For me, the addition of these elements wasn’t as off-putting as the loss of what they supplant. Although the scarcity does make those rare moments all the more powerful.

Many of the trimmings of modern music are here: reverb, distortion, glitch effects and the like. However, while these sorts of tricks are often employed to disappointing or plain-out distracting ends, they all seems to fit quite comfortably here. They’ve been used in ways that suit the style of music, and are appropriate within each track.

One thing I was surprised by, and on reflection sort of impressed by, is the fact that there are no explicit tracks on the album. Despite the fact that the whole album is about the sometime frustrating and seemingly hopeless quest for social change, Sever never resorts to swearing to get her point across.

The two main themes of this album, as mentioned above, are social change and trains. While the reoccurring train motifs are little more than a novelty, the push for social change is anything but. Sumo Cyco has clearly chosen to take a stand with this album, and make a statement about how they view the state of the world today, and what needs to be done to improve it. Almost every song makes mention of how terrible the world is these days, and how we can help change that. There’s definitely a sense of doom and gloom to it, but what makes it so impactful is that there’s also a sense of hope and empowerment too. Although Sumo Cyco is from the “Great White North”, their message seems to resonate remarkably with what’s been going on in America. No doubt it’s applicable all over, and has been for a while, but it feels much more present in people’s minds now.

Overall, Opus Mar is a strong, impactful, timely and rocking album full of music with a message. It may not be what you expect to hear from the teen popstar we knew as Skye Sweetnam, but that doesn’t overshadow its quality. While there are elements of the previous album that I preferred, there are also elements here that are an improvement. Between the two is a fascinating fusion which I hope to hear on Sumo Cyco’s third album, whenever that may appear. In the meantime, this is a solid entry into a fast-expanding catalogue that I hope will make people, not only dance, but think.

RATING: 8/10 – ★★★★★★★★☆☆

But you don’t have to take my word for it…Listen to the album for yourself, and make up your own mind. Then you can let me know what you think of Sumo Cyco’s Opus Mar.

So, have you ever heard of Sumo Cyco, or Skye Sweetnam? What’s your favourite songs of theirs? Did you pre-order Opus Mar? What do you think? Did it live up to your expectations? Have I said anything you disagree with? Tell me & everyone else who passes through here what you think in the comment below.

To Infinity and Beyond,

Nitemice

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88 - Part 1

kim taehyung x reader (mentions of jimin) - artist au ft. artist!taehyung

teaser, part 1, part 2, part 3

warnings: mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation, mentions of drugs, smoking, physical fights, mentions of anxiety

themes: angst, fluff

words: 2,256

A/N: here’s the first part of this little series! i think its going to end up being longer than expected, cause i have so much planned and it doesn’t seem like it’ll fit into three of four parts, the next few parts will be longer though, but we’ll soon see. i hope you enjoy reading!

Jimin had a knock on effect. Once one person was hurt by him, everyone was; he was out of control. You couldn’t blame him though, you could only blame yourself. That’s what he told you anyway. So you took it upon yourself to forgive everyone that he hurt, and that included Kim Taehyung.

The gallery was surprisingly empty for a saturday morning. You were wrapped in your burgundy trench coat, a soft white woolen scarf adorning your neck with black skinny jeans hugging your legs and simple black heels placed on your feet. Your eyes hastily scanned each art piece, looking for the story that each told; for an explanation behind the artists feelings and why they chose to output their feelings into a piece completely unique to them, one that shows their identity without even realising it.

As you walked through a small collection of what could be considered more modern paintings hung along the walls, you came across one certain painting. It grabbed your attention from across the small room. as you approached you could see why. The detail was lacking, but where it lacked detail, it made up for with character. you eyes dragged along each inch of the piece, your mouth slightly open, awe taking over the longer you looked at it. The painting showed a man. he looked young, no older than twenty-five. His torso and arms were on display, and on them were tattoos. Patterns and colour wrapped around his arms, his shoulders and his chest, stopping just before they crawled up his neck that little bit too far, and continuing down to his wrists, stopping where the cuff of a sleeve would naturally end. The colours captivated you. Blues and reds, greens and purples, blacks and whites, all winding around his skin in the most perfect manner. Your eyes followed the twisting of the ink up to his neck before adorning your eyes on his face. His perfect face, you should say. His eyes were wide and feline-like. They held a playful glint that most people lacked, they showed his youth, they represented what was behind all the ink on his body. They held his character. His lips were full but thin, not too thin though, the type of thin that you cant help but admire and wonder what they look like when he smiles. Thick and full, dark eyebrows rested above his eyes, tying in with the harsh lines of the art on his body, and following down to the bridge of his nose which sat out quite far, but suited him perfectly. His straight blonde hair fell just above the dark brows that rested on his perfect facial structure and made his honey coloured skin glow with youthfulness. He was breathtaking, but he couldn’t help but remind you of someone you used to know. You spent what felt like hours admiring the amazing work of art in front of you, but as you turned to walk away, you noticed one small thing. The wrist of the man, which like all of him, was golden and glowing, gave place to a small tattoo, nearly unnoticeable if you’re not looking for it. It was a small ‘88’. The realisation struck you suddenly, Your breath feeling as if it was sucked out of your lungs as you stood there in shock. Before allowing yourself to fall further into the trap that you had realised the painting was, you turned swiftly on your heel and walked away, as far from the piece or art as you could, and out of the gallery.

The fresh air was like a blessing as it blew the hair that framed your face behind your ears. You could breathe again. 88. The number replayed itself in your mind as you tried to find a possible reason for it being on the mans wrist, other than the one you were thinking of. Maybe if was just a coincidence? Maybe the artist just had a love for the number 88? There could be so many reasons for it, but you just couldn’t shake the one reason from your head, the one that made the most sense. The one that had ruined you not so long ago.

Rather then letting the discovery take over your mind, you decided to head home. Your heels clicked loudly against the pavement as you made your way to the road where you could hail a taxi. After a few attempts, you finally managed to get one to stop for you. The handle of the door on the passenger side of the car was cold against your fingers as you pulled it open and slid along the leather seats till you were comfortably in place with your seat-belt buckled.

“Where to?” the driver asked, he was an older looking man with a gruff voice. You told him your address and he drove away from the side of the road where he’d pulled over for you to get in. Just as you started to settle, you were reminded of the events that happened only minutes ago in the gallery and you spoke up.

“Actually,” you took in a long breath as you considered whether or not to say what you wanted to, “could you turn at this side road coming up here and take the longer way to my house?” The driver agreed to your request. You couldn’t help but wonder whether he was trying to figure out why you’d ask such a thing.

He took the next turn left, as you’d asked him to, and followed to road. The small side street seemed to go on for miles before you were finally turning again, onto a main road this time. The car seemed to slow down as you drove along the road. You weren’t sure whether it was just your imagination or whether the driver had actually started to drive a what seemed like a much slower pace. The bumps in the road started to feel more prominent, and the atmosphere felt as if it was getting darker by the second as you approached the one place you wanted to see. And there it was.

The window which seemed to be newly boarded up with planks of wood, had small shards of glass sprinkled along the pavement underneath it. The familiar sign, that rested above the now covered panes of glass, which you discovered were smashed, explaining scattered glass, looked more faded than usual; the black background that held the white lettering that read “88 Tattoos”, was dulling to a dark grey colour and looked as if it was merging with the writing. The door, however, was the only thing that hadn’t changed. Hand-painted designs adorned it, weaving around the curves in the polished wood the same way they did on the mans arms in the painting in the gallery. You knew then that it was no coincidence. It was jimin.

“Do you know why this place is all boarded up?” you asked, your finger shakily pointing in the direction of the abandoned tattoo shop, “It was still open a few months ago, what changed to suddenly?”

“Did you not hear? The owner lost the place. He was too busy spending all his money on drugs to pay to keep the place up and running.” his voice lightened a bit, almost as if he was shocked that you hadn’t heard about what had happened. Your head started to spin, a sickly feeling in the pit of your stomach being to take over as you fully processed what he said. Drugs? The owner? Jimin? It couldn’t be. You knew he had a problem with drugs when you dated him, it was the reason you broke up with him. But the last thing he said before you walked out was that he’d stop taking them and get you back. He said he would find you when he was in the right state of mind. Clearly it was another one of his lies, as you expected. It was probably the drugs talking. “He’s in rehab now though. From what I’ve heard he’s doing better than ever. Poor guy blamed some girl for it all, i wonder what she did to cause so much damage.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you tried to speak, but all that escaped was a small “Oh, at least he’s getting better.” You weren’t sure what else to say after that, so you kept quiet, admiring the sky and the clouds that lined it while the sun shone into the car, illuminating the small space and making the leather shine like it was new. It was the perfect distraction. The clouds spotted against the blue sky like balls of the softest cotton. It was so distracting that the ten minute drive to your home seemed to last a matter of seconds. You thanked the driver, for the ride and for explaining what had happened to the tattoo shop before paying him and stepping out of the car to be greeted with the path that lead to the front entrance of your small apartment complex, which you had shared with jimin in the past. You pushed the entrance open while reaching for your keys that were buried deep in your pocket. You pulled them out and listened to the faint jingling sound they made that confirmed that they were the right keys before heading towards the stairs which took you to your apartment. 

Once you’d gotten into your small home and changed from your outfit into something more comfortable, you walked to your bedroom and retrieved your laptop before walking back out to the open plan living area, that was also your kitchen. Settling on the grey three person sofa. you opened your laptop as soon as you’d gotten comfy and began to do some research. 

“88 Tattoos Owner Sent to Rehab?” “ Park Jimin Caught Red-Handed Spending Rent Money on Drugs” “The End of the Famous 88 Tattoos?”

You scanned over the title of each link displayed on your laptop screen before clicking on the first one on the what seemed like endless list.

“Famous Tattoo Shop Owner, Park Jimin, has been sent to rehab. The twenty-four year old was caught recently spending money that was originally intended to go towards his business on a number of different drugs.” You read the date the article was published. April 9th. Eight months ago, and two months after you’d broken up with him. “When asked to give a statement by press, he simply stated that ‘love isn’t real’ and refused to say anymore.” 

Tears began to sting at your eyes. He always said that to you when you’d refused to do what he asked.

“Y/N, if your love for me was real, if love was real, you’d do this for me.” 

His words repeated like a mantra in your head, reminding you of the two year relationship which was built on manipulation. Manipulation you put up with because you were scared to lose him. After all, he did remind you daily that you’d be no where without him, and you’d started to believe him. How could you not be scared to lose him?

You left the first article and and proceeded to click on the next, your hands slightly shaking as you started to scroll to reach the main body of the writing, the part that was filled with the most information. 

“Celebrity tattoo artist, Park Jimin, has been caught spending everything last penny on drugs. The twenty-four year old is rumoured to have spiraled out of control after a breakup with an ex. It has been said that he sold everything he owned, par a few pieces of his beloved art work, to pay for the unhealthy habit.” the tears that had threatened to spill as you read the last article were now flowing freely down your pink tinged cheeks as you continued to read. You couldn’t bare to read anymore. You exited the article, not bothering to even consider reading the next one, and closed your laptop before setting it on the floor and curling up into a ball on your couch. It had nearly been a year since you broke up with him, since you last seen him, yet his controlling and venom filled words still got to your head, they still made you feel like everything was your fault. You knew it wasn’t, but you could hear his voice nagging at you, reminding you that you caused this. But you didn’t, you reminded yourself.

Jimin was like a wrecking ball, he never knew when to stop, he always had to be told when something was too much and made to stop or he’d ruin everything in his path, and you soon realised that’s what had happened in this situation as you let your curiosity get the better of you and continued read more articles about him. One that had caught your attention was titled, ‘Lost Dreams due to Unwanted Realities”. It was an article that had been written about one of Jimin’s close friends at the time of his downward spiral, Kim Taehyung, the man in the painting. He was an upcoming artist that had lost all traces of his dreams due to Jimin’s reckless nature. The article had you wondering who else had been hurt by Jimin and his unpredictably, and in that moment, whether it really was your fault or not, you decided that you would apologise to everyone you possibly could that was hurt by your ex. You felt partly responsible and the only way to change that and put your mind at ease was to find the people who were in Jimin’s path when everything went wrong, and make sure they know that you’re sorry; and you were going to start with Kim Taehyung.