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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Chubby Bunny

synopsis; in which your son steals the show, and hearts of thousands of people.

pairing; idol!jungkook, dad!jungkook x non idol!reader, mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, established relationship, marriage au, dad au, PTD LA au

rating; PG-13

warnings; best dad jungkook will destroy your ovaries (along with best uncles as well)

w/c; 2,077

a/n; y’all writing this gave me so many feels, my heart is full. pls leave some love. like and reblog if u wanna see more <3 this is a repost from my old account.

Your son, Hiro’s, favorite song was Permission to Dance. Especially since his father, Jungkook, taught the five year old how to do the chorus choreography, perfectly. Which was a pretty easy task to accomplish, considering Hiro also helped come up with that dance, albeit with a little direction from Hobi in the dance studio during group rehearsals. But mainly it was Hiro’s imagination. Cause let me tell ya, that kid loved to dance, just like his daddy.

Grinning fondly, you clapped your hands to the beat, watching your son dance with his daddy in front of the big floor to ceiling mirrors located in the rehearsal room for their upcoming concert in Las Vegas. It was so cute to watch Hiro with such a look of determination on his face, being just as serious about rehearsals as Jungkook. Wanting to hit every mark with an expert precision.

“You’re doing so good, baby!” You exclaimed enthusiastically, encouraging your son further.

“Thank you, mommy!” He replied without missing a beat.

“What about me?” Jungkook pouted at you in the mirror wanting some form of praise from you as well. Rolling your eyes fondly, you decided to humor the big man baby of yours.

“You’re doing exceptionally well, kookie. Just like you always do, honey. I’m so proud of you!” You feigned being lovesick, batting your lashes at your husband, smiling cheekily. He winked at you in response, accepting the praise, however fake, gratefully.

As they finished up practice for the day, you stood up from your seated position on the floor. Purposely dancing the wrong moves while walking towards your boys, knowing it’ll get a giggle out of your son. You were right. His father lifted him by surprise, throwing him up in the air to catch him. Hooking his arm underneath his son’s bum holding onto him tightly, Jungkook began dancing terribly along with you. All of you making silly faces in the mirror. Your son threw his head back against his father’s shoulder in a fit of laughter, his bunny toothed smile on full display, a direct replica of Jungkook’s current smile. His chubby cheeks making you want to pinch them, so you did, cause you’re mom and you’re allowed to do so whenever you want too. It’s common mom law.

After your little fit of laughter, your son let out a big yawn and rubbed his eyes, a sure sign he was ready for sleep. Perfect, the parents thought. Now he’ll crash for the night and be ready for the big day tomorrow. Day one of Las Vegas.

It was a beautiful day in Vegas, you thought. Sunglasses on your face, and one of Jungkook’s bucket hats on your head to help block the sun, you stretched your hands up in the air and took a deep breath. Letting it out, you put your arms back down and set them on your hips in a superwoman pose and looked out at the ginormous stadium around you that would be BTS’s venue for the concert tonight.

All the boys started to come on the stage to start rehearsal chatting animatedly to each other, so you started to walk back down the long catwalk towards them. Upon close inspection of the group you noticed that your son somehow convinced Yoongi to let him sit on his shoulders. Your son’s chubby thighs were on either side of the normally reserved rapper’s head. His hands settled next to his ears, holding on for dear life and smiling like crazy upon seeing you.

“HEY MOMMY!” He bounced excitedly, making the rapper’s eyes widen and clutch onto your son’s ankles tighter not wanting him to fall off and face the wrath of you and Jungkook. Especially Jungkook. He’s even more protective of Hiro than you, and that’s saying something. As a matter of fact you could see Jungkook’s line of vision go from you with a smile and a wave to a look of absolute terror once he noticed his son start to get excited while on the rapper’s shoulders. His entire body shifted towards the duo ready to jump in at anytime to catch his son incase he somehow did end up falling. Thankfully, it never came to that.

“Be careful baby, you don’t want to give your daddy a heart attack do you?” You asked playfully, shaking your finger at your son, smiling at him to let him know you weren’t serious. “And remember, you have to be more careful with Uncle Yoongi’s shoulder, yeah?” You stated the fact softly in your motherly voice.

“Right mommy. I’m sorry Uncle Yoongi.” Your son then leaned down to kiss the top of the rapper’s head, making his cheeks get a dusty pink color to them. All the members, including you, awed at the sweet gesture.

“No worries, kid.” He replied in typical Yoongi manner, but made sure to give your son a genuine smile to thank him for his apology.

The rest of the members came around Yoongi and your son to take turns ruffling his hair, each greeting you with a hug or high five before walking past you to the markers to start rehearsing. Jungkook being last in line, picked his son up off the rapper’s shoulders finally giving him some relief. Rolling his shoulders, Yoongi walked towards you and gave you his usual fist bump, you complied knowing full well he didn’t do hugs that often, and took his spot at his marker. Jungkook carefully set Hiro down on the floor. Kneeling down to his son’s height, he gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead and quietly praised him for his good manners. Promising him some sweets later that you weren’t aware of. He never failed to spoil his son any chance he could get.

Jungkook straightened himself up as you stepped closer to them, wrapping his arms around your waist briefly, giving you a short but sweet kiss on the lips, which you happily returned with your hands splayed against his chest. He gave you one last forehead kiss, tapping the tip of your hat with his fingertip and playfully said, “nice hat.” before winking, and walked to his marker, joining the rest of the members. Time to begin.

There was only one song left in the set for their concert for tonight. Your son grinned knowingly, clapping his hands in delight and anticipation. Noise cancelling headphones adorned his head to be sure his ears were safe from the loud speakers that were all around you, you donning your own, having been watching from the side of the stage like you always do.

Jungkook started the song effortlessly, all the members joining in singing during their respective parts and choreography. Then it got to your son’s absolute favorite part, when he watches all the back up dancers join the members on stage to finish off the song in a huge flash mob. You had to be honest, it was your favorite part as well.

You should’ve known that your son was up to something, being the clever little one that he was. The way he kept fidgeting in your lap more than normal, a sure sign of his impending plan to escape your grasp. And he did, taking advantage of the fact that you always trusted him not to run off without permission. But not this time. This time it was his turn to shine like daddy.

He hopped off your lap in a flourish, swiftly pushing the headphones off his head and ran straight onto the stage with the backup dancers.

Your eyes widened considerably, hands flying to your mouth, covering your gasp of shock. All you could do was watch as your son, knowing the layout of the stage, and his dads foot paths, made a bee line towards Jungkook. He was left center stage down the catwalk with the rest of the members, gearing towards the final steps of your son’s favorite choreography. Not even noticing how his son just ran on with the back up dancers, nearly blending in perfectly in his matching outfit he wore like his father.

Popping out from behind the dancers, Hiro stood proudly next to his daddy and executed the dance with a precision that made Hobi wanna cry tears of joy. And you. And Jungkook, of course, who started laughing while still singing his lines and dancing. The entire stadium erupted into laughter, applause, and awe at the little mini me. All the phones being pulled out to catch the intimate moment between father and son that you know will be headline news for days, if not weeks, or months. Never doubt the power of ARMY.

Once the song was over, Jungkook swiftly picked his son up and held him tightly, one hand behind his head and the other under his bum. Crying silent tears of joy and love and straight pride for being the father to this perfect little human he was lucky enough to call his son. Purple balloons and confetti were falling all around them in waves.

Pulling away slightly to give Hiro a kiss on the cheek, Hiro wiped away his father’s tears with his little hands, making Jungkook smile softly at him in response. Jungkook brought the microphone up to his lips, chuckling into it slightly before speaking to the crowd.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet my son, Hiro.” Once again, the stadium erupted into applause, your son starting to get shy by all the praise, hiding his face in his father’s chest.

“Isn’t he such a great dancer?” Hobi chimed in his mic with pride, clapping for the little one exuberantly. The crowd clapping louder in response to the dancer’s words.

“Isn’t he so handsome, like me?” Jin, Mr. Worldwide handsome himself, stated. Winking at the camera that’s been following the members throughout the concert, projecting his image on the large screens. The audience once again erupting in shared wolf whistles and laughter alike.

“I think Hiro is more handsome, actually.” Your voice boomed across the stadium, you holding a mic that the staff gave you, still looking on from the sidelines of the stage. Smirking to yourself, with a wide grin.

Hearing your voice made all the members double over in laughter and scattered applause, nearly crying from laughing so hard. Minus Jin of course, who just cutely pouted towards the camera, once again being displayed on screen. Jungkook could only throw his head back in laughter, still holding onto his son, your son giving a little giggle of his own upon hearing your voice.

“Mommy!” Your son excitedly yelled into the mic being held by Jungkook, wriggling in his father’s hold, making him hold onto him tighter in response.

“Hey, baby.” You replied a second later, gazing adoringly at him.

“That would be my amazing wife, ladies and gents.” Jungkook stated with pride and a gleaming smile in your direction, locking eyes with you for a second and winking at you. You winked back at him, blowing a kiss and mouthing an ‘I love you’ at him.

He mouthed it back right away, turning to look at the crowd once again with a bunny tooth smile and signaled to Namjoon to close the show with his usual heartwarming speech for ARMY.

Hiro signaled he wanted to be put down to his father, which he did a little reluctantly, scared for the boy’s safety on the stage not wanting him to fall off, even though he knew he would never let that happen.

The five year old, in classic five year old behavior, began kicking the purple BTS themed balloons around the stage in glee. Picking up piles of confetti and throwing them over his head. Taehyung leaned down towards Hiro, and even let him throw it on his head willingly. Jimin and the other members mirroring V’s actions, wanting to make the boy equally as happy as he makes them on a daily basis.

Sighing to yourself in content, you crossed your arms over your chest and watched your entire family all become little kids in the span of two seconds. And, you thought lovingly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Pushing the headphones off your ears, you gently set them on the chair you were sitting on with Hiro earlier and immediately sprinted onto the stage, joining your family, and deciding it was your turn to turn into a little kid as well.

#jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #marriage au #PTD LA au #dad au #family au #idol au

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velarisbynight · 1 month

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How to Soften Teeth

Azriel x Eris

Prompt 3 for the last day of @starfallweek : Character A & B realise they won’t make it to Starfall. They make the most of what they have to celebrate.

a/n: I had hoped for something a little more joyful, but I enjoy the thought of them struggling their way through things together 🩵🩵

warnings: a little angst but it gets resolved, potential spelling errors as it is currently not proofread

Word Count: 4.5k~

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Absolutely nothing shifts over the Spymaster’s expression, blank and stony as usual, but disappointment is palpable. Poignant and thick at the back of Eris’ throat, disliking the flavour.

“I was under the impression you would have this matter wrapped up long before we were due to return,” Azriel says, resting comfortably in a darkened corner of the heirling’s chambers. Around him shadows roll idly, giving no hint to the emotions tightly cocooned beneath his roughly wrapped exterior.

“Matters shift,” Eris replies neutrally, a hint of apology in his amber eyes, not to be verbally expressed. “I will remain here for another week. It must be seen to promptly.”

The Spymaster says nothing, the silence judgemental enough—weighing enough—for the heirling to lean forward in his chair, forearms braced on the desk, momentarily putting aside the appeal he was looking over in favour of attending to— to his mate.

The word is just as foreign in conjunction with the male before him as it was months ago, when it first clicked.

“You understand the nature of these things,” he says matter-of-factly, if a touch fainter than his usual razor-sharp drawl. “They are out of my hands.”

“A fine reason indeed,” the Shadowsinger replies neutrally, the truth of his accusation echoing just beneath, following in the silence. A fine excuse indeed. “I wouldn’t expect any less of you—your court is important.” More important than I am, at least.

Eris’s jaw works faintly, a small tell the Shadowsinger has come to familiarise himself with over the last few years, and one the heirling was initially unaware he had. This time though it is not the accusation itself that aches, but the lack of one. Bland understanding is clear in the Spymaster’s hazel eyes, used to skipping his five stages and settling seamlessly into acceptance. There’s little time for grievances in his line of work, and he is a master at nothing if not brutal efficiency—practiced and perfected to a ruthless degree.

The right words sit on Eris’ tongue, but he swallows them down thickly, tasting overly-sweet to an almost insincere level—who would have believed words like those would ever have sprung to his mind, let alone flourished in his mouth. They’re nonsense, is what they are—pretty things designed for manipulation and coercion. It is the right choice to not disgrace the—…his mate…with expecting him to believe them.

Yes, it is the right choice to keep those words of reassurance to himself. They have no place between the heirling and the shadowsinger before him.

Instead he settles on something more fitting. The words he had been temped by now twisted and warped to fit his chosen cadence. “I do not expect you to remain with me, of course,” he starts with, bland and nonchalant. “You are free to return to your home court. I recall you mentioning the wonders of Starfall over there.” It would be a shame for you to miss it, is what he edits out—seemingly too close to touching something so personal. He will not intrude where he is not welcome.

Something flickers on the Shadowsinger’s end of the bond, hardly corporeal enough to be labeled as a bridge, but the swirling fog sweeps in before Eris has a chance to examine it.

“I had no idea I was in need of your permission to return, heirling,” the Spymaster replies neutrally, hazel eyes reflecting the dancing flame of the fireplace, despite the distance between them.

Eris’ lips press together in what appears like displeasure, but the Spymaster has come to learn is nearer resentment. Azriel finds himself torn between the habitual rise of pleasure at seeing even slight discomfort upon his elegantly sharpened features, and the fresher tug of guilt in his gut—tugging faintly as if in chastisement for deliberately misunderstanding.

They seem to come upon disagreements frequently, much more than mates ought to—if they are truly suited to one another, a small voice reminds him. Yet he feels largely responsibly for causing those small turbulences. How is one to embrace another he’s spent so long trying to loathe and detest, almost as much as himself? It is no small feat to draw oneself from the bloodlust of battle, greater still to overcome it entirely.

Perhaps that is the reason for so many disturbances, to fall back on familiarity, settling into a dance they have been waltzing for centuries. It is easier, but that hardly means it is better. He did not become a warrior through softening his hands with laziness, nor through remaining idle where action was required—and yet it is undoubtedly preferable to rage and argue rather than to remove the armour he’s so accustomed to wearing.

Maybe they’re on a path set for failure—Azriel is sure they both understand nothing with change if the same steps are repeated. And yet footprints are being trodden into the unforgiving stone of the mountain they are traversing together, starting at the foot, then falling when one does not help the other, only to both be dragged down from the bond that binds them, set to try and try again, repeating endlessly until they learn to co-operate.

“You do not,” Eris agrees stiffly, yet no flashes of victory appear in the Spymaster’s eyes, not even a wisp of appeasement over the bond they share. Absolute desolation—a rope leading off into the thick mists and rolling fogs that coat a stretching fen. “Is that all you have to say?” The Shadowsinger questions, the air recognisably shifting, concentrating into tension, palpable enough for the tendon stretching down the heirling’s back, across broad shoulders, to grow taut.

“You know,” Eris muses, leaning back in his chair, inclining his chin as he regards the male stood in the corner of his chambers. He knows the shadowsinger’s reasoning, even if it is unclear to the male himself why these disputes occur like clockwork. He can dance a few more steps, if that will allow the tension to fade, for the wariness to abate. “If you would like to speak longer with me, you need only pick a topic,” Eris drawls, noting the deepening in the Spymaster’s brow, how the shadows darken in the hollow above his eyes. “You seem to be unaware of how regularly you fall into combativeness—all for the sake of a longer conversation. What is it you want to say to me?”

There’s a distinctive shadow rising behind his eyes, malice that is too easy to stir, that Eris must learn to assuage and calm before he can ever hope to reach what it’s been made to guard.

“Speak with you?” The Spymaster echoes, tone deadened with cold amusement. “What might I ever wish to speak with you about?” The ice incites fire, roaring to life to keep from being snuffed out. “Any number of things you might desire—assuming you have wants of your own,” Eris replies, blood heating. “You seem to detest my presence almost as much as you revel in it.” A look of disgust crosses the Shadowsinger’s features, summoned so swiftly it appears instinctual for him to despise.

“And you?” Azriel replies lowly, shadows gathering like thunderclouds atop the taloned peaks of his wings. “You are the one who suggested this arrangement; now you are the one hastening my departure. Your temperament is mercurial at best, volatile at worst.” Just like your father’s, are the unspoken words, practically spat across the bond. “I wonder if there’s even a sincere bone in your body, or if they were crushed out of you all those centuries ago.”

“And yet mates are supposed to be equal,” Eris replies sharply, ire blazing at the disturbed wound, hackles raising, canines bared to snap and bite in retaliation. “Everything you detest in me, is already present in yourself.”

Ice comes down heavy over the Shadowsinger’s eyes, expression stony as shadows grow blacker, densifying until it’s a struggle to look at them, as if sucking away the light of the room. Difficult to look upon them in the way it is difficult to peer at white parchment reflecting the midday sun. A blinding type of void. “Is that why you’re pushing me away, then?” Azriel spits lowly. “You would prefer solitude than my kind of company? How adoring of you.”

Eris stiffens as the Shadowsinger pushes off from the wall, looking about ready to leave. They can’t keep leaving arguments between them.

“Then you would stay with me and miss out on your so-very-dear Starfall celebration?” Eris presses pointedly. “It is you who chose to twist my suggestion into something gnarled and ugly when we both know it is the decision you would have come to regardless of my input.”

“I don’t appreciate your assumption to know me so well.”

“You would have stayed?” Eris reiterates, voice low and roughened with tumultuous emotion. Wicked and wrecking.

“I would never have come in the first place,” Azriel spits out, that gut-wrenching split of delight and disgust cleaving through him as he feels the flicker from across the bond, how something recoils sharply, curling back in on itself like a wounded viper.

Then a shield of smoke billows over amber eyes, a fire raging so fiercely ash burns through the sky, smog so dense that lungs scar with agony. “Then I will remind you I have already bade you farewell,” Eris returns sharply, ire blazing from his flame-like tongue. “You are more than welcomed to skulk back to your family, and lie about your whereabouts as you usually do whenever I am involved.”

“At least I have a family to go back to,” Azriel snarls lowly, unable to help the impulse that has been honed for centuries.

It seems that is a step too far even for Eris’ threshold for mistreatment, accustomed to the burn of scorn and the searing ache as fire is put into his body, flame licking across burnt and healed skin over and over.

Even the Spymaster is unable to conceal his flinch as the logs crack in the fireplace, fire flaring at the heirling’s fingertips, licking up his clothes until the flame seems to be living off him, while leaving his finery untouched. He’s across the floor in the blink of an eye, fire-wreathed palms shoving against the Shadowsinger’s shoulders, lip curled back as ire blazes across his features.

Azriel instinctively makes to grip the heirling’s wrists, but shrinks away when the memories rise from within, kept tucked away, embedded in tissue to recoil from the slightest of sparks. Instead he finds himself flattened against the wall, wings tucked in tight in attempts to pull from the living fire before him. Flame he provoked, stupidly. All because he’s unable to change.

“I will reduce you to cinders myself if you dare speak like that again,” Eris seethes, pupils narrowed into slits, skin white with fury. Azriel has never seen the male so riled, always kept pristine and immaculate, absolutely spotless beneath a cover of cultivated malice. Azriel’s breathing hard, vision tilted, grappling for sense, falling back on training to fight back.

“You couldn’t if you wanted to,” the Spymaster hisses lowly, throat closing up as his lungs sting with that unforgettable burn of smoke and charred flesh. “You’re shackled to me whether you want it or not. If I go, you’re going with me.”

“Maybe it would be worth it so I wouldn’t have to put up with you,” Eris snarls back, voice taking on the quality of roaring flame and rasping smoke. “To rid myself of you.”

“No need,” Azriel spits viciously, venom practically dripping from his clipped words. “I’ll leave you to wallow in your bed of knives on your own. Mother knows you fucking deserve it.” Shadows rise from the floor, overpowering the blinding glow of flame with staggering vehemence, wrapping around the male like deadened hands, stealing him away quicker than Eris can think to prevent it.

Flame still burns at his back, but it dims swiftly, magic snuffed out over the span of a few breaths. Leaving him feeling starkly cold. Skin hot to the touch, but cool on the inside.

The room is far too big now, far too empty.

Breaths drag from his lips, feeling the taste of smoke on his tongue, bitter and burnt.

Singeing his lungs.

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The icy bite of the wind is welcome as Azriel finds himself on an open hill, long grass swishing at his legs as he strides across the terrain beneath the pale moonlight.

He is being unfair, but it is difficult to remember the male—his male—is undeserving of that treatment now. Eris had confessed the truth of what had happened centuries ago, between the boarders of Autumn and Winter: the collaboration; the planned deceit.

Hundred’s of year’s worth of loathing and hatred now having no place but to sink inward, biting at his flesh with sharpened teeth.

It is not as if he still despises the male, though it feels like that at times—when fury rises up and he makes no attempt to change. No attempt to better himself. Change takes time, and an idea as deep-rooted as this one will take forever to undo. To separate Eris from the male he’d thought he was.

Winds breathe across the landscape, swishing his hair about, and the instinct to fly surfaces. It is a wonderful night for flying: the moon is out, the skies are clear, the breezes are harsh but not overpowering. Easy to glide on, so he will have time to think without having to keep an eye out on their currents.

Wings spread wide, and then he’s soaring high to the midnight blue of the heavens, sailing further and further from the ground, as if to free himself of the tumultuous emotion of his choices. Yet they follow him as usual, clinging to his skin, soaking through his flesh, itching at the back of his mind no matter how many times he folds his wings in entirely, free-falling down through open air, pulling up and gliding away, coasting over the grassy hill tops.

He had wanted a fight, he had been looking for a reason to argue. Why must he be as he is?

He’s desired a mating bond since he was young, but the yearning only became more acute as they were delivered to his brothers, able to watch as they flourished, blossoming in full while he is left struggling to make it through the next season. And now he’s been given one, but it wasn’t what he had expected. Males have never before taken his attention, yet this one…

His jaw hardens, struggling to resolve the questions that have been surfaced within him.

The male—his mate—had been the one to volunteer his departure first, and it had bothered him. Why not allow him to make the suggestion of his own accord, rather than pushing it up into the light? Surely there was no reason for it unless he had not been welcome. Maybe he’d been foolish enough to think progress was being made—that the sharp words they had exchanged over the past week had been more amicable than hostile, that it was simply the easiest way of communication between them. More on the side of sparring than real battle. Yet the words than had been exchanged not even an hour ago had not been muffled. Those words were laced with poison and forged from steel, designed for war—not play.

Azriel folds his wings in again, plummeting down from the heights he’d soared, sinking through the air faster than a millstone in a pond, or a ball of iron through the ocean. The ground comes closer, and he gently flares his wings, easing his momentum, slowing until he can smooth out the curve of his fall, eventually returning to gliding low through fields, weaving round the occasional tree before beginning the ascent anew.

He’d wanted to show the beauty of his own court.

It had seemed almost personal in a way, the plan to spend time in the other’s homeland, to accompany them through menial, almost domestic tasks. After seeing more than he had anticipated, a small part of him had been hopefully anticipating returning. Getting to reciprocate the feelings he had experienced when walking through the forest he though came from a jewellery box, to try the unfamiliar cuisine specific to the Autumn Court. Sharing a part of his own identity.

It was personal.

But maybe it simply wasn’t enough of an enticement to pull Eris away from his work. Work the Shadowsinger had carefully managed to set aside, so there would be time—time—to spare.

He had wanted Eris to watch the stars fall.

He had wanted to watch Eris watch the stars fall.

But all of that feels continents away from where they are now, emotions too deep to share this early on. Surely Eris can at least guess at how much Starfall means—to everyone in the night court, but him too. Maybe he’d tried to take things further before Eris was ready.

So many problems; so many confusions.

Why had he been asked to leave?

Surely nothing was as urgent as Eris had made it seen. He had to be deceiving him. He had to be. What other reason could it be, aside from—

A cold winds slams into him from the North, icy and merciless, catching beneath his wings as he’s flipped over in the skies, knocked off course. He tucks them in tight, dipping lower to the ground to pull himself out of the draft, lowering to smoother parts until he’s reached the calmer weather near land.

He settles on the ground, empty rolling hills surrounding him, not a fae light in sight.

Nothing could have been that important, unless Eris hadn’t wanted to intrude on something as precious as Starfall. Allowing Court matters to be prioritised so Azriel would be free to enjoy the night with his family, without having to keep to the shadows, to make sure they weren’t found out.

Azriel’s chest expands as he inhales deeply, pulling the crisp air down into his lungs, feeling its chill nip at his throat, before exhaling heavily. He can’t keep causing problems as he does. Not if he still wants the happiness his brothers have been given. As much as he struggles to admit it, Eris had been the more civil one throughout these past few months. Whether that was because he was accustomed to an attraction towards males, because he had been more aware of the undercurrent between them beforehand, or he simply didn’t hate Azriel as much as the Shadowsinger had hated the heirling…he doesn’t know at the moment.

But it’s clear to see he’s the one who’s been dragging his wings.

He was undeniably the one who caused the vulgar exchange of words, spat with enough venom to render stitching useless. Wounds bleeding afresh.

Can he change? Can he adapt himself?

Is he capable of that?

Is it possible to break the loop he’s caught himself in. To not aim to kill with the commencement of each interaction. It’s been months, but he feels little progress has been made in any way that matters. It’s habitual, and it’s easy. Easier than trying to open himself up, at least.

The heirling’s tongue is sharp at the worst of times, poignant and cutting without knowing the Spymaster’s intimacies, his habits, and worries. He’s unsure if he could survive, should he chose to bring his heart out from his ribs.

One of his incisors pierces at the skin of his lower lip, almost deep enough to draw blood, but self-inflicted injury will not absolve him—he knows it will never work, that it will never be enough. Unless something changes. Unless he changes.

The words that had passed between them had stung, deeper and more acutely than he had anticipated. And they will continue to sting for a while longer.

He must try while he still can. Before the already ghostly bridge between them vanishes entirely.

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Eris is caught off guard when he finds the Shadowsinger in his chambers—sat on his bed, no less.

Amber eyes narrow warily, not in the mood for more blood to be spilled. He didn’t enjoy their fights like he thinks Azriel might have. Might still, somewhere inside of him.

“If you’ve returned to cause more wreckage, I suggest you leave promptly,” Eris says from the doorway to his washing chambers. “I will not participate.”

The Shadowsinger stands, and Eris straightens a little at the action. “I…” he begins, tongue wetting his lips. Hesitating. Wariness deepens in the heirling’s chest, caution raising as he regards the Spymaster, who seems to be struggling with an inner conflict. “The night is clear,” he says at last, causing Eris to raise an unimpressed brow. “There’s no cloud cover,” the Shadowsinger supplies, as if he’s making sense.

“If I wished to know the weather forecast I could have simply shifted my gaze to the skies,” Eris drawls, forcing a laziness into his tone he does not feel. Azriel swallows, but does not appear to be put off, rather his hands shift at his back, eventually sitting in their usual placement at his sides. “Spit it out,” Eris drawls, marking the wariness in the Shadowsinger’s body. “If you don’t hurry, you won’t be able to make it back to your beloved Starfall.”

Something unkind flickers through the male’s hazel eyes, before it is quelled, coming to a simmer instead of a rolling boil, then calming further to simple heat. His jaw works, gaze flitting through the room without his attention shifting. Eyes lock again, and Eris feels the urge to lean for the sincerity he had earlier scorned. “We can watch from here,” Azriel says at last, tone neutral, though Eris has to wonder if that’s simply how it’s natural for him to speak, rather than actually being so guarded. “The night is clear. We will be able to still see a few.” He’d glanced at the balcony before—leading out into the darkness where the stars would be visible.

Eris raises a brow, not quite kind enough to allow the Spymaster to escape unscathed. “Is that what you came back for?” Eris muses with surprising ice. “Staying here to keep from lying to your family about where you sometimes sneak off to? I suppose it’s easier to commit shameful acts in the dark. You would know.”

“You have no interest in it?” The Shadowsinger asks, a touch quieter than before.

“Watching a few stars fall from the sky?” Eris mocks, arms folding across his chest as he leans into the doorframe, appearing at ease and unruffled though he is intent of pushing the Shadowsinger further—gauging the depth of his sincerity. “I would rather sleep. Besides, you’re supposed to spend Starfall with loved ones—family, if I remember correctly,” Eris drawls with a rueful curve to his sharpened mouth, ever so slightly self-deprecating. “It would seem like an offence then, for me to intrude.”

Azriel’s jaw works, something almost like regret fleeting behind the thick mists that the bond leads into.

“You can spend Starfall with whoever you like,” he counters quietly. “Or would you rather I leave, so you can be rid of me?”

Eris’ lips thin, pressing together in a pursed line, hearing the point. Again, he’s unsure if the Shadowsinger is aware of how much he’s revealing of himself by the simple lack of accusation.

“I suppose it would be too punishing to refuse you now,” Eris drawls, voice hard as he allows his sharp amber eyes to slice through the male before him. “After you’ve so generously made the long journey back. We’ll see what measly stars we can spot.” He pushes off from the frame, heading for the glass door that lead to the balcony, making to brush past the male, but a scar-roughened hand settles around his wrist, pausing his motion. The touch is light—hesitant. As if cautious of the flame that might spring up. When none does however, his touch presses closer.

“You’re cruel for saying the things you did,” Azriel murmurs, noting how rigid the male’s body goes, how his pulse spikes with what he can only assume is something close to rage, by the look in his eye. “But,” Azriel continues, pushing forward swiftly, not allowing himself time to doubt, to fall back on those habits that will only hasten his self-destruction. “If my words…if they cut like yours did… Then I am sorry.”

Amber eyes blink at him, a small sign of surprise, and Azriel releases his grip, quietly stepping back, waiting for whatever punishment is dolled out in consequence. But Eris only nods, a sharp dip of his head before also stepping away.

A few beats of silence pass between them, before Eris breaks it, turning swiftly for the balcony.

The moonlight is bathing the stone ground in silver, and Azriel joins the heirling’s side, looking quietly to the sky, in search of a falling star.

“You crossed a line with my family,” Eris speaks into the night, not facing the Shadowsinger. Although the words are damning—a sure proclamation that he’s already gone too far, that he’s inevitably ruined the one thing he has spent countless nights considering—he can’t help feeling there might be something to salvage, if he is being told his own wrongs. That there might be a chance to put things right, or at least begin to amend them. “You had no right to make a comment like that, to throw what you have in my face.” His heart sinks a little, but he does not retreat from the balcony.

“Still,” Eris murmurs, voice without tremor, “I hope you will remember that my flames did not burn you, though they may have appeared to want to.”

Azriel does indeed remember, though he had not realised it in the moment—that they had meant no harm to him. Simply a pure expression of rage on Eris’ side, yet not so overpowering that it would be harnessed to inflict more scars.

Unable to voice the emotion in his chest, Azriel nods, glancing at the heirling from the corner of his eye.

Amber eyes instinctively shift, sensing the gaze effortlessly. “You’ll miss them,” Eris reminds blandly, unaware of the conflict warring inside the Spymaster. “I’ve seen them many times before,” Azriel responds, hoping Eris will be able to figure out the rest.

“I’ll be unable to concentrate with you staring at me like that,” the heirling replies, glancing over the Shadowsinger. “At least try to be subtle about your thoughts. I don’t want to hear your internal debate over how you think you feel about me.”

Azriel’s upper lip curls slightly, before he’s forcefully pushing against the rising urge to spit something back. “I know how I feel about you,” the Shadowsinger replies neutrally, turning to look at the skies.

“Intriguing,” Eris muses, “I had no idea you were such a confident liar.” The Spymaster’s brow narrows, but there’s no anger he has to quell, no resentment tucked between them.

“You’re insufferable,” he mutters, shadows pooling on the floor, having not noticed the way they’d been slowly weaving outward, hiding their feet from view.

“Because I’m everything you despise?” Eris asks lightly, seemingly uncaring for the darkness that is carefully winding its way higher, flicking at the fine fabric covering his long legs.

“And more,” Azriel murmurs, quiet enough a breeze could have stolen the words, uttered without a note of inflection.

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Pile 1⚡️ - Where am I tonight? by @cant-find-my-name

Where am I tonight?

Although I search for myself

Long and Hard

Still, I could not find

Who was I looking for?

Who am I?,

When I shine spotlight on it

It seem difficult to define,

'To define is to limit"

Then, I must not be

Who I thought I would be

But hopefully, whoever I will become Would still be me

And maybe that person

May be the person I was looking for,

Eventually, I will reconcile the me now

And the Me

I wish to be

Meaning:

This poem is about looking for yourself. Sometime, you don't even notice that you are not who you thought you are. In this 3D world, there are a lot of projections from people, whether that would be from families, friends, school or organisations. That would have definitely distorted yourself image. An image of yourself, you thought you are this type of person, value this thing until one day, you realised that was not you at all. When you finally have time to get to know yourself, a lot of your initial impression of yourself changed. I could never do that, I would never do this. That's definitely not me. Example, I'm not the type to dance to a cover song and post it online. I will never see myself sing publicly for millions to see.I would never dye my hair blue, etc. But when you uncovered yourself bit by bit, possibilities are endless. Things you would never thought that you would do, you find yourself seeing the possibilities for the first time. Trying to reconcile a part of you that you have no idea who she/he/they is/are. One part said, 'I could never start my own business’ the other part would go, ‘let's try it!.’ Whatever I want to be?, successful, brave, hard- working, relax, blue hair?, that's who I'm going to be.

The Messages

There's a natural progression to your self evolution. You might not notice but you have grow a lot Pile one. Steadily, becoming someone you alway admire. Now you're standing in that position or could be in that position. Example, you saw a singer on stage doing an amazing job and she really inspire you and you want to be like her one day. Well, one day is here or will be here shortly. Give yourself some credit, you grew up beautifully despite going through horrid events after events. Heartbreak after heartbreak. You bloomed purely, and will continue to do so. One minute you're a child and the next you are a teenager and a young adult. And next an adult. Life moves fast but you did not waste time. You used it to your advantage. Time did not used you. Maybe who you are chasing to become, has alway been there all along.

"What if we already are, who we been dying to become" this quote is from the song you got, Four by Sleeping at Last.

Have more faith and trust in yourself. You are progressing naturally, beautifully, unfolding.

Quote- "Because we can't see what's ahead, you have to trust that the dots will connect in your future."

Trust that the person you need in any situation will appear. Appear almost alway, it's you. You are that person.

Affirmation : "I give myself permission to be alone, connect with myself and appreciate my solitude"

Signs: 77, 678, VII, baby breath, Mirror

Song : Four by Sleeping At Last

What if we already are Who we've been dying to become In certain light, I can plainly see A reflection of magnificence Hidden in you Maybe even in me

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Pile 2🍊 - “Life Lesson” by @cant-find-my-name

Human aren't perfect

The lesson wasn't learn

So let try again

And learn it one more time,

You'll get infinite chances

Who to say enough is enough?

Except you of course, remember

You have all the say

You are the Authority of your life

No one should drive it

You must make your own decisions

And live by it

Or else, resentment will come

If you give your life control

By someone

Meaning:

This poem is about learning the same lessons twice, thrice or even fourth times. Doesn't matter as long as we are still trying to learn. As long as we are alive and growing. As long as it take to learn the lesson of life. As long as you don't give up on life. Chances are infinite, if only you give it to yourself. People tend to give limited/ restricted timeline to their life for whatever reason. Example, I should have marry before turning 30 or I'm 39 why aren't my goals and dream coming true?. The one to accept those as truth is you and only you. You have to make your own choice. This poem talked about making decision for you, no one else. Or else when you have to live a life by that decision, you may find yourself hating the person you made it for. Example, I made a decision to go to college and did medicine, not because I want to but I did it for my parent. That mean the lesson has not been learn and you are living a life not for you. And there will come a day, the choices will come again, and it will be up to you to make the decision. Will you continue the same path, the same pattern or will you choose yourself for once?. This is the idea where the poem is based on.

The Messages:

It's okay to start again. The new ideas or project or business plan that you are considering, Go for it. It is alright to begin anew, leave behind what didn't work out because it was just an experienced. We shouldn't judge an outcome from our experienced whether they are successful ones or not so successful. Because all of them are equally ours and all of them were necessary to teach us what we needed to learned at that time. Time for a new outlook, you are afraid to be disappointed like before but you are not the same person as you were. If your goals is abundance, isn't it better to try every ways we can towards it?. Give it its rightful justice by trying many different paths towards it. Trying just one path or one way and called it quit, seem inconclusive.

It is time to start again, with experienced, so we can heal what didn't work out, so we can become more secure in our decision. So we can trust our decision again. We can alway trust our decision, even when it lead us where we didn't want to go. But it will alway lead us where we needed to be. Expand our usual path and see if we can get to our goal a different way. Get yourself to a place where, 'it's okay if it happened and it's okay if it doesn't happen'. The outcome doesn't affect my sense of self. Don't give up on your dreams even if it doesn't work, this time. It just mean you are giving another chance to do it again, differently.

Affirmations: "I am brave enough to do what I need to do. I believe in myself. I can do it."

"I am strong enough and will be okay with the outcome"

Signs: 34, SWORDS, Ginger, Ranunculus, snail

Song: AM I DREAMING by Lil NAS x Miley Cyrus

Every song Every dream filled with hell from beyond As I'm sinkin', I relive the story Every try Every breakthrough and every cry As I'm sinkin', I relive the story

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Pile 3🍉 - “Let It Go / Dandelion” by @cant-find-my-name

Let it go, Dandelion with the wind

Don't let the failures

Tattooed on your skin

Cause nothing is ever worth your

Peace

Even if it is war

Even if it didn't work out

Now you know

You deserve so much more,

Rejection isn't a destination

It is part of this journey

Giving in doesn't mean giving up

The most important lesson in life is

Knowing when

Enough is enough

Meaning:

This poem is about accepting 'failures' or things that didn't work out, such as a relationship, a goals, a destination. We all have things that we planned or things that we expected it to be. Like I entered into a business partnership and I expected it to be going well. It is important to focus on the positive side of thing but when it didn't work out like how you hope, which it will alway happened, can you accept it?. Most people find it easy to accept success but find it difficult to accept failures. Which is understandable, however, that won't do because success and failures goes hand in hands and things that didn't work out is part of life or should be part of normal life not an end all be all situation.

This poem is also about giving up. Not in a ‘give up on life' kind of energy buy more of surrendering the outcome to the Divine. If and when you tried your best and it didn't go your way or even when it did, the outcome you want doesn’t serve you anymore. It is alright to give up, it is alright to quit. To change our mind. To change our mind is not alway equating failure. It just mean the things we're going for is no longer in alignment with us anymore. Such as, changing your major halfway through college, changed career path, your goals, your values, your style, etc. These things within us are ever changing. This poem summarisation is that things are ever changing and that it is OKAY. We need to know when enough is enough, with ourself, our goals, our life.

The Messages:

Keep going as you are. Do not stop. Keep your momentum because you will get to where you are headed. Even if it by fears or desperation or anxiety. Still, take your step by step. Concentrated on the positive, what worked out for you not what didn't. You will have a choice to make in regards to your stability and security. In a way, that is what you're going towards. A place where you can make a choice. To be able to choose is a privilege. To be able to choose is empowering. A position where a limited mindset could never be in. 'There's no choice or it is how it is', you know that's not true. That's limited mindset. You alway know that everyone have a choice, they just choose not to have one and blame external circumstances. But when you're in your power and honour yourself, the most empowering choice would be, choosing yourself. Most won't do it, because it's too much to take. But despite your hesitant Pile 3, you are asked to choose yourself and keep going. Start choosing yourself and never stop, because one day, you will reach that inner security you're alway craving. It isn't in any external things, money, status, groups, but within us, there's a voice that have never been heard because we never listen. But once you do, they are not stopping you Pile 3, whoever you're looking for to guide the way, that person is YOU. Repeat the affirmation to yourself Pile 3, "you are not a failure. You are talented, capable, strong and are going places."

Affirmation: "I am capable, I am talented, I am a gift"

Signs : 248, 24, Horses, Twin, Baby, Greek Goddess, Red Rose

Song: You're on your own, kids by Taylor Swift

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this I hosted parties and starved my body Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

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Pile 4⭐️- ‘Safe Blanket’ by @cant-find-my-name

The world seem to be against

But you whispered in my ears

'That's not true, why don't you look closely'

Stop telling yourself lies

The sky only bring you calm

The trees evokes your peace

The stars shared your longing,

Curious eyes filled with

Mystery,

The world is here for you

If only you let yourself be

And let yourself see

The Meaning :

This poem is about not being negatively bias because human tends to do that. We tend to look for the flaws first, for things that didn't work out. For things that we don't have, for things that's wrong. It's natural to do that but again, Negatively bias brain. Because in reality, it is not as bad as it seem. This poem is to act as a reminder that the Universe is working for me, not against me. There are tree, ocean, sky, beautiful nature all around. As long as you live on this earth and respect it, it will do the same. You are not targeted, you are not the only one feeling pain, no one is out to get you. The tree will only give you peace if only you let it. We must opened our eyes and our heart to truly appreciate earth's beauty. Our first Mother will alway be Mother Earth, Mother Gaia and we are her children. Mother earth is our home and where ever you go , there are nature, and where there are nature, then that is also your home. This poem remind us that we belonged in nature, within this earth. If when ever you feel unsafe, ungrounded, alway look for the tree, go towards nature because she is alway there for you.

The Messages:

Success is yours Pile4 , what ever success means to you. It is your birthright to shine in this world. Victory in life is your birthright. So rest, let the worries, the what's if? the doubts go. Let it flow down the drain and let us bath in this world divinity. Let the world carries you towards where you aim to go, to your destination. Anything you wish for will be aided by the Universe.You know Pile 4, that you are very lucky, very privilege in this life. You are in a position people would envied. People see you and goes 'that person got the best end of the stick in life’. And acknowledge that but in a way, it's because you alway believed that the Universe is working for you and never against you. You rest assured that The Universe alway have your back. And when you believe in something like that, there's nothing in life you can't do. You don't limit yourself to what you can or cannot do. You don't limit yourself to what you can or cannot have. To who you can and cannot be. “The world is against me...." is just an excuse and a lie.This poem helped you see that you got the biggest allied at your side. So go through life knowing you are loved and supported. Cause you are. Go through life rest in the knowing that you are okay or you alway will be okay and you are not alone on your journey.

Affirmation: "I release limiting beliefs and empowered myself to achieve more."

Signs: 77, leaves, horse, Yellow house, Gold

Songs: The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Tell me once again I could have been anyone, anyone else Before you made the choice for me My feet knew the path We walked in the dark, in the dark I never gave a single thought to where it might lead

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hiiii ^^ i have been reading your works and i really love them so much!! especially the enha reactions ones <3

i was wondering if you could do an idol!reader & enha reaction to their idol!s/o crying/comes crying because they made a small mistake while performing? and like they reassure the reader and stuff hehe thank youuuu~ looking forward to more of your works, hope you have a nice day today!! ^^

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aww thank you so much!!🥹🥹 i got pretty much all my followers bc of my enha reactions and honestly i missed it a lot😭 thank you so much for requesting!! i love the idea so much!! hope i stood up your hopes!<3 ( just finished writing it all and idk i dont really like it— let me know what you think about this one!! )

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. . ҂ Enhypen reaction to their idol s/o crying after making a small mistake while preforming ! . . ҂

. . ҂ Genre: fluff … ot7 idol!Enhypen X idol!Reader . . ҂

— Heeseung ♡

While preforming one of your songs, you accidentally bumped into one of your members and lost control for a second, you instantly fixed your dance moves and continued dancing, looking around nervously to see any reaction from your fans who were watching you.

Heeseung was backstage, waiting for you to finish and to support you, he saw your little mistake and giggled, thinking your one little mistake was the cutest thing he ever saw.

As you got off stage, breathing heavily as you felt out of breath from the physical workout, you felt your tears about to burst. Once you got in your backroom and saw Heeseung there, smiling with his shiny teeth and arms opened, you hugged him tightly while the tears finally streamed your face.

Heeseung worriedly hugged you back, his smile soon turned into a worried expression, “I made a mistake, everyone is going to hate me for that” You cried out. Heeseung weakly smiled and pat your head, “That one slip you call a ‘mistake’ was the cutest thing i’ve ever saw, and if anyone is going to hate you for that, i’m going to hate them back. You did your best, and i’m proud of you for that, you were so professional i could barely even spot the mistake” He gave you a peck on your forehead and kept hugging you.

— Jay ♡

Your earpiece stopped working at the middle of the performance and you lost the tempo, you were a little behind the others and freaked out for a second. You quickly removed one of your earpieces and fixed your moves.

The rest of the performance went well as the earpieces suddenly started to work again, you felt much confidence and less stressed although you could already feel the tears threatening to come out.

Jay was watching you from the side, from time to time you were looking at him smiling at you and clapping his hands loudly, however, after the quick accident you didn’t even dare to look at him back and it made him confused.

When you got off the stage, he tried to approach you but you were too busy with your accident that you forgot he got there to cheer you up. He caught your hand as you kept roaming around your room and quickly pushed you to a room for you two.

When he saw that a tear or two already fell from your eyes, he was quick to wipe them off with his thumb and made you look at him, deeply in his eyes. You told him right after what happened and he smiled at you. “If it’s because that stupid little accident, it’s not your fault, it’s really not. There are some things that are controllable and the earpiece is not one of them, you should let yourself relax and don’t blame yourself for that” He pecked your lips and hugged you tightly, whispering comforting things to make you more relaxed.

— Jake ♡

A week before the performance you got sick, not being able to practice on the dance and performance. You members suggested you skip the performance to have some more time to practice the dance but you kept pushing it and rejected the suggestions.

While performing, you happened to forget the few next steps, you freaked out a bit, roaming your eyes around the stage to follow your members’ moves, a few seconds later and you managed to remember the rest of the steps.

Jake, who was in the crowd, gasped worriedly when he saw your hesitation and realization, as soon as he saw your little mistake he knew you would probably blame yourself hardly for that. He ran backstage as you finished the performance and already saw you with tears.

The first instinct of his was to hug you tightly and take you to a room without anyone, and that’s what he did. After settling down on one of the sofas, he held your hands and looked at your sore eyes, “You did well, i always get so amazed when i see you performing” He pecked your forehead and smiled, “Aren’t you disappointed? I ruined the performance, it was too ugly to watch” You rolled your eyes, annoyed by your mistake.

“Ruined? Disappointed? I would never be disappointed in you,” He chuckled, “Why would I? This performance was the best one i’ve ever saw and whatever happened there was nothing, you were sick, you couldn’t practice enough and you managed to pull through it, i’m proud of you for that” He once again hugged you tighter than before until the tears stopped falling.

— Sunghoon ♡

The performance day happened on a rainy weather, the rain just stopped falling but you were forced to get on stage on perform. The stage was slippery, the staffs didn’t bother to clean it as much and you were left on a risk-to-fall stage.

You talked it out with your stylist who gave you high heels for the stage and told them about your concern, Sunghoon was also there to explain the stylists why its wrong and even managed to argue with your manager about going up stage. No matter how hard you tried, “The show must go on” They said, and so you did end up on the stage.

You and your members tried your best to perform and not slip off from the stage and were actually pretty shocked when most of the performance went well, Sunghoon was also backstage watching you nervously from the side, shocked by how focused you were, but couldn’t stop worrying.

You part was coming up and as you got in the center, you slipped off and fell on stage, shocked by the fall, you stayed there for a few seconds, the whole performance until now went well so why did you have to fall now? You blamed yourself hardly for that, but you had to continue the stage.

When you got carefully off the stage, Sunghoon was fast to pick you up and take you to your backroom, he sat you down and instantly checked on you to see if you got hurt. When he looked up at you he saw you were on the verge of tears, he quickly pecked your forehead and stared at you deeply in your eyes, “It’s not your fault, your manager and staffs are at fault, the stage was slippery as hell and you couldn’t do anything about it, stop blaming yourself for everything that happens” Usually, Sunghoon had hard time to notice what you feel, but this time, he figured it without you saying anything.

— Sunoo ♡

Your part in the stage came up and usually, the specific move you have to do is easy for you. It’s something about three spins with your hands up and then you lift your leg high while signing the part, like a ballerina. Today, you had a massive headache and weren’t sure if you could even perform.

Feeling commitment to perform, you took a painkiller to ease the pain, thinking everything would work just fine. But as soon as you got on stage you could feel the headache starting to hit you hard and when the first spin of your part came up, you fell on your knees, not being able to continue the rest of your part for a few seconds.

You got up after shaking your head and fixing your sight and continued to perform with hurting knees and head. Sunoo, who was in his own backroom, getting ready for his performance while watching your stage, gasped worriedly as he saw you falling. He immediately stopped his stylist and went to your backroom, waiting for you to finish.

When you got in after the stage, Sunoo ran up to you and hugged you, hand on your head and the other on your back, tightening his grip on you, “Are you okay?” He released the grip and looked at you, both hands on both sides of your face, he saw a few tears on your cheeks and quickly wiped them.

“I fell down, i ruined the performance, i couldn’t even finish the rest of the stage perfectly” You cried out. Sunoo was fast to wipe your tears once again and held you close to him, “It’s not your fault and nothing is ruined, you had headaches and still managed to perform amazingly, i’m sure the fans are more worried about you, you did an amazing job, i love you, dont blame yourself for that” He weakly smiled to you and again wiped the tears that kept coming out.

— Jungwon ♡

The song you were performing was one of your favorite ones to perform, you feel excited every time you’re performing this song. As your part came up, you accidentally bumped into the camera and caused everyone to stop. Too embarrassed with yourself you covered your face, apologizing over and over.

Jungwon who was watching you from behind, felt scared and nervous, he was worried you might blame yourself and it won’t end up well. You started the performance once again and this time you weren’t as excited as you were at first and Jungwon noticed it right away.

As you got down the stage you skipped Jungwon who was looking worriedly at you. He wanted to approach you but you were fast to disappear from his sight. He asked your members where you headed and they told him you wanted to be alone so you went to one of the rooms.

He knocked on the door to let you know he’s coming in and saw you sitting at the corner, hugging your legs with tears in your eyes. He went up to you and hugged you. “I caused the performance to start all over again, i almost broke the camera!” You cried, Jungwon sighed and pat your head slowly, “And what if you did? It’s not the end of the world, and no one can blame you for that, i almost punched Sunghoon because i was so overly excited when i heard the song” He giggled and caused you to laugh, he wiped your tears and kept hugging you and making you laugh until you felt slightly better.

— Riki ♡

You’re always performing live with your mic on so it was already hard for you in the first place. When your part came up you happened to forget the next lyrics and you just blabbered the rest, feeling too embarrassed to continue, you just smiled it away and let the music play.

When you got off stage you saw Riki laughing, you figured he was laughing because of your mistake but it wasn’t so funny to you. His laughs immediately turned into a worry as he saw the tears in your eyes. “Are you okay?” He put his hand on your shoulder, looking at you deeply in your eyes.

He figured alone that it must be because of your small mistake and smiled, “I thought it was cute, your smile was even cuter, it can happen to anyone you know, at least now people know it’s all live” He pat your head and wiped your few tears that fell, “I’m very proud of you, you know” He smiled and pecked your lips.

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ificouldflyxx · 2 years

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MEMORIES OF 2021

* the full mega links are of low quality with eng subs, google drive and okru links are of 1080p quality WITH eng subs!

**okru and gd link for ptd seoul pt.2 are same as disc 1 as the video is combined.

[DISC 1] :

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - SEOUL PART 1 - okru GD mega

[DISC 2] :

FULL - mega

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - SEOUL PART 2 - okru GD mega

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - SEOUL D-day MAKING FILM - okru GD

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - SEOUL SELF CAM INTERVIEW - okru GD

[DISC 3] :

FULL - mega

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE MERCH & POSTER MAKING FILM - okru GD

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE VCR MAKING FILM - okru GD

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE PRACTICE MAKING FILM - okru GD

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - SEOUL REHEARSAL MAKING FILM - okru GD

[DISC 4] :

FULL - mega

'Butter' JACKET MAKING FILM - okru GD

'Butter' MV MAKING FILM - okru GD

'Butter' PRACTICE MAKING FILM - okru GD

The Late Show with Stephen Colbert MAKING FILM - okru GD

Good Morning America MAKING FILM - okru GD

SiriusXM MAKING FILM - okru GD

'Butter (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)' SPECIAL PERFORMANCE VIDEO MAKING FILM - okru GD

[DISC 5] :

FULL - mega

'Butter' Motion Clip MAKING FILM - okru GD

'Permission to Dance' PRACTICE & MV MAKING FILM - okru GD

The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon MAKING FILM - okru GD

BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge MAKING FILM - okru GD

Global Citizen Live MAKING FILM - okru GD

[DISC 6] :

FULL - mega

35th Golden Disc Awards MAKING FILM - okru GD

MTV Unplugged MAKING FILM - okru GD

Music On A Mission | MusiCares & 'Dynamite' | 63rd GRAMMY Awards Show MAKING FILM - okru GD

63rd GRAMMY Awards Show MAKING FILM - okru GD

2021 Billboard Music Awards MAKING FILM - okru GD

CJ ENM You Quiz on the block MAKING FILM - okru GD

'HYBE: WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN?' MAKING FILM - okru GD

2021 FESTA FAMILY PORTRAIT MAKING FILM - okru GD

Rolling Stone Magazine MAKING FILM - okru GD

Billboard Magazine MAKING FILM - okru GD

2021 Show in Seoul with House Ambassadors BTS | LOUIS VUITTON MAKING FILM - okru GD

Vogue Korea & GQ Korea | LOUIS VUITTON MAKING FILM - okru GD

[DISC 7] :

FULL - mega

'My Universe' MV MAKING FILM - okru GD

Special Presidential Envoy Appointment Ceremony & 'Permission to Dance' | UNGA SDG Moment 2021 MAKING FILM - okru GD

Special Presidential Envoy Speech | UNGA SDG Moment 2021 & The Metropolitan Museum of Art MAKING FILM - okru GD

MEETING WITH Megan Thee Stallion & Coldplay - okru GD

2021 American Music Awards MAKING FILM - okru GD

The Late Late Show with James Corden MAKING FILM - okru GD

2021 iHeartRadio Jingle Ball MAKING FILM - okru GD

(will update this post as soon as content is posted and if better quality links are found then this post will be updated accordingly)

ptd seoul online concert link day 1 & 3 available here

*important for google drive links

*important for okru links

*in case a link is not working, please let me know here

*credits to the owners. none of the links belong to me, i have just compiled it together. if there is any issue with me using your link here then please let me know, i will remove it immediately.

#my links #c: memories

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zilabee · 1 year

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- Everyone having a little dance in India. Awful of them. Made me sad. Everything made me sad. Today is very sad.

- John's little 'spiritually demure' face, when Paul calls him out on not having been himself. <333333

It's like we totally, sort of, put our own personalities under, for the sake of it.

- I completely love that Linda's reaction to the footage was 'didn't you feel like going out in it', meaning getting away from the fake India of spiritual enlightenment and just experiencing something possibly actually meaningful. Getting away from their forced 'retreat' of a locked compound, and actually just retreating somewhere real, and finding nature by being in it, not by being apart from it. She's perfect for Paul. (George's confused frown.)

- Probably the best bit of get back all around is the why don't we do it in the road monkey shag interlude. When I cut Get Back down to just the bearable bits that will be all that survives this day.

George: That is the biggest joke, to be yourselves. Cause that was the purpose of going there, to try and find who yourself really is. John: Yes, well we found out, didn't we? George: And if you were really yourself, you wouldn't be any of who we are now. Paul: Mm.

- I love John's interjection here, that George ignores, even though it's a good point. And I love Paul's face when George chooses to turn his honesty into a small ~meaningful point. Pft.

- Ringo's tea is too milky even for me, and I am judging him.

- Let's prove that this song you wrote about us, definitely doesn't mean anything by singing it in every funny accent we enjoy!

- I can't believe the lack of decision making which means that this project is just now 'make an album, but badly'.

Personally I was a phenomenon

- George saying that the studio is producing a good sound, and George Martin having a little point about how Glyn is having something to do with that. <3 I love him.

- Is the Primrose Hill concert no longer possible because they asked for permission like idiots? Idiots.

- My stomach is just very sad whenever MLH starts talking.

- I don't even care any more that the big conversation is cut up and the reaction shots meaningless; the truth is probably dreadful.

- Paul's awareness in emotional collapse that there's not really anything wrong except that everything's wrong, so there's nothing anyone can do.

- The whole thing's so much, even when they're kind to each other.

- J: "No-one else wants to go on a stage, or do a tv show." He's talking about George, you know. They're so frightened to actually argue with George in case they open all his wounds, so they argue with each other about whether they should argue with George.

- It drives me mad, how quiet Ringo is, refusing to take part at all.

- I like Paul saying that to him it feels like they've got all the bad bit of being on the road now, because they're just in a room all the time, and he wants to do things not in a room. And John saying he does too, but he's accepted that the Beatles can't do that, so he's doing it with other people. Paul's really blocked on that because other people aren't as good as Beatles. Or not just that, but why be the Beatles at all if it's just the boring bit. I think that's what he's boiling down to, while the others are trying to find ways to still call something Beatles but without actually being Beatles. I don't know, I haven't thought anything through, I'm too sad.

I just want to go and have fun with it, rather than sort of, finish off exactly as we started.

- John tries to (kindly) say that it's just that it's stopped being the thing Paul wanted (because he compromised) and now it's more 'our' thing. And I don't understand what thing he thinks it is! It's not currently anyone's thing! Nobody has any idea what it is now, and that's what Paul's finding it hard to adjust to, the nothingness of it. They're literally just making an album in a hurry for no reason, and refusing to record it properly. Paul wanted to do something new, and challenging, but they've dragged it back down to ordinary.

- I love Glyn being so truly positive about what they're doing, though, and saying that even though various things haven't come off, what they're doing is still special because it's Beatles in a room! And I like John really agreeing with that, and getting that. He's so positive about the energy of the Beatles, throughout the doc, and it's sad that he won't fight for it in any meaningful way.

- John playing Lost My Little Girl is too much, it's too much. I can't be expected to. The feeling of it, when John slips into their songs from the past. So many songs that only John and Paul really knew the insides of and where they came from and what they meant, and ... just how much Paul lost when John died is unbearable, and we already knew that, I know that, but Get Back makes it too sharp and I hate everything. I was doing well at rewatching this thing but now I want to stop it and never look at it again please.

- Glyn and Michael crouching down in front of Paul like he's a little boy who's scraped his knee, talking nice to him.

- Glyn says in an interview that Ringo was the one who first showed him the roof. I assume Ringo's been hanging around up there, contemplating mortality while his band disintegrates downstairs. I like that he's found a solution that involves the absolute least travel humanly possible.

- Paul levering himself up on the roof, because he's a weird little creature of the world. So much happier when he's outside and free. MLH should have mandated twenty minutes of fresh air every day. Paul and Ringo having a little roof dance! <33 MLH trying to persuade Paul that they might have to ask for a tiny bit of permission. Hmf.

- Yes right, you were right about another verse. - Oh, he's right, you know. - He is right.

- Both John and George wanting Paul to do Let It Be the way it was, and Paul's little confusion because he has no idea what that was. <3

- It is lovely when sometimes George actually forces Paul to work out what his songs are doing, and helps him sort them into shape. He does it with Let It Be, and he did it with Get Back too. They're so good at working together in the few moments that they actually work together. (you see it most in George's songs when John is barely there.)

Come on now, back to the drudgery thank you.

Think what Vera Lynn would do to it, Paul.

He's the most together man in Garston!

Goddamn you little microphone.

"When I find myself... all moody."

You stuck another verse in there, Richard.

Now look boys, now come on, enthuse a little.

I'll have you banned from bloody Apple if you don't shut up!

#get back #get back january #yesterday's thoughts today #horrible ghastly yesterday bad very hate #had to be long because it's a very long endless stupid day #but I'm sorry though #get back words

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jmdbjk · 1 year

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Things happen for a reason

I watched it a few days ago and I have a few words to say about Namjoon and his KBS TV interview... when they discussed Jin’s enlistment I was touched by the authenticity Joon showed when he said Jin (being the elder brother) told him he’d go and experience it first and then let them know what it’s like. And I immediately think of Jin’s astronaut floating through space alone to explore uncharted territory for them (tears again).

When Joon explained the attempt to balance regular Kim Namjoon who likes to read and look at paintings, with the stage persona of RM, who performs in front of 60,000 people, it made me think of when he and Jimin were in the car on their way to the AMAs last year. Joon said something about this red carpet stuff as being awkward and something to the effect that celebrities enjoy the circus that goes with these award shows. Which seems to be true. Jimin said we are not celebrities, (therefore they don’t enjoy this sort of stuff) they are just Park Jimin and Kim Namjoon. The two philosophers...smh. But Jimin was basically being honest. The separation is real for them.

[We know much more about Kim Namjoon these days but do we really KNOW the real regular guy, Park Jimin? Predicting a very long post in the future.]

You know, (criticism of the k-pop industry’s extreme practices notwithstanding) here in the west, we hear of young artists who experience fame and fortune at a young age and who are also trying to grow up in the spotlight and many times they crash and burn, become addicted to drugs or alcohol and/or suffer mental health issues when they can’t handle the extreme pressure placed on them. The members of BTS all experienced this extreme pressure and sometimes were overwhelmed. But they were lucky enough to have a support system with each other and their company to get them through this period. As Joon said, with Jin’s enlistment, the page is turned on this chapter of BTS.

He also mentions that the timing couldn’t be better for this period of BTS because the team is very strong and Army trusts BTS. Just that statement reminds me that I fully believe in “things happen for a reason” and that all the turmoil and grief of the last 3 years was a time that strengthened them as individuals which allowed them to focus on what they wanted for their future. The timing is better now than it would have been at the end of 2020 had the pandemic never happened, had Jin enlisted then...we wouldn’t have Dynamite or Butter or BE or the Permission to Dance concerts.

Joon has been very forthcoming and honest, very REAL, these last few weeks. I am grateful to him.

Here is the entire KBS interview with English subs.

Joon’s Rolling Hall live performance: Paul Blanco and Youjeen blew me away with their voices. The intimacy of the venue, the fact there were no cell phones and no army bombs... just like back in the day when you had to watch with your eyes, listen with your ears or else miss it. I enjoyed it very much. And everything else he’s done to promote Indigo has been outstanding and a breath of fresh air.

Last but not least, hey, hey, hey! Run BTS episodes now having their own playlist on BangtanTV (Youtube). Very convenient and easy to find, easy to watch. THANK YOU!

(But also low key suspicious they are trying to keep us distracted because something’s coming.)

#day 9 of Jin's enlistment #Run BTS the show #rm indigo #pjm1 is coming #kim namjoon #namjoon #jimin #park jimin

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jiinjiinjarra · 2 months

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Mar 10 & 12-13, 2022 (220310, 220312-220313): BTS Permission To Dance On Stage - Seoul

🐰: "At concerts, in terms of physical stamina, the opening is the most challenging part. But you can get a 'head start' by stirring up excitement, so it's important and I try to peg away. I actually go hard on myself a little. My fans also like it when I give it my all like that. It's something only I can call forth." (p.560)

Mar 31 & Apr 2, 2022 (220331 & 220402): 64th Grammy Awards

🐹: "I'm already content, so not winning wouldn't make me any less happy. Winning would be nice, but that's about it." (p.154)

Apr 3, 2022 (220403): 64th Grammy Awards

BTS // Book // 'Beyond the Stage' Documentary Photobook : The Day We Meet // Photobook // 2023 // Pt.8

Scan Cr. jiinjiinjarra (me)

Translation cr. provided in the book

#bts #bts jin #bts jungkook #jin #jungkook #jinkook #beyond the stage #kookjin #bts photobook #bts scans

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roppongi-division · 5 months

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"The question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me."

Timeline

Age 0:

She is born to her mother and an unknown man in San Antonio, TX.

Her father abandons her and her mom after finding out Mireya isn't his daughter.

Her mother begins dating another man.

Age 2:

The man she thought was her father leaves the family for some reason.

Another man takes his place as his mother begins dating him.

Age 3:

Her mother begins putting her in child beauty pageants.

She is told how to stand, how to walk, how to sound, etc.

Though she doesn't win most of them, her name gets out there as a beautiful young child.

Age 4:

She soon becomes something of a child model, starring in commercials and magazine covers.

Age 9:

After her mom changes boyfriends for the umpth time, she finally decides to ask who her father is.

Her mother refuses to answer, stating that she doesn't want to talk about him.

She also tells Mireya not to ask about him again.

Age 13:

She starts entering teen beauty pageants.

She views it as the same thing as when she was younger; she is sick of it.

She dreams of being a professional actress.

Age 14:

She starts high school.

She isn't allowed to make friends or hang out with boys, per her mother's instruction.

She finds this to be hypocritical of her considering she changes boyfriends all the time.

Her school is hosting a school dance. She asks her mom for permission to go. She says 'no', unsurprisingly.

Upset, Mireya sneaks out to go anyway. For the first time in a long time, she has fun.

She fights with her mother upon her return home, calling her a hypocrite.

Age 15:

Her body begins to mature, meaning she gets a lot of attention from guys.

Age 17:

She graduates high school.

She considers going to college to studying acting; her mother thinks it is a waste of time and money.

Age 21:

Despite pressure from pageants and her mother, she manages to graduate with a bachelor's in acting and theatre.

She decides to leave San Antonio to go to L.A. to pursue an acting career.

She and her mother have one last fight when her mother tries to stop her.

She states she's sick of the pageants, the pressure, and her mom trying to live her life through her because she made mistakes.

She runs off with the money she made from the pageants and heads for the west coast.

Unfortunately, the money she makes is quickly used up because her mother has blocked her credit cards.

She is forced to stop in Las Vegas and find work until she can get some money in her pocket again.

She gets hired at a bar as a bargirl.

The mistress in charge teaches her the ins and outs of bartending, dancing on stage and flirting with customers.

Mireya takes to it quickly.

One of the girls, who has a Middle Eastern theme going, teaches Mireya how to belly dance, which she loves.

Age 22:

While working in one of the bars one day, she is told that a new DJ is coming to help with one of the shows.

She doesn't really pay him any mind until she locks eyes with him. He calls himself 'DJ Veenyle'.

He asks her out on a date after the show. Mireya happily accepts. He introduces himself as 'Kai Quinlan'.

The two spend several days together, enjoying each other's company.

Sadly, Kai has to leave, and the two bid each other farewell, hoping that they'll see each other again.

Age 23:

After saving up some money, she decides to leave the bar and continue to L.A.

She arrives in the city and is pointed to a nearby movie studio.

Unfortunately, it is just an indie studio that produces B-rated films.

She searches for another movie studio that is further away, but can help get her career started.

Unfortunately, the movie makes adult films and, unknown to her, is secretly owned by the mob.

The mob gets her hooked on heroin to make her more compliant.

She is basically used as nothing more than a prostitute.

Age 24:

She is, surprisingly, saved by Kai Quinlan, who came to rescue her.

He cares for her while she is recovering from her trauma and drug use.

After several months of therapy and medication, she is deemed fit healthy.

After several more months, Kai asks her to marry him. She accepts.

She refuses to tell her mother, not wishing to speak with her.

Though things get tense between her and Kai's mother, Kai is, thankfully, there for her.

The two are wed in New York City, Kai's birthplace.

Kai's sister bequeaths her and Kai a brand-new car as a wedding present.

Age 25:

The two have their honeymoon in Tokyo, Japan.

She is surprised when Kai asks her to stay with him in Japan.

After thinking about it, she decides to put her acting career on pause and agrees to stay with him.

They both renounce their American citizenship, officially becoming Japanese citizens.

Age 26:

It is revealed that she and Kai are unable to have a child due to her being diagnosed with hyperprolactinemia.

She is depressed by this ordeal and becomes melancholic.

Kai helps her every step of the way.

After almost a year of therapy, she starts to feel better, though she is still sensitive about the topic of children.

Age 27:

No longer having the heart for acting, she passes the time by teaching young girls and women how to dance.

She is introduced to 'Zakari Hiroya', an orphaned teenager who plays games of chance.

She is asked by Kai if they want to adopt Zakari. She is skeptical, but agrees.

She eventually decides to raise him as his own son.

She goes back to work, dancing in bars and nightclubs.

Age 28:

After a period of time of this, she eventually decides to open her own with her husband's help.

The two find a suitable place in the party district of Roppongi in Minato and take out a loan to have the nightclub built.

Age 29:

Within a year, the couple's nightclub is finished.

Though Mireya wants to jointly own it with her husband, Kai refuses, letting his wife be firmly in charge.

She calls it 'Gypsy's Palace'.

Kai begins playing exclusively at the nightclub, boosting its popularity.

Though she is the owner, she still performs and dances.

Age 31:

She manages to pay off the loan for the nightclub.

She decides to expand it, adding a casino in one wing.

Zakari decides to help out, performing extreme stunts in the casino for money.

Age 32:

Together with Reika Aichi of Shizuoka, she starts up a recreational center for young girls.

Age 33:

The H-Era officially starts, and the Party of Words takes control of the Japanese government.

Her husband becomes depressed, due to TDD breaking up.

She does what she can to make him feel better.

Age 34:

Present.

Chuohku, in an effort to consolidate more power, forces Kai to join the D.R.B.

After hearing that he must form a team to enter, Mireya offers to join. Though Kai doesn't want her or Zakari to get involved, they join, regardless.

She becomes the second member of the Roppongi Division rap battle team, Private Party, alongside Kai Quinlan and Zakari Hiroya.

Schedule

12 a.m. - 1 a.m.: Performing at Gypsy's Palace

1 a.m. - 1:30 a.m.: Returns home

1:30 a.m. - 9 a.m.: Asleep

9 a.m. - 11 a.m.: Freshens up

11 a.m - 12 p.m.: Makes and eats brunch with family

12 p.m. - 12:30 p.m.: Heads to recreational center

12:30 p.m. - 2:30 p.m.: Tutors young girls in dancing

2:30 p.m. - 3 p.m.: Returns home

3 p.m. - 4 p.m.: Works out

4 p.m. - 6 p.m: Freshens up for evening

6 p.m. - 6:30 p.m.: Walks to nightclub

6:30 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.: Does paperwork for nightclub

8:30 p.m. - 9 p.m.: Prepares and opens up nightclub

9 p.m. - 11:30 p.m.: Observes nightclub

11:30 p.m. - 12 a.m.: Performing with husband at nightclub

Character Hashtags

Regular Hashtags

#Found a family that loves me

#Welcome to Gypsy's Palace

#Happy with my life

Trauma Hashtags

#A fatherless existence

#I couldn't live my own life

#Deprived of a child(hood)

Other Info

Hobby: Dancing

Weakness: Large Ego

Trauma: "Ever since I was born, my mom has always dictated how I should live."

Twitter: @TheGypsyQueen1

Drinks: Yes

Smokes: Yes

Special Skill: "I'm not afraid to take charge when I need to. I'm a charismatic leader."

Intro Quote: "If negativity knocks on your door, it's your choice to let in it."

Trauma Quote: "I'm sick of it, mother! I'm sick of all of the pageants, the stress, not being able to do what I want, everything! But worst of all, I'm sick of you! I HATE YOU!!"

Ending Quote: "Sorry, but we don't abide wallflowers here in Gypsy's Palace."

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #mireya quinlan #private party #roppongi division #trauma #get more info #twitter #paradox live #tw: prostitution #tw: drug use

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stormblessed95 · 2 years

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Memories 2021 Discs 1 - 3

So I asked again when I said I was going to watch memories in full if you would be interested in commentary from me as I did so. There were a lot of people who said yes, so here we are! I have officially watched BTS Memories of 2021. Here are my thoughts as I went. There were 7 DVDs in this one. Reminder that these aren't going to be smoothly written out thoughts. You get these like I'm live reacting, texting my bestie or live tweeting. Lol it'll be in like bullet point format sort of, just... a commentary post as I go. Lol Hope you enjoy anyway! Let's go!

Disc 1

BTS PTD On Stage in Seoul:

Track List:

1. On

2. Fire

3. Dope

4. DNA

5. Blue & Grey

6. Black Swan

7. BST

8. Fake Love

9. Life Goes On

10. Boy with Luv

11. Dynamite

12. Butter

13. Airplane Pt. 2

14. Baepsae

15. Disease

16. Telepathy

17. Stay

18. So What

19. I Need U

20. Save Me

21. Idol

22. Epilogue Young Forever

23. Spring Day

24. Permission to Dance

The whole first Disc and half of Disc 2 was just the concert. Which was their online concert in Seoul before they were able to go do their PTD Concerts in the US later that year. This concert was held on 211024. I'm honestly not going to talk about this too much as for memories I'd rather get to focus on all the making films and behinds, which is what yall are really wanting my thoughts over I'm sure. Lol but I love watching them perform. I remember watching this concert for the first time and all the timeline meltdowns over the stages. I love JK giggling so hard and something 2seok said to him that he could barely sing during life goes on too, as well as telling all his haters to f**k off this concert too! Love it 🤣 and I adored how Tae kept encouraging everyone saying they were doing a good job and the other 6 members kept checking on him and otherwise including him, even from afar at times in the parts they would normally do together that they couldn't since Tae was chair bound due to his knee injury. How they all gathered around Tae while singing Airplane pt 2 😭 I missed seeing him front and center with everyone else for sure. And their voices are so crystal clear and beautiful and lovely 😍

Disc 2

Seoul D-Day Making Film:

Everyone arrives to the venue VISIBLY NERVOUS. Ugh my babies. They are so cute. Everyone eating before the concert, staff providing some really yummy food. JK and Jin both sharing and joking a bit over not being able to sleep from nerves. JK ticking Jimin to get his attention and telling him that he the food looks delicious. Lol Post over that Here. And the shared smiles between everyone as they start shaking off nerves and sleepiness. Everyone's concern for Tae and wanting him to not push it and rest and get better during that first meeting. They love him. Jimin hugging on Hobi for warmth during the start of rehearsals. Cuties. Not even 5 minutes in and I'm going to start to cry!! Tae staring at the floor all sad during B&G rehearsals as he had to sit away from the group. Jimin singing for rehearsals while staring at Tae who is staring sadly at the floor and the captions telling us they were planning to sing this part while looking at each other and being next to each other originally 😭 my heart! Tae dancing lightly during sound heck regardless of his injury and afterwards when leaving the stage, JK running up to check on him and ask how he is feeling after all that. God, my heart can't handle all the affection and care they give each other. Jinkook randomly bickering over the Fire Performance lol and then Jimin showing up to sit with JK and review the songs/set. And boy do they sit close and practically on top of each other. And their super soft tones 🥺 Post Here. They are so cute for real. Hopekook joining the pre-show ARMY chat and talking with ARMY. Their giggles 😍 I love seeing it from their side too.

Everyone getting ready to go up on stage and Jimin lightly tapping Tae on the cheek in encouragement and everyone telling him to get better soon. Ugh. All this babying and loving on Tae makes me so happy. Cant forget about Jin choking Tae on stage during DNA lmao The editors making fun of us during a few clips of the Black Swan saying ARMY couldn't make up their minds about both wanting BTS to cover up but also unbutton more 🤣 Jimin walking off stage to get ready for the encore with Tae. I don't think they left this man alone once! And then Jimin again walking with Tae after the concert. Jimin offering to carry Tae since he is limping a bit and holding his hand and cheering him up and sticking by his side 😭 it really is so touching seeing how much they love and take care of each other. Jimin is such a good friend. Jin looked so cute walking out of the stadium in his little hair bow. And yoongi looked like a whole dream in his sweater!

Seoul Self Cam Interview:

This was cute little self cams where they each walked around the stadium and talked pre concert about how they are feeling, their worries and hopes for this concert and future concerts. As well as mostly just talking about how much they miss army and performing for army in person.

They also did a small interview based on the PTD lyrics that was really cute. Hobi said he avoids overeating, drinking and working out to prep for concert day. Tae answered that his favorite part would be the new intro for Butter and how much he liked it and how he thinks ARMY will love it (we did)! Yoongi saying they were hit with the wall of reality when it was realized for sure they couldn't have army at the concert and that it was hard. 🥺 JK saying that youth is a feeling and it's about the present moment. Jimin was called BTS's mood maker and said that On, Save Me and Idol reflected BTS's energy on stage together really well. Namjoon was the best leader and said that even though they've known each other forever and don't need to talk to know things about each other, it's always still important to keep talking and keeping telling each other I love you so that they make sure they always know it. Jin saying that Idol is his comfort song from the set list because it's upbeat and fun but also has meaningful lyrics.

Disc 3

PTD Merch and Poster Making Film:

They look so cute and stunning during their solo shoots! Hobi pretending to flatline during JKs photoshoot is so funny 🤣 he gets it. Lol the funniest quartet for a unit, taekooknamseok! JK couldn't play the prop drums on set so he and Tae instead obnoxiously drum on the table while waiting for photos 🤣 and Jimin with yoonjin who all randomly start reminiscing about BV1! They are so cute. Jimin, our little fairy, with the cutest poses on his solo shoot too. Lol the first shoot of the group photos we see and JK is smiling so big while everyone else is serious and his "oops" face as he notices and gives a more serious expression too is so cute! And not JK unbuttoned his shirt further for the next set of ot7 photos! 🤣

During the poster shooting when they are on a break and getting retouched up, Tae keeps reaching up past JK and Hobi to mess with Jimins hair or ear. Lmfao and the first time Jimin thought it was JK and the second time he turned around, realized it was Tae and tried to get around Hobi to go get him back 🤣 their giggles!! And Tae doesn't stop! Lol even DURING the photos he reached over to try and ruffle Jimins hair again 🤣🤣 Jinkook immediately play boxing and fighting as soon as they *think* the shoot is over lol just to have to get back into photo mode again. Staff asking Jin to please fold his arms for the photo. Jimin instead taking Jins hand to hold it in his own and Jin holding onto Hobis arm. All of them cracking themselves up 🤣 2seok giving ending comments of the video at the exact same time and being asked if they planned it. "No, we are just naturally in sync" 🥺😍 JK leaning over Yoonjins shoulders and Jin just holding onto JKs hand over his shoulder with both of his hands so cutely 😭🥰

PTD VCR Making Film:

Everyone shooting their individual mug shoot scenes and the editors just going "they aren't troublemakers. They are so cute." Relatable content 🤣 and then we of course just have Jimin handcuffing himself to Jungkook for fun. Post over the Handcuffs Here Lol and Hobi dying laughing when Jimin wiggles himself out of the handcuffs without even needing to open them! And when staff was telling Tae about the paperclip scene he looked so baby and innocent and then he actually did the scene and the vibe change 😳

We then moved on to the next VCR set with the Vmonkook unit! Lol Tae valiantly trying to teach Namjoon how to hold the pool stick so sweetly. And eventually the staff just taking the stick away from Joon and giving it to JK and saying that Joon can just drink something instead and taekook will play pool for the shoot 😅🤣 JK sliding across the pool table "like a seal" to get into position for all 3 of them to look over their "suspicious plans" and making Vmon laugh so hard when it's supposed to be a serious scene. Lmao they are so funny.

And we get the next subunit! Which is SopeJinMin and I love them. 2seok are the cutest with the tiny dancing together on the bench. I love them. The absolute chaotic dance party that they had. Lol and when reviewing the footage Jhopes absolute excitement and hype over Jimins shirt riding up when he was jumping around dancing. Telling him he should raise his arms up more so that his abs flash more often 🤣 Jimin saying that he untucked his shirt before the shoot so that we would get "accidental" ab flashes. I need him to chill!! Lol

Ot7 shooting at the PTD general store. Lol Jimin taking the paper towels from set to give to his mom 😭🤣 they are so sweet. Jhope and Jimin acting out a skit where Jhope buys Jin in a shopping cart 🤣🤣 lol and then JK coming out and seeing what's going on and taking over to violently spin the cart around like crazy with Jin in it. They are insane 🤣 and the little kids on set laughing so hard and thinking it's so fun so JK picks her up and spins her around in his arms a bunch too 😭😭 MY HEART to which Jimin comes to return the favor and scoops JK up and spins him too. Lol JK smiling so big 😍 He also then has JK get on his back and when Hobi asks JK how much he weighs lately, JK answers and says he has lost some weight recently, to which Jimin confirms saying that yes, he has been lighter lately. And JK then picks Jimin up too. Man, they HAVE to just be constantly picking each other up everywhere they go lol. Taekook and their new shoulder bump handshake they do before filming kicks off again is so cute. Jimin giving the little girl a balloon and touching her chin so cutely before giving a mischievous smirk over his shoulder at JK who tried really hard not to smile at how cute Jimin was being. God, they are all so cute and sweet and silly. Vmin hanging out and giving cute dancing tips to the little girl and then she dances with all 7 of them. She must've had the best day!! And I'm adding my post over some more of the jikookery moments in the VCR Making Film Here too.

PTD Practice Making Film:

I can't believe we are kicking this making film off with my yoonmin loves playing basketball together. What a good way to start practice!! My yoonmin basketball post. This was day 1 of ptd practice and it took place on 211012. We of course have dance leader Hope! And Hobi just trying to get everyone going and into position for the end of On, and we have taekook alternatively smacking/hanging off each other and off Hobi himself with Joon also trying to get them to chill. Only for Jin to grab JKs butt as they get into their line up 🤣🤣 the beautiful chaos. Hobi giving Yoongi instruction. Jimin in the background feeling up JKs abs just because he can lol JK started to yank Jin back and forth by the neck of his hoodie and Jimin retaliating for Jin by flicking JKs nipple 😂 JK wrestling Jin down and laying on the back of his head (like a tortured verison of their butter A lol) and everyone just ignoring their antics as per usual. IM NOT EVEN 2 MINUTES IN THIS VIDEO IS SO CHAOTIC! Everyone gets more serious for Black Swan though as it has a new intro. Hobi counting out the beat for them and then turning and clarifying the count with Jimin as for which one they move on. I love when we see our main dancers take charge and lean on each other like that. Vmin just giving each other a big hug during their fake love practice 🥺 JinKook fighting over who can make their hand go up higher during the ending pose lol. And then we have 3J discussing practice and concert logistics during the break and deciding what to do before they end practice for the day 🥺 Hobi leading practice for the new Butter intro and helping everyone make sure they nail the moves. When Jimin accidentally messes up his arm placements after they review the film of the practice, Jimin goes and curls up in JKs neck. Lol his safe place for sure 😍 My Post for that moment here. They work so hard. TaeJin dancing together so cutely!! Jimin getting caught by JK about to pour water over him when Jimin thought his eyes were closed 😂 JK then wearing and ending up napping on Jimins beanie and Tae waking him up in the cutest and most softest way. My Nap post here. Tae giving suggestions for a better stage and everyone praising him for his good ideas 🥺

The next day of practice is once again kicking off with yoonmin playing basketball together. I wonder if most of their practice sessions start off that way while they wait for everyone to either get there or be ready to get started. That would be really cute. Day 2 was the very next day and actually also Jimins BIRTHDAY! We know because his outfit (minus the hoodie he wore in the live) and accessories and hairstyle match up perfectly with when he went live for his birthday. So did JKs outfit match up. Suga always noticing Hobis cute acorn bags. 🥺 which led to trainee day memories of Suga having a similar bag and Tae kept taking it, which Jin then mentioned that Tae kept stealing his jacket back then too. Lol Poor Tae 😂 Jimin saving his soulmate by starting practice back up again for Black Swan 🤣 Chaos reigns during Stay Practice. Lol Yoongi dipped to just go shoot more hoops. Tae randomly finds and starts playing a trombone and Jin and JK take turns holding a mic up to make his playing louder in turn with their singing. Lol Jimin just dying laughing through it all. Jimin being shy about Save Me and starting it off solo and holding onto JK to try and make him stay with him. Lol which he ends up coming back to stay with Jimin! And teases him with the save me choreo, with Tae also joining them. The Save Me jokes will never die! Jimin also being the biggest Young Forever fanboy and looking like the happiest person ever cheering on Hobi during his verse 😍 JK lifting Jimin in the air and Jimin holding a pose while he sings and JK slowly spins him in the air like an angel. Lol please they are so cute 😭😍 It fit so well!!! Jimin being the angel he is on his birthday! Vhopemin jumping in a little mini dance circle is so cute. I love these practice films! My Post that covers more of the Jikookery from this Film.

PTD Rehearsal Making Film:

The video basically opens up with them all filming their solo shoots that will be their mirrors for Blue & Grey. And just unnecessarily showing us namkook working out in Black Swan outfits while waiting their turn 😅🤣 they get all wrapped up for rehearsals in the cold. Jimin decided he wanted to film Tae and chases him around the entire stadium filming him as Tae runs away 🤣 Hopekook loving the cold and dancing to stay warm. Yoongi once again pointing out Jhopes cute acorn bag 🥺 Tae comes and whispers something to JK with his mischievous smile and JK clearly didn't feel quite up to making trouble and Tae was all why notttt before checking something under his shirt and then moving on to go dance for Jin and Jimin. What was he wanting?! 🤣🤣 random cuts of Jikook dancing and goofing off together through the whole soundcheck are so cute. And of course, Jinkook boxing. Yoongi climbing up on the couch for BWL and the editors adding cat ears too him and captioning it like he climbing a cat tree 😭🤣 Jikook talking about Blue and Grey with the director and Jimin borrowing JKs mic to do so. And JK just sticking around, waiting for Jimin so they can leave together 🥺🥺 My Post over that Here. And Jin being so sad about something making his white jacket stained 😭 Jimin talking to cameras in the corner, with JK just chilling right there with them. Those two are stuck like glue always. Well, JK is there until he thinks Namjoon stole his shoes, then he is chasing Joon down yelling for his shoes back. They weren't his shoes though lmfao! Poor Joon. Wrongfully accused 😂 Jhope coordinating where they will pick up with rehearsals tomorrow with staff. He really does such a great job helping everyone stay focused and works so hard! It's amazing to see.

Day 2, dress rehearsal time! Jimin in his sleeveless tank for the first set, the staff were worried about him so he said one of the staff gave him his jacket to wear so he wouldn't catch a cold 🥺 and they show us Tae starting to limp and getting hurt. Nooooo 😭 god. Watching him hurt is so upsetting. The members go through more of the Rehersal while Tae leaves to go sit with the med team and get checked out. Everyone taking a break as soon as possible and immediately hustling over to go check on Tae. 😭 Jimin literally sticking to him and keeping a hand out for him when they are walking back to the stage to finish rehearsing even if Tae sits through the choreo. He is so upset and everyone is clearly worried for him too. Tae leaves to go to the ER and Jimin shouting to call them as soon as he is done 🥺 but they all continue through for the rest of the Rehersals. Jikook jumping off the couch at the end of BWL and going for a hug or light touch or something but we get cut straight into Dynamite without seeing their cuteness! Jimin was cutely snuggled up to Jin though for a bit on the couch! Joonie getting so distracted by dancing with Jimin to the Dynamite live band that he forgot his cue to go high five/trade center stage places with Jungkook and JK turns and was confused to not find RM 🤣 oops! Jimin does a weird pose on stage. Jin, no questions asked, just poses with him. The way these guys match each other's energy is my favorite thing. Lol jikook randomly rock paper scissorsing on the carts. And Hobi being the cutest cart driver. My favorite being their adorable weird came out of no where, matching each other's energy jumping conga line during Idol. Lmfao JK imitating Jimins spring day dance over and over and looking at Jimin every time to make him and everyone else laugh is so precious. Yoongi singing Tae's spring day parts since he isn't there 🥺😭 And then JK joining yoonmin for their back to back part, leaning on them both and then just hanging out tucked onto Jimins shoulder for a bit. He is so cute 🥺 the way Yoongi was making Jimin laugh by covering all of Vs parts! Jikook walking off stage together, arms around each other, loudly thanking everyone and everything for their hard work. Each other. The staff. The chairs. Even the moon! Lol and they also mentioned Tae who they were missing! They are so cute. Jimin giving his ending thoughts to the camera while holding his phone and texting Tae the whole time who was telling Jimin he had watched the rest of the rehearsals too. I love that they were in contact as soon as they could be. You know Jimin was worried as was everyone else! And adding my post at the end here about extra Jikookery during these Rehearsals. I love seeing how hard they all work for real!

And this brings me to the end of the first 3 discs of memories 2021 and the end to part 1 of my thoughts over memories 2021. Which is mostly about how much I love all 7 of these guys and how much I admire their passion for performance and how hard they all work. I'll be back soon with more of the discs in part 2! Thanks for letting me share!

#my thoughts over memories dvds #my thoughts over memories 2021 #jikook #kookmin

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hello, Hazel!

how about "let's go out for a cheap dinner" ft. mashton for the prompts?<3

hi ana! thanks for requesting!

mashton: "Let's go out for a cheap dinner"

Michael covers his face with his hands and groans, as loud as he can. It echoes slightly in the empty theater, or maybe he just thinks it does because his hands are creating an echo chamber, but either way it's equally as satisfying as it isn't.

"Mood," Luke says. Michael turns his head to look at him, sitting in the second row of the audience with his feet propped up on the chair in front of him, Sierra nodding sagely beside him. It looks like an uncomfortable position for someone of his size, but laying on his back on the hard, disgusting wooden stage isn't as comfortable for Michael as it could be, so he's not going to say anything.

"They should've done Beauty and the Beast," Calum repeats for the fiftieth time since they all began working on this production nearly two months ago.

"Or Shrek. Or Spongebob. Or Sound of Music. Or literally any other family-friendly musical besides fucking Mary Poppins," Michael agrees, just like he has every other time.

When he applied for the job to direct Mary Poppins at a community theater this summer, it had seemed like a good idea. Being partially-funded through Community Education, he was told that they would have full access to the theater, scene shop, and costume shop at the high school, as well as some additional rehearsal spaces there. The board of directors seemed really excited to dive into a family show after producing some more mature musicals in the previous years, and he got to hire the production staff, meaning he could ensure that he works with his friends this summer. He knew that Mary Poppins is a difficult show from basically every standpoint: the music is complex, the dance numbers are big, there's an inconvenient amount of settings, and Mary Poppins does magic at about 12 different points in the script, including flying across the stage. Still, Michael had been optimistic.

Michael had been a fucking idiot.

This has been, to put it plainly, the most frustrating directing experience Michael has ever had. The theater was a new build from five years ago, but apparently the blueprints have since been lost and no one at the school knows the measurements of the space. He keeps trying to negotiate with different flight companies so they can rent equipment, hire a trainer, and have Mary actually fly across the stage, but most of them are appalled at the quick turnaround and all of them need some sort of measurement of the space, not to mention that Michael has to wait for permission from Community Education before he can solidify a deal. Every time he thinks they have it, the school finds some sort of issue that takes him three days to smooth over, at which point they find another one, then later another one.

Administration doesn't seem to understand anything about urgency, because the production staff didn't get their contracts until a month after rehearsals began, so now everyone is scrambling to get things done, and they still don't know what the set will look like because they don't know if Mary will be flying or if they have to find some other way to imply that she is.

That doesn't even scratch the surface. The stage has dried gum on it but the custodians won't let them mop, let alone paint the stage so it actually looks nice and fresh instead of ugly and chipped. They don't have keys to the catwalk. They only just got keys to the booth tonight, and Matt and Roy spent all rehearsal up there trying to figure out how the sound and lights are set up, because it doesn't follow logic. The electrics aren't weighted, which could kill someone, but the weight station is a floor above and the door is padlocked. Michael has already requested a key, but he requested a key to the catwalk two months ago and still doesn't have it.

There's no dressing rooms, no backstage space, and no hallway behind the stage to cross from one side to the other unseen. Michael figures all of those are problems for tech week, but tech week is very quickly approaching, which is why Michael is currently laying on the stage having a mental breakdown two hours after rehearsal ended.

His phone buzzes. He checks it, exhaling when he sees who is texting him.

"Can someone let Ashton in?" he requests.

Someone, probably Roy, heaves a sigh and gets up. Michael stares up at the electrics and wonders if he can sue the school if one of the lights falls and lands on him.

"Well, this is pitiful," Ashton says a few moments later. Michael holds up his middle finger. Ashton probably looks lovely, even for this late at night, and looking at him will probably make Michael feel incrementally better, but he's decided to let himself wallow and therefore refuses to so much as glance at him.

"Come on, what was your win of the day?" Ashton asks. He started asking this after the second week, when Michael came home and told him that every day with this production feels like getting one win, then fifteen losses. The win is usually that the actors have learned something new. The losses are typically everything else.

"We got access to the booth," Matt offers. "Nothing in there is set up, but we have access, so Roy and I can actually start our jobs."

Michael gives a thumbs up.

"Hey, that's great! Is there anything else that you need to solve here tonight, or can I take your fearless leader home?"

Michael holds up his middle finger again. There's a beat of silence, then Calum's voice, holding all of the authority he needs as a stage manager.

"There's nothing else we can do tonight. Let's all go home."

Michael listens to everyone gather their things and put the theater back to some semblance of order. Something blocks the lights overhead, and Michael squints until the silhouette solidifies into Ashton, looking down at him. He really looks good, even when Michael is looking at him from the most unfortunate angle. He's wearing a bandana to keep his curls contained, something which he started doing again this summer, and his shirt is sleeveless, giving Michael a fantastic view of his arms. Michael really likes those arms.

Ashton holds out a hand. Michael drags a sigh up from the depths of his soul and takes it.

"What do you want to eat?" Ashton asks as he's hauling him up and Michael is doing his best imitation of a rag doll.

"We have no food at home. I do not want peanut butter and jelly."

"Let's go out for a cheap dinner," Ashton suggests. Michael rolls his eyes and slumps against him.

"I do not want McDonald's for the third time this week, and there's no where else near us open this late."

"I was researching and found a 24/7 diner about half an hour away. That'll give you enough time to vent and relax, and you'll probably get to sleep just as early as you would if we went home and you watched Netflix."

Michael considers, enjoying the feeling of Ashton's arm around him, supporting his weight. Ashton is always a fantastic combination of solid and soft, which makes him the perfect person to hug.

"I have a playlist ready," Ashton says. "No Mary Poppins on it at all."

"Twist my arm, why don't you," Michael concedes. Ashton ushers him off the stage to gather his backpack, script, and numerous writing utensils that have escaped their case. Calum has already stolen his keys to lock up, and by the time he turns out the lights and the group heads to the parking lot, Michael is feeling marginally more like a functional person.

"Come on, in you go," Ashton says after they call goodbyes to the rest of the staff, holding Michael's door open for him. The show must be taking a noticeable toll on him tonight if Ashton is babying him this much, but Michael is pretty lazy and isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth right now.

Michael doesn't know what he'd do without Ashton, honestly. Between juggling his day job, rehearsals, production meetings, and all of the administrative bullshit that has unexpectedly come with this show, Michael barely finds time to exist, let alone eat and sleep and drink water. Ashton is the one who ensures that those needs are met, picking him up from production meetings once he deems that they've gone on long enough if Michael doesn't call before then, making meals that will be good reheated when he has time and scoping out places for them to get food when everything else is closed. He offers a patient ear when Michael needs to rant and practical solutions when he can, and Michael is man enough to admit that he would have fallen apart by now without the knowledge that there is someone who is in his corner and who will still love him if the production goes to shit.

"Hey," he says once Ashton starts the engine, his phone already hooked up to the car and an acoustic pop punk song beginning to play over the speakers. "I love you."

Ashton smiles at him, reaching out and tucking a lock of Michael's hair back, letting his fingers trail down Michael's cheek after. Michael closes his eyes, savoring the sensation.

"I love you, too," Ashton says warmly. "Now let's get some food in you. You can tell me all about the school's latest bullshit on the way there."

Michael sighs and presses back against his seat, looking out the window at the dark. quiet town around them. He starts talking, and Ashton listens attentively the entire time, even when Michael can tell from his clenched jaw and furrowed brow that he's angry on his behalf. Once Michael has gotten it all out of his system, he lets Ashton distract him with talk about his own day over a plate of pancakes and some bacon.

With Ashton's ankle hooked around his under the table, it's the most relaxed Michael has felt all day.

"Thank you," Michael says before they pay the bill. He means it for more than just the food, Ashton understands. He always does.

"I love you," Ashton says in reply, like it's an explanation.

Michael takes the last bite of his pancakes from the tiny diner that Ashton found to ensure that Michael eats well, and knows with certainty that he can make it through anything with Ashton by his side.

#my writing #mashton #ask box prompt #YES i was projecting. yes these were all real issues with our production i choreographed/assistant directed #however i think that the fact that i wrote at all is a big big big win!!!!#this is the 4th thing i've posted this year. at all. since january.#but we're vibing now!!!!#also i didn't think of this until i finished this version but i totally could've made this about vampires for you ana #like. ''let's go out for a cheap dinner'' that's vampire flirting for let's go kill some people #but no matter! what's done is done!#i already wrote a vampire thing this year so it's fine #chameleonsoul #ana

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