#god I hope this gets attention im so proud of the colours and details

[bangtanger]

CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

was thinking for 84 hours where should i post it but as its my creator blog i m doing it here <3 i was tagged by @taemaknae @suhdays @ynki @honsool @jjeongukie @taeyungie @dearbangtansonyeondan @lifegoesmon @everythingoes @flipthatjacketjiminie @yoongi-bts @jiminslight @hopekidoki @cowboyjinbop @yoonqiful @jcngkooks @pjmsdior @hobeah @balenciaguks​ @jinvant @hobibestboy @vjimin @yoongikook AND THANK U SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME T_T ik maybe its not a big deal but its a big deal to me and im touched :(((((((((((( also gimme some time to check all ur posts 👉👈 also im in a mood to say that ive collected many pokemons here djfksfhsakjddld ok nvm 

also sorry for a long post ik tmblr fvcks things up sometimes when there is keep reading so dont fight me plz <3

❀ first creation and most recent creation of 2020 

ok this is the fist one (still very pleased with colouring here T_T the stage lighting was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, well yeah as always lmao) and this is the most recent (TBH DKJSKDSDK I WISH MY MOST RECENT POST COULD BE A DIFFERENT ONE THE ONE I WANNA MAKE FOR A MONTH NOW THE ONE ID PUT A LOT MORE EFFORTS IN SO IM A LIL FRUSTRATED i literally just missed giffing but couldnt watch anything new so took an old vid i wanted to gif once I DIDNT EVEN USE MYCOLOURING PSD IT LITERALLY HAS ONLY COUPLE OF LAYERS uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( but whatever,,, it just kinda doesnt show the difference -_-)

❀ a creation u r really proud of 

well 👁👄👁 there r quite few,,, and the main reason is colouring most of these r comps and i a b s o l u t e l y sucked at comps and esp at making the colouring consistent there lol so lets begin lol  1 (u have no idea how muchi love this set) 2 (i fucking mastered it i wanted to remake it for two years and i finally did!! 60 fps smooth good moments iconic performance iconic hair colour his attitude bruh and ofc the fact that i could do sth with colouring,,,,,, and chose such an unusual colour scheme that i doubted jckdckfdk and it still worked out 🥺) 3 (lol i had this idea written down since 2018 as well and this year i could finally collect all moments i needed and oh boi yeah,,, AND COLOURING I COULD ALMOST yeah almost do sth decent with it there r still couple moments id changed but im pleased) 4 (im so happy whenevr i see this CUZ IT ALL WORKED OUT it was such an impulsive comp i literally only saw couple moments for past few years as well where i could see three of them in one frame and suddenly I WAS LIKE I FUCKING MUST POST THOSE MOMENTS SOMEHOW and im so proud of colouring it looks so well T_T) 5 (the colouring ofc im still :o that i could get rid of that shitty shit dkksjkj AND THE MOMENTS ITSELF?????? AND BLACK SWAN???????? EVERY PERFORMANCE???? HAIR?????? OUTFIT???????? EVRERYHTIGNM???????? HIS FUCKING STARE? FACE??? DONT MAKE ME CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA also if im not wrong this set in particular made me start my before/after posts 🥺) 6 (i jujst love everything about it e v e r yt h i n g also i could made ppl believe that jin fr has purple hair here when in reality its brown djhfdhskdf one of blending modes or adjustment layers worked this way lol) 7 (i wont even comment this tried a great tutorial with great beautiful resuls for the first time ever and it worked out so well and i like it so much and the whole yoongi here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, also love me some borders that add cinematic feels to some gifs or just make them pretty in a dif way just like i did with prev post i mentioned imo lol) OK LAST ONE 8 (I USED A VIDEO OF STARS AND ADDED IT TO THE GIF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FUCKED WITHMASKING FOR 3 HOURS GRRRRRRRR THIS IS SO HUGE FOR ME!!!!! i cant even explain whew IVE NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE SO I WAS REALLY PROUD TOO even tho i fucked masking up on some layers lmao but lets not pay too much attention to it 👀)

❀ a creation that took u forever

ohhhhhhhh i think this one cuz the moments were long i couldnt decide what do i want to include + it ts file so u kno,,, the speed,,, of processing,, + somehow decided to put them all together + fucked with colouring + had to get rid of the logo and as we know japan likes a lot of big braight text around haha and draw hair in moments where logo made it look blurry + had to adjust the order and all that stuff but getting rid of logo was the longest part 

❀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes

whew this iconic one im still amazed tbh they looked soso incredible and im glad how everything turned out here <3 (could change some colouring on bg tho so it could look better and more hq :c)

❀ a creation u think deserved more notes 

lol this one cuz i was so hyped to make it cuz their concert in saudi arabia is one of my fav things in the world and i waited for so long to have mood and energy to go throught it to find jk moments and i couldnt choose some for this comp for so long and just,,,,,, overall,,,, the way he looks here............................................................... its a special comp to me haha ill def gif more of it i have shit ton of clips left and also there r other members and i just want to sit and enjoy yhe whole thing to so may find more stuff to gif here lol

❀  a new fandom u joined an a creation u made for it 

i didnt join anything heurheru

❀ a creation u made that breaks ur heart

OKAY LISTEN DSJAKDJHFDKJ THIS ONE IF U KNOW U KNOW AND IM SURE IT BREAKS ALMOST EVERY HEART tbh whenever i see soft smiles or soft interactions or anything like this im just :’( <3 even my serotonin boost tag does it to me cuz its too precious T_T

❀  a ‘simple’ creation that u really love

this one cuz everything about it ah and this one 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❀ a creation that was inspired by someone else

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk maybe this one ? cuz i never did anything like this before and maybe i saw someones beautiful headers and decided to try one too ? i could do a lot better there is not enough depth but oh well,,, lol

❀  a favourite creatin created by someone else

oh its gonna be hard :) dear every conten creator i hope u dont mind if i wont go though the whole 2020 gif tag but choose form the most recent ones i loved? u know how much i appreciate ur content cuz i never stop screaming about it in tags but truly there r more content makers and i want u to know that i really love ur content :(

@syubb welllllllllllll i wont even comment this is iconique.....

@jinv T_T val i miss u but there should be bday comps with that BIG ASS IMAGE THAT HAS ITS PARTS ON EVERY SINGLE GIF I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN that icant even find dfjksfskj

@jung-koook i literally couldnt choose ehdskjdjksd but i decided this one cuz its sososososososososososososososososososososo well made every single detail here is chefs kiss

@kkulmoon i truly really cant get enough of ur colouring lately T_T

@minhope !!!!!!LITERALLY EVERY PANTONE COMP OR ESPECIALLY 7 YEARS WITH BTS PANTONE ONE IM AAAAAAAAAAAAA and lmao i think this is one of the most reposted things ive ever seen on internet T_T

@jjoon hng amy u know how i feel about ur content T_T decided this one cuz f l a w l e s s 

@hopekidoki stuff like this makes my jaw lie in the floor dsjkdj

@flipthatjacketjiminie idk whats up but it makes me scream like a madman every time i see it.........

@lifegoesmon i cant even explain why i chose this one but everything here is so incredible !!!!!!!!1

@hobeah one of those good fucking bye ones.....

@taeyungie this made me feel so many things and a whole ass a w e so cool T_T

@jiminfilter i will never shut up about bts core jungkook one should also be here

@seoksjin THE COLOURS I SCREAM OH MY GOD O HMY OGD I JUST WENT TO CHECK OUT AND SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY DJKSJD DECIDED THIS IS CRAZY THE PASTELS THE PINNKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVERYHTGIN but also those birthday posts ahhh T_T

@jinvant i wanna YELL but also u know how much i love ur quality and blacks  T_T and gfxs too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@yoongi-bts i love everything here with my whole heart!!!

@everythingoes SHOUWLD I EVEN EXPLAIN WHY

@hobibestboy THIS IS SO COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE COLOUR SCHEME

@joenns  I WONT EVEN EXPLAIN IM SO HURT HES SO THIS IS SO T____________________T 

@jjeongukie idk i cant get enough of skin tone!!!!!!!!!!!!

@chaylani i really love the colouring and love these posts with highlights T_T

@eklipxe COLOURING AND EVERYTHIGN

@oncupid cant get enough of every colouring ive seen <3

@jiminslight THIS WHOLE GIF RIGHT HERE

@6dis-ease COZY AND PRECIOUS T_T

@ofkimtaehyung I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS ITS SO PRETTY

@taee it was really hard to choose too T_T decided to go with this cuz,, u kno

@yoonqiful CUZ THESE COLOURS DRIVE ME INSANE

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG KDSFJSAKDL I WOULD ADD A LOT MORE CUZ THERE IS A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE HOURS I BETTER CHILL 

❀  some of your favourite content creators from this year

ok i may forgot someone + in no order in particular + literally every creator that i follow/whose content i reblog @taeguks @tearuntold @cyphertaehyungie @love4hobi @kimnamtaejin @taejoon @jimiyoong @namkook @taeyungie @jinvant @jinv @6dis-ease @jiminrolls @daechwitas @syubb @syuga @jjeongukie @cowboyjinbop @hope-film @minhope @hopekidoki @joonie @namgination @jung-koook @faerieth @kooksv @lifegoesyoon @yoonqiful @j-sope @chaylani @jiminfilter @jjoon @everythingoes @varietae @seoksjin @dearbangtansonyeondan @ofkimtaehyung @yoongi-bts @gaypeople @seokjinyoongis @agustdfeatrm @joenns @houseofarmanto @namjoon (will miss forever) @thebtsgenre @honsool @vjimin @seokjinite @jiminswn @taee @hobeah @lifegoesmon @taemaknae @gukgi @kkulmoon @flipthatjacketjiminie @jintae @jcngkooks @ynki @yoongikook @yoongiandthebiaswreckers @jiminslight @gwkie @oncupid @eternalbulletproof and many more <3

OK SO i wanna say a special thanks to every content creator ever and also i wanna say that im really glad to be a part of this community all of u r so cool and creative and make such beautiful things and many of u made me feel EMOTIONS with ur sets or not only sets ill be forever grateful that i discovered bts and for everything they do to me without even knowing ALSO THANK U FOR STILL BEING HERE ON TUMBRLDSDFKJ yeah this year was less active there were few issues many ppl went on twt but thank u for still being here also happy new year <3333333 i think i sounded deeper and more emotional when i was commenting ppls gifs :| but its almost 2 am so i hope u will understand dkfjkfsjk im happy there is this corner on the internet that feels cozy and so welcoming <3 i love u i wish u a better year ahead <3 ok for checking notifications purpose ill tag my blog lol @eternal-bangtan

[extremelyblackandwhite]

the unseen one - 18

Pairing: Hades!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: (fun fact i wrote this listening to beautiful ghosts which i have now formally induced into the fanfic’s playlist bc im a nerd who rly likes soft music) this is probably my longest chapter, yay me for writing a long one. hope you guys enjoy it xx

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Y/N looked at her reflection on the golden mirror standing in front of her. She studied the features she always saw in her own mirrors, the same face, the same eyes, same nose and same lips, however the reflection staring back at her was somehow different, similar to those renaissance paintings of mythical female sirens, goddesses, princesses and other deities. She had her once free flowing hair in a hellenic up-do filled with various flowers and a gold like chain intertwined with one of her brains. A few perfectly curled ringlets fell to frame her face which was still makeup free from last night, with a blossoming red tint on her upper cheeks. 

She was dressed in a garment made of two parts, a linen white tunic and a clock held together by an ornamental claps with Hecate’s torch insignia at the shoulders and a light pink sash at the waist. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what her mother would think of her clothing. When she was younger, she would religiously dress as a Greek Goddess for Halloween yet nothing she’d worn compared to what she looked right now. 

Minthe had been silent throughout most of it, sometimes even giving her judgmental looks whenever she questioned about the fabrics and flowers being used to adorn her. She didn’t completely blame her for doing such things, deities were only found of mortals for two things: war and procreation. It didn’t take long for her to return to the gardens, being placed in front of Hecate who was commanding her maidens like a captain on a ship. 

      - Do you know anything about gardening? - she looked down on the mortal dressed in deity clothing, which she had to admit, seemed to fit her better than the cheap satin piece she was wearing. 

       - I can manage. - Y/N rubbed her hands out of anxiety when talking to one of the goddesses of the Underworld. 

       - Well, pick something and get to work. - Hecate pointed aimlessly towards the groves and their dying flora. Y/N heart tightened at seeing the muddy green colour that the plants had beginning to take, a stark contrast to the lively, colourful flora of its surroundings. Her eyes locked on a particular rose bush whose roses were brownish white, some of its petals constantly falling to the ground whenever the slight summer breeze hit it. She took it upon herself to tend to it, walking over the to wilting bush and sitting gracefully on the grace, hands softly touching the dead flowers which she once imagined to have been the most beautiful flowers.

Y/N decided to take care of the flowers the way she took care of her little plants back in her flat. She started by getting rid of the dead leaves, carefully pulling them from the branches and onto the floor, trimming it to the best she could possible manage. Y/N kept on trimming, eventually reading the thorny white roses, some which were just in desperate need of water and others which were past the point of no return. She directed her attention to those, pulling a few out and onto her robes until a specific one found itself a challenge. The young girl extended her hand deeper into the rose bush, pulling the flower at its base, finding it rather hard to pull it from the branch. She kept on pulling and the flower eventually gave up, detaching from its base and sticking one of its thrones deep into her thumb. She let go of a tiny wince, not wanting to bother the other maidens. 

Carefully, Y/N removed the thorn from the flower, throwing it forcefully on the ground before turning her thumb so she could face it. It had a tiny wound, so tiny that if she hadn’t known it was there, she would’ve never realised it was there. However, it was bleeding heavily, the scarlet liquid dripping and running from her skin to the green grass nearby the bush, staining it the same colour as the liquid. 

She sucked on her thumb, mindlessly dabbing it against her clothing and returning to get rid of everything that did not belong to a healthy plant. Y/N was so into her craft she didn’t notice James returning to the Elysium. He watched her from afar, her lips and nose crunched as she inspected the rose bush with a might which in his mind was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. 

      - Did you discover anything? - Hecate walked up to the God of the Underworld, curious for any developments. 

      - We are not entirely sure of who stole the pomegranate but we did discover her friend is an oracle. - Hecate rolled her eyes, if there was any type of witchcraft she hated the most it was prophecy telling. The prophecies were always unnecessarily over-detailed and more like riddles than actual pieces of helpful information. She already couldn’t stand the Fates and their seeing eye, but mortal oracles? They were the worse. 

      - Tell me you turned her into a fish ... or a plant. - Hecate was particularly found of permanent punishments. She thought curses and death were much too simple, however James was one to dabble in cursing rather than metamorphism. 

       - Y/N wouldn’t be very happy with that.

       - Y/N is not the Goddess of the Underworld is she? 

       - You have absolutely no reason to despise her that much, Hecate. It is out of character for you to judge before meeting. 

       - I know how this ends, Hades. You are not the first god to take liking to a mortal and trust me it never ends well. - she sighed, arms crossed in front of her white gown. James had to agree with her, he knew way too many myths of when a mortal relationship went wrong but he couldn’t help it, she was just so magnetic and entrancing. Besides, part of him wanted to be next to her all the time and make sure no harm came to her which harshly differed from other deity/mortal relationships which were normally based on lust or petty jealousy between other deities. - You’re a King before you are a man. Remember that. 

Y/N got up from her crutching state, standing on her legs as she patted the dirt and petals off her garments and onto the floor, a proud look on her face as she looked at the relatively healthy looking plant. She let out a little happy sound, hands clasped in front of her collarbones as she turned on her heel to go and find something else to do. Instead, her eye caught James’ figure who was standing next to Hecate in what looked like a innocent conversation. 

She wanted to wave at him, maybe even give him an innocent kiss but Hecates’ words were still very much present in her mind “You are not to be intimate with the god of the Underworld” so were Minthe’s remarks about how he was expected to be seen with someone of higher blood. She wouldn’t want to get him in trouble and perhaps they could speak some other time when they weren’t surrounded by other people. 

      - What are you doing standing up there? - Minthe came up from behind her, a condescending tone present. - Ogling the god of the Underworld?

      - What? No. - her cheeks turned into a colour that matched her pink sash, as she tried to hide her face in her hands. Somehow, the fact that he was, well, he was who he was, made her feel like she needed to keep everything shrouded in secrecy. - Is there something else needed?

     - You know what? - her face contorted into a calm expression she couldn’t really figure out. - We could use some help from some new maidens.

     - New maidens? - Y/N felt like a child, questioning everything and everyone around her. 

     - Yes, you see if you go straight ahead until you reach the river and ask the Charon to take you South you’ll be able to find them. Tell him it’s for Hecate.

     - Oh, alright. - she nodded her head and wandered off into the groves, looking around at the decay. It looked like that particular piece of land of the Elysium was doomed to disappear. She kept on walking as instructed by Minthe until she reached the river where a boat was awaiting her with the same faceless figure. She had to admit that it freaked her out that someone without a face could speak but she tried her best to stay climb as she climbed on the boat, putting on her best courageous face. - Hecate asked for you to take me to the South. 

     - The South? - his voice was rather warm for such a menacing figure. - Are you sure?

     - Yes. 

She couldn’t see him do anything, however, she understood he had accepted her request once the boat started to move. Y/N remained silent, repeating Minthe’s words in her mind. How hard could it possibly be to lead a few maidens back to the Elysium? It was easy, she kept telling that to herself even as the boat reached shore. The sky had turned into a dark scarlet and the chirping of birdies could be heard no more. She looked around but all she could see was darkness.

    - Are you sure about this, miss? - the Charon questioned, noticing the uneasiness of her step as she disembarked. - I’m sure Hecate can arrange for someone else.

    - No. - she shook a forced smile out of her worried expression. - It’s fine. Thank you.

    - Of course, m’am. 

You can do this, she told herself as she stepped onto the darkness. There was no sound, the once dark scarlet sky had faded into pure darkness and it was cold, so cold. Her hands went to her own arms, rubbing them in order to keep warm as she dwelled deeper into the unknown, the only sound heard being that of her shoes clicking against the pavement. 

    - Hmm ... Hello? - she spoke up, gathering every bit of courage. She was in the Underworld after all and this was no longer the Elysium.

She kept on walking until she hit something, a blue and reddish tint coloured the dark room but once she saw what she had hit, her heart stopped beating for a second. She was standing in front of a skeleton. As she place her hand over her chest to regain her breathe the bony arm grabbed her cloth, forcefully pushing her and ripping her tunic. 

    - STOP! - she pushed her hand against the skull, trying to get away from the grasp, eventually gathering enough force to walk back. Screw this task. However, once she tried to find her way back she found herself surrounded by more skeletons and translucent figures all coming towards her. - HELP!

James and Hecate were still in their friendly debate with the goddess being of the opinion that all of this was madness and mainly caused by both of them being ignorants, something he had already heard before. As he was about to shut her to go and tell Y/N of the developments, a bunch of water nymphs came running their way with worry written all over their faces. 

    - My Lady, there’s been a security breach in the Tartarus. - they all said at different speeds and different pitches, which made James’ head hurt at all of that. Hecate took a defensive stand, turning to look at James who just moved his head is disbelief. 

    - How is that even possible? It’s probably just a false ala ... - he was about to dismiss their claims until he noticed a very missing Y/N from her once beloved spot. His eyes scanned the crowd of maidens looking anywhere for her but she was nowhere to be found. - Y/N!

Once he heard no one calling back, his mind immediately rushed to the Tartarus. She couldn’t be there, she had barely been in the Underworld besides no one would take her there, she was a mortal. However, in a snap of his figure he’d been transported to the Tartarus, staff in hand as he strutted down the halls of the Tartarus. He hit one of the walls with his staff, which turned dark blue, giving light to the constantly dark Tartarus. With the new founded light, he could see a bunch of condemned souls surrounding a particular spot. 

    - THAT’S ENOUGH!  - he screamed in a tone that could scare even the biggest of deities, even Gaia herself. The souls, noticing their leader was amongst them, broke their surrounding, returning all to him. - NOW DON’T MOVE IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU. 

James strutted further into the Tartarus, finding bits and pieces of white linen which could belong to her along with several fresh white roses. Maybe she had been picking them prior, he did not know. His heart clenched as he called out for her name but heard no answer, maybe it wasn’t her, maybe she wasn’t ...

    - B...Bucky? - James heard her faint voice and as fast as he could followed it until he found one of the souls pressing her against one of the walls, boney hands around her neck. He hit the staff against the ground, the once pressure around her neck vanishing as she slide to the ground, hand coming to touch what he guessed was a very sore spot now. She lifted her head to stare at him, a look of regret and fear in her beautiful eyes. - Bucky, I’m so sorry.

    - Y/N. - he rushed over to her side, leaning so he was standing at the same height as her, hands coming to hold her jaw. - Are you hurt? 

    - I’m okay, I’m okay. - she leaned her head onto his shoulder. It didn’t take long for him to feel his clothes had begun to dampen. - I messed up ... I messed up. 

    - Hey, look at me. - he tried to move his shoulder so that she would look at him, but she refused, maintaining her face buried them. - Y/N, c’mon, sweetness.

    - I don’t want you to see me cry. - she sobbed through her speech, arms coming to wrap around his body. Bucky pulled the pin that was barely keeping the now very messy hairstyle up, throwing it onto the floor as her hair descended from the once tight hellenic hairstyle before proceeded to card his fingers through it, every once in a while kissing the top of her head. Y/N eventually stopped her crying, removing her head from his shoulder to stare at him, the look of uttermost regret slowly breaking his heart even more as he saw it on her expression. - I’m so sorry.

   - This is not your fault. - he helped her get up, holding her hands in his as if something returned to dare and harm her. Not that they would, they’d have to be crazy to mess with the King of the Underworld. - I should’ve never taken my eyes off you. 

   - Bucky. - she wrapped her arms around him and for a second it felt like things were back to normal. It felt like things were normal again that she didn’t know he was the God of the Underworld and that she wasn’t doomed to remain in the Underworld. He melted and relished into her hug but couldn’t help but feel how cold she was. She was still a mortal and remaining in the Tartarus would do her no good.

   - Let’s go before you freeze to death. - he joked, not expecting to get a laugh out of her after the current events, however she showed him a small smile. 

He held her hand as he guided her through the Tartarus, her eyes scanning the souls that once were harming her now stood without moving, not even daring to make a sound in front of their King. Something in that made her courage swell up, seeing them helpless standing around her without being able to touch her again. Her head held up high however once she noticed the fresh white roses on the ground, she couldn’t help but stop her step. 

   - They’re beautiful. - she mumbled under her breathe.

   - Are they not yours? - he questioned at her astonishment with the flowers. 

   - No, I wish I could have such beautiful roses. I thought flowers only grew within the Elysium. 

    - Don’t bother your head with it. - he reassured her, although the question was still very much puzzling to him. - C’mon, let’s go. 

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[littlebitoffanfic]

Baskets And Gifts

Fandom: Tinkerbell Characters: Bobble, Rosetta Relationship: Bobble/reader Request: Hi there, i was wondering if you could do a Bobble x Reader where reader is a Gardening fairy and she has a crush on Bobble but she's to shy to tell him so Rosetta ends up blurting it out to him.

 You flew from flower to flower, checking every one over for any issues. You smoothed out any petals which were winkled, wanting them to be perfect before painting tomorrow. You were so engulfed in your work, that you didn’t hear the approaching fairy. “you know, I think Tinkerbell said there would be a delivery today.” Rosetta appeared suddenly beside you, making you jump and nearly fall off the petals you were on. “Rosetta! I could have fallen.” You moaned as you looked down. It was a long way to the ground. “You have wings, silly.” She giggled, pulling at your wings. “Yes, but you gave me such a shock, I might not have had time to react.” You turn away from her, tugging your wings back as you fluttered to the next flower, hoping that she would drop it. But that wasn’t Rosetta. Ever since she had figured out your little crush on a certain tinker fairy. You didn’t think you were that obvious around Bobble. You two got along great, and he always stopped to talk to you. “I think you should tell him today.” She suddenly said, making your head snap to her. “Rosetta.” You whined, but she put her hand on her hip. “you two would be perfect for each other. Everyone thinks so. Please, just consider it.” She takes your hands, and you knew she wouldn’t let you get back to work until she had a response she thought was acceptable. “I’ll think about it.” You sigh, but she seemed happy enough with that response. “Good. I’m going to go see Fern. I wont be too long, then I can help you with the final checks.” She looked out over the petals before whizzing away. You rolled your eyes, before settling on another flower. It was probably the worst you had had all day, so you knelt down in the centre, setting to work. It took a little longer than normal to sort this particular one, but when you were done, you felt proud of your job. Standing up, you sort your skirt. “Hi, [y/n].” Bobble suddenly appeared next to you making you jump. And loose your footing. Falling back, you expect to fall off the edge and have to hope to god your wings stopped you from hitting the floor. But Bobble managed to grab your wrist, stopping you from even needing to worry about your wings. “Sorry!” Bobble pulled you back onto the petals with bright red cheeks. “No, its fine. Apparently Im easy to sneak up on.” You tried to laugh off, but your laugh sounded too forced. If Bobble noticed it, he didn’t say anything. He was too preoccupied looking for something. He ended up flying up a little from the flower to look around. He seemed to spot what he was looking for on the ground and flew down to it. It was certainly an odd reaction, so you followed behind him. You landed beside him as he picked up a woven basket. Probably the one you had asked him for last week. Bobble had been bringing it to you, and dropped it in favour of grabbing you from falling. But it took damage, now having a few broken strands in one side. Even your non-tinker eyes could see it would need to be done again. “Oh, im so sorry, Bobble.” You felt the guilt run through you. “Its okay. I can fix it.” Bobble waved off your concern as he inspected the damage. “You shouldn’t have to waste your time redoing something because of me.” You shook your head, scolding yourself. “Its not a waste of time.” Bobble smiled, drawing your attention back to him. “It is. Here, it will be fine. I’ll use it for the daisy petals. They are large enough to cover the holes and not fall out.” You go to reach out for the basket but Bobble pulls it out of your reach. “Sorry, miss. Cant have damaged items leaving this cart.” Bobble shook his head firmly. “But Im the reason its damaged.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Nope. Sorry. Im afraid I’ll just have to come back tomorrow with a new one.” Bobble flew to the cart, putting it in the back of the cart. “you don’t have to come back. Honestly.” You move from one foot to the other, looking away. “I… I want to come back and see you.” Bobbles words drew your gaze up to him. The second your eyes met his own, you noticed his cheeks were burning red. “Really?” You breathe, smiling slightly as you fiddle with your own fingers as your question earns a shy nod. “I’d like that.” “Great. I’ll come by about mid-day.” Bobble instantly brightens up at your answer. You were so lost in happiness that you didn’t notice Rosetta approaching, hearing the end of the conversation. “Oh good, did you finally tell him?” Rosetta appears, having picked up the petals and put them in her new basket she had already collected. “Tell me what?” Bobble asked before you could think what she meant. “About her crush on you.” Rosetta spoke up, making you stand up straight and stare at her with wide eyes. “Rosetta!” You cried out in betray. Rosetta dropped the basket out of shock as she looked at you. It was clear as you both stared at each other that she realized that she had messed up. Her hands flew up over her mouth as she looked to Bobble for a moment. the betray you felt in your stomach turned to dread as you remembered that Bobble was standing right there. “I- I’d better…” you turned on your heels and flew up to the top of the daisies. The large petals would hide you nicely as you try to figure out what the hell you were going to do. landing on them, you wrap your arms around you, shrinking into yourself. Sinking down so you were kneeling, you soothed out the small wrinkles in the petal half heartedly. You couldn’t hear the hushed voices, thinking that the other two had dispersed. Bobble would fly back to his workshop and an awkwardness would form between you both. Rosetta would probably run to your group of friends and ask what she could do. You would probably forgive her by tomorrow. You didn’t hold grudges, especially because she hadn’t done it to be nasty or mean. But that didn’t mean you didn’t plan on wallowing in self pity for the rest of the evening.

 ----------time skip ------

  You were only half concentrating on the task at hand of painting the flowers. You chose to do it by hand because you hoped it would take up most your day without having to run into Rosetta. You were just finishing a batch when you heard the familiar sounds of wheels creaking. The delivery wagon. You landed on the ground, curious as to why there was deliveries today. And you could have fainted when Bobble appeared. Cheese steered the cart right to you, squeaking happily as you instinctively petted him. “I-I thought you wouldn’t do a delivery today.” You try to sound normal, but your voice shook slightly. “I said I’d come back with a new basket.” Bobble smiles, the red in his cheeks obvious, making you wonder why. He had no reason to be embarrassed. You left Cheese at the front to go to the back of the cart as he offers you a new basket. “well, thank you. I really apricate it.” you grin, taking the basket but noticing it felt a little heavier than the normal ones. Looking inside, you were surprised to see something wooden. Reaching in, you pulled out a hand crafted wooden flower. It was small, sitting easily in your palm, but the amount of detail in the petals was incredible. It must have taken hours for him to make it. Had he made it for you? The small wooden flower was beautiful, the petals painted your favourite colour and everything. “Rosetta told me yesterday. And I-I would have liked to hear it from you. But I think we’re both to blame.” Bobble’s wings flutter nervously behind him. “How so?” you ask, drawing your attention away from the flower to look at him. “We’ll, I’d get too shy around you and couldn’t tell you how I felt. just like you.” Bobble rubs the back of his neck, rambling a little as he looked anywhere but you. But his words were not lost. You close your fingers around the flower, holding it to your chest as you try to hold back a smile. “You mean it?” You ask, trying so hard not to get your hopes up for him. You didn’t want to be heartbroken again in two days. “Yeah.” Bobble nodded, and the second his eyes met your own, he grinned. “I really like you. A lot.” You could have fainted right there and then, your face as red as roses. But something drove you forward. wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you couldn’t control the joy you felt at hearing him say such words. The flower was still clutched in your hand. Bobble let out a breathy laugh before his arms wrapped around you, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. Suddenly realizing what you had done, you felt the wave of shyness crash back on you. “Sorry.” You mumbled, pulling away a little. But Bobble makes no attempt to let you go, and even though you had pulled away a little, you didn’t want to break the contact. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, noticing how his eyes darted to your lips and back. He leaned closer and your eyes fell shut as your lips connected. You felt as though a gust of wind had carried you away into a dream land. Your wings fluttered happily as you kissed him back. The shyness was obvious in the kiss, but you hoped that it could grow just as your relationship had. “Did you get your new bask-“ Rosetta flew through the flowers, to preoccupied on counting the petals in her own before she froze at he sight of you and Bobble in each other arms. you both pulled away at the same time, cheeks blazing as Rosetta stifled a giggle behind her hand. But her eyes betrayed her. you only just managed to hold back a groan. “I’d better be getting on with the deliveries.” Bobble waved to Rosetta as he retreated to the cart. You followed him. “Do you want to maybe come back tomorrow? If you’re not too busy with deliveries.” You quickly added the last part, busying yourself with petting Cheese who had sat very well the entire time. “I think its going to be pretty busy tomorrow.” Bobble sighs, and you felt the disappointment in your chest. But he perks up. “But I could come after I finish.” “Yeah, I’d like that.” You beam at him, more excited than you had ever felt. He nodded, before waving goodbye to Rosetta and you. You watched him go, trying to figure out what you were going to do till tomorrow. The sound of fluttering wings to your right brought you out of your dream and you saw Rosetta creeping closer, looking as though she might burst with excitement. “You really have poor timing, Rosetta.” You couldn’t help but smile as you attempted to scold her. But she raced to you, wrapping her arms around you and spinning you in the air. “Oh this is great!” She squealed with excitement. “careful.” You opened your palm to make sure the flower was okay. “Ohhh, whats that? Its so pretty.” She reached out, touching the flower but didn’t take it from your palm. “Bobble made it for me. Do you think Tink has some string I could put it on?” You ask, feel a small amount of pride at the gift. “Yes! Im sure she could figure something out. Lets go now.” Rosetta grabbed your free hand and pulls you into the air. You cry her name as your wings flutter, managing to catch yourself. You flew beside her, beaming as you gushed to her. You didn’t notice Bobble watching you go, smiling widely.

[brookelynndyke]

ok last episode,,,, let’s talk.

(SPOILERS) I’m breaking down a lot of the looks cause I like to think I’m somewhat knowledgeable on fashion. its really long but im hoping atleast my mutuals will read it

THE TOP: so like Gigi, Jaida, and Nicky literal beauty, like that was absolutely delicious.

Gigi Goode: omg all three of her looks were absolutely phenomenal. Her Lady Ballers look was one of my favourite of the night, the reference to heathers so smart and the construction of the blazer and blouse was so beautiful (go follow the seamster on insta @domingocholula). she really knew what she was doing with that one. next is her basketball wife realness and tbh it was the weakest out of the three but not by alot, the snakeskin jacket (go follow her mom on insta, who made it @kgeggie) and boots matched the long flowy black hair so well, and the reason I say it was the weakest is because she said it herself that she was “recently divorced trying to spend all his money”, meaning more independent and that does not fit the theme as much as others did. lastly was her balls to the walls eleganza that she made herself, and if you follow me you know that was literally my favourite thing in the world. her talent in sewing is gonna take her far in the competition, cause she literally sewed that in a day. the sleeves the skirt i just am crying. her faces were on point every runway and she deserved her win.

Jaida Essence Hall: how is she that pretty? her lady ballers look was so cute and i’m glad she’s able to let herself be silly on the runway cause her personality is amazing. i normally hate heeled sneakers but since her were plain white it looked great with the outfit. AND THE HAIR, idk what about it i liked so much but that ponytail moment was so cute. next was her basketball wife realness, that if I’m correct she made herself and when i tell you this was so fucking gorgeous I mean it. the fur on her shoulder and tiny fluffy accents on her shoes, shes so polished and knows her body so well. last was her balls to the walls eleganza, and lord!!!! the concept was so smart, and the matching hand bag with soap carved into it was amazing like periodttt, if I had to say one thing about it that I didn’t like it was the hair, I wish she had done either a wet hair just out of the shower wig or even changed the headwrap colour to silver like her jewelry, it would have made the look ten times better. i would not have been mad if she won this week.

Nicky Doll: I have a soft spot for nicky as a french speaker myself and I’m so glad she was in the top this week. her lady ballers look was unfortunately the weakest for me, although I loved the concept i thought it feel a bit short just because it looked very similar to her look in the first episode for the sparkles runway. but the way she served it to us on a silver platter with that WALK ugh amzing presentation. next was her basketball wife realness and OH MY GOD. this look was one of my favourites of the night it was stunning, she giving you “im from paris but fell in love with a basketball player when i moved to america and now i travel the world doing photoshoots and fashion shows. the red ostrich feather coat sold the entire look and honestly i want to marry that woman. (coat and jewelry were made by @onauratoutvu go follow!!) last is her balls to the walls eleganza and this was great by all means she had a clear concept in her mind and went for it, my favourite part were what she called the “marie antoinette” hips (great reference btw) that added shape to the garment. i can understand where people are coming from when they say it looks like yvie’s look from the farm to runway challenge but I don’t think there was any correlation. and also i think their personality critique for nicky was absolute bullshit but thats none of my business

SAFE: i’ll only be breaking down one look from each safe contestant!

Jackie Cox: i might be biased cause i’m canadian but that lacrosse moment was great, i was here for it. the socks were bedazzled and the jersey said beaver, her attention to detail is amazing, but I really want to see her stand out!! (go follow the designer on insta @daviddalrympleinc) 

Crystal Methyd: she’s such cutie, honestly. her bowling look was great and the references were smart, i loved the colour combo and hair.  i wish she didn’t change her makeup cause of michelle, because honestly it’s her face and like shes polished so why does it matter. 

Jan: her basketball wife realness was amazing. i believe it was a 13,000$ tracksuit by Thom Browne! like WHAT? first of all it was stunning and her makeup is always on point and i might just be a whore for chanel but the purse/basketball in a net was AMAZING!

Heidi N’ Closet: her last look the balls to the walls eleganza was... interesting. it was giving me alien something and she was showing versatility and i’m here for it. i think the purple and green colour combo was great but could her construction use some work yes, but overall proud of her for that being the second garment she’s ever made.

Widow Von’Du: sis isn’t doing it for me i’m sorry, her looks were all great but none of them stood out, she just needs to go one step further and they’ll be amazing. her lady baller was cute tho and i loved the lapels and collar.

Allison MOSSey: her balls to the walls eleganza was bad, period. it was boring uninspired and where were the balls. i enjoyed the other two looks so PLEASE go follow their designer and look past the person wearing the clothes to enjoy the designers art @florencedlee on insta.

BOTTOM THREE: i have some very strong opinions on this bottom three like many so just hold tight.

Brita: her first look was the best out of all of them which is unfortunate because i didn’t even like it that much. her second look was bland, and i get the reference but it could have been done so much better instead of this neon yellow fabric and giant hair. finally her... corn-apple, i have no words, it was poorly constructed and she deserved to lipsync.

Rock M. Sakura: why did she go home ugh, yes she lost that lip sync but she did not deserve to be in the bottom 2. her first tether ball/ball in a cup look(idk people are fighting over what it is) had such a great concept and the hair was AMAZING. i do wish the garment had been just as strong from the neck down but her face was stunning last episode. her downfall this week was her padding and how crowded her balls to the walls eleganza was.

Aiden Zhane: i- no. how was she safe. i have some respect for her lady baller look because of the concept, but the other two... the basketball wife one was not good and id not fit with her aesthetic, it gave me more crack whore who stole one of trixie mattel’s wigs. and then the balls to the walls eleganza was literally just bad. everyone put so much effeort into their looks and aiden glued some pom poms onto a corset and said “done”. severely confused as to why she didn’t lipsync. i know they want to keep aiden for drama but that was pathetic.

ANYWAYS... if you read all of this and want to see more just drop a like please and thank you

[jj-ktae]

Fragrance VIII : Ambergris (End)

 Title : Fragrances

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Romance

Pairing : Jaebum x Reader

Summary : You are a perfume composer, he is a lyricist, and while you’re left with too many possibilities, he is out of inspiration. Your only bond is an unknown fragrance.

- Teaser - Vetiver - Chypre - Fougère - Leather - Oud - Neroli - Gourmand - Ambergris -

Fragrance VIII : Ambergris

Ambergris is one of the most valuable raw materials in perfumery, with a smell that’s described as “ocean-y and sweet.” The interesting part is how it’s produced—it’s basically sperm whale excrement that floats in the water, gets oxidized by the sun, and turns into a substance that’s washed ashore.

Jaebum never talked more in his entire life. You listen to him as he talks about everything, from his childhood to the first time he landed a foot in a music studio. You get to know about his family, his relationship with his parents, how he grew up with his best friend Jinyoung. It’s not a sad story, and if it wasn’t for him sniffing from time to time, or stopping to think about the right words, it sounds like some average tale about a rich kid growing up among people he doesn’t belong to.

Jaebum reveals all the details, from when he tried to physically hurt himself for the first time to when he escaped home to live on his own.

You understand how powerful his family is and most importantly, from where he got his taciturn side from. Jaebum doesn’t care anymore, he is opening the Pandora box, revealing everything he thought he should be shameful of.

You don’t talk, you don’t let him think you’re annoyed by the situation, you don’t want him to think that you’re just doing this out of pity. Jaebum stops from time to time to look at you and makes sure you’re still with him, attentive and caring. It’s exactly the way you act. He sees it.

He asked you to stay and you gladly did, opening your arms to welcome his broken self on the floor. He gripped you with all he had, his usually deep voice turning high with sadness. It’s only when you couldn’t feel your knees anymore that you decided to make him lay down to relax. At first it looked like you were tucking a kid in bed, which Jaebum didn’t look satisfied of so he lifted the sheet so you could join him, his hopeful eyes begging for a positive answer.

This is how you ended hugging his body in the now pitch dark room. He started talking as soon as he felt secure enough to do so, which meant when you were both so close to each other you could hear his heartbeat.

He isn’t disturbed by this, and like the lost soul he is, his head rushed for your neck, hiding his sobs and puffy eyes.

But now it’s hard to concentrate. Jaebum doesn’t know what he is doing and you don’t want to be too intrusive so you’re a little frozen, hand limp by your side and lips pinched. You never thought the smell could be this strong but it makes sense. You’re tangled in these sheets and his hair tickle your face. It’s a lot to handle for you but you have to keep a good stance. It’s not about perfumes anymore, it’s about a boy in distress.

“I’m sorry I’m talking so much.” He says after a long silence and it makes you go back on earth. You look down and finally notice he is already peeking at you, embarrassed by the situation.

You slowly shake your head, the glimpse of a smile unnoticed in the dark. “Keep going, I’m listening. I don’t mind.”

But Jaebum sighs, and he sounds disappointed. “I’m such a burden.”

“It’s because you don’t want to be a burden that you keep everything for yourself and think of hurting yourself. Just do whatever can make you feel a bit better, I’m here for that.” It’s true. You want him to know he can count on you no matter what and most importantly, you don’t want him to hurt himself anymore. You want him to find relief, no matter what it is. So if it means this, you don’t mind and you’d do it anytime.

From the very beginning, Jaebum has a special spot in your mind. It started with your obsession over his smell, but now you don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s deeper, maybe it melted and transformed into a will to make him happy.

It’s a waste, after all, to meet someone who can make you feel so many things and not keep him. It’s only normal that you want him to feel the same way he makes you feel unknowingly.

Jaebum chuckles softly when he goes back to your neck. “You shouldn’t be here for that. There are people who can make you laugh and I’m here, a weak mess, bland and empty.” You don’t catch his reference to Jackson and the scene he noticed earlier, but it still makes no sense for you.

“I want to stay.” Your answer makes him flinch. You notice the way his body freezes, like you said something you shouldn’t have.

“It’s because of this smell thing.”  You don’t expect him to say that, but you can’t blame him. He doesn’t know the complexity of your feelings, so he thinks you’re here for your own profit. You don’t know how to explain it to him, so when he feels you won’t answer, he shifts, moving apart from you.

You understand what he means right away. “So you think I’m using your smell to make this perfume.” You sigh. “I shouldn’t have talked that much last night.” You rub your face, a feel of frustration filling you from god knows where. You have to explain everything to him right now before he gets the wrong opinion.

But you don’t even know how to do so.

“Your smell is the first thing that hit me. It was intense, and very unusual. In the perfume industry, we have this belief that smell has a power. Everyone has a special smell, an odour that can pull you in. In my case, it happened when I saw you on that bridge. It was surprising because I can identify a lot of smells, but I couldn’t put a word on yours. It’s only when I noticed you were about to do something to yourself that I decided to bring you here.”

Jaebum stays silent, it makes you feel anxious all of a sudden.

“So yeah, maybe your smell is what pushed me to bring you here, but it was never because I needed it to make it a perfume. It inspired me, I admit, but at the same time it wasn’t just a way to achieve my goal. It has nothing to do with me trying to using you for my own profit.”

So far you’re doing well. Jaebum is still next to you. But he speaks again. “What does it have to do with...?” His voice is quiet, his tone calm, his body relaxed.

“I don’t know. I just- It’s special. I’ll never find someone who makes me feel the way you do. So maybe it sounds weird, but I need you close. Your smell is nothing without you, it’s not just about an odour or perfumes. It’s just you.” It sounds mushy, it’s hard to say this, and it’s only when you say it to him that it makes sense in your head.

You’re in love with Im Jaebum. From his smell to what he represents, everything’s pulling you in. For a minute, you don’t believe it, it’s nonsense, how can it transform into feelings?

You don’t hear anything for the next minutes. God, he is going to escape and you’ll never see him again.

“I’m special?” he whispers like it’s a big secret.

“To me, yes. I don’t need a lot from you, just you existing and being here is enough for me, really. So if you want to stay and live here I don’t mind.” It’s your last try to make him stay. It sounds like the biggest confession you ever made, but why hide it when he needs someone to tell him how important he is?

Jaebum shifts on the bed, but you don’t see what’s happening. It’s too quiet, it makes the atmosphere heavy. You don’t know him enough to predict what is going to happen.

“Thank you” is all he says. There are no movements on the bed, no dipping, no tossing, Jaebum is simply laying, but it doesn’t take long before he moves again. You feel his arms first, they’re soft and lazy, circling your waist. Next is his head, going back where is was earlier.

You stay put and wait for him to say more but he doesn’t, and you understand he is long gone when your feel soft puffs of hair against your skin, tingling.

---

“Universal” Bambam has been repeating the word like it was magic for the past hour, making you look at Jackson weirdly from your spot in the kitchen.

It was early when they arrived. You were still sleeping in Jaebum’s bed and the thought only is still making you shiver. The way he was pressed against you and how hard it was to get away from his sleepy grip is too much for you and you end up spacing out as Jackson is presenting the pieces he came up with.

“Universal means it’s made for everyone. A unisex fragrance means a unisex collection. Check this out.” He lets the sheets fall in front of Bambam who whistles loudly, making you jump to go back on earth.

“That’s wicked. I love it. What do you think, boss?” The always shiny Bambam looks at you and you nod. It’s pretty, with boys wearing skirts and girls rocking tuxedos. Jackson’s choice of colours goes from deep brown to gold, with touches of deep green and beige. It’s pretty and earthy, just like the base notes you picked for the perfume.

“Suits the Oak Moss and Fougère.” You whisper, fingers grazing over the drawings.

Jackson looks proud as he puts an arm around your shoulder, nudging you softly. “I did some researches! It wasn’t just a simple choice of colours. I wanted it to stick to your own concept because I find it brilliant.”

The ghost of a smile creeps on your face as Jackson explains the way he came up with such a fitting collection. He stares back at you with the same knowing smile while Bambam does weird moves, which you can now identify as a way to express his happiness.

This kid is seriously crazy.

“G’morning.” The deep voice makes you jump as you hear Jaebum’s voice. His face is a mess as he greets you three. You don’t dare turning to meet him, hiding behind Jackson’s broad body instead and you’re lucky the latter doesn’t notice the way you avoid your roommate.

Jaebum tilts his head swiftly, eyes hidden behind wild locks as he notices the way Jackson’s arms is around you, but says nothing and walks to the counter to get some coffee.

“We brought food!” Bambam tells him but Jaebum simply shakes his head, deeply concentrated on his own cup.

You say nothing and Jackson starts shaking your body to break the heavy silence. “What’s wrong? You don’t look too happy.”

You don’t want to answer, not when Jaebum is right behind you, and certainly not when Jackson’s body is too close to yours. You take a step back, fighting the urge to look at Jaebum whose smell is invading the air like poison.

“I’m just, well, tired. It’s good. I’m glad we’re done.” You don’t sound genuine, but Jackson knows better than push you and chuckles, going back to his works with a triumphant smile.

“By the way, how did you come up with the ambergris note last night?” Bambam asks suddenly before stuffing his mouth with a hot croissant. You want him to choke on it as he doesn’t know what he is doing right now.

Last night, you came up with the last element while Jaebum held you, his silent sobs echoing into your ribcage and ripping your guts.

“Oh yeah, what happened last night? Do you ever stop working?” Jackson scolds you because he thinks you stayed up late to finish it but it’s none of these, it’s not like you searched for it.

Whenever you’re close to Jaebum, your brain starts processing everything like an engine.

“Nothing happened. It just came to me.” You mumble, not seeing the way Jaebum stopped drinking to look at you three.

“You’re such a genius! Isn’t she a genius?” Bambam gets up and nods at Jaebum who freezes on his spot. He knows how you came up with it. Now that he knows everything, he can easily guess when this popped up into your head.

He agrees faintly, adding to your embarrassment and walks where you three are.

It’s like agony, the way his smells get stronger with each step. He stops right next to you to peak at Jackson’s drawing.

“I’ll be working all day. I won’t be back until late.” He says it to no one in particular, and while Bambam and Jackson ignore the moment to squeak like little girls, you know why he says this.

He doesn’t want you to worry about him after what happened last night.

You look up to meet his gaze and it’s nothing but tender.

You don’t even notice how much he wants to hold you again before walking away, and it’s better that way. That’s what Jaebum thinks as he goes back to his room to get prepared.

You’re left on your spot, right between a singing Bambam and a dancing Jackson and everything is blurry.

Your heart is beating so fast.

---

“I’m nervous,” Youngjae hates these moments. He hates it when he is showing his projects to his managers, waiting for their approval. The two men are listening to the music sample, the song they recorded. Jaebum doesn’t look nervous, but deep inside he is mess. From the moment he woke up, he knew he wouldn’t be ready to deal with such a big event.

He is too emotionally unstable to control his anxiety.

“It’s...” One of the two men looks up to the two worried boys with a blank face. He tilts his head, blinks, bits his lip.

“It’s...?” Youngjae sits up in the leather office chair, his huge hat moving with every nod.

Jaebum doesn’t move, arms crossed against the table and eyes focused. If he fails this, he will never be able to do music again. Youngjae’s company is huge and if they don’t like the song, he will be pretty much cancelled from the music world for a long time.

“Brilliant. The concept, the lyrics, the voice, it’s perfect. You needed this, Youngjae, you needed to show everyone your broken and fragile side. I love how powerful your voice is when it sings such heart-breaking lyrics.” He second man explains, his eyes shiny. He can already imagine a music video, with the pretty boy lost and broken into a deserted place.

Youngjae releases a breath, but before he can answer, the manager speaks again.

“I see Defsoul is up to his reputation.” The man offers a hand. “Thank you for doing this.”

Jaebum blinks at him, his tired brain still trying to process the huge amount of positivity in the air. “Thank you,” He shakes the hand back, voice like cotton and tone extra soft.

“So, Youngjae, we need to talk about the promotional schedule. The music video will be filmed by the end of the week so we can release the single in two weeks. I’m so glad we made it before the deadline.” The second man sounds relieved like his position is on the line.

They get up and shake hands with Jaebum, who is astonished next to a beaming and dancing Youngjae.

He made it.

---

“We made a PowerPoint presentation,” Bambam takes a long stick and hits it against a huge projection screen. He readjusts his glasses and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

Bambam is really, really crazy.

“YOU did a PowerPoint presentation. We were okay with a simple persentation.” Jackson shots from his spot behind you and the lady who tries to hide his laugh in vain.

“I’m sorry you had to work with these people,” She finally admits when she leans toward you, her bright pink lips curving into a mocking smile.

You sigh and shake your head, “Bambam, hurry.” You’re too anxious to deal with him, you need to know if you did well. It’s a super important moment, not only perfume-wise, but also in terms of abilities.

It’s your first own creation. It’s the first time you do something from scratch, it’s the first time you follow your instincts. You need to know if you did well.

Bambam clicks on the tiny remote control and it appears.

Jackson came up with a bottle design and the lady discovers the name, in shiny and small golden letters.

Universal.

The bottle is pretty, squared and the glass is faintly ridged. Around it, Jackson drew ivy, slowly going up to wrap around the base of the bottle. Oak-moss upholsters the floor with soft yet deep green touches and it’s everything but complicated. It’s simple, it sticks to the concept and the components.

“Universal is a return to the roots, it’s essential and earthy, it’s a thousand miles away from gold, diamonds but it’s glamourous, it holds all the preciousness of the world with the golden letters and refined glass. This fragrance doesn’t stick to a type of person, it’s not a perfume for men or women, it’s from the universality of a whole planet. It’s a unisex fragrance.”

Bambam talks like he is about to sell his own brand. Voice and stance proud. He shows another page with a chart. “Here is the chart with the components in the perfume. We picked elements of earth for the Base note, such as Oak Moss and Fougère. The middle note is a unique one: Oriental leather which adds charm and identity.” Bambam taps the stick against the screen with every word. It’s like he is giving a lecture to apprentices. “The top notes are fruity and bubbly, it gives a soft touch and lightens the fragrance. The idea is for it to be joyful and not dramatic, but still serious. We want a fragrance that talks to everyone, so we insisted on a duality in the elements.”

You are amazed by the explanation. Bambam knows exactly what you want to express, he picked his words wisely, and you see in his eyes he is worried.

He is doing his best for you. He wants you to know how wonderful and skilled you are.

“Wow,” You look to the side swiftly and you see the lady hum in approval.

At the same time, you feel Jackson’s hand on your shoulder, but you’re frozen. You can’t interact with others right now. It’s a blackout in your head.

“Universal is a unisex fragrance so it’s wearable by everyone, without any distinction.” Bambam approaches the lady and offers a hand. “Give me your wrist.”

When she gives him her delicate skin, he sprays the tiny sample on her wrist and it hits you as soon as it fills the air. You can feel it, it’s awesome. It turns your insides deliciously, it’s unique.

Next to you, Bambam waits for the pensive lady to speak. She waves her wrist in front of her face and makes numerous faces. It’s like she is tasting expensive wine.

After a while, you hear Jackson growl, his patience going away with every second.

“I knew it.” She says and the three of you freeze.

“W-w-what do you mean?” Bambam stutters because he knows his boss. She could destroy them with the back of her hand.

“You’re a genius.” She turns her head and you are greeted with her happy face. “I knew you’d do great. I always did.”

You don’t know if you should laugh or cry, it’s too much to bear, it’s the result of so many tears, uncertainty, pain, doubt.

You can’t believe you made it.

You jump on your seat when you hear Bambam’s happy squeal. Jackson laughs while Bambam starts dancing wildly and it’s the embodiment of joy right in front of you.

“Great, great! I will now explain the concept of the fashion line imagined by the Ateliers Wang.” Bambam does finger gun gestures toward Jackson who imitates him and it suddenly feels like freedom.

The rest of the day is one of the brightest you ever had. Everything is shiny, the weather is clear, your smile never leaves your face but you need one thing, just one person to talk to.

You need Jaebum to achieve this. You need to tell him, you need him to know how good he did, how important he is.

You come back home after a little celebration at your boss’ office, but the flat is empty, as expected. Jaebum told you he would work until late and after some cleaning, you decide to lay down in the living-room.

When was the last time you relaxed?

It’s quiet and you enjoy this newly found feeing of completeness with a smug smile on your face. You still can’t believe you made it, and it triggers something in you, a tiny voice that praises your skill and whispers soft words into your ears.

You did great.

You’re a real perfume composer.

Your perfume is amazing.

You smile to yourself as you stare at the ceiling, but your phone takes you out of your meditative state, and you’re not even bothered by your boss’ voice.

“Just got a call. I see you did well, Y/N.” You can picture him running around, counting the amount of money he will get after you succeed in creating a damn good perfume.

You simply roll your eyes, too proud to beam at him. “Thank you.”

“So now you deserve this vacation I told you about. You’ll be quite busy from now anyways, with the launching. Congrats, I’m very proud of you, Y/N”

You can simply hum, a bit emotional.

It’s true. You’re going to be busy and the brand will probably make you go to many business parties or even do interviews. It’s scary, but when you think of all the things you went through for this perfume, it’s nothing.

Nothing can beat the level of anxiety you felt while making this perfume from scratch.

Your head feels heavy with every souvenir and you drift off, brain and mind light as feathers.

It’s like a huge cloud, warm and fuzzy. It’s velvet brushing your bare skin, soothing yet firm. You don’t remember sleeping this well, but then again, today is not like any other day. It feels like an eternity when you come back to your sense. The bright day is gone and the sky is dark, with hints of grey. You toss and turn in the comfy sofa, limbs numb and mind fuzzy and try to fall asleep again.

But it’s time to wake up, and you’re starting to feel hungry so you open your eyes with a heavy heart, and you almost sneeze when your nose is tickled by a bunch of thick, dark hair.

It takes a while to process the fact that Jaebum is also asleep, leaning against the fluffy furniture. His is seated on the floor, and his hair is softly resting against the armrest, just next to your own.

When you sit up, it takes him out of his own slumber and he peeks behind him when he feels the fluffy material deepen behind him. It’s the first time you see him before actually smelling him, and you blame your exhausted envelop for not being able to function anymore.

“Oh...you’re up.” It seems like Jaebum wasn’t planning on falling asleep, because he looks embarrassed.

“Hm...” Your hand goes to your eye and you try rubbing the fatigue out of your eyelid.

Jaebum gets up and flattens his sweatshirt with hesitant fingers, his eyes looking everywhere but toward you.

He isn’t ready, he was never ready for the idea of you.

“When did you came back?” You mumble and he shakes his head. Both of you have no idea why he does this.

“Not long. Maybe an hour.” He checks the clock on the wall and takes a step back.

It’s like he is afraid of you breaking him.

You don’t dare asking why was he sleeping on the floor and get up, stretching out. You suddenly brighten when you think about what you’re about to tell him but you don’t get the chance to speak as he is already heading toward the kitchen.

It’s surprising, but you’re in such a good mood, you don’t even notice something is wrong with him.

“Are you cooking dinner?” You ask with the softest voice you can find, but Jaebum shakes his head, not even deigning turning to look at you.

“Just heating some things.” His tone is different, it’s nothing you’ve ever heard. It’s icy.

You refuse to believe he is actually talking to you now.

“By the way, today was the presentation of my perfume,” You lean against the kitchen table, hands clutch together. “My boss loved it. She was amazed. She basically-” You announce, but Jaebum turns around and walk past you without much of an interest, and it startles you.

Before your brain tells you to stop, you grab his arm. He looks at you with eyes you can’t decipher but doesn’t speak.

“...are you okay?” You try. Maybe it’s not the best moment to brag about yourself. Maybe he doesn’t need you to tell him how great you’re feeling.

“I’m fine, why?” Jaebum talks like he has the most peaceful life, like you’re crazy for asking such a question.

Something inside you twitch, but you decide not to let it get you.

“You seem...off...I was about to tell you something imp-”

“I’m not interested.” He brushes you off but you don’t let his arm go.

Something is definitely wrong with him.

“Please tell me what’s wrong.” Your voice change instantly when you understand that he is about to shut you out.

Jaebum is not having it, and simply shakes his head, eyebrows up to emphasize his surprised face.

“I’m okay. Can you let me go?” He looks at your arm with cold eyes and panic takes you over in a matter of seconds.

You know enough to understand the situation. What is happening, why? Jaebum seemed fine this morning, and from what he told you before going, he was supposed to work all day.

Maybe his song wasn’t good enough for the famous singer? Maybe he is feeling depressed because of that?

“Jaebum, I swear. Just- I can listen.” You feel pathetic, and when Jaebum pulls on his arm to free himself, you see how annoyed he is.

“Look, I’m getting tired of you butting in my business. I don’t care about this perfume, honestly. If you don’t know how not to cross the line between roommates and friends, I guess I’ll have to remind you.” He speaks fast, and you try hard to find a hint of remorse, but there is nothing, except his clenched jaw and undecipherable eyes.

You want to get mad at him for talking to you this way, but it is true. No matter how much you can’t understand what’s happening to him, it’s true that you’re nothing but roommates. You thought your little confession would make him feel kind of appreciated, but it actually worked the other way around.

He resents you. He feels used, he doesn’t want to have anything to do with your goddamn business.

Your heart feels heavy suddenly, like a vice tightening around it and hurting your ribcage. You breathe heavily once, twice, trice. You can’t cry. Jaebum would never say that, there must be a reason.

“Just tell me you don’t want to talk about it. I’ll understand. We can talk about it when you feel better-“

“No!” Jaebum’s tone makes you jump and you take a step back, startled.

What’s wrong with this guy?

“We won’t talk about anything. You can’t leave me the fuck alone, right? What do I need to do for you to stop clinging on me? You’re so fucking lame. I’m doing just fine so drop it. You mean nothing and will never mean anything. Don’t start thinking we will play romance because I let you hold me one night.” Jaebum avoids your eyes at all cost, but you’re too shocked to notice it. His words hurt more than you thought they would, because you thought you two had something special.

Maybe you were wrong.

“I get it. I’m sorry.” You conclude, not being able to block a sob from ripping your throat and you go back into the kitchen. You hope he doesn’t see the tears falling on your cheeks.

He doesn’t deserve your misery.

Jaebum sighs when you disappear, his eyes closing painfully and it’s the worse dilemma for him. He wants to apologize, to explain he can’t let you in, but he knows you’ll have none of it.

You’re ready to accept him as he is and it’s scaring him.

He tries to occupy himself, forgetting about the food in the kitchen but he can hear you, he can hear you softly sniff into the flat, walking around, muffling sobs and breathing heavily.

It hurts him so much; he hates himself for putting you in this state but he has no choice. He can’t be good enough for you in this state. He needs to be stronger so he can take care of you the same way you took care of him.

This means he can’t be with you.

It’s the only way he found to make you stop caring about him. You told him things no one ever did and after last night, he found himself thinking about you every second of the day. He couldn’t even stand the way Jackson held you this morning. He is too in love for his liking, too into you. You deserve nothing but joy and he has none in him.

He made it, he wrote a good song, but he has too many issues to take care of. But you’re crying. You are sad and it’s because of him. He can’t stand this.

It’s his brain who tells him to open the door and find you. He doesn’t want to do so, but he rushes to the living-room, finding nothing. He goes to the kitchen, empty.

Jaebum finds you when he opens your room’s door softly. You’re looking at the window, and he understand you’re crying when he sees your shoulders shake.

“Are you crying?” It’s a stupid question, but what else can he say?

You turn around and he sees your surprised eyes and brows furrowed.

You sniff loudly. “Are you kidding me? You did enough, stop talking to me.”

“Look, I’m-” He takes a step toward you but you raise an arm and he freezes, like you’re holding a gun and waiting to shoot him.

“I can’t believe it. So this is what you’ve been thinking all this time? You should have told me if you were thinking so low of me.” You rub your nose and no matter how dramatic the situation is, Jaebum finds it awfully cute “I’m not going to care about you anymore. I thought you were just having a bad day, but you actually don’t give a shit about me at all.”

“It’s not about that.” He looks at the floor when he can’t bear looking at your red eyes anymore.

“Then what is it about? No, don’t answer. I don’t want to know. I was so happy today, I had such a great day and you had to ruin it. All I want is for you to be happy, but I’m so stupid, I thought I could be of any importance to someone.” You snort and move your arms in the air, mocking your own self.

“It’s not you, it’s me.”

You laugh and it’s everything but funny. “Oh, typical. It’s not me, it’s you? Yeah it’s you, you’re stupid and probably just doing this to boost your ego. So what, you don’t need me anymore? Are you going to escape again now that I was here to listen to your bullshit?”

It’s mean, you’re being mean, but Jaebum deserves the same medicine.

“Oh no. You’re going to back to mom and dad and apologise to get some cash? You did a great song and you don’t need me anymore? Because guess what, my perfume is great and I don’t need you anymore either.”

Jaebum stiffs when you say that. “Stop.” He knows you’re paying back all the things he said, but he doesn’t want to hear this. He’d rather receive a hard slap across the face.

He takes a step toward you, but you’re to enraged you don’t even notice it “Oh, I’m hurting your feelings? Want me to take you to the nearest bridge? Tell me, how should I help?”

“Calm down.” He takes another step but you shake your head, eyes closed.

“You just- I can’t believe- damn Jaebum, what I said last night is not nothing. When I said you were important to me, I really meant it. And then what? I realize that I’m in love with you and you? YOU? You’re such a jerk.”

He stops right in front of your body and looks down at your ruined face, “I know. I know.” He doesn’t insist and reach for your trembling body with steady hands, collecting you and bringing you closer.

His smell works like a spell on you and you stop moving. “Get away from me.” You talk but don’t make any movement to make him go away.

“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t say it for the same reasons you think he does, but you don’t have time to question him because he grabs your face and kisses you before you can send him away.

His grip is tight but his lips are shaking, and you don’t answer to the kiss until he pulls you against him to prove his point. You don’t want to give in because he went too far. He can’t push you away and claim you the way he pleases. No matter how strong his hold around you is.

His heart burst out of his chest when you answer him. Your lips are soft and moist with tears, but they feel so safe and warm. Jaebum presses you so hard against him you can barely breathe but none of you mind.

His fingers find your hair and rub your scalp with soft gestures. You feel too soft for him to detach himself, and he knows he is making the biggest mistake he ever did, but he cannot stop when he knows you’ll be mad at him.

No matter the outcome, you will hate him anyways.

His other hand sticks your stomachs together like glue and your angry body is burning against his own, like a flame consuming his tingling skin. He detaches his mouth from yours to whisper soft words against your face, and you almost cry again when you hear them, before jumping on him to kiss him again.

I’m sorry, I love you

You kiss him until your mouth dries and hurts, when Jaebum decides he had enough of pushing you away and makes you lean on top of him, on your bed.

The rest is a discovery. You get to see sides of Jaebum you thought he wouldn’t have. He keeps a lazy pace, with hushed moans and burning desire. He takes all the time he needs to immerse into your skin, to enter every pore and it’s sweet, it’s sugary and loving.

It’s above everything you expected.

He breathes into your ears and can’t stop confessing, his hands leaving his sweet smell over your sweaty skin, wrapping you up into the softest feeling you ever came across. Your brain stops functioning at some point, and Jaebum seems lost into you. He looks at you like he will never see you again but you don’t pay attention to it, you grab his face again and again, giving him everything you have.

Jaebum doesn’t let you escape, and it’s not like you want to. He keeps himself around you, hands possessive and lips brushing the edge of your shoulder when you turn around. His fingers leave a heat behind them, making you shiver and making him chuckle.

You don’t talk again. Words are too tiring and useless when you feel him against you. His smell is so overwhelming it blocks everything around you.

And you fall asleep into the late night, when the sun is still resting and your body is spent.

But you wake up and it’s cold again.

You don’t see Jaebum in the flat, and ignore your phone ringing when you see his room empty. His belongings are gone.

Jaebum isn’t going to come back.

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