#also hi yes i changed my theme for like the 100th time | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

mntalbrakdown · 3 years ago

Text

spidey-webs - T. Holland

masterlist!

mentions of: 18+ MDNI, fingering, public sex, car sex, riding, fluff, jealousy, PDA, unprotected sex, curse words, cum play, overstimulation, tummy bulge, breeding, long asf

synopsis: tom and you go to see spider-man: no way home for the 100th times and when some kids flirt with you, Tom gets jealous and shows them you’re his

a/n: this is actually probs wrong but i wanted to get it out also grammar errors ahead!

Another day of you and Tom talking early in the morning. You’ve moved in on your third anniversary, since Tom gave you a gift box and inside were some keys, to this house, you argued about how you have to pay half of the bills and how Tom says he has it covered, but like always you had your way in. But today you were talking about how the Spider-Man movie he just released was hands down the best movie of 2021 and it was a perfect way to wrap up the marvel year.

“Holland I think we should watch No Way Home again!”

“Sweets we’ve watched it about a million times now”

“So is that a no?”

“When do you want to watch it?” He gives in pulling out his phone to order tickets

“Thursday” you look over at his phone “why are you checking the weather?”

“It’s going to rain, you sure?”

“Uh duh, even better” you state

“I got the tickets for 3 in the afternoon”

“Sounds good” as you kiss his cheek heading out

“Uh, not so fast” he grabs your hand as you try to leave

“Yes” you question as you wrap your hands around his neck and make deep eye contact

“Love you” he leans in for a kiss

“Is that really it?”

“Was hoping for a better reply” he says looking away jokingly

“I love you”

“Thank you” he quickly walks away, you were left stunned and let out a low sigh

While the days have passed, you eagerly thought of a great outfit, you were heavily inspired by the Pinterest bitches and still wanted to keep it warm and Spider-Man theme. You landed on some chunky black leather heeled boots, some tights, black skirt, Spider-Man hoodie and a beanie. While Tom had some black cargo pants with a black hoodie and blue and red flannel. With some sideman converse

“What ya’ up to?” you hear a familiar British voice whispering in your ear while they wrapped their hands on your waist

“Nothing much” you admit

“I was hoping if a stranger came and wrapped their hands around you, you would freak” he kisses your neck as you turn around

“I don’t know, this stranger looks rather handsome if I say so myself” you peck Toms's lips

“You kiss like a girl” he jokes

“Than teach me how to kiss” you dare

“Maybe I will” he leans in and captures your lips in his, biting your lower lip, the kiss becomes a little more passionate and you have to pull away before you end up on the bed, missing the movie

“I have to be honest, because I haven’t been recently” Tom looks at you deep in the eyes

“What, what’s wrong?” You become frantic interlocking hands on both sides of Tom scanning his face for any hints of what he’s going to drop

“I’m significantly better off for having met you.” He started smiling

“Fuck you, you scared the actual shit out of me” you admit slightly pushing his shoulder

“Ouch, I pour my love out to you, and this is how you repay me?” It’s Tom’s turn to do the hand interlocking.

“I’d be sad if you weren’t around.” You admit kissing him

“I’ve taught you well” he smirks

“I’m a quick learner” you raise your chin since Tom is still anchoring your hands down

“No, no, I think it’s the teacher” he crosses his arms, your hands missing his warmth

“Doubt it” you say under your breathe “anyway you ready?” Changing the subject real quick

“I need one more thing” Tom says as he holds on to your cheek for a kiss “I’m good now, we can leave” he says patting your back to start walking. It’s the subtle actions Tom does that makes your stomach flutter. He has a way of making your crush on him a lot bigger, never letting it die down or weaken

“I think you’re just my type” you admit while walking to the car

“I hope so, since you’re dating me” Tom says as he’s holding the door for you

“I love my little redcoat,” you say leaning in for a kiss as Tom is standing for you to get in the car. As you buckle yourself Tom gets in the car. It was raining so you could hear the pitter patter of the drops on the window

“I love my little patriot” he says mimicking you even with the kiss

As he started the car he rests his hand on your thigh squeezing it every time he thinks you zoned out. He likes talking to you, he doesn’t believe he knows everything about you. Like for example, yesterday he learned you broke your right hand when you were two for some chocolate cake. He can’t imagine how cute you were with your little broken hand. Or how he learned you were closer to your brother than your sister.

“So anything I should know” Tom asks, there’s a long pause as you think.

“Oh when I was a teen my brother, sister, and I would go to the movies every Tuesday when we wanted to watch a movie”

“Is that so?” He looks over at you and you nod your head back at him. Once he reaches a red light, you yet again lean in for a kiss. As you pull away Tom plays some music and plays “I wanna prove to you” by The Lemon Twigs

“When I look in your eyes, I’m not telling you lies” Tom sings along rather terribly

“Baby, why won’t you love me?” You sing into a water bottle and than tilt your hand over to Tom so he can sing. He holds onto your wrists as he continues the song to your desired destination. As you get your goodies for the movies, Tom is running over to the other side of the car to open the car for his lover.

“Thanks hon,” you kiss his cheek

“Of course, darling” he says as he smacks your ass, proving how easily he can go from an angel to a demon

“Love, not in public” you say as you walk to the theatre

“Gotta prove to others that you're mine” he smiles at an old lady passing by

“You know I hate when-“ you were cut off by some teenage boys coming your way

“Hey sugar,” one tries to be slick completely ignoring Tom and his hand around your shoulder as you wait in line to show the tickets on Tom’s phone

“Hey boys” you play along to see if they actually are harmful

“What ya’ going to watch?” They look at Tom’s phone, huh, so they do know you are together

“Spider-Man” Tom answers, you could tell the boys knew who Tom was because they had a look of realization

“First time watching it?” The other one says

“No, watched it more times than I can count on my hands” you admit and look at Tom who seems obviously annoyed

“We’re going to watch it too” the blonde says

“First time?” Your eyebrows furrow

“Third” the brunette answers

“Here’s the tickets” the worker hands over to Tom as you both walk to get some popcorn and a beverage

“I thought the ass smack was very clear” you mock Tom

“Have to make you quiet asap, and put those kids in their place to not mess with a woman who is taken” he says almost not even to you, but himself.

“Speaking of the devils” you look back to see the brunette and blonde

“Can we help you?” Tom says turning around

“Not you, she can though” the blonde admits

“What can she do, that I can’t?” Tom is starting to grow furious

“Please us” the brunette finishes

“First I am not a prostitute, Tom we can go,” you say with the popcorn and soda

“We need the snacks” he doesn’t even look at you and is staring at the boys

“I have them, love” you make eye contact with him and he immediately grabs the popcorn to help you out.

“I really didn’t like that” Tom says “I mean did they not see that you’re taken, by me?!” Tom says a little too loud

“Get used to it,”

“Does this happen to you when I’m not around” Tom furrows his eyebrows at you

“Sadly, wait what seats are we in?” You look at him and leads you to them

“At least we got away from them” you confess

“Not likely” Tom meets your eyes and points to the boys coming from the other side of the theatre.

“Great,” you say and see they aren’t even that close they’re on the other side still of the theatre, now looking at it was pretty lonely, maybe since everyone has watched the movie plenty of times and has moved on, well everyone, but you of course.

“I have a plan,” Tom admits as the movie is starting

“What is it” you look at the freckled boys face looking at the big screen and you can’t help but guide his face to look at you and kiss you.

“What was that for?” Tom pries

“You’re too cute” you kiss him again as you turn away from him and look at the screen. It was Tom’s turn to now stare at the beauty that is in front of him. You lean your head on his shoulder as the movie continues. Tom can feel pairs of eyes on you and gets mad, if they want to watch you. He’ll give them a show.

He slowly moves his hand higher to your thigh, to your heat

“What are you doing Holland?” You keep looking at the screen as he continues his attack with the boys

“Nothing, just love you so much” he kissed the top of your head. You start to eat some popcorn and see the movie unfolding in front of your eyes. Tom along with the other boys are having a heated staring contest. As he moves his hand further and further higher he starts to massage you heat which cut your breathing off.

“Tom what are you doing? There are people here, let alone kids” you glare at the man

“Want me to stop?” He looks at you with concerning eyes

“Uh-“ you were cut off with Tom sticking two fingers in and a low moan

“Thought so” he says as he continues his attack to prove to the boys you are his and only his. You didn’t hate it, the movie started to have a fight scene so your moans would blend in with the loud sounds. As Tom’s hands continue their routine, he is now forgetting about the other kids and focusing on how you look so attractive trying to suppress your moans. How your face contours to pleasure. How your pretty, full eyebrows, furrow with pleasure as your eyes roll back.

“God you’re perfect” Tom gazes at the woman in front of him

“And therefore I have value” you look at Tom, while you grin at him. Tom leans in for a kiss as he knows you are close to your high so you won’t be loud.

“My pretty girl needs to make her beautiful moans quiet” as he kisses you passionately and you tremble from your high. He adds a third finger and circles your clit. The overstimulation pushing you over the edge. You come back and Tom is taking his fingers in his mouth.

“Wanna try?” He looks at your blissed-out state and you lean in for a kiss. You can taste yourself and the coke Tom has been drinking. “That was hot” Tom confesses as you look back to the screen and resume watching the movie.

“Let’s hope they didn’t record” you stare at the scene unfolding in front of your eyes, it was near the end since Peter was walking to the coffee shop “you look cute when you're Peter” you glance back at the man that has been eyeing at you since you’ve kissed. “What? Do I have a pimple” you start sliding your hand around your side of the face he’s looking at

“No, you’re just pretty after you cum” he smirks and you punch him

“Tell your colleague I say hi” you look at Tom’s pants, they looked a little tighter than normal. You lightly smile and look at Tom who has a mischievous smirk

“You are so fucked after this movie” Tom holds on to your thigh as he looks back at the screen and so do you. The first time you were watching this you were sobbing, while now you have a smile that goes ear to ear. As the credits roll out, you both leave since you’ve watched this movie before and know what the ending credits are.

“How you feeling” Tom asks holding on to your hand while he holds the soda in the other as you hold on the popcorn.

“Excited,” you say looking at your lover and seeing the clear doors in front of you. It was night, but still raining which put a smile on your face even more. You walked to the car and get in, Tom starts the car as he kisses you. Waiting for it to warm up. He was holding on to your chin as you slowly kiss him. It was sending butterflies to your stomach and you couldn’t help but smile at the man. You eyes slowly flutter shut. And are only in the moment.

“We should probably find a more lonely parking lot,” Tom says pulling his head away but keeping his forehead on yours. He begins the car as you look at the rain droplets on your passenger window. Your stomach flutters as you realize how lucky you are to have Tom

“Whats going on in your pretty head of yours?” Tom takes a double-take at your delicate features

“Nothing, just that I’m lucky” you smile at the brunette curly-haired boy “I found a five leafed clover among many other clovers”

“Are those even real?” He turns to you as he hits a red light

“Yeah, they’re one in a million,” you say your notable fact that you’ve been hiding for a little too long

“You’re such a nerd, you are the epitome of a peter Parker, taking physics freshman year, and loving geometry” Tom stares at you with so much love and adoration in his glittering eyes. You look over at him and smile like a 6-year-old who just saw a kitten and wants to keep it

“I’m your muse”

“I’m your five leafed clover” as the light turns green Tom finds a deserted park's parking lot. It was midnight, and pouring rain so you doubt there were kids still out. You look over at Tom as he reclines your seat.

“Wait- Woah, pause we’re doing it here?” You start to panic since you have never done this before

“Yeah, it’s romantic”

“It’s uncomfortable” you deadpan

“You won’t be disagreeing when you call out my name sweets” Tom starts to slide into your seat as he is flipping you on top of him.

“What am I supposed to do?” You hold on to your hands on your chest scared to touch anything. Tom takes your hand as he guides it to unbotton his pants and slides them down along with his boxers.

“Take your shirt off” Tom instructs and you obey as he does the same

While you’re still stripping he tears your tights in the crouch area and your panties.

“Tom!” You shriek

“I’ll buy you new ones” he says you look at him annoyed as he kisses you and brings you down to kiss him. You pull away as you leave your forehead against his and see his cock, he looks at your antics and you start rubbing it with your hands with the help of the little precum dripping out. He growls against your ear as he kisses your jaw. You would go down on him, but there is not much space. You try to get him ready so you spit on your hand and start stroking him. He throws his head back against the head rest.

“Stop before I cum” he says as you make eye contact with him, doe-eyed and looked caught in the headlights. You start to kiss his jaw and nibble at it. Tom is pulling out this phone and you would normally take offense to that since this is intimate, but all he did was connect his phone to the car to play music

“You're too cute,” you say grinning again as you kiss his jaw.

Tom smiles as he grabs onto his cock and aligns himself up with your folds. Rubbing his dick along your clit. Seeing how wet and slick you are, from your previous orgasm. You yelped at the action to see it was only him. He scanned your face to make sure you wanted this and not something he was forcing upon you, he takes it as a yes since you sunk down on him and bottom out. Hiding your face in his neck.

“Fuck you’re so tight” he tries to grind your hips along his.

As you start to gain momentum he notices you sucking on his neck. For sure leaving an imprint. You lift your head up and ride him properly. He starts to massage your boobs with the bra he forgot to take off, and in one swoop it’s gone. You try to cover yourself and Tom chuckles

“Darling we’ve been dating for years now, stop hiding from me” he tries to swat your hands away and starts to massage your tits

You start to rub your clit for some extra sensation and you arch your back. Tom loves the sight in front of him. He especially loves brushing your back as it’s arched. Your extra hand is on Tom’s chest as you try to stabilize yourself. Tom adores seeing his dick buried in your tight core and how your mouth is wide open as your eyes are shut closed. While he’s staring down he sees his bulge through your stomach. He swears he just came at the sight.

“That little mouth of yours is singing to me” Tom praises spurring you on

“Fuck Tom” you wail as your head looks up.

“We should get married” he blurts out “can’t get enough” he tries to cover the whole he just buried

Tom is entranced at how you react to him. He feels like he's burning up from pure excitement. He thrusts up meeting your rhythm. He misses the way you're spelling “I love you” while riding him. He stares at how well your boobs go along with his thrusts. He may have fucked you before, but he will never forget this feeling. He does feel eerily rare to have you. He’s in entranced at how lovely you are. He starts to make out with your boob as he feels you come close to your orgasm. You start to feel overstimulated and hide your face against Tom’s neck and he helps you ride out your high. You start your attack at his ear nibbling it and licking it.

“I’m yours, I’m all yours” Tom wants this up and starts bringing it up.

“Fill me up to the brim Holland” your strangled moans come out weak

“Making sweet babies with you, darling” you come back up to the surface and make eye contact with Tom. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and you lean your foreheads against each other. The sounds of the skin slapping, music, and rain all in one spurs you on. You lean your head against his for the last time as you come undone. He loves the way your face shapeshifts. After you came he finally let himself go. You start to remove yourself from him as the cum is dripping out of you. Some droplets hitting the car seat and will mark this day forever

“Fuck” he says as he takes two fingers and grabs the liquid and sticks it in your mouth. He goes back in and sticks three fingers in to make sure you’re fullof his seed. You nearly yell out a pornagraphic moan since you are overstimulated.

“Taste like potentially babies” you wink at him. He swears he just became hard again. Tom looks like he’s admiring a painting, you lean in for a kiss and Tom sucks on your bottom lip and you moan. The fucked out expression he has on is one of your favorites of his.

“It does taste like potential babies” he jokes as you lay on the your side of the seat, squished, you turn to the side of the window to draw little spiderwebs, since it was hot from the activity you just did. While Tom kneads your boobs, loving how warm they are on this rainy day. You were focused on your drawing as Tom kisses you shoulders

“What’s that” he asks whispering in your ear,to focused on peppering your body in kisses. He goes between your warm thighs and sticks a finger inside your folds to play around with the mess he made inside you, making sure each inch of your walls are covered with him.

“Fuck-“ you moan out messing one of your webs

“Didn’t answer my question” nibbling on your ear

“Spidey webs” you continue to moan into the side of the car, you paused the drawings on the whole frame of the window. Tom adding a saving finger and flicking at your folds.

“Don’t stop, god fuck babe don’t stop” Tom adding a third finger, never hating the way you moan out for him.

“Let’s play a game, I spell out a word, in your tight, overstimulated pussy and you guess it, if you get it wrong I stop, if you get it right, round two in the house” Tom states the instructions and you moan an “mhm” complying

Tom starts spelling out the word my

“My” you let out airy, your face strunctioned by the pleasure

Tom than spells out pussy

“Fuck tommy” you let out not being able to handle it

“Wrong, I’ll give my princess another try” he jokes

“Pussy” you moan out

“God fucking dammit you’re hot” he says sucking on your neck, it was enough to push you over the edge and made you come for the third and not final time. Tom made sure to keep your cum inside, slapping your sensitive pussy making you yelp “mine” he states

“Teach me how you draw them” he says acting as if he didn’t just make you scream his name, you instruct step by step on your doodles, something you learned in middle school and carried it with you till adulthood and would draw when you were bored and wanted to doodle something. In fact you would have drawings of anything Spider-Man related on your phone case. Tom and you never understood why you loved drawing spiders, but would freak at one in front of you. He says it’s a quirk, but since you took psychology freshman year you’re convinced it’s a childhood trauma type thing. Once your body temperature went down you started getting cold and that was when Tom decided it’s time to go home, he put his pants and hoodie back on, handing you his flannel for a faster coverup, the next day you would clean the car. Tom starts the car as he has one hand on the wheel the other is on your thigh and he backs out.

“Sorry again” Tom let’s out lowly

“For what,” you ask in a happy attitude

“For ripping your tights” there it was the guilty, innocent Tom who acted as though he didn’t just destroy you. This is a reason why you would never think he would ever harm you.

“You’re unreal sometimes” maybe it was the fact it was nearly two in the morning, but you were happy with today. You always are, but today more than others. As Tom parks the car to the house he misses the chance to open the door for you. He grabs on to your wrists and pulls you in for a kiss in the rain. Fuck there it is again, the butterflies this monster creates. You smile into the slow but passionate driven kiss. It felt like a movie, in the pitch dark with pouring rain coming down on you while you are wearing his flannel and a small skirt.

He held on to your hand pulling you to walk to the porch and patiently wait for him to open the door. Once you heard a click and saw the door open. Tom started to attack you in kisses. Leading you to the living room. He isn’t going yo walk up those stairs to the bedroom, it’s funny you even think that when there is a fireplace. He turns it on as you’re just standing there.

“We’re going to do it on the floor? Tommy you really love uncomfortable sex” you joke smiling at him

He slowly walks to you, kissing your beach, to your jaw, to your cheek, and finally your lips. He starts to unbotton his oversized flannel off you. Thanking that you’re already nude under. He than zips your skirt off and collecting your tights and panties with the skirt. You start to unzip your high heeled boots and finally remove your clothes while Tom undresses. You start to kiss his neck as he is taking unzipping his pants.

“Fuck you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now” he confess as he finally removes his clothes and shoes.

Tom than carrie’s you bridal style and lays you down on the floor. You hiss at how cold it is, but we’re quickly quieted with his kisses. He stuck his tongue in fighting for dominance. He messaged your folds and that’s what made you moan in the kiss. Making him win. Tom than adds his middle finger. Deciding that wasn’t enough he added his ring finger. Flicking your clit which made you moan. Arching your back from the ground. Tom swore he twitched on the spot. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted you to cum so he can fuck you again. He started to rub your clit with his thumb finger. He than started to suck on your neck. Begging that you would come undone already.

“Tommy” you said out of breathe. Tom felt like his prayers were finally answered

“come on my fingers love,” he practically begs. He continues his attack at your fold. Adruptedly he stops and goes down on you. Making love with your folds.

“So fucking sweet” he says in between your legs. His breathing hitting you, adding more sensation.

“Fuck” you mutter and grab at his hair. Pulling at his curls. Tom loves when you pull at his hair. It’s like a little reward of knowing you’re doing something right. He looks up at your face and sees how your face is drawn with pleasure at what he’s doing. he swears he just came at the sight.

“you’re perfect, come on love, paint my face with your pretty white paint” he praises which pushed you over the edge.

Tom slowly came up from the surface. Looking at you, licking at his lips at your liquids.

“mmm, that’s some good shit right there” he says making you laugh

“you missed a spot” you say making him come closer. You went to touch the corner of his lip. Your finger containing the liquid and sucking at it.

“Fuck come over here” Tom says sweeping your ankles so you would reach him faster. You yelp at the force. He leans in for a kiss. He takes his hand and guides your jaw to meet his lips. He could never get enough of you.

“I want to fuck you so hard right now” he confesses. Tom knew it was going to he roa ugh in you so he grabbed the clothes and balled them up in a pillow for your head.

“Such a gentleman” your eyes twinkling with adoration.

“Not really it will come with a price” he admits smiling at his own joke.

Tom glances down at your heat and sees in glistening with the fireplace light. He sees it clench over nothing and he can’t take it anymore. He than fills you up with his length for the second and last time.

“shit” you wrap your legs around Tom’s waist.

“Fuck I thought you wouldn’t be as tight as before” Tom almost smiles at you.

Tom than started go thrust up into you. Making you moan loudly. You cold feel his length in you. It was probably thicker and longer now. You looked up at the ceiling, completely blissed out and can’t wrap the fact that this is how you’re spending your thursday night. You weren’t complying because you absolutely loved the day. In fact you thought it was the perfect day.

“you’re perfect for me” Tom moans in your ear which made it tickle and you giggled, but were quickly cut off with a hard thrust to your g-spot and moaned loudly into his ear.

That’s the thing, Tom loved hearing your moans. He thought they were like trophies for his hard work and dedication. He pursued them as if it was his only job.

Tom started to suck on your sweet spot that was located behind your ear. Earning another moan to his collection. You started to scratch his back from the way he is pleasuring you as of now. Rolling your eyes back everytime he hits the perfect spot. Tom started to rub your clit aggressively, he wanted you to come for the fifth time that night.

He hit the spot so hard you started to see stars. Was it even possible to see stars? You couldn’t let out anything. You had your mouth wide open but nothing was coming out. Your hand went straight to Tom’s hair to pull at it. You needed something to ground yourself from trying not to lift off the floor.

“shit” you finally let out after what felt like eternity.

You felt something build up for the last time. Tom looked up from sucking at your sweet spot, he was still thirsting into you and rubbing you. How was he even real? How isn’t he spider-man? You both made eye contact. His eyes glistening looking at your blissed out state. He felt proud of himself. He was filled with something out of this world. He was happy you were his and he is able to fuck the shit out of you.

“perfect, you are so fucking perfect” he praises kissing your lips. It was passionate, it was heated.

“love” you let out lowly.

He knew you were close. He lifted your leg up to his shoulder. You didn’t even know it was possible that he could go deeper into you, but anything is possible for Tom. Your eyes were rolled back, your back arching. Tom started to rub your clit even more viciously. He stared at you. The fireplace flame’s light capturing you perfectly. Fuck how much he loved you.

You felt something snap and that’s when you knew you finally came, Tom thrusting into you sloppily still. He was right behind. Wanting to paint your walls for the last time of the night.

“Fuck” he dragged out. He took his phone out from his jeans pocket that were laying right next to you. He flipped his phone landscape and recorded him come out of you. Capturing the mess he made with his phone. You saw him bite his lip. You were blushing, what was he going to do with this video? what you didn’t know is he has a whole album of photos and videos like this and everytime he’s on set, alone. He jerks off to these. He than pushes his seed back into you which made you jerk since your heat has been through so much. It caught him by surprise and made him laugh. He flips his phone blog style and went for a kiss. Sucking at the bottom of your lip.

“Fucked you so hard, didn’t I darling” he looks for confirmation

“Yes Tommy” you say pulling him by the neck in for a kiss making him drop his phone. Holding on to your hair messily. You started to lay down bringing him down with you. You wrapped your legs around him again. when you pulled away you flipped to the side looking at the s fireplace.

“Awe, you made a mess” he says looking down at his abdomen. You look and see him glisenting. You hide your laugh with your hands.

“oops” you let out like a little kid

Tom couldn’t stand you sometimes and made you look at him which he was behind you. You smile drawing his face out with your index finger.

“You’re cute” you look at his blown out brown eyes.

When you finished drawing him out, your hands settled for his curly brown hair and played with it. Tom was playing and drawing infinity signs on your shoulder that was playing with his hair. He couldn’t let anything out. He could only admire you and take this moment in.

“Love my five leafed clover” you confess

“Love my muse” Tom says meeting your gaze

#tom holland smut #timothee chalamet x tom holland #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #tom holland icons #tom holland angst #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n smut #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland series

1K notes · View notes

fanficmaniatic · 3 years ago

Text

The "Anti-Chat" Theory.

(Which is also why Chat Blanc 2.0 wont work and why Ladybug needs to be akumatized).

This is a turducken on my thoughts for S4 and the future of the show so just roll with it.

So, Season 4 has been wild so far, and if clues given by the writers and people involved in show are any indication, this is only the beginning, we are in for a bumpy ride and things are just going to keep getting worse.

In all the discourse revolving season 4 something that we are all mentioning is how “Chat Blanc” is still a thing and there is no guarantee it won’t happen again. If anything it now seems more likely Chat Noir will get akumatized considering the imminent Ladynoir fallout, and how Adrien is still living with his Father, as his isolation keeps getting worse. And though I am always In for some good Character angst, and I feel like it is necessary for Adrien to know about Chat Blanc, and/or for Chat Blanc to reappear, I don’t think Chat Blanc 2.0 is something Adrien nor the show needs right know.

This theory has many parts, I promise it all ties neatly at the end.

First things first, I may be a little biased, Chat Blanc is an episode I really enjoy. I love Time Travel shenanigans, and I was dying to see Adrien finally find out about his father. The heavy consequences of the episode were obviously erased, but the impact of it all still remains trough Marinette, whom we see in the episode ‘Sentibbubler’ is having nightmares about the whole thing. But still, I love the episode, and I really don’t want an “Stormy Weather 2”… which is an episode I heavily dislike, compared to THE BEST formulaic episode of the Whole show, a.k.a “Stormy Weather” a.k.a My favorite episode. So yeah, this whole first point is just me REALLY not wanting an episode called “Chat Blanc 2.0” But there is more to it, and is the fact that I don’t see how it could work out.

“Chat Blanc 2.0” is unnecessary, and the reason why is that bringing him back wouldn’t actually do anything besides perhaps bringing Ladynoir further apart. Ladybug still CAN’T know Chat noir’s identity, (Let’s be honest and admit that’s prolly s4 finale OR happening during s5) so the show would go out of its way to make his dialogue as plain as possible without mentioning his father being hawkmoth. And yes, I do realize that Chat has been bottling his emotions and it all is likely to come out during THE ladynoir fall out… But people are ignoring the elephant in the room which is that Chat Noir DOES NOT fight Ladybug.

I promise this is relevant.

Chat Noir, unless mind controlled, would never attack Ladybug. The most clear example of this is in “Gamer 2.0” when he straight up says “I could never bring myself to fight you” as he sacrifices himself for her, that added to their classic “Is us against the world, My Lady” every season finale, and Marinette’s “In case something happens to me” In ‘Optygami’, it all could pretty well be a foreshadowing of a Ladynoir fight, where Ladybug is akumatized, and Chat has to willingly fight her. Yes, one could argue that he did fight her during ‘Chat Blanc’, but it could also be read as more of him trying to make her listen.

Where am I going with this? Chat Blanc 2.0 would be unable to bring the nuance the story needs right now. Chat Blanc still wouldn’t fight his father, because I doubt they won’t leave that for season 5. Chat Blanc still doesn’t have a motive to actually fight Ladybug. But the most important part is… What would happen at the end? What would be the change? What conversation are we having? What would be different than what we got in the original Chat Blanc?

To be fair, maybe I am wrong, maybe it can work out, this is just a theory. Maybe all the things I crossed out as impossible will actually happen, but I have been watching the show for 6 years, and If I have learned something about it, is that it is a slow burn, in ALL the aspects.

So yes, I believe Ladybug/Marinette needs to be akumatized, but I also think that Adrien has to learn about Chat Blanc, and that Chat Blanc needs to reappear, having a bigger Role than just a nightmare. So… how does that tie with everything I just said? Easy, the “Anti- Chat” Theory’

So you probably remember “Anti-Bug”, one of the best episodes from season 1, where Chole tries to help Ladybug, she doesn’t listen, and Chloe ends up being akumatized into “Ladybug but evil” … In theory, that is the deal, and is no wonder I am picking Felix Graham De Vanily to fill this role.

From an animation perspective, Felix is the obvious choice, he is identical to Adrien, and if following Anti-bug’s logic in costume desing, that would mean they can reuse Chat Blanc model with no alteration needed.

Now, How would this work? By giving Ladybug a jump scare. She thinks she has to live one of her worst nightmares again, to then find out “Oh… This is not Chat Noir” while still creating enough tension, by looking scared and distraught, that she HAS to tell him that she is scared of him being akumatized WITHOUT actually needing to mention the alternative timeline. This gives Chat noir the chance to lash out, once he realizes this is part of why ladybug is keeping him away, which can lead to Ladybug’s future akumatization.

Why this way? And please hear me out. Chat Noir NEEDS to let his emotions out, and I don’t think lashing out at ladybug is the best way but I see it as necessary. Adrien needs to take on more responsibility while being Chat, but he also needs to learn how to healthy express his emotions, because he is not allowed to do that in his current situation. Ladybug being akumatized because she feels guilty about Chat Noir allows Adrien to do BOTH. Because to save Ladybug he would have to realize “My emotions are valid, and is okey to let them out, but the way I did it was not the right one”, and both Ladybug and Chat Noir would have to apologize because this whole thing is not miscommunication… is a misunderstanding of their partners character. Ladybug needs to relay more on Chat and Chat needs to take on more responsibility… it won’t happen if Ladybug is the one that needs to save Chat Noir.

Adrien needs to realize that he needs to save himself, and that there’s people outside of his father that care for him. Ladybug is this figure that he looks up to and Admires, and is from a side of his life that his father has no control over, (At least from his perspective). So if she forgives him, if they are able to fix their relationship he will realize that things can get better.

Now, going back to Anti-Chat… his deal is way bigger than just bringing The Ladynoir fight… Is about setting up seasons 6 and 7.

What do we know so far? The Love Square and Gabriel’s Hawkmoth is going to come to an end by season 5. Which has left many fans wondering “Then what is happening on seasons 6 and 7?” And the best answer we have so far is in the episode “Timetagger” where Bunnix reveals that there is a whole team of miraculous holders fighting the Hawkmoth of the future, which is by the same episode confirmed to not be Gabriel Agreste. Besides this, I think it is safe to assume that the specials are quietly setting up themes that could come back In seasons 6 and 7.

Now, when speaking about characters that could be future villains the fandom seems to have its collective mind set on two individuals: Lila Rossi, and Felix Graham De Vanily.

Besides ‘Rocketear’, (E17), ‘Wishmaker’ (E18), and the special ’Shadow Moth’s last attack’ (Eps 25&26) we don’t know the names of the episodes of the second half of the season, which is really uncommon for miraculous ladybug, and the reason they gave us as to why is “You would know who is akumatized based on the names”… Which AGAIN, is really uncommon for ML. If you have been in this fandom for a long time you’ll realize that most people working in the show don’t really seem to care about spoilers. Now, this is kinda a conspiracy theory, but If you saw that there was an episode called “Anti-Chat” would you have assume it was any one other than Felix?…. No, right? That’s what I though. Miraculous has proven that it is good at subverting expectations, so when they are pointing at something (like a Chat Blanc 2.0 episode) it may not be as we want or suspected it to be. So I think an Anti-Chat episode makes a lot of sense.

Now, Why am I saying that this can set up future season? Buckle up, pals, here we go. What do we know about Felix?

He is evil, or at the very least seems to be ill-intentioned, if his attitude and look at the end of his episode is anything to go by.

He is after jewelry. Which, yeah, was only shown in that one episode he appeared, but this could pretty much be a foreshadowing of him later on going after the miraculous.

We know that he is bound to appear 3 more times

For this theory to work, I need it to happen in episode 22… Yes, the feared 100th episode of the show. It is not as important why Felix is akumatized, but what is happening WHILE he is akumatized.

Besides what has already been discussed, with Ladybug being scared, Ladynoir should not be able to work together. They are tumbling on each other because Chat Noir feels like she doesn’t trust him, but Ladybug NEEDS his reassurance right now, which he wont give.

This, is directly parallel with what is happening between Anti-Chat and Shadow Moth. Because Felix, even though he wants the miraculous, he won’t let himself be bossed around. He is demanding things from SM, and like in Robustus, Anti-Chat tries to, not just take Ladybug’s and Chat noir’s Miraculous, he wants to destroy Hawkmoth too. Which will lead to Shadow Moth being the reason he gets de-akumatized, instead Ladybug and Chat Noir saving him... bringing more fuel to the Ladynoir fire.

Now, Why should Felix have an attitude with Shadow Moth? Well, my friends… Do you remember, years ago, when the producers of the show said “The peacock miraculous holder will make Hawkmoth look like a baby”…. That’s not Mayura. Nathalie is a great miraculous holder, and she is really clever. But instead of making Gabriel look like a baby, she makes him look smart because he has someone like her on his team. What I am saying with this is that Felix, will suspect/ figure out Gabriel is Hawkmoth at the en of Anti-Chat, and that he will get the peacock miraculous during “The Last attack of Shadow Moth.” Thus, setting up a villain for future seasons.

This makes Felix 3 appearances be: In episode 22 (Anti-Chat), In episode 26 (SM last attack, part 2), and during S5’s finale. Felix situation will be much like Lila’s during s1 and s2 where she was introduced at the end of the first but not used until the end of the second.

Conclusion:

Felix Graham de Vanily has the potential to be a future villain and bring the Ladynoir conflict to finally surface.

And to clarify, The Ladynoir conflict, just like this Felix theory, is not something that will, nor can get resolved in one episode. If anything the fight will be around the end of season 4, and it will get resolved during season 5.

But again, this is just a theory, and I will probably be death wrong, but who knows?

80 notes · View notes

weirdthoughtsandideas · 3 years ago

Text

Shit that happened in Violetta

If you know me on tumblr or from my rants on random discord servers (because yes, I have bothered people with these shows in several discord servers) I am a big fan of Disney Telenovela Shows. Specifically Violetta, but Soy Luna recently rolled (lol) into my life too. I will make a post like this about SL too, but for starters, Violetta.

SO if you have just heard my rambles out of context, let me give you a brief summary of actual things that happened. Warning, spoilers, if you for some reason wanna watch yourself.

In their 100th episode, they have the main character, Violetta, get kissed without her consent

Then everyone blames her for it.

In their 200th episode, they have the main character, Violetta, get kissed by her crush, but he thinks she is someone else because she made up a fake identity and then he fell in love with her secret identity and chose the secret identity over her and anyway he's very bummed because he obviously knows it's Violetta when he kisses her, he can feel it in her kiss <3

Violetta's dad also created a secret identity to spy on her the season before that, so I guess she learned nothing about how bad that is

The changed the theme song in season 3 to a dubstep version

Mean girl named Ludmila has the gayest imaginary music video ever about her rival

- She become's her rival's step sister a season after that.

Violetta's aunt Angie doesn't tell her she is her aunt for 70 episodes

Angie also moved to another country to be away from Violetta's dad because he hurt her really bad

Then she marries him

In laws married in a kids show and everyone supports this apparently

There's a sister and a brother who tries to steal Violetta's dad's fortune and the brother has a handcuffs kink

He also did something so BAD that the scene had to be CUT in several countries... yes I am talking about 2x59... did ANYONE think twice about that

The sister is just very in love with Violetta's dad, who by the way is named Germán, and fails to get him, but she can MOVE ON when she LEAVES HER RACIST HANDCUFFS KINK BROTHER and IMMEDIATELY MEETS A NEW MAN WHO LOVES HER AND HELPS HER FORGET GERMÁN

Anyway conclusion write Matias out of this show his sister is better (and more iconic) without him

Ludmila's mom tried to kill Violetta once, and also Violetta's aunt.

Ludmila's mom also threw Violetta's diary in the trash and didn't even feel remotely bad after Violetta was like "I had pictures of my mom in my diary..."

Violetta's annoying stalker Diego once came to her house wearing a clown outfit (I feel like I need to have a picture proof of this)

Violetta's friends also once hid him in the closet

After Violetta got her first kiss, a boy who has a crush on her was like "the kiss you gave Leon was my kiss ;-; I can't get over it ;("

At the end of season 2, the performed a song on stage as a final number that they completed 2 hours before.

Violetta's best friend Francesca starts dating Diego later, and refuses to tell Violetta about it even though Vilu could not care less who she's dating

Anyway that's what leads them to have a secret relationship while Violetta somehow doesn't find out for very long (and it leads to these memes)

Camila, one of the most iconic characters of the show, made an artbook of boys in her school and listed pros and cons of dating them. She then decided to put them all in traffic light colors depending on how good they would be with her.

Camila also asked a girl to practice a kissing scene with her before asking her own boyfriend

One time a character was stuck in a chair and had to perform a song stuck in that chair and it was the most hilarious thing ever

Ludmila once referred to herself as Voyager, alone in space, and it was strangely one of the most emotional scenes in the show

Because then Violetta's dad, Germán, gave her a gold plate of Voyager, and then her mom fucking took the gold plate and melted it into earrings

Ludmila's mom is just very evil, she also locked Ludmila inside her room because Ludmila didn't want to be famous for a company (????) and also emailed Ludmila's dad and told him his daughter didn't want to see him ever, while Ludmila wondered why her dad never contacted her

And she's also homophobic. There's no canon proof for this but Ludmila's best friend is a clear lesbian and every time she's over, Ludmila's mom goes "ugh, why do you hang out with a girl like that" so like.

(Also I WILL make a comparison post with her and Sharon from SL)

Violetta got Francesca to stay in the country when her family wanted to move back to Italy, because Francesca's dad thought Fran would be too sad if she had to leave Vilu <3

Like Francesca had a boyfriend. Her dad was really like "Your best friend Violetta, it would be too sad if you had to leave her and only her" and honestly fantastic Fran's dad is the biggest Franletta shipper

One time Ludmila thought Fran and Vilu were making out, when they were actually dressing up as their secret identities

I wanna write more random franletta moments but actually I have a video with just lots of those moments so watch that

Camila had the best friendship with a boy, and then she and the boy kissed because I guess two people of the opposite sex can't be friends? Tho they "didn't feel anything" after the kiss but their relationship never felt the same again

A teacher came to ruin the school the main characters attend, and then he just fucking left? What was his plan? You get hired as a teacher at one of the best performing arts schools in the country and you just try to ruin it for?? Why?

Diego's real dad is a mentally unstable dance teacher, and they got to know this because they both have a birth mark of a giant fucking clover on their shoulders.

5 episodes after he got to know he's his dad, Diego and his dad decide to build their own school together and say this is their biggest dream they've had (??????)

One time the teachers had to have group therapy and it was the greatest thing I've ever seen

Ludmila has an obviously gay cousin who just disappeared from existence after season 1, complete with his obvious boyfriend, a tall Ukrainian boy who only thinks about bears

Violetta shares dreams with her boyfriend Leon a little too often, like to the point where they have written songs three different times by both dreaming about it

Actually they just have a telepathic connection and this is the most supernatural thing in this show and everyone accepts it as normal

A girl tried to confess to Leon that she had a crush on him and he LEGIT was like "Yeah! I see you as more than a friend too! A BEST friend! :D"

There's a girl who always talks about being a mechanic. Like people can say anything and she's like "I'm a MECHANIC, i'm not like that."

For a while in season 1, almost everyone had a crush on Violetta and she has like. PTSD from that.

Like a boy tried to kiss her in season 3 and she was like "Okay. We're just friends. I think we should spend some time apart. I don't want to confuse you. Bye."

Every time they go to a party they drink JUICE because alcohol doesn't exist, so everyone just gets JUICE

Germán has almost married two women and actually married two during the course of the show. He should just not date because he's terrible at it

The siblings I mentioned earlier? One time they hired a woman to pretend to be in love with Germán so she can steal his bank account. She later ran away and never returned and we never knew what happened to her

They also had a dance teacher who had some plan to sell the school but it was never brought up, she and Violetta's aunt Angie were exes or something because they bicker for no reason, and then she just left

There was a love triangle with Angie, that dance teacher who’s probably her ex, and a dude named Pablo. None of them ended up with each other so what was even the point. (I love Pablo Btw)

This show is insane and I love it

Thanks for reading, there's a lot I forgot to mention because this show has 240 episodes so a lot happens... I will make one for Soy Luna later :)

#violetta

51 notes · View notes

0x-jelly-beans-x0 · 3 years ago

Text

!!!Two idiots in love!!!

Previous / Chapter´s List / Next

Chapter 4/ ?

Artist´s credit warning: coming out , just idiots being idiots , themes of loneliness and isolation , consuming drugs, fluff and hurt/comfort

This is my 100th post, so yeah

word count: 1361

After an awkward moment, the bell rings and the last class of the day starts.

You feel relieved until you remember that you two have the same class together…you say to yourself “ that’s ok.. he sits behind me so I don’t have to look at him directly also I don't have any free table by my side due to being in the window and my colleague”.

Your happiness slowly disappears when you notice that Ryoma is talking with that same colleague about changing sets.

And you saw him bringing his stuff to your table, you knew…that you couldn’t run away from that situation anymore…

Your English teacher says:

Welcome Everyone! Today, we are going to talk about CRT, please open your book on page 25.

You two open your book, he looks at you waiting for you to talk and you just cover your face with your hand to focus on the class.

When you open the page, he picks his pencil and writes in your book;” Why did you kiss me on the cheek?”.

You pick another pencil , pause for a few seconds and write him back ; “ I don’t know…”.

He looks at you confused and writes, “ You don’t have any explanation?”.

You write him back “…Maybe your cuteness”.

He blushes a little and you blush hard and in your inner panic you write to him; “ I’m sorry.I won’t do it again..”.

He slowly but hesitantly writes to you “ It’s ok , just ask first next time…” . He looks aside and blush a little bit more while you remove your hand from your face and smile at him tenderly.

After class, Ryoma decides to companie you to home; you two talk for what felt was hours until you remembered something:

I don’t think I ever gave you a nickname…

Hm? Is that important?- Ryoma asks you, referring to it as irrelevant.

Yes , it is. It can be a funny and/ or sweet way to refer to someone.An example is my sis. I call her Kiki because of that ghibli movie and also due to her loving cooking!- you tell him like it was the most important thing in the universe.

Ok.. So what is my nickname?- he asks you

Ryo!!! Like “Ryo” De Janeiro- you tell him enthusiastically

…- he looks dead serious and starts to walk faster so he can distance you.

WAIT!! You can call me a goofy nickname too!-you tell him trying to calm him down.

He slows down , takes around 5 minutes to think about a good nickname and says:

..”Puka”.- he tells you smugly

From that cartoon!!! She just harasses garou..- you tell him furiously

What did early can be considered harassment, you know?- he told you smugly and you started to look at the floor ashamed.

I’m sorry…I will not do it again..- you tell him

It’s ok , just ask next time.- he pats your back trying to calm you down.

You two approaches your house and you decide to stop and say:

Since that is the condition, can I kiss you on the cheek? As a goodbye..-

He rubs the back of head , thinking about it and then he says:

Sure.-

You get in one knee and kiss in the cheek, he kisses in cheek as well , with surprised you and you ask him light bit agitated:

Why did you kiss me???-

I don’t know. Maybe due to your cuteness..- He smugly tells me that.

You’re so petty…- you cover your face embarrassed.

But I need to go home, see ya Ryo-

See ya, Puka-

He slowly walks away, he looks back at your home and mumbles:

What is it like to live in her shoes? She has a family that beats her yet she is still happy… even helps me..hm..-

He slowly and secretly takes out a cigarette and starts to smoke and starts to go back to his home.

When he is close to home, he extinguishes the cigar , take his bottle of water and slowly drinks it.

He looks at his home and says to himself “ At least, she has her sister…” ; he starts to chew mint chiclet and walks in. He looks around his house and sees the living room in the dark connected to the kitchen, a small dinner table with something on it and a couch and TV close to a window door that directs you to the balcony.

He tells himself “Hm.. It seems that this time my family didn’t appeared , I can continue to smoke then”.He switches the light on and sees a plate with his favorite food and notestick close to it, he slowly approaches it and it reads: “ Sorry son, we had to go to the reunions tonight while be back at 11 p.m. Don’t wait for us -Mom and Dad-“. He looks at it unsurprised and says:

The same shitty excuse…-

He throws the note away, turns on the TV and starts to eat it.

After a half hour, he finishes it and gets bored after watching the same episodes over and over , turns off the tv , wash the dishes and goes to his bedroom.

His room was messy, sweaty clothes , a big sports bag , rackets and tennis balls in the corner close to the door, a small drawer with a laptop on top of it ,a king size bed connected to the wall and a closet on the opposite wall.

He lays in his bed , picks his phone and starts scrolling through the net…he saw many pictures of families and friends and found family fanart based on his favorite shows. He turns his body to the side, hugs his pillow and slowly clenches it.

He just changes apps and starts to message his friends from the tennis club, they start to talk about of their day for hours but when 12 p.m. strikes , his family didn’t appear, his friends are asleep and his thoughts starts to get a little bit to much…he tries to sleep but can’t…

He messages you not really hoping for much , questioning “ Are you awake?”; but when you reply to him saying “ Yes.” , he forms a small smile.

He questions you “ Call?” , you just reply “sure”.

He calls you and tell you:

Are you having insomnia?-

Yep!- you reply to him tired as fuck

Me too…What is your reason for insomnia?..- He questions you trying to focus on you..

I just discovered the term trans and trans boy… and like it..but maybe I’m faking being it…like I’m still thinking if it true or not..- you tell him really nervously.

He looks at ceiling and tells:

I’m bisexual and if I’m telling you the truth… I felt the same way as you when I discovered that term…-

He sighs kinda nervous for confessing that part of himself but continues:

I just need to tell you.. If you feel that you’re faking it… You probably aren’t. Most cishet_-

You interrupted him and ask:

Cishet?..-

Cis, Cisgender. It refers for people who gender identify with the sex at birth. And het is for straight people.- He explains to you calmly

OHH!! Got it.- you say to him.

But focusing on what I was saying… most cishet people doesn’t even question if they are gay or not. Because they know it and they also know it when they are faking it.. So don’t stress yourself if you’re faking it or not , ok?- He tells you trying to uplift you.

Yeah… Thanks Ryo. I think I will try he/him pronouns for now -you tell him sweetly

You got it, Puka- he tells you tenderly.

Hey!.. What was the reason for you to call me?-You ask him caringly

I…just wanted some company!..- He tells you kinda ashamed.

No problem,bud. I will be your company until you fall asleep.- you reassure him

Thanks, Puka…I needed it- he covers his eyes and silently cries.

You two passed the rest of the call, talking about some dumb stuff until both of you pass out of exhaustion.

#trans reader #ryoma x reader #ryoma hoshi #ryoma hoshi x reader #danganronpa ryoma #ryoma danganronpa #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #black reader #fluff #hurt/comfort

15 notes · View notes

acaciapines · 2 years ago

Note

Hnnnghgngh

Having,,, gender

LISTEN. Jim’s theme from treasure planet is the Ultimate Ftm Vibe Song. It’s the song I listen to every time I become boy. And the immediate follow up is IRIS by goo goo dolls bc ITS IN THE SAME GENRE… SAME VIBE….. ABSOLUTE GENDER BANGER. ALSO FEELS

so um I’ve also decided that iris is Hei’s theme song for 3rd year bc that’s how his heart will ache while he’s. going Thru It. and by the end of the year…… he will be well enough to be have Jim’s theme instead as his theme.

Basically I’m going to listen to iris on repeat while writing the depressing parts of 3rd year. is what I’m saying

ALSO HEI WOULD GO FERAL OVER THE JWST IMAGES IF HE SAW THEM. HE WOULD

hope y’all are doing okay! Gal says hi :) Remember to eat and drink something, take breaks, and look after yourselves and each other! We love you! This has been a Daily Interaction Ask <3

okay before anything else: YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT JIMS THEM IT IS. for me its not a gender song but it IS a species song!! there is just Something About This Song man it hits so hard...like every time i hear it come up on my playlist i go into hawk mode so hard. there are some songs that have really good beats for flying to (and this is one of them) AND THEN THE LYRICS......literally top ten songs of all times. its got gender its got species it truly has it all.

also IRIS....god that is such a good song too!! out there listening to the BOPS ive never considered it as a gender song but i just listened to it and yeah. YEAH its about the and i dont want the world to see me / cause i dont think that they'd understand / when everything's made to be broken / i just want you to know who i am LIKE YEAH THATS GENDER BABEY!!!

man yes you really do have to find the songs that fit your characters and just listen to them forever when writing about them....literally such good songs to pick for hei. thank you bc of this ask i listed to them both and YEAH. YEAH!!!!

in return you get one of my current songs. its not a gender song its just a Vibes song idk the other day i heard it for yknow. 100th time or whatever but THIS TIME i sat there like oh my god. i understand everything now. anyways the song is so long by abhi the nomad idk WHAT about this song is hitting me but now i start tearing up whenever i hear it....the lines cause there's many many places you could be yeah / there's many many places you could see yeah / but you're stuck right here waiting for my words / to change your point of view just keep hitting me every single time.

literally this ask goes on my blog i think everyone should listen to these songs actually. time for another music recs with wyn and acacia.

also god yeah hei deserves to see those amazing stars....

ANYWAYS. we are doing good over here. hope you are too!

#daily interaction ask #sometimes you just gotta listen to a song #and be the person on the bus staring out the window #making an entire music video in your head #just lost in the sauce. the music sauce #sorry im just all like MUSIC GOOD #music so good....i have an entire playlist thats just music you could animate a really pretty flying sequence too #that i listen to when i wanna be sad about not being a hawk dfkjgdfg #music good :)

2 notes · View notes

folkloreguk · 4 years ago

Text

Punch Confessions🎄

A/N: Happy December! I didn’t do an advent calendar this year but I thought you should at least have one Christmas themed thing...and maybe I also really wanted to write something that’ll get me into the spirit...

genre: optional bias (male) x reader, fluff

words: ~ 2k

If I leave now, I’ll be there like twenty minutes early, you told yourself. But if you sat around any longer, waiting, you were sure to go crazy. Your stomach was flipping, and you had the desire to check your appearance in the mirror for what felt like the 100th time within the last ten minutes. There was really no need for you to be this nervous. You were going to get on the bus, arrive at the Christmas market, find your friends, hug them hello and have a great time. Had it not been for the godforsaken crush you had developed on one of those friends. Now you couldn’t go anywhere you knew you’d see him without feeling like having a heart attack. And, worst of all, you didn’t even think he felt the same about you. In fact, you had been trying vigorously to distract yourself, asking the web how to undo a crush and even stalking your ex on social media, convincing yourself that another relationship like your previous one was the last thing you could wish for. And yet you wanted him. He was on your mind from the moment you woke up to the time you closed your eyes at night. Sometimes, when it was especially bad, he followed you into your dreams. You’d hear the melody of his laughter, see the way his eyes change shape when he smiled and every time you awoke, you were alone in your bed, longing for something you thought would never be yours.

So now, when you finally caught the bus, you put in your earphones. You found your Christmas playlist and emerged in a world of bells and whistle notes, hopefully distracting you enough to make it to the Christmas market without having a nervous breakdown.

His back was the first thing you saw when you stepped out of the bus in front of the market. And to your dismay, he was the first one there. For some reason he had arrived even earlier than you had. You called his name and he spun around with a million-dollar smile on his face. Oh god. Mentally you prepared yourself to go to war against the butterflies raging in your stomach. He gave you a hug and the way his scent lingered in your nose for a moment only made your longing a million times worse.

“How have you been?” he asked. You were glad he was so good at making conversation. While you told him about your previous week, you realized exactly how he had taken your heart by storm. Although you had felt flustered at first, talking to him was the easiest thing in the world. It was the way he made you laugh without having to try, and how he didn’t just hear what you told him – he listened. He found interest in every part of your life, always wanting to know more and remembering the littlest things that seemed like nothingness to you. So, while originally you had wished your friends would be here as quickly as possible, with every second you spent alone around him you were more okay if they would be later to the meeting than discussed.

But eventually they arrived too, and as much as you had wished to be alone with him, you had missed your friends dearly. You caught up with each other’s lives quickly, while you strolled around the market and checked the little booths for potential Christmas gifts for your loved ones. It was a whirlwind of admiring little figurines, smelling scented candles and singing along to the cheesy songs playing over the speakers at every corner.

When you had seen everything, you found yourself at one of the booths selling punch and other hot drinks. While you laughed at your friends’ funny story, you were drinking, perhaps getting a little tipsy. A small fire was burning in the middle of the round wooden table, meant to keep the people standing there warm, but it wasn’t doing much for your freezing cold hands.

Instead of holding them towards the flame, you opted for rubbing them against each other, trying to create some warmth in your too thin gloves. That’s when you noticed him looking over at you. At first, he grinned at your behavior, but then he reached across the table.

“Here, this will keep your warm,” he said. Gently, he took your hands and put them around his mug, which he had just gotten refilled. To say your heart skipped a beat didn’t even sound like an exaggeration to you anymore. He kept his hands on yours, watching for your reaction. And he was right, it really did do wonders for your cold skin. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you smiled thankfully at him. He smiled back at you and your stomach dropped and flipped at the same time. There was really no denying how completely and utterly in love you were with him.

And then the all too familiar feeing set in. The doubts and worries about how he felt about you. He had always been a rather touchy person, so it wasn’t like you could take his sudden advances as anything but normal behavior. He was single, you knew that. But what if one day he broke news to you? What if he told you he had found somebody he wanted to be with? Someone who would always look out for him, and someone he would count all the sky’s stars for? And what if that someone wasn’t you? Although that wasn’t reality, the mere idea made you want to cry.

Your friend had encouraged you to take your chances. Just tell him, she would always say. But how did she not realize? With the chance of having your love reciprocated also came the horrible dread of having your fragile heart broken by the one you loved most in the world – and it wouldn’t even be his fault. It would mess up your entire friendship, and you weren’t ready to take that chance.

“I think I’ll hit the trail soon,” one of your friends announced, pulling you out of your train of thoughts.

“Yeah, me too, it’s getting quite cold,” the other one said. “We should definitely do this again soon!”

You could only agree. Especially if it would involve seeing H/N. Speaking of…he was smiling at you again and it was making your cheeks heat up even in this cold.

“Can I bring you home? It’s dark and you had some drinks,” he said. “We can’t have some creeps trying to talk to you. Not when you look this pretty. The taxi ride from your place will be cheaper than if I take one from here, anyway.”

You thought you were dreaming. Did he just call you pretty? But then you watched his eyes and his goofy smile, and you realized. He was drunk - a lot more drunk than you were - and it was bringing out his flirty side. It wasn’t you who made him compliment you, it was the alcohol. You had seen it before on him. He liked complimenting anyone, boys as much as girls, when he was drunk. Your heart sank at the realization.

“Okay. Thank you,” you said, nonetheless. After all, you wouldn’t reject the opportunity to be alone with him. The bus ride home was quiet, except for the usual small talk shared between good friends. When he softly touched your hand, it should have made you happy. Instead, you only felt an emptiness, knowing he would have probably done the same to your other girl friend, had he brought her home instead.

When you walked up to your front porch, you couldn’t wait to get inside. Just before you put your keys into the lock, he said your name. You spun around, and he was standing so much closer than you had anticipated. His eyes were sparkling, your Christmas lights around your door reflecting in them. One of his hands came to touch your cheek, and your heartbeat had never quickened so fast.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. YES, your heart shouted. NO, your head said. He’s just drunk, not in love with you. So you had to make a decision you prayed you wouldn’t have to regret.

“H/N, you’re drunk. If you still want to kiss me tomorrow when you’re sober, I promise I will say yes. But now, I can’t,” you said. His eyes read a little disappointment, but more empathy.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he said, slowly retracting his hand from your cheek. You wouldn’t have minded it staying there longer. “Can I give you a hug, at least?”

“Yes,” you laughed, pulling him into your arms. You waited with him, until his taxi had arrived there, and then sent him off. The whole evening you were conflicted. Should you have kissed him? You know it would have hurt you, knowing he didn’t mean it the way you did. But was it selfish to wish you had him, even if only for a few fleeting seconds, in the palm of your hand? No, you did the right thing, you told yourself. Don’t break your own heart like that. That’s what other people are here for. The thoughts didn’t stop until late at night, when you finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Your next morning was busy. It was a weekend, but you needed to go grocery shopping and clean some rooms in your home, so you could relax in the afternoon. You were so lost in work, that you almost forgot about what happened the previous evening. Almost. Because when the doorbell rang at 3 in the afternoon, your heart ached for it to be him, standing outside your door.

“Hi.” And there he was. In front of your door, almost like it was imagination. You couldn’t stop the child-like grin that spread on your face at his sight.

“Hey, come in,” you offered, stepping aside for him. He removed his hand from behind his back. And handed you…a scarf?

“I found this at my place today. It’s yours, isn’t it?” he said. “I just dropped by to bring it back.”

And that’s the exact time it took for your brittle hope to be crushed beneath his words.

“That is mine. I’ve been wondering where it was. Thank you,” you said in a robot-kind-of-way. “Where are you off to?”

You didn’t want him to go. He had to stay, so that the last little flicker of Esperance would be kept alive.

“Oh, I just need to get some milk from the store, that’s all,” he said. His smile was too handsome for you to be okay with looking at it. Especially now.

“But actually, there’s something you have for me too, don’t you?” he said.

“What?” you asked, confused. Did he forget something at your place, as well? His lips curled into a cheeky smirk, and your heartbeat picked up pace.

“Yesterday you were worried I wouldn’t remember. Now it seems like I’ll have to remind you of what you said,” he spoke. “You said I can kiss you if I still want to.”

At that moment, you stopped functioning for a few solid seconds. With a wide-eyed gaze you stared at him in disbelief.

“And I do,” he said. “I do still want to kiss you. How could I not, when that’s all I’ve wanted to do for months?”

And then he was there, so close to you, you worried he might hear your heartbeat through your chest. Finally, you understood. A smile spread on your face, completely out of your control. You touched his face, and his beautiful eyes were the last thing you saw before you closed your own and your lips touched. His skin was cold from the temperature outside, so you only pulled him closer. A perfectly comfortable warmth spread in your chest, one that felt as if it had been there, locked up in a small box for months, only waiting to be unleashed. And he had been the key. His gentle kiss and his oh-so familiar scent was all you could think about. You had gotten your Christmas miracle, after all.

125 notes · View notes

rosemaryreality · 3 years ago

Text

Re-watching Ephemeral

So i watched Ephemeral and it melted my brain, like W.T. F. so now i'm gonna re-watch it and write down my thoughts about it!

Alright, so the first scenes sure seems familiar.

Gabriel monologuin at the coffin.

Then we have Bob Roth and he's...chasing a coin? and now he's getting akumatized? oh well, since it isn't his episode i suppose it's fine i his reason for akumatization is kinda meh.

And then Garbage Agreste feels the negative emotion, and abandons the press conference for his 100th collection to his fourteen year old, who he guiltrips using his dead mother. Fucking typical.

(About the ring thing, i don't really believe the sentimonster theory. I like it, it's angsty, it's fun to think about and I liked reading fanfics about it. But I don't believe it, so i'm gonna guess this is either Gabriel thinking about his wife, since it is her wedding ring, or something he does when he's particulary impatient, or maybe it's supposed to be a reference to whatever the fuck happened in Gabriel Agreste since there is a scene like that in the end of Mega Leech)

I love how Hawk Moth is like "don't even think about it" dude knows he can't trust his own akumas.

Man, someone out there really must want to sell Ladybug themed vehicle toys, this is the third one this season (and of the whole show, but is weird that they all have been this season).

I love Luka's face when he comes to the realization of what "try every possible combination" really entails. Luckily for him he 'only' had to try 100 times.

Fuck Su-Han.

I know that Luka probably wants to save Marinette from worrying over something they can't change, but I feel it would save a lot of time if he admitted to knowing their identities, or at least Chat's.

(Also since I watched thi episode already, i'm surprised about how irrelevant it seems that Luka knows, like it got 'mentioned' once but if not here I can't tell when it will come into play)

I would have liked if Ladybug had been honest to Chat, if not about Su-Han being the one pushing for the reveal, then at least about telling Vipereon and not her in case of emergency, I mean she wasn't even gonna tell him that he would know his identity.

Props to Adrien, first she tells him that they should reveal, then she insist he goes first, then she doesn't belive him and even laughs at his face (which was funny and understandable, tbh) and then she says she isn't ready yet and my dude only tells her he'll wait until she is ready. I'm not salting, i understand she was overwhelmed and him being Adrien wasn’t part of the plan, but a lot of people on Adrien's place would be at least frustrated.

"I'm curious about what will happen" Now that she knows that Adrien didn't (necessarily) told anyone her identity, I wonder if she wants to know if things going the other way around would be safer, or how Hawk Moth found out.

I love how Tikki was like "see? you like him, he likes you, now you can date!" right away. She must have been so Done with the lovesquare, specially after Glaciator 2.

(Also i'm guessing the reason CB!Marinette was quicker to accept Chat was because she spent far more time with Adrien, and was able to see the more 'Chat Noir' aspects of him)

I wonder what pushed Adrien to try and be a little more... 'Chat Noir' as a civilian, I mean yes, it was the reveal obviously, but it's not like he acted different as Adrien to keep his identity safe, so I wonder about his thought process.

Poor Luka, i'm not his biggest fan, but i hope he gets to be happy.

Marinette's Soft Looks at Chat Noir are literally the best part of the episode, and you can't convince otherwise. I also need a whole one-shot about her comming to terms with him being Adrien and her feelings for him.

To be honest, i wish they would have spent a little more time in The Umbrella Scene 4.0, it was still sweet, but i would have liked a little more...weight to it, but maybe it's just me.

They're as sickeningly sweet as I imagined. Life is good for a few seconds.

Then Garbage Agreste happens.

I love how little it took for Gabriel to deduce Adrien was Chat, it's hilarious. I wonder if part of him was still suspicious after Gorizilla.

Fuck Gabriel.

(Also, the ring thing again. I honestly don't know what to say, i still don't think they would actually do it. But either A)It’s just something he does (wich i doubt since it was given so much focus) B)He feels guilty and he's reminding himself of his wife and why he's doing this or C)That ring is really, really important, beyond being his (well, his wife's) wedding ring, not necessarily controlling Adrien but definetly important for the plot)

Oh my god i didn't realize my first time watching, Plagg was actually going to cataclysm Gabriel...Plagg is the best character in the show.

Ephemeral looks so...resigned. I hate this man (Gabriel) so much.

(Weird that Alya wasn't in this episode, i mean why text Luka, who as far as she knows doesn't know her identity, and not Alya? unless Luka was closer to her house? I mean Sass is the one to use his power so it's not like she needed an experienced user or something)

Poor Marinette what she must be thinking. In the first timeline they found their identities, fell in love, and then Hawk Moth somehow akumatizes him, then in this one they do the same, if differently and Adrien somehow (he didn't reveal he was Adrien's father to her) still gets akumatized. They're love destroyed the world again. Or so she must think.

(I wonder about the differences between Chat Blanc and Ephemeral, the first one was unnerving and kind of all over the place, but he was able to direct his cataclysm at himself rather than either Ladybug or his dad, the last one just kind of...gave up, i know that this Adrien experimented different things that the other one didn't, but it's still curious, he told Marinette that “it will be quick”, so maybe that's the difference, he's not directly hurting her, like he would with a cataclysm, his power is basically to get things over with, he just wants this to be over, while Chat Blanc was confused and scared and hurt and- idk where i'm going with this, sorry for rambling)

I wonder what Chat Noir thinks about the fact that Vipereon was on standby in a sewer for some mysterious reason.

This is nitpicking, but you have no idea how initially dissapointed i was that the space suits didn't have a whole transformation, i know it's not that big, and honestly if the trailer hadn't show a considerable part of ot it i would have probably enjoyed them just fine, but it was still underwhelming. Oh well, it's still the best Power Up to date.

Chat's face when Ladybug told him that she had nothing to tell him worries me.

While i would have liked if the fact that Luka Knows came up, Ladybug putting her foot down with Su-Han was really satisfying.

So...to be honest, i was pretty dissapointed with this episode at first, but i think it's because there was so much hype about it (not unjustifiably so, they wanted us to be excited) that the end result felt lacking. Now that I watch it again, I liked it more, I would have liked it more if they didn't show basically everything in that first super spoilery trailer (wich wasn't the Gloob one, for once), it basically had everything exciting happening this episode, so the 'wow' factor was gone, but it was actually a good episode, and I enjoyed it.

What has me curious is what comes after this, we know that the other 'What-If' episodes left their mark, in small but significant ways, with Marinette's nightmare's and fear of revealing her identity to Chat Noir, and then the Oblivio photo, which kickstarted the best episode ever. Maybe this will make Marinette more distant to protect her (and his) identity, maybe Chat will start asking questions (he didn't get an explanation about the sewer thing, plus his expression when Ladybug said she didn't have anything important to tell him), or maybe both, or something completely different, who knows? Either way i can't wait.

(Also i refuse to consider the sentimonster theory, if only because doing it right would require a lot more Adrien than the show seems willing to give us, but the ring thing is WEIRD and i wan't answers)

#ml ephemeral #ml spoilers #ephemeral spoilers

3 notes · View notes

akira-emberheart · 4 years ago

Text

songs I'd like to assign to the glee kids (part I)

Note: I'm pretty well known for making playlists and more playlists, and ever since seeing this post by @cracktastic about assigning, for the 100th episode, the least expected song to the least expected character, I've found myself craving to hear specific characters sing specific songs.

(I've also started another separate list to add on to that post I mentioned, but that will be a post for another day)

So after going through my music library, I came up with a small list of songs for each character that I would love to hear them sing, for various reasons, which i'll do my best to explain.

This got really long really fast, because I like to get into meta and over analyze - I'm also just very passionate about music. For that reason, I'll do 5 songs at a time for a specific character, and I'll be putting a read more.

Also, please be gentle with me - I've watched Glee a year ago, and it's entirely possible I may be missing or confusing scenes and storylines in my head. If I do, let me know!

If you read this and find yourself thinking of songs and scenarios as well, do share them with me! I'm working on actual Spotify Playlists as well.

So let's get into it -

for Kurt Hummel

> Re: Stacks by Bon Iver

"This is not the sound of a new man

or crispy realization

It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away

Your love will be

Safe with me"

This is probably one of my favorite songs ever, and I first thought about it for Kurt after realising how beautiful his voice would sound in it, because of its crystal clear and poised quality. (I liked it so much I included it in a scene on my fanfic too).

If you don't know Bon Iver, or the history of this song, it's the last track in an album full of more..."depressing" songs. It's also the one that has a throughout tone of hope, of recovery after a hard ordeal, of taking some first steps to a better place.

I imagine it would be a good song for him around the time he meets Blaine - when the Karovsky situation is nearly over, and he starts looking back on his school year - Burt's heart attack, the bullying - and, now with Blaine in his life, and a renewed self confidence, he's finally able to confidently step into a better phase of his life and heal from all he went through.

I see this one being sung in a quiet moment of reflection, when he's alone. Maybe in the choir room, or even outdoors in a nice garden. In my fanfic I wrote it in a different context, in Blaine's room at night, so I guess that works in my head too.

***

> Enchanted by Taylor Swift

"I'm wonderstruck

Blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you"

I'm very fascinated with Kurt's whole storyline in S2 - things start off so rough for him, but when Blaine comes along, and when Kurt is able to grow and shift more and assuming the person he really is, things start looking up. I chose this song for what it promises, and also because I can imagine it in Kurts lower singing register and it seems like a good one for him. Also, yes, I was a kid who owned Speak Now. Sue me.

This song is about first meeting someone very special, and that happens to be the beginning of Klaine. With the almost whispered lyrics, the slowly crescent ambiance and rhythm, it really encapsulates the feeling of everything stopping when you lay eyes in that one special person, and the flooding rush of emotions that happens right after.

Kurt had no idea how much an unsuspecting visit to a rival show coir school would change his life, even less in the midst of the situation he was in. It also seems fitting for Kurt and his early relationship with Blaine because of some specific lyrics ("This is me praying now / This was the very first page / Not where the storyline ends"). Enchanted tells the story of a special first meeting, and hints at something special to come, from the perspective of someone who is awestruck for someone.

Like the one above, this one would fit in early S2, possibly in EP6, after Kurt and Blaine's meeting at Dalton Academy. When he's back home, alone in his room, daydreaming, or when he's back at McKinley in that same afternoon.

***

> Gonna Get Over You by Sara Bareilles

"Oooh, how am I gonna get over you? I'll be alright, just not tonight But someday. Hey, I wish you'd want me to stay I'll be alright, just not tonight"

My main reason for choosing this one is because I think it fits very very well with Kurt's voice, and musical taste - its a very vibrant and poppy song, despite the more depressing theme - a post breakup promise of getting over it.

I first thought of it for S4, soon after the Breakup™, but paying close attention to the lyrics (I do tend to get stuck on just the melody sometimes), it makes more sense to place this on during the S6 Breakup - when Kurt finds out about Blaine dating Karovsky, after deciding he wants Blaine back.

So it's a hard situation for him, as we see from his breakdown in the bathroom (poor Kurt!), and he really has to come to terms with the mistakes he made (and the mistakes they both made as a couple), pick himself up, and move on.

I imagine this one being sung during an outing with Rachel, when she's trying to cheer him up and lift him up a little from his depression. My brain readily produces an image of a sunny street or a shopping mall that the two of them walk through, Kurt with some nice vivid colored clothes, finally being able to smile and ready to perhaps start moving on, or at least ready to start considering he will be okay.

***

> Killer Queen by Queen

"She keeps her Moet et Chandon

In her pretty cabinet

"Let them eat cake", she says

Just like Marie Antoinette"

This song just reminds me of Kurt. It's one of my all time favorites from Queen, and ever since watching Glee, these two are just connected in my mind. Voice wise, Kurt could definitely handle it.

It's apparently about a "high class prostitute"(? Freddie's word's, not mine), but still paints a pretty and dainty picture, and you can almost picture a porcelain faced lady in her best clothes, delicately smoking a cigarette. It also contains words that probably only Kurt can pronounce out of everyone in the glee club.

Many Queen songs were sung on Glee, but I don't think there was ever a Queen episode. For this one, I suggest a headcanon scenario, maybe during S3, when Mr. Shuester decides to have a Queen week - and Kurt isn't known for going with the obvious choices. He wants to be classy, edgy and impressive, and he sings in front of everyone, half in the choir room, half in the auditorium, perhaps with some fancy decoration and dancers behind him.

***

> The Answer by Kodaline

"You might think you found the one

Until your heart gets ripped and torn

Yeah, I used to feel bad, I used to feel like that

I still feel a bit like that"

This is another one that I picked immediately solely based on Kurt's voice - I really do like his voice with just a quiet, discrete instrumental. Looking into it further, I decided it could really work for Kurt's character.

I didn't go very deep into the intended meaning of the song, because it definitely has space for different interpretations. I choose to go with the breakup one. These lyrics here reminded me a little of the S4 breakup storyline - "We all fall down from the highest clouds / to the lowest ground" - makes me think how well Kurt's life was going once he arrived in New York, with the internship, his apartment situation with Rachel, a new and exciting place where he could freely be himself... and then he's completely blindsided by Blaine's cheating. He goes from being ecstatic and excited at Blaine's appearance, looking forward to share with him all the great things he just discovered, when Blaine's confession sends him to a well of despair, doubt and loneliness. The lyrics "You might think you found the one / until your heart gets ripped and torn" - reinforce the whole situation.

I can see him singing this not long after the breakup, on one more sleepless night, maybe walking alone through the streets of New York, or maybe in a montage of his busy daily routine, while he just gets through the day with a whole lot of emptiness weighing on his chest.

#glee #kurt hummel #glee meta #glee songs #klaine #klaine meta

5 notes · View notes

padme-parker · 5 years ago

Text

Collide / Chapter 1

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: With the fate of the universe lying in your hands, you are sent on a mission to a galaxy far, far away.

Warnings: none (I think)

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: The readers ‘superhero’ name is Star btw, so I hope that clears up any possible confusion (there will be a backstory/flashback later as to how she got that name). This is the first series I’ve ever written, so there's gonna be some major plot holes and shit that doesn’t make sense!! I’ve been trying to work through the kinks and make it seems as logical as possible. Sorry and Thanks for reading :) xx

also I didn’t really proof reader so sorry if there like,,, a lot of mistakes

image is from the 100! (but this isn’t strictly about the 100 !)

“and I scream from the top of my lungs, what’s going on?” -4 Non Blondes

You sat down on the couch with a huff, Tony had taken the remote away from you after you decided to replay Revenge of the Sith for the 100th time. It was the team bonding movie night, occurring every friday. Peter and you were more than eager to rewatch it, however the team was not so ecstatic about it.

As soon as Tony saw your eyes light up, he immediately knew what you were thinking of, “And don’t even think of asking FRIDAY to play it for you.” You let out another huff, deciding to leave so you could have some time to yourself.

“Star, where are you going!?” He paused the show, as he and the others turned to you.

“Well, since you took away my joy, Mr. Stank, I’ve decided to ogle Anakin Skywalker in the comfort of my own room.” You could hear the snickers let out by the team as Tony muttered under his breath, unpausing the show as the theme for Sense8 started to play.

As you entered your room, you took no notice towards the figure in the corner. You were just about to flop down onto your heavenly bed before you were interrupted.

“Miss L/N.” You let out a scream as you turned to the figure. Quickly unholstering your weapon, you pointed it at the figure, finger guns ready to shoot if needed. “Cut the crap L/N, and put the ‘gun’ away.”

“Damn Fury, I could’ve been changing! What the hell.” You gave him an incredulous look

“Oh you’re funny, but we all know that you don’t give a damn if someone sees you half or fully naked. Not that I’d want to, cause frankly I don’t.” Your eyes widened with shock, mouth falling open, “Nevermind that, I’m not here for chitchat. I have a mission for you that requires your focus to be….elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere..? EYe- sir it’s the 21st century, not the 18th century.”

“Yes, well regarding the place you’re going to, our timelines won’t be explicitly the same.” You gave him a questioning look, he continued, “Tell me young L/N, have you ever heard of the force?” Oh at this point he must’ve been tickling your pickle, I mean what kind of joke is he playing at?

“Yes, of course I have! It’s a fictional power from a fictional movie!” Opting out on the ‘DUH!’ at the end just in case Fury decided he wasn’t in the mood to play games anymore.

“Wrong, agent L/N. You’re absolutely wrong.” At this point you were seated on your bed, hands clasped together and placed on your lap. “In fact, where do you think you got your powers from?” Oh shit, maybe you should’ve thought about the fact that you could move things with your mind before saying that the force was fake.

“I don’t understand, even if what you’re implying is remotely correct, it would be impossible! There’s also no way I could even go back to the past to change it” Before you could utter another word, Director Fury motion for you to stand up.

“Come with me agent L/N, you have much to learn.” He said as he directed both of you out of your room. Soon you found yourself in front of the doors to the meeting room. Walking in, you noticed there had already been files laid out across the table. “Take a seat, L/N. I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

“First things first,” I’m the realest, HA! I’m funny, good one y/n. “The force is real, it’s essentially what gives you your telekinetic powers. Second, because of Doctor Strange, it has come to my attention that the fate of the universe lies in your hands.”

“Wait, what? Why me? Is it because I’m a huge Star Wars fan..? I mean come on! What about Peter, he likes Star Wars too!!”

“Cause I said so, and no, Peter is too young.” Yeah, but apparently old enough to be watching a show with the team that contains nudity, but then again he is 18. Poor kid would just blush at the thought of sex.

“Okay, but even if I did agree to doing this, wouldn’t it be too late for me to at least try to solve anything?” There were a million thoughts and questions running through your mind.

“Time runs at a slower pace in our universe than it does in theirs. If our calculations are correct, we are currently in the Revenge of the Sith timeline.”

“But I thought it was, ‘A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…’ not the present..” you rebutled

“Ah, yes. We contacted Mr. Lucas himself. Turns out he too is force sensitive, and gifted with foresight. That’s why he wrote the books and comics, along with creating the movies. He did it so he would never forget about where he’d come from, but it also served as a warning. When he first had visions of the downfall of the Jedi Order, he fled. Using a bridge that connected Coruscant to our Earth. That’s how he, and many other force sensitive beings like you, can inhabit the earth.” He explained.

“That still doesn’t answer my question, how-”

Fury interrupted you before continuing, “Right, like I said, time runs slower here than it does in their universe. While time in his universe runs faster. Before he left, Qui Gon Jinn hadn’t been born yet. He’d left their universe when he was merely 22, about the same age as you. At the age of 32, he’d already released A New Hope. On Earth, he ages slower. Had he stayed within his universe, he would’ve been dead way before you were born.”

All this new information was giving you a headache. “Hold on, you mentioned a bridge.. What exactly is it?”

“Well agent L/N, the bridge is located in the middle of Antarctica, precisely the south pole in an underground ice cave. The bridge can either be used to summon other beings or to travel to different planets. It just so happens that we have one here on Earth. How? We have no idea, but we’re working on it.”

At this point, you were confused and wouldn’t be able to comprehend any new information if he gave any. Noticing the distant look on your face, Fury dismissed you.

“I’ll give you the night to think about it, but remember, the fate of the universe lies in your hands, Y/N. We don’t have much time to waste.”

You sat on your bed, hands raking through your hair. Hours ago you were so excited to rewatch your favorite movie, and now you were about to be thrown into that universe. You didn’t know whether to be elated or terrified. Fury said that there were other force sensitive beings on Earth, so why would they choose you? Surely there was someone stronger than you that they could send. But then again this meant that you would be seeing THE Anakin Skywalker.

You looked at the files again to get a better grasp of the mission. Join the Jedi Order. Befriend Anakin Skywalker, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Senator Amidala. Eradicate the Titan race. Hold on, they wanted you to kill a whole race of creatures. If you couldn’t kill a fly, then there was no way you’d be able to off a whole race.

You decided to shoot Peter a text, asking him to come to your room. It didn’t take long before you heard a knock on your door. You responded with its open and Peter came into your room, flopping down onto your bed right next to you.

“What’s up buttercup?” You scrunched up your face. Ew, save it for MJ. Speaking of MJ, you wondered how the two of them were doing. However, you chose not to say anything and instead focus on the situation.

“Okay Pete, I’m going to tell you something and you absolutely CANNOT repeat it to anyone else. Not even Ned.” You paused, waiting for him to nod before continuing, “So like after Mr. Stark so rudely interrupted our rewatch of Star Wars, I went to my room to watch it myself. And then one thing led to another and nowi’mgonnabetravelingacrosstheuniverseandplayingjediwithTHEANAKINSKYWALKERandofcoursedaddywankenobibutFurywantsmetokillawholeraceofbeingsbecausethefateoftheuniverseliesinmyhandsnow.” You turned to Peter hoping his advanced hearing allowed him to understand what you just said, but instead you just received a flabbergasted look from him. “ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵃᶦᵈ…” You waited a few seconds expecting that he would catch on eventually, alas he didn’t. You began to repeat yourself, only this time slower.

“...so you're telling me that the force exists and i got stuck with a FREAKING radioactive spider bite??” Dear god, this boy was going to be the death of you.

“Peter, that’s not the point!” You said, trying to get back to the subject, “The point is that by tomorrow I’ll be in a whole other universe, that up until today, didn’t exist to us. This is supposed to be fictional dude, and now it’s becoming my reality! OUR reality! What if I get impaled by a lightsaber? I’m only 20, I can’t die!! Or worse, what if Anakin doesn’t like me?” The severity of the situation was just now hitting you, so many things could go wrong on this mission, but the whole universe was counting on you. The weight of the world began to crush you and breathing became hard. Falling to the floor, you laid in a fetal position, arms clutching your knees.

From the corner of your eye you could see Peter's arm reaching out to touch your shoulder, “Hey, star, you're okay. You’re gonna be okay. C’mon sit up and take a deep breath with me.” Carefully, Peter hoisted you up. You sat criss cross applesauce on the floor, parallel to Peter. Following the breathing exercise, you felt yourself calming down.

“Thank you, y’know you didn’t have to do that. But I appreciate it, a lot.” You knew you weren’t getting a wink of sleep tonight, so you asked Peter if he could stay for the night, which he agreed to. The two of you spent the night talking about the most random things, and before you knew it, the sun had already risen.

Noticing that it was morning, you offered to make some breakfast for the both of you. However as you got up to move, FRIDAY interrupted you, “Miss Y/N, Director Fury requests your presence in the meeting room.” Letting out a loud groan, you told FRIDAY that you would be down soon.

“Well Peter, it looks like I’ll have to make you breakfast once I get back.” You gave him a quick nod before making your way to the meeting room.

“I trust that you spent the night thinking about the mission, agent L/N. So, what have you decided?”

You cleared your throat before responding, “One last question, then you’ll have my answer.” Fury briefly nodded, signaling for you to continue, “Of all places within our universe, why there? Titan is within our solar system, wouldn’t it make sense for the avengers to travel there and just..” holding up a two finger gun to your head, you pretend to shoot yourself and die, “y’know? I mean it would save us a lot more time.”

“Well to put it simply, they have technology far more advanced than ours, we need a special weapon in order to carry out the mission.” You hoped that Fury wasn’t referring to THE weapon. If you went, that would mean you’d be forever changing the timeline, and there’d be no way to fix it. But if you didn’t go, Anakin would fulfill his prophecy, he would live the life of a liar, traitor, and puppet. You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself for letting Anakin suffer.

“Fine, I’m in. When do I leave.”

The flight to Antarctica was long and boring, you would’ve slept but your nerves kept you up. But as you felt the jet land, you couldn’t have been more relieved. You were finally back on land. You could kiss the ice if you wanted to, but chose not to. Who knows what kind of ancient bacteria is lurking.

The entrance to the cave was surrounded by many agents. Although it was quite literally in the middle of nowhere, security was still a top priority. Entering the cave, you clutched the fluffy jacket that was wrapped around your body. You walked in silence, admiring the cave until the agents stopped in front of a hatch.

“This is as far as we can go. Climb down the ladder and follow the path, Fury will be waiting for you.” One of the agents informed you, as the other bent down to open the hatch. Well, here goes nothing.

The first thing you noticed was the change of temperature. Above the hatch, it was freezing, but below it was warmer. Warm enough that you broke out in a slight sweat, but not warm enough to melt the ice. The second thing you noticed was how well lit the passage was, which surprised you. There were lights hanging onto the wall. Hmm, there’s no way they could be solar powered, it's too far underground. They must be powered by the bridge.

You followed the passage, noticing a slight hum that grew louder with every turn you took. Soon, you found yourself in front of a door, a faint green hue escaping from under it. You slowly pushed the door open. The sight in front of your very eyes had you mesmerized. The bridge itself was made of a stone like matter, hovering above the ground. Walking closer to it, you took note of it’s spiral pattern and engravings.

“Welcome agent L/N.” Fury’s loud voice startled you out of your trance.

“The symbols, what do they mean?” You asked

“Well, we're not entirely quite sure what they mean. But we do know that it’s a language of sorts. You see, if you tap the symbols in a specific order, you can travel to a different world or summon a person.” Fury turned to you, handing you a necklace. “It’s a communication, tracking, and code device, all in one. Use it when you need to communicate vital information to us. All the codes you need are in the device, but be weary of using them, any only summon one of us if absolutely needed. It also includes mission details, like the time on Earth and a countdown. If you're not back the day the countdown is done, we will come find you.” He demonstrated how to use the device, pressing a button to bring up Coruscant’s code.

“Now, exactly how does this work ?” You pondered

“It relies on the energy being emitted from the bridge. For it to work, it’s essential that you stay on a planet with a bridge. If not, we won’t be able to track or help you if needed.”

Not another word was uttered as you went to remove your jacket. The black long sleeve shirt along with the black jeans and combat boots you were wearing was going to make you stick out like a sore thumb in the Jedi Temple. Reaching for the device around your throat, you pressed the button. You took a deep breath before touching the first symbol. A warmth began in you, starting from your core, expanding to the tips of your fingers. With each symbol you touched, the vibration of the hum increased. You continued to touch the symbols needed, pausing slightly before touching the last one.

“What now? Do I jus-” There was now a chill in the room, your hair lightly swayed. A small swirl of green mist appeared from behind the bridge, expanding until it filled nearly half of the room. “Do i just walk in..?” Fury nodded. You took hesitant steps towards it, your heart beating louder with each step. Before you fully engulfed yourself into the mist, you turned towards Fury, “If I don’t come back, tell-”

“You’re going to come back. You have to. The avengers, human race, and every inhabitant of the universe is counting on it.” Letting out a shaky breath, you nodded before stepping into the mist.

The further you went in, the less you could feel Fury’s burning stare on the back of your head. As it became weaker, you began to see a concrete wall. You reached out to stabilize yourself, it felt as though you were being kicked out of the bridge. The mist dissipated the second you stepped out of it. Hugging the wall, you look around the concrete room, noticing a heavy look door in front of you. With all your might, you pushed the door open. You began to sluggishly walk down a corridor, tripping over your own feet every couple of seconds. Damn, I really should’ve slept. All of your energy had left your body, and now it felt like you were going crazy as you began to hear a voice in your head.

Who are you? That voice, it sounded so familiar. Too focused on trying to figure out who the voice belonged to, you failed to notice the Jedi running up behind you. It was the ignition of a saber that made you freeze, followed by, “Stop right there! Turn around and face us sith!” Oh, so apparently you were a sith now. You raised your arms up slowly, showing that you weren’t a danger to them. Fully turning around, you were mesmerized to find who was in front of you. Or more like, the crowd in front of you. Your eyes scanned through the familiar faces until you locked eyes with him. His eyes followed your every move, his gaze strong and hard.

“Anakin…” You whispered, your knees buckled, sending you to the ground. Your eyes fluttered close, the exhaustion taking a toll on you. Before you could fully fall asleep, you heard the voice softly respond,

It’s you.

read ch 2 here

omg yall I feel like this sucked ass, I rushed the last couple of paragraphs cause I just really wanted to publish this. I’ll probably come back in the future to edit/rewrite it once I get some stuff sorted out. as of rn I'm thinking of doing a love triangle but idk. Also please tell me how you feel about the title,,, I’m stuck between ‘Borrowed Time’ and ‘Clash’, I only went with the former cause it seemed fitting but I also really like the name ‘Clash’. lmk what you think !!!

#Anakin Skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #peter parker x reader #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #star wars #star wars imagine #peter parker #avengers #avengers imagine #tony stark #nick fury #anakin skywalker imagine #peter parker imagine #fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #avengers fanfiction

108 notes · View notes

vriedoodlez · 3 years ago

Text

The Friendly Fox (old comic series)

Sorry it being blurry ;w;

for this it starts off like uh- "4 weeks until the big party. The weird fox that had join the gang a bit ago was...acting a bit strange. They only recently found out they loved helping but.. something about them didn't seem right. The only person that tried talking to them was plush but he soon regret doing that seeing as he angered the fox for stepping foot in their room. That happened only a month ago. The fox seemed to be warming up to the other until IT HAPPENED

For page 2 and 3- uh- dis > Fun bun was annoyed by Fluff. He was trying to talk with Chester but Fluff interrupt him. Fun bun was just really asking if they could remove Fluff for the 100th "Well...Fun bun, I don't think they can remove her.....again..she staying so stop asking-" Is what Chester said to fun bun until Plush came in, trying to get their attention. "Yes, plush?" He asked, looking down at the stitched up miscolor bunny. Course plush couldn't talk due to his mouth being sewed close. Plush had given Chester a letter that had came to their place. "If they can't remove her, they mind as well kill me now! This annoy fluff ball won't shut up" Fun Bun sighed. "First off, You can't die. Second, Victor is coming by later tomorrow to fix up things" Chester spoke before glancing at Fun bun "Stop being so on edge all the time". Fun bun rolled his eyes. The room they we're in was filled with them all talking besides plush. He was gonna leave until a loud sound of breaking glass was heard followed by a loud crash. There came Zorane (Known in this au as Scar- Also - GSF version stands for, Genderswap- fnaf version) sliding in from the right hall. Scar seemed really mad about something. "Uh...You alright Scar?" Chester asked looking over to the pink fox on the ground. Scar got up and glared at him "Does it look like i'm ok??" Scar growled. He was mad 'cause for one, His Plan wasn't gonna work anymore and the fact that Chester had sympathy for him in the first place. The pink fox huffed before storming back down the right hall, back to his room. Chester sighed "I don't get paid enough for this- I was just asking if he was alright..geez.." Chester looked back to the others "Wait...wheres plush?". Fluff slowly poked to Chester's hat "Hiding from Scar in his plush form-" And indeed plush was hiding in his hat- he slowly fell out before going back to his normal size. "I know scar can be a tad mean but i sure he doesn't mean it!" the characters are uh-- Chester (Weird looking dog with top hat), Fun bun (Edgy looking rabbit), Fluff (Handpupet thing- thats with fun bun), Plush (Blue and green bunny), And Zorane i mainly didn't continue this comic cause, 1. my art style changed (this happened with my other comics), and 2 i lost interest in the plot of where it was going. i made this comic back in 2018.

with the cover for "The friendly fox" i was practice with backgrounds, drawing chester was hard to do so since i don't draw diamonds as much. then uh..- i drew Chester themed chairs cause i thought it was a cute idea and well- i don't see stuff like in most of the time in the fnaf fandom-

Chester isn't a fox but- i very weird looking dog that wears a top hat and bowtie though with fluff, it was just- random thing i thought up- she is a fox but- uh- like- a longed ear fox. i based fun bun off of what i think bonnie would like- minus the colors and fluff. i based plush off of plushtrap

This comic is gonna be (maybe) remade

1 note · View note

bastillewolf · 5 years ago

Text

The Grand Tranquility Hotel (XIII)

Pairing: Alex Turner/Reader

Summary: An eccentric hotel owner and an inquisitive writer find solace in each other when they both seemed to be at the edge of rock bottom.

Notes: My 100th post! Also, I’d planned on making this one chapter since it’s the last song left on the album, but writing it made me realize it was getting far too long. So, I split it. Hope you’re all doing well. Enjoy!

Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list.

@edgythought @iwannabemorethanme @he4rtbre4khotel @juga-42

Chapter XIII - Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino (Pt. I)

5 YEARS LATER…

“Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino, this is Mark speaking. Please tell me, how may I direct your call?”

“Yes, hi!” She quickly informed him of her name. “I was wondering if I could book a room at your residence? If possible, sometime soon.”

A moment of silence passed over the line.

“O-Of course, madam. It would be our pleasure. Would two weeks from now work?”

“Perfect. I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying. Oh, and I’m bringing someone, if that’s alright.”

“That’s won’t be an issue.”

“And- Could you do me a favour?”

“Anything, madam.”

“Could you book me into room 521?”

“Certainly.”

She glanced down at her suitcase, taking a deep breath, before slamming the top down and sitting on it to be able to zip it shut. She had packed it to the brim, an unusual habit she’d started showing ever since she’d had to visit random book signings she would only know the location of later during the day. She had spent a while traveling, thus having this quirk grow into something more of a routine.

Her driver had been watching her struggle silently, noting the way she was fumbling with her hands as she put her coat on and nearly dropped her purse for the third time. When she finally looked up at him, he did his best to give her a reassuring smile.

“Are you ready to go, miss?” Matthew asked her. She nodded.

He held the door open for her as usual.

The building was one she’d seen before on a picture, but only briefly, and she had to admit that she had underestimated the sheer size of it. It was not looming in any way; it was a place you’d walk into expecting to have fun. She could compare it to a billboard; massive, with bright flashy neon lights and something about it that made you turn your head to look at it.

The entrance hallway was decorated with a brightly coloured carpet and simplistic wooden furniture, and it was busy. People were gathered around in little clusters here and there, most likely just having arrived and others meeting up with friends. She was a bit relieved to see that the face behind the counter was not a familiar one, because she still hadn’t decided how ready she was to be in the situation she was today.

“Welcome to the Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino,” the clerk said most enthusiastically. “How may I be of service?”

She tried her best not to pull her nose up at the way he said it, instead opting for a polite introduction. “I’d called the other day; I’d asked for room 521?”

He decidedly blinked at her, before his gaze wandered her up and down, almost as if to check if she was really who she was claiming to be. Finally, when her brow lifted impatiently, he settled with believing her, because he said, “Of course, miss. I absolutely loved your book, by the way. If I may be so bold, would you sign my copy for me one of these days?”

“Of course,” she put up a polite smile, “You’ll know where to find me.”

Matt appeared behind her, lowering their suitcases to the floor. “Sorry I took so long. Couldn’t find a spot.”

“That’s alright,” she muttered, as he eyed the young clerk behind the counter suspiciously.

“Our sincere apologies, sir,” the boy told him, “The hotel is working on the plans to expand the parking lot.”

“Working on the plans? How difficult is it to expand a parking lot?” Matt quipped back, leaving the clerk trying to form a sputtering sentence which mostly consisted of a lot of uhms and buts. He rolled his eyes at the employee, simply reaching out with an open palm. “Just give me the keys.”

“H-Have a nice stay, miss. And to your mister, of course!”

She had no time to reply, for Matt was already guiding her to the elevator with his hand on her lower back. “You didn’t have to be so rude, Matthew.”

“I wouldn’t have to be so rude if they hired better staff at this hotel.”

“He barely said anything. You’re biased.”

“It was the way he was looking at you. I didn’t like it.”

She huffed, hitting his arm.

“Are you joining me for dinner or are you going to sulk in this room for the entirety of our stay?” she asked as she glanced over herself in the mirror one last time. She’d put on something a bit fancier, having known beforehand what kind of restaurant the hotel housed. Luxury food for the luxury people.

“Those are two big varieties in time,” Matt commented from his strewn-out position on his bed, “I know I’m not joining you tonight, but I don’t know what I’ll be doing for the rest of the week. I’m not a fortune teller.”

“I know you’re not a fortune teller, otherwise you’d throw out some bullshit that you foresee that you will join me in other activities and then it never happens. Just promise me you’ll be a bit more productive. Join me on walks, you can bring out your camera.”

“We’ll see,” he said, as she walked out the door.

Dinner for one, such a common theme for her during her life. When she lived on her own a while away from her family, she used to enjoy going to restaurants by herself. No one there to chatter her ears off, no one to take her attention away from the delicious food she didn’t have to cook for herself. She’d done it quite often, and still thoroughly enjoyed it.

Especially considering the fact that she had a best-seller book and a lot of people now knew her name, she couldn’t say she’d ever been denied a seat at a restaurant. Up until now, when a familiar man with a frantic look on his face was glaring down at his clipboard, going through people’s names and reservations.

“I’m very sorry, madam, but I’m afraid all of our tables are reserved. We could provide you with complementary room service, though-“ The sound of his voice had died down quietly during the moment he’d looked up at her and recognition had befallen him. His eyes softened momentarily, his hand wavering over the clipboard he was holding. They inspected each other, and both felt a mutual warm blanket of familiarity and respect surround them, as two old friends would.

Though it had only been a few years, he had changed a lot. Not so much in appearance; still sporting the long, curly bush of hair resting on his slim shoulders, which were covered by a velvety suit jacket. It was in the way he held himself. He looked so very much more confident, if not relaxed. The dark circles under his eyes were no longer as prominent as they used to be, and he radiated a hospitality any clerk could only dream of having.

“I could always just sit on the floor,” she said, her lips quirking up facetiously.

Nick smiled warmly at her in turn. “Actually, I think we’ll manage. If you’ll follow me, miss.”

He guided her through rows of tables holding chattering people, most adorned with a crystal glass of alcohol in their hands, seemingly in a state of pure and utter rich bliss. They reminded her of the very people she’d slandered at a particular gathering. She noticed them catching glimpses of her through the corners of their eyes, telling each other ‘don’t turn around, but there’s this-‘ or something of the sort. Because they knew what kind of person you had to be to get into an already packed restaurant.

She loathed them as much as they loathed her.

“Here we are,” Nick announced, pulling her out of her daze. He snapped his fingers, and she’d almost burst out laughing at the comical gesture until a few of the personnel came running through a door, carrying a table and chair, amongst a few other things. And in a flurry of motion, they’d set her in front of the window, adorned her place with the most intricate cutlery and dishware she’d ever seen, and had even poured a small amount of champagne for her to try.

When she’d agreed to the sparkling gold that slid smoothly down her throat and her glass was filled generously, they were gone as quickly as they’d come. She’d barely had time to get comfortably settled in her chair, or even blink.

Nick smirked at her clear state of disarray. She hadn’t changed a bit, and it made him more than happy.

In the time of her absence, Nick had seen a lot of people he’d known change. Some for the better, some for worse. It had hurt him to see it all. And thus, knowing it was her in particular that had her familiar ways rooted so deeply into the ground and still stood tall, made that wave of nostalgia something he wanted to cherish.

“I hope you didn’t have to cancel any reservation for this?” she wondered, “This table has such a good view.”

“Not at all, miss. Only the famous and our regulars get a special treatment.”

“And I am?”

“Both, really,” he replied with a playful lift of his brow.

She snorted, “Not as famous as you’d think, Nicholas. And certainly not a regular.”

“You are a regular to us, miss. You always will be.”

He made her heart flutter, drowning out the initial worry she’d come in with. “I suppose you’re too busy to join me, then?”

“Unfortunately, I am. But I will ask our head chef if he has time to go over the menu with you, and keep you a bit of company.”

She hummed, “That would be nice. Thank you, Nicholas.”

Her gaze wandered over the many faces in the room, her ears filled with their nonsensical blathering, barely being able to make out the faint jazz band seated on the stage a little end away from her. She glanced down at her worn golden watch; the same one she’d carried around all those years ago. It was time for her medication, and if the time hadn’t told her so, the noticeably increasing pounding in her head certainly did. She plucked the bottle out of her purse, took one out, and threw it back quickly with a gulp of water. They never really worked, but a part of her always hoped they would. It was one of her last options, and even her doctor was getting frustrated.

She noticed him before he did her. And he looked good.

He was dressed in a black chef’s uniform, which looked like it had come straight out of dry-cleaning. Not a spot of grease or grime to be seen, yet his sweaty forehead which he quickly ran his handkerchief over told her he was still as hardworking as ever. Chef Cook, read in a red italic on the front of his shirt.

His blue orbs met hers and held a giddy sense of surprise to see her. He rushed over to her table, ignoring every singly person asking to have a word with him about his commendable food, and didn’t hesitate to give her a tight hug. Everyone who had tried to grasp his attention looked rather appalled.

She pulled back from him with twinkling eyes. “Look at you,” she muttered, “Chef Cook. All professional and organized.”

He huffed, “Professional, I certainly strive to be. Organized? I don’t think that’s possible. Not in my kitchen, at least.”

He took a seat right next to her, provided by one of the same waiters that had set her table up for her. “It’s good to see you again, miss. I’m really sorry I haven’t had the chance to call. It’s been a very hectic few years.”

She shook her head, “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Jamie. I can tell how busy you’ve been, and how much it has payed off. It makes me happy to just see you doing well.”

“But it’s not an excuse to not have been able to thank you for what you’ve done for us,” he insisted.

“You would’ve been fine without me,” she waved him off, “The book only gave you a bit more publicity. The rest you did yourselves. Besides, I completely understand if certain… regulations made you refrain from calling me. That’s not your fault, either.”

He held a look of guilt; a similar one she’d seen at another time, another place. “Even if there were, I should’ve just picked up the phone. I just- I just didn’t think you’d want to talk to us again after the last time we saw each other…”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Why?”

“We certainly didn’t do much to speak on behalf of your honour, miss. I didn’t have words to describe what I was feeling, and I couldn’t say I was ready to defend you in that moment. And yet I wonder, after all of that, how you still managed to write any good about us lot.”

She placed her hand on his back comfortingly. “You did what you thought was right. I did something awful and have spent the past five years trying to make up for it. I’m only glad you still want to talk to me.”

“How could I ever not want to talk to you?” He smiled, “You’re our favourite guest.”

They talked about a whole lot. He told her about how he met his wife shortly before the grand opening of the new hotel, and how they’d gotten married in the spring only a few months ago. He told her of how he had struggled with the new position he’d been given, considering it had been a while since he’d had actual staff work underneath him, let alone this many. And he told her of how he’d gotten through the reestablishment with the support of his family and friends, and how he often thought back on the old hotel, which still remained a hidden gem.

She informed him of how she’d gotten quite a few offers on the previous script of her book, though most of them seemingly more interested in the gossip than her actual story. When she felt she found the right company, she’d set the record straight that all earnings go to the hotel itself, which Jamie confirmed.

“The, uh- The boss didn’t want it at first. As you can imagine. But I knew you wouldn’t take the money back, so we had the old bathhouse in the Grand Tranquility Hotel restored. You should come see it sometime, it’s beautiful.”

“I’d love to,” she replied genuinely, “I’d hoped that old ruin would get its life back some day. It’s a place I hold dear in my heart.”

Jamie nodded in understanding. He hesitated, and she noticed the question lingering on his lips.

“Spit it out,” she huffed.

He smiled awkwardly, glancing up at her with his bright orbs. “How’s Matt been?”

She let out a sigh. “He’s been okay. Has been acting as my chauffeur, mostly, though he knows I can drive perfectly fine myself. He’s still looking for a job that holds his interest for longer than a few weeks.”

He nodded, reaching over to scratch the back of his head. “Is he here, too?”

“He is. We share a room.”

“Has- Does he ever mention us?”

She blinked. “No.”

She watched as his shoulders slumped in anguish, quickly adding, “But I know he thinks about you a lot. And that he misses you, even though he’s too stubborn to admit it. It will take him a while to be able to realize what he really needs and wants.”

He didn’t perk up much, but he gave a noise of acknowledgement that told her he’d at least taken her words into consideration.

“So,” she started, “how outrageous would it be if I asked you to make me a cheeseburger?”

He smirked. “Probably be the least outrageous request I’ve ever gotten from a guest, miss. Coming right up.”

Her walk back to her room was slow, her belly not allowing her to take the long strides she would usually take. Her face felt slightly warm from the buzz of champagne, which she admittedly drank more of than planned, and her chest was full with happiness.

The people she’d been so anxious to meet had accepted her back with open arms, and it was a wave of gratitude and ease that had washed over her since then.

The moment she’d stopped in front of her door and glanced down at her watch, however, was not a moment of joy. She had forgotten her keys, and it was late, meaning Matt had most likely already fallen asleep. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing her eyes tiredly. There was no way she was going to bang on the door only for other guests to wake up and file noise complaints. Resting her head against the wooden surface, she thought about her unfortunate circumstance, and wondered how people did that trick with their credit card to break in.

Just as she was about to consider committing a felony, her ears caught the click of a door opening and a pair of feet shuffling until they momentarily wavered.

She met the chocolate brown eyes she hadn’t seen in five years.

Happy birthday, Miles <3

#Alex Turner #Alex Turner x Reader #Arctic Monkeys #The Last Shadow Puppets #AM #TBHC #Wpsiatwin #Humbug #TLSP #Fanfiction #Matt Helders #Jamie Cook #Nick O'Malley #Miles Kane #Romance #Reader Insert #The Grand Tranquility Hotel

63 notes · View notes

tessmontyart · 4 years ago

Text

2020 year in review

It’s funny, last year I never actually got around to doing one of these. I didn’t think it was overly interesting. Oh 2019, how I miss you so 😭Such an innocent time ....

I’ll do a quick recap, cause hey no-one but me reads these anyway. 2019 was a glorious time. I went to Italy for the first time, went on an awesome Hunter Valley trip with my friends, had a 100th birthday celebration for my pop, I got to see the show I worked on air on TV, we saw the Lano and Woodley apartment in Melbourne .... Good times!

I didn’t give a rats about being unemployed and took matters into my own hands by making loads of new merch and selling at the most conventions I’ve ever been to. I tabled at Sydney Supanova, Adelaide Avcon, Sydney SMASH, Coffs Nexus Con, Sydney Oz Comic Con and Brisbane Supanova! I did so much travelling and events, it became my full time job. It was exhausting, but it was loads of fun, it paid the bills nicely, and it was wonderful to meet followers and mutuals in person.

My partner was very invested in counting up the numbers of what was selling and what wasn’t, and taking note of what was inconvenient with my setup and how to make it better. He even made a powerpoint presentation on what I could focus on for 2020, what kind of merch I could focus on and adding more conventions to my list. We were both excited about the idea of trying out Armageddon in New Zealand, which would have been my first overseas convention!

Cue 2020.

It started off uneasy. There were still bushfires everywhere and smoke hanging around, but I was optimistic they would die soon and the rest of the year would be fine. I booked a bunch of conventions early as usual. Got a whole bunch of new things made and ordered for the first convention of the year, Melbourne Supanova in early April. Some Acrylic charms didn’t make it in time because of COVID, but I thought that’s ok I still have a whole years worth of conventions to sell them at!

COVID-19 was just a spooky mysterious thing that was happening overseas at that point. I think there might have been 1 case in Australia, so all the toilet paper and hand sanitizer was sold out, but we were still able to do our usual travelling for the event. Little did I know, Melbourne Supanova was the first and last event I could do in 2020.

COVID hit Australia hard, Melbourne especially. There were lockdowns, quarantines, planes were grounded, airmail was halted, the cases kept multiplying, rules kept changing and changing and it was all so new and such a headache. Seeing every single convention I had booked cancel one after the other was hard to process. This was my main source of income in 2019 and now it’s up and vanished. Everyone were losing their jobs too, so the idea of getting a new job was completely out the window.

I tried to cheer myself up by drawing ‘Toilet Paper Chan’, my new magical girl character who has the ability to summon toilet paper in a time of need 😅

I made it into a Draw This In Your Style challenge, seeing as everyone was bored out of their minds in quarantine I hoped it was something people could pass the time and have fun making.

(here’s a handful of my favourites) I had a few entries which were all very adorable, but I admit not as many people joined as I expected. I don’t blame them though, this whole pandemic was very soul sucking and demotivating, especially hearing the constant stream of bad news when it all started.

I also made some lineart of a cute Easter girl, encouraging people to colour her in if they are bored in quarantine.

That was really fun, and I planned to do more, perhaps whole colouring books for a small price to download.

Then, out of nowhere, my friend from the last animation studio I worked at in 2018 contacted me. “Hey Tess, are you looking for work?”

“Um .... yes?”

Work? In 2020? What?

It turns out the animation industry is one of the only industries that are doing fine in the pandemic. Literally the only change is that animators have to work from home instead of at a studio. If you have the animation software and an internet connection you have everything you need.

So my good friend had recently scored this job for a studio which outsources all their animation for their animated TV series. The role is just fixing up any animation errors inhouse to minimize the amount of back-and-fourth between studios. It doesn’t sound like much but it became too big a job for just one dude to handle, so he contacted me and 2 of my other animation friends to help out. We had a ball!

It was loads of fun, and the contract lasted the whole year!

It wasn’t just fixing up errors either, I got to animate walking/ running / jumping / flying cycles for the overseas animators to use, which was great practice for me, and we even had a whole episode to ourselves to animate from scratch which I really enjoyed.

And then ... the year just flew by, because I was busy working the whole time. It was really quite surreal!

There were a few highlights, such as being a bridesmaid for my best friend’s wedding and organising her hens party, which is one of those once-in-a-lifetime things.

(Hens Party - it was yellow themed (her favourite colour) and High Tea.. it was adorable!)

(The bridesmaids and the bride on the Wedding Day)

Unfortunately there were some lowlights too ... This was the last year I got to see my aunt.

She was the craziest, funniest aunt, and still far too young to go. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be the same without her.

As always, drawing is the only way I cope with anything. My family chose a plain wooden casket, encouraging everybody to write a message or draw something on it, before it would be sent to the crematorium. I drew Spotty, her awesome horse I remember from my childhood, surrounded by her favourite flowers. Monty draw Mingus, her awesome ferret we also remember from our childhood.

That wasn’t the only bad news either. Pat’s Grandpa passed away later in the year, and a handful of my friends had relatives who either passed away or were diagnosed with cancer or some other horrible life threatening disease. A musician who collaborated with favourite artist collaborated passed as well, and even though I didn’t know him personally, it was still horribly devastating. Not to mention all my friends/relatives pets who didn’t make it through 2020. There was just so much loss this year, and I’m still grieving my cousin and my friend’s mum who both passed last year, it’s getting harder and harder to cope. It’s gotten to the point where I’m paranoid about who the next person will be because I haven’t finished grieving the last ...

All I can say is I hope 2021 is a little kinder when it comes to my loved ones. The small light at the end of the tunnel is; any suicidal thoughts I used to have frequently have all completely vanished, because I’ve been faced with the reality of it all. You really don’t realise how many people love you, people you don’t even know.

...

That was very dark, but it’s definitely something I needed to get off my chest.

Lets go back to a much lighter note.

More highlights:

🌻Animal Crossing New Horizons came out this year! I used to play Wild World back in the day so it was wonderfully nostalgic, and me and Pat have made the cutest little town with all our favourite villagers. It’s a nice way to escape from it all ^_^

(Monty’s island when we started)

🌻Speaking of games, the brand new Crash Bandicoot came out this year too! It was actually jaw droppingly amazing seeing all the awesome new ideas and mechanics they came up with while still keeping it classicly Crash. I loved it and I’m so excited to see if they give Spyro the same treatment!

🌻2020 brought about new and interesting ways to still enjoy Live entertainment. Lano and Woodley did a Zoom show which was absolutely hilarious, and Lights did an amazing online Dead End show which had me so pumped!

🌻Pat and I continued our anniversary High Tea tradition, this time trying it out at the Hydro Majestic hotel in the Blue Mountains!

🌻Speaking of Pat, his sister got married this year too, despite the pandemic. Congratulations!

🌻Pat randomly bought a Miku figure for himself, out of the blue, completely unravelling years of unnecessary ‘shame’ I’ve inherited caused by a pushy mother and a crappy ex. I used to love figure collecting but was convinced by certain judgy people that it was stupid and I needed to sell them all. I kept my very favourites in a cupboard ‘just incase they increase in value’. But now I can finally display them all again knowing Pat loves them just as much as I do!

We also added a ton more to the collection to make up for lost time (and because there’s SO MANY CUTE MIKUS NOWADAYS)

It’s a bit messy because we recently got new ones and need to make more space for them. The shelf with the Vocaloid nendoroids were my original ones hidden away in the cupboard, the rest we got this year ^_^ They make me so happy!

🌻Speaking of Pat unlocking things I’ve always wanted to do in the past: I am now planning to revive my old OCs Yui and Lotto! They were just characters of mine back in the day, but since I’m not good writing I never really came up with a story for them. But with Pat’s writer wisdom and my kawaii art style, I’m now planning a webcomic featuring the two cuties ^_^ It’s still in the very early planning stages but I’m super excited, and forever grateful for Pat, for believing in me ;w;

🌻This year I drew 31 more Owl City songs in copic markers, to go towards my ongoing project to draw every song! I’m actually getting quite close to my goal now which is exciting!

🌻This year I went to a Drive-In movie theatre for the first time to see the new Bill and Tedd movie, it was glorious and now I wanted to try more drive-ins. Going out to see a movie on a big screen *without* being able to hear smart-asses or screaming babies? Yes please!!

🌻How could I forget, this was the year my idol noticed me!! Lights shared and retweeted my Deadend fanart! Life = made.

What to to look forward to in 2021:

This is the first New Year where I actually have an idea of how 2021 will go! I managed to secure another animation job at a new studio starting January, ending January 2022 😊So thats the financial security for this year sorted! :P

As for general goals for 2021;

I’m hoping to have a decent plan, concept art, chapter ideas and hopefully even a script done for my new webcomic! I also wanted to make some cute simple animations of the characters just because c:

I’d also like to just do more of my own animation in general ... I animate every day for work but I never get to do my own animated projects. It will be hard with a full time job, so maybe this can be a 2022 goal ... but hopefully I can do at least one little animation of my own!

I suppose another goal is to make a social media accounts for my animation, too. Even if I don’t fulfil my goal, I still would like a page to showcase everything I’ve done so far.

And if all else fails .... Another goal is to draw more Miku. It’s crazy that I love her this much and haven’t drawn any fanart!

I think I’ll leave it there because I’m babbling now. 😅

I’ve done so many of these now o_o

[2018] [2017] [2016] [2015] [2014] [2013] [2012]

#2020 #year review #cw: death #cw: pet death #cw: suicide

4 notes · View notes

nomnomsik · 5 years ago

Text

In Sync | Pt. 4 | END

Summary: The dance teacher and choreographer, Jung Hoseok, appears as a guest for UNDER 19, a judge for the showdown round, with only half of all the trainees qualifying for the next round. Despite his intimidating manner, his interest in you, a trainee, must mean he wants you to qualify to the end, right? What happens if he wants something else from you, completely unrelated to dance?

Pairing: Dance Teacher!Hoseok x Trainee/Idol Fem!Reader

Genre: Slow-burn, Idol!AU

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Thank you for your support. Enjoy the final installation of In Sync!

Trigger warnings: depression/suicidal thoughts, eating disorder, yandere-themes, profanity, possessive tendencies, overworking, and mental breakdowns. Please read with caution.

| 01 || 02 || 03 ||

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

With heavy muscles and sore legs, you wanted to let out a harsh sigh, but instead, your eyes zoned out, aware of the ear-deafening screeches and cameras that were probably going to be used to expose you for the 100th time this week.

The harsh lights from the stage and the loud echo of the microphone overloaded your senses, your soul hoping to let the show be over, to finally sit down in a chair for once, and close your eyes to drift asleep. Hoseok was waiting for you back there. What did he think of your performance? It would be nice if he enjoyed it, if he was proud of you again.

“Congratulations!” The loud MC of the show announced, the sharp and thunderous burst of confetti sprinkled in the air, fluttering down as pastel colors softly landed on top of your head. You were awakened out of your daydream as a mic was shoved into your vision, your face almost forming into a frown until you caught yourself. You instinctively smiled instead, unaware what was actually going on, but smiles always dispersed any suspicion.

“Y/n, please tell us how you feel about your win.” The male MC spoke, folding his cue cards away as he gave a bright smile to the camera.

Wait, what did he just say? First win?

“Wai- What?” You spoke into the mic, your eyes growing wide as they nervously darted back and forth. “I- Me? Win?”

“Yes, please tell us your thoughts.” The male MC bowed, the heavy award being dropped into your hands.

“Oh, umm…” You blinked rapidly, staring at the glimmering and hefty trophy, giving a big smile to the camera. “This was very unexpected, but I’d like to thank all my fans who voted for me. When I came on stage, this was the farthest thing I was thinking about. I’d also like to thank you to my agency and my dance instructor.”

You bowed, the backing track of your song playing in the background as idols shuffled out off stage. Most of the people in the audience stayed for your encore stage, singing along as you swayed back and forth. Your cheeks hurt from smiling too much, the award that you worked tirelessly for years in your hand. It was too good to be true, the shiny metal reflecting hundreds of lights back onto the ground. As the last few seconds of your song died out, you were brought back to reality, your fans cheering at you.

“Thank you, everyone, for this.” The longer you stared at the award, the more the memories began to resurface, almost to praise your hard work. You didn't work for nothing. You were just lucky. That’s it. If it wasn’t for the strings that were pulled, you would be a nobody like everyone else.

You gave a final wave to the crowd, jogging backstage. As soon as you were in the protection of the curtains, your smile turned into a frown, your eyebrows knit as a heavy feeling dropped your stomach.

This was real. This award. It had to be just luck, right? With shaking hands, you brought the award to eye level, your bottom lip jutting out.

“Why are you crying?”

Your head snapped up, hard, too fast, as you stumbled back, the voice was recognizable, a second nature. Strong arms caught you, steadying you and planting you back onto the floor.

“Slow down, angel.”

He was too close, his presence was suffocating. His grip was toxic and you were positive he was only going to get touchier if you let him. Just like you predicted, his hand came up to your hair, brushing back a strand behind your ear. Your breath halted as you quickly ripped yourself away from him, award clutched to your chest, unaware of Hoseok’s dark glare.

“I have to head back. Change out of this...clothing” You speedily ran off, turning the corner as you disappeared from Hoseok’s line of vision.

That was the line you gave him after every music award show for the past year, only winning Inkigayo for the first time. It was unusual to not be in the studio for the entire day, but instead sleeping on the makeup chair, stylists in their own world. You realized that Hoseok stopped coming and although you expected to have a sense of relief, his absence left a hollow feeling.

You didn't like being alone.

Filled with staff who you still didn't know, makeup artists who don't know you well, a manager who was busy discussing with shows, you missed him.

And it grossed you out. You were a joke. Did you forget your kiss-

Your eyes snapped open, the rattle of the van shaking your body. Practice. It was finally time to dance in the studio after a long day of shows and interviews.

You could see Hoseok again. You wanted his praise, his sweet words that weren't laced with bitter sentiments. And that rare smile that he barely showed. Could you earn that today too?

Hopping out of the vehicle, you stepped inside the BigHit building, the elevator carrying you up, your legs running down the halls and turning the studio door open.

Hoseok stood in front of the mirror, music blaring as he made several loud steps, arms in unison. Immediately, his eyes met yours, your breathless state noted, as well as your puffy winter coat and pink cheeks.

"You're back already?" He shouted over the music, his body still dancing as you shrugged off your coat, placing it on the rolly chair.

"Yeah." You called, shifting the weight of your feet as you brought both hands over your head, stretching and extending your body. With the final pump of your legs, you stood straight up, waltzing over the mirrors and studying your teacher's motions.

He moved effortlessly, like water, his body flowing and swaying with ease. You took several seconds, your pouting face unable to comprehend his motions. When you extended your hand out to mimic him, he laughed, coming to a halt and quickly pausing the music.

"Not like that." He instructed, his hands coming up to your arm as he lifted it in the air, attaining a similar posture as before. You nodded, going over each precise step, wondering if you’d be able to move like him one day.

“People say the goal isn’t to attain the perfect posture, to not mimic the teacher, but to stretch and reach for yourself. To make it your own. But-” His arm came up, hitting the back of your elbow as you instinctively straightened it out, eyeing him cautiously. “I think that’s a lot of bullshit.”

“As a dance teacher, it is my job to explain the basics, the foundations, continuously building on each various style. If the foundations are not perfect, how can I expect my students to continue improving, to build on top of the base if it’s ready to topple at any second?”

“Chin up.” He commanded, walking in a circle around you, looking from each direction. “Now, that is perfect posture.” He smiled. “Well done.”

When you brought your arms down, an immense relief flooded your body. The weight of having them raised in the air for what felt like hours was unexpectedly tiring.

“I want to be your dance instructor forever.”

You whipped your head, eyes meeting Hoseok as you almost stumbled backward by his intense stare. His words should’ve been unsettling, but yet, you found something endearing about it. Separation was always tough, an emotion you hated. In a way, you knew this moment would someday be over, the days of being a student gone.

It was similar to those idols who yelled ‘I want to be your singer forever’. It was these sentimental and vulnerable moments where nobody wanted to separate. It was like the last day of graduation, inevitable as each individual split to follow their own path, no longer together, the insides broken but never able to plead the other to stay.

Maybe Hoseok was right. He understood you. Maybe, you should meet him halfway, and try to understand him too for once. Maybe you too, feel the same way. So, you smiled, nodding your head.

“That does sound nice.”

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

The clank of glass on the coffee table was one of the only sounds in the spacious living room, high above the city of Seoul. The streets were littered in lights, the sun long gone, having fallen asleep several hours ago. Its sister woke up, the soft grey of the moon giving its greetings to the quiet admirer who stared out of the large windows. The hum of the air purifier and tick of the clock added to the ambiance of the calm nighttime.

The large sounding rattle of the doorknob broke through the silence, the jiggle of keys accompanying it. The sound of shoes on the tile was the next noises as the door softly closed, the light of the doorway alive as the button of the wall was pressed. Even the fumbling of plastic bags and the now discarded shoes reached your ears.

“You’re late.” You mumbled into your hand, still looking out the window, about sixty floors up.

“Are you mad about that?”

“No, I guess I’m not.”

Warm arms found their way on your stomach, a chin propped on your shoulder. “Angel, did you eat yet, today?”

You grunted, shaking your head. “No, haven’t been hungry.”

A sigh escaped from behind you, the arms releasing you. “We’re going to have to see the doctors soon then. You’re showing too many symptoms of an eating dis-” Hoseok paused, clearing his throat.

“I hate that this always happens to trainees in the end…” He mumbled. “I’ll be back.” He called from the hallway, walking off.

You gave him a slight hum of approval, still spacing out, your eyes gazing at the beauty of the city streets.

When you finally tore your vision away, you were greeted with the multiple shelves that lined your living room. A golden award sat on the display shelf, proof of the accomplishments of your career.

It all happened during the third year after your debut. You sat in the comfortable lounge chairs of Dongdaemun Design Plaza, a blanket across your lap as you were surviving the end of the year award shows. Spaced out for most of the show, it wasn’t until the intense cheers grew that you realized this wasn’t the time to lose focus.

You looked around, your eyes catching the monitor showing the candidates for the records of the year. From best music video to the best group, you forced yourself to pay attention. The ear-deafening screams gave you a mild headache, which further added to your irritable mood. It wasn’t until you saw your face as one of the candidates for Best Dance of the Year, that your heart started racing, but your thoughts still clouded.

You had forgotten you were a candidate.

You tried to hide your excitement to win the award, knowing the disappointment would only hit harder. Crossing your fingers and biting your lip, you looked down at the floor, the MC taking his sweet time in announcing the winner.

It was that day, you gave it all.

As you stood on the stage, the shimmering award in your hand, blinded by the thousands of lights, you smiled. You gave your thanks to the people who deserved it, pure happiness in your face.

At that moment, you forgot all about Hoseok. Not once in your speech did you mention him. It’s like you knew nothing of his existence. To this day, you still don’t know what exactly was going through your mind, but maybe it was your mood or maybe it was fatigue, or maybe it was loss of steam and finally wanting to settle down.

But that day, you ended it.

“I want to announce something.” You had said into the mic, trying your hardest not to squint. Your throat constricted as you breathed out harshly away from the microphone. “I’m retiring this year.”

You remembered the smirk that was on your face, no sadness laced in your voice as you said those liberating words. At that moment, you swore you felt free. The insane amount of pressure throughout the years had continuously piled on top of each other. From the obsessive sasaengs and the internet hate, combined with internal pressures from BigHit to have a successful comeback, the schedule crushed, you couldn’t breathe for a second.

The pressure to look a certain way, to reflect the unrealistic beauty standards, to maintain a strict diet and keep a certain weight, to present yourself perfectly even though, in the end, you were someone with flaws, was it unreasonable for you to not want this life anymore?

Even though the arena was filled with harsh gasps and absolute shock, you calmly walked off the stage, award in hand. The look on your manager’s face was also priceless, appalled by your speech. You simply handed the award to him to send back to the agency and walked off.

Little did you know, at the time, Hoseok was going crazy. Watching from backstage, his belongings fell from his hands and onto the floor as your words registered in his ears, his face twitching. He had convinced himself this was just a terrible joke. That if it were real, he would surely bring you back.

He sprinted out of the dressing room, panting as he scoured each crevice for you. He asked around, yelling in the hallways as he looked for any hint to where you had gone off to. What made matters worse was that you missed your interview for the award, which only made it more difficult for Hoseok.

“Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you?!” He called, running down another hallway. He came to a halt as he saw your figure by the staircases near the lobby, your head leaning against the wall with your legs sprawled out messily.

“Y/n? What was your speech abou-” Hoseok paused, kneeling and turning your head towards him, only to find tears streaming down your cheeks. “Oh my god,” He gasped, swiping your tears away. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer, prompting him as he shook your shoulder, the sound of hiccuping escaping your lips.

“Y/n!” Hoseok pleaded. “Please… Please talk to me. I don’t know what’s wrong unless you tell me.”

“H-hoseok…” You hiccuped, gripping harshly onto his neatly ironed striped dress shirt. “I don’t enjoy this anymore, Hoseok.” You cried. “I want to quit. I am quitting.”

“Dancing doesn’t make me happy anymore. I-I...I feel so hopeless, that I’ll never be able to feel good again. It’s like all the happiness is sucked out of me…”

You breathed out heavily, your body relaxing and letting the tears flow freely rather than forcing them in. “I get berated every day online and I don’t even know what for. I can’t even go online anymore without seeing myself. I can’t ever sleep, I can’t ever eat… because I…I- I don’t know! I know I shouldn’t care about what they think, and I really try, I do, I do! But then... I always find myself standing on top of the scale, weighing myself for who knows how many times that day..”

Hoseok ran his hand on your back, only listening as you desperately scraped all your courage together.

“It’s like no matter how long I sleep, I’m always tired.” You whispered. “Or sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep, terrified of something.”

“Hoseok…” You sobbed, wetting his shirt, your voice cracking and failing. “Hoseok, I really want to d-”

A hand on your shoulder made you jump back to reality as you looked up, back in your living room, sixty-floors up, only to find Hoseok with wet hair and a towel on top of his head, draping down to his shoulder. Hoseok clearly noticed how he caught you off guard, your wide-eyed expression a rarity these days.

“Sorry, did I scare you?”

“Ah, no-kind of, yeah.” You muttered.

Hoseok leaned down, placing a soft peck on your lips, before leaving a full kiss. He smelled like soap, citrus escaping from his washed hair. Soft and slow, the kiss further relaxed you, your back leaning further into the cushions of the sofa. When your lips separated, his forehead met yours.

“Do you know what today is?” He whispered, his fingertips trailing down your cheek as you looked indifferently.

“I debuted on the 17th…” You muttered. “Today’s the 18th… You have the wrong date, Hoseok.”

Unexpectedly, Hoseok let out a laugh, bending over to clutch his stomach. “Wow, you were so confident too.” He grinned, moving close to you again, your lips almost touching.

“But, actually,” Hoseok continued. “Today’s my birthday.”

“Oh.”

“Surprising right?” He giggled almost cynically. “You should be embarrassed.”

“I’m not really…” You whispered, Hoseok leaning in for another caress of your lips, his hands coming up to cup your face. A whimper escaped your lips as he nibbled your bottom lip, eager for access into your mouth. You denied him, separating lips for a brief moment.

“So what are you?” You spat embarrassed, cheeks flushed. “Old?”

Hoseok smirked, a tongue running through his bottom lip. “Someone’s a bit rude today, don’t you think? Thirty-three.” He emphasized, poking your forehead. “Don’t tell me you forgot how old you are.”

“Excuse you.” You shoved his chest playfully. “Unlike you, I don’t have short-term memory.” The two of you laughed quietly together, your voices almost harmonizing as your hearts beat together. You moved up, meeting Hoseok’s lips with a smile to which he gladly reciprocated.

“Were you busy today?” You had whispered when your lips parted, breathing increased like the thumping of your chest.

“Yeah,” He hummed, bringing your lips back together, the dim lights in the living room barely illuminating his face. “Did you miss me, angel?”

“I seem to always miss you.”

“Me too.” Hoseok hummed. “But I feel better knowing you’re here. Knowing-” His hand brushed loose strands back and behind your ear. “Knowing you’re mine.”

Your cheeks stuck out as you gave him a small yet warm smile, very fitting for your reserved personality. “I feel better knowing someone cares about me.” You whispered, the glint in your eyes obvious despite the darkness that surrounded the two of you. “That someone won’t let me go.”

Hoseok took a seat next to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest. “Y/n,” He cooed, taking a whiff of your faded smell of vanilla. “Are you coming in tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to?”

“You know I love it when you join me for dance practice…” He spoke gently, running his fingers over the palm of your hand, effectively relaxing you. “The trainees are such a hassle… It’s like every time you’re there with me, I get softer on them, but in a good way.” He added sheepishly, a smile probably on his face from the tone he spoke.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t go if you get soft.” You laughed, a pout slowly forming on Hoseok’s face. “I might… I’m just tired a lot. I don’t feel like doing anything most of the time.”

“I understand, angel.” He planted a kiss on the side of your temple, giving you a bright smile. “Don’t force yourself, yeah? I just like seeing you dance again.”

Your cheeks flushed, clearly fazed by his compliments and understanding. “Ahh,” You whined to yourself. “I’ll go then… I just… The paparazzi…”

An audible sigh escaped your lips, Hoseok tightening his hold on you, something about the action was cute as he tried to comfort you.

“They’ve been nosy, right?” Hoseok’s mouth near your ear as you nodded.

“I don’t blame them.” You admitted. “I would be intrigued too if I were in their position.” You licked your lips, continuing. “But it’s been years. Can’t they just give up? Can they just… stop trying to find an explanation for everything?”

“Right?” Hoseok agreed, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “The initial shock should be over. Just leave us alone.” He chuckled.

“Might I add, leave us alone forever.” You joked. “Knowing them, they’ll be back the next week.”

“We could prank or taunt them.” Hoseok proposed.

“That’s a terrible idea. It’ll spike their interest even more. They might never let it down.”

“Watch them write books.” Hoseok sneered. “An analysis on-!”

You chuckled, melting further into Hoseok’s hold. “Mmm, love you.”

Hoseok’s small dimples appeared on his cheeks, a slight hum as he planted another kiss on the side of your temple, bringing you even closer if there was even any difference from before.

“I love you too.” Hoseok murmured, his heart pounding in his chest, still thrilled whenever you said that word. Those words to him were his life, another source of his happiness. “Even if the world were to end tomorrow, it wouldn’t matter if you were alive next to me, breathing with me, heart beating with me-

“If you were completely in sync with me.”

#yandere bts #yandere hoseok #yandere hoseok x reader #bts series #bts angst #jung hoseok #bts hoseok #bts jhope #hoseok x reader #yandere jhope #yandere jhope x reader #jhope x read #kpop x reader #idol verse #bts fanfiction #hoseok fanfiction

263 notes · View notes