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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Wed 2 June ‘21

Louis sent a message to a fan looking for a hello after a major surgery-- “Get well soon mate. Sending you loads of love x”- and added that he hopes ALL of us are doing alright; I never doubted it Louis! Niall got a little more specific with his really lovely message today- “HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. It’s your life, LOVE who you want to LOVE,” he tweeted! THANKS GUYS.

Liam though, Liam was all over today! He checked in on his way to play golf, on his way back from playing golf (with videographer Conor!), posted comments on discord, joined a new chat platform (Telegram; 5 minutes into Telegram and chill Liam was like OKAY it looks like we may need some moderators for this app lol YOU THINK?), he did a whole 25 min live, AND checked in even later to say he’d just had a shower and was about to play a new video game! New news of the day-- he is going to host a Veeps show showcasing new artists in July!! NEAT! His post about how his team forgot to turn off notifications on the phone they set it all up on for him on is really funny, YIKES; “this used to be an iphone now it’s just a bell” he joked, with video of the phone frantically chiming nonstop (“the power of you guys still blows my mind to this day”.) Also he said that he was very busy getting ready for June 15. Why, you ask, what is on June 15? UH? IDK?? He has so many things coming up? But that’s the NFT I think, which I KNOW a lot of people are mostly not that excited about but I will say that while I don’t care about the technology, I am excited to see Liam’s artwork he’s working on for it (which hopefully the purchaser will share with us), and Liam is truly so excited about the platform, he’s really trying to talk us into it. More on that in a sec...

But let’s get to the other parts of Liam’s live first. He has that new song coming, about which he said “it’s one that I’ve written the most on so far actually, as a single, I’m excited to say my own stuff for once a little”, love that. He’s still coughing but says he’s tested repeatedly and it isn’t COVID, and that he’s gone vegetarian recently, and he says the chat channels were inspired by seeing people using the veeps chat rooms even after the show ended, not wanting to leave. And he talks about 1D- about the notifs mishap he said “back in the band we used to wait for people we didn’t like to leave their notifications on and then we would like- oh make sure you follow this person on twitter! And then their phone would break for days- if someone did something that annoyed you.” HAHAHA where’s my masterpost of people who annoyed them 1D told us to follow, PLEASE? And also “it’s hard sometimes you’re watching people stories from afar that you used to know so well and that can be difficult… we’ve all felt this at different times me and the boys… it’s almost like missing a very dear friend a lot of the time but everyone’s so busy… I’d love to get us all in a room somewhere sometime” aww. But also he said he talked to Harry recently, “really a lovely call, he has a sixth sense for if I'm struggling or if one of us is in trouble, I spoke to him and it was a really lovely catch up. I have a lot of love for the man, he's really, really great"; well I wish Liam wasn’t stuggling but that’s lovely. And Louis too! "I spoke to Louis, I wanna say yesterday. We speak a lot, there's just a lot of laughing about random crap," he said, plus some Louis memories- “I can just hear his laugh in the back of my mind. We once broke into one of the stadiums in America and got chased by a woman… on one of those cop type things, a mall cop thing, and that was quite crazy. He also left me on my own while I was being arrested nearly by a French policemen that I had to push over… which that still scares me to this day. [laughing] That’s what friends are for! I helped him over the fence to get in somewhere, he left me with the policeman, who didn’t have a clue who I was and tried to arrest me even though I was just trying to go into my hotel.” UMM sorry I can’t hear anything past LIAM PUSHED OVER A COP?? Go ahead, make a list of ‘1D members most likely to fight a cop’ and if Liam isn’t DEAD LAST you’re just wrong and yet HERE WE ARE!! WHAT A DAY.

But alas rather than fighting cops now Liam is partnering with an entrepreneur (which I have had to type so many times in the last two days thanks to Liam that I guess I know how to spell it now they just keep SAYING it SO MUCH). Steve Bartlett said “the secret” is out, he recorded a podcast with Liam yesterday-- I’d call secret a bit strong, we had actually got that mate, but okay; he called Liam an entrepreneur and said “yesterday I recorded one of the most powerful, honest, REAL conversations on my podcast to date” and “if you love Liam you’ll love this.” I can absolutely guarantee you that is not true, I love Liam and already hate everything about this collab, but his wording does make me think we’ll get a bit of Liam’s trademark emotional spillage which I suppose I might appreciate despite this self help CEO guy being there too. Liam does have one thing to say that could sway me in this guy’s favor though- “he has the cutest dog ever” apparently! Anyway I may as well get used to him he’s suddenly everywhere-- Liam also patched him into his live to try yet again to convince us that NFTs are good by awkwardly relating it to “fans of boybands” by saying you know this could eliminate like fake tickets and such… Sure Steve sure but anyway he also says of Liam, “the guy you see on camera is the exact same guy off camera”.

Harry and Olivia were seen together in London (well, a grainy ass video of their backs was seen anyway), walking, with some people who look to be her parents and Harry’s PA (so romantic! Not at all work related!) I was initially skeptical of the claim that it was her parents since this fandom is obsessed with saying everyone is so and so’s parents (we’ll NEVER top the time the fandom was sure Harry was seen having lunch with Eleanor’s father though) but it actually seems like maybe it was. More for Harry to add to his collection, that man truly loves an extended family! I mean the whole thing is sketchy as hell, from the assurance that that’s DEFINITELY actually Olivia in the grainy video, FOR SURE, to the confirmation that that’s her mom with them which came when a blank insta page produced a random old picture of her mom in the same skirt, but like is it them, sure I imagine so, and people making sure we get the story anytime they’re together isn’t exactly new. In other news, Dave Meyers, director of the Adore You music video, says he originally pitched the Eroda story idea (“I have this idea, of you love- liking a fish”) to Katy Perry and the Black Eyed Peas, ASJKJASKL CAN YOU IMAGINE?

#Liam payne #holivia #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #2 jun 21 #the day we learned Liam fought a cop #HAPPY PRIDE INDEED #conor butler #liam has ALWAYS just spoken to louis yesterday but I totally belive him look at them doing all the same stuff #new artist showcase! this is totally them talking about this stuff #and he's totally the one that got Louis on the NFT thing #that's cute you guys now write some songs together again why don't you #I guess Harry could be tie for least likely to fight a cop #but like he wouldn't be out there talking about how great cops are which Liam definitely would #Liam is of course Most likely to be wasted enough for something like that to happen anyway #which I assume is what was the case

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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She’s Not Yours P1

REAL LIFE X THE LAST LEGION KINDA

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING ADORABLE + KINDA FLIRTY

I sat, My back straight, My mind clear. My feet barely touched the marble floor, My hands barely reached the rests of the throne I sat upon. My advisers around me, soldiers surrounded me, the men, women, and children of the city all here to ask favours of the crown. I rarely spoke, I barely moved, The decisions were made for me but I was far too used to it to mind.

"My King," A Man bowed as he approached I nodded to him

"Speak your business" The adviser snapped beside me

"It's the farm sir, barbarians have been raiding in the fields day and night Please I beg of you to spare but one soldier to protect the border of our lands, my farm, my home, my wife and children"

"No Soldier's can be spared outside of city limits" The adviser snapped

"I'm sure we can spare one," I said looking up to him, he didn't seem happy but nodded

"Of course my king. One. and no more"

"Thank you my king" He nodded before heading off

I felt the glares of the staff around me so I stayed quiet until the people had all left

"An Excellent day my king" My adviser smiled at me

"I barely did anything"

"You did everything my king. Just appearing in person brings light into the presents lives" He says

"They didn't seem happy to see me"

"Of course they were," He says kneeling in front of me "They adore you, they worship you, they would lay down their lives for you if you were to command it." he explained "and you own them. execute with a click of your fingers, exclie with but a flick of your eyes, the people would lay down their lives to protect you, The soldiers would fall on there swords if you where to ask it of them, anything you want, you ask, or you think will be done. You are the king."

"Sometimes I don't feel like the king."

"You will. In time" He says but as he got up I heard a strange noise from outside the room clattering and yelling "What's happening out there?" He shouted I got up confused about what was going on until the soldiers brought a girl in, she wore an old moth-eaten dress, she looked as old as me, her hair dirty, her skin muddy, she was barefoot, the soldiers dragged her in holding her arms tightly, even if she screamed and tried to fight with them.

"Let me go!" she screamed

"Who are you?" He asked her

"Let me go" she yelled again

"Barbarian slave daughter." The soldier said "she was trying to escape the palace kitchens"

"So she's a slave girl." He says "... You wanted to feel more like the king, You may execute her"

"what?" I asked in shock

"All slaves who run from their masters are executed," He said "It's the law." He says handing me a sword "as a palace kitchen worker, she is yours. You can have the pleasure of executing her"

I stared at the sword in my hand seeing my own reflection in it's blade, the sword felt heavy, too heavy for me. The men threw her onto the marble floor scraping her knees as she was thrown close to me

"Please, Please you don't know what it's like, what they do to us, please I beg for mercy" she begged "Or if not mercy, then for peace." she whined tears running down her cheeks, I could see the fear in her eyes, she feared me. I looked closer at her noticing burns and scars on her skin, chains around her ankles, I held her sword close to her neck she bowed her head sniffling as she cried in fear

"No," I said

"My king?" He asked

"No.... Death, would be a... a uh quick punishment. for this slave." I said "She would not learn. death would be... a uhh... an escape for her"

"Then what is it you suggest my king?"

"I would suggest for uhh. No, I would like. I would like her to be taken and cleaned, seen to medically, and for her to be put to work, here in the castle. Not the kitchens I would uhh like her to be put to work as my uhh my Handless, until her death" I said

"Very good my King" He nodded "Death is not enough punishment for this slave. she will be put to work in your direct service my king, I am sure she will learn her lesson" He said "Take her away." He ordered

"Thank you" she bowed tears of joy in her eyes as they dragged her away,

"I would like to return to my room now" I said "I uhh I am tried"

"Of course my king" He nods "I will walk you back"

"Of course" I nodded and he walked me with the soldiers along to my room,

"my king? shall I send your new girl when she is ready?"

"Yes, Please do"

"If you would like a slave girl we can arrange that?"

"what do you mean?"

"If you'd like a slave girl, a concubine we can arrange that"

"No, I just thought-"

"We will do as you ask my king." He nods before heading off into the palace, I went inside my room and stood a moment in the unearthly silence.

I sat in the meeting hall confused exactly what was going on, my advisor seemed nervous, the guards held there weapons tight.

I glanced up and saw her, stood as she usually did in her long white dress, her hair perfect. It had been about five years since I spared her from death, she worked in the palace month by month getting more work at first the adviser made her simply my maid but I'm not sure what exactly she is now but it's rare in the day when she's not beside me. I smiled brefily at her and she smiled back nodding her head slightly to me I looked to my advisor and he seemed even more nervous

"Perhaps you should go my king" he says

"No thank you. I'd like to stay, to meet with them" I said

"Yes my king" he said sounding unhappy I heard steps down the corridor so I sat up in my chair unsure what exactly to expect.

The door opened to three burley men with black clothes, iron armor, and silver furs, red warpaint across the skin, they marched in handing weapons to there guard at the door.

"This? Little pipsqueak is the one I'm meeting with?" The man in the centre laughed

"You will respect the king" my advisor snapped

"I'll respect any man. Problem is this isn't a man, that, is a fucking puppy. Groomed and trained to sit and stay, only reason that little shits king instead of me is that he happened to plop out the right pussy" he said coming over and taking a seat across from us

"You will not speak this way against the king"

"Why? What's he gonna do? Cry? Send his guard boys on me" he laughs

"Please. We have business to discuss' I said

"Ooohhh look at that boys. Baby can talk" he laughs "how old are you now, thirteen, fourteen?"

"Fifteen" I answered

"Umm. I was a dad and a king by your age, then again I didn't have the servents to feed me and wipe my ass" he laughs

"We have much to discuss" my advisor told him

"I don't like discussing, I like settling things out there, like a real man." He said "some food? For my men?" He asked so servents began bringing them food and wine my advisor spoke to the men in great lengths but I understood very little off it exactly all I knew was he was watching me I didn't know what to do about it, but then I noticed he was not only looking at me, "she have a name?" He asked

"She's a slave girl" my advisor answered

"Oooh. Is she now." He smirked looking at her in a strange way "Don't you usually keep the slaves away from the king? Come here darling" he called

"No. She works for me, she's nothing to do with you" I said

"Works for you? She's a slave girl"

"She was caught trying to escape the kitchens, the king thought a quick execution to merciful so put her to work"

"Put her to work?" He laughs "oooh don't you worry, I understand" he smirked "works for you does she? Tell me... She a good worker,"

"Yes" I nodded

"Ohh I bet she is."

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, I'm not as stupid as your fucking nanny, you only put her to work because you've got a hard on for her"

"I have not!"

"Don't you? Ooohh you haven't, not yet anyway, your ball haven't even dropped yet have they little king. But you like her"

"This is irrelevant, we are here to discuss" my advisor began

"I know we are, but teasing my nephew is much more fun" he laughs "come on let's get home, wives got my dinner on for me, can't be late. Her legs will get tried being open waiting for me" he smirked before him and his men headed out.

I sighed a little as I woke up, the sun blocked out by my curtains, I was awake earlier then usual, not sure why. The room was quiet, the feeling of the soft covers against me a few birds outside the windows tweeting in the morning light. I heard steps down the corridor but thought little off it, I heard a door open and close again making me wrap myself up more not yet wanting to exist my cosy bed. I heard gentle steps across my floor and then the curtains opening light flooding in

"Good morning my king," a familiar voice smiled I smiled a little and sat up in my bed seeing her stood there in her usual dress, her hair perfect and a small smile across her lips, her chain around her neck I had often asked them to remove it but they said she needed it so people still knew she was a slave. I sat up streching a little in the bed

"Good morning" I groaned

"It's a lovely sunny day my king" she smiled going and opening the other curtains

"It is. Is that why you smile today?'

"I smile for many reasons my king" she said "would you like to eat? Or bathe first?"

"Ummm can't I have five more minutes?" I whined

"I'll go prepare your bath" she said before she hurried off to the other room I sat trying to wake myself up a little more I couldn't stop my mind from racing, I felt so strange, I couldn't deny, I liked her. But I knew nothing could come of it so I did my best to ignore it. "You're baths ready my king" she smiled

"Excellent you uhh you can go"

"Why my king you usually don't ask that if me?"

"I know, I just uhh, alone today. If i may"

"Of course my king" she nodded going to make my bed I went quickly to the bathroom shutting the door seeing the hot steamy bath she had prepared for me so I did all my other business and then climbed into the hot water doing my best to wash when suddenly the door opened it was my advisor

"My king, what are you doing?"

"I thought I would. Myself today"

"No, no, washing and cleaning are jobs for slaves not for kings. Girl come"

"No"

'why not? Has this slave girl offended you?"

"No, no she hasn't I just...." I began "I don't want ...her to see me" I whispered

"I see. Girl. Do your job" he told her

"But my Lord the-"

"Did I permit you to speak!" He yelled at her "complete your work, I do not want another situation like this again, or I'll send you down to the amours"

She nodded and he left, so she came taking the cloth and slowly washing me being careful not to look at me and I did my best not to look at her feeling her hands across my skin was enough to make me want to scream

"What did he mean?" I asked

"I'm sorry my king?'

"The amours? What does that mean?"

"The amours is where the soidlers spend there days my king,"

".... What happens to slaves there?"

"Depends"

"On what?'

"If they like them"

"If they do?"

".... They uhh, they use the slaves my king"

"Use? How so?"

"For pleasure"

"And if they don't like you?"

"Target practice"

"Do they often send slaves there?"

"Yes my king, my mother was sent there"

"And what happened to her?'

"Well, I'm here" she said

"They... A soidler used your mother, and once born you where sent to the kitchens?"

"Not at first my king, first I was taken to the laundry, all the slave children go to the laundry, they said it's a job for those with little hands, then I went to the library but they didn't like me, so they sent me to the kitchens"

"What did they do to you? In the kitchens?"

"... A king shouldn't hear such things'

"A king wants to"

"Come, you'll be late" she says getting faster with her washing but I felt her hand on my stomach and I stopped her hand "what is it my king?'

"Not there. Please. Not you"

"Why ever not?"

".... Anyone, but you."

"Yes my king" she nods hurrying out of the bathroom, I finished up myself and went to the bedroom where the bed was made and breakfast in the table

"Could I uhh perhaps. Do myself today?" I asked her as she was in the wardrobe

"Very independent today my king" she smiled "perhaps not, wouldn't want my Lord to anger"

"I suppose so" I sighed standing by the wardrobe as I usually did

"What would you like to wear today my king?"

"Uhh, I don't know, you can pick for me" I smiled

"Alright" she giggled picking me out some clothes and slowly dressing me as she always did, I tried my best not to think about her hands all over me.

"I think I know why you kept getting moved"

"Do you my king?"

"You ask alot of questions? You ask your commanders and even your king? You speak back? Quite an insulent little thing aren't you"

"I'm sorry my king, I will learn to remain silent"

"No," I told her taking her hand "I like it. You're the only person Ive ever met who questions Me, who doesn't blindly obey what I say, I... I love that about you"

"Thank you my king" she blushed "is there anything else my king?" She asks as we finished up, I couldn't help looking at her sweet smile, the rose glow in her cheeks, her beautiful dress, I didn't know what I was thinking but I moved forward kissing those sweet lips, she tasted like soap, like daises and grapes. She kissed back clearly excited but tenderly not wanting to go any faster or harder then I was the room silent but the clacking of our kisses and the sound of my own breathing in my head till I pulled back "I'm sorry I shouldn't-"

"Sorry? What on earth are you sorry for? I kissed you I should be the one apologizing"

"Please, don't apologise. Tis a great honor to be kissed by a king" she blushed

"Well I am honoured to kiss such a lovely lady." I smiled "and, please. When were alone, call me Thomas"

"Very well Thomas. Y/n"

"Y/n, that's the most beautiful name I've ever ever heard" I smiled "and uhh that was my... First kiss"

"Well, your very good" she smiled "you'll will be late to meet your advisor" she said going to the door

"Y/n." I said stopping her

"Yes?"

"Kiss me again?"

"Yes my king" she smiled...

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vimbry · 3 years

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anyway here’s my powerpuff predictions for the show/state of tumblr late 2021-22 should the pilot make it to air

got a few things for the clothes:

they have colour-coded outfits to show a bit of effort. they are dropped 2 episodes in.

they start off in regular clothes until re-grouping. one of the sisters pulls a stripy dress out of their closet causing another to remark “ch, you still have that?”

they’re not brave enough to lean into the quirkiness of a set of matching triplets so to make up for that they’ll have another character lampshade it when one of the powerpuff runs into the scene to tell them something with “seriously, do you own any other clothes?” or, “so, let me get this straight, you and your sisters wear the same outfits?” “umm uh ya it’s.. kind of our thing, whatever”.

the professor will be deconstructed as an emotionally neglectful or damaging helicopter parent, the dynamo robot from the cartoon becomes a defining event of childhood trauma.

he’ll also be ambiguously bi but they won’t take the rep any further than a comment that he “experimented in college” joke which is funny because he’s a scientist but he actually meant a dude. it will never be brought up again, except for equally as weak tension with HIM.

the cw clumsily advertises the introduction of HIM with tone-deaf tweets about what a trans icon he is, which are deleted within five minutes of sending. the discourse afterwards, however, lives on. both sides of the “is it problematic to like HIM” debate are lethal. he also inexplicably looks 21.

remember how mojo/HIM were the rowdyruffs’ evil gay dads played for laughs? this will continue. uncritically. the execs think this is a good thing.

princess/blossom is the largest ship in the fandom. enemies to lovers. lots of fanart of their capitalist/lefty traits highlighted with the two facing away but side-eyeing one another in that “and yet I love you” way.

it’ll be too late for any actual trump satire but fuzzy lumpkins will have an oblique referencing to making townsville great again

princess morbucks becomes the awkward 4th powerpuff after an unwarranted redemption arc.

(gangreen gang guy voice) “hey boss remember that monkey band thing you were in 5 years ago”

speaking of the gangreen gang they won’t be green. they might wear green if we’re lucky. but they’ll just be guys now. conventionally attractive guys. also closer in age to the powerpuffs so they can have a slightly more moral callback to ace/buttercup as their defining relationship. team acebuttt. there’s discourse over this too.

#long post #tbh that ace buttercup episode was a Very weird one and people would be right to hate this if it comes back #it will #ghfjk

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years

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Radio Romance (Doyoung x reader, Jaehyun)

This was on my wattpad too! Do check them out, I am working on my SuperM fanfiction.

Warning : Fluff, Doyoung and Jaehyun are radio DJs! Sweet ones obviously

fluff and safe for work ;)

enjoy !!!

A great hit by Adele fades out as the familiar prelude to my beloved radio segment chimes in. The catchy yet simple jingle makes me perks my ears.

"Good evening citizens! This is DJ Doyoung"

"And this is DJ Jaehyun. You are now listening to Night Paradise of One Two Seven Regular Radio"

"Where you can relax and sleep with sweet dreams." Said Doyoung.

"The time now is nine o'clock. It is Wednesday May 8 and tonight we will receive your song requests and of course the favorite Radio Romance program is still available." Jaehyunexplains their rundown.

I go to turn up the music louder, well the channel I am tuning in right now is our Campus' radio station and since freshman days, this radio station really helps me during the stress nights before finals until the lonely nights when I miss mother's home cook meal. I really love the program, listening to music, witnessing a guy confess to a girl he likes, sometimes I just like to listen to the bickering of the DJs, and mostly I just like having sounds in my silent room. I share an apartment with a foreigner from the same country but he is currently busy. And during these nights, the radio really entertains me.

"As we collect your messages and requests, first composition tonight will be from the latest hit by NCT. As the night is still early, we think a lot of our listeners are still sticking their nose to books and papers. To energize you, we present you Highway to Heaven." Jaehyun's deep voice echoes.

I smiled; this song is currently my mood booster. Picking up my pen, I can return to read my textbook and try my best to study more; Though it is challenging for me to keep on reading, instead of singing on top of my lungs while dancing wildly. As much as I want to do those two badly, I know that my parents sent me here to the United States from the Country of Ginseng and Kimchi to learn something and be someone. Halfway through the song, I can't hold back my feelings and grab my phone.

I quickly text a private message to someone,

"Seriously.. I can't focus. Finals are around the corner. Mum will kill me if A is not present."

I Hit the send button and locked my phone. I must not get carried away into chatting. That will end my life.

After calming my excited nerves with water, the radio DJs return with different love confessions and questions.

Ranging from

"What should I do to get this girl's attention? I'm super shy while she's the total opposite." The two each suggested dating advices. Which I believe were not from their experiences. It's definitely a google answer.

"I just broke up with my boy friend, and I need more comfort songs. Can you two please fulfil my request. Thanks, and DJ Jaehyun you're the best." To which Doyoung replies jokingly "Noted. More love songs. DJ Doyoung is in charge of songs tonight. You pick the wrong guy."

"I can't sleep tonight. I need to finish 3 works by 7 a.m. tomorrow. Please tune up the bpm." Jaehyun's cheeky remarks was "I think coffee will help you better than us. Our program ended at 10.. anyways, we hope you for the best! Fighting!"

Those are messages coming into their homepage

"Now moving on to the tweets, I have.." Doyoung laughs a bit

"To @osaka_prince I really miss you, let's meet for Takoyaki this week. Call me asap. From @nct_is_life"

"You heard that @osaka_prince, someone misses you! And next we have.."

tHis time Jaehyun's soothing voice exits the stereo

"To @ice_yongie how are you doing? I heard you tune into this channel regularly. Wish you all the best for your finals. From @fire_jung"

"Right... to every students, please stay healthy, have enough sleep, and prepare for your finals." Jaehyun said and continue with two more mentions.

After that they play another hit song, this time as the atmosphere starts to go bittersweet. Their choice was Because of You by Taeil.

The sweet voice and words I understands, made a good company for me. I finish reading my books as the last beat of the song drops and Doyoung'strademark voice comes in.

"We have one more hour to accompanyyour night. Now for the news, we have one from the school's Baseball team, one from the hospital and another from the cafeteria. After the news we'll head on to the Call Me Maybe segment. Please wait for it."

Jaehyun reads the news about the upcoming grand Baseball match this Thursday, it's Trojans vs Eagles. Don't forget to come with all your Trojans attire and merchandises we all know how the season will end. Winning is our middle name.

The next news was only about reminding students to take care of their health during finals and a new boba stall will open this Monday. Discount 50% for first 100 cups.

No matter how cheap that will be, I know I can't skip class just to queue for a boba. Not if I want to have my ass bloody red.

The Call Me Baby segment comes after 2 other compositions and oddly I love this segment. Though it may be weird to some people, listening someone making a voice note on air to their special ones and getting no reply.. still there is something in my heart that likes hearing those.

Apparently a lot of calls were desperate. From 5 voice message, 2 are clearly in a phase of knowing someone and trying to win their heart, the other 3 are asking how someone has been.. clearly they broke up one misses the other one, but have no choice other than to use the radio to ask his or her condition. Ego always wins right?

I feel bad for those three who cannot directly ask how the people who used to be special to them is feeling right now. Lucky I'm not in that condition.

Then they take a break with several advertisements and music.

I leave my room to wash my face and clean my books. Well I am sleepy, but I am waiting for someone to return home.

The radio DJs are currently online with the twitter. Since it is impossible to read every tweet on air, they take time answering some lucky listener's tweets. I scroll my twitter and smiles a little when my tweet got replied.

"Have strength! You can do it~" – DJ Doyoung

I retweeted it and afterwards continue scrolling and reading a lot of replies and stories. Apparently there's much more than love and broken heart problems. Some are posting questions of which food to eat, some are just saying hi, several others requested songs; others even post thank-you letters for the two DJ who work hard to make their nights enjoyable and fun.

I glance at the clock. It is 30 minutes to their closing. Turns out two hours is not a long time. Hufht if only every two hours lectures can be this quick and enjoyable.

The last segment was the story sharing time. Basically everyone can submit their inspiring stories to the channel's email and then the team will choose which one is good to share. Tonight the speaker was none other the school's favorite baseball captain. Lee Taeyong... he shares his baseball career path. He shares his hard works, his passion, and what keeps him moving forward. His 10 minutes talk is inspiring. I wiped a tear that falls from my eye, his story is really touching.

Jaehyun and Doyoung also seem to honor the man talking on air right now. They salute his never ending passion and hard work. Taeyong gets to greet some of his fans and cheer them up. The segment ends after 15 minutes and Both DJ wraps his visit by telling all listeners to support Taeyong and his team on field this Thursday.

More tweets are read and replied directly on air, soothing songs for sleeping also fills the room.

"We did not realize time is running. It was fun listening to your feeling. The stars are starting to shine on the clear sky. You might want to take a peek out of your window for a moment.And as the night deepens,our segment must end after this." Doyoung shares his regret.

"Right, we are sad Paradise Night is over, but worry not for we will see you again this Friday. Please keep on tuning into One Two Seven Regular Radio. I am DJ Jaehyun"

"and I am DJ Doyoung"

"We present you the last composition, UN Village by Baekhyun. Sweet Dreams and Good night." The two host harmonize and the calm upbeat prelude from UN Village takes over their voice.

My phone lights up as the song almost reach its chorus.

"I'm done. Going home now.. wait for me!"

I typed a reply and turn the volume louder.

I know that, I know that, I know Yes we are now

Hannam-dong UN Village hill Looking up at the moon from the hill

I walk from my room to the small balcony. The radio song fluently escapes my opened room. Isomehow remembered that Jaehyun or Doyoung earlier said the sky is bright. Turns out I can see sea of stars tonight. It's relaxing and pretty.

The front door of my apartment opens and closes. I turn around and see someone returning home with a tired face but a smile is still there.

"Thank you for waiting me... the stars are dancing tonight and the moon is big!" His attention distracted by the picturesque sky in front of our eyes. He stands beside me, one hand over my waist to bring me close to his warm body.

You and me, umm yeah

UN Village hill, eh

Side by side we look at the moon

We sway to the rhythm and the song ends not long after it. It was a nice closing song!

"I should be the one to say thank you!" I turn my head to face him.

He looks puzzled but a hint of smugness can't escape his lips which form a smile.

"Me? Why?"

"Because you did a great job hosting Paradise Night! I don't feel lonely and I can study better. Thanks to you and Jaehyun." I hug him and bury my face on his chest.

Doyoung softens at my words and returns my hug "Anything for my girl! Now, let me shower from the sweat of walking home.. and maybe I need some ramen tonight. I'm always hungry after hosting the radio." He walks to his room and after collecting his clothes and towel, he enters the toilet.

I make my way to the kitchen. Taking a pot to boil water and choosing our favorite night snack. While he clean himself under the shower, I prepare the dish and the side dishes.

"Hmmm it smells amazing! Thanks for cooking it for me." Doyoung greets me with a fresh smell of mint shampoo and he takes the sit across of me.

"Saranghae~" he sincerely gives me a heart with his fingers and digs into the food.

After a stifled laugh, I also begin eating mine.

Once again a beautiful night spent with the best radio DJ, who is luckily mine. Doyoung... na do saranghae💛

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timeandspacenovelist · 3 years

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Wargames Worries

Set before and after Wargames 2020.

The sweet but peaceful tones of “A Whole New World” filled the air with a relaxing atmosphere as Candice LeRae hummed along. She just taken out a nice turkey (it was a week after Thanksgiving, allow her) and she set it alongside the other lovely dishes on offer. Today was planning day for WarGames and in addition to going into war with these ladies, she also got on decently well with them. She and Dakota had patched things up after their falling out last year and Raquel seemed alright. Toni and she had met a few times over the past two years or so and she liked her, so that’s good as well. So in order to make this day as good as it could be, alongside the turkey there was a lobster, some Texas ribs and some snacks imported from New Zealand. Now all that was needed was for the guests to arrive. She checked the clock, 3:00pm. Johnny had his game to watch, so he would be occupied. She didn’t want him blabbing about anything unintentionally. She had to outright click delete on a tweet that he was about to send that was gonna reveal Indi as Ghostface before the time called for it. She loved him so much, but honestly, he frustrated her sometimes. She took a few cleansing breaths as she thought about the day ahead.

“Ok, first time planning as WarGames captain. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m in control. Rhea did it last year, what’s the worse that can happen?” she said to herself. Maybe it was gonna be a good day. Then the doorbell rang.

She opened the door to three smiling faces who no doubt got a whiff of the food as they almost bulldozed past her. She was glad that part was a success, at least.

“So how are you guys doing?” she asked, trying to start off the get together on a friendly note.

“Well, Raquel and I just finished working out and Toni.. What did you say you were doing again?” Dakota stated and then asked.

“Mmmm? Oh, I was getting some new gear,” Toni said, her mouth full with lobster, “I’m really sorry Candice but I hadn’t eaten today and it looked so nice.”

“That’s fine Toni. It was for you anyway.” Candice said, a smile appearing on her face because of the Australian’s love for the food. She hadn’t quite gotten a chance to ask Toni exactly why she liked lobster so much, but one day she’ll tell her.

“Where’s Johnny?” Raquel asked, the Latina taking Toni’s initiative and digging into the turkey.

“In the bedroom, watching the game.”

“Don’t you two usually watch together?”

“Yes, but today, we’ve got something important to do.” The captain of Team Candice and the namesake, (Dakota suggested Task Force X but was rejected), then went over to the couch and picked up her iPad. She flicked through a few unneeded pictures (she didn’t know why she had a picture of Pawdme’s paw) before settling on the picture of the plans she spent last night drawing up.

“I figured since we’re up against some tough competition, we’d best prepare as well as we can. No four on 1 attacks this time.” That was slightly disappointing to her as they had enjoyed the use of the numbers game a lot over the past few weeks, but this time, they had to go toe to toe.

“Umm, Candice?” Dakota said, her hand raised in the air like a diligent student.

“Dakota, you don’t actually have to put your hand up.” Candice said with a soft smile.

“Ah, sorry. Force of habit,” the Kiwi said, blushing slightly in her embarrassment, “who’s gonna be the first one going into the cages?” It was a valid question. They had unexpectedly lost the advantage match so they would have to enter first. The person who went in first usually would be the one to set the pace and hang on, Candice herself knowing that personally.

“Well, I was gonna suggest that....” The sentence wasn’t completed as the trio were startled by the shout of Dakota who’s shocked face melted into a warm wide grin as she realized the mysterious person who touched her was Pawdme. The captain of Team Kick sunk to her feet and began to play with the Garganos’ dog, rubbing her belly and giving her high fives.

“Dakota, are you gonna listen to what I’m saying, or are you gonna play with Pawdme?” Candice sighed and asked, already knowing the answer. Every time she came over, this always happens.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” she responded, clearly distracted by the rather cute pup.

Candice just shook her head and turned her attention to Toni and Raquel. Toni was, albeit still, paying a lot of attention to her lobster, but she was at least listening. “So, Raquel, I think you should enter the ring second. That way you can help clean up any messes we might have dealing with two of Team Shotzi’s members.”

“I got you Cap,” Raquel said, before she was interrupted by the throat clearing of one Dakota Kai. “sorry, other cap.” Dakota nodded her head and continued playing with Pawdme. Raquel was about to speak again when a loud cheer interrupted her. Johnny came out (well, ran out) of the bedroom like an excited kid who was bringing a report card for their parents to see.

“Sorry, Candice, but I just gotta tell you. I got it. My bet actually paid off!” the exuberant founder of the Gargano Way stated, as proud as he possibly could be.

“What bet is that?” Toni asked, her face showing one of intrigue and interest.

“He bet $500 that Higgins would score two touchdowns this game. It obviously paid off.” Candice stated, giggling at her husband’s excitement over it.

“Yep! Oh baby, Hollywood’s coming in clutch once again!” Johnny said.

“Hollywood, eh?” Toni said, intrigued by the nickname. Her boyfriend watched it, but she never paid attention when he talked football. She had no idea what a touchdown was, but it was obviously good as he got two, and Johnny was happy. She honestly knew little about sports other than wrestling, but was willing to try it if it was interesting to her.

Candice turned to see Raquel looking sheepishly at her, almost like there was something she wanted to say, but felt like it would be wrong to. “If you’re gonna say it, go ahead and say it, Raquel.”

“It’s the Cowboys, they’re playing the Browns. I mistimed the schedule. I thought we had more time before the game began.” the large Latina said, her point coming across very clearly.

“Fine.... go ahead and watch the game. But you better listen when Toni and I talk about the plan with you.” Candice said, like an exasperated mom.

“Thank you so much!” Raquel said as she hurried inside with Johnny, not before flicking Dakota for her interruption earlier, who responded with a playful jab in kind.

“Score’s 21-14 right now. Best watch your head there, the doorway’s a bit..... Ah see I told you to watch your head.” Johnny told her, his warning coming too late.

“Well, Dakota’s playing with Pawdme so her attention is gone, essentially. Raquel’s watching the game with Johnny, so it’s up to the two of us. You ready Toni? Toni?” Candice explained before trying to get Toni’s attention. She then heard a small sound before listening closer and hearing the loud but soft music of Queen, in particular, ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’. Toni had her headphones in her ear and was scrolling down her phone on Twitter. Candice could only shake her head and smirk. She was 25 once too, and she did the same thing, albeit with a less high-tech phone.

She sighed, and she shut down the iPad. It was low on power, anyway. She did try. She did honest to God try. Maybe being a captain was a lot more difficult than Rhea made it out to be. Then again, she never had any team meetings. She was better than her there. Maybe one day when she’s less mad at her for the multi-woman beat down thing, she and Rhea would have a talk about WarGames last year that they had been meaning to have. She checked the clock, 3:30. It had only been a half hour. She shook her head and took out the cupcake she had brought for herself to eat as she let the vocalizing of Freddie Mercury send her thoughts to another place. Come Sunday, they’d just wing it.

Everything hurts. Everything aches. Turns out WarGames isn’t the most pleasant experience in the world. You’d think Candice would realize that after getting her ass kicked by four women for almost half an hour last year. But in her mind, Shotzi needed to be punished. Unfortunately, that punishment meant a broken arm and feeling very, very sore. But a win is a win, and she’s won two WarGames matches now, so that was nice. She looked to her left and gave a warm smile to Toni Storm, who responded in kind before wincing a bit as she tried to move fully on her side to turn to her friend.

“Hey..... thanks for letting us crash at your place for tonight and heal up.” the Aussie said in recognition of the Garganos’ hospitality. Candice (well, mostly Johnny) had decided that the rest of Team Candice could stay at their house tonight, so they wouldn’t have to drive home in pain. It was the least she could do as they put their bodies on the line tonight to win.

“It’s no problem, really. We all needed a place to rest and recuperate after the match and we have more than enough room here.” Candice replied.

“I’m sure Dakota is very thankful for your help, as well. She’ll just let you know when she wakes up. She got hammered, literally.” Toni said, as Candice turned to her right to see a soundly sleeping Dakota Kai, who had taken the lion’s share of the punishment. She had been the most difficult to get into bed because of her soreness and hadn’t taken long to fall asleep.

“You guys can thank me by healing up and getting better” Candice then took the bell she had on her chest and rang it as loud but as gentle as she could in order to alert the person who gave it to her. She had been in the opposite role many a time, but now she was glad it was her turn to be pampered. The door flew open to reveal an attentive Johnny Gargano awaiting his next order.

“You rang?”

“Could you bring me a cup of water, please? My throat’s a little parched.” Candice asked nicely.

“No problem. Nurse Gargano is at your service.“ Johnny said with a salute as he went off to get the drink. Yeah, Candice could definitely get used to this.

Toni tossed and turned in bed as she suffered from the nightmare again. It was the third time in four weeks she had gotten it, and it wasn’t stopping anytime soon. She honestly hadn’t wanted to do it at all, but she rolled to her side in order to fight off the seemingly invisible enemy and she hit Dakota as she flew off the bed and fell down on the surprisingly soft carpet. Dakota would need to make a mental note to tell them about it. The sudden thud and that wail of pain woke Candice up from her slumber and shook Toni from her nightmare. The bell was rung, and it was Raquel, not Johnny, who had answered. In addition to winning the match for the team, Raquel had taken the least amount of damage and so was fit for duties as a caretaker temporarily.

“What happened? What’s going on?” Raquel asked as she burst in.

Candice looked over to the fallen Kiwi and then the shaking Aussie, and put two and two together. When she switched places with Toni, she didn’t expect this to happen. “Toni had a nightmare, swung wildly and knocked off Dakota.”

Dakota hadn’t realized when it happened. All she knew was that she was on the floor, in the air, and then back on the bed. As her realization started sinking in, she noticed the towering figure above her and smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem. You’re my Hermana. I wanna do stuff like this for you.” Raquel said, straightening and fluffing Dakota’s pillow.

Dakota wasn’t a multilingual person, far from it. But she knew a little bit of Spanish and knew that Hermana meant sister. She smiled at the term of endearment by the Latina. “Sister, eh? Does that mean I get to borrow your clothes? I might need to fix some of them though, just to fit little old me.” Dakota said, smiling at her friend.

“Oh, shut up.” Raquel said laughing as she ruffled Dakota’s mane and left the room, seeing that the other problem was being well handled by Candice.

Candice had her arm around Toni and was rubbing her shoulder as the Aussie finally calmed down. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok. You’re alright now. What was the dream about?”

“...... The I quit match.” Toni said after a few seconds of building up courage to say it. Candice understood immediately. It was Toni’s last match in NXT UK and she’d almost gotten seriously hurt towards the end. She assumed the nightmare stemmed from the WarGames recently and all the stuff around it must have reawakened it in her.

Candice took Toni’s hand in hers and held it tight. “Hey, you don’t have to worry about that now. I’m here, with you, in this nice bed. I’ve got your hand, You’re safe. Now I think we can lie back down and go to sleep, but as long as you know that I’ve got you. Ok?”

“Ok.” Toni said, nodding. Toni eased back onto the bed and kept a strong hold of Candice’s hand. Candice stayed up until she felt the strong grip loosen and loosen until she looked over and saw her sleeping. Candice, upon seeing that, was now content. She took a little longer, but she also eventually fell back to sleep as well, dreaming of her Prince Charming..

“Rise and shine, people! Up and at them. Time for breakfast.” Johnny shouted as the clock struck 8:00 am. Seeing as they were normally early risers, Johnny decided to let them sleep in a bit but now, he was ready. The three women sleepily walked out of the bedroom, still sore but less so than last night.

“Morning honey.” Candice said as she walked over and kissed her husband to greet him. She did smirk at the gagging sounds done by Dakota and Toni mocking her for her show of affection.

“Get a room you two.” Toni said, feeling much better after her nightmare last night.

“It’s our house, thank you very much. So what do you have prepared for us today, Chef Gargano?” Candice said laughing.

“Well, with some.... ok a lot of help from Raquel, we got up early, and we made toast and eggs and sandwiches and we got orange juice and water. All you need for a lovely breakfast to give you a good start to the day.” Johnny said, looking quite proud of his accomplishment, well, his and Raquel’s accomplishment.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Dakota admitted to her large friend.

“You never asked. Ten months together and you never once asked if I could cook?” Raquel questioned with an air of lightheartedness surrounding it.

“Never got the chance?” Dakota said in response.

“Eat your damn breakfast. I worked hard on it so you best enjoy it.” Raquel said smiling as she sat down to eat, which gave the cue to everyone else to dig in.

“Yes, sir.” Dakota said saluting the Texan. The five of them sat down and ate their well-prepared breakfast, talking about the matches and how it went. Johnny and Candice spoke about bringing in Austin and Indi full time to train them. Toni talked about challenging Io, much to the annoyance of Raquel, but they agreed they’d settle in the ring when the time came. Dakota, to what she thought was away from Candice’s view, snuck food under the table for Pawdme, until Candice caught her but allowed her to give one piece to the dog before she had to stop. Eventually the breakfast was finished and Toni, Raquel and Dakota said their goodbyes and went home. Later that day, the Garganos were having a chat about the experience.

“I really think we should do this more often,” Johnny said as he kissed Candice’s arm injured, “of course, hopefully when you’re not hurt.”

“Well, the next time that WarGames comes around....,” Candice said as she kissed his cheek before slapping him on the head, “you go in the cage instead.” she said, laughing as Johnny rubbed his head in pain.

#candice lerae #toni storm #raquel gonzalez #dakota kai #johnny gargano #wargames #nxt #fanfic #fanficiton #wwe fanfiction #angst #comfort #fluff #friendship

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peanutbutterpanda3 · 3 years

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Here's chapter 2

So. All Might," She smiled over the top of her coffee cup. They were perched atop a building, watching the traffic below them. He glanced over, taking a sip as she collected her thoughts.

"Hhmm. I'm trying to think of things I can ask you that I can't just google... Umm... Favorite color?"

"Yellow. You?" He smiled.

"Mm, blue. How does your hair stay up like that?" She queried

"I lather rinse and repeat every time," he joked. She punched him in the shoulder.

"Why are you such a freeaboo?"

"A what?"

"What's with the American antics?"

He took another sip of tea and shrugged, "i grew up with a American hero movies. Thought it would be great."

"And?" She prompted.

"And?" He asked.

"Is it great? Being a hero?"

"...The best," he beamed. They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the sunshine and street noise. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and plugged in headphones.

"Am I being boring? Is she gonna leave? Oh shit, I blew it." All Might thought, panicking.

"Here," she offered a tiny earbud to him, scooting closer. All Might blinked and accepted it, confused.

"I love music, can't go a day without it," she sighed, scrolling through miles of playlists. She found one she liked and hit play, an unfamiliar American song played gently in the background as they returned to people watching. It added a touch of romance to the scene, All Might thought, leaning closer. She smiled and kicked her feet as they dangled over the edge.

"I used to be afraid of heights," she said suddenly, peaking down between her feet, "well, of falling from those heights, I guess."

All Might looked down too, all he saw were people and cars, nothing to be afraid of. He did spot a purse snatcher though. He gently handed her the earbud, "I'll be right back, don't move," he said, settling his drink next to her. He dropped to the street and apprehended the hooligan with little effort. Handing him off to an officer on the next block, he jogged back to their perch. He looked up. Her feet bounced in a rhythm while she listened to her music and sipped her drink. He jumped up to retake his place. She handed him his drink and shuffled closer than before, so he leaned back on his hand, casually placed just behind her far side. She offered him the earbud again and he accepted.

"Shit," she spat a few moments later, jerking out of the calm they had created, "what time is it?"

"Umm, 3:30?" All Might asked, checking his phone. She stood, earbud falling from his ear as she gathered them both together.

"I gotta go. I'm supposed to do this panel for new creators. Um. Hang on, here" she offered him her phone, "put your number in, we can chat." He hesitated.

"I'm not supposed to give out my number... Fans and all that..." He mumbled, smile fading. She looked away and replaced her phone in her pocket.

"Oh. Sorry. Misread... The... Um situation," she cleared her throat, "anyway. I guess then I'll see you later. Some time. You can look up my channel, Valkyrie Cosplays. I usually read the comments so... Maybe we can... Yeah. Anyway. It was really nice to meet you, All Might," she babbled, shaking his hand before turning and running for the far edge of the building, leaping out into the air. A few seconds later, All Might saw her rise far above the buildings and shoot off into the distance.

"Good going, Toshinori. Can't give out your number? What an idiot," he mentally kicked himself for blowing it, "the first girl you talk to in months and you blow her off because of some silly rule." He shook his head and lept of toward the agency to file his reports for the day. He thought about music the rest of the night.

The next morning All Might turned on the radio during his morning workout. The trainer gave him a look, but said nothing as All Might added weights to the bar.

"Goooood mooorning, ladies and gents! I'm your morning host, Present Mic. And heeree we go, kicking off another ten songs in a row to get you through that early morning commute. But first, let's take a caller! Hey, you're on with the Mic! What's your name?"

"Hey. Can I request a song? Can we do this again by NightOwl? Going out to a certain big hero I worked with yesterday. If he's listening, I left you something where we had coffee. Thanks!" The caller said, hanging up.

"Well, looks like some hero's got a secret admirer! Good luck to him and to you, caller! Hey hero! Don't let that one get away! Here's Can we do this again by Night Owl kicking off our ten in a row and maybe somebody's love story," Mic said as the music began. All Might smiled as he lifted to the bouncy pop song. Maybe he hadn't completely blown it yesterday. He'd just have to go find out.

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"Ok, if he doesn't show up by 9, he didn't hear it and isn't coming," Valkyrie whispered to herself from her perch across the street. She was watching the building they had sat on the day previous hoping to catch a glimpse of the big blonde hero again. She had called the local radio station at 6, hoping to catch him working out.

"A guy like that had to workout, right?" She scowled. "Maybe not; maybe his quirk was just that good."

She sat on the roof, back against an air conditioning unit, waiting, headphones in her ears. At five to nine, she stood, dusting herself off, frowning.

"Damn. Guess he didn't hear it," she grumbled, stretching her arms above her head and packing away her music, "should I take it with me?.... No, just in case." She thought, turning back briefly.

She turned away, taking off from the to roof with a great flap of her wings. All Might watched her soar out of sight and smiled. He stood from his own hiding place down the block and lept over to their spot. He found a flash drive sitting on the wall, "For AM" written on the edge.

He flipped it over, finding a phone number written on it. He smiled, tucking the drive carefully into a pocket.

When he returned home that night he grabbed his laptop and crashed on his couch. He skimmed his official message boards and agency email before turning to yo_tube finding his new favorite channel.

" Hey, Feathered Friends! I'm still here in beautiful Tokyo for the Tokyo Blast fundraiser! I met sooo many cool creators here! Lots of new cosplay ideas too, so new videos should be rolling out when I get back home. I also met someone my Japanese fans probably know, All Might!" She held up a tabloid magazine featuring a photo of the two.

"He was super cool and awesomely nice! Maybe I'll do a fem-cosplay for next year's Blast. It would be awesome to represent such a cool hero. Leave your thoughts in the comments! Any other heros to meet or cosplay?" She looked at the magazine. "I have no idea what this says. Someone translate for me? Thanks so much! Here is the video of the Create and Craft for Noobs panel I was on today! Lots of great tips for beginners! Also, today's tweet along song, Can we do this again by NightOwl, check it out in the description below. I hope a certain hero is watching. He should totally message me on my social media. Byebye! Catch you on the fly!" She winked and gave a peace sign again before the video went to her panel video. He backed up and paused on her face, studying it. He pulled out the little flash drive looking it over again before plugging into his computer. He navigated into the drive's contents, finding a group of mp3s and a video file. He clicked the video.

"Um... Hey! I guess my plan worked, you found the flash drive! I couldn't stop thinking about you, so," she cleared her throat, looking away and blushing, "I made you a playlist." She was sitting in a hotel room, cross legged on the bed, dressed in shorts and a tank top, hair a little messy, like she had been asleep just before. He studied her face as she gathered her thoughts before speaking again, still looking away from the camera.

"All Might? It would be.... Um... Do you think we could.... I want to see you again. Maybe we could take some time to... I dunno, see the sights? Maybe just get another coffee and chat? You're easy to talk to. It's been awhile since I felt like I had someone to talk to like that..." She looked at the lens, giving a small smile. He felt a small flutter in his chest as she ran a hand over her hair, swinging her legs off the bed to take the camera over to the window of her room. She turned the lens to view the Tokyo sky line, just as the sun began to rise. He had watched that same sunrise on his morning run.

"It really is beautiful here. This city is amazing. I wish I could see more of it," she sighed off camera, her profile barely visible in the reflection on the window.

"I... Sorry, I'm rambling. Anyway, there is my cell phone number, so text me. If you want. I'll be here... waiting. I hope to hear from you. Um, bye? I guess for now." She turned the camera back toward her face, smiling before the video cut off. He replayed the video again, watching her closely. She seemed... Sad? No... Lonely. That was it. He played through a couple of songs. He recognized the one they'd listened to the day before, and the song from the radio, and a few more popular songs from the States. He pulled out his phone as he listened, pulling up the contact he had made for her earlier in the day. He opened his messaging app, pausing to think of something to write.

It's fine now, why? Because I am texting you!

He hit send before he could rethink the message. He stared at the phone, waiting. Nothing happened. He pulled out the flash drive and checked the number again. It was correct. He refreshed his messaging app. Still nothing. He laid his phone down on his leg and went back to yo_tube.

"Hey, feathered friends! Tokyo Blast is drawing to a close! Just one more day! I almost don't want to come home, I love this city! The food is soooo amazing, and you all know how I feel about seafood"

She made a sour face and laughed. "I might have to extend my trip by a day or two to see some sights! Would you guys mind too terribly? I promise lots of pictures and cool videos? If this video gets 10000 likes, I'll even eat one of those live octopuses" she shuddered and made another face.

He clicked the like button while she continued on

"So, I got someone to translate the magazine headlines for me. Apparently, All Might and I are secretly dating. To be honest with you guys, I would not mind that," she winked, "you know my type."

A few images of her pointing at muscular blonde men photoshopped onto the screen flashed by, obviously cropped from previous videos.

"But unfortunately, we are not an item. Even if it would be great, I have to come home to you all and make more videos! If we were dating, what would All Might and my ship name be? Anyway, my plan is to take a couple extra days after Tokyo Blast finishes up to sightsee and then I'll be flying home, so videos should be going up in a week or so with new props as well as a gift opening vid when everything ships home. I'll also live stream a couple sights as well as the octopus if you guys are feeling mean! Leave your thoughts in the comments! Here is a quick video of some of the awesome people I met today! Today's tweet along song is Zero to Hero from Hercules. Check it out in the description below. Byebye! Catch you on the fly!" She said, with the wink and peace sign. He sat back as her video from the convention played. He had seen the magazines during the day, but no press had bothered him about it. He scrolled down to the comments.

Take all the time you need! We love you!

Show us ur b00bz

Winged Victory!

Val Might

Eat the octopus, valkyrie! >:}

Vallmight

Wingd vic0ry

God leave All Might out of this your just lookign for subs

You 2 wuld b so cut 2gether! Val Might 4eva

He snorted at a couple, frowning at the more rude comments. All Might shifted checking his phone again. Still no response. Maybe he should just text her again with a 'hey, it's me'?

His phone buzzed with an incoming text. His hands spasmed and he flung it onto the chair across from the couch. He took a deep breath, gathering his wits before setting his laptop aside and grabbing his phone. He unlocked the screen.

Hey, AM! U up for a nite out? New club opening 2nite downtown

~Mic

He sighed harshly. It wasn't even her. He left the message unanswered and went back to his laptop. He clicked through her page, looking for popular uploads. He watched a couple of videos before he worked up the courage to search the name he wanted. He pulled up a new tab, typing in "Val Might" to the search bar. Several links popped up. Mostly news shots of them together after the robbery. There was one still frame of them sitting together on top of the building. They were dangerously close together, closer than he had remembered. He felt the flutter in his chest again. He went to images, most were the news shots, the dangerous picture featured prominently too. What he didn't expect was the fan art. The fan art made him blush. He closed the tab and went back to his fan site message boards, answering a couple questions and listening to his new playlist.

"Maybe she can make me a workout playlist," he mused out loud, bobbing his head to the rhythm. He closed his laptop, standing and stretching. He changed into workout clothes and went for his nightly run. He returned and showered, trying not to think of her sleep shorts and tank top as he did. Failing that, he cranked the water to cold half way through the shower. He toweled off, falling into bed with his phone, scrolling through her videos again. He found her liked videos, most of them being music. The most recent liked video was an old video, the face in the thumbnail all too familiar. He clicked it

I can't believe it! It's only been 10 minutes! He's already saved 100 people!

HAHAHA!

There he is!

It's fine now! Why? Because I am here!

He rolled on his side, stopping the video and staring into space. She went searching for him online the same way he had been. She found THAT video too. Why that one? He started to doze off, thinking about saving her from some faceless evil. The way she would look at him as he swept her up in his arms and kissed her. Her arms wrapping around his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her against the wall and he--

Jerked himself awake from the dream, taking a deep inhale and releasing a shaky exhale. He looked at the time on his phone, 1 am. He also had a message.

#bnha all might #bnha oc #winged victory #melody

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moonlit-manifesto · 6 years

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Heartbreak Red’s Takeover

It’s April 1st, so you know what that means - it’s April Fools’ Day!

Because it’s Uduki Arata’s Hearbreak Red’s month, he’s taken over the Tsukiuta Twitter (@tsukiuta1) and Tsukino Productions website as you’ve probably already seen. I’ll translate some select Heartbreak Red tweets from the throughout the day and put them on this post under the cut. This post will be continually updated throughout the day, so check back at the end of the day to see all of them!

☆Today Begins April☆

Haru: “I would like to give formal thanks to the month of March. Until next year♪”

Arata: “Thanks for your hard work, Haru-san! Don’t worry! I’ll definitely make April an exciting month just like you did!”

Haru: “Ahh, good. I can feel your enthusiasm from those sunglasses and that red scarf.”

Arata: “Yep!”

#Please treat us well, April

Arata: “Now then, it’s time to hand it over to a hero.”

☆It’s April 1st! Everyone Gather ‘Round! It’s a Heartbreak Red Fest☆

Red: “Hey, everyone! It was pretty hard to make updates everywhere with just one person! [referring to the site takeovers] I worked extremely suddenly! So guys, will you join me~ ?”

Red: “Your heart will beat...” [This is part of his catchphrase but doesn’t sound good translated literally lol. The full phrase is “ハートがキュンと来て... ドッコイショ!” (HAATO ga kyun to kite... dokkisho!)

[T/N: In this tweet, he’s supposed to be reading through some requests/mail sent in. As part of the April Fools’ Day campaign, people could actually tweet things to Heartbreak Red, and he’d reply to some of them.]

Red: “There’s ‘heartbreak’ stuff in here. Well, any subject is fine. ‘Go call on Aoi-kun~’ is in Requests (I’ll go catch him when he comes back to the dorms). ‘Anxiety from becoming an official adult in April’ warrants some more serious advice so I’ll throw away my carefree-ness for that one. The carefree-ness will make a return though.”

☆It’s noon! Let’s have some fun!☆

Red: Is everyone enjoying April Fools’ Day~? I admire, and also laugh at, the official staff’s common sense once it became time for their lunch break. Now’s my time to shine! I’m Heartbreak Red. So with this first greeting, let’s try and continue energetically!“

Red: "Your heart will beat…” [everyone’s supposed to respond with ‘ドッコイショ!’/'ba-dump!’]

[The tweets below are some of the requests/messages/etc. that were submitted along with Heartbreak Red’s replies. I’m mainly translating the funny ones since they’re more interesting ^^ ]

[REQUEST]: I want to see a drawing of Hajime-san by Heartbreak Red.

Red: Bam:

[ADVICE]: Red!!! My boyfriend is incapable!!! What should I do to make him more exciting??

Red: "How about me instead!!!”

[REQUEST]: Please call Chisa-chan over

Red: “CHISA-CHI---------------!!!”

Chisa: “I’ve arrived from your call, ta-daaaaa! ‘Your heart will beat - ba-dump-----!!!’ Bye now!!!!!”

Red: “That great energy she gives off is the best!!!!!”

[ADVICE]: My room is really disorganized. How can I make it pretty (´;ω;｀)?

Red: “Take a picture of it with your phone, and look at it and say ‘Wow... it’s better in my imagingation... possibly...’ is what I would recommend (speaking from experience).”

[OTHER]: Arata-kun, how are your nose and throat? [because it’s allergy season]

Red: I’m not Arata, but in regards to hay fever, I seem to be fine for the time being.”

[REQUEST]: Pick a fight with You-kun ◝(●˙꒳˙●)◜

Red: “Hey Cure Curry---!!!!” [reference to Precure, see Tsukiuta’s other prank this year where they turned some characters into magical girls]

You: “Who’re you calling ‘Cure Curry’!! I’ll force-feed you curry!! *angry*”

Red: “He’s a tsundere.”

[later on, he quote-RTed this with a correction]:

Red: “Sorry, sorry, it’s Pure Curry [not Cure Curry].”

You: “Either way, I’m neither of them.”

Red: “Well I’m not Arata either, you know?”

You: “Don’t group me with you *angry*”

[ADVICE]: I’m starting a new chapter in my life, but I’m always bad at self-introductions. Please tell me if there’s something I can do to have a good grasp of it!!

Red: “Try the standard ‘syllabary composition*!’ So for me, it would be ‘shi’: I’m a happy [shiawase] person... ‘tsu’: I have an indifferent [tsurenai] attitude... ‘re’: I cook things using the microwave [renji]... ‘n’: nnn~hmmm and I’m a genial person.”

*[T/N: take a sound/syllable in JP and come up with a word that starts with that sound to describe yourself (in English, it’d be like coming up with a word for each letter of the alphabet). Heartbreak Red kind of cheated on his last one - the ‘n’ sound lol]

[MESSAGE]: Heartbreak Red!! I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!

Red: “Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu I love you tooooooooooooooooooooo!!!”

[REQUEST]: Please give me a supportive message to help me save money in order to move to a different residence 🙋

Red: “With this 10,000 yen, your next place will be 10m^2 in area.. *saying it like an incantation*”

[REQUEST]: Call Koi-kun over~

Red: “Ay, Pink.”

Koi: “So rude~~~~!!! Could you call for me in a nicer way!!!??? I’m on stand-by!!!

Koi: “I’m everyone’s hardworking cheerleader: Kisaragi Koi! Call me Koi-kuuuuun!”

Red: “Alright, thanks. Everyone, send him off with your loudest applause.”

[ADVICE]: I’m nervous and I don’t want to go to tomorrow’s company welcome ceremony and orientation. What should I do?

Red: “I understand, I totally understand. But you should go because there’s bound to be a lot of unexpected, surprising things anyways! During difficult times, just remember me because I’m cheering for you a whole lot. Keep fighting ☆

[REQUEST]: I love Kai-kun! I become a working adult tomorrow, so could he say a few words for me? ♡

Red: “Kai-sannn!”

Kai: “Congrats on becoming a full-fledged adult! I hope you find joy in your work and that it’s something worth pursuing. I think it’s bad to dwell on just the mistakes made in life, so make sure to take a breather without working too hard during the tough times!

[REQUEST]: Dear Heartbreak Red, I want you to call on Issei and Ichiru from QUELL! I want to hear the twins’ thoughts on “unrequited love!”

Red: “Pure Hokkaido guys~~!”

Ichiru: “That’s not us!!”

Red: “Yeah, yeah. This is random, but what do you think of unrequited love?”

Issei: “Erm... Love, umm... *shy* Ichiru, what do you think?”

Ichiru: “Ehhhhh!? Um, I-!!!?? I-I still don’t.... know about stuff like love that well...”

Issei: “Me neither... I think it would be nice to experience something like unrequited love, that’s the kind of love I want to try.”

Ichiru: “Same.”

Red: “A priceless answer. Thanks, guys.”

[T/N: all of the “love” talked about here, including the “love” in unrequited love is “koi,” not “ai”]

[REQUEST]: Heartbreak Red~!!!! Call Kakerun over~~!!!!!

Red: “Kakerun - I’ll give you ice cream if you come over here.”

Kakeru: “Good evening~!! How’s everyone doing~? I’m in good spirits since I got to eat ice cream. Tomorrow is a new you! I’ll take on Angra**, so let’s keep smiling!”

**written as アンラ, I’m assuming this refers to Angra Mainyu which is a boss from Final Fantasy X-2

[OTHER] I want to know what everyone’s favorite kanji is ( *´꒳`* )

Red: “Strawberry” (苺) [of course lol]

Kakeru: “Gold” (金) [also obvious]

Red: “Oh, this has a once-in-a-lifetime meaning!!!”

Kakeru: “Ah, it matches our image color meanings too!!!!”

Koi: “You guys do know the whole business is based on our images, right? Have you been paying attention at all?”

[REQUEST]: Heartbreak Red, as well as whoever’s near you: tell us the color of your underwear!

Red: “You guys like underwear, huh. Mine are the red of victory... Well that’s what I pretend the plain grey is.”

Kakeru: “Dang, what bad timing! Mine are gold! That was a lie! Uhh~ they’re black!”

Koi: “Such a question at a time like this........Mine are red.”

[T/N: Koi’s first sentence was actually the same as Kakeru’s but idk if I got the nuanced meaning correct in Kakeru’s part so I didn’t want to copy the same thing]

[REQUEST]: What kind of lie did Rui-kun tell today on April Fools’ Day?? Please tell us!!!

Red: “Rui-rui~”

Rui: “Were you referring to Minaduki Rui (水無月涙)? I’m actually Minaduki Rui (水無月類). There’s a lot of Minaduki’s around...”

Red: “That joke’s hard to understand based on sound alone, Rui-rui.”

[T/N: Rui just changed the kanji in his first name from 涙 to 類, but both have the same pronunciation so you can’t tell unless you see it written lmao]

[REQUEST]: Please summon Heartbreak Purple and Heartbreak Green!!

Red: “Please heed my request!!! Mainly Green!!”

Green: “I dragged Purple with me ♪”

Purple: “...”

Red: “With that really reluctant face, it must be the right time to do that mean prank I was talking about earlier.”

Purple: *clench*

Green: “If you have something to say, just say it. Come on, Purple!”

Red: “Yeah come on, Purple.”

Purple: “This all started from that one magazine’s survey results, and the fact that this ‘unrequited love army’ has continued to exist worries me.”

Red & Green: “Sounds fair.”

[REQUEST]: No matter what Heartbreak Purple is doing right now, call him over and say your catchphrase together!!

Red: “Yessir!”

Green: “Yessir!”

Purple: “I learned that hesitance gives way to shame, so I’ll say the catchphase.”

Red: “All right! Lol”

Green: “Ok! Lol”

Purple: “Your heart will bea.... You guys, quit laughing *angry*. Will beat.... Ba-dump.”

[REQUEST]: Please call on Yoru-kun! I start work at a new place tomorrow, and my anxiety is unbearable - please say some encouraging words!

Red: “There’s a lot of serious concerns about the anxiety of starting a new chapter in life on April 1st, aren’t there...! Yoruru~n!”

Yoru: “Y-yes! Don’t push yourself too hard, eat properly, rest properly... Keep fighting!”

[This one wasn’t particularly interesting, but I’m a big softie for the yellow softie, Yoru lol]

[REQUEST]: Make a quick one-liner jab at Sakuraba Ryota with all your strength!

Red: “Sakurabaaaan!!!” (he did some “bam” pose) [like something triumphant]

Ryota: “... (expecting something)”

Red: “That dead-cold glare of yours... I could get used to it.”

Ryota: “Please dont.”

[I’m also a big softie for the pink tsun, Ryota. Thanks @syphiria for correcting me on this translation and also noticing all my late-night typos!!]

[REQUEST]: Spread some love to everyone!

Red: “Thanks for all your messages, everyone---!!! It’s almost time for me to go, but it’ll be great if we could meat again next year! When you’re not feeling well, just remember: I’m here, so cheer up~”

Anddd that’s all! These are actually the majority of the tweets since I skipped the more serious ones. The life advice Red gave was mostly the same for those anyways. There were a lot of requests to interact with other characters, but I loved all the cameos haha.

#tsukiuta #heartbreak red #uduki arata #april fools day #twitter translation #my translations

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literaryfaeriecorner · 3 years

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1/29/21: community, love, and... well, really nothing

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January 29th, 2021

today i was thinking about how even in the midst of really terrible shit, there's still some really amazing things that can and do happen.

i hate my job with a passion that literally no one around me can understand. back before the pandemic, teaching in the charter system that i work at gave me constant nightmares and panic attacks. i think i have mild PTSD, actually. seriously. after everything went remote, i found some degree of relief. my nightmares happen less frequently, i tend to have less panic attacks, working from home allows me more physical comfort (no one is forcing me to stand on my feet for 10 hours straight), and it's relatively easier to tweet on the job, lol. however, it's still a big point of misery for me. i feel disrespected by my superiors (i literally got cursed out the other week for a logistical mistake that wasn't even my own), my boss-boss hates me, someone leaked screenshots of an instagram post i made last summer about the state of the education system and the charter network i work for took it as some kind of personal attack and i had to answer for it (weird), and i am one of the most underpaid people in my teaching cohort. they explain this away by saying i don't "meet certain data points," and i dont do this and i neglect to do that but i do just as much work if not more than my coworkers... so. anyway, i just want to get out. i hate it. very badly. my job is one of the main causes of my depressive episodes. i'm only still there because i have rent to pay and i also don't want to leave my kids in the middle of the school year... i absolutely would if i got a new job but it would cause me a bit of agony...

anyway, even in the midst of all that negativity and depression and terribleness... i am strangely glad that i ended up there. today, after one of my most taxing classes (it's not exactly a difficult group of students to teach... i just teach them after two other back-to-back classes and by that point i'm drained and absolutely numb in the brain), two of my coworkers jumped on my zoom link to tell me about a mini scandal they happened upon yesterday.

one of my kids' parents is using her daughter's school-issued laptop to sext with some obviously-catfish internet guy behind her husband's back! they discovered this while using our school's device-monitoring program to make sure the kids weren't cheating during a practice exam. the story and screenshots and talk of next-steps were certainly all hilarious and fun and a nice reprieve from a long, tireless day of remote teaching/chasing after kids/grading terrible fucking papers/getting blamed for everything negative under the sun, but the thing i'm most grateful and feeling blessed for is... community. just sitting on a locked zoom call with two other young women talking trash, shooting the shit, gabbing, sharing scandalous information, dramatically reading corny sexts between two older people was absolutely rejuvenating. it felt like being in middle school or high school again. sitting at a table with your friends after a long morning of classes and just talking shit and hanging out and making sure that everyone was good and could make it through another afternoon of the same old tired, boring, draining, depressing shit. it felt good. and i felt grateful. i no doubt would've slipped into self-pity mode which includes scrolling twitter even though no one has anything good to say, snacking on an unholy amount of girlscout cookies, and napping for the last ten minutes of my break before going into another excruciatingly long period of teaching european history (yuck!).

the thing i hate most about the pandemic is that i am missing out on community. i miss going to bars and clubs and parties by myself and plunging into a room full of people who are also open to meeting someone new, getting into something exciting, running away from home. my favorite part of last school year was getting off of work and heading to dinner with a date, or a friend's house for drinks, or to a book signing or art and culture event. just running around nyc for as long as i could, having as much fun as i could, with as many people as i could before the clock struck 12 and i would have to get up in the morning and play the role of boring, underpaid single female middle school teacher again. now, it feels like i can never escape that role. it feels like my entire life is about being a teacher and being abused and underpaid and stupid and lame and underappreciated. i miss my communities and the identities i found within them.

that's why i was so grateful to my coworkers. for a period of 30 - 35 mins or so, i wasn't just a teacher. i was a friend, a gossip, an asshole, a bitch, a silly girl, a person. a whole person. and i hardly ever feel like a whole person anymore. the four walls of my room don't seem big enough to fit a whole person. just a teacher. just a student. just a failure. just a fuck-up.

i love love. i know they're just my coworkers but i'd be lying if i said i didn't love them. i was also thinking, today, about how people are only in our lives for seasons. and sometimes we know this. like, for example, i know that if i got a job at a new place right this moment (fingers crossed, from this blog to God's ears!!!) that i would leave and probably never hear or speak to any of my coworkers again. and i was thinking how i was ok with this. it wouldn't diminish my love for them in any way or make me feel like i need to find some way to keep them around forever... it just is what it is. i can love them and still know that we aren't meant to be together for too long. we got each other through this hellhole of a job without killing ourselves and that's enough for a lifetime, to be honest.

i was supposed to write all these thoughts way earlier but He messaged me on instagram. He replied to a post of mine talking about WandaVision and apologizing for not texting back last saturday... since this is my blog and im basically anonymous, i'm not ashamed to say that seeing his name pop up on my phone is enough to send me over the moon... especially when it's unexpected and unprompted... he's such a bozo though and i basically let him know... i am a big believer in honesty and eagerness but sometimes a little cool is needed. i brushed off his apology and let him know he was sorry as fuck all the time and then congratulated him on being the kind of person who gets to say "i was just overwhelmed because the judge fucked us over and now i'm working until midnight for the next week." that's probably weird but what can be better than having a job that you like, doing something that you love and that is DEFINITELY helping your career... that's more than what some people have... (i am some people, unfortunately, but i'm looking at getting out of being such a fucking loser)

umm.. it's 1AM now and i have another long, tireless day of being a fucking superhuman aka teacher tomorrow so i'm going to go to bed but i feel like i didn't blog right because i didn't have a clear beginning, middle, end and proper sign off and i know i'm being silly and blogs don't always have to be like that but that's how i feel... but i have to go so that's how it's gonna have to be. i just wanted to write my thoughts down and update my blog because i'm trying to keep my promises to myself in 2021. if i don't keep promises to myself... how will i get anything done?

also He just messaged me back again :) and i have to stare at the message for AT LEAST 30 mins before i can settle into sleep mode.

until next time.

#on love #on community #on teaching #crushes #stream of conscious

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mxn-yoongi · 7 years

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BTS as Kingsman (Taehyung)

-MY LAST MANS

-It here the final one!!!!!!

-Taehyungie lets GOOOO

-So tae’s code name is tristan

-And tristan is like freaking incredible

-I mean so is tae so!!!!!!

-Tae is kind of like the one!!!!

-The ONE

-Tae is ALWAYS. DOING. SOMETHING.

-Give my boy a break!!!!!

-Anyway no

-So taehyung’s favorite weapon is just a standard pistol.

-2 pistols. Dos. not just one. He has to have one for each hand

-But his are like custom as heck

-THeyve got like extended mags bc he needs to mess everyone up IMMEDIATELY no time for reloading

-Plus hes gone and named them and put the names on the guns one of them is Lady and the other is Tramp (((((GET IT)))))

-Oh my gosh i just realized TAEHYUNG IS BASICALLY DEATH THE KID

-Lol

-Moving on.

-They’re a little bigger than normal because his hand ARE BIG YOU SEE THOSE HANDS GUYS

-THEY’RE ALSO SILENCED BC he’ll dole out a whole mag in like 5 seconds if you fuck with him and that’s pretty loud

-Could idk ruin a mission or something

-But i also have this BIG hc that he’s pretty clumsy with the pistols so he REALLY needs the silencer

-Like ‘oh crap i just got scared by a bird tweeting and i just shot the gun on accident. Well i guess my covers blown’ then BLAM BLAM BANG gun sounds you know

-Taehyung has the most kills on his record and not just because of the guns but also bc he get so emotional about stuff and bad people irk him and he just goes on a RAMPAGE but he never kills innocent people SWEAR

-This has kinda gotten long maybe we should get into that actual thing you know

-Okay so tristan is on a super secret mission.

-He has infiltrated the somin cartel. He’s finally got enough information and evidence to TAKE THE CARTEL DOWN. hes been sending it all back to the other guys slowly

-But also remember tae has had to integrate himself into this freaking group so of course he has ties with some people and sure he’s let some innocent people escape but you know all part of the job.

-So one day he sECRETLY contacts kingsman and he’s like’ umm guys one week from today is the day we expose this cartel for what it is and i get out of here.’

-So yeah that’s set.

-BUT WAIT THERES MORE

-You didnt think i was gonna let this go off without a hitch did you

-No lol im not that nice

-TAE IS CAPTURED

-CAUGHT

-MULTIPLE YIKE

-Somin has been suspicious of taehyung since he entered and she made sure he wasn’t up to anything bad (but good actually bc shes the bad guy here)

-AND NOW ONE OF HER GOONS HAS REPORTED HIM FOR BEING A MOLE

-o h fuvk

-So thats how he ends up in the infamous room of horror

-The morgue

-They call it that bc dead you know

-Tae has been in this room many times but he was never on the receiving end.

-Now he’s sitting in this chair with a busted lip, a black eye and what could possible be a broken nose but theyre not sure yet

-Dont get me wrong taehyung is one of THE BEST kingsman agents and yeah he could get out of this in the blink of an eye but this mission has been in the works for a year and he’s not going to risk failing

-But he also literally has no way of getting in contact with the other guys to tell them whats going on

-This was probably going to be the end but tae has come to terms with it you know

-At least maybe the mission would still be a success

-Oh my gosh imagine if this were some jason x kaneki type torture fuck that

-No, taes torture has more like very very hard hits and extremes like forcing his hand in ice water for long periods of time, or maybe umm cigarette burns idk anything about torture im a softie

-Getting back to it

-So its time for a lil shift change and in enters YOU

-They call you THE REAPER

-CAN YOU BELIEVE

-Its because everytime you walk into this room you come out with a dead body and oh my gosh what has this become

-Tae is like looking down at the ground and he looks like a freaking limp noodle because he just cannot hold himself up

-THIS IS IT

-You look at everyone around you and point at the door

-‘Everyone out unless you want to end up 7 feet under’

-everyONE IS OUT BC THEY WONT fuvk wiith you

-So everyone exits the room and you lock the door and nobody can see in and you crack your knuckles and walk over to tae and he’s like hopeless (where’s j hope when you need him?) at this point

-And you walk around behind him and

-‘I want to hear you scream baby’

-Then yoU BEGIN UNTYING HIS RESTRAINTS

-WHAT A TWIST OF EVENTS

-You probably guessed it though

-Taehyung is confuse because you’re the reaper what the fuck

-‘Wait wait what are you doing’

-‘I’m getting you out of here. I need you to scream for me. Like you’re in pain’

-He starts screaming like this boy has got some lungs so you know it sounds real

-‘I’m undercover for an organization I can’t tell you the name of but from what I’ve gathered in your time here you’re not a bad guy. I’m sure you can get out there and start a new life for yourself. ’

-Taehyung is?????? YOU. THE REAPER. ARE ALSO UNDERCOVER!!!!!

-‘Oh my god I’ve heard you’ve been here for 3 years. Have you really been undercover that long?’

-‘Less talking. We need to make this seem real. I hope you aren’t too fidget because im gonna need to get you into a body bag to get you out of here.’

-‘I’m undercover too...’

-You stop what you’re doing and look at him in disbelief

-‘How did you get yourself caught?’

-‘One of somin’s men heard me reporting back to my agency. We’re taking them down at the end of the week but now i’m thinking we have to do this a lot sooner. Do you have any way i can get in contact with them?’

-You grab your key chain and hand it over to him.

-‘The little baseball doubles as a communication device. Trace the path of the stitches with your finger and it’ll open up’

-Tae is like wtf yet again bc what. He looks at the baseball and gasps bc he’s seen this symbol before

-‘You’re a statesman?’

-You turn to face him SO FAST

-‘How do you know about us?’

-‘I’m Tristan. A kingsman agent’

-‘Nice to meet you. They call me Tequila.’

-Tae begins laughing but not like a wow this is funny laugh but more of a delusional laugh because what are the chances and he really thought he was going to die today but now he gets to live and he’s leaving this place with a BANG

-‘I have an idea’

-You look at him and ask what he’s got in mind

-‘I’m going to tell the other guys to release everything now and how about you and I give these scum of the earth hell.’

-‘I’ve been waiting to do that since i got here’

-You shake on it but taehyung has one more request

-‘Listen, I can’t get out of here but i also need my guns. I can’t do any damage without my babies.’

-‘You can use mine. I’m better with a baseball bat anyway.’ You motion over to the baseball bat on the table of weapons that could be used to torture

-‘No...I need my guns. They were confiscated when I got here. They’re labelled. Lady and Tramp. You can’t miss them’

-‘What makes you think they’re still here?’

-‘I sneak into that room to check on them every once in awhile. I was planning on leaving with them soon so I made sure they were there yesterday.’

-‘Sit down. You need to look like you’re barely hanging onto your life unless you want to get caught.’

-Tae walks over to the table of weapons and grabs a large wrench. He wipes some of his own blood on it before literally throwing it on the ground the noise is so loud that even if you just watched him do it you were still startled

-But fuck that was kind of hot????

-Are you okay?????

-He forces himself to hyperventilate as he lays down on the ground.

-After settling down in a somewhat awkward position taes breathing is very shallow and it really sounds like hes been injured

-This guy could be an actor seriously hes got the looks and he can do this shit.

-‘Okay ill be back soon’

-You walk to the door and open it up and when you walk out you leave it slightly ajar so that people looking in could see him a bit you know

-You walk into the room designated for confiscated stuff and begin looking around in the weapon section.

-You find them at the very bottom meaning hes been here for a bit longer than you thought.

-But umm how are you going to get these out of here

-You remove the extended mags and put them in your back pockets and you put lady in the back of your jeans you know what im talking about right and you cover it with your shirt and tramp goes IN YOUR BRA bc what else are bras for if not holding hidden guns you know

-You walk back to the morgue slowly to not draw attention to yourself and you close the door and lock it and youre safe and taehyung gets up and wow its time to fuck shit up

-‘Umm where are my guns?’

-You toss him the extended mags and grab lady from the back of your jeans before inspecting it

-‘This thing is huge’

-‘Thats what she said’

-You are not amused by his joke

-Anyway you hand the gun over and pull tramp out of your shirt

-Taes eyes are wide bc wo wo wow wowwwww

-You hand the gun over and tae is like umm this thing is warm oh my gosh it was against her skkin fuck thats HOT

-you and tae are a little weird okay

-‘I got in contact with the other boys. They’re releasing everything in approximately two minutes and they’ll be waiting on the west side of the building in a black vehicle. License plate number 287KMN’

-‘I’ve got a bone to pick with Somin. How about we pay her a visit?’

-‘It’s like you read my mind’

-I don’t want to say you guys busted out of that room guns a blazing but

-YOU GUYS BUSTED OUT OF THAT ROOM GUNS A BLAZING

-IM NOT EVEN KIDDING

-You walk out and suddenly manhi manhi manhi gunshots

-BUT you and taehyung are both 100% careful not to shoot anyone that is absolutely innocent in this place.

-You literally look over a taehyung for like 2 seconds and you’re like in a trance.

-This whole man is not letting up with his fury of bullets

-Its kind of like he has aim assist but he doesnt because this is real life and that isnt a thing in real life.

-He really is just pointing and shooting and hes hitting the kill spot every time

-There are men going down like bowling pins as you make your way through the halls.

-He’s not even hesitating. No matter how close or far anyone is theres going to be a bullet in them.

-He’s getting people in front of you two, behind you two, approaching from the left or from the right nobody is safe

-HES BEEN WAIITING FOR THIS

-Since. He. got. Here

-YOUVE RELEASED THE BEAST

-Youre like standing outside somin’s office door and you know shes in there bc theres a lot of commotion going on in there and you figure shes very heavily protected rn

-SO YOU BUST DOWN THE DOOR WITH A FREAKING KICK BECAUSE YOU CAN

-Cue another barrage of bullets but this time its from you and its taes turn to be in a trance because you’re taking them down two at a time with ONE GUN how is that possible.

-Statesman secret apparently

-You take down the last guy in the room and now its just one lee somin.

The final target pretty much

You lift your gun and point it right at her.

-This is it

-You pull the trigger and

-Nothing

-No more bullets

-FUVK

-WHY NOW

-This was gonna be a badass moment and now its ruined.

-‘Tequila.’ you turn to face tae and he tosses you tramp before stepping forward to stand next to you.

-‘Some of the guys have a bone to pick with her too. I’m gonna do it on behalf of them’

-So now here you two are BOTH OF YOU HAVE A GUN POINTED AT SOMIN

-Somin has given up because she knows its over

-At the same exact time you both pull the trigger and somin goes down.

-Its over

-YOU GUYS DID IT

-And then theres a grand escape

-Okay its not grand

-You just jump out a first floor window into a rose bush and its totally romantic and you might stare at taehyungs bruised and bloody face a little longer than you need to and he might have landed so close to you he can smell your vanilla scented shampoo and he’s completely smitten because not only can you kick ass but you look beautiful while doing it

-Wow he’s so whipped for you already and it hasnt even been a day

-The way you handled tramp made him want to WIFE. YOU. UP.

-And the two of you just took down a drug cartel together if this isnt fate then what is

-‘Here’s your gun back’

-‘Keep it. You look good using it. Plus I have a feeling we’ll be spending a lot of time together after this.’

A/N: ITS DONE. I FINISHED BTS AS KINGSMAN. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. I JUST KIND OF THOUGHT THEM UP AND NOW THEY’RE WORD VOMIT

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The Melody In My Head (A Jonah Marais Imagine) Pt. 2

Masterlist

Part Two

*As Requested*

Disclaimer: Because this request contained more in-depth plot-lines and story segments, it will be divided into three parts, posted at different times

Word Count: 3550

Have a lovely day!

Jonah

7:38. It was 7:38 in the morning, and I was wide awake, clutching my phone in my hands as I prepared to power it on. I took a deep, calculated breath. If I don’t move a single muscle, maybe she won’t wake up, and I won’t have to deal with this right now. I powered on the phone, the apple logo lighting up my screen as I prepared to deal with the worst. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it’ll just blow over, she’ll get a few compliments, and that’ll be the end of it. Maybe it won’t be that drastic. As soon as I’d pulled up my home screen, however, I knew that was far from true. My phone was cluttered with texts from management, missed calls from family, and about a million missed calls from Y/N’s best friend, Y/BFF/N. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I prepared to open Instagram. Before I even checked the popularity of the post, my feed was filled with fan accounts reposting’s of the video, as well as edits and mashups of it scattered across the Explore page. Great. I was officially dead. I might as well tweet my farewell apology now.

Pulling up my profile, I hesitated, before tapping on the video post. 11. Million. Views. 85. Thousand. Comments. Not only was I officially dead, I was officially going viral. Well, my girlfriend had, anyway.

Y/N

Rolling over in bed, I smiled, not bothering to open my eyes as I extended my arm to wrap lazily over Jonah’s still sleeping figure, only to have my arm hit the empty space of the right side of the bed. Opening my eyes, I furrowed my brows as I slowly sat up. Jonah was never up before me. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I rubbed my eyes.

“Jonah?” I murmured softly, still waking up properly. What time was it? Had I just drastically overslept? I checked the alarm clock beside me. 8:02am. Pretty much the same as usual. I sighed, running a finger through my Y/H/C hair as I got out of bed, folding the bedspread neatly behind me as I went. Sliding my feet into a pair of fluffy, baby blue slippers, I made my way downstairs. I don’t remember Jonah mentioning an early recording session, or promo interview today. When I got to the living room, it was completely empty, which was normal for the boys on a day where they didn’t have anything planned. I peeked into the kitchen. There, sitting on the counter top in a pair of black Calvin boxers and Nike socks, was Jonah, huddled over his phone. I giggled, shaking my head as I made my way towards him.

“Morning, early bird.” I smiled. He jumped, startled by the noise as I raised a curious eyebrow.

“Whoa, calm down, not a burglar.” I retorted, feeling odd that Jonah had reacted in a manner that was the complete opposite to his usually so lenient personality. Jonah laughed softly, shaking his head as his eyes darted back towards the phone, turning it off and setting it face down on the counter top.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t hear you get up.” He mumbled. I stepped forward, standing in between his legs as I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Maybe you just weren’t expecting me, since I usually get up before you.” I laughed, shaking off the moment as I headed toward the cabinet to grab a coffee filter. Jonah forced a laugh.

“Yeah, guess I couldn’t sleep.”

“Something on your mind?” I asked without bothering to look as I grabbed the ground coffee beans and scooping them into the pot. Jonah was silent a moment.

“Y/N I-”

“Oh, don’t tell me- you’re pregnant!” I interrupted, laughing as shook my head. Jonah smiled, shaking his head quietly. I smiled, giving him a confused look as to why he hadn’t laughed, or made some sort of comment about my obvious joke.

“J, chill- what’s up? Is..is something really wrong?” I inquired, folding my arms over my chest as I turned to face him, listening intently this time. Jonah was quiet a moment, before hopping off the counter top.

“I did something…and you might not like it…” He took his phone off the counter, unlocking it and tapping something I couldn’t see.

“J you’re scaring me…” I replied. Jonah bit his lip, his eyes connecting with mine.

“I..I didn’t mean to, I swear, it was an accident, and I know you’ll probably kill me for this but…” He handed me his phone, which I took in complete confusion. My face sculpted into a look of perplexity, I turned towards the screen. It was Instagram profile, and a video post was pulled up. The video was dark, but the instant the audio began, my confusion evaporated immediately. I was frozen in shock, listening to my own voice playing through Jonah’s phone, off his very public, very popular Instagram account. I scrolled down. Comments, over 87 thousand, views, over 11 million 500 thousand. This was the most attention one of Jonah’s posts had ever acquired…and it was me singing “Made For”. I couldn’t find the words to speak as I clutched Jonah’s phone, allowing the video the play again and again, until finally Jonah took the device from my grip, turning it off. Clearly flustered and upset, Jonah sighed, setting his face in his hands.

“Jonah-”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…I mean it! I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was an accident! Yeah, I recorded it, but posting it was an accident, I swear! And then I wanted to delete it but it had already gotten so popular I thought maybe it’d look fishy if I deleted it and-”

“Jonah, oh my God stop talking.” I shouted finally. Jonah quieted immediately, placing his face in his palms begrudgingly. I sighed, silent I thought for a moment.

“I just…I still love you and all that crap, ok? I just…just give me a minute.” I muttered. Jonah bit his lip, nodding.

There was a recording of me singing, on the internet, forever. Nothing could take it back, nothing could go back in time and change what happened. And sure, maybe I was blowing this a little out of proportion, but I’d never had 11 million people listen to me talk, let alone sing. Hell, I’d probably never had 11 people hear me sing, and now it was out there for the whole world to hear, and criticize, and judge at their pleasing. Did I have a terrible voice? No, it wasn’t horrendous. It wouldn’t send anyone running for the hills upon listening, but was it 11-million-views good? No. No way in hell. Yet somehow, it had gotten them. It had acquired 11 million views, through my boyfriend’s Instagram, which looked bad on several levels. To start, it made it seem like I’d been this attention hungry girlfriend the entire time, which wasn’t the case at all. The very reason that I never went out with the boys to big L.A. parties, or clubs- and it didn’t matter a lick now- because my vocal chords had been pasted onto the internet for everyone to make a mockery of.

I bit my lip, shaking my head as I stepped out the glass sliding door into the backyard that overlooked all of Los Angeles. Before I had even a moment to think or mull over the situation, my phone rang. Running my fingers through my hair in defeated aggravation, I pulled it out from the pocket of my pajama shorts, checking the caller ID. It was Logan Paul. In a state of confusion mixed with extreme exacerbation, I answered the call.

“Hey, Logan- what’s up? Why’re, umm, why’re you calli-”

“Y/N! YOOOOO! HEARD YOU SINGING ON J-MAN’S INSTA, WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?!” Logan screeched. I laughed slightly, never 100% over Logan’s constant enthusiasm and zest for every aspect of life. I shook my head.

“Umm, yeah, I actually just heard it myself.”

“Whoa whoa whoa- you’re tellin’ me you didn’t know?! Ohhhh sh-”

“No, Logan, don’t make it a big deal, ok? I just, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do with all of this right now, and honestly I’m kinda freaking out here…” I muttered, sitting down on the warm morning grass. Logan was silent for a moment.

“I’ll be right there.” I furrowed my brows.

“Wait, what?”

“I’ll be over in 15 minutes, ok? Maybe 20. Yeah, 20. I’ll stop for a gains bowl. You want one? What am I thinking, of course you want one. Ok, I’ll be over in 20.” Just as I was about to speak, to protest, to inquire, he hung up the phone. Sighing, I held the phone in my hand, cautiously pulling up my Instagram page and scrolling through a few comments on his post. I had to admit, they were overwhelmingly positive.

@jonahspositivity: WHY IS SHE NOT SIGNED TO EVERY RECORD LABEL IN EXISTENCE YET

@seaveysworldd: When Y/N has more talent in her pinky finger than you do in your entire body :’(

@averyblossom: @jonahmarais take her on tour PLSSSSS <3

I smiled softly, setting my head gently to rest in my palm. Shaking my head, I pulled up Twitter, drafting a quick tweet.

@Y/U/N says:

Thank you so much, to everyone who’s been saying such nice things on the singing video. J I didn’t intend on that reaching a worldwide audience, but nevertheless you’ve all been so kind. Don’t worry, I’m not planning on selling out Madison Square Garden anytime soon ;)

Much love,

-Y/N

I sent the tweet, before shutting off my phone and setting it on the ground beside me.

When Logan finally arrived at the house, he wasted no time speeding past the now fully awake boys and into the backyard where I was still sitting idly.

“Your gains bowl, madame.” He joked, smiling as he sat down beside me, digging into his as I opened mine at a much more cautionary pace.

“Thanks.” I replied. He nodded, his mouth already full.

“Hauuy, looft-” I giggled softly, shaking my head.

“Swallow your food first, talk second.” He rolled his eyes, obliging as he swallowed his bite before replying.

“Hey, look- don’t freak out, ok?” I sighed, nodding as I stared at the ground.

“It’s easy for you to say, you love being the center of attention.” I teased jokingly. Ever since I’d started dating Jonah, Logan had always been like a big brother, for all the boys really. I guess he just took me on as a little sister after a while, and although there were times when I’d seriously question his judgement, he had a lot of knowledge on stuff like this- stuff regarding publicity, and social media, and having a spotlight on you, even if just for a moment.

“Hey, don’t pull that card, bro! I’m just a kid from Ohio who got lucky, ok? I remember my first big break on Vine, I had no idea what the hell I was doing! I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I ran with it, and it turns out I must’ve done something right, ‘cause I get to live this freakin’ dope life now.” I smiled, nodding.

“So, what’re you saying?” I inquired after a moment. Logan was silent for a moment, as though deciding how to say something. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again in further contemplation. Shaking his head one final time, he turned to me, and his gaze was far more serious than any facial expression I’d ever witnessed on him prior to this moment.

“I’m saying I think you should run with this, Y/N.”

Jonah

After a while of just standing uncomfortably inside the kitchen, waiting for Y/N to come back and yell at me for completely uprooting her life, I decided to be proactive and tell the other guys. I figured if I told them in advance not to make a big deal about the video, maybe she wouldn’t be as mad at me. Which truthfully wasn’t a very likely scenario, but I would take all the help I could get. I walked into Jack’s room first, where he was laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, bro.” I leaned against his open door frame as the curly haired boy glanced up from his screen.

“Oh, hey man.” Jack smiled, turning back to his phone as I walked into his room, taking a seat on his floor, clutching my knees up to my chest as I let out an aggravated sigh. Jack raised an eyebrow without looking up.

“Ok, I’ll bite- what’s up?” I laughed dryly, shaking my head.

“Did you see the video?” Jack glanced toward me this time, his perplexed expression suggesting that he hadn’t.

“It’s a video of Y/N singing…that I posted…accidentally.” Jack burst out laughing, which wasn’t exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but what was most expected from him. I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Dude, come on! Y/N’s really pissed at me, bro!” I retorted. Jack was still laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shoot his head.

“Oh my god…..I can’t….believe…you accidentally posted…a video of…your girlfriend singing!” He wheezed through gasps of air. I groaned, laying my head in my hands as Jack slowly regained composure, wiping a few stray tears from his face as he continued to chuckle.

“Bro, I’m sorry, that just sounds like something that happens in a really bad Adam Sandler movie. I mean, we’re talking about Y/N here! She’d probably curl up in a ball and die if someone caught her singing! And you posted a video to the internet!? That’s kinda super evil.” Jack laughed, shaking his head.

“Dude. Not helping.” I muttered. Jack sighed, smiling softly as he shook his head, turning to face me from his place on the bed.

“Look, bro, what’s done is done. You can’t go back and undo it- and deleting it now would look way too sketchy. The only thing to do is apologize, and apologize, and probably apologize some more. Like, seriously. Seriously, seriously, seriously- apologize.” I nodded, propping my chin on my arm.

“I will, I mean, I did, but I will again. And again…just, do me a favor? Don’t make a big deal out of it, or, really mention it at all.” Jack smiled, nodding.

“No problem. You go apologize and kiss some butt, I’ll let the other guys know.” I smiled as he extended his hand to help me off the floor.

“Thanks, man.” Jack nodded, smiling. Just as I was about to head out of the room, his voice stopped me.

“Is she any good?” He asked, his eyes already re-glued to his phone. I smiled, staring at the ground as I thought back to her voice from last night. She was amazing.

“Yeah, she’s good.” I smiled. Jack nodded, silent a moment.

“Good enough to make something happen out of all this?” I gave him a confused look, and after a moment, her turned his phone to face me. It was a tweet from Logan, posted just a minute ago. It read:

@LoganPaul says:

@Y/U/N has some killer vocals! What do you about us hitting the studio together?! J #MakinMagicHappen #BeAMaverick

I didn’t know what to say. Clearing my throat and shaking my head, I ran a concerned hand through my hair as jack gave me a sympathetic look.

“Umm, hey- I’ll talk to you later, ok?” I stuttered, fumbling towards the door. Jack bit his lip, nodding, before turning back towards his phone. I headed down the hallway, a new sense of uneasiness surfacing as I picked up the pace. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. Y/N wanted to graduate from Stanford, and move out of California. She’d never wanted this life- my life. She didn’t want the spotlight, or the media, or the fame and recognition. She wanted to live a normal life- a peaceful life. And she gave all of that guarantee up- to be with me. Because I’d fallen in love with her, and I’d promised her, and myself, that I’d never let this life get to her. I kept her out of the critic’s eye, I did my best to keep the hate to a minimum. She’d never asked for any of this, and yet- here we were. Because of one little mistake, and now people wanted things from her. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine.

Darting from room to room, it wasn’t until I heard her voice that I realized she was still outside, though I’d heard Logan’s car pull away a few minutes ago.

“Jonah?” I caught her eyes, her arms folded as I stopped a moment, before rushing toward her, through the opened glass door and out into the yard. When I finally came to stand in front of her, I was breathing heavy. Maybe from the stress, or the weight of knowing that because of me, the possibility that Y/N’s life might never be the same was incredibly high. Her eyes scanned my face, concerned.

Y/N

Jonah rushed toward me, heaving as he came to a halt, clutching my arms in his hands as he shook his head, regaining his composure before speaking.

“Jonah, what’s going on?” He sighed, shaking his head before allowing his chesnut eyes to meet mine.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know you never wanted this, and I know I made a promise to you that I’d never let this Hollywood stuff get to you…and I know I promised I wouldn’t let you give up on your dreams of finishing Stanford just to play some Malibu Barbie, or-” His words came rushing out faster than I could comprehend as my face furrowed into an expression of perplexity.

“J, J slow down. I-I can’t understand you, I-” Jonah sighed, staring down at the ground for a moment as I continued to watch him, looking for the answers in his facial expression as to what he was getting at. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Jonah spoke.

“Do you…do you want to do this?” Suddenly, it was becoming clear that he was talking about music. About singing. Truthfully, he was right. I’d never wanted to lose focus from my studies, I’d always planned on graduating Stanford, and moving away from California- permanently. And then I met Jonah, and even though we told each other that nothing would change- everything did. Suddenly people knew who I was, and they’d occasionally stop me for pictures on the street. People cared about what I said- and I wasn’t even a member of the band. Suddenly every photo of us was plastered over Google images under the header of Jonah Marais Girlfriend- and despite every amazing length that he went to, just to keep my life relatively normal, the truth was it wasn’t. And then the singing video surfaced, and I’ll admit- I panicked. Sure, it didn’t seem like a big deal on the surface, and to most people it didn’t mean a thing, but the reality was that just in the time I’d walked outside, 4 different recording agencies had contacted me- each offer more exuberant than the next. And at first, that was the most terrifying and degrading thing I could possibly imagine happening to me. But then, the part that may have scarred me more than the offers themselves- was the fact that I’d started considering it. After Logan left, I’d been thinking a lot about what he’d said. About the fact that maybe I could make something of this- and that I should think about that. I’d always wanted to change the world, to make a positive impact in people’s lives- I’d never even considered the fact that music was a platform that I was also capable of utilizing. Sure, Jonah and the boys made it look easy, but the truth was they worked their asses off every single day. I’d always considered my only option for positive impact to be my mind, and that my only path to greatness would be through Stanford’s doors. My goals hadn’t changed, I was still going to graduate Stanford. I was still leaving California. I was still going to travel the world. But Stanford’s an expensive university, and traveling the world wasn’t exactly as easy as the Kardashians made it appear. Maybe I’d never considered that there was another way of reaching those goals, another way to help pay for Stanford, another way to travel the world. As Jonah stared in my direction, my brain running a million miles a minute as he awaited my answer, I thought about all the possibilities, and how maybe, giving something a fighting chance didn’t necessarily have to mean that I was giving up on myself- maybe it just meant that I was willing to grow, and try something new. Maybe I’d always been so terrified of failing, or being criticized, that I never allowed myself to try anything, or become anyone. Maybe, just maybe, I could take a leap- just this once.

“I-I wanna do this.” I replied, my heart racing, and my fingers numb from nerves. I had to at least try.

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