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201128 Weverse Magazine ‘BE’ Comeback Interview - Namjoon

RM: “I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now” BTS BE comeback interview 2020.11.28

The story of BTS’ new album BE started on April 17, 2020 when group member RM announced its production on the BANGTANTV YouTube channel. In the seven months that followed until the album’s release, RM’s mind was full, his thoughts flowing in and out of his head.

How do you feel about the unique approach you took to making your new album, BE? RM: The other members were a ton of help to me. My lyrics made it on the album, but the music I composed didn’t, so I’m really thankful to the group for the music. How should I say this? I feel like everyone is doing a great job. There are so many parts in these songs that I’m indebted to them for. “Stay” was originally going to be the title song on Jung Kook’s mixtape, but everyone liked it so much, and they all agreed to put that on our album. That’s how much influence they had. I’m really happy my room idea was chosen to be the album photos. Since we’re spending a lot of time in our rooms because of COVID-19, we laid out the idea of each of us decorating a room in our own style. I can’t remember for sure (laughs) but I think I’m the one who came up with that. I made a comfortable room, one that’s modern and warm because that’s what I like.

There’s a painting in the middle, and symmetrically arranged figurines. RM: The figures are from my own collection. I wanted to show one of my paintings, but that didn’t pan out. But still, those are the things I hold most dear to me right now, so I let the room embody the things I wish I had, too.

It’s well known that you like art and frequent exhibitions, but how do you feel when you look at art in your home or another space where there are no people, like in the album art? RM: Someone said, “You don’t have to buy this painting; it’s yours so long as you’re looking at it.” That’s my favorite sound bite these days. What I most envied about painters was that, even after they died, their work would be hanging up somewhere, maybe even in another country, still defining that space. Musicians leave behind their songs and videos, too, but it’s only through fine art that viewers in the future are able to completely meet artists from the past. I’m envious that this is only possible for painters. These days I’m trying to find spaces where I can have more relaxed viewing experiences.

There’s a full experience involved, from the time you get ready to leave your house until the time you’re actually looking at artwork in the gallery. RM: That’s perfect to me. There’s art you can keep at home, and then there’s art that should always be viewed in museums.

What effect do you think that type of experience has on your music? You didn’t compose any of the songs but instead participated in writing the lyrics to all of the tracks. Did that experience affect your lyric writing in any way? RM: I think it’s helped me develop a way of thinking using all the senses. I used to be attuned to speech and focus on language and auditory textures, but now I can look at my thoughts from many different angles. That’s why I spend more time studying art now. I’m waiting for the day that it all comes to the surface, like when you paint the base on a canvas over and over so the colors pop. It’s hard to answer in one word if it has a direct influence on my work, but I think people who create music develop a way of seeing the world through their personal experience and their creative process. Painters naturally exhibit their art over a very long period of time. I think it gave me an eye for looking at the world in one long, continuous stroke. So now it’s become a little challenging for me to write lyrics these days. I’ve become more cautious.

Why is it so challenging? RM: I used to have so many ideas pouring out that it was hard to pluck one out. So I would stack them up like a Jenga tower and ponder over which one to remove. But now, it’s hard to even add a block to the stack. I’m not sure why but, when I look at these artists whose works span their entire lives, I sense that the rhythm of my creativity is slowing down more and more. That’s the source of my dilemma. I’m only 27 years old. I still need to wander around and get tripped up a little. But am I just trying to imitate what the fine artists are doing? Or maybe BTS experienced so much in the past seven years, that now it’s time for us to take a breather? I’ve got so many questions, I feel like my hair’s turning white. That’s why none of my songs are on the album. I wrote some, but they were too personal to use there. I don’t exactly like myself like this, but I have to see through to the end in this direction and find the answer.

Maybe for that reason, your rapping has shifted focus to the lyrics more so than trend or musicality. It emphasizes the feeling of the words over a particular format or beat. RM: Exactly. In—was it 2017? Pdogg was talking to Yoongi, Hobi and me about our style, and said, “Namjoon, it feels like you’re becoming a lyricist,” and it really stuck with me. I have a lot of thoughts lately when I watch Show Me the Money or listen to hip hop songs from the Billboard chart. My music started out all about my life as a rapper, so I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now.

So you’ve started to ask yourself who you are as a musician? RM: I listened to Lee So-ra’s seventh album again today. I keep changing my mind but, if I had to pick between her sixth and seventh album, I like her seventh a little more. And then I listen to the most popular songs on Billboard, and I feel kind of thrown off. Um … There’s something Whanki Kim said that’s been running around in my head lately: After moving to New York, he embraced the style of artists like Mark Rothko and Adolf Gottlieb, but then he said, “I’m Korean, and I can’t do anything not Korean. I can’t do anything apart from this, because I am an outsider.” And I keep thinking that way, too. That’s my main concern lately.

You can feel that on BE. As the members take on more prominent roles as songwriters and producers, characteristics of old Korean music—the kind of music you likely listened to in middle and high school—gradually entered your sound. But your music isn’t from that era, and it sounds like pop, but not quite. RM: The sound has to fit with the whole album so I couldn’t incorporate that feel into BTS songs, but the songs I’m listening to most lately have been Korean. Songs like P-Type’s “Don Quixote,” Dead’P’s “Spread My Wings,” Soul Company’s album The Bangerz. The impressions the songs from back then have left on me, the lyrics from back then and the lyrics from now, they’re different. So BE is both Korean and pop; it’s very unique, in my view.

I think that’s especially true for “Life Goes On.” It’s got a pop melody, but compared to “Dynamite,” it has a very different feel. It doesn’t slip deep into the sentimental, instead allowing the melody to flow naturally. RM: Exactly. The chorus is totally pop, and one of the writers was also American. But the song doesn’t really follow American music trends, weirdly. So I don’t know how “Life Goes On” is going to be received. It’s really calm, almost contemplative. So there’s lyrics, like, “Like an echo in the forest,” and, “Like an arrow in the blue sky.” The song kind of feels like that: It could just float off and disappear. It might even come off as bland next to “Dynamite.”

If nothing else, it seems the song will stick around for a long time. Maybe kids now will listen to it later on in the future. RM: I hope so. That’s the one thing I really hope for, people in the future, thinking back and saying, “Oh, right! Remember that one song?” That’s what my favorite artists and other people who leave a lasting impression on me have in common. One thing common among the songs that have affected me a lot, like Lee So-ra’s seventh album, is that the lyrics they utter in their voice along with the overall sound stick with me. I hope when people look back, my words uttered with the sound of my voice, echoes for a long time in an auditory or visual way, or even throughout their entire lives. But that’s the dilemma: We have all these bling-bling symbols of our success, but we’re not that kind of team.

And yet, BTS’s career path is even more “bling-bling” than ever. “Dynamite” was the top song on the Billboard Hot 100. RM: I was the first one to check our position (laughs) but I didn’t want to get too excited about it. I was scared of facing disappointment so I put the brakes on out of habit, and restrained myself. But on the other hand, I feel like I should relish this moment. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing; shouldn’t I enjoy myself a bit? But I disliked that sensation of only feeling elated so I tried to be as objective as possible. I was just one small part of everything that made this happen.

It reminds me of that part, “Running faster than that cloud of rain / Thought that would be enough / Guess I’m only human after all,” from “Life Goes On.” RM: “Only human” sounds so appropriate for me right now. One time, I saw a dark cloud over the N Seoul Tower while I was walking along the Han River. I was with a friend and we talked about where the border between where it’s raining and where it’s not might be, and suddenly, we came up with the idea to run and find that spot. But after running for 10 minutes, the cloud was even further away than it had been. At that moment, the puzzle pieces snapped into place. You think you can go faster than that dark cloud? No. That’s what I realized then. And I just like what Whanki Kim said, that maybe I can’t do anything not Korean, because that’s what I am. I used to work late and then stay up all night when things weren’t working out, sometimes walking from Samseong to Sinsa station, thinking everything through. But now, like the saying, I realize that maybe I can’t do more than what I am.

On Weverse, you said that you gained some muscle from working out. Could the change to your body improve your creativity in the long term? RM: I started to think I better change myself a little, physically or mentally. I’m talking about being steady. I used to bombard myself with challenges and worries and just get over them, but now I think it’s time to find that one sturdy thing and plant myself there. The best choice was working out, and I think it’s changing my behavior a lot. I’m hoping that, if I keep working out for a year or two, I’ll become a different person.

Music is your job, but also your life. Like you expressed in “Dis-ease,” how would you say you feel about your work? RM: This is my job and my calling and I feel a great sense of responsibility. I think I’m lucky and happy that I can solely worry about my creative process. And I feel very responsible to those people who put their trust in me, so I try not to cross any lines, judge myself honestly, and always be professional. Those are the responsibilities that come with the job—the things I have to do and the promises I won’t betray. But if I’m going to do it, I’m going to be happy while I do it. That’s not always going to be possible, but that’s generally how I feel.

Well then, how do you feel about BTS at the moment? RM: BTS is … Well, it’s really hard to tell. (laughs) When BTS started out, I thought, “I know everything there is to know about BTS,” but now it’s, “I don’t know a single thing about BTS.” In the past, I felt like I knew everything, and that anything was possible. Call it childish or ambitious. But if I were to ask myself, “What is BTS to me?” I would say, we’re just people who met each other because we were meant to. But it feels like the stars aligned and a startup company became a unicorn, with perfect timing and lots of smart people. Looking back, there were a lot of ironies and contradictions in this industry. I thought I figured them out one by one, and then finally understood the whole thing. But now I feel like I don’t know anything at all. Anyway, to sum up: My young, reckless twenties. The events of my twenties. There were a lot of contradictions, people, fame, and conflict all tangled together, but it was my choice and I got a lot out of it, so my twenties were an intense but also happy time.

And what about you, as one individual person? RM: I’m a real Korean person. (laughs) A person who wants to do something in Korea. I think millennials are charging into society stuck between the analog and digital generations, and what I chose is BTS. So I try to integrate myself into our generation, try to understand what people like me are thinking, and try to work hard to capture that feeling without being a burden on them. This might be another kind of irony itself, but this is who I am. I’m a 27-year-old Korean. That’s what I think.

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perlukafarinn · 4 years

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(ao3)

The day starts out pretty unremarkable. Dean wakes up at the crack of dawn to Cas slipping out of bed for his morning jog. He pulls him down for a good-morning kiss that turns into a make-out session that turns into them trading lazy handjobs and then falling asleep in each other’s arms again.

Their actual start to the day is around ten AM, when Cas finally gets up for his jog and Dean gets up for his cereal and a scroll through the morning news. He’s on the look for hunts, mostly out of habit since there’s been very little monster activity since Chuck went and fucked off for good. He doesn’t find anything this morning but that’s hardly a surprise. It’s been a couple of weeks since they’ve been out on a hunt and that inactivity, weirdly enough, is starting to bother him less and less.

Cas comes back from his jog about an hour before noon and with the mildest of prodding convinces Dean to join him in the shower. Afterwards, they throw together a lunch made from yesterday’s leftovers, taking their time eating and playing footsie under the table, because that’s apparently the kind of couple they are.

Usually by this time of day, Cas would be off in the Men of Letters’ library working on translations or cataloging and Dean would be on the phone helping Garth help out young, out-of-their depth hunters or in the garage, working on one of the beautiful but sadly neglected vehicles left behind there decades ago.

Today, both of them are seemingly feeling kind of lazy and so hardly any work gets done. It’s not until late in the afternoon that Dean feels the urge to do something productive and suggests they go out for groceries, which Cas readily agrees to.

The ride into town is quiet. Cas plays his mixtape - the damn thing should be worn out by now and Dean should long since be sick of it but for reasons too sappy to mention he isn’t - and they sit and listen in comfortable silence. It’s not until they pass the town hall on their way to the supermarket that Cas gets a contemplative look on his face.

“Should we get married?”

Only years of experience behind the wheel prevent Dean’s hands from twitching wildly and veering them into oncoming traffic.

“What.”

Cas looks over, frowning. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Is there any reason for us not to get married? We’re already planning on staying together for the rest of our lives.”

“Is there any reason-” Dean wheezes. “What the fuck, Cas? Is this your idea of a proposal?”

“Are you saying no?” Cas asks, mildly curious, as if they’re talking about the fucking weather and not getting married. “Because we don’t have to.”

Dean stares ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Are you actually asking?”

“I suppose I am.”

“You ‘suppose’,” Dean mocks. “Gee, Cas, that’s real romantic.”

“Will you marry me?”

Dean pulls over. It’s far too sudden, probably leaving tire tracks in the concrete, and the driver behind them honks his horn loudly as he passes. Dean ignores him, taking a deep breath as he finally turns to face Cas.

“Are you sure?”

He doesn’t really have to ask - Cas wouldn’t have brought it up if he wasn��t sure - but he needs to hear it.

Thankfully, Cas seems to get that. “I want to marry you, Dean. Do you want to marry me?”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathes. “I mean - yes. Yeah, I do.”

Cas nods decisively. “Alright then. Now?”

“Now?”

It’s not exactly how Dean imagined this scenario would go (not that he - shut up) but it’s somehow the most romantic fucking thing that’s ever happened to him since Cas first told him he loved him. And hey, this time no one had to die!

They turn around, since there’s no point in going in without (forged) birth certificates. Once they get to the town hall, shortly before closing, they find out that it’s a three-day mandatory waiting period between applying for a marriage license and them actually being allowed to get married.

Cas suggests they use the interim time to pick up wedding rings. They wind up spending the next day driving to Topeka, where they find a couple of silver rings in a pawn shop. They’re tarnished but otherwise in good condition and once they get home, Dean spends the rest of the evening cleaning them while trying very hard not to think about just what they’re for.

The second day, Cas spends out back tending to his garden while Dean almost dials Sam’s number repeatedly before hanging up, torn between wanting to let his brother know that he’s getting married and not wanting to jinx it.

The third day, they head back into town. They arrive at the town hall just after it opens and it’s not until they’re standing in front of the clerk that Dean realizes they don’t have any witnesses. The clerk assures him that they don’t need one for civil ceremonies and the next ten minutes pass in a blur until Dean is being prompted to place the ring on Cas’ finger.

He does so with shaking hands, stilled only once Cas places one of his own on top and gives Dean a patient smile. He’s this calm for a reason, Dean finally realizes.

This doesn’t change anything.

Married or not, they’ve already promised themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. Til death do them part doesn’t even begin to describe it, and in sickness and in health is almost laughable at this point.

This really doesn’t change anything.

Dean’s own hand is still as Cas takes his turn, sliding the silver ring upon Dean’s finger. They say their “I do”s when prompted by the clerk, exchange a short, firm kiss, and just like that it’s over.

They’re married.

When Jody invites them to dinner about a week later, they still haven’t told anyone. Sam and Eileen will be there as well as Jack and the girls - it’s a regular family reunion and the perfect chance to announce the big news to everyone.

Dean has a better idea.

“Let’s not tell anyone,” he says. “At least, not before dessert. Let’s see if they notice first.”

They’re in the Impala, about half an hour away from Jody’s place.

Cas shoots him an amused look. “Is this because Sam claimed he always knew we’d get together when we first told him we were involved?”

“No,” Dean lies. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, seeing Cas still giving him that look from the corner of his eye. “Fine, yes. But he didn’t know, for the record. He just likes to pretend he’s always on top of this shit.”

“He doesn’t like to admit when you’ve surprised him,” Cas agrees.

The conversation ends there but Dean’s plan is apparently agreed upon since once they arrive at Jody’s, Cas doesn’t say a word about their recent relationship upgrade. Jody doesn’t seem to notice anything different, but then Dean didn’t expect her to. She’s not the one they spend most of their time around. Neither do Donna, Alex, Claire or Kaia, none of them surprises. Patience, Dean is less sure about, but she at least doesn’t say anything. Her eyes do linger unusually long but that could mean anything.

Damn psychics.

Sam and Eileen arrive half an hour after Dean and Cas, Jack in tow. This is the real test; Sam and Dean may not spend as much time together in the past few months as they did in the years before but he’s still the person who knows Dean best and would be the most likely to notice a difference.

And yet, nothing.

Dean tries not to feel too smug.

They go through dinner without anyone mentioning it. Dean makes a point of reaching across the table as many times as he can, showing off the ring glinting on his finger. Cas must notice him doing it, judging by the fond exasperation on his face, but he’s the only one.

It isn’t until dessert that Patience breaks, patience (hah) clearly run out:

“Is no one going to mention that Dean and Castiel are wearing wedding rings?”

And all hell breaks loose.

Sam is wounded - mostly over Dean and Cas not telling him before they got married, though Dean can tell some part of it is his pride at not seeing this coming - but he’s over it soon enough, once they explain that it wasn’t a big deal, not some proper ceremony, just a quick affirmation of what they already knew.

“See if I make you Best Man at my wedding after this, jerk,” Sam tells Dean.

“Your wedding?” Eileen asks pointedly.

Jody and Donna offer their congratulations before the conversation can get awkward, and Kaia, Alex, and Patience chime in with theirs as well. Jack looks confused at the whole proceeding, finally asking whether this means there won’t be any bouquet to catch, which only means Dean has gravely failed him in his pop culture education (oh, who’s he kidding, as if half the romcoms Jack has watched didn’t come directly from the recommended tab on Dean’s Netflix account).

Finally, with a pointed elbow from Kaia and a hangdog expression from Cas, Claire mumbles that she’s happy for them. While Dean doesn’t doubt that’s true he also knows that this is more complicated for her than the rest of them, and for the first time he kind of feels guilty about springing this news on everyone.

It doesn’t last long, not after Donna cheerfully raises her glass and proposes a toast to the happy couple and everyone else follows suit. They chant for them to kiss and, blushing outrageously, Dean complies, leaning over to press a quick kiss against Cas’ lips.

“So, who proposed?” Sam asks once the hooting and hollering has calmed.

“Cas did,” Dean says, slinging an arm around his husband’s - his husband’s - shoulders. “And it was the least romantic proposal of all time, you should’ve heard him.”

Cas rolls his eyes. “If I had left it up to you, we never would have gotten married.”

“He didn’t even give me time to pick out flowers,” Dean informs Sam gravely.

“There’s always the vow renewal,” Cas says, the casual statement managing to sound like a threat, and Dean shuts up.

The conversation moves on, the mood noticeably cheerier. As Jack and Sam launch into a story of their most recent hunt, Dean leans against Cas.

“We could have flowers, if you want,” he mutters.

Cas smiles at him, so bright and easy that it makes Dean’s heart stutter. He takes Dean’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the cool silver of Dean’s ring.

“That’s not necessary,” he says. “I’ve got everything I want right here.”

#deancas #destiel #spn fanfic #perlukafarinn writes #fluff #domestic #post-canon #established relationship #thank u to miriam who read through most of this #and assured me that it's plenty gay!

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thebibliomancer · 3 years

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Essential Avengers: Avengers Annual #12: MOONRISE

September, 1983

Earth’s Mightiest Heroes battle -- the Moon’s Mightiest Heroes... The Uncanny Inhumans!

With the population of the Moon being just the Inhumans plus Uatu, that’s kind of an overly narrow superlative.

But I do love this cover! The Avengers all forming a big A? Good stuff!

So the timeline of this annual is all kinds of screwed up.

It was released in September and published in November (whatever that means) but its supposed to pre-date Fantastic Four #254.

FF #254 and Avengers #232 overlap. In fact, FF #254 coming out in May and Avengers #232 share the scene where She-Hulk bonks off an invisible wall with what seems to be the same dialogue.

But despite meeting Reed in this Annual, he doesn’t recognize new Captain Marvel in Fantastic Four #256.

But this has to happen before Avengers #233 and FF #254-256. Due to changes that are going to take place in and after that story but also has the FF show up in costume changes that will take place during the listed period.

Its also weird from the Avengers standpoint because Starfox is part of the Avengers in this annual but he just joined in #232 and got sent on his first mission which happens at the same time as She-Hulk is bonking off that invisible wall.

So it makes no sense anywhere but I’ll cover it here to get it out of the way so I can cover Avengers #233 and FF #254-256 in one post, heavily summarizing down on the FF as its not as relevant.

So long story short: this issue fits weirdly in the timeline but lets get it over with.

The issue starts with the Avengers being secretly escorted before the UN Security Council FOR THE TRIAL INFORMAL HEARING OF THE FANTASTIC FOUR!

Why?

Reasons.

Inhuman-related reasons.

In an area usually masked with lunar dust, the SHIELD space platform discovered a whole ass city on the Moon, distinct from the whole ass city that already existed on the Moon.

A city full of all kinds of fantastical life.

Guy who is not Gyrich: “Clearly, the region heretofore known only as the Blue Area, is not only habitable -- it is inhabited by a race of beings possessed of incredible science, technology, and, it appears, superhuman powers! Beings, honored ambassadors, who are not human!”

Ambassador Gregorovich: “Da! Inhabiting Earth’s Moon in a strategic orbital position -- but not human!”

Mr Fantastic: “No, Ambassador Gregorovich, the occupants of the city of Attilan are not human. They are... the INHUMANS!”

Reed... why do you think this is helpful?

He then decides to give their entire ass backstory. Explaining how they were humans once but then aliens came and did some experiments on early human and created a genetic offshoot who became known as the Inhumans.

How the Inhumans kept their numbers low and avoided contact with humans by hiding in various places, including the Himalayas.

The Chinese ambassador complains that the Fantastic Four knew about this entire ass city in China’s backyard but didn’t report it.

Reed defends the decision because the Inhumans just wanted to be left alone. And also that for a long while the city was stuck under a dome and incapable of posing a threat to the outside world.

How when the dome was broken by Black Bolt’s mighty voice, the Inhumans continued to want to be left alone but were eventually attacked by a group called the Enclave while at the same time being struck weak to a mysterious illness called POLLUTION.

And how to escape POLLUTION, the Inhumans just fuckin’ moved their entire ass city to the Moon.

Cap: “The perfect solution!”

Wasp: “Was it, Cap?”

She-Hulk: “If it were, I have a hunch we wouldn’t be here today!”

Heh. Love the peanut gallerying.

The Security Council objects too because the FF enabled a secret super human race to live on the Moon, which is a great strategic location for attacking the Earth. Just look at any number of sci-fi.

Of course, this argument is slightly undermined by the Inhumans and their ridiculously long track record of minding their own business.

It’s pretty notable that when modern human pollution threatened their entire race, they just shrugged and moved to the Moon.

But despite that, the Security Council needs reassurance that the Inhumans pose no threat to Earth.

The Fantastic Four offer to go to the Moon and talk to the Inhumans but the Security Council says no on the basis of ‘you’ve done enough already’ and says that the Avengers will go instead.

I was wondering what any of this had to do with the Avengers!

I’m actually surprised that the entire Security Council agrees to send the Avengers. Earlier, Ambassador Gregorovich was complaining that Security Council had called American Superhero Team Avengers to the hearing of American Superhero Team the Fantastic Four.

You’d expect him to at least insist that some Russian superheroes be sent too.

Which would be cool, honestly.

The Soviet Super-Soldiers had been introduced a couple years before. Coulda done a combination Soviet Super-Soldiers and Avengers mission. Or heck, superheroes from each member of the Security Council.

I understand why Mantlo didn’t do that since this is pretty much a done in one Avengers vs Inhumans slugfest and what I”m proposing really complicates things. But he also created the Super-Soldiers so it just feels like it works.

Anyway, the Security Council sends the Avengers on a fact finding mission to determine whether the UN will enter into a treaty with the Inhumans on the Moon.

As ya do.

The Avengers travel to the MOON in one of the space quinjets that they have for flying to the Moon.

Also, at some point they picked up Scarlet Witch and Vision. I guess for the former’s ties to the Inhumans through Quicksilver.

The Avengers are met on the MOON by the Inhumans Royal Family, aka the only important ones. I know that there’s an entire city of these dinguses but whenever anyone says “the Inhumans” they usually just mean the royal family.

Anyway, its been a while since the Avengers and Inhumans had a get together, so Cap introduces the Inhumans to the Newest Avengers: She-Hulk, Captain Marvel (2.0), and Starfox.

We get some New To This Sort of Thing from Monica as she marvels, captainly, that she’s actually on the Moon!

Then Crystal shows off her new baby Luna. Named for the Moon. Like how sometimes people name babies Gaia, no doubt. Or Tara.

She-Hulk: “Quicksilver and Crystal’s baby? Oh, gee! She’s so... cute!”

Wasp: “You sound almost envious, She-Hulk!”

Wasp, pls. Just let Jen compliment someone’s baby without ascribing motives.

Quicksilver also has an awkward greeting with Scarlet Wanda and Vision.

Because actually they were on the Moon recently. Where they learned that Magneto Is Secretly Wanda and Pietro’s Father.

And Wanda is not really ready to come to terms with that.

If she waits long enough, she’ll never have to because the retcon pendulum swung the other way eventually and now he’s not their father. And since he was an albatross hanging around their necks, necks that weren’t unburdened by albatrosses already, I can’t say I’m upset about it.

And Also: he never did any parenting of them. He swooped in when they were full ass grown adults and tried to act like their relationship meant anything aside from the whole coercing into terrorism and making Wanda sexy dance for him parts.

Most of the people that are big upset that Magneto was retconned away from being their dad never gave a shit about the man who actually raised them.

Poor Django Maximoff.

Anyway, that’s a long rant to establish that now is when John Byrne’s masterplan to have Magneto and Quicksilver related because they have the same haircut finally came to fruition.

His plan to make Sandman and Norman Osborn related is still pending at the time of this issue.

And the impact of that (Magneto reveal) is a recent bombshell to Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, and Vision.

It doesn’t really affect anything in this issue though.

Annnyway.

Medusa asks whether the Avengers really popped up to the Moon for a social call but Cap says sadly no.

That they’re here because the various Earth governments aren’t happy that the Inhumans are looking down on them from space.

Gorgon and Karnak are a bit upset about this because they had to flee Earth because of all the human pollutions humans were polluting and now humans have sent people to hassle them at their change of address.

Wanda and Wasp smooth things over by saying that they’re just here to assure each other that humans (and mutants and etc) and peacefully coexist with Inhumans across the small vastness of space.

Black Bolt steps forward to react to this offer by doing a shrug which is interpreted as the open hands of peace and friendship.

Wasp: “The open hands of peace and friendship? We’ll tell the nations of Earth they’ve nothing to fear, Black Bolt!”

Cool beans.

Although, I’m pretty sure that the UN expected more than a... uh... ‘we cool?’ exchange.

I believe the term used was “fact-finding mission.” But whatever.

Lets instead talk about fashion, briefly.

Most of the Avengers and Inhumans are wearing the sort of thing that they always wear. But Wasp is wearing an outfit I’ll call ‘the Magneto variant of her ripoff Molecule Man costume.’

The one usually in green and purple except its in red and purple. It looks good on her. But her new (80s?) haircut looks good too. Its maybe a lady’s mullet? But whatever it is, Janet is rocking it.

On the other hand we have She-Hulk who is wearing an aerobics-chic type costume complete with legwarmers. She also was interested in an aerobics instructor job several issues ago. I do not know what’s going on with her lately.

The 80s, maybes.

The Inhumans take the Avengers on a tour of Moon Attilan wherein Lockjaw becomes very enamored with Starfox and would, if this were a modern comic where sensibilities have shifted more crass, probably try humping his leg.

He is very fond of Eros.

Anyway, the Inhumans decide to take the Avengers to the Royal Crypt because I don’t know.

Its kind of morbid for a tour of the city to show the Avengers the crystal coffin that contains the dead, deceased body corpse of Maximus (the Mad). Like, what the heck, the Inhumans.

I guess its important for plot reasons to establish that its here.

But what the heck, the Inhumans??

Medusa exposits that Maximus is the one who initiated the Enclave attack on Attilan that preceded moving to the Moon! But while all of the Inhumans were stricken with pollution sickness, Maximus seemingly had a change of heart and turned against the Enclave, saving Attilan at the cost of his own life.

Maximus is very like a dumber, less charismatic Loki in a lot of most of the ways.

Having doomed and then saved the Inhumans, they honor him by putting him in a crystal box right at the front of the crypt so everyone can look at it.

Weird.

When the Inhumans and Avengers are leaving the crypt, Lockjaw becomes confused and intrigued by a familiar scent from the crystal box and then doggy glares suspiciously at Black Bolt.

Then, as the doors to the crypt are shut, Maximus’ eyes open as he screams internally forever.

So that’s a thing.

A kind of easy to unravel the mystery of thing.

Because, just saying, the Inhumans have the same plots over and over. And I mean narrative plots and scheme plots.

With everything be settled forever by one tour where they looked at a dead body and the Inhumans definitely being no threat to Earth at all ever no way, She-Hulk vows that she’ll use all of her legal experience to present a brief to the UN defending the Inhumans’ right to inhabit the Moon.

In fairness, I don’t think they signed the treaty saying not to weaponize space so...

Now: its time to party down.

Annnnnd its kind of a half-hearted affair.

Half the people are standing around moodily instead of partying. Like Quicksilver and Medusa are glaring at each other. Black Bolt is doing what Black Bolt do and just sitting on his throne.

I know he can’t talk but he can dance, right? Or does that shatter mountains too?

In fact, only She-Hulk and Triton are dancing and Triton is ruining it by making fish puns.

Wait, this side of the party looks a lot cooler!

What the heck, was there an option to have this sweet butterfly lady as a recurring Inhuman all along and they never took it? What the heck!

Anyway, a few of the background Inhumans including sweet butterfly lady are all over Starfox and his come-hither psychic powers.

Meanwhile, Cap takes some time to stare at Black Bolt not enjoying himself.

Scarlet Witch goes over to Medusa and verbally notices she looks bummed. She confesses that Black Bolt has become aloof and distant since they came to the... Moon...

HOW THE HECK WOULD YOU TELL?

Anyway. Wanda tells Vision she’s concerned for those two crazy kids but Vision wants nothing to do with anyone else’s drama.

Scarlet Witch: “Vision, I’m concerned for Medusa and Black Bolt.”

Vision: “As am I... But it is their affair... For them to resolve. We are here simply as ambassadors of peace, my wife, nothing more.”

Scarlet Witch: “But...”

Vision: “Nothing more.”

She-Hulk decides that the thing to do at a party is obviously to go pet the host’s dog. I mean, that’s why people socialize, right? To pet dogs?

But Lockjaw is upset over something and teleports next to Black Bolt so he can growl in his general direction.

The narration says “But what Lockjaw knows... he dares not tell... yet.”

I hope this isn’t during the period where it was canon that Lockjaw wasn’t an Inhuman dog, he was an Inhuman that looked like a dog that everyone treated as a pet despite being as intelligent as any of them.

That was a weird time.

Thankfully retconned to be just a prank that Karnak and Gorgon were pulling on the Thing.

Weird prank but sure.

Later, after the party, Medusa wakes from a fitful sleep to stare dramatically into the night and drama fret over the rift growing between her and Black Bolt.

But Black Bolt has gone to the crypt where he leans in to speak to Maximus’ crystal coffin.

Weirdly, him speaking doesn’t break everything like it usually is known to do.

Perhaps a cluuuue.

Black Bolt (?) asks Maximus (?) if he’s sleeping well and then tells him he must be off to the secret staircase hidden under the crystal coffin.

As ya do.

Elsewhere, Scarlet Witch wakes with a start because her vaguely magically mutant powers have given her a DREAM VISION OF EARTH UNDER ATTACK

Also: I’m always amused when the comic remembers that Vision’s costume is a costume that he can take off. Enjoy some Vision fanservice.

Vision tries to tell Wanda that it was just a dream and that she shouldn’t be afraid of dreams because Logic but then Captain America runs by the room shouting AVENGERS ASSEMBLE because a distress call came from SHIELD about the EARTH being UNDER ATTACK.

Just like Wanda’s dream.

Maybe try not to invalidate Wanda, Vizh.

Anyway, moon rocks are being flung at Earth and you’ll never guess from where!

From the Moon!

The Avengers are obviously not really but kinda implying that the Inhumans might know something about it

But before pointing fingers, Wasp tells Thor to go intercept the moon rocks since he’s the only one fast and buff enough to do it. Also he can hold his breath like a real long time.

Because, yeah, he explicitly has to take a deep breath of Moon air before launching into space.

Out in space, Thor sees where the moon rocks are being launched from (doesn’t look like from Attilan so that’s something) but he’s too busy launching Mjolnir to pulverize some rocks and punching other rocks to follow them to their source.

Also, onslought.

That’s possibly a typo but I like to believe that onslought is just how its spelled in Marvel so that Onslaught is an even stupider name.

But the onslought of rocks is too rapid for Thor to make any headway. For every rock he shatters, there’s two more behind it.

So he’s out of the plot and punching rocks for a while.

Meanwhile, now its the time to point fingers.

The Inhumans are getting pretty defensive at the suggestion that the moon rocks that are being launched from the moon might be from the moon and therefore that the Inhumans might possibly be involved as they are the only ones who live on the Moon except Uatu. And Uatu wouldn’t launch a moon rock unless he could find a way that it wouldn’t be counting as interfering.

Like maybe if it landed on Frank Castle’s family.

Gorgon: “I do not like being accused of betrayal, Karnak!”

Quicksilver: “Nor do I like hearing my adopted home slandered!”

She-Hulk: “Yeah, well, names won’t hurt you -- but those moonstones are gonna break Earth’s bones!”

Unlikely! Definitely be an extinction event but Earth has strong bones.

Also, what a weird thing to say, She-Hulk!

So in quick defense of the Inhumans who are probably obviously not behind this: if they were going to throw rocks at Earth, they’re definitely smart enough to wait until the Avengers are home instead of doing it while they’re within range to punch.

They’re slightly too smart for that.

Crystal asks Scarlet Witch and Vision to mediate since they have ties on both sides but Black Bolt arrives before any mediation can happen.

And Black Bolt clears everything right up!

By declaring war on Earth and ordering the execution of the Avengers!

Yup, no ambiguity there!

But surely, the Inhumans won’t just jump to obey an unjust order, right? Surely, they will object and demand an explanation for this new course of action that’s practically a 180 from his previous position?

Hahah, of course they don’t. These fucking idiots.

Gorgon: “If Black Bolt commands undying enmity between our races, it must be with reason!”

God.

So while the Avengers are still trying to be like ‘lets use our words, people’ the Inhumans just leap right into attacking.

Even Lockjaw jumps forward and locks his jaws on Cap’s shield.

Pietro frets, not knowing where he fits in.

Quicksilver: “Where do I stand? I am not an Inhuman, but a mutant! My child is human, tied to Earth!”

Crystal: “But Attilan is your home, my husband!”

Unspoken: ‘And what the fuck, I’m your wife!’

Quicksilver is convinced though and runs into the fray. Wanda protests so obviously Crystal starts attacking her.

Wow, the Inhumans come off as dicks in this.

So some pointless fight scene summarization.

Starfox ends up rolling around on the ground with Triton where Starfox gives Triton an orgasm. I assume. He pleasure blasts his brain making the guy laugh uncontrollably and collapse into a fountain. And then Triton gets Starfox all wet. By splashing him with the fountain water.

Quicksilver tries to punch Captain Marvel but she’s faster than him.

Because she can go lightspeed.

In fact, she makes him look like a dumb joke just dodging around and then punching him in the back of the head. And also, like, he’s the resident speedster of Marvel and he looks like a slow joke next to Monica Rambeau and Silver Surfer. And they had him flight Flash once and that was like Flash was challenging a baby to a fist fight, just remarkably mismatched.

But since there’s kind of a back and forth dealie going on, he spins her right round like a record round round round by running around her real fast when she makes the mistake of standing still.

Meanwhilelsewhere, Vision goes up against Karnak. And trash talks Karnak about how dumb it is trying to punch an intangible or diamond man. And then he fists Karnak with that fist thing he does sometimes. But Karnak vibrates his hand so he can smack intangible Vision.

Yup.

But nearby, Cap is still trying to wrestle his shield out of Lockjaw’s mouth and the dog flings him into Karnak, knocking the guy down.

The fight turns for the Avengers. She-Hulk punches out Gorgon quipping “steel toes can’t compensate for a glass jaw!”

Captain Marvel blasts out some of her energy, which knocks Quicksilver on his ass.

Annnnnd. Wasp never bothered to fight Medusa. Because designated girl fights are passe. But mostly because eh fuck it.

Wasp: “What of us, Medusa? Are we to fight, too? Will you blindly obey Black Bolt -- though you know some force upon the Moon is attacking Earth? Don’t you owe it to yourself to find out who -- and why... rather than accept the rash dictate of your leader that this battle must go on?!”

Medusa: “Though we have chosen Black Bolt as our king, Wasp, every Inhuman of the Royal Family is of equal rank. That status gives us the right to question Black Bolt’s decrees should we come to doubt their vision! Thus, I choose to exercise my right, Black Bolt, and pose the question... WHY??!”

Now, see, Gorgon? If you had bothered to think with your head brains instead of leaping right to “NEVER QUESTION LEADER” maybe you wouldn’t have had your block dented by She-Hulk. Think about that for next time.

Also, good on Wasp for being one of the best Avengers leaders. She’s super good at not jumping in half-assed.

She-Hulk decides Black Bolt is taking too long and grabs him and demands he speak.

Which would be a hilariously ill-thought out in other circumstances.

Black Bolt: “Unhand me, you -- you savage!”

Everyone is like ‘OH SHIT’ and tries to duck and cover but no mass destruction and loss of life occurs.

Captain America: “Black Bolt spoke -- and we’re all alive!”

Medusa: “IMPOSTER!”

Except its less an imposter and more someone stole Black Bolt’s body, apparently? At least that’s what Medusa figures.

Are... his powers not tied to his body? What??

Anyway, Lockjaw is finally like ‘my moment is here!’ I guess because he leads the AvengersInhumans to the Royal Crypt and Maximus’ cool crystal corpse box.

Captain America: “Of course! That’s the only logical answer!”

Because duh.

Medusa puts together that if Maximus is Black Bolt, Black Bolt must be Maximus so Maximus must not be dead. And then chokes ‘Black Bolt’ until he admits it.

Pretty hardcore, Medusa.

Karnak and Vision combine their respective powers to break the apparently self-healing harder than diamond crystal coffin.

That’s a lot of stuff that this coffin does but I get it. If you’re bearing Maximus and for some reason don’t want to just bury his body in concrete, you do the next best thing and put him in a self-healing diamond crystal coffin to minimize the chances that he’ll inevitably come back from the dead like he did do.

The freed ‘Maximus’ stalks towards ‘Black Bolt’ to real Maximus’ fear and begging that surely Black Bolt wouldn’t harm his own body.

And I’m further confused about how the powers work because Black Bolt in Maximus doesn’t say anything here so maybe the power is with his mind but also as he sternly corners Maximus in Black Bolt, the tuning fork on Black Bolt’s body’s forehead starts crackling with an awesome power.

So is the power still in the body? Or what?

Anyway, ‘Maximus’ lays hands on ‘Black Bolt’ and this causes their minds to swap back. Thankfully, considering how confusing all these qualifiers were beginning to get.

Now with everyone in the right bodies, its time for Maximus to Explain It All.

So back in that story where the Enclave attacked Attilan, Maximus was part of the plan scheming because he wanted to overthrow his brother and become the ruler. As is his repetitive goal.

But the Enclave pressed the advantage over Maximus’ objections when the pollution sickness made the Inhumans to weak to fight back. They were even going to execute Medusa.

So Maximus turned on the Enclave, used an improperly shielded giant laser, and ended up in a coma.

Maximus whines about how the Inhumans should have listened to him and subjugated humanity to stop their evil polluting ways so that the Inhumans wouldn’t have been forced to the Moon.

But ironically, getting forced to the Moon worked out for the dingus because there was a powerful crystal on the Moon which woke Maximus from his coma and gave him the new never before possible power to swap minds with Black Bolt.

And then like a guy that makes good decisions that aren’t bad, Maximus got in contact with the Enclave again.

Gorgon: “You again allied yourself with our human foes?”

Triton: “For good reason is he called Maximus the Mad!”

Or at least Maximus the bad at decisions.

Maximus: “No! Don’t you see? Our strategic location, combined with the Enclave’s tactical expertise, make us invincible!”

In his own defense, Maximus argues that the Enclave is going to bombard Earth with rocks until humanity is mostly dead and then the Inhumans can go back to Earth.

Presumably... I mean... after all that nuclear winter from all the stuff blasted up into the atmosphere?

Maximus is supposedly a genius but ehhhh I don’t see it.

He is squirrely though because he uses his psionic powers that he has to freeze everyone in place and then runs off, all but cackling.

And like a smart person, he flees right to the hidden base where Alpha Primitives have been pressed into the service of the Enclave.

He tells them that they’ve got to flee because the jig is up but the Enclave are less than convinced in their salmon jumpsuits.

An Enclave Guy: “What?! Just run off and abandon our meteoroid launchers?!”

Meteoroid launcher is a fun name for death from above.

Another one points out, hey wait Maximus screwed us over once, maybe he’s lying again.

And summoned by the opportunity to deliver a sweet line, Captain America (and others) are teleported in by Lockjaw.

Captain America: “You can believe him, mister -- this time, Maximus is telling the truth!”

Yeah. Maximus led the Avengers slash Inhumans right to the Enclave.

He’s not smart! Or he has that INT WIS division going on.

The Enclave don’t get a chance to try to fight (and thank god, we’ve had enough fight scene in this book) because Black Bolt just blasts them all in one go, resolving the plot in one panel.

Meanwhile, out in space, Thor is like oh good people have stopped throwing rocks at me. He was holding his breath this whole time after all and even he would have needed to reenter atmosphere soon.

With the Enclave in varying degrees of sprawled on their asses, the Inhumans can turn their attention back to Maximus for the assholery de jour.

He’s not repentant.

Maximus: “You don’t dare attack me, Gorgon! I am your brother, Black Bolt! I have as much right as you to the throne of Attilan! Like you, I wish only the best for our people! But, fool that you are, you refuse to admit our superiority to the humans! It is our destiny to establish dominion over the Earth! We must not be content with exile on this barren world! We must reoccupy the Earth! To do otherwise would be to deny our heritage! You know I’m right, Black Bolt! Admit it! Admit it!”

Black Bolt just turns his back on Maximus and gestures the others to take him away.

Since he never talks, he’s the master of the non-verbal shut down.

With the shooting meteors at Earth and also Maximus plots tied up, the Avengers get back to why they’re up here in the first place.

Wasp: “What reassurance does the Earth have that they won’t be attacked again?”

Gorgon: “What reassurance have we that the Earth will not attack us? Humanity is better equipped for war than we! And it was the human scientists of the Enclave that fomented this battle!”

Medusa: “Of our people, none save Maximus have ever waged war against mankind. The Inhumans will ever seek the ways of peace. That is the solemn pledge of Black Bolt and the family royal. Tell that to your leaders... and ask if they can truly pledge the same!”

Okay, fair enough, fair enough. The Enclave were humans but on the other hand, it was Maximus who invited them to the Moon.

So maybe guarantee that you’ll keep Maximus on a leash?

Or do you not want to make promises you know you can’t keep?

Maybe at least promise you all won’t immediately jump to action if Black Bolt suggests that it’s time to destroy humanity. Please. Apply some critical thinking.

Annnnyway, the Avengers promise to deliver this message to the UN and “pray that our fellow man is wise enough to reply in kind!”

But seriously. Maximus causes like. 70% of the Inhumans’ problems. Get a better handle on him, you dipshits.

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RM: “I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now”

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hello! if you're taking requests still, could i ask for a kind of weirdly specific request? what if the witch queen had a son that she sent away? since, it seems like men aren't exactly welcomed in the witch's forest. and since her son would obviously be vanessa's brother... could i get a fluffy moment of the sibling's first meeting? and also uh...... what if..... finral gay... for pretty witch boy 😔💞 thank you in advance!

Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long for me to write it! I actually really liked this idea and might play with it again later on! Thank you so much I had so much fun writing this! Hope you’ll enjoy!

WARNING: Smut at the end!

It was a beautiful day in the town of Kikka. White clouds decorating the bright blue sky. A warm breeze blowing, caressing the skins of those who lived there. On a day like this, it was hard to be mad at anything. Usually Vanessa would be out enjoying a drink and Finral, well ,he would be out socializing. But as fate would have it , today was the first time that Finral saw the pink haired witch so furious.

Where ever her high heel boots hit the ground trembled. As she marched , she pushed away anyone who was infront of her. Finral the kind hearthed person that he was , had apologized countlessly.

“Vanessa,” he said softly. “Maybe you should calm down just a tinsy bit.”

Not even hearing the spatial mage, Vanessa cut him off. “I can’t believe her. Just when I thought maybe just maybe I could at least start to forgive her what does she tell me? That I have a younger brother!”

Her footsteps speeding up, Finral was having trouble keeping up with her. Trying to ease the tension, he let out a nervous smile. “I mean I get what you mean but,” he put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. “Maybe the first time seeing your brother, you shouldn’t be fuming from your mouth. I mean you’re mad at your mother not your brother.”

Her tense shoulders relaxed a bit. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes. "Okay,you’re right.“ she opened her eyes back up and faced Finral. She gives him a wide smile. "How’s this ?” she asked still smiling her words barely understandble. Finral gave her a double thumbs up.

“Better then looking at him like you might murder him.”

Her wide smile becomes a small one. She takes Finral by the arm and they continued to walk towards her favorite coffe shop. This was the only place she liked that didn’t serve alcohol. Her steps were calmer now. When they arrived at the cute local coffee shop, she stopped just before going in. The huge sign that said “Screamin’ Beans” were moving along with the breeze. Finral gave Vanessa a worried look. She took one last breath , her chest raising up, she lets out all the air from her mouth. She put on a big smile and walked through the door. Finral following her.

“So,” Vannesa said her eyes quickly scannig the all too familiar shop. It wasn’t that crowded due to everyone wanting to be outside. “Where is he?”

“I’m guessing he’s the pink haired guy sitting next to the window?” Finral suggested with a sarcastic tone. Vanessa shot him a dirty look as they both walked towards the round table. The sun was giving the man sitting there a heavenly look. He looked somewhat of an angel. Finral had no idea a mans look could be so, breathtaking.

When they sttod awkwardly next to the table Vanessa’s brother, noticing them, lifted his head his lips quickly turning into a warm smile. As the man stood up and gave Vanessa a great big hug, Finral felt like that maybe he shouldn’t had come. Vanessa was the one who invited him saying that she would be too nervous. But so far her brother’s body language was quite friendly. Nothing like Vanessa’s many paranoid scenerios.

Vanessa was shocked for a moment , her hands glued to her sides, but she quickly recovered as she returned the gesture. Her lips finally forming a genuine smile. After parting away from his long lost sister he turned to Finral, holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Narcissus.”

Finral’s breath got caught in his throat for a moment. Now that the witch boy was looking at him, he could clearly see his face. The only word that Finral could describe him was, gorgeous. His skin was pale and smooth. He was almost paler then Vanessa. His cheek bones so prominent that it looked like it was sculpted by the most capable of sculpters. His eyes were blue as the sky that was outside. A couple of his bright pink wavy hair strands were dancing a long his face, one of the strands on top of his eye but not covering it completely. He was utterly perfect. Finral had never seen a man this beautiful, this breathtaking.

His neck was covered with long necklaces made out of various stones and crystals. He was wearing a dark green baggy long sleeve turned down collar shirt. The shirt’s cuffs were pink matching his hair. He was wearing a brown belt carrying his grimoire and his trousers were much like a shalwar with a matching green like his shirt. The sleeves of his shalwar were tucked in to his black boots. When Narcissus pushed his hand foward, Finral realized that he has been staring at the other man. His cheeks warming up he takes the hand offered to him and smiles.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Finral. ”

“Why don’t we take a seat.” Vanessa said with excitement. Ignoring Finral gawking at his brother.

But unlike her sister Narcissus didn’t ignore it. Not removing his eyes from Finral’s, he also stared at the magic knight. Soon enough Finral followed Vanessa’s lead, avoiding his eyes and sitting next to her. His cheeks coloured with a tinge of red. Narcissus sat across him.

A waiter rushed to their side , Vanessa asked for a black coffe, Narcissus had ordered green tea prior of them arriving and Finral asked for a caramel macchiato. He felt like he needed the sugar after the basically molesting Vanessa’s brother with his eyes.

“My my,” a melodic voice spoke to him. “ Aren’t you the sweet tooth.”

It took Finral a moment to realize that Narcissus was talking to him. His hand went to the back of his head starting to nervously scrath himself. “Y-Yeah.” he stuttered. The witch gave him a mesmerising smile and turned to his sister.

“So tell me about yourself,” he said genuinely interested. “Mom told me you were a magic knight? Must be exciting.”

“Y-Yeah,” now it was Vanessa’s turn to stutter. She raised an eyebrow. “ You talked with mom?”

“Well yeah,” he replied , sipping his green tea. "When she left me with my step parents she left me a note explaining everything and why I couldn’t be with her. She writes to me now and then, asking about my magic and such.“ then he grinned. ” Apparently you and your squad made quite the impression on our home. She wrote to me after that, telling me I had a sister.“

"Our home?” she asked with a slight surprise in her tone. “You see it as your home?”

“I mean, I was born there.” he shrugged. “ I know mom is messed up but I do understand that as a male I couldn’t be there. Living with the same rules for centuries, it wasn’t going to change just because of lil old me.”

“But it should have!” Vannessa’s sudden outburst shocked both Finral and her brother. "She put me in a cage for years trying to evolve my magic. She sent you away without even telling me your existed! It’s not normal. Some rules should be able to bend a little.“

Finral averted his eyes. She was right. It was wrong for their mother to put them through something like this. Suddenly an image of Langris popped in to his head and how their parents always tried to put them against eachother. Narcissus reached out to Vanessa, putting a hand on her shaking shoulder. His thumb stroking her shoulder in order to calm her.

"I’m not saying I agree with what she did.” he said. “But we can’t change our past or our mother. I was lucky I lived away from everything so it was easier for me to let go. You should start that path as well. I’m with you now. We are together. I’m just happy that I have a strong sister like you.”

Finral’s heart almost melted when Vanessa put her hand on top of Narcissus’s. Her eyes were tearing up.

“Thank you.” she whispered.

The tender moment is cut short when the waiter comes and serve them their drinks. Both of their hands back to their original places Vanessa holds her coffe with both her hands feeling the warmth radiating from the mug.

“So now you tell me about yourself,” Vanessa said while sipping her coffe. "I want to learn everthing about you. What’s your magic for instance?“

"Well , I use crystal magic. I can change people’s emotions based on the magic of the crystal I use. I can also heal or power up people. Attack spells aren’t my strong point but I do have a couple of spells in my grimore-”

“What are the crystals on your necklace?” Finral interrupted, giving in to his curiosity. He quickly covered his mouth. “Sorry, that was rude of me.” Finral could feel Narcissus analyzing him with his gaze. It was like he was staring in to his soul which made him uncomfortable but also ,oddly enough, special.

“No need to apologize,” Narcissus began with a smile. “ These are rose quartzes,” he continued, lifting his first necklace. This was the necklace that was closest to his neck. “Rose quartzes are known to bring love to the wearer or make you love yourself . Honestly they are my favorite.” Finral’s heart sped up with the mention of the jewelery bringing love. Narcissus continued lifting his other necklace which had blue stones with yellow freckles on them. “These are called lapis lazuli. They amplify your physical talents and communication skills. They also have healing properties.”

“Wow,” both Vanessa and Finral murmur.

“What about you guys?” he asked.

“Well I have thread magic,” Vanessa said. She then pointed to Finral. “ And Finral here has spatial magic.”

“Both so rare, I would love to see them in action sometime.” Narcissus said with awe. “I live in a small cottage up in the mountains. You both are welcome to visit anytime.”

“Sure thing,” Vanessa replied with a big smile but realizing what Narcissus was implying her smile quickly formed a pout instead. “ Wait, why did that sound like you need to leave?”

Narcissus put his now empty teacup on to the table. “I’m really sorry,” he said with guilt in his eyes. “I forgot to give my cat food. But I brought you both gifts!” he rummaged through his bag and took out a smilar necklace but with green crystals instead and a bracelet covered with dark brown crystals. Narcissus extended his arm towards Vanessa the green necklace in his hand. Vanessa opens up her palms and he drops it on to them. “This is made out of jade stones. It keeps the wearer from harms way and brings harmony. It soothes the mind and frees you from negative thouhghts. And this,” he continued giving the bracelet to Finral. “Is made out of smokey quartzes. They disperses fear, lifts depression and negativity. They bring emotional calmness, relieving stress and anxiety. It also helps to cleanse your sexual centers so that energy can flow freely. Smokey quartz is one of the best crystals for sex for men because it increases their virility.”

Finral almost choked. What sexual cleanse? Now he was positive his whole face was a bright red. He was barely holding himself together while in the presence of such a beautiful man. Now he just randomly talks about sex? Nonethless he took the bracelet with gratitude and with a smile.

“Thank you.” Finral replied.

Narcissus smiled as he got up from his chair. Putting on her necklace Vanessa does the same. Giving his brother a big hug. Finral extend his arm in means to shake Narcissus hand but the witch gave him a hug instead. In that moment, Finral new the outfit that Narcissus were wearing did not do his body justice. His pounding heart coming to a halt. Wanting to cherish the moment he hugged the witch back. But unfortunetly all good things come to an end.

Despite Narcissus leaving them, Vanessa and Finral stayed behind continuing to enjoy their coffe. Finral put the bracelet on, feeling like a 14 year old that can’t control his emotions. He sighed, facing his looks towards Vanessa.

“I-I have a problem,” his voice was shaking. Vanessa raised her eyebrow. “I think I might have a crush on your brother.”

When a laugh echoes throughout the whole coffee shop Finral wanted to dissapear into the ground. This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. When her laughter finally died down, he glared at her.

“Sorry,” she said wiping a tear from her eye. “I mean it was obvious you were practically undressing him with your eyes.” Finral eyes widen. He avoided his eyes and started to stare at his empty mug. Vanessa chuckled. “ I just wasn’t expecting you to be this honest with your feeling-”

“Feelings? What feeling?!” Finral blurted out, blushing. “He’s just really really beautiful.”

“Yeah alright.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Well , he did invite us to his cottage. We can go there tomorrow if you want?"

Finral, nervously tapping his mug with his thumbs, nodded without saying anything. In a million year he could’ve thought that he would fall for a man. Specially not Vanessa’s brother. But he couldn’t get his smile out of his head. How stunning he looked when the sun bounced off of him. His sky blue eyes piercing throught him.

He had no other choice then to nod.

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When he first woke up, Finral already new he was in trouble. His heart was already beating so fast that he thought his heart my burst out any second. He saw the pretty witch boy in his dreams. Holding his hand, kissing him. Putting his hands on his face he groans. Today was going to be a exhausting day. He didn’t even know if Narcissus liked him. He might have a girlfriend. He might have a boyfriend. They knew nothing about him. The amount that they spent talking wasn’t that much. He wished Narcissus could’ve stayed longer.

When their time to leave arrived Vannessa declared that she couldn’t come due to being sick. Finral’s eyebrow twitched at the excuse. This was clearly Vanessa’s idea of matchmaking. But nonethless he went with the plan. Butterflies flapping their wings in his stomach. He felt sick. Maybe he should’ve canceled too.

But he knew it was too late to do such a thing. He was standing infront of Narcissus’s house. As expected the house was sitting amongst a wonderland. The almond and cherry trees both in bloom, making the ground he was standing on magical. He had never seen a place so beautiful. This place was basically Narcissus. As he climbed up the three wooden steps a creek could be heard out. Vanessa told him that she would let Narcissus know that she couldn’t come. Before knocking he took in a deep breath. Pretty much like Vanessa did the day before. But as soon as he lifted his hand the door opened.

"Finral!” an overly enthusiastic voice shouts out to him. “Welcome! Sorry that the place is a bit messy.”

Finral stepped inside as he observed the witch’s home. There were plants every where and in every color. A silent whistle could be heard signaling that the tea had boiled. He could smell lemons. A touch on his leg startled him. When he looked down he saw that there was an orange cat rubbing his furry body on his leg , purring while doing so.

“His name is Baron,” Narcissus said. “He’s very friendly.”Finral smiled as he bent over to pet Baron. “I noticed.” he said amused. Finral then focused his look on to the witch. He was in the kitchen readying tea cups. “I was thinking we could sit outside on the porch,” he said carrying a tray with a teapot and two pastel pink teacups. “Is that okay with you?”

“Of course. Do you need any help?”

Before you can react Narcissus is already at the door. “No I’m good. I’ll bring the cake and after that we can sit down and relax.”

“Cake?”

Narcissus chuckled at how shocked Finral looked. “Yeah cake,” he said still giggling. “Why are you so surprised?”

“I-I just didn’t wanted to cause you so much trouble.”

“It’s just a cake Finral, It’s not like I fought the entire diamond kingdom.”

Finral let out a nervous chuckle. Narcissus was just so cute. He wanted to know more about him. His favorite food, favorite book, favorite plant the list would go on and on. How did Finral manage caught fellings? He was happy but his anxiety was hitting his stomach, hard.

“I hope you’re not alergic to lemon,” he said as he bend over to take the lemon cake out of the oven. Finral was smelling lemons before but when he took the cake out, it smelt like they were in the middle of lemon trees. His mouth watered. As Narcissus was passing Finral, he nudged him and gestures Finral to go outside with his head. Finral followed the witch as he went outside.

After, Finral could only assume an hour, the entirety of the lemon with poppy seeds cake was half eaten and both of the men were gladly sipping their tea. Their bellies full and warm. They had been talking about pretty much everything. Narcissus told him how he decided to live in a cottage, how he wanted to be a magic knight then changed his mind due to his step mother getting sick, how he was happy that he found about his sister, Finral barely talked about himself. It’s not like he had that of an interesting life. He just wanted to listen to Narcissus talk for days. He never wanted to leave this porch.

“What about you?” Finral is teared away from his thoughts. “Do you have any siblings?” Narcissus asked.

That question was enough to make Finral’s whole body tense up. Flashes of his childhood coming to his mind. No way he would litter such a beautiful evening with such awful memories. He shrugged trying to act cool.

“Yeah I have a younger step brother,” then he pat his stomach. “But man that cake was good! You should definetly give me the recipe I doubt I can make it as good as you though.”

Narcissus raised an eyebrow much like Vannessa does whenever Finral is being idiotic. The spatial mage starts to sweat.

“What was that?” the witch asked.

“What was what?”

“You trying to avoid talking about your brother? You tensing up?” he chuckled.

“Your weak attempt to change the subject?”

“Oh, that.” Finral didn’t know what to say. He started to tap his teacup once again. When he saw Narcissus blue eyes glued on him waiting for him to talk, he sighed. “My younger brother thinks I’m a joke. His name in Langris. Despite being younger then me he accomplished great things and he is the next head of the house of Vaude,” he shrugged avoiding eye contact. “Not that I care though. Sometimes I just care a bit too much about what they say. But I’m pretty much used to them seeing me as an utter failure.”

There is a moment of silence. Finral felt that just for that moment the whole world went silent. When he gathered the courage to look Narcissus, he is shocked to see the witch with clenched teeth looking furious. If looks could kill ,he or to be more precise his family, would be dead right now. In an attempt to lighten the mood Finral gave out a nervous chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it, Like I said I’m fine with it. Sorry for bringing it up.”

When the witch’s anger targeted him the hairs on his neck stood up. Maybe he should leave? After another silent and painfully cold moment, Narcissus extended his hand. Finral’s eyes trailed down to the table where the witch had laid his hand waiting for the magic knight to hold it. Swallowing the knot that had formed in his throat he complied. Upon this Narcissus closed his open palm and gave Finral a reassuring squeeze.

“Finral,” he began. “It’s great that you say you don’t care but it’s obvious that you do. Honestly I’m angry that you believe the things that your family had told you are true.” Now his thumb gently stroking Finral’s hand. The butterflies in his stomach had returned. “The first time I saw you I knew you were a kind trustworthy person. Just because you aren’t the strongest doesn’t mean you’re a failure. ” His anger filled eyes had turned into a compassionate one. “Please don’t cry.”

Finral hadn’t noticed that his whole body was shaking. He hadn’t notice how his face was wet due to the tears streaming down his face. He hadn’t notice how hard he was biting his lip trying not to let his emotions go.

“Sorry,” Finral whispered trying to compose himself, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

Narcissus stood up not letting go of Finral’s hand. He pulled him to his feet. Finral was surprised he could stand up with the way his legs had been shaking. But without question he followed the witch as he entered his home and guided him towards the pastel orange couch. Narcissus laid Finral there and got on top of him, now straddling him. Finral’s eyes widened. His heart almost bursting, the butterflies in his stomach trying to get out, he gulped.

Narcissus leaned over, gently kissing Finral’s eyes at first. Then he left a trail of soft kisses where the tears had left a trail and finally his lips found their wat to Finral’s. Finral’s lips moved alongside Narcissus’s soft ones. The kiss is tender and warm. Wanting more Finral lifted his head pushing into the witch’s mouth. He felt Narcissus smile into the kiss, he snuck his tongue in, sucking on the magic knight’s tongue. Finral moaned, his hips snapping up in order to get some kind of friction. When Narcissus breaks the kiss he whines at the lost.

,“You deserve everything Finral,” he said with a reassuring tone. “Today it’s all about you. I’m going to pamper you as you deserve to be treated that way.”Before Finral could reply or do anything, Narcissus cupped Finral’s member, stroking it. Finral wished the fabric between the two was gone as he bucked his hips upward. The witch unbuttoned Finral’s trousers and pulled down both his pants and his boxers. A sudden breeze hitting his now fully hard cock. Finral could feel the remaining blood in his body rushing to his cheeks. When he glimpsed at Narcissus he could see a tinge of red decorating his cheeks. His member twitched when he watched Narcissus tongue darts out in order to lick his lips.

Narcissus leaned over and took only the head of Finral’s stiff member into his mouth. Sucking on it as if it was a lollipop. His tongue dancing along , moaning as he licked the precum forming on the tip of Finral’s cock. Finral’s hips bucked up once again, letting out a hard moan. He wanted Narcissus to take it all.

“My my,” the witch said his lips wrapped around Finral’s cock. “You are quite impatient aren’t you?”

Finral groaned as his partner continued to torture him by just suckling on the tip of his cock. Letting his member go with a load pop Narcissus slid his tongue down along his shaft. Then licked his way back up to the tip of his member. The only thing Finral could do was beg. Beg for the witch to take his whole cock inside of his torturous mouth. His begging is awarded as Narcissus swallowed him whole. Burying his nose in to Finral’s bush. He hums around his cock sending delicious vibrations along his member. This was too much for the magic knight, wrapping his hand with Narcissus’s pink hair he slightly tugs on it making the witch moan. Losing the will to hold back anymore Finral fucks Narcissus’s sinful mouth. Feeling his partners throat clenching around his member. While his cock was fully buried in his throat Narcissus swallowed around him sending Finral over the edge. His hot cum squirting in to the others throat. Loud gulps could be heard throughout the whole cottage. Narcissus continued to bob his head up and down helping Finral get down from his orgasm. When the witch lifted his head to observe his partner , he could see that the magic knight was a complete mess. His chest going up and down as he breathe heavily ,his arm covering his eyes. Narcissus crawled up in order to be face to face with him once again. He removed his arm and gave Finral a tender kiss. Finral smiled as he parted away.

“Sorry if I was a little bit rough,” he said as his hand wondered across Narcissus’s body quickly making it’s way down the witch’s hardened member.

“Now it’s your turn.” he continued playfully as he fumbled to getthe other’s pants down.

“There will be plently of time for that,” Narcissus replied smirking. “What did I told you? Today is all about you.”

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blueishfood · 5 years

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Her handsome boy, (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Adrienette, Ninya (in the background)

Words: 1,7 k

Warning(s): Swearing, cheeky mentioning of sex

Summary: Alya, Marinette, Nino and Adrien are seniors (18 y/o) and as Marinette, biker girl supreme, discovers Alya’s crush on the music-nerd Nino Lahiffe she starts to question if she also has a crush on a certain goody-two-shoes-boy.

A/N: I’m really sorry for the late update! School combined with exams and just life had me really stressed, I hope I’ll get to write more as school draws to an end. I’m also not really happy with this chapter, but I guess it’ll have to do.

Prolouge

Chapter 1

Adrien Agreste was used to being stared at. He got stared at much more than other people. Especially after that underwear-ad he had done for his father. Yes, Adrien Agreste was very much used to stares, but not stares like these. In the beginning Adrien hadn’t noticed them, he had a bit too much on his mind to care, but now it was creeping him out.

He had gotten used to the awestruck faces, the grinning-madly-faces, the swooning faces and the jealousy faces (mostly on guys). But the second he walked out from the girls-bathroom he realized that the stares he now got was a mix between confused, smug and angry. Why were most of them angry? The boy wondered, keeping his head high as his father had taught him.

He was stopped in his tracks as someone grabbed his left shoulder. He was relieved as he heard a familiar voice.

“Dude, where have you been?” Nino popped up from behind his shoulder and grinned. “That was some big-ass lady drama, huh?” Adrien nodded, his heart slowing down a bit. He felt a bit more normal by Nino’s side.

The boy pulled his headphones off and shook his head. “She got some temper that Marinette girl, but to be fair, Chloe kind of deserved it.” Nino chuckled to himself and watched as Adrien again nodded absentmindedly. Nino looked around and frowned as he saw the people lined up by their lockers, giving Adrien the stinky eye.

“What’s up dude? Usually these folks adore you.” Adrien glanced at the angry girls and nodded slowly. “Yeah, I really don’t know.” He rubbed his neck and blushed as he remembered the last time he did just that.

With the frown still on his face, Nino looked Adrien over and a grin started to form. “Oh, well I do.” Nino said, laughing loudly. “Dude, why didn’t you tell me?”

Adrien looked confused at Nino. “Didn’t tell you what? I tell you everything.” Nino smirked and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding it from me, dude. I’m like your best bro!”

Adrien sighed loudly, he was getting more confused by the second. “Again Nino, I am not hiding anything!” Nino’s grin dropped for a second.

“There’s literally red lipstick on your face. I’m no genius, but I don’t really need to be.” He pointed at the blonde’s reddening cheek. Adrien rubbed his face, accidentally making the stain worse.

“What?! Where?!” He rubbed his cheeks furiously while trying to figure out when someone could have gotten lipstick on him. It could have been one of the models for the shoot this morning, but his makeup artists would flip so that’s-

“Marinette.” Nino turned back, realizing that Adrien had stopped in his tracks. “You okay man?” A ghost of a smile passed over Adrien’s lips.

“Marinette.” He whispered. Nino looked at Adrien with eyes big as plates.

“Marinette?” He asked after a tick of silence. The DJ looked around nervously, as if someone was about jump on them.

“Marinette, the girl that made Chloe cry in second grade? The one that shouted at a teacher for teaching us just one side of a war in eight grade? The one that beat Kim on the running tracks by whole seconds in ninth grade and smashed Max in Mega-Strike 3 in tenth grade? That Marinette?”

Nino heaved a breath and watched as Adrien grinned, shrugging. “I guess?” He answered, a blush creeping up his neck. “I just got to go to school Nino, I don’t know your childhood friends.”

Nino didn’t seem to hear the last sentences that left Adrien’s mouth. He was left staring at the green-eyed-idiot with his chin almost touching the ground. Adrien was talking, rambling about something, but Nino stopped him by lifting a hand.

“You banged **the **Marinette in school?! Just now?!”

Adrien choked on air. He was sure he was going to die. Right there on the floor of that blasted hallway. Yeah, just by that old gum. Not a very flattering death, but it would do. Anything to not live through the humiliation. Either he died here, or she heard about Nino’s comment from someone and then she would kill him. Slowly probably. She would never even think to sleep with him, and what wouldn’t she do to keep Adrien from even being near her perfect badass rumour?

He needed air. His lungs were not taking in any air. Why didn’t his lungs have access to any air again? Oh, right, he wasn’t breathing.

Adrien gasped for breath and put his hand out to lean on a nearby locker. Wow! Now he was making a scene. Just great. A younger girl looked at him weirdly as she walked by. Adrien smiled at her and waved her on. The girl lifted an unimpressed eyebrow but continued walking.

After a moment, Adrien turned to a wide-eyed Nino and managed to wheeze out the most pathetic form for a word he had ever heard.

“What?”

Nino looked like ha was about to explode. Of laughter. In the hallway. Adrien managed to send him a cold glare, but it only made Nino’s grin widen.

“I take that as a no?” He asked, a smug smirk now firmly planted on his face.

“Definitely a no! It was a kiss on the cheek!” Adrien laughed, desperately fanning his face. Nino patted his friend on the back and pushed his glasses up with a knuckle. It had slid down his nose while he was grinning so widely.

“Hey, it wasn’t just the cheek, have you seen your hair? And your shirt, it’s all crumbled!” Adrien glanced down at his appearance, frowning slightly. That had to be fixed. Reaching his locker, the blonde pulled out a mirror and pushed his hair back in the usual position.

“Nothing happened.” He stated, tugging at his shirt. “I gave her my shirt. She’d never be with me anyways.” The blonde scoffed and slammed his locker slightly, winching as some people turned at the sound. Nino rolled his eyes as he watched the antics of his so-called best friend. “Yeah. Because she’d just hate to go out with a fucking model.” Adrien nodded, a sad tint to the movement. He decided to let the matter go and glanced up at his friend with a smirk.

“Never mind that. You at least got to speak to your crush today.” Nino fidgeted with his headphones and grinned. “It wasn’t anything special. She wanted to borrow a pencil.” He looked around, trying to catch a glance of the auburn-haired beauty.

Adrien chuckled. “Sure, she talked to you for half an hour to borrow a pencil.” He said as he grabbed the door handle to the math classroom. Nino didn’t respond, instead his attention turned to the girls walking around the corner. Nino shook his head fondly. “We’re in deep shit dude.”

“Yeah.”

Marinette was walking with a swing to her hips, Adrien couldn’t take his eyes off her. He thought his shirt fit her better than it had ever fit him. It was way to big to her of course, but she flaunted it like a queen. It hung low on her hips like a little dress, and Adrien, oh Adrien was melting. God he would love to wake up to her wearing that thing. She could take all his shirts for all he cared. He just knew that he would die if he never got to see this sight again.

Adrien groaned and tore his eyes away from the goddess. He really needed to get to class.

Math was the last class of the day, and the dullest one. He couldn’t help his thoughts when they flew towards that dark-haired girl. Adrien watched the clock as it ticked, silently praying for the bell to ring. When it did, he almost shouted in relief.

He grabbed Nino by his arm as a shout sounded in the hallway. The two boys hurried out the door to see what was going on.

A skinny boy was sprawled on the ground, his books and glasses scattered over the floor. “Shit.” The kid muttered, grasping his bruised elbow. Over him towered a figure Adrien had gotten used to. Chloe. The blonde laughed loudly, and Adrien sighed. Did she really have to be so mean? He walked over to the boy and asked if he was alright, helping him pick up his books. He could feel the cold glare from Chloe on his back, but she didn’t move to do anything.

The one who moved was Marinette. “How dare you?” She hissed. Adrien could feel the blazing fury rolling off her in heat waves. Adrien and Nino finished helping the boy, and backed off as girls started gathering on either the side of Marinette or Chloe. Adrien could see a pattern forming on the different sides. Many of the girls forming behind Marinette wore leather combined with something red. Chloe’s side was a colourful mix of pastel, high ponytails and stilettos.

“You’re the one who started the war, honey.” Chloe flipped her ponytail behind her shoulders and planted her hands on her hips. “Don’t tell me you’re this afraid of losing?”

Adrien could have sworn Marinette growled. “You have no right to touch Max.” Chloe laughed again, as if the mere suggestion humoured her. Marinette grabbed Max’s arm and dragged him to her side as she watched one of Chloe’s girls reach for him. “Stay on your side of the fucking school.”

Chloe’s jaws clenched, and her eyes were dark. The smirk she had been wearing dropped off her face in an instance. “You have no right to touch my Adrikins, but you did.”

Marinette spared a glance towards the blonde in the corner and a grin crept up on her face. “He didn’t seem to mind.”

Chloe shrieked and her face turned red with anger. “You have started a war Dupain, and you’re going to lose it!” Marinette laughed at that her outburst.

“I don’t start wars, Chloe.” Marinette spit the name out like venom. “I finish them.”

The norinette put her arm around Max’s shoulders and turned around. “Let’s go Max, I’ll get you home.”

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Chapter 3

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jkhoya · 5 years

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Playing with Fire (3)

Pairings: Yoongi x You

Contains: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Cheating

You’re a trainee under Bighit Entertainment, where the boys you loved the most work. For your trainee years, you avoided Min Yoongi so much for a reason, but you had to collab with him before your debut, and that’s when all of it started.

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Hoseok and Jimin insisted to drop you off your house so you had no choice, plus you’re really exhausted so you really thank them for coming up with this idea.

As you all got outside, you sat at the back. You can’t help but feel nervous and get a little fidgety. But again, the fact that you’re inside a car with Jimin and Hoseok’s driving.. feels so unreal.

You told them your address and Hoseok isn’t that familiar in your village so you were telling him the directions. The ride wasn’t that awkward, Jimin would try to make you laugh but instead, Hoseok’s the one who does it. His laugh is just so contagious so you can’t help but chuckle.

But there’s something really bothering you so you feel like you can’t be that happy right now, you’re still thinking about it even if they tried to comfort you, you still denied that you’re hurt.

That feels so toxic. The fact that you’re being so delusional by loving him so much. You wouldn’t fall for him that hard if you didn’t think you had the chance and that makes you hate yourself more.

“Uhm, so, who’s dating Yoongi?” You hated that you were so curious about it to the point that you couldn’t keep your words to yourself.

Jimin gave a look at Hoseok because he wasn’t sure if he could tell you. You got even more nervous because you feel like you said something wrong. Yes, it is wrong. Whoever he’s dating should be none of your business. You scolded yourself.

“She lives in Daegu. Her name is Heejin. Well, I don’t know if we should be telling you this but I trust you enough that you wouldn’t tell anyone about this.” Hoseok says with a more serious tone. “Oh, of course. I actually regret asking since I think it’s none of my business to know about her. It’s Yoongi’s private life and I respect it.”

“That’s what I like about you Y/N.” Jimin chuckles.

After a few minutes, you’ve already arrived in front of your house so you all had said your goodbyes to each other. “Thank you so much, Hope you go home safely.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow Y/N.” They both smiled at you and when you got out, “See you tomorrow Y/N, don’t cry too hard or you’ll look goofy tomorrow.” Hoseok says through the window. You giggle a little bit and got inside the building.

You still live with your family in an apartment because you’re still a trainee, and you still don’t have a dorm. Also, living alone would cost so much money. It’s already a little late, this became normal for you, going home with no lights on because your parents already went to bed.

You always went home late and somehow, they got used to it. You’re really busy on being a trainee and you barely bond with them these days, but they understand, they know how being a trainee works.

You’re currently in an empty dance room with Jimin. They’re on a break right now so they’re not that busy. You’re just both chilling, like you both always do.

You told him what happened to Yoongi’s studio and all he did was laugh and smile weirdly. “You’re such a mess Y/N.”

“Look at you! You’re blushing so hard and your story was embarassing.” He teases. You made face at him and rolled your eyes but you’re still smiling. You hate that you couldn’t take the smile off of your face.

“Okay just let me practice this, You did the demo right? I want it to be perfect when we’re recording so just help me.”

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You practiced the track with Jimin helping you for about an hour until you both heard the door open, and it’s Hoseok.

“Of course Y/N’s gonna work hard for the track with Yoongi hyung.” He gushed as he came in front of you with a smile on his face.

“No, I always work hard Hobi.” You playfully replied and flipped your hair and they both look like they aren’t convinced.

“Ohhhh, you always work hard, I see.” He replies as he nods. “I ordered some foods, I ordered alot since I think we should celebrate this day!! This is Y/N’s day!!! Love this!!” He exclaimed.

Jimin’s face lit up as he heard the word food. You didn’t, since you’re debuting you’re avoiding to eat alot. You don’t wanna look chubby on your debut.

“I’m on a diet.” You mumbled as they stood up and you’re still sitting.

“No. It’s your cheat day today!” Jimin insists.

“Is it my cheat day?” You sarcastically replied.

“Come on Y/N, You don’t even gain weight that much.” Hoseok pouts. “Fine.” You just gave in like that with them.

You just can’t stand them, you always had a soft spot for them and you always can’t say no when they ask you something. Well, you love them.

You thought you all will be eating at the lounge but you all went to Hoseok’s studio since you’re gonna talk about Yoongi, you can’t make the staff hear you.

The moment that you stepped your foot in Hoseok’s studio, the food's smell welcomed you and you really can't wait to eat. You haven’t eaten properly these past few days so it's kind of a valid reason and you quickly sat down on his sofa and sniffed the food.

"We know your hungry." Hoseok says and sat beside you.

"You know Y/N, I don't see the point of dieting. Such a waste of time." Jimin huffs.

"Oh really, Jimin? Just wait until your comeback." You replied but he just gave you an eye roll.

You all started to eat, you're thankful for Hoseok, if he didn't ask you to eat with them, you wouldn't get to eat your favorite food, Chicken.

For almost 3 years of knowing Hoseok, he surely knows your favorites. He and Jimin would always give you gifts whenever they're back from overseas schedules.

They became a good brothers for you. They always treat you so well and you're thankful for it.

At first, when the staff knew about your friendship with Jimin and him, you got scolded and your contract almost got terminated. But you're thankful they're that powerful to defend you.

You're very thankful that this is the agency you went from the start. They're the best for you, you've heard from other trainees how amazing the agency is. How they had the freedom they didn't experience in other agencies.

You remember being called into the office with Hoseok and Jimin, With their manager and the CEO. They tried to check your phones to read the messages to make sure that you're not dating.

"Checking our phones? Isn't that invasion of privacy? Come on, we're grown men. We know what we're doing." Hoseok grunts.

It's your first time seeing him or hearing him talk in that tone. He's really scary when he's like that, you felt your heart beating so fast. Your palms are sweating, you don't even know if you're nervous because of the CEO or because of Hoseok.

"And why do you think we're dating her? Y'all are so weird, three of us? dating? Your minds are really something." Jimin looks so pissed while those words came out from his mouth. You're so confused, you didn't know they can talk like this to the CEO.

"Jimin, Hoseok, you know our rules." Their manager tried to explain but they look like they don't care, with pissed smirk on their face, they let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, rules. The contract says they're not allowed to date until after a year on their debut. But we're not dating, so what rules are you talking about?"

You remember crying so hard that day, but when you think about it, it feels amazing that it's been so long since that happened.

"You're smiling like an idiot right now Y/N." Hoseok informs you as he takes a bite on his chicken. "Oh, what are you thinking?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. "None of your business."

"She's been weird. She's literally thinking about Yoongi hyung all day." Jimin mentioned. You all heard the door opened.

"Hey, why do I hear my name? Why are you talking about me huh?" As soon as you heard the first word, you froze. It's Yoongi, and your heart's beating so fast again.

"By the way what's the trainee's numbe- Oh, she's here."

Your eyes are wide and you couldn't move an inch. Hoseok and Jimin looked weird, they're smiling so wide and even wiggling their brows. You're thankful that Yoongi isn't looking at them.

"Can I get your number? So we can talk about the track, or like, schedules." He asks shyly, he even has his hand on the back of his neck while asking.

"Oh, sure." You tried to act normal, you don't know if you're gonna say it to him out loud, but he gave you his phone so you just typed your number there.

There's an awkward silence in the studio and you pray that he doesn't feel weird about it.

After you typed and saved your contact, you accidentally pushed the home button so you saw his lockscreen. "Oh sorry." You mumbled as you gave his phone back to him.

"It's fine. Thanks."

"Hyung, you want a bite?" Jimin offers his food to Yoongi so he took a bite from the chicken and ate some rice. "Do you want to eat with us?"

"Nah, I'm just gonna eat later, I'm finishing something. Bye." When he finally got out, Hoseok wheezed.

"What was that??? What WAS that??" He's laughing so hard, you're getting shy.

"Oh sure.." Jimin even tried to copy the way you talked earlier. "Y/N, that's so" They both laughed at you so you just laughed with them too. You knew that both of you were awkward, so you couldn't defend yourself.

"Wait, He just asked your number!"

"Yeah.. cool." You tried to look calm and pretend that you're not exploding inside.

"Cool?" Jimin seems unconvinced. "Okay, OMG ACTUALLY I CAN'T BELIEVE. FOR REAL, I DON'T KNOW I'M FREAKING OUT." They both laughed again as you popped your bubble.

"I feel so.. ugh, I don't knoooow." You can't even explain how you feel since you're feeling so many things.

"I saw his wallpaper though." You added.

"What about it?" Jimin asks. "Does it hurt?"

"A little." You just ate after replying to him because you thought they're gonna scold you. But you're glad they didn't, but Hoseok just let out a sigh.

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As soon as you got home, you talked to your members. You brought them food since you're the oldest and you wanna take care of them.

You kinda feel bad since you rarely bond with them, But it would be okay soon if BTS will have a tour. "Hey guys, have you eaten? I brought foods!"

The members we're playing uno cards and they quickly went to the kitchen to see you. You just watch them ate since Hoseok made you eat alot. You're happy for the fact that eventhough you don't talk to them about your personal life that much, you're still close to them.

"Y/N, How's the track with Yoongi going?" Athena asks. "Well, we haven't recorded it yet."

You all talked about how excited you all to your debut. You also asked about their collaborations with the other BTS members as well, You heard that Chaeyeon will be doing a Hope on the Street with Hoseok.

"I feel like eventhough he looks bubbly, If i make one mistake he'll get mad. I don't know why but I'm scared of him." You laughed because she really looks so terrifies of Hoseok, but it's actually true. He can be scary when it comes to choreography.

"He's completely harmless Chaeyeon-ah. I know you're a good dancer, you won't make him mad." After saying those, you saw her face relax and you're glad she's relieved.

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You're finally in your pjs and you're just lying on your bed, trying to sleep when you heard your phone buzz.

"hi it's yoongi. do you think you can record it tomorrow?"

Your eyes widened and you screamed quietly under your pillow. You feel so happy that you punched your pillow, you even almost flipped your bed. You can't believe Yoongi's texting you right now.

"hi. yes, i can record it tmr. what time?"

"1pm. see you."

"great, see you too. 💕"

You put down your phone, and stared at the ceiling. Why the fuck did I put a heart in my text? Great job, Y/N. He probably thinks you're weird now.

You got so anxious about it. Until you heard another buzz.

"❤"

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Confessions of a girl who’s still not sick of “bad guy”

Just over one year later, Erin revisits her favorite pop song from 2019. Why it's genius, why she wishes it was around when she was 16, and why she's still not sick of that dang song "bad guy."

The opening track to Billie Eilish’s debut, WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?, is technically two tracks. It starts with a joking conversation between Eilish and her brother/writing partner/producer Finneas called "!!!!!!!," where they joke about Eilish taking out her Invisalign and burst into hysterical, almost unsettling laughter. The last peal of laughter drops directly into the bass line of "bad guy," the darkly addictive song that took over radios everywhere almost immediately. Call that song what you want: the thesis or antithesis to hot girl summer, a feminist role reversal, weirdly seductive, wholly unsettling, "nugoth pop" if you’re Wikipedia, but don't call it unoriginal. "bad guy" played on repeat on radio stations, car Bluetooth, and party playlists everywhere. It was the song that should’ve gotten old by June but never did. At least, not to me. I still get a kick out of that deep bass and Eilish's absentminded but self-assured humming as she launches into what became one of the defining songs of 2019 and the decade. The genius of "bad guy" lies a lot in its themes. There's sort of two layers to "bad guy," it's a song about a dysfunctional relationship and it's a song about being fake, with Billie Eilish saying of the song "it's like well if you're gonna act all tough when you're not, then fine, I'm gonna be the bad type, the make your momma sad type, the make your girlfriend mad type, the might seduce your dad type." The joke is that she's not any of those things, but she plays with identities as long as the people around her keep forcing her to. "bad guy" is also a song that perfectly balances darkness and humor. In theory, "bad guy" could've been poppy and bright, but really it couldn't have. For a top 40 hit, the song is decidedly minimalist, favoring playful whispers and Eilish's well placed "Duh." over complex production and belting. The final 30 seconds of "bad guy" is even darker than the rest of the song but there is still this feeling that Billie Eilish is laughing behind a straight face. As she said in a Rolling Stone interview, "Things are more serious if you're laughing also." Eilish's album, particularly this song, is the kind of song I wish was around when I was in high school. I'm only 20, I think there's something special about the people who get to grow up watching Billie Eilish call herself the bad guy, and kick down a wall just to take out her Invisalign and dance. There's a level of not taking herself too seriously and yet self-respect that Eilish emulates from the song. She laughs and hums and teases and full-on burns, and she allows for no fuckery from anyone but herself. I think that's an extremely cool thing for today's teens to see. Eilish has emphasized in countless interviews that nothing she does is actively trying to break any rules or rebel or whatever else she's been dreamed up to represent. She's just trying to wear what makes her happy and write songs that she likes. I think the thing that really brings "bad guy" together is that it's NOT meant to be a rebellion against all pop, it's just meant to be something that's Billie's. For the whole time I've known about the song, "bad guy" has yet to make me sick of itself. The teasing tone, the playful "duh," and the simple but punchy beat bring the song together as everything from a club hit to a perfect driving song. If "bad guy" truly represents the future of pop, everything may look a litter darker, and that's okay! Billie Eilish is something of a poster child of Gen Z, facing climate change, growing political turmoil, and now possibly entering college and the workforce amid a recession. Pop reflects pop culture and that means it's not always going to be happy, but on "bad guy" especially, Billie Eilish shows us that doesn't mean we can't laugh along with it.

Listen to “bad guy” here.

#editorial #billie eilish

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Album Review by Bradley Christensen Calvin Harris – Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Record Label: Columbia Release Date: June 30 2017

EDM music, which stands for “electronic dance music,” is not a style of music I’ve enjoyed one bit. I don’t like it, and I don’t listen to it, but I don’t have any issues with it as a style of music. I have issues with it, personally speaking, but if people like it, who am I to stop them? I don’t like it, though. EDM is always light on lyrics, even though I’m not super into lyrics anymore (I mean, great lyrics are great lyrics, but a song doesn’t need lyrics to be great), and the music itself lacks any real bite, emotion, or uniqueness for me to give a crap about it. One artist at the center of the EDM explosion (there was a couple of years where EDM was poised to become the main style of music that people wanted, but that’s since waned) is Calvin Harris. His last big hit was weirdly that one song with Rihanna, “This Is What You Came For,” and I wasn’t into that whatsoever, but when I heard he was moving into a funk, disco, and boogie direction, I was curious. The guy released a bunch of singles over the spring of this year, and with each single, I was more and more curious to check out his upcoming LP, Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1. I mean, artists like Migos, Frank Ocean, Khalid, Future, Pharrell Williams, Snoop Dogg, and tons more artists that are essentially who’s who of hip-hop, pop, and R&B were on this record. I was interested, and so I thought I’d finally take a look at the album, because I noticed it at Target within the last week. Because the album was only 38 minutes, I was curious enough. I’m a huge fan of funk music, but I don’t listen to a lot of modern funk music, especially in the disco / boogie vein. I like old school 1970s funk, but the vein that Harris was taking this LP was more 80s funk. It was more based on electronics, synths, and disco-infused sounds, versus being more groovy and bass-heavy funk. Nonetheless, though, I’ll be damned, because this album is awesome. There are a couple caveats to that, but we’ll cross those bridges when we get there.

For starters, I love this thing’s sound. The 80s funk sound is awesome in every single way, shape, and form. When this thing has a groove, it rides it hard. The album opens up with “Slide,” and every time I listen to that song, that’s what I want to do – slide. You can just slide and groove to that track, but songs like “Holiday,” “Feels,” “Cash Out,” and “Heatstroke,” just to name a few (otherwise I’d be naming the whole album). It’s funny, because this LP manages to do that thing where it sounds pretty similar throughout the course of the album, but each song has a different feel to it. Every song is pretty memorable, catchy, and slick, although it all sounds pretty similar throughout. It never gets repetitive, annoying, or bland, though, and that’s how it should be. That’s when you know you’ve hit a goldmine, because these types of albums are how it should be done. I also have to say, too – the guest spots on this thing are utterly great. There are a few that don’t do much for me, namely Nicki Minaj’s weirdly auto-tuned warbling on “Skrt On Me,” but the guest features, like I said, are a collection of the biggest names of pop, R&B, and hip-hop today. Some of these names are ones that you’d expect to fit quite well within funk and pop instrumentation, such as Pharrell Williams, Khalid, and Frank Ocean, whose voices work naturally well with this sound, but there are plenty of guest stars that shocked me. Migos sounds great on “Slide,” as well as the individual members who appear on a couple of tracks, Future sounds nice on “Rollin’” (along with Khalid, who takes the hook), and Lil Yachty sounds really, really nice on “Faking It” (even giving us a very heartfelt and earnest verse about how much he loves his girlfriend). I liked that verse so much, I decided to pick up his newest LP, Teenage Emotions.

A lot of these guest stars work so well, though, and I have to commend a lot of them. I wasn’t too crazy about Minaj’s feature, which doesn’t help that she’s on her own for the track, as well as the closing track, “Hard to Love,” featuring Jessie Reyez. Her vocals don’t really do anything for me, and it’s a track that I almost always skip. It’s not bad, but it’s just “meh.” Otherwise, though, I love this album. Even that song isn’t half bad, but I wish it featured someone else, or even someone else along with her. The lyrics on this thing are pretty ambivalent, as they’re not all that deep, interesting, or really thought-provoking, but the overall feeling and vibe of this album is more laidback, feel-good, and relaxed. The lyrics aren’t trying to be deep, so I don’t care about them. This does also feel more like a complete album, versus most EDM albums, where the song structures are really weird, out of whack, and they feature only a single line of vocals or two. I doubt I’ll be going into EDM’s rabbit hole soon, but this is a great album. Easily one of the best of the year. I’m happy that I picked this up, because albums can surprise you. This is definitely one of the biggest and best surprises of the year. I will say, though, I wish I picked this up sooner, because this came out earlier this summer. This would have been a great summer album, but there’s always next summer. I can see myself bumping this when the weather’s warm, because it has that feel to it. I can just vibe to this album, and it works so well. If you’re like me, and you’re not an EDM fan, but you want to get into something like that, this is a perfect album for that. It’s got a somewhat electronic to it, because it’s more disco-esque, but it’s still an actual album. There are no stupid “drops,” or anything like that (sorry for people that like that stuff, but I don’t give a crap about those things; bass drops are usually pretty lame for me, so I don’t care about them whatsoever), and the songs feel complete, interesting, and fleshed out. If you’re even thinking about checking this out, do it, because you won’t be disappointed.

#calvin harris #funk wav bounces vol. 1 #migos #frank ocean #khalid #future #nicki minaj #ariana grande #katy perry #pharrell williams #schoolboy q #snoop dogg #pop #disco #funk #soul

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natasha-cole · 7 years

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Ready Steady Part 8

Summary: Rob returns to L.A. while the reader stays in Nashville for the remainder of her trip. Reader finds herself in a terrifying situation and believes that she only has one person to turn to.

Word Count: 3397

Warnings: a little bit of fluff, hints of past abuse, seriously guys… for some reason this turned out pretty dark. I’m sorry.

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

Catch up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

When Monday morning came around, you found yourself in a poor mood. You had woken up to Rob draped over you again, which made you smile. He made you feel happy and safe. But your happiness washed away quickly when you remembered that it was Monday, which meant he was leaving today. You nestled up against him again while he continued to sleep, not wanting this moment to end. Your moment was cut short however; when Rob’s alarm went off, waking him.

“I’ve got to go pack,” he stated, rubbing his eyes. “I’ve been here so much that I’m not even ready to catch my flight yet.” With that, he got up and began dressing quickly.

You watched him from the bed, “I could get used to watching you scramble around my room looking for your clothes.”

“I could get used to it too,” he said as he winked at you.

“You sure you don’t wanna come back to bed, just for a little while?” You placed your hand on his spot next to you, rubbing circles in the sheets indicating that you wanted him back in bed.

“You know I do,” he sighed as he began to put his phone and wallet back into his pockets. “Meet me downstairs in 20? So I can say goodbye before I head to the airport?” He gave you a half-smile.

“Sure, I’ll meet you at the same place we met for the first time.” You grinned.

Rob let out a chuckle as he remembered your first meeting, “Ah, you’re so romantic.” He walked over to you and gave you a quick kiss before leaving again.

You found yourself at the hotel lobby before Rob had made it down, standing in the same spot that you had promised to meet him at. Sure, it was sort of corny; but if anyone could appreciate the sentiment, you knew it was Rob. You waited for some time before you saw some familiar faces enter the lobby.

“Hey guys!” you said cheerfully as Billy, Mike, and Stephen walked toward you. You hadn’t had a lot of time to talk to Rob’s friends over the weekend, but you had managed to talk music with these guys at one point. It had been a long and deep conversation. If nothing else, at least you had music in common with these men.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” Mike asked.

“I’m well. Just waiting for Rob.”

“Yeah, he’s been running late a lot this weekend,” Stephen added, smiling at you.

You laughed at the fact that you knew that you were the reason behind this. But you didn’t feel shy about it anymore. Sure, Rob’s friends still teased you endlessly; which always made you blush like crazy, but you were feeling a lot more comfortable around them now. The long conversations during their downtime in the greenroom had helped your anxiety about getting to know his friends a lot better. You had talked to these people so much that you sort of already felt like you fit into their little family somehow.

“Gonna go check out,” Stephen said as he headed to the front desk, Mike right behind him.

“Hey,” said Billy, who was still standing with you as his friends walked away, “I just wanted to let you know that Rob really is into you.”

“I know,” you said, “I’m pretty into him too.”

“Good, because… he’s a good guy. He’s had a rough go of it lately, but this weekend… it’s probably the best mood I’ve ever seen him in,” Billy assured you, “Hell, that was probably the best show we’ve done in years.”

You looked down at your shoes, a little embarrassed by Billy’s confession. You felt your heart swell a little bit at the fact that Rob had been in such a great mood because he had met you.

“I’m sure you guys are always great,” you argued.

“No, really. I think you’re good for him. He needs a good woman in his life.” You glanced up at Billy who was smiling warmly at you, “and, the rest of us really like you too.”

“Thanks,” was all you could manage in reply.

“Better go check out, see you around soon.” Billy said as he also headed for the front desk.

You smiled to yourself as he walked away. They were all so nice to you, something that you weren’t sure you really deserved. Yes, you and Rob had decided to see where this ‘thing’ between the two of you went, but it was not something set in stone. There was no name to it, no definition of what you were… but his friends seemed to have accepted you as one of theirs. This was something new to you. You didn’t have many friends, and the friends that you did have at one point were all but lost as you drove them away during your relationship with Chris. It had been easier to be alone at that time than it was to deal with his constant need to control you.

You were startled from your thoughts by a pair of hands snaking around your waist, which made you yelp.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Rob promised as you turned to meet him, you only wrapped your arms around his shoulders with a smile.

“It’s okay,” you said. You made sure to look into those gorgeous blue eyes for a little longer than usual. You were going to miss him. Your heart ached a bit, knowing that he was leaving and you would spend the next four days without him around.

“I’ll see you when you get back to L.A.?” he asked, pulling you in closer.

“You’ll be the first person I call,” you replied.

You brought your hands to his face, taking a moment to run your fingers across the patch of gray in his beard that you had found yourself becoming weirdly obsessed with. He smiled and you pulled his face to yours, meeting his lips in a deep kiss. It only made the ache in your chest grow. Four days. Four days you had known him. In those four days, you had found yourself falling in deep with this man. You found yourself feeling lonely when he wasn’t with you. It was crazy really, but now all you could think about was if you could get through four more days without him.

“I should go check out. The guys are waiting, I’m sure our car is here…” he trailed off. You could tell he was hesitant in leaving you.

“Go,” you insisted, “before I change my mind and make you stay.”

Rob smiled at you, giving you another kiss. As he started to walk away, he stopped in his tracks to rush back to you. “I forgot,” he spoke quickly, “I have something for you.” He started to rummage through one of his bags until he found what he was looking for.

He held out a book to you which you gladly accepted. It was a brown leather-bound journal. You opened it, flipping through its empty pages, not really understanding.

“I got this for myself a while ago, thinking I would need a new one soon… but I noticed that your notebook was almost filled. I thought you could use it while you’re here.”

You felt yourself smiling hard. You looked up at Rob, genuine appreciation in your eyes. It may not have been a fancy gift that was even meant for you in the first place, but the fact that he had noticed that you needed a new one really meant something to you. You loved that he paid attention to those little things and that he was willing to give up what was his so that you could keep doing what you did.

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, “thank you.”

Rob smiled at you again, leaning in for one more kiss. And in just moments, he was gone.

You stood in the same spot for some time, replaying everything in your head. The moment you glanced up from the ground and saw those blue eyes, running into him again at the bar, watching him on stage all weekend, meeting his friends, that first kiss, and the nights you spent together. Behind your smile, the ache was still there. Hopefully you could hold out for the next few days.

The next four days went slowly and rather painfully. You found yourself missing Rob more than you had thought you would. Your days were filled with writing. Eventually, you had needed a new notebook when your old one filled up quickly. You smiled to yourself every time you opened that leather-bound journal to write. You worked tirelessly on music. Some days, things flowed freely; other days, you grew frustrated and antsy. Your nights were lost in long phone conversations with Rob, who would call you in between working on various projects. You didn’t get to talk on the phone as often as you had thought you would. He was a busy man. But, when you did talk late at night, it was for hours at a time; just talking about everything and anything.

During the times that you just couldn’t sit and focus on music, you would huddle up in bed with your phone and watch ‘Supernatural’. You had started from season 1, even though you found out that Rob’s character didn’t even show up until season 4. Rob insisted that you watch from the beginning or you would be lost. You were overwhelmed when you found out that there were already 12 seasons of the show.

You also found yourself suddenly dodging phone calls and text messages from Chris. You hadn’t heard from him since Saturday, but by Monday evening, he was blowing up your phone. It was just like him to know the perfect moments to come along and try to ruin things. A few times, you had considered answering his calls. But thinking about Rob made you take a different route. You were constantly ignoring his calls. Unfortunately, the text messages were harder to avoid. Even when you’d see his name pop up on notifications, you couldn’t help but skim through what he was sending you. You really wished you hadn’t read them. They weren’t nice and often were so cruel, that you found yourself crying over them. Sometimes they were weirdly sweet, complimenting you on your looks; most times, they were threatening to point that it made your skin crawl. You never replied. You felt a little stronger knowing that you didn’t have to reply to him or answer his calls.

By Wednesday afternoon, you had become so adept in screening calls and text messages, that it felt like a bad habit. But you stood your ground, refusing to keep contact with him. That is, until one text message caught your attention…

Chris: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I’ll be waiting at home.

You felt your chest tighten at the words. You had told him to be gone before you returned home, but you should have known better. He lived there just as much as you did. He had a key, he could come and go as he pleased. In his moment of wanting you back, he wasn’t going to listen to you. You knew that he could very well still be at the house when you got home tomorrow. You felt nauseated suddenly at the thought. You felt yourself begin to panic, tears welling up at the thought of being face to face with him when you got home. Your first instinct was to call Rob, which you found yourself doing almost immediately after reading the text.

“Hey, Y/N,” came his voice on the other end. You let out a ragged breath when you heard him.

“Hey, Rob.”

“What’s up? What are you doing?” he asked cheerfully.

“N-nothing, I just… I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked, pausing for a moment, “you sound upset.”

“I’m okay,” you thought about telling him everything. You thought about telling him about Chris and the phone calls. You thought about telling him about the possibility of Chris being at your house when you got home. You thought about telling him how afraid you were. In the end, you still didn’t want him to know about this part of your past… and your present apparently. “I just really needed to hear your voice.”

“Aw, I miss you too.” He sighed. “One more day though, right? We get to see each other tomorrow night.”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, still trying hard to hold back tears.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, you could almost see his brow raise as he questioned you.

“I’m just having a really rough day.” You choked out. You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You found yourself crying openly over the phone.

“Y/N, it’s okay,” he reassured you, “please don’t cry,” now he sounded upset.

You took in a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself. You hadn’t meant to make him worry, but hearing his voice sent you over the edge. Yes, you missed him terribly, but you knew you were going to see him soon. The real issue was that text. The gut feeling that you had that when you returned home, things could go really bad. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Rob the truth. Not this time.

“I know,” you said, drying your eyes on the back of your hand, “I’m just being stupid. I’m sorry to bug you with this.”

“Never be sorry for bugging me,” he replied, “I like when you bug me.”

You laughed half-heartedly, sniffling a little.

“I’ll let you go,” you said softly, “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Call me again if you need to hear it more,” he insisted. You smiled. He really was the sweetest.

“Okay, bye. I’ll see you soon,” you said, you felt calmer just hearing him. And having him confirm that you would see each other soon helped a lot.

“see you soon, beautiful.”

You ended the call, letting out a loud sigh. He had made you feel better, but the message you had received lingered in your mind. Chris was pretending that nothing had happened, something that he did often. There were countless times when he would leave or the two of you would fight, and he would come back days later, pretending that all was well. He would become sickeningly sweet, buying you things, telling you that you were beautiful… and you fell for it every time. It was a vicious cycle that never ended with him. But, you knew that you were as much to blame considering you had always taken him back and forgiven him.

This time, you weren’t about to allow him to do this again. Especially now that you had Rob. So, with shaky hands, you found his number in your contacts and hesitantly pushed the call button.

Your heart raced, tears struggled to escape as the phone rang. You intended to be strong. You knew you had to be firm and insist that it really was over and that he needed to leave. When he answered the phone, all of your bravery disappeared. You found yourself turning back into that broken girl who couldn’t stand up to him.

“Y/N, I thought you’d never call me back. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” Chris’ voice came through, sounding too cheerful. Your stomach turned at the words. “Y/N? Baby, are you there?”

“Don’t call me that,” you whispered. Your voice was gone, as it often was when you spoke to him. You wondered what had happened to the girl who stood up to him just days ago. Perhaps you felt less brave knowing that he was possibly waiting at your house for you.

“Why are you being like this, Y/N?” He kept his voice tender and sweet. You had to remind yourself that this is what he did. This is what he always did. It was his way of making you feel like the crazy one.

“I-I told you to leave me alone,” you stuttered.

“Why would I leave you alone? I’m here, at home… just waiting until I get to see you tomorrow.” You closed your eyes and flinched at this revelation. He really was doing this, and you had to make it stop.

“You need to leave my house,” you felt some of your bravery returning. It wasn’t much, but you felt safer on the end of a phone call, “I want you to get your things and leave.”

He was silent for a moment, “why would you say that?”

“Are you kidding me?” you spat out, “you left, and I am done now. I already told you I was done.”

He was quiet again, this time for a lot longer.

“Did you hear me?” you asked, feeling anxious now, “I want you to leave and never contact me again.”

More silence. You choked on the tears you were holding back. Beginning to cry as he remained silent. Covering your mouth to stifle the sobs, Chris took that as his cue.

“I’m not going anywhere,” his voice was no longer kind, it had turned threatening very quickly.

“Please,” you cried, “please just leave me alone.”

You could almost hear him grinning over the phone, “good, you’re frightened. I’ll just see you when you get back tomorrow.” The line went dead as he hung up.

You dropped your phone; sinking down onto the floor of your hotel room, as you sobbed into your hands. He was serious. You also knew him well enough that things were quickly going back to how they had been months ago. Fear raced through your body. At least at this point, you had a number of choices. You could return to your home, where you knew he was waiting for you, and see what would happen. A large part of you knew that this would not go in your favor. This would also mean that you would continue to avoid telling Rob the whole truth. Another option was to get law enforcement involved. Say that you feared for your safety, send them to your home, and risk that information getting out into the public. Now, you weren’t famous by any means; but your name was one that people would notice if it ended up in police reports. Your other option was to confess everything to Rob, and hope that he would help you.

Your head began to hurt. You thought mainly about your relationship with Rob. Your ran your options through your head repeatedly, weighing the pros and cons of each one. Given your history with Chris, going home when you knew he was there was no longer an option. You had to rule that one out, especially when just thinking about the possibilities of what could happen filled you with so much fear that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Involving the police was a stretch for you. You weren’t sure why you even considered it. Word would get out and everyone would know that you were a victim. Who knows what that could do to your career?

You were left with one option. Tell Rob and hope that he could help. Of course, this too came with its own pros and cons. You wondered if he could continue this with you if he knew the truth, the truth that you had been keeping from him. You also took into consideration that you had known each other for almost a week, and this was some really heavy stuff to confide in someone with. Your fear of losing Rob over something like this ate at you. How could he continue to care about you if he found out how damaged you were?

Sitting for hours, thinking things through, and unable to decide between your options; you began to feel defeated. It was almost as if your choice was meant to be impossible. And then, you remembered that you might have had one other option. There might be one other person who could help you. You didn’t want to call her. God knows, you wanted to avoid this conversation with her at all costs.

Ultimately, your fear and your confusion won. You picked up your phone, searching through until you found her number.

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One of the many dreadful side effects of our collective distancing is quiet, a miserable, seismologically registrable quiet. The white noise of everyday life—the humming of your local bar, the turning of car tires—is lost. In its place is the unpleasant silence of a whole world stuck on pause.

Let’s fix that. Today, we offer a playlist, assembled by three of our music critics: Hannah Giorgis, Spencer Kornhaber, and James Parker. They each picked a few tracks, each tuned to one of the very specific moods you might be experiencing during this period of self-quarantine.

A kitschier newsletter might ask you to now turn up your bass and fill the aforementioned void with sound waves from your speaker. But we’ll just leave this Spotify link here and let you decide what to do next.

For perking up without wanting to go anywhere:

“Party” by Planet 1999

Pop music’s caffeine tastes sour lately—it’s too brash, too silly, and too in love with the physical world—so instead I’ve regulated my energy with gentle, abstracted substitutes. In the video for this happy-slurry dance track, folks in casual wear bop around a digital purgatory, which feels awfully relatable. — SK

For when all you can do is stare out the window like the lead of an indie movie: “Cut Me” by Moses Sumney

As the days stretch on, so does the space for constant rumination. Thankfully, “Cut Me,” the fourth single from Moses Sumney’s græ: Part 1, washes over you with all the force and reassurance of a hot shower. Cry if you need to; nothing is more human. — HG

For a boost to the immune system: “Misfit Love” by Queens of the Stone Age, live in the studio at The Henry Rollins Show, 2007

Look at this band, these dudes: the greasy, druggy, stylish, heavy, humid closeness and consanguinity of it all. Look at them building this sick, sick groove in successive loops of wonder, in layers of inevitability, in a kind of scowling ecstasy, as if they’re inventing not just music but the idea of music. Inhale this; get it deep inside your body. This is medicine. — JP

For post-videochat melancholy:

“Where Are You Judy?” by Andy Shauf

The fantastic new album by sleepy-voiced strummer Andy Shauf is about spending a night out at the bars yet remaining stuck inside one’s own head. Here he fantasizes about an ex calling him up to reconnect, and it’s a weirdly comforting reminder that pre-quarantine freedom had its quiet madness too. — SK

For when you can’t concentrate: “Sex” by the Necks

In this general glut of horrible news, horrible numbers, and pestilential vibes, it can be—let’s put it mildly—hard to focus. The Necks are an Australian improvisational trio, and “Sex” is a nearly hour-long voyage into the galaxy that Miles Davis discovered with In a Silent Way. Slow, twinkling, irreversible build; beckoning theta-states. Whatever you’re doing when you put this on, you’ll start to do it better. — JP

For when only Morrissey will do: “My Hurling Days Are Done” by Morrissey

Forgive him his trespasses, as he might—actually probably wouldn’t—forgive yours. A yodeler on the Alp of himself, calling in his lost sheep, his black sheep, his whipping boys, in that rich and curling tenor, this, ah, complex individual is still in magnificent voice, and still capable of writing superbly, as demonstrated by this cut from his new album, I Am Not a Dog On a Chain. — JP

For a dramatic lip-sync session in the mirror: “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now” by Céline Dion

Sure, this is one of the strangest songs ever written, but just think of it as an ode to the outside world, which you’ll see again … someday. — HG

For an important reminder not to text your ex:

“Si Veo a Tu Mamá” by Bad Bunny

Listen, I get it—social distancing has made dating really weird! But that’s no excuse to go full “Marvins Room.” Instead of Drake, let Bad Bunny be your muse: “Si Veo a Tu Mamá” is a rueful message to a lost lover who’s already moved on, but it’s also a bouncy introduction to the Puerto Rican phenom’s incredibly fun new album, YHLQMDLG. Rather than yearning ad nauseam, Bad Bunny looks forward. Do the same, and dance along. — HG

For your eerie but life-affirming walk around the neighborhood:

“Happy Cycling” by Boards of Canada

How did the ambient musicians of Boards of Canada anticipate this experience 22 years ago? The stores are closed, the gulls are jeering, and yet you pace ahead to thwart leg cramps. Five minutes in, the endorphins assemble, the creepiness lessens, and there’s an unidentifiable new feeling that might even be related to hope. — SK

For your personal happy hour:

“Stay Flo” by Solange

Solange’s collage-like 2019 album When I Get Home has never made more sense. It’s like she’s trying to remember the chaos of the outside world, rhythm first, and ends up conjuring some fresh, bizarre, and ultimately pleasing sense of order. — SK

For breaks from the news:

“What’s Going On” by Marvin Gaye

Because obviously. Gaye voiced Vietnam-era outrage, but never has a sigh of “WTF” sounded so consoling or pure. — SK

For when you’d rather be on a different planet: “Celebration Station” by Lil Uzi Vert

Lil Uzi Vert isn’t subject to the same rules as the rest of us. Where we might trudge through life, the 25-year-old Philadelphia rapper glides. That’s never been more obvious than on the long-awaited Eternal Atake, his recent chart-topping second studio album. Uzi immediately followed it up with a separate 11-track record, Eternal Atake (Deluxe) – LUV vs. The World 2. It’s nearly impossible to pick just one song from the extraterrestrial experience that is the double release, but “Celebration Station” is a roller coaster unto itself. The run from 1:49 to 2:11 will roll through you with so much energy, it’ll feel almost like wind blowing through your hair again. — HG

For thinking about when it’s all over:

“One Love Jam Down” by Papa Michigan & General Smiley

“The social barriers come down / Together in a one-love jam down.” We’re told that there likely won’t be a V-E Day on this thing, no single joyful scream-of-the-whistle moment where we all rush into one another’s arms and orgiastically reverse the months-long damage of social distancing. But we can dream—and the combined bass-synth squelch on this 1980 classic of positive reggae can keep our dreams juicy. — JP

Listen to this on Spotify. What song do you find yourself returning to in this tense moment? Send us your own pick (along with the corresponding quarantine mood), and we may highlight it in a future edition of the newsletter.

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What to read if … you just want practical advice:

How the pandemic will end

The four possible timelines for life returning to normal

Here’s how many people have the coronavirus in your state

How you should get food during the pandemic

One question, answered: Why doesn’t the U.S. have a national lockdown?

Other countries—including Western democracies such as Italy, Spain, and France—have responded to the coronavirus crisis by shutting down entire regions or the nation as a whole. America, which currently has the most known COVID-19 cases of any country, has not.

Two health-law experts explain how America’s federalist system limits its response options:

Constitutional authority for ordering major public-health interventions, such as mass quarantines and physical distancing, lies primarily with U.S. states and localities via their “police powers.”

Today’s Atlantic-approved self-quarantine activity:

Try last year’s six-part British drama Years and Years, an eerily timely—and oddly comforting—series about family life against a backdrop of constant crisis. In the show, “simply carrying on is portrayed as the key to survival,” our critic writes.

What to read if … you’d like to read about something—anything—other than the coronavirus:

The wellness movement is booming—and so are opportunities to profit from it.

We are continuing our coverage of the coronavirus. View all of our stories related to the outbreak here. Let us know if you have specific questions about the virus—or if you have a personal experience you’d like to share with us. In particular, we’d like to hear about how the pandemic has affected your family life—whether that’s child care, partner relationships, or any other family dynamic.

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