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"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 3 HERE

Read Part 4 HERE

NOTES: Y'ALL the way my jaw literally DROPPED when not even H A L F a minute after I posted the first part, you guys were already exploding my notifs which I wasn't expecting AT ALL I swear Oscar Isaac's really got us sluts in a chokehold O_o

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️ This is truly wonderful and encourages me a lot, especially since this is my first ever Moon Knight fic AND the first time a story of mine blew up this much! This is also great cuz I've been terribly sick, but of course ✨️priorities✨️ I gotta shower our Moon Boys with some much deserved lovin' and it's just so fucking nice to see that it's paying off! \(^o^)/ I was so happy and inspired that I couldn't resist and just HAD to write this second part ASAP!

Dissociative identity disorder is also briefly mentioned here and if I made any mistakes, then I apologize and please kindly correct me. And I feel like the ending may be a bit rushed, but it's the best my tiny brain could think of!

I'll shut up now and I'm very proud and excited to present... PART 2!!! 🥳 And if you'd like to be tagged for any of the next parts, feel free to tell me!

Also Marc does something very asshole-y here oop

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Part 2: You made me feel I've nothing to hide

After work, instead of heading home, you rushed straight to the nearest boutique to buy yourself a new dress for tomorrow night. The butterflies in your stomach were doing somersaults and you felt as if you could spontaneously burst into song like in those cheesy musicals your former college roommate was so obsessed with.

You knew the employees were all looking at you oddly as you constantly giggled to yourself like some lovesick schoolgirl while you perused through endless racks of the latest fashion. Of course you knew you were acting ridiculous--crazy--but wasn't that what attraction or, dare you say, love did to you?

Besides, you wanted tomorrow to go perfectly. In your eyes, Steven Grant was already perfect--perfectly imperfect or imperfectly perfect, you didn't know or care which was which. You just knew that you liked him. A lot.

And it relieved and pleased you to the moon and back that he actually felt the same! So, who cares what anyone else thought?

You just hoped that after tomorrow, Steven would like you enough to go on another date. And another. Then another...

Maybe you were looking--wishing--too far into the future, but you swore you could almost hear wedding bells chiming in the distance.

God, is this what happens after being a total virgin for twenty-something years? There was absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin, but your insecurity bugged you. What if you weren't at all what Steven expected?

But another part of you, a positive ray of sunshine, clobbered all your doubts. For once, you were going to be brave! You were going to take a leap of faith! You were going to control your life!

Because, in the end...it was worth it. Steven was worth it. Sure, you've experienced various crushes throughout your life, but not like this. Not with Steven. This felt more...serious. Adult.

It felt as if right from the get-go crossing fates with "Steven with a V", your life was about to change--for the better.

Of course you were afraid, and yet you've also never been more sure of something in your entire existence. You've been waiting this long and you're glad you did, and now you were ready to jump head first (and head over heels) into whatever adventure was in store for you--with Steven.

You then squealed excitedly when you spotted the perfect dress, ignoring the judgmental stares other customers shot you as you hurriedly grabbed it like a child in a toy store.

Yes, tomorrow was going to be a dream come true.

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You arrived at the restaurant thirty minutes early. It was totally embarrassing how eager you were, but you couldn't help yourself. Though at least with how early you were, you snagged a good table overlooking the restaurant's beautiful back garden strung with fairy lights and you can have some time to calm down before Steven came.

And you looked stunning. Your hair tumbled down in elegant waves, light makeup adoring your face and donning the contact lenses you rarely used. And the dress you bought fit like a glove; it was the shortest dress you now owned, stopping around your thighs. It was baby blue and had an off-the-shoulder style with some frills, and it hugged your figure just right.

You felt very self-conscious. You've always fancied clothes like this, but never actually had the guts to wear them--until now. Did it really suit you? But you couldn't deny that you were happy and, truly, isn't that all that mattered?

"Shall I get you started, ma'am?" A waitress snapped you back to reality and you shook your head.

"Not yet, thank you. I'm still waiting for my...date." The word made you blush furiously, as if sharing a dirty little secret.

The waitress smiled and nodded, leaving you by yourself once more as you sighed wistfully.

You took out your phone from your purse, checking the time. 6:45 p.m. Alright, not too long now. And you double checked that the address you texted Steven was correct, which it is.

You settled back in your chair, peering over the garden and giggling softly.

"I'm right here for you, Steven."

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"It's about time, innit?" Steven murmured, glancing over anxiously at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. It was already eight p.m., a whole hour past your meeting time (not to mention he arrived embarrassingly early). And he was just informed by one of the servers that the restaurant was closing in thirty minutes, to which a pitiful look was also casted to him.

"It's not 'about time', Steven. It's late." Marc gruffly pointed out, Steven seeing Marc's reflection glaring back at him from the shiny silver flower vase set in the middle of the table. "Face it: she's NOT coming."

"Don't you dare say that." Steven's voice was barely above a whisper, but there was a certain edge to it that one would normally not hear from the soft man. "Y/N would never do that. Not her. She's just running late, I'm sure. Traffic and all."

"Oh, please, we both know that even the traffic here doesn't take this long." Marc scoffed. "Stop kidding yourself, Steven. She's. NOT. Coming."

Steven frowned, and with a shaky hand he pulled out his phone. He should've called you since way earlier. It was the logical thing to do, after all. But he was...scared. Scared that, maybe, a terrifying maybe, Marc was right.

He found your number and called you, pressing his phone to his ear as it began to ring. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until you finally picked up, voice groggy.

"Hello..?"

"Y/N..." Steven heaved a relieved exhale. "Hey, uh, I'm at the restaurant. Guess you got stuck in traffic?" He chuckled halfheartedly.

A long, dreadful pause. And then:

"Fucking EXCUSE me?"

Steven's eyes widened, having never heard you swear before. He was just about to ask what was wrong when you continued without skipping a beat.

"Are you playing with me, Steven? Is this what it is?!" You definitely sounded angry, but he didn't miss the faint sniffles coming from you. Shit, were you crying? What the hell was happening?

"How can you be such a...such a DICK?!" You shouted, causing him to jerk his phone a few inches away from his ear. "I fucking waited for you like a total idiot until closing time, you prick! You never showed and you never answered my calls! What the fuck can you POSSIBLY gain from toying with me, huh?!"

"W-Wait, I don't understand!" Steven was nearly hyperventilating, all the colour draining from his face and his mind running a mile a minute. "I-I'm here! Right now! D-Didn't we agree? Friday night, seven p.m.?"

You were dead silent. Steven was going to check if the call was still connected when you beat him to it.

"Steven... It's Sunday."

Steven froze. Then his eyes landed on Marc's reflection, refusing to meet his gaze and it clicked.

"Y/N." Steven said slowly, steadily, despite feeling like crying himself. His eyes were still on Marc, cold and pissed. "Please. I promise I have an explanation. I just... God, can we meet? Y/N, please, I'll come to you."

"No need." Tears threatened to spill from Steven's despondent eyes at your flat response, before you suddenly added: "I'll come to you. You said you were at the restaurant, right? Stay there."

You ended the call, and Steven flared at Marc--no longer caring if other people perceived him as a lunatic fighting with himself.

"Why the fuck would you do that, Marc?"

"Steven..." Marc struggled to find the right words, and the asshole actually had the audacity to look ashamed. "Listen, she's nothing but a distraction--"

"You always think you know better, yeah?" Steven laughed humourlessly. "A distraction? YOU stop kidding yourself, Marc. This is not just your life, but mine. And it's about fucking time you stop being such a selfish bastard!"

"Um, sir?" Steven winced, greeted by a baffled waiter. "We'll be closing soon, so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave if you're not ordering anything."

Humiliated and repeatedly babbling apologies, Steven abruptly sprang out of his chair and dashed outside. He sighed deeply and collapsed listlessly on the ground, finally allowing the tears to fall.

He vaguely heard footsteps approaching until he saw a pair of worn bunny slippers in front of him. His eyes heavily dragged upwards, finding you staring back at him with an unreadable expression and breaths coming out in ragged pants.

"Y/N!" Steven jumped up, surprised you actually came despite the way he--the way Marc--treated you. Your bloodshot eyes and the dried tears on your cheeks only made him feel even shittier, much more fucked up than any beating he suffers on a mission.

Because at least with those, he can be confident that he and the boys would win no matter the challenge. But with you?

He had everything to lose.

Your hair was a total mess; glasses slightly crooked and you were in your pyjamas, a matching set of a purple tank top and shorts with stars and moons. The only thing you had covering you was a purple silk robe, drawing it closer to your chilly body as your eyes narrowed at Steven.

You should be mad at him, and you were. Still, despite everything, you hopped on to the first bus you saw and scrambled the rest of the way here as fast as you could.

But now that you were here...what in Khonshu's name were you going to do? You could scream at him with all the pain you haven't had the pleasure to release like you did on the phone, but you'd just be wasting your breath. Then again, he wasn't lying. He really is here. And it confused you more than anything.

And seeing him like this, looking so...sad. Well, it made you sad. Him miserably clenching onto a heart shaped chocolate box, fat globs of tears cascading down his cheeks as he gawked at you with his pretty doe brown eyes.

You raised your hand, and Steven shut his eyes as he braced himself for the slap he very much deserved--only to be met with your soft palm, wiping away his tears tenderly.

"Explain to me, Steven."

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The travel to Steven's apartment was spent in deafening silence, but it brought upon a strange sort of comfort. Unconsciously, you hugged Steven's black jacket that he had offered you earlier even closer to your much smaller frame. It soothed your nerves, being completely enveloped in his smell; fresh soap with a hint of musky cologne.

Once you reached his unit, you couldn't help but smile. It was just so...Steven. It was a bit messy, but a good kind of messy. You didn't really know how to describe it, but it warmed your heart especially when you saw a giant fish tank with only one goldfish.

"Cuppa tea?" Steven asked to which you shook your head, facing him fully.

"No. I'm a 'get over it' kinda girl so whatever your explanation is, I'd rather we just nip it in the bud." You huffed before you halted, biting your lip. "Oh, uh, sorry... Of course, if you wanna have tea, you can. It's your home, after all."

Steven laughed, his first real laugh that entire day. "Are you always this nice to blokes you should be mad at?"

"Only if they are really into Egyptology and have beautiful brown eyes and gorgeous curls." You rolled your eyes though you couldn't suppress your grin before you cleared your throat, getting a hold of your stupid giddy self. "Now, explain."

Steven's demeanour instantly shifted, serious now and quite uneasy. But he nodded and gestured towards the couch. You walked over and plopped down, Steven sitting next to you and keeping a respectful couple inches between the two of you.

He looked down at the ground, carefully considering his words before meeting your gaze solemnly. "Have you ever heard of dissociative identity disorder?" You nodded, previously learning about it in Psychology class and researching about it due to personal interest. "That's...what I have. I'm an alter within a system, and there are two others--Marc Spector and Jake Lockley."

"Am I correct to assume that when you asked me out...it wasn't actually you?"

Steven blinked, rather startled that you were taking this so well. "Yes. Jake was the one who asked you out."

"Was he also the one who didn't show up for the date?"

"No, that would be Marc." He grumbled. "And listen, I'm truly sorry about him. He's a right twit. It may not have been me who didn't show up, but that absolutely doesn't excuse the hurt it caused you. I am so, so sorry, Y/N."

Your brows furrowed, mulling over this new revelation. But...you believed him, especially when it explained all those times you secretly caught Steven muttering incoherently to himself or staring at his reflection and quietly reacting to something. You were curious about more, of course, but Steven didn't have any reason to lie about such a serious matter. And if he was lying, there were plenty of other things he could say. But the way he acted, and just the look in his eyes--he knew the risks of opening up to you, but he did it anyway.

You clasped his hands in yours, sighing. "I know I look calm right now, but trust me, I'm freaking the fuck out." You chuckled, and Steven felt safe enough to join you. "But... I trust you, Steven. And I believe you. Tell me one thing, though. Are you...into me? Like, at all?"

"Of course I am!" He replied in a flash, making you both pause before erupting into easy laughter. "Why would you even have to ask that, love?"

"It's just... Well, if Jake was the one who asked me out, it made me wonder if you really did like me." You mumbled, looking away.

Steven gently grasped your chin, tipping your face back towards him. "I've liked you since the day we met, Y/N. In your pink skirt and the cute little pigtails you had." He smiled, eyes so amorous and gleaming with sincerity. "Truth is, I've wanted to ask you out since forever. I'm just not as...forward as Jake is."

"And that's fine. But hey, we gotta thank him 'cause Lord knows I'd just spiral into a panic attack if I ever made the first move." You chuckled. But it gradually died down as Steven continued to stare at you, and you never thought you would ever have someone look at you the way Steven did; as if you were precious treasure hidden within a sacred tomb.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your body started moving of its own accord. You were leaning closer, closer, closer--a mere breath away from his lips before he piped up.

"I'm also Khonshu's Avatar!"

"Say what?"

"Um, well, you see--" He stammered, mentally slapping himself.

'Don't say anything, Steven.' Marc warned, and it took all of Marc's willpower not to seize control and actually slap Steven.

But it was too late now. Steven already said too much, but he wanted to be honest with you. Utterly so. And since you wanted to nip this in the bud, now was the best time more than anything.

"Erm... You've seen the news, yeah?" He didn't grant you the chance to respond as he rambled. "Masked vigilantes... Moon Knight and Mr. Knight? They're actually...Marc and I."

"Steven, this is--"

"I'll show you, Y/N. I'll summon the suit."

"Summon the soup? What is happening--"

Steven stood up, and a split second later there was a whirl of white. And sure enough, there was none other than one half of the mysterious heroes you've been seeing a lot on the news recently; his glowing white eyes locked with yours, crisp ivory suit and batons clutched tightly in his hands.

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in--"

"Handsome..." You blurted out before you can restrain yourself.

"Huh?" Steven blushed underneath the mask, and you were the same as your cheeks tinted crimson. Then you rose from the couch, closing the gap between you two and removing his mask.

His curls stuck every which way and his eyes were as wide as the full moon, making you giggle. "You're so handsome, Steven. And yeah, this is a fucking lot to take in. To be honest, a part of me is still wondering if this is all just a dream." You reached up, caressing the side of his face sweetly and smiling. "But...thank you. Thank you for being honest with me."

His batons dropped to the floor, trembling hands hesitantly settling on your hips. You noticed his Adam's apple bob as he looked down at you, tears once again glistening in his eyes. Happiness, relief, adoration--how can so many exhilarating emotions crash over him all at once?

"Can I be more honest?" He whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he gazed deeply into your eyes. "I...want you to stay with me."

Your cheeks hurt from how impossibly wide your smile has stretched, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling his nose with yours.

"I'm staying whether you like it or not, Steven with a V."

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young-royals-confessions · 7 months

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Hello hello, it's anon from the flight! And how lovely it's this fandom that I got a moniker from an anon confession? I've read the messages and checked the reblogs and wow! I seriously didn't expect for my unhinged message to be this welcomed since I'm three years too late to this beautiful show! With this beautiful people and thank you so much to everyone who recommended me to listen to the Simon-not-actually-made-by-AI actor. AND SINGER! BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED. I'm still in disbelief he's real, like Omar Rudberg is so pretty AND has such a nice voice??? AND HE'S GORGEOUS and he's a great actor and UGH THE CHEMISTRY. With who I now know iis called Edvin and now I feel the need to see them acting next to eachother forever and ever, so much chemistry can't be wasted!! (looking at Netflix. I'm still so crossed I missed out of this beauty for three years wtf Netflix)

SO I binge watched the second season, patience isn't my name, and WHAT THE FUCK. Was not prepared for that rollercoaster. I gotta be honest, I almost stopped watching and went to sleep halfway through the season like ugh I fucking hate that Marcus dude, sure in the end I understand why he was a necessary evil for the plot but I fucking hate love triangles. I was a teenage girl during the height of love triangles in tv shows, I hate them. But I hate August the most. I think of his face and feel enraged.

BUUUUUUUUUUT UGHHHH. THE LOVE BETWEEN SIMON AND WILLE. That overpowered everything. Seriously, how am I supposed to be functional after being a witness to their valentine's ball kiss? And Simon's song? (Which I have been obbsessively listening on repeat WTF I understand nothing but I can feel FEEL the meaning on my bones. This beautiful dude's voice wtf. I can understand Wille's obsession, I'm practically obsessed too now wtf)

AND THE END OHMYGOD. A BALM FOR MY SOUL. I was kind of hoping to get heartbroken AGAin for shit and giggles but noooo, I got the best ending and I'm trying to not be too spoiler-ey since I'm sure I'm not the only human being living in this planet called Earth who's unaware the most perfect TV show exists and it's called Young Royals and beautiful people are in it to everyone taste no matter your sexual orientation (like hello Felice too!)(still shocked Omar Rudberg is a real person and not generated by artificial intelligence, maybe I'll be convinced after some proper sleep time, but for now he's too beautiful to be real. Not even exaggerating and I'm really good at that okay!)

I'm still processing the second season, I took a nap after I finished but I'm still tired since I cried and laughed and was left with the biggest smile in my face (and I also was in an 8 hour flight!) and then went to youtube and saw a clip from season 3 AND OMFG THESE TWO DUDES ARE TOO PRETTY FOR WORDS. Happiness and love look wonderful in Wille, like the literal heart eyes he's delivering there? That's how I feel when I see Simon too. Relatable character is relatable. What can I say about Simon without sounding crazy except I need to protect him at all costs??

I don't know what else to say except THANK YOU for reading me and thank you to everyone who has been nice to me in the comments even when I'm still anon, it means the world to me. I hope I'll be more coherent after eight hours of sleep and I won't be too embarrassed reading my own message tomorrow lmao and I don't know how I'm going to survive until 2024 for season 3, I'm sitting here taking notes for that too! I already know the answer it's fanfics so I'll be checking AO3 but also analysis? Meta? how are you guys for real? I was expecting a teenage fandom with just vibes but I guess I was wrong. And I love it. As much as I love the show and Simon and Wille's relationship and I gotta be honest, Omar Rudberg's face and voice. UGH.

Thank you so much for reading me again and for everyone who has left messages for me, I'll freak out more once I get some proper sleep!

Thank you and I'm sorry again XOXO

YAY thanks for coming back!! 💜💜💜

#anon from the flight #is back!#yr s2 #yr s3 #yr fandom #young royals #omar rudberg #new fans

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hammill-goes-fogwalking · 14 days

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guyyyyyys I didn't tell you about the Maustetytöt concert yet (don't think Ive forgotten about it ✌🏻)

so here's a not so short version of what happened: today a week ago we went to Cologne to see them in a beautiful hall full of hipsters and Finns. It looked amazing:

after a pretty long wait they came on the stage -without saying a word- and began playing songs from their most recent album (Maailman Onnellisin Kansa)

they played just so good *chef's kiss* it couldn't be better, also the sound acoustically had pure quality!!

I had many emotional moments that just touched my heart and made me cry because it was so wonderful...

thats me, their fancy groupie, finally get to see my idols 🖤🖤 coincidentally I dressed matching outfits with them which was niceee (yes I drank beer, not sorry, it was delicious)

the feeling is indescribable, I saw sooo many people dancing, vibing to that niche insider music. For three months this music was my obsession, my hyperfixation and it felt like the long awaited finale.

People were simply enjoying their lives, laughing, drinking, with friends or alone... and so did I: enjoyed every second

thanks to my mum & dad and a guy who gave us an additional ticket for free, I love you <33

[that's not everything!! By far!! I also got the chance to talk to Kaisa backstage and agzwjhegwzzwhwgqzgwfwgsgj *fangirling* I'll tell you tomorrow ^^]

[omg no way this was true. And already a week ago?!]

#Maustetytöt #Sarah random mind #suomitumppu #suomiblr #Spotify

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zippidi-dooda · 27 days

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Chapter: 1, 2, 3,

4 - I Wonder

It's been a few days since you went to the castle. And since you've gone to Briar Valley.

There wasn't a need for you to go, so you didn't.

Lucas did grumble about it though. He wanted to meet who he declared his 'bestest friend,' Sebek. He relented once you reminded him that he was a soldier. He would be busy helping others.

But he did so sadly. Dragged his feet when he walked, sighed loudly when you were working on something, saying things like, "I wish I had friends to play with."

Or, "I did all my chores, Mom. Gee, I really would like to go play with my friends now."

Or, "Wow, this toy I got is really cool. I bet Sebek would like it. If only I could show him."

It was starting to get annoying to hear him moap about it, but at least he was more obsessed with Sebek than he was with his "dad."

You didn't want to drop by for a visit solely because you didn't want to run into Malleus, which would inevitably happen if you went. Which was the real reason why you hadn't gone yet.

Yes, Malleus didn't appear as ... malevolent as he was depicted to be. You didn't have to fear him (as much). But he was still a king. And one, you think, correctly- suspected you of being the missing queen.

It would be beneficial to him to return you to your kingdom. That was something you absolutely could not afford to happen.

But, Sebek and Lucas did seem to get along.

You wanted Lucas to hang out with him. He needed to. Needed to at least have someone other than you to talk to. And you trusted Sebek around him.

You slipped on a pair of light leather gloves, grabbed an old, full watering can, and started towards the backdoor.

Maybe you should start visiting Briar Valley more. Malleus did invite you to live there and regardless if it was just to better keep track of you, it was starting to sound like a good idea.

There was sure to be other kids around Lucas age he could play with. And if you needed anything, it would be all around you. Nearby.

Plus, your safety from Rias would be guaranteed within the Valley.

Getting the residents used to your presences would need to be your first step to moving in though. Best to get them somewhat used to having humans among them, right?

And if their reactions were negative towards you during those visits, you could save yourself the trouble of starting to live there then being harassed daily.

You hummed to yourself.

Then, tomorrow you and Lucas would tour the Valley and see if you could manage living there.

"Lucas!"

"Yes, Mom?"

"I'm going to be outside if you need anything, okay."

"Okay. I'll just sit here on the couch." He sighed. "I think Sebek would know a fun game we could play right now...."

You corner of your lips quirked up and you sighed.

Maybe, just maybe, if you had time, you could visit Sebek tomorrow as well.

Why he had become so attached to these people not even after a whole day was a mystery to you.

You turned the smooth doorknob and walked outside.

It was cool, a light breeze brushing your h/c locks out of your face the moment you were out. A lone bird was singing a song up in one of the many trees, waiting for someone to return his tune.

"I wonder, why each little bird has a someone, to sing to, sweet things to," you sang softly recalling the words a famous, blonde princess once sang.

You knelt beside the little garden you made, still singing, "A gay little love melody."

It still wasn't much, but little green leaves were beginning to sprout. "I wonder," with more time and nurturing, they would grow big and resemble the vegetables they were meant to be.

"I wonder," you poured some water over them and pulled out some weeds that were also beginning to grow.

"If my heart keeps singing, will my song go winging."

You heard another bird join the first, twittering back the melody. You smiled, spotting them up in the trees finally.

Two little, brown sparrows. They nuzzled each other happily before one flew off and the other gave chase.

Cute, you thought.

"To someone, who'll find me, and bring back a love song, to me."

You hummed the tune, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere outdoors.

Until, "You have a lovely voice."

You jumped, knocking the watering can over and dousing the plants. "Shit!"

Amused laughter rang from behind you. "My apologies, I didn't expect you to be so jumpy."

"Why the hell are you here?" You questioned, quickly picking up the can to try and prevent overwatering the plants.

Malleus stood by the backdoor, an impish grin on his lips.

"I visit here often. At least, I did until you arrived."

You stood and eyed him warily. "I told you this place isn't abandoned anymore. There's no need to come back to visit."

"Perhaps not. But I do enjoy the tranquility out here. You don't mind me coming back out of habit, do you?"

You doubted he came just cause of habit. But you didn't say anything.

"That song," He continued. "It's not a very popular one. Not many are out there who know it. Do you know how it came about?"

Was he baiting you?

"Not a clue."

He hummed and walked towards you. He scrutinized you for a second, green eyes boring into your e/c ones.

He was handsome, you couldn't deny that.

The way he held himself, so sure and strong. His pointed horns gleamed, sitting upon his head like a twisted tiara. The way his dark hair curled perfectly around his cheeks and splayed neatly across his shoulders. His clothes, although perfectly fitted to his lean figure and clearly made of high quality material only royalty could afford, looked so plain and despite that he filled them so well.

Had he wore tattered rags you had no doubt he'd still pull it off.

His pale skin could have been considered a sign of unhealthiness but the contrast of his dark clothes and hair made him appear ethereally beautiful. His bright green eyes were shadowed by light black make up, it made you drawn to gaze into them.

If you weren't careful you would get lost in them.

"... gorgeous...."

A smile worked itself onto his thin lips as he heard your subconscious words, revealing his pristine white fangs to you.

"A princess named Aroura liked that song," he began, breaking you out of your trance.

You took a step back and focused your attention anywhere that wasn't him.

"She was very lonely in her youth, often singing about her longings to the creatures of the forest. Her only companions."

"That's nice. If you'll excuse me I must be going now. And so should you." You walked towards the house.

"I have time to spare." He followed, his slender legs allowing him to catch up to you in half your steps.

"Won't your men be looking for you?"

"Indeed. But you needn't worry about it. I'm sure they won't mind. They've been wondering when you'll show up again. They'll be happy to learn you're alright."

You stopped just as your hand reached the doorknob.

"Draconia?"

"Hm?"

"You have told them that you and I have done nothing together and that Lucas isn't your son, haven't you?"

He smiled, his eyes squinting slightly. "I've never told them that was the case to begin with."

You turned to face him fully, setting down the watering can, and placed your hands on your hips.

"You do know the negative implications it will have on you, not to mention me, if rumors spread that you had a child out of wedlock? Regardless if they're true or not, it's your duty as king to knock down anything that can harm your position."

"I have many negative feelings towards me already. What's another little lie to add on the pile? Besides, you live alone, out here. What's it to you if people assume you've spent a night or two of ecstacy with a feared being?"

Heat rushed to your face at his way of explaining things. "I-I I still have an image of modesty to uphold, Draconia. I'd appreciate if no weird looks were thrown my way if I were to move into Briar Valley as you suggested. Besides, Lucas has no magic at all to speak of. It'd bring even more shame to you if people assumed he was yours and see he's nothing like you."

Malleus' smile faded and his brows raised up. "You actually want to move in?"

"... why do you say it like that?"

Was he joking when he had mentioned it the last time?

"Oh, nothing. I just didn't think you'd consider it."

"Well. I guess I wo-"

"Mom! Can I get a cookie yet? Oof!" Lucas swung open the door and bumped into your back as he walked out. "Hey! What's the big ... Dad! You're here!"

Lucas threw his arms around Malleus' legs tightly.

"Dad, Mom won't take me to see Sebek again! Can you please take me to see him? Please, Dad, pretty please? I promise I'll behave and I did all my chores already. Honest."

"Lucas, quit that already."

Malleus reached a gloved hand down to ruffled your son's hair. "Perhaps another time."

"But ... Daddy?" He looked up at him, trying to appeal to his emotions by tearing up and pouting.

Malleus rolled his wrist and a toy figure that looked sort of like a pig in armor, appeared in his hand. The tears vanished from Lucas' e/c eyes, replaced by starry amazement.

He handed him the action figure.

"If you wish to see him, you need only walk into the palace. If you run into trouble just call for Lilia. Now then, perhaps I should get going and tell them you're alright."

Lucas nodded eagerly and squeezed him before letting go.

"Thanks, Dad!"

Your eyes met Malleus' one last time before he disappeared again, leaving green fireflies in his wake.

"In Ruins" Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #“In Ruins”#x reader

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🔥favorite and least favorite doctor who episodes (if you can choose at all lol)

OUGH this is hard... can i do top five and bottom five maybe

bottom five:

let's kill h*tler. do i need to explain this one? i don't think i need to explain this one

spyfall part 2. i don't think i need to explain this one either.

girl in the fireplace. i know that's the one my pfp is from. rose is just so pretty in it. anyway. it's a poorly written episode that gets way too much praise, not to mention just how painfully ooc everyone is. you can really feel how much moffat hates rose in that one. and also it feels so gross when you think about how the real madame de pompadour was groomed from age 6 to be a king's consort and basically allowed no agency in her life whatsoever, coupled with moffat's weird obsession with "someone meets the doctor as a little kid and grows up to be obsessed with him" is so painfully... icky.

kill the moon. outside of being an awful episode with a weirdly anti abortion message, it's the episode that made SO MANY PEOPLE give up on my baby girl twelve. if you stopped watching twelve because of that episode i'm begging you on my knees to give him another shot his era is so so good other than a couple stinkers.

legend of the sea devils. i cannot even begin to express my sheer hatred for this episode. everything about it sucks so so bad and i'm beating it with hammers in my mind 24/7. it's just everything i hate about the chibnall era coalesced into one steaming pile of dogshit.

top five:

heaven sent. sorry to be basic but. heaven sent. i love it so much it's so perfect. and reading it through a classics lens makes it even better. i'm planning on doing the capstone for my degree (partly) on this episode as a modern representation of katabasis. the acting, the music, rachel talalay's directing, g-d. it's so good.

dalek. honestly every single one of nine's episodes fuck so hard and i don't dislike a single one of them. but eccleston really acted his ass off in this one and it's such a wonderful exploration of the doctor's time war trauma. it's the only episode that manages to make daleks scary. rose is amazing in it. "it's not the one pointing a gun at me" and "and what about you, doctor? what the hell are you changing into?" "oh rose. they're all dead" OUGHHHH. the ending hits so fucking hard.

mummy on the orient express. i think i'm legally obligated to put this one on my top five because i have watched it nearly a dozen times this year alone. it's such a good episode. great monster. clara and the doctor both get to be incredibly bisexual. it's the one episode of doctor who in which the phrase "sex machine" exists. what more could you possibly ask for.

the christmas invasion. it's sooooo good it's so good. it's tied with the husbands of river song as my favorite christmas special, but it's higher on my list of Overall Episodes. if that makes sense. again rose is incredible in it. david tennant makes the entrance of all time. they're so in love and so fucking stupid about it. song for ten... well i woke up today... and the world was a restless plaaaace.... it could have been that way for me........

the pilot. bill is gorgeous and perfect and wonderful. twelve being a wacky professor was the best choice anyone has ever made. it's like a crash course in doctor who but also a fun and well made episode with absolutely gorgeous music. i love it i love it i love it. murray gold put the s10 soundtrack on spotify right now.

it's so hard limiting myself to just five... i'm sure i'll think of an episode tomorrow and be like DAMN that should have been on the list... but that's okay <3

#i wanted to put turn left on the top 5 list because i truly love it #but i don't rewatch it as much as the other ones because it makes me sad </3 #doctor who #send me a 🔥 and a topic and i’ll say an unpopular opinion

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ZANNA! Hiiii

How are you? I feel like I don't interact with my moots all that often so here I am 💌

I was wondering what other groups you were into besides Seventeen and SF9?? Because I've been looking to get into some newer music and was looking for recommendations so yeah.

I mostly listen to cheesy love songs and break the wall typa noise music (opposite ends of the spectrum)

HI CHERRY!!! how have you been it's been so long omg!! i've been doing rly good :D i saw onf 3 days ago and its still like skjdksdkksjkd in my mind and i've just been on an onf high tbh <33 i'm still visiting with my aunt and friend but i'm gonna go back home tomorrow which is exciting <33

AND MUSIC RECS????? I LOVE THIS QUESTION SKFJHKSDFK okay so all the groups i'm into as well as like how much i'm into them is on my new carrd so i'll just direct you to there

but music recs 👁️ i just have so many i could give you omg this is so omg like i get so excited giving ppl new music KSJHFKSD

ofc i have to give you onf recs bcuz i'm obsessed with onf and their music is so good so fight me

for break the wall type sounds: new world, secret triangle, gucci, dam dam di ram (my fav my fav omg i love this songgg), goosebumps, dry ice

cheesy love songs(?): i.t.i.l.u, i do, complete, belle epoque, summer end (these are all very different sounds tho)

if you want song recs that aren't only onf i have loads more but my brain is just screaming onf rn so :(( i hope you enjoy these tho!!!!

#zanna answers the inbox!!#cherry ⌦ .｡.:*♡#also please feel free to message me on discord #its linked in my carrd as well #and i can give you all the song recs #cause i have too many omg i love so many different types of music #i have at least one song rec for every genre 🤞

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TAG GAME

tagged by @hauntedclown, bestie since college

Last Song: Incandescent Ruins by The Mountain Goats, their album Bleed Out has been all I've been able to listen to for a week now and the only thing that might maybe change that is Speak Now (Taylor's Version) coming out tomorrow.

Currently Watching: I just finished watching The Owl House -- which I LOVED and am in the lurch between shows rn. The Great with Elle Fanning has season 3 now which is EXCITING but I'm not ready to jump back into that lovely deranged show yet.

Currently Reading: HA. I just finished the 4th volume of The Scum Villains Self Saving System, which was INSANE and wonderful. Many thanks to @stripeyworm for planting that parasite in my brain. I'm still in the middle of War and Peace, I DO want to go back to it because it IS fun but I need to make a pact with myself to skip all the war parts about Napolean because those are BORING AS SHIT and just read the chapters about Pierre and Natasha and all the original characters. I also just started a book called Greenwood by Michael Christie, which my sister's new boyfriend loaned me. He doesn't know I'm bad at recommendations yet but I return volleyed by loaning him House of Leaves so maybe that will motivate me.

Current Obsessions: TOTK, my and my friend's OCs which I need to get back to, cars -- I'm buying a goddamn car tomorrow so yeah been doing hella research and finding new and wonderful ways to shit on BMWs this one will not be long lived thank god, FOUNTAIN PENS (thanks to @softest-punk for their long infodump about those) and most recently GLITTER FOUNTAIN PEN INK, Bleed Out, Taylor Swift always, my cat The Duchess.

I'll tag mutuals @great-pan-is-dead and @surikane and also @stripeyworm and @softest-punk since I mentioned y'all here. No pressure to do this if you don't wanna.

#Tag game #this was fun #thx

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thank-god-and-you · 9 months

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I was tagged by @markcampbells--thank you! <3

Last song: It Is What It Is by Lifehouse.

Favourite colour: Green!

Currently watching: Oh, I've got absolutely too many shows on the go, it's no wonder it takes me forever to get through anything. Some of these I've been catching up with for literal years because I watch like one episode a month or something, LOL. Various YouTube game playthroughs, Call the Midwife, The Crown, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous, Orange is the New Black, Easy, Sanditon, Benidorm, The Office US, 30 Rock, Keeping up Appearances, a few reality shows, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Pokémon, The Bear, Riches.

Last movie: Aladdin: The Return of Jafar. Working my way through Disney movies that I haven't seen before and that was one of them.

Currently reading: The book that I pick up once a week and read a few pages of in between writing: The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman, which I am enjoying. The book I've been reading every night before bed: The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave, which I knew within a few pages I would not enjoy, and wouldn't have picked myself (Mum panicked and picked it as part of a buy-one-get-one-half-price deal alongside another book which I haven't opened yet), but once I'd started I couldn't not finish. I'll be finishing it off tonight, which I'm glad about. I'll be starting The Centre by Ayesha Manazir Siddiqui tomorrow (audiobook version because I am a simple bi woman who just wants to listen to Balvinder Sopal's voice for eight-and-a-half hours).

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet, though I am highly constrained by my ARFID.

Relationship status: Likely gonna be single forever. I have severe anxieties about dating because of body image/ARFID, so yeah. Most of the time I'm fine with that. Other times I feel like I'm in a glass box watching life pass me by.

Current obsession: If you'd told me five years ago that I'd be leaving my twenties completely and utterly obsessed with a soap couple, I would have laughed in your face. But the power of lesbians, I guess! My life basically revolves around Suki Panesar/Eve Unwin at the moment.

Last thing I Googled: The location of a sex shop in Leeds. It was for fic purposes, LOL.

Currently working on: Literally so many fics! (Mix of actual titles and doc placeholder names below.)

Anna/Bates: A Sky Full of Stars, blindfold, come here, Feb 21 Prompt, Friday Afternoon, Key Details, Let's Get Quizical, Made of Starlight, Say My Name, Secretum Lingua Caritate, Sehnsucht, The Moral of the Story, Throw Away the Key, web cam

Suki/Eve: leedsgate, A Stained Glass Variation of the Truth, pride, revenge, phone, picture, prompts, boxing, Our Once Barren World Now Brims with Life, Our Legacies Hide in the Embers, And Beauty There Echoes the Speck of Our Souls

Dany/Jorah: Vivat Crescat Floreat, Aut Vincere Aut Mori, warm soup

Anne/Ann: pony, eager, confrontation, Takes Courage and Madness to Live As We Do

Bob/Helen: superheroes, did you sleep with her

Felix/Calhoun: fear is a four letter word, bed sharing

#personal #ask memes #thanks for the tag! <3

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My ocs as milgram songs!

I'm doing this based on backstory and which one of my oc(s) would kin the milgram character, so whoever gets assigned to these sad songs...Rip.

Weakness: Aurora

The words I tried to say was “You’re unfair” And those words thought how pitiful I am

As told before in my Aurora analysis, they long for a love that only children receive. That is to say, they want to be protected and pampered (simply for existing?). The same goes for Haruka, who desperately wants to be loved and seems to be still stuck in a childish sort of mindset, and this sentiment shines through strongly in this song. I want to be a pitied and loved weakling. Children are "weak", and yet they are often treated with such love and care. Since that is so, Aurora never wants to grow up.

Another thing is, Haruka seems to have had this sort of sibling rivalry with his sister, where his mother would pay more if not all of her attention to his sister instead (as hinted in all knowing and all agony). Aurora feels this way towards their own sister, Alanna, who is the youngest and more ambitious to excel. Though not to such a serious degree as Haruka of course.

Umbilical: Gaius

Just the two of us, I feel a little tingle inside Our love links us together Just me alone, the warmth starts fading away Let’s reload the warmth

A song most likely about abortion? *Ignores my female ocs and slaps the song onto this guy like a sticker*

All jokes aside, Gaius is the one most likely to tweak his personality in order to appeal to someone he likes out of all my ocs. He's also secretly really lonely, and that's why he's the most sociable out of the seven brothers. He'd probably be the first one to have a crush on someone and get into a relationship out of the seven of them.

Bring it on: Violet

All evil hypocrites should disappear I won’t stop until you say “sorry”

None of my ocs would go on a manhunt on social media and bully someone until they cancel their life subscription, so I just chose my most morally outspoken oc for this song. Even she's not that aggressive, damn. Fuuta needs to chill.

After pain: Xenon

I don’t want tomorrow to come I want to forget yesterday

I don't think I've ever revealed Xenon's backstory before, but at the rate my creative writing juices are filling up, I don't think I'll be able to write something more serious for him anytime soon. So here it is!

His family used to be happy, attending the annual moon festival together and all. But somewhere along the line, his parents started to drift apart and argue a lot more. The divorce was messy, fireballs were thrown. Of course, any child would feel miserable throughout this entire process. Xenon felt like it was his fault somehow, as if he was a burden to his parents because both of them didn't seem eager to take custody of him.

Throw down: Emile

“Throw down” emotions with no color I wonder if I can die with it still left

To be honest, this might be the hardest milgram song to decipher. The lyrics and even the music video are so vague, no one really knows what Shidou did. But if I were to throw all of my ocs at this song, Emile would probably stick best.

He's going to do something that he thinks is terribly wrong, and feel incredibly guilty for it. But the damage has been done. Let's see if I ever get the motivation to write it out.

This is how to be in love with you: Gaius

Giving you love to the point of pulling you down It’s just because I still get worried, please forgive me

Out of all my ocs, he's the one most likely to become almost obsessive in a relationship. Anxious attachment style let's go.

Half: Violet

The curse of reuniting with you puts a dagger in my heart I imagined that you saying "See you" is the same as "It's over” Only if your heart would change but that’s not possible Please tell me what I should do, feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear

HELP I READ THE LYRICS TO HALF AND IT FITS VIOLET'S FEELINGS TOWARDS IRIS SO MUCH! IT FITS SO WELL I MIGHT JUST DO A WHOLE RELATIONSHIP ANALYSIS FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP USING THE LYRICS OF THIS SONG!! (Along with Aurora and Weakness.)

Magic: Violet

But it’s not scary at all, because it’s love I can actually think of it as a good thing, see isn’t it a great thing?

Oh my goodness, Violet is on a roll in this post. All I can say is that her mother was very overbearing and overprotective towards her and Iris. And while Iris often rebelled, Violet was the one that obeyed. Even she gets curious and wants to explore sometimes, but she doesn't want to be scolded! She doesn't want to be a bad girl!

MeMe: Elio

Ahhh, it’s the same anywhere I go It’s like what’s wrong isn’t wrong

He was bullied physically quite a bit as a kid, and Duran often had to step in and fight off the bullies. (It took Duran a while to learn how to fight though, so before that, Fleda would take on most of the beatings. I already have an idea for a scenario to convey this.)

That's what motivated Elio to learn how to fight on his own, and that's why he's so aggressive now. He only fights people he deems deserving of a throw down, and doesn't think it's fair that he's punished along with whoever he fought with afterwards. He especially doesn't like how Luka scolds him without asking for the full picture after hearing about the incident.

Harrow: Elio

I can’t forgive the evil hurting the weak It’s unforgivable, I won’t allow it, I just can’t let it go

The explanation for this is the same as the one above, lmao.

All knowing and all agony: Aurora and Emile actually

You were always comparing me to someone else You were always generous, except towards me

Aurora feels as if their mom is always comparing to someone else. Even if their mom mentions a family member being an honor's student, or accomplishing a great feat in sports, it already sours Aurora's mood. It's hard being the eldest child, eh?

Mommy, look, I’ve done great “There there, my good boy!”

Emile just wants to be a good boy for his mom. :( I will not elaborate.

Tear drop: Iris

If you want “me”, come marco, I’ll polo Let’s just do it, please smile?

Hm...Out of all my ocs, I think Iris would be most eager to...you know, do the hanky panky? I don't have a lot of ocs that are of age either, so. She's probably also most likely the one to hate other's moral expectations of her. What she does is her own business after all.

Backdraft: Elio

Holler-holler from safety, so worthless The fight’s up here! Come up to the ring and face me!

Once again, Elio's connection to this song can already be explained with what I wrote for MeMe. Wow, he's on a roll too.

#aurora puerstella #iris delmor #violet delmor #xenon ambrose #emile briar #gaius antoine amias #elio ignatius amias

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One Night Only (Day 177)

"One Night Only! The Angel of Hanadaria at the Carbonaro Theater!" The words revolved around a 40-foot kiosk at the mall. Every 90 seconds the entire kiosk would turn purple, pulse, and become a 40-foot hologram of Requiem.

"See? Size 13. I'm sure of it." The captain said this to Esmae. They'd been arguing about Requiem's shoe size.

"I doubt," said Esmae, "that you can judge shoe size from a hologram."

"Do you think she's seen this?" I said. "It's a little frightening."

"We can ask her in a few minutes. There's the juice bar."

"It's more than a juice bar, Captain. It's 'The Galaxies Best Smoothies.' TGBS. See the sign?"

As Requiem sipped her carrot-ginger smoothie, I did my best, one bard to another, to give her inspiration for her performance. "There's a lot riding on tonight," I said. "A lot, but don't let that get in your head. Even if it's not your best performance, even if--"

"Quinn, that's enough inspiration, I think." The captain patted my hand. "You got a great voice, Requiem. Your songs are terrific. It's gonna be a great night. Have you seen the 40-foot hologram?"

Requiem buried her head in her hands. "Seriously?"

"Oh yeah." Cosmic Peanut grinned.

During this exchange, Esmae kept glancing at Requiem's feet, and finally Requiem set down her drink with a thud. "Why are you obsessed with my feet?"

"I was just wondering what size shoe you wear."

"She wears a 13. I told you." This from the captain.

"Absolutely not! I wear a 16 narrow."

"Great." Esmae slipped from her chair. "See you back at the room."

Requiem laid a hand on her arm. "Do not, I mean it, do not buy me shoes. I have more than enough already. But thank you for the thought."

"We got the VR rigs," I said to change the subject.

"That is great news," said Requiem.

"The sales guy, he's going to install them tomorrow. I'll meet him there." I glanced at the captain to make sure I had her approval.

She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the group of 4 Domari girls who had their faces pressed against the glass of the smoothie place.

Esmae said, "Um, Requiem, I think some of your fans are here."

Our friend gave a quick smile and wave, and the girls jumped with excitement. More people gathered, drawn by the girls excited chatter.

"Let's go out the back," said the captain.

Later at the theater, which was filled with 1,200 excited people, Requiem took one more look in the mirror. On stage we could hear Garty O'Brien doing his introduction. "Our final act is someone very special to me. We all know the tragedy of Hanadaria; we all feel the tragedy of Hanadaria. My parents owe their existence to our Hanadarian friends, so I want everyone to give an extraordinary welcome to our friend, our angel, Requiem!"

With that Requiem took the stage, settled on the stool, and picked up her guitar. The crowd went silent with anticipation.

"I want to sing a classic Hanadarian ballad for you," she said and began to play. The first few notes seemed hesitant to me, as if Requiem's mind were somewhere else, but then she settled into the moment and let the joy and sorrow pour out.

The crowd responded. Thankfully they did not tear the theater apart, like at Sundry Station, but her music touched each soul; that was obvious.

Once the applause had died down, for her second song, Requiem played one of her new songs. Many people hopped and danced along with the beat, but it was obvious that at least some of the people were underwhelmed.

As the last notes died away, Requiem set down her guitar and stood up. "Thank you all for coming tonight. There are hundreds of amazing things you could be doing in this heaven called Dauntari, and you came here."

With that she began to sing a haunting song about wanting to go home. As she began the second chorus, she brushed her shoulder just as Melvin Slime had told her to.

The small decorative wings at her shoulders began to grow, and Requiem began to rise into the air. If she was surprised, it didn't show - she kept singing, singing, singing. The higher the note, the higher she climbed. At the height of the song, her dress, which had been a sparkly midnight blue, suddenly flashed bright, and the silver sequins exploded from the dress and swirled into the audience, becoming constellations. The audience became a galaxy of stars, and Requiem became the moon, sinking slowly to the stage as the stage lights faded to black.

For a moment no one moved; no one breathed. And then a wall of cheers, clapping, and chanting hit Requiem, and she bowed deeply.

Garty was suddenly beside her, on one knee. He kissed her hand, stood, and raised that arm to the sky. The applause somehow doubled in intensity. Requiem smiled, bowed to Garty, and then to the audience, and walked off stage.

Carrot Ginger Smoothie

Ingredients

1 cup carrot juice 1 ripe banana 1 cup frozen pineapple 1/2 Tbsp fresh ginger 1/4 tsp ground turmeric 1 Tbsp lemon juice 1/3 cup unsweetened almond milk

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hospitalterrorizer · 6 months

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diary92

12/12-13/2023

tuesday - wednesday

semi-unhappy.

today i threw a bunch of chicken away, after trying to cook it and it not turning out how i wanted. i guess i freaked out because of that, idk, i just looked at it, and was like, so unhappy, i just decided it would be better to just toss it. so i did. hopefully i can figure out a way to do what i wanted, just using flour to make a thicker sauce that also turns into a bit of a crust on whatever i cook. i feel so stupid though, like i am never going to cook well again. up and down, all over, these days, it's just this stupid up and down. i feel like crying saying that. i guess i'm not semi-unhappy.

i am eating praline (i like that it sounds like praying) and drinking green tea. i programmed/chopped up a whole 12 minute drum part for the noise set. i need to read more soon but i've been really low energy i feel like, i dunno. i also did work more on that song i was trying to get right, and it's definitely closer. i'm really happy about that, i think. i'll test my happiness by listening again. i'm always ready to ruin my mood like that i guess, everything i say seems hurtful to myself, i dunno, i'm feeling so strange. i am going to listen to it now, for real. the thoughts on it are that it's definitely a lot better, i think maybe there's this little high pitched/watery twinge to a guitar sound, i should try getting rid of that, i think that's partially the lossy effect i used to get some more chime-like tone out of the fake guitar, so i can lower that, and maybe roll off some of the boosting i did in the highs. but i do like the sound. also one of the distortions on it, is adding that, so i have to lower the wetness on that i think as well. that might be the biggest thing, do that and lower the lossy effect, and then i should be able to avoid rolling off the highs. the right channel guitar is maybe a little puffy? i d k. maybe i should also work on the snare a little because it's chubby feeling still. too uneven a sound? idk. these are three points in particular to look at, which is good i think. the kick comes through really well. also the vocals maybe have too much mid-range boosting. those are easy fixes.

okay so the fixes are:

left channel guitar watery sound

right channel guitar too puffy sounding still maybe (maybe i just want to try replacing it with another guitar sound, since it is a lower-end guitar sound and i really like another preset i have made for those).

also in the right channel, a weird clicking sound from the guitar, i need to figure that out.

snare too resonant/not pingy enough (too much compression, probably, paired with too much mid-boosting, raise the highs by a touch and mess with some of the earlier curves (also remove more curves)).

vocals still funny, but they're really hard to get right, i don;t know entirely what to do (plus i still need to re-record them).

who knows what i will think of the song tomorrow, maybe some of this will not even be a problem, simply cuz my ears are tired rn it seems like something, who knows. i am tired but i do have a weird thought, entirely unrelated:

thinking abt paranormal investigation yt videos, the ones where they have all those things that light up, i wonder where the threshold is for those to become a kind of art, like for the ways they set those things off via interference or something, in this case it would be intentional, to produce a kind of meaning, the array of tension, the facile nature of it surfaced and explored. that seems interesting. the eeriness of the methods of searching, would be the thing you look at. someone so obsessed with making an exciting video or something, and that being hyper-visible. that seems interesting to probe. i'll think about it more i guess.

anyway,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!

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mensahjacq · 9 months

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"Melophobia" was Everything BUT Mellow.

Cage the Elephant's "Melophobia" Album Review

This 2013 album is the third studio album by band Cage The Elephant. It features 10 tracks and was debuted on the Billboard 200.

Let me start off by saying this: I have always been the type of person to listen to songs individually. I never felt the need to listen to an entire album if I only cared for one song. This is why I thoroughly enjoyed doing this album review because it forced me to consider the other tracks and I definitely found some new favorites.

🎶 THE TRACKLIST 🎶

Spiderhead - This song has such a happy-go-lucky sound and feel to it. I like playing it in the morning, while on my way to class or work to get me in a social, outgoing mood and prepare me for the day.

STAR RATING: ☆☆☆

Come a Little Closer - Yes, yes, yes! Now, this song tripped me up a bit. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a wonderful indie masterpiece. However, its shift from a hard, intense fast beat to a softer, slower, almost melancholic sound after the second chorus threw me for such a loop that made me fall even more in love with the song. I replay the “Time flies by” part so often, it’s ridiculous. Here are some lyrics from the bridge:

“Ten thousand people stand alone now”

“And in the evening, the sun sank”

“Tomorrow it will rise”

“Time flies by”

“They all sang along”

I definitely sing along to this part every time I listen. Definitely my favorite song of the whole album!

STAR RATING: ☆☆☆☆☆

Telescope - I love the hyperfocus on vocals at the beginning of the song. Then when the instrumental came in, the ditsy melody of the song sent me into an instant head-bopping trance. My initial reaction to this song gave me pre-school vibes, like I'd be listening to this as my mom was driving me to school.

STAR RATING: ☆☆☆☆

It’s Just Forever - This song really shocked me. It is placed right after Telescope, and the drastic change from a slow, melodic tune into an intense, heavy electric guitar rock ballad threw me for such a huge loop. Lyrically, it shares the same intensity. The singer goes on about their unconditional love for their partner which honestly gives off unhealthy obsession vibes. For example, take a look at some of the lyrics:

"I'll never stop until you love me Even if you treat me cold I'll love you 'til we decompose And the skin falls off our bones

Maybe we can die together Even in the afterlife Girl, you'll still be mine"

Like? It's giving until death do us part to the MAXIMUM level.

STAR RATING: ☆☆☆☆

Take It or Leave It - Woah, the way this track gave me immediate reggaeton vibes! To me, it sounds similar to Bob Marley's "Could You Be Loved" but much faster-paced and more upbeat. This comparison really shocks me because this is supposed to be an indie rock band but this instrumental sounds like it came straight out of the Caribbean and has heavy reggae influence.

STAR RATING: ☆☆☆☆

Halo - This song gave me heavy Grouplove vibes. The drawn-out and repeated vocals sound quite similar to the chorus of “Tongue Tied” and also gave me the same funky party vibe of the infamous 2011 track.

STAR RATING: ☆☆☆

Black Widow - The guitar work on this track is amazing. If the band released a track with solely the instrumental, I'd listen to it all day. No joke. In terms of vocals, the purposeful high-pitched tone wasn't my favorite, but brought an 80s-type feel to the song and made it pretty unique sounding which I can't knock down.

STAR RATING: ☆☆☆

Hypocrite - This song sounds like it should be playing in the background of a coming-of-age indie teen drama or something. Not my favorite, but still a great track.

STAR RATING: ☆☆

Teeth - Teeth is the longest song of the album, and the fact that it is over 5 minutes long did not do it any justice as I personally don’t like longer songs. Short and sweet takes the cake for me. Although, the fact that it reminds me of a Teen Nick show kind of saved it for me.

STAR RATING: ☆☆

Cigarette Daydreams - The title initially reminded me of the angsty, drama-filled Wattpad books I used to read when I was 13. The message of the lyrics follows suit with the same ambiance, being about someone feeling lost in life and feeling like they have no one in their life even though they have loved ones who want to help. The vibe of the song itself does not match the low-spirited meaning behind it, as it includes happy “doo-dahs”. Anyway, I do appreciate a "sad" song that doesn't make you feel sad when you listen. Every now and then you just find a song that hits you somewhere you just weren't expecting and it's one of my favorite things.

STAR RATING: ☆☆☆☆

Overall, this whole album gave me 90s indie coming-of-age movie soundtrack vibes and I actually stepped out of my comfort zone by listening to it, as I mentioned before, do not regularly listen to entire albums, but I am truly grateful I took the time to listen to "Melophobia".

#cage the elephant #melophobia #album review #cigarette daydreams #come a little closer #wattpad #bob marley #reggae

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Hey, Kinnporsche anon here!! 💜

How are you doing?? Your exam went well??

Oh yeah. The press conference. I didn't understand a thing, like one minute they are anserwing journalist question, the next getting naked on stage???? Like what???? but they seems to have a lot fun there. Truly the cast are the cutest 😭 but I was wondering, are we getting this kind of stuff in the world tour?? Bc I'm not sure if I can handle Bible getting naked every other night, and Build doing his sexy dance 😭 they need to spare our heart a litlle??

I can't wait for tomorrow!!! Finally the episode 10 is nearly there!! Ugh, I hope that it will not have too much angst (a girl can dream). Last week was too much, please Kinnporsche take exemple on Kimchay and be cute. And Vegaspete finally!!!! I really can't wait for their arc!! The actor did tease it a little bit, so I'm 👀

I love BTS some much, this album is too emotional. I actually listen to cd 1 and cd 3 (my mom did surpise me with the album, I was quite shocked), hearing their evolution through our their entire career make me cry. Like they came from so far!!! So proud of them!! I was interesting to listen to the demo, some of them really change, I love this kind of stuff!!! The new songs omg!!! My favorite is Run BTS! Yet to come MV is so cute, all the Easter egg and the way the last scene is them in the school bus, genius!!!! What do you think of the new song??

Yeah, I kinda proud of my blog?? I don't it's cool to look at sometime (it's mostly kpop, but sometimes I have a little obsession which has nothing to do it with it, if you scroll down enough, you will see my Not Me (the BL with Offgun) phase haha).

Don't worry love you deserve to have a good night of sleep!!!

Can't wait to Comment the new episode with you!!! See you soon, take care 💜

Hi honey!! I just finished the episode and YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!! it was amazing!!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯 I'm recovering for all that happened! omg can't wait for you to watch it and comment !!

I won't say anything more!

I haven't listen to the album yet 🤭 but for what I saw run bts is lots of people fave!! So cool your mum gifted you the album that's so sweet!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'll try to do some gifts but not sure haha I'm too overwhelmed. You will see!!

Hope you are having a lovely day!!! 💕💕💕 see you when you have watch the episode!! 😘😘

#anon #kinnporsche #kinnporsche anon

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taechaos · 3 years

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A Thriller Film

pairing: director!Jungkook x fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, yandere, smut

synopsis: Jungkook's life is his movies, but people don't know his movies are his life. As an anonymous director, no one can suspect him as the villain in a story, but he leaves a clue in his movie about you.

warnings: smoking, stalking, murder, solo masturbation, public fingering

word count: 5.4k

a/n: i don't know why i put so much effort into this but we love to see it flop 🥰

Smoking is bad, but there are worse things in life.

Jungkook noticed you for the first time when a cigarette was hanging off his lips, exhaling the stress from the process of organizing a new thriller film with a less than cooperative crew. Fresh out of high school, you were bright and skipping on the sidewalk in the early hours of the morning. What would such a young woman, applying for colleges left and right, be so happy about?

He didn't know you at the time, but looking at you was like a breath of fresh air. While he survived off of coffee and nicotine, you seemed to have a lot of happiness to share. Your smile was incompatible with his frown.

So he ignored you when you passed him with your earphones blasting a song so loud, he involuntarily caught the lyrics.

Fall... back... in... to... place.

The second time he saw you, he was smoking again and you were just as happy as the day before. How can someone be so in tune with themselves, with life? The same song played from your earphones, the one he listened to on repeat after searching up the lyrics: Space Song. An urge to approach you surged up in him, but he only watched you as you walked past him. A single glance from you was all it took to anticipate tomorrow.

Today, when he recognizes you from your clothing first; colorful, silky, gorgeous. So much personality in one outfit, a polar opposite to his casual black outfit in jeans and a plain shirt. Even your bag is eye-catching, and he flicked the ash off of his cigarette before nodding at you as you passed the bus stop, reaching the front of his studio.

Why did your eyes just widen? You acknowledge him with a friendly smile, and go on your merry way. That is until he lightly taps your shoulder, and you turn instantly.

"Hey," he greets before you can utter a word, "where are you always rushing off to?"

Your lips part in surprise; the man you secretly - guiltily - side-eyed for the past few days noticed you when you weren't looking? "I have an interview. Well, a few," you chuckle.

"For what?" he tilts his head curiously and takes another drag from his stick.

"Career counseling," you plainly reply, but it sounds enthused. "I'm a clueless graduate." Your hands clutch your tote bag before you discreetly check the time on your wrist. You're going to be running late soon.

"You interested in cinematography?" Smoke follows his words, but you aren't fazed.

"I'm interested in all forms of art, why?"

He notices you checking your watch again. "I'm a film director. This is my studio," he cranes his neck behind him. "You can apply for an internship here. Maybe for a stylist even," he points at your floral romper with his chin as his eyes trail.

You shift your weight on your left foot when his stare flusters you, and you consider his flattering suggestion for only a second before saying, "thank you for the offer, but I need to go now," you grimace sheepishly, "can I think about it?"

"Take your time," he reassures with a sly smile and inhales from his stick, filling his lungs with the sweet scent of your perfume alongside.

He doesn't look away when you walk off with a shy wave, entranced by your struts until he's called back in. It's with newfound inspiration that he's inside of his studio.

The storyboard of his upcoming project needs a few tweaks, and he doesn't fail in enhancing his crew with a different idea.

It’s been a week. Okay, it might’ve been shorter, but Jungkook is impatient. Besides, it didn’t help when he saw you holding hands with someone... so less than. It really baffled him to see you with a guy who wore such shabby clothes. He looks like the type that Jungkook would cast for a flop character.

The two of you are like a toy display across his studio in that cutesy, obnoxious café with a smoothie in the middle of your booth. He chuckles as he lights up another stick when he notices the two straws in the single cup. Cliché, cheesy, but cute in a childish sense. Your age shines through the amateur romance between you and that loser.

It especially shows when you look to the side with a laugh and lock eyes with him; so flustered that you gasp and focus back on your date. What makes you so shy about seeing him? You seemed so confident during your conversation two days ago.

He whistles when he notices a stray dog in an alleyway. You look at him as well but don't hear anything beyond the glass wall, but it catches his attention regardless. He whistles again before saying in a hushed voice, "come here girl." It's difficult to suppress a smile when you gaze at him questioningly, as if trying to decipher his words. "Naive little girl," he mouths as he smokes, "what are you doing with that boy?"

He almost chokes when you take out your wallet in front of a waiter; are you paying for him? That's why you ordered one drink - so you could share? Jungkook isn't cruel but, he finds it laughable that your boyfriend is so... unappealing. He can't help but wonder why you're with him; maybe his face? The boy is somewhat handsome, but he only has his facial features to go by. It's rather strange for Jungkook to think about this in the first place, so he gets back inside his workplace after harshly shooing the stray dog away with a stomp of his foot.

"I'd like to start my internship today."

Jungkook runs his eyes up and down your body while leaning against a brick wall. "Paid?"

"I-I'll do it for free. Besides, I don't know if I'll even work in this industry," you twiddle your fingers while smiling up at him. He intimidates you, but this morning you decided you did enough thinking and here you are, an aspiring stylist all of a sudden.

"Get inside," he nods at the door before stubbing his cigarette and following you to his studio. "You know what you're going to do?"

"I'm going to decide the outfits, right?" The place looks cozy to you, with its minimalistic interior design and blunt switch between the stories. The first floor is strictly for business, with lined up cameras, lights and a microphone. There is even a green screen! And the second floor seems to be more of a resting area with its couches and open laptops, but you can't make out much from the entrance. Jungkook starts walking ahead of you, making a beeline for the black stairs. You tail behind him and smile at anyone who notices you, which isn't a lot of people. It's not crowded.

"Right. We're still working on a storyline, haven't finished it yet so it's possible this project might not be published. You with me so far?" he glances at you, and at your firm nod, continues, "when we finish planning, scripting and shit, you come to play."

"So what do I do now?" you innocently inquire and watch him plop down on the red velvet couch. He clicks on the space of his keyboard to light up his screen.

"I have an idea for a character, and I want to know how you would design her," he vaguely explains as he scrolls through his document.

"You want me to sketch it or explain?"

"Let's hear you out first. Irene," he suddenly calls out loudly.

"Yes?" a female responds from downstairs. You see a woman with a grey cap look up at him, her attire nothing short of casual.

"Come here."

She skips a few steps while climbing up the stairs at his command. You're not awkward when you greet her, and she offers a coy smile.

"This girl - what did you say your name was?" he asks you. You tell him and he continues, "she's going to be our intern. I want you to critique her with me."

"What's she in for?" Irene asks before sitting across from him.

"Wardrobe stylist."

Her eyes widen as she takes a second look at you. Your style is definitely unique, but... immature. She has half the mind to not question Jungkook about his choice.

"Okay..." she trails. "I'm Irene, by the way. I'm going to be an executive producer for the upcoming film."

"Nice to meet you," you brightly chirp. "Sir?"

Jungkook smirks at your addressing of him. "Yes?"

"What is your name, if I may ask?"

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, but you may know me for my pen name Shin Dong-hyuk."

Your mouth falls open when you instantly recognize the name. "Wait, what? You directed My Time?" you incredulously wonder aloud.

My Time is a movie that took the world by a storm; it brought recognition to the whole country for its popularity and clever writing. You never knew the name was a pseudonym, however. It's a suspense genre, about the life of a crazed fanboy who is obsessed with a foreign celebrity. He stalks her on the internet, has a fanpage of her and pays a hefty amount of money to strangers to update him on her whereabouts. He's portrayed as a young college student in the story, and inevitably runs out of cash from reckless spending. When she gets into a dating scandal, he goes on a theft spree and flies out to meet and confront her. It ends with her murder when he finds her with another man in a hotel room, and he stabs himself in the heart afterwards. There are a bunch of clues that foreshadow his ending, from his family life to his friendships. It's an amazing thriller, and you researched his name in the credits to find more of his works after seeing the movie but to no avail; there is only one listed.

"That's me," he nonchalantly reveals as if he didn't just give you the shock of your life. "Don't tell anyone though, will you?"

You whimsically put on an imagery zipper over your mouth while trying to recover from your racing heart.

"I don't have a clear outline, but the female lead is going to be naive but charming. She has to stand out, alright? Happy, extraordinary, special."

"We didn't decide on that," Irene butts in with a displeased expression.

"I forgot to tell you, I deleted our previous plan."

"You did wh-"

"What do you think?" he turns to you as he ignores Irene's shrieks. "What color are you imagining?"

You feel nervous when he puts you on the spotlight after revealing his identity. You close your eyes with a deep inhale before answering, "I'm thinking red and green, like Christmas. There should be a hint of white as well."

Jungkook drinks in your outfit before grinning mischievously. "Perfect." All of your colors.

Stalking is bad, but there are worse things in life.

Is it such a bad idea to follow you home when it's dark out? He kept you for a long time in the studio, allowing you to dress up a mannequin with all sorts of costumes you had in mind in the backroom. He's certain you had fun with him when you left with a permanent grin on your face.

You live with your parents, and he knows for sure he's at least 5 years older than you. You look about 19, so he's assuming he's only 8 years older.

A small villa with windows all around, he observes, before glancing back at your bedroom. The lights are on and you're swinging your legs with excitement on your bed after you face planted on the mattress. He didn't see you greet your parents before running off to your room, and he can't help the smile growing on his face at your hyperactivity. It was like an instinct to walk you home in secret and he isn't sure why he is still watching you. He should look away when you get off of your bed and heave your shirt over your chest, but instead he steps away from the lamp post to hide from the light.

You're changing, and he can't take his eyes off of you. As if that wasn't enough, you unclasp your bra without even pulling the curtains. Do you know he's there? The thought excites him, and his pants begin to tighten around his crotch. He lowly whistles at you, but you don't hear him again. You do look outside for a few seconds while stretching your arms, however, and he's certain you have a connection to him.

He leaves when you put on your pajamas with the image of your bare tits imprinted on his mind. He doesn't head home first, as the studio is only a few minutes away from your home and he wants to leave you a gift.

When the familiar building enters his vision, he doesn't waste time in unlocking the door and switching on a single dim light. He rushes to the backroom after locking the entrance for a second time and unzips his jeans as he goes. You were here not too long ago, and he can pinpoint exactly where you stood while striding to each corner with purpose. Bending, crouching, leaning, doing just about anything to tease him.

Now that he can imagine your perky nipples realistically, he immediately takes out his length from his restraints and picks up a random handkerchief to pump himself with. He doesn't stop to think over his actions; he's acting on urges, on impulse. Never has he ever done something like this.

He's rather relaxed as he sits down on an idle stool to close his eyes and run his hand up and down his shaft. What he would do to press your tits against his cock while he slides it up and down, smearing his cum all over your lips while you sleep. You would swallow it without a second thought once he finishes in your gaping mouth, and wonder why there's a dull ache in your breasts the next morning.

His breaths grow shallow the faster he strokes himself, the more he thinks about using every part of you for his pleasure while you're knocked out cold. He involuntarily thrusts into the air while quiet moans slip out of his open mouth. Something about how taboo it would be to fuck you while you're unconscious turns him on so much. Would that be something you're into?

The handkerchief is so soft, so silky against his length, he can almost imagine it to be your hand. He starts twisting his hand around his cock, from the base to the tip as his other hand palms his balls before he begins to reach climax. Strings of cusses fall out of his mouth when he quickens his pace, the fabric against his skin resounding in his ears before he finally spurts out his cum into the cloth.

"Fuck," he exhales as he coats his makeshift glove with his release. White on white doesn't make much of a difference, and he's panting as he folds the handkerchief to rub it evenly so it sinks in completely.

He leaves it on the stool after zipping his pants, and his eyes twinkle under the moonlight on his journey home.

You aren't alone when you walk to work. Jungkook is taking his usual smoke break while watching you swing your interlocked hands back and forth with the guy next to you. Your smiles exude the same aura, and Jungkook sarcastically notes how compatible the two of you are. The boxy grin shines with the sun, but it doesn't hide the boy's worn out clothes.

"Good morning, Jungkook," you greet before introducing your boyfriend. "This is Taehyung, Taehyung meet Jungkook. I'm going to be under his wing until I decide my major."

"Hello, Taehyung," Jungkook coldly says before blowing smoke in his face.

Taehyung scrunches his nose before chirping, "hi!" He then turns to you and whispers, "I thought you wanted to study medicine."

You shake your head dismissively with a light laugh before responding, "it's just an internship." You let go of his hand and bid farewell with a peck on his cheek before going inside the studio.

"Well, have a good day," Taehyung smiles as he's about to leave before Jungkook holds out his hand to block the way.

"Taehyung, who is your girlfriend?"

"Um," he furrows his brows before saying your name.

"And who are you?"

At Jungkook's blunt question, Taehyung pauses and takes a step back. "What do you mean? Like my full name?"

"No, who the fuck are you? What is your contribution to society? What do you do for a living? What are you wearing?"

"Sir, I-" Taehyung's stammering is cut short when Jungkook asks, "how much money for you to stop leeching off of her?"

He scoffs, "excuse me? I'm not leeching off of anyone, and I'm sure as hell not breaking up with her for your money." Taehyung's face heats up from the shameless confrontation, and he starts walking in the opposite direction.

"So you're not going to leave her?"

Taehyung doesn't turn to look at him as he emphasizes, "no."

"Good."

He abruptly stops in his tracks. "What?"

"Your dedication is admirable," Jungkook comments with a shrug. "I'm satisfied with your answer."

"Were you testing me?"

"Bingo."

He starts chuckling before shaking his head. "I always knew directors were crazy; you scared me for a second."

"Where you headed now?" Jungkook smoothly switches the subject, but notes the fact that you've spoken about him to your boyfriend.

"I have a farm two blocks away." When Jungkook raises a brow, he explains, "I stayed the night with her, so I decided to drop her off before leaving."

"Want me to drop you off?"

It's a kind offer, really, but Taehyung is still put off by the insults thrown his way just a minute ago. Doesn't he have work to do anyway? "That's alright, thank you, but I'll just take the bus. Have a good one, Jungkook."

Jungkook doesn't stop him as they both wave goodbye. He doesn't bother putting out his cigarette before going inside.

Where would be a farm only two blocks away from the city center? It has to be a lie.

You're wandering around the place as to not awkwardly wait for Jungkook who sharply inhales at the sight. He calls your name.

"Yes?"

"What do you want to become?"

"I," you look at him funny with a laugh, "I still don't know."

"Then take a gap year."

Your brows shoot up to your hairline. "Why?"

"I want you to be invested in this project completely. Once the planning is finished, I'll give you a salary. What do you think?"

He's asking you to work full-time for him. Not as an intern, but an employee and you are beyond willing after only being here for two days. He's a famous director; how can one pass up this opportunity?

"I'd love that."

You noticed that Jungkook has a very unique way of working. You've heard that he's been keeping his crew until late at night, already having an outline for his plot and he's moved onto screenwriting. He apparently disappears randomly throughout the evening after you leave, and you've had some different experiences with him of your own.

He asked you to steal from the wardrobe of his backroom. "Take everything that you'd wear," he said before stepping out of the room.

When you confusedly compiled all of the clothes that caught your eye under your arm, he took them from you and brought them upstairs with a huge grin. "Keep that one," he pointed at the handkerchief you thought about lacing your neck with.

Taehyung's quiet with you. He doesn't respond to your texts, doesn't call you, doesn't come over. You're too busy spending time with Jungkook to check up on him, and it serves as a well distraction when you keep glancing at your notifications. It hurts, especially when your wallpaper is a picture of you and him. It hurts because he isn't with you in your proudest moments when you were with him even at his parents' funeral.

The only thing keeping you happy is casting. Jungkook asked you to make a list of all the actors that would suit his characters after giving you a vague description of their traits. The budget isn't an issue, and you're having so much fun. He makes you forget your worries without even trying.

Jungkook intimidates you, but he's so lovely.

A mere "aspiring" stylist is casting actors for a movie. How many people can brag about that? You almost stumble on the stairs as you quickly climb up with Jungkook's laptop in your hands. He gave it to you for research purposes as he drew a rough storyboard with Irene.

"I made a list," you exclaim brightly. Heads shoot in your direction and you sheepishly grin at your volume. Jungkook's eyes linger on your covered neck; it's almost like a collar.

He whistles and beckons you to sit next to him. You obey and anxiously present your list to the professionals; you have no idea how to go on about this task, and no one guided you. You're certain you look utterly amateur in front of them.

Irene is inspecting your list without hinting her thoughts as Jungkook asks, "who are your favorites?"

"Well, I think Kim Namjoon is um, suitable for the male lead's role and Joy-"

"It's decided then," he claps his hands twice without hearing out Irene who scowls at him.

"You're not cooperating with us," she voices in a complaint, "why are you always calling the shots on your own? These are major decisions-"

"Ms. Bae, don't take any offence now. I'm taking your opinions into accounts when I make these decisions. Unless you have an issue with something, let's not dwell on this, hm?"

She sighs as you stand there awkwardly. She's upset, but stays silent.

"The two leads are Kim Namjoon and Park Soo-young. The team will decide the rest of the cast, thank you," he informs you with a ghost of a smile.

"Of course," you breathe.

You don't know how long it is supposed to take to shoot a film, but surely it's not this fast paced. Jungkook is relentless with his production; there are hardly any breaks in between takes. There are bags under his eyes from pulling all nighters to work on his scripts.

He is a perfectionist and a hard worker, as you've come to find out. You feel bad for the amount of times the actors recited their lines when they didn't capture a scene right in Jungkook's eyes. It was an honor for you to meet these famous people beyond a screen, and you were strictly ordered to do Joy's makeup only. You are her stylist, but the professional one does help you after she's finished with Namjoon's.

"Cut," Jungkook says into the speaker. You're located in a rented mansion outside of the city, but you can't enjoy it when everyone is so stressed. "Start over from line "he's leeching off of you"."

Even actors can't hide their annoyance from having to do a 25th take of one scene. Jungkook pays them enough to go on with this torture however, so they have no room to complain.

They start over and you force yourself to watch them again and again.

"Oh my god, cut!" You can hardly resist groaning yourself. Everyone on set is overworked, and you know the director has it the worst, but it's overwhelming you too at this point. You flinch when your name is called. "Act Joy's lines, will you?"

"Me?" you point at yourself in surprise.

"Go ahead," he urges with a nod.

You have no idea how to act, and it's nervewracking having to do it in front of A-listers. You pick up the script handed to you from another woman and start reading:

"He's not leeching off of me," you pause to inhale shakily; your hands tremble from the heavy stares on you.

"I'm his family, the only one he has left. No one would know if he was gone, and he trusts me to look after him without having to dangle a dollar bill over his head."

This goes on until the final scene, and the retakes cut down to half.

A few months pass, and it is time for the premiere. The movie, simply titled Pretty Girl, easily got a green light for display in theatres, and it's been heavily promoted on YouTube and TV. You are excited to your core, and watching the celebrities walk the red carpet was a first for you. Jungkook easily blends in with the crowd as he once again didn't reveal his real name in the credits, but his pen name is gaining more and more recognition. You have never seen the movie throughout the editing procedure, but you can't wait to see everyone's efforts show on the big screen.

You're dressed fancily because Jungkook asked you to go with him, and the two of you are sitting in the crowded theatre with not a single empty seat to be seen. Even the entrance is decorated in retro style to fit in with the movie's theme! The jazz music playing in the halls reaches your ears, and your knees are bouncing in anticipation of the movie. Jungkook is smiling as he listens to you ramble.

"I can't believe I played a part in this whole project!" you gush with shaking fists. "I met the best director I know, and I worked for him! This all feels like a dream... No one even likes my style, and yet I became a stylist!"

"I love your style," he denies, "even now you have all the attention in the room."

"Pfft," you roll your eyes playfully, "they all think I must look weird. I tried to wear something classy so I don't stand out, but it hasn't been working out."

"Keep it that way, you're beautiful like this."

Heat creeps up to your cheeks at his compliment and you squeak, "thank you."

He doesn't get to relish your flustered state as everyone goes quiet once the movie starts.

The time period is unclear, as the language is modern but the filter is black and white. The first scene is in a bar, a man in a suit eyeing a woman with a date who is an outcast with his clothes. They're washed out and ugly, but he looks handsome with his dazzling smile at the woman.

An involuntary grin spreads across your face when you hear their dialogue.

"I want to touch someone's shoulder to see how they react. Did you see how they looked at me when I walked in here? I think they think I'm your sugar baby or something," Jimin's character jokes with a laugh.

"I know! They're all so boujee, but I'm willing to be your mommy without sugar," Joy winks. They have fun until Jimin leaves to the bathroom and Namjoon's character approaches her, who has been staring at her ever since they walked in. Joy is offered a modeling career, and she accepts after she's told that her fashion only works with her because of how beautiful she is. She's bashful when Namjoon gives her a business card.

Jungkook's film is only over an hour long, but everything is timed so perfectly. His directory is straightforward, and you admire his work until a song comes on.

"That's my favorite song!" you whisper into his ear. It's Space Song by Beach House.

"Mine too," he whispers back.

There are montages of photo shoots, Joy's rise to fame in the modeling industry, but the trouble is Jimin, her boyfriend. Namjoon confronts him one day when Jimin drops her off to her new workplace.

"How can someone so poor be able to court a woman like her?" he asks rhetorically.

"Excuse me, Sir?" Jimin is offended until Namjoon laughs it off and reveals it was a joke. The audience sighs in relief, and all is fun and games until Jimin is brutally murdered next to a dumpster. You gasp at the gore scene and glance at Jungkook, until something dawns on you.

The story is starting to sound familiar. Was this movie inspired by your encounters? Your eyes light up as you give your utmost attention to the movie. The line between reality and fiction is beginning to blur.

Joy goes to Namjoon's house, where the dialogue you first reenacted comes to play. The shots are gorgeous, the script filled with metaphors on poverty and currency, and the romance is sickly sweet. There is a sex scene not long after... Joy forgets all about her boyfriend in the snap of Namjoon's fingers.

You tilt your head when you remember Taehyung. Where is he? How come your boyfriend didn't even show up to this life-changing experience?

Jungkook's hand slides over your thigh out of nowhere, as he murmurs, "do you mind?"

You stammer when his fingers reach under your dress to poke at your panties. "S-Sorry?"

"I said," he grazes your folds as you tense at the feather light touch, "do you mind if I touch you, pretty girl?"

Your chest heaves as your lashes flutter in a daze, but you nod nonetheless. His low raspy voice already has you clenching your thighs, unintentionally trapping his hand against your pussy. He's gentle, almost curious with the way he runs his fingers over your silky underwear before he moves it to the side. You're shivering with delight and thrill, and you don't take your eyes off of each other as he begins to flick your clit carelessly.

"Looks so pretty on you," he compliments the makeshift choker on your neck. It's his handkerchief you wore for the occasion, unaware that it's dried with cum. He pulls on the knot like it's a collar, and you're entranced. Your pants fan his lips at the close proximity, and he doesn't shy away from slotting his mouth against yours. You quietly moan into the kiss when his thumb starts to rub your clit, and his long finger pokes at your entrance.

"You mind?" he murmurs against your lips, his words slightly slurred as he doesn't stop kissing you. The wet noises are drowned out by the loud volume of the movie, but you can't focus on what's going on.

"I don't," you breathe before he slips in two fingers, exploring your walls with precision. He's multitasking as he circles your sensitive clit, and you're not very experienced in regards to sexual encounters but your hand lands on his hard-on anyway.

"Don't be shy," he chuckles into your neck, "touch it."

You don't know what you're doing when you slip your hand under his pants and palm him over his briefs, but his sigh is encouraging you. You're touching each other in a room of 100 people.

It's embarrassing when his free hand joins yours to help you touch him while simultaneously fingering you. He must have sensed your lack of confidence, because he starts to stroke his erection over your hand. You start to imagine his fingers as the real thing, and with your particularly low stamina, have a hard time suppressing your whines.

"Kiss my neck," he suggests as a solution to your nibbling. You didn't even realize your nether lip is bleeding from how hard you were biting on it. You bury your head in his shoulder and start pecking his neck. He holds back a laugh at how shy you're being, and he feels proud for predicting this moment perfectly in the movie. Joy is having the time of her life with Namjoon, unaware of Jimin decaying in the attic.

He quickens his pace in your cunt, and you bite him rather harshly at the sensation. He hisses with a chuckle; he likes it when you're impulsive. He can pick up the squelches from his thrusts because of how wet you are, and you climax all over his fingers in a matter of seconds with a whimper. You're twitching in your seat, and your hand strokes him faster but he stops you.

"In my studio," he says and you nod tiredly against his shoulder. The issue isn't that he doesn't want to cum in his pants, but the movie needs to become reality. He wants to fuck you on that one stool, with Taehyung's corpse decomposing in the backroom.

Jungkook always adds a pinch of fiction to his stories, but they're mostly based on true events. If you paid attention to the ending, maybe you would've realized that.

Lying is bad, but there are worse things in life.

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Oh No, I think I'm Catching Feelings.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x You

Summary: One day, during your stay in Outer Banks for your dad's business trip, you get inside of JJ's head. His friends are no help.

Word Count: 1367

Note: I dreamt about this last night so of course I had to write it as soon and fast as possible. The title is based on the song Sex by EDEN. I mention it during a scene so you should listen to the song when you read it. I might write a Part 2 that's inspired by the lyrics (giving me feedback will help me make up my mind).I hope you love it!

*not my gif. Credit to the owner!*

For the past two days, the only time your father talks to you is when he reminds you that this isn't a vacation, it's for work. You get stuck to go to brunch with his partner's daughter in the four star you're staying in.

Your mother is quick to judge your outfit. Your favorite and most used pair of shoes, shorts, and a t-shirt. "Y/N you must dress to impress." She pushes you back into the room and starts looking through your suitcase. "I told you to hang this all up."

You jump on the bed and shrug your shoulders. "We're just having breakfast- I mean bunch. I don't understand why this is necessary. Can't we just go to the beach and talk? Let her show me around?"

"Your father says they are one of the richest families on this island. We need them to like us." You roll your eyes, as she gives you a pointed look over her shoulder.

"Change into this and head down to the dinner room. The reservation is under your father's name."

You grab the white knee length dress from her to go change in the bathroom.

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JJ does a double take when he sees Sarah sitting at a table. He fakes a smile and apologizes for overfilling a glass of water.

He quickly walks away and puts his hands on the back of the chair opposite side of her table and learns in. "You know, it took a big toll on my best friend's mood when you canceled on him."

"I'm meeting my dad's new business partner daughter. Trust me, I'm not happy about it either."

He hums to himself. "That's why you're so dressed up?"

She quotes her mother from earlier. "Dress to impress."

"Are you sure it's not a boy and you're just lying to me?"

Sarah crosses her arms around her chest. "You know I don't like liars, JJ." He nods, understanding how far and deep that means.

Taking a sip of her water, she changes the topic. "Will you get in trouble for talking to me instead of working?"

"I can do both and still get in trouble." He switches the salt and pepper shakers around. She laughs as he turns around quickly to do the same with the nearest table as another bus boy walks up with a girl wearing a white dress following behind him.

Sarah gets up to shake her hand but stops, "is that a mood ring? Oh, my god, I used to have like ten in middle school."

Sarah notices JJ looking over his shoulder when the girl laughs as she sits down.

"I had to buy it after I saw a tiktok about them. Brought back middle school memories for me too. I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Sarah."

"I'm JJ." Sarah gives him a look that says, 'are you serious?'

He smirks as he swings a tablecloth over his shoulder. "Do either of you beautiful ladies need a refill?" His grip on the glass water pitcher tightens when he notices they're both full.

Sarah laughs as she picks hers up and mumbles, "smooth."

You can't help to laugh before saying, "I think we're okay for now, thank you."

He smiles at you and doesn't give Sarah a second glance as he hurries off towards the kitchen's doors.

He kicks them open and gets yelled at for running towards the back room. When he reaches his locker, he grabs his phone and is surprised to see Sarah has already beat him to it. He reads the text.

"I invited her to the party at the boneyard."

Another one comes through.

"She asked if it's made of human or animal bones. I told her you'll more than glad to answer that ;)"

"I hate you. You're a great wingwoman."

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You watch as the cute bus boy blondie walks away. Sarah catches your eye and you say, "there's no boys that look like that at home."

"You should see his best friend, my boyfriend. You bought up tiktok though, which is my new obsession."

"Mine too. Not to be rude or anything, but I really didn't want to do this stupid brunch idea. So thank you, for seeming to be really cool."

She smiles and says, "There's a party happening tonight at the Boneyard, you should come. Tell your dad I invited you, that should get a yes out of him, right?"

"Most definitely. Can you pick me up? I have no idea where that it is. Is it called the boneyard cause there's animal and human bones there's?"

"No, no. But JJ will be there."

You blush. "Are you his wingwoman?"

"This is the first time being it. How am I doing?"

"You're straight to the point, which is good."

"If you like that, just until later tonight. If JJ gets too much, no one will blame you for yelling at him to shut up. He's used to it. I'm kinda hoping you'll make the impossible happen and make him speechless."

She waves off the waiter. "Do you want hangout until then? Since you're dad payed for this, I can use some of my dad's money for a shopping trip?"

"Can we leave right now? I haven't really gone out and explore-"

"Say no more. Let me just text my friend Kiara, she can join us."

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Kiara pops her elbow on JJ shoulder, smirking. "I had a lot of fun today, thank you for asking."

He passes her a red solo cup and uses a sweet little voice to ask, "What did you do today, sweetheart?"

"Walked around the town, did some shopping, talked about you with Sarah and Y/N."

Pope laughs as he listens and watches JJ face turn bright red. "Please tell me what you three talked about."

"Maybe later. I'm going to go dance with Y/N."

JJ asks, "Where's your girlfriend?" as soon as John B returns to the table with extra cups.

"Don't you mean Y/N?" He shoves him and mutters, "I hate you all."

Pope gives him a questionable look. "I haven't done anything."

"Yet," JJ adds, glaring at him.

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"I love this song!" You yell over the music and Sarah has to stop dancing and stand in stillb to remember where it's from. "You mean you love the tiktok tend?"

"That too." Kiara notices you are trying to get the very last of your drink. She points at the refill table and you smile in thanks and tell them you'll be right back. They both share knowing looks as they see that JJ has already noticed you heading towards him.

He pushes his way to stand between and in front of John B and Pope and smirks, "Long time no see."

"I'll like that refill now, please."

Pope rolls his eyes when JJ says, "I'm not working." But isn't too surprised when he still grabs the cup from you. With how he's friend is smiling to himself and how you're looking at him, it finally clicks. "Ah! You most be Y/N. He hasn't stopped talking about you all day."

JJ tints the cup sideways towards Pope's shirt and says, "oops." as the rest of the beer spills over him.

You're still trying not to laugh too hard when JJ asks you if you want to come with him to look for a towel.

As you walk beside him towards the Chateau, JJ flips John B and Pope off when he hears whistling and one of them yelling, "there's beach towels everywhere!"

"I really like your friends."

"Yeah well someone has too. You've been with most of them all day today."

"Maybe you and I can to hangout tomorrow? If you don't have plans or work-"

"How long are you staying here?" He can't help to ask. He has been wondering about it all day.

"I'm surprised your wingwoman didn't tell you. Her dad wants mine to work on more stuff here. Probably will be here for the rest of the week."

"I'll tell her to make her dad change it to two more weeks." You smile at him and he watches as you intertwine your arms together.

"We still need to find a towel for Pope, remember?" You tease and he runs his hands through his hair. "Kiara told me about where you guys hang out. Is that where we're going?"

"Only if you tell me what my friends told you about me."

"Where's the fun in that, Maybank?"

He normally hates it when people call him by his last name. He guesses one of his friends told you that. It doesn't bother him. He normally only bring girls to the Chateau during a party to make out - sometimes to have sex in the guestroom. He notices that he doesn't really want to stop walking next to you and talking. As he guards you both to the longer way to get there, he notices that in one day you are ready friends with his friends. He normally doesn't even think adding someone else to the picture.

He barely hears himself saying, "You're not normal." But he laughs with you when you respond with,"Thank God for that."

"Oh no," he thinks to himself. "I think I'm catching feelings."

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