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miraculouslbcnreactions · 9 months ago

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While "the network wants an episodic kids show, the authors want an epic dark complicated narrative" would explain A LOT about ML's problems, I'd still like to note that there are kids' shows that can do both, going full range from "mostly episodic with a sprinkle of narrative" (Kim Possible, MLP), to "heavily narrative but with episodic breather/filler episodes" (Gravity Falls, WITCH, the Owl House), with many variants in-between.

Even the transition from "fully episodic" to "more narratively-connected" that ML attempted to do can be done successfully - the aforementioned Gravity Falls and WITCH were more episodic in season 1 and more narratively driven in season 2.

However, I'd say there are a few other key problems that can be inferred from what we have:

The show tries too many things at once - as you have pointed out repeatedly. Magical girl and rom-com, single-hero, duo and team stories, wacky comedy and serious trauma, even trying to give several characters a redemption and a damnation arc at the same time (and failing with either). Apparently, it's not just TF vs writers: it's writers severely disagreeing with each other (see Thomas and Vincent's opinions on Chloe), and also trying to one-up the fans. Also, simply thinking too much of the work, which leads us to...

ML's total lack of self-awareness. Another famous case of a show that was almost entirely episodic is Phineas and Ferb. They use the same formula (the brothers build, Candace busts, Doof makes an Inator and is thwarted by Perry) over and over for four seasons. And by mid-season 1, the authors have been making fun of the structure, lampshading it, spoofing and twisting it, playing with "What if" episodes and never taking itself too seriously. When ML tries to be self-aware, it becomes either insulting to the fans (Animaestro), horrifically dark (Chat Blanc) or plain cringe (Simpleman). This is exacerbated by Astruc's arrogance and inability to ignore critics.

Is it possible to make a highly complex, genre-busting, yet kid-friendly story and succeed? Yes. But it needs to be better thought-out - if not from the start, then at the moment the network allows one to deviate from the formula.

And if all else fails and the story becomes too complicated and too repetitive at the same time... Well, self-awareness and the ability to make fun of one's own work can turn a sad mess into a hilariously fun disaster.

P. S. Love your posts as always, you are the main reason I'm still in the fandom!

Thank you for the kind words! I'm so glad that you're enjoying my stuff and I agree with all the things you brought up.

A big part of the reason that Miraculous is so fascinating to me is that there ISN'T a single cause of the issues. There are so many valid ways to discuss the show's problems. It's a masterclass in bad writing and what not to do!

It's why I'm able to run this blog. If it was as simple as, "here's the single reason why it's bad and here's how you fix that" or if the show never had any potential, then there wouldn't be much to talk about. But it did have potential and there is no single reason why it's bad. The causes are multitudinous as are the potential fixes! It feels like investigating some complex wreckage or an elaborate murder mystery in order to understand what the hell happened, which is really fun if you like talking about writing.

I find it much harder to discuss writing in an informative way if you only have good examples to draw from because that path risks stifling creativity. Just because a popular story did a thing well doesn't mean that story showed us the only way to do the things or even the best way to do the thing, but that's often the lesson people seem to learn. They see a thing that they like or even just a thing that audiences liked and want to copy it without understanding the full nuance of why they liked it.

A great example of this is Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender. He was such a well-written and popular character that all these properties started copying him even though the properties in question did NOT have a setup that worked for a Zuko. Praising Zuko won't really tell you all the ways that Zuko could have failed. Meanwhile, a case study of Chloe vs Zuko or even just a general discussion of Chloe lets you actually talk about the various styles of redemption arc and what you have to do to make them feel real. It's also far more interesting than talking how Zuko could have failed because Zuko didn't fail so why are we even talking about this? It's also far more interesting than talking about a bunch of properties that did redemption arcs well because that would require you to have seen all of those properties. But Chloe is from a single property and she did fail and people understandably have wildly different feelings about what the failure was because the writing was so bad, which means that digging into her writing is way more likely to hold your interest and teach you something.

This gif really does sum it up perfectly:

[Image description: scene from the movie Knives Out where the detective Benoit Blanc exclaims "It makes no damn sense! It compels me though" to explain his feelings on an ongoing murder mystery that he's trying to solve]

As does the old adage, "failure is the greatest teacher." Of course, no one ever said that it had to be your failure!

#alexunbroken #ml writing critical #ml writing salt

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bl-bam-beyond · 1 year ago

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A LOOK BACK AT ODS (OUR DATING SIM) & LEE WAN aka IAN, SHIN KI TAE aka EDDY, THEO, JAMIE & SUNNY

ON THIS DAY...MARCH 9, 2023 THE BEST KBL of 2023 PREMIERED on Gagaoolala (for some) & on Viki (for others)

Episode 1: Lee Wan is rushing to a job interview unbeknownst to him he's about to get a blast from the past in the form of his failed first love Shin Ki Tae.

Episodes 2: The viewers get a flash of what happened to these two best friends inseparable in high school right up until graduation. Lee Wan was facing a move after he and his sister went bankrupt and had to move in with an aunt. So his "failed" confession left Shin Ki Tae no way to contact Lee Wan.

Episode 3: Shin Ki Tae (Eddy) and Lee Wan (Ian) are now co-workers as encouragement from the mysterious Gameboy pushes Lee Wan not to run away. Though feeling harassed initially by Eddy, Ian is in for a shock.

Episode 4: Eddy (Shin Ki Tae) having beat Sunny at a video game won a wish. His wish was to work off site with illustrator Ian (Lee Wan). Ian needed to draw the background of a school. So Eddy took him to the school they graduated from, the school Lee Wan made his confession and the school Eddy last saw Lee Wan as he fled after being "rejected". To Lee Wan's surprise he got a confession from Shin Ki Tae.

Episode 5: Ian hasn't respond to Eddy's confession. To hard to believe? Perhaps. After a power outage Eddy invites Ian to his place after learning Ian has been living in the Night Duty Room. Later after a company dinner. Shin Ki Tae kisses Lee Wan for the first time.

Episode 6: After a kiss the two men have a "grandpa date" in the park. They talk. And agree to be secret boyfriends. Well they agreed to date.

Episode 7: Lee Wan is being wooed by a webtoon company that wants him to work outside of Korea (ie: abroad) after drinking with the webtoon producer a drunken Lee Wan returns to Shin Ki Tae's apartment. He let's slip that Shin Ki Tae wouldn't want him leaving. And Shin Ki Tae's anxiety (that no one knew he had) bubbles to the surface. After not being able to reach Lee Wan, Shin Ki Tae has a flashback of Lee Wan's confession and his own reaction and the moment Lee Wan apologized and ran off...never to be seen again (or 7 years) Remembering this traumatic experience sends Shin Ki Tae running through the streets calling out Lee Wan's name. Suddenly Lee Wan appears and Shin Ki Tae breaks down spilling his guts about how Lee Wan's disappearance crushed him. Stunned all Lee Wan can do is say Sorry.

Episode 8: The Finale. Lee Wan has completed his time at Shin Ki Tae's company Re: Try but he has brought more to the company as the Webtoon company pursuing Lee Wan has agreed to turn the dating simulation into a webtoon. It is agreed upon by Theo, Jamie, Sunny and Shin Ki Tae.

And our boys have become not just reunited but united. Is it forever? I'm not really sure. We're happy now but it could be game over at any time. But I won't run away again. -Lee Wan.

Our Dating Sim ran for 4 week...2 Episodes each week ending on March 30, 2023

Starring:

LEE JONG HYUK as Lee Wan/Ian

LEE SEUNG GYU as Shin Ki Tae/Eddy

also with:

Jung Jin Woo as Theo

Yu Seong Yong as Producer Ahn

Park Si Young as Jamie

Kim So Young as Lee Yeon

Sun Ryung as Sunny

Directed By: LIM HYUN HEE

Screenwriter: LEE YUN SEUL

I SAY THE BEST KBL OF 2023 AND THIS MY OPINION AS I KNOW MANY BL FANS MAY THINK DIFFERENTLY WITH SUCH TITLES AS

THE EIGHTH SENSE (My Second Best)

@pose4photoml @lutawolf @kingofthereblog-boysloveed @absolutebl

#A LOOK BACK #ON THIS DAY #OUR DATING SIM #MARCH 9TH 2023 TO MARCH 30TH 2023 #THE STORY OF SHIN KI TAE & LEE WAN #SOUTH KOREAN BL SERIES #THERE WAS A LOT OF GREAT KBL IN 2023 #BUT FOR ME OUR DATING SIM TOPPED THE LIST #THERE WAS ALSO A FEW DUDS #HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO OUR DATING SIM #My GIFS #MYGIFSET #MY-GIF-EDIT #BL-BAM-BEYOND FAMILY OF BLOGS

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daeyeol4you · 2 years ago

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The Chay Rewatch Ep 9

Ep 1 & 2, Ep 3, Ep 4, Ep 5, Ep 6, Ep 7, Ep 8

Ep 9 - Kim is so whipped while somehow still being emotionally constipated

Time: 10:22 – 12:11 – songwriting boy

Kim’s Outfit: An olive-green jacket, a white shirt, and the return of the white pants

Why does no guitar in this show have a guitar strap?

Chay’s song breaks Kim’s writing block, Kim’s written tons of music before, but now Chay is becoming his muse, taking over the one outlet Kim allows himself

The emotional shutdown Kim forces himself through once he realizes how happy even the memory of Chay is making him. He can’t allow himself to be weak because any attachment to Chay is a weakness, but even that fails because immediately he’s back to smiling while he plays

Kim is so inspired to write even while he’s very clearing trying to cut Chay out of his brain, he’s trying to write his feelings out so he can go back to being cold, untouchable Kim

Korn really did screw up all of his sons emotionally – commitment issues to spare

Time: 29:46 – Macau Spotting

Macau scaring the absolute shit out of Pete, what a little shit

Macau’s Outfit: Another sweater vest with orange and blue stripes with tan pants and white shoes

Macau and Vegas definitely planned this, and Macau is so happy to be causing mischief

Wingman Macau you will always be famous

Macau going on and on about the sermon to tease Pete only to fall asleep immediately, what a mood

Time: 39:24 – 40:03 – the guitar pick!

Not me immediately trying to analyze all of the details of Chay’s room

There’s a bottle of milk on his desk – again I’m sorry I laughed this is a funny bit

The towers of CDs behind Chay speak to how Chay isn’t just into music because its fun, he’s put a lot of effort into appreciating music

The ukelele is cute

He has a jar of I think paper stars on his back shelf – I only mention this because there are a number of different meanings to lucky paper stars but the one I know best is that if you fold either 1,000 or 2,000 (depending on the tale) you can get a wish (you also can give the stars to someone you love) I also know some do it for luck – which Chay has interesting thoughts about luck as we know

Chay creating the guitar pick with his own two hands – my art kid Chay agenda is so real

Chay’s outfit: I’m 99% sure that Chay is wearing a Geto (from Jujutsu Kaisen) shirt. Chay anime fan confirmed

Geto is an antagonist from Jujutsu Kaisen, and I view him as a tragic figure who was once good but due to the evils of his job and the abuse he saw, turned evil. Later on, his body becomes a vessel for further evil

Chay’s friend is named Ohm! I so forgot about this bit I won’t lie

Chay really had been hoping it was Kim. He may have left the next step up to Kim, but he’s still so hopeful that Kim doesn’t leave him behind. He’s for sure getting impatient about it and is planning his next move on his target – sorry crush!

Chay ignoring Ohm draws up a lot of my ideas about how private Chay is about everything. He allows others to see just the surface of everything going on with him, but he tends to be very private about his thoughts and interests. Its not a lack of confidence. I just think he learned early on that sometimes speaking up about everything can be a burden (particularly in his relationship with Porsche) you have to work to get his more internal thoughts

And Chay chooses this! At any point he could put down the guitar pick and answer his friend’s invite, who probably knows something is up with Chay just not what. He’s very tunnel-visioned when he chooses a path, but he doesn’t feel the need to tell anyone else that

Chay doesn’t hide or lie about his emotions and thoughts usually. He just doesn’t always say them out loud. There’s a difference trust me

Time: 49:48 – 53:04 – Chay’s version of gift giving

Chay’s Outfit: a grey crewneck with white and blue paint splatters over a black shirt with the same pendant from the song scene

Kim’s outfit: a studded black leather jacket paired with a white shirt and blue jeans. His necklace this time is a blend of two different chain types (partly made of safety pins I think?) with his regular silver earrings and rings

Chay breaking into the rehearsal space – child I was just praising you for leaving the ball in Kim’s court, please stop waving red flags! You are such a concerning young man

Chay is so cute no wonder Kim is okay with the stalking, also who is this friend Chay keeps getting this info from (please just be stan twitter please that’d be so funny)

I love how this scene gets presented from behind the glass of the recording booth, the slow zoom-in on the two as the scene progresses

Kim’s calm responses to this are so dynamic when placed next to Chay’s which are full of excitement and nerves

Gosh the zoom-in when Chay presents the box – beautiful

“This is limited edition. You’ve got the only one piece in the world.” – how long do you think its been since Kim received a genuine, heartfelt gift like this?

Compare this gift to Kim and the guitar. Kim bought an incredibly expensive guitar for Chay, but it was to buy his way into the house. There was more manipulation than thought put into that gift

Whereas Chay made that pick himself adding even greater meaning to the gift. Chay isn’t trying to manipulate Kim, he’s genuinely just staying true to himself by confessing and giving Kim the pick as thanks. Chay’s always been upfront about his emotions and intentions with Kim which is very refreshing

of course Chay passed - he's very talented

“From now on I won’t have any excuse to see your face.” “Can I bother you one last time?” – that’s such a cute statement, plus it also goes to show that Chay gets that Kim is trying to cut him off and will accept it after he says his piece (Chay respects boundaries! I am ignoring his stalking for right now!)

I love Chay’s fidgeting here, very genuine and doesn’t feel forced

KIM’S FACE WHEN CHAY SAYS HE LIKES HIM! He knew but was not prepared for Chay to actually say it

Chay’s rambling about making an oath with himself – he is so good! He is so emotionally healthy & confident! (I am ignoring the red flags about his stalking right now!)

I know some people were disappointed about never getting a ‘real’ kiss, but I like this cheek kiss. Chay’s still young compared to Kim, and Kim holds a lot of power as his tutor as well as how many secrets he’s keeping from Chay. A kiss on the lips would have been marred by that and would have been uncomfortable when looked back on. This kiss works for them, it's sweet and it’s a foundation for the two of them to build on

During this scene, there’s this large empty space between Kim and Chay. Chay stays respectfully away until Kim breaks the divide and kisses him. It was always going to be up to Kim to choose what to do next

THE MUSIC!! THE HUGS!! – Kim is so not a hugger, but for Chay he lets it happen, twice! This is the same man we see bullying bodyguards and murdering people! The duality of man indeed

Shoutout to Tankhun for his open and honest defense of Porsche – truly a man who knows that open communication is necessary (unlike his brothers)

Overall Chay Rating (Chrating) – A

This ep definitely goes everywhere, but we get a good amount of KimChay development as well as a Macau appearance. I’m glad we got solo scenes from Kim & Chay before they saw each other as it laid the groundwork for the confession scene, very well plotted. Chay being so truthful to himself as well as Kim’s emotional breakthrough was very refreshing

#kprewatch2023 #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #porchay kittisawat #porchay pichaya kittisawat #kim theerapanyakul #kimchay

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sporadic-dummy · 3 months ago

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Blog Post 2: Game Lab 1

On 2/5/2025, I played the board game Secret Hitler with a few classmates. I was first exposed to the game when I heard tidbits of people playing a session from across the room at a house party last year, though I hadn’t actually played the game until directed to during class. At its core, the game is a social deduction game where it’s liberals vs. fascists, the game taking on a political theme. On the liberal side, the goal is to either enact 5 liberal policies or expose and execute Hitler, whereas the fascists are trying to enact 5 fascist policies or elect Hitler as chancellor.

In our first session, I was given the liberal role along with a majority of the 10 people in the game, though I was not aware of who else was on my side or against me. Fascists in the beginning generally seem to have the advantage of knowing who everyone on their team is, with the exception of the Secret Hitler themself not knowing. Before the first election starts, all the players are instructed to close their eyes while knocking on the table as the fascists learn who everyone is. The knocking part of the beginning seems small and unimportant, though I think it adds to the mystery of the game. The sound from everyone knocking on the table potentially covers any shuffling that may occur when fascists reveal each other so that they don’t accidentally reveal themselves to any liberals beside them at the table. In the end, there were a total of four fascists in the game including Secret Hitler who managed to get Hitler instated as chancellor and won the game.

Detailed below is the session report for the first Secret Hitler game played among us:

Players: Emilie Garcia, Justin Kim, Vivian Lam, Jared Langner, Beckett Van Leer, Quynh Luong, Sejeong Park, Karan Raval, Jonathan Sim and Lea Wilhelmer

Mechanisms of Secret Hitler: Hidden Roles, Player Elimination, Team-Based Game, Traitor Game, Voting

Round 1: Lea is President and Beckett voted as Chancellor

A president is chosen and chooses a chancellor

3 policies are drawn.

President throws 1 away and hands 2 to the chancellor

The chancellor then throws 1 away and the last remaining policy is kept

(Fascist policy was passed)

Round 2: Karan is elected president and Justin is chancellor

3 policies are drawn

Karan throws 1 away and passes 2 to the chancellor

The chancellor (Justin) can see both policies and throws 1 away

(Fascist Policy was passed)

Round 3: Quynh is elected president and Emilie is denied chancellor due to failing the vote

The election fails and passes to 1

No policies are drawn

Round 4: Vivian is elected President and Sejeong is not elected Chancellor

No policies are drawn

The election fail is moved to level 2

Round 5: Jared is elected president and Vivian is up for a vote for Chancellor

Vivian is elected Chancellor

Jared draws 3 policies.

President throws 1 away and hands 2 to the chancellor

The chancellor then throws 1 away and the last remaining policy is kept

3rd Fascist Policy is passed

Round 6: Beckett is elected president and Justin is elected chancellor

Justin is revealed to be Hitler

Here's the official website for the game:

#art 108

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ls-daydreams · 2 years ago

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Forget-Me-Not Intro

A suicidal reporter becomes the object of a serial killer's affections.

DETAILS: genre — thriller, romance // themes — grief, peculiar love, beauty in ugliness // status — finished // medium — film // wordcount — 25k words // warnings — murder, suicide, death, blood, panic attacks, cutting

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Story Tag | Playlist - Spotify | Playlist - Youtube

Summary, Characters & More Info under the cut

SUMMARY: Haunted by never-ending tragedies, reporter Seo Joon decides to end his life in an almost derelict bath house. It's there he runs into a pair of odd strangers who force him to pick a side when they get into a violent fight, Seo Joon accidentally ending up killing one to save the other. A connection immediately forms between Seo Joon and the rescued stranger, Yul, who convinces the former to put off his initial plans.

It's only the next morning that Seo Joon learns two things: Yul is a photographer working for the police, and the man they killed was completely certain Yul was a serial killer trying to claim him as the next victim.

CHARACTERS:

Kang Seo Joon: Lonely and alone, Seo Joon struggles to make a life for himself after succumbing into a deep depression. Drawing no satisfaction from his repetitive job, drowning in grief, and haunted by the perception that he is unlovable, he is close to surrendering to his dark thoughts when he meets Yul.

Choi Yul: A seasoned photographer with a murky past, Yul is a deeply caring man trying (and failing) to alienate himself from people in order to protect them. Afraid of losing his loved ones, he immortalizes them in photographs, to keep them alive and by his side forever.

Kim Jiwon: An ambitious police officer who refuses to take things at face value, Jiwon carries her own deep grief after losing a family member in an accident for which she blames herself. Now haunted by a strange phobia and overlooked by her peers, she is forced to choose between staying loyal to an old friend or helping a charming newcomer.

Lee Kibum: A kooky private investigator who shares a past with Yul, Kibum sticks out like a sore thumb and loves it. Never still and always cheerful, he hides a dangerous and obsessive persona behind silly pretenses and an overwhelming friendliness.

Yong Sanghyuk: A troubled, vengeful man still feeling his brother's loss even after decades. Driven only by grief and rage, he carelessly throws away his life in his pursuit for revenge, managing to come only seconds away from achieving his goal.

MORE INFO:

The Inspiration & Idea: Originally titled Focus, this story served as my final major project for my Bachelor's. Having fought to write this idea (which was called too ambitious and hard to write at the time), it was all I could think about for months, and championing it proved to be the best decision I could possibly make. Inspired - again - mainly by Taemin's work, the story kept evolving throughout the years, and I with it. I wanted to explore the idea of grief and how different people experience and live with it, as well as discussing odd and intricate bonds between people who, despite being alienated from the world, understand each other perfectly.

The Feedback: This is my most successful story to date, having won Blue Cat's Fellini Award in 2020 and Best Dialogue & Best Characters at the 2021 Plot Point Awards, as well as placing as a quarterfinalist in Final Draft's 2020 Big Break Contest and semifinalist in Screencraft's 2020 Drama Competition. I was also a semifinalist for the Academy Nicholl Fellowship in 2020, which is still quite surreal.

The Extended Universe: I wrote two companion pieces to this:

1. Snapshots, a mock-up of Yul's photo album from the film. The idea would be to scan codes on the back of the photos, which would take you to a diary entry, a video, or a letter exploring that certain period in Yul's life. It goes from his childhood all the way to the night he meets Seo Joon.

2. To My Star, a transmedia experience in the form of a love letter Seo Joon writes to Yul. This letter is narrated, recorded, and played over a video containing photographs and articles from the film, as well as accompanied by physical elements such as Yul's origami rose and some of his polaroids. This piece was shown during the Underdog Scriptwriting Festival in 2019.

Both these pieces correlate to earlier drafts of the story, so I'm not making them public as they're riddled with inconsistencies.

The universe of Forget-Me-Not also expands into both Metanoia and Flat 27, the action taking place in the same small town (Plain River)

#ldwrites #ldfmn #just making individual posts for mobile nav

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becomewings · 4 years ago

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BTS Universe Timeline

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TIMELINE GUIDE

Content warning: contains references to death, suicide, suicidal ideation, child abuse, domestic violence, blood, homicide, depression, trauma, PTSD

This guide contains major spoilers from all BU media

Revisions and additions will be made as necessary, so please visit the original post for the most up-to-date version (update log is included at bottom of post)

All names are provided as fully as known

Bracketed dates are inferred or calculated from references in the text

While the timeline is presented here as objectively as possible, I acknowledge that there is a level of subjectivity in choosing which information is significant enough for inclusion and in certain connections drawn between entries

Please inform me of any suspected errors; I will investigate and correct them

Do not repost, copy, or quote without permission

School Years: Together & Apart

- March Year 19 through 10 April Year 22 -

2 March Year 19 Notes 1 (SJ)

Ten days after returning from the U.S., SeokJin and his father visit the principal’s office at his new school. SeokJin learns that he will start one grade lower due to the different education systems. SeokJin’s father grips his shoulder while the principal explains that school is a “dangerous place” that needs to be “tightly controlled.” He asks: “You know you have to keep me informed, right? You’ll be a good student, right?” SeokJin squeezes out a “yes” and his father lets go. Both ChangJun and the principal laugh. SeokJin looks down at their shining shoes, wondering from where the light is coming.

Note: SeokJin’s 25 June Year 19 entry in Notes 1 specifies that his father attended the same high school. JiMin’s 23 July Year 22 entry in Notes 2 reveals that, according to a comment he finds on an online news article, ChangJun and the principal were in school at the same time and fought with each other “as if it would only end when one of them dropped dead,” but they appeared to get along later due to politics.

3 March Year 19 BTS Universe Story: The Boy on the Threshold, ep.1

On the first day of school at Songju Jeil High School, the Dean of Students berates the six latecomers lined up outside: SeokJin, NamJoon, HoSeok, JiMin, TaeHyung, and JungKook. YoonGi arrives even later. The Dean assigns them one month of community service as punishment. When he notices SeokJin, he clears his throat and says he is letting them off because it’s the first day: they must all assemble after classes to clean the annex, a classroom turned into a storage room. This room becomes their meeting place and hideout even after their punishment is finished.

Note: Their punishment for being late is referenced in JiMin’s 12 March Year 19 entry in Notes 1, when he escapes to the old classroom again and finds the others already there. He observes that it feels as though they’ve been “hanging out together forever.” The punishment scene is also similar to a moment in the BTS Begins Middle Scene VCR. Although it includes a few extra students and cannot be confirmed as BU content, it does mirror the canonical detail of YoonGi arriving last.

28 May Year 19 Notes: Answer

In the classroom hideout, JungKook asks everyone what their dreams are because he has to write a paper about future hopes. SeokJin wants to become a good person, and YoonGi says it’s okay to have no dream. TaeHyung poses on a chair and says he’s going to be a superhero. HoSeok scolds him and adds that he wants to find his mom and live happily. JiMin asks him if he is unhappy now, and HoSeok pulls an exaggeratedly worried expression. “Is that how it works?” JiMin is flustered when HoSeok asks what his dream is and remembers that when he was in preschool he wanted to be president, but didn’t know what he wanted after that. Everyone looks at NamJoon, who shrugs and confesses that while he wants to say something nice, he doesn’t have a dream either and just wishes that his part-time job pays more. JungKook looks down at his assignment, divided into sections for “student” and “parent,” and wonders what he hopes to become. He can’t think of anything to write.

12 June Year 19 — The Sea Notes 1

YoonGi’s entry:

All seven boys cut school and decide to go to the sea. They have little money between them, so they must walk to the train station. As they leave, YoonGi almost bumps into JiMin and realizes that he is standing frozen with a trembling face. JiMin stares at a sign that reads “2.1km to Grass Flower Arboretum.” YoonGi flatly tells him that it’s too hot to go to the arboretum. He has an “instinctive feeling” that they should avoid it. He observes that JiMin walks away like a little kid, head bent and shoulders hunched.

JungKook’s entry:

The boys arrive at the beach. They hang around under a torn parasol until HoSeok holds up a discovery on his phone: a large rock that is supposed to grant your dream if you stand atop it and shout your dream out to the sea. TaeHyung encourages them to go. While they grumble in the heat on the long trek, JungKook reflects on how he had recently asked the others what their dreams were. (See 28 May Year 19.) None of them really have a dream to pursue.

YoonGi tells JungKook to stop biting his nails or else they’ll become like his. Then he asks JungKook what his dream is. Having never thought about it, JungKook doesn’t know. He hesitates and then asks what a dream is. HoSeok rattles off a few definitions from his phone. YoonGi questions, “How can something that you want to achieve most in your life and something that is unlikely to come true both be called a dream? … Don’t ever try to have a dream.” JungKook asks why. At his glance, YoonGi stops biting his nails and puts his hands in his pockets. “Because it’s tough having one.” JungKook is curious about why YoonGi bites his nails but doesn’t ask. He recalls that it has been a habit since his childhood to hurt himself. He remembers cutting his finger on a knife badly enough that his mom took him to the hospital, but she didn’t take care of him after they went home. His wound healed slowly because he kept pressing it; the pain helped him feel awake. Even now, he sometimes feels hollow.

TaeHyung asks how much longer they have to walk. HoSeok is puzzled, saying they should be close. They gaze around the empty, pebbled beach. JiMin sighs and reads aloud from an article on his phone. A resort will be built on this beach, and the construction company blew up the rock. They notice the cordoned off construction zone. They try to reassure each other to remain positive, but they all feel the disappointment of walking all that way for nothing. JungKook notices YoonGi biting his nails again and tries to stop him, but he is interrupted by a loud drilling noise. JungKook looks past him at the sea and all that remains of the dream-granting rock, the pebbles under their feet. “Is the world tough for you, too?” he asks, but YoonGi can’t hear him. JungKook screams again. “Do you want to give up on this world, too?” HoSeok and TaeHyung laugh at their mimed conversation. They all look out to the sea and shout their dreams. The drilling is so loud that they can’t hear each other. JungKook cannot even hear his own dream. When the noise stops, they cut off abruptly and laugh. SeokJin suggests that they take a photo. He sets the timer and runs to join their row, the sea behind them. They walk back to the train station. JungKook asks if he can keep the photo. SeokJin writes “June 12” on the back and gives it to him, telling him that his dream will come true. JungKook asks if SeokJin knows what he shouted to the sea, and SeokJin merely taps his shoulder and strides ahead.

BTS Universe Story : The Boy on the Threshold, ep.3

JungKook’s memory of the beach trip follows a similar structure to the scene in Notes 1, plus a notable addition. After they fail to find the dream-granting boulder, JungKook climbs up on the pier railing. He thinks: “I’ve always liked walking on the edge of walls or on top of lines. Focusing on centering my gravity means that I don’t really think of anything else, and the boundary—not quite a part of either place—always felt like where I should be.” Someone grabs his arm while he precariously balances. YoonGi tells him not to do that, and JungKook assures him that he won’t fall.

“YoonGi would often grab my arm when I walked on railings. The others would look after me, too, after seeing him do that. I liked their helping hands. It felt like they were telling me that I should go to them. That this wasn’t my place. Maybe their hands were why I walked on the railings.”

25 June Year 19 Notes 1 (SJ)

Alone in the classroom hideout, SeokJin finds a plant by the window. He takes pictures with his phone but doesn’t think they capture what the human eye sees. He notices that “HoSeok’s plant” is scribbled on the floor beneath the pot and then realizes that the window sills, walls, and ceiling are covered with graffiti and drawings, messages left behind by the students who once passed through that room. He wonders if there were past teachers who used violence and endless tests or students like him who ratted out their friends to the principal. Since his father also attended that high school, SeokJin looks for his name on the walls and finds it with a phrase written underneath: “Everything started from here.”

Note: TaeHyung, JiMin, NamJoon, and YoonGi discover several other familiar names near Kim ChangJun (SeokJin’s father) on the classroom wall in TaeHyung’s 23 July Year 22 entry from 7’s album Notes and the extended version in Notes 2.

30 August Year 19 Notes: Her

JiMin plays in HoSeok’s shadow while he is on the phone, reflecting on how HoSeok has accompanied him on the two-hour walk home since the beginning of the school semester. JiMin eventually realized that HoSeok didn’t live in the same direction but never questioned him, simply hoping that their time walking together would stretch the day out a little longer. HoSeok finishes on the phone and chases after him while the cicadas sing and their ice creams melt. Suddenly, JiMin is afraid, wondering how many of these days are left.

20 March Year 20 Notes 1 (TH)

TaeHyung sneaks up on NamJoon in the hallway by their classroom hideout. He stops when he hears SeokJin’s voice inside, apparently informing the principal about how TaeHyung and YoonGi had ditched school and got in a fight over the past few days. SeokJin throws open the door, phone in hand, and looks flustered to see NamJoon standing there. TaeHyung hides in a corner and is shocked to hear NamJoon assure him, “It’s OK. There must’ve been a good reason.” HoSeok and JiMin find TaeHyung in the hallway, and HoSeok pulls him into the classroom. NamJoon beams at TaeHyung as though nothing strange has happened. Believing that NamJoon “must have his reasons” because he is more intelligent and mature, TaeHyung decides not to tell anyone about the conversation he overheard.

15 May Year 20 Notes 1 (NJ)

NamJoon visits the classroom hideout on his last day of school. Two weeks prior, his family decided that they needed to move due to complications with his father’s health and their overdue rent. NamJoon tries to write a message on a piece of paper. He scribbles “I must survive” before the pencil lead snaps. He crumples the paper and writes in the dust on the window instead.

“No farewell message would be enough to let the others know how I felt. At the same time, no farewell message was needed to make myself understood. ‘See you again.’ It was a wish, rather than a promise.”

Note: “I must survive” is a recurring message tied to NamJoon in the BU MVs. See also 17 December Year 21.

7 June Year 20 Notes: Persona

TaeHyung’s two month old puppy Dubu slips out of the leash and disappears while he is distracted on his phone. TaeHyung runs around the neighborhood looking for him, first angry at the puppy and then blaming himself. When Dubu returns on his own, TaeHyung is filled with the unfamiliar feeling that he is someone who can be relied on.

11 June Year 20 BTS Universe Story: The Boy on the Threshold, ep.5 Everyone’s Place

In the classroom hideout, JungKook listens to YoonGi playing the piano. The sound of the music makes him feel as if YoonGi understands how he feels and is trying to console him. The Dean of Students forces the door open, demanding why they are there. He berates and slaps JungKook, knocking him to the floor. YoonGi steps between them and shoves the teacher’s shoulder. The dean warns him that he had better be prepared for the consequences of putting his hands on a teacher and then leaves. Despite his throbbing cheek, JungKook smiles because it is the first time someone has protected him, and the feeling of getting closer to YoonGi makes him giddy. For the next two weeks, YoonGi does not come to school.

25 June Year 20 Notes 1

JungKook’s entry:

JungKook tries to play the piano in the classroom hideout, unable to make it sound like YoonGi did. He reflects on the rumor that YoonGi was expelled after the events of 11 June and wonders if YoonGi would still be here playing the piano if JungKook had not been there that day when the teacher appeared.

YoonGi’s entry:

Breathing hard, YoonGi arrives at his bedroom, removes a half-burned piano key from an envelope in his desk drawer, and throws it into the trash can. He remembers a day four years ago when he returned to their burned down home and found a skeleton of the piano where his mother’s room used to stand. He noticed several piano keys on the ground and took one of them, wondering what note it was and how many times her fingers touched it. In the present, YoonGi thinks how unbearable living under his father’s rule is and recalls what happened that day: he is officially expelled from school. He picks up the piano key again and hurls it out the window.

“I couldn’t hear the piano key hit the ground. Now I’d never know what note it made. It’d never make a sound again. I’d never play the piano again.”

17 July Year 20 Notes 1 (SJ)

At the end of the last school day before summer vacation, SeokJin tries to leave quickly but is hailed by HoSeok and JiMin. No one knows that he was pressured by the principal and revealed their hideout, which led to JungKook and YoonGi being discovered (11 June) and the latter’s expulsion (25 June). HoSeok wishes SeokJin a good vacation and to keep in touch, but he can’t reply.

“My first day at this school crossed my mind as I passed through the school gate. We were all late and got punished. But we were together, so we could laugh together. I had ruined all those memories we shared.”

Note: Variations of the sentiment “we can laugh when we’re together” recur throughout BU.

15 September Year 20 Notes 1 (HS)

In the hospital emergency room, HoSeok wants to explain how JiMin had a seizure at the bus stop to his mother, Sim SeonMi. When the doctors wheel JiMin’s bed out, HoSeok begins to follow until SeonMi thanks him and touches his shoulder. He feels like she has drawn a line between them that he cannot cross. He falls to the floor, and when he looks up, JiMin’s bed is gone.

Note: The name of JiMin’s mother is specified in his BTS Universe Story arc, Stopped Time. JiMin’s 11 May Year 22 entry in Notes 1 reflects that he blacked out at the bus stop after seeing the window of the Grass Flower Arboretum shuttle bus open. His 12 August Year 22 entry in Notes 2 reveals the real cause of JiMin’s seizure at the bus stop: he sees the boy that he left behind at the arboretum warehouse on 6 April Year 11. Though the boy’s empty eyes no longer speak to JiMin, this chance encounter awakens his memories of that day.

28 September Year 20 Notes: Her and Smeraldo Books Twitter

JiMin, heavily medicated, has lost track of how long he has been back in the hospital. But he considers this a special day because he lies to the doctor for the first time about not remembering anything.

Note: He is lying about not remembering what triggered his seizure at the bus stop on 15 September and/or what happened at the Grass Flower Arboretum when he was a kid (see Notes 2 comments above). This lie is also referenced in his 11 May Year 22 entry in Notes 1.

30 September Year 20 Notes 1 (JK)

A teacher hits JungKook with an attendance book when he refuses to admit that he still visits the classroom hideout, reminding him of when YoonGi was beaten. Later, JungKook stands outside the room and imagines that the others are waiting for him on the other side. He opens the door to only find HoSeok, clearing out what remains of their belongings. HoSeok walks him out, and JungKook realizes that those days are gone and will never come again.

25 February Year 21 Notes: Her (HS)

HoSeok watches himself dance in the mirror. He has danced since he was around twelve and discovered an ecstasy that came from inside himself. Outside of the mirror, HoSeok is a person who collapses everywhere and takes medicine he doesn’t need, who smiles even when he hates it and isn’t happy. But when he dances, he truly becomes himself, casting away all that weighs him down and feeling that he can become happy.

2 May Year 21 Notes: Persona (JK)

Biking along the Yangjicheon riverbank, JungKook thinks about how his friends left him one by one and that no one at home or in the world smiles at him anymore. He stops in the shadows under a bridge. Nobody comes to this kind of ruined place, and maybe that is the reason no one comes to him either. He feels most comfortable alone in the complete darkness where no one will look for him and wants the moment to never end.

9 August Year 21 Notes: Persona (SJ)

SeokJin walks along a Los Angeles beach and photographs the ocean. It has been a year since he fled Songju and moved to his mother’s family’s home, where he grew up as a child. He doesn’t photograph people anymore and didn’t bring any photos from high school with him, afraid to remember who he was at that time or to wonder about how his friends are doing and whether they still think of him.

17 December Year 21 Notes 1 (NJ)

This lengthy entry details events that transpired since the autumn of Year 20 when NamJoon’s family moved to the village, framed by moments on 17 December itself as NamJoon leaves on his own. His family chooses this village because it has a nearby hospital for his ailing father and employers who will hire someone without a high school diploma. NamJoon serves as a delivery boy for an eatery, competing for work with the other local boys. They grow a strange sense of solidarity, and he privately dubs one of them “TaeHyung,” even though the boy’s discontent, outward behavior is more akin to YoonGi’s. (Quotation marks added to the name here for clarity.) Competition slackens when snow falls in winter. NamJoon and “TaeHyung” are the only ones poor enough to risk the road up to the mountain town’s rest area when orders are phoned to the village below. On an afternoon forecast to have heavy snowfall, the restaurant owner dismisses “TaeHyung” due to his bruised face and gives the deliveries to NamJoon. The old delivery scooter fishtails on NamJoon’s third trip down the mountain, throwing him off. More anxious about the scratched scooter than his cut ankle and aching body, NamJoon finally gets it to restart and returns to the eatery. “TaeHyung,” who has been hanging around this whole time, approaches and asks for a favor. Before he can answer, NamJoon receives a call from his mother relaying that his father went outside alone and fell, requiring a trip to the hospital. NamJoon understands that his father was only trying to keep his dignity but is still frustrated because he can’t earn any more much-needed money this day. He hands “TaeHyung” the keys and leaves to take his father to the hospital.

The next day, NamJoon learns that “TaeHyung” was in a fatal accident during one of the deliveries up the mountain. The police officer blames him for being a poor driver and not wearing a helmet. NamJoon does not speak up that he has never seen the helmet the owner now has placed out on the counter. He visits the scene of the accident, thinking that the white outline on the road could be his if he was the one to make the next delivery—just as it could be his family mourning in the village instead of “TaeHyung’s” mother. On a later trip carrying his father home from the bus stop, NamJoon pretends not to hear his father’s frail voice over the noise of barking dogs. A week after that, NamJoon is making steady deliveries up the mountain. During what is ultimately his last delivery, he speaks with a stranger at the rest area, who cautions him to take care. “Do you know what’s really dangerous? Calcium chloride and wet leaves, not the snow itself,” the stranger blurts as NamJoon departs. NamJoon drives carefully back, not looking at the scene of the accident. This is not out of safety, as he tries to convince himself, but guilt: guilt for surviving, for his relief of being the one alive, for not defending “TaeHyung’s” driving skills. He also wonders if he is “a hypocrite pretending to have a guilty conscience.” Because he scattered wet leaves and sprinkled calcium chloride to prevent the road from icing over where he fell that afternoon, believing that he would be making the next delivery. If he did not do both those things, would “TaeHyung” be alive?

Mind and body numb, NamJoon makes it home from the delivery detached from the world around him. The barking dogs snap him out of the daze, and he remembers his father’s words that he pretended not to hear and dwelled on daily despite trying not to think about them: “Go, NamJoon. You must survive.” The next morning (17 December), NamJoon sneaks away to the bus stop. He is running away from his family’s misfortunes, from his own resignation to his fate, from poverty. The bus is scheduled to arrive in Songju in a few hours—the city he left with no notice and is returning to once more with the same. NamJoon wonders if his old friends still live there and how they are doing. On the frosted window, he writes with his finger: “I must survive.”

Note: The village boy’s real name is JongHun according to NamJoon’s 12 June Year 22 entry in Notes 2, which also reveals that he visited JongHun’s home to give his condolences before he left town.

1 February Year 22 Notes: 7 (SJ)

Summoned by his father without explanation, SeokJin flies back to Korea from Los Angeles. Although he has addresses in both LA and Songju, neither place feels like his home.

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〚 💜 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕡 💜 〛| [CHAPTER 5]

this chapter pairing; professor!seokjin x uni-student!(female)reader x uni-student!(virgin)seungkwan

genre&warnings; university!au, professor!seokjin, virgin!seungkwan, threesome, dirty talk, lots of teasing, oral(fem receiving), squirting, fingering, overstimulation! Plz, seokjin would soooo do this LMAO ☠️ also this was queued so i’m hoping it went up when it was supposed to sdkfhkh hehe also thank you so much for your interest and support always, it means so much to me and honestly keeps me going!😭💕 I get so many great ideas from you guys! 💕That being said, I took a human sexuality class in uni and it was… interesting. Can’t rly say I learned much but I had a cool professor so LOL 🤣 ANYWAY, enjoy ch 5 and have a great rest of your day! I love you! 💕

word count; ~2300

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ?

Seungkwan gets a D- on his exam for the first time in his life.

He sits on a bench across campus for far too long simmering in his thoughts before he decides he needs to speak to his professor about his grade that can’t possibly be right.

After all, Seungkwan never got bad grades.

Admittedly, he’s a little more than heated and somewhat embarrassed as he makes the trek back to the lecture hall where his Human Sexuality class had been held - too in a rush to even knock when he all but throws the door open.

“Professor Kim, I just don’t think--”

“...Ngh, Seok---Seokjin!”

“Uhh--”

Being Seokjin’s TA had its perks.

Mostly it was the way he always ate you out after his long lectures.

‘My way of saying sorry for making you sit through those boring lessons,’ he’d said.

“Pretty ‘lil cunt is so wet for me already, baby~” He leans in, tongue sliding through your wet folds as you tangle a hand into his hair.

“I always look forward to our sessions, professor~” You throw your head back as you sit atop his desk; legs spread obscenely wide as Seokjin kneels between them.

He was a young professor on campus - extremely gifted and knowledgeable on the topic of sex which he’d proven to you on multiple occasions.

Seokjin’s tongue drags through your folds slowly as you mewl; fingertips tightening in his hair when the tip of his tongue dips into your entrance before drawing up and circling your sensitive clit.

“G-god, mmh, your t-tongue feels so, ah, g-good… makes m-me so wet…”

His eyes flit up to your face momentarily; smirking when he notices how blissed out your face looks.

“You’re always so quick to jump onto my desk the second the room’s empty. Do you really just sit there thinkin’ about this the entire lecture?”

“Maybe… Ngh, Seok--Seokjin!”

Seungkwan is even more embarrassed now, except less about his failing grade and more about the fact he just walked in on something he probably shouldn’t have.

“I’m so so sorry, I just---I’m--I--um--”

“Oh, it’s you, Seungkwan. Come in and close the door.”

Seokjin flicks your clit one more time with the tip of his tongue as you whine and jolt from the sensitivity. He stands from his kneeling position, dusting off his slacks as he gives you a pointed stare. “Stay still.”

“Yes, professor~”

The younger male stays with his back pressed to the door, eyes avoiding the older male who starts walking over to him.

“I take it you weren’t too pleased about your failing grade, huh? You were the only one who failed the exam.”

“I--I--s--sorry…” Seungkwan crushes the papers in his hands; throat dry as he glances up to Seokjin who grins back at him.

“Why don’t you have a first hand lesson, hmm? I think it’d help you since you seemed to struggle a little.”

You turn your head to watch the two - grinning when you notice the shy student from Seokjin’s class trying to look at you from where he stood.

“Ah, the one who didn’t know basic anatomy. Tsk, such a shame for someone so cute.”

Seungkwan blushes even harder; hands moving slowly to try to cover the way his cock is getting harder the longer he stands in the lecture hall.

“I’ll give you a better grade if you get her to cum. Think of it as retaking your exam.”

“I--o-okay…”

Admittedly, Seungkwan is inexperienced.

He took Seokjin’s class in hopes of broadening his knowledge but anytime he sat down to try and even watch porn, he got too embarrassed and shut it off. Although he'd done his studying with anatomy, Seungkwan had gotten a little overwhelmed during the exam and mixed up a few things, or so he said.

“She likes it when you touch her right here.”

Seokjin’s nimble fingers are on your clit not a second later, rubbing soft circles as Seungkwan holds your legs apart. The younger male nods, fascinated with the way your body squirms and shifts under Seokjin’s touch.

“Hyung, what if you keep touching her clit when you fuck her? Will it make her cum quicker?” The older male nods firmly, eyes twinkling with knowledge as he coaches the younger one.

After all, this was an educational session.

“Mmhmm, if you make her feel really really good, she’ll squirt.”

Seungkwan’s head tilts to the side; eyes blinking cutely up at Seokjin. “What’s that?”

You can’t help but whine as your legs tremble under Seungkwan’s firm hold. “Why don’t you f-fuck me, ngh, and find o-out…”

“I--um…” Seungkwan's cheeks burn a cherry red as he avoids the way you and Seokjin stare at him. “Is--is it okay? I’ve never…” He trails off; fingertips digging into the skin of your thighs just as Seokjin pinches your clit between his fingertips.

“Fuck, is that why you did so bad on the exam?” Seokjin exclaims - putting the pieces together as he drags his fingers through your soaked folds before easing in two digits at once.

“Oh, mmh, S--Seokjin!”

“So you’re… a virgin? There’s no shame in that, by the way. But… Why’d you take my class?”

Seungkwan gets a little frustrated after being put on the spot; raising a shaky hand off your thigh as he brings it to where Seokjin has his own fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

“I just wanted to challenge myself, okay!? I--I didn’t think your class would actually be this hard.”

His shy fingers play around Seokjin’s as he collects your wetness on the pads of his fingers.

“Mmh, Seungkwan…” You moan - music to his ears as goosebumps rise on his skin. “Put your fingers in my pussy too… Right n-next to, ah, Seokjin’s…”

Seokjin pauses the snaps of his wrist to give Seungkwan the chance.

“Might wanna hurry. She gets so impatient sometimes.”

Now or never, he thinks.

A bead of sweat trickles down Seongkwan’s temple as he gulps; soaked middle finger positioned at your entrance where Seokjin already has his fingers. He slowly eases his finger in next to the older male’s - soft groans on his lips with how wet, hot and tight you were being stuffed full of their fingers.

“Fuh--fuck ‘m so f-full!” Moaning, you spread your legs on your own to give them more space. “Make me c-cum! Shit, I’m s-so close already…”

“Haven’t even done anything other than slide our fingers in a little and you’re already gonna cum? So fuckin’ easy, huh, baby?” Seokjin grins from behind you; eyes on Seungkwan whose mouth is agape.

“Well, you heard the lady. Let’s make her cum.”

Seungkwan is a quick learner, given the right materials.

“Oh f-fuck, ‘m cumming!”

He grins down at you as you cum on their fingers a second time; his own thumb on your clit rubbing harsh circles now that he knew that you liked it a little rough.

The confidence he’d gained from the fact you had come just from his fingers made his chest swell with pride and he found himself craving more.

“See? You’re a fast learner. You just have to take the reins, Seungkwan.” Seokjin pulls his soaked digits out of your cunt as you whine from both overstimulation and the need to be filled again. “Now the question is, can you get her to cum on your cock?”

The younger male nods feverishly as he slowly pulls his digits from inside of you; bringing them towards his face as he goes in to lick them clean.

Seungkwan thinks you taste sweet.

“Seungkwaaaan…” Whining, you shake your hips at him when he takes a little too long for your liking. “Seokjin’s got another class in 25 minutes…”

“Mm, she’s right. You better fuck her good and show me how much you learned~” Seokjin teases.

The younger male takes this as a challenge as he hurries to push his jeans and underwear down - cock curving up to his chest as he wraps a hand around his length.

“Fuck, the first time I get to fuck someone and it’s like this…” He mutters.

“Could be worse.” Seokjin shrugs.

You giggle slightly as you rest your upper half against Seokjin’s broad chest. “Hurry, Seungkwan~ I wanna see how well your cock fills up my need ‘lil pussy…”

“P-please don’t say that stuff, I’ll cum too quick…” He blushes, cock throbbing in his own grip as you scoot closer to the edge of the table.

“Aww, that’s so cute though. So fuckin’ sensitive that you can’t help but cum~”

He chooses to ignore your comment as he positions his cock at your entrance before he takes a deep breath and slowly starts to sink his cock into your soaked warmth.

You rest your head against Seokjin’s shoulder as your toes curl at the way Seungkwan’s cock curves right into your g-spot when he bottoms out.

“H-holy fuck, you’re so b-big… Fuck, you’re stretching out m-my pussy so goooood…”

Seungkwan scoffs slightly, trying to appear cocky even though he could already feel himself tipping close to the edge of an orgasm with your warm walls only sucking his cock in deeper.

And it’s you that gives him a second to adjust as he tries to to level his breathing before his hands are on your thighs to press them even further apart.

“C-can I move n-now…?” Mumbling, Seungkwan hyper-focuses on your chest that rises and falls in stuttered breaths.

“Go ahead~ Show us what you learned~” Seokjin comments back. His large hand snakes down your body again, fingertips on your clit when Seungkwan starts a moderate pace from the start.

“Find a good rhythm and don’t lose it just ‘cause you’re impatient to cum. It won’t feel good for her and that’s not fair if you’re selfish, right, Seungkwan?”

Your walls tighten around his cock with Seokjin’s fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit and despite the oversensitivity biting - you can’t help but cry out at the feeling of Seungkwan’s cock slamming into your g-spot with each skilled thrust of his hips.

Oddly enough, despite his poor exam score - he was actually quite skilled when it came to application.

“Fuck, I--I wanna cum already… Damn it…” He groans, cock throbbing inside your cunt as he meets your hazy stare. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you again another time too?” Seungkwan offers.

You smirk, reaching up and wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s neck as your body rocks against his.

“Mmh, Seokjin has so much more to teach you and I, right, professor~?”

The older male scoffs, fingertips pinching your clit and making you clamp down harder onto Seungkwan’s cock as you mewl.

“I’m not even gonna be able to cum before I have to teach my next class because of you two. I fully expect to be compensated for this.”

Seungkwan grits his teeth as he doubles his pace - making sure to not lose his rhythm as he gets closer and closer to tipping over the edge.

“Ah, I wanna s-suck your cock so bad, Seokjin… I can get on my knees and, mmh, do it from underneath your t-table while you teach your class… Hah, n-nobody would know…”

“Little minx. Why don’t you cum one more time and let Seungkwan feel how much tighter your ‘lil cunt gets, huh? I don’t think he can hold off much longer either.”

And Seokjin’s right.

Seungkwan babbles the entire time; clipped sentences and muttered curse words when the pleasure becomes too much for him to handle.

“Fu--fuck, I’m c-cumming!”

His entire body tingles - lightheadedness and euphoria making him black out for a second as he unloads all his cum into your cunt.

And with Seokjin’s fingers still rubbing harsh circles on your clit, you can’t help but follow suit as you cry out and cum a third time. This time squirting all over Seungkwan’s lower half and Seokjin’s class outlines underneath your trembling body.

“Ngh, fuh--fuck…”

Seokjin can’t help but roll his eyes at the scene.

You always ruined his documents.

Soft whines pour out of Seungkwan’s mouth as he rides out his high and he can’t deny that your fluttering walls felt insanely better than the few time’s he’d jerked himself off in the shower.

“Fuck, S-Seungkwan, h--how much did you c-cum inside me…” You mutter; this time fully tired as you slump against Seokjin. “Ah... I can feel it pouring out of my pussy even with you still inside me…”

His hips stutter as he rides out the remnants of his orgasm - slightly fucking his cum deeper into you as you mewl in overstimulation. “Ngh, I--I can’t…”

Your body jolts as Seokjin finally takes his soaked fingers off your clit and Seungkwan starts to pull out.

“Damn, only 10 minutes ‘til I have to start my next lecture and you squirted all over my fuckin’ handouts.” Seokjin laughs under his breath, watching as you reach a free hand down to your pussy where Seungkwan’s cum is spilling out of you in globs.

You scoop some up with your fingers as Seungkwan watches with wide eyes and his mouth agape; cock twitching at the sight of you licking his cum from your fingertips.

“Aren’t you glad I’m your TA? Seungkwan, let’s clean up and get Seokjin’s papers reprinted before I change your grade in the system.”

“W-wait, for real?”

Seokjin huffs as you shimmy off his table - cum soaked papers left in your wake. “Yeah, why don’t you change your shirt too since she made a mess of that. And by the way, all you’re getting is a C+ for taking part in ruining my papers.”

You roll your eyes at Seokjin as you search for your discarded panties.

“Could be worse, I guess.”

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yoon-kooks · 5 years ago

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Witch Hazel- Pt.5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: none

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

“So are you in, Jimin?”

“I’m in,” he chuckles at your little proposal. His laugh retains its charm, even through the phone. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little jealous of that charming quality of his. “But can I ask you something, Snow?”

“Go for it.”

“Why me?”

“To prove a point,” you say. “You also have something to prove, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have shown up at my concert that night despite being well aware of how the public and media would react.”

“Right… Sorry about that, by the way.” You hear the sorrow still beating him up in his lowered voice. It makes sense that he feels the need to blame himself for all the backlash you received, but he shouldn’t have to feel guilty when all he wanted was a little freedom as a normal human being and not as the perfect idol the world makes him out to be.

“It’s fine, Jimin. We may be glorified idols at the top of the industry, but there are a lot of things we have no control over.”

“True… Sometimes it seems like the only way to escape the judgment of the public eye is to hide behind a mask, huh.” Jimin sighs. “But we can’t always live like that either.”

“Exactly.”

After hanging up, you toss your phone aside and pick up your guitar.

On your way to class, you’ve made a habit of checking jk.seagull’s blog for any updates on Witch Hazel, and you’re delighted when you find this new text post:

“it’s not done yet, but I’m planning on posting a new chapter this afternoon after class!”

To celebrate the occasion, you stop by your local coffee shop to pick up a special mocha with extra whipped cream. You’re already late for class after failing to hear your five alarms this morning anyway. And besides, maybe you deserve a little pick-me-up after all the writing you’d done the night before. For once, you feel pretty good about the direction you’re headed in.

Not even a scolding by your professor could ruin your mood.

“Oh, Y/N. How nice of you to join us,” your professor motions for you to take your seat as soon as you step foot into the art room. “I was just talking about how certain students have not been taking this class seriously as of late.”

She glances directly at you, along with your tablemates, Taehyung and Jungkook. “Sorry,” you mouth with a lack of sincerity, before taking a long sip of your mocha.

“And because of that,” the professor continues, “I’ve decided to move up the due date of our portrait project to tomorrow.”

A collective groan fills the room from the entire class, with the exception of those few lucky bastards who’ve already completed their project early. Once the class is dismissed, the scramble to actually get shit done begins. Even Taehyung opts to stick around as opposed to his usual obligations, and that speaks volumes.

As soon as your team relocates to one of the empty art studios nearby, however, it’s apparent that no one is really vibing with this project.

“So… what’s the assignment again?” Taehyung scratches his head. As much as you’d love to scold the boy for his lack of awareness of anything happening in art class, you haven’t been in the proper mindset to give the project any thought either.

“Something about drawing ourselves based on how others perceive us?” Jungkook yawns. “Or was it drawing each other’s portrait?”

“The first one, I think,” you say. “It doesn’t really make a difference when Jungkook’s gonna end up drawing Taehyung’s portion anyway.”

“True,” the boys say together. If there’s one thing you’ve learned from your art class shenanigans, it’s that the more you get to know someone, the easier it is to understand them and their actions—even if they’re completely different from you like Taehyung.

“If that’s the case, let’s hurry up and let each other know how we perceive one another. I have a doubleheader later on that I’d really hate to miss,” Taehyung nods in satisfaction at his clever wording for what you presume to be back-to-back one night stands. “I’ll start: Y/N, there’s not much I know about you besides the fact that you’re unfriendly, but I think that’s intentional. Like you’re hiding a dark secret or something. Jungkook, if you weren’t so shy, I’m sure you’d get laid more often.”

“Let’s not sugarcoat anything,” you roll your eyes. “I would say you, Taehyung, abuse your charm to get what you want. You use sleeping around as an excuse to avoid responsibility. And you embrace it because you fear that that’s the only thing people will ever acknowledge you for.”

“I’m not usually a masochist, but I kind of like it when you roast me like that, Y/N,” Taehyung shrugs it off, though you know you’ve hit the mark. Everyone has a poker face, and Kim Taehyung is no exception. To take the attention off of himself, he throws an arm around his favorite art buddy. “Roast this guy next.”

You glance over at Jungkook who’s in the midst of adding to your roast on Taehyung. It’s interesting to see how differently he acts with Taehyung, with you, and with everyone else. The more he knows someone, the less he withholds. If he knew you more, you wonder what he’d tell you. “I agree that if Jungkook weren’t so shy, there’d be more potential for a lot of things, but-”

Buzz! Taehyung looks down at his phone. “Well, that’s my cue. Jungkook, Y/N, you know what to do~”

“Have fun at your doubleheader,” you wave off your incompetent teammate until he’s out of sight. “Should we be enabling him like this?”

“Probably not. But even I can’t say no to that charm of his.” Jungkook sighs as he pulls out a blank sheet of bristol paper. In what feels like an instant, several dots and lines transform into a general outline of Taehyung’s face. “I’m surprised you haven’t fallen for his charm yet… unless…?”

“Look, I get the appeal of a smoothtalker who walks with confidence, but Taehyung really isn’t my type,” you laugh.

“Still, I’m a little envious of him.” Jungkook draws Taehyung a nice and natural wink. “Because he isn’t afraid to chase after what he wants.”

You want to tell the boy that he should chase after whatever it is he wants, but you know that’s easier said than done. After all, you know exactly how it feels to take that leap of faith, only to fall short before reaching the dream you so desired. So all you can do is nod and start working on your own portrait.

For about five whole minutes, you try to sketch out a decent upside-down egg shape for your head, but it always comes out a little lopsided or rough around the edges. Once you’ve got a little mountain of eraser shaving piling up, you decide it’s time to sneak a peek at Jungkook’s sketch to get an idea of how a well-seasoned artist draws a proper face.

What you see instead, however, is the boy staring back at your mountain of eraser shavings. You swear you hear a little pft come out of his mouth. The nerve.

“Hold your pencil like this,” he says, holding his own pencil with his pinky sticking out.

You replicate his grip, wiggling the pinky. “Is this some sort of weird pinky promise that artists do?”

Before Jungkook can even respond, your pinky is already linked to his. Funny how his finger curled around yours as if it were the most normal thing to do, but his burning cheeks say otherwise. You might’ve jumped the gun on this one.

After blinking at the empty pinky promise for a good three seconds, the boy finally lets go. “Use that pinky to steady your hand as you sketch.”

“Oh… right…” You feel a wildfire spreading across your own cheeks. Your dumbass somehow misinterpreted a drawing technique for something as childish as a pinky promise! Whether it’s because you’re flustered or just shitty at art, you fumble around to get your pencil on the paper. “…How do I do it again?”

Rather than trying to explain or demonstrate it to you, Jungkook motions for you to come closer. So you do. He takes your hand and individually sets each finger onto your pencil like a guitar teacher helping their student find the right chord position.

You’re pleasantly surprised by how gentle his touch is. Rather than forcing your fingers to conform to the conventional ways of an artist, he gives them the little push they need to find their own place along the length of the pencil—wherever is most comfortable for you.

Once you’ve got a good grip, Jungkook guides your pencil back to the canvas with your pinky just barely touching the drawing surface. “Now try drawing the outline of your face again.”

You do as you’re told and see immediate results. Although it’s not a perfect egg, your lines are noticeably smoother as if your skin had just been cleared. Jungkook gives you and your improved egg a thumbs-up, which you return with a thumbs-up of your own.

As you both resume your portraits, you can’t help but wonder if it was the tiny adjustment of how you held your pencil that made the difference. Or if it was Jeon Jungkook himself. You suppose only time will tell.

Several hours later, Jungkook has finished Taehyung’s portrait, you still need to color yours in, and an announcement goes off through the intercom.

“Due to the art auction charity event tonight, this building will be closing in ten minutes. Thank you.”

You groan. This is the worst case scenario for your damn group project. Because if you’re kicked out of the studio, you won’t have access to all of the necessary art supplies.

Unless…?

You exchange glances with the most devoted artist you know.

Jungkook’s apartment is not exactly how you imagined a weeby Snow stan’s habitat to look. There’s not a trace of Snow, nor is there a hint of magic anime girls floating around. But the one thing you did correctly predict is the amount of art scattered across the boy’s room.

Everywhere you look, you’re blown away by something different from the last. A painted city landscape detailed enough to be mistaken for an actual photo, a busy abstract pattern that makes the little wheels in your head spin, the familiar animation booklet of the flower in the snow, and an interesting little doodle that doesn't seem to scream “college art project”.

You try to make sense of what appears to be the chaos that ensues when the worlds of mathematics and music collide. Half of the basic times tables chart is replaced with values represented by music notes. The math nerd in you laughs when you see that a sixteenth note is correctly placed where two quarter notes align. Similarly, the music sheet on the other side of the doodle has a time signature of “75%” aka ¾ time aka the rhythm of a waltz.

“How old were you when you drew this one?” You point to the artwork titled Math Musician written in tiny font at the bottom corner next to the boy’s initials.

Jungkook chuckles, probably out of embarrassment. “I think I was ten.”

“Imagine being a talented artist at age ten. Can’t relate,” you clown yourself as you pull out your unfinished portrait from your art bag. In addition to looking “unfriendly”, your drawn face is rather lifeless and more so demonic for some reason. Hopefully some color will bring more dimension and life back into your flesh.

Just then, you realize you’ve made a fatal mistake.

“Umm, Jungkook?” you continue to stare down at your mistake. “I forgot to factor in your opinion of me into my portrait and now I just look unfriendly like Taehyung said.”

Jungkook tilts his head to get a better look at your monstrosity. His reaction could go one of three ways: he could laugh and give you a hard time about it, he could help you find a solution, or he could do both.

“You definitely nailed the ‘unfriendly’ part,” he snickers. “The RBF is strong with this one.”

“So you agree that I’m unfriendly?” On one hand, that would be good because you won’t have to revise your portrait if Jungkook shares the same opinion as Taehyung. On the other hand, you don’t want Jungkook to have that opinion of you.

“Not necessarily,” he says. “I think if people looked beyond your unfriendly demeanor, they’d find someone very different.”

Before you can ask the boy to elaborate, he has already left and come back with the solution to your problem: fancy coloring markers.

“Since you already drew your appearance based on Taehyung’s opinion, you can color it in based on my opinion, if that makes it easier.” Jungkook hands you an assortment of markers, though a large portion of them are just different shades of one color in particular. Yellow.

Yellow was the last color you were expecting. You expected cooler and darker tones like blues or greys to match your ice queen personality. But yellow? Yellow, to you, has always meant bright and happy.

“Yellow is a happy color, isn’t it?” You start swatching each shade of yellow to see how they translate onto a white canvas. Your favorite shade out of the bunch is the soft pale one called Banana Milk, but that still doesn’t mean it suits you. To prove your point, you hold up your unfriendly demon portrait to your actual face and pout. “Do either of these faces look happy to you, Jungkook?”

“No, but they do look silly.” The boy cracks a smile at your humor. “In a good way.” The way he smiles so brightly plants a dangerous little seed in your head. Maybe the yellow is meant to represent not how he perceives your feelings, but rather, how he perceives his own feelings for you.

By the time evening comes, you’ve shaded in every inch of your canvas, completing your portion of the portrait project. You were right—the bright colors really did help bring life back into your face, and there’s less of a demonic aura about it now.

It also looks like one big contradiction: an unfriendly-looking face with a cheerful brightness around it. But that’s probably what Jungkook was referring to when he said you were very different beneath your unfriendly mask.

As you stretch out your arms and yawn, you peek over at the boy’s progress with his portrait. He stares down at his markers scattered across the floor, pushing his long locks out of his eyes, in search of his next color. From the small portion that he has colored so far, you notice a big difference between his portrait and yours. While your color scheme is bright and flashy like a star, Jungkook’s is soft and subtle to mimic his shy and lowkey personality.

“Use this,” you toss him the Banana Milk marker and pull a scrunchie off your wrist, “and this too.”

Jungkook places the pale yellow marker down right on the area he’ll color next. He doesn’t, however, know what to do with the foreign hair accessory in his palm. He just blinks at it.

With a dramatic sigh, you join the boy on the floor and take back the scrunchie. Like a puppy with long bangs poking its eyes, he lets you comb your fingers through his hair before tying a tiny sprout on top of his head.

“So this is what the world looks like,” he nods, as if his long hair had greatly hindered his view of the world in front of him. At the same time, he spots the finished product of your portrait. “Your self-portrait is a lot different from how I would draw you.”

“I would’ve appreciated a compliment for my hard work, but go ahead and insult me, Jeon.” You square up.

“Oh sorry. You did a phenomenal job, Y/N.” He doesn’t even try to put effort into masking his sarcasm as pity praise. But that’s expected in how he hasn’t missed a single opportunity to tease you and your shitty art. “It’s just interesting how differently others interpret us from how we interpret ourselves.”

Now you’re curious. “How would you draw me then?”

“You want to see?” Jungkook pushes his own portrait aside and starts digging around for a sketchbook with a blank page to spare. What possesses him to prioritize a drawing of you before his own portrait that’s due in less than 24 hours? You won’t allow that.

“I want to see it after our project is finished, please,” you pull his unfinished portrait back in front of him before making yourself comfy on the boy’s bed. “In the meantime, I’ll be reading you-know-what.”

“Smut?” The boy has a dirty mind, it seems.

“Unless Witch Hazel plans on getting a little smutty, no, I will not be reading smut.” With a hmph, you scroll through jk.seagull’s blog. “I wonder if the new chapter is posted yet.”

Jungkook, too, picks up his phone with wide eyes when he hears you say “new chapter”. Your hype and excitement around the fanfic must be rubbing off on him.

But unfortunately for you, there is no new post since the one you saw before class. You make a sad booboo face, but it isn’t the end of the world either. You’ll just have to reread the series from the beginning as you wait for either Witch Hazel to be updated or Jungkook to finish the project. Whichever happens first.

“Wait, I think the seagull guy just posted something.”

You’ve never jumped onto your phone so quick when Jungkook mentions the seagull guy. It isn’t a new chapter of Witch Hazel, but instead another small text post.

“sorry for not updating witch hazel today like i said i would!! i was bombarded with an unexpected art assignment;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;”

Your sad booboo face disappears. It seems you’re not the only one struggling to find balance between the arts and the need to satisfy others. “Isn’t it funny that he’s an art student too?”

“Haha, yeah…” Jungkook’s voice fades as he returns to his portrait.

“Maybe that’s why I like his work so much,” you say, clicking back to the very first chapter of Witch Hazel where Snow is helping out those who she had unintentionally scared away with her witchcraft. “He just gets it.”

“He gets what?”

With the biggest yawn, you shrug because you don’t really know how to put it into words. It just feels as though you and him think alike. And the thought of that is comforting enough to put you to rest until Jungkook finishes up the project.

“Y/N.” You hear things shuffling around in your half-asleep state. When you rise from mysterious pile of blankets on top of you, you see Jungkook putting his art supplies away and clearing space on the floor for him to camp out since you’ve apparently claimed his bed.

“Did you finish?” You check the time in the dimly lit room, and you’re shocked to see it’s past midnight.

“Yeah.” He pulls your scrunchie out of his hair and drops it into your palm. “Thank you for your service.”

“Keep it.” You slide the hair tie onto the boy’s wrist when you notice he looks a little different somehow. The hoodie he was wearing earlier is replaced with a plain white tee, and his torn jeans have become grey sweatpants. The unspoken reality of you stay over at the boy’s apartment is slowly becoming realized. “In exchange, I’d like to see how you’d draw me.”

“Already done,” he says, jogging to his desk and back to you with a page from his sketchbook in hand. “I drew you as a superhero.”

“What kind of superhero?” You kick the blankets off of you and reach for the drawing, but of fucking course, Jungkook pulls it back real quick just when you were about to snatch it. “Let me see!”

He keeps it hidden behind his back for a while until he gets a little too cocky and dangles it above where you’re sitting on the bed. It would be too predictable for you to reach for the hand with drawing in it, so you decide to aim for the other arm to trap him in.

But rather than latching onto his arm, you catch only a piece of the scrunchie around his wrist, causing you both to lose balance. Your back hits the soft bedding as you stare up into the eyes of the boy who just so happened to land on top of you. Aha, you finally figure out why he looked a little different after you woke up. No glasses, just his handsome brown eyes.

You’d give yourself a pat on the back for figuring that out if you weren’t distracted by the drawing of you as a “superhero”. You were expecting something tough like the Avengers or Sailor Moon or even Izuku Midoriya. But instead you see someone who looks very much like yourself with a guitar and yellow flower crown.

“That’s not a superhero,” you say quietly.

“There are people who would feel otherwise.” Jungkook plops down next to you on his stomach.

“Like who?”

“Like people you share your music with.”

You bite your lip before rolling off the bed to run and get something. When you hop back onto the bed, you drop a pencil into Jungkook’s hand make him hold it with his pinky out like he had shown you earlier. You do the same with another pencil and link your pinky to his once more.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you.”

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overzne · 5 years ago

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𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔.

under the cut are 21 different plots that i want , all separated by muse. if you want to discuss one you can always message me !!

WHITLEY NAM ( jennie kim fc )

your muse and whitley tend to visit the same place often but she always ends up leaving before getting the opportunity to talk to them. so she decides to leave cute sticky notes for them at the table they frequent &. maybe your muse starts to write back ?? eventually they decide to meet in person and cue the cute and awkward glances and the “ wow you’re pretty ” compliments. we can do first dates , first kisses , them talking about books and dreams. please just give this to me.

she’s a children’s author so if your muse by chance has a little girl / sister , maybe they could like her books so much that she drags them to a book signing where they can meet whitley ?? she’d adore how excited the girl is and they would probably hit it off. meanwhile your muse is sitting in the small purple chairs filled with little children and their dolls so they stand out , catching her attention.

HAN CHANWOO ( park chanyeol fc )

the patient / nurse plot. your muse is a regular -- which is weird to say with hospitals -- who always ends up with chanwoo. at first he’s always upset seeing them in there but he can’t help but to like the attention , but jeez he’d just prefer if they ask for his number instead of fake dying 4 times a week. so he asks for their number and we go from there. ( if anyone out there had a tae with a daughter , please give this back to me , xoxo )

the nurse / doctor route. he’s been with one before but that fell flat so he’s been dodging dating co - workers to save himself the trouble. however , it doesn’t help that he’s slowly starting to fall for the doctor he’s calling his best friend. imagine chanwoo staying behind at work late hours just for them , buying them lunch , blowing up their phone telling them to stay healthy , the sneaky and quick pecks on the lips.

BYUN DONGHYUK ( kim rowoon fc )

SUGAR BABY. listen , hear me out. donghyuk has no idea what to do with all the money he’s gotten so dummy would jokingly sign up on a sugar baby website and see how may requests he can get but --- wait , i know this person. why did they ask me to be their sugar daddy ?? so he decides to meet with them and he’s all shy and timid and immediately admits that he has no clue what to do so the sugar baby shows him how to have a good time with his money. it can turn into an amazing friendship or a really cute relationship but i’m here for both. like imagine them taking trips and the matching couple outfits but they’re just friends ?? iconic.

give me someone who is blatantly using him for his money. like the best friend who knows that donghyuk would be willing to do anything for them so they take advantage and start making his pockets hurt. but he’s blinded by his trust for them to even notice. imagine the confrontation ... the angst. we can build up to this point. shopping trips , the subtle usage of his card, etc.

i want the plot where donghyuk starts to hang out with rich assholes who influence him to start becoming like them. maybe it’s someone who hung out with the rich guys before he came around but they saw that he was different and started liking him ?? can be a childhood friend who warns him that they’re just using him but he doesn’t listen. whatever the case may be , they start to notice him acting different which can lead up to plenty of arguments and the “it’s me or them” but what if he can’t choose ?? will they still stay , or will they go.

PARK YEEUN ( yoo shiah fc )

OLDER WOMEN !!!!!!!!! give me the plot where yeeun is secretly helping her mother’s worst enemy win over the company. give me the late night meetups in hot tubs while they drink champagne and talk about how they’ll drive the woman out once and for all. give me the dirty messages being sent during conferences while they sit across from each other. maybe yeeun’s being used and this can lead to angst ?? or maybe they truly do love each other.

HWANG YEBIN ( son naeun fc )

give me the person who yebin wants to change for. like she’s hellbent on making their relationship work but it seems like god isn’t here for it. every time she really tries , things turn out bad. so she decides to breaks things off before she hurts them because everything she touches goes up in flames and that’s the last thing she wants for them. like i want a genuine relationship with her that is such an eye opener for her.

the best friend who helps yebin do dumb shit. like picture your muse being the lookout while she slashes someone tires or throws a brick through her ex’s car window. they probably drink wine and shit talk tv shows in their silk pajamas while making dating websites to troll single men OUHVWLMWECOWJEL. + bonus : one day they end up sleeping together but because they both know they’re bad at relationships it’s just for fun until your muse goes on a date and suddenly they see yebin standing in the restaurant window with the glare they’ve seen too many times to forget.

THIRD CHAIYAPORN ( win metawin fc )

he’s trying his best and your muse is helping him do that. maybe he wants to get out of the scamming business and do actual work but ew ??? uniforms ??? picture them helping him get jobs only for him to get fired on the first day because he doesn’t want to “ruin his beauty.” your muse is his motivation to do better but he doesn’t know how to be a “normal” person since he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. think of the surprise dinners he’d make after learning how to properly cook. him giving his first three checks from his most stable job to your muse to show appreciation. take the rich boy and make him a working man !!!!!!

HOLLAND CHOI ( kim yugyeom fc )

the best friend who can’t believe he’s alive. you really need to know his backstory for this but to put it shortly , holland was abducted at the age of 8 and his case ended up going cold after the police assumed he died in the fire of the house he was supposedly trapped in. he ended up finally getting free at the age of 20 and returns to his hometown. imagine he goes to his old house to see someone standing right there in front of the memorial the neighborhood put together and all they hear is “ i’m finally home ” from behind them. give me the person who’d help holland adjust to life again. they help fight off bad dreams , they reassure him of things. it’s what he deserves.

the first relationship. at some point he decides to try out this whole relationship thing because he feels really confident in himself at this point in time. like it’d be adorable until they try to hold his hand and he freaks out a bit but apologizes. at some point he’d explain his situation and they can try to help him trust better. he’d feel bad for making them think they’re in the wrong when it comes to certain things but they’re understanding and are willing to take things as slow as holland wants. like i just want the adorable shyness of him getting overdressed for a date ; the quick peck on the cheek because he saw them sad and wanted to cheer them up. i just want a slow burn tbh.

AUSTIN BAE ( kim mingyu fc )

give me the plot where he ends up falling for his first male co - star. like the sex was amazing and all but it was the little kisses and tiny care during it that made him go “ yeah i want this guy. ” but they can be a macho pornstar that doesn’t do dating so he settles for when they meet on set. could give him more tips on sex with other men so it becomes a mentor with benefits type of deal. obviously austin is gonna catch feelings so how this plays out is all up to you.

roommates. PLEASE. if anybody needs dumbass roommates the most , it’s austin. like i want gc messages where they just all fight over who drunk the last bit of orange juice in the fridge and someone gets kicked out the chat for confessing they did it. i want the game nights where they have to ban uno because two of them started strangling each other over a draw 4. + bonus : two of them start dating and austin starts feeling left out so fuck it ! poly

JACKLYN MOON ( choi yoona fc )

give me the protector plot where your muse was hired by her father to keep her safe overseas so they pretend to be a neighbor and befriend. whether she knows about them or not is up to the plot but imagine her not knowing her dad sent someone to keep an eye out on her ?? they could end up becoming good friends , they always end up having dinner at the other’s place , she sends them memes at 4 am because she’s bored. but what if she grows romantic feelings so they have to confess about why they’re really there. + bonus : they end up sleeping together just so your muse can go “ so i work for your dad ... round 2 ? ”

OR OR ORRRRR ... give me the plot where she does know that they work for her dad. she starts trying to dodge them from following her but fails. they plant a tracking device on her and she’s fuming but all they say is “it’s your dad’s orders.” at some point she drags them to the club with her and it’s cute until they get into a fist fight with someone over her who had a weapon on them. she scolds them for nearly getting themselves killed but all they say “ i’d rather it be me than you” and she’s mad but something about how they said made her think it goes beyond their job. + bonus : they actually had feelings for one another before she was shipped off so they took the job to watch her overseas because of their feelings.

KIM EUNDONG ( choi yujin fc )

idk if y’all watch fatal promise on kbs but god if you have , give me the eundong / jihun relationship where an air - headed rich kid who’s trying to gain their father’s attention befriends a girl who is trying to take down their family due to her suspicions that they killed her father. like imagine them growing head over heels for her but she’s strictly keeping it cordial. until they propose to get married so she ends up gaining more power when taking down her enemies.

OH HAJOON ( im jaebeom fc )

the ghost writer / idol relationship , please and thank you. i want the plot where hajoon has written songs for a certain artist / group since their debut and they have a really good relationship but somehow it turns romantic ?? like what if they have to sing a confession song and they feel like hajoon wrote it about them and they ask who’s it about and hajoon’s like “ some idiot who’s sitting next to me ” so now there’s late night recording sessions ending up with making out in the recording booth and subtle hand holding when no one’s looking. it’s all fun and games until a song hajoon writes for them ends up becoming a single when he never allowed it to be. that would be when hajoon leaves the company and becomes a lounge singer but picture your muse in a pr relationship stunt and they go out one night just to see hajoon performing and whew boy ... i want it.

HAN JUNHYEOK ( woo dohwan fc )

i want the hidden relationship between the important person in the company and their assistant. junhyeok is married to a npc but obviously that was for show since they’re both just trying to hide their fucked up ways. meanwhile his assistant starts to catch his eye and it’s really all downhill from there because the man is evil and will somehow fuck up their life but he doesn’t want to do that ... yet. so he keeps throwing hints that he’s interesting but it isn’t until the important gala event that they notice it because he’s got them trapped in a little closet with a hint of both jealousy and lust in his eyes.

SINCLAIR KIM ( lee haechan fc )

i want the best friend who doesn’t mind going on this adventure with sinclair in solving his mom’s mystery. like i want the goofy duo who explores abandon super markets and their headquarters is a raggedy tree house in sinclair’s grandparent’s backyard that’s so close to falling but won’t. i want them hanging out on a playground set at night just talking about anything. give me the bets that end up with one of them getting injured but they still decide to do them , them hanging out in libraries late at night as they do research or just them riding a bike around town and feeling free. + bonus : they both end up getting into a really dangerous situation that has your muse hurt to the point where he realized they’re really all he wants in his life.

#❛ & ❪ 𝒊'𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 ! ╱ wishlist.#21!?!??!#please i want all these so bad #spare plots ma'am #spare plotssss

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egle0702 · 5 years ago

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[TRANS] GQ June ‘20 - Wooyoung Interview

2PM Jang Wooyoung: “I lived hard like crazy”

2020.05.21 INTERVIEW

Wooyoung has blazed through life, but he also knows how to be quiet. That’s why he’s smart and strong. Like steel that has been repeatedly heated and cooled down.

You’re attentively monitoring during the shooting, has anything changed since you’ve been discharged from the military? My face hasn’t changed or anything like that. Rather than that, I’m just amazed. I had no idea I would be shooting a pictorial so soon after the discharge.

I suppose there must’ve been so many things you wanted to do. Every time I had some time off in the army, my head felt overwhelming. What should I do next? How should I live? All sorts of thoughts flooded in. In order to not have that time wasted, I transferred those thoughts and worries into written words. At first, there was a lot of embarrassing content, even for me. But it got better after a while. Aside from my future plans, I also looked back on my interpersonal relationships and my way of life. I thought whether I have lived well, whether I haven’t made mistakes when dealing with others.

I can feel your determination. In the army, there are a lot of kids who are younger than me. If I ask them about their worries, they would usually say: “You’ve already achieved everything, you don’t know how we feel.” We might come from a different starting point, but the fear of a beginning is the same. I’m more afraid compared to when I was 17 or 20 and just honestly ran towards my dreams.

You’re 32 now. In your opinion, what privilege does this age give you? Disregarding how you’ve spent your 10s and 20s, I think it gives you the chance to be kinder. You could say that you become mature. You become a better and stronger person when you look back at your past mistakes and experiences. If you add a drop of that 20s spirit into the mix, it’d be even better.

What was Jang Wooyoung like in his 20s? I was busy filling myself up, and then pouring everything out the moment I was full.

You’ve lived hard; after all, your work requires you to keep on showing something to the public. Generally speaking, I could divide my 20s into “before” and “after” by placing the mark on when I was 25. Right after the debut, I really lived and worked hard. Back then, there was a saying “killer schedule,” and the saying wasn’t a lie. I worked hard and was extremely busy, but I’m thankful for it. When else you’d be able to live like that. Compared to my efforts, the popularity achieved was great, I also made money. But once I turned 25; shall I call it adolescence? It was a mess. I wasn’t present in my life. I considered dropping everything and going back to my hometown in Busan.

But that didn’t happen. There’s only one thing that proves my existence; and that was the reason I pulled myself together. “I’m a member of 2PM, I cannot betray 2PM.” From that moment on, the meaning of “let’s live hard” changed. Making sure that I wouldn’t cause harm to others, I had fun, met a lot of people, and decided to learn a lot of things including drawing. Through feeling and experiencing as much as possible, I wanted to awaken the senses within me. I lived hard like crazy.

You expressed those feelings in the song “I like” that’s included in your 2nd solo album, right? 2PM, drawing, piano; you talk about the things you like, and then you say “I’m curious about everything in this world, I want to know, I scoot off.” True. I feel strongly about that song, but every time I listen to it, I can’t help but snort. I wonder whether I really should’ve been that honest with my lyrics. On the other hand, I wonder how hard it must’ve been. I feel sorry for Jang Wooyoung from that time.

What are you curious about these days? Laundry know-how. Haha.

I heard you say you’re into laundry in the video interview just now, too. I’m nurturing my daily life skills. I want to try and deal with things like laundry and cooking on my own, without any help.

Aren’t you curious why 2PM’s “My House” that was released 5 years ago is suddenly riding a new wave of popularity? It’s definitely something we’re thankful for. I think about it this way. 2PM as group never did anything by force. At first, we showed high level performances that could be practically carried out by young men in their early 20s. We danced, sang, and did acrobatic performances. Brimming with energy, we sang straightforward love songs. After that, we toned down on that power a bit. We began telling sad love stories with our eyes in love, and then we arrived at “My House.” Like a natural process of a brat growing into a mature and charismatic lover. I saw a comment that said “I’m sorry, I’ve become your fan just now,” but I’m actually thankful because it feels like these people have recognized the things 2PM have done in our natural flow.

It’s your 13th year since your debut. How does it feel when you hear that someone has just found out about 2PM? It’s only natural that someone doesn’t know us. The general flow of the trend changes really fast. The competition is also fierce, so you need put a lot of effort if you want to appeal to the masses. But then suddenly, we’re back into the spotlight through “My House.” In the middle of a hiatus no less. I think it’s a miracle.

Aside from “My House,” what other song comes to mind if you had to perform it again? I want to try and pour my entire soul into performing “Without U” that was released 10 years ago. I was responsible for the part where I had to make my singing feel like crying out loud, but back in the days I was the only one to lip sync because the situation with my voice go so bad, I even had vocal cord nodules. I’m still very disappointed I couldn’t perform it live.

2PM has reached the top, your skills were also acknowledged. How do you see yourself in the context of Korean music scene? Hmm, I can’t think of anything else than “Korean idols.” Our activities haven’t always been smooth, but I’m proud of it.

I heard that the meaning of your group’s name is the “hottest time of the day.” When was Jang Wooyoung the hottest? There was a concert in Germany in 2013, commemorating the 130th anniversary of the establishment of diplomatic relations between Korea and Germany. We performed together with senior Lee Mija. I was shocked when I saw her rehearsal. It’s already amazing that she’s still actively performing, but I could feel that she’s constantly striving to sing well. At that, I couldn’t help but freeze and promise myself “Jang Wooyoung, pull yourself together, and work hard.”

You’re the type who learns everything first-hand by experiencing it, right? I heard that you sought out senior Choi Baekho after watching his documentary to share your worries about music, even though you’ve never met him before. That was when I was going through that “adolescence” in my 20s. I felt consoled after watching senior Choi Baeho’s documentary, but there were still things I was frustrated about. So, I contacted him because I wanted to know how he managed to endure everything through his long years in the music scene. Here’s what he said during our first meeting: “My songs will keep on getting better with age. Just like the songs I sang in my 40s were more beautiful than the ones I did in my 30s, I’m heading towards being complete.” When I heard that, I felt like someone slapped me.

I think you can already give advice to someone who’s having similar worries. Have you ever experienced that? I have younger friends in Busan. We danced and dreamed of debuting together. It might sound selfish, but ever since my debut, I’ve never told them anything positive or hopeful about this line of work. When I passed the JYP audition, there was one young friend who cried together with me. Even to that friend, I said: “Can’t you please give up? I wish you didn’t suffer as much as me.” Back then it was really hard mentally and physically. Now my thoughts have changed. If you’re desperate and you’re confident that you will enjoy this constant fight with yourself, I would tell them to go for it. But I would like to tell them to come up with a wise approach to this because it’s easy to get tired and give up along the way.

You’re famous for having focused only JYP auditions. Do you still remember when you placed 1st at the 1st open audition? That must’ve been my 6th attempt to audition. Had I failed back then, I would’ve tried again. I sometimes watch the videos from that time, and I both like it and feel regret. Because the me on the screen looks somewhat tired. If I had allowed myself a little bit more freedom, stepped back and looked at the reality, I would’ve been a lot stronger kid.

What do you think you’ve done really well in life? That I’ve never calculated or analysed anything rationally in my relationships. I liked the other person without knowing anything about the world, and I suffered a lot when the relationship ended. I have my regrets, and I’ve also heard that it’s not a good way to approach a relationship, but someone like me just couldn’t help it. That experience made me into what I am today. I don’t regret it.

How important is love in life? If a person is of no. 1 importance, then love is no. 0. It’s a vague concept, I don’t even know if I can express love properly, but I can feel love through people.

It’s your birthday in 3 days, what would you imagine as a perfect gift? When I was serving, our company moved to a new building. The building is big, and the facilities got better. The practice rooms are also great. I wish I had my own personal space there, could be small too, where I could practice dancing all day long without bothering about others. For real.

So, shall we make an appeal? In your opinion, how much did 2PM contribute to JYP’s new company building? A lot, I think. It’s a 9-storey building, so I’d say around 4.5 floors?

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CREDITS

· Feature editor: Kim Youngjae

· Photographer: Go Wontae

· Hair: Yang Hyungshim at Yangyangsalon

· Makeup: Kim Doyeon at Yangyangsalon

· Editor: Heoram

Source: GQ WEBSITE

Kor-Eng: Egle0702

#GQ #GQ Korea #Wooyoung #2PM #Wooyoung GQ #Wooyoung interview #translation

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aliciameade · 6 years ago

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Ever-after

Title: Ever-after Author: aliciameade Rating: T for dark themes but like, it’s not that dark Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: For Day 2 of Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2019 - Accidentally Summoning a Demon. And that's...literally the summary here. AU set in Chloe's second senior year at Barden. Largely influenced by elements from Kim Harrison's "The Hollows" book series. (Read it!)

Also on AO3

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When Chloe digs out her antique hand mirror from the bathroom drawer and looks at her reflection, she frowns. “Seriously?”

It’s been scratched to hell. Purposely, if the geometric lines are anything to judge by.

Furious, she storms downstairs and into the den where her sisters are deep into planning the annual Barden Bellas Halloween Extravaganza. She usually leads the party committee but she chose to take a sabbatical this year to make an actual attempt to graduate this year. She’s on year five and while five years is pretty much average, there was no reason she couldn’t have graduated on-time last Spring if she’d simply...tried.

“Who did this?!” she demands, steamrolling over whatever conversation Ashley and Jessica are having.

“Who played Pictionary on your mirror?”

“That’s literally what I just asked,” Chloe snaps at Cynthia-Rose. She’ll apologize later. Her eyes scan the deathly silent room for the guilty party until they land on Lily, uncharacteristically nonchalant on a couch. She’s way too interested in her phone to not be trying to hide something. “Lily.”

Lily’s eyes meet hers and for all the quiet girl’s quirks—some more disturbing than others—Chloe’s learned how to see through her, at least some of the time.

“This was my great-grandmother’s. It’s been in my family since 1903! What did you even do to it?”

Lily’s lips move but Chloe’s too far away to hear. “What?”

“She said she saw it in a dream and had to draw it,” Flo offers before performing the sign of the cross on herself and shifting to the opposite end of the couch.

Chloe’s on the verge of angry tears. She can feel her face burning with rage and sadness. “I don’t even know what that means,” she bites. “No one better ever go through my shit ever again.” She leaves before she fully breaks down, running up the stairs to slam her bedroom door.

She knows her friends will think she’s being typical overdramatic Chloe, throwing a fit over a few scratches on a mirror. But the mirror, an ornate work of art made of pearl, brass, and silver, had been given to her mother, passed down from her grandmother and from her great-grandmother before her. It had been a cherished possession through wars, through her family’s emigration from Europe, through famine and the depression when it could have been sold to put food on the table.

Chloe’s mother had given it to her when she was 17 as they laid together in her mother’s bed at the hospice center. She shared with Chloe the stories she’d longed to hear after so many years of her mother refusing to let her daughter even touch the object lest she break it.

She passed away two weeks later. Too weak to attempt more chemotherapy and radiation.

Chloe is devastated.

She cries herself to sleep clutching it to her chest.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

She knows the girls are whispering. They still don’t understand why Chloe was—is—so upset about a mirror. They give her strange looks and a wide berth as she carries the memento with her everywhere now. She’s compelled to protect it.

Two weeks pass and while her anger and fear have faded, she still keeps the mirror close by. Tonight, it’s tucked under her hands while she lies on her stomach in bed while she struggles to make it through the current chapter of Dostoevsky’s Demons. It’s not about demons at all, she’d realized early on with disappointment, but rather, political and moral nihilism.

Which is ironic, given her lack of belief that there’s any real point to having to read this irritating book.

“Lizavita Nikolaevna Tushena.” She has to sound it out, the unfamiliar combination of letters tripping her up every time they introduce a new character. She doesn’t even know if she’s saying it correctly.

She feels a zap, like static electricity, under her hand. Which is weird, considering she hasn’t moved in order to generate any static electricity. She ignores it and tries the name again. “Lizavita Nikolaevna Tushena.” She rattles it off again quickly, barely noticing the dull ringing in her ears until she finishes speaking it the third time and feels what she can only label as the entire room popping.

“Dude, what the fuck? I was in the middle of dinner!”

The voice comes from the other side of the room and Chloe nearly leaps out of bed in fear at the intruder until she sees it’s...just a girl?

“Who are you?” she asks, panic-stricken though her fear of imminent death has faded.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” The woman is small. No, not small: petite. And dressed, for some reason, in a tuxedo, though the collar is undone and bowtie hanging untied around her neck. She’s brunette and wearing black sunglasses with round lenses and is leaning on a walking stick that could be made out of obsidian for the way it shines.

There’s a hint of sulfur in the air, as though someone’s struck, lit, and extinguished several matches. “Why are you in my room?”

“You tell me.”

Chloe sits up and tries to understand what’s happening, but she fails. “Okay, how are you in my room?”

“I’m asking myself the same thing,” the girl says as she shifts the walking stick to her other hand. It seems to be used for fashion, not physical need. “Where did you learn my name?”

“Your name?”

“No one’s spoken it in 2,000 years. You must have read it somewhere.”

Her...name? “Lizavita Nikolaevna Tushena?? Wait, did you say 2,000 years?”

The unexpected visitor grimaces like Chloe’s just run her nails down a chalkboard. “Can you stop saying it? Just...Beca. Call me Beca. Don’t ask how it got from...what you said to Beca. It’s a long story. Like, a five-millennia-long story.”

“I’m going to need you to tell me what’s going on. Or am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep studying again?” She looks down at her bed and sees the handmirror resting alongside her thigh. The scratches that had been etched into it are now glowing orange. She leaps away from it expecting to be burned but when she pushes it away, it’s still cool.

“You’re not dreaming.” Beca crosses the room toward her and she shrinks back toward the corner of her bed, evaluating her routes of escape should they be necessary. She thinks she should probably just run and not wait to be given a reason, but despite the stranger invading her home, she doesn’t feel any real fear. Just intrigue. “Where did you get this?” Beca asks as she picks up the mirror to inspect it.

“It was my mother’s.”

“Your mother kept a scrying mirror?”

“What’s a scrying mirror?”

Beca tilts the glass toward Chloe and she flinches as though laser beams are going to shoot from it, but nothing happens. She points at the etchings. “This is a scrying mirror. Used for divination, fortune-telling, and most relevantly, demon-summoning.”

“Demon...summoning?” Chloe’s gaze slides from the glowing mirror to Beca’s face, seemingly perfect in its soft planes and angular features. She can feel her brain trying to put the pieces together like her tongue had tried to put the syllables together but it keeps getting caught up on the fact that this intruder is painfully, unfairly attractive. “Why are you wearing sunglasses? It’s nighttime.”

“It lessens the shock.”

“Shock?”

Beca lifts her hand, the one holding the walking stick, and Chloe watches agape as the stick evaporates and Beca pulls her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to reveal glowing red eyes.

“Oh, my God!”

“Let’s not bring her into this,” Beca says as she pushes her dark glasses back into place. “And you see what I mean? Shock.”

“I’m dreaming,” Chloe says as she starts nodding to herself. She pinches her arm. Then pinches it again. “It’s a nightmare. I just have to wake myself up!”

“Not a nightmare,” Beca says as she tosses Chloe’s mirror back onto the bed and starts to stroll around the room with casual curiosity.

Chloe’s heart won’t stop pounding and she wants to scream for help but something is stopping her. She watches as this stranger looks over her things; she seems interested in the photos tacked on Chloe’s wall, particularly one from the Bellas’ Regionals competition last year.

“Who are they?” Beca asks and Chloe watches in awe as the tuxedo dissolves into a Bella uniform, pencil skirt, blouse, blazer, paisley scarf, and pumps. Her hair even twists into place, but the sunglasses remain. “And why do you wear this?” she adds as she turns. “It’s so uncomfortable!” It shifts back into the tuxedo she’d arrived in and Chloe wonders if she could pass out from shock.

“Leave my friends alone.”

“Friends?” Beca says as she looks at the photo again. “I’m not going to do anything to your friends.”

“Why won’t you just tell me who you are?” She thinks she might cry soon.

“You already know who I am, but you still haven’t told me how you do.” A high-backed velvet chair appears just as Beca begins to sit and she settles into it comfortably.

“I read it in a book!”

“A book?” Beca’s head turns toward the book that’s fallen to the floor in the chaos. “Were you trying to say ‘Lizaveta Nikolaevna Tushina’?”

“That’s what I said!”

“No, you said...it was different.”

Chloe huffs. “Stop playing word games. Please explain what’s going on.” A tear escapes then and she sees the pompous look on Beca’s face shift the tiniest bit.

“My informal name is Beca, and you summoned me here from the Ever-after.”

“I...summoned you.”

“You spoke my summoning name three times whilst placing your hand on a scrying mirror. Interrupting my dinner, if I may remind you.”

“So you’re—”

“A demon, yes, let’s move this along. The Ever-after is—” she stomps a polished black loafer on Chloe’s floor “—basically down there, for those who don’t understand multidimensional planes of existence. It’s what you mortals think of as Hell, but it’s honestly nothing like what you think. No rivers of lava. It’s all much, much worse. I could take you back with me. Give you a VIP tour. And I could use a new familiar.” An unnerving smile starts to curve Beca’s lips. “Are you going to tell me what your name is? It’s the polite thing to do, given you’ve managed to drag me here.”

“Chloe.” She has no earthly idea why she offers this...this demon her name.

Beca sits back in her chair and crosses her legs at the knee. “Chloe.” She seems to be thinking and is silent for a few seconds before she says, “Isadore Goodwin Abraham.”

“What?” The name is vaguely familiar as if she read it once in a book as a child.

“Isadore Goodwin Abraham was your sixth great-grandmother. She tried for years to summon me. Never could, though. Couldn’t get my name quite right. We’d talk through the mirror. She was a powerful witch. Always unsatisfied, always trying new spells and divinations. Never married. She did have two daughters, though, and was cast out of her village. Ironically, not for witchcraft but for having a child out of wedlock. I miss her sometimes.” Though Chloe can’t see them, she can feel Beca’s eyes on her. “You look like her. Are you a witch?”

“What? No!”

“Are you sure?” A glowing, evil-looking ball of green and black appears in Beca’s left hand and before Chloe can process what’s about to happen, she throws it right at her.

She can feel its energy transferring through the air around them. Can feel its heat and its ice and its evil, like it’s full of souls screaming to be released and it’s all hurtling at her and she does the only thing she can think to do.

She closes her eyes and hopes to live.

There’s a pull on her psyche like a plucked guitar string followed by the sound of sizzling and the stench of sulfur.

“Still think you’re not a witch?”

When she opens her eyes she realizes she’s trapped. Trapped inside some kind of a bubble that’s swirling with tints of yellow and blue and the odd smudge of black that’s sitting around her as the green and black energy rolls down it like water on a window to disappear into the floor. She panics and moves and as soon as she touches the edge of the energy field it pops to nothing.

Her heart won’t stop pounding and it’s making her dizzy. “What just happened?”

“You cast a circle of protection.”

“I did what?”

“Look, babe; I’m not here to teach you about witches and demons. That’s what libraries are for. Or, I guess now you have something called The Internet. Read about it and then get back to me.”

Chloe hisses as a burning line drags across her wrist and she looks to see a small scar appear, fresh and red as though she burned herself on an iron. “Get back to you? About what? What did you do to me?”

“You summoned me here, and now you owe me. Learn the basics and then I’ll bring you back with me. I can tell you’ll be a great familiar. So much natural talent. When I decide you’ve repaid me, that mark will be removed.” She’s still grinning like she knows Chloe’s deepest, dirtiest secrets. “But until then, I’m going to get back to my dinner. You have no idea how difficult it is to find fresh fruit and veggies there and I have a carrot and an apple calling my name that I paid handsomely for.”

There’s a chorus of shrieks followed by laughter downstairs and it gets Beca’s attention. She stands and the chair evaporates as she turns toward Chloe’s bedroom door.

“No, don’t. Please!” Chloe calls out. She’s not sure what she’s trying to stop. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps the stealing of the souls of her closest friends by an evil being from the underworld.

Beca keeps walking but turns and does so backward, still smiling. “They sound like they’re having fun. I can be here until sunrise, so I think I’ll go join the party. Do you have any apples?”

“Please don’t hurt them.” Chloe wants to run but fear weighs her down. Fear and confusion.

“Who said anything about hurting them? After all, you’re the one who owes me, not those girls downstairs. I’m going to go see if you have any apples.” Beca smiles once more before she vanishes right through the door leaving Chloe in silence.

Eyes wide, she looks around the room, sure she has to still be asleep. Everything seems normal now; the mirror’s glass is nothing but silver once again. But there are two burn marks on the hardwood floor of her room right where she remembers the black and green energy Beca had thrown at her dripping off her...force field?! and through the floor.

She looks at her own hands; they still tremble from the rush of emotions: fear, confusion, dare she say intrigue? and, above all else, pure energy that she can still feel flowing through her. She feels it like wind rustling the leaves of a tree making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It’s nothing like she’s ever felt but suddenly experiences from her life start sliding into place. The day a car nearly struck her dog but it stopped when she screamed. The way her friends say she’s able to put people under a love spell, falling for her in the blink of an eye. The curious talent she has in the kitchen at combining counterintuitive ingredients and yielding wonderful results. She remembers sneezing near a candle once and it igniting.

“What the heck?” she whispers to herself. “A witch?”

She feels the room pop and suddenly Beca’s right next to her, lying on her bed casually as if she was there all along to watch a movie together. “And a demon,” Beca says with a grin before disappearing again.

“Wait—Beca!”

“That’s my name; don’t wear it out.”

Chloe can’t even see her but it sounds like she’s right next to her.

“Hey, Chloe!” Stacie’s voice rings up the stairs. “Your friend Beca’s here! Quit studying and come drink with us!”

“Literally, what the heck,” she repeats as she stands. Her entire body is trembling like she’s full of caffeine or carbonation. It could be adrenaline, but she can feel it. Feel the energy of everything around her, of where the circle she’d somehow cast used to be. Of where Beca appeared— and then disappeared. Of the river miles away that feeds the nearby lake and how the water seems to interfere with the energies of everything around it. She can feel her friends downstairs and their happiness but above all, she can feel Beca. And though she doesn’t know what Beca is doing, she can read that no one is afraid, so at the very least, Beca hasn’t killed anyone. At least, not yet.

“I’m coming!” she shouts back as she hurries toward the door to make sure her friends are safe from the demon that’s in their home.

And to ask Lily more about her dream.

The end…?

#HW192 #bechloe #pitch perfect horror week #bechloe fanfic #this was fun #i might come back to it

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ohpretty-baby · 5 years ago

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bts as my sophomore class teachers

a thread because i miss my teachers lowkey

anyways enjoy <3

first hour: ap seminar with kim namjoon

super philosophical

is a fanboy for rosseau, calls him the original gangster

intimidatingly intelligent; like reads 3 books in one day and writes two papers on them intelligent

constantly connecting foundational thinkers/texts to real life situations (ex: echo and narcissus and selfies in social media)

makes you feel like a bad person by questioning your moral motives

there’s never a dull day in his class

seriously

one time we spent the hour evaluating billie eilish’s bad boy and that one “sweet but psycho” song and talked about double consciousness

the next day we did a full 180 and talked about mass burials

then we talked about the refugee crisis the day after that

extremely thought provoking conversations

gives you independence, which is a double edged sword because everyone in ap sem procrastinates

wants students to exceed not only in his class but also outside of school

my irl ap sem teacher helped me figure out that i wanted to go into a career of law !

also an extensive librarian (hence the ability to read 3 books in one day)

if you have the slight interest in something, he has a book for it

i literally have 8 books checked out from my school library because of him

gives you complete and honest ratings of r rated movies and posts them on your schoology board

not afraid to be scandalous

“now everyone say it with me: premarital sex!”

that was something my irl teacher said, that day we shouted out premarital sex about 15 times with the door wide open

amazing music taste

literally

he listens to anything and everything, from french rap to spanish pop and then english folk songs

will dj for your graduation party for free

second hour: honors english with min yoongi

insanely calm, probably just very sleepy

easy going, chill

you really don’t feel pressured in his class

people goof off in class and are generally very annoying, but he doesn’t care

occasionally lectures students if he really needs to

communicates what we have to do and then lets us do the work

lets us fail if we’re not responsible

but will understand if you can’t turn in a project if life gets in the way

i still have a project i need to turn in oops-

i haven’t received any negative repercussions tho

lets kids eat in his class and lets them go to the vending machine if they have no food

i go to my locker every morning to get food to eat

eats with us

lets you use your phone and watch netflix

will even ask you what show you’re watching and if it’s good

actually a really good teacher if you pay attention in his class

kids just think they can slack off, they end up failing tho so it’s really none of his issues

for some reason he’s a substitute teacher for a lot of classes

when he subs, the classes are extremely fun

one time i spent my whole sixth hour talking to him about my costar and astrology

goofs off with the kids

that same day he subbed, my friends were making panoramas of each other and he rated all of them

isn’t strict

cares about his students and is very easy to talk to

because of this a lot of students open up to him

isn’t a snitch

would willingly make fun of classic literature with you

third hour: honors chemistry with kim taehyung

Super Sassy

always gets the last word when students mess around with him

“what’s your favorite double replacement reaction?”

“my favorite ones are the ones you guys get right; so none”

as you can guess, students love having conversation with him

probably has a dope ass instagram but damnit he won’t let accept anyone’s follow requests

probably because that’s illegal

constant Bad BItch energy

will openly tell students they are annoying without shame

will also openly tell you that you are dumb

once i thought that we had four principals (one for each grade, don’t question it) and my irl teacher was speechless,, like she couldn’t actually say anything at my stupidity

i would willingly sell my soul for my chemistry teacher

always has labs to do, even if they’re not very helpful at times

lets students retake tests by creating a new test

but they’re actually harder than the actual test

students skip their own classes to visit him

i always skip my 6th hour to go into the chemistry

constantly has to chase away students

actually very sweet and cares about students, but is never really a push over

again, a constant Bad Bitch

fourth hour: honors spanish with kim seokjin

an even Bigger Bad Bitch

super fun and sassy

fiestas!!!!!!!

we have fiestas but literally the only Spanish thing we have is chips and salsa and tacos

i’m not kidding

people just bring in cake pops and brownies

will sometimes teach a whole lesson in Spanish just to fuck with us

will also try to hold a conversation with us in Spanish just to fuck with us even more

loves seeing our shocked and confused faces when can’t answer his questions

actually teaches us

gives a lot of busy work but i honestly think that’s the better ways of learning and practicing Spanish, so there’s no complaints

engaging lessons, encourages us to make mistakes so we can be comfortable with the language

veryyyy helpful with pronunciation, makes sure that we know how to pronounce certain words

super trustworthy

once after school i spilled tea with my irl spanish teacher about a messy breakup i had gone thru, it was real fun

we have a theory that one of the senior teachers has a crush on her because he always visits her when he comes to our class

really good teacher but heavily overestimates our ability

especially when it comes to tests

but will admit his wrongs when we don’t do well in class

literally the best friend you wish you had

fifth hour: ap world with jeon jungkook

literally really pretty

really funny and sweet but his class is hard

not because of the extensive work and the fast pace, but because he doesn’t prepare students enough for saqs, dbqs, leqs, etc.

we still love our ap world teacher bc she genuinely cares about us

teaches an ap class but has never taken an ap class in high school

still teaches even tho he’s sick and his own students have asked him to stay at home so he can feel better

really fun discussion activities, like fishbowls

always drinking tea with a cool ass mug that has all the presidents of the united states on it

wears really cute clothes and coordinates colors

but sometimes will just pull up in pajamas

either way he’s Stylin

makes sure that students know that he doesn’t believe in racism and communism

always tells his students to take care when they say goodbye

draws LOTS of smiley faces

sometimes more confused about the content then the students are

but genuinely kind and hard working, even if it takes him 3 months to grade papers

sixth hour: theology with jung hoseok

confusing lectures

will talk about persecution in rome and then switch the topic onto blts (yes, the sandwich) and then talk about male circumcision

really goofy

deaf

talks very loudly because he takes his hearing aid out during lessons

honestly a really confusing teacher

a lot of people don’t like his teaching style, and neither do i, but it’s not a hard class so there’s really nothing to complain about

you really just need to read the slides in his class to pass

gives out homework but never grades it

i never turn in homework,,,

i get a’s on his test and he just gives good grades for every homework assignment

honestly just really sweet and funny even when he tries not to

talks with his hands way too much

will take selfies with you if you let him

constantly asking for validation from his students

“is my teaching style ok? i know it can be confusing but i really try with making lectures funny so you guys won’t be bored”

can sometimes be annoying but everyone loves him because he just doesn’t make sense

literally the best class to do other homework in

sees students as his friends

once we had a public discussion online about our concerns of the coronavirus instead of actually learning about theology

i said that i was worried that i’d die of the coronavirus before i got a boyfriend

he replied to my comment saying “1. you are killing me ! :) 2. i’m sure that you have a lot of secret admirers, so the boyfriend thing is covered, they just need to figure things out. remember maturity happens at different stages for everyone.”

even though i don’t like his class at times, i know i’m gonna miss how crazy he is

seventh hour: honors geometry with park jimin

Sweetest, Softest, Most Pure of all

gives out candy during tests

but not just any candy

the really good strawberry candies that grandmas always have and never run out of

sometimes the lessons go by too fast but yet too slow at the same time

a Literal Grandpa

doesn’t let kids say “shut up” or “dumb” in his class

claims that he doesn’t even say “shut up” to his own kids

always reminds kids that this is a No Judgement Zone

rewards students who answer challenging questions with little stand-up signs that say “Expert at Work” or “Rockstar” that they can put on their desk

will buy or make little stockings that spell out the initials of the high school

brags about his kohl’s cash

once bought a $50 scooter for only $5 dollars because of his kohl’s cash

stays after school for two hours to reteach lessons to students

takes little strolls around the school building with his friends during lunch

Mental Math Mondays

mondays are when we play mental math card games with the whole class

lets kids make their own card games

will ask if you’re okay if you look sad

will also ask if you’re okay if you look sleepy

asks kids to be patient with him when they have a confusing lesson to teach

wIll thoroughly explain everything to the best of his ability

definitely has never done anything wrong

this made me genuinely miss my teachers even though i hate school with my whole entire heart, soul, and mind! anyways love u guys

#thread #appreciation #bts #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bangtan #bts thread #bts as teachers #bts appreciation

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angelofthequeers · 6 years ago

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Ladybug and Reine Nuit: Chapter 3

Origins III

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

I didn’t think I needed to change much about the battle side of Origins because the important stuff is in the character interactions rather than the fighting, especially since this is only episode 1 and I have to set up the changes for the rest of the story. But I do try and deviate in later battles.

I’m also going to try posting this without the AO3 link just to test if external links are messing with my reach somehow.

Part 2 | Part 4

“The stone beings are scattered all over Paris, and for the time being, they are showing no signs of movement!” reports Nadja Chamack from the television. Marinette’s frozen in place, her heart in her throat, wondering if she’s got enough time to make it to the bathroom before she’s sick. “Police have cordoned off the area.”

The TV flicks to display the mayor, André Bourgeois. “We won’t stop until we find a way to get these people to their normal selves! But for now…we’re not making much headway.”

Then it’s back to Nadja, this time with a picture of Ladybug and Reine Nuit. “Paris is relying on our new guardian angels, Ladybug and Reine Nuit, to save us all. Our lives depend on them!”

Okay. That…doesn’t make Marinette feel much better about her complete and utter failure yesterday in not capturing the akuma, allowing it to multiply and infect more innocent people. She’d known she’d mess up, she’d just known it, she’d tried to warn Tikki…and the tiny kwami’s faith in her has proven to be their downfall. How can clumsy, awkward Marinette possibly be a superhero? Sure, Reine Nuit had messed up, but at least she seems to have the confidence to carry her. She’d been the one to jump in and get stuff done, after all.

Marinette jumps when a large arm lands around her shoulders, snapping her out of her thoughts, but it just turns out to be her father.

“Listen, I know how upsetting and scary this is,” Tom says, clearly having misinterpreted Marinette’s look of dread. “But don’t worry, sweetie; we’ve got two superheroes looking out for Paris, and the best way of helping them is to show them that we’re not scared, because we trust them!”

Ordinarily, Tom’s exaggerated fist-shaking would have made Marinette laugh; instead, she just looks down in shame.

“But what if Ladybug fails?” she mumbles.

“Then I’d come and save you!” Tom hefts a long baguette as a sword. “Super Baker to the rescue!”

Marinette giggles and leans up to kiss her father on the cheek. “Thanks, Super Dad!” she says before darting up to her bedroom to grab her purse. She pauses, looking at the vanity where she’s stored the earrings, and she takes the box out of the drawer, chews her lip, then nods and stashes the box in her purse.

She’s made her decision. She’s giving the earrings to Alya; the superhero enthusiast will do a much better job at being a hero than Marinette ever could. Tikki might be disappointed, but she’ll soon see that it’s for the best.

“Ladybug is just so cool!” Alya gushes to Marinette, who just stares down glumly as they turn into the school’s street. How Alya has this much faith in her, Marinette has no clue. But that faith should serve her well as the new Ladybug. “I saw her yesterday! I was so close to her! Uh…hiding! At the stadium!”

“That’s cool…” Marinette says, handing Alya back her phone. Alya doesn’t seem to notice her mood. “But why do you trust Ladybug so much? All these stone beings…and what about Reine Nuit?”

“Oh, of course I love Reine Nuit too.” Alya swells when she says the cat superhero’s name. “But Ladybug’s just so amazing and – and just – aaaaah, I can’t even! A real live superhero! I think she’s totally my gay thing.”

“But what if she’s not really cut out to be a superhero even though everyone thinks she is?” Marinette argues.

“What are you talking about, girl?” Alya squints at Marinette, leans in close, then snaps her fingers. “Oh, wait. I know what this is about!”

Marinette gulps. Does Alya know? How can she know?

“You’re scared!” Alya nudges Marinette. “But don’t be! I just know that Ladybug is a true superheroine! She’s going to protect us all! I believe in her. And I believe in Reine Nuit.”

If Marinette needed any more proof that she’s made the right choice, this is it.

“Please, Nathalie!” pleads a familiar voice as Marinette and Alya draw level with the school gates. To Marinette’s surprise, Adrien is being cornered by a woman with a dark pantsuit and dark hair pulled back in a tight bun, along with a gorilla-like man who could rival Marinette’s father in size.

“Wow, what’s going on with Adrien?” Alya says.

“You had your fun yesterday,” the woman says calmly. “Your father is furious that you disobeyed him. Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“I just want to go to school like a normal kid! Is that too much to ask for?”

The woman sighs. “According to your father, yes. Come on, Adrien.”

Adrien’s dejected face is such a stark contrast to his wide-eyed, innocent hope from yesterday that something hot settles in Marinette’s belly. Before she knows what she’s doing, she’s storming over and planting herself in front of Adrien, hands on her hips, glaring at the woman and the thickset man.

“Listen here!” Marinette declares. “Adrien deserves to go to school just as much as anybody else! And if that makes his father mad then too bad!” She grabs Adrien’s wrist. “Come on, Adrien. You’re going to class and no one’s going to stop you.”

Adrien offers no resistance as Marinette tugs him inside the school, Alya rushing to catch up. Undoubtedly, the only reason that the woman and thickset man don’t come after them is due to the utter shock plastered across their faces, but Marinette still wants to make sure that they’re well within the school grounds so as not to tempt the two. Once they’re in the courtyard, she lets go of Adrien and jumps away.

“Sorry if I was out of line!” she says. Adrien just stares at her with an open mouth. “But it’s not fair that you shouldn’t be allowed to go to school just because you’re famous!”

“Oh – uh – no, apologise – don’t apologise!” Adrien’s cheeks pinken and he scratches the back of his head. “Actually…that’s the first time someone’s stood up for me. Thanks, Marinette. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Marinette beams at him. Next to her, Alya is smirking at Adrien, but Marinette can’t possibly begin to figure out why.

“Once a monster, always a monster!” Chloé’s annoying voice declares from the other side of the courtyard. Marinette turns just in time to see Ivan storming off. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

Marinette and Alya exchange furious looks. Before they can confront Chloé, however, Adrien gets in first.

“Chloé!” He storms over, fists clenched, but Chloé’s whole demeanour changes and she immediately latches on to him like an octopus.

“Adrikins!” she squeals. Their other classmates don’t exactly look all that impressed with Adrien, but their faces shift when he detaches himself from Chloé and steps away.

“That was totally uncool,” he says, crossing his arms. “You should be nicer to people, Chloé.”

“Pfft,” Chloé scoffs. “We don’t need to be nice to these peasants. You need to learn how to command respect!” Her face falls when Adrien turns and storms off. “Wait! Adrikins!”

“I thought he was her bestie,” Alix comments as Marinette and Alya draw level with them.

“Only because she was never mean around him,” Marinette says. “I talked to him yesterday. He’s actually really nice once you get to know him.”

“Huh,” Juleka says. “Who would’ve thought?”

“Maybe I should be his friend,” Nino says. “If he’s gonna sit near Chloé, I reckon he’ll need me to keep him sane.”

Marinette grins at Alya. “That’s a great idea, Nino. You guys should get to class. I’m going to go and find Ivan.”

With a little searching, Marinette manages to track down Ivan in the locker room, listening to music. After saving him yesterday and realising that his akuma had been a teasing note from Kim about his feelings for Mylène, Marinette had realised that he just needed a little push to confess to her, and she intends to give that push now and prevent him from giving in to negative emotions and being akumatised again.

“I’m no good with words, though,” Ivan mumbles.

“Who needs words?” Marinette says. “You could draw her a picture, send her flowers…”

“I could…write her a song?” Ivan says. Marinette beams.

“That’s a great idea! What girl wouldn’t want a love song written especially for her? Go for it, Ivan, and stay positive!”

“Hey, Alya, wouldn’t you want to be a superhero and go out and fight monsters and villains?” Marinette says when she and Alya have taken their seats in class. Her heart deflates at Alya’s response.

“Eh, not really. I’m more of a Lois Lane than a Clark Kent, you know? Why?”

“Oh…no reason.” Marinette stares down at her purse. Who else can she give the earrings to? She was so sure that Alya would be the right choice!

“You can’t ignore me forever, Adrikins,” Chloé sings. In front of her, Adrien doesn’t react. “Don’t worry, you’ll come crawling back to me soon enough when you realise that the riff-raff here aren’t worth it.”

“Shut up, Chloé,” Adrien growls.

“Hmm…” Marinette once again looks at her purse. If Alya doesn’t want to be a superhero, well, Adrien might be a great second choice. But how to get the earrings into his bag? Before she can figure it out, however, Stoneheart comes crashing into the classroom and grabs Mylène and Chloé amidst the screams of the other students.

“Gotta go! Need a close-up!” Alya bolts out of the classroom like her pants are on fire. Marinette dives under the table and starts to shimmy towards Adrien’s bag so that she can hide the earrings inside, but she’s thwarted when he whoops and jumps to his feet.

“Come on, Nino!” Adrien exclaims, his eyes wide and glittering. “We should go after him!”

“Uh…are you crazy, dude?” Nino says.

“Following him – seeing Ladybug and Reine Nuit – I’ve never felt so alive! I nearly got crushed to death yesterday!”

“That’s…not a good thing…?”

“Whatever! I’m following Stoneheart!”

“Wait!” Marinette cries. “Come back! You need –”

Adrien’s gone before she can even finish her sentence. With a groan, Marinette takes off after him, not quite managing to keep up as he runs through the streets after Stoneheart but managing to keep him in sight. When she rounds the corner, Marinette instinctively takes in the situation: multiple stone monsters, one of which has Reine Nuit clutched tightly in its fist, while she screams curses at it that have Marinette wincing.

“Hey! Let her go!” Adrien jumps onto the monster from on top of a car and kicks its fist. Although he doesn’t manage to hurt it, his kick makes it reflexively let go of Reine Nuit, who falls to the road with a groan and bounds back to her feet. But she’s not quick enough to save Adrien from being snatched up by the stone monster, which then heads after Stoneheart with Adrien squirming and shouting in its grip.

“Adrien!” Marinette shrieks. Reine Nuit barely spares her a glance.

“Get to safety!” the superhero orders her, leaping off after the stone beings. “Ladybug, where are you?”

Marinette’s frozen to the spot. Reine Nuit is alone – Adrien’s in danger – there are three innocent people being held captive – her fault, her fault, her fault –

“Gah!” Marinette fumbles for the box in her purse and inserts the earrings as quickly as she can. Tikki once again appears in a swirl of red light, beaming. “I need Ladybug!”

“I knew you’d come around!” Tikki says. Marinette sighs.

“I’m still not sure I’m up for this, but Adrien’s in danger. I can’t sit back and do nothing. Tikki, spots on!”

“Finally!” Reine Nuit could cry tears of joy when a familiar red figure lands on the monster that’s got Adrien in its grip.

“Reine Nuit, your staff!” Ladybug calls. Reine Nuit immediately springs to join Ladybug, using her staff to pry open the monster’s fist while Ladybug yanks Adrien out. Then they’re off, jumping through the streets in the direction of the Eiffel Tower, Reine Nuit using her baton as aid while Ladybug swings with her yo-yo, Adrien in her arms.

“Wow! I got rescued by Ladybug!” Adrien pulls out his phone and starts recording the instant Ladybug sets him down on the ground.

“Damn, this kid has no survival instincts whatsoever,” Reine Nuit comments. Ladybug snorts.

“Stay safe,” she says to Adrien. “Now we need to rescue the other two and take down the source.”

“Do we have to rescue Chloé?” Reine Nuit complains. To her surprise, Ladybug giggles.

“Afraid so, kitty cat,” she says. “We have to save everyone, even the civilians who don’t deserve it.”

“You hate Chloé too?” Reine Nuit high-fives Ladybug. “Awesome!”

“Uh,” says Adrien, “as much as I’m angry at Chloé, I do still care about her.”

“Fine, fine, we’ll save her,” Reine Nuit says. “But only ‘cause you asked so nicely. Let’s go, Ladybug!”

They arrive at the base of the Eiffel Tower near André Bourgeois and the police just as Stoneheart hurls Chloé at the ground. Although it pains her to do so, Ladybug swings in and snatches Chloé out of the air before she can become a yellow stain on the stone ground.

“I didn’t promise!” Chloé wails. Ladybug blinks.

“Huh?”

Now that Chloé’s out of the way and safely in her father’s arms, any concern on the police’s part seems to vanish; Officer Roger orders them to attack despite Stoneheart still having another captive.

“I have a new plan, unlike you!” Roger says when Ladybug protests. “Move aside and let the pros do their thing. You’ve already failed once!”

Ladybug deflates and looks down. “…He’s right, you know. If I’d captured Stoneheart’s akuma the first time around, none of this would have happened! I knew I wasn’t the right one for this job…”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Reine Nuit storms over to Roger and jabs a finger at him. “If it wasn’t for Ladybug, Chloé would’ve splattered just then! And if it wasn’t for Ladybug, Stoneheart wouldn’t have been defeated the first time around! Where were you guys? Oh, that’s right, cowering while we took care of it and I nearly got my spine broken!”

“Reine Nuit!” Ladybug dashes to pull Reine Nuit away from Roger, whose eye is twitching.

“You know I’m right!” Reine Nuit says. “Like you haven’t ever made a mistake before!”

“Hey!” Ladybug grabs Reine Nuit by the shoulders. “I appreciate the support. Really, I do! But maybe we should focus on the akuma rather than antagonising the police?”

Reine Nuit huffs and crosses her arms. “Fine. Only for you.”

“People of Paris, listen carefully!” announces a deep voice. Ladybug and Reine Nuit whirl around to find a swarm of purple butterflies hovering above a prone Stoneheart, in the shape of a face. Reine Nuit is keenly aware of Adrien skidding to a stop behind them, and she notices him raise his phone at the akuma swam. “I am Hawkmoth.”

“Hawkmoth?” Ladybug and Reine Nuit repeat together. Reine Nuit gasps. This must be the supervillain behind turning Ivan into Stoneheart! Oooh, now she knows who the true mastermind is! Her final archnemesis!

“Ladybug, Reine Nuit, give me the ladybug earrings and the cat ring now,” Hawkmoth says. “You’ve done enough damage to these innocent people!”

“Nice try, Hawkmoth, but we know who the bad guy is,” Ladybug drawls, clapping slowly as she approaches the akuma cloud. “Let's not reverse the roles here. Without you, none of these innocent victims would be transformed into villains. Hawkmoth, no matter how long it takes, we will find you, and you will hand us your Miraculous!”

With a cry, Ladybug throws her yo-yo at the cloud again and again, capturing akuma after akuma until the Hawkmoth face screams and explodes into purple butterflies. There’s not another sound anywhere; everyone is dead silent, staring at Ladybug as she lands on the Eiffel Tower and turns to face the helicopters in the air and people on the ground.

“Let me make this promise to you,” she announces. “No matter who wants to harm you, Ladybug and Reine Nuit will do everything in our power to keep you safe!” She opens her yo-yo and a cloud of pure white butterflies stream out, enveloping the Eiffel Tower before dissipating. All Reine Nuit can do is watch, her mouth wide open, her stomach twisting, her heart pounding, because this is so far from the timid Ladybug from yesterday and…wow. She’s always had a thing for strong girls who take no shit.

“I think I love her,” Reine Nuit murmurs.

“I think I’d love her if Marinette didn’t come along first,” Adrien adds, looking just as shocked as Reine Nuit feels.

All of a sudden, Stoneheart jumps to his feet. Reine Nuit jolts into action, leaping up to join Ladybug on the Eiffel Tower as Mylène screams for help, but Stoneheart just growls, “You’ll never take Mylène from me!” and starts climbing further up the Tower. Crashing sounds alert Reine Nuit and Ladybug to the fact that the other stone monsters are also climbing the Tower.

“We’re surrounded!” Reine Nuit announces. Her stomach churns at the sight of the monsters climbing on all sides, keeping her and her partner trapped where they are. “What do we do, Ladybug? If we attack him, he just grows bigger.”

“But we do know where his akuma is,” Ladybug points out.

“Yeah, in the fist with Mylène. He’s never gonna let her go.”

Ladybug frowns up at Stoneheart, then her face clears. “That’s it! If Stoneheart’s in love with Mylène, then we don’t separate them! We bring them closer together!”

“Uh…okay?” Reine Nuit says. “I mean, I don’t get it, but you sound like you know what you’re doing. I’ll just ruin whatever you tell me to ruin.” God, it’s only been a day and she’d follow this girl anywhere, and she proves this by bounding up the Tower with a swinging Ladybug to where Stoneheart and Mylène are.

Surrounded by stone monsters, with Stoneheart not letting Mylène or the akuma go any time soon and Reine Nuit getting slapped around from monster to monster like a game of volleyball, Ladybug finally ends up summoning her Lucky Charm.

“A parachute?” she exclaims. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Hurry up and figure it out!” Reine Nuit calls as another monster slams her into the cool metal of the Tower. “Owww…I’m gonna feel this in the morning…”

“His hand! Get ready!”

Reine Nuit rolls to dodge the next attack, then looks up in time to see Ladybug manipulate Stoneheart into kissing Mylène with her yo-yo like a puppeteer. In shock, Stoneheart drops Mylène, who screams and clings to his gigantic pinky finger, while Reine Nuit flings herself off the Tower to bat the little purple wad of paper up at Ladybug before using her baton to anchor herself against the Tower.

“Woo!” she cheers. “Forget drugs, this is the best rush I’ll ever need!” Maybe she should become an anti-drugs spokesperson on the side. Gotta use her powers for good, right?

However, this presents another problem: as soon as Ladybug frees the akuma, Stoneheart turns back into Ivan and both he and Mylène go plummeting towards the ground. At Ladybug’s order to save Ivan, Reine Nuit says, “Cataclysm!” and black sparks of power rush to her ring, fizzing, making her hand tingle with the same cold power as when she transforms from Alya into Reine Nuit. She uses her baton as a spring to leap up towards Ivan, slamming her hand against the Tower and gasping when the metal under her palm immediately rusts and ages.

Whoa. This is so cool.

A long shard of corroded metal splits and falls away to jut out into the air, giving Reine Nuit the perfect leverage to swing out and grab Ivan by the back of the shirt before he falls past her. A moment later, Ladybug’s yo-yo zips past her and back up to where they just were.

“Gotcha!” she hears Ladybug cry. Wow. She was totally right about Ladybug being so awesome. Okay, so she’s Reine Nuit and she’s a superhero, but – but Ladybug is Ladybug! Reine Nuit keeps hanging with Ivan, unsure of how exactly to get down, until Ladybug calls, “Miraculous Ladybug!” and a swarm of red and black ladybugs swirl around the Tower, righting everything that’s been wronged. One of these wrongs includes depositing Reine Nuit and Ivan on the ground and restoring Reine Nuit’s baton to its usual place at the small of her back, along with draining away all the aches and pains she’s accumulated over the course of the battle.

“Whoa,” an awestruck Adrien says from nearby, trying to get as much of the healing swarm on camera as he can. “Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Yeah!” Ladybug gasps. “It’s beautiful! And amazing! It’s – it’s miraculous!”

Although Marinette’s heart is pounding as she sits down in her usual seat with Alya rather than at the front, she can’t deny that it’s totally worth it to see the look of sheer apoplectic rage on Chloé’s face when she tells the blonde to get lost because she sure as hell isn’t moving and “all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing”. Alya grins at her.

“Good job,” Alya says, fist-bumping her. Adrien enters the classroom at that moment, and his face lights up when he sees that Marinette and Alya are sitting behind him and Nino.

“You guys missed the best action!” he says, pulling his phone out. “I was there! So close to the action that I actually got grabbed trying to help Reine Nuit!”

“Dude,” Nino gasps. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Adrien’s grin widens. “But Ladybug saved me! Look!” He plays them the footage of the battle at the Eiffel Tower, and Marinette’s a little astounded at how clear the video is. Then again, it is a very good quality phone that Adrien has.

“I bet your father was happy that you went running after an akuma,” Alya smirks.

“Oh, he was furious,” Adrien says cheerfully. “But it was such an adrenaline rush! After years of being cooped up in my own house, it was like I was alive for the first time! Man, it would’ve been so cool to be a hero.” He pouts at his phone and says, “Guess I’ll have to settle for being Lois Lane. But I still don’t know what to even do with these videos.”

“Why not post them online?” Alya says. “People would kill to see that kind of footage.”

“True,” Adrien says. “Now I just need a catchy YouTube name.”

“And I can edit the videos for you if you need,” Nino says. “I love filmmaking, man.”

“Sweet!” Adrien high-fives Nino. “This is gonna be awesome!”

#miraculous ladybug #aotq fic #aotq: reine nuit au #chat!alya #marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #origins part 2 #stoneheart #whoops there goes adrien's heart #reverse crush #adrien getting caught by raging villains isn't a good thing #nino has some concerns

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hazytaezy · 6 years ago

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home - kim taehyung x reader

Genre: good ole classic “oh no! we have to share a bed! whatever will we do!”(but only a little bit), loosely based off of the BTS Run Ep. 70 , assistant to lover

warnings: language

Summary: (Y/N) has been working with BTS for just a little over 2 years now. What just started out as a professional work relationship, blossomed into a friendship she couldn’t live without with these 7 guys. She had always been close with one of them in particular. They shared the same gentle shyness and interest in music. It wasn’t long before they were spending most of their free time with each other. So what happens when (Y/N) suddenly realizes her heart tugs a little bit more than usual when he walks into the room.

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my first fic. This is really bad. I’m getting back into writing and right now I suck. I am very new to the fandom so if I make any errors with their personalities etc. know that I am still learning! I hope you all enjoy, please let me know what you think!

(Y/N)’s eyes shifted between the two bags of marshmallows sitting on the shelf, wondering which ones would make better rice krispies. She had lost the boys the second they walked into the supermarket, choosing to make a beeline for the baking aisle. If there was one thing she was going to get done tonight, it was going to be making her most favorite dessert in the world. Whoever said butter and sugar didn’t solve problems? It also helped that every time she made them it made her a little less homesick.

Ever since she had gotten this job, she had only been able to go back home for the major holidays. It was hard for someone like her to handle that at first. A complete introvert and lack of any interest in social activities always kept her at home. This ultimately made her family close and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She closed her eyes and imagined what her parents would be doing right now. Her mom was probably rolling cookies, trying to keep her dad from dipping his finger into the bowl of dough. Her throat tightened and she found herself trying to push back tears while clutching a bag of bunny marshmallows.

“I like the pink ones.” She jumped a little as her eyes opened back up. Taehyung rested his chin on her shoulder, and she felt warmth wash over her. He could always sense when something was amiss with her and it was even more noticeable when he turned down the aisle she was on. He watched as her eyes searched the shelves for the same pillows of sugar she normally uses at home. He had been begging her to take a break. He even offered to pay for her way home, but she would always decline. This job meant the world to her, even if it meant missing home. He wouldn’t push the subject after she told him no. He had tried to fight that fight a couple of times before and always failed. He knew she grew homesick every once in a while, but there was something else that he could see eating away at her. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to figure it out.

“They are cute little bunnies, Taehyung. Wouldn’t it be sad watching them all melt into buttery, gooey goodness… actually never mind that sounds wonderful.” She hugged the bag to her chest and tucked two into her basket. When she turned around to face him, she felt his arms wrap around her shoulders. It took everything in her not to bury her head in his chest and take a deep breath. She didn’t think it would mean anything to him, this wasn’t anything new to be this close with each other. He was her best friend. But damn did he always smell so good and it brought a comfort she had grown to love. Lately though, it seemed to be the point of all of her problems. Not only was she missing home, but she had to decipher whatever this feeling was pooling in her stomach.

When she first started this job, she had been drawn to Hoseok. He embodied something she wished to be. Carefree, outgoing, and the light of the room. But it was late one night, during the longest studio session she had ever been to, when she was brought closer to Taehyung. Maybe it was the late of the night, but they both couldn’t seem to stop sharing. She confided things with him that night that she hadn’t even told her parents. He did just the same and ever since that day, they had been attached at the hip. Truly the best of friends. So why all of the sudden did she grow clammy when he was around? It was screwing with her head and the only way she could handle it right now was focusing all of her attention on baking these damn rice krispies.

She pulled herself away from his grip and pushed out a smile that she knew he would like. Anything to distract her from focusing on how when he hugged her, his fingers would trace up circles up and down her arms. And how much she never wanted him to stop. “Shall we find the others? They’ve probably torn the whole store apart by now.” She gestured towards Jungkook and Jimin at the end of the aisle trying to hop onto each other’s backs.

She could hear the screaming from the kitchen when they got back to the cabin. The staff decided it would be fun for the guys to compete for which rooms they would be staying in. She couldn’t help but let out a small giggle when she heard the familiar deep cry from Jin. He must have lost…terribly. She hadn’t given it any thought to where she would be staying, she just assumed that accommodations were already made for the staff. That’s why she was more than a little bit surprised when she spotted the cameraman coming around the corner. She had just finished stirring her marshmallow mixture and was holding the spoon up to lick the extra rice krispies off of the handle. Her eyebrow quirked up giving the man behind the lens a puzzled look.

“It’s your turn to choose!” She crossed her arms as he continued to explain what was going on. “So, you’re telling me, I could possibly have a room all to myself or be stuck in a room full of those nerds?” She watched as the staff couldn’t stop laughing. “When did you decide this would be a good idea!” She sunk her head down and laid it against the kitchen counter.

She wouldn’t ask the universe for anything else if it just granted her this one thing. A giant room to herself. A giant room that she could fill up at night with all of her thoughts. Every single one that has been working its way through her mind for the past few months. As she made her way down the hallway, she heard loud whispers followed by a loud bang. This of course was accompanied by a chorus of “Yoongi!”. She kissed her hand and held it up to the ceiling, thanking her lucky stars that every single one of these boys were dumbasses.

She pressed her ear to the door across from their room to see if she could hear any movement. So far, so good. It seemed to be the quietest place she had ever heard in a good while. They couldn’t possibly have all picked the same room. Though she wouldn’t put it past them. Her hand gripped the doorknob as she sent out one last plea to the universe.

He was laughing before she reached the bed. “If there was anyone I had to share a room with, I’m glad it’s you.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to lay down next to him on the bed. She felt the bed dip down as he moved to face her. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt his hand fall onto her hip. She always knew he was beautiful, there was no denying that, but the light caught onto his face and brought attention to the things she didn’t notice every day. The sun was setting and it peaked through the blinds just enough to drape a strip of blazing, orange light across his face. His eyes had flicks of different colors dotted throughout his iris and he had the tiniest freckles sprinkled across his nose. She scanned his face and followed the swell of his lips. This prompted an absentminded swipe of her tongue across her lips.

He saw her eyes flit down and he couldn’t help but draw his bottom lip under his teeth. There was a lot of things in his life he wasn’t sure of, but this wasn’t one of them. His movement was fluid. He trailed his hand from her hip to lock around her neck. All the while watching for any kind of sign from her. She reached up and gripped his wrist trying to will her hand to pull his away, but she just couldn’t. She loved the way it felt to be touched by him.

It felt like she was floating. He had first peppered kisses along her cheek and jaw, waiting for her to silently tell him to keep going, but instead she made the first move. He face dipped down and caught his lips and his eyes grew big in surprise. Sure he was kissing his best friend, he had come to terms with that. But what was really confusing him was the fact that he liked it. Maybe he even loved it. But as his fear grew, so did his desire. In that moment, all he wanted was to stay like this for as long as he could.

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