#no water either since like 06:00 AM

[kurolini909]

I just realized I've been functioning purely on sugar today. Yeah that's probably not good.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅳ Vol.4 Reiji VS Azusa [Track 4]

Original title: 犠牲者たち

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅳ Vol.4 Reiji VS Azusa [CD not owned by me]

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Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi & Kishio Daisuke

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TRACK 4: SACRIFICES

*Rustle*

Azusa: Eve...Eve…

*Rustle*

Azusa: Eve…!

You slowly wake up.

Azusa: Ah...Thank god...You woke up.

You seem surprised yet glad to see Azusa alive and well.

[00:21] 

Azusa: Mmh...I’m glad we were able to...meet again.

Reiji: Good grief. Please do not act so recklessly. 

You ask why Reiji is here as well.

Azusa: Reiji-san...protected you.

You smile. 

Reiji: Azusa. No need to mention unnecessary things.

Azusa: But...It’s the truth.

[00:55] 

Reiji: My hand subconsciously reached out when you suddenly attempted to sacrifice yourself without any consideration. Good grief...This is exactly why I have a hard time dealing with stubborn individuals.

You apologize.

Reiji: Please do not say sorry. Ultimately, it was me who decided I wanted to save you.

You thank him.

Reiji: I do not need your words of gratitude. As a result, this allowed us to reunite with Azusa. I am more than satisfied that we were able to confirm his well-being. 

[01:31] 

Azusa: Fufu...Thank you. I guess you were...worried about me after all.

Reiji: …!! I didn't mean it like that…

You ask Azusa if he has been here this whole time. 

Azusa: Eh…? Yeah...You’re right. After I pushed the plate and the floor gave way from under my feet...I fell down here...It’s pitch-black...and kind of reminiscent of the bottom of a well, don’t you think…? It’s cramped...and so very cold… 

You frown.

[02:28] 

Azusa: I don’t know where we are but...Since neither of you proceeded through the door…

Reiji: Exactly. That means we lost this game. I failed to fulfill my promise to you. ーー My sincere apologies.

Azusa: Oh no. While I’m sad...we didn’t get to save the others...I’m glad you protected Eve…

[03:14] 

Reiji: This happened as a result of my own weakness. It is not something I can be proud of.

Azusa: That’s not...true. You are...kind. 

Reiji: If that is what you wish to believe...Be my guest.

You voice concern about the other Sakamakis & Mukamis. 

Azusa: You’re right...I feel the same way...I’m worried about our families...As long as we’re stuck down here...I doubt they’ll bring themselves to safety…

[04:00] 

Reiji: Yes. I did not want to say this out loud. I can very well imagine they will be murdered. However...Nothing has seemingly happened since we arrived down here. The game should have ended, so why…?

*Splash*

Reiji: ...Hm? Is something the matter?

You point out the water.

[04:27] 

Azusa: Ah...The water? Now that you mention it...It seems to be increasing in quantity…

Reiji: You are right. I am fairly certain it only reached up to about our ankles earlier, but in no time…

You shiver.

Reiji: Could he be...trying to drown us in here!?

You panic.

Azusa: …! Don’t worry...I’m sure there’s still...a way out.

[05:03] 

Reiji: Yes. Azusa is absolutely correct. This game might still be ongoing perhaps. If our loss was definite, Kino should have shown up before me to steal my powers. 

Azusa: Good point...There might be a...clue to get out somewhere…

Reiji: Let us search around for now.

*Splash splash*

Reiji: …! This is..!

[05:38] 

Azusa: Did you find something?

The two of you walk over to Reiji.

Azusa: This is...Another set of plates?

Reiji: Yes. I assume this is the final choice. The words read… …!!

Azusa: ‘Your siblings’ and… ‘Yourselves’...!?

[06:11] 

Reiji: Tsk...That man does not fail to frustrate me to the very end. I suppose he is giving us an ultimatum!? Either we die...or all of our siblings are sacrificed instead. He must have intended to lure us into this trap from the very start. I wonder...just how lightly he thinks of me…? …!!

You frown.

Azusa: Reiji-san...What should we...do? 

Reiji: Haah...The answer is obvious. There is nothing to even contemplate.

Azusa: Eh…?

Reiji steps forward.

[07:05] 

Reiji: I am the heir to the throne. Kino. I will not allow for things to go your way.

Azusa: Wait…! If we choose ourselves, everyone will…!

Reiji: …!

*Thud*

Azusa: Eh…? Did you choose...our families just now?

Reiji: Yes. Those guys are still my brothers after all. 

Azusa: I’m...a little surprised. I was convinced...you’d choose us instead…

[07:56] 

Reiji: It is quite simple. ーー You could say this is my final attempt at showing just how stubborn I can be. While I failed to use my Father’s Powers to their fullest potential, I suppose you could say that saving our families is the final thing I can accomplish. While they are a bunch of hopeless fools, even so, they are my family whom I’ve spent many years together with. I do not wish to sacrifice them to save my own skin. Furthermore, even if I am gone, I am certain things will be fine as long as Ayato and the others are around. ...Fufu. To think I would feel this way one day. ...I suppose this proves that somewhere deep down, I do believe in that lot. 

[08:49] 

Azusa: Mmh. I’m glad...Just as I thought, you like them, don’t you…?

Reiji: The word ‘like’ makes me want to gag but...I suppose you’re not too far off. However, I do apologize for making a hasty decision. Without asking for your opinion.

Azusa: Oh no...Please don’t apologize...I would have made the same choice. My brothers’ safety...is much more important.

*Rustle*

[09:39] 

Azusa: You feel the same way, don’t you, Eve…?

You nod.

Reiji: So you would give the same answer...The fact I involved the both of you as a result of my own shortcomings...is the one thing I will never be able to forgive myself for.

Azusa: That’s not true... Sacrificing your own life...to protect someone else...is a formidable strength, okay?

You agree.

Azusa: Right, Eve?

You nod again.

[10:26] 

Reiji: Fufu...Per usual, you truly are too kind for your own good. ...However, hearing you say that...Makes me feel somewhat less bad about myself.

Azusa: Ah...The water has already reached our waists...That was quick, wasn’t it?

Your complexion grows pale.

[10:57] 

Azusa: Eve...You’re shaking…

You admit to being scared.

Azusa: Mmh...You’re terrified, aren’t you?

[11:06]

Reiji: Of course she is. At least allow me to suck your blood until you lose consciousness. 

Azusa: Mmh. That’s a great idea. So you won’t have to suffer...We’ll make it so...you can pass in your sleep…

*Splash*

Reiji: Well then, focus on the pleasure only. ...To the point where the fear is swallowed.

Reiji bites you.

*Gulp gulp*

[11:52] 

Reiji: Fufu...~ I wonder if it is due to these specific circumstances, but your blood tastes somewhat different from usual. The slight bitter undertone reminds me of tea. You are making a lovely expression. That dreamy look in your eyes...is a sign of your loyalty towards me. 

*Rustle*

Reiji: Are you still bothered by the water? ...Forget everything. At this very moment, you should look only at me. Understood?

You nod.

[12:36] 

Reiji: Good girl. 

*Rustle*

Reiji: Well then...Let me remind you once more...of who exactly you belong to. Hahn…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Mmh...Nn…

*Gulp*

Reiji: Nn…

[12:58] 

Azusa: It’s not fair...Reiji-san gets to have all the fun... I’m up next! I want to...taste Eve.

*Splash*

Azusa: Take a look at your wrist...You can see the veins...pulsing at the base of your thumb... You’re shivering with anticipation...wishing to be bitten by me...Hey, Eve? Watch closely...as my fangs sink inside, okay?

Azusa bites you ask well.

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mmh…

*Sluuurp*

[14:00] 

Azusa: Nn...Hah...Mmh. Fufu~ Seems like you enjoyed that. Your breathless gasps and...overwhelming scent...are all things I treasure...Haah...Hah…

*Splash*

Azusa: ...Fufu~ You like it...when I suck from your ear as well, don’t you?

You flinch.

Azusa: You’re so cute, Eve...My Eve...Only mine…

He bites you again.

*Gulp gulp*

[15:03] 

Azusa: ...Nnh. Haah...How strange...Despite the circumstances...All I can think about...is how much I want you to hog you all to myself…Fufu...~ It’s odd, don’t you think? But...I don’t dislike it. To me...being able to feel this way...makes me plenty happy, you see…

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

[15:57] 

Azusa: Mm...Nn...You want them...even deeper, don’t you?

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Nn…

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Your breathing has slowed down...I wonder if you are nearing your limit?

[16:35] 

Reiji: Seems like it. ...However, you are not satisfied yet, are you? Your blood is still screaming for more. Come on, offer your chest to me, as if you were begging me to bite down.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Hah...Nn…

*Gulp*

Reiji: Mmh…

*Gulp gulp*

[17:06] 

Reiji: The richness is nearly making my head spin...No matter how much I drink, I never feel satisfied. While I do feel somewhat uncomfortable knowing I have been caught in your trap...Well, I suppose I can allow it every once in a while.

*Splash*

Azusa: Ah...Her body went limp.

[17:35] 

Reiji: I suppose this is the end. Well then, close your eyes. You have nothing to worry about anymore. 

Azusa: …I wonder what will happen to the Demon World next?

[17:55] 

Reiji: No need to worry about that. I lost the game, so my powers will be stolen by that man who calls himself ‘Kino’, remember? ーー However, if he proves to be unfit to be the King, I am convinced a member of the Sakamaki family will steal them back from him. Therefore, there is no need to worry about the Demon World. 

Quite some thought had been put into this whole plan. I’m sure he intended to save her from the very beginning as well. While she may be claimed by Kino at first, I doubt he will harm her. 

[18:34] 

Azusa: I see...Then if we leave it up to the others...We don’t have to worry about Eve’s well-being either, do we? 

Reiji: Furthermore, Ayato and the others will definitely come and save you from his clutches, so rest assured.

You seem surprised.

Reiji: Did you truly believe you would meet your end here?

You nod.

[19:06] 

Reiji: I pushed the ‘our families’ plate without a second of hesitation because I was convinced your safety would be guaranteed. Is that not obvious?

You admit that you were fully convinced you would die here. 

Reiji: Good grief...You will never be the brightest bulb of the bunch, will you?

[19:25] 

Azusa: Fufu...I knew it. I’m glad...As long as Eve is safe...That is plenty for me.

Reiji: We do not have much time left. Well then, I shall suck your blood one final time.

Azusa: Don’t forget about us, okay, Eve…?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[djarrex]

Chrono

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ 100%

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: piv shower sex, very brief vaginal fingering

Summary: (See note for explanation) You signaled for your Captain, and he came to you. Instead of your usual spot, you both agreed on a change of scenery. Who’s thirsty? 

A/N: This is just a little Captain Rex oneshot from an idea I had in my head about how the reader could signal Rex by messing with her chrono on her wrist, sort of like purposefully messing with it but while not being too obvious, y’know? It sounds better in my head.

***

About a half hour ago, you had walked by Captain Rex in the war room, signaling him of your… need… in passing. There was this agreement you both had come to: if either one of you needed some stress relief - or even just missed one another - you’d signal with the wiggling of the chrono you both wore on your wrists. It was weird at first; to play with your chrono so much in front of others because it seemed so obvious, but it worked. It always worked. Most of the time it was in passing while on the ship, other times it was at 79’s while you sat with all the guys in their favorite booth.

If you were on the ship, the go-to location was the medbay. It was usually empty except for the medical droids, but you had powered them down in preparation. You ran the med bay, after all. You weren’t expecting any visitors – other than your Captain.

You leaned on the wall, waiting over by the supply closet. Whenever your activities took place in the medbay, they usually carried on in the closet – just in case someone were to waltz in. You always locked the door, but you never know.

Another few minutes went by until the door finally whisked opened. Rex stood at the entrance with his helmet clutched to his side.

You stood up straight, hands on your hips. “Kriff, Rex. I’ve been waiting f- ”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, cyare.” He sighed, stepping into the room and sat his helmet on the counter nearest him.

“What kept you for so long? You know, I think that’s the longest you’ve ever kept me waiting - and I’m including the months I waited for you to finally make a fucking move before we had sex for the first time.”

“Very funny.” He grinned and rolled his eyes, shutting and locking the door behind him.

You stepped closer, your arms folded across you chest. “In all seriousness though, what’s going on, Rex?”

He sighed again. “Looks like I won’t have as much time off as I’d like to. I’m scheduled on the bridge at 06:00 tomorrow morning for a briefing. I’m accompanying General Skywalker, General Kenobi, and Commander Tano on a mission to Zygerria.” Your brows furrowed. Walking over to sit on a cot, you grabbed his hand and led him to sit with you.

“…Zygerria? Maker, Rex. What the hells is on Zygerria?”

“Well... Do you really want me to tell you, or would you rather have me instead? Because I know what I’d rather do,” He grazed your thigh, “and let me tell you, it’s not going over the story of the missing Togrutas and rescue mission. We’re on a time crunch here, cyare.”

As much as you loved the feeling of his hands on you, you weren’t expecting that answer. “Missing… Togrutas?” You widened your eyes, and he frowned.

“Cyare.”

“Ha, sorry.” You leaned in towards him, your mouth close enough to his, threatening a kiss. “Well, since you have to get up really early… maybe we shouldn’t- ” He leaned back from you, his eyes shooting accusing daggers at you.

“I’m sorry, but aren’t you the one who signaled me? Wiggling around your chrono, making a pass through the war room? You never walk through the war room. Common, cyare. You got my attention, so here I am.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, and he loosened up enough do to the same. You reached for his hand still on your thigh and held it in your hands.

“Can you – can you come back to my apartment with me? I need to clean off, seriously. I’ve been sanitizing all day – I probably smell like chemicals.” You saw the cogs turning in his head before he answered. His eyebrow raised, then lowered as he released another sigh.

“Alright, fine. I can’t spend the night, though. As much as I would love to wake up to you in the morning...” He took his other hand and ran his gloved thumb across your bottom lip, “I’m needed for a mission. I’m sorry.” Rex never was truly able to relax, and you absolutely felt for him. It seems like the only times he’s ever able to really let loose is when he’s with you, and even then, there is always some metaphorical clock ticking in the background, counting down the seconds he has left with you before he’s needed by his General again.

You nodded and smiled, knowing that he’s doing his very best and you were grateful he was even willing to go back to your place at all. Having him in your bed will always beat the medbay on this ship or the alley behind 79’s.

“Hey, you go first.” You gestured to the door as you caressed his cheek, “I’ll wait a few minutes before heading off the ship and meet you back at my place in an hour. Sound good?” 

***

About half an hour later you were back home and were beyond ready for some leave time. You tossed your bag haphazardly on the counter, making your way to your room to quickly shed off your clothing, tossing them into a bin. As your top came off over your head you got a huge whiff of chemicals - you were a walking fire hazard.

Turning the sanisteam on the hottest setting, you stepped in and closed your eyes. The showers on the Resolute were fine, better than most probably, but nothing compared to your shower. The pressure of the scalding water dug into your scalp as you massaged the soap into your hair. You turned the setting slightly cooler - so you didn’t acquire third degree burns from a shower - and stood in silence while the water rained down on your tired form. Once your hair and body were clean, you decided to stand under the water for just a little while longer, letting your muscles relax as your head tilted back with your eyes closed for just a little while longer -

“Cyare, are you enjoying yourself?”

Your eyes shot open as you were pulled out of your relaxing trance. He stood just outside the ‘fresher fully armored, sans helmet, and watched you with a cocked head and a smirk. 

“Stars, Rex. Sorry I -” You turned around to shut off the sanisteam but he stopped you.

“No, wait. Don’t turn it off.” You raised a quizzical brow and folded your arms against your chest. Was – was he wanting to join you?

“You going to join me, Captain?” You were unable to hide your mischievous grin. With that, he quickly worked at his armor and tossed it all into a pile in your adjoining room. You watched in amusement as he shed his blacks and threw them in the bin with your own dirty clothes.

As soon as he stepped in the shower, there was no time wasted. You were gently pressed against the wall of the shower, your back making contact with the cool tiles as Rex let his hands travel up and down your waist. His lips met yours; your hands shot up to cup his face while his hands decided to head south.

Before you knew it, you were moaning into his mouth as he worked your clit with calloused fingers.

“Please Rex, I want you. I want your cock. Please.” He smiled against your mouth, still working his fingers, but letting them trail down to the outside of your hole, teasing your entrance.

“Are my fingers not good enough for you, cyare?” He breathed a laugh into your mouth, earing a low moan from you.

“No… no, they’re p-perfect – always – perfect. I just… I need m-more.”

His fingers retracted from your heat. Before you could complain at the loss of contact, your left thigh was being lifted up around his waist and your arms quickly wrapped around his neck in an attempt to hold yourself steady. He teased your clit with the head of his cock, earning whimper out of you.

“Rex, please.”

His voice, deeper than ever, set off fireworks in your gut, “Yes, ma’am.” 

He bucked his hips upward, sending his cock straight up into your pussy until he was fully inside in just one motion. You let your head fall back; the loud thump of your head hitting the wall made him pause. You didn’t even realize you had hit your head until he asked if you were ok.

“M’fine.” You shot him a reassuring smile. “Keep going.”

He resumed his deliberate thrusts – jabs of his hips that would’ve sent you all the way up the wall if his hands weren’t glued to your hip and ass. His lips met your collarbone; the gentle nips he gave the thin skin there send shockwaves through your body. You were close already, and he knew it.

“Cum for me. Common.” He was commanding you with his mouth still attached to your clavicle. It took his one hand to shoot down where you were connected - resuming his torture on your throbbing clit – to make you lose all strength in the one leg you were standing on. He must have felt it, because the grip he had on your ass became harder to keep you upright – to make sure you didn’t collapse; you clamped down hard on his cock with your brutal orgasm, making his thrusts lose their rhythm as he grunted into your neck.

He finished inside you of you – something you always told him to do; this time he didn’t need a verbal confirmation because he already knew the answer – your body was still shaking as you slowly came down from your high. 

He pulled out of you with a tired sigh, completely spent, and went to stand directly underneath the warm water in silence. Rex looked so content as he stood underneath the water, his head tilted back with his eyes shut, just as you were before he arrived. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then climbed out of the shower to dry off. You wanted him to have this moment to himself. He deserved to relax.

***

[botaniqueer]

I posted 254 times in 2021

89 posts created (35%)

165 posts reblogged (65%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.9 posts.

I added 283 tags in 2021

#plampts - 67 posts

#plants - 60 posts

#food plants - 31 posts

#plantblr - 30 posts

#flowers - 23 posts

#succulents - 16 posts

#indigenous - 16 posts

#solanum - 15 posts

#carnivorous plants - 14 posts

#pinguicula - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#unless we want to go the treacherous route of defining meat to include all opisthokonts causing mushrooms and yeast to be meat

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Someone has been very busy! (Pinguicula X sp.)

Feeding time seems to be when I water things because it disturbs the soil and causes them to take flight. :P

97 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 01:39:09 GMT

#4

I am permanently jealous of the local plant shop’s butterwort rock. Look at how cute and serene they all look!!

99 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 06:58:41 GMT

#3

I originally ordered Malabar spinach seeds (Basella alba var rubra, 49 days) because I wanted some edible greens but it turns out they’re very pretty and good as ornamentals as well! They look like Pileas and Peperomias except edible and not related to either!

Check out that vining action!

115 notes • Posted 2021-08-27 06:24:47 GMT

#2

Thinking a lot about how the concept of species is socially constructed.

We tend to conceptualize species as neat slots (which philosophically can be described as Ideals) in the ground that organisms gravitate towards, but in reality species are more like motes of dust sliding around on an infinite frictionless surface and always in motion.

What we see as a species we're just trying to take a statistical average of those piles of dust representing a population, but the genetic distribution of those individuals changes from year to year and what constitutes that species changes, since Ideals or baselines don't exist for any species.

What we know now as a sparrow isn't exactly the same as what people 20,000 years ago knew as one, but the change isn't easily noticeable because of how a species can change (at least the ones visible to the naked eye anyways) and if we were to resurrect a population from thousands of years ago, they'd most likely be different than modern ones. Life changes in a smooth continuum.

The continuation of life (and thus, evolution) is just a very very long ship of Theseus where living group of organisms' genetics slowly change in a slow game of telephone. What we see as a species and think of in terms of ideals is actually a continually changing process being run until that population has no more living descendents (extinction).

121 notes • Posted 2021-08-09 03:00:30 GMT

#1

Finally got these!! This is Solanum pyracanthum! A very punk rock-looking nightshade from Madagascar.

I didn’t expect the colors to be so bold in real life! I thought the photos were all enhanced or something.

I got two of them with the idea of getting seeds in case they’re not self compatible, with the intention to help make these more available, since they’re still a little difficult to get.

One of the common names is Porcupine tomato, though they’re entirely toxic so these shouldn’t be eaten unlike actual tomatoes.

178 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 02:53:45 GMT

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AMPHIBIA: SEASON 2B TRAILER BREAKDOWN

NEW AMPHIBIA EPISODES!! (Trailer spoilers and speculation! DUH!)

Y’all have NO CLUE how excited I am!! After that huge mid season finale drop, Amphibia fans all around have been waiting for the second half of the season! I did a Speculation post based on the episode titles, and another one based off of the episode loglines for the March drop!

Check them out, cause I will be referencing them as we go!! I’m first gonna do a scene by scene breakdown, then I’m gonna see if my predictions were right, or wrong. So many theories!!! I will also be mentioning the episode titles Matt released in the AmphibiaDirect, so if you don’t want to know, leave now!

If you haven’t seen the trailer yet, click here to see it all!!! Let’s begin shall we!

00:00–00:21: Completely old information and clips from Season 2A that we’ve all seen before with the music box and Sasha-Angst. One thing I did not expect was that this trailer would be so Sasha heavy. I expected her to kinda fade into the background and we’d focus a lot more on the temples, so this makes me have theories I may not have had before.

00:22–00:26: Marcy’s new bird (as teased in the Amphibia-Big City Greens promo). We have two shots with them, one where they are flying down with only a bunch of books that would last a lifetime, or a few minutes with Marcy. The second shot is them flying in the air with Anne and Marcy riding through the sky. I am trying my absolute hardest to not hope for gay then to be disappointed, but c’mon!!! Has no one seen How to Train Your Dragon?!!?!? But Hop Pop is being held in the second shot by the Bird’s talons so I think this is a little more Marcy and Wartwood kind of situation. Maybe somewhere around “Ivy on the Run” with Marcy and her bird being the B Plot.

00:27–00:31: The First Temple. We know from the colours and the shape from the book that it is the First Temple. It seems to have water flowing out of Frog statues’ mouths, and on the temple’s walls there are imagery of brains and a vague Newt Shape reading a book! Definitely talking about wit here! Even all the mushrooms are green, and we know how much Amphibia loves to use colour.

00:31–00:33: The Second Temple! We don’t actually see the Temple, just the archway leading to the Temple. Marcy seems to have the charged green gem on the music box, which is pointing them in the direction of the Temple, very Onyx Equinox-esque.

00:34–00:36: The entrance to the Third Temple. Lava pouring everywhere and pink statues of buff Amphibians? Definitely Sasha, no questions asked. I have no other thoughts about this shot other than the jagged rocks atop of the cave, seems like it could collapse in on itself and cause people to get hurt.

00:36–00:37: Ivy and Sprig jumping on treetops, I think this is from “Ivy on the Run” where Ivy is running from her mother’s strict rules, and Sprig is trying to talk her out of it. They’re so cute! It makes me wanna hold onto them and never let go.

00:38–00:39: Bessie jumping over a ravine with Sprig and Polly at the reins, which is from “Night Riders”, the first episode we’re seeing this Saturday!

00:39–00:40: A First Temple Puzzle where you have to solve a cube to enter the next stage. Seems like Marcy is in “her own little bubble” (heh. sorry i had to) and as she’s solving the cube, the room also moves on its own, with the Plantars being shifted to another side. Kinda like Wulfric’s gym in Pokemon X and Y. This sets interesting character work for Marcy, since she’s known to have issues with connections, but she’s so into knowledge and smartness that she may not realise the issues she’s causing to the people around her.

00:40–00:41: MADDIEEEEEE!!!! Definitely from��“Maddie and Marcy”. I feel like they would get together and Marcy would be so into learning about Maddie and creepy magic that they will form a bond. This is how nerds make friends everyone, they find something the other is SUPER invested in and they learn about it. Either that or an extrovert claims them both, and they know each other via association.

00:42–00:43: Giant chicken bat for “Return to Wartwood”. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Seems like the Plantars set up a banquet for them, and they’re running away. So shenanigans!

00:44–00:45: Okay, so I initially thought Sasha’s next episode was gonna be in episode 16 (”Toad to Redemption/Barrel’s Warhammer”) and I initially thought that it would be Toad to Redemption, because y’know... Toads. But with Sasha’s pink powers shown in her using that giant warhammer, I think it’s going to be either one of the two, but Sasha is definitely showing up in 216. They don’t seem to be on a train, but the Earth is moving very fast for some reason. 

00:45–00:46: The Newt Lady from the Bizarre Bazaar seems to be activating the tippity-top of the Second Temple, with Anne near her. The position of this is high above the clouds, and there is a blue glow coming from the writings/symbols on the ground. Perhaps this is the charging method for the gems on the box.

00:47–00:48: More First Temple stuff! Writing’s on the wall (man these visual puns just write themselves y’know!) and they are in the inside of the temple. Interestingly enough, the main floor is green like the rest of the temple, but the other side (puzzles) seems to have red and blue squares, perhaps representing the heart and strength (blue and pink) which is what the wit lacks.

00:49: The Newt Lady from the Bizarre Bazaar opens a Scroll with the Music box, the three gems (which seemingly came before the box) and three people in coats almost praying to it. This is definitely “After the Rain” with the story of the Music Box being revealed. Cause we still have no idea what “After the Rain” is gonna be about.

00:50: GENERAL YUNNAN!! Scourge of the Sand Wars! Defeater of Ragnar the Wretched! The youngest Newt to ever be named General in the GREAT NEWTOPIAN ARMY!! (Can you tell I stan her? because I stan her.)

Anyways, she seems to be in the first temple or King Andrias’ throne room. I’m mainly assuming this because the temple because the building is blue or because the spires from King Andrias’ throne room are in the way back there, but there are several Toads there defeated on the ground. Either these were people to protect Marcy at the Temple, or this is an episode where all of Grimes’ command are trying to take over Newtopia under Sasha and Grimes’ command. Quite the plausible amount for theories and plot just from a one-second Yunnan shot.

00:51: A chess board with Frog knights shooting lasers at Marcy. Another one of the First Temple’s tricks, or it could be King Andrias’ plot, since we saw him with Chess pieces of Anne and Marcy at the end of “Marcy at the Gates”, so this clip could either be “The First Temple” or “True Colors” and either or are exciting!!

00:52-00:53: A mole comes out of the ground as Mayor Toadstool walks around seemingly trying to please Newtopian guards and soldiers. “Toad to Redemption” now makes complete sense! I called that it would either be Anne and Marcy helping a battle-hardened Toad, or it would be a Sasha episode. I think its the first part, where Newtopian inspectors are coming to suprise visit Mayor Toadstool and inspect if he’s doing a good job taking care of Wartwood, to no one’s surprise find out he’s embezzling money from the town. The episode would be Marcy and Anne helping Toadstool to become better so he doesn’t lose his job as Mayor.

00:53–00:58: We have three shots here, one of each of the girls. Anne looks back in the rain, almost distraught. This is definitely “After the Rain” and I’m not ready for the angst. Marcy is visibly frustrated over chess pieces, this is either a challenge from the Temple or she’s found out about Andrias’ plan. As much as Option 2 is interesting, I think the first one is more realistic. Sasha in the Third Temple, activating her Colour Power and breaking the ground underneath her to a circle. I am constantly terrified by and for Sasha.

00:58–1:00: Polly and Sprig’s silhouettes running in the rain. Also “After the Rain” but still nothing much to say here.

1:00–1:01: Giant tentacles grab Sprig and the Plantars. I have no idea what this is, but it also appeared in the “Night Riders/Return to Wartwood” trailer/promo, so I’m assuming it’s from that episode.

01:02: Sasha is facing off against a giant golem! Probably the Third Temple’s trial.

01:03: Newt Lady from the Bizarre Bazaar reveals the secrets of the Music Box. Definitely an “After the Rain” episode. I did not expect Marcy to be there though, that’s interesting now. 

01:04–01:06: Two shots from the Third Temple. First one being Anne having a moment of realisation, and the other with the Golem roaring in front of Anne and Sasha. This freaked me out because wtf??? Sasha and Anne together?? Are they solving it together too??? Interaction equals resolution/conflict/character drama.

01:07–01:12 & 01:17–01:22: So how are we integrating baby Marshanne into this??? As for which episode, I have no idea! But some interesting details in this is that Sasha seems to have been the last out of the three to have joined. Since Anne and Marcy are together crying, while baby Sasha is one on the slide standing up (hehe) for them. Between the first clip and the second, Sasha has a bruise on her forehead, so she may have gotten hurt trying to protect them. They introduce each other and that’s the end of the clip. I’m assuming this is finale material, because otherwise I have no idea where this is coming from or going to.

01:13–01:16: Anne pulls the Plantars in for a hug. Still not sure where this is for, but it is a thing.

01:23–01:28: Two shots of Sasha and Anne, which seemed to have been slowed down to around half speed. Shot one has Anne standing, almost distraught wearing what seems to be Newtopian armour, with Sasha’s foot in the foreground. The second shot is Anne holding her sword at the top of the Newtopian Walls to Sasha who is weaponless and has her hands up in surrender. Smoke is rising from the land below, and Anne looks visibly angry. I have no idea what is happening, but this definitely has to be finale material.

A title card shows Amphibia returning 6th March!! Hype.

01:34–01:45: Of course we need happy stuff to counter ANGST! So we have a bizarre sequence of Frobo making a garden and growing flowers in a matter of seconds. Hop Pop is enthralled by this and welcomes him to the family, and Polly looks at him knowingly. This is a very big development played very casually, since we know nothing about the robot besides his goofy self being able to do this. Frobo is the most cryptic thing this season besides the King’s basement, we also have no information on Frobo so this is a striking change. This will take place in “Friend or Frobo?” and I am stupid hyped!!! I don’t know anything about Frobo and I want to know more!! Also Wartwood is on fire. It’s just a normal Tuesday everybody. 

That ends the trailer breakdown!! But I did have some more general theories and thoughts I’ll include here.

Something I did want to mention before we started was the music in the beginning of the non-speaking part of the trailer. To me, it sounded like an epic reprise of John Legend’s “All of Me”, and I’m thinking there’s one of two things happening: one is that the finale song that we’re all crying to is “All of Me” by John Legend, like how Reunion’s was “Lean on Me” by Bill Withers; or, I’m just theorising like a mad person. Who knows!

Also another general observation is the puzzles and how we’ve been prepped for them by “Family Shrub” where each one has puzzles and riddles each person who fits a specific role must solve. Each girl with each of the Temples, and they need each one to deal with their own Temple. Meaning Sasha being at the Third Temple means some form of resolution/character interaction.

As for Sasha, I don’t know if she’s gonna be redeemed necessarily, but I think she might go to the good side and Marcy goes to the bad side. I don’t wanna believe that cause I love Marcy to death, but Season 2 finales are always horrifying before Season 3 finales wrap up nicely. So I’m expecting even more drama than the Season 1 finale. I want all the girls to be happy, and it’s not happening this season for sure. So much excitement!!!

That concludes all my thoughts on the trailer for Season 2B! Let me know what you’re excited for, your thoughts and theories, and if you agree or disagree with what I’ve said here!! So excited!!!!

[livingouttheworsttimeline]

Why am I so tired all the time?

4:30 am: youngest child wakes up after wetting the bed. change child, change bedsheets, replace drinks, turn night time music back on, convince youngest child that it is in fact still night time. Climb back into bed a 4:55.

5:00 am: eldest child comes to tell me that youngest child wants to play. I am aware, because I have heard her loudly declaring such since I left their room. Tell oldest child to go back to bed. Pray that, somehow, for the very first time, they will put themselves back to sleep. 

5:05 am: give up on hopeless prayers. Get up and take both children to the living room. Change the youngest into underwear. Log into tablets and override the “do not turn on until 6 am” setting. Wait for coffee to finish brewing.

5:23 am: extract self from underneath 2 children and a dog to pour first cup of coffee. It’s half caff, because spouse has a heart condition. Remind self that I can have several cups with impunity.

5:45 am: Eldest child is unhappy with the pre-made breakfast provided for him the night before. When asked what he would like to eat, he responds, “bacon, chinese food, or pizza.” Explain, again, that we need a variety of foods for our bodies to grow strong. Spend 15 minutes convincing him to eat $5 worth of blackberries as a compromise.

6:12 am: Finish 2nd cup of coffee, realize that eldest child’s night time pull up is overflowing with poop. Usher him to the bathroom for a bath. Feel humbled when I realize that I spent 10 years in grad school, and yet I am still reduced to wiping shit off another person. Calmly remind eldest child that he is capable of using the potty, and that I have confidence in him. 

6:30 am: Spouse awakes, complains that he slept poorly. Roll eyes and go back to drinking 3rd cup of coffee, in between being elbowed in the stomach and explaining that no, I do not know how to work the video game you just downloaded 15 seconds ago. Remind self that I am their physical and mental safe place, which is worth the literal bruises and mental stress. 

6:45 am: extract self from pile of children and dog by physically lifting each dependent off my lap. Verify that spouse is up for supervision duties, collect running clothes, and start treadmill.

6:47 am: stop treadmill because youngest child has entered the room and decided that I will not run today because it’s not fair. Remind self that arguing fairness with a 3 year old is the definition of futility. Gently remind her that I love her, she is a big girl, and she can play independently while I run. 

6:49 am: start treadmill again. Nagging calf pain seems to be back. Scale back workout, remind self that value of the run is not the distance. Do extra core workout to compensate.

7:30 am: shower. Mediate 2 sibling fights from shower. Fortunately, children are camped out in the bathroom with me, so I don’t have to leave a trail of water through the house to interact.

7:35 am: Marvel at the thought that spouse takes a 45 min shower. EVERY DAY. Note gratitude that I am working from home, and no longer have to style hair and makeup. 

7:36 am: Refill kid drink cups for the 3rd time today. Spend 30 minutes convincing, cajoling, and bribing kids to put on clean underwear. We no longer try for clothes. 

8:06 am: turn on work computer. Respond to a weekend full of emails. Handle 5 pressing tasks for side hustle, reasoning that if I get them out of the way, I can push the rest of that to do list to after working hours.

8:45 am: Answer persistent pounding on locked office door. refill drinks and provide snack. Reassure youngest child that mommy is still here, but she needs to work. 

9:03 am: debate whether going to the bathroom is worth leaving the office and the begging that ensues. Make wrong choice either way. 

9:15 am: morning meetings get shuffled later, because childless coworkers “are running late this morning.” Marvel at the concept of 9:15 am being early.

9:30 am: solid wall of meetings until noon. Update team on status at end of last week, despite not remembering what you just ate for breakfast. Realize that you haven’t eaten breakfast. Run training and introduction for new team member. You are the only woman on the team,  so you get do the training because “you’re so good at explaining things.” 

12:00 pm: Call youngest child’s preschool, make sure you can bring by her supplies and still adhere to Covid protocols. Preschool is also side hustle, so cram a parent and employee meeting into a single hour. Explain that new registration system will, in fact, be more efficient than old paper system. Remind preschool staff that we committed to going paperless. Make small talk with preschool teachers until the hour is up. Hop in the car and speed home.

1:00 pm: children adhere to my side the second I walk in the door. Spouse is in the shower. Children have eaten approximately 3 bites of their pb&j sandwiches, and demand different lunch. Remember that you have not eaten lunch yet. Refill drinks for 4th time, provide reasonable lunch alternatives. 

1:25 pm: Remember that you scheduled a meeting for 1:30, and. you need to be present. Calculate that extraction from children is not possible in 5 minutes, and take meeting with youngest child on lap. Despite having weaned 1.5 years ago, youngest child decides that you’re still nursing, and pulls down top on video call. Spend most of call switching on and off mute. Catch every 3rd word. 

1:45 pm: apologize to team, promise to reschedule a follow up with more focus. Hang up, extract youngest child’s arm from shirt. Refill drinks for the 5th time. Bribe children to get in bed for a nap with the promise of a visit to nana and pop this afternoon. 

1:48 pm: children’s beds have been stripped, due to accidents last night, but spouse “doesn’t know where the clean sheets are”, and so hasn’t remade beds. Children petition to nap on the floor. Explain floor is not comfortable. Find clean sheets, make 2 beds, take everyone to the potty, tuck both children in. 

2:20 pm: Realize that you have 40 minutes of actual work time left today, outside of meetings. Try to prioritize, with the knowledge that whatever you get done will not be enough. Deny request for drink refill.

3:00 pm: kick off afternoon meeting block. Try frantically to make the 40 minutes that you did get to work sound like a whole lot more. Wake children up during bathroom break so that they’ll be able to sleep tonight. Refill drinks for 5th time. 

3:45 pm: Curse the fact that youngest child has inherited your distaste for waking up. Gently coax her awake in between meetings.

4:00 pm: Wrap up last task from meetings, make list of all new tasks. Realize that today you have checked off one task, and received 7 new ones. Promise self that you’ll get your work laptop back out after the kids are in bed. Ignore the sense of despair that threatens to overtake you.

4:20 pm: Bribe children into putting on clothes with promise of fruit snacks at grandparent’s house. Feel mildly guilty as you put on your second round of workout gear. Load children in double jogging stroller, jog to grandparent’s house. 

5:00 pm: collect children to head home for dinner. 

5:10 pm: threaten no more fruit snacks if children don’t put on their shoes. Grandparents go get them more fruit snacks. 

5:23 pm: explain that the sun is going down in 24 minutes, and that we have to leave now to get home before it gets dark. Remember that time is immaterial. Wish for that blissful sense of ignorance.

5:37 pm: push 100 lbs of toddler and stroller up giant, hilly driveway. Spouse greets us with “what’s for dinner?” Politely remind him that he promised to plan and make dinner while we were gone. Grit teeth at his “I didn’t know what to make” response. Quickly run through available, easy, acceptable options and make dinner.

6:15 pm: serve dinner. Eat own dinner in 2.5 minutes, then spend rest of meal refilling drinks and plates, heating up or cooling down, and cajoling children to eat anything at all.

6:45 pm: Announce that tonight we don’t need to take a bath. Youngest child immediately melts down, because she wanted to take a bath. Eldest child melts down because, even thought he didn’t want to take a bath, he wanted to taunt his sister while she was in the bath. 

6:53 pm: Loose temper for 1st time today, scream that children need to brush their teeth. Step away to calm down. Spouse gets upset because “You can’t handle the children without yelling.” Bite tongue all the way through to avoid snarky reply.

7:10 pm: read 2 story books. Read one more. Explain again, that mommy cannot read anymore, and daddy will come read for a little while. Extract self from pile of children, and tuck both in. Hugs, kisses, and fist bumps. Twice. Then once more, after you’ve left the room.

7:15 pm: contemplate second shower. Decide that you didn’t really get that sweaty on the walk, and it’s not like you’re going out. Collapse on sofa with phone and mindless tv.

7:25 pm: spouse comes into the living room after harrowing duty of reading for 10 minutes. Hand over the remote, pull out side hustle lap top and finalize tasks for the day.

8:30 pm: remember that you promised to do main job work. Bring out that laptop to run some code while you continue side hustle work.

9:15 pm: Finish side hustle work, give up on main job work for the evening. Mentally apologize to team for not making more progress, promise to self that you’ll be more focused tomorrow.

9:30 pm: tell spouse that you need to go to bed. Endure his eye roll and disappointed face. Apologize for needing to go to sleep so early, and reassure him that you’re doing the best you can.

10:15 pm: eldest child has night terror. Comfort eldest child until he’s calm. Comfort youngest child, who is upset at brother’s screams. Realize that spouse is still watching tv in the living room while you comfort children. 

11:00 pm: listen to youngest child cry for 10 minutes until spouse begrudgingly tends to her. Remind self that it is not solely my job to comfort our children. Try to go back to sleep. 

3 am: eldest child wakes up with question about mushrooms that is vitally important. Answer to best of middle-of-the-night ability, acknowledge that you appreciate his curiosity, but that there are times when questions are not appropriate. Get him back to sleep.

4:30 am: youngest child wakes up.

[hgfstreamchats]

The BFG

thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:43 PM Hello! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:43 PM Is There A High Thursday Picture Show Gloss? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:43 PM Hello, and there is! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:43 PM

Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:44 PM Hiya!! What's the movie? mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:44 PM and or possibly game highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:45 PM The BFG. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:45 PM OOO Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:45 PM Ohhh!! I love that one!! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:46 PM Oh!  That's a fun one mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:46 PM never even heard of it but i want GIVE highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:46 PM Then you're in for a ride. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:46 PM i wish i had nitro

mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:47 PM hullo concept: gloss that gets you high Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:49 PM I think that's just certain types of varnish. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:49 PM Oh it has the reduced quality warning already, a good sign mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:49 PM ugh my wifi is bad rn highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:52 PM Picture, sound, yes, no? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:52 PM dsfngsdjfgnsdf it tells me you're not even sharing your screen Aha! PICTURE And sound!! YESSSSS highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:53 PM Glorious! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:53 PM Working alright! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:54 PM so what IS this Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:54 PM Wait.... this isn't the movie I know at all! There's another one? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:54 PM Oh yes! You thought this was the coherent one? Not a chance. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:54 PM Oho!  So it's not the recent one? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:54 PM It's based off a book by the guy who wrote Charlie and the Chocolate Factory The new one is COHERENT? THEN WHAT IS THIS GONNA BE highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:55 PM Well, I for one am very excited about this.

Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:55 PM same, tbh (For you, this must be a horror movie opening... because Owl) highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:55 PM Off to a horrific start. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:55 PM Is the owl going to take someone on a MAGICAL ADVENTURE? mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:56 PM Okay is it just QUIET or am i not hearing it at all thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:56 PM and/or steal their sibling? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:56 PM There's soft music mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:56 PM I'm having to turn my volume up a bit much to properly hear like, even the dialog Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:56 PM ....I can't understand a word they're saying, but there is in fact sound, for me highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:57 PM Better? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:58 PM Ohhhh this is on youtube?  Could I have the link?  The actual stream's kinda... jerky for me.  Keep having to stop watching and then watch again highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:58 PM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJ86qPEsmK8&ab_channel=SimpsonsClips24 YouTube SimpsonsClips24 Roald Dahl's The BFG (1989) - Full Movie (FULLY RESTORED)

mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:58 PM My own wifi is causing issues but i would think so thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:58 PM Thank you! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 9:58 PM i hope highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:58 PM 5:07. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:59 PM Got it! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:59 PM Wonderful! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:00 PM i think it's better, ill let you know if it's still an issue when things are like, actively going on Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:00 PM snatch thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:00 PM Oh no! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:02 PM That kid surely has whiplash by now thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:02 PM Right? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:02 PM OH SURE. OF COURSE THE OTHER GUYS DON'T WEAR PANTS. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:04 PM I'm at my max volume and im still having trouble hearing thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:04 PM Oh, good!  Accents! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:04 PM "OI VOTED TWICE FOR LEAVE, OI DIDS!" Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:06 PM Oh no. P u n s. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:06 PM how COULD she think otherwise! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:06 PM It's a mystery! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:07 PM I'm just vibing and listening to this in the background I think either my headphones are bunk or my ears are thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:08 PM Sorry if you've already checked, but are they plugged in all the way mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:10 PM They're bluetooth But I'm at max volume and can still barely make it out Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:11 PM Oh wait! Discord has its own volume slider, have you checked that yet? Like, in your own call mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:11 PM I'm on mobile That's also at max Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:11 PM Awww :/ thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:12 PM "well, since I'm trapped here forever, I guess I CAN keep a secret" mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:13 PM Oop that's way better thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:14 PM good job! That water looks... unwholesome ...is it booze Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:20 PM No... it's Fart Soda. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:20 PM ............................................ Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:20 PM WAIT A MINUTE. THERE'S A SONG ABOUT IT?? ......Okay, okay, that's probably more true to the book.... thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:21 PM oh my god Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:21 PM I KNOW. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:21 PM "No!" It would have been less uncomfortable if he'd just loaded her up with liquor. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:22 PM :point_up_2: mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:22 PM as someone who's listening and not watching: What's a whizzpop fizzbang thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:23 PM It's a fart that makes you fly up in the air somehow. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:23 PM Someone else explain this so I don't have to. Thank you. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:24 PM I swear I'm not making this up. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:24 PM Also your species is disgusting. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:24 PM agreed thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:24 PM This is NOT representative. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:24 PM Listen, you're not wrong, but we don't do that-- thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:24 PM it is 100% fake highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:24 PM Too late. These things can't be unknown. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:24 PM admittedly while our modes of failure are more numerous, yours are more explosive. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:25 PM Oh slag, what did I miss? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:25 PM There was a song about farts. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:25 PM Time to rewind it so Smokescreen can be subjected to it. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:25 PM Farts... NO mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:25 PM for instance: Humans when they get shot in the heart just die quietly, meanwhile you guys explode Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:25 PM I'M GOOD thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:25 PM Yes, let's! Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:25 PM You don't die when you get shot!! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:26 PM we can pull a joint and collapse, you can pull a T-cog and turn into a metal ball instead of a car Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:26 PM ......I'm not listening to this again. No. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:26 PM What would happen if you stood on your head after eating a whizzpop fizzbang Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:27 PM That drink looks delicious am I going to regret saying that Oh. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:27 PM Yes.  Oh. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:28 PM I can only assume you'd be flattened by g-forces, if you stood on your head. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:29 PM failing that the bubbles get confused, and you explode hilariously. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:29 PM No, no, it's the gas that goes down.  So you'd just burp. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:29 PM no you'd explode Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:29 PM So what happens if you chug the whole thing mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:29 PM humans need more ways to explode, cybertronians get all the fun. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:29 PM ....oh right, you do have a point NOT THE EXPLODING THING MY MESSAGE SENT AT A BAD TIME mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:29 PM YES the exploding thing Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:30 PM NO!! WE CAN EXPLODE IN SO MANY WAYS, WE DON'T NEED MORE mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:30 PM THE GIANT ROBOTS HAVE MORE WAY TO EXPLODE THAN WE DO. THEY ARE WINNING. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:30 PM ... Wait, so this is the BFG, right? I can't believe they made a story called the Big Fucking Gun mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:30 PM yeah that's what they're on a quest to get the small child needs the Big Fucking Gun to murder the giant with to take its powers and become giant themself Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:32 PM I have to say, I very much admire the people that painted the backgrounds thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:32 PM Definitely Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:35 PM What decade is this from again? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:36 PM 1980s. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:37 PM Ooooooooo Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:37 PM I thought I recognized those synth noises. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:38 PM has someone exploded yet Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:39 PM Not yet. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:39 PM boooo Mimic — Yesterday at 10:39 PM hello! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:39 PM Hello!  You missed an entire musical number about... farts. Mimic — Yesterday at 10:40 PM I... wish that was not something that has occurred more than once in my life highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:41 PM "I gets a tingly feeling when I peeks into the bedroom window." Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:41 PM Oh. Oh no highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:41 PM Aaand then this happens. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:41 PM I kind of wonder if he's supposed to be doing this mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:41 PM whaaaaats happenin Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:41 PM Oh, this feels like my nightmares, synth and everything Mimic — Yesterday at 10:41 PM the shit animated movies used to get away with Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:41 PM Less Optimus though highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:42 PM Mine could do with a little less synth and a little more Optimus. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:42 PM :smirk: Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:42 PM Well, in fairness, that is the most accurate animated version of a dream I've ever seen. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:42 PM Are you SURE you want Optimus to stare at you in utter disappointment, Woojit? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:42 PM Wait, you guys both dream about synth noises? Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:43 PM Don't all dreams contain an aggressive synth soundtrack? Mimic — Yesterday at 10:43 PM mine do occasionally get aggressively vaporwave... thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:44 PM Sure, hold her up so she can see someone get murdered Soulsteel — Yesterday at 10:44 PM The moral of this story is don't sleep with your windows open. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:44 PM That sounds like the opposite of a problem. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:45 PM Woojit, I would love to swap dreams with you if I could. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:45 PM Honestly, I hardly ever remember my dreams' sounds. Once, a sound around me worked into a dream... so I know it must happen, but. I can't remember synth soundtracks. .......They could be there. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:45 PM PPHPHFFFF- The queen? You sure? Soulsteel — Yesterday at 10:46 PM I can and will. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:46 PM Pffffff So is it like, his job, supernaturally, to give people dreams?  Or is it more of a hobby Is he the sandman highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:47 PM A very questionable hobby. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:47 PM ... Is he responsible for ALL dreams? Like. All dreams? Even the questionable ones? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:47 PM He did sort of imply, when they were in dream country, that they can go to people on their own. Mimic — Yesterday at 10:47 PM definitely a hobby. he greatly enjoys sneaking good dreams into the ears of sleeping children. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:47 PM His whole bit about catching the bad dreams so nobody will have them Just seems... weird and intrusive mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:48 PM brb I've gotta do a Thing that the stream audio will distract me from Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:48 PM But like.... What about the dreams that are... you know. Funner. I don't think I want HIM to make those dreams for me thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:48 PM Like I said!  Weird and intrusive. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:49 PM Oh he makes those dreams for you just for you Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:50 PM Noooooo mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:50 PM we all get them from our brains but you get BFG made ones as a treat Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:50 PM That explains a lot mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:50 PM from the big fucking gun Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:50 PM He can keep those dreams highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:51 PM The BFG enjoys the noises you make when you sleep. You specifically. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:52 PM You know? I think I can go a few nights without sleeping! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:53 PM Shhhhh your brain makes your dreams, too. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:53 PM This maid is having a very weird day. Mimic — Yesterday at 10:53 PM and you're sure he won't be waiting? just... waiting for you, specifically, to sleep? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:53 PM "Come speak to me from the only angle they felt the need to draw me at." Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:53 PM .... Hey, Woojit, how long can a bot go without sleeping? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:54 PM Why are the maid's eyes all blue like that?  Has she been at the spice? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:54 PM She's wracked by lead poisoning. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:54 PM "It stands for big fucking gun!" And then he leads an assassination attempt thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:55 PM Ha! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:55 PM "WhoOAAh." Mimic — Yesterday at 10:55 PM "OKAY, THIS MIGHT AS WELL BE HAPPENING" highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:55 PM You'll pass out, but not before hallucinating the BFG. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:56 PM :trauma: highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:56 PM "Oh dear, she's frightfully dead." thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:57 PM Oh god Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:57 PM Well, this scene is oddly exact to the newer one. Framing and all. Soulsteel — Yesterday at 10:57 PM Where is Parliament in all of this? Mimic — Yesterday at 10:57 PM Also, is the queen sedated?! she is taking all this way too calmly thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:57 PM She's super high Mimic — Yesterday at 10:58 PM yeah, that tracks Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:59 PM I wish I could be that high! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:59 PM "anymore" Mimic — Yesterday at 11:00 PM okay, high on what, because unless she produces thc in her bloodstream we are rapidly outpacing "high on weed" and approaching "high on multiple types of opiate" Soulsteel — Yesterday at 11:01 PM These all sound like viable Decepticon names. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:01 PM The queen can't feel her feet. She doesn't even care that a giant just soiled himself in front of her breakfast table. Soulsteel — Yesterday at 11:01 PM MORE DAKA Mimic — Yesterday at 11:02 PM MORE DAKKA thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:02 PM More dakka! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:04 PM Ah yes... the cheerful music over the imposing brigade of helicopters I feel like the tone is... off thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:04 PM Flying into the Eye of Sauron Soulsteel — Yesterday at 11:05 PM I feel like this violates a lot of laws of both worlds. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:05 PM ARE THOSE DINOSAURS thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:05 PM At this point, why not! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:07 PM How are they not waking up. Never mind..... thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:08 PM Gosh, I think I saw a porno like this once Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:08 PM you what? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:08 PM Nothing Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:08 PM ... Where Soulsteel — Yesterday at 11:08 PM I was about to say, I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:10 PM Whoops! Mimic — Yesterday at 11:10 PM Be aware of your surroundings! Zombieland rules, dammit! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:11 PM Wait... they call him the BFG?? But they're so much bigger than him?? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:11 PM Maybe they don't know what it stands for? Mimic — Yesterday at 11:11 PM might be sarcasm. "Oh, look at you being big enough to be friendly instead of murderous like us" Soulsteel — Yesterday at 11:11 PM Instead of freeing his compatriots or neutralizing the humans, he stomps off to fight alone. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Well, they don't seem very bright Mimic — Yesterday at 11:12 PM ... wait, did the BFG inspire the house elves in Harry Potter. 'cause looking at him getting shaken around reminds me a loooot of Dobby Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:12 PM He doesn't seem to be the sharpest when it comes to strategy. ...Or teeth, for that matter. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:12 PM OH god, you're right Dobby is not eating humans! Mimic — Yesterday at 11:14 PM Other giants is bad, evil giants! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:15 PM "Oi is not a traitor because..........." Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:16 PM Why did the giant have an ass like that. They did not have to do that. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:16 PM There were a lot of things in this movie they didn't have to do Mimic — Yesterday at 11:16 PM no they did not, but like the sculptors of the Mothman statue, they cared highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:19 PM Plot twist, the BFG was a remorseless child eater and he just eliminated the competition. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:19 PM The dreams are so they don't struggle. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:19 PM "None of yis are safe!" Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:19 PM PFFFFF- Can you imagine? Soulsteel — Yesterday at 11:19 PM Shhh, no tears, only dreams. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:20 PM oh. he's making blowing dreams ... That explains a lot thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:20 PM oh. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:20 PM Oh, so he's the one responsible for those? Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:20 PM That explains some of the weird Shockwave dreams. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:20 PM I"m sure everyone has weird Shockwave dreams. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:21 PM Are you even a Cybertronian if you don't have a weird dream about Shockwave at least once? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:21 PM Absolutely not. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:21 PM ... What are your Shockwave dreams/nightmares like, Woojit? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:22 PM They usually involve him doing sordid things to me and taking down the numbers. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:22 PM Yeah, that sounds about right. Does his eye turn into a horrifying, yet alluring mouth in your dreams, too? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:22 PM He doesn't even have a house. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:23 PM He doesn't even have food for her. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:23 PM Not yet, but they just might start now. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:23 PM You're welcome, Woojit! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:23 PM THE SONG IS BACK. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:23 PM :frowning: Mimic — Yesterday at 11:23 PM was it important enough to warrant being hte credits song highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:24 PM l dream of Soundwave's eye mouth while this song plays. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:24 PM He can do some impressive things with it!! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:24 PM I'm sure he can! Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:24 PM He can eat an entire energon cube, cube and all! Mimic — Yesterday at 11:24 PM this is an endorsement? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:24 PM .....Is this a bad time to mention I have a small figure of Shockwave, and I put a googly eye where his eye is? Mimic — Yesterday at 11:24 PM that makes you an artist Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:25 PM I am! I painted the figure too, I painted most ones I have thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:25 PM This is the perfect time to mention that. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:26 PM I wouldn't even have thought to mention it, except I laughed really hard at it while sleep-deprived last night lmao Mimic — Yesterday at 11:26 PM what I'm saying specifically is that act awes me with your creative direction Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:26 PM Oh boy!! I wanna play Raid Shadow Legends now! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:26 PM ndksfjgnsdklfjg I think I saw someone else do it first tbh I forget where or who though Mimic — Yesterday at 11:27 PM if you don't remember where you got it but still acted on it and enjoyed the result, I can still appreciate you chose to do that Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:28 PM Thank you, he looks ridiculous Mimic — Yesterday at 11:28 PM good thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:31 PM I love it ...this is like dwarf fortress except your guys don't trigger the traps highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:32 PM Oh no. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:33 PM :person_facepalming: Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:34 PM I hear human flesh and I. I need to head back home and grab dinner! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:34 PM Smokescreen????? Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:34 PM I forgot to grab a snack before I got here! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:34 PM What exactly are you having for dinner :angry: Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:34 PM NOT HUMAN thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:35 PM We just watched a WHOLE MOVIE about how that's bad! Mimic — Yesterday at 11:35 PM ... sus Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:35 PM It's Energon! Made into noodles and stuff! Nothing like humans, I think thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:35 PM okay good Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:35 PM What kinda bot do you think I am?? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:36 PM I am now wondering what the equivalent of cheap ramen is for you thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:36 PM One who hears about eating human flesh and thinks of dinner, apparently! ...So, farting is a theme for this stream, huh. "Let's go straight to hell!" Oh my god He's sleeping. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:43 PM Suggestions to end the night on, anyone? Mimic — Yesterday at 11:43 PM oh! I have one! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsNAu72v2Yc YouTube Screen Rant CATS Pitch Meeting

mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:45 PM Like a second big thing or just random videos thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:45 PM "and the prize is... death!" "oh, my god" mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:47 PM i have a thing lemme get a link https://youtu.be/okFP92BfkUU YouTube Alex Bale SPONGEBOB CONSPIRACY #4: The Evolution Theory

I'm entirely serious highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:47 PM "Because." Mimic — Yesterday at 11:48 PM "Now you're getting it!" "No, I'm not, no." thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:48 PM "barely an inconvenience!" Mimic — Yesterday at 11:48 PM btw, there's one of these for the Bayformers movie too. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:49 PM "oh right, oh my god" mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:50 PM i still offer the Spunch Bop theory Mimic — Yesterday at 11:50 PM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKCZttlAj1E and I offer this YouTube Screen Rant Transformers Pitch Meeting

mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:51 PM dear god his optics Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:52 PM :eye: :eye: thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:52 PM accurate Mimic — Yesterday at 11:52 PM hah! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:54 PM very efficient! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:54 PM "Kind of." mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:54 PM Is that something the allspark can do at all like just point it at a car and suddenly it's a car Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:54 PM Is someone's mic on? mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:54 PM or did they just bullshit that IT WAS MINE OH NO Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:55 PM I just heard a very tiny laugh, it's fine thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:55 PM Gosh I wonder why Megatron would be mad at this point :thinking: Barely an inconvenience! "what" mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:57 PM i once again offer: https://youtu.be/okFP92BfkUU YouTube Alex Bale SPONGEBOB CONSPIRACY #4: The Evolution Theory

this nonsense highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:57 PM I'm afraid that's where we need to pack it in. Mimic — Yesterday at 11:57 PM well, thank you for the stream! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:57 PM Aw Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:57 PM Thanks!! It was........ well it was fun at least highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:57 PM It was...something! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:58 PM It Was A Thing! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:58 PM Thank you for hosting! :smile: highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:58 PM Good night everyone, and as always, thank you for coming! Mimic — Yesterday at 11:58 PM good night, and thank you! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:58 PM Gnight!<3 Thank you for hosting! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:58 PM Despite making us listen to the fart song three times. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:58 PM THERE WAS THAT, YES. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:58 PM night! thanke! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:59 PM Goodnight!

[hailene]

𝚁𝚊𝚠  𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝚁𝚊𝚠 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎| 06

𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

(𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮– 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘕𝘊𝘛, 𝘉𝘛𝘚, 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦, (𝘎)𝘐-𝘋𝘓𝘌, 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘰, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬)

Genre: angst, racing!au, college!au, gang!au, underworld!au

Word count: 3.6K

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"These have actually turned out pretty good," Vernon manages to say with his mouth stuffed with noodles.

I nod and take a bite from my portion. The food was good indeed and it had all the right spices. Joshua did a really good job in taking care of the mess Jeonghan and I had made. He didn't whine at all, nor was he mad on any of us. I guess that's just the way Joshua is.

I was sitting in the corner of the living room with Vernon and Seungkwan, with my back leant against the wall. Everybody looked cheerful tonight, probably happy for THE 8 and for the good food. However, I couldn't count thirteen boys. Hoshi was missing, I could tell as soon as I entered the living room. I couldn't spot Woozi's face either. But there wasn't anybody else missing from the ones that I knew. Which could only mean that the third person who was missing was someone I didn't know.

Yuri helped me bandage my burnt hand. Fortunately, Joshua had already told her what had happened so I didn't have to give her too many explanations. I could feel Jeonghan's gaze on me every now and then, though, but I was trying to ignore him. Seungkwan was actually helping a lot. Despite the fact that he seemed really difficult to please, somehow I seemed to be on his good side and I was really relieved to feel that. Jeonghan, for example, was definitely not on the same side.

The boy with a stained shirt from earlier was sitting on the couch, next to Joshua. His name was Dino and everybody seemed to adore him. He was really charming indeed.

"Where is Hoshi?" I eventually ask Seungkwan and he shrugs.

"Should be here soon," Mingyu answers me, being really close to our corner.

"Jeonghan talked to him," Seungcheol points out and Jeonghan throws him a fake smile before shrugging.

"Were all of you at the race tonight?" I ask unsure of anybody will pay attention to me.

Wonwoo shakes his head and the chatter dies down.

"Not really, Woozi, Dino, Seungkwan and I weren't there, for example," he explains and I suddenly feel so thankful to him for actually answering a question of mine, even though it might have sounded stupid.

"It was a really nice race tonight," Vernon says, with hidden intentions, I could tell.

"That's thanks to Eight," Mingyu chuckles. "Well done, dude."

THE 8 simply nods with a light smile on his face.

"I can't believe I had to work over time today," Dino sighs. "I really wanted to see Eight win."

"You'll get plenty of chances from now on, don't worry," Seungcheol says bitterly.

"Is your restriction running out until the deadline?" Mingyu asks and silence suddenly settles in the room.

Seungcheol throws Mingyu a glance before looking at me for a split second and making Mingyu look at me, too.

"Oh, come on, why shouldn't she know?" He asks and I feel a wave of disappointment washing over me.

"It's not like that, don't get me wrong," Seungcheol sighs.

"It's alright, I'm used to this," I wave Mingyu off and he frowns.

"Hey, that's not okay," he says. "As long as you are with us, it's only fair to you to know such things."

Mingyu was one of my favourites, no doubt. He wasn't hiding from me. And he trusted me. He trusted me for nothing, blindly, but he did..

"Mingyu is right," Seungkwan speaks. "Moreover, you never know where the savior will come from."

"I know," Seungcheol nods. "Yeah, although it leaves me just a few weeks to race... but I think I can bargain."

"I knew something was fishy when the JYPs let their low ranks race," Mingyu says. "They knew everybody would get suspended."

Seungcheol shrugs and takes a bite from his noodles.

"There is nothing we can do to change that now, only hope that the leads will be understanding," he sighs. "I would much rather be crashed on the racetrack than in open street, though."

He was talking about Mingyu's injury, I could tell. The latter one sighs.

"At least I am not a top racer," he smiles. "It would have been way worse if this had happened to Han or Eight."

Jeonghan was carefully eating his noodles, without looking like he was paying attention to the conversation, but I knew he was. THE 8 seemed alert though, actually interested in what the others were saying.

"They don't have to know that," Jeonghan speaks and Mingyu smiles for some reason.

I hear the entrance door opening once again and Joshua stands up. He goes in the hallway and welcomes the new-comers. Soon enough, three new figures enter the living room, two of them being familiar to me.

However, my eyes fall on the chocolate-haired boy, with a slender figure and sharp jaw. His eyes were twinkling in the warm light of the living room and his small smile gave me some sense of proximity.

Thirteen out of thirteen.

"Collected everybody," he speaks and even his voice sounded sweet like honey in my ears.

Who was he?

Joshua pushes them towards the bathroom to wash their hands, despite Hoshi's protests that he washed his hands before coming here.

The food wasn't cold yet, lucky them, so it was still really tasty. By the time the three of them returned from the bathroom, Vernon explained me that the thirteenth and last boy was called DK and that he was usually the messenger of the group. Vernon seemed to like him, considering the way he was talking. To be honest, I couldn't see any reason for him not to.

"You must be Emma," DK speaks when his eyes meet mine.

I smile and nod. He returns the gesture and honestly, thank God I was sitting, otherwise my legs would give up on me.

"I'm Dokyeom, but you can call me DK," he says, before Hoshi pulls him towards the table with food.

Everybody seemed very excited for their arrival, even Jeonghan who was actually pouring a glass of water for DK, surprisingly. I guess everybody can have favourites.

Dino joined the three of us on the floor, giving up his seat on the couch for Woozi.

"These noodles have been through a lot to be this tasty," he jokes and I smile.

"The cooks, too," I sigh and he chuckles.

"I can't understand why you insisted to boil the noodles when you can barely put water in a glass without spilling it on the counter," Vernon says lowly and I punch his arm with my left hand.

"I am not that bad, okay?" I argue and he hums with a smile on his face.

"She's definitely better than you, Chwe," Seungkwan states. "You can't even rip the noodle pack without a YouTube tutorial."

Both Dino and I laugh while Vernon sighs, eventually breaking into a smile as well. Vernon wasn't the type to get offended easily, so unlike me. That was probably one of the reasons why we got on so well.

"I've never seen Jeonghan taking care of somebody, though," Dino says and I feel heat raising in my cheeks. "Quite a sight."

"He was making fun of me, not taking care of me," I mutter and Dino chuckles.

"Well, it's kind of the same thing for someone like him," he says and I choose to ignore his statement.

I hear somebody clearing their throat and I look around only to notice Seungcheol looking at me. Everybody seemed to have finished their food by then and the chatter died down. It felt like everybody knew this moment would come, since I was the only one looking surprised by the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"Since it's the first time we're gathering together like this," Seungcheol speaks, looking around the room "welcome to Seventeen, Emma."

I feel some of their gazes on me and I look at them, clearly taken aback by the introduction. I look at my sister who had a small smile on her face.

"So that's your little gang's name," is the first thing I manage to say and some of them chuckle.

"We're way better than a gang," Jeonghan speaks nonchalantly and I throw him an amused look.

"I think you already know everybody around here..." he looks at each of the boys "but you will get to know each of us better since... you'll spend a lot of time with us from now on."

"Because you have to, not because we feel the need of getting new people entangled in our business," Woozi points out and something in his tone makes me sit straight.

"Right," I say in a small tone and my gaze drifts to nowhere in particular.

"The ones that you're likely to see often, excluding Joshua, Vernon and I, are Jeonghan and Hoshi, but yeah... you'll get to spend a lot of time with everybody."

"Lucky you," Jeonghan mutters, gaining a nudge from Wonwoo, who was sitting next to him on the second sofa.

"Now that all of this has been revealed, I think it's fair to answer truthfully to a question of hers, don't you think?" Joshua speaks and instead of a bright joy that I will finally have an answer of choice, a sudden dread washes over me.

A question. Choose wisely.

"Josh is right," Mingyu nods and more people hum in agreement.

Then, everybody looks at me again, waiting for my question. Now that I was given the chance to receive an answer, I didn't know what I wanted to find out the most. There were a lot of unanswered questions that I have pushed in the back of my head these past few days. And right now, under the intimidating stares of fourteen people, I couldn't quite pick one.

Who are they exactly? And why do I feel like my existence depends on the answers I am given?

I frown unconsciously and then look at Joshua. He said they were not a gang, right? However, he wasn't quite specific regarding what they actually were. What is their purpose?

Dozens of questions were whirling around in my head and I couldn't figure out the words of any of them.

"Why Seventeen?" I blurt, head spinning. "You're thirteen people, why do you call yourself Seventeen? Did you kill the other four?"

It was supposed to be a joke, but some of them looked so not amused that I shivered at the thought that I might have been accidentally right. I notice Joshua half-smiling at my question of choice and I mentally pray I didn't waste my chance on something stupid, even though I was pretty sure I did. They could have just googled "gang names" and chose the first thing that came up, why do I have to ask such dumb thi-...

"Thirteen, plus three, plus one," Seungcheol says. "The total is seventeen, therefore the name."

I look at him confused. Great, this is even worse than the google hypothesis.

"Thirteen members, three sub-units, one team," Joshua explains and I finally understand something. "Seventeen."

The others nod silently, some of them diverting their gazes, others looking at me curiously. The logic makes sense... but it doesn't at the same time. What sub-units are they even talking about? Are they an idol group or something?

"Players, Watchers," Jeonghan says before touching his temple with his index finger "and The Brain, hun."

I frown, confused, feeling the heavy stares of fourteen people on me. I was looking at them, but I couldn't see them anymore, as if I was blind, my head suddenly whirling again. There was no way Joshua could make me believe they were not something similar to a gang. There was no way I could still believe this... whatever this is, is something normal. Although I should have known it by now.

Wonwoo, Jun, Woozi, DK, THE 8, Seungkwan, Dino, Mingyu, Hoshi.

Jeonghan, Vernon, Joshua.

Seungcheol.

"Each of us is part of one of those," I hear Jeonghan saying but my mind was already drifting away.

If there was any way back until now, there isn't one anymore.

Whatever Seventeen is about...

...I have no other choice but to be part of it now, too.

*

It was honestly a miracle I made it to my first course on Monday.

I could barely sleep on Saturday night (I don't know if it had been because of the late dinner or the fact that I could hear Seungkwan and Jeonghan fighting in the living room) and the whole next day, I could barely focus on doing anything. That's basically why I was really close to washing my teeth with liquid soap instead of toothpaste.

Vernon and I had no courses together today, which wasn't upsetting me that much, since I was kind of avoiding everybody related to the... Seventeen thingie. Which, again, was kind of difficult, since I was living under the same roof with three of those people at the moment.

Since I couldn't write with my right hand, I had to type the courses on my laptop today, which wasn't necessarily a problem. However, what was an actual problem was the fact that the device wasn't fully charged and so, by lunch my laptop was dead.

And of course, I had forgotten my charger at home.

That's why I was banging my head against the desk in the library right now. It wasn't such a big of a deal, because I could as well record the courses on my phone. But it was a nuisance and I hated the feeling of helplessness it was giving me.

"Are you okay?"

I refrain myself from hitting my head against the desk for the nth time and look in front of me.

A boy with styled dark-brown hair and loads of silver accessories was looking at me intently. His gaze, despite his cool aura, was like melted honey. His face didn't look familiar to me, but it wasn't much of a surprise, since there were a lot of people studying here and I barely knew a few.

But he was... an interesting appearance.

"Ah, yes, just..." I break off, my gaze diverting towards my laptop. "I've run out of battery."

He looks at my laptop, then at me again, noticing the white bandage around my right hand and nodding as if understanding why I needed the device so much. He then takes off his backpack and rummages through it, only to pull a black cable out of it a few seconds later. My eyes widen, realizing it's a laptop charger, and I look at him surprised.

"Here, you can use mine," he says with a smile on his lips. "It should work for yours as well."

"Thank you, but I can figure it out, I don't wa-..."

"Just accept it, it's alright," he says on a convincing tone. "You can just return it to me later."

He puts the dark cable on the desk in front of me and shoots me a warm smile once again. Normally, I wouldn't accept something like this. But something about his voice and gestures gives me some sense of security. 

"Give me your phone," he says, extending his hand in front of me. "So I can save my contact."

I unlock my phone and give it to him, waiting patiently while he types with his ring-filled fingers. I take my time to look at him, trying to figure out what about him made me trust him so easily. For all I know, he could take my phone and run away, hack into my personal stuff or just try to hit on me. I can't trust anybody, as Yuri told me.

So why do I trust him?

"Here," he says, returning my phone. "Just text me when you prepare to head home."

I nod and he smiles to me again, before turning around and leaving me alone. I stare blankly a few seconds before frowning confused at what has just happened. I look at my phone and notice that he saved his number as "Charger guy". I smile.

Maybe sometimes I simply have to accept help without doubting it so much.

*

"Is there anything I can do?" I ask shyly and I hear Jeonghan laughing at me.

"There is not, at least for now," Seungcheol speaks after throwing his friend an icy glare.

Serves him right.

"Aw are you really going to keep her locked in a golden cage until the end of it all?" Hoshi asks with a playful smirk on his lips, before his gaze falls on me. "I saw you at the race... you like cars, don't you?"

All eyes were on me again. Some of the boys were surprised, some were doubtful. I couldn't blame anybody. My sister probably knew I had a thing for any vehicle ever, I liked the power, the metal glint, the motion and the emotion of it. I liked the poetic side of an engine. But I barely knew anything about it, physically.

"Uh, yeah," I say slowly. "But I'm not an expert or somet-"

"No need to be," Hoshi waves me off. "Jeonghan and I are going to the garage this week, aren't we, Han?"

Jeonghan hums in agreement and sips on his mint tea. Who the hell drinks tea after eating noodles at midnight?

"I bet Jennie and Lisa will adore you," he adds with a smug smile on his face.

"Hoshi, no-..."

"Oh c'mon, why?" Hoshi pouts at Seungcheol. "She needs to experience things, to get a taste of this world. You can't keep this going on forever."

"Yeah, but that's..." Seungcheol sighs.

"Coups, she'll be fine," Hoshi pleads.

Seungcheol looks at me and I give him a small nod, as if telling him that I will indeed be fine, even though I had no idea what Hoshi had in plan to put me through. But I felt like I was ready to get a taste of what this world is actually like.

"I want to go, if that's what you're talking about," I say and Hoshi smiles proudly.

"It's settled then," Hoshi says and the chatter drifts to different fields.

"Be careful," Vernon told me on a low tone.

I look at him with a question in my eyes. He sighs, a tired smile plastered on his lips.

"I'm sure Jennie and Lisa will love you... but they're not the steel queens for nothing."

I open my eyes, trying to steady my breath. The course was almost over and everybody seemed to be impatient for it to end. I fell asleep. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, remembering the conversation we had on Saturday about the garage. Why would I dream about it?

Is it haunting me that much?

Eventually, the teacher dismisses us and everybody starts gathering their belongings, mentally preparing themselves for the next course.

*

I was waiting for the Charger guy in front of the second entrance of the college. I texted him about five minutes ago and he said I should wait for him here and that he will come soon.

He proved himself to be a life-saver. My laptop charged enough for me to finish typing all of my courses for the day on it. If the Charger guy hadn't showed up back then, it would have definitely been much more difficult for me to get through the day. So I was actually really thankful.

I hear rushed footsteps behind me and I turn around, only to see the Charger guy approaching me wearily, as if he has been running until now. He stops a few steps in front of me, panting. I chuckle.

"I'm sorry... if I made you... wait for too long..." he manages to say between two heavy breaths and I shake my head.

"No, it's fine, don't worry," I say, giving him his charger, which he takes after a few seconds. "Thank you so so much, I owe you one."

He smiles, still slightly panting, and shakes his head.

"It's nothing," he speaks. "I couldn't just leave you bang your head against that desk for the rest of the after-noon."

I chuckle.

"Still, let me know if I can pay you back somehow," I say and he looks at me, as if taking into consideration my offer.

He averts his gaze and grazes the nape of his neck. Was he flustered? It was weird to see somebody with such an aura, all about silver hues and dark clothes, being flustered. I smile.

"Uh, are you possibly taking a digital design class?" He asks and my eyebrows arch in surprise.

"Yeah, I am, actually," I say and his eyes widen, surprised.

"O-Oh, uhm..." he begins, shifting his weight from a foot to the other. "I would need some... uh, help for a project and-..."

"I can help you if you want," I smile and he looks at me surprised once again.

"You don't need to do that if you... don't want to or something, really... it would be more than a pay back..."

I wave him off.

"I like digital design, I am more than happy to help you with it."

He gives up and smiles, his shoulders sinking down as his muscles relax.

"Thank you," he says, then laughs. "Wow, I should really lend my charger more from now on."

I laugh and nod, feeling somewhat comfortable.

"Yeah, anyways..." I sigh. "It was nice meeting you...?"

I extend my hand in front of me, questioningly and he watches me with confusion clearly written across his face.

"Oh," he says eventually, grabbing my hand and shaking it firmly.

His smile was sweet and despite the cold glint of his silver chains, his aura felt warm.

"I'm Minho."

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→ pairing: yoongi x reader

→ word count: 4,062

Prologue Summary; Your best friend’s boyfriend takes an unhealthy interest in you and just as he shows up something from your past starts to creep up on you again. Could this strange and mysterious man have something to do with it? And should you trust him, or your instincts to run far, far away from him?

→ warnings: none yet.

“____, come on. I know I can be boring when I teach but, please, at least act like you’re listening?” The odor of old books and dust wafted through musky air. Rarely any students come here anymore, opting to study elsewhere or not at all. So, it’s fairly quiet except for the few crickets jumping around outside the glass doors of the stuffy library. 

“Ah, uh, sorry.” You pull your attention away from the tiled floor to look at your friend. He’s leaning over the table your both sat at. His long body looks awkward scrunched up in the small library chair, almost like he’s a grown man sitting in something made for a toddler. 

 A sigh passes his lips, “Let’s just call it a day. If you can’t focus it’s better to just get some sleep and study another time.” You nod along with his suggestion. He was beyond right. There’s no way you’re gonna be able to focus any time soon. Not when those dreams are still looming around in your mind and you remain unable to properly remember anything, which is no surprise but only furthers your annoyance.

“Oh, that reminds me! Sorry, I almost forgot to tell you. I’m going to be out of town for the next few days and won’t be able to help you study. Don’t panic though, I have a friend that agreed to help you until I’m back. He knows all about this stuff. He took it last year.”

Your shoulders fall limp, “You what?”

He began sliding his textbooks back into his bag with his other belongings, “I know, but it can’t be helped. My family is having a getaway and my parents wanted me to take a break with them.”

You click your tongue, “Only Kim Namjoon’s parents would want their kid to take a break from school. My mom might have my head if I ever even thought about taking a break. She’d think I was trying to drop out.”

Namjoon chuckled heartily, “I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t stress. My friend probably knows more about this stuff than me anyways. I’ll text you his number.”

“Is your friend Einstein??”

“Something like that, I guess.”

“Seriously,” You groan, losing your composure, and leaning back into your chair, “how could you do this to me? What if this guy tries to assault me or something? You can’t just leave me with some random.”

“You know, the more you hang out with Jimin the more you start to sound like him. This guy isn’t like that, trust me.”

“Jimin? What’s that supposed to-” A fist slams down on the table and you and Namjoon nearly jump out of your seats, “You’re leaving?!”

“Oh, Taehyung,” Namjoon laughs nervously, regaining his composure. 

“Who’s gonna help me with my creative writing class?! I came here to ask you for help.” 

You raise an eyebrow at the boy, “What the hell are you in a creative writing class for?” Taehyung doesn’t spare you a glance, keeping his eyes fixed on Namjoon, who’s checking twice for all his belongings.

“____ can help you with creative writing. She’s good with that stuff.”

Taehyung’s head whips over to you his eyes widened, “Really?”

“What?“ You adjust yourself to sit up straight in your chair, "Namjoon, don’t tell him that, I’m too busy as is. I can’t help him. Absolutely not.”

“Surely you could squeeze in a minute or two.”

“Namjoon,”

“It can’t be helped.”

“Namjoon.” 

He just smiles at you knowingly, “I’ll be going. The weekend calls. Have fun you two.”

“Wait-”

“Bye, ____. Get home safe.” Your eyes flicker over to Taehyung and you squint up at him in irritation. He’s looking at you expectantly, tapping his foot.

"I’m sure Jimin can help you." 

"You-”

“I don’t have the time.” You gather up your belongings, not sparing Taehyung another glance as you make your escape.

You’d made a habit out of avoiding Taehyung since you’d met him, as you did for all the frat guys at your university. It wasn’t anything personal - it's just that the whole school knows that they're bad news. In other words, party every night until we can’t walk straight anymore and mess around with as many girls as we want, types of bad news.

Your feet drag lazily across water-covered concrete once you make it outside. It had stopped raining for the time being, but that didn’t change the fact that it was now below freezing out due to the sun being replaced by a moon that was hidden behind dull rain clouds. The streets were empty aside from the few people making their way home from a late shift at work. 

“You will soon.”

You grimace. Why is it so familiar? A voice very gravelly and intense, where have heard it before? You purse your lips in thought. Just at the remembrance of a voice, red begins to color your cheeks and your hands grow clammy. What is this? You’d never felt this way before. Except when reading something similar to a thrilling romance book. The dream had been so seemingly real, the voice so close to your ear that it was impossible to deny how intimate the situation had been.

You groan in frustration. Jimin can’t possibly be right about it being a wet dream though. “Right, because you never talk with any other man besides me.” You roll your eyes. You should’ve punched him in the gut right then. Plenty of guys talk to you, it’s just that you’re so obviously uninterested that they grow bored easily. You’re not interested in just some fling.

“Excuse me?” A tap on your shoulder drags you out of your whirlpool of thoughts, “You dropped this.” You turn, a bit startled to see a gold necklace dangled from elegant fingers, the gold clashing with the pale skin it rests on. 

Deja vu.

“Oh, thank you.” You take the necklace from his fingers. It must have fallen from around your neck without you noticing.

“Oh,” 

You lifted your gaze up from the gold now resting in the palm of your hand and meet brown orbs, that almost come off as black under the harsh yellow-toned street lamps. His dark hair hangs just above his eyes in unruly waves.

“Yoongi, ” 

An expression of slight uninterest bores into your eyes despite his surprised tone, “What are you doing out so late?” Your hands attempt to bury themselves deeper into their pockets, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach as a familiar feeling of warmth consuming your chest.

“It not that late, is it?” You force a small smile that probably ended up looking a nervous cry for help. 

He glances around at the dark city surrounding the two of you, “Seeing as it twelve o'clock at night, I’d say it is.“ 

"I was studying at the library with a friend. Lost track of time I suppose.” Another awkward smile.

“I’ll walk you home.”

“N-no, I’m fine. You don’t need to do that. My place isn’t too far and I always walk home late. I’ll be fine.”

“I insist.” His voice is firm and strict, making his words come off as more of a demand, rather than a suggestion.

“Ok, I-I guess it’s fine, ”

The walk home is quiet. You don’t spare another glance in Yoongi’s direction despite the taunting urge to. It didn’t help any that it felt like his eyes were constantly glancing over. How had the atmosphere between the two changed so much in such little time? How come you felt so utterly scandalous under his gaze? You can’t help but feel your insides coil as silence settles over the two of you and remain in it for the rest of the way to your dorm. And despite a nagging feeling telling you otherwise, nothing happens.

The next day is another cold one, but instead of there being snow, there’s a thin layer of ice stuck to the ground as gentle rain pats down against it. Namjoon texted you his friend’s number and address this morning and informed you he’d already talked to him about it. And as per usual, decisions were made without your consent. It was bad enough you had to get up early on a weekend for work, but now instead of head straight home to bed, you have to rush off to study with some random.

"I’m so sick of the smell of coffee. I go home, my clothes smell like coffee. I go to bed, my bed smells like coffee. Drag my ass out of bed and come here, to smell what? Coffee. It’s not even nice smelling coffee either. It’s bitter and too strong, like diesel gasoline.” You keep your eyes fixed on the coffee shop’s glass doors, opting to wait for the next custom rather than acknowledge your babbling coworker. 

Namjoon told you that his friend had no other free time to spare. So, it was in the morning, or never.

“I mean, can’t they at least make it smell good? Heaven knows it already tastes like crap.” You learned rather quickly after taking this job that entertaining this man’s ranting would only add to the flames. You pity the people who walk in unknowingly and spark up a conversation with him simply for his good looks, to later find out that his mouth never shuts while doing something he despises, which would pertain to his entire job. 

“____, are you even listening to me?” His voice goes up an octave, bringing his eyebrows along for the ride.

Reluctantly you turn your head away from the doors and stare blandly at his wide rounded eyes and parted lips, “Yes, Seokjin, I’m hearing every word of what you’re saying.”

He studies you for a moment before speaking again, something he rarely does, “Ah, that’s right, you’re not a morning person. I’m sure you have it much worse. I can’t imagine already being in a bad mood and having to come here.”

“Mhm,”

“And the customers are always so rude in the morning. I don’t know how you manage." 

You don’t know how you’ve been able to keep yourself from shoving a bag of coffee beans down his throat, "Yeah,”

Work drags on as normal and as soon as the clock strikes 9:40 am you hang up your apron and fly out the door with the speed of light, completely ignoring Seokjin who calls after you, nagging about you not bothering to even tell him goodbye. 

Once outside you follow your phone’s navigation down multiple streets, your hood up while you grip an arm around your waist in a sad attempt to retain even the smallest amount of body heat. Winter, what a season that you hated to love.

“You have arrived at your destination.”

You halt. Well, that wasn’t all too far. Looking up your gaze meets a tall luxurious building.

“Madam, may I assist you?" 

You startle not realizing the man standing next to the building’s entryway, "Uh, yes? Maybe? I’m meeting a friend of mine. Would you happen to know someone by the name of Namjoon?” In your awestruck confusion, you figured that maybe the mention of Namjoon’s name would help in some way. You mean, Namjoon is the one who recommended the person who supposedly lives in, what appears to be, a tower of silver and gold.

“Ah, yes, follow me, Madam. I will show you to the floor." 

"Ok,” Your voice turns into a small whisper as you look up the building again, feeling the sheer intimidation it radiates. This can’t be the place. 

You follow the doorman inside as he leads you to an elevator at the center of a spacious lobby. Seeing as how early it is in the morning it’s not unprecedented that the whole place is empty. Most rich people probably leave as early as five in the morning to get a head start for the day, you’d assume.

“The Master is in the penthouse so we will be going rather high up. If you have a fear of heights I’d recommend avoiding the windows.” Your stomach turns as the elevator doors shut and you’re lurched up. The elevator dings each time it passes a floor and eventually you start to think that, maybe you’re going to hurl out of the top of the building and fall all the way back down to the ground because how could there be this many floors?? You supposed it was a fitting fate for one as tired as you. At least then you be getting some kind of rest.

“The Master?”

“All will be explained by the Master himself.” The doorman doesn’t even spare you a glance, his attention remaining on the rising floor number. 

“Oh,” You nod and look away wondering what exactly Namjoon had signed you up for this time. Perhaps you were about to mean a famous business leader or a master of the arts? Knowing Namjoon had set this up left nothing off the table. That guy could probably arrange a meeting with the president of the United States with his whole family’s well regarded social status.

“Here we are, Madam. Be sure to push the doorbell before entering. The Master treasurers his privacy."  The doorman bows his head and you step out of the elevator before closing the doors with the press of a button and ascending back down. 

You turn to face the other way and push the doorbell to a pair of tall smooth wooden doors as instructed. But as you wait nothing happens. You hear nothing as a whole minute ticks away and you debate just going back down in the elevator to head home for your bed. Failing any of your classes isn’t an option for you though. You hesitantly ring the bell again and pull out your phone double-checking the address just in case. It wouldn’t be all too surprising if you were in the wrong place. What kind of person around your age, that just finished school a year ago, could afford a place like this?

Once again no one comes to let you in and your impatiens begin to teeter. You swear, if this guy made you come all the way out here this early in the morning just to stand you up, you’d kill Namjoon. So, with that thought in mind, you place your index finger back on the doorbell and let it have a piece of your mind. The dinging rings out over and over again. And finally, after what felt like a thousand dings you hear a door slam from somewhere inside the penthouse, then muffled swear words and stomping just before the large door is swung open so fast you feared it might be yanked off its hinges.

"What the hell do you want from me?!” A familiar head of messy black hair, that’s even messier than normal is laid over the wrong side of his head makes you gasp. His eyes are squinted and puffy as they stare back at you in an uncouth manner.

“Uh-”

“Wait,” He’s eyes get bigger and he reaches up to rub the sleep out of his eyes almost like he’s seeing things, “____?”

Your eyes dart away awkwardly as you try to find words to say in response, “I’ll be leaving now.” You turn on your heel to run for the elevator.

“Shit, are you Namjoon’s friend that needs tutoring? Fuck, I completely forgot about that.” You could tell from the sound of his voice he was running his fingers through that messy black hair of his, but you continued walking. Fuck that guy for being attractive. You’re getting the hell out of here. No more coincidental run-ins.

“Quite alright, no need to apologize. I’ll be going now.”

“No!” He ran out in front of you to block the elevator buttons, nearly falling down in his haste to stop you, “I mean, ” He paused hardening the expression, “I promised Namjoon I’d help you. You can’t just leave.” You looked him up and down. It was strange seeing this, a side of him normally only a girlfriend or best friend would see when you’d only just met. And you barely being qualified enough to be called an acquaintance made it so it shouldn’t have been a problem to feel so awkward, if it hadn’t been for a tiny part you that was thinking about how good Min Yoongi, not only looked in casual clothes but looked without a shirt in black baggy joggers, with bedhead, sporting a sleepy voice. In fact, the more you looked at the man the more pissed off you became. How dare he tempt you in sullying your friendship with Mina by looking like that.

Suddenly taking notice in your lingering gaze Yoongi tried composing himself, putting his hand atop his head in an attempt to hide his mess of hair, “Namjoon will kill me if I go back on my word. Just come inside.”

“Put some clothes on.” You spun around in annoyance, striding into the penthouse. In all honesty, you’d rather jump from this floor to the ground than stay here, but Yoongi had reminded you why you were here. Namjoon is gone and won’t be back until the day of the presentations and you know there’s no way in hell you’d manage on your own with an unfinished project that you knew would remain that way if not given a helping hand. You know yourself well enough to know that being uninformed and out of ideas would lead to you throwing in the towel without having even tried to make a fully finished piece.

Yoongi was close on your heels, shutting the door behind him, “Actually, I thought I’d tutor you naked. Just to switch things up a bit.”

“Excuse me?!” You spun again almost sure you’d get whiplash. Yoongi was just watching your reaction in amusement and it dawned on you he was being sarcastic.

“Just a joke, ____.”

You glared, “Yeah? Well, I’d appreciate if you didn’t joke about such things with me.”

He chuckled almost endearingly, “Why?”

“Why? What do you- You know what? This is inappropriate. I’m leaving.” Judging from this conversation you had no doubt in your mind that this man had the capability of cheating on your best friend. 

You went for the door but Yoongi grabbed your upper arm before you could get past him, “You really shouldn’t take me seriously, ____. Now, stop being a child and let’s get this over with.” He removed his hand from around your arm as if it had never been there, to begin with, and walks away from you. “I’m going to put a shirt on and I’ll meet you back in here. Make yourself comfortable.” You feel like you’ve just undergone a full 360 in a short amount of time since you entered his home. Why are you here again?

Surveying up his home you walk further into what seems to be a rather cozy living room. All the colors in the room are either warm or extremely dark, except for the occasional white pillow or blanket laying around. Even the floor is tiled with warm reddish wood. The pitch-black walls contrast against the brightness flooding in through a window that covers the whole outer wall of the room. It’s similar to homes you’d only ever seen in magazines or movies.

“Wow,” you breathe out and take a seat down on a long black leather couch in the center in the room. The place has probably been professionally decorated just to Yoongi’s liking.

“Would you like something to drink? Have you eaten?”

You jump, startled, “N-no, I’m alright.”

He nods and holds a notebook out to you now sported a baggy black sweatshirt and unruly combed hair, “Here,” You hesitantly take it from him as he takes a seat next to you, “these are my old notes from when I was in school. They should be helpful. Is there anything in particular that you’re having trouble with?”

“Ah,” Right that’s what you came here for, “I’m not very good at this music stuff which is why I needed Namjoon’s help. Its extra credit for me is all. I’m majoring in film.” You pull your bag from your side, taking out all your own notes, a few hefty textbooks, and your laptop.

“What is your focus for the project then?” He leans over you watching as you open up all the proper program on your laptop. You nervously fidget, feeling your skin heat up and try leaning away from him without it being noticeable, “I want to present a completed song.” Yoongi gives you a look of ‘You can’t be fucking serious right?’ And you sigh, “Listen, I know I don’t even major in music and don’t really know what I’m doing, so it’s dumb of me to try this. But, I have a great love for music even though it isn’t my major. If I do something with this,” You point at your laptop screen, “I want it to be my very best. I really wanna try at it and I think I can hit all the points, I just need the opinion of a professional.”

He looks at you for a while before finally speaking, “You know, me helping you with this is kind of cheating.” You rose an eyebrow at him, gesturing that he elaborates. “It wouldn’t be fair to all the other students. Can’t you just choose a different route? Like, I don’t know? Doing a piece you’d put into a film or something? Something a little more down your alley?”

You shake your head, “I’ve already started. I don’t have the time to scrap anything and restart. Here,” You turn your attention back to the laptop and plug in a pair headphones then hand them to Yoongi, “Just listen and give me your thoughts.” Reluctantly he takes the headphones from you and puts them on. You press play and watch him closely, gauging his reaction as his breathe hitches not even five minutes into the song.

You quickly pause it and he takes off the headphones confused, “Was that you?”

“Was it bad? I suppose I can use auto-tune. That’s not breaking any rules right?”

“No, no, I mean,” He stops mid-sentence staring at you.

You turn away, facing your laptop, “You’re right, maybe I should just scrap it and start over.”

“No!” You flinched away from Yoongi at his sudden outburst, “No, you shouldn’t do that.” He’s to the laptop this time, studying all of your work, “It’s very good. It caught me off guard.” He puts the headphones back on then presses play again. You stare at him, in a loss for words. It was one thing to have Namjoon tell you your work was good when he was still in school, same as you. Yoongi, on the other hand, is already a music producer and judging by your surroundings he’s a very successful one.

“Is this all you have so far?” Yoongi slides the headphones back off, eyes on the screen of your laptop.

“Yeah…This is more of the ending rather than the beginning. I have parts written out and I’ve tried doing them myself like this but it just doesn’t sound the way I want it.”

Yoongi nods, “This has lots of potential. I’d like to see the beginning half. I think you can make an amazing piece with just this alone. I like how you’ve mixed the two genres. I can understand that it wouldn’t translate when using only your voice. With the way it flows, you’ll need to almost flip back a forth with two voices. Doing that will also add to the overall emotion in the song seeing as it’s a romantic piece. You’ll need someone with a lower octave that balances while with your own sound. Finding someone to do that should be hard as your voice is pretty enough on its own to captivate any listener. The difficult part is blending the just right amount of both that’s not overdoing it.”

You nod trying to ignore the flush you feel in your cheeks as you watch him flip from line to line on your recordings. 

“I’m impressed.” He looks up to you and instantly looks away.

“Thank you.”

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tags

@im-emo-motherfuckers @team-wang-puppy @seokchella

[prisonrose]

Mea Culpa || 24 Hour Journal

01:00

A guard inadvertently wakes me up by shining a flashlight in my cell to make sure Craig and I are still present. 

After a brief pause to make sure the figure above me is truly asleep and not dead or a sack of potatoes serving as a decoy, he moves on.

I fall asleep shortly afterwards.

05:45

I force myself to wake up at this time every morning, about 10-15 minutes before the cells unlock. It was hard to get the timing just right since I don’t have an alarm at first, but most days I manage it based on my biological clock alone.

I relieve myself on the loo while Craig is still asleep, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

I brush my teeth, splash water on my face, and sit on my bed, waiting for the doors to open.

06:00

The cell doors finally unlock, and I make a beeline for the kitchen area of our cell block. Usually I’m the first to get there, but sometimes I’m unlucky. 

Today I have the first go at the microwave and heat up some oatmeal with peanut butter and instant coffee to take back to my cell.

I manage to get in and get out without being caught or harassed by anyone. Craig is gone by the time I get back. Likely at the chow hall or showers. I get to have a relaxing meal alone.

07:00

I show up for work in the laundry facility. A few of the driers are down for scheduled repairs.

I spend most of the day lubricating roller bearings, adjusting pulleys, and replacing drum rollers and dryer glides.

This is probably the most relaxing part of my day. It always feels good to be working with machines again.

Still, I can’t believe I only get paid 200 Pokedollars for this shit. Guess I’ll splurge and spend a whole day’s pay on some Fresh Water from a vending machine one day.

11:30

Wrap up work in time for count. Try to make it back to my cell without bumping into anyone.

Craig is already there in the room by the time I come in. I say a quick greeting to him and reuse the bowl I used for oatmeal earlier for a bowl of cereal and a box of UHT milk.

I rather miss having cold beverages.

11:55

“Five minutes til count time, boys. Be on your bunks and be visible! I repeat, be on your bunks and be visible for 12:00 count or you will get a ticket!”

There’s never any telling how long these things will last, so I get comfortable on my bed with a science fiction novel I used to read a lot as a child.

A guard comes by with a Boltund to check to see if we’re where we need to be. 

12:25

Count is mercifully short today. The doors unlock again, and most guys begin shuffling over to the Chow Hall for lunch. I say goodbye to Craig.

I wait until it’s relatively quiet in the halls before donning my shower shoes and taking my little plastic bucket of shower supplies down to our cell block’s communal showers.

Privacy is important during this vulnerable time. Most guys wash off either in the morning or just before lockup, but I prefer going in midday when most guys are either having lunch or out in the yard working out.

12:40

It’s never completely empty though. I try my best to creep to the other end of the showers opposite a loose group of men that probably had the same idea as me.

The showers are always disgusting. The floors are usually covered in a thick layer of grime, shaved body hair, and bodily fluids. The holes in the shower head I initially chose are so clogged in one that I have to go to another slightly closer to the other men.

This one works, at least, but the hot water is used up. Oh well. It really is a lottery most days. 

I hate these annoying timed press buttons. I hate everything about these damn showers. Showering used to be the most relaxing part of my day. I miss my flat so badly just for this alone.

12:46

I try to get in and out as quickly as possible since I have company. Maybe if I’m in and out before they realize who I am, I can avoid a scene.

No such luck. I’m small but not small enough to not be seen past the half-assed dividers supposed to offer a shred of privacy. 

They intercept me in the changing room. Thankfully, I still have my towel on.

The big guy says he’s heard of me. He asks if it’s true that I ████ █ █████ ████ █ █████.

I confirm that it is true. He’ll find out the truth either way, so there’s really no need to lie.

He ███ ██ ██ ███ ███ ██ ███ ███ █████ ███████. His buddies ████ ████ ██ █████ ██.

█████’█ ██ █████ ██ █████████ ███ ████ ██ ████ █████. ██████ ██ ████ ████ ██ ██████. █ █████. 

█ ████ ██ ██ ███ ███ ███ ██ ███. ████ ██████████ ███’█ ███ ██ ████ ██. ██’█ ███████ ████ ████ █████ ███ █ █████’█ █████.

I guess that’s the only thing I’m good for anymore. 

13:05

I get back to my cell.

Decide to take a nap since I’m not feeling so well.

14:55

Get woken up by a guard with a Growlithe banging on the cell door. Apparently I have a visitor and need to get processed for that. Time to put on my game face. 

15:01

Getting strip searched in front of the guards is the most humiliating thing ever. Probably even worse than getting undressed in front of other inmates. 

The female guard’s Espeon stares at me the entire time, its forked tail twitching slightly, possibly scanning the near future to see if I was a threat. The whole process of undressing, getting searched, getting redressed takes about 15 minutes. I’m led to the Non Contact visit area so that I can talk with whoever this is.

15:16

Another journalist trying to get the big scoop on my fall from grace. I’m exhausted by now by how many interviews these people keep subjecting me to, but I understand the appeal.

I smile politely and answer all of her questions, no matter how asinine. When she asks me how a well-to-do businessman is fairing in a maximum security prison, I tell her that I’m doing just fine. Part of me wants to believe it, too.

15:46

Visit is officially concluded. I thank the journalist for her time and go back to get searched a second time.

I take off each article of clothing individually and shake them out, then spread every fold and orifice of myself that might be hiding contraband as the guards search my clothes.

The Espeon is still staring at me. Part of me wishes I could have seen into the future for what was in store for me years ago when I begged for the harshest punishment possible.

16:02

Time for tea. Also the last time to get something from the Chow Hall before Lockdown in 2 hours.

My hunger gets the best of me, and I make a visit, despite how terrible the food is and how dangerous it is for someone like me. This place and the Yard are the sites of most stabbings and riots.

Today it’s what I assume to be some sort of beef (I think?) stew with tons of soggy, mealy potatoes and white rice. It looks like something already eaten, but that was par for the course.

I take my little tin of food and try to desperately find a seat at a table not already occupied. No such luck, so I sit at the opposite end of the table of two gents with my approximate skintone. 

Thankfully, they ignore me. I eat in peace. 

16:38

Go to the rec center to see if there’s anything worth watching on the telly. Maybe I can even catch a match.

My appearance prompts from jeers from a couple of men playing pool, but they leave me alone pretty quickly when I try to pay them no mind. 

No League matches are showing today, so I instead turn it to the news.

Apparently there’s some sort of catastrophic Dynamaxing incident playing out in multiple cities at once. I hope that some madman didn’t get news of my own experiment and try to do something similar…

17:45

Lockdown in 15 minutes. Head back to my cell, but Craig is busy on the loo. Walk back out again and respectfully wait as long as I can for him to finish up.

17:55

“Five minutes til count time and lockdown, boys. Be on your bunks and be visible! I repeat, be on your bunks and be visible for 18:00 count or you will get a ticket!”

I have to go in at this point. Luckily, Craig is now washing up. He nods at me and climbs back on his bunk for count.

When the cell doors close, there’s no opening them again until 6 the next morning, unless there’s some sort of emergency. So it’s best to get as comfortable as you can.

I begin reading my book again. There’s nothing else to do, really.

20:00

Last state sanctioned meal of the day. The small slot in our cell door is opened, and two paper bags are fed through. 

It’s a ham and cheese sandwich, a bag of crisps, and a box of milk for each of us. 

As per our agreement, I hand Craig my ham sandwich and my bag of crisps over to him as well. It’s hard not to feel hungry in here, but it’s a small price to pay for peace.

He hands over his box of milk, and I instead have my last bowl of cereal for the night. The extra box of milk is tucked away somewhere safe, and the bowl cleaned and ready for the next morning.

Back to my book. 

21:00

The lights in our cell unceremoniously turn off. “LIGHTS OUT!” the voice over the intercom booms. “QUIET IN THE CELLS!”

I sigh, sticking a popsicle stick into the pages as a makeshift bookmark, and stretch out to place it back on the desk for tomorrow. 

I lay down, staring blankly out of the bars, feeling more empty than I ever have in my life.

I’ve long since stopped wondering if my sacrifice was worth it, if this is the fate I deserved, if there’s any hope I’ll be remembered fondly in the future, or at all, even in the present day.

This is my life now. It’ll be my life until the day I die. As unhappy as I am about the notion, I’ve made my peace with it, and have adjusted accordingly.

I wipe away the hot tears rolling down my face with a soft sniffle, and roll back over to try to rest up and gather my strength to face this hell the next day.

And the day after that and the day after that and the day after that…

[emoboijk]

knj | till death

In the demon world, arranged marriages are business transactions. But this isn’t that simple. —demon!au, arranged marriage!au, non-idol!au

01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: 07 :: epilogue

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After three months of living with Namjoon (of being married to Namjoon), you fall into the rhythm of your relationship, like a heartbeat or a breath. It's not anything you ever have to think about. And you wake up one morning to realize that, without meaning to, you both have a routine.

Namjoon always wakes up early (ungodly so, you think) and is most often gone by the time you get up. He leaves you notes in the morning, unfailingly (on the kitchen table, your door, and ever more frequently, on your nightstand). Addicted to the warm, fluttery feeling they cause in your chest, you squirrel them away into an antique letterbox you found at a thrift store (five dollars!).

After you wake up (and read your note), you shower and get dressed. Then you wander into the living room where Lisa and Jeongguk are loitering in the kitchen or on the couch. It takes you two months to discover that they arrive at the apartment building as soon as Namjoon leaves (per his request), usually waiting in the lobby or outside the building. As soon as you find out you tell them they’re welcome to wait in the apartment, embarrassed at them having to wait for you at all.

These days Jeongguk has breakfast ready by the time you leave your room. Originally, you’d always cooked for yourself, but Jeongguk has a penchant for trying new things (and ultimately being amazing at them), so he’s quickly taken over. When you’d first offered to hand him the reigns, he had beamed at the opportunity, cooking skillfully and smiling, “My boyfriend’s been teaching me.” If it were anyone else you would’ve been annoyed at his immediate success in the kitchen and his overall happy demeanor, but it’s Jeongguk so it just makes you want to smile and ruffle his hair.

After breakfast, you either read or watch TV, or you let Lisa drag you out of the house. Most days it’s a combination of both. You’ve been spending a lot of time in bookstores, expanding Namjoon's already extensive collection (it's a library really, that he tries to disguise as the guest bedroom). But you also let Lisa show you the newest boutiques or restaurants, just barely keeping her from dragging you clubbing. Once in a while, you'll get lunch with your mom or with Yeri (who now perpetually smells like the animal shelter she works for).

Then you have dinner around seven or eight (as long as there isn’t some sort of business function, charity ball, or high-class demon dinner to attend), which usually consists of some sort of take out. Afterward you dismiss both Jeongguk and Lisa in an official capacity; oftentimes one or both of them will hang out with you afterward (Lisa has taken it upon herself to keep you “groomed" so she’ll stay and paint your nails or teach you how to do an intricate braid; Jeongguk has introduced you to video games and he enjoys beating you at them).

Once they leave, you get ready for bed, washing your face and slipping into pajamas before burrowing under the covers. When you first moved in you would try to force yourself to sleep right away, but you soon realized that it was nearly impossible until you knew Namjoon had come home. On a regular business day, he may not return until midnight, so you lie awake daydreaming or reading until you hear the elevator or his footsteps after he shimmers in.

Tonight, as you rub moisturizer into your cheeks, your mind races anxiously. There’s a thought you've been turning over in your mind since this afternoon when Yeri had called you to check up. Two things had kept you preoccupied. First, after you’d spent nearly fifteen minutes talking about Namjoon and the note he’d left you that morning and all the funny things he’d said at the Demon LGBT Rights Charity Ball the night before, Yeri had giggled.

“What?” you’d asked.

“Nothing.”

“No, what is it?”

“You like him.”

“What?” You’d been sipping a glass of water and nearly choked at the accusation.

“It’s okay,” Yeri had laughed, “He’s your husband; you should like him.”

Yeri had moved on quickly enough from there, but it had been orbiting your brain all afternoon. Of course, you like Namjoon. You’d been friends for years!

You worry your bottom lip and look at yourself in the mirror. Scowling, you whisper: “Be honest.” Closing your eyes you take a deep breath and open them again, shrugging in an attempt at casual, “You like him.” As soon as you said the words that warm, fluttery feeling returned in your chest and you jumped a bit in excitement.

Gasping, you take a step back from the mirror, surprised at yourself, “Oh.” You giggle, frowning as the second thing Yeri had said that day came back to mind.

You had been complaining about your daily activities, how boring it ultimately was.

“Come volunteer at the shelter,” she had said simply.

“What?”

“We could use the help. And it would be nice to see my best friend regularly.”

The seed she’d planted had grown to a full tree now. You loved the idea. You missed Yeri and you loved animals (the pictures of the hell hound pups she sent you had you squealing!). But what would Namjoon think…

You end up tossing and turning in bed until 2:00 AM when you realize it’s no use trying; Namjoon’s not home and your mind is too preoccupied. You heave a sigh and crawl out of bed. Your giant t-shirt (one of Namjoon’s that was mistakenly put in with your laundry that you have yet to return; it’s a large, dark blue t-shirt with white designs on the short sleeves, made of the softest material…) has bunched up at your torso so you pull it down, wrapping a soft blanket around your legs and swiping your latest read (a feminist treaty by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie this time) off your nightstand. You walk quietly out of your room and across the apartment, tucking yourself into a corner of the couch, reaching to flick on the light. Then you squint at the coffee table, concentrating so hard your head begins to hurt, until a glass of chilled white wine appears there. You take a sip before opening your book and waiting.

Namjoon takes the elevator tonight, he usually does when he works this late, just too tired to shimmer anywhere. When the doors ding open and he steps out to find you twisting around on the couch to look at him, beautifully disheveled and happy to see him, he briefly considers always coming home this late if it means he’ll always be greeted this way. He steps out of his shoes and says, “Still up?”

You nod, reaching forward for your glass of wine so that he can see you aren’t wearing pants, a flash of skin peeking out from the bottom of your t-shirt and the top of your underwear. He averts his eyes, devilishly tempted, clenching and unclenching his fists to keep himself sane. “Couldn’t sleep,” you say around the glass as he puts his briefcase and jacket on the coffee table, sitting in a chair next to you.

You can’t think of anything else to say so you ask, “Want a drink?” even though you know his answer. You stare intently at the coffee table again, another glass of white wine appearing there.

Namjoon smiles, inordinately proud of you and takes the glass, sipping the liquid, “Thank you.”

“How was your day?” you wonder, closing your book and pulling the cashmere blanket closer around your waist.

He scratches the back of his neck and shrugs, “Could’ve been worse.”

You almost laugh. You’re not 100% positive about what he does all day, but you’re pretty sure that other people’s “could’ve been worse” are his reality. Namjoon runs a hand through his hair and adds, “What about you - good day?”

You shrug, chewing on the inside of your cheek before sipping your wine.

“What is it?”

You shrug again, “It’s just...I don’t do anything.”

“What do you mean?” Namjoon leans forward, watching you intently, clearly interested.

“I just…” you huff, urged on by his rapt attention, “I shop and I read and I cook and I watch TV…” you trail off and realize that you’re complaining about luxury, you feel somewhat foolish but finally say, “I want to do more.”

Namjoon nods thoughtfully, “Well, what do you want to do?”

You look at him with your eyebrows raised, surprised despite everything.

He shrugs and leans back in his chair, smiling at you, “Do you want to work? Or go to school?” His smile transforms to a smirk and he winks, “Give me weekly book reports?”

You flush at the tone of his words, your mind inadvertently wandering to unquestionably erotic scenarios. You clasp your wine glass tightly and take another large gulp, cheeks burning.

Namjoon can’t stop looking at you. You’re easy to fluster and it’s beautiful.

“I was thinking maybe…” you start, swallowing your wine and avoiding his eyes, “volunteer work? Yeri works at an animal shelter part-time? They’re always looking for help…”

“That sounds wonderful,” he grins, a spark of joy in his chest when he sees you smile.

And then, because you’re a little bit tipsy and you have that warm, fluttery feeling you say: “Also, I was wondering if...maybe, if you’re free sometime soon, we could go on a, um, on a date?”

Without missing a beat, he answers: “I would love to.”

“Good,” you smile, looking away from him as your cheeks turn pink, upending your wine glass to catch the last sip. When you put it down and glance back over, he’s still watching you. His eyes are sparkling and he’s almost glowing; it’s as if the sun is beneath his skin. You shake your head but grin, looking back down to your book but unable to get yourself to read.

Namjoon finally gets the hint, blushing at his own unabashed staring, before looking around frantically for something to preoccupy himself with. But his eyes graze over the clock and he starts, “Shit.”

“Huh?” You look up.

“It’s almost five in the morning,” he sighs.

You’re unsurprised when you look at the clock, closing your book and stretching. Your blanket falls down your thigh at the movement and you suddenly remember that you’re not wearing pants. You scramble to pull the material back up, looking at him wildly to gauge his reaction.

But he’s slumped against his chair with his hand over his face, “I have to be at work in two and a half hours.” It wasn’t until, for some reason, this angle that he realizes how familiar the shirt you’re drowning in is. He sits up again and motions to it, “Is that my shirt?”

You choke slightly, your cheeks an entirely new level of fuchsia at having been caught. You shake your head, “No.”

Namjoon feels as though he’s going to burst. His chest has swelled with pride and joy and love. He rubs his lips together, glancing at the clock to confirm that it is way too late at night. So he stands and indulges himself with a risk, running his fingers through your hair and whispering, “Keep it.”

You tense for just a second under his fingers but it feels so nice. He only touches you for a moment but it helps your body relax and you realize how tired you are. You yawn, smiling up at him and he grins, “Get some rest,” before taking his things and walking toward his bedroom.

The next morning Namjoon is almost late, and for no other reason but you. He scribbles his daily note (Please keep the shirt - it looks much better on you. Date tonight? —Joon) and tiptoes into your room to place it on your nightstand, stopping short when he sees you.

It’s only 8:50 AM and you’re dead asleep. But holy hell. You’ve flung the sheets off your body and your t-shirt (his t-shirt) has ridden up to reveal your stomach and a pair of lavender lace panties.

“Fuck.”

You stir at the sound and Namjoon discovers that, apparently, in these situations, it’s not fight-or-flight, it’s freeze. But you don’t wake up. He stares for a moment, almost crumpling the note in his fist because he wants to run his hands up your bare legs, trace patterns onto your stomach, suck hickeys onto your hips, bury his face between your legs and rip those…

He shakes his head, whispering more profanities and dropping the note unceremoniously on your nightstand before bolting from the room. He pauses outside to catch his breath, a bead of sweat on his brow line from the effort of leaving. He wrenches a hand through his hair, his mind still cloudy with fantasies.

He shakes his head again, walking with a determined stride into his bathroom and splashing water on his face. His head slowly clears, but he will always have that image of you in bed in his mind. Maybe he should ask for the shirt back.

You wake up a couple of hours later, groggy with sleep and curling to one side to pluck the note from your bedside table. You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face and you bury your face into your pillow in glee.

The day passes in complete bliss; total, all-consuming glee. You beat Jeongguk to the kitchen and make him and Lisa waffles with eggs and bacon, putting it all together to resemble a smiley face. Then you’re the one that suggests going shopping, giving Lisa heart palpitations from the shock.

Namjoon spends the whole day grinning, much to the dismay of his staff. Cold, serious, and expressionless they know how to deal with, but Namjoon singing (off-tune) under his breath and smiling as he thanks them for their work? No idea.

He already knows where he wants to take you. He’s had your first date planned since he was eighteen (with slight modifications as he’s matured). So by the time he shimmers into his living room at 7:01 PM he’s nearly giddy with anticipation.

Namjoon glances toward your bedroom door, only slightly ajar, listening as Lisa coos at you. When he turns toward the kitchen he spots Jeongguk sitting on the counter, chewing on a piece of licorice and frowning, “They’ve been in there for two hours.”

Namjoon grins.

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow at him curiously. Of all the staff, Jeongguk might be the most used to seeing his boss smiling since he’s Yoongi's best friend. But this is different than the late-night-drinks smirk or a birthday party smile. He’s…glowing like he could be his own star. His eyes are bright and those dimples Jeongguk had only ever seen flashes of were on full display.  

The sight takes his breath away.

“I’m going to change.” Namjoon disappears into his bedroom.

You stick your head out of your room and look at Jeongguk wide-eyed, “Was that Namjoon?”

Jeongguk nods, still a little starstruck.

“Crap!” you mutter, disappearing again.

You remerge thirty seconds later looking a bit winded, naturally flushed, Lisa on your heels. You dig through your small bag, checking that you have everything while Lisa adjusts your hair, “You look amazing. You are amazing.”

You smile at her, so eternally grateful it hurts. Standing on your tiptoes you kiss her cheek lightly, “Thanks. Have a good night.”

“Night,” she grins, already beginning to fade, “I’m going to want to know everything!”

Jeongguk slides off the edge of the counter and squeezes your bicep, “Have fun tonight,” he says.

“Thanks,” you smile up at him, “Have a good night. Tell Yoongi ‘hey’ for me.”

“Will do.” He shimmers away.

“Ready?” The familiar baritone slides up your spine like a shiver and makes your knees weak. You turn to see Namjoon adjusting a cuff link, his hair falling forward in his face, glancing up at you with eyes so bright they’re almost blinding.

“Yes,” as if you'd been holding it like a breath, in your chest, all day.

Namjoon crosses the room and offers his hand. You take it without a second thought.

“We’re shimmering?” You whisper because you feel close and quiet and safe.

He nods, “I gave Hobi the night off,” he pulls you closer to him, fitting perfectly into his side. His lips graze your forehead as he says, “I wanted it to be just us.”

You smile into his suit jacket.

The restaurant is small and familiar. It has a brick face with a small glass door set into wood. A painted wooden sign, lit by yellow lanterns, reads Rosa Italiana.

A memory lights your mind like flash paper. Soft yellow lighting, his parents and yours, and him. He was seventeen, tall, gangly, almost awkward if not for the undeniable charisma and sincerity. And you, two years his junior, wise beyond your years and yet nervous, blushing anytime someone looked at you.

This was where you had first met.

“Namjoon,” you whisper.

He shrugs as he guides you forward, still holding you close to his body as you walk, “I’m a romantic.”

You blush like it’s triggered by the restaurant, by the memories.

The hostess doesn’t have to ask for his name before taking you both back to a secluded table. There’s a small candle in a glass bowl and roses as the centerpiece, a small piece of cream-colored card stock with the menu printed on it in cursive.

You order wine and pasta and find yourself holding his hand across the table, playing with his fingers absently. You’re not sure if it's the wine or the atmosphere or just the realization that you’re happy, but you can’t stop smiling up at him and drawing star patterns into his palm.

“So,” he says, pulling his hand away as the waiter puts down both of your plates, “when will you start at the shelter?”

You shrug as you begin twining pasta around a fork, “Yeri said they could start training me next week; Monday maybe?”

Namjoon grins hugely, opening his mouth to say something, just about to form the words when his whole body tenses and his eyes switch to black involuntarily. Like a protective instinct.

“Aw,” a sweet but menacing voice coos from behind you. A tall, slender man in a dark suit appears at your table, his pale hand squeezing Namjoon’s shoulder, “Don’t waste your energy on me, baby.”

Namjoon reaches up to grab the hand, fingers encircling the wrist and squeezing. You think you hear a bone crack. The man smirks and uses his other hand to stroke Namjoon’s cheek, “You remember I like it rough.”

Namjoon bats away the hand on his cheek, and uses his other to push the man away. The stranger barely stumbles but does take a step back, his eyes landing on you. Now that he’s facing you completely, you’re startled. He seems elf-like and ageless, sharp features and nearly translucent skin. His irises change color, like clouds of smoke floating behind a film.

“My competition?” he frowns, and you think you see real sadness in his eyes. He raises his hand, dark black nails centimeters from your face when Namjoon catches his hand in the air, standing and forming a barrier between you and him.

“She has nothing to do with this.” Namjoon’s voice is stern and it falls over you like a blanket, makes you feel safe despite everything.

“She has everything to do with this,” the stranger growls. He peeks around Namjoon’s shoulder, his eyes a sinister red now, “And I’ll be back for her.” He turns to smoke in Namjoon’s grip and is gone in seconds.

Your heart is pounding and you fall limp in your chair. Namjoon’s shoulders relax and when he turns around his eyes are human again, cocoa brown and concerned. He touches your cheek where the stranger would’ve, his thumb warm and comforting as it draws a path back and forth on your skin. When he pulls his hand away, it’s wet and you realize you’re crying.

“Who was that?” you whisper.

author’s note—THIS is the shirt! Joon wears it all the time (in AT LEAST two bangtantv eps) and I love it. 

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Blondie Goes Latin (1941)

2:27 AM, Thursday, 12 December

Y’all ready for this, buh buh buh bah bah bah ok let’s watch a Blondie.

2:28

Welp, in looking this one up to watch it, I’ve spoiled for myself that this one features Dagwood dressed as a woman. Let’s see how I feel about that once it’s in context.

2:31

Watching it on Prime again for better picture quality, but I’m not falling for their tricks a second time so I skipped the 4 minutes and 20 seconds (nicenicenice) of inexplicable preview footage spoiling the rest of the movie.

Although I’ve already spoiled that Dagwood goes Dragwood so who cares anymore.

2:44

GOT MY SNACKS LET’S GET STARTED

2:46

The usual theme song’s back, and it’s just occurred to me: The lyrics go

“Life with us is fun and crazy,

Baby Dumpling, (read: Alexander Hamilton Bumstead) us and Daisy

What a family

Incredible

Bumstead-able”

Now I know that later on, Cookie Bumstead, their new daughter, will be introduced. I wonder if they adjust the theme song when that happens.

2:56

Starting off strong with a pretty basic continuity error. Dagwood, with shaving cream on his face, runs outside, realizing he’s packed his razor into his luggage which he gave to the cab driver. As soon as he’s outside, the shaving cream is gone from his face.

HOLY SHIT I SPOKE TOO SOON. It wasn’t a bad continuity, it was a good visual gag! He runs into the postman, as per usual, and when they get up, the shaving cream has swapped over onto posty’s face!

Apologies to Blondie Goes Latin. They did a good and I assumed it was a bad because I guess I don’t think highly enough of the standard of production in the Blondie film franchise.

3:01

AND they followed it up with a SECOND solid visual gag! The posty puts his hat and mailbag on Dagwood, goes into the doorway, and runs towards Dagwood, either to get the shaving cream back onto the right face or just out of pure vitriol and malice. He misses, we hear him crash, and the camera cuts to the cab, which is flipped on its side.

That got a full laugh out of me.

3:04

AnD ThEn ThE ShAvInG CrEaM swaps over to the CaB DrIVeR’S FaCE!!!

3:06

AHB*: Mommy, is Mr. Dithers going with us too?

Blondie: Of course, dear, he’s taking us along as his guests.

AHB: Why?

Blondie: Because he needs a rest.

AHB: Why doesn’t he take Mrs. Dithers?

Blondie: Because Mrs. Dithers needs a rest.

AHB: I don’t get it.

Man they always go so hard with the infidelity angle in these fuckin’ flicks.

*Alexander Hamilton Bumstead

3:08

There’s a character Wikipedia tells me is named Manuel Rodríguez, played by one Tito Guízar. So this could be some more (relatively) positive representation, like that guy in Servant Trouble.

3:12

Manuel Rodríguez fuccin immediately seducing Blondie. Nah yeah this is accurate representation.

3:20

This movie got me AGAIN, this time with a kinda surrealist goof. So they’ve found out that Dagwood has to stay behind to close a deal, but Blondie, AHB and Daisy are going with Dithers. Dagwood and Blondie start crying at the thought of being apart. Daisy cries, and how they got that shot I’ve no idea.

At first Dithers is telling them not to act that way, but then he starts crying too. Then Dagwood meets a man at the door who’s there to tell them “All ashore that’s going ashore,” and HE starts crying too. And then as the ship’s whistle sounds, it cuts to this:

3:24

Man and another good goof, Dagwood looks at Blondie and AHB and says he’s gonna shut his eyes so he can remember them just as they are now while they’re apart. Then he runs out the door, immediately crashing into someone.

Is this movie genuinely funnier than usual or am I just in a better mood?

3:28

‘Nother laugh. Dagwood fell while carrying a bunch of drums (in a series of misunderstandings that will eventually lead to him in Dragwood playing the drums with a band that the film is currently introducing, and which is actually kinda interesting and likeable so far) and slid clear across like 20 feet of floor.

3:30

There’s a singing quartet in the band that sounds exactly like the Let’s All Go To The Lobby song.

3:32

The female lead of the band is called Lovey Nelson, and I think I’m in love with her. She’s sassy af.

3:34

I think Michael Jackson might’ve plagiarized some lyrics off Blondie Goes Latin.

3:36

Upon the development that Dagwood’s playing the drums in this, I considered noting that it would be harder to edit that into a Whiplash parody than that one I did with Hop on my YouTube channel.

But then Dagwood did an intense drum solo for like 45 seconds and now I’m not so sure.

3:44

ALERT, ALERT, SENTIENT DOLL, I REPEAT, THERE IS A HAUNTED DOLL IN THE MOVIE, SOMEONE CALL A PRIEST, OR ELSE JUSTIN MCELROY, EITHER WILL DO

3:45

So you’re saying that you don’t have rhythm.

BUT LISTEN WHAT YOU’RE DOING RIGHT THERE-

This Blondie is a musical and I’m down.

3:47

Oh God they’re holding on the doll for soooo loooong

3:58

Alright sun’s getting real low, (Future Euan note: wow, great Avengers: Age of Ultron reference, past Euan.) by which I mean it’s 4 am and I’m gonna go to bed and finish this in the morning.

1:36 AM, Friday, 13 December

Back to it! Looking forward to this given how much I enjoyed it last night.

1:38

Dithers: Falls

Blondie: “Oh, Mr. Dithers! Here’s a drink for you.” Hands glass of water.

Dithers: Drinks, then scrunches up his face in disgust “Oh, that’s water isn’t it?”

1:42

Tito Guízar is now singing in Spanish. It’s interesting, cause it feels totally out of place. Like when Ben Platt sings at the end of the first episode of that show The Politician; it’s clearly just “This person can sing so we better let him sing.” Not so much in a bad way though. Like he’s doing what he’s good at and I like that it’s a bubble of a different culture inserted into this white suburban family sitcom I’m inexplicably exposing myself to.

1:46

This movie’s fuckin’ neat. Blondie’s listening to the song and gets sad cause she misses Dagwood, so she goes out on the deck of the cruise ship that this is all happening on. Tito Guízar follows her out, (I’m pretty sure they’re in front of a projection background) and she says she liked the song but didn’t understand a word of it, so he offers to sing it again in English. And now he is!!! I like that.

It also reminds me of that one creepy Aardman short tho.

1:51

Oh but then Blondie starts singing with him, and it gets to a point where they’re singing simultaneously but Blondie definitely hasn’t heard the words yet. So it morphs from a realistic enough scene to musical rules where people sing at the same time when they’re on the same page.

1:53

HEY how come it hasn’t come up yet in past movies that Penny Singleton (Blondie) can sing this well? Like the intro song is basically just talking, but she can sing.

1:58

Hey, a Dagwood sandwich! DAGWOOD SANDWICH WATCH 2019 that’s what I do when those show up, right? Been a while since one of those has shown up! It, um… fuck, it actually looks pretty good I’d probably take a stab at eating that.

2:00

And the crossdressing begins. Lovey needs Dagwood to get to the orchestra and play the drums, but Dagwood knows he’ll get recognized by Blondie or Dithers or AHB. (He’s not supposed to still be on the boat.) So Lovey opens her closet and hands him a dress.

2:02

Haha, the Dagwood sandwich is actually a plot element. A steward brings it away on a tray down the hall and Blondie sees it, adding to other clues she’s gotten that Dagwood’s on board. There’s a great overly dramatic shot of the sandwich coming into focus as he walks it towards the camera.

2:05

Blondie just barrelled the lens so hard that I felt her looking into my soul.

2:07

This movie continues to be a full on musical. Blondie’s singing the same song from earlier, but without guitar-man there, just on her own sadly. I wonder if this keeps being a thing in later movies or if this is just the one musical Blondie movie.

2:11

Welp, Dagwood’s crying at the emasculation of wearing a dress.

Coooool.

2:13

I like Lovey’s singing. Ruth Terry’s the singer/actor who plays her, looks like she did a lot of movies.

2:15

The quartet had a nice little choreographed routine during this song. I liked it. I like this one you guys! Maybe you should watch it???

Never thought I’d get to that stage with a Blondie movie.

Future Euan Note: I cannot in good conscience recommend the viewing of any Blondie feature film. Statements made within a Blondie watch are subject to fits of madness and delusion.

2:18

Wow um. Blondie said to guitar-man the sentence “Will you do me a favour? Make love to me.”

I mean I talk about how hard they go in these movies with adult relationship drama, but there’s something so direct about “Make love to me.”

2:20

Blondie’s trying to make Dagwood feel bad by making a show of being involved with guitar-man.

Dagwood’s arc better end with becoming a strong independent woman who don’t need no Blondie.

2:25

Man okay but there’s an extended dance sequence and it feels so long and it’s making me want this to be over.

Penny Singleton’s a decent singer but a crap dancer.

Maybe that’s unfair actually. She’s kind of in character and needs to convey intentions and that. Not easy to do when you’re also performing a choreographed dance routine.

I just can’t stand when they play the sound of tap-dancing over an actor who’s clearly not tap dancing.

2:31

Welp. That wasn’t how Dagwood’s arc ended.

2:33

Hehe, they had a satisfying pay-off to earlier gags. First, they had Dagwood run into a steward, the way he does with the posty every movie. Then, just like posty, the steward tried running into Dagwood to get even. But he misses, goes down one of those big ole cartoon ventilation pipes, which leads him to the music hall where he shoots out a grate and penguins across the floor like Dagwood did earlier. Double pay-off.

THEN Dagwood’s being chased by sailors, so he goes down the pipe, penguins as well, as crashes into the steward a second time.

2:41

Recently, for my annual Christmas watch, I watched It’s a Wonderful Life, but for the first time I watched the colourized version. It was really weird seeing this movie I’d watched in black and white on a VHS tape on an old CRT for the first time in full HD on a big TV, and also with the extra dimension that colour lent it.

It’s gonna be some time before we’re gonna be able to do that to any of the Blondie movies, because

A) Nobody’s going to meticulously go frame-by-frame painting in a Blondie movie, and

B) I doubt somebody saved the masters, so these movies probably don’t and won’t exist in HD.

Just gotta wait for upscaling technology to advance real fast, and then for some kind of automated colourization process to get invented. But you know, once those things become possible and accessible, I’ll be on the forefront remastering Blondie.

2:46

And that’s the end of Blondie Goes Latin. An above-average Blondie, and an out-of-the-ordinary one. There were laughs-a-plenty, a crying steam whistle, a creepy-ass haunted doll, Dagwood in Dragwood, and a handful of solid musical numbers.

My Dagwood Sandwich Rating is: a really pleasant sandwich. Like a posh one you’d get at a food court when you’re on vacation. With spices and shit. And you don’t know what the bread is called but it’s not the usual kind of bread you have at home and it’s a bit tough but the sandwich is good. Hell yeah.

[dc-translator]

[ENG TL] 191031 Ray interview

[Dreamcatcher] members,active globally, spill the beans about fashion choice and cosmetics

2019/10/30 CULTURE

Original article:https://ray-web.jp/52989?page=1

Notice: This translation was completed without any form of endorsement from the copyright holder. It may be deleted later.

Dreamcatcher, the 7-member girl group who have been attracting a lot of attention with their Japanese album, 'The Beginning Of The End', as well as their new Korean track, 'Deja Vu'. Though they look cool performing on stage, we get up close and personal with the surprising private life of the girls.♥

What kind of group is Dreamcatcher? Check out the member profiles!

They debuted on January 2017, featuring the "Nightmare" concept. Their charm comes from the use of intense metal sounds, as well as their powerful performances, rare for a Korean girl group♥ They've drawn interest as they were active not only in Japan and Korea, but all over the world, visiting Europe and South America in their world tour!

JIU 'My own clothes are in simple styles♪'

Leader, lead vocal. Born on May 17th 1994. Blood type B. Assigned nightmare is "the dream where you are being chased by someone.''

"Hello! I'm Dreamcatcher's charismatic bunny, leader JIU♥"

Q. What is your unique charm?

That I look pure and sexy at the same time? (Laugh)

Q. What kind of fashion do you like?

I generally go with simple, comfortable styles, like a white T-shirt and denims.

Q. Is there something you focus on when doing makeup yourself?

I care about everything in makeup, but if I had to choose one... lips!

Q. What is your morning and evening skin care routine?

The day before important schedules, I make sure to put a pack on before I sleep.

Sua 'Energy level to Andromeda (Laugh)'

Main dancer, sub vocal. Born on August 10th 1994. Blood type O. Assigned nightmare is "the dream where you can't move your body"

"I'm the dancer and queen, Sua."

Q. What is your unique charm?

Beyond everything else, I'm very upbeat. Andromeda levels of energy! (Laugh) I also like fun things.

Q. What kind of fashion do you like?

I like clothes that feel comfortable when I'm wearing them!

Q. Is there something you focus on when doing makeup yourself?

I focus most on the base makeup! I enjoy matte textures, so I make sure to finish it off properly with powder.

Q. What is your morning and evening skin care routine?

My skin is really sensitive, so I make an effort to make sure that my skin care products are soft on my skin.

Siyeon "I like boyish style fashion!"

Main vocal. Born on October 1st 1995. Blood type A. Assigned nightmare is "the dream where you are trapped in a small place"

"Hello. I'm the wolf of Dreamcatcher! Siyeon."

Q. What is your unique charm?

My wolf-like facial expressions and eyes on stage!

Q. What kind of fashion do you like?

I often wear oversized clothes. I like Jerseys so I have a lot of them in multiple colors. I also like fancy floral patterns♥

Q. Is there something you focus on when doing makeup yourself?

It's my lips. I like the calmer colors, but in summer, I'll use brighter colors as well.

Q. What is your morning and evening skin care routine?

I use two types of toners, and I care a lot about them. One of them helps control the oils in my skin, and the other is for adding moisture!

Handong "I like making my eye bags look shiny ♥

Sub vocal. Born on March 26th 1996. Blood type O. Assigned nightmare is "the dream where you are watched by someone"

"Hello, I'm the kitty, Handong"

Q. What is your unique charm?

How elegant I am♥

Q. What kind of fashion do you like?

I wear a lot of different styles! I like cropped tops

Q. Is there something you focus on when doing makeup yourself?

I really like making my eye bags look shiny!

Q. What is your morning and evening skin care routine?

I make sure to apply essence.

Yoohyeon "I'm doing the '7 skin method' with my twist on it!'

Lead vocal. Born on January 7th 1997. Blood type O. Assigned nightmare is "the dream where you wander around an unfamiliar place"

"I'm the puppy of Dreamcatcher, Yoohyeon. I'm often told that my face and mannerisms resemble a puppy. (laugh)

Q. What is your unique charm?

The stupidly bright expression I make when I laugh!

Q. What kind of fashion do you like?

I like formal styles♥

Q. Is there something you focus on when doing makeup yourself?

My cheeks! My complexion looks better just by applying cheek makeup, so even when I go without makeup otherwise, I make sure to apply cheek makeup.

Q. What is your morning and evening skin care routine?

I apply toner multiple times. It's called the "7 skin method". Applying toner multiple times over is supposed to be good for your skin, and it's been popular among beauty Youtubers. But since I'm lazy, I only do it twice. (laugh)

Dami "I focus more on skin care than on makeup"

Main rapper. Born on March 7th 1997. Blood type A. Assigned Nightmare is "the dream where you get hurt"

"Hello! I'm the rapper, Dami."

Q. What is your unique charm?

That I have good judgement?

Q. What kind of fashion do you like?

I have a lot of tracksuits. Also, I don't deal with the cold very well, so I always try to dry warmly!

Q. Is there something you focus on when doing makeup yourself?

I don't put makeup on very often. Instead, I put a lot of attention in skincare.

Q. What is your morning and evening skin care routine?

At nights, I cleanse and wash my face like anyone else, but for mornings, I wash my face with water only!

Gahyeon "I don't really pay a lot of attention to either fashion or skincare! (laugh)"

Sub vocal. Born on February 3rd 1999. Blood type AB. Assigned nightmare is "the dream where you fall from high places".

"Hello. I'm the lovely maknae Gahyeon!"

Q. What is your unique charm?

Beyond anything else, I'm filled with aegyo♪

Q. What kind of fashion do you like?

I tend to put on whatever's there. (Laugh) I often wear miniskirts and denims.

Q. Is there something you focus on when doing makeup yourself?

Eyelashes! I finish them with about 3 types of mascara, so it takes a good deal of time.

Q. What is your morning and evening skin care routine?

I almost don't do anything...(Laugh) I do apply lotion, though.

Voice 01

What is Dreamcatcher's unique charm?

JIU: "Dreamcatcher" is a name that was chosen to give people listening to our songs the sense that they're "in a good dream". So members were each assigned different nightmare concepts since our debut. That concept is reflected in the story of our music videos and in our album jackets!

Voice 02

Is there a point that you'd like us to pay attention to in "Breaking Out, the lead track of your 1st album, released in September?

Siyeon: The lyrics towards the end of the track goes "Bye bye to the nightmare now". To us, this album is "the beginning of the end". We've promoted under the nightmare concept until now, and this promotion closes that out. So I feel like those lyrics are the focal point of the song.

Voice 03

Was there a story you wanted to share with us about filming the "Breaking Out" MV?

Yoohyeon: There was a scene where Handong and I had to act while gazing at each other. We really struggled to not laugh. (Laugh) Still, we managed to pull it off in the end, so that was a relief.

Sua: I had an individual shoot where I had to be on a flaming swing. I was really surprised when real sparks fell from above. I also had really high heeled shoes on, so I couldn't jump off if something happened. The staff kept saying "don't raise your face" as I filmed the scene.

JIU: A big fly kept bothering me while I was trying to act, which was bothersome... We were filming at a studio deep in the mountains, and there were a ton of bugs.(cry)

Voice 04

The showcase in September was also a big hit. You've already held multiple shows in Japan now. Compared to your first time in Japan, has something changed?

Siyeon: Every time we hold promotions for songs or concerts, the number of InSomnias who come to see us seem to increase. Whenever I notice that, I feel really happy, and feel like I'll be able to work even harder.

Dami: At first, I was really hung up on memorizing Japanese. Now, I'm able to focus more on presenting a perfect performance.

Voice 05

Europe, South America, you're holding shows all over the world. Is there something you found memorable about the cultural differences, or the fans' reactions?

Gahyeon: In Europe and South America, the passion is palpable even before the concert starts. Before concerts, our songs play within the venue. Our fans will sing along to that, or dance to it. Then, when the concert starts, they cheer for us even more energetically. I thought they were incredibly passionate.

Voice 06

Tell us something unexpected about the members, that the fans wouldn't know!

Handong: I shared a hotel room with Yoohyeon during our Japanese schedules once. I looked at her suitcase, and it was almost empty. It seemed like she mistook the length of our stay. She didn't have any clothes to wear, so during our stay in Japan, she was making do with our Live merch T-shirts and things like that. (Laugh)

A great gift from Dreamcatcher♥

Follow the Ray official twitter & Retweet our tweet of this article. From those who do, we’ll randomly choose 7 to receive signed polaroids of the members♥

[Application]

1. Follow the official Ray twitter account (@mag_ray) 2. Retweet the notice for the Dreamcatcher article, and tell us which member you want to receive.

The winners will be contacted by our editorial board via DMs.

Selecting the winners could take up to a week after applications are closed. After the winners are selected, we are going to contact them with TL, so please don’t unfollow us until then.

We’ll wait your applications♪

[Application deadline]

Until November 8th(Fri) 2019 23:59

[Information]

[DREAMCATCHER ‘NIGHTMARES BEFORE CHRISTMAS’2019]

Dec. 21st(Sat) Osaka Cool Japan Park Osaka SS Hall

Part 1 13:00 Open / 13:30 Start   Part 2 17:30 Open / 18:00 Start

Dec. 22nd(Sun) Tokyo Shibuya Hikarie Hikarie Hall B

Part 1 13:00 Open / 13:30 Start   Part 2 17:30 Open / 18:00 Start

[mx-sfthrs]

[06:12] you can’t say you didn’t see this coming. at the beginning of pretty much every spring since you could remember, you got sick. and maybe it was the extra stress you’d been feeling lately or the fact that you had recently visited a daycare with a bunch of little kids with runny noses everywhere but your annual sickness had finally hit and it had hit hard. you had already texted your boss saying that you couldn’t make it in today seeing as you’d been awake for about an hour now nursing a migraine. you finally got the strength to get up and get a glass of water, but as you stumbled to the door you stubbed your toe and sharply inhaled, causing you to have a coughing fit. any attempt to be quiet was quickly forgotten as you struggled to catch your breath, the sudden noise causing your boyfriend minhyuk to wake up.

“babe? are you okay?”

“yeah” cough “i’m” cough “just going” cough “to get” cough “some water” cough

he had already gotten out of bed and walked over to you by the time you managed to get that sentence out. “okay just making sure because you sound pretty bad” he picked you up and started walking back over towards the bed.

“hey! put me down i wanted to get some water!”

he put you down and placed his hands on either side of your head, leaned in close and whispered “then let me get it for you” 

"fine”

he came back with a piece of toast, cold medicine, and a big glass of water. he set the medicine down on the bedside table and handed you the toast and water as he sat down next to you. “here, you can’t take this medicine on an empty stomach”

“thanks, mom”

“you’re welcome, thick-skull McStubborn-Pants”

“hey!” you playfully hit his arm and started to giggle but ended up having another coughing fit. minhyuk gently pat your back until it passed.

“so just so i have it straight, you’re 100% okay?”

you looked up at him through lazy eyelids and a weak, dopey smile. “never better.”

he laughed as he started to pour some of the medicine into a small clear measuring cup. “bottoms up babe”

when you set the cup back down you saw that it was already 07:00. “hey! you should start getting ready, don’t you have to leave for work in like 30 minutes?”

“maybe. or maybe i called in sick so i could stay home with you. the details are fuzzy, really.”

“lee minhyuk! i am an adult i can care for myself thank you very much!”

“alright whatever you say” he laid you both down and pulled you into his chest. he started to slowly rub your back as the medicine had already begun to make you drowsy. you woke up again around noon feeling a little better, still in minhyuk’s arms. you looked up and smiled at him. “lunch?”

he made you both some soup for lunch and spent the rest of the day inside with you watching movies, playing games, and cuddling. maybe taking a sick day wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

[aj-the-psycho]

The Hour: A Sanders Sides Story - Chapter 15

FROM FLORIDA TO SAINT PETERSBURG

TW: None

Summary:  Patton dragged Damien to the park; Damien is missing someone.

Note: So, I headcannoned that Deceit would make a real great lawyer, and I was right (Selfishness vs. Selflessness episode). I didn’t steal the idea, I swear and this chapter has been up on AO3 for almost seven to eight months, so yeah. Just saying. Enjoy!

AO3 Link

It’s weekend again. That means no classes and he would be free of stress. Not that he ever gets too stressed. That day, his body decided that waking up in an unusually early hour is a good idea. He tried to put himself back to sleep, but he couldn’t seem to fall into slumber once again. He chose to get up instead. He went out of his room and opened the door next to his room. His brother was still asleep, which was a normal thing since it was only 06:30.

Patton didn’t actually know what he wanted to do. He could maybe try to cook, but that was usually Damien’s thing and he wasn’t in the mood either. He went to the kitchen and had a glass of water. Retreating back to his room, his mind drifted to random things. ‘What would happen in the future? Will Damien and I still stay together and share everything like we are right now? Will he be a successful lawyer like he wants to be? How about Logan?’ His mind halted at the thought.

Logan. The stiff, somewhat robotic soulmate of his. He remembered how he had offered reassurance that time in the coffee shop a few days ago. Having Logan there to just hold his hand made a big difference. It was as if his presence and their little contact drowned out all the tension that was hovering above them. His mind started to wander again, thinking of what life would bring him in the future. Once again, his thought drifted to those icy blue eyes, cool and mysterious.

Patton hadn’t actually known Logan for long. Only a month and a few weeks. There’s still a lot they don’t know about each other. And Patton was eager to find out more about his soulmate.

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“Hey, Dee,” Patton broke the comforting silence that settled in the kitchen. Breakfast that morning was simple, but good. Two waffles for each of them—with strawberries—and bacon. The twins didn’t have any plans for the day, so they were going to stay in.

“Ya?”

“Why did you want to be a lawyer?”

“Well… ‘cause I’m a good liar, good at bullshitting,” Damien said, then he added, “and I sound convincing, so yeah.”

Patton only nodded in response. Damien had always have a habit of lying, especially in high-stress situations. Sometimes, it wasn’t even lies. Instead, he would just speak in reverse. Though, Patton got used to it. His brother was bullied for his odd speech when they were younger, but now Damien have learned to control it better. Patton had been furious the first time someone called his brother a ‘slimy snake,’ but Damien just went with it. He just started hissing at people when they called him snake. ‘Living up to my name to the fullest, I guess,’ Damien had thought. Now, he doesn’t do that anymore, but he still feel the urge to hiss at people he doesn’t like.

After breakfast, Damien was about to turn the TV on. He wasn’t in the mood for too much social interaction. Everyone knew that Damien wasn’t a people person, but he wasn’t all that bad with people. Some people find his cool demeanor charming and mysterious. Damien himself didn’t understand how or why people find him charming or even remotely attractive and he didn’t how to react to that information. He once thought that maybe people see him that way, because he’s basically an identical copy of his brother, who most people find cute. Well, almost identical, anyway. When you’ve seen your face and your twin’s face side-by-side for who knows how many times, it’s going to start looking very different.

Patton, though, had other ideas. He really wanted to do something today. He wanted to go out and just enjoy the warmth of the still-rising sun or the still-cool, fresh breeze of the morning. His thoughts of soulmates from that morning came back to him. Remy and Damien had gone on a date—was it a date?—when they were in the coffee shop a few days ago. He doesn’t know a lot about Remy yet, but his brother seemed to like that boy. And Patton knew that Damien didn’t usually like people all that much. So, that must have said something about Remy—right?

“Dee, let’s go out. To the park! So we can see the little doggies!” Patton said with excitement, already pulling his brother out of the living room. “I swear, it’ll be fun!”

Damien didn’t like that. Not one bit. He really didn’t want to go out. However, he didn’t really have an excuse not to go either, so he obliged. “Kay, kay, yeah. Whatever, Pat.”

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The coffee was getting cold. He had bought the coffee at the stall near the entrance of the park earlier. Patton was playing with the little dogs that were running around the park and Damien was left to sit alone on the bench, sipping his coffee. Honestly, Damien didn’t really mind to be left alone in the park, as long as he can see his brother in his field of vision. However, alone also meant that he was left with his thoughts.

His mind would drift to random topics. ‘Do tiger cubs meow? What would happen to my brain if I isolate myself? It’s weird that we cook bacon and we bake cookies… What’s in the fridge in the apartment right now? How do I not know that? I literally cooked this morning.’  After a while, his mind started to run through his memories. One by one, moment through moment. Then, he stumbled on the memory of his hour.

‘Oh yeah… that was wild.’

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Damien was out alone again. It’s the middle of summer and he had too much free time in his hands. So, he chose to spend his time in his favorite coffee shop, Jacked Up Coffee. The atmosphere there was always so relaxing to him. The smell of coffee, the reddish hue of the sunset sweeping across the interior of the cafe and the sound of smooth jazz in the background.

While waiting for his order to come, he took out his phone and browsed through it. His social life wasn’t the most exciting thing on the planet, so his social media feeds weren’t that interesting either. It’s mostly just memes. Bad ones. A few boring minutes later, he put his phone down on the table—oh and look, the coffee is here. Finally!

All of a sudden, he felt a throbbing pain at the back of his head. It wasn’t intense, but it wasn’t a welcomed sensation either. He held his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the table for support. When the pain went away, he looked up again. And then the pain was back. ‘Am I getting sick or something? It’s annoying.’ He closed his eyes, hoping the pesky headache would go away soon.

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted with darkness. Literally, darkness. He was sitting in a dark room with the lower half of his body covered with thick fabric. ‘Blanket,’ He vaguely noted. He quickly realized he was sitting on a bed in a darkened bedroom. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see the outline of the room properly. He went to turn the lights on.

The bed he was sitting on wasn’t that small. It could fit two people, though it would be a tight fit. It was covered in soft, black and brown sheets with white accents. To the left of the bed was a small desk with minimal decoration. Next to the desk, tucked in the corner against the wall was a stack of canvases. The smallest one was visible. It was a painting of a small bird. On the other side of the bed was a wooden bedside table with an alarm clock on it and a lamp. Next to the bedside table was the door, next to which he was standing. There were posters on the wall and two of those were of a band he didn’t recognize. ‘Leningrad?’

Damien was wondering how he got there. Was he dreaming? ‘I thought I was in the coffee shop a second ago?’ When he drew the blinds open, it was dark outside. ‘The fuck…’ What is happening?

He looked around the room to see if something else was wrong. His eyes found the alarm clock. 00:00. ‘How is it midnight?  I thought it was five p.m.! Where the hell am I? What is happening?’ Then, he noticed a phone on the desk, still charging. He unlocked the phone using fingerprint—and he vaguely realized that it wasn’t his phone, even though he could unlock it with his fingerprint, but he was too confused and slightly panicked to care—and checked the date and location.

“Okay, okay,” Damien thought out loud to help himself think. “So, I’m in Russia. In motherfucking Russia! And it’s seven hours ahead of Florida here.” He walked in circles in the room, trying to make sense of what is happening. “Alright, Dee, you got this! How did you end up here?”

His eyes darted around the room again. Then, he saw it. It was a small card with words written on it.

С днем рождения!

What is that? What does that mean? He unlocked the phone again and typed in the phrase on the browser to find what the phrase said. He had to draw out the characters one by one, which read ‘S dnem rozhdeniya!’ Then he typed that out for a translation. ‘Happy birthday!’  was the translation result. Birthday? Who’s birthday? Oh… Oh…

“I’m in the fuckin’ hour! Holy shit, my soulmate is Russian?!” He was starting to freak out again. What was he supposed to do? One minute he was in Florida, enjoying a nice evening alone and then a second later he was in a dark bedroom in Saint Petersburg. Who wouldn’t freak out? He was literally in a different continent!

Alright, so, note first! He walked to the desk, hoping to find something that he could use to write. He found a bundle of post-it notes and a pen. He needed to sort his head out first. What to write first and all that. He can freak out—and maybe rant on the note—later.

Damien Harvey (21)

Florida, United States

Sanders University - economics and pol. Science

(I want to be a lawyer)

I have a twin brother (I’m older)

Well, I’m sorry if you don’t speak English,

but it’s the only language I speak.

It was annoying that each post-it only fit eight broken lines. He added the last two lines, because… well, he didn’t know why. If his soulmate did speak English, those two lines would be redundant. If they don’t speak English, those two lines would mean nothing to his soulmate. However, he continued his rant anyway. He added another post-it note and wrote again.

I was planning to write a small little thing,

but it looks like I’m not doing that right now.

So, I’m in Russia. It’s insane.

What if someone came in and decided to

talk to me? How am I gonna answer?

I don’t know why I’m ranting here, you might

not even understand what I’m talking about.

Feeling like he’d had enough with the note, he checked the time again. He still had forty minutes. Which was a lot of time to do nothing else. So, he decided to go outside. The house wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t small either. The living room was big, with an equally gigantic fireplace on the opposite wall of the entrance. He kept walking through the house. When he reached the kitchen, he was quite amazed. It was big with marble counter tops and a big kitchen island in the middle. Upon closer look, on the side of the island was two small fridges built into the structure.‘That’s pretty hecking cool.’

Suddenly, there was a voice behind him. “Remus, pochemú ty ne spish'?”

Damien whipped his head back, finding a middle aged man looking at him with sleepy eyes. ‘Oh fuck, what do I do?’ He tried to find his words, to say something, but his mind advised him to stay silent. ‘It’s not like I know any Russian…’   He remembered writing a possible scenario of someone finding him while he was having his hour on the note. Well, his fear came true. At the end, he just nodded nervously and head back to the room in a rush. He could feel the man stare at his back, but he didn’t dare look back again.

Once he got the door closed, he leaned against it and sagged in relief. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted another door opposite the window. Next to the door was a light switch, indicating that it was a bathroom. Damien decided to go into the bathroom to see his soulmate for the first time. It’s not like he cared if his soulmate was actually good looking or not, he was just curious.

The mirror in the bathroom wasn’t too big, but it was big enough for him to be able to see half of his body. When he saw the reflection in the mirror, his mind went blank. ‘Geez, what is it with Russia and gorgeous people?’

The first thing he noticed from his soulmate was those eyes. It was such a weird color. The green color of the eyes is so pale, but it was definitely green. Like a pair of beautiful jade beads. The deep auburn hair complimented the color of those pale eyes so well, it made the subtle color pop. The jawlines were so ungodly defined, Damien had to trail his finger over it. Pink lips adorned the face, which curl into a sweet smile. Looking down, he could see the white shirt he was wearing fit very well, though a bit loose at the waist. He dared to put one hand under the shirt, feeling bumps of muscle. He felt one strong, straight line down the middle of the abs. Going a little bit up, he could feel his chest, flat and a little hard.

He was getting more curious, so he lifted his shirt up to see underneath. ‘Oh man…’ Damien couldn’t help himself but trace over the subtle lines of muscle on the waist. The forearms also had visible cuts, though not extreme. ‘This guys is probably the hottest person I’ve ever seen...’

Going back into the bedroom, he sat on the bed. He didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. He still had twenty five minutes to kill. So, he turned the lights back off and wrapped himself in the soft, thick blanket. He supposed it made sense to have thick blankets here, since Russia gets really cold in winters.

Damien never thought he would ever have a soulmate. Having a soulmate was always a weird thought to him. He thought, he didn’t have a soulmate and for a while he was fine with that. Now, though, he was having his hour and he had been stuck in his soulmate’s body for about forty to forty five minutes. Thinking about the idea of him living his life alone was getting a little sad and depressing.

Damien had never liked being alone. He wanted to have many friends, but he knew it wasn’t his scene. He was always awkward and he constantly lie when he’s in a bad mood or in a high-stress situation. Sitting on that bed, Damien was starting to think that maybe a life alone would not be very interesting. Maybe, it wasn’t so bad to have a person in your life that you could depend on and you could… love.

He kept thinking about soulmates and his life in the future. He was getting deeper into his mind, so he wasn’t aware that his times was almost up. When he felt a headache coming, he thought nothing of it. Then, he remembered that the headache meant he had to go back. It was time. As another wave of headache came, he thought, ‘There’s so much distance between us, when will we ever meet each other?’

A minute later, he was back at Jacked Up Coffee. Nothing seemed to change and no one around him seemed to even notice what just happened. The girl a few tables away was still reading her book and that guy sitting across the room was still on his phone. When he looked down, he saw that his coffee was already halfway done and he could taste the slightly bitter taste of coffee in his mouth. ‘That’s interesting.’ Another thing that he found on the table was a small note.

Remus Galanicheff (19)

Yes I’m Russian. And yes, I speak English.

See you whenever I’ll see you.

The note was short, but it stirred something inside Damien. He folded the note carefully and put it in his pocket.

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Damien was pulled out of his memory when a small dog approached him, butting its head softly on his leg. He put his now-cold half-cup of coffee on the bench and reached down to pet the dog. Patton came running and flopped himself next to his brother on the bench.

“Oh my goodness, it’s so cute!” Patton reached his hand down to pet the dog.

“Skittles! Skittles, don’t annoy people. I told you to stay with me.” A young boy came and squatted next to the dog. Then, the boy looked up at Damien and said, “Sorry, mister. Skittles was having too much fun, I thought I lost him again.”

“That’s alright kid. Your dog’s pretty cute.” The boy only nodded in reply and smiled. The boy looked to Damien’s side—at Patton—and back at Damien again.

“Are you guys twins?” The boy asked timidly.

“Yep!” Patton answered enthusiastically. He always liked it when people asked about their twin-ship—Patton wasn’t sure if that’s a word, but that’s what he call his relationship with his brother. “He’s eight minutes older,” Patton said, pointing at Damien with his thumb.

The boy nodded again. “That’s cool. I’ve never seen adult twins before. All the pair of twins I know are my age.” The boy said with a hint of fascination. “Alright, I have to go now. Bye.” Without waiting for a reply, the kid ran off with his dog.

Once the boy was out of sight, Damien spoke up. “It’s weird that people still ask if we’re twins. You think being asked that question for twenty one years would make you get used to it.”

“Well, I’m fine with it.” After that, it was silence. The good kind of silence. The one that you enjoy, where you just absorb your surroundings. The birds singing in the trees, the warm sun hitting their skin and the sound of children playing in the park.

“Hey Pat, what did it feel like the first time you met Logan?” Damien asked after a long moment of silence.

Patton still remembered that morning in the coffee shop when he met Logan for the first time. It felt so long ago when it was only been about a month and two or three weeks. The first time he recognized Logan it felt relieving. There was no other way to describe it. It felt like he had just found something he thought he lost. Like that satisfying feel when you finish a herculean task.

“Well, I…” Patton tried to piece his thoughts together. “At first it was weird. Like, ‘oh wait, I know you even though I’ve never met you.’ It just felt…right?  As if there was some kind of magic.”

“Yeah, magic kinda makes sense Pat. I mean, no one on Earth has ever explained this phenomenon of people having their souls transferred into their soulmate’s body for an hour and all that. It’s literally magic.”

“I guess so… Why’d ya ask?”

“Oh, nothing. Just curious.”

Patton looked unconvinced by Damien’s answer, but he nodded anyway. He still, however, threw his brother a skeptical look. Little did he know, Damien was thinking about his soulmate again. What is he doing right now? Is he alright after that whole fighting thing a few days ago? Damien didn’t realize this at that moment, but he was actually missing his soulmate. It was a very peculiar thought, given that they’ve only known each other for a week. But, Damien missed Remy. He just didn’t realize that.

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And once again, you've reached the end of the chapter. As I said earlier, the next chapter would—hopefully—be more exciting. Thank you so much for reading!! Please leave some feedback in the comment section, let me know what I should add or take out. --- Russian stuff (tell me of an mistakes!):

С днем рождения S dnem rozhdeniya [Happy birthday]

почему ты не спишь? pochemú ty ne spish'? [why aren't you sleeping?]

[kanasmusings]

[Translation] StarMyu Season 2 Vol. 4 Special Drama Track 2 - “Hachiya Sou”

Oh~ I forgot I had this lying around and I said I’d be posting it so, here it is finally~! I love this boy so much and I hope to see more of him in season 3 of the anime XD

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Act 02: [蜂矢 聰] “Hachiya So”

[0:00]

  HACHIYA: My first meeting with Ageha was so vivid.

HACHIYA: After I got accepted to the specialized Vocal Course, I got to see a lot of wonderful people like Tatsumi-kun, Sawatari-kun, and Tsukigami-kun but, being able to do the same steps as them, sing the same melodies they do made me feel very special for the first time in my life!

HACHIYA: If I’m with him, I know I can go anywhere. I felt my heart become one with my teammates’ hearts.

HACHIYA: That’s what we all thought. We would treasure and protect our Ageha.

HACHIYA: That we’ll support him so that he could always be his best.

HACHIYA: But, how would we be able to do that…

HACHIYA: Back then, I wouldn’t have known the answer.

HACHIYA: This is a story from before we were second years in Ayanagi Academy. A story from the previous spring from before Ageha and I became friends.

  HACHIYA: Volume 4 Special Drama CD: Hachiya Sou.

[01:31]

  (door opens)

HACHIYA: I’m back.

HACHIYA: Ageha, do you want something to drink?

AGEHA: Don’t need any.

HACHIYA: Ah… U-um… I-it’s such a coincidence that we’re sharing the same room and are on the same team…

HACHIYA: I’m happy that we both got into a Star Team, too!

(Ageha ignores Hachiya and continues reading)

HACHIYA: Ah… U-um… You’re always reading that pamphlet, huh?

HACHIYA: Is it something important?

HACHIYA: That’s the pamphlet for the graduation performance, isn’t it?

HACHIYA: “Shadow & Lights” I remember you mentioning going to its performance this year.

HACHIYA: I hear that you’re planning to audition for Alexis’s Shadow in next year’s “Shadow & Lights”, too!

HACHIYA: It’s so amazing that you already have a dream you’re aiming for! I’m sure you can do it! You definitely wi—

AGEHA: So noisy. Don’t bother me.

HACHIYA: I’m so sorry…

(Ageha continues to read)

 [02:33]

HACHIYA: But, um… Aren’t we teammates?

HACHIYA: Aren’t we both aiming to be in the Musical Department? Shouldn’t we build a friendship for that? We’ve already decided that we’ll follow you.

HACHIYA: That’s why… I want to know what you like… Like, your favourite things or…

HACHIYA: What kind of musical actor you want to become, anything. I’m sure everyone else also wants to—

(Ageha puts the pamphlet down)

HACHIYA: …!

AGEHA: Don’t need. I’m not interested in any of you.

HACHIYA: Eh…?

AGEHA: I don’t need things like teammates and friends.

AGEHA: They’re just a bother.

HACHIYA: E-eh, but… It would be bad if you were alone.

AGEHA: That’s why, I’ll bear with it. I have no choice anyway.

HACHIYA: That’s not good… If you say that, your teammates won’t follow you…

AGEHA: I don’t need them anyway.

HACHIYA: Eh?

AGEHA: You don’t have to follow me either.

AGEHA: Even if everyone hates me, I’m not really interested.

HACHIYA: A-Ageha…?

AGEHA: I just have to be brilliant. Even if I’m alone.

AGEHA: Right?

(Ageha leaves and closes the door)

HACHIYA: N-no way…

 [04:04]

  (Hachiya pouring some water)

HACHIYA: (takes a sip) (sighs) It’s already this late… I already finished eating but… Ageha’s in the room and it’s kind of difficult to go back…

HACHIYA: I guess I’m left with no choice but to wait here until Ageha goes to sleep…

(Hachiya trips and spills the water)

HACHIYA: Ah… ow, ow… I did it again… I’m drenched in water…

EIGO: Excuse me! I heard a loud sound. Are you okay?

HACHIYA: A-ah, yes I’m okay! Oh?

EIGO: Oh my, Hachiya-kun!

HACHIYA: Sawatari-kun!

[05:03]

  (Eigo uses a hair dryer on Hachiya)

EIGO: There, it seems like your hair and clothes are dry now.

HACHIYA: I’m so sorry. Ah, I’ll return the hair dryer for you.

EIGO: Yes, please.

HACHIYA: Um, what are you doing in the 2nd Dorm, Sawatari-kun? Weren’t you in the 1st Dorm?

EIGO: One of my classmates in Class C is in this dorm. We were just discussing a bit on tomorrow’s agenda for homeroom.

HACHIYA: Are you the class representative this year, too?

EIGO: I was simply nominated by most of my classmates since we were in middle school together. I accepted because of the way things were going.

HACHIYA:  You’re very qualified! Sawatari-kun’s a very reliable person!

EIGO: Thank you very much.

HACHIYA: Ah, how is Tatsumi-kun doing? I haven’t seen him since he helped me fix my number during the newcomer’s auditions.

HACHIYA:  It’s amazing that both of you are Star of Stars! As I expected.

HACHIYA:  Though, Tsukigami-kun’s was a bit… unexpected.

EIGO: (smiles) Aren’t you in a Star Team, too, Hachiya-kun? I’m very happy for you as your former classmate.

HACHIYA:  Ah, th-that’s… (chuckles nervously) There’s still so much that I have to work on.

EIGO: Hm? Is there something that’s troubling you?

HACHIYA:  Um… You’re always together with Tatsumi-kun, aren’t you?

HACHIYA:  You’re his knight who’s always ready to support and protect him, right?

EIGO: Eh? Ah, no—That’s only what people call me—

HACHIYA:  Please tell me how you managed to do that!

EIGO: Ah… Pardon…?

[06:57]

  EIGO: I see… It’s about Ageha Riku-kun, huh?

EIGO: If I remember correctly, he was the one who was transferred from a regular class to a music class in middle school, wasn’t he?

EIGO: I do remember feeling a lot of enthusiasm from him but… He seems like quite the difficult person, huh?

HACHIYA:  Ageha is a very talented and wonderful person but… He’s a little… rather, quite the strange person.

HACHIYA:  Ageha is Team Yuzuriha’s top star! It won’t do if I can’t be able to support him.

HACHIYA:  But… I feel like he doesn’t even want to look in my direction… It’s a little bit sad…

EIGO: Hm…

NANJO: I think that it’s impossible to actually understand that guy~

EIGO/HACHIYA: ?!

NANJO: Sorry for eavesdropping. I was on the way back to my room but I heard an interesting conversation.

EIGO/HACHIYA: Nanjo-kun?!

NANJO: Hello, Princess Tatsumi’s Knight~ Is this the first time we’ve talked properly?

EIGO: Indeed it is. Of course, I know you by face.

NANJO: Me, too. You were famous back in middle school after all.

NANJO: Um, you are…?

HACHIYA: Ah, I’m Hachiya Sou. I’ve always admired your work when you were the student council vice-president!

EIGO: Hachiya-kun is in the same special music course like I am.

NANJO: Oh~ So he’s amazing? Does that mean you’re in a Star Team, too?

HACHIYA: Yes, I’m in Team Yuzuriha.

NANJO: Ah, I see now~ That’s why you were talking about Ageha, weren’t you?

EIGO: Nanjo-kun, do you know Ageha?

NANJO: I was in the same class as him before. From first year maybe?

NANJO: I haven’t seen him since he got transferred to the music course though. Is he doing well?

HACHIYA: I-I wonder… I can’t really tell…

NANJO: Oh, you can’t? Well, he doesn’t show much expression anyway~

NANJO: By the way, for me personally, being in the same team as that guy would be a disaster to my mentality.

HACHIYA: E-eh…?

EIGO: That’s exactly what we’re troubled about right now.

NANJO: No need to be troubled about it. Just give up.

NANJO: That guy’s out of this world, you know? There’s no way he can communicate with other people.

NANJO: He hated me a lot during middle school, too.

HACHIYA: Eh?

EIGO: Is that so?

NANJO: To me, it’s sort of a thrill but I don’t really care about him. Can’t say for sure about Ageha sharing the same dorm as me though. Well, I guess he can just ignore me or something~

EIGO: You’re pretty savage, aren’t you…?

HACHIYA: He hates you…? Even so…

AGEHA: (from Hachiya’s memory) I’m not interested in any of you.

HACHIYA: (sighs) And here I thought you would be more respected…

  NANJO: Hmm… Want to do a simulation?

EIGO/HACHIYA: Eh…?

HACHIYA: What kind of simulation?

NANJO: Something like this…

[10:08]

  (they begin to imagine a situation)

REN: Hey Ageha, you bastard. You just bumped into me, didn’t you?! Guilty!

NANJO: Oh~ You got caught by someone troublesome, Ageha~

NANJO: Ren has gotten into an agency, you know? If there’s a single scratch on him, you’d have to answer to the scary people at the top~

NANJO: By the way, I think it’d be wise to go pay for his doctor right now.

AGEHA: (shrieks in such a forced way)

HACHIYA: Please stop!

NANJO/REN: Hachiya!?

HACHIYA: You’ve got some guts picking on my important friend! Take this!

(Hachiya punches Ren)

NANJO: (with a bored tone and fake concern) Ren!

REN: Tch…! That bastard Hachiya… So he was hiding his real strength all this time?!

NANJO: You can’t win against this, Ren. Just apologize to Hachiya and let it slide.

REN: Y-yes!!

HACHIYA: Please raise your head. I’ll forgive you today. But, I won’t forgive you if you bully Ageha again!

REN: This guy…! What a huge heart he has!

NANJO: Ageha, there’s no other teammate who’s this kind, you know? Trust in him and get along, okay~?

AGEHA: Yeah.

AGEHA: (to Hachiya) Thank you, my friend!

HACHIYA: Ageha!

(simulation ends)

[11:22]

  NANJO: Or something like that~

HACHIYA: There’s no way it’ll go that smoothly!

EIGO: And I doubt that Kitahara-kun will play along without any complaints…

EIGO: Will that plan really be okay?

NANJO: That guy’s quite an actor, you know?

HACHIYA: Wait, the difficulty’s too high! Do you have any other ideas?

NANJO: Hm… No good, huh? How about this?

  (they imagine another situation again)

HACHIYA: (with a smooth tone, like he’s hitting on someone) Ageha.

AGEHA: Ah…

HACHIYA: We need you. Without you, we won’t be able to enter the Musical Department.

AGEHA: …! Kabe-don…?

HACHIYA: Ageha… Please let me be of service.

AGEHA: Yes, please do.

(simulation ends)

  HACHIYA: I don’t understand what’s going on!

EIGO: I also feel like it’s out of character for Hachiya-kun.

NANJO: No good? Hmm, then…

HACHIYA: Nanjo-kun, are you perhaps enjoying playing with my troubles?

NANJO: (laughs) Was it obvious?

HACHIYA: You really were?!

HACHIYA: (sighs) Is it really impossible?

HACHIYA: Can I really do well as Ageha’s teammate and roommate…?

HACHIYA: I’m losing confidence now…

EIGO: Hachiya-kun…

NANJO: Like I said, better give it up. He’s always been like that anyway.

NANJO: I’ve always thought that he was the type to do what he could on his own without relying on someone else.

HACHIYA: That… That may be so but… I’m Ageha’s ally.

EIGO/NANJO: Hm?

HACHIYA: No matter what Ageha thinks, my other teammates and I feel that way.

HACHIYA: We don’t just rely on him to get into the Musical Department, we really respect Ageha!

HACHIYA: I love Ageha that’s why… even though he says he hates us or that he’s not interested, we… We’ll support our top star and protect him.

HACHIYA: I mean… Ageha’s really amazing. He has his own goals and dreams and he’s doing his best to make them happen.

HACHIYA: I want to make it happen… If we could be of use to him, I’d like to make it happen.

HACHIYA: A-ah… I’m so sorry for raising my voice. (chuckles nervously)

NANJO: (chuckles) You’re kinda a strange guy, too, aren’t you?

HACHIYA: Eh?

NANJO: You say that you have no confidence and stuff. Even though we’re telling you to give it up, you’re still desperately trying.

NANJO: You’re kinda stubborn, huh?

HACHIYA: …

EIGO: (smiles) Indeed. It’s as Nanjo-kun says.

EIGO: “You don’t know unless you’ll try.” Aren’t those strong feelings for Ageha-kun enough answer for your worries?

HACHIYA: Sawatari-kun…

EIGO: Your life as teammates and roommates has only started. You have a lot of time.

EIGO: The more time you spend, the more it will grow stronger. I’m sure that your genuine feelings will reach him.

EIGO: The moment that he realizes your kindness might make your current situation a lot different.

HACHIYA: It’s only just begun… There’s still… I see!

HACHIYA: I have a lot of time, don’t I? It’s okay if I don’t give up, isn’t it?

  HACHIYA: That was a story from the spring when Team Yuzuriha only started.

HACHIYA: And now, Ageha and I are second years!

[15:30]

  HACHIYA: I’m so sorry for the intrusion.

TENGENJI: Hachiya?

EIGO: Oh my, good morning.

HACHIYA: Good morning, Sawatari-kun and Tengenji-kun. Are you having breakfast together?

TENGENJI: What’s up? Did you have something to do in this dorm?

HACHIYA: Ah, yes. Yesterday, Hoshitani-kun and Nayuki-kun let Ageha stay with them.

HACHIYA: They got the futon from our room so I thought I should help with bringing it back. I’m here to pick him up.

TENGENJI: Heh… He’s using you a lot, huh?

HACHIYA: I’m indebted to Hoshitani-kun for what he did during training camp and I think that Hoshitani-kun’s feelings managed to reach Ageha.

HACHIYA: Ageha’s really likable, I think.

TENGENJI: Likable? Him?!

EIGO: (chuckles) I think it’ll take a while before they arrive. Do you want to drink some tea while waiting?

HACHIYA: Yes, please. I’ll take you up on yo— (Hachiya hits the table)

EIGO: Are you okay?!

TENGENJI: Ah, geez…

HACHIYA: Ow…

AGEHA: What are you doing, Sou?

HACHIYA: Ageha! I came here to pick you up and just hit the table when Sawatari-kun I was about to sit down.

AGEHA: Klutz.

EIGO: Ageha-kun, is Hoshitani-kun and Nayuki-kun not with you?

AGEHA: They went to get breakfast. They said they’ll bring some snacks, too.

AGEHA: They said they saw some in the refrigerator?

TENGENJI: Snacks in the fridge?

AGEHA: Yeah. Sou, we’ll be eating over there for a while so please, go get my futon.

HACHIYA: Ah, yes.

  TENGENJI: Just because he gets along with Hoshitani now doesn’t give him the right to be that impudent.

TENGENJI: You say something to him, too.

HACHIYA: Eh?

EIGO: (chuckles) Compared to when we were first years, you’ve really gotten along quite well.

EIGO: Though, there are quite a small amount of things that I dislike seeing.

TENGENJI: True.

HACHIYA: (chuckles) It’s alright. It’s just how our relationship is after my feelings have reached him.

TENGENJI: Huh?!

EIGO: (chuckles)

  AGEHA: Yuta! Is that the snack?

TENGENJI: AH! It’s really…!

EIGO/HACHIYA: Hm?

TENGENJI: Hey, Hoshitani! That’s the one I received yesterday!

TENGENJI: You boor! Don’t think that this is something— (his voice fades into the background)

EIGO/HACHIYA: (chuckles)

HACHIYA: But sometimes, I admire those kinds of brazen people, too.

EIGO: That’s… Giving up on doing that is the correct choice, I think…

  ==END==

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