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Valentine’s Day 3 - Autobalance

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"You got all your stuff Spy? Taxi's on his way." Engineer asked as he knocked on the door with the knife symbol.

"Oui, I am coming." The voice with the French accent answered.

Inside the suite, Spy wasn't alone. He sighed as he picked up his suitcase and his mask before looking up at Sniper.

"Spook…? You sure you can't stay?"

"I do not think I can. The Administrator's orders were very clear, you received the same letter as I did. I am to be transferred to the enemy team and you will receive their Spy in exchange."

"Yeah… But why does it have to be like that?" Sniper asked, fumbling with his hat between his fingers. He had meant it as a rhetorical question, to express his distress more than anything else. But Spy answered anyway.

"Because we keep winning against them with baffling ease. It was high time that something was done about that."

"Couldn't she swap other people? You're not alone in this team!"

Spy took the step that separated him from his lover and put his suitcase down. He splayed a hand on Sniper's chest. Like a reflex, his glove travelled up to Sniper's collar and adjusted it. Ah, Sniper didn't know how to dress up. But that was not why the Frenchman had fallen for him. Non, it was rather for his way of undressing the Frenchman, figuratively and concretely.

Sniper had an innocence, a naivety almost, that touched Spy more deeply than anything else. He had learnt to ignore the scruffy looks, the almost feral manners and instead, found himself falling for them all. Those features were nothing but a wall hiding a kind of honesty and sensitivity too powerful to be understood by the common mortal. Spy had learnt to see through the campervan, the atrocious mullet, the equally hideous sideburns and the messy stubble on the skin tanned by years under the scorching sun of Australia. He had fallen for them all.

"Mundy." Spy said and Sniper, who had his head lowered, closed his eyes and frowned. "Look at me, please."

"Can't. It hurts."

"Please…?" Spy put his gloved hand under Sniper's chin and pulled it up until their eyes met.

"Mh…" Sniper protested.

"We will continue to see each other at work. This is not a goodbye." Spy said, trying to comfort him.

"Yeah, when you stab me in the back." Sniper sighed.

"I will not spare you, mon amour, you know how much I like to scratch that back of yours." Spy wiggled his eyebrows and Sniper eventually managed to smile.

"C'mere…" The Aussie wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in a tight hug as he buried his head in Spy's shoulder. "I'll miss you, luv'." He inhaled the expensive perfume and the menthol cigarette, the distinctive scent of the man he loved.

"I will miss you too." Of course Spy returned the dear embrace and they remained stuck to each other for a long while. Chest against chest, their breathing synced as their fingers clawed harder on each other.

"Yo, Spy! Your taxi's comin'!" Scout shouted from the door.

"Get lost!" Sniper shouted from the inside.

"You are interrupting a moment, Scout." Spy added.

"What kind of moment? C'mon, you gotta hurry, man!"

Spy looked at Sniper and answered:

"The kind of moment you dream of having with Miss Pauling."

Sniper chuckled.

"Oh guys! Jeez! Disgustin'...!" Scout's voice seemed to be deafened more as he walked away from the door.

Spy and Sniper chuckled.

"Right, let me carry this for you." Sniper took the suitcase off of Spy's hand.

"Thank you, that is very kind of you."

They headed for the door.

"Well, gotta help the elderly, eh?"

"Mundy!" Spy nudged him with his elbow.

The Aussie chuckled and put his hand on the door knob.

"Wait." He turned to Spy. "Lu'...?"

"Oui?" Lucien answered with a sweet smile. He was about to put on his mask.

"Can I uh… Can I kiss you, just one last time?"

Lucien shook his head, his grin growing wider.

"May I kiss you." He corrected. "And please, I am all yours."

Mundy let go of the door handle and laced his arm around Lucien's waist, pulling him closer as he pushed his lips against him. Lucien wrapped his arms up around Mundy's neck and pushed himself to the tip of his toes, in his varnished Italian shoes.

"Gosh, I'll miss your lips." Mundy stayed with his forehead against Lucien. His hand travelled up to his hair. He stroked it gently.

"Only my lips?" Lucien tapped the tip of Mundy's nose with his gloved finger before putting on his mask and passing in front of him to open the door.

"Nah, definitely not only yer lips…"

"Mundy-!" Lucien got startled when he felt from behind Mundy's powerful fingers grabbing him where he was quite sensitive.

"C'mon, luv', let's go."

They exited the suite. Spy said goodbye to his team as the taxi arrived. The enemy Spy exited it and entered the base. He shook hands with his new teammates.

"Spy?"

"Spy."

Both spies shook hands too.

"Sniper, do you mind holding on to my suitcase, I will give the new Spy a tour of his suite." Lucien asked.

"Sure. Don't be too long though, the taxi driver's waitin'."

"But of course."

Both spies went to the door with the knife symbol and entered. It lasted a few minutes and soon, Lucien exited again. Mundy nodded to the front door and the Frenchman nodded. They exited the base and soon found themselves at the taxi's car.

"Hey, promise you'll go easy on my back?"

"Only if you spare my head, and my suits."

"Your suits?" Mundy asked, not understanding.

"Your Jarate, Sniper."

"Ah, yeah… Well, depends."

"On what, may I ask?"

"If you behave." Mundy answered with a wink and Lucien blushed beyond his ears.

"Stop it."

"Make me." Mundy growled low enough that the taxi driver wouldn't hear and Lucien chuckled.

"I will see you tomorrow, as usual." The Frenchman said.

"Yeah. Oh, hold on…" Mundy opened the car door for him.

"Oh… Merci." He slipped in the car on the backseat and fastened his seatbelt.

Mundy tapped the window and Lucien lowered it.

"Uh, I hope I'll say it right, but uh… je t'aime."

[I love you.]

The pronunciation was tainted with a heavy English accent, the syllables were butchered and the sounds slaughtered. Lucien chuckled at how distorted it sounded from his Sniper's voice.

"Merci."

[Thank you.]

The driver started the engine and Mundy was left alone in front of the base, in the middle of the orange desert split by a grey line of asphalt. The car looked smaller and smaller as the taxi driver flew like the wind. Eventually, it completely disappeared and Mundy sighed, his shoulders sinking sadly.

He went back straight to his van and spent the rest of his day off there, like a fox in his den. Time passed slowly, terribly so. It was torture to go through the day without his lover and Mundy found himself imagining what Lucien was doing in the enemy base, wherever it was. Did he start by unpacking his suits? Or did he just collapse on his bed and get sucked in the same daydream as Mundy was?

Perhaps, he had decided to start by taking a shower, to clear his head, then unpack before organising his new home, getting to know it. Of course, Lucien would do all these things with a cigarette between his lips, carding his salt and pepper hair elegantly from time to time. Ah, his grey front lock would always fall on his forehead and between his eyes. He used to always complain about it, saying that he would cut it shorter. But Mundy would answer that his hair was perfect as it was, and he shouldn't cut it.

Once, he even jokingly suggested that Lucien should tie it away in a ridiculous, very short ponytail at the front. And the Frenchman answered that he seriously was considering it. Of course it was nothing else but a joke, yet Mundy had taken his words and found a little rubber band. He took it to the Frenchman's suite and it had ended up in a game of cat and mouse where Mundy was chasing his lover to tie his hair. When he finally did catch him, he tied the grey front lock of hair and Lucien looked absolutely ridiculous. That day, he had even kept it for the entire evening and only removed it when he went to bed with Mundy.

Ah, the nights would be lonely now. No Lucien to lie his head on Mundy's shoulder, no Lucien to stick his ice cold feet on Mundy's calves, just to bully him. And of course, no Lucien to warm Mundy's night and leave him panting and sweating…

Mundy sighed. Such a shame that it had to end. Well, not exactly. They would still see each other at work. Although now, the dynamics between them completely flipped. They didn't work together but against each other. And it was no problem for both of them. Their professionalism and their age meant that they did not mix their work with what they held in their hearts.

Still, it would take some time to adjust to the new feeling of sleeping alone. Ha, the irony… Him who had slept alone all his life, with only the view of the star sprinkled sky as a companion, Mundy was now lacking company. He almost came to wonder how he used to live before Lucien brightened his days and nights. The van seemed lifeless, as if something vital was missing.

"Yo, Snipes, dinner's ready!" Scout banged at the door with his legendary delicateness.

"Right, comin'."

Mundy put on his hat and glasses before exiting the van. He went to the kitchen and sat at the table, at his usual place. Opposite him was an empty seat. It used to be Lucien's.

"Alright, fellows, here comes the soup for tonight." Engie announced as he put the - almost larger than him - pot on the table.

"Oh, man! Soup again?" Scout complained. "Please tell me there are no veggies in it at least?"

"Sorry, pardner, but it's winter and there's no soup on Earth without any veggies. C'mon, gimme your plate…!"

Scout pulled his plate towards himself.

"Scout…?" Engie insisted.

"Nah it's fine, I'll eat somethin' else."

"Chocolate bars and soda ain't a diet, son. C'mon now…!"

"Listen, Private!" Soldier banged his fist on the table and all the plates and cutlery shook. "You will eat your rations or by God I will make you eat the empty plate!" Soldier tried to pry the plate off of Scout's hands.

"What?! No! Get away!"

Sniper sighed. That would definitely be when Lucien would say something witty to calm Scout and make him obey...

"Gentlemen."

All the mercenaries raised their heads.

"I do apologise for being late. Unpacking proved to be longer than what I had anticipated at first." The new Spy took a seat on the last free chair, opposite Sniper.

Spy's entrance was enough of a distraction for Engie to take Scout's plate and serve him. The other plates were passed on, one after the other until all the mercenaries were served and started eating.

The indistinguishable chatter rose in the room between Demo's hearty laughter, Heavy's stories in cold Siberia and Soldier's war tales.

Sniper was staring emptily at his plate. The bits of vegetables floated lifelessly, half-drowning in the soup. He pushed them sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. Like little shipwrecks, they bobbed up and down at the surface of the undisturbed ocean that the soup was.

Obviously, his colleagues noticed but they knew of his relationship with Spy so they guessed why he felt distraught. Given how much the Aussie liked his privacy, they didn't bother him and eventually, he was left alone at the table. Heavy had been on dishes duty that night and he did not disturb his colleague either. After he was finished, he left the room and closed the door.

But soon, Sniper heard it open again. It did not register completely as he was too absorbed in a day dream.

"Yo, Snipes?"

Scout's voice startled Sniper back to reality.

"Huh?"

"Sorry pal, Spy's askin' for ya."

Sniper frowned. No, his Spy wasn't asking for him. It was the other one.

"What does he want?" He mumbled back.

"Don't know. He said he needed some help with something and he knew you could do it."

Sniper sighed and grumbled. He pushed his chair back and pushed himself on his feet heavily.

"Right, I'll see what I can do for him…" He dragged his feet out of the kitchen and in the corridor.

"Snipes, your soup?" He heard Scout ask but he ignored him as he now faced the door with the knife symbol, and gave a short knock.

"Come in, Sniper."

The Aussie frowned and pushed the door. He found Spy sitting on the armchair that used to be Lucien's. He was giving his back to Sniper.

"You need some help with something, Scout said."

"Oui, pray close the door."

Sniper obeyed and gulped down hard. The last time his Spy asked him to make sure the door was locked was before they - ugh… It mattered little now.

"So, what d'you need? If it's to move somethin' big, you can ask Heavy, he'll get it sorted faster than me."

"Non, it is for something different. Please, take a seat."

"Spy, look, I'm not the small talk kind of guy, ok?" Sniper refused to sit and stood not too far from the door.

"Oh, I know."

"Yeah, you do, you spend your time stabbing me in the back without sayin' a word." Sniper answered, irritated that his new colleague would make him waste his time. He would much prefer to lock himself up in his van and stay there.

"I don't believe I have ever stabbed you."

Sniper's eyebrows jumped and he fluttered his eyes under the audacity of what the snake of a man was saying.

"What?" Confused beyond what words could express, Sniper took a deep breath. "Look, y'know what, I'm not gonna answer. I'm gonna just do whatever you need and leave. Now, out with it."

"Sniper…" Spy chuckled and Sniper felt his blood boil.

"Listen, either you tell me what you need or I'll just walk out of here, before I start throwing punches at you."

"You never raised your hand on anyone." Spy answered with such calm… Sniper hated it. "Even when Scout mocks you, or gets on your nerves, you ignore him."

Sniper raised an eyebrow.

"What…? Y-you've been watchin' us in this base…?"

"You never raised your hand or your voice against anyone." Spy went on. "You are way too soft for that."

"Stop it. Right. Bloody. Now." Sniper was now angry. The familiarity with which the new Spy spoke to him disgusted him. He sounded almost like Lucien but he wasn't him. No, that bastard wasn't him. He wasn't him and how the hell dared he speak like him.

"Or what? What will you do, hm? Run far away and shoot me in the head? Throw one of your precious jars at me? Pff, come on…!"

"I might start by rearrangin' your ugly mug, pop a few teeth with my fists, see how that goes, eh!" Sniper snapped, furious.

"You used to find my face very comely. Countless times you have told me so."

"Right, that's enough." Sniper took confident steps towards the Frenchman. He clenched his fist and threw it but Spy stood up and faced him, blocking his punch in his open palm. He twisted the Aussie's arm and brought him to his knees.

"Oh you wanker!"

"Only when you ask nicely."

"What?!"

Spy removed his mask and his hair gently floated in the air for an instant.

"What the hell?!"

Mundy felt his foe's grip loosen on his fist and his own knees went to jelly under the surprise.

"Bonsoir, mon amour." The voice with the lovely smirk said.

[Good evening, my love.]

"What are you doin' here?!"

Lucien was standing in front of Mundy, a sweet smile on his lips. He helped him back to his feet.

"Am I…? Am I dreamin' or something? Hold on…" Mundy removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you with the other team?!"

Lucien chuckled and took his lover's hands to guide him and sit together on the sofa.

"I never left this base!"

"What?"

"When I took the enemy Spy on a tour of this suite, I had a chat with him. Neither him or I wanted to swap teams. So we agreed to swap our clothes instead. I stay here and he goes back to his base."

"Holy… Why didn't you say anything earlier, during dinner or something?" Mundy stretched his arm and wrist which hurt.

"Because no one knows about this but you, me, and the enemy Spy. There are cameras in the kitchen, living-room and corridors. I couldn't try anything suspicious there. Here however, we are safe, as you know."

"Bloody hell…" Mundy shook his head. "But hold on, why did the enemy Spy accept?"

"I think he has an arrangement with one of his teammates."

"An arrangement?" Mundy repeated. "What? They're gonna open a lemonade stand on the weekends?" He chuckled.

"Non, he is in a relationship with his Sniper."

Mundy's chuckle stopped sharp and his eyebrows jumped.

"Seriously?"

"Oui."

"Crikey, I had no idea…!"

Lucien chuckled.

"Anythin' else like that that I don't know?" He asked.

"Oh, plenty of things. But they matter very little. What matters now is that I am still here, with you." Lucien cupped his lover's face with his gloved hands and stroked his cheeks. Mundy relaxed and smiled.

"So the bloke I escorted to the taxi and stuff wasn't you?"

"Non, it was him."

"Oh, right." Mundy stared at his lover with half-lidded eyes. "It really broke me inside when - oh, bugger!" He exclaimed in shock.

"What?" Lucien asked.

"Before the taxi drove off…!"

"What happened?"

"I told the enemy Spy I loved him! In French!" Mundy exclaimed with round eyes. "Bloody hell!" He smacked a hand on his own mouth and blushed beyond his ears.

Lucien burst out laughing.

"Well, I do hope that he didn't say that he loved you back!"

"Oh… Bugger… Now he's gonna bully me even more at work…" Mundy lowered his head.

"Non, mon amour…" Lucien hugged him and pulled Mundy's head to rest on his shoulder. "I won't let him bully you, I promise. Besides, I doubt that he will."

"Hope so."

"I am sure of it. He is a good man. A less good spy, but a good man." Lucien said. "Now, please, look at me." He cupped Mundy's half ashamed, half distraught face. "You need something to soothe your nerves, mon amour. And to fill your stomach. Come along." Lucien took his hand and led Mundy to the kitchen attached to his suite. "Let us cook something for you."

"Can we get pizza?"

"Non, Mundy. Why get pizza when I can cook for you?"

"Well…"

"Non! My cooking skills are godly, I will not tolerate that you should think otherwise!" Lucien said as he tied an apron around his waist and washed his hands. Mundy followed him left and right.

"I was gonna say it would save you the trouble, but ok…" Mundy chuckled.

"What trouble? There is no trouble! My lover is hungry. It is my duty to remedy that." Lucien went to his fridge.

"Fair enough. Can I still hug you though?"

"Oui, you may. But do not disturb me, understood?" Lucien emerged from the fridge and Mundy stuck himself to him, from behind.

"Can I at least breathe?!"

"I shall think about it and let you know." Lucien playfully answered as he grabbed a cutting board and a knife. Mundy rested his head on Lucien's shoulder, watching him cut vegetables and some meat. He liked it there, hugging his lover and spending time with him. Lucien would occasionally feed him a bit of carrot, or tomato.

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you say that to me?" Lucien asked and he interrupted his chopping.

"Say what?"

"That you love me, in French. You never did."

"Yeah, uh... Je t'aime, Lu'."

Lucien bit his lip and rolled his head back to lean it on Mundy's shoulder.

"Again…"

"Je t'aime."

He closed his eyes and smiled. Mundy hugged him tighter and left a kiss on his cheek.

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?"

"Your pronunciation is terrible."

"Oi!"

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #dontneedavalentine2021

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ughgclden · 3 years ago

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bee, love, i am so happy you had a good first day, you deserve calm and loving days, and you deserve people, deserve friends. i’m so happy for you.

as for apologising, i’m a terrible hypocrite every time i tell you not to worry about it, as i also apologise for anything, most notably existing, but i want you to know you don’t have to apologise to me, i understand the impulse but there’s no obligation or anything.

i’m glad you’re feeling better, and that it was just a little ick, well not glad that you were ick but glad it wasn’t too bad.

when it comes to being in welton, i fantasise a lot about these things, i think something especially about boarding schools is appealing to me. being away. that’s why my plans are new york or wales or if my friend is to be believed, quebec. sometimes though, those realities all feel more and more like tissue paper soaked in water, just waiting for a reason to fall apart

i read really quickly, it’s probably an issue, i read red white and royal blue in about an hour and fifteen minutes. neil and i. kindred spirits. today at lunch i watched the last thirty minutes of dead poets society, going back to rewatch “i was good, i was really good.” like ten times.

imposter syndrome is slowly getting the better of me.

i actually dressed up as leia for the midnight premiere of the force awakens. i’m that person. if i’d been with you in the cinema i would have cried too, you’re not alone there, i cried watching it on the floor.

i don’t deserve the nice words you give me, but i’m happy i make you feel comfy and cosy, and ironically enough, writing with a quill or fountain pen never ends in pristine and unsmudged ink, you can thank my being left handed for that. i think there’s something nice about writing with fancy pens, maybe that makes me seem pretentious as well. oh well.

as for dps tattoos, if i can ever get any tattoos, i want the neil crown, “i was good, i was really good.” somewhere, probably my wrist who knows, and some art that alludes to the first unmanned flying desk set. among others. the “and still we sleep” thought, and the outline of meeks and pitts both sound so lovely. so so lovely. i really hope you can get every tattoo you wish. although your bank account may hate me for saying so /j i want more piercings, mainly on my ears, i have something of an earring addiction, my favourite pair at the moment is probably my howl drop earrings that look like howls from howls moving castle.

honestly the outfit/hair colour distraction rule is dumb. it’s dumb. i just don’t get it. abuse of power ig. and yeah. we were like hugging and sorta just leaning on each other while talking and the administrator got angry, for whatever reason. the straight couple making out behind us, she didn’t seem to mind, however. it’s dumb, and im glad i don’t go there anymore.

im clearly very articulate today (sarcasm) my mind is ehhhhhhhhhhh and feels like a squirrel laying on its stomach.

maybe i will call you ramona flowers, bee /j did you know the original name for pac man was puck man… /j hiding in the back of the music room to avoid a maths test sounds like something i would do. i say this, knowing full well that i’m such a neil kinnie that i end up feeling like a teachers pet because i want to do well, both for myself and simply to avoid trouble with my mum.

a new york times best seller, huh? well if i ever publish anything i’ll dedicate it to you, both for being the only person who thought i could be a storyteller, but also for being a lovely person in general.

sometimes one day after another feels impossible. tomorrow feels impossible. but oh well. i think younger me would be disappointed, to some degree. on the other hand, i think they’d think it’s cool how much i know. if nothing else, they’d love that i have a typewriter. also, i’m sure young you would be proud of you, i am. i’m so proud of you.

i mean bee, i could teach you to shoot a bow /hj YOU CAN WIELD A SWORD????? here i was thinking you could not possibly get cooler or hotter omg i’m in love /hj

thank you for being proud of me, really bee, thank you. and thank you for being the only one. i’m hardly changing the world, but i guess if i don’t burn out and lose this fight, changing a few points of views in the process of growing wouldn’t be terrible.

p.s. it’s certainly something, i feel bad because i always pull away from people when i get numb and it’s so new that me doing that could be detrimental to everything, but me forcing myself not to could have a bad effect on me. who knows what’ll happen. i’m just gonna try and keep them happy no matter what.

p. p. s. bee you brought this upon yourself /lh

all my love, bee, and that pun was the out of this world part of that sentence. you’re so cute omg.

that quote is beautiful, and since i, once again, had to translate french and smile about it, i’ll leave you with this

no importa que nos separe la distancia, siempre habrá un mismo cielo que nos una.

p.p.p.s. thank you for saying what you do, and i know that i don’t owe you anything, but writing to you is easy, and makes me happy, when i manage to get myself to sit down and think about it. i’m sending you back hugs, gentle forehead kisses and mugs of tea, a soft blanket and a narnia movie marathon, where we argue about how i am definitely not better than susan pevensie, but you almost certainly might be.

i’m so happy uni is going well thus far, love. and i hope you love your classes. learning.

thank you for everything bee.

yours, always,

star✨

star sweetheart, thank you so so much, honestly. i can't tell you how much that means - i know you said not to apologise, but an apology seems in order for the lateness of this message- im terrible i know /lh thank you sm though.

i'm writing this whilst listening to one of my favourite albums (hypersonic missiles by sam fender, if you were curious) and curled up in bed, so this really adds to the comforting vibes.

i'm with you on that, boarding schools do have a certain something about them, don't they? i hope you can get to one or all of these places in your life - i can speak from experience wales is especially beautiful, but i can really see you in new york, too. wherever you end up star, i truly hope you're happy there.

an hour and fifteen mins?!!? the fastest i've read something was a clockwork orange in two and a half hours or so- you are so strong star, i've watched that film 20+ times and only watched the last half an hour maybe 4 /lh

that is SO CUTE oh my god- i will admit, for it chapter two i did channel my inner bill denbrough and wore some flannel (i luv that limbo <3)

you deserve all of these words and more, i promise you. you deserve something a lot less clumsy, but i offer you my best. left handed.. you rly are neil huh? /j

all of those ideas; absolutely lovely. the i was good tattoo breaks my heart in the best way possible. im hoping you get all of these tattoos, love. you'd suit them more than anyone, i'm sure. those earrings sound like the coolest fucking things ever? i did have a pair that had a little vodka bottle on, but i lost one in a club and haven't gotten round to replacing them. i definitely want more piercings too,, my conch is looking pretty bare as of late...

that is just. so disgusting? im so- god that makes me so angry i can't even explain. i think i should punch all homophobes straight in the mouth, actually /hj

love, i bet younger you would be so so proud of all you've achieved. from only what you've told me, i am. they'd be over the moon at how intellectual, kind and strong you are, i know it.

I CAN!!! ITS ONE OF MY MOST ESTEEMED TALENTS!!! lets make a deal. you teach me to shoot a bow, i teach you to wield a sword.. we're giving very narnia power couple if i may say.. /hj

i will always be proud of you star, for even the smallest of things you achieve. you're actively making a difference and a change, take bringing this positivity into my life for example. you've got this, star. i know you have.

ps; im wishing you all the best my love, seriously. take every day as it comes, and listen to your mind and wellbeing. im sending you so much love

pps; that quote. is so fucking cute. god im breaking down,, its so pretty and so DHJHFJKNFKKN yeah.

this is me, making you a cup of coffee and your favourite comfort meal, with a kiss on the top of the head. we will have this argument - as much as i love susan, she's no match for you <33

all of my love and happiness, star. you truly are one of a kind.

if i may, i'd like to leave you with an excerpt from a poem i saw earlier that i fell in love with;

"and you laugh. / loudly- / head tipping back. / and while your eyes / are on the ceiling, / i am mouthing / something too heavy even / for this steady night to shoulder. / "this is not a joke." i mouth. / "love me. love me." - letters from medea, salma deera

#asks <3 #anon asks!#star anon #long post

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sapphireglyphs · 4 years ago

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i was not tagged but saw it on @agustdfeatrm blog and reading her answers inspired me to wanna play too!

When did you first get into bts? late september of 2019

why or/and how did you get into bts: i actually wrote about my experience with bts for my first festa this year. i technically listened to my first bts song randomly when i was at work and my k-pop shuffle playlist on youtube recommended “boy with luv” but the first time i was introduced to group itself was through my best friend @omiyukio. i had developed a hyperfixation with exo earlier that year and was swapping song suggestions, member profile info, and youtube compilation vids -- she would listen to exo music and in turn i would listen to bts songs. now, almost a year later, we both became hardcore exotannies. 🤩

first bts song: “Boy With Luv” feat. Halsey

favorite bts song?: i don’t think it’s possible to have just one favorite bts song bc their discography is so diverse, extensive, and well produced. i’ll list my top 25:

1: Ddaeng (땡) 2: So Far Away 3: Trivia 轉: Seesaw 4: Baepsae (뱁새) 5: Still With You 6: Home 7: Serendipity 8: Spring Day 9: Euphoria 10: Pied Piper 11: Singularity 12: Whalien 52 13: Epiphany 14: My Time 15: Magic Shop 16: Tonight 17: Fake Love 18: Tomorrow 19: ON 20: Blue & Grey 21: Sweet Night 22: Filter 23: Lie 24: We On 25: Intro: Persona

first official comeback: black swan

favorite bts era: mots:7

bias(s): namjoonie

bias wrecker(s): yoongles + gukkie

first concert: online: bang bang con, offline i had front row tickets + sound check to see them at the rose bowl this year for my birthday but a stupid world wide pandemic cancelled that... i’m not bitter...😒 not yet

do you own any merch: i got the mots edition of the army bomb for my birthday from my bff @omiyukio ♡ I own an RJ plush keychain, a mini sitting Kookie plush, and a mini ARMY bomb keychain. i also have the membership kit which i had ordered back in january but i just received last month.😅

what member would you say you are most like? my bff says that i remind her of hobi... but i wish i had the work ethic he has (or any of the guys have). i do see similarities though. both hobi and i have a rather positive outlook on life. we thrive on making other people happy (but not really in the way that jin does; i feel like their approach to making others happy is different) and we don’t like to stress and would much rather go with the flow. we’re both very sensitive people who are passionate about the things that bring us joy. i also feel like despite the fact that we can potentially be amazing superstars in our own capacity, we both are happiest when we are supporting and working with others so that we may share in the success as a team. also, we both make weird noises and often times talk to ourselves. the people around us have done their best to acclimate to our idiosyncrasies.😂😂😂

favourite bts lyrics:

from so far away:

dream, hope it to be there with you at your creation and at the end of your life dream, will be generous to you wherever you stand dream, will eventually be in full bloom at the end of hardships dream, the beginnings will seem humble, so prosperous will the future be

from fake love:

I wish love was perfect as love itself ... I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true

from spring day: (honestly, i would have put the entire song 😥)

I wish to end this winter How much longings must fall like snow before that spring day arrives Friend ... Like a tiny dust wandering in void Like a tiny dust If I were a fluttering snowflake, I would be able to reach you a little faster ... The flowers of snow fall And little by little, they drift apart I miss you, I miss you How much longer should I wait and how many sleepless nights should I spend before I get to see you before I get to meet you

from house of cards:

A house made of cards, and us, inside Though we see the end, though we know that it’ll soon collapse A house made of cards- we, like fools, Even if this dream is in vain, stay like this a little longer

from outro:tear

We used to talk about forever, but now we mercilessly destroy each other I thought we dreamed the same dream, but now the dream truly became just a dream My heart breaks Please rather burn it so that the pain and my lingering love don’t remain at all anymore

favourite music video: fake love, ON - kinetic manifesto: come prima, mic drop, bs&t, interlude:shadow

1 thing you love about bts: because... they’re the whole package. they’re seven ordinary (albeit very hard working and talented) guys pursuing their dream of creating music that is authentically them with the hopes that their art would bring comfort to those who take the time to listen. Despite the seemingly insurmountable odds that were stacked against them from the beginning, they rose to the challenge with poise, humbleness, and immaculate work ethic. Their brotherhood, their message of standing up for the youth, the disenfranchised whose voices are so often silenced, their courage to be unabashedly themselves constantly challenging what the industry or the world expects of them, their ever enduring love and appreciation for their fans, their powerful and moving music that is raw, poignant, and lyrically moving... all of these reasons are why i love bts.

and to finish off wholesomely, do you have a favourite bts group photo, if so share it here (if not, what is your fav concept photoshoot and share picture):

i tag @omiyukio and anyone else that is interested! tag me too so that i can read your answers! 💜

#about the blogger #consider yourself tagged #bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #long post

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shesadramaqueen · 6 years ago

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Restless Feeling; Brian May x N!Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Hi love can I request a Bri fanfic pleeeeeeese 😊😊😊 anything really- probably one at Wembley backstage or something 😋😋😋 x

Summary: Even though all members of Queen are excited and restless for the concert, Brian seems to be terrified, and you're determined to make him see he'll be just fine.

Context: This is placed at backstage of Wembley stage on 1986.

Word count: 2.5 K

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: it was a bit hard to figure this one out as I didn't know how to start oops but I’m really happy with how it turned out! so thanks to my main bitch aka @turkey-bacon-for-queen for helping me out with my lack of inspiration kksks also I got the gif from @eternalfreddie 's header, luv u. Also I finished this late at night, so I apologize if there are any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Permanent taglist: @turkey-bacon-for-queen

You had always loved the feeling that floated around backstage before a concert. There was always a buzzing energy; a mix of excitedness, restlessness and a hint of nervousness as well.

Queen always emanated light before going out to give the people what they want. No matter the size of the crowd or how important the event was, adrenaline could always be tasted and it never failed to send tingles to the wholeness of your being.

But there was something off that evening and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You tried to dismiss that feeling, telling yourself it wasn’t something important, and you started chatting with Phoebe, who apparently had a hilarious story to tell about how Freddie almost killed him once with a butter knife after he had locked Goliath outside on accident. Eventually the rest of the band gathered aroud to hear the man speak.

“Best thing: he fell while chasing me! He was absolutely shit-faced, I don’t even think he knew why he was angry” he said, his cheeks completely red from holding in his laughter.

“Better watch what you’re saying, darling, or I’ll kick you out with just a snap of my fingers” Freddie said with a hand on his hip and a threatening finger pointing at him, which made the story-teller wheeze so hard he looked like his lungs were going to come out of his mouth. His laughter was so contagious he made all of you crack up again.

The scene was absolutely priceless: Roger had ended up on the floor, rolling around and only shaking, as he was laughing so hard he wasn't making a single noise, John was bent over, with his face on his hands and letting out choked cackles and you were laying on the sofa with your hands holding your stomach, which hurt from laughing so hard, with tears were rolling down your cheeks. Even Freddie was struggling to keep his menacing posture and eventually started giggling uncontrollably. As for Brian...

You sat down with difficulties, now only a couple of chuckles escaping your lips and you blinked a couple times before you squinted and scanned the room.

“Oh” you thought out loud after you gave meaning to the uneasy feeling that had been drilling your head for the whole time.

“Hey, has anyone seen Brian?” you asked, but they all shook their head absentmindedly, still high on laughter.

“20 minutes!” one member of the staff announced and you bit your lip. You had to go find Brian.

You got up and got out of the main dressing room without saying a thing to anyone, knowing they wouldn’t miss you in that moment.

‘Maybe he’s in the bathroom?’ you wondered, starting to walk towards were you believed the restroom was, but all the hallways were so similar that you weren’t sure where you came from or where you were going.

Wembley’s stage was a huge place, full of corridors with dozens of doors each. You started to worry, hoping you’d find him in the little time you had.

Your quick pace slowed down when you heard a faint, familiar strumming, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You followed the sound, which carried you into one of the rooms, the door open so slightly you probably wouldn't have noticed it was unlocked if you were just walking by.

Your heart fluttered when you peaked your head inside and you saw the curly-haired boy sitting on the sofa that was there, with his guitar on his leg. You wondered how could he possibly play a single string, when he was bouncing his leg up and down like crazy. His brows were furrowed and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

You knocked on the door firmly so he could hear you over the persistent notes, and he jumped, looking towards the door with wide eyes.

When he saw it was you, his features softened and he gave you a small smile, before setting his guitar to the side and scooting over to let you sit next to him.

“How are you feeling? It’s unusual for you to disappear out of the blue” you said looking at him with a warm grin, but he was playing with the sixpence he used as a pick, not looking at you.

“Oh, I’m fine. Just wanted to get away from all the banter so I could actually tune the old lady” he said with a nervous smile, and he got up to sit in in front of the dressing table.

‘He’s avoiding me’ you thought, quirking a brow up in disbelief.

“Oh yeah?” you simply said, getting up as well, following after him.

He always did this; hide his true feeligs to appear strong. But you knew that he hated lying to you, and if you stood around him completely silent long enough, he would eventually spit out the truth. He always did.

So you stood behind him and you brought your hands up to put his messy curls in place. He shifted in his seat, but he didn’t look directly to you, he just fixed his gaze anywhere else.

You clicked your tongue, struggling a bit to sort his hair out. When he was nervous, he messed it around in order to keep himself busy. It was like a coping mechanism, just like with the random strumming he did.

When you finally finished, you laid your hands on his shoulders, noticing he was the tenstest you’d ever seen, so you started massging him in order to try and relax him. He immediately let out a groan and rolled his eyes back, obviously enjoying it.

You chuckled slightly, and his gaze finally laid on yours, hesitantely. You locked eyes with him, quirking both eyebrows up in an inquiring way.

He whineed in defeat and you smirked.

“Fine!” he said dramatically, letting his head hang back “I’m actually terrified”.

You muttered a triumphant “I knew it” and gently kissed his forehead before moving back to the sofa.

This made him look at you with a pout before you motioned him to sit next to you, at which he almost jumped excitedly to join you and you cuddle up, holding him while he laid against your chest.

“I just... I’m really, really nervous” he starts “This is like one of the biggest concerts we’ve done like, ever. Not only today is filled, but there were so many people willing to come that we have to perform again tomorrow, which is full as well and they didn’t book a third day lord knows why, because I’m sure people would have bought all the tickets again!” he said throwing his arms in the air.

He didn’t let you intervine and he continued “And like, that’s good, right? Cause it means people like us but...” he let his arms fall on his chest “I’m just having doubts” he shrugged and you could feel how he pressed his lips together, even if you couldn’t see his face “I just feel very stressed and... what if I’m not that good?”

You couldn’t help but scoff and say “what does that even mean?”

He shrugged again “I don’t know, maybe I’m just not the guitar master everyone says I am. You have been there the last three rehersals we’ve done. I don’t think I even played a single chord correctly, let alone a bloody solo.”

While you listened to his ranting, you stroked his hair and arms and kissed him wherever you could reach to comfort him.

Some seconds of silence sat between you two while he composed himself and you gathered your thoughts.

“It’s alright to be nervous, Brian, we all are!” you broke the stillness that had set in the room while playing with the fabric of his collar “And you can’t honestly think that people have actually been lying to you about being a great guitarist, right?” you said, incredulous, which made his cheeks flush with a faint pink colour “Do you really think you would be where you are if people were just being nice? Just imagine, Queen having thousands of fans because all the music is perfect except the bloody guitarrist, who sucks, but hey, lets say he doesn’t so he doesn’t feel hurt” you heard his laugh and it made some of the tension that had build up on your back disappear “And, sincerily? You were pretty bad on the last rehersals” you said without a filter.

Brian loved that about you. Always sincere and honest, no matter what. It still made his heart ache a little bit. One thing was him thinking it and another one was hearing it from someone else.

“It wasn’t your fault, though” you said, and he looked up to see your face, slightly confused. “I mean, do you remember all the shit that has happened to you lately? The first day you, Brian Harold May, arrived one bloody hour late because you were stuck in traffic. You were fuming, and the others were just climbing the walls. I’m sure that affected how you played.”

He chuckled slightly, feeling a slight sense of ease “Yeah, I guess so” he muttered.

“Then the day after, I remember you had a deadly migraine. You threw up at least 3 times in the morning and I tried to persuade you to stay in bed, but of course, Mister Stubborn May had to go into the studio.” you looked at him with your ‘I told you so’ face, and he smacked one of your thighs playfully.

“And then because of the migraine you didn’t sleep at all, because let’s be honest, I didn’t either.” this time, he blushed deepely “I’m sorry, did I bother you?”

You rolled your eyes, the corners of your lips tugging up. “Of course not, Bri-Bri! I didn’t notice your constant rolling on the bed, different cuddling positions, humming, shuffling around the room or the talking to yourself. I didn’t notice it at all!” you said sarcastically with a fake bubblegum voice.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, embarassed, and you hugged him before pressing a kiss against his cheek.

“Anyways, that lack of sleep, also messed your guitar playing up. Actually, it’s crazy nothing bad has happened today, so I guess you wasted all your bad luck and this performance is just bound to be perfect. Have you tried playing anything?”

He shook his head and looked at you again “I was so afraid to mess up I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“Well, get your arse up and start playing!” you shoved him off your chest to sit him up.

He got up to pick the Red Special before sitting on the edge of the couch. He plucked the 6 strings before sending you a look, and you nodded reassuringly.

He took a deep, shaky breath before starting to play Tie Your Mother Down.

Your breath caught up in your throat as the melody struck you, getting into you and wrapping your bones tight, feeling it echo inside your chest even if it wasn’t plugged into an amp.

His eyes were shinning when he looked at you after he finished “I did it! It was perfect”

“I know!” you squealed, and he barely had time to put his guitar aside before you climbed on his lap and started kissing him passionately, with a big smile on each others faces and an ecstatic feeling flowing.

He pulled away, and cupped your cheek before opening his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud voice coming from the other side of the door.

“I’M NOT GOING INSIDE BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO LOSE THE FEW EYESIGHT I HAVE LEFT WATCHING YOU BOTH BUTT-NAKED, BUT WE’RE OUT IN 5 AND DEAKY IS STARTING TO GET REALLY PISSED, SO I’D RUSH UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE HIM ANGRY, HAROLD.”

Roger then walked away, stomping dramatically. You looked at each other, amused, before breaking out in uncontrollable laughter.

You got off his lap with difficulty, finding it hard to breath in between laughs.

“’Cmon, let’s go, you don’t want to enrage the almighty Disco Deaky” you said, which only made him laugh more.

You rushed to reunite with the others, one of Brian’s hand holding his guitar, the other one holding yours.

“It was about time” John snapped at you both when you reached the rest of the band, which only made the curly haired man wheeze and bend over. He shut up when the bass player sent him a death glare and you tried your best not to snort when he made a funny face, as in to mock Deaky’s temper.

Brian then let go of you and peaked through to see the stage, and you could see how he stared in awe. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling so happy that you were finally seeing him on his zone, completely relaxed and emanating light.

“One minute!” one member of the staff announed, and all the band members jumped in excitement.

“Good luck, my boys!” you beamed, and they all answered a “thank you”. Except Freddie, who said “Don’t need it, darling!” with a cheeky smile.

You group hugged, a thing you always did before they went on stage and it felt like the best thing in the world. You all would have stayed like that for much longer, loving the intimate moment, but had to pull away when you all heard “20 seconds! Please position yourselves.”

You rushedly kissed all four of them on the cheek and waved at them goodbye, and they all practically skipped away while going towards one of the side wings, the only thing separating them from the crowd was a thin layer of cloth.

“Wait!” you called after Brian, and you cupped his face when he turned around, kissing him eagerly. “Break a leg, tiger” you said, winking at him.

He didn’t have time to answer, as he was pulled away by the staff to get him were he was supposed to be.

When he was finally next to the boys, when all Queen was together, you finally took your time to really look at them, even if it was for 5 seconds. It was like the fabric that separated the inside from the outside was like a portal to another world, like the only thing that was making them keep sanity. You knew the second they put a foot on stage, when they heard the screams, when they felt the thousands of eyes on them, the breathtaking sensation that never seemed to go away, they’d lose their mind to the music, giving it all to their people.

“Alright! Time’s up!” you finally heard, and two bodyguards opened the curtain for them, and they ran through the threshold, Brian throwing you a final kiss before disappearing. Not even 3 seconds later, you heard the crowd roar.

You ran to get yourself somewhere where you could able to see them perfectly, an eager feeling setting in your stomach.

You shook your head in disbelief when Brian started to play One Vision, the precision of his movements on the Red Special were what dragged your mind away, preparing it to see one of the best performances ever done in history.

#my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #queen fanfiction #queen fic #queen #queen band #queen imagine #brian may #brian may x reader #john deacon #disco deaky #disco deacy #deacy #deaky #freddie mercury #roger taylor

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whiskehorange · 6 years ago

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Michael Myers: Chapters 1-3

I would like to first give a few thanks to people who I do feel deserve it, especially people who have helped me, and I greatly appreciate it ❤️

@countesssandman for reading my first bit and pushing me to post more of my work (this one’s for you!)!

@wronggwayy I luv u bb gorilla

@namelesshippiearts for also pushing me to write more and get out there

& @tinalbion for liking a lot of my work and just being so damn nice

Anyways, here we go! My personal favorite of who I’ve written for!

How You Met/Left

You and Michael had one thing in common; you were quiet. Well, you were quiet, not so much anymore. Now you were loud, only because you wanted to make people laugh.

Just simply watching people was what you preferred to do, but thats all you could do when you were first at Smith’s Grove Sanitarium.

~~~

You remembered going there when you were extremely young to meet your mother when your father would bring you at least once a month. At that point, you didn't understand your limits of where you could and couldn't go. A mistake on the Staff’s behalf for not paying attention or giving the slightest damn about who went where whenever.

You had managed to stray away from your father at one point during the normally 45 minutes to an hour visit. Each hall was the same in color and distance, making it easy to find yourself lost.

Coming to the end of a narrow beige and hideous, yellow corridor you looked into an office with a somewhat older gentleman with two taller men you can now safely assume were bodyguards. A boy maybe a few years older than you, not by much was sat at the table; handcuffed. The older man was mainly asking questions only to not receive a mere glance from the boy.

Being the shy and curious one you were that young, you hid slightly behind the door before the halls rang out with a heavy squeak from the door as you bumped into it. Everyone looked up, except for the boy that is.

“Loomis…?” One body guard called out as they stared at you. Before the guards could scoop you up and return you to wherever the hell you had come from, Loomis stopped them.

“Wait, gentlemen,” Loomis held out his hand.

“Now Loomis I don't think we should do this-” One guard exclaimed, his eyes narrowed sharply on Loomis. “Hush now and bring her here. Hello little one. Now what might you be doing so far down these halls?” Loomis kneeled down to your level as your back pressed against a pair of legs, belonging to a guard.

Everyone seemed to completely forget the boy in handcuffs was even sitting at the table.

“Loomis, this is not a very good idea. Considering Michael being a fucking psycho-” This guard was cut off once more by Loomis only to have him pick you up and set you on the chair in front of Michael, where he was previously sitting.

“Now, this is my patient. Say hello, you have a guest Mikey,” Loomis put his hand on your back. Everything was moving too fast for you to understand what anyone was saying or what was happening.

Silence.

“Okay, Miss, me and my guards are going to be on the other side of this doorway. If you would please, this shouldn’t take much of your time.”

Bitter silence.

“Loomis, what the actual fuc-”

“Shut the hell up and get into the office, if she manages to get him to talk we're going to have a major breakthrough!” Loomis spat and shut the door. Nothing else he or the guards said was audible.

You sat there in silence for a few seconds until Loomis or one of the guards tapped on the glass window separating the five of you, “Darling it's okay to talk to him, he's harmless.”

For being so young you could tell something about Loomis was off. You turned your attention back to Michael who was positioned the exact same way you saw him moments before; dirty light brown hair in front of his eyes with his tall, lean body hunched over. He seemed eerily tall for being around your age.

It couldn’t have even been a whole 5 minutes, everything happened so suddenly.

“Hi,” You said quietly.

Nothing.

“Why are you so sad? Those men looked friendly.” Talking about the guards, that is.

A small, almost amused grunt.

“I'm here with my daddy to see my mama. She’s been in here for a while but she’s gonna come home soon, back to me and daddy. Why are you here?”

Pure silence once again.

“Sometimes, I like to color with this one old man here, his colored pencils are nice,” You reach forward and grab a piece of paper and the old, nearly broken crayons in front of him. He hadn’t seemed to had touched them at all, even with the hand that was free.

Starting to color you ask, well more so tell him little things like how your day was and which color was your favorite of what you had in your hand. He didn’t seem to make much noise except for a few entertained grunts at how happy you were to just talk to someone, especially him.

“So what’s your name?”

“Michael.”

“I used to ha-”

Before you could finish answering Loomis followed by his two guards bustled out of the office to confirm that Michael had just spoken not only in general, but to a female. Loomis hurriedly rushed you out of the space and back to the main entrance where he talked to a receptionist as you walked back into the visiting hall.

~~~

This seemed to happen more frequently when you visited your mother.

Each time you would wander the halls to find Michael’s room eventually one of the guards would wait for you by the main entrance and lead you back to Michael. Each ‘session’ Michael had answered a bit more than before, only simple questions like, “How was your day?”, or “Did you sleep well?”

After a few years, with your mother not seeming to have any interest in leaving, you looked forward to seeing Michael more than her.

Heading towards the left wing and down the first flight of stairs you hear Loomis and some other man that you couldn’t recognize talking outside of Michael's cell.

“Loomis this is ridiculous. This…. Th-this monster doesn’t have any feelings. The testing and psychological evaluations all come back the same. You have your head so far up your ass on this case Loomis, I swear you need to drop it now. Michael is a deranged psychopath, sociopath, we don’t even know, that will kill that girl the moment you uncuff him today. This experiment you have going on is far too dangerous. I certainly can't go back to the Head of the Board and tell them, ‘why yes, I did accept Loomis to have another minor in Myers’ cell unattended to’.”

“I have something going on here Grant. Yes the Board will decline my actions until further evaluation but the legal statistics here will handle another death if it does occur. Her mother, as I've gathered is clinically depressed and easily could affect her daughters health, which is an easy excuse if something does happen to go wrong.” Loomis and Grant continue for a moment until you step onto the bottom step as they both look at you.

“What… do you mean, ‘if something goes wrong’?” You questioned harshly.

“Ah, Miss, it's just simple background checks to make sure you are secured to see Michael,” Loomis was a deadbeat liar, it was written all over his egotistical face.

You knew this once you were old enough to understand all the made up bullshit he said.

So what if Michael would be uncuffed today? Yeah, Michael could easily snap your neck if he wanted too, he was a big guy now, almost 6 1/2ft if not already and his shoulder’s were broader than anything you’ve ever seen. You saw him stand up with the guards once, and he towered over them by a hunch, let alone you, being considered taller than normal for your age.

You let yourself in, Loomis following quickly behind you as you sat in front of Michael.

“Hey Michael,” You said, still trying to process what Loomis and Grant were talking about.

Nothing.

“Now Mikey, I’m going to-” Loomis started.

“Don't call him Mikey.” You were starting to get more and more agitated with Loomis every time he opened his mouth.

“Pardon me?”

“Don’t call him Mikey. His name is Michael and he should be referred to as Michael, he isn’t some sort of pet you have here, Samuel, ” You glare at Loomis as Michael sits with his head down.

“Now….Michael, I'm going to uncuff you today to talk to her, one wrong move and every cop in a five mile radius will be in this room.”

“That's a bit unnecessary, Dr. Loomis,” At this point you almost uncuffed Michael yourself.

Loomis leaned down to uncuff Michael and set them on the table next to him, but taking the keys and shoving them into his waistcoat pocket. Michael didn’t move his hands or anything, just remained in the same position since you first met him years before.

Once Loomis shut the door to the office you leaned in to Michael and put your hands on the table.

“Michael I don't like what they have going on here or how they talk about you. Loomis, or whoever the fuck he is.. Is.. not right. I don’t know a word idiotic enough to describe him”

Nothing.

“I bet you he’s a cuck,” You sat back a bit and crossed your arms.

A small chuckle emitted from his stomach. This is the first time you heard him actually laugh, it made you smile in surprise.

“Michael, did you... just laugh? At me? What the fuck?” Your smile grew to a grin as you leaned in towards the table once again.

He smirked. “God dammit, you smug bastard. Loomis is a real asshat either way.” You breathed out.

Michael laughed at ‘asshat’. That one he’s never heard before.

“Could…. I see your hands?” You said, out of the blue.

Nothing, as his smile immediately faded and the silence grew once again.

“I- I mean I've only seen your head and a bit of your face, at least do me the courtesy of letting me see your fucking hands when they aren't handcuffed to this goddamn dollar store cardboard table!” You joked.

Nothing.

“Fuck, I’m sor-”

Michael slowly moved his left arm and then his right until his hands were on the table in a sort of fist. His arms were muscular as his shirt seemed torn at how built his body was. You reached out and touched them with both of your hands. They were cold and callused, but so much bigger compared to yours. They could almost fit your whole head in them. You couldn’t not touch them.

You quickly stopped touching his hands as soon as you realized you should have asked. “Oh… Um, my bad Michael I should have a-”

“Your hands are small,” He mocked you, his voice low and heavy, catching you off guard completely.

“Your hands are so big,” Your smile stretched from ear to ear. You took one of his hands and looked at it closely while playing with his fingers. He chuckled again, amused with you. His normal urges to crush a skull completely gone, and they had been for a while since he had met with you. Well, his urges to kill you were gone. Still very much present for Loomis. He wasn’t too fond of how he talked about you when you left.

“Well, at least I got a sentence out of you, not even meaning to,” You beamed.

Loomis rushed into the room as Michael’s grip on your hand tightened. You had grown up with a bunch of boys so the grip wasn’t as bad, but it still made you wince in surprise as you looked back at Michael, eyes wide.

Loomis darted towards you to take you back into the lobby as Michael stood up and jerked you towards him across the table. You were able to see his face, but it was all a blur it was so fast. You noticed eyes, large and blue, yet so dark, like nothing was looking back at you as his toned face got close to yours.

“Haddonfield.”

His voice huskier and honestly, scarier than before. Loomis tore you away as guards grab at Michael’s arms to pull him back forcefully. Michael let go of your hand to struggle against them as Loomis rushes you down to the corridor entrance where your father was waiting.

As you rush out of the building practically being dragged out by Loomis you hear buzzers or alarms going off in the building.

“Oh, ah, yes everything went well thank you for coming once again Miss, lovely to see you again. Michael will be…uhh... just fine,” Loomis said looking back and around the car before shutting you in and smacking the top of the roof as your father drove home.

~6 Years Later~

“Haddonfield, huh? What are you up to now Michael…?” You say, only a few hours from Haddonfield Illinois, your moving truck trailing behind you.

Reuniting

Before settling into your, well, Michael’s house, you went through town first to meet the people and learn more about Haddonfield itself while the movers set your belongings on the large, wrap around porch of the house.

You learned about Michael killing his sister, Judith, when he was young, which made sense to how you met him. You also learned about the killings that happened once he had escaped, which also made sense to the events that caused you to be rushed out by Loomis.

Every detail someone had told you from the town pieced together the half-assed explanations Loomis had given you in the offices. The hardest part was trying not to say, “Oh, Michael? Michael Myers? Yea I’m about to go see him, yah yeet!” whenever someone would mention how horrendous he was and his poor family.

Figuring out where everything was located in Haddonfield was your goal, but you mainly wanted to clear up every detail about Michael that you could on the way.

Questions still rang your mind like, “Who was Loomis?”, “Why did Michael trust, if you would call it trust, you?”, “Was he even still here?” or "was he even going to let you live?”.

It was late and you decided to head back to the house. It was a somewhat older looking home from the outside, but large on the inside with spaced out rooms and a lavish upstairs with a wrap around staircase.

Of course the place had been a bit run down since anyone had last been living in it. Michael must have only visited there, rather than lived.

You weren’t even sure he would be there at this point. It had been about six years since you had seen Michael, but you trusted him. Either way you weren’t going to be moving a lot in tonight, mainly because of your respect for Michael and his house that you felt like it wasn’t right to just take away all of his memories to start some of your own.

You paid the truck driver for setting most of the boxes on the porch and looked around inside.

Definitely outdated, but that wasn’t the major problem, the holes in the flooring and ceiling were. There weren’t many, but a few that would need to be fixed as soon as you could get around to them. “Jesus Christ. Michael, how do you stay here?” You shook your head and looked around more upstairs before finding, what you assumed was Judith’s old room. The feeling was hot and heavy, like you could feel eyes watching you as you moved around the house.

You decided to leave that room alone and just close the door. The master bedroom was across the hall, on the other side of the staircase that led upstairs.

Bringing up a few personal boxes of clothes and such you check out the master bathroom. Large windows looked out on the backyard with a tub and separate shower, fairly new for such an older house.

Placing your bathroom needs on the long stretched sink you step back into the bedroom and place your bedding and clothes on a dresser.

~~~

It had took you a long while to get here and bringing in all of the heavy duty boxes and furniture wasn’t very pleasing to you, being about 11 p.m. now. You figured you just do it all in the morning and work on finding out more on Michael after moving your things in.

~~~

The eyes you had felt in Judith’s room were indeed those of Michael’s. Of course he had waited as long as he needed, you had trusted him and respected him back in Smith’s Grove, and he knew that you would arrive at some point. It wasn’t like he was leaving any time soon anyways.

You seemed to like the house as much as Michael did when he was much younger, now it was just a casing for dead memories he chose not to recall. He would have confronted you earlier, but too many people seemed to be around today, most likely to discuss why the hell someone would move into the Myer’s house.

He also wanted to make sure it was actually you. He knew it was you, but he still needed time to let you just wander now that you had arrived. While you had been out in town, he followed you and watched who you talked to and what stores you entered. You seemed to be comfortable in Haddonfield, and not one person gave you a wrong look, they just found it odd that someone would move into the Myer’s house.

Michael couldn’t give two shits what you did with the house, as long as you kept it there and didn’t sell it off. He was hoping you would tear away everything in Judith’s room, just practically get rid of it completely. The house just had to stay.

He had watched you examine the bathroom in the master bedroom for a short while before you had gone to bed.

Moving to the front of the house he noticed all of your boxes still on the porch along with heavy furniture like a couch, a desk, and some other appliances. It didn’t take him long to move all of the boxes inside anyways, even though there were many of them.

Not much furniture had been in the house for years, and besides Judith’s room and a few holes on the ceiling, the house was spotless. Just dirty, and that was all.

With all of the boxes and furniture moved into the front area and empty living room, Michael waited for morning.

Sleep was never his thing, and he never needed to be comfortable when resting either. He could sleep sitting straight up, if you even wanted to call it sleeping, more so short rests, naps almost.

He had sat in an older chair that his mother used to sit in when he was younger and rested for no more than an forty-five minutes to an hour, but that was enough for him. The rest of the time he remained snooping through your boxes or sitting in his mother’s chair.

~~~

By morning, you had woke up earlier than expected, 8 a.m. to be precise. You normally would wake up this early and just go back to sleep, but being here gave you energy to get up and roll, like you actually had a reason to get up now. You figured it would be best to finish moving in everything from outside in case the storm that was called decided to roll in early.

It was still somewhat dark outside, enough for you to walk right past the boxes in the front room and living room along with Michael sitting in his mother’s chair still, watching you walk by.

You opened the door but… nothing was to there to bring in. You turned back around and looked back into the living room. Every box was there, even the furniture. Michael had walked back and was standing behind the door, but when you closed it you walked past him once more.

You rubbed your face and eyes, thinking nothing of it, as you walked over to a stack of boxes and opened the first one that had just a bunch of your older books in it. The office upstairs had a bookcase on each wall near an open bay window, which would make a good space for you to work.

You grabbed all the books you could and turned around to head up the spiral staircase, but you bump into something broad instead. You look up and see nothing but navy blue and a white mask. All you could do was stare as you backed away slightly.

The figure was deathly tall, he literally towered over you.

“Umm… ca…. Can I he-... help you?” You stammered, backing up against your pile of boxes.

His head turned to the side to a bit, but remained eye contact with you. His eyes were a bright blue, yet nothing seemed to look back at you. They almost reminded you of Michaels….

You look back at him, narrowing your eyes as you drop the books and move closer towards him, it was Michael. He lifts his mask up slightly past his nose and grins. You grab his jaw with both of your hands out of excitement as his mask falls back, off of his head.

This was the very first time you actually got to see his face. His whole face. He pulled away, eyes wide, almost ashamed that he didn’t have his mask, but you reach forward again and grabbed him.

“Hey, hey, hey, no, you come back here,” You laugh. He only looks at you. You run your hands up and down his jawline as you study his masculine features. Michael was so much taller than you still, it was like a little kid trying to tug on someone's sleeve for attention.

This time, you pull away and look down.

“Dammit, I did it again. I’m sorry Michael, I shouldn’t have done that…” You rub the back of your neck, but this time he grabs one of your hands.

It had been six years, and his hands were still so much larger than yours, like your hands had shrunk since the last time you saw him.

“Your hands are so big,” You smiled. It was like you were talking to younger Michael again.

“Your hands are still so small.”

Deciding To Stay You were able to finish unpacking most of your belongings that day, with Michael off moving something much heavier or just sort of standing and observing what you did as you renovated his childhood home.

Deep down, he couldn't wait to see what you would do to the house and what changes you would make to it.

“This should be the last one that needs to be brought up here, into this room that is. Most of the other things downstairs are just my clothes and other shit to go into the bathroom,” You state as you set down the last box of books on the floor next to your desk.

That room, for now, was complete.

~~~

Before he had begun earlier that morning moving in your kitchen appliances, you had successfully managed to convince him to take his mask off for the day. It took a bit of encouraging, but you told him nothing had to be done outside so no one would have to see him.

It was about four in the afternoon when each box was placed in its designated room and most of the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and office area looked somewhat decent. You had a few days before you would call the electrician or cable company, but you could do without that for a bit. Everything you needed worked fine; toilet, shower, stove, fridge, etc.

“Michael?” You had began rummaging through the fridge putting things away and looking for something to make for dinner. Both Michael and you skipped breakfast and you only had a drink for lunch, if that could be considered lunch.

Come to think of it, you’ve never seen Michael eat, at all; ever.

He only looked over at you. He was standing in the entrance to the kitchen as soon as you called him from upstairs. How he managed to get there so fast and so quietly amazed you, but you learned not to question it.

“Two things: One, I’m making something for dinner, I don't know what yet, but what would you like? I haven’t seen you eat at all today… or… ever… And Two,” At this point you stopped and turned around to face him, he was now right behind you as you leaned back against the countertop, “I… I don’t want to change anything about you but… God I don't know how to put this without sounding bitchy.” You laughed nervously to try and break the silence.

His eyes narrowed on you, almost as if he was saying ‘just say it’. He was good at talking with his eyes and little actions, but it was hard to actually get him to answer you with words.

“Alright, alright. You don't have to if you don’t want to, obviously if you wouldn’t want to you wouldn’t, but that's besides the point,” You shook your head. You were rambling now, “If you could try to talk a bit that would be great. I mean, just… I don’t know, it would just be nice to hear you talk, and to answer me sometimes. You’re a bit hard to read Michael,” You chuckled at the last statement. You didn’t want him to talk all the time, because you knew he wouldn’t, just a few things here and there.

Michael continued to stare at you, and walked towards the fridge and pulled out something. It was just a mixture of food that really didn’t go together; some fruit, lunch meat, salsa, and a bottle of ketchup. He stood straight up again, he actually had to crouch to see in the fridge he was so damn tall.

There was a long pause before he did answer, his voice emotionless, “I’ll try.”

You gave a wry smile and sighed, “You don’t know much about food do you?”

He looked down at the array of what he picked out and shook his head. Food at Smith’s Grove, as you could guess, wasn’t very high quality.

“Do… you know how to cook?”

He shook his head.

“Bake?”

Nope.

“Anything…?”

He paused for a moment, “Microwave…” He trailed off before shaking his head.

“Well… at least that’s a start. But… do you mind if I talk to you while I fix something? I’ve probably been talking a lot but I… want to know I guess. Fuck, it’s been what? Six years since I last saw you and… I guess I missed talking to you or, talking at you. All I really know about you is your favorite color is navy blue, you killed a lot of people and your mom apparently made some bomb ass spaghetti.”

Your cheeks flushed as you thought about when you and him were younger and your visits. Was it in the best place? No. Was it around people either of you trusted? No. But it was still something.

Fuck it. Spaghetti it is, you thought.

Michael let out a sigh, or a grunt, it was hard to tell. He was smiling ever so slightly as he stood on the other side of the island. What really called you yo him was your confidence and will to… thrive. Like nothing else mattered in the world to you.

You had moved here knowing God damn well that you were looking for him, Michael-fucking-Myers, the boy from the asylum you met when you were both so little. The boy who killed his sister and came back every Halloween to just rampage through the small town.

He saw the looks on peoples faces when hearing that you had moved into the Myers house, yet you didn’t pay them one mind. Let alone him taking his mask off and chuckling at you.

It didn’t feel right to him, but it did at the same time. Confusion raced inside of him but you were, at this point, a necessity to him. Love? He didn’t think so, but he didn’t know what to think at this point. He didn’t really… remember what emotions felt like. It was only fair to you that you knew everything, seeing that you actually cared for him and missed him.

He owed that to you.

He took a deep breath before he advised you that it was going to be a lot.

“Michael, we live together now, c’mon,” You teased.

He had seen what you decided to make. It made living in the house feel like he was home again, like nothing about what he did was relevant then.

It really confused the fuck him.

~~~

It took most of the time that you cooked dinner for him to explain. You had asked him a lot of questions about what you heard and if they were true. His head nods and shakes were subtle but explanatory. When he did make a correction is was small and to the point. You figured this was as much as you would get out of him, but that was good enough.

You had his trust, and he had your feelings.

Yeah it was a bit fucked, but it’s who you fell for… oddly enough, Michael Myers of Haddonfield.

You didn’t interrupt much, and if you did it was just a nod or some small comment about the situation. What caught him off guard was your acceptance, so to say. Nothing he admitted to bothered you in the slightest. It was almost as if you were amused at his story told in nods, yet so passionate in listening to him, something no one ever did, until now.

Preparing both plates, you also asked him about the house. “I didn’t touch much of Judith’s room, but-”

“Do anything to it. Tear it down, anything. Make this yours,” his voice was croaky but strong, aggressive as if he was waiting for that.

“Well… I didn’t want to just come into your house and-” You had gotten two drinks for the both of you.

“Yours.” He cut you off, making sure to deeply emphasize ‘yours’ to better prove his point.

“Ours.” You corrected back.

You smiled and set his plate on the counter in front of him. You hadn’t bought a proper dining room table or chairs, so leaning in the countertop would have to do for now.

“If you don’t like it you don’t have to eat it.” You leaned down to take a bite, but Michael had already finished his plate. You stopped mid bite for a second and glared at the plate he had just set back down on the counter; clean. Tilting your head and cutting your eyes up and him you grin and continued eating.

“There's more,” You had a mouth full of noodle as you pointed behind you to the pot on the stove.

At least he seemed to like your food, the pot was empty when you turned around to get more; it was all on his plate.

“More-” His voice was low and muffled by the bread he had shoved in his mouth.

“No!” You hissed as you laughed and threw away your plate, “We would have had the rest of that tomorrow for lunch or dinner if you didn’t stuff your face Myers.”

Michael glared at you and he shoved the last bit of spaghetti and bread he had into his mouth.

Cleaning up his mess and the dishes you walked over to him and looked up at him.

“Spaghetti every Saturday night from here on, got it? With leftovers for Sunday lunch included, got it?” You put your pointer finger on his chest and waited for his response before you would let him walk away.

He was pleased to hear that you were staying here and seemed happy. He didn’t expect for this to turn out the way it did, but this was sure as hell fine for him.

His eyes studied you for a bit before he picked you up and sat you on the countertop, and leaned in towards your red lips, staring at you with his cold blue eyes.

He sneered gruffly with a single word,

“Deal.”

#michael myers #halloween #slasher #horror #horror movies #michael myers x reader #fanfic #my writings #writing #slasher films #im crying #this is my favorite #oml

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amessywritersmind · 6 years ago

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Hold Me Tight (Brian May)

Request: HELLO LOVELY i'm taking a little break from writing tonight and decided i should finally request something instead of being the one writing these darn things. ANYWAYS i saw your post and i'd like to request a friends to lovers one where lanky boi Brian May is your roommate and you're scared by thunderstorms, so he uses it as an excuse to sleep in your bed with you and you can take it wherever you want from there ok LUV U have a good night !!!!! ahhhh @mark-diesel

Authors Note: I LOVE this idea!! Also, I got the title idea from a Beatles song (Love those boys) anyways, in honour of your amazing writing, I present this to you! I hope you like it!! :)

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There were a lot of things I didn’t like. Frogs, tiny spaces, eerie silences, abandoned things. But out of all the things I disliked, thunderstorms took the top of the list, and tonight, the forecast just so happened to call for a huge one headed straight for London.

Originally, I planned to stay curled up on the couch, tea in hand and tons of candles and matches around me, to wait out the storm, but then Brian called from the studio and said his nights plans were cancelled due to the weather and that he would be home shortly.

I had been living with Brian for almost a year now, and I’ve been bestfriends with him even longer than that, but never have I told him of my giant, yet completely irrational fear of thunderstorms. In fact, I never told anyone. It was just too embarrassing to go around speaking of it freely. I know if the boys ever caught wind of it, I’d never hear the end of it, especially from Roger. So I just kept it to myself, and tonight, I’d just have to deal.

I was broken out of my train of thought by all the apartment lights flickering once or twice before deciding that they wanted to stay off. Permanently. Great, just what I needed. I was secretly hoping Brian would be home soon. I could deal with the dark in itself, but the complete eerie darkness accompanied with what was to come, I just didn’t think I could do it.

Much to my relief, not even 5 minutes later I heard the entry door gently open and then shut. Thank god he’s home.

“[name]?” He called out softly. Before I could process what I was doing, I was on my feet and rushing toward him, wrapping myself around him like my life depended on it.

He chuckled, returning the hug.

“And what’s all this for? I’ve only been gone since this morning” Brian asked.

I peered up at him sheepishly “I just really missed you?”

I tried to be convincing but my statement came out as more of a question.

‘Aw is someone scared?” Brian teased. I retracted from his arms, crossing mine over my chest and huffing.

“No! Can’t I just hug my bestfriend?” I said defensively. He just continued chuckling and shaking his head.

“Well, it’s been a long night and I am beat. I think I’m gonna head to bed. Need anything before I do so?” He said, shuffling by me. Not before ruffling my hair though.

“No no, I think I’m going to head to bed as well.” Lie. No way was I sleeping any tonight.

“Alright, goodnight love.” He called once more before I heard the door to his bedroom shut.

I followed suit, climbing into my bed and willing myself to fall asleep before the dreaded storm began to do it’s worst. I closed my eyes tightly, counting sheep, doing anything I could to be able to sleep peacefully, when the first clap of thunder hit the sky.

I pulled the covers up tightly, squeezing my eyes shut tightly, hoping the storm wouldn’t be as bad as the weather man had claimed it to be. Booms filled the sky, seemingly one after another, before it was all too much to take.

I scurried my way into the kitchen, attempting to make myself some tea, but the darkness of the night and the way my hands shook made it almost impossibly hard. I kept dropping things and making quite a bit of noise, hoping I didn’t wake Brian in my attempts to calm myself down.

The storm outside was loud enough to block any other noise, so much so I didn’t hear Brian come up behind me.

“[name], is everything ok? “ His voice startled me, causing me to drop the mug on the ground. I turned to face the direction of his voice, teary eyed and terrified. Hopefully he couldn’t see me.

Before I knew it I was wrapped in a gentle hug, being rocked back and forth.

‘what’s going on love? I’ve never seen you this way before.” He murmured into my hair.

“couldn't sleep.” I sighed out.

“And why would that be?” He asked again. I took a deep breath. There would be no point in denying it now.

“I’m scared of thunderstorms” I said quietly, so quietly I didn’t think he’d heard. I was proven wrong though as the hug got tighter.

‘Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve done something to help or...” I shook my head, cutting him off.

“Can we just go back to bed?” I asked, I was beyond exhausted, but still slightly terrified. Being in his arms made it easier. I felt safe.

He nodded, grabbing my hand and leading us back into my room. He was about to exit when I called his name.

“Bri?”

“yeah?” he answered, turning towards me slightly.

‘Could ya stay? Maybe just until the storm is over?” I asked shyly.

I didn’t get a response. Instead, I felt the other side of my bed dip, as the covers pulled back and he got comfortable.

“Y’know, you could come closer. I don’t bite. “ I said, he shifted closer wrapping me up once again.

We spent hours in that position, talking about anything and everything as the storm raged on outside. It must’ve been around 3 when the wind ceased, and there were no longer loud noises in the clouds.

“Well, I think the storm is pretty much through. You should be ok to sleep now.’ Brian said, starting to climb out of the bed.

‘Wait! Bri” I said, grabbing his hand.

“Y’know...you could stay. If you want to” I said looking down. Thank goodness it was dark, my cheeks were on fire.

“Ok, love” He wasted no time in climbing back in and resuming our position. We stared at each other for quite a bit, not saying anything. He brushed a strand away from my face, looking at me so intently I didn’t have to be able to see, I could feel it.

Ever so slowly, our faces grew closer together. I let out a shaky breath, closing my eyes, our noses brushing each other. I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached the rest of the way, melding our lips together.

I swore it could've been below freezing and I wouldn’t have felt a thing. My body was on fire with emotion, I could feel everything he felt, and I was relieved he felt the same as I.

When we pulled back, there was more silence for a little while.

“I cannot begin to tell you how long I've wanted to do that.” he broke the silence first.

‘Falling for your bestfriend Bri? What a shame, I did the same thing” I teased, leaning in to connect our lips once more.

“Alright, let’s get to bed. As much as I love this-“ He said, gesturing between us.

“I am beyond exhausted. Goodnight love” He said, pulling the covers over us more, wrapping me up again.

‘Goodnight Bri” I replied, snuggling into him. He didn’t reply, instead placed a kiss on my forehead, drifting off into a peaceful sleep. Maybe, thunderstorms weren’t all that bad.

#brian may imagines #brian may imagine #brian may x reader #brian may #brian may love story #brian harold may #queen imagines #queen imagine #queen

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behind-the-screen-of-bangtan · 5 years ago

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BTS’ relationship with their haters and with their fans

This post is part of the TSU. It belongs to the first part: Biography.

The relationship with haters

BTS may have had a slight case of obsession with their haters at the beginning of their career. It’s understandable though. The situation was hard for Bangtan, especially the ones coming from the underground scene that had accepted to become idols. The 4 Things documentary about RM and u/baepsayed’s posts about BTS’ pre-debut give a good idea of it.

They mentioned haters in 2 Cool 4 Skool, but the first songs really dedicated to them are “We On” and “BTS Cypher Pt.1” in O!RUL8,2?. They were aimed at all those who thought BTS wouldn’t make it after debuting. People also thought that becoming idols implied to renounce to sincerity and to just make commercial songs. By writing most of their lyrics and talking about society’s problems in their main tracks, Bangtan proved them wrong again. It was a fight, haters attacked Bangtan and Bangtan attacked back, belittling each other without being able to ignore each other though.

“Oh oh my haters, please diss me a little more”

“I’m not in the military service but my hobby is to shoot at you We gave you a blow with We are bulletproof The lame fakers’ consciences are pricked and react”

The next two Cyphers are in the same vein, “BTS Cypher Pt.2: Triptych” and “BTS Cypher PT.3: Killer (feat. Supreme Boi)” are masterpieces of wordplays and metaphors aimed to insult back the haters. Luckily, we have Muish’s ramblings (“Triptych”, “Killer”) and Doolset’s translations (“Triptych”, “Killer”) to appreciate all the work of the rap line.

There’s no song specifically against haters in The Most Beautiful Moment in Life series but the songs with a political message (“Dope” and “Baepsae”) includes mentions of the haters so they’re still on the boys’ mind.

The war ends in WINGS, the album where they reach adulthood. “BTS Cypher 4” is a goodbye to the haters, because while the haters are still obsessed with the boys:

“Even if you don’t like me, YOU KNOW ME Even if you don’t like me, YOU KNOW ME”

BTS is already walking towards their next chapter, namely Love Yourself:

“I love I love I love myself I love I love I love myself I know I know I know myself Ya playa haters you should love yourself”

We thus see that the first step to self-love was to ignore haters, even before the boys started working on themselves.

The epilogue to this series of songs is “Mic Drop”. RM explained in the Comeback Show - BTS DNA that he wrote his rap and realized he had no anger anymore, that these people weren’t important and that therefore it was goodbye. Not only has BTS decided to ignore haters, but they’ve also proved them wrong by conquering the worldwide music charts:

You would’ve thought we’d fail but I’m fine sorry Sorry Billboard Sorry worldwide Sorry that your son’s on such a roll, mum We be good to your parents on your behalf, which you weren’t able to do [...]

Did you see my bag Did you see my bag It’s full of trophies How you think bout that How you think bout that Haters are already fed up

BTS has nothing to do anymore with haters. There are thus low chances we’ll have another song about them - time to mourn “Cypher V ft. V” it seems. Even “땡” (Ddaeng) (Lyrics, Muish’s rambling), the very last song about haters, was released during the 2018 Festa so it was more intended as a gift for ARMY than a message to haters.

Fans replaced haters as BTS’ main obsession

Now that the haters are a matter of the past, Bangtan finally has time to acknowledge their fans. We technically already had “Miss Right” but it’s just an addition to Skool Luv Affair and the lyrics are just about an ideal girl so it’s hard to consider it as a song about ARMY. The next occurrence was “I Know” by RM and Jungkook. However, it was not an official release but a gift for ARMY during the 2016 Festa. Considering the date of release, it can be counted as the beginning of the “fans above haters” phase. And already they’re including everyone with lyrics such as:

“Know you love me girl So that I love you Know you love me boy So that I love you”

“2! 3!” and “Magic Shop” are both dedicated to the fandom. It’s interesting to see they’re both included in dark albums with respectively the theme of temptation (WINGS) and fakeness (Love Yourself 轉 Tear), rather than the hopeful You Never Walk Alone or the happy Love Yourself 承 Her. Same with the lyrics, you could expect something joyful but the boys rather decided to be sorry for all the hardships ARMY had to go through:

“Saying that there will only be good things from now on Saying that you won’t get hurt I can’t say that”

“I know that you’re hesitating because even if you say the truth, In the end it will all return as scars”

However, they also remind us to believe in the future and now that ARMY has helped accomplish their dreams, BTS hopes for ARMY to take care of themselves too:

“It’s okay come on when I say one two three forget it Erase all sad memories hold my hand and smile”

“You gave me the best of me So you’ll give you the best of you You’ll find it, the galaxy inside you”

Even though they’re not officially dedicated to ARMY, “Outro: Wings” and “A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone” can both represent the relationship between the group and their fans. It’s confirmed in the credits of The Wings Tour:

Special thank to our wings, A.R.M.Y

Same with “Answer: Love Myself”:

You’ve shown me I have reasons I should love myself

“But the mask and persona itself is ARMY. BTS=ARMY ARMY=BTS”

- RM, Map of the soul: Persona behind (11:30)

I don’t know if they know about it, but ARMY often patronize each other with “ARMY is BTS’ face” to remember everyone to behave well and be respectful.

It’s also through the fandom that BTS reached the mainstream level - and they stayed thanks to their talent. Even now, all interviews or articles will have at least one paragraph about the fandom.

But is it what RM meant when he said that ARMY is BTS’ persona?

He described the idea of persona as the social mask we wear outside. It does fit with ARMY being BTS’ representative.

However, our dear leader also explained that the songs - except “Intro: Persona” and “Dionysus” - were a tribute to ARMY. The songs explain how BTS see ARMY: someone with whom they share a relationship of mutual caring and trust.

“HOME” is the song acknowledged as being dedicated to ARMY. It expresses that “the home BTS want to return to when they’re tired and lonely is ARMY” according to the article presenting the album (src 1, src 2).

We’ll be at ease without needing to say a word If I only have you, everywhere will become my home

The idea that wherever they are, the boys feel at home with ARMY resonates a lot with their international schedule and them having their best time during concerts - when they’re with ARMY.

So more than an Adorable Representative MC for Youth for BTS, ARMY is actually a very close friend. Which leads us to the last point.

Recently, BTS has tried to be even closer to us:

they used fans’ phones to film themselves during concerts

they tried to register for music shows pre-recordings (Jin and RM)

they did an unboxing of Persona (J-Hope, Jimin, and Jungkook)

they posted on the Fancafe from ARMY’s side (Suga and V)

Those are typical fan activities that are familiar to a lot of ARMY.

Laslty, they asked about us with the hashtags #curiousaboutARMY #아미의모든게궁금해 (on @BTS_twt, @bts_bighit, and on @MnetMcountdown for an event collecting ARMY’s moments about BTS for MCountdown BTS Comeback Special). And the ARMYPEDIA event was the occasion to collect even more ARMY memories.

Hard to tell if it’s for a future project or just for fun but no matter what, I don’t think a lot of artists try to understand their fans to that point.

Firstly focused on the hate, BTS has progressively learned to rather prioritize what they love and to enjoy the close relationship they have with their fans.

#BTS #TSU #Biography

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wxundedwings · 7 years ago

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list of bottom seokjin/ seokjin centric recs

key: ** is for fics i fell head over heals in love with <3

Jin Harem ;P

Roses By sereinity ** Summary: Jin wakes up in a train with no memory of how he got there, what he was doing there or where he was headed.

Just a Little by Feather_Song ** Summary: Seokjin slips into the wrong headspace at the wrong time and ends up with six doting hyungs. OR Literally just BTS giving Seokjin the love he deserves. It's that simple.

You know I love you by DarkPoetByTheSea Summary: Bangtan are beyond jealous watching Ken having fun with their boyfriend. The consequences are deserved.

Reign by kristalijah * Summary: Right now though, well nothing's wrong per se, but lately his young masters were getting a bit.. Touchy.

Just once by BlackBlood Summary: Jin was laying in the hospital bed, he still remembered the last time he had seen the other BTS members and he wished he hadn't left the way he did. Now that all treatment had failed, he wished he could've said goodbye. He wanted to see his fellow BTS members, even if it was for the last time. And there was only one treatment they hadn't tried before and Jin wished that just for once luck would be by his side, that just once he could get lucky.

just the three of us by Anonymous Summary: Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok have a three-way. This is actually the norm for them.[non-idol, domestic au; seokjin’s casually trans in this also, nbd; alsox2 how many times can i use the word clit? spoiler: a lot.]

Our princess by selfproclaimed_princess

What I Go To School For by Humansunshine Summary: Seokjin lives out one of his longest-running fantasies. It’s tough being the prettiest one in a boys-only boarding school.

I wanna be your man by xJinniebunx Summary: Title from Boy in Luv and will probably change. Basically, Jin and the younger members get drunk, Jin gets clingy and all the members love him and want to do him. Thats it. That's the fic Also if you hop on my dick for me calling Jin princess, babydoll etc (even though it's a genuine kink but delulu fans so) I will scream k

Other Worlds by rokujin Summary: Abnormal description: Jin: What's the worst role you could take in a movie? 0613: A side-character Jin: What's worser than a side-character? 0613: The fact that you are one? ------------------------------------- Normal description:*crying inside 0613's stomach*

Hell Is 'Round The Corner by Chogiwha (Ac1c) Summary: Stares follow them wherever they go, accompanied by the ever-present whispers they’ve learned to tune out over time. 'Spoiled kids', some people call them, though no one would ever dare say it to their faces. 'Narcissistic'. 'Foolish'. 'Too greedy for their own good.'This little ‘club’ of theirs has a total of six members, each and every one of them rich beyond belief. There are some who view them as gods; perfect in every way imaginable. If you look no further than outward appearances, they may as well be, but even designer suits and expensive cosmetics can’t keep hiding the occasional cracks in those carefully crafted facades. They’ve never had to ask for anything. Whatever they want, they get, and the simplicity of it is almost too boring to bear. That is, however, until a new challenge appears; a race to get to the only thing that seems to stay just out of their reach, no matter how hard they try to catch up.The cards have been dealt, and now it’s only a matter of time until they find out who will get what they want most. Who will get him.

Bottled Of Feelings by JinIsMyLife Summary: The oldest and the youngest feelings for each other finally explode, and a whole lot of perverted things occur. How will the rest of the members feel though?

Fill my day with kisses by ceokjin * Summary: Seokjin's day could be considered a bad one, an awful one even. But he has six pairs of loving lips pressed against his own at different moments during the same 24 hours, so it all works out in the end.

Let Us Take Care Of You. by JinForLife Summary: Jin is overworked because of his idol work, college life and taking care of his pack mates. It pushed him into an early heat. The members decide to wind him down and let him take a break.

In The Midst of The Dark by gyugyu658 ** Summary: Basically, horror one-shots that only includes BTS. If there's any paring that I'll include, it's none other than Jinxbts.

Mouthful by mochibuns Summary: Seokjin looks good enough to eat, so Yoongi has the brilliant idea of eating sushi off of him. Hoseok and Taehyung are incredibly on board with this idea.

I Love You, We Love You by Anonymous YoonJinMin

Vitamin by resonae **! Summary: Bangtan watches 'Laws of the Jungle. They aren't happy to see Seokjin getting sick.

Save Me by resonae ** Summary: In 2016, a list of male idols with sponsors leak to the news outlet. Kim Seokjin's name is on it. -- In 2021, BTS is a group with four Daesangs, record-breaking albums, and six members. Everyone calls them a success. Jimin calls them a failure.

Till Your Body Burns Up by synful Summary: In which Jin is a first class energy draining incubus and Taehyung is the first class idiot that hits on him.

Coming of Age by resonae Summary: Apparently, a long time ago, Seokjin promised Jungkook they'd do things once Jungkook was an adult. All fine and good, except Seokjin's dating Jimin. Jungkook doesn't see a problem. Jimin's okay with it. Seokjin wants to not cook for either one for a month.

Noticed by fluffy_lee Summary: Notice: /noun/ the fact of observing or paying attention to something. A simple word that all the members understood but simply failed to do when it came to the eldest.

Protective by fluffy_lee ** Summary: The boys are protective of their too-pretty Seokjin Hyung.

Hell's Plaything by Krys007 ** Summary: There are things you shouldn't know... There are secrets that should never be revealed... There are mysteries that should never be discovered...Because in the end.. you will regret even choosing that decision.

A Little Coping Mechanism by Odengiie Summary: Little Kim Seokjin/Caregiver BTS AU that I've wanted to write for like a year now RIP Small collections of little Seokjin! The story will follow a general timeline but it's more fluffy scenarios, slight angst and a whole lot of Seokjin being adorable. If you have a problem with Littles etc then this story isn't for you leave now.

I'll warmly hold you by wayward_detective **! Summary: Nesting is a big part of adjusting to a new pack for an omega. Seokjin just takes a little time to build the perfect one.

The Beast Inside by minleaf ** Summary: Their small pack was usually overlooked but when they take in an abused beta and omega, suddenly all eyes are on them. They have to defend their new family, and if that meant falling in love and breaking a few bones then so be it.

Hold Me Tight by tinydust123 Summary: Jin looked at the full body mirror in the bathroom and a glimpse of his state right now stole his attention.

Gravity Assist by SugaMeUp Summary: Gravity assist (n): the use of the relative movement and gravity of an astronomical object to alter the path and speed of a spacecraft.Seokjin existed within a constellation, though he himself was not a star. He wasn’t even sure he would count as a planet - maybe just something unremarkable like an asteroid or a moon. That suited him best, he thought, because he too lacked his own light, and could only hope to reflect from others. Luckily, there were six stars in his constellation, so he was frequently surrounded by light. In which Seokjin is a paediatric nurse who helps six lost souls find their path and falls in love six times along the way.

A Criminal's Cure by Sonorous ** Summary: There is no cure for a murderer. The only way they can be satisfied is to murder again and again. Luckily, the genius scientists at BTS Laboratories have created a successful antidote for these depraved human beings— A man who was created to be used again, and again, and again.

Blinded by EndlessPossibiliTaes Summary: Seokjin gave up. Gave up hope. It's been 10 years in this foster home. He knew he was too old to be adopted. Not cute enough. Not easily influenced.Too smart for those simple tricks only a child will fall for. He was waiting for eighteen. Just one more year then he could be on his own. He goes to school, he'll graduate soon. He just wants to be on his own. In his own apartment that he's been saving up for by working at the mall as a cashier at jcpenny.

Bloody Secrets by JinIsMyLife Summary: With the ever growing popularity of Bangtan Sonyeondan, Kim Seokjin, the eldest member of the group has been feeling beyond content and satisfied. There were times in the past when his fears and insecurities would try to tear him down, but given how hectic their lifestyle now is, there hasn’t been much room for that feeling to show itself lately, but all of a sudden, he starts having disturbing dreams. More in the form of nightmares of someone beckoning him. Waking up in a cold sweat, he manages to forget about them during the daylight hours. Things take a sudden turn for the worse, when things he thought were just the stuff of myths rear their ugly head. Will the rest manage to save the oldest member from being taken away from them?

Others/Seokjin

Faster than anything, further than anywhere by wayward_detectivefor nyancchi Summary: Kim Seokjin, BTS’s angel maknae, had the entire kpop industry wrapped around his pretty fingers, and VIXX's main rapper was no exception.

JULY (but really December) by SodiumBicarb Summary: It was nearly three am and snowing when Seokjin decided that he was just going to ask for sex with an idol in the middle of the street instead of in a darkened alley like a civilized person. OR Remember how Kris spoiled Tao when they were both in EXO? Yeah. I wanted that for our boy Jin, so here it is. #spoiled!jin

Yoongi/Seokjin

Healing the scars by onepixel ** Summary: Yoongi visits Seokjin's apartment after a fight in the club... again.

Wrong number, Yoongichii! by xJinniebunx ** Summary: The title sucks i am sorry. Basically, based on the "I sent my picture of myself in the tub to my friend but I got the wrong number" AU. Yoongi is NOT portrayed as a selfish mean asshole like i see a few people doing too, And Jin is just as cute and soft as ever.

Switch by resonae ** Summary: When Seokjin picks up the Omega with the mint hair from the club, he couldn't have ever expected what happened afterwardOr: Omega!Yoongi is a top, and Alpha!Seokjin is a bottom.

I didnt expect you to be my princess by animelove21 ** Summary: There was something that has always bothered Yoongi. He has a consistent dream with someone he can only vaguely remember. Yoongi moves from Daegu to Seoul to further his studies in music and happens to meet shy, sassy, cute Kim Seokjin. (they happen to be in the same class) Competition is pretty fierce for Seokjin but Yoongi won't lose to anyone. Seokjin can be an airhead about love... and very awkward about confessions.

Red Satin Sheets by ourparadise Summary: It’s no secret that Bangtan Sonyeondan, Kim Seokjin was claimed and marked. This much is true. The events preceding are….difficult to explain. [non-con warning; read tags]

Broken by Coup Detat (MysteriousHarmony) ** Summary: When Kim Seokjin finds out that his mate has been cheating on him he takes their child, Taehyung, and leaves Namjoon - the Omega building up a support system in their new home as he comes to love an alpha named Yoongi. Meanwhile Namjoon is focusing on the growing success that is his music career, and on the pent up emotions he is experiencing from losing his mate.

Unforgiven by onepixel Summary: Seokjin is very popular among the students because of his look, uncommon intelligence and sweet-natured heart. Despite his kind personality he has few enemies. [non-con warning]

Now That I See You by resonae **! Summary: Seokjin is a prince trapped in a tower, and Yoongi is his guardian dragon. Things don't go like they're supposed to go.

Birthday Heat by bebeshark * Summary: Seokjin's birthday gets a little too hot...

need you here by dimpledprincejoon ** Summary: Yoongi misses Seokjin while he's on his trip, but at least his pillow smells good.

we'll go slow and high tempo by springwei **!! Summary: It's Yoongi's birthday and Seokjin wants to make it one to remember. pwp.

Sycamore by Tree742pm Summary: Of all the bullshit Kim Seokjin could handle, he sure as hell didn't know if he could handle this.

Coping by Brandon_Roseway Summary: Its Seokjin Birthday but something is off...really off.

Precisely When Somebody Shows You to the Ocean by sinkingmyships Summary: The longer Yoongi hangs around the tank in the aquarium, the more he thinks that Seokjin is, in fact, a real mermaid. “You’re really real,” he says, keeping his voice neutral. “You’re not acting, are you?” Seokjin smiles, yet it’s the saddest Yoongi has seen him. “I am acting, though. I’m pretending to pretend to be a mermaid.”

waist high (swimming in the river) by jesspava ** Summary: Kim Seokjin is stressed. Kim Seokjin is angry. Kim Seokjin does not get stressed or angry and is rarely anything other than accommodating even on his worst days, which leaves Yoongi staring down the tense line of his shoulders while his boyfriend stress shops in their local supermarket before realizing how bad he's fucked things up this time. or: "I better not be able to walk for a week," Seokjin says, not even bothering to look at Yoongi as he unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs out of the car.

Hoseok/Seokjin

My Sunshine by JinIsMyLife ** Summary: Based of this prompt given to me by a friend : Here's an idea Jin's a chaebol heir and his dad hired him a tennis coach so him and Jin can play tennis with his dad's colleagues but Jin is terrible at tennis so in comes hobi the new coach!!! During hobis matches Jin is always sitting in front row as his lil cheerleader and it boosts hobis ego up 200%

i'm on my knees (and i control your every move) by Throne ** Summary: You only fuck Kim Seokjin because Kim Seokjin lets you fuck him.

Hip Hip Hooray by smiles Summary: Hoseok is fascinated by Seokjin's waist-to-hip ratio. Sex ensues.

A Flawed Masterpiece (Love is Forever) by Odengiie * Summary: Smut shot about Hoseok loving his baby boy Jinnie and teaching him how to love himself. That's pretty much it Give 2seok some love man

Jingle Bells by honeydeath ** Summary: The thing about chasing is, it sends lust straight to Hoseok's core. Why? Because he has Seokjin as his prey.

Namjoon/Seokjin

A pack's price by EmpatheticShipper Summary: Kim Seokjin is an omega that was casted out of his pack after bringing home the scent of alpha's belonging to another pack. Wounded and alone, he meets two omegas who eagerly take him back to their den. He quickly realizes the rest of the pack members are all alphas and they take him in generously. But his old pack will not forget his betrayal so easily. With him being a target of both his old pack and a rival pack seeking new omegas, will Namjoon and the rest of the alphas be able to protect them?

Easy by Writerlia Summary: Kim Seokjin has never had it easy. From making it from an orphanage to making it through college, he's always worked hard. So when he scores a job at his dream office, he finds it hard to believe that everything will be smooth now. Or Kim Seokjin can't ignore the way his boss is a little too soft on him and it isn't easy.

Heart of War by paperhearts ** Summary: For the protection of his people, Prince Seokjin has to marry his fiancé’s killer: the alpha king of the most ruthless and feared kingdom in all the lands with a reputation of being a cold blooded monster on the battlefield.Worst of all, the omega prince doesn't even speak their language.

Honey by AlixSkyeDawg ** Summary: Keep talking." "What do you want me to talk about?" "Anything. Everything. Just keep talking." Or In which Namjoon helps Jin through a difficult incident, one drive at a time.

Strangers. by Eulalia_writer ** Summary: «"Row, row, row your boat gently down the steam. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream."». Jin turned around just to meet a blond kid gazing hungrily at him. «You sang that?» he wondered, a bit confused. «Yep. Anything wrong with that, baby?» the stranger purred back. «Look, I don't know you, but I'm pretty sure that's not what the author meant.». «Yeah? Well, I don't know you, but I'm pretty sure that's exactly what I meant.» .aka. Namjoon and Seokjin meet in a club and end up fucking in the bathroom.

Venus by Dumbtard (sophiethung) ** Summary: Kim Seokjin is scared, wounded and alone. On the verge of death, he stumbles into unknown territory, desperate to get away from his attackers and former pack. When a Beta and an Omega find him, he's certain he's going to die. But they lead him to their den, where he is given a generous home. But, being both a traitor and the single most sought-after Omega in the entire region, Jin is not sure even Namjoon will be able to protect him.

I Told You, I'm A Monster by SarahBear1013 ** Summary: Kim Namjoon was an ordinary man. Incredibly smart. Bright future all laid out for him. Until that fateful day. It shouldn't have happened. He never should have been there. But fate was not on his side. Now, his only hope is Kim Seokjin. An unbelievably handsome, bright, kind, intelligent doctor who will stop at nothing to gently pierce the onion-like layers that make up Namjoon's complicated psyche. Will Namjoon be open to help? Or will Seokjin's efforts all be for nothing, causing him to go as insane as Namjoon has become?

Don't break this too, my dude by Dumbtard (sophiethung) * Summary: They're all quite drunk. Mistakes are made.(or the one in which Namjoon subconsciously misses Jin and it drives Suga crazy)

My Last Dance. by SarahBear1013 Summary: Seokjin. The sugar baby. The star of The Pi Ttam Nunmul. The numbed lost soul. The aspiring singer and actor. The dreamer. Namjoon. The penniless writer. The hopeless romantic. The intelligent, wise, old soul. The idealist who wants to find love. The Duchess. Cunning. Manipulative. Dangerous. Beautiful. She can bend anyone to her will. She always gets what she wants.Namjoon and The Duchess both happen upon The Pi Ttam Nunmul on the same night. They both catch Seokjin's eye. Namjoon can give him love and the chance to open up his closed-off heart. The Duchess can give him financial security and an escape. Who will Seokjin choose? Or will he get a chance to choose before it's too late? In a world of intrigue, darkness, mystery, secrets, seduction, and lies, love is for the highest bidder. Anything can happen, only at The Pi Ttam Nunmul, because you will see at least one of those fluids – blood, sweat, or tears – by the time you leave.

Unfinished Business by They_call_me_baepsae Summary: Namjoon and Jin got divorced two years ago after Namjoon made a huge mistake. They kept a cordial relationship because of their daughter, Haru, and after all that time, Namjoon thought he could get Jin’s heart back. However, a new man appeared on Jin’s life and that will change the whole situation. or Namjoon wants Jin back, Jin can't forget and forgive, Haru wants NamJin together and Jaehwan is shaking their whole world.

Fate Led Me To You (Now Let Me Love You) by MinGenius99 Summary: Seokjin did not believe he'd ever have a happy ending. How many happy endings did you ever hear an unmated Omega with a child have?But fate is a funny thing. What's meant to be will always find it's way. And Kim Namjoon tries his best to get Seokjin to see that.Because of fate, they found each other.

They Say it Takes a Village (But I Think I Just Need You) by SuperBlondie Summary: It has been one thousand three hundred and eighty-four days since he's last seen Seokjin. Not that he’s counting or anything. OR The day Namjoon meets two little boys that he didn't know existed and everything that happens after.

will you let me? by fairytaleglitch Summary: namjoon likes to watch porn.alot.and it is most deffinitely Not A Problem, thank you very much.unfortunately for him...real life sex just never seems to live up to his fantasies.until one day he catches jin undressing and thinks he might have just found the solution to his non-problem.

Light of my life, fire in my loins (be a good baby, do what I want) by sungmin (jeonggukkie) ** Summary: Namjoon exudes power in everything that he does. From the bass of his voice that thrums low in Seokjin’s gut with every whisper and growl, to his stature as he looms over everyone (including those taller than him), to the way he swipes a once pristine cloth over the stainless metal of his guns, soaking up the blood and dirt medals earned from the nameless men killed at any given time. A pink tongue slides over plump lips as Seokjin forces his eyes up to Namjoon’s own when he speaks again, going over their latest heists and how some grunts had nearly jeopardized things worth more than their lives warranted. It’s always amused Seokjin how out of the two of them, Namjoon is the boss. He’s a hustler in any and every sense of the world- and he’s entirely proud of it. Seokjin himself is one of Namjoon’s many prizes. And as far as Namjoon is concerned, Seokjin’s only earned title is bitch.

The Shaman and the Exorcist by metastacia ** Summary: Seokjin doesn't believe in ghosts. Which would cause a huge uproar if everyone knew since he's kind of a big deal at his university; he's a shaman who protects people from evil spirits. He doesn't remember where he got the idea to do this from, all he knows is that superstitious people pay good money. Namjoon does believe in ghosts. Better yet, he can see them and he can fight them. But there's a certain phoney shaman at his university who's stealing all his clients in his exorcism business, and he's not happy about it because haunted people pay good money. So what do they do? Figure out who's closet is holding all the skeletons, of course.

Spine Breaker by metastacia * Summary: The clock is ticking, Jeon Jeongguk only has two bottles of water, one lunchbox, and ten bombs with which he has to kill six people if he wants to live. He's just eighteen and the only experience he has throwing bombs includes sitting in front of his screen, smashing buttons on his controller and swearing at his longstanding in-game rival, VforVictory. Someone has recreated the hit warfare videogame, Spine Breaker, and although Kim Seokjin is the mascot of the game, he knows nothing about how to play it but now finds himself launched in the middle of a stranded island, his bombs missing, his glasses smashed, and a pursuer who wants something more sinister than just his death. Min Yoongi knows why he's here. He knows why everyone is here, but his battles had begun long ago. The clock is ticking and Yoongi is running out of time, but he knows that zero is not the end. It's kill or be killed.

Enough by TheHalesNyx * Summary: tumblr prompt from anon: "How about Namjin with bottom jin and namjoon has a praise kink? Which jin indulges in of course... "Namjoon is sitting on the bed closest to the window, leaning back on his palms. His back is to Seokjin, but the elder can tell that Namjoon is spaced out, staring out the window at the encroaching darkness. The view is nice, but Namjoon’s thoughts are too prevalent. He’s wearing his own yukata, just as loosely, and Seokjin wonders, with a smile, if he walked down the hall with his chest on display.

look here (don’t run away) by sugababy9393 Summary: hoseok was late and seokjin was desperate. an alpha came in and really, he didn’t have much choice.

Let Me Give You a Hand by jinfanfics Summary: Kim Seokjin just became the youngest Beta in the history of their company to be chosen to present a project to one of their most important clients. Kim Seokjin also had the misfortune to ride the elevator with the man who wasn’t particularly fond of him, none other than Kim Namjoon, the creative director of his department. It would have all been fine, if Namjoon hadn’t just found out his secret which could cost him, not only his position as the head of the new project, but also his job as well!

You can get into a trap even if you are smart by reisar * Summary: They were two things Namjoon wanted in his life, first was his career and second finding a mate that he loves and cherish. He hated to admit it but he wanted a romantic first meeting and something like a love from first sight moment, someone who was exciting to be around and nice to talk to, someone beautiful that would make other Alphas envy him. He didn't even imagined getting forced into arranged marriage

you have 1 new message by bazooka Summary:r u n c h r a n d a. fuck this is going to sound like the weirdest shit okay look i used ur selcas to catfish and this older dude is gonna buy me stuff but i have to send him a selca with a peace sign~ * ~ pingkeu jin ~ * ~ hahahahahahaha wtf

Rejected Alpha by Little_Dimples Summary: Sequel to Registered Alpha Namjoon is really nervous. It's his third year applying to be an omegas registered and his second time getting rejected. But third lucks a charm right ? Seokjin is so different then the other omegas he's used to, he doesn't know if what he's doing is right at all. Will this year be another rejection ?

Everyone's got a secret (What's yours? What's yours?) by Odengiie ** Summary: Seokjin is the college-famous guy who gives other students blowjobs in one of the bathrooms through a Glory Hole. Nobody knows that it's him, until Seokjin makes the discovery that the guy he loves blowing the most is someone a little too close for comfort. -Title from Motionless in white - Rats

Jimin/Seokjin

milky white by agreements ** Summary: Jimin can't take his eyes off Seokjin's beautiful, milky white legs.

Sweet Scent of Home by honeydeath ** Summary: Seokjin and their pup were the only things Jimin needed in his life.

To you I gravitate by Odengiie ** Summary: Jin can't keep his eyes off of Jimin at the MV shooting.

Possesive Parks by honeydeath **! Summary: Jungkook eyed his father with disapproval, staring directly into the alpha’s shocked orbs as if challenging him, I dare you,because no one can kiss his appa except him.

Weekend With The Parks by honeydeath Summary: 8 months old baby Jungkook splayed his unheld tiny palm on his father’s nose, covering the bridge and tugged them with his newly building strength. Jungkook was as mischievous as he looked.

Don't Go by honeydeath Summary: Jimin should have stayed when Seokjin asked him to. Now that something happened to his mate, all hell broke loose.

Unexpected Distraction by jinfanfics Summary: “We’re coming back from a party in a group and we’re all squished together in a little taxi and there’s not enough seats so you’re laying across everyone in the back and somehow your head ends up directly in my lap and you’re looking up at me and your mouth is moving and I know you are saying something to me but I can’t focus because you’re laying on top of me and I’m looking down at you and you’re all giggly and happy and you’re so fucking cute and I’m a lil bit tipsy and holy shit I can’t focus” AU taken from Tumblr

Yoga Is Fun by honeydeath ** Summary: Tell me, who in the world could resist Seokjin in a bewitchingly tight-fitting yoga pants? Not Jimin, obviously.

Taehyung/Seokjin

Not a Star in the Sky by DarkStunning Summary: Taehyung must be sin personified. He comes into their lives, bitter and detached, though he pretends to be funny and cute, but under that smile is something sinister. [non-con warnings; past child abuse]

You and Me in Eternity by nyancchi ** Summary: "I'll forever be your home, stay here and be mine." "Even if it is made from gold, it is still a cage." . . "Submit to me" "I'll never"

Twilight Amour by sereinitea Summary: In which a fanciful lion meets a serene, delicate deer. With their emotions raging in their chests, that made them do the impossible, of all romantics.

Expensive Cologne. by Sonorous * Summary: Kim Seokjin had just moved into a new high school, and all he wanted was for his final year to go smoothly. However, a certain second-year had become infatuated with him— dangerously.

Sold To My Alpha by Chrysallion * Summary: Kim Seokjin is sold to the prince of the North Kingdom. Note:: taejin, kookjin

Jungkook/Seokjin

Drenched in Sin by celestjals ** Summary: Jungkook finds his stepbrother, Kim Seokjin, suddenly appearing before him after leaving to Japan for 2 years. Not only does Jungkook have to deal with the recent death of his mother, but also how Seokjin glows brilliantly under the lights. He relives the memories he has buried deep in his heart every time he sees Seokjin in corner of his eye. As he journeys through the road to adulthood, Jungkook must choose between family and love. [non-con warnings]

Love And Chocolate by Etna Summary: "We have to maintain a strictly professional relationship with the family, Seokjin. We're the staff, and it's up to us to keep a certain distance. "Seokjin has been out of work for a half a year when he's hired to work as a personal chef for the wealthy Park family. He's in love with the extravagance of their kitchen: the granite worktops, the well-stocked spice rack, the fact that they can actually afford kobe beef. But the sweetest thing in the house turns out to be the youngest son of the family. Jungkook is kind and funny and smart and the way he smiles at Seokjin makes his heart skip a beat. But no matter how tempted, Seokjin can't possibly risk his job and close the gap between them.

Close to You by JinIsMyLife, jinsan Summary: Jungkook was supposed to be doing his homework, when he suddenly stumbled across a link with a picture of a very familiar mole on the back of that persons neck. Normally seeing something like that wouldn’t have arisen his suspicions, but something about that person made him click on said link. He felt so many different emotions on finding out what his long time crush does on his spare time. But for some reason Jungkook can’t look away from the beauty that Seokjin is, even while in front of a camera. Seokjin whom Jungkook has been crushing on since he can remember. A feeling recuperated by Seokjin, but because of what he does, he feels inadequate to ever be with Jungkook. Jungkook’s older brother feeling fed up tries to find ways to get them together. It might have backfired on him though, so now he doesn’t know what to do.

Lover boy by Aresk Summary: Jungkook fell in love in his first year of highschool with the boy who his brother bring over everyday.Jimin introduced him as Kim Seokjin and Jungkook knew he'll remember this name for a lifetime. 5 years later, they meet again. This time not as Jimin's (boy)friend and Jimin's brother but as Jin, the Art teacher and Jungkook, his art student.

Stuck with U by jinfanfics Summary: Going on a roadtrip with some friends and woah wait WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? And what do you mean you screwed up our reservations and NOW I HAVE TO SHARE THE ROOM WITH ONLY ONE BED IN IT WITH THE GUY I CAN’T STAND?!! And what the FUCK IS WITH ALL THIS SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN US?!!!

Pack Dynamics by Roce (Adderrr) Summary: Seven boys, lost in the world, find each other and form an unexpected bond. Jin feels unwanted.Namjoon wants to form a pack. Yoongi feels alone.Hoseok wants to find a new pack. Taehyung wants a mate. Jungkook wants to find a pack that will accept him. Jimin wants to prove he's strong. "Give me your hand, save me"

Love is not over by KaisuMarissa Summary: "Love is not for me..." That is what he tough as he looked down to the road below him. ".....! Don't jump!" could be heard behind him. He didn't care and let go. He didn't fell tho. He was saved by the person who rejected him.

I'm Not a Little Kid by i_dont_know_what_fandom_im_in_anymoreFandoms Summary: "You can't tell me what to do Jungkook-ah. I'm the elder here not you." "But I'm the alpha here, Seokjin. Now your going to listen to me and get your perky ass on that bed." Or Jungkook is tired of Seokjin not taking him seriously and decides to put a stop to it.

Honey, You're an Omega by Throne Summary: Statistics show that 1 in every 7 people will be an omega.

Punishment by oshie_mxshi Summary: In which Seokjin gets punished, but Jungkook is slightly whipped. Oh and Yoongi is done with their shit.

rainy day blues by wonhoshi Summary: jin hears something he shouldn't have on jeongguk's headset and after being scolded, the boy ends up having an issue he needs his eldest hyung to help him out with.

Close to You by JinIsMyLife, jinsan * Summary: Jungkook was supposed to be doing his homework, when he suddenly stumbled across a link with a picture of a very familiar mole on the back of that persons neck. Normally seeing something like that wouldn’t have arisen his suspicions, but something about that person made him click on said link. He felt so many different emotions on finding out what his long time crush does on his spare time. But for some reason Jungkook can’t look away from the beauty that Seokjin is, even while in front of a camera. Seokjin whom Jungkook has been crushing on since he can remember. A feeling recuperated by Seokjin, but because of what he does, he feels inadequate to ever be with Jungkook. Jungkook’s older brother feeling fed up tries to find ways to get them together. It might have backfired on him though, so now he doesn’t know what to do.

Reason by seokkookie Summary: Because of Taehyung, he did this. Because of his love for Taehyung, he sacrifice himself And because of Taehyung, dangerous come in a shape of a guy named Jeon Jungkook. Preview "I'm sorry but he's diagnose having a leukeamia." Jin felt like the world had stop once he hears those words coming out from the doctor's mouth * "Taehyung, don't leave me." Jin chokes a sob while hugging the lifeless body of Taehyung. * I'm sorry for lying to you Jin. I am not Kim Taehyung. The real me is Jeon Taehyung.

You STARTED IT! by jinfanfics ** Summary: I saw you trying to hit the “door close” button in the elevator but I made it in and then I pushed every single button to make you later for work, but now we’re stuck in this fucking elevator as it stops at every single floor and I don’t know what to say other than “you started it” AU

don't mess with me today or I will cut your dick off by hoewith2biases* Summary: Seokjin is having a shit day but then it ends not so shit...

Geurae WOLF Naega WOLF (awoo~) by jinfanfics ** Summary: Jungkook really doesn’t want to be here. Not when he is supposed to be helping his father with the pack and training to be the strongest Alpha ever. How is enrolling him and Yugyeom in some werewolf academy/University/whatever shit it was, going to ‘help him grow’ as his father had told him? Jungkook was sure that that was a code for him ‘to get laid and enjoy life a bit’, since his old man always insisted that he should find himself a ‘cute little Omega to fuck’. That perv. Now, instead of fighting potential enemies, Jungkook is stuck in this shitty place, fending off horny Omegas, dealing with their pathetic jealous Alpha boyfriends while constantly running into that broad-shouldered Beta with intriguing eyes, who does nothing, but infuriate him most of the time.

Pregnancy and Tony Stark by Odengiie ** Summary: jin and jungkook are having a baby. cuteness ensues. junkook wants to name the baby tony stark.

Tell me you love me by ace23 Summary: "What’s my hand without your heart to hold?" They had it all planned. Or so they thought. Meeting someone new might prove to be a test that their relationship will have to face. Can destiny change?

Cotton Candy and Roses by Odengiie Summary: Seokjin starts his heat early, But Jeongguk is there to help his mate through it.

Opposites Attract by jinfanfics * Summary: At first glance, Kim Seokjin seemed like the perfect Omega. He was gentle, kind and caring. However, there was one thing that made him stand out.He hated Alphas. Also, he wasn’t the typical submissive kind of Omega, much to everyone’s surprise.And there was one particular Alpha that made his blood boil. Jeon Jungkook, a cocky Alpha who lived down the hall, and was intent on pissing Jin off. What angered Jin even more was that the Alpha smelled so good to him, but he would be damned to let that show.

Principal Jeon. by Sonorous Summary: Every single day for the past week, Seokjin has been called down to Principal Jeon's office for no reason in particular. This time, however, he is called down and the principal finally gets what he wants from Seokjin.

Would you be my love (Because I fell for you) by Odengiie * Summary: AU where Jin debuted with a girl group (TWICE) instead under the guise of being a female, tricks the entire kpop industry into beleiving him, until Jeon Jeongguk finds him in the boys toilets after a show. Features cameos from TWICE obviously, EXO, Wanna One, Vixx you name it, it's going in the fic

Best of Me by MmeIrene Summary: “Hyung,” he said, carding a hand up through Seokjin’s hair—black again, now—and leaning his own head in briefly. “Relax. This is supposed to be fun.” Seokjin glanced at him. “I know,” he murmured. “But everyone is looking at us.” Seokjin wasn’t wrong, of course, about the staring. It was date night. And Jeongguk had suggested the club because he wanted to dress up and he wanted to dance. It wasn’t his fault that people noticed when he and Seokjin stepped through the door. Takes place a few years after "East of the Sun," but can be read as a stand-alone.

Young sweethearts by mimnen Summary: Jin is a mate of the packs leader, which was every Omegas dream. He and his mate however have a five year age gap between them, and the gap has never seemed bigger when they are moving forward in their relationship.

East of the Sun by MmeIrene ** Summary: Seokjin presented as an omega at eighteen years old. The first time he brought an alpha home for a heat, Jeongguk punched a hole in the wall. He was thirteen. But that was not where their story began. The truth was this: Jeongguk had always loved Seokjin.

Sold To My Alpha by Chrysallion * Summary: Kim Seokjin is sold to the prince of the North Kingdom. Note:: taejin, kookjin

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