#so thank you jawn

[notwxrriors]

whats your favorite thing about all the boys? <3

this is such a cutesy lil question I love it. I'm gonna answer w an actual thing and then I'm gonna answer w a shallow looks-only thing

awsten - my favorite thing ab aws is his loyalty. I think it's so so so cool that jawn was in all his cringe fail bands as teens and then when he had his cringe success band, he offered him a position as photographer to take jawn w him, his best friend forever. and he's still friends w travis!! and involves him in things and it's so lovely to me. for my fav shallow thing, I think he just has the prettiest eyelashes ever. also his tiny little waist......I shant go on im pathetic. AND THE SOUTHERN DRAWL

geoff - I just. love geoff. he's such a genuine, sweet person. I think my fav thing I've observed ab geoff though is how physically affectionate he is with his friends, regardless of gender. he seems so happy when he's holding otto and aws and jawn, and I love how fondly he looks at all of them. it's really pleasant to see!! for my shallow thing....his LEGS esp thighs...sheesh I'm blacking out

otto - I really like how reserved otto is, but he has this very subtle intensity to him. I think he balances aws and geoff out so well, a little less emotional but so solid and caring still. I like the way he sets boundaries with fans and holds his privacy so dear to him, I think he's so special and I respect him so much. for my lil shallow thing ummm his arms obviously??? but I also LOVE otto's hair, I'm a curly girl too n I lovelovelove otto's curls sm I wanna use my routine on his hair.

jawn - I love jawns personality he's soo neurotic n anxious n self conscious but he's still so goofy n not shy about like,,dressing up n drawing attention to himself and I find it so endearing. but he's just so passionate about his things, his photography and his streams and everything he does and I adore it about him. shallow wise, obviously his long hair is so 😍 his HANDS...theyre so small and soft and feminine tbh..he's so girl. I wouldn't be notwxrriors if I didn't mention his nose ofc, I think he has the most beautiful nose, and I love his voice. he just has the sweetest little soft voice. he's so beautiful to me

[janeyseymour]

personal and professional 1-3 was soooooo good it gave me an idea!

a mel x work crush reader story in which cute shy fem reader has a sleeper build. usually wearing regular lose fit clothing until one day they have to wear a fancy skirt and heels bringing attention to readers muscular legs. abbott crew starts asking reader questions about her workout routine leading a jealous melissa to make a snarky comment about reader skipping arm day to which reader says something like don’t let the outfit fool you i could bench you right now heels and all. melissa keeps pushing readers buttons until reader grabs melissa and starts overhead pressing with absolutely no issue to prove their point leaving melissa stunned. idk maybe it ends with melissa asking reader on a date that day after school?

Press You (Up Against a Wall)

WC: 3.3k

You were hired as the long term substitute gym teacher at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School in January, but when the teacher who was out on maternity leave decided to leave the position permanently- that she can’t even believe she stayed there throughout her pregnancy in the first place- you were brought on for the full-time position. So, now you’re Abbott’s official gym teacher, and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Really, any physical education teacher position is a score in your mind because showing up to school in sweatpants or joggers everyday is any teacher’s dream come true. But Abbott is so nice because you can pretty much do whatever you want with the kids- including dodgeball, which is banned at most schools. 

Under all of your gym clothes, you have a nice body- you’ll be the first one to admit that. Working out six days a week along with having a well balanced diet doesn’t go to waste. None of the teachers, or Ava for that matter, know that you’re a bit of a gym rat- okay, a really big gym rat. Sure, they know you’re athletic and that you’re slim, but they haven’t seen your legs- probably the best part about your body. You’re thankful for that because up until now, you’ve evaded the principal’s flirtatious personality and comments. 

The only person who knows how in shape you are is Mr. Johnson because you help him move things or fix things when necessary. He’s immensely grateful and has promised to keep your hidden figure a secret- he knows how you don’t want to be hit on like Gregory is.

But now, you’re being forced to go to PECSA, and you really don’t know why you have to go, but the school is paying for your hotel room, and you don’t have to attend any of the seminars based on curriculum because you don’t teach any of the core subjects (you had thoughts on that title… physical education was one of the most important for those kids to be participating in if they wanted to grow to be strong and healthy adults).

So while everyone else is supposed to be at their seminars, you sleep in before heading down to the gym to get your daily workout in.

After you’re finished, you head back up to your hotel room and shower before changing into an old band t-shirt, a light sweatshirt, and a pair of joggers. Deciding that you have enough time to explore and just soak everything in, you exit your hotel room.

As you go to back away from your door, so is Melissa Schemmenti- donned in a bathing suit as opposed to the clothes that she should be clad in to attend different seminars.

“Hey, Schemmenti,” you look her up and down. 

“Y/N,” Melissa looks you up and down too. “Don’t tell anyone, but Barb ’n’ I haven’t gone to a single one of those dumb jawns. All for the newbies.”

You mime zipping your lips before letting out a chuckle. “You’ll be at the big party though, right?”

“Hell yeah I will be. I have a math-o-rita chugging champion title to maintain,” she smirks.

“Good. I don’t think I could survive the Abbott crew without you to keep me company,” you blush as you tell her that. “Not that I don’t like the others, but… you know what I mean.”

“I gotchu,” she smiles. “Just stick with me and Barb, and you’ll be fine.”

You nod. “You mind if I join you now?”

“If you can get changed in the next few-”

“Nah, I don’t wanna swim, I just wanna relax in the presence of others,” you lie a little. You really just want to be in her presence.

You and her meet the kindergarten teacher down by the pool, and Barb’s eyes widen just slightly when she sees that Melissa brought you.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she still greets you kindly. “Decided to ditch the seminars?”

“I don’t have to go to most of them,” you laugh softly as you tuck a hair behind your ear. “Just the ones that have to do with PBIS and all of that. Other than that, I’ve just been kind of wandering. Saw Melissa, and I tagged along.”

“And she didn’t tell you to beat it?” Barbara raises a brow.

Melissa shrugs. “She looked like a lost puppy dog, so I took her under my wing.”

Little do you or Barbara know, she has had quite the thing for you since you first walked into the building and greeted her while she was bringing her kids down to special. And then when you spoke to her so shyly, but then she could hear you command the gymnasium to gain control of her class- it really struck a chord with her, and she was taken with you. She would never tell you that, and actually was a bit tougher on you than she was with others, but you have her figured out. She seems to be a bit tougher on those she likes rather than just ignore the ones who she tolerates or just genuinely doesn’t enjoy the presence of. 

“I can go if-”

“You’re with us now. Don’t be an idiot,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

You bite your bottom lip nervously. “Okay, okay.”

You relax in the lounge chair next to her, and you have to admit it’s a little warmer than you were anticipating it being in here (foolishly… it’s an indoor pool area, what we’re you expecting?). So you shrug off your jacket, tie your hair up, and hike your sweatpants up to your knees.

If Barbara and Melissa notice your calves, they don’t say anything.

You end up falling asleep with your arms protectively wrapped around yourself, and you don’t wake until you feel someone gently shaking you.

“Hun, it’s time to get up.” You jolt awake, clearly terrified as your eyes go wide and your breathing gets deeper for a second. But then you look up, and there’s… well, there’s Melissa’s cleavage in your face, and then a bit further up are her emerald eyes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s ‘kay,” you mumble as you yawn and stretch a bit. “Sorry I fell asleep on youse.”

“Aye, no problem at all,” she smiles down at you. “Just didn’t wanna leave you down here to think Barb and I abandoned ship, but we’re gonna start getting ready for the party.”

“I guess I should too,” you sigh softly as you stand.

You and the redhead head up to your rooms and start to get ready.

It doesn’t take you long to get ready. You really just throw on the dress you brought- one that accentuates your legs- before applying a light amount of makeup. You run your fingers through your hair as you glance in the mirror. You look good. Deciding that you would rather not kill your feet just yet though, you wait to put on your heels.

A bit later, you hear a knock on your door as you’re laying in bed and scrolling through Instagram. You stand and make your way to the door before looking out the peephole. It’s Melissa, and she looks… stunning. Her hair is in big curls, and she has a beautiful green dress on that only makes her eyes pop even more.

“Hey,” you breathe out softly. “You look… wow.”

She gives you a once over. “I could say the same things about you.”

Your cheeks turn red at her compliment and her lingering eyes on your body.

“You ready? I want a math-o-rita in my hand, and the lines will get ridiculous later on,” she tells you. “And this way we can save a table for our group.”

“Y-yeah,” you say softly as you continue to stare at her. “Just let me put on my shoes.”

She nods as she leans against the doorframe and watches. Then, you give her a nod, make sure you have your lipgloss and keycard, and head out.

When you get down there, she immediately heads towards the bar and quickly returns with two drinks in hand. She hands one to you, and the two of you clink your glasses together. You take a nice swig of it in hopes of relaxing. By the time the rest of your group joins you, both of you are on your second drink.

“You two are here early,” Barbara notes as she looks between the two of you. “Are we interrupting something?”

Melissa rolls her eyes. “We got here a little early to get a table.”

“You both look so nice!” Janine grins from next to her work mother.

You smile at her politely. “You as well.”

“I never really took you for a gym rat, although I suppose I should’ve,” Gregory chuckles. “Damn.”

“Seriously,” Jacob eyes you. “In the most gay way possible, I am looking respectfully.”

“What’s your workout routine?” Gregory asks you.

Happy to talk about anything other than work, you begin to list off the various leg exercises you do. Almost everyone is hanging onto your every word. At least that’s what it looks like. They’re all looking at you like you’re a star- all except the one you want to be looking at you: Melissa. She instead picking at her nails and sipping at her drink. The truth of it is, she is also listening to every word, and she’s beginning to get jealous of the way that everyone is ogling you and your legs. She doesn’t want that to show.

When you’re finished, she bites back a laugh. “Guess we skip arm days?”

“Don’t let the outfit fool you,” you chuckle. “My arms may look small, but they’re defined.”

“Compared to your legs,” she rolls her eyes.

“I could bench you,” you laugh back. “Heels and all.”

“Now that is something that I would love to see,” Barbara chuckles. She ignores the death glare your redheaded coworker sends her way.

“You will not,” Melissa states. “Not in this dress.”

“Maybe I’ll just do some bicep curls with you in my arms then,” you challenge her.

“I doubt you could,” she bites out. “Not with those chicken arms.”

You roll your eyes. “One of these days, you’ll see.”

“Sure I will.”

She continues to push your buttons throughout the night, and with the alcohol that you’ve taken in, she teases you.

“Couldn’t press me now, could you?”

“I could press you up against a wall,” you flirt shamelessly, liquid courage acting as your friend.

Her cheeks turn a violent shade of pink, and you grin.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you smirk. “I meant that I could squat against the wall and lift you up over my head.”

“That is not what you meant, and you know it,” she scolds you.

You shrug your shoulders innocently. “You’ll never know what I meant, now will you?”

After another round of drinks, she’s still teasing you. You finally decide that you want to put her incessant comments to and end. So, you sweep her off of her feet, heels and all. You make sure that her dress is appropriate before doing a few bicep curls with her in your arms.

She’s stunned, to say the least.

And then, with one little jerk, she’s up over your head. You bring her back down to your arms and hold her there.

“You ready to shut up yet?” you tease her, looking down at her lips.

Her eyes are wide and clearly impressed. She can’t even find the words right now.

“You ready?” you ask again.

She just nods her head, and you set her back down on her feet. You keep an arm around her until she’s found her footing again.

“That was really hot,” Jacob states. You jump slightly, not realizing he was there. “In the least creepy way possible. I had no idea you were that strong.”

“Most people don’t,” you chuckle as you down the rest of your drink. You wink at Melissa as you make your way over to the bar. “I got the next round. Another math-o-rita?”

She nods again as she makes her way back to your table. Barbara is sitting there with a smirk. “She put on quite the show.”

The redhead’s eyes linger on you as you stand at the bar and try to get the attention of the bartender. “Yeah,” she hums noncommittally.

“Girl, when are you just going to ask her out?” the kindergarten teacher asks.

That pulls Melissa out of her trance. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve seen the way you stare at her and the pep in your step when your kids have gym,” Barbara snorts. “Even in just her joggers and Abbott sweatshirt. You like her.”

“I mean, yeah… she’s a nice woman,” the second grade teacher tries to brush off her friend’s assumption.

“No, you like her.”

“So what if I do?” Melissa asks as she folds her arms over her chest. “There ain’t no way she would ever like me back.”

“She’s been practically drooling over you since she saw you in your swimsuit earlier today, and she’s currently buying you a drink,” Barbara laughs.

“We’ve bought each other drinks before.”

“But I don’t drool over you in a bathing suit, and I know you don’t drool over me,” the kindergarten teacher snorts. “Just ask her out.”

“Maybe when I’m sober,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

You start to make your way back over, and the redhead can’t help the way that she watches your hips sway.

“You’re drooling,” Barbara nudges her friend.

“Shut up,” Melissa laughs. She takes the drink that you offer her with a grin. The two of you raise your glasses in a toast before you link arms and chug.

You wipe the liquid that had made its way around your mouth with a chuckle. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll still be able to lift ya, no problem.”

You wrap your arm around her waist and squeeze her hip gently, the liquid courage once again taking over.

She blushes, but she quickly gets swept away by Derek, challenging her to yet another math-o-rita chugging challenge.

That leaves you and Barbara sitting at the table together.

“So,” the kindergarten teacher nudges you. “When are you gonna make a move on that redhead you were curling earlier?”

You raise a brow. “What do you mean?”

“When are you gonna ask her out? I heard you tell her you could press her up against a wall, and you and I both know you didn’t mean that in an innocent way,” she chuckles.

You shrug. “Maybe when I’m positive she likes me. I ain’t about to make a fool out of myself and then have to work with her.”

“I think she made it pretty clear she likes you with the way she’s been practically undressing you with her eyes all night,” the kindergarten teacher tells you. 

You laugh. “No she hasn’t.” When she raises a brow and hits you with the trademarked Barbara Howard look, you sigh. “Okay, maybe when we’re both sober… if I can ever work up the nerve.”

“Just give it some thought, sweetheart,” Barb tells you. “Melissa… she’s a tough cookie, but she’s got the biggest heart I know of, and as much as she tries not to, she wears it on her sleeve.”

You nod thoughtfully before smiling. “You think she’d say yes to a date with me?”

“No question,” your colleague tells you.

You think on it for a second, and you go to speak again- to tell Barbara that you might just ask her tonight- when you hear Melissa loudly calling your name.

“Hun! I need a cheerleader so I can absolutely kick Derek’s ass again!”

You look over in her direction and raise a brow, questionably.

“Please, babe!”

Oh, you know she’s so drunk. You can’t ask her out on a date, a serious one, when she’s as hammered as she is. You roll your eyes playfully but saunter over.

She slings an arm around your waist before she gets another drink. Without any hesitation, she chugs the entirety of it before Derek can finish even half of his. You’re impressed to say the least. After she slams down the empty glass to prove she’s finished, she kisses your cheek in celebration.

Not that either of you know it, but Barbara has a video of it.

It’s a bit longer before the two of you finally decide to retire to your rooms for the night… you’re both quite a bit intoxicated, and the redhead practically hangs off of you as you help her down the hall.

Of course, when you go to turn to your own room, she grabs your arm. “Come in?”

“Yeah, I can,” you tell her gently. “Just let me change, and I’ll be over.”

She gives you her best puppy dog eyes, but you insist. “Mel, I really don’t want to be in this dress longer than I have to be.”

“But you look… stunning.”

“While I appreciate the compliment, I would like to get comfortable.”

She relents and turns into her own room. When you knock on her door again, she’s still in her dress though, with the sweetest frown on her face.

“I can’t get out of this,” she tells you. “Stupid zipper.”

You enter her room before spinning her around gently. You unzip it with ease.

“Jeez, take me out on a date before you start undressing me,” she quips teasingly.

You see the opportunity in front of you, and you take it. “How about tomorrow at seven?”

“Only if you show up with those legs out again,” she flirts back.

“It’s a date.”

The two of you spend a few hours chatting and having a few more drinks in her room- beers she brought with her to pre-game before your really do head back to your room to get some much needed sleep.

As you pull the blankets around you, you smile to yourself. You know that she isn’t going to remember you asked her out tonight, but you think that you have the courage to do it again sober now.

The next morning comes, and Melissa comes out of her room with her hood up, sunglasses over her eyes, and she’s drinking Pedialyte through a straw as she wheels her luggage out.

You roll your eyes at her fondly. “Hey there,” you greet her, entirely too perky for her liking at this hour and in her state.

“How are you not dying?” she asks.

You smirk. “I didn’t have a chugging challenge with Derek last night.”

“Eh, worth it to keep my title,” she shrugs.

“You better rally for tonight. You have a date.”

“What?” she lowers her sunglasses so you can see the shock in her eyes.

You smirk. “You have a date… with me.”

The smiles that she breaks out into could light up all of Philly alone. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

With that, you leave her to continue to nurse the hangover for the car ride home with Barbara as you race off to check out of the hotel and head home. You have a date to plan.

Melissa waits down in the lobby for Barbara to finish packing up her weekend bags. When the kindergarten teacher comes over, the redhead, although clearly hungover, is deep in her own thoughts. 

“What’s got you looking like smoke is about to come out of your head this early in the morning?”

“I have a date with Y/N tonight.”

“About damn time,” Barbara smiles. “Let’s get you home so you can nurse that hangover and be ready for her.”

[soft-girl-musings]

An Unexpected Proposition (pt. 1)

based on this prompt from @imaginexhobbit, previously submitted under @jawn-i-made-coffee

cross-posted to ao3

part 2

Kíli x fem!Reader

tags: mentions of blood/injury, Reader is described as tall (by human standards), Y/N is used

wc: 1,615

fic summary: An injured dwarf appears on your doorstep. Do you grant him sanctuary on this stormy night?

A/N: posting this is totally self-indulgent and very out of left field for this blog but idc, we just reached 800 ao3 hits on this bad boy (some days we blog for the younger self anyway). I submitted this from my high school blog and revamped it in 2020, might flesh it out beyond pt 2 if the muse strikes.

Thunder and lightning seem to battle for superiority in the storm, chasing heavy torrents North. The evening is dark and damp, but you don’t mind. Your cottage is as safe a haven as any. You sit before your hearth, fire blazing as you bury yourself beneath several blankets, a mug of tea warming your lap. Nothing could ruin your cozy evening alone.

As if on cue, a brilliant flash of lightning illuminates the windows. A bloodied man’s face is pressed against the glass, his lips moving incoherently. You stifle a scream. In an instant you have your sword in hand and cloak about your shoulders, ready to face your intruder. Throwing the door open, you strike a defensive stance and scan the property. To your right, you see that it is no man at all, but a dwarf bleeding out in your garden. Dark hair clings to his face, bruised and battered. Blood marrs his complexion as rainwater drenches him. Before you can speak, the dwarf doubles over and begins to heave into your prized rose bush. You grimace.

"Please," he rasped, "please, I ask for sanctuary." His knees give way with the last syllable. You manage to catch him before he falls into the mud.

"I’ve got you, sir dwarf." Propping him up, you guide him inside. "Poor thing, you're soaked to the bone."

His small frame would not have been so heavy if not for his copious belongings. The dwarf seemed to have packed for a long journey, which had somehow led him to your door. You stumble over to the kitchen and deposit him in a chair, his head lolling to one side. You pour a cup of water and help him drink.

“Thank you,” he manages to rasp after downing a second glass. Life seemed to be returning to him already. “I do not mean to be a bother.”

You tilt your head quizzically. “If anyone’s bothered, sir dwarf, it’s you. Come, let me help you--” you assist him in his efforts to remove his belongings from his weary shoulders. He shivers fiercely, but does not refuse your help.

You notice how cold and pale he is. “Best not to strain yourself… let me start a bath for you. Your wounds need to be cleaned before they are dressed.”

You hand him a blanket and lead him to a partition in the next room. “Here, you can wrap yourself in this while I start the water.” The dwarf removes his outer layers and complies, his dark eyes never leaving you as you begin the tedious task of hauling numerous pots of hot water to the tub.

“Why are you helping me?” he finally asks, his face growing more puzzled with each trip you make.

You stop in your tracks, offering a shrug. “Because you asked.”

With that, you leave him to his bath.

You gather the dwarf’s wet clothing and lay each article in front of the still-warm stove. On the other side of the table lay his daypack and weapons. You hadn’t taken the time to inspect them before: the dwarf had been carrying archery equipment, numerous knives, and a shortsword. You examine each piece with reverence. The dwarves were renowned for their craftsmanship in the forges, but you had never seen proof of their handiwork until this moment. The blades were smaller than any you were used to, expertly fashioned with intricate detail.

"Like what you see, then?"

You jump at the sudden voice, dropping a knife. The dwarf had come out dressed in the shirt and trousers you had laid out for him. He stands by the fire, drying his hair.

"I was just admiring your weapons, sir-"

"Kíli."

You nod. "(Y/N)." You notice the color has already returned to his skin and his cuts were clean. He had looked much worse before; in the light of the fire, he was almost handsome. "Feeling any better?"

"Oh, loads. I cannot thank you enough for taking me in." He grins, and you can’t help but follow suit.

"What were you doing out there? Facing that storm as you were seemed like a deathwish."

"I had the misfortune of running into some bad company at your tavern." His body fell heavily into a chair by the fireplace.

"I'm afraid the locals do not take kindly to dwarves," you say with an apologetic smile, standing to join him in your earlier seat. "What are you doing so far West? Your people are native to the mountains, I was led to believe."

You realize how young the dwarf was when his face breaks out in another eager grin. "I'm on a quest. I was on my way to Hobbiton."

You lean forward, intrigued. "The Shire? What kind of quest concerns the halflings?"

Kíli tells you of his Uncle's plan to reclaim Erebor for the dwarves. He makes sure to highlight how dangerous the task may prove to be. You try to hide your amusement, but your shaking shoulders and involuntary simper do not escape your companion's eye.

Kíli crosses his arms. "Is something funny?"

You wipe a tear from your cheek. "I'm sorry, but you look like you've seen nary a battle in all your days."

"What, like you have, lass?" he scoffs, nodding toward your sword propped by the door. "I'll bet you've never laid a hand on that weapon of yours until tonight."

Your expression darkens. "Watch your words, sir dwarf. I have seen and spilt more blood than you would care to believe."

Kíli shrinks back in his chair. "Y-yeah? When?" Even under correction, his excitement could not be diminished.

You tell him of your past days as a soldier. Having always been tall for your age, you had cut your hair and enlisted in a male disguise when you were barely sixteen. You regale him with tales of the lands you had seen and battles you fought as a young woman among hardened men. The fading storm is the perfect backdrop for your stories; in truth, it had been a long time since you'd been able to talk about your fighting days, and you revel in the drama of the moment. Kíli clings to your every word, apparent awe and admiration dancing across his features. Many hours and cups of tea pass between you before you conclude your saga, the fire having long since died down.

You yawn. Dawn was but a few hours away. "It's late. You must leave in the morning, I assume?"

"Yes, I have to get back on the road."

You stand and stretch your aching muscles. "We should both get to bed, then. I have an extra room you're welcome to." You hold out your hand. "Goodnight, Kíli."

Kíli rises and takes your hand, but instead of shaking it as you intended, he leans forward and kisses the back of it. Your face grows warm at the surprising softness of his lips. "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

He turns to leave, but stops and looks back at you.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you leave that kind of life? You spoke so fondly of your time in service."

You give a sad smile. "Let’s just say it wasn’t by choice." You begin to walk to your bedroom, but Kíli grabs your hand as you pass.

"If you had the chance, would you go back?"

You squeeze his hand and wink. "In a heartbeat."

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"What's all this, then?" You laugh. From the looks of it, Kíli had been cooking a small feast since before dawn.

"Good morning, my lady!" Kíli wipes his hands on a cloth and bows with great bravado. "I hope you don't mind me raiding your larder. I wanted to express my gratitude for your generosity." He takes your hand and leads you to the head of the table, fixing your plate once you sit down.

"You really didn't have to do this."

"Ah, 'course I did! I'd have drowned if it wasn't for you."

You spend the morning laughing and eating your way through the meal with Kíli, realizing how much you will miss his company in the days ahead. He’s been a refreshing change of pace for the simple monotony you’d build for yourself. As you wash the dishes after your meal, you notice he is dressed in his clothes from last night, weapons and bag secured to his back.

"All set, then?" You know your face betrays you, but you don’t care if he knows how sad you are. You had gained a friend last night.

"Not quite." He practically bounds up to your side, that familiar grin plastered onto his features. "I have something to ask of you."

You set down the plate you had been scrubbing. "And what's that?"

"Will you join me? On my quest, I mean?" His face is radiant with expectation and excitement.

You busy yourself with another dish, shaking your head. “Kíli, I’m not quite sure what to say-"

"Say yes! (Y/N), you told me yourself that you missed your old life. This would be the perfect chance for you to reclaim it!"

Despite all logic, you realize how right he is. Some small but powerful part of you had longed to be on the road with him when he spoke to you last night. You knew it was rash, but your heart was already pumping from the mere mention of excitement, aching to get out in the world once more. The quiet life you had been leading was nice, but it paled in comparison to the journey Kíli now offered. You craved adventure. When else would you have the opportunity to taste it?

"I'll have my things packed within the hour."

__________

A/N: you ever feel an old hyperfixation staring you down, threatening to return if you look at it too long? that might be happening again. only time will tell.

tysm for reading!

[lipstickstainedreid]

Jet nap, Spencer Reid oneshot

First oneshot i wrote, I also just got my wisdom tooth taken out so I might be delirious rn

fluffy oneshot, no cw, sfw

1429 words

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It was a long couple of days figuring out the last case. Finally, you are in the comfortable seats of the jet. You sit down on the grey couch and stretch your legs. Jawing you realise just how tired you are. 

Morgan, Prentis and JJ are already deep in conversation sitting at the table. 

Hotch and Rossi swiftly follow. Rossi quickly sits down to scribble something in his notebook while Hotch goes to tell the pilot to take off. 

Reid comes in last, he seems deep in thought. His eyes snap up to yours. You give him a small smile. His long legs clad in dark brown pants stride the short distance across the plane. 

“May I?” He points to the empty seat on the couch beside you. 

You nod stifling another jawn. 

As he sits down you notice the small distance between you. The soft brush of his knee against yours sends small tingles down your spine. 

Reid bends down to rummage through his leather bag. A red paperback is fished from the satchel. He scooches a little to get comfortable and opens the book. 

You can practically feel the heat from his body with how close he is sitting. He has to be doing this on purpose you think to yourself. Of course, he could just not be noticing it. But a guy like Spence? who is so aware of germs and won’t let anybody share his drink. It is almost suspicious. 

“Whatcha reading?” 

“Hm?” The boy next to you furrows his brown turning to you. 

“Sign Of Four from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.”

You reach out your hand. He marks the page before passing you the book. You look at the cover and read the back. 

“Looks cool.”

He gives you a little nod. Usually, you guys can talk for hours about anything and everything but there is a blanket of tiredness falling over the entire jet now that you’ve taken off. Even the trio at the table is simmering down. 

Reid opens the book again, but, you interrupt. “Spence, can I read with you? I didn’t bring anything.” You smile apologetically. 

He gives you a little confused look. 

You practically melt at how sweet he looks. His hazel eyes studying your face, trying to find out if you’re serious.

He is a colleague, you have to find a way to get rid of this crush. Ever since you started at the BAU the tall man caught your attention. Sure, it was awkward at first. He barely talked to you. Over time you slowly warmed up to you and you now consider him one of your best friends. 

Still, he is your coworker and you can’t have a crush on him. Especially not when you work with the best profilers in the country. How nobody mentioned it to you yet is a wonder. 

Reid seems to have made up his mind. 

“Yeah of course.” His voice slightly cracks near the end of his sentence. He gulps and moves as close as possible without actually touching you. He moves his arms so the book is now held between you two. 

“Thanks!” You smile gratefully at him and you are sure a small blush is creeping up his face that wasn’t there before. 

You turn back to face the book. 

Just before you can read a full sentence the page gets turned. You quickly pick up reading but before you’re even halfway through the page Spencer does it again.

“Spence…” You sigh “Can you please wait a little before turning the page?”

“But I finished reading it?”

“Yeah I know but, I need a little bit longer. Not everybody is a super genius” You joke. 

Both of you start to read the next page and you can tell Reid is waiting longer for you to finish. You give him a little hum of acknowledgement so that he can turn the page.

You two keep reading about the adventures of Sherlock Homes. 

Your eyes start feeling heavy. You lazily keep reading the words while slumping a little into the couch. 

Detective Holmes is running around the streets of London, looking for clues. The sound of his dress shoes echoing in the small alleyway. You halt mid-alley when the man in front of you does too. Sherlock bends down to pick something up. 

“Is she asleep?”

You hear the voice clear as day, except the mouth of the detective didn’t move.

“I…” 

You look around trying to figure out who’s talking.

“I think so, she just put her head down.”

Wait, you know that voice. That’s Reid. 

You slowly open your eyes, blinking against the light. 

“Pretty boy getting some action.” Morgans's voice taunts the young doctor.

You lift your head, rubbing your eyes. 

“Hey,”  Spence softly says next to you, “we just landed.”

Once you fully sit up with your eyes open you can see Derek making kissing faces at Reid while he walks out. 

Everybody seemed to have already left. It is just you and Reid on the jet.

“Did I fall asleep?” You ask

Spencer chuckles a little, trying to put his hair behind his ear. “Yeah after about five minutes you passed out on my shoulder.”

Oh no, it was already bad enough that you couldn’t stop staring at Spencer, but this set in stone that you are way more into him than you should be as colleagues. Everybody on the plane saw it as well. You could already hear Derek bullying you. 

And poor Spence, he must’ve been so uncomfortable having you all against him. 

You can feel your entire body flushing red.

“Spencer, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

The man’s gaze softens.  “y/n it’s okay, you were tired.”

“I know, but still, I know how you don’t like people touching you.” You quickly start packing your stuff to leave. 

“Really y/n I didn’t mind,” He looks away nervously “Some people I like having closer than others.” 

“That’s sweet Spence.” You smile at him when he looks back at you. 

You both get up to leave the jet. Even though Spencer was okay with everything. You still couldn’t really ignore what Derek was saying. Why was he making kissing noises at you? 

it probably would be best to let it be, still, some insecurities came up. 

“What was Morgan talking about?” You ask while making your way to the bullpen to get your last stuff. 

Spencer looks like he saw a ghost. 

“Oh..erm,” He starts fixing his clothes. “Nothing really… he was making a joke.”

His nervousness gives you a little hope. Maybe you can push him a little further.

“What about?”

You see the man next to you gulp. “About someone, he knows I like, but we don’t need to talk about it it’s not like she would like me anyway and even if she did it wouldn’t be responsible because…” He starts to ramble.

“Spence,” you chuckle a little while you grab his arm. He stops walking in the middle of a hallway. The taller man is looking everywhere except at you. His cheeks and ears flushed red. 

Could this really be, you think to yourself, the doctor Spencer Reid has a crush on you, Y/n Y/l/n?

You’re stomach is doing flips, but you need to be sure before you not only put your friendship but also potentially your job on the line.

“Why wouldn’t it be responsible?” You coo, eyes fluttering up at him.

“Well, according to FBI regulations, two agents can only be in a relationship if they share the same position. So, that results in not being able to get promoted. That is not even considering what would happen to the team if you didn’t like me back. 

Your chest erupts into butterflies when you hear the last sentence. Reids' eyes widen when he realises what he said. He is about to start to ramble again. 

You stand on your tiptoes and grab his shirt to pull him down a little. You press your lips on him to shut him up. 

His hands slowly make their way to your waist. It’s a little awkward and sweet. Just like Spencer. Fireworks erupt in your chest. You pull away a little.

“I like you too Spence.” You murmur against his lips. You feel him smile against your lips as he kisses you again. 

You didn’t expect your first kiss with Spencer to be in the middle of a hallway in the FBI building, but with him it’s perfect.

[cleverchildblizzard]

"The Ghettobot Brawl"

This will be a mini series following the events of the Pico 2 demo (and my own twists and turns to it!) I have put my own Pico's School oc into the story! Along with @myvirtuallove 's Pico's School oc Koko!

A quick notice: since the Pico 2 demo is well..a demo,it was never finished,so I will be adding my own additions to this little story! If you'd like to share your little theories on what could happen next in the Pico 2 demo,go ahead! I'd love to hear everyone's opinions!

Hope you all enjoy!

As the sun shone over the windows of Philadelphia School,the warm morning scent filling the streets,Pico once again found himself sitting in the classroom.Throwing his arms over his head,he let out a tired yawn before falling back into his seat; the other three matching his reduced energy.

The teacher however seemed ecstatic,clasping his hands together as he piped up,much to their disappointment.

"Great news class!" He begun,gauging the students reactions. "We've found new students to replace the ones that died last week!"

Nene frowned at the news,sinking into her seat. "Only a week for nearly getting my head shot off? Gimme a break." She scoffed,crossing her arms,a giggle escaping Koko's lips.

The teachers' ears fell deaf to Nene's negativity as his hand reached for the door handle,grasping it with a tight grip.

"As part of the McGibbles' Kids program,we are bussing in students from the ghetto!" The teacher explained,pausing momentarily. "North Philly,to be exact."

His moustache wriggled as a smile grew on his face.Pulling on the door,he happily announced, "Now they'll finally get the opportunity they deserve! Say hello to your new classmates!"

And with that said,the students in question stepped into the class,and the four straightened up,each of them holding linked curiosity.A frown etched across Pico's face as he pulled out his gun,Darnell whirling his head around at the sound of a gun loading.

"Wow,that gun is crunk!" He grinned,examining the gun with a keen eye.Pico puffed out uis chest,his smile growing at the compliment.

"Thanks! I found it in the janitors closet when goth kids were trying to take over the school." He chuckled a bit. "Can't believe we only got three days off for that!"

"For real!" Darnell agreed,kicking his legs.

Pico's hand hovered over the trigger as he and the arsonist eyes the new students.Darnell narrowed his eyes,leaning closer to the ginger.

"Yo,Pico,check out this shiznit..." Darnell pointed to the students standing by the teacher. "Those kids aren't from North Philly.They're from some sort of space jawn!" He added,stiffling a chuckle from Pico's gasp as the boy leaned back in the chair,mouth slightly agape.

"Woah...you serious 'Nell?" Pico asked,Darnell nodding his head as he eyed the students again.

"No doubt,ya see..."

[Flashback]

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"Last night me and my bogs were just chillin' up Broad Street..."

"Gee,school been sending a shit ton of homework!" Darnell groaned,leaning against the wall as his thumb traced patterns on his lighter.The others hummed in agreement,one of them looking up at the stars the night sky had to offer,squinting their eyes.

"Guys,that the fuck is that?" They commented,causing Darnell and the other two to follow their gaze up into the sky.Admist all the shining stars,a small green light flickered as it flew across the town.Smiling,Darnell took out his gun.

"Let's shoot it down boys!" Darnell declared,already aiming his gun as the rest of the gang followed.Bullets flew as the spaceship came crashing down,smoke spewing out of it.Drawing closer,Darnell and the gang took a look at the fallen aircraft.

"Is that..a spaceship?" One questioned,kicking at some rubble as they leaned down to get a closer look.The others shrugged,all of their head moving in synch as they heard noises coming within the spaceship.

As the smoke cleared,out came three individuals; who didn't seem to have any resemblance to the stereotyped aliens.Darnell raised an eyebrow,pointing at the trio.

"You three..what are you?" Darnell asked,but all he got was silence.Another member of the gang stepped up,pointing at the mysterious strangers.

"You boys don't look like youz from around hizza! Where you reprezentin?" The member demanded,crossing his arms.One of the trip finally spoke up,his fingers tapping his cane with growing impatience.

"Scuze us,sukas! We'z on our way to the west side." He announced,his thick accent echoing throughout the once empty street. "The names' Leroy,and you boys are-"

"Bullshit!" Another member declared. "You be steppin in the wrong part of town!" He said,holstering his gun.Leroy only let put a hearty laugh.

"You gonna have to pay a protection fee if you wanna get outta this hood alive!" The other added,loading his gun.

Leroy scoffed, "We don't need no protection from no jive turkeys!" clapping his hands,Leroy turned to one of the two members. "Roc,pay their toll!"

The one named Roc grunted in agreement,stomping over to Darnell,towering over the smaller man's frame.In one swift punch,Darnell was sent flying,letting out a yelp as his body came in contact with the wall.

The other members of the gang watched in shock as Darnell slowly slid down the wall,his body hitting the floor with a soft thud.Leroy smirked triumphantly,walking past the remaining members of the gang,Roc and José following suit.José stepped forward menacingly towards the gang,before quickly following the others;yet remained blind to the gang members flipping him off as he left.

[End of flashback]

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Pico blinked,his eyes slowly widening with fear.

"These guys sound pretty badass!" The ginger muttered,lowering his gun slightly. "I bet the aliens have sent them after me!" He added,rubbing the back of his head.

Darnell's brows furrowed,determination etched across his features. "If you've got aliens jawns after you,then we better get you prepared. Let's hit the playground! I got the perfect guy for the job!"

□

[Meanwhile...]

Staring at the sky adorned with planets and stars,the alien turned to his servant. "Have the Ghettobots been deployed in Pico's school?" It questioned,its hands behind it's back as it awaits an answer.

The servant nodded,pointing to the screen. "Yes sir," They said sternly. "They should be upon him this very minute."

A soft hum escaped the aliens lips as they walked up to the control panel. "Excellent. We can not have that little brat interfering with out new plans." Their fingers danced along the keyboard,drawing a small screen as it displayed the school.

"The humans will soon fear their own kind like never before,and earth will be primed for our rule!" It cackled,slamming it's fists on the control panel,the servant cackled with them.

Ceasing it's laughter,the alien straightened up,turning to the servant.

"Contact the Ghettobots,it is time for the second phase of our plan." It ordered,the alien quickly obeying and scurrying off down the hall.

The alien turned back to the screen,which showed Pico walking onto the playground.

"Just you wait,Pico,I have a great surprise you are bound to never forget."

□

[Back in Pico's school]

"So...you tellin me that some aliens,from outer space are after Pico?" Koko questioned,Darnell humming in agreement as he smiled at her.

"That's right! And your the perfect girl to help!" Darnell said happily,patting Koko's shoulder,earning a chuckle from the girl.

"Alright then," she said,cracking her knuckles. "Let's get down to business!"

Scouting the playground,Koko pointed to Timmy,who sat alone on a bench,staring at the ground.Pico groaned,turning back to the other two.

"Don't tell me I have to-"

"Of course! You can barely hold eye contact with Timmy anyway!" Koko retorted,crossing her arms with smile.Darnell chuckled,leaning against a tree as he slipped on another kneepad.

"C'mon Pico! Your always so shy n non-confrontational with people! Just try goin' over there to have a chat with Timmy!" Darnell urged,Koko nodding.With a sigh,Pico trudged over to Timmy,sitting down next to him.Timmy snapped his head to the ginger,a smile forming on his face.

"Oh heya Pico! I was in the class next to you,you remember that! I only survived the whole thing cause I wasn't in! My parents thank God and think I'm special cause of it,can you belive that!" Timmy rambled,adding to Pico's nervousness.

"Wow,awesome." He said dryly,quickly sitting up and speedwalkinf away from the blonde. "See you around." Pico called over his shoulder,Timmy waving goodbye as his eyes found their way to the ground; once again.

Rushing back to the two kids,Pico let put a sigh as Koko patted his back.

"See,was that so hard?" Koko giggled,observing the ginger's solemn attitude. "Now that that's over,time for more physical stuff!" She announced,stepping aside as Darnell walked forward,his body adorned with armor.

"Y'know Pico,somtimes there are conflicts you can't settle with words!" Darnell said,as Koko smiled brightly.

"When that happens,you need some fancy fistwork!" She grinned,punching the air for emphasis.Darnell grinned,pointing at himself.

"Let see what you got! Take a few strikes at me,this umpire uniform can withstand a speeding car!" Darnell declared,smirking through the mask.

Pico sighed,putting his fists up as he approached the arsonist.His fists connected with the armour,each punch sending Darnell a few steps back.Koko observed,tapping her chin as Pico came to a stop.

"Not bad!" She commented,clapping her hands together. "But I would hit the gym after school and work on the heavy bag for while,to give you more chances at no getting your ass beat!" She added,crossing her arms with a smirk as Pico deadpanned.

"Right! It'll be good to know that you aren't always relying on that damn gun." A moment of silence fills the three as Darnell's eyes light up. "Speaking of which,how are you with that thingm I never see you without it! Take a few shots,would ya! This hunk of a thing is bullet proof!" He declared,banging his fist against the armour.

Shrugging,Pico brought out his trusty gun,pointing at a area of the rusty armour,pulling the trigger as the bullet came in contact with the the armour.Yet Darnell remained unharmed,smiling proudly as Koko and Pico clapped.

"Well,well,well! Lookie what we got in here!" A voice rang out through the playground as Leroy stepped forward,a smug grin on his face as his trialed over Darnell's armour. "Wutz this,beat on jive turkey week?" He added,José letting out a small chuckle as Leroy turned to Roc.

"I think we need another go at it! Whattaya say,Roc!" Leroy grinned devilishly as Roc grunted,walking over to Darnell.Taking a look at the armour,Roc raised his fist,only to pause momentarily.

Slamming his fist against the armour,Darnell was sent flying,the armour breaking mid impact as he tumbled into the grass,a weak groan escaping his lips.Koko and Pico watched in shock,Koko's eye twitching,as well as her fists clenching as she turned to the Ghettobots.

"You buncha bullies! I oughta-"

Pico grabbed Koko's shoulder,shaking his head.Leroy rolled his eyes,pointing his cane towards the remaining two.

"Don't think we ain't saving no live for you,Pico! Thatz right,we knows all abouts you!" Larey warned,slamming his cane onto the ground once again as he turned to leave.

"Why don't you come visit us sometime in West Philly? That is,if you want your jive turkey friend to live!" He added,cackling ahead and his gang walked of.Koko gritted her teeth in anger as Darnell trudged back towards her and Pico.

"That shit was rough,I think I shit my pants!" Darnell complained,holding her stomach where Roc had punched him. "Let's get outta here!"

○

Setting foot outside of the school,Darnell,Pico and Koko all rested by the wall,catching their breath.

"Those guys really mean business,Koko breathed out,the other boys nodding in agreement.

"We're gonna need backup! Pico,you should get Destiny,she'll be a big help!" Darnell suggested,the ginger nodding as he stood up,pointing at Koko and Darnell.

"We'll meet at your house 'Nell! Koko,you get Nene!" Pico ordered,Koko nodding.

"I'm gonna run to North Philly and tell my dad about this!" Darnell said,Koko grinning.

"I'll come with you once I get Nene!" Koko added,Darnell's smile softening as he turned to her.

"Cool," he muttered. "Let's getta move on!"

And with that,the gang split up,each heading to designated spots.Pico sprinted down the streets,running last the bustling streets of Philly and turning corners.He then found himself standing in front of Philadelphia Boarding School,the massive building looming over him.

Now he just needed to get to Destiny! How hard could that be?

To be continued...

♤

Uuggghhh finally! I finished it!! The next chapter will mainly be focused on Destiny as she and Pico find out a way to get the Ghettobots of his back!

........... @myvirtuallove you know what will happen to destiny pookie 🤭

[tanktopgallavich]

Weekly Tag Wednesday 💫

Thank you so much for the tags @deedala and @lingy910y 💕

Name: ri

Where in the world are you?  pennsylvania at the moment

Do you have a favorite towel? i love my huge blue beach towel 💙 

Can you skip rocks? i think i can, but haven't done it in years

Tell me about a weird slang term from your area: editing because i thought it said *for your area,* but it says *from your area*

since i'm right outside of philly right now, i'll share theirs. people here use "jawn" to replace random words which is hella confusing lol. my favorite slang is "wit" which means that you want onions on your cheesesteak 😋

Favorite toast topping: butter 🧈 

Thoughts on bread pudding: not for me, thanks

City or country living? absolutely the city! i do enjoy spending time in the country for a bit, but i am most at home in cities

How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? texting with friends, reading books i love, watching my favorite shows, looking at memes

Are you a pessimist or an optimist? a bit of both, i guess.

Can I tag you in random stuff? absolutely!

tagging @francesrose3, @juliakayyy, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @michellemisfit, @gallawitchxx, @vintagelacerosette, @transmickey, @heymrspatel, @mikhailoisbaby, @celestialmickey, @whatthebodygraspsnot

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 64- Sweet 18

Chapter Summary: BTS attend the Melon Music Awards. Jennie turns 18. An uninvited guest visits Jennie as all hell breaks loose

Words: 10,000+

Author's Note: Fluff! And protective Yoongi and Jungkook! There is some angst in this near the end regarding diet and weight. Kindly let me know if I need to be more specific for angst warnings to make sure no one is uncomfortable! :)

----- “Oh dear, the guys are at it again, huh?” Hayoon asked, taking a seat next to Jennie with the rest of the GFriend members. 

They all decided to have breakfast together and catch up on what was going on in their lives. Jen had just informed them about the chaos that happened and she still was feeling some type of way.

“Yes! Oh my God! They threw up on my Nikes! Nikes! Of all things. I wouldn’t have cared if it was something else but my Nikes!? I was irate.” Jen exclaimed.

“And I’m sure some of those pairs are limited edition and can’t be replaced huh?” Sowon asked “Loving my fashion and all, I understand how you feel.”

“A few were limited edition. And now they’re ruined. And one pair, my mom went through hell and back to get it for me because of the high demand! The one pair was the Nike Dunk Low Pro SB Paris and they’re impossible to find now and they threw up on them! I was one out of the 200 people to get them jawns! My mom told me that I wouldn’t be getting anything else for a couple of years after she bought those expensive shoes for me. Like y’all do not understand. I love my Nike sneakers. Those were some of the rarest sneakers out there! Now it’s ruined...”

“Listening to all that makes me upset. I wouldn’t want any of my items to get ruined like that. And something so rare, too? They better do something for you.” Sowon shook her head.

“They are just like I remembered. I wonder what they’re up to right now.” SinB pondered.

“Probably recovering from their headaches. I didn’t think they’d get that drunk. Sometimes you can’t leave those boys alone by themselves.” Jen said. “I love them. But I want to kill them.”

“Let’s just stay positive. Don’t worry. I know it’s upsetting but watch you get even better pairs than that.” Yuji responded. “Remember, always move forward.”

Jen sighed and nodded. “Yeah...I guess.”

“Jennie, we heard about Bangtan’s contract with Puma! We’re so happy for you.” Eunha beamed.

“Thanks...”

“Uh oh, you don’t seem so happy about Puma.” Yerin chimed in.

“It’s because she still wants to endorse for Nike.” Umji giggled.

Jen thought back to the day she found out about Puma.

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Jennie had walked into Bang PD’s office, meeting the members as they all sat around. She heard about a contract for a big brand and assumed that maybe, just maybe it would finally be the opportunity she had been praying about for years. Endorsing for Nike.

The members shot worried glances at her, tensed and anxious to see her reaction to what Bang PD had to say. 

Noticing, Jen called them out, “Okay don’t stare at me and not expect me to ask what is wrong.”

“Nothing, nothing.” Hobi shrugged.

“You sure? You good?” she looked around.

“Yeah, we’re great,” Jin added.

“Uh huh. Okay,” she responded, not convinced.

“Jennie, I’m glad you can join us. I called you all in here because we have a contract for you to sign, to endorse a big brand.” Bang PD mentioned.

“Oh my God...is it-is it Nike?” she covered her mouth as she felt her eyes begin to water.

“Uh...not quite.” he responded with an apologetic smile.

“Not quite...?” Jen felt her life get sucked out of her as soon as he said that. “Okay well, who are we endorsing?” she blinked the tears away, trying not to hide her disappointment.

“Puma!” he presented the contracts.

Staring at the contract, she started laughing. “Wait, wait, wait, Puma?” she pointed at the stack of papers.

“Yes!” Bang PD happily grinned.

“Puma?”

“Yes, Puma.”

“What about Nike?”

“Here we go...” Yoongi murmured while the members shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh, I have to water my plant. I’ll see you.” Jimin quickly got up.

“Sit down,” Jen ordered in a harsh tone. Jimin shrieked and quickly went back to his seat. “So, what about Nike? What is going on with Nike? Why not Nike? Nike is like, better! Nike is like, the best brand ever. Nike is my life.”

“I’m sorry, Jennie. They have not reached out to any of us for endorsements.” Bang PD explained.

“So, we’re not endorsing Nike?”

“No, we are not endorsing Nike.”

“And we’re endorsing Puma?”

“Yes, if you sign the contract.”

“No Nike?”

“No Nike, Jennie. I’m sorry.”

'Are you-are you kidding me?' She asked herself this, wondering why Nike wouldn’t let her endorse them. Was it because she wasn’t an athlete? Should she switch her profession to tennis to get an endorsement? Volleyball? Even running? 

“You’ll love it. Puma is a great brand.”

“Oh my God, Puma? PUMA!? No Nike? After I have been trying my hardest to get noticed by this damn company, they still won’t holler at me! I don’t understand why the world is against me and Nike.” she buried her face in her hands. She sighed and signed the contract. “All right, Puma it is. Let’s do this. Thank you. Maybe Nike will see how badass I look in the Puma merch and give me a call."

Bang PD laughed, while Namjoon explained, “ She’s grateful for this, don’t worry. It’ll just take some time but she’ll love Puma.”

“As expected. I knew she was going to react like this."

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“My mom always tells me that good things happen to those who wait and to just leave it up to God, so I’ll continue to just wait on it,“ Jen responded. “My time will come. Maybe it’s not my time yet to endorse Nike because there is a bigger opportunity out there waiting. I’ll probably look back at this and laugh.”

The next day, in a better mood thanks to the new pairs of Nikes from the members, Jen went to school, wearing one of the pairs. They were forgiven, for now until they mess up again.

“Class, for today, we have a special guest coming in to teach you a short routine.” the dance teacher announced. “Please show her the same respect as you give me and give her your undivided attention. Please welcome, Jennie.”

Walking in with a duffle bag, Jennie waved and bowed to everyone. An overwhelming sound of gasps, fanboying and fangirling filled the room because a BTS member would be dancing with them.

“Thank you for having me.” she beamed. “Are we ready to have some fun?”

“Yes!” she heard the overwhelming response which brought a smile to her face.

“Okay, let’s stretch.”

After stretching, some eager fans in the class asked her if they could take a photo with her. 

“Let’s get this dance down first. And after that, I’ll take a photo with you. This dance needs to be your top priority, okay?”

Once she demonstrated the dance while playing My Style by The Black Eyed Peas, the students watched, astonished, and intimidated at how fluid the dance was. Seeing their facial expressions through the mirror, she turned around after finishing and smiled in reassurance.

“I know it looks complex, but we will go through this step by step, taking all the time we need. Don’t panic, you will get through this and get it right. Now let’s get started.”

The freshmen truly appreciated how patient she was with them. She was a part of Big Hit, their choreography was always powerful and outstanding. Learning from her would benefit them in the long run.

“Make sure that every move connects. Don’t rush it.” she helped one student.

“Like this?” the student did the move again.

“It looks like you’re so eager to go to the next step that you don’t finish the previous move.”

“Ugh, I’m never going to get this.”

“Hey, it’s fine. I was like this too when I first started dancing. It’s okay. Let’s not think about speed. Let’s take it slow first and then increase our speed. Take your time.”

After a few more tries, the student got it right.

Once finishing teaching everyone the dance, Jen danced with them twice and then sat out to watch them perform. Her heart was filled with joy to see her finished product look so nicely done by the students.

“Yes! Great job everyone! You have worked hard!” she applauded and as promised, took photos with them.

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The Melon Music Awards approached fast as the members got ready for the event. With Jennie, the stylists were taking care of her hair and makeup after adjusting her long pink dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was in awe at the person staring back at her.

“WOW! I dunno how you stylists do it. You always know how to make me look good.” she spun around and checked out the dress. “I love this. This is so amazing, thank you.”

They all met up with the rest of the members who already had their attire for the red carpet.

“Okay, Jennie is all set. Are we ready to depart?” one stylist called out.

Jungkook turned his head in the direction of the stylist and noticed Jen’s dress. His eyes widened with his mouth agape. Blushing, he soon adjusted himself when he heard some of the staff members giggling at his reaction.

Jen noticed that each member had something pink on them to match with her. Jungkook and Jimin had pink ties, Jin and Yoongi had pink handkerchiefs, Taehyung had a pink bowtie and Namjoon and Hobi wore pink watches.

Jin turned around after getting his jacket adjusted and widened his eyes. “Oh no. No. Why this dress?”

“We thought this was the best one for Jennie.” some stylists tried to explain to him.

“Ahhhhh! Why are you growing up so fast for me?!” he complained, placing his hands on Jen’s shoulders as she laughed. “You were just sixteen! Look at how high the slit is! It’s showing so much leg! And is that a leg chain!? This is too sexy!”

“Keep a close distance with us. Heads will be turning to stare at you in that dress.” Namjoon added with a soft laugh.

Jen spun around to show off the dress. “Come on, you have to admit I look pretty awesome in this, thanks to the stylists.”

“Yes, you look beautiful. Just, growing into a beautiful young lady right before my eyes...I can’t handle it.” Jin began to tear up. 

Taehyung and Jimin started laughing at his overdramatic whining.

“Oh, my God...calm down,” Yoongi called out. “Stop whining. She looks great. The dress suits her anyway.”

Arriving at the event in a van, while it was raining, the security guards had umbrellas up to make sure none of the idols were wet from the weather. Jen was in the van with Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi, behind the van that had Jin, Jungkook, Rapmon, and Hobi. As soon as the door opened, Jin walked out first, commencing the ‘Car Door Guy’ nickname, as the fans began screaming.

Jen was the last one out of the van, getting help from Jimin and Yoongi, to make sure her dress was fine. After meeting up with the rest of the members, they walked down the red carpet, waving and smiling at the fans.

Her dress caught a lot of attention from everyone, including the leg chain on her exposed leg. She had wanted to start wearing more body jewelry and thankfully the stylists allowed her to. It would be a nice trend to start. As they stood to take photos while MCs, Seo Yuri and Heo Young Ji from KARA, talked about Bangtan, the members waved while the cameras kept flashing. Rapmon then talked on behalf of the group for a quick interview. Afterward, they were guided by security to head backstage.

Many idols were dressed in various suits and dresses in different colors and lengths. They all looked stunning to Jennie as she walked by, bowing to various people.

“Jennie! You look amazing!” Hayoon rushed up to her for a hug.

“Girl! So, do you too! Nice legs. I love the white on you.”

“Really? Thank you!”

When Jen saw G-Dragon, she had to hug him and catch up on everything that had been happening. She told him that she wasn’t nervous and was pumped for tonight. He had given her some advice on ways to relax when it came to performing on stage. She was always amazed at how YG Artists seemed so chill at award shows and all casual.

When taking her seat with the rest of the members, sitting between Rapmon and Yoongi, she regarded that GFriend was sitting behind Bangtan and Big Bang was sitting in front. When G-Dragon turned around, he met Jen’s gaze and they waved at each other.

“Ooh! Okay!” Jen grinned as she saw Wonho jump out on stage with a smirk on his face. 

The camera caught her numerous times jamming to Monsta X’s performance as fans called her a huge stan of theirs.

And as soon as they began to perform Hero, she got hyped and started singing along, “What, what, what, okay man, let’s go!”

As the performance went on, a camera showed Rapmon, Jen, Yoongi, and Jin. Jen and Yoongi were already lip-syncing along, so they immediately looked at the camera, getting even more hyper together. 

Best New Artist Award was up next and GFriend was up against some other girl groups. Jennie had her fingers crossed, obviously hoping that her friends would get this award. They deserved it. Everyone watched on, anticipating the results and before they knew it, GFriend appeared on the screen.

“Yasssss!” Jennie happily clapped. 

She turned around and stood up to applaud as she saw the members looking shocked and thrilled. GFriend began walking to the stage, bowing to everyone while Jen continued to cheer. 

“That is my best friend! My best friend! Yes, Hayoon! Yes! Strut!”

Hearing her cheer, Hayoon quickly ran up to hug her, tightly. 

“I can’t believe we won!” Hayoon exclaimed.

“I am so proud of you! Now get up there, this is your moment!” she let her go and watched her catch up with the other members.

Watching their acceptance speech, Jen had begun tearing up. They worked so hard for this. She was so proud. And then watching GFriend perform, Jennie couldn’t stop smiling. There were so many fancams of her jamming out to IKON’s performance as some fans wondered what it would be like to party with Jen because she was so lively during award shows while a majority of the idols just sat there, nodding to the beat.

Backstage, the members strolled to their dressing room to get changed for their performance. On her way to the dressing room, she bumped into Monsta X. 

“Yo! Your performance was friggin lit! Like wow! I‘m blown away. Amazing job, guys! Gotta go, bye!” she quickly told them before she had to rush to the dressing room. They had thanked her and told her they hoped to see her around to formally meet. 

Jen wasn’t feeling the outfit for the performance but it is what it is. She did think it was cool they were using LED gloves. She felt like Iron Man. Before they went on stage, they did last minute rehearsals. When they performed, everything went great and Jen loved the remix version of I Need U. The dance break, especially her facial expressions, showed more emotion this time for the song.

“It’s over! It’s over! Woo!” J-Hope yelled on camera as they walked backstage. 

Their performance went well after they prepared hard for it. Now they got to get back to their seats to enjoy the rest of the show. Throughout the show, the camera would focus on various idols. When the camera focused on Jennie yet again, she looked up at the screen to see herself. She smiled softly and turned to the camera, giving it a small wave. Fans were screaming loudly as soon as she popped up on the screen, cheering for Bangtan.

Later, they won Best Dance Performance which overwhelmed the members with joy. 

“GO JENNIE!” Hayoon yelled out of nowhere before shyly sitting back down after getting surprised stares.

She was so quiet, it amused and caught everyone off-guard to see her like this as she was so supportive of Jennie. Her sudden yell startled Jennie herself, and she let out a laugh, rushing over to give Hayoon a big hug.

“I love you!” she smiled and turned back to walk on stage, meeting with the rest of the group for their acceptance speech.

Once Bangtan was backstage, they celebrated on camera for a Bangtan Bomb. 

“Look what we wooooooon!” Jen presented the award with Jimin as everyone started yelling in cheers before dancing around.

“We suffered so much and finally won the dance award. Teacher Sung Deuk worked so hard and finally, we got it!” Jimin cheered.

The show was exciting with great performances and cheers from the fandoms of each idol. Big Bang’s performance was her favorite throughout the entire show as she sang along with Taehyung. Not caring who was watching, she had to stand up and start dancing. Taehyung immediately joined her in the fun.

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18 years old. 

Jennie was finally 18!

Crazy how time flies.

In the morning, she woke up early, in a bright mood to record herself dancing to 50 Cent’s In Da Club.

Go, go, go, go go, go,

Go, shawty

It’s your birthday

We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday

She posted the video on Twitter with the caption, ‘WOOOO! 18! Let’s go! Love you all! Thanks for the birthday wishes!’

She was overwhelmed with joy at the support from the fans. From their birthday wishes, amazing fanart, and even Tumblr posts, she was grateful. Fans even trended #HappySmartieDay to celebrate.

‘Thank you for being such an amazing black woman in K-Pop. Although we all can be tired of some of the BS over there, thank you for representing us and staying your natural, beautiful self.’

‘So down to earth and has grown so much as a performer. I am so proud of you, happy birthday queen!’

‘Happy birthday to the baddest bitch in K-Pop! Have a blessed day Jennie! LOVE YOU!’

‘You always look so healthy. Continue to eat well!’

‘Thank you for existing, without you, my confidence wouldn’t be as high because your representation of us colored girls, makes me feel amazing’

‘You show me that it doesn’t matter how you look, you can still do anything’ 

‘You don’t understand how much I love this girl! She makes me appreciate myself and my skin color’

Taehyung tweeted an embarrassing photo of Jennie sticking her tongue out with a face mask, ‘Happy Birthday Ennie! Love youuuuu! Please don’t hurt me’

“Oh my God...” Jen muttered as she looked at the photo of herself. “I’m going to kill him.”

She replied, ‘Oh HELL no! You screenshotted me while we were on facetime!? #YouAreDead’ 

J-hope tweeted two videos of her performing the Milly Rock and her teaching BTS the dance and then them performing and laughing. ‘#JenMillyRocksOnAnyBlock she does this dance the best. I can’t keep up, kekeke. Don’t challenge Munchkin to a Milly Rock dance off’

Jin tweeted a video of her teaching him the lean back dance, ‘Thanks for helping me learn this dance. I think I do it better than you, now.’

Namjoon tweeted a photo of her posing like he would for KimDaily. ‘Happy birthday, Jennie. You do KimDaily photos pretty well. Remember this? Giving me a run for my money.’

Jungkook tweeted a short video of them performing a dance cover of Wonder Girl’s Rewind. ‘Happy birthday to my one and only golden best friend. She’s irreplaceable. Thanks for asking me to cover this with you.’

Yoongi had tweeted a photo of her asleep in his studio after a rap lesson. ‘I’m proud of you smartie. #HappySmartieDay #SmartieIsTheBest #ImAMasterofTagsNow’

Big Hit even released her dancing to Electric Lady with some of her idol friends while she was in her Janelle Monae costume. She had a blast filming for it. 

“AHHHHHHHH!”

Turning in alarm, she was attacked by silly strings in all directions as she tried to block her face. Laughter filled the room as she confirmed it was the guys.

“Happy birthday, Jennie!” she heard them shout.

She felt herself get thrown over someone’s shoulder and spun around as they began singing and dancing around. Meanwhile, Jimin had recorded the entire thing, laughing in the background, hoping to post the video later on Twitter. Jen realized she was over Namjoon’s shoulder and began laughing after he set her down.

“Thanks, guys!”

“I made your favorite blueberry pancakes. Pancake mix straight from America. Come on!” Jin dragged her out of the room.

Walking into Big Hit’s building, she received many greetings as the staff wished her a happy birthday.

Even from Bang PD and he tweeted two photos. One was the first photo they took together before debut, looking young, and then the other was a recent photo as he expressed how proud he was to have a young lady like her become Miss Bangtan in BTS. His words made her feel really good about herself and she even visited his office to thank him for everything. Thanking him for allowing her a spot in the company. She felt so loved. This company was such a big family. She had also taken the time to thank each of the staff members for everything they have done for her from her trainee days until now.

Whenever it was makeup, clothes, helping her mic, dropping her off someplace, everything she appreciated. And they were touched by her kind words.

When inside her studio, she noticed Yoongi was waiting for her, sitting at her desk with a large pink box in his hands. Turning around, he smiled softly and presented it to her.

“Happy birthday, Smartie.”

“Ahaha, you remembered.” she looked at the Hello Kitty box. “I don’t want to cry today.” she chuckled and began to read his cute birthday note as he took a page out of her book.

“Sorry, but I have a birthday rap made for you. To my annoying Nike loving Smartie,” he responded and began to rap for her.

After he finished, she pulled him in for an embrace. “Thank you for this.”

Before she knew it, the members came inside with a big cake, filled with candles while they were all recorded for a Bangtan Bomb.

“Thanks, guys. Yo, this cake looks so good. Hang on a sec, I have the perfect song.” she put on Cut It and started bumping to the beat. “Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it! This cake looks way too good, we need to cut it! This cake looks way too good, we need to cut it!”

“You’re so corny. Cut the cake already, I want to eat a slice.” Yoongi exclaimed as the members laughed.

“Hey! She gets first dibs.” Jin called out

“Take as much time as you want,” Hobi giggled

“Can I have the strawberries on the cake?” Taehyung started reaching for one.

“ARMY got something for you.” Jungkook presented her with a big box.

“The heck is this? ARMY didn’t have to do this,” she said, looking at the box in amazement.

ARMY raised money to buy her a custom made purple electric guitar with each of the members’ names engraved on it and other encouraging messages. She hadn’t talked about wanting an electric guitar for a long time but the fact that ARMY remembered, and they did something like for her, made her cry as she wiped her tears. As if the birthday bus advertisement wasn’t enough, this took the cake.

Jen sniffed, “I don’t understand what I did to deserve such loving fans. Thank you ARMY, you’re the best.”

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A few days later, Namjoon and Jennie were in Namjoon’s studio, patiently waiting for Angelina to arrive. She was just a few minutes away from arriving at the Big Hit building, and Jen noticed Namjoon trying to remain calm.

“You are freaking out.” she teased.

“I-I’m not.”

“Sure. Just make sure you don’t freeze when you meet her in person.”

“Why would I freeze?”

‘He is so going to freeze.’ she thought.

Before they knew it, Jennie found Angelina at the building. “FINALLY!” Jennie shouted and jumped on top of her, making them both fall down.

“Ahh! You got heavier!” Angelina laughed. “I missed you!”

“Missed you more! I am so happy you’ll be staying for a while.” Jen got up and helped her up. “Come on, let me introduce you to the guys. Let’s go. We have a lot to talk about.” She beckoned her to follow her.

Once they made it to where the members were, Jennie decided to introduce her to Namjoon first. She had a feeling Angelina really wanted to see him, so she decided to fulfill her wishes. And like Jennie predicted, he froze. 

He stood there, stunned in his studio.

“Hi.” Angelina softly greeted. “Wow, you look cuter in person, good Lord.”

“H-hi. You look even more beautiful in person.” he stumbled over his words

Jen snorted. He was smitten and it was adorable to see him like this. Namjoon was about to go for a handshake but then decided to hug her.

‘Aw...’ Jen smiled.

Jennie had told Angelina about what was going on in Bangtan and the three of them had a long conversation about everything. Miss Bangtan began to feel mischievous and decided to tease Namjoon.

“Oh! Angelina, you got to hear Expensive Girl. It’s funny as hell. I could not stop laughing when I first heard it. He singlehandedly killed ARMY with this song."

Namjoon widened his eyes. “Nah, nah, we don’t need to listen to that. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Ignore him. I have it right on my phone.”

“Woman, don’t do it. Do not do it!” he warned while Angelina started giggling.

“What? What? Let her listen! Her mind is as dirty as yours so she’ll love the song regardless.”

“Ah...why me?” he whined as she played it loud for them all to hear. 

Namjoon was mentally preparing to make sure to tease the hell out of Jennie whenever she and Jungkook started dating because there was no way she was getting away with this. With Jen, she had to control her laughter as the song played. Namjoon felt his face warm up and glanced at Angelina who looked amused but into the song.

Once the torture was over, Angelina said, “You’re really cute, you know that? I like the song.” 

Namjoon stared at her in surprise. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah. I really do.”

“Well, I gotta go, so, I’ll see you two later. Namjoon can introduce you to the rest of the members.” Jen stood up.

“Wait you’re leaving?” Namjoon asked in alarm. 

He was so nervous, he didn’t want Jen to leave, yet. He felt like he’d say something wrong in English or something. Truth be told, Angelina was also nervous. Her best friend was leaving her alone with Namjoon and she lost count of how many times her heart raced or how flushed she felt.

“Bye!” she left the studio. 

She wanted to give them some alone time. They deserved it. Turning around, she saw Jungkook and smiled.

“Hyung froze, huh?”

“At first glance. It was hilarious.”

“Did Hyung ask her out, yet?”

“They’re working on it. I’m just happy that she’s happy. I haven’t seen her like that in a while.”

Throughout the rest of the day, Jen spent time practicing choreography with Hobi and then stayed in her studio. Angelina walked inside and sat with her.

“What?” Angelina glanced away after being stared at.

“You’re glowing,” Jen confirmed.

“What you mean?”

“You’re smiling so widely, it’s cute.”

“Hush.”

“So...”

“What? Stop staring!”

“I want the tea, sis.”

She chuckled nervously. “Well...we’re gonna have a little studio date soon.”

Jennie fist pumped. “All right! Namjoon is a sweetheart and a gentleman. I know you will have a great time. I’m just happy to see you happy. I really hope that maybe you two can date. Despite him being an idol and you being in America as a rapper, I’m sure it will all work out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you. I really like him. Are you sure you’re cool with me dating your leader?”

“Um, that’s not my decision. Do whatever you want. If that is what Namjoon wants, then I will support him. You two look so happy with each other, I highly encourage you two to date.” 

“Okay. I’ll keep you posted on how things go.”

“Good.”

“Ooh girl, I have some very exciting news to tell you.”

“What happened?”

“Guess who I will be collaborating with, pretty soon?”

“Who?

“The Weeknd!”

“Ahhhhh! What!? Holy shit, are you for real?!”

“Yes!”

“That’s huge! You’re going to blow up even more after this!”

“Ah, you really think so? This is such a dream come true, collaborating with my favorite artists. It’s such a blessing. There is just so much stuff I want to do. I hope I can do it.”

“You can and you will. I’ll be right there to support you. I’ll always have your back. No matter what.”

“This is why I love you.”

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Finally, after a year hiatus, Jennie had her singing exhibit again. She underestimated the number of people who wanted to attend. It was much bigger and she’ll have to think about bigger venues or even other areas to have it since it was such a high demand.

But although a lot of BTS fans came, she really wanted those who simply love to sing and want to sing or learn to sing. That was her goal when she first started the event back during her Amity days. She’ll have to make a future announcement about that. Despite a large number of people, things remained under control and she stayed until she met every single person and bonded over their passion for singing.

Once the event ended, she stayed to clean up with the staff members and Sejin stayed with her until she was ready to go back to the dorm.

“Wait, please, I know it’s over but can I please see her?” a desperate male voice called out.

Jen stopped cleaning up and saw a black male, who looked exhausted.

“Hey, you can let him in,” she reassured the security.

The boy sighed out of relief and walked in. “This was not how I wanted to meet you. I’m a hot mess, right now. I had no time to prepare, I’m sweaty, I’m tired, but I’m here.”

“Why were you in such a rush? And where are my manners, hi!”

“Hi!” he laughed. “I had to stay late for a college class due to a big project. It was so frustrating. I really wanted to be here on time. I never was able to attend any of your events.”

“Hey, education comes first. Sit down, chill with me.”

“A-are you serious?”

“Yeah. Yoongi can wait a little bit.”

“Ah, that’s right, you’re still learning how to rap from him?”

“Yep, loving every session with him.”

“Oh well, I don’t want to hold you up.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Come on and Yoongi is probably working on music, anyway.”

They sat down and Jen smiled. The guy was shocked that he didn’t feel nervous around her. It was like talking to an old friend.

“Thank you. I can’t believe I’m sitting with THE Miss Bangtan. You always slay my life when you’re on stage!”

“Aw, thank you. How was your project? What was it for?”

“An art project. I believe I passed.”

“Good. I’m thrilled to hear that. What’s your major?”

“Art. I’m studying abroad for all of my college years.”

“Wow! What do you want to do with that?

“A lot of things actually. One thing I’d love to do is be a graphic designer.”

“Wow, keep doing what you’re doing. You have my full support.”

“I will. I also sing too. I’m doing both.”

“Sing for me.”

He sang a few notes of Oui by Jeremih, which blew her away. She enthusiastically complimented him on his skills.

“Really? That means so much coming from you.” he grinned. “Hey, do you want to go to college when you graduate SOPA?”

“Most definitely. I’d like to go to a college in America but I’m not sure yet since I’m here in Korea, as a member of BTS. We’ll see.”

“Do you have any idea what you want to do?”

“To be honest, I have no idea what I want my major to be or what I want to do in college. But I still have time. You said you’re an artist, can I see what you have drawn?”

“Yeah, of course!” he showed her some of his work from his portfolio in his school bag.

“Damn, this is phenomenal! Very aesthetic!”

“I also have an art show coming up.”

“You do? When? Where?”

“This Saturday evening.” he showed her the location.

“I’m free that day. I’d like to come if you don’t mind.”

“W-what? Are you for real?”

“Yeah, why not? I just love supporting anyone that’s black. Everyone wants to bring us down but we will continue to do what we can to prosper. And with what you’re doing, I don’t see a lot of black artists that often, even though I know there are a lot of talented ones out there that should get a lot of recognition. You have a gift. Heck, I might just buy something from you. Can I get your Instagram?”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass, let’s keep in touch by DMing each other. I want to see how your journey progresses.”

“Yo, you are like...pure girlfriend material. I love you so much. Your support is everything. Whoever is the man you date, will remain grounded and able because of your constant support. Don’t ever change, Jennie. Thank you for this.”

“You are very welcome.”

Afterward, they took a selfie and he posted it on his social media with the caption, ‘It was a blessing to come here late. Thank you for everything!’

Once Jen arrived back in her dorm, she was exhausted from the event and then from her rap lessons with Yoongi. All she wanted to do was sleep. Heading to her room, she saw Angelina on her bed, not looking too happy. She heard her sniffing, and she realized that she had been crying.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s wrong with you?” Jennie quickly rushed over to her as Angelina wiped her tears.

“It’s the collab...”

“What about the collab?”

“I’m not collabing with him, anymore.”

“What do you mean you’re not doing the collab with him, anymore?”

“I don’t know! Apparently, it got scrapped and there’s some dirt on me for being problematic. There are rumors that I’m not the best person to work with. It’s all bullshit.”

“Are you serious...?” Jen frowned.

“Look, I know I have a little bit of a mouth, but I’ve matured. Like damn, I love The Weeknd. I busted my butt to get that collab and now it’s gone...it’s so unfair man, I worked so hard to earn that spot...they're going to give the spot to someone else but I'm not sure who...”

Jennie pulled her in for a hug. A lot of questions were on her mind. She thought about who would want to ruin something like that for Angelina and who got the spot instead.

‘This just doesn’t make any sense...’ Jen thought to herself. 

How could they confirm their collab and then change their mind so suddenly?

-----

Saturday rolled around quickly as she attended the boy’s art show. His paintings were stunning and he even surprised her with a drawing of BTS for Big Hit to hang in one of their studios. She was glad she came and took a bunch of photos, posting them on her Twitter, asking ARMY to support his work.

Yoongi had also tagged along with her, admiring the work that the college students put out. The boy’s parents even came to Seoul to see their son, and Jennie happily introduced herself, telling them how talented their son was.

“This is for you. To support all your artistic needs and other opportunities.” Jen presented him with a gift basket. 

Along with it was an envelope that had a nice sum of cash for him to help with his future. While she and Yoongi signed the back of his artwork for him, writing some encouraging messages, some artists were fans of BTS and asked for photos.

Once Yoongi excused himself to use the bathroom, Jennie continued to look at the other artwork.

“Wow! This looks amazing. This is yours?”

She heard a familiar voice.

It couldn’t be...

Not here of all places...

Not now...

Jennie feared for the worst and slowly turned around to see Hailey talking to one of the artists, who seemed starstruck because she was an Amity fan. Jen had remembered that Amity would be having their world tour in Seoul, and it looked like they were already here. At least Hailey was. But it didn’t make any sense.

Why was she here? She had no business here whatsoever.

Jen frowned as she watched Hailey have her manager film her giving the girl a big sum of cash to help with school. The girl began to get emotional and kept thanking her for everything. Taking a selfie, Hailey immediately posted it on social media as her fans would comment on how much of a ‘generous queen’ she was and that she was an ‘amazing leader’.

Once everyone left to go to the other room for some refreshments and other activities, Hailey and Jen were left alone in the room. Jen’s eyes closed in dissatisfaction as she heard the dreaded voice of the person she wanted to avoid forever. 

This was not the time nor place for any of this.

“Quitter! Long time no see!” Hailey beamed, watching her open her eyes, looking at her unamused. “I missed you! Wow, your hair looks nice. Did you gain a little weight, too? I guess that Korean food is making you a little thick. Nice. You look wonderful. How’s BTS? I heard about your little comeback that’s coming up. Let’s see if you’ll finally get an award this time. And let us see if the song is actually good. The others...eh...not so much. I bet those first wins for I Need U were pity awards.”

Jennie clenched her jaw, continuing to look annoyed by her presence.

‘Not worth it...bite your tongue.’ she told herself.

Just why of all places did she have to come here and pull that half-assed publicity stunt during her moment with a fan?

“I get it, I get it.” Hailey chuckled, understanding her reaction. “You are so happy to see me that you’re speechless!”

Jen slowly shook her head in disappointment. “Why do you always feel the need to one-up me...? Everyone? You never let anyone have their time to shine or have their moment. You always make it about you. Always...”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Everything I do, you try your darndest to do it extra.”

“Where are your receipts?”

“I learned Korean because I love the culture and wanted to communicate with everyone if I ever got the opportunity to come to Seoul and be a K-Pop idol. And now I’m here, blessed. But with you, you learned it out of spite to get back at me. You said it was a waste of time and that you hated it, years ago.”

“Okay, and?”

“My songs in my notebook which you took? I wrote what I was feeling. What was on my mind. And then Songstress changed it into unmeaningful lyrics for a single.”

“We made the songs better.”

“And then here at this art show. What I did with my fan was from the heart, not for attention. I don’t need the media to know when I give someone money or whatever. I just do it from the heart. You, on the other hand, do it for publicity, posting everything on social media, lying to the public about who you really are.”

“Do I now?”

“You’re fake and you’re a phony.”

“Ouch....”

“It won’t be too long before everyone knows what Songstress is doing to screw Angelina and me over to make you guys look better. They won’t let it go, huh? That we left? That we found a better home to showcase our talent with music? That we are more successful without the company? That we’re happy? Even if you guys are more popular now, Amity is not how it used to be. It’s not a group. It’s just Hailey and the backups.”

“Wow! I can just feel the animosity you have towards me and I just want to know if you’re going to do something about it. Because Angelina retaliated over the years. Got on my bad side and now she’s in the state that she’s in, losing that collab with The Weeknd and now Trinity has it.”

Jennie quickly got in her face, narrowing her eyes. She had a feeling Songstress had something to do with it. How heartbroken her best friend was when she found out she lost that collab with him is an image that will never leave her head.

“Good, good. Get angrier," Hailey provoked. "I’m just waiting for you to snap too, that’s all. Your mind is just a ticking time bomb. I’m just patiently waiting. You know, I really like it when you guys get so pressed when it comes to me. Angelina always has my name in her mouth. You, you’re better. You never talk about me like she does but the fact that when you look at me and you get so mad, even a little intimidated, just makes this entire scenario more entertaining.”

Jen scoffed and shook her head. “I knew it. I knew there was a pattern. First, her losing out on winning an award at the MTV Video Music Awards when you knew Angelina was getting higher votes than the other nominees and you knew damn well she deserved it. And now losing the song to collaborate with The Weeknd. Suddenly Trinity has it now. Did Songstress pay to decrease her votes or something for the award? What did you guys do?”

“Who knows, maybe she has a lot of enemies. Or the competition is just too much and she’s not as good as she thinks she is. Maybe Trinity was a better fit for the collab.”

“Un-believable...you and Songstress have got to be the shadiest people ever.”

“And are you planning on doing something? Do you want to end up like Angelina? I mean, after showing how problematic she is, I’m sure everyone was pretty convinced to not work with her, anymore. I’d try to stay on my good side if I were you. And hey, don’t get mad at me. It’s just business.”

“No. It’s just spiteful. You’re garbage.”

“Yeah, Angelina tells me that all the time.” she shrugged. “Oh, and before I forget...your belated birthday gift. A VIP pass to see how great we are.” Hailey presented a ticket to Amity’s upcoming concert in Seoul.

“Not interested.”

“That’s a VIP ticket, you know there are a lot of people that would kill for a VIP ticket to an Amity concert. But why am I not surprised? You were always ungrateful.”

“Do me a favor and stay away from me.”

“Wow, I came all the way here and you gonna treat your old leader like this?”

Something told Jennie that the Lord was testing her and she could only hope that she had the strength to not do anything she would regret in the future during Amity’s stay in Korea.

“I am not joking. Stay away from me. Leave Angelina alone and back off of anyone from Big Hit. I don’t care if it’s a stylist, stay away. I am not in the mood, I am in a good place and I am not letting you fuck it up.”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am! Just tell Angelina that Trinity will let her know how the collab goes! See you around, quitter.”

Once Jennie watched her walk away, she took her phone out of her pocket and ended the voice recording, saving it. Something told her to record and she was glad that she listened to her gut feeling. She was going to do whatever she could to get that collab back to Angelina and clear her name from all those lies Songstress said. She didn’t deserve any of this and Jen couldn’t stand back and watch it happen anymore.

It was time to clap back. She had enough of Amity’s foolery and it was going to end very soon.

As Hailey walked out of the room, she noticed Yoongi and called him out. 

“Well! If it isn’t boyfriend number six!”

“I thought you were leaving.” Jen met up with Yoongi, narrowing her eyes at her.

“I was but you didn’t tell me boyfriend number six was here. Suga, was it? Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Hailey.”

Yoongi ignored her. “Jennifer.”

Every time Yoongi said her full name, she knew he was dead serious.

“Yeah?” she asked, watching him turn his head to her.

“Is this the person that’s been causing you trouble over the years...?”

Hailey scoffed. “Me? First of all, she is the one that’s been causing-“

“Was I talking to you?” Yoongi bluntly interrupted.

“I don’t appreciate that attitude you’re giving me. But the music that you make for BTS is a failure, so...I can see why you’re so bitter.”

“We didn’t ask about your music. We know your music is a disappointment.”

“Excuse me-“

“You’re excused. I can literally see the shit coming out of your mouth from all these lies you’ve said. You lost a dime. Took Jennifer for granted and now you try so hard to ruin the success that she has because you know that she is better than you. She is better than you as a person and better than you as a performer. She earned everything. You were handed everything and you keep coming back, popping up where you are irrelevant to whatever is going on. This stunt won’t make your phony ass relevant.”

“Are you friggin kidding me? I was not handed everything and how dare you say to my face that this ignorant stupid bitch is better than me!?”

Jen was about to open up her mouth, bothered that she name called her but halted once Yoongi raised his hand, signaling her to stop.

“A stupid bitch? If I remember correctly, I’m looking at one, right now. And the woman standing next to me is nowhere near what you described. So if I were you, I’d choose my words wisely.”

Jen let out a chuckle at his comment. He wasn’t wrong, that’s for sure, and Hailey’s agape reaction made it even funnier.

“You really going to insult me of all people like this?”

“I’m not insulting you, I’m just describing how pathetic you are. Are you done embarrassing yourself? If so, you can get the fuck out of here. And I highly suggest you leave Jennifer alone. Don’t piss me off.” he said in a harsh tone. 

A tone that surprised Jennie. She had never seen Yoongi like this before. Hailey was so stunned, that she couldn’t even say anything as she felt intimidated by him and took a step back. 

“S-so you have little boyfriend fight your battles for you?” she turned her attention to Jennie.

“Nah, Jennifer can handle herself pretty well. I just want you to shut the fuck up. So, why are you still standing here, looking stupid? Get the fuck out of here and go back to your group. And if I see you around Jennifer again or cause her any more problems, we will have a problem. So, think wisely.” 

Flustered and angry, Hailey stormed out while they watched her leave.

"Wow...thank you," Jen said.

"Always...let's get out of here." he grabbed her hand and walked her out of the building.

--------

“I knew it was that bitch! I’m gonna fuck her up!” Angelina yelled, pacing around the studio after Jennie played the recording for everyone. 

Her sudden outburst scared a few of the members, who had no idea what she was yelling in English.

“No, Ang!” Jen exclaimed.

“What do you mean no!? You gonna let this bitch do this to me!?” she snapped. “I am going to kill her-“

“Do not let her have that power over you.” she snapped back. “I know it’s difficult, I want to hit her as much as you do but we cannot go that route. It is not worth it. I need you to listen to me because I have a plan and I want this to work. But you need to calm down for this to go well, okay? I got you, I always got you.”

She exhaled and sat back down, meanwhile, Jen had translated everything that was going on to the members and they were not too happy about the situation.

“It’s time to clap back,” Jen announced. “I want to end this once and for all.”

"Yeah, this needs to end. How much you want to bet that they turned on Layla?" Angelina asked.

“No need, I already know they did. First me, then you, now her. She got dragged into being one of her goons and now it seems like she’s opening her eyes and wants a way out just like us. Well, hopefully, that’ll end very soon.”

“She is such a manipulator, thank God you recorded her. But no really, thank you for recording her. I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t. I just might get that collab back because of you. If I do, I need to pay you back, big time.”

“Don’t. I don’t want to be repaid. I really don’t care about getting anything back from you. It’s no need. You’re my best friend, I always got your back. And besides, I’ve been trying to think of a way to end this mess and this recording will do the trick.”

“I can make a big video of the audio on my YouTube channel. But maybe she’s hiding more secrets. If there is a way that we can video record her for even more proof, that’ll be even better.”

“We’ll think about that. In the meantime, I want some frozen yogurt. Let’s hang, my treat.” 

“You really not gonna let a girl pay anything while she’s here, huh?”

“Nope.”

----

Since BTS were performing some more concerts, they stayed in a hotel in Seoul. And ironically, Amity stayed at the same hotel after finishing up their tour dates there. Since they were done, they had a few more days to stay in the country and decided to check out everything. But from Amity’s Instagram page, it seemed to just be Trinity and Hailey hanging out, with Layla nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, Hailey, Trinity, and Layla were shopping in Seoul. Mostly just Trinity and Hailey as Layla dragged herself along, disinterested. She felt left out of everything ever since she had questioned why they were still trying to dwell on the drama with Jennie and Angelina. Layla began to question the way she’s been acting over the years and felt like things weren’t right.

She felt like a follower and as soon as she began to not do what Hailey wanted her to do, that’s when she saw a change in her friendships with her and Trinity. She began to feel exactly how Angelina and Jen felt.

She honestly felt miserable and was planning on leaving the group after the tour was over. She was over everything. The final straw was when Hailey had wanted to give the Weeknd collab to her but it was actually for Angelina. And once Layla had said no, Hailey had given it to Trinity instead.

She was over the manipulation. Hurting others for her personal gain. This was not who she was and she didn’t want to be a part of this type of lifestyle, anymore. If only she could bump into Jennie and apologize for everything. But she probably doesn’t want anything to do with her and will blow her off as soon as she sees her. Sorry, wouldn’t even be enough anyway.

“Uh, I actually don’t feel like shopping. I just want to go check out one of the museums, can you come with me?” Layla asked.

“Seriously? Absolutely not.” Trinity rolled her eyes.

“Really? I always do everything you guys want to do. For once, just take an interest in what I want to do.” she frowned.

“Shop for once, not stand and look at paintings or whatever. I don’t feel like going to no boring museum.” Hailey added.

“Wow.” Layla shook her head. “Of course, you guys don’t. But when it comes to what you want to do, you’re all energetic. You’re fake for that.”

“After all Songstress has done for you? After all, I’ve done for you, you want to call me fake?” Hailey called her out. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here today, so I’d watch what I say. You want to end up like Jen and Angelina? But I'm the bad guy, right? Blame me for everything if it makes you feel better,"

Layla walked past them, outside the store. All this gaslighting had to stop. She had to leave as soon as this tour was over. She couldn’t take much more of this type of treatment. Trying to guilt trip her and all.

“She is annoying as hell,” Trinity murmured.

“Well, it’s Layla, what do you expect?” Hailey turned and saw Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung walking inside the store with masks on. “Oh, what do you know? Boyfriends number seven, three and two are here.”

-----

With Layla, on her way to the museum, she made a quick stop at a coffee shop. Getting her drink and muffin, she noticed a familiar figure and decided to approach them.

“...Rap Monster...?” she timidly called out. Once he turned around, it was him. “I’m uh, I’m Layla. A member of Amity. I’m sorry for disturbing you but I uh...I really need to tell Jennie something. I know she probably wants nothing to do with me but please when you see her, just tell her that I have something to give her. Please.”

Back at the hotel, Hailey with her shopping bags made her way inside the elevator. Her plan for the rest of the day was to go to a spa, but once she saw a hooded and masked Jungkook walk in, it automatically felt like Christmas for her as she constantly kept bumping into the BTS members.

She already ruined Jin's, Jimin's, and Taehyung’s day, so why not cause more chaos before she leaves Seoul?

“Well, if it isn’t boyfriend number one...Jungkook, right? I’m Hailey. But I guess Jen already talked about me so I’m sure you know who I am.”

Jungkook was shooked and didn’t respond. How could he? He pretended to ignore her like he had headphones in his ears. He was also bothered by her presence.

“So, you’re the one in love with her, right? Maybe I should tell her for you,” she pondered, causing him to immediately turn his head, tensing up. “Wow, that certainly caught your attention. But honestly? What difference does it make? She’s going to say no. Doesn’t her family want her to date within her race? Do you honestly think she’ll date a Korean guy like you? Come on, you’re cute but that’s not the ideal type she wants.”

That, unfortunately, bothered Jungkook as he felt himself getting angry at her presence.

Hailey, however, appeared satisfied with his reaction and assumed he was feeling discouraged. She wanted to see if she could spark an argument between Jen and Jungkook if she got into his head enough. He seemed to easily become jealous so perhaps she could use that in her favor.

“I mean, you never know, she just might be dating Kevin on the low. Ever thought about that? You know all those times she goes to America, do you think she goes to see him?” she faked a concerned voice. “Man, it must hurt. Having the girl you like kissing another guy? Knowing that you were too late? They're probably sleeping with each other. That must sting to the core.”

Although he was upset, Jungkook continued to ignore her. Jen said it countless times that they were friends and he trusted her word. He knew what was going on here. Hailey was trying to get in his head by telling lies. 

She laughed, “Whatever, I really don’t care about your dumb puppy love. Although, I have to ask, why are you forcing yourself to wait for someone like her? Don’t you see all those other girls that are head over heels for you? But you choose Jennie of all people? I think you’re too loyal to someone that’s extremely oblivious to your feelings. Don’t waste your time. She’ll only hurt you in the end. Being in the friend zone is not a pleasant place to be. Date someone a little older, too. It’ll save you a lot of time and heartache. I’m sure there are a lot of other women that’ll be a better candidate than her. She is not worth it-"

Getting angry, Jungkook shot her a glare which made her stop rambling and take a step back. She was not expecting that kind of reaction as her stomach dropped.

"Enough," he spoke in a stern voice, startling her. "You do not know anything about what we have. It's in your best interest to stop talking bad about her. Especially in front of me. She is worth everything and someone like you can never compare. I am going to tell you this, one time...Stay away from her and leave her alone,"

Once the stop on his floor came, he stormed off, leaving her taken aback.

-------

Jennie could not understand how one person could cause so much chaos in one day. It began to stress her out as she went to comfort the members. She should’ve known better as her body tensed up when she found out that Hailey had bumped into Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung. Hailey even made Jimin cry when she spoke about his weight.

Of all things...and as hard as Jen tried to boost Jimin’s confidence, it was like all the positive things she said to him over the years were nowhere compared to the comments Hailey had told him, today. And what irritated her, even more, was that Hailey was still around the members when Jen and even Yoongi had told her to stay away from everyone in Big Hit.

“She fuckin’ lucky she didn’t see me, today.” Yoongi spat, pacing around angrily. “She is fucking lucky...if I were you, Jennifer, I’d beat the shit out of her, tonight. I can’t put my hands on her but you can. Just do me one fucking favor and give her one clean hit to the face.”

“Violence is not the answer,” Namjoon warned.

“Fuck that!” he snapped. “Clearly words aren’t enough, Namjoon!”

“Maybe after this video, Angelina creates, it will be,” he added. 

During his encounter with Layla, she had agreed to let him video record her spilling all sorts of tea about Hailey to add to what Jen recorded.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s not enough.” Yoongi turned to Jen. “What are you going to do? It’s your call. Years of frustration, end this shit tonight.”

Jennie exhaled while she had Jimin in her arms, holding him tightly after comforting him and stopping him from crying. It took a while to even get him to eat dinner as he questioned his weight. She hoped and prayed it wouldn’t trigger him to begin an unhealthy diet to try to lose weight. Sometimes she felt like all this drama was her fault. This was just between her and Hailey. But then Hailey wanted to get the members involved, stressing them out.

“Although we spoke to Big Hit about what is going on...just...look...just don’t hit her first. If she hits you, you have every right to defend yourself.” Namjoon asserted. “But use it as a last resort.”

“Use it as a first resort,” Yoongi growled

Moments later, Angelina had finished with the YouTube video to expose Hailey & Songstress and posted it on her channel. Now it wouldn’t be too long before the entire world finds out the shadiness. But to Jen, it wasn’t enough and Angelina had agreed.

“There you are, where you been?” Hobi called out, seeing Jungkook walk in.

The Golden Maknae was still agitated about his encounter earlier today. Jennie had noticed Jungkook looking fidgety and decided to call him out on it instead of leaving the situation alone. And for the most part, she was glad that she did, realizing that he had probably been approached by Hailey.

“What did she say?” she demanded, causing him to widen his eyes.

“How did you know?” 

“Because you’re not the only member she approached. And it’s your body language,” she responded and translated what was going on to Angelina.

Angelina scoffed and shook her head. “Of course, she did. As if the first confrontation wasn’t enough. Wasn’t Suga’s diss enough for her to not associate herself with Bangtan? She must want to be embarrassed again.”

“I’m sure she just sees Jungkook as an easy target like she did with Jimin.” Jennie sighed.

“She’s just trying to get under your skin.”

“I know...it worked,” Jennie admitted.

“What do you want to do?”

“Let’s go to her room."

“And pay her a visit? Count me in!”

Jennie turned back to Jungkook, “Did she bother you or make you uncomfortable in any way?” 

Miss Bangtan waited for his answer. Watching him slowly nod in response, she nodded a couple of times, clenching her jaw.

First coming unannounced at the art show. 

Then making Jimin cry. 

Then making Jin and Taehyung uncomfortable. 

And now making Jungkook uncomfortable. 

No more of this.

“I swear,” Angelina complained, “She’s like an annoying fly that you want to kill so badly.” 

Jennie closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to keep her emotions in check. She opened her eyes, released Jimin and went to grab her sneakers, putting them on. She then puts her hair in a high bun.

“We’ll be back,” Jen announced.

“Good. Thank you. Ruin her fucking life, tonight.” Yoongi grumbled as she started walking to the door.

Jungkook stopped her by grabbing her hand, “Are you sure about this?” he asked

"Jungkook, if someone messes with you or anyone in Bangtan, I have a problem with them," Jennie said, standing in front of him. "I specifically told her to stay away from every one of you. To not bother any of you or give anybody in Bangtan or Big Hit a hard time. But what does she do? Bother you guys and I don’t appreciate that. Clearly, she didn’t get the message so... she and I are going to have a little chat. Stay here. I'll be back," she smiled and began to walk past him with Angelina to the door. 

“Munchkin,” Hobi called out, causing her to turn around to face him.

“Yeah?”

“Right hook, left hook then right, again.”

“I’ll keep that into consideration.” she nodded and left the room with Angelina.

[miafic]

its super super late here, so im sure for a lot of yall its already the next day, but today is canonically 10 years since the razor incident at p&p lol. march 18, 2014. just wanted to say that :)

i popped onto this account to see if anything was going on, and i had a zillion notifications, which was super fun. ive spent the last hour going through the jawn and foster au posts <3

it was really fun realizing that some of yall were like. actually really, really invested in my story hahaha. seeing all the headcanon asks, the questions yall sent in over the years, the art you made (!!)... it's incredible all these years later. i appreciated every message, every comment, every everything then, and i still do now. endlessly.

mia has been the greatest and most rewarding journey of my life, which maybe sounds so silly bc it was a fanfiction i wrote in college lol, but my whole heart was in that story, especially because of the community we built here. im so glad that i made friends with tons of yall because of my weird, daydreamy brain, and im glad that i still see you on my dash and follow you on instagram and message you when things remind me of you <3333

im also so glad that all these little fragments of my universe are still here to entertain me when i live in a new state and have a big girl job and am supposed to be asleep haha. i hope sometimes they still entertain you, too.

thank you for every moment you spent with this story and this blog. i love you.

[halfmoth-halfman]

So I just read the new chapter, beautful work with the afterlife of Canary and seeing her father Adler again. The flames, the rage, Canary finally being SICK of it---- I am ready for the rage. I also appreicated the way her father just said "you're fault, I may have been shit and like hiring the docotor whose wife I killed wasn't the best idea, but the shit you got yourself is all you" talk bc Canary did try, but now she has that "bitch better have my money", "Jawn" Wick, Alabama riverboat brawl, 'cuz I'll air this bitch out', 'fuck it, I'll do it myself', energy that I just love to see on women *chefs kiss*. And then the face shift from Adler to Makarov really did it for me, and miss girl still held her owwwnnnnnn. She not playin' with y'all no more Graves, Kira, Makarov, 141 + Price inlcuded and even Kate (idk what she'd do, but if Canary got beef, then we all got beef).

And then her choice to go back to the land of the living bc she ain't no punk ass bitch???? Water my crops and made me want to get on my Zoom since I ain't been in session since I graduated and told myself to only take a 2 week break max then get on these job applications. Waking up and already being sarcastic and witty with Rudy is such a change to what I would've imagined her waking up like (being more frazzled, and scared, etc.). And then having everyone in the room tired as hell, weeks taken off her life and whatnot--- THEN TO BE TOLD PRICE GOT ARRESTED BC HE MURDERED HER!!!! Kate better swoop in and do her job, Shepherd better do some white people and police offer shit to get Price out so Canary can dog him for what he put her through. Then I wanna see Canary with the nine from Jamal, I need her hands Rated E for Everyone as a testmant to her last name and who tf she is and always been.

Also, your story is the first story I ever been waiting on for the chapter drop like when people wait on Rihanna for an album. I was pacing, then was like 'why tf is she in PST????' with my EST ass. And I even watched the new Zoey 102 movie to pass time then have a friend on FT bc I was STRESSED. I read through that too fucking fast, and you legit give me the energy to write, I just don't know what to write or feel that spark really. I legit sat here refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter lmfaooooo

Lots of love

aaaaaaaa thank you so much!!! 💜

i'm also ready for canary's rage, and her deciding to really embody the adler name and get her money and estate back like the queen she is. adler and canary have a very complicated relationship, and a lot of it stems from her mother's death. i think adler knows that his wife's death falls like 98% on his shoulders, but has shifted blame to canary because it's easier for him to be mad at someone else even if it's his own daughter. he's always been a little harsher on her than he was with graves, but convinced himself that it was for her own benefit and to make her stronger in the world that he was raising her to be a part of and take over.

so, of course, when everything goes down with graves and canary waltzes into purgatory/limbo while graves has control over everything, adler is pissed, regardless of the circumstances leading to that outcome. to me, he has a very black and white view of canary's situation and thinks that if she wanted to, she could've found a way out or to get rid of graves when it's not that simple. for canary, it feels like just another thing he's blaming her for, and she's realizing that almost every man in her life - graves, makarov, adler, shepherd, even price - are all the same; they all see her as a tool to be used, a bargaining chip, and she's not having it anymore. canary really is out for blood now, but whether or not the 141 is going to be included in that is undecided.

i don't think there was any other choice for her than to go back. like wanting to continue the story aside, adler was right when he figured she wouldn't be able to live with herself letting graves win, and canary knew that. sure, if she'd stayed she would get to see her mother and not have to worry about makarov or price or anyone else, but letting graves get away with no consequences after everything he's done to her? absolutely not.

i think she is a bit frazzled, but also more resolute after talking with her father. she knows what needs to be done, she knows she's going to need the 141 to do it, but she also knows she doesn't have to be happy and nice about it either. cordial, yes, but she's not going to forget what they accused her of anytime soon.

who knows what shepherd is going to do with price, but i can absolutely tell you canary's hands are rated e for everyone 24/7 365. she is out for blood, and she doesn't intend on taking any prisoners.

"refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter" LMAOOOOO i'm so glad that you're enjoying this fic that much omg, i love reading through everyone's thoughts about where the story's going to go. honestly, you guys give me a lot of inspiration to write these chapters, esp after the 12k one because ngl that chapter was kinda draining for me to write, but y'all made it worth it! 💜

[unholyverse]

waterparks // rock sound awards 2017

(full text under the cut)

Best International Breakthrough WATERPARKS

Who else could be the winners of our Best International Breakthrough category besides Waterparks? Sold out tours, magazine covers, and even a new album on the way… there isn't a hotter new band on the planet. Awsten Knight joins us to look back on a year that completely changed his life, and gave the rock world their next superstars in the process.

PHOTOS: Jawn Rocha

Well there we have it - you're our Best International Breakthrough winners for 2017! We take it you're quite happy about this?

Says Awsten: "[Yells] YES! IT FEELS VERY COOL!"

Haha! It's been a crazy year for Waterparks. When you went into the studio last summer to record [debut album] 'Double Dare', could you have ever fathomed coming this far so quickly?

"I had hopes! The thing is, I listened to those songs before the album came out or anything, and it's hard to picture how they'll be received. If I listen to them and think, 'This is so fucking cool…' I wouldn't make it if I didn't think that they were the shit. They wouldn't come out if I didn't think t they were were awesome songs. Also, you can't count on them being as well received as you think they should be. Plenty of people make stuff they're proud of, put it out, and the public's kind of like…Okay', know what I mean? I never know what the response is going to be - I can't have any expectations."

You guys have always had a very unique sound, and that's very much the case on 'Double Dare'. Were there any nerves in making a record that was so left-field?

"Honestly, it was pretty natural just because there wasn't a whole lot of pressure with it. If you treat all of the songs like, 'No one's going to hear this, it doesn't matter', then you can go in and just do whatever you want, pretend that it's just for you or whatever you want to do. Then when the time comes to comes to actually pick what's going to make the album it's like, 'Oh, okay'. There's not any sure while it's actually happening, whether pressure it's stylistic, in terms of genres or weird lyrical shit—anything goes."

Even before the album you'd made fans of Joel and Benji Madden, Mikey Way played bass on your EP, you got to know Pete Wentz… You got to know all these people that you yourself were fans of. Was that a real giver of confidence, knowing you had these guys' support even before you went in to record an album?

"It's a strange thing, because it's like…before this all happened we were literally outside of all these peoples' shows passing out flyers. We'd be there like, 'Hey, check it out check it out!' Now those people are going, 'Hey everyone, check out this band', endorsing it or whatever. It's the first step of there being pressure behind everything. It's like, 'Oh dang, everybody I love is watching us right now! This is insane!'"

Earlier this year you had your first ever full band magazine cover with us. How huge was that moment for the band?

"Thank you for that! That was tight. That's probably the coolest thing that's happened to us at this point, to be honest with you. The first full band cover, as a collective, I think that's the coolest."

You've been playing some crazy venues across the year as well—you've toured almost everywhere there is to tour. Was that daunting, or was it just a lot of fun?

"The All Time Low UK tour near the start of the year was just a daze, because I was so sick, but it was also very cool. Going to Japan… okay, no beef with the UK or America or whatever, but Japan was the coolest place! Internationally, Japan is my favourite place to go. The food was ridiculous, and the people were so nice. It's weird—everywhere there's a sense of cynicism. Everybody has a cool guy wall, semi built up. But in Japan, everybody is just psyched as fuck on you. This dude ran up to me and was like jumping up and down, hugging me and shit. I was like, 'Holy shit, this guy's psyched!' It made me psyched, and I hugged him too. If everyone was like that I'd be so happy. Sometimes a guy will walk up to me and be like, 'Yo, I didn't want to like your music but it's really cool'. Then he gives me a cool guy handshake and I'm like, 'Thanks, I guess'. Nobody in Japan would ever say that. Like a backhanded compliment."

Your first ever UK headline tour sold out months in advance. Did it feel like that was the moment that the hard work you put in paid off?

"You know, you bust your ass doing something for so long, like… I love going to the UK now, I've figured out the food situation, it's cool. But it still is the most difficult place to tour, for us. If we go really far towards Japan or whatever, we're only three or four hours apart from loved ones in terms of staying on the clock, even though it's a whole day ahead. In the UK or Europe it's eight or nine hours, which makes it a lot harder. But to be able to do some of these tours that have been difficult, being able to come back and sell out our own shows, we felt the pay-off."

On a personal level, you're very much the musical engine of the band, but you're a very prominent frontman and voice for the band as well, especially online. Has that got overwhelming at any point? "When I'm not feeling stressed and can just sit for a second, I'll go [on Twitter] and look at replies and get back to people. If you reply to people they get so psyched, it's really fun. But I think when you're actually being being creative, you're making things that are now… if I'm sitting down to make a song that's not currently on Earth, and I want to make it the best thing it can be, so that when it's publicly thrown down, I want it to be the best thing it can be. I feel like too much input from outside people, it can't help the process. Leading the, I guess 'vision' or whatever of the band, it's not a lot of pressure because it's really just whatever I'm thinking. It's not a super-calculated, 'We're going to do this serious thing, we're going to drop this vague post on this' etc. I literally just go online and the posts are literally just me."

Geoff [Wigington, guitar] and Otto [Wood, drums] have been really embraced by fans as well. Has that been really cool to see?

"Yeah! The thing is, Waterparks is a band. It would feel weird if people were only embracing me, you know? Granted, when I have looked at our mentions and stuff like that, I see a lot more of like, 'Geoff's my favourite!' over the last six months. I'm like, 'Alright, I see you!""

The year isn't even over and you've already announced your second album. Did you feel like you should act on this year's success as fast as you can and make the most of it?

"Doing the album so quickly honestly just came from looking at it and going, 'There's already enough material for another album, so why wait?' I feel like bands take longer than anybody to put out new music. You don't see fucking Drake putting out an out an album, and then two years later going 'Deluxe Edition!' and throwing on two more songs. Like, milking that for another year, that just doesn't happen. I think that if we're able to make new albums quicker than everybody else and put out things quicker than most, why not? We don't require a bunch of time to go and sit with a bunch of writers and producers and be like, 'Alright guys, let's try and make a song today'. They just happen, and they happen quickly and all the time. It's always progressing, too. Stylistically it's got to the next point already, it's moving fast. It's like, 'Okay, the next album's ready, if we're ready to record, we have a month, let's do it!'"

Given rap and hip-hop artists seem to move so quickly these days, do you think it's important for bands to start releasing new music regularly, to keep up with them? "Bands need to catch up! If you're looking at it objectively…I'm not going to say it's harder to make band music than it is a rap song, but it's a hell of a lot more expensive. If you want to get really theoretical you can be a dick about it, but if you're talking about a real studio and d everything, you can technically go make a beat—one that can be in a popular rap song—you can make that on your laptop and then just go and put the vocals on it. Whereas with a band, you need a lot more equipment. You need to record live drums, you need to to record live bass, guitars, keyboards, you need to then do all the programming etc. Then the track gets made, programmed, cut up, fucked with…I'm not discrediting rap, I listen to it all the time, it's one of my favourite genres, but it takes more time, and probably a bigger budget, to make something that has more instruments and more involvement. And plus, for the rapper, he has to work with one schedule. With a band, a lot of bands are like five people. That's five schedules you've got to line up." We've had some brilliant conversations across the year, saying that people want to slap the pop-punk label on you guys and that sort of thing, and that actually in essence you guys aren't pop-punk at all. People build up these weird expectations and impressions of you out of out of nothing. Has that been quite annoying to deal with at times, or is it just something again that you've just taken on as you've gone?

"I used to get more bugged about it and go 'We're not pop-punk, fuck you!' or whatever. And if it comes up, I'll still try to clear it up best I can. But I don't actively try and fight that label anymore. If some dumb idiot wants to be like, 'This is a bad pop-punk album!' then I'll be like, 'You know what, you're a fucking bad person! The end!' I don't lose sleep over being called pop-punk, you know what I mean?"

Going towards 2018, how are you feeling looking forward? And how does it feel looking back on the year you've had?

"It's weird, I have a really tough time stopping and looking back at things, especially while there's still so much work going on. Right now, the last few days have just been stupid busy. We did a full-on photoshoot yesterday, did a bunch of stuff with the new album tracks, got the masters back, made a bunch of edits, made the setlist for the next tour…When you called, I was actually going over some production things. I'd got the songs we'd all written on a journal in front of me in the car, while we were returning some rental equipment, going over what's going to be on the screens during the shows, now I'm about to go back and do more mastering…it's like a whole thing. Once there's not a lot going on and I can just chill, I'll be able to look back more. The next year is going to be tight as fuck, I know that much!"

'Double Dare' is out now via Easy Life / Equal Vision. The band's new album 'Entertainment' is released on January 26.

[fiammee]

Hello 💜

I had to forget about the question at weekend, we've talked about it at the beginning of the last week I think regarding finding the lie in the three sentences.

So here I am, with the curious question of how you got into drawing and what did you begin drawing in the first place?

Also a small gift 💜

Hi dear! How has your weekend been? Happy to see you asking this question😄❤️

*holding my dear PAL era jawn in my hand palms* thank you 🥺

Ok, lets begin:

I started drawing at a very very young age (kindergarten years) and my classmates would watch me draw and ask me to gift them my drawings😅 I was obsessed with venom and spiderman XD

During my teenage years I went fascinated about mosters and alien-like creatures (one of my dreams was designing the props for monster movies: I was and I am still now a huge fan of the Alien and Predator franchise). If you ask me to doodle something from improvisation I would draw a creepy specimen or a dragon 100%.

My style changed towards the manga-like stylization of a character when I firstly watched attack on titan: mindblowing animations and art, and I went on drawing like this for almost 3/4 years 🫣

I soon realized that having that kind of style wasnt taking me anywhere (no pratice, no evolution, no challenges, I started to get bored) and my love for music, pop culture and vintage graphics kinda saved me: I took the realistic approach but with a bit of funky silly colorful graphic tricks.

My next goal is to develop a more complex and deep style that isnt necessarily hyperrealistic (I WANT TO LEARN COLOR THEORY PROPERLY😭😭😭)

[janeyseymour]

You literally made my day I never ever get fics of reader being Irish thank you for taking my request!!!

A few things I wanted to fill u in on the corned beef and cabbage nobody eats lol at least anymore my granny did tho and unfortunately not a lot of Irish people can fluently speak Irish or speak it at all 😕 it’s cus when the British took over it was banned so it died out but it’s taught in school again since we got independence I wish I could speak it fluently and also the parents would equally be going out getting drunk😂😂😂

the way you did reader made me so happy tho AND YOU SAYING MAM AHH SO IRISH I was giddy reading the whole fic also the why we wear green ngl I didn’t know that I just thought cus it’s lowkey like are colour ig for sports and Ireland is very green and it’s on the flag but who knows. also when r was like i think when they see me they will know and if not once i start talking they definitely will so trueee and the teaching them Irish dancing was so cute cus in school we would do these things called a ceílí which has loads of like partner and group Irish dances and ugh this fic was just perfect

Anyways you made my day with this one I never have read a fic with it being an Irish reader ever so it made my day thank you thank you don’t feel the need to respond and sorry for like going on an Irish rant? If that’s what we will call it again THANK YOU

-🤍

hi bestie boo, reveal who you are and message me eheheh

lol ngl i know nothin ab irish jawns bc i am quite literally the opposite of irish so i googled some shit rq but im glad u liked it :)

[jawnrochaa]

anyway, did some scrollin on the ol blog to try and get back to 2018 to queue some more posts and had a good time reading through all the things we used to get up to in the old days :) food discourse?? the rocha debate???? shitty jawn imagines night????? i read through so many of them it was such a delight. thank you all for indulging me and my silly whims <3

[awstenlookbook]

To promote opening for My Chemical Romance in 2022, Awsten wears The Hundreds Painters Pants in orange (no longer for sale).

📸Jawn Rocha via Waterparks' Instagram

If you've been following this saga on the pants, multiple videos were sent to me of all angles and I am fairly confident this one is correct and if it isn't I give up. Thank you so much to 276_eli on Twitter for the assist!

EDIT: This photo shows the pants from the pack, showing The Hundreds logo, so this is definitely correct :)

EDIT: Sweater

[inevitably-johnlocked]

*rolls into ur asks*

Jawn singing to/about Sherlock ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

https://open.spotify.com/track/3TN0iGCBNNPbuqD7DyAe7A?si=Z7Kw4oHVQx25qNeTEcOm6A&utm_source=copy-link

[Verse 1] You're the moon that glows in the sky Lighting up the world when it's blue Stars they dance, though late in the night Don't you know they dance just for you? There you are, above darkened clouds Smiling at the world from afar With the stars, you wander around May they follow you wherever you are Here I am, just another boy Singing songs that others have sung Tryna find the words to employ To adore the goddess of love [Pre-Chorus] Oh, you've got me in a daze yeah No, it's not another phase You gave me one look and now I can't get my mind off of you And it's all because

[Chorus] I see the galaxies when I look in your eyes And I can't speak, no I can't speak at all I swear to Zeus you're Aphrodite in disguise Don't think that you could hide it from me Oh no, I never thought I'd get this close to someone so divine Oh I can't breathe, no I can't breathe at all Aphrodite, could you could you please be mine? Oh Could you please be mine? Oh mine

[Verse 2] Here you are, I've waited so long Hoping you would sit down and stay 'Cause with the stars, I've been dancing along Like a fool, so you'd look my way You're the moon that glows in the sky Lighting up my world when it's blue Here I sing, though late in the night Hope you know I sing just for you

[Pre-Chorus] Oh, you've got me in a daze yeah No, it's not another phase You gave me one look and now I can't get my mind off of you And it's all because

[Chorus] I see the galaxies when I look in your eyes And I can't speak, no I can't speak at all I swear to Zeus you're Aphrodite in disguise Don't think that you could hide it from me Oh no, I never thought I'd get this close to someone so divine Oh I can't breathe, no I can't breathe at all Aphrodite, could you could you please be mine? Oh Could you please be mine? Oh mine Could you please be mine? Oh mine

[Lyrics from Genius.com]

[SPOTIFY LINK ABOVE]

Hey Lovely!

OOOOF this one is great for these two idiots!! Thank you so much for adding it!!!

🎶 LISTEN TO THE JOHNLOCK PLAYLIST ON [SPOTIFY] & [YOUTUBE] 🎶

[anniekoh]

Blackbird Spyplane

Too many places are STERILE and TORCHED — let’s make them COOL and FUNKY

In praise of Un-Grammable Hang Zones (U.G.H.Z.)

Right now, in year ~15 of the fetish for “clean lines” and “understated elegance,” I wanna hang for hours in a FRUMPY, MISSHAPEN, INVITINGLY INELEGANT place like Jump’N Java instead, during which time I would never even think to take out my phone and let the feed know I was there because, despite being packed with vibey curios, the place is way too much of a CHAOTIC VISUAL HODGEPODGE to “work” in the form of an iPhone pic on social media … There is one major flaw with U.G.H.Z — the food and drinks on offer typically range from passable to abysmal !

Your clothes are haunted by beautiful ghosts

3. Relatedly, clothes can be haunted by ghosts — in a way that is not spooky but tight — and rocking them can be séance-like. Memories of your past selves get woven into the threads of a favorite t-shirt you wore throughout college or a rainshell you wore in the backcountry. The spectral afterglow of other people’s lives lingers in secondhand pieces, too, which is why it feels so transportive when you buy, e.g., a secondhand jacket and find an old plane ticket or handwritten shopping list or letter tucked in the pocket. The pockets can be empty, too, and the s**t can still be full of ghosts.

Cool clothes should have credit sequences

The pleasures of "C.R.E.D.I.T.S. Mindset" Collaboration Respecters Enjoy Deeper Immersion in the Tightest S**t !! The answer to 3. is illustrated nowhere better than the way N*tflix (and other streaming platforms) make it actively hard to NOT skip end credits these days… They play a few pro forma seconds, then suddenly the window minimizes and the algorithm tries to serve you up some other st INSTANTLY, on autoplay... Just appreciating the visual representation, as name after name goes by, of the fact that MAD PEOPLE besides the director, writer & actors worked to make the thing I just watched — a collectivist counterbalance to romantic yet pernicious myths of INDIVIDUALIST GENIUS that can make us focus disproportionately on “numero uno” at the expense of fellowship & communitarian obligations! (This also manifests in a cool way when you see a filmmaker’s “Thank Yous” and get a little glimpse of the “social architecture” of a film’s making, like, “Dmn I didn’t know Joanna Hogg was homies with Martin Scorsese, that’s tight.”) ... Reading mad fashion magazines — which Erin has been doing since she was a COOL KID conducting adolescent jawn-recon — and whipping yr eye back and forth between the pics and the GUTTER CREDITS, where the info on designers, models, stylists, photographers, etc. is tucked. C.R.E.D.I.T.S. Mindset can be seen in opposition to marketing — because shining a light on otherwise unacknowledged labor can help reveal endemic exploitation (or, say, wildly inflated pricing). But it can abet marketing, too, for worse or better, whether via mockable clichés (“tonight’s chicken was raised 22 miles north of here by a farmer named Carol whose grain-free feed consists of …”) or by explaining and justifying something’s relatively high price tag by letting you know how, e.g., a pricey artisan jawn’s making was materially different from that of a cheap s*tty mass-market jawn.

By “blessed uninterrupted closed system” what we mean is that:

Nothing entered the room that wasn’t already there (e.g., no hot takes, no tweets, no IG stories, no “streaming content”) and

Nothing went out (no data for advertisers to vacuum up, no fuel for the algorithm to ingest, no performed versions of ourselves for the timeline to behold.) This was like that baller ROOM OF ONE’S OWN s*t Virginia Woolf was talking about, baby… And g-d dmn, it felt great!!

Is Ssense hurting the cool-clothes ecosystem? https://www.blackbirdspyplane.com/p/is-ssense-hurting-the-cool-clothes-ecosystem