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𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙰 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈… 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙽!

your face does the thinking --------- two to the skull, yet one gets up. odds are against you, but they're just numbers after the two-to-one. 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝, but you don't let it rest, you shuffle and stack, and a gamble... a gamble that may pay off? but how? forecast: rapidly changing conditions.

18+. natasha estera kisková, an independent courier six of bethesda's fallout: new vegas. written by tyler. established march 2024.

[not-xpr-art]

Len and Tommy's life told through nine photos ~

A fanart based on the Inside no 9 episode 'Bernie Clifton's Dressing Room' because I loved it so much!

(09/2024)

See below for close ups and unnecessarily detailed explanations of each individual artwork lol

First wanna say that I spent wayy too long on these (like 25+ hours), especially trying to make them look like actual old photos lol... also trying to get their likeness right for the various ages was really bloody hard lol, but hopefully each photo has the essence of each character even if it might not look 100% right pfft...

Second thing is that the dates & locations are very much my own subjective thoughts on their life and not particularly rooted in the canon of the show lol

Also I did go really heavy with the colour symbolism lol...

Ravenhill School, 1965.

The year they met, both are around the age of 10 (give or take). Len is 3 from the left in the top row, Tommy 2 in from the left on the bottom row (also I tried to include references to the other 2 League Of Gentlemen guys... Though I think the only vaguely recognisable one is Jeremy pfft)

Also shout out to @lapis-lazuliie for the idea that they met at school!

(side note, this is the least detailed of all the paintings not just because I was too lazy to render all those children's faces pfft but ALSO because of the significance of them being less recognisable or prominent in each other's lives in this point...)

I was planning on making another childhood/early teen photo but couldn't really think of any good subject matter that could also fit thematically with the episode (also the fact both are coming from poor families who would have had limited access to cameras in this era means we can just pretend that there are just no photos that really exist of them at these ages pfft...)

Photo booth in Leeds, 1974.

Both in their late teens, they'd (well, mainly Tommy) gone to a photo booth in Leeds with the intention of getting some professional looking photos only for Len to immediately make Tommy laugh once they got in there lol

The middle photo is covered in lines as Tommy had planned on throwing it away, only to find he couldn't bring himself to do it in the end... Is it platonic? Romantic? Both? Who knows, you decide lol! I mainly wanted it to be a candid moment between two people that love each other lol

(final one is them play fighting because that's kinda just what 19 year olds are like pfft... also I think photo booths technically gave you 4 photos? so let's pretend there was another photo that they did throw away for whatever reason lol...)

Rehearsals, 1979.

Deep in the midst of practising their routine for some of their first performances!

I'll admit this photo was mainly me wanting to include something more episode specific lol and also to get in some much needed heavy handed symbolism (the crease in the photo separating them, the bottle in front of Len's face, etc)

Polaroids taken at Tommy's flat, 1985.

In-between shows the two often spent a lot of time at Tommy's place (featuring that god awful sofa the previous home owner had left). I did originally plan to have them in the sofa shot together, but was finding it hard to figure out who would have been taking that kind of photo so figured it made more sense to make it shots they took of each other.

Also marks the beginnings of Tommy's weariness (& Len's over drinking...)

Outside the Glasgow Pavilion, 1988.

The morning of that fateful performance...

Ok not much else I wanna say about this other than the reference I used for the pose had Reece sorta awkwardly clasping his hands in front of him which I really liked but unfortunately in my art it just looked like he was trying to cover his crotch so I had to change it pfft...

Tommy standing at Len's grave, 2024.

The sixth anniversary of Len's death, and the sixth time Tommy has travelled across from France to lay flowers at his grave. Photo taken by Leanne from the inside of a taxi (I'd like to have had more references to her in these photos but was unsure of dates/ages where it would have fitted...)

She couldn't get her phone to not focus on the raindrops on the window as she tried to take a picture of Tommy at her father's grave but then realised that she actually liked the pathetic fallacy and had it made into a print anyway lol (look I'll be the first to admit that this is the least 'realistic' in terms of a photo that people would take, but I couldn't resist the symbolism of it lol...)

There were a lot more ideas for photos I wanted to do but for obvious reasons had to keep it to just 9 lol

Also will be posting these on my ao3 with snippets of stories to go with each photo so keep an eye out for when I share that link!

[reversecreek]

hi it’s me... clicks across the linoleum of the dash wearing high heels w a spray tan like i’m a member of jersey shore suddenly..... best summary of willa is that she got moira rose as her #1 chara on a What Character Are You Most Like personality test out of thousands of options.... says so much. u can find her pinterest here n her playlist here 😋 like this or hmu fr plots!!

* ashley moore, cis female + she/her  | you know willa deneurve, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, most of her life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to watch me by the pom poms like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole sticking gold stars over old polaroids until you can barely see faces, dressing as marie antoinette at your high school prom & delivering fake laughter to a bratz doll you’re pretending is a talkshow host thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is august 1st, so they’re a leo, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

willa ws born to honestly like….. the perfect family not to honk my own tit bt……………. they were jst rly quite wholesome. her mum celeste was this larger than life person who could never b contained by the four walls of any room she was in. she hd the presence of a gold glitter chess piece on an otherwise mundane wooden board. her dad marlon used to always joke that he had absolutely NO idea how he landed her bc he was just this like. rly average guy by all accounts n purposes….. blended into the sea in high skl……. had a few close friends but was never rly Notable or made a proper impression anywhere…… he always retold it as him coasting thru life until he met her in college. kind of like he’d been half awake before. they just Clicked n no-one cld believe she’d chosen him bt she was jst. completely head over heels n didn’t care what anyone had to say bc that was That

willa always very much took after celeste…… there’s this one quote i remember reading that goes vaguely like “my mom and i would sit and listen to leonard cohen and joni mitchell lyrics together. from a young age i remember her being like "i’m playing this song and when it’s done i want u to tell me what’s happening in it” n she would give me a fake glass of wine when i was 8 and i would listen and b like. i think there was an affair.” which so much summarises their dynamic…… she ws just so like. dramatic n fun n always encouraged that in willa too. her mum was like. everything she aspired to be…… got scouted by a modelling agency in college n shot one campaign before blowing it off simply bc she was bored. starred lead in a play. spent a few weeks travelling asia selling handmade candles shaped like koi fish or curled up foxes or elegantly stretched hands. dated a parisian movie star during a break she and her father took n was featured in tabloids on his arm at the premiere. sm fun n exotic stories willa literally cldn’t get enough. whenever she’d tell them to willa as a kid her dad wld roll his eyes like ohhhhh here she goes again but it’d all b playful n he’d smile bc he honestly cldn’t get enough either. the stuff dreams are made of luv (lizzie mcguire stans rise)

(car accident & death tw) so u know when ur walking down a flight of stairs n then out of nowhere u miss a step n u get that lurch in ur stomach like ur in free fall? yeah. i won’t go into it too much but one night they were driving back from getting frozen yogurt and then suddenly they weren’t. she doesn’t rly remember much about it except for completely ignoring the doctors trying to give her the news and just saying “dad chose pecan. who chooses pecan?” n repeating that over n over n over until it didn’t rly register in her ears as english any more.

willa was uprooted from irving at 11 to go n live w her aunt in NY. this was like. a huge adjustment honestly….. her aunt blanche hd always been a little unconventional bt extremely glamorous. she lived in an old defunct theatre she’d bought out n came from a lot of money. willa’s mum’s side of the family hd always been well off bt celeste opted to live a little more Ordinarily shall we say after settling whereas blanche ws jst balls to the walls dripping w eccentric excess…. wld say she was never naked bc she ws always wearing black opium by yves saint laurent…… probably the living embodiment of la vie boheme….. she’d been admitted a yr early to a rly prestigious parisian design school n is an AMAZING seamstress. a corset she stitched a broadway star into got commissioned fr an actress’ red carpet walk at an indie film festival. rly just lived such a life rich w lots of stories n lots of talent too…… had that star quality essence tht her mum had n that was smthn willa found quite comforting everything considered.

(grief tw) u would think maybe a situation like this (one involving so much sudden change) wld cause a kid of tht age to withdraw into her shell bt willa only came out of her shell MORE. she coped w her situation by spinning it into a celebrity origin story inside her head. the tear jerker tale someone tells during their x factor audition to get the judges rooting for them. mentally streamlining things. repackaging all that hurt as a surefire ticket to success bc it had to be useful for something right? there had to b a point to it right? willa decided the point was she’s a star. KFHSGKFHGFKHGKJSFHG. get it girl….. she ws literally just like ok well clearly i’m destined to be famous n i’m the main character of this story. this story called earth. it’s all about me.

rly heavily immersed herself in her high skl theatre scene……. loved experimenting w fashion n literally wore the most outlandish things like. she treated the hallways like her milan f/w debut every new school yr…… a lot of the things she wore were actual like. costumes frm her aunt’s collection…… she has a multi-story closet u have to climb ladders to reach things in like a very rustic library…. it rly wasn’t uncommon for willa to turn up one day corsetted like a pirate with billowing sleeves or sporting the baby blue gingham of a swedish milk maid. it’s like she literally jst…… became a role. always. every day. the world ws her stage. the cameras were always rolling. her aunt only encouraged this tbh n honestly? icon. we love to see it. willa partied a bunch n rly lived a lax lifestyle where responsibility was concerned…. her aunt ws her best friend…… made rly gd friends with performers in the drag club scene n loved the glitz of that….. lots of wild nights turned grossly bright mornings

snagged an agent fresh into her first yr of college (she gt accepted to a pretty competitive theatre program at [redacted] in NY bc i haven’t looked into what that wld be yet <3 i’m merely a helpless british lass <3) n booked a few commercials n things….. when i say willa wld enter audition rooms like she owned the place i’m rly not exaggerating…. once she turned up to a casting call for MEN n just walked right to the front of the line scraping a random chair along the way n then took a seat w her legs crossed popping a bubble in her gum as they all glared at her like wtf is literally going on who are u. she received several complaints n she was just like “ur all acting so jealous of me….”

i feel like she got a pretty big role in a theatre production in her last yr at school. haven’t decided what yet. maybe smthn rocky horror or even mimi in rent. this was meant to b some like huge moment for willa like yes girl finally making it ur on ur way this is what u wanted n she WAS happy abt it but once it was wrapped she jst had this strange like Huh feeling in her chest……. n a la celeste w all her exciting stories was just like well i’ve done that so what’s next? i think she’d graduate n then jst suddenly decide to move to irving in a fit of impulse. to all her college friends she’d be like “ugh a beach retreat is so necessary honestly the city is sooooooooo toxic this place cld literally enlarge my pores if i wasn’t so rigorous with my skincare routine” bt like 🤔 what u seeking girl? results pending.

SO basically i feel like she finally moved back to irving little over a yr ago. she hd a brief stint starring on a reality tv show tht filmed in one of the larger beach houses where her dog gained a handful of fan accounts dedicated to him……. u maybe will see why in the first bullet point of her personality section………… FKGHKSHFGGKFSHKHG. honestly she ws received pretty well too (mostly bc she’s so fking dramatic n like a caricature of a person) bt it wasn’t anything to warrant actual Fame (despite what willa herself might think). she’s mostly jst like. chilling honestly. accepting scripts n flying out fr auditions still. she’ll nab the occasional part bt she’s looking for that One Thing that rly feels like her big moment….. otherwise i cn just imagine her treating irving like a little dollhouse compared to the roaring mansion of NYC n having fun playing around in it. strikes a pose w a hand on my hip…. and now to personality.

PERSONALITY:

got a very large n lithe greyhound n named him marlene dietrich bc she was a black n white hollywood starlet famously known for her affairs n “bedroom eyes”. willa was like ugh. icon status instantly. didn’t rly foresee the responsibilities tht came w owning a dog tht loves exercise n complains abt him being like “ugh he wants to run soooooooooo much 🙄 like where are u literally going”. having said tht loves him dearly n he can often be seen wearing little clothes. a baby’s bonnet. a quilted leather waistcoat. a custom dog boa. he’s very glamorous. willa calls him a gay icon despite no evidence to support this theory. she also says he can sniff out evil in ppl so she brings him sometimes when she’s first introduced to a friend’s new bf n if his nose quivers a certain way she’s like “marlene has spoken. it’s done”. her friends r like omg? what’s done? willa gets up n walks away without elaborating. marlene’s little paws clicking along the floor w attitude.

literally dressed as marie antoinette for her high skl prom even tho there was no theme pertaining to this. jst loves the spotlight. can fake cry and WILL to get out of a parking ticket or teach someone to watch their tone or even simply for the theatrics of it all. the Most dramatic………….. rly fits being an actress like when people find out what she does it’s very like oh that makes sense.

says she doesn’t get hangovers. she’s just like “i revoked that it doesn’t happen to me”. alludes tht this is bc she’s an all powerful deity that was Chosen to be Blessed bt really she’s jst great at bouncing back n acting fine even w a blistering headache. it’s about believing the performance so much that u even convince urself.

has an extremely elevated sense of self importance bc this is kind of the equivalent of several layers of bubble wrap to cushion her frm the world. strives to b extraordinary bc ordinary honestly feels like a death sentence n there’s nothing she’d want to b seen as less. despite this weight she puts on that she rly doesn’t tend to let ppl’s opinions affect fr the most part like she’s quite firmly set in this I’m Literally The Most Gorgeous And Beautiful Angel Star Creature To Walk This Narsty Little Earth view

probably an incredibly big fan of dramatic short lived love affairs. she wants the glamour of it all. the scandal. the randomly breaking up w someone in a public place n sliding on sunglasses after delivering the words over a freshly ordered coffee (tht she’ll leave without drinking bc that’s star power babey she waits fr no man or no hot beverage)…….. has no preference gets w any n all regardless of gender……… romanticises things so they hv a better spin or story in her head n doesn’t rly take things seriously like jst has fun in her fantasy world…. she’s like ugh chuck i know u wanted to marry me but i’m a beautiful bird in a cage n u literally need to undo the latch n set me free……. the guy’s like……. my name’s chase n we’ve only been on two dates….. willa’s like…… please don’t take this so hard i can tell ur besides urself but people r starting to stare……. gets up n leaves. no-one was staring. chase is confused n honestly probably semi concerned fr her welfare.

always has to b the hottest n most glamorous person in a grocery store…. probably goes to them when she doesn’t even need anything jst holding a basket nonchalantly over her forearm glancing over at a cashier in her wizard of oz corset seamed interpretation on a dorothy dress thinking he wants me soooo bad it’s not even funny….. seduces him over the check out counter jst for him to ask her to come back to his so she can lean back scandalised n cry “IS THAT THE KIND OF WOMAN U THINK I AM, PAUL?! YOU’RE A GHASTLY LITTLE MAN, YOU ARE….” with all the gusto of a telenovela. attracts the shocked glances of all surrounding elderly.

speaks fluent french. probably on her brief stint on tht reality show i mentioned earlier was like “ugh can you believe Deneurve of this guy?” n in her head was like this catchphrase is sensational it’ll catch on fast the twittersphere is abt to implode but it didn’t become a thing except for in a small isolated community. despite this she’s like “yeah it went viral….. go figure. just another day in the life.”

honestly like a lot of fun bt also a huge handful at the same time. keeps her real Serious emotions in a locked box bt is always overflowing w melodramatics n rly giving her all at the drop of a hat where Performing is concerned. probably Loves parties n sees them as another form of production in which she wants to b the lead. rly just. loves herself. except does she? 🤔 lifts my hand up like rihanna n winks. find out next time. lucky by britney plays as i slowly disintegrate in spiderman rp…..

WANTED CONNECTIONS

unrequited flame: willa burns thru people like matches. bright n fast. honestly i feel like she struggles to take romance seriously so it cld be fun to play around with someone who’s been singed by that in the past…. mayb they hd actual feelings whereas willa was just messing around n having fun…. living la vida loca so to speak…….. we can discuss a time frame or specifics to expand upon this but. sexy angst perhaps.

those she knew from childhood: willa moved to NY at 11 n i feel like it was very sudden n soon after the accident. maybe she didn’t even say goodbye. maybe they were rly close n all of a sudden she didn’t show up to school the next day n when they rode past her house on their bike the sign said sold and that was that. honestly very dramatic of her even at a young age. we love a disappearing act. houdini who?

acting rival: honestly jst feel like this cld be funny. willa’s so dramatic she’d be like i literally want them dead they’re a despicable little gremlin fr trying to steal my spotlight. cld be as simple as having auditioned a few times fr the same parts or something.

childhood sweetheart: i think it cld be rly cute n sad if there was someone that kind of echoed the dynamic her mum n dad had except she was the celeste n they were the marlon…. (open to any gender)…….. so like. willa was always very larger than life commanding attention in a room n they were more to the sidelines but they just kind of got each other n brought out the best in one another. added angst to the fact tht willa wld maybe want to avoid them as much as possible now bc it dredges up feelings she doesn’t want to confront where her parents r concerned n also in a way any possibility of them winding up together feels like sellotaping an expiration date to both of their foreheads in willa’s brain

someone who was either a fan of or also on the reality show willa was: i imagine it like a reinvention of the hills honestly except based in these irving beach houses…. probably didn’t run that long bt there was a bunch of drama on it mostly staged…… maybe they were willa’s love interest bt it was all fake fr the cameras…… it wasn’t like. a huge deal n didn’t rly catch flight so much where popularity’s concerned bt. cld be fun to play with <3

patti frands: jogs in high knees to translate that into party friends as i adjust my spectacles. willa’s very sociable bt she’s also like kind of full of herself n obnoxious so do with that what u will. KFHGKSHGKGHFSKG. she knows hw to have a gd time tho like growing up she was rly into the gay club scene n the drag scene in NY so like. let’s hear it fr the gays who know how to do it right <3

someone equally over the top: i luv the idea of willa having someone who just like runs with made up scenarios n roles she makes up on the spot n them hanging out is like a 24/7 improv session tht they reel random surrounding strangers just fr the fun thrill

the other woman: willa is quite detached n selfish so she wld easily be the other woman in a relationship n not care about it n this cld make for good spice <3

[cupsofsuga]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ ☕️} NOTE - I changed up the plot just a teensy bit, love!! this is fanboy!bts with idol!reader

{ 💐} ANON ASKED - ❝ Hcs of yan idol!bts with an idol!s/o uwu ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

jin is an old, childhood friend of yours that departed from your life as your career skyrocketed

he’s a distant memory, but, to jin, you mean everything

how must he move on when your smile sits in the sun? how can you expect him to simply forget about you when he feels your touch in the wind and sees your eyes in the stars!?

this life is not for you, rather, the sweet, mundane one you and him planned for in blanket forts during the time of your youth

oh, what he’d do to lay his hands upon your summer skin and to look into the ornaments of your irises…

jin’s obsession only intensifies when he found your address and broke into your estate days later

he left old polaroids with dates stamped from nearly a decade ago on your dresser

even going as far as to sleep in your bed

inhaling your scent, relishing in the ghost of your form, the revelation brought him to tears

luckily, you didn’t take notice to your damp pillow that jin had broke down on

but, god, does he miss you…

after one of your concerts, you stumbled sluggishly to your dressing room

there was no answer as to why you were so lethargic, but, you only assumed it was the downfall from the adrenaline rush you received from the shrill screams from fans

without even bothering to change our of the skimpy outfits you were obligated to wear, you nestled yourself onto the leather couch

with a numb body, before you fell into a slumber, you hear a relatively sweet voice as they comfort and coo your name like the melody of a dove

❝ it’s ok, it’s ok. everything will be ok, you’re safe now, y/n/n… oh, how i have longed for this single moment for so, so long! we’ll be happy together, i promise you. we’ll be just fine… ❞

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

min yoongi, a fan of y/n l/n!? that’s just absurd!

there’s no possible way that the cold-hearted, aloof, intimidating-as-all-can-be min yoongi could be some closeted fanboy… right?

but, just one peek into his rusted journal and you’ll uncover poetry that challenges oscar wilde and pages filled with doodles of your starlit face

one peak into his bedroom and you’ll find three cardboard cutouts with words of honey written on sticky notes that are strung upon your form

you’ll see posters littered all around the room, even a few taped on his ceiling so you’d be the first thing he sees when his alarm disrupts him of his slumber

one peak at his body and you’ll find tattoos littered upon his skin from everything to your name, to your favorite flowers, to your full-on face that he hides under chunky sweaters

there must be a million quotes of your songs that he deluded himself into believing was intended just for him inked upon his skin forever

all of those words he typed with the intention of escaping reality and joining you hand-by-hand into a new future are his source of light in these grey, gloomy days

and don’t get me started on all of those times he accidentally wrote your name during exams or how he spent his nights gazing into the cardboard cutout before him just praying that with some magic spell, you’d come alive and be there with him

yoongi is not just some devoted fan, no

he’s your soulmate

and this man is willing to walk straight into the depths of hell and crawl his way out just to prove it so.

━━━ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

hoseok’s idea of a typical friday night would not be lying and rebelling against his parents just to join his friend and be packed like sardines in an abnormally-heated arena

the sweaty-scented mosh pit adorned with dozens of fans screaming for an idol he doesn’t even remember the name of, he’d just about rather be anywhere now

that is until you waltz out and the shouts intensify, everyone chanting your name as you show off your sugary-sweet smile like a king would with a crown

hoseok might as well have melted into the germ-infested floor before him from how stunned he was upon seeing you for the first time

and your voice!

god, the way you sang with such a level way of elegance sounded like the coo of a dove, the fits of laughter you shared had the poor sunshine in the crowd grow a weak-hearted smile

your eyes shined like wild stars as you looked upon the faces of every individual guest and beaming at the way they so cheerfully smiled for you

and you looked straight at hoseok! he swears you did!

as the glistening lights fade and you turn tail and walk off stage, you are completely oblivious to the boy in the crowd who’s left his heart on a silver platter just for your liking

he leaves the arena giddy, practically shaking with excitement in his seat and blabbering about every breath you took as his friend drives him back to his home

and this poor, but immensely infatuated boy doesn’t earn an inkling of shut-eye for the next 3 days due to him obsessively stalking all of your content

he’ll fake a cough and skip school just to lie in bed, listen to your music and fantasize about all of those lovestruck lyrics you sing being solely intended for him

hoseok will spend hours upon hours looking through photoshoots of yours

even spending as far as 4 hours staring at the same picture of you, tracing his fingers upon the pixelated screen and imagining it was your skin he caressing

you’re his whole life now!

hoseok doesn’t know what he’d do without you…

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

oh, the proper and pristine kim namjoon

how much more perfect could you get with a wealthy lifestyle, having the privilege to attend some elite school and terrible, terrible parents?

how he’s just a mangled heart in the hands of a monster

but, as the all-mighty, alpha-male facade drops, we’ll witness the truth behind all that faux dominance

pray into the truth that’s itched under his skin and you’ll find a soft, gooey centerpiece that’s sweet and submissive

after some pointless bicker with his father, namjoon will return to his bedroom, door locked as relishes in his only source of joy: you

he’ll lie down in his expensive sheets, fantasizing about your sweet voice and touch, caressing him and cooing him of his worries

namjoon will cling onto a body pillow, staining the fabric with his tears

his tenacious grip (on what he fantasizes being you) will not weaken and will remain to be his only form of comfort in these grey days

and on the laptop before him, he’ll turn on one of your lives from the past, pretending, just for now, that you are here and you are real

all those other eyes that also watch you, they’re not real!

it’s just you and him

and having the privilege to lie down and relish in your disgustingly sweet essence is all-too infatuating for his poor heart to handle!

knowing that at the end of the day, he’ll always have you saved his life in more ways than one

knowing that he is yours and you are his, he has found tranquility.

━━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

hours upon hours of scrolling with those all-too-familiar but infatuating jolts to his heart, jimin comes across a photo

a photo of you and a friend, just a little too close for his liking…

and there, we witness a tsunami of insecurities and doubts who have biased jimin for its affection

his mind reels back and forth between the potential truth and reassurance:

you love him! yes, you love him! you liked his comment once! and you even noticed him during a live stream 3 months, 1 week and 4 days ago!

and he’s not crazy, he just loves you so, so much! i mean…

yes, he did strangle a girl that caught your sweatshirt when you threw it into the crowd, but that was all in the past!

this is in the present, and jimin loves you more than you’ll ever know!

and oh, how dreamy and overwhelmingly immaculate that night was…

how he savored every breath that left your mouth as you sang for the arena, how the tears fell down his cheeks as the revelation of your presence knocked the air out of his lungs, and how even months after the concert, he still keeps the clothes he wore that night safely tucked in a rack cover

not a single second goes by where jimin does not think of the luminescence of that single night and just how golden your single presence was

but, for now, he is departed from your form and must find comfort by his lonesome

jimin will scroll through fanfiction, feeling his heart quicken with every word that makes up for his fantasies, satisfying him of his deprived need for you

he has lost count of how many imagines he’s saved at this point, but, then again, he doesn’t care

all that is valid is the pandemonium he sits in while relishing in the fantasy of you being with him, and to hold the privilege of simply waking up next to you in his embrace

as your songs and his hushed sobs echo, jimin grips onto the pillow and lets your cherubic voice soothe him of his sorrows

and for just this short time, jimin can let your seraphic voice bring him serenity.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

yeah……… you’re fucked

after enduring the torture of public school and numerously writing down your name when he intended to write down some algebraic expression he couldn’t remember if he tried, taehyung has returned home

and nothing feels better than satisfying that eternal longing held within him

he’ll ignore his parents and their attempt at small-talk, mumbling something about needing to finish homework and locking himself in his room

and what we see in his room is………. terrifying…? infatuating…?

i mean, your face is EVERYWHERE

posters, polaroids, selfies, all splattered across the walls, ceilings, and even his locker at school

there’s even a single screenshot taped above his desk of the smile plastered on his face when you read his comment: “i love you” during one of your live streams

taehyung then open his sketchbook, smiling fondly with his heart battering in his chest as he flips through past sketches of your beaming face with flowers and fruits adorning the pages

he seeks an empty page, beginning another one of his trillion sketches of you, his muse

this boy doesn’t need a picture to follow from, he knows every one of your facial features from heart

from the shape of your nose to the single mole on your cheek, taehyung has got it imprinted in his mind

and as your song spills from his phone while he’s sketching your wondrous eyes, he thinks back to the sacred memory of when he attended your concert

hearing you serenade thousands upon thousands of fans, including him, wasn’t anywhere near the most momentous part of that night

claiming he was your boyfriend to the guards, shining his sugary-sweet boxy smile and having access to follow you backstage was the best moment of his entire life spent on this planet!

he snapped some photos of you as you scrolled through social media on the leather couch, relishing in the way you so simply… lived

yeah, the guards nearly killed him for that one, but, having the privilege to admire you in your natural state made everything worth it

after all, if it was for you, anything was worth it.

━━━ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

as jungkook lays sprawled out on dirty sheets, the voice of y/n l/n echoes and reverberates in his eardrums

this is what tranquility is; this is what peace means, even it’s only temporary

and god, there must be something laced with your voice because never in his life has jungkook felt something like this

floating through space, running on stars, dancing on saturn’s rings; this is the feeling that blossoms within jungkook’s chest

and for once, he can forget all the anger that lingers in the path of his past

trust me, these memories are not anywhere near pretty

from beating a boy to a bloody pulp for calling you a “dumb pop-star” to punching holes into the drywall after a drama channel gossips about a supposed new lover of yours,

jungkook is a complete psycho fan

and spending his rent on tickets for a fan-meet just proves how worthy you are to this stranger

words couldn’t do the emotion jungkook felt when he caught sight of you any justice

he might as well as stepped onto another planet because, god, he’s never seen a sight so astonishing

he finds stars in your eyes and finds himself lost in your smile which resembles a string of pearls

you are in every means perfect

and as his turns reaches near, you grasp hold of his hand to calm him of his nerves

alas, jungkook has found nirvana

he must have looked like such an idiot being so giddy and excited for the human who has never seen him in their entire life

but finally, he has the privilege to meet face-to-face with the love of his life, and you bet he savors every single second of the time spent with you

jungkook even went as far as to have the signature you signed on his forearm tattooed, so your touch would be imprinted on his skin forever

now, you’ll be intwined for eternity…

[sapphic-dragon-fox]

Just need to say it somewhere.

Feeling good and better than I have in many years. I may not look like much, your pretty stereotype punk lesbo, right? But maintaining weight plus muscle mass has been a very difficult and dangerous battle I've been fighting from the age of six. I have crohn's and lupus which make it difficult to absorb nutrition and the lupus causes arthritis so work, working out, and general normal activities are painful even though they are honestly the best things for it. 😵 I have been sent home with an IV for extra nutrition infusions, basically a backpack with a bag full of a gross milky vitamin cocktail that smells like baby formula 🤮 probably is... (see picture 3 with Santa for the in hospital version )

I stayed years in hospitals just for all my self work to go away in a matter of months and I'm left bone thin, nearly dead and back to square one of rebuilding this broken body. I have rebuilt this body so much I often don't even feel like the same person anymore but I think I'm finally ok with that, not perfectly but on my way. For example, I used to hate my skin, the years spent in hospitals basically bleached my tan skin to the skin of a stereotype vampire, sparkles and everything but without the beautiful lesbian gf... 🤷 Cant have everything. It's very strange having an idea of what I would look like as a kid, I looked exactly like my Puerto Rican mother and now I'm nothing close to that, but I'm ok with it now, play it up even as I now can't tan at all. Vampire summer baby, yes I will be that dork that pretends to die and melt on a beach as soon as someone mentions that I'm pale and it happens alot.

Serious again, It's taken a long time to be ok with my image so I just wanted to say I'm proud of this shell and it's future.

(pictures in order)

Now, 28yo

14yo

11yo

Heeeeeey yaaaah!!! Shake it like a polaroid picture!!

I'm sorry, I'm old....

[softtdaisy]

I was tagged by my lovely @meddows-taylor 💛

Rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better!

Nicknames : mostly Al or Ali (sometimes Allie), otherwise it’s French pet name

Zodiac sign : Leo but I learned recently that my moon sign was Aries so I’m pretty lost right now. But still feel like a Leo

Height : 4.9” 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hogwarts house : I have no idea??? I’ve only seen four Harry Potter’s movies and it’s been a while

Last thing I googled : the O.C cast, I was looking for an actor and I couldn’t remember his name

Fav musicians : Ok, so...Queen, Panic! at The Disco, David Bowie, The Rolling Stones, MARINA, Lana Del Rey, Halsey, Harry Styles, Ariana Grande, The Neighbourhood, The 1975 and I’m going to stop here

Song stuck in my head : I’ll Stand Bu You by The Pretenders

Following : 78

Followers : 43 (everyone has to start somewhere)

Do you get asks : no never ahah

Amount of sleep : do you mean one of the most important thing in my life ? I try to sleep between 7 to 8 hours per night. And the fact that the old person that I am fall asleep around midnight easily helps a lot

Lucky number : 3

What are you wearing : a Beverly Hills sweater with a pic of the cast on it and a jean

Dream job : musical journalist or/and writer

Dream trip : I want to go to Italy so bad and to Canada too

Instruments : I want to learn guitar for years but never got the chance, maybe in the future. Otherwise I played the flute a long time ago

Languages : French, English, seven years of German and I can’t make a propre sentence. And I try to learn Italian by myself

Favorite songs : ughhhh the worst question ever.

- The Show Must Go On by Queen

- Life On Mars by David Bowie

- High Hopes and Casual Affair by P!ATD

- À Crever by Clara Luciani (sad French song)

- Something About The Way You Look Tonight by Elton John

- Hymne à l’Amour by Edith Piaf

- Forever Young by Alphaville

Random fact : I don’t know how to bike, that’s it.

Aesthetic : notebooks, records collection, coffee, nude lipstick and warm eyeshadows, polaroids pictures, band T-shirts, 90s movies and tv show (mostly f.r.i.e.n.d.s), family and pink (everywhere)

I don’t have that much mutuals so I have no idea what to tag ! So if you see this and want to do it, then do and I’ll read it !

[bcylor]

hi BABIES . i’m mj !!! i will be playin baylor which i am VERY excite abt bc he’s the ugliest man alive . very hyperactive and annoying and also looks like a 12 year old. such mf VIBES for summer 2k18. i’m gna just do bullet points about him bc i can’t focus enough to actually sit down n write paragraphs rip danckl i PROMISE i will eventually . he loves LOVES drama and stirring the damn pot so if u wanna plot i SWEAR it’ll be worth it ! hmu dads !

[ TOM HOLLAND, TWENTY, & HE/HIM ] BAYLOR PARLAK is known as the CROWD PLEASER around denver. they’ve lived here for ELEVEN YEARS and are a STUDENT AND DANCE INSTRUCTOR. WORN DOWN BALLET SLIPPERS, CITYSCAPE/SKYSCRAPERS, NEON SIGNS, VINTAGE VINYLS, POLAROIDS OF PEOPLE NO LONGER RELEVANT. [ MJ, SHE/HERS, 19, PST ]

baylor is originally from newport beach but moved to denver when he was nine. his parents have a family-owned law firm that all of his siblings work at and so do their father, baylor & his mother are the only ones not really into that career path.

baylor has always been very involved with all things performing arts, dance & cheer, so when he graduated he was on the path to pursuing that same passion. his parents didn’t want this for baylor, they just wanted him to come and join the family law firm and when he disagreed that’s when they were like “ well if u don’t wanna do what’s best for our family then u can pay for your own schooling ” bc they didn’t wanna support him with his career path :/

baylor works and is a full time student but he’s currently drowning in student debt over at the university of colorado denver and obvi his dream wouldve been to go to school in new york but NOPE cant afford it just yet. he’ll stick to struggling

he is the youngest child in his family, he has 3 older siblings that all have !!!!!! serious, stable jobs, meanwhile he’s the one who’s taking a risk by pursuing the performing arts. bc of this, he has never been too close with his family and finds his ‘family’ within friendships with people AKA YALL

baylor is really only close with his mother, and has been since he was a young child, so bc he always clung to his mother baylor has always been more on the ‘ feminine ’ side.

OK SO....THIS ONE IS VERY IMPORTANT . when baylor was born, he was born deaf in one year and developed tinnitus. he’s worn hearing aids in both ears since he was around 4, one of them is a cochlear implant (the one on his left that he’s deaf in) and the other is one he wears for white noise to drown out the tinnitus ringing.

baylor was picked on a LOT when he was younger bc of this, mostly in elementary and middle school. he didn’t have many friends, but in high school that’s when he had the bold realization that he’s better than having people pick on him SHRUG EMOJI

he has always had a passion for all things dance. he was one of the only male cheerleaders on the high school team, same as the dance team and of course --- people picked on him bc of that but on the inside hes like lmfao yall are making fun of me and calling me ‘ gay ’ when i get to grind on and throw around pretty cheerleaders all day so WHOS THE REAL WINNER HERE

baylor likes to pretend that the things people say about him dont bother him but at the end of the day on the inside hes one of the most fucking. sensitive people there is simply bc hes never had approval from anyone at home so he seeks approval in friends + people he sees every day

BAYLOR IS REALLY FUNNY. hes also very dorky

he works as a dance instructor so he does all kinds of classes !!!!! hip hop, ballet, teaches lil kids all the time. he needs a dance partner god

ok so please.......i live for drama, it all that keeps me going so THEREFORE here are some plots i think would be so????? fucking cool????

OK OBVIOSULY I NEED THE ULTIMATE BROTP. best friends. wingmen. everything. besties. sisters for life.

maybe someone that inspired baylor when he was younger bc how cute???? maybe when they were younger or something, your char witnessed baylor being bullied and stepped in and helped baylor when he needed it. and so ever since then, baylor began doing the same thing for other people when he saw others needing help ???? I LOVE

fuck this one gna hurt me but....... UNREQUITED LOVE . someone that baylor was completely, utterly in love with but maybe she was like uhhh no thanks baylor lmao and so he’s literally been hung up on her. since high school. THINKS STILES AND LYDIA FROM TEEN WOLF

DANCE PARTNERS

ALSO SIS NEEDS AN EXES PLOT. HIS FIRST AND PRETTY MUCH ONLY RELATIONSHIP HES EVER HAD. they can be on good or bad terms, i just need someone to have been his first love, first kiss, first everythin g

FWB PLZZZZZZ BUT LIKE ALSO FWB BECAUSE THE OTHER PERSON IS TOO EMBARRASSED TO BE SEEN WITH HIM

also can i get uuuuuhhhhhhhh tutors

study buddies

smoking buddies

someone he buys weed from

AND AN ENEMY

SUMMER FLING LMFAO AND THEN THEY NEVER SPOKE ABOUT IT AGAIN BC IT DIDNT WORK OUT and now when baylor mentions it to people lowkey nobody believes him bc they wouldve been a weird pairing i

OKAY PLEASE MESSAGE ME TO PLOT I AM SO EXCITED TO BE HERE MY DISCORD IS ALSO TOMHLLAND#8030 HMU I LUV MAKIN FRENS <3

[peaches-of-1]

Demon AU: 666 So Fresh- Chapter 10

Some notes before you dive in, dear reader. If some things don’t make sense when it comes to Taehyung’s thoughts, that’s the point. It’s supposed to be messy and choppy and illogical.

Chapter warnings: Suicide attempt by a member (by drowning), panic scenario, so much fucking angst ok let me know if there are others you’d like me to add

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All three products of Hell’s splendor had just opened the door to their front door. It would be the last time they’d see it before tonight since they’d be spending the night in a hotel. Taehyung was looking at photos he’d taken of them in the hot air balloon ride, deciding which ones he was going to print out.

Yoongi lifted Zula up so that she could check another thing off of their list.

“I’m gonna get the portal started.” He kissed her lips.

That’s how they got to and from many places that weren’t exactly physical, portals. Only Yoongi could make them since he was the only one with full demon blood. Zula and Taehyung would have to learn them the human way, blood sacrifices and all that jazz. Ain’t nobody got time for that, so they just let Yoongi deal with it.

“Alrighty, I’ll go hang with Tae before changing.”

Zula made her way through the maze-like house to her boyfriend’s dark room. She knocked and he let her in. She was always surprised by the amount of photos he was treating. There were some from their earlier escapades as well. He hugged her around the waist as she looked at the ones of her watching the club portal open for the first time. The orange light reflecting off of her skin and her awestruck face was a photo op Taehyung couldn’t miss.

Not all of his photos needed to be treated inside of this room, only the ones used on the older cameras. He had three of them that he used regularly: The old Polaroid, the DSLR, and the his phone. Today, he decided to bring along the film one and was dealing with that one now.

“You’re really talented. I’m proud of you, Tae.”

“Thank you~” He crooned and hugged her closer. “Um...”

Zula looked at him, “Yea?”

He moved from her waist and grabbed her hand, “I want to show you something.”

“Ok.” She said, amused and curious as to why he was being so gentle with her instead of his overly excited and puppy dog self.

Taehyung carefully got the two of them out of the room and then opened the door to his mother’s room. Zula decided not to comment on how she thought the room was supposed to stay locked as he had warned them on their first day here. When the doors swung open, she audibly gasped. Tae led her by the hand with a smile. Each wall was covered in different photos of her. There was even a wall lined with pictures of Zula sleeping.

“I’ve taken a picture of you every morning since we’ve been together. If you think it’s creepy or weird, I’ll stop. I just...feel like I have to make sure you’re real.”

Zula squeezed his hand, “You can keep going. I love candids.” She gave him a genuine smile and waited for him to return it.

Taehyung did return the smile, box and all, “Well, take a look around and tell me which ones are your favorite.”

Their hands parted as she walked around the room and he watched her take in all that he had done so far. Sometimes she could tell what they had done the night before depending on how much glitter was on her body or how smeared her makeup was. Other times she asked Taehyung if he knew. He did. The background was usually his bedroom or her bedroom. Other times it was a hotel they had crashed in for the night.

The most recent one had three bodies in them instead of two. The third being Yoongi. Zula pointed at yesterday’s photo of herself. Her hair was all over the pillow, and a gloved hand was on her chest. Taehyung was taking a selfie wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt.

“This one is my favorite. It’s our first night as an official 3, huh?”

Taehyung nodded, “Yep.”

Zula snuggled against Tae, putting one hand on his chest and the other around his waist. “I wanna get to know you better.”

So the two did a back and forth with questions and walked to where Yoongi was. He asked them questions too, mostly what hobbies that had. Parent situation. Tae didn’t say much. The bright haired blonde decided not to press on, but Zula was curious.

“How come your mom’s room was locked in the first place? I know she’s...gone, but still. Why open it up now?”

Taehyung stayed quiet.

“Come on, Tae.” She said sternly. “You haven’t told us anything about your childhood other than the light stuff. I told you about my teachers and the amount of close calls. I deserve to know your deep shit too.”

Yoongi looked at him, “She’s right, y’know.”

Still no sound came from Wrath’s demi spawn. Zula decided whatever it was, then it was much worse than she thought. She got up and sighed.

“Fine. If you don’t wanna talk then you don’t have to. Just thought it might do some good to get it out in the open. Y’know, talk about it with people you trust. I’m sorry for asking.”

She touched his shoulder and was on her way to get dressed for tonight when he caught her wrist. Zula didn’t say anything, just looked at him and waited for him to say something.

Taehyung’s deep voice felt like chasm, “My mom slept in the room whenever I hurt myself as my punishment. Away from dad and I because she couldn’t bare knowing the two men she loved were monsters. Dad sometimes went out to hurt and destroy other people, to feed his demon while I tried to destroy myself.”

His grip on Zula’s wrist got tighter, “She made herself stay because she loved us but didn’t know of any way to help us. That’s why I kept it locked even after she passed...because I could pretend she was still waiting for herself to feel good enough to see us. I used to wait and try to be good, but sometimes she’d stay in there for weeks. I miss her and it’s crazy. I know.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to--”

“No, it’s fine. I trust you guys. I love you so much. I don’t want to hide anything from you especially since you shared so much with me.”

Yoongi spoke up, “So why open her room now?”

Tae’s eyes lit up, “I’ve got better memories to put in there now.”

He looked at his partners and smiled. Zula kissed him and went off to get ready for tonight’s party at Hoseok’s club. Yoongi answered more demon related questions for Taehyung to help him feel better and told the kid how proud he was of him.

Taehyung smoothed down his mullet as they entered the main room and dance floor. It was “Angel Night” where everyone was to be dressed in mostly white outfits. At the party, Zula waved at some dude who introduced himself as Jimin. He was walking over to the group, so Yoongi asked what Zula’s end goal with him was. She assured her boys that it was nothing serious and they’d only maybe kiss on the dance floor.

“And who are these nice men?” Jimin asked, looking at Zula’s partners.

Her eyes flashed gold, “My supervision. Let’s dance.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the center of chaos.

The two other boys decided to join some random demons for several rounds of drinks. Taehyung tried to have fun, but ever since earlier, dark thoughts started flooding back. He felt his childhood loneliness creep inside for when his mother hid and his dad set out to do what he was borne to do. Taehyung’s father went out to pick fights and cause strife, usually coming back with bloody fists. His mom used to yell at him for getting blood on the carpet, but stopped after he looked at her strangely.

During his confused adolescence that he fought through, one thought consumed Tae. He wasn’t meant to be loved. Everything was temporary. That smell. Why live when you didn’t enjoy life? It was a thought that weighed him down. He thought he’d gotten over it. Taehyung thought he had stopped following in his father’s steps. It pissed him off that he was wrong, but he kept it inside.

That smell, what was it?

It felt like he was a kid again. Scared. Teen. Worried. Empty adult. No one tried to save him. Lonely. Lonely. No one. “You’re sick!” That smell. “You’re weird. I like that.” But they didn’t know how weird until they found Tae bleeding profusely and cried until he woke up. Scared about how underwhelmed he was. His dad’s hands.

A loud voice on stage gave him distraction.

“How is everyone doin’ tonight?” The platinum blond man on stage asked. “We’re The Rose, and I’m Sammy. As you can tell, I’m a fallen angel.”

So that’s what that sweet smell was. Taehyung thought.

Sammy continued, “My vice? Envy. I wanna be remembered. Anyways, fun game time! First person to Charm me from where you’re standing during this speech that I’m doing right now gets to come up on stage and we’ll sing to them.”

He looked at the crowd and his eyes suddenly became a glowing green and he bit his lip.

A smirk formed on face, “Looks like we’ve already got a winner.”

Following his line of sight, it was Zula who was being lifted on stage to join him. It was Jimin who helped her up the stage steps and Sammy who held her hand for a short greeting to lead her to the microphone with him.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Zula, Demi Spawn of Lust.”

Several demons were outraged that they had been beaten by a Demi Spawn. Others wondered how she even got in. Yoongi laughed from his spot at the bar and downed a shot. Taehyung filled his glass for him again. Zula admitted to being a fan of them, not knowing the front man was anything but human.

“Wanna sing along?” Sammy offered.

“Hell yeah!”

The band began to play and he started to sing first. Zula sang along rather quickly and basically Charmed the whole room with her voice. Taehyung smiled, but his mind returned to it’s deeply conflicted state. He wanted to protect Zula. He loved her so much, but he wasn’t meant to be loved. There was no way a girl with so much talent, a girl that could get even angels that had already fallen once to fall for her could want him.

A hand on Tae’s lap made him jump.

Yoongi peered into his face, “You good?”

“Yeah, I just...I’m not feeling it tonight. Can you send me home and apologize to Zula for me?”

Ne nodded, “No problem. Hope you feel better soon.” Yoongi placed a finger on Taehyung’s head and basically made a mental portal that sent mullet-boy home. “Bartender, another if you will!”

Zula made sure Jimin knew that she didn’t want to be anything more than club friends with him, and he said that was fine. He only liked playing with her as a fellow demi, anyways. She asked him about the last time they met, how he tried to Charm her. It wasn’t something she knew how to do. Jimin assured Zula that it was in her demon blood, all she had to do was find a target she wanted and get them.

“You’re a Lustie, after all.”

She gasped and turned around in shock as she heard Sammy speak, “I know him!” left her mouth as a surprised whisper.

The blonde rocker mentioned Charming him for a prize.

Jimin moved his lips to her ear, “Do it. Charm him right now.”

“But I--”

“You want to get closer to him, right? Then do it. All you gotta do is want his attention.”

Zula took a deep breath and silently willed Sammy to look over at her. She felt a dull electrical spark behind her eyes accompanied by a calm breeze when they finally made eye contact. The introvert inside her threatened to break it, but another soft whisper came from Jimin’s lips.

“You’ve almost got him, Zula. You are more than worth his time.”

She felt herself penetrating his brain and making him want her. Yeah, Zula was the one who wanted him to notice her, but she was going to force him into craving her attention  and her presence more. The green twinkle of his eyes got more intense.

“Looks like we’ve got a winner.” Sammy spoke.

Jimin grinned and cooed, “Good girl, now let’s get you up there.”

Zula sang her heart out using her air power to expand her diaphragm. Everyone clapped and Sammy put his arm around her waist.

“Is this ok?” He asked.

She smiled and nodded, “I stopped charming you a while ago, though.”

“I know.” Sammy winked at her.

Before the crowd could completely die down, he thanked her for Charming him and then said her name once more as she left the stage to go find her boys. She quickly kissed Jimin on the cheek and told him “thank you” before her search. Yoongi was chatting with and old demon buddy. He pulled his girlfriend closer and kissed her.

“You were great up there! I didn’t even know you were practicing your Charm.”

She smiled, “Only took two lessons with Jimin. Where’s our other boyfriend?”

“Went home, said he wasn’t feeling it.”

Zula nodded, “I wanna check on him. Send me home for a bit?”

Yoongi drew a pentagram on her palm and then something else, “You’ve got 10 minutes to come back or you gotta find another way to return.”

“‘Kay!”

And she found herself with feet on a shiny wooden floor and silence instead of the busy and loud club.

Taehyung now new why his dad left the house when he was itching for blood. He didn’t want mom to see his anger. Tae was mad for no reason, and it was all spilling out. He didn’t want to be like his dad. He was mad at himself for making Zula and Yoongi have to pretend to care about him. He didn’t want to hurt them or make them lock themselves away.

A small voice told him to calm down and be reasonable, but his demon side fanned angry flames that made him want to hurt somebody. He chose is usual target of himself. He filled the bathtub with cold water, hoping it would clear his head and douse his flame. The sink was too small.

He was on fire. His whole body burned and he couldn’t control it. I twas devouring him. Taehyung had to stop the flames from eating himself whole. He sat on the edge of the tub and leaned back like the times before when he had bound his arms and legs.

This time he was free to move, but he didn’t since he was scared. There was peace here. So what if he froze to death? No one would miss him. Drowning or suffocation in the water would be easy clean up. He wanted to laugh at these thought that had come a million times before, but bile rose in his throat instead. Instinct told him to keep his mouth closed.

He felt himself going towards the white corridor. Taehyung might see that demon from his childhood again when he was so lost.

Air rushed into his lungs as his body collided with the treated wood floor. He saw green. Not white, and it was soft. The warmth over him came with yelling and rocking. His world was shaken. Light appeared again and his brown eyes saw hazel.

“Zula?”

“Did you really come back home to do another attempt? I thought you were going to try and live!” She had tears in her eyes.

No one had cried for him in a long time. There was a green towel around his shoulders. He looked at her, making sure of her tears. Zula sobbed as she continued to dry him off. Tae said two words he meant for the first time in forever.

“I’m sorry.” They tasted strange. “I’m sorry, Zula. I didn’t mean to. My brain was a mess, and I didn’t know what to do. I went backwards in a really bad way. I’m sorry.”

A fire was still lit inside of him, but it wasn’t raging like it was before, trying to claim him and make him into a beast. This flame was cool and consistent. She was angry at him, but Taehyung was glad that she was. No one in years had seen his destruction and worked to help him through the aftermath or tried to save him.

His mom ignored him. His dad told him to embrace it without telling him how to. Friends stopped being friends after they found out. They ran away.

“How do you define love?”

Confused, Zula looked up at him and place his hand in hers, “Why are you asking me this?”

“I don’t know what love is, but I just want you to be happy no matter the cost. I don’t want you to lock yourself away because of what I do. I love you, Zula. I really really love you.”

Zula grabbed Tae’s face and made him look at her, “Then live. I love you too, and I’ll be happier with you alive and taking pictures of us. Our adventures. Our love. Ok, Taehyung? Don’t do that again and live.”

He nodded, “ I want to live. I want to keep seeing you. I want you happy. I’ll live.”

“Good.” She kissed him softly and helped him stand and walk on the wet floor.

Yoongi was in the living room, sitting on the couch, with tea on the coffee table, “I’m glad you made the right choice, Tae. I’ve been waiting for you to make it. Sit. Tea and blankets for you to warm yourself up.”

He nodded and sat, now in dry clothes but hair still a bit damp. The older demon wrapped him in the lime green fleece and handed him the mug.

“What do you mean you were waiting?” Zula asked, pure fury lacing her voice. “Did you know?”

Yoongi’s eyes glowed as a warning for her to calm down. She folded her arms, knowing she was still no match for someone who knew what he was since birth and had been training long before she was even thought about being conceived.

“I knew he hadn’t fully decided whether or not this new life was for him or not. He’s been unsure about a lot of things. Mostly things pertaining you and if he was truly going to move on or not. I couldn’t make any of these decisions for him.”

“I do love you, Zula, and now I know you love me.” Taehyung spoke up, still fragile in some way, still processing everything that had happened. “Not because you saved me, but because stayed with me afterwards.”

She smiled and felt exhausted all of a sudden. A starving pain shot through her stomach as her body finally relaxed. Yoongi got her to sit down before she fainted and gave her a huge bowl of pasta.

“You’re already a good singer. You don’t need to use your powers for more air, especially when you’ve got someone or something charmed already.”

“Ok, I won’t. It was hard to focus on the singing part anyways.”

Tae asked, “What’s Jimin like?”

Zula smiled and swallowed, “Jimin’s a Pride Demi, so he’s confident but also unexpectedly shy at times. He used his Charm on me last time and helped me to learn how to use it. He also called me a Lustie...several times. Was I supposed to be offended?”

Yoongi laughed and shook his head, “That’s just a cutesy nickname for Lust demons. They call us Greeds. Then there’s Wraths, Vans or Vanities, Gluts, Envines. Just slang.”

“I wanna meet Jimin again. Seems cool.” Taehyung stuck his hand into a bag of chips that had probably been out all day.

Zula made a face that Yoongi’s eyes caught. She remembered something. He didn’t say anything about it. It would be her choice to say something or not.

She shifted in her seat, “Hey, Yoongi, um...Jimin and I were talking about my being human upbringing and I told him about my dumb baby names. And he made this comment that was like ‘Oh, you want kids?’ which...which made me wonder…”

“Yeah?”

“Can demons or demi demons have kids or are we just so biologically fucked that it’s not possible? I’m not even sure if I want kids, but I just don’t like the idea of not having that option.”

Zula was a girl, raised as a human. The pressure to have kids of her own must’ve been a constant thing in her life. Also, Zuzu was a “do anything” kind of girl. The possibility of not being able to do something...Yoongi told her the truth.

“The short answer is yes. You could have a biological kid if you wanted.”

She smiled and kissed Taehyung, leaning against him, “Whenever you feel better, I wanna practice.”

Taehyung nearly spit out his tea. He wiped his mouth with his arm, “I’d like that.”

Yoongi sat next to Zula and put his head in her lap, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

[midnight-watch-committee]

Story 4:lost

The Louenburg residence 3:14 am February, 14th,2019

The early mornings were always oddly refreshing. I’d flip over to a kid’s tv channel and get to catch some classic cartoons. My top 3 were probably Spiderman, Silver Surfer, and Looney toons. It was always nice to see those and escape the reality of school or “work.” Is this even a job? I honestly never know but it feels like slavery to some magical book. Every single time it opens I feel like an R rated Scooby Doo, getting the gang together to fuck the town up more. Would I be more of a Velma? I got up from the couch and went over to my laptop bag near the wall. It had been a while since Terror Eater, so everyone had started to calm down. It’s not like I INTENDED to disappear for a week, just saw some tree and was like “Oh fuck yeah.” Now that I think about it, that’s kinda sad. Just throw some trees my way and I do whatever you want. God, I love plants. I sat down with my laptop and opened it up, watching Spiderman and taking a which scooby doo character are you quiz because I’m very mature, shut up, when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. A blinking red light out in the yard. That couldn’t have been right. I got up to get a closer look, pretending to be looking for my laptop charger. It was... a camera. WHAT THE FUCK! I almost screamed, but somehow managed to keep a level head. Was someone watching me? Who? FBI? I didn’t know what to do. I just grabbed my shit and called Mickey, knowing he’d still be up. He was, sure as day. “Hey, it’s a bad time but what’s up?” He said, he probably started his sentence before even answering. Sure enough, he was the team nurse. Took a first aid class during the summer after I broke my arm. “Hey, someone’s outside watching me, can you come get me?” I said. I heard him shoot up half way through the sentence, “What do you mean someone’s watching you?” He blurted out, he was pretty loud, probably so he didn’t have to explain to Mara where he was going. “As in someone’s sitting outside recording me!” I whisper-screamed at him. “Hey, I gotta-” He started, followed by Mara telling him to “Go, it’s an emergency, get moving!” I would’ve laughed in any other situation, but... I was honestly more afraid this person would figure out I saw them. Did they already know? If they did and brought a weapon, I don’t doubt they’d attack Mickey. “Hurry!” I whispered and hung up. I just had to play cool until he got here. Ok, I can do this. By the time my eyes weren’t breaking away from the light I realized how fucked I was. I can’t even talk to a new person without freaking out, much less let them sit in the bushes and record me for their wank collection. DING! I snatched up my phone. “I’m here, let’s go,” Don’t have to tell me twice, I shot for my bag, grabbed it, and ran! Not gonna wait for that guy to get his rocks off to scram! I hopped in the passenger seat and slammed the door. I opened his glove box and grabbed his revolver. “Hey, that’s not a toy!” he yelled. I put it back, sighing. So much for castle doctrine.

The Vallen residence 7:00 am, February 14th, 2019.

You might be wondering why I decided to get up so early. I did too, I had no self-confidence, none at all, in fact I had negative self-confidence. These are things you already probably knew. Unless trees, Beth, or adventure was involved, I’d constantly doubt myself. My Facebook time line reminded me what day it was with a picture I never wanted to see again. Me, in a sparkly red dress, and there, with their arm around me was my former lover Alex. Alex was nonbinary and a real tough lookin folk. Their wardrobe was probably the costume design for The Terminator. The dark hair and biker jacket used to turn me on... now it just hurts. They went missing a while back, no one said anything. That was about three years ago, and every year since Mickey gave me something on Valentine’s Day, the cards always calling me his dearest friend. It was nice but it didn’t change much. They were still gone. Fuck it, this time I’m finally not gonna be sad! I opened the closet and grabbed the same red dress from the photo and threw it on quickly. I ran to the bathroom and flung open the makeup drawer. Digging through it I realized how old most of the stuff was. I grabbed what little wasn’t empty or expired and threw it on. Some black eyeshadow, mascara, and red lipstick never hurt anyone! I looked up in the mirror and felt... good for once! Not because of all the pretty shit, although that never hurt, but because for the first time in a while I was taking control. I grabbed my converse shoes and threw them on quick, stole a granola bar from the pantry and ran out to the bus stop. I leaped in through the door way panting, the other kids from my stop must’ve thought I truly lost it, and maybe I have. I sat down and checked my purse. Card? Check! We were good to go. I threw on “Jessie’s Girl” and watched out the window at everything passing by.  

Big Horn High School, 7:25 am, February 14th, 2019

The bus was late, so there went dropping it in her computer bag early today. Guess I’d have second period, besides, she’s busy with club stuff in the mornings anyways. How does she even do it? “Ms. Vallen!” Mr. Hadison called after me. “I know, I’m late! Trust me, I got some good photos for class-” I started, turning around to see the one, the only special agent/Uber driver Chuck Garrison. “Ms. Vallen what a pleasure-” He stopped mid-sentence, “We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Shit, girl, we’re so dead! Does he know? For now, act like he doesn’t. “No... Nope, no way Jose!” I said, immediately blowing it. “Yep, I gave you a ride! I could tell the moment you opened your mouth.” He said and honestly I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was serious. “I know we talked earlier about somethings but Mr. Hadison here said you knew anything and everything about instant cameras.” He continued. “I do, why are you asking?” My voice was shaking again. He handed me a picture, “I was wondering if you could tell me anything about who took this photo or the camera used for it?” Ha, that’s it? Man, this would be easy. I took a look at it. It was one of mine, but I knew that if I tried to wiggle out or lie, I was as good as dead. “This looks like a Polaroid OneStep, much like the one I have” I held up my camera and gave it a wiggle. “The photographer, whoever they are, knew their tool like the back of their hand, the coloring is a little off but given the date at the bottom this tends to happen with pictures that are left unprotected for a while.” “Could they have also been called a camera expert like yourself?” Garrison asked, trying to trip me up. “Well, I guess with enough time and practice, anyone could be, don’t really see how a title effects an investigation-” I paused. “Hang on!” I held the picture up to a light and a smile ran across my face. It was the cabin but there was something off. “Someone added a window and a mountain! Whoever gave this to you is bullshiting you!” I handed it back to him, “Can I go to class now, officer? Or did you have any more questions?” He looked at the picture, then me, picture again, me again. He nodded and I headed off. “How did she know that?” Chuck asked. “Told you she’d know what you needed.” Mr. Hadison answered with a slight chuckle.

Lunch, 10:45 am, February 14th,2019.

I sat down at the table with Beth, Mickey, and Mara. They had started talking about whatever plans the couple ™ had and kept insisting Beth came along. I plopped a couple pictures down and started eating. The lack of space and pockets was honestly way more annoying than I remembered. I got a jaw drop from Mickey and a “Wowza!” from Beth, so I assumed it was the dress. “Ok pervs, get it all out now!” I joked, hoping they didn’t have any more comments. “Hey, so sorry but I forgot to get you something,” Mickey said. Three years and he’s never forgotten, hell last year I literally caught him buying a card for me in the middle of January! Who even does that? “What do you mean get her something?” Mara asked, and Beth started typing the answer away on her phone. The annoyed expression on Mara’s face changed to one of guilt. “Yeah, I was surprised too when I first saw him do it.” Beth said. I kept quiet for the rest of lunch, zoning out and eating my food, making sure my pics were good and occasionally showing one or two to the table. The one benefit to a magic camera is that you never run out of film! There were maybe two hundred photos there and I loved almost all of them. The bell rang and Beth shot off, as soon as she was out of ear shot was when I remembered I probably should’ve given her the card.

After school, 2:15 pm, February 14th, 2019.

Walking to Mickey’s truck I saw a bush... sit down. The red light from last night was starting to flash. Was this person really so stupid as to try something like this in broad daylight? I walked over, ready to kick this perv in the face for putting his cameras through such abuse as to violate someone’s privacy when I noticed something glowing... my camera. I stood still, who was seeing this? I started to feel weak, so I ran, sprinting towards Mickey. “It’s-” was about all I could force out before collapsing.

Big Horn Memorial County Hospital, 6:23 pm, February 14th,2019

When I came to, I had an IV in my arm and Beth sitting in a chair nearby. “What happened?” I asked, hoping what I remembered was a fever dream. Beth shot up and kneeled down next to my bed “Hey, you’re ok.” She said in her calming voice. “You passed out, doctors think it was dehydration but I told them that wasn’t possible, I literally watched you drink before you collapsed.” I chuckled softly, “Wow, Beth, you watch me drink? Are you sure it wasn’t you outside last night?” Her smile disappeared. “What?” she seemed scared, as was I. “There was...someone outside your place last night, they were recording me all night and-” Beth cut me off by handing the Children’s survival guide to me. “Someone... or something?” Sure as shit, the page in front of me is what little I remembered seeing. A pale, tall, humanoid creature. They don’t just have cameras, the cameras are their head, constantly watching and draining its victims of all life. Rumor has it that they’re people kidnapped by monsters with magical powers turned into a monster themselves and the only way to free them is if they’re recognized by someone. Their targets are usually someone they’re close to but can also be someone who’s just met them. “Oh yes, because I’ll remember M.C. Camera face!” I said, defeated. A hospital cart rolled by, completely unattended. Beth looked over at it, watching it roll past and looking for any signs of it. She gripped my hand, I guess to keep track of me. The door flung open and the thing came in, Beth stood in between us to block it. I kept Staring at it, trying to think of who could possibly be this camera! That’s when I noticed, it was an old camera. Not just any old camera, but the camera I had used to film my first ever dance with... “Beth, move!” She turned around, “Are you insane, it’s going to kill you!” I sigh and smile at it, “No Beth, they aren’t... please just trust me.” She sighed and moved aside. The stalker got close, leaning in maybe an inch from my face. “I thought of you today, Alex.” I said. The stalker started to emit steam, warping into itself, and yet it had this look. Even though it had no face, you could tell it was giving me a “Thank you” look. Beth and I sat there in watched, tears rolling down my face. As the last of it burned, Beth came over and wiped my tears, holding me close. I spent about an hour just crying with Beth there cradling me. It was nice, but eventually I stopped crying. “Hey,” she said reaching into her purse, “I may or may not have planned something out for tonight that didn’t work because you were in the hospital. But we do have an alternative!” she said, pulling a projector out of her bag. I was pleasantly surprised. “Wait, did you stop Mickey from-” I started. “No silly, just wanted to give you mine first” She said, turning off the lights and turning the projector on. It was her, holding some note cards. It was late and she was quietly reading them from her room but you could tell she cared. “Juniper, I’ve told a million lies to a thousand people but today I have to say the hardest words I have ever said before in my life.” A picture of us went up, in place of her as she laid down next to me. “If there was ever someone I would want to be trapped on an island with, it would be you. You are funny, clever, sweet, and more stunning than you ever give yourself credit for. I knew that the first time I ever asked you for a pencil, and every time after that. The adorable way you stammer over your words when you aren’t confident in yourself reminds me I might actually have a chance to say what I want to say in person. Juniper Susan Vallen...” The projector Beth disappeared as the video ended, replaced by me and the real Beth sitting in the darkness. I felt her face turn towards me, the room barely illuminated by the hallway light through the curtains and the monitors behind me. “I...” she paused. She felt like... well like me trying to talk to someone! “I love you” she barely managed to get out. Fireworks went off in my heart. This can’t be real! “Elizabeth Louenburg...” I paused too for dramatic effect. “I may or may not love you too.” She looked at me like I just told her to go fuck herself “May or may not?” I giggled, “Ok, Ok, yes, I love you too, dummy!” She sat in my lap and kissed me. It was amazing, I didn’t want it to end. But sadly, we were interrupted by someone knocking at the door. Beth sighed and got up, checking the door. “Ok, I’ll ask her if she wants to see you now.” she said to whoever it was, them responding back and her snapping “I don’t care if you’re God himself, if Juni doesn’t want to see you, she doesn’t want to see you!” She shut the door on them and whispered to me “Some guy named Chuck is here to see you.” I gave her a thumbs up and she opened the door. “She said you have five minutes.” Beth said, knowing damn well I didn’t but probably just wanted to spend some more time with her new girlfriend. Chuck sat down, his stereotypical suit and tie looking a little less professional the way it was coming apart. “When I heard our only real witness,” he said, gesturing towards me, “was in the hospital I HAD to rush down here. Juniper,” He said, looking at me like he was losing all hope in this weak case, “do you know of anyone who may have attempted to hurt you in anyway?” I shook my head. “Then how did you break your nose? And how did you pass out in the first place?” Beth started to seem annoyed so I tried to answer him quickly, “I have no idea how I collapsed, doctors noticed a lack of nutrients so that might’ve been it, as far as my nose goes I hit the ground pretty hard so that must’ve done the trick.” And with that his faith seemed restored. “If we happened to get any more pictures from the news or wherever, would you still be willing to identify them?” I nodded and he got up. “Thank you so much! We might just have a case against these traitors after all!” He shook my hand, then Beth’s. “It was nice to meet you, ma’am. I’ll let you girls get back to whatever you were doing.” He winked at me and left. It was odd but... reassuring oddly. Beth sighed and layed next to me, refusing to leave me all night.