…”The music was a blade, knifing through the dark. The melody sang and the Corsai arced back as one, as if repelled by the single, massive beam. They hissed like steam and broke apart, and fell away beneath the music…”
Summary: You and Jungkook plan another date after exchanging numbers. Since you’re under house arrest, Jungkook decides to spend the evening at your place. And things seem to go perfectly–until they don’t.
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After you hobbled home from the music building, your body was exhausted. But you were still thrumming with excitement, clutching your cell phone tightly in your hand. You had finally gotten Jungkook’s phone number, and he finally had yours.
With great difficulty, you managed to pry off your shoe and make it to your bedroom. After carefully setting your crutches aside, you fell back onto your bed. Holding your phone above your face, you couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across your lips.
You opened your contacts, pulling up Jungkook’s profile. He had snapped a silly selfie when he put his number into your phone, and you stared dazedly at your soulmate’s photograph, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate.
Hesitantly, you composed a new text message. You began to type a quick greeting, but it seemed too formal, so you erased it. “Hey soulmate,” you tried, then immediately cringed. Backspacing quickly, you stared at the blank text. Maybe it would be best to wait for Jungkook to text first.
Letting your arm–and your phone–fall to the bed, you stared up at the plain ceiling and tried to remember Jungkook before the car accident. After racking your brain relentlessly, you were left with a headache and no answers.
That only made you more curious–what was your first encounter with Jungkook really like? He seemed to like you enough now, so surely it must’ve gone well.
With thoughts of Jungkook on your mind, you slowly drifted to sleep, the world around you fading to black.
You woke with a start, your eyes shooting open. Beside your ear, your phone was vibrating loudly. Exhaling shakily, you placed your hand over your racing heart. Eventually, you picked up your phone from beside you, checking the lock screen for notifications.
When you saw what had set off the alert, you nearly dropped your phone.
Jungkook had texted you. Excitedly, you unlocked your phone and opened your messaging app.
RECEIVED 1:43 PM Hey Y/N 💩
You laughed at Jungkook’s poop emoji and quickly composed a response.
SENT 1:44 PM Hey 🍪
RECEIVED 1:45 PM What’s with the cookie?
SENT 1:45 PM It’s u
SENT 1:45 PM Kookie
You blushed, wondering if the nickname was a bit too much. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, but this time, it was a text from Jieun. Confused, you opened the new chat.
RECEIVED 1:47 PM Are u talking to Jungkook? He’s sitting a row in front of me. He’s staring @ his phone and MAD blushing
Laughing, you felt your embarrassment fade away. You quickly replied to Jieun with an affirmative and closed the chat. Returning to your conversation with Jungkook, you saw that he had already responded.
RECEIVED 1:47 PM …cute
RECEIVED 1:48 PM So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Haven’t seen you in while
SENT 1:49 PM Like a date? Or are we aiming for platonic soulmates?
Another alert from Jieun appeared on your screen, and you cackled as you went to check her update on Jungkook.
RECEIVED 1:50 PM WHAT DID U DO?!?! HE’S COMPLETELY RED
RECEIVED 1:50 PM ARE U SEXTING
SENT 1:50 PM Jieun wtf
You squirmed around on your bed, feeling happier than you had since you left the hospital. The smile on your face seemed permanent, and you grabbed your pillow and squealed into it. Still, it was kind of depressing that texting your two friends could make you so excited.
Grabbing your phone again, you checked to see if Jungkook had summoned enough courage to respond. He had.
RECEIVED 1:52 PM Yes, like a date.
SENT 2:01 PM JIEUN!!!! JUNGKOOK IS COMING OVER FOR A DATE TONIGHT!! PLS HELP ME CLEAN THE APARTMENT AND MYSELF
When Jieun had come home, she frantically shoved the mess in the living room into her own bedroom while you limped around the house, dusting things. It was the most you had ever cleaned since you had moved in together, which was saying a lot.
Then, she had helped you into the shower, making sure you stayed upright as you bathed yourself. Your friendship with Jieun was a true one–both of you had long graduated any feelings of embarrassment around each other.
By the time everything was said and done, it was almost time for Jungkook to arrive. Jieun helped you onto the couch, setting your crutches against the wall beside you.
“I’m going to go to Lisa’s place for awhile,” Jieun said as she flopped onto the couch beside you. “Just call me when you’re ready for me to come home.”
“You don’t have to leave, you know,” you frowned, turning to look at your friend. Jieun just rolled her eyes at you. “I’m serious! I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure Jungkook would,” Jieun snorted. “I’ll let you soulmates do your thing. Just…be careful, okay? Don’t jump headfirst into something you’re not ready for.”
“I’m not going to sleep with him,” you replied, a little incredulously. Jieun winced at that. “We’re just going to watch a movie and talk, I guess.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Jieun said, standing up. She walked over to the foyer and grabbed a jacket from the closet. “Don’t let yourself get swept away by the emotions of the moment.”
“Wow, you’re pretty insightful today,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood. “You should write this shit down.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Jieun laughed. She slipped into her coat. “I’m going to head out now. Call me later, okay?”
On cue, there was a knock at the door. Jieun shot you a serious look before she turned to open the door, but you couldn’t read it. Then, she swung the door open, revealing a slightly nervous Jungkook, still dressed in all black.
Jungkook glanced down at Jieun, who said something quietly to him. From where you were sitting, you couldn’t hear, but you just hoped Jieun wasn’t threatening him. Jungkook frowned and said something back, and then the two brushed passed each other.
Jieun left, shutting the door behind her quietly. When you turned your gaze back to Jungkook, he was smiling lopsidedly at you.
“Hey Y/N,” he said, holding up a plastic bag in his hand. “I brought some Chinese. Hope that’s okay.”
“If I had any doubts that we were soulmates before, I’m completely certain now,” you replied, eyeing the bag hungrily as the scent of Chinese food wafted around the apartment. “You know the way to a girl’s heart.”
“Didn’t think it would be that easy,” Jungkook laughed, stepping out of his shoes and making his way towards you. He set the food onto the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down beside you. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Eating,” you replied immediately, still staring at the takeout. Jungkook laughed again, and when you glanced at him, his eyes were crinkled into crescents. If your heart clenched at that, no one needed to know.
“There was a really good movie I watched recently,” Jungkook said, unpacking the food that he had brought. He popped open the lids, revealing black bean noodles, sweet and sour chicken, and broccoli and beef. You could feel your mouth watering.
“I’m down for anything,” you replied, picking up your laptop from the coffee table. You turned on the screen and opened up your browser. “What’s it called?”
“The Girl Who Leapt Through Time,” Jungkook replied, breaking apart a pair of chopsticks. “Classic.”
“Seriously?” you asked, turning to gawk at him. “Are you a closet weab? How come you never told me before?”
“It’s embarrassing,” Jungkook said, blushing slightly. “I mean…do I look like I watch anime?”
“That’s true,” you agreed, reaching to grab your own set of chopsticks. You split them easily, resisting the urge to rub them together because you had heard it was a rude gesture. “Still, who am I to judge?”
“So you’ve seen the movie already,” Jungkook surmised, popping a piece of beef into his mouth. “I have a billion other suggestions.”
“I haven’t watched Your Name yet,” you commented, fishing out a piece of broccoli. “I heard it was really good.”
“Yeah, I loved it!” Jungkook exclaimed through a mouthful of noodles. “I’ll watch it again, I don’t care.”
And so you pulled up the movie on your laptop, streaming it to the TV in front of you. You and Jungkook ate quickly as the movie played before you. Paying more attention to the food, you startled when Jungkook began quietly singing the opening song along with the movie.
Discreetly, you glanced at Jungkook as he sang. His voice was beautiful, to say the least. He sang effortlessly and melodiously, his clear voice floating around the room. Eventually, the opening ended, and he nonchalantly returned to eating.
“Your voice is beautiful,” you remarked softly, still awed by Jungkook’s performance. He turned to you, his cheeks full of food, and blushed slightly.
“Oh, thank you,” he managed, voice muffled by his full mouth. He chewed with some difficulty, and once he swallowed, he spoke again. “Well, I am a music major.”
“Still,” you sighed reverently. “Some people are just born with nice voices. Damn, I could listen to you sing all day.”
Jungkook’s cheeks darkened, and he coughed awkwardly and turned back to face the movie. “I wouldn’t mind singing for you again,” he said quietly after a few moments. “You know, if you want.”
“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied honestly. You and Jungkook turned your attention back to the movie with small smiles.
After the movie ended, you and Jungkook just talked for a few hours. You reminisced about the old memories you shared together, and you learned a few new things about each other, too. Like Jungkook was a good artist, and you could play more instruments than he could.
Eventually, you and Jungkook both realized it was time for you to part. It was getting late, but neither of you wanted to say goodbye.
“I should really go now,” Jungkook said again, although he made no attempt to move. “Like, I really should.”
“No one’s stopping you,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow. Jungkook pouted at you–a habit of his you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to, since it seemed so out of character.
“Rude,” Jungkook said, actually standing up this time. He extended his arms and helped you to your feet, reaching around you to pass you your crutches. “But I guess I do need to leave. Jieun’s waiting to come back, isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’ll walk you to the door, since that’s as far as I’m allowed to go.”
You and Jungkook made your way to the foyer, and he began to put on his shoes. The sight evoked a strange sense of deja vu, but you shrugged it away.
“Tonight was really fun,” you said, and Jungkook smiled up at you from where he was kneeling. Once ha had finished tying his Timberlands, he stood back up.
“I thought so, too,” Jungkook agreed. “I wouldn’t mind doing something like this again.”
“Maybe we could actually go out somewhere if my house arrest is lifted,” you laughed.
“I’m fine anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” Jungkook said shyly. And it was so cheesy, but you couldn’t help but blush. When your eyes met Jungkook’s, his were serious. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
“Y-yeah,” you stammered, shocked at Jungkook’s request.
His hands came up to gently cup your face, and he stared intently down at you. Slowly, he moved forward, and your eyes fluttered shut. His soft lips pressed gently against yours, where he lingered for a moment. Then, Jungkook pulled away. When you opened your eyes, Jungkook was grinning at you.
“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook said softly, turning towards the door.
“Bye,” you said, your voice nearing a whisper. But Jungkook heard, and turned back to smile at you one last time. Then, he turned the doorknob and slipped out of the apartment, closing the door shut firmly behind him. Again, you were struck by a strong feeling of deja vu.
Then you realized–it was because you had seen this all before.
Jungkook in your apartment, standing in the foyer, putting his shoes on. Jungkook looking at you, a very different expression on his face. Jungkook, your soulmate, turning away from you and slamming the door as he left, his cruel parting words echoing loudly in your mind.
And suddenly, for the first time in weeks, you heard the whispers of Jungkook’s thoughts in the back of your mind. Quieter than before, but present nonetheless. Focusing, you were able to make out your soulmate’s voice.
“Fuck. I really, really, really like her.”
Tears began to pool in your eyes. You weren’t sure what to believe.
- Girl in Luv
Writing about Chinese food made me so hungry. But I can’t even eat anything good because I’m on a damn diet. ANyway, hope you enjoyed this instalment of the series! Sorry it took so long to write. Also this is unedited, so I’ll go back and make any corrections later. I’m going to try to wrap this story up in the next few parts. Let me know if you liked it! Thanks always for the support, and happy reading 💛
I JUST REALLY LOVE THAT THESE WERE THE SONGS PERFORMED LIKE SIGN OF THE TIMES WAS INCREDIBLE AND IT REALLY SHOWED OFF HIS VOCAL RANGE AND I LOVE HOW IT WAS REALLY JUST HIS VOICE AT THE START AND THEN THE REST OF THE INSTRUMENTS CAME IN AND IT WAS JUST LIKE A PROPER ROCK SHOW AND THEN THE SECOND SONG WITH HIM PLAYING THE GUITAR AND IT WAS ACOUSTIC AND UPBEAT AND BOTH PERFORMANCES AND SONGS ARE JUST GORGEOUS
Harry changing up these songs every single time is such a credit to his vocals and musicality. Carolina has had three separate moods if you compare the The Today Show, the Garage (closest to the album) and now The LateLate Show.
Sometimes I forget what a work horse he is. On stage, he is SO eager to please, to show off and to go off. And even though I see ppl missing ho!Harry and dancer!Harry, I really love that these smaller stages force him to just stay put and connect with the music. Now he is picking his freestyle moments to emphasize certain lyrics, now he is using inflection, now he is changing up keys and tempo, now he is playing an instrument!
No doubt he will strut, grind and drop it low on tour. That shit is important too. I just like hearing the songs and seeing all the subtle choices he’s making just as much.
i dont mean like hes ok at it either. no. this boy can SING
he mostly just sings in the shower and shit
hes always loved gettin down to pop music but hes never been into music so to speak
like hes never rlly played an instrument or any of that
he definitely doesnt know how to read sheet music no sirree
he cant harmonize easily or sight sing or anything technical mainly just cause hes never really tried
but hell he has PIPES and his voice is smooth as butter
but no one knows this except for kit purrson and jack ‘soft singing comforted teenage me when my anxiety flared up’ zimmermann
one day the aces PR are making videos and they decide to stage a sing-off
they get 3 of the aces including kent ofc bc whats aces promotional material without certified heartthrob and team captain kent v parson
each of them is told to pick 3 songs and theyll do one at a time for 3 rounds and their teammates will judge
the aces being in vegas they have a shit ton of money so they really deck it out, they bring in tech people to set up fancy lights and screens and shit and make the t-mobile arena’s center ice look like a hockey-themed the voice
each of them is given time to plan out their numbers with the tech guys so it looks snazzy af even though for all the PR people know they probably all three sound like dying horses
up first is chickens fish guy
homeboy comes in with this cutesy folk song from russia
he can’t sing that great but it’s p cute and the bright bubbly lights and visuals help
now taking center ice is jeff “swoops” troy
swoops being a fool for basketball goes with some high school musical “we’re all in this together” and hey he actually has a nice voice. all in all it’s a good performance
and finally kent ‘most extra motherfucker this side of I-15″ parson is set to perform
this bitch comes out guns blazing with “i will always love you” by whitney houston
he fucking KILLS it and the visuals and everything…
his stage presence is naturally on point
HOLY SHIT HOW DOES HE SOUND SO FLAWLESS
every single person in t-mobile arena at that moment stopped in their tracks to take in this fucking amazing performance
finally when kent makes it to the end of the song everyones jaws are on the floor and hes like “how was that did i do ok”
chickens fish guy straight up walks out with his hands up. swoops concedes defeat and PR asks kent to do his other 2 songs
hes like oh um ok i didnt realize i was that good but sure if u rlly want
next he does a really fiery “i would like” by zara larsson and hes getting rlly into it with his dancing and everyone is mesmerized
(that song is definitely on his sex playlist but the aces and staff dont need to know that)
finally he comes in with the beyoncé everyone knew was coming but instead of one of her really well-known singles he does “start over” from 4 and it’s actually really big and powerful on the vocals and it has a lot of wild runs and kent hits ALL OF THEM and the jaws are on the floor again
the PR people put the video out and the public goes w i l d because seriously it’s just unfair?? that he can be so damn good at hockey AND singing
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woo thank you for reading my writing!!!!! it means the entire world to me~~ find the younger line (here)
everything is tidy, everything costs more than your entire life savings, everything is color coordinated to go with this soft lilac aesthetic and his storage space in the basement of the apartment building is full of artisan scented candles that’s why his apartment always smells like literally. heaven
im serious,,,,,,,he is a candles person like look at him,,,,,
and most of the kids in your building are convinced small woodland creatures help him get dressed in the morning or something because he looks like a prince that came alive straight out of a movie??? plus he just gives off this really regal, dignified air
it’s hard to imagine that he’s just living life like all of us ordinary people like,,,,,,,,,,,
has a parakeet for a pet that he named chamomile,,,,,like after the flower,,,,,,,like how cute
likes to play ambient instrumental music when he’s cooking or cleaning and he’ll sway to the music and hum ,,,,,,, has a personalized apron that was a gift from his mom like,,,,,,please
nags at all his other friends who are living alone because,,,,,,,do they not own feather dusters???? they don’t use coasters??????
“um i know your shoes are off but where are your slippers hyuk ive bought you like 5 pairs already-”
you know hakyeon because you live next door to each other, but also you’ve run into him at the same home economics store like a hundred times and he’s always in the candles section which you think is really adorable
like here is this tall, beautiful looking man getting overly excited about candles,,,,,,like it just always makes you smile when you see him
and you actually have a date tonight with someone you’ve liked since,,,,,forever and you finally had the courage to ask them out and they’re coming for dinner
and as you’re preparing you’re like OOO i should get a candle for the table,,,,,,,but sadly you have none - BUT there is someone who can totally help you out
and when you knock on hakyeon’s door he more than gladly lends you a candle and he’s like “are you finally getting into them like me??” and you’re like “hmmm,,,,,,you could say that,,,,,,”
and you put it on the table, planning to light it when your date shows up,,,,,,,,but,,,,,,an hour passes
and you realize as the clock hits 10 pm and your hungry stomach is growling that the person isn’t coming,,,,and you check your phone for absolutely no messages
and you sit at the table and put your head down on it and sigh because this always happens, you get your hopes up and they come crashing down around you
and you look up and see the candle and you’re like “might as well return this.” so you drag yourself up and knock on hakyeon’s door again
and he answers with a smile that turns to a frown when he sees you standing there, dejected and you’re like “i,,,,,,ended up not needing it.”
and hakyeon is like looking at you and just from the saddness written over your face he can tell,,,,,,,,,,that this candle was meant to be shared with someone,,,,,,but that didn’t happen
and quietly he asks if you might want to talk about it, but you just shrug your shoulders and you’re like “there’s nothing to say, they just,,,,,,didn’t show up.” and hakyeon is like “maybe something came up-” and you laugh sadly and you’re like “i think,,,,,,they just stood me up.”
and hakyeon makes a face and is like “well then, they must be out of their minds. but that makes sense.” and you look up at him and he’s like “well,,,,,,,,let’s just say if you asked me to dinner i wouldn’t make you wait number one and i wouldn’t make you cook for me, i’d be thankful to invite you over and cook for you! i’d have to be the one doing the impressing, i’d feel so lucky to have gotten someone like you to say yes to me.”
and you’re staring at him,,,,,,,in shock because no one has ever said something so flattering to you and you’re like in your head like he’s just trying to cheer you up it doesn’t mean anything
and you try to smile and you’re like “,,,,thank you,,,,,,,if only everyone was like you,,,,,,,,” and hakyeon steps to the side and is like
“no one is like me, but im serious. come in and let me impress you, if you’re ok with having that date with me instead?”
and for a moment you’re like,,,,,,is this,,,,,,,seriously happening?
and hakyeon is smiling, showing you the candle and with a wink he’s like “we can even light this too!”
and you suddenly blush,,,,, looking away and hakyeon is like “it’s ok if you feel uncomfortable, i won’t push you to sta-”
but your stomach is like please,,,,,,feed me,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,like hakyeon???? inviting you???? to a dinner date?????? did fate arrange this or something,,,,,did getting stood up just turn into the best thing ever????
and that’s exactly what happens you find yourself seated at hakyeon’s dinner table and he’s like “pardon my humble choice of cooking instant meals,,,,,,,im not that good,,,,,,at cooking”
and you’re like “it’s fine, im impressed either way.” and hakyeon laughs at your little joke and he’s like “is it the candle that got you?”
and you’re like “maybe, but also,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard not to be impressed when i just,,,,,well ,,,,,,,look at you”
and hakyeon sits back and touches his face and he’s like “really? well,,,,i knew i wasn’t bad looking but im glad it worked on you~”
and you’re like “hakyeon, not to be blunt but it works on EVERYONE”
and hakyeon laughs again, but this time you can see him clear his throat in slight embarrassment and oh my god YOU just made the GREAT hakyeon blush
and you get giddy eating your instant dinner and hakyeon is just like “when i see the person who stood you up, i might just throw this candle in th-”
and you’re like no no don’t do that,,,,,but oh my god who knew such savagery lay beneath such a handsome face
simple, no games, grey and white patterned everything
pictures of his family and of his nephew in frames on his desk and hanging up on his wall
doesn’t,,,,,,,,,,,,,have a tv??????? how does he entertain himself?????
really big bookshelf though,,,,,he really likes to read. has recently gotten into composing so he bought himself a keyboard and a program for his laptop but he isn’t really sure how to go about it just yet
has like (1) painting in his house that his friend ken made for him and taekwoon isn’t even sure,,,,,like,,,,,,what it is,,,,,,,,but ken specifically did it in black and white so it would fit what he calls “taekwoon’s aura” and so taekwoon hung it up,,,,,,like near his bathroom,,,,,,,not somewhere everyone could see it
the most updates appliance in his entire apartment: his fridge. just got a new one because the old one didn’t have an ice-maker
doesn’t like magnets but his nephew’s photo has to be in every room so he got a magnet just to put up a photo on his fridge,,,,,,,best uncle taekwoon tbh
sings in the shower
and of course: has a cat. named it leo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh the irony
and so you know him,,,,because you guys live on the last floor of the building and it’s a lot of stories up so when you take the elevator together it’s MEGA awkward because it takes a good 5 min to get up to the last floor and neither of you ever say anything
until one day you decide,,,,,hey maybe you’ll try making conversation but of all the things to talk about you like bring up something super random and you’re like “what’s your opinion on,,,,,,,,cats? i think dogs are a bit better as a pet,,,” and taekwoon just looks you dead in the eyes and is like “i have a cat.”
and the door opens and he walks out and you’re like OH MY GOD REALLY OUT OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID YOU DONT LIKE CATS AND HE HAS ONE LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE HE-
and from that moment on you cannot. get in the elevator with him
like you see him coming and you pretend to go back to your mailbox or you just look at your phone and hope he just leaves without you
and usually he does until one day he holds the elevator open and he’s like “it’s here, you should come in.”
and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,right. yep
and you’re like why the HELL do i live on the highest floor i could have taken the stairs but it would have killed me
and as you’re going up, thinking about how horrible the situation is you suddenly hear taekwoon go “did you ever get the dog?” and you look over to him and you’re like ,,,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what
but then you remember and you’re like “i,,,,,no i didn’t. i want to, but,,,,,,i don’t know.”
and taekwoon is silent again and you’re like i messed up. it’s over for good now
until you get to your floor and he’s like “you can come and see my cat. she’ll make you change your mind. cats are great.”
and you’re like ?????? is he inviting me over
and taekwoon opens his door and holds it and is like “if you’d like, you can come.” and you’re like um,,,,,well ok,,,,,,i suppose
and his cat is really pretty,,,,,,all white fur and blue eyes and she takes kindly to you, weaving between your legs curiously and you lean down to let her sniff you before petting her
and taekwoon comes over and he’s like “you can hold her.” and he picks her up effortlessly and you stretch out your arms to take her and she’s so,,,,,,,warm
and you’re smiling because she’s so cute and you look at taekwoon and you’re like “she’s so calm, i thought cats didn’t like being held”
and you go back to the cat and taekwoon watches and the corner of his mouth pulls up a bit
and you have to go after a while and taekwoon says goodbye, and for the first time he also adds on a “make sure to eat.”
and it gives you the confidence then over the weekend to knock on his door and you’re just sheepishly like hey,,,,,,im going to the animal shelter today to pick out a,,,,,,,,kitten,,,,,,,,,wanna come?
and you think he might turn you down but he nods so fast and returns in 1 min with his jacket and keys
and you two have fun with all the kittens together and,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s basically a first date because afterwards taekwoon pays for the cat food for you new pet and c’mon only potential boyfriends would do that hEY
how,,,,,,,has he survived this long? no one knows
his apartment doubles as his art studio,,,,,and let’s just say it’s more obvious to be an artists studio than it is to be humanly inhabited as an apartment
im talking canvases everywhere, paint evERYWHERE, pencils and pens scattered on the floor and stuck into mugs that are sTILL full of coffee
when ken sleeps, he sleeps on the floor right beside whatever he’s working on and yes a couple of times he’s rolled himself over a drying painting and ended up waking up covered in stains
had to walk around with a big blob of green on his cheek for a good three hours until hongbin came over and was like “what,,,,,,is on your face?”
likes to party and drink, at other peoples houses with other people or by himself with his art
hakyeon once told him to maybe get some decorations so ken picked a flower from the street and stuck it into an empty wine bottle and was like “wa-la,,,,,,,,,,,flower in a vase”
hakyeon smack his hand against his face so loud the Whole world can hear it
probably walks around his apartment fully naked like that’s the Most Normal thing
and one night,,,,,,,,,drunk painter ken ends up forgetting his keys (of course) and so to get into his home he needs to climb the fire escape
and he’s 100% sure he’s climbing it up to the open window of HIS living room
but instead he goes head first onto a carpet,,,,,,and he doesn’t have a carpet,,,,,,,,but you do
and you jump off the sofa, almost spilling your drink all over yourself when you see this long limbed dude climb through your window
and you’re like whaT THE HELL and you pick up a nearby magazine to use as a weapon
but then the person rolls over and you see the face and you’re like “ken?”
and he makes a noise and you’re like “ken,,,,,,what the hell are you doing?”
and you look out of the window to figure out how he got up here because yeah the fire escape,,,,,,,,but that thing is like 15 feet off the ground how did he climb the side of the wall,,,,,,,,,,,,while being drunk?????
and you wanna ask him but he’s fallen asleep, drooling onto your carpet
and you’d wake him up with a kick or something but,,,,,,,you feel bad for him also like maybe,,,,,,,,just a bit,,,,,,,,you’ve always found him really cute
so you cover him with a blanket and get back on your couch
and when you wake up it’s ken whose shaking your shoulder and you’re ??????? huh and he’s like “HEY thanks for letting me crash on your floor, im gonna go now”
and you’re like huh what ok
and you go back to sleep and when you wake up you’re like what,,,happened,,,,,,was it a dream???/
but when you leave your house to go shopping you see something taped to your door and it’s a little drawing of ken smiling and he’s like ‘thanks for not kicking me out! thanks for letting me climb through your window!’
and you laugh and keep the drawing and when you’re coming back home you see ken on his way inside too and you’re like “hows your hangover?” and he’s like “KILLER, but last night gave me some art inspiration!!” and you’re like omg that’s cool and he’s like “by the way - how do you feel about sitting for a portrait?” and you’re like “that sounds nic- WAIT WHAT” and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to paint you. if that’s ok,,,,,,,i was originally gonna paint you from memory but i kinda want to look at you more.”
and you’re like “so you can paint me better?”
ken: “oh no, i just like looking at you.”
you: “are you flirting with me after climbing through my window drunk last night?”
ken: “is it,,,,,,,,,,working?”
you: “a little”
ken: “then yes im flirting with you, how about this i paint you and you tell me about yourself,,,,,,like a first date kinda situation,,,”
and you sit there, well more like avoid sitting on any wet paint stains and ken is working on drawing you but he’s also asking you silly questions like what your alien name would be
and he’s really cute,,,,,,when half his body isn’t hanging out of your window
also he really can draw,,,,but you’re also like “ken where’s all your furniture”
and ken just makes a vague hand gesture and he’s like “somewhere”
What instruments do you think any Naruto character (you can pick) would play in modern AU?
Oh, you probably hate me, because this sucks. I tried.
Kazoo, because that’s all he’s got. Also is very skilled at the triangle, he’s a man of many talents.
Ya girl is damn good at playing an acoustic guitar, and she looks so good doing it too. You know those stereotypes of the guys with guitars always getting the girls? Ya that’s Sakura, but she gets everyone, because she’s that good.
I don’t know why, but for some odd reason, I see him being really good at the saxophone, but no one knows, and it’s the most lowkey thing ever.
He plays the piano exceptionally, just because he was such a prodigy and he needed to be that extra.
So, Sasuke can play bass guitar really well, but his parents always preferred Itachi and the piano more, so he really doesn’t play it anymore. So sad.
Violin, because like Itachi, he needed to be that extra.
Didgeridoo, because Suna has all these super cool/exotic instruments, and Gaara already had to carry a gourd on his back, this shouldn’t be too different?
She did clarinet for a year, but decided that was enough…
the way he talks about his album though like he said he wanted to make music that he wanted to listen to and that he wanted to be honest and he didn’t want to censor himself but like the more he talks about it, the more i feel like he literally just - like this album is unapologetically and genuinely /harry/, all the pieces of him he hasn’t shown or hasn’t wanted to show. like he says that it’s easier to talk to an instrument than to a person sometimes and it’s easier to write down in a song than it is to have a conversation and he really sat down and thought about things he hadn’t given himself time to think about or that he didn’t want to think about and gosh like i’m so overwhelmed it’s so personal to him and it clearly means so much and i just it’s really hard to be vulnerable like that especially in the circumstance he’s in where everyone is analyzing his every move and there’s a lot of pressure but he still just put it all out there on the line like “this is me, this is what i want to say, and this what i haven’t said before” and i just applaud his courage and once again just find it so inspiring how he’s so true to himself and i honestly can’t wait to hear the rest of it like seriously he should be so proud of this album after all the hard work he’s put in and i’m so happy he’s happy with it and i can’t wait to hear what he wants to say
A conversation that I had????? sans the murdering but still
Non-musician Classical music lover:
I love Bach's music! You're so lucky to play an instrument so that you can play his music!
You're so lucky!
Um I don't really like playing Ba-
Nonsense! Who could not like playing Bach?
ME! *recalls memory of trying to drill a Bach gigue and shudders* BECAUSE DO YOU KNOW HOW ANNOYING TO PRACTICE HIS PIECES ARE JUST NO YES I LIKE LISTENING TO SOME BACH BUT PLAYING IS NO I WILL RATHER HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH A NUCLEAR REACTOR THAN DRILL MY BACH
But you're so lucky to be able to play Bach!
i see your dva/lucio. cute couple. both fun people, into each others work. a genuine cinnamon roll singularity. however, lucio is 7 years older than hana. and while he is fundamentally bound by the laws of the universe from ever doing a bad thing its still kinda of weird. consider the following
lucio/zenyatta. romantic asexual relationship. 6 year age difference but zen is a robit i dont think that really applies. lucio introducing zenyatta to new things. zenyatta helping lucio with show nerves. lucio adapting/incorporating traditional nepalese instruments. zenyatta gaining his goofiness from being with lucio, or just being goofy with him. healing together. healing each other. wonderful innocent healer bois
specifically chose an apartment with enough space for a piano,,,,,,,which means his living room is just his piano and like a rug there isn’t any room for anything else,,,,,,
but that’s fine with him because he has his computer set up in the bedroom so he can play games and that’s all he really needs in his life youngjae is a simple man with simple hobbies
he also won’t admit it but he spent more money on coco’s bed than he did on his own (definitely waited for ikea’s end of year sale or something for that)
keeps everything pretty minimal in style, beige’s and whites. tries to keep his place tidy because he knows it would make his mother proud and he wants to leave as much open space for coco to play around
more dog toys in his apartment than there is furniture
the neighbors all know him as ‘debussy boy’ because in the spring/summer when youngjae has his windows open the neighbors can hear him practicing clair de lune and it’s such a relaxing melody that someone will shout “encore!” just to hear youngjae play it again
he’s also just a really sweet, mannered guy so most of the neighbors don’t mind his music and some of the moms keep asking him to offer piano lessons so they can bring their kids over to be taught by him
and that’s exactly what he does because hey, rent is getting higher and making some extra money on the side is never a bad thing
but most of the time he can’t even bring himself to take the neighbors money,,,,,,,,,he ends up teaching on donations that the parents have to literally push onto him
and you’ve never been really interested in learning to play the piano,,,,,but you’ve lived across from youngjae for half a year now and every time you hear him play it’s like ,,,,,, it’s like stepping into a fairytale
not to mention that when you see him, with that eye smile of his and that adorable innocent aura,,,,,,,like ok ok you might maybe have developed a little crush or whatever,,,,,,,,
so one day you as you’re taking the elevator up with him, talking about the weather, you suddenly go “i heard you teach piano lessons - can i possibly sign up for one?”
and youngjae seems a little surprised, mostly because his students are all children
but even with his cheeks getting more red he tells you that sure, he’s free this sunday
and before you ring his doorbell on sunday afternoon you check your hair and straighten your shirt like one hundred million times but when you finally do, youngjae opens the door and apologizes in a stutter for the mess (there isn’t any mess tho lmao)
and you follow him to the pretty piano in the middle of his living room and you’re like “where’s your tv? o:” and youngjae is like “no ,,,, room,,,,,,,,,,, i watch whatever i can on my laptop!” and you’re like “you must really love playing the piano, it’s like this apartment is dedicated just to this instrument”
and you don’t even mean to make him embarrassed, but youngjae has to hide his face for a bit because he’s blushing and once you both sit down on the bench you confess you don’t have the first clue about what you’re doing
and youngjae finally seems less shy, smiling and putting his fingers on the keys and teaching you slowly what sound each one makes
and the time passes so fast as you two sit side by side and youngjae’s voice is so gentle and his laugh makes your heart beat a little faster
and then you try to play something on your own, but you’re clumsy and suddenly youngjae puts his hand over yours, guiding your fingers along the keys
and only when you’re done does he realizes that you’re basically holding hands and he’s like “aH IM,,,,,,,,SORr,,,,,,y,,,,,,,,”
and he moves his hand away but you’re like looking down trying not to hide the fact that you’re really happy ,,,,,,,, plus his skin had been so warm
two shy cute people that obviously think “they’re so cute” about each other but can’t even look into each others eyes
and you thank youngjae for the lesson when coco starts weaving between your feet, nudging youngjae and asking him to take her on her walk
and youngjae is like “it’s no problem,,,,,if you want,,,,,,,,,you can come again,,,,,,,next week,,,,,,,,,”
and you’re like “i’d love to!” and then you look around in your pockets for the money you had brought but youngjae stops you and he’s like “i won’t,,,,,,,,,,,think of these as lessons more like,,,,,,,d,,,,,,,,da,,,,,,,”
and you’re like omg does he want to say dates?????
and youngjae can’t bring himself to do is he’s like “like d,,,,,,da,,,dat,,,,” and you giggle and say it for him and he’s like yES,,,,if that’s ok,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
and you’re like that’s more than ok and you’re like if you won’t take cash payment then can i kiss you on the cheek instead??
and youngjae would melt into a puddle if that was humanly possible but he nods and when you press your lips to his cheek you pull back fast and youngjae wants to say something
but coco’s barking cuts you two off,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
it’s cute though you both lie in the bed that night thinking about how you could go from being neighbors to being much more,,,,,,
gets in trouble with the landlord because he throws parties every weekend
but he always gets away with it because the neighbors are like “he’s a young boy, let him live!!!!” and also bambam has killer puppy dog eyes. they’d work on just about anyone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,minus like jinyoung
his apartment is a Mess. like im talking a real m e s s. his bedroom is just an assortment of clothing thrown into piles with shoes and accessories everywhere,,,,,,,half the time he ends up sleeping using an t-shirt as a pillow
the only thing he keeps clean is a Buddhist shrine he keeps in his room as per request of his mom and if anyone even tries to go near it he’s like “i WILL chop your hand off” ,,,,,it’s really important to him
but yeah his living room is just,,,,like no one is sure what’s going on,,,he’s got like weird art on the walls and a neon sign he bought on impulse and like ,,,,, empty bottles from drinks and take-out cartons and underwear hanging off a lamp ???? glitter on the floor who even knows
his kitchen is even worse like when does he even do the dishes. does he even own dishes? nope bring your own dishes if you plan to not eat off like a frisbee when you come over
you know bambam at first because you hear about his parties, literally like you hear the party through your wall
and ten minutes later there’s a ring at your doorbell and some dude named jackson is inviting you over since there’s free drinks and food
and you’re like you know what ill go and that night you get introduced to bambam, who is apparently trying to attempt some kind of high speed dab balancing a bottle of water on his head and you’re like “why he’s doing that”
that jackson kid is like “oh, he’s doing it for instagram”
and as you continue being neighbors with bambam you find out he does a L OT for instagram
which is fine like,,,,,,,,,,,kids and their social media these days but before you know it you end up being asked by bambam himself for some help
and so you’re standing in his living room, holding up his phone and you’re like “are you sure this is a good idea?”
and bambam, who is attempting to do a handstand is like “anything for the internet is a good idea”
and you’re sighing like ok but if you come tumbling down im not going to catch you
and you start recording as he tries to lift both arms up at the same time to dab “upside down” which of course is a total failure like you predicted
and he goes falling legs, something sounds like it cracks and you’re like
“…………..bambam don’t move i think you might have broken your arm” and bambam whose just laying there motionless is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t move,,,,,,,,,,,it hurts,,,,,,,,”
and you don’t want to be an asshole and just leave him all alone once the ambulance comes so you tag along and the EMT is like “so what exactly happened?” and you’re like “he ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, fell while working out.”
and you’re not sure if he believes the lie you’ve just told but the EMT shrugs and is like “it looks like nothing is broken, your boyfriend just has a fracture.”
and you want to be like boyfriend??????? since when excUSE me
but bambam makes a sound of pain and you’re like “ok ok don’t worry, you’re not dying”
and somehow you find yourself staying by his side in the emergency room and after the doctor has patched him all up you go out and get the two of you some coffees from the vending machine
and bambam is sitting up in the bed and you’re like “let me the first person to sign your bandage” and you scribble something like “don’t ever dab upside down again” and bambam laughs
but also,,,,,, he looks up at you and there’s something sincere in his eyes when he tells you that he’s really thankful for you staying with him and that you’re really a good neighbor
and you’re not sure what’s gotten into you, but bambam looks so handsome,,,,, maybe because you’ve never been so close to his face before but his features are so gorgeous
that you have to look away and conjure up a laugh to hide your embarrassment from locking eyes with him
but knowing bambam he’s sly and he’s caught on
and you feel his free hand wrap around your waist and pull you closer and you’re like “oh!??” and he’s like
“you took care of me, so how about i pay for our dinner tonight?” and you’re like “bambam can you even get your wallet out with one hand?” and he’s like “i can try, for you.”
and you have the urge to like pinch him for being greasy all of a sudden but also like maybe this goofy guy who actually loves your attention a lot,,,,,,,,,,,,,is really cute and worth it to go to dinner with,,,,,,,,,
if the neighbors cat gets stuck in the tree, everyone knows to call him: the living giant of the apartment building, Kim Yugyeom
the neighborhood kids adore him because they always beg him for piggy back rides or to sit on his shoulders
and he always stops whatever he’s doing to play with them and just be an overall cute angelic human being that we as people do not deserve
has that kind of personality that makes people give him stuff for free and when he thanks them they’re just like “oh wait there’s something else i need to give you wait here a second-”
anyone who meets him instantly wants to take care of him,,,,he’s soft
his apartment is really well organized which is surprising for his age,,,,, like his closet is color coded and he matches all the patterns with each other
and he cutely hangs his laundry out on the balcony like his mom taught him
and just like,,,,,,,he’s so sugary sweet and simple
buys fresh flowers for his living room whenever he can. that’s the kind of person he is
and you’ve been pretty good friends with him for a while. he even helped you paint your apartment where you had to get on a stool to reach the ceiling and he just,,,,,,,,well stood there
and you know yugyeom has a passion for dancing, he’s always telling you about what song he’s practicing and who he met up with from different dance crews
but one night as you’re going up to the roof to just sit and think,,,,something you do every now and then
you’re surprised to hear the faint sound of music beyond the door and when you open it
you can hear a song on full blast, and the sound of someones sneakers against the floor and you’re surprised to see the tall, lean, but familiar figure of yugyeom
and although you usually see him wearing some kind of long coat, turtlenecks and shirts from popular brands
you see that all he has on is a pair of old sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, sweat visible around the neck.
his movements though,,,,,,they’re far more smooth than you could have ever imagined. you can tell he practices a lot, he’s so good that you can barely see any mistakes
and yugyeom doesn’t notice you until the song ends and you (embarrassingly) unconsciously clap
and it startles him to the point that he lets out a small yelp, but with the faint light from the streets below he makes out your face and smiles
and he’s like “why are you up here?” and you’re like “no reason, i didn’t know you used the roof to practice?”
and you can see him get sheepish, scratching the back of his neck and he’s like “my room doesn’t have enough space, plus i don’t want to be loud with my music. it’s so nice and free up here.”
and you nod looking at him with a still mesmerized expression and yugyeom laughs a bit and he’s like “don’t gape like that, im nothing special” and you’re like no what?? you’re so amazing???/ i never knew you were THIS talented
and he laughs again, but he’s really happy to hear you say that and you go over and pass him a napkin from your pocket and you’re like “your sweat!!” and he gets blushy again but thankfully you can’t see it
but you’re also like “ill go, i don’t want to disturb you”
but yugyeom grabs your wrist before you turn and he’s like “if you want,,,,,,,,you can watch me some more,,,,,,,i don’t know if it’ll be entertaining though-”
but you’re already saying you’ll stay, sitting down comfortably by the portable speakers and yugyeom is like “pick a song!”
and you shuffle through his music, settling on a chris brown song that makes yugyeoms eyes light up
and it’s really adorable,,,,,,the way he’s so passionate while dancing and then so cute when he’s just talking to you,,,,,,
very how should i put this,,,,,,,BOYFRIEND material
Supergirl's Alex Danvers is the Original Character Andrew Kreisberg is Most Proud Of
It might be pretty difficult to out-charm John Diggle, but as far as Arrow and Supergirl executive producer Andrew Kreisberg is concerned, that’s exactly what Chyler Leigh’s Alex Danvers has done.
Saying that his previous favorite original character – one who didn’t appear in the comics, not one who was merely drastically changed like Felicity Smoak or Maggie Sawyer – was John Diggle, but that Alex has managed to unseat Oliver’s right-hand man.
“I had previously been most proud of Dig. Now, it’s definitely Alex,” Kreisberg told ComicBook.com. “I think that we’re just the lucky guys and girls who get to tell this leg of the characters’ journeys. You sort of just hope that you can add to it and add to the collective story that is told over so many decades. The idea, like with Green Arrow, that John Diggle has become part of his universe. Now Diggle is in the comic books not written by us. People have just embraced that character.”
And he expects that to happen with Alex, too, considering how much the audience has warmed to her.
“And that future generations of Green Arrow storytellers might have John Diggle as part of his world is just so cool to us,” Kreisberg added. “Similarly, with Alex, that Supergirl has never really had a sister before and yet hopefully now people feel like that relationship is almost indispensable to interpretations of her. And I think Alex is one of my favorite characters I’ve ever gotten to write. I think that what’s so interesting about her is that Alex would be the star of her own show, except for the fact that her sister is Supergirl. She’s a doctor and an alien fighting secret agent. If she played an instrument, she’d be Buckaroo Banzai. She’s this amazing character and she’s only overshadowed by the fact that her sister is the Girl of Steel. And I think that’s so interesting that she’s both her sister’s protector, and teacher, and confidant. But then can’t do half the things that Kara can do and yet is so resourceful on her own. I just think she’s just such an amazingly interesting, complex, and funny, and deep, and emotional. And just the journey that she went through regarding her own sexuality this year. She’s never not interesting. There’s no situation you can put her in where I don’t think she’s the most interesting person in the room.”
Any headcanons about Dizzee and Thor and the casual physical affection we were robbed of in the show lol. How they kiss or hold or touch each other and what they like for the other to do. The cute and the not so g-rated stuff. Anything I'll take whatever you got!!
i got two of these ask ^_^
• they’re one of those couples that’s always touching for no reason even when it’s kind of impractical
• they hold hands sometimes when they bomb (and subsequently when they’re running from cops)
• dizzee wraps his arms around thor’s waist in the morning while he’s still half sleep and thor is cooking breakfast or washing the dishes
• thor wraps his arms around dizzee whiles he’s painting and starts kissing his neck*
• they sit in each other laps when there’s enough space for them to not have to
• dizzee is always running his fingers through thor’s hair espscially when they’re going to sleep because he knows it relaxes him
• thor calls dizzee ‘babe’/‘baby’
• dizzee calls thor ‘baby’ too but more often he uses 'my love’
• shotgunning 🚬
• thor kisses dizzee’s hands a lot
• dizzee kisses thor’s forehead a lot
• they eat off of each other’s plate when they go out to eat
• *thor distracts dizzee from his art with sex because he thinks his boyfriend is fine as hell when he’s in his element (dizzee has had ENOUGH in theory but in practice he just keeps letting it happen)
• so in turn when thor is playing guitar dizzee moves the instrument to sit in his lap and bother him (thor doesn’t even mind it really but he would just like to get through one song)
• i have a list of nsfw headcannons where i said they have sex in random places and im still sticking to that
OMGGGG I wrote something! Yay! This idea has been rolling around in my head for FOREVER, so I’m happy I finally had the time and skill to write it :-) Happy Friday and weekend to all of you, here is some Everlark fluff for your enjoyment! xoxo, CC
“Excuse me, is someone sitting here?”
Katniss pulls the earbud out of her ear and looks at the
seat across from her, then up at the man standing in the aisle. “Uh, I guess
“Great, thanks,” he says with a smile. Katniss tries her
best to ignore him as he maneuvers into the seat, and simply returns her gaze
out the train window.
She really enjoys train rides. Ever since she was little,
she always lov-
“What are you listening to?”
Katniss scowls and looks at the blond man, who is gesturing
to her phone. She sighs as she pulls out the earbud once again to answer him. “It’s
the new District 12 album.”
“Ah,” he mumbles. “I’m not really a fan.”
She purses her lips and grips the phone in her hand
Brahms echoed furiously through the open
doors as the orchestra launched itself in a rendition of Hungarian Dance. It started like a riot, a crescendo of frenetic
instruments, that made his blood swirl faster inside his veins, eager to jump
and dance in the chambers of his heart.
adjusted his formal black tailcoats and checked his red hair – tamed by several
minutes of strenuous work with brilliantine pomade. He wasn’t that used to it,
usually allowing his hair to flow loose and tousled, hidden under his homburg
hat when he went out for his daily chores. But the occasion demanded his very
best evening attire, like a proper Edwardian gentleman, and Jamie was fairly
confident he was looking dapper.
It was a birthday celebration for the daughter
of the house, a wealthy heir of lands and titles in Oxfordshire – probably
spoilt and coquettish, fishing for a suitable match since her debutante ball at the mercy of the
Jamie had been travelling home to Scotland,
coming from a season of profitable connections in Paris, when one his best
friends, Lord John Grey – a nobleman himself from the finest breed – had asked
him to spend a short amount of time at his country house, in order to help him
with some complex business arrangement. He had later insisted that Jamie must
accompany him to the function, dangling in front of his eyes the chance of
introducing his whiskey to a couple of eager – and well-lined – pockets.
After the debauchery he had witnessed in the Parisian
cabarets, he wasn’t looking too
forward to spending another night drinking, swallowing cigars and pretending to
be interested in shallow conversations conducted by batting eyelashes or men
comparing cock lengths.
What he craved was the simplicity of the moors and lochs of the home of his heart, the painting of clouds and mist
from his bedroom window – even if for a short period of time. Soon enough, he
was meant to make the voyage across the great sea to New York, where he would
make the acquaintance of some of the wealthiest railway tycoons, caskets
rolling from Fraser’s distillery into prospering America.
Shrugging to ease off some tension, Jamie managed
to summon a pleasant smile and entered the house. It was a riveting crowd – men
gathered together in corners like wolfpacks, evaluating their prey; woman
sipped from champagne flutes, tasting beverage and gossip alike; the orchestra
played along dutifully, decided to give a concert even without listeners.
Jamie greeted a couple of acquaintances,
briefly commenting on the excellent turnout of the evening and enchantments of
the Beauchamp estate, and accepted a glass of rich Portuguese port offered by a
After a laboured hour of confraternization, with
a brief passage through the baccarat
table and multiple polite – or so he hoped – rejections of languid invitations
to dance, Jamie was wondering if it would be the supreme abruptness to leave
while the party was still at its prime.
Looking around to try to locate John – perched near
the piano player, hypnotized in conversation with his friend Hector – Jamie noticed her.
She was standing by the most secluded window,
almost hidden by the heavy drapes of the red curtains, only noticeable because
of the beckoning colour of her dress – a deep teal, that reminded him of
Scottish skies in the summertime, right before the hour of falling stars. She
had her back slightly turned, so he could only see her outline.
Her rich brown hair was styled in an elegant
and simple knot, with solitary pearls scattered amongst her trapped locks, like
drops of sea commanded by Poseidon to the most beautiful mermaid. Unlike other
women – wearing flowers or jewelled pins and combs - she had used a hair accessory that looked
like a wee dagger to keep her hair in place – it reminded him so much of a sgian dhu that Jamie almost gasped. She
had a pair of simple silver earrings and no other jewellery that he could see.
Jamie moved discreetly, trying to approach her
without being noticed. She was looking outside – her hands covered by satin
black opera gloves, bracing the marble of the windowsill -, her lips pursed in
seriousness, her eyes lost in contemplation of unseen things.
“Ye look bored out of yer mind.” He said in a
conversational tone, before he could stop himself. She startled and looked
around annoyed, noticing him – her eyes were the most astonishing shade of
amber. “Sorry to disturb ye, Madam.”
“That’s alright.” She surveyed him, head to
toe, taking him in. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
“Scotland.” Jamie confirmed, smiling. “My
estate – Lallybroch - is near a village much smaller than the backyard of this
“It is an insufferably big house.” She
shrugged. “You could easily get lost inside it.”
“Ah.” Jamie grinned, standing closer to her and
peeking through the window to the obscured garden. “Do ye think that’s what
happened to the fair lady being honoured tonight? People are commenting on her
The woman snorted, her lips quivering in
“I’m sure she’ll appear when she wants to.” She
admonished. “I hear she has a wicked temper and rude manners. Not suitable to
the title of Lady Beauchamp at all.”
“Hm.” Jamie offered her an appreciative gaze.
“At least I’d be most entertained. And maybe ye wouldna look so wistful.” He
“You do realize I am Lady Claire Beauchamp, don’t you?” She asked, her eyes
suddenly downcast, her lips contorting on a wry smile.
Jamie nodded, leaning against the wall next to the window. “I was guessing that
was the reason why ye were hidden here.” And then he whispered in a
conspiratorial tone. “I’d be too, if I were ye.”
Claire gave him a significant look, raising her
brows in a display of stupefaction.
“You look more like the type that should be
spending the night next to the gaming table, plotting with the other men about
the great determinations of Britain and choosing their next young lover.” She
“I was invited to leave the baccarat table, I’m afraid.” He smiled, tilting his head in fake mourning.
“That bad of a player?” She crossed her arms in
a very unladylike position, which made the corners of his mouth almost twitch
in supressed amusement.
“Actually,” He confided with a grimace. “I
think they were tired of me emptying their pockets. I’m verra good at cards –
“So you are a gambler.” Claire gave him a
lopsided smile, looking mildly interested. “And how did you find yourself here,
“Fraser. James Fraser” He slightly bowed down
his head and kissed the back of her hand, feeling her warmth even underneath
the satiny fabric. “Enchanté,
“French.” She commented, looking away to hide
her face as a couple passed near them, giggling in search of a vacant room
where to express their burning affections. “Do you have ties to France?”
“Very ancient connections.” Jamie admitted,
noticing how the candlelight enhanced the honey inside her eyes, the fair skin
of her neck turned almost golden. “I just arrived from Paris – made a small
detour on my way to Scotland. I have to be in Southampton soon enough, though.
I have a passage booked on the RMS
Titanic, bound to New York. I hear it’s a verra bonnie ship – a wee beast
of the seas.”
“Oh.” She said, sounding strangely
disappointed. “I see.”
They stood in silence for a while, their
previous conversation interrupted by the announcement of his impending
departure. The rooms were filled with the sounds of people gathering to dance a
classic gavotte, as the orchestra
played on without signs of wavering, flooding the senses as the bodies pulsed
with the spirits of alcohol and elation.
“I think I’ll get some air.” Claire finally
said, tilting her chin. Her eyes were serious and hardened like crystalized amber.
“It was lovely to meet you, Mister Fraser. Excuse me.”
Jamie nodded in retribution, bewildered, as
Claire quickly escaped through a nearby open door. He leaned over the window,
his eyesight adapting to the surrounding darkness, as he followed her
silhouette with his eyes.
She walked with the familiar security of
someone who knew the grounds well – a dog, honey coloured like her own eyes,
ran from somewhere outside the house and barked to greet her. Claire
immediately bent down to salute him, patting his flank with a gentle and caring
hand. Her body moved with an easy grace, the promise of her flesh immediate and
taunting like a whisper against the back of his neck, disarming him most
irrevocably. She was an unusual woman, very different from the image he had
created of the lady ruling the understairs servants with an iron fist. Nothing
about her was what it should have been - and he had been enthralled with that
realization the moment their eyes met.
There was a sadness about her – a peculiarity,
like a book misplaced in the wrong shelf, and for that reason condemned not to
be discovered. He knew nothing about what pleased her and made her laugh, but
was sure it wasn’t the sycophants surrounding them or their many pompous
He watched as she opened the metallic gate,
headed to what seemed like a private garden, and without dwelling on it any
longer, decided to follow her.
The air outside smelt of lilacs and roses, with
a hint of rain to come. He rapidly approached the gate and saw her, sitting in
a granite bench amongst a myriad of herbs and flowers.
In that moment, in her teal dress, she was all
the lights in Paris gathered together; all the things the old masters had tried
to paint, demonstrating beauty – she was the earth underneath his feet and the
sky above his head, expanding away from him, limitless.
“You’re trespassing private property.” She
announced in a soft voice, declaring her knowledge of his whereabouts.
“I’m a Scot.” Jamie smiled. “We are firm
believers in the right of way.”
“I thought you had to be going somewhere to
call that.” Claire gave him a slightly smug smile, noticing his surprise.
“Who says I’m not?” He said in a hoarse voice,
their eyes locking. Thankfully, the coming clouds still left the moon untouched
– he could see her, her outline like a dream half-remembered, and sense the
light shivers of her skin, exposed to the night’s breeze and to his unnerving
presence. “Do ye want to dance? It’s yer birthday after all – seems unfair ye
dinna even dance.”
“Dance?” She raised her brows, her eyes
glowing. “We don’t have music.”
“Aye.” Jamie brushed his clean shaven chin with
his fingers, in a pretence of deep thought. “We dinna have an orchestra here in
the garden or a gramophone – amazing wee things, those – but I’d dance with ye
She gave him an undecided look, stalling by
brushing her skirt for inexistent leaves.
“In Paris I saw this dance – different from
everything, really, brought on by Argentinians – it’s called tango.” Jamie licked his lips and
offered her his hand. “I’ll show ye.”
Claire slowly took off her black gloves and
reached out to touch his hand with hers – their fingers coming together with a
disconcerting ease. Always looking into her eyes, steadying and reassuring her,
Jamie brought their bodies to full contact and guided them in a few steps of
the exotic dance, which soon would become the art of lovers, the rhythm of
passion capable of shocking every matron and hostess.
“This is interesting.”
Claire almost panted, as Jamie lightly squeezed her thin waist with his
fingers. “You must have been in someextraordinaryplaces in Paris, Jamie. Must have
partnered with lots of girls there, leaving a trail of crushed hearts in your
“No.” He replied, his voice husky. “I didn’t
understand it, then. What it takes to be able to dance like this – but now,
perhaps, I finally do.”
“Jamie, I…” She gulped. “I have more money and
lands than I can count. I have servants, jewels and dresses. But I haven’t been
happy in a long time. You’ve talked to me like a person – not a godforsaken
title – and for that alone I am grateful. But…”
“What?” He whispered, his fingers brushing her
cheek, with heartbreaking tenderness and desire.
“Don’t dance with me unless you mean it.” Claire
whispered back. “I know it’s too much to ask, but – please, don’t go to
America. Stay here…” She ended softly, her unfinished sentence spiralling
between their pressed bodies. Stay here -
“I think I couldna leave even if I wanted to,
Claire.” Jamie breathed, hugging her against him. It was still dark - and yet
he was seeing explosions of light all around him, fast stars created by two
souls meeting in the night, strangers on the verge of becoming one. “Ye have
set my soul alight, mo nighean donn.
I seem to be blind – but now I can see.”
Heyo I just absolutely love your blog! Would you mind doing a classical musician au (orchestra or solo, doesn't matter) for Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung? Like they play classical music and instruments like violin or piano? Thank you so much! 💖💖
ummmm listen to me anon i love orchestras,,,,i love listening to harp concertos,,,,how did you know,,,,,,
he’s the conductor
and he takes it very seriously. like he does not play around
with him it’s all about perfection and it’s not because of some sort of complex he has,,,,,it’s because people like to look down on younger conductors like him,,,,people who might not have years and years of knowledge so he pushes himself and his musicians to play their best even if it means hours of tireless practice
fluent in italian + french because he needs to know how to read choral writing
plays piano,,,,but rarely shows it to people outside of his close musical friends and mentors.
known as ‘stone yoongi’ since he doesn’t change his expression ever,,,,,,not even when the tempo rises or something goes wrong. he’ll correct people with the same tone of voice as he praises people
some of the musicians don’t like his very practical, hard-work over everything approach but everyone in the orchestra puts their trust in his leadership because they know he’ll never let them down
and you’re one of those people, you play viola and you’re seated right in front of yoongi and no matter what piece of music you’re playing or how well or how bad the practice is going you can’t help but admire his complete grace and unwavering expression
,,,,,,,but also you’ve made it your own personal mission to make him smile. at least once
because you remember seeing him smile,,,,,,during the new years dinner where one of his mentors had complimented him on his improved skills and how,,,,,,,,you’d seen this beautiful gorgeous smile you knew you’d never be able to forget
and so from making faces, to making musical puns, to even using two bows to give yourself antennas,,,,,,,,,you’ve tried to get a laugh. a chuckle. a hint of that smile
but it hasn’t worked
not until you end up late to practice, running past everyone’s stares, hair a mess and yoongi goes “why are you late”
and you, out-of-breath, admit that your case had gotten stuck between the closing doors on the train and you had to literally put your foot against the door and tug it out, falling over onto your back in the process
but you grin and pull out your viola and you’re like “thankfully, she’s fine!” (referring to the instrument)
and this,,,,,,,,this pulls the corners of yoongi’s lips into a small smile
but enough of a smile that it shows his gums and his eyes scrunch up
and you’re like holy,,,,,,,,i did it,,,,,,,,,,he smiled,,,,,
and after the practice you go up to yoongi and you’re like “im sorry for interrupting the practice-” but yoongi just shakes his head and then suddenly he’s ????? smiling again
and you’re like someone pinch me he’s so freaking cute
and he’s like “it’s fine, but really the way you were most worried about your viola really-” and he looks into your eyes and he’s like “really shows that you love it,,,you love music right?”
and you nod, because of course you’ve always loved it from the bottom of your heart
and the next thing you hear you can’t believe but ???? yoongi is like “me too,,,,,,,not a lot of people truly care for their instruments and their talent,,,,,,,also - aren’t you happy, you finally got me to smile.”
and you’re like Omg,,,,,did you figure out what i was up to?
and this time it isn’t a smile but a smirk more so and yoongi goes “it was obvious, but since i smiled - how about you do something for me?”
and you’re like well,,,,what?
and he’s like “do you want to go get coffee with me?” and you get a bit flustered and taken aback and you’re like,,,,,,,are you asking me to hangout??
and yoongi is like “hmm, no im asking you on a date.”
instrument: the harp
“if you bother me during practice again i will strangle you with all 47 of these strings. do nOT test me”
deserves more solos ,,,,,,, like yes jimin’s tchaikovsky violin solo was great but,,,,,,jin has this really good boieldieu piece,,,,,
people are always like “he’s so perfect for the harp,,,,it’s the most beautiful instrument in the orchestra and he’s just as beautiful tbh”
and yes he looks magical playing it, long fingers gliding across the strings and a very handsome composed face it’s honestly like watching a prince
so many other members have messed up by looking over at him and just being mesmerized and basically missing their notes
and you’re new to the orchestra, replacing one of their flute players who’d gotten sick and on the day of your first rehearsal
you get there super early and you see this tall boy with this HUGE case and he’s looking at the door to the practice room and you’re like !!!! he needs help
and you go over and you’re like “let me hold the door open for you!!!”
and you don’t even look at his face, you just get the handle open and look at the case and try to guess ,,,, like it’s not a cello it’s not the right shape,,,,,an octobass??? no,,,,,,,
and then you hear him laugh and he’s like “thank you!” and it’s a very unique laugh it’s kind of squeaky??
and you look at him and holy moly is he????? an???? angel????
how can someone look like that
and jin is just like “my harp is such a pain to move,,,,,it’s the worst part about this instrument.” and he like slowly begins to move it through the door and thankfully the case is on wheels, but it’s still gigantic
and you get bumped a bit by jin’s shoulder as he’s moving past you but you’re like more concentrated on making sure the harp gets inside unharmed
and once jin gets it through the door, he gets it into his position and he’s like opening the case and you’re like “let me help!!”
and jin is like “oh, thank you! by the way are you new?” and you introduce yourself and tell him you’re the new flute player and he’s like oh im jin,,,,,,as you can tell i play harp LOL
and you’re like “i love the harp!! it’s such an underrated instrument,,,”
and jin claps his hands and is like EXACTLY,,,,,you get me i feel like we’ll get along
and you guys start talking and it’s kind of funny because you’re on one side of the harp and he’s on the other and like you can see him through the strings
when finally you peek from the corner and you see jin’s face once again you’re like what ,,,,,,,, art,,,,,,,am i looking at tbh
and he’s like “oh here let me show you how to play a note on the harp!”
and you’re like !!!! ok
and he takes your hand and gently guides it over onto one of the strings and tells you to put your foot on one of the pedals
and you notice how long and elegant his fingers are and you’re like he really is perfect for this instrument
and his warm breath is against your ear as he’s telling you to play an ascending note
and it’s like a scene out of a movie,,,,,,,
until you hear someones voice and you look over to see a younger boy going “hyung!!!!!! are you two having a MOMENT?”
and jin is like “jungkook come here - what did you just say?”
and you’re blushing because,,,,,a moment,,,,,,and jin’s ears are red too but he’s too busy running to chase jungkook who has dashed out of the room saying he’s going to tell the rest of bts that jin is being a big flirt LOL
instrument: the bassoon
his instrument is the largest one in the woodwind family and therefore can play the lowest notes and everyone says it’s fitting because his voice is p low too
someone: “taehyung has anyone ever told you,,,,,you speak in like a B flat?”
taehyung: “honestly i don’t speak that DEEP im not batman please,,,,,though that would be really cool should i try speaking like batman from now o-”
the whole orchestra: “PLEASe god n o”
he really likes it when kids ask what kind of instrument he’s playing because it looks like a really big flute??? with lots of keys??? and shiny parts??? and he’s just like very very excited to tell kids about how cool the bassoon is and how it is very very important to the orchestra family
and tbh most people look at him and their first impression is that he can’t be serious,,,,,,like he can’t actually play classical music well with his torn up jeans and vibrant personality,,,,,they’re just like “shouldn’t be in a punk band or something?” but taehyung,,,,
when he plays,,,he’s 100% serious and committed and you can see the shift in his face. like he goes from all soft smiles, big eyes, sparkling laughter to concentrated, sharp focus
and you don’t know taehyung at all, to be honest you’re just an usher that works at this concert hall and during the practice you’re doing the usual check up to see that the seats are all clean and there isn’t any safety hazards
when you look up you see this grinning boy, with pretty brown eyes and a really cheerful chuckle walking up onto the stage and he’s holding the bassoon and you’re like huh he looks kinda playful,,,,,is this orchestra not famous yet?
but literally ten minutes into practice you look up again and spot him,,,,,the same smiling youthful looking boy playing with such a stark expression of seriousness that you almost trip over yourself as you’re going down the aisle of chairs
and taehyung notices the way you keep throwing glances over your shoulder
and even after practice as everyone is going back out and the theater is being opened for the night,,,taehyung passes by you and gives you a smile and you’re like ?????
but shrug it off as you start helping people to their seats and passing out programs
but then you hear people talking with other members of the orchestra and when you help over an elderly couple to their front row seats you see him,,,,,taehyung,,,,,,standing there too and you kind of blink a bit because shouldn’t he be mingling with the other musicians and people??
but taehyung tilts his head and gives you a wink and you’re like !!!!!!! blushing and looking around and then giving a small wave
which in turn makes taehyung break out into a grin, slight pinkness in his cheeks
and you don’t get to talk until after the performance but taehyung finds you as you’re pointing out the bathroom to some people and he’s like “hi ^^” and you’re like omg,,,,hi?? and he’s like “so which do you like more,,,,,,,musician me or plain me?” and you’re like huh and he’s like “smiley, cute me or sexy, serious me?”
and you get that he’s referring to how he is off and on stage and it makes you giggle and he just wiggles his eyebrows
and it’s cute,,,,,,his sense of humor matches yours and taehyung asks if your ushering shift is over soon and maybe you two can get dinner?
the fact that jughead is homeless by choice is so interesting to me. like we haven’t seen them interact that much onscreen but from what i can tell, there’s not really all that much animosity between jughead and his father. his dad got one of the realest smiles we’ve ever seen out of him. and yet jughead would rather live nowhere than live with the man.
and the really interesting thing to me is that his dad seems to respect that. it doesn’t look like he doesn’t care– i mean, he did show up the morning jughead had to move out to check up on him. but he doesn’t ask him to come home (not openly at least). he just sort of asks him what he’s gonna do now, and accepts the answer. it’s almost like he’s saying “hey, i’m here. i’m not gonna push you, but i’m here.”
like i’m not saying jughead sr. is father of the year material or anything; he was instrumental in destroying jughead’s second home, but that didn’t seem to be personal or anything. the fact that…
his door is open to jughead yet jughead chooses to be homeless rather than live with him
yet they can have perfectly civil conversations and even make each other laugh
and he seems to accept and even respect jughead’s decision to fend for himself rather than let his father take care of him…
all that lends me to believe that jughead sr isn’t abusive or mean or anything. i don’t think jughead hates or even really dislikes his dad (he did sort of try to defend him when he talked to fred). i think there’s something a lot more complex going on between then two of them. it’s likely jughead just objects to what he does for a living and refuses to take part in or benefit from it. he would rather fend for himself than be fed and sheltered by criminal activity, and his dad doesn’t fault him for that.
but i can’t say for sure. all i know is that i really want to know more about the two of them. like right now.