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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction | You’re An Idol and Get Injured On Stage [Request]

A/N: But have you seen IU and Mr Park (Her bodyguard) I want a friendship like that with someone please!!!

Seokjin:

The dance break music started to play and you handed your microphone over to a stagehand going over to the centre and holding onto your member's hands as you got onto the back of another. You were supposed to be doing a flip for the dance move but at the last moment, they'd changed the routine without giving you all time to practice.

"ARE YOU READY!?" Another beat drop hit and you jumped into the air putting your arms out at the side and attempting to land back in the arms of your teammates but the beat was off and your members didn't know what to do, Jin screamed as he watched you falling down onto the floor hitting the floor with such a large impact that sound of a bone-breaking could be heard over the loud music. The music cut out as soon as you screamed out in agony not being able to control the painful scream you were trying to hold in,

"Medic!" A member screamed as Jin rushed over to you, your leg was clearly broken as it was twisted a way it wasn't supposed to be and you were crying out in pain.

"Jin! J-Jin!" You whimpered holding onto him as the medic rushed over to the stage, the lights cut out so that no one would be able to see the extent of your injuries and you were loaded into a wheelchair, crying hysterically as you asked Jin not to leave your side.

(X)

"I think I made it look better," Jin said as he pulled the bright pink marker pen away from his newest addiction to your white cast, it was covered in doodles that Jin had done whenever he was with you. Including several inscriptions of your name next to his followed by giant pink hearts. He hadn't left your side since the night you came home from the hospital, he refused to do anything that would take him away from you.

"Four more weeks and I can get this off." You mumbled grabbing a chopstick so that you could itch inside of the cast, it didn't hurt so much anymore and the doctor said you were lucky it was such a clean break or it would have taken longer to heel.

"Four more weeks and then the physical therapy starts." Jin reminded you, he'd gotten you one of the best physical therapists in Seoul since you wanted to be able to get back to work right away, you missed being able to dance around on stage but for now you were strictly confined to a chair while you sang along.

Yoongi:

Yoongi hated that you were doing this routine, there were stagehands carrying you as you laid on their hands as if they were a bed and you had to sing into a microphone while up in the air. You'd done it so much that it no longer scared you but to Yoongi it scared him every time you got into their arms, every time you went up there was another chance you could slip and hurt yourself or they could drop you and hurt you. He was so protective of you that if it was down to him you would be wrapped in bubble wrap and told to perform like that but this was one of your fan's favourite moves that you all did. You were singing your lines as the stagehands walked you across the stage, about to hit your mark when one slipped injuring herself and dropping you onto the ground in the process. You whimpered passing your microphone into your other hand as you tried to perform the rest of the song as nothing had happened but Yoongi knew instantly something was wrong with you, the way you were holding yourself was different and you weren't moving your arm correctly.

(X)

"I told you the move was dangerous," Yoongi said as the doctor wrapped the plaster cast around your wrist to secure it in place, you and the doctor both stared at him from where you were sitting,

"Don't say I told you so to someone who has a plaster cast on Yoongi...They hurt when they're set." You told him, the doctor started laughing at the both of you as she finished up your cast.

"You'll be free to leave in about an hour, I'll get you some pain medication to help the healing." You thanked her and turned back to Yoongi who was blushing at the doctor who had been laughing at him.

Hoseok:

Award ceremonies were your favourite, you got to perform and give people their awards it was something you loved doing.

"Next up we have BTS Performing their new single Stay Gold." You said into the microphone as the camera panned out and the live show cut to an advert, your co-presenter walked off the stage and you went over to talk to Hoseok before he performed,

"Baby be careful!" Before you could even think about what he had said you foot fell into one of the holes in the stage and you tripped forward hitting your face into the floor as you couldn't stretch out to stop yourself in time. You hissed holding your face as four people all helped you stand up and get out of the hole, you hopped over to some seats backstage Hoseok wanted to rush over to you but the music started and they had to go onto the stage.

"Go! I'll be here when you get back." You promised him as a medic began rushing to your side to help you out.

(X)

That night you'd finished the show by leaning on Hoseok with one leg in the air as you presented the final award of the night, all of your fans knew that you and Hoseok were an item so this was no big deal but as soon as fans saw your ankle Twitter went wild.

"Everyone thinks you did it backstage in the dressing rooms," Hoseok laughed looking through your twitter as you groaned to yourself, your manager told you it was up to you what you were going to tell them and normally you were open and honest about everything but this was just embarrassing.

"Just tell them the truth baby, they'll find it funny but at least you can laugh along with them." You glared at him as he started laughing and recreating the face you made as you fell down onto the floor.

"You owe me ice cream." You told him as you got off the sofa and limped over to the kitchen to get something to eat.

Namjoon:

It was pouring it down above the stage and Namjoon watched anxiously from the backstage as you performed with the rest of your group. There were a bunch of other idols performing today because the show you were singing on wanted to get some shots of the final day but no one had counted on it raining and making the stage dangerous. The camera panned down to you and you began singing into your microphone while holding eye contact with the camera, something everyone had to do when the camera came down to them. You rance your way to the back of your group getting ready to do more of the routine when you slipped on the water knocking into the main rapper and sending you both falling to the floor, you cried out in agony as you tried to move your ankle to get up from the floor. There were no second chances at this, this was the final take but Namjoon rushed over to you while your band members boyfriend rushed over to them, your ankle was already starting to swell and throb and your band member couldn't move their arm.

"CUT!" The music cut out as paramedics rushed over to you and your friend,

"It's a clean break," The paramedic said as he looked down at your ankle.

(X)

"Namjoon-ah," You whined as he got up from behind you again to go and get you something to drink, you'd only just finished the water he'd given to you and now he was rushing around. It was all he'd been doing since you broke your ankle, he signed your cast and then wouldn't leave your side. You understand that boyfriends were supposed to be protective but even this was a little much,

"The doctor told you I would be fine-"

"I want to look after you." You whined out as he sat back down behind you again,

"If you want to look after me stop moving every three seconds, you're comfy and I'm sleepy." You whispered to him snuggling against him as you got comfortable on his chest, you'd spent the whole night before in the hospital waiting for the doctor to put a cast on you and you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was sleep but Namjoon insisted you stay away even though you hadn't hit your head on anything.

"Can I just nap, Namjoon I haven't slept in over 32-Hours" He sighed nodding at you and letting you close your eyes.

Jimin:

You smiled at fans in the front row as you sang into your microphone,

"I LOVE YOU!" Someone screamed loudly making you laugh halfway through your line as you began performing the new comeback single with the rest of your group when your line finished you blew them a kiss.

"I love you too guys!" You yelled back looking at your security guard who was watching you closely to make sure nothing was going to happen to you. He panicked far too much but Jimin was the one who hired your guard, he wasn't happy with the one your company had given you and hired this one instead, telling you he was the best of the best. You began singing more of your lines when a fan reached out to touch you nothing new about it but this time he'd managed to grab onto your ankle and pull you quite roughly. You slipped off onto the floor next to the stage and cried out into the microphone. The music stopped instantly and your guard rushed over.

"Y/n?!" The fan who had pulled you kept trying to grab onto you again trying to pull you towards him but your guard pushed him away asking for more security to be put in place, your fans all turned to the one that had grabbed you and helped security hold onto him to escort him from the venue.

(X)

"He touched you-"

"My ankle, he held onto my ankle and pulled me down." You corrected Jimin who was red in the face with anger. He was ready to go and find the 'fan' that had done it when your guard came into the room with some more ice for your ankle.

"He could have broken your leg," Jimin was furious that you weren't more upset about this than you were,

"It's just some ligament damage in my ankle, it'll heal." You promised him hissing as the ice came into contact with your swollen ankle on the chair in front of you,

"We found the guy that had grabbed onto you, he's a Sasaeng." You and Jimin turned to your personal guard and thanked him for everything he'd been doing, from the moment you hit the floor he hadn't left your side unless it was to go and get you some ice or something to eat.

"Are you pressing charges against him?" Jimin questioned sitting down next to you as he stared at your ankle,

"Yeah, I-I need to do something to make sure it doesn't happen again right?" He nodded in agreement holding back to the comment that he would have done something worse to the guy that touched you but you could already tell he wanted to kill him.

"I'm fine Jimin," You leant up to kiss his cheek and he sighed the thought that someone could just grab onto you like that scared him.

"I'll double up your security, triple it if I have to-"

"You don't. I'm fine." You whispered kissing him again to stop him from ranting on about it all.

Taehyung:

You were performing in one of the largest stadiums in Seoul it had been your dream to do this since you were a kid and now you were finally doing it with everyone you loved around you. Your family were in the front row cheering you on while Taehyung - your boyfriend was backstage cheering you on since he couldn't be out in the crowd.

"You guys have been amazing!" Your leader screamed into their microphone as you went to grab some water from the stage,

"It's always been our dream to be able to play here and here we are!" You yelled into your microphone picking up a bottle of water and sipping from it, you were out of breath and panting heavily from the new routine you'd just shown them - a sneak peek into the next comeback.

"We hope you guys have enjoyed watching us as much as we've enjoyed performing for you but now we have to say goodbye." As your leader spoke you pouted out into the crowd blowing kisses to fans that were watching you closely.

"We'll be back though, we'll be back and better than ever!" You promised, laughing as they all started screaming back at you.

"We want to just-" Your voice was cut off by you screaming as a firework at the front of the stage went off without warning or in the correct timing, it exploded in the air but you fell backwards onto the stage clutching your arm as the sparks hit you.

"TOWEL!" Taehyung was on the stage within a matter of seconds holding a wet towel on your arm and looking into your eyes to make sure you were okay.

(X)

"Minor burns Tae, I'm fine." You told him as he paced around the doctors office in front of you, he'd rushed you to see someone right away even though you told him you were fine and the doctor told him the same thing.

"You could have been set on fire!" You held onto his hand, you knew why he was panicking so much but it was an accident, a small oversight and no one was seriously hurt in the process.

"I'm fine Taehyung," He walked over to you sitting down beside you on the bed as he plotted to find out who was in charge of the timing of the fireworks and who he was going to have to yell at for hurting you.

"Taehyung please I'm fine," You whispered to him leaning up to kiss him on the lips but he sighed at you, he was upset that you weren't more upset about this. It was something that could have seriously hurt you but you were brushing it under the rug as though it meant nothing.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was watching soundcheck since he couldn't be there tonight while you were performing, you were walking along the thing walkway where you could connect with fans during the concert that night.

"Y/n you have to do your turn!" A stage manager yelled through a megaphone to you, you rolled your eyes doing the turn as you walked back down the thin walkway. Jungkook hated it, it was the only thing he hated about the routines that you did, the walkway was a super thin piece of metal and you all had to do a turn on it, putting yourself at risk.

"One more and you're done." The stage manager said as you began walking up the thin piece again doing the twirl but this time Jungkook watched in horror as your ankle buckled underneath itself and you slipped falling down onto the floor and cutting your leg open.

"Y/n!" Jungkook sprinted out onto the stage coming over to you to check if you were okay, you groaned running your hand down your leg to see the blood on it.

"It's just a small cut," You lied trying to move away from Jungkook but ended up limping in the process, he helped you up and took you over to the onsite paramedic who cut open the jeans you were wearing.

"Shit." Jungkook hissed looking at the gash that was on your shin, a piece of metal had cut into your leg causing the wound but it was nothing that couldn't be healed with some butterfly stitches and a couple of days rest.

"I'm still performing-"

"No you're not!" Jungkook snapped looking at you and then to your manager who was nodding along, he saw no reason as to why you couldn't be allowed to perform if you were going to stay seated the entire time.

"I'll sit on a chair on the main stage, I'll rest it I won't dance." You told Jungkook who was making it clear he was against the entire idea of it.

"Jungkook-"

"We won't let any of them onto the walkway either, it'll be taken out of the routine." Your manager promised Jungkook that you would never have to do it again and it set him at ease a little more as you looked up at him.

"I still don't like it." You nodded at him, you understood why he was upset you knew you would feel the same way if it was him in this position instead of you.

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writingwithadinosaur · 5 years ago

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“Affirmations” - Oneshot

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Malcolm Bright x Reader

Word Count: 1,365

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color Chunks or lines of text that are in italics means that it's (Y/N)’s thoughts.

Warnings: None that I can think of. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: While attempting his morning routine, Malcolm finds a surprise.

Author’s Note: I literally wrote this in two hours and then decided to immediately post it. So I’m sorry if it’s messy or anything!

I came up with this idea thanks to the Prodigal son twitter actually. They tweet out daily affirmations and they kind of help me some days when I need good words. Today they helped me with my thoughts and helped come up with this idea.

This was not beta-read, so please let me know if there are any errors!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

- DreaSaurusREX

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It was another semi-restful night for Malcolm. He had been getting more than his average 2-4 hours of sleep a night thanks to your relationship. Neither of you knew exactly how it helped him sleep, but you both were thankful for it. Malcolm had mentioned that people had begun noticing the bags under his eyes not being so dark.

Even his mother commented, but she had no idea that you were the reason. She had no idea that you even existed in Malcolm’s life. Malcolm wanted to keep you a secret until “it felt right to tell her.”

As Malcolm came into the kitchen of his apartment, he saw you pouring some coffee into your thermos. You were already dressed, so he knew he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the morning with you. Malcolm lazily walked next to you and kissed your cheek.

“Good morning, sleepy!” You poke before smiling at him, meeting his lips for a quick kiss, then passing him a mug of coffee. He goes to sit on the other side of the kitchen island while you fix up a lunch to take to work.

“Good morning, darling. Early meeting?”

“Sadly. It's with that insufferable couple that has been taking their sweet time making a decision on whether or not they want to hire me or Walter.” You heard Malcolm choke on his coffee causing you to quickly turn around concerned.

“Wait. They’re choosing between you and Walter? The man that dresses like a toddler and can barely handle one client, let alone two?” You were a bit shocked that he remembered your past comments on your coworker, but you smiled and chuckled at the accuracy.

“And now you know why I think this couple is insufferable.” Malcolm let out a snigger as he took another sip of his coffee and you packed the last of your stuff. He saw you almost ready and stood to walk you to the door, something he always did whenever you had to leave before him.

“I should be home a bit early tonight. I don’t have too much to do after this meeting. But I’ll keep you updated.” Malcolm grabbed your coat as you two walked towards the door. He held it out for you to slip your arms through. You thanked him with a kiss and he reached for the door.

As you were walking through the threshold, you turned back around.

“Please try to eat something before you go out. There are some overnight oats in the fridge, or maybe try to make some eggs? Something to make sure you don’t die from stupidity.”

“You do know that there are other stupid ways I could die that don’t involve my lack of appetite, right?” You knew Malcolm was half-joking through that smile on his face, but you knew there was some truth behind it. You couldn’t help but shoot a slightly parental look at him.

“And I would like to keep ‘dying from starvation’ off that list of stupid ways to die. Eat. I’ll text you when I leave the office. Love you!” You waved as you walked out to try and catch the bus. Malcolm chuckled and made his way back inside, stopping nearby the birdcage in the main room.

“What should we try to stomach today, Sunshine?”

As per your request, Malcolm spent the next 10 or so minutes making some eggs and toast. Simple, shouldn’t upset his stomach too much.

Malcolm set down his plate and second cup of coffee on the kitchen island, getting ready to start his routine. As he sat down, he pulled his pill container and his box of daily affirmations closer. As he brought the box closer, he noticed something different: The top card wasn’t in the typical type font that he knew. Instead, it was handwritten. He read it out loud before trying to figure out whose handwriting it was.

“I am the architect of my life; I build its foundation and choose its contents. -(Y/N/N)”

Malcolm couldn’t help but smile wide when he realized that it was your handwriting You had even doodled a small heart in the corner.

Looking back at the box of affirmations, he saw that some of the cards were now just a smidge taller than the others, most likely marking where you had put in your own affirmations for him to read. He almost picked out the odd ones to read them, but he decided against it.

Before he could think much further, the very familiar voice of Jessica Whitly rang through the door. Malcolm flipped the card upside down on the counter and took a bite out of his toast, not wanting to have her find out about you just yet. Inviting herself in and filling up a glass of water, she started pouring her stream of consciousness out to the slightly annoyed ears of Malcolm.

“Malcolm, dear! I think I may have been able to work my magic and get you a date! One of the ambassadors for the company I met with yesterday has this beautiful daughter! I really think the two of you would hit it off very well if you would just take a night off and give it a chance!”

“Good morning to you too, Mother. I thought I told you, I don’t need help with dating. I’ve got it under control.” Jessica just sighed, the plate of food in front of him catching her eye.

“Wait- Are you actually eating a meal?”

“Well, I was until you interrupted.” Malcolm’s phone chimed next to him. All he read was Gil’s name and the word “homicide” and he was hooked. “And before there was a triple homicide in a botanical garden.”

Jessica couldn’t help but scowl slightly in disgust. She still didn’t understand why her son would willingly surround himself with death like this, but if it kept him close, she accepted it. Malcolm stood to usher her to the door when she noticed the card slightly hidden under his breakfast plate.

“You know, you could have just told me that you had a girlfriend from the beginning,” Jessica said cooly as she looked Malcolm in the eye.

“What are you talking about?” Malcolm tried to play dumb, Jessica just raised an eyebrow in response and turned to walk out the door.

“I want to meet her. How does dinner Thursday night sound? I’ll invite Ainsley too. I’m sure she would love to meet this (Y/N) girl. I’ll send you the details later.” And with that, she was out the door, leaving Malcolm slightly dumbfounded.

How the hell did she find out about you? None of your stuff was out for her to see that you were occasionally staying with him. There wasn’t any lingering scent of your perfume that he could tell. There definitely weren’t any pictures of the two of you in this part of the apartment. So how did she figure it out?

Still confused, Malcolm turned back to try and have another few bites of his breakfast when he saw it. The evidence.

You had written on the back of the card:

“I know these are cliche and maybe not the best affirmations, but I wanted to help shake things up a bit! Maybe make you smile a bit more! Love you!

-- (Y/N)”

Malcolm chortled as he ran his hands up his face and through his hair and sighed.

He knew it wasn’t going to be too awful introducing you to his mother and Ainsley, and he really did love you. But he couldn’t help but be nervous at the thought of an infamous Whitly family dinner as your first interaction with both of them.

He took another bite of food when Gil texted him the address of the crime scene. Shaking his head slightly in an attempt to shake away the thought, Malcolm took his medications and reread both sides of today’s affirmation, finding a pure smile to form over his face. With that smile still there, he turned to get dressed for the day, talking to his bird as he walked away from his half-eaten breakfast.

“Well, this week is just turning out to be all kinds of fun, isn’t it, Sunshine?”

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bitsandbobsandstuff · 6 years ago

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Best. Proposal. Ever.

Summary: Every year, Bucky makes his new year’s resolutions. And every year, he fails. Maybe this time, with a little help from his favourite girl, things will turn out different.

Characters: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Bad language. Some well deserved murder and discussions of Bucky’s sexy man parts.

A/N: After writing Best. Date. Ever. I needed a sequel to explore this crazy relationship a little more. Both stories are connected, but you can read them in either order. Thanks a million to my fabulous boo @interestedbystanderwrites who decided to host a challenge and give me the idea for the next part of their story. This is all about “New Year’s Resolutions” so here we go!

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JANUARY 1

The wall feels blessedly cool against your forehead. Resisting the urge to bang your head repeatedly, you try an angry whispered pep talk.

“Come on. Come on. Go. This is not a big deal, it’s not. Get in there. Now. Now. Now.”

The kitchen is so close the scent of fresh coffee makes your mouth water. You could be in there, sipping that delicious black gold, but no. Instead, you’re standing in the hallway, shuffling awkwardly and berating yourself.

See, here’s the problem.

Last night at midnight, there were fireworks and party horns screaming as the New Year arrived. Slightly tipsy on champagne and caught up in the crazy whirl, you melted into Bucky’s snuggly hug. When he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, the feel was pure electricity. Without thinking, you turned into him, pressing your lips to his.

It was tradition. A kiss at midnight. Everyone does it.

Except you lingered.

Breaking the kiss, you didn’t step away. It was far too easy to let yourself drown in those cool blue eyes. He held your stare and you saw the excitement brewing in his face. Then he took a breath, and you knew if he spoke, your walls would crumble.

Because since day one, Bucky’s made it abundantly clear he wants more.

So, like always, you panicked. Stepped back. Made another excuse and rushed off before he could speak.

On the surface, it makes no sense. Bucky Barnes is it, the full package. Full of dry humor and sweet smiles, his no filter approach to life leaves you breathless at time. And of course, there’s the obvious.

He is delightfully, scandalously sexy.

But you know starting something with him won’t work. Relationships are always hard, but when you tack on the business of avenging? They’re damn near impossible. Keeping your distance is best. Bucky always looks disappointed, but he respects the decision. Although it doesn’t stop him from flirting outrageously every time you’re together. You know he’s holding out hope that you’ll change your mind.

Cut to this morning.

You know he’s sitting alone in the kitchen. A barrier of sinfully sexy man sits between you and the coffee and you’re feeling exceedingly stupid about last night’s reaction to an innocent kiss.

“Go. Just sack the fuck up and go.”

Shoving yourself into the kitchen, you find Bucky hunched over a piece of paper. Deep in concentration, his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth while he writes and the sheer adorableness makes your brain go fuzzy. Wide swaths of skin are on full display, as he’s decided to visually massacre you today by wearing nothing but a ragged pair of sweatpants.

Fuck.

“Morning,” he says, his voice quiet with a handful of gravel.

“Morning,” you murmur and head straight for the coffee, where the first sip sends caffeine surging through your veins. Sighing blissfully, you glance up to find him watching you, a small smile on his lips. “What are you doing?”

“New year’s resolutions,” he says. “Make them every year, but never seem to finish them.” He gives you considered look. “Keep thinking maybe I just need the right…motivation.”

“Maybe I can help,” you offer. “Tell me your list and I’ll keep you on track.”

“You’d do that?”

“Sure, I can whip you into shape.”

Bucky makes a little humming sound. “That sounds like a good time.”

Embarrassment skitters down your spine at the innuendo. “Well, you – um, show me what you’ve got.”

With a flourish, he brandishes the list. Written in careful block letters, you find three items and a random assortment of doodles.

Dance more

Find my karaoke song

Stop holding grudges

Whatever you expected, it wasn’t this. You’d assume Bucky Barnes’ new year’s resolutions included things like increase number of fiery explosions per mission and learn three new ways to sever a femoral artery, but these are surprisingly normal.

“These are great, Bucky. Are you only doing three though? I thought you only made lists in multiples of four.”

He gives you a cheeky wink. “I like that you know that. But no. I’m living on the edge this year.”

“Ah. I like your drawings.”

“Right? Everyone thinks Steve’s the artist, but I hold my own,” he points to the line of knives and grenades and cats he’s drawn down the page. “Figure if I get tired of murder and revenge, this could be another career path.”

The decisiveness in his voice makes you bite back a smile.

“Well, I swear I’ll harass you whenever required,” you say and Bucky’s nose scrunches when he grins.

Gathering up your coffee, and thanking god you made it out without looking like an idiot, you turn to walk away when he suddenly barks out a request.

“Wait! We should shake on it. Make it official.”

Sometimes he gets weirdly formal about things, so you capitulate with a firm shake. Right before you pull away, you feel him curl his finger and teasingly tickle your palm.

A long shiver runs from your head to your toes. Tugging your hand nervously away, you fold it behind your back. He smiles, little crinkles lining his eyes.

It’s distracting.

“Um. Okay. Bye then.”

And you turn and hurry from the kitchen.

Bucky scratches his nose with the pen cap and watches you leave. He starts to fold up his list, when an idea pops in his head. One he’s been thinking about for ages. Since the very first day he met you.

Best day ever, actually.

Smoothing out the list, he adds one more thing. Then he folds it carefully and slips it into his pocket.

*****

RESOLUTION #1: DANCE MORE

“Sometimes I can’t believe this is our job,” Bucky says with relish. He adjusts his duffel bag, dragging you through the crowded alley.

Tripping along behind him, you hold tight to his sleeve. “Remind me why you volunteered for this mission?”

“I said I wanted to dance more,” he answers nonchalantly. “New Year’s resolution and all. Seemed like a good opportunity.”

“But it’s a strip club. I thought you meant like, you wanted to tap dance or something. You know you’ll be dancing on a stage. In front of people. In tiny underwear. Like - very tiny underwear.”

“What?” Bucky gasps and stops so abruptly you slam into him. He spins around to face you. “Are you saying people will see my special naughty place?”

“You’re an asshole,” you grumble and he laughs.

“Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be encouraging my resolutions. You promised to support me.”

“Yeah, well…”

You did agree. You just didn’t know fulfilling the resolution would involve wiggling his man bits for all the world to see.

Not that it matters. Because it doesn’t. It doesn’t.

There’s a burly bouncer guarding the back entrance to the club and he lifts an eyebrow when you both arrive. Bucky turns it on, rubbing his neck and giving the man a shaky smile.

“Hello sir. Is it okay if she comes with me? It’s my first time on stage and I’m just feeling so nervous, you know? Like, ugh! Are people gonna like my dance and will I be able to swing around the pole right and what if my junk falls out of my underwear too soon? God, it’s like, so stressful!”

The man rolls his eyes, waves you through, and goes back to Tinder swiping.

“Nailed it,” Bucky whispers smugly. “Hashtag espionage.”

Backstage, the world smells like baby powder and perfume. The club specifically hires dancers who look like celebrities, and seeing a parade of scantily clad men and women you think you recognise is strange.

Bucky looks around with interest. You suddenly want to staple his eyes shut.

“Quit staring,” you mutter. “We’re supposed to be undercover.”

“I’m not staring, it’s reconnaissance. Why? Does it bother you?” He nudges you. “Don’t worry, you know I only prefer you. Gimmie that green light and I’ll prove it.”

Hefting the duffel bag on the make-up table labelled DANCER 3: WINTER SOLDIER, he empties the contents.

“Bucky, you know we – ”

“Aha!” Fishing his outfit for the night from the pile, he dangles it in front of you. “Sexy right? You gonna be okay with everyone seeing me in tiny underwear?”

That’s – okay. That’s a red g-string. He’s going to wear a red g-string and get all sweaty and oily and dance in front of everyone.

This is bullshit.

“I’m – that’s just. Yeah. Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

Why the hell did your voice scale up? He tilts his head and there’s that smartass little grin.

“No reason. Just hoping you might wanna keep my ass all to yourself.”

“Well, I’d hate to deprive the world from the glory that is your ass.”

“I do have a great ass,” Bucky agrees solemnly. “You know there’s even a Twitter account for it?”

“I know,” you say drily. “You started that Twitter account.”

“Well, someone needed to. Alright, I gotta change now.”

And he starts stripping.

He kicks off his boots and tugs his shirt over his head and your mouth goes dry. His fingers fiddle with the zipper of his jeans and he slides it down slowly, your eyes following with fascination. When he starts to pull the jeans open, you lick your lips.

Bucky clears his throat.

Wide eyes fly up to meet his and you find a ridiculously smug expression.

“Sorry,” you sputter and he shrugs.

“S’okay. I like when you look at me. You’re gonna oil me up for this too, right?”

He tosses you a bottle of baby oil and you immediately fumble it. It slips and slides and you drop it, step on it, and kick it under the make-up table.

Bucky looks at you in surprise.

Panicked, you make a beeline for the door, calling behind you.

“I gotta go. You’re good. Have – fun. Or whatever. Bye.”

Thirty minutes later, you’ve finished a sweep of the place and settled into position. Waiting for Bucky’s show to begin, the internal debate rages fiercely.

It doesn’t matter, right? Bucky Barnes isn’t yours. There’s no friend’s with benefits thing and you don’t want a relationship. You don’t. You’ve made that perfectly clear.

So, here’s the million dollar question then: if you don’t care, why the hell does the idea of an oily, naked, dancing Bucky make you want to blind everyone else in this club?

You have a problem.

“Fucking focus,” you snap to yourself. Fixing your eyes on the evening’s targets, the four Hydra assholes in the booth opposite the stage, you shove aside the mental images of oily, naked, dancing Bucky and concentrate.

Sort of.

Until –

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new dancer. Here for his stage debut, put your hands together for our sexy Winter Soldier!”

The lights dim.

Smoke billows across the stage and a tall shadow appears in the door leading backstage. Broad shouldered, shoulder length hair, even the arrogant outline of his body exudes sex.

Full scale theatrics. Of course.

He steps forward and the spotlight embraces him. Music blares through the speakers and the crowd goes ballistic.

Dressed all in black, from his leather jacket and leather pants, to the combat boots and mask hiding his face, he murder struts across the stage and grabs the pole. With his left hand, he lifts himself easily, curving his body gracefully as he swings a slow circle.

“Oh my god,” you grit out.

“Oh my god,” you hear two women beside you groan happily.

Bucky dances like he owns the stage, punctuating each heavy bass beat with a thrust of his hips. As he moves, he drags down the zipper of his leather jacket, teasing it from his shoulders until is slides off and he launches it into the crowd.

Under the low light, his bare chest shimmers with oil.

“Jesus that arm is realistic,” a guy behind you shouts.

Bending at the waist, he runs his hands slowly up his legs and then reaches behind and slaps his ass. Popping the button on his way too tight leather pants, he starts to shimmy them down his hips. How he manages to get out of them so easily is a question for the ages, but there they go, flying into the audience.

Cocking his hip, he poses. Dark hair frames the black mask and his thick thighs are accentuated by his black combat boots, and of course, there it is, in all its itty-bitty glory.

The red g-string.

What. The. Fuck.

“What the fuck,” you whine under your breath.

And then it gets worse.

He falls to his hands and knees and crawls across the stage. It feels like you swallowed sawdust so you start chugging a bottle of water. When he reaches the end, he sits up on his knees and drags his hands through his hair. His hips mimic the heavy bass beat, rolling in a slow, pulsing rhythm.

“This is fucking bullshit,” you hiss. Fingering the rough handle of the gun strapped beneath your coat, you glare at the beautiful woman by the stage who’s now enthusiastically shoving dollar bills in the waistband of Bucky’s underwear.

Later, you’ll thank god and Steve Rogers’ precise ops planning timeline, for saving you from accidentally shooting her in the foot on purpose.

Because here’s what happens next.

Like a record scratch, the music ends and that’s the cue. Lightning fast, Bucky flips backward, and you’re not sure how he does it without his dick flopping out of his tiny underwear, but mid-roll, he snakes two knives from his boots and lets them fly.

Wickedly sharp blades hit the necks of the two men on the edge of the booth. The other two men leap up, drawing their guns, but they’re so focused on Bucky, they never see you coming. Two well aimed bullets hit their mark and both drop.

There’s plenty of screaming in the club, although half the crowd appears entertained, thinking maybe it’s all part of the Winter Soldier show. But then the lights go up and here come Sam and Steve, bringing it to a close.

Handcuffs, several arrests, a little more baby oil, and a few mission reports later, the place is clearing out.

Bucky stands by the stage, still dressed in his tiny underwear and combat boots, a patient smile on his face. The same woman who was shoving money down his pants earlier is batting her eyelashes and trailing her finger down his arm.

It makes you see red, and no, that’s not a euphemism for the scrap of cloth covering his goods. In that moment, the clouds clear and you realise something.

Maybe it’s a good idea, maybe it’s not – but you’re done ignoring this feeling.

Stalking toward them, Bucky shoots you a look, begging to be extracted from the conversation. Stepping between them, you face the woman, removing her hand from his bicep and giving her a brittle smile.

“Hi. Time to back off, Karen.”

“My name’s not Karen,” she sneers.

“Whatever.” Pulling the money from Bucky’s underwear, you turn around and shove the fistful of bills in her face. “He’s good, thanks.”

She looks like she’s going to say something, but you make a waving motion with your hands. “Shoo. Go away.”

Turning back to face him, you find a dark little smirk.

“Jealous, honey cakes?” he asks saucily.

“Insanely,” you admit and shock lights up his face. Locking your fingers behind his neck, you pull his face toward you. “I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot. Can I change my mind? I want to try this you and me thing. If you’re still interested, I mean.”

“Holy shit, I’m so fucking interested,” he says eagerly.

“Also, I know you wanted to dance more this year, but how about no more dancing unless it’s just for me. Is that okay?”

Bucky answers with a deep kiss and you feel him grinning.

“Fuck yes it’s okay,” he sucks your lip when he pulls back. “See, I knew you loved my ass. You can run the Twitter account now, if you want.”

RESOLUTION #1: DANCE MORE

*****

RESOLUTION #2: FIND MY KARAOKE SONG

Deep in thought, Bucky slouches in the cracked leather booth. Absently peeling the label from a bottle of beer, he flips through a fat notebook stuffed with song titles.

Once in a blue moon, the world decides to play nice and you find yourself mission free for a night. It seems like the perfect opportunity to work down his list, so with a little cajoling and a few well-placed kisses, here you are.

“I don’t know about this,” he says doubtfully.

“I do. Come on, you’ll be great.”

“Well I know that,” he says, taking a swing of beer. “I’m always awesome. So are you, by the way. I’m just not sure any of these songs can really showcase my awesomeness.”

“The ongoing tragedy of your life,” you reply in amusement.

He snorts in agreement as he flips through the binder, page after page, shunning every song he finds, until he stops. Shuffles back a few pages and a sly smile emerges.

“Nevermind. I have it. Best idea ever,” he decides. Slamming the book shut, he picks up the stubby little pencil, scribbling the title on a piece of paper. When you try to get a peek, he shields it from view and tuts at you.

Bemused, you steel yourself for the inevitable occurrence that comes with taking Bucky Barnes anywhere.

That is to say: shit might get weird.

Folding the paper into a complex paper airplane, he aims it at the kid manning the karaoke machine. It zips through the air and lands right on top of the pile of song requests. The kid looks unfolds the paper and looks around, searching for the requester.

Bucky waves maniacally and points to himself. The kid gives him a strange look. Looks at the paper in confusion. Looks back up to Bucky, who nods again and gives him two enthusiastic thumbs up. The kid shrugs and punches the song into the machine.

Now officially decision free, he snakes an arm over your shoulders and nuzzles his face against your neck. Tugging your legs toward him, he walks feather light fingers up your thigh, slipping under your skirt.

“Hey, listen,” he breathes against your skin and goosebumps bloom in the path of cool metal. “Think I’m gonna need some physical encouragement. My ego’s very fragile.”

“No, it’s not.”

“No, it’s not. But how’s about you lemme feel your panties anyway?”

“Bucky stop,” you whisper sternly, pushing his hand down, “saying panties. It’s creepy. Now get your head in the game.”

“Okay,” he whispers, choking back a laugh. He squeezes your knee instead. “But just tell me one thing though, and be honest – are they lace? I fucking love lace.”

“Yes, I know. You texted me seven times while I was shopping. Try not to suck ass up there and maybe later you’ll find out.”

He makes a growling noise and bites your ear.

“Fuck me, you’re so god damn sexy.”

Whiling away the time until his song, he spends the next fifteen minutes trying to persuade you to join him in the bathroom for ‘just one quick peek at your underpanties, I swear that’s all.’ His fingers are stroking the inside of your thigh and you’re this close to giving in, when a voice booms through the bar.

“James Barnes! You’re up.”

“Woo yeah, here we go,” Bucky sings out. Planting a huge kiss on your lips, he rolls from the booth and heads up front.

Foregoing the stairs, because he’s exceptionally dramatic, he leaps onto the stage and finger-guns the crowd as he strolls to the centre. Plucking the microphone from the stand, he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, bounces on his toes and shakes his arms, loosening up. His voice drops several octaves when he lifts the mic and speaks.

“This one,” he drawls, raising a finger and aiming at you, “is for that absolutely gorgeous creature right there.”

Then he blows you a kiss and looks over to the sound guy working the music.

“Hit it Jeeves,” he orders.

There’s a momentary pause and the down beat hits. And there, on the stage of a small divey karaoke bar on the outskirts of Manhattan, you see something you never expected.

Bucky Barnes, belting out Beyonce without a hint of self-consciousness.

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain

How I’m feeling and my pride is the one to blame

‘Cause I know I don’t understand

Just how your love can do what no one else can

The blue screen displaying the lyrics is wholly unnecessary. He clearly knows the song by heart, his rendition is flawless and his Beyonce imitation so perfectly on point, you wonder when the hell he had time to memorise it all.

Watching him in that moment, a flash of understanding fills your head, and you know. Beyond a shadow of doubt, you know.

You are in love with this man.

Crazy in love.

Wildly and completely, with every piece of your heart.

If you ain’t there, ain’t nobody else to impress

It’s the way that you know what I thought I knew

It’s the beat my heart skips when I’m with you

But I still don’t understand

Just how your love can do what no one else can

Basking in the fresh knowledge, you laugh when Bucky suddenly jumps from the stage. Without missing a beat, he remains effortlessly in tune. Eyes locked on you, he dances his way through the crowded tables, a slow progression toward you.

And when he arrives, you fall even further.

Hand on his heart, Bucky serenades you, big and sweaty and beautiful. When he motions you up, you climb easily from the booth and find yourself face to face in the unexpected spotlight.

‘Cause your love’s got the best of me,

And baby, you’re making a fool of me,

You got me sprung and I don’t care who sees

‘Cause, baby, you got me, you got me so crazy –

“Nah, fuck it.”

He ends the song there, dropping the mic where it hits the floor with a screech. Curling a wide palm behind your neck, another around your waist, he dips you back over his arm and captures your lips in a searing kiss. Throwing every drop of passion into the kiss, you jump and he catches you, pulling your legs tight around his hips. His mouth slants across yours and he keeps kissing you, longer and harder, until you’re both gasping for air.

You feel lightheaded and tingly. And then Bucky bumps his nose against yours and whispers three new words in your ear.

“I love you, honey sugar. I really do, I’m so fucking crazy for you. Just in case that wasn’t clear.”

Raking your fingers through his messy mop of hair, you kiss his forehead, his nose, his lips. Every inch of skin you can find.

“I really love you too,” you say breathlessly. “This is our song now, right?”

“You’re damn straight it is.”

RESOLUTION #2: FIND MY KARAOKE SONG

*****

RESOLUTION #3: STOP HOLDING GRUDGES

Perched on the roof, you press your eye to the scope on your rife. Through the cross-hairs, you see people milling below, dressed in cocktail attire. Bucky has his rifle propped up as well and he grunts when he spies one of your targets for the evening.

“Look at that fucking dickbag hitting on that waitress. She looks upset.” He looks over at you and offers his pleading puppy eyes. “I’m gonna shoot him, ‘kay?”

“Bucky, no.”

“Bucky, yes.”

His finger caresses the trigger longingly, until you reach over and push his rifle up. He lets out frustrated little squawk.

“You can’t kill him yet, you’ll blow our position.”

“I didn’t say kill him. I said shoot. Just a little maiming. He deserves it. Please?”

“Later,” you promise and he sighs. Laying his gun on the edge of the wall, he folds his arms and chews his thumbnail in silence.

Well, as silent as Bucky Barnes can ever be.

“I’m still mad about earlier,” he announces.

“I’m still shocked,” you reply.

Turning to you, he eyes you suspiciously.

“Are you mocking me?”

“I would never do that.”

“That sounds fake, but okay. Do you even know why I’m mad?”

Shrugging, you stay focused on the crowd. “Something Sam did, right?”

“It wasn’t just something,” Bucky hisses. “This is serious and I need you to pay attention. Do you remember that time I opened all my blueberry Pop Tarts so they could get stale before I ate them?”

“I do,” you say without looking over. “We had ants for a week.”

He waves his hand dismissively.

“Listen, I’m not looking for a history lesson.”

“Also, that was weird. Who eats stale Pop Tarts?”

“I’m also not interested in unwarranted criticism of my culinary skills. The point is, I thought we all agreed that any and all future stale Pop Tarts were to be consumed by me and me alone.”

“We did agree,” you say.

“Then why the hell were all five packages I opened gone? They were nearly perfect - almost chewy, just a little crunchy, and now I have to start over. My whole fucking week is ruined.”

Finally looking away from the scope, you fix him with an exasperated stare.

“I know baby, but maybe you should just get over it.”

Betrayal sparks from his eyes at your words. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“Maybe I should just get over it? How can you say that? Whose side are you on? I’m emotionally compromised here.”

“You’re also a drama queen,” you answer, going back to your scope and Bucky digs a metal finger into your ribs.

“That’s not the point. I’m never getting over this. Sam’s an asshole, he’s been eyeing my Pop Tarts for weeks.”

“Kinky,” you murmur under your breath.

He throws his hands up in frustration. “How can you still be joking? I’m righteously indignant and you’re ruining it.”

Through the cross-hairs, the asshole bothering the waitress and his fuckwit companion suddenly appear in a dark window. Bucky sees your posture tense and professional that he is, flips seamlessly from petulant Pop Tart lover back to lethal assassin. Lifting his rifle, he goes silent, waiting for your signal.

“Third floor, second window to the south,” you say quietly. “I’ll take right, you take left.”

Through a stroke of luck, the window into the room is open. Shoulder to shoulder with him, you fire simultaneous silent shots, and in the dark room, both men collapse.

Piece of cake.

Easing the rifles down, you lean together against the wall to disassemble the weapons. Snapping the magazine free, you look at Bucky with a soft smile.

“You know, this is a good opportunity to tick the box on your last New Year’s resolution. The one about not holding grudges. Maybe you should take it, cut Sam some slack.”

He glances over and a strange look comes into his eye. Before you can react, he plucks the gun from your hands and pushes you back, swinging a leg over to straddle you. Pinning your hands above your head, he leans down and leaves a wet kiss on your neck.

“Why are you always right? It’s annoying.”

“Well, I learned from the best,” you reach up and lick his face.

Huffing a laugh, he rubs his damp cheek on you and presses his forehead to yours.

“You’re too good for me. I’m not sure if you know this, but sometimes I get a little murdery.”

“That is absolutely new news,” you deadpan and he growls and digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you until you’re quietly begging him to stop before someone hears. He complies and that strange look is back, before it gives way to an affectionate smile.

“Honey darlin, you know what? You make me want to be a better person.”

You place a kiss on the tip of his nose and he beams.

RESOLUTION #3: STOP HOLDING GRUDGES

*****

DECEMBER 31

Another year has come and gone, but this New Year’s Eve is different.

While the party rages down below, up on the roof the night is quiet. Wrapped in a sea of quilts, you and Bucky lay tangled together on a lounge chair, staring up at the stars.

“So, New Year’s Eve again,” you nudge him. “Looks like you made it through your list this year. Success like that deserves an extra special sexy reward.”

Bucky’s face is buried against your neck and you feel the vibration when he laughs.

“As much as I’d love to cash that in, I don’t deserve it. Not yet.” Keeping the quilt around you, he shuffles himself down your body, until he can rest his chin on your chest. “I didn’t finish the list.”

“Yes, you did,” you remind him, smoothing back his hair. “Dancing, karaoke, no more grudges. We crossed them all off.”

There’s a slow smile spreading over his face. The kind that makes you equal parts nervous and sort of sappy.

“Are you sure that’s all that was on my list?”

He reaches into the pocket of his suit pants and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. Unfolding it carefully, he hands it over. Written below the third resolution, is a fourth line of text, surrounded by cat doodles. There, in Bucky’s careful print, is one resolution you don’t remember.

Dance more

Find my karaoke song

Stop holding grudges

Sack the fuck up

The words make no sense and you look up in confusion. And for the first time in your life, you see a blush of red staining his cheeks.

Bucky Barnes is nervous.

He clears his throat.

“Here’s the thing. Every resolution I did, you were with me. And every time, they meant something. Special. About us. But I still got this last resolution, and I knew it’d be the hardest one, but I gotta do it before midnight, because I’ve been thinking about it the whole damn year.”

“Okay, can I help you? Does it mean sack up and do something specific?”

“It does. Means something very specific and I do need your help. But before I tell you what, I need you to do me a few favours. Can you reach into my left coat pocket?”

Slightly bewildered, you dig into his coat where your fingers close around a scrap of silk. Pulling it free, you find his red g-string. Stitched on the front in black cursive letters, are your initials.

“That night I did my dance, when you almost kicked that lady’s ass and said you wanted to give us a shot? I’ve never been so fucking excited in my life. Told you then I’d only ever dance for you and now I got your initials on my goods, so everyone’ll know. I’m all yours.”

Your heart skips a beat.

It’s the sweetest, weirdest thing he’s ever done. You want to say thanks, but the words are stuck in your throat, blocked by a sudden batch of tears, so you simply nod.

The corner of his lips quirk up.

“Okay, now reach into my left pants pocket.”

He wiggles his hips suggestively and this time, you find a Polaroid picture. The image is a little blurry, but there’s Bucky dipping you backward, your arms around his neck while he kisses you. The memory surfaces easily, of karaoke and Beyonce and declarations of love. On the edge of the photo is a little black button and he squeezes it.

The sound of Bucky singing ‘Crazy in Love’ starts playing and the tears in your throat spill now from your eyes.

“Had a few people recording it that night. Got Stark to embed a little speaker in the photo. That night was the first time I said I loved you. Not sure if you knew that. I’d been sweating about it for weeks.”

Taking a shaky breath, you give him a watery smile. “I knew. It was the first time for me too.”

He nods and light as a feather, strokes his thumb down your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Next. Try my right coat pocket.”

The strange feel of crinkly foil meets your fingers and you discover an open pack of Pop Tarts.

“They’re the frosted cherry ones, ‘cause I know you like those best. Sometimes, when I’m pissed off at the world, I remember what you told me that day on the roof. And I think to myself – if I can forgive someone for eating my Pop Tarts, a capital offence by the way, then I can forgive anything. You really do make me wanna be the best version of myself.”

There’s no conceivable reason why Pop Tarts should be a trigger, but the tears flow faster, punctuated with the occasional hiccup. Bucky chuckles, kissing them away and waiting.

“When I started this year, I had three resolutions in mind and because of you, I did them all. And I made them count. You’re the best god damn thing in my life honey. I hope you know that.” He kisses your palm and lays your hand against his cheek.

Bucky has never been shy about telling you these things. He says them frequently, with clarity and conviction. After everything he’s been through, you know it stems from a deep-rooted fear that the things he loves could disappear in the blink of an eye. It’s why he goes full throttle on everything he does – every mission he takes, every date he plans, every toe-curling kiss he gives.

“But after I wrote those resolutions, something was still missing. The one thing I wanted to do more than anything else. That’s why I added that last one.”

“Bucky – ”

“Not just yet,” he whispers. “Last one. Can you check my right pants pocket?”

Smooth satin lining brushes your trembling fingers, until they connect. It feels velvety soft and before you can think, you pull it free.

There it is.

Sitting in the palm of your hand, is a blue velvet jewellery box. Heart thumping wildly, you stare at the box and mutely look up at Bucky. He watches your reaction, his expression raw and vulnerable. Picking the box from your numb fingers, he cracks it open and you see the ring nestled inside. Looking back to him, you see his throat bobbing as he swallows twice, before he can speak.

“I knew it back in January, that’s why this was my last resolution. Sack the fuck up – and ask her,” he takes a deep breath, his eyes burning into yours. “I love you, honey. I swear I’ll never, ever stop loving you. So, how about it? You wanna be my forever?”

If the only thing you get to see the rest of your life, is that beautiful smile on his face, it’s enough. The answer comes easy, so simple, because it’s Bucky.

“Yes. Good god, yes, of course! Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Tipping his head back, he shouts his excitement to the heavens. Taking out the ring, he chucks the empty box over his shoulder and slips it on your finger.

Two kisses follow, one above the diamond, and one below.

He sags with relief, rubbing his neck ruefully. “Jesus I was nervous, no clue how to ask, nothing seemed good enough – ”

“Stop,” you interrupt him, covering his mouth. He narrows his eyes and licks your hand.

“You fucking weirdo,” you giggle and wipe your slobbery palm on his face. “This was perfect, Bucky. You are perfect. And this? Best. Proposal. Ever.”

Above you, midnight arrives with an explosion of colour, fireworks streaking in red and green and gold and blue, but you barely notice.

In the frosty air of a brand new year, the love of your life and the warmth of his kiss are the only things you need.

*****

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I haven’t done anything for them to have to do run after me, so no. Are you afraid of clowns? Not really. I was never exposed to them much so I always just saw them as people in heavy makeup that do balloon animals and other funny tricks. Have you ever written on someone's face in your yearbook? HAHA yes. When my sister and I were kids we bickered a lot, and in one of our fights I thought it’d be funny to doodle on her kinder portrait. She didn’t think so and she started wailing - just in time, I heard my mom coming home and I had to think fast so my sister a) stopped crying and b) wouldn’t tell on me. So I did the stupidest thing and also doodled on my own prep portrait to make her feel better. She calmed down and my mom never found out. When was the last time you made dinner? I *helped* my dad make dinner a few months ago. I haven’t completed a meal myself. Do you have any special plans coming up? They’re gonna be mellowing down the lockdown rules in my province by the 15th and I’m really hoping to see Gabie soon. Realistically I doubt it would happen as I don’t think both our parents would agree to it, but it’s still nice to keep hoping. Did you just lose the game? Yep, but I really only found out about this game from Reddit a few months ago and I didn’t grow up having to play it, so I’m never all too pissed off or like emotionally invested in general whenever I lose it haha. What is a class at school you are interested in taking? There are global studies electives that I was unaware of until someone told me to take them after I enrolled for my last sem in collefge. There are courses on Turkish culture, global gastronomy, and they also had past courses on ‘Diversity on Perspectives on Peace and Conflict,’ ‘Cultures of Disasters,’ and ‘Cultures and their Global Entanglements.’ They all sound right up my alley and am disappointed no one told me sooner. Do you hold on to your dreams? Some of them, the ones I know I have a chance of attaining. Obviously I’ve had to let some go, like wanting to go to the moon or becoming a firefighter. Do you follow rules or break them? Follow. I don’t like getting into trouble. Is there someone you are dying to see? A lot of people. Who do you want to be buried next to? I’ve given this zero thoughts. Are you double-jointed? Nope. Did your dream last night involve blood? It didn’t. I’m not even sure what my dreams were anymore. Who was the last person to yell at you? My mom, probably. How do you feel about the new president? I wouldn’t call him new, he’s in the latter half of his term now. I hate him and I hope he dies soon. Do good things come to those who wait? Sure, it can happen. What is the last song you played on iTunes? I haven’t used that in a while. The last one I listened to on Spotify was Sudden Desire by Hayley Williams. Petals For Armor is still on loop, surprise. What is the last thing you looked up on youtube? I was showing my sister the hilarious Vine of Beyoncé where she thanks a talk show host who tells her “You are Beyoncé,” as if it was a compliment looooool, so I looked up “you are beyonce thank you.” When is the last time you went to the grocery store? March 9th. What is your favorite fish? Tuna or eel for raw fish, tilapia for cooked. What kind of calendar do you have? A digital one. Have you ever been two hours late for school? Oh hell no. I’ve been late before, but if it’s as dramatic as being an hour late I usually just cut class to save myself the embarassment of having to do the walk of shame entering the class. What is your favorite stuffed animal that you own? I don’t have any stuffed animals. Who did you hang out with yesterday? My family, as has been the case since March. Has anyone stolen your heart yet? Yes. Have you ever won a gold medal? No. I’ve won first place before, but they didn’t issue out gold medals. Do you have any trophies? Also no. Do you work out? I don’t. When you introduce yourself, do you give hand shakes? Sometimes, but tbh I just picked it up from Gabie who’s a big hand-shaker. I preferably wouldn’t cause it seems so formal to me. Is there a limit to how many best friends you have? Yeah, like I wouldn’t want to have a lot; I like keeping my immediate circle small. I’m more than content with my two best friends. When's the last time you went to a dance? 2016. What grade are you in? Soooooooooo unbelievably close to graduating college. Are you in a band? I’m not and haven’t been. Have you ever been in a talent show? No thanks. Have you ever won a contest? Competitions, yes. Contests, no. How do you feel about germs? I’m quite particular about them. I don’t like sharing clothes with people; I pick which friends get to eat off of my spoon or sip from my straw; I’m super iffy about touching someone else’s keyboard; I really don’t like having to touch other people’s hair and with that is also the fact that I never borrow or lend hair ties. Holy shit so I’m more germaphobic than I thought and all I had to do was list these things down......................... Do you like screamo music? Not really. What does your wallet look like? Pink and a lot thinner now that I haven’t been given an allowance since they stopped school. Do you have any hickeys on you? No. At this point, I really wish I did lmao Would you rather have money or love? Money. I love love, but I won’t deny that I also love being able to afford the lifestyle I want to live haha. Do you have any family pictures hanging on the wall? Not on the wall, but we have several frames lined up on the first few steps of our stairs. Which do you prefer: bath or shower? Bath after a long hard day. Shower most days. Do you have a lamp in your room? I used to, but I removed it after realizing the light just keeps me from falling asleep faster.

Do you have windows vista? No. Do you have the strength to say goodbye forever? I’ll deal with it if I had no choice, but I’ve never handled goodbyes well.

#survey #surveys

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transmigration for dummies

chapter three. mdzs scum villain au. read on ao3 + end notes. credit to @lee-luca, esp as another bit of the comic is mentioned here. previous | first | next

One hour, thirty minutes and two hundred rules into his punishment, Jingyi is as bored as he’s ever been in this life. To top it all off, the System isn’t responding to any of his pleas for company, only responding with oops ): something went wrong when he tries to ping it. Back home, this is about when he would have given up on homework and started scrolling through his Twitter feed instead, but there’s not much he can do without his phone.

Ugh, he’d kill for one of these crappy McDonalds games. Even a Kinder toy would make him happy right now. Instead, he doodles on his torn-up first drafts, on which the ink made blots from his clumsy first attempts to imitate the original text’s elegant calligraphy.

He silently adds bic pens to the ever-increasing list of modern appliances he misses.

When badly-drawn stickmen get boring as well, he starts to think about the original Lan Jingyi in his life. Maybe that’s how it works, after all. Mom sure would love someone who’d actually go to bed early when she tells him to. On the other hand, once he got over the initial shock of modern Jingyi’s life, he’d probably find it pretty dull. High school isn’t about to compare to flying swords and cultivation, that’s for sure.

Opposite him, Sizhui is bent over his own stack of scrolls, poring over rows and rows of tiny characters and absent-mindedly running his fingers along the lines. From the way he hums to himself when he thinks Jingyi is too busy copying to care, he guesses they’re music sheets of some kind. Unlike Jingyi, he looks like he’s actually engrossed in what he’s doing.

Too bad. Jingyi’s reached that point of boredom at which he needs to talk to someone or else he’ll implode. ( Still, he promises himself he’ll stop if Sizhui shows even a hint of genuine annoyance. )

“Hey, Lan Sizhui ⎯ can I call you just Sizhui? Um, sorry I got you stuck here.”

To his relief, the other doesn’t look irritated, just surprised. “Sizhui is fine,” he ventures after a few seconds. A smile breaks out on his face. “That’s good. I was afraid you were still mad me, you’ve been so awkward all day...”

Wait, what? Who’s angry at you? Someone who kicks kittens for fun, probably.

Oh right, me. Maybe he’s the one whose brain needs a reboot. How does he explain that it’s not him who’s mad? Hell, he doesn’t even know what the original is supposed to be mad about. For some reason, it feels weird to ask, just because it seems important enough that admitting he forgot would be insulting.

“Anyway,” Sizhui continues after coughing into his sleeve, “it’s alright, you don’t have to apologize to me. I’ve got to go over these before tomorrow’s lesson anyway, I might as well do it here.”

“Inquiry?” Jingyi ventures, maybe-maybe-not because it’s the only title he clearly remembers from the ones canon mentioned.

“Oh, no. Asking very specific questions is still a bit out of my reach, but Fa...Hanguang-jun wrote down a list of phrases for me, so we’re going to try them tomorrow.” His face softens at the mention of Lan Wangji. If this was a fic, this would be when Jingyi keels over and presses his face into a pillow for a little while.

The chat devolves into musical cultivation. Jingyi muddles his way through it the best he can, feeling like he’s bullshitting an essay out loud, but Sizhui doesn’t seem to find his vague answers all that off-putting. He still pointedly glances down at the stack of unfinished notes on the table from time to time, but since Jingyi’s calligraphy has been getting worse and worse the less attention he pays to it, maybe it’s for the better.

When dinner time rolls around, they eat their bowls sitting on the steps leading up to the Library Pavilion, after Sizhui rightfully points out Lan Qiren would have their skins if they spilled even a drop of sauce on the sect’s precious texts. Gradually, Jingyi feels himself relax.

“So, are we chill?” he asks between two mouthfuls of rice.

Sizhui just stares at him.

Right. No slang. “...I mean, we’re doing good, right? We’re friends?”

Something complicated passes over Sizhui’s expression. It’s too fleeting for him to catch more than a glimpse of it, especially as it’s overridden by his usual calm smile before Jingyi can shove another rice ball into his mouth, but he could swear the other winced.

Well, ouch. It must show on his face, because Sizhui suddenly looks alarmed and adds : “Yes, yes, we are!” Another smile. This time, Jingyi can definitely see the strain. “We’re friends. You don’t have to doubt that.”

“Oh. Great!” Jingyi resists the urge to reach out and gently punch his shoulder. Who knows how it’d be perceived. “We’re gonna spend a lot of time together, if I’ve got to keep copying rules, so...I wanted to make sure.”

【OOC behavior detected : contradiction of backstory despite hints : -20 points. Current balance : 65 points. 】

Shut up! I want him to like me!

“We’re friends,” Sizhui repeats one last time, like he’s trying to convince himself. Then he reaches for Jingyi’s shoulder and gives his robes a tug. “We should get back in there. Two more hours before curfew, you can still get a few lines in. I won’t distract you.”

“Ugh.”

Jingyi makes a face. Sizhui laughs, and the tension from earlier dissolves. “Come on. The more you get done, the faster it’ll be over.”

It turns out they’re both severely underestimating the number of rules Jingyi can break without realizing, and therefore the amount of time they’ll be spending here.

Despite these setbacks, over the course of the next handful of weeks, Jingyi adapts to his new life the best he can. He finds out, with much relief, that even though he can’t access the original’s knowledge and memories, training since childhood pays off even after a body swap. He doesn’t have to think too hard about sparring, just keep a firm grip on his sword, and his muscles can apparently do the rest with minimal effort on his part.

It only works with the actual fighting, though. After going to bed feeling sore all over for a week straight, Jingyi gives up and gives the cold springs a shot. It freezes his limbs off, but the ache gets better after that. It even gets him about a dozen points, which he adds to the rest, gained through menial tasks across the Cloud Recesses and some well-timed mischief.

He also likes to think he gets some progress done with step one of his grand plan to survive this novel. There’s no undoing years of being a pain in everyone’s ass in a matter of weeks, but Jingyi still gives it his best shot - peppered with tasteful cursing at the System when it deducts points for actually following the rules or, you know, not being a dick to everyone he talks to. As a result, he goes from mostly being avoided by the other disciples to tolerated, even if no one but Sizhui goes out of their way to talk to him or invite him to join in on...whatever fun they have.

Jingyi doubts he’s missing out on much, at least where the Lans are concerned. But rumor has it some of the guest disciples snuck out into Caiyi to try some of the local wine, and he’s jealous of that, which is kind of irrational. He doesn’t even like the taste of wine that much, and besides, that may be too much of an infraction for a raised Lan, however prone to rule-breaking said Lan is supposed to be.

( He really can’t afford to slip up again. When he dared chop a solid forty centimeters off his hair after struggling to run a comb through it for the fifth time that week, the System’s alarm blared so loud he almost had an out of body experience. He’d felt the hundred points shaved off his score, though, even if he’d managed to negotiate half of them back. That was the spiritual equivalent of having a car zoom past right as you were about to cross the street, and Jingyi’s in no hurry to do it again...but with that said, it feels great not to have to deal with a bird’s nest every time he wakes up. )

Of course, he can’t just get comfortable with his new daily routine. Something has to happen. This time, said something takes the shape of a summon from Teacher Lan. Jingyi drags his feet over from the Library Pavilion and away from his sixth copy of Gusu Lan rules. His wrist is still complaining every time he bends it a little too far. Fuck corpse powder, it’s carpal tunnel that’s going to do him in.

Speaking of copies, maybe he shouldn’t slump this much. He’s fairly sure there’s a rule for that somewhere in the two thousand and nineties.

Given the circumstances, Jingyi fully expects another lecture from Lan Qiren the moment he sets foot in the communal hall, but quickly readjusts his expectations when he spots the small crowd of disciples gathered around their teacher. Most of them are familiar faces by now, except for the girls, who for some reason live in a completely different part of the Cloud Recesses. Still, he recognizes Lan Fan, the shimei who looks like she could bite your head off but actually gave him some pretty helpful tips on sword stances the other day, Tao Ming, the boy who’d seemed vaguely suspicious of him that first day, and of course, Sizhui in the forefront.

Lan Qiren narrows his eyes at him as he hastily joins the rest of the group. “Late again, Lan Jingyi.”

“Sorry, Teacher. This disciple was busy copying rules when he heard.”

A few of his companions snort, the noise quickly disguised as a sudden and collective bout of coughing. Jingyi can’t blame them ; if he’d heard the same words everyday for weeks on end, he’d be laughing too. Lan Qiren gives a long-suffering sigh, but whatever he’s about to tell them must take precedence, because Jingyi gets away with what might otherwise have been considered cheek.

“Madam Mo of Mo Village has sent us a request for assistance.” Given their teacher’s expression, he might as well said that she’d beaten down their door in the middle of the night and let a donkey loose in the courtyard. “From the servants’ description, it shouldn’t be anything more than a few walking corpses. Nothing a group of juniors cannot handle.”

Yeah, right. Despite knowing he’s supposed to let canon run its course, Jingyi still feels a twinge of apprehension. Why, you ask? He can answer that in two points.

Things Jingyi knows : mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.

Things Jingyi doesn’t know : how to kill zombies with swords.

In theory, he did spend the last few weeks training, and he didn’t slack off either, thank you very much. Doesn’t mean he’s ever gone up against a corpse before. He’s a coward, okay? Horror movie night was hell, back in his own world. He’s in no hurry to experience it in real (?) life.

“Lan Sizhui will lead the group,” Lan Qiren continues. “I expect all of you to keep your behaviors appropriate and not bring shame onto our sect.” To no one’s surprise, Jingyi thinks, and throws the interested party a small smile. To his surprise, Sizhui blushes and looks down at his boots, looking both embarrassed and pleased. It’s an unfairly cute look on him, but again, most of his looks are.

Right on cue, the System wheezes to life like it just crawled out of a computer from the nineties.【Beginning stage checkpoint mission assigned. Destination : Mo Village. Mission : ensure the protagonist, Wei Wuxian, makes it to Mount Dafan to meet love interest Lan Wangji. Please click to accept.】

Jingyi mentally slams the Accept button.

Ding! 【Mission successfully accepted. Please read the file carefully for mission details and make appropriate preparations. We wish you success. 】

OOC function, here he comes!

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lan jingyi #zhuiyi #transmigrator!ljy #kim's fics

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Inside the Mind: Matthew Travagline

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Welcome to Inside the Mind where we here at The Faerie Review interview authors and creators.

Our guest today is Matthew Travagline, the author behind Gleeman's Tales.

Lily: Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview Matthew I really enjoyed reading The Gleeman’s Tales. The book is post-apocalyptic, but a gleeman makes the reader think of the past, what inspired you to merge the two?

Matthew: I really enjoy dystopic and post-apocalyptic fiction. I also love a more traditional fantasy. When it came time to planning out what would become my debut novels, I wanted to write what I haven’t seen a lot of – a blend of the two together. So often in post-apocalyptic fiction, the emphasis is on the future, of technological progression, of returning to where we (humans) were. But returning to the same level of technology that we have now after a world-breaking event would be nearly impossible, in my opinion. Everything from the power grid, municipal plumbing, the internet… these would all prove mighty hurdles for humans picking themselves up in the apocalypse. And that’s assuming that there is unity and cooperation. So I don’t think a widespread usage of, to use my own term, “first age” technologies, would be possible.

As far as the bard aspect…this came from a serious lack of culture, merriment, and the lighter arts within (fantasy and post-apocalyptic fiction). Yes, there are serious exceptions. Patrick Rothfuss’s The Kingkiller Chronicle and Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel are books that heavily center around culture (in fantasy and the apocalypse, respectively). Mandel’s work, especially, I’ve been watching the popularity of with glee (her work is more closely tied to the premise of Gleeman’s Tales). Oh, boy, I’ve gone off on a tangent already.

Lily: I'll have to check both of those out. I loved the way you blended the two ideas! Were Gnochi and Cleo based on anyone?

Matthew: I tend to believe that a writer puts a little of themselves into each of their characters, even if that piece is an antithesis. I think Gnochi was cast from the idea of what role I would play in a similar situation. If a setting like that, I’m not likely to be at a forge, or on the front lines of battle, but comfortably settled into a story, perched atop a bar before an entranced audience. Neither of the characters, though, were literally based off of another person or even a likeness. I tried not to write them with too many exact, definitive descriptions (like Oslow’s beard) so the reader has more freedom to imagine them as they will.

Lily: I agree that even if it's not intentional a little of the writer gets into their characters. I can definitely see some authors turning into gleeman if the world was turned upside down. What was the highlight of writing this?

Matthew: Coming to a natural end on the first draft (which I hand-wrote) was definitely a highlight of the process. In that moment, when only a select handful even knew about its existence, and without the stresses of marketing or publishing, I had achieved my dream to write a novel.

Lily: That had to have been a great feeling! I like the idea of writing something by hand but I'm not sure I'd be able to read what I wrote afterwards. Without spoilers, what’s your favorite part?

Matthew: I really loved working Gnochi’s vignette stories into the central narrative. They were, after all, the skeleton of the idea before I had even outlined, so ensuring they had a contextual relevance was an enjoyable puzzle to parse out. Imagine crafting a rib cage out of a pile of loose bones. It required a little finesse, trial, and error, but ultimately became a viable structure that proved vital to the heart of the story.

Lily: Now we’d like to talk about you as a writer. When did you first consider yourself a writer?

Matthew: I’d written some stories and attempted a book when I was in in middle school, but it wasn’t until high school when I first learned that my writing was enjoyable for others to read. In my 9th grade English class, we had an assignment to write an additional chapter onto the end of Lois Lowry’s The Giver. What I turned in was particularly gruesome. A little dark. But my teacher read it aloud at the end of class. He then spoke to me about my writing and encouraged me to continue writing.

Lily: That's awesome! I'm glad your teacher encouraged you even though it was a bit dark. What is the most difficult part about writing for you?

Matthew: Battling with my own procrastination. Even with a full time job, I have plenty of time to work on my writing, but forcing myself to write or edit is often the real struggle, even if the ideas are there.

Lily: I can imagine it's hard to get into the mindset sometimes. Do you read your reviews?

Matthew: I’d love to get to a point where I have so many reviews, I cannot possibly read them all, but we’re not at that point yet. Maybe some of your readers can help me get closer to that point [laughs]. But, yeah, I do read my reviews, especially if they offer genuine critique. There is a difference between a troll one-star review, offering nothing concrete to justify the score, and a low-scoring review with solid criticisms.

Lily: I hope we get you some more reviews I definitely loved reading it! When I do feel like I have to give below 3 stars I always try to offer constructive criticism. When I see a low rating I always check to see if the reviews are constructive or just "I didn't like it", tells me whether a book is worth picking up. (Although if you want to know a secret I don't check reviews before I decide if I want to read a book an author has approached me with). Let’s finish up with some fun questions and get inside your mind. What is your favorite word and why?

Matthew: I’m not sure if I have a favorite word, if that’s possible. There are some words that I appreciate for their value, despite not being used colloquially. I think a better question would be, what is my favorite pun, to which I would say all of them, especially when used intentionally. (I never apologize for my puns!)

Lily: I secretly love puns, they're a great example of how amazing language and words are! Now for an important question, are you a morning person or a night owl?

Matthew: I work nights, but constantly am changing back and forth between day and night cycle, so I’m a little sparrow that’s tired all the time.

Lily: I've always been a night owl but I have to change to a day schedule once or twice a week, so I understand switching and being tired. What’s the worst or best job you’ve had?

Matthew: I really have had enjoyable experiences with all my jobs (which is rare), but a standout for me were the two summers I was a park ranger. I got to spend all summer outside, but had a lot of free time to read and, more importantly, it was during these summers when I really developed the plot of Gleeman’s Tales and The Harbinger of Change.

Lily: That sounds like heaven in a job! How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant?

Matthew: I’m wondering if this question was targeted specifically because of Typhus. If not, is this the first time you’ve asked it to someone whose written an elephant into their book? I feel like elephants can be spooked quite easily. Get the right chicken underfoot and the elephant could fall and break a leg. That might be able to do one over.

Lily: The opportunity was there I had to take it hehe. You're not wrong though. Although I wonder who would be more startled. The chicken at being released under an elephant or the elephant at the chicken suddenly showing up. Would you rather your only mode of transportation be an elephant or a camel?

Matthew: Elephant, hands down. They live for a long time and have great memories, so you can really develop a lasting bond with your elephant.

Lily: That's very true. How can readers discover more about you?

Matthew: Check out any of the links below:

Website | Amazon Author Page | Goodreads Author Page

Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest

To order a copy of Gleeman's Tales

Amazon US | Amazon UK

To order a copy of The Harbinger of Change

Amazon US | Amazon UK

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[170811] Some Consolidated Kyungsoo-related Fan Accounts from The War Fansign

@hello_apriler/64bcb26595b14a2

I asked Kyungsoo what kind of pet that he raised. He said it is toy poodle, their name is Mogmool (먹물/Ink) and Hoochoo (훗추/Pepper). Mogmool is 1 year old, a black toy poodle; Hoochoo is 7 months old, a grey toy poodle. (Later “Mongmool Hoochoo” was trending on Twitter)

@hello_apriler

A fan gave Chanyeol a sparkling magic wand and Chanyeol played it with Kyungsoo. He seems to enjoy it and so bight, so cute.

@DoMelocoton

Kyungsoo played with an Ice Cream punch toy (if you pressed down the button, the Ice Cream will fly away) with Chanyeol, and Chanyeol attacked him with a bubble soap gun.

@sehun_1223

Kyungsoo, Chanyeol and Jongin went to washroom together.

@MoncherDo

Kyungsoo held and played with a soap bubble toy and another toy that looked like an ice cream that will fly off when you click/press on it.

@sehun_1223

Chanyeol attacked Kyungsoo with a soap bubble toy but then Kyungsoo kicked him and then Chanyeol collapsed.

@dyohyun9293

When Kyungsoo was doing his ment, the boys went “Almokyung, Almokyung” (it means unpredictable Kyungsoo).

@dyohyun9293

Chanyeol said if Kyungsoo kept a brown poodle, it would probably be called Deonjang (soy bean paste).

@dyohyun9293

Sehun said Mongmool and ViVi took a photo together before and he will upload the picture! Then Sehun asked Kyungsoo hyung if he can upload it and Kyungsoo approved it. The fans below said thank you. (In the end Sehun posted it on his Instagram and “Mongmool ViVi” was trending on Twitter)

@05BH06

I asked why he’s been hanging out so well with Chanyeol recently. Kyungsoo say that’s because Chanyeol keep playing with him, so it appears that way. My hand is injured and when we had eye contact, I smiled and said, “Kyungsoo, don’t get injured.” Kyungsoo then looked at my hand and said, “I hope your wound wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

@s2ninis20114

Kyungsoo personally explained how to easily do the trick he always does with his hands/fingers.

@Only_k_s/@dyo_right_

The boys were saying “I love you (saranghae)” one by one. Kyungsoo: I love you. Bakehyun: I think it has been a while I heard Kyungsoo saying I love you.

@Dearcloi/@Only_k_s/@s__sh9412

Kyungsoo is the the cutest thing in the universe, seeing him between Chanyeol and Jongin but not paying attention to their games. He commented that the weather this morning was really nice, that on nights like these when the dust levels are low (level 9), it’s good to visit a playground or go on a walk in the park or by Han River with your loves ones. He also said “Be careful and not catch cold. Have a yummy dinner and thank you!”

@xoxo_elephant

I said to Kyungsoo “Kyungsoo-ya, you got many schedules lately so it must be hard. You seem to lose weight too”, so he asked, “I lost weight?” and I answered, “You seem to have lost a lot, your face got slimmer.” He said, “I did not do that on purpose, but seems that I got thinner.” Don’t lose weight, Kyungsoo.

@hello_apriler

Sehun sat down after finishing his ment, when it was Kyungsoo’s turn, he kept talking to Kyungsoo. Like when Kyungsoo said “Today’s weather is nice so go to Han River~” then Sehun talked to him “Let’s go together! What will you do after this?”

@neri_1227/@xiu2_xiu2

Kyungsoo said he’d like to take a walk if there was time today, so Sehun asked what he was doing after this (since Kyungsoo didn’t hear it so it was left unanswered). Kyungsoo has two more schedules and he’d come to the fansign from another thing too.

@hello_apriler/@neri_1227

Kyungsoo talked about his pets because so many people were curious. He said he’s keeping two and when EXO-L said “cute~” he asked why that was cute haha. They’re toy poodles and he named one Ink because it’s black and one Pepper because it’s grey. When he bought the grey one home, the members competed to name it. Baekhyun suggested Dust. Junmyeon then said the other should be called Fine, so when put together, it will mean “Fine Dust”.

@gr__tee

Sehun sat down after finishing with ment and while Kyungsoo was speaking, Sehun lowered his head and said into the mic, “Hyung have you eaten? What are you going to do after this end?” He was asking questions like this, it was really cute.

@veritas_9401

When Kyungsoo said he is raising toy poodles, there were a lot of applause and cheers, but he got puzzled and asked “why?” with a heart shaped smile.

@o_sehuni

I was asking Kyungsoo about the Gallaktang (baby octopus and beef rib stew) he mentioned liking during Cultwo radio show. Kyungsoo shared the restaurant’s name but not its address. I’m a little lost, Kyungsoo shared that the restaurant is at Nonhyeon-dong.

@zzyuuuxx

But you know, talking with Kyungsoo in person, his way of speaking was a lot sweeter and softer than we’ve heard.. I’m not sure how to word this, but his voice is still ringing in my ears.. It was his usual soothing and proper way of talking, but his natural voice is somehow very different.

@pooky_04

OP had Kyungsoo write: Will feel that you’re pretty after looking at you in detail, will feel that you’re cute after looking at you over a longer time. You are like this too!

@sehunin_0412

When I had finished getting Kyungsoo’s sign and wanted to move to the side, I don’t know where should I go so I asked where should I go? Kyungsoo heard it so he asked me where am I going. I then replied, “I’m going to get water” (imitating Kyungsoo in <Knowing Bros>) and Kyungsoo laughed.

@exogy0408

Me: Oppa, what pet are you raising? Kyungsoo: I have a toy poodle. Me: Please draw it. Me: Isn’t this white? Kyungsoo: It’s black.

@dyo_right_

A friend of mine went to the fansign and told him that her friend was a huge fan of his and requested a doodle on the photocard. She also asked how his shoulder muscle pain was doing but he was so absorbed in doodling that he didn’t reply haha. She asked about three times before he said “Yes..? Yes. I’m okay!” So cute ha..

@do_xoxo0112

OP requested Kyungsoo a doodle on the photocard, Do Kyungsoo emmmmmm…

@Loralie_0118

A friend of mine who’s in Korea got into today’s fansign, managed to get Kyungsoo’s autograph for me, and even conveyed my messages to him, so I’ll think this is considered half a fan account.

Because everything was very last minute, and there wasn’t enough time, I didn’t manage to buy him any present and only managed to deliver a small note to him, to which he secretly received. I believe he’ll definitely read it. He’ll then know, how much we love him. The screenshots include: - my conversation with the friend that went on my behalf. She shared that Kyungsoo is very kind and the best person. He was listening to her intently as she spoke. He’s very sincere and very cute. - the note that I wrote to Kyungsoo, telling him that there are many Kyungsoo cfans who really love him. That we hope he will put himself first in everything that he do. We will lay the red carpet for him so he just needs to go ahead to pursue whatever he wants.

My silly piglet, mummy’s (referring to herself) name is so simple and you still could have gotten it wrong. I really could laugh myself to death because of you. Kyungsoo-ah, you are the best and no one else is better than you. We’ll meet in Autumn, I love you.

Conversation between friend who attended the fansign and OP

OP: Also, the paragraph below, could you help me write it on a small piece of paper and pass it to him OP: (message in hangul, will be separately translated) Friend: To write on a note Friend: It may be confiscated Friend: But I'll try OP: Ok! OP: I've previously seen other fans who hid it. Friend: Yup OP: And they succeeded Friend: They were pretty strict with the checks the last round Friend: (Notes) were all torn up. OP: If you don't succeed, just convey the message that cfans love him OP: Just 1 statement will do Friend: Ok OP: Come back and tell me how he looks like OP: You're going to see him upclose OP: Please help me praise him more OP: He likes being praised OP: If you have a chance tomorrow, ask Kyungsoo what breed of dog he's raising Friend: 1 minute Friend: I doubt I can ask him that much Friend: I think he's the first one OP: Yes, I hope the SM staff wouldn't stop you OP: Just have him help me write Peter Pan will do Friend: Ok OP: Just thinking about him writing my name OP: I feel like crying Friend: I'm thinking about how to speak mandarin to him Friend: (sends across autograph) OP: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh OP: What did he write OP: Did he write wrongly OP: My name is so simple he wrote it wrongly... OP: My silly piglet Friend: He initially wrote your name wrongly as I wrote it on my arm and he saw it in the opposite direction. When I told him, he replied, "어?그랬구나" "Oh, it's like this", so he crossed what he wrote and re-write it again. OP: Ahhhhhhhh so cute OP: (crying emoji) OP: I am (going) crazy now. I'm in heaven Friend: And below he wrote, "Always your Peter Pan" OP: So silly, my piglet OP: Still "Oh?" (referring to his reaction when he wrote her name wrongly) OP: I want him to draw a piglet for me Friend: I forgot ㅠㅠㅠ Because your name was written wrongly, so that took up some time, but I did convey the message that you wanted me to tell him OP: Did you manage to pass him the note! Friend: Yes. I secretly pushed it to him. He took it slowly by his side in his direction. His hand was moving bit by bit. OP: Ahhhhhhhhhh my baby did he read it OP: Did he open it? OP: (anticipating emoji) Friend: Exactly if he read it, I'm not sure. But since he got it, I believe he will read it. I feel, I feel he was really sincere to me. OP: He has always been like this.... OP: Did you tell him to take care of his health. The second of this year will be challenging, and that cfans love him Friend: I told him everything. I told him that he has many cfans and he even repeated that again in Korean in a doubtful questioning tone. OP: I'm running to the neighbourhood park to cry now OP: Why was he using a doubtful tone?? Friend: So he asked me, "ah, so there's many fan? in China?" I answered yes and since he was writing and his head was bowed, I couldn't see his expression but his tone sounded pleased/touched. OP: I'm dead. Really. I'm dead. I'm f*cking dead. I'm wailing. Friend: I also conveyed about asking him to sleep well, eat well, to put himself first and to pursue whatever he wants to do. OP: wuuuuuuu (crying expression) I have a visual (of what her friend just described) OP: That he is writing my name seriously. He's looking at my name seriously and writing it. OP: I can't take it anymore. My heart has stopped. Friend: All things aside, I really want to say this. I feel that he was really very sincere to me. My other friends also said the same. The moment I went up, he looked me in the eye, his expression seemingly to take in my face, wanting to commit to memory, nodding to me. He didn't speak much, I did most of the talking, but he's really earnest. OP: (crying emoji) OP: Help me call an ambulance OP: Send me directly to the crematorium Friend: He only just wrote your name wrong ㅠㅠ he's really cute really sincere Friend: His face is really small. But his eyes are extremely?! big?! OP: He must be handsome in real life OP: When would I be able to see him that upclose Friend: His eyes were huge. Extremely huge. Really huge. Because he was looking at me so intently, I really find his eyes really huge. Friend: Anyway, he's really very earnest, when I was talking, he was listening to me intently, unlike the rest. I think he's the kindest amongst all of them today, really good. I think he's the best today.

OP's note to Kyungsoo

With the recent comeback and the dance practices, it must be very tough. Dont get sick, don't get hurt. If you feel unwell, please visit the doctors. If somewhere is hurting, be sure to voice it out instead of shouldering it alone. I love you a alot. From head to toe. Besides my father, I love you the most in the world. The most handsome, my ideal type. Also, there are many of your cfans here. More than you can imagine and we will keep doing our best to support you. We will lay the red carpet (for you) and we will work hard to give you even more/better. Go ahead and brave forward with no regrets. I hope you get to eat whatever you like to eat and do whatever you wish to do. As long as you're healthy, safe and blissful. No matter what, I will be supporting you. Love you.

Edited/Added:

@dyo_right_

Kyungsoo is signing and when Chanyeol was waiting for the next fan to come, he was staring at Kyungsoo intently, not looking away at all.

@Sabor_a_DO

Today, Chanyeol kept showing toys to Kyungsoo, so each time Kyungsoo is done signing with one, he will turn and look at the toys. After he was done with all the signing, he actually went through and touch all the toys, and even held the toy that made noise to the side of his ears.

@icontact_JD/@icemilk_tea

When they were role-playing and Kyungsoo was acting like an outlaw police, even when he hasn't done anything, Chanyeol already started running to the backstage, then Kyungsoo used his fingers to do a "the end" pose while slicing it across Chanyeol's waist level.

@xiu2_xiu2

Chanyeol was teasing Kyungsoo a lot, so Kyungsoo used a bottle to fight back, Chanyeol held his tummy and let out a "ah" and pretended to have been taken down ㅋㅋㅋ after sitting back down, Chanyeol continued to attack Kyungsoo with the soap bubble toy, so Kyungsoo followed suit, stood up and used this knee to attack Chanyeol from top down, this is totally re-enactment of what happens in the dorm.

@sehun_1223

After playing around with Chanyeol for a while, Kyungsoo knelt and bowed before heading to the washroom. Chanyeol used a mini fan and soap bubbles toy and kept spraying the bubbles at Kyungsoo and even after returning from the washroom, Chanyeol is still spraying the bubbles at Kyungsoo.

@ice_xiu0326

Back story: It seemed like Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were playing around alot after finishing with the signing and according to those who were in the venue, it should be that Chanyeol kept spaying bubbles at Kyungsoo's face, and even paired it with a mini fan (to make it work better), so Kyungsoo returned the attacks by using bottle, his arm or his knee to hit Chanyeol back.

Conversation during the fansign (in enclosed in tweet): Chanyeol: Very good very good~ Keep it coming~ Keep it coming~ Junmyeon: As expected of Kyungsoo Jongdae: Don't be alarmed everyone, this is daily life for us in the dorm~

@mana_chen

(🇯🇵 represents in Japanese) Me: May I ask what you’re raising? Kyungsoo: Toy poodle. Kyungsoo: Black and....silver white ✌🏻 (2 of them) Me: 2 of them! What’s their names? Kyungsoo 🇯🇵 : The black one is...Mogmool (in Korean), the grey one is Pepper (in Korean)! Me: Boys or girls? Kyungsoo: Girls Me: Both also? Kyungsoo: Yes Kyungsoo 🇯🇵 : ✌🏻 (2 of them) How do you say that in Japanese? Me: Ah? Er, the meaning? ｢にひき｣（2 in Japanese) 暻秀🇯🇵：にひき…にひき！Thank you (Time was up) Me: Thank you~ (On the post-in below, Kyungsoo had handwritten the names of his two puppies, “Mogmool Pepper”

@BDGZ_9293

Me: Do you know Kyungsoo’s expression? Kyungsoo: (pointing to the penguin) It’s this, it’s this. Me: Yes, can you please draw it for me? He conscientiously followed and drew. I didn’t expect him to have drawn the eyebrow. And the best part of Kyungsoo was that whatever I said, he listened to every words with a really sweet expression and replied to it...Warm-hearted Doh is the best ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅜㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ"

@Just_For都暻秀应援站

OP's friend went to the fansign yesterday, and gave Kyungsoo the support item - a kittendyo handfan - from fansite J (@Just_For都暻秀应援站), and told him it's a cfan fansite, his fansite, Kyungsoo was very pleased as he accepted the handfan, really happy, I really wanted Kyungsoo to know that there are many in China that really like him.

@matuannai

My friends help convey the news of my marriage.He gave me my blessing. Thank you.

Message from Kyungsoo: "Wish you have a pretty baby"

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P R E S S U R E { 4 }

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{Part 1} {Part 5}

Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 8,965

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, cursing Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.

Twitter was blowing up. The official BTS account had tweeted about a new opening act for the final show called “Slow Burn.” Sadly, Anthony tweeted about our name being Slow Burn a few hours ago and so the armies had figured it out quick enough. The reactions were mixed, but I just brushed it off. Everything about my mentions blowing up was downgraded due to my life ceasing soon.

“So, guys. I’m kind of offended nobody thanked me for getting us here. Jimin and I are best friends after all.” Alicia chided herself and I just heard Anthony groan.

“Yo, shut up dude. You know this wasn’t you.” Then he paused for a moment. “You know what? All you, Alicia. You get to do all the talking tonight. I’m excited for your first voice crack. I wonder if people will laugh or just be confused.” he snorted at his own joke and she just rolled her eyes.

“Hey Alicia.” she was sprawled on one of the couches as I paced around the room. “Is this karma?”

“Nah, this is a super sick chance, but karma is coming soon. Maybe you'll trip tonight.” She was probably right. I was clumsy.

“Fuck you, dude.” With that final quip, the door to the dressing room opened and Ji-Hye walked back in. She was a little fidgety, but she seemed fully put together and in control of her job, as stressful as it seemed.

She went to open her mouth, but before she could Anthony was already loud. “Hey Ji-Hye, quick question. Are we wearing these clothes on stage or do we get super cool clothes? You know, maybe that are breezy? Cuz I sweat- A lot.” Julianna punched Anthony and waved off his words, telling Ji-Hye to completely forget him and that we were grateful and comfortable and super duper grateful again. The woman only laughed us off, shrugging off our crazed words.

“I can see about getting you guys jeans and things, if you'd like.” We all nodded. It's be nice not to be afraid to make a sudden movement without ripping a seam. Knowing me, however I'd stay in this dress for the performance to make Yoongi happy. I knew he'd love to see that. “The stage you will be playing on is a bit different to sound check. Earlier we were trying to brainstorm would what work the best simply because the way the BTS stage is set up. It's set up for multiple movements around it and the other opening act was an idol group so we didn't have to make any adjustments there. However, you have instruments. So, we pulled a few strings and got you guys a rotating stage.”

We were all on our feet and moved closer to the woman. “Rotating?!” I exclaimed, “Can I get strapped down to it? I'll fall and die.” She was full of laughter as we all began to voice our concerns.

“Can I be strapped to Y/N? If I fall, she's going down too.” Alicia mused.

“What if it moves too fast and my skirt flies up? I can't stop mid line to adjust it…” Julianna nervously began tapping her fingers together.

However there were the guys. “That's so sick! Holy shit, our one night only got a lot cooler!” Anthony was ecstatic and Luke was right by his side.

“Does it just move around the entire stage throughout the set?” Luke was the only one with questions. Us girls still had hope we could get out if that full well knowing it was decided.

“Ahh, you boys keep me going.” she laughed, “The entire set it will move and slowly spin around the stage so that you never have your backs turns to one audience for too long. Between songs when you do your talking bits-” I didn’t even have to say it because I guess my popped eyes did. “Yes, talking parts. Basically explain what happened and that you’re grateful after your first song. Then explain a little bit about yourselves, you can do a cute little introduction thing if you want. Then plays two more songs. Talk about BTS. Another song. Thank them again, ask if they’re ready for BTS. Last song and after a bow and thank yous as you jog off of the stage. All good?”

We all nodded and she was gone again. I’d gone back to sitting down and was just running through speeches within my head. I was genuinely grateful for this experience, but I didn’t want to come off cocky or nervous even though it would be obvious I was dying. My movements tended to show my nerves, mainly by falling. I also had this really awkward hand that I didn’t know what to do with most of the time. It was- bad.

“Can we barricade the door until 10 minutes before show time?” Alicia asked, rolling back and forth on the entire couch she was taking up.

“I don’t think so.” Luke sighed sitting on her legs since there was no other place to sit. “Can you believe this shit guys? I feel guilty. I feel like we don’t deserve this and you all know we don’t… It’s all circumstances and we just got so damn lucky. Thank you Y/N, maybe now I’ll believe you picked the right guy.” Everyone except for me burst into a fit of laughter. I brushed off his spiteful comment about Yoongi. It wasn't the time.

Luke was right. It was all luck honestly and we were lucky for once in our lives. This wasn’t a normal thing that really happened, but here was the opportunity. In my anxious fit, I had decided not to speak no matter what they said to me. It was a lot of teasing of how well I’d do tonight with standing up and gravity, not my talent. I knew I was good at singing. It was always my fall back if my life fell apart which was slowly happening. Slowly.

For the next hour we sat in the room, doing beyond worthless things. I think Anthony had a fidget spinner and Julianna just doodled while Alicia napped and Luke kept going over chords on an acoustic guitar. I guess this was all of their ways of coping with anxiety while mine was just staring at something and thinking of the overwhelming darkness that was inevitably going to destroy me. So, it was a good time.

Luckily, we got clothes throughout the time. Well, I just got flat shoes. The man who brought them in said that Yoongi looked annoyed when he heard that I requested new clothes and he said, to quote, “What the actual fuck, I bought that girl a nice dress and she is going to shake her fucking talent off in it and I’m going to watch and be angry if she comes out in SKINNY JEANS.” The guy really emulated my boyfriend's attitude within the words, sadly. Now everyone was in jeans and cute tops and here I was looking like an idiot in a cocktail dress. I’m gonna make that joke on stage. Yeah. I’ll be funny. No I won't.

There was no press that came in to stop and we were all grateful for that one. Each one of the BTS boys did stop in for a quick moment while running through interviews. Jin was first and he came in to fix Anthony’s hair, saying he shouldn’t wear a hat on stage. The moment he left Anthony put the snapback back on, claiming his new haircut didn’t look good without it. Next was Jungkook who just held Julianna??? I was confused too.

Then Yoongi came in and gave me a squeeze and hi fived everyone. He wished us luck and told us he was proud of us. And that he wants a shout out. Asshole. Then Tae came in and picked up the acoustic guitar and knew nothing. Like, he couldn’t understand how to do an e chord when we tried to explain it. Hoseok and Jimin came in together. Hoseok gave us this long speech and Jimin just sat on Alicia who was in and out of consciousness throughout this time.

Namjoon came in last and sat us down. He gave us another run down of how it was going to go and made sure to stress that the ARMYS were loud as all hell and he loved it. Then he told us how good we were and how grateful he was that we were here and the last night of tour wasn’t ruined by a flaky opener. He left with hugs and a good luck.

“Show time in 2, come wait by the curtains and get ready to go.” Ji-Hye stuck her head in and waved us along. It was the moment we all stood up that I think it sunk in. All I wanted to do with my life was work, get married, and start a family but here I was about to play for almost 70,000 people because my boyfriend needed a favor. Wow.

The walk up to the stage was stressful. Everybodies eyes back stage were on us and I knew that if we fucked this up- I was done for. Not only would I be putting a strain on Yoongi, but if this was messed up it would account for the entirety of BTS. Then they’d find a way to get rid of me for sure and maybe even make Jimin stop being friends with Alicia. I couldn’t let her down here, I couldn’t ruin any friendships and I was too in love to fuck up my relationship. So, I’d let that push me.

At this point, we could see the lights slowly dimming out on stage and for the next moment we were alone. It was just the five of us standing in a circle. I had Luke on my right and Alicia on my left. Julianna stood next to Luke and Anthony beside her. As I looked through their faces quickly, I knew I was the only one who was extremely vocal about being nervous but they had it too. The wrenching feeling of making a mistake on their only shot… We could do it.

“We’re capable.” I put my hand into the middle. “We’re totally able to do this… C’mon. We’ve been playing these songs for the past 2 years. It’s basically all we know. We rock.” Alicia placed her hand atop of mine and nodded. “We won’t screw up.” Anthony’s hand was down. “We got lucky, but we’re doing them a favor. This isn’t some weird pity trip.” Julianna’s hand was down. “You guys are my best friends and I wouldn’t be able to do this if any of you weren’t here.” Luke’s hand was down. “All the love in the world for my favorites.”

We exchanged glances and nodded at the same time. In unison we counted down from 3 and threw our hands in the air, moving in for a quick group hug.

“20 seconds!” Suddenly instruments were being thrown onto them, the straps being quickly adjusted by stage crew to make sure they were low enough. “Drummer out first!” some voice in the distance called. “Wait 5. Guitars and Bass! Lights on, vocals.”

“We can do this.” I whispered as the five second countdown went off. Then the lights went off and my heart sank as I watched Anthony run to the kit on the stage surrounded by cheers. He began to play a simple beat and they clapped along to it. Lights began to play in motion with his drumming. Then the rest of them ran out, playing along to the start of our first song. It was called Tonight. They were starting with Tonight.

The countdown hit to three and I knew my vocals had to come in after the next riff. Before I went out, I pulled out one of my earpieces. I dashed for the stage as it began to move and hopped onto it, grabbing onto the mic and pulling it off of the stand. Here it comes. Here I go. “And every book it reads the same and all the pages never change. Growing tired of this same thing feeling.”

As I ran through the lyrics in time with the music, the memories of this song came back to me. I’d written it when I was 17 with Luke. It was my favorite Summer. We were going into our senior year and everything was amazing that summer. We’d all gotten morning jobs so every night we were out on the town and wherever our fake ids could bring us. Everything til that summer had sucked. School sucked, but here were the half free days that sung freedom.

“So let me take you out tonight, all that I can show you. Breathe these city lights, Let the beat control you. You’ll forget your life, everything they told you. You could lose your mind, if you want I’ll show you.”

It was our first time truly being free. We could drive at this point and the riff just came to us. We’d lived our lives as courteous students, never really breaking too many rules. We all had this comfort zone that we were hiding in, sitting around doing nothing. That year we decided to break past the harder parts and live a little. Enjoy our years. This was the last year we had before we were adults. We decided to make the most out of it.

I moved around the stage as I sang, falling into the music. Our music eased me. I was here with my family and in the crowd were my friends, even if some of them were possibly vomiting from seeing my face up here. They were lucky they didn’t have to see me vomit from this.

It was time for the bridge that was purely backed by bass. I made my way over to Julianna and she smiled, totally ready for her time to shine. It was the chorus a bit slowed down and my favorite little thing in this song to do. I clapped my hand against my leg to get it going and saw the rest of the band clapping along too except for Julianna. Here was her moment. “So let me take you out tonight, all that I can show you. Breathe these city lights, Let the beat control you. You’ll forget your life, everything they told you. You could lose your mind, if you want I’ll show you.”

The chorus came again, back up to full speed and by this point I was totally in my element. I loved this. I probably wouldn’t stop complaining, but this was my element. The last few riffs rang and the song ended, the crowd erupted into cheers and I couldn’t help but to laugh and smile. Everyone else was breathless and had the same look on- amazement.

“Hey everyone!” Wow, this was loud. There was a moment where I thought to put my other ear piece in, but fuck it. I wanted to hear them. “We’re Slow Burn, all the way here from America. A bit of a foreign thing right? Oh god, you guys definitely can’t understand me.” Laughter came from them. “Maybe some of you can. If you can, help out someone who can’t. I talk a lot and it’s a little irritating. Anyways, hope you guys liked that first song! We’re super grateful to get this awesome experience and before we go on- I want to thank BTS!”

Wow, that was loud again. Super loud. I slipped my other ear piece back in, but I could still hear them. This was amazing. “This thing on?” Anthony began his little talking thing.

“Yeah, I think it is.” Luke called back through his mic and wow did the crowd go crazy for them. They were two attractive guys and obviously these girls knew attractive. “I’m Luke, I’ll be playing you guys some nice rhythm guitar up here! I also play a little bit of piano too. The keys.” Everyone was full of giggles.

“Hey, I wanted to go first!” Anthony laughed, purely putting on some weird act the two of them had probably planned ahead of time. I’d never truly understand their goals here. “I’m Anthony! I’ll be playing you guys some nice drums. You know the drums are the real grit of the songs right? You’d be nothing without me and the bass line. The rhythm section.”

Julianna looked like she was about to pass out but I saw her quickly go towards her mic. Had they planned out this cute little thing and I was left in the dark? Of course they had. “Julianna here!” It was adorable. “I’m here to be the other half of the rhythm, some nice smooth bass all night!”

“Hey!” Alicia’s voice cracked almost immediately and the rest of us on stage burst into laughter. “I’m Alicia and I swear I’m not going through puberty. I’ll just be keeping my mouth shut on some lead guitar over here.” she quickly backed away from the mic.

“Uh, hey! I’m Y/N! I’ll be singing if that’s okay with everyone!” Oh boy was I awkward. “So, we’re Slow Burn and we have a few more songs if that’s alright with you guys! We’re gonna slow it down a little bit.”

The lights dimmed and Luke made his way to the keyboard that was close to him and played the first few notes of our song Let Me Hear. My vocals almost started right away and I loved this song. If I was going to be honest, this may be my favorite one. I’d written this song alone in full. Music, lyrics, composition. It was a little dark and twisty for a love song, but it was my love song. “I wish that we could hide away. Wear this flesh and rule the world. Through all our lies- our disguise, but they’ll never get to realize.”

I’d written this a few months ago when Yoongi and my relationship had gone public. I cried a lot at that time but he told me to channel it into something. He didn’t really mean a song at that point. Actually, he’d told me to get a second job or take boxing lessons. I wasn’t quite sure why me overexerting myself was his best suggestion, but it was.

Instead, I had found salvation sitting in front of the out of tune piano in my living room. When my parents finally separated, my mom said this was the most important thing she had to take. It was her parents first piece of furniture together and it held a special place in her heart. When we were apartment shopping, I swear this was the most important thing to her. She would have probably taken this piano over me at this point and sent me off to live with my father who had my sister.

The notes in the song slowly came to me and I found myself simply singing these words as if I’d known them my entire life. This song came so easily to me at that time. I guessed it was all of the pent up emotions I felt, but the ominous lyrics flowed. The message was clear, even if it was a bit hidden within this weird love song. “I keep calling out your name, so you know I’m still here to wipe away your tears. If we fall, at least we’re falling as one in the end, let me take your last breath.”

As I sang through the chorus one last time, I searched the vip balcony for Yoongi. I could see his figure there standing close to the edge, the lights blinded my view. His eyes were focused on the stage as it slowly moved around and in that moment I was so into this song. It wasn’t until it ended that I realized I had begun to cry during it from the raw emotion I was putting forth. With the last ominous chord at the end, we quickly picked up into a faster song.

X.U. This song was me again with Alicia helping with it. I tend to write most of our songs. Everyone else was capable but the sad part was that they were extremely lazy and never spilled their ideas unless I reached out for help on one of mine. “I’ll be there, hold on, I’ll save you somehow, so where are you now?”

This song was never meant to sound like as much of a long song as it did. It was written when the two of us were the only ones left at home. When everyone had gone away to school. It was primarily focused on the bonds we’d created together and that no matter what, it was us. The five of us always.

As the song seemingly ended, I heard a few claps, but the music kept going. It was just they keys now and Anthony leaned in towards the mic, the kick drum the only thing still going. “Alright everyone! I need you to get low for me, as low as you can go! Then when I say so, we’re gonna jump up and go crazy! Well, you guys. I kinda can’t.”

I went down onto one knee and as the music stopped, I jumped up almost into the words. “So if you wanna fight with me! Then go ahead, it’s destiny. Cause all I wanna do is set you free, you will be the death of me!” I was trying hard to still be fun and not completely lose my breath while jumping around. I had some belting to do here and I wasn’t about to mess up at the coolest part of the song. I just couldn’t help it, this was way too fun. I’d probably have a meltdown soon, but right now this was sick.

The song ended and I stood still for a moment to catch my breath, I caught eyes with Luke, who quickly stepped forward and began to yell into the mic. “You all having fun?!” He was met with screaming. “Yeah! We are too! We’re stoked to be here tonight! We’re a band all the way from America and wow! You guys are beautiful!” I could see some girls swooning from this guy. What a charmer.

“We just want to say another big thank you to BTS!” I chimed in, making my way to the front of the stage. “We wouldn’t have been given this opportunity without them and wow! How cool are they?” My enthusiasm was breaking. “But you don’t wanna hear this stuff, how about some more songs?!” Cheers. “Alright!”

The piano started slow. Here came When It Falls, the most vocally challenging song we had in our short little set for me. It was the hardest for all of us. It had backup vocals, a sick guitar solo, and the drumming was hardcore. It was speed drumming that Anthony could do in his sleep. It also had a bit of scream singing that Luke was super excited to do here. This song was always fun to play because it pushed us all to our brinks and we absolutely loved it.

“There’ll be no rest, There’ll be no love, There’ll be no hero in the end who will rise above. And when it ends, the good will crawl. The shining light will sink in darkness, victory for hate incarnate, misery and pain for all, when it falls.”

I’d written the piano in the start for this song and the guitar then had approached Anthony about it. This song felt like it was going to be angry and his girlfriend at the time was giving him all of that. He was pumped when we started this and immediately had ideas. I’d expected an angry breakup song, but he’d given me this much darker one.

His girlfriend at the time, Belle, was vindictive, manipulative, and always played the victim. I knew that he wasn’t happy in that relationship, but I couldn’t make his choices for him. After hearing the lyrics for this song, it was almost crazy to me how he’d brought that relationship into war terms. He’d written a song about war.

“This is not a tragedy, it’s not an accident. You placed your faith in fools and now you’ll smoother in lament. They play the part of allies, claiming peace their only goal, but once the fight for power starts, they’ll eat each other whole. Their iron gloves point fingers, they’ll wage a war of blame and mankind will wilt in pain.”

As the song drew to a close, I knew these were our final words and this was where we were almost done. As fun as this was, I couldn’t wait for it to be over so I could say we fucking did it. Even though at the same time, this was all I wanted to do.

“How are we doing everybody!?” I called out. “I can’t hear you~.” I teased and in sync we all pulled one of our earpieces out and cupped our ears with our hands. “Damn, you guys are loud, but I guess it’s because you’re excited. Who here is excited for BTS?!” They went crazy every time, it was amazing. “Well, so are we! We have one more song for you guys then it’s time to go super crazy! Here we go!”

This one had to be my favorite to actually play. It was called Hey Kids! It was a real performance oriented song. It had some cool talking parts and the guitar was absolutely amazing in it. I got to get some cool backup vocals from my girls and do some cool mantras in it. This song was written by all of us off of a riff that Luke had written. “Turn up the temperature, entice that golden taste. Give it some flavor, flavor, flavor. Just wanna hold your hand.”

We had written it without lyrics at first as a demanding song. Then it kind of felt- empty. So we did something that a lot of bands and artists could almost be afraid of. Hell, we were afraid. This could either ruin this song or make it fucking awesome. Happily, it did the latter.

As the long talking part approached, I made my way towards the rest of my band mates instead of the front of the stage. Every time I moved, I could feel the stage slowly rotating around me.

"You know? I'm really tired of your piss-poor attitude. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Show me some respect, jeez! Do you - Do you have any?! It's like you don't care about anyone but yourself I swear you do it to piss me off … You DO don't you?!"

Accomplished and it wasn’t super awkward. The smiles on everyone's faces were enough to prove me right. They were probably all nervous about the talking too especially cause I mainly joked around with it. I never really recited it the way it was written when we’d played it over the last 3 years.

“Let’s drive them crazy! This time, let an evolution shake our lives, we’ll overcome the chaos. Let’s drive them crazy! Sweet destiny, you are who I am living for-oh oh. You drive me crazy! I won’t forget, I will find you once again, just tell me where to go. Let’s drive them crazy! So, bring it on, I’ll challenge fate again and again Ohh- Oh Oh! Just wanna hold your hand!”

For the last line, we all spoke into our mics. “Now swear to respect the hero!”

Then, it was over. The moment that had been in all of our dreams since we were younger had happened and it was real this time. “Thank you!” I yelled into the mic. They placed down their instruments and we all ran to the front of the stage as the rotation finally came to a half right in the middle. We stood in a line with the guys on the side and me in the middle and put our arms to each other's backs, taking a quick bow all together. Then, we jogged off.

The second we reached backstage, I was greeted by Yoongi who ran over to me and picked me up, spinning me around. The entire crew was clapping for us, along with the rest of BTS. “Holy shit, you smell. Take a quick shower so you can see us perform.” Yoongi spoke in an obnoxious tone but he was quiet enough that only I could hear him. “You were amazing, baby. I couldn’t be any prouder of you.” he stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my chest, “Of all of you, really. Thank you for stepping outside of this one's comfort zone and doing us a favor.”

“You guys were amazing!” Namjoon came around and gave everyone high fives. “This was such a cool thing! Our best friends, rocking! You guys rock! We gotta write a song together because those songs were cool!” We couldn’t help except to smile and say thank you for the compliment.

“Holy shit, you guys do that almost every night?!” Anthony exclaimed, fist bumping everyone within a close enough range. “Major props, I need to hit the gym again.”

“See, you say that but you won’t do it.” Alicia joked and he just shot her a look. The four of them were sweating their clothes off, but I wasn’t as bad. I was probably bad, but not as terrible as them. They were holding heavy things and banging, but I was just attempting to be confident on stage. To have some sort of stage presence. I hoped it worked.

“We can train together! I’m off for the next two weeks!” Jin called to Anthony and slung his arms around him and Luke. “The three of us will train!” The two American boys vigorously nodded and I think everyone in the conversation knew they wouldn’t stick to any kind of regiment. They wanted to, but they easily gave into food. Lucky for them, they had fast metabolisms.

Yoongi pulled me away from the group, taking me towards where I’m guessing the showers were. I’d seen the American shows of this tour, but he was super excited for me to see this one. He’d always go on and on about how the shows home in Korea were something special and this would be my first time seeing it. Since we’d been in a secretive relationship, I was never able to truly fly out for these special occasions. Now I was able to, which was nice.

“Showers right here.” We stopped in front of a bathroom. “I put some stuff in there for you and I’m not kidding, I have a five-minute timer that’s about to start so you better fucking strip and wash yourself.”

“Okay, Dad, but just pull down my zipper first.” I groaned as he did so and then walked inside, slamming the door behind myself. The dress was quickly by my feet and I bent over to undo my shoes. Everything was off within seconds. I swear to god I took the quickest shower of my entire life, clocking in at about 3 minutes. Now I had less than 2 to get dry and dressed without ruining his night. “Yoongi!” I yelled, slipping into the dress. He burst in within seconds and zipped me up. “Quick enough?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on in 20. Where are you gonna hang out? Backstage or vip? Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Holy fuck, your throat must hurt. Oh shit, I’m s-”

“I don’t know what’s up with you right now, but you’re sounding like me. That’s bad.” I took his hands into mine to stop his jitteriness. “What’s with you? Yoongi, you don’t get nervous like this for shows.”

“But you’re here.”

“And I’ll continue to be here. So, stop it.” I leaned up and kissed him, reaching up to touch his mint green hair. He smirked into the kiss and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to him and breaking it. Now I was just shoved against his chest. “You’re suffocating me.” I croaked out.

He pulled away and reached out to lace his fingers with mine. “Do you wanna do a song together? Like, the way I have So Far Away with Suran.”

“On your mixtape?”

“No, like even before my next mixtape. The fans have been begging for me to do a cover of some song, so let’s make one together.”

“Dude-”

“You always start saying dude when your friends show up, stop it.” he had the biggest smile on his face. “I think it’d be, I dunno, cute.”

“You’re too cute. Listen, go get ready for your show. It’s gonna be amazing. I love you too much and you know it.” I pulled away from him and began to walk in the direction of the vip balcony.

“I love you, gorgeous,” he spoke quietly and even though the room was loud, I could hear his voice coming towards me. He saluted me goodbye and I laughed as I turned my back on him and jogged to the place I’d watch BTS from for the night.

Some of the member's families were here, but not Yoongi’s. I could only guess that’s why he was so excited about me being here. He was such an emotional family guy, but it was tough for his parents and brother to get out to shows a lot. I knew that they went to one that was closer to them during this tour, so that made me feel better about them not being here. It wasn’t like he had nobody- he had me. I was his family too at this point.

There were assigned seats and I found a paper with my name written on it surrounded by flowers in the front row. Alicia was next to me then Julianna was next to her and then the guys. Of course Luke’s was written with skulls on it and placed the farthest away from me. Yoongi had tried to make the handwriting not look like his, but it was a little bit too obvious. It was extremely laughable.

The room was full of strangers to me, but everyone seemed to have a kind smile on. Nobody gave me any kind of dirty look, but only compliments. Most of them barely spoke any English, but that didn’t stop these kind souls for commending me for my performance. I just got extremely embarrassed and quiet and full of thank yous.

Five minutes before showtime, my friend showed up back in their fancy attire and all clean and not gross. Luke fucking choked at his sign and crinkled it up, throwing it into a trash can. He took the empty seat to my left just to spite Yoongi and I just rolled my eyes. Luke didn’t still have a thing for me, but he knew my boyfriend was the extremely jealous type and like to push his buttons. They were always on each other's nerves due to their relationships with me and a good amount of the time I felt like I was walking on eggshells around the duo.

The lights went down and the crowd began to scream as a video played across all of the screens. Without even realizing, I was suddenly on my feet and into the show. BTS was one of my favorite artists to watch live. They were so about their performance and making their crowd feel safe and at home here.

They were in such a different element when they were on the stage.They were still the goofy guys we knew and loved but this was more serious for them. This is what their 12 hours a day of practice every day goes towards. All of the vocal and dance practices, everything. They were dedicated to making this the best damn night of everyone who came to see them and did a pretty amazing job at it.

The moment they stepped onto the stage was mesmerizing. From the outfits to each of their stage presence, it was captivating. They were simply euphoric.

The entire show maxed to about 2 and a half hours and it wasn’t until 10 minutes before it ended that my attention was taken away. It was Ji-Hye, she waved the five of us off of the balcony and backstage so we could actually hear her. “Bangtan has requested that you five go on stage for the final bow.” We simultaneously shook our heads no. “They said you’d say that and they said if you don’t come out you’re all going home tonight. Also, they said they won’t see any of you during their time off.”

“Of course they threatened us.” Julianna laughed, “At least I look super cute now. Fine, we’ll do it.”

I simply shrugged and rolled my eyes, running towards the curtain to catch the final song. They were ending with OUTRO: Wings tonight and I couldn’t help but to move to the music as it began. I ended up jumping around with my friends and locking eyes with Yoongi who was running around the stage. He suddenly picked up his speed and sprinted right over to the curtain and grabbed onto my hand. Fuck it.

I motioned my head to the rest of the band and they followed us dancing out. Yoongi held my hand and led all of the to the center of the stage where they all cheered when they saw the five of us making our way over. When it was time for his verse, he spun me away back to my band, only to come back like a puppy when the singing parts began.

The ARMY bombs were actually the coolest thing to see all lit from the stage. They changed colors as the boys sang back and forth with the crowd. It was time for the cute little dance circle they did and when Hoseok called “Suga!” This man tried to pull me over with him, so I pushed him. Then he fell and did some goofy move off of that.

As the song broke down, Hoseok yelled into the mic. “Are you guys having fun?! Are you gonna miss us!?” Then his super hype verse began. The coolest thing. As the last chorus started, the confetti cannons blew and showered the entire stadium.

As the song ended, the twelve of us grouped up at the center. Slow music started to play behind him as he gave a speech. He, first of all, thanked the armies for coming out, then he thanked the rest of Bangtan for being there with him on his journey, he thanked Slow Burn and all of the people behind the scenes. He thanked all of their families and then thanked all of the ARMYS again.

It was all in Korean, but at the start of his speech, Yoongi leaned into my ear to translate the entire thing to me. I felt his hot breath against the side of my face as he spoke and when Rap Monster had said the thing about their families, he quickly bit my ear and I felt him smile against the hair he was leaning on. As the speech ended, the twelve of us bowed together and then Slow Burn walked off of the stage so the other boys could do their ending remarks and take one final bow together.

We stood on the side of the stage and watched them as they all got super emotional. Again, it was times like these I wished I could understand Korean. At least noises were universal. Yoongi’s speech was last and there were multiple “Aww” noises and the general vibe in the room was love. The vibe was always love with Bangtan. The connection they had with their fan base was insane and something to not be rivaled. Ji-Hye leaned into me and whispered, “You know he’s talking about you right now?”

“What?”

“He’s saying that he’s very thankful for the way army has treated you and accepted you. He said he loves you a lot, Y/N.”

I could feel my face heat up red and I instinctively began to cry. Luke furrowed his eyebrows at me but offered his arm for me to cry on. “Hey! Stop crying back there, I’m watching you!” Yoongi laughed out into the microphone in English and I began to cry even more. “Ahh, hell.”

I cried through the end of their concert and then when they walked off of the stage I ran into Yoongi’s arms and cried into him as he carried me towards their dressing room. “”Ahh, stop crying. You don’t even know Korean.”

“Well, someone exposed you and now I’m crying.” I whined into his shoulder as I sniffed out the last few tears. “Does my makeup look okay?”

“Yeah, oddly enough. I’m gonna shower then we’re going back to the hotel and I’m letting you know that you’re getting fucked in that dress. Just in advance.”

I looked up at him with a disgusted face. “You know how to make a mood even better, don’t you?” He simply smirked at me and went into the showers. I pulled out my phone and sent a message in my group chat letting them know I was alright and that I’d see them tomorrow. We’d figured out we all had the same flight time to JFK, so lucky for them I could make sure they got there on time.

He walked out a few minutes later in a nice jacket and dress pants in a hurry. “I’m wide awake . Let’s go, baby girl.” This man basically rushed me out of the building and into the van to the hotel. I guessed it was so he didn’t lose this high he was riding out so he could finish his night strong,

His hand was on my thigh, dangerously close to me. Eventually, he gave up on trying to be subtle and began to suck on my neck lightly, not leaving marks as of yet. He was trying to tease me and we were both aware of it. I didn’t really get the teasing when I knew he literally wanted to have fucking hot sex. But he liked it and it was his night. Thankfully there was no traffic.

Once the van dropped us at the hotel, I purposely walked extra slow to tease him right back. His eyes shot daggers and he literally walked over and simply picked me up. I jumped right into the lift and wrapped my legs around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder, right against his ear. “Watching you tonight, Yoongi… I could barely contain myself. You looked so hot on that stage… and watching everyone marvel over you… The only thing I could think of is that I would be the one who got to go home with you at the end of the night.”

“That’s all you could think about?” I felt his cheekbones lift and I guessed it was the infamous smirk. He got into the elevator and pressed the close door button so nobody else could get in. “You weren’t thinking about anyone else?”

“I could never, Daddy. They could never fuck me like you do.” My whisper was sultry and I knew he was fucking hard. With that notion, I pulled away from his ear and moved my hair from in front of my face. We made eye contact for a moment before he licked his lips and began to kiss me like his life depends on it. My back was to the wall and I felt him against me. With the ding of the elevator, he basically sprinted towards our room.

He basically dropped me to rummage his pockets for the key card and I whimpered at the loss of contact. For such a put together guy, I watched Yoongi fucking fumble that card about 5 times before he actually got it to swipe. Then I was back in his arms for a barely a moment til he threw me on the bed. “Let me break this down for you. I’m gonna give you the schedule-”

“A sex schedule?” I burst into laughter.

“Listen, I know you’re fucking dripping wet for me right now, but it’s been a long day. We’re making love at this point, yada yada. I’m gonna fuck you. Then you can suck me off if you’re down for it.”

“Was that a jok-”

“Shh.” Then his lips were on mine again and I was underneath him like he always liked. I brought a hand up to his neck trying to make it as deep as it could be. His tongue didn’t even beg for entrance tonight, he simply demanded and I quickly knew what kind of night this was going to be. His hand snaked down to the end of my dress and he broke the kiss with a string of saliva hanging between up and I swatted it away. “I don’t wanna rip this.”

“So, take it off.” I propped myself up on my elbows.

“No, it makes daddy happy.” He brought in his famous pout but somehow right now it was more sexy than pathetic.

“Oh my god.” I cleared my throat then tried to put on the sexiest voice I had. “I want you inside of me, please. I’m so fucking wet and it’s all for you.” I brought my finger to my mouth and bit on the nail while looking up at him. “Just, work around the dress.”

He didn’t take any time after that. He inched it up slowly and I swear his pants and boxers were off at lightning speed. “I watched you tonight too, you know. You deserve this, baby girl. You were so- sexy. Your looks, your talent, your confidence, the way you watched me tonight…” He wasted no time pushing right into me. His hips quickly gained speed and he leaned forward to kiss me.

My elbows quickly slipped out from under me and I now had one hand in his hair and the other gripped onto his side. I threw off the jacket with my free hand and broke the kiss for a moment to rip off of his shirt. I traced his defined chest with my finger to quiet my loud moans of his name, not trying to give him a weird headache right now. He was pounding into me relentlessly and I couldn’t help expect to bite his lip, causing him to break the kiss to laugh his airey out of breath laugh. “Fuck.” he was out of breath but that wouldn’t stop him from teasing me even in the most intimate moments. “You’re so loud for me all of the time. If I slowed down would you quiet down? Or do you still want it rough?” his motions copied his words and I felt like I’d ascended. We’d been in this hotel room for about 2 days and fucked like 3 times, it felt like a safe space to fucking leave my body in.

“I can’t help but think of all the guys who watched you tonight.” he continued his lament, “You looked so fucking sexy in this dress all night, Y/N. I just laughed when I saw them marvel at you.” he brought his body lower to moan into my ear, “This is my little pussy and they fucking know it. I get to fuck you, in and out. Nobody can fuck you like I can. Nobody will ever fuck you like I can. Nobody else will ever fuck you, period.”

It was in that moment that I came all around him and he basked in the glory of it. As I hit my orgasm, I screamed out his name as I clenched around him. “Just my words made you come for me that quick?” he teased me, again.

“Maybe it was your cock going 90 miles per hour.” I should stop making sly comments. He was stopped for the second and I took it upon myself to move him out of me and get off of the bed and onto my knees. He knew what I was doing almost right away, I was simply following his “schedule”.

I knew it wouldn’t take long to get him to cum, he was already so close. I cupped his balls and squeezed them lightly, knowing he liked that. Knowing that it would get him a little bit mad that his dick wasn’t already in my throat. He made eye contact with me and squinted, full well knowing my games. With that, I took him into my mouth and began to bob my head.

His head shot back and his hand instantly was on my head, with a small fistful of hair within his hand. It was probably barely a minute until his dick began to twitch and he came down my throat. The moan of my name that escaped his lips was probably enough to make me dripping wet again, but I had to cool myself off.

He let go of my hair and extended a hand to help me onto my feet. He wiped my lip for excess cum and put his index finger into my mouth. I sucked on it and licked around, not breaking the intense eye contact he was keeping. His sweaty, straight face broke and he leaned in to kiss me with the goofiest grin on. “Hey, Y/N. Baby. Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me- for sex?” I was confused, simply.

“Hey, we’re calling it making love now. I’m thanking you for love. For loving me.” His arms wrapped around me to undo the zipper on the dress. Once it fell to the ground, his hands were on my ass, lifting me up once again.

“Don’t thank me for loving you.” He pecked at my lips and unclasped my bra and placed me back onto the bed. “I just- love you. I know you. It’s not a favor or anything. I- I-” A loss for words. “Thank you.”

His gummy smile was on now as he pulled off my panties and jogged across the room into my suitcase to find me something to wear. “It sounds stupid or whatever, but I don’t know Y/N, You just- make me happy. I love being like this. Everything is just so good in my life and I’m afraid it’ll crash down or something.” He came back over to me in a pair or his boxers and handed me one of my shirts and shorts.

Yoongi sat on the end of the bed right next to me and watched me quickly get dressed. “Why the sudden glum? Is everything kinda hitting you at once?”

“Yeah.” The mood change was upsetting. His head was in his hand now and he studied me with intense eyes. “I’m just wondering how I got so lucky.”

All I wanted to do here was make a slick joke, but I could see something was making him upset somewhere. Yoongi had this terrible habit of pushing off his feelings until they got to a point where they exploded and we’d been trying to work on that. I just wanted him to be able to communicate his feelings with me before he took them out somewhere bad. “I think about that a lot too.” My voice was low.

“Yeah, life's great and we’re happy, right? But, I kinda fucked you over with this idol thing.” His voice was sullen. “It’s so tough for you and it hurts me so bad seeing you cry when you’re literally the thing that prevents me from feeling that way.”

“Hey, buddy.” He looked up with a disgusted face to the buddy. “Honey bear, Oats, Shrek. Listen. I can handle it. Sometimes I have bad days and maybe I scare you, but my budding sense of humor gets me through it. And you. Thinking about being with you forever and ever is fucking scary, but so are your rapping skills and look how good that’s going. So, trust me when I say I’m okay and know that if I wasn’t I’d tell you. You know I like to be honest with you.”

“I know.” he reached his arm around my shoulder and pulled my head into him. “This is just me letting my thoughts get to me at the weirdest times.” he had a smile on his face now, “We’re gonna sleep. Then we’re gonna wake up and go to America.”

“Is this on your schedule too?” he let go of me and elbowed my arm. Without a word he crawled to the head of the bed and tucked himself into the covers.

“Light.” he mumbled and I groaned and slowly walked across the room to turn it off.

Then that was our conversation for the night. I slipped into the bed and slept a bit away from him, only feeling his fingers resting in the ends of my hair that laid next to him. The lights of the city seeped through the curtains and I glanced over at his already sleeping self. He was amazing, inside and out. He didn’t exactly snore, but his breathing was loud tonight. There was something different about the way he was asleep tonight and I didn’t notice until I felt my tired eyes glued to his face in order to find out.

Yoongi was smiling in his sleep tonight and it simply warmed my heart.

Authors Note: First of all, I want to say I do NOT own any of the songs used within this chapter. They’re amazing songs by their respective artists and I simply thought they fit very well with the messages I was trying to get across!

Second, thank you so much for the feedback on Pressure! I love to hear what you guys think and my messages and ask box are always open, so please let me know what you thought!

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Recent Senyuu news

Hiiii, sorry, I’ve been slacking on keeping the tumblr side of Senyuu up to date with recent Senyuu news (due to real life running me over real good but that’s neither here nor there) so I’ll do a kind of quick collection/summary of what’s been going on. To be fair, there usually isn’t this much news all at once anymore so it took me by surprise. +_+

First, Senyuu Main Quest Part 2 Volume 6, aka the final volume, is now up for preorder at your store of choice. It’ll be released May 9th.

There is a limited edition where a picture book drawn by Haruhara will be included.

You can check out the link on Amazon Japan here, Kinokuniya US here, and CDJapan has the regular edition up but I didn’t see the limited edition. It’ll probably be there eventually though.

Second, Haruhara made a Twitter poll the other day. It’s already over, so sorry I didn’t put it up earlier with a translation for people to participate in. The content is as follows:

Since all the work for Main Quest is beginning to calm down, I figured I would finally get moving on some of the things I planned and said “I’m gonna do this!”. But just saying “I’m gonna do this!” was a bit too much I suppose, I would like to request your participation for what I should focus on first. “I’m gonna do it!”

Doujinshi (Alba VS Creasion)

LINE stickers

A second round of acrylic charms

A livetalk

There were over 5000 votes, and the doujinshi won by a landslide haha. By the way, I picked the LINE stickers...!

But these are all things that Haruhara plans to do, the results of the poll only determine what order he’s going to tackle them in. Everyone look forward to it...!

Further explanations on the four choices from Haruhara’s blog post here.

The doujinshi is something that I can’t put into Senyuu+. I’ve wanted to draw the situation where “Between post-Part 4 Alba and Creasion during the time he was running wild, who’s stronger?”. If this scenario was in Senyuu+, I’d have to think of a reason for why these two were fighting and it’d become official and established history in canon. If it’s just a doujinshi, it’d just be “Okay! Bam! Boom!” and everything’s all good. That’s the kind of attitude I want to draw it with.

The LINE stickers are something I never had time to get around to. About two years ago, when I tried making some, I only thought of making the usual ones like “Good morning” or “good night”. But I feel that since probably everyone already has a bunch of those types of stickers, I’d like to solicit help from requests for “This panel in this chapter” or “This scene” and I’ll redraw them in the style of LINE stickers.

The acrylic charms are just what they are. I think making 15 of them was too many, so the number would be less, but I’d also like to make them for characters that I didn’t include last time.

The livetalk is also just what it is. But! Only in regions where I haven’t done it yet! I want it to be an event with real interactions, you see.

And finally, the thing that had Twitter in an absolute frenzy several hours ago: Alba in a wedding dress.

Haruhara was thinking that he’d like to have the doujinshi released before summer, but he realized with a start that he’ll be busy until then with his upcoming wedding ceremony. He and his wife only had a private event before since they didn’t have time, but they’re making the arrangements for a proper one.

The Alba picture is something he drew with the intention of attaching to the invitation emails, but he forgot about it and didn’t use it. RIP. But also congratulations, sensei!!!!!

With that being the case, stuff from the Twitter poll will start being released around mid to late summer, etc etc... Also a new issue of his doodle collection booklets. And of course Senyuu+ will still be updating.

Phew, I think I got everything. Sorry for the long post.

#senyuu #haruhara's tweets #haruhara robinson #senyuu main quest #i 'complained' on twitter but i want ros and crea in the wedding dresses too!!!#ruki can have the tux!!#ALBATROSSRUKICREA WEDDING WHEN?

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what is the second to last letter of your first name? ”I.” how bout the last letter of your last name? -- 5th letter of your middle name? -- what time was it 17 minutes ago? 6:09AM. when was the last time you ate your favorite food? I had ramen a few hours ago, which is one of my favorite foods.

what food is that? ^^^ describe the shoes you wore today I haven’t worn any so far and have no plans to. do you drink coffee? I sure do. what song are you currently listening to? I’m not listening to music; I’m listening to an ASMR video. tell me a line from that song -- how long has your favorite animal been your favorite animal? I’ve loved giraffes and dogs since I was a kid. when was the last time you spoke to your mom? Last night before she went to bed. tell me about something interesting you did today It’s only 6:28AM so not much. I dozed off around 230ish and woke up at like 5:45 needing pain medicine and then decided to scroll through Tumblr and do some surveys for a bit in hopes that I’ll be able to fall back asleep soon. do you have a job? where? Nope. what is your pet (if you have one) doing right this second? She’s in the living room so I can’t see her at the moment, but I’m going to assume she’s on her couch asleep. what kind of pet is that? She’s a doggo. what is/was your favorite subject in school? English. do you have an instagram? Yes. if so how many posts do you have? *shrug* I don’t feel like checking. have you ever been to Europe? No, but hopefully someday. if so, what country(ies)? -- what's your favorite number? The number 8. does that number have any particular significance to you? Yes. what did you buy the last time you went to the mall? Christmas gifts. what battery percent is your phone at right now? 59%. can you juggle? Nope. what do you expect to be doing in 3 hours from now? Sleeping, hopefully. have you ever done any acting/theater? I actually took a couple acting classes for electives at community college. I’m still surprised I did that. how is your hair currently styled? It’s up in its usual messy bun. do you have a pinterest? I do. if so are you addicted to it like me? No, but I do like spending some time on it. do you know anyone who lives in Massachusetts? No. what's the last movie you saw in theaters? I saw A Quiet Place 2 a few days ago. It was nice being at the movies again and finally getting my movie theater popcorn I had been craving. did you enjoy it? Yeah. what's your favorite color combination? I love pastel combos. can you speak any foreign languages? if so, which one(s)? I can speak a little Spanish. say something in said language: (and its translation) ”Estoy cansada pero no puedo dormir.” --> “I’m tired, but I can’t sleep.” what are your plans for tomorrow? I don’t have any. have you ever visited the location of your favorite movie? I haven’t visited any movie locations, but I think that’s cool and would love to do that with several locations. ever read The Book Thief? (if not you should, it's really good) Nope. what's been the best part of your summer so far? Nothing so far. I hope to make a few beach trips, though. do you know what boomwhackers are? Uhh, no. how about a vibraslap? Nope. what's the last thing you took a picture of? **starting this at a later time* I think it was a screenshot. what's your computer's wallpaper? Alexander Skarsgard. how about your phone? I have a Grumpy Bear Care Bear theme going on currently. what's the last thing you watched on youtube? I’m currently watching a YouTube video. how many facebook friends do you have? (if you have facebook) 100 and something. do you use vsco? I have the app, but I’ve hardly used it. what kind of phone do you have? An iPhone 12 Pro Max. are you musically inclined? No, unfortunately. if so, in what way(s)? -- do you prefer to type in word or google docs? I used Google Docs throughout university. what color is your water bottle? I don’t have a reusable water bottle. are you smart?? I feel I’m just very average. besides basic human nessecities what's one thing you can't live without?: I’d really like to always have my coffee, ha. what religion are you? Christian. have you ever seen your favorite animal in real life? Yes. tell me about a song that has personal significance to you. The acoustic version of “Everlong” by Foo Fighters. what are your opinions on Hamilton? The play or the person? does your cat purr really loud? (if you have a cat) -- does your cat have major mood swings? -- who do you admire? My mom. last time you went to starbucks, what did you order? A venti peppermint white chocolate mocha. have you ever gotten a really good grade on a test you didn't study for? Not a test, but essays and assignments that I may have BS’ed a little. how about a bad grade when you studied really hard? Yes. what's your favorite book you had to read for school? One of them is A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. how about your favorite book in general? I couldn’t choose just one. ever heard of the musical Honk!? (the ! goes with the title) No. have you ever met your favorite celebrity? No. who is that person? Alexander Skarsgard. how many times have you seen your favorite movie? I have many favorite movies. can you count to 100 in any languages other than English? Spanish. when was the last time you went to the beach? September 2019 aka waaaay too long ago. what's your dream concert? Hmm. what state do you live in? California. have you ever been in a youtube video? Yes. I’ve uploaded some vidoes before a longgg time ago, but those will remain private now forever. I don’t know wth I was thinking lol they’re so lame. A friend and I uploaded a few as well that are just like...why. how about in the newspaper? Yes. on TV? Yes, on my local news. on the radio? To request a song back in the day. do you prefer to call, text, or email people? Text. what's your dream job? I don’t have one. :/ last time you were in a theater/concert hall/auditorium what was it for? I saw The Phantom of the Opera a few years ago with my aunt. do you have pierced ears? Yeah, my earlobes are pierced. what's your favorite grocery store? We do our grocery shopping at Walmart and it works out fine. tell me a line from a song you particularly love I have many favorite songs. do you like elephants? Sure. how about giraffes? I love giraffes. describe the shirt you're wearing? I’m wearing an Adidas dress shirt. It’s quite comfortable. what did you have for lunch? I haven’t had lunch, yet, it’s only 6:57AM. is it sunny outside? Not yet. can you stand on your head? No. what's your favorite restaurant? I don’t have one. would you rather travel to the past or the future? The past. what's the best gift you've ever received? I couldn’t possibly choose. describe your perfect day. A nice, relaxing day at the beach. did you have chicks in your class in elementary school? Yes, I went to co-ed schools. I’m also a “chick.” Or are you referring to baby chickens? That would be odd, but *shrug* maybe that was the norm where you’re from lol. do you doodle in your notebooks? Yeah. what month is your birthday in? July. how many times a day do you brush your teeth? At least once, but I try for twice. when did you last change a lightbulb? I don’t remember. what's the last song you sang? I don’t recall at the moment. do you know anyone who had a baby recently? Someone on my Facebook did. do you avoid the cracks on the sidewalk? Yes. name 3 things in your refridgerator. Creamer, soda, leftover pesto pasta from last night. have you ever won an award? Honor roll awards and club stuff.

last time you had ice cream, what flavor? I had a homemade chocolate banana milkshake last night that was made with vanilla ice cream. what other tabs do you currently have open? Pinterest, Bzoink, YouTube, and Google. what's the 4th song in your iTunes under letter S? *shrug* I haven’t used iTunes since like 2012. the 2nd song under letter M? -- do you prefer to travel by car or plane? Depends how far I’m going. what internet browser do you use? Chrome. what's your favorite kitchen utensil? Forks and spoons are pretty great. how do you feel about ducks? They’re cute. ever ridden a horse? No. can you eat with chopsticks? I haven’t given them much of a try, but when I have I was flimsy and just gave up quite quickly. do you know what imbakwa moyo means? (without looking it up)? No. tell me a line from the song you're currently listening to. I’m not listening to music. have you ever been to a u-pick berry farm? No. are you good at dancing? Nope. would you like to swing on a star? That sounds terrifying. have you ever forgotten to do your homework? I was good on staying on top of that because I worried about that happening. do you like Shakespeare? No. if so, which play is your favorite? -- are there certain words/phrases that trigger songs in your brain? Yeah. would you rather read a book or watch a movie? Depends on my mood. who sent the last text message you received? My dad. don't you hate that rainbow spinning wheel on the computer? It’s quite annoying. how many minutes are in a year? 525, 600 minutes. do you only know that from Seasons of Love? Yep. what's your favorite article of clothing? My oversized grahic tees and leggings. Although, these shirt dresses I recently got are very comfortable and convenient. do you prefer even or odd numbers? I don’t have a preference. ever heard a hammer dulcimer? No. do you enjoy going to the library? I loved going to the library as a kid. I went all the time. when did you last write someone an actual letter? I have no idea. what's the last gift you received? A new pair of Beats wireless earbuds. did you know that strawberries and raspberries are not actually berries? I did know that. I still say they are anyway. are you good at spelling? I think so. can you roll your r's Nope. can you lick your elbow? Nope. do you have a twitter? I do. do you recycle? Yeah, cans and plastic bottles. when's the last time you rode the bus? Like 5 years ago. I used to have to take it sometimes in college. what's the longest vacation you've been on? A week. what's your favorite kind of donut? Glazed and maple. do you own anything from Vera Bradley? No. when you go in a pool do you jump in or use the ladder? I don’t do either. I can’t swim, so if I’m going to get into the pool I have to be helped into an inner tube. do you have perfect pitch? Uh, no. I have no athletic abilities. what's your mom's name? I don’t know if she wants me sharing that. do you have an uncle called Steve? Nope. do you have multiple friends with the same name? I don’t have any friends. do you play neko atsume? No. I don’t even know what it is. what did you think of The Fault In Our Stars? I liked the book and the movie. did you prefer the book or the movie? ^^^ The movie actually had me really crying, though. do you like yogurt? Nah. do you like riding on carousels? Nah. ever played with a pinwheel? Yes. do you like museums? I do. if so, what type is your favorite? I like historical ones. is your bedroom a mess? It’s a little cluttered at the moment. Things have been hectic and I have all these medical supplles spread out right now. what's your favorite thing to eat at Thanksgiving? Turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, stuffing, my brother’s homemade baked mac and cheese, rolls, appetizers... ever had a treehouse? No. have you ever seen a kangaroo in real life? No. a year ago today, what were you doing? I could check my Timehop app again and see, but nah. are you procrastinating on something? Not at the moment. do you have a brother? I have two. a sister? No. do you know what a pandereta is? No. are you currently reading a book? I am. what book is it? ”The Girl and the Unlucky 13″ by AJ Rivers. how are you today?? Eh, alright. when's the last time you used a dictionary? I don’t recall. which do you dislike more, doctor or dentist? The dentist. what's the last thing you searched on google? About a movie. do you ever have conversations via text/email with people in the same room? I have. what was your favorite book when you were a little kid? I had many. I’ve always loved to read. ever owned a pet bunny? Nope. how about a goldfish? Yes. what color hair do you have? Naturally, it’s dark brown, but I dye it red. what did you eat for dinner? I haven’t had dinner, yet, but probably just some leftover pesto pasta from last night. what song, if any, is currently stuck in your head? None at the moment. are you right handed or left handed? Right handed. what website did you last visit? (besides this one) Google. what time do you usually go to bed? When the sun is coming up. Sigh. have you seen the movie Miracles From Heaven? No. what is your opinion on muffins? I love muffins. do you remember your locker combination? I don’t have a locker. do you listen to classical music? I haven’t in a long time. ever take buzzfeed quizzes? Yeah. what's your favorite store? Boxlunch and Hot Topic. when's the last time you were onstage? My UC graduation back in 2015. does it snow where you live? No. :( do you like pasta? I loveee pasta. how about chinese food? Yeah. do you prefer to color with markers or colored pencils? Colored pencils for sure. do you usually look good in pictures? Ha, no. I never do. describe the case on your phone It’s a Winnie the Pooh one. what kind of shoes did you wear today? I didn’t. have you seen any plays/musicals recently? No. what's your favorite thing you've been for Halloween? Eh, I don’t really have a favorite. what do you like to eat at the movies? I have to get popcorn. It’s a must. what was your favorite TV show when you were 10? Whatever was on Nickelodeon and Disney Channel basically. do you have neat handwriting? No, my handwriting is shit. what's your favorite quote? I have several. when did you last have a glass of water? Like an hour ago. what's your shoe size? 6 in women’s US. do you wish you were older or younger? Younger. I’d even be fine if I just stayed this age. do you have more than one best friend? No. when did you last brush your teeth? This afternoon. are you wearing socks? Yep. Always. are your nails painted? Nope. I haven’t painted my nails in years. why do people park in a driveway and drive on a parkway? It is what it is. is the glass half empty or half full? Mine is empty. where was the last beach you went to? About 2 hours away. why does the dentist talk to you when they have stuff in your mouth? I never understood that either. when did you last get a haircut? Over a year ago. how many lights are on in the room you're in? Three. do you like wolves? They’re beautiful animals. what are the first 3 digits of your phone number? --- how long is the song you're currently listening to? I’m not listening to music. have you ever bought anything on etsy? Yeah, a lot of things. do you prefer breakfast or dinner? Dinner. have you ever experienced a tornado? No. a hurricane? No. an earthquake? No. do you like sushi? Ew, nooo. are you registered to vote? I am. when did you last eat waffles? A couple days ago. do you wear glasses? Yes. do you like spicy food? I loved spicy food, but I can’t have it anymore. :( do you like your neighbors? I don’t know them. do you play 2048? No. what's your dream college? I already went and graduated from college. have you ever been to Africa? No. have you seen your favorite movie more than 5 times? I have many favorite movies and a lot of them I’ve seen countless times. what did you last post on facebook? I shared some meme thing.

do you use a mouse or a trackpad? Trackpad. what's your favorite word? *shrug*

what voice part are you? Huh?

how is your hair currently styled? In a messy bun. how much caffeine have you had today? Just coffee this morning so far. where do you typically do your grocery shopping? Walmart. do you know anyone who has a birthday soon? One of my cousins. when did you last receive mail? Recently. what was it? Bills, of course. are you sitting on a chair? Yeah. what did you last watch on youtube? An ASMR video. is your bedroom upstairs or downstairs? I live in a single story house. are you wearing any jewelry? No. do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Both are nice. have you ever seen Wicked? No. (if you have) what's your favorite song from it? -- what's your favorite game on your phone? I like to play murder mystery games sometimes. do you take surveys a lot? I’d say so. do you wear a watch? Nope. what was your biggest accomplishment of the day? Getting out of bed. did you ever have an American Girl doll? Nah. how about webkinz? No. have you ever seen the awesome fountain in the detroit airport? I’ve never been. ever thought you saw someone you know but it turned out to be a stranger? Ha, yeah. what web browser do you use? Chrome. are you wearing shorts? No. what do you wish you could do this summer? Beach vacays. have you ever skipped school? In college sometimes. has a song ever freaked you out cause the volume was up too loud? Yeah, I’ve jumped many times because of that. I’m so jumpy. do you have an ipad? No. is there anyone who you miss even though you don't know them very well? No. what's your favorite time period in history? I find various times in history interesting. when's the last time you were in a church? It’s been five years since I’ve been in an actual church, but I’ve been attending the live streams to a local church for over a year now. how do you typically watch movies? Certain movies, like the ones I’m really into and excited about or just think looks really good, I like to go see in theaters for the first time. I also watch through some streaming service or on TV. besides money, what would you like a lifetime supply of? My favorite foods. do you like rain? I love it. do you shop at thrift stores? No. look behind you! what's there? My back pillow is right behind me. who did you last talk to outside the family? My doctor.

can you touch your tongue to your nose? No. what/who do you fangirl/boy over? Alexander Skarsgard. where does your dad work? A car repair shop. have you ever caught a fish? No. do you play candy crush? Nope. Never got into those games. flappy bird? No. do you have an ipod? Yeah, but it’s been stored away and unused since 2012. do you celebrate christmas? Yes. I love Christmas. how many songs do you know all the words to? Many. when did you last eat a donut? A few days ago. what's your favorite ride at the fair/amusement park? My favorite amusement park is Disneyland and I enjoy majority of the rides. what are 3 things you want to do before you die? Get my shit together, do something with my life, and travel. have you ever shopped on redbubble? Yes. what is on the walls of your bedroom? Some canvases and framed photos. what brand of toothpaste do you use? Sensodyne. what do you wear to bed? Clothes. do you eat seafood? Nopee. who do you admire? My mom. what color is your computer? Silver. do you do your own laundry? I need help with that, which my mom does. ever broken a bone? yes. what restaurant did you last go to? The last one I physically went to and ate at was Denny’s last year before the pandemic hit. I get takeout regularly, though, from various restaurants and fast food places. what do you spend most of your money on? Food. when did you last see your cousins? It’s been awhile. when's the last time you saw a rainbow? I don’t remember. when's the last time you were on a boat? Years ago. what time do you usually get up? Between like 9 and 11 lately. do you like fluffy cats? Sure. what's your favorite time of year? Fall, Halloween, winter, and Christmastime. what's the most beautiful song you know? Hmm. what's your favorite stuffed animal? All my many, many giraffes and my two Baby Yoda plushies. what do you put in your ice cream sundae? Strawberry syrup. any plans for the weekend? No. is it sunny outside? No, it’s 11:40PM. have you read the hunger games? Yep, I read the series. can you speak Spanish? Very little. do you like enchiladas? Sure.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #this took me f o r e v e r /lots of breaks #long survey

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