Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader Rating: M Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU
Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.
A/N: :D Look, I did a thing! Thank you all for waiting patiently~ I’m literally posting this right before I leave for work, I was rushing to proof read it lol. Hopefully I didn’t miss too many mistakes :p
Black fabric mask secured over the lower half of his face,
Jungkook waits tensely in a coffee shop half a block from his family’s
penthouse. Its 2 minutes before noon, and his leg bounces nervously under the
table, his coffee already gone cold.
Managing to get a whole of 3 hours of sleep the night prior,
still too bothered with the thought of you potentially being in trouble to be
able to get some shut eye, Jungkook had slipped out of the house early that
morning, requesting his regular chauffeur to take him to campus a tad sooner
than usual. The driver had complied, toting him half way across the city to the
usual spot where Jungkook was dropped off and picked up. Jungkook then left as
usual, walking towards his building, but this time he had no plan on going to
class. As soon as the Jeon heir was far enough from the car which had dropped
him off, he ducked into a building and watched through the old, clouded windows
for the car to leave. It took a few seconds, his driver likely confused as to
why Jungkook was going into that building when he usually didn’t, but luckily a
car wanting to get by honked in slight anger, and the chauffer immediately
placed the car in drive and coasted away as if nothing had happened.
Sighing thankfully to the impatient college driver who had
honked, Jungkook waits in the building for a few long minutes. He wants to be
perfectly sure that his car won’t circle back around to look for him, and when
5 minutes pass and there’s no sign of his chauffeur, Jungkook determines that
Nodding to himself, determination for what he now has to do
settling in his gut, Jungkook shrugs his book bag off his shoulder, unzipping
the main pouch. Today his normal folders and notebooks are nowhere to be found,
replaced by a spare coat, hat, and a mask. Jungkook knows that his father has
men stationed all over the city—maybe not on the lookout for him, since as far
as they know nothing out of the ordinary is going on—but Jungkook won’t risk
anything. It seems to him that his father is currently scheming with Taehyung
against Namjoon, judging by the small amount of their conversation he had
overheard last night, but Jungkook needs Namjoon by his side. He needs
Namjoon’s friendship because right now Namjoon holds all the information
Jungkook wants to know about you. And…more so…Namjoon truly isn’t too bad of a
guy, in Jungkook’s eyes—better than his father, at least—and Jungkook doesn’t
feel well knowing that his family is possibly working to…hurt Namjoon in some
So, changing his jacket, hiding his face behind a plain back
mask, and tucking his hair beneath a dark blue hat, Jungkook had left the
building he’d taken refuge in, walking back into the city. He didn’t want to
risk a taxi or a bus, so he had braved the chilling winds and had walked the crowded
streets of Seoul. After nearly 40 minutes he finally arrived at the café
Namjoon had requested he wait at—the brief text containing the location
arriving at just shy of 5am that morning.
And now here he is, Jeon Jungkook, eyes boring into the watch
on his wrist, the second hand ticking past the 12 mark, officially meaning that
it was noon. His leg continued to bounce with nervous energy, hand reaching
into his pocket to check his cellphone, and as soon as the device is in his
hand, it buzzes, a new text message lighting up the screen.
I’m stopped behind a
bus at the light outside the coffee shop. Come now.
Reading the words with unsteady concentration, Jungkook
quickly stands, bumping into the table as he reaches for his backpack and heads
outside. Not bothering to correctly zip up his coat, the cold air immediately
soaking into his skin, Jungkook glances both ways down the congested street,
breaking into a jog when he spots the bus a little ways up the sidewalk, a
black car with tinted windows momentarily stalled behind it.
As he approaches the car, his feet suddenly falter as he
realizes that he’s currently putting himself in danger. He has no clue what’s
going on right now—who he can trust and who might be hiding in the city ready
to hurt him. As a Jeon he had been targeted before. Once or twice, but nothing
serious. A kidnapping attempt here or there by people desperate to use him as
ransom in return for monetary repayment from his father, but all attempts had
been thwarted by family men—faint screams ringing in Jungkook’s ears, but he
hadn’t put all the pieces together until he’d gotten a bit older.
Yet, despite the danger, Jungkook regains his stride,
especially when the light in front of the bus turns green, the tinted car
honking urgently. He can’t stall for much longer, and Jungkook rushes forward,
pulling open the passenger door, grateful to see Namjoon occupying the driver
“Christ kid, hurry it up,” Namjoon sighs as he steps on the
gas, following behind the bus. Jungkook rolls his eyes, dropping his bag on the
floor between his feet.
“You could have actually stopped somewhere to wait.”
“I could have, but everything feels risky nowadays,” Namjoon
mumbles, eyes casting to the side. Jungkook can immediately tell how tired the
older male is, dark bags hanging under his eyes, unkempt facial hair prickling
his chin and upper lip.
“Hyung…,” Jungkook says, voice sympathetic yet serious. His
eyes harden, heart steeling as he shifts to face Namjoon. “What’s going on?
Please, you need to tell me…”
“The other day–,” Namjoon starts after a moment of
hesitation, knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. “Y/N came over. I
was trying to make things right after
everything that had been happening. It went well, really well…,” he says with
fondness, his defenses momentarily dropping, but as he continues recounting
what had occurred Jungkook sees his body curl in on itself, anger staining his
“I got a call that morning from a client. Left Y/N to sleep
because I figured I’d be right back…I asked Yoongi to check on her. He…,”
Namjoon takes a moment to calm himself, throat tight, adam’s apple bobbing. “He
got there and saw Y/N in Jimin’s car. Jimin somehow got into my apartment and
took her. Yoongi gave chase, but…”
Stopped at another red light, Namjoon slams his fist on the
dashboard, and Jungkook winces, heart sinking into his stomach.
“She’s gone?” the younger whispers, hands laying stiffly in
his lap. Namjoon bites his lip, trying his best not to give into all the dark
thoughts lurking in his mind.
“She is—but I’ve got people looking for her. We’re going to
get her back, Kookie–,” reaching over, Namjoon places his hand on Jungkook’s
knee and the younger startles, immediately batting Namjoon’s hand away, his
eyes filled with rage. However, when Jungkook sees the hurt and pain on
Namjoon’s face, that spark of anger dies, and he hunches over, pressing his
palms to his face.
“I know this isn’t your fault, hyung…I’m sorry. I just—”
“You can blame me if it makes it easier,” Namjoon responds, dead
eyes tracking the road. Jungkook shakes his head, taking a deep breath as he
pushes any potential tears back into their sockets.
“I won’t blame you. I can tell that you’ve changed, Namjoon
hyung. You care for Y/N, and I can tell this isn’t easy for you, so I’m sorry I
reacted like that, I just…she’s my friend, you know?” Jungkook says quietly,
loosely hugging his arms to his chest. “I don’t have many, and none else like
her, considering father’s—”
“Right, your father,” Namjoon interrupts, suddenly remembering
the reason he’d had to call Jungkook out in public to meet like this.
Jungkook’s eyes widen as well, and the two males stare at each other,
“Right, right—my dad!” Jungkook recalls, eyes searching his
lap as he tries to remember everything he had overheard the night before. “I—last
night a guy named V showed up at our door. He told me to call him—”
“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls, swerving into a small parking
lot and shifting the car into P. He can’t trust himself to continue driving
calmly when he’s got all this shit on his mind—and Taehyung is not helping. Especially after he’d
touched you…and now he’s apparently making ties with Jungkook’s father, which
“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip with his teeth,
his eyebrows furrowing. Last night he hadn’t been able to recall where he’d
heard the name before, but pairing it with Namjoon’s reaction…
“Is that they guy who hurt Y/N? At the club?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon sighs, fingers coasting through his messy
hair. Jungkook scowls.
“Right…now that I think about it, it makes sense. The guy
was such a goddamn flirt—even with me—”
“Taehyung is very…open,” Namjoon says cautiously, and then
shakes his head, getting back to the situation at hand. “What did he say to
“I went looking around last night because one of our maids
broke a glass, and on my way back to my room I overheard my father and Taehyung
talking. They…said something about…,” he furrows his eyebrows, trying to recall
the faint words he’d managed to pick up on. “They mentioned a girl, your name,
bait, and a ball next week. They–! They said something about another man, and
how my father was glad he had trusted Taehyung’s friend, Jimin…”
Namjoon groans, palms dragging down his face. “Fuck–! I forgot that Taehyung and Jimin are friends, those little
“…the person who took Y/N from your apartment—you…said his
name was Jimin, right?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon grits, palms pressing into his straining
eyes. “Yeah, it was Jimin. And if Taehyung got Jimin to do his dirty work and
kidnap Y/N, and Taehyung is suddenly your dad’s best friend, then…”
The car falls silent, and Jungkook and Namjoon’s eyes meet.
If Taehyung and Jungkook’s father are working together
against Namjoon, then—
Jungkook sees the flash of distrust that momentarily passes
through Namjoon’s eyes, and while Namjoon and Jungkook have never truly been
friends, the younger’s heart aches.
“Hyung—Namjoon hyung I promise I’m not against you, please,”
Jungkook says, leaning over to rest his hand on Namjoon’s thigh. He can feel
Namjoon’s muscles stiffen beneath him, but his face gives away nothing.
- prince junhui… is a bit of a troublemaker - he’s always going around pranking guards, dancing wildly in the ballroom and hiding in trees to avoid meetings - he’s had hundreds of marriage proposals, but he rejected them all because he’s not ready for commitment and he wants to find love himself, not have it handed to him - these proposals came in like a flood when news spread that he broke off an arranged marriage which was planned since his birth - he broke it off WITHOUT telling the king and queen and they’re just so done with him because he drives them crazy - “junhui do you realize what you’ve done?? now our kingdoms will never unite!!” - “ok but….. they were so not my type” - the villagers all know about this troublesome prince because junhui likes to go around the village when avoiding his responsibilities - he helps the people with every day chores, whether it’s simple things like helping them carry groceries or even big things like helping them fix a broken wagon - they believe a good ruler is someone who knows their people, so they do believe that junhui will be a good king someday - junhui’s also really smart, like he knows himself that he can memorize the laws of the kingdom in like a week and he’d probably be able to negotiate trades and new laws with the neighboring kingdoms if he wanted to - the problem is just that it doesn’t really interest him so he’s like nope - you can find him taking a nap in the trees to avoid these responsibilities - he’s also really gifted in archery and playing the piano which are pretty much the only two things that he would willingly do - basically, prince junhui just wants a simple life, but that’s not possible when you’re expected to inherit the throne soon - the king and queen are afraid that junhui won’t be able to learn the responsibilities and duties of a king in time, so in a panic, they hire you from another kingdom, who’s a teacher for royalty - you are to teach junhui how to behave like an actual prince - you’ve heard all about him so you’re like no way will he listen to me, a stranger, if he won’t even listen to you, the king and queen - but they tell you that junhui’s past teachers have all left without being able to teach him and they really need your help - you’re known for being one of the greatest teachers in the land so they believe in you and they even decided to increase your pay so you were like…… ok sign me up LOL - day one, the first thing on your list is to actually get him to study the laws of the kingdom - you’re supposed to meet junhui in the library, but when you get there, you see him laughing as he’s going from one bookshelf to the other on one of those rolling ladders - you’re like THAT LOOKS SO FUN but the king and queen are right behind you so you can’t even laugh about it - the queen clears her throat and at that, junhui slides down the ladder and says “oh whoops, i forgot i can’t do that when you’re around lol” - you turn your head to look at the king and queen and they just give you a look that says “do you see what we mean?” - junhui walks over to you and asks “and you are??” - you bow and say “i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you, prince junhui.” - the king says “(name) will be your teacher starting today. they’ll be teaching you the responsibilities of a prince. it’s about time you learn how to behave.” - after a quick goodbye, the king and queen leave you and junhui alone, who looks so ready to climb the ladder again and roll from one book shelf to the other - but you step in front of him and say “if you haven’t figured it out, lessons start today. take a seat.” - he says “can’t we take a break just for today??” and you say “um we can’t take a break if we didn’t even start?? sit down.” - junhui takes a seat on one of the desks in the library, and you take a seat next to him, slapping the huge law book on the table - you sit next to him and say “alright, we’re going to go through the first chapter today. we’ll take things slow until—are you listening?” - it’s been like two minutes and junhui’s already dozing off you’re like are you kidding me?? - junhui says “can we study somewhere else?? i mean…. i know the library’s the ideal study place, but it’s so gloomy in here….. it doesn’t motivate me to study” - you cross your arms and ask “oh really? where would you rather study then?” - junhui jumps out of his seat and holds out a hand for you to take and says “let’s head down to the ballroom!” - you raise an eyebrow and ask “…ballroom?” and junhui says “yeah!! it’s a wide, open space that’s always so bright because of the sun!! let’s study there!!” and he nudges his hand for you to take - you look down at his hand and push it away, saying “i’m pretty sure i can get there without having to hold your hand, junhui” and junhui is shocked because wow ANYONE would die just for a chance to hold his hand - while walking towards the ballroom, he notices “hey wait!! you dropped the “prince”!!” - you sassily say “you’re my student, so if i want to drop the “prince”, i’ll drop it” - he has on a smirk on his face after hearing your words because you know what?? you’re pretty interesting….. - you get to the ballroom, and your mouth falls open in awe because he wasn’t kidding when he said it was a wide, open space with the sun shining through the windows - you turn to him and say “so is this better for you??” and he says “muuuch better” - junhui gets some servants to set up a desk in the ballroom (they were like um what. but you know, whatever prince junhui says) - while waiting for them, you take this chance to walk over to the grand piano sitting near the corner of the room - junhui notices this and sits on the bench, saying “i know how to play a bit, do you want to hear??” and with a straight face, you say “we have some studying to do” - but he says “i know, but while we’re waiting for the desk and chairs, let me play a little something for my wonderful teacher” and you roll your eyes at this - his fingers run across the keyboard, hitting the black and white keys, and you’re actually so…. amazed by his talent….. and he’s playing a song that sounds so familiar - before you know it, you’re singing along and junhui almost messes up because your voice is so beautiful - the servants all enter the room to find you both by the piano and they just kind of look at each other like ohhhh this is going to be the start of something new isn’t it? - when the song ends, junhui softly asks “would you…. sing again?” - your face turns red upon realizing what just happened and you say “uhhh sorry nope, we have some work to do” - the prince just looks up at you with a soft expression and asks “one more time?” and this gives you an idea - you tell him “you know what? how about a deal? memorize two chapters in the law book and i’ll sing for you as you play the piano again” - and junhui LOVES the idea, you’re nothing like his past teachers who were too serious to even have a decent conversation with….. - he says “two chapters? psh that’s nothing, i’ll get those done in two seconds” - the servants cough behind you, and when you turn around, they have the desks and chairs all set up - junhui thanks the servants and takes a seat, saying “well hurry up then!! let’s get to work” and you’re like hmm well that was easier than i thought - since then, you’ve been making deals with junhui to get him to study or learn anything required of a prince - “i’ll teach you sword-fighting if you attend that meeting” - “i’ll teach you horse-back riding if you study these chapters” - “i’ll teach you martial arts if you attend that royal event” - junhui always does what you tell him to because he at least has something to look forward to by the end of it - by that, you think he means that you’re going to be teaching him something he actually wants to do, but no….. - they’re just excuses to see your smile every time he gets a question right, to hear that you’re proud of him and believe that he’s going to be a good king one day….. those are what he looks forward to the most - and eventually….. junhui starts doing things without having to make deals with you - after another day of teaching, the king and queen ask for you and they thank you nonstop because junhui has been behaving like an actual prince and he’s thoroughly informed of all that’s going on in the country thanks to your help - the queen says that he really is fit for the role of king now, but you say “your majesty, he always was” - the next day, you tell junhui that you guys are taking a day off of studying as reward for his hard work - junhui says “a day off?? so do i get to pick what we do??” and you say “oh yeah sure, what do you have in mind??” - he says “we’re going to the village” but you say “THE VILLAGE?? BUT YOU CAN’T—” and junhui says “SH!!! i’ve been there a couple of times before, don’t worry” and you’re like omg so this isn’t the first time?? - you both sneak past guards and junhui senses your nervousness, so he tells you “don’t worry, a few of them know about me sneaking out, they’ll cover for us” - when you get to the village, you’re so amazed to find out that EVERYONE knows him - he’s greeting the bakers and the merchants, helping others with simple things like setting up their stands and other kind gestures - he buys you humble pies and bread from bakeries, and shows you around, telling you stories about the people and himself - you’ve never seen a prince or royalty for that matter caring for their people as much as junhui - but what warms your heart the most is seeing him interact with the little children - the kids are all climbing up his shoulders or asking to be carried by him or asking him to play ball with them, and you laugh at the sight because it’s so cute how happy he looks around the children - and in that moment….. you know you’ve fallen for junhui - one of the little girls sees you smiling at him and she points at you and asks “prince junhui!! who are they?? are they your s/o??” - all the kids then turn in your direction and you can feel your face BURNING at her question - junhui just smirks at you and says “if they’d accept me” and you’re like “JUNHUI I SWEAR” - but he just laughs and tells the kids that it’s time to go home because it’s sunset and it’ll be dark soon - while walking back to the palace, you say “junhui…. how often do you go to the village?” - junhui shrugs and says “i go whenever i can, i usually sneak off when my parents are out of town or in a meeting” - you ask “why do you go there?” and junhui hesitates before continuing “the villagers, they….. make me feel like i’m part of a family” - you ask “what do you mean?” and he answers “i mean…. i know my parents are busy ruling the kingdom and all, but…. they left me all alone” - you stay quiet and he says “do you know why i’m such a troublemaker?? it’s so that they’d notice me. before that, i was all alone. they actually started talking to me when i did crazy things. it took all this to get their attention.” - junhui continues “if i did what i was told from the start aka act like an actual prince, i’d be ignored because i’d be doing exactly what they wanted. for once…. i wanted them to think of me.” - after hearing his story, you hold out a hand for him to take, just like how he held out his on the first day of meeting you - you smile up at him, and with a smile as well, he takes your hand and you both walk back to the palace holding hands - neither of you say word….. your hand in his is enough to tell him that everything’s all right - the next morning, you and junhui meet up in the ballroom, but the desk you both usually study on is nowhere in sight - junhui asks “uhhh are we going to be sitting on the floor or what??” and you say “no, today’s lesson is ballroom dancing” - he repeats “ballroom dancing??” and you say “that’s right. is there a problem?? trust me, if you can do that painful martial arts-looking dancing, you can do this” - you get into position, placing junhui’s hand on your waist while the other is holding your hand - you place a hand on his shoulder and say “okay, you lead. look down at my feet for a second, these are the steps….” - junhui steps on your feet a couple of times, but he’s a fast learner so he perfects it quickly and you guys are gliding across the ballroom before you know it - he says “hmm it’s a bit boring without any music…..” and you say “i agree, should we call the musicians??” - junhui shakes his head and says “no….. instead…. i’d rather listen to you sing” - and you do, you sing softly as you and junhui dance across the room and near the end of the song, junhui slows his pace and looks into your eyes as he moves closer and closer - you manage to sing the last few words of the song before closing your eyes - and in that ballroom, right then and there….. you and junhui kiss - but you can’t believe how bad the timing is because….. tomorrow’s your last day…. you have to leave - when you pull away, you’re about to say it, but somehow, junhui knows - he says “don’t go. stay here…. with me.” - you know that he’s a prince and that a love story between you two could never be, but….. you want to take this chance - you ask “but junhui… aren’t you supposed to date royalty?” - he just pulls you closer and smirks “when have i ever followed the rules?” - and you just laugh as he kisses you again - the servants who have been shipping you from the start smile at the scene because finally….. it’s been so long since they’ve seen prince junhui truly happy
Okay, so I try to get all these things together. I write them down to remember them later, because I am seriously totally out of order right now… 🙈
I just need to say first: This evening would have been NOTHING without my friends who helped me so very much. Words can’t describe how grateful I am…
Raúl and Melissa walking right past us to do press photos. He already went past us earlier, but he was in such a hurry that non of us even noticed!! 😄
So we waited at the stairs to be left in the hall and they came out of their dressing rooms to do the press photos.
This is when Photo 2 and 3 happened.
The AMAZING Jen just went to him and told him I come from Germany and then they had to kinda push me towards him, because I was SO DAMN NERVOUS!!! And I gave him the book with all my drawings and the original Winter Chilton. He told me stuff abt some characters and told me his fave SVU photo. And he hugged me so tight! My knees got week and he caught me, holding me even closer. I swear, I almost died… After that Melissa Errico saw us. She was like “OMG that’s the girl I talked to on twitter, come here babe!” And she posed with me and Raúl. And ALL the people and press guys standing there took photos! I felt so weird 🙈😄 So, it was right before the show so ofc they were in a hurry. Raúl was just like “can I keep all these??” and “See you afterwards!”
Show started. I cried. It was just SO MANY EMOTIONS. Raúl and Melissa did their AMAZING number from Sunday In The Park With George (posting video later).
Show went on, Raúl comes out a second time. Flirting with the audience, being funny and started to sing Marry Me A Little. And you won’t believe it, but he FORGOT HIS LINES!! 😄 And it was just so cute and amazing and (I’m gonna send a video of that too) just talked it away with all his charm and sweetness. This man is a GIFT to the world! And he looked at me during the song like whole 20 seconds or so, till I had tears in my eyes.
So, after the show I had an emotional breakdown. And you won’t believe it, but Melissa Errico saw me sitting on the stairs. She sat down and talked to me. Held my hands, calmed me down. She is like the most AMAZING and heartwarming person I’ve ever met. She said she’s a mom, she understands. She told me I’m her friend now 😄 and she would do everything to help me. She talked to Raúl about me (he saw me sitting on the stairs too, but everyone wanted sth from him, so he was too busy) and he said he’ll come to us again. Till then, Melissa and I took photos 4, 5 and 6. And my amazing friends got stuff signed and talked to her as well.
Then Raúl came back. He was so nice to me. Just stressed, coz everyone wanted sth. But I got to tell him again how much it ment to me to be here. Coming all the way from Germany, and how awesome the people in this fandom are for supporting me SO MUCH!! He also signed two things for me (show you later). And then we took the selfies (photos 7 and 8) and he just kept coming at me, cheek to cheek. I was like OMG 🙈
And then I said: “You have to pose for me, for a drawing!” And he said “Oh yes!!” And then he did (Photos 9 and 10).
I swear, this was the NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!
Someone (Idk who) told me Melissa talked to a NY Times guy abt me? Idk if I remember that correctly and Raúl answered all of our questions and he introduced me to the producer of Tick Tick Boom! He said “Oh you have to meet … (forgot his name lol)” And I just said “I listen to TTB every day” and he said “ME TOO! 😂” We laughed so hard. We went to leave then. Melissa gave me huge hug and a kiss and I got another hug from Raúl too. When I turned to leave, he touched my arm saying “Thank you for everything”
Well, I am sure the others tell you their stories too, but this is mine. And I will keep it in my heart as long as I live. And I thank @clowchan@justraulesparza Jennifer and Melissa so very much for making this the NIGHT OF MY LIFE. ❤❤❤❤
And I thank EVERYONE who sent me lovely messages and comments. I hope you understand when it takes time to answer.
And ofc all my love to Raúl Esparza and Melissa Errico who are the most AMAZING people ever!!
THINGS THAT HAD ME SCREAMING INTERNALLY DURING THE BOOK OF MORMON PERFORMANCE I SAW ON MY BIRTHDAY
-It was my birthday July 9th, and I flew into New York from Minnesota and watched the performance July 8th. My seat WAS THREE ROWS FROM THE STAGE. -sobbing-
-Elder Price: Nic Rouleau, Cunningham: Brian Sears, Mckinely: Stephen Ashfield, Naba: Kim
Um I’m gunna put it under a read more cuz it’s THE FRICKEN LONGEST POST IVE EVER MADE IM SO SORRY BUT I JUST-BRACE YOURSELVES OKAY I ONLY MADE IT TO ‘TURN IT OFF’ BEFORE I HAD TO STOP. THERE WILL BE A PART TWO OF THIS IF YOU WANT
What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you people?
You people You Antis, NST, Truthers, Haters, wtfer name you want to be called or are called. You people. You know I’m talking to you @noshippingallowed @contemplatingoutlander @goldenoutlander @adhara112 @aliceinoutlanerland (oops you forgot the d in outlander. get a d.) @whylimewhyanything (put the lime in the coconut) @whoreallyknowswho (it’s whom! whom! unless you just forgot to finish your sentence) @prodigiousreblogger @bestof60 (are you 60?) @vividdreamer318 (your imagination is certainly leading you astray) @breezylouisey (is that you weezy?) @momofmusa (i thought you were mom of USA lol) @alittlebitmasss (oops your s key got stuck) Anyway, there are more of you and I’m sorry I didn’t give you a moment of thrill by acknowledging you by name but I mentioned the Tumblr accounts that I’ve seen making horrendously wild, hateful, fictional, hurtful accusations against other Outlander fans with no speck of proof - accusations meant to inspire others to emulate you and spread hate to those people as well. Let me get this straight. From what I can tell, you are super hopping mad about the content of certain Twitter and Instagram accounts. Fine. Totally fine. You are entitled to your opinions. I can see why those accounts might make some people mad. I mean, irrelevant to my life but maybe not yours. You are mad that certain Twitter and Instagram accounts have been created for the sole purpose of throwing shade and mocking a certain celebrity you hold in high esteem. I get that. Fine. Be outraged! Express yourselves!! Speaking of fine I know you will go through this post with a fine toothed comb for anything you can argue with and attack me over because god forbid you actually read the message, digest the information, thoughtfully consider the content and then share your thoughts and opinions and maybe answer some of my questions. Nope that’s not your style. Attack attack attack half-cocked and don’t put any thought or concern for reality into it. Yes you are the borg of Antis as the foil to the Shippers. I didn’t create that world, you did. You wanted to be the anti-shippers. You are gathered on Tumblr together to be this Anti-Shipper fighting army. Go forth and fight uhh I guess? WHY???? See, shippers are motivated by love. That’s really obvious. There are all types of shippers just as there are all types of people (and even all types of antis), but what brings them together is not just their love of Outlander (and you guys love Outlander too! Whee we have something in common) but their love of the LOVE parts of Outlander and all the LOVE associated with Outlander in promos, BTS, interviews, Q&As, social media banter between the cast and crew, etc. LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE. So you generally don’t see shippers on social media attacking people with hatred and lies and accusations of criminal activity. Wait wait wait. Correction! YOU see shippers doing those things but no one else does. You mostly see shippers doing those things with accounts that aren’t even recognized shipper names. They are basically troll accounts that you have deduced are shipper accounts. You do have these long convoluted narratives of what certain shippers are alleged to have done and you bandy them about so frequently that your telephone game grows legs and walks it’s own marathon and becomes some weird beast-mode attack shipper who does horrible things. You say you SAW these things but you haven’t. Show me a tweet, a facebook post, an instagram post from an Outlander fan who identifies herself as a shipper and has a known persona in the fandom and is attacking, hating, committing these horrendous crimes you claim. What I mean is, SHOW ME THE MONEY! SHOW ME PROOF to back up your narrative. You have specifically named a number of Outlander fans and made outrageous claims as to their character, behavior, beliefs, actions, off-line actions and more. YOU HAVE NO PROOF BECAUSE THESE STORIES ARE FICTION. I’ll give you an example of how your lies have grown wings, run a marathon and turned into beast-mode: So a certain blue check account posts that a certain object of your hatred and hate-mongering did something so illegal that she would have been arrested and would still be in jail. You all headnod, mouth breath, feel righteous for having attacked her because you were soooo right, bang away at your keyboards and continue the lies and hatred and stoke the fires for uhhh fun? Yet you all know that she isn’t in jail and couldn’t have done this highly illegal thing because you watch her every move and you saw her posting pics of herself just last weekend participating in a fitness event. Hmmmm. Are you collectively dumbing each other down with your groupthink or all you all that stupid? YOU KNOW IT’S A LIE. But you’ve all convinced each other it’s ok to lie about it, malign, spread hatred and misinformation about certain fans and tarnish their reputation in the fandom because… because? because why??? Help me out here. So it’s because someone has said rude bad things to an actress you believe is Sam Heughan’s girlfriend even though he has never once said so. You BELIEVE it so it’s your reality. And the fans that you malign? You do that because they believe something else. But the weirdest thing is that you do malign them by tossing out totally unfounded and false accusations about their behavior and ascribe all kinds of unsavory activities, motives, and behaviors to these fans you have chosen to malign. You do the thing to them that you so claim to hate they are doing to the objects of your admiration. I’m still working on this and I still need your help. So because you BELIEVE that two actors are dating and BELIEVE that it’s wrong that internet trolls make claims that they are not and some internet trolls say really rude things and tag them, you feel fully justified in making claims that the trolls are not just trolls but actual recognizable Outlander fans. Are you like shippers of trollworld or something? I’ll just come right out and say it. Kim Hickey is not behind any of those trolls accounts you claim she is. I know this and you know this. You know which accounts are legitimately hers because she identifies herself. You are even attacking her My Peak Challenge account that she posts inspirational memes and encourages people to donate to Bloodwise. Are you for fucking real? You’re attacking a charity endeavor in your blind hatred of…. hatred of who fucking knows. Even if you didn’t know she wasn’t behind the troll accounts, you absolutely have no basis for claiming she is. You are making shit up and publicly proclaiming it as truth just like that thing that Shippers do that you claim to hate. Also, let’s talk about me: I am a public person online. I don’t hide behind cutesy names. You can look me up and it won’t even be doxing me because it’s all right there, isn’t it? I have no sock accounts. I put my name on all my accounts because I own what I say and share. This tumblr account was created in the middle of last summer as a parody of Starz Obsessable campaign therefore it did not need my name on it. I never had a Tumblr account before that and I have never even sent anons on Tumblr. I never pretended I was anyone else or made any attempt to be anyone else. I posted freely about myself and my life when it was topical, including photos of myself. If you were like BINGO I’m such a supersleuth I figured out who is behind that blog!! you’re not smart or observant. It was obvious. The thing is, though, shippers didn’t know who I was. Not because they didn’t know who was behind “Obsessive Sassenach” but because they didn’t know who Nipuna was. Isn’t that funny? One of the Outlander fans on the top of your BAD SHIPPER LIST WHO MUST BE EXTERMINATED list isn’t even known by other shippers. What makes me a shipper? Just that I have heart eyes for Sam and Cait and think they have chemistry and oh wait, whoah, ZOMG, Arthur Kade thinks that too. Josh Horowitz does too! and ummmm ummmm that one lady at TCA that one year and that one book author who was on the NYT best seller list and you know I could go on. It’s not a crime to be fully happy to enjoy Sam and Caitriona’s chemistry. And if that makes me a shipper, yay. But the only reason I’m actually a known component of the shipper community now is because you guys have dragged my name around and created ridiculous lies about me. It’s like I’m some sort of Shipper Legend (to you, not shippers) who does these super crazy Shipper things in AntiLand. Remember the grave story that was created by one of you weirdos because a family friend of mine who is a caretaker for a military graveyard in the USA was friends with Sam’s father? You guys turned it into: That Crazy Shipper Nipuna stalks Sam’s father’s grave in hopes of running into him and Caitriona making a baby on his dad’s grave in Scotland. Or something like that. Anyway, tour bus guides in Scotland think there are crazy Outlander fans who stalk Sam at his father’s grave but if they stop to think they realize they don’t even know if he has a grave or if it’s even in Scotland. You’re maligning the whole fucking fandom you freaks! You’re creating these outrageous, convoluted piece of fiction because you are all worked up about uhh something and then you tag other nasty people and get them to repeat the stories and then the stories get embellished and repeated and you sit back and watch the telephone game continue. But don’t you realize that you’re fucking the whole thing up for yourselves too? I mean, I guess not if you like chaos and mayhem. But most of you profess to care about people being nice and kind and cry out that bullying is bad and wrong. But then you do just that when you pick an Outlander fan and create detailed and convoluted lies about her behavior. The people you lie about know they are lies, sure. And lots of other people know they are lies and ignore you, but you repeat the lies over and over and you know that saying about how if you repeat a lie often enough people will start to believe you. So you repeat and repeat and then sit back and with self satisfied smiles. Or maybe it’s just that your mouth is open because you’re breathing through it. Whatever. I don’t know your motives. I don’t know what attracts you to fan the way you do. I don’t know what fulfills you. I know it’s not LOVE. But do you even know? Are you just running around half-cocked and brainless and letting yourselves be lied to? What gives? Can you help me understand why you are constantly naming and targeting certain people and pointing others to attack them and if that doesn’t work creating stories that will hopefully motivate them to attack? WHY???
He was abnormal. Even among monsters, he was an oddball—an
outcast. And the small skeleton never truly knew why he received so much scorn.
He’d done nothing wrong, and yet no one wanted him.
No one talked to him.
No one even looked his way.
They all just pass by as he sat inside a cardboard box, and
the little skeleton didn’t bother trying to get any attention anymore. It was
Because no one wanted him.
Dark clouds loomed over the city and thunder boomed time and
time again. It wasn’t long until it began to rain heavily, and everyone began
rushing indoors to escape the horrid weather.
But the skeleton didn’t move. There was no reason to. And he
was easily soaked to the bone. Water began to pool inside the box, and the
cardboard would eventually fall apart.
But what was the point? It was useless to continue living.
The little skeleton stared blankly at the rising water. He
doesn’t remember the last time he got any food, and he certainly didn’t have
the energy to even move.
Despite being young, he could tell that he wouldn’t live
much longer at the rate he was going at.
And he was fine with it.
There was no point in striving to live.
Not when nobody needed you.
Not when nobody wanted you.
His ears were drooped and his tails were completely soaked
So cold. The
little one was slowly losing consciousness. So
The little fox was lifted into warm arms, but unfortunately
it wasn’t enough to keep him awake, and the skeleton drifted to sleep.
… It’s warm. The
little fox slowly woke and he found himself staring at an orange wall.
No doubt confused, the skeleton sat up. A bed, a warm
blanket, and dry clothes, and his tails … He looked at all nine of them,
feeling them in his hands. They were dried and back to their soft and fluffy
nature. He was cleaned.
The fox looked up as he heard the door open. “Oh, looks like
you’re awake. How are you feeling, buddy?”
Red eye lights stared at blank ones and didn’t speak.
“Huh. You don’t look scared.”
The monster neared, and the fox still didn’t move. Though he
flinched and shut his eye sockets on impulse when the latter raised his hand.
He waited for the impact … only to feel gentle caresses on his
head. He was … being petted?
The little one slowly opened his eyes and looked up to the
“It’s okay. You’re safe now.”
“My bro was lucky to find you in time.” The hand continued
to pet his head, and the fox found himself leaning into the touch. The affection
he greatly yearned for.
“You’ve been through a lot, huh.”
The small skeleton looked back up.
“Well, I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to stay with
I can … stay? All
nine tails swished from side to side at the thought of having a home. Of being
Of being wanted.
And the small skeleton lunged at the other monster, his
small arms wrapping around the neck, and nuzzling the side of the head.
His owner chuckled at the response. “I’ll take that as a yes
A stronger set of arms began to lift him off the bed.
“And I’m thinking of calling you … Red.”
Red? My name? Is that
my name? The small skeleton was over the moon. I have a name. Red. Red is my
“Guess you like it, huh. Well, Red. Welcome to our humble
aboad. I’m Sans, and the other person you’ll meet is my brother, Papyr—Paps.
His names is Paps. And he’s the one that found you.”
Sans. Paps. I have two
owners! Red couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream.
And then his stomach let out a mighty roar that had Sans
guffawing. “Oh right. Let’s get you something to eat.”
Food? His tails
were no doubt wagging in excitement.
“My bro makes the best spaghetti. Hold on.”
There was a moment of confusion, before everything around
them distorted, and Red felt disoriented.
“Sorry ‘bout that. You okay?”
“Sans! You shouldn’t be teleporting with the little one in
tow!” Red looked up at the tall skeleton, and the latter looked toward him with
a bright smile. “However, I am glad to see that you’ve woken up—”
“His name is Red by the way.”
“… Sans! That name isn't—”
“Don’t worry, Paps. He loves it. Go ahead, call him.”
The aforementioned skeleton perked his ears up at his name,
and looked at the tall skeleton questioningly.
“… You’re horrible, Sans.”
“Enough about me, bro. Red is hungry.”
“Oh, of course! Let me go fetch a bowl of my famous
spaghetti—Oh, goodness. I almost forgot.”
His other owner walked to him and a gloved hand patted his
head. “Welcome home, Red!”
Home … Red began
to cry. Which made his owners panic and worried, but he couldn’t stop himself.
He was home.
Just wanted to write a scene … and it escalated to this. Lol. XD
They know the names are theirs, even though they’ve lived this life by another for over three decades. The other memories bubble from the bases of their brain stems, pop against the surface of their consciousness like the champagne they share. They clink their glasses at New Year’s–another year, another one together. They kiss when the ball drops. Erwin says into Levi’s lips, “Eight years together, darling.” And Levi doesn’t correct him when they sit back into their seats, because it really doesn’t feel like a lifetime away since they had parted.
Love was easy. Instantaneous. Erwin said it after they first met. Took his face between his hands, hands so big and familiar they made Levi’s heart ache with a pain he thought he had forgotten in death. Their lips fell together like they always did, like they had been chiseled from the same stone. And as they lived on together again, they masoned the pieces of this life with the last. It was interesting to see how parallels were formed–how certain phobias transcended through spirit and left them bodily weak. They haven’t remembered everything, they wouldn’t even know when they would have reached the pinnacle of remembering anyway, but they remember enough.
Levi remembers the ocean the following year.
He sits paralyzed in the passenger seat. His hands gripping his pants as if he’s trying to rip them off. He knows now why he has always hated the ocean. He was able to compose himself around imagery and video of it, choking down the anxiety like a pill too big through his throat. But now it was here, undulating like a maggot’s backside, and vast like the sky that sits atop of it. Inside the car, he’s drowning. Inside the car, he’s safe. He swallows, but he can’t move anything else. He’s drowning, he’s…
“Levi?” Erwin takes off his sunglasses and folds them, placing one arm of them into the collar of his polo shirt.
Levi can’t come up with the words. They’re parked right along the beach. He can see the waves rolling in. He can see the brats wadding in the shallow waves. He can see Hange shin deep in water so blue he never knew the specific word for it (he learned in this life it was “turquoise”). He brings his hand to his forehead and shakes out a breath.
“Levi, darling. Talk to me. Did you remember something?”
Levi bites his lip and nods shallowly. He rests the side of his head against the window. It’s cold from the air conditioning blowing on it for the past hour. He feels fevered, sick, disgusted.
“About what?” Erwin leans over and places his hand on top of Levi’s, and Levi’s fingers relax slightly, the denim of his jeans releasing from under nails. “Maybe I can help you through this, like when you remembered…”
“We made it…” Levi starts, because he’d rather talk about this than about the serum. “We made it to the ocean.”
so apparently lars was confirmed filipino in the bomb? on one hand im like good an Asian character cuz the show needed another one but on the other hand im being selfish cuz im like damn…still no latino character >:/
So apparently what happened is that Eric asked Sabrina (lol I forgot her last name) to the prom in front of the whole class and she rejected him. I’ve seen horrible comments about her and I just wanted to voice my opinion about what happened.
There could be a possibility that Eric was doing a trick in a way. Most people ask people questions in front of other people so they can’t say no. If they say no then the person looks bad. If they say yes then the person looks good. Maybe there was a possibility that Eric thought Sabrina would say yes because they were in front of the whole class. It, of course, backfired on him because Sabrina said no and the class laughed. I’m just saying there is a possibility that Eric was trying to trap her in that way.
I just saw an ask about your ocs and THAT SOUNDS REALLY CUTE AND I kind of want a little synopsis of the story, I love those kinds of stories! Also you're a cool dude 👍🏻
Claire is a clumsy cute girl with lots of interests who has a crush on a guy she also thinks is very annoying. She lives together with her single mom and her cat. They have a pretty small apartment which is full of selfmade furniture because mom is very artistic. Ash is the rebillious girl from a rich family. Her parents are probably friends with claires crush’s parents (he’s also from a rich family) Ash tries to rebell every way she can. Chloe is from the perfect middle class family. Her big sister is also perfect and she tries to be just like her. Always quiet, doing what she needs to do to make her family happy but still wanting to have some time for her friends.
The rich crush of claire (I forgot his name, okay :D) has two best buddies who were intented to be love interests for ash and chloe (everything changed tho lol). One of them is that mysterious cool dude, who probably writes poems, every girl either falls in love with or finds just eww. The other is pretty normal dude, who is always chill. I forgot his personality. I think he played soccer.
It was all about the gang rivalry, figuring out future, getting along with your family and finding out what you want and what you deserve. Still having fun, while worrying about school and doing the right thing and still do some risque stuff. Basically it’s about finding balance in life.
I hope this all makes sense :D I like stories like that a lot :)
Business in the Front, Party in the Back: An announced un-hiatus
Since I know a couple people with degrees in this kind of thing… Here is me announcing that my hiatus officially ends today, with my first A Little Mouse post. I’ve been down for about a month now, so I’m going to reblog some stuff, just so that my page is in chronological order, and then I’ll add the new one sometime this evening. BUT BEFORE I GET TO THAT I AM GOING TO REPEAT MY WARNING!
ALM Disclaimer: This story is super dark! And kind of messed up! If you’d like for me to remain a pastel simmer on your dashboard, here are the tags I will be using with this story: #a little mouse, #alm, #wicked after dark, #mature content, #trigger warning, #nsfw. I will not be tagging individual triggers because 1.) there’s too many and 2.) trigger warnings trigger me.
In other news… are one-click replies still borked? I’m so sad. Well, thank you everyone who replied to my school release post and merging post! Sorry I can’t respond to you individually :’( Also, I’m going to be going on a monster catch-up mission over the next few days to read all the story updates I conveniently missed over the last month, so if you see me spamming your inbox… sorry lol.
EDIT: I forgot to mention! After a month of being locked out of my Pinterest, I finally have access again. So, drop your url/name so I can follow some new boards!! Or follow me at pinterest.com/lazysunjade