#IM BURNING YOUTUBE TO THE GROUND WITH MY OWN HANDS
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the-fearful-one · 1 year ago
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no fucking way youtube made it impossible for you to access your search and watch history on mobile now
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bighitfics · 21 days ago
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recent jungkook fanfics that you should read for your own sanity.
(a recommendation for all the girlies who miss him like crazy!)
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one rule by @/jasminefanfics on youtube
— dark romance, mean and morally ambiguous jungkook, hostage au, enemies to lovers, smut, love triangle (but it’s just a deranged schizophrenic being the ‘bone in a kebab’ for the gorgeous couple)
— this is ART. this is true unleashed YEARNING. dark ROMANCE done right, literally the perfect read for winter! this is my absolute fav read of this year 🫦
bonded by @borathae
— werewolves au, forced marriage au, childhood besties to lovers, angst, romance, smut.
— will this queen ever stop producing art after art? she’s not capable of doing that, god this was such a good read, I’m still not over this, THIS IS MY SHEYLA FR! (iyykyk) they’re everything to me gawd 🥺
mon révé by @sweetcarrotsandroses97
— archdeacon jungkook, forbidden love, age gap, romani character reader, dark romance.
— I’ve never read something so beautifully, perfectly executed, every scene she wrote is plastered into my brain, the amount of times i think about this fic is not normal, I’m desperately awaiting the new chapters 😔✋🏼
the love prognosis by @awrkive
— friends to lovers (the og), medical au, unrequited love, roommates trope.
— nobody gets them like I do fr! my precious ship! 🥺😻🤲🏼 i loved how down bad he was for her from the beginning, we love a man who worships the ground his woman walks on LIKE AHHHH the author executed the one sided pining from jungkook so well! THE ANGST IS DELICIOUS IN THIS.
christmas & chill series by @girlygguk & @lovieku
— special xmas edition, jungkook and reader.
— the way I’m about to eat this up. u guys aren’t ready for the obnoxious amount of times I’m gonna be crying ab this whole series on my blog, oh lord have mercy on me, this is so brilliant oh how i wanna kiss their hands for this, SUCH DIVAS BOTH OF THEM 🫦
infrunami by @kooktrash
— friends to lovers, mutual pinning, smut, angst.
— boom shakalaka yes gawd! after I completed reading this fic, i took a moment to myself, clapped and took a lap around my bedroom, then I also did a 7 min standing ovation, this deserves more hype ngl.
burning hour by @jungqkook
— established relationship, smut, exhibitionism.
— the amount of times i’ve re read this is embarrassing but it is that LEVEL of good, oh god when is it my turn to experience something like this?
catch twenty-two by @miraclemaven on wattpad
— forbidden romance, age gap, smut, older reader & younger jungkook, angst.
— im so hooked into this story, even though i haven’t started reading properly, this is a promising one, with really good writing.
chained up by @jikookie17
— obsessed addicted jungkook (my jam), smut, angst, fluff.
— reading this made me feel like im watching a melodramatic story of two idiots who literally can’t live without each other, its a cute lighthearted read, 100% recommend!
THE END OF TODAY’S LIST.
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⠀⠀ hope the girlies like it ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
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gothicprep · 4 years ago
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it’s honestly very odd to me that disney has been retconning their iconic properties for 7 odd years now, if my memory is serving me correctly & maleficent was the first time they’d done this, and their fans, the Disney Simps, if you will, seem pretty unaffected by this. the decision to do a cruella deville backstory is stupid for obvious reasons – let’s turn the woman who’s name is effectively Cruel Devil into a girlboss – but i dont really get what their angle with the remakes is in general, aside from trying to ensure they keep their shit copyrighted until Yellowstone explodes.
I would sincerely love to sit in the focus groups wherein they decide what elements of the source material to doctor – “we have to cut the pink elephant scene from dumbo, even though it’s the only one that anyone remembers, because we can’t have an... underaged elephant... get turnt. and the circus eventually becomes cruelty free and stops using animal performances. jasmine already marched to the beat of her own drum in the animated aladdin, but we should throw a musical number in there to drive home how Fierce she is. gay representation is what people want to see right now, so let’s make a minor character from beauty and the beast that everyone forgot about gay and call it a night.”
the things they choose to overhaul aren’t details that anyone was criticizing to begin with. like someone in the marketing department saw “disney princesses drawn as CEOs” clickbait and just assumed the entire representation debacle online was a question of revisionist mad libs.
I spent an irresponsible amount of time yesterday binge watching YouTube essays about how the simpsons declined and atrophied, and the one thing I didn’t see pointed out in any of them was that the simpsons was very inherently a product of its time: when it aired in ’89, it served as an absurd and caricatured portrayal of an american family, but close enough to the actual picture to remain relatable. but the simpsons is still airing in 2021, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense when viewing it through the lens of homer being born in the mid-80s and growing up with an N64 and being raised on nickelodeon. a millennial homeowner supporting a family of five on a singular income. and since the in-universe canon has surpassed the point where you could just say “well, the 90s just never ended in springfield” you couldn’t effectively modernize it without burning the whole damn thing to the ground
it also calls to mind the old joke about comics (“the only one who stays dead is uncle ben”) which are similarly repackaged and rebooted with each new generation of consumer. batman gets meaner, or nicer, gets a new batmobile, a touchscreen batphone, whatever, but there’s never going to not be a batman.
and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. im not even going to get into stuff like dark fuck archie, aging disgruntled powerpuff girls reboot, the ill-conceived television adaptation of heathers, and the rest of it. there’s this weird phenomenon going on right now, like media necromancy or something. I don’t even know what to call it. endless retooling of existing properties even when they’re inextricably products of their time, to some extent. It’s like executives just threw their hands in the air and exclaimed “welp, this is as good as its ever going to get”
i dont know if it speaks to the purchasing power of nostalgia, or that people are generally creatures of habit and their media tastes reflect that to an extent, or that these corporations are just banking on these familiar titles knowing they’re a safer bet than something new. maybe a little of all of it to varying degrees – im not going to pretend I know the full answer to this. maybe I’m just getting old and becoming one of those old people who bitches about “aint used to be like this...” from my wooden rocking chair on the porch. either way, i wish people would stop, like, enabling this stuff with their wallets. it’s difficult for good media that makes contemporary sense to get as much traction as it deserves when the waters are this polluted
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foolgobi65 · 5 years ago
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careful man’s careless daughter
@philtstone prompted: Anne/Gilbert babysitter au fake dating prompt #5 let’s go laydees “you have the emotional capacity of a brick. that slate I broke over  your head.” (we’re pretending people still use slates now....american schools have no money...its possible ok) 
k so i was trying to figure out how to work in the babysitter + fake dating and ... like a flash the plot to this old telugu/tamil movie i love missamma/missaimaa came to mind -- its not quite the same because they’re two people pretending to be married so that they can make money as school teachers/live in tutors for a wealthy family’s daughter but it works just enough that i decided to roll with it lol. 
this technically isn’t the actual babysitting, nor the fake dating which I actually turned into a fake marriage lol, but i hope u still like it, even though it is all over the place and a general wreck because i wrote it straight through without any editing or thought towards pacing/characterization bc i havent written in forever lol!! im not even sure what the time period setting is lol, and i dont think my translating of the anne events into a semi modern day even works but w/e lol. 
u are the truest of friends, the light of my life, and have certainly heard more than your share of my mental breakdowns both in the last month and the last few years lol. u deserve all the good things, all the good fic, all the time. 
title is a perversion of a tswift lyric because it came up on youtube. if anyone wants to send in prompts from here
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“You owe him how much?” 
Anne sighs, crossing her legs to hide how uncomfortable she is in this moment -- here she is in the park, fifteen thousand dollars plus interest in medical debt for Marilla’s eye surgery and being hounded by Roy Gardner, ex boyfriend apparently turned loan shark who was on his knees proclaiming both love and loan forgiveness should Anne just accept his proposal. 
Here Gilbert Blythe is, sitting on a park bench after two years without contact, watching the whole thing. 
“Marilla doesn’t have health insurance,” Anne says, eyes on the ground as she uses the toe of her shoe to grind a leaf into the sidewalk cement. “Even when I was teaching, the union plan didn’t let people add parents on as dependents.” She sighs. “With everything happening with the farm, she couldn’t afford to put money towards a plan and so when her eyes got bad....” 
For a moment, there is silence. Anne can almost hear Gilbert’s jaw clench “That’s just wrong.” 
Anne laughs, and because her eyes are averted she doesn’t see Gilbert flinch. “That’s America, Blythe.” 
“Well,” she hears him say, tone just dripping with what Mrs. Rachel would call the Blythe Stubbornness, “It shouldn’t be.” 
She won’t ever admit it, but there’s something Anne has always found deeply compelling about Gilbert when he gets into these moods -- all righteously indignant in a way that Anne feels inside of her own body. Or felt, before Matthew died and left behind debts not even Marilla had known about, and Marilla’s eyes worsened around the the time Anne was let go from her teaching job and even if she had had the job it wouldn’t have mattered, she knows, but still. Beautiful, wonderful, beloved Diana had offered to help, of course she had, but Anne knew that Fred’s business wasn’t yet where it should be and that the parents Barry were still unimpressed with their son in law to be’s financial acumen. So she’d had to go to Roy, who had of course lent his beautiful Anne the money, and of course had arranged for Marilla to be treated at the best hospital in Toronto, of course had set them up in the apartment of a friend of his right in downtown where the rents were a thousand maybe two per month. He’d popped the question for the third time the second Marilla had been released back into Anne’s care. 
Almost as if he can hear her thoughts, Gilbert speaks -- “Gardner shouldn’t be harassing you like this either. Who ever heard of charging interest on a loan to a friend? And what on earth does he think he’s going to take from you if you just don’t pay?” 
Anne burns. This, she hasn’t told Marilla, nor even her darling Diana. For some reason, it seems alright to tell Gilbert. “The farm,” she mumbles.
Gilbert snorts. “I’m sorry, I must have misheard. Are you saying that Roy Gardner, heir to one of the biggest fortunes in Boston and your ex boyfriend, took your home as collateral on a loan for money you needed to pay for your mother’s surgery?” 
Anne says nothing. She still hasn’t looked up at him, hasn’t been able to meet his gaze since she sat down on the bench and told Roy to get up off his knees and wait two months for either his money or her affirmative answer. She blinks, having mercifully forgotten that Gilbert was present for that last bit. She hopes he’s forgotten too. 
“And wait, before he left you said....” No such luck. “Anne!” Anne’s sure her entire head must be flame as she closes her eyes, bringing her knees up on the park bench and burying her face into her own lap. “Anne you said you’d marry him if you couldn’t get the money!” 
“There’s no debt between spouses,” Anne mumbles. “We’d get to keep the farm, and I wouldn’t ever worry about Marilla’s health again.” 
“But you don’t love him!” She doesn’t know if she’s ever heard Gilbert sound so scandalized. 
“I used to!” she tries to retort, but even Anne knows that her voice betrays her when she tries to speak this lie. “I used to think I was,” she amends, “and maybe that’s as close as I’m allowed to get -- he’s rich, handsome, he even loves me! What more could I ask for?” 
“Coercing you into marriage, demanding interest on money that we all know is just pocket change for someone like him...that’s not love,” Gilbert Blythe responds, with all that....that all-knowing Blytheness in his voice that Anne has hated since she was 13 years old and the new kid in a class of people who had always known each other just as easily as they had known themselves. “Love is selfless, Anne, strong and kind. It makes you better for giving away your heart, even if the one you love doesn’t give you theirs in return.” 
Gilbert Blythe, always acting as if he knows something Anne does not. He speaks as if he’s been in love, at some point over the years since he was last in Avonlea and for some reason Anne absolutely burns with that knowledge. Ooh she just hates him, now at 24 just as easily as she had at 13! 
“And what exactly is love worth if it means I just lose the farm trying to pay for Marilla’s surgery, and still have nothing for the next time she’s sick?” Suddenly Anne is on her feet, hands on her hips as she glares at Gilbert looking quite alarmed as he still sits on the bench. The words she has kept locked on the inside, too private to even be written in a diary, come pouring out in one big rush:
“Three of my four parents are already dead, Gilbert Blythe.” Her voice hitches, to her horror, her sudden fury vanishes as she has to blink away the tears she has kept at bay since she and Marilla buried Matthew. Damn Gilbert, for bringing this out of her as well. “I can’t...I couldn’t bear to lose anyone else.” Her lips thin, and with a breath, her voice steadies. “I don’t care what you, or anyone else thinks about my choices if it means that I can take care of Marilla.” 
Gilbert’s eyes have the sheen of his own tears when he stands, his own lips wobbling just slightly. “I...” he swallows. “Of course, Anne.” Something Anne recognizes as self hatred passes briefly over his face, but she doesn’t understand. “I wish I had money like Gardner to give you, I really do.”   
Anne gentles, even if something inside her twists to be the object of the long-old guilt mixed with pity, much less Gilbert Blythe. Since Matthew’s death, every person in Avonlea it seems has sat with Anne and Marilla and offered their deep condolences, their absolute shock at the pair’s financial state of affairs, how much they wish they could help but sadly cannot, what with the way the bank’s collapse has hit their own finances. Only families like the Gardners survive economic crashes with money to burn. 
“I wouldn’t have taken it even if you had,” she offers instead, shrugging casually. 
His eyes flash. “But you took Gardner’s?” 
“I thought he loved me!” Anne closes her eyes, somehow feeling her cheeks flush even deeper. This is why she’s avoided all mention of Gilbert Blythe so strenuously since high school graduation, because more than anyone else he is the one who drags out the words she is always learning to keep inside. Here he is, somehow pulling confessions Anne hadn’t even dreamed of telling Diana, confessions that make her seem small, and stupid, lost in a world so much more complicated and treacherous than she can handle all on her lonesome. 
Well, she thinks, in for a penny -- 
“I thought he loved me,” she says, “and that he had the money to spare. I didn’t realize...” She looks away again, so that she never has to see him react to her folly. 
“Oh Anne,” Gilbert says, for some reason so soft and stricken that Anne’s knees go weak with her sudden desire to fall to the ground and weep. “You deserve so much better.” 
And now she’s angry again. “What would you know about what I deserve?” Anne spits, “you haven’t even been home since you started med school!” Vaguely, Anne thinks that Gilbert hasn’t been home since she and Roy had gotten serious, serious enough for her to bring him to Green Gables and show him the place that had been her very first love. Coincidences can be so strange. 
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, glaring again at the ground. “None of this matters. I’m just going to go home” Anne clenches her jaw, knowing that when she gets back to Green Gables she will go into her room and play every excruciating part of this conversation back in her head, again and again until she throws up or passes out at dawn from sheer exhaustion. Maybe both, if she’s lucky. She leans back slightly and manages to turn around on her heels, a trick Gilbert Blythe had always pulled at school and had had girls thinking he was so cool.
She’s five minutes away from the park bench when suddenly she hears him call out her name. 
“Anne,” he shouts again much closer, bending at his waist to balance his hands at his knees as he pants. “God, it really has been two years since I was on the university football team.” 
Despite the roiling emotions of five minutes ago, Anne’s lips quirk. “I can’t imagine you all practiced very much to end up near the bottom of your league every year.” 
Gilbert’s eyes widen, and for some reason he flushes. Maybe he’s so out of shape that it’s from exertion? “I didn’t realize you kept up with my matches.”  Ah. Anne, it seems, will experience nothing else but one long sustained flush as long as she is in front of Gilbert Blythe. “You know,” she tries to say casually, “you hear things here and there. Diana told me the village gossip.” 
Gilbert opens his mouth, but then suddenly shakes his head, like a dog trying to dislodge water from its fur. “I have...” he frowns. “I have a proposition for you.”  Anne raises what she hopes is an elegant eyebrow. “Oh?” 
He grimaces. “There’s a boarding school, a Catholic one, that’s asking for teachers over the summer for a few of their select students who want to be coached for college admissions. Essays, standardized tests, everything. They’ve got heaps of money, and are willing to pay salaries up front. Plus, they cover all your expenses while you’re there!” 
Anne blinks, feeling the beginnings of hope gather as kindling at the very dredges of her heart. Once, both Anne and Gilbert had competed so well against each other that they had both gotten into Harvard. Then, Matthew had died, and Anne decided she could just as easily get a teaching degree at the state school and stay closer to Marilla too. Gilbert alone had had the distinction of being the first from Avonlea to reach such heights, and had reached even higher when he had been accepted again to Harvard Medical School. 
But at one point, both Anne and Gilbert had taken their SATs. They’d both written their application essays. They’d both gotten in. Anne, even, had been offered a full ride compared to Gilbert’s only partial scholarship, so there could even be an argument that of the two, Anne had been the one on top. 
And if nothing else, Anne is even better at teaching than she was at taking tests. 
“I’ll do it,” she says firmly. “Where and when do I need to report, and how much money are they offering?”  For a second, a bright, dazzling grin paints Gilbert’s face. “Really? Ten--” he coughs, “Twenty thousand.” Anne frowns. 
“Each?” It sounds like a dream come true. Five thousand more than Anne needs, and paid upfront. She could save the farm, and put away five thousand towards the farm’s debts. “That sounds....exorbitant.”  He nods, suddenly more confident. “Yep! Twenty thousand for sure.” He laughs. “I know Gardner was supposed to be slumming it at state school, but you really can’t be surprised at how much money rich people are willing to throw at a problem.” 
“The problem being...their children.”  Gilbert’s grin turns wicked. “The problem being their children’s SAT scores, and lack of compelling anecdote to base an admission’s essay on, yes.” 
Anne laughs, wicked in this moment as well. She wishes in this moment, fiercely, as she has many times over the last few years, that she had been able to go to university with Gilbert at her side -- as the friends they had slowly begun to be after years of one and two sided enmity, before time and distance had turned them into near strangers. She doesn’t regret staying back, not really, but there is a part of her that no one had ever understood half as well as Gilbert Blythe, who had, after the Harvard interest meeting, drawn and pinned up a schedule for practice SATs that took into account both his and Anne’s often conflicting life schedules. 
“What’s the catch,” she asks, grinning when Gilbert chokes “come on, Blythe, there’s always a catch with offers like this. Is it across from a waste manufacturing plant? Is the principal a pervert?” 
Slowly, Gilbert Blythe is turning red. “Ah,” he says, shuffling like he never did even when he was an errant schoolboy. “Well,” he says, and....is that his voice cracking? 
“Gilbert,” Anne says, trying to reassure him, “I grew up in the foster system, I can handle much worse than bad smells and pervert principals, I promise.” 
He frowns. “It’s not that,” he says slowly, “but basically they’re looking for two teachers, a man and a woman to manage the boys and the girls while the rest of the staff go on vacation.” 
Anne smiles, trying to ignore the jolt of her heart at the thought of an entire summer with Gilbert, studying like they used to but as friends. Her old dreams, finally coming true. “That’s perfect then, you take one job and I’ll take the other! It’ll be like old times, kind of.” 
He smiles faintly, as if, even after locking horns with the best and brightest at Harvard, Anne is still the person he wants to be trading barbs with over the heads of high school students for months on end. “I’d like nothing better, he says, except...” 
“Except?” 
Gilbert inhales. “ExceptTheSchoolWillOnlyHireAMarriedCoupleSoThatTheyDon’tHaveToWorryAboutOutofWedlockSexorTeachersHavingSexWithStudents.” All in a rush, and now Gilbert is the one who can’t apparently handle eye contact.
“What?” 
“The school,” Gilbert says to his shoes, “since it’s Catholic, and also since they’re lazy, only want a married couple so that they don’t have to have anyone watching to make sure the teachers aren’t having sex with the students. Or each other.” 
Anne blinks. “But we’re not married!” 
Gilbert grimaces, opening his mouth, but then just biting his lip. They could be, Anne thinks, only a tad hysterical. Only all of Avonlea was matching them up all the years of high school, and even the years after until she’d met Roy. It would be so easy to get a certificate. They could get a divorce by September, even annul their marriage since they definitely wouldn’t be having sex. 
Twenty thousand dollars. 
“So what you’re saying,” Anne says slowly, her lip curling of its own accord “is that after all that talk about what love is and isn’t, and telling me that I shouldn’t marry Roy for the money he’d give me, your blockheaded solution is instead, for me to marry you?” 
Gilbert looks up. “Well when you put it that way--”  Anne sees red, even as she already sees herself in one of her old white lace dresses, standing with Gilbert at the courtroom and signing. “Gilbert Blythe I don’t believe you! Sometimes, I think that you really do have all the emotional capacity of that slate I broke over your head!” 
“I know,” he says tone heavy with something so sad that Anne’s hearten softens a bit of its own accord. “But you really need the money, and I promise we’ll get a divorce by September.” He smiles, but there’s something bitter at the corners that Anne has never seen before -- she almost raises her hand to rub the strand of emotion off his lips. “And you’re not the only one who needs the money. Will you do it?” 
Twenty thousand dollars. The farm, Marilla, an end to the eternal pity of Avonlea. And also, a small part of her suggests, an opportunity to finally spend time with this new Gilbert Blythe who went off into the world and left her behind. 
She sighs. “I vote that you be the one to tell Mrs. Lynde.” 
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shabba-zams · 4 years ago
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I'M NO MANIAC
Hold big regard for kinship, tradition and culture, I could give a lecture
I'm sky high - herbivore, like a turkey vulture I'm a carnivore
Canibal, I mean omnivore coz I love greens, like Popeye And Spinach, I lick bean
Flick flick, root Chakra, keep you grounded, kiss your forehead, illumination
Wham bam, burn incense this instant
Smoke in house, reminisce about my late aunt, Eugenia
Healing from a heartbreak of a love that never happened
Should never happen, wait what just happened?
You a bad bitch, downward doggy, hit it from the back, is that good B?
Meow-moo, look at that arch, Doja, Cat-Cow mi amor
Heart's aching, beneath I'm hurting although surface looks perfect
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I was broke, couldn't think straight, Im still great, it's just that I hate
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Obsessed With fitness, admire her loyalty, I stay under her spell
First We gel, then repel, we then rebel, plz say you could not tell I fell for you girl!
I confess, your strange quirks remind me of my old ex
Guardian angel, I see your halo, okay bye! In darkness you my star
Naledi always shine bright, never dim light, eyes can adjust right?
No girl, tell me how could I not fall for you girl?
If I see you all day and night? Medicate then meditate
Last and first light I see you, it's hard to wake me up, ICU
Namaste, send u love and light. Hugging u gud nyt then imma go unless it's midnight, my pants is tight right and u hug me tight tight cutie, in my ear, QTip, u whisper get the light, deep throat  gimme the green light, tonight you looking so tasty
It's not right, lockdown got me all thirsty, see, I'm nasty
I'll eat you out, gimme a big tip, face chair, take a sit please
Gangsta champagne, notorious bubbles I sip sip, are you pleased?
You a tall glass of sexy B, I mean u sassy B, sexy beast I gotta drink, drunk
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Juju, like bad energy, shoo shoo, telling me to go, I don't go
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Heavy flow that weigh a ton, period. I go deep, you flow deep like the Nile, you lovin it
Tid bit in denial, plz don't judge unless you take a 9 mile walk if the shoe fit
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Fight what I feel, fight! I know you like what I write, right? I'm still Steve like Biko, because I write what I like
You're spiritual, Ivy crown it'll be alright, fight!
Where you been? Spiritual journey, Wrote you a song of love, don't panic, it's platonic agape kind
You're kind, im sorry, please forgive me, God bless us
Never meant to sex ya, sext ya, yes ya I never meant to
Hurt ya, my day 1 let me be in your team, I'm your hype man and you my wing man, who knew, man?
I'm a new man, never wanna be in u ma'am, that's Truman, like Harry
Like Harriet, You talk truth ma'am, ur woke now, mental slavery chain breaker
Lead, take leash, give me my freedom, Tubman. Ass like Baartman, I'm joking, I'm through man!
Is it true man? You got a new man?
I'm glad you found uThando & Peace!
I see your glow in the dark , I watch you grow, from head to toe
Lock down, No sexercise, just exercise, oblique workout, body shaping up, you shake shit up
Look down, fvck shit up, I fantasize under the mistletoe, kiss kiss that phat pet peeve,
I mean the size of that cameltoe, kiss kiss like it's NYs Eve
Family Feud like Steve, We lip lock, she bad bad like Eve
Stuck with you like gridlock, bad bitch my ride or die!
The love you show, I dunno who to tell that u just ring my bell
Blue balls, plain torture, ungshaya ding dong, that just rings wrong
Playing mind games like ping pong, saw my dp then ask for my dick pic like "Big Z u got big dick print"
I tell her to quit playin and show her it's just resting, I'm a grower
Picture a Big black gun in your hand, click glock
Lick big black cock in my hand, and get a big tip
Love your big tats,small tits, nip slip, vrm vrm, you own me like pinkslip
4 play lick clit, that pink pink
Big lie like, just the tip, truth is I just wanted to hit twice, then dip twice like, dip dip
Double Pussy grip, like grip grip
Our late night tap dance routine like
Double tap like, tip-clit-grip-grip, skip, tip-clit-grip-grip
Sending mixed signals, wearing no bra, black tank top, Grey gym pants, exciting my BBC then saying NO BRA!
Apple bong is crack bong, big flop wearing your pink flip flops, I need a drink,J walk drunk, hit, bong, bang, drive, buy smoke, fly, sky, high five, YouTube The Fives, whats the matter? GBV
All lives including those you call low lives matter, no 1 deserves murder.
Deep chats kid, Katt Williams crack me up, have a break Kit Kat
I'm a lil sad but real glad u not mad at me brick brack, red fox
Need my quick fix, Red on Netflix like Raymond, cross you off my hitlist, at least at last, the blacklist, NBC
No chick flicks miss, unless you aiming to get this, BBC
I don't aim, shoot shot once and don't miss, easy, ABC
Cupid tryinna shoot me dead but misz, shit shot, no Mrs, thank God
Thot thought she a hot shot coz she smoke pot, no BS she not hot
Cold as horse shit that's not hot, bust a nut, I might not
I'm a lit lad who thinks they a big bad, Wolf, with a sick head
You heard? Sometimes it's hard when u in my bed, think with other head instead like getting head
Play dead after I beat meat, you knock-knock, I'm cumin, you come in, your bad timing is not charming
I see myself in you, pun intended, idea planted in my head
For real tho, I see your hoeish ways, long gone are my hoeish days
Sometimes I think u poison like Ivy, I'm batman, no avengers
Scavengers, a mad woman and a bad man, Savages in our own league
First punch throwers, they hate us, crack bong hitters, they not us, we avenge us,
You lead, I school ya, screw ya, liquids in ur insides like IV
Drip drip, said fuck it, big deal, do u even care how I feel? Bad state of mind, took shrumz, now I'm havin a bad trip
Craving a road trip, cruze down memory lane, replay bad clip, is it weird that I loved that silhouette video? Press play
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Get liquid withit
Going toe-to-toe, I kill and bury Big Trill, made my 1st mil
Then blew it, dead lyricist, I'm just a ghost writer
I see changes, a stoner girl turn to a rave girl as the nyt ages
I once told her, trust the rock of ages like John
Serial killer with rage on Pages, I was angry at God like Sean
Now i'm easy like solving for X- Kid'o,
That's annoying, ward off tiny mosquito
Go against me, that's a non starter, kiss my ass lips
I talk shit, no stutter or slight lisp like L-Tido
In the city of gold its all or nothing, that's a no brainer
No brain huh? Black lip bastard, faith like mustard seed
Don't call me bastard, transform to Luke Cage then hit rib Cage like
Nicholas, can't stop me like an urban legend... Ghost rider
I sound fictitious like ghost busters, but I'm quite real like Klingon
I stick like glue, here's a clue:
Day of the week: Monday
Feeling: baby Blue and itchy
Scratch my balls I'm jiggy, sweet melanin black queen like B
Fluent in your love language B, catch 22, paradoxical
Hypocritical, stereotypical, philosophical.
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mischiefandspirits · 5 years ago
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Iron Legion (22/?)
Never let it be said that Tony Stark ever does things by half. He might have grown up with little family, but he wasn’t about to keep it that way.
Tony Stark was seventeen when his first child was born, and that was just the beginning.
For Masterpost, Timeline, AO3, and Fanfiction
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Web-Warriors, Part 1
Tony Stark was forty-one when his eleventh child was born.
“That was awesome! Is it always like that?”
“Nope. Usually they have normal guns,” Peter chuckled, creeping down the wall of his apartment complex to his window.
“Master Peter, might I remind you -”
“I know, I know, Jay. I’ll give Dad a call as soon as we’re inside.”
“You really need to figure out how not to lose your clothes in dark allies,” Harley snickered as Peter reached his window.
“Maybe I should make a backpack with retro-reflective panels,” Peter chuckled sarcastically as he pulled the glass up.
“Why not?”
“Wouldn’t that be really heavy, even just considering the panels?” Peter pointed out as he climbed inside and pulled off the mask. He waited until Droney was inside then closed the window with his foot.
“Not for you, and that would just make it harder for someone to steal it.”
“That’s true, I guess. Well, it couldn’t hurt to give it a look. Can you add it to the list for this weekend, Jay?” Peter asked as he released his grip on the ceiling and dropped to the ground. “Is Neb-”
“Holy shit!” Harley yelped as Jay said, “Master Peter, turn around.”
Something smashed to the ground behind him.
Peter spun around to see Ned sitting on his bed, the LEGO Death Star in pieces at his feet.
“Busted,” Harley muttered.
“Jay, end call,” Peter said, staring at his friend.
“Wai-”
The two watched each other for a moment.
“You’re the Spider-Man, from YouTube.”
“I’m not. I’m not.” It occurred to Peter he was still wearing the suit and he slapped the release, letting it fall down so he could kick it away.
“You were on the ceiling!” he said, pointing up.
“No, I wasn’t. Ned, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”
“I used the spare key you gave me.”
Peter sucked in a breath as Droney turned to him.
“There is no record of a sp-”
“Droney, shut down.” The drone gave a chirp and landed on his desk as he whispered, “Oh, I am so dead.”
“Peter, you better be home,” Nebs called as the sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the apartment.
His eyes widened and he grabbed Ned’s shoulders. “Don’t tell her you know!”
Ned put his hands on his head, grabbing at his hair. “Oh my God, dude,” he said, thankfully in a whisper. “You’re -”
“Peter? Peter, I swear you better be in there or else I’m setting that stupid suit on fire.” Nebs threw his door open, the anger fading to a blank look when she spotted him. She looked him up and down, glanced at Ned, then turned away. “I don’t want to know.”
Peter turned to Ned, who shrugged. He glanced down…
And blushed when he remembered he was only wearing his boxers.
“Wait, Nebs!”
“No. This is not what I signed up for. Put some clothes on. I’m ordering in. Is your boyfriend staying for dinner?”
“H-he’s not my boyfriend!”
“Does he want Thai? Ned, Thai?”
“Sure?” Ned said, voice faltering when Peter shook his head. “What? Doesn’t she know?”
Peter shushed him and scrambled to shut the door. “Yes,” he hissed quietly and grabbed his sweater. “But she cannot find out you know. She’d kill me! You can’t say anything to anyone! Come on, Ned, please!”
“Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. I’ll level with you… I don’t think I can keep this a secret. This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, Peter!”
“Ned! You know how she is when she’s mad. And if she tells Mr. Stark, he’ll take the suit back and…” And oh man, Dad would never let him be Spider-Man again. Maybe he’d even pull him out of school! No more Ned or Michelle or Liz or -
“Mr. Stark? As in Tony Stark?” Ned gasped, his loudening voice snapping Peter out of his panic. He hushed his friend and Ned continued at a whisper. “Did Tony Stark make your suit? Are you an Avenger?”
Peter hesitated, then shrugged. “Yeah, basically.”
“Whoa.”
“Ned, seriously -”
“PETER!”
The two boys jumped at Nebs’ yell.
“Don’t say anything,” Peter hissed before leaving the room. “Yeah, Nebs?”
She gave him a scowl. “Harley just texted me.”
See if I ever bring him on patrol again, Peter barely had a chance to think before she set into him.
“How could you let someone find out?”
“It’s just Ned! And I didn’t mean for it to happen! It was an accident! I forgot we were going to hang out tonight!”
“What is he even doing here? How did he get in?”
Peter fidgeted with the cuff of his sweater. “I gave him a spare key.”
“PETER!”
“You know I forget mine sometimes, so it’s just for when you’re out of town and that happens. It’s no big deal, it’s just Ned.”
Nebs rubbed her thumb against the side of her neck, a calming practice for her species. “You can’t just hand out spare keys, Peter. It’s a security risk. You know that.”
“It’s just Ned,” Peter repeated.
She glared at him, then lifted her gaze to something behind him. “Privacy.”
“Yep, yeah, cool, sorry!” Ned yelped then Peter heard his door close.
“Peter, I’m glad you have your friend, but you need to be more careful,” she said in a whisper so quiet he was sure Ned wouldn’t have heard even if he’d been standing next to Peter. “If someone were to learn about either of our connections to Father -”
“I know,” he said in a slightly louder whisper, knowing her enhanced hearing wasn’t as good as his own. “But it’s just Ned. He would never do anything to us.”
“But he could lose the key, or it could be stolen. We need to keep track of every copy that exists.”
“It’s just a key. It’s not like people couldn’t pick a lock if they wanted to get to us. It’s not like I gave him the codes to disable the security system.”
“And yet here he is,” Nebs said pointedly. “Inside when no one was home.”
“It’s Ned! Ned can have clearance. He’s not going to do anything!”
“That’s not the -” Nebs pressed her thumb firmly against her neck. “Ugh, we’ll come back to that. He knows you’re Spider-Man.”
“Yeah.” Peter glanced back at his door, shifting his weight from side to side. “How long until Dad knows?”
“Harley included Father in the group text. Uncle Happy is on his way to pick the three of us up.”
Harley better watch his back. “What’s going to happen? Is Dad going to take me out of school? Am I not going to be able to see Ned anymore? Oh man, what if he makes Ned forget I’m Spider-Man?” Peter gasped. “What if he neuralyzes Ned and makes him forget he even knows me!?”
Nebs slapped her hand over his mouth. “You watch way too many movies and overestimate Father’s abilities. He doesn’t have a Neuralyzer.”
Peter pushed her hand away. “Are you suggesting he couldn’t make a Neuralyzer?”
“Don’t challenge him to make one, please,” she groaned. “Father does not need a Neuralyzer.”
He chuckled for a second before the worry set back in. “So what’s he going to do? Will -”
She shoved her phone into his hand. “Stop panicking and just ask him yourself.”
Peter nodded and read through the group text.
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Brat:
Sad: I’m surprised it took this long
👑Queen👑: What happened?
Man-Child: Who is that
👑Queen👑: Ned
Man-Child: Who
Sad: Ted
Man-Child: 😞Haps go pick up the kids
Sad: Already on my way
👑Queen👑: What happened?
Brat: Pete climbed in through the window and he was there
Sad: So how to get inside the dealership be home yet and she wouldn’t let him in Peter‘s room
Brat: If your asking how he got in the room, I have no idea
👑Queen👑: Just focus on driving, Happy
Man-Child: Reming me to look over the dictation for the phones later
Man-Child: How’d you know about this anyways
Me: I’m home now. I can’t promise Peter will be alive long enough for Uncle Happy to get here.
Brat: Pete took me on patrol with him
Sad: i’m almost there so don’t kill him yet
Brat: It was pretty boring until he nearly got blown up
👑Queen👑: What?
Man-Child: He WHAT!?!?!???!!??!?
Peter’s eyes widened and he quickly texted the group.
Me: I did NOT nearly get blown up!!!!!!!
Man-Child: Pete wth!?!?!!?
Brat: Did too
Me: That’s not what happened!!!!!
Me: Shut up you trailer!!!!!
Man-Child: What happened!?!!??!?
Brat: Trailer
Me: I went to stop an atm robbery and the guys had some high tech weapons
Me: Delmars got blown up not me
Me: I was gonna call you as soon as I got home
Me: But then Ned
Brat: He also ran into the burning building
Me: 😠
Me: I had to save mr delmar and Murph
Me: I’m perfectly fine
Brat: And what about when that guy threw you against the ceiling
Me: IM FINE!!!!!
Me: Get out!!!!!!
Brat: It’s my group text
Brat: You get out!!!!
👑Queen👑: Boys, be nice
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Brat:
Man-Child: Were talking about this more when you get here
Me: 🙁I know
👑Queen👑: Peter, are you really okay?
Me: I’m fine. Promise mom
🤖: Are these weapons something we should look into?
Man-Child: I’ll check the footage, but we’ll probably just alert the fbi
Me: So whats going to happen with Ned
“Uncle Happy’s here,” Nebs said, coming over from the window.
Sad: i’m here hurry up
Man-Child: Well talk when you get here
Me: Ok on our way
“I’ll go grab Ned,” Peter sighed, giving her her phone back.
“Don’t forget pants.”
Blushing, he went back to his room and opened the door. “… Hey Ned.”
“… Hey.”
The two stared at each other.
“How’d it go with Nebula?”
“Why are you wearing my mask?”
It was weird to watch the mask’s eyes blink, Peter had to admit.
Ned shrugged.
“Peter!” Nebs called.
“We need to go,” Peter said, grabbing a pair of pants and putting them on.
“Where are we going?” Ned asked as he hopped up and came over.
“Stark Tower.” Peter grabbed a duffle bag and shoved his suit inside.
“No way, really?”
Peter nodded, then nearly dumped the suit back out as Ned slammed into his back.
“This is the best day of my life,” he said as he hugged his best friend with enough force that Peter was thankful for the enhanced durability.
The boys pulled apart and did their handshake.
“Come on, let’s go before Nebs comes in to yell at me more.”
Ned pulled off the mask to reveal his wide smile.
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Peter and Nebula were being way too calm about this, Ned felt.
They were being driven by Tony Stark’s personal driver in Tony Stark’s car to Tony Stark’s tower to meet Tony Stark!
Now, Ned knew his family was well off, but they weren’t private driver well off and they definitely weren’t Tony Stark well off. And Peter… Well, Peter was a scholarship kid, and though Ned would never judge him for it, it did mean he thought Peter and Nebula should at least be freaking out as much as him.
“How many times have you done this?” Ned whispered.
“Had someone find out?” Peter answered, not whispering back. “Well, Mr. Stark found out, obviously, and he told Nebs, but that’s it.”
“No, I mean riding in one of Tony Stark’s cars.”
Peter’s nose scrunched up. “Dude, don’t say his name like that.”
“But he’s Tony Stark!”
Nebula snorted. “You didn’t say you’d made friends with a fan.”
“Who wouldn’t be a fan of Tony Stark?”
Nebula muttered something in Italian and Peter snickered, shoving her.
“Mr. Stark is cool, but he’s not…” Peter flailed as he searched for the words.
“Dr. Banner?” Nebula suggested with a smirk.
“I outgrew that years ago and you know it!” Peter hissed, blushing. Turning back to Ned, he said, “Just stay calm.”
“Calm? Dude, I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming! This is so cool!”
Peter whined and put his face in his hands, only coming up for air when his phone went off. Ned peaked over his shoulder to see his texts.
Casta-net: TFW your girl finds out about your side chick
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Me: Who told you
Casta-net: Who do you think?
Me: I’m going to kill Harley
Casta-net: Wish I was in the country
Casta-net: I wanna see who’s more embarrassing, Re or Nedward
Casta-net: Before you finish, yes it is possible for Re to be embarrassing
Me: He’s literally iron man joe
Casta-net: He’s literally Iron Nerd
Casta-net: You and Plates are just too blinded by love to see how much of a dork he is
Casta-net: Then again you both are major dorks too so birds of a feather
“Who are you texting?” Ned asked.
Nebula grabbed his chin and turned his head. “Your friend is way too nosy. How did you manage to keep your secret this long?”
“Leave him alone, Nebs.” He pushed her hand away from Ned as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.
Only to pull it back out a second later when he got another text.
Chicken: Pete!!!!
Chicken: Haley says you got busted by your bf
Merida: Haley
Chicken: Shut up Lila
No, I’m Texas!: Haley
Brain: Haley.
Me: Haley
Me: Also, don’t call him my bf Cooper
Brain: He’s right. It makes it sound like they’re dating. And we all know he’s likes that Elizabeth girl.
Me: Who let this child in here?
Brain: I’m smarter than all of you combined, Peter.
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Merida:
Me: You wanna go Cho!?!?!?
Me: I studied with Bruce Banner I ain’t afraid of an eight year old!!!!!!!
Brain: I’m ten, and I studied with my mom! I can take you!
Chicken: You two don’t even do the same type of science!!!!!
Chicken: Now shut up and give us details!!!
Chicken: What’s going on with Ned?
Me: Don’t do the same type of science… can you believe this guy?
Brain: 평민
Chicken: PETER!!!!
Merida: You’re both pretty now what happened?
Me: Nothing happened
Me: Ned just came in my room at the wrong time and found out about my connection to Mr. Stark
Chicken: What’s Stark going to do to him?
No, I’m Texas!: Nothi my?
No, I’m Texas!: Nothing! Shit!
Merida: Nothi my?
Me: Nothi my?
Chicken: Nothi my?
Brain: Nothi my?
Nubs: Don’t curse in front of the children, Harley.
No, I’m Texas!: How the heck!?
Merida: Wait, who are the children??????
Nubs: I’m hacked into your and Peter’s phones. Amadeus, Cooper, and Peter are the children.
Merida: Nice
Chicken: I’d say something, but I’m honestly kind of scared of you Peter’s sister
Nubs: As you should be. Off your phone, Peter. We’re here.
Ned and Peter both looked up just as they disappeared into the underground garage.
“Noooo! I missed seeing the tower!” Ned groaned.
“Maybe if you weren’t snooping you would have seen it,” Nebs pointed out, giving Peter a look.
“Who were you talking to?” Ned asked.
“Just some friends I made while working with Mr. Stark,” he said nervously with a shrug.
“Are they Avengers too!? Do you all hang out?”
“Peter’s not an Avenger,” Nebula said, opening the door and getting out.
“I’m sort of an Avenger,” Peter said, following her.
“No, you’re not. End of discussion.”
Peter pouted at her before returning to Ned. “No, they’re not Avengers. Joe, Jocasta, works for SI and so does Amadeus’s mom and Harley’s dad. Lila and Cooper’s dad used to work here too, but he left.”
“Do they know you’re Spider-Man?” Ned asked as the four of them climbed into the elevator.
“Only Harley and Joe. Harley’s dad is super high up and Joe works security sometimes. Lila, Cooper, and Amadeus just think I intern with Mr. Stark.”
Ned nodded, glancing around the elevator. His eyes widened as he realized something. “Wait, did you say you studied with Bruce Banner!?”
“Uh, yeah,” Peter glanced at Nebula and the driver (who was still with them, kind of weird) nervously. “Um, Mr. Stark kind of introduced me to him.”
“Cool!” Ned said, but something nagged at him.
When did Dr. Banner leave again?
“Oh good, I’m not running late?”
Ned blinked and looked over at the woman getting into the elevator with them.
Pepper Potts smiled and held out her hand. “Ned, right? Peter’s told us so much about you.”
Ned stared at her for a moment before shaking his head. “Ms. Potts, it’s an honor to meet you, really, but I’m pretty sure our classmate Michelle would legitimately kill me if she knew I had shaken your hand before she’d even gotten a chance to meet you so I’m not going to do that.”
Peter groaned as Ms. Potts dropped her hand.
“Peter’s friends are fans,” Nebula said blankly.
“I see,” Ms. Potts said with amusement. “Well, it’s nice to meet you all the same Ned. Please call me Pepper.”
“Oh my God,” Ned whispered as Ms. Potts, Nebula, and the driver stepped out of the elevator.
“Cool it,” Peter whispered, elbowing him.
“Do that harder, I think I’m dreaming,” Ned joked, then groaned when Peter did just that. “Okay, ow, not dreaming. You didn’t have to do it that hard.”
Peter went pale. “Sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt something?”
Ned frowned, then remembered Peter had super strength and could probably really hurt him on accident. “It’s fine, just a bit harder than I was expecting,” he said, stepping out of the elevator. He barely noticed Peter’s sigh of relief as he spotted a familiar face sitting in the penthouse. “What’s your uncle doing here?”
“Uncle?” Peter asked then groaned. “Does everyone have to be here?”
“Yes,” Nebula said, sitting down on the couch.
“No,” the driver said, heading towards a hallway. “I’ve seen the kid make a fool of himself enough for one day.”
“Would you like me to leave?” Vittore asked, looking uncertain. “I didn’t realize my being here would be disagreeable.”
Peter immediately started shaking his head. “You’re fine, Vi, just… a lot going on today. How’ve you been?”
“Fine, I’ve just been doing… research on some things.”
“Oh, on what?”
Vittore frowned and looked around. “Where’s Mr. Stark?”
“Sir will be up shortly. He was waylaid by a group from R&D.”
Ned jumped and looked around. “Who was that?”
“J.A.R.V.I.S. An AI created by Tony. He runs the tower,” Ms. Potts explained, gesturing at the couches.
“He and Vi are the only pure ones in this place,” Peter muttered to him as they sat down.
“Excuse me!” Ned jumped as a young woman appeared right in front of them, her arms crossed as she glared down at Peter. “What about me?”
“Remember that month where you made it so that anyone who said the word Stark inside the tower got Rickrolled.”
“That was your idea!”
“Yeah, but you actually did it.”
“That was you two?” Ms. Potts said, glaring at them.
They immediately pointed at each other.
“Fri was the one that did it! I just said it would be funny!”
“Baby-Bro told me to do it!”
Ned frowned as everyone but he and the new woman flinched and Nebula hissed, “F.R.I.D.A.Y.!”
“Baby-Bro?”
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Word of warning: I might not post next week or the week after. Something came up so I'm moving. I'll try to post, but no promises.
I decided to use Vittore Shade instead of Victor Shade for Vision since I already had Victoria for Tori.
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birdy-babe · 6 years ago
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Burned Out Chapter 2
Summary: Patton starts to realize that maybe Roman is an essantal part of the group, Virgil’s starting to realize it too but Logan stands stubborn.
Word Count: 4087
Parings: Platonic LAMP
Warnings: None, just angsty Roman
Note: Lmao this chapter is long and boring I apologize.
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5
Chapter 2
"Good morning Kiddo!" Patton told Virgil as the anxious side came into the kitchen. The sides had their separate rooms but they also had a mind palace they shared that they all hung out together in.
Virgil grunted in response, mumbling a soft "mornin'" and continued his path to the kitchen. Virgil stopped at the coffee pot.
He grabbed his mug- Roman made all the sides their own specialized mug for Christmas one year. They all used them every morning. Virgil noticed Logan's and Patton's cups were sitting next to them as they both sat at the kitchen table.
Roman's white and gold mug sat lonely in the cabinet.
Virgil shut the cabinet doors, poured his coffee, and joined the other sides at the table. Patton was still in his cat onsie while Logan professionally wore his usual black button up and tie.
The logical side looked deep into the book he was reading. He sipped his own tea with one hand and held the book with the other- placing his mug down every minute or two to flip the page.
Patton was eating pancakes shaped like smiley faces with an overly obsessive amount of maple syrup. His coffee was a light color- filled with creamer and sugar. Virgil's nose crunched up at the sight of it- too much sugar. He looked back down to his mug filled with plain black coffee.
Virgil tiredly laid his head down, enjoying the quiet atmosphere. It was peacefully silent expect for the soft clanking of dishes as Patton ate and the flutter of Logan flipping a page. He closed his eyes.
He was only able to enjoy it for a moment before he began to feel uncomfortable. It was never this quiet in the mornings- something was off. Virgil started to feel anxious- worrying if there's something missing or something they didn't do. What was happening?
The anxious side looked up from where he had his head down and looked to the other sides.
He knew Roman wasn't there but Roman didn't make THAT big of a difference. Roman was just obnoxious and loud- maybe this peace was a good thing?
Sleep- or Remy- was no where to be found but Remy didn't come by often anyway. Deceit sometimes showed up in the morning but he usually stayed in his room, he liked to be mysterious like that.
Every once in a while a different side would show up but Thomas' four main sides always showed up without fail.
Virgil looked to Patton beside him and panned over to the spot across from him- where Roman usually sat next to Logan.
Virgil set his head back down on the table.
"Logic! Creativity! Morality! Anxiety!"
Suddenly 3 of the sides were all warped to Thomas Sander's living room. Logan adjusted his glasses and necktie as Patton fixed his hoodie around his neck.
"What could possibly be the dilemma today, Thomas?" Logan inquired as they looked to Thomas.
Thomas looked very clean as always but instead of a fun flashy outfit he usually wore. He wore a grey polo and plain blue jeans.
Thomas had a small stack of different pamphlets in his hand as well as his laptop open on his lap.
"Hm? Oh I don't have a dilemma really, I just need help picking a college to study at" Thomas told them casually as he clicked through his laptop.
The three sides looked at each other, growing silent.
"Did you say college?" Logan asked hopefully, excitement growing in his expression.
Thomas nodded, "Yup! I’m thinking about studying for astrology but I don't where where I should go that's best for that" Thomas told the three sides, "I was hoping you guys could help me choose?" He asked.
Logan let out an excited breath, holding his fists up, "Satisfactory! I am...extremely filled with happy emotions because of you deciding to extend your studies!" Logan tried not to sound too full of excitement, but it wasn't fooling anyone.
Virgil shrugs, "Seems cool to me but..Is college what you really want to do? Will it full fill you in life?" The anxious side asked, "What about everything else you want to do?"
Thomas shook his head, "I don't..really want to do anything else, except Youtube but I can do both" he tells the group.
Logan cleared his throat, "Well we could try to certain fit both things but-"
Patton interrupted, "What about becoming an actor? You want to be an actor right?"
Thomas looked up and hummed, thinking for a moment about it. Thomas shook his head, "Not really, theater's kind of dumb" he responded and went back to looking at his computer.
The sides all looked at each other- Theater was everything to Thomas, what changed?
Patton chuckled nervously, "I think we need Roman here, kiddos" he announced to the group.
Logan shook his head, "I don't see why he is needed. He will just confuse Thomas and try to convince him to pursue other career paths that will not be ideal to Thomas' future." Logan didn't want the unrealistic dreams of the the creative side getting in the way of Thomas' future.
Patton looked to Virgil for help.
Virgil shrugged, "Being an actor is too... unreliable. Going to college is too much commitment..." Virgil mumbled, not sure how he felt about this.
Logan nodded, "Yes it is a lot of commitment but in the end you will be filled with more knowledge, and you can easily find a stable job to suit your life style."
Patton glanced around. He was not feeling very happy at the moment. The happy pappy father figure was starting to panic and freak out. He didn't know what was right and what was wrong.
Becoming an actor has been a dream of Thomas' for a long time. He was excellent at the art, he had the ability to go on and become huge in the acting community. He was already extremely successful in past productions.
Yet, Thomas would thrive in college. He would be able to set up a stable career to do his entire life. Would that make Thomas happy?
Morality looked to the spot that the creative side usually stood and knew there was something wrong with him. Roman took care of Thomas dreams, what makes him happy and what Thomas wanted. If Thomas didn't want to act anymore, then there was definitely something wrong with Roman.
"Guys I think we really need Roman, he's-" Patton tried to vouched for the princely boy but was shushed.
"There is no need! Now Thomas...which Colleges are you looking at?" Logan told Patton and leaned over Thomas' shoulder to be able to see the computer screen. Virgil shrugged and begrudgingly joined Thomas on the couch, slowly followed by Patton who was awfully quiet.
Roman fixed his hair right before he rose to the shared mind palace. "Greetings wonderful-" Roman paused as he spotted no one there, "citizens...?" He added slowly and uncertainly.
He knew he got up late, he didn't know he had missed breakfast. Usually another one of the sides woke him up, as they all religiously had breakfast together.
Roman felt hurt by it, it was obvious they had already been through here. Logan's book sat open on the table, Patton's dirty plate sat there along with Virgil's half empty mug. Roman sucked in a breath as he tried not to lose confidence.
He smiled to himself as he waltzed over to the table, looking at the assortments.
He his smiled turned sad as he saw the mugs, remembering when he spent multiple nights staying  up just to design them. Logan's was the hardest, trying to find a calm design that would suit the boy the best. He decided on something simple and sophisticated would do for him.
flashback
Roman came running into the room from the kitchen. He could hear Patton’s loud lovely laughter as he was attacked by a puppy. He was wearing a cat-themed Christmas sweater that was a bit of a mess as Virgil tried his best to sow it together. He wasn't the best with fabric but the entire group loved the work anyway. It was a gift from Virgil's heart that made Patton happier then ever.
Logan was wearing a white button up with a mistletoe printed on the breast pocket. He also had a very colorful tie. The tie was all Christmas green but had colorful Christmas lights printed on it with little ornaments to make the entire tie look like a tree. Roman gifted him the garment last year.
Virgil was also very festive. He was wearing a red and white Santa hat on the top of his head. He wore a Nightmare Before Christmas themed sweater and black fuffly pajama pants with candy canes all over them.
Roman a customized sweater that read 'King Of Christmas' and had a golden Santa hat on it. He wore a pair of fluffy white pajama pants with little crowns all over them to create a pattern. He also wore a golden Santa hat on his head to top it all off.
Roman sat down on the couch of their shared mindpalace that all four of them had decorated to fit the season. He placed a bag on the ground beside him, full of his gifts.
Roman hugged a stuffed animal sowed to make Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. It was Virgil's gift to Roman this year, another thing that he sowed together. It had jagged stitching and none of the threads matched the fabric but Roman loved it anyway.
Roman had never felt more at peace as he listened to Logan and Virgil happily discussing a plot to a book they both had read and Patton's happy giggling and laughing as he played with puppies. Roman watched his three favorite people adoringly as they were all so happy and at peace.
Roman stood up, "Its my fabulous self's turn! All bring your attention to me!" He said dramatically and grinned charmingly. Patton looked over, trying to stifle his giggles and trying to get the puppy to stop licking his face. Virgil and Logan looked up, placing books they got for each other on their laps, and smiled at the creative side.
Roman picked up the bag, "This year I went a little small, so I do apologize" he tells the group.
"Im sure your gifts will be satisfactory" Logan told him encouragingly.
"We'll love it anyway!" Patton said loudly and happily. Virgil just nodded in agreement, a soft smile on his lips.
Roman laughed, "Thank you, thank you. The first is for my favorite paper clip and best friend here!" He pulled out the first gift which was wrapped in dark blue paper, "Logan!"
Logan looked up, slightly confused at the title that was given to him. Logan turned slightly red in embarrassment as the sides all were looking at him. Patton was smiling like crazy.
Roman handed him the small box, "I hope it is everything you have wished for!" He tells Logan.
The logical side took ahold of it. He pushed his glasses up his face before he started to unwrap the gift. Logan pulled the stings of the ribbon and neatly and carefully unpacked it.
He set the wrapping aside and slowly opened the black blue box. He reached in, pulling out an obnoxious amount of sparkling blue tissue paper. He finally pulled out the gift himself.
The mug was black with a thick stripe of dark blue in the middle. In the stripe showed Logan's favorite constellations to represent his love for astronomy. On the front of the mug showed a small version of Logan's logo of the brain and glasses, under it was cursive letters that said "Logan"
Patton let out a soft 'Woah' as he looked at the mug. Virgil even looked impressed. Best of all Logan looked at it with wonder and a sparkle of love in his eyes. As he processed the cup and the hidden meanings behind it, he slowly let a smile fill his face.
"This is certainly ideal...and has excellent craftsmanship" he tells Roman, extremely impressed with it as he turned it, looking at each of the constellations. He set it down on the coffee table before standing.
Roman's grin turned into confusion and slowly into shock when Logan gave him a firm and quick hug. He pulled away quickly- as Logan hated physical contact.
"Thank you, Roman" Logan told the creative side.
Roman couldn't have grinned wider.
Roman grinned at the cup. He reached down and picked up Logan's bookmark and set it between the pages of his book. He closed it gently and pushed in the chair. He picked up the empty tea cup and the book to put them away. Roman set the book on the table beside the couch, knowing that's where Logan usually resided in the evenings.
Roman headed back to the kitchen and cleaned out the mug. He set the mug back in the cupboard next to his own.Roman returned to the table and went to Patton's things. The plate was covered in syrup yet no pancakes were left. Roman picked up Patton's mug.
Patton's mug was the easiest to figure out what to put on it. Patton was more open with his emotions and about things he loved.
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Roman looked at Logan, "No problem, friendo!" He told the logical side and patted his shoulder.
Patton snagged the cup to look at it, sitting cross-legged on the floor by Roman's feet. Logan sat on the couch like a normal person. Virgil perched on the coffee table- as the kid liked to find places you're not supposed to sit and sit there. Roman sat back down on the couch, the opposite side of where Logan sat. Roman pulled out a pale blue box with yellow ribbon around it. Patton gasped and set Logan's cup down after looking at it. Embarrassingly hasty, Logan snatched the mug back.
Roman handed Patton the box while Patton bounced excitedly. Patton was less neat with the box and ripped it open like a child. He tore the gold sparkled tissue paper out and ripped out his own mug.
"Its SO beautiful!" Patton screamed, "I love it!" He hugged the mug to his chest.
This mug wad a pale blue with yellow boarders on the rim of it. The handle was also yellow. It had white clouds everywhere white kitten faces. On the front was a rainbow and under the rainbow's arch was Pattons logo- a heart with glasses. In a gold print it said 'Patton' in cursive.
Roman laughed as Patton squealed over his gift. Patton stared down at it and started rambling about everything on it.
"Oh my gosh there are kitties! And clouds!! And look at the rainbow! There's my name!" He gasped at the porcelain piece of work. Roman grinned widely. He had never been happier to see his work be appreciated and loved by his fellow sides. Patton set the mug down before springing off the floor and tackling Roman in a hug. Roman let out a soft 'oof' yet laughed with Patton.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" The childish father figure repeated as he squeezed Roman. Roman hugged him back loosely.
"I am overly joyed you like it Patton!" He tells him. Patton eventually pulled away and nodded viciously.
"Its perfect!" He giggled quieter as he grabbed the mug and skipped to the kitchen to put something in it.
Roman watched him go then looked down at the two other sides. Virgil and Logan were watching Patton with adoring expressions as he hummed and poured tea
Roman grinned and picked up the plate, fork and bottle of syrup. He gripped the lightly colored mug and headed back to the kitchen. He ran the dishes under the water before finding a sponge and making sure all the sugary substances were off all of it.
After so, Roman returned the plate and the fork back to their own cupboards and drawers, and the syrup back to the pantry. Lastly Roman opened the cup cupboard and placed Patton's mug neatly next to Logan's.
Roman shut the doors to it gently. He looked over and saw just Virgil's lonely mug sitting at the table.
Roman walked over to it, picked up the mug, and turned it in his hand. Virgils was decently easy to come up with yet took the longest to actually make.
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Roman, Logan and Virgil waited for Patton to return. The happy heart bounced back quickly but with his mug full of tea and lots of sugar. Virgil began to slowly move backwards and shrink into himself. The anxious side knew he was next for gift receiving and started to feel anxious about it.
Roman grinned at the side, "Come over here, you emo nightmare" he waved him over.
Virgil hissed at him.
"Calm down there, black panther, ill come over to you" Roman laughed as he pulled out a dark purple box with black ribbon. He stood and extended his arm to Virgil who carefully took ahold of the box.
Virgil gently placed the box in his lap and carefully removed the ribbon, before gently tearing into the paper. He opened the plain box underneath to reveal black tissue paper with purple and blue sparkles in it.
Virgil lifted a mug out of the box, similar to the others. Virgil's mug was hand painted all different purples to make an ocean. Roman spent the longest on this one, getting every small detail perfect of the scene. The front of the cup had Virgil's logo and in cursive silver letters it read 'Virgil' under it.
Everyone was silent for a moment as they looked at the mug. Roman curled back a little with insecurity.
"I-I know its not your style or anything but I know your favorite color is purple! And plus you're like an ocean- deep and mysterious and uh....beautiful" Roman's face was rising in heat as the other sides stared at him. Virgil's eyes widened before he looked away from Roman. The creative side panicked and quickly moved on.
"Plus!" He said overly loud and let our a nervous chuckle, "Photos of nature, like the ocean, is supposed to calm anxiety... So...yeah.." Roman explained himself. He was so proud of Virgil's but he was feeling so incredibly insecure about it now that he was getting so little response.
Virgil suddenly sniffed. Everyone’s eyes shot to him.
"I hate you" Virgil told Roman. Roman's heart dropped, dread filling his body. He was so convinced Virgil would like it- now he just made Virgil hate him more then he did before.
Virgil wiped his eyes, "Its beautiful and I love it" he tells the other sides. You could visibly see relief in all their expressions.
Roman was so confused, "Then why do you still hate me so?" He asked Virgil. The kid wiped his face and looked up at Roman. He had a genuine grin on his face.
"You're ruining my tough dark persona by giving me such a thoughtful gift" he confessed and let out a gentle chuckle. He looked down at the mug with a grin and held it close.
Roman smirked, "Tough and dark? You're wearing a Santa hat and a Christmas sweater"
The sides erupt in laughter. They were all so sincerely happy.
Roman chuckled out loud to himself as he looked at the mug. He pushed in the anxious side's chair in and walked to the kitchen sink. He gently set the cup down, letting a soft 'clink' echo through the empty kitchen.
Roman picked up a rag and dampened it. He made his way back to the table and wiped it down. Once it was adequately cleaned he returned to the sink. He poured out the now cold coffee and cleaned out the cup. He was careful to clean it properly.
He dried off the mug and walked to the cup cabinet. He swung open the door and placed Virgil's mug next to the other 3 to complete the set. Roman grinned at them, seeing all 4 of the mugs lined up.
Roman looked at his own mug, reaching in and pulling it out. He had made it himself aswell. He cradled it in his hand.
Roman frowned at it.
Flashback
Roman's laughter died down eventually and Virgil placed his mug too the side. Roman stood up, happy to have finally gifted the sides his creations.
"Do you want to know what else is quite awesome?" He asked the other sides.
"Nothing can be more cool them these incredible cups! We can have a big T party!" Patton giggles as Logan groaned.
Roman chuckled at the father figure, "This may not be as cool as you're mug but I believe its absolutely perfect in every way" he told them dramatically. He heard a giggle from Patton and a grunt from Virgil.
Roman reached into the bag and pulled out a fourth mug.
This mug was all white with gold glitter spread thinly around it. The rim was spiked up to make a crown-like shape at the top. The crown was gold and had shiney gems on the front and around it- all of them red. The front of the mug had Roman's logo on it- the red crest with a castle on it. Under it, it read 'Roman' in cursive letters.
Roman beamed.
Logan snorted, "Typical"
Roman's smile faltered. He looked at Virgil who smirked, "Made yourself a Christmas gift? That's a new low" he mumbled and looked down at his own mug.
Roman's smile faded, "I didn't make it for myself! I mean well-" he was cut off.
"Who did you make it for then?" Logan asked with a teasing grin on his face. Roman knew they probably didn't mean it but he still felt hurt by their accusations. He never tried to be self centered, he always pushed to care for others. He was the romantic side- he felt empathy any sympathy and always did his best to woo his fellow friends. He hated being accused of being full of himself.
"Well, me. But not because I-" Roman tried to respond but was cut off again.
Virgil chuckled, "Of course he made one for himself" he commented.
Patton grinned, "I think its cute!!" He added into the conversation.
Logan shrugged, "Its a bit...uh...narcissistic- I mean self absorbed- I mean odd" he admitted and fixed his glasses.
Virgil shrugged and leaned back, "Only making us mugs so you can have one too? Tsk tsk, Prince" Virgil teased as he 'shook shame' at him with his fingers.
Suddenly there was a loud ding.
Patton gasped, "Cookies are done!" He yelled and jumped up. Virgil and Logan started chatting about the upcoming cookies and weather or not Patton has burned them.
Roman looked down at his own mug silently, suddenly hating the work in his hands. He admired it for a moment, "I made it so we could all match...like A family" he muttered but it was too quiet to be audible. The other sides continued to chat as Roman set the object aside.
Roman felt his eyes sting, remembering how he felt at that time. He burrowed his eyebrows together and scrunched up his nose to avoid letting the tears fall. Roman closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He gripped the mug tightly and ran his other hand over top of it.
When the creative side opened his eyes and looked at his mug, it was now blank. The sparkly, golden and colorful mug was now just a simple white mug- all of its designs gone.
He let out a sigh and placed the white mug on a shelf above where it sat before. The now white cup sat next to the rest of their plain mugs and apart from the three special ones on the shelf below. It blended in too well for Roman's liking.
Roman looked at the 3 mugs without the 4th one. It looked better now.
Roman gently shut the cupboard and let out a deep breath, feeling an anvil in his heart weighing him down. He took one last look around the empty room before heading back to his room.
He was too busy thinking he didn't notice how transparent his hands had become.
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okaystraykids-blog · 6 years ago
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don’t go; it’s a mighty long fall
2 out of ??
Genre: fluff/angst/school .. 
Seems like it’s going to turn out to be a hyunjin ff but we’ll see
WARNING: some mature themes
| the start of part two |
"Hey Alice, can we sit with you?"
The words echoed in my head and I just stared at Hyunjin as he inquired. The four boys just blinked awkwardly, and I realized they were waiting for an answer. "Sorry, no. I kind of want to stay alone." I kind of glanced away from Hyunjin, and my eyes caught Changbin’s, he was looking at me intently, a wondering expression on his face. The sound of chairs moving disrupted my thoughts, the guys had sat down, Hyunjin on one side of me, Changbin on the other. "I thought I told you no." "You did, but I don't really care." Hyunjin chuckled, pulling out a bento box containing his lunch. I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into the palms of my hands. Please get me through this. I glanced up around the cafeteria and my eyes unwillingly landed on the biggest asshole and reputable fuckboy, in the school, Lio. Lio raised his eyebrows, and winked at me. Turning back to his friends with a sly smile. I could feel my cheeks getting red. This is exactly why I don't hang out with people, I hate attention. Especially from someone like Lio. "Who's he?" Someones voice made me jump. Chan was looking at me questioningly. "Uh, just some fuckboy. He has a big reputation and basically owns the school." "Seems like a fun guy." Jisung scoffed. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I sat with my arms close by my sides, nibbling on my sandwich. I don't like eating with people watching me, it makes my anxiety spike. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore, my skin felt like it was on fire and my hands were trembling. It wasn't like the boys were talking about weird stuff, they were talking about normal boy things, but I just couldn't take being around that many people anymore. I slid my chair back and walked out, not noticing I forgot my book.
By the end of the day I was drained, that lunch took a lot of energy out of me. It was the end of the day, and I was heading to the bus when Chan suddenly called out to me, "Alice! Want a ride?" I shook my head no, and gave a weak smile. I lived alone at the moment, my parents were working out of the city and my siblings were all older and moved out. Chan nodded and turned away. I watched him as he went and eventually I saw him and the 3 others driving away in a large, fancy, SUV. I walked down the steps and saw a familiar group of boys, Lio and his friends. I passed a cloud of vape smoke and shook my head slightly. We get it, you vape. "I'm gonna ask-" "Dude she's boring, she doesn't party-" "I'ma change that." I tried to ignore it but before I could even get down the last step, Lio's caramel raspy voice called out to me. "Hey, it's Alice, right?" I glanced back at him, nodding softly. "There's a party tomorrow after school. You should come." The way he said it made me realize, he wasn't asking, he was telling; if there was one thing I knew not to do, it was not to piss of Lio Drew. I hated that it was a short week and there was no school Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. I've never been to a party, and I knew Lio and his friends were all 18, but I was 17 so I didn't expect to do much. "I guess... yeah sure." I started walking away and overheard again. "Damn you did it bro." "I did, and I'm gonna have a good time tomorrow night." I shook my head, What have I gotten myself into.
MESSAGE RECEIVED 8:45PM
[Changbin] hey a, how was ur day?
[Me] iffy. 
[Changbin] iFFy IFFy yEaH YEaH iFFy IffY YeAh
[Me] I JUSt ChokED On An ICeCuBe LMAO
[Changbin] i gotta go, but have a good night! there's a party on tuesday, u coming?
[Me] ahh, nah probably not. gn though
[Changbin] :(
Even the guys are going? Wow. That's just perfect. 
I was just about to go to sleep when my phone buzzed off, it was an Instagram notification.
LIO_REAL Followed you
LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message
OPEN MESSAGE?
YES/NO
(LIO_REAL)
hey there ce, i hope you can make it, the parties at 10, here's the address 
xxx-xx AVE.
I closed my phone, oh god, now I have the biggest fuckboy in the school following me, and he gave me a nickname. This is wonderful. The clock beside my table read 9:24 PM and I finally was able to go to sleep.
The next day I was ready early, just wearing black jeans with slits in the knees, and a tighter than usually fitting maroon tee shirt. Because of this, I was able to catch an early bus. When I arrived, much to my surprise, Changbin and the others were there sitting out front. Changbin looked pretty good I begrudgingly have to admit. Hyunjin too. They looked like they walked right out of a music video. I attempted to sneak by, but Jisungs voice rang out across the quiet morning air. "Alice!" I turned to him and plastered a smile on my face. Damn how I loved his mullet. I walked over to them, sitting on one of the steps. "So," started Chan, "I heard Lio Drew invited you to his party tonight." Both Hyunjin and Changbin looked up at me in shock. I shrugged, looking down. "I guess you could say that... I might not go. I haven't decided yet." Chan raised his eyebrows questioningly, he may have just transferred here but even he knows that when Lio Drew invites you somewhere, you don't say no. I nodded slowly, standing up as it got closer to the bell for first period. "I'm going to go, I have to go to art." Hyunjin jumped up, "we're both going there. I'll come with you." I was about to refuse his company, but something about how genuine his smile was made me grin and nod, "Okay." The whole way to class he was rambling about how his friends and him are making music and how back in Korea his family was moving, and just random things. I was feeling anxious for some reason, and everything he said just went in one ear, out the other. "Alice, can I get your Snapchat and maybe give it to the guys?" I paused for a moment... "Um well I guess so."  After I gave him my Snap we continued walking, and as we turned the corner, Lio and his friends were laughing and walking down the hall towards us. Lio saw me, and stared me down, a smirk on his face. He glanced at Hyunjin on the other side of me, who was adorably oblivious. As he passed, his hand sneakily reached out and grabbed my ass. I gasped, turning to face him but he was already rounding the corner. I could feel my entire body burning and I started to tremble. What the fuck. No one has ever bothered me until I started hanging out with Hyunjin and them. Lio has never even spared me a glance. This is all their fault, It's Changbin's fault.
LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message
OPEN MESSAGE?
YES/NO
(LIO_REAL)
sorry bout that ;) my hand slipped. you better still be coming tonight, or i'll bother u more, luv.
I just stared at the message. I should have ignored them better... Hyunjin just looked at me. "Are you alright? Did he say something?" I felt terrible. Sick to my stomach. I just stared Hyunjin dead in the eyes, and walked away. I've never skipped before, but I couldn't handle being around him for two classes. I went to the lunchroom, sitting by the windows rather than my usual spot. My brain not fully comprehending that that was right beside where Lio and his friends usually sit.
[Changbin] im bored :( meet up with mee
[Me] im in class, not today
[Changbin] nO, nOt toDAYyy, nOnO noT toDaY
[Me] lol.
I continued to sit, staring outside, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. I slept for two class periods, each class 80 minutes long, and I finally woke up right as the lunch bell rang. When people started arriving, I didn't even turn to watch. Until Lio's voice interrupted my train of thought. "Well. Isn't this a surprise!" I spun around and found him sitting at the table behind me, his teeth biting down seductively on his lip. I slipped off the stool in an attempt to leave, but his foot swung out, blocking my way. "Stay." He said simply. Kicking out one of his less important henchmen. "Sit." I could feel eyes on me and I had no choice but to obey. It was obey, or become the victim of abuse from everyone in school. Lio eyed me up and down and waited till I sat down. I glanced to the door and saw Hyunjin walk in, followed by Chan, Jisung and lastly, Changbin. They paused and looked at me sitting with Lio, surprised. Chan was looking at Lio with a frown. Lio noticed that look and proceeded to lean across the table. Before I knew it, his lips were next to my ear and he whispered, "I'm excited for tonight baby-girl." I felt repulsed. I slammed my chair back, grabbed my bag, and walked out. Fuck this school. Fuck Lio.
At 10:00 PM I was laying in my bed watching YouTube, when my phone buzzed. It was a snap from Hyunjin,
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I let out an awkward squeak, holy shit he's so pretty. I was about to respond when I suddenly got an Instagram notification...
LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message
OPEN MESSAGE?
YES/NO
(LIO_REAL)
where are you. 
(OKAYALICE)
im not coming, lio. 
(LIO_REAL)
if u dont come, im gonna fucking ruin the rest of senior year for you. i swear on it. 
I stared down at my phone, my heart racing. Is this not blackmail? I glanced out the outfit I had previously put on my bed, and I groaned. "Well. Fuck it." I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a decently tight, short, black, skirt and a silver crop top that just covered my belly button. My outfit wasn't complete until I put on my converse. My makeup was different than usual. I was wearing dark red lipstick and I had eyeliner on. I checked the clock. 10:45 PM. Well, fashionably late I guess.
When I arrived outside the house, I could feel the ground booming from the music and I was surprised it hadn't gotten shut down yet. I started walking up the driveway. Already seeing wasted teenagers. It wasn't much better inside. People were everywhere, making out, drinking, smoking, dancing. I thought to myself,
maybe this was a mistake.
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tidsoptlmist · 7 years ago
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Walmart - G.D.
Authors note: this probably sucks ass but im gonna post it anyway so enjoyyyyy
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Summary: Based on the writing prompt: “I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me”
▸ MASTERLIST 
In contrast to what felt like everyone else in the world, you never liked Fridays. For you, Fridays consist of two lectures of 4 hours each by Professor Thompson (a 100-something year old with a monotone voice). And after those dreadful lectures you still had to work from 7pm till midnight at the 24-hour Walmart down the street.
This Friday had been an exceptionally bad Friday. You woke up with a sore throat, spilled your coffee all over your new sweater - which almost  made you late for class since you had to change shirts and when you finally got into the right lecture hall, you found out you forgot all your writing utensils at home.
So, it didn’t come as a surprise to that you were in a awful mood by the time you were making your diner (macaroni and cheese). After a quick meal, where - of fucking course - you burned your lip, you changed into your work clothes, grabbed your keys and phone and left your room.
The only good thing about this Friday was that it wasn’t raining during your walk from the campus to the Walmart. But considering that you studied in Los Angeles, that wasn’t as much as a win as it could have been.
You walked into the store and checked in, dropped your keys and phone into your locker and walked to the schedule to see which cash register you had today.
‘Number 4 it is,’ you mumble to yourself as you walk to the right register. You type in your code on the computer and wait for your first customer. The first one of this Frightful Friday was a big lady with a happy face and blonde hair. She greeted you and placed her grocery’s on the register. You scanned all the things and asked if she’d like a bag. She didn’t need a bag; she brought her own. Her total amount was $43,55.
Time went by slowly. It’s not that busy, and, after what felt like years, you’re finally on your first break at 9pm. The only good thing about working Fridays is that there aren’t many staff members. So no meaningless awkward small talk!
After your break, time seemed to even go slower. There were about three consumers in the whole store and of course the all go to self checkout. You start to zone out. It’s close to 11pm now, which means just one hour left until you can leave. You start scraping the nail-polish of your thumb. Suddenly you’re loudly awoken from your daydream by a harsh voice.
‘Excuse me?! Are you deaf?!’ You look up into an aggressive face. It’s the face of a big man: he’s over 6ft and his arms are tatted and muscular.
‘I’m so sorry, how can I help you?’ you ask him nicely, trying not to sound as scared as you actually are.
‘I asked you where I could find the engine oil but I think firstly you need to get those ears checked out!’ He screams at your face. You look at him with big eyes.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t really know where to find that, maybe you could asks one of our stock clerks? I could summon one for you,’ you tell the man as calmly as you can.
‘You work here don’t you? Then why don’t you know where the fucking engine oil is?!’ Splatters of spit land on the register and tears are beginning to from behind your eyes. Fuck, you think, I can’t cry now!
‘I work as a cashier, I don’t know the store layout by heart. Asking a stock clerk would help you way faster. Like I said, I could call one for you right away!’ Your hand hovers to the phone on your right and you notice your hand is shaking.
‘Do you think I’m stupid or what? Don’t you think I already asked a stock clerk?!’ He growls at you.
Suddenly a new voice can be heard from behind the big men. ‘Don’t you think you’re being a little rude towards her? She said she doesn’t know and instead of walking aimlessly through the store with you, she offered you to call a clerk: whose job it is to know.’
A young man, around your age, emerges from behind the men.
‘Who the fuck asked you for your opinion, pretty boy?’ The men turns around to face the boy. And oh Lord, he was a pretty boy! He was around 6 feet, maybe a little taller. He had short dark hair, which looked messy - as if he had run his hand through it a bunch of times. He has broad shoulders and muscular arms. A dangly earring hung in his left ear and his hazel eyes looked angry at the men in front of your desk.
He is wearing a grey sweater with ‘DUKE UNIVERSITY’ written on it, along with two crossed lacrosse sticks. The sweater hugged his arms nicely and underneath his nike shorts came muscular thighs. In his hands he held a pack of a 100 colorful balloons, two packages of ramen noodles and a box with a dozen eggs.
‘No one asked you to be rude to her either!’ The boy looks a the man angry and clenches his jaw.
‘You know what?!’ The man turns to you angrily, ‘keep your fucking engine oil!’ He dumps the rest of his groceries and storms towards the exit.
The sound of breaking glass makes you tear your eyes of the man and look up. Only now you realize that the man was carrying a 12 pack of beer bottles. Only 3 of them survived the drop and beer is dripping from the register onto the ground. You quickly get up and grab the roll of paper towels from underneath the cashier. You walk around the register and kneel down to dry the beer off the ground. But firstly you try to pick up as many of the big glass as you can. A shadow falls over you and you look up. It’s pretty boy. He kneels down with you and starts helping to collect the glass.
‘You really don’t need to do that..’ You say and look up. Pretty boy smiles but keeps picking up broken glass. ‘I know, but I want to! You’ve had enough shit for today after having to deal with that asshole!’ You can feel your cheeks heating up and you quickly look down and grab some more glass.
‘Ouch!’ You cry out when you feel a sharp pain in your right pointer finger. A small cut becomes visible and you bit down your lip. Tears are beginning to from in your eyes.
‘Of-fucking-course!’ you mutter, ‘as if today couldn't get any worse!’ You grab some of the paper towels to wrap around your finger to stop the bleeding. A tear rolls down your cheek and you can feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. Here you are, sitting in spilled beer which you could have sold, with your finger cut open, crying in front of one of the hottest boys you’ll probably ever talk to.
‘Hey, don’t worry! Everything will be okay!’ You feel a strong hand on your shoulder. Pretty boy squeezes your shoulder in reassurance.
‘I’m so sorry!’ you say, wiping away the tear. ‘This is so embarrassing! It’s just.. I’ve had the worst day ever!’ You confess to him. You’re kinda surprised you’re telling this stranger about your day. This isn’t something you’d normally do. But today you have to.
‘It’s okay! Don’t worry! When does your shift end?’ Pretty boy asks you and you glance at the clock above the exit.
‘In two minutes,’ you tell him softly. Pretty boy smiles and you can see his perfectly white teeth - of course he has good teeth as well! Some people just have everything, don’t they?!
‘Great! Let’s clean this up and I’ll pay for my stuff and we’ll get some coffee at the McDonald’s across the street! I’m Grayson by the way,’ he puts out his hand for you to shake it.
‘I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Grayson.’ You smile at him while you shake his hand.
Grayson helps you clean the beer and glass, pays for his balloons, noodles and eggs and waits for you when you get your phone and keys from your locker. He also helps you put the plaster over the cut in your finger.
Together you walk to the McDonalds across the street. You both decide to get a McFlurry and eat it outside. The weather is nice, it’s been a hot day and it just started to cool down a little bit. You sit next to Grayson on the curb in silence, both eating your ice-cream, when you can’t stand the silence anymore.
‘So what brings you to the Walmart at 11 at night, buying balloons, ramen noodles and eggs?’ You ask Grayson. He laughs and takes one more bit from his ice-cream before he answers.
‘Me and my twin brother have a YouTube channel. We agreed I would get the props for the video we’ll be filming tomorrow but I forgot. So I waited for him to fall asleep, so I could go to the store real quick and now he’ll never know I forgot to buy the things!’
You can't help but laugh, ‘Wait! There’s another boy who looks exactly like you?!’ You exclaim with a smile. Damn!
Grayson laughs and ruffles his hand through his hair, ‘Yea! His name is Ethan. He’s older but less funny so...’
You laugh out loud. ‘Wow he must be a funny as a funeral if he’s not as funny as you!’ Grayson puts his free hand over his heart as if he’s very offended.
You ask Grayson about his channel. He tells you about how Ethan and him got a warehouse where they film their videos and how he had been editing all day today.
‘I mean I really like editing videos, but it tires you out! I feel like I look like a zombie right now,’ he sighs and takes another bite of his McFlurry.
‘I think you look good! I mean if you look like this tired I don't even dare to imagine what you look like normally! Not that you don’t look hot right now! You’re very hot! I mean-’ you ramble. You can feel your cheeks and neck heating up in embarrassment. Dear mother Earth, please, swallow me whole now!
Grayson just chuckles at your discomfort. ‘You’re cute,’ he says softly. You almost choke in your ice-cream. And Grayson rubs your back, trying to help you catch your breath. It doesn’t help though, the places where his hand touched your back burn and tingle worse than your throat.
‘Do you want to come to the warehouse tomorrow? I can show you around and you can meet Ethan! I think you and him will like each other!’ Grayson asks you. ‘I can pick you put or I can give you the address?’ He says softly.
‘I’d love to visit!’ You smile. Grayson smiles back you. ‘Okay, can I get your number? I’ll text you the address!’ He says, still smiling.
‘Smooth boy!’ You grin at him as your type your number into his iPhone X.
‘Fancy phone Mr-I-Do-YouTube-With-My-Twin-Brother!’ you nod at the phone as you give it back to him.
‘Might be one of the worst things I bought to be honest!’ Grayson chuckles, ‘I can’t even use the facial recognition; Ethan can get into my phone because of that! Apple hates twins!’
You laugh at that, ‘I guess so!’.
Once you finished your ice-creams and loads of stories, it’s almost 1:30am.
‘Do you want me to walk you back to campus?’ Grayson asks you. You act like you’re thinking about it, although you already know the answer. You don’t want the conversation with Grayson to end.
‘That’d be nice! Thank you,’ You smile at him and you lead the way back to the UCLA campus. The conversation between the two of your turns deeper and soon you’re deep into the midnight conversations topics about love, what the point of living is and death.
‘This is me...’ You say with pain in your stomach as you approach your room. ‘I wish we could talk longer...’ You confess.
‘Same!’ Grayson says, ‘but we’ll hang out tomorrow!’ He smiles, which makes you smile too.
‘That’s right.’
‘Good night Y/N! It was lovely meeting you.’ Grayson says, and you wish him good night.
Suddenly, he hugs you tightly. ‘I already can’t wait to see you again Y/N’ he whispers into your ear. Your heart skips a beat.
You wait in the doorway of your room until you can’t see him anymore. Then you lock your door and fall onto your bed. A buzz sound  makes you look up.
Unknown number: Hi Y/N! This is Grayson! Although it’s not the same midnight-talking, maybe we can midnight-text? X
sooooo yeahhh ..... i hope you liked it! leave a comment if you feel like it! 
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1. What is your full name? Crow Raven Cross
2. What is your nickname? Bird? xD
3. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius
4. What is your favorite book series? idek, i havent read a book in a while
5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? hELL YE 
6. Who is your favorite author?J.K. Rowling? 
7. What is your favorite radio station? Dont listen to radio
8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? ooo, mint?
9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? I say neat a lot so probs that
10. What is your current favorite song? The Moon Rises MLP bc Im a nerd
11. What is your favorite word? uh, fantabulous
12. What was the last song you listened to? Everything Black by Unlike Pluto
13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? supernatural
14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Beauty and the Beast
15. Do you play video games? yES
16. What is your biggest fear? Being alone
17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? My eyes
18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? everything else
19. Do you like cats or dogs better? kittiess
20. What is your favorite season? Winter
21. Are you in a relationship? nOPE
22. What is something you miss from your childhood? never had one xD
23. Who is your best friend? whats that
24. What is your eye color? Blue/green/gray
25. What is your hair color? Magenta/Pink
26. Who is someone you love? 
27. Who is someone you trust? A smol loaf
28. Who is someone you think about often? oof
29. Are you currently excited about/for something? yeah excited for sleep
30. What is your biggest obsession? youtube lmao
31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Icarly ftw
32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? probs a smol loaf I know
33. Are you superstitious? Ive seen some shit so ye
34. Do you have any unusual phobias? somtimes when looking at fire i picture what its like seeing everything burning, so, nah 
35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? behind 
36. What is your favorite hobby? eating butterscotch candy and hating myself 10/10
37. What was the last book you read? Alice in wonderland 
38. What was the last movie you watched? Black Butler Book of the Antlantic
39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? none but wanna play piano
40. What is your favorite animal? wolf or fox
41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? no idea, love you all the same~ <3
42. What superpower do you wish you had? shapeshift 
43. When and where do you feel most at peace? alone in the woods by a lake
44. What makes you smile? cute drawing/animals/being talked to ffs
45. What sports do you play, if any? Professional sleeper
46. What is your favorite drink? Shirley Temple or Cherry coke
47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? a few months ago? 
48. Are you afraid of heights? depends ig, but not really
49. What is your biggest pet peeve? someone constantly tapping
50. Have you ever been to a concert? yup
51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? nu
52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? dead, so I succeeded 
53. What fictional world would you like to live in? The world in Rwby
54. What is something you worry about? everything
55. Are you scared of the dark? nope
56. Do you like to sing? sometimes
57. Have you ever skipped school? all the time
58. What is your favorite place on the planet? my bed
59. Where would you like to live? anywhere in a forest
60. Do you have any pets? 1 doggo
61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? i mean, its 1:45AM so, totally early bird
62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? sunset
63. Do you know how to drive?  yup
64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? split between the two
65. Have you ever had braces? nope
66. What is your favorite genre of music? honestly any
67. Who is your hero? whoever invented hot pockets 
68. Do you read comic books? used to
69. What makes you the most angry? people blaming you for their problems :D
70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? real book
71. What is your favorite subject in school? English or art
72. Do you have any siblings? wish i didnt
73. What was the last thing you bought? a scooby doo shirt
74. How tall are you? 6′0
75. Can you cook? yuppers
76. What are three things that you love? roses, my pc, my bed
77. What are three things that you hate? shit only 3? people, flies, and uh, idek hot weather 
78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? honestly ive always had female friends, idk why i just get along with them better
79. What is your sexual orientation? pansexual
80. Where do you currently live? Arizona in the middle of nowhere, in a cabin in the woods
81. Who was the last person you texted? a bread loaf
82. When was the last time you cried? legit 5 minutes ago
83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? Achievement Hunter
84. Do you like to take selfies? no bc i look ugly, yes bc filters make me cute
85. What is your favorite app? instagram
86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? hope i never see them again :D
87. What is your favorite foreign accent? british
88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? disney world
89. What is your favorite number? 24
90. Can you juggle? nope
91. Are you religious? hail satan
92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? i guess??
93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? depends?
94. Are you allergic to anything? grass and coconut 
95. Can you curl your tongue? yas
96. Can you wiggle your ears? yup
97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? fairly often? 
98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? forest 
99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? die
100. Are you a good liar? depends ;p
101. What is your Hogwarts House? Ravenclaw 
102. Do you talk to yourself? yea
103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? hARD INTROVERT
104. Do you keep a journal/diary? used to
105. Do you believe in second chances? depends really, i give too many bc im stupid but, no longer
106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? go buy starbucks 
107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? lately, nope
108. Are you ticklish? yup
109. Have you ever been on a plane? yep
110. Do you have any piercings? nu but i want some
111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Ruby Rose
112. Do you have any tattoos? no but wantt
113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? going back to a store 20 minutes before they close to buy a hat
114. Do you believe in karma? yep
115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? glasses
116. Do you want children? kinda
117. Who is the smartest person you know? the mouse that keeps avoiding the traps in my house
118. What is your most embarrassing memory? friend walked in on me playing with my butt and just squishing it, laughed at me for 3 days straight 
119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? 3 days ago, when i slept finally last night
120. What color are most of you clothes? black
121. Do you like adventures? yES
122. Have you ever been on TV? nu
123. How old are you? 17
124. What is your favorite quote? “You are the cause of your own future”
125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? sweet
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250 Headcanons (Part 4)
I bet you thought you’d seen the last of these.  Headcanons #151-200.  These cover from Annabeth’s time in college, to her death, as well as a little extra.  You’ll see what I mean if you make it to the end of this.  
151. One of the general education requirements at the university in New Rome has to deal with an Ancient Roman history course, and how they’ve evolved over time, how things have changed and stayed the same, and how the past repeats itself, etc.  Being the good Greek demigod that she is, Annabeth spends most of the class creating edited versions of notes that contradict half of what the professor’s saying.  The myths that were so obviously stolen from the Greek tradition get the most heavy handed treatment, with Annabeth opting to continue telling it the way she knows.  After all, it’s based on her culture, so it has to be more accurate than whatever the Romans turned it into.  Since most of the tests in the class are short and long essay response questions, Annabeth ends up not doing too well in that course because of the fact she refuses to change her perspective on Rome and its history.  Her final paper in the class has about half a page about Roman history/mythology, comparing it to its Greek counterparts, before she spends the rest of it detailing where the narrative is completely wrong, citing sources like “my mother, the goddess, Athena,” and “Chiron, trainer of heroes,” and “former Praetor Jason Grace, who met this guy and said he was a dick.”  The last one, she found, was really hard to cite in APA format.
152.  Although Annabeth does have friends in New Rome (Reyna, Frank, Hazel, and the occasional appearance by Jason), she never feels quite right there.  She knows that most of the others living there don’t think twice about having her around, but there’s still an underlying prejudice with many of the younger demigods still at Camp Jupiter.  It’s enough to make her want to move back to New York after one year.  But, the credits at New Rome don’t really transfer to any other university, and Annabeth can’t stand the idea of feeling like she wasted her time there.  So, she agrees to stick it out for the next three and reevaluate at the end of it where they want to live.
153.  She spends those next three years drawing up plans for New Athens in her spare time and working with Chiron via IM on how to make it a reality.  At first the centaur seemed hesitant, because camp was never intended to become a permanent home.  But, with demigods living longer and Camp Jupiter having such a well working structure, Chiron knows he really has no choice but to give in.  Through some “anonymous funding” provided by the Olympian gods, the camp is able to buy more land and expand its borders for the creation of a new town.  The Athena Parthenos is moved to where the gates of the new city will be, and Annabeth almost hates that she’s not there to see its symbolic new placement.  Almost.
154.  At the college in New Rome, passwords have to be changed every 180 days.  It’s a supid rule, and Annabeth has to get IT to reset her account for her once because she forgets and lets it expire.  But, each year, she sets up her passwords based around a “theme” in the hopes they’ll be easier to remember.  (Although so many people are amazed at the things Annabeth can remember, passwords just don’t seem to be among them).  Her first year is pretty simple, just naming her friends and adding a number at the end of it.  The next few years have themes including favorite Disney characters, famous architects, and superheroes.
155.  Annabeth has never liked the taste of coffee. Ways to keep her going after pulling all-nighters usually include a lot of exercise and Dr. Pepper.  She also has very specific stages that she goes through whenever she hasn’t slept that are, in order: drunk sounding Annabeth, giggly Annabeth, sarcastic/sassy Annabeth, flat out mean Annabeth, and finally dead girl walking Annabeth.
156.  The first place she starts to design for New Athens is the home she wants to live in with Percy.  It’s completed in bits in pieces, because she keeps trying to hide it from him, which is definitely a task that is easier said than done.  He keeps trying to sneak up behind her or steal her blueprints away, just to see what is taking her away from him that he knows isn’t school work.  Somehow though, she manages to keep it tucked safely away, in a tube with a pen mark down the side that she stashes with her old Olympus sketches.
157.  She will drop anything and everything to have her head and/or neck rubbed. 
158.  Annabeth also is just a really good artist in general.  Like, she’s great at proportions and angles from her years of trying to train as an architect.  But, it transfers over into other subject matter as well.  Her notebooks are filled with doodles in the corners that look way more detailed than something absentmindedly drawn during lectures.  
159.  Since her mom is also the goddess of crafts, Annabeth tries to take up knitting over a winter break, watching Youtube tutorial videos to try and get good at it.  Although she can make a pretty wicked scarf, her hats kind of look deformed.  But, that doesn’t stop her from making them for nearly everyone that she comes in contact with.  It’s therapeutic, to be able to work with her hands and continue to create things instead of feeling like she’s only tearing them down.  And making hats and scarves take so much less time than watching a building rise from the ground up.  So it definitely provides the more immediate satisfaction while she’s waiting for her more major projects to come to fruition.
160.  Annabeth cannot cook to save her life.  She made it a point to learn how to make cupcakes, but that’s as far as her ability in the kitchen goes.  Everything else ends up burnt or not completely done.  Then, when Annabeth tries to cook it/bake it longer, then it just ends up burning.
161.  Ham, pineapple and extra black olives is her pizza of choice.  However, due to the fact she seems to be the only one on the side of pro-pineapple, and her boyfriend’s insistence that the pineapple taints the pizza entirely, she just settles for olives on her half of the pizza. 
162.  Literally always cold.  It doesn’t matter that they spend the majority of the year in California, Annabeth always has some sort of jacket or sweater on her.  She walks around her apartment with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and sleeps with her socks on because she swears that it keeps her warmer.
163.  Annabeth is that person who always dresses up for class.  Well, not necessarily dresses up, but is careful to make sure she looks professional at all times.  Literally the second she gets home though, it’s goodbye pants and hello oversized sweatshirt.  If there are going to be any plans to go out to eat dinner, or hang out in the city, those have to be made between classes or immediately after she walks through the door.  Because the second she changes out of her clothes, that’s it for the day.
164.  The first year that Percy and Annabeth live together brings back a lot of the bickering from their younger days.  And sometimes, that bickering can spiral out of control and have them in full on fights.  The argument that crops up the most definitely has to do with household chores.  Annabeth is used to having a certain level of cleanliness.  It helps her to stay focused it there’s not a huge mess everywhere.  Percy, on the other hand, does not seem to be quite as phased by it.  Fed up, she decides to try and institute a chore wheel, but it ends up causing more problems and neither of them pay much attention to it.  But, they never think to take it down off its place on the fridge.  So, it stays there pretty much the entire time they live in that apartment.
165.  She owns three calendars.  One is a little planner that she keeps in her backpack, one is hanging up on the wall by her desk, and one is huge and actually sits on her desk.  Although the same information is written in pretty much all three, the constant reminders and hope of seeing it makes it more likely that Annabeth will complete a task that’s set out for her.  Everything is also color coded.  School assignment due dates and tests are in red, family events are in blue, social events are in green, appointments are in purple, demigod related things are in orange, and anything else that might pop up is in pink.
166.  Annabeth gets a job her second year of living in New Rome working at a cafe.  She has to be up way too early for her liking, but she always has been an early riser so it’s not too hard to make the adjustment.  Besides, it means that she’s done with her shift by the time her classes start, giving her ample time in the evenings to work through her homework as well as her plans for New Athens.  She walks around all day smelling like coffee though, and it’s enough to make her never want to get near the stuff when she finally quits a few months before graduation.
167.  Growing up at camp, Annabeth’s used to eating pretty healthy.  However, that does not mean she can’t inhale junk food like the next person.  Her favorite non-healthy snack has to be chocolate covered peanuts (specifically, Goobers, but she’s not super picky on that).  On the flip side, she doesn’t really like peanut M&Ms.  Despite the fact that people have tried to convince her they’re basically the same thing, she’ll have none of it.  She claims that the candy coating gives the M&Ms a completely different flavor and basically refuses to eat them.
168.  There’s only one movie that Annabeth has ever cried at: Dinsey’s Hercules.  And, it didn’t even start until she was in her teens.  Even in college and beyond, she spends the entire film pointing out things that the movie got wrong.  But, the last ten minutes of it has her tearing up every single time.
169.  Annabeth is a Slytherin.  She also thinks that the people who combine houses (Slytherclaws, Gryffinpuffs, etc.) are just lying to themselves to make them feel better.
170.  Annabeth and Percy end up adopting two dogs from a nearby animal shelter.  They definitely went with the intention of only getting one, because their apartment was still small, and they were super busy all the time.  But, they couldn’t decide between two and ultimately decided to just get both of them.  Since there were two, each of them decided they got to rename one each.  So Otis and Aramis Jackson were added to the clan.
171.  Annabeth’s eyesight starts to get really poor during her sophomore year of college.  She dealt with it being slightly fuzzy, too stubborn to get her eyes checked out, for more than a year before finally giving in.  While she thanks the gods that she’s allowed to get contacts from the get go, her back up glasses have large, black frames and she feels sufficiently like a dork when she has to wear them.
172.  They’re juniors in college the first time the question of marriage is seriously discussed.  It’s Christmas break, and they're spending a weekend at her dad’s before Percy’s family flies in to celebrate the holiday.  Her stepmom meant it as a joke when she asked when they were getting married, and everyone--including Percy--looks stunned with Annabeth answers: “the summer after we graduate, that Saturday in the weird week where July becomes August.”  She says it without even looking up from the piece of chicken that’s she cutting, and is genuinely confused at everyone’s expression when she does look up.
173.  That same night, after everyone goes to bed, Percy asks her if she was being serious about what she said at dinner.  Annabeth responds in the affirmative, explaining how she felt like it went along with the whole idea that she wanted to be married young.  And, she wants to change her last name before she makes her mark in the mortal architectural world so that when she becomes a sort of “brand,” she’ll be restricted from doing that.  Since everything in their life happens in the summer, it only made sense that they’d get married then and she picked the weekend closest to the middle of their birthdays.  He acts all offended for about half a second, claiming that he can’t believe she made all these plans without even asking her to marry him, but they’re both a little too giddy at the prospect of actually getting married for them to believe it’s actually genuine.  Their laughter only grows when Annabeth gets down on one knee and asks him to marry her, slipping his college ring onto his ring finger to keep up the charade.
174.  Technically, they get engaged twice.  The first time, when Annabeth proposed with a college ring and it’s the time that she swears is the official start of their engagement.  The second time takes another year to crop up, and they’ve already started planning their wedding when Percy slides the engagement ring onto her hand.  It’s the second time that he swears is the official start of the engagement.
175.  In high school, the running gag was that if Percy didn’t graduate, then he couldn’t come to New Rome with her.  Of course, it was a ridiculous thing to say, because they both knew that no matter what happened, she would not be leaving him behind.  In college, the running gag becomes that if he doesn’t graduate, then he won’t get to marry her.  Of course, it proves to be just as ridiculous as their old gag, and not just because they’ve already put their deposit down on the venue.
176.  She designed exactly four structures for New Athens before deciding it wasn’t worth trying to do it all on her own.  She would go insane.  So, Annabeth handed over her designs and basic outline of the town to the Athena campers living at camp.  Those campers team up with the Hephaestus cabin to work on the city, careful to make sure each of Annabeth’s designs--including the house she made for herself and Percy--go into the final construction of the city.  It’s not ready to move into when they graduate college, but it’s closer than anything Annabeth could have achieved on her own.
177.  When they graduate from college, it’s a huge ordeal.  They have their friends from both camps come out, Percy’s family flies in, Annabeth’s family (including Magnus and two of his friends) shows up, and most of them end up crashing in their tiny apartment.  It’s cramped, and you can’t walk two steps without stepping on someone at night, but it’s great.  They have a barbecue after the ceremony, and the entire day is spent laughing and reminiscing on the various instances that made everyone doubt either Percy or Annabeth would end up as college graduates.  All through the day, Nico keeps shooting her strange glances, like he suspects something, but never voices a concern.  The party lasts for an entire weekend, and when people finally start leaving, they all express excitement at reuniting again in New York in a few months for the wedding.
178.  They decided to move back to New York after graduation.  Although Annabeth liked being close to her family and the safety of New Rome, neither of them felt they were truly at home.  So, two weeks after graduation, Percy and Annabeth pack as many of their belongings as they can into their car, and drop off the rest with Frederick, who promises to mail them soon.  It’s a long trip that’s only supposed to take four days, but because they’re who they are and constantly need breaks, monster attacks, and a weird case of car sickness from Annabeth, it ends up taking them almost twice that long.  Percy ends up having to drive most of it because Annabeth is exhausted or has a headache for most of the trip, and spends as much of it as she can sleeping.
179.  Since they don’t have an apartment when they move back to the city, Percy and Annabeth move back into his old room at Sally’s until they find one they like.  It’s still small and not in the best part of the city, but it’s theirs and her dad insists that he doesn’t mind helping them out a little.  At least, it’ll do until Annabeth’s job becomes more than just an internship and Percy finishes up with the final three courses that he has to take in order for his teaching license to be compatible with New York’s teaching requirements.
180.  She’s never been good at taking medication.  It doesn’t matter if there’s people there to remind her to do it, or if she puts post it notes up everywhere to try and get herself to take it.  It’s just one of those things that slips her mind.  It was the case when her stepmom put her on medication for her ADHD, and now, it’s the case with her birth control.  And it’s hard for her pills to work if she never takes them.  Which might be why she finds out she’s pregnant a little over a month before her wedding day.
181.  She absolutely does not want to invite any part of their godly family, and insists that they won’t even show up if they are invited.  But, Piper convinces her that it’ll be a slight if they don’t get invited to it, so Annabeth eventually relents.  Her invitation to Hera though has to be mailed a week later by Percy when Annabeth insists that it got “lost.”  However, due to the fact that Hera is the goddess of marriage, he vetoes her in saying that it’s asking for trouble if they don’t have her come.  Everyone is surprised when most of the gods RSVP with a yes.
182.   I keep seeing people saying Percy and Annabeth’ll get married at Camp and I’m like... no.  Okay here we go.  They get married at Montauk, and there’s this place called like the Navy Beach House or something, and it’s super nice and expensive but Frederick insists on paying for it because he knows that this is what Annabeth wants.  And he hasn’t really felt like he’s been able to really give her anything she wants before, so this is something that he goes all out for.  Also keep in mind, mortals can’t enter camp, and there is no way that Percy and Annabeth would get married without Sally, Paul, and baby Blofis around.  They want it to be a small thing, but of course, what Percy and Annabeth want and what usually happens end up being in complete contrast with each other.  It’s another huge party, with people from both camps coming in, basically all the gods showing up in human-esque form, the hunters of Artemis showing up (but they kind of have to, since Thalia’s in the wedding), in addition to the mortal sides of both their families.  The gods put up a protective border for the day, because that many demigods in one place would definitely draw monsters.  And Aphrodite has been waiting for this day since Percy and Annabeth were eleven, so no one is messing it up unless they want to deal with her wrath.  It’s great, but there’s so much preparation and planning and hugging relatives that it seems to go by in a blur.  Annabeth is sufficiently disappointed when the only piece of wedding cake she gets is the piece that Percy smashed in her face.
183.   She manages to keep the whole pregnancy thing a secret from everyone (except she’s like 85% sure Sally knows something’s up, and Nico definitely knows.  Turns out he can sense new life just like he can sense people dying and that’s why he gave her the weird looks at the graduation).  It’s during the reception that she just writes “I’m pregnant” on a napkin that she passes to Percy before walking off to go greet more guests.  The look he gives her when she finally makes eye contact again is priceless.
184.  She changes her last name to Jackson as soon as she can after they get back from the honeymoon.  Piper gave her some grief about it, claiming that it was giving into the patriarchy or something, but Annabeth didn’t care.  She finally was officially a part of a family that was going to be permanent and that was going to be there for her, no matter what.  Changing her last name to symbolize her belonging to that family was 100% her choice and something she’d decided on doing not long after her and Percy started talking about getting married.
185.  Annabeth wanted to get her master’s directly out of college and was even accepted into a program.  However, she decided to delay it due to the fact she was the idea of working, going to school, and taking care of a newborn seemed next to impossible.  Annabeth knows she’s incredible, but she’s not that incredible.  It actually gets pushed back a lot farther than she meant to, because all of their kids kind of end up being born back to back to back.  Eventually, she is able to go back to school when the youngest starts kindergarten, and gets her master’s degree, before going on to achieve her doctorate as well.
186.  They have three kids: two boys and a girl.  The first two were not planned.  The only reason they did decide to have a third was because of the whole ‘rule of three.’  Despite the fact that Annabeth proved it was a stupid law on her first quest, something about it still seemed safe.  So, they had one more.  It becomes a tradition for the next two kids that whenever Annabeth finds out she’s pregnant, she just writes it on a napkin and slips it to Percy at the end of dinner, before taking one of the kids to another room in their apartment.
187.  It’s after their second kid is born that New Athens is completed and they’re able to move back into the safety of camp borders, while still living as functioning adults.  It’s kind of a difficult commute for Annabeth for work, but she doesn’t care.  She likes living in a home she designed with her family.  And knowing their safe is worth the trip she has to take every day to get to the firm she works at.  When Annabeth got to take Percy around the house the first time after it was done, and explain the intricate details of it all and why she designed things certain ways, she was couldn’t stop bouncing on her feet as she walked.  They totally make out like teenagers in their newly finished kitchen before remembering that their kids are being watched by a few of Apollo’s kids in camp that probably should be relieved of their babysitting duties as soon as possible.
188.  Their youngest gets Percy’s water powers and he can’t properly control them until he’s about eight.  However, that doesn’t mean that his emotions don’t set them off.  Annabeth loses track of the number of times she gets doused in toilet water (to which Percy can’t help but laugh every time) and his siblings find themselves getting water from the faucet shooting straight at their faces every time there’s an argument.
189.  There are family Halloween costumes pretty much every year until their oldest is ten.  Some of Annabeth’s favorites include the Incredibles, Batman, the Scooby Doo gang, and the Addams Family.
190.  Due to the fact that both Percy and Annabeth are ADHD and dyslexic, all three of their kids have ADHD.  Only their daughter is not diagnosed with dyslexia and there are definitely tears of joy when Annabeth first hears her daughter read through a sentence without stumbling any more than any other child learning to read. 
191.  When each Jackson kid is six, they receive a plastic sword to begin learning to sword fight.  Granted, it probably seemed overkill, but all three of them definitely do still have a potent smell.  So, it’s necessary for them to learn how to fight.  After proving that they are capable of handling a blade and not hurting themselves (or pulling it on their siblings for the fun of it), they are given a real weapon, made especially for them by Tyson.  
192.  Board games, card games, and puzzles aren’t actually a thing that can go on in the Jackson household because everyone is so competitive about it.  Pieces go “missing” from puzzles because someone took it so they can put the last piece in.  Cards get traded below table tops to help someone win a hand.  Board games usually get tipped over “accidentally” when someone gets up to go to the kitchen for something to drink.  
193.  Annabeth falls asleep more at the kitchen table than she does in her own bed.  She gets wrapped up in some new project and insists on it being perfect.  So, even though she swears she’ll only be up for fifteen more minutes, there’s no telling what time Annabeth will actually pass out and Percy gave up trying to wake her up to come to bed about a year after they got married.  It just seemed that when he would wake her up, she’d murmur something about being awake enough to keep going and that she still definitely had five more minutes of work time left in her.
194.  She’s totally that mom who frightens teachers and coaches a like about her kids.  Like, when they make a mistake getting onto her kid for something that wasn’t their fault, or they take them out of a play when they’re clearly the best player on the team, Annabeth loses it.  She ends up banned from her daughter’s volleyball games for a year.
195.  When they take their kids to Disney for the first time, Annabeth is just as excited as any of the Jackson spawn.  She spends the entire time describing the inspiration for the facades of the buildings, as well as how the forced perspective is working.  She spends weeks planning their days down to the minute, factoring other potential plans for extra wait times, shorter wait times, etc. but ends up ditching all of it as soon as she rides Dumbo for the first time.  No one really understands why, but that is her ride.  They have to ride it first the two days they go to the Magic Kingdom during that trip.
196.   It’s not uncommon for either Percy or Annabeth to be asked to go out and escort a halfblood to camp.  Typically, they go as a team on the weekend, after dropping their kids off with Sally and Paul or letting them stay in their cabins at camp.  However, after getting a call from Chiron about a halfblood near by, Annabeth opted to take on the mission by herself.  After all, she’d be heading back close to camp’s borders at the end of the day anyway.  It only made sense to find the demigod and take them back with her.  But it wasn’t one demigod that she found.  There were three.  All kids under the age of twelve, and all looking absolutely terrified and banged up from a long journey.  There’s a rushed warning about something following them, and Annabeth decides then and there that it’s probably better to take them back to camp now instead of convincing them to hang out at work with her for the rest of the day first.  True to their word, there’s a cyclops on the trail of the three half bloods, who is ruthless in its attempts to hunt them down.  It destroys Annabeth’s car, and they’re but a few hundred feet from the protective borders of camp when she tells them to run and she’ll hold it off.   And it’s almost poetic, in a way.  When she’s turned to call directions to them, the cyclops knocks her to the side with a blow she didn’t see coming.  It sends her knife flying out of her hands, but she knows that she has to stall it in order for the kids to get to safety.  And they do.  They make it.  But Annabeth doesn’t.  She’s a month away from turning forty one when she dies.
197.  There’s a weird murmuring when Annabeth goes into the Underworld, and a few of the guard spirits seem to click excitedly when she arrives.  Despite her better judgement, she decides to go in front of the judges, to see if there is any sort of reward waiting for her on the other side.  Maybe she’ll get Elysium, or maybe--if she pleads her case hard enough--she’ll be able to wait for a few dozen years before Percy shows up so they can make the decision together.  After all, it was never a conversation that had popped up before.  Whenever they got close to the topic, they’d quickly find something else to talk about.  It definitely took her by surprise when she made her way in and found that she’d been granted not Elysium, but the Isles of the Blessed.  Her third life had been completed.  It’s then that she’s granted the memories of the first two lives as well before being ushered on.  In each of them, there are two common elements.  The first, there’s always a demigod present.  Somehow, the Greek gods continue to plague her life in each of her three incarnations.  The other, the boy she falls in love with is always the same.  Different names (except for his first and last lives, a fact she finds amusing), different parentage, slightly different personalities but the same goofy grin and same quick wit.
198.  Her first life found her as a princess in Ancient Greece, with parents who claimed she was more beautiful than Aphrodite.  The claim was considered blasphemy, and she was chained to a rock to be eaten for her parents’ words.  It seemed unfair, but she was too prideful even then to try and beg for her life from the gods.  So, she kept silent and faced her fate.  But her fate never came.  Instead, there was a boy--a demigod--who carried Medusa’s head that turned the monster to stone.  They married and lived happily ever after.   Seriously, depending on what version of the myth you read, Perseus and Andromeda are described to look exactly like Percy and Annabeth so fight me on this.
199.  Her second life had her as another Greek demigod, born in England.  This time, she was a daughter of Apollo.  Her mother had died when she was young, leaving the girl to become a charge to an aspiring artist during the early years of the English Renaissance.  He taught her how to paint and how to play the lyre, which she found that she was rather good at.  A soldier heard her playing, and quick banter made the girl find this soldier interesting.  Due to who her father was, she was talented with a bow and arrow, so she cut off her hair, ran away from her home, disguised herself as a man, and joined the army.  It was foolish, of course, and she died not long after by throwing herself in the way of a sword that was meant for the soldier she cared for.
200.  One of the privileges of being in the Isles is that she can travel through the Underworld, but it comes with stipulations.  It can never be for too long, she can’t look for people she used to know who chose to stay in the Fields of Asphodel, she can’t speak to demigods that come down for a quest, and the Fields of Punishment are completely off limits.  She uses this slight freedom to visit Daedalus when he’s working, often offering up tips for the redesigns he’s doing and to play catch with Cerberus.  As much as she enjoys the relaxing after three taxing lives, it does get a little lonely, even in a perpetual paradise.  There are definitely some happy tears shed when she finally reunites with who she can only call her soulmate.
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thanos-kin · 8 years ago
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EVAN: - bisexual - 5'10 - he tends to do things like tap his pencil or his foot or he plays with erasers or some shit he's just always doing something with his hands - has those erasers with removable pieces because "THEY'RE CUTE CONNOR I LOVE THEM" - freckles. more freckles after a day in the sun. freckles everywhere. - has a bonsai tree - DRIVES LIKE A GRANDMA - actually really fit because of his outdoor activities?? - lifted connir off of the ground like he was a feather and everyone was Shocked - "THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE EVER LIFTED ME" "oh mY GOD CONNOR" - LOVES TO BAKE BUt kind of sucks at it - afraid of big dogs. and fluffy dogs. and dogs with big eyes and long tails and legs and just dogs. he's scared of dogs. - cheesy romantic. reads romance books and watches romantic movies and just. my boy. - when he's feeling down he goes to connor because they can trust each other because of the one thing they have in common - the suicide attempts. - dyed a streak of his hair blue for halloween one time and made connor cry - CONFIDENT DRUNK - got high once and laughed for seven minutes straight before passing out - has a burn scar on his back from when jared set him on fire by accident - learns to do hair because he likes touching connors hair - he maybe likes connors dog a little bit - "i may seem collected on the outside but on the inside i am screaming 24/7." CONNOR: - borderline personality disorder !!!! - sees a therapist and takes medication - he honestly went through ten therapists before deciding to go with evan to his therapist - has a pitbull named cheese that his mom got him to help calm him down when he snaps - still a dick every now and then but he's Trying - 6'0" - panseuxal - is literally. always napping. he sleeps on the ground. on his desk. on evan. anywhere. - paints his nails when he's high with 100% accuracy but fails when he's sober - "ZOE HOW DO YOU USE EYELINER" - LOVES sweets. needs them. craves them. - literally cries over evan's freckles like what - sarcastic as all hell - he and jared's friendship is just a race to see who can roast the other faster - draws on himself constantly until he has literal sleeves of designs on his arms. then he moves to drawing on his friends. - alana buys him a sketchbook when she wakes up with white sharpie printed on her face - he draws the most AMAZING scenery and designs - probably wants to be a tattoo artiat - always records himself when he's high - new bruises and cuts every day - he bumps into things a lot when he's high - he gets his first piercing from a dude in an alley. it's a septum piercing. everyone screams when they see it. - hates pepe - comments on how gay he is every day. - still has bad days and when he does he locks himself in his room and calls evan - evan's talk of trees got him into plants. owns seven cactuses, a pot full of forget-me-nots and three succulents with names and backstories. - "i will shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be tasting leather and shit for the rest of your pathetic life you wrinkly numbnut" ZOE: - still having trouble forgiving her brother for all the years of mental abuse - 5'10 - lesbian af - makeup that could literally kill a god - likes to wear crops tops and dresses - wears sweatpants to school ONCE and is reminded of it every day for the rest of her life - literally a huge photography nerd - has EVERY PICTURE SHES EVER TAKEN hanging on her wall. even that ugly ass one of connor screaming over titanic when they were thirteen. - probably does yoga - dreams of going to paris. can literally speak in french and owns literally everything with the eiffel tower on it. - replies to everything in meme language. her parents are worried for her. connor wants to die again. - has a poem alana wrote to her on her wall next to her bed - so many pictures of alana - HANGED A PEPE PICTURE IN THE SHOWER ONCE THAT MADE CONNOR SCREAM WHEN HE SAW IT - likes to draw constellations with evan's freckles on his face - literally has not combed her hair since fourth grade?? its just naturally perfect??? - "im gayer than you connor" - SWEARS LIKE A SAILOR WHEN SHE BUMPS INTO SOMETHING - so much emoji's - steals all of alana's hoodies ALANA: - hates not having anything to do so much - 5'6" - in every school club tbh - also a lesbian - a journalist/writer - literally stays up until 2 am every day and comes to school looking like a goddess - GOD IS SHE SMART - she probably tutors everyone - "what's the answer to this problem alana" "hella" - BIG HAPPY SMILES - can kill you in two seconds with The Look - READS SEVEN BOOKS A DAY - probably listens to asmr - totally has tumblr - LITERALLY SHINES BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN - feminist. not a feminazi, will make jokes about women being in the kitchen with jared but will stab you if you are genuinely against women's rights - attempts to do yoga with zoe once. she breaks her nose. - SHE'S A MESS. HER WORK STATION IS JUST FULL OF CRUMPLED PAPERS AND PENS AND COFFEE MUGS. - likes to do diys. - "ZOE I DID A DIY FACE MASK AND I CANT GET IT OFF" - once punched a man for a klondike bar - "sorry im two hours late feminism called" JARED: - panromantic asexual!!!!! - 5'4" - a gaming youtuber - actually somehow has like 1,000 followers??? - everyone has been in his videos at least once - EATS A BATH BOMB ON CAMERA - every birthday connor buys him a bath bomb and screams "CRONCH" in his face - enjoys really cringey memes - has a german shepard named Sir Titlicker - "EVAN SIR TITLICKER WILL NOT EAT YOU" - once tripped on a bug - he's actually self conscious and hides behind self deprecating jokes - threw a dreidel at the menorah once when he was little and is still not allowed near the menorah - soft chub legs - much Sarcasm - literally is so sarcastic with connor??? they like each other but sometimes even evan wonders if they actually like each other or not - probably enjoys nickelback - HUGE SUBWAY FAN. WOULD SHOVE SUBWAY UP HIS ASS FOR FREE. - likes star wars probably - wore a shirt that said "im a gamer" once - "burn that shirt now" "EVAN WHAT THE FUCK" - actually cried when he played slenderman with Evan - "are you ok" "IS HE GONE EVAN IS HE GONE" "yes" /looks up and sees slenderman appear "WHDBANFBJDJSBSDH" /evan is wheezing - makes dirty jokes 24/7 but literally blushes for 9 years if you make a dirty joke towards him - actually Fragile - in a cult probably - probably has a runescape series on his YouTube channel - has set evan on fire before - he tries to be a good friend he really dies but he fails sometimes - "are you a nail baby because ill hammer you into the wall tonight ;)"
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Why did you close the door the last time you closed one? so no little kids would rampage in Stripes or polka dots? stripes Do you care if people touch you when they’re talking to you? depends on who What is your gender? female Do you think that people think its obvious? i sure hope so haha
How long did your first date last? 0 seconds ;) Is your favorite color within 10 feet of you? yes Highlight of your day? my old friend came over Would you rather be on a boat or a plane? dood no boats those scare the f outta me, but ive never been on a plane Can you tell when girls (or guys) have eyeliner on? yes. Can you cook?
yikes uh.. nope How high is your ceiling? i believe 35 feet im some parts of the house Whats the worst job you can think of? honestly idk Do you swear a lot?  what the fuck are you talking about Does the last person you texted have an O in their name? HA no Is everything working in your house? i dont think so Would you rather have a pool or a trampoline? pool. Does pop give you energy? no..? TV show you love with a passion? the walking dead, and ive been watching the 100, but i love twd  a lot more Do you think you learned anything from the worst night of your life? yeah, im a fucking prick/dick head
Perfect age to get married? who the fuck knows
Is it safe to say you own over 20 pairs of shoes?  i own 3 or maybe 5.. i think Name a career path that women are known for taking. doctors?? idk Favorite type of cookie? chocolate chip, i can never make them because i always come close to burning the house down A quality you look for in choosing a significant other? if anyone can understand me im good What would I find if I looked in your pocket? no pockets What was your first word? yo wassup my homies. (I say that too much, but I have no idea) A musical instrument you wouldnt mind learning how to play? DRUMSSS Last time you went to 7-eleven? months ago A fast food restaurant that you hate with a passion? I kinda hate most of them equally Does everyone in your family have a job? yeah Going anywhere this weekend? im going to a legally blonde musical Is your room ever clean? yeah but usually never What does it mean when youre being quiet? im mad Last person you had a face to face conversation with? my cat Wheres your phone? dude idk ive been grounded for 2 weeks ahahahah Do you know the difference between your and you’re? yes i aint no dumb bitch How late did you stay up last night? 10 pm Anyone youre ready to kill? oh hell yeah Do you need to get a tan? yes What do you want? money and love Favorite TV show as a kid? dood idk
Whats a show that you absolutely refuse to watch? Strangers Things How many times have you been in love? once Go camping or go to a party? camping Do you remember how old you were when you started swearing? maybe when I was 12 How many years older than you would you date someone? I would like to date anyone in my grade, nothing over or less What was the last thing you pinky swore on? I dont swear to anything, ever, unless i care about the person usually more than my self Would you consider yourself a nice person? no. why is this even a question Are there a lot of mirrors in your house?  a lot more than I think there should be Has there ever been a serial killer in your house?  I sure hope not
Do you know anyone who looks like Adam Sandler? no True or false: Glee is annoying. true, ive never watched it but I know its annoying Last thing you cooked? grilled cheese Do you use slang often? maybe Wear glasses? yes hahahaha
About how old was the last person that hit on you? well.. no one has ever hit on me OH wait I cant say (this one girl maybe I don't her well oh god) What color are your headphones? black and red BLUETOOTH BITCHES Would you make a good teacher? Why? I would rather be some sort of leader than teacher Dont you hate those commercials that try too hard? lol some commercials are my life, like the life alert commercials. HELP IVE FALLEN AND I CANT GET UP but yeah some over them are just to much Is the fan on? I have like a ton of fans on right now Any special reason why youre taking this survey? i have nothing better to do What does the last text message you sent say?  i was telling my mom that my little sister was being a pain in the ass and that i wanted pizza hahaha
Your friend needs you to run to the store to get a pregnancy test. Do you? which friend? Friend #1, id ask her who she fucked and be really surprised. Friend #2 I wouldn't even have to ask. Friend #3 I would be shocked and possibly upset. But id get them for all of them hahahaha Do you log out on facebook when you leave the site?  i dont use my Facebook What color are your underwear? white How short are your nails? short Do you like the opposite sex to be dominant or you the one in control? funny you ask that, id rather have the opposite sex dominant and id rather be dominant with same sex.. yep Favorite holiday? Christmas If I asked you to point to Ohio on a map of the US do you think you could? yeah You're locked in a room with spiders. Do you have an issue? spiders don't really bother me, depends on size tho Do you wear your most expensive item of clothing often? uhh Do you eat a lot of food? no THERE'S NO FOOD IN OUR HOUSE
Have your parents ever tried to control your relationship? well like a relationship relationship? maybe Have you ever had to give someone directions before? yes i forget everything but I know how to give directions like a mastermind Speaking of which, are you good at understanding driving directions? ive never driven before because im too little!! in two years i can tho hahah How many people do you text daily? usually none Do you play any instruments? Which instruments do you play? nothing Is there anyone who you call by their last name? no What did you do on your last birthday? I dont remember I think I had a sleepover tho Which of the Seven Deadly Sins do you commit the most? what Has anyone ever told you that you’re incapable of whispering? no What is your least favorite subject in school?
math and science Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? depends Do you know a couple who constantly sucks on each other’s face? what the actual fuck When was the last time you watched a YouTube video? a few days ago Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? no
When was the last time you held someone’s hand? does my cat count How many meals have you eaten today, so far? none and it’s 1:05 pm Do you think it’s stupid for people to call others “hot?” no because they might actually be hot hahaha Do you personally think Wikipedia is a reliable source? yeahhh? depends Have you ever shopped at Wet Seal before? Did you like it? wtf is that Do you care about spending money if it’s someone else’s money? yeah What is your favorite Disney movie of all time? dude I dont really like Disney movies so none When you were a child, did you ever want to become a wizard/witch? wtf no Would you rather have hardwood floors or carpet? i have both in my house Who was the last person you yelled at? Why? my little little sister As a kid, did you ever go to camp? no Have you ever made out in a movie theater before? no Are you currently trying to learn to play any instrument? no. When was the last time you went somewhere you thought was haunted? hmm a few months ago Who was the last person to compliment you? idk that was over a month ago How old were you when you got to go on your first date? never have and I bet I never will :( Would you call your parents over-protective or under-protective? over protective helpppp Did your parents ever let you play in the pits of those multicolored balls? what Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? chandler riggs or alycia debnam-carey? Are you the jealous type? yeah When was the last time you felt like you were high on life? when clarke and lexa had sex mwahahaha what Do you know someone who cares about themselves more than their child? yeah haha we have their kid now Do you still watch cartoons on television? no What do you usually order at Taco Bell, if you go there?  i dont like taco bell Is there anyone currently annoying you? yes Do you have freckles? no :’( How many dogs do you have, if any at all? imaginary doggos Have you ever witnessed someone being beaten up? i couldn't say I witnessed someone being beat up I usually beat up things Do you think biting is weird or sexy? well it depends on who Would you rather be called hot or beautiful? hot but im neither hahaha Have you ever had a pet turtle before? yes Do you still sleep with your parents when you’re scared sometimes? no. Have you ever met someone with two different color eyes? nope. Have you ever felt like someone was following you? yeah
What color shirt are you wearing at the moment? white Do you enjoy going school shopping? sometimes Do you think Pug dogs are adorable or just plain ugly? I LOVE PUGS my grandpa has some and I love them so much Have you ever met someone who completely resembled their pet? haha ive never thought of that but maybe What was the worst substance you’ve spilled on yourself before? bleach Have you ever made out with more than one person in one night? no Do you think there is a soulmate out there for everyone? no defiantly not me
Do you like short or long surveys the best? long Have you ever bought fake money and tried to make it pass for real? no Are your siblings nice the majority of the time? depends on who Do you freak out when a thunderstorm comes along? no i live for thunderstorms How often do you shower? every other day Have you ever had to sell something for a school fundraiser? maybe How many sodas do you usually drink in one day? sometimes one but usually never Have you ever met someone who was completely weird all-around? yes shes a good friend of mine Do you ever watch any soap operas? i have no idea what that is Have you ever met someone who was mean to everyone? yes. (me) thats not trueee though <3 Do you usually have a low tolerance for pain or high tolerance? I dont care whenever I get injured Would you rather eat or sleep? i dont care Are you one of those die hard Twilight or Harry Potter fans? no just no
Do your parents ever force you to talk to your grandparents? I have one grandpa and a step grandma and I dont really know her that much but I never really see them Do you think long surveys are boring or entertaining? it depends on the questions. Have you ever learned that someone had lied to you all along? i feel like someone has been lying to me but I dont know if its true or not Have you ever wanted to be a lawyer? no. Have you ever had to bail someone out of jail before? no. Is there anyone in your immediate family who was adopted? yeah Do you know anyone who doesn’t have any common sense? yes my same weird friend, oh and me :) When was the last time you bought something? Monday Do you think you look anything like your parents? kinda What are your plans for this weekend? i answered this What color is your significant other’s hair? Chandler Riggs and Alycia Debnam-Carey both have brown hair. Woah ive never thought about this but every single person ive ever crushed on was a brunette Have you ever applied for a job at Walmart before? no. Would you ever become a foster parent? id rather be a foster parent than give birth but I fucking hate kids (maybe that's why I hate myself) Are you ashamed of anyone in your family? yeah my cat Bub he attacks my other cats Would rather talk to someone on a landline or a cell phone? cell Has anyone ever given you a psychiatric assessment? no What is your favorite amusement park?  i dont know Did you ever have braces? I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET THEM OFF THIS MONTH BUT NOOOOOO What is cuter: kisses on the forehead of the cheek? i like both? why am I answering to this Do you believe in evolution or creation? evolution, there was never a god who created anything
Would you rather take a bath or a shower? Why or why not? shower, I dont have time for baths Does it bother you when people touch your personal items? depends. When was the last time you did something sexual? ..depends on what.. Do you collect anything? What? snapbacks Are you better at hand-drawing things or painting? I cant paint to save my life Have either of your parents ever called you a failure before? oh my god all the time! They tell me that more than compliments Have you ever suspected someone of cheating on you? no. When you get married, will you convert your last name? depends on who :) Are your parents divorced, married or separated? married Has someone ever left a relationship with you for someone else? no. What’s the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced? from december 5, 2002 all the way to today When was the last time you went shoe shopping? like 4 weeks ago Are you a part of any clubs at your school, if you still go to school? like in 7th grade CREATIVE WRITING CLUB oh man Do you know someone who wears a wig? no What is your best friend’s last name? nakamura. its my cat haru When was the last time you cried? For what reason? awhile ago because im a fucking baby, just because im going to a different school than a friend of mine who im going to tag mwahaha sucks to be you IM LOOKING BACK AT THIS ITS NOT TRUE IT WAS THE LEXA DEATH SCENE
What is your favorite shop to go to at the mall? forever 21 What time do you usually go to bed on the weekends? like 10 or 11 Have you ever considered suicide? not much? Have you ever been raped before? no. Would you ever consider becoming a marine biologist? no if i ever see those words again im going to fuck someone up. (my dad wants me to be one but im deathly afraid or the ocean) Did you carry a lunchbox as a child? yes. What is your favorite ‘sweet’ to eat? idk Are you someone who usually eats when you’re bored? no Have you ever eaten your way through a breakup? no. Who was the last person you texted? my mom Do you usually buy popcorn when you eat at the movie theater? yeah Did you sleep alone or with someone last night? alone. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? none Are you someone who constantly likes to wear hats? no what are talking about im not wearing a hat at all Have you ever seen a Lifetime movie that relates to your life? what What is your Myspace URL? never had one Are you someone who likes to wear dresses more than pants? hahaha if i ever have to wear another dress again im going to kill myself Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? never fucking dated alright What was the last thing you touched besides your keyboard? my HAT When was the last time you witnessed a fist fight? never..? Do you know anyone who lives in the state of California? bitch I do
Are you waiting for a text right now? no Is it your summer vacation right now? yepp fucking kill me Do you like traveling? love it, more time I can listen to to musicccc What color are the walls of the room you’re in right now? dood i think grey, im looking now and its hard to tell Do you still make mix cds? no. Are you eating or drinking anything right now? no
Do you go to church regularly? no i dont believe in that stuff Who’s your best friend? haru Are you determined? yeahhh...
Are you always looking for/in a relationship, or do you like being single? id love to be in a relationship but i hate so many people and a ton of people hate me and I bet i never will Ever had your heart broken? yeah Even broken someone else’s heart? oh god yes Are you confident? not really When’s the last time you smiled? today. Are you tan? no
Any big plans for today/tonight? I want pizza What’s the background on your computer? oh I recently changed it to lexa and clarke from the 100 Do you have days where you just want to listen to sad songs? yeah Don’t you hate when your plans fall through? sometimes Ever maxed out a credit card? no How old are you? older than time itself Who’s the last person you kissed? my cat Are you hoping they will also be the next person you kiss? no Do you ever actually go on dates? no
Im going to tag @rottentulips because I finally found a really long question tag for her to do so you're welcome ;)
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diarrheaworldstarhiphop · 8 years ago
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Does macateallthespookings follow you just to be sassy every time you aren't left-wing correctly for their tastes? Do they have a crush on you?
for my art i think!
I understand that outrage though
because my greatest weakness is tunnel visioning and irresponsibly focusing on nitpicking the left particularly because of my frustrations from the previous 8 years colouring that lens of focus. Particularly because of western militarism in the developing world and the ascent of indifference about that once bush left office as antiwar is my greatest political passion..
but mac is right on a point, because true right wing, far right wing tactics have remained the same according to their own methods independent of left tactics  adopted by the young alt right.
most of the alt right are furious, young libertarians and previously apolitical youth who are pushing back against the spectacle of SJW totalitarianism from the past few years. unlike traditional far right white nationalism, the alt right is an actively recruiting, mobile faction fueled by the desire to make spectacle of and lampoon the progressive left. This spectacle enjoys a contemporary popularity, in part of how rewarding it is on the self-serving side of things, the same that people seek cringe compilations or epic fail videos. Seeing histrionic people with dyed hair flailing and screaming is entertaining. reality tv.
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This is the primary purpose of say, milo’s speeches, because they draw attention to him via the entertainment value in watching drama in a college multipurpose room. If you see any interviews of people who are attending Milo’s events, they generally all smiles, throw some fluff about free speech (theres that libertarianism angle again) but really are there to be witness to some shit go down…or record it and put it onto youtube for the VIEWS. People see that, especially the youth, and associate the alt right as the COOL UNDERDOG GUYS up against angry, irrational REAL FASCISM in the guise of antifa rioters.
This is the GATEWAY DRUG if there ever were one. 
In their wake, the chanposters and OMG SJW TRIGGLYPUFF youtubers have produced an ironic fascination with the far right and the chanposters in particular originally picked up and pushed nationalism to the mainstream for shock appeal and because it terrifies the progressives, which is extremely rewarding for them considering the “Cmon its 2015″ “end whiteness” “im on the right side of history” hubris progressives held (while getting peoples lives ruined for inconsequential tweets where offense was found) was intimidating and scary in recent years. There is something tremendously cathartic in watching and perpetuating the collapse of that. If not for intimidation, but for the appeal of knocking arrogance off it’s pedestal.
Chanposters have always pushed back against efforts to control and regulate their corner of the world. Recently, progressives have taken the mantle for regulating content away from the republican THINK OF THE CHILDREN esque prudish social regulation, so chanposters dropped the CHANOLOGY shit and picked up RIGHT WING SAFETY SQUADS. 
And this has been a boon for traditional american far right, which has always been a bastion of defense. Always losing ground and most of it’s operations are fixated on preserving itself in lesser and lesser degrees of mobility, such as finding a random, isolated town for them to move to and call their own separate from the rest of the “degenerate united states”.
This happened in 2013
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The way white nationalists embraced this concept was a resignation and withdrawal from all of society, which they saw as forever lost to the left. They idealized the concept of moving to a remote town for just themselves while the rest of the world burned for all they could care. It was a capitulation in the face of, indeed, being on the wrong side of history.
This, among other things, shows that the far right have hardly ever been on the offensive in the degree and multitude the left has pushed it’s revolutionary praxis from academia, but wherever possible, find ways to legitimize itself and draw appeal from piggy backing areas of opportunism.
That came to them in a gift basket, wrapped in a bow, sometime late in 2015 with the rise of anti-sjw popularity and chanposting around Donald Trump.
The old guard of the white nationalist far right were QUICK to leap on it
as seen in this totally disingenuous tweet the former grand wizard David Duke made.
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or the facelift that the Daily Stormer gave itself in recent years
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They are clearly appealing to and attempting to coopt what’s been formally referred to as the alt right.
The far right is poised to coopt and manipulate the contemporary situation, and they recognize that the increase of violence and hatred toward basic liberal free speech loving milo fans, centrists and libertarians alike for being “nazis” has the immediate potential of pushing those people, already wary of the left, deeper into the far right the way someone goes “im a nazi if i support milo…. but im also a nazi if i dont support milo but think violence is wrong…… either way im going to be violently beaten for being a nazi…. soooooo…..”
and on the daily stormer, they are rubbing their hands together going “yesss, yess, please continue ramping up the violence, yessssss”
Their whole strategy has been to lay in wait and permit political violence to explode to a point where they can justify the establishment of squads of thugs for defense. Their golden ticket is if a figurehead like milo is killed or if someone at these counter protests is murdered. At that moment, the far left becomes murderous villains to the general public.
So yeah. The far right key to legitimacy is preserving this reputation for being nonviolent and purely victims. The moment they lash out and INSTIGATE political violence is the moment the jig is up and the white nationalist old guard long play is scrapped and they have to go back to finding remote communities to retire to and die in, along with their ideology.
Also i started reading this here, it’s pretty decent lol:
https://status451.com/2017/01/20/days-of-rage/
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sevenielle · 8 years ago
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pairing: jikook word count: 7802 cross-posted on ao3
-where jungkook is an idol and jimin is his ultimate fanboy
“guys I met a viewer, his name is taehyung!” jimin beamed at the camera and showed the viewer of his that he met. “hi, my name is kim taehyung” jimin was vlogging when taehyung greeted him and said that he watches his videos.
videos, youtube videos. park jimin is a youtuber, mainly dance covers “hyung, I really ship you with jungkook, I hope you meet him soon!” and fanboying over jeon jungkook.
jimin laughed at that, eyes turning into crescent slits “ya, what do you mean, we’re already married”
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jimin popped the party popper and clapped at his computer screen, the dancer is currently doing a livestream on twitter for his 3M subscribers.
“three million?! three fucking million?? guys I don’t even know what to say” jimin actually felt like crying, silly as it may sound, he really does.
“im not even that interesting, all I do is dance, vlog and hyperventilate over jeon jungkook..” he was getting more overwhelmed reading the comments.
you’re a really great dancer! you should get more recognition well, you put a lot more effort in your vlogs, your editing is seriously the best! jeon jungkook is your husband, right? at least we know the marriage is still going strong
jimin let a tear or so drop while he laughed at the last one, his viewers are the only ones who would tolerate his imaginations.
“but for real though, guys thank you, really thank you very much, you all mean so much to me”
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“jungkook you kind of went flat there a little bit” jungkook looked at his composer –suga, or if we’re taking real names here, yoongi- as the older sighed, jungkook just pursed his lips and nodded “sorry hyung”
both of them were tired, they’ve been here for hours already, and it’s definitely not helping that both the composer and idol are absolute perfectionists.
seokjin walked in the room with snacks, despite being tired from arranging jungkook’s schedule he still needs to take care of the kid. not just because it’s his job but also because he wants to, over the time they have been working together, jungkook has become his younger brother. he felt so honored when the idol admitted how much he looked up to his manager.
.yoongi is no different, he also adores jungkook a lot, jungkook also admitted to looking up to his composer hyung this is incredible! when it comes to the younger, all he gets his compliments and some in-puts here and there which yoongi is grateful for.
.as you can see, jeon jungkook is as humble as he ever will, his management is doing their best to ground him as much as possible especially seokjin and yoongi who are always with him.
“boys take a break first” seokjin placed the food on the small table “in a minute hyung, there’s still a couple of songs” yoongi didn’t even spare the manager a glance.
.seokjin walked up to the composer and smacked his head “you’re going to kill yourselves-“ seokjin looked at jungkook with a stern gaze, that look when jungkook has to obey no matter what “jungkook. eat”
.jungkook just nodded and removed his headphones, yoongi is glaring at seokjin while rubbing his head, the other just chuckled and patted him on the shoulder “stop being grumpy, I brought food”
“jungkook, we still need to find a choreographer” the youngest swallowed his donut before responding “hyung, they know that I can just do a choregraphy of my own, right?” yoongi shook his head, interfering in the conversation “you absolutely can, but you’re too busy and tired, we can’t have you getting sick”
.jeon jungkook is having a comeback soon and everything is quite settled, except for the dance.
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.jimin was editing his video when a ding sound alerted him with a new email.
from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: Dance Camp 2016
good day from the jxu team, we are inviting you to our dance camp that is going to be held this weekend along with other dancers. please message us regarding if you can go or not for further details. thank you for your time.
jimin’s jaw dropped, no kidding. jxu is like the ultimate of the ultimate, jimin surely looked up to them, and this, this is beyond amazing!
from: [email protected] to: jxudance [email protected] subject: Dance Camp 2016
first of all, thank you very much for inviting me, this is such an honor. Of course i would be able to come, thank you =)
jimin stopped himself from rambling on how much he looked up to them, but he decided he has to seem formal,  but not too much, so there’s a smiley there.
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jimin.. actually didn’t know what to wear, he just opted for an outfit he would wear as if he would study and practice a dance for a cover.
jimin looked around the room, the walls are basically just mirrors, just a typical practice room to be honest, just a really big one. he just rents a room like this but you know smaller, near his apartment.
.according to the email, on saturday, dancers (some are youtubers) woud get together with jxu and create their own choreo. then on sunday, some students would be invited and they would teach the choreo that they made.
.they were halfway finished when the leader of jxu –n- declared a break, thus leaving jimin laying on the floor chugging down cold water.
“you’re park jimin, right?” the jimin looked up and surely there was a face peering down on him, the youtuber hurriedly sat up.
“you’re j-hope!” j-hope, a member of jxu and jimin’s favorite dancer. j-hope beamed and sat in front of jimin.
“hi! i really like your dancing, i was actually the one who introduced you to the team, you’re just really amazing! sorry, now im just rambling” the professional dancer showed his teeth as he laughed.. the other dancer is just bewildered by the fact that jxu’s j-hope, watches him and actually likes his dancing.
“j-hope hyung.. i really don’t know what to say, i’ve been a fan of jxu for like forever! im not just saying this i swear, you guys are seriously the best! im also not lying when i say you’re my favorite member” j-hope ruffled the younger’s hair and smiled at him
“i believe you, i have seen your tweets to us and i wanna say thank you for your support, we appreciate it and just call me hoseok hyung”
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after that encounter, they continued with the choreo, it’s not that easy, especially when everyone has really good ideas but they made it work somehow. it was tiring yes, but it was worth it. jimin looked at his camera, watching the video and wow we’re amazing.
he was surely feeling the burn on his muscles now but he wouldn’t pass up any chance to dance, even when it’s an unknown kid asking him.
“hyung?” jimin looked up and saw a boy wearing a black mask, fairly tall, muscular built, good body in short.
“yes?” the unknown kid held out his hand “hi my name is kim junghyun, i was wondering if i could have a chance to dance with you?” jimin shook junghyun’s hand “hi, im park jimin, may i ask what for?”
junghyun scratched the back of his neck (reminding jimin of jungkook’s habit. damn im so gone) before answering “uhh, i just recently started dancing and i really like your style, so i thought it would be a privilege to dance with you”
okaaaay, this isn’t the first time jimin was asked to be dance with but it is the first time that he was asked by a beginner. that sounded wrong, jimin is no way insulting junghyun, it was just really really  flattering to  hear that this kid thought he was amazing, it reminded him of his past self when he saw jxu and jungkook.
jimin beamed, eyes turning into slits “why of course, thank you for the compliment” the youtuber actually noticed junghyun a while ago, the kid was oddly quiet, he was just on his phone during the break, didn’t even socialize with the other dancers, he talked with a few jxu members in the beginning but that’s it.
they arranged their cameras in front of them, both wanting to film their routine. jimin for youtube obviously and junghyun for later references.
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“and you thought you could still squeeze making your own choreography into your tight schedule”
jungkook groaned, burying his face further into the pillow. seokjin clicked his tongue “jungkook at least change your clothes” then he proceeded on going on about how much dirt had clung onto jungkook.
but the latter didn’t listen, he really couldn’t be bothered, having just finished his schedule he just wanna have a really really long sleep.. but of course that wouldn’t happen considering his busy idol life.
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“is he a professional one?” seokjin asked, eyes still fixated on the computer screen “i asked hoseok hyung, said he does youtube”
yoongi returned to the studio from taking a bathroom break, eyebrow raising when he saw what the manager and singer was watching “is that the new choreographer?”
“I still have to make management check this and contact him, if approved, until then, we still don’t have a new choreographer”
yoongi studied the guy’s face, he looks oddly familiar, too familiar, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. “hoseok hyung said he does youtube” it was like there was a bulb that suddenly appeared over his head.
jungkook and seokjin was taken aback when the composer suddenly laughed so loud you could practically hear it outside the studio. yoongi wiped the tears out of his eyes (yeah, that’s how hard he laughed)
“i know him” seokjin quirked an eyebrow “you do?” the rapper walked closer to them and went to youtube to find the dancer’s channel. “well not personally, he’s quite well-known in your fandom you know?”
jungkook watched in interest as park jimin or rather chimchim appeared on the screen “so he’s a fan?” he watched as yoongi scrolled through several videos, eyes catching some of the titles.
‘Just One Day’ MV REACTION JUNGKOOKIE GET WELL SOON HAPPY BIRTHAY KOOKIE Dope Dance Cover
“oh a huge fan jungkook”
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jimin looked at his bathroom mirror checking his freshly dyed hair, he thought he have let it have its rest for a while now, (the boy was obsessed in changing his hair color ever so often) his younger brother, jihyun, scolded him for it and said that he was going to be bald; which is enough to make jimin stop for a while. After all, how will he able to dye his hair if he doesn’t have any?
so he grew out his natural color and stayed black-haired for a while… now he is orange-haired.
just when he finished uploading a photo of him on twitter, he was receiving a call from an unknown number. he answered it after getting out of his bathroom.
“hello?” he said hesitantly “oh hi! park jimin-shi?” jimin sat on his sofa, crossing his legs. the apartment of his is relatively small but hey it’s not like he have visitors often, plus, he likes things simple.
“yes, who am i speaking to?” he heard a door closing through the speaker “hi im kim seokjin, i suppose you know who i am, right?” there was a teasing tone in that- wait, kim seokjin?!
kim seokjin as in kim seokjin who manages jeon jungkook? oh my god they found my channel, im gonna get sued, please spare me, i was only spazzing over my husband
“u-um yeah” jimin gripped the phone tighter, closing his eyes and expecting for the worst, seokjin laughed at the weak response “don’t worry you’re not in trouble, we just wanted to talk to you about something”
jimin swallowed the lump formed into his throat “by ‘we’, who are you referring to?” “me and the management”
im screwed, i’ll just give my channel to taehyung
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“oh you dyed your hair” jimin looked up at jungkook’s manager, he was nervous as hell, he already packed his belongings just in case he’s really headed towards jail. “y-yeah just a while ago… how did you know i had a different color?”
fuck, they have been watching me
“your hair was black in the video jungkook showed”
what video?!?! i have made tons of videos about jungkook, what exactly are you talking about?!?
seokjin reached into his pocket revealing his phone, then faced it towards jimin. jimin’s jaw dropped, literally.
“but that’s junghyun-“ his eyes widened in realization, the kid was exceptionally good for someone who was just ‘starting with dance’
“yeah that’s jungkook, he used his brother’s name” jimin didn’t even realized! but in his defense, jungkook was wearing really baggy clothes that time, if the younger just wore more fitting clothes, he would’ve realized. if the younger just arranged his beanie so not all of his hair are covered making him seem like he’s bald.
he have to give it to the makeup stylists though, they lined jungkook’s eyes differently, making the eye shape different.
he was brought back to reality when seokjin giggled “i know this is all overwhelming since you’re a fan-“ “wait- how did you know?” “suga have watched a couple of videos”
doom
he’s covered his face which he is sure is as red as deadpool’s suit and slumped back in his chair. they know.
seokjin found jimin adorable, really really adorable. “are you going to sue me? did jungkook felt uncomfortable? did I cross a line?” yep, adorable.
he reached through the table of the café and patted jimin’s shoulder. “no, no and no, if anything, jungkook actually appreciated it” jimin peaked thorugh the gaps of his fingers. oh my god he’s so squishy.
“yeah, it’s not really often for male fans to be as dedicated as you, jungkook really appreciates it”
jimin let it all sink in, trying to calm himself down and also restraining himself to jump up and down because jungkook knows i exist!
he brought his hands down, chewing on his bottom lip “okay.. so what really is the reason you wanted to meet me?”
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he clutched his chest as he entered the studio, any minute now he’s sure he was going to pass out. ever since the meeting a while ago, he kept on pinching himself.
right, the meeting
oh you know, just the usual meeting with bang si hyuk, the head of big hit ent., which is jungkook’s label. no. fucking. big. deal.
he looked around the room while seokjin closed the door behind them.
jungkook was here jungkook sings in here this room had been blessed by jungkook’s prescence
“oh you’re here” he looked up at the voice and- hold me, im dead, im officially dead. suga was sitting there on the chair in front of the monitor, min fucking suga.
jungkook’s best friend jungkook’s composer he’s gonna be the best man in our wedding- park jimin! stop!
suga looked seokjin “im guessing he’s our official choreographer now”
also, he is now jeon jungkook’s new choreographer… NO FUCKING BIG DEAL AT ALL.
“yeah” jin noticed jimin’s nerves instantly and was kind enough to guide the boy towards the chair beside yoongi. “so you’re going to create a choreography to these songs” jimin, despite all of the fanboying inside his head, listened intently to the instructions that were given to him.
he may be a fanboy for jungkook, but he’s also now the boy’s official choreographer, and when it comes to dance, he’ll take any challenge.
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seokjin eyed jungkook curiously, the boy was given a short break and he spends it on his phone? the boy’s constantly whining about not being able to sleep and now he has the opportunity for an hour, he spends it on his phone.
seokjin peeked behind jungkook and oh “a good ego booster, huh?” jungkook almost dropped his phone in shock, you would think he was caught watching porn by his reaction.
“hyung, you scared me!” “yeah, i see that” jungkook pouted which he would deny if anyone asked. seokjin looked at jungkook’s phone screen once again and he wasn’t mistaken, the boy was on jimin’s youtube channel.
“what video were you watching?” jungkook huffed and showed his manager
Boy in Luv Dance Cover
the management had checked the video of jungkook and jimin dancing together and they were incredibly impressed, including seokjin, yoongi and jungkook.
but you know, jungkook can’t fool seokjin, the latter knows what the singer really was watching.
How can a Kookie be so damn hot?! [rant video]
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jimin was quite impressed by himself, he have already finished routines for two songs, only 1 left, suga gave him 3 songs to begin with
he stares at his reflection on the mirror wall of the dance studio he’s currently renting. that’s when it all dawned on him, he dramatically knelt on the floor then proceeded on laying down.
he cried, he was so overwhelmed by all of this. you may think it’s because he now gets the opportunity to get close to his ultimate inspiration, partially yes, but other than that, he feels utterly accomplished.
ever since he was a kid, he always wanted to be a professional dancer, it’s not that he isn’t happy from making dance covers because he really is, but now, he feels like he could really call himself a dancer.
he gets to make a choreography for a famous person! the routine he made would be seen by millions of people! he cried and cried, sobbed even.
you made it park jimin…
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jungkook… was actually excited to meet jimin. he may or may not have watched every single one of jimin’s video and he wants to for him and the youtuber to be friends.
jimin on the other hand, is a train wreck, he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to do this. according from seokjin, the meeting between them would be 1on1. him and jungkook, one room, oh god forgive him for his unholy thoughts.
the youtuber tucked his camera away when he was in front of the management building, he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to say that he’s jungkook’s choreographer (that still sounds surreal). bowing to everyone he passes by, he reaches the dance studio.
he took a deep breath before opening the door, he was relieved to see jungkook’s not there yet, granting him more time to collect himself.
he was immersed in practicing the routines he didn’t notice someone coming in. jungkook watched jimin as his song played in the background, he was in awe on how good of a dancer jimin is.
jungkook cleared his throat startling jimin “sorry, didn’t mean to surprise you”
jimin’s mind is going mayhem.
oh shit, fuck jeon jungkook is in front of me jeon fucking kook! jungkook!! he’s fucking tall!
jimin tried his very best to seem calm and bowed a perfect 90 degrees “hi im park jimin” jungkook also returned the curtsey although not that deep “jeon jungkook” the singer gave the dancer a small smile, hoping it’ll ease his nerves.
no it did not, if anything, that smile just made everything worse.
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“oh thanks” jimin shakily accepted the water bottle jungkook offered him, they’re already done with the half of one song and also done for today, they were just taking a quick rest then they’re gonna head home.
jungkook sat himself beside jimin, watching their reflections on the mirror wall, silence enveloped the two of them, the atmosphere wasn’t awkward at all, it was rather comfortable.
jimin’s heart have calmed down from fanboying, but it’s still racing due to dancing but overall, he could now be at close proximity to jungkook without freaking out too much.
“thank you” jungkook said suddenly, jimin furrowed his eyebrows and looked at jungkook through the mirror he’s so handsome, what the fuck.
“for the routine? um welcome?” jungkook laughed a little bit and jimin swore he could hear angels singing
“for supporting me” oh
OH
jimin held back tears in his eyes i’ve been crying a lot these days, how can you not when your idol/inspiration not only notices you and knows your existence but also appreciates you?
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the dance lessons continued every day, they fell onto a routine of jimin arriving first, warming up waiting for jungkook to come after finishing his schedule which now only consists of being in the studio with yoongi.
and as time goes on, the two became relatively close to the point jimin sometimes forget that the boy he’s teaching is the same boy he fanboys over in videos, the same boy he claims to be his husband.
his viewers seem to catch on that he’s not as ‘active’ as he was back then when it comes to jungkook when they start asking questions on twitter.
jimin, why are you not talking about jungkook anymore? =( are you leaving the fandom???? please don’t leave us!! =’(
it just doesn’t feel right anymore if he’s being honest, he feels like he already stepped on a personal boundary in jungkook’s life and he can’t be too careless towards his actions anymore. he starts to feel guilty reading the messages.
soekjin assured him that its completely okay for him to tell his viewers about his new job (jimin doesn’t look at it as a job) but still, it doesn’t feel right somehow.
he looked up at his ceiling questioning himself.
i just don’t want jungkook or anyone to think im using him for money or i only see him as an idol, all these times that we’ve been spending together, we became close to each other and became really close friends, i don’t even see jungkook as a famous person anymore… i now view him as a normal person.
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jungkook scrolled through the fansite.
guys, you do know park jimin, right? chimchim? that dancer on youtube jungkookie’s husband hahahaha he understands us
he smiled at the thread of messages, this just proves how dedicated jimin is when it comes to jungkook that even his fellow fans appreciate him and his efforts. jungkook also does, how can you not appreciate a person studying your dance then make a video of it? a person who buys all of your albums? a person who was there from the very start and still stayed?
jungkook scrolled further
yeah, he seems pretty upset lately he still makes videos but he hardly talks about our kookie anymore =’( what? no! he can’t leave us! i would be very upset if he leaves the fandom i met him once, he’s really sweet
ever since that day yoongi mentioned jimin of having a youtube channel, jungkook made a new youtube channel just to subscribe to jimin. he does watch the videos, and yeah, not that he’s boasting again but he does actually noticed that jimin doesn’t even mention his name anymore. and in the vlogs, usually when jimin is vlogging at home, his songs would be playing in the background, but they aren’t anymore in the recent vlogs.
jungkook is aware that jimin is allowed to say that he’s now working for big hit, but he doesn’t. blame jungkook all you want but he won’t take it back when he says park jimin is his favorite fan and he would gladly give jimin the no.1 fan throne if there was.
so just like his fan base right now, he starts worrying if jimin is leaving the fandom.
jungkook doesn’t mention the issue in their next session, nor the next, neither the next one after that. he forgot, he was blinded by jimin’s eye smiles and angelic giggles.
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jimin was having his own turmoil inside of him, he’s starting to regret to ever accepting seokjin’s offer because he finds himself falling for jeon jungkook.
not jeon jungkook as in the ‘golden idol’ but as in jeon jungkook that awkward teenager who likes iron man a little bit too much.
and it’s not good, definitely not good. jimin watches from the side as jungkook easily accomplishes the 3 routines they have been working for now, the last one still needs polishing but overall, they’re all done here. “hyung?” jimin looked up from packing his things “yeah?” “let’s get some pizza”
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after showering, jungkook set the dining table for the both of them, jungkook invited jimin over for pizza and the latter is now the one who’s taking a shower.
jimin didn’t bring any extra clothes thus, having to wear jungkook’s white t-shirt and grey sweat pants. the clothes are the perfect size for the singer but when it comes to him, they were oversized.
jungkook bit his lip to fight off a smile when he sees jimin come out of his bathroom, he just wants to go up there and hug and kiss his hyung.
yes, yes you were very right, jungkook likes jimin, thank you very much.
his hyung just looks so cute and adorable and squishy right now and it absolutely didn’t help when the person in question pouted. “i look funny, don’t i?” jimin could see it, the smile jungkook was fighting, the blush across his cheeks and his heart starts to beat faster.
maybe, just maybe
jungkook ruffled jimin’s now brown hair (told you the boy’s a dye addict) “you look adorable” jimin blushed and it made jungkook’s heart beat faster too. “why do you all keep saying that?” oh jimin didn’t whine, nope.
jungkook pinched jimin’s cheeks which are really full and kissable and fuck jungkook’s so gone.
“is this enough evidence?” jimin swatted the younger’s hands away and sat down ready to stuff himself with greasy food.
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they didn’t even bother turning the television on when they sat down on the sofa, they let the silence bask them. each left with their own thoughts.
jungkook coming in terms with his feelings for his choreographer, worrying if said choreographer really is leaving the fandom, leaving him.
jimin worrying that if he doesn’t stop being jungkook’s choreographer, he would just fall further for the boy, ‘cause being jungkook’s choreographer means being friends with him, being friends with him means being close with him and being close with him means developing feelings for him, not that there’s no feelings already developed.
jungkook who was seated on his right broke the silence with a whisper “you’re still.. you’re still going to make choreographies for my next songs, right?” jimin looked at the younger, he could hear the uncertainness in his voice and if he isn’t being delusional right now… he could read the hidden message in jungkook’s watery eyes.
you’re not going to leave me, right hyung?
jungkook brought his legs up, sitting cross-legged and faced jimin. he studied the dancer’s face, his almond-shaped eyes, those chubby cheeks, those lashes, those full plump lips, the hair that changes color ever so often.
then he thought of all the memories he and jimin have managed to make in only just a short period of time. that time when jungkook wasn’t just feeling it because of how tired he was and they just talked inside the practice room, that time when they finished early and decided to eat street foods, that time when jimin was sick but still taught jungkook, he only noticed after they were done due to how much jimin was coughing and he instantly felt bad.
he closed his eyes, and placed his head on jimin’s chest and wrapping his arms around the latter. “you’re still going to be with me when i make my new album, right?”
jimin was sure jungkook can feel his heartbeat and maybe, just maybe.
jimin also wrapped his arms around jungkook, afraid that the latter may vanish if he ever lets go. he placed his forehead against jungkook’s hair. he felt his shirt start to get damp.
“hyung… you’re going to stay with me, right?” jungkook raised his head and surely, jimin saw him crying. “hyung, please stay”
jimin wiped the younger’s tears away “what are you talking about jungkook-ah?” “i know you’re thinking about quitting” jimin looked how sad jungkook is. this is the first time that he’s happy that someone is upset because if jungkook’s this broken about jimin possibly leaving then maybe, just maybe.
“jungkook-“ “why hyung? why are you thinking of quitting?” he remained silent “did i- did I disappoint you? did i not turn out the way you expected? was i too childish? hyung tell me” jimiin was quick to deny.
“jungkook no, you did not disappoint, i wasn’t expecting you to turn out to be anything because i didn’t utterly expect to be this close to you, and yes you can be childish but at the right moments” “so why then?”
maybe, just maybe.
“im afraid of my feelings jungkook-ah” by seeing the look on jungkook’s eyes, he knows the younger already figured it out “why?” “what do you mean why? jungkook you’re the golden idol everyone adores, who am i? im just your fan that makes youtube videos”
jungkook released his grip on jimin and held his face instead, looking the latter dead on the eyes “who are you? you’re park jimin, you’re chimchim, you’re that amazing dancer on youtube, so amazing jxu noticed you, so amazing the management approved of you right off the bat, and also adored by my fans, your fellow fans, our family, jimin everyone in the fandom adores you, loves you” he took a quick breath before continuing
“and by everyone, i mean everyone, including the one you’re idolizing” a tear fell from jimin’s eye “and yes, i may be jeon jungkook the golden idol you see on stage, on screen but hyung im also your kookie who likes to tease you about your height, who whines at you sometimes because the choreography is too hard, who gets babied by seokjin hyung. jimin, we’re not that different, stop looking at me so highly”
jimin sobbed
“see that’s what im afraid of, i started off as a fan, there would be instances that I would look highly at you and im scared of what people might say, that im only gonna use you for money, for popularity; that im only gonna date you because you’re an idol and cause all these controversies for you because you’ve worked so hard for your career and i don’t want to be the reason you plummet down-“
he was silenced when a pair of lips crashed on his own. they were crying and they tasted their salty tears, but they didn’t care. the moment was theirs, and they’re going to own it.
jungkook was the first to pull away, leaning his forehead on jimin’s own. “hyung… i know you’re not like that and you’re absolutely not going to be the reason for my failure, if anything, you’re just going to motivate me more and more until i reach the very top”
“but what about the management-“ jungkook shook his head “they’ll support us, i have no dating ban, seokjin hyung adores you, yoongi hyung adores you, the fans absolutely loves you, everything is settled now, all there’s left is you”
he kissed jimin’s forehead “park jimin, be mine” jimin beamed
“im already your choreographer” jungkook chuckled and as if to prove his point, he kissed jimin again, gentler this time
“be my boyfriend park jimin” “always, jeon jungkook”
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jimin smiled at the camera, smiled that famous smile of his, that one when his eyes turn to crescent moons.
“hi my name is park jimin, jeon jungkook’s husband” he started off with his intro, and yes, that’s his intro in every single video of his.
“first of all” he walked towards the camera placing his face directly in front and spoke directly on the microphone “how dare you” that will surely turn out to be a whisper to his viewers who would watch this with earphones on.
he stood up straight again in front of his white backdrop, pointing an accusing finger at the camera “how dare all of you to accuse me of leaving the fandom” he placed his hand on his chest faking a gasp “i would never do such a thing!” he (gently, these things are precious) grabbed his poster of jungkook and showed it to the camera.
“do you see this? do you see this?? how could I ever divorce a husband like this?!” jimin faced the poster towards him and kissed it, many many times
“mwah!” he looked at the poster in his hands, poster of jungkook, poster of his boyfriend. he blushed and smiled again, he gently placed the poster down “aish what am i doing” he muttered to himself, he looked directly at the camera lens and brushed his hair back.
that thing that jungkook absolutely loves
“i swear to god im going to fucking sue jeon jungkook” then he clapped his hands once
“aha! speaking of jeon jungkook” he squealed, jumped up and down, you know the casual fanboying.
after sliding down the wall, he fanned himself because heck he really is excited!
“i’m going to his concert!” his smile is enough to light up a whole country “i’m finally going to see him!” not like he hasn’t seen him already.
jimin never had the chance to go to jungkook’s concert or fanmeets before since he lacked financially. but now he has youtube, he can finally afford these things.
“so yeah! tomorrow is the ticket selling so if you ever see me there please don’t hesitate to say ‘hi’ and we’ll have a great time together!” he waved his hands towards the camera.
“bye! see you there! i love you guys!” then again, he approached the camera “you too jeon jungkook, i love you” then kissed it
after that announcement video, he also filmed a vlog, it’s not really much. he just went to a stationary store to buy some materials for his ‘project’ then went home. he arranged the camera on the sofa, filming himself make a placard for the concert.
I LOVE YOU JUNGKOOK-HUSBAND              
he wasn’t the very best when it comes to art so he tried his best, decorating it with cookies all over it and of course, it wouldn’t be a jimin vlog when it doesn’t have jeon jungkook’s songs in the background so he played ‘second grade’ singing and dancing along to it.
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jungkook’s schedule is now hectic again, after having a comeback, the interviews and appearances are never-ending, then there comes concerts. the dance routine for his song had received such good reviews they’re asking who is the new choreographer. he felt proud of jimin.
the singer was granted a small break from rehearsals of the concert so he proceeded backstage and sat down. he took his phone from his bag and saw there was a new notification.
chimchim just uploaded a new video: SEE YOU THERE!
he laughed at his boyfriend’s antics as he watched the video. he had offered jimin some vip tickets for the concert but the latter refused, said he wanted to go through the whole experience of buying the tickets and see what seat he can afford. jungkook insisted, but jimin’s decision was already made.
their relationship is now known to the whole company, the managers and higher-ups were happy for jungkook, the staff found them adorable, seokjin was ecstatic, yoongi also found them cute but he wouldn’t say that out loud.
jimin’s viewers and the public still doesn’t know yet, they’re planning to make it known at the concert. all in all, they’re happy as they could ever be.
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the doorbell rang and jimin opened it “jiminie!” taehyung tackled him into a hug, taehyung is one of his viewers but they have gotten close ever since they have met when jimin was vlogging once.
he learned taehyung is an aspiring singer, has an account on soundcloud and posts covers and damn boy does he have a soulful voice. also a fanboy of jungkook, but not as much as jimin.
“ya, i still have to put on my shoes!” taehyung released him “then hurry up!” after jimin checked he looked perfect and grabbed his placard, they were seated in taehyung’s car, the kid’s awfully rich too.
jimin was fortunate enough to afford a good seat, taehyung could probably afford a vip one, but insisted on joining jimin. they were chatting with some fans when jimin checked the time, 1 hour before it starts.
“taehyung-ah, im gonna be right back” he stood up, handing his placard to taehyung “where are you going?” “i’ll be right back”
he whipped his camera out on his way towards the backstage “guys!! im at the concert! it hasn’t started yet but im so freaking excited!” the staff already knows him so he got in without any problems, bowing towards them on his way “im with taehyung and yeah, i kind of left him for a little while for this” he laughed a little bit.
he knocked on the door before opening and there was jungkook getting his makeup done, the younger waved at him. the camera’s still pointed towards the vlogger so jungkook’s out of the view, but jimin’s sure the viewers will already freak out at this point of the video because he was freaking backstage! and the concert doesn’t offer any backstage passes.
he sat down on the small sofa, still not showing jungkook on the camera, he smiled mischievously at the camera “you must be wondering where am i, right?” he giggled and jungkook just watched him from the mirror.
he laughed when jimin started doing funny faces towards the camera “ya! don’t laugh” jimin pouted at the camera “he’s mean” jungkook stood up after his makeup is all done “well you’re cute”
jimin blushed at the compliment as jungkook sat down beside him “is this live?” “jungkook this isn’t v app” the singer laughed “so you’re going to edit this later” jimin brushed his hair back causing jungkook to bite his bottom lip.
“probably tomorrow” jungkook glanced at the camera “so can i kiss you?” jimin and jungkook just stared at each other.
what? your lips are addicting control your hormones you child
jungkook brought jimin up to his lap and placed his head on the youtuber’s shoulder, waving at the camera “hi im jeon jungkook” jimin looked at their reflection at the viewfinder, his heart swelled up in joy causing him to smile.
they haven’t said the three words to each other yet (the i love you’s that jimin says in his videos are not counted) but jungkook already knows that he loves jimin. he kissed jimin’s cheek and the boy blushed, jungkook found him beautiful in all aspects.
“too much pda” they looked up and yoongi was scowling at them, jimin laughed and pointed the camera to the composer “say hi hyung!”
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the concert is amazing! it’s so hyped jimin can feel his heart thumping along the rhythm, he, taehyung and the rest of jungkook’s fans are absolutely having the time of their lives. jimin looked behind him and the view was breath taking.
you could see the sea of jungkook’s light bombs, the crowed are singing along to him, jimin looked forward again, his boyfriend performing. he felt himself get emotional, he was there when jungkook debuted and now the boy was well known to the industry, ht felt really proud.
“are you having a good time?” jungkook heard the crowd reply with ‘yes!’ and he smiled. “thank you all for coming, i really appreciate it” he wiped his sweat with the towel around then tossed it to the crowd.
“okay so, before i perform the next song, i would like to invite the amazing choreographer who created this masterpiece” jungkook knows exactly where jimin was, but the lights really are blinding so he really can't see his boyfriend properly
he pouted, a series of “aww’s” and screams were heard “please hyung?” jimin was biting his lip, growing nervous, but jungkook already sent the floor director, namjoon, to go get him. taehyung and the people around them were flabbergasted.
while the floor manager guides jimin towards the stage, jungkook’s still talking to his audience “i’m pretty sure you all know him, name’s park jimin, chimchim on youtube, ring any bell?” then the crowd cheers really loud!
jimin timidly walked towards the middle, covering his face when jungkook wrapped an arm around him. he was blushing so bad! jungkook cooed at his boyfriend “aww, my baby’s shy”
“DID HE JUST SAY ‘BABY’?” “WAIT ARE THEY DATING?!” “THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE” “EVERYONE GET READY TO CATCH JIMIN IF HE EVER FAINTS”
jungkook put the microphone away and whispered to jimin “sorry, was it too early?” jimin uncovered his face “it’s fine” but he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “dance with me?” “uh, im not dressed appropriately?”
jungkook looked at jimin’s outfit “you’re fine, just remove your jacket” jimin felt shy removing it, especially when a stadium full of people are watching you. jungkook brought the microphone up to his lips and laughed a little bit.
“hyung, why are you wearing a tank top underneath? i feel so scandalized”
jimin playfully glared at him and took the microphone, facing the audience “i’m not the one thrusting his hips up in the air”
the staff watched as the couple danced on the stage, it’s their first time seeing the two dance together and they were amazed on how in-sync the two were.
“their heart’s in-sync so i guess their bodies caught on” yoongi looked at seokjin in disgust “you’re so cheesy, hyung” the other just shrugged.
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jimin turned his phone on, waiting for jungkook to finish showering. after the concert, jimin spent the night in jungkook’s hotel room (no they didn’t do anything) he sent a quick text to taehyung before turning his phone off because he knows it’s just going to blow up with notifications.
and he was right, his instagram, twitter and youtube (he still needs to edit and upload the vlog) are either full of questions or just congratulatory messages. he was happy because there wasn’t any hate but he also knows this is just the start, he still hasn’t checked the news, those could be harsh.
videos and images of them from last night was all over the net. from him and jungkook dancing to jungkook kissing his temple and saying “give it up for my boyfriend, park jimin!”
he sighed and jungkook caught that when he came back from the bathroom and knelt down in front of his hyung who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“what are they saying?” “i’ve only checked my accounts, they’re happy for us” jungkook knows jimin is upset so he kissed the other’s forehead “was there something i shouldn’t have done last night?”
jimin looked at him and held his hand “no, everything was perfect” jungkook kissed jimin’s knuckles “but you’re worried of what the others would say”
“hyung, i already told you not to worry, people will always have something to say, what’s important is our families’ approval, the company’s approval and the fan’s approval and all of those are already done, so don’t worry alright?”
jimin nodded, believing and trusting his boyfriend. they both leaned in and kissed “i love you” jimin looked at jungkook in shock before kissing the other again “i love you too”
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jungkook could deny being completely smitten over his boyfriend, he could deny having a fan account fully dedicated to chimchim, he could also deny drooling over jimin’s abs at a showcase once.
the idol could deny a lot of things about his relationship with the youtuber but he could not, by all means, deny having a flash drive full of jimin’s photos.
jimin is supposed to be jungkook’s fanboy but it seems like roles have been reversed; the fans find it amusing how jungkook seem to be jimin’s no.1 fan nowadays.
from pictures of him photographing said youtuber to posting said photos to his social media accounts.
jimin still is jungkook’s choreographer and their relationship’s still growing strong; 2 years in the making.
it hadn’t been easy at first but it was better than jimin expected. majority of the crowd was supportive, the comments that aren’t as supportive couldn’t be helped but they managed; the biggest problem really is their privacy for how well-known both of them are.
fortunately, jungkook’s fans are respectful. jimin tries his best to communicate with the fandom because nothing has changed, sure, he’s dating his idol, role model, ideal guy, but he’s still a fan, he’s still part of the fandom, part of the family.
and the fandom adores him, they already did even when he wasn’t dating jungkook, they just adore him more now. how can they not when he’s so nice and down to earth and makes their idol happier than ever.
snap!
jimin looked over at jungkook who is beside him inside the van and chuckled at the younger’s blushing face “jungkook-ah” jungkook has been caught taking pictures of his boyfriend again.
“sorry hyung” he instantly looked down at his camera in an attempt to hide his flustered face. jimin gently took the DSLR despite jungkook’s protests “hyung!” but jimin just kissed him quiet.
jungkook watches as a smile makes its way to jimin’s face, making his eyes do the thing and jungkook is so gone.
“i still can’t get over your photography skills” “it’s the model” now it’s jimin’s turn to blush making jungkook pull him closer and kiss his temple. they could clearly hear yoongi making gag noises at the passenger’s seat and seokjin scolding yoongi for it from the driver’s seat.
jimin pointed the camera towards him and jungkook “smile!”
jungkook thinks about it every day, how he far he’s gotten, he achieved his dream of being a well known singer, having people admire his work (well, his and yoongi’s work) and now he really couldn’t be happier. he’s got jimin. he used to think music is his everything, it still is, but now jimin comes first, because without jimin he wouldn’t have inspiration to write more songs and even produce a couple of tracks giving him new awards, giving him more opportunities.
jimin brought more color into his already colorful life. jimin brought peace to his chaotic life. jimin had been his muse for 2 years now. and he hopes it stays that way.. forever.
forever
his smile in the picture is nothing compared to the ones the public gets to see in a daily basis, for this smile right here, is the smile of somebody hoping to stay and be with their love of their life forever.
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When Im Gone Song Lyrics – Eminem
When Im Gone Song Lyrics
When Im Gone Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist Eminem from Album.
This song is sung by singer ” Eminem ” in Year 2006.
Lyrics of When Im Gone :
yo its my life my own words i guesshave you ever loved someone so much youd give an arm for not the expression no literally give an arm for when they know theyre your heart and you know you are their armor and you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her but what happens when karma turns right around and bites you and everything you stand for turns on you to spite you what happens when you become the main source of her pain daddy look what i made dads gotta go catch a plane daddy wheres mommy i cant find mommy where is she i dont know go play hailie baby your daddys busy daddys writing a song this song aint gon write itself i give you one underdog and you gotta swing by yourself then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her and put hands on her mother whos the spittin image of her thats slim shady yeah baby slim shadys crazy shady made me but tonight shadys rockabye babyand when im gone just carry on dont mourn rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice just know that im lookin down on you smilin and i didnt feel a thing so baby dont feel no pain just smile backand when im gone just carry on dont mourn rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice just know that im lookin down on you smilin and i didnt feel a thing so baby dont feel no pain just smile backi keep havin this dream im pushin hailie on a swing she keeps screamin she dont want me to sing youre makin mommy cry why why is mommy cryin baby daddy aint leavin no more daddy youre lyin you always say that you always say this is the last time but you aint leavin no more daddy youre mine shes pilin boxes in front of the door tryin to block it daddy please daddy dont leave daddy no stop it goes in her pocket pulls out a tiny necklace locket its got a picture this will keep you safe daddy take it with ya i look up its just me standin in the mirror these fuckin walls must be talkin cause man i can hear em theyre sayin you got one more chance to do right and its tonight now go out and show em that you love em before its too late and just as i go to walk out of my bedroom door it turns to a stage theyre gone and the spotlight is on and im singinand when im gone just carry on dont mourn rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice just know that im lookin down on you smilin and i didnt feel a thing so baby dont feel no pain just smile backand when im gone just carry on dont mourn rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice just know that im lookin down on you smilin and i didnt feel a thing so baby dont feel no pain just smile backsixty thousand people all jumpin out their seat the curtain closes theyre throwin roses at my feet i take a bow and thank you all for comin out theyre screamin so loud i take one last look at the crowd i glance down i dont believe what im seein daddy its me help mommy her wrists are bleedin but baby were in sweden how did you get to sweden i followed you daddy you told me that you werent leavin you lied to me dad and now you made mommy sad and i bought you this coin it says number one dad thats all i wanted i just want to give you this coin i get the point fine me and mommy are goin but baby wait its too late dad you made your choice now go out there and show em that you love em more than us thats what they want they want you marshall they keep screamin your name its no wonder you cant go to sleep just take another pill yeah i bet you you will you rap about it yeah word kid keep it real i hear a applause all this time i couldnt see how could it be that the curtain is closin on me i turn around find a gun on the ground cock it put it to my brain scream die shady and pop it the sky darkens my life flashes the plane that i was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes thats when i wake up alarm clocks ringing theres birds singin its spring and hailies outside swingin i walk right up to kim and kiss her tell her i miss her hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister almost as if to sayand when im gone just carry on dont mourn rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice just know that im lookin down on you smilin and i didnt feel a thing so baby dont feel no pain just smile backand when im gone just carry on dont mourn rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice just know that im lookin down on you smilin and i didnt feel a thing so baby dont feel no pain just smile back
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