#and I hadn't read the artists' statement about it before!!!

[cricketsintheaudience]

Peruchetti, Mauro. "Modern Heroes," 2009. Hand-carved white marble, 74.75 x 76.75 x 29.5 in.

[kbspangler]

This is the public statement from @alepresser and myself which went up at Webtoons tonight.

Now for some ranting. Just from me, not from Ale—she's innocent of the art crimes I've committed in the past, and boy howdy have I committed art crimes.

This is the first page of my first webcomic, A Girl and Her Fed. I started this thing back in 2006. (I don't actually need a head count of those reading this who weren't yet born in 2006. I'm sure you're delightful and I wish you well in college.)

And this is the last page I drew in early 2020 before I turned art duties over to Dr. Beer. It's better, right?

Well, these days, A Girl and Her Fed has pages like this:

I drew this comic for fourteen fucking years because it's a story I wanted to tell, and I thought webcomics were the perfect format for it. I didn't know how to draw. I got better through sheer obstinate perseverance and sticking to deadlines as best I could for, again, fourteen fucking years. I sought out a replacement artist when I ran into time constraints and couldn't do art plus writing anymore; I'm a much better writer than an artist, so I had no problems whatsoever kicking art to the curb.

The first time Ale sent me art that would go up on the website—art I hadn't needed to draw myself—I literally cried in relief because I had been grinding myself down for, yet again, fourteen fucking years.

So when I read comments from people who say they want to make a webcomic but can't draw themselves and therefore need to resort to AI, that little line between my eyes gets dangerously deep.

This isn't like I'm some old dude who's bitching over student loans getting cancelled after making regular payments. This is me, someone who threw raw art onto the internet like a monkey hurling fresh poo, because I wanted to make a webcomic and the art is part of the process of storytelling via webcomics! I could've (arguably should've) hired an artist right out of the gate, and that would've been part of the process of making comics, too: a partnership between an artist and a writer is also something which grows and develops over time.

For example, after Dr. Beer and I spent two years working on AGAHF, we decided we enjoyed our partnership so much that we set out to make another webcomic! It's great! It's got wonderful art and consistent storytelling! You should read it!

But turning art duties over to unaltered images generated by AI because you want to make a webcomic but "just can't draw" is, frankly, a bullshit excuse. I'm not talking about persons who are physically unable to draw due to disability—I'm talking about people who say they want to make webcomics but simply don't wanna do the art part.

Friends, if you don't want to show your entire ass in front of God and country, you don't actually want to make a webcomic.

Do the thing yourself.

If you're scared, don't be. Take the plunge. Set a goal of twenty strips and do the thing yourself. If you can already draw but can't write? Great! Write twenty strips, write forty panels, etc. You might surprise yourself. If you can write but can't draw? Great! Draw twenty panels and see what happens.

Whatever comes out of it, it's a thing you've done yourself. It's something new you've given to the world, no matter how big or small. Be proud of that. And if you need to partner with someone else to make your comic dreams work? You can do that, too! It's still a thing you've done yourself, and many projects are stronger when done together.

...but maaaaaaaaaybe hire that partner before you've busted your own ass for fourteen fucking years. That one's on me.

[snowmist-hashira]

[Chapter title: Vexing Façade]

Yuichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:(One shots) Tokito Twins x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Twins x Reader Details: ♠ Information ♠ Master list: ♠ Yuichirou Tokitou ♠

Artist: 砂糖🐾原稿🔥[na_sanSS63] [砂糖]

Links; Twitter & Pixiv

Do I even need to warn about swearing? Well, I'm the kind of person who does it daily, so I won't bother with warnings. Just be aware that you might occasionally come across it in my fictions, so read at your own discretion~ Also, a big thank you to @aeolia18 for the idea; the last statements were from her which inspired me right away- AHAHA.

Yuichiro always wore a frown and a constant glare, except when he was interacting with his younger twin. During those moments, the stern expression would soften, and a different side of him would emerge.

He displayed a rather rude and arrogant demeanor towards everyone, a stark contrast to his younger brother's character, but Y/n couldn't help but wonder why Yuichiro seemed to have a particular animosity towards her. Was there a specific reason behind his apparent hostility towards her? She had known the Tokito twins for a while now, and Yuichiro's behavior towards others and herself had always struck her as puzzling.

Y/n cast a quick glance in his direction; he was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, and even with his eyes closed, a subtle frown was apparent on his face. Y/n's friends noticed her gaze and couldn't resist teasing her about it.

"Oh my, what's this, Y/n? Are you checking out the younger Tokito?" Y/n's friends teased playfully.

Y/n raised an eyebrow and looked at her friends, correcting them, "Younger? No, that's the older one."

"Really?" Her friends asked, confused. Y/n nodded slowly, feeling a sweat drop on her face. She wondered how they couldn't tell the two apart; their facial expressions were quite distinct.

"Aww, look at you, knowing their differences," her friends continued the teasing, causing Y/n to blush slightly and give them a playful glare.

"No, you're just not looking--" Y/n began to say, but her friends interrupted.

"Like how he looks at you?" They teased further. "Oh, come on, Y/n, we see the way he looks at you. There's definitely something going on there."

"Hell yeah, like the way he looks like he wants to kill me," Y/n retorted sarcastically. She couldn't believe Yuichiro would have any feelings for her, given how he always seemed to glare at her as if she had done something wrong, even when she hadn't done anything at all.

She unconsciously glanced at Yuichiro, who was now staring back at her with his usual slight glare. The sudden eye contact made Y/n flinch, causing her to quickly look away.

She inwardly cursed herself for feeling flustered by the eye contact with Yuichiro. 'So, what if he looks a little handsome? That guy's a prick...'

As days went by, Y/n continued to try her best to ignore Yuichiro's presence during classes. She focused on her studies and spent time with her friends, doing her best to avoid any unnecessary confrontations with him.

However, Y/n continued to feel those occasional stares from behind in class. She couldn't shake the feeling that they might be coming from Yuichiro, but she didn't want to confirm it by turning around and making eye contact with him. The last thing she wanted was to give him any satisfaction if he was indeed looking at her.

But, it was becoming increasingly challenging for her to ignore the occasional feeling of being watched from behind.

One day, after a particularly difficult exam, Y/n was gathering her belongings to leave the classroom. As she stood up, she couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on her back again. She debated whether to turn around or just leave, but her curiosity got the better of her.

She turned her head slightly, trying to be inconspicuous, and her eyes met Yuichiro's intense gaze. He was indeed staring at her, and this time, their eyes locked for a moment longer than before.

Y/n quickly averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She hurriedly left the classroom, trying to process the encounter. The fact that Yuichiro was watching her only added to her confusion about his behavior.

As a few more days passed, it became evident that Yuichiro's animosity towards Y/n had intensified. He now bluntly glared at her on every occasion and Y/n couldn't help but sweat drop and feel confused, but she chose to ignore his presence.

‘He's a damn ornament, don't pay attention, Y/n,’ she repeatedly thought to herself.

Yet, despite her efforts, there were moments when his constant glares would get under her skin. She couldn't help but wonder why he singled her out for such treatment when he seemed to get along well with his twin and others.

As if fate had a way of irritating her further, their professor assigned Y/n and Yuichiro to clean up the laboratory after its use, leaving them alone in the room. Y/n cursed her luck for ending up in such a situation, letting out a soft sigh as she focused on the task at hand.

Y/n tried her best to focus on the task at hand, determined not to let the awkwardness and Yuichiro's presence affect her. She moved around the laboratory, tidying up the equipment, and putting everything back in its place.

Yuichiro, leaning against the wall, watched her with his usual stern expression, making her feel uncomfortable and self-conscious. She tried to keep her distance and avoid any unnecessary interactions.

However, as she was reaching for a set of beakers on a high shelf, she accidentally knocked over a small container, causing it to shatter on the floor.

"Ugh, great," Y/n muttered under her breath, quickly trying to clean up the mess.

Yuichiro didn't say anything, but she could feel his gaze on her, and it only intensified her discomfort. She wished she could just finish cleaning up and get out of there as soon as possible.

As she continued cleaning, she accidentally cut her finger on a broken piece of glass. It wasn't a deep cut, but it stung, and a drop of blood appeared.

"Wow. How clumsy can you get?" Yuichiro mused, irritating Y/n with his remark. Despite feeling annoyed, she chose not to respond and continued tidying up the mess. Once she had everything contained in a plastic bag, she walked toward the door, intending to dispose of it before anyone else got injured.

As she reached for the doorknob, her other arm was suddenly yanked inside, and she found herself pressed against the wall, her arm pinned upwards. The unexpected action made her blush.

Y/n felt her heart racing as Yuichiro's sudden action caught her off guard. She blushed deeply, feeling flustered by their close proximity and the intensity of his gaze. Now, she found herself making eye contact with Yuichiro's stoic, minty orbs, causing her heart to flutter even more.

"Why the hell are you ignoring me?" Yuichiro questioned, maintaining a firm grip on her hand. Y/n couldn't break free even if she tried, as he was undoubtedly stronger than her.

However, his question irritated her. Ignoring him? Why wouldn't she? He had been nothing but hostile towards her from the start.

Frustrated, Y/n retorted, "What the heck! You always look like you're angry with me, and now you're asking why I'm ignoring you?"

“That’s…” Yuichiro trailed off, Y/n noticed the subtle change in Yuichiro's demeanor, the pink tint on his cheeks making her wonder if he was feeling embarrassed or something else. She decided not to dwell on it and tried to maintain her composure, waiting patiently for his response.

"...It's complicated," he finally replied, leaving Y/n with more questions than answers to which irked Y/n.

“Mother fuc-“ <- Y/n reaching her breaking point.

"You're really an annoying bastard, you know that," Y/n cursed, her tone low as she stared at him with a deadpan expression.

“Wha-“ Yuichiro, with a hint of exasperation, tried to defend himself, “I’m just holding myself back!”

“Holding back from what?!” Y/n yelled back, they both seemed to be entangled in a somewhat endearing, albeit heated, exchange. The tension between them was palpable, yet there was an undeniable affectionate undertone that could be perceived by an outside observer.

"..." This time, Yuichiro's cheeks were visibly flushed, showing hesitance as he contemplated giving her an answer, which caused Y/n to raise her eyebrow along with her glare softening a little, his reactions piqued her curiosity, and she couldn't help but wonder what was causing this change in him.

Yuichiro took a deep breath, his vulnerability evident. He looked straight into Y/n's eyes, his gaze unwavering. “You know what, screw this.”

“Huh?”

“I’m so fucking tired of pretending.”

Yuichiro's sudden change in demeanor caught Y/n off guard. Confused, she asked, "What are you talking about? Pretending what?"

"I'm so tired of fucking pretending that I'm not in love with you." Yuichiro confessed, his voice filled with emotion and honesty.

His heartfelt confession hung in the air; Y/n was taken aback by the raw intensity of his emotions. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat, surprised by the depth of his feelings.

[demodays]

From Bright Eyes,

Lovers Turn To Monsters

"and I want a place to hang out,

Where record players - play out

and there's a thousand movies rented

For a thousand hours with her"

From Modest Mouse,

A Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy

"So you let your hair down

And you let the name's fly

Stupid"

These tracks have sharp edges that create a sincere agony, a true-to-the-sound-of-anxiety. There is nothing feint about these feelings, they are the desperate crawl out and away from the bitter break of loneliness. The vocals are loud and in your face. These songs force confrontations between the self, your limits to scream and how well you remember the stories you tell yourself. You have lived these moments, these songs have seen you cry.

Lovers Turn To Monsters is a track I found on YouTube while looking around for some Neutral Milk Hotel rarities. This track is the 12th release of a project called, "Insound Tour Support." I have not found the entire project catalog. I found that, "Insound Tour Support 2.0" was produced by KEXP in Seattle. I have thoughts on KEXP, I will share those soon. I supposed that this project was like, "Live From Nowhere Near You." I will review songs off that project - it contains some of the best and unreleased songs from some of my favorite artists. I am not sure what or when this tour support was released or where the whole project can be found. There are some tracks uploaded on YouTube, along with this one. The music is out there and I will review the other uploads. The intensity of this track is important to me, the vocal performance is unmatched to any other artist and this song breaks through barriers that I hadn't known from Conor Oberst. A genuine moment of vulnerability was captured in this piece of art, you can hear the exact part the vocal performance confesses a profound sadness and agony to you.

"A Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy" is a unique track from Modest Mouse. It is another angle for us to experience, "Edit The Sad Parts." There are two version of, " A Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy" and of, "Edit the Sad Parts." For both songs there is a live and studio version, I listen to both interchangeably some days I crave the treble of the guitar that comes from the live performance of either song. There is a sinister sound to the intro of, "A Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy" an intro that brings to my mind a painful sensation of something sharp rubbed against the surface of your body, of your shape, your person, your identity. There is a feeling of something hurt by that guitar. The verse and the instrumental sound like a prototype for "Edit The Sad Parts."

Spoilers ahead, I recommend listening to these tracks in their entirety before reading my closing statement.

Okay. The reason I paired these tracks together was the structures of the songs are similar. They emit this sincere feeling of anxiety, and the depression that comes from a self-actualization of self-imposed fear. The worst and most vicious at times. The songs have vulnerable verses and ask the listener to forgive them in the form of a struggling instrumental that evolves into a pressing and strong feeling of hope.

There weren't any versions of "Lovers Turned To Monsters" uploaded to be included in this post. There are uploads on YouTube. This is the live version of, "A Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy."

[xtrablak674]

Urban Soul Revisited

What you may see at first is a smartly dressed man sitting on, well lets revisit that later. Upon further exploration you may also notice this is a Black man, with locs wearing pants from Prospect Heights designer Jimi Gureje, shoes by Cole Haan, a shirt he hand selected the fabric for on his 2011 trip to Ghana and had made locally on his first visit to the mother continent, finishing off the outfit a turquoise necklace he pulled from his paternal grandmothers costume jewelry and eye glasses by the socially conscious Warby Parker.

Now back to where he is sitting, he is situated on a left over stoop in DUMBO you can’t see this but all he hears is a cacophony of construction sounds, what he doesn’t see is the graffiti, murals and wheat pasting that used to draw him to this coastal part of Brooklyn. What you can’t smell is the gentrification of a borough he has lived over twenty years in, a borough he reps harder then its former president Marty Markowitz, and one he rarely leaves unless traveling abroad.

You would think the Urban Soul he was portraying was a commentary on the special style of fashion worn by Brooklyn fashionistas, or maybe it could be something else like the life blood of neighborhoods he has walked for over two decades and construction and conversion has weeded out the ethnic appeal of this cities neighborhoods in exchange for a regurgitated sterilized Manhattan step cousin of the ‘new segregation’ known as gentrification.

Let’s go a little deeper because what we perceive isn’t always what is true.

“He” is actually, a non-binary same gender loving Black person and even though he may respond to male pronouns she will also respond to female ones, he long ago accepted that she was what the indigenous people called two-spirited and e embraces the duality of es nature and the natural conflict of es soul. And like the doorless stoop e sits on e is all but invisible to people disappearing in a country that would readily imprison or choke the life out of em and discard em in the street.

You can’t think about a city and not think about what makes that city special which is its people, people are the spirit of any city and should be embraced not erased, so you can have your artesian tea and farmer markets to squabble over the best organic tomatoes but you also need to have the mentally unstable homeless man who sits outside of the Bodega begging for spare change. This is what makes up a cities Urban Soul.

Part of es Colombusing Series, a commentary on gentrification, change and being invisible in one of the most visible cities on the planet.

[Photo by Brown Estate - As I re-read this I remember getting into some kind of dispute with the curator of this exhibition Ramona Candy, whom is also an artist. She was missing the significance of the use of pronouns in this artist statement and how I deliberately presented one gender identity and switched to another near the end. Albeit this was before where we are today when folks literally list their pronouns in the footer of the LinkedIn profiles. I wanted to make a point here and I pushed her to respect my very elaborate Spivak pronouns which even for me are not easy to use.

Its such a commentary about timing, but it also speaks to my artistry I wanted to send a clear message to the viewers of the work that I am not just what you see, there's something below the surface which I want recognized, albeit it started with the curator I wanted it ended with the consumer of the work. This is what art is challenging the viewer in ways they hadn't thought of before or realized.]

[over-active-imagination]

The Boys Next Door (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Synopsis: The Boys reunite with the girl next door.

Warnings: Lil bit of Angst, Fluff, Dean being an idiot, mention of dean and reader being attracted to each other while she is underage but nothing happens, Sam being a cutie, theatre kid things. DRUNK DEANIE BABY

A/N: This is an AU based off a story I read about the boys GETTING THE NORMAL LIFE THEY DESERVED!!!! It was called "A series of firsts" by @fictionalabyss. Go check It out its a super cute series, inspo goes to them :) Also I will not apologize for how often I describe the reader in dresses in my story. I have a romantic idea of summer dresses and that will not change.

The ending is a lil rough cause my brain stopped working so if it feels like it came out of nowhere I am sorry I'll fix it eventually.

Masterlist

Y/n stood in her bedroom huffing as she tried to determine what to wear to the Winchesters Barbecue. Piles of clothes laid on the bed as she huffed and gave up falling dramatically onto her plush carpet looking up at her ceiling. The soft sounds of Etta James filling the small space. This shouldn't be so hard, she has known the family her entire life, the boys where practically family spending almost every day together since they where kids.

She peered at the consolations stuck to the tiles and smiled a bit remembering how Dean and Sam helped to put the kit together. All of them getting annoyed with the kit and started to make up their own patterns. Y/n's eyes landing on one the three of them collectively created. It was all three of their astrology signs melded together. Sam saying it was to make sure that they all where linked forever, which caused Dean to groan and Y/n to smile brightly. It becoming a staple of her entire life with them. The young woman hadn't seen much of Sam since he went away to collage and Dean got busy with the mechanic shop he started with John.

Perhaps thats why she was getting so nervous. It felt like years since they had all be together. Her being a few years younger than Sam and Dean being quite a bit older. They all moved apart in their lives and she felt a bit like she was drifting through space. Finally out of high school but still unsure of what to do about with her life. The passion to become an artist still bubbling within her swirling around in her soul but afraid to act on it.

A knock on the door brought her from her reverie and caused the young woman to lean up on her elbows calling out to the person hidden behind the dark mahogany wood.

"Hey sweetie...why aren't you dressed?" Her mother asks and the girl huffs flopping back down.

"Because I have nothing to wear, thats why" Y/n mumbles causing her Mom to laugh.

"Darling girl you are surrounded but millions of options and yet..you still have no idea what to wear?" She coos moving to sift through the piles that had been strewn about the room.

"Not a clue" She mumbles and rubs her cheeks sitting up

"I get the feeling this is less about not having clothes to wear and more about those Winchester boys next door" The older woman hums picking out a pretty black wrap dress with little white flowers dotting it.

"Mom please don't do that...don't read my mind" The younger girl whines and slowly rises to her feet taking the dress into her hands.

"Mary and John are expecting us in ten minutes honey so I expect your butt to be down those stairs in five" Her mother hums ignoring the previous statement as she exits the room.

Relenting Y/n changes into the soft satin fabric and moves to sit at her vanity quickly applying simple make up the complimented her skin. Grabbing the Claddagh ring from its place on her jewelry tree and slip it on along with the small quill necklace Mary had given her when she turned eighteen. After giving herself one more look over before slipping down the steps of her home and sliding on a pair of sandals. Meeting her father in the breeze way with a bright smile.

"You ready to go little mouse?" He asks and she nods cheerily grabbing the bottle of wine from her mothers hands and they all walk out the the backyard. Y/n could hear the faint sounds of Johns mullet rock collection playing from the other side of the fence and small laugh passing her lips as Rock you like a hurricane begins playing.

Her father opens up the gate connecting the houses and the family marches through. Mary quickly being the first to notice with a bright smile on her lips as she rushes over to greet them. Hugging her mother tightly and placing a sweet kiss on her fathers cheek. Then Mary turned her attention to Y/n smiling brightly.

"Hey honey, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages. But John and I did come see you in the Tempest you where fantastic" Mary praises and Y/n smiles bashfully.

"Thank you Mary, I thought that was John's snoring I heard" the pair giggle Mary wrapping an arm around her shoulders steering Y/n towards the patio where John and Her father where busy chatting.

"The boys just slipped out to go on a beer run. They should be back soon" Mary coos noticing how Y/n gaze shifted around the familiar faces littering the Winchesters yard.

"Ah I see, well I didn't come for them anyway" Y/n teases and Mary laughs softly handing her a glass of wine before flittering away to chat with her mother. Letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Tucking her lip between her teeth Y/n moves to mingle with others from the neighbourhood. Chatting with Jo, Garth and Mick when Dean's tell tale laugh floats through the crowd. The sound alone had her downing her drink in one go, something that didn't go unnoticed by the group she found herself with.

"You okay their love?" Mick asks gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah..yeah I am alllll aces." She replies nervously causing the group to chuckle.

"You act like you didn't spend every waking moment with those two. It's just Sam and Dean" Jo giggles refiling her glass with more wine.

"Well I haven't seen much of them since Sammy went to school and Dean got his own place" Y/n replies thanking Jo with a small smile noticing the beautiful ring on her finger about to ask her where she got it when at that moment both of the boys in question come through the back door.

Sam carrying bags of ice while Dean held a case of beer. The two of them looking much different than when she hugged Sam crying as he was all packed up to head off to California. Just as she was about to hide behind Mick's back her eyes connected with Sam's that absolutely lit up when registered who she was. Before Y/n could even react Sam had tossed the ice onto the beer case and bounded over to the woman scooping her up in his strong arms and twirled her around. A soft squeal passing her lips as she lightly hit his shoulders.

"SAM! Put me down!" Y/n laughs, the anxiety from before having dissipated. Arms naturally finding a place around his neck as he squeezed her tightly inhaling the sent of Lavender that seemed to follow the young girl around wherever she went.

It may sound silly but Sam had always associated that scent with her. When they where kids she used to drag the boys to the field behind her Uncle Bobby's automotive shop and pick the wild lavender that grew there. Then in highschool she started to wear the this light perfume that her grandma gave her that solidified the smell in his memory. When they used to have sleepovers his pillow will smell of lavender for days afterward the scent calming him so much that when he was going though really tough times at Stanford he started to use lavender oils to relax him. They always brought him happy memories of spending hot summer days at the lake, or picnics in Dean's old tree fort. Of parties that happened when their parents where out of town and snuggled up by the fire during long cold snow days and all the holidays they all spent together. She was his best friend, and he had dropped the ball after he left. Being too busy to return her calls until they slowly faded to a halt. It had been two long years since they had last seen each other.

"Sammy buddy you gonna let me say Hi to her?" Dean's voice comes a hint of underlying jealousy lacing his tone. Causing the Younger brother to snap back to reality and laugh a bit awkwardly as he sets Y/n back onto her feet.

"Hey Dean" She says in a velvety tone that makes Dean straighten his spine.

"Hey Sweet Pea, been a long time" He smiles hugging her gently her frame fitting perfectly against his.

"Yeah and whose fault is that" Y/n teases him softly relaxing into his hold breathing in the scent of motor oil and leather that reminded her of home.

They pull apart and he keeps his hands on her hips feeling the silk contrast against his rough hands. A pang of guilt rushed through him for a moment as he remembered why they hadn't seen one another for so long. She was two years younger than Sammy which made her six years younger than him. When they where kids it felt like a life time, he loved her and protected her like a little sister but that all changed once they got older. He started to see her in a very different light when they where teenagers. It was Sam's eighteenth birthday party when he noticed that she was turning into a beautiful young woman. She was laughing with some douche bag who was sitting a little too close for comfort. When the guy made a move all dean saw was red and beat the hell out of him. Kicking him out on his ass and Turing to check that she was okay. It was in that moment when she looked up at him with those innocent doe eyes full of tears and confusion that he realized how fucked up it was. He twenty three and she was sixteen, it made him feel like the ultimate creep especially when she started to cuss him out for ruining her chances with that assclown. It caused him to start to distance himself from her focusing on his work at the shop, chalking it up to the fact she was a stunning young girl and he had spent his whole life loving her so it was just all the hormones coursing though him that caused him to confuse the platonic love he felt for her.

"I-" Dean was at a loss for words about to say something else when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Glancing back to his father who was smiling cheerily at them.

"Hey son, I need your help with the grill" John says "Sorry to break up the reunion." Before the eldest boy could answer her she broke in again.

"That's alright John. We all know Deanie is much better at cooking then you" She teases and John covers his heart in mock hurt

"You wound me missy, and if you weren't gonna be famous one day I would kick you out" He teases and another blush erupts over her skin.

"Oh get out of here" She laughs shyly and Sam looks at her inquisitively as Dean is pulled away much to his displeasure.

"What did Dad mean about you being famous?" Sam asks sitting next to her on the Family's front porch swing sipping a beer. Most of the guests had left after dinner only a few of the closest to the Winchesters staying back.

"Oh..he was just teasing, I started acting again a little while back. Community theatre stuff nothing serious" Y/n says softly as she rocks.

"Seriously? Why didn't you tell me I would have come to your shows!" Sam says excitedly. He always loved the theatre especially watching her work her magic on a stage. It was one of the first things they actually bonded over.

"I would have..but you where so busy with pre law I didn't want to bother you" The young lady replies softly playing with the stem of her glass. Her statement filled him with guilt as he watched her shifting his weight a bit.

"I screwed up big time didn't I" Sam says looking at her with his large puppy dog eyes of his.

"It's not your fault Sammy...People grow apart sometimes it's natural" She says trying not to be somber but couldn't help it.

"No its not." He exclaims lightly hitting his hand on the arm rest leg bumping hers. "Not to us, you have been my little partner in crime since we where kids. We ran around each others yards, sneaking out late to sit on our roofs to talk, ridding out bikes down to old mill pond. I was your first kiss in the schools version of Romeo and Juliet, I help you through your first heart break. I shouldn't have just up and left you in the dust even if it wasn't intentional"

The young woman looks up at him letting out a soft sigh and taking his hand in hers.

"Sammy it isn't your fault. We will always be tangled up in each others lives...just...sometimes we can't change how things play out." She says softly and he sighs slumping back again.

"But we can try" He says softly and she nods "Do you want some more wine? Mom got your favourite"

Y/n breathes out at the change of subject knowing he wasn't going to fully drop it but he would for now. She slowly nods watching Sam rise to his full height and slip back inside leaving her alone. She pulls her legs up to rest beside her taking a deep breath quickening wiping away the tears before they could fall and looking out at the quiet street.

She had been so lonely since the boys had left. Its not like she didn't have other friends, of course she did. It just didn't feel the same, like Sam had mentioned before they had been through every major milestone together practically. Those boys knew everything about her just like she knew everything about them. While lost in her thoughts she didn't notice that Sam had made his way back out to her Dean trailing behind swaying a bit on his heels.

"Here" Sam says gently sending a glare his brothers way as Dean makes his way to fall in front of Y/n his head lulling into his lap.

"You okay there Winchester?" She laughs softly and slowly rubs her fingers through his hair earning a drunken hum.

"I am now" He says and Sam makes a sound of annoyance. Deans eyes fluttering closed at her mensurations.

"God, I'm sorry I ignored you. I missed times like these" The eldest man says and Y/n tries not to tighten her grip. As Sam looks confused.

"What do you mean you ignored her" Sam asks his tone getting harder as he looks at his drunken brother.

"Sammy lets not do this now" Dean mumbles gripping his beer tighter as Y/n slowly comes to a stop.

"It doesn't matter Sam it-" Before she could finish Sam had already cut her off his tone sharper.

"You promised that you'd look out for her while I was away Dean. YOU promised and now you're telling me you just..ignored her? Let her feel abandoned and alone!" Sam snaps and the girl frowns deeply opening her mouth again but was cut off by the eldest this time.

"Hey don't do that man, don't put that on me! You're the one who didn't call, or visit, or even stop by her place when you came home for the holidays!" Dean snaps back but before the argument could get any farther Y/n stood up getting in front of both men.

"BOTH OF YOU COOL IT" She shouts and the two look up at her like startled pups. "I am not a child who needs to be looked after! and the fact that you two idiots think I need to be watched over like a dog is actually really insulting! I have other friends besides you. Also Sam is right you are a dick for just up and ignoring me without an explanation and Dean is right about you forgetting I existed the minute you went to collage! Now I am to tired to have this argument with you dumb idiot men and I am going to be"

And with that she stormed off the porch and over to her own house ignoring there shouts and making her way up to her room. Y/n felt bad for not saying goodbye to John and Mary but could explain to them another time that their sons are idiots. Taking off her dress she moves to the closet pulling out a worn old band t that dean had given her a long time ago. Flicking off her lights and pulling back the large fluffy duvet crawling into the cool sheets and staring once again up at the glowing stars before falling asleep.

A soft tapping sound roused the young girl from her slumber. With an annoyed huff she glanced over to her window and lets out a small scream when she sees Deans face peering in her window. He also jumps and shushes her though the glass gesturing for the window to be opened. With an annoyed grunt Y/n hulls herself out of safety of her bed and moved to open the window looking at him with a sour expression when the sent of whisky hits her nose.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asks "Dude what are you- Jesus dean!" Yelping she grabs his collar realizing he was about to fall off her sloped roof and yank him into the safety of her bedroom.

"I-" he hiccups "Wanted to come see you...missed you" Dean slurs and clings onto her as they tumble down to the ground the younger woman ending up on top looking down at his candy green eyes.

"Dean you saw me like.." She glances at the clock "Like three hours ago"

"So...I miss you everyyy time you aren't near me" He whines and holds her hips his hands reaching underneath to touch the warm skin, reminding the girl that she was in fact only in his shirt and a pair of boy short underwear. "that my shirt?"

"You're drunk." Y/n says flatly and tries to get up only to be flipped onto her back with the man she'd loved for years on top of her.

"And you're very pretty" He coos and moves her hair "I love you always have...but thought it was creepy"

"Like I said before...you are drunk" Y/n huffs and attempts to get him of but he refuses to move

"No! I mean...Yeah I am but...I still mean it, I love you" Dean coos again and leans in rubbing his nose against hers.

Y/n lays there looking up at him trying to come up with an articulate thought but couldn't. Dean Winchester just admitted he was in love with her and those very kissable lips where like two centimetres away from hers. There was a battle raging beneath his candy green eyes as they watched her closely.

"I love you too" She whispers back as he leans in and places his lips against her in a soft and demanding kiss.

Her hands trailing into his hair with a soft whine as they continue to make out on the soft carpeting of her bedroom floor. His calloused fingers roaming over her hips and tug up the shirt she was wearing pulling back to kiss down her neck. Soft moans leaving her lips whispering his name happily until she feels him relax against her body. Y/n head pops up for a second and says his name louder.

"Dean? Hey...big guy? DEAN" She says louder and gets drowned out by a soft sound of snoring. "And of course"

Y/n trails her fingers down his back smiling a bit as he snuggled closer. There was one thing about Dean that always warmed the young woman heart and it was the fact he had the worst timing in the world but still was endearing somehow.

In the peaceful silence Y/n thinks about all that has happened tonight. About her love of the boys next door and much like those stars hanging above her bed it seemed like the bond she shared with Dean would last forever.

[hecallsmehischild]

Tumblr Confession #1: Squigglydigg

I left Tumblr at the beginning of 2022. In truth, I withdrew my heart from it at the beginning of 2021. I left for many reasons, each one long enough to fill a blog post. This one is about Squigglydigg.

For many years I was a part of a really wonderful fan community that sprang up around a series of animated music videos. It was called Mystery Skulls Animated, to differentiate it from the band Mystery Skulls, whose music was used in the videos. Squiggly was an up and coming artist who rocketed in fan community status for her stellar fanart. She was lauded and loved and pedastaled for a long time. Our posts intersected from time to time--as they do on Tumblr--and we talked sometimes. Occasionally she would show up in my writing streams and gave me advice as I worked on the fanfiction saga Thicker Than Water Tales.

I don't remember exactly when she first got dragged. I know that it was done behind her back on Tumblr. She wasn't even tagged in the post. It was allowed to circulate for a long time before she saw it, so she got to see a list of people who "liked" the callout post, several of whom had seemed like her friends before.

Months (years?) passed, and she got called out again. And again. And each time I watched, bewildered, but silent. It didn't seem right, but I was afraid. Lines were being drawn and I didn't want to stand anywhere when the lines made no sense to me in the first place. I thought I knew what was right, but I didn't know how to say it. And I was afraid of the anger.

I kept silent.

Each time, the furor seemed to die down. Squiggly made her way through animation school, still with many people cheering her on. She was even invited to work on the fourth Mystery Skulls Animated video, The Future. We were all hyped to heck and back when it dropped on Halloween, 2020. We roared with approval. We tossed around theories and some criticisms. We brainstormed new ideas. The fandom was rejuvenated and ready for another round of creativity!

January 6th, 2021. The Capitol Riot broke out, or whatever the hell you call what happened that day. Then a comparatively smaller event on January 11, 2021 rolled around. The Mystery Master (first video creator) himself told us that Squigglydigg was removed from the team, and would never be associated with the project again. The fandom Discord server moderators then told us that she had also been removed from the server to protect everyone.

Bewildered, I backtracked through the situation. Not only were all her previous cancellations dredged up, but new statements she'd made regarding January 6th had been added to her ledger.

I read many posts, both from her and from people who had compiled her sins. I will not cite posts or argue further, because I feel I have read enough, but here is my conclusion.

I believe Squigglydigg had the right to say what she said in each case.

I found Squiggly's posts regarding her January 2021 situation to be the most coherent and reasoned posts that I read. Many cancel posts I read ranged from incoherent to personally vengeful, and most things I read didn't take into account anything she had to say about the situation. I did not find even the calmest among the opposition to have compelling arguments at all.

I was silent because as I look at myself, I find I have the weakness called cowardice.

I was shell shocked by the response half the community hurled at Squigglydigg. I was horrified that the "leadership" drew this as a hard line. And I deeply resented the Discord mods saying they were trying to protect "everyone" and thereby madly abusing the word in the process. Clearly, "everyone" was a very specific subset that was ready to exclude at will.

And I was silent.

Sick and angry, I processed this and many other things for months. I withdrew, by and large, from the fandom community that I could never again see as any kind of family unit. It had clearly been rotting for a long time, I just hadn't wanted to consign it to the shelf with fandoms like Welcome to Nightvale or Steven Universe. Not ours, I always said, our fandom isn't toxic.

But this isn't even the first time something like this happened in our fandom. In this time, I recalled when Allon-s-k got reamed, years ago. I said nothing then, too, even though it didn't feel right, the way he got run out. Bullied. I wonder how many times this has happened to others in the fandom. What other instances didn't make it to my dashboard?

I was wrong not to speak. Even if I did not know how to argue properly, I was wrong not to speak out of fear that I might look stupid, or that I might be next, or that I might lose friends. This is a first step in trying to do better. On Tumblr, I found myself gradually becoming selectively honest and selectively silent. I am attempting to make my new blog, my new website, a place where I will be more honest with my thoughts and my journey.

If this post angers you, then my new website is not for you. If you still would like to find me, this is the link to my new website.

TLDR: I didn't speak up when it was timely, but Squigglydigg had the right to say what she said. I find her statements well reasoned and more in line with the truth than the accusations leveled against her. I think the people who disassociated themselves from her have the right to do so, but I also think that they are wrong and that their reasons are ill-considered. I found their glee and vehemence to be disturbing. This is one of the reasons I could not remain on Tumblr, though it is the only one I will post to Tumblr.

[theluckiestlb]

✏️ “Why is it that the only fashion statements you make involve leather catsuits and bananas? Are you really trying to destroy your father’s fashion empire with the biggest fashion don’ts out there?!”

"Adrien?" Marinette called, gently clicking the door shut behind her. Her eyes scoured the vast bedroom in search of a visual confirmation—but there was none to be found.

"Ah, you're finally back," Plagg zipped forward and encircled her, "Well, it took you long enough. I believe he's having one of those—human life crises—or whatever you call them," he exasperated, lazily flicking his tail back and forth.

Nerves suddenly coiled inside—constricting her chest.

Since Gabriel's resounding defeat six months ago—which subsequently exposed the identity of his son to the public—Marinette had been reluctant to stray too far away. The aftermath had resulted in waves of scrutiny and backlash against the Agreste brand and any poor soul remotely associated with it. Employees dropped like flies, the stock plummeted into free fall, and half of the board resigned within twenty-four hours.

In spite of his exile, Adrien's happy-go-lucky outlook blossomed tenfold.

With each passing loss—his mother, father, reputation, and privacy—Adrien became a brighter spark. Laughter and playful jokes were seemingly endless. He went out of his way to raise the spirits of the few that hadn't completely abandoned him. It was a true joy to be around someone so carefree—but Marinette couldn't shake the heavy pit that remained inside.

Though Adrien's defenses appeared impenetrable, she knew they would eventually falter under the magnitude of pain and deception he had experienced for years.

"Adrien?" Marinette called out again, strolling across the room. Her gaze shifted to the ajar bathroom door. The echo of a faint voice was barely intelligible.

"...how t.....perly die...y......r...usi... bleach..."

Marinette kicked into gear and shoved the door open.

"Oh—there's my gorgeous girl! Just in time."

Adrien spun around with a grin. He relaxed against the bathroom vanity, sporting gray sweatpants and an open Hawaiian shirt that barely concealed his modelesque figure. However—the true pièce de résistance remained partially obscured by a plastic shower cap.

Marinette released a long exhale, slumping slightly against the doorframe, "Right...dye...as in hair dye...of course..." she murmured, taking note of the tablet nearby playing a YouTube tutorial, "......fuchsia hair dye?"

Adrien's grin widened, "I know right?” he gestured enthusiastically, turning once for dramatic effect, “Come on, Buginette. Tell me you love it.” 

"Um..." Marinette cocked her head. Plagg hovered behind, casting them both a look of judgement, "Well...it's definitely...an artistic choice..."

"It'll grow on you," he assured confidently, ignoring the kwami’s presence. Adrien shifted to inspect himself in the mirror, turning his chin thoughtfully, "But poor Yvette's going to have a heart attack."

"Your public relations manager?"

Adrien nodded, sparing Marinette a glance, "She already went off on me this week. Going on about how I 'only making fashion statements that involve leather catsuits and bananas' then something about me 'trying to destroy the Gabriel empire with every single fashion don't known to man'," he paraphrased in a nasal tone.

"That's the brand’s biggest concern right now?" Marinette raised a skeptical brow, completely unimpressed by the assessment.

He shrugged and turned back to face her, “The poor woman hasn’t slept in months—I’m not exactly helping,” Adrien stretched before sauntering over to Marinette. With a knowing smile, he wrapped his arms around her petite frame—gently pulling her to him. Marinette’s eyes fluttered closed as she basked in the warmth of his chest. The steady beating of his heart soothed her nerves and elicited a wave of peace. 

Adrien’s need for physical intimacy had grown in tandem to the chaos around them (but she happily obliged every request). She avoided reading too deeply into the touches—as the status of their relationship remained a giant question mark—but some doubts were difficult to quell.

Marinette split their embrace after a while, stepping back to catch his gaze, “Oh...I came to tell you that they finally set a court date for your father.”

Adrien stared back at her impassively.

“Gotta love the efficiency of french bureaucracy,”  he ribbed cheekily, causing Marinette to roll her eyes with a slight smile, “and Gabriel’s army of well-paid lawyers.”

“The state is having a hard time with the Hawkmoth-related charges, actually,” Marinette admitted, lips falling into a frown.

Adrien’s brows knit together, “Even with our testimonies? Alya’s? Nino’s?” he asked, struggling to mask the frustration in his voice.

Her eyes softened in sympathy, “With the missing butterfly miraculous...and the lack of video evidence...it’s just our word against his...” Adrien’s shoulders sank, causing her to reflexively reach for his face. With a dejected exhale, he leaned into her palm, “...but they were able to pin something else on him.”

Adrien straightened up, looking at her expectantly.

“You’re going to love it,” Marinette added, lips twitching into a smile.

“What is it?”

She snickered, rising to her tippy-toes to whisper. 

“Tax evasion.”

After a few beats of silence Adrien doubled over in laughter—which quickly infected her as well. The giggle fit maintained its hold on them for a few minutes. Each time it managed to dissipate, they would lock eyes and start all over again.

Marinette slowly breathed, trying to settle herself, “Did you know he has at least ten different offshore accounts? They’re still digging through records!”

“No—” Adrien snickered, shaking his head, “—thank god I’m too pretty to deal with numbers.”

They both laughed hysterically again—abandoning all hope for composure.

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[bakubabes-tatakae]

A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 1/4 of my pieces for day four of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps​. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme was song pieces, and its full of angst. My heart broke after this piece. 😩 Izaya just deserves love. I’ll be spanning my four pieces throughout the next couple of hours so stay turned. You can find all the days of the collab here!

For the best experience listen to the song while reading the piece. The song title and artist have the link for he music video. 😊

Pairing: Izaya x fem!Reader

Song Choice: Without Me by Chvse

Warnings: alcohol consumption, angst, violence

Word Count: 1.7k

Izaya had never felt this kind of pain before. This man had been beaten senseless, stabbed, and everything in between, but nothing had ever really hurt him as much as heartbreak did. He had been the one to end things, but that was only because he didn’t want to put you in danger anymore. He didn’t want to be the thing that ended your life. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from roaming his head.

“And I don't want nobody else but you

You the girl in my dreams every night

You the reason that I let the sun come through”

You had been the best thing in his life, but he had let his life come in between that. He hadn’t wanted harm to come to you. But just that had happened. All this dealing with the Yakuza had made them take you hostage. They wanted to make him hurt.

So when he had finally gotten you back from them. When he had finally gotten you settled at home he had left, running away with nothing but a note on your nightstand. He couldnt’ bear to tell you to your face that you were better off without him.

You were in his dreams every night since then. Your face haunted every single thought that he had. He told himself day after day that he had to move on, but he couldn’t do that. He wanted you, nobody else.

His thoughts always went back to the countless mornings that you would wake up and roll over to tell him the same thing every time. “You’re the reason that I open those blinds every morning, Izaya.” You’d smile and climb over him, straddling his lap and pressing soft kisses to his cheek. “You’re the reason that I let the sun come through. You’re my light.”

Those words were on repeat in his head. He reached for the beer bottle on his coffee table and took a sip, tightening his grip around the bottle as he fought back the urge to let a tear loose.

“Girl, I'm sorry for the things that I've done

Always starting shit and put you in a dumb mood

Always pushing you away, but I pushed too hard

Now you're gone, what a dumb move

'Cause you're the person I'mma run to”

Izaya’s work had always gotten in the way of your relationship, but you had tried hard not to let that bother you. He knew how hard you tried to ignore it. That didn’t stop him from feeling horrible about it. He had tried to push you away some, despite how much he always regretted himself for it after. He wanted you to make the decision on your own.

He would get angry when you questioned him about when he was going to spend some time with you. He tried to understand where you came from, but his work was his life and he wanted nothing more than to succeed. He wanted to make a better life for not only himself but for you as well. He had gone about that wrong.

His anger would always put you in horrible moods. And when you had left him the first time he should have left you alone.

When you had finally decided that enough was enough he should have left it at that. But something inside him said that he had to have you back. He just couldn’t let you get away. He loved you too much.

You were always the person that he ran to when he needed help. You were the person that he always leaned on. And now you were gone.

“Look, I understand why you had to leave

'Cause I was treating you so bad, that your family

Could see through the fake smile that you had with me

I wish you didn't go, but also know you had to leave”

Izaya had heard the words that your family always spoke. He heard the conversations on the other line. You had been sure that the phone speaker wasn’t loud enough, but he heard them say that you needed to move on.

You would object to their statements. You always did, but he knew that deep down you would think for a long time about them.

They would say that you always seemed like the feelings you had weren’t real. They called your smiles fake and said that you only did them to fool the family. You only wanted them to think that you were truly happy.

Izaya wished that he hadn’t pushed you away that first time, but he knew that it needed to be done. He understood why you had left, but his heart wanted you to be with him.

“'Cause I was toxic, found a way to talk shit

Accusing you of things you didn't do, I know I'm not shit

So leaving me to better you, is better than the option

To stick around with me, I just hate that I caused it

I hate that I caused it”

Izaya had done nearly everything to push you away the first time. He was toxic. He was rude. He played every game he could think of. Izaya even went as far as accusing you of being unfaithful.

He claimed that you had found yourself in the arms of one of his enemies.

So you chose to leave. You told Izaya that you needed to better yourself. You needed to get away. You weren’t going anywhere or doing anything with your life being with him.

You were beginning to see that sticking around with him was the worst option.

He hated that he made you feel that way, but he couldn’t do anything about how he felt about himself. He hated that he had wanted to put you in that position. But you would have been better off without him.

“'Cause I don't wanna hurt you

But I know I will

And I'm looking for the reason

For the way I feel

I didn't wanna lose you

But if I'm being real

Then you're better off without me”

He could feel himself slipping away from you and that’s when he knew that he needed to do what he did. He knew that eventually he would hurt you worse than he had ever wanted too. Worse than just heartbreak.

But Izaya never truly understood why he felt that way. He didn’t know why he knew that he would hurt you. He just knew.

So in the note that he left you on your nightstand he said “You’re better off without me.”

And it was the worst thing he had ever written in his life. The worst thing he had ever said to someone. And he truly meant it. No one could change his mind. Your life meant more to him than his own.

“I never really fell in love until I met you

'Cause that day out at the cabin, I felt something special

3 a.m, vibing, drinking beer on the couch

Remember? I was scared to even cuddle with you”

Flashbacks of how you met filled his head, another swig from the beer bottle filled his throat. The small feeling of forgetting starting to take over. That’s all he wanted to do. These memories were too painful.

When you had come to the cabin with a couple of friends of his and they had introduced you, he hadn't expected to be obsessed. But he was.

Everyone had gone to sleep, the two of you had been the only ones left in the living room, and he had never been more nervous in his life.

You hadn’t hidden your attraction to him. You made it very obvious in the hours after you had met.

You had looked at the clock as you both drank the last of the beers that were sitting on the small coffee table. Three in the morning. The fire burned in the fireplace and your laughs filled the room.

Izaya couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way. The last time he had truly felt love.

Izaya had never been as nervous as he was right now. He was normally the tough guy. He had never had a problem showing affection for a woman he liked. But you were different.

You noticed his hesitation and went in yourself. Before you could even stop yourself, your body moved. You straddled his hips and pushed him back into the couch. Your lips pressing together as Izaya placed his hands on your hips. His fear almost instantly watching away.

“My heart's breaking 'cause I love you and I miss you

I'm thinking about the times where I'd cuddle and I'd kiss you

But I understand that I got a lot of issues

I just hope you know that it ain't easy to forget you”

Izaya shook his head, trying to get the memory to leave him. “Fuck.” He grasped the bottle tighter in his hand and down the last swig. “I miss her.”

Before he even realized what was happening the bottle soared from his hand, a scream leaving him at the same time.

A light switched on in the hallway and a figure appeared in the doorway of the living room. Namie had a sleepy, puzzled look on her face as she checked on her boss. “Izaya?”

Izaya rubbed his eyes and gave her a weak smile. “Everything’s fine Namie. Go back to bed.”

She gave him a worried look before turning back to head to her room. She knew better than to push Izaya when he was like this.

“I just-“ His voice was a whisper as he picked up his phone. He didn’t want to say anything else and have Namie come back out.

Izaya opened his messages, his finger instinctively finding your name and typed out a message he had never meant to send. Alcohol made him hit that button and made him throw his phone across the room after.

So when your phone lit up and you opened the message, your heart broke for him.

Izaya 💞 2:36am

I miss you so fucking much.

Taglist: @monic00l​ @strangeinternetwasteland​ @rowley-with-ackerman​ @kyu-pine​ @ellechanwrites​ @bonnisimpparker​ @impinthecloset​ @nikiniki743​

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[myfearless-love]

The Wildest Place You Run (2/?) - Hold the Front

Thanks to everyone who commented on the first chapter or reblogged, liked the story written for @cssns! Here’s the next one; I plan on posting chapters every Sunday. Thank you to my awesome beta and artist @thejollyroger-writer! Check out her amazing art for the first two chapters! Enjoy!

Summary:

Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, and Elves. For centuries, they kept their existence a secret, but the constant rebellions against the strict laws of the Guild had led to a terrible tragedy. In an open clash, it became apparent to humans just what kind of monsters lived among them. Emma Swan loses the love of her life in the first battle of the war. A few months later, while still trying to process what happened, a mysterious and terrifying figure worms his way into her life. But the man is hiding far more terrible secrets than he reveals to her, pulling them both into a horrible situation...

Chapter: 2/? - Hold the Front

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Rating: M

Relationships: Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Read on: FF.net or AO3

Words: ~4.7k

Previous parts:

Ch 1

TW for this chapter: Depictions of violence and blood

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"There was nothing you could have done," said Mary Margaret as she shook her head.

Emma couldn't even count just how many times she had heard this sentence from her. She wanted to believe her friend, but she never could. If she had been faster, if she had noticed the danger sooner… Maybe she could have saved Neal that terrible night.

It had happened more than half a year ago, but the screams still echoed in her ears as sharply as they had that night. The image of the pile of bodies, the blood, and the burning building was forever seared into her memory. But the most terrifying minutes weren't caused by these pictures. Neal's death changed everything…

He was a Hunter, just like her half-brother, David, with the difference that no elven blood flowed through his veins, any more than it did in hers. They both served the Guild and that was what caused Neal's demise. He and her brother were among the first to be called to the front lines…

The light of the full moon covered the entire clearing, and it danced on the mirror of the lake. The weather was relatively pleasant, a balmy breeze sailing through the early June night. It ruffled the fresh, green grass of the meadow, welcomely cooling down her hot face.

Lying side by side, they had been staring wordlessly at the sea of stars for some time. She really wanted to tell him, but she didn't know how he would handle it. She tasted the words a few times in front of the mirror in practice, but found none of them appropriate.

She just watched him, even now she could hardly believe he loved her. Just her. She'd never believed she was good enough to deserve anyone's love, but Neal still saw something in her. It was true, of course, that it took almost two years for their paths to cross (and her infatuation to be reciprocated), but in the end, her intuitions proved to be correct.

There was no one for her but Neal. Maybe the statement was slightly inaccurate, but the few people she'd been with left her within days, weeks, or months, saying they just couldn't learn to love her. She accepted it, because what could she have done? She loved them in vain…

She had already given up on ever being with Neal too, when what she had been waiting for finally happened.

He tore her from her contemplation. He turned on his side, propped himself on his elbow, and gently drew her to him. "What's wrong?" He brushed a lock of her fallen hair behind her ear and smiled kindly at her.

"Nothing's wrong," she whispered in response, snuggling even closer to him.

"Are you sure? You've been acting so… weird," he gently stroked her curly, long blonde hair and gave her an unwaveringly angelic smile. His brown eyes lit up brightly, the corners crinkling faintly.

At any given time, she could completely get lost in those orbs.

"Of course. Everything's fine," she assured him, though the desire to just tell him was burning her inside. But she still couldn't find the words and hesitated. How would he react?

"If you say so…"

His gaze drifted to her lips, and she could see his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. She didn't have to wait long, he slid his palm under her head and rolled over her in moments. His lips tasted hers gently. It was sweet, hot, and passionate all at once, gradually deepening until their tongues met. Suddenly, his body weighed on her. Although not at full weight, he still took her breath away.

It wasn't painful, but he wasn't exactly a lightweight, and the movement gave her a fright.

"Could you…" she moaned in a low voice, but he seemed to understand.

He braced himself on his hands, and she could finally breathe. "Sorry," he smiled apologetically.

"Neal," she finally managed to gather her thoughts.

"Yes?" He scanned her face curiously, his expression momentarily uneasy at the uncertainty he probably saw in her eyes.

"I…" she couldn't continue, she just stared at him, hoping he would understand.

"What's wrong?" His gaze turned suspicious.

"I… I'm… pregnant," she said, breaking eye contact and waiting with bated breath for his reaction. She knew for a fact that he loved her, but they were still so young and they never talked about it.

For a few seconds, he only stared at her with widened eyes. Her face immediately felt hot. It looked like it was the last thing he'd expected to leave her mouth. It must have felt like an ice-cold shower.

Then, to her greatest surprise, a wide grin suddenly spread across his face, and he opened his mouth several times, but no words came out. His instinctively gaze slid to her stomach, followed by his hands.

"You're not kidding, are you? How… How long have you known?"

"No, I'm not kidding. Not too long, I wasn't sure until this morning," she replied quietly, but she was already smiling from the huge weight that had fallen from her heart. She had to admit, she hadn't expected that reaction.

Neal still didn't quite know what to say, and Emma slowly sat up. But before she could prepare herself, he suddenly hugged her tightly.

"You have no idea how happy I am!" He grinned wider and buried his face into her neck.

"I think I can guess," she smiled, then hissed softly. Neal squeezed her too hard. "Relax, tiger," she laughed to herself, and he immediately loosened his grip.

"Sorry. Anyway, I had something planned for the two of us tonight," he remarked, but at the same moment, his phone began to ring."So…" Neal continued, ignoring the call, but she stopped him.

"Pick up. You can always tell me afterward, and it might be important."

"No more important than this," he insisted.

She shook her head disapprovingly, and without hesitation, she dug into his bag to pull out his phone, pressing it into his hands. The caller ID told her it was David. "If I know my brother, you better answer it."

Neal pursed his lips irritably but lifted the phone to his ear. "What?!" he growled at David on the other end, his tone irritated.

The answer clearly didn't lighten his mood, his face made her downright anxious.

"David… I just need half an hour! You can definitely hold the front until then," he almost begged, and Emma found that rather strange.

She began to sharpen her ears with interest.

"Neal! When this is done, you can do it in much quieter and more intimate conditions. We need you now! So get your shit together and get your ass in here!"

David raised his voice so much that even she could understand every single word.

Neal angrily ended the call and shoved the phone into his pocket. "We have to go," he announced in a grim voice, rising from the ground, helping her.

He idly dusted off his pants, delaying the inevitable as much as possible.

"What happened?"

"The newly settled Vampire clan and the new pack of Werewolves are wreaking havoc in the mall downtown. I need to get there… David and the others need backup," he confessed as he rocked from one foot to the other.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"But…" Neal's gaze shone with fear, and his restlessness had caught her eye, though Emma didn't understand what was wrong with him. Normally, he threw himself into fights like this, but now he seemed hesitant.

"Is there something else?"

"No. Come on, I'll take you home…" He lowered his head, took her hand and they walked back to the black Land Rover LRX parked at the edge of the clearing.

The SUV wasn't his own, legally it belonged to the Guild, but it had been on loan to Neal for some time.

"Neal, we don't have time for that, I'm coming with you," she stated in an authoritative tone, but he just shook his head.

"There are too many creatures there, they've gone completely nuts. I'm not taking you there!"

"Yes, you will! I'm not arguing with you, Neal. And besides, I have the gun David gave me yesterday," she added, trying to convince him. There was no time to waste.

"It's worth very little against them," he said, shaking his head.

"It's filled with silver," she lied easily, just so he would finally relent.

"Why are you so damn stubborn?"

She took that as his agreement, and started running, hearing Neal picking up speed behind her as well. She yanked open the car door and threw herself into the passenger seat. After buckling up, she rummaged in her bag to change the magazine in her Glock. Meanwhile, Neal put the key in the ignition and secured his seatbelt as well.

"Where did it happen?" she asked as they sped through the suburban streets.

"At the new mall. About six hundred people are trapped inside, and they're already being thrown off the roof deck," Neal replied.

The speedometer slowly moved to 55 mph. "Neal, slow down!" Emma hissed through her lips as she squeezed the edge of the seat with whitened fingers.

"You told me to hurry," he grinned, and she rolled her eyes. "What if I dropped you off somewhere?" He gave her a hopeful look, but she shook her head.

"I want to go with you," she declared firmly, and Neal punched the steering wheel in rage.

"You can't come with me! I won't let you, especially now that…" he paused in agitation, then his gaze landed on her, and he looked much more determined. "You're not coming. Period. Get out of the car."

He slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a stop in front of a 24-hour supermarket. He stared at her expectantly. Emma decided to switch tactics, pinning her gaze directly on his crotch.

"Emma, don't look at me like that."

"Then let's go, Neal!"

"No!"

At that moment, his phone started ringing again and David's name flashed on the display.

"Start the car!" she snarled angrily. "If David gets hurt because of us…" She didn't need to finish the sentence, Neal pulled back out onto the road again.

-/-

"You stay here in the car and wait for me. Don't get out unless there's a problem and-"

"Stop it, Neal. I'll be fine, I know how to shoot a gun and I've got good aim!"

"Neal, for God's sake, hurry up!"

Her brother, leaning over the railing of the roof garden, yelled down to them. Much of the three-story building was already in flames, and the glass walls of the first floor lay in tiny shards on the sidewalk, covering the several dozens of bodies that lay in front of the mall.

"Please, Emma, don't come after me. Promise me!"

Emma knew he wouldn't leave until she agreed. "All right, fine," she sighed.

"I'll be back as soon as I can."

Before she could say anything, he pulled his favorite Desert Eagle pistol out of one of his holsters and ran toward the building. She watched him go for a few seconds until he disappeared into the maze of shops.

She nestled uneasily in her seat, and her gun nearly slipped from her hands. Her palms were covered in sweat, and she was growing more nervous by the second. Her courage began to disappear into a bottomless pit.

After a few minutes, she heard a loud crash from her right. Trembling, she raised her gun and looked to the side. At first, she saw nothing, then she noticed a new body among the others. A young boy, probably ten or twelve, lay on the ground, his limbs twisted the wrong way, and a huge pool of blood already growing under his head.

Her stomach began to churn, and she was about to turn her head away from the gruesome sight when another body slammed to the asphalt, just a few feet from the car.

At that moment, she made up her mind. She shoved a spare magazine into her pocket and quickly jumped out of the vehicle. Without looking anywhere, she ran into the mall through one of the shattered windows of a store.

It was a simple, relatively insignificant clothing store, but dozens of women lay on the floor. All of them had had their throats slit open, they were dead, of course, and the floor was soaked with their blood. The cashier, clutching the register, still had a receipt in her hand.

Emma tried to breathe through her mouth and ignore the bodies. Over the years, she'd had the unfortunate opportunity to get used to them, but no matter how many times she encountered one, she could never be completely impervious to it.

She cut through the store and headed straight for the escalator. On her way, she avoided the fountain, its waters already glistening bright red.

When she finally arrived at her destination, she found that the escalator was out of service, so she took two steps at a time and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Both the first and second floors proved empty, but the higher she got, the more the heat from the fire rose to an almost unbearable degree. She tied her sweater around her waist and stopped unsteadily before the last step.

The sounds of the brawl filtered out clearly, not even the loud crackling of the fire could drown them out. For now, the flames hadn't reached dangerous proximity, and luckily, the building was mostly made of non-combustible materials.

Roars, gunshots, crashing. Thunderous explosions. Frozen, Emma lingered at the foot of the stairs leading to the last floor, staring upward hopefully.

Surely everything would be all right. Neal, David, and the others would soon emerge at the top, with smiles on their lips as if nothing had happened. And they would go home safely.

A few minutes passed while she was idle. She had a hard time convincing herself to go upstairs. Neal and David would certainly be furious, but she'd taken their anger any day rather than their deaths. And besides, they would definitely benefit from a little extra help. If it could be classified as such.

She was one of the Mages, but a rather lousy one when it came to her abilities. She was only a low-level Seer, nothing more.

Clutching her Glock with both hands, she came up the stairs. The screams grew sharper and louder. Plenty of people could be stuck upstairs, but the path leading down seemed clear.

What were they waiting for? Why didn't they just run away and escape? Emma found it really strange.

She slowed her pace, confused by the humans' behavior. It just didn't feel right.

The cool, night air blew into her face as soon as she reached the rooftop. Most of the overturned tables and umbrellas were on fire, chairs broken into pieces. Most of them, ironically, were used by Vampires as stakes. They used them as weapons to kill the humans.

After only a few seconds, she heard an angry roar. "Emma, watch out!"

Immediately she spun around looking for the source of the danger. David was the one yelling at her, probably not without reason. She didn't have to search long, she immediately noticed the fully transformed, nearly six-foot-tall Werewolf charging towards her.

She only had a few seconds to react. Someone was calling her name again, desperation clear in their tone. She couldn't deal with that now, she would help them later… if she survived until then because if she missed, she was dead.

She aimed at the beast as best she could, right between its eyes. Her gun was already filled with silver bullets that would stop it. Assuming she hit it at all…

She pulled the trigger and the bullet hit the wolf, inches from her target, right in one of its eyes. He howled in pain and finally came to a stop. She took the opportunity to shoot half the magazine into the wolf.

She gasped for air, her heart pounding in her throat, and slowly she began to realize that the end of her life was a hair's breadth away. She didn't lower the gun, but still clutched it convulsively. The smoke burned her eyes, tears filled them to the brim, and she could see almost nothing. The wind wasn't helping either, carrying the gray mist right into her face. She gasped as if she had just run several miles and her lungs were thoroughly filled with smoke.

She forced herself to open her eyes and look around. She started stumbling through rubble and bodies, but so far she hadn't seen any movement, only heard the sounds. The battle was definitely not over yet.

She walked blindly for a few yards, but her fingers didn't slip from the trigger for even a second. She had to find Neal and David.

At last, she emerged from the cloud of smoke, but she could only blink her eyes, the world looming around her was quite blurry. Instinctively, she crouched against the barricade, for the hail of bullets was almost as thick as the cloud of smoke. A few of them were barely a few inches from her, and she curled up as best she could.

She tried to assess the situation and find her brother and Neal and the other Hunters she knew. Robin and Leo were only a few feet away from her and they both seemed fine. David, on the other hand, was dealing with a Vampire that was dangerously close to the railing.

He was having a hard time with the creature, she could clearly see that. Without thinking, she instinctively crawled towards him, pressing herself against the barrier the whole time. Silver bullets weren't worth much against Vampires, but at least they slowed them down, and the wounds caused by silver left a mark on their perfect skin.

When she was close enough, she fired three shots at the Vampire. She missed the first, the second lodged in his thigh, and the third slammed into his side. He let out a roar and staggered furiously on the bloodied, slippery floor. He lost his balance, toppled over, and finally, David managed to drive a stake through his already-dead heart.

David didn't even look up, he didn't seem to care where the life-saving shot came from, he immediately moved on to his next task.

There were quite a few Hunters here who she didn't recognize. Slowly but surely, they managed to push the Werewolves and Vampires back towards the flames.

Emma quickly wiped her sweaty brow and looked through the ranks of Hunters once more. Neal wasn't among them.

Her heart squeezed in her chest and she turned her head in alarm, but other than the cowering, screaming humans and corpses, she saw nothing.

She stood there confused and turned her head back around the place. There were no other Hunters she hadn't counted yet, every one of them was heading for the beasts.

A few raindrops fell on her face, the wind picked up, and an inhumanly loud rumble of thunder slit through her ears. Followed by a white light zigzagging through the black sky, blinding her for a moment.

"Neal!" her voice echoed like a hysterical scream, but no answer came.

When she opened her eyes again, a tall shadow unfurled from the cloud of smoke that covered the other end of the rooftop garden.

Immediately, she began to run, racing past the glass dome on the third floor. In the depths of the building, the flames grew larger and larger…

"Emma, stop! Don't!" Neal's voice came from the opposite direction, and she paused, turning away from the smoke and the shadow's owner in confusion.

To her surprise, Neal was standing barely ten feet away from her, shirtless. He never had a habit of showing off his body, no matter how nice it was. He had fine abs (not as defined as David's or Robin's), but now he was covered in blood and soot. Water dripped from him and thankfully, she didn't see any wounds.

"Behind you!" he called out to her.

His voice trembled with fear and he raised his pistol to fire, and for a moment it seemed he was aiming for her head. She turned, but it was too late. The elbow of the fast-approaching Vampire landed on her face.

For a few seconds, everything around her went dark, she felt like her face was going to split in two. She staggered, and suddenly the bloody ground came dangerously close to her face, and soon her head hit the ground with a thud.

She squinted her eyes for a few seconds, and when she opened them again, thankfully the world wasn't spinning in a crazy dance. But she couldn't hear anything. She knelt down and swallowed hard. It was as if a plug had been pulled out of her ears, the sounds returning in one fell swoop. She glanced back at Neal again.

He'd managed to wound the Vampire, but the beast didn't seem to be giving up. He swung his knee into Neal's stomach, wrenching the weapon from his hand, punching him in the face with it. Neal stumbled, but luckily, his legs didn't give out. The bloodsucker grabbed him by the arm, dropped the gun, and whipped out a roughly ten-inch-long blade. He aimed it directly at Neal's heart, but her boyfriend dodged the stab. However, the Vampire held him tight, so he couldn't completely avoid it, the blade digging into his shoulder.

At Neal's scream, her blood froze in her veins, and her hands holding the Glock trembled. Immediately, she took aim at the Vampire. She fired until the magazine was empty. Several bullets drilled into the beast's head and body, and quite a few missed him, too. But she got what she wanted, and the Vampire slumped to the ground. She didn't think he was dead, but she definitely put him out of commission for a while.

Quickly, she rose to her feet and ran to Neal, who was leaning against the barrier, trying to tear the dagger from his flesh. He was panting heavily, blood dripping in thick streams from his shoulder.

She dug out the spare magazine when she reached him and tried to slip it into the pistol, but her hands were still shaking too much.

Then, suddenly, Neal's gun went off. She looked over her shoulder in horror. Five fully transformed Werewolves were galloping toward them. Desperately, she tried to snap the magazine into place, but it was jolting too much in her hands.

She knew she would die if Neal didn't take them out in time, and with his injured shoulder, his aim would hardly be accurate. She tried to force herself to calm down, but the panic coiled in her stomach like an insidious snake. She was finished… They were finished.

Two more shots rang out, and one of the wolves rebounded with a harsh, deep howl. The Glock made a click, and the magazine was finally inserted. She turned to face the monsters. She tried to aim with a clear head, but it was much harder than ever. It wasn't just her life on the line. Hers, Neal's, … and the little one's.

Neal took out the second one with a single shot, and Emma aimed full fire at the one running in front, backing away in the process.

She hit him square in the shoulder, but it was like hitting him with a rock, even though her magazine was filled with silver bullets. Panic rose in her throat and began to thrust backward at double speed. Neal took out the ones closest to them, and she took aim at the ones left behind. If she could just shoot one of their eyes, maybe that one would stop.

She started firing again, trying to focus. But it was too late. They were barely three feet away from her, ready to pounce.

Her body completely locked down, she could only trust in her blind luck and Neal. That was it. Of the two, she had more faith in Neal.

The first wolf leapt up from the ground and nearly swept her away, but Neal's bullets dug into his front legs. He fell forward into the rubble with his muzzle foaming, his legs useless.

She immediately aimed at the next one. This time, she couldn't miss. But the beast was already in the air. It leapt over her head, straight into Neal. She didn't understand why Neal was holding back his power. He could fight off the wolf with his sheer magic, he was powerful enough to simply do so.

Meanwhile, the wounded wolf got up again, but this time his target was Emma. He probably thought the other one would take care of Neal. As she had previously planned, she aimed for the wolf's eyes, but she couldn't hit them. Then the beast was too close to her.

His teeth chattered inches from her throat, and his claws bit into her shoulder. He shoved her away, and she crashed into the barrier. Her side went numb from the force of the blow in moments, but she didn't even have time to comprehend her predicament, the wolf was already towering over her.

She was a hairsbreadth away from having his claws in her stomach as she put the gun to his throat and fired as many bullets into him as she could. The wolf howled, rolling back its eyes, but it raised its huge paw again, and this time it found its target.

Her breath caught in her throat from the blow, and a pained groan escaped her lips. His claws slowly sunk into her stomach, pinning her to the ground, and the wolf weakly opened its jaw, angling for her throat.

Help came from her right, three shots rang out, all hitting the wolf's side. He whimpered one last time and turned away from her…

"Emma, for fuck's sake!" David slid to the ground next to her and knelt down, trembling.

She wanted to ask where Neal was, but her mouth disobeyed. Her brain dulled, she began to go numb. Summoning her remaining reserves of strength, she put her arm around David's neck and forced herself into a sitting position. She screamed against the stabbing pain in her stomach and hunched forward.

"Emma, are you okay?"

It was the dumbest question Neal had ever asked her. But if he was able to ask and, judging by the approaching footsteps, he couldn't be in much trouble…

Her face was streaked with tears, and she tried not to faint. But David suddenly jumped up beside her and ran off.

"David…" she mumbled unintelligibly, then looked up at Neal.

He didn't seem to have suffered another wound. However, he looked immensely exhausted. He was pale and frightened, but thankfully he was walking towards her on his own two feet.

But he, too, stopped and turned his head to the side in surprise. What had they heard that she couldn't?

Finding it hard to keep her eyes open, she blinked shallowly at Neal. He started to retreat to the barrier, his rifle lying on the ground behind him. She forced herself to look back and a sharp cry burst from her exhausted lungs. One of the five Werewolves rushed at him.

The wolf's eyes were bloodshot and every inch of her trembled by his roar, his claws scraping the surface of the ground.

With all its might, it slashed at a helpless Neal. It all happened in a millisecond. The wolf's claws dug into Neal's shoulder, and the momentum pushed them over the barrier. They shattered the glass dome, tangled into each other, and fell into the blazing depths of the building.

[v-hope]

Someone speaks badly about you on a show

—and they defend you, ofc.

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: I guess fluff for default, angst

Request by @ally22042000: "Hey, I saw that request for reactions are open. Can I have one with the boys ( just Yoongi and JK if all of them are to much), where they are at an award show or interview or something like that and someone talks disrespectfull about the reader? Thx so much💜 and have a nice day."

A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind, I enjoyed writing these 💕 Also, you're an idol in a couple of them and in the rest you're not. I hope you like it!

Kim Seokjin

Your boyfriend absolutely lived for whenever he got asked to be an MC at award shows.

So, naturally, he was very hyped up once he was handed his lines and had to go up on stage with two other idols – one of them being his good friend of many years, and the other one being a new artist who had debuted last year.

It was simple. Read the cards. Just read the goddamn paper notes you had been given and that was it. But, apparently, the idol by his side was way too new to this whole thing, for instead of reading what he had been handed to, he fixed his eyes on Jin to his side.

"Thank God I got to be with the fun one of your relationship".

Seokjin's eyes went to lock with his out of instinct, having not really processed what had just happened yet.

"The fun one?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah" the idol nodded his head. "Y/N would've made this so boring".

Jin glanced for a brief second to his friend, as if to verify he had heard just the same and his mind wasn't making it up – his awkward expression itself doing that for him.

Nonetheless, as much as he wanted to snap at him, he decided to be the better one, maybe just because he knew he was still live and didn't want to make a scene right in front of everyone.

That didn't stop him from putting him in his place though.

"Then you clearly haven't had the pleasure to meet her and witness her high class humour" Jin spoke into the camera, later placing his eyes on his friend. "Don't you think, hyung-nim?"

"I have never laughed harder than with her, Seokjin-ssi" he replied immediately.

And then out of nowhere, Jin dug his hand in his pocket, throwing multiple heart shaped red papers that had everyone screaming in a second. "Love you, baby. Don't let anyone tell you you're not funny".

What's the saying? Kill 'em with kindness? Well, Seokjin had just slayed that poor guy's soul.

Min Yoongi

"Hey, it's BTS!" the MC greeted cheerfully once the seven guys came on the shot.

One by one, they went up to her to give her a quick hug before they took their place standing next to her.

Up until then, everything was fine, and maybe things would've remained that way if she had just said nothing after Yoongi hugged her. Instead, she laughed, catching him off guard.

"At least you are polite" she shook her head in amusement.

Yoongi pouted naturally because of his confusion. "Who of us hasn't been polite?"

"Oh, no. Not you" she shook her head one more time, only to clarify: "Your girlfriend".

"Y/N-ssi?" Hobi was the one to ask on his hyung's behalf, being just as puzzled as everyone else by that statement.

At the nod of confirmation coming from the MC, Yoongi brought the microphone up to his lips. "But you've never even met her, where'd you get that from?"

"The video of her not even looking at the paps taking pictures... when you were at the airport the other day".

Yoongi's hold on the mic tightened, suddenly becoming protective of you. "So just because she's a private person she's impolite?"

"She didn't even acknowledge your fans. Come on, that was just very–"

"She's not an idol" he cut her off. "She doesn't have to put up with all of this, especially when she's not comfortable with all the attention".

"She should've known this would happen when she decided to date you".

"Guys…" Namjoon tried to stop both of them from arguing any further, for they had apparently forgotten they were still live.

But Yoongi was already done, slightly shaking his head before he put an end to it for once and for all: "She's given up enough for me already, I'm not asking her to be all bubbly around paps or our fans when she clearly isn't comfortable with it. If that's impolite to you then go off, I guess, but I'm the one dating her and I know better".

On to the next topic now.

Jung Hoseok

"Hoseok!" the girl interviewing them read effusively on her phone.

They had been interviewed person by person that day, since a few influencers had gotten the chance to record short clips with BTS to upload to their social media. This one, so far, had been one of their favourites, for its dynamics consisted in nothing but the young woman going through her Twitter reading fan questions or just letting them know about cute comments they had made.

However, that was soon to change when she caught Hobi's attention, continuing: "I loved you in the concert last week, I got to meet Y/N and she was the cu– oh, irrelevant much?" she mumbled with a small, breathy laugh, before dismissing the topic and scrolling down in search of another tweet.

Hoseok's eyebrows knitted together. "Wha–"

"Oh, here's a good one" she smiled as if nothing had happened, as if she had not heard him; having the seven men exchange uncomfortable glances. "Jimin, you and your girlfriend are such couple goals, I can't w–"

"Um…" Hoseok cut her off, stealing a quick glance to Jimin, who looked just as out of it, before his eyes fell back on the girl's. "How come Jimin's girlfriend is worth talking of and mine isn't?"

"She's an idol" she answered as if it was evident.

His jaw tightened. "So people are only worthy when they're famous now?"

"Well, no..." she uselessly tried to fix it.

"Then I believe you should respect her enough not to call her irrelevant or skip comments at the mention of her".

"But there's nothing interesting about Y/N anyway, so…"

That was all Hobi needed to turn his head to look at his members before he shook his head in defeat. "We're done here, guys. I'm not listening to any more of this nonsense".

Neither were they, which is why they were all soon to follow your boyfriend out of there.

Kim Namjoon

"So, Namjoon-ah" the entertainer's eyes focused on him, "I watched a few pictures of you at your girlfriend's graduation the other day" he smiled. "You guys looked so cute!"

A big smile spread over Joon's lips, recalling the pride he had felt that day because of you, being the happiest to have been able to be there for you.

"Aw, thank you" he said truthfully, his dimples making their appearance. "I'm really proud of her".

"You are?" the man asked.

Now, there were two ways to say those words. One with a genuinely intrigued tone, and one that was looking to offend. In this case, given not only his tone but also the way his eyebrows had raised in impression, it had been clear to everyone present that his intention had been the latter.

"I am" he stated simply, hoping that would be as much as the host would say about the topic before he moved on to the next one.

It was not.

"Don't you ever wish you were with someone more successful though?"

Namjoon's jaw tightened visibly, his eyes turning colder. "What does that even mean?"

"I'm just saying, you're Kim Namjoon" the man shifted on his seat. "Worldwide known idol, producer, rapper… whereas she's just… ordinary".

The way he had said that last word made it seem like being like that was the worst of things, and Namjoon did not like it one bit.

"Her achievements are just as important as mine" he was fast to talk in your defence. "Just because she isn't a part of the idol industry doesn't mean her dreams and passions are any less worthy of recognition than mine".

That alone had the interviewer apologising in a second, realising then how bad he had messed up. Because, in all honesty, Namjoon couldn't really care any less about you being famous or not – he would always be proud of you and your achievements no matter what.

Park Jimin

"Ah, Park Jimin!" the host exclaimed after a picture of you had popped up on the screen in between them. "You really got lucky with this one, didn't you?"

That sure did bring a bright smile to his lips, for he absolutely lived for these moments, when people acknowledged how beautiful you were.

Nonetheless, that smile of his was soon erased when the same guy added: "You should control her more, though".

With that and a frown adorning your boyfriend's face, the picture previously displaying on the screen was gone and replaced with one of you in a night dress from two days ago instead.

"Control her more?" Jimin asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah" he nodded his head. "She has a boyfriend now, she can't go around looking that hot, it might get the wrong attention".

Now, Jimin himself hadn't really liked it when you went out dressed like that, but he was your boyfriend, so he did have some kind of right to feel a little jealous of other guys thirsting over his girlfriend when she was out alone with her friends, didn't he?

This guy, however? Neither what he said was appropriate on so many levels, nor did he have the right to talk about you and your outfit like that.

"I think you should think before you speak and induce people to have unhealthy relationships" your boyfriend spoke in a low, calm voice.

Controlling you? What kind of bullshit was that?

"Come on now, I was joking" the man brushed it off with a laugh, and a very nervous one at that.

"Were you really?" Jimin raised one of his eyebrows, not believing a word. "Even if you were" he went on before the guy could open his mouth to reply, "you should maybe reflect on yourself and, instead of telling me how to treat my girlfriend because of how provocative she looks, think of why you, a guy who's over his forties, thinks that way of someone who could easily be his daughter".

He had not been rude. He had not raised his voice. Yet he did somehow manage to look so fucking scary to the man in front.

Kim Taehyung

"Y/N?" the interviewer asked in disbelief, only to scoff after receiving a nod of confirmation from Tae. "Of course she'd end up with one of you guys".

Not only did Taehyung's eyebrows furrow in that moment, but so did everyone else's – his members exchanging dumbfounded looks as your boyfriend looked to the guy in front dead in the eye.

"One of us?"

"Mhm" the guy replied simply. "She always seems to be with whoever is the most famous at the moment, so..." he shrugged.

"She's only been with other two people?" Taehyung raised one of his eyebrows.

"Who just so happened to be the moment's sensation" he reminded him. "And now she's with you".

"You can't help who you fall for" your boyfriend's stare became colder by the second.

"She's just going to break things off with you as soon as your moment of fame passes".

That was it.

"Okay, no" his voice came out like pure venom. "If she broke up with them, it's merely because they were both complete assholes to her".

"Taehyung…" Namjoon discreetly squeezed his wrist from his side.

"No, hyung" he shook his head before fixing his enraged eyes back on the interviewer. "She's the sweetest person there is, it's not her fault us guys fall for her. And it's not her fault either to have dated guys who don't deserve her. She did well to dump them, and I know she won't leave me just because of my fame's status".

And then, as everyone in the room remained silent, being absolutely perplexed by such situation, he shook his head in disappointment once again at the sight of the guy's desperate attempt to come up with something else to say.

"You know" he beat him to it, "for such an overrated interviewer, you are so goddamn misinformed".

Good thing this would get bleeped out by the editors later, that if they ever wanted this to air at all.

Jeon Jeongguk

"It's been a while since we last were together, hasn't it?" the host spoke after they had all sat down on the sofa placed in front of her. "A lot has happened since then…" a cheeky grin curved up her lips when her eyes fell on Jeongguk, "like the maknae finally getting himself a girlfriend?"

A shy bunny smile didn't wait to part Guk's lips, meanwhile his six hyungs started being chaotic like they, by this point, always were.

"He did" Namjoon was the one to answer for him, fondly patting his shoulder.

"Well, congratulations! It was about time you got someone" the woman said with a smile. "Though I must admit I never thought I'd see you with someone like her".

Your boyfriend's previous smile was replaced by slightly parted lips. "Someone like her?"

"I mean" the woman tried to get her point across, "you've said multiple times that IU is your ideal type, and Y/N's just…" she scrunched her nose in a displeased manner, "she's not exactly…"

Oh, no. There was no way in hell Jeongguk was letting her finish that sentence; the idea itself making him mad. That was the reason his shy side was long gone, being replaced by his protective one instead, which had quickly taken over him.

"She's stunning" Guk spoke in a low, determined voice. "IU is just a celebrity crush. Y/N's the woman I am in love with" he established without hesitation. "I really don't understand why you're bringing this up".

Although taken aback by Jeongguk's sudden way with his words, not having expected such outburst coming from the quietest member when it came to interviews, the woman went on:

"I'm just sayin–"

"No" Guk cut her off, shaking his head hastily, "you have nothing to say about my preferences, you don't get a say on us".

End of conversation.

[paipayaseeds]

Kaito may have been a documented idiot, with a good heart might I add, though he'd have good intentions in mind whenever a fruitless and rash act was made by the man who lacked a few parts of his cranium,

It shouldn't have come to a fucking shock to anyone that this fucker didn't read a LICK of the student hand book. Probably hadn't even bothered to skim through the darn thing just a bit. Now here they were, dumbfounded and annoyed at the man's decision.

Of course, Kaede didn't show her frustration.

"Well, then Anya is safe and.. Kaito just was taking.. Precautions-"

"Just say he was being dumb,kid." Ryoma interrupted, the man not having been afraid to state the obvious.

".. Okay he didn't do the smartest thing but! It's fine! I'm sure Kirumi and Tenko are handling this. How about we all just move to the dining hall for now?"

"I suppose that'd be the best decision until that love sick astronaut comes to his senses."The long haired boy agreed(?),a slightly bothered tone resonating between his words. This day had been both stressful, confusing.. And beautiful of course. A human denying death and battling the lingering effects wasn't something the Anthropologist got to witness daily, but today it came at the cost of his patience and energy.

Well, his patience just fine. Energy was of short abundance.

"I agree without our history fanatic! I and the spirits wish to rest after this long day! In fact, I'll meet you all there!Bye-onara!"

And as quick as her sentence was spoken, The silver haired artist left before Kaede could tell her no. She didn't NOT like Angie but.. She was rather insistent.

"Shouldn't we go get Koki-"

"Nope. There's enough headaches in this room already, don't need another!Whatever or wherever that grape flavored condom went to isn't my concern. "

"Hmph. Funny, coming from you, Miu."Ryoma decided to retort, the inventor glaring at him before flipping him off and follow behind Angie.

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The arguing between the two wasn't really good for Anya's senses.. Like,

At all.

While Tenko had been right about Anya not belonging to anyone, the way Tenko and Kaito had been arguing kinda went against quoted statement. They'd been fighting like 2 siblings battle royaling for a teddy bear. It was humiliating and most importantly,

Annoying and headache inducing.

Anya was a coward yes but, if the ringing in their head didn't stop soon, they'd been sure about to retract back to becoming a corpse again, missed or not. When she'd been 'asleep' there was no yelling.. Sleep.

She really wanted to sleep but.. She needed to be tended too.. But,

'I'll..ill just take a nap. Yeah.

Just a... Little..

Tiny..

Nap. '

Breathing softly, Anya went noticeably limp in the astronaut's arm, her snores soft and blocked out from the Akido master's and Astronauts childish war.

"Hmmmnnn... Bunny.. Taro."

Shuichi watched in slight admiration as Kaede seemed to hold a lot of patience, even for idiots like Kaito. Shuichi wasn't one to judge others, either for their intelligence or otherwise but; it was clear Kaito hadn't been the sharpest tool in the shed.

Something uneased the already uneasy detective the moment everyone seemed to dismiss the purple-haired boy. Kokichi often tormented everyone with his honest lies and false truths, causing everyone to distrust the short boy. A part of Shuichi considered the possibility of Kokichi being the culprit, but... Was it really something he'd do? The identity of the culprit remained a secret, and that simply just didn't sit right with him.

Shuichi had yet to discuss what this meant for the killing game; Anya... surviving. Even that still contained millions of questions with no answers to; thanks to Kaito kidnapping the small girl. He hoped, despite not enjoying Monokuma's company, that the stuffed bear would at least clear up some things.

Maybe he should've just enjoyed the peace at that moment, but something in his gut wouldn't let him, and he despised it.

"Kaede." Shuichi tried catching her attention before they made their way to the dining hall too. "Don't you think it's weird that... Anya survived? I mean, the Monokuma file said she was... But I guess it's not all that reliable, huh."

He continued, "But she lost a lot of blood, and the ice, not only that but w-" Shuichi bit his tongue, realizing he may sound strange for not celebrating Anya's revival like the others. "I don't know... I may be reading too much into this." He nervously laughed, keeping all of his noisy thoughts internal.

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“She’s dead!” Tenko paled as she suddenly caught the green-haired girl going limp in Kaito’s arms. “Oh my god! You killed her! Again!” Tenko nearly tripped over her feet as she began screaming. 

“Relax! She’s not dead, she’s just-” Kaito looked down. “Ohmygodshe’sdead!” A blood-curdling scream escaped his throat.

“You idiot! How could you!?” Tenko shouted in terror, pointing an accusing finger at Kaito.

Neither of them had thought to check her breathing; perhaps idiocy was a contagious disease.

She couldn't help but let her eyes analyze his stance, wondering what attack should be used to safely switch who had been carrying Anya; because it was quite obvious Kaito wasn't a very good suitor.

Not like Tenko was any better.

Kaito swallowed and pushed down his incoming panic attack, legs suddenly going faster in urgency, startling Tenko as he finally made his way to the dormitories. Tenko watched in panic as Kaito looked to be ready to slam through the fucking door,

so before he could get millions of glass shards all over Anya, Tenko hurriedly opened and held the door for him. Despite alarms going off in her head for serving a male — even something as simple as opening the door for him —, multiple other alarms rang out in her head too, and successfully drowned the first one out.

Tenko slapped Kaito on the arm as he raised his foot in front of Anya's dorm.

"Damn it Kaito, don't break a woman's dorm door down! That's private! Give her to me!" Tenko refused to allow this man in Anya's room, somehow dismissing the fact that Rantaro slept in Anya's room as routine.

"Why!?" Kaito countered, a muddled and slightly disgruntled expression contorting onto his face.

Tenko opened her mouth, a smug look on her face as she began listing things in her head, counting fingers.

"Okay- no, just- Fine!" Kaito begrudgingly handed her over.

"She can stay in my room!" Tenko said a little too chipper.

"Tenko, you little- Give her back!" It was ridiculous. One second they were screaming in terror about how Anya was fucking dead, and now they were tossing her back and forth like a bag of potatoes.

How respectful :)

[smileyoongle]

Masterpiece (A Park Jimin Yandere AU)

Summary: You thought it was just a painting until you bought it. You thought the man in the frame was beautiful until you saw him. You thought it was a masterpiece until you were ruined.

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin×Reader, Taehyung×Reader

Warnings: Contains mentions of smut, deaths, blood, obsessive behaviour and mental health issues. Please read at your own risk.

The first time you had begun painting was when you had attended an exhibition with Taehyung in high school. You both had decided to ditch classes for the day, happily skipping around until Taehyung stated that there was this new artist who was holding an exhibition in town. Taehyung had always been artistic, you could tell he was just born with it. Whereas you, you were not good at anything at all. Except for whining and complaining about how stupid life was.

Since there was nothing better to do, you dragged yourself behind Taehyung, exploring art that you didn't understand but somehow found yourself immersed in. That was the day when your heart had made a firm decision. Initially, your paintings used to be about anything and everything but ever since your kidnapping incident, they had become darker. Being detached from reality due to how pathetically your father had blamed you for your misfortune, you latched onto your paintings like your life depended on them. It was a relationship much deeper than any you'd ever have. Your art was your escape, no one could ever change that.

Or at least that's what you hoped.

"I'm really drunk, aren't I?" You asked in a hushed tone, placing your hand on your forehead. It was more of a statement, really. A statement to remind you that you were just hallucinating and to tell Jimin that you didn't think he was real at all. Because, why would he be? 

He was just a man from a painting.

Jimin sighed, securing the bandage around your foot as firmly as he could. It was a miracle that you were even able to make skin contact with him. Wasn't he supposed to be hollow or something? Like, Casper, maybe? You frowned, watching warily as jimin stood up, leaning down to be at the same eye level as you.

"Believe what you want. Just know that I'll be here for a long long time." 

His words held a deeper meaning than you contemplated, your head throbbing to remind you that you still had that killer headache from before. The dampness of your clothes and the intensity of Jimin's gaze made goosebumps rise on your skin. There was no way you were going to miss the dark glint in his eyes, no matter how gentle his fingers had been while cleaning up your cuts. You could feel his breath on your face, his eyes flickering down to your lips before he brought his thumb to trace them. Your breath was caught in your throat, your body freezing in place as you tried to make distance between him and you, only to fail horrendously. It was as if he had put a spell on you, doing whatever he wanted to without being bothered by you. 

"I wonder what keeps bringing him back here. Could it be the way you taste?" 

Jimin inched closer, your nose brushing against his as he continued to trace your bottom lip. You were confused until Taehyung's voice reached your ears.

"Y/N!" 

Your head immediately jolted to the side, a breath of relief escaping your mouth as Taehyung appeared from the hallway. He was panting, his eyes red and puffy along with a scared look on his face. On seeing you, he closed his eyes and rubbed his face with his palm, finally looking much more relieved than a second ago.

"Fuck, you had me scared there with the blood and all." He shook his head, taking quick steps towards you and engulfing you in his arms. A wave of warmth passed over, your head burying itself in Taehyung's neck as he held you tightly against his chest. You had completely forgotten that your entryway was, indeed, decorated with footprints traced in your blood. 

"What the fuck happened?" Taehyung questioned, pulling away and examining you from head to toe until his eyes landed on your bandaged feet. He frowned deeply, kneeling down in front of you and lifting your foot up to see it for himself. Your attention was now all over the room, your eyes frantically looking around for Jimin who was sitting here seconds ago. 

Where did he go?

There was a mix of emotions battling in you. You were grateful that he disappeared, proving that he was definitely not real or anything. But you were a little worried. Worried because you didn't know if he'd come back or not. His words lingered in your mind, etching themselves into your mind as you thought about them over and over again. Alcohol was gonna be on hold for you, that much you could decide for yourself.

Taehyung snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to look at him as he stared at you with an expression you couldn't decipher. He simply raised an eyebrow, urging you to tell him what had happened. You gulped in response, stammering over your words as you covered up your situation. The last thing you needed was for Taehyung to think you were crazy.

"I just- the- the security system gave me a false alarm. I thought someone had broken in and ended up taking extreme measures." 

Taehyung bit his lip, glancing at the fallen knife along with your telephone, the one in which he had been screaming pointlessly only for you to not utter a word. A shiver passed down Taehyung's spine as he recollected the feeling of dread when he got your call. He had heard your heavy breathing followed by a clang. And he swore he had never been so worried about you. Sure, you had your fair share of 'calling-in-the-middle-of-the-night' episodes but they all were very vocal. You were always asking him for help but this time, there was nothing. It was different and that's why he was scared. 

"Are you okay now? You cleaned up yourself?" He enquired, gesturing to your feet that had obviously not been cleaned by you. You let out a shaky breath before nodding reluctantly, questioning yourself whether this was worth lying about. The white cloth around each of your foot was a sign that Jimin was very real. But you couldn't bring yourself to believe that. It was the most absurd thing ever, a story that would definitely land you in Namjoon's office every alternate day along with Nan breathing down-

Nan.

Your eyes widened as you pushed yourself into your feet, stumbling away from Taehyung and towards the door of your house. "Nan!" You bellowed, the anxiety from before settling in the pit of your stomach. But you could only get so far before Taehyung had his arms around you from behind, keeping you from running off outside the house. The open door mocked you as you stretched your hand out, desperately trying to get yourself out of Taehyung's grip to find Nan. She hadn't responded to your cries at all. And you had also seen the burning candle in her cottage. 

Something had happened to her and you knew.

"Taehyung, let me go! I need to find Nan!" You cried, feeling Taehyung's hold on you tighten as he hissed, clearly struggling to hold you in place. With one harsh tug, he turned you around, placing his hands on your arms and forcing you to look at him.

"Y/N, Nan is out of town. She had to leave for an emergency but you were asleep. She called me since she didn't want to wake you up." Taehyung rushed, relaxing when you stilled at his words. 

What?

Emergency?

You frowned, your breathing slowly falling back to its rhythmic pace as you stared at Taehyung with confusion laced eyes. Your muscles began giving up, your feet aching with the amount of pressure you were putting on your wounds. Your eyes slowly began closing, your head moving to rest on Taehyung's shoulder. Taehyung immediately wrapped his arms around you, one hand on your back and one hand behind your neck. 

"So tired…."

You mumbled, your consciousness giving away as you fell into a deep sleep. Or passed out, as Taehyung guessed. He hugged you for a minute, holding you close against him as he relished in your presence. He made a mental note to never fight with you again. It wasn't really a fight but it was enough to make you distance yourself from him. He couldn't live like that. 

Swiftly, Taehyung lifted you up in his arms, struggling to lock your door before heading upstairs to your room. He laid you down on the bed and proceeded to grab a towel from your closet along with a change of clothes. Taehyung was positive you'd wake up with a bad cold, seeing as he didn't know how long you'd been wearing those damp clothes. 

A sudden coldness fell over the room, goosebumps rising on Taehyung's skin as he stilled in his place. He could feel eyes on him, his breath getting caught in his throat and the fabric of your shirt slipping away from his fingers. 

It's nothing.

He told himself, smoothly turning on his heel to meet with an empty space. All he saw was you, asleep on the bed. He shook his head, tsking for being so paranoid. Sure, the night was eventful but that didn't mean he'd start seeing things himself. Because there was no way he had just seen movement in his peripheral, right? Taehyung's heart thudded in his chest, his lips parting in confusion and astonishment before turning around to get over with whatever he had to do. Picking out a cotton t-shirt from your closet, more specifically, his cotton t-shirt, Taehyung headed towards you. His eyes flickered to the painting on the wall, Park Jimin's eyes staring back at him mockingly. Unknowingly, Taehyung's lips turned upside down, his face showing distaste towards the man in the portrait. He felt threatened in so many ways but he knew this was wrong. How could he compare himself to a painting? 

Especially when paintings were everything to you? 

For all he knew, you didn't even care how heart broken Taehyung was feeling. But he pushed his disdain aside, for you. Because you were always gonna be a priority. Always.

With a heavy sigh, Taehyung sat beside you, taking your hand in his and caressing the back of it. 

"I'll wait, Y/N. I'll wait like I always do." He mumbled, kissing your fingers and moving to place his lips against your forehead. Oblivious to the man lurking in the shadows of the house, Taehyung tucked you into bed after cleaning you up. The sun was beginning to rise on the horizon, adding to Taehyung's decision of ditching work for the day. Lack of sleep wasn't something a businessman could deal with. And so, he got under the covers beside you, his arm tightly secured around your waist and his head buried in your neck.

That morning, you slept peacefully, forgetting all your problems for a little while. Maybe it was the way Taehyung was shielding you. Or maybe it was the fact that you didn't even know about the crimson liquid staining the floor of Nan's cottage. 

But who was to be blamed for it? 

Did Taehyung know about it? Did it have something to do with a certain someone who had taken residence in your home?

Were you crazy, afterall?

Maybe you'd find it all out someday.

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[rap-monster-plaza]

Neglected - Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Rating: Angst with a little fluff

A/N: I hope you like it!!!! @sinfulbangtann Thanknyou so much for your request! It really inspired me to get writing!

2 months.

It had been two whole months.

The first two weeks were okay. He had been away on a business trip and you understood that his work would always be first place when he was away. It had been more than two weeks; you felt it was necessary to say something. If it hadn’t been two months, you wouldn’t have had a problem with his absences.

The first text was sent that morning.

”Hey... It's been some time since I've seen you.”

You didn't feel it was nagging or you trying to get a raise from him. The argument that followed and you weren't expecting it. This one hit you harder than the others you had in the past.

A knock on the door.

Another knock at the door, harder than the one that preceded.

You opened the door to your boyfriend, looking disheveled, angered and ready to fight. He didn't say much, but you could read his face. His eyes spoke a million words his mouth would not.

”Two months?” The first thing he spoke. His voice wasn't one that was loud, even when it came to arguments. He could get loud, but most of the time his words were conveyed in such a way where the argument didn't need for him to raise his voice to get his point across.

Remind you, you and Yoongi hadn't been together for a few months. It had almost been four years. This wasn't the first time you two had been in an argument about being able to see one another. It wasn't also on his side where he was shutting you out. You've done it to him a couple of times in the past. Not to this extent though. This was a whole new level for the both of you.

”Yes, it has been two months.” Your response was slow, then there it was. Yoongi’s eyes were shut, the thin line his lips had turned to when he was getting frustrated with something. His silence sometimes was worse than the words he chose to speak during these times.

”It hasn't been two months.” He was determined to be right this time. ”You know my work is important. I'm not having this argument with you.”

”I wasn't trying to argue with you. I have not seen you in two months. Believe it or not.” You spoke softly in return.

His eyes shot open, the anger was now higher than before. ”It hasn't been two months. If so, you know my career was first when you agreed to be with me. You can't be mad at anyone. You knew this was going to happen. You knew it. So, don't get mad at me because I'm trying to think about not only my future but other artists futures.”

You took in a deep breath, this was your way to try and remain calm. ”No, I haven't seen you since July. It has been two months. I don't fare if you think different. I know what I signed up for. I haven't even gotten more than a few word texts here and there. One night, those artists won't suffer. You know you need a life outside of your job. Your studio wouldn't miss you for one night. I'm not asking for you to give up your career. I am asking for a little bit of your time. Here you are, ready to go to war with me? For what? For you not wanting to spend time with me. I didn't ask for you to break away from your studio and work. I had only made a simple statement. You know, so we could plan something. Not to argue, but if that's what you want. You better be more than prepared to argue.” You were pretty clear on the argument and quick to jump to your defenses.

He stared at you if had more than one head. ”It hasn't been that long. I don't know what you were expecting my reaction to be. Accusations. Fight. With one comes the other. So, I don't know what you were expecting. You say you didn't want an argument, but you have one now. I don't see where it's my fault. You know where I work. You know where I live. I've had days off and you could have come to see me on those days.”

”No. You wouldn't like for me to show up randomly to either of those places. So, don't even go there. If you had days off, that is news to me. The last time I saw you was on July 22nd.” Your voice had slightly risen causing his eyes to darken. This is how you knew he was visibly upset.

Yoongi reached into his pants pocket. ”This will be my proof. We take at least one pic together when we're together. I work hard and I take time for myself. I talk to you when I can. I'm not sure as to why you want to make me out to be a bad boyfriend. I'm not that guy.” He was speaking softly, but you could hear the agitation seeping through each word.

You stared at him, it was all you could do. You weren't going to let him mentally abuse you with his words. Not that he was trying to don't on purpose and you weren't trying to make an excuse for him.

-A couple of days later-

You were cleaning up the last part of the kitchen after a baking fiasco that went wrong. You weren't surprised about this. When Yoongi was all you can think about. About the other night when he left. He left without saying another word. He walked out and at that point, it was probably the best decision he made.

There was a light knock at the door and you figured it may have been Yoongi.

When you opened the door, expecting your boyfriend with a plain face bearing no emotion at all. Instead, your view was blocked by a bouquet of your favorite flower and a few balloons.

You didn't say a word, but let him into the apartment nonetheless. You wanted to scream, you wanted to shout, but you remained calm to hear what he had to say.

Yoongi sat on the couch, placing the bouquet on its side on the table in front of your couch along with the balloons. Clearing his throat, Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but no words were coming out.

”Sorry can't begin to explain how I feel.” He started slowly. ”I have been neglecting you, and I jumped the gun lashing out at you.”

You cut him off. ”you're not going to come here. Give me half-behind apology. You walked out during an argument. I don't want to argue anymore. I wasn't trying to start an argument. I wanted to be able to spend time with my boyfriend. Whom I haven't seen in two months because of our busy schedules. Wanting to us to be able to figure out a way we can spend at least some time with one another. You have to show me that you're willing to spend time and not argue. I know you're sorry because so am I.” You explained your side of things, the way you viewed them.

Nodding his head, he took ahold of your hand. Something he even did with his members when they were about to argue. His way of showing you that he was there for you with strength and reassurance.

”I'm here. I'll always be here. Let me prove it to you.” His words soft as he slipped his free hand to the side of your head. His thumb resting against your cheek as he pulled you into a soft, longing, tender kiss.

[parkujeon-blog]

언니 ♡

"female kpop idol imagines" :

! face claim: @/knhs2 on instagram ¡

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° name: lee hui °

° company: big hit ent. °

° age: 20 °

° nationality: korean °

° height: 166cm °

° weight: 48kg °

° race: chinese °

° date of birth: 17 july 1999 °

° birth place: shanghai, china °

° parents: single father, mother deceased °

° siblings: one younger sister °

° stage name: hui °

° languages: chinese, korean °

° skills: singing, dancing °

+additional info+

- hui is the only female solo artist in big hit entertainment currently. she was accepted into big hit as her father used to be childhood bestfriends with the CEO of the company, bang sihyuk. mr bang sihyuk made an exception for hui and allowed her to be a trainee in his company, afterwards she debuted on the 12th of december 2018 as a solo artist.

- hui has admitted before in an interview that she really looks up to park jimin of bts. "he used to always treat me to meals when i was still a trainee and always encourages me to pursue my dreams as a singer." hui had stated. "i really hope we will be able to find time and catch up again soon." was her response after being asked if she and the popular male singer were still as close as they were before.

- hui is a very sensitive person and gets emotional easily. she cries often when she experiences negative emotions but she recovers quickly and returns to being her usual smiling self once again.

- hui can speak fluent chinese and learnt korean after moving to seoul, she is currently learning how to speak english. she has mentioned before that she wants to connect more with her fans and is thus trying her very best to learn the language.

- besides jimin, hui also adores kim namjoon of bts. fans often spot them hanging out together in cafés and restaurants and acting sweetly with each other. "she is like my little sister." the charming rapper said in an interview about hui, stating that their relationship was purely like siblings. "he is like the older brother i never had." was how hui had described namjoon in a magazine interview.

- hui enjoys photography and has a massive following on social media. she has 5.6 million followers on instagram (@/hhuii99) where she posts beautiful pictures of herself and the things around her for her loyal fans.

- hui enjoys reading and writing in her free time. she has said before that if she hadn't debuted as an idol, she would be an author.

- hui finds herself quite short for her age. at a height of 166cm, she is already taller than most female idols but she is still insecure of her short legs. hui often wears long pants and heels to elevate her body and make herself appear longer to others.

- hui used to learn contemporary dancing when she was younger but stopped due to financial difficulties. she continued again after becoming a trainee and with the help from jimin, she improved tremendously.

- hui enjoys spicy food but has a low tolerance for spice, as ironic as it sounds. the singer has stated before that she finds spiciness very "refreshing" and enjoys food such as spicy ramyeon and spicy tteokbokki (rice cakes).

- hui has a powerful passion for singing and is extremely good at it. her voice is similar to that of park jimin, soft, delicate and angelic. she had once confessed before that the person she would want to collaborate with the most in bangtan would be kim taehyung, or better known as v.

- hui's greatest motto in life is: "don't let your mind kill your heart and soul", her mother used to always repeat that statement and after her passing on the 17th of june 2008, that sentence held a deeper meaning ever since.

~~~

we hope that everyone continues supporting this idol and help her reach her goals.

[smithinhd]

Spring 2021 Course Schedule

Pictured above is my finalized class schedule but I had made a few changes in order to best suit lots of things that happened! I dropped a couple classes, and added a few others. Let's go through the process of how it all happened!

I started with the schedule pictured above. Before even attending the first Acting I class, I learned that one of my favourite theatre professors, Ellen Kaplan, would be retiring soon and I wanted to take her Directing I class which ran at the same time as Acting I. I was able to drop Acting I and pick up Directing I all online with no issues because it was during the initial two week add/drop period.

After that period ended, however, I found myself not really feeling fully engaged with the Indigenous People in the Global Order class. I had originally registered for the course when I was still on a pre-law centered track for cultural property law. Since my passions have since changed (more on this later!), and since I wasn't feeling in sync with the class, I knew I had to drop it. This process was slightly less simple than clicking a few buttons. I talked it over with my advisor and confirmed with the Dean that I hadn't missed the free-drop deadline (if I had, it would be a much more difficult process so I was glad I hadn't missed it!). Then I filled out a form, signed by both my advisor and the Dean, and once it got approved, the class was officially dropped! I am really happy that I decided to remove that course from my schedule because I ended up needing the room for a couple more 2-credit classes I added.

The first was a Theatre Special Studies for Set Design with my theatre advisor, Ed Check. Originally, I would be scouting out locations for a filmed production of Talking With... but after some discussion with the Theatre department, they decided to pass on that play. So, I shifted my Special Studies to the "Studio Productions" which are smaller-scale productions directed by Directing II students. I got to design the set for Blackademics, directed by Cate Boram 'AC. I'll go into that process later on!

The other 2 credit course I added was banjo lessons! I saw a poster advertising them in the Campus Center and on a whim, I decided to sign up! I'll definitely go into detail later on the whole semester but I am so glad I decided to try out a new instrument this semester! Since instrument lessons are for a full year, I'll return to banjo lessons in the fall semester as well.

Now that that is all cleared up, it's time to talk about my finalized schedule! All of my classes were remote this semester.

Directing I: I had so much fun with this course! I learned so much about how to direct and run a rehearsal, but also so much about the arts. We had guest speakers like Jerry Zaks too! The class was a great way to learn about the artistic process. I really enjoyed being the director but also being directed by my talented peers. Our final project was to each direct a 10 minute scene of our choosing. I chose the opening scene from Sky Gilbert's Drag Queens on Trial and had an absolute blast creating theatre with my friends, filled with costumes, eccentric makeup, and lots of laughs!

Translating New Worlds: This is an art history class taught by my advisor, Dana Leibsohn. It definitely challenged me! Each of the assignments were not in a typical academic-based tone, but rather focused on grant writing and article writing. These different types of assignments pushed me out of my comfort zone and really helped grow my writing. The readings and subject matter were so compelling and I learned so so much from the class discussions. I am really grateful I pushed myself in this class because it really paid off!

UMass Museums Seminar: My first 5 College Consortium Class and I didn't even have to travel there haha! This course is normally a graduate-level seminar but they opened it up to undegrads and I am so happy they did! I had to email the professor and fill out an extra form to sign up for the course, since it was not a Smith College course, but it was not hard at all. The course itself revolved around a new museums-based topic each week from mission statements to collections to technology. We chose a local museum to "case study" (I chose the Smith College Museum of Art of course) and applied each of our weekly readings to our case study which we would present to the class. As a museums concentrator, the topics were all super interesting and I loved being able to apply them to a museum I was familiar with. I also got to talk with many members of the SCMA staff while researching my case study. It was super fascinating to learn about the inner-workings of the college's museum! The culmination of this class was a research paper on a more-specific topic of our choosing for our case study. I chose to compare and contrast Student Educator Programs at the SCMA and local museums which were usually inspired in some manner by the SCMA's pioneering program. It was a very rewarding class and I gained so much information and insight.

So that was my semester in terms of courses! I'll be sure to pitch in some more details on a few of the projects along the way. Overall, this semester was one of the most challenging yet as I juggled returning to campus and keeping up with virtual classes. This sentiment is shared with my peers when I asked if they were just as occupied this semester. We speculated that, after a full academic year of virtual classes, our tiredness might just be from too much Zoom!! While I enjoyed my courses this semester, I am looking forward to hopefully being in-person in the fall!