#i feel like we're getting hit with new information every minute or so and my brain needs some space

[theresoneicouldcallking]

i'm still processing everything and my mind is both all over the place and hyperfixated on that final scene.

but.

oliver said there have been crumbs throughout the show for years

oliver said this is how he has always seen buck

oliver said the fans weren't crazy for clocking buck as queer, because he himself saw it too

oliver said he had to pull back from fan interaction on social media because he wanted to validate our feelings so much but couldn't because those as*holes over at fox were holding him back

oliver said he planned on playing buck differently this season, leaning more towards bi buck and this was WITHOUT knowing what tim had planned

tim said there were studio execs back when who held all the cards basically confirming that fox refused to give them the green light for this story arc

tim said he's always viewed buck's love interests as flat and never moved the story forward

[starwarsmum]

Day 18's prompt is singled out!

@maribat-calendar-events

Tim had been working almost nonstop since arriving in Paris and he was pretty sure it was messing with his head. First, he still hadn't tracked down Hawkmoth, which felt like a failure on his part. Damian was being slightly cagey about the details of his investigation, which was hindering Tim's own.

Second, he was having trouble finding Ladybug. She never seemed to hang around after battles and she had started randomising her patrol a lot more. It was a smart move but it was very frustrating for Tim, who had planned to catch up with her during one of them.

The third thing that made Tim feel like his sleep deprivation was hitting a new high was Damian's behaviour towards Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the newly found half sister of their own adoptive sister, Cassandra Cain. Not only was he spending time with her but he had practically declared that he was interested in her romantically. To a roomful of strangers.

“He could be playing into a whole ‘Brucie’ thing while here,” Dick said when Tim voiced his concerns. Tim gave him an incredulous look before going back to typing furiously on his laptop. “Hey, I'm just saying that it's a possibility. The other option is that he's genuinely into her, so tell me which you think is more likely.”

“Whatever, let's focus on what we're covering with B and the gang,” Tim said, dismissing the conversation with a wave of his hand. “Demon Spawn hasn't exactly been forthcoming with the information he's supposedly gathered whilst he's been here.”

“As if you don't keep information back when you're working a case!” Dick argued, giving Tim a look. “He's doing fine, he says he's got it under control. And I'm sure he'll be back in time to cover all of this himself anyway; when has he ever been late?”

But apparently there was a first time for everything, because when the call started, Damian was nowhere to be found. Tim covered as much as he could whilst sending the occasional pointed glare at Dick to let him know he told him so.

It wasn't until twenty-eight minutes later that Damian stalked into the room, making no mention of his tardiness and giving a brief description of the status of his investigation. Before Tim could jump on him, Jason decided he wasn't going to let the kid get away with waltzing in half an hour late without an apology.

“Yo, Demon Spawn, what gives?” Jason demanded, glaring into the screen. “Don't get me wrong, we've all been late before, but since you throw a fit every time it happens to one of us, you could at least explain yourself.”

Damian was silent for a few moments and if Tim didn't know better, he would think that he was coming up with an excuse on the fly. But that couldn't be it because when Damian was on a mission, he lived and breathed for it. So, wherever he had been, it would have been mission related. Why was the kid so dead set against telling them anything.

“I was…speaking with a former temporary hero,” Damian said slowly. His eyes flickered towards Cass's screen in something like an apology. “The girl with whom I was photographed earlier in the week was a temporary hero called in as a last resort. She has not been asked to use the Miraculous since, but she does have vital information for the investigation.”

“And why did Dick and Tim not tell us that?” Bruce probed, showing that he had noticed the lack of information given about his youngest's absence. There was a very telling silence following the question and Bruce sighed. “Damian, you have a team with you to make things easier. You should be telling them what's going on in your investigation.”

“Tt, yes father. I apologise for my tardiness and will make an effort to be more open with the progress of my investigation,” Damian said, although it looked to Tim like he was forcing the words out. “Now, if we are finished focusing on me, perhaps we can return to the problem at hand?”

The rest of the meeting was fairly straightforward, although Tim saw Cass frowning at Damian several times. He didn't want anyone to know that he'd spotted it, so he didn't mention anything amiss and, when the meeting ended with Damian asking to speak with her, Tim made a show of saying he was going to get some sleep.

Dick followed him out of the room, presumably to make sure he did actually go to sleep and not to pick up another cup of coffee. If Tim wasn't so interested in what Damian was going to say to Cass, he would probably be annoyed at the way Dick was hovering over him. 

He made a shushing motion at the older man, who raised an eyebrow at him but complied. They settled next to the vent system in the adjacent room, listening quietly. For the first few moments there was silence but finally he started to pick up Damian's clipped tones.

“...pictures that will be released shortly. Marinette is concerned that you will be upset and I am…apprehensive of the same. I know I have mentioned to you previously that I admired her mental quickness and unwillingness to allow what she perceives to be unfair to continue.”

“You did,” came Cass's tinny reply, and Tim had to strain slightly to hear her. From what he could hear, she sounded amused, and he wished he could see the expressions on both of their faces. “I take it you finally acted upon the attraction you experienced when you first met her.”

Tim blinked at Dick, watching as an elated smile lit Dick's face. He was practically vibrating with joy and Tim had to shush him so they could hear Damian's reply.

“I- yes, I have communicated my desire to pursue a romantic relationship with her,” he admitted, and Tim would put money down that the brat was blushing. “You were aware?”

“Body language,” was the simple reply and Damian released a breath he had apparently been holding. “You mentioned pictures? Has someone else taken photos of you and Marinette out of context?”

“Tt, not quite. Marinette was asked to attend a photoshoot with our lead suspect's son. Whilst there, the photographer offered to take photographs to help set the media straight regarding Marinette's romantic history.”

“And you felt the need to warn me because…” Cass said, trailing off pointedly. Tim snorted involuntarily, remembering the poses Damian had been asked to do with Marinette. He heard Damian freeze in the other room and decided it would be in his best interests not to be found in the act of eavesdropping.

By the time Damian found both of his older brothers, they had relocated to the kitchen in their suite, arguing over whether an extra cup of coffee would send Tim into overdrive. He shot Tim a poisonous look and Tim just grinned broadly back at him. Knowing he had already been caught meant that he could needle his brother.

“A romantic relationship, huh?” Was the only thing he got to say before Damian launched himself over the kitchen counter. Tim cackled as a disapproving - but clearly very happy and proud - Dick pried the younger boy away.

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 20]

Joris grabs Kerubim as they're falling, to shield him, and my personal thoughts on this are [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG… MY LEG…’

Even with his probably very limited thinking-capabilities as a kitten, Kerubim's first instinct after falling is to look at whether Joris is alright or not. Personally, I think that——

:(

fanmgs

Kerubim is 2 sauces tall, but ready to avenge his death and also his son's fresh traumatization.

"Please don't call me a flask of poison because I have some green liquid inside and skulls drawn on my bottle <3 just drink up. Okie dokie?"

I don't lnow what this woman is expecting, here, honestly.

BASED Joris.

Bakara really thinks that Joris is stupid enough to go with her, while Joris employs the classical battle tactic of lying, by approaching her until she let go of Lilotte and saying "im going to kill you or hurt you in some way [giggle]" immediately after.

But as Bakara has shown repeatedly, even in this scene alone, she doesn't think highly of Joris. Even if she tried really hard to pretend that she did.

Well, she doesn't think of anyone highly, actually. Including herself.

This screenshot will get a lot of usage during ova2 liveblog, followers. It's literally THE reaction image for ova2.

While watching this movie, I always go between different extremes, when thinking about Joris and Bakara's relationship in the future. Would it become worse? Would they be close? Would they hate each other?

Every time I have a different answer, which is probably an answer in on itself.

My current take is that whether Joris and Bakara consider one another a friend probably varies from year to year. I can see it clearly: her telling him stories of Jahash. Her helping him around the home. Her criticizing him harshly for being a failure of a huppermage (it's as unacceptable for him to be that, as it is for her). Her stopping talking to him after he leaves the academy. Beginning to talk to him again after a few years, when he has a very close call to death while adventuring, — angry at him, because don't you dare die on me while we're in one of our "I don't talk to you" argument phases. Rinse and repeat.

I think it's funny. Atcham's greatest wish, besides hair, has always been "I want someone in my family to care about me," while Bakara...

Whike Bakara, as an heir of a Bontarian hero, would probably fear being in the wrong, — an evildoer, — the very most.

No wonder they're so shocked.

Both of them are experiencing some entirely new emotions, thanks to Joris.

It's not really about Bonta. It's about revenge. And it's about her feeling inadequate. And it's about her feeling like a failure.

As far as she's concerned, even a dofus doesn't want her, with how broken she is. He wants some weird, off-putting, Julith-related 10yo instead.

One has to wonder, if it is a genuine plea, or if she is manipulating Bakara by revealing the truth. Because she doesn't want to be blown to pieces by a dofus.

It's a bit hard to analyse this part of the movie because I'll be real, there's so much occuring all at the same time. Like bro. Imagine being Joris here.

The woman who killed your dads is now like "I am going to bring one of them back", and also another one came back 5 minutes ago, but also things are exploding and fire is everywhere, and also your aunt just tried to kill your uncle?? And also stole your dragon egg magical nuke.

Even if everything Julith said was true, — her cold, cold reaction to a fireball hitting her son, the way she looks at Bakara like at dirt, and the way she says "quit fooling around", point so, so heavily towards her revelation of this information being a tactical way to manipulate Bakara.

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

4 Minutes Theory:

What Dr. Den Doesn't Know

Hello. It is I again.

You know the procedure: It's under the cut.

Let's go.

Is It Dream Theory???

I think I could've started by explaining the things that made me consider the theory that I propose today BUT, I think it's only fair to address the elephant in the room first:

Are the events of 4 Minutes dream theory?

Look: maybe I'm wrong and I just fucking hate dream theory bc it's so overused, unoriginal and pointless but I wanna (and I do) believe it's not what's going on. Well... Not exactly.

Let's take it apart.

My favourite guy over here ^ (look at him, he's beautiful and he's precious and I love him, I wanna keep him inside my house and feed him treats, 'cause he's such a good boy), Dr. Den, is, and we know this since the beginning, conducting a study on what happens to people's brains when they go into cardiac arrest.

More especifically, he wants to know what happens to the brain within the 4 minutes during which it is still alive and without oxygen (before the person either dies or gets medical help).

For this, bc

(Yes, thank you, Pirates of the Caribbean) Dr. Den is collecting information through the people that have survived that experience. And, so far what we knew was: people have weird experiences when their brain doesn't have oxygen. Which, fair enough, that much was expected.

HOWEVER, this episode (or ep.5, for the people in the future. btw hi 👋) he get LORE through Dr. Den, my our favourite medical exposition guy. And here's what he says:

"Patients' perceptions vary based on their experiences. Some relive past experiences. Some have supernatural powers. Some go back to fix past mistakes. Some get a fresh start with those they love.

Patients' experiences feel real but they aren't entirely accurate. Patients can see memories, hear sounds or feel brief sensations of pain. Even if it is unrelated to what else is going on."

So this might seem pretty revealing and easy to understand: what we've seen so far was going on in Great's brain. This is his dream and it's what his brain is making up to keep him going during the 4 minutes where it nervously waits for someone to rescue it from impending doom.

And yes, I'm not crazy enough to say that's wrong but... Every situation has at least 3 versions of it, we say in Portuguese: mine, yours and the others'. And what I believe we need to see here is that:

What we know is merely what people remember when they wake up and what the medical staff can tell is happening to the body whose brain is 4 minutes without oxygen. It is NOT the whole truth. Not even close.

What Is It Then?

See, I could try and show the evidence first and then make a conclusion but I wanna hit you with a banger theory right away so Imma say it rn:

People's dreams when their brains have no oxygen in them are gateways that generate alternative realities.

And I hear you say: "okay but that's last week's theory, that's not new" and yes, you're correct HOWEVER, under the light of episode 5's events I feel like I need to prove this again. So let's hit it, Fergie!

1 - Dr. Den Recognizes He Has No Idea What the Time Travel Thing Is

Now, I know this might just mean Den recognizes he can't explain why it seems many people seem to experience this exact phenomenon of the 4 minutes time travel (which by itself is weird and opens up room for debate on what it means, even on a purely medical level) but I believe it can be used as evidence that something else is going on. That whatever that time travel means it goes being current human medicine, you know?

Even if not, it does prove my earlier point that what we're seing is only a fraction of the truth, that there is more to uncover. And a clear indication of the series (although it might be subtle to many) that we should be looking beyond on what lies on the surface and what Den is telling us.

2 - We're Being Shown Events in the Timeline Where Great Has Powers that Great Couldn't Possibly Know Because He Wasn't There

This is one of the strongest evidence points for me. Because explain to me how and why this man knows what Tyme told his grandma this episode.

Or how he knows conversations that happened between Dome and the medical staff?

Sure, Ig you can argue that maybe his brain imagines that's what happens, especially in Tyme's case since, I suppose it would be a nice thing to keep going for to think that your lover is rushing your way but... He barely knows Dome outside of being his classmate so that rule doesn't apply there. The events of Dome's life are, matter of fact, nearly irrelevant to Great's life (outside of the way in which they change Tonkla and Korn's relationship and, therefore, Korn's actions - which is why he was so hurt this episode to be demanded to let Tonkla go, since Tonkla's brother never dies and so he never met Win, thus they never broke up).

And what does anyone even have to say about what we're shown about Dr. Den's research? How does Great know that? Is he making it up? Does he know this in the original universe? How? He doesn't have the powers in the original universe, does he? Did Tyme tell him? Just casually? Idk, it could be, but...

Based on a very good point @yakdee (great URL btw) made on this post about how different the circumstances, motives and depth of GreatTyme's relationship and how they seem to be way more distant than in the current timeline, I do believe it's farfetched to think that Tyme would give Great any free info on his life and that of people around him. Much less on something so specific and seemingly uninteresting to Tyme (how can he, that topic is fascinating) as Den's research. I don't think it would even come to his mind. Matter of fact, I think it's only more prevalent to him in the current timeline bc of what Great told him. Otherwise, he couldn't care less.

Plus, if we think about it more closely... How many lives is Great's brain processing at once, then?? Isn't that kind of a lot?? Doesn't it make more sense for this to be an entirely different timeline where this things ARE happening??

PS: I know I could've also used Korn's dialogues as evidence but since he's the bridge between Great and Tonkla, I think it's hard to use his scenes as evidence for anything bc they could be happening in either Past 1 (the bad past with a bit of an oddity) or Past 2 (the past where Great time travels) [if you want to understand more of why I refer to these timelines this way, pls check out my previous theory]. I don't tink they change much regardless, Korn seems to be the person whose life is the least affected by the changes, out of all the main characters, but... Regardless, I don't think it's good practice to build over a shaky foundation so I have not.

3 - Great Can't Fix His Mother's Death

Now tell me why

(Ain't nothing but a heartache and a mistake, indeed, my friends) But that wasn't where I was going...

What I meant was: if your brain is making up a better reality where you can fix everything you did wrong, then why the fuck would it choose for your mother to die anyway??? Why, out of all things, was the only thing you could never fix your mom dying??

And sure, I know, I know, people will make the argument that it's the trauma and, like, yeah, Ig if you wanna believe that, that must've been that man's most traumatic moment, sure, I agree. But is that enough? The answer, I think, is: we don't know. Maybe, maybe not...

So... You can believe whatever, so far, I suppose, but the fact is that it leaves it open to interpretation why the events are so. Which means, it can be speculated that, the actual reason behind she dying again is because, for the 1st time since we've started to see Great's trajactory with his powers, he made the wrong choices.

And this is not me saying he's dumb, by the way, like... It's easy to ask for help for someone who's dying. It's only midly hard to land a punch on an murderer, even when he's your best friend. And it's certainly not unthinkable to open up to your crush, even when what you have to reveal is that you're a little bit crazy.

But I think it's extremely hard to stop a man with a gun. Even when your mom's life is on the line.

In a way, maybe, there is no timeline where Great can change that moment when it comes. Maybe timelines where he can avoid that moment from happening in the first place, yeah... But none in which he can avoid it if it's already there. (remember what I said about Greek Tragidies last week? yeah... it's coming up nicely)

And maybe this is not evidence for some people, which I respect, but to me, narrative intent and logic can be used to make a point. And I think making certain tragidies repeat themselves is part of what the narrative of 4 minutes is about too.

I know last time I talked about the power of people's actions and butterfly effect but that is only part of reality. A lot is under our control but a lot also isn't. And I think it's fair to assume, if the 1st part of this series was about the power, the 2nd will be about the impotence (which is not the sexual kind but I think the amount of sex we've seen in the 1st part is definitely a narrative tool and the fact this was the 1st episode without any sex scene [the flashbacks obviously don't count] is also being one).

Thus, my theory makes narrative sense.

4 - Tonkla's Weird Experiences Exist Outside of Great's Knowledge AND the Timeline He's In

Okay, I get it. It is possible to find alternative explanations to what I'm interpreting here and maybe that makes you doubt me. Fair. But then explain to me what the actual fuck is happening to Tonkla. Pls.

How is that man hearing his dead brother's voice? Seeing his dead cat walk around??

What does that mean? How can we be seing that if it's just all in Great's head??

I explained in my earlier theory (please check it out) that we're being given direct access to 3 different timelines: the one where Great is in the ER (pre-opening scenes), the one where Great has superpowers (Great-related scenes) and the one where Tonkla hears his brother and sees the cat (Tonkla-related scenes).

Based on that I can't possibly assume Great in the ER who's creating the timeline of Great with superpowers knows what's going on in the Tonkla timeline. He just can't. How would he even? He has no idea (as far as we know) who Tonkla is, that Dome is his brother, that bro had a cat that got killed by his father and that he buried it in Uni grounds... So we can't place that, no matter what, as just another figment of Great's imagination. Those events have to be real.

And if those events, which seem to be caused by Great's interference with the space-time continuum, are real, then that means, no doubts, that the Great Has Powers timeline also has to be.

So What Does It Mean??

Good question, Miley.

Luckily I have a beautifully tragic answer for you:

It means that when/if Great wakes up from the ER in his timeline nothing will have changed. The events of his life will be exactly the same and life will go on with the consequences of the choices he made the first time. Just like they are for Lukwa who woke up exactly in the same universe as she lost consciousness.

HOWEVER, while for that Great things will be as shitty as they were when he left, it also means that, far away from him, just like there must be another Timeline for Lukwa, there is a different timeline, with a Great who made different choices and, therefore, got a different end.

How different? I don't know. We're yet to see. But I think when we know, we'll be able to compare the two or three (maybe even more, we'll see now that the Great with Powers is also without oxygen in his brain) timelines we're being shown and take our own conclusions about the weight of our actions and the meaning of mistakes.

Final Thoughts

I think this series is doing a great job of making us question a lot of things like what is reality, how time works, what is the real weight of a choice, what is a choice, etc... And I can't wait to see where it leads us. I'm really hyped to understand this narrative.

As usual, if you guys wanna comment or add anything or ask anything or whatever it is, please do! Let's give soul to this fandom and interact with each other, yeah?

In the meantime...

All the love! 💜💜💜

[lavendercrow136]

I swear to you, to those who have been tuning into my fanfics I will love you through it all , and Tell me this isn't goodbye love, I did not forget about you. I've been extremely busy with work, to the point of an encroaching burn out.

I'm literally exhausted all of the time, and deal with an almost daily dosage of stress that's not healthy but there's not much I can do to change it because it's part of the job.

Not only am I just so tired, but my body says we're in pain, and we would like to not move around for a while.

Socially I am just nonexistent, I have friends I have not seen or hung out with in weeks and luckily I let them know what's going on and their okay with it and understand but people can only be patient for so long.

Mental health wise is a bit of a seesaw of anxiety and depression, spiced up with insomnia and hyper-insomblance, and goblin energy.

So I guess what I'm saying is I apologize for the delay on new content, and I hope you will continue to bear with me and support me through this difficult time.

I'm hoping to be able to post new content for your viewing pleasure soon and then get back to posting content on a regular basis.

I will warn you it might be a bit before I actually get it on any sort of viewing platform, for your reading pleasure that is because I try to only ever post chapters when I'm proud of them. When I know their good, or at least think their good. AND then I post them and I hope that you all agree and enjoy.

In other news though I have not posted a new chapter for "I will love you through it all" in a hot minute I looked at my Kudos and hits today, 989 hits and 40 Kudos!! Thank you all so much for continuing to follow along and read my work, it means more then you even know, and gives me the little bit of a push I need to keep going.

I also really need to provide a large shout out to my fiance who has been putting up with my emotional ass with both support and love and patience, thank you so much baby, for loving me when it feels like the whole world around me is a hurricane trying to tear me apart you are my safe space, my home, my everything. You are the light house that keeps me from crashing into the rocks and sinking into the abyss of my own negative thoughts, I love you so much @propertyofmilfs 3 monthes till we're together again, the distance between us may be hard but my love you are entirely worth every second minute and hour of the wait, 3 monthes till I feel at home again and I have you in my arms. ❤️

ALSO this is SO Important, if anyone at all knows anyone who used to live in the USA that immigrated to the Netherlands, and is currently residing in the Netherlands, please help me get in contact with them. I'd like to be able to move to be with my fiancé but neither of us really know where to start and the websites are confusing. So if anyone has any information or knows anyone please please please help 🙏

Thank you for your patience, and as always I will update you when I have more news and chapters updates and teasers.

Love, lavendercrow136

@propertyofmilfs @barbarasstar @vii-v @o1iviac1aire @winterfireblond @larissaoftarthweems @weemssapphic @weemswife

[archoniluthradanar]

The Doomed Secretary : a Volturi one-shot

Number 216 - Francesca

Francesca was so happy to have been offered a secretarial job at the Palazzo dei Priori, she felt as if she were walking on air. It seemed like a mundane job, but her employers were mysterious and rarely seen in public. She tried to get information about them, but her business connections could only tell her they were wealthy and powerful. Apparently they contributed money to the city of Volterra and the church, and actually worked with the local officials and law enforcement to keep the city running well and safe for its people. She had not yet met her employers, but was hoping to make connections of her own if she were able to play go-between with the city leaders and her new bosses.

There were three, she had been told at the interview. All brothers, their names were Aro di Volturi, Marcus di Volturi, and Caius di Volturi. She didn't know their ages which only made them more mysterious.

She had arrived at the castle, meeting with the senior secretary Gianna, who showed her to her room. Francesca was intrigued that she was going to be living at the castle full time. This would save her having to rent a small apartment nearby. "Gianna, when will I meet with my employers?"

"They will let you know when they want to see you. Be ready at all times, since it could be very last minute," Gianna replied, opening the balcony door to air out the room. "Always wear dresses and heels. Never slacks." She noticed the odd look she got in return. "Don't worry. They never touch the secretaries in that way. Aro and Caius have wives. Marcus lost his wife long ago and shows no interest in another."

"Ah, I see," Francesca said, glad being hit on by her employers wasn't a danger.

"You will be brought breakfast every morning to your room by one of the Guard..."

"Guard?"

"Yes, those who work more closely with the Volturi. They run errands and protect the castle and its inhabitants. We will rarely have direct contact with the three...employers, unless required to take a message to them, generally urgent ones or those received from certain people. Don't worry. When we start your training, I'll show you all of that. Lunch you may eat only in the kitchen with the other staff. Supper you may eat in the kitchen or feel free to go out into the village." Gianna headed for the door. "Tonight is yours to unpack and relax. A supper tray will be brought around around 7:00 pm. Your shift will begin at 9:00 am, and end when the day's work is done," she said with a smile, then left Francesca alone.

Francesca began to unpack her clothing into the dresser and wardrobe. When she opened the wardrobe, she was surprised to see clothing and accessories already there. The drawers likewise had slips, night gowns and underthings. No wonder the salary wasn't excessive considering who was paying her. She had a place to live, all meals, and clothing.

A tall man with black hair brought her the supper tray she was expecting. He said nothing and left. When she was finished eating, she left the tray outside by the door so he would not have to bother her to pick it up.

The next morning, she rose early and made ready for work, unsure when breakfast would be arriving. She head a knock on the door, and opened it to find the same tall man with dark hair holding a tray. The food smelled good even coming from under the stainless steel lid.

"Hi, my name is Francesca. I'm the new secretary. This is my first day here."

The tall man gave her a knowing smirk, then placed the tray on the desk. "I'm Felix, and will be bringing you your breakfast this week."

"This week?"

"It may change from week to week, depending on who is absent from the castle. We're sometimes sent away for days at a time," he explained. "Enjoy your meal, and welcome." Then he was gone.

"Well, that was better," she mused about his more talkative nature today. She then sat down to eat.

oooooooooo

Francesca had been working at the castle for a week and still no sign of her employers. She had to tell herself this was probably their way, and as long as she did her job well, there would be no reason for them to let her go. She assumed eventually they would want to meet her.

Gianna was a wonderful teacher. She taught Francesca about the work they would be doing. Most involved the upkeep of the castle and the interactions with the local officials. She was shown how to access various files of information on her computer, including the list of those who were important enough, that any correspondence from them would be hand delivered to the Volturi leaders immediately. She was also shown the online calendar where any appointments with city officials and the Chief of Police, among others, were to be added and transmitted to the Guard members who worked with the secretaries.

Sometimes the Volturi leaders would leave the castle to meet with their contacts. More often than not, they would come here, so it was up to Gianna and Francesca to make sure they were taken to the appropriate office, notify a guard so that the proper leader knew they had company. Each leader had their own offices down the long corridor lit oddly with flaming torches. It seemed so medieval to Francesca, but it was interesting.

Francesca found herself curious about the important people the Volturi maintained contact with. Some names she knew, others she did not. Gianna clucked at her for browsing, so Francesca smiled, her cheeks pink for getting caught. "Sorry. It's just all so fascinating."

oooooooooo

The expected day finally arrived. Francesca was going to meet with the Volturi leaders this afternoon for the first time since she had started working. Gianna had handed her a note from Aro di Volturi, telling Francesca to come to the throne room. One of the guards would come to bring her to them at 4:00 pm.

As the time approached, Francesca grew more nervous. Were these men fair employers? She hoped so.

She heard footsteps and looked up to a handsome man with dark blonde hair. She stood from her desk chair and smiled. "Hello, I'm Francesca. Are you taking me to meet with the Volturi?"

"Yes, I am. Demetri is my name. Please come with me." He headed down the corridor with Francesca in tow. They came to a set of carved wooden doors, which Demetri opened easily. He came to stand before three ornate chairs sitting in a dais. On each sat a man, the leaders Gianna had mentioned no doubt.

The man in the middle rose and stepped down the stairs, a smile on his pale face. "Welcome, my dear. We are so happy you're here. Gianna has only the best things to say about you." He held out his hand to Francesca as if to shake it, but instead, he grabbed her hand and enclosed it with his other, pulling her closer. She heard him sigh as he seemed to zone out, still holding her hand. After a few minutes, he released it and stepped back.

"My, you are an ambitious one, aren't you. Well, we will see what we can do to make your desires a reality." He turned back toward the stairs and walked up them. "Francesca, this is my brother, Marcus, and the scowling one over there is my brother Caius."

For brothers, Francesca noted they looked nothing alike. "I'm pleased to meet you all. I have been enjoying my time here, and Gianna is a wonderful example."

"We're pleased to hear that. And are you comfortable?"

"Oh yes, Mr di Volturi, very comfortable. Everything is perfect. Thank you for your generosity." She couldn't keep from staring at all three men. Their skin was not only pale, their visages were beautiful and their eyes were red. Just the irises, but it wasn't normal.

"Please, call me Master Aro."

"Master?" Francesca was confused.

"Let me explain, my dear. We, all of us here in the castle, are vampires. Except for dear Gianna. She is working toward that end. You may too, if you wish. Think of it. Immortality and a permanent place here in our coven. You will never be alone, never age or sicken, and keep your beauty forever. I am also aware of your ambitions, and I may be able to assist you with that."

"Vampires," she muttered to herself. They did look different, but were all politeness and generosity, not the monsters she was used to seeing in films.

"Talk to Gianna about it. She knows answers to many of the questions you may have. Go now. Continue doing your job well and your future here will be assured." Aro waved his hand dismissively. Francesca was led out of the room by Felix and led back to her desk.

One day, Francesca was given a printed computer letter by Gianna, who told her to write it out, neatly, for that personal touch. She was then to take it to Master Aro for his inspection and signature.

She knocked on the large wooden doors and was let in by a guard. She walked up to the dais and waited for Master to signal to her. He took the pen and the letter and read it. He face darkened when he noticed a letter missing from a word.

"Aro, she is doing well. One small mistake should not be counted against her," Marcus whispered.

Caius was about to protest when Aro said, "Very well, brother. One more chance." He asked Francesca to re-write the letter and bring back the corrected version for his signature.

She left the room, letting the tears fall only after she was further down the corridor. It was then she realized how exacting Aro was. She fixed the missive, and Aro signed it, handing it back with his usual smile.

Francesca knew she would have to work hard to be allowed to stay here.

oooooooooo

Francesca had been with the Volturi for a year. The Masters seemed to like her and approved of her work which was mistake free all this time. Soon, they might offer her the promised immortality. She felt after getting to know them and the Guard, she would accept. How could she not.

A week later, she was told by Demetri she would be expected to appear before the three Masters in an hour.

She wondered why they wanted to speak with her. Had she made another mistake? She had worked so hard to learn to do things the way they wanted things done, and she thought she had been successful.

Ok, be optimistic, Francesca, she thought. Perhaps they were going to let her know she was doing well, and they had decided to keep her on. Perhaps it was about her change. Were they ready to make her an immortal so soon? Gianna had not even been changed yet.

Going through her wardrobe, she checked dress after dress, until she found one in a perfect shade of cool green. She put on the dress after showering, then pulled her hair into a ponytail, added some drop earrings, and put on only a bit of makeup. No ostentatiousness, according to Gianna.

Demetri came at the appointed time and led Francesca to the throne room, where she saw the three Volturi sitting in their usual places. Felix was already there, standing by the wooden doors.

Aro seemed to be examining Francesca while she stood before him. He gave her a smile, then crooked a finger at Felix and Demetri, who sped to her side.

Francesca looked from Aro to Caius and finally to Marcus, whose expression was suddenly one of pity, as if he knew something.

Before she could move, Felix grabbed her by the throat and pressed his face against her neck below her ear. He bit hard, her blood flooding into his mouth. Demetri watched with jealousy while his friend drank the latest secretary.

"Why?" Francesca asked, feeling her life ebbing away. She didn't know what she had done wrong. And then it was over, and Felix let her body slip to the floor.

"Aro, what was wrong with Francesca? She seemed to be doing well, and learning more. Her loyalty was unquestionable."

Caius' expression became a slow smile, cold and unpleasant.

Aro turned to Marcus and shrugged. "I didn't like the colour of her dress."

The End (of another secretary)

[minorfamilysupremacy]

literally have only gotten into these dramas within the last month i have been binge watching like crazy but i read your post on BOC and now i am scared ajdjfkfk (am currently on KinnPorsche bc I have been enjoying 4 minutes 😭😭😭) like i feel like i should be more informed but holy shit that reality show sounds fucking awful.

to be honest, anon, thai BL is littered with production companies that range from sus to outright predatory/abusive, so whether or not you value being informed more over all else is really going to influence your ability to enjoy the genre. (at no point am i saying you should/shouldn't be a more informed viewer -- in the grand scheme of things, i'm a fucking nobody and how you choose to live your life and what you choose to watch or not watch is none of my fucking business. not everyone can or is willing to do the deep dive to determine if every single one of their funny ha-ha gay shows is an ethical minefield, and quite frankly, living life watching over your shoulder to see if you've committed an act of internet wrongthink is fucking exhausting.)

personally, i never watched THC or DFF or 4m, and that's because i as an individual don't fuck with BOC any longer. that history is extensively documented on this blog, so i won't rehash it. however, i'm an oldhead and my perspective is going to be colored by a lived history that a new fan can't replicate. nobody who rolled in after all this shit went down is obligated to pick up the collective fandom trauma. how i feel about fellow oldheads continuing to support BOC is NOT the same as i feel about new fans supporting BOC. there are two entirely separate sets of standards that are applied, which is only fair.

ultimately, enjoying art often comes down to a reckoning that doing so has directly or indirectly hurt someone, and weighing the cost of that. that is true of art throughout history -- can't throw a stone in classical music without hitting an asshole; how many of the 'great' film directors were abusive monsters? some of my own faves are rancid pieces of shit whose tyrannical treatment of their costars made for some of the greatest art ever put on screen, but there are other notable names in film history whose similar treatment disgusts me. in the end, to some degree, we're all complicit with enabling monsters by enjoying art. that's the nature of the beast. we all just draw our individual lines in the sand and some of those lines are conflicting and nonsensical and hypocritical, because so are human beings as a whole.

if you enjoy 4m and end up enjoying KP, that's your business. nobody can tell you to enjoy it or not to enjoy it or how/where/when/why you do it. whether the things you learn about BOC put you off from it, or you just decide, hey, you know what, ignorance is bliss, i'm just gonna watch the show -- that's your business. a bunch of loudmouth assholes on a dying social media site (myself included) don't get to dictate anything about your media viewing habits.

[endwithajadestrick]

Complaining About the Pacing in Ahsoka

I know that I am being a real (medium-sized) curmudgeon about this, but I have chosen to embrace it. Manager, I would like to log some complaints re: the latest episode of Ahsoka.

Spoilers ahead:

This is more of a general gripe, but it really hit me this episode that this show is so slowly paced. Every episode could have been half the runtime without cutting any character beats or plot information. This feels especially apparent when you consider that most Clone Wars and Rebels episodes really are about half the length of one Ahsoka episode, about 20 vs. 40 mins. And episodes of those series are not light on plot or action. Clones and Rebels were, however, plotted more around mini arcs, usually of 2-3 episodes (because they were gearing those shows for kids), which would necessitate that the writers' room keep things tight. You set your board, get in, and get out. But Ahsoka only has one story arc for its eight-episode run and just not enough depth of character drama or pace of action to fill that runtime out. (It is probably worth mentioning here that Dave Filoni is the only credited writer on the series.)

You can especially feel the ponderous slowness in the establishing shots. Why do they go on for so long! It's usual to have a shot or two giving us an idea of the landscape our heroes are in, but in most films and shows those shots only come out to a few seconds of screen time--because we don't need them to be longer in order to get the information they're supposed to transmit. Further environmental detail can be picked out while you are watching your characters do other things.

This episode spends about two minutes just showing us Sabine walking through the Noti village. I know that doesn't sound like a lot of time, but in TV time a lot can happen in two minutes. For example:

Here's a compilation of the Finn vs Captain Phasma fight moments from The Last Jedi.

It is 2 minutes and 34 seconds long--including bits that were cut from the theatrical version of the film! How many beats, actions, and dramatic reversals are fit into those couple of minutes? Quite a few!

By contrast, nothing happens during Sabine's introduction to the Noti village. We aren't seeing anything with each changing shot that feels new or emphasized like it's information that we're going to need to remember later on. It's just wasted time, and I feel like it's anecdotally emblematic of a larger problem with the show. Lots of dead air between actions, wasted time that could have been trimmed in the writing or editing phase.

The first Star Wars movie is about two hours long, and I reckon about as much happens in that film as has happened so far in Ahsoka, which is about twice that length (around 260 mins to New Hope's 120). It's easy to overlook in light of all the other cool stuff A New Hope has going for it, but a lot of what makes that first movie work so well as an action adventure is how fast it's taking you from moment to moment, non-stop from gun fight, to character meeting, to escape, to subterfuge, a brief respite where our guys philosophize, and so on. Ahsoka is already working with a lot less charm and verve in front of and behind the camera than that film. It really can't afford to be lackadaisical with its pacing.

As stated above, I am a curmudgeon, and a lot of my problems with this show can probably be chalked up in part to the fact that it just didn't get me in its pocket out the gate. I wasn't especially charmed or intrigued by anything going on in episodes one or two, and I was subsequently less inclined to roll with the rough bits further down the line.

I want to be on board with it, and it has a lot of aspects I genuinely enjoy that make me believe that with a little spit and polish the finished product could have been shaped into something genuinely fun. I like Ray Stevenson's Baylan Skoll (Titus Pullo stans, arise!). His ambiguous schemes for the future are genuinely intriguing and ominous, and he feels like a fresh take on the dark-sider baddy, next to the cackling Emperor, cold-blooded cyborg Darth Vader, and rage monster Kylo Ren. He's very "I am the only one who can truly see the big picture." Oh ho, betcha you can't! But, as the kids say, let him cook.

I also think Eman Esfandi was perfectly cast as the live-action Ezra. In just a couple minutes of presence, he exudes warmth and charm (though I could have done without the blue contact lenses. They just look wrong, and would anyone have cared that Ezra's eyes are brown now?).

But none of what should be the big beats in this show have really landed for me so far, including this week's big reunion between Sabine and Ezra. Seriously girl, you gambled with the fate of your entire galaxy for just the shot at saving this man, and the most you can summon upon seeing him again for the first time in (checks official calendar) "9 to 12 years" is some middlingly witty banter and a lukewarm hug? I'm not someone who thinks that Ezra and Sabine's relationship is/should be romantic, but come on. Tears should have been shed! This has been Sabine's raison d'etre for the whole show. This, not becoming a Jedi, is what we are told she really cares about. If she won't get emotional about it, why should I?

And for the record, I don't want to put the blame for this on either Esfandi or Liu Bordizzo. I suspect that it's a writing and directing problem. And on that note, this week's episode was directed by Jennifer Getzinger, an experienced TV director with a pretty solid track record, whose resume includes both high emotional melodramas and prestige series, so... paging Mr. Filoni?

There are numerous talented actors and artists who have given a lot to this show, and many fans ready and eager to give it love. I just wish that the story were giving as much back to them.

[luveslasher]

A START OF AN OBSESSION WITH YOU PART 5

[TYSM FOR THE LIKES!!!! ILL TRY MY BEST TO QUICKLY FINISH THIS!! I have lots of work for school to finish]

[There might be errors in here I'm so sorry about that, I type quickly so I don't notice many mistakes, my English may not be the best 😓I deeply apologize about that :''( ]

the entities x reader

YANDERE

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️🚨

Includes

-blo0d

-death

-pain

Skip if you're sensitive!! :(

As you still hide in vent you quickly but as quietly you crawl behind. AMBUSH still standing outside of the vent,his power light green light blinding you.

You shrink down and cover your face with your arms, as you try your best to crawl away, you hit your back to the wall of the vent, and a loud crash. You slowly tilt your head upwards, before looking at AMBUSH. He was getting much-agitated more every second you would try to back away from him. His screams were getting louder each minute.

That's where you started to crawl faster, bumping to the vent walls not caring how much it hurts you. You had to get AWAY from him, or else he could have hurt you.. even kill you. As you started to crawl quicker to the exist, AMBUSH yells of frustration we're getting much louder than before.

He wanted you to obey, continue acting like this and you'll face the consequences. You ignore his screams, and continue your way to the exist, you finally reach the end of the vent. You dash to the door ignoring all the shelves not wanting to see anymore entities, AMBUSH yells were fading away. You couldn't hear him anymore, looks like you were safe from his wrath.

As you entered the other room.. it looked completely normal? Maybe you wouldn't see the other entities anymore. So you continued to search through the shelves finding some coins, and thankfully bandages!

After looking through the shelves, you get yourself ready to leave this room. Carefully and quietly putting your ear to the front door, trying to sense any sounds just in case you weren't jumpscared by any of the entities. No sound in particular..you enter the room cautiously, that's when you feel your heart jump out.the next room had the walls and ground covered in blood,the stench strong flowing through your nostrils.

Walking much closer to the blood stains on the floors connecting to the walls, as your eyes trail up the walls you can see something written in blood..'DONT LEAVE' you feel like throwing up in disgust..throwing your hand to your mouth trying to hold in a cry. Who's blood was this? Was there another human here?no way..you know were the only one who entered this place alone..so who does the blood belong to..as you walked closer to the bloody mess in the corner of the room,you saw a puddle of dark blood,it was completely new fresh blood,not a single of it dry.

Which means the entire time you were in the vents trying to escape AMBUSH wrath..an innocent life was being brutally murdered in the other room. as you inspected the puddle of fresh blood, you saw something shine in the blood, as much as you didn't want to touch it due to respect.

You had to know who this belonged to. Your hand reaches to the shiny item,picking it up wiping the blood off it. As you carefully figure out what this item was..you drop the shiny item, your hands trembling you feel pain in your stomach. You throw both of your hands to your mouth trying not to puke. Tears come out of your eyes, you know what this was..it was a golden shiny ear piercing..which belonged to the red goblin who helped you.

'Who could have done this? Why him? He was no bad man!' you yell out anguished, the joyful red fellow who worriedly told you to escape this place with no more information for you to understand why. Holding the golden pericing tight, you put it in your pocket to remember him. Throwing your head down kneeling on the ground to give respect.

After you finish, you get up to enter the next door, you look back to the bloody scene. Dry tears on your cheeks, you wipe them off.. damnit you wished you had tissues for this. Turning the knob and entering the room feeling devastated and heartbroken.

You chuckle in pain after seeing the exact room you were in.

A long hallway, nothing in sight..it was time for SEEK to play.

No way in hell would he let you off the hook.. you know that someone had of snitched to him about your discussion with the fellow red goblin you became friends with. They all knew your plan.. and they didn't like a single of it. As you try your best to calm down, fidgeting your hands together, you walk closer to the end of the hallway, please... Not another chase.

Continuing to walk, you still hear nothing.. maybe SEEK wasn't here yet?.. you sign in relief, celebrating in the inside. Your happiness disappearing and celebration ending, after loud music started to play going through your ears. Your head snaps towards your back. Seeing black slime slowly appear at the end of the hallway door, long slimy hands protruding from the ground, a huge black liquid puddle appearing.

You witness SEEK come out of the small puddle, after SEEK finally gets out of the black gooey slime. He glares at you, not breaking eyesight. Your legs start moving, at first slowly walking then running to full on sprinting towards the exist. You have to run NOW!

SEEK runs close to you, more black slime protruding out of the small puddle growing into a much bigger puddle then before. You feel sticky hands grab onto your legs, tripping you on the ground. A loud grunt comes out fo your mouth. His slime puddle grows larger, two long slimy hands grab your waist holding you, dangling you left to right. You can't escape now, he has you!

as you struggle into the hands wrath, they tightly grasp onto you, pain in your bones. SEEK gets closer, the slimy hands lowering you down to him, his face next your face. As the hands make you face him, you have thousands of thoughts on your mind yelling at you, 'do something! Quickly! Or else he will kill you'

You finally think of something, it may not work but you'll risk the chance. As embarrassing it will be, anything for you to survive.

[end of part 5]

Sorry for the short chapter, I have a terrible sleep schedule, so currently I have wrote this at 11 night, but I promise I will have this all done for you guys at the weekend!:D

Part 6 might take me a little long since it will be very long, the yandere trope here getting very intense 😳!

After I finish this story up, I will write head cannons and one shots of the door characters for you guys about anything! Since I care about y'all alot 💗

[bunayeonnie]

🔸With YOU-th, TWICE's 13th Mini Album Discussion and Review

This blog post is formatted with...

An introduction that contains information of the With YOU-th mini album, a description of the rating system, and a warning for the readers.

The actual review of the album songs which includes both information of the songs and my personal opinions.

Each album track review is arranged as such: 𓇢𓆸🦋〰˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚🏵️ Intro Text Body Text Music

A conclusion of my final thoughts of the album as a whole and its place in the entirety of TWICE's discography.

Short TL;DR section of the whole blog post with a total ranking of all the songs in the album.

I am going to start my TWICE's discography reviews with their newest KR release, With You-th. On their official album-selling website (twiceshop.com), this new release is described as an album that "tells the members' tight sisterhood and unbreakable bond" and that it is "[providing] a glimpse into their radiant youth together" (source directly from twiceshop.com).

The album was released on February 23, 2014. It has a total of 6 tracks, with I GOT YOU being a pre-release and ONE SPARK as the title track. While I listened to I GOT YOU on release and enjoyed it, I didn't listen to ONE SPARK fully until this week (March 3, 2014 - March 9, 2014). My rating system is pretty simple, it goes from 1 to 10 (TWICE reference, get it). 1 being absolute crappy poopoo, 5 being mediocre (won't listen to again unfortunately), and 10 being perfection. Every point increase is HUGE, a 7/10 is a good song but not special... maybe I'll listen to it if my playlist has the song, or maybe I'll only listen to it today and move on tomorrow. Now an 8/10? You bet I'm coming back for seconds and thirds for this song! IMPORTANT!!! I want to remind everyone that the opinions are of my own, and everyone has different opinions. Music taste is subjective, you can enjoy what you like and I can enjoy mine. This is for fun and should not be taken seriously. Another reminder is that there is a TL;DR section at the end that summarizes everything with a total ranking of every song in the album.

Now, here are my first impressions:

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I GOT YOU (pre-release): This is TWICE's third original English release. It's a pop song with heavy synth and disco elements (is it called synth-pop haha) with a total length of 2:53 minutes. The song is cute and easy to follow. The lyrics of the song are nice and can be seen both in a platonic and romantic way. My favourite part is the pre-chorus sung by Momo and Dahyun: "No, we'll never fall apart Even million miles apart We were lightning from the start And it keeps me going to know that" This song is safe, as always with English releases. However, if we consider all of TWICE's English releases, Moonlight Sunrise and The Feels are stronger in my opinion. This is a 7/10 for me if I'm just listening to it. The music video though... a 10/10 and one of my new favourites.

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ONE SPARK (title track): As the title track of the album, the song mixes TWICE's new and more grown music identity with a catchy tune. It's a fast dance-pop song with lots of drum and bass. The song has a length of 3:04 and has a classic pop arrangement (intro, verses, pre-choruses, chorus, and bridge). I was surprised when I realized that Momo's part in the pre-chorus was the best part for me. The way Momo sang "Bring me the, bring me the spark in my veins. Give me the freedom, the freedom to chase..." gave me chills. Momo's raspy and unique voice added so much contrast to the more melodic voice of Jihyo, I think I might loop the song specifically for that. Overall this is a solid addition to TWICE's hefty discography, and I know that if the girlies go on tour again - ONE SPARK will be a hit for the audiences. For the rating, the song is a 7/10 or 8/10 depending on my mood. I CAN'T STOP ME and FANCY is still that girl if we're talking about songs with a more mature sound by TWICE. I will discuss the music video more in a new post that focuses specifically on it, but it was classic and absolutely stunning to watch. P.S. Honestly, there's a chance this title track might work its magic in my brain and force me to love it, I'll update you if it ever gets to me.

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Rush: While I knew that the UK garage sound was starting to pop up in Kpop thanks to PinkPantheress influence (queen), I somehow didn't expect TWICE to make a version of it. Chaeyoung was the one to write the lyrics for the song, and she states that she was inspired by PinkPantheress (queen again omg). The song has obvious drum and bass with a Jersey club rhythm combined with soft synth elements. The song runs for a total of 2:36 minutes, which is perfect for catchy and straightforward songs. For a B-side, this is a strong song. It's fun and easy to listen to, and it was so catchy that it almost brainwashed me. TWICE's soft and feminine voice paired with the beats was like the perfect combo of a super sweet fruit with salt. Mina and Sana popped off so badly on this song, that I almost fell in love with them romantically. I also want to note the lyrics in this song are the cutest from the album. This song is an 8/10 or 9/10 depending on the mood. This song WILL be added to multiple Spotify playlists, I will be looping this song until I forget it due to amnesia caused by a car crash... a car crash caused by me looping this song in my future car.

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NEW NEW: As the 4th track of the album, this song did not disappoint me personally. The song runs for 3:01 minutes, with heavy drum and bass and electro sounds. The beat drop in the song before the chorus hits reminds me of the house genre that hit the K-pop scene by storm during the late 2010s. This is the "brightest" sounding song in the album so far, it's very upbeat and happy. The chants in the song were added tastefully. Again, I have to praise Momo for her distinct voice. HER VOICE IS SO GOOD IN THIS SONG! This is also the first/last song with a distinct rap verse. Jeongyeon personally stated that this song reminds her of music they did at the start of their career and I can definitely hear it! The song is an 8/10, and I need people to add this song as a club or festival banger. I think if I listen to this song more, it'll slowly sneak up and become one of my new favourites. However, I think this song is one of those where you have to be into the genre to like.

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BLOOM: The 5th track of the album starts itself in an ultra-unique way and runs at a length of 3:23 minutes. This song gives a completely different vibe than any other song in the album. BLOOM lyrics were written by Jeongyeon and was considered as a B-side for Jihyo's solo debut mini album Zone. Considering the background of this track, this is the most mature-sounding track of the album. It's a pop track with influence from up-tempo R&B with deep synth and a fast-tempo drum and bass. This song made me think of tracks from MORE & MORE for some reason, as it is a bit more experimental for TWICE in my opinion. In conclusion, the song is a 7/10 for me. It's solid but I think I need more time to digest its sound. For now, this song is my least favourite from the album personally.

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YOU GET ME: The 1st verse of the song made me suspicious at first, but the song progressed more... I fell in love! The track is a dance-pop with synths and a fun bassline. The song has a length of 2:32, and while I am not the biggest fan of 2-minute songs... this one didn't make me mad. The lyrics were written by Dahyun, and she says that this song is a sequel to I GOT YOU. The song is cute while maintaining a mature vibe. I have to say that MiSaMo and Tzuyu's voices were the greatest contributors to this song. Their voices alone helped this cute song maintain a mature vibe. The best part of the song has got to be the transition from the 1st verse to the 1st pre-chorus, and it is specifically that part. I felt my body jump up like a razor clam being dosed in salt, it was so beautiful. This is a 9/10 for me as it is right up my alley, and I think this is my favourite song from this album. It's easy to listen to with a danceable beat. Cute and short, but developed enough to not sound incomplete. Now to address the fact that the song is a sequel to I GOT YOU... the lyrics are stronger in this track and I can see how they connect to each other. My favourite lyrics are "Oh, when I'm with you, I'm the best of me". It's simple and strong.

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Overall: This is a solid 8/10 mini album, there were no bad songs at all. In my opinion, it’s up there with Feel Special and BETWEEN 1&2 mini albums for their B-sides. The side tracks of this album were stronger than the main title track in my opinion, which isn't a bad thing! For the member that did the strongest this comeback... I think I have to give Momo the crown. She absolutely shined this comeback, and I have to say that her parts made the experience for this album! Of course... Nayeon too :) Furthermore, if we are discussing the album as a whole, excluding NEW NEW, it has a pretty consistent sound. I'll say only 3 songs (I GOT YOU, ONE SPARK, and YOU GET ME) told the messages of "being there for each other after everything" and "being happy with each other now". Personally, every song other that BLOOM gave a nod to the theme of "Youth" as well. I also want to note this is one of the best-named albums by TWICE, WITH YOUTH but can also be seen as WITH YOU... they ate I fear!

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TL;DR Section

It was good, below is a ranking of the songs (from favourite to least).

YOU GET ME ♡

RUSH/NEW NEW ♡

ONE SPARK

I GOT YOU

BLOOM

Also Momo stood out this comeback, along with Nayeonnie (no bias I promise... :3) If you read the TL;DR, heeey~ If you read everything, here's Nayeon being cute!

[write-feel-live-love]

Welcome to the Happiness Project

So I don't know if you're familiar with Gretchen Rubin, but she has this thing called the Happiness Project. She also has a great podcast called Happier. I highly recommend it.

Anyway, if you want to learn more about her, go for it. I'm writing about my own Happiness Project, based off of hers. The gist of it is that you need to pick a theme per month (some aspect of self-improvement) and then pick mini goals to achieve that lead you closer to that theme.

So here's my first entry:

Month #1: Heal

I learned in therapy recently that I have been depressed for 6 years. Yes, this was news to me. I'm apparently really good at denial. Like.. Pro Level. Even more recently I discovered I've been depressed since I was 12. Again, Pro Level of denial.

I've always been someone to take my labels seriously and when I heard this news, I spiraled for a hot minute. I didn't know how to adjust this new label into my current life: Mother. Wife. Teacher. Where does Pro Level Depression Denier fall?

So I decided maybe it was time to step back and heal. Before I get too deep, you need to know one thing. It's been almost a year since I had my second child and post-partum depression/ anxiety has kicked my ass.

Goal #1: Start a new vitamin to combat the hair loss that my beautiful baby caused. Surprisingly, this one might actually be working. I showered tonight and not nearly as much hair fell out of my head as usual. Still could have been a wig for a small doll, but we're getting there!

Goal #2: Do a session of yoga or walk on the treadmill for 15 minutes every night. This one has also gone surprisingly well. I've only missed one might when depression hit a little harder than normal. But with the support of my fantastic husband, we got back on track the next night. Again, I started this project mid-way through March so this might not actually be THAT impressive, BUT I have 2 children under the age of 5. I think it's a pretty fucking great start.

Goal #3: Continue to work on banishing oil. I'm working my way into a new religious path. Part of which values protection. Right now, I'm working on banishing negativity from my life. Hence, banishing oil. Currently basking in the moon light charging up so I can actually use it in a ritual this week. (P.S.- No judgment please, I'm not here for it.)

Goal #4: Make Spring Break plans! I'm a teacher. I'm a burnt out teacher. Who has two small children I still have to watch over Spring Break because I created them and am responsible for them. Hence, we need to get the fuck out of the house next week or I'm going to go fucking crazy.

Goal #5: Identify the Top 3 things bugging the crap out of me at work (bonus if you can make a plan to work on them). I'll be honest here. I haven't gotten to this one yet. Work is hard right now. State testing is upon us, the kids know Spring Break is coming. Every one is burnt out and checked out. I still have a week left of March. I got time!

Goal #6: Make a list of the things that make me feel sexy. My sex life is in the trash. Post-partum and regular depression have taken my will to bone. I used to be a machine. So, to combat this, I need to find what makes me feel sexy again. So far, and pathetically, clothes have been it. Until I thought about it, and realized that somehow dancing also works. I need to give this some more thought, but yeah. We're getting there.

Last Minute Goal #7: 24 for 24. Also stolen from Gretchen Rubin. As indicated by the disclaimer. This one is last minute. So I don't have an update for this yet. It's coming.

So yeah. If you've read this, thanks. If not, it's all good. This is more for me than for anybody else anyway. I've been told that if you want to be a writer, write. I used to write all the time to express my thoughts and learn how I really feel. (Kind of informs the name of this blog, which I'll explain some day.) So here I am. Writing to figure out who this new person is, if the old me is in here somewhere, and how those two people are going to get along for the rest of my life.

[fixingmysociallife]

Nuking Family Christmas by growing a backbone

G'Day Depressos,

my holiday break is now officially over and I can say: Shit hit. the. fan. this year. Me, my sister and two of my cousins united to finally speak up about a topic that has made us uncomfortable for years: My uncle. My uncle by marriage. My uncle by marriage who got broken up with by my aunt two years ago but still shows up to all family functions. My uncle by marriage who got broken up with by my aunt two years ago but still shows up to all family functions and who got a criminal record for scamming family friends for a lot of money and tax evasion.

Deeeep inhale. My uncle by marriage who got broken up with by my aunt two years ago but still shows up to all family functions and who got a criminal record for scamming family friends for a lot of money and tax evasion and who inappropriatly touched my sister when she was 15 like a fucking disgusting child-molesting creep-douchebag (she refuses to tell anyone but me and mom tho).

And everyone is apparently okay with that. Well, this christmas my aunt had planned to come alone, without her ex (who she still spends one dinner a week and every family vacation with), their two demonic children and equally horribly-behaved dog, but last minute, my grandparents asked her to bring them. And then, we decided that we wouldn't attend and informed my grandma. Hell broke loose. Christmas was completely cancelled, then reinstalled, then canacelled again. We got so many angry calls from people threatening and gaslighting us into backing down, accepting our place, pulling through for da fääämily. That we should think about their children (who's lack of education and untreated mental health problems are primarily their father's fault imo) My sister was constantly on the verge of giving in, but I'm proud to say that I supported her in standing her ground. In the end, grabby uncle and his clan decided not to come and it was the best family christmas celebration ever. My grandma was super frosty towards us, but that was nothing new for us since we're the girls, my cousins were a litte heartbroken though (sexist family dynamics and stuff). It was also relaxed for once bc a huge part of the family was vacation anyway, our very own ati-vaxxers for example.My family is so conflict-avoidant that nothing ever gets communicated, spoken through and decided. I'm glad that we could use the swing of the most important holiday to actually move some things. What I want to say: If you have problems in your social sphere that people refuse to address, don't be scared to go all out and risk huge fights. Encanto should have taught all of us that sometimes things need to be broken down before being build up more healthily again. You don't need to "just push through" for family, friends, coworker or anyone. Fuck all of them, who put peace and quiet above your feelings. I feel this Christmas was a huge step in the project this blog is dedicated to, because all my life I have hated my families guts. Allowing myself to inspire change for my own sake felt very empowering. I also have another, more positive Christmas story to tell, but that will get its own post. See you there, byee!

[muertawrites]

Mine and Yours (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]

Summary: You've been sleeping with Eddie for a while when he calls you something that shakes you to your core

Warnings: 18+ minors do not test me, allusions to sex and nudity, anxiety, emotional baggage, slight angst with a nice fluffy ending

Reading Time: 7 minutes

Author's Note: i'm writing about my own problems again. please ignore me <3

suggested listening: wild love (acoustic) by james bay

Eddie's apartment is as familiar to you as your own. The way the cupboard over his tiny, unused oven sticks when you try to open it; the way the sliding door to the hall closet isn't quite on its hinges. How long it takes the bathroom tap to actually get warm; where in the medicine cabinet he keeps ibuprofen. The draft in his bedroom that makes you huddle closer to him at night. The way the street light outside the window hits your eyes in just the right spot that you prefer to sleep with your face hidden in his chest. The sound of his bed creaking with every little shift of your bodies atop it.

You have no right feeling so at home in the apartment of a man you're pretty sure only keeps you around for sex.

Even so, it's nice with him. He's warm and tender on the nights you're together, and can make you laugh without effort. He's a comfort - no matter how limited his comfort may be.

This morning, you're woken by the shrill ring of the phone on his kitchen wall. Eddie groans as he rolls over, clearly not enthused by the unceremonious end to last night's debauch pleasure. His legs are still entwined with yours, his naked chest pressed flush to your equally as naked back. He leaves you reluctantly, with a sloppy kiss to the crook of your neck.

"Keep the sheets warm, baby," he grumbles.

The stubble on his chin, the gravel in his voice give you shivers. You want him to crawl back in; to lay his body into you in the rolling, lazy way you crave during intimate mornings in his bed. You love his morning sex. You miss his heat and weight when it disappears.

Ignoring his orders, you follow him into the kitchen. He's already lit up a cigarette, smoke seeping from between his lips as he listens to whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying. His bare back is totally exposed to you, all sharp shoulder blades and black ink and curving buttocks and thick, cascading curls. Your arms snake around his waist and he melts into your touch, one hand reaching to clasp yours and raise it to his lips while he shoulders the receiver.

"Yeah... yeah... Nah, man, it's cool, you can swing by. My girlfriend's over but we're both up anyway... Okay, sweet. See ya, man."

He sighs heavily as he hangs up, stubbing out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

"That was Jeff," he informs you. "On a time crunch so he's coming over in an hour to pick up some amps for our next gig. Which unfortunately means we have to get dressed. But the good news we're up early enough for a big fat McDonald's breakfast, my treat."

He turns to you with a playful little smirk, which falls immediately once he sees your face; the pale, grave expression that wrinkles it.

"Baby?" he questions. His hands reach up to cup your face, and it's all you can do to keep from flinching away from the tentative gesture. "What's wrong? You okay?"

"Your girlfriend," you echo. "You... You said your girlfriend was over... Is... Is that... Did you mean me?"

Eddie blinks. What did you just ask him?

"... Yes," he answers slowly, annunciating the syllable as if you're just learning what it means. "You. The pretty woman standing naked in my kitchen right now. Who I share a bed with four times a week. Who lets me cuff her to my headboard and use her pussy like I own it. That is you, isn't it?"

You respond with a careful nod. Yes, that definitely sounds like you. So why are you having such a hard time claiming the title?

"I thought we were just... having sex," you explain. "You never... asked me on a date or anything..."

He backs up, holding his hands out and shaking his head - his entire body - in bewilderment. Once he comes back to his senses, his palms fall onto your shoulders, his fingers rubbing tender circles into your flesh. His moony brown eyes have gone wider than normal, brows drooping and making him look weepy. His plump lower lip juts out in genuine sadness.

"Sweetheart," he wonders, "all the times I took you to dinner, and the movies, and invited you to my shows... You didn't think those were dates?"

You shake your head.

"No," you meekly admit. "I thought... I thought you were just being nice. Because you felt obligated... or something..."

"Oh, babygirl..."

He folds you into his arms, hugging you tightly as he gently starts to sway back and forth. His palm strokes lovingly over the back of your head while his lips find the crown of your skull, pressing a kiss there. You stiffen only for a split second before molding your body to his, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. Finally allowing yourself to savor the safety of his embrace.

"What happened, cherub?" he asks. "Who did this to you?"

You sniff, eyes burning as you start to weep.

"I've just been with... a lot of awful guys," you choke out. "Any time they were nice to me... treated me well... they never really meant it. It was all to get something out of me. I'd get used to it and think they would stick around and then they'd just... push me away. Or disappear. So I learned to stop trusting it."

Eddie sighs, laying his cheek against the top of your head. He hugs you tight, crushing you into his chest as if to remind you that he's still there - that he's not going anywhere.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he murmurs. "You didn't deserve any of that shit. You're so much better than that. And those assholes probably saw that and bailed because they knew they weren't good enough. Fuck, I'm probably not good enough if you didn't even know you're my fucking girlfriend."

You pull away at the disappointment in his voice, looking up at him and meeting his furrowed, sorrowful eyes. You fervently shake your head, giving his sides a firm squeeze.

"No, Eddie, no," you whimper. "You're perfect. Please don't ever tell yourself you're not good enough for me. You're everything I've ever wanted. What those guys did to me has nothing to do with you."

He brings you back in, laying a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. His hands cup your face. His hips press firm against yours. He smells like sex, and sweat, and the sweetness that just naturally lingers on his skin. He's soft, and he's warm, and he's so fiercely steady with you even though you know it terrifies him. He's safe. He's home.

"I love you," he whispers. "You don't have to say it back. I just need you to know that I love you and I'm here. Yeah? I'm right fucking here. And I plan on fucking staying."

You nod, believing. He wipes at your tears with his thumbs and presses his lips between your eyebrows, undoing the knot that's formed there. He holds you like that for several minutes, just letting you feel him there with you. He only moves when there's a knock on his door.

"We gotta move, cherub," he coaxes. "Go get dressed, yeah? We'll get some breakfast then I promise, I'm gonna spend the entire day holding you."

You smile, lips wobbling for better reasons now.

"Okay," you agree. "I... I love you, Eddie. I love you."

When he eventually returns to bed, he finds you wrapped in one of his flannel shirts and his heart cracks wide open. He's certain you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"There's my girl," he greets you, curling up under the sheets beside you once more. "My gorgeous, incredible girl..."

His lips find your neck, laying a trail of kisses up and down it, his chest falling flush to your back. You melt into him, no longer fighting the exhaustion of sadness and relief. You'll sleep better in his arms.

"Eddie," you drawl, lips loose in your tired haze. "Eddie... Are you mine?"

"All yours, sweetheart," he assures you without hesitation. "All yours."

[karlajoyner]

Tease (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this was requested. I hope you guys enjoy it! And send in your own request!

Requested by: @universefangirl (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I sighed typing away frustratedly at my computer attempting to get my work done for the night. Taking another sip of my wine I looked over to the couch to see my boyfriend scrolling through his phone.

"You know? It must be nice being a paid actor during a pandemic" I spoke catching his attention. A grin began to form on his face as he stood up making his way over to me in the kitchen.

"It has its perks. Can't say the same about you baby" He teased rubbing my shoulders. I rolled my eyes continuing to type away.

"You know you could take a break" He whispered getting near my ear.

"I can't. If I don't get this is by tonight I'm so fired"

"Fine. I'm just gonna go live for a bit. And relax afterwards. I'm pretty busy tomorrow"

"Yes Charles getting to sleep in and doing a live interview late afternoon sounds so exhausting. Meanwhile I have a term paper for English due and on top of that I have to do two more sets of these for work" I spoke holding up my papers.

"For your information I'm going on a hike tomorrow morning. Then I'm going live" He said another deep breath leaving my mouth.

"Aww baby. It's okay"

"Is it though?" I asked frustrated at his lack of sympathy. I love him and all but he seems to forget that his totally normal girlfriend works a 9 to 5 and still goes to college. And as much as I appreciate the times he said he could put in a good word for me with Kenny. I refused to be exposed in the spotlight more than I already was for being his girlfriend.

"I'm sure you can do it. You always do"

"Your right. I'm amazing. I don't know what you'd do without me" I joked trying to lighten up my own mood more than his.

"I don't either. I'd miss you too much" He said placing kisses just below my ear.

"Hmm really? Care to find out Gillespie?" I asked biting my lip. This was my opportunity to get him back where it hurt.

"What do you mean?" I smirked continuing to do my work. Without another word leaving my mouth.

“Baby. What do you mean?" He asked again standing up.

I stayed quiet as he repeated the question a few more times finishing up what I was doing. I had to get through all my stuff for school and work tonight if I wanted tomorrow to go as planned.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Glancing over at the clock I smiled. On schedule. I moved over to the empty spot beside me with a grin. Charlie was really in for it today.

I quickly got up making the bed when my phone suddenly dinged. I smiled seeing it was a good miring text from Charlie himself.

“Good morning my love. Just finished my hike. On my way home with coffee.

“I'll see you in a bit baby" I read aloud. I smiled at the cute detail before continuing on with my plan.

Changing into yoga pants and a sports bra I made my way to the living room setting up for a morning workout. Something I rarely got to do since my second term started and I became ambushed with work. It'd been nearly half an hour before I heard the front door open. The smell of coffee carrying itself through the small apartment.

"Baby your awake" He stated taking in my appearance. No doubt the sweat droplets on my body making me look shiny as hell.

"Yeah. I finished all my work last night so I figured I'd have a day to myself. I did a morning work out and I'm gonna do more things I haven't done in a while" I smiled innocently.

"Mmm am I one of those things by any chance?" He smirked pulling me close. Placing a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

"You wish. Actually I invited y/b/n over. We were thinking of painting to clear our minds"

"Oh but you can't paint looking like this. So sweaty. So wet" He whispered rubbing circles on my hips.

"Yeah I'll probably hop in the shower in a bit" I grinned before pulling away to go finish my workout.

“You know I need to shower too. What if we hop in together? To save water"

"Um I don't know. Can you keep your hands to yourself Gillespie?" I asked bending down in front of him to stretch.

"I can't answer that" He growled coming to stand behind me. As soon I felt his hands on my waist I stood up turning around to face him.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk" I whispered pulling back.

“What baby? Why won't you let me touch you?" He whined.

"Because it's my only free day and I'm going to enjoy it babe" I said placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips before walking away.

"Where are you going?" He called.

"To shower"

"Can I join?"

"If you can keep your hands away" I heard him groan as I shut the bathroom door behind me. Giggling to myself I entered the shower washing myself down.

Purposely forgetting to bring in an outfit. Knowing Charlie didn't enter for a reason I called out for him after I was clean.

"Charlie!" I shouted waiting for him to come in.

"Yes baby?"

"Can you bring me some clothes please?”I asked peeking my head out the curtain.

"Can I touch you?" He asked.

"Uh how about no"

"Then no" He said hoping that would get a reaction out of me. It didn't.

"Fine. If you insist" I spoke shutting the water off. Within a matter of seconds I exited the shower. Feeling his eyes piercing through me.

"Close your mouth. Your gonna catch flies" I said wrapping my towel around my body.

"Mm baby you don't know what your doing to me" He moaned out.

"I don't? Or do I?" I asked opening the door further so I could slip past him. Heading to the bedroom I smiled to myself knowing it was working.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Rushing over I peeked through the hole to see y/b/n standing there. Thankful both of our COVID tests came out negative I smiled welcoming her inside.

"Hey y/n/n"

"Y/b/n!" I shouted happy to see her after so long.

"So how's he doing?" She asked knowing all about my plan.

"Not good. I love him I really do but paybacks a bitch. I can't wait til his interview" I smirked walking her to my room.

I was quick to change into a cute matching set with only one of his band shirts layering on top.

"Wow. He's gonna be drooling"

"That's the plan. Thanks for doing this again"

"Its no problem. What are best friends for? Just promise me you'll give me every detail tomorrow. You know after he breaks"

"I promise" I said as we both giggled exiting the room. We made our way towards the living room pulling out the supplies she had brought over for our eventful day.

Y/b/n and I enjoyed each other's company for a while. Catching up on our new quarantine rituals. It wasn't long before Charlie came out of the restroom completely shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I bit my lip coming back to reality when y/b/n bumped my shoulder.

"Y/b/n. You're here" Charlie said running his fingers through his hair. He knew what he was doing.

"Yeah. I came to spend time with my best friend. Did you see her today by the way?" Y/b/n said taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. I chuckled at her antics realizing she'd done it on purpose to give him a full view of what I was wearing. If something drove Charlie Gillespie crazy. It was me wearing his band tees.

"I didn't. Thank you for that" Charlie spoke sending daggers through me.

"I hope you don't mind. I barrowed your shirt to paint. I can change if you wa-"

"No! No no baby keep it on. It looks amazing on you" He said a small smile playing at his lips.

"Thanks baby. When's your interview?"

"In like 20 minutes. I'm gonna go get ready"

"Sounds good. We'll be on the balcony painting. That good?"

"Of course baby" I smiled walking out on the hard cemented area placing down our stuff.

We specifically chatted those 20 minutes waiting for Charlie to come out of the bedroom.

"I'm going live" Charlie called through the screen door.

"Okay good luck" I called back. I saw him send me a wink before setting up his phone where the sun was hitting him perfectly.

"This is perfect" I whispered to y/b/n as we pulled out our paints.

"I know. I can't believe he set himself up right there" She whispered back. I giggled pulling out the pastel pink from the bag.

"Charlie!" I heard the interviewer shout. My boyfriend clearly estatic.

"Hey man what's up?"

"What's up with me? What's up with you? Your our first cast member of the day. So for starters we wanna know what's up with you?"

"Nothing much man. I mean I've been writing a lot recently"

"Oh yeah can we be expecting any music coming out soon away from the Julie and the Phantoms band?"

"Uh no. That's kind of where I'm at right now which is amazing you know? Working with such great cast and bandmates it's great"

"Sounds like it. So where do you get inspiration from during this whole new situation we're in? It must get boring"

"Uh it does at times when I'm alone. Which is rare since I've been quarantining with my girlfriend. She's amazing company and overall my biggest inspiration"

"Girlfriend? Are you guys at her place or yours?"

"Hers man. I didn't wanna disturb her peace but she insisted and it's just been amazing. I love her" He said my heart fluttering at his words. I looked over at y/b/n to see her smirking at me.

"What about your cast? Do they know her?"

"Oh yeah. Like my family, they absolutely love her which is great. You know their approval means a lot to me so it's nice that everyone gets along with her just fine"

"That's good to hear so moving back to your music" The interviewer continued changing subjects. With his wholesome answers I almost felt bad denying him my touch today. And almost felt bad what I'd be doing next.

Almost.

After about 15 minutes I began to laugh at nothing signalling it was go time. I glanced back see Charlie staring up at us. Clearly trying to focus on the interviewer speaking. Clearly.

"Stop!" I whisper shouted at my best friend who splattered pain on me. I repeated her actions earning a giggle from the girl.

Suddenly I felt a cold sensation hit me. She had thrown our water cup at me in return I splattered more paint towards her. Trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"No yeah thanks man. I had fun" I heard Charlie say. Signifying the interview was nearly over.

"No thank you. Charlie Gillespie everyone. Up next Owen Patrick Joyner!" The man shouted before the living room went silent.

"Done?" I asked turning back to look indoors. The door screen being the only thing between us and the indoors.

"Yeah. What happened?"

"I don't know y/b/n what did happened?" I asked the girl in a teasing voice. Moving back slowly letting the sun hit my body. The white shirt on my body becoming see through.

"Cover up baby"

"Y/b/n doesn't mind right babe?" I asked her.

"Nope. We've been best friends forever Charles. I know her inside out. I also know you should probably get changed out of that"

"Or I could just do this" I replied removing the shirt from my body altogether. I watched as Charlie's jaw dropped in surprised.

"Cute set. Victoria secret?"

"Pink" I answered walking into the living room.

"Huh. I would've never guessed. Oh shoot it's already 5:00 o'clock? I should get going. I have to get to Dylan's house. Do you need help cleaning up?"

"No!" Charlie shouted before I could answer.

"No. We've got it y/b/n. No worries"

"Thanks guys" She smiled pulling me into a hug then Charlie. I watched as he walked her towards the door.

Not knowing which one was rushing more him or her.

"Thanks for coming!" I called out grabbing some paper towels to wipe off the water still on my body.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Charlie asked once the door shut.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You've been such a bad girl"

“Me?" I asked looking behind me jokingly knowing I was the only one here.

"Teasing me all damn day. Having y/b/n come over to be a cock block. And then pulling that little stunk during my interview"

"I don't know what your going on about Charles. I didn't know y/b/n name was gonna- Ahhh" I squealed feeling his strong arms wrap around me from behind lifting me up.

"Charlie!" I shouted as he carried me towards the bedroom.

"Yes?" He questioned when he put me down on the bed gently.

"Seriously?" I asked ask he removed his shirt.

"Seriously" He confirmed moving in to kiss me. It was gentle at first but that gentleness soon became hunger. From both ends we fought for dominance. Tired of fighting I gave in as he pushed me further up the bed.

"Charlie please" I pleaded beginning to palm him through his jeans. Feeling him get harder by the second.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Not yet" He whispered making me whine. He chuckled before speaking once more in a hushed tone.

"Now are you gonna tell daddy exactly why you teased him all day?" I groaned knowing there was no way of getting out of this one.

"Nope" I said hoping to move on.

"Mm I don't like the sound of that" He said removing his jeans. I moaned seeing his full body. He was too hot for his own good.

"Now are you gonna tell me or should I return the punishment" I internally groaned not in the mood to be teased.

"I-I just feel like you forget sometimes that I have so much on my plate. And maybe sometimes you could be insensitive about it" I muttered the last part hoping he wouldn't hear. But judging by his features softening he had heard every word.

"I make you feel that way?" he asked caressing my cheek.

"Not all the time but yeah sometimes"

"Baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" He mumbled placing soft kisses on my lips.

"I guess I just forget sometimes that you have so much to do. I just wanna spend all my time with you since that's all I have. I also guess offering to pay for things like your college doesn't help either when your girlfriends independent"

"And capable of doing everything on her own. Including paying for her school and home necessities. I mean it's a nice gesture baby but I'd just appreciate it if maybe you could take a step back and realize I'm only human. And not everyone wants to become an actor. I'm studying really hard to get to where I wanna be. And even if I'm working a boring desk job right now I won't be in the future"

"I know baby and I'm so proud of you for that you know that right?"

"Of course Charlie. And I know your my number one supporter just like I'm your number one fan" I said as he placed small kisses on my nose.

"Good....So you did all this today to get back at me?"

"Well yeah I wanted to have fun. But it's no fun when I too need to resist the urge to jump on you when you come out of the shower shirtless"

"Yeah about that I didn't know y/b/n was here or I wouldn't have walked out like that"

"I know baby. But now that we're alone so can we please just-" My words were cut off by his lips once more.

Giggling at his eagerness I began to palm him through his boxers once more.

"You don't know the things you do to me baby" He whispered pulling my bra down letting my breast fall free. I moaned as he began to suck on the left one and toying with the right one.

"God I missed these"

"Charlie please hurry up" I spoke. He didn't hesitate to remove my panties and his boxers immediately lining himself up at my entrance.

"You've been taking your birth control right?"

"Of course you idiot"

"Ooo aggressive much"

"Charlie if you don-" My words were cut off by a moan as he entered me. Not hesitating to start moving at a steady pace.

"Charlie" I moaned wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Faster"

"I'm so close baby"

"Me too" I panted as he sped up. His thrust becoming sloppier by the second.

"I'm gonna-" He groaned being the first to release. My climax coming not long after. I sighed as we rode our our highs together.

"I love you baby" Charlie said standing up and cleaning me off with a t-shirt of his.

"I love you too" I said as he finally came to lay next to me. Pulling the covers over us.

"You do know I really am proud of you right?"

"I don't know I think you need to prove it to me" I halfheartedly joked.

"If you insists" He whispered pulling me in for a sweet tender kiss.

Time slowing down as we spent the night tangled in each other's arms. Enjoying each other's company. Each other's love.

[under-the-cherrytree]

hiiii~ may I request headcanons or oneshots (you can decide on that) of hanako and tsukasa (separate ofc) witnessing us singing...and then we tell them we're a famous singer? 🤓

Hanako and Tsukasa with a secret singer s/o oneshot❣︎

Warnings: None!

A/n: I totally took this as an advantage to write a oneshot!!

This honestly reminds me of Phantom of the Opera… LOVED THAT MOVIE!

I kind of put small headcanons at the end!

Have a good day or night… enjoy!

I grabbed a pen out of my bag and looked at the homework I failed to turn in. Thankfully, the teacher let me have extra time to do the assignments but because of my concerts, I’m slightly behind. Not everyone in the school knows I’m a singer… just close friends like Nene. I sighed remembering I have Hanako bathroom duty today. I put an earbud in one ear and started to play ‘Play Date’ by Melanie Martinez. (Listening to that song right now <3) Because the teacher was out of the room I, out of instinct, started to sing out loud. My voice hit every note perfectly and echoed in the empty classroom.

“I dont give a fuck about you anyways”

“Whoever said I gave a shit about you”

“You never share your toys or communicate”

“I guess I’m just a playdate to you-” You were cut off due to a loud thud at the door. You turned your head to see fallen books and Hanako a flustered mess, embarrassed he got caught.

“Uh, Hey Hanako… what are you doing here..?” You quietly said, causing him to only grow redder.

“O-oh! I, uhm, You didn’t c-come for bathroom duty today… s-so I just came to check on you that's all!” He stammered.

“Oh, right. I have some homework I need to finish so I will swing by your bathroom after that!” I smiled.

“Y-yeah, sure, I a-also have the daikon and kid s-so…” He averted his eyes from me.

“So I don’t need to come?” I tilted my head.

“N-NO! I want you to come! Eh…”

It was silent until Hanako spoke up a minute later.

“You have a very pretty voice.” You turned to him to see a rare genuine smile on his face. My cheeks started to get warm a bit which was weird because I was used to receiving compliments but I couldn’t help but blush.

“Oh thank you!” I chuckled a bit.

“You can be a singer with that voice of yours…” He floated over to me. You looked up at him and laughed.

“A singer huh?” I laughed some more “You know that singer Nene always talks about?”

“Uhhhh, what was it… do you mean (fake name)?” He pointed at me.

“Yeah… that’s me.” I said so bluntly. I understand how Hanako wouldn’t know because he is dead and all but he just had a blank face processing information.

“Uhm Hanako-”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE A SINGER?!?!” He starts to shake me back and forth.

“Y-you never asked!” I said and he let go of me.

“You can ask Nene for some of my music if you want! Anyways. I have work to do, bye!” I pushed him to the door.

“See you later…” Hanako walked out the door.

“AND PRETTY GIRLS SHOULDN’T SWEAR!” You heard him scream in the halls to which you laughed. You put your earbuds back in and continued to sing. But what you didn’t know was that a ghost sat outside the door listening to your voice. His angel's voice.

He would want to hear a new song as soon as it comes out

Your number one dead fan

He would try to listen to your singing whenever he can

It’s like a lullaby to him

When he’s having an anxiety attack listening to your soft voice makes he feel at safe

He would love to lay his head on your lap and listen to you sing as he falls asleep

He doesn’t show it…

He always wants to be the strong one

But he would love to be taken care of every once and a while :)

You were at the garden finishing up the last of the work. Normally, I would have help but Nene and Aoi were busy today and it was just me. I plugged in my headphones and started to sing the song ‘Pink in the Night’ by Mitski. I started to pull a few baby weeds growing and threw them into the trash bag.

“I hear my heart break tonight…”

“Do you hear it too?”

It’s like a summer shower-”

“HEY Y/N!” You turned to see Tsukasa jump hugged you to the ground.

“You have such a pretty voice!! You should sing more often!”

“H-huh? How long were you there for Tsukasa?? You know I had gardening club today...” I was flustered at his cuteness.

“Long enough to hear your beautiful singing! And I couldn’t wait, I had to see you!” He squealed in your neck.

“Ah, thank you!” I got flushed and we sat up. “I am a singer after all…”

His face lit up.

“YOU ARE?!?!” He hugged you again “CAN I GET BACKSTAGE PASSES TO YOUR SHOWS!! Wait, I can't leave the school… CAN YOU PERFORM IN THE BROADCASTING ROOM?!?! SING FOR ME NOW PLEASE~!!!”

You were kind of shocked how easily he took the news. You wanted to tell him sooner or later but you didn't want to just say it out of nowhere.

“Sure… I can sing for you!” I smiled at the cute ghost. His eyes lit up.

“REALLY?! YAY! My beautiful s/o is going to sing for me!!” Tsukasa’s eyes widened and he floated in the air.

I chuckled and continued the music in my one ear.

“With every drop of rain singing...”

“I love you, I love you, I love you~”

“I love you, I love you, I love you~

Tsukasa hugged you from behind and started to sing along.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!”

You two started to laugh and he floated off of you. You threw away the garbage bag and walked back over to the spirit.

“Ready to go to the broadcasting room my lovely singer~” He held his hand out.

“Of course!” I chuckled and we walked hand in hand to the room.

He would ask Sakura daily “Did y/n make a new song?” “Is Y/n’s album out yet?”

Sakura already knew you were a singer from the moment she saw you

He will ask you to sing some of your songs you wrote in the broadcasting room

It wasn’t his fault the mic was on

He will help you write songs too

His advice is ether helpful or not helpful at all

It’s ether... “You should have a song that goes ‘BOOM BOOM BOOM YEAH’”

Or he will tell you good words that make sense with the song

He loves your singing voice and your his little singer!

[btssk]

Ms. Dokkaebi - Part One

Series Summary: You are the nanny for J-Hope’s older sister Jung Ji Wo. And while you’re great with her kids, best friends with J-Hope, and considered apart of his family, you seem very rude and stand-offish when it comes to the rest of BTS. There’s a tense relationship between you and the other members but when shit hits the fan, they'll realize just how wrong they were about you. But will it be in time.?

Notes: I’m new ARMY who doesn’t know everything there is to know about BTS as individuals so I may not accurately depict them in my writings, but as a FanFic writer who’s found her new muse, i’m just jumping right into it! This was originally going to be a one shot but then I started having too many ideas and points to touch on so I’m turning it into a series. And heads up, i write longgg posts regardless. I’ll probably comb through this a few times after I post to tweak some things. Also, this is obviously written in english but imagine that they're speaking Korean. This is my first BTS fanfic,

Hope you enjoy!

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Pairing: (Platonic) J-Hope x Reader

Summary: You've come to visit your very own personal ray of sunshine Jung Hoseok while on vacation. Despite his unbridled joy at your arrival, the other members of BTS struggle to understand how such terrifying opposites could be attracted to each other.

Warning: swearing, violence

"Here, place these on the table, Canola flowers are her favorite." Hoseok wipes the remnants of soil off his hands and smiles proudly at his personal efforts. "Their train should be arriving shortly, if you still plan to meet them at the station sir." "Right, i'll leave first then. Thank you ladies." The maids bow as he gives his final nod of approval before rushing to the waiting car. "Step on it Dae-Hyun, we can't be late." "Of course sir." "Dae-Hyun," "Yes sir?" "How do I look?" The driver smiled at the multimillionaire international superstar, sweating and squirming in the backseat. "She's going to be thrilled to see you sir."

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"Does that mean I don't look good?"

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"We're here! Everyone come welcome our special guests!" Two little kids fly into the house faster than Hoseok could finish announcing their arrival. Next came their frantic mother scrambling to collect them and scold the poor manners they were presenting.

Jin gets up from sitting in the living room with both arms open wide, inviting the kids to jump into them. "It's okay Ji Wo, i've missed my little feathers." "We're not little feathers!" "Of course you are! See, I can do this!" He starts spinning around as fast as he can. Hoseok stands besides his sister smiling at his niece and nephew flying in circles. "Too fast!" "No more Ahjussi!" Jin stops spinning, "Ah-Ahjussi? Ahjussi?! Who are you calling Ahjussi? You think i'm so old that I deserve to hear such things?! Ya! You think you'll be young forever?" Jin begins tickling and shaking the two until they're begging him to stop. "You'll be my age soon and let’s see how you like being called Ahjussi! I'm not even that old!"

Jin's signature 'eldest-rant' calls the rest of the members into the living room. "I don't know Jin, i'm starting to see some grey hairs." Jungkook joins in on Yoongi's joke, "Oh, there on the sides right?" "Mm, yeah." "Stob it!"

By the time you entered the room, everyone had already shared their hello's with Ji Wo. Her kids were outside running around with Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin. Jin was still fuming over being called Ahjussi despite Namjoon's best efforts to calm him down, while Yoongi stood by doing his best to turn Jin into a talking tomato.

Busy helping his sister move the luggage to the guest house, Hoseok left your welcome party in the hands of dumb and dumber, plus one. The three kept at their bickering until Namjoon finally noticed you. You dropped two large duffel bags at your feet and wore all black, head to toe. No makeup, hair in a half-assed updo, and shoes still on after entering the home? You weren’t here to impress and currently, were not impressed either.

Namjoon straightened up his appearance before nudging Jin and Yoongi to follow suit. Yoongi hid his smile and offered a very sweet and shy apology. And while Jin was obviously embarrassed to have been caught acting so childish in front of a stranger, this fact presented a dilemma. Why was there a strange woman in his living room? An American woman, with a very unpleasant look of irritation and disapproval on her face? 'Does she not see how handsome I am?' Remembering that he was in his own home and the eldest person present, he chose an informal tone. "Ya. Who are you. How’d you get in here?" No response. The only change being your eyes now solely locked onto Jin. A slight relief to Namjoon and Yoongi. "Did you hear me? Who are you, what do you want?"

"...."

"What you don't speak Korean?"

Silence.

"Aishh," Jin put his hands on his hips, "So, You American came to Korea just to step into a Korean household and not only refuse to address your senior, to state your business, or atone for these things, but can't even speak Korean to begin with? Unbelievable." After another chance to explain yourself, yet remaining silent, Jin rolls his eyes and grabs his phone. "Fine. I'm calling security." Now you looked pleased, almost amused. Did you understand what he had said? Clearly not since you were smiling, but, did you? The three members wait with you in the deafening silence.

A couple minutes and guards storm into the room scanning for the intruder. Jin immediately starts yelling and pointing for them to take you away. Yet you don't move an inch as the guards surround you. Instead, you smile sweetly in return for their low bows. The member's are stunned as the head of security addresses you and you only. "Our apologizes for this mishap Ms. Y/n, it won't happen again." You nod, accepting his notion, and Jin couldn’t take it anymore, "What! what is this?! Who is she that she can enter my home uninvited with more authority than me?!" The guard's explanation is interrupted by Hoseok's return. "Oh good, you've met y/n!" He smiles at his friends indifferent towards the scene he interrupted. "Y/n hand me your bag i'll carry it," he gives you his other arm to escort you outside, "Ji Wo and the kids are already unpacked. I'll help you with your stuff. I made sure your room had those pillows and comforter set you really liked from last time-oh! And I have a surprise for you! I went and picked them myself, your favorite! Then we can talk about what you want for dinner tonight..." The three ‘men’, who were correctly feeling as less than such, watched you step into the guest house as if you owned that too.

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"Explain."

"Oh good, I needed a second opinion! I like the yellow shirt but it's a bit much for dinner at home right? Then there's the blue but it doesn't compliment my eyes very well. Maybe the white one then? You can't go wrong-"

Jin slaps the shirts out of Hoseok's hands.

"No! Explain the woman who just walked into my home with zero etiquette, highjacked my home, security team, and is now downstairs with her bare feet on my coffee table!"

"So you're thinking the blue one."

"Hobi!"

"Jin can you keep it down, i'm trying to take my pre-dinner evening nap," Yoongi throws himself on the bed, "But to his point; Who is she?"

Hoseok picks up the blue shirt and pulls it on. "Uh, well that's a loaded question. I know that she can be very, well, i'm sure you've noticed,"

"Yes, continue."

"But, I guess, she's my best friend." Every remaining member bursts through the door, silently threatening him to say it again. Even Yoongi twisted his head, "The hell did this bitch say." Jin takes the lead scolding Hoseok's blasphemous comment, with the others suddenly becoming faithful followers of their beloved Ahjussi. Once finished fiddling with his shirt, Hoseok addressed the room full of crybabies. "Maybe 'best friend' wasn't the most appropriate label, but she IS someone very special to me. So please, all of you go get dressed and be ready to eat dinner in an hour. I need this to be perfect. It's important, please." He hurries out of the room to find you, leaving his very much so established and unquestionably best friends unsatisfied with his explanation.

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"Tell me to hurry up...look nice...feet on my table!...she's the mean one...I don't even like spicy food...Will you come help me already you see me struggling!" Namjoon was certain his hands were going to fuse with his face if he listened to this for another second. He gladly stood up to help Jin with his tie, "If it'll end your ranting about y/n-"

"Stupid name"

"You met her once for five minutes; you don't even know her." "Ah, five minutes was ten minutes too long." "That still doesn't make any sense," Namjoon grumbles for the billionth time since meeting his friend, "There, done."

"And why are we wearing ties anyways? We're at home! Ji Wo's family! I'm expected to look Grammy's ready for that…that Dokkaebi!?" Yoongi sits up from Jin's bed laughing, "That what?" "When did you get there?" "Did you just call y/n a Dokkaebi? I haven't heard name calling like that since primary school." Jin charges at Yoongi shaking his finger, "You know it! You were there, both of you! You saw her smiling at us; like a blind person winking. Just, empty." A chill runs up Jin's spine that Namjoon and Yoongi have to admit they also felt. "Hear me, that goblin will only cause us problems." "You're overreacting-"

"Her.bare.feet! On.my.coffee table!"

"Look she's special to Hobi, that means she can't actually be that bad right? And again, we only met her for five minutes-" "That was ten minutes-" "DO NOT say it again it makes NO sense! We didn't make a very good first impression either, so let's consider dinner a fresh start." Namjoon and Yoongi guide a still disgruntled Jin down to dinner. They can hear the kitchen is already crowded with conversation, children laughing, and food on the stove. Namjoon takes a deep breath, "Fresh start boys. Be nice." They round the corner to see your eyes already baring deep into their souls. Jin leans into his friend’s tiger grips on him and whispers, "See, see! Some of her goblin tricks already. Evil little mi-chin nyeon-" "You sure you want to finish that sentence." Your comment draws Hoseok’s attention to his friends, "Hey guys! Come have a beer, we're almost done cooking." The trembling mice men find a safe distance from you on the other side of the island and Hoseok hands them each a drink. But Jin’s eyes never leave yours, except to make sure that the knife in your hand is still chopping vegetables and not plunging into his chest. "So, you can speak Korean." "Of course, what kind of American would I be to come all the way to Korea, enter a Korean household, and not be able to address my senior. The honor is mine, Ahjussi." You throw in a lopsided bow at the end but Jin is far from impressed. Namjoon grabs another beer, "Here we go..." Before he has the chance, Jin's attention is on his legs. "Do the funny walk!" "Yeah, the funny walk!" "Oh, I think i'm too old, now that i'm 'Ahjussi Jin'." The twins plead with him until they're disappearing down the hallway, holding on for dear life as he flails his legs as much as possible. You finish cutting the vegetables and hand them to Ji Wo at the stove. Before you have a chance, Hoseok takes the dishes from your hands, "I can clean these too y/n, you go grab a drink and hang out while Ji Wo and I finish up. Your seat is right there next to mine!" If he could walk for you he would, even if he didn't have legs himself. Annoying and embarrassing at times, like now, but at the end of the day you loved that about him; so unashamedly sweet to you like no one else would dare to be.

You go slip into your Hoseok-assigned seat at the table next to Yoongi and count how long it’ll take him to grow a pair and say what's on his mind.

"So y/n,"

27 seconds,

"how do you know Hobi?" "I work for Ji Wo." "Oh, like a secretary?" 'The fuck?,' "Or not. Then, some security guard? No! Not that i'm saying you’re manly or anything, you're very attractive-not that i'm attracted to you-NOT that there's a reason I shouldn't be!" Yoongi chokes on his words long enough for you to respond. "I'm her nanny." You see the first unpetrified emotion cross Yoongi's face since meeting, "Really? You…like, kids?" "Of course. They're adorable." He'd have an easier time believing you if you didn't look like you were recounting the hells of war. Lost on how to continue the conversation, Yoongi tries a new approach.

He moves a tray of assorted fruit towards you, "Here. Do you like fruit? We bought all of this fresh from the local market." "I already had some." "Oh. Okay, good.. Um, I love the tangerines. I bought a whole bundle...where'd they go?” Yoongi notices that his dozen of tiny orange babies are the only fruits missing from the tray. Once again your eyes were waiting for his to catch up. "Did you-" Without breaking eye contact, possibly without breathing since Yoongi’s doubting you even have a heart right now, you peel the last tangerine. You do it slow enough that if you listened closely, you could hear it crying for 'papa Yoongi' to save it. "My...you ate...all of them." The poor boy looked like he went bankrupt with a wife and kids to feed back home. Ironic maybe? He tried his best to swallow his emotions, "That's okay. You're our guest; I'm happy to share anything with-" You pop Yoongi's last little baby into your mouth and he snaps, "That's it. Who hurt you. I demand to know." A slightly sweaty Jin joins the stand-off over his friend’s shoulder with the same scowl on his face, "See...Dokkaebi." Yoongi swears his loyalty with a single word. "Dokkaebi.."

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"Y/n i'm going to the restroom, can you-" "Got it." "Thanks!" Ji Wo runs around the corner leaving you in charge of the children. All, of the children.

Most are taking their seats, Hoseok is practically in your lap talking your ear off, and Jin is trying to shake off the two urchins still stuck to his legs. "Please!? Where is your mother it's been hours, days even!" The twins laugh at his joke and Namjoon again tries to convince Jin that he doesn't make any sense.

"No, more more!"

"Yeah more!"

"More!"

"More! MORE!"

Hoseok eventually nudges you, "Come on y/n, enough fun, the foods going to get cold." 'We never do what I want.' You snap your fingers and point to the chairs across from you. The two tumble over each other trying to see who could be the fastest. So competitive. You were proud. "Whoa, could you train Yeontan to be that obedient?" "You calling my kids dogs." There's a slight breeze behind you that could only be from Hoseok's frantic motions for Taehyung to stop talking. "I, no...nevermind."

Ji Wo comes back and sits next to her son, "Okay, let's eat!" Everyone starts to fill their plates and converse amongst themselves. Hoseok is making your plate while you're busy making the kids'. Sitting on the other side of the twins is Jungkook. He gives himself a pep-talk until he's confident that he's about to do the right thing. Yet, across from him, Yoongi and Namjoon shoot him every desperate facial expression that they know. Whatever Jungkook is about to do, they're sure it's a bad idea. 'What are they mouthing? "Dok...Dokkaebi?" What? That doesn't make any sense.' He gives them a curt 'I got this' smile so the two give up.

'Poor bastard.'

'It's always the innocent.'

Jungkook grabs the bowl in front of him and holds it out towards you. "Y/n, I made this dish specially for you. It takes a few hours to prep and another two for cooking, but Hoseok spoke so fondly of you I knew it was worth the time." You feel the pride radiating from Hoseok when he places his hand over yours. The whole thing's silly, but you let your little sunshine have his moment. "The sauce is my grandmother's secret recipe and I made the noodles from scratch. It's always a crowd favorite when I make it. I'd love it if you had some! Let me put some on your plate." "No thanks." Jungkook stops mid-reach across the table and his doe-eyed smile falters. "I, uh, promise you'll love it. It's the best dish on the table! Please, just try it-" "You trying to kill me (?) I said no" "But-" "And I won't say it again."

A pained silence falls over the group, but nothing compares to the hurt on Jungkook's face. Defeated and humiliated, he slides back down into his chair too embarrassed to lift his head. Then, "I want some!" the little girl next to him slaps a smile back on his face. "Of course sweetie, here!" This time Hoseok and Ji Wo are the ones quick to speak up in a panic. "No hun, you can't." "Jungkook don't-"

*CLINK!*

Your eyes snap to the spoon still spilling pasta on the plate. The sound rings out and fades away without a single interference. Jungkook's frozen in fear, everyone is, as they should be. You can feel Hoseok desperately squeezing your hand, silently begging you not to cut off his friends'. Ji Wo's face is pleading the same case. You listen to Jungkook's heart beat out of his chest for a few more seconds, watch his life flash before his eyes to truly remember this moment by. Removing your hand from Hoseok's, then placing it over his, is reassurance that he and Ji Wo can stop shaking. As for everyone else, they're nothing more than deer caught in headlights. "There's shrimp in that. She, and I, are both allergic to shellfish. If you feed her that, she'll die in minutes, and then you would die in seconds. Am.I.clear." There was another silence while Jungkook struggled to keep his soul from leaving his body. He couldn't believe what he had almost done and begged forgiveness from Ji Wo, "I-I'm so sorry! I had no idea, honest I wouldn't have-" "It's okay Kook, I know that you didn't know. It was an accident," her eyes drift towards you, "right y/n."

She's weary. She can tell that you haven't calmed down, not enough at least. You take your job very seriously; you love her kids as if they were your own. And if you ever did have kids of your own, then god save us all. You really were like a second parent to the twins. The kids once asked if the two of you were going to get married some day. You and Ji Wo were both laughing your asses off until you realized that Eun had fallen out of her chair. Her face was turning purple and her throat had nearly swollen shut. She laid motionless on the floor with her eyes digging into y/n's, begging for help. But no one saw what happened and didn't know what to do. Y/n took a gamble since it was their first time having lobster and gave her her epi-pen. As relieved as Ji Wo was to hear her daughter start breathing again, it would be a few weeks for her, and you, to completely move past what happened. That was the first and only time Ji Wo had seen you so unnerved; truly afraid. And right now she saw that same memory flash over your eyes in a blinding loop. She tries again, "Y/n, it was an accident…It's okay now."

"Y/n," Hoseok's gripping your fist with both of his hands, "She didn't eat any, she's okay. Jungkook knows now, they all do. Right." Every head at the table shook furiously, but you saw none of it. Your eyes locked onto Jungkook and debated which fingers to break first.

Then you felt Hoseok's grip on you change. It loosened, and his fingers gently ran over the back of your hand, something that always forced you to relax. "Angel," One of your biggest weaknesses, "please, for me." was hearing him beg. 'And that dang pet name.' You let out all of your pent-up energy into one labored sigh, finally releasing the dinner guests as hostages. Yoongi jumps from his chair as you abruptly stand. "What did you learn Jungkook." "She's-you both!-are allergic to shellfish," poor thing had been on the brink of crying this entire time, "I swear that I will never forget it-" "No. You don't question me. Ever again."

While you're turned to grab a clean plate for Eun, "Chin-hae don't stand on your chair-!" you hear the sweetest voice back you up. "Yeah! You don't ask y/n questions!" He's all but using his sister's head as a prop while sticking his sticky finger in Jungkook's face, “giving him the business” about not asking anymore questions or trying to kill his sister again. You motion for him to sit down once you're back and shoot a wink. 'That's my boy.'

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"Again, Ji Wo, I am so sorry for earlier at dinner. I still feel absolutely awful about it."

"It's okay Jungkook, honestly. Y/n always carries an epi-pen for both of them. Even if Eun had eaten some, she would've been okay."

"So then, that whole "she'll die in minutes, you'll die in seconds" thing was y/n just messing with me, right?"

"Of course, no chance she'd let Eun get even close to dying."

Jungkook relaxes just enough sipping his coffee to choke on it when Ji Wo continued, “But she might still kill you, that wasn't a joke." Jimin smacks his friend's back until he settles.

After dinner, you took the twins to the guest house to get ready for bed. Everyone else stayed behind and congregated towards the living room to properly catch up with Ji Wo. Before getting married, the boys saw her around all the time. Since then, they only see her on the rarest occasions. It sucks, but that's the way it has to be.

"Anyways, thank you all for letting us stay here. I know it's not everyday you guys get the chance to go on vacation."

All of you were staying at BTS's vacation home out on Daecheong Island. Technically it was Jin's vacation home, but since he always said yes when the member's wanted to use it, no one bothered listening to his empty protests anymore.

The island is located in northern South Korea; just west of Seoul. The home was well secluded, on the coastline with plenty of space and privacy, about an hour or so from the nearest town. It was a favorite place for the boys to get away since they had true privacy while there, but could still feel like they were at home. And rarely if ever would they draw attention while in town. The locals knew who they were but lived their own lives on the island and didn't care to bother them.

Namjoon pats Ji Wo's back, "Don't worry about it. We're happy to have you." "Yeah. No filming, practices, recording schedules," Jin stretches back in his chair, "no responsibilities what so ever. Plus now, you and the little ones are here? Talk about a good time." He turns towards Ji Wo though, momentarily becoming serious, "And no one knows where we are. Promise." The rest of the group offers reassurance to Ji Wo.

Hoseok leans in close to his sister, "You didn't tell anyone where you were going right? Didn't have any issues?" She shakes her head no. Anyone else would think that the boys were worried about people finding out where they were. But Ji Wo knew the truth. They wanted to make sure no one knew where she was. Especially her children.

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Flashback

You remembered the first and only time that you had met Ji Wo's ex-husband. It was the twins' third birthday party and the first of many without their father. Ji Wo pulled out all the stops to try and make it as special as possible. There ended up being just enough commotion for him to sneak in through the side gate.

You'd heard plenty about how he lost custody of the twins due to his alcoholism, and how more than once it led him to put his hands on the them. Not to mention the few screws he had loose in the head. He'd never do anything less than swear he loved his children more than anything and just wanted to be a family. But after putting Ji Wo and the twins in the hospital, twice, he didn't stand a chance in court. At the final hearing he reeked of alcohol and rambled on about making Ji Wo pay for stealing his children from him. He was detained for disorderly conduct and Ji Wo won sole custody.

There wasn't a word from him after that so no one expected him to show up that day.

You didn't know what he looked like, but the new stench of alcohol in the air and screams from Chin-hae was more than enough information. "Oh come on son, I brought you a present...I think?" The drunk stumbled around trying to feel for the nonexistent gift. Every child ran to their parents as you ushered them all inside the house. Ji Wo didn't have security then, and this was the moment to change that.

Chin-hae and Eun clung to Ji Wo's legs, remembering enough of their father to be afraid. "Seo-Jun. What are you doing here." He acted genuinely offended by her comment, "Is it not my children's birthdays? Their father should be here." He staggered closer and Ji Wo struggled not to shake more than she already was. "N-No. You, should leave. The restraining order-" "TO HELL WITH THAT PIECE OF PAPER!" His outburst even made you jump. You needed to hurry and make sure everyone was safe inside before going to help Ji Wo. Only a few more people and then you would be free to kick his pasty ass.

"Seo-Jun please, you're drunk; you're scaring the kids." "Oh, well then," his posture straightens and eyes go dark, "i'm suddenly feeling very sober. No need to be scared now. Come on kids, give your dear old dad a big hug." Only a sour breath away from them and both kids were soaked in their tears. They cried "Mom no! Don't make us!" "We'll be good! PLEASE!!" "MOM!?" Ji Wo clung onto them as hard as she could without hurting them. She took two steps back for every one Seo-Jun made. "Come on guys, you're not being very nice. You can't still be mad about last time right? I said sorry. And hey! I have some new friends for you to meet." Three men entered the backyard with eyes glued to the kids. "Seo-Jun please! Don't do this!?" "Ji Wo. Honey, you know I won't ask again," he holds out his arms, "Hand them over." When the men start advancing Ji Wo drops down to her knees to shield her children as best she could. But she was crying just as hard as they were, just as terrified.

One man had his hand on Eun's flailing leg for less than a second before being drop kicked by you running at full speed. He didn't get up until the ambulance arrived. Without hesitating you go after the next one, throwing hit after hit until he falls and doesn't get up. The third pulls out a knife and you see red. Knives, real knives like these, sent you into an unstoppable rage. You had plenty of reasons to hate them, and even more to hate Seo-Jun. The man took a few swipes at you before taking a misstep and gives you the opening you need. A single move and you get ahold of the knife, toss it, and start breaking as many of his bones as possible. This wasn't just about stopping a kidnapping anymore, it was making sure they suffered as much as time allowed you.

This would be the first time Ji Wo and the kids see you fight; see you turn into a monster, "Y/n?" and Hoseok. The look on your face must have terrified him because he stumbles back before being able to focus on the situation. Hoseok runs to help Ji Wo, taking Chin-hae so the four can make a faster break for the house.

Seeing his plan go to shit, Seo-Jun makes a last ditch effort to grab at least one of the kids. He takes after Ji Wo and Eun but luckily he's a lot slower than you are. You drop the near lifeless body you'd been breaking and sprint after him. He sees you coming and his desperation overtakes logic. Seo-Jun reaches into his jacket, "You're not taking them away again bitch! Let's see how you like it!!"

*CLICK*

"Y/N!!"

*BANG!*

A silent cry forces its way out. You're hands radiating fire from the new hole in the side of it. Your panicked reflex led to sloppy technique in redirecting the barrel of the gun from Eun. you can't let it slow you down. A left hook and solid kick to the side of his knee and Seo-Jun crumbles. Working through the pain, you knock the gun out of his hand and jump on top of him, hitting him with everything you've got; every punch you know with all the strength you have left. You couldn't feel anything from your right hand up to your elbow, 'guess I'll just have to keep going until it comes back.'

-

You don't know how long it's been, could be minutes maybe only seconds, but Seo-Jun had stopped moving. You know that you should probably quit now, but hearing Eun scream for you a moment ago was far too close to home. You knew that sound; you're brother made that sound. And the more you remembered it, the more it seemed this high you were on would never end. You didn't want it to. You hated Seo-Jun for everything he's done and for everything he reminded you of. The life you fought through Hell to escape from. If he lived through this, you swore you'd finish him off for good one day.

Your ears were still ringing from the gunshot but a voice fought it's way through. "y/n...Y/N! You have to stop! It's okay now! You need to calm down! Please!" If Hoseok would be honest with himself, he was too afraid of you to do more than scream from a safe distance, let alone try and touch you. The way you weren't letting up on Seo-Jun's body even for a moment. He looked over at the man you had been beating up when he arrived. His body was crumpled and folded over like a distorted carcass. It was inhumane; indigestible. He knew parts of your past but seeing it manifest in front of him? he didn't imagine being this afraid of you. Would you ever hurt him? How thin was this line you toed? Did he know you at all- "AHH-!"

*BANG!*

Hoseok doesn't move when blood splatters across his face. He can't even will his tears the courage to fall. He had been too lost in thought to realize the second man you attacked had gotten up. How he had only been step or two away from him, gripping his partners knife. He didn't notice how swiftly you turned and shot him with Seo-Jun's gun. Square between the eyes without blinking your own. You killed a man without hesitation, totally relaxed with zero remorse.

The only thing strong enough to pull you out of your rampage was someone you loved being in harms way. No amount of rage could trump the urge to protect them, and only once they were safe would you feel yourself come back to earth. You stood up, back in reality, but Hoseok was still lost in the clouds. Only a few moments ago he was debating the origins of your soul, now he knew you were his guardian angel. If not for you he would be a pile of sliced meat right now, or Ji Wo, or even the twins. They could have been taken like Seo-Jun wanted or worse, also like Seo-Jun wanted. Ji Wo was helpless to stop it and he arrived too late regardless. You knew all of this already, that's why you fought for them. With all of your heart you protected Hoseok's family; his whole world, and now him too. He'd never be able to repay you.

"D.I.P.D.! Drop the gun! Hands up both of you!"

"Backyard is secure."

"Roger that. Civilians are all accounted for and inside of the home is secure."

"We've got four bodies; call for another ambulance." "Yes sir."

"Check for pulses and take those two into custody already!" "Sir!"

The next month was nothing but back to back court hearings, being shuffled to and from your holding cell, and meeting with lawyers before and afterwards. Everyone who was at the birthday party had to testify in court, then they were free to go. But almost every one stayed throughout the entire trial. Your motives weren't lost on them; they knew what a monster Seo-Jun was and it was obvious what he was there to do. Each testimony painted you as the selfless hero who saved the day. Mounted against Seo-Jun was a multitude of eye witness testimonies, means and motive, forensic evidence, the crime scene report, and the irrefutable security camera footage. Seo-Jun's remaining accomplices got 18 months by accepting a plea deal while Seo-Jun himself received 3 years, eligible for early release after 2 on good behavior.

Normally with the amount of evidence against Seo-Jun, this case would have been open and shut in a matter of days. But in private you were being psychologically evaluated and cross examined by both teams and the judge personally, to determine your own fate. Your personal file, although sealed from the public and PI Investigations, had to be taken into consideration. In the end you were cleared of all charges and free to go. If anyone asked, the delay in your release was due to some "administrative issue with the paperwork or whatever" and so you spent that time just sitting in your cell counting sheep.

During your release, "We know who Seo-Jun is y/n. Be careful," the judge leans in close as you walk past her and whispers, "stay close to those kids." That decided your fate, whatever that may come to be. This wasn't over; Seo-Jun would be back, so not a day would go by that you weren't by their sides.

You were prepared for the worst when you saw the Jung's again. You thought they'd call you a monster and tell you to stay away. But tears poured from your eyes when Chin-hae and Eun crashed into your legs and refused to let you leave them again. Ji Wo's hug surprised you most, you two had never hugged before. She immediately hired you as the kids' personal bodyguard but if anyone asked you were their nanny. (A secondary role you fell into). She moved you into one of the spare bedrooms of her new undisclosed address and location home, just down the hall from the kids' rooms. She told you to do what you want with the room; paint it, rearrange it, knock out a wall, you name it. Then gave you a personal black card to use how you like. You told her it was all too much, trying to remain humble and modest, but it just made her cry. She couldn’t comprehend how else she could repay you for what you did for her and the kids, not that she felt this even amounted to enough.

Next you hand picked her new security detail. Each candidate had to fight you in hand-to-hand combat as the final test, and whoever didn't go down in 30 seconds made the cut. One of them managed to land a hit and became head of security, also your fill in whenever you weren't around.

Hoseok hadn't come around the first few days after your release. 'Why would he, he saw what I can really do. What i'm really like.' Ji Wo would tell you not to worry or think too much, that he probably just needed a bit more time to process some things.

You woke up on morning and were instantly suspicious, "What?" Ji Wo just kept smiling ang giggling to herself on the couch, "Oh, nothing. Just a funny book." "You're not reading a book-" "Oh the door! I wonder who that could be." You turn to the guard stationed in the main hallway, "She hasn't been drinking has she?" "No ma'am."

Ji Wo prances back into the room, "It's for you!" then off into the kitchen. "Ji Wo I know you're pretending; you haven't cleaned a single dish in 6 years." "Just go to the door?!" You shuffle down the hall, "I hope your mystery guest doesn't mind me looking like hell!"

"They don't,"

you stop.

"They think you always look pretty great actually."

"Hoseok..."

He stood at the door holding your favorite flowers and dressed to the nines, "What is this, what are you doing?" He stepped through the threshold, "Can I come in? I don't want to end up like the last guy who didn't ask you." His joke was stupid and inappropriate but he laughed like a goofball all the same. You tried to smile but couldn't stop the frown from forming. You look down at your feet suddenly feeling ashamed and embarrassed in front of Hoseok. He closes the door and puts down the flowers. He holds your hands in his, "What's wrong?" "Nothing I," 'I was afraid you hated me,' "I just missed you. You haven't been around since..." The words were stuck in your throat and you were at a loss at how to get them out. "I thought..." He understood, "Hey no, no. I'll admit I did need some time to process what happened but, I could never..." 'I'm not afraid of you,' He cupped your face and lifted it to make sure you heard this next part, "I owe you my life y/n. You saved all of us, and that's not something that a bad person would do. I could never be afraid of you; I love you." You wiped a stray tear and playfully punched Hoseok in the shoulder, "Hobi don't," "What? I don't mean like that!" You both laughed. It was a relief to feel like things were back to normal between the two of you.

"You know what I mean." "Yeah I do. I love you too Hoseok. Now seriously, what is all of this; what's with the get up?" "Oh, well I was worried that you might be feeling a little down so I wanted to treat you to a day out! Starting with breakfast at that fancy restaurant you like." "The one with the giant fish tank? And we get to pick out which fish we want to eat?!" "Yes now hurry up and go get dressed, our reservation's in 45 minutes." Your sprint towards your room looked the exact same as the twins. Passing the kitchen you hear Ji Wo, "He's feeding you isn't he." "YUP! My favorite!" “Bring me back some-" "Absolutely not!"

20 minutes later and you're speeding back down the stairs dressed and ready to go. "There's no need to pull me out the door like this! We have a reservation; we won't have to wait to eat-"

"But all the good fish could already be gone! I want one so fat and juicy it has rolls!"

"Fish don't have rolls-y/n you're drooling on my sleeve-Ew it's on my hand! Let go already!"

You shove his body into the car and jump in after him, "Let's go Dae-Hyun! Get us there in 10 minutes and i'll get you whatever you want to eat." "Deal."

"Don't you mean i'll get him-?"

"Not now Hoseok I have to focus. Momma's going fishing."

Hoseok rolls his eyes at your theatrical evil grin, "For someone with a shellfish allergy you're too excited to eat fish."

"What can I say, I go wherever the spirits lead me."

"You're not spiritual."

"I am when they lead me to fish."

End of Flashback

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"Good night honey. Sweet dreams." You had already finished tucking Chin-hae into bed and now it was his sisters turn. "Sweet dreams y/n. You'll be here when I wake up right?" "Always." You kiss her forehead and turn off the lights when you leave. You went down the hall to your room to change into something more comfortable before heading back out to the main house. Security had already been stationed around the guest house, so you felt okay leaving the twins here alone for a while. On your way out, you passed by the kid's room once more, 'Eun must have been really tired. How has her snoring never woken up Chin-hae before.’

You smile thinking about those rascals on your walk back to the main house.

Jung Chin-hae and Jung Eun.

Your favorite people in the whole world. A fact that hurt Hoseok's feelings even though he felt the same way. He never knew if because of his lifestyle, he would ever actually find true love, get married, and have children of his own. So his niece and nephew were the closest that he was going to get, and he loved them with all of his heart.

Ji Wo chose Chin-hae's name because it means 'depth of the ocean.' Going to the beach and being on the water was something that she craved constantly while she was pregnant with them. It was her escape and sense of peace while she faced struggles in her personal life. She had recurring dreams about sailing off with her children, away from their problems, and starting new lives as mermaids living happily in the sea. When they were born Chin-hae came out first, technically making him older, and it's how he acted. He was a textbook caring and protective big brother to his sister. His emotions could sometimes get the better of him (as demonstrated at dinner) but he had the biggest heart and was so thoughtful. Especially when it came to Eun.

Eun's name was chosen without a second thought. As soon as she opened her eyes, she looked up at Ji Wo with shining silver eyes. As beautiful as they were, there was concern. The doctors did some tests and found out that Eun was colorblind. They explained, in laymen's terms, that the parts of the eye that perceived color hadn't developed and therefor lacked pigment. That's why her eyes looked silver, and how Ji Wo chose her name.

When the two got older, Ji Wo tried explaining that Eun was colorblind, but Chin-hae didn't understand and thought that she meant Eun was completely blind. This misunderstanding created many memories that you'll never forget. You laugh to yourself thinking about one of your favorites. Chin-hae was constantly by his sister's side since learning that she was 'blind'. He was always holding her hand, trying to do everything for her, even tried brushing her teeth every now and then. One time you had called them to dinner but heard the two yelling at each other in the other room.

"Careful Eun! You have hold my hand, there's a step, you'll fall!"

"No I won't! I do it myself!"

"You can't! You're blind!"

"Nu uh! I see you!"

"No! You not see anything!"

Eun gasped, "I not see you?"

"No!"

She immediately started bawling her eyes out, "No oppa, I not see you!"

Chin-hae did his best to comfort her and grabbed her hand, "Hush Eun, it's okay. You always just hold me, like this."

He walked her over to the table and sat like nothing had happened but you couldn't wait to relay it all to Ji Wo. It was the sweetest thing watching him make her plate and then try to feed her. Ji Wo had to explain things a few more times before they finally understood what she meant. Even so, he still describes every color that he sees to her whenever she asks. You often daydream that that's how things could have been with you and your brother.

You let the bitter-sweet memory fade away when you enter the living room and take a seat next to Hoseok. ‘Of course he was saving me a seat next to him.’ He nuzzles himself into your side and carries on talking about the upcoming festival on the island. No one listens to a word he says because how could they? Did he just willingly throw himself into the lions den? What were you going to do they thought,

‘is she going to gouge out his eyes?’

‘Stab him for invading her space?’

‘Pull out his hair?’

‘Use his bones to make her bread-? Oh wait no that’s Shrek.’

Your only reaction though is to put your arm around him and listen to his rambling about this festival. You never bored of your ray of sunshine. You could always count on him to lift you up or calm you down. Of everyone you knew, no one was able to explain how the two of you could be so close. With seemingly nothing in common, you were total opposites and not in a cute Christmas romcom type of way. But maybe that was why you loved him so much.

The expectation is that the people who’d like you would look just as scary, be just as off putting, just as much a monster as you knew you really were. Yet it was someone like Hoseok to welcome you into his life. He saw the sliver of a good heart that you still had and spoke life into it.

“You’ll never leave us again.”

“We owe you our lives.”

“You’re not a bad person.”

“I love you y/n.”

Even though you weren’t into holding hands, snuggling on the couch, or going to whatever festival Hoseok was talking about, you’d do it for him. For all of them. So you let him snuggle into your side while you run your fingers through his hair like he liked, and Hoseok plays with your free hand. “-that sound good to you y/n?”

‘God knows what he’s talking about’

“Yeah sounds good Hobi.”