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your-localghost · 5 years ago

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so um who wants to read a 50 page essay of me and my mom's journey through the IT movies?

too bad you're reading it

so like i saw this goddamm clown, and i, also being a clown, said to my mom, also a clown, "lets watch this clown movie lol" and she said yes. and in the like first five minutes we are already awwing and stuff because??? omg georgie and bill are so cu- oh. oh my god. oh this us not what we thought at all-

so enter Losers. instant RELATE i am also a LOSER hellO?? hAh look at these 2 idiots theyre bickering like an old couple an- oh my fucking GOD of course there are bullies. one of them looks like draco malfoy??? guYs did draco malfoy play in this movie we see him like 2 times-

oh my god oh no poor bill he is trying to find his brother :( but alsO BEV IS SO PRETTY??? IM SO GAY???? and yeah i really feel the New Kid On The Block like same man i didnt even get to meet a pretty girl and a buncho losers who will go jump into lakes with me

OH and the lake scene? it bites me in the ass later. i fucking passed it off as a "theyre bonding" moment and then it transforms into a feelings plane and crashes into my house

me: they just keep leaving their bikes

mom: well It takes kids, not bikes

fastforward and??? the fight secene?? the fuckijgn fi Ght SCE ne??? o H M Y GO D

bill was so desperate to find georgie?? richie was so scared he would die??? beN BEING SCARED HIS FRIENDS ARE GONE?

i AM ALL OF THESE FUCKERS

and oh?? bev's dad??? hate the vibe this dude gives to me. like this dude def did more than mentally abuse her and im so glad she beat him up

uhHHH??? WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT EDDIE STANDING UP TO HIS FREAKSHOW OF A MOM??? HOW HE WAS SO MAD????? HE THREW HIS PILLS ON THE GROUND HELLO, HE STRAIGHT UP YEETED HIS FANNY PACK??? MAN the things a gay goes through for his friends

bill's speech on georgie, like, dude just fucking stab me it will hurt way less

fastforward more, the oath??? how scared stan was??? like i ddint really feel any connection with stan other than his actor played my fav character, stan, in ianowt, but uHm? i still love him??? so mUCH???

oOOOH i just realied i didnt talk about mikey

ahem

THE ROCK FIGHT THE FUKING ROCK FIGHT THE ROCK FIGHT OH MY GOD

THESE LOSERS ARE SCARED SHITLESS OF THOSE SHITBAGS BUT THEY SEE ANOTHER LOSER AND THE FIRST THING THEY DO IS THROW R O C K LIKE FUCK YEAH YOU FUCNKY LITTLE MIDDLE SCHOOLERS STAND UP FOR YOUR FELLOW BULLIED I LOVE MIKEY SO M7CH OH MY GOD

so between the 2 movies we realized it wasnt on netflix and went on various websites to watch the 2nd movie, got progressively angrier until i got my laptop and just watched it blindly because we are both blind

okay heres the tea yall

they completely erased bev's character in the 2nd movie. in the first it was emphesized SO MUCH just how brave she was compared to the others. she took the first step, she wasnt afraid to go into the house she fought her abusive dad and in the 2nd movie it was all gone. i really liked the fact that bev wqsnt a damsel in distress until in the 2nd movie she was. while in the 1st movue you forgot that gender roles existed in the 2nd it really seemed like they wrote bev as a "woman" rather than "bev" you dig me??? okay rant over. basically fuck the 2nd movie bev and im not just saying this because her 1st movie actor made me realize i was a lesbian. on to the movie

oh mY GOD HOMOSEXUALS??? WILL THEY HAVE A PART IN THIS STORY OH MY IM SO EX- oh. right. oh hey theres mikey :D

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me: who's this??

mom: its bill look, its his surname

me:

me: you remember bill's surname but not richie or ben's names?

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oh theyre all grown up!! oh bevs fighting an abusive man again and uh

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mom: i have a feeling stans gonna kill himself

me: hah can you imagi

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STANLEY??? BABEY BOY OH NO???? and also are we gonna let the spider with the baby head thing pass?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DONT REMEMBER ANYTHI-

"this is like a virus its been eating us for 27 years!" YEA MIKEY ITS CALLED PTSD YOU FOUGHT A FUCKING DEMON AND DIDNT SEE A THERAPIST????

also the whole tribe thing seemed really out of story and like it didnt belong there at all? idk maybe its just me but i dont wanna believe that bill's 3rd eye opened after he got drugged by his friend idk

so like hightlights because ive got many rants about the 2nd movie

what the fuck do you mean bev got out of jer specilized hell after ben recited 1 fucking poem are you kidding me are yOU FUCKING KIDDING ARE WE REALLY DOING THE SAVED BY LOVE BULLSHIT AGAIN OH OKAY

OH OKAY FUCK YOU

SO BEV GETS SAVED IN THE FIRST MOVIE AFTER BEN KISSES HER WHEN AT THE TIME HE PRIBABLY THOUGHT LOVE WAS AT ITS PEAK WHEN YOU GAVE YOUR 2ND GRADE CRUSH A BADLY WRITTEN POEM

AND UFKCING HELL IT HAPPENS IN THE 2ND MOVIE TOO??? DOES PENNYWISE JUST THINK "oh these bitches hetero bettet keep them alive" BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS WOULD ALL BE OKAY IF

IF EDDIE LIVED TOO

FUCK I RELATE TO RICHIE SO MUCH??? HIS FIGHT WITH HIS PEERS AND HIS FIGHT WITH HIMSELF OVER HIS YEARS LASTING CRUSH ON EDDIE?? OH MY GOD IT WAS SO OBVIOUS THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS GAY AND I DIDNT REALIZE UNTIL THE 2ND MOVIE WHEN HE HAS A BREAKDOWN BECAHSE HIS SOULMATE GETS STABBED BY HOMOPHOBIC FORTNITE DANCING CLOWN WHILR HE TRIES TO SAVE HIMA DN THEN FUCKIN G DIES EVEN THOUGHT THESE 2 IDIOTS HAD MORE CHEMISTRY THAN BILL+BEV AND BEN+BEV COMBINED OH MY GOD IM SO MAD THE HETEROS GET TO LIVE BY TRUE LOVE BUT THE GAYS DONT AND UG G H H G G HH "hes dead" NO HE FUCKING IS NOT THIS ISNT FAIR I LOVED EDDIE SO MUCH

well uh now that we got my love for richie on papet um

the lake scene

i cried and i had to watch heteros kiss underwater while wiping my tears. its only cool when percabeth does it guys

the lake scene aside i full on BAWLED LIKE A BABY at the ending because i felt so bad that stan died already and i felt bad that not only was richie facing years if bullying and homophobia anf the loss of his friends it finally is confirmed that richie had a crush on eddie and i

i just cried man? it hurt me so much as it weighed on me how many jokes richie made, how scared he was when he saw the missing paper of himself, his flashbacks to people calling him names, his speech to eddie and that he had to get dragged out because this fucker obviously couldnt let go of his feelings. and between all of that and stan's letter my brain blocks out everything and focuses on one

R + E

oh my god

OH MY GOD NO

NOW i dont really like watching movies. as a writer myself im really critical of everything involving the world building, the characters, the plot and all that jazz and usually the acting is so bad that i dont feel for the characters but THIS ONE. T H I S O N E

my mom turned to me and was SO SHOCKED to see my flat out CRYING because i just dont do that man, and she just asked my what made me cry and i just made a noise like "hhhnnnn" and she nodded and went "richie's love story" and i, still crying, went "hhhnnnn" but in a higher pitch

and im just so mad? that eddie didnt get to live?? we didnt get an "i love you" or even a "im gay" from richie??? we didnt get to see them holding hands and letting go of their trauma together and being gay and happy yet

yet the fucking bad-writer-white-boy and boo-hoo-i-had-no-friends and not-bev get happy endings??? mike can get a happy ending because he is a well thought out character

thESE 3 ON THE OTHER HAND OH MY GOD

bill had to change his endings which really makes me angry because ima writer yada yada

bill has been bullied his uh what whole life? he got told his opinion didnt matter and from what i remember even his parents shut down his ideas and i feel like he should have made the endings how he wanted instead of changing to what the public wanted. thats what he defended as a kid, thats why he was in the losers club unwilling to change, because they were losers. yet he changed.

ben should have stayed fat or at least have abnornal weight because that also defeats his story with bev. it makes it seem that suddenly and magically when ben is hot bev can BEGIN to consider that she loves him.

i already ranted about bev.

mike is decent i guess? i like that he didnt stay with whoever the fuck that was in the first movie because he seemed very aggreasive to me. im glad the chose to research into pennywise because others were too stupid not to (RICH AND EDDIE GET A PASS AGAIN BECAUSE THEY SHARE HALF A BRAINCELL AND I LOVE THEM)

well stan is just tragic

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me: who the fuck is afraid of spiders why do they keep showing up

mom: its stan?

mom: he brought the hair things and all

me, about to cry: oh m y god

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so TL;DR: we really liked the first film! the acting, the plot, the creepiness is overall better and you get to relate to a bunch of Losers who get abused by their parents

the 2nd film doesnt exist. i refuse to acknowledge it exist EXCEPT for the ending where stan writes a letter about how he would like to meet hks friends again while BREATHING and richie and eddie carve their initials on a piece of wood and get to be gay.

if your name starts with B your opinion is invalid in the 2nd movie

also can anybody give me fanfics where the fortnite dancing clown doesnt exist and richie goes to therapy to heal from the bullying and once he gets over his homophobia he gays with eddie??? specific i know but im willing to write it if it doesnt exist

#ghost reviews movies #i guess?#it (movie)#it (2017)#it (2019)#spoilers #tw abuse mention #tw homophobia mention #tw suicide mention #this is a #rant #AND A #vent #BECAUSE OF RICHIE AND RICHIE ONLY #long post

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gimmesumsuga · 7 years ago

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Sweeter than Sweet (38)

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: None of note

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By the time you wake up the following evening Jimin’s nowhere to be seen. He’s already off out on his next assignment - wherever the hell it might be - though the only reason you know this is because Jimin left a note on his pillow telling you so. You find it when you turn over, reaching out with bleary eyes in search of his sleeping body but touching cold, empty sheets instead. His handwriting is unexpectedly neat - feminine almost - and with it he assures you that he’ll be home soon and not to worry; he’s got Jin with him to keep him company and keep him safe.

You smile to yourself as you roll over onto your back, rubbing your eyes. You’re glad he’s taken the elder vampire along, not only because they’re more likely to come back in one piece that way, but also because it means Jin will get something proper to eat too - for once. Glancing over to Jimin’s clock you’re surprised to see how late you’ve slept. You figure it must be down to the blood loss you sustained last night, and the way your vision spots a little when sit up just adds further weight to that theory; Jimin really did go to town, didn’t he? Still, you can’t begrudge him for it too much - he did have a lot of healing to do after Namjoon nearly beat him to a pulp, after all.

You take your time in getting out of bed, aware that you might be more physically weak than you first think, so you’re pleasantly surprised when all that happens is a slight wobble as you stand, a slight breathlessness that passes after a minute or two. Besides, you can’t afford to not get out of bed; you’ve got a very important piano lesson to attend.

You really should hurry. Yoongi's probably wondering where you are, and as you head into the bathroom you can't help but wonder how today might go. What’ll Yoongi have to say? Will he have forgiven you yet? Hopefully he will have done; the ache in your chest whenever you think about him hasn't resolved itself yet, and you know it won't until you've well and truly put all of this behind you. You miss him so much it hurts; his company, the way he makes you laugh, his touch.

God, his touch. Would it to be too much to hope for that Yoongi and you could make up the same way you and Jimin did last night? You grab your phone from last night’s hastily discarded pants, deciding it'd be wise to get Jimin’s permission just in case something does happen. Premature, maybe, but you’d rather ask and nothing happen than risk another sore bottom.

'You should've woken me up before you left daddy, I missed you ♡ I’m going to my piano lesson soon.'

You hesitate, chewing your lip and staring at the screen. How the hell do you even go about phrasing this? You type several different version of the same question and then delete them one after one, sighing, and then finally send the message as it is, hoping that Jimin might get the hint just from you mentioning it.

It doesn't take you long to shower and by the time you get out the light on your phone is blinking, a message waiting.

'Didn't want to disturb you. Will hyung be teaching you anything else this week?'

You blush down at your phone, smiling shyly as you tap out your reply. Thank God Jimin knows you well enough to realise you wouldn't have mentioned it without an ulterior motive.

'Do I still have that much more to learn? Would it be ok if he did?'

You dry your hair in front of the mirror, wrapped in one of Jimin’s fluffy towels as you eagerly await his reply, trying not to feel too nervous. You can't imagine he'd say no, not when you've properly asked permission. That was the rule, after all.

'As long as you show me what you learnt afterwards, kitten. Good girl for asking. A please wouldn't have gone amiss, though. Do we need to work to improve your manners? ;)'

Once again Jimin has you blushing, although not just from his simultaneous praise and threat of correction. Just the possibility of being intimate with Yoongi again has your breath quickening at the thought of it, your cheeks and chest flushed.

You really can't think of an adequate reply to that message, so for now your choose to leave it unanswered, focusing on applying a light coverage of makeup in the mirror instead. Even though you didn't text him back, you notice your phone flashing again only a couple of minutes later.

'Why don't you wear that new satin set I bought you and send daddy a picture, too? Black is Yoongi’s favourite.'

This is crossing into new levels of bizarre. Permission is one thing, but to have your boyfriend give you advice on what sort of underwear his friend would like best is just… well, you don't even know. Still, maybe you should be thankful for it. You certainly won't be plagued by guilt anymore, anyway.

Taking Jimin’s suggestion you slip into the black bra and pantie set stashed away in your drawers, smiling as you catch sight of Jungkook's bandana hiding between your various articles of lingerie. The poor boy would probably die of embarrassment if he knew that’s where you were keeping it, and you make a mental note to subtly return it to him as soon as possible as you set about the task of taking a picture of yourself for Jimin.

It takes a frustrating amount of time to do so. Your own insecurities mean you end up taking one after another, never quite happy with how they turn out, and Nova constantly walking into the frame does nothing to help. Aware of time ticking on, you finally settle for one that looks at least passable, sighing and shrugging as you hit send and then rushing to get dressed in a black, floaty off-the-shoulder top and long black skirt. By the time you're done and walking towards Yoongi’s room Jimin has already replied.

'You look good enough to eat, kitten. Can't wait to come home and show you how beautiful you are. Work hard. Have fun ♡'

Your heart skips happily as you smile down at your phone, quickly typing out a reply telling him to stay safe and that you love him.

You're just coming into the entrance hall when you look up from your phone, your eyebrows rising when you spot Hoseok stood in front of the grand, gilded mirror that adorns one wall. He's messing with hair and frowning hard at his reflection, trying to get one unruly piece to stay down and not seeming to having much luck.

“Off somewhere nice?” you ask as you approach him, laughing when he jumps and spins on the spot to face you, his mouth forming a small, shocked ‘o’. He relaxes only marginally when he sees you stood behind him, still messing with that wayward piece of hair in vain.

“Yeah… I… uh… I've got a date,” Hobi tells you nervously, his eyes darting off to the side for a second before looking back, obviously trying to assess your reaction.

“With Sam?” He nods slowly, but not before you note him swallow. He probably thinks you're going to start hitting him again.

Instead, you throw your arms around his shoulders in an enthusiastic hug that he doesn't expect, stumbling slightly when he's hit with your body weight.

“Aww Hobi, well done!” Now that he knows he's not being assaulted, Hoseok’s arms circle around you too, giving you a brief, friendly squeeze. You pull away, hands still resting on the shoulders of his jacket. “Told you she'd like you.” He grins shyly, scratching the side of his neck, clearly suffering with some pre-date jitters. “Where’re you taking her?”

“There’s a new cocktail bar I thought she might like…”

“She'll love that,” you smile, and Hobi's whole face brightens at your approval. The collar and lapels of his jacket aren't quite straight so you start to fix them for him, smoothing them down as you throw in some helpful tips. “Her favourite’s a ‘Bramble’... it's gin, blackberries and God knows what else.”

“Bramble. Got it.”

“Can you dance?” He gives you a look that mocks you for even having asked and it makes you laugh instantly on seeing it. “Good - show her your moves. She loves a guy who knows how to move his hips.” You pat his jacket once more and then step back, feeling like a proud mama seeing off her boy on his first date. He looks really good tonight; shoulders broadened by the slim fit of his jacket, waist extra trim in tight pants that leave very little to the imagination. Sam’s going to eat him alive.

“I love you, you know that right?” he tells you, reaching out and pinching your cheek that's quickly began to blush.

“Only cus I'm helping you score,” you scoff, batting his hand away with a roll of your eyes. “But don't let her take you home tonight though, ok? Keep her wanting more.” He feigns insult, pressing his hand to his chest and widening his mouth and eyes.

“What kind of girl do you take me for?”

“You don't want me to answer that,” you grin slyly and Hobi just laughs, dropping the act with a shake of his head.

“Ok, ok, all advice duly noted.” He checks his watch and pulls a face, turning to the mirror to check his reflection one last time. “I better go, don't wanna be late.”

“Have fun,” you say with a wave, and as he reaches the door you point your finger at him, raising an eyebrow. “Keep your hands - and your teeth - to yourself, Jung Hoseok.”

“Yes mom,” he grins cheekily, and with that he's gone, pulling the front door shut behind you as you roll your eyes. Cheeky he might be, but you trust Hobi enough to know he'll be on his best behaviour.

As soon as he's gone you head briskly towards Yoongi's room, aware that you're now even later than before. You hope he hasn't been waiting too long, or worse, presumed you aren't coming and gone off somewhere else. Then again, you're not sure Yoongi ever goes anywhere to speak of anyway.

Thankfully, when you get to his door - it's ajar, and you smile - you can hear music coming from inside already. You enter eagerly, your smile growing when you see Yoongi sat at the piano, playing as beautifully as always. He looks gorgeous in a long-sleeved, loose fitting white t-shirt and tight black jeans, his slightly shaggy hair falling in front as his face as he turns it downward, absorbed in the melody.

As you close the door behind you, though, Yoongi immediately looks up, his fingers stilling on the keys.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming,” he says as you approach, and you can tell by his deadpan expression that he's really not joking.

“Sorry… I overslept a little,” you explain sheepishly, taking your usual seat next to him on the piano stool once he slowly shifts across to make room. Yoongi just looks at you once you're sat, his facial expression still not shifting, stoic and silent to the point where it starts making you feel a little uncomfortable.

“You look paler than I do.”

“Oh… yeah.” You huff a little laugh of embarrassment, your cheeks flushing, not realising you're fingering your collar until you see Yoongi's sharp eyes look that way. He puts two and two together, quickly realising exactly why you look quite so drained and sickly today.

“You shouldn't let him take so much,” Yoongi tells you, his voice initially coming out so harsh that it makes you cringe. Recognising the way his words made your body tense his next are uttered much softer, delivered with a soft tucking of hair behind your ear. “Your health shouldn’t have to suffer for his.” You try to lean into him but the touch doesn’t last long enough, his hand lowering to rest on the stool by his side.

“I’ll be fine in a day or so,” you reassure him but Yoongi just ‘hmms’ in response, his mouth set in a straight line as he looks away and down at the piano keys. A silence falls between the two of you, but with every thud of your pulse in your ears you can feel your longing to touch him grow, the ache so strong that it’s making your stomach hurt. “About what I said the other night…” you begin, just wanting to get it out of the way, clear the air, but before you can say anymore Yoongi interrupts you.

“Can we just play, first?” You blink, caught off balance for a moment by his mumbled request but then agreeing with a shrug, trying not to sigh aloud.

“Sure.” Yoongi starts to rearrange the sheet music in front of you, bringing to the front something you’ve never seen before. It has a simple enough looking melody, for the most part, getting progressively more complex as the piece goes on. You play the first couple of notes, prodding softly at the piano keys as you concentrate hard on the papers in front of you, but when you move to add your left hand Yoongi stops you with a gentle touch of your knuckles.

“Concentrate on the melody first. I’ll do the rest.” You nod, removing your fingers from the ivories and trying to ignore the way your skin is tingling from just that slightest of touches.

Slowly, the two of you start to play. It’s a little disjointed to begin with, but then it always is when you’re first getting to know the particularities of a new piece. It always takes awhile to get the rhythm right - for you, anyway. Yoongi seems to know this song back to front, his graceful fingers moving with practised ease. Though you’d never expect anything different from him; he always seems to make it look effortless, even when he tells you he’s never played a piece before.

You’d initially felt a little put out that Yoongi had insisted you play before discussing the issues between you, but now that you’re doing it you can kind of see why he did. Concentrating on the music means you’re distracted from your anxiety, unable to overthink or panic about what you’re going to say, and in doing so your mind relaxes, your body following soon after, all tension leaving you. It seems to be soothing Yoongi too; his jaw no longer so tight, the lines of stress that were written on his face beginning to smooth out. It’s like the synchronicity of the two of you playing together is bringing you back into balance, restoring the harmony you always used to feel in his presence.

When the piece comes to an end Yoongi’s the first to turn, swivelling on the stool to face you.

“I expected that to be worse,” he says, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.

“So did I,” you admit, smiling shyly back. Honestly, you really did. Maybe your muscle memory is better than you thought - or maybe fate’s just cutting you a break. Another little silence falls but this one feels more comfortable than the last, and you use it just to study the thoughtful look on Yoongi’s face, thinking to yourself how glad you are just to be sat here with him. “I missed you,” you confess again, whispered softly. Your hand moves unconsciously shifts across the piano stool, just a little bit closer to his, fingertips almost touching but not quite.

Yoongi considers you for a while, quiet and contemplative, before sighing your name, shaking his head and then uttering something you hadn’t even dared to hope for.

“However much you might’ve missed me… I’ve missed you so damn much more.” He makes a grab for your hand, linking your fingers together and then using that grasp to pull you into him, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you tightly against him, like he’s afraid you might slip away. You nestle your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar smell of him that you’ve missed so much, smiling into him when you feel his nose in your hair, his lips pressing over and over again to the top of your head.

“I know I’m a hypocrite. I know I don’t have a right to feel jealous… and you and Jimin will do what you want to do anyway. Just… don’t rub it in my face, ok?” Yoongi isn't usually a man of so many words, so you give him the good graces of listening intently, letting him get it all out and noticing a hint of sadness in his eyes that he’s failing to hide as he speaks, your stomach clench unpleasantly in response to it.

“I’ve been thinking a lot… and I still don’t know how to do this,” he sighs, tightening his hold on you, “But I can’t keep away from you, gongjunim. I thought I could, but look at me. The second I see you I just…” Yoongi trails off, letting you go just enough to look down into your eyes. His own are so full of doubt that it breaks your heart. You smile sadly at him, leaning in to rest your cheek against his as you loop your arms around his shoulders, stroking the back of his hair soothingly.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like… like this is just some sort of game. It’s not like that, ok?” Briefly pressing the tip of your nose against his you hear Yoongi’s sharp intake of breath and note the way his eyes flick down to look at your lips, swallowing in excited anticipation. “Yoongi…” His name comes out as a whisper, your voice becoming husky as his hands slip from your waist to travel upwards, cupping your face in his hands.

“You’re always so sweet to me. So good and sweet and soft, even when you’re pretending like you’re not.” Your words are coming out in a rush now, your eyes closed, the feel of Yoongi’s breath brushing across your lips. “You’re talented and you’re beautiful, even when you think you’re not those things either… and the way I feel when I’m with you - I just-”

“Don’t,” Yoongi interrupts again, his voice breaking as he speaks, thumbs rubbing at your cheeks, your heart pounding through your chest so hard that he can feel it too. “Don’t say these things to me if you don’t mean them, gongjunim.” You open up your eyes and all the breath leaves your lungs when you see how close his face is to yours, hoping that the sincerity of your gaze will make him see just how much truth there is to the words you’ve said.

“I mean them.”

That’s it, then. You see Yoongi’s eyes look back and forth between the two of yours, and then he’s pulling your face to his and kissing you with a desperation the like of which you’ve never felt before. His tongue plunges into your mouth almost the moment your lips meet, his hands slipping from your face and grabbing at your body instead; your upper arms, your waist, your hips, kissing you so hard that you’re almost pushed backwards from the force of it, in danger of falling off the stool until he scoops you up and sits you directly on the piano keys. The sound is jarring, the stool hitting the floor with a thud behind him as Yoongi knocks it over in his haste to stand between your legs.

Yoongi’s hold on your hips is bruising, the top of the piano digging into your back as he leans over you, your hands in his hair. The sound of your helpless moans are consumed by his mouth, growing more needful as you feel his erection pressing at your stomach through his jeans, and you give yourself a mental pat on the back for having the foresight to gain Jimin’s permission for this in advance. Being guilt-free just makes you all the more bold, grabbing a hold of Yoongi’s belt and starting to hastily undo it, not allowing your kiss to break until he suddenly steps back, panting.

“What’s wrong?” you ask breathlessly, confused by the frown he’s wearing, sliding off the piano keys as soon as Yoongi’s weight is no longer holding you there. He wipes his mouth with his thumb, looking away from your for a moment as his chest heaves and then looking back, dark eyes roving over your body from bottom to top.

“Nothing, nothing.” Yoongi pauses, letting himself calm for a moment before stepping towards you again. Some of the desire has left his expression, a softer, more concerned look taking its place when he sees the worry on your face. “I just… I want you. Shit, I really do,” he huffs, smiling almost a little bitterly as he runs his knuckles along your cheek, “But I need a little more time… just to get my head around all this.”

Your stomach takes an unpleasant turn when you hear him say that, petrified that it means more time apart, more distance between the two of you again, reflexively taking hold of the front of his shirt like that’ll somehow keep him there for good. Seeing your panic Yoongi quickly pulls you into his arms, holding you close and pressing his face to your hair.

“Not like before, princess, ” he reassures softly, kissing your forehead when you turn your face upward to look at him and smiling as he rests his against yours. “Believe me, I’m never putting either of us through that again.”

“Good.” You manage a smile back, loosening your grip of his shirt but still not letting go just yet, not until Yoongi’s kissed you again. He’s tender this time, his kiss unhurried but still just as deep, and it leaves you reeling just as much when he pulls away.

“I hope you didn’t break anything,” Yoongi comments as he finally lets you go, stepping back to pick up the stool from where it’s toppled on its side, “That piano was expensive.” You lift your eyebrows at him, scoffing at his sudden cheek.

“I think you’ll find it’s you that keeps throwing me onto the thing, Yoongi,” you point out, pleased at the grin that spreads across his face. He sits, pressing experimentally at the keys and nodding, pleased when they all still seem to be working. As you sit next to him you suddenly become very aware of how damp your underwear is, sticking to you as your bottom meets the seat, and shifting uncomfortably your murmur, “Not that you ever follow through, mind you.”

All of a sudden Yoongi’s grabbing hold of your chin, yanking your head round to face him, his eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into smirk that’s so dangerous and sexy that is has you biting your lip again just seeing it.

“When I do, gongjunim, no-one will be able to hear the piano over the sound of you screaming anyway, I promise you that.”

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vaporwave-trolls · 6 years ago

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#sad gorl hours x 2

mimoris past is fucked so trigger warning on all aspects,if anyone wants to try and ship with her i do recommend reading the last bit

lets do mimori for this one cus i have so much rps going on with her and some are heading onto some personal stuff for her ,ive also actually been asked about her past cus i constantly say shes fucked with 0 explanation so here it is folks,why exactly is mimori so angsty and violent

so before this i should mention mimori is actually one of my first trolls that have been around for eons and gone through so many revamps and was trashed for 3 years only really being brought back recently so most trolls mentioned in this belong to other people that just no longer have blogs or they left the f.t community . that aside lets get into this bitches traumatic past

so currently mimori is a partner dance teacher,so she teaches classes and does performances/compositions, that is the most calm you will ever see her because outside of that she is actually pretty violent, can and will fight anyone for any little reason and had committed murder a few times its no longer a big deal,shes just depressed and bored with living cus everythings a routine

so breaking it down shes had 3 mates 1 forced mate 1 morail and 2 kismesis, keep in mind ive had her for like what 7-8 years which is why shes had so much

so mim was actually extremely sweet she wouldnt hurt a fly the lady wouldnt even swear, her life was fine and dandy up until her first mate meilin,a teal blooded lady in the mafia. meilin pretty much told her she was too weak and needed to actually do stuff besides sit around and look pretty much started the ball rolling,mim started to practice fighting she learned to use a gun she wanted to help her girlfriend but in the end she was just to small and easily over powered by others so what did her mate do, her mate sold her into slavery because mim is a lavender mutant and albino which got meilin a pretty penny so off mim went into the hands of a high blood

she was forced into red with levric, a indigo/fuchia cup sea dweller, dude was jacked on money and liked exotic shit so mim was like a jack pot especially since at the time mim didnt speak alternian or English (she was used before i even moved so everything was still Japanese including her and her lusus) and she was albino the guy was enthralled with her, but it wasnt a real relationship so there was a lot of abuse and demands,she was a slave after all,after awhile of this her luses (a haradashi that took a monster women form) came to pretty much break her out of slavery but harda mom was caught and mim was forced to watch her mom pretty much be tortured and gutted in front of her which flicked a switch and she rampaged, she tore the place down killing anything she set her eyes on like full berserker mode that took her 2 days to come out of

a sweep after that she met her morial beibei,a lime mutant who was an assassin,they where beyond close but mims past caught up quick and someone has put a bounty out for killing the large sum of highbloods a sweep prier when she escaped, ultimately beibei was hired by someone and tried to betray mim,the fight was pretty narly but in the end mim had killed beibei, this fight left her with a scare on her back that follows her spine

after that having been betrayed but her first mate,abused in slavery,witnessed her moms death and betrayed a second time killing a friend she was pretty done and became a hardcore alcoholic playing around with drugs too,she just became really depressed and no longer cared,

few more sweeps of abusing her liver and systems she met exavir, an ex clown who soon became her mate, this guy helped her kick the drug use and slow down on the drinking and hurting herself but this guy also had his own demons,a clown cant leave the church trolls wanted him and he couldnt control his violent out bursts so she ended up in another abusive relationship but this time around since he helped her with her addiction she saw nothing wrong and started thinking the abuse was just a form of loving someone,one day he lost it and was loosing control of his chuckle voodoo and asked mim to kill him.she couldnt kill him so she watched her mate sink into insanity and go on a violent outbreak ,he tried to kill her but she finally had no choice and killed her mate

fast forward some more sweeps she had a kismises retton, a red blooded lady who worked as a bar tender, turned out they where a violent drinker and once again mim was abused but she didnt register it as abuse,it went on for a while till retton killed herself and mim found her dead in their hive so once again mim was alone

then finally we come to her 3rd and final mate, delrio, a blue blooded lady who worked in some shady business she never knew about, delrio ended cheating on her constantly fighting,the 2 just werent working out and by this time mim had grown tired of loving people in the end she killed delrio just cus and left them for dead

her very last relationship and her most resent was her last kismesis ,jakeel, an off fuchsia fish boy, he kept trying for mims red but mim was emotionally unavailable she was too scarred and broken from her last few mates she was sure it was a curse and didnt want another mate in fear of repeating the past so he settled for black instead but it got to point where he no longer wanted black he wanted red and if he couldnt have it with her then no one could in which he decided to kill her, which once again clearly didnt work cus shes still around and she ended up fighting him and killing him and that was all

so thats that, mimori no longer believes in quads or love in any form be it black or red,she believes love is just a fake thing people use to make themselves feels better and she doesnt think she deserves it so the closes thing she gets to it is to read romance novels which she thoroughly enjoys. she has so much mistrust and anger left in her which is why shes so violent,it got so ingrained in her head that she has to fight and be strong or else she’ll die and her past mate was right that it flipped a switch to the whole other side to the point violence is just part of her and murder is just a hobby. the thought of falling in love or trusting someone again terrifies her and shes blocked out those feelings for sweeps now. like if someone where to just reach over to pat her shoulder or hold her hand she’ll flinch and punch them away,the only way to touch her is if your dancing,shes fighting you,shes plastered or she herself invites it

she mentally dead pretty much she sees herself as a walking corpse but she wont let anyone know how fucked she is becuse she thinks its a weakness and hates it,she hates anyone thats weak

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pastpatientlywaitingforimagines · 7 years ago

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Then Her Body’s On Mine (Javier x Reader) Platonic

WC: 1472

You and Javier Muñoz had been best friends for exactly forever, and that was a fact. Your birthdays were five days apart (you would never let him forget that you were older and subsequently wiser), you grew up in the same neighborhoods, attended the same high school and college, and were in all of the same clubs. No matter what adventure your lives held, Javi was always by your side and you were always by his.

Now in your adult life, you were taking on a new adventure: Hamilton. You had been in the production for a while, Javi as an alternate and you as an ensemble member, but since most of the Original Broadway Cast had left, Javi had taken over full time for Lin and you had very recently taken over for Jasmine. While you loved the whole OBC dearly, being able to have a principle role in a Broadway production was a dream come true.

“How long have you and Javier known each other?” Mandy asked one afternoon as you were getting ready for rehearsal.

“Forever minus five days. Our mothers became friends at the hospital before we were born so I literally met him the day he was born. I don’t remember it, of course, but he’s always been there,” you answered.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed you were dating,” Lexi added to the conversation.

“We get that a lot. Coincidentally, we came out to each other on the same day. Ah high school, I remember it like it was yesterday,” you joked, pulling your hair into a ponytail before heading out of the door. You clambered down the stairs quickly to Javi’s dressing room, pounding on the closed door four times.

“Hurry up loser we’re starting soon!” You yelled. You heard Javi yelling back to you in Spanish on the other side of the door, followed closely by a loud crash. You giggled, bounding back up the steps and onto the stage.

“We’re going to be working on your blocking for ‘Say No To This’ first, so if you want to warm up your voice I would do that now,” Tommy directed as you joined your fellow Schuyler sisters on the stage. You ran through your warms ups with them, immersing yourself in the music and only faltering when Javi snuck up behind you and tickled your sides.

Tommy started directing your movements for the song, and you took very detailed mental notes. Each step you took was placed perfectly in your mind as you progressed.

You ran the beginning over and over, finally getting to the point where you and Javi were singing and acting at the same time.

“Alright, take five and then we’ll go from the chorus. Nice work guys,” Tommy said happily, turning to discuss movements with Andy.

One of the new ensemble members turned to you with wide eyes.

“You sing so well together! I didn’t think it was possible!” You laughed at their comment after graciously accepting the compliment.

“Javi and I have been singing together for a while, we’ve had a lot of practice balancing each other out.”

Singing with Javier was one of your favorite pastimes. In college you would spend your free afternoons walking around Washington Square Park singing covers of songs you both liked. Javier always sang melody and you always sang harmony, due to Javi’s firm belief that you had a better ear for it than he did. Your favorite songs with him were the ones where you got to sing a countermelody. The complexity of the piece added to the beauty of your voices in your opinion.

After your break, you began blocking for the chorus of the song.

“(Y/N), you’re gonna get right up in front of Javi and start seducing him. Grind on him, touch his face, anything you think is sexy enough to seduce Sexy Ham, ok?” Tommy cued the music, and you began your walk towards Javi. As you neared him you reached your arm out, dragging your fingers across his chest. You pressed your hips into his, ghosting his neck and cheek with your lips as the music played around you.

Due to your close friendship, acting with Javi was second nature. You had spent hours in different characters with him as you grew up and pursued your acting careers. You and Javi had basically made out onstage before during a production in your high school years, so being so close in personal with him. Nevertheless, as soon as you pulled back and made eye contact, you both burst out laughing.

You were laughing so hard that Tommy had to stop rehearsal. The rest of the cast watched in awe as you and Javier gripped each other for support.

You and Javi had these moments where you would laugh at and with each other. Just belly laughter over one little thing that filled your heart all the way to the top. You both had what could be classified as a rough childhood, and you learned early on that laughing through life together was the only way you’d make it out relatively unscathed, so that was what you did.

After the pair of you had more or less collected yourself, Tommy approached your spot on the stage.

“Do I want to know what just happened?” he asked.

“It was just so weird for us to have that kind of interaction,” Javi managed to say.

“Ok, well, it looked really good so if you can do it that way during the show without breaking character that would be fantastic,” Tommy said excitedly.

You continued running the scene, and eventually you were able to keep your composure for a majority of the acting.

“Great! (Y/N), you’re in for the show tomorrow. Let’s wrap it up everyone!”

After rehearsal you joined Javi in his dressing room for dinner, Chinese food per your request. As you shoved chopsticks full of noodles into your mouth, you each scrolled through your Twitter feeds.

“I got one,” you said, taking a sip of water and sending him the link. The two of you carefully drafted each of your responses before hitting ‘post’.

“These are more fun when you’re here to help me,” Javi said when your take-out cartons were almost empty.

“Sorry I have more of a life than constantly roasting people on Twitter,” you said, eyes staying locked on your phone. Your phone buzzed with another mention, this time from Javi.

@JMunozActor: Chinese food, tweeting, and upside down convos with my favorite

Attached was a photo of you in your current state, head hanging off the couch and feet stuck straight in the air. You glanced up and stuck your tongue out at your best friend.

“Honestly (Y/N), what would I do without you?” he asked.

“Probably cry every day from lack of fun,” you teased.

“What would you do without me?” Javi’s voice dropped just a little bit, becoming more serious.

“I don’t like to think about it Javi. I’ve almost lost you too many times now,” you said, staring at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.

“We’ll have to talk about it eventually, (Y/N). You know I’ll probably die before you,” he persisted.

“That’s a bridge I’ll cross when we get there then. For now you’re still here so we don’t have to worry.”

“I put you in my will.”

“You what?”

“You’re in my will. I gave you some money, and a lot of random stuff I have. It’s mostly high school memorabilia, stuff that my mom would throw away but you wouldn’t because you know why it’s sentimental,” he clarified. You hated thinking about losing Javi. He was your rock and your partner in crime. For you, there was no life without Javi. Even when he was sick you visited him every day.

“That’s really sweet of you, Javi,” you choked out.

“I also want you to sing at my funeral,” he said, his tone becoming more casual.

“What should I sing?” you asked, picking up on the change.

“Anything you want, really. Maybe something in Spanish? You sing so beautifully in Spanish,” he said fondly.

“I wouldn’t know what I was singing, and my pronunciation would suck. I only sing those well because you walk me through the pronunciation first,” you reminded him.

“Then we’ll pick a song and I’ll teach it to you before I die!” Javier said very optimistically, considering the topic you were discussing.

“Sure thing loser. I’ll sing in Spanish at your funeral, but only if you throw me the coolest birthday party at the last birthday of mine you’ll be at,” you bartered.

“How will I know which birthday of yours will be my last?” Javi asked. You just shrugged.

“Guess you better get party planning buddy.”

#hamilton #platonic imagine #javier x reader #hamilcast #platonic

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